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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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Can you do dom! Weasley twins with prompts 22, 23, 26 and 28 where the reader has a choking kink, a spitting kink and a slapping kink?

I hate myself for asking this 🤸‍♀️🕳️

I'm sorry please ignore this if you want

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Dom!Weasley Twins x Fem!Reader (No Insest)

Word Count: 1,515

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Male and Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Choking Kink, Slapping Kink, Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spitting Kink, Spanking Kink. Basically its a very kinky smut.

A/n: I hope this is enjoyable! I personally hate spit, both in general and in the bedroom, so I hope this is good and it makes sense aha.

Also!! I am still on my holiday, writing this by the fire, in the rainforest where it has been raining non stop for the past day, with a wine in hand hehe. My wifi is very touchy and I have tried to upload this three times (fingers crossed this works) but my uploading will be on and off. Thank you for understanding and all your support xx

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN AS WELL!

Prompt’s Requested:

22 - “You think it’s funny to tease me? - Changed the me to us.

23 - “On the bed, now.”

26 - “Ass up.”

28 - “Don’t be a brat.

I walked around the halls of hogwarts, swinging my hips a little more than usual, feeling eyes on my ass. Smirking to myself I look over my shoulder, spotting the red headed twins whispering amongst themselves. I flick my eyes to the room of requirement as they both smirk at me. I turn the corner bumping into someone as air escapes my lungs.

“Watch it.”

My eyes flick to his as I smirk, knowing I can use him to tease the twins behind me.

“Oh, Cormac I’m so sorry.” I place my hand on his arm, my fingertips dancing across the skin as he sighs, his eyes training over my body, the buttons of my shirt slightly undone to allow my cleavage to peek through.

“Don’t even worry about it Y/n, uh, you look good today.”

I hear a familiar scoff from behind me as the twins walk past, standing just behind Cormac, watching my every move.

“Not so bad yourself, I saw your quidditch game the other day, you did so well.” I bat my eyelashes a little, twirling a piece of my hair around my finger as Cormac licks his lips.

“Maybe, you could come and see me later tonight, you know, help me study.” His wink causes a smirk to form on my lips as I watch George roll his eyes, walking down the hall to the room of requirement with Fred right behind him.

“I might consider it, but I have to get going.” I squeeze Cormac’s arm lightly as I walk down the hallway, my panties pooling with wetness at the thought of what the twins have in store for me. I quickly look around as I press my back to the door keeping my eyes on the empty hallway before slipping inside unseen, I feel a hand hold my hip pushing my chest against the door as I huff, the air escaping my lungs once again.

“Don’t be a brat.” George’s voice raises goosebumps on my skin as I giggle softly.

“I was being nice.” His hand slaps against my ass hard, surely leaving a mark as I wince.

“Brat’s get punished.” Fred’s voice rings through my ears as I moan softly, another spank falling on my ass, my body gets spun as Fred’s hand clasps my neck keeping me still against the door. His finger falls to my chin, forcing my mouth open as he winks, spitting into my mouth as my eyes flutter closed, a moan passing my lips.

“On the bed, now.” I follow George’s command as Fred lets me out of his grip, I fall onto the soft king bed as the twins look over me like they are hunting prey. “Head off the bed.” I wiggle against the fabric of the comforter, my head hanging off the side of the bed, mouth watering in anticipation as I hear both of their belt buckles undo.

I look up as George licks his lips, pumping his cock up and down as I open my mouth wide, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as his fingertips brush my chin before his hand wraps around my throat, his cock sliding past my lips as I flutter my eyes closed.

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

“Give daddy your hand.” I lift my hand up to wrap around Fred’s cock as I pump it up and down, my finger swirling around the tip of his dick as I circle my hand up and down.

“She is a good girl.”

I moan around George’s cock as he fucks my throat faster, my gagging filling the room as George’s hand comes in contact with my cheek, slapping the skin as my eyes roll back.

“But you’re still our dirty slut.”

George slaps me one last time before slipping out of my mouth. I feel Fred shuffle on the bed as he stands in front of me, his cock slightly glistening with precum as he slides into my mouth. I place my hand on his balls, massaging the skin as he continues to throat fuck me, his hand coming down on my cheek.

“You like taking daddies cock don’t you baby?” I nod as he slaps me again. “Such a whore for us.” His hand slaps my cheek before he soothes the skin, his thumb rubbing my cheek softly as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth.

George’s fingertips dance across my thighs as he pulls my skirt up my hips, a hiss falling from his lips, his finger running up and down my slit, collecting my wetness as I rock my hips slightly.

“Little slut isn’t wearing panties.”

I hear Fred chuckle in response as his hand wraps around my throat, fucking into my mouth faster as I gag around him, my eyes watering.

“I bet she’s dripping.”

“She is.” George confirms as he circles my clit ever so softly, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Fred slips out of my mouth before he cums as I whimper.

“Please daddy.”

“Use your words baby.” George taunts as I roll my eyes.

“Just fuck me.”

“Patience princess.”

I huff in annoyance as his mouth falls to my heat, his tongue slipping past my folds as I gasp.

Fred’s hands fall to my chest as he starts to unbutton my shirt and take my bra off. His mouth falls to my nipple, sucking and biting the hardening bud as his other hand massages the right breast.

“Holy fuck.” I start to slowly become a moaning mess under the twins as my body goes cold, both of them pulling off me as they swap positions, Fred’s tongue now circling my clit, slipping two fingers inside me, George’s lips on my neck as he sucks my sweet spot.

“I need your dick.” The begging only eggs them on more as George wraps his hand around my neck, our eyes locking as he smirks.

“Open baby.” My mouth falls open as he spits, before locking our lips together. I moan against George’s lips as Fred slides deep inside me, my legs wrapping around him as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Fucking tight.”

George runs his hand down my body before his fingers circle my clit, he breaks our kiss, keeping his hold around my neck, his eyes never leaving mine as I clench my pussy around Fred.

“She loves that.” Fred winks as George chuckles.

“You love taking Fred’s cock, hey baby.” I nod as George groans, my hand wrapped around his length, pumping him as he kisses me softly. “So good to me.”

“I’m close.”

George smirks at me as he holds my face in his hand.

“Where do you want his cum baby?”

“Mouth, please.” I beg as Fred slides out of me instantly, shuffling on the bed as my mouth wraps around the head of his cock, tasting myself as his fingers get tangled in my hair, moving my mouth up and down.

“Ass up.” I quickly change positions for George, Fred sliding back in my mouth, a gag falling around him as my eyes water again.

My eyes roll back as my pussy clenches around George, his thrusts slow and hard as he rocks in and out of my body.

“Fuck.” Fred moans as his cock slightly twitches inside my mouth, his hot salty release flooding my tongue as I swallow hard. I gasp as he pulls out, his lips kissing my head as he slaps my ass, George’s dick hitting my soft spot as my chest falls to the bed.

“She’s close.”

“Where do you want his cum princess?”

“Inside me, fucking cum inside me daddy please.”

Fred chuckles at my begging as George groans at my pleads.

“Pathetic.” Fred slaps my cheek as I moan loud, his hand wrapping around my throat as he cuts my air off, my eyes fluttering closed.

“I’m cumming.”

George’s cock twitches inside me as my pussy clenches around him, milking his release from him as his cum covers my walls. George hisses as he slips out of me, falling beside me on the bed as Fred does the same. All of our chests rising and falling as I catch my breath.

I slip past their bodies as I start to quickly fix my appearance, both of them looking at me with puzzled looks as I bite my lip softly.

“I told Cormac I’d spend the night with him.”

I turn my back to the twins as I go to open the door, having it slam shut in front of me as I turn to George, his hand around my throat, my back against the wood as Fred shakes his head.

“You think it's funny to tease us?”

“Don’t forget you belong to us.”

I smirk as George drags me back to the bed, Fred spanking my ass, I bite my lip as the thoughts of tonight's activities fill my mind.

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siren-dragon · 3 years

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After Eight -- The Cat Returns fanfic:

So... I had a Ghibli movie marathon recently and remembered my old childhood OTP of Haru and the Baron. Then I read a few fanfics by @catsafarithewriter and landed in another fandom abyss, lol. And that later spawned this au one-shot from a prompt I read. Anyway, this is my first time publishing anything for another fandom so hopefully it’s good. Enjoy! ^_^

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Human AU -- “I need to finish my term paper and you’re the only 24-hour internet cafe open. Help me.”

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The front door of their small flat closed with a soft click as Haru shrugged her backpack higher onto her shoulder and soon hurried down the corridor and out onto the streets with a determined step. To be fair, Hiromi and Tsuge did try their best to accommodate her as she stared helplessly at her computer screen within her bedroom while they giggled and chatted on the sofa. And though Haru managed to continue through her term paper despite the late hour; her concentration quickly began to wane while the tell-tale sounds of snogging managed to reach her ears despite the closed bedroom doors. So, she rather quickly decided to pack up her supplies and laptop, stuff them into her school bag, and exit the flat in an attempt to find somewhere quiet.

Of course, she didn’t really consider the fact that a) it was 10 in the evening on a Friday and b) she would need wifi if she were going to try and continue her paper.

“There has to be somewhere open…” she groaned, having passed another bar filled with her fellow college students enjoying the beginning of their weekend. “Why are there so many bars everywhere?!”

After traversing the streets for a good 20 minutes, all the while debating if she could chance stealing the wifi from a late-night McDonalds, the brunette soon found herself pausing to stare at the building her feet seemed to have led her to. It was a rather quaint building, reminiscent of European cafes with it’s white and green paint and black sunshade. Written beside the glass and wooden doors was a simple plaque with the words The Cat Bureau scrawled across in dark lettering. However, it was the petite sticker smacked boldly on the corner of one of the windows with a drawing of a cat on a laptop reading “free wifi” that nearly made Haru weep tears of joy.

“Oh, thank God; an internet café!” she beamed with delight before hurrying inside.

If she thought the outside was charming, the interior was spectacular. Alongside the windows were various tables with off-set white tablecloths and a small flower vase as a centerpiece, while opposite sat a wrap-around wooden bar complete with stools. The entire room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the hanging antique light fixtures and Haru couldn’t help but be captured by the small café. “Wow, this place is beautiful…”

“You are too kind Miss,” an accented voice chimed, causing her to swivel to the source.

Standing behind the countertop was a man, perhaps a few years older than Haru herself, offering her a kind smile with a rag in hand. Though Haru was practically half-asleep due to exhaustion and the creeping energy withdrawals her last study-snack tried to prevent, even she couldn’t deny how attractive the man was. Slightly tousled tawny locks and vivid green eyes stared back at her with an intensity that caused her face to take a distinct pink tint. His attire was a bit formal, what with the crimson vest and collared shirt with a bowtie- though his black apron and rolled sleeves didn’t undercut the professional appearance.

“Erm, I’m sorry- were you closing soon? I can leave if you want. It’s just that I saw you had free wifi and I needed a space where I could finish my term paper…”

The man gave a gentle laugh, “no worries Miss, this is a 24-hour café; stay as long as you like. The Bureau doesn’t often receive customers on Friday evenings, what with many preferring venues that serve alcohol.”

Haru grinned, “you’re a life saver. And this place, I’ve never seen such an amazing café before.”

“Thank you, and please sit wherever you like. Make yourself at home. Is there anything you would perhaps like to order?”

Taking a spot at one of the tables near the window, Haru immediately glanced at the menu resting upon the table, looking over the pamphlet for something cheap that would keep her awake. She was rather impressed by the modest selection- ranging from teas and beverages to cakes, sandwiches, and even a few pastries. “I’ll just have a cup of the house blend tea, please.”

The man smiled, “as you wish.”

If the food wasn’t going to bring her back here, the charming waiter certainly was- though as quickly as the thought crossed her mind Haru prayed her internal feelings didn’t make themselves known with the reddening of her face.

Quickly pulling out her laptop and research materials, in an attempt to finish her work and not stare at the handsome waiter, Haru set to work on trying to finish her paper. The quiet atmosphere gave a rather calm and ideal setting, allowing the brunette student’s work to continue at a steady pace. On occasion Haru would steal a glance to the waiter as he set about making her order, humming a gentle tune under his breath before returning to her paper. It was only when the cup and teapot was set gently beside her did Haru startle from her concentration while another plate- this one bearing a slice of angel food cake with whip cream and strawberries found it’s place beside her tea cup.

“Oh! Um, but I didn’t order-“

“On the house,” the man smoothly replied. “Besides, nothing goes better with tea than some angel food cake.”

Haru giggled, saving her work before closing the laptop and setting it aside for the meanwhile. “Thank you very much.” Pour a dash of milk into the cup, she raised it for a tentative sip and blinked in surprise. “Woah, that’s got to be the best tea I’ve ever tasted.”

“You flatter me with your kind words, Miss.”

“Wait, did you make this from scratch?”

The waiter laughed, “indeed I did. That’s my own personal blend, though it tends to be a little different each time so I’m afraid I can’t guarantee the taste.”

“Well, it’s certainly better than the school’s local Starbucks.” Haru complimented, making the man grin. “Did you make the cake as well?”

“Unfortunately, no. While I am no stranger to the kitchen, that particular cake was made by our resident chef Muta. He has a penchant for sweets which has earned quite a following from the locals.”

“I don’t blame them, if the cakes are as good as the tea- I don’t think I’ll be able to go anywhere else.”

This time the man gave a teasing smirk, “and here I thought it was the free wifi drawing in customers.”

Haru laughed, “well, it certainly did help. I’d take a quiet café with wonderful tea over my small flat and a roommate making out with her boyfriend any day.”

“Well, that certainly would cause a bit of a distraction to a working student. If that’s the case, feel free to stay as long as you like Miss.”

“Haru,” she answered back. “My name, it’s Haru.”

He gave her a soft smile that made Haru’s stomach do nervous flips as bright green eyes met her own warm caramel irises. “Humbert von Gikkingen, at your service but please; call me Baron.”

Now it was Haru’s turn to give a small smirk. “So, Baron… this teapot looks like there is enough for another cup or two. Maybe, you would like to share it?”

This time it was Baron’s turn to flush the faintest pink before giving a rather delighted grin and retrieving another cup from behind the counter and taking the seat across from her. “I would be honored. After all, nothing makes a cup of tea better than sharing it with a rather fetching young woman.”

If Haru’s face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now- and judging from the slight mirth dancing in Baron’s eyes, the warmth of her face was easy to spot.

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“I didn’t even know we had a 24-hour internet café near the campus.” Hiromi commented in confusion, “must have been nice since you didn’t come back till after midnight.”

“Hey, I was giving you and Tsuge some space so I could work on my paper.”

Hiromi grinned, “uh huh, then why were you frantically typing this morning in an attempt to finish it? Maybe you got distracted on your little night excursion.”

“Yes, by tea and cake.” Haru answered dryly, trying to keep calm and prevent a tell-tale blush to creep up her face. “Trust me Hiromi, you’ll love the place.”

“Alright Haru, I- hey is this the place?”

The two girls stopped in front of the familiar white and green painted café, same black sunshade up though this time there were a few tables set up outside and a few more customers than the previous night. However, this time, a waitress with white-blonde hair and a pink ribbon around her neck was serving customers outside while inside a tall and thin black-haired man clad in the similar formal attire Baron wore yesterday tend to the waiting patrons. Yet she couldn’t hide the small frown at the lack of Baron’s presence, wondering if perhaps he only covered the evening shift.

It was then did she finally hear Hiromi’s laughter, when the chestnut-haired brunette pointed to a sign on the door. “Haru, you did read the sign before you went in this place last night, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

She merely silently pointed to the hours of operation, which clearly stated that the café was only open from 09:00 AM – 10:00 PM, with it opening later in the morning on Sundays. Haru felt her jaw drop slightly as her face turned cherry red while Hiromi merely laughed louder.

Of course, she did get a slight just desserts when the two friends were seated inside and Haru noticed Baron nearly fly out of the kitchen, hastily tying his black apron before catching her gaze. The black-haired waiter was whispering frantically to him while Baron looked to be offering some polite apology. Though when he caught Haru’s eye he couldn’t help the knowing smile on his face while Haru gave a rather sheepish look as he approached the table to take their order.

“Welcome back, Miss Haru. I hope your paper was a success.”

“Yeah, it really was…. Especially after the extra 2 ½ hours I worked on it last night.” She said with an embarrassed groan. “I am so sorry for butting into your café last night. If I knew you were closed I would have left and-“

“Think nothing of it, you needed somewhere to work and I was happy to help.” Baron replied with a kind, though slightly tired smile from the previous evenings unintentional long shift. “Perhaps… I could suggest another cup of our house blend in the name of bygones?”

Haru gave a shy smile, “yes please.”

“Make it two,” Hiromi added. “And whatever pastry you would recommend.”

“Certainly. I shall return momentarily, ladies.”

As Baron returned to the counter, Hiromi waited perhaps 2.1 seconds before whirling upon Haru with a large grin reminiscent of a satisfied shark. “Do you think he’ll write his number on the napkin for you to take home?”

While Haru didn’t make a point of causing scenes in public places, she couldn’t help flicking a sugar cubes at her friend’s laughing face. Though judging from the laughter dancing in Baron’s vibrant emerald eyes and the tint of pink dusting his cheeks, she wouldn’t be complaining if that was the case.

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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years

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Day 16: Prinxiety

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Heeey, look at that, I’m behind! Day 16: When your soulmate listens to music, you hear it in your own head as well.

Content warnings: assumed death of a soulmate (he’s not dead), depression, general sad vibes.

Word count: 2.6k

Note: the songs referenced in this fic are IDK You Yet by Alexander 23 and Love is Gone by SLANDER. Both of these songs make me cry and were the inspiration for this.

It was at midnight on December 19th when Roman’s soulmark first appeared. He didn’t realize this until 1am.

Granted, he didn’t know it was his soulmark for the first hour.

At first, the almost imperceptible steady beat in his head just seemed like a song that had gotten stuck in there. He didn’t remember ever hearing the song, but it wasn’t unlikely that he’d heard the tune at the store or on the radio and it unconsciously ingrained itself into his memory. He was working on an assignment that was due in the morning, a script analysis for one of his Theatre courses, and had begun to bop his head along to the music when his roommate walked in, eyes bleary and arms laden with books.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He asked through a yawn, dropping the books on his desk and flopping into the bottom bunk.

“I could ask you the same question, Pat,” Roman hummed, completing his conclusion paragraph with a dramatic flair of his hands. “Just finished my paper. Going now.”

“Lost track of time at the library,” Patton murmured in response, draping his arms over his eyes.

Closing his computer, Roman popped his back and climbed up the small ladder into the top bunk, using his cellphone as a flashlight. He assumed Patton was already fast asleep (the man could fall asleep at the drop of a hat) and tried to follow suit, only to sit up in annoyance after several minutes.

Whatever song was stuck in his head was keeping him up.

He remembered a tip he’d seen on the internet once, that said if you sing the last part of the song, it’s easier to get out of your head. Something about ‘your brain needing to complete it to be satisfied’ or whatever. As hard as he focused, though, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what song it was, much less the ending.

The more he concentrated on it, the louder it seemed to get, until it was no longer a hum of bass in the back of his skull, and he could make out the lyrics, the guitar solos, everything. He definitely hadn’t heard this song before. It wasn’t the kind you’d hear playing in public; it was loud, swears thrown in every chorus, just generally the kind of thing you’d hear in a Hot Topic but nowhere else.

And then it stopped.

For a split second he was pleased, thanking his brain for finally shutting off, and conceded to lie back down. He might be able to get six hours of sleep at this rate. Pretty good, for a college student.

Except as soon as he closed his eyes, another song started. It was another one he didn’t know, one he would have no way of knowing each word to. The realization hit him hard and his eyes shot open, nearly falling off the ladder in his haste to climb down.

“Roman? Everything okay?” Patton drawled, clearly having been woken up by Roman’s enthusiasm.

“My soulbond!”

“What?!” That got his attention and he jerked up, narrowly missing whacking his head on the top bunk.

“The music in my head all night, it’s my soulmate! It must be his birthday!”

He was pulling up music on his laptop before he’d even processed it, hands freezing over the keyboard as his brain grasped for something to play. What could he play that would properly introduce himself to his soulmate? A show tune? Something from the 80s? But his mind had gone completely blank, and he couldn’t think of a single one.

“What do I play, Pat?” He gasped, tapping the mousepad in time with the upbeat tempo in his head.

Patton was suddenly leaning over his shoulder, clacking a name into the search bar before pressing enter. Roman narrowed his eyes

“Why that one?”

Patton shrugged, “It’s kind of cheesy romantic, like you. And the first line is fitting.”

“A valid point,” Roman announced, closing his eyes to listen for a pause as the music switched. The second the song ended, he slammed the space bar, begging it to play before the next one started.

How can you miss someone you’ve never met?

Because I need you now but I don’t know you yet,

But can you find me soon, because I’m in my head,

Yeah, I need you now but I don't know you yet.

A little more depressing than he initially would have chosen, but he could see Patton’s point. The music on the other end had been paused and he smiled in accomplishment, knowing that he must have heard. He let the song play to the end of the first chorus before pausing it, waiting with his roommate with baited breath.

The silence was almost unbearably long, Patton watching him intently for some kind of indication that the music was back.

Hello,

It’s me.

Adele’s soothing melody filled his mind and he absolutely wheezed with laughter. Patton grinned and let him explain through gasps for air, and he let out a giggle in response.

“Okay,” Roman snorted, “What next?”

Patton passed out probably an hour later after helping Roman pick out songs that would adequately encompass him as a person, but the theatre student didn’t sleep last night. Eventually him and his soulmate found a nice rhythm, each playing a song in turn. It didn’t take long for him to assume that his soulmate was emo (a fact that had him blushing furiously), simply due to the overwhelming amount of My Chemical Romance and Green Day played in his head, and he figured it was probably pretty obvious that he was a theatre kid. The second song he played was from Heathers, afterall.

When his eyes finally started drooping too much to ignore, he knew he had to end this soon. The soulmate’s song ended and he quickly pulled up the first thing he’d thought of, a children’s lullaby, trying to indicate that he had to sleep.

There was quiet on the other end when the song ended, before the beginning trills of Baby Shark started playing and he groaned, quickly muffling the sound with his hand so as to not wake his roommate. He didn’t let it play past one verse, thank Olympus, and then his mind was quiet for the first time in many hours. It seemed like a mutual agreement that ‘now is sleep time’, and Roman went to sleep with a smile on his face.

Their new norm was quickly established in the following weeks. It became obvious almost right away that playing their music at the same time was cacophonous and only caused headaches, so they eventually settled on switching days. Every second morning, Roman would wake up to his alarm and quickly start his morning playlist, a set of rousing, uplifting, exciting songs to get his blood flowing for the day. It was his day to choose the music, so he’d set his walking playlist for class and his study one for the evenings, sometimes playing an adventure podcast or something to spice things up. The other days, he’d be woken by the soft notes of melancholy tunes, starting the day slowly. As the morning progressed, usually by the time he was eating breakfast, the tone would change to something a little more fast paced, as if his soulmate needed to warm up before getting to the main act. As much as the music wasn’t his style, he found himself keeping pace to the beat with his steps, bopping his head along to the melody, humming a harmony to the more commonly played ones. Just knowing that this was his soulmate made it better.

And then, one day… the music stopped.

He’d woken up around noon, not a big deal since he didn’t have classes until after lunch anyways, but he knew for a fact that his soulmate was always up by 10, latest. Whether the other had classes or a job that kept his schedule, he didn’t know. It was an oddity for sure that there was no alarm.

He put it off to the other probably having a sick day, or a free schedule, and he was sleeping in for once. The worry only started creeping in near the evening, when usually at this time, the music would start slowing down again as the sun set. There hadn’t been a peep all day, which was very unlike either of them. Even though the silence bothered him, he wouldn’t dare intrude on the other’s day, so he studied and ate dinner in silence, tapping his pencil against the table. Of course, he put it off to a one day fluke.

Except, two days after, when it should have been his soulmate’s turn again, there was no music. And the time after that. And the one after that. It was almost two weeks of radio silence on the other end before he called Patton through broken sobs, pleading for him to stop studying and come back to the dorm. Obviously, he made the ten minute walk in five.

And then Roman admitted the way his anxieties had been spiralling.

“What if- What if our soulbond broke? Did the universe realize we were a mistake? Or… or what if he died?! What if he’s hurt or dying or alone and I’m just-”

Patton shushed him gently, rubbing his back as Roman hiccuped into his shoulder. “When did this start?”

“Two- two weeks ago.”

“Then isn’t it possible that he just isn’t listening to music for a little while? Maybe he’s… somewhere without wifi. Or his phone broke.”

Even though he very much didn’t believe a word Patton was saying, he nodded along messily, clutching Patton’s shirt tighter. He eventually agreed to give him more time, hold on just a little longer, before completely giving up.

It took about a month before he did, and it didn’t get better from there.

Their consistency had been their norm for almost nine months, over summer break and now into the new school year, and now it was torn away without warning. Roman refused to listen to music on days that weren’t his, even though Patton tried to tell him it was okay, but he wouldn’t. It didn’t feel right. He mourned his soulmate the same way he would mourn a close friend’s death, for he truly believed he was gone for good. The person he’d barely gotten to understand, much less meet, and he was just… gone. He was going to live the rest of his life without a soulmate.

Most nights he just did the bare basics of the homework he had to do, without any of the old flair he’d put into all his work, and curled onto his bed to watch a show or, on his days, listen to music. His old playlists had shifted to the bottom of his rotation, now only bringing sadder memories that Patton had insisted he not indulge in at this point, so it was usually just automated lists he found. Nothing was special about them anymore.

Today was his day, an uneventful Saturday where the most exciting occurrence was Patton convincing him to come to the cafeteria and eat with other people. It had been tiring and only made him feel more alone, so his daily scheduled moping times had come up a little earlier. Patton had given him a hug and a gentle kiss on the head, telling him he had to go meet some people for a group project, and to call if he needed anything, before grabbing his bag and leaving. Roman didn’t miss the sad look tossed his way before the door shut.

Despite Patton’s advice, he was feeling particularly shitty today, and his fingers, seemingly with a mind of their own, pulled up one of his older playlists. One of the ones that was reminiscent of days when he actually had a soulmate. He clicked shuffle and tossed the phone onto the pillow next to his head, curling that much deeper into his blankets, as if he could somehow refill the void that had been cut out of him.

How can you miss someone you’ve never met?

Because I need you now but I don’t know you yet,

But can you find me soon, because I’m in my head,

Yeah, I need you now but I don't know you yet.

The first song he’d ever played had become a sort of inside joke between them. Despite the song’s sad melody and somber lyrics, it was a reminder of the first time they’d interacted; an awkward, laughter filled night. At least, it had been on Roman’s night, and he could only hope it had been the same on the other end.

He didn’t even realize he was crying until the pillow beneath him was tear stained and gross to lay on. Why had the universe chosen him as the target for its cruel irony? Not that he wished this on anyone else… but why couldn’t soulmates be foolproof? Why was there that margin for error, the always-there possibility that everything you’ve ever dreamed of will be ripped out of your hands just as soon as you think you have it? So close, but so far. At least before they’d connected, he’d lived in blissful hope and ignorance.

The song ended and he pressed pause lethargically, not able to find the emotional strength to listen to more. Maybe Patton had been right. A glance out the window showed that it was well past nightfall, the full moon gleaming into his window, and he decided to just sleep the emptiness away. It hadn’t worked so far, but maybe tonight was the night. He turned off his phone screen and plugged it in to charge, rolling away to face the wall, and waited for the soothing peace of sleep to take over him.

At first, he thought it was just a hallucination, wishful thinking. More than once in the three months since his soulmate disappeared, he’d thought he’d heard music, only for the feeling to disappear as soon as he focused on it. A soulbond only became louder when concentrated on, so he eventually realized he was doing it to himself subconsciously, his mind struggling to fill the emptiness that had once been filled by the other’s music.

When it disappeared, he figured it was music from someone else’s dorm filtering through the thin walls. But no, this was too clear, too distinct, too ingrained, to be coming from an external source.

He calmed his racing heart before he could jump to conclusions. This music isn’t like what his used to be. It must be your brain, because he’s gone. He’s GONE, Roman.

Much as he tried to push it down, he couldn’t. It was becoming evident that no, something was happening, and it had to do with his soulmate. As he had done for the time he’d known (could it be considered ‘knowing’) the other, he concentrated on the lyrics, because those were the only feeble ways they’d interacted in those times.

I’m sorry,

Don’t leave me,

I want you here with me,

I know that your love is gone.

I can’t breathe,

I’m so weak,

I know this isn’t easy,

Don’t tell me that your love is gone,

That your love is gone.

Patton walked in after his group meeting to see Roman sobbing in his bed and, immediately assuming the worst, he jumped onto the bed and pulled him into his arms. Through gasps for breath, Roman was able to choke out that, “He’s back. He’s playing music. He’s back. He’s back.”

Part 2 HERE

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mcwriting · 3 years

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Lost in Rome

hello, friends! Ever since "La Vita Dolce," I've wanted to write something else involving Italy and at least one Italian phrase, and so this lil story was born! Hope you all enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1488

Warnings: mentions of drinking, vv slight language

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You had been walking around Rome for what felt like an eternity.

(It had only been like 30 minutes)

You knew the bar was right near Piazza Navona, but you'd only been to that part of the city one other time, having been staying south on the other side of the river in Trastevere.

You felt embarrassed knowing you were dragging your friends around the city without much of a guide, but you were too stubborn to admit that you were actually lost.

"Maybe we should've gone to Bar San Calisto again. It was cheap and close but noooo. I just had to look up a 'best bars in Rome' list" you thought as you continued to trudge on.

Not only were you lost, but you also didn't have the ability to look up where you were going, since you'd decided to go cheap and not buy an international plan or a vpn, choosing to only using wifi so you'd "stay in the moment."

That moment seemed stupid now that every marble wall and cobblestone street started to meld together in your brain as it continued to darken.

A trip to Rome was something you'd been wanting to do for years, so when your university offered up the chance to go study abroad for 4 weeks, you immediately began scrounging up the funds to go, even scoring a scholarship based on the fact that you'd taken Italian classes in school.

You'd only been there a week but thankfully had bonded with your roommate before even going, having struck up a conversation at the informational meeting the semester before. Since then, you had also bonded with those in the room next door, them sticking to you as their translator.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, stopping.

"Okay, look, guys. I'm really sorry but I literally have no idea where we are," you admitted, feeling guilty. Everyone else smiled.

"That's okay! This place is beautiful! I'm sure we'll find it eventually," your roommate, Olivia, said.

"Yeah. Didn't you say it was at Piazza Navona?" Aaron, one of your neighbors, asked. You nodded. "Well as long as we can find that, then we're basically there!"

After some wandering, your group found itself in the square in front of the Pantheon, which was a step in the right direction, but you were determined to actually find the right place.

There was a hotel right there, so you quickly stepped in to ask the desk worker to point you towards the Piazza, who explained that it was only a couple streets East of where you were.

Relieved, you and your friends quickly walked that way, breathing out a collective sigh when you walked into the giant open square, looking around at the familiar structures from the second day of class when you'd toured the area.

"Sooo... where's this bar?" Aaron's roommate Joseph asked.

You all circled the square from the inside and out a couple times, not seeing any signs with the name "Bar del Fico Roma" anywhere.

Dread started to wash over you as you realized the website must not have meant the bar was actually on the square, but was somewhere nearby. You felt stupid for not screenshotting the website page or, you know, actually looking it up first.

"Fine, that's it! I'm marching up to the next person I see and asking where this darn place is. We've made it this far!" you said, exasperated.

The first thing that caught your eye was a group of people who looked close to your age, talking in a small group. They were pretty well dressed, typical of a young Italian, so you immediately started over towards them, expecting them to be the most helpful in giving directions.

"Wait, y/n!" Olivia protested, but you ignored her, walking between a shorter boy and taller girl.

You couldn't help but sigh out the words as you started speaking, placing a light hand on the boy's arm.

“Scusa, potresti dirme dov’è la-" "Excuse me, could you tell me where the-"

"Sorry! I don't speak Italian!" the boy answered in a British accent, turning to face you with hands in surrender.

You both seemed taken aback when your eyes met.

Tom Holland?

"Um, oh what was the word for sorry in Italian again?" the actor in front of you asked, looking to one of his many Spider-man costars around you. Before one could answer, you blurted out one for him.

"It's 'mi dispiace' or 'perdonami,' depending on how you want to say it," you started, realizing how stupid you probably sounded to be teaching a world famous actor Italian words after accidentally infiltrating his conversation.

However, Tom was more shocked by your American accent. Your eyes still widened as you realized what was actually going on.

"Oh my gosh, what am I saying, um. I- I'm so sorry. We're just trying to find this bar and got lost and-"

"Which bar?" he asked in return. You furrowed your brows and looked at him funny, wondering why he would care. He seemed to take notice. "It's just that, we're also headed to a bar and can't seem to find it, either."

You chuckled at the situation, baffled.

"Well, um, it's called 'Bar del Fico Roma.'"

Tom's eyes widened.

"Hey, that's where we're headed!" Jacob Batalon cut in, making you look at him and the rest of the actors in surprise. You could see your own friends shock from your peripheral.

"No way! Really?" Joseph said for you. The group nodded.

"I just got it pulled up on maps," Zendaya said, holding up her phone. Realization suddenly hit that she of all people was the one who you had been standing next to this whole time.

You and your friends all gasped incredulously, amazed at your luck after spending all that time lost.

"If you want, we can show you the way," Tom offered.

"What? No, no we couldn't impose like that," you began, knowing your friends were probably internally screaming at you.

"Oh come on," Tom responded. "We're all going to the same place anyways, not like we won't see you there. It's barely a five minute's walk."

"Seriously, y/n. Do you really want to go around asking more locals for help when we've got it right here?" Olivia asked, raising a good point.

"Alright, fine," you started, rolling your eyes. You turned back to Tom. "You know what they say, 'when in Rome.' Seriously, thank you. All of you. You're definitely saving our asses."

He chuckled as Zendaya began leading the way. Though the sun had set, lights throughout the roads and emanating from various shops lit the way.

Without meaning to, you fell into step with Tom, easily matching his gait as you crossed through the bustling piazza.

"So what brings you to Italy?" He asked. "You don't quite sound like a local."

"We're studying abroad through our university. Unfortunately for me, these goons keep following me 'cause I speak the language," you joked, causing Olivia to slap the back of her hand to your shoulder.

"Ah, I see. I was definitely confused when you went from Italian to American in an instant. Y/n, was it?"

"Yes! Yeah, that's me. And you're obviously Tom Holland."

"You better remember that later, he tends to forget his own name after a few drinks," Zendaya called back to you, causing the group to laugh.

"Hey! That was one time!" Tom defended himself. "Not my fault I was going through a breakup!"

He turned back to you.

"Don't listen to them. I'm quite fun to drink with. You should see for yourself."

"Is that some sort of offer..?" you questioned playfully, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"If everyone's alright with it, I figured you all would join us at the lounge. I'm more than happy to pay for a round or two," he winked.

The group was approaching the bar, and any anxiety you'd had about finding it finally quelled when you could see people outside laughing and drinking as they enjoyed the summer night.

"Hmm... I don't know..." you sing-songed, looking up at the sky.

"Dude are you crazy?" Aaron exclaimed, causing the others to argue in agreement with him.

"Okay, okay. Of course we would be happy to join you for a drink. Thank you."

Both groups cheered in approval.

"The only thing I ask in return is a little lesson in Italian and, if all goes well, a pretty lady's number at the end of the night," he said smoothly, giving you a look.

The others looked between you with wide eyes, surprised at his open flirting. You couldn't help but smile and blush before replying.

"I think that's something I can manage. Now come on, your first lesson will be in ordering drinks," you said, grabbing his hand to lead him in what was about to be the best night of his life.

And yours.

★

A/N: Okay fun fact I thought up this concept immediately after publishing La Vita Dolce and just... never wrote it? The entire work was actually written around the one Italian phrase I used haha.

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

SDHDVUHDFSV,YDSFVUYVSFFUSVFUVFS

SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

#lbaf

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chibinekochan · 3 years

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Morning Sunrise ft. Beel and Belphie

A fic about the brothers and you get a free day in a spa hotel. On paper, it sounds great but not everything is going as planned.

Will the twins still get to enjoy their birthday even when it seems that everything is ruined?

Read on to find out.

I hear a knock on my door. I open it to find Levi. "Hey Levi, can I help you with anything?"

"Well, I have a huge problem." He looks very distraught.

Then he starts to rummage through his pocket and pulls some tickets out. "I won these tickets in a raffle. Sadly they are completely useless to me. They are for a day and night in a spa, for three people. Well, you can probably see the issue. First of all, I don't even have that many friends and it's in a region without wifi. Then there is a concert that weekend that I simply can't miss." Levi dumps all this information on me.

"I would have gone with you. You have Solomon and Henry. I mean any of your brothers would come too." I feel bad for Levi.

"That is so kind of you." His eyes sparkle. "You are a true friend!" Levi smiles gleefully at me.

"Sadly that concert is still more important to me. So I want to give these to you." Levi is holding the tickets for me.

"That is very nice of you. I will pay you back with some anime merchandise from the human world." I graciously take the tickets from Levi.

"That is super fair. There is a ton of stuff that I need." Levi agrees and leaves me alone.

I check the date it's on the night before the twins’ birthday. This is the perfect opportunity for a little early birthday celebration.

I already have gifts for them so this is only a bonus. Well, if they are up for it.

I head to their room right away.

I knock and hear someone say. "Come in."

I'm sure it's Beel.

I open the door. Belphie looks at me with a sleepy expression while Beel smiles at me.

"Hey you two, I have a question about your birthday." I get straight to the point.

"Sure, ask whatever you want." Beel sounds very enthusiastic.

"Yeah, as long as it's not too tiresome." Belphie is still half asleep.

"Levi gave me tickets for a day and night in a spa for three people. It's on the day before your birthday and I thought it would be great if we could go." With a big smile, I show them the tickets.

"That kind of sounds like a pain. I mean we have to travel to get to the place." Belphie sounds not really in the mood for it.

"They got this great spa massage that is said to give you the best sleep ever and they also got an enormous buffet." Luckily enough I know just the right thing to motivate him, and I also throw something out there that will make Beel happy too.

"Oh, that sounds great! I mean I wanted to go anyway since you can see the stars very well up there at night." Beel seems to drool for a moment.

"Haha that's so you Beel, but it sounds pretty nice now that I think about it. We can celebrate our birthday morning in peace. It will be great." Belphie changes his tune rather quickly.

"Great, I will get Lucifer's permission for us. I'm so excited!" I beam with happiness. A spa day to relax just sounds perfect.

"Yeah, it will be fun. I'll make sure to thank Levi later." Beel is in a great mood.

Even Belphie seems affected by it. "We just get him something anime-themed. That will make him happy."

With that, everything is settled.

Getting permission wasn't super easy but we did it in the end.

I only pack the bare minimum. It's a trip that will take a few hours after all. While the hotel is free the trip itself isn't so we travel cheaply. With a train and a bus.

The journey is pretty pleasant, even when I nod off on the train. We had to start very early to get to the hotel in time.

I lean on Beel's shoulder and Belphie takes two seats all by himself across from us. It's pretty comfortable.

At breakfast time we have to stop Beel from buying the entire food cart but other than that it's a fun time.

We eat at the train station before riding our bus into the mountains.

I sit next to Belphie on the bus ride. He is sleeping on my shoulder this time.

Beel and I talk about different topics. I have some plans at the spa for sure.

The bus is a bit late but there's no issue.

Once we arrive at our final stop I stretch my body. I'm all tense after the long ride.

Belphie studies the map on the side of the road and groans loudly. "This looks like a real hike."

I look at the map, the hotel is on the top of the mountain and we have to walk. Probably gonna take us an hour or two. Luckily I'm prepared. "We knew this Belphie. Just think of the nice spa treatment as your victory price." I try my best to motivate him.

"Yeah, and the nice food!" Beel doesn't lack motivation at least.

Belphie sighs and shrugs. "I will do my best. In the worst case, one of you has to carry me."

"Good luck with that, Belphie." I laugh at that.

"I'm sure you can do it." Beel gives him a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"I guess I have no choice." He shakes his head and groans. Then he starts walking.

Beel shrugs at me and we both laugh a little.

"Are you coming? You snails!" Belphie turns around and teases us playfully.

"I'll show you a snail!" I reply equally playful and speed up until I catch up with him.

In the end, we all walk together along the path.

It's more exhausting than I expected but the idea of a spa day is more than enough motivation for me.

Belphie, on the other hand, looks like he suffers.

"Are you alright?" Beel has a worried tone.

"I'm fine." Belphie doesn't sound convincing.

"I can carry you." Beel is worried.

"I can still walk." Belphie wants to push on just a little bit longer.

"Don't push yourself. Oh, look, that sign there means we are about halfway there." I point ahead to a fork in the road.

Beel looks at the sign. "Yeah, maybe we can take a short break then."

We've made good progress and are pretty much on time. "Sounds good to me. Let me check the map, I think there is a nice spot just a little bit ahead."I get the map from my side pocket.

"You don't need to do that just for me." Belphie doesn't want to be a bother to us.

"I'm getting hungry so I need a break." Beel is mostly concerned about what is best for everyone.

"In the guide, it said from the rest spot just a little bit ahead we have a great view of the hotel. I would like to see that." I chime in support of Beel and to give us all a well-deserved rest.

"I guess I have no choice. Let's take a break." Belphie shrugs with a smile. He knows very well that he needs a break but is too proud to admit that.

We find the spot just a little bit ahead of the path.

It's a very nice spot with a great view not just of the hotel but also the surrounding nature.

I look in awe of the beautiful landscape.

Beel enjoys the snacks we have packed and Belphie has decided to take a quick nap.

It's a very peaceful scene. It makes me smile to see them both so relaxed.

Then I feel a slight chill in the air. I notice some dark clouds on the horizon.

"That looks pretty bad." Almost as to confirm my bad feeling, Beel speaks up.

"Yes, we need to move asap. Have you eaten enough?" I worry about his huge appetite.

"I can eat while we walk. What about you, Belphie?" Beel tries to wake Belphie up.

He groans. "What is going on?"

"It looks like there is a storm coming," I say in an alert tone.

"Huh, I see, just give me a moment." Belphie gets slowly up. He seems pretty sluggish.

Another gust of wind hits me, something wet touching my skin. “We need to hurry, it's already starting to rain.”

"You are right." Beel looks with a worried expression towards the ever darker sky.

Belphie gets hit by some droplets of water and groans. "We should hurry." He seems to be fully awake now.

I can only agree and so we hurry back to the path upwards of the mountain.

The rain now really starting to hit us all and soon it's down pouring.

It hits so hard the road is hard to see.

I have never been so wet my entire life.

We hurry our steps more, especially when thunder roars through the sky.

It's coming down now.

We had been prepared but certainly not enough.

Then I see that Beel has come to a halt, just a little bit in front of me.

Our path is blocked by a fallen tree.

Belphie groans. "What are we supposed to do now? The path down is very far."

"Climbing it would be too dangerous too." The tree is huge and looks very slippery.

"It looks like there are rocks and mud on the other side too so removing it would only cause us harm." Beel has already scouted the situation.

"We have to take shelter from the rain. I saw a hut on the map, there should be a path right by marker 113." I have to speak loudly due to the rain and the wind picking up now too.

"Let's see if we are at 114 so it should be behind us," Beel confirms the marker.

"At least that's some good news. Let's get moving." Belphie seems very annoyed. I can't blame him.

Beel and I can only agree.

By now I'm entirely soaked.

Still, there is no resting now. We silently walk back to the waymarker.

Then suddenly something pushes me out of the way and something big crushes right next to me.

Then I realize that a tree just fell inches away from me. I look surprised at the tree and then at Beel. Who has shoved me away.

"Are you okay?" His face twists in pain and yet Beel is only worried about me.

"Y-yeah but what about you?" I can see that he got hit. His cheek is bleeding and his shirt is torn right at the shoulder. The tree must've hit him there.

"I'm good. Let's be careful." Beel acts like he is fine. I'm still worried. As soon as we hit shelter I will treat his wounds.

We carefully move as fast as we can. The ground is slippery.

"Beel stop pretending to be fine, you are limping." Belphie looks angrily at Beel. I look at him and notice that Belphie is right.

The guilt is ripping my heart out. "Beel come lean on me. It will only get worse if you don't." I can't stand seeing him like this.

"No, I'm too heavy for you." He bluntly refuses.

"I'm too wet and tired for this Beel just lean on us both." Belphie doesn't take no for an answer.

Beel sighs but doesn't refuse our help. "Fine."

"We should be there soon. Just hold on for a little bit longer." With that, I carefully take Beels injured side and Belphie takes his other side.

Belphie takes the brunt of Beel's weight.

I know he is much stronger than me but he still struggles.

This slows us down even more but nobody complains at all. We all might get wet but we just focus on getting to safety.

"There I can see the shelter." I can see a small hut in between the trees.

"Thank the demon lord." Belphie seems to be very relieved.

"Just a little more and we can all rest," I say this mostly to Beel.

Once we finally hit the small, but cozy and sturdy hut we are all very happy.

Beel sinks to the ground, checking his leg. "It's not broken at least so with some bandages and rest I'll be as good as new by tomorrow morning.

"That's good to hear. We got some wood so I'll make a fire." Belphie lights up the fireplace.

"I will treat your injuries. Take your shirt off. It needs to dry anyway." I don't care much about being wet right now and get my first aid kit from my bag.

"You should change into something dry first. If you stay like this we will have far bigger issues than my injuries." Beel looks at me with a stern voice.

"He is right." Belphie is already half-naked. I turn around blushing. "Belphie, gee warn me when you do this."

"There is no need to be shy. You should take a closer look while you can." At least Belphie hasn't lost his humor yet.

I throw a towel at him. "No thank you, and you both better not peek while I change." I huff, slightly embarrassed.

"It's not like you have anything we haven't seen yet." Belphie uses this chance to tease me.

"Just be polite, Belphie. I'll make sure he doesn't look, don't worry." Beel encourages me greatly with his words.

"Whatever. I will go and call the hotel for help and I won't look." Belphie shrugs.

I turn around and undress my wet clothes. Luckily, we planned to stay the night.

I'm glad to be out of my wet clothes and quickly dress something dry. I dry my hair and then turn back to Beel, to finally treat his wounds.

He didn't even bother to wear a shirt yet, which makes it just a little bit harder for me.

A bit embarrassed I treat his foot first. "It's a bit swollen. I will put some cream on it and a bandage. You should just take it easy for today unless it swells more we are fine." I give Beel a quick summary of my thoughts.

"Yeah, that is what I'm thinking too. I'll be fine by morning." He wholeheartedly agrees.

I hope he is right and carefully start to apply the cream. Beel slightly winces from the pain. I feel very bad for him. "Just a little more." I wrap the bandage around his foot, ankle, and a bit up his leg. "There we go."

Beel moves his food a bit. "Much better, thank you so much." He smiles gratefully at me.

"No problem, now I will clean your other wounds." I get the disinfectant and bandaids out.

Beel looks with great discomfort to the disinfectant. He doesn't like how it stings.

"I know you hate it but you know it has to be done. If you keep still I will treat you with your favorite chocolate bar." I'm being a bit playful, trying to cheer him up more than anything else.

"I will be good then!" Beel is instantly motivated by the prospect of chocolate. It's so cute that it makes me chuckle.

"Have you my favorite too?" At that moment Belphie comes back.

"Sure, I love those too after all. I actually got a value pack with all our favorites." I had planned to surprise them both on the trip back, but due to our current circumstances now is a better time.

"Oh, nice. Can I get them out of the bag? All this running made me kinda hungry." Belphie seems pretty chipper again.

"Sure, but what did the hotel say?" I'm pretty curious about that. I start to carefully disinfect Beel’s arm while I wait for Belphies answer.

"They can't get to us with this storm raging but they are sure it will be gone by tomorrow. They were very sorry about the whole situation. It sounds like they will greatly extend our stay." This explains Belphie's great mood.

"Won't the others be disappointed if we aren't back by tomorrow evening?" Beel seems conflicted.

"They will survive, plus we might just do it another time anyway. The hotel will likely give us some vouchers or something." Belphie doesn't sound concerned at all.

"Lucifer won't let us miss a couple of days of school anyways." I put a few bandaids on Beels shoulder and then start to disinfect his cheek.

None of the injuries are deep, this gives me great relief.

Belphie sighs. "Too bad really. How are your injuries?"

"I'm fine." Just then Beel winces from the disinfectant.

"Hold still." I can't work well with him moving around.

"Sorry." Beel mumbles.

Belphie has pulled out the bag of sweets. "Talk about a big stash of goods. You put Beel to shame." Belphie gives me a light chuckle.

"Not really, about 90 percent of my backpack was stuffed with food." Beel is eyeing the sweets.

"At least we won't starve." Belphie shakes his head.

"At least he didn't bring an extra pillow." I put a bandaid on Beels cheek. "There all done."

"Hey, I need that extra pillow and tonight you will be grateful that I also packed a blanket." Belphie buffs slightly.

"Ahh, thank the demon lord. Now I can eat!" Beel is just glad he doesn't have to sit still anymore.

He gives me and Belphie a fair share of treats before starting to shove chocolate into his mouth.

Belphie eats his portion with much enjoyment.

I suddenly start to shiver. "Now that I think about it. How are we going to sleep here tonight?" I haven't packed a blanket.

"I suppose we all share my pillow and blanket. It will be tight but we will be warm that way." Belphie shrugs like it's no big deal at all.

"Kinda like a sleepover in one bed." Beel doesn't look fazed at all either.

They both are probably used to this, meanwhile, I'm not.

"Are you saying that we should all cuddle up under one blanket?" It's pretty embarrassing to me, I blush.

"Yeah, unless you want to catch a cold." Belphie smirks at me.

"There is no way I will let that happen." Beel seems to agree with Belphie.

"Will we even all fit under that blanket?" I can't imagine that.

"Let me show you." Belphie pulls his backpack towards him and produces his pillow and a huge blanket.

My eyes widen and I gasp from the surprise. "How did you fit that in there?!"

"Magic, of course." Belphie is very amused.

Of course, it was magic. Pretty stupid question of me.

Belphie spreads the blanket out and I can see that it will fit all of us without issues.

Beel wraps the blanket around himself, with a bit of help from Belphie.

There is definitely plenty of space for me and Belphie left.

"As much as I'd love for you to be in the middle, we have to use Beel as our heater." Belphie seems slightly frustrated by this.

"It's kinda mean to refer to Beel as a heater but I'm fine with this." There aren't many other choices anyway. "More importantly, are you fine laying in the middle with your shoulder being injured?" I'm still very worried about him.

"It's fine he isn't wrong and it doesn't hurt that much anyway. I'm more worried that me and Belphie somehow squish you when we sleep." Beel is as usual mostly concerned about anyone but himself.

"Yeah, that would be terrible, as unlikely as that might be." Belphie seems troubled by the thought too.

"Alright, but if you have pain you have to promise to tell us." I look with a stern face at Beel.

Beel nods. "I will."

"Alright then, I'm tired so I will get comfortable now." Belphie yawns very loudly, it's a surprise he even lasted this long. He then proceeds to sit right next to Beel and without a second thought he snuggles up to him.

Beel doesn't even bat an eye. I'm used to Belphie doing the same thing to me so it's not that odd.

I again start to shiver.

"Come here, you need to warm up." Beel is very worried about my health. It would be very bad if I catch a cold. "You are right." I carefully move next to Beel, making sure I don't hit his shoulder.

He wraps the blanket around me. It's very warm, helped by Beels natural heat.

"You can move closer." Beel encourages me with a soft voice.

There is very little space between us even now. I still take his offer and scoot closer. My side is now touching him. I'm very aware of our closeness.

Beel puts his arm around me, erasing any distance between us.

I feel embarrassed but it's very comfortable so I settle down pretty quickly.

"Does it hurt?" I want to make sure that Beel is also comfortable.

"Hm? No, not at all." Beel seems almost surprised by my question. Has he forgotten about his injury already?

"Hey, can you hand me some of the snacks?" Belphie sounds like he is already half asleep.

"Hold on." A bit reluctant to leave my comfortable spot and reach out to grab the package of sweets.

"Thanks." Belphie eats one of his favorites with a gleeful smile. Then he grabs another one. "Here Beel for you." He can tell that Beel is still hungry.

"Very nice of you." Beel eats it with glee.

I take a turn and feed Beel next, while also grabbing one for myself.

Belphie and I repeat this a couple of times.

Then Belphie yawns again, very loudly.

I admit that I'm feeling pretty sleepy myself. The warmth of the blanket and the stress of the day finally seem to catch up with me. I yawn almost in unison with Belphie.

"We should all rest for a while." Beel makes a very good point.

"I agree." Belphie seems to be already half asleep.

"Sleep well." I get more comfortable at Beels side.

Soon I hear Belphie softly snoring. I, on the other hand, just can't find any rest. I try to focus on the sound of the Storm. My thoughts keep on coming back to feeling guilty. I know it's not really my fault but I'm still sad about possibly ruining their birthday.

I sigh quietly.

"Is something wrong?" Beel speaks in a hushed tone.

"I just can't relax." I feel bad for bothering Beel.

"Sorry, it's not very comfortable." He seems to think this is somehow his fault.

"No, that's not it. I just feel bad about today." I admit while whispering.

"But this is still pretty nice. I mean we are all safe and together." Beel speaks softly.

"Isn't this a bad way to start your birthday?" I just wanted them to have a nice day but now we are all stuck in a small hut.

"I can only speak for myself, but I'm with the people that I love the most and I can't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday."I can hear Beels smile in his voice. This comforts me greatly.

"He is right." Belphie chimes in, sounding more asleep than awake.

"Thank you both." I smile and relax a bit.

As long as they are happy I'm happy.

I can feel Beel squeeze me just a bit closer towards him.

After a while, the sound of both boys soft breathing and the sound of the rain on the roof lull me to sleep.

At some point, I wake up and realize it's the next morning.

I'm still curled up in the blanket. Now on the floor and sharing Belphies pillow. I feel a bit drowsy when I get up. Belphie is still asleep.

I can't see Beel anywhere. I sit up and look around.

My movements wake Belphie up. "Hm? Is it morning already?" He still seems to be more asleep than awake.

"Happy birthday Belphie." I smile at his sleepy face.

"Thanks, do I get a birthday kiss?" He smiles at me in a teasing manner.

"Maybe later." I can only shake my head at this comment. "I will go look for Beel." Slowly I get up.

I hear Belphie moving around. "Hold on, I'm coming."

Belphie gets up, sluggishly.

I grab my now dry coat and wait for Belphie at the door.

We head outside and I see Beel checking on the surrounding area.

"Good morning Beel." I get his attention.

"Good morning." He smiles.

"Happy birthday." I congratulate him with a big smile.

"Thank you." He smiles back at me and then notices Belphie behind me, "Happy birthday Belphie."

"Happy birthday Beel. How is the road looking?" Belphie stretches.

"It looks pretty fine. We should get help soon enough. Let's have some breakfast while we wait." Beel seems to be hungry again.

"Sure." Suddenly I notice the sun bursting through the clouds, flooding everything in the beautiful morning light. I look at it in awe. "Wow, this is so beautiful."

"It's hard to believe that it was so miserable here yesterday." Belphie looks at the sky with a smile.

"It's very pretty. I'm glad we came here." Beel has a very gentle expression.

"Let's eat out here and enjoy the sun." I think this is the best idea.

"Sounds perfect." Belphie agrees right away.

"Good that I haven't eaten all I brought yet." Beel smiles and heads back into the hut.

"Can you bring the picnic blanket from my bag?" Belphie seems to have blankets for all occasions in his bag.

Beel nods and soon comes back with a blanket and food. There's plenty for everyone.

We all get comfortable and start our breakfast.

"I think this might be the best birthday we've had in quite a while." Belphie smiles at me.

"I agree," Beel says in the middle of chewing his food.

I smile at both of them. "Next year we will make it even better."

With that, we all smile and look over the surprisingly great view.

#obeymetwins2021 #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me fanfiction #obey me beel #obey me!#obey me belphie #obey me twins

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spartanxhunterx · 3 years

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So I saw the miraculous/pacific rim post you put on caps blog and I really liked it, so here's me putting way too much thought into that AU.

Ok so to start, instead of a Rift in the pacific ocean the story begins with the peacock miraculous being completely destroyed rather than just broken. Instead of Fu getting away with the rest of the miraculous the entire order is gone and the miraculous (now in a hibernate state do to the magical shockwave) are now scatteredand lost. This also causes the peacock's powers to run rampant and create massive sentimonsters at random all over the world.

This prompts the governments of the world to come together and create the Jaeger program. They discover the dormant miraculous while studying the energy of the sentimonsters and use these to power the mechs. Unfortunately for them, they require compatible users to access the miraculous energy, as well as multiple people per mech in order to function.

In doing so the program gathers the MiracuClass (aged up to around 18) as a training program to pilot the Jaegers and combat the sentimonsters.

Now for some of the mech combinations:

*Chaos Squared: Marinette, Adrien, Luka, Kagami.

-the most experimental and powerful of the Jaegers, but also the most complicated with four arms and multiple modes. While two people have primary control as normal, the other two form an added layer with the effect of having an active subconscious style link for support. The mech also features configurations that can swap depending on the two pilots in the command positions, each one with unique styles and weapons of their own. For example an adrinette combination might be a balanced sword and shield configuration while an adrigami combo might be a longsword/duelist configuration.

*DJ Wifi: Nino, Alya

- the ultimate support mech. This Jaeger is a combination scout and command unit built with every kind of radar and scanner possible as well as sporting powerful sonic weaponry to fight.

*Dusk Garden: Juleka, Rose

- the ultimate in ranged weaponry. Armed with any and every kind of ammunition, they can create a storm of "petals" on sentimonsters.

*The Stinger: Chloé, Alix

- the smallest of the Jaegers but also the fastest and most maneuverable. Think of the personal Jaeger from pacific rim 2 but slightly bigger. Built to be a bit more primal and animalistic, as well as its own powerful set of jump jets, this mech can out manuver nearly any sentimonsters as they grapple and climb their opponents to deal devestaing stabs and shocks to enemy weak points.

*Titan's burden: Kim, Max

-easily the biggest of the Jaegers, this mech is designed to be the tank of the group and incredible brawler. They are the last wall and damn if they'll let anything past them.

*Cottage Core: Ivan, Mylene

-built more like a mobile fortress then a huminoid, this jeager is designed to be the support unit overing extra ammunition and emergency parts/supplies on the battlefield.

That's all I can think of for now, maybe I can come up with more later.

Submitted By: ether-solrac

I... Wow, thats Actually really good. Fighting rouge Sentimonsters is not an idea I would have thought of... Thats Awesome.

#Pacific rim/ Miraculous Ladybug #AU Idea #Crossover #lukadrigaminette #DJ Wi-Fi #Julerose #kimmax #Chloix #Sentimonsters #ether-solrac #submission

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julie’s ready for a year away from home, studying and trying to refind the magic in music. luke’s about to start on a summer tour around europe opening for a band. they meet one night, sparks fly and emotions run hight. now they’ve just got to try and see if they can maintain a long distance friendship.

days go by and seasons change (lets try again next winter)

trigger warnings!! alcohol and swearing and mentions of blood via food

also on ao3 –– [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | extras 1 & 2 ]

spring

“I still can’t believe you didn’t kiss him,” Flynn’s voice echoes through her phone where it’s propped against a book of Shakespeare’s poems and being stopped from sliding down her desk by her half eaten sandwich. Which hadn't been her best plan, because she was starving and now her sandwich was employed elsewhere.

“I’m not just going to kiss a random guy a met once,” she can see Flynn opening her mouth with a retort so jumps in to add, “I like him, yes, but I’d rather have him as a friend then an awkward one night stand situation that’s made even more awkward when I eventually run into him again because one of his bandmates is Carrie’s cousin.”

It all seems perfectly logical to her. Luke was cute, yes. And sure, she’d wanted to kiss him, but if it came down to one kiss or a new friendship? She was going to choose friendship. They’d connected more in one night then she’d connected with anyone in years. They got each other.

(What Julie hadn’t told Flynn or Carrie or anyone, was about the deal they had made. About how if by December, when she was wrapping up her year in England and they were finishing with their album and they were still talking, still felt the same, they’d try.

Julie didn’t mention it to anyone, barely even liked to think about it herself because she didn’t want to jinx it, didn’t want to spend time wondering what might happen when they tried. What trying even meant.)

“So you’re going to be friends?”

It’s pretty impressive, Julie thinks, how Flynn can convey her utter disbelief and amusement via a single eyebrow raise on a slightly blurry and pixelated facetime call. Maybe it’s the years of friendship that means Julie knows what she’s not saying or maybe it’s just Flynn’s power. Either way it has her pushing her laptop away with a sigh and picking up her phone. Scooping her sandwich up with her other hand.

“Yes, we’re going to be friends. We can be friends. Do you not think we can be friends?” Julie furrows her brows, both in concern and how many times she’s said the word ‘friends’ in one breath.

“Of course I think you can be friends! He’d be lucky to be your friend, you’re amazing,” Flynn is quick with her reassurance, but Julie can tell there’s a ‘but’ coming and braces herself for impact. “But. The two of you spent practically the whole night together and have spent pretty much every day since talking. Plus, you’d have to be pretty blind to miss the way he was looking at you in the least friend way possible.”

Julie really hoped that the wifi connection was bad enough to hide the blush she could feel heating her cheeks at the reminder of the way Luke had looked at her. She had never really understood what books meant by ‘intensity of their stare’ before, but she was pretty sure it was whatever Luke was doing with his face and his eyes, somehow he could even do it through a facetime call. Personally, she thinks it should be illegal. His whole face. Banned. Fined every time he looked like he looked.

“Yeah, well,” Julie swallowed, tucking hair behind her ear for something to do while she tried to gather her thoughts and control her face. “We’re still going to be friends. And anyway, we’ll probably slowly stop talking before we ever meet again and he’ll find some extremely pretty girl on tour and fall madly in love and forget all about me.”

As long as she was telling herself that it meant she couldn’t be too disappointed when it came true. No point getting her hopes up.

“If you say so,” Flynn didn’t sound convinced and Julie rolled her eyes at her friend, sticking her tongue out childishly, to be rewarded with Flynn laughing.

“Now come on, enough about me and my awful love life. Tell me about this thing you're working on!”

“Ow, crap.”

It’s not really the first thing you want to hear when you accept a phone call at 8am. Julie blinks at her phone as she pulls it away from her ear to double check the caller id and that she hadn’t imagined it ringing. But there’s Luke’s name and his slightly blurry photo staring back at her.

“Luke?” She asks, hears the sounds of a scuffle on the other end like someone juggling too many objects at once.

“Julie! Hey! Sorry, just spilt one of my coffees. Is black pudding made with blood?” Luke’s question catches her off guard. Her mind is still trying to process the mention of multiple coffees that it takes her a moment to register what he’s asking her. And it just causes more confusion to her half asleep mind.

“Are you really calling me at 8am to ask about black pudding? Why are you even awake?” She groans, collapsing back against her pillows and pulling the covers back up to her chin. It was Friday, she didn’t have class until 1pm, she was supposed to get to sleep late and he’d woken her up.

To talk about black pudding. Idly, she wondered if it was too early in their friendship to just hang up without it seeming too rude.

“Last night Reg said it was like haggis, but that doesn’t make sense, does it? Because I swear haggis is like, sheep. And you’d think blood pudding would be, y’know, blood. Given its name.” He kept talking away, apparently not at all discouraged by her lack of response.

Julie let her eyes fall shut as she listened to him talk, to his voice and not really what he was saying. He had a very nice voice, it was kind of soothing, letting his excitement and enthusiasm wash over her. How could someone be so enthused about a random food at 8am? Julie struggles to follow his train of thought and why she was his chosen person to call about the matter. But she doesn't think he really wants her input anyway. Just an excuse to call her.

She’d been guilty of a similar thing. Calling him for no real reason other than the fact she’d wanted to talk to him. At least when she’d called it had been at a reasonable hour and about something more interesting than a weird food dish.

“How long have you been up?” Julie cuts through his rant on weird British dishes, stifling a yawn against her covers.

“Er…” there’s a pause, phone line crackling as he seems to think, “Like an hour? I went out to get the boys coffee, because I’m super nice like that, but they were still asleep when I got back and I tried to wake ‘em up but Alex threatened to throw my guitar out the window so I wandered around the hotel for a while, drank my coffee, then I drank Alex’s as revenge, and then I got bored of walking around so now I’m sat in a park and talking to you. And drinking Reggie’s coffee. It’s the worst one. I hate oat milk.”

Julie can almost picture him, sitting on a random bench in a random park somewhere in Edinburgh, notebook and tangled headphones and three empty coffee cups next to him, all jittery caffeinated energy. It makes her smile and huff out a small laugh.

“You’re going to be so insufferable after all that coffee. They might kick you out of the band, abandon you somewhere in the highlands,” she teases.

“I’d just keep showing back up. Every time they tried to lose me I’d just show up again at the next venue with no explanation,” there’s a smile in his voice and Julie takes a moment to appreciate that she can tell. That they’ve talked enough now that she knows what he sounds like when he’s smiling, when he’s joking.

“Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“Go eat something with your fourth coffee please. I’m going back to sleep.”

“Shit, did I wake you up again? I thought you had a 9am on Thursdays.” He sounds so genuinely confused and concerned that Julie tries really hard not to laugh.

“I do. But it’s actually Friday, not Thursday.”

There’s a silence on the other end of the line and for a moment Julie thinks that maybe he’s hung up on her, but then he’s letting out a breathy laugh and she relaxes back against her mattress.

“Well fuck. That explains why they guys are still asleep and got pissed when I tried to wake ‘em up then.”

“Tour life is really messing with your days of the week, huh?”

“You’ve no idea,” There’s another pause and she hears rustling and footsteps and then, “I’ll let you go back to sleep. Talk later?”

There’s a note of hesitation in his voice and it makes Julie want to smile, so she does. “Yeah, talk later. Bye Luke.”

Julie spins around and around underneath a streetlight, her eyes locked above her as she watches the streams of light turn with her and make stars dance across her vision. A slight breeze blows her hair around her face and Julie lets out a laugh, light and airy like how she pictures all the bubbles in the drinks she's had tonight.

She closes her eyes against a wave of dizziness and tries to imagine the stars.

There’s too many clouds in the sky for her to see the actual stars when she opens her eyes and it makes her pout, just a little. She likes to see the stars, to try and find constellations, and when she couldn’t do that, to make up her own.

Her phone makes a chiming sound in her hands and she whips her head down to look at it, Luke’s face filling her screen with a small frown, his eyebrows drawn together and a hair sticking up. A wide smile breaks out across her face and Julie raises her phone so it’s level with her face, even as she still spins around.

“Luke! Why are you on my phone?” Distantly, Julie knows she must be almost shouting, but she’s too happy and too drunk to really care.

“Er, you called me?” Luke sounds confused, but as Julie blows hair out of her face a small understanding smile tugs at Luke’s lips and Julie’s momentarily distracted by watching as the smile spreads across his face, reaching his eyes, one of his hands appearing in frame to push his hair out of his face. She stumbles to a stop, feeling a little dizzy from all her spinning and pounding heart.

“I did?” She doesn’t remember doing that, for a moment Julie frowns, lips pulling to the side as her eyes look at the ground before she blows out a breath and shrugs, looking back at Luke’s face on her phone. “Well, hi! We went out for drinks!"

Julie watches as Luke sits up in his bed, a light flicking on next to him and lighting up the room.

(In the morning, when she remembers this, she’ll probably feel bad about waking him, knowing his sleep schedule is already a mess. But right now, standing in the street halfway back to her dorm, two of her friends chatting a short distance away and a cute guy looking at her from her phone, she can’t really find it in her to feel bad. Just a giddy type of happiness.)

“You having a good night?” His voice is a little rough with sleep she notices, adds a gravely note to it that’s not normally there. Julie really wishes she could hear him talk like this all the time, first thing in the morning, in the middle of the night when one of them wakes up, after a nap in the middle of the day.

“The best! It would be more fun if you were here, though,” the words stumble past her lips without her even realising what she’s said. And she doesn’t notice the way Luke’s breath seems to catch through the speaker or the way his eyes widen a fraction or the way his smile turns more into a smirk. Whatever he’s about to respond with is cut off by Julie’s mind returning to her original disappointment of the night.

“You can’t see the stars here.”

Luke frowns a little and Julie tilts her phone so the camera is facing up and only the top of her head and her curls are in frame.

“See? No stars, only streetlights.” She pouts, tilting the phone back towards her with an exaggerated pout on her face that makes Luke laugh and Julie pout more. “Why are you laughing!? That’s mean! I miss the stars and you’re laughing!”

“Jules, it’s not like you can really see the stars all that much back home either,” he says it gently, but there’s still that teasing tone in his voice and hearing him call her ‘Jules’ makes butterflies form in her stomach.

“I still miss them.” She mutters, blowing out a breath and conceding the point. She’s honestly too drunk to even fight it and for a moment she sways slightly in place, her eyes staring just above her phone as she gets lost in her thoughts.

About stars and cute boys with calloused fingers and her friends who made her laugh and her mom who had taught her about constellations and how tired she suddenly feels.

“When we’re both back in LA I’ll take you somewhere you can see all the stars,” Luke says softly, so softly she almost misses it, but her eyes flicker down to the screen and lets a soft smile pull at her lips.

“I’d like that.”

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #jatp #jatp fics #jukebox #rosie vs writing #*#*fics

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failing-to-write-again · 4 years

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Reiji Sakamaki X Reader

Hanahaki AU: where one begins to grow flowers in the lungs due to their strong romantic feelings towards another. The only cute is to have your feelings returned or a surgery that risks leaving you devoid of romantic, or in extreme cases all, emotion.

Gender neutral pronouns of they/them

A single gardenia, a symbol of secret love, lay in a pool of blood staining the hardwood floor of the lab. Looking down in disgust at the mess the vampire stood and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief before cleaning up the mess caused by his latest coughing fit.

Reiji was no fool, he was entirely aware of his condition and it's cause and he hated it. He hated the idea he had fallen for... them. The most recent sacrificial bride to enter mansion, having been a replacement after Yui was claimed fully by Ayato once they began a romantic relationship. Reiji and his superiority complex couldn't comprehend the idea that this mortal human had somehow caused his unbeating heart to pine for them. He had began coughing around 3 months after their arrival, back then it only being after long periods of time in their presence. Now the mere thought of them would have him buckled over and coughing up flowers clawing at his throat. He knew the risks of leaving his condition untreated and was set on creating a formula to rid him of this horrid ailment, after having disposed of the bloody flowers he was back to researching potential cures.

It was of course at this moment you knocked on the door, and against his better judgement he allowed you entry. "Hey Reiji-kun, or is it -san? this honorific system is rather confusing, anyway do you have any books of radiation poisoning? I would like to fact check some information and that's difficult without the internet." You the object of his most secretive affections asked politely and utterly naive to your effect on the vampire. He immediately turned away to his bookshelf grabbing the necessary books before placing them to the counter on his right, "You are correct in using -kun as we are in the same year and class, is that all Miss/Mr/(third NB option idk) (Y/L/N)?" He replied curtly remaining facing away from you as he discreetly covered his mouth to hold back the sea of petals begging to burst from his lips.

Sensing something was wrong (well done you have eyes) you slowly reached a comforting hand out before second guessing yourself and holding it against your chest. You walked closer to the attractive male timidly, "Reiji-kun are you alright? You seem troub-" you were cut off by the sound of Reiji hacking up quickly crumbling to the floor in pain blood and petals spewed from his mouth. You ran to his side rubbing his back to comfort the pain slightly and moving a nearby dustbin to catch the blood in. However Reiji shoved you away in favour of struggling alone, if the thought of you touching him made it worse how would the actual touch help? "Leave at once *cough* you will just *cough* make it *cough* worse." Reiji command through the hacking up of flowers.

"Why haven't you told them, if you've gotten close enough to love them then they obviously know how wonderful you are. Are-are you getting the surgery?" You stood with your hands over your mouth in shock. Your eyes wide and filled with concerned. "If you've made me, the person you torture almost daily, fall for you I'm certain you can get anyone to and not lose your ability to feel."

That immediately stopped his coughing fit. He stared down at the two blood stained gardenias and the surrounding scattered petals while trying to process your words. "You... you have feelings towards me...after everything I've said to you? Why? Don't you prefer Shu?" The poor vampire was confused, after being raised having his mother always favour his older brother he is convinced people like Shu more then him on principle. As much as he will refuse to admit it, he had gotten used to second place when it came to affection. Having heard enough of those rants to be able to roughly understand the situation, you smiled gently before walking back over and sitting on the floor beside his hunched over figure. You slowly placed your hand on his upper arm, unsure of his thoughts towards the contact.

"I do care for you Reiji, more then Shu. When you aren't being as cold as normal or punishing me or despising me for being mortal... you're very fun to spend time with. You play chess with me and let me stay in your study and read while you experiment. Of course when you later drug me with them I don't mind as much because at least I get to hide away from the triplets the rest of the time" Reiji felt a wave of guilt after hearing those words, although you'll never be told that directly. At least not until he's gotten practice..."My point is, you're special to me Reiji because you're you, not because you're smart, or rich, or because you're related to Shu. It's because you're you, the socially awkward dork who collects fancy tea sets and refuses to let us get wifi even though this would've made getting you the surgery or in touch with your crush faster. Now let's go find her." You stood up dusting off your skirt and began walking towards the door.

Only to stop as chuckling began, a deep and foreign sound from the ravenette (is it black or dark purple?). "You're still dense as ever I see, how I fell for you I still don't know," Grabbing your arm gently and pulling you back to floor between his legs into a hug. His head buried in your neck and his entire body shaking with relief. Then you put your arms around him and Reiji thought he'd died and entered heaven. He never got hugged as a child and shut out anyone who tried when older, and now he was experiencing one for pretty much the first time and loving it. Then you kissed his forehead and he started to cry, but if I describe that I'm fairly certain I'm going to find something in my tea.

Of course that was a lie, he knew parts of why he loved you, and was close to actually understanding the rest. But he's an emotionally repressed mess this is the best you're getting for now. He was thanking himself for not letting you get wifi here yet, the notion of having a surgery to remove him of these emotions a horrid thought when the warmth of your love was within arms reach the entire time.

#reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki x reader #someome get this child friends #he needs tea hugs and love rn #there really aren't many DL tags I can think of #I'm a bad writer it's been like centuries since I've posted

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Professor Sugar - 7/7

Pairing: Student!Reader x Professor!Bucky Description: Like tons of other students you struggle with finances, but you can’t get any aid since your parents are filthy rich. The system doesn’t care that they broke off contact after you came out as bisexual. There is, however, someone else that cares. The prof of your class on PTSD and trauma. Professor Barnes. Warnings: 18+, f/m smut, secret relationship, not beta read.

Professor Sugar Masterlist // Masterlist

New beginnings

You took the final in his class with a jumper of his hugging your body for support. The thoughts going into it were neutral. You had studied a lot, but you also didn‘t want to get your hopes up too high. The week before finals and the week he graded them were almost without contact. You understood that. Both of you didn‘t want to feel like you were cheating the system. Only sleeping in his shirts really helped to not go crazy during that time.

With weak knees you went to his apartment the day grades were announced on the school‘s online platform. They went up right when you were at his front door and he would either have to calm you down or celebrate with you. Mobile data really was absolute shit in this city. Why did you not wait until the grades went online with going outside. Oh, yeah, celebration or makeup sex. The damn loading bar on top of your browser was killing you as you got out at your station. Once you were in the proximity of his WiFi it loaded fully. Your eyes went wide and you wanted to collapse and yell at the same time. A-. You ran up the stairs and got the door opened in an instant before falling into his arms. „I. Am. So. Proud. Of. You.“ He said kissing you after every word. A happy squeal left you as you grabbed his face to kiss him thoroughly. While he closed the door behind you he also grabbed you closer. There was not even a millimeter of space between the two of you. He couldn‘t keep his hands off you. Your shirt flew somewhere into the direction of his couch, his somewhere onto the kitchen floor. Your bra was removed in one go before his thumbs went under your panties and janked both your leggings and panties down to your thighs. He looked into your eyes for a second, panting heavily, „Nope, won‘t make it to the bed.“ You were picked up and pushed onto the kitchen counter, the rest of your clothes taken off before you heard his. „Hmm, full circle.“ You hummed as he came up above you. „I had to keep this from you for a week.“ He growled as his kisses went down your neck. „Oh, so your primal touch comes from that and not from you missing my-“ You were silenced with a harsh, passionate kiss and a deep push making your back arch up. „Missed you so much, so proud of you.“ His mouth claimed yours again as he started thrusting into you. „Knew you‘d wing it.“ He grumbled before moaning. There were little bites into your neck and shoulder that bathed you in a new nuance of bliss. „Finally all mine.“ He growled. He was celebrating that you weren‘t his student anymore. No more subtle guilt. „Ho-ly shit.“ You panted before moaning out again. „Uh-hu. That‘s my girl.“ He panted before thrusting harder, making you scream out. „Oh fuck.“ You squirmed in his tight grasp on you. „C‘mon. Show me you‘re mine.“ He growled down at you. He needed the satisfaction of claiming you as his now. This wasn‘t just some student and professor having the hots for each other and one helping the other financially anymore. This was passion and love. His hips stuttered as your head fell back with a loud moan and a deep scratch of his back. His warmth was following shortly, before he settled there for a moment. „Looks like we should clean the counter.“ You giggled and went through his hair as he came up a bit to look at you. „Mine. Mine. Mine.“ He kissed the corners of your lips and your nose with that. „Yours.“ You whispered while going over his beard. He got off the kitchen counter shortly after, making you see the mess you made with him. „Hm, not bad.“ You shrugged. „Want me to do better? ’Cause I‘m not finished with you, darling.“ He smirked a little evil before swooping you up and bringing you to his bed. There was another round of passionate and intense sex before you changed to sweet lovemaking. You opened your eyes two hours later. You both had fallen asleep from all the physical activities and you really needed the nap after all those weeks of studying. You grabbed a pair of his briefs, his giant hoodie from the armchair in his bedroom and your socks from the kitchen floor. The other clothes laying around the apartment were put into a neat pile and placed on top of his washing machine. You cleaned up the countertop and proceeded to stalk his fridge. There was a little box of donuts with a „For you“ in his handwriting on it. He really was a cute dork through and through when he wasn‘t in professor mode or putting you through the mattress. You grabbed the box and sat back down on the countertop, ignoring the bar stools as per usual. A hum behind you got you out of your thoughts. He was leaning against the frame of the bedroom door and looked at you with a content smile. „You look the best in my clothes.“ He said with his soft and grumbly sleep voice. „You look good...naked.“ You eyed him, still chewing on a chocolate donut with chocolate filling. „I‘ll put on something. Can‘t have you attached to me all day.“ He chuckled turning around. „Yes, you can. Especially with that ass.“ You commented, mouth still full of food. „You‘ll get to see it as many times as you want. Just need to be wearing something to give you something else.“ You heard him from his closet. „If it isn‘t an orgasm I‘m not interested.“ You yelled over and heard him laugh. In briefs and a hoodie himself he came out of the bedroom with a box in his arms. „Where did that come from?“ You raised a brow, letting the last bit of the donut vanish into your mouth. „I think you were too busy moaning your heart out to see this in my closet.“ He sent you sly smile before setting it down on the coffee table and waiting for you to come over to the couch. „Well, let‘s see if this compares to your hard work.“ You smirked and sat down next to him and heard a deep inhale and exhale. „So...I know we have been talking about this whole thing of me buying you stuff and that you didn‘t want to feel like you were just sleeping with me to get things from me. So I saved up all the things I bought you in between until the end of the semester. Which is right now.“ He explained all innocent and cute. „So I just put my moans into a savings account...is what you‘re telling me?“ You grinned before laughing out loud with him. „I mean...kinda. Hey, look, I love buying you things. Not because you have sex with me, but because I genuinely like spending time with you and because I want to see you grow as a human being.“ He explained a little more serious. „Sugar Daddy with feelings.“ You whispered with a smile. „I‘d be pretty upset if you would‘ve managed to fake all of this.“ He chuckled. „I‘m not. If I could do that, I already would‘ve had my try at this whole sex for money kinda thing. I mean, I‘m a desperate college student.“ You laughed, „But I guess not anymore, ’cause you already helped me so much with little things.“ You thought about that little study account idea he had in the beginning of the semester. By now it had grown to a few thousand people and you were starting to get things offered as well as people asking you for products, telling you how to make them, making new friends in the process. You leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. „Open it.“ His demeanor was soft. Softer than usual. You grabbed the box closer and undid the bow around it. There must be tons of things in there unless he bought something incredibly big. You flipped open the lid and stopped breathing for a second, „Wow.“ „There is an order to it too,“ he announced proudly and got out the first three things. „Toys,“ you commented dryly and looked at him, „Why did you wait with those? I just spent two weeks without your d-...whatever, let me see them.“ „Hmm.“ You read through each description on the box. One of them was something one of your friends kept talking about, so that was a good sign. The other two would need a thorough testing. „Well, we won‘t get sleep tonight...or, well, I will, after these prove to be good.“ You grinned at him and got a kiss behind your ear with a deep chuckle. He handed you the next packaging, „The rosegold headphones I‘ve been talking about!“ You could see in his eyes how much he bathed in the feeling of making your face light up like this. You unpacked the headphones and ran through the entire apartment to get it to charge somewhere. „So, there‘s been that thing you kept talking about whenever we were driving over here from campus…“ He held up a H&M bag and set it down between you both. „You..bought me the teddy bear material jacket.“ You gave him full puppy eyes for that. Your heart just started exploding at how much he listened to the little things on the side. „You will look gorgeous in it.“ He smiled and gave you a kiss. „Will you take pictures of me in it?“ You asked all giddy about it and got a big nod back. Then he got out four big books and set them down on your lap. „All the books from the author of the Pentagon book?“ You jumped and wiggled on the couch cushion. „With audio book codes,“ he announced super proud of himself. „My god. I‘m not sure if you can top that.“ You said hugging the books. He made a gift card appear between two of his fingers. The little logo on it spelling IKEA. „$700 IKEA gift card...bought it after we managed to get that noise complaint. You can buy a bed or a closet with it. Or a stupid amount of decorations.“ He started chuckling at your frozen body with the shocked face. „SEVEN-HUNDRED-DOLLARS. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND?“ You threw yourself backwards against the cushions. „Yes, I am.“ He chuckled and dragged you back up. „You can also spend it helping others...if that‘s what you wanna do,“ he said still holding onto your hands gently. „But that‘s it, right?“ You looked at him frowning a little. „Well…“ He scratched his back and chuckled at your head falling into your hands. „Only two more things.“ He finally let you know. The next thing was brought out, jewelry box, flat, a bit bigger. He opened it to reveal a necklace with a little plate. „Wait…“ You tried to process and looked up. „Had part of my old tags redone for this necklace. I want you to know how much you mean to me. I wouldn‘t just give this to anyone. That thing is what makes me feel pain and safety,“ He picked it up, „And you don‘t have to wear it, but it would mean the world to me if you did.“ You sat there with your mouth so wide open that your jaw started hurting, „I‘m- Wow- This is- Yes, of course I‘ll wear it.“ You nodded heavily as his demeanor changed to a more relaxed one and he carefully put the necklace around your neck. „And the last gift kinda comes with that one.“ He mumbled and got out the last gift, also a small box, a little less jewelry-box-looking. He handed it to you and you carefully opened it. There was a key in it, a key with a „B“ stamped into it at the top. „This is also your home now, if you want it to.“ He said almost shy. For some reason this didn‘t feel fast moving. Yes, this thing had only been going on for around 3 months, but it just felt right the entire time. You had the right chemistry, you talked a lot, you just got each others‘ brains and your morals matched. „This place isn‘t my home, Bucky. You are,“ you whispered. It was true, since you both hit it off you were worrying less about the future and your place in the world.

He grabbed your hands again and cleared his throat before looking at you. „I just knew you were different the second you came up to that desk and asked me for suggestions like the biggest, most determined, nerd. You seemed so interesting and you just sounded like an unpolished crystal the more we talked. So I started looking forward to talking to you in my office twice a week...and I guess it kinda clicked along the way. And it kinda clicked again recently, when I realized you wouldn‘t be a student anymore that I would have to hide to protect. My god, I‘m so completely and utterly in love with you. So much love shouldn‘t even be allowed. I‘ve never been so happy and so far away from all my bad thoughts. Thank you for being you, darling. I love you.“ He opened up his heart to you. Your face lit up, „I feel the same. So much lighter, less misplaced, like I have more purpose. I feel the way you make me grow, okay? I love the little soft and nerdy bits you show of yourself. Or the lovey dovey things like right now. I love all of it. I love YOU!“ He grabbed your face and gave you one of the softest kisses you shared until now. „Let‘s take this as a new beginning and actually start living now. No dumb second thoughts because of the educational system.“ He mumbled against your lips. „Yes, a new beginning.“ You smiled staring into his storm blue eyes. Maybe you‘d manage to graduate how you wanted to, get a good job, or maybe make money from that study account and those products, buy a house with him and have your little happy ever after. You looked forward to that. You finally looked forward to the future.

M a s t e r l i s t

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Can of Worms || Margot & Athena

TIMING: September 29th (before Margot’s wrist injury) LOCATION: UMWC library PARTIES: @g0t-ri5h and @athenaquinn SUMMARY: All good friendships begin with dealing with bug infestations, right?

Margot did not enjoy libraries. She held no love for the smell of musty pages or worn in spines. Books were just so… wasteful and time consuming. Knowledge was much easier to acquire online and in turn to digest. But, nonetheless she was at the UMaine library, where WiFi was fastest and most accessible. It would be nice to leave her dorm room for an evening, and she’d take any excuse to escape her roommate. Margot had settled into a seat in the far corner of the library, where the fluorescent lighting was less assaulting to the eye. It was here she worked on her latest “comp-sci” project. It was a simple one, something she could’ve pulled off while she was in high school. Though, like always, she had procrastinated so thoroughly that it was due tomorrow and she had only just begun. Margot had no doubt that she would finish it on time, so long as she had no distractions. Thankfully it was a Friday night, and most had opted for college parties rather than their studies. The library was nearly empty, barring a student a few tables over, and she seemed to be quiet enough.

Athena could tell that this was already set to be a busy semester. For one, it was the second to last semester that she would have at UMWC, and she was taking a number of courses on top of TA-ing for Anita. She often found herself keen to study in the library, especially given that she didn’t live on campus and though the drive was hardly too much trouble, it didn’t seem worth it when she still had things to do on campus later on. The library wasn’t all that busy today, and KIL didn’t have a party this weekend, so she had settled down with her textbooks and pile of index cards, preparing for an exam that she had next week. Glancing up, she spotted another girl a few tables away. Athena wasn’t certain if she’d seen her before, but at least she wasn’t fae. The occasions when Athena had been in the company of fae at the library had been infuriating, not the least of which because killing them then and there would cause a scene. As the other girl looked up, Athena offered a quiet wave before bending back over her textbooks, twirling a pen around between her fingers.

At the girl’s wave, Margot shot back an uncomfortable smile. She wasn’t good at niceties, as much as she tried to be; polite conversation normally sounded sarcastic and gestures looked forced. Perhaps that’s why she hadn’t formed any friendships since moving to town, though to be fair, she hadn’t tried very hard. Margot turned her attention back to her project, settling into an advanced algorithm. “Shit.” She cursed under her breath when the process came back with an error. She referred back to her notes, or rather, her intense, unintelligible scribbles. After a few moments of reflection, Margot could see where she had gone wrong. She began to rifle through her backpack for a pen in hopes of amending the mistake, coming up empty. Margot groaned. The light glinted off the pen being twirled between the girls fingertips. Margot made her way over to her table, plastering that same uncomfortable smile on her face. “Hi.” Margot said, “Could I borrow your pen?” Her eyes were trained on it rather intensely. She shook herself from the fixation before adding, “Please?”

The girl offered her a smile in return, and Athena didn’t pay too much attention until all of a sudden the other girl was right by her. “Hi.” She glanced up. “I’m using this one, but,” Athena grabbed her backpack, pulling it up and onto her lap. She grabbed her pencil case and unzipped it, pulling out another, identical pen. “Here. You - you can keep it, if you’re out of pens.” She paused. “If you’d like, you can come over here. I’m not going to be loud, and if you happen to lose another pen, it’s probably best to be in close proximity to the supply.” Athena tapped her fingers on her textbook. “I’m Athena, by the way. Might be worth introducing myself if I’m going to be inviting you to sit with me. What’s your name?”

Margot took the pen gratefully, and began immediately scribbling the correct notes on her paper. She breathed out a sigh upon completion, as if it had been an intense task. “Thank you. I’m usually typing, these things are an afterthought.” Margot said, referring to the pen. At the request Margot glanced to her desk, and then back, weighing up the choice. “Sure.” It was the least she could do to be polite. “I’m Margot.” She called over her shoulder, already up and relocating her things. Once she had settled into the new spot across from Athena, Margot took in the contents of Athena’s study kit, an array of index cards and textbooks. “You’re so,” Margot paused in awe, “organised.” It was of stark contrast to her own distressing set-up. “What is it you study?”

“I like both, so I often just have them on me.” Athena gave a shrug. “It’s no bother.” She grinned just slightly as the other girl agreed to come and sit with her. Athena found that although she could be perfectly content all on her own, she often found that she desired company. “Nice to meet you.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, her own gaze following Margot’s. “Oh, well, you know....” Someone else might have blushed at the compliment, but she took it in stride, because it was true. “It’s just how I’ve always been. I appreciate the compliment.” Tapping her fingers against the pages of her textbook, she glanced back over to Margot. “Neuroscience and Religion. I’m also pre-med. Just recently sent out my applications, so hoping to get into a top school.” She bit her lip. “How about you?”

Margot’s eyebrows raised and she let out an impressed whistle. A librarian stuck her head out between an aisle of books at the obnoxious sound and gave Margot a scowl. Margot returned the expression to her. The librarian ducked out of sight and Margot returned her attention to Athena. “Wow, pre-med. That’s intense stuff. Good luck with your applications.” Margot wished she held such an ambition for the future, but alas, she usually didn’t plan ahead further than an afternoon. “I’m a comp-sci major. Computers and stuff.” She couldn’t be bothered to explain much further. People usually lost interest when she started to ramble on about algorithms and operating systems. “I’m working on a project due at midnight, only started on it an hour ago.” Margot explained to Athena, with a guilty look on her face. She started to rearrange her laptop on the desk in order to regain her focus on the project, and in doing so, knocked a stack of books that had been left on it to the ground. “Shit.” Margot cursed. She hastened to pick them up, kneeling beside them. But, she stopped— “What the hell?”

A book lay open on the floor. Margot watched, eyes wide, as the words on the pages were disappearing, line by line. Were her eyes deceiving her? Margot reached out to pick up the book and upon touching it felt… a bite? “Ow!” She yelled, and dropped it back to the floor.

Athena smirked at Margot’s reaction, even ignoring the librarian’s response. The librarian knew her well enough, so it’d blow over, and if she was completely honest, she didn’t especially care right now. At the moment she was more focused on the other girl. “Thanks! I like to hope for the best, so I believe that it will all work out.” She grinned, pressing her tongue between her teeth. “Oh, that’s cool! I can’t say I’m a computer expert, though I do know my way around one. Though for all that I believe in learning as much as possible about anything and everything, the world would be quite terribly boring if we all knew everything about everything, wouldn’t it?” She giggled, making sure to keep her voice as quiet as possible. They didn’t need another icy glare from the librarian. “Oh yeah? That’s not uncommon.” I never do that, was another thought that crossed her mind but that she refrained from speaking out loud. She knew that saying something like that wouldn’t do much of anything to keep the conversation going. Margot’s books fell to the ground then and Athena was about to go and help her grab them when the exclamation of pain from Margot caught her attention, and upon glancing over, Athena spotted the pages growing blank and fought away a huff of annoyance. She really didn’t have time to be dealing with this right now, but she also knew that given what she was born to do, she had no right to complain. “Here, wait!” She said, grabbing a bandaid from her bag and moved to where Margot was, handing it out to her, letting one of her rings briefly touch Margot’s skin and breathing a sigh of relief when no rash appeared. “What happened? Was there a misprint in your book, or…?” She let her voice trail off. She didn’t know what Margot thought about the supernatural, and this was as good a gauge of that as any.

Margot blinked a few times, her eyes settling on the small bite on her palm and then to the girl in front of her. How did she get here again? It was as if she had lost recollection of the exchange that had taken place only moments before. “Um, thanks,” Margot took the bandaid from her, “Sorry, I’m having a blank, who are you again?” Margot asked guiltily. This person was terribly familiar, Margot felt a kind of déjà vu just looking at her. She shook off the feeling, her attention settled back on the thin trickle of blood coming from the small bite on her hand. Margot wiped the blood on her shirt before adhering the bandaid to the wounded spot, cringing as she did so. Once she was done, she looked back to the book that had caused the injury. Perhaps it was just a papercut? The book lay open where Margot had dropped it moments before, except... “What happened to all the words?” She asked the stranger with alarm. “Tha-- That was covered in words just seconds ago!” Was she going mad? Maybe the page had just turned, or it was a different book. Margot reaches out her thumb and forefinger tentatively, using them to flip to the next page. Alas, it was as if the book was un-writing itself, words being chewed from the page. She was definitely losing her mind.

“Of course.” Athena’s brow furrowed at the girl’s next question. “I - I’m Athena.” There was always the chance that the girl had severe short-term memory impairments, but nothing else pointed to that. Margot’s next comment caused her to glance at the page. The words were disappearing. The words were disappearing and Margot couldn’t remember something. Bookwyrm. Admittedly not the worst of supernatural creatures, but still a pest. “It was.” Athena let a shocked expression cover her face. She wasn’t sure if the girl had any sort of clue what was going on, and it was best to deal with this as smoothly as possible, without drawing too much attention to all of … well, everything. “I’d not touch the book if I were you. It - those bites can do a lot of harm.” She brushed her fingertips against her nose. She had to figure out a way to get rid of the thing before it destroyed the whole book. “Did you see what bit you?”

“Athena, that’s right.” Margot pretended that she was back up to speed, embarrassed at her temporary memory loss. “Sorry, how could I forget…” How had she forgotten? At Athena’s warning, Margot tucked her hands to the side, resisting the intense urge she had to flip through the pages and inspect the book. “S-So they are bites?” Margot stuttered in confusion, glancing back down at the bandaid. “I have no clue what it was, I just know it fucking hurt. What do you think it was? Maybe some kind of book termite?” She hated to ask so many questions, always wanting to be the smartest person in the room, but none of this was logical. She’d never even heard of book termites. Athena seemed deep in thought, considering the facts. “Should we tell the librarian? Maybe this has happened before.” Yes, the librarian would know what to do.

“Yes. I mean, I have a bit of a memorable name but…” Athena frowned. “Don’t apologize.” Her voice was a bit too even, a bit too brusque, but it was important to not dwell on what was going on too much, especially if Margot had no clue what was going on. “Yes. It - you could call it that. Particularly bothersome ones, and they - well…” she motioned at the book. “They destroy books quite entirely.” She wanted to grab the book, find the creature and be over and done with but she had to be careful. Though Winston and Blanche were admittedly not the worst to out herself as a hunter in front of, you never knew - and even if someone was harmless, explaining what she was could always run the risk of too many questions. “Sometimes the librarian doesn’t know what to do, and I’ve read that these…” things “can sometimes have infestations. Which means a lot of bad news for the books in here.” She looked over to Margot. “You’ve never seen something like this before?”

Margot couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Book termites? She had suggested it almost jokingly, to find out they were real seemed like a ridiculous notion. “How do you know all this? Have you seen one of these before?” They were in a library, if a librarian didn’t know what was going on, what chance did they have? Margot hoped that Athena knew how to fumigate this pest, if not, the library might be wiped blank by morning. Margot threw her hands up at Athena’s question. “No, I can safely say, I have never seen the words on a page disappear before my eyes. Provided, I’m not much of a reader and I probably haven’t used a book in years, but this isn’t normal is it? Words don’t just backspace themselves!” Margot was rambling, becoming more unwound with every syllable. She began to pace back and forth around the table, careful not to bump the infested book.

“Like once?” Athena replied, voice rising, making it far more of a question than she had originally intended for it to be. She had seen these, and she’d read about them, but going on and on about that would likely only make Margot look at her like she had three heads. “It’s - well, I guess it happens sometimes. There’s all sorts of bugs and animals that have yet to be discovered. Trust me, I’m TA-ing for an entomology class this semester - and though I took that same class not too long ago, I find that there is still so much to learn.” Athena watched Margot move back and forth, trying to figure out a way to work through this. “No, it’s not typical. Though it’d be a heck of a way of recycling. Full honesty though? I think there’s better ways to save the planet. Give me a reusable water bottle over books that erase themselves any day of the week.” Voice still level, she continued to let her eyes follow Margot. “This book only just started doing this, right? It - it wasn’t like that when you picked it up?”

“Once?” Margot repeated. She hoped that Athena’s one off experience or TA work had taught her how to get rid of the creature, otherwise they may have to contact some kind of fumigation service. “Yes, pests that bite and consume the words of books is probably not the most efficient way to reverse the effects of climate change.” How had the topic been changed so drastically? Margot sensed that Athena was trying to divert her attention, and it had somewhat. Subconsciously, she had stopped pacing, and was now facing the other girl. Margot composed herself with a deep satisfying breath. “I don’t know when it happened, I just knocked the book off the table and that’s how it was.” At least that’s what she thought was what happened. Margot’s memory of the past few moments was coming back to her a little foggy. “Just please, tell me you have some way of fixing this, because I don’t want Ms. Shhhhhh over there,” Margot pointed back towards the librarian, “thinking I damaged university property. I’m not paying for it.” She couldn’t pay for it. Who knew how much a textbook this thick was worth.

“Yes.” Athena gave another shrug. At least the other girl had appreciated her joke - or at least it had been a temporary distraction - but she had to think fast. Athena wasn’t sure if there were more bookwyrms, and if so, if she would be able to easily find them, but if they could take care of this one at least it would do something. The librarian on duty didn’t know anything when it came to this, no matter how helpful she could be about anything academically oriented. “Yeah, they’d suck at that big time.” At Margot’s next comment, she gave a quick nod. “Makes sense. These - well, it can happen suddenly. Can I ask - what are your thoughts on capturing and getting rid of bugs?” She knew that killing it would be the best option, but she could also always give it to Anita - so long as she made clear to her professor that these could cause damage. She knew that she had to check in with Margot first, because acting too rashly in front of someone who seemed to be totally unaware wasn’t going to do either of them any favors. “No, of course. You won’t have to pay for it. It was a misprint, and in reality, the library should send it back to the publisher and ask for a refund.” A conspiratorial grin crossed her lips and she raised an eyebrow at the other girl. “I’m good at talking to adults, and I’ll take care of this. We just have to get rid of the bug first and let the library know to be on the lookout for an infestation.”

“Let’s kill em’.” Margot replied to Athena’s question. She wasn’t a fan of insects or pests of any kind, and she had no hang-ups about their extermination. “I have a can of bug spray in my dorm room. If that’d work to get rid of them, I can run up and quickly fetch it for you?” She would leave the actual killing to Athena, afterall, she had already been bitten once by the critters and had no urge to experience it again. Margot was relieved to hear that she would be free of the damage charges, it was true that she hadn’t been the cause of the destruction, and was happy that she had Athena to vouch for her. Perhaps the girl was a handy person to have around, certainly more pleasant and sociable than Margot had ever been. Athena oozed a certain confidence that was even beginning to rub off on Margot. “I trust you with this.” Margot stated nodding. “Just tell me what you need me to do.” She tacked on, in fear that she had sounded passive, scared. Which she was, but Athena needn’t know that.

“Works for me,” Athena replied with a grin. She wouldn’t actively try to kill most bugs - but this one would do more harm than good in the long run, which meant that it had to be dealt with. “That offer is super appreciated, but these don’t always respond to typical techniques. I’ve found the best way is to either trap them or just straight up deal with it right here.” She certainly wasn’t about to go track down pixies. “Bug spray is handy to have.” Athena flashed a grin to the other girl. Even if Margot had no idea what the bookwyrm was, Athena appreciated that she wasn’t about to insist that they keep it around. She knew not to count her blessings too much, given that she had far too much luck with people who didn’t seem to care what she did to supernatural pests recently, but that didn’t stop her from feeling pleased whenever someone seemed to align their views with her, even if only for a brief period of time. “Do you want me to get rid of it here? If so…” Athena bit her lip, “just make sure it doesn’t escape? It shouldn’t, but you never know. Then I can deal with it.” She stood up and quickly grabbed a cloth handkerchief. “I’m gonna get it with my boot, but you know, I’ve found that it’s best to clean up a mess. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Margot smiled back at Athena, excited that there was a plan being formed. She wasn’t sure why bug spray wouldn’t be the most effective, it had been very handy at exterminating many insects in the past, but Margot trusted Athena’s judgement. It was probably for the best, it would take a while for her to gather the insecticide from her room, and it seemed time was of the essence. “Here’s as good a place as any to get rid of it.” Margot replied, besides, she wasn’t keen on moving that to another location, not after what happened when she’d picked it up just moments before. “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll try to keep it contained.” Margot wasn’t sure how she would stop the critter if it tried to make a run for it, not even knowing what it was, but she’d give it her best shot. She glanced down at Athena’s boots, a simple yet effective weapon. Margot gave Athena a nervous nod, indicating that she was prepared for whatever was to come. “Let’s do this.” She said, mostly to herself.

“Makes sense to me too.” Athena grinned. “Best not to risk it causing further damage elsewhere.” Though she never liked to owe anyone anything, she thought to herself that she would certainly make an attempt to at least take the other girl out for coffee or something after all of this was over. She wondered if she'd have questions about any of this, or if she’d just pass it off as a strange bug - which, in fairness and by definition it was, but it was far more than that too. At Margot’s words, Athena pushed herself up, rolling her shoulders quickly - glancing around the room before she dug her heel right into the bookwyrm, and if it were able to make much noise, she knew that it would be screaming in anguish right now. It deserved that much at least - even if it wasn’t a creature of the highest risk, it destroyed books, and could do a heck of a lot more damage than it had if she let it go free. It would have been a disservice to give it to Anita - she appreciated her professor, and this could do a great deal of harm to her hard work. “All done. Told you I could make it efficient.” She began cleaning off the heel of her boot with the cloth handkerchief. “What do you think? Should we go and tell our friend the librarian that there’s horridly defective books in the library?” She winked. “Happy to do the talking, if you want.”

Margot raised her eyebrows. The death of the critter was so quick, easy and painless, well not for the bug, but for them. Was Athena a professional pest killer in her spare time? Margot knew she would have many questions for the girl, but for now she was lost for words. “Nice job.” Was all she could think of. Margot glanced back at the librarian, shuddering at the thought of facing the authority figure. “Okay,” She said hesitantly, “Let’s get this over with.” Margot headed in the direction of the librarian, hoping that Athena was following behind her. She was counting on her to sweet talk the woman, God knows Margot was not charismatic enough to get away with it. “Hello.” She said upon reaching the front desk. The book merchant looked up at them. “There seems to be an issue with your books.”

“Excuse me?” The woman glared over her reading glasses with confusion and disapproval. Margot looked to Athena for help.

“Well, you helped too. It’s not all me.” Athena winked. “However yes, let’s get this over with.” Putting the dirty handkerchief into a plastic bag, she made her way behind Margot, straightening her posture as much as possible. Luckily she knew a fair number of the librarians already, and she had been on good terms with them. Giving hand-baked goods proved useful, as did complimenting their thrifted sweaters. “There is quite an issue.” Athena bit her lip, letting her eyes grow wide. “The horrid printing company sent you misprints!” She flipped the book open to one of the pages. “They sent you a book that is mostly blank. I’d check a lot of the other ones in this library, and to top it off,” she glanced over at Margot, wondering what the other girl was thinking, “we saw a bug. Big. You might want to call in someone to fumigate the place, this library is too special to incur such damages as seem to be happening. You deserve a refund for this book at least.” The librarian raised an eyebrow, though she accepted the book and began to page through it, concern spreading across her face.

“Right?” Athena did her best to keep her voice hushed. “It’s not Margot’s fault, she was studying for an important exam and then all of a sudden we saw that there were no words on the page. We don’t want anyone else to end up in our same position.” She took in a deep breath and waited for how the librarian would respond.

Margot covered her mouth and fought the urge to snigger at the exchange. Athena was turning out to be quite the actress, knowing when to exaggerate and when to hold back. A force to be reckoned with. She surely would’ve fooled Margot had she not been privy to the truth. Margot made sure to nod along with all of her claims, to ensure believability. God was she glad she hadn’t been alone in the library tonight.

“Very well, girls.” The librarian responded as she took a deep dissatisfied breath, “Thank you for bringing this issue to my attention.” As she flipped the pages, they confirmed Athena’s story. The librarian pursed her lips and locked eyes with Margot. “I think it would be best if you packed up your things,” Her eyes then fell on Athena, “Both of you. I’m going to have to close the library.”

Margot’s eyes widened. Her assignment, she had almost forgotten. “C-closed? I have an assignment due in a few hours!”

“I’m afraid so.” The librarian said solemnly. She took a large coil of keys from the desk drawer with finality. Margot looked to the other girl, who had studies of her own, sorry that this had been the outcome of this event. As she returned to their table, Margot sloppily stuffed her things back in her bag. She was beginning to accept that she would receive a bad grade. “Thanks for getting rid of that thing.” Margot said to Athena. “Maybe we could hang out sometime, you know, when there’s no bugs or books around.”

At least the librarian believed her. Athena let a small smile settle on her lips. She knew that she played the innocent part well. That most people were inclined to believe her, especially authority figures. It was how she’d gotten out of trouble throughout her schooling, and it was certainly how she endeared herself to many members of the community. This librarian was human, and Athena did appreciate her, though laying on the compliments and wide-eyed confusion never hurt.

She hadn’t, however, been expecting the librarian to take drastic actions so quickly. “Closed?” She replied, practically in unison with Margot. Athena held her tongue between her teeth. It would be best if the library dealt with this as soon as possible, but there was a certain part of her that did feel bad for leaving Margot stranded and without a place to work. As they returned over to their table she kept watching Margot, as the other girl shoved all her school supplies into her bag. “Oh yeah, of course. Also hey - I know another good study space on campus. In the campus center? There’s a side room people don’t use much, and I know some people on student government if you want to get into an even more private room.” She looked over, “just, you know, if you want. I’d like to hang out some other time too. Though for right now we may have to stick with the books at least.”

Margot’s eyebrows raised at Athena’s suggestion. Campus center, she’d never been there, but the wifi connection couldn’t be worse than her dorm room. “Awesome, yeah, thanks for the tip! I’ll head over there now!” Maybe all hope wasn’t lost. Her spirits were already back on the up. Margot slung her packed bag over her shoulder. “Can’t wait!” Margot replied with a smile. As the girls exited the library, they exchanged cell phone numbers, promising to meet up sometime soon. Next time in a more relaxed setting.

#wickedswriting #c margot #chatzy #can of worms #// margot is an utter delight #zoe is wonderful #also hey what better way to bond than dealing with monster right?

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qtakesams · 3 years

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When Life Goes On, Go with It

Two years ago this month, I moved to Edgewater, Maryland, to complete a summer internship with the Smithsonian Environmental Research Center. SERC, as we call it, is a branch of the Smithsonian Institution that specializes in climate, coastal, terrestrial, and various other types of sciences. Their campus is an hour east of Washington, D.C. They own hundreds of acres of land, on which they house their laboratories and fields.

It was just after my sophomore year of college ended. As with many underclassmen years, mine was turbulent. I endured a drastic shift in my social circle which had, even if temporarily, left me feeling stranded on a campus I was still learning about. I’d had a rough spring semester, finding a lack of motivation to complete any assignment.

Most undergrads face that year: the one where nothing feels right, and each path feels like a dead-end. I had applied for a SERC internship on a bit of a whim. Entering college, I’d seen myself as a fiction writer and editor, planning to end up in a corporate publishing house. Sophomore had shown me I desired other things, and I applied for SERC’s science writing internship completely unsure if I’d actually like the work. What if I didn’t? What if it felt worse than the previous semester? What would I do if I couldn’t bounce back?

All of this, I decided, would be worth the risk. When I got an email from the internship’s advisor in March, offering me the position, I accepted it. The rest, as some might say, is history.

SERC is a hard place to find until you’ve visited a few times. The brown sign is easily skipped by the eyes. Coming from the west, you approach SERC on the left side of the road. Immediately, you forget that you’re technically in the suburbs, less than thirty miles from the epicenter of political heat in America. After a few turns, you arrive at the gate. When SERC is publicly open, you drive on through. When you’re an intern coming back from the bar at night, you have to swipe your ID card. You drive a few more turns, watching closely for deer, before that final right turn that drops you into the parking lot of the intern dorms and the labs.

I fell in love with SERC within days of my arrival. There were the intimidating factors of the place: fellow interns at Ivy Leagues and respected colleges, scientific labs into which the government itself funded millions, no meal plan, and the stick shift vehicle I would drive all summer. I was terrified when my mom drove away. I explored the floor of my building, admiring the kitchen, perusing the book selection. By eleven, I was in bed. I was tried from traveling, but more so, I didn’t know what to do. I’d briefly interacted with the other intern already on my floor, but I didn’t know him well enough to go say hi. There were four interns moved in below my floor, but I hadn’t seen any of them yet. I suddenly seemed wildly out of my element, though I had felt comfortable at SERC the moment I drove through the gate.

Of course, I grew happier at SERC. The happiest I’d been in years. Within weeks, I made strong friends, adjusted to my job, and began to close my GPS when driving to the store.

My work felt good. The articles I wrote and the media I created reached thousands of people, many of which gave positive comments. My words were reaching people, and the people were responding.

I was raised by a scientist, but more importantly, by well-educated, empathetic people. Loving my planet was part of the gig when I was growing up. In high school, I began to see where my privilege in this education existed. My friends at school didn’t seem to care about the things I’d be taught to care about. Water consumption, electricity, knowing the landscape on which your house is built. I knew important moments in history, and how they affected me. I had early knowledge of politics, to the point where I knew who George Bush was before his presidency ended (when I was 10). Ignorance and empathy tend to go hand-in-hand, mostly because ignorance leads to apathy. We’ve seen this cause-and-effect equation hold catastrophic, deadly consequences in 2020.

When I arrived at SERC, it didn’t slip by me that I suddenly had access to information that most people only dream about. Many of us are ignorant (I remain ignorant to 99.9% of what happens on this Earth) by circumstance, not by choice. Accessibility is one of our biggest problems of a global society attempting to function in a digital, climate change-riddled world. Sixty percent of the globe now has Internet access, but that leaves 3.08 billion people without the knowledge they need to protect themselves from the setbacks of climate change. Most of those people, as it would turn out, are terribly affected most by war, poverty, hunger, climate, social injustice, etc. These things intertwine and cause one another. Not always, but often.

My position at SERC gifted me access to science occurring in real-time. When the Pandemic would hit a year later, it would be surprising but not shocking. On a planet where politics and science are brothers, and the population is soaring too high to properly maintain, containing a spreadable virus is like trying to hold a cup of water in your bare hands. Sooner or later, it’s going to slip between the cracks and go everywhere. If it slips far enough, you’ll never find a towel strong enough to collect it all.

In March of 2020, when I moved home to isolate, I knew the rest of college was trashed. Not my degree, necessarily, but the experience of college. I would lose that experience in its normalcy, and therefore the skills which develop from that normalcy.

I did soon realize, however, that we are not always fortunate enough to do something about mass-casualties or problems. There’s not always an answer, straightforward or not. When there is one, you should grab it with both hands.

That summer of 2020, I decided I wanted to pursue a master’s degree after college. Higher education is not unknown in my family; we boast high degrees from prestigious universities. I am the opposite of a First-Generation student (one of my great-grandparents also had a master’s degree). Graduate school had already been on my mind when I started college, but I didn’t know what for. An MFA in fiction had felt the most logical to my teenage self in 2017, but by 2018, that felt out the window. What I had realized by the summer of 2020 was that, in the midst of the chaos and absurdity, was that I could in fact do something about what was going on. I can’t solve climate change, or house the homeless, or save every polar bear, or even eradicate a virus, but I can help in my own way. On some level, I can do something about the many crises. This, in itself, is “doing something”.

Science writing is a polarizing subject, of this I have been aware my entire life. Unfortunately, we’ve made science political, though politics are generally opinion (with strong empathy) and science is fact. It’s a tough, competitive field, but so is everything else. If you want to “make it” in this world, you have to willingly shed blood, tears, and probably sweat profusely. As I watched the COVID cases skyrocket simultaneously to the people I knew who cared not to stay home, I could tell something was off. People weren’t listening. If they were, it was usually to the ignorant voices on television.

I could feel my cheeks burning as I watched the Johns Hopkins map. It seemed cruel that we, as a society, could do that to ourselves. That we could allow this virus to spread and kill, but also that we had put ourselves in this position. I had already been envisioning myself as a science writer every day since my time at SERC had begun. Finally reckoning with the knowledge that not everybody is a scientist, nor cares to be one, was the icing on the cake. I couldn’t fix it all, but I could offer my help. So, I would.

When I began this blog two years ago, it was solely for abroad purposes. It was a fabulous way to let anybody who cared know what I was experiencing and how I was handling those experiences. Studying abroad, no matter how or where or how long, is difficult. Studying in general, for any length of time on any subject, is mindboggling tedious. I give kudos to my friends and family who have any advanced, foreign, or nontraditional education.

What I discovered after I began writing blog posts and sharing my thoughts is that there’s always more to the story than the words on the page. That’s why I’ve added to this blog in the year and a half since my abroad semester ended; there is always more to tell.

In a few weeks, I begin my master’s degree at Northwestern University in Chicago. My degree is in journalism, with a specialization in Science and Health reporting. I’m nervous to my core, as I am with any new adventure. I just graduated college last weekend, so my emotions are running wild. Yet, I have a feeling I’m about to finally be where I’ve wanted to be for years. I love words. I love messing with them, shaping them, using them to fit whatever project I want. I also love science. I love knowing what is happening around me, and why and how it is. Combining them already feels like a dream come true, so I’m sure the next year will feel magical.

The classes of 2020 and 2021 are probably the most resilient in history. A Pandemic, racial and social injustice, wildfires, remote learning, wifi issues. We’ve seen it all, and it’s made us stronger every day.

I think I’ve worn this blog out for this phase of life. My thoughts on what I’ve talked about here are valid and important, but they don’t exist alone. For somebody who’s pretty much been writing since she could hold a pencil, I hate journaling. I’ve tried so many times, and never succeeded, with the exception of this blog. That said, it gave me an incredibly strong, consistent manner of getting my thoughts on the page, for which I am endlessly grateful. If you’ve kept reading my thoughts and words, you should know I’m endlessly grateful for you, too.

All of this is saying that, whether you’re ready or not, life keeps going. Life can be cruel, it can be challenging, it can be beautiful. No matter what, it keeps going. As my friend Ferris once said, if you don’t stop and look around from time to time, you could miss it. So much changed so drastically in the last year. I’m still processing it. I might always be processing it. Most importantly, I think, is that I’ve learned to flow with it wherever it goes. It’s harder sometimes than other, but the result is usually worth the grind.

You might read my stuff in the Times once day, or (my personal favorite dream) National Geographic. I don’t know honestly know where I’m going, but I’m okay with that because I do know that I’m on my way. I’m still going. When life continues, you should go, too. You never quite know where the climb will lead, but you do know that the view will be great.

#study abroad #science writing #thoughts #media #graduate school #graduate student #class of 2021

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Day #26: I Made A Few Mistakes

So my college dorm has bad WiFi and I don't know why it takes days for it to go back to normal. Finals are around the corner and I need the WiFi for stress relief and studying. If the fic is a bit wonky, it's the WiFi's fault.

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Fennec looked at the speeder in front of her with worry. Even though Fennec was behind them and seeing through a busy city, she knew she could hear some bits of a conversation since Crosshair and Korkie relayed their ideas to her and she heard all of it. Yet, it was all static. Korkie was moving and didn't seem to mind the fact that he was holding on to Crosshair with passing eyes thrown at them. As for the latter, he didn't seem to care if Korkie had his hands around him.

Suddenly, Crosshair stopped the speeder near a building. Fennec followed suit.

"What's up?" Fennec asked.

"He's here," Korkie mumbled. He was still clutching to Crosshair, but he seemed better than before.

"The target, Uncle Ruk? How? Didn't you need to sleep for visions?"

"I was falling sleep. So bits of a vision came. He's somewhere here."

"Are we good to fight?"

"Fennec, I'm good. He was living the good life while he let you rot as a child. You need this more than dealing with my past drama. Besides, this might make me happy."

Fennec looked at Crosshair. Crosshair nodded in approval. He wanted Fennec to get her revenge. It would make all of them happy after what happened.

"Okay," she agreed.

Fennec got off her speeder and went off to find her old 'uncle.' She hadn't seen him since she was a young girl, but she remembered everything he did to her. She remembered the day he left her aunt, a woman who wasn't even related to her by blood but loved her regardless. She remembered the day her aunt found out about his multiple affairs and became humiliated by every woman he didn't date. She remembered the debt he left her and Fennec's family which caused them to lost their old homes. She knew her aunt died from illness, but Fennec knew if she had money, she would still be alive.

Fennec lost many things to this man. She was not ready to fail again. She searched the area hoping her uncle would make another mistake and fight Fennec.

He did fight her at the alley, and that was a big mistake for him. Crosshair had shown everyone why he was the best sniper from his years in the GAR and downed every bodyguard. Korkie had his sword ready to slit people's throats and had a hostage before his 'friends' had ruined everything. She knew she really can't blame those Mandalorians for wanting Korkie back, but she can't say it wasn't satisfying when he called them out. Maybe this time they won't get in her way.

Fennec dodged a flash grenade thrown in her way. She sighed as she saw her former uncle running to the market stalls. She race to him and was on his heels. She had gotten faster after wanting to become a mercenary, and he had gotten too slow for her. Ruk heaved his breath as he tried to get away from Fennec. He only got away from her last time because of those Mandalorians and a stolen speeder, but she still found him and was ready to end his life. He looked back to see how far she was.

WHACK!

Ruk went down as Korkie appeared from a fan stall with a broken fan. He looked at the man and then at Fennec. He was smiling since their target was knocked out. Crosshair appeared next to the stall between Fennec and Korkie. He looked at Ruk, then to Korkie and Fennec.

"Did you just knock him out?" he asked. "With a fan?"

"Yes," he answered as he paid for the fan. "Though I think I should have used my sword hilt. Poor fan."

"Forget that!" Fennec exclaimed. "You once again got the target."

"Well, I did need to fix things."

"Just because there was some mistakes doesn't mean you have to fix everything, but thanks for this."

Korkie shrugged as Fennec got to the target. She lift him up and dragged him by herself to the speeder with Crosshair and Korkie behind her. Crosshair had readied his rifle incase Ruk got away and pointed at him. The bounty did say to take him alive or dead. Fennec plopped her ex-uncle on her speeder. Korkie realized he would just fall off and went to a stall for ropes.

"I never tied someone up," he said as he got back with the ropes.

"I have," Crosshair said. "Might have to teach you some."

"No need," Fennec said. "I've tied lots of people up."

Korkie looked at Fennec with a smile as he gave the rope.

"I guess it was to practice being a mercenary?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "After he left my family in debt, I had to learn how to become a mercenary. I knew it wasn't a great way to earn money, but what choice did I have?"

"Possibly next to nothing," Crosshair pointed out. "You said you were poor and there wasn't much work at your hometown. What did your family say about it?"

"I don't know. I left them in the night. I did write a note, but I haven't heard from them in years. I had my reasons, even if it was harsh on my parents."

"Did you at least wrote that you did it for them?" Korkie asked.

"I wrote how much I loved them, and how I wanted them to not worry because I knew how to take of myself. I told them everything."

"At least they know you love them."

"I wish I could go back there just to get them a better house."

"So what's stopping you?" Crosshair said.

"I'm staying with you two."

Fennec finished tying Ruk to the speeder and left before Korkie or Crosshair could stop her.

"She does know we're also her family now," Korkie stated as he and Crosshair got on their speeder. "We can just go to her old home."

"We should," Crosshair agreed. "I want a mini vacation after what happened here."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Crosshair revved up the speeder and got to Fennec in no time. He looked at her as Fennec laughed.

"Really?" he shouted. "You left us!"

"You're fine," she hollered back. "Korkie's fine too."

"Don't use Korkie as a measurement for how fine we are. He's still soft as a pillow."

"No, I am not!" Korkie complained.

"Oh, yes you are."

"Stop hate flirting!" Fennec screamed. "You're waking up my ex-uncle."

Crosshair and Korkie shut up as Fennec sped past them again. She got to the cantina that gave her the puck. She got her uncle off the speeder and waited for the two. Crosshair and Korkie reached her side. Fennec woke Ruk up and he tried to run but Crosshair got him at rifle point.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Korkie mused. "He's never missed before and he knows how to kill in ten klicks."

"He's not lying," Crosshair admitted. "I have shot that long. And I taught Fennec how to do it too."

Ruk looked at Fennec. Fennec nodded in lies. She hadn't learned how to shoot in ten klicks yet, but she might as well agree because Crosshair will teach her how. Ruk whimpered and went into the cantina with Fennec kicking him to the bounty hunter agent.

"Here's your bounty," Fennec said.

The agent gave Fennec her credits. She gave one last look at Ruk before knocking him out with one last punch. Fennec left the cantina with Crosshair and Korkie clapping her achievement. The trio went back to the hangar.

When they got back to the hangar, they were met with Korkie's former friends. Korkie was the one to approach them the instant he saw them. Crosshair got to his side and grabbed his waist to stop him from doing anything detrimental to his health.

"What are you doing?" Korkie barked.

"They're not worth your anger," Crosshair replied. "You're with us. With me. Do they have any reason to take us away from each other? You said it yourself that we're questioning if we want to marry."

Korkie calmed down as they approached Amis, Soniee and Lagos.

"We're not here to break you up," Lagos assured him.

"We just want to say goodbye," Amis said.

"We know you belong with them now," Soniee agreed. "So this is goodbye. I know you don't need my blessing, but I hope you two have a great life together."

"And please don't be mad if Bo-Katan kicks you out," Amis added.

"Kick Korkie out?" Crosshair inquired. "Isn't Korkie the HEIR to House Kryze?"

"He won't be if he marries you," Lagos explained. "You're not from a noble house and your a clone. Bo-Katan would prefer Korkie to marry someone that can back House Kryze to glory, but I can see that's never happening."

"And how did you get to that conclusion?" Korkie huffed.

"I saw how much I hurt you, and how Crosshair had helped you calm down. I was so wrong about everything I knew about you, but now I see it. You're not the same Korkie we knew, you're their Korkie and you prefer this life. I'm sorry if we caused this, and I hope you forgive us."

Korkie looked at his former friends and then to Crosshair. He knows leaving things in bad terms can give anyone trust issues. He's been with Crosshair to know how it hurt mentioning his brothers, and how he misses them. He knows Crosshair wasn't ready to face them yet, but was willing to face them even if he wasn't ready. He gave his old friends one more look and sighed.

"I'll forgive you," he said. "I'm still hurt that you abandoned me for whatever reason despite our years of friendship, but I know holding a grudge is the worst that I could do. I will move on from everything that happened, but I don't think even in my later years will I forget this."

Korkie's old friends looked at him with welcoming smiles. They nodded and bowed to Korkie for what might be the last time. Fennec went ahead of the two as Crosshair locked his arms with Korkie.

"If you're going to meet Bo-Katan," Korkie said. "Tell her 'Don't find me, I've eloped with someone.' She knows she can't do anything."

Korkie and Crosshair went to their ship and closed the door. They went to the cockpit and saw Amis, Soniee and Lagos one last time. Amis was waving at them as the exited the hangar and left for space.

"Will we be alright?" Crosshair asked.

"I don't really know," Korkie sighed. "Bo-Katan might not like the idea that I would marry you, but she can't do anything."

"Good, now are we going to Fennec's?"

"Of course, cyare. We've got to meet our sister's parents. I think I have enough cloth to make a few suits and dress."

"Just make two, we don't want to get them too much attention."

#korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #fennec shand #korkie x crosshair #fanfic #star wars #the bad batch

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