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theshy1sout · 4 years ago

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Inseparable - Chapter 1

7th February! What a lovely day to start brand-new trolls Au!

As I promiced, this is part 3 of 300-special This one is again for @starlight-jamy who asked for broppy oneshot. I’m sorry, it’s not a oneshot. It’s the whole frickin fanfiction. It’s also kinda my gitf for you, my followers, cause today is my birthday! I Always wanted to give people things at my birthday, just like hobbits.

Today I post first two chapters. And then I will post a chaper every Sunday. (today is Sunday, right?). Short chapters. Usually 2k words, sometimes more.

Ship: Broppy

Rated: Nope.

Au: Trolls Mythology Au

Type: Slow Burn Fluff :3

Ao3

Summary: - There's the guardian of the Night, but no one takes care of the Day - Peppy, the God of Friendship and Harmony, King of the Gods, looks around the big hall to get everyone's attention. Gods listen to him as always, carefully and with huge respect they have to their master. He catches even Branch's attention this time. - I summoned you to discuss this very important topic. - King Peppy raises his hand and turns to the beautiful pink lady in the bright blue dress. - My daughter becomes a full goddess today. And it would be an honor if you all agree that she is a good person to take care of the Day, which means holding the Staff and looking after the whole living world under its Light.

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Far, far ago, when the gods walked through the Earth and love didn't exist yet, trolls were like other creatures in the world. They didn't have the awareness, free will, or feelings deeper than the animals have. The only difference between them and critters was some kind of civilization. They worked, played, and bred during the day and rested during the night. They built villages and formed families and communities. But all the things they made were the result of the intervention of gods [divine intervention], who wanted the best for their creatures. Immortals taught trolls all about working, having fun, building villages, and playing music, but trolls couldn't create things on their own. And no one saw anything wrong with that, because nobody knew it could be different.

Day passed by day and nothing has changed. Whenever it's time to rest, Branch, the god of the Night, walks on the highest hill and grabs the Staff Of The Light, making the gold shining Sphere on it glow much less bright than during the Day. In Branch's hand, a magic source of light that trolls call "the sun" beams slightly bright blue. The whole world meets the darkness and the silence; every creature on the Earth can do nothing but sleep and rest. When the day is supposed to be started, the God of the Night walks on the highest hill again to dig the Staff Of The Light on the top, and freeing it from his cold hands puts brightness on the whole world.

- There's the guardian of the Night, but no one takes care of the Day - Peppy, the God of Friendship and Harmony, King of the Gods, looks around the big hall to get everyone's attention. Gods listen to him as always, carefully and with huge respect they have to their master. He catches even Branch's attention this time. - I summoned you to discuss this very important topic. - King Peppy raises his hand and turns to the beautiful pink lady in the bright blue dress. - My daughter becomes a full goddess today. And it would be an honor if you all agree that she is a good person to take care of the Day, which means holding the Staff and looking after the whole living world under its Light.

Everyone's eyes lay on the young pink-haired woman, who stepped shyly onto the middle of the Hall of Parley. She takes a deep breath and smiles, mostly to reassure herself. But when she notices friendly smiles appearing on more and more gods' faces, she feels kind of proud and excited.

-My King, I think there's nothing to discuss - Holly, goddess of Hospitality, points out. - If there's someone who fits perfectly for this job, it is Poppy for sure!

- Hell yea! - Barb, Queen of the Underworld, yells. She always finds a reason to yell.

- I'm not that sure - Delta Dawn, the goddess of Justice, adds. - Isn't that too much for someone that young?

- Poppy, tell us - Quincy, the god of Wisdom, turns to the pink little lady in the center. - How would you feel about that responsibility? Isn't that too overwhelming for you?

- It is, I guess... - Poppy starts, looking down. - But I have been watching trolls and other creatures since I was a child and... I really attach to them. I enjoy making them happy more than anything else in the world and if you give me your trust, then I'll do everything to protect them and give them all I can.

She ends with full confidence and when she looks up again, she sees all the gods smiling at her, nodding. Cooper, the god of Fun, starts applauding with joy and everyone slowly stands up and joins in. Besides one person... But Poppy quickly forgets that, cause the low tone of her dad's voice catches her attention.

- So that's it! - King announces, also standing up. - I have my honor to introduce our new Immortal: Poppy, the goddess of the Day and the Light!

Gods and goddesses start yelling and cheering. Poppy doesn't even notice when she ends up surrounded by them. They all grin and laugh, wishing her the best and congratulating her over and over. She's never got so much attention, it's even a bit overwhelming. But in this crowd of Immortals, one wish sounds a bit different than the other.

- I appreciate you. Good Teamwork!

Poppy turns to the dull face of Barb. Queen of the Underworld doesn't look like she's joking.

- Teamwork! - Pink girl tries to play amused. - With whom?

- Don't ya know! - Barb laughs at her and throws her hand at the corner of the hall. - Him.

Poppy lifts her head to look above her arm. Far from talks and laughs, there's the guy with a grey hoodie on his head, all covered by a long, dark capote. His face isn't visible, but for some reason, Poppy is sure that he isn't looking at any particular thing. He is just here, sitting very still on his god's seat. As if his presence here was enough to call him a part of the event.

- Branch. The god of The Night - Barb accents the word 'god'. - The guardian of the Darkness and the Silence. And the most important for ya: the one holding The Staff of the Light. - Goddess shows her teeth in a kinda creepy way. - Just like you.

- He's um... - Poppy now has so many questions, that she doesn't know from which she should start.

- You'll get to know him - The pink-haired girl feels a hard hit on her back. - Don't worry, I'm just playing with ya! It's just holding some dum' stick! You give it to him in the evening and then he gives it to you back in the morning. Easy!

- But why is he...

- Nobody knows, he's just different! - Poppy is interrupted once again by the energetic Underworld's Queen. - To be honest, I don't even know how he looks like.

- He's never shown his face?!

- No... I just don't remember. But that's enough about this grump, let's talk about a much funnier thing on the Earth! Or should I say: Under the Earth!

Poppy already feels a bit overwhelmed by the goddess energy. All she really wants right now is to talk with her father and start her job. But she thinks, if she was waiting for it whole years, then she can hold a few minutes more. Right?

- What do you mean? - She asks, not even hiding her tiring.

- Girl, you'll see, nights will be so boring for ya there - Barb starts a bit less loudly and less throwing-her-arms-and-legs-everywhere-ly. - Underworld is always welcoming ya. There's a wild, loud party nonstop!

- What's a party?

- You'll see - Barb smirks at her and finally starts moving away from her. - The total opposite of boredom.

- Ok, thanks - Poppy waves at her, trying to smile as wide as she can. - See ya later! ...I guess...

After way too many wishes, pieces of advice, and cheers, after another long talk with her father, after a million little things she has to go through, Poppy finally steps on the hill and faces the Staff of the Light. Don't get her wrong, normally she really enjoys hanging out with others. Well, she was mostly spending time with King Peppy or trolls on the Earth until now. She feels like she should have taken this opportunity of talking with every single Immortal much more than she did. But she was looking for this little moment almost her entire life. She couldn't think about anything but standing here, on the hill, in front of the Staff of the Light and grabbing all of her dreams, the role of her life, her vocation, her...

- You're gonna grab it or not?

Poppy blinks, surprised. She looks around just to notice a silhouette darker than the Darkness itself. She needs a minute to realize who is he. The god of the Night. Of course, he's here. It's his job to be here. It is still the Night after all. But she is a bit upset at him for destroying the magic of the moment.

So once again Poppy glances at the Staff of the Light, takes a really big breath and... She grabs it! And with her very first touch, the sphere on the top explodes with gold light and the whole world is being filled with so many beautiful colors and Poppy has never been happier in her entire life. Even a dry "So see ya later I guess" by Branch can't destroy it. Ah! She is so happy! She runs down the hill with the Staff glowing in her hand, laughing so loud and so long, till her cheeks start to ache and she loses her voice, but even then she is so happy. So happy.

After one day, and then another, and then one more, and then the whole week of enjoying this exhaustingly happy moment in her life, it comes the time to grab the Staff seriously. Poppy knows exactly what she wants and how the perfect Day should look like. She has planned it for years! So the first thing she changes is the start and the end of the Day. She adds so many colors to the sky: pinks, oranges, reds, and yellows. She asks Suki, the goddess of the Music, to make melodies for birds to let them greet every Day's beginnings and ending. With Milton, the god of the Critters, she teaches birds to sing them. She designs with Satin and Chenille, the twin goddesses of Beauty, new kinds of flowers. Every Day she runs through the whole Earth creating new things, changing the old ones, adding colors and light everywhere it is possible.

Until one Day she finishes all of her ideas and she can finally make the last point of her plan: enjoying the brand-new happy world she created.

But after a week of just guarding the Day and taking care of the Light Poppy feels there's something wrong. She has missed something. She is lost in her thoughts, trying to find the missed thing, when she walks on the hill, like every evening. She hears peaceful "Good evening" and feels it when somebody's hand takes the Staff of the Light off her. Poppy blinks like she's just woken up, but before she can answer, Branch throws "Good Night" and walks away.

''Oh. So that is the thing." Poppy thinks, ashamed.

It's been half of the year since her pink hands grabbed the Staff for the first time. The goddess was too busy with her big plans to even notice the Night. After giving back the Staff, barely even noticing Branch, she just falls asleep. She always finds sleeping the most boring thing ever, cause it's just laying down and closing your eyes to open them a few hours later. But although Immortals don't need to sleep, after a whole day of running and creating she was just exhausted.

And now Poppy realizes that the god of the Night was greeting her every morning and every evening and she has never answered him. It isn't even rude or mean, it is a complete disaster! Poppy as a daughter of King Peppy, the god of Friendship and Harmony, should be the one making friendships and building harmony, not ignoring people!

She has to fix that now.

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Special thanks for @livinginithilien-blog for editing the chapter in the middle of the night XD

Chapter 2

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jenoptimist · 5 years ago

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prompt:

“I’ve been madly in love with you for years but I said something terrible when I was drunk and now you won’t even look at me and no one will tell me what I said” AU

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The words swirled around your mind, vividly remembering the contempt in his voice. Before the incident, when people would say that drunk words are sober thoughts, you didn’t believe it–thought that it was ridiculous, that there was no way it was true. However as you laid in bed, plagued by the events that ensued during the night, you began to think that maybe you were in the wrong for believing it to be untrue.

The pounding headache that Johnny woke up to was expected. The previous night was wild–so wild, in fact, that he had drank one shots too many and completely blanked about what happened. He assured himself that it was a great night even though there were remnants of regret in his mind as he sluggishly prepared himself for work. A strong, black coffee to-go would have to do the trick, seeing as he had no time to make hangover soup.

The loud chatter in the office became subdued when he stepped in, although the tall man barely noticed it as he took a sip of his steaming beverage. There were a million thoughts going through his mind–mainly increasing regret for not calling in sick for work. But alas, there he was in his cubicle just about making it through the skin of his teeth.

Normally, he would greet you excitedly and proceed to annoy you throughout the day. Unfortunately that wouldn’t be the case that morning considering how he was feeling, although he loved when you took the bait because your reactions were always the best, but he supposed that he could a manage a quick ‘hello’ as he waited for his computer to buffer.

With another swig of his coffee, he swung his eyes from the desktop in front of him to his above his monitor where he knew you would be directly facing him–looking beautiful as always. Instead of being graced by your presence, however, he found himself staring at an empty seat. Frowning, he looked to his left.

“Hey Jaehyun,” his friend hummed, eyes glued to the screen as he typed ferociously. “Where’s y/n?” The question had Jaehyun’s fingers faltering. He glanced at Johnny for a split second before refocusing his gaze onto his screen, clearing his throat.

“They haven’t arrived yet.” He began typing again as he added uncertainly, “I think they called in sick.” Johnny’s frown deepened. For as long as he had worked with you, you have never called in sick. Not even when you were seriously ill with the flu, your eyes watery and swollen as you sniffled profusely–you were sent home that day, of course, but he found it inspiring that you still came in despite your condition.

“Oh,” he replied, “that’s weird. Are they alright?”

Jaehyun shrugged at him in a non-committal manner in return, grumbling something about needing to finish the report he was working on so Johnny could you please leave me alone, thank you. Deciding to do his own work, he left his friend to work on his task in peace.

Midway through his own report, as he finished his third cup of coffee for the day, he was undeservingly blessed by the sight of you while you settled into a comfortable position on your seat. Even though you looked as if you had gotten the shortest amount of hours of sleep, Johnny still thought you looked like a vision in your monochromatic office attire.

“Hey y/n!” He welcomed brightly, internally wincing at the sound of his voice. One would think that after the amount of caffeine he has had that he would be much more awake and alert than earlier. Well, one would think wrong–he still felt as terrible as he did that morning. In fact he felt even worse but seeing you made him feel a little bit better, the office just wasn’t the same without you to banter and suffer with.

When he received no reply from you, not even the slightest bit of acknowledgement, the smile was wiped off of his face. Perplexed, he continued to chat incessantly at you. When he came to the conclusion that his attempts were fruitless, he decided to tease you about some stuff from your high school and college years. Frustratingly, you didn’t rise to the bait. Instead you carried on as if you didn’t hear him. Heck, you didn’t even raise your eyes to look at him! Not even when he threw scrunched up paper your way. Eventually he gave up, knowing when to quit. Perhaps you were just tired–he knew the feeling so he wouldn’t hold it against you.

After Johnny saved his work, he stretched out his arms as he yawned. Finally, after four hours of torture, he could go on his break. From the lack of typing over on your side of the cubical, he assumed that you were heading over to the canteen for your break as well. However before he could even sound out a letter, you were already zooming away. All he could do was watch as you ran over to where Doyoung and Jungwoo were waiting by the elevator. Johnny was taken aback when Doyoung glared at him icily the moment they met eyes. He searched his brain for anything he did that would warrant Doyoung to look at him like that, but nothing came up. He and Doyoung were normally on good terms, too, so it didn’t make much sense for him to suddenly look at him as if he wanted to burn him to a crisp.

“Alright boys,” Johnny said as he dropped his tray of food. Taeyong, Yuta and Jaehyun stared at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence as he settled in while they chewed on their food. “Tell me the truth, did I do or say anything weird last night?”

There was a strange moment where it was as if the three of them held their breaths and he would have chalked it up to his fatigue, if not for the way they exchanged shady glances with one another. None of them seemed willing to be forthcoming about the information he needed, though, choosing to remain mute. The longer the silence continued, the more his internal fretting increased. Oh God. He did do something, didn’t he? Hopefully it wasn’t anything too embarrasing.

“Well,” Yuta finally spoke, “it depends on what you define as weird.” He said the words slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully.

“Oh you know,” Johnny snuck a glance at your direction. You sat with Doyoung, Jungwoo and that new guy, Lee ‘call me Mark’ Minhyung. He greedily took in your appearance as you threw your head back while you laughed before turning back to face his friends. “Declare my undying love for them, or something, no biggie.”

“No,” Taeyong said, “you didn’t say anything like that.” Although Johnny felt himself sag in relief, thanking the skies above that he didn’t do anything of the sort, he noticed how shifty Taeyong was being which made him narrow his eyes every so slightly.

“You’re lying,” Johnny said as he looked Taeyong up and down, “you’re being too”–he waved a hand at his friend’s general direction–“weird.”

The response was immediate. “No I’m not,” Taeyong glanced quickly at Yuta and Jaehyun, “right guys? I’m not being weird at all.”

Jaehyun snorted, stuffing his face with food as he rolled his eyes. “Look,” he said, his mouth full of food while he addressed Johnny with his chopsticks, “if you wanna know, you gotta ask them. It wasn’t us you said it to.”

“But I don’t even know what I said!”

“So find out.” Yuta quipped, his tone aiming for boredom but the awkwardness that laid just beneath was heard loud and clear by the table.

Johnny sputtered. “They won’t even talk to me!”

“You’ll think of something man, don’t worry.” Jaehyun assured him while he took some meat from his food. Johnny resisted the urge to slam his head onto the table, settling on sneakily watching you while you spoke with your peers cheerily.

“Why can’t you just tell me.” Johnny whined as he pouted. The sooner he knew what he said, the quicker he could sort it out.

Taeyong shrugged, “it’s not our place. And I don’t know about these two but I don’t really feel comfortable with telling you since it wasn’t me that it was directed at.”

“Okay,” Johnny conceded, “I’ll try find out for myself.”

One week passed with you avoiding all sorts of communication with him; you didn’t sit beside him at the weekly meetings anymore, Mark and Jungwoo always took you to the canteen and whenever he managed to get a moment alone with you in the photocopy room Doyoung would appear out of nowhere–as if he had super senses that alerted him whenever the two of you were within vicinity of each other. Two weeks passed, then three and by that point you even voluntarily moved cubicles so that Taeil could occupy your place.

Even though his friends noticed that his mood had somewhat dropped as he spiralled into a constant state of fret caused by billions of possible reasons as to why you didn’t even look him in the eye, none of them involved themselves in the situation. They seemed content with him sorting it out for himself. It had gotten to the point where he started being plagued by nightmares, thinking of the worst case scenarios. When those nights occurred, he always called his mom for comfort.

“Alright, Suh,” Donghyuck said, his hands on his hips as he tapped his foot, “I’m sick of seeing you like this. You look so”–he gave him an unimpressed once over–“pitiful and it doesn’t suit you.”

Johnny shrugged passively as he continued to type. The fifth coffee he just demolished did him no good, in fact it made him even more tired. It wasn’t that he wanted to give up but there were only so many failed attempts to reconcile with you before he had enough. What he needed was a break from trying and if him downing unhealthy amounts of caffeine, eating ill adviced amount of fast food and binging romcoms on Netflix was what he chose to do to fill the hole in his heart, then it was nobody’s business but his own. No matter what his friends said.

Donghyuck groaned dramatically, grabbing onto his arm and tried his best to haul him up. Once Johnny had enough, he saved his work, stood up and turned to stare at the smaller man.

“Where are we going?” He asked as Donghyuck led him around the office. As they passed by your cubicle and he frowned when he noticed that you weren’t present–although neither were Mark, Jungwoo and Doyoung so you probably went to grab some lunch. There was no answer, instead the other man just grumbled a string of words to himself that he was unable to decipher.

“Have at it,” Donghyuck told him as he gestured to the photocopy room. When he caught Johnny’s blank look he opened the door and shoved him inside. “You’re not coming out until you sort this out. Goodbye! Have fun!” And with that he shut the door closed, there was a telltale sign of a click that followed and Johnny knew he was in trouble.

There wasn’t a reason as to why Donghyuck would trap him inside a room other than to fix things with you, which was made obvious by what he said after he pushed him inside. When he spun around he found you leaning on the counter, your arms crossed as you stared at the ground.

“Hey,” Johnny whispered after a few minutes of silence that seemed to go on for aeons. When you didn’t look up, he walked over to stand on the opposite counter and mirrored your pose. He chewed on the inside of his mouth as he though of what to say, he thought about this moment for so long and yet now that he was finally in the correct position to confront you, it seemed like everything that he wanted to say was wiped clean from his mind. “I don’t know what I did or what I said but I really want to fix it,” he disclosed after another moment of silence. “I miss you. So can we please, please fix things?”

Johnny watched with a bated breath when he noticed that you hugged your arms closer to yourself as you slowly lifted your head. The expression that he was faced with broke something inside of him. Even though you didn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to show him your cheek, there were telltale signs of tears in your eyes that he was able to see from the white lightbulb. Jesus. What was it that he said that made you look utterly heartbroken? He didn’t push for an answer, simply waited until you were ready to speak.

“You really don’t remember what you said?” It was heaven to hear your voice although he couldn’t help but notice that you spoke lowly, almost a whisper, which was the complete opposite of how you normally spoke to him–confident and loud, sometimes fondly exasperated.

You mumbled something that he couldn’t hear. “What?” He asked, leaning his body forward. “Sorry I couldn’t hear what you said.”

“I said,” you paused, shrinking into yourself further, “that you told me that you couldn’t stand looking at me.”

That had Johnny gaping, unable to believe what he just heard. There was no way he would say that to you, would he? Obviously he did since you couldn’t bear to look or talk to him for weeks–you weren’t even looking at him even though the two of you were the only ones in the damn room. Why the hell did he say that? Jesus Christ. What was wrong with him?

“What? No! I didn’t mean it!” The words came tumbling out of his mouth as quick as lightning and, surprisingly, you allowed him to ramble on and on. Eventually he came to a stop when he noticed that you were shaking your head slowly at him.

“You didn’t hear the way you said it,” he felt like he was suckerpunched in the stomach when you finally looked into his eyes, “and the look on your face. God, I’ve never seen you look like that.”

Johnny was at a loss for words as he watched you quickly wiped away the tears that escaped. “I’m so sorry, y/n,” the hate he felt towards himself increased as more tears flooded your cheeks, “you have to know that I didn’t mean it! I promise! There’s no way I could mean it because–” he stopped himself, knowing that revealing his feelings for you would do nothing to eradicate the situation. However, there could be a slight chance that you would understand that he would never intentionally say anything of the sort with how he felt for you.

“Because what?” Well it seemed that he would have to tell you since you asked and he wanted to be completely transparent with you.

“There’s no way that I could say that and mean it because”–his heart was racing, palms sweating as he continued–“I love you. And I figured out that I loved you since we were in college when that jackass broke your heart, but my crush on you started when we were paired up for that stupid project in Nam’s class.” Johnny allowed you to take in the load of information that he dumped on you. “I know it isn’t going to erase what I said, and believe me I hate myself for saying it in the first place, but you have to believe me when I say that I never meant it. I don’t even know why I said it in the first place.” Johnny averted his eyes down to his hands, wishing that he could turn back time and prevent himself from drinking too much and causing you such pain.

“I accept your apology,” you sniffled which made his head snapped up to look at you in disbelief. “But I don’t know if I can forgive you at the moment. What you said really hurt me, you know?”

Johnny nodded understandingly. “You can slap me if you want.” He offered, not hesitating to present his cheek to you.

That coaxed a faux scoff escaped you. “I’m not going to do that.” There was a beat of silence before you added, “I’ll accept a hug though.”

The long, warm hug was interrupted by the door opening. Neither of you pulled apart, not until a throat was being cleared exaggeratedly. Johnny cursed internally when he saw Jaehyun standing at the door, eyes flicking back and forth between you and him.

“I better get going.” You said as you stepped back, smiling awkwardly at Jaehyun but stopped just as you reached the door. Johnny raised his brows when he saw you turn back and look him straight in the eye. “I’ve also loved you since college, too.” After that revelation, you zoomed off, leaving him dazed.

“I called it!” Jaehyun exclaimed, punching his fist in the air.

Johnny didn’t even bother to ask as he exited the room, feeling like he was on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

#ive been feeling pretty angsty these days #especially after i posted that doyoung time travel fic #i want to write more angst but im also like #yakult no let the people have fluff >:(#but see ngl fluff is kinda hard for me idk 🥴#i have another written au in my drafts and shes angsty too #not finished but angsty 🥴🤧#but i wanna start another one cause i have a vague idea for a short lil plot #and im like okay....who will i write it for......#i kinda wanna write it for jaehyun tho 👀😳#idk we shall #cast ur vote by shooting me an ask to help me choose a member #if not its okay idm 🤪#(also be real with me yall;was my pocketsized!sicheng a flop?????)#anyway here come the tags:#nct scenarios #nct #nct au #nct 127 #nct imagines #johnny suh #nct johnny #johnny scenarios #johnny x reader #prompt from @dailyau

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vs-redemption · 4 years ago

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The Ball (Historical AU)

Teen!Keigo Takami x Teen!Toya Todoroki

Summary: Set in the 18th century, Keigo goes to his first ball after finally turning sixteen. His family has groomed to be the perfect gentleman, but everything about his upbringing is challenged once he meets an interesting boy named Toya Todoroki.

Word Count: 2,639

Warnings: None

It was the beginning of spring and the cherry trees around the Takami estate were beginning to come back to life after surviving the harsh cold of winter. The tiny buds growing from the formally barren branches would soon bloom into thousands of tiny white blossoms, making the trees look like big fluffy pink clouds. Keigo strolled along the edge of the lake on the property, reminiscing about his childhood when he used to run through the trees and pretend that he was a bird that had taken flight for the first time. Even just imagining that kind of freedom back then had brought joy for the boy who had been cooped up in his family’s manor his entire life.

Keigo’s parents were quite strict and had chosen to keep him close so that they could monitor his education and behavior. They had even hired a private teacher to instruct him in all the necessary subjects as well as proper etiquette for someone of his social standing. The boy had excelled in all his studies, working diligently to prove that he could be trusted if only his parents would relinquish just a bit of their control. Nothing he did ever seemed to be enough however, so he spent his days longing for friendship and adventure.

Things would be a little different this year though. Keigo had celebrated his sixteenth birthday just a few months prior which meant he was now eligible for marriage. His parents had discussed in length over whether or not he was ready to make his debut into high-born society and surmised that even if he wasn’t, continuing to keep him out of the public eye now would just make him look less appealing as a suitor. So, for the first time ever, Keigo had the promise of a chance to finally see the world outside his family’s estate. All he had to do was be on his best behavior and wait patiently for the invitation to the next ball to be delivered. Mercifully, he didn’t need to wait much longer as the unmistakable sound of a horse coming up the road towards the house met his ears.

Two weeks later, Keigo found himself standing in front of a floor length mirror as one of the servants helped dress him in the brand new set of formal clothing his parents had purchased just for the occasion. He couldn’t stop himself from fidgeting with the ends of his jacket and the buttons of his waistcoat as the servant began to tame his wild sandy blonde hair with a comb.

“Are you nervous?” she asks kindly and Keigo shakes his head.

“Excited,” he corrects her. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to be nervous about. He’d studied the names of all the families attending the ball and had been practicing all the most popular dances since he was old enough to walk. He’d memorized all the proper greetings and knew the appropriate times to stand, sit, speak, or remain quiet. He was ready for this.

“Well you shouldn’t move around so much,” she swats his hands away from his collar so he’d stop messing with it. “Ladies prefer a gentleman that is poised.” Keigo scrunches up his face and earns himself a whap on the head. “Ladies also prefer a gentleman that doesn’t make silly faces.”

Keigo wanted to point out that ladies didn’t sound very fun at all, but knew the comment would not be appreciated. He understood what was expected of him and planned to make a great first impression on all the new people he would meet that day. He didn’t have any particularly strong feelings about marriage, but he knew it was one of the duties he had to uphold for his family. He tried to keep that in mind despite being most excited just to see anything other than the same scenery he’d always been surrounded by.

He drew on every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep composed after he finally climbed into the carriage with his parents. The driver called out to the horses and they lurched forward. Keigo fought the urge to press his face to the window as the dull familiarity of his estate gave way to brand new views of landscapes and buildings he’d never seen before. It was impossible to keep the wonder out of his wide golden eyes as they made it into town where the streets were alive with people meandering from shop to shop. He saw young children skipping around together as their parents stopped to converse with friends and neighbors. Keigo envied the young ones who would never truly understand the feelings of boredom and loneliness. The buildings thinned out and the carriage rolled into a less populated area with large beautiful brick houses surrounded by various styles of gardens. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed when they finally turned onto a long driveway that would take him to their destination.

As the massive home came into view, it became blaringly obvious that the family hosting the ball was more than a touch richer than the Takami family. Up close, the colossal manor seemed more like a castle to Keigo and he openly marveled at the gorgeous fountain decorating the center of the impressive roundabout driveway. If this was just the outside, he could scarcely imagine what the inside would be like. Once the carriage came to a complete stop, a servant opened the door and greeted them formally.

“I hope you had an easy journey,” he bows and helps each member of the Takami family out of the carriage. “Welcome to the Todoroki estate.” The family is ushered inside so that the next guests could be received. Keigo follows his parents into the building since they seemed to know their way around well enough.

Walking into the ballroom felt like entering into a whole other world. It was larger than any of the rooms in the Takami manor and was filled with more people than Keigo had ever seen. There was so much to look at that it was a bit overwhelming for him. His eyes tried to take it all in as they moved over the multitude of colors and fashions of clothing and jewelry, not to mention the people themselves. The first few minutes were a blur of introductions and Keigo was thankful that most of these people had been described to him beforehand since it would be impossible to remember them all otherwise. Finally, it was time to meet the host himself, Enji Todoroki, along with his wife and four children. It was rather intimidating to meet such a powerful family, but years of meticulous training helped Keigo stay calm and polite. Once the adults were deep in conversation, he found himself the center of attention for the Todoroki siblings.

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you, Keigo. My name is Fuyumi.” The only sister gives a small curtesy and Keigo bows politely back. He didn’t want to startle anyone with his excitement even though he was delighted to meet other people his own age.

“Likewise,” he takes her hand gently for a moment before stepping back. “I like your dress. The color compliments the red in your hair.” Fuyumi flushes a bit but the moment is ruined by a loud scoff from the oldest brother.

“Oh, what a gentleman!” he exclaims sarcastically with a look of bored amusement on his face. He claps his hands together twice before slumping his shoulders and rolling his lazy blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re not planning on using those tiresome lines all evening. If you want to marry my sister, just say it plainly and spare us all.”

“Toya!” Fuyumi looks at her brother in horror. It had been a long time since Keigo had the misfortune of being embarrassed, so the sensation of warmth spreading into his face felt a bit foreign.

“I apologize if my words were misinterpreted,” he tries to recover. “I only meant that…”

“Oh,” Toya interrupts with a frown. “So you don’t think she’s worthy of your affections then?” Keigo tried to keep the stress of the situation off his face but he had no clue just what to do. He had thought he could navigate his way through any situation. Apparently he’d overestimated himself. The second oldest brother lets out a laugh but tries to cover it as a cough causing Toya to smirk. Keigo felt humiliated and wondered if he’d be forced to leave. If that happened, surely his parents would never let him out again.

“Leave him be, both of you!” Fuyumi reprimands her brothers as quietly as possible before looking back at Keigo, her expression softening. “This is your first ball, correct?” He nods once and Fuyumi smiles. “Well rest assured you’re conducting yourself far better than my brothers here. I envy the girl who gets to be your first dance.” Keigo glances nervously over at Toya.

“What are you looking over here for? It’s blatant she wants you to ask her,” He comments flatly before suddenly standing up straight and putting a hand to his chest. There was a strange glint in his eyes as he grinned and leaned forward. “Or were you thinking of dancing with me instead?” The mere suggestion startles Keigo and he falters for a response.

“Toya!” Fuyumi hisses again while glancing nervously at their father who had turned around to check on them. “What will Keigo think of us after a question like that?”

“I hope things are going well over here,” Enji’s fierce blue eyes scanned over each of his children in an almost threatening way. Fuyumi and the two younger brothers corrected their posture under the gaze of their father, but Toya continued to slouch defiantly. It was peculiar that he acted so differently than his family members when he was the one who resembled the father closest with his deep red hair and icy blue stare.

“Things could not be any better, father!” He declares almost obnoxiously, “Keigo here was just about to beg my sister for the first dance.”

“Oh, how lovely!” Keigo’s mother seemed delighted.

“Yes that’s fine, Toya, but you’d do well to mind your theatrics.” The senior Todoroki’s voice comes out low and menacing, and Keigo catches him grab Toya’s wrist quickly and give it a sharp squeeze. Toya winches and pulls his arm away.

“I’d be honored if you allowed me the first dance,” Keigo bows to Fuyumi, hoping to direct the conversation away from Enji’s anger toward Toya. Fuyumi curtsies back and accepts the offer. Enji signals the pianist and an announcement is made for guests to begin partnering up. Keigo walks with Fuyumi to find a place amongst the other couples and soon the song begins. Even with all the hours of practice, he still felt a dash of nerves. Thankfully, Fuyumi was confident in her steps and made it easy for him to lead the dance. Once the first song had ended, she introduces him to one of her friends to share the next dance. Before he knew it, he had danced with nearly every young lady in the room. Before the exhaustion forced him to reject some poor girl, someone else grabbed him by the arm and pulled him from the dance floor and off to the side of the room.

“You know you’re allowed to take a break, right?” Keigo takes a second to get his bearings, then discovers that he’d been dragged away by Toya Todoroki. He glances over at his parents who either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care that he was no longer dancing.

“I didn’t want to offend anyone,” he admits. “There are so many people.”

“Don’t let the attention go to your head,” Toya frowns while leaning casually against the wall with his hands crossed over his chest. “It’s simply because you’re a new face and everyone wants to know why you were kept locked up until now.”

“Oh,” Keigo just wanted to fit in as a normal guest, not double as a sideshow for everyone else’s amusement.

“Hey,” Toya suddenly leans in closer, catching Keigo off guard once again with his piercing blue eyes looking directly into his. “Don’t look so upset. People are attracted to the unknown,” Toya grins while patting Keigo once on the cheek, “and you’re a mystery.” There was no time to understand the boy’s meaning because Toya quickly retreats back to the wall.

“So,” he slides effortlessly into a new conversation while Keigo continued to wrap his head around what had just happened. Toya waves his arm garishly around the room, “which of the girls do you think is the prettiest?”

“I think they’re all pretty,” Keigo replies honestly. Toya rolls his eyes.

“Yes,” he agrees shortly, “they are. They’re all pretty, talented, intelligent, fashionable and every other thing you’d expect them to be. But which of them do you want to marry?” Keigo knew he should probably stop being surprised at Toya asking such questions so abruptly. He didn’t have the faintest idea how to reply, however.

“Do you really expect me to have an answer already?” He ask, “This is the first time I’ve met any of them.” Something akin to victory appears in Toya’s eyes.

“They say dancing is the first step to falling in love,” his voice was teasing now. “You’ve been out on the floor all evening, so it stands to reason you must have felt a certain connection with at least one of them.” Keigo couldn’t help but worry if what Toya was saying had even the tiniest bit of truth to it because not a single one of his dance partners had stood out from the rest. They had all been equally pleasant.

“Is there something wrong with me?” Keigo looks to Toya with uncertainty. Perhaps he shouldn’t have voiced his concerns out loud, but there was something about the eldest Todoroki sibling that consistently made Keigo feel vulnerable anyway. Toya lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“For being unwilling to trade one cage for another?” he asks in amusement. “I dare say the problem is with everyone else, not you.” There was a brief pause, and then Toya moves back into Keigo’s personal space one more time.

��You know my life used to be so dull,” he smirks. “But I don’t think it needs to be anymore. You and I seem to be kindred spirits, so I think that we should be friends.” Keigo agrees right away, though deep down he knew some might frown upon the relationship. Toya challenged everything he’d ever been brought up to believe, but that very fact alone gave him the same sensation of freedom he used to get while running through the cherry trees back home.

The ball slowly began to wind down and Keigo’s parents finally came to find him so that they could begin the journey home. They’d already called for the carriage, but Keigo made sure to find the host and the other Todoroki siblings to thank them for the invitation before departing. On the ride home, he pondered over the discussion he’d had with Toya. Perhaps he wasn’t interested in marrying any of the girls he’d become acquainted with because he already knew exactly what sort of life to expect from them. People were attracted to the unknown, and Toya was definitely a type of person he’d never encountered before. The anticipation of seeing the boy again was almost too much for Keigo and he wondered just how soon they’d be able to meet again. He’d spent sixteen years being locked up in the Takami estate, and now he had found someone that made him feel as if he could grow wings and take flight for the very first time.

#Hawks #Keigo Takami #Toya Todoroki #Touya Todoroki #Hawks x Touya #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #Cindy's Writing

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Serendipity | jjk x pjm

Serendipity; the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

By a slip of his finger, Jeongguk ends up meeting his neighbour on the rooftop of their apartment complex - and he finds himself wanting to stay in the moment forever.

Click here to read on AO3.

- pairing: jeon jeongguk x park jimin

- word count: 6K

- rating: PG-13

- genre: sO much fluff, angst, neighbours AU, student!jeongguk, dancer!jimin, airdrop AU, strangers to lovers, jeongguk is shy uwu, you could also call him a professional procrastinator. jimin is intimidating but what’s new

- warnings: descriptions of social anxiety, one or two swear words in there oops please excuse my language

- notes: i didn’t really plan for this to be a mxm fic but it just felt right?? this feels really random and i don’t know if it makes sense at all but please enjoy, I had fun writing it! feedback is very welcome as well <3

also, if you like listening to music while reading, any lofi would go great with this! perhaps, even a lofi version of serendipity... haha jk... unless??

this is partly inspired by the game missed messages created by Angela He, I saw someone play it on youtube and got this idea!

huge thanks to zoe for helping me with this fic, i love u <3

this is a part of the @ficswithluv bulletproof bingo event!

gif by @nanzse, found here.

Jeongguk's room is washed golden as he lays on his bed, soft lofi playing from his phone next to him as his fingers in an unmotivated manner slowly press lettered keys on his laptop. He couldn't be less excited about writing this essay, the assigned topic of 'happy accidents' being something he's not really able to make a connection to.

After getting down a simple, uncreative title at the top of the page, only to end up deleting it, he sighs as he rolls over on his back and lets his eyes flutter closed. The rays of sunshine seeping in through his open window feel nice against his honey skin, the mild May breeze brushing it ever so slightly. This would be perfect if it wasn't for the empty document displayed beside him, calling at him to finish writing already.

He loves evenings like these, just being, listening to the hustle of Seoul coming from the streets as a soft beat escapes his phone. There's something about sunsets that renders a calm to wash over Jeongguk's body, no matter how stressful or dull his day might be - the sight of a sunset makes him stop for a moment; makes him pause and enjoy the present. It's something he treasures deeply, how the warm hues of orange blend in with the blue. It makes him feel excited to be alive, thankful to exist.

He imagines it’s like finally being able to release a breath; coming up for air when you've been held under the surface for almost too long. It quiets his mind, rids him of thoughts that weighed down on his shoulders during the day.

A sudden pling erupting from the laptop causes Jeongguk's eyes to open, the sound harsh in contrast to the music that brought him to his own, peaceful utopia. He frowns as he sits up, grabbing his laptop and placing it in his lap before he leans against the wall his bed is pushed up against.

Jiminie's phone would like to share a photo.

The notification makes Jeongguk furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Who is Jiminie and why is he airdropping Jeongguk of all people?

Out of boredom and in search for another excuse to procrastinate the essay, he decides to see what the stranger wishes to share with him. He clicks accept, and on his screen two pictures appear - causing a scoff to escape Jeongguk's lips. It's dumb really, but despite the unnecessary and pointless pictures, he feels a small smile spread on his lips. He expected something stupid, something to cause a huff and a roll of his eyes - to make his disappointment in humanity increase further.

On his laptop, two pictures of a cat wearing sunglasses are displayed. Jeongguk shakes his head as he snickers quietly by himself. He really doesn’t understand why he finds it so funny but he can't deny it made his evening a little bit better, the dull mood caused by the essay a bit brighter.

He decides to write a thank you in return, typing a few words of gratitude before he hovers over the send button. Should he reply? Maybe he shouldn't. What if the airdrop was sent to the wrong person? It'd make him look stupid if he wrote back.

After over-scrutinizing further, he chooses not to send anything back after all and goes to hit delete, but presses down on the wrong button.

Note sent.

He curses under his breath, cheeks turning crimson in embarrassment. It’s been done, there’s no reason to dwell over it. There’s nothing he can do.

He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair as he shuts the tab, and he's once again met with the sight of a blank page, making him sigh in frustration. Happy accidents. What is he even supposed to write about? His mind is blank, much like the document before him, there's really no specific event in his life relating to the theme he's able to think of.

What a foolish choice of topic.

He feels his heart skip a beat in surprise as yet another notification pops up on his screen. He nibbles at the skin of his bottom lip for a few seconds before he clicks accept once more.

7:49 PM: My pleasure! So... 'Genji', what are you up to?

Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut in further embarrassment at his laptop device name. He could’ve just gone for something normal, something simple like 'Jeongguk's laptop'. He sighs at himself as he starts writing a reply to the stranger, who he assumes is named Jiminie - a wild guess thanks to the device name; the simple, non-cringey device name.

7:51 PM: It's Jeongguk. I'm up to nothing much, just procrastinating my essay... u?

Jeongguk presses send before he gets the chance to hit the backspace button and overthink his choice of words. After his note is sent, he finds himself waiting for a reply - eyes lingering in the corner of the screen as he looks for the next notification to pop up. Or the next excuse to further procrastinate, if you will.

And before long, there's another note waiting to be accepted. Without hesitancy, Jeongguk clicks it.

7:54 PM: Bored, looking for something to do... maybe some fresh air could benefit the both of us? ;)

The reply makes Jeongguk quirk an eyebrow at his screen, a faint blush settling over cheeks as he feels flutters of excitement in his gut and nerves blooming in his chest. A few minutes go by as he reads the words over and over, asking himself what to do. He eventually decides to reply even with the amount of intimidation he feels - despite his introverted nature. This time he sits for longer, fingers hovering over keys as he looks for words that sound okay in his head.

8:01 PM: What are you initiating, Jiminie?

Jeongguk’s heart beats fast in his chest as he presses send, fingers picking at the fuzz on his cheek as he partly dreads the reply, partly looks forward to it in a strange anxious excitement. This is so unlike him, to do spontaneous stuff like this, make plans and decisions last minute - especially when he’s well aware it’s involving a complete stranger. He likes knowing what’s gonna happen and giving himself time to mentally prepare for occasions like these, or preferably avoid them.

8:02 PM: Meet me on the rooftop in 20? I'll be waiting.

His face grows hotter as he reads the note repeatedly. He's never done anything like this before. It makes him excited, but causes his hands to become clammy at the foreign but tempting opportunity - a subtle anxiety starting to grow in his chest as he thinks of all the possible ways this could end.

Does he go up to his rooftop in twenty minutes to meet the stranger, put himself through awkward silences and worry? Or does he stay inside, alone, to continue procrastinating his essay?

The latter of the two options does sound much more boring, however, more comfortable and safe in his mind. Yet, he can't help but feel intrigued by this Jiminie he just chatted with, and he's curious.

Fuck it.

He gets up from his bed, grabbing a decent outfit from his wardrobe before throwing it on. He stands in front of the mirror, scanning over the black fabrics before shrugging and deciding it'll do. He doesn't want to be overdressed, or appear as if he actually worried about how he looks. Which he in reality, actually did - but Jiminie doesn’t need to be aware of that.

Before he knows it, fifteen minutes have passed. He slips his boots on and proceeds to stand by the door, watching the time tick on his phone. As the numbers read 8:21 PM, Jeongguk inhales a shaky breath to calm himself before he steps outside of his apartment.

Nerves spread like wildfire in his chest as he walks up the staircase towards the door leading to the rooftop. He stands before it for a few seconds, trying to compose himself before pushing it open. He's met with a world illuminated pink and the smell of cherry blossoms, a warm pleasant breeze brushing through his hair as he takes a hesitant step outside onto the concrete floor.

He doesn't do stuff like this. Jeongguk likes keeping to himself, he enjoys being alone in his room. The most communicating he does is through his headset while playing overwatch. What got into him today, what reason made him say yes to meeting a stranger on his rooftop, he's not certain of.

Jeongguk closes the door behind him as quietly as possible before turning to scan the area, eyes looking for someone unfamiliar; someone his eyes have yet to know.

He's caught by surprise as his wandering gaze stops at the sight of a figure. He sees pink, pink hair swept by the gentle wind. Soft pink, rosy and warm in contrast to the lightblue fuzzy jacket the figure is clad in - a contrast replicated in the sky above.

He's even further intimidated by the daring choice of hair color, another reason along with the previous one of the bold, somewhat flirtatious way he asked Jeongguk to meet on the rooftop just twenty minutes ago.

Jeongguk, after gathering the courage, slowly starts walking closer - nerves almost prompting him to quietly turn around and return to the safe, comfortable space of his apartment. He could leave right now and come up with an excuse as to why he couldn't show up. He considers it for a second, however, he quickly shakes the thought away, not wanting to go through with it no matter how tempting it may be.

He's tired of excuses.

He keeps moving forward, closer to Jimin standing with his back towards Jeongguk - looking out over Seoul.

As his boot scrapes against the ground, the pink-haired turns his head - looking over his shoulder to meet Jeongguk's doe eyes. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

More like a bunny, maybe?

Jimin smiles at the sight, now turning with his whole body to greet the younger. "Jeongguk-ssi, you showed up," says Jimin, perfectly plump lips stretching into a smile; showing off his flawlessly aligned teeth.

Jeongguk doesn't say anything, still a few meters away when he stops to give a small bow in respect.

He still doesn’t know why he agreed to this, he’s very well aware a silence like this always lays in the air around him when he’s meeting new people. That’s why he usually avoids occurrences like these, not wanting to put himself in such an anxious state.

He's always awkward when meeting strangers, especially if he's alone - when the conversation is depending on both him and the other involved to keep going. He never knows what to say, never able to find words that feel right. He hates small talk.

Although with Jimin, there's weirdly a welcoming atmosphere in the air. A smile that allows his shoulders to relax slightly, an ambience that tells him to breathe out and be himself. Jeongguk has never felt anything like it before.

Jimin keeps the younger's gaze, and the attention makes Jeongguk look down as a subtle blush settles over the tops of his cheeks. At the same time, while Jimin exudes a scenciere and relaxing vibe, his aura also feels intimidating - radiating confidence and self-esteem much unlike Jeongguk.

Jeongguk doesn't like to stand out in a crowd, he's reserved and timid - he'd rather stay quiet and he has no problem with that, he likes being alone to some extent. When he goes too long without meeting any of his close friends though, he tends to get lonely. That’s when he finds himself wishing he was different in that sense, that he could go out and make new friends whenever he felt like it without having to worry so much about first impressions, or if he stutters too much.

His wardrobe is mostly black, not only because he simply likes how the color looks on him - but also because it feels safe, it’s not too out there. He usually puts on a bucket hat whenever he's out and about, mostly to avoid any awkward eye contact. He could never imagine himself dying his hair pink, or any other color for that matter - since he imagines it'd bring him unwanted attention.

That's just the way he is, and he's always been that way. But he can't deny the desire to be braver, more willing to experiment and explore. He wants to experience more, like dating or just going out with friends without worrying too much. He almost feels stuck, restricted because of this anxiety. It sometimes keeps him up at night, has him wondering who and how he’d be as a person if he was different in that aspect.

Jimin is somewhat stunned himself, much like Jeongguk. He really had no expectations going into this, but the person before him wouldn't be one of them if he did. He wasn't picturing someone who wears black oversized clothes, someone so big and muscular - yet shy. There are obvious outlines of a toned chest under the fabric of the hoodie, only a little more obvious than the pink apples of his cheeks. It makes Jimin's heart warm.

"Are you not gonna join me?"

Jeongguk averts his eyes from his own boots as Jimin’s voice pierces the silence, even though it’s soft and inviting. He becomes very aware he's still standing an awkward distance away at the question, giving Jimin as small nod as he walks up to the railing - fingers tightening into fists as he tugs at the sleeves of his hoodie.

His gaze wanders over the busy street below as he searches for the right words to say, but he can't seem to find any. He sneaks a glance at Jimin before he looks up at the sky, feeling a solace embrace him. He exhales as his body relaxes at the sight of the sunset. Everything’s okay.

"Do you-" he stutters slightly, stopping mid-sentence to compose himself. "Have you lived here long? I haven't seen you around," he manages to say, a small flower of pride growing in his chest.

Jimin is taken aback hearing the shy speak, gaze falling upon him to meet big, constellation-filled brown eyes, in which create a sunset of their own as the sky reflects in them - an even prettier one, as stars in his orbs decorate it further.

"No not really, I moved in just a few weeks ago," Jimin replies. "I spend the majority of my days at work though, so that's probably why we haven’t met yet."

Jeongguk feels a question linger at the tip of his tongue, deciding to let it free before he overthinks it.

"What do you do?" he asks, partly to keep the focus of the conversation away from himself but for the most part out of curiosity.

Jimin smiles at the interest, running a hand through his hair before speaking. "I do contemporary dancing, weird huh?"

"I don't think it's weird," Jeongguk shrugs. "Why do you say that?"

Jimin looks out over the city, painted pink, as he searches for an answer. "Well, it's not a typical job and you don't really earn a lot doing it. Most people would say it's stupid to work towards a career like mine, that it won't get me anywhere."

Jeongguk listens as Jimin speaks, and he notices a spark of passion glimmer in his eyes.

"So why did you choose that path?" Jeongguk surprises himself as the question rolls off his tongue, noticing how his shoulders are no longer as tense.

"I've been dancing ever since I was little, there's just something about it that I love. It's my escape, in a sense. Whenever I dance, all I do is move to the music - I don't think of anything, I don't worry. It’s almost as if my mind goes quiet." He says, eyes following the fluffy clouds floating over the sky. "It's really not about earning money for me, and even though it's nice to benefit from it in a financial way, that's not what keeps me going. It may be tough sometimes but I love dancing, and that's why I do it. Despite it not being an average job, or the most reliable and profitable one."

"I like that though, the fact you're doing something that's different. I think it's important to do something you enjoy, something that makes you excited to wake up and get ready. I hope I can find a passion like that in the future." Jeongguk avoids meeting Jimin’s gaze for even more than a second, eyes moving from him to the sky, then down to watch people walk by below.

Jimin turns to Jeongguk with a smile, chest filled with warmth at his words. "I hope so too."

Jeongguk gives a small smile in return as a silence falls over the both of them, but it's not one you necessarily want to fill. It's peaceful and comfortable, much to Jeongguk's surprise.

They stay like that for another hour, sitting with arms resting over the railing as their feet dangle over the edge of the building while they get to know each other - carefully stolen glances and unspoken words lingering at the tips of their tongues. Night has now fallen over the city, neon lights decorating the streets as bars become crowded and streets become busy - even more so than before.

Upon spending time together, albeit for just an hour or two, Jimin finds himself growing quite fond of Jeongguk.

At first sight, he wouldn't have expected the boy next to him to be so shy - as someone who blushes at compliments and eye contact lasting for more than a few seconds. All this is hidden beneath his attire, sporting chunky boots along with ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie - also considering that these are all black. Dark from head to toe. It almost makes him intimidating to Jimin, in a way. However, Jimin must admit it looks really good on him, it suits him, but it doesn't match his personality one bit. He's sweet and timid, all bunny smiles and dimples with big, sparkly, doe eyes - far from what Jimin would associate with the dark, edgy style he's donned in.

After another tranquil silence hangs in the air around them, Jimin looks at the watch on his wrist - noticing the clock is nearing 10 PM. He’d love nothing more than to stay here, learning more about Jeongguk, talking nonsense, just being in his presence.

He had heard Jeongguk laugh for the first time as he asked about his device name ‘Genji’. He had with a smile explained the reasoning to Jimin, talking about how it was inspired by a character named just that of his advice from a game he played - because said character is one that needs healing, in this case, charging the most often. Jimin has never found video games fun or entertaining, but when it’s Jeongguk who speaks of it; he feels as if he could listen for hours, secretly admiring the dimples that dip in his cheeks as he smiles.

“I have work tomorrow, I should probably get my eight hours of beauty sleep in before I have to wake up,” Jimin chuckles, and as much as he hates to say it - he really needs to get rest considering he’ll be working on a new choreography tomorrow, which he knows requires more energy and focus than just practicing.

They accompany each other as they make their way down from the rooftop, shoulders brushing as they walk down the stairs - slowing down as they step onto the seventh floor.

"This is me," Jimin says, head nodding in direction of the door with the number 202 on it.

Jeongguk stands quiet, a small smile on his lips as he suddenly feels awkward again - gaze wandering around the hallway, avoiding the other’s eyes.

Jimin decides to speak instead of waiting for Jeongguk to, having gathered by now that he’s someone who needs that extra push to get comfortable around someone - that it's easier for him to speak if someone helps guide the conversation forward. Although, he noticed Jeongguk slowly warming up to him on the roof; and he’d be laying if he said it doesn’t makes his heart happy.

"Thank you for meeting me tonight Jeongguk, I had a really great time," Jimin says, smiling as he backs up towards his door.

"So did I," Jeongguk replies, looking down at his boots as his smile grows bigger. "Goodnight, Jimin-ssi." He gives a small bow in Jimin’s direction.

There's really no need to be so formal anymore, there never was, but Jimin appreciates the gesture of respect nonetheless.

He decides to play along, bowing at a 90 degree to the younger angle with arms stiff against his sides. "Sleep well, Jeongguk-ssi."

Jeongguk chuckles at him, and the sound makes Jimin smile.

Minutes later, Jeongguk walks into his own apartment - adrenaline rushing through his veins because of the new, exciting experience. He lets himself lean back against the door after closing it, eyes squeezing shut as he smiles widely.

He feels stupid, like he’s a teenager with a crush. As he thinks back to what just happened, thinking about Jimin's smile, his light touches over the fabric on Jeongguk's shoulder - he feels a tickle in his gut, cheeks growing hotter as he longs to be in that presence again even though it’s only been minutes since they said goodbye.

He tries to shake the thoughts of the pink-haired away but it’s of no avail, kicking his boots off and stepping into his apartment as he exhales. He figures there's no use trying to finish his essay now, knowing his mind will wander to picture Jimin's face in his mind - try to recall the sound of his angelic laugh.

Oh, how he loves Jimin's laugh. The way he throws his head back, eyes turning into crescent moons as his hand comes up to cover his mouth - his knees almost buckling underneath him. He laughs with his whole body, and it makes Jeongguk feel a kind of joy he's never felt before. He'd do anything to hear that laugh over and over again, he’d even give up overwatch.

Jeongguk falls back on his bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he tries to rid his mind of Jimin again. It's hopeless. He's already too far gone.

The next few days go by agonizingly slow. Jeongguk sits through multiple online classes, each getting harder to concentrate on than the previous one.

He got a taste of Jimin that night, his smiles, his touch, his laugh. He got a taste of that new, alien feeling - the butterflies, the leap of his heart inside his ribcage.

He craves more. He wants to feel it again, he wants to feel that rush he felt when they first met - that joy he felt by just being with Jimin, sitting next to him and listening to his voice as he speaks.

By Friday noon, three days later, he's on his way home from the nearest store with his beloved bucket hat on as per usual, a bag in each hand as he walks back home - most of the contents being ramen and banana milk, of course. He pushes the door to his apartment complex open by turning around and pressing his back against it, squeezing himself along with the heavy bags through the frame before walking over to the elevator.

He'd secretly wish to bump into Jimin, anywhere, anytime - like he has been ever since they met on the rooftop - but he's been finding it useless so far. He still has yet to see Jimin again.

Jeongguk had been sitting in his bed yesterday, fingers itching to send an airdrop to Jimin, something like a casual ‘what’s up?’, but he never went through with it. He'd feel desperate, clingy - he didn't want to seem that way. He shut his laptop with a sigh, pulling the covers up to his chin before closing his eyes and returning to his utopia - sunsets, lofi, and Jimin.

A new addition to his paradise. Someone he's so uncertain about, someone he barely knows, but yet he feels so sure of.

Jeongguk reaches up to press the button on the wall, hissing quietly as the handles of the paper bag strains against his wrist. Only a few seconds later, the elevator doors slide open - but the small space isn't empty. In the elevator stands Jimin with messy hair, gaze moving from his phone in his hand to look before him where Jeongguk is standing.

"Oh! Jeongguk-ssi," Jimin beams, stepping out of the elevator.

Jeongguk almost feels relieved to see the bright, joyful, pink-haired boy again - heart skipping a beat at the pleasant surprise. "Hi," He exhales, eyes locking with Jimin's.

“I like your hat,” He laughs, walking by Jeongguk. “Shame it covers your pretty face.”

Jeongguk’s breath is caught in his throat by the unexpected compliment, blood rushing to his cheeks - making him thankful he has the hat on to hide it. He stays quiet, not really certain how he should respond to such words.

"I'd love to speak but I have to hurry back to work." Jimin doesn't stop as he talks, but turns around and walks backwards as he keeps Jeongguk's gaze. "Meet me later? Same time, same place?" He says with a small smile, not caring to wait for an answer before he turns around and exits the building.

Jeongguk stands frozen, eyes stuck by the door where Jimin is now nowhere to be seen. For the few seconds he got to see Jimin again, he's grateful - but he wishes their interaction wasn't so brief, too quick for him to take in the beauty that is Park Jimin.

Jeongguk returns from his pink haze as the elevator doors start sliding shut again, quickly putting a bag in between them to stop the motion before he steps inside. He feels giddy as he waits for the arrival to his own floor, staring blankly in front of him as he repeats Jimin's words in his head.

'Meet me later'.

His heart leaps in his chest, an unwanted smile spreading across his lips as he looks down at the floor in embarrassment - despite being alone in the elevator.

Jimin too, can’t help but smile as he gets into his car. Since he asked Jeongguk to meet him three days ago, since they talked on the rooftop, Jimin often caught himself thinking about the boy - wondering what he’s up to. Even when dancing, he can’t help but let his mind wander, making it difficult to focus on perfecting his moves for the new choreography.

He feels a weird, unusual connection with Jeongguk - one he’s never felt before, not even with his past lovers or any of his friends. It almost feels like they were supposed to meet that night, like it was destined. Like they’re fated to know each other.

Jeongguk finds himself sprawled across the sofa hours later, phone in hand as he repeatedly checks the time - a random k-drama playing on his TV, in which has been given minimal attention since he put it on. He lets out another sigh after looking at his phone, noticing only a little over an hour has passed since he checked it at 4 PM.

Three long hours left until he can see Jimin again.

Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours. But eventually, the clock strikes 7:50 PM and Jeongguk immediately gets up from the couch, excitement quickly spreading through his body.

Finally.

He finds Jimin the same place he was standing when they met three days ago, now sitting down on a blanket instead of leaning against the railing. He doesn’t hesitate before he starts walking closer this time, causing the older to look his way at the sound of his unusually confident footsteps.

“What’s this?” Jeongguk chuckles, gesturing to the blanket and pillows placed on the concrete.

Jimin smiles, patting the ground next to him for Jeongguk to sit down. “I figured we’d be here for a while and standing up isn’t really that comfortable.”

That’s probably for the best, Jeongguk figures, since he found himself worried Jimin would fall if he laughed too hard when they previously met. He almost wants to laugh at the memory of his doubt in Jimin’s balance.

He’s a dancer for god's sake.

Jeongguk pushes the tickling thought to the back of his head before he nods with a smile, sitting down next to Jimin before looking out over Seoul - a beautiful sunset once again painting the city in orange and pink hues.

“I missed you,” Jimin suddenly speaks, hand coming up to run soothingly over Jeongguk’s back - giving him shivers running down his spine.

Jeongguk looks at him for a few seconds before returning his gaze to the skyline with a small smile sneaking its way onto his lips. “You did?” He asks, voice quiet as he fiddles with his fingers.

“Yeah, did you miss me as well?”

You’re all I’ve been thinking about.

Jeongguk only answers with a small nod, head turning slightly to look at Jimin again - cheeks rosy with timidity. Jimin snickers at him before looking out over the city again.

“Do you wanna listen to music?” Jimin asks, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

Jeongguk feels weirdly cold despite the warm spring evening as Jimin’s hand falls from his back.

“Uh yeah, sure.”

Jimin holds it for Jeongguk to take. “Put something on.”

“Oh... I’m not sure you’ll like my taste in music,” Jeongguk shakes his head.

Jimin only laughs at his shy behaviour. “Don’t worry so much, Gguk.”

Jeongguk releases a barely audible sigh as he looks at Jimin, taking the phone from his hand hesitantly - feeling butterflies in his stomach at the nickname, the flutters only intensifying as his fingers accidentally brush over Jimin’s, tingles lingering on his fingertips at the touch.

“What do you listen to?” Jeongguk asks while he presses letters on Jimin’s phone, trying to find a playlist that looks good enough.

“I listen to a lot of different music because of work, but I really enjoy ballads with acoustic guitars and stuff - any calming music really.”

Jeongguk nods to show he’s paying attention, fingers stopping their scrolling as he finds a playlist - pressing play before handing the phone back to Jimin.

A soft beat fills the air around them, along with the lively sound of Seoul coming from the streets below them.

“Lofi?” Jimin smiles, placing the phone in between them on the blanket.

Jeongguk nods, eyes following Jimin who lays down on the blanket next to him - head landing on one of the pillows. Jeongguk follows shortly, letting himself fall back to lay beside him.

“It’s nice~” Jimin sighs in bliss, looking up at the pink sky.

Jeongguk and Jimin talk about everything and anything as the sky darkens and stars come out from hiding. Hours later they're still laying next to each other on the concrete, stargazing into the black abyss.

Jeongguk turns his head to look at Jimin, who is looking up at the celestial bodies above. "So, do you just casually airdrop strangers in your freetime?" He asks with a laugh, referring to a few days ago when he got that first notification.

Jimin chuckles, placing an arm under his head. "No, I was just really bored so I airdropped everyone available."

“I thought I was special,” Jeongguk jokes, acting disappointed as he pouts.

Jimin hits the younger’s shoulder lightly, laughing before looking up at the stars again. “You are, I haven’t met anyone else I sent the pictures to.”

"Why did you ask me to meet you?"

Jimin turns to Jeongguk again at the question, eyes meeting. "You're the only one who replied to me."

With cheeks turning rubescent at the intense gaze Jimin gives, Jeongguk looks up at the sky again as a smile creeps onto his lips. He feels his heart flutter in his chest.

"Jeongguk," Jimin says, trying to get the attention of the boy laying next to him.

"Hm?" Jeongguk hums in response, unaware as he turns his head to look at Jimin once again.

Jimin doesn't say anything else, only admires him. Jeongguk is drawn in by Jimin's stare, not wanting to look away again. He too, admires the other's face. Soft skin, pretty nose.

Pink, plush lips.

Jimin turns to lay on his side, now even closer while simultaneously causing their faces to end up only a few inches apart as they stay looking at each other. Jeongguk keeps still with bated breath as he notices Jimin's gaze fall to look at his lips - making him unconsciously part them as his own gaze falls down to admire Jimin’s, trying to imagine what they would feel like against his own.

Without thinking too much, or giving himself time to change his mind and back out; Jimin leans forward - slowly inching closer. Jeongguk's heart beats fast in his chest but he lets eyes flutter closed as he feels the brush of lips against his own, excitement and tranquility blooming in his chest all at the same time. The touch is feather-light against his lips, but it makes him feel more than he ever has before.

When Jimin finally presses his lips firmly against Jeongguk’s, it makes him exhale deeply through his nose as pink explodes in his chest.

Jimin’s hand comes up to cup Jeongguk’s cheek as he leans in further, deepening the kiss even more - making Jeongguk’s body relax against his touch and lean into it. Jimin lets his tongue swipe over Jeongguk’s bottom lip lightly, prompting them to open before he feels the younger’s tongue against his own. He feels Jeongguk’s breath tickle against his skin as the kiss intensifies.

After a few more seconds of connected lips, blissful exhales, tasting Jeongguk’s cherry lip balm, Jimin pulls away and opens his eyes to look at him. Jeongguk’s eyes stay closed as he licks his bottom lip before biting down on it, still tasting Jimin's lips on his own. Jimin licks his own lips as he watches, aching to feel Jeongguk's pressed against them again.

"Hmm, are you wearing cherry lip balm?" Jimin hums with a voice barely louder than a whisper, a small smile on his lips as he lets his thumb brush over Jeongguk’s bottom lip.

Jeongguk breaks into a bunny smile, hands coming up to cover his eyes as he turns shy at the thought of what just happened. Jimin snickers at his behaviour as he sits up, looking down on his wrist to check the time.

12:08 AM.

"It's late, we should probably-" He's interrupted by a pull of his shirt, causing him to fall back into his previous position.

This time, it's Jeongguk's turn to initiate the kiss - lips pressing against Jimin's again. He surprises himself by the action, but he can't help it - longing to taste Jimin's lips a second time, feel them against his own once more.

Jeongguk cups Jimin’s face with both hands as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, to feel Jimin even closer. He wants to stay like this forever, he wants to be with Jimin for as long as possible. He never wants to let go.

Their lips meeting holds just as much passion as before but lasts for a few seconds less before they have to part again, both needing to catch a breath because of the intensity of the kiss. Jeongguk chases after Jimin’s lips before letting his fall down on the pillow beneath him in defeat, realizing he needs to regain a steady breath as he feels his chest heave up and down.

Before standing up, Jimin places a haste, light kiss on Jeongguk's nose - making him scrunch it in an adorable manner. Jimin chuckles as he watches Jeongguk open his eyes slowly, an apparent blush laying across his cheeks as he looks up at the older.

Jeongguk's smiles with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shamelessy admires Jimin, still not moving from his position on the floor. He feels so happy.

Is this what true happiness feels like?

The end of his week turned out much different from what he ever could’ve imagined. Normally, he'd be laying on his sofa by this hour, stuffing his face with ramen while having some anime or k-drama playing on the TV - happy and relieved he’d be getting two days without having to attend any classes.

If at the beginning of this week, someone told him he’d be kissing his neighbour at midnight by the end of it - he'd think of them as crazy. Jeongguk? The timid and introverted Jeongguk? Kissing someone? He himself couldn't see it happening anytime soon. He figured it’d be too hard for him to find a connection like that with someone, considering his shy nature.

But here he is, the inside of his chest painted pink because of his love-struck state, butterflies wild in his stomach - eyes looking up to admire the person standing in front of him.

The stars in the sky seem to shine brighter than ever before. He finds himself feeling euphoric, almost high on the emotion. He feels relaxed and free of any burdens, just like the sunset they'd been watching earlier managed to make him feel.

He never planned for this to happen, he never expected his week to end up this way. But it did, by a single slip of his finger.

Jeongguk met Jimin through serendipity; a happy accident.

Happy accidents.

Oh, how happy he is they exist.

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doofboxprince · 5 years ago

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bug enthusiasm

A little fic on some Pokemon/Revue Starlight stuff. Gen, not really shippy or much of anything, tbh. There’s some kaotaba, I guess?

Anyways, please check out rosenkrone on ao3, their work is lovely and their Pokemon/Starlight fic and this AU inspired me to write my own take on things!

The sun is going down but the air is still uncomfortably muggy as they sit outside the dorms. Kaoruko is tired of fanning herself and she’s long since given up on more iced tea.The pitcher of iced tea is bordering room temperature now and it won’t be long before it turns into lukewarm tea.

For now a nap is a much better way to beat the heat and the boredom. She’s already half asleep in the chair when Ducklett startles her awake with a quack. Kaoruko sighs and yawns.

A rare little critter approaches Maya who’s reading in the chair beside her.

Maya's Ducklett quacks at it again from the patio. It chitters something back before it looks expectantly at Maya. Swablu on Maya’s shoulder regards it warily.

“That’s a Karrablast,” Kaoruko says at Maya’s raised eyebrow. “Haven’t you seen one before when you were in Unova? It’s a bug type that’s common there.”

“I didn’t have a Pokedex at the time,” Maya explains. Though despite having one now, Maya still doesn’t move to register it in her Pokedex. If it were some unknown bird Pokemon Kaoruko is sure she’d show more interest.

And if it weren’t so hot Kaoruko would be a bit more incensed that the relatively rare bug type is more interested in Maya than in herself; a patented bug connoisseur. It’s a bit insulting that the Pokemon isn’t naturally attracted to Kaoruko but she lets it go.

After all, Maya has been occasionally feeding Kaoruko’s Spinarak poffins this entire time. Surely the poffins have has caught this little critter’s attention and lured it over. Quite a bold little critter to come right up to them though, especially since it’s peak bug catching season.

Maya selects another poffin from the tin on the table. “Here.” She leans over her chair and the Karrablast happily takes the proffered poffin from her hand. Then it jumps onto Maya’s lap beside Spinarak and gets pecked at by Maya’s ever-territorial Swablu for it’s trouble.

Maya grunts as they start a fight right on top of her. Spinarak displeased by the competition joins the fray on Maya’s lap. Ducklett and Kaoruko watch unimpressed while Maya struggles to stop the stray wings and horns and legs from hitting her.

“Anyone would have seen this coming, you know. That bird of yours is always like this.” Kaoruko sighs and shakes her head. “Are you going to catch it for me, Tendou-han?”

Swablu whaps Maya in the face with a cottony wing. Kaoruko snickers.

“I don’t have Pokeballs,” Maya says after managing to pluck Spinarak off at least.

“A shame. Neither do I at the moment.” And it really is a shame, because Karrablast are almost never seen in cities like this one, except for a handful of rare days of summer when they swarm.

Briefly, Kaoruko considers going inside to get a Pokeball from someone, but that’s a bit too much work for her taste, despite the rarity of this Pokemon.

And also, the only people she actually knows are all out.

Maybe next year then. Kaoruko just gets more comfortable in her chair instead, taking a sip of her unpleasantly warming drink, as she watches the struggle. It’s a pretty passable way to pass time, if only for a short while.

Maya’s finally gotten her Swablu back in it’s Pokeball, and she's just about to drop the Karrablast off her lap, when a party returns.

Karen opens the gate with Hikari and Mahiru behind her, looking entirely too dejected. They’re all clearly exhausted though Mahiru is too polite to be dragging her feet like the other two are.

“Welcome back,” they say simultaneously.

Karen makes a muted wave at them but then she yells and points, forgoing a normally polite response.

She runs up to them with sudden haste, the bug catching net on her back wobbling wildly back and forth. She is still yelling the entire time. All signs of her exhaustion have evaporated from her.

Mahiru and Hikari approach at a much more lethargic pace, carrying equally empty cages with matching expressions of resignation.

“Karen-chan...why are you yelling?” Mahiru asks slowly. And then she sees the Karrablast on Maya’s lap. Mahiru yells in shock. “There it is!” She points to it while still holding a picnic basket in it. “It’s there! It’s right there, Karen-chan!”

Hikari blinks at it slowly.

“Is something wrong?” Maya asks.

“Goodness, what’s got you all up in a tizzy?” Kaoruko asks. “The Karrablast?”

“We’ve been looking for that all day! A Karrablast!” Karen shouts still pointing an almost accusing finger at the creature in question.

“There it is,” Hikari says dully. “A Karrablast.”

It seems like they had a rather disappointing bug hunting day.

“The heat brings out lots of bug type Pokemon,” Kaoruko starts, waving her fan at herself, “but despite being the season when they swarm, Shelmet and Karrablast are still fairly rare, especially in a city like Tokyo, you know?” She states rather matter-of-factly. “Even in the outskirts or suburbs you would have trouble. After all their habitat tends to be mostly wetlands.”

Ever the bug enthusiast, she knows all there is when it comes to them. Of course, if they wanted to go bug hunting, then like any respectable trainer they would have found out that out for themselves before heading out.

“Mh, there’s actually an area that was similar to their habitat,” Mahiru confirms with a sigh, finally dropping her finger. “We spent all weekday going out to places, as far as we could but we never found a Karrablast.”

“I guess Tendou-han’s just quite lucky then,” Kaoruko says side-eyeing the Karrablast in her lap. Despite the commotion and clamor it sits rather docilely. Such a friendly Karrablast. “Swarming season is ending, so you’re not likely to find one after today,” Kaoruko adds. “Well. Until next year that is.

Mahiru’s shoulders slump further. “Yeah.”

Hikari holds up a cage with a fussy looking Shelmet. “We got this one.”

“Ooh.” Kaoruko sits up beckoning her. Hikari brings it closer for Kaoruko to admire. “Quite, a lovely find.”

The sheen of it's armored chitin is a lustrous silver in the setting sun, a cut above most other Shelmet. Even though it surely sees the Karrablast — it’s natural enemy — neither of them look fussed. No flaring or aggression at all, though it would be natural behaviour in the wild to display aggression towards each other... Again, another surprisingly docile bug type. How well-mannered. Kaoruko hums appreciatively. “They’re perfect specimens!” She declares with a satisfied nod.

“You say that about all bug pokemon,” Mahiru comments with a smile. Well, it’s only fact.

Hikari raises the cage to inspect the Shelmet again, as if trying to understand it’s beauties. At least she’s trying.

“You have a perfectly lovely Pokemon,” Kaoruko reiterates. “You should show a deeper appreciation for the perfection that is bug types, Karen-han.”

“I know! It’s great it really is, I love snail stuff and bugs too but...I want that one!” Karen points again at the Karrablast in Maya lap. It looks utterly unfazed by the commotion. “Tendou-san! Please...trade it with me!”

“It’s not mine. You’re free to have it.”

Maya takes the Karrablast off her lap and gives it to Karen before she can even respond. It only looks mildly perturbed at being shuffled about.

“Yes! Tendou-san, thank you so much! I can't believe this! A Karrablast!” Karen spins it in her arms before stopping suddenly. “Here, I’ll give you this! A trade is only fair!”

Karen takes the caged Shelmet from Hikari, clearly intending to give it to Maya. This time, the Pokemon meet eyes and are clearly flaring.

“I don’t actually want it,” Maya says.

“Karen-han, if you do that then—”

“Wait, Karen-chan—”

“Karen—”

They evolve. Maya blinks at the strange new Pokemon sitting in the now too small cage on her lap. Karen is shocked by the Escavalier in her arms where a Karrablast used to be.

“W-what...my Karrablast..” Karen stares shocked at her Escavalier. The Escavalier pokes her in the head with one of it’s long lances. Karen drops back to her knees in despair.

“Ah, an Accelgor and Escavalier. Congratulations, you two.” Kaoruko says airily.

“You’re free to have it back, Aijou-san.” Maya opens the cage, letting Shelmet—now Accelgor exit. She has to shake it out of the tiny cage. It’s a bit stuck. It drops onto Karen’s lap, on its head before Karen helps it right itself.

Karen now sits with a Pokemon in each arm, both of them entirely too big for her.

Mahiru sighs. Hikari looks utterly unamused. They both head inside leaving Karen to mope.

“I’ll...be right there. Just give me a second,” Karen says. “I just need a second...to…process...”

“Yes, please reflect on your new acquisitions, Karen-han. It’s important to appreciate what you have.”

Ducklett takes the initiative to monopolize Maya’s lap. Idly, Maya pets it’s head. She’s already returned to her book, leaning back into her chair. She doesn’t care much for Karen’s despair and Kaoruko doesn’t really either.

Kaoruko relaxes back into her chair, hoping to catch a quick nap again. It’s almost pleasantly warm now with most of the sun having set. She’s just about to doze off when she hears a clattering at the gate again.

“Hey! We’re back!” Futaba calls cheerily. She comes through the gate with her own share of bug catching nets and cages. So that’s where she’s been. Out bug catching.

Behind her, is Junna, looking dead tired just like Hikari and Mahiru before her. Junna offers them a polite greeting upon seeing them, unlike Karen earlier. Then she walks right up to the jug of iced tea on the serving table, and pours herself a glass.

“Welcome back, dear. You’ve certainly been gone long,” Kaoruko says trying not to sound too curious about Futaba’s bug catching adventures. Let her have some space Kaoruko reminds herself. It helps to tempt down the battery of questions that are brimming. Sitting up, she offers Futaba the remnants of her iced tea then flaps her fan at her.

“Thanks!” Futaba says. Compared to Junna’s leisurely pace, Futaba practically chugs the tea, even though it’s definitely a little gross now that it’s warm instead of chilled. As expected Futaba’s face scrunches up with distaste when she finishes the tea. “Geez, it’s gross when it’s this hot.”

“Agreed,” Junna says, making a similar expression. “We should have packed more water…” She sighs.

“Daiba-san will be upset if you haven’t been hydrating yourself in this weather,” Maya comments. She pours Junna another glass. “You do have a propensity to pass—”

“J-just keep it between us!” Junna says hurriedly.

“Sorry, that’s on me this time,” Futaba says. “It got hotter than we expected today and we went out kind of far too so...keep it a secret, okay?”

“Very well. Though, I’m sure she would have been fine in your capable hands,” Maya comments.

“Of course!” Kaoruko adds haughtiful. Anybody would be fine if Futaba was around. She excels in taking care of people even she has no business too.

“I don’t know about that. Oh, pour her another glass though,” Futaba says when Junna finishes off her second glass.

“M-more?” Junna splutters.

“More,” Futaba insists.

Maya obliges, and fills her glass again. Junna looks at the no-longer-iced tea with more disdain than before, but she drinks it regardless. Albeit slowly.

Satisfied, Futaba nods and turns to Kaoruko. She plucks a Pokeball off her belt. “Here.” Futaba passes the Pokeball into Kaoruko’s hand. “You better appreciate this, these things are harder to get than we thought.”

“Hmm?” Kaoruko’s eyes widen when a Karrablast pops out of the Pokeball and onto her lap. “That’s where you’ve been sneaking off to this entire weekend? You went to find a Karrablast for me?” She asks a little awed.

Futaba grins, incredibly proud of herself. “Well? What do you think?”

Kaoruko turns her attention back to the Karrablast.

“It’s coloration...is very normal,” Kaoruko says. The blue color is as plain as most Karrablast. Unsurprisingly.

“Yup,” Futaba says with a nod, expecting her to continue.

Unlike the Shelmet, this Karrablast has a rather thin, almost soft feeling chitin. It’s actually a bit too thin compared to most other hard shelled bug Pokemon. Odd. “Maybe undernourished, or possibly because it has a different diet than other wild Karrablast....” Kaoruko muses. “If it was caught near the city rather than it’s usual habitat?” Kaoruko wonders aloud to herself.

”Swarming bugs, do tend to have very unusual diets, right?” Junna asks, seemingly the only one keeping up with her train of thought, though Futaba nods along to her inspection.

“Hmm. Likely. I’ll see what a new diet will do.” Kaoruko rubs the thin horn gently. It doesn’t jerk away. It chitters and rubs its head into her hand. Kaoruko is delighted. “It’s so bizarre! Look at how docile it is! Just like the others! This is amazing! Such a lucky streak of bugs!”

“You sure are weird about bugs. I can never tell if they’re any good or not!” Futaba says with a huff, but she’s clearly amused. She raises her hands placating when Kaoruko starts to protest.

“They’re all good Pokemon! I know I know!” Futaba laughs. “You said you wanted one didn’t you? So, here it is.” Futaba grins. “Sorry we couldn’t find a Shelmet while we were at it, we tried.”

“I can’t believe this…”

“Woah. Uh. Karen what are you doing over there…? Oh, hey! Look at that! You already got them evolved?” Futaba whistles appreciatively at Karen's new acquisitions. “Damn, and here I thought they were rare as hell. Good for you!” Futaba claps Karen on the back.

“You caught both of them and already evolved them? Argh, I really wanted to see…” Junna groans and sighs.

“You just missed it,” Kaoruko says. “It was certainly something alright.”

Karen stares enviously at Kaoruko’s Karrablast. Kaoruko pets it with a wide smile, just to rub it in a little bit.

“I can’t believe this…” Karen repeats with a dramatic groan.

“What’s with the face, Karen? You’ve got some seriously awesome Pokemon,” Futaba says.

“And we had so much trouble getting just the Karrablast,” Junna adds. “You have them both evolved already…“ Karen only looks more dejected. “Why are you moping more?” Junna asks, utterly confused.

Both of Karen’s new Pokemon abandon her. They push back into Maya space for more poffins, bored with their new unresponsive trainer. They wait patiently while Maya picks out another poffin. Such nice Pokemon, and so well-behaved!

“Indeed, Karen-han,” Kaoruko smiles delighted by Karen’s unusual streak of misfortune. “You should be thankful for such excellent Pokemon.” And they really are nice Pokemon, she wouldn’t mind having a pair of them for herself.

Perhaps sensing that thought, Karen leaps up with determination and then immediately drops back to her knees in deference.

“Kaoruko-chan, please with trade me! I’ll give you both of these Pokemon for that Karrablast!”

“Hmph, no way. Get your own.”

Karen only sighs as if having expected the total rejection. “Yeah, I figured it would be like that.”

“You wanted a Karrablast?” Junna asks with surprise. Karen nods. “Oh. Now that I think about it...don’t they look a lot like that one character you like a lot…?”

Karen nods eagerly now, momentarily delighted that Junna seems to have recognized it.

Oh. That weird brown slug thing? Or was it a crab? A cricket? It was on almost all of Karen’s belongings, though not nearly as prominent as Hikari’s obsession with Mr. White or Mahiru’s obsession with Suzdal Cat. Right now, under her overalls, she’s got one of those weird crab...slug... things printed on her shirt.

“They look totally similar, right? So I really wanted a Karrablast!”

Kaoruko doesn’t see the resemblance at all.

“Well...if you want it so bad, I have one. I can trade you,” Junna says, selecting a Pokeball from her belt.

“What? You have one?” Karen jumps from the floor. “Really? JunJun, really? Really, really, really?” Karen grabs her by the arm, shaking jumping up and down.

“Really! Now let go! Geez!” Junna huffs. She shakes Karen off. “While I was out of with Isurugi-san we found these two Karrablast at least. I was hoping we could get another pair but...”

“No, Shelmet though, unfortunately for you, huh Hoshimi?”

“Unfortunately. If we could have gotten enough to see a live evolu—”

Karen immediately cuts off Junna’s long-winded explanation before it gets any steam by grabbing her arm again and shaking it. Kaoruko mentally thanks her.

“Yes!!!! I’m so lucky, thank you! Thank you so much! JunJun! I’m so happy! I’m so glad! JunJun!”

“Okay! Take it easy! I said, let go!”

#revue starlight #appoximately 2800 words #idk i just like pokemon and revue starlight #and sometimes i like writing

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badnovels · 6 years ago

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Surprise Birthday Drabbles!

To celebrate this special day, we cooked up two Everlark drabbles just for you! Enjoy! <3<3<3

Love always,

Jackie & Caryn

The Garbage Will Do by JennaGill

Modern Everlark AU, featuring a scavenger from Jakku and lowly radar technician. I just couldn’t leave this idea alone and hope you like it! Happy Birthday Jessa!

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“C’mon Peeta, you promised,” she said through the bathroom door, fidgeting with her middle bun. A bobby pin shook loose, and she wished she’d been more attentive while her mother arranged her hair. She grabbed another from the dresser and secured her hair hiding the elastic. She checked the top and bottom buns, fussing with the details of her favorite character.

“I dunno Katniss,” wafted between the crevices, spreading tendrils of doubt that they could pull this cosplay off at the Capitol ComicCon. “It’s a lot, Katniss. I’m Kylo acting as Matt, poorly, and I just want to be me.”

She straightened her muslin bindings and wrapped on the door with her staff. He promised this for her birthday and there was no backing down now. “I haven’t had my muffin yet, Matt!” she bellowed through the thin veneer, shoulders squared up to face him.

“Fine! Could you please not yell at me, you’re stressing me out!” Peeta huffed and stepped through the door, a vision in a beige jumpsuit, safety orange vest, over-sized glasses, and wayward ashy blond waves grown out especially for today. “You can’t even see how shredded I am in this,” he muttered and stomped across the room, grabbing his wrench.

“There’s my Undercover Star Killer Base Boss,” she drawled, proud of his transformation. She hooked her finger under his stiff collar and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “If you keep this up Matt, I’ll treat your light saber right tonight…”

He hummed in approval, “Lead the way, Mrs. Radar Technician, lead the way.”

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The Seventh Floor by Papofglencoe

A/N: Modern AU Everlark ficlet. Rated M/Eish? Basically this is just library porn, with a nod to a mutually beloved author (who would be appalled by this). Happy birthday, Jessa!

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She watched, her mouth hanging slightly agape in shock at the sight of him, as he strode past the circulation desk and jabbed the call button for the staff elevator.

A goddamn masterpiece. That’s what he was, his wavy golden hair and the t-shirt stretched taut over his thick, muscular shoulders damp from getting caught in the summer squall outside. A fucking Picasso. Or a Renoir. Or… or one of the other names she really should have paid more attention to in any of the countless art museums in D.C. that she’d been dragged into in the past couple years. None of the masters she could think of now came anywhere close to capturing his beauty.

As the elevator descended, groaning on its ancient cables, Katniss had the ridiculous thought that even the machinery was bowing to him, drawn to him not because it was summoned, but from the magnetic pull of simply wanting to be near him, prostrate at his feet.

When the rheumatic elevator doors finally wheezed open, after what seemed like three delicious years of gaping at his ass, he glanced over his shoulder toward her. His shockingly blue eyes, framed by a pair of ill-fitting, black-rimmed glasses, locked on hers, and the ghost of a smirk flitted across his lips. He stepped onto the elevator, the doors sliding shut between them, and she would have written him off as a phantom, some gorgeous ghoul conjured by boredom and a dash of paranoia, if the panel above the elevator wasn’t marking his progress upward.

As he made his way higher, to the fourth, then fifth, then sixth floor of the library, her pulse sped up, hammering violently throughout her body. She could feel the blood throbbing in her neck, in her ears—so loud the world fell silent around her. The blood stampeded through her arms to the tips of her trembling fingers. It pushed her heart to its aching limit. It coaxed its way between her legs, heating her, inspiring her.

She squirmed on the stool where she sat, watching the number “7” light up. The elevator halted, waiting at the top floor of the library to be called again.

He’d gone to the seventh floor—a quiet floor—its stacks housing all the language and literature books the university owned. Of course that’s where he’d go.

“So, ah, I know no one asked me, but I vote you go find that nerd.”

Her coworker’s caustic tone snapped Katniss out of whatever trance he’d put her in the moment he’d walked through the library’s double doors.

“Eh,” Katniss demurred, nervous at the mere thought of it. “I don’t know…”

Her brain began to list out all the reasons it was a terrible idea. It was the week before finals. The library was swarming with students, and the circulation desk had been slammed all morning. To make matters worse, her boss was in the office today—albeit probably passed out drunk at his desk. Katniss looked at the mountain of books that needed to be checked back in and sorted onto carts for reshelving. She imagined the mountain growing to epic heights in the next twenty minutes, avalanching and smothering Johanna Mason to death.

Actually, that last part was sort of a pleasant thought.

“Listen up,” Johanna sighed. “I can go on pretending I don’t know it’s your birthday and be the spectacular bitch to you that I usually am. But I’m feeling generous today, I guess. And I know for a fact that loverboy was shooting ‘fuck me’ eyes at you. So…” She waved her hand dismissively at Katniss. “Scram. If anyone comes looking for you, I’ll tell them you’re on the can from whatever crap you ate at the Union for breakfast.”

Katniss bit her lip, her nerves warring with the overwhelming urge to go find him. Not that she had any idea what to expect, or even to say, if she did. “Well…”

Johanna shot her a withering look, her limited patience with her having already run threadbare.

It was enough.

“Fine. Cover for me. But if anyone asks where I am, don’t say anything about the “can.” Tell them I took my break early.”

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What the fuck was she doing anyway? This wasn’t like her at all. This was reckless and wild and… and so completely unlike any script she’d ever followed. It’s not that she was a great respector and worshipper of the rules—not at all. She’d trespassed more times than she could count into local hotels to use their swimming pools. She’s smoked pot with her best friend Gale since she was fifteen, either lying to her mother or sneaking out in the night to get stoned in the playground of the local elementary school (“drug free zone,” her ass). Katniss was openly disdainful of authority, and, if she was not mistaken, she’d dreamt just last night that she’d embarked on a personal mission to assassinate President Trump (best dream ever).

But when it came to boys…

It was different.

She found him down one of the British literature aisles, a copy of Persuasion open in his hands. At the sound of her steps, he looked toward her, his cheeks flushing a ruddy pink. He snapped the book shut and carelessly stowed it back in what was probably not its place, the spine jutting out a couple inches.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp in the almost sacred silence of the stacks.

“Hey,” she murmured back, wiping her suddenly clammy palms on her skirt. The thread connecting them pulled her toward him, the force of it unwilled but never more welcomed.

She stopped about a foot from him, unsure what to do next. Really, it was up to him.

The glasses he was wearing sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose, a little too low. Not fitted for him. He pushed them up with one finger, but it did nothing to hide the fact that the glasses were also crooked.

“Sexy specs.” She smirked at him, hopelessly lost for him.

“Well,” he sighed, smiling down at her. “Unfortunately, my girlfriend has a thing for nerds, so I’m sort of stuck wearing them.”

“For now,” Katniss amended.

“Or,” he shrugged, “you know… whenever she wants.”

Katniss barked out a laugh, remembering too late where they were. She clapped a hand over her mouth to silence herself. In the distance, somewhere on the floor, she heard a chair push back and the soft snores of someone who’d lost their battle with studiousness.

It was probably a terrible idea, what they were going to do. Technically, they could get expelled. Or possibly arrested. But the minute Peeta had cracked a joke, in passing, about fucking her brains out in the library, it had become the fantasy that had sparked a hundred orgasms for her. It had been months, and it was all she could think about.

It was a terrible idea.

As the thought of what they were going to do came to her, Peeta seemed to read it on her body. Before she could change her mind, he had her pinned against the shelves, the hard planes of his body perfectly molded to the soft planes of hers, like two pieces made to lock together.

“Happy birthday,” he breathed against her neck before biting down on the flesh, sucking it between his teeth, nearly to the point of pain.

Katniss gasped, her hips involuntarily bucking at the sensation. As his tongue flicked the tender spot he’d left in the crook of her neck, Peeta grabbed one of her legs, winding it around him.

“You wore the perfect skirt,” he rumbled into her skin, burying two fingers deeply, shockingly fast, inside her.

Katniss’ head lolled back, ecstasy and agony raging through her. She wanted to burn alive, burn with him, burn this place to the ground. When she moaned, he leaned in and bit her lip harshly, punishingly.

“Shhhh,” he reminded her, his fingers curling inside her in a taunt. Teasing her, tormenting her, commanding her to moan again.

“Nerds don’t…” she gasped, her hands desperately trying to find their way into his pants, trying to grasp onto him, to feel him and love him. “Nerds don’t kiss like that.”

“Lucky for you, then, I’m not a nerd.” He backed away slightly, taking his fingers and the heat of his body with him. It felt like a cataclysm, that loss of his warmth and steadiness.

But instead of losing him, Katniss watched him sink to his knees in front of her, his hands coasting down her body, over her tits, her tummy, to her hips. He squeezed them, bracketing them with his hands as if touching her was painful to him somehow. He kissed her pubic bone softly over the fabric of her skirt, then dipped his head and bit her thigh.

“Oh god,” she said, wondering if god himself could see, could hear, would know what was happening. Wondering if god thought the creation before her was half as perfect as Katniss did.

She pointed upward, her arm flailing against the shelf. Amis, Austen, Auden went tumbling down around them as Peeta lifted her leg onto her shoulder and, moving the narrow fabric of her panties aside, began to speak to her in a language they’d made themselves.

“They’ll see,” she panted, her index finger pointing to nowhere.

She could feel the rumble of Peeta’s laughter against her, seeping into her and moving her. His breath was hot against her, his hands bruisingly clutching at her ass.

“Then let’s put on a good show.”

#jennagill #papofglencoe #everlark #fanfiction #omg the fuck #I didn't expect this at all #you're both so busy with your lives thank you so much #MATT ROLEPLAY omg bitch you know that's my dream #and austen nerd sex in a library??#this is like tailor custom made perfection fic #thank yall you're the best #much love #submission

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cursed-saphire-hart · 7 years ago

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Just Being Kids

Zero belongs to @croctus Tzili belongs to @amethyst-lunar-rose-dragon Otis belongs to me ♡

Title: Just Being Kids Pairing: N/A Au: St. Sea Angel Word Count: 1,506 Rating: T Summary:

It was the last day of school before Thanksgiving break started and most of the students were busy packing to go home for the holiday.

The campus would be mostly empty other than the few students and teachers that would be staying.

Tzili and Zero were among such students.

Zero's mothers would be too busy during the holiday, as they often were, and he saw no point in returning home. While the demon girl on the other hand, her case was a lot different. She just didn't have a home to go back to. This was not an uncommon occurrence for those in the special dorms, it happened many times throughout the school's history as Zero came to learn.

The two of them were sitting on the steps watching as the other left for their homes.

"So… what exactly do you do for thanksgiving here?" The pup asked out if boredom, the red eyed girl shrugged, "The dorm master makes dinner and we basically lounge around or work on assignments the whole break." she answered in her usual monotone.

"Sounds like a blast…"

After everyone who were leaving were gone, the two went back inside.

Tzili went to her room and Zero went to his. The dorms were quiet for once with most of the students gone.

Though what he found back in his dormroom surprised him more than the silence.

"What are you still doing here?" The hound pup asked his roommate as the fox kit kept working on leftover school work at his desk. "My parents are going overseas for a work thing, and my sister is spending time with her boyfriends," The kit answered as he kept his eyes as the assignment he was working on.

The pup flicked his brown furred tail as he walked over to his bed, "I thought you said your grandparents wanted you to visit for Thanksgiving?"

"I did, and they do, so what?" Zero could hear the tension in his voice, "So why aren't you-" before he could finish the pencil Otis was using caught on fire startling the kit, "Whoa Jeez!" causing him to fall over in his chair with a loud thud.

Quickly, the kit put out the small fire before it could spread to anything else, "Darn it! I'm running out of useable pencils as it is!" the white kit huffed throwing away the chard pencil.

"By the way, have you finished any of your holiday assignments yet?" Otis asked changing the subject, "The teacher said they're due by the end of the break."

"You mean the whole essay on what I'm suppose to be thankful for?" Zero clicked his tongue, "No, I haven't even started on the damn thing."

"You shouldn't curse."

"You're not my boss."

Otis sighed, "I never said I was."

The pup turned over in his bed, and the room went quiet again.

Otis kept doing his work and when it was finished he left the room. Any other day, the kit would bug the pup non-stop to try and hang out together. But now, it was different, "I guess even he gets angry…" Zero sighed scratching his head.

After a while of sitting in her room finishing up her work, Tzili decided to take a break and walk around for a bit after making sure her demons were secure in their plush toy forms. "I should probably let them out later to run around for a bit," she reasoned to herself as she walked down the hall.

The red eyed girl stepped outside and was met with the sound of the chains of the swings creaking and squeaking as the kit slowly rocked back and forth.

"I was wondering why it was so quiet," the demon girl said, buy the fox didn't lift his head, "You're usually following Zero around like a duckling." Lightly, she tugged on the kits ear trying to get him to respond, "I've only seen you mope two other times, what brought this one?" she asked insisting he respond.

"Nothing…" Otis sighed and Tzili tugged harder making the other flinch, "That's bull, you'll feel better if you just tell me."

"And I mean that physically and emotionally."

After a bit of explaining, Tzili understood why one of her only friends was moping around the swing set and decided to take the free swing.

"So you still haven't warmed up to your grandparents," the girl said swinging a bit, "I get why your relationship is so strained with them, but I never woulda thought even you could hold such a grudge."

Otis just flicked his tail.

"That being said," With a hard smack to the back of his head, the kit fell to the ground again, "Don't mope around like it's the end of the world that Zero asked about it." she got up and grabbed him by the back of his hoodie, "That's just stupid." with a hard pull she pulled him to his feet without much effort.

"Sorry…" the white haired boy said dropping his head again, "Don't apologize, foxy, there's nothing to be sorry about."

The two went back inside deciding they had been out long enough. After taking off his shoes the kit started trotting down the hall, "Where are you going?" Tzili asked as she watched him leave, "To see if Zero wants to play the gamecube with me!" the fox yipped happily as he headed back to his room.

The brunette shook her head, "Well… I guess even a fake smile is ok for now…"

The next day Tzili managed to drag the hound pup into a few activities the fox kit had suggested, they had a free day, so they might as well spend it having fun being normal kids who didn't have to study magic circles, hexes and how to mix potions.

"Say 'Uncle'!"

Though they're version of normal still meant quite a few loud and hectic moments as well.

"Never!" the hound pup snarled despite being pinned by the older girl, meanwhile the fox kit was busy setting out some snacks he made and some cups filled with juice.

"Try not to get to rowdy, you guys already broke one of the gaming controllers," Otis sighed watching the two as they continued to wrestle.

After a bit, the two managed to get out the extra energy, they all managed to settle down for a snack.

"How many times is it now, 4-0?" Tzili asked smiling behind her cup of juice, "You really need to sharpen your skills, or you're gonna end up as kibble one day."

"Shut up…" Zero growled shoving a spoonful of fruit jello in his mouth.

"Don't fight guys…" Otis sighed for the 10th time that afternoon, as they ate, the room became silent.

Though as quickly as the silence came, it was shattered just as fast as the three started laughing about nothing special.

After finishing their snacks, the three put in a videogame to play. When the game started to get boring the three decided to was a good idea to have a race around the dorms to burn off some energy while waiting for dinner.

And once that night's dinner was eaten, they started watching holiday movies and camped out in the rec room.

And for the next few days, they three just hung out together, playing board games, going outside to run around like the wild animals they were, and coming back inside for movies and snacks.

These things were mundane, the activities were common everyday ones, and lacked anything extraordinary…

At least that's how most kids would see it.

While the reality was, the opportunity to be normal kids and to have peace of mind for awhile without the supernatural budding in one way or another wasn't a common thing for students in the special dorms.

So when they could spend their time not worrying about studying how to mix potions or learning about the things that could potentially kill them, it was time well spent.

Soon all the students who were still at the dorms were called into the dining room for thanksgiving dinner. The food was all set out,leaving the students to fill their own plates.

And once they're plates were filled they all sat down for a big meal to fill their stomachs.

They all always ate together, and while there were only a few of them there, the atmosphere was warm and welcoming.

After the meal was eaten, the three crashed in the little nest of blankets they made in the rec room and started to doze off from their full stomachs as another movie played.

Thanksgiving break wasn't over yet, and they still had plenty of time to roughhouse and play around, but for now, it was just a time to relax and be lazy.

They were still kids after all.

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