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Skychaser meets Astral Dusk and the two have a...”disagreement”.

Feat. Skychaser, Astral Dusk, Dreamaria Flow, Eventide Twister

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"Hey, are you writing one of your poems?" Skychaser couldn't help his curiosity. He leaned in closer to a certain younger pegasus next to him, the mare attentively focused on the notebook in her hooves. In turn, Eventide Twister quietly peered up at the stallion. The two ponies were waiting together outside of an old shop, leaning against its wall in the cool shade. The third and last member of their group had yet to arrive, which left both Skychaser and Eventide to distract themselves in the meantime. Skychaser had allowed a comfortable silence to form between them, mindful that being left alone with him made things a bit awkward for the silent mare. If there was anything Sky wanted, it was for Eventide to find a comfortable space around him, and that meant not pushing idle conversation too far. At some point he noticed Eventide pulling out a notebook from her saddlebag to scribble in it. In the half-year of knowing the pegasus, Skychaser knew that only meant she was working on one of her written pieces. He remembered how hesitant the mare had been to share them with him when he initially brought up her notebook months ago. Now Eventide was lightly nodding in response to his question, looking back down at the page after. She was still for a short moment, as if thinking, before she lifted the journal up slightly and gave him an inquiring look. Skychaser smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I'd love to read it!" Eventide allowed Skychaser to take the notebook from her. He gave Eventide one more glance, as if to make sure she really didn't mind sharing with him. The mare simply stared down at her hooves with a neutral expression, and Sky took that as his cue to not leave her waiting. Noting all of the eraser bits and erase marks on the open page, his orange eyes began to roam over the neat penmanship: These broken piano keys And their appalling tune Fail to deter the optimist in you With a patient touch Light as a faded dream You close your eyes and play a melody

They reluctantly give way With a sound that’s harsh and jarring But you find reason to stay To sweetly convey To find the pieces That haven’t decayed Your song I replay And one day I may Betray Delay These feelings that stay Until I can say I'll willingly give way.

Skychaser perked up. "Well hey, this is really good!" The stallion rubbed the back of his neck with his free hoof. "I mean, I'm not good at deciphering fancy meanings and all of that, but this one sounds pretty." He shot Eventide a look of curiosity. "Say, I feel like you wrote a poem about a piano before too. You wouldn't happen to know how to play one, would you?" Maybe it was a jump in logic, but if Sky couldn't understand whatever deeper meaning this poem surely possessed, the least he could do was try to discuss its surface-level subject. Eventide seemed a little surprised by the question, but gave a firm nod regardless. That peaked Skychaser's interest, and he let out a chuckle. "So you're a fast flier, a poet, and a pianist?" Skychaser grinned. "Who knew you were so multi-talented, Eves~?" Eventide blinked, quickly turning her head away afterward. Sky had to restrain himself from teasing her as a bit of red dusted her cheeks. 'But I gotta say...' Sky thought to himself, giving the poem another glimpse. 'I don't know what it is, but something about this poem almost feels...romantic-' "SKY! EVE!" Sky easily located the third member of their trio, blue mane and all as she weaved around a few strolling ponies to reach them. In one easy motion, Eventide took her notebook back and slid it into her saddlebag. "I'm really sorry guys!" Dream called out as she closed the distance between them. "I need to work on waking up early-" With his hooves now free, Skychaser waited until Dream Flow was right in front of him before he reached up and took Dream's cheeks into his hooves. He squinted at her, squishing her cheeks in. "Girl you late." Instead of accepting her "punishment", Dream apparently had a different idea in mind. "Mleh-" Instinctively, Skychaser retracted his hooves as Dream stuck her tongue out to one side. Knowing exactly what she had attempted, he made sure to gasp dramatically. "Were you about to lick me?!" Dream grinned. "That's what a sister would do, riiiight~?" Skychaser playfully pouted at her, earning him a giggle. Dream Flow then turned to greet Eventide, giving her friend a sunny smile. "Hi Eve!" Eventide softly smiled back and gave a meek little wave. "Alright, so!" Dream Flow began, stepping back to address her two friends. Her eyes practically sparkled. "We're all here, so our afternoon ice cream date commences no-!" "-oAH, WHOA, LOOK OOOUT!" All three ponies jumped as a sudden crash sounded nearby. Closer than nearby. Right next to them, really. Glancing past Eventide, Skychaser could see a crumpled mess of grey feathers. The owner of said feathers, dressed in a brown uniform, laid face down in the dirt as she groaned. "Ms. Derpy Hooves?" While the crash landing had caught the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity, the realization that it was Derpy had most of the onlookers shrug and carry on with their business. Sky almost winced, wondering how often the mare had to crash for it to become such a norm. Eventide on the other hoof immediately trotted to her boss's side and helped pull her back onto her hooves. Both Dream and Sky followed after her. "Are you okay?" Dream asked worriedly, glancing over the older mare. "You didn't hurt yourself, did y-" "EVENTIDE!" Derpy exclaimed with the utmost relief. She either ignored or didn't notice the unicorn as she threw her hooves onto her worker's shoulders, staring at her with wide, desperate eyes. "Thank GOODNESS I found you! I really need your help!" At Eventide's questioning look, Derpy continued, flustered. "You wouldn't believe it! Everypony else couldn't come in today so I'm the only one at the office! The mail truck's unloading right now and at this rate, I won't get all the mail sorted and delivered today!" Derpy dropped down to the ground and clung to Eventide's foreleg, startling the younger pegasus. "I know it's your day off, b-but if you could come in for just a few hours and help me out with sorting, I'd be sosososo grateful! I'll even pay you overtime for it! Pleeaaaase?" Sky noticed Eventide practically sweating as Derpy stared up at her with uneven puppy-dog eyes. Eve turned back to look at her friends, her uncertainty clear as day. Sky had to sympathize with her. What a way to be put on the spot, and by your boss no less. As if she had just noticed them, Derpy gasped and stood back up. Her whole body - ears, wings, and all - drooped dejectedly. "O-oh dear, do you already have plans?" Eventide turned back towards her boss, tense and hesitant. But before anything else could be said, Sky watched as Dream swooped in and threw a foreleg around Eve's shoulders. "Sorry! 'Scuse us for a second!" The unicorn turned away from the older mailmare with Eventide in tow and moved over towards Skychaser. While Sky's stare held a question, Dream answered it with a friendly smile. "Friendship huddle time!" "Friendship wha-ah!" Sky cut himself off as Dream Flow threw her free foreleg around his neck and tugged him down to her and Eventide's level. After a moment of shifting his gaze between the two mares, he raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Uuh so...why are we huddling?" Yet Dream Flow seemed to be in her own little world as she giggled quietly to herself. "I've always wanted to do something like this..." "D-Dream, focus." "I am focused!" Dream Flow tilted her head to look at him. "Eve deserves extra time to think without being pressured, or else she'll make a rushed decision and end up thinking about this for the rest of the day!" She angled her head to Eventide then, who appeared equally as confused as Sky felt. Smiling gently, the unicorn mare continued. "You could agree that you already made plans. Or you could go with her if that's what you want. We won't mind either way!" Overflowing with optimism and determination, Dream Flow drew the foreleg that was around Sky away and gave a confident hoof-pump for her friend. "Just be honest with yourself and your feelings! Go with what your gut is leaning towards so you won't have any regrets!" Her eyes crinkling merrily, Dream tipped her head to one side. "Okay~?" It was amusing for the stallion to see Dream talk like a motivational speaker. He wondered what she knew about Eventide or what she had sensed to draw out such a speech. It seemed to do it's job, however, as Eventide appeared less troubled than she was moments before. Instead, she stared down quietly in thought. Both Dream and Sky patiently waited for her, giving her whatever time she needed to contemplate. In due time Eventide pulled away from her friends, turning to face the older mare who was grunting and struggling to preen the messy feathers out of her reach. Realizing her employee was looking at her, Derpy Hooves straightened her back and smiled sheepishly. "Um?" "Fewhours?" Derpy's ears shot up. While Eventide's inquiry surprised the grey mare, hope began brimming in her eyes. "MHM! Yeah! Just enough to lessen the workload!" "...okay." Derpy Hooves released an elated squee and once again threw herself at Eventide's foreleg, nuzzling it. "Oh, thank you, thank you! You're the absolute BEST Eventide! I ought to put your picture up and make you employee of the month!" 'Mailponies have employees of the month?' That aside, Sky couldn't be surprised that Eventide would choose to help. While Derpy exchanged a few more words with her employee before soaring off, Eventide turned back to Dream Flow and Skychaser, appearing apologetic. "...sorry." "Don't be!" Sky reassured. "You do what you have to do!" "Sky and I will probably be wandering around the shops by the time you're done, so just find us and we can get even more ice cream later!" Dream happily clapped her hooves together. "Good luck, Evie~!" Eventide appeared to relax, her smile warm as she dipped her head to Dream Flow. Waving their friend off, the two remaining ponies watched as Eve flapped her wings and followed after her employer. -------------------------------------------------------- Dream Flow and Skychaser walked through Ponyville's bustling streets, both keeping an eye out for Sugarsocks' wandering ice cream cart. Sky noted how Dream had an extra bounce to her step and was humming as she eagerly glanced around. He laughed. "Honestly, what is with you and ice cream?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're always suggesting we get some. I'm starting to think you're addicted to the stuff." "But it's so good!" Dream insisted, turning so she could walk backwards and face the stallion. Her colorful eyes shimmered, as if the very thought of the treat brought her joy. "My hometown's really old-fashioned and the closest thing they have are maple snow cones in winter." She sighed with a smile. "And it doesn't compare to the sheer variety you guys get to have!" Skychaser smirked. "You mean our classic flavors like 'white chocolate' and 'pink chocolate'?" Ah yes. He remembered their first ice cream outing. Emotionally intelligent and professional counselor Dream Flow not recognizing flavors like vanilla and strawberry was something he couldn't let go or let her live down. "Hey!" Dream used her magic to playfully flick the stallion's bangs, bringing forth a laugh out of him. "I told you I never got out of my town much, you can't blame me for getting the flavors wrong!" She laughed heartily with him. "Like, strawberries are red, how was I supposed to know pink ice cream was..." Dream suddenly trailed off. Her eyes unfocused, as if something unseen had caught her attention. Before Sky could ask what was wrong, the mare stopped in her tracks and turned herself around. And just as she did, Skychaser found himself jerking to a halt beside her. The pony that had rounded the corner of the building they were passing had to do the same as the three almost collided with each other. While the question of Dream's behavior sat in his mind, Sky was temporarily distracted by the earth pony stallion now standing before him. He wore a white lab coat, and his layered blonde, red, and and purple mane was almost endearingly messy in the back. Skychaser noticed how exhausted and tight the stallion's expression appeared, though, accented further by the dark eye bags under his eyes. It was easy to say he stuck out like a sore hoof. And yet... 'Well hello there. Never seen this guy before...' Sky put on his best charming smile, ready to apologize for the inconvenience. But just as he was about to, the other stallion took one look at Dream Flow and something flashed across his face, his expression shifting into a sour one. Confused, Sky followed his line of sight. He noticed the way Dream's ears were pinned back, and for the first time, he watched as a strained smile formed on her muzzle. "Oh. Hey Astral-" "Hmph." The stallion shot Dream Flow an icy look and proceeded to quickly and wordlessly push past the mare. His shoulder was close to shoving against hers had she not stepped closer to Skychaser, who steadied her with his hooves. 'The hell?' Sky stared after the retreating earth pony, once again peering down at Dream to find her watching the stallion expressionlessly. "The heck was that about?" Sky finally asked, taking a step back to get a good look at the mare. Dream released a nervous laugh. "Just...Eventide's brother. Astral Dusk." Sky's head pulled back at that, baffled. "Seriously? I didn't even know she had one." He paused, noticing the way Dream was staring downward. "Well yeesh, did something happen between you two? He was pretty...unfriendly." "It's...kind of my fault." Dream lifted her eyes, smiling sadly. "When I first met him, he...seemed like somepony who really needed a friend. So I wanted to befriend him like I did with Eventide, and I was hoping I could help him open up. But I think I made things worse..." She exhaled deeply. "Once he learned about my talent, he shut me out and has been...hostile since." Sky's eyebrows furrowed. "But why?" Another first. He didn't miss the hesitance on Dream's face. "...h-hey, let's just forget about it. Today's supposed to be a fun day, right?" Dream laughed again. "This is kind of a downer!" "I mean...I guess." As much as he wanted to push his questions, it didn't take a genius to see that the mare wanted to change the subject. The two trotted on, eventually catching the sound of Sugarsocks' bell-ringing. And yet that subtle and easy to miss look of hurt that had flickered across Dream's face occupied his mind and refused to sit with him. He didn't really care what reason this stallion had. The way he had acted towards his friend, and the way he was making her feel, was something Sky couldn't seem to let go. The moment Skychaser saw the ice cream line and how long it was, the pegasus felt he had an opportunity before him. "Hey Dreamers, can you wait in line for the both of us? I kiiiinda need to find a bathroom." He hummed uncomfortably, bouncing in place once. "Like, real bad." "Oh! Um," Dream Flow looked around. "I'm not sure where the nearest one is-" "I think I saw one somewhere back where we came from!" he pointed his hoof behind him. "I'll be back, but if I'm late then just get me the usual!" After handing her his share of gold bits, Sky rushed off towards his "destination". In reality, the moment Sky was out of Dream Flow's sight, the stallion began his secret mission. 'Time to make like Miss Pinkie Pie in spy mode.' He tip-toed close to buildings and scooted behind bushes, sticking out his head every so often to scan each area for a certain brown stallion. There was no way he could miss the earth pony. And he was right. A few streets away from the ice cream stand, Sky located Astral at the edge of the shopping square. He was slowly walking around and looking at the different fruit carts with that same calm yet tight expression. Once he settled on buying an apple, Astral began wandering away from the shops. Humming, forming a makeshift plan in his mind, Sky proceeded to tail the taller stallion. As the buildings thinned out and more trees and bushes surrounded him, Sky made sure to be careful of his hooffalls on the grass. He was glad that the path they were on was secluded and further away from other ponies, giving Sky a chance to talk to the stallion one-on-one. But he had to wonder, where exactly was Astral going- "Why are you still following me?" Sky nearly leapt when Astral Dusk turned half-way around, glaring at the very bush he was hiding behind. 'Whoops...' Apparently he underestimated how perceptive the tired-looking pony was. Awkwardly, Skychaser stepped around the bush and into the open. While he took a moment to blow a leaf out of his hair, he did his best to stand firmly as he faced the stallion. Astral's teal eyes hardened at the sight of him. "Don't you think there's something slightly wrong with stalking somepony, Sky? Honestly. What could you possibly want?" 'Huh?' Skychaser blinked, caught off guard. But not so much by the accusation. "You know my name?" Astral went quiet, his expression flat and unreadable. Skychaser pondered the possibility of Eventide telling her brother about him. Still, that didn't quite explain the earth pony being so casual as to use his nickname upon meeting him. The stallion didn't exactly seem the type. With a frustrated huff, Astral shook his head and shot a look of annoyance at him, as if the answer were obvious. "I'm one of Ponyville's royal scientists. I work in Princess Twilight's castle. Of course I know about most everyone in this town." Sky stared at the stallion dubiously That answer was rather...vague. Astral sternly stared back regardless. "Don't make me repeat myself. What do you want so badly that you'd follow me this far?" "I mean...maybe you didn't see me, but I was there with Dream Flow." Skychaser paused, to gauge any sort of reaction from the other stallion. Astral's eyelids drooped, but he said nothing. "She's my friend. And your sister's friend-" "I'm aware." Astral barely batted an eye. Sky felt his eyebrows furrow. "Well, maybe you're not aware that you're hurting her with how you're acting around her. The way you almost shoved past her earlier didn't exactly help." Skychaser wasn't completely sure what he wanted to accomplish here. All he knew was that he felt a need to do something, anything to stand up for the kind unicorn who stuck by him. This was especially the case in what felt like unfair, nonsensical judgement. What sense was there in behaving like this over a talent, and one like Dream's no less? It made no sense to him. "....you really came all the way here just to tell me that." Irritated, Astral quietly scoffed, muttering to himself. "Stupidly persistent..." Frowning deeply, Sky pressed on. "So you don't care...then I want to know; what do you even have against Dream?" Astral eyed him. "...you're not going to leave unless I tell you." It wasn't a question. He stated it as if he knew with certainty that would be the case. And he wasn't wrong. Sky simply nodded in confirmation. There was a period of silence where the two stallions stared at one another, waiting. "...I don't like a pony who plays the friendly and selfless card just so she can get into your business." Sky jerked his head back, his brows pulling inward in confusion. "Wha-" "And I especially don't like a pony who expects you to rely on her because she thinks her special little talent is the answer to all of your problems." Astral finished, a look of distaste crossing his face. "There. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Taking a step forward, Skychaser glared at the stallion. "Literally what are you talking about? Her magic helps ponies." "And I think it's invasive and creepy. Agree to disagree." A flicker of anger ignited within the pegasus, and he released a low growl. "What, so you're just going to ignore the fact that she's been helping your sister-?" "Great. Good for her. Doesn't mean I want that mare anywhere near me." Sky's shot a puzzled look at the stallion. Astral thought Dream was in it purely to be nosy, but was fine with her helping Eventide? He even acknowledged she was helping? Or...did he not care about his sister? Astral huffed to himself. "Besides...I won't trust anyone that I can't properly read." "Read?" That drew out a short laugh from Skychaser. Compared to a lot of ponies, Dream Flow was one of the most expressive and open that he knew. "Okay, now I know you're just being paranoid. That filly's practically an open book." "Right. Trust the one who's constantly smiling." Sky's amusement faded out. "...what does that mean?" "Ugh..." Astral glowered at the pegasus. "Why don't you use your own brain for once? If I really have to explain it to you, then I guess you're just as ignorant as you look." Skychaser bristled. He lifted his head high, leveling his glare. "Huh. So I'm guessing you just have some awful habit of assuming you know ponies. Is that it?" With a humorless snort, Astral looked off to the side indifferently. "Who knows." Upon looking back over at Sky, the pegasus noticed Astral's eyes flick to something past him, his expression once again souring. "Speaking of creepy...had fun eavesdropping?" Eyebrows shooting up, Sky whirled around to find Dream Flow slowly approaching, two ice cream cups floating beside her within her magic's hold. She stopped a few feet away and gazed at the stallions quietly, her expression troubled. "I was...looking for Sky, and-" "Turn that off." At the sound of his commanding voice, Sky returned his attention to Astral. The stallion's eyes were narrowed dangerously at the sight of Dream's glowing horn. When Dream failed to react right away, Astral's lip curled back and he snapped, raising his voice. "Turn your magic off!" Whipping his head, Sky caught Dream jolt at Astral's voice. To his shock she hurriedly - even shakily - moved to place the cups on the ground. "Wh- no! You don't have to listen to him! Dream!" Her magic had already flickered out, however, once she had ensured the cups were lowered. She stood there tensely, peering up through her bangs for just a split second before quickly averting her eyes again. "I'm sorry." "Hmph...at least you have some decency." That was it. Disgust and rage flared inside Skychaser, his feathers standing on end along his neck and back. In seconds he was storming towards the other stallion with a snarl. "The hell is your problem?!" He heard a soft gasp behind him, as well as a strange sound. When he was just feet away from Astral, suddenly there was an orange flash of magic next to him as Dream teleported beside him. She quickly grabbed at his shoulder with one of her hooves. Her voice was even yet insistent as she spoke to him. "Skychaser." He stopped in his tracks, if only because he would never think to shove her away. But Sky refused to drop eye contact with Astral. "This guy needs someone to tell him off." "No, Sky...I'd never want you to be angry in my place." Something about her tone led him to break eye contact to look at her instead. Next to him, Dream was pressing her hoof firmly against his shoulder, her eyes urgent and pleading. "Please...?" Sky searched her face. Something about the softness of that word was cooling down his temper, his anger finding a way to slowly fizzle down. Guilt began taking its place, realizing he had allowed aggression and old dangerous habits to overtake him. Sky's ear flicked as a low, dry chuckle met his ears. Before him, a small, wry smile pulled at Astral's mouth. "Well...good to see the guard dog's been leashed." Skychaser could feel himself boiling again. Though this time, it was from irritation. 'Now he's just downright taunting me...why?' Sky didn't have time to get the question out. He was caught off guard as Dream stepped forward, just enough to gain the scientist's attention. Her voice was light yet firm as she spoke. "Astral...you don't have to like me or my talent. But we don't have to dislike each other either." Offering a good-natured smile, she placed a hoof on her chest. "We won't bother you, I promise. So let's drop this negativity and head our separate ways." Skychaser couldn't guess how the earth pony was going to take that. Astral eyed her sharply, and didn't respond right away. Then, his eyelids drooped, as if worn by the exchange. "...whatever. I don't care." And that was that. Without another word, the researcher turned and strode away. “Sure you don’t buddy....” Sky muttered, only to feel a hoof gently touch his shoulder again. “It's okay. Let him go." “I'm sorry, but what an actual ass." He growled, now that the other stallion was out of their radius. "He’s going to get slapped by somepony one day, I just know it.” Dream smiled kindly. "Maybe. Hopefully he'll pull himself together before that happens?" Sky stared at Dream for that response. Now more than ever he was baffled. "Dream...how are you not angry?" It was true that he had never seen what the mare's anger looked like. But for Astral to treat her so severely, only for her to wish the stallion well? The unicorn hummed. "It's not exactly my favorite emotion. And it's not one I really experience." Dream Flow jumped to her hooves then, smiling bright. "With that said, come on! This whole thing with Astral isn't worth your anger!" He could tell she was trying to lift the mood as she playfully nudged him with her flank so he would stand up with her. Normally he'd let her, content with being distracted from negativity, but... There was also a difference between lifting the mood and trying to pretend it wasn't there. "Maybe, but...I can't really help feeling the way I do. Right?" Sky sighed, rubbing his foreleg roughly. "I'm sure it'll die down later, but right now, I can't help being angry after all of that. I can't exactly make that feeling go away. You know?" At Dream's silence, Sky curiously looked up to find her staring back at him with a stunned expression. "...you're right." While guilt flickered across her face, it was replaced by an apologetic smile as she lowered her head. "I'm sorry...that was insensitive. Of course you should vent and let your feelings run their course." "H-hey, it's alright." Sky extended a wing a patted his friend on the back. In that moment, he remembered. Dream could sense his negativity even with her magic inactive, couldn't she? 'That's probably how she knew Astral was nearby earlier...I'm sure he's a walking cloud of it. She must be worried.' Sky breathed in deeply before exhaling, hoping to relieve at least most of that angry flare within him. "So...is that why you ended our conversation earlier? Because you knew I wouldn't react well if I knew everything?" Dream smiled weakly at him. "That's part of it. I should've been more honest about that, huh? The last thing I wanted was for it to negatively affect you. But I never expected you to confront him like that." Skychaser winced. "Yeah...s-sorry I lied and snuck off behind your back." He rubbed the back of his head. "It was dumb. I really didn't think that whole thing through." Dream affectionately bumped her head against his shoulder. "I think your big bro senses kicked in, sooo I can't fault you too much~" The two ponies chuckled together, and thankfully the warmth was helping to relieve the anger still churning in his chest. Though, one more question did come to mind.... "You said 'part of it', right?" Sky inquired curiously. "What was the other reason?" Once more, a silence descended upon the duo, a contemplative look on Dream's face. "I...know more than I should." "Huh?" Dream turned her head, looking out towards where Astral had retreated. "I know more about Astral's feelings than he wants me to know. I think it's why he's acting as aggressive as he is, especially towards me." "Huh..." Sky mumbled thoughtfully. It made sense. She of all ponies would be able to understand whatever mess of emotions was inside such an unpleasant pony. Even now, Sky was at a loss when it came to whatever logic Astral had attempted to spout out. "So...what IS his deal then?" Dream's smile softened. "Sorry Sky. I can't really say." "Can't?" The stallion frowned. "Is this about that whole 'confidentiality' thing? He's not one of your clients, so-" Dream shook her head. "It's not about confidentiality. It's about respecting his feelings." Something sad crept into Dream's expression, yet her smile remained. "Astral wasn't completely wrong. My magic can be invasive to a degree." The mare gazed down at her hooves, gently running one against the sand below her. "My magic can never be turned off completely, you know? I'm constantly reading ponies without meaning to, whether it's feeling a negative shift or downright getting a glimpse at their emotions just because my horn is active. So it's not fair for me to share that information, unless they consent or it's detrimental. Thank goodness the latter's never happened." Dream Flow straightened, catching Sky's eyes with her own. There was something gentle yet resolute there. "But I want you to understand that my intent is never to...'get into somepony's business'. For me, whenever someone seems lost or has some internalized negativity, I just can't help but feel inclined to aid them if they let me." Sky watched as the unicorn placed her hooves over her chest where her heart would be, closing her eyes peacefully. "My magic is meant to help others, and cultivate happiness. That's my destiny, and I believe in it. Even if there are ponies who think like Astral, I don't want to be discouraged. I truly, honestly want to devote myself to this in every way I can." "Dream Flow..." Opening her eyes, the mare grinned at him sheepishly "In fact, it's why I moved to Ponyville! To broaden my world and for a whole new beginning." Skychaser nodded as he listened with interest. He never knew the full extent of Dream's feelings on her own abilities. Somehow it never even crossed his mind to ask her what it was like, or even what drove her. At least now he had the chance. And maybe it could serve as a good distraction for them both. "That's seriously really cool, Dream..." He tilted his head. "But what did you mean by 'cultivate happiness'?" Dream Flow's eyes seemed to light up at the question. "OH, yes! Stop me if this is hard to follow, but um," Dream lifted her hooves, gesturing them about as she spoke. "You see, happiness may be a fleeting emotion, but it’s a vital part of harmony when you think about it, right? And harmony is ponykind’s ideal, so happiness is ponykind’s ideal too!" "'Ideal'?" "Yeah! Like, it's what ponykind as a society aims and wishes for. Equestria is called the 'Land of Harmony,' after all!" Dream nodded to herself with certainty. "So with that ideal being so important to everyone, I want to do my part in helping anypony that I can reach a place where they can work towards their ideal state of happiness! In my case, sorting out and analyzing emotions is that first step~" ...Skychaser wasn't sure he completely understood this talk of ideals. But the way Dream seemed so driven by her beliefs was all he needed to understand how important it was to her. Once his friend had finished gushing, Skychaser smiled tenderly. "Well I for one think that's admirable." Dream Flow let out a shy laugh, rubbing her foreleg. "Gee, thanks...I never told anyone about that before. I'm so glad you don't think it's strange." Throwing his wing fully around Dream, he pulled the mare into a fond side hug. "Psh naw, never Dreamers~" 'But huh...guess there's way more to learn about Dreamy than I thought.' Pulling away, Dream Flow shook her hindquarters of any dirt and turned towards the abandoned treat cups. Even from a distance she was able to engulf the cups with her magic aura and have them float over to them. She tilted them forward to inspect them closely. "A little melted, but...salvageable!" Dream handed the appropriate cup over to Skychaser, who balanced it on a wing. "Heh, guess we got lucky~ But even if we didn't, we were gonna get more with Eventide later anyway." 'Speaking of Eventide...' Although hesitant for a few seconds, Skychaser chose to speak his mind and glanced over at his companion. "Hey does she...know? About her brother and whatever's going on I mean." Dream's expression softened. "Eventide and Astral don't really talk, so I can't say if she knows what's going on with him personally. But I haven't told her about any of this, and I'm not really planning to." Sky was a little taken aback by that. "Really? I mean, shouldn't she know?" "She already has so much to deal with. I don't want to put this on her and make her feel responsible for his actions, especially because they aren't close in the first place." 'I guess that makes sense.' Dream gave a long, cat-like stretch before she bounced back up onto her hooves. Her energy seemed to return to her as she faced him with her usual cheer "And hey, it really isn't a big deal to me anyway! I'd rather Astral be honest with me about how he really feels than to pretend to like me, you know?" She beamed up at her friend. "So try not to worry about it too much! As long as we respect his space, everything should be fine!" Skychaser had a feeling he'd never be able to follow that level of positive thinking. Even as somepony who tried to keep things fun and light-hearted, he was pretty sure Dream Flow was on a whole other level. Nothing seemed to get her down. In fact, in all the time he'd spent with her, he couldn't recall ever hearing her complain. 'It's like optimism drives her whole being...geez. Guess she's the type to refuse to let negativity get to her. That's...pretty incredible.' He personally didn't think he'd be forgiving the 'royal scientist' anytime soon. But in the end, for the sake of letting Dream move past this, Skychaser smiled back. He decided to take the first step back towards the town's square, keeping stride with his friend's hoofsteps as she followed. "If you say so, Dreamers. I'll do my best." ____________________________________________________________

Holy wow there's a lot to dissect here (this turned out way longer than I anticipated). But I'll leave that up to you guys~ We finally get a glimpse at present-day Astral Dusk, who's....well, who knows. And we learn more about our dear emotion counselor~

#mlp #my little pony #mlp art #mlp oc #Eventide Twister #Dreamaria Flow #Skychaser #Astral Dusk #Destinyverse #story

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hollywoodhangar · 4 years ago

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“You are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.” The Unicorn’s soft voice emerges from behind the small gem, who would find the tall equine standing just a few feet behind her, curiosity in her enormous eyes. She’s never beheld anything like Black Star before - she’s certainly not human, and certainly not of Earth. This creature knows those who belong here, and this sweet little dot of life is not natural to this planet.

and yet.. she is also so familiar in a way. It’s as if the little one was made of Earth, and yet.. not. What could this new sorcery be? “Might I inquire if you see me?” Is it possible Black Star can see who the Unicorn is? Or perhaps she sees a regular, old white equine that whinnys at her needlessly?

@blackstardiopside ♥’d for a Unicorn starter!

#blackstardiopside #🦄 [ THE UNICORN; IC. ] ━ 『 she will roam. ✧ 』#(( I leave this up to the muns but the little rule I have for the unicorn is following canon!#those with pure hearts - good intentions - or a very strong belief in unicorns can see her as she truly is. if they cannot -#she only sounds and looks like a white shimmery mare. gisting black star's profile tho I'd say she definitely could. <3 ))

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a-damson-in-distress · 6 years ago

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The Protégé 3

Pairing: MadaSaku

Plot: In search of a new cellist for his prestigious orchestra, an infamously feared maestro stumbles upon a young rising star.

Note: I pray to Baby Jesus that none of you were ever in an orchestra, because I have no idea if what Madara says towards the end sounds even remotely like conductor-talk. I do still know what a bunch of the terms mean form my time as a pianist, but again, I was never in an orchestra and I have no idea if a conductor would use them this way. Also, I kind of sort of perpetuated myself in this chapter, or at least my office number lol. 3.201 is the number of my own office at university and the way Madara describes it (”all the rooms are labelled” etc) is a literal word-for-word copy of how I describe the way to my office when I’ve got people coming in for an appointment.

And last but not least, here are the links to the pieces mentioned in the chapter: Brian Tyler - Sleight of Hand and Ludovico Einaudi - The Taranta Project . Introductio ad Regnum Tarantulae, Choros, and Taranta are my personal favourites of Einaudi’s album, but I posted a link to the entire album, because it is A.MA.ZINGGGG. If you only want to check out the three songs mentioned, you should search for the songs separately though instead of listening to the album version I posted above, because some of the recordings on the album are live versions and the studio recordings simply sound better.

I’m suuuuuuuuuuuuuper excited to hear your opinion on this chapter as well as the music. None of my friends or family like the sort of music that I incorporate in this story, so I’m incredibly excited to share these pieces with you and anyway asoiwjefoijsdf so yeah, bye.

Sakura was standing in front of the mirror in her hotel room scrutinising her seventh outfit. She was supposed to be at Mr Uchiha’s office at the New National Theatre in two hours, and she had already spent the last 45 minutes deciding what to wear. She couldn’t for the life of her come up with a decent look, since the majority of her wardrobe was very girly, all bright colours, soft lace, and flower prints. Given her fashion sense – or lack thereof, Sakura never thought that she would ever regret not owning a lot of stylish and sleek pieces. In the past, she never felt the need to buy formal and impressionable clothing, since the orchestra provided that for her whenever they were required to dress a certain way for public appearances. But now, Sakura would kill for a nice pant suit, or at least a blouse that didn’t have this person is clearly colour blind written all over it.

Groaning in frustration, the young cellist slipped out of her pastel pink dress and turned to the myriad of clothes strewn across her bed. Her gaze landed on a white shirt her friends had gifted her when she was sixteen years old, right after winning the first Grand Prize at the Rostropovitch Cello Competition. The shirt showed a picture of her instrument in the middle with the words Cello: Everyone Else Is Accompaniment below it. Sakura smiled at the memory. She loved that shirt, and she loved all of her other clothes as well. She felt most comfortable in dresses and skirts and pretty little tops with unicorns and ice cream cones and flowers on them.

But she couldn’t turn up to a meeting with one of the world’s greatest conductors looking like she burped sunshine and farted rainbows.

As she went through her pieces of clothing looking for something more mature or at least subtler, Sakura thought back to the email Mr Uchiha had sent her two weeks ago. He always seemed so poised and mature and suave, even in his correspondence. In the maestro’s presence – physical or digital – Sakura always felt like a naïve little schoolgirl asking her strict and intimidating headmaster for directions to the cafeteria. Thinking back to what she had written, she felt incredibly stupid for asking him what to do next. But then his reply came through, and Sakura couldn’t have been happier.

Dear Ms Haruno,

at the risk of sounding smug, I have to say you made the right decision. But then again, I expected nothing less from you. As for what happens next – there’s no need to worry, I will take of everything for you. Allow me to lead the way. I am your maestro now, after all.

Sincerely,

Madara Uchiha

Sakura got his reply at 1:20 in the morning and naturally, she was so over the moon she didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. Luckily, the following days went by in a blur. She had to sign lots of paperwork for Kyoto Concert Hall, find a new tenant for her flat, answer a bunch of emails from a bunch of strangers from the New National Theatre, go to a total of four farewell-parties organised by her former orchestra’s musicians, and finally say goodbye to her beloved Maestro Senju.

In the meantime, Mr Uchiha had booked her a flight to Tokyo and a hotel room in which she was free to stay for a few weeks while looking for a place to live in the capital city.

Now, two weeks later, Sakura was about to sign the contract that would change her life.

But first, she needed to change her outfit.

Madara saw her walk up the grand staircase, eyes wide with wonder, soaking up the modern and sleek architecture of the New National Theatre. The architect had worked with glass a lot and had installed windows and glass walls wherever he could, so the entire building was bathed in a natural light. Everything was understated and subtle, yet tasteful and aesthetic at the same time – all pastel colours and typical Japanese minimalism.

Amidst the rather chiselled, sophisticated, and mature look of the theatre, the young cellist stood out like a sore thumb with her bubblegum-pink hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, her white camisole top with lace applications, and the dark-green culotte pants, which she tied above her waist with a pretty little bow.

Madara decided to give her another moment to savour the view while he retreated to his office. He glanced at his watch and noted with satisfaction that she was over-punctual. She still had fifteen minutes to spare before their scheduled meeting, which gave him another fifteen minutes to force all the inappropriate teasing he thought of when he saw her to the back of his mind. Though Madara had thoroughly enjoyed rattling Ms Haruno during their previous encounter, he had to be absolutely professional now – this time he was in his territory, after all, and he had a reputation to uphold. Namely that of a tough and relentless hard-ass conductor, who didn’t feel a thing at the sight of some young musician’s awe-struck eyes staring up at him as if he were her personal god and saviour.

The maestro took a seat at his desk, turned on his speakers, and opened the playlist he created for the upcoming tour. Clicking on the desired music file, he let the sound of Ludovico Einaudi’s Taranta envelop his office as he started jotting down notes on the corresponding sheet music.

Einaudi’s Taranta Project was one of the more experimental parts of the repertoire he was planning for the tour. Frankly, he would not have even included it if Ms Haruno had not agreed to join his ensemble. The compositions Madara chose featured a strong focus on strings, and he simply couldn’t imagine his orchestra performing such avant-garde pieces without a cellist who showed the same level of passion and eagerness to experiment as the composer himself.

The conductor was torn from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his office door. He lowered the volume of the song to a barely audible minimum and summoned her in.

Madara watched his principal cellist open the door and hesitantly step into the room. Her gaze roamed around his spacious office for a second before resting on him.

“Ms Haruno, welcome to Tokyo,” he said as he walked around his desk to approach her.

The maestro noted another blush tainting her cheeks before she stretched out her hand to shake his. “Thank you, Mr Uchiha. You have no idea how excited I am to be here.”

As he gestured for her to take a seat on the grey leather sofa, Madara heard her ask, “That was from The Taranta Project, wasn’t it? Is Einaudi going to be part of our tour programme?” Madara leaned back in the armchair to Sakura’s right and crossed one leg over the other. “That depends. How do you feel about opening with Choros?” He watched her eyes sparkle with excitement.

“I love that idea. But if you decide to perform the entire album, we could open with Introductio and just stick to Einaudi’s original order. It’s softer than Choros and would also set a better mood for Taranta. Though Choros would be more appropriate if you want to go with a darker, more mature concert.”

Madara narrowed his eyes and stared at the pinkette with a pensive gaze. How could someone so seemingly shy and unobtrusive hide so much excitement, passion, and energy? The way her eyes lit up at the mention of Einaudi’s pieces and the way she enthusiastically talked about the things she loved made Madara decide to ask her about her opinion more often. When she realised he wasn’t answering, her eyes widened in shock and she quickly clasped a hand over her mouth, before lowering it just enough to allow herself to speak. “I’m so sorry, Mr Uchiha. I didn’t mean to criticise your choices or tell you what to do. I-I just… got carried away with the excitement and everything,” she stammered, fixing her gaze on her lap before letting out a shaky breath. “I’m really nervous, in case you didn’t realise.”

The maestro studied the cellist for another moment, before murmuring, “Why are you nervous, Ms Haruno?”

She slowly raised her head again to look at him, and Madara had to actively restrain himself from staring at her teeth nervously biting her bottom lip. Instead, he watched her pull a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

“Because… it’s you,” she breathed weakly.

Well, that piqued his interest.

“Care to elaborate, Ms Haruno?”

The young cellist turned her gaze away from him, now resting on her lap again where she was watching her fingers play with the ends of the ribbon she tied above her waist. “Well… it’s probably silly to you, but you’re… you’re sort of my favourite conductor and a huge role model and just – I don’t know, being in the same room with you freaks me out, let alone the thought of playing in your orchestra. Not – not freak out in a bad way,” she fixed him with a frantic gaze, hands waving in front of her in defence, “I’m not saying I’m so freaked out I can’t perform in your presence, just like – you know, a nervous and excited sort of freak out, the sort that makes you annoyingly self-conscious and turns you into a giant perfectionist, because you desperately want to please your idol, and so…,” Sakura let out a long sigh and turned her head away in embarrassment, before laughing anxiously, “and now I need to stop rambling. Anyway, I’m sorry if I stepped on your toes with my suggestions about Einaudi’s album.”

As soon as she stopped talking and started biting her lip again instead, Madara had to remind himself to keep calm. He found her adorable in a harmless sort of way when she was nervous and flustered, but when she was biting her lip, she instantly became a danger to his sanity and his firm conviction that hooking up with one of his orchestra’s musicians was a terrible idea.

The raven-haired conductor cleared his throat to force himself out of his inappropriate line of thought and asserted, “You have nothing to worry about, Ms Haruno. I wasn’t offended by your remarks in the slightest. To be honest, I was simply astonished at first, since none of my musicians usually dare to speak their mind or give me suggestions on anything. It was a pleasant surprise, though. I think I should ask for your opinion more often.”

The pinkette’s shoulders visibly relaxed as her lips spread into a grateful smile, and Madara noted with satisfaction that he was the put who put it there.

“Now, before you meet with our lawyer to sign the contract, I wanted to give you the chance to talk things through, answer any questions you might have. I believe you had enough time to read through it all. Was there anything you’d like to discuss with me?”

“Um, yes, actually. Though not so much about the contract per se, that was probably the most precise contract ever drafted. But um,” he watched Ms Haruno lick her lips with such a fascination as if he were witnessing the birth of Jesus Christ himself, “I did have a few questions about the repertoire and the pieces you’re considering for the tour. I noticed there were a few compositions for a string quartet with a heavy focus on the cello, even some cello solos. I was just wondering if it’s maybe a bit early for me to be featured so heavily. I am the youngest member of your ensemble, after all, with the least amount of experience. I’m basically a rookie compared to your other musicians.”

“Let me assure you, Ms Haruno, that you are by no means a rookie in my orchestra. None of my musicians think that, especially not me. And I would never assign you anything if I wasn’t absolutely certain you could rise up to it.”

The doubtful look in her eyes didn’t waver. “I believe you, and I really appreciate your confidence in me. It’s just – I’m worried that I might get off on the wrong foot with the others if I get so much attention right from the beginning. Maestro Senju didn’t give me a solo piece until I was with the orchestra for a year, and even then, some people got really jealous and upset. I just want a smooth start without any bad blood.”

Of course, Madara mused, he sensed there was a deeper reason behind her uncertainty. He knew that she knew how good she was and that she could perform those solo pieces in her sleep. Her hesitance had nothing to do with her doubting her musical prowess, but everything to do with her kind disposition, almost too kind for something so competitive and cut-throat as Japan’s classical music scene.

Madara decided then that it was good he had taken such a liking to her. The cellist was right – if she wasn’t careful, his musicians would eat her for breakfast. Lucky for her, the big bad wolf of a conductor harboured a teeny-tiny musical crush on her.

“Ms Haruno, you are the only person in my ensemble that I have personally pursued. Everybody else had to audition, but not you, because that’s just how good you are. I’m not going to leave you unnoticed in the background, that would be a waste of and insult to your talent. That being said, the tour programme isn’t finalised yet, so we can talk about changing bits and pieces, depending on how well our rehearsals go. But if I’m satisfied with your performance, you will take centre stage. And if anybody has a problem with that,” Madara was just about to finish his sentence with they can come to me but refrained from doing so when he realised how inappropriately possessive it sounded. “Then you should just be happy about the fact that older and more experienced musicians feel so threatened by someone so young. If anything, their jealousy is a compliment. Trust me, knowing you’re better than others is a great confidence boost,” the conductor added with a smug grin.

Her melodious laughter echoed through his office which only made his smirk widen. When she calmed down, the pink-haired musician started biting her lip again, this time probably to stop herself from grinning. After another moment where Madara allowed himself to simply enjoy her carefree happiness, he added with gentle encouragement, “Seriously, Ms Haruno, don’t worry about what others think of you. Our profession was and always will be highly competitive, and you will always make enemies no matter how kind you are or how many cookies you bake for your colleagues. Don’t ever allow other people’s inferiority complex to rain on your parade.” Madara looked at her intently, his eyes softening as he murmured, “You’re too good for that.”

A deep blush spread across her face, and her doe-like eyes stared up at him with that look of wonder and admiration that made him want to shower her with compliments, if only she would keep looking at him that way. If he hadn’t known any better, Madara could have sworn her gaze rested on his lips for a split second before meeting his eyes again.

The maestro had to physically force himself to look away. It got increasingly difficult to remain professional with all the adorable blushing and fidgeting. Here he was, a 39-year-old man who loved old Scotch, vintage cars, self-assured women, and everything else that was ripe and mature in this world. And yet this young naïve little thing who was so nervous she was basically shaking in his presence, staring up at him like a lost lamb looking for shelter, stirred up a protective instinct in him he never knew he had.

Change of subject, Madara reminded himself. Right fucking now.

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about, Ms Haruno?”

Please say no, please say no, please say no, please say –

“Yes.”

Fuck.

The conductor raised an expectant eyebrow while forcing his expression to relax in an effort to mask his internal struggle. He wanted her to stay for all the wrong reasons, so he needed her to leave for all the right ones.

“About your list of rules,” Sakura started off hesitantly.

Dear God, please don’t mention rule number five.

The fingers of Madara’s right hand dug into the armrest as he prepared himself for the worst.

“There was this one part where it said that you as the conductor choose our concert outfits. I was just wondering what fabric the clothes were made of. Because Maestro Senju tried it with velvet pant suits once and we all got a horrible rash, supposedly because of some chemicals they used to dye the fabric. I know it’s silly and fabrics should be the least of your worries, but honestly, the rash was so annoying we had serious trouble concentrating on our performance. So I just wanted to make sure the clothes are… you know, normal.”

Madara released a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and his fingers relaxed their grip on the leather of the armrest.

“I don’t know what fabric they’re made of, but I know it’s not velvet, and I know nobody has ever gotten a rash or experienced any other bad reactions. But don’t worry, everybody wears their concert outfits for the dress rehearsal, so should you feel uncomfortable in any way, we can still make adjustments before the actual concert.”

A small smile spread across her lips, and she nodded in finality. “Great, thank you. Then that would be all for my part.”

He replied with a nod of his own and stood up from his armchair. As Madara lead the cellist to his office door, he reminded her of her next appointment, “You’ll see our lawyer Mr Hatake next. He’ll go through the contract with you and answer any legal questions you might have. His office is on the third floor, in the Legal Department, room number 3.201. All the rooms are labelled and have door signs, so you really can’t miss him.”

The pinkette shot him another grateful smile. Madara offered his hand and when she took it, he gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Welcome to the jungle, Ms Haruno.”

The conductor opened the door of his office and sent her away with a devilish grin.

“So you’re my boyfriend’s replacement, huh?”

Sakura looked up from her sheet music and was met with the face of a gorgeous blonde staring her down with a haughty look.

“Excuse me?”

Sakura took in the person in front of her and realised then she was also holding a cello case. The blonde stepped closer and took a seat right next to her.

“Shikamaru Nara. He was our principal cellist,” the musician explained while opening her case.

“Oh,” it dawned on Sakura. Of course. Some of her former orchestra’s musicians had hinted that the only reason Maestro Uchiha was able to take on a new cellist was because he kicked out the last one.

“You must hate me now, too, huh?” Sakura shot her fellow cellist a half-hearted apologetic smile.

The blonde to her left scoffed. “Why would I hate you?”

“Because I took away your boyfriend’s seat in the orchestra. You could have still played together.”

“Please,” the woman made a dismissive gesture with her hand, “that idiot was never coming back.”

Sakura looked at her incredulously and prodded, “So you don’t hate me?”

The blonde cellist shot her an amused grin, which immediately released some of the tension Sakura was feeling. “I don’t hate you, silly. It’s not like you were actively involved in getting him kicked out. And the Maestro was bound to replace him at some point. So relax, no hard feelings.”

The pinkette laughed awkwardly before offering her hand. “I’m Sakura Haruno. It’s nice to finally meet another cellist of the ensemble.”

A smile tugged on the blonde’s lips as she shook her hand. “I’m Temari Sabakuno. Welcome to Tokyo.”

“Thanks. By the way, what did you mean with your boyfriend wasn’t coming back? I assume every musician would fight tooth and nail for a place in Maestro Uchiha’s orchestra.”

“Not this idiot of a musician,” Temari scoffed while adjusting her endpin. “To be honest, we were kind of hoping to get caught. We were both tired of sneaking around, and Shikamaru was already looking for an excuse to quit. He’s not the most ambitious person, you know, so he wasn’t planning on staying much longer.”

“Why didn’t you leave with him?”

“Because unlike him, I don’t want to stare at clouds all day. I want to conquer the world,” the cellist proclaimed with a proud grin. “No but seriously, I really did want to stay. Maestro Uchiha gave us a choice – either break up and stay in the orchestra or one of us leaves. It was a no-brainer, really. I still get to do what I love with one of the world’s greatest orchestras, and Shikamaru can just chill.”

Sakura felt a smile tugging on her lips. Even though Temari was a virtual stranger, for some weird reason, she was still happy that everything worked out well for the both of them and that – most importantly – the blonde didn’t hold a grudge against Sakura.

That was at least one person in the orchestra who was nice to her so far. The pinkette’s gaze roamed around and took in the many musicians scurrying around the stage and readying themselves for the rehearsal. Some of them had introduced themselves, others only smiled and nodded in her general direction. And then there were those who didn’t even deem her worthy enough of a single glance. A part of Sakura felt shunned, and yet another – albeit smaller part – proud. As Maestro Uchiha had said, everybody else in his ensemble was so much older and so much more experienced than her. What did it say about them if they felt threatened about someone so young?

Not that she needed a lot of encouraging from her conductor – she knew she deserved her place in his orchestra – but for some reason, being praised and complimented by Maestro Uchiha felt so much better than being praised by anybody else, even her previous conductor. Sakura couldn’t wait to show his entire orchestra what she’s got and to prove to her Maestro that he made the right decision in choosing her.

The chatter suddenly quieted down as their conductor entered the stage.

Sakura noticed that her Maestro had a penchant for wearing three-piece suits in dark colours. He never failed to uphold the suave and refined appearance he was known for, though sometimes he would discard his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves for a more relaxed look, like he did for rehearsal today.

The pink-haired cellist had to remind herself not to stare too much. Her Maestro was illegally handsome, but he was still her Maestro.

He tapped his baton against his music stand twice to signal the whispering flautists to quiet down. Once he had everyone’s attention, he let his cold and calculating gaze roam through the rows of musicians who were all expectantly looking up at him. It was clear to Sakura that Maestro Uchiha demanded everyone’s undivided attention and that he had no problem commanding each and every one of this 73 musicians with nothing but silence and a good old-fashioned intimidating stare.

“Before we start with our first rehearsal for the upcoming tour, allow me to address the elephant in the room. As you all know by now, the Tokyo Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra has got a new member as of this April. Ms Sakura Haruno joined us from Kyoto Concert Hall and will fill in our vacant spot of principal cellist.”

Maestro Uchiha’s eyes rested on her for a fleeting second as he spoke her name. Gone was the teasing and relaxed conductor she talked to in his office four days ago.

This was not Mr Uchiha.

This was Maestro Uchiha.

Calculating, in control, and completely in his element.

“Now, let’s show Ms Haruno how well we can all work together. We’re starting with Brian Tyler. Everybody take out your sheet music for Sleight of Hand. Strings, I want you to remember the sudden crescendo at the beginning. Flautists, I want to hear a seamless transition from staccato to legato between the fourth and fifth bar. Once Ms Haruno begins her pizzicato in the seventeenth bar, I want the violinists pianissimo as well as Mr Uzumaki with the xylophones in the eighteenth bar.”

This was it, Sakura thought excitedly. She usually never felt such a thrill during rehearsals, only at concerts. But this was a rehearsal under Maestro Uchiha. She felt goosebumps spread across the entirety of her skin as she readied herself and her instrument. Glancing up at her new Maestro, she caught his intense gaze. He gave her the slightest hint of a smile.

And then, he raised his baton.

“From the top.”

#madasaku #madasaku fanfic #madara uchiha #madara uchiha fanfic #Sakura Haruno #sakura haruno fanfic #naruto #naruto fanfiction

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greeneyedgirls4 · 5 years ago

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Heart of a Saint. Life of a Sinner.

Summary - Her name was Raven. She had it all. The mind, good looks and sparkling personality. She truly was the Queen of everything.. or so she would let you think.

Her name was Raven.. and this is the story of how she died.

Chapter - 3/32. Bucky x reader.

Warnings - None. One bad word.. or two. Just some fluff and Bucky being a twat :) I can’t wait for you all to read the rest!

You can also find me and this story on - AO3 and Fanfiction.net so feel free to leave some feedback wherever suits (I love feedback so honestly go for it!) please and this is my Masterlist. Thanks and enjoy!

I walk into the small shop at the end of the road. It’s a corner shop but it has everything you would need in such a tiny space. It amazes me really. Noticing the young man behind the counter looking at me, I nod and slip quietly behind the rows of drugs and food.

Glancing at the opiates my mum usually gets, I grab a pack and stuff them into the pocket of my jacket before smiling at the young man and leaving. It won’t always be that easy Raven.

Getting back home wasn't too difficult. The streets are quieter around dinnertime and I knew for a fact I had only a small chance of running into someone I know.. and that’s exactly what happens.

“Raven..” I hear a voice shout. Turning I slowly feel my heart begin to race. It’s the young man from the shop. Once he has caught up with me I give him a small smile. “You don't recognise me.”

I take him in for a moment. He’s quite attractive, I think I would remember him. Shaggy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He’s wearing quite rough clothes too and he's very small and skinny for a boy who I would say is my age. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”

“I’m Steve. My dad works with yours at the factory.” He replies, a wide smile gracing his face when I slowly nod.

“You’re the little boy that was always sick..” I say without thinking.

When he nods I feel a little sorry for him. His head almost looks too big for his body and like it is ready to drop off at any slight movement. “I was.. am.. always sick but mum is letting me go to school again.”

I smile at him once again only this time it’s softer and brighter. “That’s amazing! Will you be going to our school?”

He points to the shiny building standing out among the rows of houses at the bottom of the hill. “I will. I should probably go, I’m covering for a family friend and I can’t leave the shop unattended.”

“Of course. It was nice seeing you again.” I shout as he begins walking away. I grip the packet in my pocket and begin turning away only to stopped by Steve’s voice again.

“You can keep the drugs but next time use money.”

I don’t even face him. I can feel my face heat up and I can only imagine that I look like some kind of tomato now. Once I get home I slam the packet down on the table in front of mum and go to bed without dinner. She’s the one making me do these things. If mum and dad would just stop drinking then we would have money for the house and for things like drugs and food and clothes but instead we don’t. I wouldn't be surprised if we’re homeless by Christmas.

The rest of the week comes and goes and it wasn’t long before Saturday came around. I had no idea what to wear. Was it a date? Should I dress up like it is one or dress down like it’s not? If I dress up then he may get the wrong idea but if I dress down then he may think I’m not interested in him and simply put me in the dreaded friend-zone. A dress. A plain dress. What could go wrong with that?

After a good hour looking for the perfect plain dress I find my favourite flowery yellow one in the back of my wardrobe. It’s nothing fancy but it’s also not a complete let down. It’s somewhere in between I could sleep with you now and I’m not interested in you at all.

I don’t want to overdo it so I only put on a small bit of makeup and some nude lipstick. I wait at the door for Bucky, not wanting him to see the mess the house is still in. It’s been fifteen minutes past when he said we were to meet. I’m about to go back inside when I hear him calling my name.

“Sorry I’m late.. wow.” He says, his eyes automatically looking me up and down as I make my way down the path towards him. “You look beautiful.”

“Really?” When he nods I smile. Of course I do. “Thanks. You look quite handsome too.”

Bucky stretches out his arm for me to hook mine with which I happily do. As we walk in silence it gives me the opportunity to take in what he’s wearing. It’s nothing special but it suits him. A light black jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of dark trousers and shoes. Yes, it suits him. He must have seen me taking him in because I see his face move so that it is in front of me.

“Getting a good look there Raven?” He cheekily says causing me to blush.

“Don’t flatter yourself Barnes. I’ve seen more attractive chickens roaming the streets.”

“You hurt my pride doll.” I see him act hurt and do the whole dramatic hand to chest look but the cheeky smile later returns when I roll my eyes.

After a few more minutes of silence and me trying to walk down the hill in super flat shoes, we finally make it to the field that the circus is being held at. It’s not a big field and it’s certainly not a big event but it’s the first circus we have had in a few years so of course the place will be packed.

“I didn't know there would be so many people.” I whisper as we weave through the line just in time to catch the gymnastic act.

When the show takes a break for a few seconds Bucky takes my hand in his. It’s bigger than mine but so warm in comparison and I find myself loving the feeling. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

I shake my head, eyes still focused on the woman hanging upside down on a rope about twenty feet off the ground. “No, no I’m just surprised.”

“Well if you want to leave at any time.. just ask.”

“Sure thing.”

When the show is over and after visiting a few stalls and animal acts we head over to the food section. Bucky orders a vanilla ice-cream for himself and, surprisingly but politely asks if I want one too. I have no money though so I make an excuse that I was full from having too much dinner. In fact, all I had for dinner was some toast that I found in the back of the cupboard, allowing Den to have the last of the beans instead which I knew were still in date.

Bucky returns with not just one but two small tubs of ice-cream. “It wouldn't be a date if the lady didn't get some ice-cream.” He says, handing me the tub and spoon. “Not that it’s a date.. or anything..”

Not a date. Good to know. “I understand and thank you. I feel like I should pay you back.”

“Mm..” Oh no, the cheeky smile has returned to his face and I know exactly what he has in mind. I’m pretty sure he does this with all the girls. “A kiss could do it.”

Sitting up straighter I carefully lean in before turning his face and gently kissing him on the cheek. Retreating back I watch as his mouth hangs open as if I was the first woman to ever not kiss him on the lips. I probably was. “You said a kiss.. you didn't say where.”

“You’re too cheeky for your own good.” He says, lifting a spoonful of ice-cream and watching me as I take one too. “Remind me to specify where I want kissed in the future.”

“Oh so you see this as a regular event?” I say, keeping my face neutral as my heart races.

“Maybe..” And with that said we both sit in a comfortable silence just watching the hundreds of people make their way through the circus.

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zehradeniz · 4 years ago

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All you need to know about Zehra...

ABOUT

Name: Zehra Meryem Deniz

Age: Twenty-three

Birthday: November 24th

Height: 5′9″ / 1.75m

Build: Slim

Tattoos and Piercings: Earrings on both her earlobes

Where were you born: Ankara, Turkey

City you live in: London, England

Suburb of city you live in: Lambeth

Relationship status: Single

Children: None

Next of Kin: Adam Deniz, Peri Deniz (Parents)

Siblings: Yusuf Deniz, Ibrahim Deniz, Hasan Deniz

Sexuality: Heteroromantic, Heterosexual

Occupation: Nurse

How did you get your job: 4 years undergraduate studies (Nursing)

Education: King’s College London

Illnesses/Allergies: None

Star sign: Sagittarus

Temperament: Melancholic

Personality Type: ISFJ-T

What are their three flaws: Naive, Gullible, Trusting

FAVOURITES:

Favourite smell: Lavender

Favourite food: Carbonara

Favourite drink: Iced Tea

Favourite sweets: Ice cream

Favourite colour: Green

Favourite thing to collect: Pressed flowers

Favourite music: Soft Pop

Favourite book genre: Romance

Favourite item of clothing: Unicorn onesie

Favourite time of year: Spring

Favourite hobby: Cooking

Favourite kink: Lip-bitting, hands roaming

BIOGRAPHY / PROFILE OF YOUR CHARACTER:

Born in Turkey to a construction worker and a tailor. She always dreamt of leaving their small lifestyle. At the very least, she wanted a better life for her family.

As a child her father instilled on her that the only way they could get a good life is through studying. So that’s what she did. Getting scholarships for high school to let her be able to study for free.

She applied for a college scholarship in countries outside turkey and manage to snag one in London. Which was hard, seeing their financial status. But she managed to get part-time work that actually helped and paid her well enough that she managed to survive for four years.

In those four years, she fell in love with London, the sights and sounds, the culture she wasn’t able to experience back home.

She graduated top of her class this year and is on the process of looking for work.

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blackphoenixalchemylab · 7 years ago

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It’s Time for 2017′s LILITH & FATHERHOOD Updates!

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Every year, BPAL and Trading Post founders Elizabeth and Ted Barrial look back over the past year in their daughter Lilith's life, isolating moments and sense memories worthy of enshrining in scent. This year, the result amounts to thirty-five unique, limited edition blends. Behold: ++ FATHERHOOD 2017 ++ LILITH 2017 Happy ninth birthday, Lilith! These will be available at tonight's Lunacy event at the Lab, and for a limited time beyond.

++ LILITH 2017

Lilith, my angel, I love you with all my heart. I love the hiccup’ing snorts of your bellylaugh, I love the strange stormy grey of your eyes. I love your fart jokes and your songs, I love our late night talks. I love everything about you, from your taste in shoes to your moral fiber. I love your kindness and your strength of character, I love your sense of humor and your sense of justice.

I love you, I love being your mom.

Happy birthday, Lilith. ADMETE

On the last day of school, some of the families get together at the beach to celebrate the onset of summer break. It was cold, grey, and overcast, but that was hardly daunting for this little Oceanid. Lilith and her friends splashed and played in water I couldn’t put a toe into. She boogie boarded for the first time that day and fell in love. The beach bunny I have now is a far cry from the Tiny Virgo who wouldn’t go near the sand because she didn’t want her Doritos to get dirty.

Driftwood and sea salt submerged in a marine layer, a touch of sweet carnation, bright neroli, and a sandy strip of kelp.

APOCALYPTIC HORSEPRINCESS

Lilith has always enjoyed the company of monsters. She grew up at Dark Delicacies, and two of her favorite toys when she was a baby were a Freddy Krueger rubber mask and a matching Freddy doll (with razor hands that were blunted by Grandma Sue so Lil didn’t poke an eye out). She has fears just like any other kid, but her monster friends help protect her from “real life” dangers. When she gets scared late at night, we talk about her ghost friends that roam the house, the vampires that live in our basement, the werewolves that hang out in the yard, the zombies that keep spare brains in our garage freezer, and all the other monsters (imaginary monster friends?) that love her and keep her safe from “real world” dangers. When we vend at horror-centric conventions, the monsters are always so nice to Lilith. At Midsummer Scream, she gets tons of high-fives from shambling ghouls and radioactive plant horrors, and she gets hugs from demented clowns and slobbering werebeasts.

Ever since Lilith was in kindergarten, we’ve helped with her school’s Halloween party, so she’s grown up loving setting up and working in haunted houses and horror mazes.

This photo is from this year’s Midsummer Scream. Lilith was inspecting a headless horseman scene, getting ideas for this year’s Halloween maze.

Crushed mint and neon lime, sour candy powder, and wild plum.

BABY’S FIRST CON PANEL

On July 20th, Lilith went to her first SDCC panel. As a carny kid and the tiniest Lab Rat, she’s been to tons of cons and events, and we’ve been taking her to San Diego Comic Con since birth. While she’s always had a good time, this was the first year that she was independently invested in her enjoyment there. She tore up the vending area, played video game demos, went looking for Arthas’ ice cream shop, and sat through several panels of her choosing. It was an experience that was truly /hers/ for the first time, and that was a really amazing piece of magic that I was privileged to witness.

The scent of the soft pretzel we hid in our backpack, plus a bit of leftover chocolate chip cookie.

BRUNCH WITCHES

Dressed in her witchy best for brunch with the fam!

Pumpkin pancakes and berries in cream.

CEMETERY CREEP

This summer, Brian got married at the Mountain View Mausoleum. As a side benefit, the Barrials got to spend hours skulking around its beautiful, cavernous halls in the weeks leading up to the event. Lilith loves the vast quietness of the mausoleum almost as much as she enjoys playing tag in the cemetery, and wandered the halls doing impromptu math equations to figure out how old people were when they passed.

I love this little cemetery creep with all my cobwebby heart.

Marble-white musk, orris root, and vanilla blossom.

CLOSET RAID

Funny how much better Lilith looks in my clothes than I do! This is the scent of generations of children raiding their parents’ closets: my grandmother and mother’s Chanel No. 5, my father and grandfather’s Lilac Vegetal, my Snake Oil, and Lilith’s lavender blossoms.

DANCING AMONG THE TOMBS

Autumn at Lilith’s favorite cemetery, Lafayette No. 1.

Osmanthus and jasmine, Spanish moss and dandelion, Snake Oil and Dorian.

DAYBREAK

Just a photo of Lilith and Pickle that I took one morning. I love this little human so, so much.

Last night’s lavender drops and a whiff of Pickle’s vanilla coconut pupper shampoo.

DO ALL THE GOOD YOU CAN

Lilith has been involved with our humanitarian and philanthropic work for several years, helping with fundraising events like our food, toy, and feminine napkin drives; she has taken the initiative a few times now, setting up her own fundraisers for the UNHCR and Pasadena Humane Society. This year, we decided that she’s old enough to do the footwork, and she volunteered with us twice in serving those currently experiencing homelessness. This photo is from Christmas Day 2017: Lilith spent several hours helping us distribute food, toiletries, and sleeping bags in Hollywood.

Madagascar vanilla and sweet patchouli with Yule pine, white fig, and almond blossom.

DO YOU LIKE CLOWNS?

Lilith has been watching Drag Race with me since she was teething, and she has worked with us at every Drag Con. She loves filming promo videos with Tom for the Nobodies events. She loves watching drag makeup tutorials, UNHhhh, and Alaska’s videos, and one of her goals in life is to pull off a reveal like Violet Chachki’s tartan runway look on the first day of school. So when she heard that Bob the Drag Queen was looking for a little girl for a comedy video, she was all over it. She loves Bob, she loves drag, and she loooooooooves being a big funny ham on stage. I’m the worst stage mom in all of Los Angeles history, and she has no headshots and no reel—so I sent over a funny photo of Lilith jetlagged and one of her Nobodies vids, and somehow she got the gig. It was one of the best days of her life. Bob and the crew were incredibly nice and friendly, and Lilith had the time of her life. To say thank you, she drew this picture for Bob of the two of them together on a bus bench.

Raspberry ice cream and a smear of black cherry lip gloss.

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EGO SUM LUX MUNDI

Doing her work at the grotto, the International Shrine of St Jude at Our Lady of Guadelupe Chapel in New Orleans.

Frankincense and myrrh with golden amber, green apple pulp, and white pear.

GAS MASKS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS

My offspring loves crossbows, gas masks, and kittens. She loves unicorns and rainbows and rhinestones and glitter, insects and Spongebob and fart jokes and whoopee cushions. She has a Nerf arsenal that would make her great-great-great-great-great (so many greats) Grandpa Attila proud, and a sea of big-eyed, rainbow-poofy plushies you could (probably literally) drown in. She loves fashion dolls as much as she loves anatomical models, Legos as much as she loves jewelry, and Hamlet as much as she loves My Little Pony. I love the diversity of her interests, and that—over the years—she is finding peace with loving what she loves, regardless of what anyone else might think.

Cotton candy and jellybeans with sugar cookie crumbles and vanilla frosting.

THE GODDESS OF MISCHIEF

Lilith has a ton of empathy for the God of Mischief. I think many kids identify with Loki because they know what it’s like to be passed over, to be ignored in favor of a shinier relative or friend, and what it feels like to not be as strong or powerful as some of your peers. He may be evil(ish), but he has a sense of humor and a grasp of irony that kids relate to, and that’s worth its weight in Alfheimian gold nuggets.

Thor is great and all, but Loki has /gone through some shit/, and Lilith respects that.

But what are the main reasons why Lilith digs Loki? “He looks like me, and he’s really funny.”

Girl!Loki costume by Chrissy Lynn!

White lavender and sweet amber, green oudh, and inky musk.

HECK ON WHEELS

Sometimes I make a perfume just because I love this kid. Red velvet confetti cupcakes and bubblegum.

HUNTRESS

This was the day that we discovered that Lilith was likely a sharpshooter crossbowman in another life. She was startlingly accurate, even with the handicap of using a clumsy carnival weapon.

Funnel cakes, baked apples, and strawberry cream.

LITTLE PHOTOJOURNALIST

Lilith Barrial, budding photojournalist, at the Cathedral-Basilica of St. Louis, King of France, New Orleans, LA. She’s been snapping photos since she was a toddler; we have whole photo albums of blurry photos of shoes and pavers from those days. She loves taking her powder pink instax on trips, and loves to document playdates with her friends.

Cathedral incense and rock candy.

PAYING HER RESPECTS

Lilith’s annual visit to St. Louis Cemetery No. 1.

Star jasmine and tobacco leaf.

PEW! PEW!

There is nothing that sparks joy for me quite like sharing something I love with Lilith. She’s been playing console games with me on and off since she was five, though she took a break from Diablo for a while after Brian bailed on her to chase after a treasure goblin.

Blue raspberry slushy, a bowl of strawberries, and microwavable popcorn.

POKE!

On December 30th, Lilith went with a gaggle of her Grownups, her plush alligator, Crocky (there’s a story there), and one of her besties, Camilla, to get their ears pierced by the wonderful people at Studio City Tattoo. When the needle went through, she didn’t scream and she didn’t cry… she growled “FFFFFFFFFffFFfffFfffFffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh” in an attempt to repress the impulse to yell FUCK in the middle of the tattoo shop. Tom and I got new piercings in solidarity, but Crocky, Teddy, and Brian all declined.

Coconut and red currant, red musk, and a pop of surgical steel. POTAMIDES

Thanks to the much-needed winter rains this year, my little river nymph was finally able to see the creeks in Eaton Canyon as something other than dry, fawn-beige, tumbleweed-strewn strips of sandwash. In the past, she’s always been ambivalent about hiking, but something about the rushing streams and sparkling waters enchanted her, and she fell in love.

Honeysuckle and honey, water lilies and white sage.

THE SPECTRAL FLOWER GIRL

The ghosts swarm.

They speak as one

person. Each

loves you. Each

has left something

undone...

With love to Rae Armantrout for the poem. Black lilies, red roses, and baby’s breath.

Lilith has been taking kiddo Shakespeare classes for the past four years, and absolutely loves them. Last year, they did a mini-series focusing on Julius Caesar, King Lear, and the Tempest. The kids analyze the plays, and perform scenes from them; then, at the end of the cycle, they put together a play of their own based on the themes in the works of Shakespeare that they have studied. Their play this time around was entitled Evil Bunny.

STORYBOARD: JULIUS CAESAR

Lilith performed as Marc Antony, and showed off her orator skills. Hearing Lilith speak at Caesar’s funeral gave me the chills. She came to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

Macerated myrrh, rose petals, and iris with frankincense and a splash of blood.

STORYBOARD: THE TEMPEST

Lilith played Ariel and Miranda, and said she liked playing Miranda more. She said it’s easy to relate, because her mom is a lot like Prospero.

I’m still trying to figure out whether that’s a compliment or an insult.

Ivy and lime rind, marigold and moss.

NYC SNOWBALL FIGHT

Last winter, we took Lilith to New York for the first time. We were en route to the march in Washington, DC, with our friends, and made a few pit stops on the way. This photo was taken a split second before I got snowballed in the face at the East 72nd Street Playground. The handsome devil in the background is one of Lilith’s best friends in the world, Kyle.

Snowballs and vanilla ice cream.

VALUABLE, POWERFUL, DESERVING

In a hotel in Baltimore, Lilith helped me color in my sign for the Women’s March in DC. She had made her own two signs — brimming with Girl Power and featuring a unicorn, of course — but finished in time to help me get mine all dolled up.

There are many criticisms of the march that are valid, but I will tell you this: being able to show my daughter thousands upon thousands of people that were demanding a government built on justice, compassion, and acceptance was something incredibly powerful. The experience she had meeting other children who were there in the hopes of a kinder, brighter future was invaluable. It was a pivotal moment, this ability to demonstrate for her /how to show up/ and how to /work/ for a better country and a better future for marginalized and under-represented groups. It was incredible being there in Washington with her, and I will never forget it. I hope this experience helped to reveal her own inner strength to her, and the strength she can find in her allies.

Golden amber, vanilla oudh, and orange blossom.

VAMPIRE PRINCESS

Last Halloween, Lilith wanted to be Maleficent, so we hooked her up with a Maleficent costume. The horns were imbalanced, though, and she was frustrated, so she decided to wear the rest of the costume—sans horns—and be a vampire. She looked amazing (in my motherly opinion), but when the time came to trick or treat, her voluminous skirts and flowing cape made it difficult for her to keep up with the other kids. We tried knotting it, hiking it up, everything…and in the end, she vowed never to wear another costume that she can’t run and jump in.

Blood musk and lavender with bourbon vanilla, plum oudh, black patchouli, and Romanian wildflowers.

WINTER AT THE CAPITOL

It was a cold, cold day, and a thick fog obfuscated everything. It was tremendously symbolic in myriad ways.

It’s funny. Lilith was two months old when Obama was elected, and I remember how I felt that night as the election returns were coming in. When his presidency was announced, it was like a fist surrounding my heart unclenched, and I could breathe again. With Lilith in my arms, I inexplicably wept with relief, suddenly believing with all my heart that she was safe, and that her future—all of our futures—were on a trajectory of kindness and justice buoyed by hope. The country is flawed and imperfect, but we were on our way to making things right.

Then November of 2016 happened, and in January, a thick fog descended on the National Mall and the fist clamped around my heart again.

++ FATHERHOOD 2017

Expressing my love for Lilith in words will always be hard for me because my skill set does not include this word-and-spelling thing. At least I know that I am on the right track when I have to stop because I am crying. Here goes nothing… Happy ninth birthday, Lilith. You are the best part of me and Elizabeth, you are my partner in crime, you are my best little friend, you are my love and joy and I treasure every single second that we spend together. I do my best not to, but sometimes, I cry when I think about how much I love you. I would do anything to shield you from the sadness of the world and it hurts to see shed any tears.. Every so often, I have this huge fear of you outgrowing me and not needing me. It is usually during those times when you run off with your friends and I find myself standing there alone. I am afraid that you might have moved on from your dad but, thankfully you still return and ask me to join in and play with you. I will forever cherish these moments. I love the time we share while we are walking and you reach out to hold my hand. As I have always said, as long as you want, I will continue to hoist you up on my shoulders. You might be getting a little heavy to carry but I promise I will carry you down the aisle for your wedding if you ask me to. I know that you might not realize it now but I hope that when you are a woman, you will look back at your ninth year and remember it with happiness and joy because I sure will. All my love, Daddy THE PILLORY Captain Lilith is a harsh taskmaster and her first mate has been put him up for public humiliation. His crime must have been not making her buttered pasta fast enough. Can he escape? Will people come by and throw tomatoes at him? Caramelized rum ice cream with a splatter of berries. SPINNING ON GRAVES Late at night, as you walk through a dark and creepy cemetery, all is quiet except for the giggling of two kids: one is eight and one is fifty-eight. They are standing in the middle of the tombstones; the bigger kid is spinning the little kid around by her arms. They spin and spin and then fall down laughing. What could be more fun than falling down on people’s graves? Dorian and lavender mist, crushed grass, cypress leaf, and a drop of clove. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 Lilith “All-Night Party Bean” Barrial begged us to allow her to stay up past midnight and ring in the New Year at the Los Angeles Zoo with her oldest friend Novi. How could we refuse? We all danced, we sang, we drank apple cider, and we partied all night long. They would have stayed until the dawn if the zoo had not kicked us out. You know what they say, you don’t have to go home but the monkeys want you to leave. Vanilla cake with sprinkles and red velvet cupcakes, with a touch of climbing wisteria and sparkling apple cider. A CUTE KID Near the end of last semester, we arrived to pick her up from school and she was hanging out in her classroom drawing pictures on the white board. Of course I joined in and wrote “funny looking kid” with an arrow pointing at her. She changed it and wrote “a cute kid”, and gave me her big giant smile as if to say I WIN! Pale lavender and Tahitian vanilla with a smudge of chalk dust and a pop of strawberry bubblegum. WEDNESDAY'S CHILD IS FULL OF WOE Our friend, Lee Moyer, asked if Lilith could be a model for an illustration of Wednesday Addams that he was working on, They wanted a photo of her in a lab and of course I jumped at the chance to take a photo of my baby. I grabbed my camera and we set up a little table. We had so much fun decorating the table. Lilith was running around grabbing things and saying, “Can we use this? Can we use that?” Luckily for her, there's no shortage of creepy things scattered around her house. A little kid’s interpretation of a gothy goth perfume: sugared clove and vanilla patchouli with cacao, dried Avignon rose petals, and a bit of black cherry. MY LITTLE THEMYSCIRAN PRINCESS As I was carrying Lilith around the San Diego comic con, people would stop us and ask to take a photo of her cosplaying Wonder Woman. As I set her down, a change would come over her: she would light up, engage the person, and charm the hell out of them while the photo was being taken. She would be so charismatic and charming, and then would then come back to me, this shining, happy little kid, and ask to be picked up all over again. I was so proud of her, and I love my lil Themysciran princess. Rich, sweet, valiant amber, coconut milk, honeyed saffron, LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER Raisin' 'em right! The t-shirt that Lilith is wearing is Alaska Thunderf*ck's Lil' Poundcake. Lilith, I am your real dad and I always will be! Pomegranate cotton candy. ZIP LINE My Danger Baby loves to do crazy things and for some reason, I am always chosen to accompany her on these adventures. (Editor's note: it's because her mother possesses an actual survival instinct.) At the Renaissance Faire, we rode the zip line.... and let’s just say that it rode up a bit on my naughty bits. As we stepped off the ledge, I screamed MY BALLS, and Lilith thought it was soooooo funny. Brown leather and bourbon vanilla with honeyed oudh and cinnamon buns. MORNING IN THE CITY OF ANGELS Walking and holding hands with my Lilith as we joke and giggle is one the greatest joys of my life. She is growing up fast, and these moments will happen less and less, but I will forever treasure them. I hope that when she is an adult, she will look back on these memories and feel 1/100 of the happiness that she brings to her father. Sunflowers and California poppies, vanilla-tinged oak bark, and a spill of sugary breakfast cereal.

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chickenkooks · 7 years ago

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❛❛im one of the brightest witches at this prestigious magic academy and ur a human who somehow got admitted and everyone knows u dont ACTUALLY have magic but cant prove it so they hate u for it but i actually like you??? and have a crush on u??????? our paths have just never crossed until ur class blew up n somehow we became class partners and-- hold on what do you mean we fucked up this spell so we wanna fuck each other’s brains out??❜❜ AU

COUNT → 18.430

GENRE → smut

PAIRING → taehyung | reader

NOTE → this was requested and inspired by @blueagust!!!!!! the idea went thru several stages and yelling over kkt but this is the final product :-D im sorry mom

You hated everyone at this fucking academy.

It wasn’t just that they always smelled like unicorn turds—and that wasn't a compliment because unicorns had the nastiest smelling shit in the entire universe—but they were so arrogant and had this fucking superiority complex when it came to humans. You were sure if they actually lived with them and in human society instead of hidden away at some prestigious academy they wouldn’t pull this bullshit in the first place, but they still despised them.

Or maybe it was just one human they despised in particular.

"What’s that he’s eating?”

“It’s a sandwich.”

Your classmate sitting beside you on the dock hummed to himself, mumbling something under his breath about how he’s at a magic academy and shouldn’t be eating a fucking sandwich, but you ignored him. Taehyung wasn’t like everyone else. For one, he was a human—the only human at your school; everyone knew that and hated him for it, mostly because no one could actually prove it. The biggest mystery was how he even got admitted in the first place. Your academy wasn’t exactly visible on a human map—or any map for that matter. Though, it was hard to explain where exactly your school even was. It was almost like it was in purgatory—like a cross between two different planes—so it really wasn’t anywhere. It was nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

“I just don’t get it,” he continued, acting as if he was just innocently questioning Taehyung’s taste in food.

“Jimin,” you huffed out, your old weather-casting spellbook closing with a slam, coughing loudly as dust flew in your face. “It’s just a sandwich. Why does it matter to you what he eats anyway?”

He mumbled something under his breath—presumably sarcastic—and you rolled your eyes. As he continued to go on and on about how sandwiches were lame and dumb and not the wizarding way, the unheard whispers of your incantations went unheard as you attempted to freeze over the pond under your feet by memorization. The water in the shallow pond iced over then, seemingly encasing the fish swimming below—but not enough to be correct.

Leaning over the wooden dock, you groaned at the sight of fish coated only in thin layers of ice as the water thawed instead of completely encasing them entirely like your spell was supposed to. You had to make sure it worked perfectly, along with all the other weather casting incantations, in order to pass the final—and at least by the time the sun set in a few hours, which was proving to be impossible with fucking Jimin running his flapping lips. He'd been insulting Taehyung for the past twenty minutes and breaking your focus, causing each cast of your spell to be weaker than the last from your fingertips. And it wasn’t even because you had this big crush on Taehyung that you were so protective of him but he just didn’t deserve it—no one deserved to hear what all your shitty classmates said about him. Taehyung kept to himself for the most part and never bothered anyone else, but everyone avoided him like the plague—just because he didn’t have magic and just because he was a human.

Like you said, you hated everyone at this fucking academy.

You glanced around, looking for your familiar so that you could just go back to your dormitory and practice your spell casting there instead. Your academy was very accommodating for familiars in the first place since it was required to have one by the end of your first year. It wasn’t uncommon to see a lone bat roaming the halls or never even being with their master; a familiar wasn’t a pet, after all, but a magical partner. And sometimes, it seemed like your familiar was the master and you were the familiar—but you didn’t really mind that much.

Jimin moved on to Taehyung's lack of developed taste buds then—he hadn't taken advantage of Food and Culture 101 to your knowledge, which provided a potion at the beginning of the semester to alter your taste buds—even though you made it pretty clear you weren’t listening. He had something against Taehyung for whatever reason, more than any of your other friends—if you could even call him your friend. You knew he had a crush on you or something but you brushed it off because you weren’t interested in him and never would be. In fact, you weren’t fucking interested in any of them. If they had to knock Taehyung down to impress you, you didn't want a single thing to do with them. And anyway, Taehyung had already ruined your taste in men forever.

But even if you grew old with nothing but your good-for-nothing familiar to keep you company while Taehyung was happily married to some girl, you wouldn’t be bitter and would be happy for him because you loved him.

And that felt strange admitting that to yourself but you really did love him. Maybe you only got to talk to him once a day if you were lucky, but you treasured those moments. Something was wrong with the other girls in both your year and entire school if they weren’t as attracted to him as you were—and actually hated him just as much as the guys—but the only explanation you could think of for that was they were as fucking blind as their bat familiars.

Just thinking about how attracted you were to him reminded you that he had to be the best looking guy in your year, or even in the entire academy. He had tanned skin, thick eyebrows, beautifully silky hair—at least when it wasn’t hidden under his uniform’s hoodie, that is—and he was just so tall. Everything about him was equally proportioned, though, like his round nose with a small freckle at the tip and his long, extending fingers—

You had to stop yourself there. If you really thought about his fingers, you'd never perfect your incantation.

You heard a satisfied meow from across the pond then and recognized your chameleon shorthair familiar immediately as she rubbed herself against Taehyung's leg with him leaning against one of the willow trees in the garden. It wasn’t even out of the ordinary for the two of you to be just walking the halls and then have her ditch you at the sight of him—but that was too relatable for you to even be mad at her. You wished you were a fucking cat sometimes just so you could follow him around and have him scratch you behind the ears and touch you and—

But your familiar didn’t ditch you just for Taehyung—she also ditched you at even the faintest smell of tuna and whenever you were on the fifth floor; the fifth floor’s garden especially was her favorite place, which happened to be where you were now. It was the only garden on all ten floors of the academy that was actually on a balcony, the single magical dome framing it by some force spell giving it an almost fairy-like atmosphere. It was also home to wildvines, which were moss-like vines that sprouted flowers and bloomed depending on the amount of sunlight. They stretched from the exterior of the academy all the way across the dome overhead. Alongside those, there were also a lot of other magical plants you couldn’t find anywhere else, so it was a popular spot for familiars.

Your lips curled upwards at the sight of them—Taehyung offering her a bite of his tuna sandwich and her sniffing at it curiously before licking at some of the tuna that fell to the ground. Did Taehyung even have a familiar of his own? you wondered. Just because he was human didn’t mean he wasn’t required to have one. Although felines were the most popular choice when choosing a familiar, there were also crabs, dogs, and bats to choose from.

“Azura,” you called but she ignored you as usual.

Fucking bitch familiar, you thought to yourself.

Sighing, you stood up, casting a shadow spell on your spellbook so that it’d simply follow after you instead of you having to hold it. Your round toe uniform shoes dug into the grass as you approached them, him scratching behind her ears like he knew she liked. Taehyung was looking handsome as always with his back leaning into the bark of the tree, his signature hood pulled over his chestnut brown hair with his fringe tickling the hairs on his eyebrows.

“Hi, Taehyung,” you greeted with a shy smile.

He straightened his back when you came to a stop before them, grinning up at you.

“Hey,” he said back, his hand moving to scratch under Azura's chin. “Looking for this?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “She wasn’t bothering you, was she?”

“Nah. She can hang out with me whenever.”

“Don’t encourage her,” you said with a laugh, smiling at her sniffing the ground for more tuna. “Then she’ll break our contract and become your familiar instead of mine and then I’ll have to repeat a year.”

“That’s cool with me,” he quipped, his head settling into the tree trunk again as he looked up at you. “I can’t have you graduating before me. What would I do without you here to keep me company?”

You dropped your gaze to your feet, the spell on your book wavering as your heart raced and brain turned to mush. Just then, you felt Azura’s striped tail brushing against your leg, walking ahead for you to follow her.

“I have to go now,” you muttered. “You know how she is. If I don’t follow her, she might get us into trouble.”

He nodded, biting into his sandwich. “I understand. See you around?”

“Yeah." You watched as he licked one corner of his lips, swallowing. "Bye, Taehyung.”

Spinning on your heel, you chased after her already scratching at the closed double doors leading to the fifth floor hallway. Taehyung, on the other hand, followed your figure closely in fascination. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jimin pack his things at the dock and approach you talking to Azura animatedly, as if you two were arguing.

Knowing Azura, though, he wouldn't be surprised.

“So, I was wondering—”

“Fuck off, Jimin.”

Jimin continued to follow you, however, even into the hallway. You were probably going back to your room to study and tongued his cheek at the thought of Jimin following you there. He just couldn't take a fucking hint that you weren't interested. Whenever he saw you at the library or anywhere, your peers just flocked to you like a moth to a flame; they found you just as captivating as he did with your bright personality and warm smile.

You were the only person in the entire academy that gave him the time of day—the only person he wanted to give him the time of day. Everyone else treated him like a squashed bug beneath the bottom of their shoe, like he didn't belong at their school. Maybe they were right; he was the only human at a school for witches and wizards, but no one really knew anything about him—no one except for you. But even you didn't know why he was really here or why he was even admitted into a school of magic when he had no magic of his own to show for it.

He didn't care for acceptance from his classmates, though—just yours.

The highlight of his day was always Azura finding him after running off somewhere because that meant you’d come looking for her eventually—and that meant he'd finally get to talk to you and see you. It was hard to normally since you two were hardly ever on the same floor and had never once had a class together.

Before you closed the double doors behind you, you looked over your shoulder back at him and waved, smiling warmly before disappearing behind the steel doors. He chuckled to himself, hand still hanging in mid-air after waving back. If you so much as looked at him, all the other wizards gave him the stink eye, as if he wasn't good enough for you to talk to him. He got just as jealous as them but that didn't warrant him telling you who to talk to. But he didn't blame them—not really. You were the prettiest girl in your year, or even in the entire academy. A girl like you didn't come along that often, at least not a girl with a heart made of fucking 24-karat gold like yours was.

And he knew the other wizards didn't care about that part of you—or maybe you just never gave them the chance. You were so warm and so bright that he couldn’t help but get stuck in your flame like everyone else.

And maybe that’s why he’d started packing tuna sandwiches.

“I have an announcement.”

Your classmates groaned, a few of them slamming their foreheads onto the table in front of them. You, however, were just hoping you were finally getting your bound incantation assignments back—like the nerd you were.

“The other incantation class on the third floor exploded.”

At the mention of an explosion, suddenly everyone was listening.

“So, that means we will now be sharing a classroom that only has room for twenty-two students—but no one asked if this was okay with me and I have no say in the matter so that's fine, I guess... We'll be sharing this class with another twenty-eight. I want to see at least six people per table to accommodate your new classmates a—”

Your fellow witches and wizards stood up quickly to make room at their tables, eagerly watching as a surplus of new students filed into the classroom. The classroom itself was large but there were limited chairs, like your professor explained, and no one wanted to be that person stuck with an empty table. Then again, you wouldn't mind an empty table because that meant you wouldn't have a group for future assignments and didn't have to remind your peers to do their part and then have them never do it and make you do all the fucking work anyway.

You scooted over at your table until there was room for at least two more people to sit at yours, then followed your classmates’ lead and observed the new students as they continued to come into the classroom. However, once you saw a head of brown hair and his uniform jacket’s hoodie framing his face, you straightened your back.

Maybe you wouldn't mind a table that wasn't empty if that meant Taehyung was sitting next to you.

Taehyung stopped for a moment, lips curving into a warm smile as soon as he saw you, but then was jostled forward by someone behind him. He scanned the classroom for a moment and you took that chance to face away from the front and cough into your hand to smell your breath. You muttered a quick incantation under your breath then, feeling frost nip at the tip of your tongue, as if you just chewed on ten sticks of gum. Turning towards the front again, you waved at Taehyung as if you weren't nervous at all at the idea of him sitting next to you in the same classroom as you for the first time, gesturing for him to sit with you at your table with a wave of your hand.

Just as you did, however, your eyes connected with Jimin’s, whom you hadn’t even noticed was in the same class as Taehyung. Maybe it was because he was so short that you assumed he was a fucking lost child. Jimin took your eyes locking as a green light for him to sit at your table and tried to weasel his way into the space next to you, but you reacted quickly, whispering a medium level wind spell under your breath. As soon as he placed his chair he brought in from the other classroom beside you and sat down, he was blown across the room by a powerful gust of wind. Instead of retaliating like you expected, however, he simply glared at you in silence, which you ignored.

Taehyung took that as his chance to take his place, setting his chair down beside you. He was the only one physically carrying his chair as everyone else just used shadow spells like the lazy witches and wizards they were.

As he scooted his chair in, he pulled back his hood and grinned at you. You smiled back, so ecstatic that this was happening. What were the odds that the only classroom that exploded happened to be Taehyung's class? What were the odds that it happened to be your class he joined for the time being? You weren't sure how he was in a spell casting class to begin with, seeing as he was a human without magic, but you weren't about to complain.

Not to your surprise, your table was completely empty. If your classmates would rather sit on the grimy tiled floor than sit next to a human, then you hoped a dragon flea dug through the dirt to crawl up their ass and hospitalize them for the rest of the semester. You would never understand what it was about Taehyung that people hated. Taehyung was so bright and so funny and so charming. They didn't even want to get to know him.

More for me, you thought to yourself.

“Everyone settled in?” your professor asked, his eyes falling on your empty table, save for you and Taehyung. He sighed to himself then, just as annoyed as you by your classmates. “Then take out your textbooks, please.”

“Shit,” Taehyung mumbled under his breath and you looked over at him.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What? What’s wrong?”

“My— My textbook,” he answered. “It’s back in our old classroom.”

“Th-That’s okay! We can share mine if you want.”

You slid over your textbook, pointing to the page you were on. Taehyung smiled and thanked you under his breath.

The class droned on, your professor going into detail about the spell you would be practicing. It was some sort of a bewitching charm but you weren’t paying attention due to the fact that you were sitting next to the most beautiful boy in your entire school. He wasn’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, just chewing on the cap of his pen and jotting down quick notes. You’d never shared a class so you were captivated by him in a classroom setting.

“I’m going to project the incantation on the wall,” your professor announced, surveying the class for anyone asleep. “Read it very carefully and if there is an explosion of any kind, I'm going to be very unhappy.”

The classroom got eerily quiet at that, remembering what happened last time.

When the chatter resumed and your professor began to walk around the class to answer questions, you squinted as you attempted to read what it said. Something about a tongue and— Whatever that translated to.

“Taehyung,” you began, “can you read that at all? I can do the incantation if you tell me what it says."

He nodded, jotting down the incantation for the charm onto a scrap of notebook paper, then slid it over to you to read aloud. You had to stifle a laugh at his handwriting because it was just like him—in all capital letters while at the same time completely neat and legible. The spell was supposed to be casted on your partner and then vice versa, except you knew Taehyung wouldn’t be able to cast it back to you. Closing your eyes, you concentrated, channeling all your energy and opening one eye every few seconds to read what he wrote on the piece of paper.

“I frui magnus cornu decer—”

Just then, a giant cloud of floral-smelling smoke surrounded the two of you from the tips of your fingers. Taehyung coughed out instantly, clearing away some of the smoke with one of his hands as you both struggled to suck in a lungful of air. Your eyes locked through the clearing smoke and something changed in that moment. It was small—barely noticeable and almost subtle—but you felt it, like a shift in the atmosphere that you couldn't recognize.

“Taehyung,” you breathed out, “are you—”

“What the hell happened over here?” your professor asked as he approached the two of you, recoiling at the smell from the smoke, both like hydrangeas and brimstone. “This was a simple charm. Didn't you read the incantation?”

Taehyung looked at you for a moment, both from not being able to tear his eyes off of you for some reason and looking to you for what to say, then returned his gaze to your professor with his hands on his hips. “We were—”

He raised his hand then to silence him. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to know.” Looking to the rest of your class, whom had stopped their own spell casting to stare at you two, he let out a sigh. “Class is dismissed."

You vaguely remembered nodding, packing up your things and stuffing your textbook into your bag in a daze. Taehyung was in a similar state as he followed you out the door and into the main hallway. As the two of you went to part ways, with you going to the fourth floor where your dormitory was located and him elsewhere, you paused.

“I’m just gonna—” He gestured over his shoulder down the end of the hallway in the opposite direction of where you were heading. When his eyes connected with yours again, his sentence cut off. “—go... this way...”

“Yeah,” you replied, awkwardly. “M-Me too. I mean, I’m going this way.” You paused to point in the opposite direction towards one of the vine-operating elevators. “And you’re going th-that way.”

He nodded, robotic-like. As he made his way down the hallway, you were left with your own thoughts—thoughts that usually were quieter but had somehow started to scream into the void as he disappeared from view.

The air in the hallway was clear—easy to breathe in—but somehow you had a hard time taking in each breath; it was like swallowing nails. It wasn’t painful but it required more effort, required you to consciously think about each breath. You didn’t know what happened and what spell you’d casted instead of the one your professor instructed you to, but you knew it was of the same classification—it was some sort of bewitching charm.

For some reason, you felt like you needed Taehyung around to breathe properly but you also had a harder time breathing with him around. It was a confusing feeling, to say the least. Not only that, but his smell was so alluring out of nowhere. Not that he never smelled good before but you could still smell him after he left—like mint leaves and how the world smelled to you after being in a small classroom for an hour and finally breathing in fresh air.

Swallowing thickly, you quietly walked down the hall, hoping the spell you casted would wear off by tomorrow.

Your eyes snapped open at the feeling of warm breath against the back of your neck. A single hand was wrapped around your stomach—softly, not hard enough in its grip to bruise the skin there. You attempted to look over your shoulder but then quickly returned your gaze to your bare dorm room wall when the hand smoothing over your pajama top slipped underneath the fabric and skimmed the expanse of your skin there. A shiver ran down your spine, gasping from the back of your throat as the hand kept sliding higher and higher until a single finger pressed against the wiring of your bra, tapping almost feather-like against it. You could hear him lightly snoring behind you, the steady rhythm from his heartbeat almost enough to lull you back to sleep—until he maneuvered his hand so it was grasping one of your bra-clad breasts and squeezed gently, causing you to fidget and squirm against him.

"Taehyung," you hissed, eyes wide.

The palm over your breast simply laid flat over the cotton material of your bra, not moving an inch. You blinked, sluggishly trying to process what just happened. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you glanced over your shoulder at the sight of him sound asleep, his face buried into the back of your neck. Wide awake, your own hand reached underneath your shirt to find his and slowly pull it away from you so you could go back to sleep already, chalking it up as him just groping you in his sleep again—it was so hard to tell if he was awake or not sometimes.

Just as his fingers brushed past your plaid pajama shorts, his forefinger tugged on the band, letting go so that it snapped against your skin lightly. Peering over your shoulder again, you saw one of his eyes blink open.

"You're awake," you noted, panting slightly.

"I am now."

His palm pressed into your mattress when he leaned over you. Blinking up at him over your shoulder, your eyes connected as you felt the fingers tugging at the band of your pajama shorts slip past them, finding your underwear and cupping you gently under the fabric. You couldn't breathe—couldn't even think properly—as his middle finger stroked at your entrance, coating the tip of it in your juices. Steadily, he added in his index finger and each felt at your walls, his short fingernails scraping against them and sending a sparking sensation straight into your core. Taehyung watched as your head fell against the junction of his neck, grinning when your eyes fluttered closed. Blindly searching for something to hold onto, your nails scraped against the smooth skin of his arm, your hand grasping onto the taut muscle of his bicep—the very bicep connected to the hand currently pleasuring you.

"Feel good?"

Instead of answering, you just shot him a playful smile. He knew exactly what he was doing but you weren't complaining—not one bit. Rolling onto your back, he readjusted himself so he was hovering over you, pulling his hand out of your pants inch by agonizing inch. His fingers trailed past your inner thighs on the way out, leaving evidence of your arousal on the skin there. You wiggled your hips, reaching down to pull your shorts past them.

"Why are you awake, huh?" he asked, leaning in closer until his lips were ghosting over yours.

When your shorts hung around your ankles, you kicked them off into the corner, your fan blowing directly onto your inner thighs and sending a chilling sensation from the wetness he wiped on your thighs. You settled your head into the center of your fluffy pillow, biting your lip as he waited for you to respond, his gaze flickering across your face.

"Because of your wandering hands."

"My wandering hands?"

You nodded. "Yeah. You were touching me in your sleep again."

"Where?" he rasped out, glancing at his hand rubbing circles into the skin of your elbow.

You poked at your chest, too embarrassed to have him watch you palm one of your breasts.

"You're embarrassed, right?" he asked, watching as your breasts jiggled slightly with each poke against your chest, your pinky finger brushing against your shirt there. "I touched you—" He bit gently into his lip then. "—here?"

His big hand completely encased your breast as he palmed you again, albeit consciously this time.

"Y-Yes," you managed to say. "Right there."

He gave you a squeeze, watching as a soft gasp escaped you and your hand poking at your chest dropped to fist the sheets at your side. Tugging the hem of your shirt upwards, you raised your arms so he could fling it behind him to land somewhere near your shorts. Then he pulled at the straps of your bra, dragging them down your shoulders, then easily moved the cups out of the way and saw your hardened nipples—both hard from the fan on your night stand and his watchful gaze. He tweaked one of them between his thumb and forefinger, never taking his eyes off of you. He knew where to touch you and how hard you liked it; he knew exactly what you liked like he knew his own cock. You squirmed then, one of your feet sliding across your covers at the end of the bed as you angled your leg.

Cracking your eyes open, you barely had time to look at the pleased expression on his face before his lips inched towards your own and finally closed the distance. You softly moaned into his mouth, lips parting slightly. His tongue licked across the seam of your lips, pausing to peck one corner before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your hands raised from their place at your sides to cup his cheeks, smiling into the kiss. He happily returned your smile, pulling away briefly to laugh softly before he came swooping back down, asking silently for entrance again with his tongue. His tongue swirled around your own and your noses brushed against each other as your heads tilted to the side to deepen the kiss further. When the kiss began to heat up, one of his arms reached behind you to sit—in his lap almost—sliding his hand up your unclasp your bra expertly. After undoing all of the clasps, it hung over your breasts loosely, the straps its only anchor to them before slowly sliding down your arms and into your lap.

His arm raised to grasp the back of your neck then, pulling away so you could remove your top completely and fling your bra into the same corner as your shorts. Not even a second later, he came back to reconnect your lips, gasping into your mouth as he tried to breathe through his nose and lick at the insides of your cheeks. Your nails dug into the base of his scalp, panting and groaning as his steadily hardening cock pressed against you over the thin material of your underwear. He felt so long and you were so wet that you knew he would slide right in.

Then he pulled away again, your room filling with the sound of your heavy breathing as his breath fanned across your cheeks and yours fanned into his neck. Inch by inch, his lips trailed past your lips, leaving pecks and soft licks on his way down to your chest, stopping to suck a nipple into his mouth and bite gently. Your hands cradled him there, you moaning out softly about how good his lips felt on your bare skin. That only spurred him on and he descended further down and past your stomach. As soon as his fingers tugged at the tight band of your underwear, he nudged you until you fell onto your back again, your hair messily framing your face and awaiting his touch. Your head pressed more into your pillow, closing your eyes in pure bliss as you felt him touch your inner thighs, his warm breath against your scalding core causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together and fidget impatiently.

He pried your legs apart, running a single finger from the base of your cunt all the way to your clit, amazed at how wet you were already. Unlike the wizards you'd fucked before, Taehyung wasn't the type to make you beg. If he knew what you wanted, he wasn't about to make you ask for it to boost his own ego; he just went in head first—quite literally and figuratively. Nothing was hotter to him than doing everything he fucking could with his fingertips and tip of his tongue to make you come apart on his mouth—loudly and without a care in the world who heard.

You jolted when he suddenly flicked at your clit, looking up at you with a knowing grin. As soon as his tongue licked a clean stripe up your outer lips and dipped past them, your legs quivered and you moaned out loudly, unable to stop yourself. He pulled back—startled—but then grinned at you again before diving back in, lapping and licking frantically at the juices that had accumulated at the base of your entrance. Then he alternated between sucking your clit gently between his lips, swirling his tongue around it, and simply licking at your entrance. Taehyung blindly grabbed at the back of your legs, dragging your body down your bed until the backs of your thighs settled against his broad shoulders. You raised yourself onto your elbows to watch him through the darkness of your room—the only source of light your bedside lamp—but found yourself losing your strength as he continued to suck your clit.

You felt like you were going to start crying because of how good it felt, eyes rolling into the back of your head as spike after spike of pleasure shot into the pit of your stomach. Your legs instantly flew off his shoulders and into the air at an especially precise lick from the tip of his tongue, your heels settling against his back as he kept up that same rhythm after listening to your sobs. Clenching your walls, you concentrated on the feeling of his nose continuously brushing against your clit. Taehyung only came up momentarily to take in a quick breath before descending and plunging his tongue back inside of you, as if he was getting off on fucking you with his tongue.

"T-Taehyung," you stuttered out, gasping for air. "Wait, wait— I want to cum with you."

He slowly pulled away, your juices decorating his chin and lips. "Right now?"

You nodded, your legs unwrapping around his waist. "Can I?"

Taehyung stood up, pushing himself off the wooden floor from kneeling. You watched him carefully, crawling backwards until he followed after you, hovering over your lips as his legs settled on either side of your own. You could smell yourself on him easily but he didn't kiss you. Just as he said your name with a smile, lust clouding over his eyes, goosebumps formed on your skin and his hands skimmed past your arms to reach for your cheeks. Tilting your head to the side, he leaned down and kissed you, the hair on your arms sticking straight up from the pure—

Your eyes snapped open, the darkness of your dorm room making it difficult to come back down from the intense sex dream you just had about Taehyung. It felt so real, like he was still in the room with you—as if he just went to the bathroom to take a piss and would be back to fuck your brains out momentarily. But as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you sighed to yourself, the unpleasant feeling of wetness between your thighs evident.

It was just a reminder you didn't have a certain brown-haired third year to bring you to your peak.

You sat up then, blinking groggily. You’d had dreams about Taehyung before but nothing that graphic. It was like it wasn't even a dream—you could feel every lick of his tongue and every touch from the tip of his finger. Settling yourself back into your bed and pulling your covers up to your chin, your eyes closed—until you heard groaning.

Sitting straight up again, your covers fell into your lap as you glanced at the door curiously. There wasn't someone having sex in their dorm room, right? Maybe you were still hearing things from your dream and it was just a part of your imagination. With that thought in mind, you slowly lowered yourself back into bed, slightly unsettled. You really hoped that was the case because boys weren't allowed in the girls' dormitory after curfew—and if they snuck in and were caught, the punishment would be ghastly for everyone involved. It was unethical but for something this serious, your professors would go to all lengths to figure out who it was, even using truth spells.

At the thought of being put through the same painful process you were put through last time, you wondered if you should say something. Maybe call one of your professors at this ungodly hour just to let them know you heard something so you wouldn't get in trouble like you did the last time you tried to fucking protect someone.

It probably didn't seem like it but being expelled from school was one of the more lenient punishments.

The more you listened, the more you realized it actually wasn't coming from anywhere. You definitely heard it but it was almost like the sound was muted—like you could hear it somehow even from far, far away. Listening more closely, you noted there was an echo to it almost as the same groans and grunts flew in one ear and out the other.

“Yeah, just like that,” you heard and your breathing stopped for a moment.

That sounded fucking exactly like Taehyung.

Was he— You paused in your thoughts, not wanting to finish that question. Just the idea of Taehyung having sex with anyone that wasn't you made you feel sick to your stomach. Of course, he wasn't your boyfriend and you didn't own him. He could have sex with whoever he wanted to. That was fine, but it also wasn't because it was unsettling—unsettling to think that he could be interested in and having sex with someone that wasn't you.

Ever since one of the third years was caught and promptly expelled for sneaking into the girls' dorm last year, your professors had upped the security with high level bewitching charms and alarm spells. No one could be that stupid. Everyone knew that it wasn't worth it for just one good fuck—everyone. But maybe Taehyung was the exception.

Then again, he was living proof that he was the exception to everything.

You pursed your lips, trying to cancel out the lustful sounds that floated through your eardrums. Letting out a groan of your own—albeit not the sexual kind—your head fell into your pillow, then pulled it from under the back of your head to use as a shield from the continuous noises of pleasure. Strangely enough, you didn't hear the girl he was fucking—just him. Maybe if you just told them both to kindly fuck off you could finally go back to sleep.

Pulling back your covers, you stomped towards your closed door, flinging it open but not violently enough that it slammed against your wall and woke every witch in the vicinity. As you took a step into the empty hallway, you listened closely for the sound of a penis ramming its way into some vagina somewhere nearby—but nothing.

Your hand gripped onto your door frame, confused by the sudden silence.

But then you heard it again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

At that, you felt your hand returning to your side and walked back into your room in a lust-filled daze. Your legs shook slightly on your way back to your bed that you nearly lost your balance. You didn’t even have to look to know your panties were drenched. Was it the dream that caused you to feel so horny this late at night?

No. It was Taehyung's voice as the same curses he rasped out repeated themselves over and over in your head.

Sitting down on your mattress, you glanced up to see your door was still open and quickly went to shut it. Your thighs pressed against each other as soon as you sat back down, clenching your walls almost unconsciously. Whether he was having sex or masturbating, his voice was doing something to you; Taehyung wasn't even touching you and it felt so good. How was that possible? Without thinking about what you were doing, the light touch of your fingertips alerted you that your hand had slipped past your shorts, straight to touching your drenched panties clinging to your pajama bottoms from the wetness seeping out of you like a faucet.

It was like you couldn't control your own fingers as they trailed past the tops of your thighs and straight towards your core. You didn't have a roommate unlike most of the other witches in your dorm, so masturbation was almost every few days, especially after waking up from a particularly hot dream about Taehyung. But this time, it was like you didn't even need to touch yourself to bring yourself to your orgasm—just think about him stroking his cock or pounding his dick into someone else. Before you knew it, your back fell against your covers and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you took two fingers and thrusted them inside of you, not giving yourself time to adjust to the sudden intrusion. You let out a quiet whimper, eyebrows furrowing at how good it felt to be filled.

Your thumb then began to circle your clit at the same speed, causing your back to lift off the bed as the pleasure took over and made you unable to think about anything else but cumming. Your lips parted, as if you wanted to scream or sob into your sheets at the feeling, but nothing came out. Fingers surely dripping with your own juices by now, you replaced your thumb and used each finger to stimulate alternating sides of your clit, the wetness making it easy for you to circle around it but at an agonizingly slow pace out of almost nowhere.

You could only wish that it was Taehyung's fingers fucking into you and rubbing at your clit instead.

“T-Taehyung,” you moaned softly to yourself, trying to quicken your pace but you just couldn't.

Your room was silent, save for your heavy breathing and the soft sound of your fan going. The groans had quieted, wherever they were coming from, but now it was eerily quiet from their end. Were they finished now and—

“Who’s there?”

The sudden question startled you, causing your fingers to pause and rest against your abused clit. It really sounded like an echo, as if they were somewhere but not somewhere nearby. But how was this possible? How could you hear him so loudly and so blaringly if he wasn't in your dorm fucking some girl or at least somewhere nearby?

“H-Hello?” you called out timidly, sitting up and taking your hand out of your shorts.

You heard nothing back but continued to listen regardless, the silence unnerving. About to ask again, you opened and closed your mouth nervously. Just as you got the courage, though, he said your name, as if he wasn't sure.

“Y-Yes, it’s me,” you replied.

“Where are you right now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m in my— I'm in my bed. I-In my room."

The conversation came to a stop, both of you confused by what was happening.

"Where are you?” you asked after a solid ten seconds of silence.

“That’s fucking weird,” Taehyung said. “I’m in my bed, too.”

“Were you—” you started to say, laughing awkwardly, then continued, "Were you— you know...”

He snorted. “Yeah. Were you—you know... too?”

You felt your cheeks ignite at that, crowding yourself against the wall beside your bed and bringing your knees to your chest. It was like he was in the room with you—except late at night and with his hands down his pants.

“M-Maybe,” you said with a shy smile, as if he could fucking see you.

“This is so fucking weird," he said again in awe. “What the hell is going on?"

“I don’t know," you answered. "You sound like you're actually here."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Like an echo or something."

It was silent again before you cleared your throat.

“I should pr-probably let you get back to it.”

Your fingers anxiously tapped on the tops of your knees. If you could hear him and he could hear you, that meant he could hear you moaning and that wasn't something you wanted to think about.

“I mean... I can’t really get off now knowing you can hear me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why not? Just pretend I’m not even here.”

He laughed, the sound melodious to your ears. “But you are here.”

“Yes, but pretend I am not," you said back.

You swallowed thickly, thinking the sudden silence was him reaching for his dick, but then he said quietly, “Maybe we could both get off at the same time. I'm hard as a fucking rock and can't go back to sleep like this.”

"Okay," you easily agreed, your vagina doing the talking. "Do we just—"

"Yeah. Let's just— Maybe we could just—"

“Yeah," you said. "Do you want me to—"

"Mmm," he hummed. "You're not even here, remember?"

It was silent again, but this time it wasn't out of awkwardness. Exhaling shakily, your fingers trailed past your stomach and into your shorts again. You settled yourself against the wall, grabbing your pillow with your other hand so you could lean into the wall more comfortably. Just like before, you started a fast pace almost immediately, pumping two fingers in and out of your scalding core, as if Taehyung really wasn't there.

You were surprised at how easily you could forget about his presence, except for the fact that you could hear him panting and moaning to himself. It didn't even occur to you that Taehyung would be so vocal but you liked it.

As soon as you were getting used to the rhythm, it slowed down again and you sighed.

Although Taehyung was focused on his own pleasure, he slowed down, too. "What's wrong?"

"Oh." You let out an embarrassed laugh. "It's just— I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like— It's like every time I feel myself about to cum, my fingers— Like they have a mind of their own or something and—"

Your fingers slowed their pace entirely inside of you and you groaned in frustration.

"Wait a second," Taehyung started to say. "Tell me what's happening."

Although the idea of telling him what you were doing was beyond embarrassing, you relented. Your fingers began to thrust into you again at a significantly faster pace and your head fell against the wall with a loud thud. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence because it felt that good—only moans escaping your mouth.

Taehyung called your name, bringing you back down to earth a few seconds later. "What's going on?"

"It's okay," you breathed out. "I don't know what's wrong. Maybe they just cramped up or something."

"No," he said and your pace slowed again. "Did it slow down again?"

You whined pathetically for a moment. "Yes. I just want to cu—"

Your fingers plunged back inside at a frantic pace, leaving you to only gasp for air. Head thrashing from side to side, you tried to keep your moans and cries to a minimum, knowing Taehyung could hear you—although, maybe he wanted to hear you. Maybe he wanted to hear you so he could get off faster. At that thought, moan after moan came slipping out of you as your fingers continued to pump inside you faster and faster, one of your knuckles brushing against your clit with just the right amount of stimulation. Taehyung was surprisingly quiet until—

"Is that fast enough?"

Your thumb then brushed against your clit again, your other hand unclenching around your covers to grasp at one of your clothed breasts. You had no idea what was going on but you'd never felt so turned on in your life.

"Wh-What's happenin— Fuck..." You panted, trying to take in a lungful of air. "Taehyung, are you—"

"I don't know how but—" The pace slowed, giving you a chance to breathe. "—it's like we're in sync."

"You mean... Whatever you do to your dick is what happens to me?"

He nodded, then realized you couldn't see him. "Yeah."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go fucking faster."

"Now, is that how you ask nicely?"

"Please go faster," you added.

Not even a second later and the pace resumed. You were surprised that you were still holding on and not making a fucking mess in your underwear but you weren't about to complain. The feeling before you orgasmed was always the best and you knew that this would be the hardest you'd ever cum; you weren't about to waste it.

"It's like I'm right there, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes," you managed to say, sweat dripping past your brow.

He snorted at your lack of response. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine," you said back. "How about yourself?"

The conversation came to a stop for a few moments, the sound of slapping skin from his end sounding like an alarm going off as you softly willed yourself to breathe through your nose. It was a good thing your fan was going because in such a small room, it was easy for you to start sweating—even through the thin material of your shirt.

He exhaled, groaning. "J-Just fine... I have to say this is—shit—the biggest boner I've ever had."

"M-Me too. I mean—" You cut yourself off to recover. "I just mean I'm really turned on right now."

"Yeah?" he asked. "How wet are you? I wish I was there so I could actually touch you. Unless you don't—"

"I want you to," you quickly added. "God, Taehyung... I want you to so fucking badly." You licked the seam of your lips nervously. "I thought— Before— I thought you were actually here and you were fucking someone."

He laughed. "Nah. We both know no girl at this school would let me come anywhere near them."

"I would," you mumbled to yourself, but he heard you loud and clear. "I have dreams about you, you know. I had one tonight actually and that's why I'm so— Or maybe if we're in sync like you said, maybe I was just—"

The pace slowed again, but you didn't complain. In fact, you saw it as a good thing because here you were having a conversation with Kim Taehyung that lasted longer than sixty seconds—and you were being honest with yourself.

"I had a dream about you, too."

"Wh-What was it? What happened?"

"I was in your bed—with you." He paused to swallow thickly. "I don't even know what your room looks like but it felt so real—like I'd been there a thousand times. I've never even been in the girls' dormitory but it was so real."

"That's the same dream I had," you muttered. "You were fingering me and then you— you ate me out."

"And then what? What happened after that?"

"Then I woke up."

He sighed. "Me too."

After a brief pause, he asked, "Are you lying down?"

"No. I'm against the wall," you replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Lie down for me." You heard him moving around briefly. "Please."

Doing as he said, you pulled yourself away from the wall and brought the pillow you placed behind your back beneath your head, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Your clit throbbed while you did—torturously.

"I want you to fuck yourself against your pillow, all right?"

Merlinus fucking Caledonesis, you thought to yourself. You were actually going to die because you knew where he was going with this and couldn't even control yourself as you sat up quickly, readjusting your pillow so it was nestled between your inner thighs. While you were at it, you pulled at your underwear until you were naked completely from the waist down. Your thighs squeezed together then as you waited for him to continue.

“Are you touching your dick right now?”

“I mean... I kind of have to for this.”

You laughed to yourself, smiling.

“You got your pillow?"

"Yeah. What do you—"

He groaned and you heard him quickly stroke down the length of his cock. As your thighs fidgeted, the zipper side of your pillow pressed directly into your bare cunt and a cold shiver ran down your spine at the feeling.

"Let's just cum as fast as we can so we can go to fucking sleep."

"Don't sound so excited about it, Taehyung."

He laughed. "I'm fucking ecstatic. I am but—"

"I know," you said with a giggle. "I was just kidding."

"Fuck," he groaned out. "Do you know long I've wanted this?"

You started to squeeze your thighs together as the pillow pressed tightly into you, then rolled over onto your stomach and slowly began to grind into it, raising your hips every few seconds to brush the zipper against your clit.

"M-Me too. How close are you?"

"So fucking close. Just hold on."

You nodded, continuing to grind into the pillow.

"I'm so turned on, Taehyung. I don't know if one orgasm will be enough."

"Jesus..." he muttered to himself. "You are so fucking hot right now."

"I know this is probably because of that charm but—" You let out a high-pitched moan as the feeling of ecstasy and pure bliss began to expand in the pit of your stomach. "God, not yet. I don't want to cum yet. It feels so good."

"Cum for me," he breathed out shakily. "And then cum again and again and fucking again like I know you can."

You whimpered, reaching under your stomach to grip onto the pillow and drag it back and forth so the zipper continuously brushed against your clit, completely coated in your wetness by now. Clenching your walls every second, you knew you were so close. All it took was for him to get there and you would be right fucking there.

"Taehyung," you moaned out. "Taehyung. Are you going to cum? I don't want to cum without you."

"Holy shit," he gasped, increasing the speed of his strokes. "Keep fucking talking."

"But I was finished."

"Oh."

You laughed to yourself again, wishing for nothing more for him to be in your bed with you.

“Then I’ll talk,” he said suddenly. “I'm so fucking hard right now. Fuck— I feel like I'm going to die."

"Me too." Your thighs frantically squeezed around the pillow. "I'm so wet, Taehyung."

Taehyung probably had more to say but he was so close to the edge he couldn't even speak. Spurts of cum came from the tip of his dick and onto his stomach just as you came all over the edge of your pillow, gasping for air.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck—”

You breathed out, smiling to yourself. Pulling your pillow away from your throbbing core, you quickly unzipped the cover and threw it into a laundry basket, grabbing another pillow at your feet to place behind your head.

"Taehyung?" you called, but heard nothing.

“Did you want to—”

“Taehyung?" Sitting up, you strained your ears. "I can barely hear you."

"I'm—" you heard before he completely cut off, his end completely silent.

It was unnerving to hear his voice for the past twenty minutes and for it to suddenly stop, but you just hoped he was okay. You'd see him in class tomorrow anyway; though, you were anticipating what you'd say to each other.

After all, what could you even say to the person who just heard you fuck yourself into a pillow?

Taehyung had been making walrus noises for the past ten minutes.

“Taehyung,” you said with a giggle. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

After the incident in your incantation class yesterday, your professor decided today would be a study period and took you all to the library. For the most part, he didn't really care who you sat with or if you even studied, so Taehyung made sure to sit with you at your table—even knowing Jimin was glaring at the back of his head.

He decided that he wanted to play with your mind link—which was what Taehyung started calling it for shits and giggles—and found that even if you were together in the physical sense, you could still hear him in your mind.

"So, it really was the spell," he mumbled, almost to himself.

Although Taehyung decided this period was not a study period, you thought otherwise and had immediately made a bee-line for the section of the library with old spellbooks and papyruses, carrying as many dusty books to your table as you could in an effort to figure out what spell you'd casted on the two of you—and how to make it stop.

"Seems like it," you replied, flipping through the old, torn pages of one spellbook at the top of the pile. "I can't find anything about it. What was it again—the incantation? Do you still have that piece of paper from class?"

He nodded, pulling his bag onto the table to search through his notebook. Pulling it from one of the pockets inside, he handed it to you gingerly, careful not to touch you for too long. The spell seemed to be very finicky and after last night, he didn't want to go through that ever again. Boners were cool, but not at such a fucking extreme level; it was like he couldn't concentrate on anything else until he came. The spell had to be some sort of charm, some sort of love spell—except sexual. Love and sex came hand in hand in the world of magic, though, and everyone knew that love spells were impossible to break once the charm was in place. Taehyung knew that it was the fucking same with whatever sexual charm you casted—and it was his fault that you casted the wrong spell.

He was the one who wrote it down wrong, after all.

After one of the librarians shot you an icy look from the front desk, you sunk lower into your seat as you repeated the incantation written on the piece of paper over and over again in your head. Glancing at some of the staff stacking books in the shelves and continuing to peer at you from over the tops of books near the front, you groaned quietly to yourself. Somehow you knew—deep down—that the two of you were stuck like this.

It wasn't exactly bad because you had a good time last night but you didn't want anyone to find out.

"Taehyung," you whispered at him from across the table. "What do we do if I can't find anything?"

"Maybe— Maybe we just need to get it out of our system or something?"

You hesitated to ask but did anyway, "What do you mean?"

Looking around the library, as if someone could hear your whispering, you turned your attention back to Taehyung, gulping at the sight of him leaning forward and pressing his toned arms into the carved mahogany table. Your gaze landed on one particularly bulging vein that trailed from the middle of his arm and disappeared under his uniform blazer. He was saying something but you just couldn't concentrate and knew it had to be the spell.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Maybe we just... go somewhere and... you know..."

You didn't know if it was him or the spell talking, but suddenly that seemed like a good fucking idea. Standing up, you slammed your hands on the table, the pile of spellbooks wobbling slightly. Some of your classmates glanced over at you in surprise and you awkwardly whispered out a feeble apology. After they went back to what they were doing—either homework or quietly practicing incantations—you gestured for Taehyung to follow you.

Clasping your hands in front of you, you anxiously peered around corners as Taehyung followed you through the long, hypnotizing aisles of magic texts and spellbooks. You wanted to make sure no one else was around.

Just to be careful, you muttered a silencing spell under your breath so that even if the two of you were yelling, no one would hear you—at least until it wore off because it had a time limit like most lower level spells. Glancing down the aisles once more, you interlocked your fingers and dragged him until his back was pressed against the end of the aisle, giving you a good view of the rest of the library and if anyone came looking for the two of you.

"Taehyung," you began and he waited patiently, "I want to suck your dick right now."

"Wha— Are you serious? We could get fucking expelled if someone catches us."

You liked how his concern wasn't the fact that you wanted to suck him off but if you were caught.

"We won't," you told him confidently. "I just really need something in my mouth right now."

"Go get a dragon fruit from the fucking cafeteria then? Jesus—we could get in so much trouble."

It had to be the spell—it had to be. You liked Taehyung and would gladly suck him off but not in the fucking library. And you didn't want just anything in your mouth, though; you wanted Taehyung's hard cock down your throat.

"Please?" You blinked up at him in a pout, hoping he would agree to it. "Pretty please?"

He rolled his eyes but laughed to himself. "All right, all right. Get on your knees."

You complied immediately, sitting yourself on the back of your calves while he fumbled with his belt and slowly unzipped his uniform pants. Hesitating, he looked over his shoulder and down the aisle to see if it was clear.

"Just hurry up," you said anxiously. "I casted a silencing spell so we're fine—for now. The faster we do this, the more likely it is we won't get caught. So just take out your dick already so I can put it in my mouth."

His head fell into the shelf behind him. "You're so sexy when you're horny."

Impatiently, your hands pulled at his pants, tugging them down until they were around his ankles. You reached inside his boxers then and began to lightly stroke his dick as soon as it was freed from the confines of his underwear. Although the mind link wasn't as apparent since you were together, his dick was still hard.

You knew he wanted you to suck his dick as much as you wanted to.

Getting used to the length of his cock, you quickly kissed the tip, licking the underside of his shaft before encasing him completely in your mouth. He nestled between your lips comfortably for a moment and you swallowed as much of him as you possibly could before you started a slow pace. One of your hands rested against the base, stroking up and down in a tight fist in combination with your head bobbing on his dick. He exhaled shakily, his fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair and you whimpered but didn't tell him to let go—it kept you anchored there and you would be lying if you said you didn't like the feeling. Your own fingers splayed across his hips as you continued, quickening your pace as your other hand became a blurred movement up and down his cock.

"Shit," he groaned out, mouth falling open in pleasure. "You're so good at this—fuck."

As soon as he said that, you watched him through half-lidded eyes after simply having them closed to concentrate purely on the vulgar sound of his cock thrusting in and out of your mouth. The hand stroking his shaft then trailed down to his balls, touching them lightly to see if he liked that at all. At the sound of a low whine, you knew he did.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, you pulled him out of your mouth and went back to stroking him, spreading your saliva at the tip of his cock down his shaft for better lubrication. You peered down the aisle and saw someone was just looking for a spellbook, finding it easily and walking to the front desk to check it out. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you went to put him back in your mouth before he stopped you, tugging your head back by your hair.

"Wait, wait, wait," he said with a gasp, then slid down the wall so he was sitting with his legs at your sides. "Let's just slow down for a second, all right?" As you did what he said and sat against the back of your calves again with a pout, he exhaled and closed his eyes, settling the back of his head against the shelf. "Can I kiss you right now?"

"Why would you want to do that?" you asked, confused.

"Because I like you," he said with a soft smile.

You felt tears brim in your eyes, choking on air as you smiled. Taehyung's hands gently found your waist, then yanked you to sit on his lap. Just before you pressed your whole weight on him, he pulled his dick out from under you and it settled between the two of you as you continued to smile at each other. He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the room—like he didn't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else but you.

"I like you, too," you whispered.

He tucked his dick back into his boxers then so he could pull you closer—so much closer that your breasts hidden underneath your blazer pressed into his chest. Your hands trailed past his biceps before settling on his broad shoulders, feeling his grip on your waist tighten, and then he closed the distance between your lips.

"I know you were getting into it," he mumbled into your mouth after pulling away for a brief second, "but I don't want you to do this because of the spell or whatever this is. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"But I wanted to. That's not how bewitching charms work anyway."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you know how love spells work?" you asked, sitting on the tops of his thighs. "They're bewitching charms and they can only work if the feeling is already there. It wouldn't have worked if it was anyone but you, Taehyung."

He swallowed thickly. "I thought you said you didn't know anything about it."

"I just know about love spells generally and it's obvious this is a love spell."

"So," he began, "if you casted this on Jimin instead of me—"

"It wouldn't have worked on me, just him."

His head tilted to the side, grinning to himself.

"That's such a fucking relief," he mumbled. "I thought you two—"

"Never." You shook your head and recoiled in disgust. "Just you."

"Why?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing. "Why do you like me so much?"

Your fingers drifted past the junction of his neck until your forefinger circled one of the buttons on his blazer absentmindedly. "Because you're so kind and so warm. You don't need magic; I don't care about that. You're easy on the eyes, too, so that helps." He let out a loud laugh at that. "I don't care if you're a human. I just want you."

"God," he mumbled to himself. "Why did it have to take a spell for something to happen between us?"

You shrugged but didn't disagree. "I don't know but can I go back to sucking your dick now?"

"If you really want to that badly," he answered with a playful roll of his eyes.

Without waiting any longer, you reached into his boxers to pull his cock out again and immediately sunk down on him, your knees digging into the marble floor of the library. You crawled backwards slightly to give yourself more room and situated yourself between his legs as you bobbed your head on him at a fast pace right from the start.

Your nails dug into his thighs and you grunted as you tried to pull him as far back as you could, choking on his cock for a second when he brushed against your gag reflex. His teeth bit into his lower lip, trying to conceal his sounds but not succeeding entirely when you continued to bob your head on him quickly, moaning out unashamed.

Taehyung could barely keep his eyes open but couldn't resist the urge to peek down the aisle to check if it was still clear. To his horror, he made direct eye contact with Jimin at one of the tables from somewhat far away. Immediately, he ducked his head out of view, then looked again a few seconds later.

Jimin was still staring, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"I think Jimin's coming this way," he said quickly, trying to pull you off of him. "Come on. We gotta go."

"No," you said after you pulled your mouth away from him. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

"He's going to fucking catch us. Pull your head out of my asshole and let's just go."

"Please," you begged, fisting his cock with fast strokes. "He's not going to."

Taehyung peered down the aisle again and watched as Jimin stood up, looking as if he was going to come directly towards you. He yelled out in frustration but gave in, nodding. Instead of placing him in your mouth again, you just stroked him up and down quickly, then leaned in to kiss him. He gasped into your mouth but didn't pull away, groaning and granting you entrance with your tongue. While you continued stroking him, you didn't catch his fingers trailing past your arm to cup you over your pants, then slip inside your underwear to finger you.

"T-Taehyung," you moaned out and he grinned into the kiss.

"Shit—fuck..." He pulled away to gasp for air as you stroked him faster. "I'm gonna cum."

Your eyes widened and you immediately pulled away from the kiss, sinking down on his length to lick his shaft. A few seconds later, you noticed his thighs clenching beside you and you breathed through your nose, preparing to swallow every last drop of cum he spurted into your mouth. Taehyung could only watch as you licked it all up, not complaining about the strange taste at all. He was sad that he couldn't get you off but that could happen later.

"Okay, okay," he said, pulling you to your feet. "Let's go now."

Quickly, he tucked his cock back into his boxers as it softened, then pulled his pants past his hips and redid the buckle to fasten them. Just as you were running a hand through your hair and wiping your mouth for any leftover residue of cum, Jimin appeared around the corner and looked at the two of you suspiciously.

"What the hell are you doing back here with him?" he asked, glaring.

"Just looking for a book. It's none of your business, Jimin."

He tongued his cheek in annoyance, then the bell rang. Rolling his eyes, he spun on his heel to walk back over to his table. Taehyung watched him closely, only letting out a sigh of relief once the sound of his footsteps grew faint.

"That was fucking close," Taehyung said.

You nodded, smiling. "I know. I'm sorry."

He watched you for a moment, smile widening as he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. Just then, he reached for one of your hands, tugging you towards him so he could give you a quick kiss. "Don't be sorry."

After he pulled away, your gaze fell to the floor shyly. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

"Taehyung? Is Azura with you right now?"

It was currently thirty minutes until curfew and you couldn't find that fucking familiar of yours anywhere. If she wasn't back in the familiar dormitory in at least fifteen minutes, both of you were going to get in trouble. The mind link seemed to work in the library a few hours earlier, but you still weren't entirely sure how exactly it worked.

"Taehyung? Are you there?" you called again, anxiously sitting on your dorm bed.

"Hey. What's wrong?"

"You can hear me." You sighed in relief, happy to hear his voice. "Is Azura with you? I can't find her anywhere."

"Nah. I haven't seen her since yesterday," he said. "Is she missing or something?"

"Y-Yeah, but I'll find her. I just wanted to know if she was with you. Thanks."

"Wait—!" he suddenly yelled. "Do you want me to help you find her?"

You hesitated, your mind immediately flashing back to how you sucked his cock in the fucking library because you couldn't control yourself. And that was with people around. What the hell would you do if the two of you were alone together? You'd probably force him to nail you to the floor with his dick and fuck you for ten hours.

"Um..." you trailed off. "I don't think that's—"

"Oh." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's cool. I understand."

"Taehyung, that's not what I mean—"

"It's really okay. Don't worry about it."

"Taehyung— I just— I'm kind of scared."

There was a lull in the conversation at that.

"Scared? You think I'm going to force myself on you or something?"

"Of course not!" you exclaimed. "I'm more worried about— about you."

"Me?" he asked with a laugh. "Why would you be worried about me?"

"Because I basically forced myself on you when you didn't want me to."

"It's okay. I liked it but I just didn't want you to get in trouble."

"Just me? Wouldn't you get in trouble, too?"

He paused at that. "Well— I mean—"

Somehow, you knew what he was going to say.

"Taehyung," you started to say. "You don't need to explain yourself. I just don't know if it's a good idea for us to be alone together—at least until the spell wears off. We should probably stay away from each other actually—"

He sighed. "Well, if that's what you want to do."

You swallowed thickly. "I just— I don't want this to happen once and you never talk to me again. I would have sex with you after because then I knew you weren't just doing this because you're under the charm of some spell."

"Babe," he groaned out. "I can fucking promise the spell isn't making me like this."

"Then prove it. Meet me outside the girls' dormitory and help me find my useless familiar."

"You sure?" he asked. "All right. Then I'm on my way."

You didn't say anything after that, afraid you made a big mistake.

Not even bothering to change out of your pajamas, you locked your door behind you and briskly walked down the hallway leading to the fourth floor's main hallway. As soon as you opened the door, you were surprised to see someone was already opening it and stepped back at the sight of Taehyung without his signature hoodie.

"Hey," he said with an easy smile. "Am I too early?"

"No," you replied. "You're right on time."

It was silent as he followed you down the hallway, casting a spell on the magical escalator that would take you to the fifth floor, which was the first place you wanted to check. Azura loved the garden there and maybe she was still there. Although, maybe she was doing this just to fuck with you because she knew you had low blood sugar.

"I've never been on one of these before," Taehyung said, looking around in fascination as the two of you stood side by side on the top of the escalator. As soon as the vine-woven door closed, it started moving and he quickly grabbed onto a nearby vine acting as the railing for balance. As the fifth floor was considered the earth-based floor, the escalator there was made entirely of plants as it lowered you further down. "I just take the stairs."

You turned to look at him, smiling at him sadly. Sometimes you forgot that he didn't have magic just because he fit in so well—at least in your eyes; to everyone else, he didn't belong. There was a distant look in his eyes as the two of you neared the fifth floor but you couldn't glance away. How did he even deal with the people at this school?

Gazing down at you after a few silent moments, he said, "I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Please."

"Taehyung," you began as the two of you stepped off the escalator, "why do you go to this school? You can't be happy here—not as happy as you could be at a human school. I would miss you but seeing how they treat you— It's terrible. But that's what wizards are like—think they're better than everyone else, better than humans."

"You're not like that," he whispered, barely audible.

The two of you walked down the empty hallway, not a single person in sight. "I've never told anyone this but you've sucked my dick now so maybe I can trust you. My parents— My dad's human and my mom isn't. So, that's why I don't have magic because I'm a halfling. No one knows that, though. They just think I bought my way into this school—as if I would eat fucking tuna fish sandwiches every day if I was rich. They really don't understand anything about humans and they don't want to—that's what makes me mad." He stopped and you looked over your shoulder at him sadly. Sighing, he continued, "You're not like them and you've never been like that."

"I hate them, too," you offered with a smile.

He laughed. "I know you do. What was it you told Jimin yesterday? To fuck off? I swear, he follows you around everywhere. I'm pretty sure he would strangle me just for a chance to fuck you with that small dick of his."

"I know," you said with a loud laugh, quickly covering your mouth at the realization you weren't supposed to even be outside your dormitory at this hour. "He's always offering to walk me to my room or to class and stuff."

"I wonder if he would bust a nut if he found out you sucked my dick—whatever nuts he has left."

You laughed again and he smiled over at you as you continued to walk towards the garden.

"Azura? Are you in here?" you called just as you opened the double doors. "God, she's going to get me into so much trouble. This fucking cat— I don't want to get expelled just because she likes tuna more than me."

Taehyung placed a closed fist in front of his mouth as he laughed. "Do you have any of her hair somewhere? Because maybe you could use a locator spell to find her? Or maybe she's in the kitchen pantry again."

"Maybe I'll just go back to the dormitory and lock my door. That'll teach her to fuck with me."

"Do you want me to walk you back?" he asked, following you towards the double doors.

"If you don't mind," you shyly answered. "You never know where Park Jimin could be hiding."

Just as you reached for the handle, you glanced through the window paneling and saw the lights flicker off.

"Oh, shit," you mumbled to yourself, then casted a clockwork spell to check the time. A illuminated projection of a clockwork solider appeared on the wall next to the doors. "Shit, shit, shit! Has it really been a half an hour already? I'm so fucked if someone catches me outside my dorm, Taehyung. I can't get expelled. I can't—"

He placed his hands on your shoulders then and spun you around to face him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. I'll get you back to your room—don't worry about it. I've been out of my room after curfew more than I'd like to admit."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "You have? Why?"

His mouth opened and closed in an effort to reply. "It doesn't matter. I just know another back way to the girls' dormitory, so I'll take you there without anyone catching us, okay? You'll be fine. Just worry about Azura later."

"So many questions going unanswered," you mumbled to yourself but followed him anyway.

Slowly, he reached behind him for your hand and you laced your fingers with his, feeling your cheeks heat up. You let him drag you down the hallway in a daze, intoxicated simply by the smell of his cologne and aftershave. To your surprise, he pulled you to one of the old, crumbling lockers lining the hallway and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I thought you were taking me back to my room? Why are we opening your locker?"

"It's not my locker." He spun the combination and opened it effortlessly, then pulled the locker open to reveal it was not a locker at all and was actually a hidden doorway. "And I am taking you back to your room."

"How the—"

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

Inside—although squeezing through the locker was enough of a challenge—there was a single spiral staircase surrounded by cemented walls and flooring, littered with cobwebs.

"This will take us to the fourth floor bathroom."

You nodded mutely, looking around as he pulled you up the stairs. After ascending the stairs, you opened a door and were amazed that it led into one of the stalls in the boys' bathroom.

"You're kidding me."

He laughed at your reaction, tugging on your hand until you stopped at the door leading to the fourth floor hallway. When he saw a bright light, however, he quickly slammed his back into the wall adjacent to the door, pulling you with him to come crashing against his chest. You breathed shakily into his neck as the two of you waited for whoever was out there to walk by. But even after they left, he didn't let go, just tightened his grip.

"I thought—" You paused to nervously dart out your tongue and lick your lips. "I thought you said you were going to prove me wrong and that the spell had nothing to do with this."

"It doesn't," he rasped out. "It's just you."

His hands grasped at your hips, the fading footsteps in the hallway long forgotten. All you could see was Taehyung and all you could feel was his thumb rubbing slow circles over your pajama shirt. You closed your eyes briefly, breath catching in your throat as one of his hands drifted to your top's hem, slipping underneath to touch your bare skin, each feathery touch from his fingertips leaving behind a scalding hot trail. As his hand grazed your bra's band at your back, you reached for his other hand still at your hip to slide it under your shirt and grasp your bra-clad breast, him squeezing gently a second later. His thumb brushed against your hardening nipple then.

"Aren't I supposed to be proving something?"

"Yes," you gasped out, eyes closing again. "Keep proving it."

The hand grasping your hip pulled you into his chest then and his lips crushed against yours, tilting his head and nose brushing against your own as he quickly deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand away from his own still tweaking and pulling at your breast to hold onto the side of his neck. As your lips parted, his tongue plunged into your mouth, licking at the insides of your cheeks and swirling around your tongue.

"T-Taehyung." The front of your thighs inched closer to his, legs brushing against his hardening cock. "Don't stop touching me—please." After he heard your begging, he began to bunch your shirt up under your bra, not wanting to pull away long enough to take it off entirely. "Why is it so fucking— so fucking hot in here? Or is it j-just you?"

He removed himself from your lips to pant out, "I think it's just you."

You lost your balance for a moment when he said that, trying to pull yourself away from him but somehow managing to trip over your own feet. Just before you fell over, he wrapped one his arms around your back and the two of you crashed into one of the nearby sinks, knocking over one of the floating bars of soap dripping wet.

From your peripheral vision, you saw the same light peer down the hallway again and your eyes widened. Taehyung followed your gaze and sputtered for a moment before he gestured towards the stall again.

"We gotta go," he said, ushering you forward and locking the stall behind him.

He pulled open the cemented door, shutting it behind him, and then placed his hands on your shoulders to steer you down the stairs. He glanced behind him, listening for footsteps but either you were too far away or they didn't follow after you, then slowed down and pulled you back into his chest halfway down the stairs.

After his breath fanning against your neck caused a chill to run down your spine, you managed to take a few steps away from him and take in a deep breath to center yourself. "Maybe it's a good thing they came back."

"Yeah," he breathed out. "You're right. This spell doesn't control us—we're in control."

You turned around to look at him, nibbling onto your lower lip. "Exactly. It's like you're reading my mind."

As if to contradict what he just said, his eyes trailed past your lips to scan your body. Gulping, you quickly turned back around and went to walk the rest of the way down the stairs, hearing his footsteps following after a pause.

"S-So," you began, "do we just wait till they're gone? I can't get back to my dorm with them scouring the halls."

He shrugged. "And that's the only back way I know unless you want to start bombing the walls."

Just as the two of you stepped through the locker again and into the fifth floor's main hallway, the same light from the fourth floor—or a different light altogether—shined down the hallway and on your shadowed figures.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

You brought the back of your hand in front of your face to shield your eyes, but then gasped as you realized it wasn't a professor but a student—specifically one of your classmates.

It was Jimin.

"Jimin?" you called. "What the hell are you doing? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I— Uh..." He lowered his light, deactivating the spell. "I was just—"

"Did you fucking follow me here?" Taehyung asked, angrily.

"No!" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. It's just— You two have been acting really weird lately. You were sitting together in class yesterday and then— And then I find you two huddled in some dark, creepy corner in the library? What the fuck is going on between you two? Do you owe him money or something?"

You sputtered out a response, in complete awe one person could be so stupid.

"She doesn't owe me any money," Taehyung calmly said.

"Then what does she owe you? I'll pay whatever she does."

What the hell was his problem? you thought to yourself.

"Jimin," you started to say, breathing deeply in an effort to calm yourself. "Is it really that unbelievable that I'd want to hang out with him out of my own free will? This isn't 1874; I can do whatever the hell I want."

"But he's a human," he said. "I've never understood what you see in him."

You tilted your head back, the anger brewing inside of you, before you completely snapped. "We're fucking. Is that what you want to hear? Maybe now you'll leave me the fuck alone. I have his cum inside of me right now so if you could just fuck off and go back to sadly masturbating alone in your bed, that'd be great. Good-fucking-bye."

Not giving him a chance to respond, you grabbed Taehyung's hand and dragged him down the hallway and into a nearby library. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked and he hesitantly followed you inside.

Growling to yourself once the door closed, you started your rant, "I can't fucking believe him. Him and everyone else at this school. Why can't they just treat you like a person? You were standing right there and he was going to talk about you like you weren't even there." You paused to yell out in frustration. "Argh! I could just kill him."

"He doesn't matter," Taehyung said, trying to calm you down. "I don't care what they say about me."

"I know but—!" You cut yourself off to scream. "I hate them all."

Then you heard a knock on the library's closed doors.

Rolling your eyes, you stomped over and peered out the window to see Jimin still lingering there, attempting to apologize—though, you were pretty sure he didn't mean a single word. Even as you glared at him, he continued to knock, so you muttered a quick incantation under your breath so some of the nearby vines in the library covered the window and he could no longer see inside. However, he could still hear you and you could still hear him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean— m-mean what I said. Taehyung's cool and— I don't hate him, okay?"

"And my ass has three cheeks," you quipped. "Just go away. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Taehyung's chest grazed against your back then, his lips nearing your ear.

"Is he not going to leave?" he whispered in your ear, barely audible.

"I don't know," you whispered back, pressing your ear into the door.

"Play along," he mumbled under his breath. "Thank fuck he's gone, babe!" The sudden increase in volume caused you to jump, your head knocking into his forehead. "Ow... I mean— Now we can finally get back to what we were doing before, which was my penis in your vagina." You looked at him from over your shoulder, your eyes wide. He winked at you, then continued, "That thing we were doing just five minutes ago was that—in case you forgot."

You stifled a laugh, smiling at how obvious he was being about it but Park Jimin was an imbecile.

"Oh, right!" you gasped out, realizing you had to play along. "You're so good with your dick, Taehyung. I just came one minute ago before stupid Park Jimin came along with his small penis but now I am wet again—for your dick."

"And how wet are you for me? How wet is your vagina for my huge dong?"

"I could probably do your laundry for a month with how wet I am! I don't know if I can go again, though. I mean, the last time we fucked—which was two minutes ago—you made my pussy into this gaping hole of your cum with that big cock of yours. And I'm pr-pretty sure—" You had to pause just so you could laugh into your hand. "I'm pretty sure if you fucked me right now, I wouldn't even need to be wet—like I am right now so it is okay."

"Wow, babe! You're really turning me on with your dirty talk right now!" he exclaimed, exaggerating every word. "Where should I fuck you? This library sure has a lot of choices and surfaces of which I can fuck you nicely on."

The door handle jiggled and you had to place your palm over your mouth so he couldn't hear you laughing.

"Guys!" Jimin yelled through the door. "This is awkward—fuck—but I can hear you and stuff, so—"

"Oh, my gosh, Taehyung," you gasped out in mock surprise. "He said he can hear us. Do you think that meant he heard every word? Like how you want to fuck me onto the table he was studying at today in this very library?"

"Perhaps!" he replied, loudly. "I really hope he doesn't come in here because I'm already inside of you and that would be awkward." He snorted to himself, both of you laughing. "Wouldn't—" He couldn't even finish his sentence, he was laughing so hard, you elbowing him in his side. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Instead of responding with a coherent sentence, you let out a long moan. "Oh, I totally agree! I would agree to anything right now because you're so deep inside of me. Remember when I was sucking your cock earlier today in the library before Jimin showed up—" You let out an exaggerated gasp. "I forgot he can hear us, Taehyung!"

"Oh, no! That he can!" Taehyung responded. "He probably heard every word. You're so good at taking my dick, though. In your mouth, in your pussy, in your ear—you take it so well and—" You almost died laughing at that but he quickly placed a hand over your mouth. "All nineteen inches of me, too! I wonder if Jimin has a big dick. Hey, Jimin: do you have a big dick? How do the ladies take your dick when you fuck them? Unless you've been saving yourself for this fine slut I'm fucking behind this door that you cannot get into. This is one tight pussy she has!"

The other end grew quiet and you assumed Jimin either fainted from the shock of it all or simply left.

"That was so fucking funny, Taehyung," you said, bursting out laughing.

"I know," he replied. "Didn't think he'd buy it but then again, he's an idiot."

You bit into your lower lip, turning around to look at him. "I'm kind of turned on."

His arm came to cage you into the door, fingers grasping onto one of the vines. "Me too."

"Maybe we could just—" You paused, glancing down at his dick straining against his pants. "—quickly..."

"Yeah. Just quickly, you know? I wouldn't want you to make you suffer or anything."

"Exactly. I mean, we can control ourselves and this is our own decision."

"We definitely can control ourselves. We have been but it's just—"

"It's just—" You cleared your throat, stepping away from the door. Walking him backwards, one of your fingers absentmindedly played with one of his blazer's buttons, biting your lip. "I want this off right now, Taehyung."

"Yeah? You want it off?" he breathed out. His hands came to rest against your ass, pulling you right into his hardening cock. "My hands are kind of busy at the moment so if you could just— I'm sure you don't mind."

"Not at all," you replied with a coy smile.

The finger circling his button then drifted past his taut chest and fumbled with the first button, cursing to yourself when you had difficulty getting it unbuttoned in less than five seconds. After your fingers were a blurred movement down his chest, quickly unbuttoning the blazer, both your hands trailed past his bare skin.

"Your hands are kind of cold," he noted huskily.

"Are they?" you asked. "Maybe you should warm them up."

"Gladly." After you pushed his blazer past his shoulders, the cotton material fell to the floor in a heap. He brought his own hands to yours, cradling them in his while he breathed warm air across the back of your skin. "Warm enough yet? I can't have you freezing to death on me, not before heating you up with my dick."

You exhaled shakily, staring at him deeply. "I th-think I'm all w-warmed up now, so let's just—"

One of the study tables came into view and you quickly laid yourself down on top of it, pulling at your shorts and underwear until they dropped to the cold, marble floor. "Warm me up with your dick. I know you want to."

"Oh, I want to very much," he said, licking at his dried lips after they hung open for a good twenty seconds.

His warm fingertips made contact with your dripping pussy, pulling back immediately just from how wet you were.

"You know," he began, "I thought you were just saying that but you really are wet for me."

"Not wet enough," you breathed out, pulling yourself even further back on the table.

He quickly grabbed your night shoes and tossed them behind him, them thudding against a nearby wall. Kicking his own shoes off as well as his pants and boxers, he climbed on top of you on the table and framed your face with his elbows. Just then, he slowly ground into you, your mouth dropping open at the feeling of his length against you.

"Not yet," he whispered. "Like you said, you're not wet enough and I want this to last for hours."

You moaned out at that, just his dirty talk enough to make you clench around air and bite your lip.

"You like that?" He reached under your back to pull you into his lap. "I think you'll like this, too."

Holding you up against his chest with one hand, he used the other to grab at his cock and run his shaft over your outer lips, giving you a taste of what was to come. The tip slid in so easily just from how wet you were but he quickly pulled himself out of you, teasing you endlessly. You whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Taehyung, please," you begged. "Fuck me right now."

"I don't know," he sang, feigning concern. "I think you can be wetter."

He switched your positions then, with you on top and him lying on the hard surface of the table.

"Sit on my face," he commanded, already reaching for your waist to bring you right where he wanted you.

You inched your thighs closer to his face until he grabbed onto your legs and anchored you to him. Right as you hovered your cunt over his parted lips, he went to town almost immediately, lapping and licking at your wetness, one hand splayed across the skin at your waist and the other spreading your outer lips so he could plunge his tongue in as far as it could go. Your palms quickly planted themselves flat on the table on both sides of him as he continued, almost grinding into his mouth and clenching around nothing. Head tilting back, loud moan after loud moan fell from your lips and he grinned. As he saw your hands holding you up, he took that chance to take his other hand away from your hips and pump a finger inside of you, reaching farther than his tongue could reach.

"T-Taehyung!" you gasped out, choking on air. "God, don't stop. Please don't fucking stop."

As his tongue pulled out of you and went instead for your clit, your mouth fell open in a silent scream, sobbing into your closed fist as you brought it to your mouth to stop your cries and screams of pleasure. You couldn't hold yourself up any longer as you came, your muscles growing weak at the intense feeling exploding inside of you, and found yourself falling backwards, barely catching yourself as his fingers were forced out of you. Your thighs pressed together and your walls clenched violently, whimpering as you could still feel him pumping deep inside of you. You panted, raising yourself up on shaking elbows and tried to ease yourself off of him so you weren't crushing him.

"Good?" he asked, sitting up just as you hopped off the table.

"I think you know," you said, tossing him a look over your shoulder.

"I do," he said with a laugh. "You're so fucking hot when you cum."

"Then make me cum again with your dick inside of me."

He guffawed, then smiled at you as you placed your hands flat on the table, leaning in close with your lips ghosting over his seductively. "Right fucking now? I don't want to hurt you. Maybe just a few more minutes."

You shook your head, grabbing at his hands to pull him to his full height. "I want your dick in me right now."

He didn't even say anything as you pulled at your shirt and quickly unclasped your bra, now fully naked.

"Okay, okay— Where do you want to—shit... I can't think clearly with you like this. Tell me what you want me to do before I lose control of myself and fuck you into the floor," he rasped out shakily, hands resting on your hips.

"B-Bathroom," you replied, moaning as his chest grazed your own. "I don't want anyone to hear us."

The both of you speed-walked to the bathroom just a few hundred feet away, past a few aisles of magical texts and vines clinging to the shelves. Upon opening the door, Taehyung's jaw dropped at how fucking beautiful the girls' bathroom was. Meanwhile, he got stuck with the abomination that was the boys' horrendous bathroom.

"You girls get a fucking rose garden and we get the fucking landfill?" he asked, laughing in astonishment.

Everything was made of porcelain and crystal. The sinks that lined the wall had vines growing and weaving together, beautiful mauve carnations just blossoming. The tiled flooring was like walking on clouds and there was a giant mirror between the sinks, opposite to the stalls on the other side of the bathroom. In front of the mirror was a velvet chair that looked brand new and there were three crystalized chandeliers floating inches from the ceiling by some sort of magic spell. In that moment, all Taehyung could think about was that he wanted to fuck you on every single surface as soon as possible in as many positions and make you cum as many times as he could.

"I'm going to bust a nut just looking at this bathroom," he said, pushing you forward and shutting the door.

Just as he turned back around, you were on him like a fruit fly to a mango, tugging at his hair and kissing him so roughly he felt like his lips would bruise. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest, nipples hardening, and he moaned into your mouth. He walked you forward, fingers drifting down to your awaiting pussy and began to thrust them inside of you in preparation for his dick, even though he knew you were already wet enough. Taehyung just wanted to pleasure you before his dick could, not leaving a single second for you or your cunt to be dissatisfied.

Your fingers fell from their tight grip on his strands of hair, falling to his shoulders before blindly reaching around you to find something to hold onto, knocking over a vase of carnations sitting beside the faucet. Your back slammed into the sink then and he quickly lifted you up, your legs instantly wrapping around him.

He didn't even give you a second to breathe before he was easing his way inside of you.

Just like he thought, you were wet enough and he slid inside easily, pulling out of you entirely. He grabbed ahold of one of your legs anchored to him and pulled it away from you so he could fuck into you deeper and you took the hint, removing your legs from around him and instead spreading your legs as wide as you could. You met each of his thrusts by grinding your hips forward then and grunted into his ear. It was indescribable—the feeling of him inside of you and stroking your walls with every single inch of him he had to offer. You couldn't even think properly because of how good it felt and he knew it felt good just by how loud you moaned for him, clawing at his back.

"Tell me how it feels," he whispered into your ear and his fingers drifted past your stomach to circle your clit.

"So good," you managed to say, groaning at a particularly deep thrust that fucked against your g-spot.

He pulled you away from the sink then and you wrapped your legs back around him. Carrying you to the chair against the large window, he sat down and eased you back down on his length, moaning out at the feeling of you around him once again. Taehyung easily gave you the upper hand and you took that chance to start immediately bouncing up and down on him, your breasts bouncing along with you. His head fell back against the chair, a bead of sweat dripping past his cheek as he breathed heavily. You circled your hips and then continued to sink down on him agonizingly slow and he whimpered in response, forcing you to go faster by his tight grip on your hips.

"Shit—" He sat up, pulling you with him and flipped you over so you were on your stomach, then pulled your hips so your ass was hanging in the air. Immediately, he pounded back inside of you, the new position making it easy for him to reach even deeper inside of you. "So fucking good. You're so tight and—" You clenched around him, causing him to let out a long moan of pleasure. "You're not leaving this bathroom until I'm done fucking you."

Suddenly, some of the paintings on the wall began to shake and you knew it was because of your fluctuating emotions as he continued to hammer into you. He didn't know that, however, and pulled away. Looking towards the rug on the floor, he pulled the two of you to a standing position, still fucking you and your legs began to shake as violently as the paintings. You easily lost your balance and fell to the floor, the rug breaking your fall and he rolled you onto your back, hitching your leg around his hips and penetrated you again. This had to be the most positions you'd been in while having someone fuck you and it was amazing; you didn't want him to pull out.

Just then, some of the mirrors in front of the sinks began to crack, shards of glass flying across the room. Taehyung's head ducked just as one flew past his head and he looked at you in alarm but didn't stop.

"Don't stop," you breathed out. "Ah—! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Taehyung, keep going—please..."

The cracked mirrors forgotten, he continued to plow into you and then the door slammed open, nearly flying off its hinges. He sputtered out an incoherent question but didn't stop like you asked him not to. The door slammed shut, only to open again—and that was when the stall doors followed suit and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit afraid of being hit by a flying fucking door. As your orgasm loomed closer—his own close behind—the intensity of the bathroom with the breaking glass and slamming doors only got worse but he kept going.

"Shit," he muttered to himself. "This is intense. Is th-this—fuck me—what it's like to fuck a witch?"

"I don't know," you said, panting. "Have you fucked a witch before?"

"I am right now."

He was watching the stall doors still and reacted quickly, pulling you into his lap just as one flew off its hinges and crashed into the giant mirror behind the burgundy chair. His thumb came to circle your clit so that you would finally cum and he wouldn't get a bloody nose from fear of the chair coming to life and wanting to kill him.

Just as he played with your clit, you moaned out and felt yourself cum almost immediately. He gave you three more sharp thrusts, your chest jostling into his roughly with each thrust, and then he finally came as well.

As your orgasms faded, the doors settled down and everything went silent, save for your heavy breathing.

"That was life threatening," he said after a few seconds of silence.

"If that's what it's like to be murdered by a dick, then I don't mind the threat."

He laughed, rubbing circles into the skin at your waist, then pulled you up on shaking legs. No words were exchanged after you two left the bathroom, not even considering having to explain to someone how the two of you fucking destroyed one of the most beautiful bathrooms in the entire academy. Someone would ask but they would never know it's you—unless Jimin decided to run his fucking mouth, but you didn't think he would.

Taehyung handed you your clothes and the two of you dressed in silence, the space between your legs still tingling from what just happened. After your genitals were hidden beneath your pajamas, you turned to look at him.

"That's a tight ass pussy you have there," was what he decided to say to clear the awkward air.

You burst out laughing and shoved him playfully. "You gonna violate this pussy again?"

"If you let me," he whispered, shyly. "I really don't want this to be the last time I see you."

"Me neither. I really do like you, Taehyung. I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot, too." He paused, a distant look in his eyes. "No. I love you. I just wish this stupid spell wasn't what brought us together, you know? I planned on asking you out on my own, not having my dick do it for me."

"It wasn't the spell," you said. "I don't know if you realized but the mind link wasn't working the entire time."

His eyes widened. "You're— You're right. So you said all that on your own? Wow. You dirty bitch."

"Your dirty bitch," you quipped.

"My dirty bitch," he affirmed. "My dirty girlfriend."

"Yeah," you said, liking the sound of that. "Your girlfriend."

He smiled at you softly. "So, should we fix the bathroom? At all?"

"That would probably be a good idea."

As you two walked back into the bathroom, you realized you never did find your cat.

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