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a great thing [Miguel Diaz x Fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)

(~from the vault~)

He left you a voicemail telling you he had news less than an hour before he was kicked down the second floor.

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[ . . .]

Exhausted was the word.

For exactly two weeks and two days, you slept on the unbelievably uncomfortable couch in Miguel’s hospital room, adamant about doing so no matter what anyone told you.

And everyone tried to tell you something.

Carmen, Rosa, Sensei, Demetri, Hawk, Aisha (through phone), even Sam. Nothing made you budge: you were staying until he woke up and that was final.

You’d wake up in the morning, have lunch with Carmen and Rosa, talk to him in hopes that he could hear you, go home, take a shower, change, get back and repeat. Every single day.

Every day was harder.

Every friend that came to visit with that look on their face, every visit from Sensei, every time his mom would break down crying and beg for him to make it through, every prayer from his grandma, every one-sided conversation you’d have with him as he stayed unconscious. Everything was harder these days.

So yeah, you were exhausted.

Sometimes Hawk would bring you lunch for you to share, and he’d distract you with conversation that he’d occasionally include Miguel in with a “you hear that, man?” or something of the sort, which made you smile.

Or Demetri would bring you comic books to keep you entertained, staying a couple hours at a time and silently reading beside you to keep you company.

Aisha called every day to check in and Sam visited once in a while. Sensei Lawrence visited all the time, his mom and Yaya were obviously always there, even Daniel LaRusso visited once. But nothing really felt like real company when Miguel was there but not really there.

You’d been spending day after day without your best friend and you were starting to grow a sort of anger towards everyone and everything, replaying the fight over and over in your head and growing more and more irritated as the days went by. God help Robby Keene if he ever got face to face with you.

And then Miguel woke up.

After two entire weeks and almost everyone around you losing hope, he woke up, while you were asleep. You woke up scared, groggy, confused about all the noise: the loud beeping, the yells, the motioning, the sudden amount of people in the room, Carmen yelling Miguel’s name- oh no, was he… no, his mom wasn’t yelling out of despair. She was happy.

And you realized it: he was awake.

He was awake!

He was awake and trying to talk and god damn you couldn’t see a thing through the tears and it was like you were paralyzed, unable to move as you processed the situation, barely believing what was happening. This had to be a dream, it had to be, but it wasn’t!

The day after that, you slept in the hospital room yet again. In the same unbelievably uncomfortable couch, but you slept way, way more comfortably than the nights before. The usual ‘good night’ directed at him every night was met with a smile this time.

The day after that one, you went home. For the first time in two weeks and three days, you slept in a bed. Your two-week suspension was already done with, but you let yourself sleep well into the afternoon.

Everything that happened during the days after that was a blur, nothing short of a rollercoaster. You cried silently while Miguel and you watched as a doctor told his mom he would maybe never be able to walk again and you hugged Hawk tight when he told you he’d gathered money to help pay for the medical costs and you went back to sleeping on the couch in the cold hospital room after the surgery.

And then the day came. Miguel was finally out, and you couldn’t even believe it.

He deserved a great thing, for a change.

“Holy shit! You haven’t seen actual sunlight in so long! How’s it feel?”

“Yeah I kinda feel like a vampire,” he remarked, covering his eyes from the sun with his hands. Carmen and Rosa walked within a distance behind the two of you as you pushed his wheelchair forward.

“You know you don’t have to push me?”

“Yeah but it’s fun.”

“Not more fun than being the one riding the wheelchair.”

“Oh we’re bragging? Push yourself then.” You pretended to be mad and retrieved your hands from the handles, crossing your arms in front of your chest in fake indignation, and he turned the chair to face you, feigning offence.

“Wow I thought you’d go easier on me after everything!”

“I would never go easy on you.”

“Wait! I just had the best idea.”

“Okay?” You said as for him to go on, not entirely trusting him.

“Sit on my lap.”

“What?” You ignored the burning feeling on your cheeks, blaming it on weirdness of the proposition, not what he was telling you to do.

“Sit on my lap! If you’re so jealous I’ll take you with me.”

“No way.”

“Why?”

Yeah, why? “Because- because we’re so gonna fall!”

“No we’re not! Do you not trust me?”

“I don’t, actually!” You let out a laugh.

“Shut up!” He exclaimed, smiling that smile of his.

Yeah, that one. Could you really say no to that? “Oh, my God,” you muttered, but did as he said, carefully sitting yourself down on his thighs.

“Okay, ready?”

“No?”

“Wrong answer!” He pulled on the wheels fast, picking up speed, and you had to support yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Miggy! Don’t do that!” His mom yelled after you, and you both laughed, out of breath with the adrenaline, when he stopped.

You waited as Rosa and Carmen walked up to you, only noticing you were still on his lap when Rosa shot you a funny look.

[ . . . ]

“Oh my God, Carmen, this is so good!” You exclaimed as you ate, Miguel agreeing with you eagerly by nodding his head.

“Thank you, mija! I missed having dinner with my baby,” she added, smiling at Miguel.

“We’ve had dinner together every day since I woke up!”

“Not proper dinner at the table! Different things, Miggy.”

As dramatic as it sounds, you couldn’t help but think about how utterly alive Miguel made all three of you.

You finished the food quickly and took off to Miguel’s room. You both laid on his bed on opposite ends, both facing the ceiling, in a comfortable silence that came after about an hour of talking about random things.

You propped yourself up by your elbows to face him. “Do you want me to stay over?”

He tilted his head to look back at you. “What?”

“If you want me to. I know it’s your first night out and all-”

"Why wouldn’t I want you to?” He smiled, and you couldn’t fight a smile yourself.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Guys?”

“Yeah mom?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah!”

With that, Carmen opened the door immediately, smiling at the sight of the two of you. “Just making sure. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, mom,” he laughed. She’d been checking in way more often than usual, but Miguel understood. He always understood.

"Just asking,” she smiled. “Do you need me to take you home, sweetheart?” She asked you, and you turned to Miguel, sharing a look that silently told him ‘I’m not the one asking her!’

“Um can Y/N stay over tonight? Just tonight?”

“Yeah of course! Sweetheart you know you can always stay over. I’ll bring you some blankets, we can-”

“Anything’s fine! Really.”

“Oh honey I’m sorry you won’t be comfortable-”

“It’s alright, promise!” You reassured her, and she was back with about 5 blankets in no time, laying four on the floor right next to Miguel’s bed for you to lay on and handing the fifth to you for you to cover yourself with, along with a pillow too.

[. . .]

You were both stupidly tired-- and reasonably so- but neither of you could sleep. You tossed and turned around on your make-shift blanket mattress but just couldn’t seem to find a comfortable enough position, sighing in frustration at the empty tries.

“You okay?” Miguel spoke up in a whisper, scaring you. Wasn’t he asleep?

“Did I wake you up?”

“No. Was awake.”

“Can’t sleep either?”

“Is it the floor?”

“No, it’s fine-”

“You wanna come up here?”

“What?”

“I think there’s room for the two of us. I’m not that ripped, you know, I don’t take up that much space” he joked.

You chewed on your bottom lip, unsure if this was a good idea. "You sure?”

“Yeah it’s fine.”

As you went silent, deciding on what to actually do, you head Miguel shifting his body around to try and make room for you.

“Just- just climb up here.”

You got up and did as he said, struggling to make yourself fit in the bed with him. "This isn’t gonna work,” you commented.

“Yes it is, wait,” he moved your shoulders, turning your back to him, and scooted closer to the wall to make more space for you.

“Isn’t this uncomfortable for you? It’s gonna give you pressure sores.”

“How do you know about pressure sores?”

“I pay attention to what your doctors say!”

“Stop worrying!” You could hear him smiling as he whispered to you. “My legs are positioned right, if you wanna know so bad.”

“Fine. But you better not be lying.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’m… not gonna invite you to my ninth birthday party.”

“Okay that’s way too low even for you.”

“Yeah so I’d be careful.”

“Copy that.”

It was all peacefully quiet for no more than about twenty seconds before he started moving his arms around.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know where to-” he moved his arm around, settling on placing it around your waist, carefully. “Is this okay?”

You felt yourself inhale a sharp breath. It should be okay. Right? It should be completely and totally chill and fine and normal. “Yeah it’s fine.” You didn’t know if he had heard the hesitation in your voice, but he questioned you again.

“Is this weird?”

“What do you mean?”

“This? We’re kinda cuddling.”

“Why, is it weird for you? I- I can go back to the blankets-” you were already moving to stand up but he pulled you closer to his body by your waist.

“No! I- I mean- it’s not. I’m just asking. Cause I don't want you to be uncomfortable. This is fine.”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure you’re not uncomfortable? You know you don’t have to lie right?”

“No, I'm not! I promise. This is… nice. Uh- you know what I mean.”

You didn’t, exactly. “Yeah.”

Silence again.

“Did you actually sleep on that couch every night?”

"Why are you thinking about that?"

"'Cause we're talking about being comfortable and that did not look comfortable."

You laughed. “Yeah it wasn't exactly the best sleep of my life."

“Was it better than my bedroom floor?”

You let out a loud laugh and elbowed his chest slightly. “Your mom was very nice for setting that up for me!”

“Hey don’t hit me! I just got out of the hospital!”

“Oh that’s very sweet of you to think I care.”

“Oh I know you care! ‘Cause someone slept in the hospital for two weeks for me.”

“Okay, okay, let’s get back to talking about your bedroom floor.”

“No take backs! You were worried about me.”

“Yeah no shit.” Your tone wasn't playful anymore.

He paused. “I’m sorry I scared you like that.”

“Dude, you’re the one who got pushed down the second floor. You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yeah,” he let out a weak laugh. “I guess.”

God, these silent pauses were getting unbearable. “What were you gonna tell me?”

“What?” He questioned, clearly confused.

“You left me a voicemail. Before- you know.”

“Yeah. Right.” Was his heart actually beating a little faster or were you imagining it?

“I know it’s probably something stupid that probably doesn’t matter now, that’s- that’s why I didn’t mention before but-”

“But?”

“It’s stupid.”

"You can tell me.”

“I uh. I replayed it a lot. While you were- you know.”

“You did?”

You couldn’t believe he sounded so surprised. Was it that surprising that you wanted to hear his voice again while was in a coma for weeks?

“I mean it was kind of the last thing you said to me before it happened. I didn’t actually talk to you that day so.” When he didn’t say anything, you tried to lighten up the mood, cursing yourself for bringing it down. “I’ve even got it memorized!”

“No you don’t,” he laughed.

“I do!”

“No way!”

“Do too!” You fake-gasped feigning being offended, turning around to face him- startling yourself for a half-second when you realized how close your face was to his, causing you to turn a bit more to lie on your back so you could face the ceiling instead of him, though he very much hadn’t let go of your waist in the process.

You once again set your mind elsewhere to avoid thinking about it too intently, clearing your throat dramatically before imitating the way he spoke.

“‘Um. Hey. Sorry I didn’t walk with you today. I’m not- I’m not ignoring you or anything. I just- I figured something really important out last night and I- I was gonna tell you like… 10 minutes ago but I didn’t- shit I have five more seconds anyway I’ll tell you at lunch bye-’ and then you got cut off.”

“Holy shit. I don’t even remember what I said word for word like that.”

“You had other things going on,” you joked, looking at him (though not turning your body to face him again yet) for a moment before averting your eyes to the ceiling again.

“You replayed it every day?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s cute.”

“Shut up. So… what is it? You made me wait for weeks, you need to tell me!"

He shifted a bit. “Uhhhh-”

“Come oooonn, you seemed excited about it!”

“Yeah but it’s not- it’s not that big of a deal.”

Now you’d gained back enough composure to actually turn your head to look at him. “You said it was really important!”

“I… didnt?” He tried.

You only quirked an eyebrow up at him. He sighed.

“Did you actually get back with Sam? Is that it?”

“What?”

“I mean Tory was obviously pretty pissed. And the same day barely half an hour before all that happens you tell me you’ve got big news?”

“I’m not back with Sam.”

“I’m not gonna judge you if you are! Well I am actually. Obviously. But not that bad!”

“I’m not with Sam!”

“So Tory really did all that for nothing?”

“I mean, kind of? I did break up with her the night before. Right before Sam found me. And then Sam kissed me and guess Tory saw it but- we didn’t- we didn’t get back together.”

“What was it you wanted to say then?”

Silence.

“Did you get yourself in something? Is it bad?”

“I- I’m in love with you.” He was so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

“I mean it seems-” wait. “what?”

He let go of your waist, pushing his body up so he could sit down, you doing the same. “I’m sorry. I didn’t- I wasn’t gonna tell you like this. That’s- pretty obvious, but- I even. I left sensei a voicemail about it too-”

Non-stopping rambling from his part, complete silence from yours.

“I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you like this and it’s- it’s fine if you don’t-”

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Shut up. Just- for a second.”

“Oh- okay.” He stopped the rambling, but his widened stare kept itself trained on yours, as if trying to pry your thoughts out of your head through them.

You took a deep breath, trying to rationalize out loud what he’d just told you. “You’re in love with me. That’s what you were gonna tell me.”

“Yeah.”

“How do you know?"

He seemed taken aback by the question. It was understandable that it was not the first think he would've imagined you to say in return of his confession. “How do I- know? I guess. I guess Sam kissed me that day. And I tried to kiss her back to see if there was anything still there, but there… wasn’t. And I had like just broken up with Tory for that exact same reason. I was dating these girls I didn’t have feelings for and I couldn’t figure out why I didn’t have feelings for them.”

“'Cause you’re in love with me,” you said, more to yourself than to him.

“I mean- yeah. I’m sorry. I can- I can sleep on the couch if you want-”

That snapped you out of your trance-like confused state. “I’m not making you sleep on the couch, idiot!”

“But-”

“Are you sure? Like 100%?”

“Yeah, but-” It was impulsive, and you knew you probably should’ve said something before doing it, but what better way to show him you liked him back- as you’d just figured out yourself that very moment- than kissing him? So you did just that: you kissed him. In the dark, in his room, on his bed, with a million different problems to deal with, but that little moment, with him smiling against your lips, that was yours. A tiny little great thing in the middle of the chaos around you.

Yet another silence followed after you slowly pulled away from him, but this one was comfortable, content.

Miguel smiled at you. “So does this mean you like me back ooor?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, smiling too, before pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt and kissing him again. You could definitely, without a doubt, get used to this.

“We’ve been friends for years and we haven’t done this before?” He asked, out of breath, when you pulled away again and you laughed, feeling light as a feather.

“We should go to sleep, Diaz." You teased. "Your mom’s gonna get mad at me if you don’t sleep enough.”

“I am so in love with you.”

“Aw you have a crush on me? that’s embarrassing.”

“Shut up!”

"Yeah, yeah I'm in love with you too or whatever."

Maybe you deserved a great thing for a change too.

#from the vault #miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz imagine #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #mars writes

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nostalgicninjas · 7 months

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EVERY SAM AND TORY SCENE/MENTION (1/?)

“The Moment Of Truth�� — Cobra Kai Season 2 Episode 4

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ariesqueencobra · 10 months

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what we used to be | lll

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're excited that your relationship with Eli is flourishing. A big fight leaves you and him making a decision that could benefit your lives.

Warnings: bullying, slut-shaming, kissing, violence (school fight/karate)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: A short and sweet chapter but I love it! Make sure that if you want to see more of this story to comment and reblog! Comments let me know what you like about the story and reblogs help others see the story! Thanks!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“I’m sorry to hear about what happened at the dance,” you frowned, sitting on your bed.

You and Aisha finally made time for your hang-out. It was agreed between the two of you to go to your place.

It had been a few days since you and Eli kissed. You both hadn’t talked about it, but it was unspoken between the two of you that it was where you wanted to be.

While your mind had been distracted by that plus the emotional turmoil that was caused by Yasmine and Moon–it was nice to just be with a friend.

“Don’t worry about it, it sucks, for sure,” she sighed. “But I joined Cobra Kai,” she smiled. “Sensei’s teaching me how to actually kick ass”.

“Woah, really? I’m happy for you,” you nodded.

You were happy she joined the dojo. At least one of you is building confidence to stand up against Yasmine.

“If you want to build strength, join Cobra Kai. We can use more students too,” she suggested.

“I don’t know, it sounds intense,” you winced.

You don’t think you’d do well in an aggressive environment such as that. Based on how Miguel talks about his sensei and now Aisha? You don’t think you’d last a day.

“It’s not that bad, honestly,” she reassured. “Before it felt like I didn’t have anything to use to get back at Yasmine, but now I have this confidence, this strength. Something I have that she doesn’t,” she licked her lips. “But you really wanna know the truth?”

You leaned forward, telling her you did.

“I’m doing this to better myself,” she smiled. “I’m the best version of myself I can be and it’s so freeing,” she sighed out.

“Wow, maybe I’ll put some more thought into it,” you hummed.

That freedom she was talking about was calling your name and for once in the few weeks you’ve heard of Cobra Kai, you really considered it.

You were reviewing your Calc homework before the big test today at your locker when a familiar voice called your name. You looked to your right, happy to see Eli.

“Hi, oop,” you were taken aback when he greeted you with a kiss. “Hi,” you felt your cheeks warm, your hand clutching your locker door.

“Was that okay?” his eyes grew worried that he went overboard.

“Yeah,” you sheepishly said, reassuring him. “I’m just still getting used to it,” you giggled.

And it was true.

Going from best friends to kissing each other was such a huge jump. It wasn't the norm even as excited as you were that you got to kiss the boy you’ve been in love with since you could remember.

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” you chewed on your lip, closing your notebook.

“I hope so,” he smiled, hiking his shoulders up.

“Cool,” you nodded, checking your phone for the date to remember it.

“I’ll walk you to class?” he offered and you nodded.

Your hands became intertwined and for once you felt more than complete. You couldn’t wipe your smile off when you went into class, your mind not even thinking about limits or functions because you had a boyfriend!

You were walking alongside Eli and the boys to your lunch table, happy to see that Aisha was there.

The whole cafeteria grew silent though when Sam threw a tray onto the floor. Oohs were whispered around. The four of you slowed down as you stayed back and observed.

“You see that billboard with the giant dick? I guess, Sam takes after her dad,” Kyler had a shit-eating grin on his face.

The cafeteria got riled up at the awful comeback.

You saw the way Sam’s eyes coated with anger, her jaw clenched, gaze narrowed. You felt for her, truly.

She seemed like such a nice person and a good friend, based on what Aisha told you, but you didn’t understand why she was friends with such assholes.

You didn’t know what was going to happen between them until Miguel spoke up.

“Oh no,” you said under your breath.

He slammed his tray on the table next to Aisha before approaching Kyler. “Why don’t you shut the hell up and stop being an asshole?”

“Want another beat down, Rhea?” Kyler shoved him.

Miguel grunted as he fell back but caught himself on the chair behind him.

“I’m ready for your lame-ass karate this time,” Kyler shoved him again.

“It’s not lame-ass karate,” Miguel gritted just as Kyler went in for a punch but he blocked it, gripping his arm that caused pain to radiate all over his face. “It’s Cobra Kai,” he said before knocking him straight in the teeth.

“Woah,” Eli said.

Blood spilled from Kyler’s nose, anger coursing through him before he body-slammed Miguel into the table, dragging him by the neck to another. People moved and jumped out of the way as Kyler got him in a headlock, but Miguel elbowed him in the gut, grabbing him by the arm and pulling it behind him, using that leverage to punch him in the cheek and then kicking him.

“No mercy!” Aisha shouted.

So much passion, you thought.

Another guy came behind Miguel but he anticipated it, sweeping him right off his feet. Then two others came but he got them too, kicking one in the stomach and another in the face.

Using his chance to run, Miguel rolled over a table, grabbing onto a tray. He kicked a chair towards an attacker before using the tray to hit Kyler and the blond one.

He kicked and hit, knocking them down until Kyler charged at him. He jumped onto a table, sweeping his leg behind him, and kicking him before he knocked the corner of the tray right into his face.

He actually did it.

He took down at least six guys by himself.

Miguel stared in amazement, at the crowd surrounding him.

You felt so proud of him, being very impressed but his victory was cut short when Counsloer Blatt ordered him to come down.

Eli’s mouth pressed against yours, your hands placed on either side of his face while his hands were on your arms.

It was awkward navigating kissing but it was also the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

“We should probably get back to homework,” you said, face hot and lips puffy as you pulled away. “Before your mom catches us,” you licked your lips, growing flustered at the thought of being caught.

This was the only way you’d agree to have a make-out session with Eli—at his house, not yours. If your dad found you guys locking lips, that would be the end of Eli. Frankly, you didn’t want that to happen.

Still, you wanted to keep your fresh relationship under the ropes from your parents.

“Sure,” he nodded sheepishly, grabbing his pen.

You were doing homework at his house today, Demetri declining because he didn’t “want to get in the way of young love”. The thought made you laugh, but there was no denying how grateful you were about it.

“What did you get for problem four?” you asked, your arm and thigh pressed against his.

This time around, you didn’t care that your body was as close to his as possible. You both welcomed it and the butterflies in your tummy fluttered in delight.

“C,” he answered.

“Damn,” you sucked in a breath, looking over his work to see where you went wrong. “You think it’s too late to drop out of Chemistry?” you wondered.

“I think you’ll be fine,” he reassured. “So what did you think about Miguel today?” he fidgeted with the pen.

“The fight?” you furrowed your brows, copying his work onto your paper. “I thought it was totally badass,” you grinned. “I guess he and Aisha were right, their sensei knows what he’s doing,” you snorted.

“I think I’m gonna join,” he admitted, chewing on his lip and he averted your gaze.

You paused, a smile appearing on your face. “That’s great, Eli!” you reached over to kiss his cheek.

“I even talked Demetri into joining,” he added. “So I was thinking maybe you should join too,” he shrugged, searching your eyes for any sign of disagreement.

“Really? You think I could learn to kick ass like that?” you turned to face him.

“I think you could become the best in the entire Valley,” he blushed, mirroring your movements. “So what do you say?” he smiled.

“Let’s do it,” you grinned.

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobra kai

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aangell333 · 1 year

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thong snatching eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz x reader 💌🌸

summary: hawk winds up stealing his crush’s panties and is suddenly overcome with panic and not a single idea what to do… until he fully realised what he’s stolen

warnings: part one? maybe? kinda pervy!hawk, male masturbation, hawk having a borderline crisis, kinda mean!hawk, typical tutor x tutee, hawk’s fantasies

END IS NOT PROOFREAD.

“eli, can I talk to you after class with y/n please?” mr palmer asked.

“uh, sure. I gotta get to karate, though, so make it quick. and it’s hawk.” hawk replied snappily. his poor science teacher sighed and shook his head as he walked away. “when are these teachers gonna learn, dude?”

“y/n? as in y/l/n?” miguel asked hawk from the seat beside him, ignoring the mohawk-ed boy’s moody grumbling.

“I’m pretty sure that out of all the kids you’ve bullied in the school, I don’t think you’ve even acknowledged her!” from the table behind, demitri cracked a joke in his dry, sarcastic humour; earning a snort from miguel and a glare from hawk.

“dude, I don’t bully girls.” hawk replied in a slight mutter.

“yes. you do.” sam replied from the table in front of him and miguel, turning in her chair.

“h-hey sam…” miguel swooned.

“since when?” hawk demanded, his face scrunching. “besides, we’re getting off-track! who’s this y/n girl?”

“that’s her.” aisha pointed over sam’s shoulder to you. hawk glanced over at you and scoffed.

“she looks like a mega nerd.” he and miguel snickered.

“she is not! don’t diss my back-up bestie like that. she’s actually super cool.” yasmine said from beside demitri.

“whatever.” hawk rolled his eyes.

truth was, hawk did know who you were. god, did he know. maybe hawk was acting like he didn’t know you, but eli was screaming inside of him at even being in the same room as you. as eli, he had had the biggest crush on you. he would be jittery everytime you were around, he would blush at the thought of you- fuck, he’d even forget about his lip around you! you had consumed his every thought since middle school. so yeah, there was a reason hawk ‘hadn’t even acknowledged you’.

so when the end of class finally rolled around and hawk found himself stood beside you in front of the teacher’s desk, he had to contain eli like a fucking animal into a cage. shoved deep down so he could act like hawk — cool, calm, collected, and super fucking hot.

“eli-“

“-hawk.” mr palmer sighed as hawk corrected him.

“you’re falling behind. your grades are falling and it’s causing your gpa to decline. we can’t have that. that’s why I’ve asked y/n here to tutor you. lucky for you, she’s said yes.” at his words, hawk’s stomach turned into a rampage of butterflies. that flew up to his throat when you threw him a warm smile. “now, as you know, there was an… incident in the library yesterday due to some… karate enthusiasts. so y/n has very kindly agreed to tutor you at her home. in her own time. do you understand?”

“b-but that’s my time too! time I could be practicing karate!” hawk exclaimed before he realised the situation. you. y/n y/l/n. eli and hawk’s long, long, long, long term crush. would be tutoring him. at his home. out of school hours. “nevermind it doesn’t matter. when do we start?”

“whenever you want.” mr palmer smiled triumphantly.

“I’m free today?” you suggested. hawk’s heart melted at your words.

“y-yeah. today is good.” he stuttered back.

“didn’t you snap at me not twenty minutes ago about having karate practice-“

“cancelled. I’m completely free.” hawk melted even more as you beamed at him.

“great. wanna go now?” at your words, hawk could only deftly nod. “great!”

god, eli had only ever dreamed of being in your room. it was a perfect reflection of you. in every way.

“sorry it’s a little messy,” you laughed sheepishly as you picked up a few things off of the floor. but he didn’t care about any form mess at all. “still definitely no to a drink? or anything to eat?”

“I’m fine, honestly. thank you, though.” he said, placing his bag on your bed and standing almost awkwardly. he watched as you placed your bag on your desk and began unpacking folders and books.

“so, what would you like to focus on first?” you asked, your back still to him. hawk couldn’t help but glance at your jean-clad ass, a smirk crawling onto his lips.

“uh, anything you want to really,” he replied, his eyes unable to drag away from the sight before him.

“I was thinking start from the beginning? and I just talk you through it? you can make me stop or start again whenever you like.” he couldn’t help but smile as you turned around with the big science textbook in your hands. he nodded.

“sure. sounds good to me.” his heart melted further at the sight of your relieved smile. you were obviously glad your taking charge hadn’t upset the temperamental boy.

you turned back around and began setting stuff up.

“you sit in this chair-“ you pointed to the plush desk chair beside you. “- i’ll go grab one for me.”

you walked out of the room and eli looked around. a small hamper in the corner of the room caught his eye and he smirked as he imagined the contents. he heard your footsteps descending the staircase and decided it couldn’t hurt to peek. and that’s what he did.

cracking the lid open, he was pleasantly surprised by how a black, cotton thong sat on top of your worn clothes. he smirked.

he hadn’t meant to snatch it, but he had picked it up and had to contain a groan at the sight of white streaks where your cunt had rubbed against it for an entire day; you must’ve been needy that day. and when he had heard your footsteps coming back up, he only had one thought in his empty mind.

hide it.

so he had stuffed the panties into one of the unassuming pockets of his cargo pants and headed out of the door.

“hey, do you need help with that chair?” he chuckled.

he sat on his bed, his hands shaking and eyes wide. why the fuck had he gone and snatched the poor girl’s panties? he cursed himself for his horny thoughts.

he turned the skimpy fabric over in his hands and his breath hitched when he caught another sight of those white streaks. going out on a whim, an unsure one at that, he brought the cotten closer to his face and took a smell.

fuck.

how does someone’s cunt smell so good?

he felt his half-hard cock twitch in his boxers. he took another sniff, this time inhaling harder. his eyes rolled back as your most intimate scent invaded his senses and he couldn’t help palming himself through his cargos.

he wiggled his hand into his cargos and palmed himself through his boxers. he felt too constrained. he shimmied off his cargos and chucked them aside before reaching into his boxers and grabbing his hardening cock.

inhaling again, he began stroking. nice and slowly. he ran his thumb over his slit and the thighs in his muscles briefly clenched. he spat into his hand before resuming his strokes, soon building up speed.

he’d never felt this way about a girl. so fucking horny and desperate that he steals her dirty panties to jerk off to. but, alas, that was what he was doing. he jerked his fist harder, his hips bucking as he pressed the fabric to his nose and tried to suppress his moans. you just smelt so good, it was intoxicating.

he pictured you, studying away at your desk in your cute room with a cute little frown on your face, completely oblivious to his perverted actions. he squeezed his dick slightly and moaned at the feeling, imagining it was you clenching around him. his thoughts wandered to fucking you. having you under him, on top of him, in front of him and bent in two as he pounded into you from behind.

he wanted you in every way possible.

if fate should allow it, he thought.

but his mind soon wandered back to the wildly inappropriate thoughts of you sucking him, licking him, riding him, anything where he was inside of you. and god it made his dick strain.

his release hit him before he could register it, the only thing his mind acknowledging being your scent in his nose and fogging up his mind like a mirror after a hot shower.

his cum leaked through his boxers, staining them a dark shade of grey. he cursed himself as post-nut clarity washed over him.

and he vowed to slip you your panties back during your next study session…

…after he’d taken them for another few spins.

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The Prince & The Fairy Chapter 3 - Season 2

Pairing: Sky x Male Reader

The Winx Club followed Erendor and his caravan as they parked Terra and Sam’s dad’s car in the middle of the road close towards the burned bridge that a drunken Fire Fairy destroyed. They all got out of the car as Terra came up with different ideas for them to try to make this plan still work. “What if I bloom a bunch of pollen and give all the guards allergy attacks? Okay, no, ignore that. That wouldn't work. Okay, no, wait, I've got another. No, wait. This is good, okay. Or, um... No, this is good. What if Aisha makes them all need to pee at the same time? How brill would that be?!”

“No bad ideas in brainstorming, but maybe a breath, sis?” Sam walks over to Musa.

“We’re going to make sure there's not another way to cross the river.” Y/N and Bloom head down the bridge towards the grassy patch at the bottom as Terra continues. “Holograms. What if we use holograms? You and Bloom could create like a mirage and…”

“Can you just stop? Please. My first plan was good. We don't have time to come up with another one.” Aisha snaps as she begins to panic just a bit. The plan was falling apart before they could even try it. Musa comes up to her and touches her arm as her eyes flash purple. There’s a mystical tingle as Musa takes away her anxiety and stress. Musa squeezes in comfort as Aisha takes a breath and relaxes. “It's okay. You got this.” Aisha smiles at her. “I'm gonna take a look at the maps.” She leaves as Sam and Terra look at her.

“What did you just do?” Terra asked.

“I've gotten better at taking in people's emotions with my magic. I just took the edge off her anxiety.”

“Without telling her, songbird?” Sam frowned.

“If she knows I did it, it'll come back. It's okay. Promise,” Musa said.

“Right, it just feels like a really bad idea.”

“Come on. We should help her out.” Musa walks towards the car. Terra and Sam follow.

The river flows gently down stream and Y/N and Bloom travel down there to make sure there’s no other way to cross the bridge. One glance at the very much burned bridge tells Y/N that Sam and Terra were right. There was no way anyone could cross this bridge. Certainly not a caravan of Specialists and their one prisoner.

“Yeah, I’m not wearing the right kind of shoes for this,” Y/N said as Bloom glanced at her brother’s choice in footwear. They’re black combat boots. Like the ones the Specialist wear to fight. “Why would you wear those?”

“Because they were a gift from Sky, and they’re practical for battle. I think.”

“Hmm, right.” Bloom walked closer towards the underside of the bridge and noticed how the legs of it were broken and soaking in the water as her eyes caught something against the stone of the wall. It was a coppery color stained like a murder mystery novel or something out of a horror movie. She saw some blood splatter on some leaves as well. The Fire Fairy darted her head left to right upon instinct. If this blood was fresh, then they may not be alone down here.

Y/N followed Bloom’s gaze at the blood and his stomach tightened. “Damn. I hope Pennywise the Dancing Clown isn’t down here.”

“Shut up. You’re not helping.” Bloom grasped the leaf, ready to pull it off as something fast, small, and black feathered whizzed past her ear as she jumped in fright. “Shit!” They both turned to see a crow fly away from them. Bloom took a shaky breath as she grabbed the leaf. “Hopefully, Terra and Sam can identify it.”

“Yeah, let’s go. This place is creepy as hell,” Y/N said.

Once they make it back to their group, Bloom gives Terra the leaf so she and Sam can determine what kind of animal was attacked. “I think something got attacked down there. There was blood with purple in it. Is that a thing here? Purple blood?”

“Oh, Everything's a thing here, Bloom. We’ll look it up when we get back,” Sam said as he took the leaf.

“Got it. Minor modifications, but the first half of the plan is the same thanks to Y/N. Let's go,” Aisha says as they all climb into the car and drive towards their intended spot to wait for Erendor and the other caravans. That’s when Aisha explains their new plan. “With the bridge out, the caravan'll have to go north.” They park their car somewhere that’s hidden well, then hide themselves too as they wait for the caravans to drive towards them. They wait until the Caravan with Silva in comes to them as Aisha’s eyes flash blue. “I'll flood the transport's engine.” The engine inside the car begins to overheat as steam comes out of the hood as the caravan comes to a complete stop. The driver of the car gets out and curses as he pops the hood of the car to check the damage. “Without Stella’s invisibility magic, Y/N and I had to come up with a way to help Silva break himself out. And thanks to Sam’s abilities of invisibility and boring through natural matter, it’s perfect. Sam will get us the key.”

While the guard checks the engine, Sam comes up from the ground like ShadowCat from X-Men and makes a grab for the key. He glanced up at Musa as her eyes flashed purple as she said, “Wait.” Sam waits for the okay before gently snatching the key away and turning invisible to avoid detection.

“To keep moving, they'll switch Silva to a less secure spot.” Erendor and another guard throw Silva in the back of a more exposed car as they handcuffed him to one of the bars as he takes off once again. “Terra's vines have limited range and Sam can't risk being seen. So instead, we use my water to get Silva what he needs.” A ball of water flies and follows the car as Silva is the only one to see coming towards him and hopes nobody else does. “Timing is everything.”

Riven looks back at Silva and sees the bubble of water with the key in it as it splashes on Silva, giving him the key to his freedom. Riven watches for a few more moments before turning his head, pretending he didn’t see anything. “Then it's up to Silva.” Silva grasps the key in his hand, but doesn’t use it yet.

Terra frowns. “Nothing's happening.”

“He needs a distraction,” Y/N said.

Bloom looks at the empty car. She leans towards Aisha. “Can you pull gas from that tank?” Aisha uses her powers to pull gas from the gas tank as it leaks out as Bloom's eyes flash red as a fire trail burns towards the gas as the car explodes. The car holding Silva comes to a stop as Riven and Dane look back as Erendor looks through the rear-view mirror. “What the fuck?!” They all get out and run towards the explosion as Silva jams the key into the lock of his cuffs to get free. When the sweet sounds of chains fall off, Silva jumps out of the back and into the forest.

Erendor takes notice of Silva’s escape into the woods as they all run back. “Stop!”

They begin to chase Silva through the woods as Dane and Riven have their swords drawn and Erendor has his bow and arrows ready. Silva continues to run as he hears something whistling towards him and he grunts as he feels something pierce his back. “Argh! Ah! Ah!” Erendor shot him twice with target seeking arrows. Silva continues to run, despite the pain he’s in as he finds himself close to the edge of a cliff. Down below is the river. He’s trapped.

“Saul!” Erendor cries out.

Silva has no choice. He jumps over the edge and into the icy water below. He hits the water and sinks down like a rock. Erendor, Riven, and Dane glance down into the river. Looking for any sign of Silva. “Where is he?” They continue to wait as Silva tries to stay under for as long as he can, despite his lungs protesting for air. “He can't

hold his breath forever.” Erendor tells the younger men.

Silva gasps as he begins to feel his lungs ready to burst as he tries not to float back up. Suddenly, another water bubble comes down and moves over his mouth and nose like an underwater breathing mask as Silva feels himself relax. He can breathe once again. Close to where Erendor and the others are at, the Winx Club waits for Musa’s read on Silva’s condition underwater. “He's calming down. We're good.”

“How long can you hold him under, Aisha?” Y/N asks.

“Long enough for them to leave.”

The Specialists realized that they’re not going to find anything just by waiting for him to show up. “Let's move downstream. Either he'll surface or his body will.” They leave as everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

…..

Once they’re sure they won’t return, Y/N and Sam help Silva out of the river as they lay him on some rocks to sit on as Sam and Terra remove the arrows and Silva winces in pain from their piercing points in his back. Once they’ve cleaned the blood, Y/N puts his hands over the former Specialist Headmaster’s back and heals his wounds like he did Sky’s, as Silva shivers slightly from the coldness of Y/N’s magical healing.

Once he’s all healed up, he looks at all of them, but locks eyes with Y/N as he says, “That has to be the most reckless thing you've ever done.”

“I don't think that's very true,” Terra says gently.

“Weren't you here last year?”

“Yeah. When Bloom and Y/N went crazy and let loose evil Headmistress,” Musa smirks at them.

“Silva, what do we do now?” Y/N asked the older man.

“Take me to Magix. Right off the town square, my friend Sebastian owns a store. He helped us take down Rosalind. He'll hide me.” They all get back in Ben Harvey’s car and drive to the town of Magix. They find the store that Silva mentioned. It’s called Sebastian’s First World Goods. Apparently, the people here in the Otherworld have taken a liking to First World objects.

They entered the store where Silva introduced them to a man of 6’0 feet, brown hair and eyes. He leads them to the back of the store as Silva sits and rests while Sebastian goes to get him a blanket. When he comes back, he smirks at Silva, who just shrugged. “I, uh... I was getting a killer Airbnb rate in this place. So I'll expect some form of compensation. All right? Wine's good. Whiskey's better. Don't cheap out.” He sits down next to Silva and points towards his beard. “And, uh, as for this whole hobo situation, right, it's from the '90s, but the blades are still good, so… Just let me know how many bandages you need.” He hands Silva a razor to cut his messy beard he grew in prison.

Silva smiled. “Thank you very much.”

“Anytime.”

Meanwhile, at the front of the shop, Y/N is talking to Sky over the phone to tell him of Silva’s current condition. “I'm with Silva in Sebastian's shop, but I think it's best if you wait until tomorrow. But if you come down after training…”

Sky scoffed over the phone. “I'm not going down there, Y/N.”

“You promised you’d give him a second chance.”

“No, I said that I would think about it, and I have. The answer is no.”

“Sky. Please just talk to him on the phone,” Y/N begged.

“Look, I'm happy you're okay. I'm happy it worked out, and you got what you wanted, but I'm… I don't wanna talk to him,” Sky said, and he could practically see his boyfriend’s disappointed face at his words. “I love you. Be safe and I’ll see you when you get back.” Sky hung up the phone.

Sky walks out of the shed and passes his father as he looks at Riven. “Give me good news.”

“We didn't find a body, so not the worst-case scenario,” Riven shrugged.

Sky nods as he overheard Dane’s conversation with the other Specialists. They’re all around him as he brags about what happened to Silva, or at least what he thinks happened to him. “Three arrows right in the back. Fucking savage. Then he did this sad-ass flop right into the river. It was game over!” Dane says as the other guys chuckle.

Sky huffs as he storms towards him. “You think this is funny?” Dane turns towards him. “Sky! No, we were, um, just chatting.”

“Just Chatting? What about a guy getting shot in the back?” Sky’s anger grows.

“Just messing around. Relax, mate.” Dane touches Sky in a friendly manner.

Sky gets closer to him and towers over the shorter male. “I'm not gonna relax.”

“Okay then, don't relax,” Dane said as he got closer to Sky. “But I think we both remember what happened the last time. Your boyfriend saw you getting owned like the little bitch you really are.” Dane snickers as Sky throws a punch at him and catches him off guard. Sky throws another punch with his left fist and then knees Dane in the stomach. Then he punches him again as the other Specialists watch Sky beat the shit out of Dane. Erendor watches the chaos with an almost amused smile. That same fury Sky was executing on Dane was the same way he used to deal with his enemies. The raw power of a king of Eraklyon. Perhaps there was hope for Sky yet.

Sky continues to punch Dane in the face, hard enough to draw blood on his lips and he probably would have done worse had Riven not pulled him off as Dane hit the ground. “Sky! Get the fuck off him!”

Two Specialists help Dane to his feet. “Man…”

“You let me know when you wanna keep chatting, mate. And don’t you ever mention my boyfriend again,” Sky said as Dane stared hatefully at him.

Sky and Riven pass Erendor as he smiles. “Hmph.”

Back at the shop, Y/N headed towards the back as Silva and Sebastian heard him come in. Silva’s blue eyes looked at Y/N’s expectantly, hoping for some good news about Sky. Unfortunately, Y/N couldn’t give that to him. He bit his lower lip as he looked at Silva. “Sorry, Saul. Um…”

Silva looks down and nods his head in understanding. He looked back up at the Ice Fairy. “Sky will come round.” He doesn’t look too sure, but Y/N decided not to push as he prepared to ask him an important question. “When you were at the Capitol, did you hear anything about Dowling? I've been trying my best, but the Solarian Army, they're giving up and I’m up to my pretty little wings in problems.”

“I wish I knew where she went, Y/N. I do, but we're not gonna give up hope just yet. Sebastian here has a knack for finding things.” He looks at the other man as he nods his head. “Mm-hmm. I'm, uh, I'm like a terrier. But, like, you know, cooler. Actually, maybe a different dog. What dogs are cool?” Y/N hesitates for an answer as he looks down, then back at Silva. “I—so am I supposed to just let it go? Like go back to the school and act like things are fucking normal?”

“No. No, because everything's... it's not normal. You need to remember that, 'cause Rosalind will try to wear you down, and you will forget what normal used to be like,” Silva says as he looks at Sebastian. “Meanwhile, it would appear that Luna allowed Rosalind access to the Restricted Vault.”

“Shit,” Sebastian curses.

Y/N looks surprised. “What is it? What's in the Restricted Vault?”

“Ancient texts. Powerful relics.”

“The good stuff.”

“Mm-hmm. Yeah, she's planning something.

Something big.”

Y/N sighed as he looked down, guilty as his voice trembled. “This is all my fault. All of it. Dowling. You. Sky. Everything that's happening at Alfea…” He begins to cry a bit as Silva looks sad as Sebastian rubs the back of his neck nervously. “...it's all… because I was selfish and I wanted answers. I fucking broke Sky and hurt him in the worst way possible and if I didn’t let Rosalind out, then everything…”

“Somebody else would've, Y/N. She couldn't stay down there forever,” Silva said. “But you're right about one thing. Whatever she's up to, it started 17 years ago. And it started with you and your sister.”

Later, after they all returned to Alfea without getting caught and promising Silva they’d return, Y/N and Bloom found Rosalind in the courtyard looking out of the giant stained glass windows. It was nighttime and the only source of light was three hanging lamps. She didn't move as the twins approached her, ready to tell her the reason they've been holding back.

They both looked at each other as they took a breath. “We've been scared. That's why we've been holding back. Last term we put our magic

and our lives over everything else, and it didn't work out so great.”

“I may have a different opinion about that,” Rosalind said. “You're both the reason I'm standing here.”

“Exactly. And that's the problem,” Bloom said.

“No offense, but everyone in the school hates you and hates what you've done,” Y/N said.

“Ah. The displeasure of the masses. Do you know what happens if you listen to them? The mob?” Rosalind looks to them for an answer to her question. They remained silent as she continued. “Nothing. Nothing happens. Nothing of any significance, anyway. Everyone gets fat and happy. The world grinds to a halt.” She walks away from them towards a bench. “Or they get slaughtered.”

“That's bleak and harsh, don't you think?” Y/N asked.

“That's life. The reality is, I don't care that people hate me. I don't care what they think. That's how I get shit done,” Rosalind said, as she sat on the stone bench and looked at the younger Fairies.

“You care about something,” Bloom said.

“Oh, what’s that?”

“You care about us. We don't wanna hold back anymore.” Y/N looks at her as she smiles. “Excellent, tomorrow we start your lessons in the second term of transformation magic.”

“What‘s that?”

“Charmix.”

Y/N walks toward the Bastion training area. The wet grass clung to his shoes as he walked towards the light of the outdoor flashlight. The wind blew a little chilly air, but that’s one good thing about an Ice Fairy. The cold never bothered him, anyway. As he got closer, he saw the fair hair of his boyfriend as he spun his swords in the air, slashing fiercely as he cut through the night wind.

Riven had told him that Sky was doing some intense training, but he didn’t mention that he was like this. Every swing of his sword; Y/N could practically feel the fury from his current position. Each strike and stab had a purpose, as whatever seemed to be fueling Sky kept at it as he glided with his weapons. The young prince spun his swords in the air as he slammed them on the ground and threw two knives from the back of his armor, and towards the setup targets. It hit a bullseye.

Sweat glistened down Sky’s face as he was breathing heavily and he looked at the target he just hit. Thinking about Silva, his father, all of it left him an angry mess of energy. Sky sighed as his shoulders relaxed. “You’re supposed to be in bed….”

Y/N tried not to blush as he was caught in the act of staring at his boyfriend’s little angry moment. He walks towards him. “I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about you.”

“Well, I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t you have a curfew?” Sky turned towards his boyfriend as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I actually got special permission from our headmistress to come out here and find you. You?”

“Same. Erendor permitted me to be out here for late-night training.”

Y/N nods as he looks at the target with two knives embedded into it. “Wow, you’re pretty tough when your opponent can’t fight back.” Sky gives a humorless chuckle as he grabs his knives and puts them back in their sheaths. He turns and sees Y/N holding two ice daggers.

“What the fuck are you doing, Baby boy?” Sky asked, confused.

Y/N smirks. “Giving you a moving opponent, of course.” He flips a dagger in his hand as he charges forward and takes a stab at Sky, who jumps back in reflex.

He looks at him in shock.“Y/N, stop it!”

“No, you stop it. You want to be angry at someone, Blue Eyes? Be angry at me.” He spun in a circle and swung his knife horizontally across at the Prince as he moved back and grabbed his sword from his back and held it up to shield himself from Y/N’s other dagger. Sky pushed back against him as their weapons broke away from each other, as Sky grabbed Y/N’s right hand and hit it with his elbow as Y/N dropped the right dagger onto the floor. The younger male charged and jumped as he took a swipe at Sky’s head as he ducked and moved behind him and kicked his back as the Ice Fairy stumbled before turning around and sending his arm and weapon forward as Sky stepped to the side, knocked his other weapon from his hand before pulling forward and threw him over his shoulder and flipped his boyfriend on his back.

Y/N groaned as Sky roughly straddled his hips, a fury and a pissed off look on his face as he was panting heavily. “Don’t. Ever. Do that. Again.” Sky practically growls out and Y/N’s cock totally did not twitch at his boyfriend’s deep and husky voice. “Y-Y-Yes, Sir..." Y/N whispered, a voice coated with lust. Sir? Where the fuck did that come from? Sky was just as surprised with the turn of events, and he smirked. “You like it when I take control, huh?" Sky purred, as he leaned forward, his lips so close to the Ice Fairy’s. A quick nod was all Y/N could muster before their lips smashed together. A heated kiss.

The Peters boy moaned against Sky as he pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth and Y/N easily opened up as Sky stuck his tongue into his mouth and explored his cavern. Y/N linked his fingers in Sky’s golden locks as they continued their kiss, but pulled back before any clothes could come off.

“Wow, rough kissing is hot. I think I should bring out this side of you more often,” Y/N whispered as Sky chuckled softly.

Sky gets off his boyfriend and helps him to his feet as he puts away the training targets in the Specialist warehouse of weapons and equipment. Once he’s locked the shed, they both head towards the school. “So, does this mean I can ask what the hell all that was about? How you tried to kill me.”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “Please, I was on my back in less than 10 seconds, in more ways than one.” He smirks. Sky gives him a look as the Ice Fairy sighed. “Okay, fine. Riven told me what you did to Dane, and I'm not saying that he didn't deserve to be knocked down on the pecking order, but still, since when do you fight with your fists instead of your words? This isn't like you.”

“Did it ever occur to you that this was always me? Someone who is ruthless and doesn't take shit from anyone. Not this posh, mild-mannered little prince soldier golden boy who wouldn't dare disobey the rules,” Sky said.

They turned a corner in the hallway towards the main corridor; their feet echoing off the walls. “If I don't know you, Sky, then no one does. This isn't the guy who gave me my necklace or the person I gave my virginity to. I know you're nothing like Erendor.”

Before Sky can say anything about it, they hear someone scream. It's Stella. They run toward the sound as they see Stella and Beatrix helping a bleeding student. It's one of the missing Fairy students. It's Devin. When Stella sees them, she looks scared. “Sky, Y/N, help us.”

Y/N kneels down at Devin’s level and tries to heal him. “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” Devin’s eyes are unfocused and barely open as his breathing is ragged and shallow. He looks at Y/N as the Ice Fairy realizes his magic isn't healing him.

“Rosalind…” Devin chokes out as he slumps forward into Y/N’s arms into unconsciousness.

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