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Lalapril 4/5: Shatter
Babycorn clinked the spoon around the empty bowl of soup. She would be lying if she said it wasn’t delicious, Tilika’s cooking always was. And as much as she enjoyed it, Babycorn also enjoyed being up and about more than staying cooped up in one place. 
Staging an escape and using some aether to travel didn’t sound too hard.
Tilika slowly rounded her way around a corner, keeping her eye out for disobedient younger cousins with a pom on her head and cornmeal for brains. 
Her slow pace was a stark contrast to the rest of her teammates all making a sprint towards the middle of the battlefield.
“Go mid! Go Mid!” A Dark Knight zipped right past her yelling as loud as he possibly could. The steps of everyone running ahead drowned out any sounds besides that.
Tilika was glad that everyone seemed to be in their own little worlds. Even if anyone on her team should be upset she was moving at a snail’s pace compared to them she was sure a quick explanation of her situation would be enough for them to understand why.
Something along the lines of “My younger cousin woke up with a high fever this morning then the second I turned around she and most of her weapons were gone.” would probably be good enough of an explanation.
On Tilika’s next step, her foot sank into the snow. Between here and Garlemald she was getting real sick of snow real fast. The cold weather was also not going to do any favors for Babycorn’s health.
Tilika didn’t know whether she was going to kill Babycorn once she saw or hug her.
She gripped her sword and shield in her hand. It was probably pure dumb luck that Babycorn had forgotten her Paladin stone at home. But Tilika suspected there must have been more to it, from the way it was glowing and leading her out the door and all the way here.
She had heard Babycorn talk about “Frontlines” before but from what Tilika heard about it, it sounded like the absolute most miserable experience in all of Eorzea.
“Then why do you keep going back?”
“Because it's fun!!” Babycorn had said with a smile.
Tilika could only guess why Babycorn would sneak out here of all places while she was sick.
Maybe she was just running on autopilot? Who knew really?
As Tilika continued walking the exact opposite way of her team she noticed that a few members of the opposing team were getting closer. Then before she could wonder why they were heading the same way as her, Tilika noticed a bright light coming behind her.
Turning around she was met with a chunk of glowing ice staring her right in the face.
“Then there’s this one we play where we all attack a big ice!! Sometimes I lick the ice when no ones looking but you can’t tell anyone about that Tilika!”
…One of these days Tilika would really have to sit Babycorn down and explain to her what really can and can’t be eaten.
But she could deal with that tomorrow or some other day. Right now she had to focus on not getting ambushed by three other people.
“E-Excuse me?” Tilika raised her hand with her shield and tried to be as loud as she could.
To her surprise (and relief) the opposing team’s members seemed to not even notice her presence and went straight to beating the tar out of the ice behind her instead. From what Tilika had heard Babycorn explain, destroying ice was usually the objective in this game. It was only a matter of time until they turned to attack her instead. She was on a time limit.
“Excuse me?” Tilika paused in the middle of her question to block an incoming arrow with her shield. “I said-Excuse me!! Have any of you seen a little lalafell around here?”
A miqo'te member of the Immortal Flames team paused her attack on the ice mid axe swing to sheepishly point at a lalafell member of the Order of the Twin Adders. The lalafell also pointed at himself, wondering if this had anything to do with the battle high five bounty over his head.
“Oh! Oh no, no, no sorry! I’m not looking for you!”
Tilika put her sword down and gestured her hand down to the spot near her leg she knew Babycorn reached. “She’s short, just turned twenty-five again, short blond hair. Have any of you seen her around?” It was times like these Tilika considered carrying around a drawing of Babycorn and Cherrypit.
Suddenly the miqo'te spoke up, resting her ax on the ice. “Actually now that I think about it. I think I saw someone like that back in the base!”
Tilika lit up, “Really?!”
“Yeah!” she continued, “She was wearing a really long skirt and a shirt that reminded me of a famous inspector…?”
“That sounds exactly like her!” It was a good thing that Tilika had packed an extra set of warmer clothes with her that were exactly Babycorn sized.
At this point the rivaling team’s lalafell also chose to speak up. “Oh yeah! I’ve seen her around! She tried to limit break a group of us earlier! For some reason she missed all of us?” Which was strange because a dancer almost never missed.
Tilika sighed, “It’s probably because she’s horribly ill…That’s why I’m here, to pick her up before she gets any worse!” Back at the Wolves’ Den she had left behind all sorts of medicines and blankets just in case Babycorn needed them.
“Oh, man. She shouldn’t be out in this weather then.” the lalafell interjected.
“If only she knew that…”
The miqo'te picked up her axe and gestured back towards the direction she came from. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll take you back to base to check if she's there!”
“Oh! That would be wonderful! Thank you!”
“Don’t thank me yet. We might make it there but considering you’re a paladin and we’re heading straight into the base…Well…”
Tilika blinked, “Ah? What’s wrong with me being a paladin?”
Both the lalafell and miqo'te exchanged glances.  
“Just don’t be too surprised if another arrow flies into your shield!”
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Babycorn let out a loud sneeze. Almost everyone in the Wolves’ Den stopped for a second to make sure that wasn’t actually the sound of a cannon misfiring.
Tilika took out another blanket and wrapped it around Babycorn. “See? This is what happens when you’re sick and you go out and fight in the cold.” She placed the warm beanie she knitted for Babycorn on top of her sickly head.
“I don’t get it. I should be all better by now.” Babycorn sniffled, she looked up at Tilika with the saddest looking eyes imaginable. Almost like she was asking Tilika why she was still feeling sick. Tilika figured the answer was pretty obvious.
“Sorry to say but you’re still sick because you went and overexerted yourself while being sick. The cold weather probably didn’t help either.”
“Whaaaat?” Babycorn looked shocked. “What I did always worked! Every time I was sick I jumped into a big river or lake and always felt better after! I don’t know why it didn’t work this time…”
Now it was Tilika’s turn to be shocked.
“You. Did. What?”
“You know! I j-jumped into a river! Just l-like I always did!”
Tilika didn’t even know where to begin.
Except with bundling Babycorn up and taking her home.
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Dream SMP Recap (April 25/2021) - The Red Banquet
The day has finally come.
All the preparations have been completed. The invitations have been sent out. Everything has been leading up to this moment, and the Eggpire is ready to make their move.
It’s time for the Red Banquet.
A brief summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.
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VOD LINKS:
Captain Puffy
Badboyhalo
Antfrost
Eret
Skeppy
Ranboo
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- Puffy walks around on the surface. Everything is prepared, the armor is where it should be. She hopes everything will go well.
- Everyone is dressed up for the occasion (except George). Hannah, Niki, Fundy, Eret, George and HBomb are all there.
- Bad says hello to Ponk in the Egg Room. Ponk tells him that no one has arrived yet. Antfrost greets them by the entrance and they go up the stairs to find Niki waiting. 
- Puffy and the other guests soon enter the room as well. Antfrost points them towards a coat room where they can put all their items. Foolish arrives with the Rolexes. They drink some cider, head to the dance floor and play some tunes.
- Bad comes over and greets Puffy. Foolish informs Bad that he peed on the Egg. Sam also has a dumpy and HBomb has two of Fundy’s cocks. 
- Antfrost goes off to speak with Ponk alone and check for some last guests. They watch as George arrives.
Ant: “He looks sort of lost, but that’s okay -- we welcome everybody here.”
Ponk: “Hold up...I don’t know...hmm. Hmm...”
Ant: “I mean, he looks harmless enough.”
Ponk: “We need to get a real good look at him first. Quickly.”
Ponk: “I don’t know what that’s about.”
Ant: “I don’t know. Well, we’ll just keep an eye on him.”
Ponk: “Yeah...”
- They then go speak to HBomb and Niki. H hasn’t stopped dancing
HBomb: “I’m doing my best impersonation of a white dad.”
...
Ant: “Did you guys notice that the guy over there -- George -- just sort of wandered in? He seems sort of lost.”
Ponk: “I feel like he’s hiding something.”
- From the walls, Ranboo in a shadowy outfit can be seen watching. 
- HBomb is the DJ.
- Bad comes over to say that dinner is ready. Bad tells Puffy that they have shrimp cocktails and they all go to sit at the table. Some people are in jail and weren’t able to attend. Ponk cooked all the food.
- Bad welcomes the guests to give toasts to the meal.
First up is Foolish, who says that he hopes that after today, nobody has to say “turn a new leaf” or “let bygones be bygones” ever again. Everyone has come here in agreement in the hope of something new.
Next is Eret. 
Eret: “As the monarch of the SMP, it’s awesome to be able to maybe see the SMP going back to being reunified again, and seeing all of us not have to worry about fighting each other on different sides. I hope this is a new chapter of the entire community as a whole. Cheers to that.”
Then Ponk steps up. Long ago, an old, wise man told him “People change like the tides in the ocean.” Now he truly knows they do.
Puffy steps forward. Bad and Antfrost, she considers as friends, and the Egg has separated them. She hopes this brings them all together and makes the server more peaceful. 
George was asleep twenty minutes ago. He asks about the soup. Ponk says it’s made from organic, free-range beets.
Finally, Bad says he appreciates everyone coming. This is the perfect opportunity for everyone to come together and let bygones be bygones. To set aside past issues to grow and advance forward, even with the wrongs that have been done. 
- He nods to Antfrost, who breaks a block behind them, revealing a button. Antfrost presses it.
Bad: “I was very, very happy that we were able to gather everybody here together for what is, I’m sure, going to be a banquet that none of us are ever going...to...forget.”
- Lava starts pouring down from the ceiling, walling them in.
Bad: “Yep. Prepare to die.”
- Everyone panics. 
- Puffy tells Bad that she didn’t trust the Eggpire anyway, and planned for this. She removes the cover from the table and looks into the chest -- it’s empty.
- They watch as the Eggpire members all don the diamond armor that Puffy and Sam had prepared. Hannah says she had to do it, had to tell them. For the Egg.
- Sam says that he had another plan, because he didn’t trust the Eggpire. He’s tired of all this fighting, and it’s about time that they blow up the Egg for good this time.
- Sam flicks the TNT lever and the explosives rain down on the Egg. When they explode, though, the Egg turns into crying obsidian instead of getting destroyed, reverting back to normal Egg blocks after a few seconds.
- After Quackity’s attack, Bad and the others took preparations to make sure that the Egg wouldn’t be vulnerable to TNT anymore. Now, it’s time for the executions.
Bad: “You see, the Egg needs something, and it’s gonna get it from each of you. See, in order for the Egg to hatch, it needs energy. And it gets that energy by people dying near it. And that’s the role that you guys are gonna fill! We’re gonna kill you, one by one--”
Eret: “You’re a monster.”
Bad: “What’d you say, Eret?”
Eret: “You’re an absolute monster. How could you. We all trusted you, Bad!”
Ponk: “Trust! Okay, Eret. Keep talking. Keep talking about trust.”
Eret: “...That was a long time ago.”
- Bad says that Eret is the perfect person to sacrifice first! He leads Eret to a spot in front of the Egg lined with Netherite blocks.
- Foolish steps forward, saying he’s had enough. The Egg can shield itself against TNT, but can it withstand lightning?
- Nothing happens. Bad laughs.
Bad: “You really thought, Foolish? You thought you could enter the Egg’s domain and beat it in a battle of power? Come on...you’re in the Egg’s territory, Foolish.”
- The Egg is suppressing Foolish. Ant suggests they start with Foolish instead and take Eret’s life later.
- Puffy steps forward. She and Antfrost shout at each other. Puffy says she gave them chance after chance. Antfrost says that Puffy betrayed them first.
Ant: “Foolish, your own son, is about to be slaughtered because of you!”
Puffy: “I’m only one person!”
Foolish: “Puffy, Puffy, it’s okay, it’s not your fault--”
Puffy: “NO! It’s not alright!”
Ant: “Puffy, you could have stopped this if you had stayed with the Eggpire. But this is your fault.”
- Antfrost kills Foolish with a sword.
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CANON DEATH: FOOLISH
Cause: Sacrificed by Antfrost to the Egg
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- Everyone screams in horror. The Eggpire wonders who to kill next.
- Suddenly, Quackity shouts at them to stop and drops into the room. He tells Bad to calm down. He puts on diamond armor.
- Quackity tells them they’ve just killed a man, asking if this is what they wanted. Bad tells him that he’s doing all this for the Egg, for what the Egg can give them.
Quackity: “I’m telling you, Bad, you’re a pawn to power. You’re nobody, Bad. You’re working for something that, quite frankly, doesn’t even care about you. I mean look at the Egg, look at the Egg! Look at what it means! It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything, Bad. So how about...how about we just stop playing games.”
- As Quackity monologues, he subtly slips Puffy a Netherite axe, potion of strength and a golden apple.
- Bad can’t stop, or else he can’t get what he needs. 
Bad: “Guess what, Quackity. If you wanted to stop us, you should’ve brought more than just yourself. You should’ve brought an army.”
Quackity: “Guess what, Bad? I did! I did. In fact, I brought the next best thing...I brought my biggest enemy!”
- Technoblade logs on and drops into the room, his hoard of dogs following.
- Not only that...Quackity also went looking across the lands for the best mercenary he could find. Purpled drops into the room as well.
Bad: “We HIRED you to take out Puffy, and you join the enemy’s side?!”
Purpled: “Bad, to be frank with you, Quackity just had the better price.”
- Techno explains that he didn’t want to work with Quackity, but the Egg is too great a danger to the server and it’s against everything he stands for.
- Suddenly, Puffy jumps forward with her axe, attacking Ant. The Eggpire is shocked that she has a weapon.
Puffy: “You’ve taken my kindness for weakness, Antfrost!”
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CANON DEATH: ANTFROST
Cause: Killed by Puffy with an axe
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- A fight breaks out. Bad shouts for the remaining Eggpire members to retreat. They run out. Quackity orders Purpled to go track them down.
- Bad leads the Eggpire out. They can regroup later. For now, they have to run. They have to split up. They can’t get caught, they have to stay safe and go as fast as they can.
- Alone, Bad thinks to himself.
Bad: “This is such a trainwreck. This whole plan...everything was for this moment! And it’s gone! They -- they have the Egg now...they have it. What can I do? I can’t do anything! I need to get out of here. I need resources...”
“Wait, I know where I can go. I know who I can see...but the Egg, the Egg is -- it’s in their possession right now. What can I do? What can I do against it? I can’t do anything, they have it! I needed the Egg, I needed...I needed what it was gonna give. It was gonna help me get what I wanted, but now they have it...they have it...I just...I just wanted what...I just wanted what it could give me.”
“I didn’t really -- I didn’t really want to hurt anybody. I just wanted what it could give me, but...I don’t know. Did I screw up? Am I in the wrong here? I don’t know...I just need to go. I need to get out of here.”
- Bad starts rowing away into the ocean.
- Quackity asks Sam what to do next. The Egg is invincible.
- Purpled lost them in the labyrinth. Sam says he’ll build a prison for the Egg if he has to. He wants to find a way to destroy it, but for now they need to lock it away where it can’t be accessed.
- Quackity makes sure everyone is alright. They then exit the room through the whole in the wall. Quackity tells Techno to come with him and Sam to talk. They leave the others to escape the rest of the way.
- They make it to the surface, relieved. HBomb hands them all soup to remember the event by.
- Puffy goes off on her own down the Prime Path. While she talks to herself, Ranboo walks down the path with potion particles coming off of him.
Puffy: “What did I do? What -- I...My son died! And I killed my best friend! I...I need to find Foolish. I...I don’t even know who I am anymore. The life I swore to protect, I didn’t at all, and then I took one myself! I don’t even...I...I can’t do this anymore. I just...can’t.”
- Eret mourns Foolish after the events of the Banquet. Foolish sacrificed his life for Eret, so at the very least he should be commemorated.
Eret: “I don’t even feel like I knew him that well...which makes things even harder. He’s helped me out with so many things, just from the kindness of his heart. He claimed to know me. He claimed to know a me which I don’t even remember... And he sacrificed himself for me.”
“At the very least, I need to commemorate his sacrifice, I...I should’ve been the one to die, not him.”
- Eret builds a Totem statue in his fortress. 
RIP Foolish I’ll miss you, old friend.
- Eret builds a replica of the Egg in their museum.
- Ranboo logs on in his house. He decides to go around the main area today and fix some stuff. His inventory is quite empty, so he grabs stacks of grass blocks from a chest and heads out.
- He heads over to the main area and remarks that the server is beginning to look okay now that the Blood Vines are gone.
- He notices some posters for the Red Banquet.
Ranboo: “Oh, that was today! ...Cool!”
- He carries on and runs into Sam near the Community House. They exchange some steak. Sam says he’s collecting materials for the bank, as people need it now more than ever. 
- Sam suggests Ranboo invest money and charge cash for his hotel. Ranboo points out that they already have currency in the form of emeralds and diamonds. Sam explains his waiver idea for the bank.
- Also, Sam needs to build a vault. People can come and rent a spot to lock away important items. 
- Ranboo asks if you can lock away people in the vault. Sam says that’s what Pandora’s Vault is for already.
- Sam mentions that they’ll put the Egg in there. Ranboo asks what makes this different from regular storage. Sam says it’s more secure.
- Sam and his associates will be there day and night to actively defend everyone’s belongings. Ranboo asks how many guards Sam has under his command. Sam says quite a few.
- Why now? Sam says there’s no time like right now and quotes Oogway.
- Sam doesn’t plan on charging interest. He just wants to establish a better system of trade on the server.
- Ranboo explains to chat that he can use this system to make infinite money by trading emeralds and diamond armor.
- What if someone is, say, already quite rich on the server? Sam says the trade and the guard of supplies is most important. 
- Ranboo asks how fragile the system would be. What would it take to bring it down?
- Sam says a whole nuke. Ranboo replies that he was thinking systematically. He asks how the Great Depression happened and Sam explains inflation and the circumstances for economic crises. 
- Sam gives Ranboo a “prototype Sam dollar.” (One iron ingot)
- They go to Hannah’s house to steal and then find an anvil in the spider spawner to name the ingot “Smollar.” They go down the tunnel and Sam says that Ranboo shouldn’t go down to the Egg Room. It’s under quarantine.
- He’s planning on moving the Egg and asks if Ranboo heard what happened. Ranboo didn’t. Sam fills him in in the Egg Room. Ranboo is curious about the Egg turning into obsidian and picks up a piece of the Blood Vines, suggesting Sam do some experiments.
- They exit the Egg Room and find some strange llamas. Ranboo shoves a chest in Drip Llama.
- Ranboo, Sam, and Foolish breed a ton of llamas to begin the Industrial Revolution.
- Bad comes over and becomes one with the llamas to cope. Foolish turns into a L’manburg Llama and is promptly slaughtered by Ranboo.
- Ranboo, Bad and Foolish create a gigantic llama train.
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Upcoming Events:
- Quackity’s business opening
- Tommy’s plan
- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”
- Dream’s lore video
- The Banquet aftermath
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END OF WEEK RECAP:
4/19 - Nothing much happens.
4/20 - Nothing much happens.
4/21 - HBomb makes a diamond game, Jack plans to open a pub sidechain for his hotel business
4/22 - Tubbo shows Tommy how to make TNT cannons
4/23 - Puffy, Foolish, Hannah and Sam meet on Cloud Prime to discuss the Banquet, Ranboo’s Enderwalk Saga: “The Lessons”
4/24 - HBomb’s diamond game, George’s anniversary dream, Bad hands out invitations
4/25 - THE RED BANQUET.
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Different but the Same (pt. 10)
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Word count: ~6.3
Rating: R18+/M
Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M
Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader
Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?
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ch. 10: A Seijoh Summer
“Hey!”  The black shades were plucked from her face, causing her to blink at the sudden light. “Are you just going to lay here instead of hanging out with me?” Kyotani crouched down beside her, glaring at the Omega. She sighed, propping herself up on her hands. She had been leaning against Iwaizumi, who was napping, acting as his shade as she read a book. 
“Iwa-chan! (Nickname)-chan! Come play with us.” Oikawa towered over the trio, casting shade on her face. Iwaizumi groaned, plucking the book away from his mate to cover his face. “We came here to hang out, not lounge around like potatoes!” 
“We never get peace, do we, Haji?” The Omega giggled, elbowing her mate. He grunted in response, face still hidden in the book. She stood up, dusting the sand off. “What are we playing?” Oikawa pointed off the distance towards the other third-years. Mattsun and Makki were playing 2-on-2 with Kindaichi and Yahaba. Kumini was wading in the ocean along with Watari. She furrowed her brows. “I call playing with Hiro and Mattsu!” The Omega announced, sprinting off into the distance.
“Oi!” Iwaizumi shouted after her, sitting up as the book slid off his chest. He scowled as she high-fived the two third-years. 
“There’s one more spot,” Oikawa teased. “Mine!” And he raced off. Iwaizumi cursed, jumping to his feet as he darted after his best friend. Kyotani growled at being left behind, and quickly ran after them both. Iwaizumi had always been faster than Oikawa and Kyotani, so it was no surprise that he managed to beat them to the court. Oikawa pouted before he joined Kindaichi’s and Yahaba’s side. 
“I’m gonna beat you,” Kyotani challenged, as he stood in the middle blocker position, opposite from Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi smirked. “Good luck.” 
After each set, they ended up switching players. One of the last games they played featured (Name), Oikawa, Kyotani, and Mattsun against Makki, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, and Kindaichi. “Chance ball!” (Name) shouted, holding her arms out to receive the ball. 
“Mad-dog-chan!” Oikawa yelled, setting the ball to him. Kyotani spiked it, only for Iwaizumi to narrowly tap it.
“One touch!” 
“Makki-san!” Kindaichi called, sending the ball that way. 
“Iwaizumi!” Makki set the ball up high for the ace, only for Iwaizumi to send the ball flying towards his mate. With a startled yelp, she narrowly brought her arms up to block her face. Sand kicked up as she stumbled.
The ball bounced off her forearm, flying towards the net and fell to the ground. “Sorry!” She panted, bending over as she rested her arms on her knees. Redness dotted her forearms.
“You okay, babe?” Iwaizumi slid under the net, running to her side. She smiled at him, patting his face.
“I’m fine! I’m so glad I never have to play you,” she teased, standing up. She surveyed the group. “The sun will be setting soon. I’m gonna go get the fire started!” 
“I’ll go with you,” Iwaizumi offered, but she waved him off.
“Stay and play.”  By now, the other boys had stopped playing in the water and were sitting in the sand watching. She looked at them, waving Watari over. “Watari-kun can help me. Kumini-kun, can you sub in for me?” Kumini made a face, before standing up and making his way to Oikawa’s side. Mattsun and Iwaizumi switched.
“What are we doing?” Watari asked as he walked beside the Omega.
“I wanna get the fire going for the bonfire,” she smiled at him, patting his head. As they made their way back to their stuff, she talked to him about school and asked how he liked being a part of the pack. By the time the boys had made it back, the fire was already stoked, logs had been pulled over to make artificial benches, and (Name) and Watari were digging into some meat that they grilled beside the fire.
“Hey! I didn’t know we brought this,” Mattsun grinned, plopping down beside the grill as he eyed the meat. 
“You know (Name)-chan wouldn’t let us go hungry,” Oikawa grinned. 
Iwaizumi leaned down beside her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You really do too much for this pack,” he murmured, rubbing his nose into her hair. A pleasant hum was given in response as the strawberry scent clung to his nose. She affectionately patted his arm with her left hand as she tended to the meat with her right. There were already trays of cooked meat out, so the boys made quick work of it. 
“There are rice-balls in the cooler over there,” she gestured with the tongs. “And the cooler-bag beside that one has drinks.” 
Brown eyes gleamed at her. “You shouldn’t have brought us alcohol, (Name)-chan!” 
She threw her empty bottle at him, shooting the captain a disgruntled look. “Don’t be stupid, Oiks. I’m not going to promote underaged drinking here.”
“But the third-years are already 18!” Makki complained, sitting down at the log opposite from her. 
“There are still underaged kids here, and this is a team excursion,” she reprimanded, (e/c) eyes hardening. “You four are more than welcome to drink in the comfort of your own homes, but not at team gatherings.” 
“Ugh, she’s stricter than Iwa-chan,” Oikawa muttered, only to be nailed in the head by his best friend. 
“Someone has to be responsible,” the Omega retorted, clicking the tongs at him threateningly. Iwaizumi sat down to the side of his mate, his legs encasing hers as her back met his chest. An arm was loosely slung around her waist. Besides them, on (Name)’s other side, was Kyotani watching the fire. Across from them, Oikawa sat with Makki and Mattsun. The third bench held Watari, Kindaichi, and Kumini. Though all faces looked tired, they all looked cheerful as they idly chatted about random topics.
“Thanks for planning this,” Iwaizumi whispered into her ear, the warm ear blowing the loose strands apart. She pulled the last of the meat off, snuffing the fire out as she did so. 
(Name) hummed in response. “You guys have been working so hard. You definitely deserve it.” The Aoba Johsai volleyball club had just finished their week-long summer training camp, and as a reward, she and Watari had planned this beach trip. It was tradition for them to have a bonfire after each training camp, regardless of the weather. They sat in silence as they enjoyed the company. Oikawa’s bluetooth speakers blew as some pop songs came on. The boys were all joking, shoving at one another to compete for the last pieces of meat. Mattsun and Kyotani had an arm-wrestling match for the last rice-ball only for Kindaichi to end up eating it because he didn’t know what was going on. “We have marshmallows and stuff if you guys wanna make s’mores!” 
That ended up being a disaster - which, to be fair, they should have expected. Oikawa ended up being overly excited about roasting his marshmallow that he ended up putting his fingers too close to the flames and dropped his skewer. Kyotani had laughed so much that he didn’t notice his own marshmallow falling off into the flames until it was too late. When Oikawa laughed at Kyotani, the younger Alpha began pelting Oikawa with marshmallows, nailing him right between his eyes. The other third-years were about to join in on the food fight when they were stopped by a fierce glare from (Name). At that point, the Omega just shook her head and confiscated the marshmallows, roasting them for the rowdy boys. “We can’t take you guys anywhere,” Iwaizumi grumbled, holding two skewers into the flames as he helped his mate put the s’mores together. 
Soon, the flames began dying down as the night got darker. “Hiro, Mattsu, do you mind going to get the van ready? Haji, Kyo, can you throw the coals out of the grill? There’s a bag there for that.” (Name) asked, pointing at all the tasks that needed to be done. Kindaichi sneezed, pulling his sweater tightly to himself. The Omega pulled out a blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. She surveyed the scene, tapping her chin lightly. “You can go with Makki and Mattsun,” (Name) smiled. “Actually, if you’re already finished packing your stuff, feel free to head back first!” A majority of the things had already been placed into the trash-bags that they had brought so there wasn’t much left to clean-up other than the bonfire and the grill. The first and second years headed back to the van first with their senpais, Oikawa eagerly leading the pack as they carried away; the captain hated the cold.
As she stood there, pulling her tote bag over her shoulders, she let out a sigh of relief. “You did good, baby.” A chaste kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapping around her waist. Kyotani started walking back, carrying the grill with him. The Omega turned in Iwaizumi’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned in. Their lips met, and she shivered at the electricity that shot through her body. She would never get used to that. “God I love you.” He decorated her faces with kisses, causing her to let out a soft laugh.
“And I love you.” Warm lips pressed against his. “Always.”
“Hurry up lovebirds or we’re gonna leave you!” Mattsun shouted, and they looked up to see their friends waving their arms laughing at them. 
“Race ya back!” The Omega winked, shoving the tote bag into his arms as she took off. 
After a moment of confusion, he tore after her, slipping in the loose sand. “That’s cheating!” He snapped, easily catching up to her. With a loud squeal, he had her over his shoulder as he climbed the hill.
“Haji!” She screamed, playfully beating at his back. They arrived at the van, and most people were already loaded up.
“Here are the keys,” Mattsun handed them to Iwaizumi, who pocketed them. Mattsun climbed in, taking his seat next to Makki. 
“Get out the front seat, Trashykawa,” Iwaizumi growled as he opened the door, abruptly yanking his best friend out.
“You’re so mean to me, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whined before he sat next to Mattsun. “It’s not fair that (Name)-chan can sit in the front, she’s literally the smallest out of all of us!” Iwaizumi placed his mate into the front-seat, buckling her in and stealing a kiss despite the noises of disgust from his team-mates. 
“You’re just jealous you haven’t found your mates yet,” (Name) teased, turning around and winking at them. Iwaizumi climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the van. Kindaichi, Watari, Yahaba, and Kyotani were squeezed into the back, though Kyotani looked annoyed at being pressed up against the others. Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa were in the middle row. She let out a happy chirp as she turned to face the front, her comforting scent filling the car. “Will you be okay to drive?” She asked, glancing at her mate. He hummed in response, one hand holding hers as he rubbed her knuckles. He faced forward, focusing on the road. “Let me know if you need me to switch off, okay?” 
Iwaizumi chuckled, pulling her knuckles to his lips. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.” 
The melody of gentle snores filled the car. “I love you,” she whispered looking out the window as the radio placed soft love songs. 
“Love you too.” 
“I love you too Iwa-chan, (Name)-chan!” 
Mattsun elbowed the captain harshly for his comment, causing him to let out a soft whine of pain.  
“Love you too, Oiks.” (Name) giggled, squeezing Iwaizumi’s hand. The scent and warmth of her mate, along with the sounds of their pack, filled her with comfort. He squeezed her hand as a low purr began in her chest. The steady drumming noise soothed her pack-mates who all slipped into various degrees of sleep.    
*****
“Hey, are you ready yet?” 
“Almost!” She called, readjusting the golden kanzashi. 
Iwaizumi opens the door, poking his head in. The Alpha was wearing a navy blue yukata with a silver obi while the Omega was wearing her own navy blue yukata with light purple and white flowers. She was wearing a matching silver obi.
“Iwaizumi-kun.” 
“Yes?” Iwaizumi straightened, meeting (Name)’s father’s gaze.
“We have a gift for you.” (Name)’s mother handed him a box. “Go change in the restroom and meet us in the living room.”
“Yes sir.” Iwaizumi bowed, taking the gift before disappearing into the restroom.
When he returned, he was greeted with the sight of his mate wearing a matching yukata while she chatted with her parents. “Oh perfect!” (Name)’s mother grinned. “I was hoping that it’d fit.” 
“Thank you very much,  (L.name)-san.” Iwaizumi bowed again, causing her mother to wave her hand.
“Nonsense, you’re a part of the family now, Iwaizumi-kun.”  
“Let’s go to the festival, shall we?” (Name)’s father asked, clearing his throat. 
As they left the apartment, Iwaizumi slid his fingers into his mate’s hand. “Your parents didn’t have to get me this.” 
She chuckled, squeezing his hand. “What, you don’t like matching with me?”
He rolled his eyes, scratching at his neck awkwardly. “I feel bad.”
(Name) stopped slightly, tugging him back as their eyes met. His heart stuttered at the soft expression on her face. “Don’t. You’re my mate, and this is how they wanted to welcome you to the family, ok?” 
Iwaizumi’s face cracked into a smile. “Ok.”
“Good! Now, let’s have fun at our very first festival together,” she chirped.
Iwaizumi let out a low whistle, eyes sparkling as he committed the look to his memory. “Damn, you are looking absolutely beautiful tonight. Whoever is your mate must be a lucky guy.” 
(Name) giggled, fiddling with the hair-piece once more. “What can I say, my mate has excellent taste.” 
Iwaizumi chuckles, coming to stand behind her to fix her obi before he wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face into her neck. “Do we have to go?” 
“Do you remember what happened last time?” She chided, sinking into his warm embrace. “It took Oikawa forever to forgive us.” 
He snorts in response. “Yeah, and he definitely took advantage of you. Remember how much milk-bread you ended up baking?”
She giggled, nodding. “C’mon, they’re probably waiting for us already.”
Iwaizumi sighed, nosing her scent gland. “Lemme just scent you real quick.” When the Omega had told him what had happened at the Tokyo festival, his blood had boiled. How dare those Alphas corner an Omega? Not to mention, Ushiwaka had to go in and save her. It had taken every bit of his self-control to admit that Ushijima had done him a favour by doing so, but the words and the idea still left a bitter taste in his mouth. 
(Name) softly hummed, waiting patiently for Iwaizumi to finish scenting her before turning in his arms to scent him back. His eyes fluttered shut, taking in deep breaths to appreciate her scent. “I think we’re finally ready,” she teased, causing him to open his eyes. 
“Hmm, I think I’m forgetting something.” He playfully tapped on his chin.
“What is it?”
“This.” He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. She made a soft noise in the back of her throat as she leaned into it, fingers playing with the folds of his yukata. “Alright, now I’m ready,” he said in a soft tone, leaning his forehead against hers.
“Me too,” she breathed. The couple remained still for a moment longer until Iwaizumi’s phone went off. 
He growled, picking it up. “What?” The Omega giggled, hearing Oikawa’s voice on the other line. (Name) gently tugged Iwaizumi out of her apartment as they made their way down the street towards Seijoh. “We’re on the way, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed. “No, I’m not buying you food.” He laced his fingers in hers as the Omega scanned their surroundings. Other couples and families were making their way towards the festivities as well.
“Why not?!” Oikawa whined loudly. 
“Because you can buy your own food, and I want to spoil (Name).” The named Omega flashed him a grin before looking back forward, watching with fondness as a mother and father swung their child in between them. Iwaizumi smirked slightly, squeezing her hand. “We’re almost there, we’ll see you soon, Stupidkawa.” Iwaizumi abruptly hung up, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “That idiot will be the death of me, I swear,” he muttered.
(Name) laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles. “Hopefully not before we’re officially mated.” He hummed, warmth sweeping over him. Her birthday was coming up soon. Iwaizumi couldn’t wait to finally have her as his and only his. 
“There they are!” Makki called, waving at the couple. (Name) waved back, pulling Iwaizumi so that he moved faster. 
“You guys took forever,” Oikawa groaned, pouting. 
Iwaizumi smacked the Alpha over the head. “Yeah, well we’re here.”
“Is everyone else here yet?” (Name) asked, scanning the group. 
Mattsun shook his head. “We’re just missing Kyotani. But I’m not sure he was coming. He never said if he was.”
(Name) pursed her lips slightly before shaking her head. “I’ll shoot him a text. Let’s just go ahead first, yeah?”
“(Name)-san!” Yahaba called, waving.
She turned, grinning as Kindaichi, Kumini, Yahaba, and Watari surrounded her. “We missed you so much!” Watari said, blinking innocently up at (Name).
“Will you go explore the festival with us?” Kindaichi asked, scratching at his neck awkwardly as he tried to look anywhere at the Omega. Kumini rolled his eyes as he noticed the redness that crept up Kindaichi’s neck.
“Of course, I’ve missed you guys so much.” (Name) said warmly, pulling them into a warm hug. The boys grinned at each other, holding the Omega tightly before pulling back. Watari and Yahaba grabbed onto her arms and led her towards the festival. She glanced over at Iwaizumi who was still chatting with the rest of the third-years. “Shall we head out?” She called to them. Warm brown eyes met hers as her mate gave her an affirmative nod. 
The Seijioh pack made their way down the street as (Name) pulled out her phone to text Kyotani.
(Name): Hey Kyo! We’re missing you at the festival. Please feel free to come join us, even if you’ll be late. Hope to see you soon!
“Who are you texting, (Name)-san?” Yahaba peeked down at her phone. 
“Just Kyotani,” she hummed before tucking her phone away into her sleeve. Looking up at the festival sign, she glanced at the mix of Alphas and Betas with her. “So, where are we headed first?”
“Ooh, I wanna look at the games!” Kindaichi’s eyes brightened.
“Food sounds really good though,” Watari mused, eyeing some teenagers with takoyaki.
“What if they run out of the good prizes though?” Yahaba argued, crossing his arms as he looked at the rest of the group.
“There were some food stalls near the games,” the Omega interjected. “So Watari-kun could get some food while the rest of you guys play the games.”
They all exchanged glances before nodding. “I forgot that you came here yesterday,” Kumini muttered as he fell in line with the Omega. The other three had already sprinted towards the games.
(Name) chuckled, nodding her head. “It’s been a tradition for Iwa and I to go early.”
“That looks good, doesn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked, pointing out a new booth. The Omega’s eyes brightened at the prospect.
“I’ve never heard of rolled ice cream at a festival,” (Name) mused, licking her lips.
Iwaizumi grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead as they stepped into line. She leaned into him, facing him with her arms around his waist as he ordered her favorite so that they could share. “What do you want to try after this?” He asked, glancing around to the other booths. 
“I don’t mind what we try as long as it’s with you.”
Iwaizumi chuckled, feeding her a spoon of ice cream. “You’re lucky this only happens once a year. I can’t imagine how much sugar you’d consume if this happened more often.”
She shrugged, leaning up to kiss him. He shivered under her cold lips. “But you’d still indulge me!” (Name) looked over as a child ran past her. “Ooh! I think I want a custard taiyaki now.” 
He rolled his eyes, scooping another spoonful of ice cream for himself only to have the Omega steal it. “Oi!” 
“Love you Haji.” She grinned before tugging him towards the taiyaki booth.
He stopped, glancing over at the booth on the opposite end. (Name) turned back, tilting her head until she realised what he was looking at. “C’mon.” He handed her the ice cream before heading under the cover of the booth. Rough fingers gently carded through the choices, pulling out a white yukata with roses on it. “This one please.” Iwaizumi looked at the clerk. 
As he left the store, (Name) peeked into the bag. “Y’know, you don’t have to get me a new yukata every year.” 
Iwaizumi shrugged. “Why don’t you just let me spoil you?” 
“Will you buy me my taiyaki now?” 
“Never mind, I don’t want to spoil you anymore.”
“Haji!” 
“Don’t you get tired of going though?” Kumini asked, glancing over at the Omega.
“Not at all,” she replied as they watched Yahaba and Kindaichi playing a ball-toss game. She glanced over at Watari who had gone to the takoyaki stand across the aisle. “It’s always nice for us to go alone, but I really enjoy going with the pack too.” Kumini remained silent, just giving her a stiff nod in response. He personally didn’t particularly care for the festival, but he had missed (Name)’s presence and so he went. 
In the corner of her eye, she spots the rest of the third-years playing the goldfish game. She shakes her head, amused as Iwaizumi yelled at Oikawa for bumping into him. 
“(Name)-san, look!” Yahaba called, bringing her attention back to the second year. Watari had just come back and was standing beside Kumini, looking very happy with his purchase. Yahaba held up the succulent that he had won. “Here you go,” he grinned, handing it to the Omega.
“Aw, thank you, Yahaba-kun.” She took it while ruffling his head, causing him to stick out his chest in pride. 
Kindaichi eyed them, determination flaring in his eyes. “I bet you I can win something better for (Name)-san!” He challenged. 
“Bring it on, first-year,” Yahaba turned back to Kindaichi. 
“Now, now, you guys don’t have to win anything for me,” the Omega interrupted, stepping between them. “I want you guys to have fun! I don’t need any of these things.”
“But-”
“No buts!” she corrected, before shoo-ing them towards the rest of the games. “Now go play to your heart’s content.”
Kumini snorted, watching as his team-mates sprinted off towards the next game, which was the balloon popping game. The Omega flashed him a grin, waiting for Watari and Kumini before they trailed after the two boys. 
“Is that (Name)-san?” At the sound of her name, she turned to see some familiar faces. “It is!” Goshiki grinned, sprinting towards her. “Hi (Name)-san!”
“Hello, Goshiki-kun.” Kumini and Watari turned, eyeing the males who had interrupted as the Omega stepped forward slightly. “Hi Shirabu-kun, Taichi-kun!”
“Hello (Name)-san.” Shirabu replied, hands shoved into his pockets.
“Hello!” Taichi offered the girl a smile. 
Shirabu eyed her company. “I’m guessing you’re here with Aoba Johsai?” He asked haughtily, his eyes flickering. 
(Name) ignored the malice that was laced in his voice as she nodded. “Yep! Gotta spend time with my pack,” she grinned.
“(Name)-san!” The Omega turned back as Kindaichi and Yahaba approached them. Yahaba’s lips were pursed as Kindaichi sported a massive Vulpix plushie. “Look what I won for you!” Kindaichi grinned, holding it out. 
“Wow, thanks Kindaichi-kun!” (Name) smiled, ruffling his hair and taking it. “I’m going to run out of arms soon,” she teased the two. Behind her, Goshiki was glaring at the first year. How could a Beta win her prizes when Goshiki himself couldn’t win her anything?
Taichi, sensing the heavy tension that was building, cleared his throat. “Anyways, we’ll see you at practice, (Name)-san.” 
“Oh! Right, bye boys! Take care of yourselves okay?” (Name) smiled, waving at them as Taichi dragged Shirabu and Goshiki off into the opposite direction.
“Was that Shiratorizawa?” Yahaba asked, eyes narrowing. Out of the group, he was the only Alpha. Kumini and Kindaich were Betas whereas Watari was an Omega. 
“Yep.” Kumini replied blankly, sending a text to the team group-chat. 
“Never mind them,” Watari interjected. “They’re leaving, let’s go back to having fun, ok?” 
“Yeah, let’s do that.” She encouraged them to try more games. As Kindaichi and Kumini went off to check out one of the booths, she exchanged looks with Yahaba and Watari. They were the only ones who could smell the bitter tang of jealousy from the other boys. They both decided to stick close to the Omega this time, keeping an eye out for other members of that pack. Kumini sighed, hoping that there wouldn’t be any more unnecessary drama. 
 *****
“Look who finally made it,” Mattsun teased from his position against a tree. “We’ve been waiting forever for you.” 
“It’s been like three minutes since I got your text, Mattsu,” the Omega dead-panned, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the rest of the group. “You guys go off and get whatever you’d like. Iwaizumi and I will set up while we wait for you.”
“Thanks (Name)-san!” Kindaichi dipped his head to the Omega before dragging Kumini away. 
“Oi, wait up!” Watari protested, as he and Yahaba followed the eager first-year towards the food stands.
“Alright, we’re out,” Makki added, giving them a two-finger salute before he dragged Mattsun away as well. Oikawa hadn’t joined them and was preoccupied flirting with some Omegas in the distance.
“How were they?” Iwaizumi asked, looking at his mate as he put down the bag of blankets. 
(Name) hummed as she withdrew one of the blankets, laying it out. It was tradition for the pack to claim this spot. Iwaizumi and the Omega would set-up the picnic area so that they could watch the fireworks together as a group while the rest did whatever they’d like. “Pretty good,” she said finally, smoothing out the fabric. 
Iwaizumi glanced at the plushie and succulent. “Did they win that for ya?” He teased.
She rolled her eyes, nodding. “I told them I didn’t want it, but Yahaba and Kindaichi got into a competition about who could win me the best thing.”
“Lemme guess, Kindaichi won the plush?”
“Yep!” 
Iwaizumi chuckled. They both worked in peace, unfolding another blanket until they’d set-up four blankets in the area. The Alpha plopped down, tugging his mate down to sit beside him. She was facing the festival while Iwaizumi was overlooking the hill. He carefully laid her so that her back on his lap as he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “Did you have fun?” He asked softly.
A pensive expression filled her face. “Yeah, I really missed them.”
“They’ve missed you too,” Iwaizumi admitted, glancing up at the sky. They both stared at the stars, hearing Oikawa’s voice pointing out and naming the various constellations in the back of their minds.
“Is that right?”
He hummed, a finger lightly stroking her cheek. “They always ask about you, every week. They look forward to Wednesdays ‘cause they know that’s when they’ll be able to see you.” Iwaizumi chuckled, looking down at his mate and adjusting the hair-piece.  
“Alright, ten more receive drills and then you guys could take a break!” Oikawa clapped his hands, surveying his team-mates. They were all on-edge, continuously glancing at the door in anticipation. Kyotani froze, tilting his head to sniff the air before throwing the ball away. Oikawa opened his mouth to protest, only for Kyotani to sprint towards the door. The other team members exchanged glances until Yahaba’s eyes widened. He too ran towards the door as Kyotani threw it open. The third years glanced at each other, amused at their underclassmen’s antics. 
A yelp echoed around the room as Kyotani threw himself at the Omega, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “Kyo!” She laughed, “how did you know?”
“Smelled ya.” He grunted as Yahaba joined him. Kyotani glared at the second year setter before huffing and allowing him to hug her as well. Excitedly, the rest of the underclassmen exchanged looks - making a move to head towards the Omega while they ignored the captain who was desperately trying to restrain himself from running to (Name) and hugging her as well. 
“Oi!” Iwaizumi called, amusement flickering in his eyes. “We’re in the middle of practice. You can say your ‘hellos’ during the break.”
Kindaichi exchanged a look with Kumini before reluctantly dragging his feet back to the court. As soon as they’d finished their drills, they immediately sought out and surrounded the Omega once more - each clambering for attention. 
“Man, they really missed her, huh?” Mattsun commented, beady eyes surveying the crowd.
“It’s not like they see her every weekend like us.” Makki glanced at Iwaizumi. “Or every day like Iwa.” 
They chuckled as they watched Oikawa weasel his way into the center of the mass, attaching himself to the Omega as he vyed for her attention. Even though there were other Omegas present, the atmosphere had lightened significantly when (Name) had walked in. Iwaizumi shook his head slightly, a bittersweet taste in his mouth. If only she had gone to Seijoh instead of Shiratorizawa. 
“Omega-chan!” They heard someone sing. 
Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring slightly as a familiar scent washed over them. 
“Tendou?” The Omega’s eyes widened as she sat up, her heart-rate spiking in alarm as she glanced at her mate. Tendou and Semi had approached. The red-head was hovering over her, pulling her onto her feet as he attempted to pull her into a hug.
“Oi!” Semi scowled, putting his arm out to stop the other Alpha. “Sorry, Iwaizumi.” Apologetic brown eyes met darkened brown eyes. Iwaizumi gave him a stiff nod. 
“Semi.” 
“Ooh, are you here with your mate then?” Tendou asked, pouting slightly as he turned back to (Name). “Is this why you wouldn’t win me more prizes?”
As the Omega launched into a calm explanation on how she had plans and that she had already told them that she wouldn’t go with Tendou just for the sake of winning prizes, another scent joined the fray. This time, Iwaizumi struggled to suppress his urges, his fists clenching and unclenching as brown eyes turned black. “Ushijima.” 
“Iwaizumi.” 
Besides them, the playful argument got more and more heated as the Omega started ranting about how she never saw her pack anymore because she’s always with Shiratorizawa. A wave of satisfaction coursed through Iwaizumi at her words. 
The two Alphas stared at each other, sizing up his rival. In the corner of his eyes, Ushijima noticed a familiar golden hair-piece, causing his own satisfaction to peak. Iwaizumi’s eyes narrowed, wondering what could possibly be making Ushijima feel satisfied when a bitter mint scent greeted them. “Ushijima. Leave my pack-mates alone.” 
The Seijoh pack members glanced up to see Oikawa standing there. He had his arms crossed, his eyes and voice cold as he stared challengingly at Ushijima. The other third-years were there as well, arms laden with boxes of food. Behind him, Kyotani had made his appearances, knuckles white as he clenched his jaw. The youngest Alpha glared at Ushijima, his scent bitter and sharp to their noses.  
Ushijima took a deep, steadying breath before glancing at Tendou and Semi. “Come, let’s go find the rest of the pack.”
“Fineee,” Tendou said, before moving to pat the Omega’s head. 
Warning growls were issued from the Seijoh pack-members, causing Semi’s hand to catch Tendou’s wrist. “C’mon, let’s go.” Semi waved apologetically to (Name) and Iwaizumi once more. “I’ll see you later, (Name).”
Oikawa’s brown eyes followed them, sneering as they disappeared into the crowd. Kyotani snarled at them as they brushed past him, causing Semi to flinch slightly. “Good riddance,” Oikawa muttered before turning back to his best friend and the Omega. “Are you alright, (Nickname)-chan?” 
She nodded, relieved that a fight hadn’t just broken out. 
Iwaizumi plopped back down, yanking the Omega down and twisting her so that she was seated between his legs. He leaned forward, scenting her. Mattsun and Makki exchanged small glances before settling themselves on Iwaizumi’s left side. Mattsun leaned against Makki’s chest, swinging his legs onto the Omega’s as he placed their food onto his lap. “Got you guys some food,” he offered, giving (Name) a soft smile. Kyotani plopped down in front of Oikawa, laying against the Omega’s legs possessively. 
Iwaizumi grunted, eyes slowly lightening as he continued to scent her. 
“Thanks Mattsu, you guys are so sweet,” the Omega smiled at them, her heart rate just settling. Oikawa plopped himself down on Iwaizumi’s right side, pulling out a jar of konpeito and plopping those onto (Name)’s lap. “Oooh, Oiks! You didn’t have to,” she squealed, leaning out of Iwaizumi’s grip to hug Oikawa.
He shrugged, puffing out his chest slightly. “Anything for my favorite Omega,” he winked at her as she released him. Iwaizumi fixed him with a hard stare, causing Oikawa to swallow. “Oh, look! There’s the rest of the pack.” He stood again, waving the others over. 
As the rest settled onto the mess of blankets that Iwaizumi and (Name) had spread out, (Name) leaned deeper into her mate’s chest. One of her hands scratched at Kyotani’s head. “I love you,” she whispered, peeking up at his tense face. She reached up, smoothing out his forehead. “If you keep doing that, you’ll get premature wrinkles,” she teased. In the corner of her eye, she could see Oikawa wanting to make a comment, but after scenting the air and sensing the residual bitterness from Iwaizumi, it appeared that he thought better of it.
“I love you too,” Iwaizumi muttered finally. 
(Name) leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re the only Alpha for me, promise.” 
He let out a sigh, his warm breath fanning her face as he forced his muscles to relax. “Yeah, I know.” Loud explosions filled the warm night air, redirecting most people’s attention to the sky. Instead, Iwaizumi just leaned down, capturing her lips. “I love you so much,” he mumbled against her lips. 
“I love you too.” 
Bonus
“Is this how we do it?” Kindaichi asked, looking down at the ball in his hand frowning.
The Omega glanced over from her work. She had been measuring out ingredients for the marinade. “Try wetting your hands a bit, Kindaichi-kun. It’ll prevent the rice from sticking to you.” She looked over at the ball in Watari’s hands. “That’s looking really good Watari-kun!”
“Thank you (Name)-san!” He grinned, carefully adding the seaweed to make a cute face.
“What type of filling should I use, (Name)-san?” Kumini asked, eyeing all the various containers out.
“Anything you’d like! These are for you guys, remember?” She grinned, before turning back to her own.
“Well, what type of filling do you like?” Watari asked.
She paused, blinking. It had been a really long time since she thought about it. “Salmon or egg has to be my favorite.”
Needless to say, a majority of the onigiri made that day ended up being salmon and egg.
*****
[Kumini]: Shiratorizawa is here
[Capt. Oikawa]: Why tf are they here?
[Mattsun]: You can’t gate-keep a festival Oikawa. Did something happen, Kumini?
[Yahaba]: That first year wanna-be and the two second years went up to (Name)-san earlier while she was with us
[Makki]: No Ushijima?
[Kumini]: Not with them at least
[Iwaizumi]: Don’t let her out of your sights.
[Yahaba]: Yes sir
[Capt. Oikawa]: how come you guys never call ME sir?
[Mattsun]: they’d have to respect you first
“I’m literally Captain! Why don’t they respect me?” Oikawa whined, crossing his arms. 
“Because you do shit like that, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. The third-years had stopped playing games and were heading towards their picnic area. 
“Ooh Kageyama!” A body ran into Iwaizumi causing the entire group to stop.
“Karasuno,” Oikawa growled, glaring at Kageyama who appeared suddenly. 
“S-Seijoh!” Hinata stuttered, stepping back and falling into Kageyama. 
“You better be training hard,” Iwaizumi commented, brushing off his yukata. 
“No matter how hard you train, we’ll beat you at the Spring Tournament,” Oikawa snapped, pointing at his rival. 
“C’mon, let’s go before (Nickname)-chan gets there,” Makki intervened, grabbing Oikawa’s collar and dragging him back on track only for the Captain to get distracted by his fan-girls.
Hinata shivered, looking over at Kageyama who had his arms crossed and a dark expression on his face. “They’re intimidating.” Turning to look for the rest of his team, he ran into a hard chest. Looking up, Hinata almost screeched.
“Hinata Shoyo. Kageyama Tobio.” Ushijima looked unimpressed at the two underclassmen. “Enjoy yourself. You’ll have more time for fun after we beat you at the Spring Tournament.” After this, Ushijima made his way towards Tendou and Semi who were checking out a food stand.  
“We’ll beat them!” Hinata’s eyebrows furrowed, determination coursing through him.
“Get better first and then you can make threats.”
“So mean Kageyama!”
Fun Facts
💟 Kyotani and Omega were very close - which wasn’t a surprise to most of the pack considering how approachable (Name) is
💟 Omegas in Seijoh were in charge of planning fun activities like the beach outing 
💟 Watari and the first years were extremely happy to spend quality time with her while they were cooking and learning how to make her special onigiris. The others were jealous when they found out, leading to (Name) promising to host more cooking sessions to placate them
💟 Iwaizumi had to step in when Kyotani threatened Kindaichi for eating the rice-ball
💟 The first years were a little sad that (Name) didn’t have a nickname for them, though they’d never tell her that. 
💟 Yahaba had a tradition of getting (Name) succulents. Her bedroom had a shelf dedicated to them
💟 Since meeting, Iwaizumi and (Name) had a tradition of going to festivals together. They’d go for one day alone, and then the next night with the rest of Seijoh. One time, they’d skipped the Seijoh outing. The other third-years ignored them for over a week until they hosted a sleepover and gave each individual apologies
💟 Whenever (Name) says “her pack”, she’s almost always referring to Aoba Johsai - a fact that isn’t missed by the Shiratorizawa pack members, which makes the underclassmen a little upset
💟 Kyotani has the best sense of smell out of Seijoh 
💟 Tendou had known that Iwaizumi was there, but he wanted to provoke both him and Ushijima into action 
💟 Iwaizumi didn’t know that Ushijima had been the one to buy her the hair-piece
💟  The only reason why Iwaizumi didn’t start a fight was because he knew that (Name) would be upset with him. Oikawa also wanted to start a fight, but decided not to ruin the mood. Kyotani on the other hand only stopped because Iwaizumi glared at him  
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fictional-thoughts · 4 years
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could we have some public or semi-public sex with our best boy pretty please
Pretty Please
nsfw. the mandalorian x reader
warnings: smut, fluff?, language, public sex, against a wall, slight choking, the filth is real
words: 4.1k
a/n: kudos to the lovely anon for the delightfully sinful prompt and inspiration of the title
A gloved hand closes around your lips, silencing a soft yelp that escapes your lungs as he’s pushed you to the wall. The Mandalorian looms over you, blocking the light all broad shoulders, gleaming beskar armour, the blank look of his visor and gentle signs of life coming from the rise and fall of his chest in line with his steady breathing. He’s tall, and having you pressed to the wall outside a grimy bar at quarter to midnight in a foreign city makes him only look all the more intimidating.
“Right now?” His deepened voice crackles through the modulatar, helmet tilted down, he’s gazing at you but only he knows that, panels of light from the yellow street lamps glide over the crest of the helmet as he tentatively looks over his shoulder, out to the busy street only yards away, packed with wandering city go-ers it’s loud and buzzing with the feeling being out at night gives one, of freedoms and excitement.
You tug his hand away from your mouth, breathing through your nose heavily you glare at the Mandalorian. “Why not?” Leaned comfortably against the wall — trapped — you’re allowing a smile to tug at your lips, bright eyes watching the Mandalorian. “This is nice,”
“Quiet,” he sounds distracted and looks down at you, letting his left hand drop, the Mandalorians looking at you sternly, you can feel it through the visor. 
“I think its quite perfect, actually.” You’re looking around, hearing him sigh deeply, wondering exactly why he puts up with you, he’s mulling over the idea of what you’d been suggesting to him only moments ago, back inside the warm building; leaned close to him inside the bar under the hazy lights, fingertips trailing over your glass you’d been murmuring dirty things, teasing, hinting of other things you wanted your lips wrapped around. She reminded him of the times before, lost in the throes of lust, she and the Mandalorian, together, of entangled limbs and buisning kisses, of the taste of her skin and he’s never felt anything so soft.
He wants you so bad.
The Mandalorian had grown warm under the helmet, clearing his throat, avoiding looking at you he’d been shifting in his seat, forced himself not to think of you, how your body fits so perfectly with his, your pink lips, the curve of your waist, beautiful, a piece of art he’s only so lucky to have in his grasp.
“Yeah?” He’s bemused, not nearly feeling as confident as you had been, leading him outside the bar, past the fringe of people gathered around, laughing and drinking, the air smelt of smoke and the city, of cooking food and gasoline from parked ships on the outskirts of town. “You think so,”
“Mhm,” your hands slide over his shoulder pieces, slipping your fingers beneath the beskar you’re digging your nails into the material of his shirt, drawing a short breath from the Mandalorian. He’s so cute, almost innocent, his reactions to your touch like nothing you’ve been with before, raw and honest.
“Mando,” and he’s looking at you, locked in, his eyes linger on your lips, and his hand comes to trace down the angle of your jaw, curving down your neck he’s pulling at the soft material of the tight turtleneck shirt you’ve got on under a thin layering of dark armour, bulletproof padding, knife holsters and shiny bullet packs. “There’s no one here,” you’ve got your lip trapped under your teeth, feeling the jumpstart of warmth settle itself at your core, rolling and heavy it’s coming in small waves and gods his touch gets you so riled up. “I mean, aside from the pervy droid,” you nod your head at the figure behind Mando’s shoulder, “but he’s walking away.”
There’s laugher in your tone and the Mandalorians huffing, tugging your neck piece back up he’s pulling away. “Do you ever shut up?” He’s speaking over his shoulder to you and checking for the droid, he’s quick to anger and his fingers itch to grab the blaster at his side — but the robots hurrying on its way, strutting over the rubble on the cities streets. Voices and shouts are heard inside the bar, doors slam open and small groups of people walk past — if they slow down, look a little closer and peer to the left through the darkness, they would spot the Mandalorian and you so quickly.
“Nope,”
“You should consider silence.” He’s turned back to you, leaning on the wall again he’s towered over you, caged and feeling small you’re sliding yourself further up against the cold wall as he’s getting closer and closer, pushing the cold night air away till he and you are the only ones left in the space, lost in the moments, the memories of today’s fading away and you’re nodding, looking up into the Mandalorians visor with nothing but innocence, sultry, alluring innocence and it’s dragging him closer till he’s pulling his gloves off and got his hands round your waist. “Might be good for you.”
“You sure?” A whisper, light as air and you’re arching into him, letting your hands slide down his chest, palms pressed over the cold beskar armoury the Mandalorians adorned with. “I think you rather like the sound of my v-oice,” you’re words are clipped, cut short as he’s dragging his hands downward, squeezing the curve of your ass, shaping you, inching himself closer, his palm slides inwards and around, slipping between your warm bodies.
Mando rolls his eyes at your words, he’s annoyed with your teasing, the game, the constant back and forth, an unbalanced act of intangible intimacy; controlled, content, and the passionate, rough and dirty words. He can’t find where you sit on the balance and it angers him. But he does like the sound of your voice, it fills his ears like a thousand prayers, soft on the edges with hints of a curled tongue, you’ve made him start to smile softly when you speak, telling him of anything — he’d listen to you for hours. “Maybe,” he feels your thighs tighten closed, your body reacting to his touch, melted and in a daze, the Mandalorian feels a tug of the familiar hotness deep within him as his fingers are slipping around the inseem of your thigh, he’s pulling it to the side and you’ve gripped his shoulder, swallowing a soft gasp.
“Want me to keep talking?” He’s pulling at the ties of your armour, unbuckling and moving the tight material to the side, hurried, smooth. You’re standing on tiptoe, leaned into him, engulfed in his presence — you’ve never let him have personal space anyways — close enough to graze your lips over the face of his helmet, in place of who he really was, you’re hands slide over his shoulders and clasp behind his head, elbows bending you’ve got him pulled close enough to whisper where his ears would be under the helmet. “I can tell you everything I want you to do to me,” thinking, imagining of his hand curled around your throat, legs wrapped around him tightly as he’s fucking you against the cities wall, under the canopy of stars, moons and the vast openness.
You don’t care, under the light of the foreign city, pressed to the wall, the Mandalorians hands on you it’s a risk, a hidden and secret game, of will and the desperation of moments.
She’s so desperate. Mando bites his lip, keeps the satisfied groan at bay, your words, alluring and twisted with seduction — it’s working — hotness seeps under his armour, tugging at his self control. He wants to hear it, to take your whispered fantasies, bring them to a beautiful reality.
“No,” he’s saying, more to himself that to her, preoccupied with his hand between the two of you, your shirt slides up as his hand spans the softness of your stomach, past the ridges of your ribs and he’s got his hand on your breast, curved around the shape he’s pulling a moan from your lips.
“Gods, Mando,” her choked moans seem tens of times louder in the street, he’s sure everyone outside the bar can hear her they’ll come to investigate and god this is a bad idea.
“Quiet.” He’s ordering her, pushing her harder into the wall.
She’s smiling, eyes alight to match the stars she wants this so bad. “Make me,”
A challenge, controlled by longing it’d twisted with her determination and the constant urge to get a rise out of the Mandalorian, to test him. It’s heated and hinting. He scoffs, pulls his hand from her shirt and pushes her back to the wall, forceful and just how she likes it he’s bringing a gasp from her lips she’s opening her mouth to speak again when he’s hand slips down her front. He’s silent, observant, watching her expressions as his fingers push past her underclothes, she’s warm under his touch and quivering and wet. He’s gathering her slickness, the drops of warmth borne of longing he’s got two fingers running up and down and soon they’re circling her most sensitive spot.
Fires spreading over his body and suddenly his armours too tight, he feels his own warm skin, every inch trapped under the thick material and heavy metal. His eyes drop to his hand between your thighs, then he’s looking at you. Eyes screwed shut you’re lost, high above the city, fists gripping his broad shoulders and lips parted — though you’re not making a sound. Each moment against you is burning hot, the looming and waves of pleasure is threatening to ruin you, peel back the layers of control, of conflict between emotions.
Now she’s quiet.
You’re caught on the edge, so close to slipping you feel your knees weaken, heavy under the intoxicating fire spreading throughout your anatomy; indescribable, pulling it’s wrecking you.
Trembling, a shard of glass on the battle field you lean your forehead to his chest, the Mandalorian is balanced, of metal and weapons surrounding you it’s all you’ve got to grasp as his touch is slowly taking over, gentleness and silence forgotten you bite down on a gasp, voice lost in your lungs it’s nearly too much when two fingers curl inside, pushing up and dragging out he’s going slow on purpose. Eyes closed you’re in ecstasy, wrapped in the idea of risk, of challenge and Mandos so, so, so close to having you, to make you his own.
“Gods,” your words come out in the form of a gasp, taunt and heavy you’d been holding in your breath, engulfed in the feeling, his hands cupped around your slicked cunt, his thumb grazes over the sensitive bud, feels your body jerk in reaction and all he wants to do is taste. Mando’s drunk on the sights and sounds, your breathings speeding up in time with the slow movements of his hand, he can just hear your longing whispers, tugging at his building arousal he’s imagining you back on his ship, spread and so close, he’d suck short kisses into your thighs, curve his hands over the smooth skin, something so soft and warm he’s never wanted anything more than to just duck under your thighs, pull your hips close and delve into your glistening cunt. He’d pick up on every moment, every tremor in breath, your hands tightening in his thick hair he’d moan against you, push impossibly closer and have you saying his name, a prayer on your tongue. “‘m so close Mando…”
He’s caught in your trap, your body leaned to his, weakened at the fault of pleasure, he’s holding you, grounded and balanced, pressing you to the cold wall — his chest heaving under your forehead, the beskar cooling under your hot skin. You’re hot and sweaty under the constricting armour, buried under the darkness of it you wonder how much you can get away with — can you pull free of his hands, unbuckle and free yourself from the armour? Tilt the Mandalorian’s restricting helmet back, to feel his lips on your skin? Kiss down your throat, curl his tongue over your breasts and teeth biting down into your skin — you’re thoughts are blocked by shooting and grinding and building pools of warmth, then suddenly you’re silent, lips parted but not a word is uttered, he’s got your form under control, a possession of fantasy, of demands and passion, curling two digits within you, fucking you, it’s not enough but too much all at once. Please, it’s not the end, the building breaks off, and he’s removing his hand from you, slipping from your soaked centre you suddenly feel empty, without the rush.
He’s stopped.
“What —” In the darkness between buildings of the city, you’re choked on whimpers, hands twisted in the material of the Mandalorians shirt, desperatly wrinkling it as your thighs tremble, of wind in a summer storm, waves crashing into the rocks, frigid, blinding — then it all stopped. “M-mando,”
He’s stepping back, rolling his broad shoulders and resisting every urge to forget his surroundings, break apart from the ties of decency. Your chest is dropping with heavy breaths, shirt pulled apart the arches of your breasts show beneath the covering, there’s just enough light to see the shadows glide across your skin, a spotlight on the feature artwork. You’re thinking of insults, caught on the brink of release he had stopped, teasing and mercilessly, “you’re so mean,” scolding, pushing back the urge to smile.
Wrecked, alive on the heat returning to your skin, the Mandalorian finds himself smirking under the mask, he’s close again and feels just how much you want him, the feelings mutual, he’s filled with the churning need, of indulgence and cravings and he’s growing in confidence, thick and heavy it’s dripping off him; he’s loosing shame he doesn’t seem to care anymore, of the placement in the cities streets where anyone could walk upon them. It’s making him hotter and he looks down at you, blushing and eyes only for him, he’s basked in your beauty, the sheer darkness and warmth he sees within her amazes him. “I thought I told you to be quiet.”
The reality sinks around you, the sounds and smells of the city snap back into focus. Then suddenly the air of risk is alight, you’ve got a twinkle in your eye, of which the suns and stars are envious and Mando’s sure he’d do anything for you, if only you looked at him that way again. “I dont recall,” your words cut short, the Mandalorians a step closer and finally touching you again, dripping in honey hes slow and careful, moulding you to his form you’re trembling again, excitment and something else building with you.
The Mandalorians armour is pressing into your skin, digging and cold you gasp as he hitches your thigh around his waist properly, a clinking and grind of his armour and he’s mumbling a quick “sorry,” before shifting you again, muttering as his capes caught on your thigh holster. It’s rushed and whirled within the buzzing feeling of the risk. Of staying silent, on edge, that anyone could walk past.
“Keep going,” he’s as close to you as possible, your high over his side, he’s got you pinned, tight to the wall you bite down on a moan as you feel him brush past your core, tingles erupt over the plains of your skin and all you want is for him to remove his helmet, to distract your lips with his own, sliding against and bruising you crave the clash of lips and teeth, to feel him groan into your mouth, lost in the cage of passion. Its all too much and you’re sure you’ll collaspe with weakness, its a rustle of clothing, hushed movements and clinking of armour nearly masked with the covering sound of heavy breathing, soft sighs and clipped swears. He’s painfully hard and chasing the feels of release, your thigh wrapped around him its only the perfect angle, she’s slicked and finally he can step a little closer, hitching her up inches higher she’s sinking around him, arching her back from the wall they’re both lost in the trance of the moment. Mando’s paused, caved over forwards he’s leaned onto her shoulder, chewing his lip under the helmet he tests a movement, pushing further into her she gasps loudly.
His hand closes around her mouth, sealing her lips from sound he’s getting a rythm. Pushing her into the wall harder at each thrust, its a battle between control and risk, nearly silent he’s wrapped up, sunken into her, clothes the only barrier between them in the dead of night, he’s fixing his posture and his grip on her, one hand under her thigh the other closed around her lips hes connected to her in more ways that that, so tight and warm around him its a mess of burned desire, flowing through him he’s pulling her hips from the wall, getting her up and under him the Mandalorian feel’s every milimeter of her, slicked and smooth, traces dipped in honey. “Gods,” his tone, manipulated by the mask its still raspy, broken by the seductive distractions of her body to his, its hard stringing together cohernt words. “Fuck,”
You’re struggling with movement, the overheated and overwhelming rush of the Mandalorians increasing roughness — it’s fire, sent to burn down the cities it’s destructive, burning. You gasp and moan his name, muffled by his hand over your lips, thankful of that as each time he’s fucked up into you, dragging you closer to the steep edge you’re only getting louder. Hands gripping anywhere you can reach, blinded by half lidded eyes through the darkness he’s everywhere, around you, his voice, deep and dripping with ragged intensity it’s only fueling the flames. Tears form at the corners of your eyes, prickling your lashes you squeeze them shut, curling your fists in the material of his shirt and armour you’re so close it’s nearly unbearable. He’s hard and hot and thick, pressing you indescribably close, he’s using you — and it’s all that you want him to do.
“This is what you wanted?” He’s loosing himself, his pose of toughness, of battles and ruined ships through the galaxy, his voice curls with broken whines, softening on his tongue. It’s a bribe, your flushed body undenying of the human pleasures, and he’s taken it. “Wanted me? Right here?”
You’re nodding, albeit frustrated at how quickly the Mandalorian can pull you to the edge, you want it to last for hours, drag on and on till you’re trembling, lost of air in your lungs until he’s all you have to breath through, to live on. But each hit, the bruising stroke of his cock against the pooling warmth at your core — it’s holding you over the edge. The fall is steep, and you know it’s coming fast.
The lights, the voices and beings of the city, of the vast openings and at the same time, of isolation. Over your travels of the galaxy, every path and turn you’ve made for yourself, has landed you being fucked by a Mandalorian outside a bar. And so well at that. He’s ripped from you all words, and his quiet grunts and shifts of breath falter, pushed on by the adrenaline of the risk, he’s nearly there. His hand leaves your lips and winds around your throat, the lines of his fingertips pressed into the soft sides your neck, a flood of pleasure leaks from your centre, warming him and you.
“Please,” you’re choked, jerking up as he’s fucking you faster, harder, chasing after the promised release. Pretty please. You’ve tightened your thigh around him, curved around his waist, tangled in weapon holsters and edges of guns and knives — the danger of it. “Mando…”
He’s faltering, using the full force at each hit he’s pulling you from the wall, muscles strained he’s falling into a delirious trance, you’re all he’s got, soft whimpers fill his ears and the sights of you, glazed over under the hazy and limited light of the city’s lamps, flashing red and orange it’s poetry. His hand squeezes your thigh, and he’s groaning, shaking under the pressure, the Mandalorian feels you tense, and you’re gonna win the race, slipping around him, the ridges of armour and leather press to her skin. He’d never expected it to be this good, and it surprises him every time, the relentless feelings, urges and the softness she brings to him.
Don’t stop, don’t stop don’t stop. You’re squeezed around him, locked your thigh around him it mirrors the grasp he’s got on your throat, delicate and pulling the air from your lungs it’s aiding in the build up, sinful and longing, the crashing of violent waves upon a thousand sands, you feel him under you; together under the secrecy of exposure — but isn’t that the rush? The feeling of getting caught? You gasp, wetted lips parted your cores tightening, that burning familiar coil wound tight and times running out, he’s got to keep going.
Mandos breath shutters, he’s saying your name, hot on his lips you’re all he can see. Then he’s jerking your form close, unwinding from the bridge of emotions, of forbidden feelings but it’s all to much. He’s pushed against you, thick and hot and deeper then he’s paused, the warmth of your cunt squeezed around him, sending shocks through his nerves. You’re trembling, hot on release you’re drowning in him, weakened against the Mandalorian he grunts and lifts you, crashes your back to the grimy and hard wall you slide your other leg around his own, caught on bullet cases and shining beskar armour. “Come on..” his breath is shuttering in his lungs, you’re all that’s surrounding him, body tense and arched with rocks of pleasure, each hit is masked with bruising force, focused on dragging it out, stretching it over the line of pleasure and pain, he wants to make it last forever.
“M-mando —” Its hitting you like lightning, hot and flashing it’s curling up inside you, hot and thick the Mandalorians fucked out, slipping from the edge you’d just fallen from you both land in a daze. Ripped from the planet, crashing together he’s buried so deep you’re sure he’ll break you. “Gods you’re so good.”
You swallow gasps and his hand leaves your throat, it lands on the wall beside your head and his own comes to rest on your shoulder, the metal cooling against the exposed skin. Under the helmet the Mandalorians got his eyes screwed shut, sunken into the feelings drifting off the entangled lovers. She’s soaked, filled and fucked out, wrecked and she’s holding onto him, braced to the cold wall he’s finally slowing down. Controlling his pace. The Mandalorian falls from his high, muscles relaxed, wrecked from overdrive. He’s finding words to string together but nothings going to make sense. “That was…” it was quick, rushed and twisted with urges of passion and longing.
“Great.” You sigh, lean back against the cool wall and let your legs slide away from him, he’s straightening up and gazing down at your blushing cheeks, swollen lips and bright eyes. Bodies abuzz with leftover adrenaline, the lovers pull themselves back together, pick up the forgotten pieces left on the ground, you straighten your armour and watch the Mandalorian rebuckle and clip his own armour, pull his gloves back over his hands. You’re still caught in the moment of release and feel the hotness still thick between your thighs. He could have you over and over again and it wouldn’t be enough. “We should do this again sometime,” you’re gesturing at the vast openness around you, the reminder of the risk.
The Mandalorian looks over you, the helmet tilts to the side, picking out the small details of you he loves and he forgets where they are in the moment. He’s quiet, watching you, and you both feel the settling sounds of the foreign city, lights are fading and so are the voices. He turns away and begins to leave. “You need to work on your volume.”
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oh-my-sparkle · 3 years
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Dream a little dream
Part 2
Reader x Hwang Hyunjin, Reader x Mystery NCT member
[Genre] Highschool au, fluff, angst, mystery, comedy.
[Groups mentioned] Stray Kids, NCT, GOT7, Itzy, and others.
[Word Count] 2.7K
[Warnings] Mild violence, mild use of profanities.
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The week goes by slowly. There haven’t been too many assignments going around, so you’ve been able to enjoy your days after school. After your weird encounter with Johnny, you can’t help but feel the odd glances some of his friends throw at you, and it’s been starting to make you a bit uncomfortable, so you’ve been taking the bus home instead of the subway.
New faces from school join you on this route. Sometimes you find yourself being seat buddies with some of the older classmen, one of these being a really friendly student named Jackson.
“Hey Y/n!” He says as he sits in the seat next to you, before the bus fills up at the stop closest to your school. “How were classes today?”
“Meh, same old same old.” You smile. “Yours?”
“Well I’ve got this horrible chemistry group project coming up and none of my friends are really doing anything. Neither am I, let’s hope we don’t blow anything up on the day of the presentation.” He says jokingly.
“Ah, nothing to spice up a class like a little combustion.” There’s a comfortable silence until Jackson speaks up.
“Did you move recently?” He asks.
“Me? No.”
“Oh, I’ve just never seen you taking this route before. So I thought maybe you had moved or something, because I've seen you around school for a few months already.”
“Yeah, um…” You think about how to phrase it, “I usually take the subway, but I run into some people that I don’t really want to see.”
“Bullies?” Jackson asks concernedly, “If you need me to help you deal with anyone, I can get my friends and-“
“No! Its not that!” You quickly reply, although your thankful for Jackson’s protectiveness. “Its just that there’s this guy I know, who I’m friendly with, and he’s nice and all, but all of a sudden he and his friends are all weird around me. I get the feeling they’re talking about me every time I see them. I don’t know what I did, or what happened, but I’ve literally felt eyes on me sometimes, and I turn and look, and I catch them looking at me. Its… weird.” You sigh, “So I stopped taking the subway since some of them take the same line.”
“Oh wow, that’s weird.” He says curiously. “Have you thought about talking to them about it?”
“I don’t really want to, I don’t know them that well. I’d really rather just ignore it.”
“Well… I hope that ends soon.” Jackson pops up like he suddenly remembered something. “Oh hey, by the way, have you heard of the party that’s going to happen this Saturday?”
“Not at all… I’m probably too lame to be invited” You giggle.
“Well, most of my friends are going, I think you already know Mark and Yugyeom, right?” you nod “Well, some guys we know are throwing this party at someone’s house downtown and it seems like its gonna be really cool. You should definitely go with us.”
“Oh, that sounds nice! I’d like to”
“Yeah, um, give me your number and I’ll text you the details once I have them.” He says handing you his cel, “They’ll all be people from school, and I’ll be there, so you’ll know them, but you can definitely bring your friends too.”
“Sure, I’ll think they’ll be up to it!”
The bus is nearing your stop, so Jackson stands up so you can get off. “I’ll see you soon!” you say with a smile as you rush off. You have to walk a couple of blocks from here and you pop into a bodega to buy yourself a sandwich since your aunt is out of town and you’ve been to lazy to cook. While petting the shop cat as you wait for Dan, the shop owner, to make your food, you hear your cel bing.
Chenle: Are you home?
You: be there in 5
Chenle: I’ll be there in 10.
Since your lack of homework has given you plenty of free time, Chenle’s popped by your place a few times to work on a song cover your both doing, and Somi and Yuna sometimes come over to help film the two of you, or other times its some of Chenle’s friends, like Mark or Jisung. You grab your order and rush out, “Thanks Dan!”
Minutes after you close the door to your aunts cozy townhouse, you hear knocking at the door. Chenle is there, leaning against the doorway when you open, wearing a pair of ridiculously big sunglasses.
“Are you doing that thing where you pretend you’re cool again?” you say, “I thought sunglasses were my thing?” He scoffs as he takes them off and you let him in.
“Hey Ada!” He says out loud.
“My aunts out of town for a week” You say, leading him to your room.
“Cool, party.” You both plop down on your bed to stare at the ceiling and kick your shoes off.
“Speaking of,” You say, facing him, “Did you know there’s a party happening this weekend?”
“This weekend?” He says raising a brow, interested.
“Yes, and since we’re part of high society, we’ve been invited”
“Ooohh.”
“Well, technically I’ve been invited, I guess you can tag along since I’m so charitable.” He rolls his eyes.
“Whose party is it?”
“I’m not sure… you know Jackson? Well, he told me he was invited, its some friends of his and lots of people from school are going apparently. He said he’d text me the details.”
“Oh, actually, I heard some guys talking about going to a party with Jackson.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, Seungmin and Jeongin… so that means Hyunjin will be there too.”
“Oh.” You said, trying to be discreet, but Chenles eyes were burning into you and you tried to look away.
“That means Emmy will be there too.”
“Whatever. Why don’t we go eat something before we start doing our thing? Want half a sandwich?”
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The following day is Friday. You wear a pair of baggy jeans and a large white t-shirt that you knot at your waist. Plain sneakers, a basic black jacket, your hair is let lose while it dries from its morning wash. You slip on Chenle’s sunglasses just before you leave home, seeing that he forgot them on your kitchen counter yesterday. Not resisting the urge, you also grab a plain black baseball cap that your aunt left on the coat hanger and put it on backwards. An exemplary cool kid is what you look like when you check yourself out in the hallway mirror.
You take the bus, a littler earlier than usual, and make sure to go buy an iced coffee before slipping into school.
“Well, hello Hollywood!” Says Somi, coming up behind you and swinging her arm around your shoulders. “You know, I heard the theater kids are organizing a top-secret runway battle against the dance kids in the hallway in building B during the first break today. You know, where all those empty classrooms are that people go make out in all the time.” She says, eyeing your outfit with approval. “You should join”.
“Yeah, and risk starting a war by getting the music kids involved? I think not.” You sip your coffee.
“Well, I’m sure some of the dance kids would love to see you there.” She says with a mischievous smile.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, just a little something I’ve been hearing around… You know I know things.” She laughs, and quickly changes the topic “I hope they bring voguing into the mix so that we can just see those dance kids get beaten at their own game.”
“Wait… What?” you say, still processing the former statement.
“Gotta go! I’m up first in a presentation today.” She smooches your cheek with a loud smack and runs off, leaving you a bit stunned.
You walk to your first lesson of the day, literature, which is a subject you love but a class you hate, because you see your least favorite group of people there. Miss Emmy and her minions, Jacob and whatever her name is, are seated with Hyunjin and Felix, and the last available seat in the front is right next to them. You walk in and greet Mr. Roberts, who is wearing a knit sweater and a gentle smile, while you head to the desk. You set your things down and just as your about to land on your seat, you feel the chair is pulled out from under you with a screech, and you land straight on the floor.
With your temper, you would have turned around to hurl insults at whoever it had been, but as soon as you landed, the piercing pain you felt in your left wrist was the only thing that mattered. You cry in pain and tears immediately brimmed from your eyes.
Mr. Roberts immediately rushes to you and you can hear people bustling about, along as what you think are some giggles. Some voices begin to raise behind you as Mr. Roberts starts asking you what hurts. As soon as you raise your arm, you can see the swelling in your wrist.
“Why did you do that?” Someone shouts behind you.
Mr. Roberts tries to straighten your hand, gently, and you silently scream and begin to sob. “Oh no sweetie, that doesn’t look good, lets get you to the nurse’s office.” He says.
“I saw you kick her chair out!” It’s Felix that’s yelling, that you can tell, and some other students agreeing with him, but you’re too focused on yourself that the moment. As Mr. Roberts starts to help you get up, some argument and clamoring breaks out, and suddenly its chaos. Mr. Roberts tries to step in and calm everyone down, but suddenly it’s a mosh pit. You can’t see much from your position on the floor until there’s a gasp and absolute silence.
Suddenly, Mr. Roberts splits everyone up while roaring “THAT’S ENOUGH YOU DELINQUENTS!” and pulls out a bloodied Felix. His nose is bleeding and he’s covering one eye with his hand, groaning in pain.
Mr. Roberts, usually a ray of sunshine, is fuming. “YOU.” He says pointing randomly at Na Jaemin, “AND YOU.” He says pointing at Hyunjin. “Grab their things and take them to the nurse’s office. AND ONCE THAT’S FUCKING DONE YOU’RE ALL GETTING FUCKING DETENTION!”
You sniffle. “Except for you miss y/n, you’re good.” He says kindly after turning to you.
A moment later you feel Jaemin wrap an arm around you and you see he has your things, even your hat and glasses that came off during your fall. He guides you out and you can imagine that Felix and Hyunjin are following along, but you can barely see out of your teary eyes. You whimper when you accidentally brush your hand against yourself when trying to hold it in the least painful position as possible, and Jaemin coos at you and pats your shoulder, saying it’s gonna be ok.
As you reach the nurse’s office, you are greeted by a man in a uniform with a nameplate that says ‘Toby’. He’s surprised to see you and Felix, not expecting this scene so early in the morning. “Sit here.” He guides both you and Felix, gesturing to Hyunjin and Jaemin to sit across the room. He quicky looks over both of you, asking what hurts, and gives you ice packs to place over your injuries. “I’ll be right back, I need to get some supplies.” He says, heading out.
The room is quiet, except for a few of your sniffles. Your not crying anymore but you start to think over what just happened. All four of you raise your heads at the same time.
“I-, I’m sorry.” Although quiet, Hyunjin breaks the silence. He looks at Felix first, then at you “I’m so sorry.” He says again, his eyes are full of sadness, looking at you intensely, waiting for your reply. What are you supposed to say?
“Your girlfriend is a bitch.” Felix suddenly says and you jolt in surprise at how loud he says it. His voice is so deep that it makes his anger even more palpable.
Hyunjin tries to say anything, struggling as his mouth gapes and closes, but they’re silent words and his doe eyes are full of some feeling that’s overwhelming him.
“He’s right. Your girlfriend’s a bitch. I suspected it, she confirmed it. Today.” Jaemin casually says. So Emmy was the one who pulled your chair out? Who punched Felix?
“I-,” Hyunjin kept stuttering. “I’m so sorry.” He said to both of you, but afterwards his eyes stayed on yours. Gosh he was cute. Even if you were feeling a thousand feelings, anger, confusion, embarrassment, and goodness so much pain, you forgot about it all for a moment when his eyes met yours and it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered. He looked so sad, so confused, incredulous. He was wearing a blue sweater with a white collar peeking out. The blue complemented his pale skin and brought out his warm, brown eyes. Small strands of dark hair fell over those said eyes, and he was wearing those round, dark rimmed glasses that you liked so much.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but she pulled your chair out.” Felix said quietly to you. Now you were angry, as that feeling built up and overcame the others, you felt only anger.
You thought about what to say. After all, Emmy and her friends were the ones who hung out with the two of them and their friends all day. When she’d throw jokes your way or poked fun at you, they wouldn’t interject. They’d hardly laugh, never participate, but they wouldn’t stop them or defend you. It wasn’t always you, they’d have their typical spat with random students all the time, taking advantage of every opportunity to make a joke out of someone. They’d tone it down when their ‘other’ friends were around, the nicer crowd that Felix and Hyunjin belonged to, keeping the smallest of appearances up. But even they new what Emmy and her friends were like. And she was not even the worst of them…
“Your girlfriend is a bitch.” You looked at Hyunjin coldly. You were firm in saying the following, “And her friends are assholes. But hey, you’re the ones who are always enjoying their antics and spending time with them, so what does that make you two?” His eyes went wide, Jaemin let out a chuckle. You didn’t know how Felix reacted; he had a bag of ice on his face. 
Maybe you shouldn’t have been so hard on Felix, you got the impression that what happened in there concerned him defending you. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so hard on Hyuinjin either, but in the moment you decided that your feelings for him may have clouded your judgment in the past when it came to him being complicit to Emmy’s behaviour towards you and others. Why did you like this guy so much? Looking back, Emmy had been afwul to you in quite a few key moments, and he was always there next to her, ignoring it as much as he could, and then he’d let her cuddle into his side as if nothing happened. So yeah, they hang out with the assholes and stand by idly while the assholes do their thing. That’s not okay. And right now it was so not okay with you.
Toby walks in again, carrying some things with him. He quickly puts a compression glove on your wrist, being extra careful to not hurt you. He gives you a few recommendations on how to care for it at home, and says it should be fine in a couple of weeks.
“I can write you a note to go rest” He says. “I’ll be fine,” you reply, “thank you though.”
“You two can go now, I’m gonna need another moment with him.” Toby gestures towards Felix and you take one last look at him and Hyunjin, who’s sitting in his chair looking completely dejected.
As you are about to step out you see your reflection in the door’s glass panels. Your eyes are red and puffy, and your hair is a mess. “Wait” you say, stopping Jaemin and turning to him. “I can’t be seen like this.” You tell him gravely, melodramatically. He gets the cue and helps you put on your hat and glasses, and for final measure, he hands you your iced coffee. You can hold your head high again.
The first round of classes are ending as you step out and the halls begin to crowd. As Jaemin slips your backpack on you, you give him a smile. “Thanks for helping me out there.”
“No problem. I’m guessing that guitar thing at your place with Chenle isn’t going to happen?”
“Nope, guess not.” You gesture at your hand, “But, are you going to that party tomorrow?”
“Yeah, you?”
“After today?” You sigh and chuckle, “Hell yeah.” As you are both about to go your separate ways, you turn back. “Wait! Jaemin, have you heard about a supposed ‘runway showdown’ that’s happening today?”
He beams from ear to ear, knowing what your about to say. “Half of my friends are already there”. You let him pull you away.
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a-square-minus-one · 3 years
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Honey 3
Author’s Note: The ideas I have for this story are starting to become a little difficult to actualize in a series of one shots so now my story will be a series of interconnected one shots and multi-chapter arcs that lead to Garfield and Raven falling in love. This chapter will be a part of an arc. 
You can read Honey 2 here.
When Raven walks into the kitchen to make herself some chai tea she is surprised to see that it is near noon. She woke up early, even earlier than usual. 4am early in fact. When she sat up in her bed, her body felt taut. She was hyper aware of how the ends of her hair were tickling her shoulders. Something had felt threatening about the pitch black darkness of her room. When she left it felt like something was trailing behind her, waiting to grab at her ankles. For the first time since she came  to Titan’s Tower, she felt as if she couldn’t have gotten out of her room fast enough. It was only the feel of the morning sunlight on her skin that had soothed her paranoia but the tension in her shoulders was still there.  
Raven absently places a tea bag into the hot water in her mug as she questions what could have set her body off. They hadn’t watched any scary movies lately. Sometimes her body feels heavy after healing but she hadn’t been seriously injured in any of the battles they’ve had recently. Aside from last night, she was getting her regular eight hours of sleep. You’re not tired. Raven says to herself, putting the mug to her lips. 
She hears someone clear their throat. She shakes the thoughts out of her head and looks at Cyborg who is  twirling a whisk enthusiastically and smiling at her in an uncharacteristically goofy manner. He has a chef’s hat on. She raises her eyebrow in question.
“Um?” she asks. When Cyborg doesn’t say anything she speaks again. “Cooking something?”
“Not me,” Cyborg says and suddenly he pulls a dark blue apron from underneath the counter. Raven’s afraid her face is going to freeze with her eyebrow in her hairline. “You’re going to learn how to make waffles.” 
“Cybo-” she begins but pauses when she feels his excitement seeping into her bones. “It’s noon,” she says, in a feeble attempt to do this another day. 
“Is noon too late for breakfast BB?” Cyborg asks Changeling who she realizes was sitting on the couch in pajama bottoms since she walked in. Changeling doesn’t look up from his game.
“It’s never the wrong time to eat breakfast. The real question though is if it’s ever the right time to eat waffles Raven makes,” Garfield says, facing his video game but peeking towards Raven to catch her reaction. Raven unplugs his console with her powers and snatches the apron from Cyborg. 
“Hey!” Garfield grumbles half heartedly, looking as Raven ties the apron around her small waist tightly. “Well I’m clearly going to have to teach you how to make vegan waffles too.”
“Why would I need to learn that?” Raven asked, looking disinterestedly at Garfield over the edge of the recipe Cyborg had given her to skim.
“Aren’t you the one who loves learning new things?” Garfield teases, flicking some flour at her. Raven glares at him, wiping her face with a napkin.
“You’re going to need to put on a shirt,” Raven says, reaching for the flour. Cyborg shakes his head at her and takes the bowl out of her hands.
“Why? Distracting?” Garfield asks, flexing the muscles in his arm. Her eyes linger on his arm. He feels his face heat up. 
“It’s either that or a hair net for your chest,” Raven says flatly. Garfield sticks his tongue out at her.
“Women love the chest hair,” Garfield says, running his fingers over his chest. Raven takes another sip from her tea.
“Just like they love the ears?” Raven teases, smirking over the rim of her mug. Garfield wiggles his eyebrows, puts his arms out in front of him and shrugs.
“What can I say? I’m delectable all over.” Raven puts a hand to her ear theatrically.
“You said something about being detestable?” Garfield rolls his eyes and for lack of any retort he dips his fingers in the flour bowl and flicks it at her again. 
“Hey, get your germy paws out of my flour bowl!” Cyborg says, holding the flour bowl protectively to his chest.
An hour later, Raven is trying not to look too proud as she stands over her own waffles. They’re a little browner than waffles should be but they don’t look alive which is more than she can say for the pancakes she made for the team on her sixteenth birthday. Sometime after the trio started mixing the dry ingredients, Starfire and Nightwing had walked into the kitchen and started helping them cut up some fruit and chocolate for toppings. She almost forgets the nervous thrumming in her body.
Until they’re showered in the red light of the tower’s alarm system.
Nightwing’s lax smile immediately straightens out like a flat sheet of paper as his fingers dance over the large touchscreen in the middle of their common room.
“Reports are of an unidentified being downtown. Definitely not human. Large enough to knock down the abandoned building on 44th street. Three injured and one in critical condition. The attack is coming from the sky so we are dealing with an aerial being. It’s causing fires. Star, you’ll have to be in the forefront. Titans go!” 
And together they dash out into the sky. The first thing Raven feels when they are near the scene is a wall of  heat. Her eyes water at the thickness of the smoke. Nightwing gives out directions as they fly closer.
“Raven, Changeling, I’m going to need you two to put out the fires. Cyborg try to contain the battle to a three block perimeter. Star, you and I are going to try to take this thing down. Raven, Changeling, try to join us as soon as you can. We don’t know what we’re up against.”
Changeling transforms into an elephant before his feet even touch the ground, going straight to the nearest fire hydrant. Raven blocks out the fire’s sources of oxygen. They get ninety percent of the fire put out before Garfield changes back into human form and sways. He  coughs heavily into his arm. He isn’t able to wear the protective masks that Cyborg designed for them when he switches to animal form. Raven looks as the fire department rolls in and flies down to Changeling. 
“We’re getting out of here,” she says, putting her arm around him. “They can handle the rest.”
Changeling can’t stop coughing long enough to agree. Raven finds a roof at a reasonable distance from the fire but within the three block radius. The minute her energy dissolves Garfield falls to the ground in a coughing fit. She moves quickly to heal him but he raises an arm.
“I’ll be-” he coughs. “Fine.”
Raven debates whether she should leave Garfield here and join Nightwing and Starfire but she’s afraid he is not assessing his injuries accurately. He lays down on the roof and closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath. 
“Alright this guy’s gotta go. He’s already working his way up to my least favorite villains list,” Garfield says, getting on his feet and swaying a little.
“Garfield, maybe you should stay here.”
“I heal fast Rae, I’ll be-” he coughs, sticking his finger up when he sees she’s about to protest. “Fine Raven. I’ll be fine.” 
“You heal faster Garfield. Faster than Nightwing and Cyborg. But you don’t heal fast.”
“Fine, I’ll let you heal me halfway,” Garfield says, shrugging. 
“Fine?” Raven growls when she puts her hand on his chest and realizes how much smoke he’s inhaled. She does her best to glare at him without breaking her concentration.
“But am I dead?” Changeling jokes. Raven wonders if she should stop healing him and just strangle him now. In five minutes he’s breathing a little more normally but Raven doesn’t even try to move her hand. Garfield grabs her wrist immediately interrupting her concentration.
“We agreed on half way.”
“You’ll need your energy.”
“So will you. Now let’s go, the team needs us, ” Gar says, shapeshifting into a bird before Raven can stop him.  
In the past Raven has struggled to discern between her general cynicism and her intuition. But as she approaches the battle all the nervous energy in her consolidates into a certainty that something is not right. She is lost in the clarity of that feeling when she feels fireworks of pain explode at her side as a force rams into her. Her power shoots out blindly in defense but she can’t get a clear image of what she’s up against as they plummet to the ground. She is smacked against the floor with surprising restraint. Raven immediately attempts to gather her wits long enough so that she can phase through the floor until she hears it.
  “Hello my sweet Raven,” the voice sounds saccharine as it practically sings into Raven’s face. She’s frozen.
   “Malchior? That’s impossible,” she mumbles, the curse she put on him ringing over and over in her mind. It was a solid curse. He was trapped in a book. In her room. If he was out that could only mean... Raven feels heat bubble up in her stomach and shoot up her throat. She was going to be sick. 
Someone had been in her room. 
“Surely you can understand that there are things beyond your understanding. Just remember all of the things I taught you,” he says. His red eyes look as if they are twinkling as a huge claw runs down the side of her cheek. Raven moves her face away instantly. Malchior tightens his hold on her waist. Raven tries frantically to conjure up any of her power.
“Or do you only like to remember the things we did in this form.” 
And suddenly Raven feels his heavyweight transform into something more supportable. He was back in the form he originally took when he toyed with her six years ago. 
“How did you-” Raven struggles against the grip he’s placed on her wrists and legs. Surely she can bring up enough energy to displace a man who weighs 160 pounds. 
“Did you tell your friends about everything we did locked in your room? In the dark of night,” Malchior leers, voice dripping with honey. He grips her wrists with one hand as the other inches up the curve of her ribs. Her eyes darken.
“Get the fuck off of me,” she says and propels him into the air just in time for Changeling to ram into his side as a rhinoceros. 
“Friend Raven!” Starfire says as she zooms over to her friend and helps her to her feet.
“How did he get out of the book?” Nightwing asks when he lands next to Starfire. 
“I don’t know,” Raven mumbles, looking with wide eyes as Garfield engages with the dragon in dinosaur form.
“How will we get him back in?” Starfire says, her arm protectively wrapped around Raven’s waist. Raven also doesn’t know the answer to that. She’s afraid whatever answer she gives will come out of her mouth with the  mug of tea she had for breakfast.
So she doesn’t say anything.
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gildedmuse · 4 years
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So... I have this bad habit where sometimes, when attempting to summarize the idea for a fic, I go into waaay too much detail.
Like, I don't go as far as to actually wrote the damn thing because, you know, effort and laziness, but... Well, it's a close call. It gets to the point where it's less a summary and more what my friends use to call a Quick Fic. All that's .kissing is the actual dialogue and descriptive narration.
Having said that....
Here is a "summary" of an ZoLaw AU where Law works for Doflamingo...
What happened was, basically, Law got caught by Doflamingo after eating the devil's fruit which eventually allowed him to cure his dieses, thus why he's still alive. Or, at least, isn't dead from lead poisoning. Because let's face it, Doflamingo could have just killed the boy then and there. Sure, he'd have to find the fruit all over again, but better that the deal with this little traitor
Except really it was his brother who had been the traitor. Law is still just a child, and children can be so suspectable to any number of ideas so long as an adult gives them a pat on the head and a treat after.
Which is when Doflamingo realizes that he can just manipulate Law into being another loyal follower. Then eventually - when he's no longer useful - Doffy will have him sacrifice his life for his own immortality. By that point Law will be family, and family never lets Doffy down. Not anymore.
So it's under Doffy's personal tutorage that Law grows up, and as much as he might resit the man who imprisoned Corazon, it's hard not to eventually fall to all Doflamingo's sweet praise and promised. And Law gets what he had wanted all along: a way to get back at the world that willingly watched his home wiped off the official world map and would be happy to see the entire town dead to the very last one. This Law truly earns his title Surgeon of Death, acting as the top officer of Hearts in the Doflamingo crime family. And yet despite his cruelty, he isn't even on the government's wanted list; protected under the Shichibukai's jolly roger.
In the meantime, the Strawhats are still doing their thing right on through Punk Hazard (which they somehow manage to not only live through but actually do more damage and cause twice as much chaos. The biggest difference is that Ceaser and Monet escape and Sanji can't perv out over being in Nami's body). So this time when they roll into Dressrosa it's less "backing up the plan of an ally" and much more "on complete and total accident" and "without a damn clue".
Yeah, basically they're the Grand Line's easiest prey.
But, hey, it works out! Well, no, not really. But Sanji does meet Violet, Luffy meet Sabo and help recover Ace's devil's fruit, and Zoro does get lost and require a magic fairy guide. Plus, hey, since they're not really there for any purpose other than that they happened to be passing by, it's not like they can't pull a dine and dash. They may be unprepared, but The Monster Trio can still keep up the fight until everyone is back on the Sunny.
A perfect escape!
Except no.
Because Luffy isn't totally ready to leave, not when he wants to know more about what Sabo is doing and help his new friend Rebecca. Not that they have time to debate the merits of staying or pulling a tactical retreat since at that poing Big Momma is on their ass. And that scary dude in the long black coat is still somehow following them, teleporting himself through the fucking air like wtf why is this happening now!? Nami is forced to make an executive decision: they're can't stay. Also, oh God oh God they're trapped and they're going to be killed and oh God.
It's moments like these you're almost thankful one of your crew members is a total maniac. Because in the middle of all this mess, Zoro just smirks, tells Nami to just concentrate on getting away from that annoying ass ship, he's got their other attacker covered. Which only makes everyone freaks out MORE because what is Zoro thinking: he'll be killed! ("Not immediately, of course. First they'll likely torture him for information, perhaps even kill him as slowly as possible." / "What? Why would you say that? That is not SUPER helpful to hear right then!") The Sunny goes into an all out panic attack. Everyone is yelling or crying or both.
Except Luffy.
Luffy who looks at Zoro, at the singing ship, at the dark power user trying to slash their ship apart, at the shore line of this island and the way it radiates a fake happiness covering Rebecca's very real pain. Luffy who just lowers his hat over his eyes and gives the nod.
Zoro smiles, and is immediately almost clobbered by a giant Chopper. What is Luffy saying? Don't they realize that is the same guy who almost took down Sanji, Zoro AND Luffy only moments ago? Zoro can't fight him alone! Sanji, more calm than the rest, lights a cigarette while explaining that he's not trying to stop Zoro from getting himself killed or anything, but Chopper is right. That guy was incredibly tough, and there's no way Zoro can do it alone ("Shut up dartbrow! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! I could take him down with just the two swords! With one hand behind my back!" / "He already kicked your ass once, Marimo! Or have you forgotten because of all the head trauma!?" / "The only reason he kicked OUR asses is because YOU kept getting in my way you damn weak-ass cook!" / "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, IDIOT MARIMO!?") Franky tries to regulate the fight but he's busy blocking those deadly aimed slashes from hitting his poor ship while Brook and Kin'emon work on stopping the incoming cannon balls. Either way they're going to have to do something SUPER fast if they want to get out of here. Yeah, Luffy, we need an actual plan. We can't just send Zoro out to-
"Zoro", Luffy says and despite everything going on around them the deck of the Sunny goes really quiet. They all know that tone. "Zoro, I need you to take care of this until we can get back. I still need to kick Mingo's ass for a friend."
At the sound of his captain's no nonsense voice, Zoro is suddenly easily able to stand, shrugging off the pile of people trying to stop him from jumping to his death (and by pile of people I do mean the coward trio and Sanji, who is mostly just trying to get in a few kicks). He draws Wado, clutching the katana in his teeth and yet still somehow manages what you know is a smirk. It's a promise.
And like that, Zoro is launching himself right into the blue sphere of the battle.
A battle against one of Doflamingo's top officers. A devil's fruit user with a twisted heart and home field advantage. Needless to say, it does not end well for our hero.
—🧡—
Although, Law has to give his rival swordsman some credit. He has his share of fun toying with the boy, and despite never standing any real chance of victory Law can admit the strawhat pirate puts up a better fight than most. Far better than Law had been expecting from some one so new to the New World (supposedly he got Mihawk to agree to train him, but Law has met the Hawk Eye and finds the idea utterly absurd). Then there is the way his smile had just an edge of what Law could only call manical delight, even when it became clear he'd long lost. This greenhaired kid really is stupid enough to believe his captain will come back for him. As though he would come charging back into Doflamingo's territory a second time just to retrieve a single crew member. One who was not only crazy enough to sacrifice himself but couldn't even win the fight. At the same time the swordman's loyalty and faith - as misplaced as it is - is kind of... Adorable. Who knew someone could come so far on the Grand Line and still be so innocent?
Law immediately wants to corrupt it.
Thes other family members will whine tell you, Doffy has always had... Let's say... A "soft spot" for Law. He's spoiled that brat for years, is what they mean but don't dare to say. Sure enough, Law barely has to work to talk Doffy around to letting him personally see to the prisoner's arrangements. Doflamingo is a little suspecious at first (he can never truly trust Law, not after the Corazon incident), but he quickly dismisses it. He's had the Heart Officer's loyalty for years now.
Of course, when he sees the spark of interest light in his apprentice as they eye their newest spoils of war, he can't help but tease Law. After all, Zoro is quite an enticing young man and Law isn't the only one there who likes pretty things. They're so fun to destroy which - judging from the way Law shivers when Doffy runs a hand through thick green hair before yanking the boys head back against the wall hard enough to leave the young captive panting and dizzy - is precisely his protege's plan.
(Doflamingo also happens to know Zoro almost definitely had trained under Mihawk, and he would love to see his fellow warlord's eyes flash with barely contained anger when he learns how Doflamingo has broken his favorite toy. It's not his fault - Mihawk is always so uptight and repressed, it makes agonizing him too much fun for Doflamingo to resist.)
In the end, though, he knows when Law's determination is set. And for whatever reason the boy has decided he absolutely has to be the one to keep their guest "comfortable" while his captain makes up his mind on what he'll do. So Doflamingo only teases for a bit - touches a little, plays with the barely conscious boy kneeling at his feet, enjoys the way Zoro still has enough spirit left to try taking bite when Doffy's fingers trail to close to his bloody lips (oh, and, what a joy! Law nearly growls at the prospect of not being the one to ruin the boy!) - but eventually he stops his little game. He gives in, telling Law to have fun with his treasure. He is the one who took him down after all. It is only fair he keeps him.
Just try not to completely break the poor thing, not until Strawhat returns for him.
Law snorts at the very idea. This is hardly the first time they'd done this. He's never seen a single captain try and retrieve their stolen property (he has of course, but he doesn't remember them). He doesn't see why Strawhat-ya would be particularly special.
Before Doflamingo can come up with a clever, vague answer about Law trusting him, Zoro suddenly gives a bark of laughter that would have scared lesser men senseless. It only serves to draw the two men's interest back to their little pet.
Luffy won't come back for him, Zoro confirms, much to Law's surprise (he personally never thought Strawhat-ya would, but then why would the swordsman sacrifice himself so willingly for a man he has so little faith in?) and has Doflamingo raising an eyebrow in.... Interest. Zoro looks at both of them with no fear, like he hadn't taken a humiliating defeat and is even now bloody and chained up, helplessly listening in on these two infamous pirates talk about him like he is a mere object. Actually, if anything, he appears to be wearing a smirk under all that blood. Because he knows something they don't.
Luffy won't come back for him, because his captain knows Zoro doesn't need to be rescued.
To Law, this makes Zoro look like an even sweeter treat. Doflamingo is simply amused, remarking that perhaps their little pup has yet to realize the leash around his neck is shaped like a noose.
Zoro meets his gaze, steady yet daring. He promised Luffy that he'd take care of it, and so that is what he will do. He'll never go back on his word, especially when it comes to his captain. Something Doflamingo with his distrusting and fear-toed crew couldn't understand. So see, their plan to use Zoro as bait will never work, because Zoro swore to Luffy that he'd be take care of it. So he will. Luffy has enough faith in Zoro that he'd never believe anything less and would never turn around out of doing to try and mount a rescue.
No, when Luffy comes back it will be for the sole purpose of kicking Doflamingo's ass.
The mood darkens. In a flash, Doflamingo is in back in front of him, yanking Zoro forward by the chin. He squeezes hard enough to bruise. You can hear the cracking of bone as he explains to Zoro exactly how precarious his current position is only to grow second by second more frustrate by Zoro's completely lack of fear. So he squeezes harder. He slams the boys head back into the wall and starts smiling when he gets a since from the stoic swordsman.
Before he can do any real damage Law steps in, reminding Doffy that he promised him he could have the boy. And just like that, Doflamingo's whole mood appears to shift back to calm. He puts on his fake smile and let's Zoro go, even pets the boy's hair. Of course, he had promised. And he, too, is a man of his word. Something Zoro will surely learn in time now that he is one of them.
Zoro, now with blurred vision and the taste of fresh blood on his tongue, is smart enough not to answer. But not smart enough to lower his head or try and appear humbled. Lucky for him, Doflamingo decides the boy isn't worth it. When he turns around he notes the hungry way Law is eyeing the kneeling prisoner behind him. Which brings a crueller, yet more genuine, smile to Doffy's featurss. The Strawhats vice captain may act invincible now, but he's never faced Doflamingo's own Surgeon Of Death. As disinterested and put off as Law might usually act, the boy can be dangerously twisted. He's sure his top officer will break the young pirate down bit by bit - both literally and figuratively - long before his captain can come running back in to try and find him (and Doflamingo is sure Strawhat will, no matter what Zoro might think).
He leaves with one last reminder to Law not to completely shatter the infamous Pirate Hunter. No, Doffy would hate to see their newest family member treated so poorly, especially seeing as he has much bigger plans in store for the young Mr. Roronoa. Specifically, he wants to see the face of Monkey D Luffy when he watches as the last bit of his first mate's spirit broken.
And because Doffy practically raised the boy and knows exactly the right buttons to push, he decides to give Law a little extra motivation to bring Zoro to that point. Just in case that interest turns into something dangerous like longing or - laughable as it is - actual fondness. It's so simple, too: as he walks by he simply whispers how there is nothing like crushing the heart of unrequited love.
It will be such a treat, tearing Zoro from his captain, and watching Luffy realize he's lost his chance to love the other man, wouldn't it Law? What a truly tragic romance. It almost makes you hope the two of them at least had some time together. Law didn't happen to give them a moment along before forcing Zoro to throw himself into the fight, hmm? Just a small, precious second or so for the two to share a final kiss. After all, not even Doffy is so cruel as to deny the poor boys such a tender moment.
Sure enough, Law's eyes immediately narrow and Doflamingo can feel the jealousy rolling off him. Not because Law gives a damn for their prisoner's feelings - Doflamingo raised him better than that - but he always has had a possessive streak. Having taken an interest in the swordsman, he will hate the thought that the boy might even think of another or that Law won't be the first to possess him in ever possible way.
Doffy leaves with a cruel, deep laugh. He can't wait until dinner, when he may just happen to remember the rumours about his "friend" Mihawk and his taking a young green-haired boy under this wing and in to his bed. By tomorrow he suspects every part of Zoro's body will bare at least some mark that he now firmly belongs to no one but Trafalgar Law.
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The return
It’s coming up to 3 months since we returned to our block and it took us 8 weeks to slow down. On the weekend we slowed down we enjoyed the first official Friday night catch up with our neighbours as the full moon rose. On Saturday we went out for brunch. No sport on Sunday morning meant a sleep in. I played handball with my boys for the first time ever in my life. Lamb shanks slow cooked on the wood heater. We squeezed in a late Sunday afternoon fishing trip. It took us 8 weeks to find some calm. We had forgotten how to do normal. I haven’t written for this blog since um wow December?! My leisure time since then has been extremely limited and when it occurred I prioritised my mental wellbeing and sleep.
This journey has brought me to the edge of my psychological and physical limitations. I watched my husband do a terminator style non stop renovation while trying also to commence a rebuild. His promises to take time off over Christmas dwindled to 2 days. There was so much to do. I helped with whatever jobs I was able to and then focussed on the household and occasionally, our boys. Midway through January this year we realised trying to work on both the renovation and the rebuild was insanity. The local real-estate market was booming. Post COVID, Sydney city dwellers realised they could put in a few days in the city then work from their coastal holiday pad the rest of the week. We decided to get our investment property, come bushfire haven, onto the market before the summer ended. We mapped out each remaining job and the days required to accomplish them. We calculated selling time, settlement time and remaining bank balance. What were need to do’s and what were optional extras. If everything went to plan, we could pay to get some work done at the block and make it habitable enough to move into. It was an extreme test of time, energy and resources.
It worked. We listed by the end of February, sold in three weeks and settled five weeks after settlement. I write that all in one glib sentence. Of course all of that only happened with considerable focus and effort. Life for the boys was hectic. 99% of their toys were packed and moved into storage weeks before the house went on the market. As the house neared completion we stressed about them damaging something. When the house was on the market we stressed about them getting things dirty - the walls, the windows or the cupboards. I banished them from the bathroom, they had to brush teeth in the laundry and shower outside. Luckily it was warm and didn’t rain much in those few weeks! Anyone who has sold a house while living in it knows how painful open homes are. The logistics and effort of cleaning and styling, while working full time from home, scheduling everything between work appointments, getting the dog out of the way and the boys to school, nearly broke me. Thankfully the selling process was short, but we packed a lot of opens into that time and by the end of it all, I had become a shouty, grouchy mum and wife. It was also a real highlight to hit menopause and bring some phenomenal hormonal energy into the mix. Phew.
Before we packed up and left I was lucky enough to have a week away with the boys. My fully wired self hit Melbs and my family gave me refuge and forgave my intensity. We managed some fun and the change of scenery was a big relief. Husband, however, stayed behind to work on the temporary shed home. Holiday behind me, I returned to packup and clean and polish the house for the financial return of our lives. Literally.
Can you then imagine our triumphant and spectacular return to our block bathed in happiness and light? Um well perhaps instead picture this - we arrived exhausted to an unpowered, work in progress temporary residence in the middle of a mice plague and endured 200ml of heavy rain in four days leaving us surrounded by mud. Happy to catch the rain in our tank? I wish! The new tank leaked 8000L the week before we moved, and only our neighbour’s spare tank loan meant we had any water at all. But being so small, it overflowed and made even more mud. The heavy rain was so loud on the tin roof it frequently woke the kids in the night (who then woke us), mice ran across the floor, huntsmen spiders dropped from the ceiling. With nowhere really to unpack things, cooking became like the biggest ever memory game, which box were the bowls in? Where did I pack the cutlery? The rain delayed our solar power install so for 10 days we lived out of an esky and by torchlight. We both kept working full time, getting the boys to school, after school sport commitments and then husband kept building after he got home and into the night. After a week of stress and chaos we knew something had to give, fortunately husband could take time off work to focus on our build and family life.
Fast forward to now. The financial pressure of the summer has eased. The temporary living quarters are functional and steadily improving. We have a beautiful wood heater. Our off grid solar system is powering us even during these short winter days. I have more kitchen cupboards than ever before, plus a dishwasher! I have hung up my clothes in a full wardrobe for the first time in nearly four years. The boys each have clean new wardrobes. Their separate rooms are still being built so they are in what will be our room which is insulated and wall paneled. We can cope with an outside shower and toilet. My husband is a legend.
What’s it like actually being back? I confess I was nervous about my own and the boys emotions. Eldest son is extremely happy to be back. Youngest son has taken time to adjust but that has more been due to his fear of the dark. The noises of the bush are unfamiliar and there are no streetlights out here! There has only been one time where a prebushfire memory overwhelmed me. Every person’s bushfire experience and recovery is unique. Unlike many others we are fortunate have the opportunity to not have to build on the exact footprint of the old place and I think this is psychologically helpful. It’s not the same space, and with some trees dead and gone the landscape is altered, its a slightly different perspective. The boys are older now, so our lifestyle is different too. Slowly we are finding a new rhythm on our land. The boys are absolutely loving being back on their bikes on bush tracks.
I was excited to resume my morning walks, although maybe not as excited the dog! He’s happy to have his off-lead roam again. But the first week of walking I found tough, the burnt and recovering state forest I traverse didn’t bring me the joy it used to. In the heavily logged areas where only isolated saplings were left unlogged, they couldn’t survive the heat of the fire or they didn’t have community trees to share nutrients through their roots to support recovery. The undergrowth is now the canopy and is booming with all the extra sunlight but when I look at it, all I see is fire hazard. Then as the weeks went by, my view softened, I recognise the bush is healing like me. I am appreciating small wonders of nature. A spider’s web highlighted with morning dew or the fascination of new plants thriving. There are trees that have fully recovered, others seem to be doing well, and there is much green in the landscape to enjoy.
On my morning walk I also see which animals are about in the night from what they leave behind. There is at least one very busy wombat! We see wallabies reasonably often and last week one morning I found big roo prints in the clay right near our place. We hear a boobook owl calling most nights and more frogs chirping croaking from the gully than I ever remember. Which now makes sense, we definitely were in drought for some years prior to the fires and the creek has this year been running for months. Less exciting is hearing foxes at night, my son especially dislikes their eerie calls. In daytime the bird life is altered. We are down to one lyrebird, there used to be two with adjacent territories battling loudly with their extraordinary mimicry. But at least there is one, how a ground bird survived I can’t imagine. The yellow robins aren’t around us now, we have wrens in the cleared spaces and in the lush shrubs busy brown gerygones dart and chirp. A shrike thrush has made a nest in our bushfire remains pile, her song is piercing and wonderful. Rarely are the yellow crested black cockatoos here now. This past weekend we did see two circling wedge tailed eagles the silent assassins of the sky wheeling high over the gully with that phenomenal wingspan.
Surprisingly my greatest source of happiness in these first few months being back has come from the sky. Unobstructed by buildings, the sky feels bigger in the bush. I’m loving the late winter sunrises. My very favourite time is just after the sun has risen when the horizontal sun rays set tops of the trees bright orange. Those are magical minutes of golden tinged trees. The sunsets. The stars. The moon. the sky has been a revelation and a source of happiness. Maybe because I’m spending more time outside I notice it more. Seeing glittering stars through the steam of a hot outdoor shower makes the cold walk inside completely worth it!
Slowly I am regaining my sense of gratitude for this place. The quiet. The privilege of not seeing another house. Having no curtains and that not mattering. Not worrying about noise and neighbours. Lack of street lights at night.
All of a sudden things aren’t hectic and we are settling in. It still amazes me after 6 moves in 5 years how intense moving is and then how imperceptibly things transition to not being new anymore. Normalcy sneaks up on me every time. Clearly this isn’t really normal but we’re enjoying this new start in our old place.
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I’ll never forget
Feathers of ice playfully tumble
Resting onto her hot cheeks
Melting and sliding down her face like tears
Resting on the innocent snow beside her.
 Her hands are soft and pink
She turns them upward revealing a snowball
I heard it hit my face, I felt it burn
I taste her ammunition as I smile
 She looks so stupid with her innocent grin.
Her red hair sticks to the sleet as she rises
Rising from her stupid tumble down the slope.
Head to toe she’s covered in freckles of snow
 I place my photograph back in my wallet
I laugh, I smile then I cry because I’m back
Looking up into the sky I know I’ll see her in a while.
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Foraker’s Love
Filthy fingernails bed into my legs like rusty nails and I’m pulled back into the cave. I claw at the boulder, but my gloves slip over the stone. Standing over me is five rotten teeth, two glowing eyes, a stinking, bloody grin. The man picks up a stone and raises it high above my head.
December 5th, 8:05AM
Fluffy spots of snow stick to Duke’s back as he slobbers water from his plastic bowl. I grumble “Good boy Duke”, his brown eyes flick over towards me, and he continues to drink. Duke is a Siberian Husky with a shiny coat of black and white fur, he is big, but not too big for a husky, he’s quick. There is a wooden sign in front of us, nailed into a log fence that states Alaskan Wilderness, Closed to Public, No Hunting. I pack Duke’s bowl into my pack and give him a scratch under his chin, he seems a little tired. Not to worry, today’s hike is the shortest of the month. I walk from my truck and climb over the fence after hucking my pack over the top and Duke follows me out into the snowy valley. Stark mountains of white, grey and blue skirt my peripherals, my jaw hurts from grinning.
In my pack with me I have a tent; me and Duke will share for warmth and lighter packing, snares; I will be hunting small game, dried food and rations mainly consisting of mixed granola, tuna and beans. Waterproof lighters, cooking pot, Duke’s favourite toy, a gas stove with two spare canisters, a digital camera, spare clothes, safety equipment, my logbook and a few other bits and bobs. But the most important of the items in my current possession are my maps. The pack is light, and I’ll be strong enough to climb up cliffs with my pack attached in relative ease. As I walk through the field at the foot of Mount Foraker the snow beneath my feet crunches and slides like fine, white gravel while the wind sweeps sheets of snow across the ground, swallowing Duke and I in a cool mist of ice. Today’s target is to reach the first site four miles up the mountain and set up a small camp, if I want to reach Foraker’s summit before week’s end I need to move.
December 5th, 5:26PM
It’s already dark, but thankfully today’s clouds have moseyed off to bother somebody else. Duke has eaten and I can hear his noise whistling an innocent tune from the tent as he dreams of chasing squirrels and rabbits. Tonight’s meal: mixed beans. The taste of the maroon sauce pairs greatly with its equally unnerving mushy texture, but it’s warm. The hot tin can breathes heat into my brittle, wrinkled fingers, nurturing them back to life.
I peer back up at the sky and can’t help but grin. It’s so damn beautiful, and as corny as that sounds, I don’t care. The stars shine and glint like bright pearls sewn into a dark silk blanket of black and blue as the mountains beneath stretch to the heavens, begging to touch that blanket. My hands grow cold as I hold the tin, savouring its fleeting warmth and I climb into the tent, zipping my sleeping bag right up to my chin. I hug Duke and a tear slides down my cheek, she would’ve loved this.
December 6th, 6:02AM
I slowly peel off my sleeping bag like a snake shedding its skin. Every inch of skin that touches the air yields to the unforgiving cold and it takes my full willpower not to shut my eyes and wrap myself back up. It’s still quite dim outside but I fumble around and manage to find the zip with my fuzzy gloves and pull it down. As I peer outside, I notice a lack of slobbering and fur that usually greets me when I wake up, my brief moment of panic fades as I turn to find Duke sound asleep. I guess he really was tired. I exit the tent after adorning my cumbersome snow boots, coat and pants. The weather today is amazing. I allow myself a minute to enjoy the clear sky, walking over to some nearby brush to let nature run its course. After melting some snow to have a drink I poke my head into the tent to wake Duke and he’s gone. Fuck. He won’t be far; he must be taking a piss himself too. I whistle and call his name, disassembling and packing up the tent. I notice a paw print trail leading up the mountain towards a small plateau about one hundred metres away. This isn’t like Duke, he wouldn’t leave without me. Knowing that there is a trail towards him does give me some relief, but I find myself breathless as my legs groan under the weight of my pack, I pick up speed as the steepness of the slope lessens.
December 6th, 6:38 AM
As I arrive on the plateau steam rises from my body in a cloud of stress, burrowed into the mountain I spot a small cave blocked mostly by a large boulder. Duke’s tracks have disappeared and dart my eyes around concluding that this is the only logical explanation, Duke has chased a rabbit or a fox into the cave.
No.
Something is wrong, Duke hasn’t pulled a stunt like this since he was a puppy. My boots battle for grip on the icy slated ground as I stagger toward the boulder. Nearing the entrance, I notice a gap over the top of the boulder where Duke must’ve entered. I drop my pack, grabbing my rope and hook.
I toss it over the top of it, it catches. I hoist myself up shaking from the cold, or is it my anxiety? I can’t tell, and I need to slow down my breath. This is fucked.
I squeeze through the gap between the boulder, dropping the rope down to the inside of the cave. My thoughts scatter as I slip and fall forward onto the floor of the cave, slightly breaking my fall with my arms. I don’t feel any pain, now isn’t the time for pain. I need to find my dog. I whistle loud, the whistle echoes back to me growing hauntingly lower in pitch while reverberating off the cave walls. This cave goes far deeper than I thought it would.
After stopping and catch my breath; I feel goosebumps flow over my body as a snake-like shiver slides down my back from neck to hips. I fumble around with my wooly glove and find the clip on my pants for one of my tool pockets. Taking off my glove my fingertips sting, even more so as I unclip the frosted metal button on the pocket. I reach in and grab my torch out while holding my fluffy glove between my chattering teeth and I awe in relief as I slide my glove back on and flick on the torchlight.
As I shine the light around the cave walls, I see paintings and carvings into the sides of them. Something is wrong here. There were never any people who lived this high on the mountain, was this done by someone recently? Taking a closer look at the paintings I see a resemblance of the mountain, the frozen lake in the valley and the road? It looks like a map. Continuing along the wall, a symbol of a circle with a line painted diagonally through it continues to reappear.
I hear a smashing noise echo from the down cave, it must be at least a hundred metres away. Duke! Shit, I will come back to this, I wish I brought my camera in to take a photo. Descending down the cave it’s surprisingly dry with a mellow decline, normally it would be somewhat slippery. No matter, I call out to Duke and seconds later his paws scratch along the rock floor and he walks into the light.
His face is covered in blood and he stinks.
“Fuck, Duke, what have you been doing!?” I yell at him, “Come!”. He sprints back off into the darkness. “Wait!”
What has gotten into him?  He never does anything like this. I whistle out again with no response. Walking deeper into the tunnel it feels slightly warmer, I guess it makes sense without the snow and the wind. Cave paintings pop up every few metres, with most of them adorning the circle symbol but these paintings seem different. They’re all painted with a red paint and there are clear handprints using the same red paint there too.
A loud yelp reverberates off the walls of the cave and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It’s Duke. I drop my torch in shock and scramble to pick it up. I run deeper down the cave toward Duke’s cry, it didn’t sound too bad, maybe he just tripped. My foot catches on a stone and I fly forwards, hurdling down the cave. How ironic. My fall is stopped as I crash into a wall and my torch rolls down past me, clattering against the rocks like a child smashing their toys together. My body sobs in pain, disputing my need to get up and find my torch, I touch my temple and feel a warm sticky substance. I’m bleeding.
I need my pack, I need to regroup, I can camp at the mouth of the cave. I can find Duke later. As I stand up slowly, my knees threaten to resign back to the floor, and I look around. The dim light from my torch is further down the cave, it flicks off. Did it break? If it broke it would’ve gone off when hitting something. Duke yelps, and again. I yell back. He stops abruptly. What the fuck is happening?
A loud thudding from deep in the cave grows into a rumble and into a thunderous stampede, the sound growing closer, louder. I’m not sure if my instincts force me to or I decide to, but I wedge myself between the cave wall and a nearby boulder successfully concealing myself. I hear people, footsteps, voices! I bite my tongue a millisecond before yelling to them for help, these aren’t ordinary people. A crash sounds as they smash the torch against the wall and walk along the cave towards me, slowly. My nose turns up in disgust as they reach close the boulder, they smell like shit, and blood. It sounds like there is at least five of them and one of them is dragging something.
December 6th, 7:10AM
By a wicked stroke of misfortune, they decide to sit hang around near the boulder, slightly further in than me. They get a fire blazing intimidatingly fast and talk amongst each other in an unfamiliar langue with a strangely civil manner, laughing and reacting to each other’s squabble. My tongue feels like sandpaper scraping around the inside of my dry mouth, how the hell am I getting out of here? I could run for it, but they would catch me, they need to be distracted. Wincing as I grip my leg, a familiar squeak sounds from the pocket of my pants; Duke’s favourite toy. Perfect.
I toss the toy down the cave, and I assume they didn’t see where it came from as they immediately investigate the foreign sound of Mr. Squeaky bouncing along. It is time to move, I half-run half-hobble toward the cave entry and can see a heavenly beam of sunshine poking above the boulder at the cave door. I’ve made it, the adrenaline in my body wills me up the rope. My face grows warm in the light.
Filthy fingernails bed into my legs like rusty nails and I’m pulled back into the cave. I claw at the boulder, but my gloves slip over the stone. Standing over me is five rotten teeth, two glowing eyes, a stinking, bloody grin. The man picks up a stone and raises it high above my head.
He delivers the blow, my final sonnet; a crashing of stone on bone.
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tsukikoayanosuke · 4 years
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“This is your captain’s order!” - Twisted Wonderland OC
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Jonah Argentum is the main protagonist in my fanfic, Twisted Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure and taking the role as MC/Yuu. A mysterious non-magician student who doesn't have any memories of his past. Gaining the title ‘Captain' of the Ramshackle Dorm’, he's the one who leads his crew out of their own mess and is very protective toward them.
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Japanese: ジョナ・アージェンタム
Romaji:  jona aajentamu
Voiced by: Akira Ishida
Debut: Chapter 1: The Flickering Darkness!
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==/Biographical Information/==
Name: Jonah Argentum (ジョナ・アージェンタム / jona aajentamu)
Gender: Male
Age: 16 (Chapter 1-68); 17 (Current)
Birthday: 31st October
Star Sign: Scorpio
Height: 157 cm
Eye Color: Black (left), Yellow-and-Red (Right, covered by an eye-patch)
Homeland: Radiant Haven
Family: Benjamin Argentum (father); Dinah Argentum-Goldstein (mother, deceased)
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==/Professional Status/==
Dorm: Ramshackle Dorm
School Year: First
Class: 1-A, Student no.3
Occupation: Student, Part-timer at Mostro Lounge (former)
Club: Board Game Club
Best Subject: Flying Skills; Astronomy
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==/Fun Facts/==
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but prefers right hand
Favorite Food: Bonzabeast Stew
Least Favorite Food: Kimchi
Dislikes: His 'crew' getting into troubles; Any memories problem; Not understanding anything
Hobby: Cooking; Flying; Stargazing or just looking at the night sky in general; Just talking to people; Exploring, investigating, and treasure hunting
Talents: Cooking; Strategist leader in battle; Possible Team Mom
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==/Personality/==
Jonah is, at his core, a nice guy. He tends not to get involved too much but can be curious. He likes exploring new things that he didn't understand before (even if he had trouble catching up with school). Around his friends, which he often calls them his 'crew', he's the voice of reason and probably the only sane one around the bunch, which makes him the captain of the crew.
And speaking of being a captain, Jonah does have that commanding aura. He knows when he can be lenient or when to be serious. He takes the role of 'captain' pretty serious, making sure his crew listens to his order so that they can get out of the mess they got themselves into.  Because he cares to much about his friends, sometimes he forgets about himself. He would risk himself jumping into trouble as long as his friends are save. Thus, he very often gets himself in trouble that almost takes his life.
Between his days, he grows to have a big heart. Compassion can be his biggest strength. He believes in forgiveness, second chances, and people can changes. He wants to understand the situations first and provide helps the best as he can. He may step back if it becomes a more private matters, but willing to be a mediator.
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==/Relationships/==
Grim (closest friend; crewmate; fellow Ramshackle Dorm)
Dire Crowley (possible father-figure)
Ace Trappola (close friend; crewmate)
Deuce Spade (close friend; crewmate)
Riddle Rosehearts (friend, Riddle may have a little crush on Jonah after Heartslabyul Arc)
Trey Clover (friend)
Cater Diamond (friend)
Azul Ashengrotto (he cleaned the Ramshackle Dorm and Jonah keeps reminding himself to say thank you, Board Game Club member, former his boss at Mostro Lounge, their relationship is a bit wobbly after the whole contract shenanigans,)
Jade Leech (former coworkers at Mostro Lounge, fellow-chef , their relationship is a bit wobbly after the whole contract shenanigans )
Floyd Leech  (former coworkers at Mostro Lounge, he likes to hug Jonah unannounced, their relationship is a bit wobbly after the whole contract shenanigans)
Leona Kingscholar (acquaintance but grows some respect between them; Jonah stepped on his tail once and Leona disintegrated his arm)
Ruggie Bucchi (acquaintance ; Ruggie is grateful from Jonah saving his and Leona’s butt and grows respect between each other)
Jack Howl (friend; crewmate)
Vil Schoenheit (potential brother-figure since both of them are Crowley’s godson)
Epel Felmier (friend; crewmate, flying buddies, Epel saved him once from falling)
Idia Shroud (acquaintance, Board Game Club member)
Ortho Shroud (acquaintance;   Board Game Club (honorary) member)
Malleus Draconia (acquaintance, they had a cryptic midnight conversation once; Apparently they met each other once when Jonah was 10 years old)
Kalim al-Asim (partner in training camp)
Jamil Viper (not the best considering he’s behind the training camp fiasco)
Alchemi Alchemivich Pinkaa (unknown relationship, though it appears that they were good friends back in Royal Sword Academy)
Jacob Orion Columbus (childhood friends before amnesia; their relationship are rather shaky)
Magdalene Killigrew (childhood friends before amnesia; their relationship are rather shaky)
Bridgette Eduarda Newton (childhood friends before amnesia; their relationship are rather shaky)
Benjamin Argentum (father and son; their relationship are rather shaky)
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==/Trivia/==
Jonah has amnesia. While he can do basic stuff like talking, writing, cleaning, and cooking (which he’s really good at it), his other memories revolving around his past and family are blocked [Chapter 136-137]
The Dark Mirror said that he has magic power inside but is dormant for an unknown reason [Chapter 3]. Though it could be related to his blot-absorbing eye.
When he takes the lead, he usually reveals his strange eyes. It makes him more confident.
He’s a slow learner. He’s not great at schoolwork, but when he finds his right tempo. he can learn faster.
Jonah has a history with Royal Sword Academy and Che’nya implied that he once attended there. During the Interdorm Magishift Tournament, when Jonah passed with some RSA boys, they recognize him despite Jonah himself doesn’t because of his amnesia.
After Savanaclaw Arc, Jonah loses his right arm starting from below his elbow. It’s replaced by a modern prosthetic/cyborg arm (courtesy from Idia) [Chapter 64-65]
While magic can work on him, Jonah is immune to potions, poisons, and non-magic medications (like aspirin, kool-aid, and cough medicine). This is the reason why his bone can’t grow back after losing his arm despite bone-growing potion exist. His body basically rejects them, leaving him throwing up everything. If you force him to drink them and he somehow managed to swallow them, he'll just become sicker than before. [Chapter 63; 97]
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==/Behind the Scene/==
Jonah is basically my version of the MC, though I'll try to make him stand out more. 
 In the game, it is unclear why the MC can’t get home, that’s why I gave Jonah one reason: he’s unable to remember his home, thus the Dark Mirror can’t send him back
Jonah is actually based on an already existed Disney villain. I will talk more about this when my fanfic is nearing the end.
While Jonah's eye is also related with the Disney villain, it is also inspired by Itsuki Iba from Rental Magica (who reminds me of Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler)
My goal is for Jonah to befriend with all first years. We're going to make a squad! Outside of Ace, Deuce, and Grim, there will be Riddle, Jack, Azul, Epel, Sebek, and Malleus. I don’t know about Scarabia and Ignihyde yet, because I can’t really separate Jamil-Kalim (but leaning toward Kalim) and Idia-Ortho (possible both).
I've sort-of planned for Jonah to end up in a romantic relationship with one of the characters. Who? I won't tell you. Yet.
I often refer to the gang as the ‘Golden Trio’, because Jonah, Ace, and Deuce remind me of Harry, Ron, and Hermione (this is coming from someone who never read or watches Harry Potter) so can I ship ADeuce now?
If you want to read more about Jonah, check out my fanfic Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure [https://archiveofourown.org/works/23666923/chapters/56812873]
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“Right in Front of You” -- Rafael Barba
Because I’m in the mood for some sweet stuff here’s a date with Barba that doesn’t go as anticipated, incredible street food, and Barba being the grumpy gentleman that he is.
Notes: This is a *sort of* follow up for this fic (not a necessary read for this one!) since people had very kind things to say about it despite all the grammar errors. Not that this is in any way free of grammar errors. Is this a weird jump in the relationship from the last one? Perhaps. Are you suddenly and inexplicably more sardonic in this one? Mhm. Did I give myself the time or have the energy amidst all my school work to fix these discrepancies? No, not really. In other words: apologies in advance.
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It takes you a while to decide what to wear when you go out, and that decision is only worsened by the fact that your nights are usually unpredictable as a professional bar hopper. It’s a science, really. The block you start on, the weather, the friends you’re with; all factors. Tonight, however, you know exactly what to wear.  
Mostly because Barba sent you a very detailed itinerary for the evening. Dinner at a ridiculously expensive restaurant, Broadway show at six thirty, and home by ten. You both have work tomorrow and that means an early bedtime. After sorting through your pile of button-ups and dress pants there was really only one option.
It’s a gamble of an outfit and could easily be over the top, but it’s the most expensive thing you own. And if you’re being honest with yourself you’ve been hoping for an opportunity to wear it.  
Despite how incredible you look on the outside you’re a complete bundle of nerves on the inside. By the time Barba rings the doorbell to your apartment you feel like you’re going to throw up. Who takes a raincheck on drinks and turns it into dinner and a show? The kind of man that waits outside your building in a three-piece suit with flowers, apparently.  
“Hey,” you say, nodding your head towards his suit. “You look nice.”
“That was going to be my line,” he replies, standing a bit stiffly. He holds the flowers out for you to take.
“Thank you, sir.” You take the bouquet from him and press it up to your nose. “I’m a little afraid to ask how you knew that I like dahlias more than roses.”
Barba reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck as he says, “You just seem like a dahlia kind of person.”
“What? A little spiky but with beautiful and deep coloring?” you joke.
“Something like that,” he smiles and relaxes a bit.
“I’m gonna run these up and put them in a vase. Do we have enough time?”
“You’ve got five minutes,” he says, fiddling with his watch like he’s going to set a timer.
“I’ll be back in four,” you nearly yell over your shoulder as you rush back up to your building. “I ran cross country in high school!”
You’re back in seven and out of breath, but Rafael wasn’t really counting. He just grins when you return and the two of you begin the walk to the restaurant. When you get about a block away you start to worry.
“Is that a line for the place we’re going?”
“Probably, but I made a reservation weeks ago.”
So that’s why this date was so delayed.
When you get indoors Rafael goes up to the hostess and confidently says, “I have a reservation for two under Barba.”
The woman scrolls through her tablet and shakes her head. “Sorry, nothing under that name.”
Barba presses his brows together. “Oh, well, they should have been made around two weeks ago.”
She shakes her head again. “Sorry, sir. I don’t see anything here.”
He nods curtly and thanks her, turns, and leads you back outside by the small of your back. Once you’re on the sidewalk again he starts to rub at his right temple.
“I’m sorry. I thought I made the reservation. Damn it...”
He starts to mumble something about Carisi and intrusions so you grab both of his hands and squeeze.
“Don’t worry about it. It happens to everyone.”
When he nods his head but doesn’t respond you add, “That was nice of you not to badger the hostess. Harvard douchebags have a tendency to do that when things don’t go their way.”
He shakes his head at your quip. “I’ve worked plenty of part time jobs. I know not to be an asshole when someone doesn’t deserve it.”
“But you were an asshole to me the first time we met,” you shoot back.
“Exactly.”
“Hey! I was perfectly-”
“I know, I know. There's another place I’m thinking of, but it’s in the Bronx. We’ll have to take a cab.”
“Lead the way.”
In under half an hour you are once again following Barba’s lead as he swiftly presses through the streets. He walks like everyone you pass is trying to get in his way even though the foot traffic isn’t particularly bad tonight. The smell of garlic and spices suddenly overwhelms you and your stomach grumbles.
“I hope that smell is coming from wherever we’re going and I hope it’s close,” you whine a bit exaggeratedly.
He laughs. You’ve never heard Barba laugh enthusiastically. It’s kind of beautiful. “Right in front of you.” He points to a food cart across the street.  
La Kubanita, you read. There’s a short line, but nothing like the one from earlier.  
“How do you know about this place?” you ask, making some conversation as you wait.
“I grew up a few blocks from here. My mom would give me some money every once in a while and I would bring her back tamales.”
You give Barba a sideways glance. “I didn’t know you grew up in the Bronx.”
“Well, that’s because I didn’t tell you,” Barba says sardonically. “And nobody ever asks.”
“Rafa!”
Rafa?
“Dios mío,” Rafael mutters. “Cómo estás, Isabel?”
You look up a bit to the window of the truck to find an older woman absolutely beaming at Barba.
“Tú sabes que estoy bien. Quién es?” she asks, pointing in your direction. “Por fin conseguiste una cita?”
“Stop it Isa,” Rafael lightly scolds. “This is my coworker.”
“Alright,” she relents with a grin. “You want the usual?”
“Por favor,” Rafael responds.
You’re handed a couple take out boxes of warm food within minutes and you thank Isabel with a smile. You find a picnic table to sit at nearby and open the food to find three steaming hot and perfectly wrapped tamales.
As he opens his own box Barba says, “I’m not a huge fan of street food-”
“Shocking.”
Barba squints at you then continues, “But, I love this cart. I even brought some of their arroz con pollo home to my abuela once and she gave it her stamp of approval.”
“Alright, that is really high praise. I don’t think my grandma has approved of anything I have ever cooked or bought her. Or really anything I’ve ever done. You should have seen her face when I told her I wanted to work in law enforc-”
“We can unpack that later,” Barba interrupts, “but right now you’re going to stop thinking about your problems and try that tamale in front of you.”
You throw him a look, but pick up your fork and dig in. It is, undoubtedly, the best tamale you’ve ever had.  
“You win this round, Barba,” you concede between bites.
He looks up from his food. “I wasn’t aware this was a competition.”
“It’s always a game with you.”
“Is it?”
You pause, trying to decide if you want to maintain your nonchalance or admit something a little more personal. Fuck it.
“You’re tough to keep up with sometimes. Everything is in order. No nonsense. You’re effortlessly and brutally sarcastic- which is very sexy, by the way. Every conversation is a mini battle. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. It’s just new. I’m not used to guys like you.”
You hold his gaze for a second longer, then busy yourself with unwrapping your second tamale.  
“Very sexy, hm?”
You snap your eyes back up to him to catch his shit-eating grin. “Really? That’s what you picked out of that?”
His smile somehow grows, and you can’t help the one spreading on your own face.  
“You should know after today that I don’t have it all put together,” he says, going back to his meal.
You gently kick one of his feet under the table. “Yeah, I finally have some proof that you’re human.”
“Aside from the fact that I’m fueled entirely by coffee like the rest of you?”
“Yes,” you nod in agreement. “Aside from the coffee.”
The two of you finish your meal while making casual conversation. When Rafael returns from throwing the garbage out he stops to look at his watch.
“It’ll take us about 30 minutes in this traffic to get back to Manhattan. We should probably head out. Are you ready to go?”
“Damn. I was just starting to get comfortable being totally, inappropriately overdressed. Maybe we should just skip the show.”
Barba rolls his eyes but holds out his arm for you to take. “I’ll leave you here if that’s what you want. I’m not missing Anastasia.”
You laugh, taking his arm and walking out towards the street to hail a taxi. As you wait you notice the sun is beginning to set and is casting the loveliest shade of yellow over everything. You catch Barba looking at you with an entirely contented expression and a slight smile ghosting his lips.  
That look alone is better than all the whiskey in the world.  
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Here’s the thing folks, I haven’t written anything in Spanish in probably three or more years. I know there have got to be mistakes. I apologize. Blame my senior year Spanish teacher for making us watch soap operas more often than actually teaching us anything. And the name of the food cart is borrowed from a real Cuban food cart that I have never been to. I wasn’t creative enough to think of my own.  
Hopefully this was a decent follow up for “Woeful Wins and Whiskey”. I’m trying to get more confident with writing Barba. Trying being the key word. I’m always happy to read feedback, comments, and criticisms. And if anyone wants a third part let me know! I’m thinking more shenanigans with the SVU, maybe some struggles with defining the relationship..... 
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The Governess and the Liesmith - Chapter Four
FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn finds herself accepting the position of governess to Prince Loki’s children. She quickly endears herself to them, despite her firm hand, but the closeness and trust she worked so hard for is threatened by the return of the children’s notoriously absent father. RATING: T AUTHORS NOTES: This is the last completed chapter I have and I can't possibly say when the next one will be ready (considering it took me four years to get to this point). If you have any thoughts on what you'd like to see (other than Loki at some point :P), things you'd like Sigyn and the children to do etc, feel free to add them in the comments. Who knows, they might inspire me to be to churn out a few new paragraphs ;) Thanks for the love and the continued support xoxox
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Sigyn heard the children long before she saw them, the group babbling excitedly to each other as they made their way into the nursery. Queen Frigga followed, smiling to herself as her grandchildren immediately made the most of their free time. For Einmyria and Jörmungandr it meant jumping onto their respective beds with a new book on seiðr brought back from their lessons, for the other children it meant playing with dolls and building blocks and, in Eisa’s case, trying to set them on fire without anyone noticing. A raised eyebrow and a stern look from both Sigyn and Queen Frigga stopped her cold but Sigyn knew perfectly well which of the older women her new charge was showing deference to.
“The uniform fits well, I take it,” Queen Frigga noted happily as she gave Sigyn a once over.
“Yes, it fits perfectly, your majesty. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, though I still think I should be thanking you,” she said, her eyes moving over her assembled grandchildren. “It’s no easy task I have assigned you.”
“Perhaps not,” Sigyn conceded. “But I will endeavour to take care of them to the best of my abilities. Whether they like it or not,” she added under her breath, earning an unladylike snort of laughter from her queen.
“I wish you the best of luck,” the queen said before stepping forward to say goodnight to the children. “Please be good for Sigyn,” she added sternly before taking her leave.
Left alone with her new charges, Sigyn did her best to ignore her nerves as she wandered about the room attempting to engage the children in casual conversation hoping to learn more about them. Eisa, Hela, and Fenrir were building a tower out of blocks - a grand castle in their minds, and were playing out mock battles and daring rescues with their toys. Eisa always played the queen (or the enchantress, or the poor scullery maid who was really a princess), Fenrir always played the brave hero (who always had a loyal warwolf at his side), and Hela always played the evil monster who was secretly good (or cursed, or just scared of the hero). She asked Jörmungandr and Einmyria about the books they were reading and the things they learnt with their grandmother, and while Jörmungandr all but ignored her questions claiming she wouldn’t understand, Einmyria became almost as animated as her sister as she recalled the new spell she had learnt and talked at length about the famous witch in her book.
Their conversation had to be tabled when six bells chimed throughout the wing, signaling the arrival of children’s dinner. With slightly less grumbling than there had been at lunch Sigyn managed to get the children to wash up and seated just as the kitchen maids had finished setting the table.
Sigyn thanked the maids as they headed for the door, and after she pointedly cleared her throat at her charges they followed her example. “Thank you!”
The meal was more or less as chaotic as dinner with her own siblings and made Sigyn terribly homesick. If she had known when she had left that morning that she wasn’t going to be returning she would have hugged them all so tightly before she left. With a soft sigh she shook off her feelings of nostalgia and focused on her charges as she made short work of her own meal.
By the time Sigyn had set down her cutlery the children had all but finished too. Fenrir had licked his own plate clean and was now finishing off the meat that Einmyria had pushed to the side of her plate, Eisa had made a paste out of her roasted pumpkin but Sigyn suspected she hadn’t eaten a bite of it, and Hela was grimacing as she bravely tried to finish her green beans.
“All done?” Sigyn asked, putting poor Hela out of her misery. “Then I think it’s bathtime.”
Thirty minutes later five squeaky clean children and one drowned rat of a governess exited the bathroom.
Sigyn instigated quiet time to run out the clock before bedtime. Einmyria and Jörmungandr returned to their books while Eisa and Fenrir huddled on the floor between their two beds with their toys. Hela tugged on Sigyn’s skirts, leading her over to her bed. Sigyn helped the girl up onto her bed and helped her get comfy. Hela patted a space next to her encouraging Sigyn to take a seat next to her. Before Sigyn could ask her what she wanted Hela pulled a well worn book of fairy tales out from under her pillow.
“Would you read me a story?” Hela asked.
Sigyn took the children’s storybook in hand, tentatively opening it to the first page, her eyes stumbling over the title.
“I’m afraid I don’t know my letters very well,” Sigyn confessed quietly, her body tensing as she felt five pairs of eyes staring back at her.
“You can’t read?” Einmyria exclaimed in utter horror, hugging her own book tightly.
“What did you expect?” Jörmungandr snorted. “She’s just a stupid farm girl.”
“I am not stupid,” Sigyn replied coldly. “I know how to shoe a horse, milk a cow, mend clothes, and plow a field. I know when to plant seeds and when to harvest crops. I can hunt game and prepare it for eating. I know how to make bread, cheese, stews, and dozens of other things. Just because I didn’t read about such things in books does not make me stupid.”
Jörmungandr broke eye contact first, burying his nose in his own book. The heavy silence that followed was broken by a curious Fenrir.
"You can really hunt game?"
"Trapping rabbits mostly. Sometimes pheasants.”
"Fenrir caught a rabbit once in wolf form. And ate it raw," Einmyria shook her head in disgust.
"I didn't mean to," Fenrir whined. "It made me sick for a week."
"Well, perhaps next time, once you've caught the rabbit you should turn back into a boy and cook it first."
"You know how to cook rabbit?"
"Of course."
“Can you make biscuits?”
Sigyn had to stifle a laugh. “Of course. I like making ginger snap cookies, but my favourite thing to make is a steamed pudding with homemade raspberry jam.”
“Now I’m hungry again,” Fenrir huffed, burrowing into his blankets.
Sigyn did laugh then but settled down when a small hand touched hers.
“I could read it to you, if you want?” Hela offered nervously, unable to meet Sigyn’s eyes, her fingers picking at the worn edges of the much loved book.
“I would like that very much,” Sigyn replied earnestly, her smile growing wider as Hela moved to give Sigyn space on her bed. “What is the book called?”
“East of the Sun and West of the Moon,” Hela recited slowly, following the words with a small finger as she read them out. She turned the page and pointed to the first sentence. “Do you know what that says?”
“Those words I know,” Sigyn smiled. “Once upon a time.”
Hela nodded in agreement before repeating them and then reading aloud until her eyes grew heavy towards the end of the first chapter. Eight bells chimed and Sigyn marked the page with a ribbon, and Hela was asleep before Sigyn had put the book away. Sigyn tucked her in and then went around the room securing the windows, dimming the lights, tucking the rest of the children in and prying books from more stubborn hands.
“It’s past eight bells, Jörmungandr. Time for bed.”
“I’m not tired,” he grumbled petulantly.
“But you will be tomorrow if you don’t go to sleep now,” Sigyn countered, waiting patiently by his bed until he handed over the heavy book with a long title Sigyn wasn’t even going to attempt to read. “Goodnight,” she said as she exited the room earning a few sleepy ‘goodnights’ and one angry huff in return.
Sigyn closed the nursery doors and then moved to the main doors. There was no lock or barring mechanism that she could see so instead she pulled the doors open and stuck her head out.
“Yes, miss?” an older guard stationed outside the door queried.
“Do they not secure the nursery doors at night?”
“No need, miss. It’s the most secure wing of the castle and only guards handpicked by Odin himself are stationed outside the royal bedchambers at night.”
“Only the most loyal and trustworthy, I take it.”
“Naturally, miss.”
“You can call me Sigyn. And your name would be?”
“Amund, Miss Sigyn,” he teased. “Gunnarr and I are on night duty this month,” he added, nodding to the younger, more serious guard stationed across the way.
“Well met,” Sigyn greeted before turning back to Amund. “The children are abed and I will be turning in shortly as well. You are not to permit entry to anyone until morning.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Sigyn.”
“Goodnight,” Sigyn smiled and pulled the doors closed, checking the nursery door one last time before retreating to her own room. She undressed and hung up her uniform to dry, changing into an old nightgown from home. It was soft in a way that only a garment worn every night for a year could be but it still could not compare to the silky softness of the sheets on her new bed. Sigyn rested her head on the plump pillow and was asleep in seconds.
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Defenseless Ch. 2
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synopsis: CJ Jackson, looks like she has it all. Fancy car, fancy house, name  brand clothing. Her parents, top boosters to Beverly, with money to make all sorts of situations go away. As well as the Jackson family looks put together, past secrets haunt them. With the new transfer student catching the eye of CJ Jackson, can old friendships be fixed. Or are somethings just meant to stay broken. "I told you, as long as I live, no one would know."
word count: 5.2k 
pairing: Jordan Baker x OC (CJ Jackson) 
warnings: talk of drugs, talk of addiction, talk of a juvenile being in trouble, teen drinking, language, high school boys being high school boys. 
"Maybe, we shouldn't have kept her in that school."
"Chris, we talked about this. The best way for her to contain a normal life is by staying there."
"You didn't hear her cry today, Pauline." She could hear his heavy sigh, "That baby has lost everything, and you know how teenagers can be. I don't want to lose her anymore than we already have."
"I can email Mrs. Riley, and tell the boys to be on the lookout for her. You know Colton won't let anything slip."
CJ heard her dad's loud laughter from the spot she sat. She sat on the dark staircase behind the kitchen wall listening to her parents talk. After she had come home from her terrible dance rehearsal, she had hid in her room all night doing homework and listening to music.
"Oh I know," Her dad said, "Cobe won't let anything slip either. Carver has some pull with the football boys. Roman will help too."
"What more of an Army does one girl need." Her mother said.
CJ smiled weakly, thinking of all the boys in her life. Cobe, the eldest Jackson boy, was a senior, and a soccer star. He ruled the field much like he ruled the school being the student body preside. And, holds the title like if he were the king. Every booster presentation, he wore his best suit and tie, cleaned his shoes, and had his waves done perfectly. The whole Jackson family thought he would go to Stanford or Yale, his dream colleges, but he caught them all off guard by joining the Army when he turned 18. Their mother was pissed, and didn't talk to him for 2 days. Pauline sat down with her oldest, scolded him for not telling her, but listened to his side, and supported him.
Colton and CJ were twins. Colton being the older one, and not letting CJ live that down, at all. They both had the biggest brown eyes, ones that looked like pools of honey when the sunlight caught them. Colton's main focus was basketball, and everything basketball. There were times that he wished he was named after the great Kobe Bryant. But Cobe always reminded that he should've been born first. Colton was yet to commit anywhere, wanting to wait until after his junior year. He was praying for UCLA or LSU.
Carver was the youngest Jackson sibling, being a sophomore, and an amazing tight-end, getting his dad's football talent. Even as a sophomore, he had offers already, but much like Colton, he was waiting until senior year. Carver, even though as athletic as the other brothers, was also involved in other things. Music was his passion, growing up with old "cook-out" music- as their father would say- lead him to wanting to be a music major. Carver's room was littered with vinyl records, concert posters, and 8-tracks. CJ and Carver could spend hours arguing about the main message behind Tupac's Dear Mama.
Roman was the last boy in CJ's life. He, unlike the other boys, was not related to CJ. Roman was also on the football team, and played defensive end. He was a junior like CJ and Colton. Roman had basically lived in the Jackson house, being best friends with Colton, and dating Carver. Roman and Carver had been dating for almost 2 years now, and no one knew besides the Jackson family.
Carver was out to the school, and everyone couldn't be prouder of him. Carver wasn't afraid to be who he was. The boys on the football team accepted him. But Roman, was fearful of what his parents would do. He grew up in church, and hearing his mother curse about the pride parade every year in Beverly Hills. He was terrified about what his football friends would say. Yeah, they accepted Carver, but that didn't stop the whispers in the locker room when Carver would leave.
"He was totally starring at your junk," "If he tackles you, he might get hard" "Don't catch the ball like a fairy" "I don't wanna be the only one in the showers with him," "We should get rainbow uniforms" "Maybe he would do better on the cheer team"
All the siblings had heard the whispers and rallied around Carver. CJ was Carver's biggest fan, and biggest fighter. She had taken Carver to his first pride parade when he was in 8th grade. It broke Carver when CJ was sent away. He would visit her every weekend, and send letters nonstop. He was thrilled when she came home early. But like everyone else, he had a reputation to uphold. So even he turned his back on her at school today.
"It'll all work out for her, she's too strong to let anything break her." Pauline said coming up to her husband. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his back, "Where are they anyway? It's too quiet."
"CJ is around the corner." Chris said and CJ froze. "You've been sitting on those stairs since you were a little girl. Can't believe there's no ass print in the wood yet."
"Chris!" Pauline said laughing. CJ let out a laugh and stood up from the stairs. She walked into the kitchen in her baggy basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt, that was probably one of her brothers, "Hey baby girl." Pauline kissed CJ's forehead, as she walked over to the oven to get dinner out, "Cauliflower steaks- request from Cobe, with  asparagus, zucchini, mushroom sauce. Pasta salad and mac n cheese for a side. Apple pie for dessert, request from-"
"Me! Ain't no more goofy ass fake ass-"
"Finish that sentence, Colton, I dare you." Mom said giving Colton her famous glare. Colton shut his mouth real quick and kissed his mom's cheek as he came and grabbed a water out of the fridge, "Boy! Go shower too! You stank!"
"Smell of success, momma!" Colton said lifting his arms up, and showing off the pit stains on his red t-shirt.
"Ugh! Who the hell let the skunk in?" Cobe said coming down the stairs and smelling Colton.
"You think you got jokes, Pres?" Colton said walking over to his older brother.
"At least he don't smell like an onion." Carver said, Roman tagging along behind him, coming into the kitchen.
"Y'all all smell!" CJ said laughing. All the boys looked at each other, before all running over to CJ.
The girl squealed and took off running from her brothers. She ran towards the opening to the living room, but Cobe ran around the other side and blocked her. She quickly turned towards the dinning room, where Carver was waiting for her. Carver ran towards her, and CJ turned around running towards the kitchen again, where her dad was ready to catch her. She dodged past her dad, and was quickly picked up in strong arms. She fought against them until she was thrown into the pool.
"Ah!" She screamed as she hit the cold water. She came up from the water splashing, and laughed as she saw all 4 men, plus Roman laughing on the pool side, "Y'all think y'all funny?"
"Oh we real funny." Colton said.
"You children!" Pauline laughed coming out of the kitchen. She threw her dish towel over her shoulder and crossed her arms. All 5 males turned towards her and froze, "Y'all done with the games?"
"Yes ma'am." They all answered at the same time.
"Good. Cobe, you're gym bag does not live by the front door, pick it up. Colton, I know I didn't raise you to smell like a garbage can, hit the shower. Carver, see that table in there, set it. Roman, you can help him. Mr. Jackson, that  salad ain't gonna make itself." Pauline said, and all the boys went their instructed ways, "And you," She said looking at her daughter who was soaking wet in the pool, "Dry off and get clean."
The next day, The Jackson siblings all arrived together in their shiny white Jeep Wrangler. Colton parked the car next to Roman's black Tahoe. CJ used to joke that Roman looked like security detail for a famous person driving that black SUV around.
"Morning, Jacksons." Roman said to the bunch as they got out of the car. Roman gave a head nod to Carver. Carver rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut.
"You going to Mrs. Riley first?" Colton asked his younger sister.
"Have to every day." CJ answered and Colton sighed, "Go on, I'll be fine."
"Mom said to look-"
"I know what mom said," CJ cut off Cobe, "But I can handle myself."
"You can eat lunch with me and Alana." Cobe offered to his sister, who just scrunched her nose up.
"If there's anyone that I hate more than Emily Pierce, it's Alana Kadee." CJ said and pulled her bag over her loose t-shirt, "I'll be fine. Besides, I have him." CJ smiled seeing Spencer waiting behind her group of brothers, "Bye."
The boys watched as CJ pushed through them and over to Spencer James, who greeted the Jackson girl with a wide smile. The two of them walked into school together, and could fell all eyes on them.
"We trust him?" Colton asked the guys.
"He a good guy, little rough on the team player shit, but he's good." Roman said.
"As long as he don't do pull a Jordan Baker on her, I'm fine with it." Cobe said and the guys agreed. "Ain't no man gonna hurt my sister again."
CJ had battled her way through Anatomy, composition, and physics by the time the lunch bell had rang. Spencer waited outside of the girl's classroom and walked with her to lunch. Spencer talked about practice and a pool party at the Baker household. CJ was quiet and let Spencer vent practice and how it went.
"So how was it hanging out with the steroid set?" CJ asked, as she picked up a piece of her sushi.
"Are you serious?" Spencer asked the girl.
CJ laughed and shook her head, "I'm kidding. I used to mess with them and say that."
Spencer laughed and studied the girl before asking, "What happened between you and them? They know you, but they act like they don't wanna know you."
CJ took a deep breath, she knew this would come up sooner or later, "We used to be close, and then things happened. They became football stars and I became the. . .social pariah of Beverly High school."
"Man, shut up you're cool." Spencer said.
"Okay, yeah, says the new guy." CJ joked, "It's shocking, I know, but no one is eager to hang out with juvie girl, post detention center."
"Juvie? Elaborate."
"I just went down a bad path, things happened out of my control." CJ shrugged, "Parents paid a big time lawyer to help me out, and here I am. 75k and 90 days later. I'm fine now, just 90 days of parole."
"Is it?" Spencer asked, looking into her honey brown eyes.
CJ was about to answer, when a tray was placed loudly down on the table. The Jackson girl looked up and saw Cobe swinging his leg over the lunch table bench. Before CJ could protest him sitting there, Roman pulled up next to her. Carver sat his stuff down on the other side of Spencer, and Colton decided to nestle himself right in between CJ and Spencer. CJ rolled her eyes and leaned forward to still talk to Spencer.
"Spencer, meet the other, uglier versions of me. Cobe, Colton, Carver, and Roman- the adopted brother." CJ said introducing the boys.
"Nice to meet you," Spencer said politely, greeting all of the boys.
"Welcome to Beverly, I'm Colton, older twin, basketball star, black belt."
"He's lying." "I'm not lying." The twins said at the same time. CJ glared at her twin brother, as a familiar female voice started speaking.
"Spencer?" The voice asked, "Oh hey Jackson brothers, and Roman."
"Hey Layla," Carver answered the light-skinned girl.
"I'm throwing a party at my place tonight. It's just a small team thing, to celebrate the start of the season, and I was hoping you could make it." Layla spoke. CJ looked down at her food and picked at it as she was talking. Cobe could feel the tension rolling off of his younger sister's body, and wanted to yell at Layla for even approaching them.
"Yeah, for sure. We'll try to come by for a bit." Roman answered for the boys. Layla smiled at him and looked at CJ.
"Great," Layla said to the table, "Bye CJ." CJ looked up at Layla as she walked away and didn't say anything. The boys all looked at CJ who just rolled her eyes. Colton watched Spencer, as his head followed Layla as she walked away, and gave him a look.
"What?" Spencer asked.
"A, she's taken. That's Asher's girlfriend, okay?" Colton said.
"And B, those parties, I'd stay clear." CJ spoke up.
Spencer agreed, but there was a look in his eye that gave away his true intentions. The lunch bell rang, dismissing the teens back to class. CJ said goodbye to the boys before heading to Mrs. Riley's room for a check in and get her community service project.  Her project was based out of Crenshaw Community Center. She'd be tutoring elementary and middle school children in Science.
When dance practice rolled around, CJ was determined to take her spot back. CJ was the first one dressed and in the gym for practice. It gave her enough time to turn her phone on and go over the Countdown dance, like it was supposed to be done.
Jordan could hear the music from down the hall as he walked Hadley to the locker room, "Are you late?" He asked his girlfriend.
"No. . . it must be Emily practicing. No matter how hard she tries, she will never be CJ good. That girl is amazing, the way she can move. Looks just like her mom when she's dancing." Hadley spoke.
"Yeah. I remember all those dance awards on her walls." Jordan smiled remembering going to her competitions, "I should get going," Jordan kissed Hadley goodbye before walking down the hallway towards the music coming from the gym.
Jordan stood in the doorway in awe, watching the way CJ flawlessly moved around the space. She was completely lost in the tempo of the song playing. Her body was telling a story, and so was the song she chose. Jordan could see the pain that was coming across in her movements. The way it looked like she couldn't catch the beat, but she was perfectly on time.
"Just don't give up, I am working it out. Please don't give in, I won't let you down. It messed me up, need a second to breathe. Just keep coming around. Hey, whataya want from me. Whataya want from me?"
Jordan couldn't help but feel guilt listening to the words. The song was picked for a reason, and CJ knew it. He watched as she flawlessly leaped into the air, and land it perfectly. Her turns were executed without any hesitation and with full control. When the music finished, she ended on her knees, her chest moving up and down rapidly as her eyes were closed, trying to slow her heart rate.
Jordan didn't know if he should clap or say something, before he could move he heard clapping from the other side of the gym. CJ opened her eyes and briefly glanced at Jordan before looking to where the sound was coming. Spencer James walked into the gym, a wide smile on his face, and CJ stood up from the ground. Jordan left as Spencer started talking to the girl. He headed down to the football locker room, trying even harder to forget about CJ Jackson.
"That was. . . amazing." Spencer spoke to the light skin girl.
"Thanks. I listened to a lot of music in juvie, and this was one of my favorite songs. It spoke to me." CJ said and her eyes drifted over to where Jordan was standing.
"Well it was amazing." Spencer said.
"It was," The pair was cut off by a familiar annoying voice breaking into the gym, "Excuse me, Spencer is it? You need to leave, closed practice. And CJ, next time you want extra ''practice'' run it by the captain first." Emily said to the two.
"Show more later?" Spencer asked CJ and the girl smiled, watching Spencer walk off.
"I don't know what you're trying to do, but you will never hold the captain spot again. You might have been the best dancer in the conference, but not anymore." Emily sneered to CJ. CJ took one step getting in Emily's face, and could feel the girl uncomfortable by the sudden conforntation.
"The only person who won't be holding a captain spot anymore is you. And trust me sis, it's not me who needs the extra practice. The mess you call a dance, is a shit show and you know it. It's a Beyonce song, and you ain't it sweetie.  You are more like. . ." CJ paused looking the ginger girl up and down, "Chanel West Coast, and I'm Nicki Minaj. No competition at all."
CJ pushed past Emily, and grabbed her water bottle as the rest of the dance team started filling in the gym. Emily walked over to a group of girls and yelled at them to start stretching. Mrs. Williams came into the gym and set down her clipboard and called all the girls together.
"We are learning a new dance today, and CJ will be teaching it." Mrs. Williams said. CJ smirked as she felt Emily's glare on her back, "So let's get ready. Spread out."
"Chrisy?" Her mother spoke, knocking on her bedroom door. CJ sat up from the blankets she was buried under and paused the Twilight movie she was watching, "No plans tonight? It's a Friday night."
"These are my plans." CJ said pointing to a half naked Taylor Lautner on her TV screen.
"Half naked werewolf boys aren't a plan." Pauline laughed and walked over to sit on her daughter's bed, "I know that there is a team party at Layla's tonight."
"I know. I knew I probably couldn't go anyway."
"Your curfew is midnight, on the dot, no later. Colton will drive you and Dad will pick you up."
"Mom, are you say. . ."
"You have been through enough. Your Dad, Mrs. Riley, and I talked, we agreed that going to a team party with your brothers was okay. As long as you promise you can pass a drug test tomorrow morning."
CJ jumped up from her bed and hugged her mother tightly. Pauline smiled and hugged her daughter back. It was the first time in months that the two have hugged each other like this, in a happy moment.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" CJ squealed.
"You're welcome. Now get dress, child, you look a mess. And no Jackson child of mine will be looking a mess." Pauline said smiling at her daughter. CJ smiled at her mother and then jumped up towards her closet. CJ invited her mother to stay and help her get ready for the party.
Pauline, her mother, was a retired Dallas Cowgirl dancer, and now an editor for Vogue. Pauline had met Chris Jackson after the Chiefs had played the Cowboys, and it was love at first sight. She had grown up in east Oakland, and had come from nothing. She danced to put herself through college, which she ended up getting her degree in Dance. She worked hard for what she wanted, and wanted people to know that. She expected the best out of her kids, and wanted them to always put their best foot forward.
CJ let her mom fix her box braids, pulling them half up, half down. She wore a baggy black Aliyah t-shirt with a stripped long sleeve underneath it. Her jeans were loose with more hole then there were jean. She pulled on her crisp white air forces and smiled at herself.
"Beautiful." Pauline smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead, "Remember, midnight. Colton's downstairs waiting for you."
CJ nodded and headed downstairs where her twin was waiting. CJ and Colton made their way to the lime green 1972 camaro, which was Colton's baby. He only brought it out for important events such as parties, homecoming, dates, and prom.
"Scratch the paint, and you're dead." He told his twin as she opened the door to the car.
The party was in full swing when they arrived. The door to the Keating household was wide open, and you could hear the music from down the street. Teens were on couches doing bong hits, shots, making out. Red solo cups were in almost every teen hand. Splashes could be seen as the glass doors to the outside were pulled back.
"Hey Colt!" A half naked JJ said as he came up to the twins, "CJ, my girl." JJ tried to hug the twins but they both pushed him back seeing as he was soaking wet.
"Leave it to JJ to make me feel somewhat welcome." CJ said to her brother. He smirked and threw his arm over her shoulder.
"You are welcome, you always have been. If they don't accept you, you don't need them. Now come on, I guarantee there is a Sprite tropic berry with your name on it."
At some point during the party, the siblings had broken away from each other. Colton was probably in some room with one of the many girls at the party. And CJ sat alone, her feet swinging over the side of the deck, as looked at the California hills. It was peaceful for her, she hadn't seen the lights of the city like this in a long time. The view of Layla's house had been one of the many things she liked about it.
"You lost?" Jordan Baker said standing behind her. CJ sighed and didn't say anything, but swing her legs back to the side of the deck, and stand up. She brushed herself off and started walking away from Jordan, "Where are you going?"
"Away. I know when I'm not wanted somewhere." She said to the QB. Jordan sighed and grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks. CJ tore her arm away from his grasp and looked at him, "You dumb or had one too many concussions?"
"CJ. . ."
"Your parents made it pretty damn clear what they expect from you and Olivia. And that's to stay away from me. So why don't you do that." CJ sneered.
"CJ, Jesus Christ, would you just stop!" Jordan said trying to stop her again, "I wanted to say sorry, and just talk to you."
"Sorry? You wanted to say 'sorry'? Sorry isn't going to suffice. What would've been the epic sorry would've been telling the truth that day, but you couldn't do that."
"CJ I-"
"It's fine, Jordan. Now leave me alone." CJ said and turned on her heel, and trying to get as far away from that party as possible. She knew she shouldn't have been there, but she thought, maybe if they were all drunk they'd forget about the mistakes that were made last year.
CJ woke up with the worst possible headache that she could have. And she hadn't even been drinking. Her parents had woken her up bright in early to go to the scrimmage game. The boosters were invited, meaning her parents. So CJ sat on the cold bleachers with her green cardigan on, shivering in the cool morning. She watched her mother hand Carver and Roman each a water bottle and a snack. Cobe was busy introducing the boosters to the football coaches and showing them the additions to the football stadium.
"Why am I here?" CJ asked her mother.
"Learning how to be a football wife." Pauline joked, causing the young girl to laugh, "I will never understand why women spend so much on botox and fake boobs." Pauline glanced over at JJ's mother, who had just gotten her 2nd boob job done.
"Cause black don't crack, but white sure do." CJ said and Pauline shoved her shoulder laughing, "Let's go Carvy!" CJ cheered watching her younger brother run on to the field.
"That number 11 looks rough." Her dad pointed out, coming to sit by his wife and daughter, "Thought that was supposed to be wonder boy, looks like under boy to me."
CJ looked at Spencer, who was getting the snot beat out of him. He looked awful, and completely out of it. CJ wondered what had happened when she left the party last night. Every play that was made to Spencer, he messed it up in some way. Each time the offense would walk off the field, he looked beat and tired. At the end of the scrimmage, Spencer walked off the field looking defeated. Carver had made his way over to were his parents and sister were standing.
"Nice work, young man." Chris said patting his son on the shoulders, "Almost as good as me."
"I am as good as you."
"What's up with that James kid?" Pauline asked her youngest.
"No clue, but dude reeks like a party bus. Him and JJ must've had a competition last night." Carver said looking over at where Spencer was now talking to Jordan and Asher, "Or those two did something."
The Jackson family turned and watched a heated argument breakout. Spencer threw his helmet down and lunged towards Asher. CJ gasped and took a step forward, but Chris put his arm out in front of her, stopping her movement. The family watched Billy Baker came and controlled Spencer, and the assistant coach take Jordan and Asher away from the spectacle. CJ looked at the rest of the boosters who were also looking at the show in front of them. Cobe was quick to catch CJ's pleading glance to get them out of here, and somewhere else.
"Alright, let's go see where the best team, my team, the soccer team is practicing." Cobe said and the boosters followed him out of the football stadium.
"Billy was pulling for this kid and I have no reason why." Chris said watching Billy talk to his son.
"Maybe the Bakers should worry about they're own kids, seems like they can't control them." Pauline said and Chris nodded in agreement, "Let's go, the boys should be about done."
"I'll meet you guys at the car." CJ said and her parents agreed. CJ waited a moment and then walked over to where Jordan was. He was the only football player left on the field, "You do that to every new player?"
Jordan looked over at the Jackson girl and shrugged, "You don't get it."
"Oh I don't?" CJ questioned and walked over to Jordan, "Cause it looks like. . . you're being a huge dick."
Jordan sighed and set his helmet down on the bench, "You don't see the way he looks at Spencer. Like. . .he's the son he's always wanted."
"J, you know that's not true." CJ said using the nickname she had given him. Jordan couldn't help the butterflies that arose in his stomach when she said that, "Look where you are at, right now. Beverly Hills High School. Where do you live? In the Hills. What car do you drive? A 2019 camaro convertible. What does Spencer have?"
"I know. . ." Jordan says hanging his head in shame, "You're right."
"Your dad is trying to give a kid a chance. Your dad was much like Spencer, growing up in Crenshaw and someone gave him a chance. He is doing that to Spencer. You don't get it, because you have always had that chance."
"When did you get like this?" Jordan said looking at the girl.
"Like what?" CJ asked.
"Reasonable." Jordan simply said.
"I spent 90 days in a detention center. I was lucky, someone gave me a chance. If someone who's dad wasn't a retired football player and who's mother wasn't a editor for vogue who couldn't hire the best attorney in their county did the same thing I did. . . they would've gotten jail time instead of 90 days in juvie." CJ answered.
"Why didn't you take the plea? Why didn't you want a defense?" Jordan asked her but CJ just turned her head, "Why did you even take the blame anyway?"
CJ sighed and looked in Jordan's brown eyes, "You know why."
"But do I really? CJ, you wouldn't have been sent to-"
"Jordan." The two teens looked over to where the call came from. Laura Baker stood off the side, her arms folded in front of her. CJ took a step back from Jordan and looked down at her feet. She could feel the hate radiating off of Laura Baker. If looks could kill, CJ would be dead by now, "Why don't you go hit the showers. Now."
Jordan nodded and grabbed his helmet before walking off the field. CJ watched him leave and turned on her heel to head to her parents' car. Laura stepped in front of CJ, cutting off her path and looked down at the teen.
"What are you doing here? Do you needed reminded about the terms of your parole, Miss Jackson?" Laura asked the teen.
Before CJ spoke her mother spoke for her, "No, she doesn't, Laura. The best thing you can do is stop talking to my daughter before we have another issue on your hands."
Laura looked at the Jacksons before moving out of the way. Pauline led her daughter to the waiting black range rover, and where her husband stood. Chris opened the door for CJ and his wife. CJ looked at Laura one last time before her dad pulled out of the parking lot.
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just noticed you were doing these um, what about a suki-centric fic outline? love your blog! 💖
excellent !! i love suki! if i were to write a suki fic, it would be my Suki Magnum Opus. canon-compliant, through the years type. each scene would be 200-1000 words
first scene: average day for 5 year old Suki on Kyoshi Island. she probably goes to the market with her mother, spots the Kyoshi Warriors practicing (allude to her mother having been one), runs to the dock when she sees the fishing boats coming in and greets her father 
(also check out my milestone ask games i’m doing rn!) 
a few months later, a fishing accident took her father (because we don’t know what happened to her parents, but i like to think it was unrelated or tangentially related to the war since she didn’t seem radicalized on that axis before meeting sokka). perhaps she joins the Warriors partially so there is somewhere for her to go while her mother works more to make up for the loss of secondary income
as a preteen, practicing with the Warriors and emphasizing her teaching abilities even early on. she is probably asked to demonstrate her stances for the younger girls. allude to old Warriors leaving for the war effort-- the war feels nearer now, but not quite “here” yet (her mother may have had to leave the Island or passed away) 
that changes when she and the Warriors, that she now leads, apprehend three suspicious kids on the shore. cue: teaching Sokka, realizing the war is here and the war has been here, even if Kyoshi Island hadn’t been directly colonized or subjugated. trade, security, etc has been affected for years and it was only a matter of time... 
Suki’s speech to the other Warriors that inspired them to join the war effort, and part of their journey to the Serpent’s Pass where they helped refugees. 
i’m just going to skip the serpent’s pass episode here, and go directly to the day the Warriors were in the forest and found Appa, and were transported to prison
conversation between Suki and Azula. Suki has already been singled out as the leader. this is where Suki mentions Sokka and how “he’ll come and get me” (no ‘save me’ vocabulary here babes sorry) 
prison scenes. think the montage from new moon. do you think anyone told the prisoners about the failed invasion? i bet
boiling rock bts
WAT bts! i have a lot of ideas for this, including bonding with Hakoda and Zuko in particular. (you ever notice Hakoda fights with what appears to be a similar philosophy of redirecting momentum of ones opponent? js) 
ember island! sokka and suki time. suki wanting to open up to sokka in the same way he’s learned to lean on others, but she just can’t-- not leading up to final battle. 
post-final battle (yes bc im too lazy to think of unique takes on the actual events). being reunited with the other warriors and making sure they’re all alright, being with Sokka while he initially heals (i’m going with him never fully recovering and using a cane) 
spending time with Sokka and sort of being able to drop the leadership position she’s had for years and just be a teenager with her boyfriend in the Fire Nation preparing for the coronation. their relationship becomes more ‘permanent’ during this time... not based on the need to protect and have something to hold onto during a war
idk anything about Suki in the comics so skip. maybe one time when Sokka sees her while she’s Zuko’s bodyguard. Maybe a sweet Suki and Zuko scene too!
Suki visiting Republic City to see her husband!! I think Sokka was in his mid-forties when he was a councilman, so yeah <3 I think writing a quiet moment of Suki just walking through the city introspectively would be nice. maybe then she takes a ferry to air temple island and sees Aang and Tenzin
I’m working on a Glacier Spirits Festival fic rn but heck. throw it in here too. Suki going with Sokka to the south pole, visiting old Hakoda, seeing all the kids, Suki being grateful to be able to be an aunt to all these kids. so much of her and Sokka’s time has been spent apart by necessity, and even together they just.. never had any of their own. so it’s bittersweet (also allude to Sokka becoming more intuned with his spirituality at this point)
Katara becomes chief of the SWT and Suki takes a leadership role in Kyoshi Village. but then Aang passes away and Katara steps down and Sokka becomes chief and they start talking about figuring out how to live together. they’re getting older and frankly they don’t want to become too old to travel to see each other. maybe Suki was visiting the SWT when Korra is discovered, and decides that she can help with protecting the new Avatar
Sokka cooks breakfast one morning and they just have a quiet, intimate moment. like the cozy scene you only get from years of affection and understanding. then news comes of the Red Lotus attack on Korra and we cut to a fight scene with Old Suki, Old Sokka, Old Zuko, and Old Katara (and tonraq and unalaq and...) and whew. but they still got it <3 (old suki chi blocking ghazan or smth! imagine)
here’s what you know had to come. i can’t decide who goes first, but i think Sokka and Suki are one of those couples who both pass naturally, and only a few months apart. since this is Suki-centric, i think Sokka’s gotta go first. they knew it was coming, but Suki is inconsolable when he goes in his sleep. for once there’s nothing to redirect her energy toward. she and Katara comfort each other as best they can, and when the others arrive for the funeral Suki is mostly composed. 
Cut to a scene 2-3 months later with various characters paying their respect. if i were to write this and feel generous at the end, perhaps there is a spirit world reunion (do not try to tell me how the spirit world works, i dont care)
i didn’t even put detail into their deaths and i literally cried over the end so um. lsdjf
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areiton · 4 years
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End of Year Recs - 2019
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It’s the end of year fic round up time--and this year I’m doing things a little different. I’m gonna do my favorite two fic for each ship or gen pairing I really enjoyed this year, and then (up to) five honorable mentions. 
So here--without particular order, my faves from the year!! Also this is long as hell so hit read more for...more... 
Irondad
we’re gonna have to do this together by edibna (Irondad | MCU)
Being a superhero sometimes means you forget about the small dangers in the world, like disease. For Peter, this means he loses May to natural causes, not something he could ever save her from.
Unknown to him, May left custody of Peter in the hands of Tony Stark, who, even though he wants kids, has no idea how to actually raise one. With a grieving superhero teenager on his hands, Tony is going to have to figure it out quick, if he wants Peter to ever be able to move on and be happy.
Webcams and Webshooters by losingmymindtonight (Irondad | MCU)
Once Peter's relationship with Tony gets out, the public can't get enough of their new favorite father-son duo.
So, naturally, they monopolize.
(Or: Tony and Peter's relationship, as seen through videos.)
Honorable Mentions:
Put out every star
Holdfasts
i'm the satellite (And you're the sky)
stars, hide your fires
miscommunications
 ~*~*~ 
Winteriron
fractures (filled) with liquid gold by itsallAvengers (Winteriron | MCU)
Ultron happened. The Avengers left.
Tony is fine with being alone again. He always worked better as a Lone Wolf than a team player anyway. He's not sleeping or eating or resting or... living, but it's fine. It's good. It's okay.
And then there's James.
illuminate me by Half_SubmergedinPurgatory (Winteriron | MCU)
Tony isn't a healthy man. He's fine with that, really. It makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, he has a job to do that kind of has his health as a major requirement. So he unmakes himself, remakes the Accords, protects every single child super that enters his field of view, and hopes ferociously that the Avengers never come back to the US. He doesn't spend any time at all rebuilding Bucky Barnes' life. Not a single second. Anything he does that contributes to him is simply an accident.
Bucky is a patient man. It's ok if Tony wants to ignore him for now. He won't be able to forever.
(Somewhere in the world, a sense of dread crawls up the back of Tony's spine)
Honorable Mentions:
a street corner in Cambridge
does it hurt
the road less traveled at the end of the line
scars
looking at you
 ~*~*~
Sambucky
winter, sweetheart by wilsonsnest (Sambucky | MCU)
To know the Falcon’s identity feels surreal to Bucky. It means nothing. As far as Hydra was concerned, Sam Wilson was erased. He has only ever been The Falcon and to Bucky he’s always been Sweetheart.
we could jump state lines (we only get the one life) by notcaycepollard (Sambucky | MCU)
It starts in Paris.
“You can’t steal things just because you like them,” Sam tells Bucky, feeling innately that this is a losing battle, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, considers Sam very thoughtfully.
“Really,” he says. “I’m stealing you, aren’t I?”
Honorable Mentions:
seek out hidden places
not an end, but (the start of all things)
cancel all your reservations (no more hesitations)
they gave you a heart, they gave you a name
you touch me within and so I (i know I could be human once again)
 ~*~*~
Starker
Stipulations by anonymous (Starker | MCU )
Peter Parker’s longterm dream recently went from ‘get into MIT’ to ‘afford going to MIT’. As the time approaches, it’s dawning on him that he won’t be able to pay his tuition and afford the move to Cambridge all at once: he’s out of money, his secrets are beginning to pile up, and desperation has started creeping in...
And then one night, he saves Tony Stark’s life.
mr. hurricane by spqr (Starker | MCU)
Peter makes it to the ripe old age of 26 without anyone finding out he’s Spider-Man. And then he falls asleep during a B&E at Stark Tower, and the rest is—well, the rest is this.
Honorable Mentions:
Both Ways
breaking point
velvet elvis
the leash
left hand free
~*~*~
Thorki
along a deserted highway by trieduntrue (Thorki | MCU)
The events of Thor (2011) take a different turn when both Thor and Loki are sent to Midgard without their powers as punishment for their misdeeds. With nothing except each other, they go on a journey to reclaim Mjolnir together.
soft shocks by stereobone (Thorki | MCU)
"And why," says Thor, "would I need to come with you to Jötunheim?"
"Ah, well," Loki says. "They may be under the impression that we're married."
Honorable Mentions:
How Long We Were Fooled
we spent our darkest days howling at the moon
~*~*~
Ironhusbands
touch the sky by scrollgirl (Ironhusbands | MCU)
Jamie Rhodes wouldn't be who she is today without her friendship with Tony Stark. The flip side of that is Tony Stark wouldn't be Iron Man without the twenty-five years he's been in love with her.
twenty five years by Not Applicable (Ironhusbands | MCU)
Nobody knows how long this has actually been going on. (Tony Stark has pretty much been in a monogamous relationship since he was 18 years old.)
Honorable Mentions:
a date on the moon
home for the non-holidays
reconstruction
pretend we're in love (the heartache still hurts)
i place your hands around my neck
 ~*~*~
Winterhawk
silhouette by mariana_oconnor (Winterhawk | MCU)
After a mission in Mexico goes wrong, SHIELD Agents Barnes and Rogers are given the job of hunting down the notorious Hawkeye and the Black Widow, the only problem being: no one even knows what they look like.
On the other side of the law, Clint's enjoying messing with their new SHIELD shadows, especially seeing how close he can get to Agent Barnes without him realising, but he makes the mistake of getting attached, and that makes everything more complicated.
nameless by AvaKelly (Winterhawk | MCU)
A gun is pointed at him before he can even move from his position, the Soldier's metal arm steady in its aim. Clint sighs.
"Nemo," Clint says. "It's tattooed on your wrist, right here," he lifts his right hand and taps his left index finger where his palm ends.
The Soldier's eyes widen. "How do you know this?"
"I put it there."
Honorable Mentions:
What do you mean we left Clint on Mars
clint barton's super secret snipers' club
lucky in love
i'll keep you safe here with me
complications
~*~*~
RPF
the end of the missing by eadunne2 (Evanstan | MCU RPF)
Sebastian remembers this from before, Chris’s physicality, remembers shoving and tripping one another, and hugs that lingered. It had been silly, friendly, until some vague, unspoken moment towards the end of filming when their relationship had changed again - Chris circling Sebastian’s wrist with his hand, or a palm to his lower back, only on rough days, only when Chris noticed him tensing up against unpleasantness in his own mind. At first Seb wanted to apologize, brokenness is a tiresome trait, but the actions seem to calm Chris too, ease his busy brain. When they lost touch Seb pretended not to miss it; he wouldn’t have had a chance to anyway, right? - with two dozen excellent fuck buddies all over the globe. Weird how they all had blue eyes though.
I would lose my decadence (for your love) by deadhearts (Stackie | MCU RPF)
The thing of it was that Mackie had just been trying to make a point. He'd just been trying to shut him up, or to make something clear, and he'd done what he'd set out to do. Sebastian had been well and properly put in his place. He'd been put in his place so well that Mackie had never touched him again, not in that way, because he'd never had the need: whatever question he'd been asking had been so thoroughly and roundly answered that there wasn't any need to ask it twice.
Honorable Mentions:
Like O, Like H
when you kiss me i just gotta say (baby i love you)
cross the line
fine until you're not
 ~*~*~
Stucky
ain’t no grave (can keep my body down) by spitandvinegar (Stucky | MCU)
It's six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.
For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don't. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It's very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.
I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.
Steve sits down hard on the steps.
there should be stars by childhoodinfamy (Stucky | MCU)
“All memories to tell you the truth aren’t good.
But sometimes there were good times.
Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep
beside me and never dreamed afraid.
There should be stars for great wars
like ours. There ought to be awards
and plenty of champagne for the survivors.”
- Sandra Cisneros
 Or, it takes them decades.
Honorable Mentions:
This, you protect
little animal lives
the long game
a long winter
the art of cooking for two
 ~*~*~
Stony
never too late for love by Sineala (Stony | MCU)
Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one.
Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.
And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.
wait and sea by lenalena (Stony | MCU)
In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....
Honorable Mentions:
celestial navigation
the song without words
dear mr fantasy
slipping off the page into your hands
the twice-told tale
~*~*~
Stuckony
hide a heart of war by  Hummingbird_52 (Stuckony | MCU)
“You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.”
Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is. Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.
the stories we write by NotEvenCloseToStraight (Stuckony | MCU)
A question at an interview leads to Steve and Bucky discovering fan fiction, and after piles of coffeeshop au's and fake dating tropes (and screaming over ABO fics) they find an author that writes some of the best fics they've ever read-- reader inserts starring a dark haired, dark eyed male reader as their shared love interest.
The platonic fics are heartfelt and sweet, the smutty fics have them tearing their clothes off to act out scenes, the soulmate fics have them crying over the true love that so often ends with the Reader passing away and Stucky being left behind.
Then one day, a fic posts with a scene taken right out of their lives, one that happened right there in the Tower, entirely the same right up until they take the Reader to bed.
Bucky is the one to realize the writer is Tony.
Steve is the one to suggest writing fics of their own to show Tony they return his feelings.
Writing fics to show an author you're in love? What could possibly go wrong?
Honorable Mentions:
eagles
branded
imagine you and you (and you) and me
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