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wherethefireliliesgrow · 11 months

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(8) 730 days: teal blue

Myoui Mina x reader

Part of the series: Palette

Previous chapter: (7) 942 days: auburn brown

730 days.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping,” Ryujin shouted embarrassingly loud in the early morning of the half-empty streets of Seoul, with Karina sitting in the passenger seat of her car.

“It’s five a.m., Ryujin.” You mumbled, hair wild and still in your tank top and shorts.

Just five minutes ago, Karina had called you, insisting on meeting her downstairs for an "emergency." Little did you expect to be cornered by the couple and dragged into their car during the early hours of dawn.

"So? It's never too early to start the day," Ryujin retorted, pushing her sunglasses onto her head and giving you a sly smirk.

Defeated, you shook your head. Leave it to Ryujin to have spontaneous plans out of the blue, and now, with Karina, it meant double trouble.

“Fine. Let me change and tell Haerin.” you said, turning around.

"Here," Haerin suddenly popped out of nowhere, startling you.

The younger girl was already dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts, sporting sunglasses and flip-flops. She held two large duffle bags, a cat cage, and an inflatable yellow duck floating circle. It was quite a bizarre sight.

You quickly reached over to take the things from her, amazed at how she managed to carry the heavy load without getting crushed.

"Great!" Ryujin started her car. "Get in. I asked Haerin to pack for you."

As you sat in the backseat with Haerin, searching through the duffle bags for something to change into, you asked, "Where are we going anyway?"

Annoyed, you huffed when the three of them ignored you. "What's the special occasion?"

Silence.

Ryujin drove while humming to herself, occasionally reaching over to kiss Karina's hand. Haerin, on the other hand, opened the cat cage and cuddled Jennifer.

The adorable brown kitten that Mina had found months ago had officially become Haerin's new best friend. Haerin would take the kitten everywhere on a leash, and it often sat on her shoulders. Despite being a male, Haerin had named the cat Jennifer. But then again, this was Haerin we were talking about.

After a quiet twenty-minute drive, Ryujin pulled into the parking lot near JYP's dorms. Confusion washed over you until you spotted the brunette who owned your heart, patiently waiting at the curb, also clutching a bag.

Mina was dressed in a short black skirt and one of the teal blue hoodies she had borrowed from you during those nights of binge-watching movies with you and Haerin. Your heart fluttered at how effortlessly beautiful she looked, and how your hoodie seemed to fit her better than it did on you.

"Hey," she greeted you with a warm smile as she climbed into the car, with Haerin seated between you.

Despite spending a lot of time with Mina and growing closer since you brought Jennifer home, you still struggled to act normal around the enchanting brown-eyed beauty. The late-night talks and random texts throughout the day only deepened your feelings for her, but you knew Mina saw you solely as a friend.

Hey, hot-stuff," Karina reached back to high-five Mina. "Glad you could join us."

"Anything for the birthday girl," Mina winked at you, finally providing an answer to why you were all crammed into Ryujin's car.

Realization dawned upon you, and you pulled down your sleeves to check your tattoo.

730 days.

You were officially twenty-three, with only two years left.

Time had passed swiftly and stealthily, like an abandoned open shutter in the night, steadily erasing the trails of constellations until they became a blur of light. Mina remained the focus of your camera, and your life revolved around the nights gone and the nights yet to come, all centered around her.

After a quick breakfast stop (Ryujin insisted that traveling on an empty stomach was a big no-no), the five of you continued toward an unknown destination. Exhausted from staying up late to finish the painting you had been working on ever since you regained your color sight, you had accidentally dozed off during the long drive. Meanwhile, the girls chatted about upcoming projects, the world tour, and Haerin's school life, unaware of your fatigue.

Mina couldn't resist stealing glances at you as you nodded off. She was intrigued by every aspect of you, from your appearance to your inner thoughts. She adored how you always made an effort to put others at ease, how you patiently waited for her to gather her thoughts, and how you cared for Haerin like an older sister.

Since meeting you, she found herself unconsciously drawn to you, craving your company throughout each day. The bond she shared with you was pure and genuine. You would spend nights talking about everything under the sun, and you were always the first person she could confide in. With just a single look, you understood her, sensing when something was bothering her. It was as if the two of you were... soulmates.

The dark-haired beauty suspected that you might be her soulmate, but she never mustered the courage to ask you. Mina didn't mind if you were indeed her soulmate; in fact, she would be relieved that it wasn't someone with whom she could never truly connect. However, she was unsure of her feelings for you. She had never felt this way about another girl before, yet thoughts of you consumed her every waking moment.

After a four-hour journey, the car finally came to a stop at Guryongpo Beach. Mina had proposed to take you to the beach for a two-day trip as a surprise, and Ryujin and Karina quickly agreed. You had always been obsessed with the ocean, and would used to spend your summer breaks with Ryujin surfing at the beach when you were young.

Mina knew how much you missed your home, and how much you missed the ocean.

She let out a giggle at the sight of you sleeping, mouth agape and blonde strands of hair cascading across your face. The rest of the girls had excitedly exited the car to stretch their legs and run toward the sandy beach, leaving Mina deep in thought and you completely oblivious to the world around you.

You looked younger when you were sleeping, with your features relaxed and carefree. Mina inched closer, unable to resist studying your face up close. She had never been this near to you, and an overwhelming desire surged within her, urging her to reach out and trace her fingers gently along your cute nose and smooth out the crease between your eyebrows.

Summoning her courage, the idol extended her fingertips slowly. It had always confused and even pained her that you would withdraw or keep your distance whenever she initiated physical contact. She knew you weren't a touchy person, yet you had no problems about hugging Haerin or leaning your head on the shoulders of the couple when you were tired. You could even tolerate Nayeon's overly affectionate cheek kisses (Mina's stomach churned at the thought of Nayeon's lips on your cheeks), but the slightest brush against Mina would cause you to recoil.

It felt as if you were concealing something from her or that the mere idea of touching her unsettled you. The notion that you might despise her gnawed at Mina's heart, but she couldn't complain about it since you were nothing more than friends.

She hesitated, her fingertip hovering mere millimeters from your face, apprehensive about crossing boundaries. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she mustered the courage to gently brush away the strands of hair obscuring your features and tenderly caress your cheek.

The moment her fingertips made contact with your skin, an electric current coursed through her body, shaking her frame, causing her to instinctively retract her hand in shock. A fleeting pain surged through her tattoo, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

You continued to sleep, blissfully unaware, your breath deep and tranquil as if all worries had vanished from your world. Meanwhile, Mina stared at you in shock. She released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and felt an unfamiliar sense of relief wash over her, the first since she had gotten her tattoo. A tingling sensation traveled down her spine, and her heart fluttered as she continued to caress your face. Whatever she felt, she knew deep down that what she felt for you had surpassed mere friendship.

Your eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the soft waves of sensation that danced across your face, as if a myriad of tiny ants were delicately traversing your cheeks. It took a moment for your vision to focus, but when it finally did, you found yourself nearly falling off the backseat of the car in sheer astonishment. Hovering above you was Mina's ethereal presence, framed by a halo of sunlight streaming in from the window.

Shit. Shit. Shit. A surge of panic coursed through you. You sat up abruptly, instinctively pulling away from the idol who had come into contact with your skin. The realization struck you like a lightning bolt—she knew.

Mina could see the panic and fear in your eyes as you stared at her, a whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind. Your knuckles turned white from gripping your legs tightly, and it seemed as though you were about to cry.

“I-“ You blinked back tears, “I’m sorry.”

Mina reached out to hold your hands, but you instinctively withdrew them, creating a visible distance between the two of you.

“What are you sorry for?” She frowned.

"For being your soulmate." You hastily wiped away the tears with the back of your hand. "I promise I won't do anything. I'll even leave if my presence makes you uncomfortable—"

She hurriedly shook her head and interjected, “Stop.”

“Sorry.” You whispered, your face hidden behind your sleeves.

“Well, I’m not.” Mina managed to grab your hands away from your face and held them tightly, not letting go.

“I knew you were dating someone else, so I tried to hide it.” You closed your eyes briefly, a mixture of pain and resignation evident in your voice.

“Honestly, I didn’t like him that much.” Mina brought a hand up to your face again, and softly wiped away a lone tear. “My manager thought he was a safe choice.”

"But-" You attempted to speak, only for Mina to quickly place her fingers upon your lips, effectively silencing you.

"I'm glad it's you." Her words hung in the air, laden with a profound sincerity that echoed through your heart.

You stared at the girl in front of you, surreal about how this was actually happening. You had dreamt during hundreds of restless nights of her possibly liking you back. She was so close now, her warm eyes reflecting golden specks of sunlight, delicate laugh lines forming around her eyes, and a cute mole on her nose. Intoxicated by her presence, you found yourself entranced by the floral fragrance that enveloped you in a comforting embrace.

She gave you a dopey smile, her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip, eyes waning in crescent moons. Leaning in, her proximity caused your heart to skip a beat. With closed eyes, you felt the gentle brush of her soft lips against the tip of your nose, followed by another delicate kiss on your own lips. It felt as if fireworks exploded within you, igniting every nerve in your body.

She was like clear water, always serene, her subtle presence having the power to pull you deeper into her teal-blue abyss.

“Happy Birthday, Cho Y/N” Your soulmate whispered, giggling at the sight of your flushed face.

“I- Give me a minute.” you stammered, still seated, your eyes shut tightly, your face aflame with embarrassment. To calm your frenzied heart, you silently counted to a hundred.

When you finally opened your eyes, Mina was still there sitting patiently in front of you, playing with your hands in her lap, smiling contently at you.

“Is this a dream?” You blurted out, embarrassed.

"Oh, this definitely happened," Mina winked at you, exuding confidence at how flustered you were because of her.

"Need another kiss to make sure?"

Before you could muster a witty retort, a resounding knock on the car door behind you startled both of you.

Turning around hastily, you found Haerin's face pressed against the window, her feline eyes locked onto you. Dressed in a striped bathing suit and clutching an inflatable duck, she had an endearing complaint in her muffled voice.

"Can you go swimming with me? Please? Ryujin and Karina unnie are too busy making out and pretending to build sandcastles," the younger blonde pouted, prompting Mina to coo at her cuteness.

"Sure thing, kiddo," you replied, fumbling with the door before stepping out and closing it after Mina. Retrieving your small film camera from your bag, you affectionately patted Haerin's head. "Let's go!"

Haerin squealed with excitement, pulling Mina along as they sprinted toward the ocean. The sight of the two girls running full speed, their voices filled with exhilaration, stumbling over the couple still kissing in the sand, warmed your heart, and you silently wished for this moment to last a little longer.

As if hearing your silent prayer, Mina turned her head to offer you a breathtaking smile. Raising your camera, you captured the scene, etching this memory forever into film and your mind.

The girl who held the palette of your heart, and the girls who added their vibrant hues to your canvas, danced freely in front of the teal-blue ocean.

After spending several hours on the beach, everyone was thoroughly exhausted. It turned out that Haerin didn't know how to swim, a crucial piece of information you discovered when she accidentally slipped out of the inflatable duck ring and nearly drowned. Taking turns, you and Mina patiently taught her how to float, ensuring she didn't venture too far into the deeper waters.

As you lay in the sand in exhaustion with your eyes closed, the warmth of the sun was suddenly blocked by a looming shadow.

Opening your eyes, you saw a group of people hovering over you.

"Happy Birthday, loser!" Chaeyoung exclaimed, drenching you with a bucket of ice-cold water. Spluttering and coughing, you tried to recover from the unexpected deluge while your coworkers and the members of Twice and ITZY burst into laughter. Mina joined in the laughter, patting your back as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Sorry, bro," Hanni teased, snapping a few photos of your soaked face. "This is too good."

"What are you guys doing here?" you managed to cough out, wiping the water from your eyes. "To celebrate your birthday, silly!" Nayeon and Sana enveloped you in a tight hug, nearly squeezing the life out of you and peppering your face with kisses.

Mina subtly pulled you closer, wrapping her arm around your waist, and gently detaching the two enthusiastic girls from you.

"Calm down, Minari, she's all yours," Nayeon chuckled, amused by the flushed expressions on both your faces.

"Come on, let's get the barbecue started!" Karina called from a nearby patio of a seaside hotel, waving her hands excitedly.

The group raced toward the patio, eagerly anticipating the feast. You and Mina trailed behind, your hands intertwined, swinging playfully between you as you made your way there..

The sun had set, and everyone was laughing and drunk from champagne (except Haerin and Hyein) under the string lights of the patio, dancing, and singing loudly. You leaned your back on the patio railing and took a moment to appreciate the scene, grateful to be surrounded by the people you loved.

“Hey you.” An angelic voice broke through your thoughts.

Mina had changed into a light blue sleeveless dress, her hair adorned with gentle curls from the sea breeze. Her sun-kissed face radiated a natural beauty that captivated you. She held two glasses of champagne, offering one to you.

"Hey." You accepted the glass, meeting her gaze with affection.

"Walk with me?" she asked, a familiar gummy smile gracing her lips as she intertwined her fingers with yours.

"Always."

You quickly scanned the room to check where Haerin was. The younger girl was imitating everything you did that night, and it was driving you insane. From holding Mina’s hand every time you did to trying to drink champagne whenever she saw you holding a glass, Haerin made sure she got everything down to precision. Thankfully, the younger blonde was dozing off in Yeji and Lia’s lap, with Jennifer curled up on her stomach.

“Let’s go.”

The crescent moon illuminated the tides of the ocean as you walked along the beach barefoot, hand in hand. You always thought that the sea at night looked frightening, changing from light blue to an abyss of black, engulfing everything beneath the midnight tides. But with Mina beside you, you could feel nothing but warmth and comfort.

"I wanted some time alone with you," the idol murmured, holding onto your arm and leading you to a blanket she had prepared in advance.

Mina was nervous. She had come on this trip expecting to celebrate your birthday as close friends, but now her thoughts were consumed by the way you looked at her and the sensation of your lips meeting hers. The fluttering in her stomach felt unfamiliar, but she was willing to explore it.

Being with you was as simple as breathing, and that was all she wanted. Simplicity.

You looked tenderly at her as you sat down on the blanket, eyes shining underneath the moonlight. Sensing her nervousness, you reached out and took her hand, running your thumb gently on the back of her hand, soothing her.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” She swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at you.

“I think I like you, but I never felt this about a girl before and I don’t know what to do.”

You nodded in understanding, waiting patiently for her to finish.

"I'm scared. You're always on my mind, and I think of you in everything I do. This feeling is so new to me," Mina rambled, exposing the jumble of thoughts within her. "I don't know what steps to take next."

“Hey, it’s okay.” You pulled the shorter girl into your embrace. “We can be anything you want us to be. If it’s a friend you need, I will be your friend.”

Mina shook her head in objection, “I want to be more than friends. I’m just scared.”

“Then we don’t have to label ourselves.” You said gently. You knew that Itinerants didn’t feel the connection as strongly as Waywards do, and if Mina was not ready, you were okay with that. If she was never ready, you would accept her choice, even if it meant you eventually fading away.

“We don’t have to establish the connection, so please don’t worry about it too much.”

"But won't that mean you..." Mina's words trailed off as you silenced her with a quick brush of your lips against hers.

"We'll worry about that later," you whispered.

She blushed and nodded shyly, surprised at your sudden boldness.

Suddenly remembering something, Mina quickly reached for a basket behind you that you failed to notice when you got there. a small cupcake adorned with white icing and colorful sprinkles, along with a single candle.

She lit up the candle and brought it to your face.

Smiling her gummy smile, the idol started to sing the tune to the cliché Birthday song, still somehow managing to take you away with her angelic voice. The light of the candle illuminated her face, and all you could see is her, all you could think about was her.

"Make a wish, Y/N," Mina whispered, her tender brown eyes locking with yours.

Closing your eyes, you blew out the candle, sending a silent wish into the universe.

Curiosity filled the air as Mina asked, "What did you wish for?"

“If I told you, it wouldn’t come true.” You said teasingly.

“You only keep the last one a secret,” Mina whined, eyes widening and pouting.

“Fine.” You relented, “I wished for you to kiss me.”

“Easy.” She responded, her arms encircling your neck as she drew closer, lips meeting yours tenderly. You pulled her onto your lap, wrapping your arms around her delicate waist. The kiss deepened, her lips slightly parted, capturing your bottom lip between hers.

Time seemed to stop as the kiss continued, both of you lost in the exhilaration of the moment. Eventually, you pulled away, catching your breath. Mina let out a soft whine in protest, her lips instinctively following yours, unwilling to let the connection break.

Laughing in joy, you looked at the celestial being in your arms.

She blushed, pupils dilated in excitement, as she hid her burning face in the crook of your neck.

You had wished for more time. You wished for everything to move slower.

You had called out to the fates before you blew the candle,

Please let me keep this piece of happiness for a bit longer.

Mina was home, and you were willing to go to any length to ensure her happiness. You would travel across space just to pick her favorite constellations and navigate vast oceans just to see her smile.

She was the tranquil teal blue waters, and you were the sail without oars, willingly allowing her to take you anywhere she wanted to go.

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mqole · 9 months

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hbjhkgvhj ok here are uh. some character designs i did abt a year ago

these are all based on the incredible @kayzero's fic zero win game, which is a rewrite of ztd with akane as the protagonist, and it has possibly THE BEST characterization of akane ive ever read- listen just. just go read it you will be enriched i promise.

im not putting an image description bc i dont know where to start (sorry!!) BUT ill put a bunch of character design notes below the cut for people who are insane like me <3333

ok first of all. i know when i sent these to kay the other day they said there were some details canon to zwg that i missed (akane's lil hoodie pocket, aoi wearing white to contrast junpei's black (which is SO inspired btw.)) so just. PRETEND those are there bc i forgor <3

i spent the most time on sigma, phi, akane, junpei and aoi just because they've had multiple iterations of designs. it was fun to take bits and pieces from each version of them, so thats why they get a feature page

you can see a lot of my little pink notes with criticisms of the ztd designs there. in general, i really dont like the ztd designs, they all feel unnaturally bland to me (although thats probably also the artstyle).

most people whove looked into the colour symbolism in zero escape are probably familiar with the whole red/blue thing: that is, theyre colours representing the morphogenetic field. akane and aoi are the most obvious examples of this. 'aka' means red, and 'ao' means blue. in the first nonary game, akane and clover wear red - the colour for transmitters - and aoi and light wear blue, the colour for recievers. in 999 proper, akane wears purple, to symbolise how she can recieve AND transmit, while junpei wears red and blue by themselves. you can do a whole analysis of these colours and i will not put it here thats a whole SEPERATE post

anyway! the actual designs!! i'll start with sigma. i wanted to reconcile his vlr design with zero ii's design, and initially i planned on giving him a coat, but it didnt really have a nice silhouette, so i ditched that idea. instead, i turned his jumpsuit from vlr into a polo shirt - much like what he has in ztd - and gave him some zero-y accessories: the white turtleneck, the belt and the gloves all come from zero's design. once id included the white turtleneck, making the pants white felt really logical. in character design, its generally best to limit the palette of colours as much as you can, so it was a good excuse to reuse a colour while also paying homage to his ztd design. i also cut his hair bc hes a scientist and he'd do that.

phi's design is a lot more like her vlr one than her ztd design. the blue coat was her hallmark accessory, and im shocked that they ditched it for ztd, so i gave it back - along with her boots and hair accessory. i kept her pants and glasses from ztd, as well as the way the bottom of her shirt is tucked into her pants. they just have a much nicer silhouette to me. between my first pass of colours and my second pass, phi's colours changed the most - i realised i had too many blue guys in the lineup, and wanted to make the colours stand out individually. so i leaned into phi's orange-ness. giving her hair accessory, pants and boots an orange hue instead of a blue one, as well as shifting her coat to a more teal colour really helped make those colours pop.

AKANE MY BESTIE!!!! her design was probably the one i had the most fun with. i basically just took her ztd design and purpled it. I did want to include some more details though - her neck scarf was in both her 999 AND vlr design, so it felt wrong not to include it. i also added some gold highlights to her design, just to complement the purple - her boots are also toned yellow, so it felt fitting. the cut of her sleeves, as well as her hair, felt really natural: i gave her the side ponytail from ztd, while letting more of her hair fall to the side to retain her silhouette from 999. i stole the sleeves wholesale from vlr akane, but can you blame me. look at that robe. its so pretty.

overall i have mixed feelings on ztd junpei as a character, but i think his darker turn is at the very least a fun direction to take him. I do like the jacket he has in his concept art. IT SURE WOULD BE NICE IF THE MODEL ALSO HAD A JACKET. his design went relatively unchanged overall, i basically just retoned his hair, gave him a button-up instead of a t-shirt, and puffered his jacket. the red and blue from his vest in 999 is reused here, but in darker, more muted tones. you can see in the corner of the drawing i played around with swapping the red and blue, but the red focus felt too edgy for junpei. the blue also pops really nicely against his dark clothes, so i kept it.

anyone who has spoken to me for more than ten seconds will know how insane i am about aoi kurashiki i mean come on my name is santa. i think a lot about his two designs: that of the first nonary game and in 999. in the first nonary game he wears a blue scarf, harkening to his role as a reciever, but in 999 he wears monochrome. my personal interpretation of this is that his 999 fit was him purposefully disguising his connection to the morphogenetic field. so post-999, since he doesnt have to worry about that, i gave him his blue back!!! his general fit is the same- his pants and shoes are artistry so obviously i kept those, and i ended up making the rest of his look black to contrast his 999 design. if i were to redesign him now wearing white, id probably go a different direction altogether. that third little drawing ive included has some test outfits for him, carlos, and maria, but i never really went anywhere with them. also i gave him dark roots to show his relation to akane a bit more. and also because i like projecting my roots always grow back SO fast

that brings us to the 4 characters introduced after vlr: carlos, mira, diana, and... maria??? yeah like i said go read zero win game. do it. maria is such a fun character. she was, coincidentally, ALSO the only character where i had to design someone from scratch. you can see i fiddled a little with colour palettes, trying to figure out how to give every character a unique look. diana and carlos' designs actually go almost unchanged here- i think dianas design in particular is actually pretty great, and works as a nice foil to luna in vlr. carlos is just kind of normal. he can have his silly polo shirt.

miras ztd design is. ugh ok look its FINE but i hate the boobie designs in zero escape because they always feel like they were designed seperately from the character. mira in zwg is still a sussy baka, but she's a lot more cordial- i enjoyed seeing her more as a snake lying in the grass. I ended up giving her green because its a fun colour to give characters who youre meant to distrust. SO MANY TIMES reading zwg i was like "oh maybe mira's chill - oh wait maybe shes not - oh wait maybe shes chill again" and i love her for that honestly. she still gets boobies because i love women but i gave her a fun little long sleeved corset top. the amount of skin she shows directly correlates to the amount you should trust her (i am only half joking.)

i wont talk about diana because honestly the only change i made was giving her a little blue strip at the bottom of her skirt, but i'll talk about maria and carlos together. carlos i kept as a little pink boy because i love him and i love pink and listen its my character design ill do what i want. maria in ztd AND in zwg experiences reverie syndrome, which is connected to the morphogenetic field. her and carlos' designs both incorporate red and blue again- (just realised diana also has red and blue. pretend that was intentional) -to show their connection to the field. yes yes i know its pink but listen its red enough. like aoi, i gave maria and carlos both different iterations of their designs. i'm less sold on carlos', but i did actually like the baggier, heavy designs for maria. with those ones she looks more depressed than she does wearing overalls, so im calling that a win. maria's was the design i was least satisfied with overall, but hey i did these like a year and a half ago and ive gotten much better since then soo.

if youve read this far this is once again a reminder to read zero win game by kayzero on ao3

#mq arts #zero escape #999 #virtue's last reward #zero time dilemma #zero escape spoilers #999 spoilers #vlr spoilers #undescribed

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koszmarnybudyn · 1 year

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Giving you an excuse to info dump about the magical girl au all you want bc I think it’s so cool and wanna hear ur inspiration for the designs

Okay here is the info dump I promise. Also thank you for all the tags they were all very nice, and they really push me to create more :)

Normal: As I always say with his design its winx and cheerleader inspired, I already dweled on the first one in a previous post so I'm gonna skip that.

I really wanted to incorporate a star motive in his costume (thus the star top which I adore but was a pain to choose colors for), because I just think it fits him very well, he does lose some of the teenie memorabilia (without the SD for san dimas and the T's in his design) because I thought it is reminicent of his departure from the costume, yet it comes after his "trying not to be himself" phase (the third outfit) so it does bring back the previous colors.

He has teal as his main color because I really like the idea of the Oaks being green, but because ge doesn't quite fit (and because he is the new generation pc) he gets mix of blue and green which is teal (also because blue and white are the schools colors but i only found that out later).

His "trying not to be himself" costume brings in elements of the others costumes, with the chunky shoes and wings from Normal, he is trying to his friends yet pieces of himself still poje through. It has red and blue for Taylor, purple for Scary and yellow and white from Link.

I imagine this look comes after his confrontation with his dad (I want him to try to not be a magical girl for a while, like with the dance arc, and when he tries to transform after his outfit glitches and his powers malfunction, later it turns into this when fightning before he has his realization and it goes to the powerup version).

The last outfit is just his everyday (I considered drawing the teenie suit but It didn't fit on the page unfortunetly lol), I imagine he wears a lot off school merch because he still misses teenie (and yes it still very much stinks).

I think he looks the most like the classic magical girl, I really enjoy the poofy skirt because I didn't draw a lot of skirts here (it either defies logic or has shorts underneath because a skirt is not practical)

Scary: again I think I talked about the first outfit previously, I did tweak the colors and design a little bit (I struggled with the hair color a bit) but nothing very major changed.

She has purple and red (classic villian colors because she is cool and edgy). I think I started this before the betrayl but the second powerup outfit definitly happens after the reveal.

She has a lot of punk and rock influance in her outfit (and yes the platforms are impractical but they do add to the vibe). She gets cool chains but no wings. Also the prop is the Kellog knife.

Her everyday outfit is one I designed a while ago yet really like (I actually made a Scary doll and She wears the same one).

Taylor: god this was such a hassle for color choices it was terrible, just hard to draw in general and I did the Hermie powerup too many details abomination.

He gets flaiming hair like his dad, its also blue like his dad. Its definitly sailor moon inspired (I'm debating whenether Hero hates super gero Taylor or likes him, either way she does point out the sailor moon similarities either as an insult for being unoriginal or as an admiration thing because she does like sailor moon) (I just realized if I make Hero a superhero she gets the tuxedo mask inspired design for sure).

There was samurai inspiration in this (thanks Usagi chronicles you have ridden my mind) and his second outfit has a very faint flower pattent which I really like.

I think apart from power up link he has the most armor. He does get wings but they are tiny and don't really work at first but then do in his power up. Which he might get after going to hell. He does get a tail which I forgot to draw and his ears get pointer (he does also have fangs which Scary is jealous of).

He gets a staff in classical magical girl fashion (and because of his sword staff) and a katana which he does summon and do cool anime stuff with, and it does catch in flames. I really enjoy the Taylor is disabled headcanon thus the staff and i do think he has compressors in his costume.

Hermie: my boy changes designs way too aften, there is his everyday pre magic (he does get the joker stuff still).

He is a magical girl that kinda just joins the gang and is kinda a trickster, Taylor and Normal don't realize he is actually Hermie for a while (Normal doesn't know the longest) while Link and Scary know very quickly (Link is annoyed at Normal for not realizing it and it becomes a gag).

There is his 1 magical girl outfit (its practiclly the same to my previous drawings of him as nothing really changed), then there is his accident outfit (he gets it after the cheese accident), his two-face arc (also talked and shown this one previously), his after the accident everyday and then his power up.

God does it have many details, there is joker, poison ivy and two-face as inspiration in it (his hat has leaves for ivy and coins for two-face). He gets two eyes in his mask and more trickstery look in ode to his father scam. I was really inspied by court jesters and harlequins. I like how he ends up looking like a fea. Oh also question marks for riddler.

He is a silly little guy and I adore him but drawing that again will be a pain.

Link: finally my boy, after Normal he was the second finished drawing. I had a slight problem with his colors, finally picking almost white, yellow and really light green.

His norma outfit is the most practical and soccer players inspired. He gets cool lightning and angel imagery (I really enjoy his contrast with Scary with her purple and black and his yellow and white). He gets cool glowing eyes because I am a sucker for inhuman traits.

His second outfit is very palladin-y, I think the lightning kinda looks like corruption which I really enjoy, he also probablly gets it after Scary's betrayl.

There is gold and copper in his design as accents. The wing shoes were hermies inspired. He gets a glowing sword. I really enjoy some of the biblical imaginery he looks connected to.

Like I said I might honestly make more refrence sheets (I am working on kiddads designs and some other charakters, escpecially villains, but that is a bit harder for me to design so we'll see). Anyway hope this wasn't too ranty and feel free to ask anything or add ideas.

Also thank you @rooolt for giving me an excuse to infodump I am a sucker for charakter design and analysis so its very nice to rant about my choices.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #normal oak #link li wilson #hermie the unworthy #taylor swift dndads #scary marlow #scary marlowe #dndads magical girl au #magical girls #magical girl #it was really late when i posted this yesterday so the rant is today #i really like this au and i hope i do more for it #but only time will tell #i think i might melt if people do more stuff for it

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just-a-cup-of-anxietea · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag @the---hermit ! 💕

Nickname: tbh i don't really have one? Some friends call me b. Just the letter b. (Short for Bea.) Others call me Emma or Sara bc for some reason people seem to mistake me for those names fairly frequently. Like a weird amount. Neither of those even slightly resemble Grace, but i guess they still count as nicknames?

Sign: Cancer

Height: somewhere around 5'7? 5'8?

Last thing I googled: EDC removal biodegradation

Song stuck in my head: Fired My Therapist by Madelline

No. of followers: on this account it's a pleasant 198!! Love you guys! 💕💕

Amount of sleep: 2 hrs. Help. Akjxkajska

Lucky number: 3, 7, 11, 12

Dream job: probably like a museum or hotel guest services specialist. Working with people directly to teach them about local wildlife and natural history while also still having highly variable days that allow me to work within a WIDE skill set. I think I'd also really like consulting as a sustainable design specialist! Or being a professor! Or scientific diving! Or-!

Wearing: Very comfy teal-ish pajama pants + yellow shirt + pinkish peach sweatshirt

Movies/books that summarize you: BOOKS: The Martian by Andy Weir, The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges, The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan, Instant Karma AND Cress by Marissa Meyer, Journey to the Center of The Earth by Jules Verne, Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell, Brain on Fire by Susannah Cahalan, Silent Spring by Rachel Carson. MOVIES: Princess Bride, Moana, Finding Nemo, Frozen, The Sound of Music

Favorite song: Take the Weight by Kristin Stokes and Rob Rokicki. (Subject to change in the next 30-1300 seconds)

Aesthetic: morning light shining through crystals in windows and casting rainbows all around a room. Water splashing up and sparkling in the light during an early morning paddle out to a quiet surfing spot. overgrown jungle trails teeming with unusual life. Paint stains on old t-shirts and paintbrushes tucked into perpetually wild hair. Well-worn field guides, pocket-sized sketch pads, multi tools long since broken in, creased maps covered in scrawled writing, and pages and pages of notes (with exclamation points aplenty) on how to read the land, sea, and sky. Stacks of books lovingly arranged and filled with homemade book marks (paint swatches with doodles inked on). Dream destinations tacked up on the wall. Musical instruments and songbooks in every corner. Whiteboards with doodles and architectural sketch ideas with arrows pointing to hastily written acronyms and questions. Laptop with one million tabs open. Leg always bouncing, eyes always starry, shoes always tied tightly ready for the next adventure. Always humming. Faint smell of green tea and vanilla.

Favorite authors: Marissa Meyer, Rick Riordan, Neal Shusterman, Rachel Carson

Favorite animal noise: when my dog gets really excited she does this lil grunting thing that sounds a bit like a contented Berkshire pig. She's so weird i love her so much.

Random: I have a long term goal of watching all the Disney movies in the primary language of the country in which they’re set, so I’m trying to learn like All The Languages. It’s a lot but it’s FUN. The University of Hawaii at Manoa sent me a copy of Moana in Hawaiian like a year ago and I’m STILL freaking out about it ITS SO COO L.

No pressure tagging: @daydreaming-optimist @contre-qui @seasoftea @sttchingllies @oceanok @willowstea @thiscolorfulmess @suckstobehuman @whats-in-a-username @silhouette-of-sarah @humble-boness @earlymoderngothic @cheshire-castle-library @noa-the-physicist @backtomycorner @permanentreverie @notetaeker and anyone else who wants to join in!

#tagged #tag game #get to know me!#Grace speaks

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siriuslyceleste · 3 years

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Hi maybe a Hermione x Reader(Female) Takes place during prisoner of Askaban and maybe Hermione has a huge huge crush on Reader and maybe they bond throughout the year and They get together :) (sorry if it’s confusing)

Flustered - Hermione Granger

(Part one of a new series)

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Pairing - Hermione Granger x Fem! reader

Summary - You’ve known Hermione since your second year at hogwarts but suddenly start to feel new things about the intelligent girl. You think your feelings are hidden but due to being a metamorphagus, your hair often gives you away.

A/N - Wow my first time writing!! I had so much fun with this and decided to make the main character a metamorphagus because it reminded me of my desired reality where I am one. i’m sorry if this is horrible. I’m making this into a series so the title will make sense later. But I hope this isn’t too bad and someone enjoys it! Constructive criticism is welcome just please don’t be mean i’m sensitive :)

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“Y/n!” you jumped at the sudden noise, causing your hair to flash a lime green. As you walked into the leaky cauldron, you turned around to be smuggled in a Weasley twin sandwich as your hair then turned to violet. “Hello boys, how was the trip?” you asked. As they rambled on about Egypt, something caught your attention.

You almost didn’t recognize hermione. She looked so much older. You had met her through the twins, Hermione being their little brother's best friend. You’d known the Weasleys since birth. You were introduced to them by your godfather and guardian Remus Lupin, or as you liked to call him, moony. You instantly became closest to the twins, despite the one year age difference. You didn’t realize how long you’d been staring at the girl until George began waving his hand in front of your face, making your hair flash a bright magenta when you realized what you were doing. “Did you hear a word we said?” Fred asked. You suddenly found the floorboards very interesting as you braced yourself for the questions you knew were coming. To your surprise, the questions never came and your hair turned back to its usual royal blue as they pulled you along.

After the twins showed you to your room upstairs they sat with you there for a little while. You were putting down your bags in silence until you heard Fred's voice. “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you that Hermione and Ginny are staying in here with you”, and there your hair went to a teal shade. Why were you so nervous? You had known Hermione since she came to Hogwarts in your second year and being around her wasnt new but now it felt different. The sound of George's voice broke you out of your thoughts when he asked, “what’s up with the green?”, pointing to your hair. You responded by shrugging your shoulders and holding out a strand of hair. “Teal not green georgie” you teased.

Hermione staying in the room with you turned out to be mostly uneventful other than the many times you would catch her looking at you. Everytime you did, she would immediately blush and turn away, making you smirk to yourself, not noticing your hair turning a light pink. Once she was asleep in the next bed over, you couldn’t help but study her features. Her beautiful golden brown hair and her rosy cheeks. As you sat there admiring her you slowly drifted off to sleep.

You were woken up by hushed voices. You couldn’t fully make out every word but you were positive you heard ginny whisper-yell, “you have a crush on her! there’s no other explanation mione”. That sentence alone was enough to make the butterflies in your stomach go wild. But what if she was talking about someone else and not you? You didn’t think that they noticed you were awake until you heard Hermione shush Ginny in a frantic manner. Then you realized your hair had turned from a light blue to a mix between pink and yellow, damn it.

“o-oh morning y/n'' Ginny says in a somewhat fearful tone as she gives you a sheepish smile. You start moving to get out of bed while your mind is still racing with thoughts of the conversation you overheard minutes ago.

“Morning gin, morning mione” you say in between yawns. Hermione blushes at you saying her name and the fact that you had a smirk plastered on your face while you studied her. You had no clue what had changed and why you were suddenly seeing her in such a different way. There was just something about her that as soon as you looked at her you felt giddy.

You haven’t been one to swoon or chase after anyone since last year, your first heartbreak. You had been secretly dating a girl named Lily for 6 months. It was great until one of her friends became suspicious of the two of you and Lily said, in defense, that you disgusted her and that she would never date a girl. You understood she didn’t want the secret getting out but she could’ve just denied the statement instead of saying all of that. Love and dating seem quite scary after that.

“Mom says we need to leave soon so hurry and pack up” Ginny says. Then she proceeded to grab Hermione and drag her out of the door. You chuckled as Hermione turned around and gave you a scared smile while being pulled away.

Next thing you knew you were back on platform 9 3/4. Molly was rushing everyone to get to the train as you and the twins were having a conversation about the infamous Sirius black. Of course you had heard about it, everyone had, but you didn’t think his escape would end up affecting you. It definitely confused you how the man seemed so familiar when you saw him in that poster, but you decided not to think too much of it.

Once you got on the train you realized how full it already was. It was hard to find a cabin that wasn’t already full. You decided to sit with Harry, Ron and Hermione because the twins had already run off somewhere and you didn’t feel like searching for them. The four of you finally found a cabin with only one other person.

“Who do you think that is?” Ron asked, followed by Hermione saying “Professor R. J. Lupin”.

“Wait Lupin?” you asked, and Hermione nodded. “moony!” you exclaimed as you started shaking him to wake him up. It had been a couple weeks since you last saw him.

“Oh hey kiddo” he said in a sleepy tone. Once you had put up your bags you decided to sit next to Hermione. You began gazing out the window to see how poor the weather was until the train came to a stop. Then the lights flickered off and you felt a chill run over you. Then the train jerked forward and you absentmindedly grabbed Hermione's hand. You looked up at each other blushing furiously but both of you were too scared to let go. That's when you saw a cloaked figure open the door and you immediately got up in front of Hermione. Your senses started going fuzzy and all you could focus on was the screaming that felt like would never stop. Then suddenly everything went black.

#hermione granger x reader #hermione x reader #hermione granger #hermione fanfiction #hogwarts #harry potter #hermione x fem!reader #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

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iloveitwhen · 4 years

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First Meetings

I really should have posted this a long long time ago but.............. oh well.

@jasonette-july-2k20

Sibling Jasonette

The first time he met Marinette he was pissed, she looked nothing like him! How dare she claim to be the daughter of his mother.

“Listen, little girl,” he snarled at the dark haired teenager who stood calmly in front of him, “I don’t care how you got that name but I do not have a sister.”

“Don’t the eyes match?” she asked emotionless, staring at him in a challenge. Jason was startled and took a better look at hers and felt the blood drain from his face. She was right, despite only meeting his mother for a short time he committed the face in his memory, the girl shared the same shaped rose lips, small nose, and shade of blue eyes that matched not only his mothers but his own.

“My father was another doctor in Ethiopia, I was five when Shiela died and I was sent to live with my biological father’s sister and her husband in France.” She took a deep breath, “look. You don’t have to believe me but I wanted to let you know, I think people deserve the decency to know these things.” She adjusted the strap of her backpack on her back and turned to leave. “I’m sorry you didn’t want me for a sister.” she says as she walks away.

Jason stands there for a moment, he doesn’t know if he wants to believe it, but she had proof on her face that held his mother’s features. Could she only be after him for his connection to Bruce? Was she really his sister?

Sister.

He had to make sure.

“Wait!” he stepped outside of his apartment and looked down the hallway the way she walked but she was already gone. He quickly shut his door and chased after her, letting his long legs bound over the running children down the hall. He skidded to a halt when he came to the reception desk.

“Did a teenage girl with black pigtails just walk out of here?” he shouts at Riley, the receptionist who nods vigorously noticing his panic. He runs out and looks around the small area, luckily he was taller than most people and could easily look over the heads of the few people who were around in the early morning. Unluckily she had disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared.

“Shit!”

“You know it’s not polite to curse.” Jason whipped around and found the girl was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

“You played me.”

She shrugged, “you wouldn’t listen to me and I wasn’t sure if you’d come down or not to be honest.” then she pushed herself off the wall and gave him a bright smile and laughed a little, completely different from how she was acting before at his door, “I am glad you came though!”

This girl was throwing him for a loop.

“How do I know you're telling the truth? And what do you want?” she gave him a quizzical look.

“We can do a blood test, and I don’t want anything from you!” she said as if it was the most scandalous thing. “I would never do such a thing, I just wanted to meet you.” she gave another, more soft smile, it was quite disarming and Jason got the distinct realization that this girl could be very dangerous.

---

The first time he met Ladybug he was quite confused. She was standing in front of him in the filthiest part of Gotham in a strange red and black polka dotted superhero spandex suit with thick brown accents. Just who did she think she was running around in that suit. He eyed her warily, she had a similar face shape as his sister except she was taller and had big brown eyes and white hair crafted into twin braided tails that fell down to her waist.

“Please, Red Hood.”

"Look. I don't know you, you could be some evil mastermind for all I care, and besides, I'm really not the person you should ask. Even if this all is real I have anger issues and hearing about this guy really fuels my desire to kill the bastard." He shakes his head and shrugs. "I don't know what to tell you, I'm not even the best detective, actually, I might be the worst out of the bunch." He turns to leave but the girl calls him back.

"Wait. You can help, I sought you out specifically, and you are also quite good at keeping secrets and this definitely needs to be kept a secret. We already know who is behind the mask but we need proof and that's where you come in. We need help, please, just think about it. I'll be here in two days at the same time for your answer. If you decide to help bring a bag with a few changes of clothes and whatever you need."

"I'll think about it."

She nodded and gave him a sad smile before turning and yelling, "voyage!" And stepping through a portal.

Weird. Well at least he’d be able to see his sister, she did live in Paris after all. For a moment he thought that Ladybug could be Marinette but shook his head she would have told him about bleaching her hair, not to say that she wouldn’t be the type to hero around but there was just no way, Jason wasn’t that unlucky.

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Red Hood waited at the agreed upon spot with a duffle bag on the ground at his feet when the weird hero chick opened a portal and stepped through.

“Red Hood!” she says, relief passing through her features and she spots his duffle and looks at him with excitement in her eyes. “Have you decided to help?” she asks with a hopeful smile.

Red Hood grunts in response before threatening, “look, I don’t kill kids but if this is some sort of joke I might break my rules.” But instead of looking scared she sighed in relief, keeping her smile.

“Thank you Red.” Jason’s heart broke a little at the utmost gratitude from her voice, like no one ever bothered to help her when she asked for it. Before she could say another word the round thing on her hip beeped and when she opened it she grimaced.

“We have an akuma attack. Come on, I want you to watch but stay out of sight.” she called “voyage” again like last time and a portal appeared but she looked back at him and added, “please stay out of this fight, we have this handled and you will get in the way.” He nodded and they stepped through.

She had portaled them to the top of a tall building, it was nighttime in Paris when it was dusk at Gotham and in the distance he saw the Eiffel Tower getting picked up by a giant kid who looked about six years old but was half the size of the Eiffel Tower itself that he just chucked. Behind the mask Jason's brows went high and his jaw dropped.

“Don’t worry,” the girl reassured him. “Gigantitan isn’t too bad, just a poor kid who gets akumatized regularly. Dismount.”

“Dismo-?” Jason began but was caught off guard by the flash of teal colored light surrounding the girl. In place of the suit from before she stood in a mostly black suit with red and black polka dots covering her arms and torso, the bottom was black with a thick red stripe around her ankles and black under her forearms and palms. Her hair had changed to black with short pigtails and her eyes blue.

“What the f-”

“Stay out of sight, I’ll come back for you.” She pulled the round thing off her hip and started swinging it in a circle by a string, was that a yoyo?, and swung off after the giant baby child. Jason was slightly panicked, she just transformed in a flash of light and looked like his sister when they first met. Marinette had outgrown the pigtails and now usually wore her hair down, in braids, or in buns. And her eyes were blue. Jason shook his head of the thought, this Ladybug must have just made the pigtails popular, and plenty of people have blue eyes. He then ran after the hero to get a closer look without getting in the way.

He saw two more heroes trying to keep the monster contained when they converged to meet up with the Ladybug. He decided to get closer and leaped across the rooftops till he could see and hear the heroes working clearly but was also out of the way.

It was clear Ladybug was the leader, she barked orders while joining the fight as well. It was a quick win but the weirdest part wasn’t when the giant-baby-thing was enveloped in purple goo and shrunk to reveal a young six year old boy, it was when the girl tossed something in the air and a burst of little flying things came out of nowhere and magically fixed everything, including the destroyed Eiffel Tower. Jason was very confused. Sure he’d seen some crazy things over the years but that didn’t mean it was any less strange. He observed how they surrounded the boy and comforted him, soon the blonde haired man in the all black suit and cat ears gathered the boy in his arms and bounded away, likely taking the boy home. The black spotted hero with her third partner, pointing to the place he was told to stay and they both sprouted wings and flew in that direction.

“Hey!” he called out, stepping into the light. The two heroes looked over and started in his direction. They landed softly on the roof and their wings disappeared into wisps of white smoke.

“Red Hood I told you too-”

“I know, I know, I just wanted to get a better look. I think I need a lot more explaining.”

The leader nodded then gestured to her partner, “this is Hornet, Hornet, this is Red Hood.”

He looked her over as she did him, her suit was mostly black as well, her torso was black with burnt yellow along the seams in honeycomb shapes and in the same color she had several diagonal lines down her legs. She also had a mask like his though it resembled a bee’s head.

“Nice mask,” Hornet commented, her voice wasn’t muffled as it should have been and Jason nodded his thanks.

“Yours is a lot cooler.” He paused for a moment then continued, “I know it’s late here so we can meet up some other time so you kids can get some rest, I can have an explanation later.” Ladybug’s eyebrow quirked up but she nodded.

“Thanks. Hornet will lead you to the hotel you’ll be staying. Don’t worry, it’ll be safe, no one will find your identity.”

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The second time he met Marinette, well, let’s just say the magic that conceals the identities of the Miraculous holders did not work on Jason.

I did a second part that technically follows this and explains how Mari and Jason are related

Soulmates Day 2

#sibling jasonette #maribat #jasonette july

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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Sundress Seductress// Luke Hemmings

Twin @spicycal and I bounced this idea back and forth and we had to write it! We’re so excited to share it with you all! Check hers out here but to clarify this is not a Cake fic! You’ll see why ;)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: smut, slight voyeurism, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (always be safe!)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. *copyright is listed at end*

Enjoy! :)

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Since you first met Luke, there was no denying the attraction you both shared for each other. He was the first amongst the guys to catch your eye. His tall frame, broad shoulders, blond curls and sky blue eyes made your heart flutter. While he caught your attention, Calum caught the eye of your best friend.

The first few times you all hung out, you felt like a fool and acted like one around Luke. You stammered over your words a lot because you got lost in his eyes and his intimidating stature even though his personality was that of a golden retriever puppy. You swooned every time.

As time went on and you got closer and more comfortable, you began to tease each other light heartedly. You’d call him a tree and he’d call you munchkin because of how small you are compared to him. He’d come up behind you and rest his forearm on your head because you’re the “perfect height for an armrest.” And he’d smirk and you’d pretend to be offended but secretly you loved it each time he did it.

Your flirtationship grew and grew, just as your best friend and Calum’s did as well. They were always goofing off and laughing about inside jokes no one else ever wanted to understand. Many nights you’d stay up on the phone nitpicking each other’s interactions trying to decipher any hidden meanings. You always came up short.

You both figured if they liked you, they’d make the first move and that’d be that.

One night while you were all over at Calum’s with the rest of the guys, Luke was being more flirty than normal. He kept wanting to compare hand sizes and leaned on you more than usual.

“What’s gotten into you?” you giggle when he wraps his arm around your neck pulling you against him, your hand holds onto his chest. He’s very warm and you can feel his heart thud beneath his teal silk shirt. A shirt that makes his eyes dance and your knees weak as you gaze up at him.

“You haven’t,” he grins and you scrunch your nose at his attempted sexual innuendo.

“You want me in you?” you laugh.

“Well, I’d prefer to be in you,” he smirks, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, “but I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“Oh yeah? I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

He shrugs, a dazed smile on his face until someone calls his name. With a quick, wet kiss to your forehead, he leaves you to speak with them and you’re flushed. What the hell was that?

***

It’s been a hot four days in LA and it will only get hotter so you were out shopping with your best friend for sundresses to wear. They kept you cool in the blazing sun and Michael was throwing a BBQ this weekend, putting his DJ skills to the test for entertainment while the pool was open.

She was telling you of the most recent encounter she had with Calum and you listened intently but also a bit distracted from Luke texting you. Just recently you began sending each other playful texts.

It stemmed from a few nights ago when you were having a girls night of going to dinner and a bar for some drinks to let loose. You had on a dusty rose body-suit with lace along the bodice paired with jean shorts and black boots. You felt great, you looked great, and with the amount of drinks you’ve already had you were feeling pretty great as well.

Feeling bold, you went to the bathroom of the bar and snapped a pic in front of the large oval mirror above the sink. The lighting in the bathroom made your skin glow. With your hand on your waist, hip jutted out and your head cocked, you stuck your tongue out at your reflection and sent it to Luke. Swaying slightly in your boots, you examined the picture more closely and thought you looked hot.

You took a few more in different poses, peace sign above your head, your back facing the mirror so you looked behind yourself and then a selfie with your tongue sticking out, the camera angled perfectly at your cleavage.

It wasn’t until you got home that Luke responded to your little photoshoot and you were giddy at what his response would be.

Fuck, you look good

Then he started sending pictures back. Not long after that, the pictures turned into scenarios and late night confessions of secret attraction. Your stomach filled with butterflies when you found out the attraction was mutual.

“Hey, what do you think of this one?” your best friend asks, nudging you harshly in the shoulder.

Your attention was fixed on Luke’s most recent text, it was a picture of him shirtless lying on his bed, his phone held at arm's length so you could see his chest.

Wish you were here

“Hm? Oh, um,” you look at the dress in question that is held between her fingers. It’s speckled blue with pretty wildflowers scattered about and a high slit that comes up just underneath the waist. “Wow, I love it!”

“Me too,” she giggles then smirks. “What’s on your phone that’s so interesting?”

“Umm, Luke’s just texting me,” you smile slyly. You reply back: yeah, why’s that?

“Are you guys still sexting?”

“I wouldn’t classify it as sexting, it’s very PG-13,” you defend just as your phone buzzes.

“Yeah?” she quirks her eyebrow then holds out her palm, “then what’d he say right now?”

You glance down at your phone and unlock it. His response makes your cheeks heat up and your heart beats erratically in your chest. You took a deep breath and read aloud his response,

“So you can join me in the shower, conserve water and all that.”

Then you gasp at the picture he sent. He’s in his bathroom now leaning against the sink with his arm on the mirror so it shows off his thin but muscular bicep, his stomach taut. He’s smirking at you in that charming way he does and your eyes slide down his torso, the treasure trail leads down to his pubic area that you can see a little bit of his shaft.

You gulp.

“Honey, that is not PG-13.”

***

Before the BBQ, your best friend sent you a very in depth text about how you can both get Calum and Luke to make a move. You stared at her plan for a solid two minutes, mulling it over and thinking of all the ramifications. Yet it also made you think of the potential perks that could go along with it.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you look at your sundress you chose. It’s a dandelion yellow with clear buttons all down the front. It’s short and fun and you chew your lip thinking over her plan once more. Luke sends you a text saying he can’t wait to see you with a winky face and it made up your mind.

With a big sigh and a look of determination at your reflection, you lift up the skirt of your dress and slip your panties off. You kick them to the side and examine every angle of yourself in the mirror making sure no one will be able to tell you’ve gone commando. Before you can change your mind, you slip on your sandals then leave out the door.

No turning back now.

When you arrive at Michael’s house, music is already booming from the backyard and you feel like everyone is watching you and they know your little secret. You spot Luke near the back of the yard and he’s looking hot in a white tank top tucked into his dark washed jeans. He spots you almost instantly and makes his way over to you, smiling happily.

“Don’t you look like a drop of sunshine,” he says and it makes you blush. He pulls you in for a hug, his hands slip lower on your backside and he gives you a light squeeze. You yelp at the action and hope it didn’t hike up your dress or that he could feel you were bare underneath. “C’mon, let’s go get a drink.”

The bbq is in full swing, the music is amazing and Ashton is grilling up a storm. When you finish your first drink and move onto your second, that’s when you gain some confidence in your plan. Glancing around you see your best friend and Calum dancing together in front of Michael and she shoots you a wink.

You’re sitting in a group near the pool where other party goers are happily splashing in the cool water when you have an idea. Luke is sitting directly across from you and he’s resting both his arms on his knees. You’ve got a clear view of his chest, his necklace dangling.

So if you have a clear view of him, then he must have a clear view as well. You have to time your moment perfectly and then Luke shifts his focus to you. Eyes on him, you slowly uncross your legs, spreading them a little wider and like clockwork, his eyes flicker in between your thighs.

After two breaths you cross your other leg over again, and smile sweetly at him when he looks back at you. He licks his lips and shakes his head, it makes you giggle as you down the rest of your drink.

Later on as the sun is setting, you went into the downstairs bar area to take advantage of the air conditioning. You’re leaning against the bar with your hair off your neck and then you feel hands grip onto your waist and a body press against your backside.

“Was that little show just for me?” Luke murmurs against the skin on your neck. His voice vibrates onto you, his breath hot as his thumbs knead into your waist.

“Did you like it?”

“Mmm… mhm.” You feel him nod against you, the tip of his nose traces above the collar of your dress and he lifts the skirt of it up a little. “I liked it a little too much.”

Luke spins you around quickly and suddenly you’re sat atop the counter, your dress pushed past your thighs. His fingers tickle along your skin and it leaves chills down your spine. You glance down and see just how much he liked it.

“What are you going to do about it?” you exhale, voice low.

“Take full advantage,” he smiles then drops to his knees, his fingers push your dress up further and he opens your legs wider. He inhales deeply through his nose and the way he’s looking at your pussy has you reeling, you can’t help the way you clench. He groans and presses his lips to the inside of your knee, dragging his lips higher and higher until you feel his breath on your core. “Can I have a taste?”

You let out a shaky breath, your voice quivers in anticipation and arousal, “Please.”

Luke keeps his eyes on you, they contrast perfectly with the golden color of your dress and he flattens his tongue against your folds. He flashes his smirk before his eyes close and he attaches his lips fully onto you, his tongue swirling and flicking ever so slowly. He’s taking his time and your head tilts back from the tickling sensation, your fingers fly into his curls.

The pads of his fingers are hot on your knees to keep you open for him and when his tongue flicks your clit you have to bite your lip to keep the moan at bay. He does it again and again and a small squeak slips out.

“Moan for me, lovie, let me hear you,” he breathes and the vibration of his voice pulses against you in the sweetest way. “There we go, good girl.”

He speeds up his actions and your thighs begin to shake, your hold on his hair tightens and you’re sighing his name. His words of praise take you to another level, his lips and tongue are magic and you feel that all familiar tug in your lower belly. Then Luke slips his long finger inside and you clench your thighs, your heels joining together on the middle of his back.

“So wet for me, lovie, cum for me, c’mon.”

With each glide of his finger and dart of his tongue, you feel your climax climbing, you grind yourself against his mouth and when he hits a certain spot you gasp. You let out a long moan as your body goes rigid from your orgasm. Luke drags it out as long as he can, slowing his movements with yours until you stop clenching. He gives you a last kiss on your core, removes his finger then rises onto his feet.

Through half lidded eyes you watch him move his finger to his mouth but you snatch his wrist and place his finger between your own lips. He watches you suck your arousal off his finger with his mouth open, loving the way you take his whole finger in your mouth.

With your lips still around his finger, you untuck his tank top from his pants and work on undoing them. Just as you’re about to pull his pants and briefs down, you hear a commotion from the stairs. In a flash, Luke has you in his arms, your legs hooked around his waist and you let out a squeal of laughter as he runs into the bathroom.

He places you on the sink and shuts the door locking it, the only source of light from the small window bathes you in a warm golden glow.

“Shh,” he chuckles pressing his hand against your mouth, you laugh against his palm.

“Did you see who it was?” you whisper when he removes his hand.

“No,” he shakes his head, “we’ll wait until--”

You both hear Calum and your best friend’s familiar laugh. You and Luke burst into a fit of silent giggles against each other as you hear what sounds like exactly what you and Luke were doing no more than a minute ago.

“Now what do we do?” you ask sliding your hands up and down his chest and over his shoulders.

“Well, I think you were about to take my pants off,” he knocks his forehead against yours. His hands brace onto your lower back and pulls you forward so he can grind himself against you.

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” you sigh. Your fingers drag down his chest and under his shirt, you tease against his lower stomach with your nails. You can feel his pubic hair and his breathing becomes uneven when you let your finger dip a little lower, touching his dick. “But I think you should kiss me first.”

He groans and presses his mouth to yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth and you moan. You kiss quickly but quietly as you tug his pants down. He removes his hands from you to help and then you feel his dick press against your thigh.

“Fuck,” you sigh against his lips.

“Want me to fuck you?” he whispers moving his lips to your jaw and your neck. You take him in your hand, pumping him slowly and rubbing your thumb around his head. He’s a little sticky from precum and it only makes you want him more.

“Please, Luke,” you beg, your voice rises as you buck your hips against him on instinct.

“Shh, you need to be quiet. Can’t have Cal hear you,” he breathes on your neck. He rocks himself against you as well, his tip teasing your entrance with each rock.

You help each other out, your hand guides him inside and he pushes in further and further until he’s fully slipped inside. The start of your moan is loud but he smashes his lips to yours quickly, feeling him inside you is far better than you imagined. He fills you completely and when Luke drags his hips away and slams back into you, you moan again into his mouth.

His hands are on your lower back, jerking your hips forward and back as he starts a steady pace. Your butt is hanging off the edge of the sink and if Luke wasn’t holding onto you, you’d fall to the floor for sure.

You’re both panting, breathing hot on each other’s skin as he rocks your world. You think you’re about to pass out from keeping silent but he feels so good as he fucks into you with perfect precision.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighs and you moan at his words which he seals quickly with a kiss. “You like praise, huh?”

“Yes,” you squeak out pressing your hands on his lower back so he can fuck into you deeper. “Ohh, right there, right there…”

He slams into you rapidly, his balls hitting your ass and it adds to your pleasure, you feel your orgasm coming faster this time. You hear a groan from outside the door but you don’t even care that Calum and your best friend might hear you. Luke is making you feel good and you want him to know it.

Luke kisses you again just as you cum, you moan loudly into his mouth as you see stars behind your eyelids. He pumps into you a few times before he pulls out and shoves the skirt of your dress up so he can cum onto your stomach and thighs. His load is hot as you feel it dribble on your skin, his moans are sweet in your ear as you encourage him to keep going.

“Mm, just like that,” you breathe in his ear and his body jerks against you until he stops.

Hearts racing, you stay there holding each other as you gather your breath back. In a few short minutes the moans and low talking from beyond the door quiet down as well and that’s when Luke pulls away.

You fall back against the mirror, body spent from the two orgasms he gave you and you watch him tuck himself back into his pants and gather toilet paper to clean up his mess on your thighs.

He tosses the wad into the trash can and pulls you forward off the mirror. You fall against him like a ragdoll and he smiles. The setting sun colors him in a vibrant pink now and he’s never looked more beautiful.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “We just had sex while our best friends had sex outside this door.”

“I know,” he chuckles helping you off the sink. Your legs are a little wobbly but his hold on you helps. “I think the coast is clear. Should we head back to my place and continue?”

“Yes please.”

He kisses your forehead then unlocks the door and lets you out first. You think he’s being a gentleman but he smacks your ass as you walk past. You’re laughing and then you stop dead in your tracks when you see Calum buttoning his shirt and your best friend readjusting her dress.

“Oh shi--”

“Uhh--”

“Hi!” you laugh nervously trying to break the very obvious awkward situation.

“Were you guys in there--?” Your best friend asks.

“Yup,” you nod trying to make the situation pass more quickly.

“So...we were out here having...and you two--”Calum points at you and Luke “--were in there having--”

“Yeah,” Luke sighs, grabbing your hand and tugs you along past them. “Tell fucking no one.”

You follow him up the stairs and with one final look behind you, your best friend gives you a thumbs up which has you laughing. Sundresses have more perks than you thought.

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Take it Slow - Part Eighty-One

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry woke up by himself the next morning. He had to remember where he was, and that he couldn’t just go down the stairs in his boxers. Well he probably could, but he didn’t wanna hear the girls hooting and hollering. He throws a graphic T and workout shorts on. When he opens the door he smells eggs, bacon, and toast..and hears a lot of giggling. It was only 8:30, how fucking early did they get up. He sees Niall in the hallway.

“How fuckin’ early did they get up?”

“Sarah got out of bed at 3AM, I think they watched a movie downstairs.”

“I didn’t even hear Y/N get up…”

The boys go downstairs. There were mimosas in flutes ready to go, and a ton of food. You smile at Harry. You had a long t-shirt on and some spandex shorts. You grab a mimosa and hand it to him.

“Morning! I made you some vegan sausages and there’s toast too. Here, mimosas are perfect for hangovers, oh! I made hashbrowns too.”

“Uh, thanks sweetie.” He takes a sip. “I didn’t hear you get up last night.”

“Yeah, I passed out for a few hours and then I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep so I went downstairs, and Sarah was already down there and then Rachel came down so we just hung out and then we went to the store the second it opened.”

Harry and Niall make plates. Mariah was already sitting at the table, sipping on some coffee.

“Did you go to the store with them?” Harry asks.

“No, I woke up just as confused as you did. I came down to make coffee and they come rushing in with so much fucking food.”

You and the girls sit down.

“So, we’re doin’ the beach today?” Niall asks.

“Yup! And we already packed up all our lunches and everything else we could need. Just need to change into swimsuits.” Sarah says.

“How…how are you all functioning?”

“Three words.” Rachel says. “Boot and rally.” Harry looks at you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“You got sick?”

“No…well, only once, but I was fine after. I actually felt a lot better after. Drank a bunch of water.”

“How did we not hear you all pukin’?” Niall asks.

“Can we not talk about puke, please?” Mariah asks.

You all laugh and continue eating. You leave the boys to clean up since you all cooked. You were just picking your bathing suit out when Harry comes into the room. He comes up from behind you to hug you.

“I didn’t get to return the favor last night.” He whispers in your ear and you smile. You turn around to face him. “That was also one hell of a blow job.”

“Oh, yeah? You liked that?”

“Loved it.” He kisses you. Just as he’s about to take your shirt off you hear Rachel scream from down the hall.

“What the….” You run to the door and open in it. You see Rachel on the floor laughing and you run to her. “What happened?!” You look to where she’s pointing and start laughing too. Harry runs down the hall and looks at Mariah, then into Sarah and Niall’s room.

“I’ve never seen a whiter ass in my life! You better make sure he puts some sunscreen on!” Rachel laughs harder.

“Now who were you saying couldn’t keep their hands off each other? All the doors lock you idiot!”

“Stop it! Can you all please, just stop!” Sarah had tugged her robe on, and Niall was wrapped in a blanket, also laughing. “What were you even doing just walking into our room?!”

“You have my cover up!”

“You could have knocked!”

“Oi! Let’s move on, clearly they wanna get it on before we go to the beach, I saw we let them. You dirty little animals!”

Sarah groans loudly and slams the door shut, everyone hears her lock it. You help Rachel up off the ground.

“The whitest ass I’ve ever seen.” She mouths to you and you giggle.

“It’s that Irish skin, love.” Harry winks at her and leads you back down the hall to your room.

“I am so glad our room is farther away. Least now she knows what it’s like.”

“Yup, so let’s lock our door, and-“

“Get dressed? Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

“Oh, come on, I was just about to-“

“The moment has passed, I’m sorry baby.”

You grab your bathing suit and go into the bathroom to change and do your hair. Harry silently screams and then calms down and grabs his yellow trunks to change into. You come out in a strapless black top, and a high waisted black bottom.

“Jesus.”

“Could you actually tie the back tighter for me? I feel like I’m gonna fall out of this thing.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He unties the flimsy knot you made and ties at it, make it nice and tight. Then he ties it into a nice bow.

“Thanks sweetie.” You grab your blue coverup dress and throw it on. You bend over and put your hair into a ponytail. You feel a smack to your ass and you stand up after putting your hair up. You turn to look at Harry. “You really wanna play that game with me right now?”

“If you’re gonna deprive me, yeah.”

“Deprive you!” You laugh, and there’s a knock at the door. You open it and see Rachel and Mariah.

“You guys ready? Sarah’s in the car already.” Rachel says.

“She’s psychotic.” You laugh. “Come on, Harry.”

You all cram into Sarah’s car. Harry pulls you onto his lap, and off you go to the beach. It was a beautiful day out, not a cloud in the sky. When you get out of the car you fix your hair so it’s up in a bun. You all find a spot away from the more crowded areas, and spread out. You spread out a large towel and so do the girls. Harry and Niall both brought chairs to sit in. Niall sets an umbrella up to put the coolers under. You take your cover up off.

“Oh, Y/N! What a cute two piece.” Rachel says to you.

“Thanks! I got it to wear in Aruba since my ass is a little more covered, you know?”

Mariah had a cute, teal one piece on with a little cute out on the upper stomach. Rachel was in a pink two piece, and Sarah was wearing a floral, strapless two piece.

“Okay, let’s pictures before we all get sweaty and gross.” Sarah says.

“Good idea.” You say. “Let’s go down near the water.”

“Do you want me to take pictures for you?” Mariah asks.

“That’d be great, babe!” Rachel kisses her on the cheek and the four go down towards the water.

Harry and Niall continue setting up, but they can’t help but look at their girlfriends.

“Look at them pose.” Niall chuckles.

You all take silly photos. The three of you turn around and look over your shoulders and pout towards the camera. You all looked cute with your sunglasses on. You jump onto Rachel’s back and Mariah gets a great shot of Sarah laughing at the two of you. The three of you come back up, and you sit on Harry’s lap.

“So cute.” Mariah takes your picture with him.

“Would you put some sunscreen on my back?” Harry asks.

“Mhm.”

You both stand up and you spray the lotion on him, rubbing it in good to his shoulders and the back of his neck.

“I think I’m gonna lay on my stomach for a bit.” You say.

“Oh, me too. Do that for a little while then we’ll be hot enough to go for a swim.” Sarah says.

The three of you all lay on your stomachs on your towels, and the three of you reach simultaneously for the ties on your suits.

“Woah! What are yeh doin’?” Niall asks. You turn to look at him, and dip your sunglasses so you can really make eye contact.

“Do you know how annoying these tan lines would be, everybody does this.” You look over at Harry. “Could you get my back for me please?”

He swallows hard. He truly thinks the three of you are crazy to so easily expose yourselves. One wrong move and a boob could pop out. But the three of you clearly didn’t care. He looks over at Mariah who was already rubbing lotion on Rachel, and Niall was doing the same for Sarah. He decides that if you’re going to torture him like this, he may as well have some fun. He takes a seat on your bum and you gasp.

“You’re too heavy!”

“Am not, relax.” He sprays the lotion in his hands and works it up and down your back. He’d feel terrible if you burned, even if you did seem to have a decent tan already. “Want me to get the backs of your legs too.”

“Yes please.”

He does so and gets off of you.

“Come lay next to me for a bit.” You smile at him and he gets on his stomach next to you.

Your eyes feel droopy and you slowly start to drift off. Harry eventually gets up to sit in his chair. He grabs his glasses and takes his book out. You wake up to the feeling of more sunscreen being sprayed on your back.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” Harry says.

“That’s okay.” You grab your top and sit up.

“Jesus, Y/N!”

“I’m covered, relax. Can you tie me up please?” Harry kneels behind you and ties your top back up. “Thank you.” You look over and see Rachel and Sarah still asleep. “Wanna go into the water, baby?”

“Yeah.” He smiles and helps you up. You walk hand in hand down to the water. “Are you having fun so far?”

“Mhm, lots.” You dip your toe in. “Wow, it’s actually warm.” You look up at him. “Please don’t throw me in again, I don’t wanna wash my hair later.”

“Alright.”

You both wade into the water and get about hip deep. Harry dives in and gets his hair all wet. You giggle when he comes back up and you run your hand through it. He pulls you close and down slightly so you’ll swim with him.

“Oh, Niall, grab Harry’s phone, take a picture of them.” Mariah says.

“Good idea.” He takes a couple snaps of you two in the water.

You wrap your arms and legs around Harry and he carries you in just a little deeper. You put your sunglasses on the top of your head and kiss him. You tug at his hair slightly and his tongue enters your mouth. You moan quietly against him. You let go and look around, there weren’t any people around you.

“Do you think anyone would see…if…” You start blushing, and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“If we what, angel?” He kisses on your neck.

“If we, if you just…stick it in.” You look up at him.

“You want have sex in the water?”

“Where else can we sneak off to? I’m certainly not fucking you in the bathroom, that’s gross, and I think Sarah would kill me if fucked in her car, and I…I want you.”

“Alright, I’ll, uh, I’ll just finger you, yeah?”

“Okay.”

He goes in just a little deeper to make sure most of your bodies were covered. He holds you close with one arm and you cling to him will his other hand moves your bathing suit bottom to the side. He brushes over you at first, but doesn’t waste time being cute. Two fingers are being pushed inside you before you know it. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, and grab at his hair.

“Where are Harry and Y/N?” Rachel asks with a yawn.

“They went for a dip.” Niall points. Sarah gets up and sits in his lap. He ties up the back of her suit for her.

“What are they doing?” Sarah asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Niall squints and then his eyes grow wide.

“Uhhh, just looks like they’re uh havin’ a quick snog.”

“Snog?” Sarah laughs.

“Probably didn’t wanna, um, makeout right in front of us.”

Niall had an idea that more was going on, but didn’t want to draw attention to it.

“Harry.” You whisper into his ear.

“Doin’ so good bein’ quiet.” He says as his fingers curl up inside you.

“I need you to kiss me.” You groan.

You move your face to his and your lips slot over his. He knew you were close. You were tightening and pulsating around him. His thumb rubs over your clit and you gasp.

“Shhh, come back to me.” Your lips find his again and you bite down on his bottom lip to stifle yourself.

He pumps in and out of you faster, and your legs tighten around his waist. You tug harshly at his hair, and then your body goes slack. Waves of pleasure coming over you. Harry holds you up, and slowly retracts his fingers from you. You rest your head against his chest as you catch your breath. You drop your legs from his waist and look up at him. He cups your cheeks and kisses you tenderly.

“What can I do for you?” You say against his lips.

“Just need a sec, I’ll be alright.” You giggle as he swims around trying to get rid of his boner.

You swim around a bit yourself and you both work your way back towards the shore. Your friends were starting to sip on drinks and eat snacks when you get back to your spot.

“Here’s Y/N.” Sarah tosses you a hard seltzer.

“Thanks!” You crack it open and slide your sunglasses back down. Harry sits in his chair and pulls you to sit on him.

“You two have fun in the water?” Niall asks.

“Mhm.” You say sipping your drink. “Water feels great, actually. You all should go for a swim.”

After chilling for a bit, and listening to music you feel a little bored.

“Rach, do you wanna go in the water and toss the tennis ball around with me?”

“Yeah!”

You give Harry a kiss on the cheek and walk down to the water with Rachel. Harry settles back in with his glasses and book.

“Harry, I have to say, you look so adorable with your glasses.” Sarah says.

“Thanks.” He chuckles.

“You don’t wear them often.”

“Just need ‘em for readin’ like Niall does.”

“Babe.” She says to Niall. “I’m gonna go play catch with them.”

“Alright.” He smiles and puckers his lips, and she kisses him. The three watch you all toss the tennis ball around. “This is like way more chill than I thought would be, it’s great.”

“Yeah, I thought they’d be hammered.” Harry says.

“That’ll happen tonight I’m sure.” Mariah says.

You all come back up for lunch. You hand Harry a lettuce wrap, and sit on your towel.

“So when is your actual birthday, Y/N?” Mariah asks.

“Sunday.” Harry says, and you smile at him.

“So we’ll go to an actual club tomorrow night.” You explain.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” Niall asks. You look at Rachel and Sarah.

“Well, we have some stuff planned. There’s a carnival along the peer. Thought after dinner we could pregame a little, and then check out some of the rides and stuff.” Sarah says.

“Oh that sounds like fun! Then we can get that fire pit up and running after get back.” You say.

“Then Sunday we were thinking of taking the ferry to the Vineyard.” Rachel says.

“Yes! We can go to that ice cream place, and that house with all the Betty Boop stuff out front.”

“And Sunday night we’ll go out for a nice dinner.” Sarah says.

“Wow, you guys really got it all figured out.” Niall smirks.

“Oh, we don’t fuck around when it comes to birthdays.” Rachel says.

As the afternoon sun gets stronger, you go back and forth between water and hard seltzer. You were itching to actually have sex with Harry. Around 4PM you all pack everything up and get into the car.

“Think I’m gonna shower when we back.” You announce. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“Niall, wanna get the grill goin’?” Harry asks.

“Sure! We can do a little BBQ.”

You all get into the house. Everyone wanted to get out of their bathing suits, so Harry followed you upstairs. You close your door and lock it behind you. He helps you untie the knot on your swim suit and you sigh with relief.

“Shit, you got a little pink, babe.”

You look down at yourself and see the small patches.

“It’s alright, it’ll fade. Besides, you can just rub some aloe on me.” You wink. You bite your bottom. “Wanna hop in the shower with me?”

“Yes.”

He follows you in, and you turn the water on. You get the rest of your suit off and so does he. You both giggle as you get in. He was pressed right against you.

“Tight squeeze, yeah?” He chuckles.

“Just a little. We might need to get creative. Do you have room to lift me?”

“Let’s find out.”

Rachel was in the bathroom attached to her room, washing her face off when she heard something. She didn’t think much of it until she heard it again.

“Oh my god, Mariah.” She says giggle. Mariah was just getting into a t-shirt and shorts.

“Yeah?”

“Come here and tell me if you’re hearing what I’m hearing.”

Mariah smirks and comes into the bathroom.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

Harry had lifted you, and gotten your legs hooked under his arms. He was getting in so deep. He lets one of your legs drop and you pout. He puts a hand over your mouth to signal you needed to be a little quieter. He keeps it there as you moan out again. You try to say something so he takes his hand away.

“Please, wrap your hand around my throat, need it.”

Everything was muffled, but Mariah heard it. Her jaw drops and she looks at Rachel. They quietly leave the bathroom and start laughing.

“They’re wild.” Rachel says.

“Jesus, I thought they got enough in the water.”

“What do you mean?”

“When they were swimming earlier, he for sure was diddling her, why do you think they were wrapped up so close?”

“Damn, good for them.”

“Come on, let’s see if Niall needs some help with the grill.” She kisses Rachel quick and they head downstairs.

Harry had his hand around your throat as you requested, not as hard as you would have liked, but he didn’t want to leave any new marks. He didn’t want anyone giving you a tough time this weekend. He gives you another squeeze and then he lets go of you, bringing his hand down to rub your clit. Your head rolls back against the tile. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you release. His comes shortly after, long overdue. He fills you up, and then watches it drip out of you.

“I hate when you watch.” You whine.

“Can’t help it. Pass me the bodywash.”

You both finish up and get out. You pick out a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a cardigan.

“Babe, if you grab your brush and some elastics, I’ll braid yeh hair downstairs.”

“Really?!” You squeal and grab your things. You loved when Harry did your hair.

You both head downstairs. Niall and Sarah were outside with the grill while Mariah and Rachel were preparing a salad. Harry sits on the couch and you sit in front of him on the floor. He takes your hair out of your bun and runs his hands through your hair.

“How do yeh want it?”

Rachel nearly chokes on her drink when she hears him ask you the question.

“Are you okay?” You say to her.

“Yeah, um, what are you guys doing?”

“Harry’s gonna braid my hair.” You smile. “He’s really good at it.”

“How do you know how to braid hair?”

“My hair used to be, like, really long, so I just learned.” He shrugs.

You roll your head back to look at him. He raises his eyebrows at you, still waiting for an answer.

“Could you do a big one down the middle and then put it up into a pony?”

“Yup.” He kisses your forehead and you face forward again.

You close your eyes as his fingers rake through your hair and starts his work.

“This I have to see.” Rachel comes over and sits next to Harry, and watches his fingers move with intricacy.

“Oi! Do you two want veggie burgers?” Niall shouts.

“Yes please!” You shout back.

Harry finishes your hair, and taps you on the shoulders.

“How’s it look?” You ask Rachel.

“Really good! Nice work, Harry.”

“What can I say? I have a gift.”

You kiss him on the cheek. You all head outside to eat dinner. The house had a nice patio and large glass table to fit everyone. Sarah had set everything up buffet style. You make up a plate for Harry and kiss him on the top of his head as you set it down in front of him. You all enjoy fun conversations and tell jokes while you eat.

Once dinner is cleaned up, the blender is broken out for frozen margaritas. Someone puts music on and you all are just being goofy having a good time. You change into a pair of jeans and some sneakers before you walk out to go to the carnival. The peer was only a short distance from the house. Harry keeps an arm hooked around your waist as you walk. You all get wrist bands so you don’t have to worry about tickets.

“Okay, I’m telling you now, I do not like roller coasters, so I won’t be doing any of the crazy rides.” You tell Harry. He laughs and nods his head.

“So are we splitting up, staying together, what’s the game plan?” Mariah asks.

“Let’s stay together.” You say. “We’re in even number so all the rides we agree on should work out.”

You all head towards the tilta whirl first. You white knuckle the bar as the ride starts to move forward. Harry throws an arm around your shoulders. The ride goes faster and you start screaming. You look up at Harry and your screams turn into laughter. He’s laughing too. The rides slows and you catch your breath, but you remember it goes backwards just as fast.

“Holy shit!” You scream, laugh.

The rides ends and you all get off. You and the girls take some selfies, and you take one with Harry.

“Y/N, take one with Niall.” Sarah says.

You and Niall press back to back and cross your arms, looking oh so cool. You giggle at each other and he hugs you, Sarah snapping another cute picture. You go on another couple of rides, and let the boys go on some of the more vigorous ones. Eventually you all start walking around to where you can win prizes. You do a ring toss, but don’t win. Harry plays the bottle game and manages to knock them down, winning you a teddy bear.

“Oh my god!” You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him on the cheek and take the bear.

You and the girls split some fried dough before heading back to the house. Niall and Harry get the fire going while Mariah finds some blankets, and you and the girls get the chairs set up.

Rachel and Mariah sit in a wicker love-seat, and snuggle up under a blanket. Harry pulls you into his lap and Sarah sits on Niall’s.

“This was the perfect day.” You say, nestling in further to Harry. He was practically cradling you.

You were all sipping on beers, just shooting the shit. The conversation had turned a little more serious, but in a good way. Rachel was talking about how her parents were going to move to Florida soon.

“They’re leaving in November, can you believe that? Right before Thanksgiving. They said I could come down for the holidays, as if plane tickets don’t cost an arm and a leg.” She sighs. “I’m happy for them…my brother and I don’t exactly need them close by anymore, but now we have to like pack up our childhood home, it sucks.” Mariah squeezes her shoulder.

“Do you need any help? We can be there for you.” You say.

“Thanks, that’s sweet. I’m gonna take some time at the end of the month to go there, I’ll let you guys know.”

A few beers later, and Niall goes inside to use the bathroom. Harry needed to pee too, so you let him get up to go. Sarah couldn’t contain herself anymore.

“Okay, so do you guys wanna know why Niall and I got busy this morning?” She grins.

“Yes!” You say. “Spill.”

“He invited me to go to Ireland with him at the end of the month!”

You all squeal, even Mariah joins in.

“That’s amazing!” Rachel exclaims. “He just asked you this morning, out of the blue?”

“He said he wanted to ask me sooner, but he wanted to make it special, and then he was like what am I even freaking out about, and then…this morning…he just put two plane tickets on the bed…that he made himself, cause obviously you can’t print the boarding passes.”

“Wait, so he had already gotten everything together?” You ask.

“Yes! It was so romantic, and then fucking Rachel ruined it!” She laughs.

“Lock the fucking door tonight then, bitch!”

“What are yeh all yellin’ about out here?” Niall asks, coming back out with more drinks and Harry. You move so you can continues sitting in his lap.

“You, you little softy.” You say.

“What did I do? Oh!” He looks at Sarah, and holds her a little tighter. “You told them?”

“Mhm.” She kisses him.

This was a big deal for Niall. He had never brought a girl home before, not like this anyways. He loved Sarah, and she loved him. He also planned to ask her to move in with him soon, but that will come later.

“You’re gonna love Niall’s mum and brothers, they’re awesome.” Harry says.

“I’m really excited! I went to Ireland in high school on a class trip, and have always wanted to go back.” She looks at him. “This’ll be much more special though.”

You’re exhausted by the time you head up to bed. You flop onto your back and sigh.

“Can’t sleep in your clothes love.”

“But I’m too lazy to take them off.”

Harry grabs you by the ankles and brings you closer to the edge of the bed. You giggle as he undoes your jeans and drags them down your legs. You kick them off and he tugs at your panties.

“You better not fall asleep on me tonight.” He smirks as you lift your hips to help him get your underwear off.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll be your good girl.” You giggle.

Both of his eyebrows raise. “How drunk are you?”

“Only a little.” You prop up on your elbows and open your legs for him. “Come on baby.” You pout. “Know you want a taste.”

Harry licks his lips. He loves when you’re like this. You move back on the bed so he can get on too. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh. His thumb brushes over one of the mark he left from the other day. He sucks on a spot right next to it. He had gotten really into leaving love bites on your inner thighs for some reason. For the most part, they were easier to hide. Harry had always liked leaving marks out in the open for anyone to see, but lately it really turned him on to leave marks where only he’d be able to see them.

You gasp when you feel the skin break, and he licks over it to soothe you. He swipes a stripe up your center without warning. He does this a few times, looking up at you, you looking right back at him. His eyes flutter closed when his tongue goes up inside you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. You tug at his hair and he groans against you.

“Don’t, don’t come in your pants, I’m gonna want that.”

He gives you a thumbs up as his lips wrap around your clit and two of his fingers are plunging inside you. You gasp as your head rolls back into the pillow.

“Bite down on somethin’.” He says against you, still driving his fingers in and out.

“No, don’t wanna.”

“I don’t want them to hear you.”

“Harry, I don’t wanna be-“

He yanks his fingers out of you and gives you a stern look.

“Now, it’s your birthday weekend, so I really wanna be nice and sweet to you, but I can’t do that if you don’t listen to me.” Your cheeks flush. You can’t remember the last time he was so…dominant with you. Daddy was in town, not that you would ever fucking say that to him. “I won’t let you come if you don’t do as I say.” You swear you felt your pussy throb. “We clear?”

“Yes.”

He smiles at you and you place your forearm over your mouth. He inserts his fingers back into you. He was knuckle deep and hitting just where you needed him to. You clasp both hands over your mouth and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your chest was heaving, and you watch Harry sucks his fingers into his mouth. You sit up and take your shirt off, along with your bra. Harry takes all of his clothes off and hovers over you.

He kisses you deeply while you line him up with yourself. He pushes in and you both groan. You felt like you had been fucking all day…probably because technically you had. Harry gives you a good thrust and the bed makes a sound against the wall. You both ignore it until it happens a few more times.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” He sighs. “It’s too loud.” He looks at you.

“Floor.”

“What?”

“Fuck me on the floor, or push me up against the wall, or I don’t give a fuck.”

He pulls out of you and throws a blanket on the floor. He didn’t want to hurt your back. You lay down and tug him to the floor. He thrusts back inside of you.

“Are you comfortable like this? You could ride me instead…”

“No, actually, it’s fine.” You smile warmly. “It’s like when we were in that field in the countryside…” Harry’s cock twitches and he starts rocking in and out of you. “Ngh, I had never done anything like that before, it was so spontaneous.”

“We could have, fuck, easily just gone into the car too.” He plants wet kisses on your neck as you wrap your legs around him.

“But we were having such a nice picnic…”

“And you were wearing that light blue dress with the buttons down the front.” He kisses you and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.

The hand not propping himself up kneads one of your breasts and you moan out.

“You got those buttons open so fast.”

“Yeah, I did.” He smirks. “You took it so well that day too, you really let me give it to you.” He gives you a sharp thrust and you bite into his shoulder.

“We could be as loud as we wanted that day.”

He sits up and throws your legs over his shoulders. Now he just wasn’t playing fair, but so could you. You knew how to be quiet, you knew how to turn it off. The only sound filling the room was his skin slapping against yours. You were making really intense eye contact. He was actually surprised at how cool your composure was. You grin at him deviously and clench around him.

“Jesus, shit.” He groans.

“Gotta be quiet baby.” You say mockingly.

He leans in and wraps his hand around your throat, you reach up and do the same to him. You were equally matched at the moment. You rock your hips along with his and you both just fucking lose it. Your orgasm floods over you and he fills you to the brim. He pulls out and sticks his middle finger right in. He pulls it from you and you open your mouth to suck on. Your eyes close as your tongue laps around it.

Harry helps you up off the floor and you both go do your nightly routines in the bathroom. You throw one of his t-shirts on, and get into bed with him. You both face each other and get your legs nice and tangled up. He rubs your back and pulls you closer to him. You kiss him and turn over so he can spoon you. You both fall asleep in minutes.

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Forbes chapter 1

This is a spin off of beautiful dirty rich another fic I have. I didn’t expect this first chapter to be so long but it is this is also an au. Tagging @misssophiachase, @caritobear, @crazychicke, @bearolle24, @infernal-panda, @walter-boswell428 , @karinanic, @austennerdita2533

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The forbes are the cousins of the Salvatore family one of the richest families in the world the mother’s side of the family. Where as they live in New York City the forbes reside in Bel Air California. They live in a beautiful fairy tale like gated estate with views of the Pacific Ocean and downtown Los Angeles.

Lexi Forbes wakes up in her big bedroom with white walls, a purple egg shaped chair in corner that has pillows on it, sun shining through her window above the window seat she has blankets and pillows on. After a shower in her en-suite bathroom she sits down at her vanity table and after she’s finished doing her hair which she has her long blonde hair wavy and flowing down her back and makeup which she keeps simple. She picks out a pair of teal skinny jeans a white tank top and a grey sweater with tan knee high stiletto boots and a white and tan purse. She has matched it with tan sunglasses and her rose gold diamond choker her mom gave her and a couple rings.

As she enters the breakfast room which is smaller then the dinning room. The breakfast room has double doors to go out to the front lawns. The quaint room is yellow, with flowers painted on the walls and fresh flowers in a vase on the table. Her mother designed their many homes.

She kisses her father on the cheek as she sits down next to him, Sabine a member of their staff at the mansion brings her a bowl of raspberries, strawberries and watermelon. “What are you doing today dad?”

Peter Hale Forbes has sharp cheek bones that would cut glass, his short but volumed brown hair is always styled. He always looks incredible and wears a lot of v necks. Today he has on a grey v neck and a pair of fitted jeans. Their wealth comes from his hotel’s but also the Forbes family comes from old money making 19 year old Lexi an heiress. “I’m going to check in on the hotels.”

As Lexi is bringing the last piece of fruit in the bowl a piece of watermelon to her mouth she asks, “Is your friend coming over today?”

Peter raises an eyebrow how does Lexi know about her he’s been so careful only bringing her around while Lexi was at school or out for a extended amount of time. He looks away from his breakfast of fruit; watermelon, blueberries, peaches and mango’s. “What friend are you referring too?”

Lexi pulls a orange cheetah print bra out of her purse. “The friend this belongs too, I know its not mine. The only other teenage girl here is Greta but since she’s in high school and works for us I doubt she’s helping her mom clean the mansion in cheetah print lingerie, nor any of the staff.”

Peter grabs the bra out of his daughters hand and puts it on the other side of him on the table. “Where did you find this?”

“Outside your suite couldn’t even wait till you got inside the first set of double doors. I didn’t find it Aiden did. He found it the day before we left for New York City and there was no time to bring it up then and when we got back they came with so now is the perfect time. That day I needed to finish packing and Aiden and Ethan came up with me, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye and it was that.”

Peter closes his eyes and puts his head in his hands. He knew he had to have this conversation with her eventually but he didn’t think it would be this soon. “I miss your mom everyday, But I have to learn to move on. I have been seeing a women named Alexis she beautiful, eclectic, fun I enjoy her. “

“Dad mom’s been dead for almost five years I miss her too I don’t think mom would be mad at you for moving on. I’m glad you have someone.”

As Lexi gets up Peter adds. “I forgot to mention Alexis is a escort, I don’t pay her for her time it’s not like that. There is actual feeling on both sides.”

Lexi closes her eyes and bites her lip. She knew there was a woman but she never thought there was actual feelings which she knows is wrong of her. She remembers when her grandmother Cece’s new boyfriend who is only 11 years older then her showed up a couple weeks ago and Cece introduced everyone to him that took awhile to get over, some of the grandchildren are still not over it. “I hope to meet her one day.” She leaves a kiss on her dads cheek. “I’m going to school see you later.”

Xxx

Before Lexi can leave she has to go get her two best friends identical twins Aiden and Ethan who live in their guest house but Lexi knows they like to take a morning swim.

So coming into the backyard from the kitchen she goes down the stairs off the Balcony. There is a little sitting area at the top of a slope which has long steps and water cascading in between the two staircases at the bottom of the slope there is a fountain surrounded by statues of the four seasons in their own alcove. To the right there is a bush/pathway to the pool which has a glass bottom. The 75 foot size pool is in the middle with potted trees on the sides. A table off to the side with an umbrella and chairs surrounding it, on the other side of the pool there are lounge chairs. Behind the pool is the pool house/dome.

The pool house/dome is practically another house, Its three floors. Before her mom died they would have pool parties all the time. The pool house lounge level always had drunk happy party people coming in and out of it, teen and adults alike.

The first floor is a living area is simple from the plain white and brown stripes of the wallpaper to the tan furniture. Her mom always said nobody will be looking at the walls when they enter this place. The white French style windows letting in the morning light over the navy blue curved couch underneath it with the red, white and blue striped pillows. The cushions of the couch have been washed so many times the blue has faded.

On the opposite side of the room is a fully stocked circular bar. In the middle of the room there is a tan matching table and chairs that seats eight people. Off to the side there is a door to a kitchen. Opposite the kitchen there is a doorway to a full changing room with lockers, and a floor to ceiling mirror.

When you walk into the living area the smell of popcorn and chlorine fill the air popcorn from the home theater with concession stand upstairs and chlorine from the indoor pool downstairs it never bothers anyone since they are so busy doing other stuff.

Her heels echo through the enclosed spiral staircase as she descends down to the lower level and opens the glass door to come into the indoor pool/jacuzzi room. All the rooms in the lower level have glass doors except for the sauna which has a wooden almost bamboo like door.

Aiden and Ethan are identical they are both lean and muscular and are of medium stature not only do they look alike but they have the same short reddish brown haircut which the sides of their hair are shaved shorter then the top of their hair but only by inches. Ethan is slightly taller then Aiden. They are currently in the indoor pool seeing who can do more laps. They are to occupied in competing with each other that they don’t notice Lexi. The main house and the dome are the only two homes on the estate that have spiral staircases.

Lexi, Aiden and Ethan have been best friends since they were two. Their moms were friends and Lexi’s mom had invited the twins mom over one day and she brought her two year old twins and the three have been inseparable ever since.

“Get out of the pool time for school.”

Both twins say at the same time. “Aww but mom.”

All three laugh. “You know how we all laughed when Aiden found that bra and joked my dad had a hooker.

They nod as Ethan is climb himself up out of the pool and Aiden is floating on his back to the side to get out. “Well turns out not a joke my dads been seeing a hooker named Alexis but not in a sexual payment way. There’s feelings involved. I just don’t know how to feel.”

“Aww honey we’re there for you whatever you need.”

“Yeah hon you can always stay with us in the guest house.”

Lexi smiles at them they can always make her feel better. “Thanks guys.”

Xxx

Beautiful red haired insanely smart and very social 19 year old Lydia Martin is awoken by her phone ringing. As she slides a hand out from underneath the covers and cracks an eye open to read the text from her best friend Allison Argent “Where are you? You didn’t come home last night.”

She notices the time out of the corner of her eye and her eyes widen and she quickly sits up waking the guy in bed next to her.

“Oh my god is that time I have to go.”

Lydia scrambles around his bedroom looking for her clothes from last night. As she is zipping up her ankle booties she leans back and kisses the guy in bed on the lips. “Last night was fun see you later.”

The twenty four year old brunette watches as Lydia hurries out of his apartment.

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“I had an idea.”

Lexi cuts Aiden off. “Aiden I love you I really do you and Ethan are the brothers I never had but because of your idea’s the police know where we live.”

“True but hear me out.”

Lexi pulls up to a stop sign and looks to Ethan who has the apprehension look on his face too. They both turn to look at Aiden in the backseat of the hot pink lamborghini convertible Lexi got for an eighteenth birthday present before she was driving a black Ferrari. Lexi has a couple different luxury cars and all of them are different colors. “Ok Aiden what is your idea?”

“We throw a party at the end of the year one last bash before summer.”

“Way to go Aiden you finally had a good idea.” Ethan leans back and hits his brother in the leg. Which earns him Aiden sticking his tongue out at his brother and Ethan laughing.

As the stop light turns green Lexi asks. “And where would we be having this party, I doubt there are many abandoned warehouses in Bel Air and our home yes it’s gorgeous but there are not many open area’s for people to party besides the pool.”

Aiden looks up into the rear view mirror and Lexi notices him. “I know what your thinking and I doubt people would drive a little over an hour to Montecito for a party. Even if our home there would be big enough.”

“Its a black light party and the night club would be perfect for it.”

As Lexi is pulling into a her spot behind the Kappa Kappa Gamma house on sorority row at UCLA she tells them. “I’ll ask my dad for the keys no promises he said he’s going to be out today so I might have to steal them. I love that home but it doesn’t get used often which is a shame its very beautiful.”

“All your family homes are beautiful.”

“Why are we at Kappa?”

It’s to early for anyone to be coming in and out of the house. Lexi mainly lives at the Forbes estate but some nights she spends at the sorority house. She loves being a kappa and with her friends but with the good comes the bad. “I left some lip liner here and I was looking for it this morning. See you later in psych.”

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The Kappa house is styled like an old Tuscany villa. As she is coming down the hallway from the kitchen to the stairs the front door opens and Lydia quietly comes in wearing the clothes she had on yesterday a red floral mock mini dress and black heels

Both girls hear voices calling them. One from the living room and one from the stairs.

Isaac Lahey who is tall with a lean and muscular build and dirty blonde hair that is slightly curly, and large deep set blue eyes. He is sitting in the living room in kappa waiting for his friend Erica Reyes to finish getting ready so they can go to class when Lexi walks past. Isaac has only been in America for six months and since Erica introduced him to Lexi Forbes he has thought she was so beautiful.

“Lexi hi.”

Lexi turns towards the living room and smiles at him, “Isaac are you waiting for Erica? I have to go upstairs anyway I’ll see what’s taking so long.”

Allison Argent and Malia Tate has come down the stairs and noticed Lydia just coming home. “Lydia spill, your still wearing the same clothes from last night.”

“Lydia Martin smartest women in the house is doing the walk of shame I’m so proud of you.”

Lexi puts arm around lydia’s shoulders as Lydia tells her friends. “It’s not a walk of shame and if you must know I maybe seeing someone. That is all the information I’m giving now I have to change I have class in fifteen minutes.”

Lexi opens her door to see her roommate Erica Reyes who is tall, lean and beautiful with light blonde hair and large brown eyes putting on her signature cheetah print pumps. “Isaac is downstairs, is it just me or did he get hotter?”

Erica flips her light blonde hair out from underneath her black leather jacket. ‘It’s just you, maybe you should ask him out?”

Lexi looks at her through the mirror as she puts on her pink lip liner. “Maybe I will.”

Xxx

Later that morning Lexi sits between Aiden and Ethan in psychology. “I’m going to go back to the estate for lunch and see if my dads there and get the keys to the Montecito home.”

Lydia walks past them to her seat with Allison and Malia next to her Aiden leans forward and calls out to them. “Hi Lydia.”

Lydia looks back at them and raises an eyebrow. “The answer is still no.”

Lexi and Ethan laugh. Ever since Aiden met Lydia he has asked her out multiple times and every time she has rejected him. “What is that now 112?”

“No I think it’s closer to 174. We should of kept a tally.”

Aiden glares back at his best friend and twin brother. Erica walks past them and Lexi leans over and whispers in Aiden’s ear. “Since Lydia is never going to say yes, she came into Kappa this morning doing a walk of shame. Rumor has it she is having a fling with one of the campus security guards Jordan Parrish. Maybe ask Erica out you know she’s been a little down since Stiles left for Quantico.”

He raises an eyebrow as he looks at Erica laugh at something Boyd said.

A couple minutes into class the professor has not shown up, “ If the professor doesn’t show up we’re leaving.”

Ethan leans over to his brother. “If he doesn’t show up want to go for coffee.”

Aiden nods and they both look at Lexi.“Someone rushed us out of the house this morning before we could grab anything for breakfast.”

“Not my fault you decided to go for competition rounds this morning instead of your usual fifty.”

As everyone is getting up to leave a handsome guy in tan pants, and a long white sleeve shirt comes in. “I’m your new professor, your last professor has had a mental breakdown so I will be taking over my name is Derek Hale.”

Allison leans over to Lydia. “He’s cute.”

Lydia shrugs her shoulders.

Ethan leans over to Lexi, “He is cute.”

“I think his mom is my business professor. Plus don’t you think your hands full with Jackson and Danny.”

He runs a finger down her nose. “Don’t be jealous.”

She scrunches up her face at him.

Jackson who is sitting next to Danny a couple rows in front of them looks behind him and spots Ethan they share a smile.

Xxx

Lexi pulls her car into the car gallery she notices all her father’s cars are here so he hasn’t left yet. Off of the car gallery is the temperature controlled wine room and an elevator. The elevator takes her up to the bedrooms level of the mansion which is the second floor. Her dad has the biggest bedroom on the floor. On a daily basis only two of the eleven bedrooms get used.

Peter Forbes’ bedroom has two sets of double doors, the first set opens up to a little hallway with a private elevator that almost never gets used, and extra shelving. The second set of doors opens up into the bedroom across from double doors are three sets of double doors to go out to a balcony. The amount of natural light coming into the room makes the black silk sheets shine. Across from the bed is a marble two sided fireplace and tv. On each side of the marble is a black bench.

As Lexi’s perfectly painted purple sparkly nails wrap around the first set of door knobs her phone rings with one hand she reaches in her back pocket and grabs her phone while turning the knob. It’s a text from Isaac. ‘My next class is not for another two hours I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch or coffee.’

‘I’m not on campus right now but will be back soon I’d love to do lunch or coffee. I’ll text you when I get back.’

She is focused on her phone when she opens the second set of doors and walks into her fathers room. “Hey dad. The keys to the-“ Lexi finishes her text and puts her phone back in her pocket. “Oh my god.”

The black silk sheets are all messed up because her father is on top of a brunette very pretty woman who she assumes is Alexis and thrusting into her.

Lexi looks up to the ceiling. “Put some clothes on. I have a simple question, I’ll just wait downstairs.” As she is walking backwards she announces. “Nice to meet you Alexis.”

“Door.” As Peter is rolling off her and pulling the sheet over both of them.

Lexi nods but to late she hits the side with her back. “I’m ok.”

Xxx

Peter scrambles out of his bed and grabs his jeans. He finds his daughter in her room throwing clothes in a bag. “What are doing?”

“I can’t sleep here tonight, I also can’t get the image of you thrusting into that woman out of my head.”

“Her name is Alexis, and when I told you about her this morning you didn’t seem to have any problems and you were nice just now to her.”

Lexi turns back to her father who never did grab a shirt so he’s in fitted blue jeans and nothing else. “I was faking it. I had other things on my mind when you told me. Thankfully my business class is in the morning because there is no way I would of focused on that test after this. I’m tempted to skip my afternoon class I’m so traumatized but I have a coffee date and I drove Ethan and Aiden so I can’t.”

Peter rubs his forehead this family can be so dramatic. The whole family the whole Forbes/Salvatore family is one big rich dramatic family. “This is not how I wanted this to go. Also where are you going to sleep?”

“I’ll sleep at the sorority house or the guest house. What do you mean you never wanted it to go this way. How did you want this to go?”

Peter is leaning against the wall just inside her bedroom with his arms crossed and his toned physic on display. “Eventually I wanted to invite her over and have you two meet. Did you only have morning classes?’

Lexi is still in her big walk in closet where her clothes are sorted into sections of party clothes, tops, pants/skirts/shorts, dresses, sweaters/jackets. The back wall is just one big shoe rack with heels, wedges, boots. All her jewelry is in the glass top island in the middle of the closet. Her belts are hung up on each side of the shoe wall.

“No my next class is not till 1:30 I need the keys to the Montecito home we were thinking of throwing a end of the year beginning of the summer party.”

“We meaning Aiden?”

Lexi nods, “We meaning Aiden had the idea but after telling us Ethan and I thought it was a good idea. A black light party in the night club would be perfect. Think about it live band on the polo field black light party in the nightclub. Plus the home does not get used enough to this party would really show the home some love.”

“I don’t like that this was Aiden’s idea, let’s hope this does not end with the Montecito police being called. The keys are in my office. What is it about Alexis you do not like.”

She turns back to her dad she can’t believe this question she barely knows the woman. “Other then the fact that I hardly know her and then see her getting rammed by my dad. She looks a couple years older then me and our names are similar.”

“She’s twenty six almost twenty seven I didn’t even realize the name thing.”

Lexi picks up her bag and as she is leaving she notes. “Why is this a theme in this family Cece cougar is with Chris who is thirty, you and Alexis who twenty six and a half, and Uncle Sawyer who has had sex with a hooker too.... Maybe the same one.”

Lexi gets halfway down the stairs when Peter calls after her. “We are not done with this get back here.”

The blonde turns around on the white with black and brown fabric spiral staircase. Her father is coming down to meet her. The light is shining on them through the three windows on the side of the stairs and there is a chandelier hanging from the cathedral high ceiling of the white marble grand foyer showering the grand foyer in natural light.

“I’m not a cougar like Cece, Alexis and I there is a relationship there. You know not to bring up Uncle Sawyer. Plus for us to have the same woman he would have to stay in the same place for more then a few days.”

“He’s been in Europe for a while, can you blame him for not wanting to come to America his money was withheld from him and he was in that plane crash. Are you forgetting Alexis is a hooker she sleeps with men for money and makes them feel good about themselves while she does. I do not want you to get hurt when you realize this.”

While the two forbes are on the stairs having this conversation their staff is busing around the estate some are cleaning, some are making food but nobody wants to go into the foyer.

Peter puts a hand on his daughters upper arm it’s just been the two of them for almost five years. No matter how old Lexi is she is always going to care and want to protect her dads feelings. His wife and her mom’s death hit them both hard.

“She’s an escort she is not just playing me. I know what I’m doing.”

Lexi nods. “Why couldn’t you decide to sleep with the sorority house mom Melissa or anyone else.”

Peter laughs “You know us forbes we don’t fall for the boy or girl next door.”

“True Aunt Liz is dating a drug kingpin.”

“That wedding when it happens will be interesting.”

XXX

Erica, Lydia, Allison and Malia are walking Greek row back to the house when they see campus patrol officer Jordan Parrish, young twenty four brunette Parrish. “Good after noon ladies. Miss Martin I found this on the ground and was wondering if it was yours?”

Parrish holds out a gold bracelet that Lydia was wearing last night as she takes it they share a smile. Alison Erica and Malia are watching this and once Parrish walks past them all three girls look at the red head. “Oh my god you and Jordan Parrish.”

“ Scandalous.”

“He’s hot.”

Lydia puts a finger up to her lips “Will you please keep it down.” They are passing Kappa Kappa Theta who tries to compete with Kappa Kappa Gamma. They do not need the president of Theta Hayden Romeo knowing this piece of gossip to use against Lydia and Gamma.

Once they get past Theta Lydia keeping her voice down tells her friends “Yes I’ve been seeing Jordan Parrish. “

All three girls get a text from their house mother Melissa McCall. “House meeting 3’o’clock.”

Kira is in Japanese history when her phone vibrates.

Xxx

Peter runs a hand through his hair before he returns to his bedroom expecting to find Alexis waiting for him in bed but the bed is empty, he glances in his big walk in closet his side is full of clothes his wife’s side is empty. A year after her death Lexi and him mustered up the courage to clean out her side of the closet they sold of the clothes but kept most of it and is now in storage.

He finds Alexis in his big en-suite bathroom she is in his bathtub which is full of bubbles. He bends down next to her. “I’m sorry about that earlier.”

She smiles at him and cups his chin with her hand which is dripping water on the floor. “Usually it’s the wife that walks in this is the first time a daughter has walked in on me.”

“How would you like to meet her?”

Her eyes widen and she drops all flirtation. “Excuse me she just walked in on us and you want the three of us to have a sit down dinner family style.”

Peter lets out a sigh and reaches out to push back a piece of her brunette hair behind her ear. “Of course not but maybe a actual meeting where nobody is caught having sex.”

Alexis puts her hand on her chin on the side of the porcelain tub. “She is not going to accept me. I doubt she will even take me serious I’m an escort who is dating her father.”

Xxx

While driving back to campus Lexi is tapping her finger against the stirring wheel, her phone rings but she’s busy driving so she doesn’t answer. When she gets back to Campus and meets Isaac at one of the coffee carts and after they get their coffee’s they both get French vanilla Frappuccino’s.

They sit down and while Isaac is talking about how he loves California he misses London Lexi is tapping her finger against the cup. “Are you ok?”

His voice pulls her out the trance she was in while he was talking she didn’t mean for it to happen. “Huh... oh yeah just a lot on my mind and Ethan and Aiden have a class I can’t tell them.”

Isaac feels bad for the sad blonde in front of him he likes her and he wishes she would confine in him. “Maybe I can help.”

She smiles at him it’s sweet he is offering to help her. “ Thanks maybe another time I will take a hug if your offering.”

They stand up and Isaac wraps his arms around her and she snuggles her head into his neck and he can feel her breath of relief during their hug.

Xxx

As Peter is walking her to the door something has been bugging him since Lexi mentioned he knows she brought it up tp hurt him but he has to know. “By any chance have you ever been with a tall, attractive I guess, super annoying, egocentric, has nicknames for everyone, blonde shaggy hair, wears leather jackets or button up shirts, probably conned you out of some money guy named Sawyer?”

Alexis stops at the front door and thinks about it everyone before Peter was a one and done. Peter is the first where they come back to each other and she enjoys him. “I don’t think so why do you know a Sawyer?”

Peter smirks as he open the door but she doesn’t see. “No.”

Xxx

House meeting always take place in the living room. There is a very open living layout of the house. There is a fireplace which is not used often since California and two couches with a table between them. There are a few chairs in the room too, two in front of the windows and one on the other side of the room in the corner. Above the fireplace there a photo of everyone in the house in front of the house.Lexi and Erica are always next to each other during house meetings and usually leaning against the pillars on each side of the entrance of the living room. Allison and Lydia are sitting in the chairs in front of the windows and the other girls are filling into the room. When everyone is there house mom Melissa McCall who is a mom to all the young ladies in the house but also a trained nurse and helps out in the hospital part of the school. Her long brown curly hair is dangling over her shoulders as she addresses all the ladies.

“Friday night is movie night and our annual sisters retreat is coming up where do you girls want to go.”

“Vegas.” Malia looks down at Lydia since Malia is sitting on the arm of her chair. “We all know she wants to go to Vegas to gamble.” Lydia nods.

“Mexico.”

Melissa looks over at the two girls sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, “Not twenty one and let’s keep it in America.”

“Aspen.”

“Who knows how to ski or snowboard.”

Half of the girls raise their hands including Lexi, Erica, Allison, Lydia and Malia and her roommate Kira.

Erica leans over to Lexi and whispers. “I remember the last time we went to aspen us, the twins and your parents for winter break. We had so much fun.”

Lexi smiles at the memory then gets sad because that was their last winter with her mom. “We did have a lot of fun. My dad is thinking of selling the place since we haven’t been there in a while.”

“Aspen it is, Now does anyone have any homes in Aspen or are we staying in a hotel?”

Most of the girls look up at Lexi. Some of the girls are jealous that Lexi has so much money and can have anything she wants on the outside looking in her life looks perfect little do they know her life is more dramatic then perfect. Her life may not be as dramatic as her cousins in New York City but she still deals with dramatic moments.

Melissa notices the young ladies look at Lexi. She’s heard their snide comments about Lexi, Melissa is privy to all the gossip in the house. As house mother Melissa is to care for these ladies and she treats them like her children. She also has a son who goes to UCLA Scott when he drops by the house sometimes the younger ladies of the house go crazy and surround him.

“Meeting dismissed. Lexi can I speak with you for a moment.”

Erica and Lexi share a look they both know what Melissa wants to ask her.

Xxx

Peter’s black Shelby 1000 Cobra pulls up outside his hotel and the valet take the keys and park it while he goes in and and makes sure everything is still running smoothly.

Xxx

Aiden and Ethan have been waiting behind Kappa for Lexi for almost fifteen minutes when she comes out. “What was going on in there and why do you have a duffel bag in the backseat?”

“House meeting were going to Aspen and guess where everyone is staying if you guessed our home you are correct.”

Ethan and Aiden share a look of worry as the doors unlock and they get in. Sure they could of got in before the doors were unlocked its a convertible and there is no hood but they are respectful of the Forbes family.

Lexi pulls up to a stoplight on sunset strip and her fingers are tapping on the steering wheel. The light turns green and she does not drive Aiden who is in the backseat looks behind them at a car and before the car can honk he waves his hand for the car to go around them. Ethan leans over and puts a hand on Lexi’s shoulder. “Are you ok hon.”

That touch of familiarity brings her out of her haze, “Huh oh right um.” She goes to put the car in park and Ethan puts a hand over hers. “I don’t know what’s wrong but before we get into an accident or someone flips us off I’m driving.”

Lexi does get to pull the car off to the side so they are not in the road. Ethan gets in the driver seat while Lexi is in the passengers seat and Aiden slides over so he’s behind the passengers seat then behind the driver seat.

Aiden slides his hands on each of the head rest and massages Lexi’s shoulders while she puts her head on the headrest and closes her eyes. Ethan takes a breath and looks in the mirror at his brother and they nod at each other. They live at the forbes estate and Lexi’s calls them the brothers she never had but they never drive the Forbes cars and this is a custom Lamborghini.

Once they are back on the road and headed to Montecito. Aiden asks “What happened to you this afternoon? You were fine when we left psychology.”

Lexi leans forward and runs a hand through her long blonde hair. “I met her when I went home to get the keys.”

“Met her as in....”

“Yes well met is not the right word saw her today.”

Ethan still keeping his eyes on the highway asks. “Saw her, saw her where?”

Lexi turns towards him and raises an eyebrow. Both twins at the same time go. “Ewww.”

“Yeah can’t get it out of my head. Forgot to mention I’m sleeping in the guest house tonight its still to fresh to step on the bedroom floor.”

“Totally get it.”

“So what is she like?”

Lexi looks back at Aiden in the rear view mirror. “Seriously.”

He shrugs and she sighs “Young she’s twenty six and a half brunette hair and has long dangling feather earrings and tattoos I couldn’t see what tattoos I was busy averting my eyes from the image of my dad thrusting into her.”

Xxx

Once they are through the gate and up the long driveway leading to the courtyard of the house. Since they are not going to be here long they just park outside the home not in the garage.

As they enter the octagon shaped grand foyer with natural lighting streaming in from a skylight, glass chandelier hanging down from the ceiling. A pink couch against the wall below a painting opposite the front doors are there are stairs going into the main house. “I love being in a sorority, but with the exception of Erica, Lydia Allison, Malia and Kira everyone thinks I’m made of money and I can just throw money at every situation. News flash people just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I have to spent it on you and stop expecting me too, plus stop expecting me to give up our homes as a place for you to use. Our home in Aspen we might be putting up for sale so we might not have it anymore but everyone just expects me to give up our home to host retreats. So they can brag we have a Forbes in our sorority. I just wished they wanted me as a person and not as Forbes.”

Both Ethan and Aiden put an arm around her shoulders. “We love you as you not because your a Forbes.”

They go through the mansion and where other homes have basements this home has a nightclub, wine tasting room, wellness center, sports bar and movie theater. The nightclub has a dj booth, six area’s for seating including white chairs, sofa and tables. On the far side there are doors to go out to the pool but with the black shades down it darkens the room to make it have more of the club vibe.

While Aiden is looking around the room planning the party in his head Ethan and Lexi flop onto one of the white fluffy love seats. Lexi has her head back and her eyes closed. “You need a massage after the afternoon you’ve had.”

“The masseuse is not here.”

Ethan smiles as he stands and grabs her hands to pull her up. “You go to the wellness center and I’ll call her or him then we’ll leave, it will give you time to get a massage, Aiden enough time to check this area out and I’ll be in the find something to do. Maybe catch a movie.”

“You love living vicariously through my heiress life.”

Ethan goes to open his mouth but Aiden who is at the clear dj booth which when on changes colors answers. “Yeah but don’t lie you love your heiress life.”

Lexi shrugs her shoulders “Your right I do its a hard life but someone has to live it.”

They laugh as Ethan slides his arm through Lexi’s linking their arms by the elbow. “Now my dear you are coming with me and Aiden is calling a masseuse.”

At the end of hallway there is three steps then a door and inside the door is the wellness center. A little waiting room with chairs, and a water jug and a little fridge with cucumbers and lemons to make cucumber and lemon water. There is a little changing room with robes, next to the massage room with two massage tables always ready.

As they are waiting for the masseuse Lexi and Ethan are just sitting on the table’s Lexi has a robe on ready to go when the masseuse gets here.

“By summer I’m going to choose between Jackson and Danny. I know I can not keep stringing them along.”

“I choose Jackson only because yes you and Danny are cute together he’s a hot guy from Nebraska he doesn’t understand the luxury of our lives, I think he’s only seen the guest house but was still surprised by it. Meanwhile Jackson is from Malibu he understands our lifestyles better. Plus while you and Danny are adorable you and Jackson are hot.”

The doorbell echo’s through the empty long halls of the mansion.Lexi slides off the table to get it but Ethan stops her “I’ll get it.”

Ethan opens the door to a cute tall man with light blonde hair, hazel eyes and stubble on his chin and mustache. “Cute you’ll do, let me show you to the massage room.”

When they enter Ethan hops back on the other table while Lexi is laying on her stomach and leans up to look at the masseur.”mmmh.”

While he is getting everything ready Ethan and Lexi are continuing their conversation like there was no interruptions. “So I can either be adorable or hot?”

“What is Aiden’s thought?”

”Jackson.”

The masseur slides his hands down Lexi’s bare back and up her shoulders. “Your shoulders have new stress.”

“Very new.”

“I’m going to text Melissa instead of going to Aspen in march why not come here for the retreat this home has everything.”

The masseur hands move from the knots in her shoulders to her lower back and Ethan agrees. “Good idea, since your selling the Aspen house that home could be gone by march.”

“Considering where it is and how much it is I doubt someone will snatch it up quickly plus its not even on market yet.”

Ethan stands up and bends down to be face to face with her “Have fun I’m going to the theater.”

“This is a beautiful home you have here Miss-“

Lexi even though her head is through the hole on the table she smiles all she can see is his black jeans and black shoes. “Forbes, Lexi Forbes you can just call me Lexi if you want.”

“Oliver.” He moves his hands from her back to her leg and runs them down her legs massaging the tissue.

Lexi loves to get a massage it’s more then just a spa day activity for her, it’s a relaxation thing where her life is so hectic people always around but when she gets a massage it’s just her and the masseur or masseuse.

“You really do have a beautiful home Lexi.”

“Thank you its one of my favorites.”

Oliver has made her flip and has gone back to the shoulders. “Was that your boyfriend that let me in.”

Lexi lets out a little laugh. “No that is one of my best friends his twin is around here somewhere.”

Xxx

After her massage she walks Oliver out, “Hope to see you again.” He nods as he leaves.

After Lexi changes back into a pair of teal skinny jeans a white tank top and a grey sweater with tan knee high stiletto boots and a white and tan purse. She has matched it with tan sunglasses and her rose gold diamond choker her mom gave her and a couple rings. She finds Ethan in the soundproof movie theater. “What movie is this?”

“Couldn’t decide didn’t want to get invested only to be interrupted.”

“Ready to go home?”

Ethan puts an arm around her shoulders as they leave. “I’m driving?”

Lexi smiles she might have just created a Lamborghini monster letting Ethan drive. “I feel great after the massage my mind is clear the shock is wearing off. Oliver really knows his stuff.”

“Ohhh Oliver.”

Lexi shoves him as they enter the night club and find Aiden on one of the couches. “Shut up. Ready to go hon?”

Aiden nods as he joins his twin and best friend. “Coming here really was what was needed today.”

Xxx

Lexi pulls her car into the gallery and they take a golf cart to the guest house. The estate is so big that there are several golf carts around the estate. If they don’t want to walk or are tired they can just get on a golf cart.

Xxx

Jordan Parrish is having trouble putting his key in his door while he has one hand holding Lydia up and she has her legs around his waist and peppering his neck with kisses. After a couple more tries he does get the door open.

Lydia’s lips go from peppering his neck to attacking his lips.

Xxx

Romania:

Six foot shaggy blonde haired Sawyer Forbes he has stubble on his chin and mustache. His innocent face and his smooth talking gets him in and out of so many problems he’s got himself into over the years. He walks into the bar and spots a familiar brunette at the bar and smirks. “We just keep running into each other freckles you going to tell me your name this time.”

The brunette turns around and smirks up at him. “Hello Sawyer your place or mine.”

He downs a shot and smiles down at her. “We went to mine in London so your place here.”

She downs her shot before picking up her coat “Your place last time my place this time if this happens a third where will we go that time?”

“Depends on where we are.”

She flips her hair out from underneath her coat and looks back at him. “It’s Kate.”

He smirks and puts an arm out “Lead the way freckles.”

#Forbes #lexi branson #ethan and aiden #Lexi Forbes #peter Forbes #lydia martin #erica reyes #isaac lahey #my writing

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3. Once Upon a Southern Night

Something Old, Something New

Warnings: Some racial tension. . .also might be some language but I can’t remember tbh

The thing about change is that it’s just that—change. You can change something, twist it, mold it, or turn it into whatever you wish for it to look like, but you cannot ever get rid of its original identity.

Living in Forks was no short of that. Life was a blessing, and your days were filled with laughter and excitement. Beginning your senior year—Jasper had graduated—but the two of you were dating and closer than you’d ever been. He took you on dates to see the stars and bought you flowers and little trinkets to brighten your day. You read books in his lap and went on double dates with Amelia and her boyfriend, Stuart.

You knew something was strange about your family—so much so that your mother’s weirdness no longer seemed so personalized. Maybe it was the fact they never ate around you, or maybe it’s the account of their golden eyes. And like your mother (and everyone else, frankly), your boyfriend was so inhumanly cold, like a Roman statue left in an icy museum.

But what did you look like asking such crazy questions? After all, what else could it be but coincidence? As for your mom and Carlisle, they were siblings—it was normal for them to share the same traits. But as for the others—Rosalie and Jasper were twins—and although they were different personality wise, they both had the same pale skin and bronze colored eyes. Maybe the old saying is true: living together with someone really does make you look alike.

One day while your family all hung out at the Cullen house, you received a letter in the mail. It was a bright, shimmering white envelope with fancy lace trimming. You opened it carefully—sure not to cut yourself so as to not to trigger Jasper’s weird paranoia around blood.

“Oh my god!” you shouted, running into the living room. You looked at your mom. “Ivy and Dale are getting hitched!”

“Wow, Ivy?” she said. “I remember the two of you growing up like it was yesterday. When’s the date?”

“March 5. It’s going to take place on Dale’s parents’ farm. The reception’s going to be in the big barn house!”

You whirled in excitement, only to dizzy yourself into Jasper’s arms when you realized you’d fallen. He brushed a stray curl from your face.

“A wedding?” he said. “I thought Ivy was only seventeen.”

“You can get married in Alabama at sixteen with parental consent. I’m sure the Lauderdales were thrilled to hear of the good news. Dale has been hanging ‘round since we were six.”

You popped back onto the floor. “I’ve gotta find a dress and everything! Oh wait—I should call and see if we’re doing matching dresses or if we’re all gonna be wearing different ones.”

You picked up your phone and raced to the kitchen where you could find some privacy and feel free to freak out some more. She picked up on the third ring.

“Lucille!” you cried, “I can’t believe it’s finally happening! Please send me a picture of the ring ASAP, okay?”

She giggled. “It’s not a big deal, Y/N. We’ve been engaged since we were twelve. It’s just that now we’ve got that ice and permission to prove it.”

The phone buzzed and you looked at the image of the triple diamond ring which had a band of diamonds all around. You recognized that ring. It was Dale’s grandmother’s sacred family heirloom, the one that’s been locked up tight in their security safe. He only let you and her see it once when you were both thirteen and his parents were out in the field.

“I’m so excited for the bachelorette party!” you gushed. “We’re going to have so much fun! We should go to Pensacola and go to one of them spa places and then we can—”

“Y/N,” she said quietly, cutting you off entirely. “You’re not on the bridesmaids list.”

You were quiet, your flailing arms caught in mid air. “I’m not. . .but you said—”

“I’m sorry, girl, but Mama already chose who's going to be in my wedding. There’s

Charlotte, Mary, Clarabelle, and Lydia. . .the ones I grew up with.”

“But. . .what about me? Didn’t. . .didn’t we grow up together?”

“Yeah, but. . .it’s just not the same, you know? Those people are family. You can still come to the wedding, of course. That’s why I sent the invitation.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel hurt. Here was your best friend telling you that you couldn’t be in the wedding. Mrs. Lauderdale. . .you thought she really liked you. Was it because you moved up north?”

“Oh, alright then. I was just—just calling to confirm the date. March 5, right?”

“Yeah, March 5.”

You hung up the phone and sighed at the counter, your head hung down. Just then, Jasper came walking in. He came up behind you and held you in place, his head resting on your shoulder. Suddenly, your mood improved instantly. But that was the thing about Jasper—he was always brightening your day when you felt down. It was part of the reason you adored him.

“You okay?” he whispered. “You know you don’t got to go to that wedding?”

You shook your head. “Of course I do. It’s my best friend’s wedding. How could I miss her big day? Besides. . .how did you even know I was sad?”

He stiffened. “I. . .uh. . .heard the conversation in the hallway.”

“Oh, well I guess that makes sense.”

He held you for a while against the hard granite.

“Jasper?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Will you be my date to the wedding?”

“Absolutely.”

Rosalie was the one officially in charge in helping you pick your dress. Alice had a vengeful streak and wanted you to wear a big, white gown that would take all the attention away from Ivy.

“It’s wayyyy too hot in the south for that,” you pleaded, “and I ain’t trying to cause no trouble! It’s her Mama who did it, not Ivy.”

“She should’ve overridden that stupid decision then,” Alice continued, braiding your hair. It was still funny to know that the tiny pixie girl knew how to do a full-set of box braids. “If it was my wedding—”

“But it isn’t your wedding,” Rosalie insisted. “And Ivy isn’t your friend. Now like I was saying, Y/N, this little yellow sundress would look so cute with your skin tone. . .”

They even hooked up Jasper. They got him a nice cornflower blue dress shirt and a cream colored suit. Emmett even put on a whole show of picking his hairstyle, and even though they went through all that progress and hard work, you kindly reminded them that a heat wave was coming the weekend of the wedding and that it was best just to leave his curls the way they were. Jasper did not take kindly to his brother after that.

“Why don’t you come with us?” you asked your mom as she helped you pack the last of your luggage. “It’s gonna be so lonely with just me and Jasper. And besides, I’m sure everybody wants to see you!”

“No, no, I can’t. I’m scheduled for a surgery the day of the wedding. I can’t cancel it either. It’s a cancerous tumor that needs to be removed.”

You sighed, sitting up on your bed. “I can’t believe it’s here. She’s getting married, mom. We’re all going to be adults and pretty soon, if things go to according to plan, me and—” You cut yourself off as the overwhelming thought engulfed you.

“That’s right. You and Jasper will have your own wedding someday. . .speaking of which. . .we need to talk about the future.”

“The future?”

“Yes,” she sat on your bed. “There are some things you need to know before you set your eyes on your own big day. We’ll talk about that all soon, I promise. But as for now, go and enjoy yourself with Jasper. You’ll have him all to yourself. . .”

“Mom!” you shouted. “Jasper—he’s too sweet for that. He’s a real gentleman! It hasn’t even been that long ago since we had our first kiss, and he was scared to even do that!”

She raised her brows. “Hmmm, maybe that’s what he wanted you to think. But guys are never shy when it comes to that subject.”

The next day, your family wished you off at the airport. Jasper bought you first class tickets—a feat you deemed both extravagant and unnecessary—and you slept on his shoulder for most of the way.

Immediately, touching down in your home state, everything felt so different. It was humid and hot; the type of sticky that makes your hair stick to the back of your neck, and people were so much more cordial then they were back at Forks. Some gave Jasper strange looks as he wound his fingers with yours, but again, nobody was unpleasant.

You would be staying at a hotel about thirty miles out from the country. There were, thankfully, two queen sized beds parallel to one another in the tiny room. But Jasper insisted sleeping in the living room part where a half wall separated the two of you.

On the big day, your boyfriend pulled out an authentic cowboy hat (the likes you’d never seen before), and the two of you headed down Ivy’s long dirt road.

Fields of cotton and peas lined either side of the road, and for long stretches, there were no houses except the occasional large country home with animals and plots of cultivated land. The ditches teemed with life: jumping frogs, tadpoles, crawfish, and lillies.

“Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve been in the country,” he said. “This place isn’t much different from home.”

“Home? In Forks?”

“Rose and I—before we were adopted—used to live in Texas.”

“Really? That explains your accent! I just thought you watched too many western flicks. Oh, but why doesn’t Rosalie have one?”

“Well, she just hides it, I guess.”

You arrived at the house. There was a trail of cars already parked in the grassy yard, and people made their way in their finest Sunday’s best to the row of chairs arranged in front of the big oak tree where the minister stood.

“Y/N!” one of your old childhood friends exclaimed when she saw you. She was dressed in a teal dress, and at her side was some unknown boy you hadn’t met. “It’s so good to see you!” She looked at your boyfriend. “And who’s this?”

“Jasper Hale, ma’am, I’m her date for the evening,” he answered, tipping his hat. The row of women waiting to greet you gushed at his manners, and dare you say, they checked him out so openly. You hugged his bicep tighter.

“Just for the evening or indefinitely?” she cooed.

“Indefinitely.”

You sat down in one of the middle rows, and watched in awe as the wedding processional came down the aisle. Ivy was dressed in a glittery dress and carried the largest bouquet of white roses you’d ever seen. Dale had tears in his eyes as he looked up at his bride. They were so perfect, so in love, it made your insides melt.

After the beautiful ceremony, the party moved the barn. The rafters were draped in lights and white ribbons and flower petals covered the ground. You chose a table nearest to one of the wooden walls and curled into Jasper’s side.

“You look so gorgeous,” he said, tucking a dandelion behind your ear. “You out-shined the bride, and you didn’t even have to wear that ridiculous dress Alice was trying to shove you in.”

“All of my girlfriends keep whispering about you. You’re the real star tonight. The best looking man in both Washington and Alabama.”

Just then, Mrs. Lauderdale approached your table.

“Y/N, how are you honey?” she asked as you hugged her plump form. As the mother of the bride, she was dressed in a simple white dress and rocked a crown of flowers in her hair.

“I’m wonderful. Have you met my boyfriend?” You allowed her to inspect Jasper as he offered a hand.

“My, my. What a fine young man,” she cried. “Who knew you could get such a catch?”

She pulled you off to the side, and although Jasper tried to follow, you insisted he stay behind.

“I hope you aren’t upset about the whole bridesmaid situation,” she said, patting your shoulder. “We wanted a small processional anyway—makes it so we can get to the food faster.”

You shook your head. “‘Course not. It was such a beautiful ceremony. And Ivy—she’s stunning,” you said as you admired her twirling form with her new husband.

“Well anyway, John and the guys want to see you. John?”

Mr. Lauderdale greeted you with a nod. “How’s it going?”

“All good here,” you answered enthusiastically. In all honesty, John and his friends intimidated you with their skeptical expressions and hawk-like eyes. It was obvious the men of the family didn’t like you as much as the girls did—and that was fine. You were here for Ivy, not them.

“You got yourself a white boy?” Vernon, Ivy’s brother, asked. “A Yankee?”

“Actually, Jasper’s a Texan. And yes, he’s white. But it isn’t weird or anything.”

Like he was in on the conversation, he smoothly slid in beside you, his cold hand wrapping around your waist.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said as he addressed the men. “I’m a Houston native, by the way. I was raised on a farm myself—had a chocolate brown mare named Buttercup and a field full of bulls.”

“Ah, really? That makes me even more surprised to see you here.”

“Pardon me?”

Vernon smirked. “Y’all go and enjoy yourselves.”

Jasper pulled you away from the barn with a little more determination than you thought was needed. He hadn’t looked nor spoken until the two of you were completely alone by the fence where the ponies ran.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly. “You seem upset.”

“It’s nothing. I didn’t like the way those boys were talking. Had to get outside and clear my mind.” He pulled you closer to his body, and his cool skin felt good in the heat of the night.

“Holding you like this makes me get so sentimental,” he admitted. “It makes me want to take you to the nearest courtyard and get official. It makes me want to buy you a hundred acres and a big, nice house by a river. It makes me want to give you a bunch of kids to keep us company, so we can grow old together and live happily ever after.”

“I like when you get sentimental,” you breathed.

“But,” he stopped, “that last part might not be able to happen. There’s something you should know about me—about our family before you decide to give your heart away.”

“What do you mean? What could possibly be so earth-shattering that it’d make me stop loving you?”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, staring deeply into your eyes. His brows were creased, forehead wrinkled in thought.

“Y/N, I wanted to wait to tell you, but I can’t stand lies. Most importantly, I don’t like to lie to you.”

“Just say it, baby.”

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness.

It was a tall man, about the same height and build as Jasper, with bright crimson eyes and long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. He stared at you intensely before casting his burning gaze to Jasper.

“It’s been a long time, old friend,” he said darkly before inhaling deeply. “And it’s been even longer, Camille.”

And here the real story begins. Also I like cowboy Jasper playing with ponies maybe I’ll do a drabble on that.

Part One Part Two Part Four

#jasper hale #jasper hale imagines #jasper hale x reader #twilight #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #alice cullen #cowboy jasper 'cause i said so #i asked my mama if i could be a horse rider and she said no

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fyregrayfong · 4 years

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Hesitate 7|15

FryeArcana

Chapter 7

You Say

Summary:

You finally let Lin know your story. Who you are and what caused those scars on your body.

You spend the day with Asami and go racing in the new Racer cars her dad has made.

“I thought I had you there” you smile as you take the helmet off and look over at Asami as she climbs out of her car and fixes her hair.

“I’ve had time to get better, these cars are nothing like the satomobiles” she smiles as she puts the helmet on the car seat.

“yeah, it has way more power and speed” you smirk as you did the same and followed Asami back to the mansion and get some refreshments.

“so how was your little date with Mako, it was a couple of nights ago right?” you look over at her as Asami is sipping on some lychee juice.

“hmm? Oh it was really nice. He’s sweet. We had dinner then you saw that he came with me to the gala, then we took a carriage through the park” she smiles a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

“that’s nice, as long as you like him and happy then I'm happy too” you smile back and eat some fruit from the fruit bowl.

“y/n!” you heard an older man calling after you and you turn around and see Hiroshi Sato

“hey, Mr. Sato! Long time no see” you smile and walk over to him and extend a hand to him.

“come on, you know better, I’ve told you to call me Hiroshi.” He gives me a stern look but quickly smile “no matter, when Asami told you me you’ve returned to Republic City, I knew it was a matter of time before I would see you here. You are coming back to Future Industries?” he looks up hopefully

“Y/N is working with the police now remember, dad?” Asami walks up to the both of you and puts a hand on her father’s shoulder

“ah, yes that’s right. So how is it working with Chief Beifong?” he looks at you with a intrigued expression.

“it’s exciting honestly, but I see what all the comments about her demeanor comes from. What can you expect from being Chief of Police. It comes with the title I guess” you smile but quickly change the subject not wanting to talk ill of Lin “Asami mentioned your new line of racer cars, we took a test run and it’s coming out nicely.”

“Ahh so you’ve had a chance to check them out, good. How did you think of the design? We implemented those colors you’ve mentioned, yellow and red.” He walks you girls out towards the gardens of the mansion.

“the overall is nice, it’ll surely catch the audience’s attention when the red and yellow cars are flashing by. Surely, it’ll help with gaining the attention in future investors and clients” you smirk

“well I take help any way I can and if it wasn’t for your keen eye on design, these satomobiles wouldn’t have taken off. What was your pitch at the meeting?”

“oh you’re overreaching there Hiroshi, all I mentioned was about curving the overall look of the car, it helped with speed. 100% durability 100% desirability 1000% A good time” you chuckle as you mention the pitch again.

“that’s the pitch, that’s what won over those investors.” He clapped his hands and had a laugh

“well it was a group effort. Future Industries is known for using the very best materials, no cutting corners. All we had to do was design a car that not only attracts people, but also elevates the people driving it. If it makes you feel good while you drive it, it’ll be out in the streets more times than just parked in some street or house. Even then, it’s free publicity when a car looks so good that it attracts more customers to make a purchase for a satomobile rather than a Cabbage Car.”

Hiroshi smiles and chuckles “always quite the salesperson, it’s that bright mind that I miss on the team, but I understand you had other plans.”

You nod understanding and lightly shrug “I learned a lot with you and Asami, but the spirits had other plans for me, and who am I to ignore it” you smile

After some time you’ve spent with Asami and Hiroshi you’ve made your goodbyes after lunch and left.

Walk thru the park and decide to take a seat under a tree overlooking the water, you take a moment to meditate closing your eyes and focus on the noise around you of people enjoying their time outside and kids’ laughter, you can’t help but smile.

‘fancy seeing you here” a voice you recognized all too well

You crack a smile as you slowly open your eyes and look up to your right and see Lin walking towards you. “Afternoon, Chief, I could day the same thing. Care to join me?”

Lin looks around and just when you think she was going to refuse she surprisingly leans down and sits beside you. “I see you’re enjoying your day off”

“yeah, I figured it’ll be good to get some fresh air” you exhale deeply then look out at the water “how’s the station?”

“busy as usual, nothing new, but the streets are calm, surprisingly” she groans as she leans back on the tree

“that’s good, take in the scenery, breath in some fresh air before having to get back to the station. Take advantage of it” you look back at her and your eyes sort of smile on their own as you can’t help but notice how the run radiates and highlights Lin’s eyes to a beautiful soft green.

“can I ask you something?” Lin not noticing your glance but turns her head to look at you.

“anything chief”

“so what’s your story? You mentioned that you have this whole story in the making.” She creeps her arms up and crossing them in front of her.

“ahh, my story huh, well it’s pretty long, if you dare to stay to listen to it all.” You grin as you rub the back of your neck

“depends on how well the story is” she mutters

You breathe deeply mentally preparing yourself to tell your story “well, I have an earthbender of a father and my mother was a waterbender, their marriage produced three kids - all girls -- me being the eldest and the earthbender, the second a waterbender, then the surprise of the family the youngest, a firebender. She is quite the hot head that one, turns out we got some fire benders from my dad’s side. We stayed in Ba Sing Se” You close as you remember your family and chuckle at the thought when you think about your sisters.

“Did your scar come your fire bending sister?” Lin softly asked listening intently

“oh I see, you’re trying to figure out the story behind these scars.” You smirk “all you had to do was ask Chief, no need to beat around the bush. I’m an open book, just got to learn to ask the question.” You look over at her and scoff

Lin tenses up and frowns rolling her eyes “it’s not nice to pry, some folks don’t like talking about their life.” She muttered under her breath.

“so, if I tell you the story of my scar, will you tell me yours?” you taunt her seeing if your push might get you to find out how she got her scar as well.

Lin looks over at you then looks away “I don’t like to talk about it..” she trails off

“hey, I don’t like to be pressured into anything, so I won’t pressure you, but since I like you I don’t mind telling my story. Everyone has a story worth telling, but no one will hear it unless you voice it.” You mimic your voice like an old monk and laugh “that’s what this old merchant once told me”

“so how did you get your scar?” you hear Lin’s voice as soft as you never heard before you think some other lady was with you.

You inhale and exhale as you prepare to speak

“I was 12 and I was walking out of school, heading home. On my way I saw this small non-bender boy probably around the age of 10 getting teased and bullied by 5 older boys. I heard them tell this little boy all sorts of trash remarks. How weak he is to be a non-bender and that he has no purpose in life if he can’t bend.”

You look down sadden remembering the scene then ball your hands into fists

“I got so angry that I meddled in and defended the boy, told the group to leave him alone and that they were all just a bunch of dumb schoolboys. They were no better than the little boy. The group of boys all snickered and told me to leave, that this was no place for a girl. A pretty girl like myself should focus on how to be a lady instead of meddling into “man” talks. Whatever that means” you roll your eyes and scoff.

“I told them to shove their man talks into their pants and started to fight them giving the little boy time to run and escape. I was able to scare off two of the boys, but I was overpowered when the waterbender froze my hands together and gave an earthbender the chance to knock me to the ground, the firebender, the ringleader of their group told the other two guys to hold me down and he put his foot on my head. Told me that he hoped this would stop me from meddling into what doesn’t concern me and that it’s such a shame since I was a pretty girl, then he blasted me with his firebending all down the left side of my back and a slash across my left bicep. The other two boys got so scared from the sight I don’t think they knew the firebender would do such a thing. My screams of agony scared them all to run away from the scene. I soon passed out from the pain, next thing I know I wake up in a water basin in a dark candlelit room. My eyesight was glazed over, but I could see someone there with me, a healer, softly speaking to me that I was okay and that she was doing her very best to heal my burns. Her voice sounded so beautiful and easily trusting, I didn’t recognize her or see any details on her face except two things, one, she had the most beautiful eyes, a bright blue almost teal, as blue as the clearest ocean or sea in the world. The second that she had on this necklace with a crescent or something I couldn’t really tell. I tried to speak but my throat was so dry, and I felt so weak that I just knocked out again. The following morning I was in a bed with bandages wrapped around chest and arm. I never saw that healer again, I asked about her, but it turned it she was just traveling by on her way out when she ran into me and took me to that healing hut and didn’t leave until I was in the clear. Once I got home my parents were so angry once they found out what happened to me. I rebutted that I couldn’t just stand idly by and let a poor boy get tormented. My dad finally gave in and smiled; told me he was proud even though it was stupid to try to take on 5 guys at the same time.” You smile and laugh remembering his words, then look down overcome with sadness.

“sometime later my dad overcame with an illness, Cabbage Fever, I believe. My mom tried every remedy she knew from her water tribe roots, but nothing worked, and he soon passed away.” You take a moment to yourself as you look up at the water nearby in front of you and Lin. You don’t look at her as you try to control your emotions then continue on. “you know...there is this saying that when two people are destined to be together, their spirits are tethered together. Sort of like one can’t live without the other… I believe that is what happened with my parents. They couldn’t live without the other because as soon as my dad passed my mom no longer had the strength to live on. Or at least her spirit didn’t, and her body followed after and soon she passed quietly in her sleep. The only thing the healers could explain in simpler terms was that my mother passed from a broken heart…” you ball your fists more as to try not to try but you can feel tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

“I was 16, my sisters were 14 and 12. My parents prepared in any case were this to happen we had guardians in place. Turns out we have family all around the world. The waterbender went to live with an aunt in the southern water tribe and the firebender lived with an uncle and aunt in the fire nation. I was supposed to go to live with my uncle in Ba Sing Se, but I was adamant that I wanted to travel the world. I didn’t want to be stuck in someone else’s home. So I packed up my things, made sure my sisters were taken care of and promised to send whatever money I can to them and send them letters of my travel. I spent the next year or so traveling all over the world. Spent a couple months in Kyoshi Island where the Kyoshi warriors were kind enough to each me to fight, learned about girl power, and even were kind enough to teach me some chi blocking fighting style. Spend another month at Ember Island, visited the Si Wong Desert, where I spent some time sand-sailing with some Si Wong people. The Northern Air Temple was interesting since it was taken over by Earth benders, spent some time with my sisters at the Southern water tribe, saw the northern spirit lights. Just to name a couple of places” you smile “I met a couple of nice of people alone the way. After two year I felt like maybe it was time to settle down and went to Republic City, I stepped into this little tea shop owned by the sweetest old lady who offered me shelter in exchange to help her clean the shop and wash dishes. She even taught me to cook some dishes. I spent about a month in the city and ran into the Sato family one day. Gave them some smart ideas about their satomobile designs, Hiroshi Sato liked it so much he offered me a job as the Head of Design for the satomobile and other cars.” You hear a noise coming from Lin and your ear perks up and turn over to her

“wait, you’re telling me that the car that I drive as well as the rest of Republic City…” Lin gives you an incredulous face, her lips parted not believing a word you’re saying at this point. It gives you a moment to start laughing and you grin. “Yup, I designed them. Well Hiroshi Sato had a blueprint of his initial plan, but I modified it to give the sleek design it has now. The curves and overall look that makes those cars desirable to own. Might I add, you look incredible in your car, Chief. Even though you don’t need the car to look incredible. You do well on your own.” You smirk and look at her that Link closes her lips and gives you a small frown you can see a slight blush creep up on her cheeks and rolls her eyes giving you a puff and looks away. “Quit the garbage, y/n”

You softly laugh “I’m serious on all accounts, the design, and about you in the car. I think you’ve known me long enough to know that I am nothing but honest.” You smile then you lean back on your arms and look over at her. She just lets about puff of air crossing her arms more on her check. You let the silence settle down a bit before you attempt to speak again “I spent two years in republic city working with the Sato, I kept hearing a voice that there was more other there for me. Most people would call me stupid for leaving a good job. I was paid handsomely; I could afford anything I wanted. I send half of my earnings split between my sisters and kept the other half and still had a hefty amount of yuans left. I looked at tourist attractions and a couple of maps and noticed about Zaofu. I already told you that part and the whole part of me coming back here.” You think back making sure you haven’t left out anything out then realized “oh! The cycle, it was a parting gift from Asami and Hiroshi Sato, it was Asami’s idea and it gave the two of them a chance to work together, so that was nice. They both built it together but Asami made clear that she handled the overall look. During the time I spent with Asami, I learned to maintain that cycle. So far that cycle is my most prized possession. It’s my preferred mode of transportation.” You smile then exaggerate a long exhale then give a long stretch

“well that’s everything, you’re caught up to my story” you look over at Lin and her eyes are full of awe and wonder.

“but you’re so young, yet you’ve experience so much.” Lin muttered

“yeah, it’s a gift and a curse” you mumble

“how so?” Lin raised an eyebrow as she glances your way focused on you and only you.

“well most people just stay at the place they were born. So people my age all they know is their place of birth. So it’s hard to find exciting people. I tend to relate more and make better friends with the older generation, who have gone out and explored or have experiences, than people my own age.” You softly chuckle

“well not me, I’ve stayed here in Republic City majority of my life. It’s all I know and all I want to know” Lin mumbled

“I didn’t mean to offend, it’s good that you know what you want, but I feel it deep inside that Republic City is where I am needed.” You look up at the sky and see the sky setting

“so since you got to know more about me. You want to tell me about your scar?” you softly speak not really looking over at Lin

There is a long pause and you’re about to tell her to forget about it until you hear her voice as she tries to speak.

“I was answering a call about a robbery, I answered and ran into the car and chased it down. I rammed into the car with my metal cables and saw Su- the perp steps out the car. I told her to stay where she was, and she attempted to leave. I apprehended her with my metal cables, that’s when Su- she cut herself free and the cables recoiled and hit me on the cheek. The pain was excruciating. I closed my eyes from the pain and by the time I opened them the perps were gone.” It sounds like the story causes Lin to get upset.

“wow, that sucks. I hope you found that perp and slammed her into a ceil” you mutter out loud as you lay back putting your arms behind your head.

“oh I tried” Lin mumbled under her breath; you could barely catch what she said.

“what?” you look over at her

“I couldn’t find her. It seemed like she escaped the city” Lin quickly spoke out.

“well if I was that perp I would do the same thing. I would probably just change my name and ask Mother of Faces to grant me a new face.” You breathe out you can’t help but notice Lin smile at your comments which brings a smile to your face.

“but that firebender-- the one that gave me this scar--was wrong about one thing”

“what’s that?” Lin asked and you smirk as you look down

“those scars actually helped me in the whole romance department. Women love scars, I would be lying if I said I picked them up by my charming personality” you smile and laugh softly “there is something about scars that people find attractive, I guess it’s the mystery behind the scar, it gives them a sense of danger, sexiness. I don’t know but its works. So maybe I should find that guy and give him a thank you card” you shrug and look at Lin your eyes glancing over to her scars. “I think they’re right” you mutter as you sit up and look at Lin turning half your body towards her.

“I had every intention of getting revenge on that guy but If I remember right there’s that saying about how revenge is like a two-headed rat-viper. While you watch your enemy go down, you’re being poisoned yourself. It's easy to do nothing, but it's hard to forgive.” You softly speak then look up at Lin “as much as it’s easy to go after the person who caused you and I harm, sometimes it’s better to forgive and move on, and plus the scars you have are hot” you smile

“Don’t let the scars wear you. You wear the scars like a sexy badass. They increase your sex appeal. I mean you’re beautiful with or without the scars. I’ve never seen you without the scars but you look incredible hot now.” you mutter out then your eyes widen realizing you just said all that out loud. You slowly turn your head over to look at Lin, your cheeks a bright red, and you see her look at you with a blush as well.

“what did you say to me?” she muttered, her breathing gets slightly uneasy. unsure what to do.

You lean in a bit and reach over and softly brush her scars on her cheek, her breath hitches. “you, Lin Beifong, are beautiful. It’s hard not to find you beautiful.” You softly whisper as you look at her eyes and see the sunset setting down. The rays hitting her eyes illuminating you glance between her eyes and lips and the air around the both of you has drastically shifted. You sense a change of gravity as you slowly lean in and Lin’s body seems to react the same way. Both of your faces merely inches apart, “Lin…” you whisper the breath from your lips touch hers and causes her lips to part slightly as you can feel her breath hit your lips as well. Your hand softly on her scarred cheek and you close your eyes readying yourself with anticipation to kiss her.

There’s a static noise and the sound of a radio interference comes thru “Chief Beifong do you copy” those words seem to wake Lin from a trance and you feel a hand on your chest slowly push you back, you open your eyes and see Lin lean back as she looks down slowly shaking her head.

“This can’t happen”

“Chief, do you copy?” the officer on the radio calls out again.

“Lin…” you speak out softly, your eyes with confusion on what’s going on.

“this didn’t happen” Lin doesn’t seem to listen to you as she quickly gets up and collects herself.

“Lin” you call out to her. You mind can’t think of anything other than her name. She finally looks up at you and stands her ground.

“nothing happened” her voice stern as she gives you a glare as she starts walking back to her car.

“1-2 Chief, do you read me?” the officer calls out again thru the radio

“what is it!” Lin barks out as she answers the call

“Sorry Chief, councilman Tarrlok called. He wants to speak to you about a council meeting at City Hall” the officer rang out Lin pushes the button to respond

“I’m heading over there now” Lin groans in annoyance then ends the transmission.

You finally catch your thoughts and walk over to Lin “so are we not going to talk about what almost happened?”

Lin looks around and then gives you a hard glare “There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing. happened.” She muttered harshly then quickly speeds off. You stand there at the sidewalk left with more confusion and walk back to the tree and try to gather your thoughts.

You groan and sit back down then out of aggravation you punch the ground and accidentally raised a piece of earth above the ground and you curse under your breath and try your best to fix the ground back to its previous state. Then fall back on your back and close your eyes picturing everything as if rewinding then stop at that moment. The moment everything changed.

Lin drove down the streets of Republic City, but her mind was racing with the images reserve in her mind. Y/N mentioned you was beautiful and your whole demeanor changed. Your face went… soft. It’s as if Link didn’t think she could or would be called beautiful, sexy, she thought she didn’t have any sex appeal. Yet, here is y/n and she is telling you all these things that were unheard of to you. Then if that wasn’t enough, she had to softly touch your face, she caressed your cheek with such delicacy as if not trying to cause you any more harm on your scarred cheek.

Your body just reacted to hers and leaned in, leaned into her touch, leaned into her space. You had this longing feeling, something awakened deep inside you that you couldn’t quite place. You saw her lean in, right? Y/N leaned in just as much as you. Right? No. You lost control. You went weak. You shake your head and concentrate behind the wheel, swerving to the next lane as you almost hit a truck, then gain control.

“No, this can’t happen. Nothing happened. This is just my mind playing tricks with me.” Lin mutters under her breath as she looks out into the streets as she drives gritting her teeth.

You stay at the park and pulling your knees up to your chest as your mind keeps replaying those images in your mind. There is something brewing between the two of you, at least from your part you’re starting to fall for Lin. Do you think Lin feels somewhat the same? I hope nothing changes between us during work. You wonder then fall onto your back and cover your face with your hands. This is going to be a long night.

#TLOK1Hesitate #fanfic #linbeifong #lin x reader #Fyrefics

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maximum118 · 3 years

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Ashes of the Phoenix

Zen: Huh I though RTS would be pubished

Me: Not this month this is AOP and The Sitcom only.

Yin: O...K?

Me: Plus with the sequel still in planning for RTS I need to forcus on the two that are newer.

?: Aww sweet!

? 2: Behind her* She does care!

Me: GET THE FUCK OUT.

Chapter 2- Them...

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Knocked out on the ground was Hato. Around him was his father, Satori, Heisu, and Haruki. Satori looks at her father.

"Will he be alright??" she asks. Her father pats her back. "Have faith, you three. Your siblings don't die or give in easily…" he says.

He walks over, kneels to Hato, and pets his white hair. "We'll have to leave you soon…please watch your sister…".

Hato unconsciously grabs a familiar haori snapping his eyes; he sees his father's haori with Zen with a bamboo muzzle on her mouth wrapped in it.

"Your awake." Says a familiar voice. Hato instantly sits up and hugs Zen to his chest. In front of him is Eita standing with his arms crossed.

"Head down the mountain and find a mountain called Fenikkusu Mountain. Then look for a black-haired man wearing a crow mask. He may help you with your quest. Keep your twin out of the sun. She can die from the sunlight. She should be fine as it is cloudly Safe travels." Says Eita as he zooms away.

Hato looks at his sleeping twin with a smile.

~Later~

Hato says his prayers mentally at the burials of his four deceased family members. Zen stares at the tombs sadly. Hato pulls out the flower crown Haruki gave him just yesterday and places it on the grave of Haruki. Hato says his goodbyes, grabbing his twin's hand, and begins to run to an area where she would be safe.

After running down the mountain, Hato guides Zen to a cave and puts her there. "Alright, Zen, stay here. I'm going to find something, alright?" asks Hato.

Zen looks at him and nods. Hato gets up and goes to look for something to carry her in. After walking around, he sees a basket and bamboo, and a cloth. He runs up the duo gardening.

"Excuse me, sir! Can I have the bamboo, basket, and cloth?" asks Hato, a curious glint in his eyes.

The man turns to Hato. "Sure for what good it'll do you. It's covered with small holes." He says.

Hato smiles. "It'll work. How much do you want for it?"

"It's free. Go on ahead and grab it."

Hato pulls his wallet out and grabs a few coins. "Let me pay for it."

The guy sweatdrops, "No need to jeez calm down."

Hato pulls his hand and slaps coins in his hand. "Shut up and take my money." He says.

Hato grabs the stuff while the guy holds his hand in pain. Running to the cave, he looks around him. Many trees and flowers surround him, his eyes land on a red flower, and his mind thinks of Riku, and his eyes soften Riku…I hope your OK…We can't go back… We'll run into each other soon…hopefully…thinks Hato.

Making it to the cave where Zen was digging a hole. Hato stares at his twin, uh…what? Is my demon sister becoming a mole now? He thinks.

"Zen?" asks Hato. Zen turns to her older twin tilting her head. Hato smiles at her. "Hey. Are you that afraid of the sun?"

Zen nods, looking at her brother. "Alright, I'm going to do something…" says Hato.

Hato fixes up the basket he got. Entering the cave, he placed the basket down. "Hey Z? Can you go into the basket?" He asks.

Zen looks at him, blinking confusedly. Hato points to the basket "Bas-ket," he sounds out. Zen crawls out from the hole and slides in the basket.

Hato sweatdrops she's too big…He thinks. Then Zen moves more in, then flips the basket and shrinks. Hato panics. "Ah! Zen!" he goes to the basket.

Zen looks up to her twin with her gold eyes. In front of Hato was Zen as a Child with her big yellow eyes. A sense of nostalgia goes straight through him. Zen looks at her brother, blinking. He pats her head. "Sorry Zen…Good girl…" he says.

Looking at his sisters' longer, messier hair Hato gets an idea. He picks Zen out and begins to try and braid her pale blonde hair. As he tries to braid, he notices that her ashen blonde hair had white ends. Blinking, he grabs his little sister's child-hands and sees that they're sharper, fading to red. "Hm…Weird…hey Zen?" asks Hato.

Zen looks at him, making small noises. "Are these all aspects of a demon??" asks Hato. Zen shrugs, Hato finishes the first-time braid and uses a ribbon to tie extra hair. Hato then picks Zen up and places her in the basket.

"Sorry if it isn't good. I think it'll be easier to tame, though." He says. Zen nods in agreement.

Putting the cloth over the basket, then slipping the basket on. Hato begins walking to the mountain he was told to go to.

~Meanwhile~

Riku trails behind Meiro and Yang as they enter a wisteria family crest house. Meiro would look over his shoulders to watch Riku and make sure he didn't do anything. Yang glances at him. "I said to put a gag on him. Why haven't you done that yet?" Asks Yang.

Meiro glares at his older half-brother. "He hasn't hurt anyone yet, Yang…".

Yang sighs. "Meiro. Father may have allowed it, but he too asked for a gag…" He moves his hand to his snake-hilted sword.

"I won't do it!"

"Do you want to be eaten, Meiro?"

"He won't! Now can we clean his kimono?! It's covered in blood! Along with his mouth!"

Yang sighs and turns to Riku. "OK, demon, take your kimono off. We have extra." He says, turning away. Riku begins to take his black kimono with blue feathers and flame. The kimono was off his shoulders when Yang turns and freezes "Woah, Woah! In a separate room!!" he says.

Meiro blinks. "I wouldn't-"

"Meiro Chisaki, you finish that sentence, you will be back with father in HQ as a bloodied pulp and broken bones."

Meiro shuts up completely. Yang then pushes Riku into a room with an extra kimono. He looks to Meiro. "Go dampen a cloth. To clean Riku's mouth." He says.

Meiro nods and goes to get a cloth. Yang places his sword on the wall letting it rest on the wall. Removing his dark haori with the yin and yang symbol and snakes, he puts it on his sword's hilt. Going into another room, changing into the kimono given to him by the old lady.

"My…what a nice view I saw," says a voice. Yang freezes and looks at the window.

There sat a black-haired individual with purple eyes in the window. A smile was on his face, Yang glares at him. "Hiroshi. I see that you're still a stalker." He says. The man known as Hiroshi smiles and enters the room. Looming over the much shorter man, eyes clearly showing the kanji for "Lower Rank one."

Yang glares at him. "What do you want," he says with bitterness in his words. Hiroshi chuckled at the attempt to scare him.

Hiroshi moves closer to Yang and gently grabs his chin. "Why else? For you, my little snake harshira. I want you to join the demon's side." He says.

Yang pulls the demon's hand away from his chin. "It will never happen, Hiroshi. I don't even believe that's your real name."

Hiroshi glares. "You will be a demon and be by my side. I won't let you leave like the one before you."

Yang turns from him. "You slept with me more than once. Find someone else."

Hiroshi's purple eyes glared at him and about to leave. "You will be mine, harshira. I'll become an upper rank and physically take you if I have too" he says, disappearing. Yang leaves the room to see Riku with a gag and Meiro holding his forearm.

Yang runs over. "Meiro! What happened?!". Hiroshi must've put something over the room they were in. Whatever happened must've been loud. He would've come out right away if that was the case.

Meiro looks at Riku, who seems shocked or disgusted with himself. Yang pulls Meiro's hand off his forearm and sees bite marks and claw marks. Looking to the side, he saw Meiro's Wisteria Flower pouch on the ground.

"I won't ask again. What happened?"

" He bit me…So I had to get him off. I pulled out wisteria flowers, and he backed off…He put the gag on himself… He's disgusted by himself…" explains Meiro. (Diizaren, You gave me the idea. Meiro did look like food to the insecure demon boi)

Yang walks over to the demon who's cowering in a corner. Riku looks up in fear at the older auburn male. Tears were desperately appearing in his pale teal eyes, looking away from Yang. Yang feels his eyes soften. He may be a demon, but he's still young… He's obviously sorry for what he did…thinks Yang as he pets Riku's red hair.

"You…must be disgusted by what you did…so you wanted a gag. You did the right thing…I just remembered…We never asked your name…What is it…."

Riku grabs a piece of paper and a paintbrush and then writes."

"Riku. Todoroki Riku."

"Riku? That's a nice name…

My name is Chisaki Yang..

My brother is Chisaki Meiro…."

~Meanwhile~

As nightfall lands on the land of Japan, Hato lets his sister out of the basket, and the twins walk side by side. The lady Hato stopped to talk to said this was the way to the mountain they were getting sent to. Though she did tell, people have gone missing up in the mountain. So best to have his demon twin with him in case he goes missing.

The twins begin to walk past a temple when Hato freezes. His eyesight was 10 times better in the night, and he saw blood and a demon eating a human arm. The demon senses them and leaves the temple jumping on top of Hato. Zen meanwhile had drool dripping from her mouth onto the ground, her pupils becoming slits as the scent of blood and meat filled her nostrils. Craving a feast, she stares at the bodies.

Hato struggles against the demon. Pushing the demon off, Hato realizes the demon looks strangely familiar to him. Then the moonlight shone on the demon, revealing deep-red hair in a similar style to Hato's mother, who passed away many years ago after Haruki's birth. The shadow on the demon's eyes lifted, showing pale teal eyes with slits and blood dripping down from his mouth, where a scar from the right corner of his mouth to his ear. The black kimono the demon wore was awfully recognizable with red flames on the end and sleeves.

N-No...it couldn't be…thinks Hato, gold eyes shrinking. As if Hato's world wasn't broken enough…it was shattered completely. In front of him was Kouten, his elder brother the one that went missing three years ago.

"K-Kouten…It can't be…you… can't be…a demon," says Hato, heartbroken. Kouten growls in response. Kouten then dashes over to Hato and pins him to the ground, fangs bared with blood on the pearly whites. Hato tries his best to hold off his elder brother from biting down on his neck or collarbone.

His eyes were filled with shock, horror, and tears. "Kouten! Stop!" sobs Hato. Kouten doesn't hear him and gets closer to Hato's neck. When Zen hears her twin's sobs, she automatically turns her attention from the dead bodies to Kouten and Hato. Zen's eyes clearly show anger as she dashes over and kicks Kouten off of Hato.

Kouten growls and zips to Zen, grabbing her and throwing her into the nearby forest. Hato panics and tries to follow after his two siblings. With Zen, she regains her footing and gets a clear view of Kouten. Zen's eyes shrink K-Kouten…No…she thinks tears gather in her pale-yellow eyes.

She and Kouten were close. She followed him everywhere in the house when she was younger. Kouten was an ideal older brother. He worked day and night for money to give his siblings and dad something for their birthdays. When their father needed rest Kouten would do the cooking, cleaning, and watch his younger siblings. When Saisho was out, Kouten would, to the blunt of getting more stuff. He was highly charismatic as well, and to go with it, he had good looks. Every girl wanted him, but he always turned them down since he chose his family over a relationship. He adored his mother, father, older brother, and his younger siblings.

So seeing her elder brother like this was…traumatizing. Zen could hardly fight him, but she has to. The two demons enter a battle where one will die, and one will live. The demon in front of her, who was Kouten wasn't the kind-hearted and devoted big brother she knew. This demon has no more mental state. The only thought is…I must fight him. He isn't himself anymore…thinks Zen.

Hato finally catches up to his two demon siblings fighting. Hato glances around, hoping to figure out a way to separate the two. Then he could possibly talk some sense into his older brother. Unknown to Hato, a wolf stalked around him. When Hato is distracted, the wolf lunges at him.

Kouten looks to the side, seeing the wolf lunging at Hato. For some strange reason, Kouten forgets the battle with Zen and dashes to Hato. Getting close enough, he kills the wolf before it attacks Hato. The twins watch in slow-motion. Kouten throws the wolf corpse deeper into the woods. Turning to Hato, he stares at the familiar white-haired golden-eyed male. He unconsciously pats Hato's head then disappears.

The twins look at each other and quickly return to the temple. Unknown to them, a man in a crow mask watches them. He shakes his head. Are they Hawks-Sensei's kids? The white-haired one is too scared, kind, and slow…thinks the man as he looks at the sun peeking out from the horizon.

Eita, I am sorry…I do not think

The white-haired one will be

Cut out for the corps…

Meanwhile~

Kouten takes refuge in a cave as the sun slowly rises in Japan. He rubs his head, wondering where he saw the two people before and why he saved one of them.

One of his eyes begins to shift into the kanji for "five" he thinks back to this familiar ginger as well. Why did these people feel familiar to him? The white-haired one knew his name, yet he didn't know his.

His only "family" he had was the family he created in the mountain of Norkoribi. Kouten looks to the mouth of the cave. He decides to wait until sun-down to return to the "family" on Norkoribi.

Resting his head on the cave wall, he closes his eyes. Suddenly he was on a mountain full of flowers. He then notices a white-hair full-grown male with black tips wearing a black haori with blue flame on the sleeves and around the bottom on his shoulders watching two kids play.

The two kids, one teal-eyed, blonde with red and blue specs wearing light-yellow kimono with blue and red dots was running from the other golden-eyed with white hair and wearing a white kimono but with purple feathers was chasing him. He feels something behind him, and he turns to see a redhead with a shadow over his eyes with a black kimono with blue feathers turning into flame as they reach the end. Kouten subconsciously pets his head to encourage him to play with his older and younger brothers.

The redhead smiles and joins the two boys playing tag. Looking to the side, two females. One with a multicolored-eyes, short blonde hair wearing a red kimono with black feathered detail on the left arm sleeve and white feather detail on the right arm sleeve holding baskets veggies. The other had loose pale blonde hair with a shadow over her eyes, wearing a similar white kimono with black feathers was carrying a basket of tea leaves and flowers.

The pale blonde runs to him and hugs him with a smile on her face. Kouten hugs back with an unknowing smile. He then sees two males walk over to him. One was white-haired with a shadow over his eyes, wearing a black haori with white feathers. The other one seemed older than Kouten with deep purple hair wearing a dark purple haori with lighter purple flames around his neck was a necklace of a silver feather and a shadow covering his eyes. The pale blonde girl returns the short blonde girl. The two new males look at him and walk past him smiling.

He feels warmth in his hand as he looks to his left was a lightly tanned ginger wearing a haori in a very dark blue with yellow stars with constellations on it. Kouten feels warmth in his heart and squeezes the ginger's hand. The ginger smiles and lightly squeezes back, then Kouten moves his hand up and caresses the cheek where a dark moon and yellowed stars on the cheek sat tattooed there. The ginger blushes, and Kouten assumes he looks away. Remembering that they weren't alone, Kouten pouts and stops caressing the ginger's cheek. The man with white hair with black tips stares at him and smiles. Kouten turns to him.

The man gets up and walks over to Kouten. Kouten looks to the man who pets his hair gently.

"It's time for you to wake up…

Kouten…"

Kouten snaps his eyes open and immediately looks around. Empty. It was just him in the cave. In a dream that felt real, he feels no warmth in his hand where the ginger held. No boys playing or girls bringing veggies and tea. Nor the man was white hair with black tips. Kouten feels something break in his heart, something that didn't happen with the "family" he created.

He missed that dream…he wants that dream. He wants a real family, a family where everything felt so natural.

Just who…

Am I?

Thinks Kouten as tears fall down his cheeks

Who are those

People?

Saisho/Sai belongs to @ulti-mal

Kouten belongs to @hairuko

Hato belongs to @juniperarts

Satori belongs to @fioresacros

Haruki belongs to @/_falyy on twitter

Riku, Meiro & Hotaru to @diizaren

#Demon Slayer AU #memory loss #reunion #Demon Slayer spoilers #demons #unhealthy relationships #alternate universe #siblings #twins #dabihawks lovechild

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Designing Your Melody - Chapter 02: Time

Chapter 01 - Chapter 03

Marinette was once again in a state of panic. She clutched her phone to her ear as she paced around her room, tearing at her midnight blue hair with her free hand as she rambled endlessly, not giving Alya on the other end of the line a chance to get a single word in.

“I can’t believe it, Alya! Today has been so insane. First, I sleep in so I’m almost late for my meeting with Jagged Stone. Then, I nearly trample some poor guy as I’m racing to make it there on time, falling on my butt and scattering the potential designs I had drawn up all over the streets of Paris. After I finally get them all gathered up, I almost die when I ran across the street because some idiot driver didn’t see the crosswalk light was green because he was too busy talking on the phone with his head up his butt. I mean, seriously, there are laws about that kind of thing for a reason.” With a sigh, she falls back on her chaise and hugs its black decorative pillow to her chest in an attempt to comfort herself. “And then, when I finally get to the studio and meet with Jagged, I discover that I LOST ONE OF MY DESIGNS!

“I worked so hard on my portfolio and I’m such an idiot to just lose one of them. Granted, I was pretty sure that it wouldn’t be something that Jagged Stone would be interested in because the teal I had picked out for the-“

“Girl,“ Alya tries to interrupt, but Marinette’s tirade is on a roll and nothing could stop her now.

“-Accents on the jacket would have clashed with his signature purple and yellow, but still. What if someone picks it up, looks at it, and thinks that it’s just so awful that they just throw it in the trash?”

“Marinette?”

“Or what if it’s found and someone claims it as their own and they show it to Gabriel Agreste, and he hires them on the spot and they become an internationally known designer because they stole my design? And then-“

“MARINETTE!” Finally at her wit’s end with her best friends ridiculous tailspin, Alya yells to get Marinette’s attention.

Shocked into silence and her ear ringing slightly from the outburst, Marinette stops and takes a breath for to the first time in the past five minutes. “I’m sorry, Alya. Today was just such a crazy day and I don’t like the idea of my designs being out there for the world to see.”

“I get how you feel, girl, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. So instead of focusing on how your day went wrong, why don’t you focus on how it went right. How did it go with Jagged? I know he loved your designs, but did you guys settle on a concept? What can you tell me? Can I post an exclusive story on my blog?”

Marinette giggled softly. Some things never change. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you anything yet. You know how it is. Non-Disclosure Agreement and all that. But I can tell you that Jagged’s new single is amazing!”

“You got to hear it already?” she gasped in shock. “Oh girl, I am so jelly! I can’t wait until you’re a super famous designer with all sorts of famous connections and when that day comes, you’re not allowed to forget your best friend in the entire world who loved you before you were a household name. And if you don’t give me an exclusive interview with the mind behind Jagged’s new look, I’ll post every embarrassing picture I have of you on my blog, including the pic I have of you kissing a picture of Adrien’s cologne ad back in high school when you were still obsessed over that poor, sweet, oblivious boy.”

Marinette cringed at her threat. Just remembering how completely crazy she had been in high school made her shudder in disgust. She couldn’t believe the way she had behaved at times. It had definitely been unhealthy and she was glad that she had grown up and gotten over her infatuation with her blond model friend.

After a years of unrequited pining and downright stalkerish behavior, she had finally accepted her defeat and come to terms with the fact that she and Adrien would be nothing but really good friends. And it was for the best as it would turn out.

Once she tucked her feelings for him into the darkest recesses of her heart, she had realized that he truly was an amazing friend and she was being unfair to him by trying to force him into a relationship that he truly wanted no part in. All he had wanted at the time was to have fun for the first time in his extremely sheltered life and to learn how to make friends. He wasn’t ready for a relationship with anybody, let alone the first true female friend he had made. In Marinette’s opinion, Chloe Bourjeois didn’t really count as Adrien’s friend. She was far too selfish and egotistical to truly put another person’s feelings before her own, a trait that Marinette felt was very important in a friendship.

So now, she counted Adrien a member of her inner circle and she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize their friendship. She had taken her obsession towards Adrien and turned that laser focus on her fashion designs.

Now, a 20 year old Marinette could consider herself a relatively successful freelance designer. She still hasn’t been hired by any of the major fashion houses, but she was often contacted regarding commissions and requests that helped to support her passion. However, she was still holding out for a chance to work with her idol, Gabriel Agreste. Through her friendship with his son, she often got a heads up whenever he was holding a competition or accepting applications for designers, but so far, she hadn’t been able to do more than win a few monetary prizes for her designs and speak to the fashion icon through the screen of his assistant’s tablet.

But she wouldn’t let her phase her. One of these days, she’d create clothing that would send the fashion world into a frenzy and then the Gabriel Agreste would come crawling on his knees, begging her to work with him. But until that day came, Marinette would just have to do her best and live her life, one design at a time.

“Oh Alya,” she giggled, “you know that when the time comes, I’ll give you an exclusive interview and tell you everything I legally can.”

“Good. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, isn’t it time for us to get going? It’s almost time, right?”

Sitting up on the chaise, she glanced at the clock above her sewing desk. “Yeah, you’re right.” Standing up, she walked over to her computer chair and sat down. “I’ll see you in-game.”

Hanging up her phone and putting it on silent, she plugged it in to the charger and set it on the desk next to her keyboard. With a few keystrokes, she changed the input on her monitor from her PC to her PlayBox, the latest generation game console that she had decorated with little ladybug stickers and affectionately called Tiki. She picked up her red controller, crossed her legs on her computer/gaming chair, and uttered the words she always jokingly said whenever she turned on her console:

“Tiki, spots on.”

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Marinette had always been an avid gamer. Everyone who knew her knew that. So it came to no surprise that when her absolute favorite game, Ultimate Mecha Strike 3, came out with another sequel a two years ago, she had picked up a copy for herself the day it came out.

One of the features she had been most excited about with the new version was the idea that it would be a MMO fighting game. But it wasn’t just fighting. It had exploration, collectables, seasonal events, and player versus player tournaments. It was a dream come true for Marinette. Looking back at the side-scrolling fighting game she had loved so much in high school, she couldn’t help but make comparisons between herself and the game. The original version was great, but the new and improved game was so different, but so much better.

The first weekend after Ultimate Mecha Strike 4 had been released, Adrien had invited her to play together online. Knowing how much of a gamer that he himself was, she readily agreed, wanting someone else with similar passion to play with her. And she had had a BLAST. They had spent hours that weekend exploring the game mechanics, gathering collectible, taking out enemies, and just learning the game. After a few weeks of their friends blowing off plans to play video games, Nino and Alya picked up their own copies of the game and started playing with them.

Over time, their inseparable team had created a long standing tradition that every Friday night, they would get together online and play. Because they played so much and had such a great rapport amongst themselves, they eventually rose to the top of the leaderboards for tournaments.

Then, a year ago, for the one year anniversary of the release of Ultimate Mecha Strike 4, the creators released a new feature that changed the game for Marinette: clans. With the introduction of clans, she and her friends were an officially recognized team and they qualified for their own hideout where they could trade and share equipment, treasures, and in game credits. But unfortunately, it was also a double edged sword because now, her clan, “Miraculous Kwami”, was bombarded with membership requests. She and her friends had agreed that they wouldn’t allow just anyone to join them. They had to be able to keep up with them and contribute to their clan.

So after careful selection and intense tryouts, she and her three friends were joined by four other clan members. One of the requirements that was set in stone for their clan was that they got together every Friday night at 7pm. Allowances were made for certain circumstances, but it was agreed that they would play as much as possible together. To Marinette, it wasn’t a big deal to spend a minimum of one night a week with her best friends.

It was with a smile on her face that she placed her headset on her head while she loaded her game. Selecting her avatar, she couldn’t help but be excited to start killing noobs. Poor players who didn’t know that she was the legendary “Ladybug” would soon discover that even though her avatar was small in build, she was built for speed and accuracy.

When the player selection screen finally loaded onto her screen, she looked at her avatar in admiration. The countless hours she had spent on this one character had led to the birth of this elite player. Her mecha was a bright, fire engine red, embellished with black pads on its shoulders, elbows, and knees. On its back, was a pair of swords, their scabbards the same red as its suit and their hilts wrapped with black leather. Its cockpit was a red helmet with two black circles around the eyes and a set of short antennae sprouting from the forehead area. Black elbow length gloves and knee length combat boots completed the ensemble.

With one final smile at her online persona, she pressed a button on her controller and loaded her character. She watched as her clan’s headquarters loaded on the screen: an old, abandoned shrine. Seeing the dilapidated tori gates, she felt a thrill run up her spine in anticipation.

And, it would appear that she wasn’t the first to arrive tonight.

She walked her avatar toward her other clanmate, clad in a dark teal and aqua mecha, a black and teal bow strapped to its back, and a vaguely reptilian looking cockpit. He must have seen the notification pop up on his screen announcing her arrival, because he turned around and bowed.

“Good evening, Lady luck,” he greeted her, his soft voice filtering through her headphones.

“Hi there, Viperion.” She waved. “Long time, no see”

Once again, she smiled. Tonight was going to be a fun night.

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Chapter 03

*Hey everyone, first and foremost, I’d like to say thank you so much for the fantastic response to chapter one. I’m blown away at how supportive you all have been. It’s keeping me going and made me want to get this chapter out to you all as soon as I could.

In regards to Ultimate Mecha Strike 4, think of it as a kind of mix between Destiny 2, Fortnite, and the original Mecha Strike 3 featured in the cartoon. The avatars aren’t completely humanoid, but they’re kind of like armor that the characters wear and control from within. I’m sure I’m not explaining it properly, but it makes sense in my head haha.

Next chapter will focus primarily on Luka, because he’s just so adorable and I can’t wait to torture him with a slow burn, mistaken identity, near miss romance with our resident goofball.

Until next time!*

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #luka couffaine #lukanette #lukanette february #lukanette fic #marinette dupain cheng #mlvalentines2k20 #slow burn

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Someone needs to put down a wet floor sign because Tucker’s pretty sure his heart has melted into a puddle around his shoes.

Or, Tucker gets to see Wash interact with children, including Junior, for the first time ever and, to quote Grif, he's so fucked.

Merry Christmas @washingtubb! I hope you enjoyed this fluffy Blue Team bonding with just a pinch of Tuckington thrown in for good measure. Thanks for being so patient with this fic getting posted. @redvsbluesecretsanta

“Have you guys seen Junior?” Tucker asks, poking his head into the common room.

Carolina, who is sat perfectly still on the couch and in the process of having her long hair braided by three children, glances Tucker’s way without turning her head.

“He was with Caboose’s group earlier,” she says, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. “In the mess hall.”

“Yeah, apparently they got told to leave because Grif tried to organize the kids into storming the kitchen. The things that guy will do for chocolate pudding.”

“BLARG!” Cries one of the twin Sangheili infants in Carolina’s lap. She rubs the alien’s back soothingly and raises an eyebrow at Tucker in a silent question.

“She’s ready for a nap,” Tucker translates.

There haven’t been a whole lot of opportunities for Tucker to exercise his Sangheili conversation skills on Chorus. That all changed two days ago when a ship full of Sangheili and human refugees landed, fleeing their own war-ravaged planet halfway across the galaxy. They had received Epsilon’s message and come seeking help because the reported conditions on their planet made Chorus seem like an idyllic paradise. Among the refugees were an almost comical number of children, outnumbering the adults six to one. The situation became a lot less funny when you realized 80 percent of the children were orphans.

“Here,” Tucker says, pulling out his datapad and selecting a playlist of classic Sangheili nursery rhymes. “They’ll recognize these. Puts ‘em right to sleep. You’ll have the songs stuck in your head for days, though.”

“Thanks for the warning.” Carolina gives a crooked smile as she accepts the datapad. “Can’t be worse than the crap Wash listens to.”

“Speaking of Wash, any idea where he’s hiding?”

Carolina cocks her head—as much as she can considering one of the aliens curled up against her shoulder is batting at her braid like a particularly curious cat. The kids finish up on her hair, and a little boy passes Carolina a pink hand mirror. Tucker bites his lip to keep from laughing as the Freelancer turns her head this way and that, inspecting the no less than eight messy braids sticking off her head at ridiculous angles.

“Looks great,” Carolina whispers, causing the kids to giggle and blush.

She turns her attention back to Tucker. “What makes you think Wash is hiding?”

“I don’t know, have you seen what it’s like out there?” Tucker asks, gesturing towards a window overlooking the track where groups of kids are playing frisbee or jumping rope, supervised by the lieutenants. “I’m having trouble keeping up, and I’m a dad!”

“Eh,” Carolina shrugs, “you’d be surprised.” She looks around at the cluster of children, “Do you remember our deal?”

The kids nod excitedly.

“If we take a nap, you’ll show us how to punch good!” A girl with wilting daisies woven into her hair punches the air, beaming.

Carolina raises an eyebrow. “And the rule?”

“Only in s-self, um,” lisps the boy missing his two front teeth, “s-self defenssse!”

“That’s right,” Carolina says, tapping the datapad. Plucky music starts to play as the kids curl up on the couch. She looks over at Tucker.

“Try the barracks,” she tells him. “They might have gone to get Caboose’s crayons and coloring books.”

“Thanks,” Tucker says, tossing a salute her way as he backs out the door. “Let me know if you need another teacher for punching class.”

“Sure thing. Watch out for—”

“HONK BLARG!”

A dark shape shoots out from under the couch and latches on to Tucker’s leg before he has time to blink.

“Holy fu—” Tucker catches himself. “Fudgsicles. Holy fudgsicles. Definitely what I was going to say. Right, little buddy?”

The small Sangheili wrapped around his leg hoots happily and starts gnawing on his boot laces.

“I think she’s teething,” Carolina explains. “Her brother is with Caboose’s group. Mind taking her with you?”

“No problem,” Tucker says, lifting his foot to get a better look at the alien. “And what’s your name, champ?”

“Firo 'Srattin,” yawns the little girl draped over Carolina’s shoulder.

“Strattin,” muses Tucker. “Good, strong clan name. Well, come on, Firo. Let’s go find your brother.”

“Say goodbye to Captain Tucker,” Carolina tells the children. A chorus of honks and goodbyes follows the teal soldier out of the room.

In the hall, Tucker looks down at his passenger. She’s given up on his laces and is now digging through his cargo pants pocket looking for snacks.

“All right,” Tucker says. “Which way should we try first, hm?”

Firo sniffs the air for a moment before pointing down the hall. “BLARG!”

“The barracks? Good choice. Let’s roll out, soldier.”

It ends up being a long walk to the barracks—and not just because Tucker has a honking deadweight wrapped around one leg.

Passing the empty lot behind the mess hall, he and Firo walk past the Reds organizing a game of football for the kids, and the pair promptly get roped into playing referees. They leave at halftime while Donut’s group of kids performs an impromptu cheerleading routine (The man’s created surprisingly passable pompoms out of old caution tape).

Despite the rest of the base swarming with children, the barracks are oddly quiet.

“I could’ve sworn they’d be here,” Tucker tells Firo after checking Caboose’s room and finding it empty.

“BLARG,” she agrees around a mouthful of a granola bar—wrapper included.

“I mean, I guess we could check bomb disposal range. Maybe they’re playing fetch with Freckles?”

“BLARG?”

“No, fetch with Freckles basically involves vaporizing tennis balls straight out of the sky. So, there’s no real ‘fetching’ happening.”

“BLARG CHONK.”

“I know, right? That’s what I said!”

“CHONKA CHONKA.”

“Watch the language!” Tucker chides. “I don’t want the parents thinking I taught you that.”

Just then, Firo perks up, her large grey snout sniffing the air intently.

Tucker stops walking. “What is it? Did you get their scent aga—whoa, hold up!”

In the blink of an eye, Firo lets go of Tucker’s leg and tears off down the hall.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Tucker calls, sprinting after her. “Firo 'Srattin, get back here! If you had a middle name, you bet I’d be using it right now!”

Firo only stops long enough to stick her tongue out at the sim trooper before racing away down another corridor.

“Why you little,” Tucker mutters to himself and looks up at the ceiling. “Mom, if this is what I was like as a kid, I am so sorry. Firo!”

Tucker skids around a corner just in time to see Firo squeeze through an ajar door and disappear inside.

“Oh fuck,” Tucker groans, picking up speed. He hisses. “Firo! Get out here! That’s somebody’s room, and they don’t want to wake up to an alien chewing on their socks!”

The maze of two-person bunk rooms all looks the same to Tucker, so he’s halfway up the hall before he realizes the alien just escaped into his room. His and Wash’s room.

“Damn it,” Tucker mumbles, screeching to a halt outside the door, a hesitant hand on the handle.

Okay, okay. No need to panic. Maybe Firo hasn’t turned any of Wash’s meager possessions into chew toys yet. The Freelancer isn’t one for trinkets or homely touches. If it wasn’t for Tucker, the man would still be living out of his footlocker rather than the closet and chest of drawers available to him. But that means any nonessential items Wash does keep around are all the more meaningful. Like Caboose’s messy drawings or the ugly-ass cat figurine that Tucker carved him out of a bar of soap (“No, no, Tucker, I appreciate the gift. It’s a cute giraffe.” “It’s supposed to be a cat!” “Uh, cat. Right. That’s what I said.”)

“Alright, whose turn is it to turn the page?”

Tucker freezes. Fucking of course Wash is hiding out in the desolate barracks while the base is swarming with children. Tucker’s never seen him interact with someone younger than the lieutenants outside of a military setting. You don’t exactly see a whole lot of kindergarteners toddling around an active military base (Caboose doesn’t count). Long story short, Tucker has been putting off even introducing him to Junior because everything about Wash; his anxiety, his control-freak nature, his stickler-for-the-rules attitude; screams that he and children do not mix.

So who the hell is Wash talking to?

“BLARG!” A high-pitched Sangheili voice shouts.

Tucker’s brow furrows. He’s just about to push the door open when someone else speaks up.

“It’s Ure’s turn,” a young voice translates.

“Alright, Ure, you can do the honors,” Wash says. “Careful this time.”

Tucker hears the sound of a page being turned.

“Great, where were we? Right,” Wash clears his throat. “The BR55HB Service Rifle entered service in 2548 and is employed as a medium-to-long-range marksman rifle.”

The fuck?

“Though its barrel is longer than that of the BR55, the weapon performs almost identically to its predecessor,” Wash continues. “The magazine housing is built directly into the underside of the stock of the rifle and is located behind the grip. And look, here’s a picture.”

That’s it; Tucker can’t stop himself from sneaking a peek around the door.

Wash is sat on the floor, leaning back against his cot. And around him are no less than twelve children and young Sangheili, cuddled up against him, hanging off his arms, sprawled across his lap, and peering over his shoulders at the yellowed paper gun manual in his hands. After turning the book for everyone to see the battle rifle diagram, Wash goes back to reading,

“Though the BR55HB SR is a select-fire weapon, it is most often used in its three-round burst mode.”

“This is my favorite part,” whispers Caboose to the three kids comfortably sharing his lap.

“Despite firing a very powerful cartridge, the weapon is subject to little recoil, even when being fired automatically.”

Curled up in the arms of one of the Sangheili is Firo, happily sucking on her brother’s shirt as she listens to Wash read with rapt attention, along with the rest of the children. Huddled up among them sits Junior, head resting in his hands as he drowsily listens with a content smile on his face.

Someone needs to put down a wet floor sign because Tucker’s pretty sure his heart has melted into a puddle around his shoes.

“Whose turn is it to turn the page now?” Wash asks, and a tiny boy pulls his thumb out of his mouth just long enough to raise his hand.

Wash smiles, and it’s so warm and natural Tucker momentarily forgets how to breathe. “Want some help?”

Thumb back in his mouth, the boy nods, and the Freelancer helps him turn the page with his free, chubby little hand.

“Great job. Now, it fires M634 X-HP-SAP round from a 36-round magazine, which fits flush in the receiver...”

Suddenly, Grif is there next to Tucker, whispering. “You’re so fucked, dude.”

Tucker startles so hard he stumbles face-first into the door. He turns to glare at Grif who disappears into his own room next door with a little wave. Tucker turns back around to find he’s accidentally pushed the door open and the entire room staring at him.

“I, uh, just...Firo!” Tucker recovers quickly. “There you are! I’ve been, ah, looking everywhere for you. Yeah.” Hell yeah. Fucking smooth. Definitely doesn’t sound like you’ve been creeping outside the door.

Wash has gone bright red. “I, uh. There aren’t any, er, kids books on base,” he stammers and starts to stand up. “They kept asking to read this one cause it has pictures. It’s stupid, I kno—”

“What happens next?”

“I—” Wash stops. His brow furrows. “What happens what?”

“What happens next?” Tucker asks again, coming to sit cross-legged on the floor beside Junior. “Dude, you can’t leave us in suspense. I gotta know who lives happily ever after, right guys?” He winks at the kids who giggle. Junior slings a massive arm around his father’s shoulders and pulls him close.

Wash just sits there, ears and cheeks still tinged with red. “You’re sure?” he asks, narrowing his eyes in the way he does when he’s trying to figure out if Tucker’s fucking with him or not.

Tucker settled in, leaning back against his son. “Just read the story, dude,” he says, grinning.

Wash flips the manual open, laughing under his breath. “Okay then,” he concedes. “Section 1.4 Service History. The introduction of the BR55HB SR led to an immediate increase in the BR55's popularity, prompting all branches of the UNSC Armed Forces, except the Army, to replace the M392 with the newer weapon...”

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