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pengweng-quack · 29 days

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Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 4/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

I genuinely forgot about posting Bloodbound for a hot minute lol whoops

Word Count: 2128 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: Smut (No penetration because we're not having another Bella situation)

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They walked back to the bar, with Carlisle closing the tab for the night and paying for the drinks, tipping 50% which made Celine bite her lip in excitement. After getting his card back, they rushed out of the building hand in hand. Carlisle noticed that Rosalie’s car was outside, a silent reminder of the watchful eyes of their family. He took Celine to his car, opening the passenger seat door and letting her enter the car

“I’ll be fast, I promise.�� Carlisle whispered to Celine, who only nodded in response. He left a quick peck on her lips before rushing to Rosalie’s car. He knocked on the window, wondering why they were there

“Do not even think of doing something with her tonight.” Rosalie threatened immediately as the window was going down “You’ll hurt her.”

“I do not intend on bedding her while she has alcohol in her system.” He half-lied, knowing that the alcohol in Celine’s system is already almost gone. He could smell her blood slowly going back to its same alluring scent, hinting that she was slowly sobering up

“The rogue vampire is gone.” Alice informed him “Just don’t mind the scent in her place for the time being. It’s…sickening.”

“I’ll remember that.” Carlisle nodded “Are the others gone now?”

“Yes. I told them to leave after they’ve remove the vampire in her place.” Esme answered “Good luck, I think you’ll need it.”

“Go home.” Carlisle said, rolling his eyes at them and going back to his car, where Celine was waiting patiently

“What happened?” Celine asked, the scent of alcohol was still evident in her and Carlisle is having a hard time with just sitting still

“They decided to come to enjoy the night out, thankfully, we’re about to leave too.” He informed her, pulling the seatbelt from her side and buckling it, his eyes on her. He was looking at her face, admiring the features the gods have graced her with

“Is there anything on my face?” Celine asked consciously, about to look at herself in the vanity mirror in his car

“No, you’re just really, really beautiful.” Carlisle whispered softly before starting his car. A smile on his face as he drives back to her place

It was quiet, Carlisle was reaching for the gearshift when he accidentally touched Celine’s thighs. He heard her jolt up in shock making him quickly pull away from the gearshift, scared that he’s made her uncomfortable.

“It’s alright, I was just shocked.” Celine assured him

Her house was coming in sight. Alice wasn’t lying when she said that the scent was sickening. Carlisle couldn't ignore the scent that permeated the air. It was a nauseating mixture of alcohol, human blood, and the unmistakable stench of vomit. He’s happy that Celine couldn’t smell it, he’d rather save her of dealing with scents like these

Rosalie’s voice was echoing in her head “Do not even think of doing something with her tonight.” He could hear her threats. Carlisle understood that she meant well, and that she was right in this discussion. The memory of Edward's unintentional harm to Bella served as a stark reminder of the dangers inherent in their world.

‘What assurance did I have that I won’t do the same with Celine? What assurance did I have that I’ll be able to control myself?’ He thought, scared of seeing Celine hurt because of him

As Carlisle parked the car in front of Celine's house, a sense of resolve settled within him. He knew what needed to be done. With purposeful strides, he swiftly exited the car and made his way to the passenger seat, where Celine was just about to step out.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him into her house. Without hesitation, he allowed himself to be led, his steps quickening as they made their way into her bedroom. Carlisle lifted her up in his arms, cradling her bridal style as he carried her to the bed. Reaching her bed, Carlisle made him and Celine fall on the bed, a small ‘thud’ and a bounce getting them to giggle.

Celine positioned herself on his lap, pulling him closer for a kiss. It was deep, it was heavy, it was filled with desire. Her desire to feel him. She could feel him get harder, so she started slowly grinding. Carlisle pulled away, letting out a grunt before pulling her for another make out, only this time, his hands were exploring the curves of her body.

She took matters into her own hands, slowly removing his polo shirt, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck as she unbuckled his pants to lift the shirt over his head. Carlisle whimpered under her affectionate touch, his desire evident in every breath. With each kiss, Celine felt herself growing increasingly aroused. She pulled away, finally removing his top

“Need to please you.” Carlisle murmured as Celine’s hands were tracing down his torso, her eyes filled with seduction as he admires him. He wished that he had Edward’s powers at that moment to know what she was thinking about

‘What a masterpiece.’ Celine thought, seeing Carlisle's toned body. Her suspicion was right, he did take care of his physique, and she was blessed to see him like that

Carlisle gently laid Celine down and positioned himself over her, his hands delicately tracing the curves of her waist as he crawled onto the bed. With deliberate care, he began to play with the hem of her blouse, gradually removing it to grant himself greater access to her skin.

“You are divine. A masterpiece carved by the gods above.” Carlisle whispered, indulging himself as he left shallow bite marks on Celine's shoulders, his words an ode to her beauty. Each mark elicited soft whimpers of pleasure from her lips, igniting a symphony of desire between them

Carlisle tenderly explored Celine's shoulders and neck, marking her skin with gentle kisses that elicited moans of pleasure. With deliberate care, he trailed his fingers down to her legs, lifting her skirt and removing the barrier of her panties, eager to continue bestowing pleasure upon his beloved mate.

"Carlisle," Celine moaned softly, her plea laced with desire. "No teasing.”

"I have no intention of teasing you, my love," Carlisle assured, his fingers deftly caressing the growing wetness between Celine's thighs "I simply wish to savor every moment with you."

"Carlisle, please," Celine breathed out, her voice filled with urgency. Carlisle chuckled at her reaction; he hadn't even begun, yet Celine was already pleading

Carlisle gently slid two fingers inside her, giving Celine a moment to adjust to the sensation. She moaned, arching her back in response. Sensing her readiness and just how needy she already is, he abandoned his slow pace, opting instead to quicken the rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Simultaneously, he brought his mouth to her clit, skillfully heightening her pleasure with each tantalizing touch.

"Carlisle," Celine breathed out, her racing heartbeat audible to him, indicating her nearing climax.

"Yes, my love?" Carlisle responded, withdrawing from her clit, a trail of saliva lingering as he used his other hand to heighten her pleasure.

"So close." She managed to mutter amidst deep pants.

"I'm aware." He replied calmly, maintaining the rhythm of his hands on her.

It didn’t take long for Celine to cry out his name, her back arching in pleasure as Carlisle continued the steady rhythm of his fingers on her. He even returned to her clit, using his mouth to stimulate her sensitive, freshly-orgasmed pussy

"C-Carlisle!" Celine squealed, grasping a handful of his hair as she grinded her pussy against his face. Carlisle welcomed her enthusiasm, releasing his hands from her and encircling her thighs, ensuring she remained in place.

Carlisle decided that he was gonna force a few more orgasm out of her before calling it a day, a perfect alibi in his mind already. He didn't need his vampiric senses to discern that she was nearing climax once more. Celine's fervent whimpers of his name resonated through the air like sacred incantations as her back arched in pleasure, instinctively tightening her hold on his hair, her fingers gripping the strands with increasing fervor

"Carlisle, I'm cumming!" Celine yelled, instinctively thrusting her hips. Carlisle gently pushed her back down, determined to ride out her orgasm before withdrawing from her.

“Think you can handle a bit more?” Carlisle teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he slid his two fingers back inside her. He watched with satisfaction as Celine's eyes rolled back in pleasure, soft whimpers escaping her lips.

“Oh my god,” Celine breathed out, her pleas for more barely audible amidst the moans

Carlisle chuckled and increased his pace, driven by the desire to get another orgasm from her. He placed his other hand on her clit, rubbing his fingers around to stimulate her more.

He was addicted to her every whimpers and her every moan, wanting to do everything in him to push more out of her

He was growing more addicted to her.

"I can't quite hear you, could you say it louder for me, my love?" Carlisle teased, curling his fingers inside her, eliciting a louder moan from Celine.

“I’m getting close.” Celine stuttered out, her chest heaving with each pant

“How close?” Carlisle only asked, making sure to settle his pace on one that could get Celine on her orgasm

“So close, please.” Celine whimpered, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly

"Do you think you can hold on until I give you permission?" Carlisle asked softly, his other hand resting on her waist, his thumb tracing circles on her skin

“So close— can’t anym-m—

Celine's sentence was cut off as she succumbed to another orgasm, her pussy pulsating around Carlisle's fingers. He maintained his pace until Celine rested her hand on his, gently pushing his hands away, signaling that she had reached her limit.

“How was it, my love?” Carlisle asked her, pulling his fingers out looking at her flushed face. She was panting, and anyone would clearly be able to see just how used she had been

‘To think that it’s just been three orgasms’ Carlisle thought to himself, chuckling as Celine catches her breath

“How about you?” Celine asked, sitting up and gazing at him with concern “This was for the both of us, not just me.”

“Do not worry about me. All I want is for today to be about you.” Carlisle assured her, moving to sit beside Celine and gently pushing the strands of hair that had become damp with sweat away from her “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“Stay the night?” Celine asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes

He kissed her forehead tenderly in response, getting up from her bed and going to what he assumed was her closet. He grabbed some clothes for her to wear and brought it back to the bed. He grabbed a clean cloth and went to her bathroom, wetting the cloth and wringing it for it to be damp. Coming back to her, she was about to grab the shirt to wear when he stopped her

“Let me take care of you.” Carlisle whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness “Please.”

Celine only nodded, allowing Carlisle to make her wear the shirt that he’s gotten for her. He soon followed to carefully pull down her skirt and panties, wiping the dried wetness in between her legs and inner thighs before helping her wear some house shorts.

Observing how Celine was now ready for bed, Carlisle hesitated momentarily before removing his own pants, leaving him in just his boxers. As he settled beside her, he initially felt uncertain, but eventually relaxed, allowing Celine to rest her head on his chest.

“Carlisle?” Celine called quietly, Carlisle let out a hum as response, focusing on matching her breathing “Will things have to come back to how it was after today?”

“My love, if you wish to come back to how we were before today, then we will.” Carlisle answered, looking at her “I just wish to make you happy, that’s all.”

Celine only hummed in reply. She wrapped her arms around her torso, trying to hear his heartbeat to help her fall asleep. Unable to find the familiar rhythm, her mind began to churn with thoughts of the unmistakable signs that hinted at Carlisle's non-human nature. Each revelation felt like a sudden realization, hitting her like a brick to the face.

The cold skin…

The golden eyes…

The non-existent heartbeat…

“Carlisle?” Celine asked again, sitting up and looking at him intently. It was most definitely gonna be her end, but she needed to ask it to him

“Yes, my love?” Carlisle asked, sitting up as well

“You’re not human, are you?”

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mugentakeda · 5 months

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its like I desperately DO want to explore Iroh maybe emotionally manipulating Zuko his very manipulatable nephew. NOT because I hate Iroh and think his actions in the show are all 100% manipulation but because I love him and how shitty he is. He's like shitty on accident and it's great.

"Whoops accidentally isolated my nephew whoopsies accidentally formed codependency with him. Oh well time to play scrabble" its so slay

THERES THIS UNFINISHED FIC I READ ON AO3 THAT GOES SUPER INTO THIS ACTUALLY i loved it so much it had such a heavy hand in changing how i view iroh (because when i was a wee middle schooler and first watched atla i too viewed uncle iroh as a do-no-wronger). at least the emotionally manipulating part. heres the link if you wanna read it :) now under the cut im about to spazz a bit on the topic of iroh and zuko and im not gonna make anyone read this word vomit unless they really want to LMFAOOO

the way i see it book 1 iroh was still in the dregs of grief over lu ten and was also still dealing w The Order which i imagine had him on thin ice for a WHILE before he managed to score the grand lotus promotion.

i personally dont think iroh was THAT distantly caring of zuko like he was portrayed to be in the fic i linked above and on the contrary i think he was having a Horrible Time during zukos recovery from his burn. but he was still distant in the way that he didnt know zuko that well yet and it was mostly the guilt on top of projecting himself and his feelings about lu ten onto zuko (the first of what will become Many) and thinking along the lines of “how could any father do this to their son, it angers me because id give anything to have lu ten back”, but then once iroh comes to love ZUKO then its “how could ozai do this to zuko”

but despite all that theres still a seven layer salad of problems, miscommunication, misunderstandings, guilt, baggage, and projecting. iroh comes to love zuko fiercely by the end of book 1 after he snaps out of his apathy and is forcibly booted from the ship, therefore a fugitive and therefore harder for The Order to access. SO, he can finally focus on getting ozais venom out of zuko. sadly, as ive said before, iroh only managed to get some of the venom out of himself not even a full decade ago. And its worse, because irohs an older adult.

thats not just a childhood and teenage years of propaganda and crimes. its a whole lifetime. And hes on time limits. sozins comet is coming. his nephew is really good at catching up with the avatar. the order tells him that sentiment and guilt cant get in the way of their goals. its a nice idea to realign zukos ideals with The Orders so iroh has an heir if he decides to take over once they hopefully topple ozai, or if he doesnt want to rule at all so zuko can take over instead- but if ozais venom reaches too deep and zuko cant be helped, The Order will take the measures necessary to remove him from the equation.

between the stress of trying to get zuko aligned with being ok with the avatar toppling his dad and sister and entire nation in less than a year with whatever methods the avatar sees fit, only like a few gallons of his own fire nation bullshit problems being flushed out a few years ago with plenty to spare so hes Really not the best at trying to get his nephew see things iroh himself doesnt even fully see, not realizing that zuko isnt the kind of kid that does well with vague proverbs and prefers it straight forward (and with enough tact to phrase things in ways that wont make him flip out when he hears things hes not ready to hear yet but at the same time without sugar coating), iroh is obviously not gonna do a perfect job.

matter of fact, id go as far to say hes not gonna even do a good job. ill give him one chewed up star and say he did a halfway decent job. a lot of people credit him for getting zuko on the right path as if he was the one that did the heavy lifting, when really he got lucky that zuko managed to pull himself out from under a fucking MOUNTAIN of deeply embedded propaganda and violent physical and emotional abuse trauma in under a few months versus iroh whos still working on it after YEARS. and his doesnt even include the abuse trauma. zuko is strong as fuck and that is his strength and nobody else deserves to be credited for that. iroh gave him pointers and a nudge in the right direction, but didnt give zuko a map and also made him take the route that involved zuko crossing the bridge with an evil goblin that would only let him pass if he solved his riddles three.

but DESPITE ALL OF THAT! despite all of that never getting properly resolved and discussed and brushed over- partly because brykes stinky asses giving irohs character the 180 and making him all ~hoity toity righteous ive never done anything wrong despite my obvious hypocrisy thats so bad it smells~ in book 3, partly because parents like iroh who have 100 million things wrong with them along with being bad at communicating barely Ever get their head right enough to sit and talk these things out with their kids, iroh and zuko still love each other so, so fucking much.

its the little things and the implications that get me the most?? iroh basically collapsing onto zuko during the siege of the north when he leaves zhaos ship and burying his face in zukos chest. zuko telling iroh that for the last time hes NOT playing the tsungi horn. iroh pestering zuko into going back to the port to find a fucking tile for a game that iroh can just buy new of and zuko just growling and stomping off. iroh pumping his fist and grinning at zuko beating up zhao during their agni kai. their banter. his nonchalance at zukos bluntness and rudeness. iroh bothering zuko into going to bed to no avail. his snarky remark at zuko sitting in his room in the dark instead of going on a walk with him. iroh sucking up their argument from the night before over ozai and going with zuko to join azula despite his suspicions while glowering at all the soldiers like a huge snarly bear protecting their cub. like UGHHHH THE VOICES THE VOICES!!!!

its just not a realistic parent child relationship if there arent an equal amount of softness to ease through the complicated tangles.

its the apology plate of cut fruit after the shouting match. you hate it because its like why wont you just say sorry to my face with your words, but then you realize you wouldnt know how to respond in words yourself, so you just eat the shitty cut fruit and say youre sorry back by doing some equally lame act of service later that day just to make the ground fully even again and all is forgiven without even having to say it outloud and both of you are thinking we’ll definitely talk it out later. later wont ever come but the love wont leave anyway so who cares (you both care).

i literally love them SO much dude i dont have enough words they have so many issues we should feed them ibuprofen by the spoonful and put them in a blender

#IM SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG ANON #this isnt even the 10 page thesis i told you guys about i could go on longer but i shall Refrain #HEURGHHHHH #asks

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subskz · 1 year

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Rin.... Rin, I crave violence

I saw these and your girl got the most heinous thoughts bouncing around in the head.

Cabin, Snow, There's Only One Bed, Accidental Confession, & Sex. Are you following?

I hope so.

~~~

Picture it: You, Channie, and Co. have decided to stay at a cabin in the woods for a couple of days in winter (see Channie's outfit up above) and as everyone else goes off to have fun in the snow, (I've grown to dislike the snow after having multiple snow days back to back bc I don't get snow often; Ms. Pink was nawt having it) you two decide to hang back

So you two kinda just shrug it off and try to stay preoccupied while by yourselves

And maybe that involves a game or two here and there, music stuff, cooking and things don't get heated until you two make a bet that you, just so happen to, win.

That bet? The other has to do whatever the other says until the others get back.

And you can't help but notice how eager he is to follow your directions and orders; or how he starts to act cuter around you and pouty when feeling a skosh playful.

So maybe you ask for a kiss to gauge his reaction; ofc Channie is malfunctioning so you're all like "jk jk im totally not-" then BOOM! A big ole smooch is what you get.

And then, he's like "omg oh god im so sorry" then you kiss him and he can't help but moan at it (perv Channie?... oh that's something i will be back abt, mark that down)

N e ways, let's talk abt sex now

Chan and his babyboy-isms seem to just increase tenfold; pouty, whiney, all flushed, wanting physical contact, oral fixation all on 10.

And, him being a service top, he is so hellbent on pleasing you. But he's also been dealing with this huge crush on you, so when he finally enters you, he swears he's entering the 5th dimension.

But also instantly blurts out that he has feelings for you... whoops. Can't help it, unfortunately; another victim of being brain mush as soon as he gets off :(

Give him a kiss on his lips and nose and tell him how you feel and help guide him; poor pup is just too into his subspace to even form coherent sentences anymore and probably too preoccupied with sucking on your fingers or chest 🤷‍♀️

Now, afterglow and post-orgasm clarity is such a real thing (it's happened once to me but i had the munchies like fucking crazy so it didn't last lmao) so Channie is embarrassed when he realized that he involuntarily confessed like that.

~~~

Sorry for the word vomit; currently half past 11pm and I've been sipping on black tea all-day so... :) 3rd eye is just working over time.

Also, I called a specific Hyunjin look back in 2021, so Pink is just Clairvoyant when it comes to Hyunjin specifically (it's bc we're both Pisces)

the fact that these pics led to this stroke of genius from you…put channie in a sweater n suspenders more often bc i’m actually gonna lose my mind over how much i love this 😵‍💫 him pining after you…simultaneously so shy but so eager…the desperate need to please you…the way he goes dumb the moment he’s inside you…blurting out his confession…it has all the elements of a perfect channie concept

HAHA yes let’s settle for the romantic atmosphere inside the cabin away from the snow…maybe even w a warm fire crackling to really set the mood ♡ channie being his sweet good-natured lil self and listening to everything you say without question…the thought of him getting playful at some point and pretending to disobey you w a cheeky dimpled grin…pure devastation. he’d look so adorably proud of himself it’s almost enough to let it slide, but you don’t even get the chance before he takes it back w a giggle and follows your order anyway 🥰

his heart-shaped lips look extra red and kissable bc of the cold who could resist <3 and god the way he’d just lean completely into that sweet, unbashedly needy side of himself once he sees how much you like it…the epitome of baby boy w the way he clings to you and nuzzles into your chest and starts to whine if he can’t feel your touch for even a moment. and nothing on earth makes me crazier than the idea of channie’s mind going blank the moment he feels you around him…suddenly he’s lost and clueless and needs you to direct him to do every little thing so he can satisfy you properly ❤️‍🔥 he may not be able to think for himself but he still carries out all your orders like a good boy! and ofc when his emotions are running so high and his head is so scrambled from the pleasure, he can’t help but babble on abt how much he loves you in a way that’ll have him absolutely mortified when that giddy haze finally wears off~

no need to apologize as u can see this resonated w me very much hehe ^_^ you and hyune really have some kind of piscean psychic link that no one else can comprehend i’ll look forward to what you predict next 😼

#‘anyways let’s talk abt sex now’ took me OUT 😭#this couldnt have come at a better time too bc the sleepy voice msgs channie has been sending on bbl…#speaking so cutely and giggling and making lil noises and getting shy and talking in third person…he’s such a baby #esp how he said ‘if u have nothing else to do please put channie to sleep’ ㅠㅠ #ask #pink #long post #💌 channie

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veilder · 12 days

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please excuse my word vomit but I shortened the hell out of my caption to avoid being annoying and your tags on my art sent me into a frenzy haha

so my favorite pre relationship dynamic for convin (and in my current fic) they start out as enemies with benefits who accidentally develop feelings but are in denial and know the smart thing to do is to stop and so every time they hook up is the last time (until the next time). and you’re right I drew gavin with the pained expression bc he’s the first one to realize his feelings are feelings but he doesn’t think he deserves connor and he thinks connor wants this to stay physical and that hurts but 1. he thinks he deserves the hurt and 2. he’ll take what he can get for as long as he can get it (hahaha ow). I’m allergic to happy endings in my own writing but I wholly support your happily ever after 😄

also no pressure at all just floating the idea but I’d be so down if you ever wanted to do a collab :] anyways yeah I’m happy you liked my pic and your comments always bring me joy, keep on being wonderful

Omggggggg, what a great ask to get!!! Thank you so much for sending this! 🤩🤩🤩 So, one, your idea behind your art is wonderful and fits them both perfectly. Two idiots getting in over their heads and catching feelings? Yep, that's them, lol. Although, I'm already imagining a happy ending for the two of them, even in that scenario, so whoops! XD I know for me, when I saw your art I was thinking that they were set to be separated. Specific scenarios were still up in the air (i.e. investigation gone awry, some sort of terminal condition, human!AU college fling, historical!AU, etc), but there would be some sort of circumstance that would drive the two of them apart. And this would be the scene of them making the most of their last days together, with Connor throwing his whole self into it while Gavin, in an effort to make the inevitable separation hurt less, begins to withdraw, even though it hurts him. And it would lead to a really messy breakup where they both say hurtful things and are just left with so many regrets. But then... there would be some sort of timeskip and they would meet again, both very changed now but never forgetting the impact the other had on their life. And again, something would force them together, whether it's work or some sort of mystery or even just running into each other over and over again. And they would both realize that the other hasn't really changed as much as they initially thought. That he's still the man they fell in love with. And that those feelings are far from dead. And eventually, things would rekindle in a burst of passion and long-held feelings and it would be terrible and beautiful and cathartic and so, so painful all at once. They'd wake to a morning of regrets and, in their fear, again try to sever ties. But they'd be miserable about it and all the life would drain from their days. That burst of brightness they'd slowly brought back to each other has once again vanished and they're both left in the dark. And then, idk, the plot would pull them together one final time and they'd get to have their moments of peril and heroics and emotional confessions. And finally, finally they'd confess their feelings for each other. The feelings they've had for so, so long. And they'd both realize what absolute dipshits they've both been, that they've both felt the same way for years and were just too emotionally constipated to do anything about it. And then I'd probably undercut it with some sort of big BLAMO moment where one of them gets taken out by the bad guy (I've decided that there's a bad guy now XD) and they'd be dying in the other's arms. And you'd think that that's it! That, after so much build up and them finally getting on the same page with each other, that they won't get their happily ever after after all. But then idk, there'd be some clever deus ex machina I seeded into the story early on that comes through for them and they both live and the bad guy goes to jail and everything is GOOD! And then sappy epilogue. XD ...Ugh, see? Look what you're making me consider here with your beautiful art?! I'm plotting. Multi-chapter plotting! UGH! 😫😫😫 No, but seriously, I adore that art and felt so damn inspired when I saw it? I wish I'd had more energy to do something with that, but alas! I was just getting off work and it was very late. 😓😓😓 BUT THEN YOU SENT THIS AND MENTIONED A COLLAB AND NOW IT'S ALSO VERY LATE HERE BUT I'M JUST 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 BECAUSE DAMN SON, I WOULD LOVE TO COLLAB?! Like, I legit cannot make any promises, I've had the worst case of writer's block ever now for a couple years and counting. But even if it's just, idk, discussing ideas or chatting about these idiots or something, I'd so be down for it! Definitely feel free to hmu whenever!!! I'd love to chat!!! :D

#asks #dang what an honor!#you made my freaking day dude!#been giddy about this since I saw it at work earlier! :D #bless

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lightwormsiblings · 4 years

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idk if this is a hot take but i really like 1x10 (that is twi right?? i forget lmao) it’s really fun to see how the characters would be under more normal circumstances tbh. also they’re like...well lit then i also really love 2x03, 2x10, 3x10 and 3x19 for reasons that mostly just boil down to malec

I’m always down for hot takes haha. Yup, twi is 1x10. I agree it was super fun to see how these characters would be different if they didn’t have all this trauma and issues to deal with (plus actually being able to see them since apparently the shadow world doesn’t own lightbulbs lol). Seeing Alec be so open and okay with himself, and Jace being adorablely sweet and best friends with Simon, Izzy being the cutest lil nerd made my heart happy. It’s THEM but a happier version of them, I guess, and that’s always nice to see.

2x03!!!!!! An underrated episode. One where we got to see the parabatai relationship shine. Jace fought the entire city to get to Alec. I’d have loved to see more parabatai moments that gave meaning to the whole two halves of the same soul thing like this episode did. And the scene where Jace recites the oath still manages to break my heart even though I know Alec’s gonna be fine. Clary and Magnus grabbing each other’s hands. ALL OF THEM CRYING. And the way Alec looks so lost when he wakes up but is pulled into Jace’s arms in an instant. ALSO the “it’s alright, Alec” that Jace says before he’s taken away. SAVE ME. Idk, maybe this stems from the fact that we rarely saw people take care of Alec at this point in the show, but IT GOT TO ME as you can probably tell from this incoherent ramble.

2x10 is also a good one. Not just because of the I love you, though it is definitely a huge factor haha. I loved Clary not being an idiot and going straight to Simon and instead them having an actual plan. And Jace picking up the soul sword is so fucking tragic. He was ready to sacrifice himself to destroy it, and instead he ended up causing the death of so many people. I can’t imagine the guilt (and wished we’d seen a bit more of him coming to terms with it in the aftermath). Alec searching all night for Magnus, hoping he wasn’t dead and then the I love you and that HUG (best Malec hug of the series). It was a great mid season finale. High stakes and full of tension.

3x10! Another great midseason finale. This show is quite good at finales, in my opinion. The Alec versus owl fight is a big favorite of mine BECAUSE ITS SO TRAGIC (there’s a pattern here. I love the tragic parabatai feels) and I loved everyone trying to work together to get Clary back and stop Lilith. PLUS WE GOT ASMODEUS AND MAGNUS AND THAT WAS AMAZING BUT ALSO PAINFUL AF.

3x19 had a lot of potential, in my opinion, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as some other eps. But that’s just me! The lock flashback was adorable, I loved it and the montage of memories was also beautiful.

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Realizations

Part V: The Question

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~5.6k

Summary: Five times Ransom realized he wanted to marry you.

Warnings: explicit language, so much fluff, some angst, idiots in love, mentions of f receiving oral sex, asshole friends, mentions of sex work, injury to a major character, hospital setting, drunk reader, drug use (just weed), vomiting, no minors due to the AU

A/N: So, the reason I haven’t been super active this week is because I’ve been working on this monster and a whole bunch of other things for our original OTP because there’s a brand new OTP who I cannot wait to start getting into, and their story is dependent on ninja and puppy (y’all know who I’m talking about). Remember when I said I was never going to make these two soft? Yeah, that’s long gone now, we are drowning in fluff, and I love it 🥰

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Ransom heard the sound of someone struggling with the front door and rolled his eyes, putting the last plate in the dishwasher before wiping off his hands to help you come inside in your surely inebriated state.

“Hey there… oh shit!” Ransom had to catch you when you fell forward as soon as he got the door open, laughing at your startled whoop before dragging you inside since you seemed to have the legs of a newborn baby deer. “I was gonna ask if you had a good time, but the fact that you smell like someone dipped you in Jager answers that question.”

“Had a fuckin’ great ti-hic-time.” You we’re giving him a very sloppy grin as you leaned your full weight on him, shrieking when he scooped you up and grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself when he started carrying you towards the bathroom. “Took off a stripper’s bra wi’ my teeth.”

“Really? Kinda seems like maybe one of the brides should’ve done that.” He beamed when you started pinching and pulling at his cheeks, chuckling when you accidentally shoved a finger up his nose while you kept cooing about how pretty he was.

“Welp, Taylor n’ Lauren ‘r kinda uptight fer lesbians.” You let your head roll on your shoulders as he kept carrying you through the house, your eyes drifting closed as you made happy little humming noises. “At my bachelorette party, ‘m gonna get all the strippers.”

“Uh-huh, when are you having this bachelorette party?” Ransom grinned indulgently at your drunk babbling, pressing his lips to your hair when you tucked your head against his shoulder with a soft sigh.

“Wh’n I get married, duh-doy.” You purred as you nuzzled closer to his chest, breathing his scent in and tracing a finger lazily over his arm.

“Oh, you’re getting married now?” He chuckled softly when you peeked at him through your lashes, shaking his head at the ridiculous things you always said when you were drunk. “Who’s the lucky bastard? Wanna send you two a gift.”

“‘S you, dummy.” You slapped his shoulder at his teasing, pouting a little before bringing your hand up to cup his jaw. “Gonna marry the shit out of you, ‘m never letting your ass go. Why’d you stop?”

Ransom froze at the entrance to the hallway, giving you a quizzical look when you huffed out a short, confused breath. As much as he wanted to tell himself you were just saying stupid shit because you were drunk, there was something in the way that you were looking at him that made him think you were at least partly serious. And for some reason that wasn’t freaking him out nearly as much as it should have.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” He gave you a little squeeze when you let out another hiccup, his breath growing shallower as he tried to reorient himself. “You wanna get married?”

“Mm, yeah, love you, idiot.” You were starting to doze off and he gave you a little shake, whining when he wouldn’t just let you sleep. “What else ‘m I gonna do? Not like ‘m leavin’ your ass.”

“Well, good,” Ransom’s heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, he honestly couldn’t tell if he was panicked or thrilled at the words that were coming out of your mouth. All he could do was stare at you as he tried to process all the different emotions that were flooding his system suddenly, ducking closer so he could nuzzle against your cheek while you let out a pleased little chirp.

“Ran…” Your voice was quiet when you tilted your head back so you could look him full in the face, swallowing thickly when your glassy eyes met his.

“Yeah, what is it baby?” He might have been smiling, he wasn’t totally sure.

“‘M gonna puke.” You swallowed again when you felt it almost come up, your stomach roiling as Ransom started sprinting towards the bathroom.

“Ah, fuck, don’t you fucking throw up on me!” He kicked the door open and wrenched the toilet lid up just in time, dropping to the floor and running a hand over your back as you emptied your stomach into the bowl. “God, this is why you’re not supposed to have Jager. Gave me a goddamn heart attack and you’re not even gonna remember it in the morning.”

“I love you so much.” You only had a second to huff it out over your shoulder before your stomach was lurching again, a pitiful whine leaving your throat as you somehow brought up even more alcohol soaked nastiness.

“I know, baby, love you too.” He pulled your hair back from your face and kept rubbing your back soothingly, pressing his lips to your shoulder and cooing softly when you sobbed as your stomach heaved again. “I’m not leaving you either.”

Ransom shuddered as he rested his head in his hands, his eyes red and his throat raw with emotion that had him letting out a choked sob when your hand squeezed his thigh.

“Just keep breathing, ok?” You leaned over so you could softly butt his head with yours, winding your arm around his shoulder and pressing your lips to his temple when he leaned into your touch. “The doctor should be out soon to let us know what’s going on.”

“I know.” He wound his fingers through yours and squeezed, turning so he could rest his forehead against yours as he let out a deep breath. “I just worry about him, I love that old man.”

“Have you been crying, Ransom?” Both of you growled when Linda’s harsh whisper interrupted your train of thought, your fingers slowly running through Ran’s hair while you glared at her from the corner of your eye. “If you’re going to make a scene you should do it outside.”

“Jesus Christ, mother.” Ransom screwed his eyes closed and buried his face in your shoulder, heaving out a sigh into your neck as he tried to tune her out.

“God, showing emotion is a scene now Linda?” You wrapped your arms around Ransom and pulled him closer, scowling at his mother as he brushed his lips over the side of your neck to soothe himself. “Your father’s in the hospital, why don’t you worry about that instead of whether anyone noticed your son somehow managed to grow a heart despite being raised by an ice queen.”

“Now who’s causing a scene?” Ransom gave you a warm smile when he tilted his head back to look at you, threading his fingers through yours and pulling your hand to his face so he could plant kisses over your knuckles while Linda walked away from the two of you with a snarl.

“Oh, that’s nothing.” You nuzzled into his hair and grinned when he started tracing your wrist with his thumb. “If there weren't a couple of kids over there, I absolutely would have called her a frigid cunt, just imagine what that would have done.”

Ransom turned his head to muffle his laughter in your shoulder while he snorted softly, humming when you kissed the top of his head as he let himself relax into you. He was still a little nervous, he always was in medical settings, but having you there made it feel manageable. The door back to treatment flung open and Ransom squeezed your hand when Harlan’s doctor walked out, sighing when the sharks immediately moved to intercept him before either of you had a chance to stand up.

“You want me to handle the vultures?” You kissed his forehead when he straightened up, your hands framing his face as you traced the curve of his cheek with your fingertips. “Or we can just wait for them to pick that poor doctor’s bones clean and hope he has some information for us by the time we get to him.”

“I wanna know what’s going on.” Ransom rose to his feet and pulled you after him, winding an arm around your waist and kissing your hair while the two of you walked towards where the Thrombeys were circling the haggard looking doctor. “Let’s save the poor man.”

“No, that’s completely unacceptable.” You sighed when you walked up to Linda berating the man. “If it’s that minor, then he can come home, or you’re lying to us about how serious it is, so which is it? Well?”

“Hi, doctor?” Ransom managed to cut her off before she had the chance to call the man an idiot, letting you shoot her a glare so she didn’t start harassing him again. “I’m Harlan’s grandson, how’s he doing?”

“Yes of course, Mr. Thrombey couldn’t stop talking about you.” The doctor gave the two of you a relieved smile when the rest of the brood finally quieted down. “This must be the doctor.”

“She’s a vet.” You shot Walt a scowl over your shoulder when he chimed in, mostly since his tone of voice let you know exactly what he thought about his father apparently bragging about you to strangers.

“Yeah, still a doctor, Walt.” You turned back to Harlan’s doctor and smiled when he gave you a sympathetic look. “Different expertise, obviously. How’s Harlan?”

“The good news is there’s nothing broken. He has a pretty bad bruise on his hip and a mild concussion for the fall but he should recover alright.” The doctor sighed before continuing, his eyes roving over the Thrombeys like he was steeling himself. “I was just explaining to the rest of the family that we’d like to hold him overnight for observation, just to be safe.”

“That seems reasonable, I know we all want to be absolutely sure there’s not going to be any complications before moving him away from full time medical care.” You felt a ransom relax when you managed to cut off his family’s arguments before they could even voice them, his hand on your waist giving you a squeeze when you leaned closer to him. “Can he have visitors?”

“I can let two of you back at a time to see him, but visiting hours are over at nine, so you’ll want to keep things brief.” He ignored Linda’s muttered ridiculous and shook your hand when you offered it. “Feel free to find me if you have any other questions, and I’ll be happy to go over expectations for his home care with Marta before he’s discharged tomorrow. Who’s first?”

“Come on, Richard.” Linda kicked her husband to get him to move when she pushed her way past the doctor unceremoniously. “I want to make sure they’re taking proper care of my father.”

You rolled your eyes as you followed Ransom to sit in the chairs again while you waited your turn, smiling warmly at him when he laid down with his head in your lap and let out a relieved sigh.

“You still doing ok, baby?” You ran your fingers through his hair and rested your other hand on his chest, humming when he wound his fingers through yours again as he gazed into your eyes. “I know you hate hospitals.”

“I’m ok, I wanted to be here for Harlan.” He knew he wouldn’t have been able to do it if you hadn’t been there with him, and as much as he hated that his own anxiety could rule him like that, he couldn’t deny that having you around to lessen his fears was something he appreciated a whole lot. “Just another remnant of my shitty childhood I have to get over.”

“Yeah, you never told me why you hate these places so much.” You leaned back in your chair as you kept petting his head. “You wanna talk about it, or do you want me to distract you?”

“I can talk about it.” He let his eyes fall closed and leaned into your touch. “It’s not like it was even that bad. Just had to get my tonsils out when I was seven and all I remember was waking up alone after my surgery except for a nurse because Linda had some major deal she had to close. I don’t even know where Richard was. And, y’know, just had a little panic attack ‘cause I just wanted my mom, since I didn’t know what a horrible person she was yet. It was a good thing someone called Harlan or who knows how long I would have been there by myself. What’s up?”

You had stopped stroking his head as you gave him a pained look, your hand resting on his cheek while he stared up at you questioningly, the hand he had entwined with yours giving you a squeeze instinctually.

“God, Ran.” You curled over so you could press your lips to his forehead, sniffling a little when you straightened back up at the thought of him as a baby being all alone. “Sometimes I really want to kick your parents’ collective asses.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure there’s a line.” He turned his head when he heard the door to the waiting room open again, sitting up with a sigh when Linda and Richard came stomping out.

“He asked for you.” That was all Linda had to say before she was gliding past the two of you, Richard just giving you a noncommittal shrug before following his wife.

“Oh shoot, I have to go, I’m doing that live Q&A for Flam tomorrow.” Joni flitted up to you and Ransom when you both stood up, thrusting a giant crystal into your hands and ignoring your annoyed stare as Ransom swallowed a snort. “Can you give this to Harlan, sweetie? It promotes wellness and should help realign his chakras to speed up the healing process.”

“Sure, Joni.” You rolled your eyes when she waved at you over her shoulder before rushing out the door, hefting the thing as you and Ransom headed back to Harlan’s room. “Is this the one she sells for $300? At least she won’t be plastering Harlan holding this paperweight all over Instagram.”

“Small blessings.” Ransom kissed your hair and squeezed your waist as you headed back to the recovery rooms, his breathing growing shallow but still somewhat under control since you were there with him.

“My dear!” The sight of Harlan in the hospital bed sent a wave of something close to panic through Ransom’s chest, even though he was giving the two of you his typical wide grin, he still looked so frail and small, Ransom hated it. “I was so pleased when I heard the two of you were, even though it was a bit surprising. Are you doing alright, Ransom?”

“Harlan, you're hooked up to a heart monitor and asking me how I’m doing.” Ransom huffed out a chuckle when his grandfather just shrugged at him, letting you go with a final kiss so you could give Harlan a hug. “You scared us, old man.”

“It’ll take more than a couple of stairs to take me out.” Harlan winked at Ransom, grinning between the two of you when his grandson came to stand behind you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Do you need anything while you’re here, Harlan?” You tilted your head to the side when Ransom rubbed his nose against your temple, sighing when he started running his hands over your arms absentmindedly. “I don’t know if I have time to run back to the manor and get you anything, but I can give it a shot.”

“That’s very sweet, dear, but unnecessary.” Harlan’s grin grew even wider as he watched how relaxed his grandson was with you, he was pretty sure the younger man didn’t even realize he never seemed to be able to stop touching you. “All I could really use right now is a cup of shitty coffee, since they don’t want me sleeping while they assess how concussed I am.”

“Well, good news, I saw a very shitty looking coffee machine down the hall.” You gave Ransom a peck on the cheek before wandering to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Ransom ran a hand over the back of his neck as he watched you leave, his movements freezing when he turned back to Harlan and found the man giving him a knowing grin.

“She is very good for you, son.” Harlan nodded to himself when Ransom let out a shaky breath, watching his grandson closely for the signs of nervousness he always showed when forced to talk about his feelings.

“I know.” Ransom actually let himself smile as he looked back at his grandfather, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. “I don’t think I would’ve even made it here if she wasn’t with me. You know, I didn’t even have any panic attacks when I got here?”

“You’re not even going to try to fight me on it?” Harlan had never been more pleasantly surprised, letting out a short laugh when Ransom just shrugged at him before scrubbing his hands over his face with a defeated groan. “Oh, she’s very, very good for you.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking crazy.” Ransom ran a hand through his hair and leaned back against the wall. “Just wish Linda could give us a fucking break.”

“Well, your mother has always had her own ideas about what’s best for you.” Harlan took a deep breath as he gazed at his grandson, there were times he’d wished he’d taken more of a hand in Ransom’s upbringing, maybe then the boy would have found happiness sooner. “But I’m glad you found it for yourself.”

“Were you boys talking about me?” You beamed at the two of them when they stopped talking when you walked back into the room, handing Harlan his coffee and leaning against Ransom when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“We always do.” Harlan cocked his head as he watched Ransom kiss your hair, smiling at the two of you behind his coffee as he took a sip. “You’re very interesting, my dear.”

“Logan, god, shut the fuck up!” Dylan smacked the asshole in the shoulder as he laughed so hard he almost fell off his stool, trying to keep his own expression neutral as he watched Ransom bury his face in his hands with a defeated groan. “Well, it sounds like it worked out fine, Drysdale, you had your panic sex and you both recovered, so why don’t you just forget about calling her ‘Mrs. Drysdale’ . I’m sure she has already.”

“That’s the fucking problem, I can’t.” Ransom took another gulp of whiskey as he ignored Logan’s chortling. “Even worse is that I don’t want to, it felt right, good.”

“Oh, fuck no!” That shut Logan up, his head shaking vehemently as literally every other person at the table rolled their eyes at him. “It’s bad enough you moved in with her, you’re not doing this, you’ll be miserable.”

“You said the same thing when they started living together, Van Doren, don’t be an ass.” Chaz took a gulp of beer and shot a scowl at him before turning back to Ransom. “Not to be a Logan apologist, but you did tell us to kidnap you and take you to Amsterdam if you ever talked about settling down.”

“Yeah, when I was with Sloane.” Ransom shivered when he thought about the nightmare that had been, relaxing quickly once he let his thoughts drift back to you and how happy you made him, even though that fact was also freaking him out. “But she’s not Sloane, she’s not like anybody I’ve ever been with before. I just want her to know how much she means to me.”

“I can’t listen to this soft shit anymore, I’m gonna go get some shots.” Logan shook his head as he rose from his seat, frowning at Ransom before heading to the bar. “That chick is ruining you, Drysdale.”

“God, I know she is.” It made his heart warm though, a slow smile spreading over his face as he felt the panic starting to leave his system. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna do it.”

“Jesus, you’re sure?” Dylan whistled when he watched Ran gulp down the rest of his scotch, not even able to grin himself to stop him when he started emptying the rest of the drinks on the table. “You need to be sure, Ran, I know you love her and everything but if you just do this because you think it’s something you’re supposed to do and not something you actually want, you’re both gonna be miserable.”

“Oh, I want it.” Ransom sucked in a deep breath when he finally admitted it to himself, there was no getting away from you, you were it for him, may as well make it official. “More than anything. I wanna marry that girl.”

“Damn it, this is the fucking worst!” Of course Logan had to come back right when Ransom made that announcement, the dumbass ignoring the way Ransom openly snarled at him as he set the bottle of tequila and the glasses on the table. “Look, I know you think you’re happy, and if you really are, fine. But I think we need to seriously consider the fact that bitch’s pussy has fucking poisoned you, because my boy would never…”

Logan didn’t get a chance to finish his thought when Ransom punched him square in the jaw, growling when he whipped back up like he was going to try to fight him before Chaz and Logan had a chance to get between the two of them.

“Call her a bitch again and we’re fucking done, L. I’m so sick of you putting your stupid bull shit on me.” Ransom grabbed the bottle of tequila and took a swig, ignoring Logan’s grumbling. “She’s it, better than any of that easy pussy you try to drown me in and I fucking love her, so you can either accept this is happening or you can fuck off.” He really needed to consider getting better friends, he could not figure out why he still put up with this asshole aside from the fact he’d been doing it forever. “Now, you dumbasses can either celebrate with me, or I’m totally fine drinking this tequila all by myself.”

Ransom was exhausted as he pulled into your driveway, his grip on the steering wheel painfully tight as he thought about flipping on the couch as soon as he walked through the door. Another absolutely useless meeting with Walt always had that effect, the man truly did not grasp the concept of what email was for. He needed a drink.

Or some weed. He could smell it as soon as he walked through the front door, and something else that was making his mouth water. The sounds of your feel good playlist filled the house, Prince singing about how he just needed your extra time, and Ransom knew that meant you had found some new recipe you wanted to try out. He tossed his coat over the back of the chair and kicked off his boots before wandering to find you, grinning at the sight of the dog sprawled across the floor in the kitchen with his tail thumping against the hardwood while the cat tried to get her front paws on the counter to steal some of whatever you were cooking. No sign of you though.

“Oi, keep your paws away from the pastry!” You popped up from behind the counter with a joint tucked between your teeth, hissing at the cat until she scampered off with a sharp meow while you shook your head at her and rolled the sleeves of the Ransom’s sweater you were wearing up around our elbows. “Fucking brat, hey baby!”

“Hey yourself.” The sight of you wearing what he sincerely hoped was nothing but his sweater while you fussed around the kitchen had him feeling some kind of way, his eyes fixed on your bare legs as you slid around the counter to come greet him. “What’cha cookin’?”

“Smoked salmon tarts, they’re fucking amazing.” You passed him the joint before starting to drag him towards the kitchen, giggling when he tried to grasp the hem of the sweater to catch a peek at what you were wearing under there. “Quit, you can do that in a minute. Try this.”

“Ok… holy fuck!” Ransom let his eyes roll back in his head as he moaned when you shoved a whole mini tart in his mouth, grabbing your wrist when you tried to pull your hand back so he could suck the remnants off your fingers. “Shit, that’s fantastic, you sure we should be smoking around all this food?”

“It’s fine, I made so many, we should be good even if the munchies get us.” You tossed the roach into the sink and gave him a peck on the lips before sliding on your oven mitts when the oven timer went off. “Just one more batch to go.”

Ransom groaned when you bent over to pull out the fresh tarts, his sweater riding up your hips until he had a very good view that confirmed you were in fact wearing nothing under his sweater. His gaze raked over you as you put the last tray in, his eyes crinkling with a smile when you started swaying to the music when a new song came on.

“How long do those need to bake for?” Ransom pulled you close so he could sway with you, his steps getting a little quicker when the song sped up. “‘Cause I have a couple of things I wanna do all of a sudden, but I don’t want you to burn our kitchen down.”

“Good news, then, they take thirty minutes.” You squeaked when he smacked your ass before spinning the two of you, beaming at him when he pressed his lips to your forehead with a pleased sound. “Plenty of time for whatever you want, but you’re gonna dance with me first.”

“Am I?” Ransom let out a soft purr when you nipped at his jaw, jumping a little when you swatted his ass at him teasing you.

“It’s James Brown.” You poked him in the chest when he tried to snake a hand under the sweater again, shaking your head at him when he gave you a halfhearted pout. “What kind of assholes would we be if we didn’t dance to James Brown?”

“Fine.” He grinned before pecking you on the lips again. “One song, two max, then we’re gonna see how many times I can make you come on my face before those tarts come out of the oven.”

“Yeah, well be careful not to spoil your appetite.” You tilted your head back so he could nuzzle at your throat, sighing when he let out a low chuckle against your skin that sent a jolt to your core.

“Don’t worry about it.” He leaned back and winked at you. “I’m never gonna have my fill of you.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before he was spinning you suddenly then dropping you into a low dip, shrieking with purely delighted laughter when he pulled you back up and kissed your forehead while he kept dancing with you. It was a sound he’d never get tired of hearing, his hands framing your waist as he kept guiding your movements through the kitchen while you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck your face Ran.” You were a little surprised when he didn’t release you as soon as the song was over, but it was a pleasant surprise, Ransom pulling you close to his chest with an arm around your waist while he wound the fingers of his free hand through yours and let you tuck your face into his shoulder.

“Shut up.” He pressed his lips to your hair and kept his cheek leaning against the top of your head as he kept swaying with you, smiling softly when you hummed along with Neil Young and let out a deep sigh. “I like this song, don’t need you distracting me.”

“Sap.” You scrunched up your nose when he gave you a squeeze. “If you just wanna dance all snuggly, you can say so.”

“Fine, I wanna dance with you, sue me.” He bit his lip when you tilted your head back so you could look at him, rubbing his nose against yours and breathing deeply. “You realize you’ve completely ruined me.”

“And you’ve loved every second of it.” You leaned up and brushed your lips over his, your breath catching when he deepened the kiss and you ran the fingers of your free hand through his hair.

“What I love is you.” He was long past the point of freaking out about what you did to him, how you made him feel and the warmth that spread through him every time he came home and you were there. It made him feel like he was definitely making the right choice. “More than anything.”

“Mmhm, and I love you too, pup.” You rested your face in the crook of his neck and let your eyes drift closed as he kept leading you in a swaying circle around your kitchen, letting out a happy little huff of breath when he kissed the top of your head again. “More than anything.”

Ransom drummed his fingers against the beer bottle in his hand as he stared at Ari and Anne, taking a breath like he was finally going to say something then just blowing it back out with a groan.

“Ok, are you actually going to tell us why you wanted to have lunch, or are we all just going to stare at each other?” Anne flagged down the waiter and asked for another drink, grabbing a fry and chewing thoughtfully as she watched Ransom squirm uncomfortably. “C’mon man, out with it.”

“You just take your time, honey.” Ari reached across the table and gave Ransom’s hand a reassuring squeeze, frowning a little when he turned to face Anne. “You are so impatient.”

“I have shit to do.” Anne shrugged when Ari rolled his eyes at her. “I don’t have all day to exchange meaningful looks with you two, so excuse me…”

“I wanna ask her to marry me.” Ransom said it in a rush so he didn’t chicken out again, feeling like a weight was lifted off his chest as he sagged into his seat with a sigh while they both swung to gape at him.

“Shut the fuck up!” He couldn’t get a read on Anne’s reaction, her mouth opening and closing like she kept thinking of new things to say then rethinking them at the last second. “Shut the absolute fuck up!”

“I fucking knew it.” Ari just grinned at Ransom and clapped him on the shoulder before trying to find the waiter so he could order some champagne. “I told that girl the two of you were it for each other, how are you gonna ask?”

“Just… wait a second.” Ransom took another deep breath before giving Ari a shaky grin, glancing at Anne again and swallowing thickly when she still had that mysterious expression on her face. “I wanna make sure this is a good idea first. Don’t wanna lose her because I try to push something she doesn’t want.”

“Oh my god, you’re so good for her.” Ari just kept grinning as he popped the cork on the champagne, pouring three glasses and handing them out before rolling his eyes when Ransom just gave him a kicked puppy look. “Anne, ease the poor man’s mind.”

“You… you really think she’s gonna say no?” Anne leaned forward and Ransom thought she was trying to hold back a smile.

“She always said she hated the thought of being some asshole’s wife.” He ran a hand over his face and leaned on his elbows. “And we all know I’m the biggest asshole.”

“You’re a giant faker is what you are.” Ari shook his head at him as he took a sip of champagne. “Of course she’s gonna say yes, honey.”

“Look, the only time I’ve gotten even a slight hint she might actually want this was a couple months ago, and she was drunk off her ass…”

“Wait, I remember that night, the bachelorette party, is that when you started thinking about this?” Anne finally let herself grin when Ransom nodded at her. “Aww, cutie, why do you think she was drinking so much in the first place?”

“What?” Ransom could feel his heart swell when he thought about what she was saying.

“Christ, you two dumbasses really were made for each other.” Anne rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her champagne before giving Ransom a smile. “She realized she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you and had her own little panic attack, because she convinced herself you’d make a run for it if she told you.”

“Oh my god, you idiots need to get married.” Ari kicked Ransom playfully when he let out an offended huff, winking at him over his champagne glass as he laughed softly. “And talk to each other, goddamn.”

“Fuck… fuck.” Ransom ran his hands through his hair as he realized this was definitely happening, beaming between his two friends as he thought about asking Harlan for the ring. “I’m gonna do it, shit!”

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starcitysirens · 2 years

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So I kind of accidentally helped trigger a bit of a freak out in the Buckynat fandom for calling out Jackson Lanzing on twitter yesterday. Whoops.

I'm talking about this exchange >> click me

Anyway, this is giving me an excuse to word vomit about my feelings about Man on the Wall so whatever.

I said yesterday that every time Lanzing mentions how important the Kot/Rudy Winter Soldier run is to him (especially re: the upcoming Cap run), I start sweating, and I think that's a common response since most Bucky fans I know hate that run. I wanted to ask him directly what it is about that comic that speaks to him but I didn't wanna come off as confrontational, so I didn't.

So, I'm going to attempt to parse it out.

So far he's said:

"A huge part of our story is about taking Steve out of the superhero game and into something resembling normal life."

And about Bucky he said: "And on the Bucky side, Higgins/Reis looms large as groundwork for the character as he walks into our story. And I've been pretty open about how the Kot/Rudy run completely changed up my view of Bucky as a character, so consider that one required reading."

So the common thread I see here is 'a life beyond duty'. Second Chances was Bucky's attempt at having a somewhat normal life. Moreover, the story revolved about Bucky facilitating other people walking away from bad situations in order to start over as civilians. We also know from Devil's Reign: Winter Soldier that he just gave up this happy ending in order to learn the truth about his past.

So this brings me to Man on the Wall.

On paper, Man on the Wall has a fascinating concept. Consider where Bucky is, emotionally, when he takes the job. He's been chasing personal redemption for a while, and it hasn't quite worked out. His run as Cap ended poorly. He tried to find redemption by reclaiming the Winter Soldier, and that also ended badly; he not only lost Natasha, but he went to such dark places in that run, that while attempting to redeem "the Winter Soldier", he wound up corrupting himself. And then Fury's offer comes along and he's quick to snatch it. And there's nothing redemptive about it, it's resignation. It's him saying, this is what I've done all my life, doing the dirty work is all I’m good for, (he did it for Steve back in the day, after all), what I am is a soldier, and a killer. And yeah, there is some aspect of nobility here, as in doing the wrong thing for the right reasons, but ultimately it's an escalation. And a regression of sorts.

That’s where he is when he arrives at Mer-Z Bow and meets Ventolin.

Overall, I found that run to be difficult to follow and connect to, for multiple reasons, but the point it was trying to make is summarized in that last panel:

Just because this is what you’ve always done, it doesn’t mean it’s who you have to be for the rest of your life, you can open yourself up to new avenues. And that is beautiful. And I would’ve loved to see Bucky wrestle with that idea while doing Fury’s dirty work.

The problem is, that's not what happens in this book. Mostly because Bucky spends the bulk of this run with very little agency in the plot, because all he does is just stand there and look pretty. Like, literally, I'm not even exaggerating. Daisy Johnson sees more action. Cause, when it comes down to it, the main character of this book is not our Bucky, it's the Old Man Bucky from that future/different universe. This comic is like that Chris Pratt and J. Law movie Passengers, in that it's supposed to be a space romance, but it's really just a psychological thriller. There's this great Youtube video where someone explores how the story changes if we edit the movie so that it starts when J.Law's character wakes up and that we, the audience, find out Chris Pratt woke her up on purpose at the same time she does and we get to feel the real horror of what he did.

That’s how I feel about this comic.

Sure, I know I have my biases because I’m a buckynat fan, but I’m also pretty ship neutral and can be up for anything as long as you sell it to me. The thing is, I never bought Bucky and Ventolin’s love story because Kot never actually showed it to me. I don’t know why they’re in love (I mean, we barely even see them interact, to be honest). Actually, if I’m remembering this correctly, neither does Bucky, he just feels it because he had a dream. A dream that we are not privy to. A dream that may or may not have been psychically sent to him via Old Man Bucky. And this is where things get icky for me, because it brings up issues of consent.

This comic was a bit confusing but I think it’s fair to interpret it this way. A version of Bucky somewhere in the universe wound up in Mer-Z Bow, fell in love and found peace. And now that Bucky is out there making sure every Bucky gets his happy ending. He directly interferes with our Bucky’s life. And I think Bucky has had enough of people messing about with his agency. But no one ever brings this up in the text. Bucky has feelings he can’t explain and he just goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So Jackson Lanzing says he’s a Ventolin stan and my first reaction is lol, why. But I think it might be more about the idea of what Ventolin represented: the possibility of a life beyond the duty of being a soldier.

And I’m okay with that conceit being explored by a better writer than Ales Kot. I think Kot came up with a great idea, he just didn’t understand Bucky well enough to do anything really meaningful with it.

Devil’s Reign is setting up major retcons for Bucky. We don’t know the extent of it yet. But we at least know Bucky will be wrestling with issues of choice and consent again, cause it looks like he was groomed to be a killer his whole life. And that’s gotta be brutal, especially if it turns out his parents were in on it, thus destroying the memory of his family, too.

And to circle this back to buckynat, I get the feeling Lanzing (and maybe Kelly) might think that relationship belongs to a specific moment in Bucky’s life, years that are associated with great darkness. And that in a way, as long as they are together, then they’ll never really leave the Red Room (psychologically speaking). If the idea is having Bucky move on from the life that was chosen for him, then I can see them not touching it. That doesn’t mean I agree with that, I’m just speculating at to possible reasonings.

Anyway, I rambled for long enough.

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #buckynat #adjacent #devil's reign: winter soldier #bucky barnes meta #wow this got away from me

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jungshookz · 3 years

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Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,.

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…”

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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slut4regulus · 4 years

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Veritaserum

Draco x Reader

A/N: Hey! This one may be a little short. This is what happened when I switched realities. Description: How you feel about Draco accidentally slips during a game of Truth or Dare at a Slytherin party.

Warnings: Some swear words & some sexual acts are described

Word Count: 1,529

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“Who even brewed this?” You laugh, smelling the Veritaserum that was handed to you by Blaise.

You never really were a party kind of person, but once every blue moon, your best friend successfully would drag you to a Slytherin party. You would often argue with her and tell her that you didn’t want to go, but she would tell you how she didn’t want to go alone. Even though you barely ever left together (wink).

You were sat on the floor in a circle with a group of Slytherins. Your best friend was on your right, and Blaise was on your left. Next to Blaise was Draco Malfoy. Unlike most of the people in the circle, he sat in an armchair, declaring that he would never be seen sitting on the floor like a child. Everyone thought he was being ridiculous, but no one argued.

On the floor, next to Draco, was Pansy, leaning against his leg. She seemed excited, as if she knew the night would end in a mess. Next to her was some Ravenclaw girl you didn’t know, and then next to her sat Crabbe and Goyle. Both seemed just happy to be involved in a group. Next to Goyle was your best friend, she made sure she sat as far away from his as possible.

Pansy rolled her eyes, “Don’t be a puss.” She giggled, “To restate the rules,” She cleared her throat, “If you pick truth, you must take a shot of the truth serum to make sure you’re telling the truth, and the whole truth.”

Her dark eyes zeroed in on you, “Are you volunteering to go first?” Her teeth gleamed against her skin.

You handed the serum back to Blaise, “Sure. But I’m picking dare.” You shrugged. There was no way you were drinking that serum first.

Pansy clapped her hands together excitedly, “Yay!” She put her hand on her chin as if she were in deep thought.

She suddenly straightened up, “I know!” she paused, “I, Pansy Parkinson, dare you, y/f/n y/l/n, to give y/b/f/n a hickey!” She giggled loudly after she finished.

You rolled your eyes and looked at you best friend. Her eyes were wide, but she was smiling. She looked back at you and laughed, “Not too dark. Snape will be up my ass about it.”

You smiled and leaned closer to her, “You can think of Paris, if you want.” You said before lightly sucking her skin.

After a few seconds, you backed away and admired her neck, “That’s one of my best work.” You laughed and leaned back into your seat.

Your best friend’s hand went to her neck, her eyes still wide, “How are you so good at that, blimey.” Her cheeks were red as she coughed awkwardly, “Anyways, who’s next?”

The game continued like this. Sexual acts were made for almost everyone but Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy eventually dared them to go away and leave the circle. They huffed and left, leaving the 6 of you to the game. But, not too long after they left, the Ravenclaw girl decided she was tired and left. Leaving the 5 of you.

By the time it came to your turn again, the Ravenclaw girl had given Blaise a lap dance and Pansy sat in Draco’s lap. No one had dared to take the Veritaserum.

Pansy eyes laid on you, “Your turn y/n.” She slurred, “Dare, or some cold hard truth?” She had been taking shots of firewhiskey between turns, and at this point, she was drunk.

You smirked as she played with Draco’s fingers, “Truth.” You picked up the vial that had been set in the middle of the circle. Pansy whooped with delight as your best friend hit your arm, “Y/n, no.” She started, but it was too late.

You took a swig and it tasted exactly how you thought it would taste--like dirt.

It took everything inside of you not to spit it back out. You screwed your eyes together as you gulped it down.

After a few seconds, you opened your eyes and immediately felt the serum course through your body, “Okay. Go. I’m ready.”

You eyes fluttered as Pansy thought some more. This gave you time to look at Draco. His eyes were wide, as he stared at you. His mouth was slightly agape in true shock.

Pansy noticed your staring and cackled, “I’ve got it.” She stood up and sat in front of me, “Tell me exactly how you feel about Draco.” She smirked wickedly with a teasing tone.

Before you could stop yourself, words poured out of you, “I think he’s too hot for his own good.” You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth as you realized what you had said. You kept your eyes focused on Pansy, afraid to look anywhere else.

Pansy shrieked, “Go on!” She lightly hit your arm.

You shook your head, your hand still clamped over your mouth. You bit your cheek in hopes to stop the word-vomit, but the serum overtook you and your hand fell down into your lap.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on him since third year, but he’s a Grade A asshole.” You wanted to kick yourself as the words fell from your lips. You shuddered as Pansy’s laughter was louder than the music playing throughout the room.

Your best friend grabbed your arm, “That’s enough, Pansy.” She started to stand up to pull you along with her, but Pansy grabbed your other arm and yanked you back down.

“Come on Pans, that’s enough. Leave her alone.” Blaise spoke up, shaking his head.

But Pansy just laughed louder, “No! I wanna know!” She turned back to you, her smile venomous, “Do you dream about our little Draco?” She snarled.

You bit your tongue, but it was no use, “Sometimes.” You could taste the blood from your cheek, embarrassment burning on your face.

Pansy was starting to turn red from laughter. She let go of your arm to hold her stomach as she laid on her back, howling.

You instantly stood up, tears brimming your eyes.

“Wait.” Draco’s voice boomed over Pansy.

He leaned forward and grabbed the vial that was in front of your sitting spot and instantly took a swig from it.

“Zabini. Ask me the same questions Pansy did for y/n.” His eyes bore into you as he spoke. You couldn’t read his expression, but at this point, you could barely see through the tears in your eyes.

Blaise sat confused, “Uhm. Okay mate.” He scratched the back of his neck, “How do you feel about y/n?”

Draco’s eyes never left yours, “She’s the one person I always thought was too good for me. So good, and so quiet.” He gulped, “If I was in a room full of people, I would always hear her over everyone else. Not because she’s loud, but because she’s the only person who I care about what they say.” He choked up, as if he was trying hard not to say what he was saying.

Pansy’s laughter was 100% gone now. She sat on her back, staring at Draco, her expression read both shock and absolute horror.

“Go on.” Draco said, his eyes still in lock with your own.

Blaise shook his head, trying to process what the hell is going on, “Oh shit.” He stuttered, “Uhm. Do you dream about Y/n?” His eyes went back to his best friend’s profile.

“Every night.” Draco started, “More than I should. I dream about how soft and warm her hands would feel against mine.” Draco sat down, as if the truth were exhausting him.

“Fuck this.” Pansy looked as if she were about to puke. She stood up abruptly and stormed away from the circle.

Blaise coughed and stood up, “i’m going to.. just.. yeah.” He turned and grabbed your best friend’s arm and drug her away, leaving you and Draco alone.

“I-”

“You-”

You and Draco started at the same time, causing both of you to stop and look away.

“A Grade-A asshole, huh?” Draco was slowly raising out of the trance of the serum.

You blushed, “I, uh, didn’t mean that.” You said.

“Veritaserum never lies, darling.” He smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, “So...”

Draco scoffed, “I just told you how I felt about you and your response is, ‘so’?” He looked genuinely hurt.

“I like you. A lot.” You blurted, “But you’re very confusing and probably not good for me at all.” You said as you moved closer to him, sitting on the arm of the armchair.

At that, Draco’s head fell, his hands in his lap becoming the most interesting thing in the world,“I don’t kn-” Draco started, but you cut him off.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try... with you I mean.” You said, feeling the heat rush to your face.

Draco’s head perked up, “Yeah? You mean it?” His face lit up and his hand reached out for yours.

Your heart burst at his new attitude, “Yeah. I mean it.” You smiled as you laced your fingers together and burst into a new conversation of what this meant to each other.

#Draco Malfoy #Draco #draco fanfiction #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines

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volleychumps · 4 years

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Ayoooo talented writer! Can i please request a akaashi x reader where they meet at some party and have one of those cool convo (you know those who always seem to happen in the kitchen ahah) and they fall for eachother but are too shy/insecure to exchange their number but can’t stop thinking about eachother until they meet again... ;)

Warning(s): drinking, cursing, fluff-attack lol

I changed it up a little bit! The timeskip would be a little tricky in this sense, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Apple Juice. (Akaashi Keiji x Reader)

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“Y/N-chan, you don’t want a cup of rice punch?”

“Don’t be a downer, Y/N~”

You watch with mild interest as Daichi tugs on the collars of both Sugawara and Hinata, stifling a small giggle alongside Yachi as the two members of the Karasuno volleyball club now lay limp in Daichi’s grasp. Suga pouts at the captain as he downs his second cup with flushed cheeks, and you quirk your eyebrow in amusement as Hinata holds both arms out at you as if he wants you to take him like a child.

Daichi smiles for the picture you snap with your phone, not letting go of either of their collars.

“Have fun, ladies. This is the fun before training camp officially starts. Don’t let these idiots make you do anything you don’t want to.” Daichi sighs in apology, tugging the two pouting boys along as you hum in amusement, sipping on the juice in your cup.

“I feel like Daichi is such a dad, no?” Yachi states casually, and a coy grin spreads across your lips in response.

“In like...a platonic way, right?” You grin into your cup as Yachi enters a blushing fit in embarrassment, swatting you on the shoulder as Kiyoko giggles on your right.

“Like there’s any other way I’d mean it!”

“Ah Hitoka, you’re so cute and fun to tease- I’m sorry.” You stroke her hair gently through her embarassed antics as Kiyoko’s giggles only increase in volume. The third-year nudges your side slightly as she covers her mouth with one hand, suddenly noticing something on the other side of the room.

Akaashi Keiji couldn’t help but feel the corner of his lips twitch at the way you had affectionately been cuddling Yachi, watching mildly as you did so with a laugh bubbling from your throat: not realizing that he had gone from hardly listening to Bokuto to not listening at all as the blue-eyed boy seemed to be looking on in a dazed-like manner.

“Y/N-san, don’t look now, but it seems some of the Fukurodani boys are looking in this direction- I said don’t look now!”

Kiyoko audibly sighs into her palm as you stupidly raise your head in searching, meeting the eyes of Akaashi Keiji, setter for the Fukurodani team, as he seemed to have been supposed to be listening to Bokuto’s antics, instead accidentally catching your eye in the background.

You both look away at the same time, a heat on your features as you groan in slight embarrassment, Yachi finding solace in erupting in a fit of giggles at your embarrased misfortune in a small plight for revenge.

“Hitokaaa-”

“Come on, Y/N- you’re so pretty tonight, I bet he wasn’t the only one looking.”

“I told you not to look, how did you make it so obvious?” Kiyoko questions in genuine confusion as you glare playfully in her direction.

“And this is the part where I go find some lemonade.” You mumble, a tad bit embarrassed at the nature of the conversation before standing, dusting your jeans off. “Would either of my two lovely best friends want anything?”

“Nooo don’t be sarcastic we love you-”

“That could have been my potential husband, but now look who’s never going to get to talk to him out of sheer shame.” You joke, sticking your tongue out before making your way into the kitchen, shaking your head at the giggle they share when you turn around.

Kuroo grins when you enter, and you wave a little in greeting with a small smile: you knew him from the practice matches Karasuno had against Nekoma, having established a pretty good friendship with him afterwards.

“Just the girl I was looking for!”

“Oh.”

Kuroo visibly wilts as Bokuto laughs heartily by his side, a look of betrayal on the Nekoma captain’s features as you laugh at the sight of it, accusation seeping into his tone.

“Don’t look at me so dejectedly!”

“Don’t give me a reason to be so dejected.” You quip, eyes widening when you see the blue-eyed boy from earlier standing behind the two, recovering to clear your throat and reach for the lemonade.

“Oh! I’ve got you, allow me~”

“Bro, you’re such a gentleman.” Kuroo sniffs as you sweatdrop, watching Bokuto uncap the bottle of rice punch and pour it into your cup until it reaches the brim. Before you could say that wasn’t the beverage you wanted: you blink at the look of hope and pride in the Fukurodani captain’s eyes at how proud he was of his actions.

“Drink up, Y/N-chan! The drinks are on me, tonight!”

“Boo, just say you’re flirting and go.”

“What did you just say?!”

Your voice falls on now deaf ears as you watch the two captains argue, feeling a little bad that Bokuto had bought the drinks and even poured one for you, deeming that maybe one cup was okay. You examine the liquid before going to raise the cup to your lips-

A hand rests on your wrist lightly before the cup can leave the surface, and you watch in confusion as the setter from earlier shakes his head no. You hardly notice the captains still arguing as he swaps your cup for his, the red-cup brimmed with a golden liquid swishing around in front of you as it hits the counter with a tap.

“Apple juice.” Akaashi says, bringing the rim to his lips and drinking some of the rice punch as Bokuto asks him a question. He isn’t able to hide his grimace as you blink in wonderment.

“Akaashi, I’m a gentleman, right? Being gentlemanly doesn’t have to mean flirting!”

“Mhm.” Akaashi nods, drinking more of the liquid back until it’s gone, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before grimacing some more, successfully disposing of the evidence.

“Ah! We’re going to karaoke upstairs, Y/N- you’ll come, right?!” Bokuto questions with stars in his eyes as you blink out of your daze, finding yourself nodding back before Bokuto whoops and grabs Kuroo before dashing up the stairs, yelling something about Akaashi to follow.

“Oh yeah. I’ll be there for sure.” Akaashi calls after bluntly as you laugh, taking your first sip of the cup as you take a seat on the counter, feeling a warmth in your chest at the setter’s previous actions.

“Is he usually that hard to say no to?”

“You have no idea.” Akaashi sighs as takes the seat next to you on the countertop, unscrewing the lid for the lemonade before pouring some into another cup.

“Swap with me one more time. This is the one you wanted, right?”

“No no! It’s okay-!”

“Give me that.” Akaashi rolls his eyes, taking the apple juice from you and replacing it with lemonade. “You saw me pour it. I’m not a creep who goes around swapping girl’s drinks.”

“But I trust you-”

“Your potential future husband, right?” Akaashi can’t help but smirk a little into his cup as you seem to bust a fuse, cheeks reddening immensely as you nervously chuckle, tracing the rim of your cup.

“So you heard that, huh?”

“It wasn’t exactly quiet.” Akaashi shrugs, sipping on his apple juice as you scoff in mock-disbelief, smiling nonetheless.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have made such a comment if you weren’t looking at me in the first place, hm?”

Akaashi’s brow quirks ever so slightly at your bold-statement, feeling the rice punch begin to take effect as he tilts his head attractively, amused smile growing on his lips.

“Is that right?” His voice drops a little, and you find your throat a little drier than usual before you break eye-contact, feeling a strange nervousness in your chest as you sip some more lemonade.

“So you don’t drink?” You change the topic quickly, cursing at how high-pitched your voice came out before Akaashi hums, nodding.

“Not until tonight, at least.”

“Well, you could have just waited and poured it down the sink when they left?”

“Yeah, but then I couldn’t look cool for the girl with the pretty laugh.” Akaashi replies evenly, not realizing the weight of his words until a mere moment after, your cheeks flushing as you look away, him doing the same.

“Sorry, sorry...that was weird. I think that punch is getting to me.”

“No, it’s uh...fine.” You say awkwardly, shifting a little closer to him before you can stop yourself. “I think you’re pretty too.”

You clap a hand over your mouth as Akaashi tilts his head in amusement, watching in an entertained-fashion as you cover your face with your hands.

“Thank you?”

“I haven’t even drunk anything, I don’t have an excuse.”

Akaashi hides his smile with his hand, a pink dusting his cheeks as he finds that maybe Bokuto dragging him to this party was worth it.

“Would you maybe...?” Akaashi leans a little closer, lifting his hand to the back of his neck-

“Y/N, Nishinoya and Suga are vomiting by the cars- oh shit, am I interrupting?” Tsukishima’s eyes widen, seeing the proximity between the two of you before you offer Akaashi a goodbye smile, feeling like that was the best course of action after making a fool of yourself.

“I’ll see you later. Thanks for the chat.”

“Wait-”

Akaashi watches as you embarrasedly rush off, hand grabbing Tsukishima’s in the process as the setter blinks in bewilderment, feeling dissapointment flooding his chest at your lack of presence. The blonde had looked at Akaashi in utter confusion as Tsukishima was dragged out by your hand.

Sighing, he downs the last of his apple juice dejectedly, the sweet liquid not making up for the bitter feeling in his stomach of not getting his question out to you.

He didn’t know if it was irritation from the alcohol, or the desire of wanting to see you again, but he bit the rim of his cup, blue-eyes slightly annoyed as he thinks about you grabbing Tsukishima’s hand.

What was he to you?

Akaashi blinks out of his daze.

Wait.

...why does he care?

The setter blinks out of his thoughts when you return, the plastic cup lowering in his grasp as you bite your lip bashfully, looking off to the side awkwardly. A smile unknowingly tugs at his lips, a weird sensation of relief flooding his system.

“Turns out it was a false alarm...I was just going to grab another drink and leave you-”

“No. Stay.” Akaashi’s words come out a little quicker than he intended as you blink in bewilderment before he clears his throat, hand going to grab one of the bottles.

“Lemonade?”

“Nah.” You grin, grabbing a new cup before tilting it in his direction as you take your seat again, your thigh touching his as you wish you liked the taste of liquid courage. Your fingers draw circles on the granite of the counter top as methods of successfully getting your number flit through Akaashi’s head, the setter finding himself intentionally grabbing your hand to hold it steady around the cup as he pours.

The tension stayed heavy as the music faded into the background, the setter’s hand still clasped around yours gripping your cup. You smile goofily, Akaashi wanting nothing more than to close the distance with the pretty stranger at the once undesired party.

“Apple juice.”

“Wise choice.”

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arbitrarygreay · 7 months

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Karin is truly one of us.

Where Riho and Airi are both the "actually, I want to be Taeyeon" kind of soloists, Karin has an unashamed adoration for the UF ecosystem and its music ethos, furthered by her own more formal music studies. She's charmed by how their music isn't afraid to be a little old-fashioned/out-of-date and cheesy in the compositions.

This particular song is overtly H!P-like, as it's a Hoshibe-Ookubo joint! I'm a little bit surprised by the latter, given how many Hirata hallmarks are in the arrangement (Charlie Puth keyboard bass crimes like Oh No Ohno, the Kindan Shoujo-like treble synths), but I guess I shouldn't doubt those trumpet synths, lawl.

Hoshibe, meanwhile, provides an overtly retro composition. Not quite as overt as, say, Kokuhaku no Funsui Hiroba, but in the same vein, which probably pushed Ookubo to make some of their more Yuichi/Daichi-like decisions. It certainly sounds like a lost early Juice=Juice song.

Nonetheless, Karin fills the full song with enough growth in her vocal skills that I don't miss hearing any of the rest of 5nin, and the lyrics are a lot more appropriate to a solo effort, anyways, which is obviously the intent. There is something to be said for how writing to a single performer could potentially guide songwriters towards longer melodic phrases, since they can't go with "every member repeats the same shorter phrase" trick.

Specifically, Karin has really honed the primary advantage of her unique vocal timbre, which is the clean sharpness paired with keening, to make for grade-A sounds to denote pining. Sure, Tomoko would also make a meal out of this song, but it would create a different character of the lyrics than Karin. Plus, Karin is more precise on the rhythm.

In some ways, I feel like this is the promise of Nacchi's solo career fulfilled. Goto was in that "actually, I want to make Avex music" mold, Ayaya had too much inherent talent to emulate Tsunku, and Fujimoto didn't care to learn in that way. Abe truly embodied the H!P style of performance and singing, but she also lacked the creative vision to forge a weapon out of her united discography, ending up with lots of less memorable mid-tempo singles. Karin, though, knows what she wants, and unlike Sayu, has the vocal chops to really see it through musically.

(For potential link rot purposes, this is the Lonely Bus MV)

#miyamoto karin #hoshibe shou #ookubo kaoru #category: idols #category: music #whoops I accidentally a word vomit #I miss writing idol meta

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mushroombitchboy · 3 years

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//aaaaaaa tumblr glitched and i unfollowed you whoops anyway have some kumo being a dumbass

"Jun, I think I accidentally drank from the wrong bottle." Kumo had been working with Jun in the lab all day, watching them work on a new poison to test in the field and being the best (worst) assistant anyone could ask for.

"I meant to grab my water bottle, but I think I just drank from that one-" he pointed at a bottle with a similar shape to his water bottle- "and now my mouth and throat and everything burns. And I feel like I'm going to vomit." He grabbed Jun's arm. "What should I do?"

Junpei stared in awe at how much of an idiot this ninja could be, it’s like Kumo was just born without brain cells.

“Why the hell would you—,” the boy had take a moment to get his words right, there’s no point in being mean when his friend is now definitely gonna be sick for the next two weeks, they shoved a bucket into Kumo’s hands, “because you’re gonna, or you better hope you puke because it’ll feel worse going down!”

Quietly grumbling, Jun went to get a bottle of a green liquid, “To help you get it out of your system, are you allergic to anything? Hopefully this’ll be a lesson on why food isn’t allowed in the labs!”

#oc:junpei #oc:kumo #rp #*nature documentary narrator*#and now we’re witnessing a sciencist in his natural habitat #scolding his youngling

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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Spirit Touched - Chapter 5: Nephew

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 AO3

Whoops it took me longer to update this than I planned, but it turns out that moving states takes time and effort. Hopefully I’ll be able to update every other week for the last two chapters, but we’ll have to see. In the meantime, enjoy the crew fawning over sick Zuko and a sudden appearance from a certain beloved uncle.

Again, this fic is inspired by @muffinlance‘s fic Salvage and fanart that @agent-jaselin did of it.

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It started with a sneeze, the day after they fished Zuko out of the ocean for the second time.

“Aw, you sneeze like a raccoon-kitten,” Toklo cooed. Zuko glared at him. Then sneezed again, louder. A few sparks appeared with the second sneeze. “Uh, little firebenders sneeze fire?”

“I’m not little,” Zuko growled. “But…yes.” He sneezed again. Toklo hurriedly stomped out any sparks that landed on the deck.

“This won’t end well,” Panuk said quietly.

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The sneeze progressed to a full-body cough, one that was so obviously agonizing it made the crewmen wince in sympathy.

“We need to follow you around with a bucket,” Aake rumbled, watching Panuk and Toklo rush to put out yet another fire. It appeared that accidentally producing flames wasn’t something reserved for sneezing. Zuko sat down on the deck, even paler than usual. He coughed again.

“That might be a good idea,” Panuk agreed, hurrying to stomp out the new sparks. Zuko let out a low groan. Aake pressed the back of his hand against Zuko’s forehead. He quickly removed it.

“You’re sick, kiddo,” he said to Zuko. His voice had more affection in it than he’d realized he had for the boy. Zuko looked up at him, eyes already glazed over with fever. “Someone better take him to the healer right away. When someone this young gets sick, it can go bad fast.”

“Come on, little brother,” Toklo said, scooping Zuko into his arms. “Wow, you’re warm.”

“No, ‘m cold,” Zuko mumbled blearily. He let out another hacking cough. Toklo carried Zuko to the infirmary while Panuk stayed behind to put out the third accidental fire of the day.

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As Zuko’s condition worsened further, he became less and less willing to leave his pile of furs. Eventually, he could only leave the infirmary if carried out. The crewmen checked in near constantly. At first, it was just Toklo, Panuk, and Hakoda. Then Bato. When Aake began to stop by to inquire as to the toddler’s health, Kustaa knew it was official.

Zuko had wormed his way into the heart of every crewman.

“I’m surprised by how frequently you poke your head in,” Kustaa remarked to Aake. Aake stroked Zuko’s hair.

“He reminds me so much of Sitka, especially when he’s wearing blue,” Aake said, keeping his voice soft so as to not wake up the sleeping toddler.

“All Zuko had to do to win you over was be turned into a four-year-old.”

“Hmph.”

“And don’t think that I haven’t noticed you only stop by when he’s asleep.” Kustaa smirked at Aake. “You don’t want him to know how much you’ve come to like him.” Aake rolled his eyes. “Maybe once he’s better, you can be another uncle of his.” The door to the infirmary opened.

“Come on, Kustaa. Let a man miss his son in peace,” Bato said, entering. “Aake, you’re needed on deck.”

“On my way.” Aake’s hand lingered on the crown of Zuko’s head for a moment before he got up and left.

“How is he?” Bato asked Kustaa. Kustaa sighed.

“Sick and getting sicker.”

“Any idea what it is?”

“Not yet.” Kustaa looked at Zuko. “The kid should wake up soon, and once he does, I’m going to ask a few questions about his symptoms. I’m starting to wonder if it’s something only seen in the Fire Nation.” Bato frowned, concerned.

“If it’s a Fire Nation illness, would you be able to cure it?”

“Depends on what it is. I have the instructions for treatments of a few Fire Nation maladies,” Kustaa said. “Not as many as I’d like, though.” Faint stirring came from Zuko’s pile of furs, along with a weak groan. “Are you up, nephew?”

“I’m up,” Zuko mumbled, fighting his way free. He sat up and stretched. “Did you want something, Bato?”

“I just wanted to check in on the sick little pygmy puma,” Bato replied. He ruffled Zuko’s hair. “Feeling better?”

“I’m not feeling worse.” Zuko let out a hacking cough. “Never mind. I am.” Bato raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“No sparks?”

“He hasn’t produced fire on accident for a few days now,” Kustaa said, coming over. He put the back of his hand against Zuko’s forehead. “Hmm. Your fever’s getting worse.”

“Can he firebend on purpose?” Bato asked.

“He is right here,” Zuko grumbled.

“Zuko, would you mind trying to create a small flame?” Kustaa requested. Zuko held out his hands. His brow wrinkled in concentration. The only thing emitted, however, was a weak puff of smoke. “Hmm.” Kustaa stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Bato, could you get him something to eat?”

“Will do.” Bato gently lifted Zuko. “Candy and sea prunes, right?” Kustaa frowned at him.

“Tummy hurts too much,” Zuko said blearily. “Not hungry.”

“Broth it is,” Bato said. He carried Zuko out of the infirmary. Kustaa took down his most thorough book on illnesses.

He can’t firebend…maybe that’s the symptom that will allow me to finally diagnose him.

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Hakoda knocked gently on the door of the infirmary.

“Come in,” said Kustaa’s calm voice. Hakoda entered, closing the door softly behind him.

“Any luck?” Hakoda asked.

“Some,” Kustaa said from his spot by Zuko’s side. He gently draped a blanket over the sleeping boy. “I’ve figured out what he has. It’s called bender’s burnout. It’s an illness only firebenders can have, caused by the bender’s inner flame being stifled.” Kustaa got up and walked over to his desk. He pulled out a book. “According to this, hypothermia or a near-drowning are the primary means by which an inner flame is stifled enough to cause bender’s burnout.” Hakoda swore softly.

“This happened because he went overboard again?” he asked. Kustaa eyed Hakoda.

“Before I identified the illness, I knew that was the cause,” Kustaa said.

“Yes, but-” Hakoda shook his head. “He didn’t get this specific illness when we fished him out the first time. Why now?”

“Apparently, bender’s burnout is most common in the very young, because their inner flames tend to be weaker. As a teenager, Zuko’s inner flame was strong enough to hold his own in a firefight. As a child, well. You’ve seen how much effort it takes him to even make sparks.”

“What’s the cure?”

“I don’t know,” Kustaa said softly. His lips flattened into a thin line. “None of my texts have information on afflictions that only affect firebenders. I was lucky to stumble across what I did: symptoms and the cause.” Zuko coughed weakly from his pile of furs. Hakoda looked over at the boy. Zuko’s already pale skin was corpse-white, his forehead shone with a thin sheen of sweat, yet he was shivering intensely. “If we hope to cure him, we’ll need to find a healer who has expertise on firebenders.”

“Where would we find one of those?”

“We could try the next port,” Kustaa said with a shrug. “People believe us when we say Zuko is a war bastard for a reason. There’s a lot of them. And where there are firebenders, there are healers who know how to treat them.”

“There’s no other way to help Zuko?” Hakoda asked softly. A long moment passed. Kustaa shook his head.

“Bender’s burnout doesn’t go away on its own. It needs to be treated. And I don’t know how.” Zuko tossed fitfully in his sleep.

“How long does he have?”

“I’m not sure,” Kustaa admitted. “But my nephew is far more stubborn than anyone else I’ve met. As long as I can continue to manage his symptoms, he should hang on until we make port again.” Hakoda walked over to Zuko. He brushed sweat-drenched hair out of the boy’s face. Zuko leaned into the gesture with a faint smile. Hakoda’s heart ached. Zuko was so young, too young.

“I’ll tell everyone we’re changing course. We’ll head for the nearest port.”

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The Akhlut finally arrived at a bustling Earth Kingdom town. Hakoda carried Zuko, buried in furs, off the ship. Kustaa followed close behind. They approached the first person they saw.

“Excuse me, but we need a healer,” Hakoda said urgently.

“Ryo is-” the man started. Kustaa stepped forward.

“We need one specializing in firebender ailments,” he said softly. The man’s eyes widened.

“I hope we can trust you,” Hakoda said. He put as much weight into the words as he could.

“Of course,” the man said. “My son’s best friend is a war bastard. The boy goes to Healer Lee, on the outskirts of town.”

“Thank you,” Hakoda said gratefully. He reached into his pockets for money. The man shook his head.

“Save your money for your…”

“Nephew,” Kustaa said.

“Save the money for him.”

“Thank you,�� Hakoda repeated. Zuko let out a weak cough. “Hang in there, Nuktuk.”

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This town was lovely. Iroh enjoyed the friendly townspeople. But he couldn’t help being disappointed. It was yet another dead end. He had yet to find any sign of his missing nephew anywhere.

In a sea of green and brown, there was a sudden burst of blue. Iroh looked curiously at the two Water Tribe men rushing through the crowded town square. His eyes widened. They were the same men he’d seen shortly before he arrived at the North Pole. Iroh’s heart sank as he realized that one man wasn’t just carrying furs; a young boy was hidden within them.

What was the boy’s name? Nuktuk? Nuktuk looked deathly ill. Concerned for the boy’s health, Iroh followed from a safe distance. They had just exited town when Nuktuk began to thrash in his father’s arms.

“Lemme down, lemme down!” Nuktuk whined loudly. “I gotta-” Nuktuk’s father (step-father, more likely – the boy seemed to be a war bastard) hurriedly set the boy on the ground. Nuktuk stumbled forward and vomited. His father knelt next to him, rubbing his back.

“Are you okay to be carried again, Zuko?” the man asked. Iroh’s breath caught in his throat. The boy straightened. Now close enough to see him well, there was no doubt as to who the child was. Iroh would recognize his nephew anywhere, with or without the horrid scar on his face.

What have the spirits done?

“Zuko, we need to go to the healer,” said the second man. Zuko nodded. “Can the chief pick you up again?”

“I…” Zuko trailed off. He had caught sight of Iroh. Their eyes met. “Uncle!” Zuko sprinted away from the men, directly for Iroh. Iroh dropped to his knees. He held his arms out. Zuko collided with him.

“Prince Zuko,” Iroh croaked, embracing his nephew as tightly as he could. He could feel Zuko’s fever through his clothes. “Nephew, what are you doing?”

“Seeing a healer,” Zuko replied. Iroh held him out at arm’s length. Zuko’s beautiful golden eyes, normally sharp like a hawk’s, were unfocused and cloudy with fever.

“You certainly need one.”

“Excuse me?” Iroh looked up. The tribesmen had walked over. Iroh stood. He kept a hand on Zuko’s shoulder. “Are you really his uncle? General Iroh?”

“Yes, I am,” Iroh said. Zuko smiled at him. “I have many questions, but I think they can wait until my nephew has seen a healer.” The men looked relieved.

“That would be best, yes,” said one. “We got directions from someone in the village.” Iroh picked Zuko up. Zuko nestled against his chest.

“Lead the way,” Iroh said firmly.

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Iroh and the tribesmen sat outside the healer’s house. Zuko had been treated, but needed to rest for a while before the healer would let him leave.

“We should probably introduce ourselves,” one of the tribesmen said abruptly. “I am Chief Hakoda of the Southern Water Tribe. My companion is our healer, Kustaa.” Healer Kustaa bowed his head.

“Why did you need to bring Zuko to a different healer, if you had one?” Iroh asked.

“I’m not well-versed in firebender ailments,” Healer Kustaa replied. Iroh hummed softly.

“By the way, thank you, General, for not attacking when you saw Zuko,” Chief Hakoda said. Iroh leaned back.

“You don’t get to be my age as a soldier unless you learn to take stock of a situation fast,” Iroh said. “The immediate concern was my nephew’s health, not you.” He chuckled softly. “Not to offend you or anything.”

“No, I understand,” Chief Hakoda said. He leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees. “But I still appreciate it. To be frank, we wouldn’t have stood a chance against you.” Iroh chuckled again.

“I know. So, how did you come to have my nephew with you? I received a letter from a friend in the Northern Water Tribe telling me you had Zuko, but the letter didn’t provide many details.”

“We pulled him out of the ocean, half-dead,” Healer Kustaa said.

“Thankfully, the spirits stepped in, ensuring you rescued a young boy. If you had come across a Fire Nation teenager, you would have had a drastically different reaction.” The tribesmen looked at him, bemused. “I have seen firsthand the realities of war; I know what would have happened if you stumbled across someone old enough to be a soldier for the opposing side.”

“He wasn’t a toddler when we rescued him,” Chief Hakoda said slowly. “That particular…situation is more recent.”

“Then you are bigger men than I would have been in my days as a soldier,” Iroh said. The men exchanged a look. Clearly, they were holding something back. But Iroh knewit would be best to wait patiently for further information, rather than immediately pry. “Thank you for taking care of him.”

“Well, the kid’s more endearing than he realizes,” Healer Kustaa said. “Our youngest crewmen befriended him quickly. Once he had them on his side, it was all over.” Iroh beamed.

“I’m very glad to hear that he has been working on his social skills. My nephew tends to struggle to make friends.” Iroh adjusted his seat slightly. “How long has Prince Zuko been like this?”

“A handful of months. He’s actually spent more time with us as a toddler than as a teenager,” Chief Hakoda said. “And before you ask, we don’t know why the spirits did this to him.”

“Zuko might know,” Healer Kustaa said suddenly. Chief Hakoda and Iroh looked at him. “The incident that made him fall overboard, which caused him to get so sick? He’s been talking about it in his sleep. Most of what he says is nonsense, since he’s been so feverish. But every now and then, he mumbles something about talking to a young woman in the moon.”

“The young woman…” Iroh leaned forward. “Prince Zuko wouldn’t happen to be calling her by name, would he?” Healer Kustaa raised an eyebrow.

“He’s called her Yue.”

“A Water Tribe name,” Chief Hakoda remarked.

“Yes, but also the name of the new Moon Spirit,” Iroh said. Chief Hakoda and Healer Kustaa sobered immediately.

“We heard about that,” Chief Hakoda said. “Like everyone else, we saw the moon go dark. When we crossed paths with our sister tribe, they informed us of the tragedy that happened during the Siege of the North.”

“Yes. It was most distressing,” Iroh said solemnly. “I was there.” The door of the healer’s home opened.

“He’s awake now,” Healer Lee said. Zuko toddled out of the house. “Kustaa, come inside, I’ll go over the continuation of his treatment.” Healer Kustaa nodded. He got up and followed Healer Lee inside, ruffling Zuko’s hair on his way. Zuko sat between the two men. He beamed at Iroh.

“I thought I had only dreamed that you were back,” Zuko said happily. Iroh rested the back of his hand against his nephew’s forehead. The boy was still feverish, but whatever the healer had done clearly put him on the mend.

“No, Prince Zuko, I’ve found you,” Iroh said warmly. A strange look crossed Zuko’s face. He looked down at his adorably minute feet.

“Just Zuko, Uncle,” he mumbled. Iroh hid his surprise at the request.

“If you insist, nephew.” The enormous smile was back.

“Are you going to join the ship?” Zuko chirped. His grin broadened. “You could get a fake name, too!”

“I was hoping that the Water Tribe would be kind enough to let me accompany you, yes,” Iroh said with a nod. Chief Hakoda grimaced. “Chief Hakoda, I recognize that you would not be comfortable with two firebenders aboard your ship, but-” The chief was already shaking his head.

“You seem a sensible man, General. As such, you should understand that it’s not my comfort I need to think of, but the comfort of my men. They would not want the Dragon of the West on our ship.” Iroh’s heart sunk. He bowed his head.

“Yes, I understand.”

“What? But- Uncle!” Zuko whined. Iroh put a gentle hand on his nephew’s shoulder.

“Nephew, what is right may not be what I want to do. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t do it. What is right is that the men who have helped you so much stay comfortable. I cannot be on the ship.” He squeezed Zuko’s shoulder, his heart heavy. “And what is right is that you continue to be treated for your illness. You need to stay with Chief Hakoda, so that Healer Kustaa can take care of you.”

“But-”

“Chief Hakoda,” Iroh said abruptly. “Is your ship headed for a specific destination?”

“Yes.” Chief Hakoda eyed Iroh. “Can I trust you with it?”

“Pakku trusts him,” Zuko piped up. “I trust him. Isn’t that enough?” Chief Hakoda wavered for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. We’re headed to Chameleon Bay, to help the Earth Kingdom Army protect Ba Sing Se.”

“I’ll meet you there.” Iroh smiled at Zuko. “Maybe during my travels, I’ll stumble across a way to return you to your appropriate age.” Zuko’s eyes widened. Healer Kustaa emerged from the house.

“Come on, nephew, you need to lay down for more rest,” Healer Kustaa said, taking Zuko’s hand. Iroh tensed. “Oh.” Healer Kustaa managed a wry smile. “When he was feverish and ill shortly after we brought him on board, he mistook me for you and called me ‘uncle’. Since then, I’ve called him my nephew.”

“…I see,” Iroh said slowly. He stood. “I should leave. It will take me longer to arrive at Chameleon Bay, given I won’t be traveling by ship.”

“Before you leave,” Chief Hakoda said, standing as well, “would you please tell me what happened at the North Pole? Our sister tribe didn’t inform us of any of the specifics, just that the Avatar had been involved in the battle and that the Moon Spirit was killed and revived.”

“It may have been too painful,” Iroh said. “I am more than willing to share with you what I witnessed. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to say goodbye to my nephew.” Chief Hakoda nodded. Iroh turned to Zuko. He knelt on the ground. “Nephew…” Zuko pulled free of Healer Kustaa’s hold and rushed forward to embrace Iroh.

“I don’t want you to leave, Uncle,” he whispered. Iroh rubbed Zuko’s back.

“I know, Zuko. But remember what I said. I can’t do what I want. I must do what is right.” Iroh removed something from his pocket, an item he had been holding on to since Zuko was lost at sea. “Here.” He handed the knife to Zuko. Zuko took it from him with awe in his eyes. “Do you remember this?”

“Never give up without a fight,” Zuko said softly. Iroh smiled.

“That’s right. You are waging many battles right now, young nephew. But keep fighting.”

“I will, Uncle,” Zuko said, holding the knife close to his chest. Iroh ruffled his hair.

“Good. Then I will see you soon.” Iroh stood and watched Healer Kustaa lead his nephew away. Once Zuko was out of sight, he turned to Chief Hakoda. “I am willing to share my stories, but I would like more information as to my nephew’s stay with you in return.” Chief Hakoda nodded.

“I expected as such.” The men began to walk together. “Where would you like me to start?” Iroh sighed, glad to ask the question he’d had since he saw Zuko.

“Why is my nephew dressed like a Water Tribe child?”

-----

“Hold that pose,” Toklo instructed. Zuko wobbled slightly. “C’mon, little brother, just a bit longer!” Zuko’s legs gave out. He collapsed to the deck, coughing. “Maybe we should go back to the basics.”

“No, those katas are for babies,” Zuko snapped. He coughed again. Hakoda, who had been observing Zuko’s practice, crouched next to him.

“You’re only four and recovering from an illness. Pushing yourself right now would do more harm than good,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Once you’ve stopped coughing so much, you can move on to the more complicated forms. But for now, I agree with Toklo.” Zuko scowled.

Zuko’s treatment involved him actively practicing firebending. The healer had informed Kustaa that Zuko developed bender’s burnout in large part due to Zuko restricting his firebending to simple meditations.

“He said to me, ‘Water Tribe people might not be very educated, but that’s no excuse for making a young bender suppress his art. No matter the element, if they avoid bending, they’ll become ill,’” Kustaa vented angrily once Hakoda had returned to the ship. “I tried to tell him that the kid didn’t want to bend, but he wouldn’t hear it.”

“Zuko needs to practice firebending, then, to get better?” Hakoda asked. Kustaa nodded.

“And to stave off future bending-related illnesses. He gave me a scroll with forms for children Zuko’s age.” Kustaa handed Hakoda said scroll. “My nephew probably already knows most of these forms, but I guess we could use them as a reference to make sure he’s doing them right.”

Hakoda took the scroll from Toklo and looked over the forms for the easiest.

“Turtle-duck pose,” he instructed. Zuko scowled, but did as he was told. “Good work, kid.” Zuko’s scowl was replaced with a grin that stretched ear to ear.

Initially, Zuko had brushed off any compliments he got on his bending forms. Hakoda had a feeling that Zuko’s reaction was because he didn’t believe them. Thankfully, it only took a week for the boy to shift gears from doubt to exuberance at being told he had done a good job.

“Chief?” Bato called from his spot at the ship’s bow. Hakoda ruffled Zuko’s hair, handed the scroll back to Toklo, and walked to his second-in-command.

“What is it?” Hakoda asked. Bato handed him a spyglass silently. When Hakoda looked through it, he swore. “Fire Nation.”

“Yes.” Bato’s face darkened as he stared in the direction of the ship he’d spotted. “And they’ve definitely seen us. We won’t be able to avoid battle.”

“You’re right.” Hakoda swallowed. “Hopefully, Zuko will sleep through it.”

“He’s a light sleeper.”

“Not lately. Being sick can make you sleep like the dead.” Hakoda handed the spyglass back to Bato. “I’ll inform the crew to prepare for battle.” Hakoda looked back at Zuko. The toddler was unsteadily working through the basic firebending forms for Toklo. “And I’ll see if Kustaa can put him to bed earlier than usual, so that he misses the fight.”

-----

Zuko did sleep through the entire battle. Better than that, however, was that no one on the ship had fallen. Any blood stains or scorch marks on the deck were hurriedly scrubbed away before Zuko could see, though he did get told the day after. Like before, Zuko sat watch with a small flame in his palms.

The rest of the trip passed by without incident. Not just Hakoda, but the crew as a whole felt a swell of pride as Zuko became more confident in his bending practice, progressing from the basic steps to the intermediate ones quickly. Well, the ones considered intermediate for his age. The boy was eager to begin the advanced movements, but Hakoda felt they were still beyond his ability. Not to mention, the advanced katas seemed more likely to accidentally set the boat on fire.

“Finally!” Zuko whooped as they landed at Chameleon Bay. “I miss dry land.” Scattered chuckles sounded among the crew. Bato stopped him from rushing down the gangplank after Hakoda.

“Hold on, little warrior. Before we come ashore, the Chief needs to meet with whoever’s in charge.” Zuko cocked his head curiously at Bato.

“Isn’t Chief Hakoda in charge? I thought he was the leader of the entire Southern Fleet.”

“He is, but it’s still important to announce ourselves to the person that has been running things. Once we’ve settled in, the Chief will take over.”

“The Chief also needs to let the other men know we’ve got a Fire Nation brat on board,” Aake added. Zuko frowned at him. “Otherwise, you might get a chilly welcome.”

“I guess,” Zuko muttered, crossing his arms. Bato ruffled his hair.

“Go help Kustaa take stock of the infirmary supplies while we figure things out, okay?” Bato said. Zuko sighed and toddled off. Bato shook his head, hiding a smile. “Damn kid really weaseled his way into all of our hearts.”

“I’m taking bets on how quickly he does the same to the tribesmen already here,” Panuk drawled. “So far, no one’s put anything down on it taking any longer than a month.”

“Well, yeah, those odds are too slim,” Toklo said. “My little brother’s gonna have everyone eating out of his hand in a couple weeks at most. Especially with his lingering cough.” According to Kustaa, Zuko was no longer ill. His occasional coughs were just the result of his sickness irritating his throat.

“I agree,” Bato said. “‘Nuktuk’ has a very endearing backstory.” He looked at Panuk. “Put me down for twelve days.”

#Spirit Touched #ATLA #Zuko #Hakoda #Bato #Uncle Iroh #my writing #my stuff #fanfiction #speecher speaks

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Hi! New follower here but I love your writing, for the prompt list I would love your take on 29/30 with Kuroo! 💕💕 ty !

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I got a little carried away with this and it got really drawn out, hope you enjoy!! I could see myself writing this as a fully-fleshed out story, tell me if you’re interested :)

also for @thenerdyrebel i said I'd make it up to you with Kuroo fluff huhuhuhu

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Kuroo needs a girlfriend for a week. You’re set on making him regret asking you for a favor.

Your relationship with Kuroo was anything but serious. That was a given, considering the two of you were only dating because Yaku dared Kuroo. It was simple, really.

“I bet you can’t get a girlfriend for a full week,” he prompted, knowing Kuroo’s busy schedule between volleyball and college exams. That mixed with his awful personality and he was lucky if a girl stuck around for a conversation.

Still, Kuroo couldn’t say no to a bet, and he had just the person in mind.

“[Y/N],” he approached you one day during lunch, expression screaming mischief. You looked at him doubtfully.

“What are you planning on involving me in today, Tetsurou?” you weren’t unfamiliar with his scheming nature. Three years in the same class made the two of you more than just acquaintances, and you’d been known to do each other favors in times of need.

“Remember that time you stayed up late watching anime so I wrote your essay for you so you could sleep the next day?” he smirked at you. You nodded. “And remember how you said you owed me big time?”

You sighed. “What?”

“Yaku said I couldn’t have a girlfriend for a week,” he says bluntly. You look at him confused.

“You want me to find some poor girl that wants to date you? Hun, that’s impossible,” you dismissed, ignoring the pounding in your chest.

“No, no. That’s too risky. I want you to date me,” he grinned, looking at you like this was a fantastic idea. You fought down the heat rising to your cheeks. Date me? You thought to yourself. Date me? He wants to date me?

“Well, fake date.” Oh. The disappointment sunk in. That makes more sense.

You shook your head. It was no surprise Kuroo didn’t want to date you, but you could still get something out of this. “Buy me noodles every weekend for a lunch,” you replied, gaze unwavering.

Kuroo sighed. That was a lot. “Two weeks?”

You shook your head. “Three.”

“You’re on.”

The two of you shook on it, and you were officially “dating.”

Kuroo wasn’t getting off the hook that easily, though. If you were going to be his girlfriend, you were going to be the most obnoxious girlfriend he’d ever had. You were going to make everyone question why he would ever want to date you.

At first, you were very subtle about it. You did everything you thought a good girlfriend should do, like make him lunch and wear his team jacket. To confirm the whole thing, you made sure Yaku was watching you.

Unfortunately, you were a horrible cook and a bit of a slob.

“This is inedible,” Kuroo groaned as soon as Yaku left the room. You smiled at him deviously.

“You don’t want to eat your girlfriend’s homemade cooking,” you faked a pout. He smacked the back of your head.

“We both know you can’t cook [F/N],” he reminded you, taking out the lunch that he prepared from home. Unlike you, Kuroo had some skills in the kitchen. You were about to leave to buy lunch (because obviously you weren’t going to make yours) when he placed a second container in front of you.

Oh.

“You think I’m letting my girlfriend eat some shitty school lunch when I know she can’t cook?” Was he blushing?

You wanted to laugh at him, really, but he was being too sweet. Instead, you sat down with him and prepared to eat. Still, you couldn’t resist…

“Aww, did your mommy make it for you?” He kicked you under the table. You just laughed.

You continued to be a “good” girlfriend, shouting at him in the hallways and clinging to his arm to make it difficult for him to walk. You tried to keep your antics to a minimum; after all you couldn’t let him catch on too early.

Good girlfriends even visited their boyfriend’s volleyball practice, you determined. So you thought you should surprise them! And as your surprise you accidentally opened the clubroom while the boys were changing… you tried to help set up equipment and somehow balls were all rolling out of the gym… truly you were a disaster. Finally, Kuroo approached you.

“Don’t help with clean up,” he set stubbornly. You looked up at him with big, round eyes feigning innocence.

“Why not? You guys don’t have a manager to handle things so it’s the least I can do,” you smiled at him. He hugged through his nose.

“Nope. Don’t want my girlfriend staying up late for me. Go home and get some rest,” he demanded, walking away from you.

“You won’t even walk me home,” you whined, hoping you could get a few more hours out of fun with him. Kuroo turned to you, eyes stern.

“No.”

You didn’t argue with that.

Still, your antics continued for the next few days. You showed up to school late, you’d wear your uniform wrong, you’d talk loudly during class, whatever you could do to be obnoxious. People would be absolutely appalled that the captain of Nekoma’s renowned volleyball team was dating you.

As usual, you went to Nekoma’s practice. Today, you were holding tightly to Kuroo’s hand (“Yaku has some doubts,” he told you that morning. “We’ve got to amp it up.”). You walked into the gym and sat on the sideline, already banned from touching equipment. Truly, you didn’t mind this. The team greeted you as they entered, and you pulled out a notebook to get started on your homework.

Occasionally, you’d grab water for the team but you were so tired from being a nuisance during the day, you really didn’t have energy to interrupt practice. And, although you’d never say this if anyone asked, you got to wear Kuroo’s team jacket and watch him play. He looked so into it, he was having so much fun. You wondered how it felt.

Although previous practices you’d either been removed by Kuroo or chosen to leave when the sunset, tonight you had lost track of time. Before you knew it, the moon was high and the boys were starting to clean up.

“Hey.” Kuroo walked up to you. “You’re still here?”

You pretended you didn’t feel the heat rising to your cheeks when he noticed. You looked to your notes, as if the answer to this situation would be there. “Whoops!” you stuttered with a nervous laugh. “I guess I got distracted watching…I’ll just…go… now…” You hastily stood with your bag, getting ready to leave. The quicker you got home, the less risk there was of someone lurking in the dark.

“Wait a few minutes,” Kuroo said absentmindedly, putting away volleyballs. “I’ll walk you home.”

You wondered if he knew what his words did to your poor heart.

Patiently, you waited by the door watching as he and his team cleaned up the gym. Finally, he grabbed his bag and ushered you out the door with him.

Out of habit, his hand reached to grab yours as the two of you walked. You thought about teasing him, wondering if he needed a thumb to suck, too. But the quiet hum of crickets and the calm sky told you this wasn’t the right time.

Your hand stayed firmly in his the whole walk home.

The next day, you were back to your usual antics. Today you had a magnificent plan. You had eaten an omelet for breakfast this morning, but asked your mother to put extra onion and garlic in it. When you got to school, you made sure everyone knew.

“Hhhhhello darling,” you smiled at Kuroo. He looked like he was about to vomit.

“Did you eat a dumpster? Your breath stinks,” he wafted a hand over his face, trying to dismiss the smell. You smiled sweetly.

“Aww don’t be like that. I just hhhad some garlic. You hhhave got to try omelets with garlic, they are just delicious. Especially hhhomemade,” you trailed on, making sure to drag out all of your h’s so Kuroo got the full effect.

“Wow, look at that. Class is starting,” he turned forward in his seat, discreetly shoving a few mints your way.

To make matters worse, Lev had finally caught wind of your relationship. “You’re dating the captain?” he asked you during lunch (you stopped by to tutor occasionally). You grinned up at the first-year, ready to put your plan in place.

“Yes, he’s really dreamy.” Lev made a face that said he disagreed and it took all your willpower not to laugh. “But he hasn’t kissed me yet. I wonder if I did something wrong…”

As if on cue, Kuroo walked into the first-year classroom, lunchbox in hand. “Oh [F/N], there you are. You wanna eat?” he held up his second meal, looking at you expectantly. You turned to Lev bidding goodbye, but he had other plans.

“Captain, how can you not kiss your girlfriend?” he asked, confused look on his face. “You’re so lucky to have such a pretty girl and you won’t even treat her right…”

Kuroo glared at you, handing you the lunchbox swiftly.

“If you’re not careful, someone might steal her,” Lev teased, but the look on his face was mischievous. You wanted to laugh. He’ll only care if they steal me in the next few days, you thought.

Kuroo opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by the bell. Instead, he smirked in a way that sent chills up your smile. “See you at practice, Lev,” he threatened.

His grip on your hand as you walked back to class was tighter than usual. He looked down at you curiously, trying to figure out what you were planning. “You think I’d kiss someone whose mouth smells like cat shit?” he quips as you walk in class.

Seeing there’s no Yaku around you give your honest reply. “Don’t worry, Tetsurou, I know you wouldn’t kiss me if my mouth smelled like flowers and fairy shit,” you retorted, getting out your schoolwork. “I just want to have a little fun,” you winked.

Too busy getting ready for class, you didn’t hear his quiet protest to your statement.

Class continued as usual. You sat quietly through the day, head occasionally falling. Kuroo stifled a laugh, you looked bored to death. He wondered how much you slept last night.

Partway through English, a note slipped onto his desk. In messy handwriting is said "how much money would you give me to flip this table right here, right now, in the middle of class?" It took willpower not to start laughing right there. He scribbled back quickly "I'll add one more weekend of noodles " and passed the note back to you. He saw you smirk when you read it, and write a hurried reply.

Before the note got back to him, you were on the floor, gripping your thigh in pain, and your desk was on the ground.

Kuroo tried to ignore the fact that from this position everyone could see your striped underwear. Instead he was worried about the incredible look of pain on your face and the curse words stringing from your mouth.

After a moment, you sat up, arm still rubbing your thigh but in a far less incriminating position.

"Sorry," you said sheepishly. "Leg cramp."

The teacher opened their mouth, clearly about to give you a scolding, but Kuroo was one step ahead. He slipped the note, which he still had yet to read, into his bag, and stood up to help clean up the mess you made. He pulled you up to stand, hand gripping your arm to support you.

"I'll bring her to the nurse," he assured the teacher, rushing out of the room.

As soon as you go to the hallway, the two of you burst into laughter. "You're crazy," he assure you. "Absolutely insane."

You smiled at him brightly. "You're just jealous you didn't have the balls to do it yourself," you retorted, tripping over yourself with laughter. "You hate English, anyways."

Kuroo shook his head. "Sure but I wouldn't flash the whole class to get out of it," he said through a fit of giggles. "You're wild [F/N]."

You shrugged. "So where do you want to go now?" You inquired, wandering the halls. Kuroo looked perplexed.

"Well we're not going to the nurse's office and I doubt he's expecting us to go back to class," you smiled at Kuroo. "We've got an hour until practice. Where would you like to go?"

Kuroo felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't know what to say.

You smiled at him, and he wanted to be the only person who got to see you look like that. "I know, come with me." You grabbed his hand and started walking.

He wasn't sure how long the two of you walked for. Five minutes? Ten? Usually, silence with you was deafening. You were always trying to crack a joke or make noise. But this was comfortable. He was comfortable. Finally, the two of you arrived at a park close to Nekoma. It wasn't anything special, really, but it felt private. Like the whole world was put on pause for the two of you.

You sat on the swing, mindlessly rocking back and forth. You were staring at the ground.

"So when all of this is over," you still weren't looking at him. "Do we fake a huge breakup? I mean, the whole school knows at this point." You grinned at him. "Wouldn't want them to think you're stuck with me much longer, would you?"

Kuroo smirked. Whatever you could dish out, he could serve back. "What?" He teased. "Afraid if you stick around much longer you'll fall for me for real?"

Your laughter was music to his ears. He leaned against the swingset, watching you move back and forth slowly. "I would never," you teased back. "I'm far too sophisticated for the likes of you," you assured him, swinging back and forth.

"Right," he nodded. "Polka dot panties scream sophistication. Were they pink, too?"

Your ears turned bright red. “They were striped and blue and I didn’t expect you to look!” you retorted (although the last part was a lie, you were fairly certain everyone in the class was looking)

“Hmm,” Kuroo purred. “They were? I think I’ll have to check…” he walked towards you on the swing, hands out in front of him. You were quick to jump off and run from him, but he chased after you nonetheless.

The two of you ran around the park playfully, going up ladders and down slides and Kuroo pretended to grab at you (if he truly wanted to, you were sure he’d be able to catch up to you). Although you had always been the clumsy one out of the two of you, Kuroo had his moments as well. Soon, he was tripping over his own two feet and bring you down with him.

Somehow, you ended on the ground laughing, Kuroo’s form hovering over yours. It was close, closest you’ve been with someone since you were a little kid on a playground. But the way his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you from truly falling, and the warmth radiating from his body and his huge grin… it was worth it.

Eventually, the two of you calmed down and Kuroo stood, offering you a hand. You accepted quietly. “Back to school?” you suggested. He still had practice. Nodding in agreement, the two of you walked hand in hand back to Nekoma.

When you got to school, there was something noticeably different about the air between the two of you. Although you continued your banter, something had eased the tension. No one on Nekoma’s team was sure what exactly it was, but their captain seemed far more relaxed than he had for months.

During break, Lev walked up to you. “[L/N], has he still not kissed you?” he whispered like it was your little secret. You froze, discreetly reaching for your mints. You hoped Yaku didn’t hear him.

You thought back to the park. He hadn’t kissed you, but somehow it felt more personal than a kiss. “Don’t worry about it, Lev,” you assured him with a friendly smile. “Besides, I think you have bigger things to worry about…” Yaku was walking your way, surely to retrieve the tall first-year.

Kuroo watched the two of you talk and walked over to you. “Is he making you uncomfortable?” he asked defensively. You realized how close he was standing to you and suddenly were awfully glad you grabbed that mint.

“Nope!” you assured. “Why? Jealous?” you grinned, expecting nothing to come of it. Kuroo had to get back to practice anyways.

Instead, he swept down and planted a firm kiss on your cheek. “Just a bit,” he whispered in your ear, before turning around and heading back to practice. The warmth of his breath on your ear and his lips against your cheek lingered. For a moment, you wished this week would never end.

But practice had to end, and Kuroo walked you home like normal. It wasn’t until he was back at his own home, finishing homework, that he remembered the note placed on his desk. He went into his bag to find it and uncrumpled it to see your note, his, and then below it in familiar handwriting…

Are you asking me on a date? I accept

He groaned, throwing the note across the room and covering his face with his hands. Warmth pooled in his chest as he remembered the feeling of his hand in yours and the way you laughed running across the playground… he never wanted it to end.

Although he tossed and turned in bed kept up with thoughts of you and of tomorrow being the last day you’d be ‘fake-dating,’ he eventually fell into a dreamless slumber. After all, the only dreams he had were when he was together with you.

The next morning, you were late for school. Not late like you were later than usual, or you barely got to class, but that you walked in, interrupting the whole class. You were visibly disheveled, and dishing out apology after apology. The teacher took you into the hallway.

It was hard to make out what they were saying, but it was clear you were getting a stern talking-to. Eventually, you made it back into the classroom, awkwardly sitting in your seat and trying to avoid the noisy eyes of your classmates.

You weren’t exactly a class clown, but you were definitely someone who caught everyone’s attention. After spending the whole week drawing eyes to yourself, he wondered why now you decided to hide from it. You had nothing to hide from, he thought.

At lunchtime, he approached you like normal, with an extra lunch in hand. “So, detention?” he asked. You nodded solemnly. “Again?” It had been a while, but for a bit, you were a serial-detention-attendee. It was never really your fault, you were just late and busy and school never really clicked with you. Three years of having class together and Kuroo noticed it, too.

But you’d worked hard to improve your record, and it had been months since your last detention. Still, the slip weighed down on your desk like a metal anchor, dragging you down. You sighed defeatedly.

“Stupid me. I just had to walk my siblings to school… make sure they had lunch money… next time I just won’t show up,” you muttered to yourself. Kuroo furrowed his eyebrows. You weren’t usually one to get down, even when you had rough patches.

“C’mon it’s just some time after school. You’ll be fine,” he guaranteed you, brushing off your concerns. You nodded, smiling weakly.

“Yeah. You’re right,” you mumbled, eating your food dejectedly.

You weren’t very talkative for the rest of lunch.

Kuroo racked his mind, trying to figure out what he could do to make you feel better. He thought about offering you some noodles, but he did enough of that. A card? No, too cheesy…

Before he knew it, it was the end of the day and you were cleaning up the classroom before heading off to your dreaded detention. Kuroo stayed back to help, figuring it was the least he could do.

You’d been strangely quiet all day and Kuroo hadn’t been sure what to do. Finally, when the two of you finished up, he thought it easiest to dismiss himself. The silence between you was deafening.

“I’ll just… see you Monday then…” he trailed off, heading to leave the classroom. It was only the two of you in there.

“Wait,” you called after him. He stopped immediately, turning to face you. Your head was to your chest, staring at your shoes, and your hand awkwardly scratched the back of your head. You spoke quietly, but he listened closely to make out your words. “Could you… I know you don’t have volleyball today but could you maybe… could you wait for me?” You breathed in deeply.

“I can’t let my mom find out I got detention, she’s been so happy lately and if she finds out she’ll… she’ll…” Tears threatened to pour from your eyes. Kuroo didn’t say much, but he could see the stress weighing down on your shoulders.

“C’ mere,” he motioned. You moved towards him slightly, and when you were within arms reach, he tugged at your wrists to pull you into a warm embrace. “It’s okay,” he whispered to you. One arm circled around your waist to secure yourself to him, while the other drew circles soothingly into your back. “You’re going to be okay,” he promised. When he spoke, you actually started to believe it.

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his neck, sobbing quietly. “It’ll be alright,” he promised, kissing your forehead. For a while, the world stopped and you just relished in the comfort of being completely honest and safe in his arms.

Eventually, Kuroo pulled away but kept his forehead pressed to yours. “Hey,” he whispered.

“I got your shirt all wet,” you apologize through tears. His hand moved to wipe at your cheek and he smiled.

“No worries, I looked better without it anyway,” he teased. You laughed tiredly. “I’ll wait for you, and then we can walk home together. We’ll tell your mother we went out on a date, okay?” He owed you at least four.

You nodded, too tired to argue, and wiped away the tears on your cheeks. “Right. I’ll see you at the gate?” Kuroo smiled at you.

“I’ll be waiting.”

True to his word, he was there when you got out of attention. You were started to look more like yourself again, with color in your cheeks and light in your eyes. Still, there was something sad about your demeanor.

You didn’t greet him, and he didn’t greet you, but the two of you fell into step with one another without question. You were simply meant to be side by side at that moment.

“So… the week is up,” you reminded him with a sad smile. Kuroo felt a weight rest on your shoulders. You were right… a week had passed and there was really no reason for the two of you to “date” any longer. But…

“What do you want to do?” he asked you. You were the one who was in a tough spot, and he didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability. He just wanted to see you happy.

You breathed in sharply. You seemed nervous for some reason, and Kuroo prayed silently that he hadn’t been putting pressure on you. “I’ve been thinking actually. About that day at the park.” You turned to face him. He stopped, giving you time to speak.

“I have a confession. Don’t laugh at me?” you asked anxiously. Kuroo grinned at you.

“I’ll always laugh at you,” he promised and you punched his arm playfully. “All right, all right! No laughter from me, not a peep.” He hoped his face didn’t look too hopeful.

“I know I said I wouldn’t, but I think I fell for you for real. Like, really, totally badly,” you admitted, eyes tracing the ground. “And I get that you did this as a joke, and I’m sure you asked me because I’m the one person who you’d never end up dating but I wanted to be honest with you.” Kuroo felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. You looked cute rambling. “And you don’t even have to respond! Or walk me home! We can stage a breakup, or just tell everyone it didn’t work out or-”

There was something warm against your lips.

Kuroo’s lips were against your lips. He pulled away, stupid grin still clear on his soft, cherry-flavored lips.

“Why would I break up with someone I’m head over heels for?”

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R&R quotes I tabbed

*RUIN AND RISING SPOILERS*

key:

{…} = thoughts in book

(…) = my commentary

*…* = action

emojis = expressions

[…] = my subtitles

italics = it’s italisized in the books

-…- = not actually said in book

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Apparat: he should not address you so.

Alina: why not?

Apparat: it was the Darkling’s title and is unfitting for a Saint.

Alina: then what should he call me?

Apparat: he should not address you directly at all.

Alina: next time he has something to say, I’ll have him write me a letter.

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Zoya: are you ever going to name that thing?

Harshaw: she has a name.

Zoya: Oncat is not a name. it’s just Kaelish for cat.

Harshaw: suits her doesn’t it?

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{David and Genya kept falling behind, but he seemed to be the one responsible for the lag. finally, Toyla hefted the huge pack from David’s narrow shoulders.}

Toyla: what do you have in this thing?

David: three pairs of socks, one pair of trousers, an extra shirt. one canteen. a tin cup and plate. a cylindrical slide rule, a chondrometer, a jar or spruce sap, my collection of anticorrosives,-

Toyla: you were only supposed to pack what you need.

David: *nods emphatically* exactly.

Alina: please tell me you didn’t bring all of Morozova’s journals.

David: of course I did.

Alina: maybe they’ll make good kindling.

David: is she kidding? *concerned look* I can never tell if she’s kidding.

Alina: {I was. mostly.}

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Genya: David is oblivious. he’s been babbling about mineral compounds for the last hour.

Zoya: maybe he and Toyla will just put each other to sleep.

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Harshaw: *cuts the sides of his scalp so there’s only hair in a single stripe down the center of his head*

Zoya: *shrieking* what did you do? you look like a deranged rooster!

Harshaw: Oncat insisted.

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Mal: everyone okay?

Genya: never better.

David: *raises his hand* I’ve been better.

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Mal: I am becoming a blade.

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Ekaterina: I saw the prince when I was in Os Alta. he’s not bad looking.

Nikolai: *in the trees* not bad looking? he’s damnably handsome.

Nikolai: *still in the trees* brave in battle, smart as a whip. an excellent dancer. oh, and an even better shot.

Nikolai: *shoots Luchenko between the eyes*

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Nikolai: first vomit, then tears. don’t tell me I’ve lost my touch.

Alina: I’m just happy you’re alive. though I’m sure you can talk me out of it.

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Alina: thank goodness we had the foresight to be captured.

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Nikolai: Saints, Alina. I hope you weren’t looking at me to be the voice of reason. I keep a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.

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Nikolai: we’re heading into Fjerda.

Alina: oh good. enemy territory. and here I was starting to relax.

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Nikolai: it’s good to see you, Oretsev.

Mal: you too. thanks for the rescue.

Nikolai: everyone needs a hobby.

Mal: I thought yours was preening.

Nikolai: two hobbies.

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Nikolai: Baghra, how are you this evening?

Baghra: still old and blind.

Nikolai: and charming. never forget charming.

Baghra: whelp.

Nikolai: hag.

Baghra: what do you want, pest?

Nikolai: I’ve brought someone to visit.

Alina: hello, Baghra.

Baghra: the little Saint. returned to save us all.

Nikolai: well she did almost die trying to rid us of your cursed spawn.

Baghra: couldn’t even manage martyrdom right, could you? come in and shut the door, girl. you’re letting the heat out.

Baghra: *turns to Nikolai* and you. go somewhere you’re wanted.

Nikolai: that’s hardly limiting. Alina, I’ll be back to fetch you for dinner, but should you grow restless, do feel free to run screaming from the room or take a dagger to her. whatever seems most fitting at the time.

Baghra: are you still here?

Nikolai: I go but hope to remain in your heart.

Baghra: wretched boy.

Alina: you like him. *disbelief*

Baghra: greedy. arrogant. takes too many risks.

Alina: you almost sound concerned.

Baghra: you like him too, little Saint.

Alina: I do. he’s been kind to me when he might have been cruel. it’s refreshing.

Baghra: he laughs too much.

Alina: there are worse traits.

Baghra: like arguing with your elders? *turns to Misha* boy, go fetch me something sweet.

(I’m sorry it’s so long it’s just,,, they’re so iconic and cute)

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Alina: how does Nikolai know you’re the Darkling’s mother?

Baghra: he asked. he’s more observant than the rest of you fools.

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Mal: I don’t reserve my friendship for perfect people. and, thank the Saints, neither does Alina.

(did mans just insult himself ?? 💀)

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Genya: *talking about how David didn’t look at her before*

David: I know metal.

Genya: what does that have to do with anything?

David: I...I don’t understand half of what goes on around me. I don’t get jokes or sunsets or poetry, but I know metal. beauty was your armor. fragile stuff, all show. but what’s inside you? that’s steel. it’s brave and unbreakable. and it doesn’t need fixing. *kisses Genya*

Genya: 👁👄👁

Genya: *kisses David back empathcially*

David: *kiss ends* *😳😊*

Genya: *☺️😄*

(they’re the sweetest S&B couple don’t @ me)

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Mal: you can introduce him to Ana Kuya.

Alina: I already unleashed Baghra on Nikolai. he’s going to think I stockpile vicious old women.

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Mal: but I guess I’m the same selfish ass I’ve always been. for all my talk of vows and honor, what I really want to do is put you up against that wall and kiss you until you forget you ever knew another man’s name. so tell me to go, Alina. because I can’t give you a title or an army or any of the things you need.

Alina: goodnight, Mal.

(😳✋🏼)

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Alina: *hits the side of a mountain with the Cut*

Everyone besides Baghra: *claps and whoops*

Baghra: hmph. they’d clap for a dancing monkey.

Nikolai: all depends on the monkey. and the dance.

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Nikolai: does Morozova strike anyone as a little…eccentric?

Alina: if my eccentric you mean insane, then yes. I’m hoping he can be crazy and right.

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Genya: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Nikolai is growing on me. he’s nothing like his father. and the man can dress.

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Nikolai: if you’re going to jump, at least give me time to compose a ballad in your honor. something with lots of sad fiddle and a verse devoted to your love of herring.

Alina: if I wait, I may have to hear you sing it.

Nikolai: I happen to have a more than passable baritone. and what’s the rush? is it my cologne?

Alina: you don’t wear cologne.

Nikolai: I have such a naturally delightful scent that it seems like overkill. but if you have a penchant for it, I’ll start.

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Zoya: toss him over. break his heart cruelly. I will gladly give our poor prince comfort, and I would make a magnificent queen.

Alina: you actually might, Zoya. if you could stop being horrible for a minute.

Zoya: with that kind of incentive, I can manage a minute. possibly two.

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{they wanted a Grisha Queen. Mal wanted a commoner Queen. and what did I want? peace for Ravka. a chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. an end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. there were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy’s arms around me and watch the wind move the clouds. but those dreams belonged to a girl, not to the Sun Summoner, not to a Saint.}

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Genya: the day I curtsy to you is the day David performs an opera naked in the middle of the Shadow Fold.

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Baghra: I am Morozova’s Daughter, and the Darkling is the last of Morozova’s line.

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Alina: or a Ravkan heiress or a Grisha like Zoya.

Nikolai: Zoya? I make it a policy never to seduce anyone prettier than I am.

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Nikolai: I love it when you quote me.

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Genya: you’re the prettiest walrus I know.

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Alina: turned out I needed a good cry.

Zoya: next time, invite me. I could use one too.

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Zoya: do you know what Baghra told me at my first lesson with her? pretty face. too bad you have porridge for brains.

Harshaw: I sent fire to her hut in class.

Zoya: of course you did.

Harshaw: accidentally! she refused to ever teach me again. wouldn’t even speak to me. I saw her on the grounds once, and she walked right by. didn’t say a word, just whacked me on the knee with her stick. I still have a lump.

Nadia: that’s nothing. I had some kind of block where I couldn’t summon for a while. she put me in a room and released a hive of bees in it.

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Mal: same way Ana Kuhn got me to stop begging her to keep a lantern lit at night.

Alina: really?

Mal: yes. told me I had to be brave for you, that if I was scared, you’d be scared.

Alina: well she told me I had to eat my parsnips to set a good example for you, but I still refused to do it.

Mal: and you wonder why you were always getting the switch.

Alina: I have principles.

Mal: that means, ‘if I can be difficult, I will.’

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Zoya: if you’re not up here before I count it ten, I’m going back to sleep and you can carry me to Dva Stolba.

Alina: Mal, if I murder her in the Sikurzoi, will you hold me accountable?

Mal: yes.

Mal: that means, ‘‘let’s make it look like an accident.’

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Alina: *being mad and realistic then apologizing*

Zoya: maybe you’re hungry. I always get mean when I’m hungry.

Harshaw: are you hungry all the time?

Zoya: you haven’t seen me mean. when you do, you’ll require a very big hanky.

Harshaw: to dry my tears.

Zoya: to stanch the bleeding.

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Toyla: he watches her the way Harshaw watches fire. like he’ll never have enough of her. like he’s trying to capture what he can before she’s gone.

Zoya and Alina: 👁👄👁💓

Zoya: you know, if you turned a bit of that poetry on me, I might consider giving you a chance.

Toyla: who says I want one?

Harshaw: I want one!

Zoya: Oncat has a better chance than you.

Harshaw: *holds up Oncat* why, Oncat, you rogue.

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Zoya: you really didn’t think they were ghosts, did you?

everyone: 😬

Zoya: I am surrounded by fools.

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Harshaw: Oncat objects to the landscaping.

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Alina: Mal is the third amplifier.

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[TW: hanging]

{the oak I’d once climbed on a dare still stood, untouched by the fire that had taken Keramzin. now it’s branches were full of bodies. the three Grisha instructors hung from the same thick limb, their kefta fluttering slightly in the wind- purple, red and blue. beside them, Botkin’s face was nearly black above the rope that had dug into his neck. he was covered in wounds. he’d died fighting before they’d strung him up. next to him, Ana Kuya swayed in her black dress, her heavy rings at her waist, the toes of her button boots nearly scraping the ground.}

Darkling: she was, I think, the closest thing you had to a mother.

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(unfinished)

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