#the only ending where he's not being cringe is the one where he straight up is not in the scene

[yappacadaver]

i need his cringe ass so fucking bad

[pseudowho]

okay here’s me getting all cocky and confident because you answered my ask once (ily for that seriously i think i screamed and fainted and sobbed and climbed up the walls a little) and once again asking you for….. for crumbs………. so my horny self was sitting and thinking…………… nanami sees you reading absolute filth and porn and you end up in biig trouble.. (i.e him doing that exact thing to you 😭) or perhaps you going up to nanami after reading absolute filth and being all needy with him bcs that straight porn made you a liittle…….. yk… 🌚🌚🌚

anyways i literally love you and ur my favorite writer ever and im gonna stop now before i burst

SMUT [smuht] (noun)

In which Nanami Kento catches you reading dirty literature...and punishes you with a performative reading.

Warnings: The anon who keeps targeting me like this needs a warning label...but otherwise: roleplay, erotic literature (*laughs and laughs in Tumblr*) being read to you while you're systematically destroyed, performative Bad!Nanami, Kento fucks you wearing a mask and leather gloves, Pleasure Dom!Kento who gets lost in the sauce, reader way out of her depth, bondage, the usual spicy goodness, couple of cheeky movie references

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The one she knew only as the Man in the Mask swept over to her, delighting in her capture, having evaded him for so long.

"Ahhh..." he sighed, his breath sweeping over the swell of her breasts, and sending shivers down her spine. "Finally...the little mouse who has wreaked havoc on my dreams for too many lonely nights. How does it feel? To be trapped here with me like this?"

Her heart stalled in her chest, and she gasped, his grazing touch to her belly leaving embers in its wake. The Man in the Mask saw her nipples pebble beneath her shirt, and felt something snap inside him as he loomed over her with a whisper; "I know. I feel it too."

With little warning, he lowered his barely covered mouth to her neck, hungry against her, and--

The door opened, and you leapt out of your skin, dropping your phone to the floor. You sat bolt upright in bed, your other hand coming up guiltily from beneath the covers as Kento leaned into the bedroom to greet you. You interrupted him.

"You're home early," you said, offering an unconvincing smile. Kento looked at you, flatly. He let the statement hang for a moment. His shrewd eyes flicked, taking in the glossy subtleties he saw from you only in foreplay.

"...well I thought you'd be pleased, but I'll just go back then shall I--"

You hesitated, words caught in your throat. Your eyes flickered to your phone. So did Kento's. His eyes narrowed.

"...what are you read--"

"Nothing! It's nothing." You lied, unconvincing. You both hesitated for a moment more, before Kento darted. You cursed at him for being faster than you, and Kento's fingers closed around your phone, sitting beside you on the bed in one swift movement. You smothered a pillow over your face, screaming silently, wanting the duvet to grow great maws and swallow you whole.

Kento read silently for a moment, scrolling, before reading aloud; "...she didn't want to fight anymore, as his fingers slid between her puffy lips...goodness me...his cock strained against the fabric of his clothes, begging for attention...I bet it did..."

You had begun to crawl away down the bed, just a maggot, unworthy of the sun and all its glories.

You felt a hand clasp around your ankle, and you squeaked as Kento dragged you back up the bed, without even taking his eyes off your phone.

"I don't think so, where are you going--"

"--oh god Kento just give me something for the cringe and let me die--"

"--no no no I'm blessed to be a part of my wife's interests--"

"--I am less than human, we need a divorce, I can't look you in the eye ever again--"

Kento scoffed, dark and derisive. "As if I'd let you divorce me. As if you'd even want to...now, where did I put that..."

Kento stood, still holding your phone as he rummaged in his dresser. You laid flat to the bed, trying to wiggle away again, still embarrassingly wet, your mortification laced with undeniable arousal.

"Stay exactly where you are, or I'll damn well make you."

You stopped. You looked up at Kento, unusually meek, as he approached you. He stood by the bed, looming and powerful, a god made flesh. He unbuttoned his shirt to the navel, not bothering to remove his harness. He undid his belt with a clink-clink. He let his tie hang loose...and pulled a black balaclava down to beneath his collar. He finished off with a pair of soft, black leather gloves.

Something imploded inside you; a dial-up noise in your mind. Kento prowled over to you, looming over you and chasing you up the bed, caging you beneath him, and reading through the smut on your phone screen.

"Be honest," Kento read aloud, his honey-brown eyes swirling with something altogether darker and more dangerous, "if you'd wanted to escape me...you could have."

You panted, breathless, your pupils blown into inky black as you lay splayed beneath Kento. You couldn't help but be captivated, lost in his insidious pull. You felt your heartbeat between your legs.

"Did you stay because you dream of me, too?" Kento intoned. You bit the poisoned apple, trembling as you nodded up at him. "Did you stay...because you wondered if hatred was as erotic a passion as love?"

"--Kento, I-- let me go, I--"

"That's the spirit." Laughed Kento, his voice booming through you, the vibrations crackling across every nerve, and you whimpered. Kento grasped your hands together with his own, gloved and powerful, pinning them above your head with the whole weight of his body. He pulled his tie loose with the hand holding your phone.

"I can't let you leave...not now. Fuck...you have no idea what you do to me, do you?" Kento growled. Being the villain seemed so effortless to him. Your safe word had never been further from your mind, your attempts to leave so paltry and insincere. The way Kento looked down at you, waiting to see if you would make him stop, sent shivers down your spine. Kento released his tie, eyes skimming across your phone for confirmation.

"I'd apologise, for trapping you here like this..." Kento intoned, tying your bound wrists to the head of the bed as you squirmed, crying out in anguish, "...but I'll show you...how you've craved my touch, just as I have craved yours." You strained against the bonds, in just the silky chemise you wore for bed, and it didn't take much for your breasts to fall free of the fine little straps.

In truth, Kento had never been harder in his life. Seeing you battle against primal desire beneath him, feeling your half-hearted embarrassed squirms brushing your bare mound against his aching, thick cock...and your nipples, hard as diamonds and covered by a thin veneer of lace. His breaths were heavy, chest heaving as he continued his performative reading.

"Just one taste, and we can return to how it was before." Kento groaned, his mouth suckling at your neck, licking, tasting, biting. You cringed against the assault on your senses, afraid to lose yourself to such diabolical pleasure. Kento pinned your bucking hips down with his own, the tip of his cock trapped beneath his waistband against his belly. "Just once...and we can rest easy at night, knowing how it feels for me to spend myself inside you."

You keened, mewling as Kento rested the phone on the pillow beside your head, and took your nipple into his mouth, ragging it around beneath his tongue with a fractured growl. Your head spun with the weight of him, totally captured, so wildly out of control. The suckling pleasure he gave to your nipples, connected in a fine thread to your clit, making it pulse with vicarious bliss.

"I can't...can't take it anymore...Ken--" You moaned, squeaking as his teeth closed in barely hinged warning around your breast.

"Unless it's to tell me to fuck you, I won't have you mewl like a kitten at me any longer." Kento rumbled against your breast, wet with his spit and the marks he left behind as he took what he was owed. "I hope you can take it. I'm...no small man. If you are ruined, after, I know you will bear the scars with grace, just as you have bore your hatred of me."

You were already so steeped in the hot rush of being pleasured, you did not notice how Kento's eyes glowered, lathering down your body and darting occasionally back to your phone. He continued his pilgrimage down your body. Kento growled in frustration at the chemise blocking him, and he rucked it up, spitting curses as you squeaked, wriggling against him.

"At least fight like you mean it." Kento laughed, and you blushed, eyes squeezed shut, mortified by how obviously faked your resistance was. Kento kissed his way down your belly, settling at your mound. He hovered, silent, giving your desperate clit nought but the breath from his lips.

"Do you want my fingers...or my mouth?" You whimpered again, babbling nonsense, such a rough and ruined heroine. Kento laughed again, dark and delicious, raising his mask just enough to free his mouth. "No words? No matter. You shall have both."

With little warning, Kento sunk his tongue between your folds, ragging his mouth and nose from side to side again to bury himself in the heat of you. You cried out as he growled into your heat, hitting a high note as he sunk two thick, gloved fingers into your fluttering pussy, slamming inside all the way to his knuckles.

Kento swore against your pussy, grunting and moaning as he lapped at your clit and entrance with animalistic rage. Quite canonically to his role, his cock wept against his belly, pre-cum leaking down onto his waistband until the fabric was cloying and sticky, the friction against his tip sending him spiralling. He couldn't help but fuck against the bed as you melted beneath him, writhing against his tongue.

Panting, letting his gloved fingers fuck into you and imagining it was his cock instead, Kento chuckled against your clit, at just how easily he had snapped. He pulled his fingers out of you for a moment, wickedly obsessed by the stark contrast of your creamy white arousal on the black leather.

He could smell you on the balaclava, the fabric over his nose soaking with your essence. Kento felt lightheaded with the blooming, heady scent of you. His cock twitched, aching and neglected, and so close to spilling thick spurts of seed all over its owner.

You risked looking down for just a moment. The eyes of a villain pierced through you, as Kento licked his gloves clean, not breaking eye contact once. You whimpered. He laughed, and curled his fingers back into you, continuing his relentless attack on your poor, aching cunt. Your moans reached a fever pitch, and Kento felt the creep of his own orgasm through his belly as he rutted against the bed with total abandon.

"Sing for me." He groaned, lifting your hips off the bed as he knelt, sucking your clit into his mouth in a devastating final move. You tipped violently over the edge, bucking against his tongue and crying his name, a stream of nonsensical babbles. Kento was quite sure you came harder than the girl in the story.

By the time you came back to earth, being licked in slow, languid movements through your peak, you saw Kento kneeling between your legs, stroking his cock in long, jerking pumps.

"You've reduced me to this." Kento forced, his teeth gritted and his mask back in place over his mouth. "To this...this boy, fucking his own fist just from the taste of you." Kento cursed, his gloved fist wet with pre-cum, cracking his neck from side to side and growling through his lurid tale. You lay, fucked out, bound, a fascinated by how Kento's whiskey-rich voice could fill you with fumes, warm and drunk one minute, but cold and piercing the next. You swung, manoeuvred across his harsh dichotomy.

Kento loomed over you, trapping you beneath him again, blocking the light from your eyes, a bad moon rising. "You did this to me." He hissed, accusatory in his possession of you. "You started this sordid fight. But I'll finish it. No more fisting my cock at night just to the thought of you. No more dreaming about bending you to my will."

You felt Kento's tip press through your entrance, thick and insistent enough that you squirmed up the bed, crying out as he yanked you back, his hands closing around your waist. Kento plaited his fingers in your tied hands, the ghost of affection, and readying himself to slam into your quivering heat. He was falling apart, he could barely contain himself, overcome by the raw power of making you pliable, shaping you to his desires--

Kento whispered in your ear, his voice shaking, gravelly; "And when you submit...know that it was entirely your fault."

You felt your delicate petals forced aside, crying out to be filled to the brim by Kento in one slick thrust. Kento could barely suppress a roar beneath his mask, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His enormous hands cuffed your waist, making it squidge down against your hips every time he dragged your hips, moving your pussy around him like a cock sleeve.

Kento's strength made manhandling you look easy. You lay ruined beneath him, your head lolling against the inside of your own bound arm. The image of him unbuttoned, masked, gloved and still almost fully dressed above you, grunting and groaning as he used your pussy for his own pleasure, burned onto your retinas.

Kento barely moved his own hips, his eyes fixed feverishly on where he dragged your swollen pussy around the length of his cock, twitching and burning inside you. He couldn't contain himself. The hook behind his navel, all scorched steel and selfishness, beseeched him to drag his pleasure from you.

"Fucking-- ruin you-- never be satisfied...by another man again-- keep running from me, and I'll hunt you down...and take you like this every-- fucking-- time--"

As Kento's pleasure roared over him, he punctuated his thrusts against your belly with the written word in action. Making nothing more than jolted, pitiful moans as he fucked repeatedly against your sensitive cervix and soft-spot, you clambered for purchase, sobbing your pleasure as his gloved fingers rolled your clit between them.

Kento came with a string of curses, his thighs cramping beneath him with the force of it. Feeling his seed begin to pump and spurt into you, he dragged you aggressively to another orgasm with his leathered fingers. He had to feel you clench around him, sucking his seed deep inside you. He had just enough forethought to recall his final, toxic line as he gasped, groaning and bucking with the force of his ejaculation.

You could barely hear him through the fog of pleasure, faint in the distance; "If you have the nerve...to crawl back to me...full and swollen-- know we can be enemies in matrimony, as well as battle."

The room was hushed and dark, the gloom broken only by your mingled, heavy breaths, and the earthy smell of sex. You reached up pulling Kento's balaclava up and pressing a breathless little kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"...but...we still have to get a divorce. I just-- couldn't live with you knowing what I read--"

Kento laughed, his shoulders aching from the weight of the villain, slipping away with his gloves and mask.

[cheesiedomino]

Second Chances ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: your old situationship from many years ago just moved back in town and of course, he has to text you. but it’s not just any normal text — he’s asking you out on a proper date this time. will you give a second chance to Cupid? or will you be left here feeling stupid?

genre: lee minho x fem!reader | exes (??) to lovers wc: 4.6k tags/warnings: fluff, some light angst, slightly suggestive but nothing srs, mild cursing, kissing, small mentions of crying T-T

now playing 🎧: from the start by laufey

[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

“Why don’t you give Tinder a try already? I’m sick of hearing you nagging all day about being lonely!” Areum abruptly suggests mid-convo , resting her palm on the side of her face.

As you both casually wait for the food to arrive, you end up on the dreadful topic of dating again. You got into a real heated discussion with her, sitting in a booth at this new restaurant one of your coworker’s recommended. It wasn’t super well known but they wouldn’t stop raving about how delicious their breadsticks were. The place wasn’t too jam packed but definitely had a decent amount of people. What you weren’t anticipating on was seeing dozens of couples here, it kind of threw your whole vibe off since it only reminded you of your current sad relationship status. Maybe you were putting far too much thought into it but everything seemed so highly unfair. Glaring in envy while they all happily rub in your face that they’ve found their forever companion.

Life really can be cruel at times.

“You can’t be for real right now..” you instantly side eye your friend from across the table. Feeling personally triggered whenever she mentions online dating. You refuse to try it, never wanting to partake in such a vain concept where you swipe left and right based solely on looks. “That’s not the same as real romance. I want to meet someone naturally, wanna tell my kids when they grow up how I met their dreamy, hunk of a father in aisle 39 at Whole Foods.”

One could say it’s almost pathetic in a way— this burning desire you harbor within, longing for a pure, quaint, and beautiful love. Constantly catching yourself daydreaming about finding your life partner, the person you’re going to marry and possibly create an eternal family with. That day has yet to come unfortunately, but you still hold onto the thought of you someday meeting the one.

You thought you found them before, but thou shalt not speak thy names out into existence.

“Well, good luck finding ‘real romance’ in the big age of 2024-” Areum snorts in amusement, taking a pause to sip on her mango strawberry lemonade. “I need whatever drugs you’re on that’s making you this delulu so I can fantasize about my knight and shining armor that’s never coming!”

God you hate that word. Delulu. Why are you suddenly “delusional” for wanting a picture perfect romance? It doesn’t need to be perfect per se, but you want to feel adored, swept off your feet and embraced like the true queen you are. Was that too much to ask? Considering the current state of dating in this day and age, it might just be.

“I mean, let’s face it girl. You literally don’t know the first thing about love ___, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like in the K-dramas y’know! Haven’t you only had like one boyfriend in high school? You barely even dated that guy for a month-”

“That’s because he dumped me to go move to LA and become a dumb YouTuber!” You snapped back, cutting her off to get all the facts straight.

It was hard not to grimace while thinking of such old memories. Dating a Minecraft streamer definitely had to be one of the most embarrassingly cringe choices you’ve ever made.

“Whatever that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to get at here is you don’t have the best track record when it comes to men. Remember that other guy you were seeing before we graduated? I thought y’all would’ve dated for sure but he turned out to be a dickhole just like the rest of ‘em…” Areum shakes her head in disbelief, recalling all those times you’d call in a frenzied panic about things not working out.

“What was his name again? Min… Minwoo? No, that’s not it.. it was definitely Min something.” She attempts on remembering but keeps drawing a blank.

“Minho.” You answer almost instantaneously. His name still rolled off the tongue smooth as velvet.

It felt weird though. Saying it out loud after so many years of blocking it from your immediate vocabulary. A name you thought would never escape your lips again.

“Damn, you really still think about him don’t you?” She dares to ask, knowing how difficult it is for you to even talk about this anymore.

You only respond by nodding slowly, unable to bring yourself to look at her. It was far too intense; bearing the emotions of hurt and guilt from a past fling that meant more to you but nothing to the other. That’s how most of your tragic stories end— always too overly into them while they barely reciprocate any of that energy towards you. The thing is, you thought Minho actually liked you, even so far as wanting to date in the near future. Considering he brought you over his parent’s house (to hook up of course), and though you didn’t meet them you still think that meant something. Most men don’t just bring any woman they’re seeing to their parent’s place without somewhat thinking a potential relationship could happen down the line.

“So that’s why you should download Tinder and start swipin’ on some other cuties! It’ll at least distract you for a bit and get your mind off that asswipe,” Areum pitches her idea once more, “there’s plenty other fish in the sea ___. Not everyone online is some crazy serial killer, plus you clearly don’t seem to be having much luck out in the real world.”

You wanted to jump up from the table and erase that smirk from her face but instead you roll your eyes at that last remark. “I don’t need those shitty dating apps. I’m very capable of finding someone in real life for your information!” You quickly retort as a means to defend yourself. Even though she did have a point, her delivery could’ve been a little bit nicer.

It’s not easy being a hopeless romantic, you can’t help but yearn for that special someone to enter your life and change it for the better. You won’t feel wholly satisfied nor complete until you do. The sad reality of the matter was that you are still painfully single. No one’s interesting enough to cease your attention, let alone go on any actual dates. Areum’s had enough of your bitching and whining though, there’s only so many rants and tirades she can keep listening to about your vicious hatred for men before she loses it completely. Your nonexistent love life has become more of a nuisance as that time of year approaches— Valentine’s Day. A god forsaken holiday you’ve always loathed with a passion. Wanting nothing more than to be one of those girls on the receiving end getting flowers and chocolates. A day full of the utmost joy and pleasant surprises from your loving significant other.

Must be nice..

Speaking of surprises.. The buzzing in your ear echoes from your phone pinging loudly, indefinitely startling you. Grabbing it to check the sudden notification, your eyes go absurdly wide at the contact name displayed on your screen. Blinking numerous times from shock, you stare at your phone in incredulity; making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

Lee Minho. The Lee Minho?

What kind of sorcery is being conjured where the instant you bring him up, he somehow texts you after all these years of not speaking? This coincidence was more than unsettling to you. A part of your inner thoughts still believes this is all some elaborate joke being played on you, waiting for a cameraman to pop out of some curtain to announce you’ve just been pranked. But nothing happens, life proceeds as normal. Now you’re left with the most puzzling notification you might’ve ever received.

It was your last year of college and the pressure of your academics along with appeasing your family was getting to you immensely. You needed an escape from all of it, desperately. Which you found through none other than Lee Minho, the boy who worked as a barista at Cozmo’s; this coffee shop you used to frequent a lot. It was a cute, small family-owned establishment and they made the best matcha lattes— in your humble opinion. You’d pick one up almost every day along with a slice of freshly baked cinnamon bread. It started off as only playful banter with him in the beginning, then it lead to more as time went on. One day, as you reached out to pay he blocked your hand from moving any closer, letting you freely walk away without spending a dime. This soon became a regular occurrence, as you’d start seeing Minho outside of work, getting to know more and more about him. You remember so desperately wanting to date back then, pitying your past self for thinking there was even a chance.

‘Maybe he’s just texted the wrong person’ you psyche yourself into thinking, but when you unlock your phone to finally read the message — an uncomfortable lump forms in the pit of your throat.

Minho 🐈:

Hey is this still ___’s number?

You honestly don’t know why you still have his number saved, let alone allowing a whole emoji to be next to it. Though it never was like you to delete anything, no matter how painful it may have been. More lingering questions makes you want to seek out the possible solutions. Why would he text you of all people ? None of this adds up in your mind realistically. Furrowing your brows in concentration, you think of what to say as you draft out a response.

Yes… who’s this?

After a tedious struggle of typing out multiple paragraphs and immediately deleting them, you went over your words a few more times before sending a final reply. It would’ve been strange had you knew exactly who he was off the bat, that’ll just be dead giveaway you still had his contact info saved this whole time. But with that logic, doesn’t that make Minho just as odd for still keeping your number after all this time has passed?

Your phone dings again.

Minho 🐈:

Srsly -_-

Did you really delete my number??

Bet he didn’t see that one coming. He probably thought the moment he texts you, you were gonna kiss up to him like you’ve always done in the past. Mentally giggling to yourself at the image of him getting flustered by you not knowing who he was at first. Feels good to know you knocked his confidence down a peg.

Lol, chillax.. I know it’s you Minho :P

Not even a minute later, a flood of incoming messages appear. Biting your lip out of nervousness, your heart couldn’t stop beating so fast— anxiously checking your phone as the atmosphere around you suddenly gets stuffier.

Minho 🐈:

Better be lucky I didn’t block you after that ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Guess who’s back in the city btw. Did ya miss me? ;)

No need to answer that, I already know you did. You should stop by at Cozmo’s again sometime!

Also what’re you up to this week? I need you to clear out all your plans because I’m taking you out on a date.

You always knew Minho was the bold type but this was on another level. The sheer audacity he has to even ask something like this after not reaching out for almost 3 years was more than ballsy on his part. It felt like a surge of butterflies erupting in your stomach, getting lightheaded as you think about seeing him again. He really had an effect on you like no other.

Glancing up from your screen to finally pay attention to Areum again, you assure her everything’s going to be just fine. “Looks like I won’t be needing to download Tinder after all.”

Later on that day you ended up going to Cozmo’s and meeting up with Minho. It never really took much convincing from him to get you to budge, though it was a hell of a lot worse back then. You used to blindly follow along with anything he said just to seek his approval, hoping that eventually he’ll see you as the girl he wants to settle down with. Alas, nothing ever blossomed into something more, and you knew deep down that this was headed nowhere— but that still didn’t stop you from fantasizing about a future with him. Getting lost into deep thought, head heavy in the clouds as you imagine the idea of Minho confessing his undying love for you. You’ll be so caught off guard as he gets down on one knee, looking at you with the entire solar system in eyes while he proposes in the most charming way. It really is pitiful how much you still daydream about a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend but would constantly act like he was, then up and leaves without mentioning a single word about it.

You convinced yourself he ran off with someone else to have a better life with, even hearing through town gossip that he’s moved to South Korea to pursue becoming an idol. Whatever the case may be it still weighed heavily on your mind that he never bothered to tell you anything, even a simple ‘goodbye’ would’ve sufficed the empty hole in your heart. The main reason you agreed on meeting up with Minho was to finally ask, why? Why did he pretend to like you? Why did he act like your boyfriend when he never had intentions on seriously dating? Why was he so good at making you fall so hard for him..?

“You look great.” You subconsciously blurt out, affixed in a daze as you stare in awe at the man in front of you.

It’s been a while since you came here— never able to fully bring yourself to try and go back. Though you knew this place first, and they really did have the best Mactha lattes in the universe. It reminded you too much of him and you sadly had to let it go.

You weren’t proud of it but you did go home quickly to change clothes and redo your makeup. Usually you wouldn’t care but this was the only guy you’ve been consistently crushing on for years, you had to feel good inside and out. Minho was just as gorgeous as you remembered, if not he looked even more ethereal — which seemed impossible in itself already. He’s grown up so beautifully, his facial features became more sharp, especially his jawline which looks so defined and sculpted by the Gods.

Minho lightly chuckles at your timidness, some things just never change. “You look way better.” His lips drew into a faint smirk as he admires your presence.

He meant every word of what he said, you looked really good, and it was making him even more frustrated that so much time has passed. Regretting the way he handled things so many years ago, wishing he could take it all back and do everything differently. Seeing you again made it easier for Minho to suppress the guilt he’s borne for so long. This moment feels like a second chance to make amends for his past mistakes.

You couldn’t help but blush when you hear his compliment, feeling your ears grow hot as you look at the ground. There was a silent pause between you that lasted for what seemed like ages. Weirdly enough the conversation flowed well after he finally broke the awkwardness, the chemistry was overall still there and were able to pick up right where it left off.

“I’m so glad you came ___, I’ve been dying to see you since I got here. I’m surprised you even still responded to my lame ass.”

Minho’s light confession puzzles you. If he really was dying to see you, why’d he wait so long to get in contact with you? To be fair, you don’t know the exact time he came back.

“Oh, is that so? When’d you come back? Also show me pics of Korea, I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like there.” You fondly inquire, leaning against the side of the wall as he’s still behind the counter. He mentioned to you he’s only working part time because his parents would rather mooch off their son for free labor than to hire and pay a new employee.

“Yesterday,” he quickly states before taking out his phone to scroll through his gallery, “guess my sister must’ve told you I went there huh?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I haven’t talked to Elle in a while. She’s tried hitting me up a few times though.. but I found out through Areum ‘cause she was seeing Hoseok back then.”

They were definitely “seeing” each other alright, but mostly in the bedroom. Areum didn’t want anything exclusive with Hoseok and neither did he, it was the perfect friends with benefits situation. Minho and Hoseok were good friends who’ve known each other for a while, so naturally he’d tell Areum everything and overshare at some point.

“Agh, there’s a customer gotta take this. One sec, sorry!” He briefly apologizes before bringing his attention to the new person heading inside. You nod, signaling he’s good to go. “I’ll be waiting over there,” you point to a small wooden table with 2 chairs in a corner.

Once Minho comes back you notice he’s no longer wearing his purple work apron; back in his regular attire now and sporting an oversized dark grey hoodie that was three times too big. He was holding a large cup with green liquid and a paper bag in his hand, that’s when it clicks for you— he still remembers your favorite meal.

He’s grinning the whole time he’s handing you the matcha latte and cinnamon pastry, smiling from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas Day. This was the most you’ve seen him be so enthusiastic about something, even back when you were “with” him you can’t recall him beaming with such energy like this.

“Awh, thank you. I haven’t had either one of these in years!” You wanted to give him the biggest hug but you refrained from doing so, feeling as though it may be too early for that.

“Of course dear, anything for you.”

Why does everything he says have to make you melt from the inside out? It’s not fair! >:(

Glancing down at your yummy beverage, you see a message written on the side of the glass with bold permanent sharpie. Tilting your head to read it, the words are bit jumbled together but you get the gist. You’re almost left speechless after it reads: ‘___, Will you be my valentine?’

Your most dreaded and least favorite holiday is here, yippee! But, there’s a twist on this year’s turn of events; you actually have someone to celebrate this wretched tradition with. You should be excited but all you’re feeling is the sudden urge to vomit as you were nervous out of your mind. This was kind of weird to you, going on a date with your ex boyfriend who was never even your real boyfriend. Looking back on it now you shouldn’t have tolerated a relationship dynamic like that, Minho was clearly taking advantage of your passiveness by not explicitly saying what he wanted. On the contrary, you had no one to blame but yourself, you never spoke up or criticized anything even if it didn’t coincide with your personal morals.

The fact he never took you on an actual date until now speaks volumes, you obviously didn’t have enough self worth back to demand better treatment. It took you years of figuring out what a real, healthy relationship is supposed to be like through trials of therapy and that was an emotional rollercoaster in itself. All your uncertainties soon faded away once you became more secure and knew exactly what you wanted for yourself. It took every ounce of patience and acceptance to unlearn all your bad coping mechanisms and other toxic behaviors that were only stunting your inner growth. You’re happy to be in a position now where you’re able to express wholeheartedly what you deserve, it’s the best feeling ever to feel like you’re in control of your own life.

You spent almost 3 hours getting ready and your bedroom now looked like a war zone. The outfit you chose was super girly, a frilly white dress with pink platform heels— Minho’s going to drool in amazement when he sees you. When you sent Areum photos of you before heading out, she responds right way with a series of hearts and other sweet comments— hyping you up to no end like the best friend she is. She’s also able to help pull you out of your doubtful headspace, when you felt unsure if you could really go through with this she quickly psyched you out of it. Reminding you exactly who you are and why you are the prize, not him. ‘He should be the one who’s nervous, not the other way around’ you assure yourself over and over as a mini ego boost.

His jaw dropped when he spotted you walking up to his car, infatuated by how pretty and perfect you looked in every way possible. It angers him so much to know he took all this for granted, he didn’t appreciate all of you the way he should’ve but now he gets another chance to redo everything and right his wrongs. It’s a lot of pressure but he bravely accepts it, he could never mess up another opportunity like this again. The car ride was fairly silent in the beginning, you were vibing in peace as the only thing you could hear was Minho’s soft indie playlist as background music.

You ultimately chose to be the one to speak first, breaking the ice with a simple inquiry about the date. “So where are we going?” Looking out at the scenery from the window, all you is trees and more trees. If it’s something to do with nature you surely don’t want any parts of it, you’ve never been too fond of the wilderness.

“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you.” He keeps a tight seal on today’s destination without dropping a single hint, forcing you to go completely blind into this. As he goes back to focus on the road, you sigh anxiously after hearing him refuse to disclose anything.

Did he seriously forget what kind of person you are? Anyone who’s close to you at all knows you’ve never been into those types of things. Ever.

“You know I hate surprises Minho,” you remind him, attempting to pry for more information. Even shooting him a doe eyed look along with poking out your bottom lip, but he doesn’t falter.

He simply nods, “I know but you’ll like this one, just have a little bit of faith me.” Flashing an innocent smile at you, he seems to be overly confident in whatever his plan consists of.

After almost half an hour passes the car finally comes to a stop, you scan the area and instantly notice a sense of familiarity among the place. Across from you was an ice cream parlor you thought didn’t exist anymore. But there it is, still standing with dozens of customers waiting in line. The small shop was famously known for its fish-shaped ice cream cones, you’ve always wanted to visit the place and try it when you were a little from seeing it on TV all the time. When you told Minho about it, you said how your parents would say it was too far but it actually closed down and they didn’t know how to tell you. From time to time you’d still think about that place, but you would’ve never thought they relocated. Being here with Minho brings an indescribable amount of happiness to your spirit.

“I mentioned this place like one time in passing, how’d you even remember?” You wonder in amazement, after all these years he still remembers something as minuscule as this.

“It may not have seemed like it but I paid attention to every little detail you told me ___, all it. Of course I know you don’t like surprises but how else would I have been able to take you here?” He sweetly expresses to you, not wanting to hold back anymore.

You wanted to cry right here, right now. All your emotions came crashing down at once and it’s hard to keep them concealed. A lot has changed within these years, things feel so different with him now, especially with how much he’s matured. You notice how he doesn’t act like the typical fuckboy in his early 20’s anymore, he’s much more interested in getting to know only person — that being you.

“I’ve rehearsed this in my head like a million times and I don’t think I’ll ever say it the right way I want but it’s time I start being as transparent as possible with you…” Minho takes a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve always liked you ___, from the start actually,” he keeps going, “I was just scared, of what I don’t know.. Commitment maybe?”

Slightly looking in another direction, your vision faintly blurs from tears welling up, “I- I honestly don’t know what to say..”

“Then don’t say anything at all, I don’t need you to. I may not know the first thing about how to love someone, but I want to learn all of it with you.” He feels all the remorse of leaving you alone for all these years, unable to process the pain you must’ve endured at him not getting into contact with you. “I’m so sorry ___. For everything, I’m going to make it all better I promise.”

Your eyes subconsciously flutter shut when he comes in contact with you. Connecting in perfect symmetry with your lips to sync together in motion. His gentle hands cupped your face delicately; his touch was so warm and inviting. Your fingers were deeply tangled in his brunette locks, relishing every minute as he tilts his head to capture more of you. He genuinely couldn’t believe he went this long without kissing these luscious lips again. His tongue grazed the bottom of your lip to subtly ask for entry and you comply. Dopamine floods both your senses like a series of fireworks going off, feeling intoxicated by each other’s taste. It was probably that vanilla bean chapstick you always wore— an old favorite of his and is still your go-to flavor of choice. He wanted to savor you in this moment for as long as he could, cherish the fact he has you in his hold again.

“Want to know something funny?” He asks out of nowhere, still smirking from that heated kiss that just happened seconds ago.

“Hm?”

“You’re the reason I ended up coming back here.” Minho states bluntly, no hesitation detected in his voice whatsoever.

You struggle to comprehend anything, overwhelmed by all his sudden confessions. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I never want to leave your side ever again ___. I’m staying here with you, I already made the biggest mistake of losing you once I can’t let the same thing happen twice.” He spoke tenderly from the bottom of his heart, it felt so genuine you couldn’t not believe him.

Going back to rewind time isn’t possible, but “do-over’s” are, and sometimes we’re able to get those second chances to make things right when we get them wrong the first time.

[End <3].

[caitlinsclark]

AFTER MIDNIGHT caitlin clark caitlin clark x reader | summary: you learn that only the best things happen after midnight when caitlin's involved. based on this concept. ✰ suggestive not but full on smut: makeout scene and it gets spicy, so read at your own digression as always yikes ✰ last part of my 500 follower celebration! word count: 2.5k masterlist and tag list

You’d always been told that dangerous things started to happen after midnight, that nothing good could possibly occur at such a late and treacherous hour. And you didn’t believe that until you seemed to find yourself even more entrapped in Caitlin’s easy charisma, falling in deeper as the night progressed.

Originally, you had denied coming out in favor of being literally anywhere else. You loved Caitlin and spending time with her. The puppy named Conner that followed her around on a leash? Not so much.

“You have to come,” Her perfect lips forming a pout, “Who’s gonna dance with me?”

Your breath hitched, your tongue darting out to wet your dry lips as you tried to gather a response that wouldn’t drip in jealousy and reveal your cover.

“Uh, maybe Conner?” You posed with a bitter taste, practically cringing at the thought of her agreeing with you. But the unimpressed look on her face left you wanting to giggle like a school girl.

While Conner had a newfound obsessed with Caitlin, she had been obsessed with you for months. Unknowingly, you had assumed by now that the two were official, and they would’ve been if Caitlin didn’t put off saying yes in hopes that you would succumb to her charm and run into her arms.

Though your oblivion and simple denial stopped you from reading into the way she didn’t even seem enticed by the mention of her current “pursuit”, only by the promise of your presence.

The basketball player wasn’t sure how much more obvious she could make it as she held your face, staring into your eyes in a more than friendly manner, “No.” Her lips stayed in a straight line, a comical way of telling you that your claim was outrageous.

So much said with one simple word.

That’s how you wound up leaning against the bar with one hand swirling your drink around in boredom. You and Caitlin had been enjoying your time together originally, completely entranced in the energy of one another despite the buzzing energy from the crowd surrounding you.

She was wrapped around you from behind, arms caging your neck in snugly, providing more warmth for you than the alcohol in your hand. You could’ve been drunk simply on her touch and you wouldn’t have known any better.

“Wanna do another shot?” She’d leaned in closer, which you didn’t think was possible, to whisper in your ear. She giggled after at seemingly nothing, swaying as she basked in the fuzzy feeling of your bodies so close.

You turned your head to look at her, feeling her breath on your lips with how near you ended up being. Her nose daringly brushed yours when she leaned forward, still waiting for your response. 

With an intense focus on not lurching forward and claiming her as your own in the middle of this crowded bar, you nodded and cheered when she ordered two more shots for the both of you.

Almost as soon as they were slid over from the bartender, a hand reached out to snag one. You were left looking puzzled at the place where your shot had been with your mouth agape. 

“Thanks, babe!” Conner grinned toward Caitlin, taking the shot meant for you and downing it. He wasn’t put off by the way Caitlin stood firmly in not doing her own shot with him. In fact, he didn’t even seem to notice as he wrapped himself around her from behind, sickeningly similar to how she had just been holding you.

The pit that formed from the alcohol pooling in your stomach didn’t compare to the way it grew right then. You ordered your own shot, quickly slinging it back with a tenacity that had Caitlin frowning at you.

You were eager to replace the feeling of her hands on your skin with something else. If only you knew that the alcohol just intensified the warmth she sparked.

You paid the disappointment on the brunette’s face no mind as you sent a curt wave to the both of them and turned away from the vile view of them tangled up. You sat down with Kate who was occupying a couch in the corner with a few of her other teammates and your friends.

You thought Caitlin and Conner would stay in their own little bubble, but were somewhat shocked to find Caitlin following close behind you. That thing was trailing behind her too, but whatever.

The alcohol in your body made your limbs feel loose and free, plopping directly on Kate and wrapping around her affectionately. The blonde continued her conversation with Gabbie unbothered as she simply brought up a hand to pet your hair.

“Everyone’s favorite cheerleader,” Kate squeezed your cheeks in adoration which showed through the bright grin beaming right at you. The flush of your cheeks wasn’t only from alcohol as the entire team smiled at you in a silent agreement, but the only one you focused on was Caitlin’s.

Conner’s agitating voice popped up from the corner, poking Caitlin in her side in a way that didn’t amuse her, “Not everyone’s favorite.”

The fun atmosphere was slowly being suffocated and dying in front of your eyes with Conners impeding presence. You made a face, how could he be counted as a cheerleader when he had only come to two games?

Caitlin excused herself with a cough to go to the bathroom seconds later, not addressing his statement at all. The absence of an eager agreement is what left you smirking silently to yourself, fueled by the way she’d eyed you as she walked out. 

It wasn’t lost on you either how she chose to instead sit right next to you when she returned, childishly tugging your arm so you would cling to her instead of Kate. 

You tried to ignore her but she held up a pair of shots with an alluring grin and you couldn’t help but fall victim to her temptress beauty.

The small ‘please, babe?’ as she batted her eyes at you was the final push that had you clinking glasses and making up for the last moment that had gotten interrupted.

Her arm wrapped possessively around your shoulders, using the strong hold to tug you half in her lap just how she liked it. The burning sensation of Conner’s eyes on you was buried underneath the absolute fire that Caitlin ignited as she brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear that had fallen loose.

The building bass of the music thumping throughout your body could easily be mistaken for your heartbeat fastening at the touch.

You couldn’t tell which it was as her features glowed in the blue light of the club. With a quick sobering glance to your watch, you knew it was getting late. After all, your mom always said nothing good happened after midnight. You could leave now while you’re ahead and not chance your luck at a painstaking rejection.

But when the brunette covered your watch with her own hand, gently using her other thumb to turn your chin back to her and asked with her big brown eyes glistening at you, “You’re staying, right?” 

You felt yourself giving in to her immediately, “As long as you are.” She preened at your enthusiasm to stay with her, none the wiser about your internal hesitance to continue this night. 

The tube top adorning her upper half showed off the building muscle she’d grown over the past season. And you were just a girl at the end of the day, so you indulged in the way her strong hold enveloped you in the most secure grip you’d ever experienced.

There was a good amount of alcohol in your system, and suddenly everything seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good idea to completely lean into Cait, toying with the hem of her shirt between your fingers. It seemed like a good idea to agree to playing a game with your friends. And it seemed like a good idea to choose dare when Kate had asked.

You should’ve known with the way her face held a maniacal smirk with purposeful eyes directed toward yours and Caitlin’s intertwined bodies.

“7 minutes in heaven, get in the other room!” The group erupted in cheers and wolf whistles as the blonde stuck her tongue out, clearly satisfied with herself.

The buzz in your veins was only prompted by the cheers your friends let out as you stood up and held your hand out to Caitlin expectantly. 

She raised her eyebrows at you with the most adorable red hue covering her cheeks, like she was scared you were going to take it back. And you stared back, matching her expression that was being broken through by a goofy smile when she took your hand and stood up.

Despite her being much taller, you extended your arm and twirled her into your hold. She laughed with her head falling back, easily melting into you with heart eyes.

You directed your words to Conner, “If you don’t mind.” But you barely even looked at him too focused on the beauty in your arms, not even waiting for a response before heading toward the door.

“You can be the favorite cheerleader and cheer from all the way out here!” You giggled and let yourself get whisked into the other room by the brunette clinging to you. Caitlin’s joyful laugh wasn’t hidden at all and you couldn’t even try to conceal the longing look you held as you scanned her features. Not that you cared to when she was staring at your mouth with lust-ridden eyes.

Your lips connected in a heated decision, a sort of heavenly that angels themselves would be envious of. Caitlin moved slowly with determination, savoring the feeling that she had been forced to only imagine for the last few months. And her wildest dreams never got even remotely close to the euphoric rush through her veins as you slid a hand to rest on her chest.

You pull away, your movements leisurely as you had no rush to separate from her. Her forehead leaned against your own for a quiet moment, lips brushing just slightly in a way that had you impatiently leaving light kisses that she happily hummed into.

Caitlin had always been greedy and it proved when she lifted you up without warning, setting you down on a nearby side table as she pulled you back in with a newfound intensity.

The moan that left her throat had your thighs squeezing her waist, desperately trying to pull her closer. Though close wasn’t close enough as she instead tugged you to the edge of the table and pushed her front against yours.

You maneuvered your knee in between her legs, lifting it so you could press it against her core. Caitlin whimpered against your lips, a sound so pretty that had you weakly moaning with her in response. The brunette pulled away from your lips and you would’ve whined if not for the slow and intoxicating kisses she trailed along your jaw, mind focused on stamping your neck with marks as much as possible.

Conner opens the door and it’s ego boosting the way Caitlin doesn’t even pull away from you. With her head still tucked into your neck, she sucked gently on your soft skin with a determination that left you breathless. Her hands held you steady as you got off the table, and you thanked her mentally for the control she had because your knees would’ve buckled otherwise.

“What the fuck is going on?” Connor’s voice boomed louder than the music. Not even the red LED lights matched the red hue of his face as he took in the scene.

“Sorry,” but your tone held no remorse, “I know you usually don’t get to hear a reaction like that from her.” You grimaced playfully, biting your finger tip slyly as you watched him seethe.

And you gave yourself a mental point when you saw Caitlin bit her lip to stop a growing smile. 

Conner took a step up, challenging you silently with balled fists by his side, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be threatened when his cursing sounded like a twelve year old who just learned the word. Caitlin put her arm protectively in front of you, her large build almost swallowing you whole and you wanted to lean into it forever.

“The one making out with the girl you want,” You shrugged and basked in Caitlin having to hide her face in your shoulder as she giggled.

The vein in his forehead was protruding as he scoffed, insecurity oozing from his body.

“What, are you gonna fight me?” You raised your eyebrows and nodded toward his clenched hands, “Remember when I beat you at the hammer game at the Carnival? Don’t embarrass yourself.”

Caitlin found herself looking at the ground to hide the happiness fluttering on her features at the memory. She wasn’t even the one to ask for the stuffed animal that been sitting on her bed for the last year. You’d seen a golden stuffed animal that resembled her dog, Bella, and pulled her over insisting that you win it for her. 

Conner had pushed in first, slapping money down on the table and ordering for the worker to ‘give him the hammer’. You all watched with scrunched up faces as he didn’t even get it halfway up the tower. Caitlin couldn’t take her eyes off you as you handed the worker your dollar bills, kindly asking for the hammer before lifting it above your head. 

When the bell went off, she’d sprung into your arms, regardless of her stature overpowering you and you welcomed it. Even though the two of you toppled over, you kept the air light with laughter she clung to you. She’d held that stuffed animal close to her chest the entire night, glaring at him when Conner asked to hold it for her.

“And the boxing one,” Caitlin murmured to you and you shared a snort, gleefully reminiscing on the way he’d stormed off after being shown up by you in another carnival game.

Similar to the way he’d stormed off angrily now, chest heaving and feet stomping their way out of the club. He resembled a tantrum throwing child who didn’t get the toy they wanted.

You two found yourselves doubled over in laughter once he was gone, gravitating closer like magnets as you each cherished the beautiful sound of the other. With the nuisance finally eliminated, you’d thought there would be a necessary talk. Something that needed to be said to clarify the intensity of what had just occurred. 

But Caitlin simply flashed her dazzling smile at you and you felt something in the air change. The chaste kiss she placed on your awaiting lips said more than words could.

Everything good happens after midnight.

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[stolasdearest]

is it okay if I ask for Alastor x Reader who is like angel dusts sibling and reader goes to Angel dust you talk about their lasting crush on Alastor?

Alastor x Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

EVERYONE SHUT UP! YES I LOVE WINGMAN ANGEL

Not proofread + 4:30 Lilly so writing might differ

Reader is Gender neutral!

Being Angels sibling wasn't easy, at least within in the hotel..or outside of it for that matter; but in the hotel it was definitely better, at least everyone didn't try and talk to you about your brother and instead talk to you.

You however had your eyes on someone very specific, a person not many people would have their eyes on..well, Maybe your brother in a— joking fucking around type of way; but your eyes were looking at the Tall Red demon in a very different way; a fond way you weren't all that used to.

Thing is you were the youngest in your family, that didn't rid you of your family's habits and mannerisms, So you weren't surprised when you ended up in hell alongside most of your family but your brother had kept you away from many scenes, that included partners; so your new found feelings for the Demon were overwhelming, suffocatingly so and you had no idea where to go with it, that lead you to go to the only person you trust in this newly found shit hole

"Anthony?"

"what's up, sweet cheeks?"

Angel was still not used to being called by his real name, But it was allowed in private from prying ears; he set fat nuggets down and sat up on the side of the bed; patting a spot next to him gesturing you to sit with him, a familiar smile on his face while you scooted next to him

"what's on your mind?"

"Alastor."

"oh—"

Angel laughed as you covered your face with your hands, His name bluntly slipping past your lips as you cringed at yourself

"he's like the Boogeyman, don't say his name too loud or he'll appearrr"

You smacked his arm and laughed, watching Angel make "scary" gestures as you both giggled amongst one another, before you patted your thighs and dramatically inhaled and sighed

"yeah yeah.. Boy troubles aye? Been there"

"yeah so help me"

"with him, Sweetie I can pray that's it"

"Anthony!!"

"sorry sorry!!"

Your big brother kneeled over laughing as you scoffed at him, crossing your arms with a pout as you cleared Your throat

"ANYWAY, I need help, I have no idea how to approach him— if at all!"

It took the spider demon a bit to compose himself Before he ran his fingers through his hair before looking at you, a sincere genuine look on his face, his voice soft and gentle; just like you remembered

"I don't know mister cheeky Alastor that much, but he does seem to like you, so I'd say go slow; test the waters or he might rip you to shreds"

You tensed, he was right and you were playing a dangerous game trying to woo the radio demon and you knew that but what'd you have to lose?..oh right your life yeah yeah

Falling flat on the soft bed you groaned; Alastor was tricky especially for someone who'd never flirted in their life so this was uncharted territory and you weren't exactly starting on beginner mode, you skipped straight to expert. Angel soon joined you in laying on the bed, him to staring at the ceiling as you pondered and wondered, He was probably zoning out but whatever, but after moments of silence Anthony soon realized this was a heavy topic on your heart so he turned on his side, pulling you to his side; one of his hands ruffling your hair

"worry about that tomorrow will you? You need your beauty sleep; Alastor won't date a slob"

"what won't I do?"

"AAAAHHHHH"

Authors note: Sorry for the ending Im starting to get a headache😭😭

[azrakaban]

Augophile - Theodore Nott

N: RIGHT BITCHES! IT'S AU O'CLOCK! This is my first soulmate au, sorry if it's cringe <3 p.s. English is my first language but sorry anyway if there's any miss spellings

Requests: Still open <3

Requested by: Piss_Witch

Summary: AU where once you turn sixteen, you lose the ability to see colours until you meet your soulmate. But what if they don't want to see your colours?

Warnings: Angsty (a bit?), injury detail, i villainise McLaggen again <3 (He's racist for like one line and is a grade A asshole), mentions of amnesia, fluffy ending <3

Ships mentioned: Panstoria, Bluna

Dynamics: Grumpy X sunshine, miscommunication, soulmates, friends to lovers, tall and calm, short and excitable

Soul-mate. Soul-mate. Soul-mate.

Your heart beat in time with the words you'd been hearing all week long, unable to shake the excitable feeling that comes with approaching your sixteenth birthday.

Sweet sixteen held a meaning within teenagers, but a different one for magical teens such as yourself.

Having seen colours all your life, you were only partially prepared to lose sight of them all. You remembered Pansy's sixteenth, when she'd come downstairs crying.

"MY BI FLAG LOOKS LIKE SOME WEIRD ASS STRAIGHT FLAG!" She had sobbed, and you had comforted her until Astoria came into the room, and suddenly colours were visible again.

Your other friends weren't quite as lucky. Mattheo was unable to see colours, he stated plainly, while Theodore vehemently denied being able to see any colours at all. Just fifty shades of grey.

Draco was the youngest of the boys, and hadn't yet had his sixteenth. Blaise however was lucky, having been passing Ravenclaw dorm at the same time as a certain Luna Lovegood the week after his birthday.

And now here you were, in the week leading up to your birthday, saying your final goodbyes to colours.

"I'm going to miss seeing brown." You said idly as you fiddled with a blanket, lying across a couch in the Slytherin common room.

Draco snorted. "You'll miss brown? Why? It's such a boring colour." You sat up, indignant. "It's not. Cinnamon, trees in autumn, gingerbread, old vinyls, paper, vintage cars, antique bookshelves..." You listed, and a smile quirked at the corner of Theodore's mouth as he read.

"I think I'm just going to miss all the colours." You confessed.

"Our little Augophile." Blaise chuckled. You gave him a confused look. "Someone who loves colours." You thought for a second. "Sounds about right." You grinned.

The corner of Theo's mouth quirked again, but he looked back down to his book.

"I don't know if I'm ready." You said, sighing. The atmosphere of the room shifted instantly. "What do you mean?" Pansy said, unsticking herself from Astoria for a second.

"I mean I'm nervous. What if we're too similar? What if I hate them?" You said, stressing. "What if they hate me? WHAT IF IT'S DRACO." You yelled the last part, horrified. The others laughed.

Draco grimaced. "Thanks, l/n." You smiled. "Any time ferret." He glared at you, but you were too busy spiralling. 

"What do you want in a soulmate anyway, y/n?" Lorenzo asked, looking mildly curious. 

"Umm... nice, able to cook, ideally he'd be able to read, but given people like Crabbe and Goyle go to this school, that's not a guarantee..." You said, recieving a laugh. "My friends need to like him, and he needs to be willing to defend me." You said, finishing. (DON'T. MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER.)

"So... the bare minimum?" Mattheo said sarcastically. "Omg, babe, the bare minimum? You shouldn't have..." He rolled his eyes, laughing.

"I'm just kind of praying to a spiritual thing or whatever that they're not an asshole. That would suck." You said, fiddling with your hair.

Theo gently pulled your hand away from your hair. "You'll make your hair greasy." He said, not looking up.

You smiled and turned back to the conversation. "Look, y/n, I find it unlikely that the universe would give someone like you a bad person as a soulmate. I mean, that would be like you and me being together. Or you and Theo. It just wouldn't work." Mattheo said, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Right?!" You said, laughing softly. Theo stiffened slightly, unnoticed by everyone but the elder Riddle, who sat back reading a muggle book you had leant him.

You noticed Tom's smirk and turned to look at him. "What's on your mind Tomothy?" You said, smiling.

"Just Tom is fine, n/n. And I am merely amused by two characters in this story. Neil and Todd I believe? The two of them seem... rather well matched." Tom said idly. You smiled as Mattheo craned his neck to look at the book.

"Dead Poet's society?" He said, wrinkling his nose. "How do they write if they're dead? Ghosts don't have a present form to write with..." He frowned.

You laughed. "They don't write the poetry. Well, they do, but later on. They're obsessed with a poet called John Keats." Mattheo interrupted you.

"Sounds boooring, I don't wanna know." He said, groaning. Tom rolled his eyes as your smile faltered slightly. Theo noted that.

"I want to know." He said, placing his book carefully to the side, 'The secret history'.

You smiled. He had no idea what he was getting into.

You then spent the next two hours explaining the plot of dead poets to Theodore, who was, surprisingly, an avid listener. He asked questions in the right place, and although his expression didn't say much, he didn't move away or interrupt you, so you assumed he was interested.

"So... to be clear, they were never actually together, but you wish Neil and Todd were?" Theodore concluded. You nodded, brushing tears away from your eyes. A sniffle was heard from behind you, and you turned to see Lorenzo wiping his eyes with a tissue.

"My poor little homosexuals..." He said, looking genuinely sad. You and Theo exchanged a look, trying to work out if he was serious or not, which apparently he was, as you found out later. Theo awkwardly patted his back, trying to console him to the best of his ability.

You giggled to yourself, picking up your book and heading upstairs.

Theodore called after you. "Y/N!"

You turned, looking back at him from the steps to your dorm. "Yeah?"

"You're coming to the match tomorrow right?" He said hesitantly. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Matt's been pushing us hard, should be a good game." He continued, trying to gauge your reaction.

You nodded, smiling. "Oh yeah. I'll be there." You said, waving before you headed up to bed.

Theodore smiled to himself, before picking up his book again. You'd be there.

"TEN POINTS TO SLYTHERIN!" Lee Jordan's voice rang out across the stadium, amplified by his magical megaphone. You looked on excitedly as Enzo scored another goal for Slytherin, taking the lead from Gryffindor.

Gryffindor were clearly starting to get slightly worried, and their new beaters, Kirke and Sloper were clearly losing their nerve. They needed a distraction from the game, to give Gryffindor a lead.

They needed to take out someone who the entire Slytherin team would care about enough to stop the game for a moment.

They needed to take out you.

Throughout the game, Theodore's eyes flickered to you, making sure you were still watching. And every time he looked, there you were, eyes trained on the game and a happy smile on your face.

Theodore batted a bludger at Ginny Weasley, which Sloper deflected perfectly... until it wasn't perfect anymore.

The bludger came speeding towards you, too fast for you to move.

There was a sickening crunch, and then everything went black.

one week later

"-Mr Nott you need to leave, she needs rest and she'll probably be rather disorentated when she wakes-"

"-I don't care, I'm not leaving her like this."

"Huh?" You mumbled, eyes fluttering slightly before they opened a fraction.

A face swam into vision, looking down at you with a concerned frown. You felt a flash of something in your chest, and then the face came into colour.

"Careful, Mr Nott, she will be emotionally fragile after such damage." The woman's voice tutted as she bustled away.

It took you a minute of squinting to bypass the amnesia before a name came to you.

"Teddy?" You mumbled, and the figure rolled their eyes with a small smile.

"You haven't called me that since we were eight, y/n." The figure said, sitting back in the chair beside the hospital bed you were apparently in.

Right, y/n... that must be you. 'Teddy' frowned.

"Yes it's you, why wouldn't you be y/n?" He said, looking concerned, and you realised you had spoken aloud.

"She probably has some level of amnesia, from her head injury. She's also on a lot of pain meds, and may be a little honest." The lady said, bustling away near you. Teddy's mouth set into a hard line.

"Quel maledotto idiota. Non guarda dove sta colpendo quella dannata cosa, no, la colpisce semplicemente ovunque gli piaccia dannatamente." He grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he lapsed into his mothertongue. (That fucking idiot.  He doesn't look where he's hitting the damn thing, no, he just hits it wherever he damn well pleases)

"Uh, sorry, I don't speak Ravioli." You said, peering up at him curiously. "What did you say?"

"It doesn't matter." He said, shaking his head. "What do you remember from Saturday?" He said, looking at you intently.

You wrestled with your brain for a moment, trying to bypass your amnesia. "I remember walking to the quidditch stadium... and watching you. You were very good." You said absent mindedly, not noticing how that surprised him.

"I didn't know you were watching me particularly tesoro." He smirked, and you frowned. That name had stirred something in you... THEO! That was his name.

"I always do, I don't want any of you guys to get hurt, you're my best friends." You said, seeming confused as Theo's smirk dropped.

Right. Of course you wouldn't be watching just him. That would have been ridiculous. So why did he feel disappointed?

"But that's all I remember. What else happened?" You said, looking interested.

Theo hesitated. Did he tell you? Aw what the hell, you were going to find out anyway.

"You were watching the game with Pansy when an unnamed beater on the Gryffindor team threw a hissy fit and hit a bludger at you. I say unnamed because although I know exactly who it was that hit it, I couldn't be bothered to learn his name. Perhaps you can identify him?" Theo nodded towards a figure lying in a bed a few beds down to your right.

You craned your neck to see. They seemed to have a broken nose, and several bruises covering their face, making them look like some strange purple smurf.

"The grumpy lady said I have amnesia right? So honestly, given he looks like a bruised potato, I have no idea who that is." You said, smiling slightly, before looking again, this time noticing the patients name written on a get well soon card. 

"Actually, now that you mention it, a name does come to mind... A Jack Sloper I think?" 

Theo frowned, looking at the boy again. "If he's that recognisable, Tom and I clearly didn't do a good enough job." 

You giggled. "It's on his card, Teddy. His get well soon card. He probably needs all the well wishes he can get, given his current state."

Theo's lip twitched, and you saw a hint of a smile. "Glad to be of service." You smiled, which then flipped into a frown. "But... the scottish lady... what's her name... Old MacDonald?" At that Theodore laughed, a deep laugh that was all all too rare noise. 

"McGonagall, y/n." You beamed. "Right, thanks!" He shook his head, smiling at you. "Anyway, McGonagall, there's no way she let you get away with this." At that, Theo winced. 

"That bad huh?" He grimaced, and you braced for impact. "Two months detention." He said, shaking his head. You sighed. "Not expelled then." Theo looked shocked. "God no tesoro, she was rather sympathetic to my cause actually." You straightened. "Which was?" 

Theo frowned. "He hurt you y/n, I couldn't just let him get away with no repercussions." You looked confused. "You didn't beat up that Hufflepuff guy when he broke our blonde friends name..." You searched for a name, racking your brain. 

"Astoria, and I won't tell her you forgot her name, lest she murder you in cold blood." Theo chuckled lowly. You smiled gratefully, then remembered your question. "So, why'd you beat up Sloper and not the Hufflepuff when he hurt Astoria?" You asked softly, fiddling with your pale cream bedsheets.

"Perché Astoria non sei tu." He rolled his eyes. (Because Astoria isn't you.) 

You frowned. "There you go again with the ravioli. What's special about me? I can't mean much more than her." Theo hesitated, as if he'd made a mistake. "You're not special. I've just known you longer, you're an obligation, not a choice, y/n." He replied, voice slightly cold. 

That hurt, and he saw it in your face, internally cursing himself. This is why it was stupid to be close to you, he'd just end up hurting you with stupid words and silly lies and ridiculous promises.    

"I know. Don't worry." You whispered, eyes roving over the vibrant colours of the flowers on Sloper's bedside. "But you don't need to fight for me, Theo." Unknowingly, that hurt Theo. 

You'd said you wanted a soulmate who would defend you, and now that he'd done it for you, you were saying you didn't need him to. Clearly you didn't want him to be like your ideal soulmate. You didn't want him. And not only that, he was Theo again. Not Teddy. Just Theo, what everyone else called him. Well, everyone else he cared even a little for. 

"I know, don't worry." He replied coldly, standing and leaving. You felt horrible. He'd fought for you, risked his safety, and you'd rebuked him. You hoped he wasn't too upset over it. Something in you felt wrong when he was upset. 

He came back in after a moment. "Y/N, I'm sorry." He sighed. "This has probably been a lot for you. And I know what you're saying, don't feel bad. I gotta go to detention though, okay Tesoro? I'll see you later solare." He kissed your forehead and then left. And everything felt better. (Darling, sunshine)

A month had passed since you were freed from the jail of the hospital wing and you were flying high, except for the fact that you had hardly seen Theo, given his two months detention. You missed your best friend, least of all because of the major crush you'd been harbouring for a year or so.

You had been reminded of the existence of soulmates, but were still not sure how people knew they were soulmates, and hadn't wanted to ask for fear of being thought stupid. Unfortunately, you were about to find out. Or, think so.

"Y/N!" A voice called after you as you walked out of class. You span, and noticed Cormac McLaggen watching you with an unreadable expression. 

"Yeah?" You replied uncertainly. 

"Can I talk to you for a moment? It's really important." He called. You nodded carefully, following him. 

"I know this must come as a shock, but we're soulmates." You started. "What?" You were confused.

"I know, it shocked me too, I had no idea, it doesn't feel real. I'm so happy, though. I knew we were meant to be together." He said excitedly, smirking. "How... How do you know?" You asked, trying to look indifferent. 

"Well, I know you forgot how soulmates work, but the man in the relationship can always tell. You feel this weird pull towards her, and then you just know. I know you can feel it too." He said, so convincingly. 

You looked at him. He looked so convinced, so excited. How could you tell him you couldn't feel it? "Yes, I feel it." You said, trying to sound convinced. He looked surprised for a second, before his face relaxed. "Good, good! So, can I take you out?" 

You thought for a second. He was your soulmate after all. "Okay, sure." You put on a bright smile. 

"Awesome, meet me in Hogsmeade this weekend then." He said, walking away. Was that it? Your soulmate? You thought it would be more. A magical flash of light, some weird pull... but nothing. But he was. He was. So you would push through. 

(A month later)

You were in your dorm bathroom with Pansy and Astoria, getting ready for a date with Cormac. He wasn't a perfect soulmate, but he was okay? Right? He forced you to spend an awful lot of time with him. As a result, you'd barely seen your friends since he spoke to you the first time. As for Theo... you hadn't seen him properly since the hospital wing, besides a few group hangouts, due to his detention, which had finally ended tonight. And you missed him. 

"-Y/N!" A voice called you and you snapped out of your thoughts. "Hmm? Yes sorry?" 

"I was asking how it felt for you when you first saw colours again. You know, when you first looked at McLaggen." Astoria said, smiling.

You frowned. "What?" Pansy looked confused. 

"You know, when you look at your soulmate, and the colour comes back into your life after the grey." Pansy said, trying to prompt your memory. "Maybe your memory still isn't all there." She said sympathetically. 

"When you turned sixteen, you would have lost the ability to see colours for a bit, until you saw McLaggen." Astoria explained, smiling. "I was asking how it felt for you to see colours again." 

You froze, tensing up. You had been able to see colours before you see Cormac. You had been able to see colours way before then. Oh god. Why had Cormac lied to you?

"Y/N? So, how'd it feel?" You jerked back into consciousness. "Umm, yeah, it felt good." You said, and realised they were watching you. You noticed your expression had dropped and upped the wattage of your smile. That put them off for a little, at least until you were gone. 

You decided to wait near the library, which was where Cormac had said he'd meet you. Let the waiting begin. As you waited, you began to wonder. Was Cormac even your soulmate like he said he was? He'd have no reason to lie about that. And even so, if you'd always been able to see colours, maybe your soulmate was dead? That made sense. Maybe your soulmate was dead, and Cormac knew, so he replaced him. 

You frowned. That was ridiculous, nearly Aaron Warner level delusional. And McLaggen still wasn't there for you to ask. 

And little did you know, he wouldn't be for quite a while. 

Theo's POV

Finally, a night without detention. It had been a seriously long time since he'd had a free night, and he revelled in it. Not that it hadn't been worth it, Sloper would be much careful with his bat now, and he'd managed to get an apology to you. Not without Theo threatening him though and Tom glaring at him ominously. 

Although having to babysit a load of excitable and enthusiastic first years was not the way anybody would want to spend every Tuesday. How were they so happy? And enthusiastic? And not absolutely drowning in homework? No, Theo couldn't understand it. But hey, they were at least invested in learning chess, which he taught them with great patience. Tom, not so much. 

He had been asked to tutor second years, and reduced a poor Ravenclaw girl to tears, earning him another additional day of detention. 

Theo slid down onto a couch in the common room with Blaise to his left. Dracp clapped him on the back, grinning. "Welcome back to having a social life, Nott." Theo grimaced slightly, but let a smile grace his face.

"Catch me up then, what did I miss?" He said, trying to seem nonchalant, when in reality, he was dying to know the castle gossip. Not that he'd ever tell Pansy and Astoria, they'd hound him for eternity. 

"Umm... let me think. Oh yeah, so, Anna Dbrovnik in 7th year had a pregnancy scare, but it was okay because it turned out she hadn't even had sex, Lavender Brown has a crush on Ron Weasley, and Y/N and Cormac McLaggen started dating." Astoria reeled off, noticing Theo's face harden and him sit up at her last words. 

"What?" He said lethally quietly. "Oh yeah, turns out he's her soulmate, which none of us really saw coming, and now they're going out. Weird right?" Pansy continued brightly, obviously aware of what she'd just done.

"I didn't know it was possible to have two soulmates." Theo said quietly. Seven heads turned his way. "Alright man, what the flip?" Said Lorenzo, earning a badly disguised giggle from Mattheo. 

"Y/N's my soulmate, and now I find out I have to share her with McLaggen?" Theo spat bitterly. Some cruel trick of nature. "That's not possible. Everyone only has one soulmate, it's written into the laws of the universe or something." Tom said, trying to appear indifferent. 

"So that means either you're lying, which I doubt, or McLaggen is. WHAT A LITTLE WHORE!" Astoria screeched, furious on your behalf. "Alright, calm down babe." Pansy grabbed her shoulders, pulling Astoria back and kissing her head. 

"I WILL NOT BE SILENT! SOME UGLY GRYFFINDOR HOE HAS DECIEVED MY BEST FRIEND!" Astoria said, voice raising in decibels with each syllable. 

Pansy thought for a second, and then realised something. "She already knows."

There was a sharp intake of breath from several people, before Blaise asked the all important question. "How do you know?" 

Pansy slid down onto the sofa. "She froze up when we asked her how it felt to find out McLaggen was her soulmate. We mentioned the whole colours thing and she looked so confused, she clearly didn't know that that's how it works. How did we not see that?" Pansy groaned. 

Theo coughed. "So... if she knew he wasn't her soulmate and knew he'd been lying to her, why did she still go to him?" He said, trying to douse the flame burning in his chest with water. 

"Knowing Y/N, that's not going to be a date for her, it's going to be a confrontation." Draco smirked. The water became gasoline, the fire burning it's way through his body before reaching his brain and shocking him into motion.

"I have to tell Y/N. I have to at least talk to her, even if she rejects me." Theo said, standing quickly. Pansy scoffed. "Yeah, as if she's about to reject you." Astoria giggled, and Theo froze. 

"What?"

Theo, you're almost as blind as Astoria without contacts." Astoria stopped giggling and glared at her girlfriend, who gave her an apologetic look. "Y/N's had an itty bitty massive crush on you since you were kids, Theo." Pansy said, rubbing his shoulder sympathetically. "So don't screw this up, or we'll all hit you to Pluto." She said brightly. Theo turned to the group. 

"That true? You'd all hit me to Pluto if I hurt her?" There was a collective silence, and Theo exhaled. "Wow, thanks guys." He said sarcastically. 

"I'd only hit you to mars, but that's because of cracky joints." Enzo offered. Theo rolled his eyes, standing and leaving the common room, speed walking down corridors to try and find you. 

"WRONG WAY! SHE'S AT THE LIBRARY!" Pansy called after him. He flushed, before turning and running the correct way. 

...

Your POV

You had been waiting just under half an hour for McLaggen, with him still no show. You sighed quietly, before beginning to walk away from the library, wandering aimlessly towards the Gryffindor common room to try check on him. 

You had barely got a corridor away when McLaggen appeared infront of you, chest heaving and out of breath. "GOT- HELD- UP- WITH- UH... HOMEWORK!" He wheezed, catching his breath. Your eyes quickly roved over him, taking in his appearance. You noticed his half done belt, and a lipstick print on his ruffled collar, his rumpled shirt.

You didn't have to be a Ravenclaw to work that one out. But instead of feeling upset, or angry, or mad.. you felt nothing. Maybe a little disappointed, given you thought he was better than that, but honestly? Recent events had dissipated the few shreds of respect you still had for him. 

"Yes, I'm sure homework can be incredible distracting." You said quietly. He didn't appear to notice. "Right so, shall we go?" He said presumptuously. You shook your head. 

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you." You said nervously. He groaned. "Y/N, you talk too much, we'll be late." He said, rolling his eyes, gripping your wrist and attempting to pull you along. A few students looked on at this. You bit back a retort, wrenching your wrist from his grip. 

"Why'd you tell me we're soulmates?" You asked carefully. He turned, shock evident on his face as his hand became clammy. "Because we are, babe. Come along now." He said through gritted teeth. You shook your head vehemently, as Theodore and a few of your other friends came around the corner, out of breath, Theodore in front.

"I could see colours before I saw you. You took advantage of me, and you lied to me. I want to know why." You took a step closer, glaring at him. 

He took a step back, a smirk crossing his face, which you felt a burning urge to slap. "Calm it, Y/N, or I'll think you're confused. You sure you don't need to see madam Pomfrey?" He said in mock sympathy, obviously trying to get a laugh out of his audience. No-one laughed. 

Theo stepped forward, coming to stand beside you. "You can do this, Tesoro. Don't let him gaslight you." He whispered to you. You smiled. Cormac frowned.

"What are you saying to her?" He glared. 

"I'm telling her the best way to dismember you without getting caught." Theo deadpanned, smirking at you with that signature look of his. You grinned up at him, and Tom raised an eyebrow. "You're talking about method five right?" He said, frowning.

Theo rolled his eyes. "I was being sarcastic, but yes, if I was to tell her I'd use that one." Tom nodded and returned to his position against the wall. 

"You're being stupid, Y/N. You know I'm your soulmate, so stop being so ridiculous." He scoffed, pulling you towards him. Theo gently pulled you back, pulling McLaggen's hands off of you with such force that he winced. 

"You don't touch her, Signor Piccolo Cazzo." Theo taunted, glaring. He pushed you behind him. "You don't get to walze in here, gaslight her and act like she's the problem. È incredibile e tu non meriti di pulirle le scarpe." (Mr Small dick) (She's incredible, and you are not worth of wiping her shoes.)

McLaggen clenched his fists, clearly not knowing what Theo was saying, but getting the gist of it. "Look it's none of your goddamn business Nott, just fuck off back to your own country." You started at that, walking forward and slapping him across the face. Cormac reeled. 

"FUCK Y/N? WHY WOULD YOU HIT YOUR SOULMATE?" He yelled, clearly playing the victim. No-one came to help him. 

"She's not your fucking soulmate." Theo said, lethally quiet. You were surprised. How did he know that?

"YOU CAN'T PROVE THAT NOTT, CAN YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW?" McLaggen taunted him. And that was Theo's breaking point. 

"BECAUSE SHE'S MY SOULMATE. SHE'S MEANT TO BE MINE, AND I'M FUCKING HERS, AND MERLIN DAMN ME IF I LET A STRONZO LIKE YOU STEAL HER HEART." Theo exploded, towering over McLaggen. 

You froze. Looking at Theo. Looking at McLaggen. Looking at Theo. Him looking at you.

 "It's you." 

It wasn't a question. It was barely a statement. It was a truth, unknown until now. 

"Whatever. You were a fucking bet anyway." Cormac said, rolling his eyes. At that, Theo turned, and you gripped his wrist, pulling him away from McLaggen. 

"I don't want you to get in trouble." You whispered to him. 

"Solare, right now I couldn't care less." He murmured to you. You smiled, shaking your head. "I don't think we need to do anything." You gestured to a furious Ravenclaw girl. 

"You said you'd broken up." She glared at Cormac. "Y/N, girl, I swear I wouldn't have gone near him if I'd known you were still together." She said, turning to you apologetically. You shook your head, smiling. 

"Don't worry." She smiled gratefully, before her friends dragged him off, no doubt to violently insult him.

You turned back to Theo, before you hugged him tightly. He started, before he wrapped you into a hug, putting his chin on your head. (Before someone says something about being a pick me short girl, I'm literally 5'2 irl lol I'm basing this off of my height and experiences (or lack of)

"So..." You whispered, looking up at him. He smiled down at you, that small smile reserved only for you. 

"I know." He exhaled. 

"Why didn't you tell me? It's not like you didn't have time, hell, you must have known like eight months?" You said, upset. 

"I wanted you to come to me because you like me, not because we habe some soul connection. And I was pretty sure I was the last guy around that you'd want as your soulmate. When you described your ideal soulmate, you said someone willing to defend you, and when I did, you told me I didn't need to. I was confused, Bella." He said desperately.

"I told you you didn't need to because I hate seeing you hurt! It physically pains me, Teddy." Theo tightened his hold on you at that. "I really really care about you Theo, and that's probably because I'm desperately in love with you." You said, cheeks warming as you looked down. "You feel right. And you were the first thing I saw when I woke up, which is why I was always able to see colours." You realised.

You felt a hand on your chin, tilting your face up before a pair of lips met your forehead. Then your nose. Then each of your cheeks. The corner of your mouth. And finally, your lips.

Your first kiss with Theo was everything you had imagined in your little daydreams before bed to help you fall asleep. Except, this time, your brain hadn't just skipped to the good part, you had actually gone through and experienced all the build up. And god was it worth it. 

He pulled back after a moment, and your lips chased his, eliciting a chuckle from him as he kissed you back. 

"I love you like you are my oxygen. My sunshine." He murmurs to you, holding you close and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You giggled.

"We've both been such idiots." You whispered, smiling. 

"Thank god Pansy told me you love me or this would have been mortifying." He smirked, laughing lowly. You gasped. 

"PANSY!" You struggled against the hands around your waist, attempting to get to her. "THEO- LET- ME- GO!" You glared at your soulmate as he chuckled.  

"Much as I'd love to see you try fight, love, I don't want you to hurt your friends." You glared. "WHY?!"

"You'd be sad in the morning." He said, smiling. 

"Seriously? That's your only objection?" Pansy looked unimpressed. 

Theo shrugged. "If it makes her happy." He smiled down at you, where you had given up in your attempts to escape and were relaxing back into his warmth. 

"Damn you and your stupid perfectness." You whispered to him, , and he leaned down and kissed you until you were smiling again.

A/N: My first soulmate AU! GAH! Hope you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment or reblog if you did, requests still open, have a good one <3

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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Thanks for the ride (Long Drabble) Author's Notes: Personally this one is the worst one of the four. Also I didn't expect this to be this long. Warnings: MDNI, Angst

Did Soap enjoy being a little shit? Most of the time. But when it involved hurting you, even disguised as Price’s doing, he couldn’t find any joy in it. He may have successfully ruined Price in your eyes but at what cost?

He knew that you would only take so much of this. He wasn’t stupid. You will snap one day and all of their efforts to keep you will end up being futile. But some sick part of him hoped that you liked them enough to stay. That’ll you’ll hold out as much as they have so far.

And if you hold out long enough, maybe, just maybe, Soap can outlast the others. It’s only a matter of time before the others get over their little crush. Right?

But until then, he’ll be waiting. He’ll keep his distance but he’ll come as soon as you start calling.

Like now, as his phone lights up with your name. It’s Friday morning and he’s currently spotting Gaz on the bench press when his phone starts to ring. His heart jumps when he sees your name. He swipes his phone and answers it.

“Sergeant MacTavish,” he says. He cringes at his words.

“Sergeant,” you start. He could cry. He’s not just your sergeant, he’s Johnny, your Johnny-boy. “I am so sorry to bother you so early but I didn’t know who else to call.” He could tell from the tone of your voice that you were in trouble. He turns around to avoid Kyle from overhearing.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I'm okay, but... I... I'm on my way to base, but my car just broke down. I'd walk but I won't make it on time to today's meeting if I do. Is there anyway you can pick me up? I'll pay for gas and your time. Again, I am so sorry for bother--"

"It's not a bother. I'll be there in 10." He hangs up the phone before you can say anything else. Soap was truly God's favorite. Despite everything, you still called him. And like always, he'll answer.

"Everything good there, buddy?" pipes up Gaz.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry. Uh... just one of the techs," Soap explains. He grabs his bag and tells Gaz he has to go... "bomb emergency." He leaves and rushes to his room. He zips through his room, trying to change into something less sweaty. He wasn't sure why, but his heart was racing.

Was he nervous?

Of course he was nervous.

This would be the first time in over a month that you called him for something that didn't involve a mission. There would be no Ghost, no Price, no Gaz to get in his way. He sprays some perfume that you had gotten him for his birthday, grabs his keys, and runs out of his room.

It's just a straight shot - straight down the hall and to the parking lot. Should be easy?

Wrong.

Waiting for him at the door was his fellow sergeant, Kyle Gaz Garrick.

"Where you going there, buddy? Isn't techs on the other side of the base?" He stands up straight, staring the Scotsman down.

Soap does the same. One way or another, he was going to give you that ride. "It is, but it'll be faster if I drive there. So if you can move, you'd make my day." He tries to side-step Gaz, but Gaz stay still. "Move!" Soap tries to push his teammate. Kyle pushes back, pinning him up against the wall, his arm over his neck.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? Mate, your brightness and volume were all the way up ," he scoffs. "You really think I'm going to let you be the hero here."

"Get off!" Soap roars. He shoves Kyle back and punches him in the gut, forcing the sergeant to fall to his knees. However, it does nothing to stop him as Kyle lunges at the Scotsman, forcing him on the floor. They tussle for a bit before two pairs of arms pull the sergeants off from one another.

"What the hell is going on here?" commands Price. He has Soap in his grip while Ghost grabs Gaz.

"Soap here is trying to see them without us," Gaz spits out. Soap feels Price's hold on him tighten. Soap tries to explain himself. How you had called HIM for a ride and he was just trying to be a good teammate.

Price lets out an empty laugh. "Just like how I was trying to help with lunch." Fuck. Soap knew that was going to bite him in the ass, but he didn't think so soon. Ghost lets Gaz go. Gaz walks towards Soap and snatches the keys from his hands.

Soap tries to stop him, but it's no use, Price isn't budging.

And you of course don't know that all of this is going back on base. You're stuck in your car, waiting for Soap to come pick you up. You weren't happy that you called him, but you really had no choice. The bus had already passed, you didn't have enough time to walk, and it looked like it was going to rain. Besides, Soap said it wasn't a bother.

15 minutes have passed and you were starting to get antsy. The meeting was going to start soon and Soap still hadn't come by. You decide to text him... worst case, he's driving and can't answer.

You: Hey! Sorry to bother, but are you close? Again thank you so much for the ride

You put your phone down and look out the window.

Buzz, buzz.

Johnny-boy: Something came up. Sorry.

No fucking way. You could cry right now. And not even out of disappointment, but out of anger. You don't even bother to answer. You turn off your phone and jump out of your car. At this point, it didn't even matter. You were going to be late either way. What's the point of giving them a heads up?

And to your luck, it starts to rain... hard. Could your day get any worse? Fuck, your month, really? Whatever you did, there's no way it was that bad to deserve all of this.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the racing car blasting rock music behind you.

Back on base, Soap is close to just dying in his seat. The 141 are all in the conference room, waiting for your arrival. Gaz and Price are in their seats while Ghost blocks the door. He can see his phone in his Lieutenant's pocket.

Soap begs him to let him go. It's pouring out there and knowing how stubborn you could be, you're probably walking in this weather.

Price shoots him a pointed look. "You really think I'd let them walk in this rain. I already sent some rookies to pick them up." And on cue, his phone rings. "Look, it's the rookies."

Price answers the phone. But instead, of keeping his neutral face, he just frowns. "What do you mean they're not there?" Soap's blood runs cold. Price argues with the rookies for a bit until he hangs up. The room tenses. Everyone looks at Price with baited breath. They all assume the worst. But before anyone can even suggest it, the door opens.

"141! My favorite team! How are... what's with the long faces?" The men all pause. They all had forgotten that Nikolai was going to help them on this next op.

"Nik, not the time," Price grumbles out. All of the men agree. Right now, you were missing and it was all their fault.

Nik gets serious and takes a seat. He assures them that things will work out. Once you finish changing, you can all brainstorm and find a solution.

Once you finish changing?

Soap makes the connection first. He asks Nik if you were on base.

"Da. Found them on my way here." Soap could just cry out of joy. You were okay. You were alive.

His joy is cut short when you come in. You don't say anything. You take your seat at the end of the table.

You look at all of them with indifference, with apathy. "Let's get started."

Soap calls your name. He wasn't sure what he was going to say. All he knew was that he needed to talk to you.

You glare at him. "Sergeant MacTavish, we've wasted enough time today. Let's just do our job," you spit out. You reel in your anger. You were done with Soap, with this team, with everyone.

Soap sinks in his seat. He didn't think you were capable of hatred.

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[norman-fucking-reedus]

Hey babes, love your work so much🩷

Could you possibly write some body worship and appreciation on daryl (including giving him head)? Like really sweet and caring but also hot as fuck? Lord knows he dederves/needs to hear it😩 Also another idea that popped into my head, could be in this or another fic, but him pulling your hair while fucking you from the behind, not like super rough or anything just kinda affectionate.

Pardon my rambling and thank you for always feeding my inner whore!💖

IT'S JUST A BODY OF YEARS

"That I leave all alone"

THE FUNTIME PARTS: Daryl x Fem!Reader, big boy is insecure, body worship, blowjobs, tbh daryl is a bit subby in this, face-fucking, gentle sex with some gentle hair pulling, creampies and a breeding kink of course

this request is another really old one that I only just recently got an idea for because for some reason I've been absolutely feining to just suck daryls dick. like I want his man peenar in my mouth like candy.

i feel like he gets overly insecure pretty often, some of it dates back to his childhood because I feel like there were definitely times where daryls father shamed him for eating or being "too big" at a young age, so there's always been some self-hatred that he just needs to have kissed and sucked away

I did take a little mental health break and i feel a bit better, I ended up having to go through my drafts and inbox to clear out mainly the super old requests that I just had no interest in, I really really wanna open my reqs back up for new and fresh ideas but first I have to finish the ones I already have

if this flops im deleting my blog and tumblr

Daryl Dixon wasn’t a man of many words, and he didn’t need to be in order for you to understand him.

His body spoke for him, from shy hands resting on your hips to soft kisses trailing up your neck, Daryl never needed to voice how he felt about you, and he knew how you felt about him, but sometimes he couldn’t figure out why.

Even now, as he stands in front of the mirror with his shirt off nitpicking at each imperfection littering his skin, he still can’t figure out why.

He was nothing but a low-class hotheaded redneck from deep in the south. You were so far out of his league that it was almost unbelievable that you'd ever want someone like him. Someone as breathtakingly gorgeous and downright stunning as you stuck with someone as dirty and disgusting as him.

The skin of his body was so rough and utterly ruined, cringing at the feeling of raised scars on his chest under the tips of his blistered fingers. How could you ever feel an attraction to someone like him?

He folded his arms across his chest, growling softly as he frustratedly blinked back angry tears as he tore his eyes away from the mirror, straight up offended by the state of his own body.

You approached him from where you were watching sadly in the doorway, sliding gentle hands around his waist and feeling him jerk away from the sudden contact in his vulnerable state. He never wanted you to see him cry. Hell, at this point he didn't want you to see him at all.

“Dun' look at me” He mumbled, arms tightening around himself as a wave of self-hate washed over him once more, your touch burning against his skin.

“But I love looking at you,” You whispered softly, hands trailing up his sides and coming to a rest on one of his biceps. “I love all of you”

Daryl shook his head, hiding his face behind his hair as hot tears welled up in his eyes again. “How? Why?” He had so many questions, but none of them seemed mattered when your hands ran up his arms and gently tried to pry them from his chest.

He balled up his fists by his sides, but you stepped in front of him and brought them into your own. “Well to start, I love your hands. You just don’t know how good the hands of a hard-working man feels” You said as you kissed the palm of his hands, nuzzling your cheek against them in a cat-like manner. "So rough and ragged, but so gentle and kind"

Daryl flushed a little as your face made contact with his palm, almost reflexively hold your cheek as you held it against your skin, kissing a soft trail against his palm, moving to his wrist and down the length of his arm.

Daryl did take a lot of pride in his arms, and you knew that better than anyone, dragging your fingers along his forearm where you could feel the veins protruding, bringing the digits up to his large bicep. “I love your muscles, my big strong man who can carry me anywhere I want with your drool-worthy arms"

At that, a small smile cracked on his face, but it disappeared once your fingers made their way up and across his chest, easily becoming insecure all over again.

He brought a hand down to your waist to stop you, squeezing it as you moved your hand to his face, softly cupping his cheek and brushing away his tears with your thumb. “Hey, it’s okay. I call you 'handsome' as a nickname for a reason, 'cause it’s true” You whispered, staring into his sad eyes. You pressed your lips against his, and then to the side, down his neck. "You're gorgeous to me, Daryl"

You mumbled the words against his skin as you kissed and sucked your way down his neck, taking your time as you went across his collarbone, down to his rounded pecs, all the way across his chest, softly trailing over bumpy scars on his oh-so-nicely sculpted abs, slowly lowering yourself down onto your knees as you worshipped your absolute hunk of man.

"I love your whole body. So built and sturdy, big and thick," You said in a sultry tone as you glanced up at him, running a hand over his bulge and cupping it through the fabric, watching the way his face flushed a deep red all the way down to his chest. "Just so perfect"

Daryl's fingers tangled gently in your hair, almost nervous as you pressed open-mouth kisses against his now-straining cock, sucking on the growing wet patch where his tip was. A deep groan pulled itself from his throat, your lips moving against his flesh as you moved to pull his boxers down with your teeth, yanking them the rest of the way down until he was in nothing but his bare skin, putting all of him on display just for you.

You kissed his defined hipbones, wrapping your hands around thick thighs as you trailed along his v-line, peppering feather-light kisses around his pelvis and reaching the base of his cock, his pubic hairs bushy yet somewhat trimmed.

"M'not the same from when we first met" Daryl whispered, his blunt nails scratching at your scalp as you glanced up at him, shrugging a shoulder as you teased his side with your fingers. "It's called growing up, Dar. To be fair, you were quite a chubby cutie back then"

He scoffed slightly at that. "Ain't no different now, 'always been on the bigger side"

"And I love that. Makes you so warm and loveable" You smiled softly as you placed a wet kiss against his tip, running your tongue down the underside to the base, taking one of his balls into your mouth before licking your way back up to the tip, listening to the shaky moan that left his lips as his fingers curled in your hair.

You wasted no time sliding the head of his cock into your mouth, humming around him in your own form of satisfaction as you pulled back all the way to the tip, going back down all the way to the base, relaxing your throat as you nuzzled your nose in the plush of his pubes, happily inhaling his natural scent as he groaned above you, pressing his hips forward as his cock rested snuggly in your throat.

He held you steady by your hair, pulling himself back and almost completely out before sliding right back in, repeating the action as goosebumps exploded across his skin, breathing breathlessly as he practically started to hump your face.

Tiny moans pulled themselves from your chest, flickering your eyes upwards to watch the way Daryl tossed his head back and dropped it back down, his pupils blown wide and eyes lidded, cheeks flushed a cherry red as your throat squeezed around his cock, Daryl's husky breaths and grunts filling the air as he pushed his hips forward, pressing his pelvis right up against your nose.

You pulled your head back all the way until he slipped out your mouth with a wet pop, coated in slick saliva as you suckled and kissed along the underside of his length, fingers stroking through your hair as you flickered your gaze up to meet his, smearing spit along the skin of your cheek as you basically nuzzled up against his cock.

"Wha'cha doin' down there doll?" Daryl asked in his southern drawl, raspier now from your previous antics.

He brought his hand down to the base of your neck, bringing his thumb to your chin and tilting your head upwards, watching as you innocently bat your lashes kissing against his v-line. "Just loving on my man, you're so hot"

"Real funny” Daryl said from above you, his hand cupping your face as you rubbed yourself up against him in a cat-like manner.

You smiled at him, kissing along his prominent hip bones and running your lips over any scars or imperfections. “It’s true, I’d eat you alive if you let me”

At that he scoffed, “Think m’gon pass” dropping his hand from your cheek down to your waist as you gradually kissed your way back up his body, lips fluttering against the skin of his chest as you felt the bumpy and slightly rough scars decorating his torso, running your hands up his firm pecs to wrap around his neck as your lips found their way to his face, peppering his scratchy beard in kisses.

“I love you, Daryl. I want you to see the man that I see,” You whispered against the corner of his mouth, brushing a stray hair out his face as you kissed him sorrowfully. “Not the one you see in the mirror”

His grip on you tightened, and you giggled softly when he twitched against your leg, eyes low as they flickered between you and your lips. When he kissed you. it was hungry, desperate and gentle all in one, a hand settling itself back at the base of your neck.

It wasn’t long before the air in the room started to get heated, shortly realizing that Daryl was completely nude and that you were still completely dressed, pulling away from him in order to tear your shirt off, hands helping to yank down your pants along with your underwear in a quick, fluid motion, calloused hands running themselves over your tits and squeezing, feeling their way down the rest of your bare body.

“Yer fuckin’ perfect” He mumbled out as he pulled you against him, dipping his head down in order to bite at your flesh, small groans rumbling softly through him as he groped at your waist.

You spun around him and twisted his body in order to be pinned between him and the vanity, heat pooling in your stomach as he practically towered over you. “That's what I'm trying to get you to understand”

“Oh, I understand alrigh’,” Daryl spoke in a low tone, bringing his attention back down to your neck and a soft pair of tits. “Jus’ shaped like a goddamn dream”

"Don't be so kind Sir Scupluted," You exhaled with a shaky breath, wrapping an arm around the man's neck as he pressed his skin against yours, dragging a rough hand down the pane of your back and helping himself to a handful of your round butt, scoffing out a small chuckle as your words finally processed in his mind.

"Sir Scupluted?" He repeated outloud as his breath fanned over your ear, dragging his scratchy yet soft beard along the skin of your neck.

You giggled as the fine gray hairs tickled at your flesh, Daryl's hands dipping down to grope and squeeze your hips, thumbs brushing along the skin of your inner thighs. "Have you seen yourself lately?'

Daryl grunted a little when you spun around in his grasp, forcing him to reposition his hands where they now rested on your waist, his front to your back as you smiled at him through the mirror, bringing a hand up to stroke his face as he rested his head sweetly on your shoulder, calloused palms feeling their way around your flesh lovingly as he pressed himself against you, almost trying to hide himself behind you.

It made your heart squeeze painfully, placing your other hand on top of his and looping your fingers together, brushing curls out his face as you turned to look at him, whispering out a small "Daryl," in order to full grasp his attention, a sad frown taking over your face as his striking eyes met yours, cupping his cheek. "You are the most gorgeous boy I've ever had the honor to lay hands on. You're the sweetest thing in this whole world and there isn't a thing I'd ever want to change about you. Not your face, not your voice, not your body, not anything."

He shook his head slightly in your grip, mumbling into the crook of your neck, "Ya dun' mean-" but getting quickly cut off by you pressing a finger to his lips, bumping your forehead against his. "I do mean it. You're absolutely perfect, Daryl, that won't ever change"

You spoke the words against his lips softly, humming and cupping his face as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you desperately and needily as the love in your words rang out in his head, feeling the way his heart was totally pounding in his chest and his cock was throbbing between your bodies, hands curling into your flesh.

Daryl's lips trailed down the underside of your jaw, hungrily kissing and sucking on your skin going down your neck, biting his way to your shoulders as a big palm came up to fondle one of your tits, the other snaking down to your hip as you pushed back against him, resting your hands on the dresser as you teasingly eyed him through the mirror, moaning slightly when he started to rut himself between your slick folds.

A wave of excitement pulsed through you when a large hand gripped your shoulder right near the base of your neck, Daryl pushing the head of his cock into the hot velvetiness of your cunt, a deep groan leaving his chest as he sank all the way in, nudging his pelvis up against you.

"Love my sweet boy, always making me feel so good" You almost whined the words as you clenched around him, nibbling on your bottom lip as the hand on your shoulder moved up to your hair, fingers combing and gathering the loose strands, holding them in a hand-held ponytail, nails scratching bluntly at your scalp.

Daryl was one of the only men in your life who could really make you finish, just the stretch of his cock was enough to get your eyes rolling, setting a rhythmical pace as he started to thrust his hips, pulling himself all the way back before easily slipping back in, burying his dick in the squishiest parts of you.

He admired your face as it twisted in pleasure, watching you through the mirror as you moaned with every thrust, eyes closed in bliss. He took the chance then to admire your whole body, from your round hips striped with stretch marks, all the way up the deep arch in your back to the tops of your shoulders, teeth marks and hickies already starting to bruise purple.

It didn't stop him from dipping his head down and taking the skin into his mouth again, wanting nothing more than to make it known to the whole world that you belonged to him, and that he so rightfully belonged to you.

You turned your head slightly to the side, Daryl meeting you the rest of the way and locking his lips with yours, swallowing all your tiny sounds while letting out soft groans himself, eagerly lifting one of your legs up to get that much deeper, the feeling that took over when hearing you choke and stutter over the new angle was indescribable, solely focused on making his pretty girl cum.

Which wouldn't take much longer at all, whimpers filling the room as you tensed up in his hold, the hand that was once in your hair now protectively wrapped across your chest, helping to support your body on one leg as your fingers curled into the wood below, mouth going slightly agape as your orgasm crashed into you, Daryl fucking you through it until you were trembling and twitching, slowing his movements to chase after his own release, rocking his hips against you gently as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, flushing more when fingers gripped the hair at the back of his nape, feeling your other hand squeeze his arm. "Fill me up Dar, please"

"Give ya' lots of lil' babies huh?" He mumbled against your skin, increasing the pace of his strokes as he was so close, feeling the way his orgasm tightened his balls and made his whole body hot and tingly.

You pulled him flush to your lips once more, tongues pressing and swirling around one another, tasting every little corner of his mouth happily. "Lots of them. I wanna have all your gorgeous babies"

With that, it wasn't long before Daryl's hips started to falter, a husky moan pulling itself from his chest as his cock pulsated, pumping his load into the softness of your cunt, dropping your leg back down on the ground when he pulled out with a lewd pop, instantly peppering you in kisses.

You spun back around in his arms, tossing your own around his neck and glancing at the damage you had done to his body, bites, and marks littering him from head to toe. "I love you sweetheart, I love you so much"

Daryl easily lifted you up off the ground, carrying you over to bed where he dropped down with you clinging to him, pulling the covers over both your nude bodies and squeezing you tight, so tight that it sent waves of dopamine rushing through you, heart pounding as you snuggled against your man's chest, his fingers in your hair and gently tracing shapes on your back, lips pressed to your forehead.

"Love ya' too doll, dun' know how I got so lucky" He whispered the words, and you could feel the rumble of them vibrate up close and personal, kissing right between his pecs. "Anyone would be lucky to have a man as faultless as you, but not anyone else can have my beautiful boy"

Hey everyone look!! Im about to drop another fic and then not drop for another three months!!!!!

WHOS EXCITED FOR THAAAT🤗🔥🔥

But anyway, I had plans to actually start scheduling posts but I don’t write that fast to do that so i’m just gonna throw this into the crowd and vanish again 🙏🏾‼️

also i have something against all of you who still use my tag but WHATEVERS. 🙄 A sexy bitch like me improvises (i asked daddy krys for help)

[thekissofaphrodite]

Can you do a smut part 2 for “Waterloo” where clarisse gets really jealous and tells reader that if she breaks up with her boyfriend she will ✨reward✨ reader so reader breaks up with her boyfriend after some contemplating. When clarisse found out that reader actually broke up with him she drags reader somewhere and smut pursues.

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED IT??!??! HOLYSHII

Take a chance with me

Clarisse La Rue X Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader

PART 2 OF WATERLOO

Summary: After the incident in the bathrooms, Clarisse decided she had enough of your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.

Warnings: (Light) SMUT. Cursing and cheating, misogynists (Remind me if i missed one!)

Author's note: THIS TOOK KINDA LONG SINCE THIS IS A COLLABORATION WITH MY BESTFRIEND, I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS! (i added a little twist in the end)

Collab with -🍵 <33

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It was another painful day with your boyfriend, Keith. Camp Half-Blood was still in its normal route, Daily Practices, Bonfire singalongs, Games, But there's someone who you can't stop thinking about.

Clarisse

Her chapped lips moving in sync with your soft ones while your lipstick smudged. It was all tempting.

But now here you are, With you boyfriend's gang, trying not to cringe every time they made a bad joke, You could only stare at Clarisse from afar, while she trained with her siblings, Yelling at them at the same time.

I love charlie, But you aren't mine.

"How 'bout you, Y/n? why're you here? shouldn't you supposed to be in tea parties making friendship bracelets and painting your nails?" Asked logan, One of Keith's friends. Then, all of them started laughing, You looked at your boyfriend, trying to spot any signs of empathy, But he, himself laughed along with his friends.

That bitch.

Then you snapped.

"The only thing that you should be doing right now is to keep that pretty little mouth shut" They walked towards you, Your boyfriend, Keith had the same look they had, Rage. You wondered for a second, Why was he looking at you like that? Why was he siding with the people who wronged you?

"How about you? Logan? Shouldn't you be keeping an eye on your Godly parent since you haven't been claimed yet?" You raised a brow at him while looking stern, "I'm certain any God would be embarrassed to have you as their son. Hence being unclaimed for almost two years straight" Your lips curled into a small smirk as you watched his eyes widened in fury.

The gang then stood up and looked at you, eyes fuming with anger as if it could eat you alive. You never meant it, You even felt sorry for the poor boy, But you couldn't help it, They were like this every time you were with them, Is it so bad to stand up for yourself?

You stepped back, carefully analyzing their faces, keeping an eye for any upcoming blows or attacks, As they slowly walked towards you, You bumped into someone.

She held her head high, towering over you even though you were only two inch shorter than her. Seeing Clarisse, you felt relief wash over you, internally sighing, You let your guard down a bit, but not entirely.

Shit. You thought. Your mind panicked thinking that you got cornered by them and on instinct you immediately thought of using your charm speak, trying to find an escape route. Yet determined to fight against them you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the amount of people you're about to fight.

As you were trying to find the right words to use against them, You felt a strong body behind you, you quickly turned around and saw none other than Clarisse La Rue. Her usual intimidating demeanour still plastered on her face as she glared at the group of boys.

"Is anything the matter?" She asked, Her eyes darting from you to the group of boys.

"None of your damn business, La Rue. Let us do our thing" One of the boys, Yuan, said.

" By 'thing' you mean terrorizing MY 'friend' her to death?" Hearing those words you refrain to sneak a glance at Clarisse, As if she didn't just fucked you inside the camp bathroom days ago.

Someone scoffed, It was Keith. Looking at Clarisse with a judgeful look.

"She's MY girlfriend, La Rue. Therefore my property." He said with a boastful look. "Who are you to stick your nose around our business? You're just an outsider in this.. —" Registering Clarisse's words, he sent a scowling look towards you, Forgetting the current situation he turned around to face you fully. "L/n." There was it again. The use of your surname and that warning tone he uses whenever you two argue.

You loathed moments like this. Every argument you had with him you always felt belittled while trying to fight for your rights, but it always ends up with Keith shifting the blame to you every.single.damn.time. "What? Levine." You answered firmly, But this time, You aren't backing down this war of words.

Your expression changed, Your eyes says it all, But you kept your head high. When Clarisse was about to defend you, you quickly stretched out your arm to refrain her from doing anything rash. "You've got the nerve to say that when YOU'RE the one who's following them around, doing EVERY SINGLE THING that they asked for!"

Keith then sneered at you, He was never used to you talking back, But here you are, standing proudly, ready to defend yourself. But of course, he bites back. "Friends? really? Impossible, You know your mother and her father had relations, Long story short, Fucking. Plus, look at La Rue, Compared to her, You're just an attention seeking lapdog"

At that moment, Clarisse was ready to pierce her spear into your shitty boyfriend's head, Thinking about it.. the sight of him with his head pierced pooling with blood made her quite satisfied.

Keith's expression changed, He knew what was gonna happened, That's why he stepped up and approached you, Trying to hold your hand.

"I'm sorry baby" He whispered,as he got a hold of your hands. "You know I didn't mean to insult you like that, I love you Y/n, you know that right baby? I love you so much Y/n". Clarisse raised her dark brows, Looking at you, waiting for your response.

"Okay...I forgive you.." You whispered, Your breathing became normal and you didn't know why, You didn't know why you always give in his sugar coated lies but you couldn't refuse his touch and those doe eyes of his. You could've easily be more mad at him but you knew better than adding fuel to the fire when a lot of people are watching.

Not long after hearing your response, Keith then smiled 'sweetly' as he hugged you. Pressing his nose against your soft hair as he inhaled your sweet scent.

Clarisse's POV

Clarisse stood there awkwardly, Watching you with careful eyes wondering, Why the fuck you forgave him and why the the fuck were you still willing to be with that sick bastard.

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I clutched my spear in hand, whilst watching Y/n from afar, Already with her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. It had been a week since that incident in the mess hall happened, I wondered why she would submit easily to his will, Just a simple apology wouldn't make the cut.

Then, I saw her kiss her boyfriend's lips before getting up, the sight of keith's lips touching her was enough to make me gag. I wanted to talk to you, shooting one last glance at my half siblings, I slipped away and followed Y/n.

Y/n was heading towards the Amphitheatre, I suppose she was there to meet her friends, But before she could even reach the steps, I pulled her aside near the armory, When her back hit the wall, I slammed the door shut and opened the small light switch.

She was about to scream, But as soon as the light illuminated the room and revealed me, She closed her mouth and sighed.

"Clarisse..What—" Before she could even answer i cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes, Her brows furrowed, Her eyes darting to my eyes and lips.

Then, I kissed her, Not because of passion, Because i was mad at her, Because she was still with the boy either of us hated, Mad at her for kissing him every stupid arguments when she was supposed to be mine. I kissed her hoping that this is the final time I get to kiss her in the shadows. "Break up with him." I said to her in a whisper as I pulled away from the kiss, her eyes widened in shock, lips quivering nervously or was it excitement?

I waited eagerly for her response, Imagining all of the things we could do together without her boyfriend sticking his nose into our business, wanting her back while she's still in my arms. My trance was broken when I saw her face deplete in a disagreeing expression, I immediately pecked her lips before whispering in her ear. "Because if you do, I might just give you a special reward in return"

I winked at her, My arms still gripping her waist, "What kind of reward?" She asked, Her eyes beaming with hope. I then caressed her cheeks "You'll have to find out"

That sentence made her think for a moment, I watched her carefully, Praying to the Gods that she will agree, So that I can finally hold her hand and kiss her right in front of everyone. Loudly and Proudly.

After a moment, I was rewarded with the sight of her nodding in agreement, "Yeah, I'll do it" I smiled, so widely that my cheeks hurt, But I couldn't care less, She also smiled, Making my heart melt as i felt her lips touch mine.

It was now the next day, the day after that talk you had with Clarisse in the armor room and the day you'll finally dump your shitty ass boyfriend. Making you way through out the camp you walk towards cabin 9, opening the door you welcomed yourself into your boyfriend's- well soon to be ex boyfriend's cabin. As you were about to call out his name you heard a noise, "What if someone sees us, Honey?" You heard a female voice say — It was between a moan and a gasp.

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You walk into the room more careful not to disturb their "love making", you cleared your throat. "Excuse me?" you said in an uninterested tone, you watch the two quickly pull away from each other, Keith even pushed the girl away, making her yelp as her body hit the cold ground.

You peaked through the small corner that seperated you and— well, Keith and and his lover. The girl that Keith was kissing sat on top of the counter you onced sat, Her hands roaming around your soon to be ex's body, Followed by his groan. "Then let them see my love, let them see how much we love each other" Keith said to his lover while letting out a small breathy chuckle.

At first you wanted to back down from all of this and break down in your cabin but then you remembered Clarisse's words.. 'Break up with him. Because if you do, I might just give you a special reward in return'. That's when you realize you're not going to lose anything except a little bit of face and reputation,but you'll be free from your shitty boyfriend's manipulation, you'll be free from the toxicity of this relationship, you'll finally be with Clarisse.

"What was that for?!" She yelled, her hair disheveled, But keith ignored her, Stuttering and trying to find right words to explain what you just walked into.

"Sweethea-"

Before he could even explain, You slapped him, Fast and Sharp, He tumbled lightly, But thanks to his muscular body, he managed to keep his balance. Keith clenched his jaw.

"Save it, Keith. I don't wanna hear excuses coming from your mouth that once touched mine! You're disgusting"

You glared at the girl, ready to attack her, but your instinct stopped you, You looked at them with red eyes one last time before leaving. You didn't care if they started kissing again, You didn't care if they talked shit about you, All you cared about is that you're free.

After storming out of the hephaestus cabin, Your first thought was Clarisse, There was no more plotting on how to conduct your affair without him seeing, for the Gods see everything.

You then ran around camp, trying to spot your lover for you had missed her so dearly, craving her touch every second that passes by.

Then, You noticed every camper huddled into small groups, heading towards the camp fire, the ares cabin slowly emptying itself, But Clarisse was nowhere to be found, You felt disappointed but there was a little hope inside you, That's why you walked towards her cabin, You could've sworn you saw her silhouette, Peaking, You saw her sitting on the edge of her bed.

She looked- Nervous...? But her face changed when she saw you, The Ares girl stood up and ran towards you.

"Well?" She asked breathily, Waiting for the response that can change your lives.

"We're over, Him and I" Clarisse felt like a big heavy boulder has been lifted up her shoulders, She then proceeded to cup your cheeks, Her eyes glistening with love.

"Good, He doesn't deserve you" She whispered before kissing you, Pushing you into her bed, You groaned and ran your fingers through her messy curls as she bit your lower lip. You let out a small moan before feeling her palms going in your inner thighs, She pushed you, until you felt your legs touch her bed, She laid you down, straddling you. Clarisse pulled away, taking the matters into her own hands, she undressed you herself, revealing your red bra, It lifted your breasts, That made her smile, watching it rise up and down.

You then tugged on her shirt, Desperate to see her, Clarisse smiled and undressed herself, Her bra was a black one, with laces, But it didn't held your breasts up, It seems like her bra was merely a decoration.

It all then happened so fast, Clarisse's sweaty body pressed against yours as you two moaned, Legs intertwined, moaning each other's names. Her peppering your neck with hickeys mercilessly while her legs rubbed between your thighs creating unimaginable frictions, Her fingers inside you, Curling themselves. Clarisse watched you carefully, gasping and moaning gripping her sheets for dear life, She didn't care if her fresh sheets were stained, as long as it came from you.

Clarisse pressed her lips against your red ones, Gripping the back of neck, pressing you closer to her, she whispered "He doesn't love you like I do, Honey.." She then proceeded to kiss you, trailing her lips down to your breasts.

You two were so lost in eachother you didn't even noticed it, An invisible golden net dropped down the ceiling, You screamed as Clarisse fought against the net, But it was so strong and thin, No matter how hard Clarisse looked, She couldn't even see it. You and Clarisse both thrashed and fought against the metal, Until a shadow emerged from the doorway.

Keith.

He looked quite broken, seeing the scene before him, his face said it all, He had not want to believe it, and it hurt him...To the core.

For a second, Clarisse almost felt sorry for the wrench...Almost. But then his face hardened and he burst into a fury. He cursed obscenities to you, And then called out into everyone to see the shameful scene. And in their hoards, they came running. Clarisse turned to you and shielded you as best she can from their prying eyes. Courses of laughter ran out around us and The Hephaestus Boy looked satisfied.

He called out mocking words, and threatening to keep you and Clarisse naked and trapped for all eternity as a punishment.

But Clarisse held her head high and spoke;

"If i had a choice, There is no place i'd rather be...Trapped with the love of my life? What a punishment indeed..." Clarisse mocked him, Then all of the Demigods started laughing...But this time, at the little fool, Keith. And he shrunk in on himself, he turned red in embarrassment.

No one knew that you and keith had broken up, That's why you and clarisse were the hot gossip.

The Hephaestus boy stormed out, as the fit of laughter became louder, dragging with him the net that had trapped you two, But Clarisse couldn't care less, She demanded the door to be shut and be alone with you, so the campers did left.

As Selene crossed the skies with her silver chariot, You laid with Clarisse and dozed of, Still bare from the activities you guys had done.

And when Helios crossed the skies in the morning, Clarisse wrapped her arms around you and inhaled your scent, Knowing that you're hers...Loudly and Proudly.

A/N: HOLYSHI THIS TOOK SO LONG. I ADDED A LITTLE TWIST SINCE I WANNA MAKE THE 'The history book on the shelf, is always repeating itself' ACCURATE! WHATCHA THINK ABOUT IT? SORRY THIS TOOK LONG! <33 I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!

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[sweetandsavageautistic]

(CW: Cringe, Autism Parents stuff, drunk mention, infantilization)

So I don't have a degree in Graphic Design, but I do have a sense of general aesthetic. I figured that it's April. Let's rate, and potentially verbally tear apart and drag through the mud, some autism shirts and graphic designs, and I'll probably do a part 2, these scores are only semi-arbitrary: First up is this:

Already off the top, I am confusion because it seems to read "I wear puzzle cousin autism awareness". Sounds like whoever made this was drunk.

Puzzle pieces, ew.

The red, yellow, green, and blue look like the shades you'd see in elementary school, so that seems pretty infantilizing.

Autism Awareness, I am very much aware of my existence.

Final Score: 0 out of 10. Designer, go home; you're drunk.

Next we have this:

This one already has a slight advantage over the first because it's at least coherent in terms of the message.

Elementary school colors, but make it extra tacky.

Puzzle pieces; don't try to bullshit me by putting the autism awareness banner over it, I can see the other indents that make them puzzle pieces.

Once again, I am well aware of my own existence.

At least it's a smaller design.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10, and that's being generous.

Next one's not a shirt, but it still counts:

No blue so thank God for that.

This is up to personal preference, but to me, the person-first language is giving "I need to be reminded that someone is a person."

Puzzle pieces. Ew. Don't BS me, I can see them.

Walk down Autism Lane. (it's right below the word LOVE) Sorry, but we don't allow ableists on Autism Lane; you need to be a premium member and to be a premium member, you need to not be a dick.

The pumpkin disturbs me for some reason, and not in the Halloween way; I mean, it just straight-up disturbs me.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10. Bury it in a shallow grave.

Just found this one:

It's easy on the eyes at least.

No tacky elementary school colors.

No puzzle pieces.

The bunny's cute, but this also seems very infantilizing.

Person first language is a no for me.

Why are all of the is lowercase, but the others are uppercase?

Final Score: 5 out of 10. Not great, but not terrible.

Here we have simple:

Elementary school colors, but credit where credit's due; it's not terrible on the eyes.

Why is blessed on there three times?

One big-ass puzzle piece.

"Autism blesses" Yes, because being bullied by my peers, being indirectly told who I am is wrong, having the worst time making friends, always feeling like I'm never truly part of a friend group, being confused when some adults got mad at me, not having anyone to play with at 4 years old is an absolute fucking blessing. /s And that's the tip of the iceberg.

"Fun", "Sweet", "Cute".....it's the infantilization for me.

Final Score: 3 out of 10. No further elaboration.

Then there's this monstrosity:

I call this color Patronizing Paraprofessional Blue, aka the tackiest shade of blue ever.

It looks like something one of those older white suburban millennial moms would wear. Like something a Karen would wear to one of those autism walks or one of those social skills teachers who talk in that slowed-down patronizing kindergarten teacher tone with that fake-ass smile, no matter how old you are. You know the one I'm talking about, right? Yeah, they'd wear this.

Puzzle piece. Light It Up Blue. Ew.

We all know what organization this supports.

Final Score: -10 out of 10. Burn it.

Let's get in a good one to counter that abomination of a shirt and end part one on a higher note:

Nice simple design with a black background.

No tacky elementary school colors.

Identity-first language.

Really counters the....what the fuck would it be called? The UwU autism parent thing? ("I am his voice, he is my heart," "See the able, not the label," etc,.) It counters that.

The light sparkle around "a bitch" is chef's kiss.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. Perfection.

[faeriekit]

Down and Out

phic phight prompts taken from @sillysugargliders and @akela-nakamura

“Technowizard!” Tuck declared, pointing up towards the glass ceiling. The ratty Hack-A-Thon tee-shirt and Star Wars print pants did not an imposing outfit make.

Sam’s avocado-coated face barely even looked up from her phone. “Lame.”

“The Finest Pharoah!” Tucker tried again, glaring straight down at Sam as he posed again— this time, with his other hand.

“Cringe,” was Sam’s bland contribution.

Tucker threw both his hands in the air in sheer exasperation, narrowly avoiding sending Sheila2 flying up into the air with them. “The— oh shoot— the Tech Menace! The Electric Enemy!”

“Makes you sound like a bit-rate villain,” Sam drawled, finishing out her level of tetris with perfect accuracy. She clicked off the phone before she could get suckered in. “Tucker, have you considered any good names? At all?”

Fair revenge was fair revenge, and Tucker didn’t want to waste his own pillow on vengeance. Using Sam’s bamboo-woven pillowcase against her facemask was fair game— and her shriek of rage over the smeared facemask was just desserts.

Tucker eventually lost, of course, smothered underneath the very same pillow he’d assaulted his friend with, but hey; he’d given it his all, and that was what mattered in the end.

Winning would be nice, though. You know. One day.

In the meantime, though, they were squatting in Sam’s greenhouse, reclining on air mattresses on recycled wooden palettes. It was kind of cold— Tucker was glad Sam had thought ahead and brought blankets— but there were no bugs, and there was no rain, even if there were frogs singing bleakly outside glass walls throughout the night.

Sam was good at pretending it didn’t bother her.

Tucker knew it had to, though. Sam was used to having things. Being comfortable. Having her bamboo toothbrush and toothpaste tabs at the ready, with her natural fiber blankets and her desktop computer and a credit card that would solve the majority of her problems.

Instead they had used the cheapest versions of everything at the dollarstore. Abrasive discount soap. Deodorant with added aluminum. They’d brushed their teeth at the spigot where the hose screwed on, and tomorrow they’d wash with the hose the same way.

Card could be traced. Tucker was the only one who’d been carrying cash in the moment.

Man, Tucker thought, tunnelling himself under his blankets. Running away sucked. At least the only thing Tucker had to miss was his parents. And his spare parts.

…He hoped his parents weren’t looking for him. The "proper authorities" had probably already informed them he was infected. They should…they should hopefully know that being gone was safer than being there.

Sam’s black-nailed thumb and green-coated face peeked at him from under the covers. Without his glasses, she mostly looked like a blob, so Tucker just waved. He wanted to be social. He wanted to be happy.

It felt like everything was falling apart through his fingers, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Hey,” Sam said. “If you want to charge your tech, I’m out of the plug.”

It was a sweet gesture. “Thanks,” was all Tucker could say. But he didn’t want to leave his cave.

Sam, of all people, knew what level of trust the gesture meant when Tucker gave his phone over to her. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to; it was the same level of trust Sam was showing to him by letting them stay here, together, instead of apart, the way Jazz had originally planned.

Running away properly would have been safer. But here, in this moment, they were warm, and safe, and somewhat fed.

Tucker stuck his face into his pillow and thought It doesn’t get much better than this.

…Man, it was supposed to be roast beef dinner tonight. He was missing out!

“...I still think that Technowizard is a cool name,” Tucker grumbled to himself. Sam shot him a fond, if exasperated look.

“No.”

“Fine, bossy. What did you pick?”

“Foxglove,” Sam replied simply. “Most famous poisonous plant in the Western world. It’s poetic.”

Tucker thought on it. It…had merit, but… “You know people are going to shorten it to Foxy, right?”

Sam paused.

…She set her phone down with clear disgust. “Ugh. I hate that you’re right.”

“I’ll never let you down,” Tucker offered, very seriously. “I’m always right.”

Sam pulled the blanket back down over him until he squawked in indignation.

“Okay,” Sam’s voice came in muffled through their blanket barrier. “Maybe we can both hold off on names until we decide how we’re doing this, exactly.”

This, of course, being their new life on the run— ideally, taking down the GIW and their hold on Amity Park, or in the short run, cutting and ditching in every effort to not get captured. Their plan so far wasn’t much better than “wait for Danny to get home from Space Camp”, but, you know…needs are as they must. Or something.

“How about Cryptid?” Tucker offered, poking his head out of his blanket hovel. His glasses were…somewhere, but no matter where he groped for them, his hands still came up empty. “Short. Simple. Lots of hard consonants. Easy to muddy up in an internet search with other information. They’d be looking for you and find, like, the Entfield Horror.”

Sam gave that thought its due while Tucker found his glasses. “It’s…better than Inviso-Bill for sure.”

Okay, that one was worth the laugh.

“You could try Technomage,” Sam tried out in turn. "It would be like naming a snake 'snake', since you’re going through magical puberty or whatever, but…”

Tucker snorted. Magical puberty.

…But.

She’d been the first to notice when Tucker hadn’t even needed to touch Edna (PDA of the month) to write her new programs in class. She’d taped over his stylus to prove it to him— and Tucker hadn’t even noticed with the weight of a phantom stylus in his hand as he coded telepathically. Realizing he hadn’t been tapping any of the buttons had been. Spooky.

His phone didn’t need a SIM card anymore. He was saving his family a lot on outgoing and ingoing calls, apparently, and the reported number of texts they’d had to pay for was a big fat goose egg.

Also, he was pretty sure someone was emailing him at the moment.

…He wasn’t sure how he knew. But. It kind of tasted like blue raspberry. It was probably Danny’s sister.

So. Um. the magical puberty thing hadn’t been too off track. It had certainly been less subtle than Sam’s newfound ability to speak with plants, but…at least talking to your flowerpots looks normal from the outside looking in.

Apparently lawn mowing day at school gave Sam real trauma, though. Finding her in the nurses’ office with her head buried under her denim jacket had been scary.

“Better than nothing,” Tucker begrudgingly agreed. He left his glasses wherever they were; he’d find them in the morning. “I mean. We technically don’t even need names. If we just start breaking their stuff, they’ll probably name us anyway.”

Sam laughs. The green on her face is gone; she likely wiped her mask off when Tucker couldn’t see. “With you hacking their stuff?”

“And you growing your freaky vines out of their gear,” Tucker added. “The…what’s the one. The one that ate that one house?”

Sam leans her head down onto Tucker’s mattress. Her clean, damp face swims into view. “Oh. The kudzu?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah, I can cultivate that— not here, since it grows so fast. Did you know Kudzu’s supposed to be eaten? People usually take it off the roadside in China for an easy food source. That’s why it overtakes so much stuff here: there’s no one taking on the role of its natural predator.”

Huh. Well, sounded like something Sam would know. Tucker wedged his pillow further underneath his head; Sam’s still had some goop on it, so he gave her his extra blanket instead.

Sam stuffed it underneath her head with no issue. Without her purple lip and filled in brows, she just looked like Sam— just like a girl in his class, who wanted to make the world a better place, and didn’t know how to do it.

Tucker wanted to do better too.

But they wouldn’t do it alone. They’d be better off with Danny than without.

“All we have to do is make it until Danny comes back. And then we can reconvene.”

…And then what?

“And then?” Tucker asked, a little too quiet.

Sam had never backed down from a challenge. She never would. “And then we kick ass.”

Well. When she said that, it was all so simple.

The lights clicked out in the greenhouse, and just in time— the outside started to burst with light and sound as agents tore up the road outside the Manson property.

The door was locked. The daisies at the door and the wispy strings-of-hearts would give them more than enough warning if the agents swept through.

It was bedtime, or good enough as.

Sleep wasn’t restful, but the quality of the night didn’t matter; it only had to get them to the next day.

[remiratboi]

Things are getting less fluffy. Part 6

CW: Yandere, obsession, coercion, dubcon, gaslighting, unhealthy relationship, manipulation.

*Other than the obsession, most of these warnings are pretty light for this one. More mentions/themes of. Still SFW, but barely.

First Part | Previous

You stormed down the little path, through the camp, and straight to Ollies cabin. You always thought his cabin looked less like a vacation home, and more like a regular home.

Three raps rung out as you knocked on the front door.

No answer.

You were like 90% sure he had gone home.

“Ollie, I know you’re in there. We need to talk.” You called. It was silent for a long moment. You almost began second guessing yourself.

“I… I can’t.” Came softly from inside.

Can’t?! CAN’T?!

“Like HELL you can’t!” You shouted through the door. You cringed slightly when you ended up being louder than you’d meant. A couple walking by stared at you. You raised your hand and smiled unconvincingly.

“Ollie,” you continued, a bit quieter. “You just broke into my cabin while I was sleeping. We are talking about this, right now.” You gritted your teeth. “Open. The. Door.” You left no room for discussion.

A long moment passed with no reply. You fidgeted. Just when you had started to consider squeezing your ass through a window, his voice came through the door.

“It’s open.” He answered.

Oh.

You turned the handle and pushed the door open. He sat, in the afternoon light filtering through the window, on his couch, head hung so you couldn’t see his face, with a large pillow gripped in front of him.

He looked sad. You hadn’t expected sad. You don’t know what you’d expected, but not sad. You steeled your resolve.

“Ok, this has gone too far.” You started. “You’re a great guy, but you don’t seem to understand boundaries, so I’m going to lay them out, clear as day, and if you cross them again, that’s going to be it, Ollie.” You finished and crossed your arms. He looked up through his curls. He looked like he was in agony. You instinctively took a step back, surprised by his intense reaction.

You shook your head, trying not to let those puppy dog eyes break you down. “How do you keep getting into my cabin?” You demanded. “And don’t give me some shit about it being unlocked. I know it was locked last night.”

He looked up, further. His eyes scanned your face. He seemed to be debating if he wanted to answer. You waited.

Finally “I… have a key.” He said, guilt lacing his words.

“A KEY?!” You practically shouted. “Where the hell did you get a key?!”

He groaned and leaned back on the couch. He ran his hand across his face. “I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open. “What does that mean?” You said slowly, dangerously.

“I, I bought the campground a few years ago.”

“You own the ENTIRE campground?!” You demanded. Your voice had started to enter dog whistle pitches.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He buried his face in his hands. The large pillow was squished and stuck out at weird angles.

“You never came back.” He said quietly. The dam broke. “One day, you just never came back. 4 years went by and I did everything I could to find you. No one had information, no one knew how to contact you or your family. I kept coming back every year, desperate to see you again, to hear you again. But you were never here.”

He glanced up at you. You felt numb. His eyes were filled with sorrow.

“4 years after you last came they were going to shut it down. It hadn’t been doing as great and the owners were old. They told us it would be the last year. I had some money from my grandparents inheritance, and…” he shook his head at himself.

“I couldn’t let the only connection I had to you disappear. Even if you never came back, all those places we had spent time in, the feelings I had for you, here I got to live in them. I felt you everywhere. Every little memory.”

His cheeks were a deep dark green, but he seemed unable to stop the flow of words from his mouth for the first time in your entire lives.

“I made a lot of changes, put a ton of work in, and the campground is doing great now. This is my life here. I don’t run the day to day anymore, but I live here, I maintain it.”

He looked back down at the ground. “And you finally came back.”

You stood there, stunned. Long moments of uneasy silence passed between you.

“Ollie this…” you didn’t even know what to say. Panic started to rise in your throat. “This is too mu-” you heard yourself start to say it. The words you’d heard your entire life. Too much.

“I need to go.” You blurted out and turned to leave. A noise came from behind you.

Ollie grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him. He pushed you against the door, your back to it. He held you there with his hands against the door next to your head. His huge arms framed your face and he bent down to look at you. His face was so close.

“Please, don’t go, just listen, I-” he stuttered. Desperation filled his eyes. Frustration filled yours.

“No!” You shouted. “You don’t get to stop me. You don’t get anything!” You poked his chest, jabbing your finger accusingly. “You don’t get to reject me then tell me you’re obsessed with me!” You spat, the words cruel. You didn’t care. Your nerves were frayed. You didn’t know how to handle yourself after his confession. His obsession.

Confusion pulled his eyebrows together. “Reject you…?” He asked. You blushed. You hadn’t meant to bring that up. But apparently even now, your stupid little monkey brain could only think about that.

“Yesterday.” He still didn’t understand. “And today.” He grimaced but still seemed not to understand. You rolled your eyes and ran your hand through your hair. “You’re so dense sometimes.” You muttered.

“Yesterday, I told you… that I thought you were hot, and how turned on I was, ok? And then you just ran away.” You couldn’t look up at him not with his face so close. Not with his eyes boring into yours. Not with his lips just inches away. “And then today, you see me in skimpy clothes and run away again.” You couldn’t believe you were about to say it. “Like, I get if I’m not your type, but… I guess I just thought you felt differently ok?” You looked up into his eyes for one second before looking back down. The desperation hadn’t gone away, but it looked hungrier than before.

“This doesn’t even matter, I shouldn’t be talking about this right now.” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed softly. He didn’t move. “I need to process what you just told me, and I’m not thinking right.”

“I didn’t run away because I wasn’t into you.” He said. His voice was surprisingly hoarse. Gravel had filled his throat. You looked up in surprise. His cheeks had a new kind of heat to them. Hunger filled his eyes. But there was also fear. You could see how unsure he was.

“I ran away, both times, because I was about one second away from throwing you to the ground and fucking you.” Your breath caught. Your eyebrows pulled together slightly. You shouldn’t be so happy to hear that, you thought. He’s crazy. He’s obsessed with you. Like actually.

But he’d never hurt you.

A small voice in the back of your mind said.

“I love you.” He held your eyes. His gaze softened slightly. The hunger didn’t go though. Neither did the fear. “I always have. I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life. You’re funny, witty, gorgeous, and a bit of a dumbass.” He smirked. “I would do anything for you.” You believed him. “Just give me a chance to show you.”

He moved one hand from beside your head to rest it on your waist. He pulled himself into you. His hard chest pressed against yours, the solid door against your back. You couldn’t breathe.

You felt hot. You felt like you were standing on a knife’s blade. Fall into him, into this crazy, terrifying fantasy, or fall back into reality. What if you could make fantasy a reality? Did you even want that? Some rational part of you screamed. He had been in your home while you slept. He bought an entire huge business because he might get to see you again. He was obsessed with you. He was dangerous. How many times had he let himself in while you slept? What could he have done?

You felt yourself shaking your head before you’d decided to. You pushed your hand on his chest again. “Ollie, I need some space. I need to think.” You said.

“Please,” he begged. “Please just let me show you how well I can take care of you. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” Some part of you wanted that to be true. Wanted him to be true. But could you handle the obsession? What if it went deeper, darker.

You shook your head again and he let out an exasperated groan. “You’re not giving me a chance.” He complained. And edge of mania had started to show in his voice and expressions. “I need to show you. If you just let me show you, then it will all be ok.” He spoke fast and low. You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, then the hem of the tank top underneath.

“Ollie-” you warned.

“No, no, just, you don’t understand.” He cut you off. He leaned down and kissed your neck. You froze. “I know everything about you. You think now that I’ve finally got you back, I’m going to let you go?” Darkness seeped at the edges of your vision as fear took hold. “That moment a month ago changed my life, and I’ve spent every second since learning about you.”

His hand on your waist tucked under your tank, and he placed it against your ribs. His hand was huge. Almost comically so. And it rested just inches from your chest. No fabric separating you any longer. All he had to do was move up.

His other hand came down to hold the back of your neck. He pressed you even harder against the door. His breath was ragged as he kissed up and down your neck and shoulder in between words.

“I know what you like. I know how you like it. I’ve watched you.” A sob wracked through your chest at that. The first time you’d reacted outwardly since he started kissing you.

“You’re so lonely. I’ve heard you cry in your bed at night. I’ve heard you beg to be loved. That’s what I want to do, baby.” He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes. “Let me love you.”

[heesingshoon]

ℕ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝔻𝕠𝕘

A/N: If you guys don't know, Nasty Dog is a song that's been popular lately. It's by Sir mix-a-lot and the song is just good. If you've heard "Ride" or "Baby got Back" you'd know his music. ANYWAY this is a Jake fic. Why?.. Because Jake is a sweet puppy... Who I firmly believe could be a nasty dog... :] ...I just thought it would be fitting, you know?.. You know?

Pairings: Jake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut... Straight filth... No plot Unprotected seggz (My brothers out there, KEEP IT BAGGED. thanks) I probably missed something somewhere... If I did, let me know? Please? Maybe? Perchance? Lmao. Love you, reader. Mwah.

As you lay on your back, your boyfriend stares down at you. The look on his face is a mix of emotions. Hunger, desire, lust. He basically growls as he bends down to kiss your neck, biting a bit before he pulls away.

"Fuck, Kitty... You're so beautiful from here... I could just devour you..." He can't help but huff, trying to catch his breath.

So... You might be curious of how... This... Started. Well, just a couple of hours ago, Jake and you were cuddling. Being cute, nuzzling nose against nose, and you even had a few friends over. They just cringed at you both as friends do, but you knew they were okay with you both.

Now... What started for Jake, was dinner. The entire meal, you kept sending him pictures you took before your friends came over. You in his favorite lingerie had him absolutely insane. He stared at you the whole time and your friends just took it as him admiring his girlfriend. But his head was being flooded with thoughts.

The moment your friends left, he pounced. Those two hours of having to hide his aching and raging boner was probably the worst two hours of his life. He needed you, and he needed you bad. He grabbed your waist and pushed you to the couch. He climbed over you, pulling you in for a deep kiss. One that was sloppy, uncoordinated, and absolutely lustful.

You reach to run your hands through his hair but he doesn't let you touch him, gripping your wrists and pinning them to your sides. "Don't you fucking dare think you're allowed to touch me after the shit you just pulled."

You whimper, but it just fires him up more. He bites down on your lip, hard enough to bruise, before lifting you and carrying you to the bed:

And that's where you are now. He stares down at you and if you were to compare him to anything, it would be a hungry, angry, wolf. One you'd only find at the end of mating season and he didn't get any help through the whole thing.

You'd admit, it was a bit scary. Seeing your boyfriend above you, staring into what felt like your soul. He stared for so long you weren't even sure if he was conscious. You both sat there, breathing.

After what felt like eternity, he leaned down and kissed you hard enough to ensure the bite would bruise. He grips the back of your neck, using his arm to hold himself above you.

You felt him hold back choking you, the way his hand would tighten slightly but he'd flinch back. You tapped his hand and pressed his thumb to your throat.

Thankfully, he got the message... But that was bad for you... Because he immediately moved his hand from the back to the front of your neck, pressing his palm at your throat and his thumb pressing at your vocal cords.

He finally got done kissing you. He pulled back to look at the damage. A busted lip from the bite and a bruise from the pressure. "Fuck, yes... I could get used to seeing you like this, Kitten. Being my little play toy... You wanna be my play toy?" Your whimpers only lead him on more. You cry slightly and he growls, the sound coming straight from his diaphragm. "Heh... Fuck, Kitty... Yeah? You like the thought? I'll make you my play toy, I promise. I'll absolutely ravish you."

He then pulls off your clothes as if it was just another Tuesday for him, leaving you in the lingerie he knew you'd been wearing the whole time.

The moment you're exposed to him, he leans to use his mouth on one nipple as his hand plays with the other. You moan out and it's like music to his ears. He can't help but bite your nipple ever so painfully as you cry out his name.

He finally pulls away after what felt like forever before kissing down your belly to your core. He spreads your legs apart and he uses his middle finger to play with the rim of your opening.

You squirm and try to move your hips for friction. He noticed what you were trying to do, so he pulled his hand back. "Ah, ah, ah, Kitty... You gotta be good for me while I play with you. What kind of play toy fights back? Not you, right? Because you're a good kitten for me?" you can't help but nod and whimper. "Good girl. I knew you'd understand. Be good, lay back, relax, and let me destroy you."

You gasp as he moves his head to your dripping cunt. Your hands fly to his hair and he groans. Oh how he loves the feeling of you hurting him as he pleases you.

He suckles at your clit and bites down a bit as his fingers move to spread you open. He immediately finds your g-spot and plays with it as he basically makes out with your pussy. The more you grip at his hair and scream his name, the harder he sucks and bites your clit.

You feel your stomach tighten and you moan out for him to continue. He knows what you're crying for and pulls away. "Kitty... Kitty baby, you can't cum yet. It's not good to leave me lonely, right? It's rude to cum and leave me blue balled."

You whimper and reach up to touch him. He holds your hands above your head. "Oh baby... Let me hold this control over you. You know you love it."

He pulls back to undress himself. You see his cock spring out and your mouth waters. "Oh? Hungry? You sure look it." He pulls you up by your hair and taps his tip on your lips. The precum coating your lips. "Open up for me, Kitty."

You follow his command, opening your mouth to swallow him. He groans, making you feel like you're floating as he fucks into your throat.

The sheer force of hold he has you in makes you worry about his thoughts, wondering if he's even conscious, but it goes away when he just speaks to you like you're the rarest piece of jewels.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this it's driving me up the fucking wall, pretty." His hold on you loosens as he nears his end. He cums deep down your throat and as you swallow you can't help but giggle. The look of confusion, clear on his face. "Wh-What? Did I look weird? I-I'm sorry, just... I got really into it an—"

"No, no, baby. Not that. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Just... You didn't last as long as normal." You giggle more, kissing his hip as he looks away with a flushed face. "Baby? Want me to take over?"

He snaps his head back quickly and immediately shuts that idea out of the window with how quick he was to pull you by the wrist and pin you down. "If you think for one second that I'm not about to fuck the absolute hell out of you, so bad to the point you're screaming my name, you're insane."

You simply just submit to him, ready for him to do as he pleases. He takes that as a sign to continue. He grabs you by your hair and kisses you deeply, pushing you against the bed to hold you down to spread your legs and rest them on his shoulders. "Fuck, kitty... You're so gorgeous... I could ruin you right now and die a happy man."

Your flush is evident, going beet red as your lover stands before you, laughing lightly as you look so cute for him. He rubs the tip of his cock along your opening. "Please, Jake... Just do it, pleas—Ah!"

He didn't let you get another word out, bottoming out in one swift thrust. He grips your thighs as he pounds into you at a rapid pace, one you didn't know the human body could go, deeper into you more than you thought his cock could go.

The sounds escaping your mouth as you go into a pit of pleasure, unable to see or think straight, are like the most beautiful melody he's ever heard. He wants you, needs you, to keep making those sounds. He bites down on your calf as he watches shake underneath him, clenching around his cock. He muffles his own sounds, leaving love bite after love bite on your legs.

He moves your legs around his waist before bending down to kiss you as he fucks into you. His entire body heats up as he listens to the smacks of your lips to his and the sound of his balls hitting your ass every time he thrusts. His hand moves between you both to rub your clit, extracting more sounds of pleasure from your lips.

"S-So close!!" You scream out, holding him close. His legs that were getting tired suddenly gained an enormous amount of energy.

Fucking into you at a scary pace, he kissed down your neck biting at your shoulder. "Cum for me, pretty. Fuck, pretty, cum for me. Milk me of everything I have and coat me in all of your pleasure."

You cry out, your orgasm hitting you hard and triggering his. You both climb over the edge together and hold each other close as he helps you ride out your high, before pulling out and laying beside you.

"Fuck, baby... You felt so good, and damn you look so good. Never, in a million years, send me pictures of you in something that fucking beautiful. I almost fucked you in front of our friends, y/n."

You can't help but laugh as you kiss his cheek and hold him close. "Kay... I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful."

I was gonna post this on my birthday... But it's in 2 days sooo... :3 Now's good enough.

It was a bit rushed, I'm sure you could tell.

[mechaknight-98]

Rise Up (NSFW) FT Yoohyeon and Jiu

Author’s note: when I wrote Bon Voyage I had planned to make sequels but each one became so much different from Bon voyage that I eventually scrapped the entire idea and figured it would be best to leave it open ended, maybe give another writer something to go off of but I guess that was an impossible task.

to the anon who asked for this. I am deeply sorry. I was in a very different headspace and emotional state then when I wrote Bon Voyage however long ago. I hope this sequel is appreciated if not I apologize again, because I’m sure this isn’t what you probably expected.

Part I

“I knew it” Yoohyeon gloated.

“Yoohyeon I can… wait you knew,” Othello asked confused.

“I had my suspicion ever since I started developing psionic powers I figured it'd be a matter of time before you developed Magik. So when did it start, what are your powers.”

“I don't know I guess it started when…wait what did you say?”

Yoohyeon smiled before deciding to tease Othello a bit. “What are your powers and when did it start?”

“No before that right “After I had my suspicions” You mentioned something and I want to make sure I heard right.”

“Oh please Othello, it's no big deal. I have been developing psionic powers.” Yoohyeon teased. Othello was about to say something when his phone went off.

“Well continue this later,” Daigo affirmed as he pulled out of Yoohyeon's pleasant pussy.

“Oh, do you have something more important to do than me,” Yoohyeon teased as she began to play with herself. Yoohyeon knew she was playing dirty. Using the one thing she knew that almost always enticed him to stay. She hated that she had to exploit Othello’s hunger for physical affection in this way but she was starting to tire of how people treated him. She just wanted to cuddle him and give him all the love and affection he could ever need.

“Yoon you know you are the most important person in my life right now but Hanni asked for my advice and she said it was urgent,” Othello explained. Immediately Yoohyeon stopped and flew up to get ready. Now understanding that he was needed and not being forced.

“I'm coming with you,” she said seriously in big sister mode. Othello sighed, but Yoohyeon was having none of it. “Not only are we a couple Othello but I will remind you that Hanni was also trained by my mentor so I think I should be a part of whatever she needs from you.” She said defiantly standing her full height would have cut quite the imposing figure but all Othello could think about was bending her over and smacking her fat ass until she begged him to fuck her. His daydream was interrupted when Yoohyeon added,

“We are going to go together when we are done. We are going to come back home and finish what we started.” Othello’s shoulders fell as he relented

“Okay, but you are going to tell her that you were adamant to come since Hanni asked I come alone,” Othello explains. Yoohyeon smiles triumphantly before rushing to get dressed.

Despite her usual poise and grace Yoohyeon tripped in their bedroom and was caught in the nick of time by Othello.

Yoohyeon stood dressed in front of Othello having finished changing. Realizing she wasn't backing down he went to redo his bandages.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Only you and Lorgar know and I intend to keep it that way,” Othello explained.

Yoohyeon scoffed “Oh you're so silly. Just follow my lead okay.”

Othello sighed “Okay sure.”

The couple arrived at the chosen cafe where Hanni was waiting. She grimaced when she saw Yoohyeon. She had hoped she would only be talking to her “older brother” as this was urgent.

“Why is she here?” Hanni asked as her voice dropped upon seeing Yoohyeon.

Yoohyeon smiled, “we are a packaged deal” she exclaimed proudly. Both Hanni and Othello cringed before they laughed together.

The trio sits down and Othello cuts straight to it.

“So Hanni what’s wrong?”

Hanni twiddles her fingers her eyes darting from Othello to Yoohyeon. She gulped.

“It’s okay Hanni just tell us what’s wrong you’re safe with us.” Yoohyeon consoled. Hanni took a a shakes breath, then one that was more relaxed.

“I am developing psionic powers,” she said. After she spoke she waited for gasps and shocked indignation. When she received niether she looked at an unsurprised Yoohyeon and Othello. She noticed their faces were concerned but unsurprised. She then looked down at Othello’s arms and noticed trails of witch marks running along them. Hanni’s eyes widened as she opened her mouth to speak but Othello covered her mouth before she could rev up.

“Let’s continue this back at Yoohyeon and I’s place. Does that work for you?” Othello asked and Hanni nodded.

11 minutes later the trio was in Yoohyeon and Othello’s shared residence Hanni shaking from the revelation she learned earlier.

Othello breaks the ice“You have witch marks. You can do magic and psionics.” He says, “Why tell me instead of your mentor or even Yoon?”

“With the tensions rising between the Circle and the empire I wanted to turn to the only Psionic user I trusted.” Hanni stammered

“You know I’m the most “by the book” codex bearer right” Othello retorted with raised eyebrows. Hanni rolled her eyes and countered with

“Yes, I hear legends about how your malicious compliance vexes the lore masters to no end,” Othello laughs.

“I’m still compliant though.”

“So are you gonna report me to the high witch coven?” Hanni challenges

“Hell no. I’m not a ward witch so I’m not bound by y’all’s policies and bylaws.” Hanni smiled gratefully as her instinct was proven.

“Yeah because he’d have to report me as well,” Yoohyeon said to Hanni as she showed Hanni her psionic mark. Hanni’s eyes widened as she saw the concentric circular rings that aligned between Yoohyeon’s shoulder blades at the base of her neck.

“Well now you have to report each other,” Othello teased. Hanni and Yoohyeon laughed as Othello sat on the couch.

“Oh be quiet Mr. I’m developing Magik and have been keeping it a secret.” Yoohyeon teased.

Othello smiled and Hanni finally remembered what she wanted to ask.

“Oh yeah so how long has that been a thing, and what are your powers,” Hanni said

Othello wiped his face. While funny Hanni’s enthusiasm and energy could be exhausting.

“Not sure yet haven’t used them,” Othello said to the surprise of both witches.

“Why not?” Hanni asked

“Because they work completely differently than psionics. So I’d have to readjust from bottom to top in terms of skill and ability.” Othello explained. The two girls smiled and then replied

“Well, how about you give us the basics of psionics and we give you the basics of magic,” Yoohyeon said happily. Othello considered for a moment then agreed.

“Okay.” Othello said but before he could dive into the lesson his “phone” went off

“Yeah, Lorgar?”

“Right now,”

“Oh yeah, I’ll come now.”

Hanni and Yoohyeon look confused at Othello until he says,

“Ventus and Terra have entered into a civil war. The guild is starting a discussion about it.” Orion explained.

As Orion, Yoohyeon, and Hanni made their way to the space guild meeting, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of anticipation and unspoken tension. The path leading to the guild hall was lined with towering trees, their branches forming a natural canopy that dappled the sunlight onto the ground below. Yoohyeon walked briskly beside Orion, her expression focused, while Hanni trailed slightly behind, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her burgeoning psionic powers.

As they approached the entrance to the guild hall, Orion spotted a familiar figure waiting near the doorway. Jiu, Yoohyeon's coven leader, and Orion's flirtatious older sister leaned casually against the wall, her arms crossed and a playful smile tugging at her lips. Her presence was both comforting and slightly unnerving, her keen eyes seeming to take in everything at once.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite little codex keeper," Jiu greeted, her voice warm yet teasing as Orion approached and she looked up at him. "It's been a while. Still keeping busy, I see?"Hanni and Yoohyeon smile at Jiu’s remark.

Orion nodded softly, trying to mask the weariness he felt deep within. "You know how it is, Jiu. There's always something that needs doing."

Jiu studied him for a moment, her gaze penetrating. She reached out and gently touched his arm, her expression softening. "You're looking a bit more worn out than usual, Orion. Are you getting enough rest?" Yoohyeon despite knowing that Orion only had eyes for her felt a pang of jealousy. Jiu and Orion always seemed to have this innate bond but they never really knew what to do with it. She also that Jiu and Orion had feelings for each other in the past and those might not have gone away as cleanly as they declared

Orion hesitated, his usual defenses crumbling under her scrutiny. "No I haven’t," he admitted feeling guilty, glancing away momentarily. He hesitated in adding "There's just been a lot on my mind."

Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, concern etching her features. "You can't keep pushing yourself like this," she admonished, her voice laced with genuine care. "I know you've got a lot on your plate, but you need to take care of yourself too."Hanni found herself agreeing with Jiu. Orion had been on 4 expeditions in the last six weeks all of which ventured into the KO-35 region which stood on the precipice of a galactic war.

Orion nodded, appreciating her concern but unsure how to ease the burden weighing on his shoulders. "I'll try," he promised, though both of them knew it was easier said than done.

Sensing the deeper fatigue within him, Jiu leaned closer, her voice dropping to a softer tone. "Just remember, you're not alone, Orion. You've got people who care about you." to further cap her point she kissed his cheek and smiled lovingly at him.

Her words lingered in the air, offering a solace that Orion rarely allowed himself to accept. He gave her a small, grateful smile, knowing that she would always be there to support him, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

"Thanks, Jiu," he said, his voice sincere.

Before they could move on, Yoohyeon chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You two are so cute," she teased, nudging Orion playfully. "Jiu, I swear you worry about him more than I do."

Jiu laughed, the sound light and musical. "Well, someone has to make sure he doesn’t work himself into the ground," she replied, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

Orion rolled his eyes, though he couldn't suppress a small smile. "I feel like I'm being ganged up on," he remarked, feigning exasperation.

Yoohyeon grinned. "Just admit it, you love the attention."

Orion put his hands up and clarified, I like being cared for, there is a difference,” Hanni said Yoohyeon both laughed rigorously.

Jiu joined in on the teasing, crossing her arms and giving Orion a mock-serious look. "Maybe we should just adopt him into the coven, Yoohyeon. That way, we can keep an even closer eye on him and give him all the care his little dark heart could want."

Orion shook his head, chuckling. "As tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass."

With their playful banter easing some of the tension, the group headed into the guild hall, ready to face whatever awaited them within. As they walked in Jiu watched Orion and remembered the first time they met.

It was a sweltering summer day and Jiu stood outside practicing her Ward Witch magiks. The marketplace was bustling with activity, the air filled with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares and the chatter of shoppers haggling for the best deals. Orion, still a young and eager Codex Keeper apprentice at the time, navigated through the crowd with a determined focus, his mind was set on finding a new restaurant he hadn’t seen before.

He was so absorbed in his task that he barely noticed the commotion ahead until he nearly stumbled into it. A group of unruly teenagers was harassing a street performer, a girl a little bit older than Orion himself. Her jet black hair was unmistakable, cascading down her shoulders as she expertly juggled glowing orbs, her face a mask of concentration.

"Come on, show us something really impressive!" one of the teens jeered, grabbing at one of the orbs.

Orion felt a surge of righteous rage rises within him. He couldn't stand by and watch someone be bullied, especially someone with such obvious talent. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, his voice steady despite the nervousness he felt.

"Hey, leave her alone," he called out, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "She doesn't owe you anything."

The teens turned to look at him, sizing him up with a mix of disdain and amusement. Before they could respond, the girl with the jet-black hair caught the stolen orb with a flourish and flashed a defiant smile.

"Thanks for the assist, but I've got this," she said, her voice carrying a playful edge as she deftly maneuvered around the teens, her movements as fluid as water. In a swift motion, she sent the glowing orbs swirling around the group, creating a dazzling light show that mesmerized the onlookers.

Orion watched in awe as the bullies retreated, grumbling but outmatched. The girl caught the orbs effortlessly, letting them wink out one by one as the crowd erupted into applause.

"Nice trick," Orion said as she approached him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Thanks," she replied, extending a hand. "I'm Jiu."

"Orion," he replied, shaking her hand, feeling an instant connection.

"You're pretty brave for stepping in like that," Jiu noted, a teasing lilt to her voice. "Not many people would."

Orion shrugged, a little embarrassed by the praise. "I just didn’t like seeing them push you around."

Jiu laughed, a bright, infectious sound that made him smile. "Well, I'm glad you did. How about a reward? Are you hungry?” Jiu asked. Orion nodded as he responded “Always” and Jiu smiled. “Let me show you around. I know all the best spots in town."

From that day on, Orion and Jiu were inseparable. She introduced him to the hidden gems of the city, and he helped her ward witch studies she was his first friend in the mega city planet and that meant something special to him. Jiu knew that in watching how he always took care of not only her but Jiu’s coven mates and Jiu’s teacher and her students. She felt a pang of sadness when Yoohyeon said she and Orion started dating because she thought they would be together but both Orion and Jiu made silent agreements to suppress their feelings for each other a long time ago.

As Jiu, Orion, Hanni, and Yoohyeon walked into the guild hall, the grand space was alive with energy and chatter. The room was filled with fellow guild members, their conversations creating a lively hum that echoed off the high ceilings and intricate woodwork. The sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor.

Jiu led the way, her confident stride drawing attention from those they passed. Orion followed closely, his expression focused yet distracted. Hanni and Yoohyeon brought up the rear, their whispers punctuated by occasional giggles.

As they moved through the hall, Jiu’s eyes fell on Orion’s arm. The sleeves of his jacket had pulled back slightly, revealing the faint glow of his magic lines beneath his skin. She paused, her curiosity piqued by the intricate patterns she hadn’t noticed before.

"Orion," Jiu said, touching his shoulder lightly to get his attention. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Orion nodded, glancing at Hanni and Yoohyeon. "Go ahead, I'll catch up in a bit," he said to them, reassuring them with a nod.

Jiu led him to a quieter corner of the hall, away from the bustling crowd. She turned to face him, her eyes focused on the glowing lines. "Um, what are these?” She asked calmly as she raised Orion’s jacket sleeves. Orion tried to hide them but it was too late Jiu saw them and demanded answers, “When did these develop?” She asked her voice held expectant.

Orion sighed and said,” After the Mohg incident.”

Jiu's eyes widened, and she responded, “So you did use flame arrows on him.”

Orion shrugged. Jiu gazed at his lines and felt a warm sense of familiarity in the images from them. Jiu reached out, her fingers hovering near his arm as if seeking permission. Orion nodded, and she gently traced the lines with her fingertips. The glow responded to her touch, sparking with a vibrant energy that surprised them both.

"Wow," Jiu breathed, captivated by the interaction. "It’s like they’re alive."

Orion chuckled, the warmth of her touch sending a strange comfort through him. "It feels like they have a mind of their own sometimes," he admitted, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Jiu looked up at him, her expression serious yet filled with wonder. "Do you know what they mean? What do they signify?"

Orion shook his head, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "Not entirely. I’ve been trying to figure it out, but it’s like solving a puzzle with missing pieces."

Jiu’s gaze softened, her empathy for him deepening. "Maybe we can figure it out together," she offered, her voice earnest.

Orion nodded, grateful for her support. "I’d like that."

Jiu turned back to Orion’s face, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Orion heard the hurt in Jiu’s voice and saw it reflected in her eyes, so he responded as softly as possible “Jiu I was scared. You know this is a big deal and not supposed to happen, plus you had enough on your plate with Mohg. I couldn’t add anything else to that,” while Jiu had admired Orion’s sense of Heroism she hated the burdens he took on because of them.

“Damn it Othello you should have told me. You can’t keep up all these heroics by yourself.” Jiu snapped. A surge of protectiveness and affection surged through her that she couldn’t suppress anymore.

“You’ve always sacrificed so much given so much of yourself to everyone else but never take care of yourself. When was your last off day? When was the last time you ate something that wasn’t rationed? The last time you wrote your poetry?” Jiu questioned as her voice broke. Her magic lines glow intensely. Orion grabs her and hugs her before saying,

“Jiu I’m doing my best.”

“That’s not good enough. Tonight I’m taking you off the planet to rest on Sentai VI because you need it.” Jiu demanded and Orion sighed.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to Minji” (jiu’s real name)

Minji met Othello’s gaze and they were not Jiu the coven leader of insomnia and powerful ward witch or Orion the infamous Codex keeper but Minji and Othello. Two souls facing the universe alone. They stood close as millions of emotions and tensions long buried deep came to the surface and they kissed. Minji felt her heart finally ease as it took the place it always belonged as did Orion’s but as quickly as the emotions came they vanished. Suppressed under mountains of logic and stoic duty. Minji sighed as spoke to Othello. After today I’m taking you on vacation if you need it. You should not be pushing yourself this hard.” She said firmly. Their hearts screamed out to deafened minds to embrace each other and run away from it all. But alas here we are.

Jiu’s stern face gazed into Orion’s softer one, “we’ll talk more tomorrow.” Jiu said before leaving. Orion’s head was left spinning.

The group entered the guild hall and separated into their respective factions. The meeting started and chaos ensued various ship captains made very known their fear and turmoil over the civil war as many prime members of the guild and federation leaders were from prime Terra and Ventus. The question was now would the federation and guild stay neutral? Also, the loss of the two biggest federation ports (albeit temporarily) meant massive hits to the commerce of the federation. Tensions were high among many except for a few key figures Jiu, Lorgar, Lady Sunshine, and Orion as they were from noncore planets. Lady Sunshine watched Orion sit in his chair. She watched as he processed things a thousand words at a time. She decided to throw him in the mix to see if he could solve their problems.

“Members of the council we have yet to consider outside perspectives especially those who may be well-versed in warfare.” Lady Sunshine said as the room went silent. Suddenly a thousand eyes or so were watching and waiting for Orion’s response.

Orion felt their gaze the room beginning to shrink around him as the walls closed in, and felt his rage intensifying. Why must he be the voice of reason for people who wouldn’t listen? He could rule over all of them now was his chance he had felled two warlords already and a tyrant. He could easily quell the cowardly federation. The galaxies were at constant war bickering like children. He could rule them all stop the bickering establish total peace all he needed was an army and a week.

To many Orion’s silence was maliciously obvious. His aura felt like an angered and tired God who was exhausted from saving people from a stream of endless catastrophes and disasters. Many could feel the cold and eldritch fury radiating off of him and waited with bated breath for him to rage. Jiu watched and her heart ached as she finally understood his burden.

As he tried to suppress his demands for conquest that raged within a voice rang out to him in his mind, it was Jiu she was calm as she spoke, “Breathe Othello. It will be okay.” Othello took a deep breath and his rage didn’t dissipate but became calm and focused.

“We establish that while this war wages we will be neutral but the federation ports will remain under federation control, and as long as no war is waged on them both planets may continue to utilize them, but all tax collections will be ceased.” Everyone remained silent impressed at the Eldorian’s calm demeanor and wizened proposal.

Leito stood up and said, “Absolutely, Codex Keeper Orion and I along with ward witches Jiu and Yoohyeon will lead an expedition to Terra and Ventus as a show of strength.”

Orion’s mind races as the council members all quickly agree to the plan. Save Lady Sunshine, Lorgar, or anyone who Jiu knew Orion.

Surprisingly Codex Keeper Leovold spoke out, “Keeper Leito. While I acknowledge the prowess and dedication shown by Keeper Orion. His fatigue is most concerning. He has completely 4 extremely harrowing expeditions in the last 6 weeks alone through KO-35 maybe it is time for a well-earned break for Codex Keeper Orion.”

Leito spoke with terror in his eyes and heart and not his pride. His parents were Ventus and Terran. He wanted to make sure they were safe and as much as Leito hated Orion. He knew Orion was the best bet to establish peace between the planets that would last.

“While your concerns are valid Keeper Leovold. Orion’s experience with war states demands he must be part of this mission along with his power.” Leito said, and a majority of the council who had heard the tales of him agreed. He was the only choice.

The meeting ended after that as the waves of concerns were washed away by a tsunami of fear and uncertainty.

After the meeting, Yoohyeon and Hanni ran to Orion and thanked him graciously for helping guide them, but Orion felt guilty as the weight of everything was getting to him. He could feel the burden pushing him into a corner and only known to him and Jiu there was an animal inside of Orion. One fueled by Conquest, Lust, and fury. If that wasn’t enough the kiss from earlier weighed heavily on his mind. Guilt gnawed at him as Yoohyeon kissed him relieved as did numerous other emotions. He decided to tell Yoohyeon what happened when they got back to their apartment.

When Othello finished his story Yoohyeon stood silent for 15 minutes staring at him unreadable. Othello’s worrying increased with each passing moment.

“Do you love her still,” Yoohyeon asked after a few more minutes.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I feel turmoil.” Orion replied and Yoohyeon finally saw Orion she saw the fatigue set in his features the gnawing rage festering like an infected wound but also she saw compassion and hope despite the encroaching darkness that threatened to engulf him. Rather than push him down further she said,

“Go to her then and just talk then tell me what happens between the two of you. You need to talk to each other about all of this.” Othello nodded and called Jiu and the two met at a library where Minji was studying new spells. She had reached a wall when Othello arrived. She looked up and smiled when he brought their mutual favorite snack to her.

“My hero,” she said smiling.

“Oh please none of that,”

“Why I thought you liked being the courageous hero who rises above all evil including the darkness in his heart,” Minji questioned.

Othello sighed as he rolled up his sleeves and sat next to Minji, “I don’t know each day I feel less and less heroic.”

Minji nodded before saying, “Well I think you handle yourself well. Especially with old magic raging through you,”

“Old Magic?”

“Yes, Old Magic. The fury of the gods and their kind lives and breathes through you. Can’t you feel it?”Minji asked.

“Um not that I know of,” Othello answered.

Minji smiled and said, “Tell me then what haunts you when you sleep at night?”

“The dragon tortoise in the shadows of my mind,” Orion answered unprompted. He looked at Minji whose magic lines were flowing magenta. She smiled before saying. As they drew closer Othello’s began to glow as well a complimentary teal. Their eyes locked as their powers mixed and suppressed emotion rose to the surface with rapacious expressions of affection.

Minji got from her chair and plunged into an intense kiss with Othello their hearts screaming jubilantly at the release as they kissed memories flowed between them as the old magic brought them closer. Minji saw the harsh training Othello faced under Lorgar and his father. She felt the scorching sun of his planet. She felt the long hours of study, while Othello felt Minji’s sadness and fear of rejection. He felt her years of training to become something only for them to be cast aside at first. Anger rises within both of them as their auras mix and mash their minds, and souls together in a soup of turgid emotions. Their kiss breaks and their eyes lock again before they come from their mutual high and duty takes precedence. They separate and get up as the auras mellow out. Before going back to studying.

In a dimly lit study, the air filled with the subtle scent of aged parchment and ink, Minji found herself standing close to Othello as they pored over an ancient codex. The faint glow of magical lines pulsed beneath Othello’s skin, a signature of his connection to the arcane. As Minji reached over to point out a passage, her fingers brushed lightly against his hand, causing their magic lines to momentarily spark and intertwine.

Startled, Minji drew back slightly, her eyes widening as she observed the phenomenon. "Othello," she said softly, awe and curiosity lacing her voice. "Look at that."

Othello glanced down at his hand, noticing the subtle dance of energy between them. His lines, normally a steady teal, shimmered as they wove seamlessly with Jiu’s fiery magenta. The colors merged into a vibrant purple, creating a harmonious display of their combined power. As the aurora danced above they wondered why then and what it meant.

"Wow," Othello murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He was as captivated as Minji by the sight, the lines illuminating the space between them with a gentle glow.

Minji leaned closer, examining the intricate patterns their magic had formed. "I've never seen anything like this," she admitted, her tone a mix of wonder and disbelief. "It's as if our magic recognizes each other."

Othello nodded, feeling a strange sense of connection he hadn’t fully comprehended before. "It’s like they’re meant to work together," he said, the realization settling in with a mix of amazement and comfort.

Their proximity allowed Minji to notice the fatigue etched into Othello’s features more clearly. The glow of their magic highlighted the shadows under his eyes, a testament to his recent struggles, but she also saw jubilation and peace. It made her heart swell with joy.

"Othello," Minji said gently, her concern evident. "You’re carrying so much on your own. Maybe it’s time you let someone share that burden."

He met her gaze, seeing the sincerity and care reflected in her eyes. The magic lines between them pulsed again, a silent promise of strength and unity. "Maybe you’re right," he admitted, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten ever so slightly.

He met her gaze, seeing the sincerity and care reflected in her eyes. The magic lines between them pulsed again, a silent promise of strength and unity. "Maybe you’re right," he admitted, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten ever so slightly.

Minji smiled, a warmth spreading through her at the thought of supporting him in more ways than one. "We make a pretty good team," she said, her voice playful yet sincere.

Othello chuckled, nodding in agreement. "We always have the only reason it’s not more well-known is because Leito had a crush on you and wanted to woo you,”

Minji’s eyes narrowed as she realized that they had been orchestrated apart, and her heart became heavy.

As they returned their focus to the text, their hands still closed, the magic lines continued their silent dance silently weaving the hound and The Tiger together in the weave of fate. Eventually, both collapsed after reading spells and psionics for hours.

The next day Othello woke up and saw that Minji had a psionic symbol between her shoulders that mirrored his except hers except instead of a hellhound it was an exalted tiger. At this point, Othello was so unfazed that it didn’t matter. Realizing he needed to go back to his home with Yoohyeon. As he leaves he feels guilt for leaving Minji alone.

On arriving back Yoohyeon is not alone and is talking with Timothy. Yoohyeon smiles and hugs Othello she is surprised he smells like old books and smores. She expected him to smell like Minji and when he doesn’t it confuses her.

“Did you talk to Jiu?” She asked. Othello nodded and explained how he helped her study a spell on emotional understanding,” Yoohyeon laughed which Timothy mirrored.

“Jiu is always studying,” Timothy lamented, and both Yoohyeon and Othello nodded.

Two weeks later

The bright light from the high, narrow windows of Lorgar's study cast shadows across the room. Ancient tomes and scrolls lined the shelves, their worn spines testaments to centuries of accumulated wisdom. Orion stood at the doorway, hesitating for a moment before entering. Crossing this border made the last few weeks and the upcoming expedition very real and the stakes that came with it very high.

"Lorgar," Orion said, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of tension.

Lorgar looked up from the parchment he was studying, his eyes sharp and attentive. "Orion. Come in. What news do you bring?"

Orion approached, stopping at the large oak desk that separated them. "The expedition is set to depart later today. Leito has invited Codex Keepers Freyjar, Ayara, Leovold, Yuta, and Yato.

Lorgar chuckled knowingly as he remembered when all of them were training and all used to be friends but not work colleagues at best. He sighed lamenting the political nature of this title. He noticed Orion’s unease.

Lorgar leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he considered this. "Why does their presence concern you?"

Orion shifted his weight, the anxiety he tried to mask seeping through. "I don't trust their motives, especially when fear drives decisions. Leito's

Fear and desire to save his family pushes him to seek out “the strongest” but in some cases, they might not be the best ."

Lorgar nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And Yoohyeon? How is she handling this?"

Orion hesitated, then spoke with a mix of regret and relief. "Honestly fully unsure sir. I know she and the rest of her coven are coming but I couldn’t tell you her emotional state right now. We broke up. It was mutual, and we're still friends. But it feels strange not having her by my side like before."

The Loremaster studied Orion closely, noting the subtle changes in his demeanor. The energy around Orion seemed different—stronger, more vibrant. The magic lines beneath his skin pulsed with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

"Your magic," Lorgar remarked, his gaze narrowing. "It's grown stronger. And your psionics too. I can sense it. Have you been training?"

Orion shook his head. "In magic No I haven’t been training. I've just been spending time with Jiu, studying with her like we used to. It feels... natural."

Lorgar's expression shifted, a hint of concern clouding his eyes. "Jiu? Why does that name sound familiar?

“Oh yeah, Jiu is the witch's name for Minji we used to run around the city together,”

Lorgar’s concern grew he had separated the pair to stop a soul bond, but it seemed it was too late.

Orion met Lorgar's gaze, a mix of defiance and confusion in his eyes. "Anything else you want to talk about sir?"

Lorgar sighed, rising from his chair and pacing slowly. "Orion, the reason Lady Sunshine and I separated you two was not just for your safety but to protect you both from external manipulation. Your combined potential is immense, and in the wrong hands, it could be disastrous."

Orion remained silent, absorbing Lorgar's words. The weight of his mentor's concern settled heavily on him.

"I'll be cautious," Orion finally said, his tone resolute. "But I can't ignore the bond we have, especially when everything feels so uncertain."

Lorgar stopped, placing a reassuring hand on Orion's shoulder. "I trust your judgment, but remember the responsibility that comes with power. Keep me informed, and take care as you embark on this expedition."

Orion nodded, feeling a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I will, Lorgar. Thank you." After that, he walked away to get packed.

The communication crystal glowed faintly on Lorgar's desk, casting a soft light across the room. Lorgar took a deep breath before activating it, feeling the familiar tingle of magic as it connected him to Lady Sunshine across the stars.

Her image flickered into view, regal and serene despite the distance. Her eyes, sharp as ever, met his with a knowing gaze.

"Lorgar," she greeted, her voice warm yet with an undercurrent of wisdom. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He hesitated briefly, then spoke, his tone tinged with concern. "It's about Othello and Minji. The bond between them... I can sense it growing stronger, beyond what we tried to prevent."

Lady Sunshine nodded as if she had anticipated this conversation. "I know. It's a bond forged by Old Magic, Lorgar. We can no longer stop it."

Lorgar frowned, the weight of her words settling heavily on him. "Old Magic? I suspected something unusual, but I didn't realize it ran so deep."

"Yes," Lady Sunshine confirmed, her expression softening. "From the moment they first laid eyes on each other, the magic recognized their connection. It wove their destinies together in ways even we couldn't foresee."

Lorgar leaned back in his chair, absorbing this revelation. "And there's nothing we can do to alter it?"

Lady Sunshine shook her head gently. "No. Old Magic is beyond our control, and it chose them for a reason. We can only guide them and ensure they understand the responsibility and power their bond brings."

He sighed, his initial resistance giving way to acceptance. "I see. I've noticed how their magic and psionics are amplifying, intertwining in ways that defy logic."

"Precisely," Lady Sunshine agreed. "And while it may be daunting, their union could bring balance to the chaos around us. They complement each other, tempering strengths and weaknesses."

Lorgar nodded slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing as he accepted the inevitable. "Then we must trust them to handle it wisely and provide the support they need."

"Exactly," Lady Sunshine replied, her confidence in the young duo evident. "Their bond is not something to fear but to nurture. With guidance, they will achieve great things."

The call ended with an understanding between the two mentors. Lorgar sat back, contemplating the future with a renewed sense of purpose and a touch of hope.

The spaceport buzzed with activity, stalls brimming with exotic goods, and the air filled with the scent of spices and freshly baked bread. Jiu, wandered through the bustling streets, taking in the vibrant sights and sounds. She was enjoying a rare moment of peace, away from the responsibilities and pressures of her position, which also meant she was hunting for a snack much like her favorite Codex Keeper.

As she paused to examine a stall displaying intricate jewelry, Codex Keeper Freyjar approached, his confident demeanor unmistakable. He had been persistent in his attempts to win her affections, despite her clear disinterest.

"Jiu," Freyjar greeted with a charming smile, stepping into her personal space. "I was hoping I'd run into you today. Perhaps you'd like to join me for a meal? I know a place with the finest cuisine. All the snacks can't be good for your weight."

Jiu hid her disdain by offering a polite smile. In the past, she would have tolerated Freyjar's disrespect for a free meal but she was past that, stepping back slightly to re-establish her boundaries. "Thank you, Freyjar, but I have other plans."

Freyjar's smile faltered, a hint of frustration crossing his features. "You always seem to have plans. Surely you can spare some time for a fellow Keeper."

Before Jiu could respond, Freyjar's tone shifted, becoming more insistent. "I've heard about your connection with that Keeper Orion, and how you two have been spending more time together. You could do better, you know."

Jiu's expression hardened as her patience wore thin. "My relationships are not your concern, Freyjar. Orion and I have always been close."

Freyjar's eyes darkened, his frustration turning to anger. He took a step closer, his voice lowering. "You deserve someone who can truly appreciate you, Jiu. Someone like me."

Before the situation could escalate further, Orion appeared, having noticed the exchange from a distance. He moved swiftly, positioning himself between Jiu and Freyjar.

"Is there a problem here?" Orion asked, his voice calm but firm, his presence radiating authority.

Freyjar sneered, his bravado faltering under Orion's gaze. Orion was no longer the timid and tepid Codex Keeper he was when he started this one was colder and more ready to take action when need be, "Just a friendly conversation, Orion. No need to interfere."

Orion met Freyjar's gaze evenly, his expression unyielding. "Ward witch Jiu has made her feelings clear. I suggest you respect her wishes."

Freyjar hesitated, glancing between Jiu and Orion. The power dynamic was palpable, and he could feel the weight of Orion's presence pressing down on him.

"Fine," Freyjar muttered, backing away with a forced smile. "No harm meant."

As Freyjar retreated, Othello turned to Minji, his expression softening. "Are you okay?"

Minji nodded gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Othello. I appreciate it."

He smiled, the tension in his posture easing. "Anytime. I won't let anyone trouble you."

They continued their stroll through the spaceport together, a silent understanding between them. Minji felt a sense of relief and safety with Othello by her side. On the way, Othello picked up bread for him and Minji to eat before reporting to the ship. Once there they went their separate ways. They saw more of each other here and there as they both helped the crew load up the Ship, and fell into old patterns.

Yoohyeon and Leovold also began helping inspired by Orion and Jiu's leadership skills. At times the crew came to Jiu and Orion for guidance with loading and preparations despite not being the captains themselves.

Time of Departure.

"Okay, room 810," Orion said as he opened the door. He had hoped to not be with Sua as his Ward witch for their sector, due to her more aggressive tendencies, and aura. As the door opened he was met by a familiar jet black hair. The box of Choco Pies he was carrying suddenly became lighter, as he smiled seeing Jiu.

"Why if it isn't my favorite little Codex Keeper? Jiu cooed." Orion smiled happy to be paired with her. As he sets the Choco Pies down Jiu squeals.

"I can't believe they let you bring these?" she said,"

"Well, I did make some sacrifices in terms of sleeping clothes but it was worth it as this is probably going to be a rough expedition," Orion says.

Jiu tilted her head confused and asked "Why?"

"Well call it a magic vision," Orion responded, and Jiu chuckled.

The first few days on the ship were quiet as they traveled. Jiu and Orion helped the crew but on the off time kept to themselves.

The other Ward Witches and Codex Keepers wondered what they could be doing. During this time Sua, Siyeon, Ayara, and Leovold were gossiping about what they could be doing.

In the bustling common area of the ship, Sua, Siyeon, Ayara, and Leovold gathered around a table laden with snacks and steaming cups of tea. The hum of activity around them created a lively backdrop for their conversation.

"I swear, I haven’t seen Jiu and Orion at any of the usual hangouts lately," Sua remarked, taking a sip of her tea. "It's like they’ve disappeared every time they're off duty."

Siyeon nodded, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Right? I heard they’ve been spending a lot of time together, just the two of them. Makes you wonder what they're up to."

Ayara leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "I saw them sneaking out of the library the other day, looking all mysterious. Maybe they’re working on some secret project or something."

Leovold chuckled, shaking his head. "Knowing Orion, it’s probably some intense study session. But who knows? They’ve always had that spark between them."

Sua raised an eyebrow, her tone playful. "You think it’s just about studying? I mean, come on. They’ve been practically inseparable since the last mission."

Siyeon joined in, her eyes twinkling with intrigue. "Exactly! I bet there's more going on. Maybe they’re planning something big or…"

Ayara leaned back, considering the possibilities. "Well, whatever it is, they seem focused. It's like they're in their little world when they're together."

Leovold sighed, feigning exasperation. "If only they’d share some of that genius with the rest of us. Or at least tell us what's so interesting that they keep ditching us."

The group erupted in laughter, the mystery surrounding Jiu and Orion adding a playful edge to their camaraderie.

"Let’s just hope they aren’t getting into trouble," Sua quipped, a wink in her voice.

Siyeon shrugged, a smirk on her face. "Or if they are, it’s the fun kind."

Leovold looked at them confused and asked, "What could you mean?"

Sua rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, I bet they are having wild sex. I mean have you seen how close they are at meals? Jiu for sure has that boy on a leash in more ways than one." Sua teased.

Leovold shook his head.

"Pious little Orion, and Patron saint of Motherhood Jiu, engaging in such Lewd acts impossible."

Ayara who sat close to Siyeon paused and said, "Maybe we can ask them tonight during dinner?"

Sua and Siyeon laughed as they nodded.

At this moment, Jiu and Orion were in the gym, practicing their abilities. Jiu was focusing on her psionics, while Orion was honing his magic. The scene mirrored one of their first training sessions back on the Prime Federation planet.

The training grounds were bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the field. The air was filled with the sounds of distant chirping birds and the rhythmic clashing of practice weapons. Orion and Jiu stood opposite each other, their expressions focused yet friendly.

"Ready?" Jiu asked, a playful glint in her eyes as she prepared her stance.

"Always," Orion replied with a confident nod, raising his arms in preparation. Memories flowed between them as the scene shifted between the past and the present.

In the present, Jiu used her psionics to create a pillar of fire to absorb Orion's fire arrows. As they slung magic at each other, the scene transitioned to the past.

In the past, they began with Orion's psionics flaring to life. A shimmering aura enveloped him, fortifying his defenses. His focus was clear: to create impenetrable barriers and arm himself with unyielding strength. A translucent shield materialized before him, crackling with energy, and the ground beneath his feet hardened as if to anchor him in place.

Jiu watched with admiration, impressed by Orion's ability to fortify and protect. "You like your shields, don't you?" she teased, launching a spell of her own.

Her hands moved gracefully through the air, weaving intricate patterns that summoned a swirling vortex of colorful magic. The spell expanded rapidly, its brilliant hues reflecting her preference for big, expressive displays of power. Sparks danced around her, and the energy surged toward Orion with vibrant intensity.

Shifting back to the present, Orion created four lightning chains that Jiu used her psionic armament to absorb. She smiled and said, "I know all your tricks, magic man."

"Not all. I've been working on something secret you don't even know," Orion replied.

As he spoke, he combined his psionics and magic into his longsword, which he had crafted after defeating the dragon Bayle from its skeleton. He dodged Jiu's psionic fist before swinging his mighty blade. A ripple of magic and psionics arced off his blade and headed straight for her. Jiu watched the teal tide race toward her in awe. She always thought Orion would make a great ward witch, and to see her prediction proven amazed her.

Back in the past, Orion braced himself, his shield absorbing the impact of Jiu's spell. The ground beneath him remained firm, his fortification psionics holding strong. "And you never hold back, do you?" he countered with a grin, lowering his shield.

Jiu laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Why hold back when you can make a statement?"

Their training session continued as a harmonious blend of contrasting styles. Orion's fortification and armament psionics emphasized control and resilience, while Jiu's spells were a testament to her creativity and flair. They moved in sync, a testament to their years of friendship and understanding.

In the present, Jiu watched as, instead of being attacked by Orion's wave, the wave lifted her and spun her around in a dance of color. She smiled, realizing the attack was non-lethal.

"You like it?" Orion asked as he approached her as she was brought down.

"It can determine friend or foe. It annihilates foes but protects friends. I call it Masamune," Orion explained, and Jiu smiled.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the field, they paused to catch their breath. Orion lowered his shield, the energy dissipating, and Jiu let her spell fade away, the colors lingering in the air like a fading rainbow.

Unbeknownst to them, Freyjar watched with a dulled fury.

"Orion can use magic, and Jiu can use psionics?" he mulled over. His anger flared. "No, I can use this to my advantage. I just have to get crafty." Freyjar thought to himself as he saw his favorite tool approaching.

"Hey Yoohyeon, long time no see," he said.

At dinner, a sweaty Orion and Jiu entered the mess hall to hoots and hollers from their friends and the crew.

"You two look messy. Were you having fun?" Sua asked.

"Um, Orion and I were training," Jiu explained, confused.

Sua and Siyeon sighed before leaving with Ayara and Leovold.

"That was so weird, huh?" Jiu said.

Orion nodded, replying, "Yeah, they seemed disappointed."

Yoohyeon and Leito arrived a few moments later.

"Oh, Orion and Jiu, just the two I wanted to see," Leito said happily.

Orion and Jiu looked up at the two.

"Oh, you two look so cute together," Jiu teased to Yoohyeon and Leito.

Yoohyeon and Leito blushed as they sat down.

"Jiu, stop, you're embarrassing them. What's up, Leito?"

"Um, well, we are entering the pirate territory and—" Before he could finish his sentence, the ship was hit by space warp harpoons.

"Dear Federation members, you are being boarded by the legendary pirate Gonti. Please do not resist or you will be killed. Unless your names are Orion the Pirate Slayer and Jiu the Fel-Handed. You will be killed." A voice announced as a group of pirates entered the mess hall. Jiu and Orion looked at each other before getting up. Jiu threw her hand up, and Arane weave swept up the four pirates. Orion took their stunners from them and activated his psionics.

"May my enemies' weapons fall before my feet and I claim victory," Orion said as runes surrounded his eyes, casting the spell Future Sight.

Jiu smiled as they began walking to the helm. Orion saw the first pirate coming around the corner in three... two... one. He shot the pirate with the stunner and stepped over the unconscious body before continuing his walk with Jiu.

Jiu shot the next pirate with a witch bolt, leaving another pirate suspended in her arcane weave. This pattern continued as they fought their way to the front, where Gonti awaited.

When they arrived, Jiu and Orion unleashed a combination psionic spell called Retrieval. They directed it at the pirate leader, and all of his crew were deposited back on their ship, unconscious.

The captain turned to the Ward Witch and Codex Keeper, surprised before the duo left without a word.

Back in their quarters, Jiu hopped into Orion's bed. She felt the Eldorian's heart speed up and smiled as she hugged him tight.

"what's going on you're more clingy than normal today?" Orion asked.

Jiu smiled and said, "What I can't want to be close to my best friend?" Jiu's tone held an unspoken desire that permeated the air between them.

"Okay, I'll bite," Orion said as he closed his book to face her. Jiu kissed his nose with a smile. He looked at her confused before kissing her back. The emotions and auras mix once more. However this time there were no obstacles to their hearts.

Jiu ripped off Orion's shirt. Her hands found purchase roaming his torso. Her hunger was no longer as she ripped open her top.

"Touch me Othello," Jiu said

"Okay Minji," Othello said as his hands ran over her body finding a home on her firm ass. As their auras clashed in their fervor kissed and stripped each other. When the gaze cleared they were both naked and their eyes locked. Othello lifted Minji and brought her down forcibly on his rod. Minji moaned she’s not tight per se but she is snug. He pussy’s viscous walls slosh over Orion’s walls as she sheathes him. Unable to control either of their bodies they both cum relentlessly. After their bodies calm down Minji lies next to Othello and says,

“Now we’re officially together.” Othello smiles and kisses her again.

While the couple consummated their relationship

Freyjar sat alone in his lair, the dim light from the holographic displays casting eerie shadows on his face. His eyes narrowed as he scrolled through information about Orion and Jiu, their recent activities and abilities prominently featured.

"Orion and Jiu," Freyjar muttered to himself, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Powerful, skilled, and, most importantly, vulnerable."

He tapped a few commands on the console, bringing up a detailed map of their ship’s route. His gaze shifted to a list of potential targets and weaknesses he had compiled.

"Let’s see how they handle a little... pressure," he mused, his fingers hovering over a set of coordinates. "A well-timed attack could unsettle them. But first, I need a distraction."

Freyjar's mind raced with possibilities. He could use his influence to incite internal conflict among the crew, creating discord and confusion. He could also set up a series of traps or misinformation to mislead Orion and Jiu.

"Yes," he said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "I'll play on their fears and insecurities. And when they’re at their most vulnerable, I’ll strike."

He reached for a communicator, dialing a number with practiced ease. "It’s time to put the plan into action. Make sure the distractions are in place and the intel is accurate. We need them off balance and unprepared."

As he spoke, Freyjar’s eyes gleamed with malevolent intent. The pieces of his plan were falling into place, and he was eager to see the chaos that would ensue.

With the preparations underway, Freyjar leaned back in his chair, a satisfied chuckle escaping his lips. "Let the games begin."

Minji’s dream started normally. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the garden, where Minji and Othello sat on a stone bench, enjoying a rare moment of leisure. The gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze created a serene backdrop as they chatted and laughed, temporarily free from their duties.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a mysterious figure. A witch with raven-black hair and piercing eyes approached them, her dark robes flowing like shadows in the wind. There was an air of mystery about her as if she had stepped out of a different time and place.

“Greetings, Minji and Othello,” the witch said, her voice smooth and enigmatic. “I am Morrigan, a seer. I have a message for you, a vision that concerns your future.”

Othello raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Minji. They were both intrigued but wary. “What kind of vision?” he asked cautiously.

Morrigan’s eyes seemed to see beyond the present moment, gazing into some unseen realm. “I see an expedition, one that will test your bonds and challenge your strengths. Your union, whether of spirit or something more, will change the world in ways you cannot yet comprehend.”

Minji tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “Our union? What do you mean by that?”

The witch smiled cryptically. “Your paths are intertwined. Together, you have the power to alter destinies and forge a new future. But be wary, for such power can attract both allies and adversaries.”

Othello chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. “Well, that’s quite a prophecy. But we’re just friends enjoying a day off.”

Morrigan’s expression softened, though her eyes remained intense. “Perhaps. But do not underestimate the strength of friendship and the power of shared goals.”

With that, Morrigan turned and disappeared as quickly as she had arrived, leaving Minji and Othello to ponder her words. A brief silence fell between them, broken only by the distant call of a bird.

Minji shrugged, brushing off the encounter. “That was… interesting. But I think she might be reading too much into things.”

Othello nodded in agreement, though the witch’s words lingered in his mind. “Yeah, probably just a vague prophecy. Still, it does make you think.”

They resumed their conversation, trying to recapture the light-heartedness of earlier. But despite their dismissal, the shadow of Morrigan’s vision lingered, hinting at the adventures and challenges that awaited them on the horizon.

The next day Minji woke up from the same nightmare she’d been having for the past week except she was wrapped in Othello’s arms her rapid shaking woke him up and groggily he summoned Abyssal Splitter (the longsword from earlier). Minji laughed watching this. She set his arms down and said,

“Don’t worry I just had a nightmare” Minji explained. Othello nodded and held Minji tight. She smiled feeling safe and comfortable in his embrace.

Nearing the end of the expedition. Orion and Jiu were feeling relaxed and relieved at how quiet it had been. The quiet couldn’t last though.

Their ship entered Ventus and Terran space where they received the following message.

“Dear federation this is Terra and Ventus. We have been informed that the bioweapons Jiu and Orion. We will not be intimidated and to show this we will blow up any ships that try to dock in our ports. So turn around, and leave the sector.”

The command room of the ship was tense, the air thick with the weight of recent threats. The captain replayed the message to everyone, they, had issued an ultimatum that left the crew on edge.

The ship’s captain, a seasoned veteran with a stern demeanor, sat at the head of the table, flanked by Jiu and Orion. The rest of the crew, the other codex keepers and ward witches, including Freyjar, Yoohyeon, and a few other key members, filled the seats around them.

“We can’t just ignore Terra and Ventus,” the captain said, drumming his fingers on the table. “They have the authority and the means to make our lives very difficult.”

Jiu leaned forward, her expression resolute. “We need to stand our ground. They’re trying to intimidate us, but we can’t let them bully us into submission.”

Orion nodded in agreement. “We’ve faced worse odds before. Together, we can handle whatever they throw at us.”

Freyjar cleared his throat, drawing the room’s attention. “There is one way to appease them and avoid further conflict,” he suggested, his tone careful but insidious. “We could turn in Jiu and Orion as a show of good faith.”

The room erupted into shocked murmurs and protests. Yoohyeon shot Freyjar a withering glare, while Orion and Jiu exchanged a glance of disbelief.

“Explain yourself, Freyjar,” the captain demanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Freyjar’s eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and malice. “Jiu and Orion are hiding something significant. They can both use psionics and magic—a dangerous combination that Terra and Ventus would be very interested in.”

The revelation hit the crew like a thunderclap. Gasps of astonishment and disbelief echoed around the room. Some crew members exchanged worried glances, while others stared at Jiu and Orion in newfound fear.

Jiu remained calm, though her eyes burned with defiance. “Yes, we can use both. But that doesn’t make us a threat. We’ve been using our abilities to protect and serve this ship.”

Orion stepped forward, his presence commanding respect. “We’ve always been transparent with those who needed to know. Freyjar’s suggestion is a betrayal, pure and simple.”

The captain looked between Jiu and Orion, then at the rest of the crew. “We’re a team. We don’t turn on each other. Not now, not ever.”

Freyjar, sensing the room’s hostility, tried to backtrack. “I only meant to protect the crew—”

“By selling our friends out?” Yoohyeon interrupted, her voice sharp with indignation. “You’re the one putting us all in danger.”

The room descended into chaos once more, accusations flying and alliances being questioned. Amidst the uproar, Jiu and Orion stood firm, their bond and resolve unshaken by Freyjar’s treachery.

As the captain restored order, he made a decision. “We’ll deal with Terra and Ventus on our terms. And we’ll do it together. Anyone who can’t support that is free to leave this ship.”

No one left, “now Jiu and Orion what do we do now?” The captain asked deferring to the ward witch and her Codex Keeper.

“We finish the mission,” Orion and Jiu said at the same time.

“But how?” Leito said worriedly.

“Jiu and I will use our powers to make a barrier around the ship and fly us into safety you all will have to negotiate.”

Leito Yoohyeon Sua, and Leovold nod. The meeting is fully adjourned and Orion finds Freyjar.

“Why would you do this?”

Freyjar looks startled “Why would I do what Orion?”

“Why would you suggest Jiu and I turn ourselves in you know how the core planets don’t like us.”

“Well, I figured it was the best course of action since you both are so virtuous and figured you would do the right thing.”

“I can’t believe you Freyjar after all this time you haven’t learned anything,” Orion spoke annoyed and tired before leaving. Freyjar felt victorious because no matter what happened they were going to either be excommunicated or executed leaving the power line straight for him.

The night Before flying into The no-fly zone Orion and Jiu found themselves alone.

Othello and Minji stared at each other for some time before Minji said, “You and I us against the world again.” Othello laughed before saying

“As if destined by fate.”

“You know when I met you after you graduated you looked so different I couldn’t recognize you. The scar across your nose the halo around your temple. It all gave off holy warrior of God and less Codex keeper.” Minji explained

“I wasn’t better either especially since you were with Freyjar at the time. The long hair and the dark vibe were very different from the Minji I met all those years ago.”

“Yeah it went something like”

The library was a haven of silence, its towering shelves filled with dusty tomes and ancient scrolls. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting patterns on the worn wooden floors. Minji sat across from Othello at a large oak table, her fingers drumming lightly on the open book before her.

Othello was deeply engrossed in his reading, his eyes scanning the pages with intense focus. Minji, on the other hand, was struggling to maintain her concentration. She sighed, closing her book with a soft thud.

“Othello,” Minji whispered, trying not to disturb the library’s serene atmosphere. “I’m getting bored. Let’s go get food.”

Othello looked up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could never resist Minji’s playful charm. “Alright,” he agreed, marking his place before closing his book. “But only if you promise we’ll come back and finish studying later.”

Minji grinned, already gathering her things. “Deal!”

They left the library, stepping out into the bustling streets. The city was alive with activity, vendors calling out to passersby, and the air filled with the scent of street food. As they wandered in search of a meal, their easy laughter echoed through the alleyways.

Their journey took an unexpected turn when they stumbled upon a suspicious scene: a group of men loading unconscious figures into the back of a van. Minji and Othello exchanged a glance, their instincts kicking in.

“We can’t just ignore this,” Othello said, his voice low but resolute.

Minji nodded, her expression serious. “Let’s stop them.”

Together, they sprang into action. Minji summoned a swirling mass of magic, her power crackling with intensity. Othello activated his psionics, a shimmering aura enveloping him as he moved. Their combined abilities created a force of immense power, ripping through the alley with explosive energy.

In the chaos, the traffickers were subdued, but the destruction was immense. The building around them trembled and collapsed, reduced to rubble in the aftermath of their intervention.

As the dust settled, their mentors arrived, faces etched with disbelief and disapproval. The reprimand was swift and stern, their mentors’ voices echoing in the ruins of what had once been an apartment complex.

“You acted recklessly,” Lady Sunshine, Minji’s mentor, scolded, her tone sharp with disappointment. “The damage you’ve caused is unacceptable.”

Lorgar, Othello’s mentor, nodded in agreement. “You need to understand the consequences of wielding such power.”

Othello defended himself by saying, “They were trafficking people I couldn’t stand idly by.”

“Dammit Othello. You can’t go around stopping every bad thing someone does.”

Othello’s opinion of Lorgar and the world changed with that statement. He walked over to Minji afterward and Lady Sunshine stood in front of him.

“You foolish child. You could have killed all these people in pursuit of some Childish heroics.”

Her words struck a nerve and Othello responded,

“Well maybe if people did their job I wouldn’t have to play the hero. Maybe if you weren’t all so afraid these people wouldn’t exist,” Lady Sunshine shot a spell at the petulant child only to react in surprise when it bounced off. Lady Sunshine’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the defiant boy. Before saying,

“Come Minji we have better things to be doing than staying with this riff-raff”

Minji and Othello exchanged a guilty look, realizing the severity of their actions. Though they had stopped the traffickers, the cost had been too high, and that was the last time they saw each other for almost four years until one and a half years ago, but now no artificial machinations would separate the lovers again.

Minji smiled and then kissed. Then kissed him again.

“Babe I need you,” Minji said before taking off her top. Her petite breasts were white in the present moonlight. Minji smiled as Othello took one into his mouth as she ground on his crotch.

She worked to undo both of their pants while Othello kissed and sucked on her upper body. Leaving Minji breathless and aroused.

When both were properly disrobed Minji sat on Othello’s lap before beginning to ride him. Her snug walls happily embraced his rod as Othello began to chant Minji’s name. Minji moaned happily as she took him in and out of her. The couple caught up in their pleasure didn’t keep track of their impending release until it was too late, and as both came violently in the other a wave of contentment washed over them. They lay in bed as their contentment led both to a peaceful rest.

I can tell you that their plan worked and it was a huge feat of magical and psionic prowess. I could tell you that their auras were so massive and so impressive that watching them achieve another impressive feat of protecting a voyager ship from space rail fire and atomic weapons was amazing and awe-inspiring but you’ve seen and read about how much stronger they are than everyone else. So I’m going to end on their actual last impressive feat.

When the ship arrived back in Oretia (the prime Federation planet) the couple were called into an impeachment. Their powers had been deemed too dangerous and so they must be split up again. When challenged by others Codex Orion and Ward Witch Jiu warped themselves to Paradiso. Normally this would take at least 5 of both but as I previously stated they were just that powerful. That strong and much better than their contemporaries. When they were found weeks later they had three words for their respective orders.

“We are retired” Lorgar, Lady Sunshine, Yoohyeon, Leito. Smiled at them as they sat on the beach living in peace finally able to enjoy the food they wanted when they wanted. They even invited their friends and family over for dinner, while watching the sunset.

[caitlinsclark]

MIGHT BE WORTH IT FOR ONCE caitlin clark 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | summary: Caitlin's hesitance toward being in a public relationship doesn't seem to apply to a pretty basketball player on the opposing team. based on this concept. wc: 2.2k masterlist and tag list

“I’m just not ready to put all that relationship stuff out there, I have so much attention on me,” Caitlin felt like all the air was leaving her lungs, back leaning on the cinderblock of the hallway. Her jersey clung to her skin as the argument with her current boyfriend escalated and so did her anxiety.

Connor wasn’t having any excuses from over the phone, even if she was due to get on the court any second, “And the attention I’d bring to you would be bad?” He cornered her in a box that he completely created, not even close to what she said. But she was starting to think that maybe it was true anyway.

“Yeah,” She breathed out, the first sign of relief in the last few months. Her chest finally felt light when she pressed the red button to end the call. Though the silence she basked in was interrupted moments after.

“I know our team is scary competition, but there’s no reason to cry, Clark.” An angelic voice spanned the hallway and Caitlin turned her head to find you approaching her. She was suddenly embarrassed about her red rimmed eyes and tried her best to wipe underneath them.

Though when you smile easily at her despite her current state, she slowly stops caring and is instead more entranced by your presence.

“Long time, no see.” You say when she doesn’t respond, and she can’t help but admire the way you weren’t even deterred by her accidental silence.

Your gaze lacked a sympathetic factor despite the state you found her in and Caitlin felt like she could genuinely give herself a second with you around. 

Caitlin’s lips lift up and her eyes start to shine, but not with tears like they previously were, “A little too long.” She played along, cringing inwardly at the nasally sound of her voice. 

Instead of commenting on it, you reached out to shake her hand as an offer for a friendly start to the upcoming competition. She found herself internally panicking, eyes widening at the thought of touching of your hand.

When she realized she had left you hanging too long, her eyes flickered up to where you were watching her closely in amusement. Your bottom lip was hidden between your teeth to hide a growing smile at her obvious panic.

“I’ll wait,” The attempt to hide your grin was gone as you reached your hand out further.

The brunette scratched her neck and wiped her sweaty hand nervously on her shorts. She then offered it to you, trying to convince herself that she only imagined the way that you pulled her closer. A warmth spread all throughout her body, going straight to her head and making her dizzy.

Both of you had crossed paths over the last few years, though never for overly long. Which made it even worse how vividly Caitlin remembered each time you interacted as if each memory was a hand print left permanently in wet cement.

She found herself staring at you in awe. But a nagging feeling about Connor in the back of her mind had her shying away from any, so desperately wanted, attention you were giving her. 

You let your other hand lay on top of hers, caging her own in and she knew she wasn’t imaging anything, “I hope you’re okay.” There was an underlying acknowledgement in your words, like you knew. And you were too quick to drop her hands when her eyes looked at you, widened as if you were antagonizing the poor girl.

Caitlin tried not to deflate at the loss of contact.

“And I hope you’re ready to give one hundred percent on the court,” Your hand ignited flames on her lower back where it rested, “Everyone’s gonna be looking at us.” 

Your words had her shifting on her feet, even after you’d disappeared into the tunnel to return to your team. The worst part was, she threw her head against the wall, you weren’t wrong.

You and Caitlin had developed a magnetic kind of game out on the court. The press couldn’t get enough of the push and pull relationship you two had going on over the last few games.

The cameras were zoomed in on the two of you, streaming out to who knows how many people. Caitlin tried not to let it change how she was playing, but feeling your body almost completely pressed against her was torture.

And the added pressure of knowing that so many eyes were watching the way she was folding under your presence had Caitlin’s anxiety skyrocketing. It didn’t help that you seemed completely aware of it, even using it to your advantage. Your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip as you dribble the ball between your legs, disorientating Caitlin while she’s supposed to be guarding you.

Kate had to physically push Caitlin to the side, trying to wake her friend up urgently. The brunette shook her head and tried her best to cover you but it wasn’t good enough when you were able to fake her out without breaking a sweat. She followed your body to the left eagerly, just not fast enough to get you when you pivoted the other way and shot a three pointer. 

When the game ended, she was embarrassed and you looked happier than ever. And you didn’t even try to mask it as you approached her.

“Someone seemed a little,” You looked up as if you had to think of the word, “distracted, Clark.” She wanted to smack the smug look off your face. Or kiss it, she wasn’t really sure and she screamed at herself for that.

Your commentary didn’t end there though, “Why don't you come celebrate the win with us?” A flirtatious wink was sent in her direction and masked your true intentions well enough. “You’re messing with me.” Her tone was disappointed and made your heart sink at the sudden level of emotion. It added a new and very somber aura to the conversation. You went to reach for her hands but then decided against it and let your hands fall down to your sides. “That’s really not my game here,” You lifted your hands up in defense and took a small step back. Caitlin wasn’t sure why the distance made her a little upset and she frowned when you didn’t return back.

“I’m sorry if it came off like that.” Guilt laced your tone, a far difference from the usual playfulness that you directed at her. “I thought you wanted to keep this lighthearted, I didn’t think you were ready for anything more than what we were doing.”

Your sincere tone at the thought of offending her had a fluttering feeling nagging her stomach. It made her feel even worse that you weren’t wrong, she just couldn’t admit it yet.

“I just,” She stumbled over her words, “I don’t think I’m in the place yet.”

And that was enough for you to get the hint.

“Hey, I was never saying you’re in love with me or anything,” You laughed it off with a wave of your hand and Caitlin found herself laughing with you easily. The lighthearted atmosphere you emitted calmed her tremendously. 

Until you let a cocky smirk cast over your face as if you’d snapped back into your competition mode from earlier, “But you’re going to.” 

You finished your sentence with such finality that she almost believed you too. And it stuck with her as you shot her a wink and left out the gym doors.

“I’ve never felt lovesick before,” Caitlin groaned as she shoved her head into her pillow, sprawled out as if she was physically exhausted. The lingering sensation you left had been haunting her like smoke stuck behind on her clothes.

Her friend was grinning like a fool, ready to tease her to the full extent but stopped once she caught onto the negative context behind the words.

“Why is this a bad thing?” Kate tried to put the pieces together. Her face screwed up in confusion but she sat down to comfort her friend anyway.

Caitlin closed her eyes to comfort herself, “After what happened with Connor, I’m hesitant.” She played with a loose thread on her blanket and refused to look at Kate.

“You think you’d be embarrassed to be with her? You should be proud to bag someone like her.” The blonde wanted to laugh at how ridiculous her teammate sounded. She had seen first hand the power you’d held over Caitlin, who usually was the most focused person she knew.

“I mean, I think she approached you at the wrong place but at the right time.” The blonde scoffed at Caitlin’s lack of will to get the girl, “I’ve watched you flex in front of a crowd of a thousand people yet you had to wipe your hand on your shorts just to shake her hand.” 

Caitlin stared at Kate with an unamused glare, unhappy to be as called out as she was.

“I’m scared.” Caitlin whispered when she couldn’t stay quiet anymore, “I was scared with Connor, I think I’m scared now.”

“What exactly are you scared of?” Kate retorted, prompting a bit of silence between the pair.

And Caitlin didn’t know how to answer that.

Caitlin was practically sweating at the thought of seeing you again. The two of you hadn’t gone head to head the same way when your teams played together in recent matches. You did what you could to avoid being the one guarding her, though you remained professional when you did.

The brunette thought she was scared with the way you’d been acting before, but now her heart seemed to pump three times its normal speed. And with the reaction you were getting from her at the idea of simply seeing you, it almost felt like your entire prediction of her falling for you had been correct. She definitely was going to, just like you said.

She was more nervous for facing you than she was for the upcoming draft she was going to see you at. You were bet to be 7th round or 8th round pick, and her as the 1st. Embarrassingly, she had taken extra time getting ready with the knowledge that you’d be there.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the nonchalance you had when seeing her for the first time. You gave her a small wave, something you’d send a colleague, and made your way down the carpet.

She would’ve fallen over if not for Kate holding her up. The game you were playing was working exactly as you intended. The night went on and she couldn’t seem to get you alone, there were cameras everywhere and even more people. There was never a right moment.

Caitlin should’ve felt ecstatic after being drafted first, and she was a little closer to being so once she saw you clapping from a table, but it wasn’t enough. She stayed off on the side of the stage until you had come down, holding your new basketball jersey.

“Congrats, Clark.” You took the initiative to start the conversation and the small smile you posed was so foreign to the comfortable smirk you used to give her.

“I was scared,” She admitted off the bat, shocking you but you tried not to let it show.

You were annoyingly good at deflecting as you crossed your arms, “That day you were crying? I told you we weren’t that scary as competitors.” You tried to put some distance between your bodies, but Caitlin wasn’t having it. She took a big step forward to match your small one back.

Despite the impending cameras that were definitely capturing your proximity instead of the stage, she continued, “I spent my entire relationship being scared about what they’d say about me and Connor, but I wasn’t scared of what they’d say about me and you.”

“And what would they say about us, Caitlin?” Your voice held a vulnerable kind of curiosity, wishing for her to indulge you this time. The jersey in her hand fell down, seeming unimportant when you were at risk in front of her. You tried to be mindful and put space in between both of you by pushing gently on her abdomen, but she just grabbed your hands and held them there.

“What they’ve been right about, what you’ve been right about.” Hearing her admit it softly to you was equivalent to a punch in the gut. The intimacy of her hands holding yours intensified as she slotted her fingers in between yours. “There’s a lot of people here,” Her words could only be heard by you in your close proximity. You almost couldn’t hear her with the focus you had zoned in on her lips.

But the reminder of why you hadn’t pursued one another had snapped you out your trance. Your grip on her loosened, your entire body deflating at the sudden wake up call. 

You were too good at playing it off, “I’m not saying do it anyway, Cait.” The small laugh you forced out to play the moment off might’ve fooled anyone else. You tried to tilt your head toward the ground to deal with the rejection, but she wouldn’t let you.

“But I’m going to,” Caitlin finished with a certainty that shocked you, watching as you swallowed nervously and glanced around. A shocked smile started to form on your features, your conjoined hands sliding up to rest in between your bodies. 

She made a spectacle of stealing one of her hands back, applying pressure to your lower back as your lips met in the middle. She leaned forward against you as her hand made its home on the arch of your back. You let her dip you in an affectionate show, only pulling away when your grins forced you to. 

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[evvyyypeters-fics]

Freak Like Me

Jimmy Darling x felinehybrid!f!reader

Warnings! Angst, harassment, female violence, abuse/ CA, fluff ending, lil cringe maybe

Reupload of the request by @jazz-berry

“Mommy! Look at her!” Chirped the small child observing me like a zoo animal, a pure smile on her face as she pointed.

“Don’t look sweetie!” Hissed her mother, yanking her on the arm as she dragged her past me. Her glaring eyes darted between her enamored child and my face. I could tell the difference in the scorn between me and her child, even if I couldn’t prove it.

It's been 3 years since I’d been accepted into the Freak Show, the glares and scornful looks becoming custom to me over the course of my life. I was born a freak, just like everyone else. Everyday came new insults and reactions, and I never got used to any of them. But I learned to tolerate it. To ignore it and keep a smile, or a straight face. Everyone in the Freak Show was always supportive of me, comforting me and giving me a place that finally feels like home. But no one was a bigger comfort to me than Jimmy Darling.

Like me, he had an obvious malformation that needed to be hidden in public to be seen as ‘normal’ in society. He was one of the few people now in my life who I felt I could lean on the most. I felt he always had my back, and in return I had his. I’d had a crush on Jimmy for ages, his generous behavior and bold, friendly personality struck a chord in my heart. His love and protection for the other freaks, the ones who couldn’t fend for themselves as well, he beat the drum of my heart creating a stead-fast rhythm. As well as that cheeky smirk he dawned.

When I first met Jimmy, I expected him to make fun of me just like the other people in my life. He seemed like just the right asshole with his charms, flirts and overall charisma. Instead, he had this soft look in his eyes, something tender and special. I think we truly saw something in each other, a kinship. I was born genetically altered during an experiment orchestrated by the now asylum doctor, Dr. Arden. His sick experiments trying to create human abominations. And I was no exception.

He believed that with the agility and resilience of a cat, if he mixed feline and human DNA he could create a modified human with extreme agile abilities, hearing, smell and sense. His experiment ‘failed’ when I came out with only the behaviors of a domestic house cat and a set of cat-like ears and a matching tail. He kept me prisoner as a pet until I was 12, I was lucky to live that long with him as he originally planned to kill me, but couldn’t bring himself to do it as I was the only one of his experiments that didn’t turn rabid or died. I eventually escaped when I was 13, becoming homeless. The cups I held for money being spat into instead of just being ignored like the others.

Sometimes people would see me and instantly begin beating me up, leaving me wounded in the bushes. But it seems that cats must really have nine lives, because I lived to meet Elsa, who found me alone and battered in a ditch. Where she invited me to join her Freak Show. Where I met Jimmy, with his clawed hands.

A Lobster and a cat was quite an ironic pairing. Jimmy still liked to tease me from time to time, holding fish out in his hand and swinging it like bait as if I was dying to pounce on it. I’d just glare and cross my arms like I was tired of his foolish endeavors even though I quite enjoyed his little quips.

It was Saturday, a perfect night for the Freak Show. Elsa had managed to save the show for now with a few more acts added to the set, and a few new freaks added to the cast. I was included at the time. Our best show had 50 people show up, and our usual crowd is almost 20. Which is enough to get us all by for a while. Our balance usually runs out by the end of the month, but with consistent show times, it was a stable income.

Today I was asked to do fortune telling in place of Maggie, who (not so) unfortunately died in a freak accident. She was a fraud and ex-lover of Jimmy Darling, so a part of me didn’t feel much sympathy for her. I hadn’t known Maggie during either of our times at the Freak Show together, but I don’t miss her presence regardless. I just hated having been put with her job, feeling like a fraud myself. But Elsa insisted that fortune telling was quite popular, and with my cat-like features it was even easier to market.

I spent the whole night giving vague fortunes to anyone of any age. I mainly had children who were curiously fascinated by the flick of my tail and twitch of my ears. I spent more time answering their questions than telling their fortunes, which was sort of a win for me. I let some of the, granted less-greasy, children brush my tail for a moment before they shrieked and scurried back to their mothers like a flock of chicks.

In the corner of my eye I notice a dark figure standing in the distance through the open tent curtains, it’s tall and dons what I could only make out as a bowler hat and a long trench coat. When I squint my eyes to take a closer look, the figure is gone seemingly, as if I had just imagined it. It was getting late, and I felt sleep washing over me, but I hadn’t realized how tired I must have been until now. Imagining dark figures in the distance was quite unusual behavior for me.

I had begun to pack up the tent when I heard the soft swish of the curtains dropping, seeing the hazy moonlight disappearing in the enclosed makeshift room, illuminating only with the small candles and oil lamps dawning around the furniture to make it more moody. I quickly whip my head around behind me to gauge who just came in.

“Sorry, I’m closing up.” I said calmly, trying not to sound frightened, but I knew it must have been obvious anyways, my tail and ears always gave away my true emotions. Not to mention the bug-eyed look most likely plastered over my face.

I didn’t relax any further though when I saw a tall man standing there, he donned a brown bowler hat and a matching long trench coat. His hands tucked leisurely in his pockets. I noticed a small scruffy pre-shave beard on his chin, despite the tilt of his head under his hat hiding his gaze from me.

“Can I help you?” I ask, eventually turning my body to face him, getting in a stance ready to fight or run if I had to.

He raised his head and I could see the glimmer of his brown eyes, a deep droop in his lids and a small mustache upon his lip. He smirks amusedly at me.

“Yes, you can.” He says in a low, smooth voice. He was quite an attractive man, I had to admit. But there was something wrong about him, and I couldn’t place my finger on it yet.

That was until he took some steps forward and began to entice me with his words.

“What’s such a pretty feline like you doing here? When you could do so much more…you’re beautiful. You could be a model.” He smiles at me, like it was meant to be pleasant, but it only sent shivers down my spine.

I went into a defensive stance as I began to back away from him, but he only got closer, easily cornering me. I felt like an idiot for doing that, but I had no other choice. My breath began to shorten in my chest, coming out as sharp inhales, my heart fluttering like a hummingbird in my chest and pounding through my ears. I was getting dizzy with panic.

“Don’t be afraid, darling.” The man coos menacingly as my ears begin to flatten to my head. My words choked in my throat as I scream and thrash in my head, only coming out as burning tears in my eyes.

“Say….” He trails, glancing at my tail with a smirk. I freeze in place from his gaze and yelp painfully when he pulls at my tail.

“So, it is real.” He scoffs delightfully as if he almost didn’t believe it despite the clear movement.

“My…what a beautiful specimen you are, indeed…” He says slowly, taking his time with each syllable like a long breath. He reaches out for my hair and squishes it between his fingers, a new sort of mischievous grin on his face. One that is dark and disturbing and makes my hair stand up.

He starts to move his fingers to tuck my hair back behind my ear, but suddenly the curtains of the tent fly open and I see a familiar figure standing in the doorway with a look of sheer shock and surprise on his face that quickly turns into rage as he drops everything in his hands and storms over to the man. They’re almost the same height, so Jimmy easily grabs his shoulder to turn him and knocks a fair punch in his face. His deformed hand created what I assumed was probably a harsher blow than average.

The man instantly dropped to the ground, holding his now surely broken nose in his hand as blood seeped through his fingers like a river. He lifts his head to Jimmy and they just stare at each other for a split second before the man silently gets up and sprints away. Jimmy watches him run, practically huffing with anger before turning to me, his demeanor shifts and his breathing calms as he gives me a soft gaze.

“Are you ok?” He asks in a concerned, gentle tone. He doesn’t even let me answer before he swings his arm protectively over me and begins to lead me out of the tent and to his caravan.

“C’mon sweetheart.” He beckons, as if I wouldn’t follow him to the ends of the Earth no matter where we were.

As soon as he closes the door to the caravan behind us, the welled up sobs begin to climb out of my throat, thick and hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Jimmy instantly looks concerned and wraps me in a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of my head as his large hands rub my back soothingly.

“There, there.” He says comfortingly as he lets all the emotions built up inside of me through the day wash over and spill. Holding me tight to his chest so I could hear the calm, melodic drum of his heart, beating lovingly for me.

The sound itself begins to soothe me, along with his tender massages of my back and eventually the storm of tears subsides. He removes his chin from the top of my head and loosens his hold a bit as he points his face towards me and gauges my expression.

“Feeling better?” He asks with a soft chuckle, a gentle smile painted on his face that swelled in my heart.

I nodded silently and threw myself into another tight hug where he began to pat my head.

“Jimmy…” I said, my words muffled by the clothes on his chest.

“Yes, Darlin’” He replied, our cheeky little inside joke.

“Can we cuddle?” I ask, my cheeks becoming a soft pink when asking, slightly embarrassed at the request. I didn’t know how he would answer, we didn’t have the cuddly kind of relationship. At least, not in my eyes.

To my surprise I feel him shift, a soft nod. “Of course.” He rings out in a soft voice and I felt as if my heart could have almost exploded from how hard it started pounding in my chest. A feverish pattering that rushed through my whole body with a light weight feeling.

Without another word we both stood in silence, unsure of what to do, before Jimmy started slowly leading us both to his bed in a slow walk. He sat down gently on the mattress first before scooting back and letting me crawl forwards over him, nuzzling snuggly into the crevice of his arm and resting my head on his chest. I was soothed again by the subtle rise and fall of his breaths, hearing again the rhythm drumming of his heart in my ear.

He strokes my hair gently with his fused fingers, petting the top of my head like a true house cat. A strange hum began to pull from my throat as he continued to stroke my head and ears, his other hand wrapping around my back and rubbing it in slow motions up and down my spine.

“Are you purring?” He chuckled sweetly when he noticed the low sound.

“N-No!” I blurt out, shy and confused.

“I didn’t even know you could do that.” He says, smiling and resting his head back down on the pillow.

“Me neither…” I mumbled, and he lifted a curious brow, dropping it and letting it go.

Despite the strange reaction he pulled from me with the massages, he continued petting me, each rub and stroke becoming stronger and more deliberate. I felt the urge to continue the favor, my fists kneading into his chest with hesitant nudges. He smiled silently to himself when he felt the soft press of my knuckles rolling against his shirt. My eyes gently closed, eyelashes splayed over my pink cheeks.

Lulled to sleep in his arms, we both fell asleep together that night, waking up in each other’s arms and sharing a comforting smile together. Things were surely going to be different around here now.

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