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Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land

Chapter 12: Don’t Wanna Drive Another Mile Without Knowin’ You’re Breathin’

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Twins are two halves of the same whole.

In many mythologies, twins are said to share a bond deeper than that of ordinary siblings.

The bond between twins is often described as unique and incredibly strong, starting even before birth and potentially lasting a lifetime. This bond is frequently characterized by a deep connection, a sense of oneness, and a high degree of nonverbal communication.

Never one without the other.

Not even in death.

Pietro had never known life without Wanda.

The thought had never crossed his mind; it simply wasn’t a possibility to him. The sky was blue. The grass is green. Ice is cold. Fire is hot.

Pietro and Wanda, never one without the other.

Pietro and Wanda, always beside each other.

Pietro and Wanda, never far away from one another.

Pietro and Wanda, against the world and never away from each other.

Pietro didn’t exist without Wanda, and Wanda didn’t exist without Pietro. Sounded simple and logical, right?

It sucks that the universe seemed to have a vendetta against the Maximoff family and loved to see them act as it’s puppets in the scenario of it’s favorite dramatic tragedy play.

Pietro had never known life without Wanda, and he refused to do so.

Three years. Three years since he last saw her. Three years since The Hex. Three years looking for her across the globe. Three years of dead ends and false alarms. Three years of nonstop searches. Three years without Wanda.

Three long years, feeling incomplete.

He could describe it as phantom pain. A missing limb, or more exactly, missing half of his body. There had been countless times when he had turned his head to cross looks with eyes that were no longer there. Times when he had talked to the empty air, expecting a voice to answer back. So many times, his fingers tried to grasp thin, long, gloved fingers just to curl them into tight fists or pull at the seams of his clothes until the fabric tore off.

Erik (whom Pietro had slowly warmed up to call Pops, especially after Wanda had gone… after he started to search for her) had made it his mission to get Pietro out of his spiraling thoughts whenever this would happen.

Pietro had rejected his efforts at first, snapping at him and telling him to mind his own business. Hurling insults and harsh words at him, or speeding away from the man as soon as he felt his stare on him.

But Erik didn’t let his attitude affect him. He was a patient man, and though Pietro was the opposite of patient, he knew his son was bound to crumble at some point from pushing himself so hard.

Erik would be there, waiting with open arms to catch his son when he wouldn’t be able to hold himself together any longer.

And he did.

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Genosha was always open to the X-Men, despite their history with Magneto and the Brotherhood of Mutants.

Pietro had gone a few times with the team. But most of the visits were with Wanda at his side, trying to get him and their father to bond with each other despite his obvious animosity towards the older man.

He knew what she was trying to do. Pietro had always known that Wanda wanted a family.

Their story was complicated, to say the least. The two of them had been raised by their maternal uncles, their mother having passed away a few months after giving birth to them. Not a single clue of who their father was until they reached the age of nineteen.

Back then, Pietro had been ecstatic to know about him. Even convincing Wanda to find him and finally meet him face to face.

Of course, that all went to hell when the twins had an encounter with Magneto, trying to destroy governments with his group of loyal mutants in the name of getting justice and rights for their people.

It wasn’t the best introduction, obviously.

Especially when the twins joined the brotherhood without telling the man of their blood relation.

For multiple years, Pietro and Erik’s relationship became a lot more complicated. He grew tired very quickly of his father’s constant need to ‘destroy humankind’, and spiteful of his lack of acknowledgment for his efforts to get him noticed by Erik.

Which led to him quitting the Brotherhood with Wanda and joining the X-Men… after doing a very dramatic reveal that resembled that Star Wars movie, but with switched roles.

As said before, a very complicated relationship.

Nonetheless, Pietro’s instincts led him to the only place his subconsciousness currently recognized as ‘home’.

Why was it Genosha, or more specifically, his father’s house, that he recognized as home? Who knows.

Was it just the place that resembled his childhood home uncannily?

Or was it the person who instantly walked out of the door to take him into his arms and shove him against his chest, consoling him while his limbs trembled out of exhaustion, adrenaline, and hopelessness as he wailed loud enough to make glass shatter?

Was home a place or a person? Pietro knew the answer.

Wanda was his home.

His home was gone.

But his father was here. Muttering to him in his mother tongue, words that Pietro did not understand, but judging by the soft tone and gentle, jagged hands going up and down his back and through his hair, he knew what Erik was doing.

“I-I can’t-,” His voice sounded strained and rough, words spilling too fast between sobs. “I don’t feel her. I can’t see her. I can’t find her. She won’t let me find her-”

“She is not ready,” Erik muttered. “She’ll come to us when she is ready.”

“I need her.” He sobbed, fingers clutching at his father’s shirt. “I can’t go on like this. I’m lost. I’m so fucking lost- and I just need to know if she is alive-”

“She is,” the older man declared. “You know that she is stronger than us. She is in pain, Pietro. Give her time.”

“Her pain is my pain!” He screams. “ She doesn’t have to do it alone! She mourns, and I mourn with her! It’s always been like this!”

His body slumps down, the adrenaline shutdown hitting way too fast. If it weren’t for the fact that Erik was already holding him, he would have eaten the dirt. The man didn’t even make a sound when the white headed boy stopped holding his body weight back.

They stayed outside until the next morning. Erik never moved him away, didn’t even complain about kneeling for those long hours or the shattered windows. Pietro only cried until he passed out in his father’s arms, and even then, tears still spilled out of his eyes.

That day, it had marked a year since Wanda’s disappearance.

That day, Pietro and Erik’s relationship became less complicated.

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It was a very rocky start, but it had turned out alright in Pietro’s opinion.

“What has you so deep in your thoughts, my son?”

Erik seemed to have been watching him this whole time. He stood by the door of his room, looking at him with clear concern on his face.

Pietro had a bedroom at Erik’s house. Apparently, his old man had been more sentimental than he gave him credit for. From the moment Genosha was established as an official country, Erik added numerous rooms to his house, two of which were located directly next to his own room. One for Pietro and another for Wanda, who had stayed there a couple of times when she came to visit Erik by herself. Both Erik and Pietro would sit for hours on her bed in silence, simply letting time pass by.

“Nothin’,” He muttered, sighing deeply as he leaned back against the headboard of his bed. “Just got off a call with Hank.”

“That sounds like there’s more to that call.” His father approached a chair by his desk, which was filled with intricate LEGO figures. Both unfinished and finished.

…So what if he was a full-grown man who liked to build Legos as a pastime? He has already broken plenty of Rubik's cubes and fidget toys. He needed to keep his hands busy, and Legos worked, so sue him for finding a coping mechanism.

And it wasn’t like his dad judged him for it. All those boxes he finds weekly on the dinner table are answer enough.

Pietro shrugged, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth as he scratched his head. “Just- I’m just helping him out with someone.”

That made Erik lift an eyebrow. “Someone?”

“Yeah, a kid,” his voice softened. “She has been melting off her shoes because of her mutation, so I let Hank look into my stats so he could make her something more resistant.”

“Ah, so she has super speed.”

The younger man smiled to himself, “Looks like it. Logan is keeping an eye on her and a couple of more kids. Something about a case, I think?”

“And why is this keeping you so deep in your thoughts?” His father asked slowly, as if hesitating to pry too much.

Probably because he already knew the answer.

Pietro went silent for a few moments, eyes wandering to the window showcasing the orange evening sky. A suncatcher was hanging from the top corner, letting the light reflect through the crystal.

Wanda had made it for him a few years back.

“Twins sometimes represent opposites. Like the Sun and the Moon,” she had said while handing him the gift. “You are my Sun, Piet. The Moon can’t shine without it.”

“Wanda’s oldest was just like me,” He said. “Same mutation. Same attitude.”

‘Same personality, too,’ his mind supplied, which got a wet chuckle from him.

He rubbed his nose quickly, gaze lowering down as he shrugged. “Guess it hit a bit too close, y’know?”

Erik’s eyes crinkled, a rare smile pulling at his lips.

Pietro didn’t speak a lot about what happened inside The Hex. Neither of them did, the subject still too sore despite having happened three years ago.

“I know it’s way off base, but,” Pietro hesitated, palms rubbing against the fabric of his pants up and down. “Somewhere, in the back of my head, there’s this annoying pull that has me believing those kids are still alive. Still out there.”

“Pietro, you know that-”

“I know, I know!” he rose from his spot and started to pace around the room. “But something is telling me that they’re still alive, and I can’t help it! I mean, c’mon, Wanda’s powers are just-”

He groaned, slamming his hands on the desk and rattling the LEGO pieces and figurines, some of them falling on the carpet. Pietro closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, head hanging low.

“Maybe I’m just reaching out too much.” He uttered.

His father stayed quiet for a moment before standing up and reaching for his shoulder. Slowly turning him so they could see face to face.

Erik’s chest churned deep inside as he noticed the redness on the corners of Pietro’s eyes. His thumb gently rubbed the tender skin, gaining a murmur of complaint from his son.

“You could be right,” Pietro’s eyes perked up. “Wanda’s powers are beyond our comprehension, and there’s a chance the twins could have survived. They’re hers after all.”

Pietro took a deep breath. “So you believe me?”

“Of course I do,” Erik sighed. “But there’s also the chance that we could be wrong, and I don’t want you to jump to conclusions without taking this carefully and slowly.”

The younger man gave him a deadpan stare, clearly letting him know that does last words were somewhat ironic and a bit too much to ask of him.

But his dad was right, they needed to know more information. And thread with it carefully.

“Where exactly is this girl?” the older man asked. “Is she at the institute? Perhaps we can ask Charles for some insight.”

Pietro shook his head. “No, she isn’t there. Logan is still waiting to finish the mission, then he’ll move the kids to the institute.”

Erik frowned at that, his hands gently squeezing Pietro’s shoulders. “And where are they?”

With a roll of his eyes and a scowl, Pietro spat out the name of the city.

“Gotham."

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Damian didn’t remember when it was the last time he walked through this specific hallway.

Back in the early days when he moved into the manor, he had taken it upon himself to explore the grounds. Get familiar with the new environment, or something like that. Probably his training pushing him to just know all the exits and entrances around the big building.

But this hallway, he avoided it as if it were the plague.

Especially after he found out who exactly resided in one of the farther rooms.

At some point, he stopped actively avoiding it and just forgot about it. There was nothing in there that could need his attention or concern him.

Out of sight, out of mind, right?

He would probably choke the air out of his past self for thinking like that. For not being more willing to look past the whole ‘firstborn’ jealousy that burned through his blood when he met his sister.

Damian’s mind was a mess. Too many questions. Too much anger. Too much guilt.

The guilt had caught him off guard.

One of the things that stood out about Damian was that he was prideful. He held honor and pride above anything else. He was proud of being the son of the bat. It was his greatest honor and goal to take on the mantle once his father retired. He never apologized for being blunt. Never regretted it or felt guilty about it .

But as he stood before the door of her bedroom, all he could recognize was that bothersome feeling panging against his chest.

Finding out about her relation to Harvey Dent had put many things into perspective.

Did she actively hide it from everyone? How did he never notice? Was she also ashamed of being related to a villain? Why did she never say anything about it? Why didn’t she come to him?

It would have been logical. He also had a direct relation to a villain: his grandfather and his mother. And while he no longer related to their views, he grew up around them. He had to leave his old home behind and embrace this new way of living. He had to adapt. He had to fit in.

And so did she.

He could only imagine what her life was like before Father took her in. A mentally unstable mother, now interned in a psychiatric ward. Apparently hostile and willing to harm her while having manic episodes. An uncle who was a crime lord, who was not able to take the hint that she was better off with her true family. Sending endless letters and writing pretty words about changing and wanting to move away from Gotham, so that she could live a normal life.

Away from the media. Away from scandals. Away from them.

Damian could understand why his father hid the letters. He was still mad that he hid them from everyone on the team, of course. Knowing about this information would have prevented a lot of things, but Damian could see why he did it.

What he couldn’t understand was why his Father hadn’t killed the bastard already.

It would have made things so much easier in his opinion.

Shaking away his thoughts to the back of his mind, Damian opened the door to the bedroom quietly. The creaking wood made him look down the hall, hoping that nobody would come sniffing around.

He didn't need anyone else giving him a reprimand about privacy.

He had his father's perspective on this mess, now he need hers.

Only the curtains fluttered by the tall glass window, despite no wind blowing since it was closed.

Thinking nothing of it, he went inside the room, closing the door behind him.

The first thing he noticed was how cold and dark the room was. There was no light entering through the window, as if a dark cloud had blocked the sun outside the moment he made his way inside. He could feel the goosebumps breaking under his school uniform.

He could only see the outline of the furniture around the room. The bed, the bookshelf, the wardrobe, and the desk. All of them left a chilling sensation down his back.

But Damian simply walked deeper into the room, each step heavy against the hardwood floor, until he reached the bookshelf.

His gaze moved over the backs of the books, starting from the very top shelf. Most of them were different genres of literature. He noticed that a significant portion of them had Spanish titles and a consistent repetition of genre types that he could recognize from having read them in his private lessons back in the league.

He never imagined his sister was an avid reader of Magical Realism.

The room turned colder and colder with every moment he continued to stand there. He could dare to imagine that if he let out a breath, he would be able to see it, just like in the cold winter days. If it weren’t for the fact that they were just starting October, he would deem it a possibility.

Then, his eyes landed on a book right in the corner of the lower shelf, sticking out slightly from its spot. As he began to crouch down, he noticed some bookmarking post-its standing on the top of the pages. Its title was worn off by time, barely able to read what it said, until the words registered and translated in his head.

‘The House of the Spirits’ by Isabel Allende.

Before he could reach for the book, a freezing, wet hand grabbed his ankle and pulled hard. Making him stumble and hit his forehead on the edge of a shelf and fall to the ground with a surprised yell.

Damian quickly turned his body upwards, sliding back against the bookshelf as he looked around the now completely dark room.

He couldn’t see shit, but he could here something moving.

Or more like someone.

The creaks of the floor put him on the edge, way too slow and scattered all over the place for him to pinpoint where exactly they were coming from. Cold sweat goes down his temple, making his skin even colder.

Then, he gets pulled again. This time, he gets dragged through the room and underneath the bed.

He could feel his limbs hitting some plastic and the clattering of small boxes getting spread all over the floor. His nails scratched over the wood, grunting and struggling to kick off whoever was gripping his leg.

Hands wrapping around the neck of his shirt, and lifting him until his head hit the metal frame of the bed, got his attention. And he finally came face to face with it.

Its face was scrunched up in pure fury, pale skin with prominent black veins crawling up from the neck to the jaw. Hair drenched in water that left a heavy stench, making his stomach churn. Deep red blood dripping down a side of the head and mouth in a snarl that showed all of its teeth, deep gutural sounds coming from its throat.

“Mind your business, you brat.” Its voice clawing at his ears like sharp, shattered glass, making him shrivel in his skin.

Without thinking twice, Damian grabbed the nearest object at hand and hit the being on the side of the head with it.

It let out a distorted scream, throwing him far away and sliding his body once again across the floor. He quickly got up, eyes wide as stuff around the room began to rattle and fall to the ground, and covering his ears as the screams grew into a higher tone.

As soon as he saw its hands claw at the ground, its body sliding out from beneath the bed, Damian ran out of the room. Almost taking down the door with him as he took off through the hall, slamming against corners and walls until he reached his room.

Not far away from there, Maximoff stood by the stairs, looking confused as to why she had just seen the gremlin looking so pale and scared while running through the halls.

“Damn, what is his deal?” She muttered until the wails coming from her bedroom hallway entered her ears. Quickly, she ran to her room, cursing to herself.

Back in Damian’s room, he gripped with shaky fingers an old cassette. It was slightly busted, the tape torn and worn. And now, after hitting whatever that was with it, it looked even more broken.

With a deep sigh, he slid down against his door and passed out.

Meanwhile, Maximoff had to deal with pissed off, hurt ghost who refused to put some ice on her bruised forehead.

Neither of those three had a good night.

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Warren rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply. “Never in my life did I think I would be doing some insane shit like this…” he looked to his right side, shaking his head from side to side. “I knew my life was gonna be fucked up from the moment I was born, but this takes the fucking-”

Bobby shushed him, waving his hand dismissively at him without lifting his gaze from the flashlight that was flickering slowly and writing the patterns in his notebook.

“Complain later.” He muttered, biting his lip while scribbling the translation from the Morse code in an unreadable handwriting.

The two boys had been sitting on the benches of the track field for quite a while now. Bobby was even wearing his baseball uniform, having come up to meet with his friends as soon as his practice was finished. The same with Warren, who had finished his debate practice early.

Usually, they wouldn’t be in such a hurry to meet up. But today was a little different compared to the other days.

After all, it wasn’t every day that you got the chance to meet a real ghost.

“She looks beyond pissed today…” Warren muttered, his gaze returning to the running track.

Maximoff was wearing headphones today, some old thing that was already falling apart, and had the leather cuffs flaking off. But she didn’t give it a single thought.

Her eyebrows had a prominent frown that could be seen from the distant spot where the guys were sitting. Hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that wasn’t budging, no matter how hard the tail was wiped around with wind as she ran with a scowl.

She had that expression the whole day.

And that’s without mentioning her snappish attitude. Even Mr. Logan seemed to take his distance from her, just handing her the keys to the field lock and letting her be by herself for today.

Wayne made the flashlight roll off the bench, making Bobby chuckle and put down his pencil.

“Who wouldn’t be? I don’t have siblings, but I would be ticked off if my little brother messed around in my room without permission.”

Warren gave him a quick look, grumbling between his teeth. “Not her brother, remember?”

“True,” Bobby sighed, his hand brushing his hair back and looking around him. “But still, bet you were also pissed?”

The flashlight spun on the ground and pointed directly at Bobby, making him groan when the light hit right in his eyes. Which made Warren laugh, along with an odd sound similar to a sharp whistle, letting them know that Wayne was also laughing at him.

Wayne had also fitted right in with them.

After what happened last night with Damian, Maximoff decided that Wayne needed to get out of the manor for the day. It didn’t take a lot of convincing from her part, since both of them, no matter how annoyed, didn’t want to actually kill the family from a heart attack.

It’s supposed to just make them suffer, nothing else. No need for murder.

No matter how tempting it seemed.

That’s how Wayne was officially introduced to the boys. Well, to Bobby at least.

Warren and her weren’t exactly close back when she was alive. They just found a middle ground where they could benefit from each other. Despite it being a bit embarrassing for both sides, since the two of them made that deal out of searching for approval from their families.

Two fucked up rich kids, with even more fucked up family dynamics, finding a bit of comfort with each other. Sounds about right.

Neither of them talked about what happened behind the walls of their manors. Didn’t need to. The comfortable silence between them on their daily rehearsals was enough, and that was it.

No matter the sinking hole in Warren’s stomach that had been bothering him since that day they went to the mall.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he could have done something to prevent her death. Maybe if he hadn’t canceled the rehearsal that day, she wouldn’t have been killed. Maybe if he hadn’t canceled their meeting just because his father was actually at home for once and reached out to have some dinner with him, she wouldn’t have suffered that fate.

He could have given her a ride home. Or maybe even walk her back. Anything to stop the tragedy from happening.

But that would have meant not having Maximoff with them.

And he liked Maximoff. Probably the first friend, along with Bobby, whom he had ever had that didn’t approach him for need of favors or fame. Just genuine friendship.

But what Warren had with her? With Wayne? It was something different.

Something he never dared to put a name on, and never will get the chance to do so.

Warren got startled out of his thoughts when he felt a cold sensation against his fingers, making him look down at his hand.

A pale, delicate hand brushed its pinky with his fingertips, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. He let himself smile for a moment, a warm light feeling against his shoulder when he drifted his gaze towards the jogging girl who started to approach them.

“Did you guys find anything?” She asked, pulling off the headphones and picking up the flashlight.

“Well, we got plenty of info on the meanings behind the cards,” Bobby said, flipping through the pages of his notebook. “But, it’s pretty confusing if we don’t know about the context behind the reading.”

Maximoff sat on the grass with a sigh. “It’s a start, though, right?”

“.-- . / -. . . -.. / ... --- -- . --- -. . / .-- .... --- / -.- -. --- .-- ... / .... --- .-- / -- --- -- .----. ... / ...- .. ... .. --- -. ... / .-- --- .-. -.- . -..”

We need someone who knows how Mom's visions worked

The speedster bit on the nail of her thumb, thinking to herself about who could probably be helpful.

Alfred was out of the question. He didn’t know Bianca enough to be considered an option.

Bruce? Hard no.

Rio? Yeah, not unless they wanted to get tangled even more in her little game.

“There’s just one person left…” She muttered, looking up at the guys and giving Wayne a lifted eyebrow from her place beside Warren.

“I don’t like that look,” Warren said, seeing right through her apologetic expression.

“.... . / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / .... . .-.. .--.”

He could help.

“Yeah, I don’t like that either,” Bobby muttered, eyes staring wide at the flashlight.

Maximoff sighed, patting her legs as she got up from the grass and took a deep breath. “Look, you guys can take a step back this time. It could get messy, and I don’t want to get both of you into trouble.”

“Well, too bad for you,” Warren stated, getting up from his seat. “Because there’s no way I’m letting you get into trouble by yourself. We still got a deal, remember?”

“And,” Bobby added, also getting up. “I’m also way too invested in this. Like, really invested.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, crossing her arms and nodding at them. “Alright, fine. What do we have this Friday?”

“It’s the recital,” Warren said, frowning. “You know? Part of the deal?”

“Well, the deal is changing now.” She chirped, tilting her head with a grin as Wayne gave a shrill laugh and made the light posts around the field flicker. The boy exchanged worried looks.

“I’m starting to regret agreeing to this…”

Warren sighed deeply. “So what now?”

Maximoff hummed, “Do any of you know how we can sneak into Arkham Asylum?”

Bobby and Warren tried not to scream when they finally saw Wayne, who squealed while floating around them in circles.

Maybe they should have sat this one out.

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“Cass, I’m just worried. This is very confusing.”

Cassandra shook her head, hugging her legs to her chest while sitting on the sofa of Barbara’s living room.

She had come to the redhead’s apartment late in the night, looking over her shoulder every single time the tiniest noise was heard behind her. Frown deep between her eyebrows, and lips cracked by continuously biting on them with worry, on the whole way to Barbara’s home.

“Think about it.” The younger woman said. “You have noticed, too.”

“Of course I have noticed,” she acknowledged, moving her chair closer to the Cass. “But it’s probably just her being angry and hurt. She needs space.”

That got a sharp glare from Cassandra, taking Barbara off guard by how intensely the anger in her eyes was directed towards her. As if what she said was the greatest insult she had ever dared to say out loud.

It made her straighten up and clear her throat.

“What I mean is,” she started in a gentler tone. “She is a teen, and she is going through some harsh stuff. She needs time and understanding, not accusations of having an alter.”

Yeah, that was it.

After days of observing and analyzing the behavior of her sister, Cassandra came to this conclusion. Which was solidified when it was revealed that not only was the young girl related to a villain, but to Two-Face of all people.

It made complete sense to her.

The way of talking. Her manners. Her posture. The hostile attitude. The new clothes. The new everything.

Her dear sister had an alter, and it was all their fault.

She had done her research on the condition, the dissociative identity disorder, even going so far as to take Harvey’s file and compare any similarities between the two of them. It didn’t take long to figure out several common grounds amongst them.

Traumatic childhood? Check

Harsh upbringing? Check

Unstable relationship with family members? …sadly, also a check.

And the nail in the coffin. A traumatic event that could have started a new way of behavior or personality.

It was undeniable to her. There was no other explanation.

And it hurt. It hurt to know that she had a hand in this. That everyone had a hand in this. They all contributed. They all caused her harm. They all caused her pain. They all caused her suffering, and she didn’t know how to fix it. If there even was a way of fixing it. A way to atone for her mistakes and errors.

Was there a way to earn her forgiveness?

… Of course, there was. Her sister was a saint. Her main alter, at least. She was good, forgiving, and understanding. She would see right through her and understand that she regrets pushing her to the side for just a moment of silence. That Cass would never ask her to be quiet once again. That she needs her to be loud and please talk to her once MORE-

…Back on track.

This new side was just a protective alter. A way made by her mind to protect her fragile side and punish those who have wronged her.

All that Cassandra needed to do was show that she had changed, and everything would be fine. Everything would be way better than before, even!

But first, she needs the others to believe her. That there’s proof.

Which is why she went to Barbara, who is the only person she thought would be able to understand what she meant.

Sadly, Barbara was not getting it.

“Look,” Barbara sighed, touching Cass’s knee. “It’s been a rough week. For everyone. How about you stay the night here, and tomorrow we can talk about it more calmly. I can see that you haven’t been sleeping well.”

Of course, she was not sleeping well! Her sister was suffering in silence, and she didn’t know what to do about it!

Cassandra stood up from the sofa, harshly shoving Barbara’s hand away and picking up her stuff, slamming the door of the apartment behind her as she stormed off into the street. Leaving a very confused and concerned Barbara behind.

If Barb was not going to understand, then fine.

She was going to find someone who could.

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“Did you brush your teeth?” Logan questioned with a raised eyebrow, staring down at the small screen of his phone. Where a little girl pouted back at him with a glare uncannily similar to his own.

“Hnn,” She muttered, nodding at him. He could also hear Hank’s deep chuckle somewhere in the background of the call.

Then, a black woman with striking white hair appeared behind the girl with a warm smile. Her hands gently, going over the girl’s shoulders and letting her snuggle up to her chest, all while still pouting at Logan.

“Laura is a big girl now, Logan,” Ororo said, making the girl hide her face away from the now smirking man. “She even helped out with the dishes today!”

“Did she now?” He said with a teasing tone. “Hopefully I’ll be able to see that when I get back.”

Laura then growled at the screen, nose scrunched up and glaring at her father. But to Logan, she just looked like an angry wet cat.

Just like a certain student today.

“Say goodnight, Laura. It’s quite late for your bedtime.” Ororo said, which Laura responded with a mumbled ‘night’ before she passed the phone to Hank, who also said his goodnights and waited until the two of them left to finally talk to Logan.

“How did the shoes work out? Any feedback?”

Logan groaned leaning back against the headboard of his bed. The professor had gone as far as to get him an apartment for his cover instead of sticking to a hotel and he was beyond grateful for it. Though, he currently preferred to wake up with Laura’s foot shoved against his face after she crawled up into his bed in the middle of the night.

He missed his kid. A lot.

“No complaints. The kid doesn’t look like she is afraid of melting soles anymore, so I guess that’s good enough.” He mentioned.

“I’ll take it, then.” Hank grinned, shuffling some stuff off camera. “How about the case? Any clues?”

“Not yet,” He muttered. “But I have the feeling that I’ll find something very soon. Especially with those three going rampant around the city.”

“Ah, yes,” Hank nodded. “The professor mentioned them yesterday during our meeting. I’m quite worried that such powerful mutants are going out all alone in Gotham of all places. The universe does have a strange sense of humor.”

More like a fucked up sense of humor.

“I’m guessing we will have to open four new rooms in the institute.”

Logan frowned at those words. He was watching three kids. Not four.

“Four?”

Hank looked at the camera and then let out a tiny gasp, quickly smiling while nodding. “Oh, I guess the professor hasn’t mentioned it yet. He detected a new mutant in New Jersey. A boy from Eastview.”

A boy from Eastview, huh?

“Did he sent Scott to pick him up?” Logan scoffed. He knew Scott wasn’t the best at handling breaking the news to families about their kid being a mutant.

“No, he didn’t”

“Huh, that’s good.”

“He did send Gambit and Rouge, though.”

“He sent who?!”

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Author's note: Hello everyone, I have big news! I'll be taking a short writing break until the first week of July. My family will be traveling and I'll be facing finals from my summer class (And also working on a short film AS THE MAIN CHARACTER OMGGGGGG-). But, the asks will remain open and I'll answer as soon as possible, so don't hesitate to send asks or comments! Other than that, I hope you all enjoyed the new chapter and I can't wait to see what everyone thinks about it (YAYY, PIETRO IS HEREEEE-) Lots of love, GG✨

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ilovemarvel97 · 2 months ago

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Surprise Guests

Elizabeth Olsen x G!P Reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a cozy morning with her wife, turns into Y/N worst nightmare.

Word Count: 3,792

Warnings: Fluff, mention of smut, (15+), Reader has a penis.

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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The bed was cold.

Y/N stirred with a sleepy groan, one arm flailing out toward the empty space beside her, searching instinctively for the familiar warmth of her wife’s body. Instead, her fingers brushed against the rumpled bedsheets and a cool pillow. She blinked blearily, still half-entangled in the warmth of sleep but already missing Lizzie’s grounding presence.

She yawned, dragging her face off the pillow. “Where’d you go…” she mumbled, voice husky and thick with sleep.

Her body still buzzed faintly with the afterglow of last night—lazy kisses, slow hands, the kind of intimacy built over years, not days. Two years of marriage hadn’t dulled their spark. If anything, it had only made mornings like this feel more complete... or more incomplete, when Lizzie wasn’t beside her.

Sunlight filtered through the soft curtains, casting golden rays across the floorboards of their bedroom. Y/N, wearing only a sports bra and loose-fitting boxers, groaned as she sat up, her hair sticking out at wild angles like a halo of chaos. Her muscles ached in that delicious way they always did after a night tangled with Lizzie. But now, alone, it felt more like a complaint.

Still groggy, she swung her legs off the bed and stood, rubbing her eyes. Her feet padded softly on the wood as she made her way out of the bedroom. Somewhere downstairs, there was the faint sound of clinking cutlery, soft laughter, and—

Was that coffee brewing?

Her stomach gave a hopeful gurgle.

“Lizzz…” she whined as she descended the stairs, one hand trailing along the banister. Another yawn caught her mid-word. “Where’d you go without me…”

The house smelled like pancakes and syrup and something vaguely citrusy—one of Lizzie’s favorite candles burning, probably. The comforting scent only made her hungrier. And needier.

As she stumbled into the kitchen, eyes half-lidded, all she saw was her wife’s silhouette: Lizzie at the stove, standing in an oversized shirt and loose shorts, humming softly as she flipped a pancake. Her bare legs caught the morning light, her golden hair twisted into a messy bun.

Y/N didn’t hesitate.

Still half-asleep, she walked up behind Lizzie and wrapped her arms around her waist, pressing herself flush to her back, burying her face in her neck with a content sigh.

“There you are,” she murmured, voice thick with affection. She kissed the curve of Lizzie’s neck, letting her lips linger. “You left me cold and lonely...”

Lizzie’s body tensed ever so slightly. “Baby—wait—”

“Shhh,” Y/N hushed her, grinning into her skin. “Come back to bed. I’ll make it worth it…”

She nipped at her wife’s earlobe, then with a playful grunt of effort, lifted Lizzie up by the waist and sat her on the edge of the counter.

“Y/N—!”

“You’re always warm in the morning,” Y/N whispered, kissing along her neck, jaw, collarbone. “And soft. And so damn pretty—”

“Wait, babe—seriously—”

Y/N’s hands slipped under the hem of Lizzie’s shirt, her sleepy mind focused on one thing and one thing only—until Lizzie’s hands caught her wrists, firm and insistent.

“Y/N.”

It wasn’t stern, but it was serious enough to cut through the fog in Y/N’s brain.

She blinked. “What? What’s wrong?”

Lizzie gently turned her by the chin.

That’s when she saw them.

At the dining table, not ten feet away, sipping coffee like this was the most normal thing in the world, sat Mary-Kate and Ashley. Both were clearly trying not to laugh. Ashley raised her coffee mug in a lazy salute. “Morning, Y/N.”

Mary-Kate grinned. “We didn’t want to interrupt. You seemed... busy.”

Y/N froze.

Her blood turned to ice, then immediately to fire, heating every inch of her skin with mortification. Her heart dropped into her stomach as her brain finally caught up with reality.

Lizzie bit her bottom lip, caught somewhere between apologetic and amused. “They flew in late last night. I didn’t want to wake you…”

Y/N stepped back like she’d touched a hot stove, blinking in horror. “Right. Cool. No problem. I just casually tried to undress my wife in front of her sisters. Totally normal. Happens all the time.”

Mary-Kate cackled.

Ashley leaned back with a smirk. “Honestly? We’re flattered. You clearly love her.”

Y/N’s brain short-circuited. She turned toward Lizzie, panic in her eyes. “Baby,” she whispered frantically. “Tell me they didn’t see everything.”

Lizzie moved closer, shielding her from view with a soft smile, fingers brushing through Y/N’s messy hair. “You should probably go put some clothes on first.”

Y/N blinked, confused.

Lizzie’s mouth tilted in a warning smile. “Babe... You’re hard.”

Y/N froze.

Then she looked down.

Still in just her sports bra and boxers—and now unmistakably... aroused.

“Shit,” she hissed, hands immediately trying to hide herself as she backed away like a vampire caught in sunlight.

Lizzie shifted her body in front of her, shielding her from view. Y/N leaned in, whispering frantically, “They definitely saw, didn’t they?”

“Oh yeah,” Lizzie said with a twinkle in her eye. “Mary-Kate might never let this go.”

“Already engraved in my memory,” MK called out. “Thanks for that.”

Ashley added, “I’m definitely buying you two a door lock. Or a bell. Something.”

Y/N groaned, utterly defeated, and buried her face in Lizzie’s shoulder. “Just kill me.”

Lizzie kissed her temple, still laughing. “Nope. You’re living this down. Eventually.”

Y/N backed out of the kitchen in retreat, her hands covering what they could. “This never happened.”

Ashley: “Definitely did.”

Mary-Kate raised her mug. “Best breakfast entertainment we’ve had in years.”

Y/N practically sprinted up the stairs. Lizzie watched her go with a fond shake of her head, flipping another pancake with practiced ease.

Ashley leaned over the table with a grin. “She’s cute when she’s flustered. Also... damn. You lucked out, Liz.”

Lizzie turned, eyes wide, cheeks pink. “She’s mine!” She swatted her sister with a dish towel.

Mary-Kate laughed, holding up her hands. “Hey, we’re just impressed with the package.” The twins laugh.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, grinning despite herself. “You two are never coming over this early again.”

Ashley sipped her coffee. “Oh, we’re coming by every morning.”

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Upstairs, Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, head in hands, now dressed in a hoodie and jeans. She’d even tamed her hair a bit, but the emotional damage had been done. Her cheeks still burned as she muttered, “God, please smite me.”

When she finally came down, she looked at the floor more than at the sisters.

“Morning again,” Lizzie said sweetly, setting a plate of pancakes at the table.

Mary-Kate grinned. “Aww. She’s still blushing.”

Ashley waved her fork. “Charming. Mortified. Very rockstar of you.”

Y/N dragged a hand over her face. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

Ashley shook her head. “Nope. But it was honestly adorable.”

Y/N gave her a suspicious look. “You’re way too happy about this.”

Ashley shrugged. “I haven’t laughed like that in months.”

Lizzie patted the seat beside her. “Come eat, babe. I made your favorite.”

Y/N flopped into the chair. “Is it peace and quiet?”

Lizzie kissed her cheek. “Pancakes.”

“Close enough.”

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After breakfast—and several more rounds of gentle torture from her sisters-in-law—Y/N helped clean the kitchen. Lizzie leaned in now and then with a soft smile or playful touch, doing her best to soothe her poor wife’s pride. And honestly, Y/N couldn’t even pretend to be mad for long—not with Lizzie near, not with her sisters so clearly comfortable and happy to be here.

When the twins announced they were going for a walk around the vineyard estate, Y/N breathed a quiet hallelujah. Lizzie saw it and smirked.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Y/N flopped dramatically on the couch. “Oh thank god.”

Lizzie sauntered over, perched herself on Y/N’s lap with all the grace of a cat who knew she was welcome, and looped her arms around her neck.

“You’re cute when you’re mortified,” she murmured.

“I’m scarred,” Y/N groaned.

Lizzie brushed her lips over her jaw. “You’ll survive.”

Y/N gave her a tired smile. “Remind me to get back at you.”

“You could try,” Lizzie teased, then leaned in, whispering, “But you’ll be too busy loving me to care.”

Y/N grinned, her hands sliding around Lizzie’s waist. “I do love you.”

“And I love you,” Lizzie whispered, “Even when you turn into a horny zombie before coffee.”

Y/N laughed, letting her wife kiss away the last traces of her embarrassment. And even if Mary-Kate and Ashley never let her forget it, at least she knew one thing for sure:

She’d do it all over again—mortification and all—for mornings like this.

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The house had settled into a golden hush.

After a long afternoon of laughter, stories, and a short walk around the neighborhood that ended in matcha lattes and paparazzi dodging, Mary-Kate and Ashley were finally tucked away in the guest room with wine and old movies playing softly on their iPad.

Y/N shut the bedroom door with a soft click, exhaling with theatrical relief. “We survived.”

From the bathroom, Lizzie called back, “They weren’t that bad.”

Y/N flopped back onto their bed, arms stretched overhead. “Your sisters saw my boner. I think that qualifies as emotional trauma.”

Lizzie appeared in the doorway a moment later, brushing her teeth. Her face was free of makeup, her curls falling loosely over her shoulders, and she wore one of Y/N’s older tour shirts — the one with her debut album cover, slightly faded from how many times Lizzie had stolen and washed it.

Y/N watched her with a soft, dazzled smile. “You’re unreal, you know that?”

Lizzie raised an eyebrow, still brushing. “Mmnf?”

“You. Standing there. Domestic as hell. Still looking like you walked out of a Vogue shoot.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes playfully and spat into the sink. “You’re clearly still recovering from this morning.”

Y/N sat up slowly, resting her elbows on her knees as Lizzie walked over and slid into her lap. Her weight was familiar, comforting, and grounding. They stayed like that for a beat—Lizzie straddling her, Y/N’s hands warm around her waist.

“Thank you,” Y/N said softly.

Lizzie tilted her head. “For what?”

“For making me laugh. For taking care of me. For not running out of the house screaming after I tried to get you naked in front of your twin sisters.”

Lizzie snorted, forehead resting against Y/N’s. “Baby, if I didn’t love you already, that would’ve sealed the deal.”

They shared a quiet chuckle.

Through the windows, the soft hum of Los Angeles faded into the background — cars in the distance, a plane overhead, the muted chirp of city birds. The lights of the hills glowed faintly outside, casting their living room in an amber hue.

“Do you want to stay in bed?” Lizzie murmured.

Y/N gave her a slow grin. “What did you have in mind?”

“Not that,” Lizzie laughed. “I meant... we could grab the wine and sit on the balcony. It’s warm out.”

Y/N stood, scooping Lizzie up in her arms like a princess.

“Y/N—!”

“Romantic evening incoming,” Y/N said proudly. “I’ve embarrassed myself enough today. Time to win back your sisters’ respect with my excellent charcuterie skills.”

“You mean my charcuterie skills,” Lizzie teased as she leaned into her wife’s shoulder.

“Shhh. Let me pretend I’m the talented one in this marriage.”

They padded barefoot into the kitchen, still in their pajamas, the familiarity of the space wrapping around them like a second skin. Their house in L.A. wasn’t flashy — nothing like the cold-glass celebrity mansions in the hills. It was warm, lived-in, filled with photographs and trinkets from years together: concert posters, polaroids, sketches, and wine-stained notes Lizzie had scribbled during late-night baking sprees.

Y/N assembled the board with practiced hands while Lizzie grabbed a blanket and two glasses of chilled red. When they stepped out onto their balcony, the city was draped in a soft dusk — pink streaks fading into navy, the skyline glittering below.

They sat together on the outdoor sofa, wrapped in one blanket, Y/N’s legs stretched out while Lizzie curled up beside her. The charcuterie board rested on a small table between them, grapes and nuts and paper-thin slices of prosciutto glowing in the golden outdoor lantern light.

For a while, they didn’t speak.

Y/N reached for Lizzie’s hand under the blanket, gently lacing their fingers together. Her thumb brushed across the thin wedding band — silver, simple, custom-made by a small Venice Beach jeweler they’d met while eating tacos two summers ago.

“You know,” Lizzie whispered, “two years in, and I still get butterflies.”

Y/N turned to look at her. “Yeah?”

Lizzie smiled softly. “Every time you sing around the house. Every time you wear my socks by accident. Every time you pull me into your lap like I’m the only thing that matters.”

Y/N was quiet for a beat. Then, in a voice so gentle it barely broke the air, she asked, “Do you ever think about having a kid?”

Lizzie blinked. That wasn’t what she expected, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. I do.”

Y/N stared out at the sky. “Not now. I know we’re busy. I’ve got the tour, and your next project is starting soon. But... someday?”

Lizzie kissed her knuckles. “Someday, definitely.”

Y/N turned to look at her, those deep, warm eyes vulnerable in the dark. “You think I’d be good at it? Being a mom?”

Lizzie smiled. “You’re already one to half our friends. You’re kind, you’re patient, and you love so hard it spills over. Of course you’d be good at it.”

Y/N leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep, letting the truth of those words settle into her bones.

When they parted, she whispered, “You’re everything I ever wanted.”

Lizzie smiled. “Right back at you.”

They stayed there for hours, watching the stars flicker to life above Los Angeles. Occasionally they laughed — remembering Y/N’s morning horror — but mostly, they held each other in silence, letting the comfort of two years of marriage speak for them.

Eventually, Lizzie yawned and tucked herself tighter under the blanket.

“Ready for bed?” Y/N asked.

Lizzie hummed. “Only if you promise not to seduce me in front of my sisters again.”

“No promises,” Y/N teased, kissing her cheek. “But I can promise to hold you all night.”

Lizzie smiled. “That’s all I need.”

Hand in hand, they went inside — the city quiet behind them, their hearts full, and the warmth of home wrapping around them like a lullaby.

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Sunlight filtered in through gauzy curtains, golden and soft, like a warm hand stroking the edges of the day awake.

Elizabeth stirred first, groggy and cocooned in their thick white duvet. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the quiet stillness of their room. A warm breeze slipped through the cracked window, carrying the smell of blooming citrus trees from the backyard.

She stretched gently and shifted, ready to turn toward her wife—only to freeze.

Y/N was still asleep, one arm flung over Lizzie’s waist in an instinctive, possessive sprawl. Her features were serene, mouth slightly parted, lashes brushing her cheeks in soft fans. The only sound was the slow, even rhythm of her breathing.

And then, there was the unmistakable presence of something firm pressing against Lizzie’s hip.

Lizzie bit back a grin.

Slowly, carefully, she tilted her head to look down. The blanket had slid just enough to reveal a rather telling tent in Y/N’s boxers.

She sighed, mock-suffering. “You’re going to give me a reputation with my sisters, you know that?”

Y/N mumbled something incoherent in her sleep and shifted closer, unconsciously nuzzling Lizzie’s neck. Her morning wood, ever persistent, nudged more insistently against her wife’s thigh.

Lizzie giggled softly. She brought a hand up to stroke Y/N’s hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“Good morning, trouble,” she whispered.

No answer. Just a sleepy little groan and a nuzzle.

She kissed her forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Y/N shifted again, this time rolling halfway onto Lizzie, pressing even closer. Lizzie let out a quiet gasp, half amusement, half… something else.

“Y/N,” she whispered, teasing now, lips near her wife’s ear. “Are you trying to seduce me while unconscious?”

Still no response. Just more cuddling. And her hardness being pressed even more.

Lizzie giggled again, then gently traced her fingers down Y/N’s bare arm, whispering, “You’re insatiable even in your sleep.”

Her hands went down Y/N’s abs and onto the tent, cupping her wife gently. Y/N let out a quiet, breathy sigh in her sleep, shifting slightly at the contact. Lizzie smiled, warm and fond, her thumb stroking lazily across the fabric.

“Not fair,” she murmured softly. “You get to sleep in and be this hot?”

Y/N’s brow furrowed, eyes beginning to flutter open at the touch. “Mmm... wha' time is it?” she mumbled, voice rough and groggy.

“Early,” Lizzie whispered, still lazily stroking. “But your body seems to be on its own schedule.”

Y/N cracked one eye open and blinked up at her wife. Her gaze dropped down to where Lizzie��s hand still rested against her. A slow, sheepish grin tugged at her lips.

“Well,” she muttered, half-laughing, “good morning to you, too.”

Lizzie leaned down and kissed her. “Was hoping for a lazy morning with my very sexy wife,” she murmured against Y/N’s lips, “but someone decided to show up early to breakfast.”

Y/N groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. “You’re too proud of that line.”

Lizzie chuckled, resting her head against Y/N’s shoulder, hand still teasingly warm. “Just telling the truth.”

Knock knock knock.

The moment shattered—again—with Ashley’s voice cutting through the door. “Okay lovebirds, what do you want for breakfast? Pancakes or eggs?”

“And bacon or avocado toast?” Mary-Kate chimed in.

Y/N let out a dramatic ugh, arm flopping over her face. “They’ve got radar. I swear.”

Lizzie laughed, brushing a kiss to her wife’s jaw. “I told you they always have perfect timing.”

“Tell them we’re not hungry. I’m suffering.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes and called out sweetly, “Surprise us! We’ll be down in ten!”

Ashley’s voice replied cheerily, “Copy that!”

As their footsteps faded down the hallway, Y/N peeked out from under the pillow, looking thoroughly unamused.

Lizzie grinned at her. “Still hard?”

“We have ten minutes, right?” Y/N smirked while brushing their lips together, her voice husky and low.

Lizzie hummed against her mouth, pretending to think about it. “Technically, yes...”

Y/N’s hand slipped around her waist, pulling her gently back into bed. “That’s more than enough time,” she whispered, lips trailing to Lizzie’s neck.

“Y/N…” Lizzie warned playfully, breath catching.

But Y/N just grinned wider, voice muffled against her skin. “I can be quick. Efficient, even.”

Lizzie laughed softly, her fingers brushing through Y/N’s messy hair. “God, you’re such a menace in the morning.”

“Only for you,” Y/N murmured. Her hands had already begun wandering, and Lizzie melted into her touch with a shiver.

Just as Y/N kissed her way lower, Lizzie’s stomach gave an unexpected little growl.

They both froze.

Y/N looked up. “Was that… you?”

Lizzie covered her face, groaning. “Apparently I’m horny and starving.”

Y/N flopped beside her dramatically. “Betrayed by your own body. Guess breakfast wins this round.”

Lizzie rolled onto her side and kissed her. “But you win later. Promise.”

Y/N grinned. “Good. Because I plan to collect.”

They got up reluctantly, Lizzie throwing one of Y/N’s T-shirts over her sleep set, and Y/N tugging on sweats with her usual lazy grace. As they walked hand in hand down the stairs toward the smell of fresh coffee and sibling chaos, Y/N leaned in with a smirk.

“Next time, I’m setting an alarm for pre-breakfast.”

Lizzie bumped her with her hip. “You’re incorrigible.”

Y/N just winked. “You married me.”

“HOPE YOU TWO ARE NOT FUCKING EACH OTHER! YOU HAVE GUESTS!”

They both hear MK shout from downstairs and Y/N groans loudly while Lizzie giggle.

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Bonus:

One Week Later – Olsen Family Brunch

The long wooden table on the sun-drenched patio groaned under the weight of homemade dishes: avocado toast towers, rosemary potatoes, fruit platters, a frittata Lizzie made herself, and a tray of pastries Y/N had baked that morning. Everyone had a mimosa in hand, laughter flowing as freely as the champagne.

Y/N sat between Lizzie and Jarnette, feeling far more relaxed than she had earlier in the week. That morning was slowly becoming just another “Olsen memory” — though not one she could forget, no matter how hard she tried.

“So,” Ashley said, resting her chin on her palm, her voice syrupy sweet. “How’s breakfast been this week, Y/N? Still... stimulating?”

Y/N paused mid-bite. “Nope. Not this again.”

Mary-Kate grinned devilishly. “Oh, come on. You practically performed an NSFW cooking demo in front of us.”

Lizzie choked on her mimosa, laughing into her napkin.

Jarnette looked up, eyebrows raised. “I’m afraid to ask.”

Trent leaned in with a grin. “Wait, is this the ‘breakfast’ story?”

Y/N covered her face. “I swear to God.”

Ashley, completely unfazed, raised her glass. “To bold love. And to Y/N — who taught us that true romance means never checking if the kitchen has guests before going full honeymoon.”

Y/N groaned as the table burst into laughter.

Mary-Kate added with a wink, “Honestly, we should’ve left you two to it. But then I wouldn’t have the joy of watching you reverse-moonwalk out of the kitchen, covering your crotch like it was a hostage situation.”

“Mary-Kate!” Lizzie gasped, dying of laughter.

Y/N shook her head, cheeks blazing. “Okay, first of all — I was half-asleep. Second, I thought my wife was alone. And third—”

“You were very awake in one department,” Ashley said smoothly.

“STOP,” Y/N moaned, burying her face in Lizzie’s shoulder as Lizzie laughed and wrapped an arm around her protectively.

“I think it’s cute,” Courtney chimed in. “You guys are still obsessed with each other. It’s sweet.”

“Yeah,” Trent agreed, trying not to laugh. “Even if it’s... graphic.”

Jarnette sipped her drink, unfazed. “At least they’re married. That’s better than what I walked in on with you girls back in the day.”

Mary-Kate pointed at her twin. “Hey, I was an innocent bystander.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “You were filming it on a camcorder.”

More laughter erupted.

Y/N peeked out from under Lizzie’s arm, mock-glowering. “You people are menaces.”

Lizzie kissed her on the cheek. “But we love you.”

“And you’re a legend now,” Ashley added. “The bar’s been set. No future breakfast will ever top that level of spice.”

Y/N raised her mimosa with a dramatic sigh. “To public humiliation. And to never sleeping naked again when family’s in town.”

Mary-Kate clinked glasses with her. “Or do. Just maybe... check the kitchen first.”

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hereforuconnwbb · 2 months ago

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The Study of Us - CHAPTER 7

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 6.4k

warning: language

hey gangggggg so sorry this took a bit of time to do but as ive said ive been busy with life js lifeing and don't have time to write but have gotten time over the last few days to finally write and i actually missed it smmmm😭 but abt this chapter, its nth fun js boring stuff and i feel like ive just left it a bit incomplete at the end bc im getting tired now and just wanted to post smtg before i sleep but um hopefully next chapter i can plan smth to make it less boring 🤞🏽 feel free to leave suggestions for future chapters !!! hopefully its alr but ty guys for being patient 🫶🏽 hope u guys enjoy.

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Paige’s phone buzzed near her head, dragging her up from her sleep. She squinted at the screen with 1 eye open, groaning softly as she rolled onto her back and brought it closer. It was 8:13 am and there was a string of notis from Azzi that lit up the screen.

Azzi: mornin :)

Azzi: u up ?

Azzi: feel like grabbing coffee at the cafe before class ?

The corner of Paige’s mouth tugged up before she even finished reading the last message. She stared at the screen for a second, the sleep still heavy in her, but already she was sitting up.

She ran a hand over her face, still smiling, and messaged back.

Paige: yo bet js gimme 10, i will meet u there

She tossed the blankets off and pulled herself out of bed.

She threw on a white UConn basketball shirt along with one of her favorite grey Nike trackies, then paused by the mirror. Her hair went up into a ponytail. She ran a brush through it quickly, then again, just to be sure. She stared at her reflection for a second, smoothing the front of her shirt and tugging at the hem like it would help somehow. It wasn’t like this was a date or anything. Still, her cheeks felt warm.

She sighed, rolled her eyes at herself, and mumbled, “Get it together p” before finally turning to her duffel bag. She unzipped it just to double-check that her prac gear and shoes were packed neatly inside, tucked between her crocs and a rolled-up hoodie in case it got cold later throughout the day. Satisfied, she slung the bag over her shoulder and headed out the door.

By the time she stepped outside her phone buzzed.

Azzi: i js got here btw

Paige: bet bet im walking now. 5 min max

Azzi was waiting near the cafe entrance, leaned up against the wall just beside the door, her phone in one hand. After a few mins she looked up as Paige approached, and the small grin that spread across her face made Paige feel like she’d just won something.

She looked good. So so good. Her baby pink sweatshirt was soft and slightly oversized, sleeves pulled over her hands. Her jeans were loose, cuffed a little above her ankles. Her hair was pulled up in a high bun, wisps of curls falling around her face like they were supposed to be there.

“Hey.” Azzi said, smile easy, eyes soft.

“Hey.” Paige replied, not slowing until she was close enough to pull Azzi into a hug.

It was natural now. Azzi’s arms went around her like she’d been waiting for it. Paige’s went around her waist, chin brushing her shoulder for a moment. Neither of them said anything while they hugged.

When they pulled back, Azzi looked like she hadn’t stopped smiling. “I almost thought you’d still be asleep.”

“I almost was,” Paige admitted, her hand gently brushing against Azzi’s elbow as they walked inside, “but I wasn’t about to pass up coffee with you.”

They stepped into the cafe, the sounds of the machines and quiet conversation filling the air around them. Paige’s hand drifted lightly to Azzi’s back as they moved toward the line.

Near the back, half-tucked behind a tall plant and trying very hard to act casual, KK and Ice had been mid-conversation with their drinks when Ice nudged KK, eyes wide.

“Is that—”

“Bro. Yes,” KK whispered.

They both ducked lower behind their corner booth, trying to be stealthy as Ice started filming the exact moment Paige casually placed her hand on Azzi’s back. They didn’t even notice.

KK: yooooo look at p boogers, broski is WHIPPED

KK: they’re literally flirting in line BDHJIHJKDHHSA

Aubrey: huh wym ?? whos flirting in line ?

Aubrey: whats wrong w paige

Caroline: ???

Ice: video attachment

Ice: bro got her hand on azzi’s back like its nth 👀

Caroline: OOOOOOHHHHHHH SHITTTTT BDHAHBSAHHSHA

Aubrey: 😭😭😭 TS CRAZYYYYYY

Caroline: ugh theyre literally so gay literally definition of gay

KK: bro she’s got HEART EYES, i swearrrrr manee

Aubrey: p looks SOOOO soft for her

Caroline: i bet she’s already planning their wedding 😈

Meanwhile, Paige and Azzi were still deep in their own world. After they ordered, Paige immediately handed over her card before Azzk could even blink.

“You don’t have to pay,” Azzi said, almost pouting.

“Yea, but I want to,” Paige shrugged. “I’m not gonna let you pay for coffee when I invited you.”

“Wait, what do you mean? You didn’t invite me, I invited you.”

“Exactly. So I’m being polite.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but didn’t argue more. “You’re annoying.”

“You like it,” Paige said, a smirk playing on her lips.

Azzi tried not to smile at that, but it was hopeless.

They took a spot near the windows, sliding into one of the booths. Paige sat on the right, and Azzi automatically sat beside her instead of across. She curled slightly into Paige’s side without thinking. Paige’s arm slid around her shoulders like it was routine.

Azzi looked down at her cup, cheeks faintly pink. “You’re always so warm.”

“I run hot,” Paige said, taking a sip. “It’s a skill.”

Azzi bumped her shoulder gently. “A useful one.”

Their knees brushed under the table, and neither moved. Paige’s thumb idly traced a circle over Azzi’s shoulder through the fabric of her sweatshirt while they talked about random class stuff, how tired they were and other stuff about the upcoming tets.

Azzi leaned into her more as they sat, her voice softer now, “Thanks again. For last night.”

“For murdering your texts?” Paige said. “Anytime.”

Azzi laughed into her cup, eyes crinkling at the corners. “No, I mean just everything. It was a good day yesterday. Even when the two crashers came out of nowhere. ”

Paige looked at her for a second, her chest aching a little in that annoying, fluttery way it always did around her. She didn’t say anything. Just smiled, arm tightening slightly around Azzi’s shoulder.

Azzi glanced up at her, eyes flicking to Paige’s mouth and back without meaning to.

Paige noticed. But she didn’t say a word.

From behind the plant, Ice and KK exchanged silent screams, mouthing oh my god at the same time.

Azzi leaned her head briefly into Paige’s shoulder again, soft and easy. Paige didn’t move. She just sat there, coffee in one hand, the girl she really liked tucked into her side, pretending her heart wasn’t currently punching its way through her ribs.

Eventually, their drinks were empty and their hands were just wrapped around lukewarm cups, neither of them making a move to stand.

“We should probably go,” Azzi mumbled, though she made no move to leave Paige’s side.

Paige sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I guess if we want to survive death-by-math.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, sitting up a little but still leaning into her. “You act like numbers are out to kill you.”

“They are,” Paige groaned, flopping her head back against the couch. “Every equation is a personal attack.”

Azzi smiled, brushing her hand lightly over Paige’s arm. “Good thing I’m here to protect you, then.”

Paige cracked one eye open, grinning. “My math bodyguard ?”

“Exactly,” Azzi said, nudging her playfully. “Armed with equations and the will to drag your dramatic ass through linear algebra.”

They stood, gathering their bags. Azzi pulled on her sleeve, tugging it back over her hand as they stepped into the morning light. The walk to class wasn’t far, just across campus, but they stayed close, brushing shoulders every so often as they moved.

“I’m glad we did this,” Azzi said quietly, gaze down at the sidewalk.

Paige glanced over at her, a lazy, warm smile tugging at her lips. “Me too.”

They reached the building, pushing through the heavy door as students flooded in around them. Paige held it open for Azzi, earning a small smirk from her.

“Such a gentlewoman” Azzi teased, bumping her shoulder against Paige’s as she walked in

“Don’t get used to it,” Paige shot back, but she was still smiling.

Inside the room, the class was already half-full, the usual scattered clusters of students hunched over desks or chatting. Azzi made her way toward her usual spot that was mid-left row, beside Caroline while Paige headed for the back right corner next to Aubrey.

As soon as Paige dropped her bag beside her seat, Aubrey turned to her, raising both eyebrows.

“So,” she said slowly, “anything you wanna share ?”

Paige blinked. “Huh ?”

“You and Azzi. Cafe. This morning.”

Paige froze, halfway through pulling out her laptop. “Wait, how do you even know that ?”

Aubrey grinned, waving her phone. “kk and ice.”

Paige’s face went hot. “You’re kidding.”

“Buddy,” Aubrey said, spinning the screen toward her. “do I look like I’m kidding ?”

The video was low-angle and grainy but unmistakably them with her hand resting on Azzi’s back, Azzi leaning into her. Her stomach twisted in that mix of affection and horror. “Oh my gosh.”

“We basically declared you guys the campus gay power couple,” Aubrey added.

Across the room, Caroline was saying almost the exact same thing.

“You and Paige, huh ?” she said, nudging Azzi as she pulled out a pen.

Azzi blinked. “What ?”

Caroline lifted her phone, holding it up with a smug look. “kk and ice were literally hiding behind a plant. They sent me and Aubrey a video. You two looked pre cozy.”

Azzi stared at her. “Wait how did they even—”

“Spying,” Caroline said, deadpan. “They’ve got eyes everywhere.”

Azzi buried her face in her hands for a second. “Geeeeez bruh.”

“Don’t worry,” Caroline said sweetly. “It was cute. P got that golden retriever energy and you got that soft princess energy.”

Azzi groaned louder.

That’s when the door creaked open again, and Jace strutted in. He dropped into the seat directly in front of Azzi without even looking back.

“So,” he started loudly, twisting slightly in his seat, “you just gonna block me ? Like that ?”

Azzi’s whole body tensed.

“I mean, damn Azzi,” Jace went on, turning fully now. “After everything like the sessions I kept you entertained while you were tutoring me. Cold, man. Cold.”

Caroline immediately leaned forward. “What in the absolute bullshit, maybe take the hint and shut up.”

He ignored her and turned back around. “And that last message ? To what ? Stop texting you, was it ? What even was that ?”

Azzi stared at the back of his head, jaw tight. “It wasnt—”

She stopped herself. She wasn’t about to explain that it wasn’t even her who sent the message. Or that she had no regrets about allowing Paige to block him.

He kept going. “I’m just saying, you don’t gotta be so rude. You were acting all sweet before like you actually wanted to help me.”

Azzi turned her head toward the window, trying to tune him out. Caroline pulled out her phone.

A second later, Paige’s phone lit up.

Caroline: p switch seats w me pls. jace the dumbass is not letting up and azzi looks like she wants to punch him.

Without hesitation, Paige stood, grabbing her stuff. She walked down the aisle, eyes locked on Caroline, who was already halfway up. They wordlessly passed each other, Caroline giving Paige a tight nod and smirk before sliding into the back next to Aubrey.

Paige dropped into the seat beside Azzi and leaned back casually, draping an arm over the back of Azzi’s chair. Then she slid her hand up to her shoulder and tugged her closer gently.

Azzi blinked, startled for a second but she didn’t resist. She let herself lean in and shifted her chair a little closer to Paige.

Paige stared straight ahead as she spoke, flat and sharp.

“Hey Jace ?”

He turned, expression smug.

Paige gave him a blank look. “Shut the fuck up.”

His smirk faded. “Bruh what ?”

“You heard me,” Paige said, her arm still around Azzi. “You’re so fucken loud, annoying, and nobody wants to hear your whiny ass complain about not getting free tutoring after being a creep.”

Jace scoffed. “Creep ? I—”

“Yea buddy,” Paige snapped, leaning forward a little. “I read your messages. All of them. I was the one who was messaging you and blocked you. Lucky I didn’t send worse.”

Jace looked like he might argue but one glance at Paige’s sharp expression and he backed off with a mutter, turning in his seat.

Silence settled around them. Caroline and Aubrey shared a look from the back.

Paige leaned back, hand still lightly resting on Azzi’s shoulder.

Azzi’s lips parted like she wanted to say something, but then she just closed them again and leaned into Paige’s side more.

“Thank you,” she said softly instead.

Paige’s thumb brushed her shoulder gently. “Anytime.”

They stayed like that, quietly tucked into each other, as Caroline turned around slightly and mouthed holy shit at Aubrey while she was filming from her seat, whispering into her phone camera.

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The class continued on as if nothing had happened, but the air between Paige and Azzi felt different now. Paige’s arm stayed draped over Azzi’s shoulder, casual but firm, as she scribbled notes the professor was going through with her other hand. Every now and then, she would give Azzi a little squeeze or rub her thumb against her shoulder, and Azzi would shift slightly, the smallest of shivers running through her. Paige noticed, and though she kept her attention on the professor, her grin was quiet and knowing.

Meanwhile, Aubrey and Caroline, seated a few rows behind them, exchanged a knowing look, their eyes flicking between Paige and Azzi. Caroline leaned in, her voice low, though the grin on her face made it hard to keep the tone entirely serious.

“Ok, so that happened.” Caroline whispered, glancing at Azzi and Paige, whose fingers were still subtly brushing along Azzi’s arm. “They were basically kissing each other with their eyes when Jace started talking. I thought they were gonna combust right there.”

Aubrey, equally amused, whispered back, “I don’t know, but they definitely look a little cozy.” Her eyes sparkled as she watched the subtle way Paige’s hand moved down Azzi’s arm, still casually slung over her shoulder. “And don’t think I forgot about that photo I took last night,” she added, smirking.

Caroline blinked. “Wait, what photo ?”

“You know the one from last night.” Aubrey leaned in, her voice dropping. “The one where they were both asleep, tangled up on the couch at Azzi’s place ? Azzi practically had her face buried in Paige’s neck. They were wrapped in a blanket, holding each other like it was nothing.”

Caroline tried to stifle a laugh, eyes wide. “Oh my God. How did I forget about that ? Is that really how they’re gonna do this ? Just silently falling in love by embracing together?”

Aubrey grinned. “And we have it on camera. Don’t think it won’t get shown to the others later”

Caroline shook her head, hiding her smile behind her hand. “This is gonna be absolute chaos.”

Meanwhile, Paige’s attention was split between the lecture, which she was half-listening to, and Azzi. Her arm, still around Azzi’s shoulder, had gradually started to move slowly, subtly. It was a gentle massage, her fingers pressing into Azzi’s skin, a rhythmic movement that didn’t go unnoticed. Azzi, who had been trying to concentrate on the lecture, couldn’t help but flinch with every little movement Paige made. It wasn’t rough, it was just affectionate in a way that made her feel warmer than she expected.

Every time Paige’s fingers brushed against her skin, she felt her heart skip just a little bit faster. And yet, every time Azzi glanced over at Paige, she couldn’t help but look away quickly, biting back the smile that wanted to spread across her face. She could feel the tension between them shifting, but she couldn’t exactly name it except that it was undeniably there.

From the row in front of them, Jace couldn’t take his eyes off them. He kept turning his head back, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. Paige caught him doing it once and shot him a hard look, her arm still draped over Azzi’s shoulder as if the gesture was as natural as breathing.

Jace smirked, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated stretch, before sneering at them. “What, are you two, like, attached now ?” His voice was loud enough for the people around them to hear. “Basically on top of each other, whispering sweet nothings in class ? What’s next, holding hands in the hallways ? Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Azzi stiffened, but Paige’s grip on her shoulder tightened just slightly, a silent reassurance that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Paige’s voice was low. “If you say one more word Jace, I swear I’m going to throw my chair at you.” She let the threat hang in the air for a moment before adding, “And don’t even think about looking back at us again, you dumbass.”

Jace’s smirk faltered, but he quickly regained his cocky attitude. “What’s your problem ? Genuinely asking.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I think you know what my problem is bud. You’re an asshole. And you’re somehow under the delusion that we give a fuck about what you think.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the look Paige shot his way made him think twice. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, finally turning around and focusing on the professor.

Paige rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she leaned into Azzi just a little more. Her fingers traced over the back of Azzi’s neck now, massaging the soft skin just behind her ear. The small, deliberate movements of her hand were enough to make Azzi shiver again, her breath catching slightly as she adjusted in her seat.

“I swear,” Paige muttered. “This guy has no concept of personal space or boundaries.”

Azzi couldn’t help it. She finally let herself laugh, a soft, almost nervous sound, her face still a little flushed. “You’re too much, Paige.”

Paige’s smile softened as she shifted her arm to rub more firmly against Azzi’s shoulder. “I know, but I’m pre sure you like it.”

Azzi, her face a mix of bashful and amused, ducked her head a little, resisting the urge to smile wider. She could feel the heat in her chest spreading, especially with Paige so close, her hand still making slow, deliberate circles on her skin.

Aubrey, still trying to keep it together from behind, whispered loud enough for Caroline to hear. “Honestly, I think Paige is trying to kill Jace with some new strategy. I aint even know what it is.”

Caroline snickered. “Jace needs to watch out. Paige’s charm is lethal.”

Meanwhile, Jace was still occasionally glancing back, his eyes narrowing further each time he saw Paige and Azzi so close, the arm that was still resting around Azzi’s shoulder almost possessively. Finally, after a few more moments of frustration, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He spun around in his chair once again, catching Paige’s eye.

“Ok seriously, stop staring at me like that. You’re making me uncomfortable,” he muttered, as though the idea of being intimidated by Paige was beneath him.

Paige raised an eyebrow, not a hint of hesitation in her voice. “You know what, Jace? You should be uncomfortable. You’re the last person I want to deal with right now.”

Azzi’s breath hitched at Paige’s words, the way she so easily stood up for herself. Her stomach flipped, and her heart raced, but she kept her face neutral, forcing herself to stay focused on the notes in front of her. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing a glance at Paige’s confident expression.

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The final 10 minutes of class went by, but Paige and Azzi barely noticed. Azzi had grown more comfortable with the contact, leaning into it slightly, and while her cheeks still burned every now and then from the closeness, she no longer shied away. If anything, she found herself anticipating the soft press of Paige’s fingertips, the calm, steady rhythm that somehow helped her concentrate now better than anything else.

Behind them, Aubrey leaned into Caroline again, her voice now urgent with energy. “Okok, we have to go. Like, now.”

Caroline’s eyes sparkled. “We need to find KK and Ice immediately.”

Neither of them didn’t even wait for Paige or Azzi. Aubrey grabbed her bag, nearly knocking her notebook off the desk in the process. “Let’s move. I’ve got the video saved.”

Caroline was already halfway to the door. “Let’s just say this might be better than the couch photo.”

The 2 of them dashed out of the room, barely stifling their laughter as they disappeared into the hallway, leaving the classroom noticeably quieter.

Paige tilted her head slightly, brow raised in mild suspicion. “What the hell was that about?”

Azzi just smiled, eyes still on her notes. “I don’t even want to know. You’d probably chase them down.”

Paige grinned. “Yea probs.”

They didn’t get up right away. The lecture was over, but they remained in their seats, the sound of shuffling notebooks and murmuring classmates fading until the room had emptied. Paige slowly retracted her arm, giving Azzi space as she leaned forward on the desk, stretching her back. Her hand absently rubbed at her temple. “Ok. So like. Linear algebra still feels like rocket science.”

Azzi’s lips quirked. “That’s because you’re trying to think of it like math instead of movement.”

Paige blinked at her. “What ?”

Azzi shifted in her seat, turning toward her slightly, eyes thoughtful. “Ok, so hear me out.” She tapped her pen on Paige’s notebook. “Vectors, right ? Think of them as passing lanes on the court. You’re here” she drew a little dot labeled P “and your teammate’s over here” another dot labeled T. “The ball has to move in a straight line from you to them. That’s a vector.”

Paige leaned closer, her brow furrowing with curiosity. “Ok yea… that actually kind of makes sense.”

Azzi smiled. “And linear transformations are just… changes in the way the court behaves. Imagine the floor gets tilted. The path between you and your teammate changes. Maybe it’s easier to pass left, harder to go right. That’s how matrix multiplication works—it changes all the passing lanes.”

Paige stared at her for a moment, visibly stunned. “Wait. That’s… actually kinda genius.”

Azzi shrugged, cheeks pinking slightly under the praise. “It’s just how I think about it. It makes it easier to visualise. I will get into detail with different areas when we have more sessions.”

Paige was still watching her, something soft and warm brewing behind her eyes. “That’s why you’re such a good tutor,” she said, voice quiet. “You don’t just explain the math. You connect it to stuff people actually care about.”

Azzi looked down at her lap, trying not to smile too widely. “Well… I care if you pass.”

That sentence landed heavier than Azzi expected, and the silence that followed was different now full, charged, delicate. Paige opened her mouth, hesitated, then closed it again. Her fingers twitched slightly against her book.

Before either of them could say more, a voice from the front of the room cut through the air.

“Miss Bueckers ?”

They both looked up. Their professor was standing at the front of the room, his hands loosely clasped over a stack of folders.

“Yes, sir ?” Paige straightened up quickly.

“I just wanted to make sure you saw my email last night,” he said, stepping a little closer, his voice dropping to a more private tone. “The one about eligibility. I know Coach is watching those grades pretty closely.”

Paige gave a quick nod. “Yea, I saw it. I’m on it.”

The professor glanced between the 2 of them and at the open notebooks, the way Paige had shifted closer, the way Azzi hadn’t stopped watching her even while he spoke. His smile warmed.

“Good,” he said, then paused just long enough for them to notice. “And whatever this is ?” He motioned vaguely to the 2 of them, his tone light but full of meaning. “It seems to be working.”

Paige blinked. Azzi turned red.

“Oh,” Paige said, her voice suddenly higher. “Um uh, yea, no, were just—she’s tutoring me. It’s tutoring.”

Azzi nodded quickly. “Mhm, strictly academic.”

The professor gave a slow nod, lips twitching. “Of course. Welp, keep up the… good academic collaboration.”

And with that, he walked out.

The door clicked shut behind him.

They both sat frozen for a beat, the air thick with embarrassment and something warmer.

Paige let out a breath, half a laugh, half a groan. “Did he just…”

Azzi buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god. He totally thinks we’re—”

“Dating,” Paige finished for her, grinning as she leaned back in her seat, one leg bouncing. “He definitely thinks we’re dating.”

Azzi peeked out from behind her hands. “That’s embarrassing.”

Paige laughed, reaching over to nudge her knee gently with her own. “Or… flattering.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, caught between flustered and intrigued. “Flattering?”

“I mean,” Paige shrugged, smiling lazyly. “You could do worse.”

Azzi stared at her, heart pounding. “Are you flirting with me ?”

“Hmmmmm I don’t know,” Paige said, still smiling, but there was something gentler in her voice now. “Am I?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She just looked at her, really looked at the way Paige’s fingers had started tapping lightly against the edge of the desk again, the way her eyes held just a little more softness than mischief now.

“No comment,” Azzi murmured, cheeks pink, her voice barely above a whispwr.

She shifted in her seat, feeling the warmth of the moment linger between them, like the soft afterglow of a nearly confessed truth. The quiet in the room seemed to stretch around them, and she took a deep breath, realising that they had both lingered long enough to notice the space that had shifted in the air between them. A gentle push of Paige’s knee against hers pulled her back from the thoughts swirling in her mind.

“Alright,” Paige finally sighed, her voice taking on a more normal tone as she pushed herself upright, stretching her arms above her head with a tired groan. “Let’s go. We’re not getting anything done here anymore.”

Azzi nodded, her fingers brushing across the open notebook in front of her one last time. She caught Paige’s glance as she reached for her bag, both of them hesitating for just a moment too long before standing up together. They moved in sync as they made their way toward the door, a quiet rhythm in their footsteps as they passed through the emptying classroom.

As they stepped into the hallway, the low hum of the campus still alive in the background, Azzi glanced at Paige, her voice soft. “So, when’s your next game?”

Paige tilted her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “This time next week,” she said, looking a little distant for a moment. “But I’m leaving Friday a few hours after the test. It’s an away game.” She met Azzi’s eyes then, her gaze direct but soft.

Azzi nodded slowly, her fingers tapping lightly against the strap of her bag. “Well, you’ll need to focus on that test then. You sure you’re ready?”

Paige grinned. “Not even a little. But I’ve got you, right ?”

Azzi smiled back, feeling a flutter in her chest. She was already reaching for the next logical step, the next way to help. “What if we studied every day till the test? I’ll help you, make sure you pass this thing. It’s not just a math test, right? It’s everything leading up to it. You’ll need all the help you can get.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, impressed and touched by Azzi’s determination. “You really want to do that ? Every day ?”

Azzi’s cheeks went pink slightly, but she didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. Well if you want to… But I’m serious. You can’t afford to fail this one. I’ll be here for you. I won’t let you miss anything.”

Paige couldn’t help but feel a soft warmth fill her chest at the thought. Her voice was quieter now, her words more sincere. “I appreciate that. I’ll need it, honestly. With everything going on, I don’t have much headspace for this test. But you ? You seem to make it easier.”

Azzi gave her a quick smile, trying to hide the feeling of her heart racing. “Good. Then it’s a plan. We’ll study every day till Friday.”

Before Paige could say anything more, a familiar voice interrupted, and both of them turned to find Aubrey, Caroline, KK, and Ice walking toward them, their chatter growing louder as they approached.

Aubrey practically skipped up to them, her grin wide. “There you two are. We were looking everywhere for you !”

Caroline raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking between Azzi and Paige, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “What were you two doing in there? You’ve been in that room for quite some time.”

Azzi and Paige exchanged a quick look, both of them blushing, but neither said anything, the unspoken truth still hovering in the air between them.

Aubrey didn’t seem to care about their hesitation. “We got something for you.” She pulled her phone from her pocket with a grin that was way too mischievous. “Remember last night?”

Paige froze, her breath catching in her throat. “What… what are you talking about?”

Aubrey’s grin grew wider. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Caroline leaned in, her voice lower now, as if making sure no one else could overhear. “We’ve got a picture.”

Azzi’s eyes widened slightly as her gaze flickered nervously between Paige and the phone Aubrey was holding up. “A picture?”

“Yeah,” Aubrey said, her grin turning into something teasing. “A cute one.”

She tapped through her screen, and suddenly, a photo appeared on the screen—one of Paige and Azzi, curled up together asleep on the couch from last night.

Azzi’s breath hitched, and she couldn’t stop herself from looking at the photo, her stomach twisting. The image was so intimate, so casual in a way that made her feel exposed. She looked over at Paige, her heart hammering. Paige, too, was staring at the photo, her face a mixture of surprise and something else—something soft and a little bit embarrassed.

“Why did you even—” Paige started, her voice a little higher than usual.

Aubrey raised an eyebrow. “You think we weren’t watching you two? Come on, it was cute. Just look at how you were both out like lights. We had to capture it. It was a must.”

Azzi cleared her throat, her cheeks burning. “This is definitely not what it looks like.”

Carolinr gave her a look. “Oh, it looks exactly like what it is.”

KK and Ice were both quiet for once, exchanging glances but not saying anything. The 4 of them knew what the picture meant and what it implied. But Azzi and Paige were still caught in their own tangled feelings, none of them willing to admit the truth out loud yet.

Aubrey was the one to break the silence, her voice light but teasing. “So, when do you two want to make this official ? Or should we keep this little secret to ourselves?”

Paige shot her a glare, her smile still present but strained. “Oh my days shut up, Aubrey.”

Azzi ducked her head, her heart beating faster. “We—uh… we’re just—”

Caroline waved her off. “No need to explain. We know. But seriously. You two are adorable.”

There was a long beat of silence before Azzi finally raised her eyes to meet Paige’s. The weight of the conversation, of the feelings neither of them were ready to name, hung in the space between them.

The moment passed quickly, though, as Paige gave a shrug and turned to the group. “Alright, alright. Enough with the teasing. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Azzi nodded, feeling a strange sense of finality to the conversation. Her heart thumped in her chest as they began walking toward the stairs. But as they moved in tandem, closer now than they’d ever been, Azzi couldn’t help but wonder if something would shift.

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As the teasing settled into warm laughter and light conversation, the group slowly began to drift apart, lulled by the gentle pull of their schedules.

“I swear, if Coach keeps pausing every five seconds to lecture, I might actually fall asleep with my eyes open,” Caroline groaned, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“He’s definitely gonna do it,” KK said with a sigh. “Gramps loves a lil dramatic pause.”

Ice snorted. “Y’all better prepare yourself now. You know he’s sending us straight to weights after like emotional damage won’t be enough.”

Aubrey threw an arm around Paige’s shoulders. “Come on, film starts in thirty. Let’s roll.”

But Paige didn’t move. “I’ll catch up in a sec,” she said casually, nudging Aubrey with her elbow. “Need to ask Azzi something real quick.”

Aubrey gave her a long, drawn-out “Oooooohhh,” before relenting. “Don’t be late before gramps gets mad lover girl.”

“Bye Aubrey,” Paige deadpanned, and Aubrey finally peeled away, the rest of the group filing down the hall.

Once they were gone and the hallway had quieted to a soft murmur, Paige turned to Azzi, her expression gentler now, stripped of the pressure of onlookers.

“So…” Paige began, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I was thinking. About tonight.”

Azzi blinked. “Tonight?”

“For studying,” Paige clarified quickly, though her voice carried a quiet edge of something more. “You said every day, remember? Might as well start tonight.”

Azzi nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Right, yeah. That makes sense. Want to meet at the library ?”

Paige gave a crooked smile and shook her head. “Actually, I was thinking… my place. No one there, fewer distractions. We’ll probably get more done.”

Azzi hesitated. “You sure ?”

“Yea.” Paige’s voice was certain, but her gaze flicked away for a second before returning to meet Azzi’s. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll text you the deets.”

Azzi took a breath, then nodded. “Okay. Sounds good.”

Paige’s smile softened, the edges of her eyes crinkling just slightly. “Cool. I’ll, uh… try to clean up a little after I finish up my schedule for the day after film and weights.”

Azzi laughed, a quiet sound that seemed to catch even her off guard. “No need. I’m not judging you.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her grin turning a bit smug. “You say that now. Just wait until you see the mountain of laundry on my desk.”

Azzi smiled, the tension between them easing just a bit. There was still something noticeable there but for now, it settled into something easier.

“I’ll bring some snacks,” Azzi offered. “And flashcards. I have a few from the last class.”

Paige gave her a grateful look. “You’re really out here being my academic guardian angel, huh ?”

Azzi rolled her eyes with a smile. “You’re lucky I like helping people.”

Paige didn’t respond to that and just watched her for a moment too long before finally stepping back. “Alright. I should go before everyone starts texting me passive-aggressively from film and Geno gets pissed at me.”

Azzi nodded, feeling the faint urge to stall, to say something more. But instead, she let the moment settle, let it be quiet and soft and enough.

“See you tonight, Az” Paige said, turning to go.

Azzi watched her walk down the hall, tall and sure in that way she had always seemed to be. But as she glanced back once before turning the corner, there was something else in her face. Something that told Azzi she wasn’t as composed as she seemed.

And then she was gone.

Azzi stood there for a beat longer, then finally turned toward the opposite direction, heading back toward her own dorm.

Her chest still carried the echo of that photo. Of Paige’s sleepy weight against her body. Of the quiet flutter when Paige said you make it easier.

She exhaled slowly.

Tonight. Paiges place.

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Azzi unlocked the door to her dorm with a soft click, stepping inside and pulling off her shoes as she glanced down the narrow hallway toward the small cluster of packages by her desk. Her heart gave a tiny, unexplainable skip when she saw one of the boxes.

“Oh,” she murmured, already moving toward it.

She knelt and peeled it open carefully, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as soon as the pastel pink casing appeared through the packing paper. The Polaroid camera.

She pulled it out reverently, holding it in both hands like something precious. The plastic was smooth, the color even prettier in person than it looked online and was also matching the colour of her sweatshirt. Lightweight, but solid in her hands. She instinctively brought it up to eye level, pretending to snap a shot, already imagining how the photos would look printed and warm and instant.

Azzi sat back on her heels and smiled to herself, imagining the little stack of blank film waiting to be filled. Her mind wandered—first to the small plant on her windowsill, then maybe the way the afternoon light hit the library steps, photos of her and her friends going for an outing. A whole mental list was already forming—shots she could take, quiet memories she could freeze in time.

And then, before she could help it, another thought crept in.

Paige.

She imagined Paige sitting at her desk tonight, brow furrowed, pencil tapping against her notebook while she squinted at some econ problem. Maybe her wearing a hoodie that would probably be half off one shoulder, hair up in a messy bun or maybe still damp from a post-prac shower. Azzi imagined the soft lighting of the desk lamp hitting her face, Paige muttering to herself, frustrated but trying. Still trying.

It would be the perfect moment for a picture.

Not posed, not planned, just real.

Azzi’s cheeks warmed up instantly.

“Nope,” she muttered under her breath, standing up a little too fast. She placed the camera gently on the desk and turned away like that would somehow banish the idea.

But it didn’t.

The image stuck. Paige, caught mid-thought. Paige, rolling her eyes at some dumb joke. Paige, looking up at her after finally getting an answer right, proud and bright.

Azzi covered her face with her hands, half laughing, half horrified at herself.

“What is wrong with me,” she mumbled.

She peeked through her fingers at the camera, still sitting untouched on the edge of her desk. After a long beat, she reached out, ran a thumb over the smooth shutter button, and bit her lip.

Maybe she would bring it tonight to Paige's dorm.

Just in case.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 5 days ago

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His Soul Living On | Yandere HUNTR/X

She felt the droplets before she bothered to see their source.

It was the dead of night. Another successful performance and she was happy to be back home. Happy to curl into the undone sheets she left behind, a silent invitation to return to the only reprieve from…all of it.

While the city glowed with a menagerie of individual lights the golden barrier of the Honmoon glowed above it all. Instilling a peacefulness that Rumi felt was so long sought after. Rubbing her arms, tracing the marks along them with a newfound appreciation. Still, it felt….incomplete without him here. At night she was plagued with visions of the demon. Haunting as they were mesmerizing, always lulling her into those meetings where she was free with him. Before dropping her into the warm but harsh concrete of reality.

Jin was gone but she was free. Accepted by herself and her friends, soaring higher in the idol space, and having fewer demons appearing than ever before she should be happy. She should be full.

But like the night that bird with a hat appeared on her balcony. It’s what’s least expected that opens the door to the part of her heart she keeps sealed away.

“You knew him, yes?”

It was the dead of night. The sun is long gone. The other parts of Hunter/x are all fast asleep by now. Her sheets are lightly damp with sweat and the wetness on her cheeks isn’t solely because of her.

Floating above, in the space between the ceiling and her bed is you. Half of your body lightly curled from the blue ring of a familiar portal. Defying all laws of gravity as none of your clothes or hair sag. The marks on your skin are like hers glowing golden and your eyes amber as any demons are filled with tears.

It’s second nature for her to reach up. To hold a face filled with tears for the one she hasn’t stopped grieving. It didn’t matter that Mira and Zoey bought tubs of ice cream or played break-up songs on her off days.

It hurt.

And the hardest thing about mourning is when you’re doing it by yourself. Only then when you escape the neat platitudes that come with loss are you forced to confront it—accept it. For Rumi, it’s the hardest thing to do and while it’s no comfort that someone’s in pain like her, she’s happy to not be the only one.

Without thinking she pulls the rest of you out of the portal, holding you tight as she settles back into her bed. Barely detaching herself to pull at the duvet engulfing the both of you in the warmth of puffy cotton.

Stay here.

The words are unspoken as she hugs you tight and you return it. Both of you giving into the pull of peaceful slumber.

Nightmares spare you both for the night.

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The coming morning is awkward. It’s natural that she wakes bright and early to abide by her skin routine, forgoing the makeup for the day off. Turning to her bed to make it neat only to remember why a demon with tussled hair is staring back at her.

“Who are you?!”

“How’d you get in here?”

“Where’d you get those earrings?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

The questions come fast and so do their faces. Barely allowing you a hair of difference as they inspect you like the mystery you seem to be. Rumi lets them, curious herself and allowing herself to rule out every situation that this could be.

A hole in the Honmoon?!

Another iteration of Gwi-Ma?!

A new demon risen to power strong enough to tear a hole throught the HONMOON!?

“Uh Rumi your making that face again,” Mira mused picking at the plate of uneaten food in front of you.”

“W-what there’s no face!”

“Uh yeah, it’s the face where you like totally overanalyze something and you don’t want to share.”

Zoey ended with a pout as if reminding Rumi of her all too recent past of omitting her feelings. Their lead sighs before sitting down next to you, grabbing at the hands that were gingerly holding chopsticks before.

“Okay, can you please just tell us who you are and why you’ve come.”

For a moment you just stare at her, making her think for a moment you don’t speak the same language but then you lean back.

Taking an audible intake of air you speak.

“I used to know Jin he was my friend…he protected me from Gwi Ma for a long time.”

They all look at you with their jaws dropped. You shrink into yourself.

“Wow, you like have a really pretty sounding voice even though you’re super quiet.”

“Yeah you almost sound like an angel!”

You shrivel at the compliments. Rumi squeezes your hand bringing your attention back to her.

“So he protected you, is that why you’re here because he’s…” She doesn’t finish her sentence with you she knew she didn’t need to.

“No. More like I’m finally doing what he told me to.”

“And what was that?”

“To learn who I really am,” you trailed off looking skeptically at the idols hanging off your every word,” with…him?”

They all share a loud “WHAAATTT?” Before reeling it back. Mira was the first to question turning your chair in her direction.

“Wait so Jinu told you to go learn who you are with him?”

You nodded.

Zoey scooted closer, “So this had to be pretty far in the past. Maybe an old promise he made! Like a hundred years ago or something, right?”

“He made it before he died.”

The team was in a craze. Openly theory-crafting about what this meant. Perhaps Jinu thought he’d be free to do as he pleased once Gwi Ma won so that’s why? But that didn’t make sense considering Rumi felt he’d always planned to help. It was a mess.

“I GOT IT!”

You jumped at Rumi’s declaration while her teammates leaned in both of them tapping their fingers for an imaginary drumroll. “Jinu said that because he was planning to use his soul to help Huntr/x beat Gwi Ma so he means us! So we’re supposed to carry on the mission of helping them find themselves!”

“Hm, that does sound like the actions of the heartthrob you fell in love with.” “ZOEY!”

“But how do we know that we wouldn’t kill them on the spot we are hunters after all

“I don’t know…I guess he just knew”

From that day forward, Huntr/x takes you under their wing. Showing you the casual comforts of everyday life you seem so unfamiliar with. Talking with you more they discovered you were similar to Rumi in in that you weren’t fully a demon. Able to live among humans and not crave their souls.

It was easy to appoint you as Bobby’s assistant, learning from him the ins and outs of the business while discovering how vast the world is. Stuck in the demon realm for most of your life, you’d never seen much of the world.

It was on their world tour that Rumi watched your eyes light up at the sight of the Honmoon. Just as elated as they are to see a world filled with fans’ joy protecting the world from the demons that threaten it. It’s here, bathing in the afterglow of a successful performance that she feels as though she’s reached it. The high she had with Jinu, continued well into the night as you joined them on their relaxed nightly patrol. Laughing as you try to outrun Zoey across the rooftops of Japan. She feels as though this is what he gave his soul to her for.

To witness the blossom he’s protected bloom under the caring hands of Huntr/x. This is her perfection, her fulfillment and she won��t ever stop accepting that this life is all hers.

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“I’m going to America!”

You had shouted over victory ramyeun. Incurring the turning heads of everyone in Hunter/x and the steady slurping coming to a stop. Unbothered you finish slurping yours before going for the rest of the minute-ready broth. The ramyeun cup slowly turns up blocking your view of the shocked faces looking at each other across from you.

By the time your broth was gone and you were looking at them all again, they had wide insincere smiles on their faces. None the wiser, thanks to your lack of social-awareness you smile back taking their response as pride in you.

“One of the managers from that collaboration gave me a call, and said I could maybe join the team and learn the ropes from them.”

Mira was struggling, “So how do you plan to…live out there? You don’t exactly have any money.”

“Oh she said she’d take care of it, said she’d also help me make a bank account too.”

“Wow,” Zoey’s eye is twitching and so is her smile,” how…generous.”

Rumi takes the initiative scooting closer on the couch to you as if proximity would make you reconsider the offer.

“You know we don’t feel burdened by you at all!”

She gestured to the group, “We’ve all really enjoyed having you with us, and if you want you can keep staying with us!”

The team was smiling for real, their sincerity shown in the joy in their eyes. Because like Rumi, they accept her, they accept you for all that you are. All that Jinu meant to protect.

“Thanks but I think I’m going to take the job. Bobby thinks I should too, said he’s worried about me taking his job one day.”

You continue raving about the manager you met, the group she manages, and all the things you heard of from another place you’d never explored. Accepting their too-wide smiles, their twitching eyes, and the violent crushing of empty Ramyeun cups.

Completely unaware of the upset you’d created.

Rumi didn’t mind.

She could fix this.

Just like with Jinu.

She has a plan.

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“Welcome to the Blue Table: Live with Laura Singh! Today we have all of Hunter/x tonight to talk about the latest album: Living On! Good evening to you all!”

“Hey everyone.”

“Hiiii!”

“‘Sup!”

“....Hi.”

“Now let’s get into all the hot new buzz about Hunter/x’s biggest update. An all-new member to the infamously adored trio! So what’s it like to join this legendary group?”

The new member looks surprised, turning to the live audience eagerly waiting and to the members of their team on each side of them.

“It’s really…awesome!”

The audience erupts with cheers and applause. The host smiles widely and waits for the audience’s praise to die down before she asks her next question.

“So tell me (Y/n) what made you join this group? Some might say that this trio didn’t need anyone else, what do you say to that?”

The audience leans in like the host, all of them eagerly awaiting the response to such a long-anticipated question. Socials were blowing up with more and more people streaming biting at their nails to hear what the response.

The new member stutters, frantic eyes looking at their members. Rumi dutifully steps in,”(Y/n) is a little nervous but we’ve all accepted them as a part of our family and we hope you do too!”

The audience coos.

“Yeah,” Mira smiles at the camera,” this family sticks together and we couldn’t have made the latest album without them.”

The crowds swoon.

Zoe strikes a pose,”(Y/n) was destined to be a part of us Hunters and I think we can all agree there’s no better role for them than right here.”

She pulls everyone in for a hug, with you right in the middle.

The fans watching frantically clip the moment, reposting immediately to their socials and into their editing software.

“Uh, I guess to answer the question myself the role kind of…snuck up on me?”

Zoey casually flicks the back of your neck, which makes you straighten your posture. Sending a smirk your way, Singh watches with amazement.

“Our gwiyeoun hubae is still learning! So give them some time to learn the ropes.”

Mira hums, “ Yeah because this baby has a lot to learn.”

As casually as ever the choreographer kisses your cheek leaving a maroon stain that makes the new idol’s cheeks burn.

Singh faints and there’s a cut to the commercial. TV ratings skyrocket. The internet is blowing up. The Network makes an exception to cut commercials early to get a final winning snapshot of the Huntr/x group all gathering around their new member.

“Please accept our hubae! We’ve decided they’ll be living on in our souls and by our sides and in our songs forever.”

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tonightweroam · 2 years ago

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"To all Vanessas, Vannies, Vannys, or whatever the hell you go by in the world-"

Glitchtrap raised both middle fingers.

"Fuck you, and not in the fun way. Sincerely, me."

#ic: feeling so incomplete #he's not happy about the PQIV ending #help wanted 2 spoilers

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cursecuelebre · 10 months ago

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Top Recommendations for Norse Pagans that aren’t Problematic.

There is a lot of books by people who are racist and part of far right side of Heathenry and I’m going to try my best and list the books I have that helped me on my path that isn’t problematic and have questionable intentions. Books and YouTube channels.

Anglo Saxon Socerery and Magic by Alaric Albertson. He is very knowledgeable in his work and path especially on runes which includes the rune poem to make your own interpretation and witchcraft side of things. He even talks about the Elves which I appreciate because not a lot of Norse authors talk about them. It’s more Germanic than Norse but I can’t see any problem adopting certain aspects since they are very similar. I will say he does take himself a bit serious at times but his information is so good and worthwhile. I have not read his first book on Travels through middle earth but it focus on more the pagan side.

Poetic Edda and Prose Edda: it’s what every Norse pagan needs. It’s the foundation of Norse paganism not bibles but myths and tales that can help along our journey. There is tons of translations, but my favorites are Dr. Jackson Crawford Poetic Edda and Anthony Fawkes Prose Edda. But look into other sagas as well like Volsung which Dr Jackson Crawford also wrote about.

Beowulf. More of a Germanic tale but again includes it has roots of Germanic sorcery, traditions, religion like the concept of Wyrd (Fate), the runes, and values within his society like loyalty and mythical creatures. Again there is many translations even Jrr Tolkien did a incompleted version of Beowulf but I think Tom Shippey finished that version I could be wrong. Nonetheless explore more than one, the oneI have is by Seamus Heaney.

Grimm Fairy Tales this mostly German Folklore but it’s still quite important to learn about in German folk magic, creatures and entities in German folklore tends to be very real to the practitioner in their spellwork.

The Way of Fire and Ice by Ryan Smith a very progressive outlook in Norse paganism, he talks about creating communities in Norse paganism and calling out and denouncing Nazis in the community how Norse Paganism is inclusive and how to be open to all types of people. But he has a beginner approach to the deities, beliefs, values within Norse paganism.

Look into a lot of academic sources that’s where you will find a lot of information on Norse paganism and religions.

Tacitus Germania - A Roman historian talking about the Germanic tribes their culture and customs.

Saxo Grammaticus history of the Danes

The Viking Way by Neil Price it goes good in depths about magic in Scandinavia like Seidh

Dictionary of Norse Mythology a quick guide to northern myths, if you are trying to find a specific god and you don’t have time to look up in a book it’s in there with great information to each one.

Children of Ask and Elm: History of Vikings by Neil Price on Scandinavian culture during the Viking age

Some YouTube Channels

The Norse Witch: Bente lives in Germany and their channel encompasses all of Norse paganism more around magic. They do interviews with other Norse witches of folk magic like Icelandic and Danish. Even gives good book recommendations and advice on general spellwork as well!.

Dr Jackson Crawford he is an author but he also has a YouTube channel. He was a professor in Colorado on Norse culture, mythology, and language and now is a full time YouTuber. He did a series of videos on the runes which are more historically accurate. Discusses the myths and the language and what do they mean. Jackson Crawford isn’t a Norse pagan nor he doesn’t care if you are one but just letting you know he isn’t coming from a pagan perspective.

The Welsh Viking also like Jackson Crawford but still has really great knowledge on Viking culture.

De Spökenkyker who is a channel that focus on German Folk magic living in Germany who is a practicing German Folk Witch.

Please feel free to add on any recommendations that are helpful and useful to the Norse pagan Community!

Update:

Just adding new sources from the comments that I really enjoy I have been notfied that some YouTubers aren’t that great after all. You may find other people’s reblogs with their names but I have edited them out. But here’s some more reminder these are good perspectives and ideas as well in the community that aren’t problematic it’s okay to listen to these folks and gain some perspective or historical insights of course let me know if I’m mistaken or they are problematic that I didn’t know about.

- Welsh Viking (YouTube) and his more historical like Jackson Crawford in that sense

- Mathias Nordvig (Author) - Notably Astaru for Beginners

- Arith Harger (YouTube)

- Call of The Runes by Walter McGrory (his teaching of the runes is really great and includes the rune poems)

- Elves, Witches, and Gods by Cat Heath - If your interested in magic especially Seidr Cat does a great job of explaining her practice again HER practice it’s following someone’s example but you can adapt into your own practice of course.

- A Practical Guide to Asatru by Patricia M Lafayllve - She has interesting points and a good read.

These some of these authors utilise their knowledge based on history and their own practice and I think it’s okay to read or listen to them.

#paganism #norse paganism #norse pagan #norse witch #norse mythology #norse heathen #norse polytheism

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chdarling · 3 months ago

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Friends, we are there. We are at that point. ICE is abducting people off the streets and sending them to concentration camps in El Salvador. That is happening. Trump has said that he’d “love” to send the “homegrowns” to these prisons and told the president of El Salvador to build 5 more. Kilmar Abrego Garcia was kidnapped due to an "administrative error" and the Republican regime is refusing to bring him home, even though the Supreme Court ruled 9-0 that they must. A US citizen from Georgia was arrested in Florida for being an "unauthorized alien" and they refused to release him, even as his mother waved his birth certificate in their faces. (I just learned while making this post that he has now been released and reunited with his family, thank fucking god.) A hundred other horrors have happened that we don't even know about.

No one is coming to save us. We have to save us.

Please, please, please find a (peaceful!) protest this Saturday and attend if you are able. There are also protests planned for May 1. And, frankly, there should be protests every single day, but we have to build momentum and community for that. So let's start.

If you can’t attend a protest, please consider taking another form of action. I was depressed on the train this morning and brainstormed a very incomplete and unofficial list of Things You Can Do:

Print posters advertising the protests and put them up around your neighborhood, your school, your apartment mail room, public restrooms, anywhere.

Spread the word on social media, yes, but also text your family and friends and ask if they know about the 4/19 and 5/1 protests. This date is not getting the same publicity as 4/5 and people are reporting social media posts being suppressed. Direct communication is the most effective.

Call your representatives. The 5 Calls app makes it extremely easy, even if you have phone anxiety. If your reps, like mine, mostly have their voicemails shut down, email them instead. Resistbot makes it super simple. I know it feels like screaming into the void, but it does have an impact. And even if it turns out it doesn’t, it takes 2 minutes. Do it out of spite. Just do it.

Stop buying anything that’s not absolutely essential and start preparing yourself for a general strike. I don’t know that we will get enough of the population on board to do this, but it is our best hope, and each person that is prepared for it makes the reality of it happening a little more likely. If you can, aim to have food and supplies stocked for a few weeks. If you have the means, be extra prepared to help your neighbors. Talk to your friends about this. Start strategizing.

(Also, a note on that general strike website: I'm sharing it for info, but I know a lot of people don't want to sign their name to a strike card. I get it. You don't have to sign up for anything to get prepared for a strike. You don't have to sign up for anything to stop giving your money to this economy. You don't have to sign up for anything to strike, when the day comes. You don't even have to tell anyone. You can just do it.)

If you are financially able, donate to your local food pantry or mutual aid network. The Republican Regime is cutting funding to the food banks in advance of an economic crisis. We are only as strong as the most vulnerable among us. Help your neighbors! A general strike cannot happen without community solidarity. Start building that solidarity now.

Cancel any subscription you can. Especially Amazon. Fuck Amazon. And Target, and Walmart.

If you have to buy something, buy local. Support your community as much as possible. And hey, it's almost farmers market season, hell yeah!

Mask up!!! Do not throw disabled people under the bus in this movement. Wear a mask. It protects the most vulnerable among us, and it protects you. Not just from disease, but also facial recognition technology. And, you know, RFK Jr.

Stay alive. I am sure I’m not the only one who has plunged to new depths of despair over the past few months. Find something to cling to, even if it’s only spite (some days, that’s all I have). Please stay alive. We need you.

DO NOT GIVE INTO THE FEAR OF BEING CRINGE. Taking action in the face of fascism is cool as fuck and anyone who tells you otherwise is trapped in a prison of their own making and they will bring us all down. Do not get distracted by moral purity tests. Do not be afraid, do not be embarrassed. BE CRINGE, BE FREE.

And finally, most importantly, do not let perfect be the enemy of good. We can all only do the best we can under this oppressive capitalist hellscape we’re forced to endure. We're all struggling, we're all tired, we're all scared. Do not guilt yourself into despair and apathy if you have to buy groceries at a big box store or if you can't take off work for a protest because you'll lose your job/house/healthcare. This is the system. This is how it's designed. The important thing is to try. If you can't do one thing, find something else you can do. Little acts add up, and we are all in this together.* As my dad likes to remind me, no one can do everything, but everyone can do something.

Let's do something. <3

*yes I did start humming high school musical here

#ok climbing off my soap box now sorry #had some feelings today #us politics

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creating--memories · 3 months ago

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Doubling Back to You: A Pazzi Series

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Wc: 2.5k

Themes: au, troubled ex-WNBA!p, basketball coach!a

Authors note: hi loves. This is my first attempt at an au fic and I actually had a lot of fun writing it. I think it made me excited to write again. If y’all like it plz lmk and I love feedback so feel free to send. thanks for reading 💞 also should I make a tag list?

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5:30 am. Azzi was used to early mornings, but for some reason today, the sound of her alarm felt like a sharp knife splitting through her eardrums. She sighed as she fumbled around with her phone alarm frantically smacking the screen hoping to hit snooze. She groaned as she pushed her brushed linen comforter off of her and sat up in bed. Stewie, who had been sleeping peacefully beside her stirred lightly in the spot he nested in her bed.

“Why did I choose this profession, Stewie?” She pondered as she patted the small dog's head.

Her work at the university wasn’t exactly riveting, but it was stable. Something grounding in her life that often felt meaningless. Which is why she took up coaching basketball at Central High. The kids weren’t the nation’s top recruits, but damn they sure had heart. Azzi began coaching a few years ago, she had heard about the job from a family friend who worked at the school. Her resume was chock full of basketball accolades from her high school and college career, 20 years of her life neatly wrapped up into a one-page laminated piece of paper. She had told the recruiter about her desire to inspire local youth in their basketball dreams and to give back to her community, which was true, but was also a cover-up for her desperate grasp on the one constant in her life that had been slowly slipping away from her.

The job was supposed to be temporary, just a way to make money and occupy her time post-grad. She thought maybe she would move to New York, or LA, get into sports journalism or fashion, she always had an interest in that sort of stuff. But as the years passed by, she fell into a routine and those dreams faded away into the background of the mundanity of her life. She would work mornings in the admissions office at UMD and then spend her afternoon coaching girls’ high school basketball. It wasn’t the job of her dreams, but it had purpose, and it brought consistency, something Azzi had always tethered herself to.

The brunette sauntered over to her en suite bathroom, wincing slightly as she flipped on the recess lighting. She brushed her teeth and washed her face slowly, always waking up earlier than she had to so she could take her time with her morning routine.

She threw on a cropped long sleeve and an old pair of UMD sweatpants from her college days, tossing a matching zip-up hoodie in her bag, a more school appropriate outfit for later.

She quickly brewed herself a cup of coffee in her to-go tumbler, leaving room to add ice from the machine at work. Her freezer had broken about a month ago, and she had meant to call her landlord to get it fixed, but she had fallen into a habit of making her iced coffee at work and stealing ice from the teacher’s lounge on her way out, and her broken freezer got pushed to the end of incomplete tasks on her to-do list. for time’s sake, she dismissed her broken freezer qualms, and gave a quick kiss to Stewie's head, her coffee in hand, and whisked out of the door of her apartment.

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Paige sat idly in the Laguardia airport lounge, her Amy’s drive-thru veggie burger and fries barely touched on the table in front of her. She clicked the side of her phone on, checking the time.

11:31 AM

Her flight had started boarding 15 minutes ago, but she was still sitting in the lounge, thinking that maybe if she was the last person on the plane, she could put some distance between herself and the reality of what was waiting for her in Maryland.

She sighed softly as she shoved the remnants of her food back into the paper bag that laid on the table and checked her boarding pass once more before heading to her gate.

SEAT ASSIGNMENT: 27B

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me she muttered. With how quickly everything had happened since she’d gotten the call from CPS, notifying her that her cousin’s daughter had been taken from her custody and that Paige was the closest relative of age, she had booked a last-minute flight to DC, the only thing left basic economy, landing her in a middle seat. Taking care of a teenager wasn’t exactly on Paige’s list of list of New Year’s resolutions, for Christ's sake the last time she took care of a living thing was her ex’s cat, that she almost fed dog food, something (she didn’t realize was indeed lethal to cats) which she didn’t hear the end of for the rest of their relationship. Despite this, Paige couldn’t leave family, not when she was more than capable of providing (financially, at least) for her cousin’s daughter. And after all, it would probably only be a couple of weeks.

She settled into her middle seat, politely slipping between the older couple sharing her aisle. She opened up her phone to send a quick text to Charisse, the social worker handling her cousin's case: About to take off, be there by 3. And switched her phone into airplane mode.

Paige took a deep breath and started praying. Something to calm her usual flight anxiety mixed with the anticipation of her return to the DMV. Since she left the WNBA, she had made it a point to live the most predictable life she could. The uncertainty and expectations of her life in the league had hurt her in more ways than she could count, and when she left, she vowed she would never lose control of herself again. But for the first time in a long time, sitting on this plane waiting to take off, she felt the familiar feeling of fear brewing in her stomach. For the first time in a long time Paige Buecker’s didn’t know what was next.

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“Alright girls, one more set of sprints and you can get the hell out of here”

Azzi’s voice echoed through the gym, cutting through the sound of sneakers squeaking on the laminated wood, and the hip hop music blasting from her XL JBL speaker.

A corral of groans erupted from her team at her commands.

“Any more of that and I’ll add another set”

Begrudgingly her players began their laps across the gym.

Azzi wouldn’t call herself a tough love kind of coach, but she sure as hell pushed her kids. Just because they didn’t necessarily have as much funding as some of the prep schools in the area, and they weren’t being constantly scouted for AAU teams, she wanted her girls to reach their full potential, or at least as much as she could provide them.

After a while, Azzi decided she’d tortured them enough and she blew into the tin whistle between her lips and motioned for the girls to stop their running.

“Alright good work girls, now go upstairs and change, you all stink”

The players let out cheers of relief, and made their way to the locker room, each one pausing to high five Azzi as they ran up the stairs. As the last of the girls trickled out of the gym she made her way across the room to start picking up the practice jerseys her players had discarded into a pile. *Ugh you guys really do stink*, she laughed to herself as she began throwing them into the mesh bag she held. She had placed the last practice Jersey in the bag when she was startled by a low voice calling her name over the music still playing from her speaker.

“Excuse me, um, Coach. Fudd?”

Azzi turned around, coming face to face with a tall blonde woman, her hair slicked back into a low bun, a pair of black trousers and simple cross necklace shimmering and isolated against her crisp white tee.

Wait, she thought to herself.

“Holy shit, you’re Paige Bueckers” She blurted out.

Before her sudden and mysterious departure, Paige wasn’t just a great player, she was sensational. Paige was widely known both in the basketball and non-basketball world. And as someone involved in the sport, of course Azzi knew who she was. She had only played against her once, back in their AAU days, when they were still kids, but even then, she was amazed by Paige’s abilities. Azzi had followed her career all throughout UConn and then to the league, the wings, then the Valkyries, and last but not least, the liberty. She even still had a few of her #5 jerseys stored away somewhere in her closet. But just like everyone else, when Paige had mysteriously quit the WNBA and basically disappeared off of the face of the earth 3 years ago, she hadn’t heard about her whereabouts since. So now, seeing the blonde superstar standing in the dingy high school gym in the middle of her hometown, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit starstruck.

“Shit- I mean sorry, I don’t usually cuss this much. I mean, yes coach Fudd that’s me, but um you can call me Azzi, just coach Fudd to my players.” Azzi stumbled over her words, trying to do some damage control to the start of this awkward encounter.

Paige chuckled lightly. Usually, any mention of her previous career felt like a dagger in the chest, a painful reminder of one of the lowest points she had been at, as well as the disappointment of leaving the longest constant in her life behind. But something about the curly haired woman in front of her, in a UMD sweatsuit, holding a sweaty bag of yellow practice jerseys, she found endearing. It didn’t hurt that the woman standing in front of her was absolutely gorgeous, her brown eyes looking up and her and dimples peeking out of the curve of her smile.

“Nice to meet you Azzi, I’m Paige, but I guess you already knew that” she flashed a cheeky smile and extended her hand.

Azzi reached for the blonde’s extended hand and shook it nervously, hoping her hands weren’t too sweaty. She chuckled at the blonde, still ever as charming at 32 as she was at 16. She cursed herself for not putting in a little more effort into her appearance this morning.

“Um, what can I do for you Paige?”

“I just wanted to introduce myself, I’m Elena’s temporary guardian, she’s been having a tough time with all this, and basketball is one of the places she can forget about all of it you know”

Azzi had been notified about Elena’s change in guardianship, but she didn’t know the details of her situation, but she did notice that Elena had been pushing herself extra hard the past week, staying hours after practice, getting shots up, running plays by herself. Azzi never pried, just left the door of her office open while she practiced, a silent *I’m here if you need to talk*. She couldn’t fully relate to Elena’s situation, but she understood the feeling of pouring yourself into basketball when it felt like the rest of your life was falling apart.

“Yeah, she seems extra focused on basketball lately, I remember being that age, pushing yourself into basketball when life got too hard”

Paige’s face hardened for a moment, a reminder of a previous time in her life where basketball was her escape instead of her kryptonite. Even after three years of scrubbing anything basketball related from the soundtrack of her life, the reminder of her old passion opened a floodgate of memories, but imagining Azzi, as a teenager just like she was at one time, not giving a care about anything in the world but basketball, unexpectedly filled her with a sense of nostalgia.

“Yeah, I remember those days” she said quietly.

A slight awkwardness fell over the both of them, Azzi, just like the rest of the world was aware of Paige’s sudden departure from the WNBA, but didn’t know many of the details, but from their interaction it seemed like it was painful.

Paige began to turn towards the doors to leave, but before she could turn Azzi reached for her.

“Hey, any chance you would want to come watch practice tomorrow?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she wasn’t quite sure she said them. Maybe it was because she wanted her to get the opportunity be involved in Elena’s extra curricular, or maybe she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to hang out with her childhood idol (and crush for that matter), or maybe it was because as much as she could tell that Paige’s journey had been painful, she wouldn’t forgive herself if she didn’t at least try to show her there can still be joy in basketball.

“You know, for Elena” Azzi quickly added.

In any other circumstance, Paige would have immediately shut this down. Being involved with basketball was too painful, she swore she would never step foot on a court again, but since she already broke that promise, for Elena’s sake, and maybe her own, she finds herself saying yes.

“Yeah, I think I could make that work.”

“You know, for Elena” she adds teasingly.

Azzi’s smile immediately spread across her face. Her dimples even more prominent than they had been before. This will be good for Elena, she thought to herself. She didn’t mind the opportunity to see more of Paige either. It had been a while since anyone has gotten her all hot and bothered.

“Cool, well, see you tomorrow then.” Azzi said matter of factly.

“See you tomorrow, Azzi” responded the cheeky blonde, and turned on her heel out the door and to the parking lot.

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #paige buckets #paige x azzi #pazzi is real #pazzi fics #pazzi crumbs #pazzi fic #lesbian #sapphic

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intotheelliwoods · 5 months ago

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DID SOMEONE ASK FOR A 2AL/SU AU?

No??....

Too bad! I made one with friends! And you can read more lore here~

Under the cut is more lore for the 2AL boys specifically :)

Sprout and Big Leo were created on Earth! Though their kindergarden was incomplete before it was abandoned in the start of the war. Homeworld didnt think anything would come out of it, but surprise surprise something did- an entire batch of Larimar! Except they were all missing a right arm

Big Leo took on the role of leader of this batch, and joined the side of Earth. Big Leo and Sprout grew particularly close since they also had the same gem placements.

War kept happening, gems shattered around them until it was just Big Leo and Sprout left out of their small kindergarden batch. Then something from the sky, a light or a sound or, a song? Big Leo sacrificed himself and used himself as a shield to protect Sprout, gems corrupted all around including Big Leo, who corrupted in Sprouts arms.

Sprout was the last gem on earth for years and years, and made it his duty to poof and bubble the corrupted gems so they caused no further harm to the planet. He avoided capturing Big Leo though, too many feelings towards that one.

In spare time he carved the temple. Though while in show the temple was of obsidian, this temple is going to be of Avocado Toast, the fusion between himself and Big Leo to remember him well.

Then to his luck and surprise, there was a gem still cooking in his old kindergarden, Poptart! An overcooked larimar but another larimar none the less, from his kindergarden, with the same gem placement as himself and Big Leo. Suffice to say Sprout was super happy to have someone else on earth with him, especially a gem from his same kindergarden with same gem placement!

If you want further lore and story..? good question!

Anyways, I chose larimar since that gemstone in particular is a bit special to me. In addition, in show larimar "carves ice sculptures for the diamonds" but for these guys I decided to extend that to carving more than just ice. They can also carve rock, wood, ect, and act as a subcategory in architecture department! They can summon chisels, swords, and other sharp things from their gems for carving or yknow, poofing- fighting-

#2 arms left #rottmnt #tags!#dunno what to tag this!#but ig I can say this is where my brain has been the past week

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velarisdusk · 11 months ago

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Current Event: 1k Follower Celebration! Upcoming Event: N/A Schedule & In the Works! (as of 07/01/25)

all of the following are in the order that they were posted (series take precedence, then one shots), most recent at the top. sort by: word count | character | genre

hi!! i'm lyss, 22, from the US. i mostly write acotar reader inserts—usually smutty, often emotional, occasionally unhinged. soft spot for enemies to lovers, and a penchant for turning two-sentence requests into 20k-word fics with their own sets of lore. i write whatever my brain decides to plague my thoughts with for the week. always feel free to drop by my inbox to chat about my writing or literally anything else i love that shit lets talk requests are case-by-case. DMs are open. pls be normal (or fun weird) not weird weird

Something Like Truth — ongoing series Rhysand x Reader | Hurt/Comfort | 4,737 words

tags: modern au, therapist!rhysand, psychology undergrad!y/n, patient!y/n, depression, mental health, burnout, heavier topics as series progresses

Wings of Illyria — ongoing AU Azriel x Reader | Smut | 13,332 words

tags: personal favorite, band au, modern au, rhys cass and az are in your favorite band. gee, i wonder what i’ll write about y/n and az (not featured yet but I Have Ideas: feysand, nessian, elucien)

Velvet Whispers, Midnight Truths — incomplete series, temporarily shelved Azriel x Reader, Eris x Reader | Smut | 14,918 words

tags: y/n does who she wants when she wants

Breaking the Ice — complete series Multicharacter x Reader | Smut | 70,439

tags: hockey au, modern au, established relationship (with cassian), homie-hopping, infidelity, big argument

Where the Smoke Settled Eris x Reader | Smut | 8,132 words read here or on AO3

You live alone at the edge of the woods, content with your herbs and your quiet. Then you cross paths with Eris Vanserra in the forest—and something long-buried starts to stir.tags: hidden feelings, misunderstandings, 1k Celebration fic

Before the Thorns Tamlin x Reader | Fluff | 11,111 words read here or on AO3

You met Tamlin when you were five, and every summer after that was his. Years later, you return to Spring and find that he's grown into someone you almost recognize. Almost. But the way he smiles at you? That hasn't changed a bit. tags: friends to lovers, childhood friends, honestly just you and tam having a good time fr, 1k Celebration fic

Meant to Stand Cassian x Reader | Smut | 15,717 words read here or on AO3

Rhysand has one request: restore a half-collapsed cabin into something fit for veteran Illyrians. The catch? You'll be doing it with Cassian—and the two of you haven't truly spoken since that mission four years ago. tags: personal favorite, enemies to lovers, only one bed, 1k Celebration fic

This Tempest, Ours Rhysand x Reader | Smut | 11,712 words read here or on AO3

On a rare night alone in the House of Wind, the worst storm in decades strikes. It wouldn’t be a problem if they didn��t make you so uneasy. Luckily, the House isn’t as empty as you thought. tags: friends to lovers, comfort, consensual use of daemati, one bed trope but it’s a sleeping bag, 1k Celebration fic

Drunk on You Azriel x Reader | Smut | 11,237 words read here or on AO3

You and Azriel were just friends. Then came the dancing. The kiss. The night you stopped pretending. tags: personal favorite, friends to lovers, drunken clubbing with the IC (shenanigans ensue), 1k Celebration fic

A Study in Power Lucien x Reader | Smut | 3,503 words read here or on AO3

You're in the Spring Court, playing the dutiful emissary while navigating its fractured politics. But when your mentor's gaze lingers too long, when his touch strays past propriety, resisting him becomes a far more dangerous game. tags: forbidden romance, power dynamics, lucien is HOT (duh), 1k Celebration fic

Signed, Sealed, Unspoken Rhysand x Reader | Smut | 21,478 words read here or on AO3

Following a long and brutal war, the Dusk Court has finally reclaimed the lands seized by the Night Court generations ago. Yet its new capital, Velaris, remains tangled in the Night Court's intricate trade agreements. Now, negotiations are underway. tags: personal favorite, enemies to lovers, letter-writing, 1k Celebration fic

Ashes Beneath the Sky Azriel x Reader | Hurt / Comfort | 4,783 words read here or on AO3

Rhysand and Feyre call for a mission to ambush the Autumn Court's reinforcements, a dangerous strike in the midst of war. Despite Azriel's insistence that you stay behind, you can't resist sneaking along. tags: enemies to lovers, miscommunications/misunderstandings, big argument, 1k Celebration fic

Something Precious Azriel x Reader | Fluff | 2,095 words read here or on AO3

Azriel has always been steady, unwavering—but the way you look at him makes something shift. Small moments, fleeting words, a tension neither of you acknowledge… until it’s impossible for him to ignore. tags: established relationship, y/n has crippling insecurity

No Room for Error Azriel x Reader | Smut | 1,490 words read here or on AO3

Your heated argument with Azriel during a mission turns into an unexpected, yet not first-time, encounter in a broom closet. tags: azriel + y/n mission, enemies (no lovers but...)

The Hand That Holds Azriel x Reader | Smut | 4,938 words read here or on AO3

You and Azriel visit a bakery in Velaris, but tension rises when your ex-boyfriend tries to provoke him. tags: established relationship, y/n's ex is a jackass, azriel is Not

Cursed Flame Eris x Reader | Smut | 8,008 words read here or on AO3

When Eris Vanserra, heir to the Autumn Court, stumbles into a healer's shop under a mysterious curse, it sets off a chain of events neither could have anticipated. As the skilled healer works to unravel the dark magic threatening his life, tension and attraction crackle between them. tags: healer!y/n, arrogant eris (so just eris)

Shadows at Twilight Nesta & Azriel | Angst | 2,275 words read here or on AO3

Azriel and Nesta's Thursday night smoke sessions become a lifeline. As tensions rise, the fragile balance they've been trying to maintain begins to falter. tags: personal favorite, modern au, stoners!nesta+azriel, anotherdrug!nesta, big argument, not reader-insert, not slash

Beneath the Vines Lucien x Reader | Smut | 6,717 words read here or on AO3

Seeking refuge from court politics in a secluded part of the forest, Lucien meets a female from the Summer Court searching for a hidden spring. He offers to guide her, but their journey takes an unexpected turn when he comes into contact with a mysterious pollen... tags: sex pollen, outdoor sex, gentle (but frenzied make no mistake)

Night Watch Azriel x Reader | Fluff | 384 words read here or on AO3

Your baby is crying in the middle of the night (as they tend to do), but with Azriel, there's no need to stress. tags: az cares for your baby in the night (pls refer to this post i beg you)

Moonlit Waltz Rhysand x Reader | Fluff | 418 words read here or on AO3

Amidst the festivities of the city, you and Rhysand share a quiet dance in the moonlight, surrounded by the magic of the night and the warmth of each other’s gaze. tags: dancing with the stars but the star is rhys and also it's not a show you're just dancing with rhys

Held by a Whisper Tamlin x Reader | Angst | 942 words read here or on AO3

In his final moments, Tamlin grapples with pain and regret as you desperately try to save him. He faces the inevitable with a heart full of unspoken words. tags: personal favorite, war (kinda sucks, death (this sucks too), too little too late yall

Rushing or Dragging Azriel | Angst | 300 words read here or on AO3

Consumed by self-doubt, a driven Azriel pushes himself to the brink in a relentless pursuit of perfection, trapped in an endless cycle of practice and pain. tags: not reader-insert, inspired by whiplash (2014), just seemed like the self-destructive shit az would do tbh

Current Event: 1k Follower Celebration! Upcoming Event: N/A

Completed Events: Kinktober 2024 SJM x Reader Week 2025!

#acotar masterlist #acotar fics #acotar fanfics #masterlist

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animeyanderelover · 1 year ago

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Anon: Soulmate AU headcanons for Akashi, Murasakibara, Aomine, Satoru Gojo, Illumi, Draco Malfoy and Inumaki Toge. I don’t have anything specific in mind besides probably a couple of details: can I ask it to be 1)meeting his soulmate for the first time for Gojo(maybe there was a prophecy when he was born) and Illumi, and 2)finding out that their s/o is the soulmate for KnB boys after they started courting them? Will they use this fact as an excuse for their actions or they can finally become less anxious and paranoid, because they “own” their darlings by fate?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive relationship, toxic relationship, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, blackmailing, guilt-tripping, isolation, abduction, paranoia, threats, violence

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @lovley-valentine7

Soulmate AU

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎A newborn baby crying, the pause of the nurse holding him as she held him before her eyes glazed over, her Nen suddenly spiking up before she spoke with a voice that didn't belong to her, declaring the boy to be incomplete for his other half, his soulmate, is not with him. A prophecy that has been following Illumi's life since he could comprehend words. It is the first story that was ever told to him, his first memory he could ever recall in full detail. The notion of a soulmate has always confused him and since he is one of the few individuals born with it, no one from his family could help him as neither one of them was born with one. He has never understood it. Is he incomplete? Is his current condition the feeling of imperfection? How will he even find his soulmate? How will he know that they are the one? What will it feel like? So many questions yet so little answers, the phenomenon of soulmates bound together by fate a rare instance that no one could give him throughout his youth any useful information.

🤎Time flies, Illumi becomes an adult and infamous assassin yet he still remains without his destined soulmate. Though his expressionless face may not give it away, this bothers him deep down. Whilst he still doesn't know what it will feel like when he finally meets them, he only knows that there is someone out there who belongs to him and who isn't by his side. His soulmate isn't with him even if destiny has molded him and them to be made for each other. When he has free time he likes to spend it searching for hints to find a person who was also claimed to be born with a soulmate as soon as they left their mother's womb. His real attachment is limited though as it is simply the possessive courtesy of it all that pushes him to go on. Still unaware with the feelings he is about to experience, Illumi considers to take his soulmate simply as if they were an object specifically designed for him. There will be nothing wrong with it either as his soulmate is his and for that he can do what he wants to do with them.

🤎People screaming, guns being fired, needles embedding themselves into the skull of the shooters, bodies dropping, fighting and killing. All of it is background noise to Illumi on another mission. No survivors are to be left. Black eyes dart around the room, counting all of the people attempting to flee before they are also stopped by his needles. Then his eyes land on you, the long and cold needle already in the palm of his hand. All he has to do is throw it and watch your lifeless body dropping to the ground. He has done it already hundreds of times before. His body doesn't move though. It is like every muscle in his body has turned to ice, the world suddenly narrowing down until only you and him seem to exist, even if only for a few moments. You remain leaning against the wall as he strides closer to you, walking through the bodies littering the ground all whilst black and captivating eyes do not pull away from you. The silence is thick as soon as he stops, his body only inches away from you all whilst his eyes seemingly try to glimpse into your very soul.

🤎Cold hands suddenly grab your face, guiding your head so that your gaze is focused on him. His hands are cold and rough as if not knowing how to touch someone gently yet even if you feel the cold dread sending shivers down your spine, you find yourself unable to break eye contact with him. The man in front of you is still not saying anything, the silence thick and awkward yet you are too overwhelmed to speak up yourself. Until he finally seems to take pity on you and states bluntly that you must be his soulmate, a discovery he seems to tell himself more than you. Upon hearing those words you feel dull shock zapping through your veins. Really? This is your soulmate? You don't know how to react to the news but you don't need to think for too long either. Illumi simply knocks you out, your world submerging into darkness as he catches you whilst your legs lose their strength. He instantly returns to the Zoldyck mansion and gathers all possible information about you that he can get his hands on. As soon as you wake up, he'll already be waiting for you to explain your new situation to you. You'll stay with him. You belong to him after all and now that he has found you, he won't let you get away.

Aomine Daiki

💙Aomine gets to know you through Momoi as the pink-haired girl has befriended you outside of school and insists on you getting to know her childhood friend. You've heard of Aomine before as he is rather famous due to his aptitude in basketball. You won't lie, he has always appeared as a rather intimidating individual on TV but Momoi assures you that he has a good heart under that rough shell. She has to drag his lazy ass to the meeting as he is initially quite unmotivated to come and simply tags along because he knows that Momoi wouldn't give him any peace otherwise. That bored attitude of his disappears the moment he catches a glimpse of you though. Almost immediately he seems to be starstruck and he is so thoroughly unprepared for it that he nearly trips when you turn around and look at him. It's only thanks to his reflexes that he saves himself a big embarrassment on that day. Overwhelmed with the way his heart suddenly goes crazy inside of his chest though, the normally intimidating man turns rather flustered on that day but still manages to pay attention to your every word.

💙The tables turn from that day on as he is suddenly the one bothering Momoi. He wants your number, your address and if he can't reach you Daiki turns to his friend and asks her if she can try so that he can meet you again. The fact that you attend a different high school than he does is messing with his mind daily. He's simmering with frustrated irritation that has caused his temper to worsen dangerously and on some day he skipped school completely only to turn up in your school. You're always slightly scared but you can't deny that a part of you has longed secretly for him as well. You only wish that he would be less aggressive whenever he sees you interacting with other classmates or being more touchy and friendly with your friends. It's not a secret that he wants you for himself, he has bluntly told you that much one time, promising you that he'd make you his. His words left you stunned yet you couldn't help the feeling of your heart pounding against your chest after his vow, a strange excitement rushing through your veins.

💙You do not rush things though as you make it wordlessly clear to Aomine that you aren't that easy. You still have your own pride after all. As frustrating as that is for him at times, he'd be damned to back away from your silent challenge. Fine by him. He'll show you that he's going to fight for you. It is no surprise for Momoi when Daiki approaches her and asks her for advice on how to court you properly. She has been watching the development of you two for a while now after all and she is all too eager to help him. For a while things work out just fine as Aomine courts you like you wanted him to court you and in return you stay away from any other romantic involvement. It's during a date that things take a more dramatic turn. You felt particularly bold on that day and initiated the first kiss. The moment your lips touch his though, your mind is suddenly spammed with memories and emotions that do not belong to you. It's too much at once and frightens you. You pull away and stumble back in shock, your vision blurred as you try to comprehend what just happened.

💙You don't get far away though as Aomine suddenly grabs you by your arms and yanks you back to him, instantly pulling you back into a rough and hungry kiss. This time there are no memories at least but your mind is still trying to recover from what you just saw all whilst your oxygen is cut off by Daiki who seemingly tries to devour you through the kiss. Only when you hit his biceps urgently does he finally pull away, giving you some time to gasp for air before he presses you against his body and keeps you there, wrapped in his arms whilst murmuring in a rumbling voice that you really are his. You are his soulmate. After that realisation settles in, Daiki sees no reason to not make your relationship official. Both of you were born for each other after all. His irritation if someone should every try to make a move on you will only increase as you belong to him in ways their shitty minds could never comprehend and he's more prone to use violence which is why you always have to stop him before he breaks someone's jaw.

Murasakibara Atsushi

🍭Born a normal and healthy baby, things took a unique turn when Atsushi was only a few months old. A peculiar birthmark appeared right above his pelvis in the shape of a bonbon. Its shape has always been unique and nowadays Murasakibara wonders if perhaps it is this strange mark that has made him crave sweets so much the older he grew. He may have displayed some mild interest in this birthmark of his when he was younger but as he grew older, he kind of starts to forget about its existence. After all it is just there on his body without posing any risk to his health like his parents initially fretted it to be when it just randomly appeared overnight. He doesn't really care when other people notice it either when he changes and address it to him as he treats it nonchalantly. It is strangely enough in college that for the first time he feels something going on with the birthmark. The spot starts getting hot, especially when he passes a convenience store. It isn't painful though, just noticable for him so Atsushi brushes it off. The only reason he visits the convenience store is to buy sweets and ice cream. Well, and to see you since you work part-time in there.

🍭You're pretty cute, he'll admit that much. Normally Atsushi takes longer to warm up to people around him but one flustered grin from you the first time he visited the store was all it took for his heart to beat out of his chest. The both of you seem to instantly connect with each other and the relief he feels when you tell him that you actually attend the same college as him is unspeakable, though you two have different subjects. From that day on you have this giant of a man following you around everywhere on campus but you truly don't mind as you have also struggled a bit to make new connections in the college. You always bring him snacks and sweets you could get for a discount in the store you work in since you know how much he adores such things and he always wants you to feed him the food, pretending to be too lazy to open the packages and eat them himself when in reality he just wants you to give him the attention and affection. His birthmark is noticably warm whenever he is around you, his hand sometimes subconsciously placing itself over the spot.

🍭It is during a hot summerday that he sees it. A strong breeze sweeps through the hot streets and you stretch out your arms, relishing in the cooling wind as the weat is gathering on your temples. Your shirt is lifted up enough to show off a sliver of your skin and Atsushi's eyes are instantly drawn to it, lazily observing it before his gaze is glued to a spot right above your pelvis. You let out a startled shriek when large hands suddenly grab your waist and hold you still and you start struggling when one of his hands lifts up your shirt before tugging your pants down a bit. As soon as his fingers brush over the bonbon-shaped mark, he feels a zap of heat going straight to his own mark all whilst feeling the own drum of heat gathering on the spot on your skin. You let out a gasp when you feel it before you somehow manage to push yourself away, stumbling back before catching your balance. One of your hands clasps your birthmark before glancing at him with confused fright. As a response Atsushi wordlessly lifts his own shirt, showing off the identical mark that he has on his skin.

🍭In hindsight it now makes all sense. The birthmark was a soulmate mark all along and appeared on the day you were born. Perhaps it's because the notion of soulmates used to be always somewhat ridiculous to him that Murasakibara never considered the mark on his body to be an indication that he had one himself. Even the instant attraction he felt upon seeing you for the first time now makes sense and through heated cheeks you admit that you felt a similar pull to him when you spotted him for the first time. The only difference seems to be that you ask for more time to come to term with the changed situation whilst Atsushi is instantly willing to skip a few steps and start a relationship. Your hesitation confuses him. You admitted to feeling the same as he does and in all of the fairy tales regarding soulmates both people almost always end up falling in love with each other and getting together instantly. Why do you want to do it differently? Both of you are going to be together anyways so you two might as well start now.

Akashi Seijuro

🏆Shy glances thrown in his direction, hesitating eyes always glued to his back as soon as he lets you believe that he is not looking your way all whilst being very aware of the way your eyes keep on being drawn to him. From the very first day you found out who he is, Seijuro has taken notice of your frightened curiosity in regards to him. You've never talked to him nor approached him yet he knows that you keep on looking at him only to quickly glance away as soon as his gaze meets yours. You are not the first person who has admired him like this, from a safe distance but it is the first time Akashi has found himself equally as invested. There is just something about you that demands his attention even with the writting of the first sentence his soulmate will say to him tattoed on his abdomen ever since he emerged from the womb of his mother. It's utter nonsense what is written on there, a sentence which makes absolutely no sense as if the person chose random nouns and verbs and tried to construct a sentence out of it. He has often wondered in what state of mind his soulmate must be in when conjuring up these words to him.

🏆Recognising that you seem to be satisfied watching him idly from the distance, Akashi decides to make the first move and approach you. He waits though until he knows that you are alone before he suddenly emerges, introducing himself once more to you now that all of your attention is on him. The moment those words leave his lips and he stands in front of you, you freeze like a deer caught in the headlight. Your eyes widen and you stare at him in shock and surprise. His eyebrows furrow a tad bit when he sees your peculiar reaction but just as he is about to ask you what is wrong you bow wordlessly before fleeing the scene, leaving him standing there stunned. Soon Akashi learns that this seems to be a common thing you love to do as soon as you spot him. The moment you spot him you turn the opposite direction as if both of you are like poles of a magnet who repel each other. Another thing he notices is that you never talk to him directly. You either shake or nod your head or talk to one of your friends whilst answering his question without speaking to him. It's an insult and low-key disrespectful, only adding to his growing frustration.

🏆He feels his darker self slowly emerging as you keep on avoiding him, scheming and wondering if he should perhaps resort to other methods which would get him to his goal even if it means blackmailing you. One last chance. He decides to give you one last chance by using the school principal and convince him to tell you to visit the office later. The moment you are inside and are slightly confused when finding no one inside, he also steps into the room and locks the door up. His gaze is sharp, a contrast to his deceivingly soothing words as he assures you that he just wants to talk with you. Your eyes dart nervously around as you look in that moment more like a cornered animal than anything. You grit your teeth as he demands in a soft tone that you talk to him as Seijuro can almost see the way the gears turn in your head before you ball your hands into fist and open your mouth, spitting out whatever random words your mind produces in that moment. Deadly silence befalls the room and when you dare to hesitantly open your eyes and glance at his face, you nearly scramble away as you see his pupils quivering whilst he stares at you with gleaming eyes.

🏆He doesn't say anything, instead his fingers unbutton his uniform. You ask him frightened what he is doing before he reveals his abdomen to you, your eyes landing on the writing etched onto his skin. You are in utter disbelief that the jumble of words you just spat out is actually engraved on his skin. His voice slices through the room as he demands you to show him your own writing, leaving no room for objection. You hesitantly tug down your own uniform to show him the tattoo on your collarbone and he clenches his jaw the moment he sees his own name engraved on it, recalling instantly that this was the first thing he ever said to you. You knew. Even before both of you had spoken a word to each other you had already known about him being your soulmate. Why did you never tell him? He doesn't allow you to leave the room until you have told him everything, anger and disappointment tightly woven into each other. You find yourself unable to lie anymore and just admit to him that his status as well as the rumors you heard of him intimidated you. He can only let out a dry chuckle as he grasps your hands and presses a kiss against your knuckles. Now, who filled your head with such nonsense?

Inumaki Toge

🗣️There has always been a voice inside his head, an internal voice that organised his thoughts and held his inner monologues. He's been told that a lot of people have such an internal voice yet he has always wondered if his internal voice is supposed to be one that doesn't belong to him. He has never heard the voice inside of his head before yet it is still there and always holds his inner monologues and thoughts for him. Toge knows this voice in his head better than he knows what his own voice sounds like as he rarely speaks and if he does, he does so in only short words by using ingredients to not endanger anyone with his abilities. At one point he decides that perhaps the voice really is just a product of his own mind or he did actually meet someone with that voice before but simply forgot whilst his mind somehow still remembers. As he grows older, the voice inside his head also matures and he wonders if that is simply because his mind is trying to tell him that he has also matured.

🗣️Then one day he hears the voice in his head. Only that this time it isn't confined to only his own mind. No, his ears pick up the soud of a voice that he is more familiar with than with the sound of his own mind. A sudden urge to turn around overcomes him and as if he were possessed he acts on this urge as he suddenly walks through the streets, desperately trying to find the source of the voice. Then he spots the source of the voice and his body instantly stops. Only a few feet away from him are you, on your phone as you busily discuss something with someone without even noticing his presence. A weird warmth washes over him as he hears you talking energetically whilst you walk through the street and without noticing it, Inumaki starts following you. He loses any feeling of time as he slowly walks behind you, his eyes never leaving your back. Apparently you notice him at one point though as you suddenly turn around, your eyes narrowing as you spot him. That's when he suddenly seems to regain his senses and leave his trance as he bows sheepishly before turning around and leaving.

🗣️The voice is gone from that day on. There is no familiar sound inside of his head anymore and the emptiness almost overhwelms him. He blasts music into his ears all in an attempt to blend out the silence that rings louder than anything else he has ever perceived and he finds himself missing the sound of a voice, a voice that has belonged all of his life to you. Toge knows that he has to see you again, knows that he somehow needs to find a way to discuss with you what is going on. If he has been hearing your voice inside of his head for his entire life, do you perhaps still experience hearing his voice inside of your head? He stopped hearing his internal voice when he heard the real source of it but you haven't heard his voice. Does that mean that you still can hear him inside of your mind? He spends days wandering through Tokyo in desperate attempts to find you yet finding the infamous needle in the haystack would have been an easier task than finding you between millions of people. A lump of anxiety and stress rests in his gut as he feels himself growing quite anxious. Until he finds you one day in the same spot where he found you first. It's almost as if you have been waiting for him...

🗣️He leads you to a more isolated place where the both of you can enjoy more privacy before he tentatively speaks in the only language he can use to not activate his abilities. Your face morphs into confused shock when you hear him suddenly saying the name of an ingredient but above all it is the sheer familiarity in his voice that completely catches you by surprise. Once again your eyes narrow as you observe him and the hint of apprehension and distrust in your gaze almost breaks his heart. He does not want you to look at him like this. You ask him who he is and Inumaki knows that he has a lot of explaining to do, especially since you are a non-sorcerer. He tries to be gentle and careful as he slowly introduces you to a world you did not know of prior to meeting him as well as the concept of soulmates that is more commonly known amongst people who are able to control and use cursed energy than normal humans like you. He finds himself longing for the sound of your voice since he's been listening to it since his youngest days and tries to communicate more with you as well since you probably feel the same.

Gojo Satoru

🩵Gojo Satoru has always been the special one. From the moment he was first born into the world, he was gifted with power that would be feared by everybody. Perhaps it is because fate already knew of the lonely future he would be burdened with as the strongest sorcerer of his time that he was given a soulmate. A prophecy that befell the eldest of the Gojo clan who proclaimed that his soulmate would be the only one who Gojo would be able to truly see and that his soulmate would likewise be the only one who would be able to truly perceive him. The prophecy was strictly kept as a secret though, even from Satoru as no one knew what would happen if information would leak outside. From his youngest days on countless people tried to murder him, to restore the balance of the sorcerer world that had been thrown out of bounds the moment he had been born. Only when Satoru was deemed to be old enough did the clan decide to tell him the truth of the prophecy that had appeared when he was born and he was warned to strictly keep it a secret as he was reminded that other people were just waiting for a weakness they could use against him.

🩵Satoru, who had already been disillusioned from any innocence from a very young age on, complied surprisingly enough with the wishes of his clan. He knew best after all how many people wanted him dead and to what lengths they were willing to go to murder him. They wouldn't bat their eyelashes to spare an innocent person or even non-sorcerers. He sometimes wonders what it would be like to meet his soulmate and what the prophecy meant by proclaiming that his soulmate would be the only person he would be able to truly see. Another part of him hoped that he would never find you as he grew older and experienced the true loneliness that came with being Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer and tool of his world. Perhaps he'd never meet you in the first place and as much loneliness that thought brought him sometimes, even more than he already felt deep down, he tried to come to terms with that thought. It would be best for his life as well as your life if the both of you would never meet.

🩵A gasp of air is heard behind him as someone collides with his body, bags carrying groceries drop to the ground as he feels smaller arms wrapping themselves around his waist so that that the person doesn't lose their balance. Such a simple touch yet his whole body reacts. A warmth he has never felt before prickles his skin as he can perceive his own heartbeat speeding up as waves of feelings pulse through his body. He turns around, removing the sunglasses he is wearing as his eyes land on you who is still clinging to his torso before your gaze also moves up and you instantly let go. You apologise, embarrassed and sheepish as you bow over and over again all whilst Satoru looks at you in disbelief. He sees you. Not his Six Eyes. His actual human eyes see you. And you touched him. You broke through his Infinity as if it was nothing and touched him, stumbled against him and now panic whilst apologising over and over again, unaware of who he is. It's like he experiences a tunnel vision as he blurs everything out, only perceiving you with basic human senses as he experiences something that is incredibly hard to explain with words.

🩵It's only when he feels your hand grasping his shoulder and shaking him carefully that he is suddenly brought back to the real world. You look worried at him and when you ask him why he is crying, Satoru suddenly realises the wetness dripping down his cheeks. He's crying. Whatever it was he just experienced, it was enough to bring him to tears. You offer him a tissue to wipe his tears away before you gather your bags that fell on the ground again, not minding your surroundings. But Satoru does. Suddenly the noises and the liveliness of the city is anxiety-inducing. Blue eyes dart back and forth, trying to perceive anyone or anything that could pose a threat to you whilst you innocently collect your bags, oblivious to the inner turmoil he experiences. It is only when you stand up again and awkwardly bid him your goodbye that his hand reaches out and wraps carefully around your wrist, forcing you to stop and turn around to look at him again. You want to say something but one glance into those bright blue orbs punches all air out of your lungs, too many emotions staring back at you all at once.

Draco Malfoy

You've always despised Malfoy from the very first year of Hogwarts. Slytherin students have already a reputation for being arrogant and evil but he has always been an especially big pain in the arse. His family is pure-blooded and rich and he embodies everything you loathe about the ideologies of some wizards and witches in this world. You're in a different house than him and you are immensely proud of that yet share a lot of classes with Draco and are constantly submitted to his condescending remarks and his pathetic tries to get your attention. No matter what you do, he always seems to just wait for the next chance to embarrass and provoke you, especially once you befriend Harry and his circle of friends. He scoffs at you, jokes within earshot of you how fitting it is for you as a loser to join the group of weaklings. Ron and Hermione had to stop Harry and you more than once from throwing spells with him and his friends, Hermione always reminding you that this is exactly what Malyfoy wants.

You think he just hates you but that could not be further away from the truth. In fact Malfoy actually is utterly infatuated with you but is clueless and overwhelmed with those feelings. He wants you to love him yet you can't stand him and instead have chosen Potter and the mudbloods over him. Why? What do these people have that he doesn't? Insulted and hurt with his feelings he started to spite you to release some of the bitterness he feels due to your decision but mainly because deep down he is just desperate for your attention. Worst of all is that throughout the years you learn to control yourself better. Instead of hating on him you now just glance at him as if he was a slimy worm under the heel of your shoes and it drives him mad when you observe him with such a cold gaze. How dare you... How dare you to look at him as if he were no better than an insect?! Do you even know what his family is capable of?! The more indifferent you treat him, the more extreme his attempts to get your attention get. Look at him! Just look at him for once with all of your undivided attention!!

Then he goes too far when he targets your friends. The very same day he receives a note from you where you challenge him to a duel, furious and fed up with his attitude. Your anger is only fueled when he brings Crabbe and Goyle with him. You lash out, call him a wimp and a coward before he hisses at you to shut up. Please...he just wants to talk with you. He knows that this is a rare chance, to have you all alone like this so he uses it to do the unlikely. He confesses to you. He admits to you how he has been feeling for all those years, insults you by openly telling you how he feels about the friends you chose over him. You're dumbfounded by the end of his rant, your mind utterly stunned for a moment before your face twists into a disgusted sneer that Draco feels to the marrow of his bones. You opt to just leave instead without even saying anything, only angering the desperate boy even more as he grabs you, his skin touching yours. A sharp and burning pain suddenly cuts through your wrist and Malfoy feels the same as he stumbles back and lets out a string of curses, clutching his wrist before his eyes widen as he looks at your name being etched onto it whilst you stare at his name being etched onto yours.

You threaten him on that night with your wand pressed against his temple to not tell a single soul about this. The very next day as you walk into the hall for breakfast you are instantly flooded by other students from all houses, one of them tugging the sleeves away from your wrist to reveal his name written on it. Some are shocked, others jealous and you receive a punishment later that day for chasing after Draco and firing spells at him. You're enraged beyond words. Of course he'd run his pathetic mouth to state to everyone that you are his simply to feel like he has any sort of control over you. You avoid him like the pest from that day on and as a result he only gets more unbearable. Some of your friends approach him and tell him that just because you two are soulmates you do not belong to him and he flips out and hisses at them that they don't know anything. You are his. If at all, they should stop acting like you belong to them. Eventually you find yourself with a letter in your hand, the name Lucius Malfoy telling you all you need to know even before opening it and reading the content where you are 'friendly' invited to visit them during the holidays.

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