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hiccanna-tidbits · 2 years

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HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 1, DAY 1 - “LET’S BE PATHETIC TOGETHER” HIGH SCHOOL AU

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF HICCANNA MONTH Y’ALL!!! I’m starting this funky little event off with a bang, so here, have a funky little modern/high school AU one-shot to get you inspired :3

I tried writing Hiccup’s POV this time! Usually Anna comes more naturally to me, but for whatever reason I wanted to try writing Hiccup’s voice, since I identify a lot with him too. I think I did an okay job but idk XD I’m still getting used to his POV so don’t drag me too hard if I fucked it up lol

Also not me continuing to dump all my ADHD-related issues and insecurities onto Anna XD I mean, I have to deal with them SOMEHOW, and sometimes therapy doesn’t quite do the trick XD *proceeds to write about my self-insert/avatar being loved and appreciated despite being a fidgety mess*

OH, and credit to @ohlooksheswriting for Anna’s last name! I saw her use it in one of her fics (a Hiccanna one she wrote for me, actually!!!) and I liked it a lot better than what I used to use XD

Fic under the cut!

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Hiccup slides the AP chemistry textbook from his locker’s top shelf, grunting slightly under the weight. Together with three other textbooks and a wizened copy of Moby Dick (thank the gods his lit class is reading this, as he is now an expert on the several-decades-extinct trade of whaling), he one-handedly unzips his backback and begins the process of cramming everything in.

He can already feel how heavy that thing is going to feel on the way home. Great, another aching body part to add to the list.

He reaches up to touch his shoulder and makes a face. It still stings when he presses it. He pokes just under his eye and winces.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III looks truly pitiful right now. Like an utter failure. Maybe if he keeps his head hunched and speed-walks to the bus stop, no one will notice.

He starts planning the rest of his day in his head. His dad doesn’t get home until six, so that’s plenty of time to put some antiseptic and unassuming band-aids on. Also plenty of time to figure out and rehearse a non-embarrassing explanation for his condition. He’ll have to wear long sleeves tomorrow, but eh. It’s autumn, it won’t be that uncomfortable.

There are a number of Anna Runeardsen’s hoodies in his dresser. She’s terrible about remembering to grab them when she leaves, and she’s been coming over so long that he’s stockpiled quite the collection. Hiccup wonders idly if any would fit him.

Probably. He and Anna have nearly identical body types. If anything, her clothes might look a bit big on him, but no matter. He can manage.

He also wonders if she’d notice if he wore one tomorrow. One of the baggier ones would do an effective job of covering the worst of his banged-up body. With the hood pulled up, it’d even hide the icky-looking, discolored spots on his neck. He doubts she would mind, but it might be a bit awkward if she—

“Hey!”

Hiccup slumps against the row of lockers, suppressing a hiss of pain as his bruised shoulder bangs into the metal. Gods, no. Anything but this.

Hiccup has hoped for many years that the most mortifying moment of his life will always be the end-of-5th-grade barbecue, when he requested condiments on his hot dog and zoned out in the middle of the question (it wasn’t his fault—he saw an interesting lizard nearby and had to mentally determine the species). Being the guy who wanted “a sausage with condim” isn’t something middle schoolers forget in a hurry.

As it turns out, this might take the cake instead.

“Heeeey, Anna!” He swings his backpack onto him and shuts his locker, turning to grin at her. He knows hiding behind his locker door would only arouse suspicion—or worse yet, get him a tight hug from behind that makes the battered state of his tiny twig form all the more apparent.

She’s leaning on the wall a few lockers down, understatedly charming as usual. Floral print t-shirt, jean shorts, magenta jacket, back braids wrapped into a bun, radiant grin. It’s a comforting image—and for a moment, the myriad of injuries hurt a little less.

A lot had changed about Anna over the years, but her smile always stayed the same. Hiccup doesn’t have a lot of constants in his life, but the charismatic sunshine ginger who no one ever expects a loser like him to be best friends with is one of them.

“My god.” Her latest rant begins as soon as the greetings are finished, as is customary. “Did you know Picasso tried to steal a statue? Like, a whole freaking statue?” She slaps a locker for emphasis. “Everyone thinks he tried to steal the Mona Lisa, but that was some other dude who tried to frame him. But when the cops got him, he was flipping out because he knew he had all these statues he wasn’t supposed to. I have no idea how my art teacher knows any of this, but she said—hey, what happened to you?”

She frowns, striding toward him. Oh no.

It’s not that he doesn’t want Anna’s sympathy. He doesn’t mind her fussing over him—at least someone does. It’s just that it has to be humiliating for her, continuing to associate with a guy who can’t take a punch very well.

She reaches for him, trying to brush her fingers against the bruise circling his eye. He shrinks away.

It’s an instinctual withdrawal. Rationally speaking, he would love to lean into her hand and feel any variety of gentle touches. It’s a fucking stupid thing to let happen, though—like shooting a line of coke right before the entire coke house immediately packs up and moves themselves and their drugs to the next city over, never to be seen again.

Because the truth is that guys like him don’t get to be touched by girls like her. Bubbly, vibrant, half a foot taller. Anna probably sees him like an annoying twin brother—an unflattering mirror. All of her worst traits, reflected right back at her.

“I…fell!” He says brightly, putting on his most convincing grin. “They were…mopping the stairs right when I needed to go down, and uh, oh boy did I pay dearly for it. This, um, this school really needs better safety precautions, eh? Like how hard is it to find a ‘Slippery When Wet’ sign—”

“Hiccup, people don’t get black eyes from falling.” She cuts him off with a glare.

“Yes they do!” he retorts, although admittedly with little conviction. “I hit my head on the railing. It was very painful.” He rubs his temple to emphasize.

“Is, uh…is that why you have bruises all over your arms? And your nose is bleeding? And your face is all scabby? And your hair’s messed up?”

“It was a bad fall.”

He does his best to sound casual, but he doubts it’s successful. He laughs nervously, and Anna crosses her arms.

“So I’m supposed to buy that whatever actually happened is somehow more embarrassing than looking like you got run over by a train after…falling?”

His cheeks heat up. On second thought, this is much worse than the 5th grade barbecue. “Oh, gods. Is it really that bad?”

Anna bites her lip. “I mean, it’s not awful. Sure, you look like you were in one of those mob movies, and a bunch of gangster guys cornered you in the alley and went to town on you because you owed some guy in a suit 4000 dollars, and your eye looks like someone really messed up the eyeshadow and called it a day, and your hair looks like you’ve been living in the Jumanji game for 5 years—”

“Anna.”

“Right!” She smacks the locker again, as if to physically cut herself off. “Not helping. Anyways, you want to tell me what actually happened, or do I have to spend the next, like, week worrying about your…” She gestures abstractly. “Hand-eye coordination?”

He lets out a deep, defeated sigh. The last thing he needs is to worry Anna even more than he already does.

“I didn’t get Josh Fuller’s homework done in time. He told me he’d pay me 20 bucks for it—and I mean I agreed, because why throw away good money? But I had so much other crap to do, and he cornered me in the courtyard with his football buddies, and…” He rubbed his cheek, still stinging from where it ground into the pavement. “His right hook isn’t half bad.”

“Asshole.” Anna’s lips tighten, hand drawing into a fist. “Where the hell is he?! I swear I’ll—”

“At practice. What, you’re going to walk out in the football field and punch the linebacker?”

“Don’t tempt me!”

“Pretty sure he’d just snap me in half with one hand and snap you in half with the other.”

“Don’t give him so much credit! Punzie tells me the cheer team sees him benched half the time. I could totally take him.”

Hiccup sighs. This girl really is going to end up in the hospital one of these days. He only hopes he’ll be around to hold her back if she gets an especially ill-advised idea.

“Oh, speaking of Punzie, though!” She saunters over and grabs his arm—between the bruises, thank the gods. “We should go find her! She’s always carrying around those wet wipes and hand sanitizers and stuff. She can probably get you cleaned up, at least.”

She starts to drag him away, but Hiccup grinds his feet into the tile floor. “Anna, you don’t—you don’t disinfect cuts with hand sanitizer. You know that, right?”

Anna stops, blinking. “Oh. Right. Yeah, that’d be stupid.” She slaps a hand to her head. “Ugh. I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, my brain’s at like 50% charge.”

“Completely understandable. That’s high school for you.”

To his dismay, Anna attempts to resume the dragging. “Well, I’m sure she’ll have something. She’s always got ibuprofen and nausea meds and whatnot—she’s gotta have other first aid stuff.”

“Anna. Seriously.” He gives her a pleading look. “Don’t bother Rapunzel. She’s probably in the middle of…I don’t know. Giving some important speech to the Student Council.” Anna opens her mouth to protest, but Hiccup shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. I promise. It doesn’t even hurt that bad, it’s just…” He heaves a deep sigh. “More embarrassing that anything. Like a big flashing red light that says ‘Look at me! I’m a wimp!’”

Although he gets a snicker out of her, her smile quickly fades. She lets out a defeated huff, slumping onto a row of lockers and taking him with her.

Her hand is still on his arm. He really should not be enjoying that as much as he is.

He studies the ceiling—made of those holey, Styrofoam-looking tiles and shining bleakly in harsh, florescent white light—and for a moment, he and Anna aren’t surrounded by teenagers anymore. They’re back in an elementary school hallway, hiding in some alcove and hoping they can stay out of everyone’s way.

Their grade school peers had not thought particularly highly of them. They had their fair share of recess hair-pulling, tripping, tag-team taunting. Anna was the fidgety, loud one—the one who couldn’t keep her mouth shut at the best of times, and often as not got the whole class in trouble for it. It didn’t help that the things that came out of her mouth were so bizarre and off-the-cuff that it only took half a day of kindergarten (maybe less) for her to get written off as the “weird kid.”

Hiccup hadn’t fared any better. He was the nerd, the dweeb, the geeky loser, et cetera et cetera et cetera. Teachers sometimes made an example out of his assignments, gushing about what a good, hard worker he was, but all that ever did was get him sneered at for being a brown-nosing teacher’s pet. When he wasn’t all that, he was “the kid with the weird leg.”

Anna always liked the prosthetic. She said it looked like a cool robot leg, and speculated about gritty cyberpunk futures where he could yank part of it off and have it double as a machine gun.

Despite everything, they’ve always had each other. Hiccup can’t even begin to explain how grateful he is for that.

Things got better in high school. They met Rapunzel and Jack and Fishlegs and Merida and the twins and all the others. Their friend group got bigger, and they found that not everyone their age was put off by their strangeness. Outright dicks like Josh Fuller were few and far between—at least compared to middle school.

For a while, they watch kids walk by, shouting and laughing and yanking on their friends’ backpacks. A couple of freshmen jump up and try to touch the ceiling, only to trip and nearly fall flat on their faces.

That cheers Hiccup up. Only a little, he swears.

“You know…” Anna speaks up after a while. “Erin Morris called me a bimbo in class today.”

Hiccup turns to frown at her. “She did?”

“Yeah.” She smiles weakly. “The teacher called on me and asked me to do the next part of the trig problem, and my mind had kinda been wandering a bit, so like…I said I didn’t know. And Erin told me I was such a bimbo. I think she was joking, but I also…don’t think she was?”

Hiccup opens his mouth and shuts it again, unsure what to say.

She continues before he has the chance. “I got my test back in AP history. C-. Travis Palmer still sits behind me, and I guess he saw, because I heard him whispering to someone about how he has no idea how I’m still in that class.”

“I—”

“I was really restless in lit class.” Anna goes on, ruthless. “I kept squirming around because I couldn’t get comfortable, not matter what I tried—oh, and I think I was doing the leg-shakey thing, too. Anyways, Mrs. Acosta got all pissed and yelled at me in front of the entire class because I was being a ‘huge distraction’ or whatever.”

“Anna, that’s—”

“Punzel was raving to me at lunch about some genius girl in her chemistry class.” Hiccup should know by now that he’s not going to get a word in edgewise. “Zoey Juarez or something? She’s kept an A all year. Punz says she’s on her way to becoming a biochemical engineer and ‘totally fixing the environment’ or something. And sometimes I wonder why she keeps me around when she could hang out with people like that.”

Hiccup narrows his eyes, baffled what her endgame is. “Is—is any of this supposed to make me feel better? Because all I’m gathering is that we’re both pathetic.”

“So…” She leans in, gripping his arm harder as a devilish smirk dances across her face. “Let’s be pathetic together.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Will that help?”

“Uh, yeah.” Anna snorts. “Misery loves company? Duh.”

“You don’t have to drag yourself through the dirt to make me feel better about myself, you know.”

“Oh, I don’t have to!” She smiles brightly. “The rest of the school is already doing it for me!”

As he frowns, she lets out a sigh.

“Look, you…you don’t have to be this tragic action hero who bears your pain alone and goes to like…brood on a mountainside and stare at the horizon. It’s not this like, I don’t know, terrible burden you have to deal with on your own. You’ve still got me.”

He looks over her—bright, lively, stubborn as shit. The one who always was happy to do the talking when he didn’t want to. He probably doesn’t deserve a friend like her. Who does?

“Frankly, I’m a little surprised you still want to be associated with all…” He waves his hands up and down abstractly. “…this.”

“You…just gestured to all of you.”

“I’m aware.”

“Well, anyways, I could say the same for you wanting to associate with me.” She shrugs. “Point is, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’m the garbage to your dumpster. The sewage to your rusty drainpipe. The moldy bread to your stale Cheetos.”

“Anna—”

“The great pacific garbage patch to your hole in the ozone layer. The nuclear waste to your abandoned and collapsing military outpost.”

“Anna, I don’t think this is helping—”

A few students send strange looks their way. Anna raises her voice, unable to be deterred. “The soggy cardboard box to your dingy alleyway! The plastic solo cup to your dysfunctional frat house!”

Hiccup is spluttering, at a loss for how to form coherent sentences. Let it never be said that Anna Runeardsen does not commit to the bit.

“Look, all that to say…” She gives his arm a couple squeezes, and he hopes she can’t see the heat rising to his cheeks. “We’re a team. Maybe one that people don’t usually like very much, but we still have each other’s backs. If you go down, I go down. Simple as that.”

He looks over her, clutching onto him like she never wants to let go, and feels a rush of gratitude. For all her moments of chaos and weirdness and rash decisions, she’s his rock. She always has been.

“You’re the rock and I’m the lichen.”

As soon as he says it he realizes how stupid it sounds. Anna snorts, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, come on! I mean sure, I’m the secretly super tough one who everyone overlooks because I seem all ordinary and boring, but you’re too pretty to be lichen.”

“I’m many things, Anna, but I assure you I’m not pretty.”

“You’re more like moss,” she declares, ignoring the assessment.

Hiccup gives her a baffled look. “Moss?”

“Y’know. Adaptable, resilient, also super tough. But also really pretty. You see it and you’re like…calmed. It’s like ‘oh, okay, there’s moss here, everything’s going to be fine.’ Like if you go somewhere and there’s a bunch of moss it feels like it can’t be so bad. I guess in some weird, primordial, ancient way, you kind of feel like you’re…home?”

It’s an odd thing to say, but Hiccup gets the distinct impression it’s supposed to be a compliment. Anna isn’t the most delicate with her words, even when she’s trying to be kind.

It’s not as though she’s entirely wrong. Sometimes when Anna’s at her most anxious, his even-tempered rationality is her lifeline.

(At least, what he likes to think is his even-tempered rationality. His view of himself tends to be unfairly aggrandizing or absolutely abysmal, depending on the day.)

He chuckles. “Well, in that case, I’d love to be your moss.”

She grins triumphantly, jerking him a little as she bounces on her feet. At the moment, Anna Runeardsen is shining at least four thousand times brighter than anything else in that lifeless, gray-and-white hallway.

He really wishes he could grow the balls to properly ask her out. Maybe by the time senior prom rolls around.

“Hey, so…” She rubs the back of her head with the hand not currently gripping his arm. “I heard some new episodes came out from that one show you’re really into. You know, the one with the dinosaurs that can shoot beams out of their eyes and the time-traveling wizard? Forget the name.”

“Oh! Velocilasers!” He nods eagerly. “Yeah, half of Season 5 just dropped this morning.”

“You want to come to my place and binge them?” She hooks her arm in his and leads him toward the front lobby. “I don’t know when my parents will be home, but I can fry up those frozen crab cakes you like.”

She looks worried, as she often is when it comes to cooking. Nonetheless, her blue eyes are as genuine as he’s ever seen them. However the food turns out, it’s clear she’s planning on throwing her entire heart and soul into it—and that’s more than enough for him.

The tension, stress, and crippling mortification drains out of him with each step, her hand on his skin seeming to brush it all away. He smiles, realizing that the scrapes and bruises aren’t bothering him anymore.

“I’d love that.”

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ennipuff · 3 years

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“Wait, so you’re telling me you don’t need an ink pot to write?”

Holli is fascinated by Vixen’s muggle pens!

Vixen belongs to @rosievixen!

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #holli rosenvelt #vixen mcmahen #jacob's sibling #hphm mc #my art #ok y'all vixen is so cute #also the fact that it took me over a week to actually draw this...#my activity levels are 0 #my motivation and my brain cells... both dead #OTL #i swear i'm gonna get through everyone's mcs... eventually...#i'm so sorry for not drawing you again carmen #i'm gonna do an hpma doodle next i swear #it's just her hair?#gives me a headache to draw #it's not even her braids lol it's her bangs... or whatever they are lol

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it9chi · 3 years

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haikyuu!! characters tying your hair

KAGEYAMA: has one hair tie on his wrist ALWAYS. only takes it off during official games or matches. since he has a sister he knows how to tie your hair properly. maybe even braids your hair when theres extra time during breaks or whatever cs miwa used to tell him to braid her hair and basically taught him the basics. its therapeutic for him too cs he has something to do with his hands other than volleyball. gets really into braiding or tying your hair that the others find it really scary or cute. he’s like full on concentrating with just tying your hair up in a messy bun.

SUNA: since he has a little sister, he has a habit of carrying a really small pouch filled with hair ties the tiny ones thats all colorful and shit. his favorite hairstyle is pigtails since his sister always asks him to tie her hair to pigtails and mf just grew accustomed to it and now meticulously does it on you too. at first you were like: “rin is this a joke” when he tied your hair into pigtails for the first time til the realization dawns upon him that the person he just tied their hair isn’t his little sister that he secretly loves but his s/o

ATSUMU: he deliberately asked you to ask HIM to tie your hair and you’re like why tho i can do it myself and hes like he’s seen suna and OSAMU out of all people do their s/o’s hair and got jealous cs why do they have more game than him.. THE atsumu miya. anyways he does a terrible job but you don’t have the heart to tell him cs he always looks so proud. thinks you’re the cutest thing ever even if your hair is all over the place. always kisses the crown of your hair whenever he ties it. is also a scrunchie person over the regular thin hair ties cs he’s fancy and extra like that

OSAMU: has multiple hair ties on his wrists by the amount of times you ask him to hold your hair tie and you just forget about it. now keeps it as an emergency hair ties whenever you need it. doesn’t tie your hair unless you ask him to cs he’s just like that. though unlike atsumu he’s somehow really good at tying your hair. maybe it’s cs he also ties his own hair whenever he’s cooking to keep the hair out of his face sometimes. he’s also really gentle whenever he does it. you don’t feel a thing when he ties your hair. you ask him to tie your hair and next thing you know he’s right in front of you holding your small pocket mirror asking you if it looks alright and it’s more than alright

SAKUSA: just like suna, he keeps like a small bag filled with hair ties the moment you two became a bit more serious with your relationship. its quite endearing really since we all know how meticulous about hygiene and shit like that sakusa is so he’s bound to you know, take care of you the way he takes care of himself. you don’t even have to ask him to tie your hair, he just does it for you when your hair is no longer wet. he just walks up behind you and pulls your hair, combs it and puts it up in a high ponytail just how he likes it. cause it keeps hair away from your face and he can see your beauty lol sike even if you dont tie your hair sakusa still finds you beautiful. also the type to keep bobby pins or cute simple clips if you have bangs or a fringe.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #kageyama imagines #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader #suna imagines #suna headcanons #suna x reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x reader #osamu imagines #osamu headcanons #osamu x reader #sakusa imagines #sakusa headcanons #sakusa x reader

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themand0lorian · 3 years

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How does impression, sunrise Marcus handle the reader getting hurt on the job? How do the kids react?

Oooh an interesting question anon!! I purposely moved reader to cyber crimes because it would be a position mostly done from a desk, meaning relatively safe (like art theft I imagine would be) but let’s see

This ended up much longer than I thought so I guess this is my first head cannon for this universe lol

Also I’m on mobile so I apologize in advance for typos, weirdness, etc.

also also spoilers for impression, sunrise below the cut if thats not immediately apparent

Grace

Grace is a baby, and I honestly think would not even recognize anything unless it was like, an injury to your face. She’d be a little alarmed by the bandages, leaning into Marcus and balling her fists into his shirt but the second she figured out it was you under there she’d be like “oh cool it’s mom” and just be normal about it (babies have no sense of object permanence though so depending on how long you’re hurt this may be a daily occurrence until she learns, and then when the bandages are off she has to relearn what your normal face looks like. basically Gracies whole life is just this emoji 😳)

She would also absolutely get her grubby fingers up in any bandages, casts, etc because babies always have sticky fingers and are insistent on shoving those sticky fingers anywhere they can, ESPECIALLY if you respond “ow,” that’s like baby kryptonite and she will find that spot that hurts every single time she’s near you from then on

If you hurt your hand or your arm or something and couldn’t do her hair Marcus would make extremely pitiful attempts at throwing it up into her little sprout, but it would fall out after 3 minutes of baby toddling because he never made the elastic tight enough (he’s afraid he’ll hurt her head)

he then attempts to watch YouTube tutorials on elaborate hair styles that will literally never work because her hair is like 3 inches long and super fine but you let him try the braids and twists anyway because their little daddy-daughter hair time actually melts you into a puddle

Eli

Eli would be peak worried™️ he knows someone hurt his mom and dad and that’s how he ended up with you and Marcus, so if he even heard you got hurt he would basically shut down into terrified mode (Marcus would try to keep it from him but the kid is nosy and the second he heard the word or sensed Marcus’ uneasiness he’d turn to panic mode)

Once he worked out whatever was going on in his little head he would constantly be asking if you were coming home, when he could see you, etc

If you were noticeably banged up (cuts, bruises, bandages) he would be scared, but not in the same way as Gracie—he understands it’s you under there but that scares him more because parents are supposed to be superheroes??? And he’s already lost some??? He can’t lose these ones too??? (Wow the big sad comin in here)

He vows to become a police officer too so he can catch whatever bad guys hurt you (he still has no concept of the fbi vs. police but you know what he means and you think Marcus will have an aneurism out of worry if that actually happens)

He absolutely gives you Wilbur (the stuffed rabbit) to cuddle with but then also ends up back in bed with you cuddling into your side, Wilbur between you both pretty much 24/7 if you need rest

He’s a little rough with you because he doesn’t understand that what he’s doing can hurt (hitting your injury as he snuggles, bending you the wrong way, etc) but the second Grace tries to touch or do anything he immediately tells her you’re hurt and she needs to be REALLY careful (that rule does not apply to him) and will show her how to touch nicely (it’s still too hard but you appreciate the sentiment and also you would let them re-injure you if it meant they were happy/you were still here with them)

Basically he’s a terrified boy which is heart breaking but also he is really trying and will be very sweet and draw you pictures and stay glued to you once he knows you’re okay and probably insist that you never go to work again until you can calm him down

Marcus

Ah yes, sweet boy Marcus

Essentially, when he finds out, his only reaction is sheer terror

Carson agrees to take the kids immediately and sends him to you, but he’s basically an autopilot until he sees you’re alive (doesn’t matter how severe the injury was, he automatically goes to worst case scenario every time after Stanford almost shot him)

As soon as he sees you bandaged up or bruised or whatever, panic very briefly subsides into relief and he checks you over himself as if he’s making sure all your arms and legs are still attached, like the he thinks he will find something the doctors didn’t

Basically you are very precious to him and so as soon as he counts ten fingers and ten toes attached to your body he immediately goes into guilt mode, like he should have been there to help you or protect you or to do something because he would gladly take every ounce of pain you have to make it so you were fine

Somehow you end up comforting him because 1. It’s very obviously not his fault and 2. You don’t even work on the same team anymore so why would he have been there and then he feels even worse because HE should be comforting YOU

Essentially, mans a wreck, and then you smile at him and he gives that crooked half-smile back and it’s like you’re the only people in the hospital

Of course, you’re not—Eli heard Carson tell his partner you were hurt and threw a tantrum until Carson brought him to see you, so as usual he barges in at that moment

After you get home Marcus won’t let you do anything for yourself. Thirsty? He’s bringing you three types of water/tea/soda. Hungry? You bet he’s already cooked. Lean over the bed for the phone charger? No ma’am you need to ask him and he will get it for you (after he saw your acrobatics to reach it without getting up he bought a ten foot cord and mounted it to the wall)

The man would literally carry you to the bathroom if you’d let him, so you have to draw a line somewhere, and it seems to pain him to see you back up and at it before he thinks you should be

He tries to do everything around the house, with the kids, etc for you so you don’t have to lift a finger but in turn ends up wiped out by 7 most nights from running himself ragged

BUT he’ll wake up in the middle of the night to watch you breathe, thinking about how much all this makes him love you even more because you’re HERE, and you do so much for him and the kids that being tired feels like a small price to pay for having you with him

Little does he know he’s making you love him more for all his concern and care and doting and just being typical soft protective Marcus, the only reason you got through it was to see him and the kids again—

—but he does try to convince you to somehow find an even safer job and you tell him “I will when you will” and give him a big ole kiss because both of you know it’s never going to happen

wow I am soft

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 4 years

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No Letting Go

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Coco Cruz x Black!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Coco has been your best friend and rock since childhood. You’re having a problem learning to share him with the club, specifically a certain club member who happens to be your ex who you may or may not still be in love with.

Warning(s): 18+ only, smut (the sex!), foul language

Word count: 3,493

Author’s Note: This is for my fellow girls who’s love language is talking shit LOL. Also I’ve made this fic pre-season 1. EZ is in jail. This was two parts before I just decided to make it one fic. So it might be a little disjointed BUT just go with it okay? I’ve missed y’all and I hope you like this. Hopefully I’m not too rusty. Questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome. My inbox is open. Enjoy!

Your childhood wasn’t the most stable, drive by shootings and cracked out parents didn’t exactly leave room for normalcy, but there was always one constant for you and that was Coco. His mother was also an absolute train wreck. You guys kind of grew up taking care of each other. You remember Leticia being born while he was in jail and trying to talk some sense into Celia about giving the baby a better life. You remember when he got out of jail and joined the Marines. Just as you got him back, he was gone again. It was extremely hard not having him around, but it forced you to really take care of yourself. No more Coco to lean on. You only had yourself.

So after high school, you went to cosmetology school and got yourself a beauty license. You’d taken care of your hair for years and it’s important to you to teach others how to take care of theirs. Natural hair, wigs, weaves, braids, or whatever. You helped your clients with it all and showed them how to keep up with their hair. You got a job at a local shop and you were taking care of yourself. Things were good but you missed your best friend.

Then he was back. Coco was discharged from the military and you thought you’d have him all to yourself, but then he was telling you about joining the Mayans and you barely heard from him for months. Well, you weren’t just about to accept that shit.

You banged on the front door, “Coco open the fuck up! You know who it is! Open this damn door, Johnny!” You yelled, as you pounded your fist against the door.

The door whipped open and Coco stood there with an irritated look on his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Don’t bang on my door like that. You know better.” The look on his face as well as the growl in his voice would have terrified anyone.

You just stared at him before breaking out into a smile. “I missed you.”

Some of the irritation left his face and he actually sighed at you. It was the closest to a pout he’d ever get. “Yeah, yeah. Get your ass inside.”

“I hear you grumbling, but this is what happens when you keep ignoring me. Imma stay on yo head boy!” You told him, walking into his living room before sucking your teeth when you saw who was there.

Angel. Reyes.

It was bad enough that Coco joined that damn club and was busy being their prospect. It’s been even worse since he’s basically become best friends with Angel, who happened to be your ex boyfriend. Well, maybe ex fuck buddy was better. He started to push for more and as someone who hated being cornered (and someone with serious reservations about his lifestyle) you broke things off with him. It was infuriating. You finally got Coco back, but he was taken away from you again and with the one person who you wanted to avoid. Feelings were still there, but you hid them by egging him on. Were you acting like a kindergartener pulling someone’s hair they had a crush on? Maybe. Using sass to hide your emotions? You’re a pro at that. Coco had no idea about y’alls past.

“Don’t you have your own place to live? Why the fuck you always over here?” You questioned, setting your purse down in one of the empty chairs.

“Hey! Don’t start Y/N.” Coco interjected, already knowing where this was going. It was equal parts exhausting and entertaining watching those two go back and forth.

“I do. I just like being over here. It’s more opportunities to run into you.” Angel replied from where he was sprawled out on the couch. He had a cap sitting backwards on his head, a gray sleeveless shirt on, jeans, and his legs spread wide.

“You giving off real scrub vibes right now.” You rolled your eyes at him before directing your attention back to Coco. “So where you been? See when you don’t return my calls you make me have to pop up on your ass. So wassup?”

“Nothing is up. You gotta chill. You know I’m prospecting with the club now. I got a job at the scrap yard and everything. I’m just busy living.”

“Mmmhmm...so you’re too busy for me now?” You asked, letting the spoiled brat come out of you a little before deciding it was safer to just change the subject. “ANYWAY, Leticia texted me.”

That caught Coco’s attention. “Why? What’s wrong? Is she okay? What the fuck did my mom do now?” He asked, worry clear in his tone.

You waved your hand to dismiss his concerns. “She’s fine. She has a school dance coming up and she wants me to do her hair. I think perhaps you should drop by and check on her, maybe have a small discussion about the birds and bees…” You implored, and he immediately began shaking his head.

“Nah. You should do it.”

“I’m not family.”

“Yes, you are. Plus you’re a woman. Y’all can talk about shit I don’t get.”

“It would still be good for her to have a male’s perspective. One to tell her how a respectable gentleman acts and better yet, shows her.” She has always pushed for Coco to spend more time with Letty. She knew it was hard from him, but she knew the girl truly loved her older brother.

“Who the fuck is Leticia?” Angel asked, clearly confused.

“His sister.” “My sister.” You and Coco answer at the same time. You both maintained eye contact as you basically glared him into submission. Your eyes conveyed the words you’d never let slip from your lips. ‘Spend some time with your fucking kid, Co’ was the thought written clearly on your face.

“Fine, I will stop by and check in.” He conceded and you smiled widely again. You loved it when you won.

“Y’all are so cute.” Angel teased, a small smirk on his face because he knew it would get under your skin.

The small smile on your face was quickly wiped away at his words. “Shut up. That’s my brother. Period.”

“I still have a chance then.” His smirk turned into a grin. He loved getting a rise out of you.

“Psh.” You scoffed, the retort leaving your lips quick and snappy. “A chance in hell.”

“Then I’ll meet you there, sweetheart.” He always loved that fire in you. He missed not having it around as much. He felt bad about keeping the relationship from Coco, but he figured he’d bide his time for now. He still wanted you. He could remember the nights spent laid up in your bed as he watched you braid your hair or helped you lotion your body. His favorite thing to do was lather you up because it always led to him knocking your walls down.

You stood up from your chair and walked to where he was seated so you could stand over him. Your hands were on your hip and you just stared at him for a moment. He was so blasé about everything. You wanted to make him stumble just once. “Eat shit, Angel.”

“Only if it’s yours.”

You wanted to laugh so bad. He had such a quick wit and y’alls banter was something you have yet to experience with anyone else. Still, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction so you turned away from him to keep your smile in check. “You goofy as hell. I don’t have time for this shit. I have appointments. Just needed to make Coco promise me to my face.”

“All that whining about me not returning calls or having time for you and you can’t even stay and hang? You’re so fucking fake.” Coco chuckled and you laughed as well.

“Don’t hate. I do what I gotta do. Walk me out bestie.” You grinned, walking toward the exit and grabbing your purse on your way out.

“Bye mamí.” Angel yelled at you and you merely lifted your hand to give him the finger. His answering laughter warms you up and you can’t help throwing him a look over your shoulder.

Coco walked you out the front door and closed it behind him.

“If you think that ‘tough bitch’ act is putting him off you’re so wrong.”

You stare at Coco with your eyebrows raised giving him that ‘you should know better’ look before going, “Who is acting?”

“Alright, Y/N.” He just shook his head and decided to let y’all figure it out. No way was he gonna jump in the middle of that. He knew it would resolve itself eventually.

xxxxxxx

The next time you got to see Coco things were an absolute mess. You don’t know exactly what happened but the gang got into a shootout. Coco was injured and your heart was beating against your chest so hard as you raced toward the scrap yard. This was out of your comfortable zone completely, but you needed to see that he was okay.

Even though on the inside you were freaking out, you tried your best to keep a calm outer appearance as you came face to face with the gang. You went through the basic introductions and then you found yourself crouching in front of a passed out Coco.

“He always said he didn’t really have family so we didn’t know who to contact until Angel told us about you.” The president explained, as you studied the bandages on Coco’s chest.

You tore your attention from Coco to look at Angel and saw him already looking at you. It was like he was studying you. You gave him a small smile, trying to convey your gratefulness that he contacted you. He just nodded back at you.

“Thank you all for everything you do and did for him.” You looked back at the president, Bishop, and all the other guys.

“He’s our brother.”

“He’s my brother too.” Your gaze went back to Coco, a soft look on your face that made Angel want to just wrap you up in his arms.

Luckily the bullets just grazed Co and nothing vital was hit. You could only sit still for so long before your anxiety got the better of you and you stood up, striding out of the door. You inhaled deeply once you felt the fresh air.

You would have been so heartbroken if Coco had died. Just the thought made your hands start shaking. You curled them into tight fists and closed your eyes as you focused on slowing your breathing. Your eyes only shot open when you felt someone touch your elbow.

“Hey, you okay?” Angel asked, his eyes soft as he gazed at you so you diverted your eyes.

“I’m fine.” You replied, the sigh you let out in the end betraying your words.

“You want a drink?” He offered and you perked up a little.

“So badly.” You admitted.

“Come on.”

He led you to the little trailer that was parked on one side of the scrap yard. You wanted to say something smart, but you’d been to his home and knew he didn’t stay here. Plus your heart just wasn’t in it at the moment. He grabbed two beers out of the fridge and opened them before handing you one. You immediately took a big gulp of it.

Angel went to lean back against the fridge and you saw him wince. It dawned on you that he was also in the shootout with Coco. You were so focused on your brother because they said only he was shot, but Angel looked hurt too.

“What happened to you? Don’t tell me you got shot too.” You set the beer down and invaded his personal space. You lifted up his shirt and noticed some bruising there and your head lifted back up quickly to look at him.

“I didn’t get shot. Just got the shit kicked out of me.” Angel explained, staring at you as you fussed over him.

You let out a loud sigh. “Well you need to be icing it and resting. I can’t have both of y’all fucked up at once.” You murmured, eyes dropping back to his bruises for a moment.

“Are you admitting to actually giving a shit about me now?” Angel inquired and you immediately dropped your grip on his shirt and took a step away from him.

“Don’t start this right now.” You pleaded. It was easy when you two were bantering back and forth, but his face was so serious. You knew the conversation was going to get heavy.

“Don’t start what? So you still want to pretend we don’t know each other? That we didn’t spend nights wrapped around each other for months?” He stepped closer and closer to you as he spoke. “That you didn’t become mi corazón before you took it all away? I’m tired of pretending.”

As he stood directly in front of you, you felt your heart racing. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You knew if you looked him in the eyes you would fold. He knew as well so his hands caressed your cheeks before bringing your face back up so you would look at him.

“I know you love me and I love you. We should be together right now.” He was beyond frustrated. This game has gone on for too long. He wanted you back.

“Why? For what huh? So in five to ten years you can get yourself killed and leave me a widow? So I can have another person I love ripped away from me? So all I’m left with is bittersweet memories? Nah. Coco is laying on a couch with bullet wounds at this very moment. Fuck that.”

“I never would have taken you for a coward.”

“I’m a coward for wanting to live my life with as little pain as possible? Fuck you, Angel.” Your eyes blazed at his words.

“No you're a coward because you’re scared to face the fact that you love me and want to be with me. I can’t promise nothing bad will ever happen, shit something could happen to you and it would absolutely break me. But I’m willing to take that risk. I promise to make you more than just comfortable. You deserve to feel loved, cherished, appreciated, and fucking happy. I wanna spend the rest of my life making you happy. Don’t you want that?”

Tears filled your eyes and you closed them as some spilled over.

You weren’t ready to have that conversation with him. Not right now. You wanted to feel good. Your eyes met Angel’s briefly before you were surging up and connecting your lips to his.

His arms slid down your back to attach themselves to your ass, pulling your body against him. You felt every part of him. He wasn’t too muscular, but he was solid. It felt good to be back in his arms. The kiss got more passionate as your tongues tangled with each other. He was a fantastic kisser.

He turned you around and propped you up on the one table in the trailer. Your hands worked his kutte off and you let your fingers run under his shirt and feel his chest again. His kisses ran down your neck and you moaned as he sucked on that spot on your neck. You began unbuckling his belt ready to feel him inside you.

“Eager huh?” He teased, his lips at your ear. You pulled back to look him in the face and stopped what you were doing.

“Oh I’m sorry. Would you like to sit down and talk about our feelings more or would you prefer to feel this pussy wrapped tightly around you?” You asked cockily, one eyebrow raised.

Angel looked at you and smirked. “Continue.” Shit, who was he to turn you down? He never really could. You got his jeans undone and your hand was in his underwear and stroking his dick while kissing his shoulder before he could say anything.

“Ah, shit.” He moaned, as you stroked his dick and felt it harden under your hand. You squeezed it a little just to see if his breath still caught in his throat and you smirked against his neck when you heard the sound.

“Don’t get cocky.” He whispered, rubbing your pussy through your jean shorts. Your hips jumped a little at the contact and you felt your panties getting more wet than they were before. He kept rubbing; the friction of your jeans and panties rubbing perfectly between your pussy lips had you squeezing your thighs closed.

You leaned your head back to look at him. “You’re gonna ruin my jeans, stop it.”

It was his turn to smirk as he took a small step back, your hand falling off him. “Then let’s take them off.” He peeled your shorts and panties down, spreading your legs so far apart that your right foot slid out of your pants. Your shorts and panties dangled around your left ankle.

“Oh baby, that pussy is still as pretty as ever.” He popped two of his fingers in your mouth, slipping them a little down your throat so he could hear the always beautiful sound of you choking before he stuck those fingers inside of you.

“Fuck..” You groaned, your hand squeezing his arm.

“And you still feel like Heaven. I gotta feel you around my dick again. That’s what you want right? You want me to fuck that attitude right out of you.” He asked, though it wasn’t really a question. He was just talking. “I know what you need, mami. Always have and always will.” He let his pants fall and in a quick and smooth move he removed his fingers and replaced them with his dick inside of you.

He had both hands squeezing your thighs as he kept your legs apart. He had you open wide for him. Your nails were digging into his arm and your other hand was bracing yourself on the table. There was so much in those thrusts. It was all his feelings in one. He was conveying how mad he was, how much he missed you, and how much he loved you.

“Angel,” you moaned, head thrown back as you got lost in the feel of him. You couldn’t focus on anything, but him. He still knew exactly how to fuck you and drive you over the edge. Your stomach was in knots as you felt your orgasm building. He could feel it too and he slowed his strokes down to more shallow ones.

“Look at me.” He demanded, and you tilted your head down until you made eye contact with him. “Look at me fucking you. Look at me giving you what you need. I’ll always give you everything. All you have to do is ask. Tell me, mi dulce. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I-I wanna cum Angel please.” You begged, barely able to get the words out. You knew that he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

He kissed your lips and sped back up his thrusts as the pressure built back up in your stomach. He kept kissing you, his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as he fucked you. With a shaky hand, you reached down and rubbed your clit to push yourself over the edge.

You moaned into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm. As you clenched around him, the tightening of your walls around him helped to trigger his own release.

Angel tucked his head in your neck and placed kisses there and along your shoulder as you both came down from the high. “Will you let me take you to dinner, mi dulce? Por favor.” He pulled his face from your neck so he could look in your eyes.

You didn’t shy away from his eyes this time. You held his face in your hands as you gazed at each other. His words echoed over and over in your head.

“You deserve to feel loved, cherished, appreciated, and fucking happy. I wanna spend the rest of my life making you happy. Don’t you want that?”

Mind blowing sex and one beautiful love declaration does not fix everything. You still had your reservations about the relationship. You were still scared. You were still worried. You were still unsure. But when you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but his love for you and his certainty. He was so sure it was you for him. You could picture a wedding and children in your future. Maybe even growing old together. Suddenly, you knew you wanted to try.

Don’t you want that?

With all that in mind, the answer was simple:

“Yes.”

#angel reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #hhgbyebruh fics #no letting go #black!reader

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donutthief10 · 2 years

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Totally not upset at the fact that Vi and Jinx are LITERALLY SUCH BEAUTIFUL SISTERS. Each design of them I absolutely love, and just when I see one and think, “damn she looks so COOL I wanna look like her” the other pops up and I’m like “NEVERMIND I WANNA BE HER!!”

Vi’s bob/pixie cut (whatever it is sorry I don’t know the actual name of it I guess) is so so cool and I’ve never seen it styled that way, and I know I could never pull it off but if I could… I’d do it. And even with its color, bright fuchsia pink, it just makes it cooler. Also WTFFF she got so much buffer and ngl… it’s hot. Like damn every time she appeared in screen my heart skipped a beat 🤣🤣 her tattoos are DOPE when she popped up on screen the first time when she’s older I SCREAMED and shook my husband and was like “HER BACKK!!!! ALL THOSE TATTOOS!!!! THE FACE TATTOO!!! THE PIERCINGS!!! AAAAHHHH!!!!” Shes just so cool and I’d kill to have a older sister like her

But I LOVE Jinx’s loooong ass hair and in braided low pigtails, with her dope long ass side bangs that frame her face so well!! And the way it swings around and when she’s in action, or doing a low glare and somehow her bangs are also soooo menacing! And I love her outfit as well!! It’s so baddie and rebellious, and her cloud tattoos??!!??! Omg she’s beautiful. When she debuted at her older age I couldn’t believe what she grew into. She’s crazy, she’s psycho, but she does it SO WELL. And honestly I love the slight scratchiness in her voice when she speaks. It’s so opposite, to me at least, to when she was younger I really didn’t expect the sound came out of her mouth. Honestly her voice is so charming and I wish I was herrr!!!!

I don’t play LoL but I did hear soooo much good stuff about Arcane, and my husband plays League, so I thought this would be a perfect middle for us to do together. And holy shit we fell in love with it, we finished the entire season in one night. My husband was like Aaaahhhh shit there’s so and so and was like sooo impressed to see Jayce’s and Vi’s power moves with the giant hammer and the gauntlet gloves (haha I didn’t know he was meaning and had to explain lol 😂 very happy to have a gamer hubby)

I can’t wait for season 2 already, and for the time being imma just overwhelm myself with dope fanart of the show 🤣🤣

#arcane #vi #jinx #powder #arcane netflix #vi netflix #powder netflix #jinx netflix #sorry for my ranting #but I was just soooooo impressed!!!!

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myidlethinkings · 4 years

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So my girlfriend has been trying to have me read the Wheel of Time series since when she was just my best friend. I picked back up the second book recently but it's been a while since I read the first and she went on this massive "YOU WON'T REMEMBER EVERYTHING FROM THE FIRST BOOK, LET ME TELL YOU"

This led to her Wheel of Time in 5 Minutes ™ lecture/rant and... I had to share this with the world. Enjoy.

Obviously every spoiler for the first book. You've been warned.

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k, eye of the world in 5 mins.

begins in the two rivers, emonds field, is gonna be bel tine and everyones all excited. rand lives further afield with his father and theyre bringing in brandy for the inn. rands all omg someones watching me as theyre getting in, tams all i cant see anything, rands all mustv imagined it. they get there. they hear theres going to be a gleeman. meets up with his bestie perrin and LOVER mat I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP who are both like yeah we totes saw the figure too. they go we'll tell the mayor tomorrow.

they see the gleeman thom and theyre all omg a gleeman, omg. then the two strangers, moiraine, who is the best character ever to character in any universe fucking fight me on that and lan, who are asking questions about the area and people and moiraines like oh hi child to nynaeve the wisdom whose like im the fucking wisdom bitch who the fuck are you. she then says to the boys hey here have this coin which is totally a normal coin cuz i might have errands and shit and theyre like holy shit anything you want.

then he sees egwene and hes all like omg the love of my life will you dance with me tomorrow at bel tine and shes all yeah sure in the afternoon cuz i got shit to do in the morning and hes all like wut? and shes all GETTIN MAH HAIR BRAIDED YO and hes all like holy shit that means shes marriagable, holy shit man.

then the peddler paidan fain rocks up and gets everyone in a frenzy over war wherever and false dragons and logain or whoever else.

rand and tam go back to the farm overnight before the festivities begin. shit goes down. trollocs smash in, rands all OMG TROLLOCS ARENT REAL THO LIKE WUT and tams all, fly you fool and rand runs into the woods. but then hes all, i cant fucken leave my father so he creeps back and in the shadows he sees tam creeping around with a sword and rands like DAFUQ why does he have a sword, fighting ensues, tam gets hurt, is dying, rand manages to get him back to emonds field with a figure trailing them.

tams delirious, starts talking about rands dead mother and then starts talking about a battle and how they all poured over the dragonwall and that it was snowing but it was so hot, battle is always hot and she was a warrior even though she was pregnant and she gave birth and died and how he took the baby and rand was all WUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. im gonna ignore that shit.

gets to emonds field. everything is in ruins. trollocs wrecked the shit there too. nynaeve is all like sorry dude, your dads gonna die. hes all fuck that, gets back to the inn where the gleemans like hey that ladys an aes sedai, she could heal him but i totally wouldnt because you never know what they ask for in price and rands all i dont care because HE IS MY FATHER. MY FATHER. HEEEEE. ISSSS. MYYYY. FATHERRRRR. thoms all, holy shit dude calm down hes your father. moiraine, the best character in the universe, heals tam, then shes all like look, you three boys need to come with me and rands all, well shit she makes sense and they go but then egwenes hiding too and shes all bitch im adventuring too and rands all AHHHH and moiraines all huh the wheel weaves what the wheel wills, whatevs, and they go on, with thom whose also like this place is boring asf, im coming on.

they head out, dragkhar fly overhead, moiraine like a mofo destroys them, they get to tarren ferry, cross on the ferry, then coincidentally theres a whirlpool and the ferrys destroyed when theyre on the other side and egwenes like HOLY SHIT YOU DID THAT and moiraines all cuz im fucking awesome and nobody can follow us now so stfu and they head on.

rand interrupts a lesson with moiraine teaching egwene the true source cuz egwenes got it. rands all FUCKING WTF and thoms all dude, leave it, you cant do a thing about it. Shes gone now. Why don’t you bang mat instead. I mean the mat comment never happened but I will ship them till my dying breath. moiraines all to egwene youll die if i dont teach you, there was another back in emonds who also had it but she managed to survive/channel in her own way.

egwene starts to unbraid her hair. rand has a crying fit. egwenes all fuck off man, i do what i want. mydraal and shit attack them, they get to baerlon safely. where the gatekeepers like the children of the light are around but they cant cause much trouble cuz the city watch hate them and the whitecloaks are little bitches. they get to baerlon. mat and rand walk around. they see a few of the whitecloaks, dane bornhold a young man leading the small group. mats like lol, watch this, enters a shop, climbs up the top and hurls a rock at them, loosening barels. rand has started to feel feverish and when the barrels nearly knock them over, rand stands there and doesnt hide and rands like lol and danes like dafuq are you looking at and rands like im looking at you what are YOU looking at and hes feeling really odd and reckless and danes like are you a darkfriend and steps forward but then the city guards turn up who hates the whitecloaks and they face each other off and mat hauls rand off all are you fucking insane, you faced him off and rands recklessness leaves him and he freaks out and they flee.

throughout this time and through the book all three have dreams but i cant be bothered to get into those, theyre basically all the dark one figuring out who is who, and they wake up after rats backs were broken in the dream to be all oh hey it was just dreams though, to find rats dead all over the place and other stuff. Moiraine told them early on to go to her if they have dreams and the boys talk about it and theyre like we should probably tell her but nah, she saes sedai and like, its just dreams yo, yeah a few rats end up dead but cool, its fine, we’re fine.

oh baerlons also where he meets min who can see things around them, like with him a sword that is not a sword and three women on his funeral pyre weeping and with perrin she sees wolves and mat dice and with lan seven broken towers and a baby in a cradle with a sword and blah blah. And she says she can see he loves egwene and egwene loves him too but theyre not for each other, at least not in the way they want to be.

then he returns and nynaeve is there and she is PISSED and is all like we're going home now and moiraine manages to convince her they are in trouble and nynaeves like ..... i dont trust you, but fine. and lans all how did you find us and shes all i tracked you bitches and hes all like, huh.

rand says to her later about MY FATHER HE IS MY FATHERRRR and nynaeves all awkwardly like er yeah totally, i totally dont remember when your father returned after adventuring with an outlander wife, that totally explains your red hair, er yea sure. but that above all they loved him as much as they wouldv loved any baby.

oh a bunch of times during the book people startle at him and him being so tall with red hair and grey eyes and say he resembles an aiel. oh, theyre also ta'veren, so extra special they draw people into doing stuff with their lives, they effect the pattern. moiraine also says the two rivers used to be manetheran, a fabled kingdom. that night shit happens and they run off. they run, fight, attack, fight, as they battle mat starts yelling out things in an old language he doesnt know, that moiraine says was a manetheran war cry and the old blood still sings.

theyre going to get outrun in battle and against moiraines judgement lan takes them to an old crumbling city shadar logoth which fell to the darkness and even trollocs and mydraal dont like entering it.

oh also tam gave rand the sword which is a heron marked blade and lans all like er only blademasters have these why did your father have one and rands all HES MAHHH FATHERRRRRR and lans all yeah but how and rands all he bought it from a merchant years before and lans all yeah that sounds totally legit.

they go into shadar logoth, the boys sneak off, meet mordeth whose all like lol here take the treasure and mats like cool but rands like holy shit he doesnt have a shadow and then mordeth goes all rahhhh and the three manage to escape and they return and ramble about what happened and moiraines like DID HE GIVE YOU ANYTHING and theyre all like no and mats like er totally didnt and moiraines like we have to move and they leave but then this shadow thing that can kill them separates them and theyre all separated and perrin and egwene fall into a river together, and nynaeve finds moiraine and lan and is all like I will cut you aes sedai for what you’ve done to all of us and moiraine is all lol, and rand and mat with thom end up on a ship, the spray, with bayle domon and theyre worried he’ll throw them overboard cuz of the trollocs that chased them but domon seems to think theyre after him.

moiraines like with the coins i can track them, but two of them have lost their coins (paying for passage on domons ship). perrin and egwene roam around a lot, finally meet up with a man elyas who can communicate with wolves. aes sedai once tried to gentle him because of it but it has nothing to do with the one power so it didnt do anything. theres hints he used to be a warder, but now he hangs out in the wilderness. he says perrin has the same thing, perrin freaks out. elyas is like ill take you to the next city cuz you guys are lost. they then meet up with the tuatha'an, the tinkers, who roam around and dont harm anyone even if theyre to be harmed. perrin cant reconcile that, hes all how can you defeat evil by that, but in turn they pity him as hes such a young, sad, violent man with his axe. his eyes start turning gold like elyas' and he starts to communicate with wolves like hopper and a bunch of them though he tries to deny it.

egwene dances with aram, one of the tinkers and perrins all wow what about rand and they eventually leave, though aram is restless for a tinker.

the leader asks elyas if hes found the song which is their formalities, elyas is all no we havent. the leader then tells him of a story he heard, of an aiel who crossed the waste and died, to tell them that leafblighter means to blind the eye of the world. then she died. they leave and then they then meet afoul of the whitecloaks who are fighting whatever and bornhold - danes father – and byar catches them. through the ordeal perrin kills two of the whitecloaks while hes being all half wolf in the battle and they take them in to be questioned.

nynaeve and moiraine/lan end up finding them, releasing them, the wolves assist, nynaeve gets left behind, lans all about to get her, moiraine reminds him of his oaths, nynaeve turns back up.

meanwhile rand/mat are at whitebridge and mats starting to get sick and suspicious. he had a dagger from shadar logoth. a mydraal finds them, thom hurtles his flute and harp at them, says to go, to leave. hes saving them because he once had a nephew who could channel and the red ajah gentled him, while thom was having an affair with the queen morgase of andor when he was a court bard and by the time he got to owen it was too late and hed not survived, which he always regretted and then because he left morgase the way he did she was pissed at him too. rand and mat run for it, rand sobbing that thom is dead.

they go from village to village to village, mat getting sicker and sicker, a young woman who ends up being a darkfriend tries to kill them, they escape. rand keeps thinking he sees padan fain the peddlar from home, whose actually a darkfriend.

moiraine tells nynaeve she has the power too, nynaeve has a mini breakdown. moiraine said it would have begun with a doing something she desperately needed then a few days later collapsing really ill and the illness disappearing quickly. nynaeve once said egwene had gotten sick as a child and shed healed her not knowing how, then gotten sick. moiraine says thats also how she found them to begin with, in the city, she could sense egwene.

rand and mat go to a poor inn, they try to rob them by locking them in the back. mats getting sick and even more paranoid. rand is terrified when he realises theyre going to sell them to a darkfriend and he prowls and prowls till the room theyre in explodes, the wall crumbling. rand doesnt know how but he thinks he did it himself. mat becomes blinded from it and starts sobbing.

they escape. on the run again. as mat is blind, rand takes care of him and mat in his illness is worried that rand will abandon him which rand would never do because mat is the LOVE OF HIS LIFE, rand ends up really sick, paralleling what moiraine said what happened to nynaeve.

they end up hitching a ride to caemlyn where they expect moiraine to find them, if shes still alive. the buggy driver talks about the queen. how elayne is the daughter heir and her brother is the first prince of the sword. its been tradition forever that the daughter heirs go to tar valon to train and the princes go be taught by warders. he mentioned tigraine who was the queen before morgaise, who disappeared mysteriously nearly twenty years ago, who left behind a son galad. morgaise married the husband and became queen and while she had elayne and gawyn, galad lives with them too, now the husband is dead. oh, also logain the false dragon is being presented to the queen as prisoner before the aes sedai take him to tar valon to gentle him.

they get to caemlyn, mats REALLY sick. rand leaves him at an inn, tries to go see the false dragon being brought in. he meets loial an ogier whose nice, whose like 90 but really young for an ogier to have left his stedding without permission. rand ends up thinking he sees paidan, but doesnt have a good feeling, tries to run off, falls into a castle garden. meets elayne the daughter heir who might actually be the most annoying character to exist, her brother gawyn. theyre like omg you look like an aiel. elayne then talks about gareth bryne the guard captain dude she ships hard with her mother. galad MY MOST PURE CHARACTER WHO I LOVE FUCK ELAYNE (not a spoiler, his name is of the most pure camelot round table knight) rocks up, is all, holy you broke into the palace. elayne whose a bitch is like how DARE YOU YOURE NOT MY BROTHERRRR and galads all we are siblings and my duty is to protect you and shes all you wont do anything with this rand ill invoke protection, then galad goes and tells the guards because theres literally a false dragon being brought in and tension is on the rise in caemlyn and hes taken to see morgase.

the red ajah elaida is freaked out by him, knows hes taveren, has a bit of a prophecy but it doesnt really mean much and morgaise is all look, we cant just arrest everyone, let him go.

he then races back to the inn, moiraine and everyones there, they all hug, then hes all like oh yeah mats sick btw. moiraine goes up and mats not just sick hes now tainted. she does the best she can but is all like he needs to get to tar valon to have the bond between him and the dagger properly severed. then moiraine meets loial who randomly talks about an event concerning the eye of the world. perrins all oh yeah thats like the dead aiel girl the tinkers spoke about. that changes the plans once moiraine realises the dark ones trying to get to the eye and shes like we cant get to tar valon yet we gotta leave now. they use the ways which loail knows how to use cuz ogier and male aes sedai made them together centuries before but now the ways are tainted.

theyre like the worlds between the worlds, can get to places quicker but it has the black wind thatll kill you. blah blah blah they use the ways, nearly die, but get to fal dara/shienar, which is sort of where lan is from. nynaeve confesses her love, lans all no i cannot, i cannot offer anything. it ends up that his parents had the throne but his ... there was scheming. His uncles wife wrecked everything, she escaped with her baby into the blight, lans cousin, nobodys seen or heard of them, moiraine suspects isam might be alive but GASP keeps it from lan. the seven towers crumbled, lan has a death wish, he believes hes the only one left so must die.

lord agelmar wishes lan would rise up the banner of the golden crane because everything about the blight is crumbling, lans like no, i have a new oath now with moiraine. lord ingtar is a fight me soldier who fanboys after lan. theres a battle going on in tarwins gap they desperately need help for, but lan says he cant. lord agelmar orders ingtar to accompany them to the blight and leave them cuz moiraines like we cant have anyone else come with us.

Paidan fain by this point has rocked up to shienar and tried to wheedle his way into the good graces of lord agelmar but hes all wtf you look like a creeper and throws him in a cell. Moiraines like I need to question him at some point.

moiraine then takes them into the blight to find the green man who can take them to the eye of the world. the green man rocks up, hes made of vines and flowers, takes them to the eye. two forsaken rock up. moiraine tries to fight, is knocked out, nynaeve and lan get knocked out, the boys run. the green man is destroyed by the forsaken. rand ends up destroying the forsaken, goes into the eye, channels the male source in there, realises he can channel, has a fight with the dark one - whose still bound under the seals, but rand believes he ended the dark one and its done. comes out, the others are recovering. brings out an old banner from the eye thats the dragons banner, broken seals from the dark ones prison, and the horn of valere. moiraine is all, we need to take these to tar valon. rands all, you do that, but im done with aes sedai, im not going to tar valon. im done. the dark ones dead and im going to do my own thing. he turns to egwene who backs away from him when he said he channeled, then she bursts into tears and hugs him and says shes sorry.

they return to shienar, fal dara, where there was a miracle in tarwins gap where they believed they saw the creator and that the light took on flesh - they saw an apparition of a man they didnt know as rand fighting the battle he fought. ingtars flipping his shit because he missed the battle while accompanying them, and then not even being able to accompany them the entire way. After all of his talking about going after a week rand is still there, finishing his sword practice with Lan in Agelmar's private garden and meets up with Egwene. He tells her that he will go away. Egwene asks him to come to Tar Valon with her and Nynaeve, itll totes be fun, I mean theres the red ajah and shit wholl attack him if they know but hey itll be fun, but Rand refuses. He says he'll never channel again. When she asks him if he'll be going home, he tells her that he'll never go home.

Moiraine is underneath Agelmar's private garden. She uses her blue teardrop thing she wears on her forehead to focus her eavesdropping on Rand and Egwene. Using it to eavesdrop was the first use of the One Power she had learned as a young girl in the royal palaces of Cairhieren.

Smiling, she says, "The Prophecies will be fulfilled. The Dragon is Reborn."

the end.

#wheel of time #eye of the world #spoilers #i love her #she has a lot of feels with this series if that isn't obvious #I remembered everything with Lan and Nynaeve though because they're my favorites #rand #mat #perrin #moiraine #lan #nynaeve #thom #aes sedai #my gf is both a writer and history major and this is how she talks when it's just me

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Tell me why I get This Feeling, That you Really Wanna Make me Yours

hmm once again on my bullshit (title!). This is all self indulgent lmao, just fluff and setting the stage

Maeve x Lucas. Playing fairies and catching magic. 4k (lol WHOOPS)

TW: none!

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She sighed, leaning against the counter. “This isn’t working,” she sighed. “You guys feel it too?”

She was teaching a small group today. Will, Andrew, Amanda, Lilith and little Emmie. None of which were paying attention to their spelling lessons.

Granted, neither was she.

“What say we stop the lessons here and go out to do something?” She stretched her arms above her head, adjusting her handkerchief. A lone butterfly fluttered in her stomach as she brushed the embroidered flowers.

“Do what?” Amanda asked, getting to her feet. Amanda liked to pretend to be hesitant but she was the one abandoning her studies the fastest.

Even so, Amanda was a bright young lady and Maeve was honoured to teach her.

“Yeah! What are we gonna do?” Lilith chimed in, shoving the papers away from her.

“Hmmm what if we go on a picnic? We can spend the afternoon in the fields.”

Emmie held her hands up, giggling. “Can we have a tea party?” she asked, her voice a high pitched squeak filled with laughter.

Maeve grinned, pushing herself off the counter. “Why of course milady! All the tea parties you want,” she said with a curtsy. It made the little girl clap her hands together.

Emmie was only five but her imagination was vivid and her excitement infectious.

“Can we play princess?”

“Well, aren’t you already a princess?” Maeve asked with a wink making the little girl giggle.

Lilith smiled. “We could put flowers in our hair,” she said to Emmie.

“Flowers?” The five year old’s eyes lit up. “Like what Ms. Maeve has! Will we get flowers like Ms. Maeve’s?”

Flowers like...oh.

Maeve chuckled, squatting down to ruffle the girl’s hair. “We’ll find even prettier flowers for you.”

Lilith smirked from where she stood with Amanda, picking at dirt under her nails. “Yeah but Maeve yours are better since they’re gifts from a certain someone~”

Maeve felt the tips of her ears go red. “Lucas is only a friend.”

Lilith’s smirk grew more catlike as she looked from her nails back to Maeve. “Mmhmm. But I never said his name.”

…shit she wasn’t wrong. Was she that easy to read?

“Lil Lil, don’t be mean,” Amanda said, bumping her shoulders against Lilith’s. “We all know it’s true, but you shouldn’t say it.”

Lilith’s cheeks were pink as she sulked. “Yeah yeah whatever. She makes it too easy.”

Maeve paused. Did she...make it too easy? They were only friends. Nothing else, but every time his name was mentioned she was…

Up like a dog.

Her cheeks burned. Okay so maybe the dog comparison wasn’t as off as she would’ve wanted it to be.

“Well, why don’t we invite him to come with us anyways? Lucas usually brings us something to eat as well when we go on lunch break.”

See? Maeve wasn’t so special. She needed to stop getting in a twist about the little gifts he brought her.

Especially the flowers.

“I don’t know...he has work you know. Not all of us can drop everything to go play.”

“Well I’m sure he’d like to go if you’re there,” Lilith muttered. Amanda elbowed her in the side, making her let out a small yelp.

“I can go see if he can,” Amanda offered. “Lil Lil and I could go.”

“But-”

“Lucas is coming?” Will asked, his eyes lighting up. “I wanna go with! I wanna go with!” He looked at Lilith, tugging on the skirt of her dress. “Can I go with you guys? Pleeeeease?”

Lilith and Amanda shared a look before nodding.

Maeve rubbed her temples, smiling. Oh this was going to be a mess. “Okay. You three go see if he wants to come along. I’ll take Emmie and Andrew to find a spot and get something sweet along the way. Don’t get your hopes up, he might not come.”

Lilith snorted, but it was Amanda who spoke. “Oh I’m sure he’ll come.”

Maeve pursed her lips, smiling a little. “Tell him...if he does...from me.” They nodded. She leaned in closer, mischief shining in her eyes. “Race ya.”

They ran into the field, tripping and falling. They rolled through the tall grass, laughing.

She made it there first, she noted with a hint of pride. She had made a stop to get something sweet to bring along, so she bought chocolate covered strawberries and little flakey pastries.

She kept walking, and stopped at the flatter part of the field, fluffing the blanket out. There was a small patch of trees and brush a little ways to their left, a patch of wildflowers in front of them.

Emmie rolled into the blanket, laughing loudly as she stared up at the sky.

Maeve put down the basket, sitting beside the giggling girl as she soaked up the sun.

“Ms. Maeve! Can I do your hair?” Emmie asked. Andrew was eating one of the pastries she brought, picking at the wheat.

Maeve blinked her eyes open. “Well I mean, of course.”

Emmie grinned, getting up and behind her. She knew her hair was going to be a mess. But it would be a cute mess.

A few moments later she could hear the chatter of Lilith and Amanda. Will’s laughter was loud above it all.

She looked over her shoulder to see Lilith running at her, telling Emmie about something or other.

And there was Lucas. He had Will up on his shoulders and a small basket with him.

She smiled. When he was close enough, she hummed a victory tune. “I win.”

He pretended to pout, but he was smiling. “I did make lunch.”

“I stopped to get something else to eat as well,” she hummed, her hair being tugged into a braid. “And yet I still won.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Lucas said, setting Will down.

“Emmie! Go get some flowers! We can pin them in the braids!” Lilith called, now taking over the mess that was Maeve’s hair.

“Flowers! Right!”

“I thought I was only getting my hair braided!”

Lilith peeked over her shoulder, smiling. “Yeah. But now we’re putting flowers in it!”

Maeve laughed, looking over at Lucas. He chuckled. “Flowers huh?”

She looked at his hair, it was a mess of soft looking curls. If she was getting all done up, so was he.

“Why don’t I do your hair?” she asked. “I brought some aloe just in case, and I can use it…” she reached out to touch a stray curl by his cheek. She brought her hand back quickly, like she’d been burned. “I-If you want to of course!”

“Sure!” he blurted out. “You can. I don’t mind. Just as long as the aloe comes out.”

“It will! I assure you.” She moved to get the basket, ignoring Lilith’s protests. She grabbed one of the aloe leaves, sitting back. She cracked the leaf open, ignoring the gel for a moment.

She looked up at Lucas, lips twisting as she thought for a moment. She ran her hands through his hair, untangling some of the knots she found and letting it rest in a more slicked back style. One curl was stubborn and kept falling into his eyes.

She leaned up onto her knees, Lilith moving with her to keep fixing the braids in her hair as Emmie brought back an armful of flowers.

Lucas watched her work, scooping a little bit of aloe onto her fingers and working it into his curls. It slowly started to slick back, that one stubborn curl still not working with her. She sulked, twisting it around one of her fingers and trying to pull it back.

No luck.

She combed her fingers back through his hair, watching it slick back into place. She gave up on the one curl falling between his eyes.

Lilith poked her with a flower stem. She let out a low hiss, sitting back down onto her legs. “There,” Maeve said with a smile. “All done.”

He blinked out of his shock, touching his hair with a hand. “That easy?”

“Well I’m sure you’ll mess up all my hard work later, but yes.”

He snorted, bumping their shoulders together. “So little faith in me.”

“You tend to roughhouse with Will. And get people bitten by eels.”

“Low blow, Thumbelina. Very low blow.”

She giggled, turning away from him as they settled into a comfortable silence.

Will and Andrew were sword fighting with sticks, tackling one another off to the side. Amanda was looking through the food Lucas had brought.

“All done!” Lilith said, pride seeping into her voice. Maeve touched the back of her head, her hair gathered into one long braid snaking down her back. Now with flowers tucked into it.

Lilith moved in front of her, tugging a few strands of Maeve’s bangs out of the braid to hand around her cheeks. “Perfect!”

Emmie clapped, tugging on Lilith’s hand pleading her to do her hair next. Maeve watched them, amused, as they moved towards Amanda.

Maeve watched Amanda kneel before Lilith, both of them laughing. Amanda’s cheeks were pink as she kissed Lilith’s knuckles.

Oh oh ho.

“Looks like we have a case of first love on our hands,” Maeve whispered to Lucas.

“What?”

She pointed at the two teenagers, who were laughing and blushing. Definitely first love.

He watched them. “I...what?”

...he could not be serious.

“Can’t you see it? The way they look at one another. How red their faces are. The sweetness in their expressions!” Maeve said with a smile. She knew Lilith liked Amanda due to an off hand remark followed by threats to keep it a secret.

“Oh, I see it now,” he whispered as Lilith helped Amanda to her feet. They started chasing Emmie around, both of them laughing and looking at one another when the other wasn’t.

“I remember my first love,” Maeve said with a soft smile. “He was my first kiss as well, it’s a riveting experience. Do you remember yours?”

“I uh...no.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a first love before. Well, at least not in a person.”

“Never...had one?”

“Didn’t have the time to.”

“Not all first loves are romantic, you know. But the ones most people have are.”

“I don’t think I’ve been in love romantically before then.”

“Never?!”

“I was...I couldn’t be.” He looked over at her. His shirt looked like a tunic, with laces down the front. She fought the urge to pull on the drawstrings. “What’s it like?”

“Love?”

“Yeah.”

She looked up at the sky, pursing her lips. “Well it’s different for everyone. To me it’s about the passion you feel when you think of them. The swell in your heart when you see them. The comfort you feel in their presence. How they make you want to be better, do better. The way they can make you smile with just a look. The inside jokes, the little gifts. Being able to wake up in their arms every single day and never tire of it.”

“That’s...beautiful.”

“Of course love is a fucking bitch.” He blinked in surprise at the low snarl in her voice. Ah experience.

“It’s a double edged sword. One loving and sweet, the other dark and biting. Love can easily be sweet and kind, but just as cruel. Broken hearts are no joke,” she said with a smile. “But that’s life I guess.”

He shuddered. “That side of love seems awful.”

“Two sides to the same coin I suppose.”

“It shouldn’t be cruel though.”

“What...do you mean?”

“Well from what I gather broken hearts are normal, but love shouldn’t turn cruel and sharp, you know?”

“I’ve...never thought of it that way.”

He prodded her side. “What kind of love have you been feeling then?”

She paused. She hadn’t thought about it much since she left… “The cruel one I suppose.”

His eyes softened. “Well I hope you feel the sweet kind again.”

“I hope so too.”

They smiled at one another, being interrupted by Will jumping into their laps, trying to escape Lilith’s threats to tickle him.

Lucas grinned wickedly. “You just jumped into a pit of vipers little man,” he said, prodding at Will’s sides. Will let out a squeal, trying to get away.

“Lucas!” Will screamed, Lucas prodding his sides as he squirmed.

Maeve laughed. “Magic word and I help you,” she whispered to Will.

His eyes were pleading. “P-P-P-Please,” he begged.

She smiled, turning to Lucas who was none the wiser. Her smile grew wicked.

She poked him in the side once and he let out a wheeze, shifting away from her. Then she poked him again.

He turned to look at her with a huff. She motioned Will away before turning back to Lucas who was slowly catching on to her plan.

“Don’t-”

She tackled him, laughing. He let out a small ‘oof’, falling flat on his back as she straddled his hips and prodded at his sides.

He squirmed underneath her, arms flailing as he tried to get her off. But she was relentless.

“M-M-Maeve!” he wheezed, reaching out to get her off of him. And to possibly turn the tides. “Thumbelina!”

Oh no that wouldn’t do.

She leaned forward, taking his hands in hers and pinning them to the ground above his head as she leaned over him victorious.

“Pinned ya!” she said with a large grin. Soft laughter snuck into her tone.

Lucas rolled his eyes, wiggling his arms. “Alright alright, you win. Lemme up.” She giggled, letting go of his hands. He sat up, making her slide down into his lap.

Then he grinned, tackling her into the wheat. She let out a shriek as one of his hands darted along her sides and the other held down her wrists.

She squirmed, kicking at open air.

Fighting a huff, she kneed him softly in the thigh. Surprise flicked over his features and she took the opportunity to shove him off of her, the two of them rolling down the small slope and into the grass and patch of wildflowers.

Emmie let out a whine of protest as they rolled over some flowers. They were laughing the entire time and when they stopped she had him pinned again.

She smirked, tossing her now messy braid over her shoulder. Flowers dangled out of the strands, falling onto his chest.

“Pinned ya again.”

She sat up, letting go of her hold on his shoulders. He just stared at her as she moved off of him and ran up the slope again.

Her heart was fluttering too much.

“Well you two looked like you were having fun,” Lilith said, a tease clear in her voice.

Maeve glowered at her. “Mmmhm. And you and Amanda?”

Lilith’s face went red. “Well! She...we- um…”

“I thought so,” she teased.

Lilith pouted. “Not like you can say anything.”

“Like I’ve said, we’re only friends.” Her tone was firm but even she almost didn’t believe what she was saying.

Lilith only rolled her eyes, the other running back to join them. Emmie was waving flower crowns in the air, Amanda following close behind.

Will glared at Lucas, who was now climbing back up the slope.

The boy looked back at Maeve. “What are you supposed to be? I’m a knight!”

“A knight! How chivalrous,” she said with a sweet smile. “I’m just a handmaiden.”

“No!” Emmie pouted, stomping her foot. “Princess!”

“Well a Princess then I guess.”

“Wait…” Amanda said, holding up a flower crown she and Emmie had made. “You’re too old to be a Princess.”

Well...ouch.

Lilith caught on. “A queen!”

Maeve paused. Okay that stung less. “But-”

Lilith and Amanda ran over, dropping the flower crown onto her head, singing a song and laughing. “A queen! A queen!” Emmie cheered.

“And what am I the queen of?” Maeve asked, adjusting her new crown. Fine she could roll with this.

“Fairies,” Lucas said, an affectionate smile growing across his face. “Queen Thumbelina Maeve of the fairies.”

“Ugh you suck,” she said, shoving him to the side as he laughed.

“And what am I?” Lucas asked with a grin. “A knight or a prince?”

“The evil villain!” Will said, sticking his tongue out. “You tickled me!”

Lucas stopped. “The villain?”

Oh no.

He was slow to look at her. A wicked grin crept across his face, replacing the excited one.

Oh. Gods. No.

He scooped her up, protests rising to her lips in a high pitched scream as she was tossed over his shoulder. “If you want me to play the villain I will! Muahaha! I have kidnapped your beloved Fairy Queen!” Lucas said, his voice filled with such...cheesy fake acting.

The kind you could only find in make believe.

She kicked her legs, he held a hand to her thigh. “Let me go you ruffian!” she yelled, tipping down farther against his back. She was laughing too hard. “Oh my fair knights!” She pretended to swoon as Lucas spun them around avoiding Will’s stick.

He started jogging off with her over his shoulder. She gripped the fabric of his shirt, laughing so hard her hands shook. He adjusted her so she wasn’t falling off of his shoulder.

He was holding her like a sack of flour.

The ruffian.

Amanda and Lilith were bent next to one another, their laughter sweet. Will chased after Lucas with a yell, Andrew following close behind.

“I’m going to take all the Fairy Queen’s magic and use it for my own evil plan!” Lucas called after them.

“Oh help me my knights, we mustn’t let our magic be stolen!” she said, trying to fight her smile.

Lucas stopped by the brush, setting her down on the ground and grabbing a stick. “I challenge you to a duel!” he said, holding the stick up to Will.

“I accept!” Will boasted, smacking Lucas’ stick. Andrew started hitting Lucas on the back of the legs.

“Ow hey that’s not fair,” Lucas whined, making her laugh.

“You kidnapped me, all's fair in rescuing your queen!” She clapped her hands, her skirt fluffing out around her seated form. “Get him!” she cheered.

“You’re mean,” Lucas said, his smile lighting up his eyes.

“Mmm you like it,” she replied with a wink.

Will smacked his stick out of his hand, jabbing at Lucas’ chest. “Ooh!” Lucas moaned in fake pain, grabbing the stick and sticking it under his arm. “You got me! I’m dying.” He swooned, falling to the ground.

Will poked him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Lucas cracked an eye open. “This is the part where you take your Queen into the woods for safety.”

“Oh!” Will looked at Maeve, she got to her feet. He grabbed her hand, tugging her into the brush. She picked up her skirts, giggling.

“Oh Sir Will, you are so brave,” she said, ducking into the bushes.

Will curled up, looking around. “So what now?” he asked.

“Well, this is the part where your fair lady thanks you,” she said with a smile.

He blinked. “You’re welcome?”

She snorted. “How would you like a kiss?”

“A kiss from the fairy queen?”

“Why yes! A magic kiss. It’ll grant you protection and safety from any threat!”

His face twisted as he thought about it. “A magic kiss?” She nodded. He smiled at her, tilting his face closer to hers.

Laughing, she pulled him closer to her, hugging him and planting a scrunched up kiss on his cheek. “You were very brave.”

He squealed out a giggle, wiggling out of her arms. They could hear Amanda and Lilith’s laughter, and Lucas yelp as little Andrew hit him with a stick again.

They walked out of the brush, Andrew dropping the stick to follow Will back to the blanket.

Maeve laughed, squatting down the “dead” Lucas. “You okay there?”

“Sticks are no joke,” he groaned, sitting up. “Andrew got me pretty good.”

She giggled, pressing the back of her hand to her lips. “Now you’ll have more bruises for me to treat.”

“Great.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” she giggled, helping him to his feet. They walked back to the kids who were eating the sandwiches he brought. His shirt now had grass and dirt stains.

“We can split the lunch you brought me,” she said, swaying her hips a little.

“What? You don’t have to do that.”

She bumped their hips together, grinning up at him. She felt light around him. Like a cloud. “Well I want to!”

He smiled, brushing a leaf from her hair. “...okay.”

Humming, she ran ahead, spinning around and laughing. “Catch me if you can, vile villain!” She stuck her tongue out at him as she ran backwards.

He grinned, chasing after her. She let out a squeal, turning and bolting.

Of course he caught up to her, wrapping her up in a hug and spinning her around. She let out a squeal, throwing her head back as she laughed and they spun.

He set her down after a moment, letting her right herself.

They just stared at one another for a moment, heat flooding her cheeks as her heart fluttered violently.

Oh.

Oh no.

The two of them looked away from one another as they blushed. Oh no indeed. When she turned to look at him she was hit with a wave of...a desire to kiss him.

Going straight as a rod her cheeks warmed. She was sure she was glowing now too. “I’mgoingtogetsomethingtoeat,” she blurted out, rushing over to the blanket, trying to ignore her red face.

She did not want to kiss her friend. No sir.

She was not wanting to kiss Lucas at all. She had already been through this! It never ended well. Friendship was better anyways. He wouldn’t want her that way anyways.

He stayed behind for a moment, only watching her go.

She turned around, trying to stamp down the butterflies in her stomach. Just friends.

“Come on!” she said, holding out her hand.

He blinked, before smiling and jogging over to her to take her hand. He squeezed her hand once, making her heart skip a beat. Just friends.

His smile was affectionate and his voice was soft. “Okay.”

Just...friends.

They started walking back when the sun started to set. She swung her arms, baskets in hand.

“That was fun, thank you for letting me tag along,” Lucas said.

“Of course! I’m glad we got out today, it really was fun,” she replied, spinning around to look at him, walking backwards now as she swayed. “Thank you for coming.”

“I’m...glad I did.”

“Me too.”

They smiled at one another.

“I can take the kids back,” he said.

She nodded. “You know where they hang out better than I do. I should...clean up. We kinda left a mess behind.”

He chuckled, dropping her off at the stoop of her clinic. There was an awkward silence for a heart beat.

Then another.

He broke it with a dorky smile. “Well...see you later then,” he started, sweeping into a bow with an invisible hat. She pressed her fingers to her mouth as she laughed. “Queen Thumbelina.” He took her hand, gently kissing her knuckles before letting her hand drop.

He moved to leave. “Wait!” she said, pulling the flower crown off of her head. He stopped, turning around from the lower step. She stretched onto her tiptoes, placing the crown (very crookedly) on his head with a light kiss brushed against his cheek. “Thank you. The kids really like having you around,” she whispered.

She turned to go inside, trying to ignore the heat in her face.

He stood there, watching her go inside. She waved, closing the door softly.

Through the window she watched him touch the crown and tap his cheek once. His smile never faded, but it looked uncertain.

She watched him walk down the street, the kids running around him as they were bathed in the sunset.

Her heart raced in her chest.

She sank to the floor, heart racing and cheeks warming. Lilith was right. Maeve was easy to read.

She liked him.

She liked him...a lot, didn’t she?

She buried her face in her hands. She knew the answer, she didn’t like the answer. It was still her answer nonetheless.

Yes.

She did.

And she didn’t know what she was going to do.

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dialoguelostloop · 4 years

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my hand slipped for about 10 days straight or so! have some hollow knight gijinkas! (and there are at least 3 more i want to do, too! i just didnt want to run out of photoset space lol)

UPDATE: i drew a lot more than just 3 lol. gijinkas part 2 (hollow, grimm, the white lady, radi, lace, seer, marmu, unn, bretta, cloth, & myla) can be found here.

i’ll put notes about these under a readmore for curious parties.

please read my faq page! (tl;dr version: dont use my art for icons/graphics/whatever without getting my permission beforehand, please use they/them pronouns for ghost and the other vessels in any tags/commentary, dont tag as kin/me/whatever pls)

GHOST - all vessels are albino and have glossy black pools of void for eyes. i think proximity to the void/the pale beings influences how much the vessels grow so ghost, who ollied out early and never came back to hallownest, has been 4′7″ forever even into adulthood (theyre supposed to be in their early 20s here). yes they are Incredibly salty about this. all vessels probably started out with similar Undertale-Brand Androgynous Chin Length Haircuts(tm) with small differences; ghost's identifiers are no bangs (with that hair tucked behind their ears) & big chunky eyebrows.

HORNET - is where i started making gijinkas because i wanted to see more brown hornet lol. i see a lot of parallels between hollow knight lore & australian history in general, and the deepling-weaver lore reminded me of the makassan muslim traders who were on friendly terms with many indigenous australian groups pre-colonization. so... i got really excited about hijabi hornet and decided to Make My Own Content lol

MONOMON - i love valdotpng’s locs monomon So Much i decided to make my monomon gijinka a different ethnicity just to make sure i wouldnt copy that design lmfao. i went with korean monomon because women’s hanbok have such big poofy skirts and lots of dangly stuff (goreum etc) that could echo her jellyfish features. shes trans by the way

HERRAH - incorporated a bunch of den sculpture motifs in her crown and cloak with spiderweb patterns on the cloak hem and the front of her tunic. her and hornet’s 6-braid hairstyles when veiled are the same because i like to make myself sad, which is why baby hornet is also there on her ref

LURIEN - the four-leaf-clover-shaped bun in his put-together pics is courtesy of monomon & herrah who decided to do something with his hair since he wouldn’t. scruffy lurien on his solo ref has been writing reports for 3 days straight w/o painting breaks, has been sleeping in his binder the whole time, & is about to get screamed at for it by monomon lol. he doesn’t wear gold jewelry as a show of loyalty to tpk

QUIRREL - everyone does little samurai quirrel but he talks like one in the jpn localization so everyone is valid actually. he’s very baby-faced for his age (27~30?) but still a whole foot taller than ghost. obv his trans tape is from monomon as u can tell from the notes but she gave him his earrings, netsuke, and inrou too. the ahoge in his ponytail are supposed to be like lil antennae

#hollow knight #hk gijinka #hollow knight spoilers #ghost hollow knight #hornet hollow knight #herrah the beast #monomon the teacher #lurien the watcher #quirrel hollow knight

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leapyearkisses · 3 years

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Director’s Cut Commentary - Orbs Are Bad News Part 2

Second part of me blathering my thoughts all over this old story per the request of a very nice anon! I am still sleep-deprived, so yay~ Sorry, this commentary is probably way less interesting, since this part is just the sexy stuff, but if you have any particular questions, please send me another ask!

Happy to do any of my stories or just answer asks, whatever. I clearly enjoy reading myself talk XD

Comments in bold below the cut! This part is NSFW. Well, it’s all kinky but there’s also sex.

I forgot to mention this in Part 1, but the title of this story is because the homebrew campaign I ran for my friends involved magical evil crystal orbs. Hence they are bad news.

"Are you ever going to stop sneezing?" Remembrance asked. At the same time, Cordes said, "One thousand blessings, Llewellyn, one for each." The two of them were several yards ahead on the road, and only Cordes was looking back over his shoulder. Right now, the four party members were the only travelers on this particular stretch, although as they got closer to civilization, they'd started to pass the odd wanderer, farmers with wagons, even a merchant or two. The woods here were broken up periodically by stretches of arable land, clear-cut several decades ago and now waving with wheat, flax, or various vegetable leaves. The fields were golden in the late sun. Their shadows stretched behind them like taffy, rippling on the cobblestones. The day was vanishing quickly, and Gerrit could sense his companions' impatience to move on even as he stopped again himself, drawing out his handkerchief in a now very familiar motion.

Stick your people in a world. That’s my advice. Don’t have them just floating around in a no man’s land of generic scenery. (Also why I like period/historical snzarios and fantasy stuff, because reading about plain people in an apartment somewhere is boring to me.)

Llewellyn, for his part, could not answer them, face buried in his elbow as he ducked with another reluctant outburst. "Hahktschiu! Hahh- happtsch!"

"Bless," said Gerrit, and he stepped in front of the elf to shield him marginally from view. He laid one warm hand on the back of Llewellyn's neck and lifted the handkerchief with the other, capturing the next sneeze in the flannel folds. He settled his fingers firmly around Llewellyn's nose.

This was an arrangement that had been born out of necessity three days ago when the party had raided a bandit camp's plundered stores. Along with a good stash of gold and gems, they'd found a blue crystal orb, cursed perhaps, that had summarily become attached to both of Llewellyn's hands, rendering the sorcerer unable to do most anything... including take care of his cold on his own.

On the last episode of Orbs Are Bad News...

Llewellyn blew his nose into the handkerchief, wetting the cloth and dampening Gerrit's fingers through it. Originally quite opposed to such a display outside of the most private circumstances, the elf had been forced to put his pride aside and let Gerrit help him. His fever had abated the previous day, but the frequency of his sneezing had increased, as if his body was insistent now on ridding itself of whatever illness remained. It was a horrific prospect to Llewellyn to catch the resulting mess every time in the sleeve of his robes... so he suffered Gerrit to hold the handkerchief, even though they were walking along the road where any might see them.

Despite some initial teasing, Remembrance and Cordes had quickly grown accustomed to the practice and now cared not at all, except to complain. "We're going to have to camp again," grumbled Remembrance. "Five miles from Veigh and we're going to be stuck without a bath!"

Is five miles a realistic figure here? No fucking clue! I frequently engage in excessive and specific research for my stories, but I didn’t look up how long one might hike for in D&D. Oh well.

"Is there anything I could do for you?" Cordes asked, somewhat exasperated. The priest had made several herbal concoctions for Llewellyn over the past few days, but none had helped the elf's nose much. Cordes's specialty was unfortunately not the curing of disease but the mending of bones and flesh.

I will take any opportunity to make up an excuse as to why the snz cannot be contained. You’re welcome lol

"Ndo," Llewellyn growled, as fed up as the rest of them. "I'm beyond heh- help. Hngtschiu!"

"Bless you, arimelda," said Gerrit, trying to keep his voice even. He shifted the handkerchief so that Llewellyn could have a drier spot, trying to ignore a glimpse of slickness on the elf's face. "Remembrance, Cordes, why don't the two of you go on ahead? Find an inn, get a room, take a bath, whatever you want. It might be prudent also to send a message ahead to the Mages Guild about the orb. Will you do that? Llewellyn and I will join you when we arrive."

An elvish word appears! I researched this but not walking.

Cordes nodded. "Yes, I'll draft a letter as soon as- Hey!" Remembrance had grabbed his arm and was rushing ahead already.

"Let's go, man!" she said. "Everyone loves a damn priest; you're my ticket to a good room, so may your god help you if you dawdle." Her pointed tail swished as she practically jogged down the road. Cordes spluttered but could no more stand up to her as to a tornado, so off they went. It was a remarkably short time before the two of them were out of earshot, disappearing around a bend.

And again, removed so that the main characters can bang, lol.

Gerrit sighed but turned his attention back to Llewellyn, who was blowing his nose again. The handkerchief was running out of clean corners this late in the day, but the elf leaned back this time when he was finished. "All set?" Gerrit asked.

"Yes." Llewellyn rubbed his eyes on his upper arm, wiping away a spare tear from the effort. "...My apologies." He cleared his throat, refusing to meet Gerrit's gaze. "We may arrive after dark."

"You're ill," said Gerrit, trying to fold the flannel in a way as to avoid his pocket getting wet. "We'd move faster if you let me carry y-"

"No."

"Then I don't mind taking a more leisurely pace." Gerrit smiled. Even after everything, Llewellyn was stubborn. Honestly, since they weren't really in a rush, he didn't really care when they reached Veigh; they'd only detoured here to try and remove the orb. If Llewellyn, the most inconvenienced, didn't want to give up his pride and piggyback on... well, Gerrit found his noble hauteur inexplicably cute.

Me too, buddy. Don’t worry, you can carry your elf later.

He also wasn't in a particular hurry because it was awfully uncomfortable to make any sort of time with his arousal pressed flush to his thigh.

A reminder that sex is usually going to be involved in my stories. The snz is not enough by itself.

Llewellyn coughed into his elbow and then started walking again. Gerrit had pulled back his hood for him in the morning and braided his hair, and the crown of plaits caught the afternoon sunlight like an obsidian. Gerrit tried not to let his eyes linger on the sorcerer's pale nape. Or any other part of him. He and Llewellyn had been travelling together for close to three years, working for their current patron in the capital, and in that time Gerrit had felt himself growing closer to the elf. Wanting to be closer, anyway.

Llewellyn shot a glance at him and caught him looking. Gerrit flushed and turned his gaze back ahead to the road.

"You've been very accommodating during all of this," the elf said, tone carefully neutral.

Gerrit shrugged. "It doesn't bear mentioning. We're comrades."

"Comrades," Llewellyn repeated, an edge to his voice that Gerrit couldn't quite place. "Is that all it is?" He kicked a stick that had fallen to the cobblestones, sending it into the brush. Somewhere to the right, bumblebees droned over a meadow.

Llewellyn is kind of a asshole and not super great at communicating with any level of affection, although he does get better.

Gerrit swallowed. "Yes? You and I, we've helped each other before. I consider you to be a steadfast companion." Eyes on the road. Eyes on the dappled play of shadowed leaves and light on the ground. "Why do you ask?"

"So shy," Llewellyn exclaimed, a tad mockingly. "You've never been shy about taking me to bed, Gerrit." Despite his short height, the elf seemed to find it easy to look down his nose at the much taller fighter. "Has something changed?"

Height difference is also personally sacred to me.

"Changed?" Eyes on the road.

Llewellyn stopped walking. "You called me 'arimelda.' 'Dearest.' Did you think I wouldn't hear you over my sneezing?" He couldn't cross his arms with his hands trapped by the orb, but the set of his jaw was determined and his firm brows were arched. "I wasn't so distracted then as you seem to have thought."

Gerrit shoved his hands in his pockets. He stopped walking but didn't turn. "Apparently not," he muttered. "Look, we can set it aside. Doesn't have to mean anything – doesn't have to change anything. I know a highborn elf like you wouldn't consider an official relationship with a half-elven bastard, and I've known that from the start. For my whole life. So... I care about you. But it can just be as comrades, or whatever you want it to be." Llewellyn was quiet, and after a long minute, Gerrit did turn on his heel, desperate to know what kind of reaction he'd provoked.

The angst of the half-elven existence! Gerrit is a very typical half-elf in terms of D&D characterization, lol. Despite that, I do find these different-lifestyle pairings interesting, so they keep happening, cliche or not. There is a definite pathos in the elf/human relationship because of the different lifespans, of course - most famously depicted through Arwen and Aragorn, probably, although he’s not the exactly typical human. Anyway, it kind of varies how people like to determine elven and half-elven lifespans in D&D depending on the PHB and your DM’s weary forbearance lol, but Gerrit and Llewellyn will expect to live similar lengths because I’m a sap.

He saw Llewellyn standing with his eyes closed and head titled back, lips parted. The elf's nostrils flared as he gasped.

"Are you going to sneeze again??" Gerrit asked. He threw up his hands, then went for his handkerchief once more. They did have an arrangement.

He strode back over to Llewellyn's side and tucked the cloth around his nose again, thumb and forefinger just resting on the elf's nostrils. He started to rub Llewellyn's back. "You have the worst timing, you know? Here I am, spilling my heart to you and everything."

I laughed writing this part, too. You can’t always let things just be angst.

"Sh-hhuh-t up, I jh- just nih-" Llewellyn gasped again and gave in; he had no other choice. "Hahktscht!" He moaned and pressed closer into the handkerchief, thick congestion only aggravating the itch that remained inside. "Hkktschtt! Hngtscht! Hahh- ah-- ankcxttschiu!"

That sure is a bunch of letters crammed together!

"Easy... it's okay." Gerrit massaged Llewellyn’s nose, tried to soothe the irritation. He guided Llewellyn to the side of the road, and, in a moment of calm, settled him to sit on the grassy bank. He followed, kneeling at the elf's side. Llewellyn was tearing up again and his nose was twitching against the pads of Gerrit's fingers. Gerrit felt electric all over. He found himself wishing the handkerchief was gone so that he might touch the soft, heated skin of Llewellyn's septum, coax the elf to relax and loose his tension, sneeze into Gerrit's palm. The mess didn't bother him; none of it bothered him. He was supremely unbothered. His cock was almost painfully hard.

It took several more minutes punctuated with more urgent expulsions before Llewellyn seemed to trust himself to speak. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, eyelids tender and reddened. His nose was brightly ruddy, running to chapped. He had to take a shaky breath, collecting his thoughts. "Gerrit."

I’m a very visual writer. This kink is extremely visually-based for me. I wish I could draw as well as I want to so I could depict these scenes how I imagine them, but eh.

"Yes?" Gerrit lowered the handkerchief, gently pinching as he did to clear any lingering moisture. He wasn't ready to hear a rejection, nor did he feel particularly ready for a lecture or a tirade or even a logical exploration of why a relationship was a bad idea. He wanted, if possible, to keep walking to Veigh, side by side, listening to the bees and dragonflies and songbirds settling in for the evening, feeling the light breeze on his face, replete with the scents of summer.

"Kiss me."

Gerrit blinked, mental caravan bunching to a halt. "What?"

i am so funny omg

Llewellyn nudged him in the chest with the orb. "Kiss me. You're all worked up." He cleared his throat. "And judging by the state of you, you're not put off by my cold. So?" He tilted his head to the side, gently, closed his eyes. "I want you to kiss me."

An example of the B character not really forcing the admitting of the fetish but just kind of not caring. That is also okay, and I think it’s normal. People don’t just admit to all their kinks immediately upon entering a relationship.

Baffled, but feeling as though maybe all was not lost, Gerrit obliged, pressing their lips together. His own eyes slid closed and he cupped Llewellyn's cheek, deepening the kiss, touching their tongues together, trying to convey how he felt. Whatever had changed. The kiss lasted for too short a time; Llewellyn broke away to breathe, eyes half-lidded, but he didn't lean away.

I’ve never kissed anyone, but I consume media. I feel like I am pretty good at depicting things regardless of experience.

"I'm not going to dismiss you out of hand," he said. "You or your feelings. But I would ask for some time to think." He looked up through his lashes. "Are you feeling better?"

Another thing I like in romance, even in kink short stories like this, is a more realistic portrayal of the confession than just “It was obviously meant to be~”

Gerrit could feel his pulse in every extremity. "Not really," he managed, and he kissed Llewellyn again, this time sliding one hand under the elf's head and one at his hip and pressing him back to lay in the grass. He moaned in his throat as Llewellyn kissed back, and when they had to break for breath, he started to kiss at Llewellyn's forehead, jaw, throat, wherever he could touch skin. His hands roamed over the elf's body, smoothing over hip and thigh and belly until he could start to undo the buttons on Llewellyn's close-cut robes.

"Gerrit," gasped Llewellyn. He moved the orb between them, jamming it into Gerrit's sternum. "You are not going to sleep with me on the side of the damn road! Get ahold of yourself!"

He has standards!

Gerrit growled at the quick pain in his chest, then shook his head and leaned back. He flushed deeply and pulled his hands away. "Oh. Oh, fuck, sorry. I-"

"Pick me up." Llewellyn lifted his arms.

"What??" Gerrit's brain was having a hard time keeping up at the moment, all of his blood being elsewhere.

"There was a thicker copse of trees back about thirty feet, on the left." Llewellyn waved the orb at him. "Pick me up. We can lay down there."

His standards are NOT that high! But he does have them!

So. So Gerrit ducked his head into the circle of Llewellyn’s arms and picked him up, holding him securely and setting off down the road again, back the way they’d come. The elf was right; there, about twenty feet back from the bank, was a thick copse of pines, all grown together with wild geranium and maidenhead ferns. Gerrit pushed through, shoulder first. Despite its proximity to the thoroughfare, the inside of the stand was quiet and shielded completely from view. This would do nicely.

Told you you’d get to carry him soon.

He set Llewellyn back on his feet and made short work of undressing him, first freeing the sorcerer from his pouches and bags, then undoing the silver buttons on his robe from his collarbone to his crotch. The rich fabric fell open appealingly. Next, Gerrit freed the elf from his boots and leggings. A long white shirt, woven from the finest of elven angora, still covered him, but Gerrit pushed the fabric up over Llewellyn’s belly, leaning in to kiss the elf again and touching him intimately.

Llewellyn moaned and nudged Gerrit’s hip with the orb. “Now you,” he said. “I want to see your body.”

Gerrit complied, making quick time shedding his cloak, pack, leather armor, breeches, boots. Two daggers, two short swords, caltrops, a bow and quiver, a glaive, and a spiked whip followed. He pushed them to the side as Llewellyn rolled his eyes.

This is another funny trope lol, like when a hero or assassin or someone has to go through airport security and the metal detector keeps beeping because they’re carrying 18 knives on their person. Fighters are proficient in every weapon, so why not have one of everything?

"You can't possibly have a use for all of those," the elf said, and then Gerrit captured his mouth again.

He laid Llewellyn down on the soft carpet of pine needles, using his cloak to cover the ground and double as a makeshift pillow. The elf was beautiful in the shifting shade, skin flawless. He had the orb resting on his chest and it glowed intermittently in the inconstant sunlight. The gold chain netting that encapsulated both the orb and Llewellyn's fine-boned hands glimmered. "You know," said Gerrit, smoothing a hand down Llewellyn's bare thigh. "You'd look pretty good bound up in gold chain."

"This isn't enough for you?" He scoffed.

Gerrit laughed. "It would be fun to tease you. I love it when you fuss at me. So cute." He dodged Llewellyn's elbow and settled down on his stomach, hooked one of Llewellyn's legs over his shoulder, and nuzzled the base of the elf's cock. "Ready, arimelda?" His own cock was under him, pressed to his stomach in the confines of his shirt. He could feel his pulse in the head of it, quickening with the scent of his lover.

"Yes, you prick," sighed the elf, and he moaned when Gerrit started to kiss him and lave his skin. His fingers flexed on the orb, longing to wind into Gerrit's hair.

Licking is kind of thing, and I love writing about fellatio so. Yay~

Gerrit took Llewellyn into his mouth eagerly, fingers curled over the elf's thighs, fingertips pressing at the sensitive inner surface as he sucked and teased and swallowed. Like this, he could focus on Llewellyn's pleasure. The noises the usually stoic and prideful sorcerer was making were enough to make Gerrit moan, mouth full, and rock his hips. Nothing pleased Gerrit more than seeing Llewellyn undone, seeing the elf flushed and open and undone for him. And he shivered, all over, when he heard the elf's breath catch and his tone go wavery. He thought he could come from this, listening to Llewellyn sneeze while pleasuring him implacably with a heated, well-placed tongue.

This is also VERY IMPORTANT. Caretaking to the point of like, partner worship idk. It’s good!!

"Aa, aa, ahh- ih- Gerrit, I-" Llewellyn drew his knee up, curling, heel drawing along Gerrit's back. "I nih- need to snih- hh-"

Gerrit drew his head back, let Llewellyn's cock free for a moment. He didn't loosen his grip on the elf's legs, though, wound up and desirous. "Okay by me, melda, it's okay. Feel all right? Want me to stop?" He was breathless himself, had to force the words past the distraction of his arousal, but he would abide.

Consent is the sexiest thing.

"No, don't stop," Llewellyn groaned, then turned his head to the side. "Hpptscht! Hah- Haktschiu!"

"Bless, bless." Gerrit kissed Llewellyn's thigh tenderly, then nipped it, drew his tongue over the hurt, sucked a bruise to mark its place. He swallowed Llewellyn down again as the elf cried out in pleasure and then bent with another helpless burst. Gerrit wondered if he could make Llewellyn come simultaneously with a sneeze and what that might feel like. The fantasy set him alight. His abdomen was tight, his cock like a brand on his stomach. He redoubled his efforts.

Gerrit felt it first, when Llewellyn came, in the tightening of the elf's thighs and stomach, then tasted the salt of his release. His world narrowed down to taking it in, swallowing, milking with his mouth while Llewellyn cried out, going until the elf was pushing him away, keening, oversensitive. He didn't wait to lift Llewellyn then into his lap, cradling him with one arm and stroking himself with the other hand, desperate to come as well. Llewellyn pressed his face to the junction of Gerrit's neck and shoulder, tightly gripping the cloth of Gerrit's shirt as they rocked together. The elf's nose was gently wet and he was panting, sniffling. Gerrit came with a shout, holding him close, shaking with an overabundance of pleasure. He let go of his cock and embraced Llewellyn fully. He had enough presence of mind not to confess to anything, but he couldn't stop himself from murmuring how beautiful, how soft.

okay. o__o There’s only so much I can say about writing the porn lol. I write what I want to read.

Gradually the world came back. Birdsong, first, and the bees, the sounds of the trees swaying in the light breeze. The lingering heat of the day, dampened by the shade and the growing dusk. The musty smell of pine needles and the sharper hint of sap, the scents of sex, the pressure of Llewellyn astride his lap, the bite of uneven ground against his knees. Llewellyn was touching his cheek, trying to say something sweet, failing because of his cold again.

I tried to write this part so that it would not be immediately obvious to the reader, as it is not to the characters, that the orb is gone.

"Ah- hh- Ttschgktst!"

Wetness against his neck. Gerrit wound his fingers with Llewellyn's and kissed his jaw. "Bless you," he said. "I'll find you a healer in Veigh. We'll get you well again. Right after we free you from the orb." He laid his cheek against the back of Llewellyn's hand tenderly. Then he paused. "Wait." Straightening, he brought his hands between them. The right was laced with Llewellyn's left. "The orb is gone."

Llewellyn straightened also, looking down at his hands. His hands with no orb. He lifted them both, amazed. And then wiped his nose on his wrist, sighing in pleasure. Gerrit tried not to blush despite everything.

Me too, buddy.

"Where did it go?" he asked, looking past the elf's shoulder. "Why did it come off?"

"Who even cares at this point??" Llewellyn had let go of him and was stretching, running his palms over his body, touching his own arms and face and cock, finally able to move and feel again after three days of magical bondage. He wiggled his fingers and then clapped his palms together, raising a small flame with their parting. "I have my freedom back. I can cast spells again. I can-" He smiled brilliantly. "I can touch you, too." He dropped his hands suddenly to Gerrit's lap, nimbly taking Gerrit's cock between them.

Gerrit lost track of the orb immediately.

Me too, buddy.

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It was dark indeed when the two of them made it to the inn in Veigh, but both were in high spirits. Gerrit had relinquished handkerchief duty back to Llewellyn with a great internal mourning, but he could always fantasize about this again in the future (he did, frequently), and he knew that Llewellyn, despite his best efforts, would catch more colds on the road (he did, more frequently than he would like).

I would love to play a fetish-friendly D&D campaign, but it would be way too embarrassing, probably. My current PC has allergies, but I have never mentioned them in-game and probably never will lol. God help me if my DM ever remembers that I wrote them into my character sheet.

Remembrance and Cordes had only been able to secure one room, it seemed, with two beds. Gerrit resigned himself, going up the stairs, to sleeping on the floor. But... it was apparent upon entering the small space that... well, their priest and thief had ended up taking up only one of the beds, together. Gerrit and Llewellyn traded glances.

"I don't think I want to ask," said Llewellyn, going for the free bed.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Gerrit replied, joining him.

The untold story, lol

In the morning, Cordes, with great dignity sprung from embarrassment (the cause of which he did not volunteer) informed them that a letter had not been sent to the Mages Guild yet. He was immensely relieved to find that one was no longer needed and quick to congratulate Llewellyn on his newly regained freedom. Remembrance just chuckled from the bed and took her time buckling her armor back on.

Already in Veigh, the party spent some time stocking up on medicines and liquefying some of the heavier treasures they'd liberated from the bandit camp. Gerrit sent a message on to their patron to expect them back in the capital in a couple of weeks, barring disaster. They purchased horses and set out, ready for the next adventure.

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The orb lay still in the pine thicket, nestled like an egg among the ferns, waiting for the next hapless traveler.

Faust’s Orb of Rope Bondage. Make a Will saving throw [DC 15] upon touching the orb with any body part, wearing clothes or not. Upon a failure, the orb will find its way to adhere to the hand of the hapless adventurer. If both hands touch the orb, they will both be stuck. If two people fail the save, one of each of their hands will be stuck. The spell can be broken only if each attached party has an orgasm.

I GUESS

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acuraintergurl · 3 years

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random things/ saying i love

- when ppl say” love u long time”

- braces ( or what i call them “mouth full of jewels and metal )

- when lighter skin ppls knees get pink

- the color pink itself

- piercings

- when girls have lots of jewelry on them. like lots of bracelets that clang and make lots of noise when they move, necklaces, rings, waist beads, etc etc

- when ppl have summer songs! like when they have a song that reminds them of the summer time or that they played non stop during the summer.

- buzzcuts!!

- when friends or significant others do each other’s hair. like in waves alexis was dyeing tyler’s hair blonde. or in buzzcut season by lorde, she sings about how her and her friends would cut each other hairs when it would got super long in the summer time.

- bikinis!

- huge glasses that hide most of ur face

- mullets especially on girls.

- when i see black girls all collectively wearing their bonnets 2 bed.

- bangs so long that u cant see their eyes

- acrylic nails and painted toes

- DAD HATS!

- bushy eyebrows

- when ppl have a certain piece of jewelry that they always wear and never take off even 4 a shower

- when friends have a thing. example: let’s say a friend group meets every saturday and watches adventure time and eats mcdonald’s, like everyday saturday! and that’s their thing.

- when ppl smile or laugh so big u can see the gaps in their teeth

- kisses on thighs

- when ur hugging someone and u wrap ur arms around their hips and kinda hang ur thumbs on their belt loops

- when ppl tape bus tickets, movie tickets, play tickets,metro cards or old receipts from diners or whatever into their journals

- tattoos on fingers

- ice cream trucks

- when ppl have an unspoken understanding of things (like how my ex bestfriend microwave worked in specific way like u had 2 turn it a certain way and stop it at a certain time and everyone in the house understood how 2 work it.)

- imperfect ponytails

- kisses on knuckles

- 2016/2017/2018 aesthetic

- when ppl have like comfort backpack or bag? like a bag they put everything in and use all the time and like cant live without

- when ur done getting ready and someone ask u 2 do a “360”

- when u get close enough 2 someone that they show u their baby pictures

- when someone knows u enough 2 already know ur order at a food place.

- “emotional support water bottles”

- napping with ppl

- darker skinned ppl blushin

- iphone 6 camera quality

- leaving clothes at a friends house bcos ur just close like dat lol

- having a gas station order?!

- mistki’s lyricism

- sonder son

- birth marks/beauty marks

- putting flowers in hair

- chuck taylor’s

- when willow smith says “ run my hands through your hair you wanna run your finger through mine but my dreads 2 thick and that’s alright”

- smoke fits! meaning when smokers who live in cold areas have 2 go outside 2 smoke we usually have 2 layer up so we end up having these cute ridiculous looking outfits and everyone kinda has this mutual understanding not 2 judge.

- friendship bracelets

- bulky jackets

- keychains and when ppl have tons of stuff on it

- crochet dresses

- “nobody’s heart is perfect”

- “don’t push away the ppl that ground u”

- the concept of not being who u r without some of the ppl in ur life “i wouldn’t b who i am without u”

- “u r the greatest love i’ve ever felt and known”

- the skating rink

- ppl with soft skin

- the little patch on the back of levi jeans

- when women let their hair grow and don’t wear bras (wishin i had the confidence 2 not wear one)

- painting someone’s nails/someone painting ur nails

- when ppl say “always” as an alternative 4 “i love u”

- the word “ache”

- rubbing ur hands over thighs, but not aggressively more sliding ur fingers over their thigh and knees

- sweaters

- the non stop laughter while high

- baby tees and graphic tank tops

- the song honey by kehlani

- tan lines

- collecting journals

- the fair

- the cute little messages on victora secret perfume bottles

- “if we ever stop talking send me a song”

- charm bracelets

- pretty lacey bras

- cute pretty little pins in girls hair

- black girls with bangs

- stickers on phone cases

- puffer coats

- smoking in the summer

- the pet name “honey” and “baby”

- when someone rests their head on ur shoulder

- when ur listening 2 music with someone and ur using wired headphones so u have 2 b rlly close so the headphones don’t come out from ur ears

- gunky mascara and glossy lips

- sitting on benches on a sunny day

- the summertime 😍😍😭

- new york city

- when girls put their hair up in a lil pony and it swings

- when ppl tell u about the dream they had when they like first wake up and there’s something so subtly pretty about the slur in their voice due 2 just waking up and how heavy their eyes r

- when u can hear bits of someone’s accent when they get rlly passionate about something

- the sleep u get after being out 4 a rlly long time

- when you’ve been in tight shoes most of the day and get home and finally take them off and just relax urself or when u have socks on 4 a while and u take them off and there’s lines from the inprint so u just rub on them and it feels nice

- when ur touching knee slightly hits someone’s knee and they don’t move

- the neon “open” signs at gas stations at night time

- how girls look when they’re doing their makeup and look super focused

- in movies when the camera pans 2 the teenager in the house door and like they have a door collage and one of the pictures is “STAY OUT” or “KEEP OUT” suppper edgy right? lol

- slushees

- sleeping after swimming in the pool all day

- tote bags

- when ur in the store and u have been pushing the cart 4 a while so in result of getting tired u slump ur upper body onto the cart a little bit and close ur eyes and breathe

- having bikinis air dry in the summer

- pretty chinese mesh slippers

- bucket hats

- girls getting ready 2gether

- girls straightening or doing each other hair

- the intimacy of putting lipstick on someone else’s lips

- when b4 someone shows u something that they’re excited about they say “ur gonna freak” or “ur gonna die” idk it gets me excited

- the word ghetto and ratchet ppl think it’s an insult but i think of nice things when ppl say that. like “ratchet happy birthday” by drake gives me fun and lit vibes. and ratchet saturn girl” by amine gives me dream girl vibes

- when u sleep with someone and y’all have unsaid understanding of ur sides of the bed

- women with big/chubby arms

- the shower u take right after cutting ur hair

- when the song ur listening 2 bass is so heavy so u start nodding ur head 2 dance along.

- the sweater + leggings + long socks combo

- handwritten letters 4 no reason

- letters 2 urself

- excessive use of emojis

- the sisterhood of girls asking 2 braid ur hair in class

- using the word “fly” as a compliment

- bowls cuts

- gogo boots

- girls wearing boxers

- when ppl call thei girlfriends “my girl”

- nicknames

- locs

- thongs

- moisturized skin

- daniel caesars lyricism and album freudian

- when ppl call ppl with long legs “legs”

- “oh brother!”

- DARIA

- “love u the most”

- so cute that ppl say “peace!” as in goodbye it’s like instead of goodbye u wish 4 them peace ☮️ that’s so freakin cute

- “luv bug”

- i luv when ppl with bigger long hair and bangs push their glasses 2 their forehead or up 2 their hair so their hair moves into this weird position that makes their hair look so cute n messy and i luv it.

- “take care of urself”

- “till 4ever falls apart”

- VS pink underwear

- when u can see a girls pantie lines in leggings

- women wearing leggings

- women with hairy arms and legs

- thick nice acrylic nails

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part three

summary: while mother nature isn’t very kind to the obx, jj’s dad is even worse to him. sailor sees the aftermath, relives a day that changed her life forever, and realizes she’d be down with murder if she could get away with it. between nutella sandwiches, story time, and a shared bed, an unspoken thing slowly starts to become a little more real.

word count: 6.9k+ (oops 😅)

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings: abuse/neglect, blood, mentions of parental abandonment/gambling addiction, swearing, whump, hurt/comfort, fluff, blatant references to hocus pocus, the little mermaid, percy jackson and the olympians, and mean girls (and a teeny, subtle reference to stranger things, see if y’all can catch it! 😉)

a/n: i was so excited to write this part, not gonna lie (if you couldn’t tell, just look at that word count). hurt/comfort is my shittt and i’m a pretty big slut for physical comfort/touches so i kinda went ham with it lol. i’m also very happy to finally introduce everyone to peyton, who’s a character i really love and enjoy writing, especially her relationship with her gf alison. both of them will get some time to shine in this part, peyton in the present and alison in the past! as usual, this is unbetaed so all mistakes belong to me. enjoy!

gif credit to @sci-fi

~Masterlist~

part one | part two | part four | playlist

part three: storm surge

It rains the entire week. Scratch that -it storms: the whole island buffeted by howling winds and blanketed by a thick layer of dark and angry clouds that make life just shy of miserable. For someone who spends 99% of her time outside like Sailor, miserable doesn’t begin to cover it. And to think, it’s only the beginning of hurricane season.

The redhead props her chin in one tan hand as she leans against the cool marble counter of The Butterscotch Bonnet Ice Cream Parlor, watching the rain pound against the shop’s bay windows. Across the street she can just make out the rough, gray surf of the Atlantic through a tiny gap in between two buildings and she sighs wistfully, thinking about all the beautiful shells getting tossed onto the beach by the waves. She’s half tempted to just throw off her apron, hop the counter, and make a break for the sand, storm be damned.

She’s almost positive she wouldn’t even be missed. There isn’t a customer in sight and there hasn’t been one since she started her shift three hours ago. Peyton was still in the back kitchen, messing around with whatever convoluted ice cream flavor she thought up for this week; her boss definitely has a knack for concocting weird combinations that somehow work together, at least most of the time. Sailor thinks back to a few weeks ago when they debuted that delicious blackberry balsamic that sold out every day without fail, then followed it with a cilantro lime that was hit-or-miss (a definite miss in her opinion, as cilantro just tastes like soap to her; Peyton had just smiled her infectious smile, shrugged her tiny shoulders, and said, “Can’t win ‘em all, I guess.”) This week’s flavor involves mascarpone and peaches and she can’t wait to steal a sample because if the wonderful smell coming from the kitchen is any indication, it’s gonna be bomb, even though it probably won’t upset the shop’s namesake flavor from the top of her list.

Thinking about ice cream makes her kind of hungry, on top of the fact that she has a terrible habit of eating when she’s bored, so she dishes out a small scoop of Butterscotch Bonnet and grabs a spoon before leaning back against the counter, digging through the cup to find the best part: salted caramel-filled chocolate sea shells, made in house. The days Sailor gets to help make them are her favorite days to come to work, when she and Peyton commandeer the kitchen and have the time of their lives, blasting music and dancing as they slave away. Of course, the little bag of chocolates she gets to take home is a pretty big plus, too.

“That’s coming out of your paycheck, Sail.”

Spoon halfway to her mouth, she sheepishly glances up from her snack as Peyton emerges from the kitchen, fondly shaking her head and sending her inky black braids dancing across her shoulders.

“What am I gonna do with you?” She continues with a wink before starting to make herself a milkshake, dropping two scoops of their tiramisu flavor into a malt cup.

“Sorry, you know I can’t help myself!” Sailor knows the other girl was joking but she apologizes anyway and opens the cabinet to grab a cup and straw for her, setting them on the counter beside the old-fashioned milkshake machine. As far as bosses go, Peyton is one of the all-around best to have and the redhead loves working at her shop. While the Buckleys are rich as shit and total kooks, the family’s youngest daughter is down to earth, kind, and prefers to work hard for what she wants instead of flaunting her parents’ wealth and The Butterscotch Bonnet is proof that, despite her last name and penchant for the finer things, she’s a pogue at heart. It’s no wonder Alison’s head over heels for her.

“I also know you’re bored as shit.” Peyton calls over the sound of the blender, sending a knowing smirk toward the younger girl, who rolls her eyes and shovels another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth as she replies, “Obviously. This weather fucking sucks.”

A loud clap of thunder seems to shake the very glass in the windows and she gestures toward the storm outside, her point proven. Peyton glances around the deserted shop, still bright and cheery despite its lack of movement and life, then back to the relentless downpour, before shrugging and turning back to finish blending her milkshake. “Wanna go home early?”

“Seriously?”

“Why not? You’ve already cleaned this whole place from top to bottom and I don’t think we’re gonna be getting customers any time soon.” Ignoring the paper cup, she plops the straw straight into her drink and takes a big sip, then nods in satisfaction before adding a huge swirl of whipped cream on top.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” Sailor asks, smiling excitedly as she grabs her bag from under the counter and tosses her empty cup into the trash.

“Only every day,” the older girl replies cheekily, smiling as she’s pulled into a one-armed hug of thanks by her employee.

“Well, you’re gonna hear it again: you’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Peyton pats the redhead’s shoulder with one deep brown hand and then gently pushes her toward the kitchen. “Now get out of here, brat. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Sailor throws a peace sign over her shoulder as she heads out the door, cackling at her boss’s offended call of “don’t call me ma’am!” After clocking out, she fishes her keys out of her bag and dashes through the downpour to her beat-up clunker of a truck. A hand-me-down from Alison, Flounder’s nothing to look at with all the dents and chips in his blue paint, but he gets her where she needs to go and has room for surfboards in the back and two other pogues up front on the bench seat -and the other two unlucky ones riding in the bed, hiding under the boards- so she’s not complaining, even though she wishes his radio worked more than half the time.

(Two reasons why John B’s almost always the group chauffeur: the fact that he can legally drive all five of them around without breaking the law -not that they’ve ever gotten caught in Sailor’s truck but anyone with a brain knows that where one pogue goes, the other four aren’t far behind- and good music flowing from a perfectly working stereo.)

Unfortunately, it’s on the fritz today so her drive home is spent listening to the sounds of Flounder’s windshield wipers and the pounding of rain against his roof. She heads inland from the beach, away from Peyton’s shop in the outskirts of affluent Figure 8 and its kook mansions to the more homey, laid-back Cut, passing by the turnoff to the Chateau and through the woods before pulling into the empty driveway of her tiny house. The fact that her mother’s car is no where to be found doesn’t surprise her in the slightest. Waiting for her on the porch is Binx, the stray black cat she’s taken to feeding and more or less adopted, stretching on the blanket she left out for him.

“Hey, handsome,” The redhead says, kneeling down to give him a loving scratch behind the ears; he meows in response and rubs his fuzzy face against her ankles, weaving between her legs as she slides her key into the lock. “Come on in.”

The front door closes behind them with a hollow bang that echoes through the empty house like the thunder outside. Sailor hangs up her keys and follows Binx down the hall toward her room, ignoring the closed door that leads to her mom’s room and a bed that she assumes hasn’t been slept in in months. Not that she would know: she’s made it a habit to spend as few nights as possible alone in the house, instead crashing at the Chateau or Kiara’s place and hoping her mom’s comfortable in her makeshift room at The Sandbar where Carmen doesn’t have to deal with the teenager she’s supposed to be caring for (Sailor’s always been an independent girl and has no trouble getting by alone but fuck, that doesn’t mean she wants to.).

Her father’s green eyes, the same color as her own, stare back at her from a picture hanging on the wall of a better time, when everything was alright and her family wasn’t so broken; the three of them on the beach with a twelve year old Sailor in the middle and surfboards in hand. Carmen looks like the mother she remembers and misses so bad it hurts, and while Ryan wasn’t always the most caring of fathers and only acted like a dad when it was convenient, she’d still do anything to have him back, terrible parenting skills and all. She turns away from the picture and the complicated mess her heart becomes when she thinks about him, continuing down the hall to her room.

Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover her feelings about her dad, though. She’s always believed she was an afterthought to him, never first on his list but still good enough to tag along for company when he was doing something he wanted to do. He was a man who liked the idea of having a kid but never wanted to actually step up and parent when things weren’t all fun and games, instead deciding to take off to Atlantic City for a month or two at a time to gamble away whatever money they earned at the surf shop.

She wants to hate him. She should loathe him and in a way, she does. She hates the way he still makes her feel like everything’s her fault, even when he’s not around. She hates the person her mother becomes when he disappears, someone distant and cold and so unlike the good, caring mother Sailor remembers. She hates that home doesn’t feel like home anymore and it’s all his fault, and she hates that despite everything he’s put her through, all the hurt he’s caused, she still can’t find it in her big, bleeding heart to truly detest her father. After all, he could’ve been worse. So, so much worse.

The only place she can get away from everything is her room, her own little sanctuary from the cold emptiness of the rest of the house and constant reminders of Ryan’s absence. It’s warm and bright, the walls painted a sunny yellow that reminds her of lazy days relaxing on the beach. Her first surfboard hangs on the wall above her bed, tucked away in a corner, doubling as a shelf for her massive shell collection while pictures of her and her friends dangle underneath, pinned to a long piece of twine. Her current boards stand propped in another corner, leaning against a wall plastered with all types of movie and music posters. Through the windows covered with curtains as light as sea foam, the rain steadily pours but in here, she’s safe. In here, she can breathe.

Sailor strips off her uniform, tossing it along with her bag onto the chair by the door and slips out of her worn red high-tops before pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and the first long-sleeve shirt her fingers find in the closet, then flops onto her bed and pulls the soft blue blanket around her shoulders, reading glasses and well-loved copy of The Lightning Thief in hand while Binx curls up at her feet. Every summer without fail she rereads the series (why, she’s not exactly sure: maybe its nostalgia, maybe its because she lowkey relates to water-loving, steadfastly loyal Percy) and she’s fallen behind this year, so she fully intends on reading as much as she can tonight before bed. The storm provides perfect background noise and soon she’s five chapters in before a sudden loud knock on her window causes her head to snap up in alarm.

Oh no. Without bothering to save her place, she tosses the book and her glasses aside and scrambles from the bed to the window, tearing open the curtains to reveal a sight she always dreads seeing. Her best friend stands outside in the rain, soaked to the bone, hand pressed against his side, and the sight of bright red blood trailing down his face and staining the collar of his gray shirt makes her heart drop to her stomach. Wordlessly, she opens the window and helps him climb inside before closing it firmly and drawing the curtains, once again blocking the world from her -now their- sanctuary, then grabs her blanket from the bed and wraps it tightly around JJ’s shaking shoulders after he kicks off his sodden boots.

Her hand slowly moves to cup his face and her heart breaks a little more when he tenses, blue eyes carefully tracking its movement until he seems to remember who it belongs to and lets himself lean into her touch, cheek resting against her palm. Sailor runs her thumb under his split lip and and wipes at the crimson staining his tan skin, her mouth curving into a small frown when she only succeeds in smearing it further.

“Come on,” She breaks the silence with her gentle voice, barely above a whisper, and reaches her other hand out to take his, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

His fingers hold so, so tight as she leads him down the hall to the bathroom and she’s so laser-focused on the way they tremble against hers that she doesn’t notice the blood left behind on the handle when she opens the door. After flicking on the light she turns to face him and gently pushes the blanket from his shoulders with her free hand, letting it fall to the floor in a damp heap, then blindly reaches behind her to turn on the shower, cranking the heat as high as it’ll go.

“Sorry about your blanket.” JJ says at last, his voice quiet, and Sailor shakes her head, running her thumb in circles on the back of his cold hand.

“I don’t care about that, J.” She replies just as quiet and before she can stop herself, before she can think about what exactly she’s about to admit, she adds, “I care about you.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a barely-there smile and while it may be tiny, it’s a smile nonetheless and she feels the tight knot in her chest begin to loosen as she lets go of his hand, reaching for the hem of his shirt. “Can you lift your arms for me?”

He does as she asks but his pained wince doesn’t go unnoticed by the redhead when she pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on top of the discarded blanket, and her jaw clenches at the sight of deep purple bruises in the shape of his father’s fists marring the skin over his ribs.

“Let me know if this hurts.” Oh so carefully she reaches out with one hand and gently touches the darkest mark, where she’d seen him clutching at outside her window, her fingers delicately feeling for any damages.

“A little.” He admits, shaky breath warm against her forehead and she does her best to keep her hand steady as she checks over the rest of him, then feathers her fingers back over that first bruise.

“It doesn’t feel like anything’s broken or cracked, so that’s good.” She says, allowing her hand to linger for a second before letting it fall from his side. “A rib or two might be a little bruised, though, so we’ll put some ice on them later, just in case. Sound good?”

JJ nods and watches her with those ocean blue eyes as she pulls her own shirt over her head, leaving her in a plain black cami and shorts, before grabbing his hand once again and pulling him into the shower with her. The water’s just a tad too hot and it instantly starts turning her skin red but Sailor doesn’t mind, instead choosing to embrace the heat and the way it burns everything away, leaving behind brand new skin that’s ready for a new day, new adventures. She reaches up and gingerly wipes the blood from her best friend’s face; in a mirror of earlier, he leans his cheek into her palm, eyes slowly closing while both arms wrap around her waist and pull her close.

“Sail,” He whispers her nickname into the humid air between them and she barely registers the tremble in his voice before his knees buckle, sinking them both to the shower floor until they’re face to face, sitting in between each other’s legs. He clings to her, arms even tighter around her waist and face buried against her neck, and she feels the shake of his shoulders when she winds her own arms around them. One hand moves to steadily run through wet blond hair, over and over, comforting in the best way she knows how, the fingers of her other hand tracing circles on the bare skin of his back as water continues to rain down on them like the downpour outside.

She’s eerily reminded of another time they sat like this, sobbing in each other’s arms five years ago, the first time she saw just how cruel his father could be, the first time she realized she’d do absolutely everything and anything to keep him safe, and it was both one of the best and worst days of her life.

Eleven year old Sailor shoved her math textbook into her cluttered locker and kicked it shut with a scowl. She hated math, her math teacher, and especially whoever made her schedule- who in their right mind would put math in eighth-period? She swung her backpack onto her shoulder and grunted softly at the extra weight it carried. JJ hadn’t come to school that day and Sailor had volunteered to take his missed work to him; it made sense, considering she lived closest out of the pogues and it’d make her feel better if she got to check on him herself -there was a reason the rest of the group called her the mom friend, after all.

She’d already collected assignments from the classes he shared with Pope and Kiara as well as herself, so now she was just waiting for John B to drop off his own. As if summoned by her thoughts, the brunet boy rounded the corner and waved, weaving his way to her through their fellow middle-schoolers. “Sorry, you know how Mr. Jefferson likes to go on and on and on...” He said, pulling some papers from his backpack and handing them to the redhead. “Do you remember where J’s house is?”

Sailor rolled her eyes and carefully slid the homework into her own bag. “Considering I live, like, five streets away, I sure hope so.” She fired back, ignoring his cackle of laughter as they joined the rush of students, excited for the weekend, flooding out through the double doors of Kildare County Middle School. She lingered by her friend as he unlocked his bike from the rack and then climbed on, asking, “You’re helping out at the shop on Saturday, right?”

She nodded, scanning the sea of waiting cars and waving when she spotted her ride. “Yeah, why?”

“My dad and I are gonna hang out at the beach that day so we’ll stop by and say hi.” With a casual salute in her direction he slowly started pedaling down the road, calling back over his shoulder, “Tell JJ he can come too if he’s feeling better!”

“Tell him yourself!” She yelled after his retreating back, not surprised in the slightest when he didn’t turn around and disappeared into the trees. Alison’s beat up blue truck pulled up to the curb seconds later and the older redhead leaned out the open window, a shit-eating grin on her face as she joked, “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!”

Sailor laughed and climbed into the passenger seat, dropping her backpack on the floor with a loud thump. Alison winced at the sound, raising her eyebrow as she waited for the younger girl to put her seatbelt on. “What the hell do you have in there, rocks?”

“One of my friends missed school today so I have his homework. Do you mind driving by so I can drop it off? He only lives a few streets away.”

“Sure,” Alison replied, flicking on her turn signal and merging into the stream of cars leaving the school’s parking lot. “So who skipped: Smarty Pants, Bandana Boy, or Surfer Bro?”

The eleven year old giggled at the nicknames -she’d never admit it, but they were honestly pretty accurate- and replied, “Surfer Bro. And his name is JJ, Ali.”

“Rightttt, JJ. What do you think it stands for, huh? Jesse James? John Jacob?”

“Oh my Godddddd!”

The high school senior continued to come up with names, each more ridiculous than the last until Sailor exclaimed “There!” and directed her to park near a small, run-down house on a quiet road. She pulled a folder from her backpack and was out the door before the older girl could blink, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll be right back!”

The redhead slammed the truck door behind her and made her way toward the porch and what she assumed was the front door; she’d never been inside JJ’s house but he always came out to meet them through there so she figured it was a safe bet. The smile fell from her face, ears registering the sound of horrible, angry yelling just as she brought her fist down to knock and she anxiously fidgeted back and forth on the step, her heart starting to beat fast in her chest. What the hell was going on?

"Fucking hell!” An enraged shout came clear as day from inside and as she heard the person’s stomping approach, something in her, a feeling, urged her to hide the folder in her hand behind her back. She jumped in surprise when the door was suddenly ripped open, revealing a fuming, red-faced man who glared down at her with heavily lidded eyes and one hand clenched in a fist at his side, the other holding the threshold in a white-knuckled grip. “What the hell do you want?”

“H-hi, I’m Sailor, one of JJ’s friends? He wasn’t at school today so I came by to check on him.” She said, proud of herself for keeping most of the tremble out of her voice while she studiously avoided his cruel gaze, instead subtly trying to peer behind him and hopefully catch a glimpse of her friend. The man, who she realized with sheer horror had to be JJ’s dad, was absolutely terrifying, with breath reeking of booze and mouth curled into a vicious snarl as he moved to block her view into the house and snapped, “Kid’s fine. Now get the fuck outta here.”

“Can I just see-”

She was cut off when he slammed the door in her face with the hand that had been by his side and her eyes widened, stomach sinking with dread as she caught sight of the splotch of bright crimson left behind on the wood. Oh, God. This could not be happening. She remembered John B’s warning about JJ’s dad, saying he wasn’t a very nice man when she became friends with them last year but she didn’t recall him ever saying anything about this and it hits her like a freight train: he probably didn’t know. Her heart pounded against her ribcage. If JB didn’t know then Pope and Kiara definitely didn’t and a sickening feeling started to churn her belly, both at the thought of JJ facing all of this by himself and the fact that she alone had the power to help.

Inside the house, she heard his dad resume his screaming, every other word accompanied by a sickening thumping noise she’d only heard in person once before, a few years ago on the beach with her parents when two drunk tourons started wailing on each other over a spilled beer: the sound of a fist hitting flesh. Sailor started to panic, both hands flying to cover her mouth in terror. Underneath the screaming and punching, she couldn’t hear anything, any cry or yelp or whimper from her friend and, mind racing with million terrible, awful thoughts, she turned and ran back to the truck, flinging open the door and scrambling inside to grab Alison’s arm, folder in her hands falling to the floor.

“Ali, please, we’ve got to help him-”

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” The older girl joked as she looked up from her phone, smile falling from her lips when she caught sight of the eleven year old’s pale face and wide eyes. She reached over and placed her hands on Sailor’s slight, trembling shoulders. “What’s going on?”

Her lip quivered terribly as she told Alison everything she saw and heard, watching her expression slowly twist into outright dismay, the fingers on her shoulders tightening their grip when she finished, “Ali, what’re we gonna do? We have to help him right now!”

“Fuck, okay, first off let’s calm down- don’t give me that look, kid! We can’t just burst in there like Wonder Woman or something, let me- oh, look!” Alison pointed through windshield, where JJ’s dad furiously stalked from the house to his truck, climbing inside and violently slamming the door before taking off in a cloud of dust. Sailor quickly ducked when he drove by and stayed down until the older redhead gave her the all clear, “He’s gone. That was perfect timing, huh?”

She didn’t reply or even wait for her to unbuckle her seatbelt, taking off at a sprint and bounding onto the porch in no time, furiously knocking against the door. “Hey, J, are you there? It’s Sailor.”

There was no reply and her heart dropped to her stomach. Alison joined her on the front step, her face blanching when her eyes landed on the blood stain on the corner of the door. One of her hands reached out to grab the handle while the other found Sailor’s smaller one and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Come on,” With no hesitation and the bravery Sailor wished she had, the eighteen year old pushed the door open and pulled them both into the dusky house. The younger redhead wrinkled her nose at the sight of beer cans and pill bottles littering a circle around the couch but she pressed on, calling his name as the girls moved room to room.

“Sail?” The sound of JJ’s pained voice coming from the room at the end of the hall made her heart skip a beat and she dropped Alison’s hand, running forward and bursting through the door in a rush, not even thinking about what state her friend might’ve been in. Feeling like she’d just been sucker punched right in the gut at the sight of him lying face down on the floor with a small puddle of blood forming under his mouth, she dropped to her knees beside him and delicately took his hand in both of hers, nearly crying in relief when his fingers gripped tight to her palm. Behind her, she heard Alison’s sharp intake of breath as she entered the room, darting over to kneel on JJ’s other side and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, and together they carefully helped him roll onto his back, then up into a sitting position with the older girl’s arm behind him as a brace.

Her jaw trembled as she tried and tried to say something, anything; her head was filled with so many questions -what happened, how could he do this, when did this start?- but the only thing she managed to ask was a simple, “Why?”

“It’s just what he does.” He replied with a shrug, wincing at the movement, “I’m sorry, Sail.”

“What the hell are you apologizing for?” She asked incredulously, then followed his finger as he pointed at a pile of jagged yellowish-brown pieces on the floor by his bed.

“He broke the shell you gave me.” He looked so upset, so distraught over the broken whelk and she felt her heart swell with waves of affection for her friend, who was more concerned about her broken gift than he was about himself.

“Hey,” She said softly, turning away from the mess to look him in the eye with a small smile, her hand reaching out on its own accord to brush a lock of fine blond hair away from a cut near his temple. “It’s just a shell, okay? I’ll find you another one.”

The sight of blood on his teeth when he returned her smile reminded her of the task at hand and she shook her head, wrapping her thin arm around his waist. “Let’s get you out of here. Think you can stand?” At his nod, both girls put one of his arms around their shoulders and slowly stood, shuffling out the door with all the grace and speed of an old man with two bad knees, but hey, they were moving and getting JJ out of that terrible place, so she’d go as slow as they needed to, even if her anxiety was getting worse and worse with each passing second they spent in the house.

After loading the kids onto the bench seat of the truck, Alison quickly drove them to the empty Flynn residence -Carmen and Ryan still working at the shop- and helped Sailor move JJ into the bathroom. “I’ll go grab you some towels and dry clothes, okay? I think some of your dad’s old stuff might fit him.” She said, watching as the young girl kneeled beside her friend and started untying his shoes.

The eleven year old nodded at her older friend and sent her a small smile. “Thanks, Ali.”

“No problem, kiddos.” With a quick smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes she was gone, heading down the hall toward the laundry room.

Sailor reached over and turned the shower on as hot as possible. “Okay, um, take as long as you need, I guess. I’ll wait outside.” She jerked her thumb toward the hall but before she could even take a step, his hand darted out and grabbed her wrist.

“Stay.” It was more of a demand than a question and JJ seemed embarrassed to even be saying it, the uninjured parts of his face turning an endearing shade of pink. “Please?”

She just nodded and reached a leg out to gently kick the door shut, her mind racing. She stayed but what the hell should she do now, keep her back turned? Get in the shower with him? From the way he was fidgeting back and forth and avoiding her eyes, he was probably thinking the same thing.

“Oh, come on.” She finally said after a minute or two of decidedly not looking at each other and kicked off her sandals, darting forward on impulse to grab his hand and pull them both under the spray. The water uncomfortably soaked into their clothes and made their movements sluggish as they clumsily shuffled around -stepping on each other’s toes and mumbling identical apologies- before finding a position that was only a little bit awkward in the confined space, his arms on either side of her waist and bracing against the wall, her hands tentatively resting on his shoulders.

“This okay?” She asked, feeling her cheeks reddening from more than just the steam curling around them and frizzing her hair, and JJ nodded, swallowing thickly and blinking away a droplet of red-tinged condensation that slid down his forehead. Her hand, moving on its own accord, slowly reached for his face until her palm gently came to rest against his flushed cheek, the tip of her pointer finger just brushing a small cut that sliced through one eyebrow.

“How...” Sailor shook her head, taking a deep breath before finally asking the question that’d been on her mind since this whole thing started, “How long has this been happening?”

Once again he avoided her wide-eyed gaze, eyelids fluttering shut as he answered hesitantly, quietly, “I...I don’t remember a time when it didn’t.”

His answer chipped away the last brick in the dam and the floodgates broke. She flung herself into his chest, arms wrapping around his shoulders and fingers twisting in the sodden fabric of his shirt, sobbing into the warm skin of his neck. He froze in her embrace, whole body stock-still until something in him seemed to break too, and his own arms encircled her waist, bit by bit, pulling her close as he buried his face into her shoulder and two sixth graders slowly slumped to the shower floor in a tangled mess of limbs.

“J, why didn’t you say anything?”

His body trembled in her arms and she inhaled sharply at his reply of, “Because I’m not worth it.”

Pulling away from his neck to rest her forehead against his, she cupped his face in both hands and forced him to look her in the eyes, her voice quiet but adamant, insistent as she said, “Don’t you dare say that again, got it? You are worth it. So, so worth it.”

The look behind his red-rimmed, ocean blue gaze was made of pure, unadulterated disbelief and Sailor, at a loss, wracked her brain for something, anything she could do to make him see himself the way she did: loyal, adventurous, funny, and oh so brave, already a beloved, dear friend to her in the short time she’d known him. How could she help him realize he was so much more than his father’s abuse?

‘What can I do to make you believe me?’

An epiphany came to her like a bolt of lightning straight to the heart. It was more than a little crazy and the thought of actually doing it was lowkey terrifying but she’d seen it work beautifully for Alison and her girlfriend Peyton that one time and hell, she was so desperate to help her friend that she’d do just about anything. And so before her anxious mind could start to overthink she surged forward, both hands still holding his face in a gentle grip, and firmly pressed her lips to his.

JJ’s eyes were almost comically wide while he stared, frozen still at her touch, and her own eyes were just as huge as she held the kiss for a few seconds and then abruptly pulled back, her face slowly changing into a shade very similar to her hair.

“Y-you, I-” He stuttered, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as a deep pink flush started to color the tan skin of his neck. “Wh-why-”

“Because you are worthy, J. Promise me you won’t forget that.” Her words were as fierce as the hug she pulled him into, only letting the tension bleed out of her when she felt him gradually return her embrace and nod against her shoulder.

“I promise, Sail.”

“Good.”

And with that they fell silent, holding each other tight until the shower ran cold.

Sailor didn’t know it at the time but that hadn’t been just her first kiss but JJ’s too, as they never talked about it until two years later, during a game of truth or dare with the rest of the pogues. Neither actually told the truth, both giving a vague answer about a bet that seemed to placate their friends enough to let the matter drop, never to be brought up again.

The only kiss that happens today is the light brush of her lips against his forehead as she holds him close, even as the water slowly begins to lose its warmth. His embrace is tight, their limbs intertwined so fully that it’s hard to discern where one ends and the other begins and when he speaks, she has to strain to hear the words mumbled against her neck over the pounding spray of the shower.

“I don’t know how much more I can take.”

His confession cuts her deep. Hearing him admit something so utterly heartbreaking and vulnerable, coming from the side of him Sailor alone gets to see, ignites a fury that simmers under her skin and burns her from the inside out, thoughts turning venomous and, dare she say, downright homicidal. Fuck his dad. Fuck his dad and everything he’s ever done to hurt her best friend, both with and without fists.

“If I could get away with murder, I would.”

It’s true. For JJ, she’d do anything and everything to keep him safe without hesitation, up to and including maiming his dad so he could never touch him again (and if she happened to take it a little too far and straight up kill the bastard, she’d most definitely be fine with it.). He laughs, but it’s empty, hollow, and sorely lacking the joy, the carefreeness, the pure life that it normally radiates.

“You’re not the only one.”

Some time later, after the water raining down on them turns ice cold and their tears have dried, they reluctantly disentangle themselves from each other and towel off before making a quick detour to the kitchen to grab an ice pack for his ribs and have a meager dinner of sandwiches made with the last of her bread and a near empty jar of Nutella. He laughs, for real this time, when he reads the note she writes herself on the fridge future sailor, as much as you want to, you can’t live off just nutella and sheer spite, okay? please go shopping. love, past sailor <3 and grabs the marker out of her hand, adding +past jj and a little smiley face that makes her smile brightly.

They return to her room where they change, back to back, into dry clothes -one of her dresser drawers is full of his things she’s stolen acquired over the years- and, after throwing everything wet, including their discarded shirts and blanket retrieved from the bathroom, into the washing machine to be dealt with some other time, they lie on her bed side by side, shoulder to shoulder, wrapped up together in a spare throw stashed at the bottom of her closet. Binx slinks up from his spot at their feet and lazily drapes himself across their laps, purring like a motorboat when Sailor starts running her hand along his back.

“I almost sat on those,” JJ says, handing over her glasses, “and this.” He holds her forgotten book in his hands, casually flipping through the pages before turning it over and scanning the back cover.

“Have you read it before?”

He shrugs, a barely-there grimace briefly twisting his features as the motion jostles his sore ribs. “Started it, never finished.”

“Well,” She starts, slipping her glasses on and snatching the book out of his grasp, “how about we fix that? I’ll read, you pet the cat.”

Sailor’s voice is soft and steady as she starts to read aloud, a content smile on her face that’s echoed by the boy lying beside her when she settles against his side, head pillowed on the arm he curls around her shoulders without a thought. JJ’s the near perfect listener, only snickering once or twice at her total butchering of some of the more difficult Greek names (how come she can say Hephaestus just fine but gets tripped up on Dionysus?) but otherwise hanging off her every word and the relaxed ease with which he runs his hand through the ends of her damp hair fills her with a warmth, a happiness that she can’t describe but never wants to stop.

Hidden away from the rest of the world, curled up together on her bed, they forget the day’s past horrors and replace them with bright hopes for the future, exchanging comforting touches, deliberate yet played off as unintentional, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp -a caress of knuckles here, a brush of a palm there- as she reads into the night, until the cloudy sky darkens to black and they’re both fighting off the languid pull of sleep.

“I think that’s enough for today.” He plucks the book from her hands without waiting for a response and marks their place with a gas station receipt she was using as a makeshift placeholder, and setting it on the beside drawer.

“It’s your turn to read tomorrow,” He takes her glasses off with gentle fingers as she speaks into what little space still exists between them (that’s not otherwise occupied by Binx), smiling at the slow graze of his thumb along her cheek and nestles further against his side. “I’m done botching the names of deities for a while.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Damn it, Sailor kind of hates it when he says that cause it makes her feel things that she’s not quite ready to think about yet. Thankfully, her blush is swallowed by the darkness as he turns off the light and settles down beside her, arm slung low over her waist; her hand carefully brushes against his bruised ribs over the old shirt he wears, ice pack long ago thawed and thrown somewhere onto the hardwood floor.

“How do these feel? Better?”

She feels JJ nod, his chin brushing the top of her head. “Much.” There’s a pause, long enough that she starts to feel like she’s about to nod off, then he whispers, “Thank you, Sail. I know I don’t say it enough.”

She takes a deep breath, fingers stilling on his side, “Because you don’t need to, J. Remember what I said earlier, in the bathroom?”

He nods again but doesn’t reply, instead drawing circles on the small of her back, so she takes it as a cue to continue, “I care about you, okay? You don’t have to thank me for that. I’m just...doing what feels right.”

After a beat, the arm she’s using as a pillow curls and pulls her tighter against him as he says quietly, almost shyly, “I care about you, too.”

The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle without either teenager noticing and the gentle pitter-patter against the roof casts a somnolent spell into the air, dazed and dreamy. It wraps around the pair, not unlike the way they wrap around each other, and slowly, easily, safely, they drift off as one.

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It’s gonna be ME!

The request:

Author’s Notes | Late, but here! Hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for the request!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader

Info | Modern AU, requested by anon for 5CW7

Words | 1719

⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

"So... She's your partner, uh?"

There were them!

The pair of sons of whatever bitch that had slept with my father and delivered them into my mother's arms so she could raise them as if they were my brothers and not the pair of motherfuckers I was seeing at the kitchen - Hvitserk lazily chewing on an apple and Ubbe with both of his hands on his trousers' pockets as if they weren't asking me about the girl I was fallen for.

Ok.

I didn't tell anyone.

Fuck it! What does it matter? Y/N was my partner, from my class, at my university! My shit! Not theirs! And I could bet those bastards were thinking about sharing her.

They were doing this to every single girl they had after Ubbe finally got his freedom from that premature marriage to Margrethe.

"Uhum," I answered, disinterested, trying to see if the wolf pack around me would understand I wasn't up to tell them about what their minds were classifying as their next lamb.

"She's your age?" Hvitserk asked, jumping off the table he was sitting on - although our mother had slapped his nape dozens of times not to sit over that table.

"Uhum," I mumbled again, opening the fridge and pretending I didn't know exactly what I wanted into it, just to hide my furious glare into the refrigerator instead of pushing my wheelchair against Hvitserk's knees and take the bad-bones' day as a chance to break his legs and get myself rid of that asshole at least.

"Uh... Is she single?" Ubbe asked and I pressed the cheese knife in my hand so tight that my knuckles became white.

"I don't know, Ubbe," I answered, cutting a piece of cheese as if it was his dick I would cut off in a lot of damn pieces if he was to come near Y/N with it!

"Come on, Ivar," Hvitserk giggled, "Stop hiding the treasures," he said, sliding himself between me and the refrigerator, stealing the piece of cheese I had just cut and getting a bite of it before looking at me once again with that cheese stick in his hand, moving as if it was some bait to get my sharp eyes' attention. "You have a piece of heaven working with you and you don't even know if she's free? Jez... Don't you talk to her, lil' brother?"

I do. About our gods' damn work, Hvitserk!

But I didn't say anything but grunting before starting to cut a new piece of cheese to myself, this time imagining I was cutting Hvitserk's light fingers so used to stealing things from me.

He just giggled again, chewing on the rest of my cheese in his hand before sitting on our kitchen balcony, right beside our mother's cooktop. Would it be too cruel to want that shit wasn't electric? Too evil from myself to wish so bad Hvitserk would end up burning his ass when sitting on places he shouldn't be sitting on? I don't know...

Maybe.

"I talk to her, Hvitserk," I said, placing my cheese in the middle of a pair of slices of bread for a quick snack. "It doesn't mean I investigate her private life."

"Read up: little Ivar knows nothing about the girl he's sitting beside through this whole year," he joked, getting my blues sharp over him once again, this time, enough for Ubbe to shush him with a waving hand.

"Stop it, Hvitserk," he mumbled, landing his free hand on my shoulder as if I didn't hate to be so lower than him on those chair days. "Ivar is right, after all. We shouldn't be investigating girls' lives around. If he doesn't know, I guess we might discover it for ourselves, uh?"

That sentence sent cold shivers down my spine: they would try to hit on her. On Y/N.

On my sweet and beautiful Y/N.

I couldn't hold myself, slapping Ubbe's hand out of my shoulder and giving up on the sandwich I just threw back on the refrigerator carelessly, moving my chair away from those assholes.

I couldn't keep listening to them planning to invite Y/N for a drink, or to some stupid dance club, a bar, whatever! Whatever place they could make her laugh and smile at them! Whatever place they could use that fucking charm of them to lure her into their bed so I would spend a whole night listening to her moans on their room.

"No fucking way!" I growled, throwing my cane on my bed after slamming my bedroom door.

No fucking way I would allow them to have her.

No fucking way I would sit and wait to see her in our class, trying to text one of those motherfuckers after they had her number blocked after exchanging her for another chick of the time!

My fingers started shaking at the cellphone before I touched the green button - what was I doing?

But at the same time, I couldn't stop! - it was me, or them...

"Hi... Ivar?" her voice sounded on the other side.

I wasn't a man of text messages.

"Did I forget something at your house?"

Of course... What other reason would I have to call her in the middle of the evening, around one hour after she left my house after working with me the whole morning in our project for the science fair competition at the university...

"No," I answered, trying to find the words. "I just... I mean... Yes. You..."

Fuck.

How could I be a gods' damn talented mind and not being able to speak properly to a girl?

"Ivar? Sweetie, I can't hear you. Damn, we need to work on an amplifier for these G-signals around," she giggled.

Such a sweet laugh... My favorite sound in the world. I swallowed dry: this sound could be exchanged for something I would hate to hear muffled by the wall between Hvitserk's room and mine.

No.

I wouldn't let it happen!

"There is something I need to tell you. Can you hear me better now?"

Come on, Ivar. Fucking speak!

"Yeah, loud and clear!" she answered on the other side.

And there was my safety running down the drain.

"Ivar?"

It was now or never.

"Are you free today? I mean... It's a bad-bones day for me and I don't wanna spend it whole studying in my room with my brothers around so I was thinking about going to the central square to eat some fries and chill for a while and..."

Why couldn't I just say "Do you wanna go out with me?"? Why was it so fucking hard?

"Fries are perfect. Especially if you're up to eat them with me. What time can I meet you there?"

Did she accept?

Did she just accept going out with me?

"Ivar? Can you hear me? Damn Gs..." she cursed, thinking my silence was a problem of the signal once again and not my mind completely broken with her easy acceptance to something I thought was impossible.

"Loud and clear," I answered, mimicking her way to answer me, getting a new giggle from her on the other side. "I was thinking about... Going now... If you're not occupied."

"That's great! I'm almost there, to be honest. I'll take five minutes to arrive so I'll make our order in advance: this way you won't have to wait for the fries to come when you arrive. I know you hate to wait."

She knew details about me...

"Back table, right?"

The minimum ones.

"Yes..." I mumbled. "Y/N," I started.

Feeling my throat close once again, swallowing the words.

"What?" she answered, but I just smiled, holding my phone.

"I'll tell you there. See you soon."

"It better be soon indeed, because you know I hate to be curious for too long!!" she reprehended me, causing my smile to become bigger.

"I know."

I knew.

I knew she hated to wait. She hated to see me sad - and so she would do anything to make me smile, even when I didn't want to. She hated to be curious for too long, but she loved surprises.

And I had a hell of a surprise for her this time.

I chose my best clothes, with the overcoat she liked to steal from me whenever it was cold and we were at the university campus.

It was slightly cold outside - and I wanted to take the chance to come back home with her perfume on it.

I tried to make my hair look less like a mess, but without mom around to braid it, I had to go for a bun. - Yay... Hvitserk's style. Great. But no.

I tried to sneak out, but of course, Chip 'n' Dale would be outside waiting for me in the living room.

And Gadget Hackwrench wouldn't miss the chance to be with them, naturally.

"Going out, Ivar?" Hvitserk said, in a taunting tone, with the last piece of my sandwich he surely took from the fridge in his hand.

That douchebag was always eating! It was a miracle he wasn't rolling around.

"Wasn't it a bad-bones day?" Sigurd asked, carelessly.

"I'm using the chair. And yeah, I'm going out. Something else, dad?" I asked, causing Hvitserk to giggle and Sigurd to roll his eyes.

"Want a ride?" Ubbe offered, but I denied it.

I didn't want them around.

"No. And I don't know when I'll be back, so don't worry," I said, leaving through the front door.

I would speak to her and tell her how I felt.

I would ask her to be mine and put an end to those bastards' ideas.

And it would be today!

At the living room, right after Ivar closed the door.

"I can't believe it fucking worked," Hvitserk giggled, throwing himself on the couch as Ubbe smiled, cocky.

"I told ya. He just needed a push," the elder one said.

"The two of you are playing with fire, that's what you're doing," Sigurd warning but Ubbe just rolled his eyes drinking from his cup of coffee.

"He's out, isn't he? And I bet he'll come home with a girlfriend tonight, so..."

"Job's done!" Hvitserk joked, crossing his feet on the center table, throwing the last piece of sandwich into his mouth.

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