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kaistarus · 3 years

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Be My Distraction

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words: 1.3K

Summary: You were supposed to be doing homework. Although you shouldn't have been surprised that Nishinoya was doing everything he could to prevent that from happening.

Notes: Literally just a self-indulgent fic of Noya being adorable and with his hair down because that's him at his prime. This gave me so much serotonin to write so hopefully you get some too <3

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You were supposed to be studying.

Instead you were lying in your bed with Nishinoya tucked under your chin. His arms were wrapped loosely around you with his hands tucked beneath your shirt as he drew lazy circles on your lower back. You were playing with his unruly black hair that for once he left unstyled-too lazy after his post-practice shower to gel it up. Your eyes rested closed as you relaxed in the quiet bliss, moving barely enough to dust your lips against the top of his head.

In response he nuzzled his nose against your collarbone while scooting himself closer to you. At the end of your intertwined legs he began rubbing his sock covered toes against your bare ones. You welcomed the warmth it provided to your always cold feet.

He always did this. The minute you mentioned school he’d feign innocence and begin a cuddle session to distract you.

And every time you’d let him.

“We should probably start studying soon,” you spoke against the crown of his head.

The fingers that danced along your skin froze. “Nah, we’re taking a break.”

“We’ve been taking a break since you got here.”

His annoyed groan vibrated against your chest before he scooted up to lay his head beside you on your pillow. Nishinoya began scanning your face with calculated eyes and if you could tilt your head in question you would. A crooked grin crossed his face before he leaned forward to lazily rub his nose against yours.

“You’re so pretty.”

You had to cross your eyes to watch the action. His eyes were closed and he seemed at peace.

“Say it back,” he mumbled teasingly.

You snorted, gently pushing back the hair that rested against his forehead. You paid special attention to the dyed strands and twirled them between your fingers as you spoke. “You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever met, Noya.”

He captured your hand and languidly brought it to his lips. “I know.”

You dragged his hand to rest it in the small space between you both with a smile. As you began tracing circles into his calloused palm you felt his eyes train on the activity. It always made your stomach flutter nervously when he focused so intently on you, and you wished you could read his mind when he got like that.

Nishinoya’s free hand began tracing your facial features, leaving fire in its wake. He ran his knuckles gradually across your cheek, moving his fingers along your brow bone, and down the bridge of your nose. He landed on your soft lips where he seemingly got lost in his motion of slowly sweeping them along your bottom lip. You felt your face blossom red when his amber eyes flickered to yours before he loosely held your chin to hold you still while he leaned forward.

It had surprised you in the beginning that someone so chaotic could be capable of such control. That Nishinoya could create so much emotion from such a feather light touch. Yet as he smiled against your lips before pulling away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, you were grateful for the level of compassion he ended up putting into the relationship. It was impossible to fight back the dopey smile that graced your lips when he squeezed your still interlocked hands.

“I’m so lucky,” you whispered.

“I think that’s my line.”

You lifted your interlocked hand to cradle his cheek, biting your bottom lip to hold down your giggle at the excitement that sparked in his eyes. He leaned into your touch slightly before attempting to swoop in for another kiss, but at the last second you tilt down so Nishinoya’s lips are met with your forehead. He whined, pulling you back up by your cheeks while adorning an adorable pout.

“You’re incredibly cute,” you said, your hand that once cradled his cheek now squeezing it, “but you need to do your homework, babe.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before wrapping his arms around your midsection to cage you against his chest as he flopped onto his back. You rolled your eyes at his childish antics, your cheek now squished against his bright cotton tee and your arms trapped against your side.

“School sucks. Can’t we just do this?” He asked, his voice reverberating against your cheek.

“You can’t just hold me hostage and hug me for the rest of your life.” You snorted, closing your eyes and relaxing to the sound of his strong heart beating rhythmically against his rib cage.

A too long silence followed before he took a deep breath that lifted you with his rising chest. “That wouldn’t be so bad though, right?”

“I mean, I’d like to leave my room eventually.”

“No, I mean…” He tightened his grip around you and you noticed his heartbeat had quickened. “The ‘rest of your life’ part.”

Your own heart leapt to your throat. His hands slid off as you propped yourself up to face him. He appeared nervous-too uncomfortable to even meet your eyes.

“No,” you shook your head. “I’d actually like it very much.”

The smile he gave you was breathtaking and a complete one-eighty from mere seconds ago. The admiration that filled his eyes made you bury your face into his chest from its intensity. Nishinoya laughed, attempting to pull you back up to him with hands tucked under your armpits.

“Hey, I want a kiss or something at least.” he whined, so you momentarily popped up to peck him on the nose. He blinked, then pushed his lips out to pout. “That doesn’t count and you know it.”

“Too bad,” you said, sticking your tongue out before rolling off his stomach. He made a last minute grab to pull you back on the bed, but you were already on the floor. “Before anything you’ll have to graduate high school.”

He mumbled complaints while you dug through backpacks, pulling out the study materials you’d need to complete the week’s homework. You felt a small tug on your shirt and glanced over your shoulder at Nishinoya, lying on the edge of the bed with a dopey smile. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” He stated.

Your breath hitched and the grip on whichever textbook tightened. The sincerity in his voice felt undeserving and the way he looked at you, pure and unsaturated adoration, you still couldn’t believe it was real. No matter how many times he said those words the moment they left his lips your heart would try to beat out of your rib cage to get to him. He owned that part of you whether he wanted it or not.

You placed the book on the floor and allowed him to pull you toward him. Once close enough you lightly brushed your fingertips along the side of his face before cupping his cheeks, bending over tenderly to give him the kiss he silently begged for. He dragged a hand slowly up the back of your neck and a shiver ran down your spine as he gently tangled his fingers into your hair. You felt him smirk against your lips.

That one kiss turned into two, two into three, and eventually much more time had passed than you had planned. You pulled away out of breath to place your forehead against his to rest. You wanted to be upset at the knowing look in Nishinoya’s eyes, clear that he’d gotten away with no schoolwork, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

You meant it as a promise, but he could take it however he wanted. The way he pulled you down for another kiss though, smiling too cocky for your liking, made you think he understood.

You’d let it slide this time.

All that mattered was that you would be really happy if he distracted you like this for the rest of your life.

#nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya yū #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu!!#this is a repost because the tags haven't been working #fingers crossed :(

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satendou · 4 years

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⟼ make a trade

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⇢ pairing: bokuto kotaro/reader/tendo satori

⇢ au: college!au, poly!au

⇢ summary: tendou is doing his best to give you and bokuto some alone time, but at every turn his plan backfires. dates go awry and he winds up interrupting you more than ever. after another failed date, a twist of luck gives you the solution to his problem.

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⇥ requests are open! | rules

⇢ warnings: two different established relationships, polyamory, mild angst, fingering, double penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

⇢ word count: 7.1k

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⇢ a/n: i know i know, they’re a weird pairing. tell me they don’t give off similar vibes tho. as usual, thank you to the woml @keijiskitten for not only editing this but for hardcore hyping me in her comments. ilysm.

The rain beat a rhythmic tattoo on the top of Tendo’s umbrella as he wandered home, matching his mood and the rapid pace of his heart. Water splashed up with every step, spraying his shoes and the cuffs of his jeans and he wondered idly if they would dry before classes tomorrow. Thunder echoed in the distance, but his pace remained the same.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, he paid little attention to where he was going, choosing to stare at his feet as he wondered, not for the first time, why he wasn’t good enough.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out despite the danger of the rain. The racing of his thoughts quieted down when he saw your smiling face, relief washing through him at the distraction as he hit talk.

You were quiet for a moment, waiting for him to make or break the start of the conversation and, when he said nothing, you sighed. “Hurry home, okay? I have ice cream and Insidious ready to play. I don’t want you getting electrocuted.”

On the other end of the line, you could hear the steady patter of rain and a plethora of unspoken words and feelings. Normally that would have made him laugh.

You hated this, the aftereffects of a failed date or relationship. It took all the life out of your bright and bubbly Tendo, the effect of years of built up insecurities and walls. He was open and sweet as could be to the people he let in, but that trust was fragile.

“Alright.”

That one word spoke volumes about how he was feeling. Whether he was stood up or there was just no interest on their part, it didn’t matter. But he wasn’t crying, which meant that at least it wasn’t another joke date. You had nearly burned down the dorms over that one and after a frantic night of comforting Tendo after you found him, you had gathered up your friends and made a show out of supporting him. It had taken him weeks to recover from that and a lot of nights were spent in your arms, clingy and needy and making sure you were there.

Even if he didn’t tell you as much, you knew that’s what he was doing. That one stupid little prank had sent him back into his own personal hell, one it had taken you months to work him out of in the first place. Trust from him was hard to come by, but he was loyal to a fault once you had it.

“Baby, you know I love you, right?” you asked, and he almost missed it over the rain. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring down at his dirty sneakers as a flash of doubt struck through him. His heart clenched in his chest, the pain almost unbearable as he realized what he was doing to himself.

Suddenly, he just wanted to be home, where you would kiss and hug his insecurities away, proving your words were true and you weren’t just saying them.

“I’ll be home in a few,” he said and hung up. It would have startled you if you weren’t used to it. He tended to act before he thought, and once he set a course it was like it took over. Knowing a few literally meant a few, you returned to the living room, where your own guest lay sprawled across the couch still.

You could see the white frosted tips over the back of the couch, hear his quiet laughter at whatever was playing on the TV, head propped up in his hand. When you sat down in front of him, leaning against his stomach and sighing, he muted it.

“Ah, do you want me to leave? I guess it didn’t go so well,” Bokuto said, wrapping one arm around your waist. He wasn’t usually so perceptive, but it was such a specific sound that he just knew what it meant.

It was an impromptu date for the two of you, what with Tendo having one of his own. You had called him up an hour before and asked what he was doing and whether he wanted to hang out for a while, but with Tendo on his way home… Not that he minded you and Bokuto being together, and they got along great, which was a relief for you. There was a running joke in your group of friends about how one of the world’s seven great mysteries was how the hell you managed to curb the two of them at the same time.

The answer was there was no curbing it, you just watched them burn bright. Pretty sight, usually. The chaotic energy they channeled was amazing, so long as it wasn’t directed at you. Which meant not letting them get bored, which meant you were constantly on the go. Not that that was a bad thing, it was just a lot.

“It didn’t, but it’s storming and your dorm is all the way on the other side of campus,” you answered, running your fingers through his hair. A quick shower after he came in had rid him of the gel he had put in earlier that day-- dummy hadn’t brought an umbrella and the bottom opened just before he reached your apartment. You opened the door to find him absolutely soaked and laughing his fool head off while you ushered him in.

He sat on the couch while you towel dried his hair, leaving it artfully messy and fluffy and god was he ever gorgeous. You had just started making out, one of his hands on your ass and the other sliding up your shirt, when you got a text from Ushiwaka.

‘Tendo texted me. You need to call him.’

“Oh hell,” you groaned, threading your fingers through your hair. That could only mean one thing and sure enough, he was on his way home.

Bokuto hummed, catching your hand and kissing your palm and inner wrist. “If you’re sure it’ll be okay. I know how he gets and I don’t wanna intrude.”

Truth be told, he very much did want to intrude. You and Tendo together was something he had dreamed of more than once, though you both seemed oblivious. Which was absolutely ridiculous given he wasn’t known for his subtlety. And Tendo was supposed to be known for being good at guessing shit. Clearly that only applied to volleyball because he was missing Bokuto’s clear cues.

“Yeah, it’s too late now anyway,” you said as the lock turned with a dull click and Tendo stepped in. He looked unsurprised to see Bokuto there-- if anything he looked a little guilty. The front of his jeans was splattered with mud and there were flecks of water on his waterproof windbreaker. His breath was coming out in pants, indicating he had been running, and he collapsed onto the couch at Bokuto’s feet after dumping his jacket on the back of the loveseat.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. “You ready for some ice cream and horror?”

Flashing Bokuto a grateful look, you scooted down until you were seated practically on top of Tendo. The couch shifted as Bokuto stood, wandering into the kitchen and rifling loudly through drawers and cabinets. You wanted to say it was for show, to let you know he was giving you space, but really it was just how he naturally was.

Boy didn’t know how to do anything quietly.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked, carding your fingers through his hair. The humidity had dampened the gel, his spiky locks falling down onto his forehead. They came away slightly sticky, but you did it again anyway.

Tendo stared at his knees, heaving a sigh. “She took one look at me and made an excuse to leave. Something about how she remembered her mom needed her help with something. Real original, right?”

Poor Tendo. It was a recurring theme throughout his childhood and highschool life. In elementary school, they had called him a monster. In highschool it settled down, but those who hadn’t been able to get past his appearance to see the bright soul underneath still spread rumors, calling him creepy and a freak, a thug and a delinquent. It had eased up once he made his friends on the volleyball team-- no one had wanted to get on Ushiwaka’s bad side.

Volleyball had given him a measure of self-confidence that he had never had, but that was as far as it went. Anyone outside of his circle of friends was met with suspicion, even if he didn’t show it. He was good at putting on a show for strangers, but anyone who knew him knew the difference. You hadn’t managed to get him to agree to a date for almost a year after meeting him, working your ass off to prove to him you wanted it.

It was Ushiwaka who kept you going, promising you that Tendo liked you just as much but he was afraid. “Just give him time, and don’t give up on him. He needs this, _____.”

So, shortly after a year had passed, he finally let you into his good graces and it was like your life had exploded into color. There was never a dull moment with Tendo before, but after he agreed to a date it was like the faucet had gotten stuck on and there was nothing anyone could do to turn it off.

Everything Tendo did was done with some measure of erratic carelessness, right down to getting dressed in the morning. Dragging you along to games and on dates without asking was something you had grown used to. Seeing everything the way he did came later, when you reached the point in your relationship where your thoughts synced up and you knew what the other was thinking without even having to think.

It didn’t matter that it had been years since you first got together, you still received texts throughout the day that held no coherent meaning, but you understood nonetheless to mean I love you. Whether it was a phrase in the book he was reading for lit class or the way the sun reflected off the screen of his phone, if he was reminded of you you were sure to find out.

You still woke up in his arms every morning, long legs tangled with yours, drool at the corner of his mouth as he snored softly into your ear. It made no difference if you had gone to bed angry with one another, you always woke up surrounded by warmth and strong arms.

So why were you the only one who could see that?

“I’m sorry, baby. She clearly doesn’t know a good thing when she sees one, if she did that,” you said, a familiar phrase versed a hundred different ways every time he came home after a failed date.

Being completely honest, you had no idea why Tendo continued to agree to them. You admired him for persevering and not giving up, but his determination to try was somehow disheartening. Not that you were afraid he was trying to replace you, god knew that was the last thing on his mind, but you didn’t understand what he was aiming for. Even when you asked, he’d just shrug.

“Just playin’ the field, princess. No real reason.”

That obviously just wasn’t true, because otherwise he wouldn’t be so torn up over others’ judgments and assumptions.

His head fell to your shoulder, arms winding around your waist, releasing a long sigh into your neck. “Yeah, I know.”

It really didn’t sound like he knew, and he really didn’t feel like he knew either. The only thing he was sure of was you, the only constant good thing in his life. Besides Ushiwaka and volleyball and apparently Bokuto, but those just weren't the same.

The couch shifted beside you once again and you lost your balance. Only Bokuto’s hand at your back kept you upright, and you paused to readjust. Tendo followed suit, moving around you like a jellyfish until you were settled into Bokuto’s side, his head resting on your lap as you continued to stroke his hair.

The opening scene to The Hills Have Eyes played on the TV, the tub of ice cream Bokuto had spent 15 minutes getting out of the freezer thawing on the table beside three spoons.

“Everybody ready for some scares?” Bokuto asked, slinging his arm around your shoulders. This was new territory for him. While the three of you would sometimes spend time together studying or hanging out with friends, a whole date night was something that had never come up. Especially not after a backfired date. Usually if that happened Bokuto would book it at your request, leaving you to clean up the pieces of your partner.

Tendo hummed, his sleepy eyes half-closed, long fingers intertwined with yours on your thigh, almost touching Bokuto’s. You pressed play on the movie and silence lapsed as the opening credits played, Bokuto opening the tub of ice cream and digging out a spoonful. He offered it to you, and you giggled around the mouthful, way too big for you. Tendo looked up and smiled a little in response to the sound and sat up, receiving a spoonful in his face as well.

Taking it like a champ, he swallowed it before saying, “I’ll be right back. Gonna go change.”

The light in the bedroom flicked on and you paused the movie while Bokuto took a bite, tempted to get up and follow after him. But he was lightning quick and settled back down beside you before you could make a decision, pressing play once again.

Bokuto slid his arm from around your shoulders when Tendo pulled you in close, nuzzling his nose into your hair. The rain still thundered outside, indicating a long and miserable walk home if he wanted to leave. Which, being honest, he didn’t. He liked being with you and Tendo and, though he couldn’t tell for sure, thought Tendo liked having him around too. At least, he assumed that because he assumed everyone liked having him around.

Can’t be wrong if he isn’t aware of it, right?

It more than surprised him-- even though he was casually watching from the corner of his eyes-- when you leaned back into his side, Tendo’s elbows digging into his ribs from the combined weight of both of you. Tendo’s face was still hidden in your neck, and he didn’t shy away from the contact, while your head tilted at a very awkward angle to meet his eye, giving him a sly smirk.

Maybe Bokuto wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was being.

Which was absolutely true, it had just taken you awhile to figure out if Tendo would be okay with it. Also, if asked, you would swear it was Tendo who had pushed you into him, and he wouldn’t deny it either.

Tendo wasn’t unaware of Bokuto at all. The former ace of Fukurodani-- and current ace of his college team-- was hard to miss. Frosted spiky tips, sharp yellow eyes that appeared scary until he opened his mouth and said something utterly stupid, an easygoing personality and muscles for days were all things Tendo could appreciate. That he made you happy was just a really, really amazing bonus and was one of the reasons he liked Bokuto in the first place.

The other reason being, of course, that he didn’t treat Tendo like an outsider when they first met. Nothing about his strange appearance or name had troubled him and, if anything, seemed to draw Bokuto to him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why at first, but he liked Bokuto right from the start. It was a lot like how he had latched onto Ushiwaka when they first met and assumed it was just his open acceptance of him.

You later pointed out that it was because the two of them were too similar. “Two chaotic entities occupying the same space. Thank god you get along or you’d destroy the world,” you had said when he brought it up to you. That had made him laugh hard enough to cry, but it also seemed to fit the way the others viewed them when they got together.

“Oh god everyone run, they’re together again.”

“Someone call _____ or they’re gonna burn the mall down.”

Etc., etc., he couldn’t remember what else they’d said. Not that it mattered, because when he was with the both of you he felt right.

And when you had started dating Bokuto, he hadn’t been bothered because it still felt right. Until he realized that the two of you would probably want some alone time and he found himself with a lot of free time-- and doubts. Unable to process those doubts-- his mind was always too muddled and on the go to really nail down a problem-- he settled on finding his own second partner, hoping that doing so would calm his erratic thoughts.

And that obviously did not work because every time he tried to go out, he would end up interrupting your date with Bokuto. Even though you said it was fine and never seemed angry, it seemed like his attempts to give you a little bit of range were backfiring, and every time he wondered if this was going to be the night that you let him have it.

“What, ‘Tori?” you asked, breaking your eye contact with Bokuto to look down at the red head in your arms. You could hear him muttering something that sounded vaguely like an apology, but it was muffled by the sound of the TV and his face hidden in your neck.

Bokuto looked curious when you looked back up at him, brows quirked in confusion and a question in your eyes. You looked adorable, and he snickered into his hand. He could never take anything too seriously, after all and, even though you looked concerned it was outweighed by the cuteness factor.

“I--” Tendo started, drawing both of your attention. He pulled back, kneeling up between your legs and scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry, you know. For always interrupting your dates. I’ve been trying to give you some space but it just seems like it happens more when I do. It really isn’t intentional.”

The childlike fear as he looked anywhere but at the two of you would have been amusing if he didn’t sound so nervous. Instead it just broke your heart that he thought he had to remove himself to make you happy. Of course, that was typical of Tendo. If you weren’t getting it from him, he thought it meant you didn’t need him around.

You really should’ve noticed sooner. Tendo had never dated around before you started seeing Bokuto. It was so obvious to you now, after it had already been explained to you, and you cursed yourself.

Before you could say anything, Bokuto’s laughter broke the silence and two sets of eyes whipped around to him. His hand covered his eyes as his shoulders shook, the sound somehow both light and condescending and you weren’t sure what it meant.

When he finally looked back up, he was staring directly at Tendo.

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be so observant you sure are oblivious sometimes. We never said we didn’t want you around. You just went off and assumed that was the case. Did you consider we might want you here?” he asked, resting his cheek on his curled fist, vivid yellow eyes locked on vermillion.

Tendou sank down a little, hands resting on your knees, but he couldn’t look away from Bokuto. “I don’t know. I guess I never really did.”

Bokuto finally broke eye contact just to roll them, a single, fluid motion that you couldn’t hope to do in a million years. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be so good at reading people, you really are oblivious.”

“You said that already. You’ve been hanging out with Kuroo too much. Do you even know what oblivious means?” Tendo asked, his voice lighter than it had been all night. It suddenly felt like his dark world had exploded with light and color, returning to him his happiness.

“No, but did I use it right?” Bokuto asked, leaning forward and it was like a switch flipped and all three of you were laughing, pure and unadulterated, until tears streamed down your cheeks and you had to stop for fear that you’d die because you couldn’t breathe.

You had ended up with your head in Bokuto’s lap as you wiped your tears away, Tendo having fallen down to lay his on your stomach while he took in wheezy breaths. Bokuto was the last to stop laughing, his arm tossed over his eyes while he gasped for air.

Carding your fingers through Tendo’s soft locks, you asked, “So does this mean you’ll stop going out with all these people that don’t know what they’ve got, Sato? I can’t stand seeing you hurting because of them. And all because you think you need to give me space. As if you’ve given me an ounce since we started dating.”

Tendou laughed lightly again, his eyes closing as he traced patterns into the skin of your stomach, exposed where your shirt had ridden up while you were rolling around.

I love you.

Mine.

My sunshine.

Those were just a few of the things he thought of you on a daily basis, the most prevalent in his mind when your face flashed in his mind-- which was a very frequent occurrence, if he was being honest. If Tendo didn’t think about you at least once every ten minutes, he considered his day wasted. Which doubled if he added Bokuto into the mix, and he did. Often.

You giggled, wiggling a little as it tickled, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he started to actually tickle you, pinning your hips down so you couldn’t get away.

Two more hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling them away from where you were tugging at Tendo’s hair and smacking his arms and back, trying to get him to stop, and you wailed in despair. “This isn’t fair. Stop, stop please, I’m gonna--”

God if that begging didn’t sound awfully familiar. You sounded just like you did when he didn’t stop fucking you after you’d came.

Oops.

Tendo was the first to notice, his hand grazing over the hard tent in Bokuto’s shorts, and he stopped short to stare first at it then up at him. You didn’t notice that the tickling had stopped for a moment, stomach still tensed and ready for it to continue. When you finally opened your eyes, you found the two of them locked in a steady gaze and were confused by the sudden intensity.

“Can you blame me? Did you hear the sounds she was makin’? I mean, that was hot as fuck,” Bokuto said with a shrug and your cheeks flushed hot as you realized what he meant.

“Well it wasn’t my fault,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. You weren’t really upset and they both knew it, now grinning at each other. It wasn’t exactly what either of them thought would happen tonight but were either of them going to complain?

The hands that wrapped around your upper arms and tugged you up said no, and so did the hands that skimmed up your sides tickling as they pushed your shirt up. And what were you going to say, trapped between two of the most gorgeous men you could imagine? It was a literal dream come true-- you had dreamt about it on more than one occasion and woken up in a heated sweat.

Tendo liked those nights, even if he didn’t know the reason behind it.

Lifting your arms above your head, you let Bokuto pull your shirt off over your head, leaving your breasts to Tendo’s heated lips wrapping around your nipple. A familiar hand cupped your other breast, pinching and rolling that nipple between rough and calloused fingers and you craned your neck back.

Bokuto instantly knew what you wanted, his lips colliding with yours and swallowing the little gasps that had been leaving your lips. He didn’t know what kind of lover Tendo was, but you had certainly never complained about him, and wondered how their styles would mix.

Fingers wrapped around his, pulling his hand from your breast and he snatched it away, using it to cup your chin instead. The hand that had been on your hip, holding you steady, replaced the breast Tendou had just abandoned, occupying the wet, sensitive bud with his fingers. Your back was arched away from his chest, moaning into his mouth as he tasted you.

Tendou had engulfed your other nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue as he rubbed your pussy outside the fabric of your shorts.

“No panties, huh, princess?” he asked, hot breath ghosting over your wet nipple and making you shiver. The shorts hid none of the wetness you were leaking, the smooth fabric feeling rough against your clit and you trembled as Bokuto’s breath hit your ear.

“Were you plannin’ to have your way with me tonight, kitten? Thought I’d fuck this pretty pussy before Satori came home?” he whispered, nipping the shell sharply while he pinched your nipple.

You jerked in his hold when Tendo kissed the soft flesh of your inner thighs, not even realizing he’d gotten down there until you felt his teeth. He nuzzled the area now sporting a red mark, taking in the smell of your coconut body wash, hands sliding up over your hips and hooking in the waistband of your shorts. When they were off, he gave you just one long, slow lick up your slick folds before he pulled back.

“Get on your knees, princess,” he commanded as he shed his own shirt, lanky torso flexing and stretching as he pulled it over his head. While you followed his order, he and Bokuto undressed, shedding clothes and dropping them right next to the couch.

You inhaled sharply through your nose when Bokuto settled back down behind you, the hard length of his cock poking between your legs, grazing your wet outer lips. His hands roamed over your torso, taking a handful of your tits and squeezing your hips until Tendo settled in front of you, and for the first time they paused, looking at each other over your shoulder.

Bokuto reacted first, beckoning to Tendo with his finger, who leaned closer to your shoulder. You automatically shifted out of the way, hands coming to rest on his arm and chest to balance yourself.

The first kiss was hesitant and soft, testing the water to see if it was what they wanted. It was, Tendo’s chapped lips parting to glide across Bokuto’s soft ones-- the result of religious use of chapstick. He responded instantly, tongue poking out to meet Tendo’s and you could feel the reaction in the way they squeezed you tighter, until one of Tendo’s hands left, carding his fingers through Bokuto’s limp grey locks.

The taste of ice cream lingered on their tongues when they pulled apart, pupils blown wide with a newfound lust for each other, wide eyes locked. Definitely new territory, as Tendo had never managed to snag a date with another man before.

Not that he had tried particularly hard-- he just didn’t try to date anyone, until you.

And now here he was, making out with Bokuto of all people. Wild.

Bokuto was the first to turn his attention back to you, distracted by the way your hips moved, gliding your slick folds along his cock. He sighed into your neck, kissing and licking the juncture of your shoulder as he began to rock his to meet yours, applying more pressure to your clit.

Your little hitched gasps and pants were music to their ears, Bokuto whispering against your skin, “You’re so wet for us, kitten. Did that turn you on? You’re dripping all over my cock.”

“How do we want her?” Tendo asked, sliding his cock in beside Bokuto’s, and you shivered as they talked about what they wanted to do to you.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna take this pretty ass. How does that sound, beautiful?” he asked low into your ear. His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of your ear and sparks flew down your spine.

Tendo smirked when your lips parted, looking up at him with wide eyes. Leaning over you, he grazed his lips over yours, laughing in his throat at the way you followed after him, seeking more. “You gotta tell him what you want, princess. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded, a low whine leaving your lips. “Yes, Ko, please that sounds so good.”

The slow movements over your slit stopped, the heat of his cock receding to be replaced with long, lithe fingers, and you instantly recognized them as Tendo’s. “And how does it sound if I fuck this pretty pussy, princess? You want both of us inside you at once?”

Once again you nodded, fingers tightening and nails digging into Tendo’s upper arm as his fingers probed inside of you, stretching your walls around two at once. You were already so wet you didn’t even flinch, moaning his name as Bokuto’s warmth disappeared from your back.

Heavy footsteps receded, barely noticed in your pleasured state, but Tendo watched over your shoulder as he stomped, proudly naked, down the hall into the bedroom. There was some rustling, like he was rifling through something, before he appeared again, bottle in hand.

Tendo knew it was there, but wasn’t something he’d bought nor used very often. But when he found it one day and asked, he’d hardened instantly when you told him Bokuto was more of an ass man than a pussy man. The filthy way you said that had led to several rounds in bed, during which he found out just why Bokuto liked it so much.

The snap of the plastic cap fell on deaf ears as Tendo continued to plunge his fingers into your tight heat, thumb circling over your clit with every thrust. You were practically dripping down his wrist and he knew when Bokuto had started by the way you clenched down on his fingers, a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

Behind you, Bokuto pressed his slicked up finger to your tight entrance, circling and massaging until you were wet enough to slide into. You squeezed down around him, a small, needy whine filling his ears while you fell forward into Tendou’s chest. Your fingernails bit into his skin, leaving angry crescent marks and you tried to focus on the feel of three fingers pumping in and out of you, gathering up your slick wetness and stretching you open.

A second finger pressed into your ass, scissoring just enough to feel mindblowing, while a third slid into your pussy and just thinking about how many fingers were fucking you was enough to send thrills of pleasure to your toes.

“God, princess, you look so beautiful,” Tendo whispered, his eyes narrowed as he watched your lips part and your skin turn pink. Each moan made his cock throb, dripping precum and aching to be inside you, but he would wait until Bokuto was ready. All he could think about was the whines and moans you would give them as they both filled you up at the same time, fluttering around them with no way to escape. Not that you would try-- you were practically begging them already, your pretty lips open and shiny as you licked them.

He leaned over to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping, eliciting another moan from you.

Or maybe it was Bokuto that did that, a third slicked up finger probing into you, intensifying the stretch as he opened your ass up to be able to take his cock. He knew exactly how much you needed, how much you could take, and he couldn’t wait until you were ready to swallow him up. He could feel Tendo’s fingers bumping against his as they thrust inside of you in tandem, the sounds of your slick pussy and ass making his mouth water.

The pads of Tendo’s fingers were rough, brushing against the soft spot inside of you in time with your clit and you could steadily feel your orgasm closing in, moaning into his mouth as your nails dug into his shoulder. It was one thing to cum around a toy while Bokuto fucked your ass-- it was quite another to cum around his fingers while Tendou fingered your cunt and you tricked yourself into your orgasm with the thought, crying and whining against his lips while your thighs trembled with the urge to snap closed. Your hips rocked, unable to escape their assault, Bokuto spreading his fingers more before easing them out of you.

They were replaced with the head of his dripping cock, throbbing with need and more than ready to feel you wrapped around him.

Tendo followed suit, lining himself up with your dripping hole, dragging his tip up and down your sensitive slit and feeling you quiver. He smirked down at you, vermillion eyes half lidded in amused pleasure, and took in your blissed out, blank expression.

The snap of the lube bottle caught his attention again, followed by the sounds of Bokuto fucking his own hand, lubing his cock up. He wiped his fingers off on his shirt, mindless of the fact that he’d need to wear it later.

While you waited, Tendo decided to make use of your mouth. Sliding the fingers still covered in your essence between your parted lips, he commanded, “Suck.”

Your plump lips immediately wrapped around them, tongue laving and teeth grazing the pad, staring up at him with the widest, most innocent expression you could manage. He could see right through it.

“You ready, kitten? I can’t wait anymore. Need to feel you,” Bokuto said, a low groan riding in his throat as he nudged his tip into you, just waiting for you to give the okay, and Tendo slid his fingers from between your lips.

“Ko, fuck yes. Give me your cock,” you moaned, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair.

His lips parted against your shoulder, a shaky breath of air puffing over your skin as he followed your command. You trembled and moaned in his hold as he slid into you, his cock stretching you further still even after all the prepping he did with his fingers. Your ass offered little resistance, giving into his throbbing cock and you whined, toes curling in pleasure until he was seated deep inside you.

Tendou gave you one warning nudge before he pushed inside your slick cunt, splitting your pussy open with a wet noise and a groan, your walls fluttering uselessly around him. Your eyes rolled back, thoughts nonexistent beyond Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, until his hips met yours and stilled.d

Both men’s breathing was erratic, fingers white knuckled on your hips and sides, squeezing tight enough that they were going to leave marks come the morning, not that any of you cared. All you could focus on was the incredibly full feeling, their cocks twitching every time you fluttered around them.

Bokuto released another stuttery moan, the first to thrust slowly in and out of you, testing to make sure you could take it. When all you did was moan, tugging his hair and arching your back into Tendo, he cursed, rough hands sliding up over your ribs and cupping your tits. Your hips stuttered when he pinched your nipples, keening in the back of your throat. “What a slut, taking us so easily like this. How do we feel, kitten? You’re so tight, squeezing around me. Gonna cum in this pretty ass tonight.”

You couldn’t think of a coherent response, whimpering out only a raspy, “So good, so big, feels so good, Ko.”

Tendo tentatively rolled his hips as well, watching your eyes flutter and roll, lips parting as you cried out, both of them stuffing themselves inside you at the same time. The only thing you could do was hold on, your head tilted back on Bokuto’s shoulder as they picked up their erratic pace, not setting a solid one and you couldn’t figure out if they were doing it on purpose or not, but it was working. Sometimes they were both buried deep inside of you, sometimes they synced up so that only one of them was in you at a time, but they kept a tight hold on your tits and hips, keeping you from taking control.

The sloppy sounds of their thrusts into your wet holes overshadowed the movie still playing in the background, only getting louder the faster they pounded into you. Tendo bucked up, grinding deep into you, the coarse curls at the base of his shaft tickling your clit while the head of his cock kissed your cervix, and a sharp jolt of pleasure careened through you.

Both reacted, hard cocks jerking inside of you, and Tendo repeated the motion on the next thrust and you called his name like a plea, nails dragging down the back of his neck. A string of babbles left your lips, their names mixed with cries for more, harder, deeper. They gave you as much as they could, cocks slamming in and out of you as fast as their muscles would allow, the wet slap of their hips against yours a constant sound on top of the ones leaving your lips.

Abandoning your breast, one of Bokuto’s hands slid down, grazing Tendo’s flexing abs to cup your clit, rubbing rough circles around it and you flinched, the already intense pleasure overwhelming.

You came around them with no other warning than a sharp cry, surprising them and they hilted inside you at the same time, turning your cry into a scream, back taut and eyes clenched tightly closed. White flooded your brain, vaguely aware of the hearted moans in your ears as they came, warmth filling you, and their stiff cocks throbbing inside of you.

For a moment afterwards, none of you moved, too focused on the rapid pace of your heart and your erratic breathing. Sweat covered your skin, covering the lovebites and scratch marks you had each left behind on each other. Bokuto’s face was hidden in your shoulder, his chest heaving against your back with uneven breaths, and Tendou’s forehead rested on yours, eyes closed as he too fought to regain his breath.

Bokuto was the first to speak, a broken and huffy, “Wow*.”

You laughed, lacing your fingers between his and squeezing. “Wow is not enough to describe that. You need to expand your vocabulary.”

Tendo huffed at your antics, his sweet breath fanning across your face as he said, “That was absolutely min dblowing. Exquisite. Fantastic. Do any of those work?”

“Much better,” you answered, and almost fell back as Bokuto stood up off the couch. Your legs were too wobbly to hold yourself up properly, and his hand on your back guided you to sit down. You could feel the mess seeping from between your legs and cringed at the idea of getting it all over the couch. Looking up to Bokuto, you said, “I need to go to the bathroom and clean up. Um, help?”

With a laugh, he pulled you up by the hand and lifted you into his arms, carrying you down the hall to the bathroom. You could hear Tendo cackling from the couch at your annoyed whining, smacking Bokuto’s hard muscles. Not that you were really upset, it was just embarrassing that your legs literally refused to work.

After a session in which you got a bit dirtier before you got clean, you were bundled up on the couch again, splayed out over Bokuto’s broad chest while Tendo was squeezed in behind you. His arm was draped over your side, idly tracing patterns into Bokuto’s skin-- as he had neglected to put on a shirt-- his head resting on his shoulder.

You had foregone the previous movie and moved onto The Grudge, the melted ice cream thrown back into the freezer in hopes of salvaging it. Tendo was gonna be pissed if it wasn’t.

Your eyes fluttered shut, half-listening to Bokuto and Tendo’s quiet conversation over your head.

“So, we were gonna go to Tokyo for break. Kuroo and Kenma are going for a gaming convention and invited us along. Akaashi is going too. I know you said you didn’t want to come, but maybe that’s changed?” Bokuto asked, his fingers petting over your wet hair. In the glare from the TV, he could see the insecurity return to Tendo’s eyes, though he tried not to show it.

“Are you sure? I wasn’t gonna go because I was trying to give the two of you--”

The steady rhythm over your hair stopped and your eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking onto the TV. The Grudge was in the corner, staring down at the old woman, making that awful noise, and you shut them again, trying to block out the sound with your partners’ voices.

Bokuto had covered Tendo’s mouth with his hand, cutting him short before he could finish saying “space.”

“It’s the three of us now, if you want it to be. And yes, we want you to go. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Sa-toh-ri,” he said, repeating the name the way Tendou had so many times on the court.

He hadn’t realized Bokuto was listening to him that closely and flushed with warmth.

“Alright, sure. It sounds like fun. Do you know what they’re doing?”

The sounds of the TV and their voices faded, a smile adorning your face as you fell asleep to the knowledge that Tendo had finally realized he was good enough, if only for the right people. It was all you had wanted for him, and if Bokuto was the one to help him figure that out, it was all the better.

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The Forgotten: Blood Moon Rising Chapter 3

He lounged in his chair, allowing it to turn from side-to-side as he surveyed the boy who that found his way into the office. His height bordered on the edge of lanky. As he sat his long fingers fidgeted, shoving shoulder length brown hair out of dark eyes. The aristocratic features held an air of familiarity, but he couldn’t quite place the boy’s face.

As he watched the boy’s hands dropped, tapping over his thighs.

“Where exactly did you come from?” Alaric tilted his head, taking pity on the boy.

“I… uh…” he rubbed his hands over his pants, “I doubt you would believe me.”

“You have walked into a school for the supernatural of which I am the headmaster,” he straightened up, tapping the desk with his pen. “I have been witness to the impossible for nearly twenty years, and that was before my daughters were magically implanted in their mother. There is very little I wouldn’t believe. Now why don’t you tell me where you came from? It’s not every day that we do a headcount of students and come up with an extra body.”

“Would you believe that I was dead yesterday, Dr. Saltzman?” He met the man’s eyes. “Or is that stretching your tolerance too far?”

“This is New Orleans,” Alaric’s eyebrows rose, “people have a tendency to not stay dead in this city. I suppose that means you’re a witch, then?”

“How did you…?”

“Dead yesterday, and alive today?” He tilted his head. “Alive today after a blood moon rose over the city.”

“For those who know how to use it the blood moon is a powerful celestial event,” he lowered his eyes. “I seized the opportunity to return to the land of the living, but time has passed and I… I find I no longer know this world.”

“Judging by your clothes you’ve been dead a long time,” Alaric joined his fingers together, glancing at the wool trousers. There was something the boy was hiding, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Are you going to make me leave?” He inhaled sharply, pushing his hair behind his ear.

“We’re not in the business of turning away children in need,” Alaric opened his desk drawer and pulled out a couple of forms, “besides, if I don’t let you stay where are you going to go?” He smiled gently and clicked open his pen. “Let’s start with your name.”

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A few strands of hair caught on her lip gloss as she tilted her head to balance the phone between her shoulder and ear; her fingers itched to brush it aside, but her grip on the awkward pile in hand meant the hair was doomed to tickle her skin.

"So somebody broke into the crypt?" She hoisted her supplies higher, muttering under her breath: "I swear, one of these years I'm going to take advantage of winter break."

"You say that every year, darling,” Kol lowered the air conditioner.

"If you can remember that you can remember to remind me of it,” she rolled her eyes. "And yes, I know you did. Do you think the break in had anything to do with the elemental typhoon last night?"

"I think there's a chance it wasn't a break in."

"What do you mean?" Elena pushed the mansion door open with her hip, pausing in the entry.

"Why don't I meet you for brunch after your first class and I'll explain."

"Alright, I love you."

"I love you."

She heard the clicks, signifying the end of call, and wiggled her shoulder until the phone settled on the top grimoire.

She swayed, trying to realign her burden.

"Do you require assistance, ma'am?"

"Oh please don't call me ma'am,” Elena grimaced, “it makes me feel old."

"Sorry,” the boy cleared his throat.

"Aren't you over a century old?"

"Erik Mikaelson,” she fixed her son with a mock glare, "just because you're back at boarding school doesn't mean I won't ground you. Who's your new friend?"

"This is Henry,” Erik gestured to the boy with shoulder length hair, "he's new. Henry, this is my mom, she teaches spell science and traveller magic."

"And Kemiya to the upper years,” Elena smiled. She looked Henry up and down as her eyes drew together. "I didn't know we were expecting any new students. It's nice to meet you, Henry, and thank you,” she shook her head, nodding down, “but I've got this; I'll let you get back to your tour."

"See you in class, mom."

Elena nodded once and then took off down the hall for the spell labs. She picked the pace when she heard a loud bang, hastening towards the plume of violet smoke..

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Stefan surveyed the damage again, getting one final look at his car’s ruined window.

"Do you two wanna be left alone?" Lexi placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. It was difficult to make the gesture reach her eyes. He had an unhealthy obsession with the Porsche; she suspected he was more upset about the car than the 'Damon-kabob'.

"She’ll be good as new by the time we get there,” Damon sighed, leaning his hip against the new car Stefan had insisted on. "And if we wanna get there by nightfall we've gotta go."

"Are windows like that even legal?" Lexi moved, pressing her palm to the dark glass.

"Depends on the state," he crossed his arms. His voice took on a sing song tone. "If luck is on my side then they won't work and you'll be a pile of ash by the freeway."

"Damon!"

"Nothing against you, babe,” he slid into the car.

"If feels like it.” She opened the back door and made herself comfortable, pushing some heavy blankets aside; if necessary they would shield her from the sun. She waited for Stefan to get in before leaning over the centre console, turning the back of her head on Damon. "Where exactly are we going because this doesn't feel permanent, and I really don't want to spend my limited time in a confined space with the dick that killed me."

"It wasn't personal,” he grumbled, turning over the ignition.

"Can it, Damon!” She drove her elbow back, cracking a rib.

"I don't want you spending what little time you have in the dark,” Stefan grinned, nudging her with his shoulder. "You are going to feel the sun on your face again, and if I have my way,” he squeezed her hand, "this will be permanent."

"You got some powerful witch up your sleeve?” She snickered.

"I got a couple who owe me a pretty big favour,” his smile threatened to split his face, "Damon doesn't want to see them."

"He turned my bones to dust last time."

"I love him already,” Lexi smirked.

"Kol will leave you alone as long as you don't flirt with or antagonize either of them.”

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Erik led the way over the yard, pointing to each place as he explained the purpose of them. So far they had visited the stables, greenhouses, and dorms and were now on the final leg of the outdoor tour.

"This is the field," he followed the edge, “we play all sorts of sports, but the school favourite is Wickery. It was a joint project between my mom and aunt Caroline, and it's the closest you're ever gonna get to real life Quidditch."

"Quidditch?” Henry frowned, tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue.

"Yeah, you know," he prompted, "the famous game from Harry Potter? What rock have you been living under?"

"One that kept me ignorant of popular culture," he drawled, rolling his eyes.

The gesture was achingly familiar.

"I didn't mean anything by it,” he held out his hands. “I tend to speak before thinking sometimes, Mom says I get it from Dad."

"I have a couple of brothers like that,” Henry chuckled.

"You have brothers?" He started walking backwards, leading the way to the mansion.

"I have four brothers, and two sisters."

"Woah,” his jaw dropped. "That's gotta be chaotic. I've got one sister and three cousins, and Christmas is crazy."

"A lot of them are older, so it wasn't that bad, but I haven't seen any of them in a long time.” He smirked, and when he spoke again it was in a tone Erik knew and didn't. "I doubt they even remember what I look like."

"Oh," he frowned. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be,” he waved a hand. “It wasn't anyone's fault. Sometimes things happen and you end up at a school you never thought you'd be at. How'd the school get here anyway?"

"Josie tells this story better,” he warned, "but I'll give it a try.” He turned around when Henry nodded and laid his hand on the deck.

“Long ago the mansion belonged to the old governor before my family took possession of it. It sat untouched for a long time until Eve and Hope were ready to start school.

"Mom wanted them to have a normal experience with other kids, but everyone agreed normal school was out of the question. And since nobody wanted them to stifle who they were Mom and Dad teamed up with my aunts and uncles and the only educator they actually knew. Within a year they opened the Mikaelson Boarding school.

"It grows every year, and my family takes turns funding. This year it's Uncle Elijah."

"That was pretty good."

"Jo still tells it better,” he shrugged. "Come on, I'll show you the classrooms."

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"Do you think my dad's mad?” Eve stared at her petri dish, mesmerized by a swirling path her stir stick created through the thick gel.

"No way," Hope tilted her own dish. scrutinizing the contents. “Uncle Kol yells when he's mad."

"He didn't yell when we caused that explosion and knocked a gaping hole in the kitchen wall,” she chewed her bottom lip. "Or that time I switched out spell ingredients without telling him and the table melted.” She hadn't known wood could react like that. "I don't think my dad's ever yelled at me – except for that time when I was crossing the street and a car came out of nowhere, but that was more a yelling at the driver thing."

"I don't think he's mad."

"He confined us to the school; we're effectively grounded."

"Well, you are,” she smirked. Her smile faltered when her phone buzzed. "And now I am too."

"Your dad?” She sat down her dish.

"And mom."

"So he's mad," Eve snatched up a scalpel. “Why else would our grounding have no end in sight?"

"Maybe...” Hope lowered her voice to a whisper. "He wanted us safe. The school has wards, and that ring... that ring shook him up.”

Hope unbuttoned her sleeve, rolling up her sweater and the white shirt to expose her wrist.

"And I know you don't want to admit it, but you're happy to be back here because what happened shook you."

"Alright everybody,” Elena clapped her hands for their attention, "pick up your scalpels and turn to your lab partner. Draw a shallow cut over their wrist then administer your gel; if you've done your job right then the wound will heal."

Hope hissed along with half the class when the blade was drawn over her skin.

"Do you think he told mom?” Eve dropped her scalpel and caught a dab of the gel, carefully wiping it over the cut.

"I think we'll know when he does." The gel cooled and her skin knit together underneath. "Confining us to school feels like half a punishment. Aunt Elena will have something more to add."

"What precisely will I be adding to Hope?"

The girls gasped, spinning on their stools to find Elena's sparkling eyes watching them.

"Nothing,” Eve's eyelids fluttered.

"You inherited your deceitful skills from me, Eve Freya Mikaelson,” she tilted her head. "I assume your father will have a fair bit to add to your 'nothing'."

Eve and Hope exchanged a look, knowing from experience that it was better to come clean; typically it knocked a week off the overall punishment.

"We snuck out last night,” she held her hands in her lap.

"I was restless..."

"And we knew Lafayette would be empty."

"Mom?"

"Are we in trouble?"

Elena stared at both of them, eyes flickering back and forth.

"Somebody could have been hurt."

Hope dropped her eyes.

"If you feel like that you should tell us; we can find a place for you to run where nobody will see. Don't listen to your cousin all the time; her impulsivity comes from her dad." Elena waited for them to nod and then held out her hands. "Cell phones."

"That's it?" Eve frowned, placing her phone in her hand.

"Of course not,” Elena smirked as the girls spun back around. She wrapped her arms around their shoulders and leaned forward to place her head between them. "You two are gonna come back here every day this week after dinner..."

"Mom, no; please?” Eve’s eyes widened. Her horror was reflected in Hope's gaze.

"And you're going to clean and reorganize the spell science cupboard."

"B-b-but...” Hope thought about the decade of disorder and various ingredients. "We came clean."

"That's why I'm not making you do the attic." Elena kissed their temples, humming softly. "I'm glad you're safe."

They shuddered as she left the table.

"Do you... uh...” Josie tiptoed up to their table. "still need a volunteer?" She held out a clean scalpel to Hope.

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The Tudor mansion sprawled out over lush green, popping out of the trees as if from nowhere. She stared at the towering structure and crossed her arms.

"Your friend seems to have done well for himself."

"I don't know about that,” Ariadne smirked. "He was buried alive in the sixteenth century."

Mary-Alice stiffened, whirling around to glare. Her fingers tugged at her sleeves, covering her exposed wrists.

"You said he disappeared."

"He did,” Ariadne skipped up the driveway and ran her finger over the hood of a blue Camaro. "He disappeared when he was desiccated and buried alive. Is he inside or on the property? Where do we start digging?"

“I gave you a location,” she pulled the map from her pocket, hating the way the trousers clung.

"Stop fidgeting? You look ridiculous.” She pulled out a small black box and surveyed the map, punching a few buttons.

"I feel like a whore in these clothes,” she fingered the denim. “Why couldn't I wear my own?"

"Because that monstrosity made you stick out like a sore thumb."

"But why must women in this century dress like prostitutes?" She sneered at Ariadne's blouse, revealing her collarbone and a hint of cleavage.

"Times are changing,” she crumpled the map. "Personally I find the lack of a corset freeing, and the twenty-first century has many marvels."

She started toward the house, following a blinking arrow on the black box’s screen.

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“Let me see if I've got this straight?" Lizzie passed off a glowing ball of swirling energy to her twin, “you thought sneaking out on a full moon. after an earthquake was a good idea?"

"Nobody was gonna be out there.” The ball grew, taking on a red tint.

"Keep the energy positive guys," MG frowned at the magic. "The book says it should stay blue."

"Someone could have been hurt,” Hope took the ball. The size and colour fluctuated as it passed between her hands. "I could have hurt someone."

"You didn't,” Eve groaned. The ball flared, resembling a supernova where it floated between her spread palms. "Don't doubt your control because you're bloody awesome. Mom just worries. Dad didn't say anything."

"Uncle Kol got distracted by how upset you were..."

"Uh... guys..." MG's voice wavered.

The spell fluctuated, further losing it's structural integrity.

" ... and that creepy guy who attacked you..."

"I had it handled!" Eve's heart hammered. Heat licked her fingers as anxiety fed the spell.

"That's why you spent an hour shaking and clinging to a werewolf," Hope drawled. "Uncle Kol didn't see it, but he could see that you were scared."

"I wasn't scared,” her voice cracked.

"You were,” Hope shoved her fingers through her hair. "That's the onl..."

The spell released, knocking four young witches flat. They groaned, sitting up on elbows.

"I really thought I'd be the one to screw that up,” Lizzie grumbled, flipping blonde hair from her face.

“Is everyone okay?" Josie got to her knees and cast her eyes around the yard. "MG?"

"I'm good,” his voice called out from a flower bed.

Eve surveyed the damage she could see - flattened grass, broken branches and a toppled fountain. She flopped back, covering her face with her hands.

"I think I'm a little shaken," she swallowed, listening to her heart race.

Hope shuffled closer and wrapped her arm around Eve's middle.

"I know. I'm sorry."

Eve closed her eyes, lowering her hands to her belly. She could see the way he had looked at her - feel the way he had touched her.

"He looked at me like I was some kind of prize, and not in a good way."

"There's a good way?" Josie stretched out on her other side.

"Yeah,” Eve sighed. "Like how my parents look at each other sometimes, or how Uncle Nik looks at your mom."

"Like they can't believe they got so lucky,'' MG sat above their joined heads.

"I want someone to look at me like that,” Lizzie sighed, stretching out next to Josie.

"Not the way this guy was,” Eve shuddered. "It was like..."

"Like he wanted to consume you," Hope finished. “Nobody's gonna hurt you, Evie."

"And anyone who tries has to go through all of us,” Lizzie swore.

"We got your back, E,” MG squeezed her shoulder.

"Thanks,” she smiled, sniffing. "So,” she smirked, “does that mean you're all gonna help us with the storage cupboard."

"Evie, we love you," Josie kissed her cheek, “but no.”

++++

"Okay,” Erik recapped, counting off on his fingers. "The dining hall, administration and library are on the ground floor. Second floor has your standard normal classes, and supernatural courses are divided between there and the top floor. There are a couple of hidden rooms Uncle Nik turned into study spaces. Do you want to see my favourite?”

++++

Elena flipped through lab book after lab book, rapidly checking off correct answers and making short notes in the margins. Everyone passed the lab portion of their pop quiz, but the theory required a little work.

Two weeks off for holidays and everyone seemed to have forgotten a semester's worth of teaching. She anticipated intense study sessions in preparation for exams.

January promised strung out teenagers.

Even Eve and Hope's reports lacked coherent thought.

She flipped over her phone, reading the incoming message.

Kol: Did you forget about me?

She smirked, tapping out a quick response as she stood and reached for her purse.

Elena: I'm not sure. Remind me who this is again.

Kol: I think you know.

Elena: oh?

Kol: Dashingly handsome. Exceedingly debonair...

Elena: is this the insanely conceited guy that sleeps next to me every night?

Kol: conceited?

Elena grinned, taking off at a run, slowing when she reached the alley and sauntering to the cafe.

"Conceited?" He cocked an eyebrow, lifting his chin for her kiss.

"You spent more time getting ready for the New year's party than I did,” she slipped into the seat across from him, "and Bekah dragged me off for manicures."

Her eyes narrowed when he didn't immediately quip back with how she agreed that he was ridiculously good looking.

"What's wrong? Is it the crypt?"

"No,” he reached into his jacket pocket. "I can handle my parents possibly being alive on the streets of New Orleans," he ignored her shocked expression. "I've accepted their hatred, and mother's inability to stay dead. This is what worries me."

A ring wobbled on the table.

"A daylight amulet?" She picked it up. "Why do I recognize it?”

“Eve took it off a vampire who attacked her this morning." He covered her hand before she could interrupt. “There is a very descent chance the dead are rising. And a man who hates us both targeted our child because that ring belonged to Stavros."

She felt her head shake, impossibility was the denial on her tongue, but she knew her husband. He would see her impossible and raise with their children. Loopholes existed in nature, exploited at every opportunity by anyone with the power; some would have done it just to prove they could.

Sad to say, not every witch respected the natural world they were sworn to protect.

Their waitress walked up, thrusting her hips forward as she stopped at the table and batted her eyes.

"What can I get'cha, suga?” She flashed a bright grin at Kol.

He knew Elena was lost in thought when she made no comment on the girl's obvious flirtation. He was in no mood to torment her, or deal with Anna's inconsiderate nature.

"I'll have the eggs Benedict and coffee,” he examined the furrow between her brows and decided on her 'thinking food'. "Stuffed french toast and hot chocolate for my wife." He emphasized the last word, giving Anna a pointed look.

She clicked her pen closed and whirled toward the kitchen.

"How?” Elena closed her hand around the ring.

"After eighteen years I know you're favourite foods," he chuckled.

"Kol,” she sighed.

"Bad - if accurate - attempt at easing your nerves,” he rubbed her sensitive wrist, sobering fast. "Something happened during the blood moon, and I... I think the earthquake and... everything... may have been nature's way of fighting back.”

“Against the dead rising?” A chill swathed over her jiggling leg. “Did you see Stavros?” Warm metal cut into her palm.

“No, darling.”

“Then maybe you’re wrong,” she rubbed her lips together. “Maybe it was the Harvest girls screwing up a spell, or arguing over something trivial, and,” she raised a brow when she saw the flash of emotion in his eyes, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m so sorry, love.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, but the Harvest Girls are dead. Only Davina survived.”

Sorrow, she decided; it was sorrow in his gaze. Or perhaps she was seeing a reflection of her eyes in his.

“What happened?”

“A vampire.”

“I want him found,” she spat. Pure, unadulterated rage raced through her veins.

“While I share your sentiment it wasn’t him,” he ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Davina said it was a woman, and that she was talking nonsense about fire and magic; she never saw her face.”

“Then I want both of them found.” Two spots of colour appeared high on her cheeks.

“I already tried to find Stavros,” he let go of her hand, leaning back as their food arrived. “There’s no sign of him.”

“Then maybe you are wrong.” Elena picked up her mug and took a sip of rich hot chocolate. A dollop of whipped cream stuck to her nose.

“Or a witch is helping him,” he swiped his thumb over her nose and sucked the whipped cream off. “Personally I’m hoping I’m wrong, since being right opens a door I’d rather not look through. Do you know how many people I’ve pissed off in the past millennia?”

“No idea,” she shook her head. Her fork stabbed her French toast. Fruit oozed out.

“Too many to count,” he reached for his coffee.

“Right or wrong,” she lifted her fork, “I want that woman put down and that man found so I can tear out his internal organs.”

Her eyes narrowed when he smirked.

“What?” She mumbled around a mouthful of French toast.

He grinned, nudging her foot under the table. “I love you."

++++

“I assume he’s looked better,” Mary Alice grimaced. She leaned over the open lid of the pine box and traced the vampire’s desiccated remains with the tip of her finger.

“He’ll look much better in a minute,” Ariadne grinned. Madness gleamed in her eyes.

Mary Alice’s finger twitched, raising up in warning.

“Relax honey,” she twirled around the box, gracefully pirouetting towards her dropped bag. “I brought some blood. Can’t have him accidentally killing you now, can I? Who would finish the ring?”

She moved backwards, standing against the rough wall with a stiff spine.

Ariadne opened the blood bag and pressed the tube against his lips, squeezing a few drops into his dry mouth. Slowly the bag emptied and colour returned to his sallow cheeks.

His brow crinkled and he opened his eyes, blearily focusing on her grinning face.

“Ariadne?” He croaked, reaching for the edge of his coffin.

“Hello, darling,” she tossed the empty blood bag over her shoulder. “Did you miss me?”

“You…” he broke off in a fit of coughs, lurching upright.

“Let me finish that thought for you,” she reached for a second bag of blood, opening it for him, “ravishing creature.”

He tore into the bag of blood, sucking it down fast. A healthy glow returned to his skin. “I was actually going to call you a bitch.”

“That’s no way to talk to the girl getting you a daylight ring,” she pouted. Her eyes sparkled.

“You,” he fought down a sardonic laugh as he climbed to his feet, “want to grant me a daylight ring?”

“I even brought a witch,” Ariadne perched on the edge of his coffin. “Mary Alice spelled the talisman for you.” As she spoke she toyed with her own amulet.

Mary Alice pulled a silver ring from her pocket. The large blue stone glinted in the dim light, reflecting in his wide eyes.

“You never do anything without expecting something in return,” he jumped out of the coffin, eager to be rid of it. “What do you want?”

“It’s quite simple,” Mary Alice spun the ring around her finger.

“All you have to do is seduce a pretty little thing and get her to show you mommy dearest’s grimoire,” she picked at a splinter in the wood.

“Get the girl to take out a thin silver dagger her mother sealed away,” Mary Alice tilted her head, “and bring it to me.”

“And you expect me to do all of this under the cover of night?” He turned his head, eyeing them both.

“Don’t be silly,” Mary Alice tossed him the ring. “You’ll use that.”

“What’s to stop me taking this and running?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“The spell is temporary,” she resisted the urge to tug at her clothes. “I’ll make it permanent when you deliver your end; you have a week to get the doppelgänger’s dagger.”

“One week?”

“Don’t act so scandalized,” Ariadne waved one hand. “You always were a charmer and she is a naive girl. It’ll be a piece of cake. Now what do you say to me?” She sang, leaning forwards.

“Thank you?” He slipped the ring onto his finger.

“You…” Ariadne prompted, twirling a splinter between her fingers.

“Thank you Ariadne,” he rolled his eyes, “you ravishing creature.”

“Much better.”

++++

Hope towelled the worst of the water from her hair and dropped to sit cross legged on her bed, bouncing on the springs. She could still remember the first time she had slept at the school; it had taken a fair amount of convincing since someone always traveled from the compound to the campus every morning.

“Please don’t start jumping on the bed,” Eve flipped over a page and laid her hand on a sheet of paper.

“Do you remember when we were little,” Hope waved her hand, levitating her towel to its hook, “the first night we stayed in this room?”

“How can I forget?” She snickered, tapping the page. “You knocked me off the bed with a pillow. That was the first time I ever broke a bone.”

“You insta-healed,” she leaned back on her bed. “And what’s the fun of jumping up and down on the bed if you don’t whack each other around?”

“No fun at all.”

“Our parents were so mad,” Hope hugged a pillow to her stomach and reached for her brush.

“I remember mom crying,” Eve tilted head, seeing the scene as if it were happening. Her arm had healed at the wrong angle. “I think re-breaking it hurt her and dad more than it hurt me. Do you know that’s the only time I ever saw my dad cry?”

“Uncle Kol cried?” Hope winced and worked the brush through a series of knots.

“Yeah,” she pursed her lips. “Why are we talking about our first night here?”

“Because you’re flipping through that book.”

“It calms me,” Eve fingered another page. With each new page she catalogued the contents, feeling the various forms of energy rise up through her arm.

“You might be the only person alive to find dark objects calming,” she rolled her eyes.

“They’re not calming, Hope,” Eve flipped another page, tracing an eight pointed star with her fingertip. “They’re anxiety inducing, but knowing that the dark magic is stuck where nobody can ever use it is calming.” She flipped the page again. “And sometimes the light objects are fun to take out and handle.”

“Is it working at least?” Hope tossed her brush aside. “Is your stolen property succeeding in calming you?”

“No, and neither did your nostalgia trip,” she smirked.

“I see,” she hummed, “I guess I’ll just have to resort to drastic measures.”

“Dr…” Eve broke off in a shriek, throwing her hands up as the pillow smacked her in the face. She sputtered, twisting her neck around to stare at her cousin. A beat of silence passed before a wicked twinkle entered her eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

Hope smirked, flashing white teeth.

“Oh…” Eve’s tongue poked out as she grinned, reaching for one of her pillows. “It’s on.”

++++

“Dammit, dammit, dammit,” Elena kicked the table, sending candles skittering across the floor.

“What about the Tibetan bowl?” Kol stomped on the edge of a curtain, smothering the flames before they could overtake the fabric.

“Two Original hybrids,” she stared out the window, watching the moon rise up, “and an ancient bowl is going to help?”

“Can’t hurt,” he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“What witch has enough power to block both of us together?” She laid her head back on his chest.

“A coven of them,” he closed his eyes, lowering his nose to her neck.

“Or maybe,” Klaus’ voice drew their attention from the window, “you can’t track the dead.”

“Now you’re on board with the dead theory?” Elena groaned, slumping in her husband’s hold. “I thought you were more sceptical than that. Your parents can’t exactly be considered the norm.”

“She has a point, Nik,” he sighed. “I didn’t actually see anyone dead, so the theory is unconfirmed.”

“Not anymore,” Klaus nodded his chin back towards the hall. “Confirmation has come to us.”

“What?” He lifted an eyebrow, adjusting his hold on her as she shifted.

“Elena has a visitor.”

The couple exchanged a look loaded with wary confusion before following Klaus out of the study.

“Who is it?” She slotted her fingers between Kol’s and squeezed, but Klaus didn’t get a chance to answer before they entered the living room. Her eyes snapped to the man by the fireplace and narrowed. “How does Stefan confirm anything?”

“You wanted something confirmed?” Stefan straightened up.

“Stefan is not the confirmation, right ripper?” Klaus smirked, dimples flashing. He circled around a leather couch, nodding to the person sitting there.

The woman placed one hand on the arm and rose, spinning around to face them. A bright smile lit up her round face as she squealed and raced to wrap Elena in a tight hug.

Her hands came up on instinct, wrapping around her back even as her spine stiffened.

“Lexi?” She breathed, dazed as the vampire let her go.

“Yeah,” she nodded fast, “I’m sorry. I know we were never that close.”

“It’s not that.” She shook her head.

“It’s what your presence implies, love,” Kol placed a hand on the small of Elena’s back, rubbing circles over her spine.

“I’m not entirely sure what that means,” Lexi took a step back. She tilted her head, looking him up and down slowly. “Are you the vampire that turned Damon’s bones to dust?”

“I suppose I did do that,” his jaw clicked. “He had it coming.”

“No defence needed,” Lexi laughed, holding her hands palms out. “Damon always deserves an ass-kicking. And after what I heard you did, I think I might love you.”

Elena stepped into his side and placed a hand on his chest. She smiled, voice filled with laughter and a slight edge.

“Move on fast, sweetie. He’s taken.”

“By a very jealous woman,” Kol tipped his chin down and gave her hand a pointed look. “What are you doing here Lexi? Aside from resurrecting, I mean.”

“Stefan got it in his head that you two could make her a daylight ring.”

Kol whipped his head around, glaring daggers at the man as he stepped into the living room through an opposite door.

“You!” He snarled.

Elena’s possessive hand turned into a restraining one, halting her husband’s sudden march.

Elena strained against Kol while Damon took a hurried step backwards.

The retreat stopped when Damon dropped to his knees and gripped his head. He grunted. Blood vessels burst in his eyes.

“Kol!” Elena spun in front of him, cutting off his sight line. Behind her Damon’s pained grunts cut off. “What have I said about hurting my friends unprovoked?”

“He draws breath in my presence,” his glared burned over the top of her head. He had never forgiven Damon for his attempt to steal Elena away, or his implication that their unborn daughter was something to fix. “That’s provocation enough.”

“Are you gonna beat the shit out of him?” Lexi stepped aside with a giant grin, perching on the sofa’s arm. “Maybe finish what I started earlier?”

“Lexi!” Elena scolded. “Why are you provoking him?”

“I wanna see Damon get pummelled,” she shrugged. “He did kill me.”

“His existence is provocation enough.” Elena’s head snapped around to Klaus’ snickers.

“I’ve had that thought,” Stefan covered his laugh by lowering his eyes and clearing his throat.

“You two are not helping,” she groaned.

“What the hell did I do to tick you off?” Damon stopped in his tracks. Righteous indignation squared his shoulders.

Elena felt a strong desire to sob her frustration.

“Weren’t you listening mate?” Kol placed his hands on Elena’s shoulders, lifting her off her feet and setting her at his side. “You’re still breathing.”

“Breathing?” Damon scoffed. He threw up his hands, taking a foolish step forward. “I haven’t done anything to you.”

“You haven’t done anything?” Kol’s voice rose to a mocking falsetto. Only Elena’s hand on his elbow held him back. “You were going to help my mother kill every vampire on earth,” fire flashed in his eyes.

“To be fair,” Stefan gripped his brother’s jacket, holding him back, “I did that too.”

“You came around and helped,” Kol snapped. “He upset my wife time and time again, tried to steal her away and made a rather daring implication about my daughter. Not to mention nearly burning my brother alive.” He observed Damon critically and sneered. “I think I’ll feed you your own liver.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Damon smirked. “Didn’t you hit the reset button when Elena turned you?”

“Do you have a death wish?” Stefan sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sensing a tension headache coming on.

“I can take him,” he tried to break Stefan’s hold. “That was all circumstantial.”

“What about what you did to Caroline?” Stefan muttered, but failed to keep his voice low enough.

“What the bloody hell did he do to Caroline?” Klaus’ eyes flashed gold.

Shit, Stefan flinched.

Elena shut her eyes, pressing her lips into a thin line.

Klaus repeated his question, louder as he took a menacing step. Black veins spidered across his cheekbones.

“Only Damon and Caroline know exactly what happened.” Stefan cleared his throat, hoping to save Damon Klaus’ wrath. He might have held his own against Kol for a few minutes, but Klaus would tear Damon apart and no amount of Elena’s pleading would stop him; Caroline might have been able to do it, but he doubted she would have even if she were present.

With any luck he would have Damon far, far away before Klaus got Caroline to talk.

“I just had a little fun with her while she was human,” Damon shrugged. He glanced at Klaus, but the majority of his attention was stuck on Kol.

“Fun?” Klaus growled. His foot came down hard, cracking the floorboard as he stepped forward.

Damon seemed to sense the sudden shift and pivoted, keeping both brothers in his sight line. He bent his knees and readied to fight back, but he never got the chance.

His saving grace appeared in a flurry of white gold hair and grey cashmere.

Rebekah stood in front of Klaus, keeping her hands on his chest as she surveyed the room. A swell of testosterone shimmered in the air. Her eyes flickered over the tight cords of muscle in her brothers’ necks before darting to Freya.

“We’re gone for half a day and you’ve turned the living room into a bloody boxing ring?”

“Don’t be ridiculous Bex,” Kol glared at Damon. “Boxers are shirtless. Do you see any shirts missing?”

Unbidden an image of her shirtless husband with beads of blood dripping down his chest swam through her mind. She poked her extended canine, imagining licking the red from the grooves in his abdomen.

Shirtless, she decided, would make the whole ordeal much more interesting. She might even get on board with a little beating if it meant she could watch the shift of his muscles under sweat slick skin.

“Where have you two been?” Klaus took a series of shallow breaths, forcing his features back to something resembling human.

“We have been busy.” Freya moved into the middle of the room, hoping her presence would at least deter her brothers from racing into a fight. “Keeping our ears to the ground.”

“And we have bigger issues right now than whatever this is,” Rebekah waved one hand.

Elena swallowed her disappointment, but then thought of the store of blood bags. A little AB positive would be tastier than Damon; it wouldn’t be the first time she had done something like that.

“What’s the problem, Bekah?” She loosened her grip on Kol’s arm, sliding her hand down to his wrist.

“I compelled a few locals who live near the cemetery, pushed some images into their minds, and you’ll never guess what I found out.”

“I think they will,” Freya rolled her eyes.

“Mother and father were both seen leaving the cemetery in the early hours of the morning. No idea where they went, but they’re most definitely alive.”

“Of course they are,” Klaus felt fury race through his veins. “Three guesses why they’ve come back.”

“We don’t need three guess, Nik,” Rebekah rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious. The Original Bitch is fresh out of the grave and looking for ways to kill us all along with daddy dearest. Say what you want about our parents, but when they set a goal they do everything to reach it.”

“And they’re together again?” Kol twisted his wrist, catching her hand. “United in their desire to end their children.” He hummed, tilting his head. “How romantic. I don’t think we can compete with that, darling.”

“Shut up, Kol!” Elena glared, lightly smacking his arm.

“I love it when you order me about,” he winked.

Her flush and Rebekah’s subsequent groan brought a smirk to his lips.

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Rio 2016 Full Team Artistic Swimming

Sport:

Artistic Swimming

Court Dimensions:

The pool must be at least 20m wide x 30m long, and at least 2.5m deep. One area, 12x12m or larger, must be at least 3m deep and the slope between the change in depths has to be completed over a distance of 8m or less.

Equipment:

Nose Clip

Underwater Speakers

Swimsuit

Hair Gel

Basic Skills:

Sculls

Eggbeater

Positions

Crane Position

Ballet Leg Double Position

Side Fishtail Position

Knight Position

Flamingo Position

Split Position

Lifts

The Platform Lift

The Stack Lift

Technical & Tactical Skills:

Stages of Technical Preparation

The process of learning motor skills is based on theoretical findings on motor learning.

Accomplishing the aim is conditioned by:

understanding the technique as a unity of its internal and external features

step-by-step procedure of its acquiring

stabilizing the technique

comprehensive conception (contents organization)

conscious activity of both the athlete and coach

The process of learning is not linear and even; it is a long-term process unlimited by time.

In practice, the following stages appear:

drill

improving

stabilization

Drill

Tasks:

learning the objectives of selected sports discipline

drilling the techical basics of relevant sports skills

This stage proceeds in the follow axis:

introduction (rules, feeling the water, ball etc.)

defining the task (couch’s input, athlete must identify him/herself with the image)

creating image

initial attempts (verifying the image under simplified conditions), repeating („repeating without repetitions“)

Improving

Tasks:

firming, improving and subsequent adjusting techniques in given specialization

gradual interconnection of technique and fitness requirements and physiological functions of the athlete

focussing the stage aims at further shaping the image

All information is integrated in a single unit of complex locomotive analyzer which is sport specific. Firming and improving is carried out through sophisticated repetitions of relevant exercises which lead towards automation. This stage continues to improve mainly kinematic (time and space) and dymanic (strength) parameters of motion structures. Techique should be gradually interconnected with its fitness basis and energy supply.

The main aim of this stage of technical preparation is final technique firming and stabilization.

Stabilization

Tasks:

firming and stabilization of sports skills complexes as units which are ready to be involved in programs for competitve activities of the athlete

mutual interconnection, combination and adjustments of these units to most demanding conditions under which sports activity is employed

attempts to firm and stabilize lead to another, more in-depth, uniting of technique, fitness, psyche and tactics into highly functional units

The substance of stabilizing technique in this stage lies in automation of relevant structures and actions of skills structures and their continuous adjusting to competition conditions.

Methods of Technical Preparation:

Methods: analytic, analytic-synthetic, concentration, dispersion.

Procedures: whole, from whole to part, from part to whole.

Tactical Preparation

It is necessary to differentiate between two terms:

strategy is understood as a pre-prepared plan of actions in a specific competition

the plan is defined by key strategy points (points in competition when the athlete makes decisions according to given strategy in so-called conflicting situations)

tactics further analyzes and shows possible solutions of individual competition situations (conflicting situations)

focuses on practical implementation of these situations within given plan (strategy)

tactics (individual, group, team, offensive, defensive)

Implementing tactical actions is carried out on the following axis:

perception and analysis (situation occurence – situation recognition – situation analysis)

mental solution (solution proposal – soluction selection)

movement solution (solution execution, feedback)

Tactics is being solved within competition situations which are characterized by conditions.

We can differentiate between two types of conditions:

fixed (sports ground, sports area, equipment etc.)

changing (referee, audience, route, ball bounce etc.)

Drilling Tactical Skills

Tactical skills are understood as certain procedures or models of competition situations solutions acquired by training.

Acquiring tactical skills presupposes influencing the athlete’s:

perception (space, rhythm, objects)

thinking and decision-making (analysis, synthesis, generalization, intuitive solutions – solutions outside the scope of perception)

knowledge (rules, organization of sports combat conduct, principles of tactical actions in specific situations, knowledge of strategy)

experience (memory, anticipation)

Principles of drilling tactical skills:

tactical skills are closely related to technique

there is a certain specific solution for each competition situation

theoretical background (algorithms, patterns) must be acquired before drilling itself

suggest solution to a situation when drilling and perhaps let athletes to discuss it

at first, teach without pushing, increase resistence and pressure (time, space, fatigue) after they handle individual parts

group skills (power play patterns) must be practised in an analytic way (in pairs or groups of three)

it is preferable to handle solving smaller number of situations with better quality

adjusting situation to expected competition conditions

Solving competition situations

When creating strategy plan, pay attention to the following:

competition aim,

competitor power

competitor strategy

own power

information on environment and conditions

Solving practical situations is based on the level of preparation during training and the extent of their indefiniteness (i.e. they cannot be prepared in advance)

We differentiate among:

Algorithmization (standard situations I.) the athlete chooses from several pre-peraded solutions (A, B, C options). Medium indefiniteness.

Patterns (standard situations II.) everyone knows what to do in a given situation, both me and other team-mates (e.g. direct free kick, ofensive combination, service in volleyball. Minimum indefiniteness.

Instant unprepared solution is improvised. Creativity is of very high importance. High indefiniteness.

Rules of the Game:

No Touching The Bottom - One of the things which makes the lifts all the more impressive is that artistic swimmers are not allowed to touch the bottom of the pool at any point during their routines.

No Bling - Presentation is a unique and important part of artistic swimming but there are certain restrictions on what swimmers can wear. For example, artistic swimmers are not permitted jewellery, theatrical make-up, or inappropriate costumes.

No Goggles - Another restriction during artistic swimming routines is goggles. However, swimmers in figures competitions are permitted to wear them.

Team Means Team

Teams normally contain eight swimmers, but the minimum number for a team is four. Teams lose marks for every swimmer they have under the full complement because it is easier to synchronise the fewer people there are in a routine.

Stick To The Schedule

Routines can be anything from two and a half minutes to five minutes long, depending on whether they are performed alone or as part of a team. However, swimmers are penalised if they take 15 seconds fewer or longer than the specified time.

Before participating in the Olympics, the swimmers must clear the qualifying competitions

If we focus on Olympics, there are only two events played in each Olympics i.e. team and duet

There are two routines included here one is free routine and one is technical routine

Players can perform both in team and duets

Technical routine is predetermined and should be performed strictly according to certain elements

Free routine is not predetermined so the players are free to do their performance and in free routine, they have to show their creativity in choreography, dancing, and coordination

In duet event, there are two swimmers and one alternate swimmer. In free routine, the time limit is 3:30 minutes and in technical routine time limit is 2:20 minutes

In team event, there are eight swimmers and one alternate swimmer. Time limit in free routine is 4:00 minutes and 2:50 minutes in technical routine

In each event, there is relaxation of utmost 15 seconds

The judges give points according to the level of difficulty of the performance shown by the players

Marks awarded ranges from 0.0 to 10.0

How to Officiate the Sport:

Clerk of the course - organize the competitors so that they are ready for their events at the required time. During figure competitions, they ensure that the swimmers are in the correct order to perform their figures.

Scorer - record marks from the judges and make the necessary computations for each routine. There are two levels of synchro scorer – national scorer and chief recorder.

Judge - essential for running synchronised swimming competitions as they provide scores based on the performance of each routine. They are also responsible for marking grade level assessments. To reduce the level of subjectivity in scoring, all synchro judges must be expertly-trained. They require a full understanding of FINA and the ASA’s rules and regulations for synchronised swimming competitions.

Referee - oversee the control of a synchronised swimming competition. The referee makes sure all aspects of the event are run smoothly and follow FINA rules.

Analysis:

Egypt - Very synchronized and have exquisite leg work. Timing of movements are precise with the used sound.

Australia - Great formations and artistic exhibitions. At some point the formations become chaotic the used sound not really in match with their dance. Nevertheless their synchronization is very on point.

Italy - Very graceful in movements like water ballerinas. Used music is very great matching the displayed moves. New and artistic exhibitions are shown applying great synchronization. Pleasing to the eye formations and movements are very timing with the sound.

Brazil - Colorful and amazing costumes matching their theme. The sound used is very festive and energizing. Great formations and timing with their moves despite having a fast paced sound. Showed new exhibitions and precise moves.

Russia - Exquisite and well-thought out costume design matching their theme. Showed great and amazing stunts. Heavenly movements with great precision and power. On point timing and leg movements while being graceful and synchronized with each other. A very powerful and impactful performance.

Ukraine - Intense used sound along with stunts and exhibitions. Very quick in movement and has great timing with the beats of the sound used. Showed new and unique stunts. Amazing formations and flexibility of performers.

China - Festive and colorful costumes matching with their chosen theme. Amazing attention to detail moves, having exquisite moves. Moving in precision without sacrificing the on point synchronization. No dull parts during the performance, always giving powerful moves and stunts. Great interpretation of the used sound. Intense yet graceful routine with amazing formations.

Japan - Very dramatic and scintillating costumes to match their theme. Precise with their formations and moves. Impeccable timing with their movements coinciding with the beats of the sound. Performers having great flexibility with graceful yet intense moves. Synchronized amazingly with each other. Stunts are unique and all the while exquisite. Used enchanting sound which is very pleasing to the ears. Tremendous effort in executing their routines.

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