#highschool theme ff

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Chapter 10

Mayleen Janae Carter

My back against the seat, lighting up my fifth blunt of the night, just thinking about life and Dre...he's always been solid about his feelings towards me, but the way he acts at school is just something different. Why act brand new in front of everyone else, but behind closed doors he shows affection? I don't get it, and I don't think I ever will. I'm not bout to wait on him either, so maybe letting him go will just have to be best. That's what it comes down to.

"Why you don't wanna be together?" Dre asked, looking over at me.

After we parted ways with the crew, we decided to hang out, but now it's getting deep...I didn't think he would be the one to bring it up, but I knew it had to be talked about one way or another...just not tonight, this can go two ways between us.

"Cause Dre, you already have females...I don't wanna be added to that list, aight?" I said truthfully. I'm more than that, and discovered my worth a while ago, I will not be anybody's second choice, rebound, none of that!

"Who said I got females? Cause I don't." Dre paused, licking his bottom lip, scratching under his chin. "Listen, ion want any of em cause they ain't genuine, never really took the time to get to know me, like you did...I ain't comparing em to you, cause you're different, Mayleen. You've always been true, and ion know what took me so long to realize that." He confessed, I had to fight the urge of rolling my eyes.

"Dre..you been smoking, so why couldn't you say this before we were five blunts deep?"

He just shrugged, dropping the conversation.

India Jade Williams

Silence.

That's what consumed the house. Blake is over at one of his friends' houses, a couple other boys on his team spent the night over there; I didn't have a problem with it because we know the family, they've been over here a few times due to parties. As Blake was gone, it was just me and Chris, I'm staying in my room because I don't want to have a run in with Chris...never mind there was only so much silence I can take, so I put my pride to the side and made my way to Chris' room.

Bunny slippers and all.

Blowing out a breath, I raised my hand to knock on his door, soon creaking the door open and walked in slowly. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?" I questioned, as I looked at him, holding a tiny smile.

He shook his head, waving me over.  "Nah you good, wassup?" He licked the corner of his lip, eyeing my petite frame. I looked down at what I was wearing, leggings and a tank top.

"Nothing, I'm bored...and I guess we could have some bonding time?" I added in quickly, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. I meant it as like friendly bonding, nothing sexual...but if it happens, it happens.

He raised his brow, shaking his head, "What you tryna bond over?" I just shrugged, his voice was in that relaxed state, had a slight rasp to it, and that shit was a weakness for me.

"We could watch a movie...then eat something?" I suggested. The way he was looking at me had me ready to jump on him, but I had to keep my cool. Getting up from his bed, I clapped my hands and made my way towards the door, "I'll meet you downstairs, we can order a pizza too."

"Aight, I'll be down in a bit." Chris sat up on his bed, going to a box on the side of his dresser. I'm guessing that's where he keeps his stash, cause I have one myself. Nodding, I turned on the heels of my feet and walked out of his room.

Letting out a hum as I sat on the couch, I turned the tv on and settled on old reruns of Wild N Out, it's mad corny now but they got some good guests. Feeling the couch shift, I looked over at Chris, then back at the tv. Out the corner of my eye I saw him split the backwood, pouring the guts into an empty water bottle, and filling the wrap with green.

"Dominos or Pizza Hut?" I asked, as a commercial came on.

"Pizza Hut. The fuck kinda question is that, India?" He chuckled loosely, tucking and folding as he sealed the backwood. I distracted myself by dialing the number for Pizza Hut.

"Hey, I was just asking. Most don't like them." I shrugged, the dial tone ending as someone answered.

"Thanks for calling Pizza Hut, this is Emily, how may I assist you?" Emily spoke, sounding too cheery. Must be her first day, or she just loves her job.

"Hi Emily, what kind of deals are you guys offering?" I asked. You have to ask those type of questions, cause you'll be saving money. Thank me later!

"There's a 2 Medium 2-topping pizzas for $5.99, a Dinner Box with your choice of 1 topping medium pizza your choice of a side with cinnasticks, and then there's our Big Dinner Box, 2 medium pizzas and 1 topping and a choice of two sides." I put her on speaker so Chris can hear too, he mouthed the last option. Of course with his fat ass.

"The last option is sounding great, so for the first Pizza just pepperoni and the second sausage. For the sides, let's do that chicken pasta and buffalo wings." I let her know, Chris smirking. I don't know what for, and I'm not asking.

"Okay, will this be delivery or carryout?"

"Delivery. 14825 Figueroa Court."

"Your total will be $23.50 for the night, will that be on a card or with cash?" I let her know cash, "Great, it should be there within the next 45 minutes."

"Thanks, have a great night." I smiled, soon hanging up and placing my phone onto the arm of the couch.

3 slices of pizza, 4 wings and a scoop of pasta, and I was done for. The itis was kicking in, and I could fall asleep at any given moment, but the movie that was displayed had my interest. The Lion King. My all time favorite, and Chris couldn't say nothing about it.

"I get you love this movie, but com'on let's switch it up." Chris groaned, leaning into the couch, as he lifted up one of his legs, laying it atop of the coffee table.

"Take your foot down." I chuckled, "It's almost over, so chill. You got dibs on the next movie."

"I'm good." He licked his lips, soon standing up and letting out a loud burp, it stank so bad so I covered my nose with my crew neck that I had got before the pizza arrived. "Hmm, Freddie vs Jason, Harold and Kumar, Barbershop 1 and 2. Damn y'all got the good shit." He chortled, looking through the collection against the wall.

"Hey!" I called out, seeing that the screen went to the blue, he really took my movie out.

"You'll be fine, you can watch it anytime you want." Chris put in the dvd he had selected, soon coming back to the couch, and laying down. Barely giving me any space, he ain't slick. "C'mere."

Panties soaked? Check!

His voice was in that husky state. Shaking my head, I stayed put, I'm gonna try and not give in. "I'm good where I'm at."

"Stop being difficult and com'on." A low laugh parted his lips, as he patted his lap. I mentally rolled my eyes, before sitting on him, my legs on the side of his waist, just above his dick. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He taunted, placing one of his hands on top of my butt, and giving it a light squeeze, soon rubbing it.

I bit the corner of my lip, shaking my head. "Cut it out." I said lowly, diverting my eyes to the screen. "What movie did you put in?"

He continued to rub my butt, it was relaxing. "Scary movie." He chuckled, sliding his hand down my thigh, leaving it in a relaxed state.

I just nodded, seeing as the first scene came into play. I needed this. Alone time with no parents, or little brother around. I shifted on top of Chris, placing one of my hands onto his chest, as I nestled my head into his neck, gently pecking his skin. This was perfect, and I don't know what I was doing, or why I even bothered to do that, but for some reason it felt right...our parents aren't married, so there's no harm in us doing this, right?

Feeling his hand contact my skin, caused goosebumps to form against my body. He had slid his hand into my leggings, tracing the material of my thong. My breath got caught in my throat as his fingers reached my entrance, I bit down softly on his neck causing his fingers to slip inside my wetness. Moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers, I felt his member hardened beneath me. He was wearing basketball shorts.

"Damn." He muttered, licking his lips. "Take these off." He referred to my leggings, removing his fingers from my lovebox. I sat up, soon getting off him and slid my leggings off, leaving me in my black thong and tank top. He reached for me, turning me over to where my ass was directly sitting on his hard-on, "You think you can handle this?" He questioned.

No

"Yes." I licked over my lips, as he moved my thong to the side and inserting himself into me. I moved my hips slowly as I rode him from the back, the sounds of my wetness surrounding the living room as he brought his hand to the front of my entrance and fingered me as I put in my work. "Shittttt." I moaned out, placing my hands onto his knees as I did a slow bounce on him.

"Fuck." I heard Chris grunt, swiftly turning us over as he was now on top, my face in the cushion of the couch. "This my pussy?" He questioned, tapping his dick at my entrance.

I smirked. "No." I looked over my shoulder at him.

He chuckled, "Aight, keep playin." He slid his big length into me slowly, pulled out halfway, then slammed into me causing me to shriek and moan at the same time.

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Hi! I definitely need a recommendation for some smutty sasusaku fanfic! Can you help meeee♡♡♡♡

oh haha umm i have to say the number of smutty ffs i read is reaaallllllly small.iam more the angstyromanticutedramalover(maybe incluedes a hint of hot stuff) buut i donno any smutty sasusaku ff...😅 there are not that much ss stories i read to be honest and if i read the main theme is always naruhina hehe🤣 buuutt i can tell you some good stories from Sasusaku i know but dont remember if there was any hot stuff in it. :D

so here it goes:

- 'Never tell me the odds' from KuriQuinn. a collage au with drama

- 'Konoha Highschool Again' from Dark-Anime-Angle-Goddess. thats a funny one.

- 'Enemies to Couples?' from Dark Angelic Kitty . this was the first highschool ss ff i read i guess.

iam sorry i couldnt help you with the smutty stuff but these stories are superduper good too !!

[fuckyeahexofics]

hi! i wanna know if you can list any ff with training kisses (first kiss) themes, like kissing only for exercising and the guys get in love with each other's lips~ (with baekhyun pleasee)

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all of these are highschool!au and I haven’t read all of them so be careful!

Hey You, Mr. Chu (Kyungsoo/Jongin, G)practice makes perfect (and perfection’s me and you) (Jongin/Sehun, NC-17, slow burn, underage)take a bite of my heart tonight (fem!Baekhyun/Chanyeol, PG-13)

-jen

let me know if you guys know of more!

#update thanks to nonie!

thunder only grows (Baekhyun/Jongdae, PG)

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The Hocus To My Pocus

Notes: This is my addition to the Hocus Pocus theme for Clextober18! This story is loosely based on the 1993 Disney movie, Hocus Pocus. This is a multi-chapter story, and the first two chapters are posted here and on AO3 and FF. The rest of the story will be posted on AO3 and FF by 10/31/18 under my author name: Jude81. 

Rating: Current rating is T+, but as the story continues, the rating might change. 

Tags: Clexa, Clarke and Lexa, Raven, Echo, Nia, Anya, Madi, Aden, Salem, Hocus Pocus, Halloween hijinks, high school. More tags will be added on AO3 and FF. 

@clextober

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“Come on, Madi! We are going to be late if you don’t get a wiggle on!” Clarke stood at the bottom of the staircase, hand on the railing as she leaned forward in an attempt to project her voice so her nine year old sister would hurry up. She’d promised Madi she would take her trick or treating, and it was already 7:00 pm. If they hurried, she could be back in time at 9:00pm and make her way to the party at the Tri mansion being thrown by none other than her new highschool crush, one Lexa Tri, Captain of both the swim team and cross country team.

She tapped her fingers on the bannister, wincing when she noticed some flecks of dry paint still embedded around her fingernails. “Crap,” she muttered as she tried to pick away the paint. She was interrupted though by a loud yell, and she looked up just in time to catch the small body clad in a Wonder Woman costume.

She stumbled backwards, her feet desperately trying to regain their footing as she wrapped her arms tightly around her younger sister, but the sheer force of small body hurling through gravity propelled her backwards into a wall with a loud thump.

“Damn, Madi!” She yelped as she wheezed from getting the air partially knocked out of her. She let Madi slowly slide down her body, while she bent over, hands on her knees wheezing slightly.

“You shouldn’t swear, Clarke.”

“And you shouldn’t throw yourself down the stairs like that, Madi! What if I hadn’t caught you?!”

Madi cocked her head, looking up at her sister before smiling a little. “But you always catch me, Clarke. Always.”

Clarke stood slowly and looked down at her younger sister. Madi might have been nine, but she was the size of a six year old, a small six year old. She’d been sick most of her life, the doctors never really understanding the stomach pain and wild mood swings that plagued the young child. Her parents had abandoned her at the age of three in the hospital, deciding that the medical bills and a sickly child were simply too much for them.

Abby had been her doctor, specializing in diseases and pediatric care, but it had been Clarke who had fallen in love with Madi one day when she visited Abby at the hospital. It didn’t take much convincing, Jake and Abby had always wanted more children, but the time had never been right, and ten year old Clarke had convinced them that this child had been waiting for them, and they her.

The adoption had become official when she was five years old, and now they understood better Madi’s sensory issues and her dyslexia. Her stomach issues meant she was on a restricted, no dairy and no gluten diet, which made Halloween, her favorite holiday, particularly….tricky.

But Clarke was ready, her backpack stuffed with an extra Wonder Woman costume, wipes, underwear, water, noise-canceling headphones, and special gluten and dairy free candy. Candy she would sneak into Madi’s plastic, pumpkin head basket and exchange for the snickers and kit-kat bars when Madi was inevitably distracted by something else.

Madi’s stomach issues also usually meant Madi was prone to accidents, something that was often humiliating for Madi, but after years of this, they had a system in place, and Clarke was very good at helping minimize her sister’s shame, turning it into a game of costume changes.

She ruffled the top of Madi’s head, laughing at the way Madi jerked her head away. “Noooo! My hair, Clarke!”

She laughed again, “You hair is fine, Madi.” She leaned down so they were eye to eye and tapped Madi on the nose. “Hey…” she waited for Madi to look at her. “I will always catch you, Madi. Always.”

“I know.” Madi smiled happily, clutching her shield and grabbed Clarke’s hand. “Let’s go!” She pulled on Clarke’s hand, her small feet skipping along as Clarke chuckled and let herself be pulled out of the house, stopping only to turn and lock the door, before they stepped into the small crowds of children running about along the long sidewalks framed by tall trees and light posts every six feet.

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Lexa stepped out of the house, shutting out most of the noise behind her. It was eight, and the party was supposed to start in another hour or so, although judging by the number of people in her parents’ home, they party was already well under way. The basement had been set up for her and her friends, while the ground floor was reserved for the adults to have their own Halloween party.

The adult theme this year was Unconventional Couples, and she shuddered at the thought of how many Jokers and Harley Quinns would probably show up at the party. But she supposed the theme was fitting, since her parents were considered fairly unconventional. Her mother, Indra Tri, was a four star general in the Marines, the only woman to ever achieve such a high rank, and she was technically retired, but she made a lot of trips from their home in Salem, Massachusetts to Washington DC, trips that she couldn’t speak about. And her father Gustus Tri was a great hulking man with more tattoos than he spoke languages, and he spoke seven. He taught Economics and Classical Literature at Salem State University.

Her parents roots were deep in Salem, especially her mother’s. Her mother’s family had been here since the early 1600’s, one of the original families. Her grandfather back twelve or so generations had been one of the first black slaves brought to Salem in the 1630’s, only a couple of years after Salem had been founded. It had been his grandson who had earned his freedom, and the subsequent generations had been freemen despite slavery not being abolished until the 1790’s in Massachusetts.

Their roots were deep, and Lexa’s freed tenth generation grandfather had taken the last name Sangedakru, in honor of his African grandfather’s clan. But over the years it had been Anglicized and then Americanized until it was simply Sanderson. It was a seemingly simple, innocuous name, and most had forgotten it’s African origins, but it still caused people in Salem to pause when they heard it.

Because when people thought of Salem, they thought of the Salem Witch Trials, and those who visited Salem, quickly learned of another trial, the trial of the three Sanderson Sisters. Three sisters, all witches, accused of sucking the life of the children of the village, so the sisters could be immortal.

And on October 31, 1693, the three sisters were hanged in the dead of night by the light of dozens of torches from the townspeople. But before they died, with her last breath, Nia Sanderson cast a spell promising that when a virgin lit the candle on the night of Hallow’s Eve, the sisters would rise again.

Lexa stood on the front porch watching as witches and goblins, ghosts, and iron men, and captain americas, and zombies, and princesses, and winnie the poohs, and cowgirls littered the street, bustling about  about, screaming excitedly to each other, pillowcases and pumpkin heads laden with candy.

She shivered and looked up at the full moon peeking behind the clouds. The sky was a dark slate, shadowed in blues and purples. The moon hung in the sky, a silvery white that simply glowed, pushing the shadows back. It was beautiful, but there was something chilling in the air, something more than the fall frost in the air. She pulled her sherpa fleece tighter around herself, trying to shake the feeling of...something...something big...impending...dark...something just around the corner.

She chuckled and glanced over, eyes widening slightly at the black cat that had jumped up on one of the thick marble railings. “Well, hello there, Raven.” She reached out and scratched behind the black cat’s ears. “I was wondering when I would see you.”

She smiled at the way Raven bumped her hand, clearly in the mood for more scratching behind her ears. Lexa smiled, enjoying the soft silk of her fur against her fingertips. She glanced down at the red collar, with the old, tarnished heart hanging from it. It simply said Raven. There was something about the old metal heart that always made her feel strange, almost cold. It was old, her father had said that it had been made by a blacksmith, you could see the hammer dings in it. This wasn’t a heart that was purchased on Amazon or at Petco.

But no one knew who the cat belonged to. She came and went. Lexa would go months without seeing her, and then she would suddenly pop up again. Lexa and her parents fed the cat every time. And when she was a child, she had tried to find the owners, hanging up flyers, even asking the local police if they knew who owned the cat, but no one knew. They only knew that the cat had just always...been. Even the old-timers who gathered down at The Witche’s Brewe swore they had seen the same cat with the red collar and tarnished heart when they were children.

But a cat couldn’t be sixty odd years old. Could it?

She glanced away, trying to shake the feeling. Raven never failed to show up on Halloween. Every single year as long as Lexa could remember, starting when she was four, Raven had appeared on the marble railing on Halloween night. She licked her dry lips and turned away again.

“Well, Raven, I think I’m going to take a walk. You coming?” She walked down the steps, knowing without seeing that Raven was a few steps behind her. They did this every year, walked down the streets, turned up the north alley, and kept walking until they reached the Sanderson Museum. It was the original Sanderson Cottage and had been passed down to her mother, and someday she supposed she would inherit it. She rarely went in. The cottage was...unsettling, especially on Halloween, but sometimes it felt like it was calling to her. And she knew Raven was intimately acquainted with the cottage. She had seen her around the cottage enough times to guess that maybe it was her home.

It had been her great-grandfather who had turned it into a museum in the very early 1900’s, after returning from the Great War. He had been like a man possessed, cleaning out the cottage, repairing parts of it, and then setting it up as a museum. It was popular in the summer, but nobody went near it on Halloween, the curse hanging over them like an avenging shadow. And no teenager wanted to admit they were a virgin anyway.

She scoffed and tucked her hands into her pockets and stepped out onto the small street, turning left and walking down the sidewalk away from the center of town. It was quieter here, along the neatly cobbled sidewalks, the tall trees swaying slightly in the light breeze. She pulled the beanie down over her ears, wishing she’d grabbed her gloves. She walked down the street, nodding at the children tumbling about, the crowds quickly thinning out, as most people were headed to the center of town. Little Salem. It was technically part of Salem, but functioned as it’s own small town of about 17,000 people. Big enough for a movie theater, golf course, boutiques and stores catering to the tourists, small police force and a ten man fire department, three healthcare clinics, and the hospital was only twenty minutes away in the heart of Salem. It was a good town, perfect for her. Not big enough to feel truly lost and alone, but still big enough to afford her a little bit of independence.

She turned crossed the street at the stop sign and turned the corner, Raven padding along behind her, only run into something or someone.

She yelped when their bodies collided, and she stumbled narrowly missing tripping over Wonder Woman.

“Damn!”

“Holy Hell Hannah!”

“You shouldn’t swear.”

She blinked and looked down, her eyes clashing with green that looked almost exactly like her own. “Oh..I...uh...sorry…” She muttered, pink blossoming across her cheeks.

She glanced over to the older girl, swallowing harshly at the sight of a wild mane of blonde curls tumbling about the girl’s face, her snapback askew on her head, her blue eyes sparkling in peach cheeks.

“Sorry. Are you hurt?” She looked back down at Wonder Woman, “You ok?”

“Yup.” Madi nodded and shuffled her feet leaning into Clarke’s side, relaxing the moment she felt her sister’s arm fall across her shoulders.

“Yeah. Yeah...sorry. That was my fault. I was hurrying,” she laughed, pink now staining her own cheeks, as she scrubbed at her cheek with her other hand before grasping the brim of her hat, and turning it back so it was behind her head again.

Great. Her crush. Clarke had smacked right into Lexa, and damn if she hadn’t smelled good. Like vanilla and lavender. She licked her lips and looked away, too embarrassed to look her in the eye.

Lexa smiled a little, she had noticed the blonde in a couple of her classes, and she didn’t know much about her, a recent transfer from California. She knew the girl took a lot of art classes, including at least one class at the local college. She might have asked Octavia about Clarke. The two were in the same classes, both Juniors while Lexa was a Senior.

Clarke straightened her shoulders and stuck out her hand, grimacing a little when she remembered that she still had paint on her fingers, but it was too late, because Lexa grabbed it in shook it.

“I’m Clarke.”

“I know.” Lexa smiled and held her hand a little longer than necessary before finally releasing it.

“Oh. Right. We have some of the same classes,” Clarke ducked her head glancing down just in time to see Madi roll her eyes at her. Madi might have only been nine, but Clarke still shared almost all her secrets with Madi. And Madi was well aware of who Lexa was.

She bit her lip, hoping and praying that Madi wouldn’t...well be Madi. Just this once, her sweet sister with a corruptible streak might actually not out her in front of Lexa. Although she had an idea Lexa already knew she was bi, as she didn’t exactly hide it. No, she prayed Madi wouldn’t out her crush on Lexa.

“You’re Lexa.”

Clarke winced. Too late.

Lexa looked down at Wonder Woman, and then glanced up at Clarke, quirking her eyebrow at her, a small smile playing about her lips. It was clear that Wonder Woman knew who she was, despite Lexa not introducing herself.

“I am. And what is your name, Wonder Woman?” She held out her hand, smiling at the way Madi blinked owlishly up at her, chewing on her lower lip, before finally deciding to shake Lexa’s hand. Lexa was surprised by the firm grip, but it still made her smile.

“I’m Madi, Clarke’s younger sister. She talks about you. A lot. I like your cat. Our eyes are the same.” Lexa blinked, her mouth hanging open a little, her mind buzzing with all the words that had just tumbled past Madi’s lips.

Madi...Clarke...talks about you...cat...Cat? What cat? Oh! Raven!...eyes.

She nodded and chuckled looking up to meet the mortified face of Clarke, her peach skin now flaming red. She chuckled again and reached out, laying her hand on Clarke’s arm. “Really?”

Clarke closed her eyes briefly, debating between yelling at Madi or just keeping her eyes closed forever so she wouldn’t ever have to face Lexa again. But she was pulled out of her humiliating reverie by a squeeze to her arm, and the sudden warmth of a tall body almost pressing into her’s.

“Hey. It’s ok.”

She looked up, blinking at how closely Lexa was standing in front of her. The older girl was only a couple inches taller, and only a few inches away. Her eyes wandered across high cheekbones, dusky skin with a light smattering of golden freckles across her nose, to full coral colored lips. She licked her own, wishing she had the courage to close the space between them, but before she could even finish formulating the thought, Lexa stepped back.

Lexa blew out a shaky breath, her skin warm enough now that she unzipped her jacket a little. She glanced down at Madi. “Yes, we do have the same eyes don’t we.” She bent down a little until she was eye-level with Madi.

“You know, Madi. I’ve noticed your sister too. I know she likes to paint, and she is funny. I like hearing her laugh,” she whispered to Madi, pretending to ignore Clarke, but making sure Clarke could still hear her.

She heard Clarke gasp, and it made her smile again as she straightened. “Have you had fun trick or treating?”

Madi nodded and reached up grabbing Clarke’s hand, “Clarke? Are we going to do more trick or treating, or are we going home?”

Clarke nodded. They’d already hit the houses on the lower end where they lived and were on their way to the center of town.

“Do you want to come with us?” Madi handed her candy basket to Clarke and then held up her other hand for Lexa to take.

Lexa was tempted, but she needed to do something first. She had been heading to the Sanderson Cottage, her yearly pilgrimage. She wasn’t sure why, but the pull was even stronger this year, and by the way Raven was starting to rub against her legs, she knew the cat was anxious to get going also.

“I would love to, but I’m actually on my way somewhere. Unless you want to come with me?” She grabbed Madi’s hand and looked expectantly at Madi and then Clarke.

“Ok!” Madi grinned and swung their arms, deciding for them. She pulled on their arms, turning back the way they had come and then looked up at Lexa, waiting for direction.

“Oh look! Your cat!”

Lexa turned and saw Raven ten feet ahead of them, standing in the sidewalk, tail twitching, clearly waiting for them to follow her.

“Raven isn’t actually my cat. She only belongs to herself.” Lexa pointed towards her. “Every year we visit the Sanderson Cottage. She knows the way.”

“Oh I heard about the cottage, but don’t really know the history. I heard there is a curse involved?”

Lexa nodded slowly at Clarke and then looked down at Madi, wondering how much to tell them.

“The Sanderson Sisters were witches: Nia was the oldest and the meanest, and Anya and Echo were twins, but they didn’t look exactly alike. They say though that there were more children, children who died mister-mishteriously.”

“Mysteriously,” Lexa corrected as she stared down in surprise at Madi. “How did you know that?”

Madi shrugged, “I’m not good at reading. I don’t like it, but mama gets me the audible books from the library so I can listen to them. And I like misherteries.”

Clarke smiled, “She has almost perfect recall. She can quote back almost anything once she had heard it once or maybe twice. She likes mysteries. She was really excited to move here.”

“You are from…”

“Los Angeles. We moved here in August.”

They walked along slowly, the houses slowly falling away in the distance until they finally reached their destination. It was a medium sized cottage, only two, open rooms with a partially open loft that ran the entire area of the cottage.

The weeds had grown up around it, and Lexa frowned, wondering why the gardener hadn’t been out to clear out the dying shrubbery. She shivered a little, staring at the front door, her fingers itching to grasp it and open it.

Raven had settled on a windowsill waiting patiently for Lexa to decide.

“It’s a little spooky.”

Lexa glanced at Clarke watching the way the blonde fidgeted, biting her lip, before she straightened her shoulders and puffed her chest out a little.

“Let’s go in. It will be fun.”

She was surprised the blonde wanted to go in, sure the younger girl was a little scared of it. She looked down at Madi who was staring intently at Raven, her brows furrowed.

“Ok,” she heard herself say before she had even thought of it. She dug into her pocket for the key and dropped Madi’s hand, approaching the door. It took a minutes of jiggling the old iron skeleton key before it finally clicked and the door opened with a small squeak.

Chapter 2: 

They stepped into the large room, Lexa frowning again at the cobwebs. The museum had been closed for repairs for the last two years, but Lexa had assumed someone was at least cleaning everything. But she could see the dust coating almost everything, cobwebs in the nooks and crannies. She flicked the lights on, and the lights pinged and flickered before finally settling.

Clarke stepped inside, pleased that the lights at least worked. The room was full of items, many of them books. A table and chairs, a large cauldron. She rolled her eyes at that, sure it had been placed there for the benefit of the tourists. Witches weren’t an actual thing.

But there was a large book on a pedestal, a glass box covering it. She glanced down at it, wrapping her fingers around the edges of the pedestal.

“Wow...so they actually put a spellbook in here?” She chuckled and laughed, “bet the tourists love that.”

Lexa grumbled a little and moved further into the room, trailing her fingers through the dust. “It’s real. The sisters are real, and so is the spellbook.”

Clarke looked up, surprised at the tone in Lexa’s voice. “Sorry,” she muttered.

Lexa shrugged and sighed a little, “No, I’m sorry. The Sanderson Sisters are actually part of my family history. They were my great-great-great-great...well, a lot of great aunts. My family owns the cottage and museum.”

Clarke nodded and walked around the room, checking briefly on Madi who was sitting in one of the old chairs at the table, patting Raven who was sitting on the table purring to her heart’s content.

She stopped in front of a tall, thin metal handle holder. In it sat a pristine, fat black candle, the wick unburnt. It was the only thing that didn’t have a layer of dust on it. She frowned and stared at it. There were numerous candles scattered around the room, most of them a whitish, yellow, wicks partially burnt. This was the only black one, never burnt.

“Lexa, what is this?”

Lexa glanced up from where she was reading one of the books written in the late 1800’s that spun the tale of the Sanderson Sisters.

She set the book down and walked up to Clarke, their shoulders brushing each other. “It is the curse.”

Raven stopped purring.

“How does it go?”

Lexa said nothing for a moment, before spinning the tale she had heard from her mother as a child. “The Sanderson Sisters were born in the mid 1600’s, witches. Real witches. Not women that were simply independent and used herbs and such to heal people. They weren’t like the innocent women in the Salem Witch Trials.”

She shook her head, reaching out as if to touch the candle before snatching her hand back away. “They were real,” she murmured. “Like Madi said, Nia was the oldest. By twelve years. Their parents were farmers, but Nia...Nia was different. She had a cruel streak. After Nia was born, legend has it that three boys were also born, and they all died mysteriously as babies. The oldest only living to be two or so. People whispered that Nia killed them.”

“B-but, that would have meant she was a child too.” Clarke gaped at Lexa and shook her head, sure it wasn’t true.

“Yeah. Exactly. But then Anya and Echo were born. Twins, and they say they never cried. And they didn’t look like each other, which was unusual. I mean it isn’t unusual now. We know they were fraternal twins, but back then I guess fraternal twins only happened when a boy and girl were born, not twin boys or twin girls.” She shrugged again and crossed her arms looking around the room.

“Anyway, the girls were born and were inseparable. Echo almost drowned twice, but each time, Anya saved her. And they said that Anya was badly burned once on her hands, like..really bad. But somehow Echo healed her? I don’t really know. That part of the story isn’t well known, and there aren’t a lot of sources. Just a few diaries really.”

She rubbed her hands across her face, needing something to do with them, unsure why re-telling the story she’d told her friends a hundred times, suddenly was hard to do. It felt different, telling the story on Halloween in the cottage. Different, because Clarke and Madi were there. Different because Raven was just a cat, and yet, she swore sometimes Raven stared at her so intently, that Lexa was sure she would open her mouth and speak.

“Stuff happened. The girl all grew up, and if people angered them, suddenly their hogs would die, their kids get sick, the rain wouldn’t come. So the townspeople started to pay them tribute. Like give them money when they had it, give them their sheep and cows. They sold potions and stuff, stuff to heal people, and I guess it worked.”

“And then the kids went missing.”

Lexa and Clarke both jumped, turning around to stare at Madi who was sitting at the table, sorting her candy not looking at either of them as she continued. “Kids started going missing, and the sisters never aged. They should have aged, but they didn’t. So people began to suspect that the sisters were somehow living off the children. Like sucking them up.”

Lexa nodded slowly, “Yeah. That’s it exactly. Every few years a child or two would disappear. Until they took the wrong child.” She turned back to the candle, staring at it, imagining what it would look like lit.

“Which child?”

She jumped and her laugh quivered in her throat. “Aden. Aden Walker. They took Aden when he was only five years old. Lured him from his father’s house. Aden was said to be a strange child. He never spoke,” she muttered. His father was Finn Walker, but he was also called Aden Woods.”

Lexa stopped, surprised at what she had just said. She didn’t remember where she had read that Aden had also been called Aden Woods. She’d been obsessed with her family history when she was younger, and she had spent hours reading and researching the Sanderson line. She vaguely recalled the name Aden Woods in the genealogy and wondered if she had confused the two. There had been an Aden Woods in the 1600’s, but he couldn’t have also been Aden Walker, because Aden Walker had died as a child.

“No one knew who the mother was. He was delivered to his father’s doorstep when he was about two years old. Or something like that.”

“Maybe he wasn’t Aden’s father. Maybe he was just supposed to protect Aden.”

Clarke turned and stared at Madi before walking over to her and resting her hand on her head. “Why would you say that, Madi?”

Madi shrugged and went back to sorting her candy. She knew she’d had kit kat bars, but now they were all gone. She wrinkled her nose and stared at the small candy bars in her hand. The wrapping was red, and they were nut and dairy and gluten and soy free, and egg free. But they actually tasted good. But she knew she’d had kit-kats! She sighed and went back to sorting.

Clarke looked around the room, noting the dust and cobwebs, the almost haphazard piles of what looked like blankets or clothes in one corner, dried lumber and a toolbox in another corner. Obviously someone had been working on the cottage.

She walked back towards Lexa, “So what happened then?”

“He disappeared. Dead they say. Someone saw him die, I guess and ran back to tell the townspeople. The came in the dead of the night and captured the sisters in the middle of doing a spell to gain their immortality. They hung them. Right outside the cottage from the tall sycamore tree.”

Lexa said nothing for long moments, staring at the candle, her mind tumbling. History hadn’t recorded who it was that had witnessed Aden’s death and then run and gathered the townspeople and brought them back here. And that was odd, because history had recorded the events of the night in detail, even recording the names of the townspeople. The Blakes and Kanes had been present that night, the Millers and Monroes. Even the rest of the Sandersons had been there that night. They had even recorded the strange spell and ritual the sisters had enacted to suck the life out of young Aden Woods, but still...no one recorded who it was that had witnessed it all.

Clarke waited, giving Lexa a few moments to think about it. Whatever had happened here obviously meant something to Lexa, her family was tied to it. But it was still all legend. The sisters had probably existed, but they had probably been three women, refusing to conform and bow to the patriarchy like most women accused of witches. And they’d been murdered by the men of the town.

She pressed her shoulder against Lexa’s gently, taking a deep breath and brushing her fingers against Lexa’s. “Lex? What happened then?”

Lexa jumped a little, her fingers wrapping around Clarke’s. She squeezed and intertwined their fingers together, smiling down at Clarke, suddenly feeling lighter. “With her dying breath, Nia cast a curse, claiming that any virgin who lit the black candle on Hallow’s Eve, or Halloween night when the moon is full, will resurrect them again.”

“And?”

Lexa shrugged. “That’s it.”

“Sooo...no one has ever tried to light the candle?” She nodded towards the candle. “This is a new candle, no way it is from the 1600’s.” She laughed and dug into her pants pocket, pulling out her lucky lighter, the one her grandfather had given her. He’d been a young pilot during World War II and had given her the lighter, claiming it had saved his life when he’d been shot down over Nazi-occupied France.

She flicked the lighter and smirked a little, hoping to dispel the gloom sitting heavily in the room. “Come on, let’s light it, and see if the curse is real,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “Stories are just stories, but we should light it anyway.”

She held out the lighter to Lexa who shook her head and smirked back at her. “Sorry, Clarke, but that ship sailed this summer.”

“Oh.” She ducked her eyes, trying not to look as embarrassed as she could felt. Of course Lexa wouldn’t be a virgin, of course she was dating someone! She suddenly didn’t want to light the candle anymore, didn’t want to be in the cottage, and didn’t want to be near Lexa.

“She’s gone now. Costia. She and her parents moved away. We were better friends than girlfriends anyway.”

Clarke jerked up, color flooding her face again, but she couldn’t stop the smile that practically split her face in two. “So...no girlfriend?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. No boyfriend or girlfriend.”

Lexa nodded, already having suspected that Clarke was bisexual. The girl did have a patch on her backpack with the bisexual flag after all. And she had a rainbow sticker on her locker.

“You should kiss.”

Clarke choked on her saliva, face flaming, as she whirled around to gape at Madi who was staring intently at them both.

“Wh-what?”

“Isn’t that what people do when they like each other? It’s what you did with that boy Finn last year. That was a lot of kissy-face.” Madi wrinkled her nose. Finn had been ok, mostly. But she didn’t like the way that he always wanted to spend time with Clarke, demanding that Clarke stop spending time with her, and with him instead.

“Kissy-face eh?”

Clarke groaned a little under her breath. “Yeah, he was just a boy. I broke up with him before we moved.” She shrugged. “He was kind of annoying actually.” She laughed and looked over at Madi, well aware that Madi hadn’t really liked him.

“Yup. Annoying.” The girl unwrapped a piece of chocolate and popped it into her mouth, smiling as the sweet hit her tongue. She swung her legs back and forth looking around her.

“Are we going to get more candy?”

“Yeah, kiddo, we are,” answered Lexa as she turned towards Clarke. She shrugged, “light it if you want, but we should go.” She leaned in closer to Clarke, only inches away, her eyes searching Clarke’s.

“You know, part of the legend goes that when a virgin lights the candle, she should be kissed at the same time.”

Clarke bit her lip, looking up at Lexa from under her eyelashes. “Oh, really? Does it now?”

Lexa smiled and leaned in closer, daring Clarke. “Does it matter?”

“No.” Clarke flicked the lighter, the flame springing to life, and she reached over and lit the wick of the black candle, just as Lexa pressed her mouth to her’s.

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It was a moment before she realized that something had crashed loudly outside, the wind suddenly picking up and roaring through the trees. The house shook, and for a moment, she was sure it was because of their kiss.

But as she pulled back, she saw the cauldron lit with fire, the flame from the candle black as night and growing higher and higher. Raven was howling, and Madi screamed, jumping up and knocking over her chair with a loud crash, as she ran and threw herself at Clarke and Lexa.

Lexa scooped her up, Madi’s little legs fastening securely about her waist. She grabbed Clarke and pulled her back and behind her, stepping away from the candle. The light suddenly went out, and Raven howled again, the wind shaking the cottage. Books fell from the shelves, and the fire beneath the cauldron spit in angry time to the shaking of the house.

“Fuck! Fuck, Lexa! What is happening!?” Clarke grabbed at Lexa’s arm, pulling her with her, terror licking along her nerves. It was a myth, a legend, a stupid scary tale that they told to kids to scare them. But the lit candle’s flame was black, and it towered above them, almost reaching towards the ceiling now, but it gave off no heat, only a freezing cold slowly drifting through the air.

The lights were out, and they could barely see, and Clarke stumbled, her fingers gripping Lexa’s arm, refusing to let go, relieved that Lexa was carrying Madi, as she was the stronger of the two of them.

“Shit, Clarke! I don’t know. I don’t know! We have to get out now!” She pulled Clarke towards her and circled around the candle, staring in horror when she realized that the glass case covering the spellbook had been shattered, and the pages of the book were fluttering madly in the wind. Except…

“Lexa, how is that possible. There isn’t any wind in here?”

Lexa shook her head, her heart pounding in her ears, her skin hot to Clarke’s touch, but felt icy to her own. She could feel the temperature dropping. She tried to make her way to the wall, and with every step they took, a new candle suddenly flamed to life, blinding them only to suddenly burn out again.

“I can’t see, Clarke! Clarke!”

Clarke reached up, her hand scraping along Madi’s head, trying to soothe the wailing child. “It’s ok, Madi. It’s ok, we are getting it out.”

“Lexa, which way?” She was disoriented from the flashing candles, and the cold that was seeping into her bones, making her tired and dizzy. She fought to place one foot in front of the other, wondering why her movements were so sluggish.

“This way! Hurry! This way!” She heard the voice off to her left, and she tried to make her way towards the voice, pulling Lexa with her.

“Stop! No, move to your left, back! Back!”

She followed the voice, obeying their every direction, until she was able to get around the table, stumbling against the pile of lumber.

“The door. It’s right in front of you. Hurry!”

“Lex, this way!” She tightened her hold on Lexa and surged forward the remaining steps, her hand reaching out blindly for the handle. She closed her hand around it, and she pulled, struggling with the door as it refused to budge.

“Push it!” The voice hissed again. And Clarke threw her weight against the door, gasping as she and Lexa and Madi tumbled through the door, tripping down the wooden steps to land in a heap in front of the cottage.

They lay there breathing heavily, their hearts racing and limbs trembling. The cottage was suddenly quiet, all of the lights off, the candles blown out. The wind outside had died down, and they could hear mice rustling through the leaves under the trees.

“Wh-what was that?!”

“Madi! Madi, are you ok?”

“I’m ok.”

“Clarke?”

“Yeah.”

Lexa sat up, pulling herself to her knees and then to her feet. She swayed slightly, relieved when Clarke wrapped her hands around her waist to steady her, before leaning forward and sliding her arms fully around Lexa’s waist. She leaned her head against the back of Lexa’s shoulders, trying to regain control of her breathing.

Madi scrambled to her feet, lifting her arms to Lexa, who immediately picked her up again. She was probably too old to be held like this, but she didn’t care. She was afraid. They had done something. Something bad. Something was awake.

Clarke loosened her grip around Lexa’s waist and slid her hands up Madi’s legs, squeezing them gently.

“You sure, you ok, Madi?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” She nodded and pulled away, stepping around them both to look at the cottage, before turning back towards Lexa.

“Lexa…”

“Who were you talking to?”

“Wait. What?” Clarke looked at Lexa, surprise on her face. ‘What do you mean who was I talking to?”

“In the cottage. Who led you out?”

Clarke stared at her for a full minute, her heart dropping to her feet. “Lexa,” She stepped closer, her words somber and heavy. “You. Lexa, you led me out.”

“No, Clarke,” Lexa shook her head and wiggled her arms, readjusting Madi who still clung to her. “No, I was to your right, and that voice came from your left. I followed you, Clarke.”

“L-Lexa, I...I don’t...I followed…”

“Me. You followed me.”

They both froze and turned slowly to face the cottage again.

Raven sat on the front step calmly licking her front paw, before gracefully jumping down the few steps to pad over to them and sit a couple of feet in front of them. She tilted her head back and stared at the three of them. It had been done. Finally. She had waited centuries for this night.

She had always known that the Griffins would return to Salem, having fled it the same night that young Aden Walker had supposedly met his end. Salem had a way of drawing the original families back, especially those with magic in their blood.

And nowhere was the more magic in Salem than in the three who stood before her: a Griffin and the true Sangedakru. Except...She peered over her shoulder, her body tense, the cottage was quiet, too quiet. She knew they were in there, waiting like the predators they were. They didn’t have much time.

“Listen, I realize this is a lot to take in…”

“Oh my god! The cat is talking! The cat is talking! Why is the cat talking!?” Clare turned to Lexa who simply stood there, looking more than a little bewildered, her jaw hanging open, her eyes wide.

“Cool! A talking cat!”

Clarke focused her attention on the squealing Madi. “No, not cool! This is bad, Madi! Oh..god...it’s the candy!”

Clarke grabbed Lexa jerking her around, terror coloring each word as she grabbed at Madi, trying to pull her into her arms. “It’s the candy, Lexa! It’s been poisoned, by...by...I...a...hallucogenic! Oh my god! Shit! Shit! We have to get her to my mom, she will know!”

Lexa simply stared at Raven, her mind buzzing. “C-candy?”

“Yes, I ate the kit kats!”

“I knew it!” crowed Madi, earning a wild glare from Clarke, who had finally managed to pull Madi from Lexa’s arms. She wrapped both her arms around Madi and turned headed towards the long paved road back to town.

“It’s ok, Madi. It will be fine, don’t be scared.” But the words felt useless, and she could feel her own panic bubbling up about to spill over.

“I didn’t eat the candy,” whispered Lexa, before finally turning and jumping after Clarke. It only took a couple of steps before she caught her, grabbing her gently by her arms and pulling her back into her own body. She turned her, unprepared for the sobs that suddenly jerked Clarke’s entire body, or the way the blonde almost entirely collapsed into her arms.

Madi wiggled, unable to slip out of Clarke’s hold, now squashed between two bigger bodies. She tried to crane her head around Clarke’s so she could see Raven. Raven who talked, when she shouldn’t. She always knew magic was real.

“It’s ok, Clarke. It’s ok,” murmured Lexa as she ran her hands up and down Clarke’s back. “I didn’t eat the candy, and I hear Raven to. It’s ok. We aren’t hallucinating.” She sighed and gulped. “This is real.”

Clarke sniffed, Lexa’s words finally piercing her growing panic. Her sobs slowly subsided, and she finally stepped back a little, and Lexa carefully prided Madi from her arms, setting her on her feet, keeping one arm around her tightly.

Clarke laughed, tears drying on her cheeks. “Better? Oh god, Lex. How is that better? Could it be real?”

All three of them turned to Raven who hadn’t moved, but was clearly unimpressed. “Are you three done? Because we are almost out of time.” She stalked forward, her eyes intent upon Clarke, her tail flicking with every step.

“Listen. My name is Raven Birch. I was born in 1667, here in Salem. And I was turned into a cat on the night the townspeople of Salem hung the three Sanderson Sisters. With her dying breath, Nia Sanderson cast a curse promising that they would rise again when a virgin lit the black candle under a full moon on Halloween. The sisters have risen, and we have go. Now.”

“B-but...you can talk,” sputtered Clarke.

“Yes, oh smart one, I can.”

“Oh my god. Did she just sass me?” Clarke turned towards Lexa, her mouth open, hands on her hips, only to see Lexa trying not to laugh. “Really? You think it’s funny that a talking cat just sassed me?!”

Madi laughed and grabbed Clarke’s hand, pulling on it. “Come on, Clarke. It is kind of funny.”

Clarke huffed and rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to Raven. “Fine. You can talk. Look…”

But Lexa interrupted her, stepping forward and crouching down near Raven, “Could you always talk? And I just didn’t hear you?”

Raven smiled as only a cat can and stepped closer, rubbing against Lexa’s knee. “No, Lexa. I was always aware of who I was, but I couldn’t speak until the candle was lit.” She sat down and peered up at Lexa, her voice soft and gravelly, breaking a little “I’ve waited so long for this night, but we do have to go now, I will tell you the rest of what happened that night.”

“Well, well, well. And what do we have here.”

All three of them froze at the sound of the voice, before Raven turned quickly, crouching slightly, tail flicking wildly. She hissed and bared her fangs at the three figures standing in front of them.

“Well, well, Raven. It has been a long time. But how long exactly? Hmmmm?”

Lexa grabbed Clarke, who had already grabbed Madi, pulling them behind her. This was bad, very bad, because she recognized them from the sketches and paintings that had been done.

“It’s the sisters,” she whispered, throat tight with fear.

“Oh very good! Very good!”

The woman with reddish brown hair stepped forward and off the stoop, advancing on them slowly before stopping five feet from them. Her face was heavily scarred, but Lexa quickly realized that the scars were symbols and not random, and they were almost beautiful in a twisted way. The woman was thin, wearing a dark gray cloak, over a blue dress that obviously had gone out of fashion hundreds of years ago. Her eyes were ice blue and her chin sharp and haughty. She was clearly the one with the most power.

The woman to her left was taller with dark eyes and long brown hair tumbling about her shoulders in waves. She too wore a dress, long out of fashion, and leather shoes with buckles. Her cloak was dark green and clasped at the neck with, a large copper button. She grinned, her lips twisting, making her beautiful face all the more chilling.

And the last woman was taller than the rest, lithe and almost gangly. She wore what looked like a crown of interwoven branches upon her head, and her hair was long and brown with flashes of yellow in it. But it was her eyes, rimmed in what looked like charcoal with streaks spreading partly down her face that were the most startling. She wore trousers and leather boots, with a long coat studded with what looked like metal pieces.

“The sisters,” croaked Lexa.

Nia laughed and waved her hand and the woman to her left stepped forward giving a little curtsey, before smiling and licking her lips and stepping further away from Nia, circling closer to Lexa and Clarke.

Raven hissed when the woman moved, and she hissed back, her lips twisting into a sneer. “We meet again, Raven. You were always annoying.” She raised her hand, fingers extended towards Raven who backed up a step, just as the third woman stepped forward.

“Enough! We don’t have time for this,” She cast a quick glance down at the cat who was still staring at her sisters, but she knew Raven was watching her out of the corner of her eye. “Leave Raven be, we have no quarrel with this cat.”

“No, quarrel??” snarled Nia, “she is the one who brought them to our door!”

“Yes, and you cursed her and she paid her debt to you. It is finished.”

Nia stepped back and eyed her younger sister, her brows pulled low, her lips pursed slightly. It would appear that time had not brought her sister to her senses.

She stepped towards Lexa, smiling and holding out her hand. “So, you apparently know of us? Hmmm?”

Lexa swallowed harshly and nodded. “You are Nia,” she jerked her head towards the woman in the green cloak, “that would make you Echo, the youngest twin.” She pointed towards the last woman, the one with the crown. “And I guess that makes you Anya, the first twin.”

Nia laughed and nodded her head, while Echo clapped her hands and twirled in place. “So you recognize us!” She flicked her hand in the air, “We are rather unforgettable. But enough of that,” she flicked her hand in the air again, slowly letting her gaze roam over the three of them. “Tell me, what exactly are you wearing? Is it common for girls to wear pants? You are girls? Right?”

“Not that it matters, and gender is a social construct anyway, but yes,” hugged Clarke in annoyance.

“A gender..what?” Nia cocked her head, confusion wrinkling her face and making the scars jump slightly. “Oh never mind. That isn’t important. What year is it? How long have we been gone?”

“It is 2018,” chirped Madi, as she shifted out from behind Clarke, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“It’s...it’s...2018?!” sputtered Nia as she raised a hand and rubbed at her forehead, sighing deeply. “Well no matter.” She turned her attention to Madi, a slow smile breaking across her face, twisting her lips and highlighting her scars. She leaned down a little, while Raven spit at her.

“Aren’t you a beautiful, little thing.” She reached out towards Madi, as Echo stepped closer, her gaze intent upon Madi also.

“Look at her, Nia! So small and delicate! So...yummy,” Echo murmured, excitement spilling from her mouth as she licked her lips.

Clarke and Lexa both grabbed at Madi just as Nia and Echo suddenly rushed forward. Raven yowled and threw herself at Echo, who had managed to beat Nia to Madi, claws extended. Raven yowled again when her claws dug into Echo’s shoulders, her teeth catching Echol’s ear as she bit down.

Echo screamed and backed away, jumping up and down, grabbing at Raven and trying to pull her off of her. But her hands couldn’t find purchase in Raven’s twisting body, and the cat started to slash at her shoulder, ripping through the cloak.

Nia stumbled, falling to the ground when Echo had shouldered her out of the way. She cursed and held out her hands, fingers sparking, but she was too weak to draw her power from the spellbook.

Anya crouched slightly, her hand going to her hip, where a long dagger rested, bound to her waist with leather cords. But she didn’t move, her gaze darting between Nia and Raven clawing at her sister.

Echo finally managed to get hold of Raven, and pulled hard, screaming as Raven bit at her head and scratched her across her forehead. Echo screamed and cursed again, finally throwing Raven from her.

Echo bent over, angry tears coursing down her face, her hands gingerly poking at the scratches on her head and forehead. “Damn that cat to hades!” She snarled as she whimpered at the pain and the sight of the blood on her fingers.

Raven landed on her feet, twirling quickly and facing the sisters again. “Run!” She spat and hissed raising her clawed paw.

And this time Lexa and Clarke ran, Madi safely ensconced in Lexa’s arms as they tore down the paved road as fast as they could back to down, Raven right behind them.

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Binge-Watching: Ouran Highschool Host Club, Day 2, Episodes 2-4

Welcome back, hosts and hostesses, to my binge-watch of Ouran Highschool Host Club! In which my respect for the show grows a trillionfold and Tamaki reaches dangerous levels of meta.

Respect for its Characters

Let’s be brutally honest: anime has trouble respecting its characters. Don’t get me wrong, I love the medium dearly, but it definitely operates from a very, for lack of a better term, indulgent mindset a lot of the time, sacrificing storytelling, character, and theme for the sake of cheap audience gratification. Fanservice is the most prevalent example of this, indulging in softcore porn for no other reason than to give the audience lots of pretty girls to imagine having sex with, even as it takes away the credibility of those girls as characters in their own right. I could probably write a whole separate post about this topic in particular, so let’s be brief and summarize by saying that, for example, My Hero Academia would lose absolutely nothing of value by taking Mineta out back and pumping a couple of shotgun rounds into his brain.

Which is why it’s so damn refreshing that the fine folks of the Ouran Host Club stubbornly refuse to fall into any of those traps. Haruhi ends up accidentally giving her first kiss to a girl? Huh, well that was unexpected, but it was still pretty fun. One of the brothers literally licks cookie crumbs off her cheek? Whatever, it’s just the kind of weirdness I’ve come to expect from them. Can you imagine these scenes taking place in any other high school rom-com anime, and how vastly different they might play out under a team that didn’t have such obvious respect for all these lovable dorks? Heck, even the goddamn “brothers in love” gag cracks me up every single time.

Well, thank you, Ouran, because now I have complete trust in your ability to continue engaging in hilarious hijinks without descending into cheap, cringey bullshit. I look forward to it.

FFS Tamaki

Tamaki is an absolute riot in this clump of episodes- Vic Mignogna is operating at the top of his game here. And the best parts are where he breaks the show’s meta and comments on it. It’s hilarious how he (probably correctly) identifies the “kind” of anime they’re in, and how he and Haruhi are the romantic leads. It’s even more hilarious how everyone mocks him endlessly for his “homosexual supporting cast” comments (and again, everyone takes what could be a really uncomfortable gag in stride, making it crackle with hilarious cheer). “You didn’t get to eat the fancy tuna last episode”? Priceless. “He’s invented a new technique: one man slow-motion”? I had to pause the goddamn episode so I could stop laughing for that one. Shine on, you beautiful mess, you.

Stylistic Touches

Another thing I’ve come to appreciate are the stylistic touches this show throws around to make the gags pop even more. The arrows pointing out the props you should be paying attention to do a wonderful job of setting up punchlines, and the title cards commenting on the scene (”For whatever reason, it’s the birth of a lady manager” “Suddenly, his life story”) never fail to reduce me to a fit of giggles. They give the show so much damn personality, and I’m just enjoying every second of it.

Odds and Ends

-“Who’s mama?” “Based on club positions, I assume that’s me.” Are you telling me I get to watch a show where J Michael Tatum and Vic Mignogna call each other Mommy and Daddy? WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE?

-Haruhi is me at parties. “Eh, too many people OH SHIT THERE’S A BUFFET COUNT ME IN”

-“Wow, Senpai, you’re blooming in more ways than one.” Haruhi just does not put up with any of Tamaki’s shit and I love it.

-DRAG HIM, BOYS.

-”Haruhi, I don’t feel so good.”

I’m... so sorry.

-PLANE OUT OF NOWHERE! This show’s comedic timing is spot-freaking on.

-SHE ACTUALLY WAS MAKING A SHORT FILM OH MY GOD

-WHY MUST I SHIP YOU TWO SO MUCH

And thus marks the end of another enjoyable ride. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get to another set of episodes today, but I’ll do my best. The Anime Binge-Watcher awaaaaaaaaaaay!

[bestsonofapollo]

DAY 12: Favorite TV Series

I, unironically, not a TV series lover. Familiar with that? Yea, because I’m not a movie-watcher either. I have both short attention span and commitment issue, so being hooked into one particular series is almost impossible.

My friends insisted me to watch Game Of Thrones. I diligently watch up until first episode of 2nd season then my mood dropped. Earlier this year I watched The Witcher, lost my interest after 4th episode.

But...through the years I have watch at least 2 series (almost) completely or at least watched with great interest.

Black Mirror

Dystopic - utopic theme catches my attention. What doesn’t bore me is its anthology style, different theme and cast each episode but with same essence, that is hyperbolic-imaginative side effect of media and technology in general. I watched according to popular recommended sequence, not in regular-chronological order. And honestly, I am relieved that I didn’t watch it sequentially from S1E1. That episode scarred me for life.

Anyway, I am hooked to every episode, on how every director make their own dystopia from different technology, and in some case, different media-play. Some episodes makes me shiver on how some technology are so close to what we have today and how said technology might have the same outcome (I’m talking about social class system and Instagram depiction in Nosedive episode). Overall, watching Black Mirror doesn’t bore me and make me hooked into very last episode.

Lie to Me

I watched Lie to Me when this series was suddenly, out of nowhere, broadcasted on local-nonpopular TV channel. It was a night show, over 9 pm so I remember I never completed this series, but I remember I was really hooked to its premise. Human lie detector with microscopic facial expression analysis? Whew I was obsessed with that idea. I might practice Lightman’s sharp observation unconsciously in real life.

Again, because it was a night show, and because it was broadcasted back on my mid-highschool days, I didn’t complete the series. But I enjoy the premise and overall plot. I might not enjoy the drama because, well, I was fourteen??? I hated romance, I only loved great plot!!! (ok, it was back in my days, now I fluttered by cheesy romance ffs)

That’s that. Again, a short and boring list from a topic I never master.

[allienjoyz]

Sanji x Nami FF - Letting Go Ch.1

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece just my FF

Summary: This is a FF “Version” of the WCI-Theme set in an AU. The story differs a lot from the original

Warning: English is not my first language ;)

Next Chap: https://allienjoyz.tumblr.com/post/160626673943/sanji-x-nami-ff-letting-go-ch-2

Chapter I

Life has never been easy for the young lady and it sure as hell wouldn’t get easier anytime soon. At least she thought so. But who could blame her? The city she lived in and called home has been going rack and ruin for years now. Poverty, crimes and corrupt politicians have destroyed what was once a happy and vivid town. Still the young lady –and her friends who she thought of as family- stayed and they wouldn’t leave. For reasons one stranger than the other they stayed.

 “Hey Nami…” the young woman rose her head and turned it towards her long-nosed friend who just called for her and teared her from the thoughtless. “Could you please turn up the volume a bit, I want to know to hear what happened at the town hall – it seems to be a big thing.” Ussop pointed at the TV. Nami nodded and did as requested. She hadn’t spent attention to the TV program, as she had been peeling the oranges she had just gathered from the plantation behind the house and drifted away with her thoughts just like so often. But now that she actually looked at the TV program she knew why Usopp wanted her to turn up the volume. An alarming red banner saying “Breaking News: Murder at the town hall” was spread wide across the screen. “… there has been no investigations yet, but based on first suppositions of the police officer the mayor of the capital has been murdered. His body was found in his office. Three gunshot wound in the stomach, one into the head. The police claimed not to have a suspect by now. The committee has not been seen and aside from the body there are no hints found yet – the police request all citizens to forward any information that could be helpful to the investigations. The vice mayor has declared that for personal reasons he won’t be assuming office. It is rumored that a so far fameless consultant of the dead mayor is going to inherit the office: Vinsmoke Jajji…..”

“Ha…” Nami turned around and looked to her friend Robin who had just thrusted out the disdainful laughter and she knew what her friend thought. She herself had never seen Jajji Vinsmoke, but she knew about the Vinsmoke family and that Jajji Vinsmoke was the head of it. They were infamous for their brutality and the family was one important force that turned the city to what it was now. “I can’t believe that…” her black haired friend Luffy stood up from his chair, breathing angrily. “I know what you think Luffy, but I guess it can’t be helped” Ussop stared at his friend knowing that Luffy, would want to run out of the house any time soon just to do something incredibly dumb, like always. Nami sighed “Ussops’s right Luffy, it can’t be helped. I mean how worse can it get?” She turned her head back to the TV, where she could see a tall blond guy standing in front of the cameras with a banner below him saying “Vinsmoke Jajji”.  The man was not smiling or anything his cold eyes staring into the cameras in way that send down a cold shiver down her spine. “I am so angry that I am hungry …. Hey Sanji how about a second meal?” Luffy asked Sanji while sitting down again at the kitchen table. Nami rolled her eyes and turned again around to face Luffy, ready to bawl him not to eat their whole food again, but she got distracted when she Sanji. Her blonde friend, who normally would tell Luffy to shut up or kick his ass right out of the kitchen was just sitting there. He had his gaze fixed to the kitchen table and his body was strained. Namis knit her brows – something was going on in her friend, this wasn’t like him at all. She never saw him like this, normally he was, even if the world was trembling, calm and keeping a cool mind. “Hey Sanji? A second meal?” Luffy asked again tapping his friends shoulder. Sanji startled and was turning his head a bit disorientated, till he saw Luffy swinging on his chair curiously waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry Luffy what did you say?” Sanji asked quietly and politely. Namis further knit her brows. “A second meal?” Luffy repeated. “Sure… I’ll make you something.” With that Sanji stood up and went to the kitchen. Luffy now was happily giggling and Ussop demanded also a second meal just like Chopper and Franky.  The report on TV had come to an end and Nami turned down the volume again continuing to peel her oranges, drifting again away with her thought but unlike most of the times she didn’t start thinking about her mother Bellemere but about the weird behavior of Sanji.

 After the second meal, everyone was minding their or business or preparing to go to bed. Sanji was doing the dishes as noticed somebody approaching. He didn’t have to look in the direction of that somebody to know who was coming, since it wasn’t just somebody to him (even though nobody living in this house was just somebody to him). But this somebody was someone special, probably the most precious and important someone in his entire life – past, present and future. He knew this scent just too well – he would identify this sweet tangerine scent, which was right now coming at him like a breeze of a perfect summer day, anytime and everywhere. But even though he knew who was coming he rose his head, as he would never voluntary miss a chance to catch sight of this, his, beautiful goodness that he loved more than anything or anyone in the whole word. Nami now stood just the length of an arm away from him smiling softly with her mouth – but not with her eyes.  Sanji put the dishes he had been washing till this moment back in the sink to give this orange-haired beauty all of his attention. “Nami-san, is there something I can do for you? Get you a dessert or a tea perhaps?” normally he would, swear his eternal love to her and compliment her beauty but he could tell from her eyes something was up – and besides he currently wasn’t in his best mood. “No Sanji-kun thank you.” She lowered the volume of her voice a bit “Actually I came for you. Is everything alright? You seem to be stressed by something.” Just for a small second Sanji dropped his smile. Just like her beauty her intelligence and senses were just perfect, of course she noticed his behavior. He didn’t want to lie to her but he didn’t want to tell her either – actually he didn’t want to tell anybody, he didn’t even want to think about it, all he wanted was to forget. So he decided to play it off. “Ahhhhhh Nami-swann are you worried about me? Is it because you actually do love me?” he swirled around her hoping behaving like he normally did would convince her that everything was ok. She rolled her eyes and picked him down by his hear so he was eye to eye with her. Her glance was serious and strict, but non the less having his face so close to hers blew the blonds mind. He couldn’t stop himself form staring at her. Just like the day he met her.

It was back in the time where he still went to Highschool. He was working his shift in the Baratie, the restaurant of this stepfather, flirting around with pretty girls just like he always did and still does. He was asking a girl for her number when he heard some loud noises from a table round the corner. He wanted to tell those noisy jerks to shut up and that this was not some kind of pub to get drunk in, be loud and annoy people with some infantile behavior and then return to that beautiful Lady. But when he had reached the corner and gained sight of the table where the noises were coming from – he stopped, just as his heart. A beautiful young Lady with short orange hair was sitting at the table with three firend laughing uncontrollably about the fight two of them were having.  Her small and filigree hands slapping on the table and her well-shaped breast was moving up and down, as she was panting heavily trying to get some air between her laughter. She was an extraordinary beauty in his eyes. But that was not what stopped his heart from beating, it was something different. Till then he had fallen only for the beauty of women – but in that moment he had fallen for this young woman, not her beauty but her. The way she was honestly laughing, absolutly not caring about the annoyed stares from other people that laid on her – blew his mind and let him forget about the other. In that moment he had fallen in love with Nami. She approached to their table and one thing coming to another he befriended himself with Nami as well as with Ussop, Zoro and Luffy, who were with her at that day. Spend time with her, moved in with her and her friends and got to know her better and better. Over all this time she just got more and more beautiful in his eyes and his love for her just kept growing.

 “Sanji-kun” for the second time today Sanji got drifted away with his thoughts. He noticed that he still was staring at Nami and he swear he noticed a faint blush on Namis cheeks. She let go of his ear. “Aw... I’m sorry Nami-san. Everything is alright. I am sorry for bothering you.” He smiled at her as good as he could. Nami sighed “Ok then. I will help you with the dishes… It’s already quite late and you have to get up early tomorrow right?” “Yes, but Nami-san please I don’t want to bother you any further. I ca…” he got interrupted by Nami “Sanji-kun I am gonna help you – so quit it.” She pushed herself behind Sanji to the sink and started with washing the dishes. Normally Sanji would be more than happy to spent time with his beloved, but right now he didn’t because he knew that she knew, that his smile was fake.

[suudonym]

Suu help me I ran out of things to read (ff) so uh, suggestions please?

hhmmm I’m actually crazy picky about my tastes and thus don’t read a whole lot of stuff so the suggestions I have are few and chances are high that you’ve already read them but lemme see what I can come up with

When the Morning Comes is at the top of my list forever and always. to put it simply it’s a possibility for how karamatsu came to be the way he is in -san, but it’s told by shuffling around and mixing up the chronology of events and the gradual creation and filling in of gaps makes it really compelling to read. back in the earlier days of the fandom when the majority of karamatsu-centric works drew heavily from episode 5 (which iirc was still the case even in april after the show ended, when wtmc was published), this fic gave a unique perspective on karamatsu’s relationship with his brothers that was just so refreshing and attractive. it was a HUGE influence on my understanding of the characters and their dynamic. also very highly recommended are Oversight (zaimoku) and Distraction (choukei) which take place in the same universe and are just filled to the brim with sweetness and goodness and a healthy dose of hilarity too

continuing in no particular order, sometimes the scariest thing about a person is the fact that they think checkered suits are still fashionable is also a very excellent read. it’s not complete yet, but it’s essentially a retelling of -san but following tougou as a protagonist hellbent on revenge for his arrest and it is a fucking riot. I almost don’t want to say anything more than that because it’d be a shame to spoil the experience but I have to say, the way this fic plays with tone and with meta is just so…..! what’s the word I’m looking for, something like “compelling” but with more of a feeling like grabbing you by the neck and breathing life into your lungs. this is truly the tougou fic we have needed for so, so long

if you like choromatsu (and really, what’s not to like about choromatsu), you gotta have a look at We Can Be Strong. a sort of prequel to -san, this fic takes bright-eyed recent highschool grad choromatsu and throws him through the wringer to slowly mold him into the guy we know from the anime, and it does so in such beautifully painful and emotional ways. what’s really interesting about this one is how very careful and well thought out pretty much every single detail is. it’s chock full of throwbacks (throwforwards?) to connect it to -san and all those little “ahaa”s are so fun to discover, like it’s not canon but it’s so easy to forget it sometimes with how cleanly it links up

Bridal Showers takes a look at jyushimatsu’s wedding day with everyone’s favorite episode 9 side character, doing so through the lens of Good Big Brother osomatsu and BOY am I all about that. it’s a very sweet (and often very funny) look at homura and the warmth she gains as she joins the matsuno family. osomatsu’s dynamic with homura is so cozy and familial and Good and it’s just a delight to experience. and if you enjoy the added osototo flavor then I also recommend Table Manners as Bridal Showers is a kinda-sorta future to that fic which incidentally is also expertly done

and that’s all the stuff I’ve enjoyed recently (I reeeeally don’t read stuff that often as you can tell) so now I’m going to comb my distant memory for things that stand out, such as Of Blood and Water which is an AU in which karamatsu accidentally finds out that he’s adopted. I LOVE stories with family themes and so I remember this one really hitting a spot that I didn’t even know I had

Everything’s Going To Be Fine is a… mm I don’t want to say disappointingly short because that sounds too negative, but what I’m trying to say is that it left me wanting more. a “what if karamatsu was a vampire” scenario that’s super in-character, funny, interesting, and just a touch ominous, especially in its open ending

and did I mention I like family themes? because home does it SO well. an AU where osomatsu didn’t get away from tougou, which is not generally my thing but this fic handled it excellently. just the right amount of awkwardness, just the right amount of feels, just the right amount of everything all wrapped up in a beautiful family-shaped package

Brothers are Like a Stab to the Stomach - my ao3 history tells me I never got around to the most recent chapter (and also tells me that it never finished) but I remember enjoying the hell out of what I read of it. on their way home from running an errand, karamatsu and ichimatsu end up in a baaaad situation. what stands out in my memory about this one is that it had really enjoyable banter and really profound, visceral descriptions of emotion and sensation

this one!!! No One Spoke His Name, this is the one I dove into my viewing history for because I had no clue what the title was but I HAD to put it on this list. an AU where one of the sextuplets is stillborn and the rest live on as quintuplets, adjusting their roles in the absence of one of them. it’s REALLY cleverly written and always lingers in the back of my head. I think I remember crying a little

and then there’s For When You Return, which I have not personally read yet but has been recommended to me a few times and is on my “things to read when I’m no longer deeply entrenched in writing and can take the time to focus and enjoy” list so I don’t have anything I can actually say about it except that it looks interesting and several of people have encouraged me to read it

hope there’s a bit there that you haven’t seen yet and find enjoyable!

[crazedattractionff-blog]

Chapter 9

It was finally Saturday, this whole week was crazy. I still can’t believe Chris gave me head, I thought it wasn’t real, but when a bitch woke up to find hickies in between her thighs, it let me know that it happened. I will say this though, I haven’t told anyone, and I don’t plan on it. I’ll just keep it between Chris and I because it’s nobody else’s business, but ours. 

All I know is that it won’t be happening again, it just won’t.

“Aye, you comin?” I heard his raspy voice come through my opened door, I looked up to see him leaning against my threshold, bottom lip embedded into his teeth. I heaved in a breath before nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in about five minutes.” I informed, putting my focus back on the makeup that was sitting down in front of me on the vanity. Just a light touch up of mascara, eyeliner, and clear lip gloss.

“Aiight.” I heard him mutter, soon the sound of the door closing, and his footsteps nearing me. What is he doing? “Relax, ma.” Chris whispered into my ear, “You smell good.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” I squeaked, his chuckles erupting into my ear. “What do you want?” I asked, moving my head to the side and turning it so I was looking into his eyes. Those piercing brown eyes.

“A kiss.” He stated, looking down at my lips, then back at my eyes. I shook my head, roughing up my curly main. “Why not?” He whined, poking out his bottom lip.

“Because..” I breathed, breaking eye contact, looking down at my shorts. “It’s risky.” I shrugged, reminding him and I both that Blake is still in the house, and that we can get caught at any given moment.

“India..” He lifted my chin with his index finger and thumb, “Take a risk.” He mumbled onto my lips, soon attaching ours together.

And I did.

I took the risk of kissing him in my room, my little brother just down the hall. Shrugging at my thoughts, I felt the kiss grow deeper and Chris poking my bottom lip with his tongue asking for entrance, parting my lips I let his tongue slip inside. The kiss was slow, yet sloppy, it had me stuck in a trance like a high.

“Aiight, we’ll see you downstairs.” Chris pulled away, pecking my lips. My eyes were still closed, so I just nodded letting him know that I heard him.

The opening and closing of my door caused me to open my eyes and see that I was now alone. Heaving in a breath, I slowly released, turning back to the vanity mirror.

What a waste of five minutes.

“Ah, hell nah! That’s a foul!” I heard a father call out in the distance.

I chuckled, shaking my head. It’s like this every time coming out to Blake’s football games. Parents are forever going to be more competitive, when it’s just a kids game, like let the children enjoy the game and put in their work. Now if they were in high school, then it would be understandable, but they’re not.

“Man, someone go get that fool.” Graham chortled, shaking his head, as he stuffed his mouth with nachos. This nigga is forever eating.

“Ain’t shit we can do.” I stated, laughing at the cheese that dripped down Graham’s chin. “Wipe ya mouth, greedy!”

“Fuck up.” He muttered, grabbing a napkin from his lap and wiping off the cheese. “Anyways. what we doin after little bros game?” He asked.

Yes, the whole crew comes and supports Blake’s games. It’s appreciated because I really don’t like sitting alone with my dad while he talks with his friends, some of the other boys that my brother plays with parents.

I shrugged, “Depending on how Blake feels after the game. He’ll either choose to go to one of his friends house, or just stay home.” I stated, pulling my flannel together due to the wind that just breezed by.

“We should take Blake to get some food, then take him to a friends house.” Mayleen said beside me, nudging my side.

“That’s backtracking.” Chris spoke up in front of us. I inhaled a breath, letting earlier events play back in my mind. “And the way this game is lookin, he’s gonna want to go to one of his friends.” He leaned back into the bleacher.

“You right, look at little man go!” May exclaimed as Blake caught the ball, and ran down the 45 yard line to make a touchdown.

“Ayeee!!!” I cheered, standing up from my seat, almost knocking down Graham’s nachos in the process, “That’s my brother!” I yelled out, clapping my hands in the process. I’m one proud ass sister!

Seeing India actually in this element, had me smirking. She’s beautiful as hell, and I wonder why Dwayne’s punk ass doens’t cherish her. Oh, that’s right, he’s still in that little ass nigga mentality. She deserves so much better than what she puts up with, and I ain’t saying that I’m that guy, but I could treat her better than Dwayne any day.

“Yo titties need to be tamed, bruh!” Mayleen spoke, pulling down India to sit down, which had us all laughing.

“You ain’t shit, May.” India spat, soon chuckling, “And they are tamed, it’s not my fault these bitches want to be big.” She rolled her eyes, sitting down. It’s definitely not, her juggs are something that railed a nigga in too.

“You right, you right.” May laughed, “SO help ya girl out, and pass some my way.” She joked.

“You stupid.” India playfully rolled her eyes, pushing May a bit.

Shaking my head, I put my focus back on the game watching as Blake blocked another kid. Little man has skills for sure, and maybe one day he’ll make it to the big leagues. He has a long way to go, but he’ll get there if he just stays on the straight and narrow.

"Y'all niggas too much!" I laughed, as the crew and I walked over to a table inside of Jack in the Box. Them steak burgers be lit! "Fuck around and gon get us kicked out."

"The only one who is loud, is yo loud ass! Hush up, guy." Mayleen retorted, laughing with Ti and India.

"How bout y'all all hop off ma dick, and get you some business." I spat back, pushing down India's hat over her forehead, and flicking Mayleen's sloppy ass bun at the top of her head.

"You play too much!" India slapped my arm, lifting her hat up after. I shrugged, sliding into the booth we got. India slid in next to me, Dre and Mayleen across from us and Graham and Ti behind us with their little females. "So we going our separate ways after this, right?" India asked, sipping from her cookies and cream shake. I was too busy to answer, due to eating this burger, but my plan was to go back home and just chill.

"Yeah, we are Indy." Mayleen pouted softly, stuffing a fry in her mouth "As much as I love hanging wit the crew, we gotta part ways." She chortled.

"That's true, I had enough of y'all." India joked, sipping from her straw after, "But we still up for the mall tomorrow, or you tryna wait it out till after school Monday?"

Blocking out their conversation, I ate my food in peace, stealing a couple fries off India's tray without having her do her infamous smack of her teeth and rolling her eyes. I shrugged it off, placing my burger down and sipping some Sprite I had got.

"You heard about what Castro said?" Dre asked in a hushed tone, as he looked my way. I shook my head slowly, letting out a burp.

I excused myself before speaking, "Nah, what's goin on now?" I leaned back in the seat, my mood slowly dying down just by the mention of Castro. If it ain't one thing, it's another wit him.

"Maaaan," Dre dragged out, blowing out a breath of his own, "this nigga talkin bout his money short, so pay finna be cuttin short like 5%."

Meshing my brows, I clenched my jaw hearing this bullshit. "So we finna be getting paid $2,500 instead of the steady $5,000 that was comin in? This nigga got me fucked up." I shook my head, scratching underneath my chin. "We was just talkin bout how money hungry he is, and look what happened."

"Backwards ass shit, mane. You know he could lose runners like this? Shit, that's what it's finna come down to if he keeps makin changes CK...I might just call it a quits and sell for Q." Dre spoke, his tone serious. I ain't even mad about that, cause Castro doing some sketchy shit. His words never let someone punk you in this business. And that's exactly what he's doing right now. If y'all wondering who Q is, he's good friends with Castro, and business is boomin for him, he runs most of South and East Los Angeles, moving up to NorCal. I guess you could say he's more stable in this business. Him and Castro split the map of LA, so Castro runs North and West of LA. Now thinking about it, it's more convenient for me and my boys to run for Q...but being that we're well skilled, Castro wanted us. Not knowing he finna lose his best runners for doing this shit.

It was quiet in the house, just India and I in our lonesome. I was in my room chillin, looking aimlessly at the ceiling just as my phone did it's little notification jingle. Grabbing it off the side dresser, I put in my code and went to the twitter app seeing the 'favorite' notification.

litchantal favorited your tweet!

ChrisCoKane: tell ya ex bitch to get her cake up 🤷🏽‍♂️

Scrolling through the app, I furrowed my brows seeing India's tweet. This girl gone, man. india.jade: over it..bout to be about me 🖕🏽 ion even know what she talkin bout, but shorty gotta chill or some cause if it's a sub she can easily make her way in here and talk it out. Shaking my head of the thought, I tossed my phone to the side, and relaxed deeper into the mattress. Ain't none gon fuck up my vibe, just nah.

Hearing a knock, soon the door creaking open, India waltzed herself into my room. Blake was spending the night at over one of his friends', so this was kinda expected to happen, either one of us chilling in the others room.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" She questioned, as she looked at me, holding a tiny smile.

I shook my head, waving her over.  "Nah you good, wassup?" I licked the corner of my lip, eyeing her petite frame.

"Nothing, I'm bored...and I guess we could have some bonding time?" She added in quickly, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

[awwishfulthinking]

I just spent the last two hours rereading a really old fanfic of mine, because sometimes you just get into the mood of rereading the stuff you wrote when you were younger. And oh man, not only is this one of babby's first "published" fanfics on ff dot net, it is also a monster of a fanfic series at 25 chapters and essentially novel length. I think I started writing this as a freshman in highschool and finished it in my second year of undergraduate college...

I'm only at chapter 14 of the whole thing but wow. Sure the writing is a little unpolished, one character reads as extremely ooc to me now, and there's a little bit of "lol random" type humor; but man I wish I had that kind of creativity and motivation for my writing nowadays. It's also always fun to see what common themes tend to crop up in your writing, annnd my style of humor (character dialogue heavy stuff) has mostly remained the same... Although I do believe I used to be far funnier back then.

[crazedattractionff-blog]

Chapter 12

2 WEEKS LATER

India Jade Williams

Tapping my pencil against the desk lightly, I chewed on my bottom lip as the lecture was going on in English. I'm normally always in tune during class, but so much was turning in my mental. Home and school wise.

My dad and Nicole are back. I've been avoiding Chris like white on rice. Even if we have the same group of friends, I don't say much, or I'm always talking to May, or scrolling through my phone. He doesn't seem bothered, he hasn't talked to me much either, and maybe that's a good thing? I don't know. It's an awkward space we're in right now, and not talking about it is probably best?

"—o groups of 3, finish the Q and A on pages 87, 89 and 91. It'll be due at the end of the period, which gives us 25 minutes." Mr. Morgan's voice broke me from my thoughts. I crossed my eyes, this is English not fuckin math, but I digress.

"Aye Indy, partner with me and Chris." Shay said from beside me, nudging my elbow with hers. I didn't say anything but turn my chair around, so that we were facing Chris' desk. I avoided eye contact as I wrote on the sheet of paper; my name, the date, and the class period. "You real quiet today, Indy. You good?" Shay asked, why this bitch so damn nosy for?

"I'm fine." I said flatly, putting a small smile on my face, "Are you good?" I felt Chris kick my foot under the table, causing me to look at him with a scrunched face. He gave me a look as if he'll talk to me about it later.

I didn't want to talk to him at all!

"Yeah, girl. I'm good, more than good. My baby is coming home this weekend, you know what that means." Shay smirked, causin me to look back at her and raise a brow. She was bout to get her back broke.

"Ooh, okay. Have fun girl." I chuckled a bit, going back to the questions.

Sitting in the living room, I was eating a mango popsicle, minding my business as Hit The Floor reruns were playing. It's not going to be the same without Asha, but everyone has to part ways at some point. Too many twisted events, it was hard to keep up with everything going on. I really didn't even plan on watching this new season, it looks a little corny to me. Someone just tell me about it.

"Hey, dinners almost ready India." I looked back to see Nicole, sending her a soft smile. She didn't have to be callin me that all the time, my dad rarely uses my first name unless it's something serious.

"You can call me Indy, Nicole." I chuckled softly, biting into my popsicle letting the substance melt in my mouth. "Are there any nicknames you would like to be called?" I asked, standing to my feet, sliding them into my adidas slides.

"Nicki is fine with me, sweetie. Nicole seems so formal at times." She laughed, me following in suit. "Do you mind helping with the table?"

"No, I got it." I smiled, throwing away the popsicle stick. It's crazy because just two weeks ago this is where Chris ate me out. Biting my bottom lip, I shook the thoughts away and went to the cabinet grabbing the plates. "It smells good, what did you make?"

"Enchiladas. I made chicken and beef, then for sides rice and beans." She smiled, I nodded. I haven't had any good homemade Mexican food in awhile, and the way my stomach just growled it was ready for these flavors.

Christopher Adonis Kane

Walking into the house, I instantly got hit with the smell of food. My moms threw down, I haven't had one of her meals in a minute so it was surprising to have her cooking. But then again, maybe with the free time she has, she's putting her focus on getting things ready before niggas come home.

Walking into the kitchen i saw my mom and India chatting it up. She was covered up, well not really, she wore a long sleeve with those little ass shorts still. I bit my lip and made my way towards the fridge to grab a water.

"Hey mama," I smiled over at her, giving a head nod to India as I stepped around her and planted a kiss onto my mother's forehead. "You made dinner?"

"Uh huh, just another 20 minutes in the oven and it'll be ready. Go freshen up, you stink." My mom shooed me away, causing me to chuckle. I just got home from basketball practice.

Without saying a word, I made my way out the kitchen and up to the second level of the house, going to my room. To say the least, I've been good at keeping my distance from India, her too. But I would be lyin if I said I didn't want to dip up in her shit again, the pussy was mesmerizing. She tasted sweet too, so I was low key feigning. Chuckling lowly, I rubbed the back of my neck. I know it ain't gon be happening anytime soon.

Grabbing my towel off the back of my door, I made my way to the bathroom just as India walked out. She looked up at me, then back down and went straight to her room. I shrugged it off, this shower was more important right now. I showered for about 10 minutes, washing off the day, feeling like myself again. A funky nigga is what i won't be. Making it to my room, I grabbed a pair of polo briefs and slipped those on. Pulling a shirt over my head and sweats over my legs.

Walking out my room, I was heading towards the steps as I heard India's door open. Turning my head over my shoulder, she looked at me then back down. I turned on my feet, and walked towards her. Ion know why she's nervous, but she needs to kill that.

"Wassup witchu?" I asked, my voice low as I walked her back into her room, closing the door behind us.

"Nothing. Move, Chris." She looked up at me, her brows meshed as if she were annoyed. I shook my head, she needs to just talk about how she feels. Hearing her suck her teeth, she tried to push me out the way, but I grabbed hold of her wrist; a gentle grip.

"Nah, sumn must be up. Why you so nervous whenever i enter a room? Mask that shit." I gritted, bringing my hand up and holding her chin, her eyes became watery, her lip trembling. "Relax. I ain't gon do nothing." I let her go, causing her to blow out a tiny breath.

"Look...this is hard for me, to just act normal like nothing happened between us..I try to keep it cool, but it's like everything pops back up to mind." She bit her bottom lip, looking down briefly before she looked back up at me. "None of it should've happened.." she snarled, pushing at my shoulder as she walked out her room.

She's only saying that cause she don't know what she wants. I ain't finna chase her, it ain't that deep. But since she's been dealing with a nigga who's been confusing her, she don't know what's real. I'm not inserting myself in trying to fix her, when I got my own shit to worry about. School, basketball, these sells, graduating, and going off to college.

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Chapter 11

Christopher Adonis Kane

Waking up the next morning, India was laid atop of me, we were in my room instead of the living room. Last night was crazy, I thought that shit was a dream, but it really happened.

Yeah, shit might have just gotten real between us cause once our parents come home from their trip, we gon have to keep this minimal. Or just end the shit all together, but then again no point in doing so when we aren't related or officially step brother and sister. Shit sounds twisted, but I'm finna be 18 soon, so it wouldn't matter to me.

"Wake up, babygirl." I ran my hand against her bare back, stopping at her panty line.

"Hmm?" India hummed, soon shifting in her sleep, slowly opening her eyes. Once her eyes landed on me, they widened. "Did we..."

"Yeah...it happened." I chuckled loosely, my voice still in that rasp state. "You good?" I questioned, concerned that she was still quiet.

She nodded slowly, "Uh huh...but imma have to cancel plans with May and Ti." She pouted, soon cutting her eyes at me as I was chuckling, "This is your fault..I can't walk!" She frowned, hitting my chest lightly.

"Watch ya hands, ma." I glossed my bottom lip, "Or I'll put it on you, again." I stated.

She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, Chris. So what we gonna do after this happened?" She asked, biting the corner of her lip as she sat up on my lap, wrapping the sheets around her torso and chest area. Ion know why she's covering up, but imma just be quiet.

"Ion know, we just gon have to be careful. If it don't work out, then we might have to stop all together." I stated, shrugging.

I don't catch feelings, so this will be easy for me. In all honesty, it shouldn't have gotten this far, cause I'm already seeing how it's gon play out. Feelings will get involved at some point, possibly on both ends, so it's just gon be wild to see what happens down the line.

She blew out a breath, roughing up her now messy mane. "I hear you.." she got off my lap, sliding off the bed. "Imma go take a shower."

India Jade Williams

I decided i needed to get out, so meeting up with Mayleen was the best choice. Walking through the mall, I was just quiet. In my thoughts, thinking of everything that has happened. I knew it shouldn't have gotten this far with Chris, there's no taking back what went down. I'm just gonna keep my distance from him around the house once our parents get back. It was never supposed to be this way.

"Indy..you okay?" Mayleen asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, i just nodded my head, she didn't need to know..well not now anyway. "No you're not..but I'm gonna drop it. When you're ready, we'll talk." She squeezed my shoulder gently, removing her arm.

"Thanks." I murmured, moving a curly strand back, blowing out a tiny breath. "Can we go to your house after this..?" I asked, I didn't want to be home. I for sure didn't want to be around Chris at the moment. I felt myself falling again, when i should've left those feelings behind.

"Is that even a question? Girl, of course you can come over." May chuckled, waving me off, I chuckled shortly after. She'd be the person to bring my spirits up.

We finally got tired of the mall and decided to leave, there's only so much you could do, and we didn't want to spend all our money so it was the best choice for us both to go. It took us 25 minutes to get to her house, her moms car in the driveway. I love her mom, one of the most sweetest people I know. Getting out of May's car, we walked up the walkway as she grabbed her keys out and unlocked the screen door.

"MOMMY!" Mayleen shouted, closing the door as we both walked in. "I got Indy with me." She said in a sing song matter, her mother instantly coming into the front room.

"Stop all that shouting, May." Mama Lily came into the room, playfully rolling her eyes, "Indy, my sweet baby, how are you?" She pulled me into a hug, it was comforting.

"I'm okay..Dad is out of town with his girlfriend." I smiled gently, she raised her brow in shock, "He's happy."

"Good for him, he needed some good loving." Mama Lily chortled, causing for me to laugh. She knows! She's dealt with my dad coming over on late nights to talk with Julius, May's dad. "I'll send an invite for a little dinner so we can meet the lucky woman. I'm sure your mother would be happy." She smiled faint, pulling me into another hug.

"Yeah..I think she is, now she's smiling down, guiding us." I chuckled softly, pulling away from our embrace. My mom would want for my dad to move on, and it's like he's found that person.

Walking into the house, it was quiet. Shrugging, I locked the door and went up to my room, closing the door. It felt good not to be bothered. I was able to take some time for myself. Get my thoughts together. Prepare myself for what ever may happen. I don't know, but this wouldn't be good for anyone. Once Chris graduates he'll be off to college, and maybe our parents will be married? If it'll get that far, anything could happen we have no control over. So it's all in the air, life has a different way of playing out.

Stuffing my face into my pillow, I let the tears that welled in my eyes spill into the pillow. I don't know why I was so emotional, but this is very conflicting. Turning on my back, I wiped my face, the warm tears still flowing out. FUCK! I just want to get rid of it all. I hate feeling. Niggas don't understand what they put us through, then act nonchalant towards us. It's honestly, annoying.

I need to stop. Boss up lil bitch, these niggas ain't good for your health. My conscious spoke, ooh, she's feeling a way her damn self. I chuckled lowly to myself, pushing myself off the bed and exiting my room to go to the bathroom. I need to wash my face, get the puffiness out my eyes. Finishing that, I walked back into my room, my phone flashing, indicating i had a face time call coming through. My cousin, Shanti.

"Hey Shanti," i answered, holding the phone in my hand as i got comfortable against my pillows. "Why you callin this late, ho?" I laughed, joking with her.

"I can't call my little cousin?" She asked, laughing, I laughed with her. "I just miss you pudd. How are you?"

I shrugged plainly, "I'm alright." I scratched the itch off my forehead, letting out a breath. "Dad has a girlfriend, he's out of state with her as we speak." I smiled.

"Well shit then! Fuck it up, unc! I'm happy for y'all." Shanti exclaimed, causing me to laugh. This is what I needed, a little distraction to clear my mind. "What's wrong pudd?" She asked, she knows me too well. She's like the older sister I never had.

"Nothings wrong." I muttered, causing her to give me a look, I sighed. "You remember Chris?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip, she nodded slowly. "Well...his mom is dating my dad, he lives with us." I blew out a breath, not even sure if I was ready to tell her what happened.

"What's the problem?" Shanti inquired, arching a brow.