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landopoet · 22 hours ago

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two prizes.

pairing lando norris x journalist!reader

warnings smut, oral (fem receiving), mentions of alcohol

synopsis that day was not the first time you and lando had met, and he helps you remember that

author’s note posting my older works, thanks to @clovermoters for the collage up top!

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Excitement pulsed through your veins at the mere sound of engines roaring.

The amount of people trying to push past you made you anxious, but you knew it was all part of the experience. Everyone was bunching up to watch one of the greatest events of all time— the Miami GrandPrix.

Once you make it through the crowd, avoiding elbows and shoulders of people much taller and energetic than you, the entrance that you need comes into view.

You weren’t just excited for the interviews you were going to watch up close, but also the entire concept of the race. The hustle of engineers in all these garages, working their hardest to get the drivers in and out of the pits with minimal time to waste. Not to mention the drivers themselves, having to sit in the cars for multiple hours over the race weekend with no complaints— they chose to do this, they deal with the consequences.

That’s exactly what excited you. The reasoning for their choice to do this, you wanted to ask each and every one of them why they wanted to do this, what was so interesting?

You guessed their answer would be the same as yours if you were asked why you became a sports journalist.

Keeping your amazement at bay, you observed the race, focused on everything going on even though it was a lot to keep up with. But that’s exactly what you were there for.

You were sitting in the grandstands, intently watching the cars fly past you, when your phone rang. The caller ID said it was your coworker who had also been at the race but disappeared about ten minutes ago.

“Hello?”

She sounded distressed when you heard her voice. “Hey, love. I was wondering if you could take over the post-race interviews?”

Today was supposed to be a sort of intern day for you, meaning you were just going to watch your colleague interview the drivers and better understand what the etiquette is for it. You hadn’t expected to have your first interview today.

“Uh, why?” You asked, in a whisper. “You know I’ve never interviewed anyone before, right?”

“So?” She seemed much more confident in you than you were in yourself. “You’ve studied journalism for a few years now, yeah? I don’t think you’d have taken an internship at SkySports for nothing.”

“I mean, I guess?” You shrug. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to speak to actual drivers, though. What if I make a fool of myself?”

“You won’t if you remember that they’re just people doing their jobs, and you’re doing your job by asking them questions.” She makes a good point and you sigh in defeat.

“Alright, I’ll do it. Send over the information you’ve written.”

“Sorry.” You hear her slightly laugh. “You gotta fend for yourself with that one, hun. It’s a cruel world we live in. Cheers.”

With that, the call ended and you were left with nothing but anxiety weighing on your shoulders. The rest of the race seemed to fly by in mere minutes, your mind too focused on the pressure of your first ever interview.

Well, not first ever.

You imagined the day would come sooner or later, so you’d practise a conversation with one of the drivers by speaking to yourself in the mirror. That, and watching multiple interviews through the years, soaking up every bit of information you could about the process of it.

Before you knew it, you were standing in a sea of people with their cameras, waiting for the drivers to make their way to you.

It wasn’t that nerve wracking when you actually started talking to them, and by the time you got to Daniel, you had lost all feelings of anxiety, instead laughing along to his jokes.

You thought so, at least. A feeling of intimidation crawled up your spine when your eyes locked with Lando Norris, a driver for Mclaren. You noticed the piercing look from across the room as he spoke to a different interviewer, his green pupils tracking your every move as you spoke to Oscar.

The interview with Oscar wraps up and he begins turning away from you. “Good luck on your next race!”

Oscar smiled at you as he walked off to somewhere you could only guess.

If you had been anxious before, you were probably five times as anxious now, because Oscar Piastri leaving the spot in front of you meant that Lando Norris would be replacing him. And, for whatever reason, he was making you incredibly nervous.

You looked down at the ground as Lando approached you, waiting to hear what you had to say. You couldn’t bear looking up at him, knowing he’s already staring at you. But it was part of your job and you had to stay professional.

“Hello, Lando.” You said, cheerily.

“Hi,” he grinned at you, sweaty and all, his dimples appearing for a split second. “How are you?”

“I’m alright, thanks, how was the race?” You asked with a smile, ignoring the butterflies in the pit of your stomach when he smiled at you again.

Lando’s green eyes studied your face, soaking up each detail he missed since the last time he had seen you. He knows you don’t remember him and he doesn’t need you to, it’s kind of nice to feel something without reciprocation from the other.

After a long while, Lando shrugged. “Yeah, uh, the race was pretty good, I mean, I got first place, so I’d say it’s good. Y’know, aside from Oscar’s incident, but that’s not something we can predict, it just happens.”

You watched intently as he explained the race, your eyes oddly drawn to his lips. The pattern at which they move, and the tempting way he pokes his tongue out to tap the corners of his lips, makes you weak.

This was horribly unprofessional of you, and you knew that, but the charms of this young british racer had worked their magic on you, and you weren’t strong enough to resist it.

You felt like it was just the two of you in the room and both of you were trying your damn best not to break, one for more reasons than the other.

“Yeah, it seems like it was a lucky race for you, the pace of your car was incredible to watch.” You pointed out, looking down at the race data on your clipboard. “The RedBull’s were a bit slower this race, do you think that gave you an advantage?”

“Well, they already win races left, right and centre. They have to be bad sometimes.” Lando stifled a laugh. “But, uh, I don’t know. I think it all came down to the car and my ability to control it. The pace was insane, honestly, I wasn’t expecting it to be faster than a RedBull.”

The joke made you giggle and you quickly hid your face by looking away for a mere moment, in an attempt to recollect yourself. Thankfully, none of the cameras were on your face.

“Or it’s just pure talent, I’d say.” You look back up at him, his eyes never once leaving your face. He’s so smiley and it’s contagious, so you can’t help but smile at him, too. “Any plans for the celebration? You must be feeling ecstatic about your first win, so I assume the celebration must be as big as this.”

Lando puts the tube of his water bottle to his lips and takes a long sip, eyes still glued to you. He wasn’t even blinking, far too focused on the shape of your lips and how good they felt that night. That one night you can’t seem to remember.

“I’m not entirely sure, if I’m honest.” He shrugs, tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip before he takes it between his teeth, biting back the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. “I still have to call my mum and siblings.”

“I’m sure they’re incredibly proud of you,” you smile, politely. He’s still intently looking at you, cheeks now burning red at your comment accompanied by his massive grin.

It was time to wrap up your chat with Lando, but, in all honesty, you really didn’t want to. You felt something brewing in your chest at the mere feeling of his eyes burning into you, and it excited you.

Still, you ignore it. You had to stay professional, even if it was all too much to handle. “It was lovely chatting with you, Lando. Congratulations and good luck next race.”

“Will you be interviewing me next time, too?” Lando asks, making no move to walk away just yet. His eyes narrowed onto yours when you looked back at him, an adorably surprised look on your face.

“Uh,” you look away for a moment, not sure what to say. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“I look forward to seeing you again. Maybe.” He gave you another cocky smirk and nodded his head as a farewell, leaving you nothing but a blushing mess in the media pen.

After a plethora of interviews back to back, you were tired beyond words. Your feet were sore, your back hurt, you felt your eyelids close if you stood still for longer than two seconds. The image of your soft hotel bed made you motivated to keep moving through the building and find your way out.

“Oh, hey!” A familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. “Y/N, was it?”

Your eyes find their way to the person behind you and you’re happy to see that it’s Daniel. “Daniel! Hi, nice to see you again.” You extended a hand to shake and he smiled as he squeezed it.

“Was lovely talking to you earlier. You asked such great questions, honestly, it made me really think about my answers, y’know?” You hadn’t noticed how both of you started walking again and he kept up with your pace. “How long have you been doing this?”

“Oh, interviewing?” You ask and he nods eagerly, with the energy of a little boy. “This was my first official day of interviewing, actually. I had to step in for my colleague.”

“No way.” He muses, jaw slack and eyes glimmering with interest. “The way you interacted with me had me thinking you were carrying a load of experience.”

You stifle a laugh and watch the path ahead. “Yeah, well. I practised a lot in my room. You have race sims, I have a mirror and a hairbrush for a microphone.”

Daniel’s laugh echoed in the mostly empty area around you. “You’re funny, too.” He muses once again, shocked by how much fun you can be. “Listen, I know it’s not professional to ask this, but are you free tonight?”

“Oh, uh,” you look up at him and hesitate. “I’m not interested in-“

“No, no,” Daniel waves his hands in the air as if to stop the words spilling from your mouth. “God, no. I was going to ask if you’d like to come to the club later, all of the drivers are gonna be there to celebrate Lando’s win. It could be fun.”

You paused in your steps, brows furrowing as you felt a beam of energy climb up your spine. All of a sudden, your bed didn’t seem like the comfiest thing in the world and you were willing to exchange it for a pair of heels and a dress.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You smiled at Daniel and he reciprocated the gesture.

He gives you a piece of paper with something scribbled on it and you gladly pluck it from his fingers. “Shoot me a text when you’re ready, I’ll give you a ride to the club. Cheers.”

And with that, he disappeared into the car park, the only remainder of his friendly presence being his lingering smell in the air and the scribbled number on the back of a grocery store coupon.

“Thanks, mate.”

Lando’s hand felt heavy as he shook it with someone he barely knew, congratulating him on the win. He’s been stuck in this large group of people for way too long, desperately looking for an escape. And, eventually, he found it— you.

His eyes have been stuck to you for the past fifteen minutes, patiently waiting for the people to finish congratulating him so he could finally talk to you.

When the perfect moment arose, Lando swiftly shimmied between the dancing bodies and made his way to the bar. You were still sitting there, looking as beautiful as the last time he saw you, but now you were right in front of him and he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Lando’s voice startles you when he plops down in a bar stool beside you.

You smile at him, feeling the same anxiety crawl up your spine as the last time you saw him. “I’d say the same, but this feels like the perfect place for a race winner.”

“I honestly hated it before,” he shrugged, looking out into the crowd. “I used to party after a podium, second place being the best I’ve ever had.”

“But now you’re here as a winner.” You’re still looking at him when he turns back around. There’s something so nostalgic about the way he looks at you, almost as if you’ve already been there and seen him before. “A victory looks good on you.”

“Yeah?” He flashes a grin your way, raising a brow. “I’ll try to win more then. Maybe I’ll get to see you again that way.”

“I’m free whenever you want to see me,” you blurt. Lando’s eyebrows raise with surprise when you say that and he bursts into a small laugh when you start flailing your hands around in the air. “Sorry, that’s so unprofessional, I didn’t mean to–“

“It’s fine,” he assures you. “I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to get out of here. But that’s so unprofessional of me.”

“Mr. Norris!” You exclaim with a faux gasp. Lando watches with an amused grin on his face as you smile back at him. “I’d like that very much.”

It didn’t take long for both of you to swivel your way past the drunk people in the club and find yourselves in a cab. Lando’s hand made a home on your thigh and you didn’t mind. It felt warm, secure and turned you on when he inched it closer to the hem of your dress.

Time flew fast in the company of a race winner, especially one as charming and attractive as Lando. You didn’t realise how many hours had passed after you had left the club and, frankly, you didn’t really care.

The moments spent with him felt somehow nostalgic, as if you had felt this way before. But you’re sure you just dreamt it. There’s no way you’ve met Lando before and didn’t remember it.

It felt silly to think that, so you just ignored that thought and continued watching the intoxicating way his lips moved as he spoke. He’s been talking about something for the past five minutes and you didn’t hear a word of it, being far too focused on the pattern of his freckles, the dip of his nose and the gentleness of his eyes when he looked at you.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, voice gentle and cautious.

You bit back a smile, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. “You.”

The nostalgic feeling snuck its way into the back of your mind when he kissed you, his lips and hands feeling like a long lost home. You somehow already knew the melody of his breathing and the pattern of his hair, the familiarity of his kiss starting a fire in your chest. You felt the warmth of his lust spread through your torso, creeping up your neck, softly toying with the giggle in your throat.

Stars spackled on the inside of your eyelids and the harmonious sounds leaving your lips finally drew you back to that night.

Warm hands. Gentle strokes and soft kisses. Careful fingertips trailing their way down your hips. Lando’s tongue danced on your aching bud and you felt the whole world fade away. The mere touch of his fingers on your hips to keep you still reminded you of the last time.

“Mmh, fuck.” Lando hummed against you, the vibrations sending bolts of lightning through your veins. “So good. So fucking good for me, y/n.”

His tongue swirled around your throbbing clit, bringing you that much closer to the edge. The alcohol in your system mixed with the pleasure coursing through your body was a lethal combination. Your legs shook as you felt your walls close around nothing, Lando’s mouth attached to you as if he was a starved man and you were the first thing he could get his mouth on.

“I’m- I-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before making a mess all over his goatee. He licked up every last bit of you, the sweet taste of you making a perfect combination with the aftertaste of whiskey in the back of his throat.

You stayed lying there, eyes fluttering closed and lips parted, deep breaths inflating your chest. Lando watched you, green eyes soaking in every inch of you— he wasn’t sure if you’d remember him this time, so he made the most of every moment spent with you.

After a while of him watching you, you felt Lando get up and come back in a few minutes, a damp towel in his hands. He touched your most sensitive parts with the weight of nothing, carefulness sewn into every movement he made. At that point, you were drifting in and out of consciousness, not fully knowing when the bed dipped under Lando’s weight again.

You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you in, the warmth of his bare skin heating your cheek. You were hesitant to speak, cautious as to not say something wrong. So, instead of speaking, you lifted your head and connected your lips with his again, the minty taste of his lips making you smile.

“It was you.”

Lando hummed into the kiss, as if to acknowledge that it was him, but also to ask what you meant.

You pulled away, fingers immediately making home in his curls. “That night.” A familiar look painted itself across Lando’s face. “I tried so hard to remember whose lips felt like home, and only the weight of yours reminded me.”

“You were thinking about me?” Lando inquired, brushing stray strands of hair away from your face.

You nodded. “Every day since that night.”

Lando smiled before kissing you again. “You never left my mind. I kept reminiscing that night, waiting for fate to magically bring us back to one another.” He whispered against your hairline, lips pressing soft, love-filled kisses against your skin. “Didn’t expect to win two prizes in one day.”

A small laugh slipped past your lips. “What a lucky man you are, Mr. Norris.”

“The luckiest.” He hummed. “Because I finally have you.”

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etherealrin · 4 hours ago

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HI THIS IS MY FIRST ANON REQUEST FOR U U LOVE YOUR WRITING . I cant get out of my head this image of one of the blue lock additional time moments that shows that Rin is using a big ass tablet instead of a phone so i got delusional and started thinking abt Rin having an idol gf that he absolutely adores and during his breaks he watches her fancams and stuff and his roommates are like totally surprised that he is so whipped lmao😭

♬⋆.˚ she's my idol!

proplayer!rin spends so long on his ipad that his teammates start wondering what he's doing, or, rather, who he's watching...

warnings: none! // wc: 920

note: idol!reader, referred to as a girl. tysm to anon who reqed this, why are all of my anons straight genuises oml.

itoshi rin is a man who values and needs privacy. unfortunately for him, his roommates seemed to have no such sense of those ideologies. the tall white haired boy, nagi, left him alone mostly out of laziness, but man was he nosy. however, the other boy sharing the sleeping quarters of blue lock's top 6, yukimiya kenyu, was more of a problem. his friendly facade (rin was sure he had ulterior motives) drove rin insane.

"rin-kun, what'cha watching?" yukimiya would pop up behind him at the most exasperating and random times, and what bothered rin most was the fact that he couldn't sense his presence. as if a lanky six-foot-tall high schooler could be stealthy. it scared the living daylights out of rin. of course, he had his reasons for wishing to be left alone—especially while he was on his ipad—because there was personal information in it! he doesn't need his lukewarm roommates trying to friend him on his brawl stars account, he doesn't need them discovering his photo albums, and above all else, itoshi rin does not want them digging into his youtube account.

and so he spends his rare moments of rest curled upon his bed like a cat, earbuds shoved in to eliminate the ruckus produced by the other two. really, how could they conversate for so long about what kind of animal isagi looked like?

when he hits the search query for your youtube account and clicks into the most recent of hundreds of fancams, the rest of the world becomes oblivion; rin only has eyes for you in those moments. he thinks you look absolutely jaw-dropping in the most recent upload, as if you belonged on the cover of vogue (admittedly, he owns a few magazines with your face on the front.) you're performing on the weekly music show, as you always did whenever you released a new song. the comments are drowning in fans filled with adoration, gushing about your talent, your visuals, your vocals: truthfully it makes rin a little jealous. why were so many people trying to steal his beautiful girl? he's unaware of the soft smile tugging at his lips the entire time, a light pink dusting his cheeks, earning him curious glances from nagi and yukimiya (they're whispering amongst themselves, what could possibly be making itoshi rin smile?)

ir0809: you were amazing, love.

you grin when you see the notification from your laptop. it had been a tiring day of practice and fulfilling your schedule, but your boyfriend's little comments will always brighten your mood. you wished you could call him, but you understood how he had no way to. with your stardom rising each day and rin's soccer career so close to the international stage, it was best to keep your relationship under wraps as to avoid any scandals. it doesn't change the fact that you miss seeing his face every day though, blue lock had taken away those stolen moments between the two of you as well.

rin's spending a little too long watching your interview from yesterday with laser-sharp focus (you were sharing a "what's in my bag?" and he sees the keychain he won you hanging from it) when nagi and yukimiya just materialize from the back, peering at the tablet screen.

"wait, you're a fan of her too?" nagi asks lazily, a curious gleam set in his melange eyes.

"rin-kun, i didn't take you as the type to like idols," yukimiya starts. rin has to bite back a high pitched scream.

"what the hell are you two doing, spying on me like i'm some specimen?" he growls, pissed that they had found out. "and for your information, nagi, she's my girlfriend!" of course, he just had to let nagi know that you were taken, he couldn't stand the idea of the boy looking at you with those heart eyes as well!

"HUH?" a collective gasp rings out from the two boys.

"seriously?" nagi asks. "i need proof, then."

so rin begrudgingly digs out a small white box, and nagi's eyes only grow wider when he sees stacks upon stacks of polaroids, letters, photo strip- all evidence of the dates you've been on before. rin even keeps the tickets of movies you've seen together. he's so distracted that he doesn't notice yukimiya, who'd retreated to a corner and begun to type rather urgently at his phone.

yukimiya: guys come quickly, rin's dating that one viral idol.

otoya: actually?? ur jk.

yukimiya: i am NOT playing rn.

it's then when the door swings open and karasu, otoya, and shidou fall through the space, almost breaking the hinges.

"it's true? rin-rin's whipped for some idol?" shidou teases, winking at rin. otoya eyes the box as well.

"there's no way you scored a baddie like her," the boy with green bangs groans in disbelief. "and i like her content too!" karasu only hollers in agreement, lightly hitting rin on the back.

rin's cheeks are heated and he hates to think about how badly he must be blushing right now. "all of you, i hope you don't value your family's lives too much," he says. "because they'll all be dead. very, very soon."

"AWWW, RIN-RIN'S BLUSHING!" shidou exclaims, which earns him a hard tackle to the floor.

but when the blue lock exhibition match goes public, rin still makes sure you're there in the front row. despite his teammate's relentless comments the entire match, he knows you're in those stands, cheering him on—and that's all he really needs.

a/n: hopefully this is what you were reffering to/what you wanted, i'm thinking about that one additional time where it's yukki and nagi turning the boys into animals and rin's sitting on his ipad until they mention isagi LMFAO

masterlist!

#rin's a secret loverboy no arguments #tbh he'd be so supportive of ur ambitions (respect)#rin x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock rin #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #rin x you #rin itoshi #rin blue lock #blue lock fluff #rin fluff #bllk fluff #凛 ; rin x reader

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anonymousewrites · 2 days ago

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Apple of My Eye Chapter Twenty-Two

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two: Your Fault

Summary: As curses continue to pop up, tensions rise, and people are eager to blame one another without proof.

Another morning meant more news—this time from Fairy Godmother. As she stood and explained her findings from studying Eris, who was stuck in the pool but was being brought all that she needed, the group of VKs and Auradon mentors were torn between relief and frustration.

“The spell isn’t a True Love Curse,” confirmed Fairy Godmother. “Eris’s ability to transform back into a human has simply been stalled, held back. Once we can figure out the exact spell, we can undo it, just as with Chad and Adrian’s curses.”

That was good news. It meant the curses weren’t unchangeable and were fixable. None of them were permanent, trapping their recipients until True Love freed them. They were just…stuck as they were for a bit longer.

“However, there are very few hints in the magic to point at a suspect,” said Fairy Godmother. “I’m afraid the investigation will have to continue.”

That was the bad news. This was the third curse, and, since Yvon had been interviewed at the same time as Eris’s curse, the suspect pool had shrunk but still not revealed evidence of a perpetrator. The only people left were Thea and Farley, and neither seemed any more suspicious than they had been at the beginning. The only clues pointing at them was their distrust of the VKs, and that wasn’t much to go on.

“Thank you, Fairy Godmother,” said Ben, voice heavy. “Keep us updated on the efforts to break the curses.”

Fairy Godmother nodded as she exited the room.

Mal groaned and put her head in her hands. “Three curses, two suspects, and no evidence. What are we going to do?”

“We have people watching the fairy kids,” said Uma. “If they’re the culprits, then we’ll find out.”

“But what if they aren’t the culprits?” said Evie. “What do we do then? I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” Already, the arguments were growing worse. Tensions between the VKs and the Auradon kids grew with each passing day, and each curse brought forward everyone’s suspicion of the others, prejudiced or not.

“We’ll face that when we come to it,” said Ben, keeping a calm head. “The only thing we can do is give warnings to people who may be cursed and try to update security. If we give the culprit less opportunities to curse people, that should drive them into a corner.”

“What about the Ball?” said Carlos. “Are we sure we want to hold it, still?”

“If we cancel, it will make the tensions worse,” said Mal.

“How?” said Carlos. “Isn’t it safer?”

“Since we haven’t caught the culprit yet, I’d say nothing is safer than anything else,” said Jay.

“And if you cancel, you have a whole school of kids who will blame one another for it, and since the Auradon kids are already blaming the VKs…” (Y/N) trailed off.

“Someone’s gonna start duelin’,” said Harry.

“Let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that,” said Ben firmly.

“I’m already researching spells to alert us if someone tries to cast a curse,” said Mal. “I can set them up around the ball.”

“So the Ball is almost a trap?” said Uma.

“That could work,” said (Y/N). “If we keep them from being able to curse any more people beforehand, they’ll get desperate.”

“And either way, it’d be a hell of a show to curse someone at a ball,” said Harry.

“But someone could still get hurt,” said Evie worriedly.

“Relax, E,” said Mal. “It’s a backup plan for if we can’t narrow down the culprit before the ball.” She smiled. “We’re going to do everything we can to protect people before that.”

“Good,” said (Y/N). They stood. “I’ll go and help Jane with telling the at-risk students to be careful.”

“Be careful,” said Evie and Harry at the same time. They looked at each other in confusion, and (Y/N) just chuckled.

“Don’t worry about me,” said (Y/N), smiling and walking out the door.

“I’m followin’ ‘em,” said Harry decisively.

“Good,” said Evie, shoulders sagging worriedly. “I don’t want anything to happen to them.”

“You really think they’re in danger? The culprit’s avoided True Love Curses so far. Surely, they wouldn’t go that far,” said Ben, horrified at the idea.

“You have to build up to curses,” said Mal. “The spells are getting more elaborate as the culprit gets bolder.” She grimaced. “It’s entirely possible they could manage a True Love’s Curse.”

“And there aren’t many people who True Love that in their stories,” said Evie. “Anna and Kristoff’s child could be affected because of Anna. Rapunzel’s daughter is in danger.”

“And Highness,” said Harry, heart clenching.

“If they’re cursed, can we help them?” said Carlos quietly.

“Only their True Love can,” said Evie.

“There’s no cure other than that,” said Mal.

“But we’ll keep them safe,” said Uma firmly. “They’re our friend.”

“Which is why I’m keepin’ an eye on ‘em. I’m not lettin’ ‘em get hurt.” Harry’s words were as true as his heart.

Mal watched him leave the room and looked at Evie and Uma. “They’re—”

“Yeah,” said Evie.

“Head-over-heels,” said Uma.

“Huh?” said Ben, Carlos, and Jay.

Uma, Evie, and Mal rolled their eyes. Men.

The concerns of Mal, Ben, and the rest of their friends proved true, though. Although another curse didn’t pop up for the next few days, that didn’t cause the tensions to abate. If anything, the arguments were growing worse, even without another victim to add to the tally. The Auradon kids were nervous and suspicious of the VKs, old biases flourishing with the general fear. On their part, the VKs were growing frustrated with people looking down on them, leading to their own tempers flaring up. Between the two, fights and shouting matches were common across Auradon Prep.

The worst part was the rumor mill, though. Anytime anything strange happened to someone, they’d panic and begin to worry about being cursed. All the people who could be cursed were growing nervous and fearful, hiding from their parents’ nemeses. People were scared, rightfully so, of being cursed, but it was feeding into the general tension as the two groups of people who had begun to reunite distanced themselves.

And no one could do a thing about it. Sure, some people hadn’t yet grown too afraid or anxious and were still looking forward to the Reunion Ball as an opportunity to come together and show they were moving into a new era, but as whispers continued to swirl about who was the culprit and who was next, the situation was growing worse. Something was going to snap—someone was going to snap, and when that happened, everything the original VKs, Ben, and (Y/N) had worked for could come crumbling down.

But they weren’t going down without a fight. They would face any curse and any villain to protect the new future they were making.

“Break it up,” said (Y/N), pushing two kids back from one another. “I said break it up! Move along.” They pushed one of the students in one direction and the other in the opposite. “You should be ashamed of yourselves.” They groaned as they kids glared at one another.

“Need me to intervene, Highness?”

(Y/N) relaxed slightly as they heard Harry behind them. “Please,” they said, gesturing.

“Were you two causin’ Highness here trouble?” said Harry, stepping forward. Both the VK and the Auradon kid froze nervously and glanced at one another, forced onto the same side by a far more intimidating opponent. Quickly, they shook their heads. “Good. ��Cause I’d hate to use me hook to teach ya a lesson.” He gestured lazily down the path with his hook. The students nervously watched the sunlight glint off the metal. “Go on. Get. And stay out of Highness’s way.” The students didn’t need to be told twice. Harry spun to look at (Y/N) and bowed. “At your service, Highness.”

(Y/N) chuckled slightly at his dramatics, and Harry smiled to himself. He had fully intended to raise their spirits, and he had, of course, succeeded. “There’s that smile, Highness,” said Harry. “Ya look better with it.”

(Y/N) smiled softly, and their heartbeat quickened at the compliment. “Thank you, Harry. Things are getting out of hand.”

“Nothin’ you and I can’t handle,” said Harry, smirking. “We’ll hook this villain.”

“Right,” said (Y/N), trying to remain optimistic. If they gave up, that was exactly what the culprit wanted—to just run free and cause everyone to hate each other. “We will.” They looked at Harry. “Together.”

“Together,” agreed Harry. His smirked widened, and he reached up with his hook, tucking a hair behind (Y/N)’s ear before taking it off. “Speakin’ of together—what are your plans for the ball?”

“It depends on what you’re asking,” said (Y/N), smirking in return. They were totally unafraid of his hook. They knew he wouldn’t hurt them. (And, honestly, who didn’t think it was a little hot?)

“Has any royal asked for your hand at the dance?” said Harry. “’Cause I know someone who’s interested.”

“Hm, are they intelligent?” said (Y/N), putting on a teasing show.

“Sharp as a sword,” said Harry, smirking proudly.

(Y/N) pretended to consider. “Are they funny?”

“Got a pirate’s wit,” said Harry.

“Are they attractive?” said (Y/N), smirking.

Harry leaned towards them with a catlike grin. “Devilishly handsome.”

“Well, if they ask me out, I’ll say yes,” said (Y/N). “Let me know if they decide to.” They grinned. “Oh, and I hope they can dance.”

“Even the fancy pants dancin’?” said Harry, faltering slightly.

“Are they not up to it?” said (Y/N) “innocently.”

“Of course they are. Your admirer never backs down from a challenge,” said Harry.

“Then tell my admirer to meet me at Apple Cottage tomorrow,” said (Y/N). “For dancing lessons.”

“Ya can’t be serious,” said Harry.

“Oh, come on, I thought my admirer doesn’t back down,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“They don’t,” said Harry, squaring his shoulders.

“Then they’ll meet me,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“As you wish, Highness,” said Harry, bowing. He would always say yes to them.

(Y/N) smiled and laughed.

“Evie, my favorite of Her Royal Purple’s crew—”

“I take money over compliments,” said Evie, amused by the compliments but also knowing he was about to ask for something. “I run a business, you know.”

“Aye,” said Harry, pulling out some of the money he’d made teaching some kids to fence. “I wanted to ask about me suit.”

“It’s coming along perfectly,” said Evie. “Formal enough to be acceptable, roguish enough to have your pirate charm. And it’s your signature color—red.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about,” said Harry. “Can the suit have a bit of blue? Or gold?”

Evie paused in sorting her threads and looked at Harry. “Have you finally confessed?”

“What?” said Harry, surprised that someone other than Uma, who teased him relentlessly, knew about his feelings.

Evie laughed. “You are so obvious. But, fine, you haven’t. What is it about the suit?”

“I want to…match. Look good with Highness,” said Harry.

Evie smirked. “Oh, Harry, don’t you know me? I designed your outfits together. You two are going to look amazing.”

“Ya planned our outfits together?” said Harry, smiling slightly.

“Yes, I have it all worked out,” said Evie. “You just have to get a move on and ask them out.”

Harry grinned roguishly. “I’m tryin’ to.”

“Good. Now get up on the podium. I need your measurements.” Businesslike as ever, Evie pulled out pins and a measuring tape. It was disconcerting, but Harry had the distinct impression that those were her weapons, and he remained very still to not disturb the woman at work.

The moment Harry left the studio, Evie picked up her phone. Time to make sure (Y/N) looks good for tomorrow~. They’re getting asked out by their pirate.

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