#v. as long as we’re out in the sun. ( complete au ) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lacheri · 3 years ago

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|| moon river. || part vi. ||

|| masterpost || taglist form || part v. || part vii. ||

pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader

chapter content: modern au, neighbors au, coworkers au, alcohol mentions, description of a hangover, emotional angst (reader's past), Levi is a complete and total asshole in this one, reader and Levi have a heated argument, minors/ageless blogs do not interact.

summary: in which Levi acts a little off. “friends hang out with each other, don’t they?

wc: 7.2k

a/n: ended up scrapping some of the ending, so the wc isn't as lengthy!! this chapter is dedicated to the beautiful birthday babe @esroh06!!! hope you enjoy <3

A headache is defined as a continuous pain in the head. A migraine — a recurrent throbbing headache that typically affects one side of the head and is often accompanied by nausea and disturbed vision. Two similar words, two similar meanings, two different severities of pain.

Which makes the definition of the word hangover, a severe headache or other after effects caused by drinking an excess of alcohol, the perfect word to describe your current state.

The sun is a cruel being. It intrudes in spaces you’d rather it didn’t, like your bedroom for example. It slithers its radiant claws across the surface of your mattress, crawling menacingly over the creases of your comforter. Finally, it reaches your face, taunting you by dancing across your eyelids. The light is loud, overbearing, and unwelcomed.

Your skull pounds, deep and raw with the texture of pain. Your tongue is dry, as if you’ve never had a drop of water before in your life. You hope you can find the will to fall back asleep.

With a groan, you roll over, shoving your face into your pillow. This only provides an escape for a brief moment, because with the appearance of the sun, you’re already awakened. Your body aches, but it’s ready for the day.

Sitting upright feels treasonous, but it’s an act you have to do. Your head spins, brutally sober now, and force yourself out of the blanket cocoon you’ve spun overnight.

You go about your morning routine with the least amount of effort possible. You dump a cold cup of water on Jeremy, opposed to the gentle stream you’ve been careful to do in the previous weeks. He’s getting his water, and that’s all that matters. Your self brewed coffee is made black, your breakfast is last night’s leftovers, and your shower is long, the water scolding as it flows over your skin.

You haven’t heard that annoying fucking clock go off once, and that realization is what makes you look at the digital numbers presented on your phone.

It’s five o’clock. You have work in an hour. You’ve only been awake for two.

You’re never drinking with Petra again.

“Hey, just wanted to text you and make sure you’re alive lol! Thanks for going out with me last night, I had so much fun! I would love to do it again sometime (:”

You hit send.

“I’m barely holding on, I just woke up lmao. I had the best time! Next time though I’m making YOU do those shots instead of me”

“Levi literally had to carry me home, I’m declaring NO shots for next time actually”

“Levi had to carry you home huh? (;”

“Not like that!”

“Uh huh, sureeee it wasn’t like that.”

A repetitious knocking on your door pulls you from your phone, biting your lip as you type out one last reply.

“He doesn’t even like me dude, he was just being nice”

“All I’m saying is I have my money on you being the first one”

Your eyebrows scrunch together. First one for what?

Another three knocks, and the sound starts to bite and claw at your eardrums. You don’t know if you have the energy to be cheerful today. You hope Levi will understand your bad mood.

The door swings too fucking loud, the hinges screaming in protest. You wince involuntarily, and meet the gaze of the man standing before you.

Levi’s glaring those icy eyes at you, “We’re going to be late.”

“Sorry,” you grumble, fumbling with the chipping golden lock of your door.

Usually, either one of you would make a snarky remark by now. You’d try to annoy him, strike up a witty conversation, worm your way into his heart. You don’t have the strength to today. It’s taking everything in you to stand upright, to not whip around and slam yourself back into bed. His cold demeanor isn’t exactly motivating you towards a happier disposition either.

Levi doesn’t make a single noise as you walk to the bar. He’s distant, walking a few steps behind you. Had you not known for a fact he was there, you would’ve believed you were entirely alone. His footsteps fall in perfect sync with your own, the streets barren and the noise thankfully dull. He feels like a ghost behind you, as if you’re the only person in this entire city.

The bar is empty when you arrive. Sundays typically promise the absence of a crowd, only a couple regulars lingering about. The usual older men, Claude being amongst them, sit in their typical barstools. They should’ve written their names on their seats by now, carved them into the wood. You’re sure their behinds leave permanent indents on the leather cushions when they stand.

Levi floats away to the office, and you tend the counter alone. With stiff smiles and a low voice, you make it through the night. The smell of the alcohol you pour leaves a metallic taste in your mouth, twisting and pulling at your stomach unpleasantly. You hold your breath as you craft the requested drinks, but it’s not enough to stop the overproduction of saliva under your tongue.

You’ll never drink the night before work ever again. This is pure hell.

Time passes by slowly, and you’re bored out of your mind. You’re almost tempted to ask Levi to close earlier, the patrons flowing out by nine o’clock. It’s ten now, and not a single face has appeared within the hour. You can try to distract yourself on your phone all you want, but watching tv shows gets boring and you have no social media to immerse yourself in.

So, your mind wanders like it always does. Back to the same thoughts that seem to creep up on you when your brain has nothing else to do.

Mikasa looked so heartbroken when she found out you had purposefully flunked out of college. She was the first one you told.

You had been doing well, fantastic in fact. Majoring in fine arts, turning in your assignments on time, getting high praises from your teachers. You loved it — until you didn’t. Highschool sucked, but college provided you the freedom of choosing your own path. Your mother had been disappointed to say the least, angry you hadn’t chosen a more reliable area of study. Like business, or even social work. She didn’t believe you could be successful with art, and you were hellbent on proving her wrong.

Until she got remarried. Then she couldn’t give a flying fuck what you did with your life.

Still, Mikasa had been the voice of reason for the majority of your friendship. She was great at that, being supportive. Even after all the things you had put her through, she was always there. Even though your friendship blossomed out of an awkward situation, she stood by your side through it all.

She was the one who told you to go to school for art. Mikasa was the first one to tell you that you had talent. Mikasa made you believe you had talent. You couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. She meant the entire world to you.

You spent every weekend together, more often than not at her apartment. Your step dad was a real asshole, and your mom’s boss, how utterly cliche. They met in your sophomore year of highschool, and by senior year, you were living in that man’s house. Had you been able to afford it yourself, you would’ve moved out. Though the man was loaded in terms of money, he and your mother never really helped you out in that department. So you avoided sleeping there at all costs.

Then you got fired from your bookstore job, flunked out of school, and moved to another country. So, you got away in the end.

You left them a sweet, simple note on the kitchen counter. “Don’t find me.”

You really wish out of everyone, out every single person you had left behind in that shitty town — you had told Mikasa where you were going. She would’ve understood. She would’ve kept your secret.

But she would’ve come with you, and thrown away her own life in the process. She was going to be a doctor. You couldn’t jeopardize that. You had already been selfish enough, ruining one of the most important nights of her life already. You didn’t have it in you to ruin her life on top of that.

She would’ve really liked Petra, though. Definitely would hate Levi, and probably tolerate Hange.

Staring at your dimming phone screen now, you realize you could still contact her if you wanted to. You know her number by heart. Eren and Armin too. You could text them. You could let them know you’re okay, and that you’re sorry for leaving them behind. You could finally tell them how much you miss them, how fucking scared you’ve been. How you don’t know anyone here, but you’ve met a few people along the way that have been kind enough to help you out. How alone you feel despite that fact.

You smile. You’d send a picture of your begonia, too. “Look what I’ve accomplished though, look at how hard I’ve worked. I did it, I got out. Come join me.”

If only it could be that simple. You’d do it in a heartbeat if you knew for a fact your friends would live happy, fulfilled lives here. But they’re six feet deep in student loans and chasing after a life they’re working so hard for back at home. Maybe Armin would’ve figured it out, he always did, but Eren was utterly hopeless. He wouldn’t have lasted a day in the city.

You can see him now trying to tell you that you’re wrong. Maybe you would’ve been, who knows. He’s not here, none of them are. It’s just you.

“You ready to go?”

You don’t want to look to your right, don’t want to see Levi right now. Not looking how you do. Your phone screen is black and your reflection is vivid in the glass. You look so sad.

“Yeah.”

Levi goes about closing up the bar, doing so quietly and with speed. Wordlessly, you leave through the front door, managing to wipe your expression off your face. Levi doesn’t question your blank stare and silence, doesn’t make a single comment as you head home.

Tomorrow’s your first day working alone with Hange, you should be asking him an abundance of questions. They stay dormant on your tongue, but there’s a longing inside of you. You want to talk to him, but you don’t. His energy is off anyways, he’s barely looked you in the eyes today. Maybe he’s trying to be accommodating for your hungover state, but your headache has long passed. You just feel tired. You think he knows this, but your brain feels too big for your head. You don’t trust your thoughts or your body at the moment.

The light bulb on the hallway ceiling is flickering, and you should probably let the building owner know. It goes out for a few seconds at a time, a distinct buzzing noise taking place in the absent lighting. Your doorknob feels cold when your fingers go to twist it, but you pause. It fogs under the pads, smudging prints across the surface.

“Do you know how to work the heat?”

Levi has one foot in his door, he doesn’t look at you as he speaks, “You turn the dial.”

“I don’t know where it’s at.”

“Ask the landlord. I don’t know your apartment.”

The door shuts. You don’t need clarification to know Levi has had enough of you.

Enough is a funny word. As much or as many as required. You’ve never known how to determine that. You’ve always been too much.

Or not enough, depends on who you would ask.

The mind is a balancing act, the human ego is fragile, and the soul is blinded. You are no exception to this, walking on a tightrope most of your life.

Too much passion, not enough courage. Overflow with positivity and kindness, crumble in the face of negativity and frowns.

Ruin Mikasa’s prom and fuck her date, become her best friend. Salvage all your friendships, leave them all behind in an impulsive string of decisions. Chase after your dreams, lose them all by choice.

Move to a place where you can be whoever you want, carry emotional baggage with you everywhere you go.

It’s funny how the world works. Nothing is ever enough, but it’s always too much. All of it is sort of humorous, in a way. A joke without a punchline. An endless give and take, actions and consequences. You wonder if any of this will make sense in the end.

It feels sort of lonely navigating the city streets by yourself — you make mental landmarks of all the cracks in the pavement, of each unique street lamp not yet illuminated. You’re on your way in for an opening shift, twelve o’clock sharp, so the sun will be setting on your way back home.

Which means you’ll be put to the test at happy hour, in front of the person who has the ability to determine your continued employment. Hange.

Warmth floods through your bones as you step into the bar, opposing the outside forces that seem to get colder every passing day. The atmosphere is docile, the supposed calm before the storm, and you assume Hange got here earlier than you did to open things up.

A scratch of your name on the clipboard later, you set up shop behind the counter, and wait.

You would have approached Hange in their office, but you didn’t want to intrude. Besides, you’re still not fully recovered from the night out with Petra. A bad mood lingers in the back of your consciousness, but a somewhat genuine smile covers its traces. At least now you can look at the copious amounts of booze and not have the urge to gag.

Claude and his old misfit friends show up about an hour into your shift. You’ve grown familiar with their drink orders, so you’ve had their glasses ready to be filled at a moment’s notice. Levi’s cheat sheet proves to be a blessing yet again as it guides you to choose the liquors required. The men grunt their thank you’s, offering polite pursings of their lips.

“You’re making out quite well, aren’t you?”

Hange appears to your right, crossing their arms. Their hair sways in their signature ponytail, glasses perched high on the bridge of their nose. They have dark circles under their eyes, so you wonder if they’re getting enough sleep lately. They look tired, even though their voice is bright and chipper.

“I hope so,” you chuckle bashfully. “How are you today?”

“Tired,” they confirm your suspicions, closing the distance between the two of you to help man the counter. “My partner’s out of town for the week on another business trip, and we just got a puppy.”

“Puppy?” your eyes widen in excitement. “Please tell me you have pictures.”

“You know I absolutely do,” they grin. “But one newly acquired puppy and one missing husband is a recipe for disaster. I have one of my friends, Erwin, literally puppy sitting right now. Or house sitting, whatever crisis happens first.”

You laugh at Hange’s choice of words, “I’m sure your partner will be back in no time.”

“You’ll understand one day when you’re married,” Hange smiles fondly. “Moblit’s an idiot, but he’s my idiot. I miss him being an idiot at home.”

You don’t think it’s your place to say it, but the way Hange talks about their husband is really sweet. A smile seems to convey those unspoken words just fine, Hange’s own grin only growing softer.

You do find the courage to ask to see pictures of their puppy, and with giddy hands they scroll through their phone to show off the most adorable photos you have ever seen. Hange excitedly goes on about the latest installment of the puppy series — a quick snapshot from before they left the house today, a handsome, tall blonde man holding the precious pup in his arms with a crooked smile.

Hange’s eyes flash between their phone and your expression, “That’s Erwin.”

You nod, “He seems nice!”

A pause, “Yeah, he really is. Late twenties, newly single, stable job, loves the outdoors.”

Your eyes leave their screen, “You should write his dating profile bio.”

“Is my pitch working then?”

Your head is thrown back as you laugh, “He seems nice, Hange.”

They sigh, tucking their phone away back into their pocket, “I’m setting you up with someone, I swear. Levi told me all about how new you are to the area.”

“Levi did, did he?”

“Mhm,” a smirk crawls on their lips. “Unless you already have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”

You shake your head, “Nope. Haven’t had time to go looking for one. Not that I’m really looking, if I’m honest.”

Finding a significant other wasn’t exactly on your list of priorities. Making sure you could pay your rent and have food on the table was slightly more important. And to be truthful, you really didn’t want anything serious. You’re terrible with commitment anyways.

You’ve never really had a serious relationship, come to think of it. Your experiences, romantic and sexual, were fleeting. Gratefully, you can say the more intimate ones have been worth remembering. You can thank Eren for that.

“C’mon!” Hange says with a laugh behind their breath. “You’re in a new city, you’re cute, you should explore your options! They don’t call me Horny Hange for noth—“

Your snort ends their sentence, “I’ll think about it.”

“Erwin’s really nice. I’ll leave it at that. Unless, you’re saying all this because you already have your eye on someone?”

“You know, now that you’ve said something,” you place your finger to your chin. “Petra is really pretty.”

“Wrong coworker, love,” their eyebrows wiggle suggestively on their forehead.

Your palm flattens across your chest, your lips releasing a gasp, “Hange! You’re married!”

They deadpan, “Grey eyes. Black hair. Bad attitude. Ring any bells?”

“No, but I’ll be sure to check in with my doctor if I start to hear ringing in my ears.”

“You two are perfect for each other.”

“I know, my doctor is a really fantastic lady.”

“And this is why my money is on Levi.”

You’re slammed with the realization that Petra had texted you something so very similar yesterday. With a frustrated twinge, you ask, “Are you and Petra taking bets or something?”

“No,” they smile mischievously. “Not just us, Claude’s in on it too.”

“On what?” you ask exasperatedly.

“I’ve said too much.”

You narrow your eyes at your boss, wondering what they could possibly be plotting. Your pupils slide to the corners of your eyes, eyeing up the curly mustache man — Claude sits back in his stool silently, taking a cold sip from his vodka straight.

“You’re on thin ice, Claude,” you grit your teeth. The older man only snickers into his glass.

Fucking Claude.

“He won’t open his mouth, if he knows what’s good for him,” Hange jokingly threatens. “Or no more discounts.”

The bushy faced man takes the tips of his fingers, zipping across his lips and locking the corner with an imaginary key, throwing it behind himself. All without making eye contact with either of you.

The audacity.

Despite this, you laugh along with the brunette. Your shift seems to fly by after that, being forced into good spirits by the chatty brunette who does not leave your side for the next few hours.

Hange’s amazingly smart, and funny. They have you keening over in giggle fits with nearly every sentence, struggling to catch your breath. Hange holds such a bright light within themselves, the warmth bursting at the seams with every word that falls from their lips. Their smile is contagious, as is their good mood.

You nearly forget that this person is your boss. They feel more like an instant best friend, like Petra — like Levi, if he’d just let you be his friend already.

The ravenette in question shows up ten minutes before six, sour faced as usual. Still, your heart races in your chest as you take in his image. Levi’s gotten a haircut, his bangs resting shorter on his forehead, undercut perfectly maintained, appearance as perfect as ever.

You smile his way just to be ignored. You don’t take it to heart, at first.

Collecting your belongings, zipping up a jacket, you go to greet him, “Hey! I cleaned most of the glasses already, and wiped down all the tables, so you should be set for tonight.”

He simply grunts, not looking you in the eyes. Weird.

Your tongue presses to the back of your teeth, eyebrows furrowing, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

Again, nothing.

You start to wish him a goodnight, but stop yourself. There’s an absence of amusement in his facial expression, absolutely no friendliness to be seen. Not that there usually is, but there’s always some spark in his eyes. Some kind of emotion. The silver of his orbs look blank, and Levi looks bored. So, you decide to leave him alone, and head home.

The same thing happens the next day. Complete silence encompasses your conjoined walk to and from work, absolutely no words spill forth from his pretty lips. Just half hearted grunts and nods of his head. He doesn’t look at you at all.

You don’t remember much of that day, only that your heart feels heavy in your chest the rest of the evening.

Maybe tomorrow, you tell yourself.

Wednesday, you work alongside Petra. Levi switched shifts with the strawberry blonde, unbeknownst to you. You don’t ask why, but it settles in a weird place in your mind. You hope he’s okay. As much as you want to ask Petra, or even Levi himself, you refrain.

It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk to you, which is fine. Petra distracts you with plans to go sightseeing in the city, listing off multiple tourist attractions. You agree with excitement, but you can’t help but think about your neighbor and his feelings towards tourists. You wonder if he’s ever been to these places Petra talks about, or if he’d like to go with the two of you. You’ll have to ask him when you see him again.

Thursday is when you start to really get upset.

You cross the street an hour before you’re due for your shift, and order yourself a coffee from the cafe. The words “green tea” fall from your lips before you can stop them, and suddenly you’re holding two cups to go in your hands. Maybe this will cheer him up.

Knocking on his door, you stand bundled up in a thick knitted sweater and your freshly broken in sneakers. The cups are warm when you first knock, but as the minutes pass, five becoming ten, ten becoming fifteen, the drinks cool to room temperature.

You place his tea on the floor, and text him, “Hey, not sure if you’re home, I got you a green tea! It’s outside whenever you get around to it! (:”

“Read at 5:02 p.m.”

You frown when the time passes on. He must be busy, or something. You leave for work, not thinking much of it, and Petra’s wide eyes and brilliant smile distract you once again for the night.

You see the cup still outside his door once you return to your apartment in the early hours of the morning. Untouched, and still full. Your heart lurches in your chest, the muscle squeezing tight.

You try not to think about it too much, but a flicker of anger starts to build in your stomach. Alongside it brews rejection and hurt. Your feelings are wounded, the damage cutting deep into your perception of the ravenette.

Maybe the kindness you had previously believed Levi to hold was an act. It feels wrong thinking that, but it could be true. Maybe he truly did just feel bad for you, and after helping you out, he was ready to sever all his ties to you.

You wake up Friday morning with a pit in your stomach. You water Jeremy, you shower, and get prepped for your mid day shift as slowly as possible. Sluggishly moving around your apartment, those previous feelings of hurt morph into a searing anger.

Levi doesn’t owe you anything. You know this, he’s done more than enough to help you out. You start to think about every interaction, every exchange of words you’ve had with him. Were you just a thorn in his side after all? A lingering headache in his skull that just couldn’t go away? Perhaps you had been too much for him. You hadn’t meant to be, if that were the case.

Maybe your need for human interaction was too overwhelming for Levi. Maybe he didn’t understand you and your way of showing affection. With Eren, Armin, and Mikasa, they had just inherently gotten you, and knew exactly where you had been coming from in any given situation.

Perhaps you had pressed your luck, overstayed your welcome in his good graces. Maybe Levi didn’t like you at all.

No, that can’t be it. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have gone to the extent that he has. Securing you a job, accompanying you on your journeys to and from the bar, being an active partner in your witty bantering. Levi wouldn’t have done any of that, if he truly didn’t like you, at least to some degree.

Levi doesn’t owe you anything, but it doesn’t cost anything to be a decent person. You hadn’t done anything to deserve his silence.

Did you do something while you were drunk that overstepped his boundaries? Why hadn’t he confronted you about it, if that were the case?

The maybe’s and the what if’s made your head hurt, possible varying answers only prompting more questions in their wake. Gritting your teeth, you stand outside your apartment door, arms crossed.

You’re solving this today. If you did something wrong, you deserve to know. If you didn’t, you’ll simply cut off any hopes for a budding friendship.

The click and creek of Levi’s front door pulls you from your thoughts. Your spine stiffens as you stare straight ahead. He doesn’t even stop in front of you, walking straight down the hallway to the stairwell, ready to continue his silent streak.

You’re not having that.

“What’s your deal?” you ask, trying to keep your tone level and calm. “Why have you been ignoring me?”

He halts, freezing in his footsteps. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t respond. You continue.

“Did I do something to piss you off?”

“Don’t you always?”

“Seriously, what’s your fucking problem?”

Levi shakes his head, feet moving down the creaking stairs, “Come on, we’ll be late.”

You want your mouth to move more than your feet, but the opposite happens. Your legs go on autopilot as you follow after him, this time, you’re the ghost in his shadow.

Like the rest of the week, Levi doesn’t say a single thing. You can’t even read his facial expression, purposefully stoic and blank. All week, you’ve been pondering over what could possibly be going on with him. Nearly worried sick, if you’re honest.

You get it though, you understand. When you made the decision to leave home, you didn’t talk to a single person for an entire week while you collected your savings and supplies. Not that you think Levi is about to run away, or at least you think he isn’t, but that silence is more protective than it is harmful.

Or, he just doesn’t like you.

Either way, you stop trying to give him a piece of your attention. If he wants to be this way, then you’ll let him. Levi doesn’t owe you anything, you remind yourself.

But if he doesn’t like you, why does Levi finally look at you when you stop pestering him?

“You really have to work after this?” Petra groans, fisting her jacket at the buttons in the center.

You sigh, “Yeah, but hey! We have plenty of time! Besides, Hange’s cool if I’m a little bit late, I already talked to them.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t been here yet,” the strawberry blonde snorts. “I mean, I wasn’t even unpacked in my own home before I visited the art museum! It’s tourist priority number one.”

You silently agree. It should be, this building is probably the most beautiful piece of architecture you’ve ever seen with your own eyes. The exterior is reason enough to call it an art museum — wide arching windows, stunning sculpted brick lining the roof. It’s beautiful, something you could only Google and hope you’d get to see in person one day. Most people don’t get the chance to, but standing in front of the museum, you get thrown into a new perspective.

It doesn’t matter if Levi likes you or not. You didn’t move here for him. You moved to the city because you were tired of not believing in yourself, not believing you could make something out of nothing. It’s weird, but this realization brings on some of the strongest feelings of pride you’ve ever felt.

You did it. You got out. You’re standing in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, alongside one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever met. You own your own apartment, you have a job, you take care of yourself and a plant. You did it.

“You’re in a new city, you’re cute, you should explore your options!”

Maybe Hange is right. Maybe it’s time to try new things. You’re more than capable at new beginnings.

Before the two of you explore the insides of the museum, you whip out your phone, and send a text to the brunette.

“Is Erwin busy tonight?”

Turns out, Erwin is busy tonight — busy talking to Hange, leaning over the bar counter, sipping a glass of whiskey carelessly.

He’s a lot taller in person, a lot blonder. You nearly mistake him for a model when you first walk in. Chiseled cheekbones, a jaw that cut slice your wandering finger, eyes that sparkle in a way that says “don’t you want to talk to me?”. He’s intimidatingly handsome. You have yet to work up the courage to approach him, but you know the second Hange’s eyes lift from his, you’ll be introduced.

It’s why you’re pressed against the wall furthest from the bar, facing away and wiping at tables. You’re fucking terrified. What if you like him?

What if he likes you?

You’d rather swirl that rag in your hands over every surface in the building until your fingers prune than find out the answer. You’re embarrassingly inexperienced, and Erwin is outrageously out of your league.

So is Levi, come to think of it. That could be why you wanted him to like you so bad at the beginning. There’s just something about that ravenette though that makes him so approachable.

Erwin is so hot he’s scary. You find that the spectrum of attractiveness starts at charming amazement, and ends with gut wrenching terror. Levi falls somewhere in the middle. Erwin is at the dead end.

You cast a curious glance over your shoulder and — oh fuck, Hange’s noticed you, and they’re calling you over now.

Fuck. Okay, keep cool. You got this.

You leave the rag on the table, straighten your shirt (low cut, of course), and will your feet to move. Your brain screams in rejection, wanting you to run the opposite direction, but you ignore it.

Erwin has beautiful eyes. You want him to blink so you don’t have to look at them. It’s unfair for a person to be this stunning.

“Erwin!” Hange grins suspiciously large. “I’d like you to meet my newbie!”

You state your name in a voice you hope isn’t shaky, and smile, “It’s nice to meet you! Hange’s told me you’ve had your hands full with puppy duty.”

His laugh sounds like trumpets, “Yes, but honestly, it’s taken everything in me to not take the little guy home with me everyday. He’s cute, you should bring him in sometime Han’.”

No fucking way. You’ve got to be fucking kidding.

Erwin’s fucking British. Like he needed another point on his hotness chart. It’s almost laughable.

Hange must see the surprised look in your eyes, because they immediately start cracking up, “Maybe when we get him potty trained!”

Erwin’s smile falters for a moment, “I can’t believe when you got him, you didn’t buy training pads. Moblit picked a fantastic week to go on a business trip.”

“You should’ve seen the look on his face when he came home yesterday though,” the brunette sighs wistfully. “He was so excited! A little confused, but excited!”

“Oh, your partner didn’t know about the puppy?” you ask. You could’ve sworn you remembered the words “we just got a puppy” had left Hange’s lips the other day. Emphasis on the “we”.

“Not my fault he left me alone. Moblit should’ve known better.”

You share a laugh with the two before shaking your head, “You’re something else, Hange.”

“That, they are,” Erwin glances at you from the corners of his eyes. You want to disappear immediately.

Thankfully, or maybe not, a clearing of a throat interrupts your conversation. The three of you turn towards the source, Levi standing with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

He says your name in a dull tone, “You forgot to write down your initials on the clipboard.”

“Oh, sorry, I’ll go do that now,” your teeth tug at your bottom lip. You send Erwin one last smile, “It really was nice meeting you.”

“Yes, it was,” the blonde hums. “Maybe all of us could go out sometime, I’d love to know how you ended up in the city. Hange told me you just moved here.”

You nod, feeling the tips of your ears ignite with blood, “That’d be wonderful!”

“Clipboard, now.”

You clench your hands into fists at your sides, and grit your teeth into a grin. Hange offers you an apologetic grimace, and Erwin’s lips twitch into a frown. Levi’s in a mood today, that much is obvious. You circle the bar, and head into the hallway, not wanting to further piss off the ravenette.

It takes every bit of your strength, but you don’t cuss Levi out as he follows you. The angered words sit in your mouth and kill off taste buds, your lips a thick wall, preventing them from escaping. However, if Levi prompts you to part your pout, you can’t promise yourself you’ll be able to hold back every thought that’s been stewing for a week.

Of course, he does just that.

“Your handwriting is awful,” Levi grumbles behind you. “You could at least try and put in some effort.”

“Who cares? My name’s on it, isn’t it?”

“Do you even give a fuck about this job? You half ass every single thing you do.”

“What’s your fucking problem?” you slam the clipboard back on its hook and whip around.

“I just told you. You’re suddenly deaf now?” Levi’s words feel like lashes across your heart. His vocabulary has always been like this, but his tone has always been light hearted. Not now though, his voice is intentionally mean.

“Levi,” you breathe in through your nose, trying to calm yourself before you explode. “You’ve been ignoring me all week, being down right fucking mean, and now you want to talk to me, and all you’re doing is criticizing me?”

“Do things right the first time and I won’t have to,” he bites back, silver eyes blazing.

Is what you’re about to say worth you getting potentially fired? Guess you’re about to find out.

“With all due respect, go fuck yourself,” your hands shake at your sides, your body vibrating in rage. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this. I haven’t done anything wrong! And if I have, please tell me. Because as far as I’m aware, you’ve been an asshole for absolutely no fucking reason.”

“It’s your fucking attitude!” he snarls in the loudest voice you’ve ever heard from him. “You walk around like the world owes you something, like you expect everyone to fall to their feet and thank you for gracing them with your presence. Not everyone wants to be your friend, chérie, not everyone wants to know why the petite fille triste ran away from home, why she has no friends.”

(Darling — sad little girl.)

“Fuck you,” you breathe out, eyes brimming with fiery tears. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough,” Levi spits.

“Why don’t you like me, Levi?” you’re asking before you can thoroughly think it through. You throw your arms up in frustration, “I have been nothing but nice to you! I thought we could be friends. What a fucking joke that was.”

He throws his head back in a humorless laugh, “I don’t like you? J'aimerais que ce soit le problème—“

(I wish that was the problem.)

“Stop!” you raise your voice, eyes wide. “You know I don’t speak fucking French! I’m sorry that I don’t — Levi, you, fuck! You have no fucking idea what I’ve been through, why I’m here! You don’t know me! You won’t even try to!”

“I don’t need to know you,” he speaks so calmly it’s eerie. “I know your type.”

“And how far has that attitude gotten you in life?” you snort. “You want to say I have no friends? Sure, you’re right. I don’t. I just moved here, what’s your excuse? I’m sure it’s your positive outlook that brings home your group of no friends. I have the attitude problem, Levi? Maybe you’re so afraid to have a real connection you shut out everyone around you. Are you that dense? Oh I’m sorry — stupide?”

(Stupid.)

“See, you know French,” Levi’s eyes drift to the floorboards, his body releasing tension as he slumps his back against the wall. “Still want to be friends?”

“Is this what you do?” your voice is softer now, your arms circling around your midriff. “Push everyone away on purpose? I was worried about you all week. You wouldn’t even look at me. Did I do something?”

He’s quiet, too quiet. You’ve seen Levi tired before, but right now, he looks downright exhausted. As if a smile has never graced his face, his expression spells out how lonely he must be.

His words hurt, but you have the overwhelming realization that maybe he’s said all these things because he feels this way towards himself. Hurt people hurt people. Or whatever that saying is.

That doesn’t excuse his behavior though, you remind yourself.

“No, you didn’t,” he sounds as if he’s been kicked in the stomach. His eyelashes brush against his cheeks as he closes his eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” you mirror him, pressing your back to the opposite wall, facing him. “Levi, I like you. I think you’re kind, funny, even charming when you want to be. I just don’t understand. I know you don’t owe me anything, but you’ve been so nice to me, up until right now. You didn’t have to be, you chose to. I didn’t ask for you to feel bad for me, I’m not asking you to even now. All I wanted from you was to be your friend. If you really don’t want that, that’s okay, I’ll leave you alone. Just, tell me what you want.”

“You really think I don’t like you?” his voice is monotone, expression unreadable.

“No, I don’t think you do,” you press your lips together in a tight line.

He carts his fingers through his hair, tilting his head towards the ceiling, “It’s, that’s not it. This has nothing to do with whether or not I like you. You’re right. I don’t know you.”

“So what do you want?” you ask gently. “We can just be coworkers, if you want to be. We don’t have to speak to each other. We can just be civil. I’ll leave you alone.”

Levi’s lips twitch upwards, “I don’t want that.”

“Then what?”

“You still want to be friends?”

“If you promise to never speak to me like that ever again, I’ll think about it.”

“Get your things.”

“Huh?”

Shit. You’re about to get fired, aren’t you?

“Do you need me to say it again?” Levi’s laugh is so light hearted it’s almost bone chilling. “Get your things — prends tes affaires.”

Your eyes begin to water again, your voice shakes as you respond, “Okay. Should I tell Hange?”

Finally, he makes eye contact with you, “Do you think I’m firing you?”

“Aren’t you?” you want your voice to stop wobbling. You won’t let your last few minutes of your employment be filled with tears.

“No,” he pushes off the wall, coming to stand a few steps in front of you. “We’re leaving, Hange can cover tonight. It doesn’t look like it’s going to be busy.”

“Why are we leaving?” you sniffle despite being completely relieved. “Are we allowed to do that?”

“Friends hang out with each other, don’t they? We’re going out, somewhere that’s not this bar.”

You take a good look at him then. You think you understand now — Levi’s been scared. As much as he doesn’t know you, you don’t know him. You have no idea what he’s been through, what’s made him out to be the man he is today. It all suddenly makes sense, in the vaguest of ways.

Maybe you and Levi are similar. You run away from things you find hard to deal with. His just happens to be the weight of emotions, of human connection. He’s scared of you.

“You’re not off the hook, just so you know,” you chuckle, running your palm over your forehead. “What you said was really mean.”

He nods in understanding, “I know. I’ll make up for it.”

With a brief explanation to Hange, quick goodbyes to them and Erwin, you and Levi stand on the street corner waiting for a taxi. Your arms are crossed over your chest, shivering in the late October weather. It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, the comfort of the sun long gone. The moon greets the plains of the city with freezing solace.

“Just so you know,” you whisper, still not over Levi’s words. “I have friends. They just don’t know I’m here.”

“I’m not going to see you on the back of a milk carton, am I?” Levi breathes out through his nose in a laugh.

“Don’t turn me in if you do,” you retort.

“What am I getting myself into?” he’s smiling — teeth on full display, head tilted towards the sky. Levi looks beautiful.

“I don’t know, ask yourself in French and see if that helps,” you grumble despite the rapid warmth spreading in your chest.

He laughs, full bodied and completely humored, “Peut-être que ça le fera.”

(Maybe it will.)

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sukiglycerin · 4 years ago

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lust & love & light rain || toshinori yagi.

* pairing: toshinori yagi (all might) x fem!reader

* genre: smut, pwp, fluff, dating au

* words: 2,758

* warnings: aNd hE waS hiT bY a QuiRk trope, brief inference of pillow humping, safeword system in place but not used, dom!toshinori, sub!reader, cunnilingus, creampie, unprotected sex (use protection irl !!), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, daddy kink, praise kink, aftercare!!, mention of painkillers

* original request from toishi: plz all might big pp

* a/n: yes all might big pp. birthday gift to @toishi! sorry kiri and kenma. here’s an indulgent all might pwp. enjoy!

something is off with toshinori as he enters your shared home. there's something you can feel in your gut as his bangs drape over the sides of his face, their golden color dulled; you can barely see his eyes, and under the shadows of his face, they're a diminished sky blue. the light is gone, as if the sun was obscured by an endless sea of clouds. his expression is dark, as if holding something in, and his shoulders slump with the burden of a hero's work.

"t-toshinori?" you ask as he shuffles his shoes off. he's still in his hero costume, which is muddied and torn.

"are you hurt?" you scan his body, checking for blood stains or awkward body parts.

he grunts. no.

"toshi? what's wrong?" you're worried now - did something happen on the job? hero work was always demanding, affecting even the strongest.

"nothing," his voice is hoarse, weary. "don't worry about it." he starts to walk towards your shared bedroom. "don't-" his voice catches, "don't follow. i need to be alone." he avoids eye contact, and that's when you know something's really wrong. toshinori never, never avoids eye contact when honest. on his darkest day, he'll make sure to look you in the eye and say something - whether it be a reassurance or a confession.

like hell you won't follow him.

you let him go first to your room, so he can't stop you from following. you can hear the soft click of the door shutting, and a low shuffling in the room. you creep up to the door, listening. there's stuttered breathing - is he crying? - and a shifting of fabric. there's no lock on the door - you and toshinori never felt the need - so you slowly push the door open, one hand on the knob and the other pressed against the wood.

nothing could've prepared you for the sight in front of your eyes.

"toshi?" you breathe. your eyes linger in confusion, and your brain connects the scene.

his chest heaves, and sweat beads his forehead. his bangs hang down in front of him, slightly obscuring his face, but the rest is unmistakable. his clothing has long been abandoned on the floor, and your gaze follows lower and lower; first tracing the lines of his abs, his sharp v-line...

he catches your eye and he looks completely different. his lips are parted and his pupils are blown; gone is the blue sky his eyes, replaced by an unquenched sea. his breath shakes.

"d-don't. don't touch me, d-don't go near me. it's not safe." he seems to force the words out like bile, as if each pains him incredibly. his voice is weak. "p-please," he rasps.

"toshi? why? what's wrong?" you're confused - what's going on? his adam's apple bobs uncertainly.

your eyes search for anything, any sign of something wrong, and then they land on it. something completely overlooked before. below the smooth dips of his pelvis, below his waistband. he's hard. his thighs twitch and oh god, he's hard. his boxers seem to strain against him and there's already a wet spot forming. a pillow is squeezed in between his thighs. upon realizing what he was doing, you feel your panties dampen at the sheer desperation your boyfriend has.

toshinori takes a breath, "s-some quirk. it should blow over by tomorrow morning, s-so i can handle it." he averts his gaze and mutters, "feels like shit, though."

"toshinori, i can help you," you say, gently. "we're - y'know - dating, and it's not like we haven't-"

"i-i don't want to hurt you," he says with more conviction this time. "once i start... i don't think i'll be able to control myself."

you step towards him, and he hisses as if in pain. "please..."

"i can help, toshi. we've talked it over. i trust you, and if there's anything i can do to ease the pain..." you outstretch your hand, but he shudders away from it. you step nearer and nearer towards the man, until your legs touch the edge of the bed. from here, you can hear his shaky, heavy breaths and see the way he heaves, shoulders moving up and down. your hand first starts on his shoulder, then drags down to his abdomen, tracing the ridges of his abs. it stops just at the waistband of his boxers, tugging on it. you look up at him, but his eyes are transfixed on where your hand has stopped.

"toshinori," you say softly. "it's okay. you can have all of me, now." you watch his features carefully as his face slowly contorts into many different emotions at once.

"s-safeword?" he stutters.

"caramel," you say.

"fuck." there's a growl in his throat, and you're suddenly staring at the ceiling on your bed. his fingers find the hem of your shirt, and before he can roughly pull it off, you take it off instead. the look in his eyes tells you he'll have no regard towards your clothing for now. you can't pinpoint exactly when the shift in the air was; all you can tell is that the air hangs heavily over you. the atmosphere is completely dominated by toshinori.

your chest is now bare, goosebumps forming on the exposed skin. you're acutely aware of your breathing; keeping a steady rhythm as your chest rises and falls. your panties dampen with anticipation as quiet seconds pass. you're locked in a daze before you feel the bed dip under someone's weight.

you feel a hand tracing up your thigh, and your hairs stand on end. you dare not look at your boyfriend as he nears your so desired place. instead, you stare straight at the ceiling and keep yourself from clamping your legs shut on his hand. you don't want to provoke him while he's in such a sensitive state. his fingers reach the fabric of your panties without hesitation, and they press onto your clothed clit, challenging the wet spot to spread.

"fuckin' slut." your breath hitches at the obscenity that breaks the silence. "i've done nothing at all and you..." he chuckles darkly. "i bet this is what you've wanted the entire time, huh, dollface? i bet you wanted my thick cock to stretch your pretty little pussy for me since i came home, huh?"

you find yourself shaking your head by instinct, avoiding eye contact with toshinori.

"little girl can't even admit to it properly, huh? does she need a little help from daddy?" his finger's hooked into the waistband of your underwear, tugging the garment down. this is a completely different toshinori from the one you knew in bed. typically, he'd ease you into it, coaxing you with words, but he now has no regard towards it.

you buck into him on instinct, but you're completely pinned down. he pulls your ankles over his shoulders, leaning into your pussy and suckling like a man starved. you're completely at his mercy as you writhe in pleasure under the pro-hero, his strength completely dominating you. the pleasure is almost too much; you grasp at the bedsheets for any type of anchor as toshinori plays with your cunt unrelentlessly. you suddenly feel the sensation rising onto you all too fast, and you're unable to hold back the moans that spill from you. you clench against nothing, cum dripping from your messy cunt. your legs are tensed, and had toshinori not been holding them apart, they would've clamped down. you shudder, but his tongue still laps at your sopping core, prolonging your climax for too long.

air hits your glistening, wet folds; you can feel toshinori's gaze on your stiff bud.

"so wet," he marvels. without warning, he pushes your legs apart and wraps his lips against your clit.

"toshinori- daddy!" you cry, trying to pull his head away as the overwhelming sensation of overstimulation pours onto you. "can't!"

your legs tense so tight they could cramp, but toshinori still fervently sucks and licks your folds. you hold the bedsheets in a death grip, nails making deep indents in your palms. moans slip out one after another and your body convulses for any break.

your second orgasm crashes down on you and you wail, pain blurred with pleasure.

"daddy," your cries are weak, breaking at the tip of your tongue. he pulls back and your walls contract even more; his swollen lips shine with an unmistakable white gloss and his eyes are undoubtably feral.

he plunges into your wet hole with no problem; you've created more than enough lubricant to allow him to do so. together, his tongue and his fingers ceaselessly attack your worn pussy, unaffected by your weak cries and constant clenching. you gulp for air, panting heavily, in an attempt to get out proper words.

"beg for it." his words drip with thickened lust, like he derives some sadistic pleasure from your weakened state. he attacks once again, and allows his grip on your legs to loosen. your body has gone limp already, eyes glassy with tears.

his tongue circles your clit, prodding and abusing the swollen nub. a hand reaches out, collecting your arousal on its fingers. toshinori rubs the entrance of your slickened folds, the callouses on his fingerpads adding extra friction.

"toshi- please," you gasp. "please, i need yo-ur cock-k, now." it's torturous against his fingers, who've left you no mercy to even create a coherent thought. he grunts, and for a second you allow yourself a glimmer of hope that he'd relent; when you look down, though, it's the opposite. a sly grin tugs at toshinori's lips, and his pace slows down. his fingers thrust slowly - dare you say sloppily - into your battered cunt, wet slapping noises filling the room. the man stops a second, his knuckle brushing your clit, and he curls his fingers in one precise movement that has you shuddering under him.

your body convulses, and your face contorts into that of pure pleasure. you moan his name indignantly as your orgasm washes over you. you hadn't realized until too late what he'd done, and it was a true show of the completely power he had over your body. his lips are swollen and glisten with your cum, eyes heavy-lidded as they watch you.

you heave in breaths, head clouded with arousal and toshinori's name. you barely register that toshinori's stood up from his place at the foot of the bed and that his boxers are gone.

his erection stands against his abdomen, leaking precum. your mouth waters at the sight, but it's clear the pro-hero has no patience for that now.

"i-is this okay?" he grunts. it's clear the quirk has a strong hold on him, with the way his face holds back a grimace.

"yes." with the simple word, he's plunging into you. the stretch is one of delectable pain; it hurts, but it's addictive.

"d-daddy," you whimper as he bottoms out. it's too much; you throw an arm over your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. god, he's big, and you're not used to the sudden intrusion.

but toshinori is merciless. as soon as he hits your deepest spot, he's reeling out again. it leaves your aching pussy desperate for more, and that's what he delivers. he thrusts into you hard and fast, your thighs shaking from the impact.

and oh, does it feel so, so good. you tremble from the waves of pleasure rolling over you. you threw any self-control you might have out of the window, the room filling with your pretty moans and gasps. this only fuels toshinori more, snapping his hips vigorously against your pelvis. his fingers find your swollen clit, and the stimulation makes you jerk in his hold. he seems satisfied at the reaction - yet he doesn't stop.

"ple- ase," you gasp out, blinking through the tears.

"t-toshi, stop!" you moan as toshinori rubs quick circles on the bud.

his form towering above you is blurred, and you feel your cheeks get wet as tears drip from your eyes.

"look at my little pretty baby," he sneers. the words would've been comforting had it not been for the tone it was said. "fuckin' sobbing on my cock. is my pretty slut just that desperate?"

you shake your head rapidly. "no more, please," you wail. his pressure on your clit gets harder, as if daring you to cum.

"don't lie, baby," he coos, but it's laced with condescension. "you're fuckin' creaming around my cock already. see? you're clenching around me like the good cumslut you are. isn't that right?"

his words are muffled in your brain; you're completely enthralled by the pleasure, nearing your climax.

you grab onto toshinori's wrist with a steel grip as you cum, twitching as your cunt contracts around him incessantly. he makes a guttural noise, pupils completely blown with lust.

"almost there baby, you gonna be a good cumdump for daddy, yeah?" he affirms softly.

you aren't given time to reply as he pushes your knees to your chest, leaving yourself completely vulnerable to his ministrations. he thrusts harder and deeper, his thick member bruising your cervix. the new position allows him to deliciously hit your g-spot with precision, and your mind blanks with euphoria every time he does so.

"ah-h-! d-daddy!" you cry, putting your arms around toshinori's torso for leverage. he hisses in pain as you dug your nails into his back, your face distorting into pure ecstasy.

toshinori's lips land on yours. it's messy; a clash of tongues as he sucks your bottom lip. you're far too gone to notice the coil in your stomach snap as you cum once again, and finally, his seed is spilling into you, painting your walls white.

for a second or a minute, you stay like that. your breathing is the only sound in the room as you lay beneath the man. your head is hazy and you're overcome by the vague sensation of floating. toshinori's name is the only thing on your tongue, but you don't let it out.

"hey, baby." in your daze, you can make out toshinori's gentle voice coaxing you. "i'm gonna pull out, yeah? gonna get you all cleaned up."

you nod, wincing as he pulls out of you. everything's a blur; warm hands at your thighs and a warm, damp towel gently prodding your entrance. there's a fuzzy feeling in your mind, and your heart's aflutter. you smile at toshinori, who gives a confused but genuine smile in return. he dresses you like that, a soft smile on his face, and slips a blanket over you. he hands you a glass of water, which you take gingerly. your surroundings start to come back to you; the softness of the sheets, the love in toshinori's eyes. you take deep breaths, finishing the water.

after you regain your senses fully, he asks, "did i go too hard?"

you shake your head. "it felt good, toshi."

"does anything hurt?"

you glance down at your nether folds sheepishly. a growing feeling of soreness started to grow; not to mention your poor thighs from all the tensing and moving.

"ah," he blushes. "sorry. i, uh... i think the quirk's effect has faded now..." he chuckles nervously. "i love you?"

you pout at him, but it's impossible to stay mad at toshinori. "i love you too," you say with a sigh.

he gives you a soft peck on the lips, and tenderly thumbs your jaw. "you did so well."

the praise has you keening into his touch and you hum.

"goodnight, love."

there's a shifting of sheets behind you as your boyfriend blearily says an apology.

"g'night, toshi."

afterword:

"jesus fucking christ," you curse the next morning, attempting to get out of bed. everything is sore. "toshinori... i love you, but..."

"really, what kind of quirk was that...?" you groan, reaching for painkillers on your nightstand. you swallow them, gulping down water, and turn to toshinori. he pads down to your side of the bed, plopping next to you. he sets his chin on your shoulder as you wait for the painkillers to kick in, a mischievous glint in his eye.

he puts on his hero voice (or so you refer to it as) and says, "it's alright now!" you groan, recognizing his signature catchphrase. you expected him to pull something cheesy like this. that doesn't stop you from chiming in with him, "why? because i am here!"

what you didn't expect, however, was being carried for the rest of the morning with toshinori's strength even after your painkillers kicked in. yeah, you love him.

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piedpiperslists · 3 years ago

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KTH: Friends to Lovers AU [#-I]

List of all Taehyung fics under 'Friends to Lovers' AU with titles starting with '#-I':

* ¹ - one shot ² - two shots s - contains smut

* Last updated: 30/04/2023

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] by 1kook Summary: Everyone knows he likes you; Taehyung knows everyone knows he likes you. Everyone knows Taehyung is madly, stupidly, crazily in love with you, except you.

[drabble] by kidguk Summary: Being stuck together for a long period of time + “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

[drabble] by winetae friends au Summary: You get the hiccups and it won't go away. It annoys your best friend so much he kisses you to try to shut you up.

[drabble] by yukheii rich kid!Taehyung

1:11 PM by likeastarstar idol au Summary: In the Soop.

9:45 p.m. by agustdiv1ne friends au

Bittersweet Smiles by yoonslore Summary: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” + “Why are you so jealous?”

Body Pillow by saladejin Summary: First cuddle.

Don’t Make It Weird by imagine-a-life-like-this Summary: Kim Taehyung had no idea how to confess, and instead showed his feelings through random acts of affection, confusing her until he finally came clean.

Falling in Love With: Sunshine by honeyyvee Summary: You hate color yellow until a boy with a smile like the sun barges into your life.

* Golden Hour by breadoffoxy college au Summary: You said you would help Taehyung out with his photography homework, but being his model and having his complete focus is just too much.

Heart Can’t Lose by hueseok fuckboy!Taehyung, friends au Summary: The one where your roommate and close friend, Taehyung, is a well-known ‘Casanova’. But apparently, when it comes to you, he sometimes allows himself to mellow it down a bit and actually appear sincere.

Hour of the Dawn by vantaenims Summary: The backseat of the car really does have its way to make nothing into something.

* I love you, I love you, I love you by goldenscript fake dating

“I love you, okay? I love you!” by v-hope idol au

"I think I like you and I'm Terrified" by theiris-storyvault idol au

“It was always you” by v-hope

It’s Always You by spiderlilyserendipity friends to not lovers, idol au Summary: Your best friend Taehyung is a popular idol. You guys often don’t see each other, but you always treasure your time when you do. A short fic about love and commitment.

O N E S H O T S

A Timely Malfunction by joonsgalaxy wc~2.9k / time travel au Summary: “What? No, I never said that.”

All I Want for Christmas by hazytaezy s wc~3.8 Summary: Taehyung's hands would make a very nice necklace indeed.

Ask Me Out by gashinabts s wc~5k Summary: You and Taehyung get in a fight because you were allegedly cheating, the only problem is, who are you dating and who are you cheating on.

Can't Fake a Feeling by bubmyg wc~12.4k / fake dating, college au Summary: Fake dating your best friend should be easy when you’re seemingly in possession of the only pair of pants on campus he’s never tried to get in or there’s a fake rule that’s broken.

Crush Culture by feliix s wc~14k / fake dating Summary: Once summer hits and you return to work at the local ice cream shop, you’re swarmed with couples coming in on lovey-dovey on dates. You’ve always hated the idea of relationships and love, but it’s Taehyung’s mission to make you reconsider by the end of the summer.

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.” by jeonggukingdom s wc~7.4k / phone-sex operators au, roommates au Summary: “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.” + “You want to watch me do what?“

Drawing Darcy by kpopfanfictrash wc~3k / college au Summary: Tae loves taking random photos of you secretly, and one day when you’re looking through his phone you find out.

Falling, Falling, Gone by johobi wc~5.8k / college au Summary: Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You’ll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

False Pretense by v-hope wc~5.1k / fake dating Summary: After fake dating with no other intention than to later break up and make things awkward enough for your friends, so that they would no longer bug you two with how perfect for each other you apparently were, Taehyung and you realise things did not quite go according to plan… not when you realised you didn’t really want to break up once you were done pretending.

Flawless by wtf-yoongi wc~3k / university au Summary: You’ve lost count of how many notes you’ve left in between Tae’s textbooks, from the silliest to the most profound, loving ones. And yet, even after all these months, Taehyung doesn’t seem to have noticed any of them.

Good Luck Charm by gukyi wc~11k / roommates au Summary: Kim Taehyung has nearly everything he’s ever dreamed of: an apartment in New York city, a lead role in an off-broadway play, and a best friend to share it with. But even still, there’s one thing missing—love. And when he goes on the hunt for it, he dots every I and crosses every t, leaves no stone unturned, but forgets to look at the person who could ever love him the most: you.

Helping Hands by snackhobi s wc~13k / roommates au Summary: You’re used to being in love with Taehyung. You’ve had a lot of time to get good at it, after all—by this point you’re the world’s expert at keeping your less-than-platonic feelings hidden from him, what with the amount of practice you’ve had. But then he signs up for a massage therapy course, because apparently you can never catch a break. Or: the one where Taehyung gives you a full body massage and then some.

Hold Me Tight by tae-bebe wc~5.5k Summary: Taehyung was your best friend, and best friends don't let each other make stupid mistakes. Like taking too many tequila shots, or walking home in the rain without a jacket, or telling your best friend you're in love with them...but maybe some mistakes are worth making.

I Am Not Jealous (I am just territorial) by iamjungkooked wc~6.0k / idol au Summary: Jeongguk and Jimin really ship you and Taehyung, the rest of the boys cant understand their obsession, Yoongi gets ignored and Taehyung dies of jealousy.

I Do by imagniation wc~8.5k Summary: The idea of falling for your childhood friend proves to be messy once again.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Bed Bereft ¹ [epilogue] [drabbles] by randombtsprincessa s ft KSJ, best friend!Taehyung, polyamory au Summary: You’ve loved your college best friend for ages, too bad he’s got a boyfriend. Twisted decisions lead to revelations about sexualities, secrets, feelings and confrontations.

Buzzed ² by junqkook s college au Summary: Maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

Camp Evergreen: You & Me, Me & You by justasparkwritings s summer camp au Summary: A summer of theatre, of singing and dancing, longing glancing and passing notes, of kisses late at night and and unspoken truths. This summer is meant to be yours, yours and Taehyung’s. But with a new job and new responsibilities, a summer of falling deeper in love is rapidly moving out of your grasp. Can you get it back, or will years worth of unspoken affection be tossed away?

Cliff Diving by wwilloww s camping au Summary: Every year as soon as the weather warms up, your friends haul ass out of the city to the mountains where you camp and hike in the shadow of giant rocks and ancient evergreens—and now apparently jump off of cliffs for fun. This time, an innocent round of truth or dare inspires you and Tae to play a mischievous game without getting caught by your friends.

#kth list #taehyung fic

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keyboardink · 3 years ago

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“crushed”

Sam and Deena are completely oblivious that their feelings are mutual, especially when Sam thinks Deena and Kate are together and Peter enters the picture.

pairing: samantha “sam” fraser x deena johnson / media: fear street trilogy

genre: friends to lovers, angst with hurt/comfort & fluff / word count: 2.6k / rating: pg-13 / warnings: bullying, a bit of swearing

a/n: so this is an au where deena and sam aren’t exes so sam never left shadyside (& kate isn’t all “screw ur ex” ya know). also kate is bi and no one dies. this is based mainly off 1994 (since 1666 hasn’t come out yet haha). please lmk if you like this & want more fear street fics from me. enjoy! :)

"I still can't believe you're dating a Sunnyvaler," Kate said, popping a potato chip into her mouth.

"Doesn't that totally go against the rules of this town?" Simon chimed in, stealing a tater tot from Sam's lunch tray.

"Oh, please," Sam scoffed, swatting Simon's hand away as he reached for a second piece. "He's actually a nice guy if you got to know him."

"Since when has the star quarterback ever been a nice guy?" Kate replied, earning a raised eyebrow from Simon. "Look, just because I cheer for them doesn't mean I like them."

The stiff wooden table rattled as Deena dropped into a seat across from Sam and next to Kate. She tried to pull her bomber jacket around herself quickly--

"New shirt?" Kate asked.

--but she wasn't quick enough.

"No," Deena sighed, letting the jacket hang open to expose a black, skin-tight tank top underneath. It used to be her favorite, previously baggy in all the right places, but it returned from her last laundry day one-size-too-small. "It just shrunk in the wash and I was running late." She kept her eyes down, focused on the unappetizing cafeteria food in front of her.

Kate eyed her for a moment, then looked over at Sam, who was practically drooling over this new shirt that provided a perfect V-shaped view from where she was sitting.

"I know you're not a fan of tight clothes," Kate countered, "but it looks nice on you. Makes your boobs look amazing."

Deena playfully elbowed Kate's arm, a small smile brightening her downcast expression.

Sam watched the two girls as it unfolded - the low-cut shirt, the raised eyebrows from Kate as she scanned Deena's body, the laughter following her joking shove. Had she imagined the flickers of lighthearted tension between them? She averted her gaze, envy bubbling up in her throat. She pulled her tucked hair out from behind her ears to cover the burning, red blush she felt building there.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Deena asked, insecurity still swimming in her mind despite Kate's compliment. She looked up at Sam, who appeared to be too interested in her tater tots to hear the shirt dilemma. Although she was somewhat relieved, she felt a pang of disappointment at Sam's disinterest; she was the only person Deena had hoped would look at her.

"Sam's got a new boyfriend," Simon answered, his voice half-muffled by a mouthful of dull-brown burger, oblivious to the sideways glances being thrown around the table.

"And he's from Sunnyvale," Kate added, spitting out the town name as though it tasted worse than the school lunch.

"What? Isn't that, like, against town law or something?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Simon accidentally spewed small chunks of meat on his tray in the midst of his excitement.

"What's his name?" Deena covered herself with her jacket again.

"Peter."

"Peter? Oh, come on, you could've at least picked a guy who didn't have a basic name," Simon rolled his eyes, as if 'Simon' was the most unique name on the planet.

"Honestly, yeah, kinda sounds a little too basic," Deena said, her eyebrows furrowed. She felt a heat tightening within her chest. She was angry at herself, at Sam, at the world.

"I'm not making him up, if that's what you're suggesting." Sam cast a glare across the table, but it didn't stop them.

"Which Peter? I mean, there's Peter Williams, Peter Anderson, Peter Moore..." Simon counted along on his fingers.

"Oh, no," Deena interrupted, a smirk pulling her lips. "He goes to another school. You wouldn't know him."

The two threw their heads back and laughed. Deena felt the fury in her chest loosen slightly, a bit of relief found in the pain she caused others. It was her defense mechanism: when the world turns to shit, you act even worse - that's how you survive.

Sam was on her feet, her eyes full of tears and frustration. "His name's Peter Brody, and he's number 29 on the Sunnyvale football team, and he's actually a good fucking guy, unlike you." Her eyes narrowed, focusing on Deena, who suddenly didn't find the whole thing all that funny anymore.

And with that, Sam picked up her lunch tray, turned on her heel, and walked out of the cafeteria.

***

Monday dragged on, every class seeming longer than usual for both Sam and Deena as they sat in separate silences. Though apart, they each felt the same waves of guilt, anger, and sadness wash over them in cycles as clocks ticked their way to the end of the school day.

Deena was walking out of band practice, which had only extended her already-exhausting day, when she spotted a familiar head of blonde leaning against the cinder-block wall across the hallway.

"Hey," Sam said, reaching her hand out slightly. Her hair was tied back, adorned with an azure bow, and she wore her cheerleading uniform to match.

Deena stopped as guilt flooded her lungs once again. "Hey," she replied in a whisper muffled by her emotions.

"I just got out of practice. Want to walk together?"

Deena could tell Sam was lying. Kate normally waited with her, and they would both be shiny with sweat. The water bottle in Sam's hand was almost empty, meaning she had likely been waiting for quite a while.

Deena nodded, and they started to make their way towards the exit that led to the student lot.

"I just wanted to say sorry," Sam began, "for earlier. It was pretty shitty of me to say that."

"Yeah, but I was being shitty, too." Deena pushed open the heavy, navy-blue door. Sunlight blinded both of them. "I just can't believe you'd get a boyfriend and not tell me."

Sam stayed silent, unable to come up with a reply. Deena had been the first person she wanted to tell, but Kate saw Peter grab her ass after last weekend's game, and suddenly her boyfriend was all anyone could talk about. Sam didn't even know why she had agreed to go out with him in the first place. Everyone had said it must've been a prank, because why else would a Sunnyvaler date a Shadysider? Something about the whole relationship gave Sam a twinge of nausea if she thought about it too much, so she just tried not to think about it.

But she had wanted to tell Deena. She had wanted to see if she would be even a little jealous at the idea of her having a boyfriend. It just hadn't played out that way.

"See you tomorrow?" Sam said, stopping at the curb.

"Is your dad picking you up?" Deena looked around for the familiar, beat-up Ford that Sam's father drove, but to no avail.

"He should be here soon."

Deena knew he had a tendency to flake on his daughter, despite being the one who got custody in their divorce battle. Although Deena hated him for his neglect, she was silently, selfishly grateful that Sam didn't move to Sunnyvale with her mom. Regardless, if her dad wasn't here now, the sun would probably set before he'd remember to show up.

"Come on," Deena said. "I'll drive you home."

The drive was almost-silent. A disc played Pixies at a volume low enough to just barely understand over the sound of rumbling tires on uneven gravel. Sam's house was a bit out of the way for Deena, but as she was slowly realizing, she'd do almost anything for her.

"Thanks for the ride," Sam smiled sheepishly, pulling her backpack up from the floor. She started to open the car door, then hesitated. "Actually, wait, can I ask you something?"

Deena's heart leapt into her throat. "Shoot."

"Are you and Kate, um... like, together, at all?"

"What? No, no no no." A chuckle slipped past Deena's lips at the idea.

Sam must've thought Deena was laughing at her, because she felt her ears grow warm in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I just thought... I saw how you two were at lunch today and it just, I don't know. I thought you weren't telling me something." Sam looked at her sneakers, almost pristine white with the exception of faded grass stains on the toes.

"No, we're just friends, I promise. We've been best friends forever. I mean, she was there when I first got boobs, so, I mean, that's just how we are." Deena immediately cringed at that sentence. Way to make it better, dumbass, she thought.

"Oh. Okay. She just talks about you all the time to me, whenever we're at practice, you know? She'll say things like 'Damn, didn't Deena look really good today?' to me, like, all the time."

Deena let herself laugh at that. "Oh, really? Wooow. Good to know."

"I mean, from that I just kind of assumed that you guys had a thing. How could I not, right?"

Deena nodded, understanding that Kate's comments were her attempts at being a good wingman and not confessions of underlying feelings. "Kate and I both like girls, yeah, but not each other, not like that." Deena's gaze flickered over Sam's face, taking in her eyes, her ears, her lips. "Definitely not like that," she added in a soft whisper.

Sam looked up and smiled sweetly, her stare lingering for a moment too long before she returned to the moment. "Well, thanks again for the ride. See you tomorrow." She gave an adorable little wave as she stepped out of Deena's car.

"See ya," Deena replied, her stomach fluttery.

***

The days passed, and the friend group of four had returned to almost-normal. The only thing out of place happened on Friday night, after the second football game of the season. Normally, they would all grab pizza and watch a movie after the game, but this time was different.

"Peter invited me to a Sunnyvale party," Sam explained when they met in the middle of the field as the crowd started to file out. "Maybe next week?"

So Deena, Kate, and Simon ate their pizza without Sam, feeling a tangible emptiness where she would normally be.

Kate's house was on the so-called "good side" of town, where the roads had less potholes and the houses had more structure. It was the most Sunnyvale-esque part of Shadyside. Her living room was homey, with family portraits on the walls and a couch that was lived-in but not worn-out. They had rented Candyman from the town's Blockbuster, which played on Kate's boxy TV.

"I don't like this," Simon said, chewing a pepperoni slice.

Kate responded without looking at him. "The pizza or the movie?"

"Actually, I like both of those things," Simon replied with conviction. "I was talking about Sam. It feels... I don't know, lonely?"

"What are we, chopped liver?" Deena joked.

"I mean, some days you can come close to it," he teased back.

They all returned their attention to the movie, red and white light bouncing across their faces. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door at the exact moment a jump-scare flashed on-screen, causing the trio to startle.

"I'll get it," Deena offered, jumping up from her seat.

She opened the front door to reveal Sam, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hair was slick and her blue uniform looked damp. Her arms were wrapped around herself as she shivered in the cool October air.

"What the fuck happened?" Deena stepped out of the way to let Sam in.

Simon and Kate scrambled to join them when they realized who had arrived.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Kate plucked her school cardigan off the coatrack and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders.

"Did Petey break up with you?" Simon asked. "I mean, you guys were only dating a week. It couldn't've been that serious, right?"

Kate elbowed Simon in the stomach at his insensitive comment, eliciting a pained groan from him.

Sam hugged the cardigan around herself, but moved her arms enough to reveal "IT" scribbled in black Sharpie under her cheerleading uniform's "SH".

"What the fuck?" Deena repeated, this time more to herself than Sam.

"God, those assholes really have no idea how much uniforms cost," Kate muttered.

"And they... they p-poured ice water on m-me," Sam stuttered just as Simon returned from the living room with a throw blanket. She gave him a grateful smile as she enveloped herself in it.

"C'mon, let's sit down, alright?" Kate suggested. "You want a hot cocoa?"

Sam nodded and followed Deena and Simon to the couch, while Kate split off to the kitchen.

"They poured ice water on you?" Deena asked as she sat next to Sam, a hand around her shoulders.

"Th-they got someone to hold my arms back so they c-could write 'shit' on me, and then someone came outside with a bucket, and-" A small sob came out of Sam's throat, and another tear rolled down her cheek.

Deena didn't stop herself before reaching up and wiping it away. She let her fingers stay there for a moment, unable to think clearly.

Simon stood up quietly, making a hushed excuse about helping Kate with the hot chocolate before disappearing into the kitchen.

"He's such a douchebag," Deena muttered, furious that someone would hurt such a sweet creature like Sam. "I'm so sorry. I'll kick his ass for you."

Sam chuckled at her offer. "Can I watch?"

Deena laughed softly at her response, then realized that her hand was still pressed against Sam's cheek and pulled it away. She let it fall onto her leg, but Sam reached over and rested her own hand on Deena's.

After a minute of silence, Sam had almost stopped sniffling when she spoke again. "I don't even know why I agreed to go out with him. Like, damn, he's not even that hot. I could've at least gotten played by a hot guy." Sam half-giggled at herself then sighed. "I should've seen it coming."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Deena said, placing her other hand on top of Sam's. Her hand was cold and delicate between hers, and she hoped that holding it would provide some warmth to her.

"If I'm being honest," Sam continued, "I think I only really went out with him to forget about this other crush."

"Hold up, you never told me about that. Who is it?"

Deena's obliviousness faded away as Sam looked up at her with wide eyes. The jealousy, the talk in her car, the longing that filled the space between them now - at this moment, it all clicked into place.

"Oh," Deena whispered.

"Deena," Sam spoke, hushed as she leaned forward. "Can I...?"

"Please," Deena breathed as their lips touched, soft and scared and new all at once. The thought of crossing a line beyond the point of return flashed through their minds, but it seemed as though they both wanted to push the boundaries. Sam's free hand cupped Deena's cheek shyly, as Deena squeezed her other hand between hers. They treated each other carefully, as though kissing too hard might break the other, which would be a crime worse than death.

"YES!" Kate shouted, giving Simon a high-five. Some hot chocolate spilled out of the mug in her other hand and onto the floor, but they were both too enthusiastic to care.

"Finally, you guys!" Simon ran over to them, wrapping them both in a wide hug from behind the couch as a giant grin spread on his face.

"You guys were watching?!" Deena asked. She felt her cheeks flush as she pulled away.

"Duh!" Simon answered. "We've been waiting for this!"

"Took you guys for-fucking-ever," Kate said with a smile, handing Sam her cup.

Sam held the cup up to her newly-warmed lips, courtesy of Deena, and took a sip, looking over the edge at her. Deena saw her blue eyes crinkle into a smile, and her mouth returned the sweet sentiment.

#inkwrites #deena johnson x sam fraser #fear street #fear street 1994 #sam fraser #samantha fraser #deena johnson #deena johnson x samantha fraser #samantha fraser x deena johnson #sam fraser x deena johnson #fear street fic #wlw #sam fraser fic #samantha fraser fic #deena johnson fic #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #fear street au

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years ago

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Day 2: Relationships / Matching

*Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, featuring asymmetrical designs that match.* The oxymoron was not lost on her.

Time to switch to a completely different art style on day 2– 😣 Today’s prompt features the Pomefiore trio!

A harsh tug on his sleeve drew Jade to a halt. He glanced at Miss Raven, who clung to his side, pointing to a nearby shop window with her free hand. Jade followed her finger to what was on display—small boxes and racks, each displaying a glittering piece of jewelry.

“Oya, I do not believe we have baubles on the grocery list,” he tutted, teasingly wagging a finger. “To think that your interest would be so easily captured by mere shiny objects, Miss Raven... Corvids truly are simple-minded creatures. Perhaps you have more in common with the headmaster than I had initially thought.”

“I’m allowed to appreciate beauty, aren’t I?” Raven retorted, casting Jade a sideways glare. “Besides, you wear jewelry.”

“Ah, this?” He gently tapped at the earring dangling from his left earlobe. Three diamond-shaped scales cast a silvery-blue glow upon his skin. “I wouldn’t call it a piece of jewelry so much as a battle trophy.”

At this, Raven wrenched her face away from the glass display to stare at him. “Please don’t tell me you did something unsavory to get your hands on it.”

“You have such strange ideas, Miss Raven.” Jade chuckled as he slicked back his black stripe of hair behind his accessory-clad ear. “Fufu. There is nothing unsavory about victors claiming a prize for their triumph, correct? That is only the natural order of things.”

… I feel sorry for whoever the twins beat up.

She shook her head and returned her gaze to the display window--to the selection of earrings that were laid out upon velvet cloth. Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, read a sign, featuring asymmetrical designs that match. (The oxymoron was not lost on her.)

Surrounding the sign were various pairs, as promised: a sun and a moon, a jar of jelly and another of peanut butter, a hand and a heart… but Raven felt herself drawn to earrings in the shape of a lock and a key. How peculiar that the head of the key curved into a heart and that its teeth were ribbed with pearls, and how slim yet stylish the lock was.

“My, are you interested in that pair? What an interesting choice.”

“N-No! I’m just admiring them,” Raven insisted. “You don’t normally see designs like this… I wonder how the jeweler was able to make objects so clunky and heavy into something wearable.”

“That is a fair point. The craftsmanship is indeed exquisite.” Jade’s sharp eyes carefully traced the shape of Raven’s ears--pointed, like the headmaster’s. “How unfortunate it is that you lack the piercings to wear them.”

Raven’s hands instinctively flew to her earlobes, as though trying to shield them from him. “I told you, I’m not interested in buying--”

“Why, whoever said anything about you purchasing the earrings? I was keen to pick up a new pair for myself.” Jade provided a smile and a bow. “Now then, if you would excuse me for one moment…”

Before Raven could protest, he had already vanished inside the jewelry store, leaving her stranded on the street with a list of groceries to procure.

“... Fantastic.”

The bird sighed into her palms. From past experience, she knew that it would not be a wise idea to pursue Jade and attempt to drag him away. For as skilled as Raven was at weaving words, she often found that Jade’s natural charisma, paired with his silver tongue, often gave him the advantage in disagreements.

Best to just leave it for now.

Still, she warily eyed him through the store window as he conversed with a clerk. A few vague hand gestures, a practiced smile, a polite and controlled laugh. All motions Raven had familiarized herself with.

Entranced with her eel watching, Raven didn’t register the trio approaching her until one of the group called out to her.

“Mon petit oiseau! What a coincidence it is to be running into you today.”

“Oh!” She startled at the huntsman’s voice. “Rook…!! And… Vil-senpai and Epel-san. Hello…!”

Acutely aware of Vil’s sternness, Raven quickly lowered her head in deference. This earned a slight curl of the lips from him.

He was dressed as fashionably as ever--a white, frilly top with a V-neck, paired with sunglasses propped in his hair, sleek leggings, and glove boots. Several necklaces adorned Vil’s long, milky neck, and his face was expertly painted with a sheer wash of shimmering, nude makeup.

“Good day to you, Shetland potato,” Vil replied coolly. He passed a glance to Epel, who stood behind him, struggling to carry several rolls of fabric.

“G-Good day,” Epel managed, tugging at his collar. It appeared as though Vil had dressed him, too--for he was dressed in a lacey lilac blouse, and tied off with a black bow. Instead of leggings, Epel wore puffy shorts and striped socks.

“Such a treat it is to see you out of the attic and venturing out into the world!” Rook laughed, brushing back a wisp of his golden hair. He was without his trademark feathered hat, and had traded his dormitory robes for a button-down shirt--the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone, army green khakis, and boating shoes.

Compared to the Pomefiore trio, Raven looked like a spaghetti stain on a square of white fabric. She nervously dusted off her skirt, hoping that Vil wouldn’t harp on how she was wearing the same outfit yet again.

“What brings you to town?” Rook inquired, dropping the bags he had been carrying and excitedly grasping Raven’s hands instead.

“Just… groceries. Uncle is away for a conference, so I am to fend for myself in his absence,” she mumbled, gingerly prying her hands away. “Well… sort of. Jade has been mother henning me for the past few days.”

“Monsieur Mastermind? Ohoh. What a dynamic duo! Two halves of the same coin, trading bitter blows with their words… forever locked in verbal combat!”

“I… I guess?”

“I trust that he is looking after you well?” Rook’s smile widened. “If not... perhaps we should kidnap you away and stow you in Pomefiore until the headmaster’s return!”

“Absolutely not,” Vil snapped. “We have our hands far too full with play preparations to be hosting the Shetland potato--or anyone else, for that matter.”

… H-He didn’t object to Rook kidnapping people. Is that a normal thing for Rook to do? Should I be concerned? She shoved her question down to change the subject to something more comfortable. “Erm… Is that what the supplies are for?”

“Oui! Roi du Poison’s club is staging a performance in the winter. These materials are to make costumes.” The huntsman’s eyes suddenly lit up with a mischievous sparkle. “Fufu. Mon roi has thrown his heart and soul into direction. It is a treat to behold!”

“Congratulations, senpai.”

“Don’t congratulate me yet,” Vil commanded, holding up a hand. “We are still in the throes of auditions. Wait until you have witnessed the show for yourself before you cheer for it.”

“Oh, well… I hope you find suitable actors, then.”

Vil’s eyes suddenly narrowed. “Hm. Now that you mention it… Shetland potato!”

Raven jumped when he barked at her. “Y-Yes?! Look, I know I’ve been wearing the same outfit every time you see me, it’s just that Uncle fills my closet with nothing but duplicate clothes…!!”

“I think you would be fitting for one of the roles in my play,” Vil declared. “Report to Pomefiore at 8 am sharp tomorrow if you are interested in auditioning.”

“Huh?! Me, in one of your… I don’t think I’m…”

“Are you doubting my eyes?” His glare sharpened, turning into a pointed dagger.

“N-No, sir…”

“Good. Then I hope to see you then.” Vil spun around on his heel and waved a hand. “Rook! Epel! We’re going. Don’t dawdle, now.”

“Yes, Vil-senpai. I-I’m coming!”

Epel dashed after his Dorm Leader, Rook following suit--but not before he gave Raven one last glance over his shoulder, accompanied by a wave. Au revoir, he mouthed, the twinkle never parting from his emerald eyes.

She waved back absentmindedly, brought back from her daze only by the ringing of the jewelry store door swinging open again.

Jade emerged from within, bearing a small baby blue box with a white silk bow. “I have returned, Miss Raven. Fufu. I trust that you were not too lonely without me?”

She hastily hid her hands behind her back. “Of course not. You were only gone for a few minutes…!”

“So I was.” Jade’s eyes darted to the Pomefiore trio, whose figures were vanishing over the horizon. “Had I been absent a few moments longer, perhaps I would have had to wrangle you from the hands of an nosy huntsman.”

“As though forcing your way in and kidnapping me back would be any better!”

Jade stifled a laugh.

“In any case, I have procured the earrings I had my heart set on.” With deft fingers, he slid off the top, revealing a glittering lock and key tucked away inside. Jade plucked up the key by the head. “Miss Raven, do lend me your ear.”

“Those are yours…!”

“Correct--and therefore, I may do with these as I please.” He smiled pleasantly. “And I choose to lend you one to wear.”

“It’s not that simple! Have you forgotten already? I can’t wear it--don’t have piercings,” she protested. “You’re not going to jab it through my earlobes, are you?!”

“I will do no such thing.” Jade’s voice remained tranquil as he seized the raven by her chin and jerked her head to one side, yielding a clear opening for him to plant the earring. She squawked in surprise, flailing against him--but his grip was too strong, and she, too weak.

He sighed, continuing to speak as though he were describing the nice weather. “I assure you, this will not hurt one bit, fufufu. Now be a dear and hold still.”

It happened in an instant, despite the bird’s struggles. A slight pinch upon her earlobe, the kiss of the cool metal key on her skin, and it was over.

Jade straightened with a satisfied smirk, and patted Raven on the cheek. “There we are.”

“Eh? What? How did…” She cautiously poked at the earring. “There wasn’t a needle…?”

“I requested that the jeweler convert the key earring into a clip-on.”

“Wha…?! You… You tricked me again?!” Her face flared with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. “But why even bother with such a thing?”

“I wished to see how it would look on you. As I suspected, it is lovely on you.”

Raven gritted her teeth, praying that it would somehow help hide her flusteredness. “... And what do you plan to do with the lock earring? You didn’t also have that one converted, did you?”

“Certainly not.” Jade toyed with the lock in question, rolling it between his index finger and thumb. “I was thinking to wear it myself in lieu of my usual sturgeon scale earring, so that we may match.”

“Match?” Raven scoffed through her blush. “I didn’t know you cared so much about your accessories while grocery shopping.”

“I do not,” he confessed with a coy grin. “However, I would be remiss to pass up an opportunity to show to the world what a perfect pair we make.”

“You what--” Raven was interrupted by Jade grasping one of her hands and placing the lock earring into it.

“If you would do the honors,” he murmured, tilting his head to one side--and once more, slicking his black hair back. His tone was low and inviting, yet somehow she could hear him well and clear over the townspeople that bustled around them.

The scales suspended on his earring swung back and forth in a slow motion. Click, clack, against one another, in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His single, golden eye stared right at her. Waiting, pleading.

Raven swallowed hard. With trembling hands, she unfastened the sturgeon scale earring from his earlobe and secured the lock earring in its place. As soon as the deed was done, she rushed to wipe her hands off on her skirt.

Eel cooties, eel cooties, eel cooties…!!

“Thank you for your assistance, Miss Raven.”

“You’re… you’re welcome.” She pursed her lips, avoiding his eyes--but her traitorous gaze soon found itself lingering on the lock. “That suits you, in a way--like a lock, you guard many secrets, and it’s impossible to get you to open up.”

“Fufu. I am flattered to hear such kind words. If I may return the compliment, that key earring fits you like a glove.”

“Right. Because Uncle is adorned in keys, it would make sense for the motif to carry over to his relatives.”

“No, no, you misunderstand.” Jade held a finger to his lips, a twinkle of conspiracy in his golden eyes. “Come closer… and I shall impart one of my closely guarded secrets to you.”

“This isn’t another one of your tricks, is it?” she asked, her eyes forming suspicious slivers--but despite her curt words, the bird’s body instinctively leaned into his. She cursed her curiosity.

Jade chuckled and bent down, allowing his lips to hover by her ear. Time seemed to slow, but her heartbeat quickened. Face, hot--extremities, cold. Opposites, yet matching. One, unable to exist without the other.

And, at last, his answer came.

“It suits you well--for you hold the key to my heart, Miss Raven.”

#twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc week #Jade Leech #Vil Schoenheit #Raven Crowley #Epel Felmier #Rook Hunt #twst oc #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #my art

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azenkii · 4 years ago

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ATLA Fic Rec

because I've been spending way too much time reading it. Btw, this is a rec for gen fics and zukka fics.

Note: an asterisk after the description means that the fic or series is incomplete. (Sadly, this is a lot of them, but I'm pretty sure most of these fics are still currently updating.)

GEN:

Anything by MuffinLance is a must-read. my personal favourites are Salvage (where Hakoda ends up with one (1) grumpy new prisoner/crewmate/adopted son) and Little Zuko v the World (where Zuko is 12, and it's adorable).

The Family You Choose by TunaFishChris is a god-tier platonic soulmate au about zuko and the gaang, so like...go read that right now

The kintsugi series by discordiansamba is an AU where Toph's parents hire Zuko-as-Lee to be a bodyguard for her, and I love it so much. It has some of the best Toph-and-Zuko sibling bonding I've ever seen. *

Dragon Moon by Satirrian is a Dragon! Zuko AU and it's incredible. It also features Bounty Hunter Zuko, so do with that what you will. *

The What We're Given series by Haicrescendo is *chef's kiss*. It's an AU where Zuko flipped his father off early on into his banishment and started living his best life with Iroh. Enter the Gaang. Shenanigans ensue. *

The Internment series by Hannahmayski is another Zuko breaks free from his dad early AU, and it's also really good. Basically, Zuko was never given the option to capture the Avatar, making his banishment indefinite. He sails around with his crew fighting the Fire Nation and it's great. *

The best way to solve your problems (is to help someone else) by hewwodarkness is an AU where kids start disappearing in Ba Sing Se during Book 2, and Zuko takes it upon himself to do a little vigilantism. It's fantastic. *

The Blue Spirit AU series by H_Faith_Marr is an AU starting from, surprise surprise, the Blue Spirit episode. The Gaang takes in Zuko without knowing who he is, and the Power of Friendship™ goes to work on Zuko. *

The the first rule of earth kingdom fight club... series by ohmygodwhy is an AU where Zuko, among other things, fights in underground cage matches, meets Toph early, and realises that his dad might be wrong. It’s pretty funny and really good. *

The The Non-Existent Twin series by FoiblePNoteworthy is hilarious. It's an AU where Zuko poses as his own twin, Li, and the Gaang buys it hook line and sinker. *

The Guilt (The Jet Adopts Zuko AU) series by FoiblePNoteworthy is also really good. Like the title says, it’s a Zuko joins the Freedom Fighters AU. *

The new ways series by blueseam is just a Zuko and the Gaang bonding fic, mostly set in the Western Air Temple, with a side of Zuko not taking care of himself and the Gaang stepping up to the job. If you’re like me and am an absolute sucker for Zuko and the Gaang, go read this.

The Family Matters series by WinterSky101 is a really good fic if you’re looking for Hakoda and Zuko. That’s all I have to say: Hakoda and Zuko.

a nation, held by snowdarkred is a GREAT Fire Nation & Zuko fic - set before and during canon, not after it. Go read it, right now.

Notable mentions: a lot of works by naggeluide are gen and pretty funny, though if you don't headcanon any of the characters as LGBT+ you might not like some of them.

ZUKKA:

anything by Haicrescendo and dickpuncher420. For Haicrescendo, my personal favourite is the Carry On For You series, and for dickpuncher420, it’s love language.

sirens & sleepless nights by Satirrian is a modern AU that just borders on dystopian. Ba Sing Se has been overtaken by the Fire Nation, Zuko is a soldier who broke away from the Fire Nation and got shot for it, and Sokka finds Zuko on the street and brings him inside. It’s amazing, go read it!

do you take this jerk to be (your one and only) by jatersade is a fic that I’m 90% sure is on every zukka fic rec list, and it deserves to be. It’s an arranged marriage AU where Zuko is engaged to Yue, and Sokka is his cultural guide. *

midnight runs and other things by isamagicdragon is a modern AU where Zuko keeps sleepwalking into Sokka’s apartment. Shenanigans ensue. Also, top-tier Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee interactions. *

Unchained Melody by avocadolove is another fic that I see a lot on rec lists, and it 100% deserves it. It’s a long fic (as of now, it’s at 63.8k) and is an AU where Sokka, after getting taken to the Spirit World by Heibai, ends up as a ghost that only Zuko can see. Ft. great enemies-to-friends-to-lovers and an incredible plot. *

Ozymandias, King of Kings by Think_of_a_Wonderful_Thought is SO good. It’s an AU where, instead of being banished, Zuko was sent to work in a coal mine/prison, which eventually becomes the target of a Water Tribe raid after Aang’s return. It can get pretty dark, so watch out for that, and it’s really long (as of now, 168.8k). But trust me, it’s worth it. *

Heart Beat Here by thefangirlingdead is an adorable Modern AU oneshot where Zuko, while shopping for engagement rings with Katara, freaks out when Sokka lies about where he is. It’s a happy ending, don’t worry. One of my favourite fics.

feels like we only go backwards by oldpotatoe and A Certain Slant of Light by JustGettingBy are both amnesia fics where Sokka loses his memory several years after the war. They’re both so, so good. A Certain Slant of Light is finished, but feels like we only go backwards is not.

reality strikes, so bring back the night by zukkababey is a time-travel oneshot where Western-Air-Temple Sokka wakes up in the future to find his older self married to one (1) Fire Lord Zuko. Fluffy and funny.

maybe i just see you (in everything) by epicbubbles is a really cute Modern AU oneshot with love confessions and just fluff all around. 10/10 go read it!!

it’s the illusion of separation by argentoswan is a fic that has legendary status and it absolutely deserves it. God-tier Modern AU where Sokka ends up working at the Jasmine Dragon alongside his former high school bully, Zuko. (Kind of) enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, and it’s just...SO good. *

say you like your shirt soggy by crosspin is a reallyyy nice 5+1 fic. It’s Modern AU, and it’s pretty short (3.7k), but the amount of yearning that gets packed into that 3.7k,,,,*chef’s kiss*

and they were roommates by flydunes is another Modern AU where sokka puts up an ad for a roommate. Zuko moves in, and Sokka gets a crush. It’s just good vibes all around :) *

like blood from a stone by catalinacat is a Soulmate AU that took a completely different direction with the soulmate trope. The summary does a better job of explaining it than I can. *

absence of heat, excess of destiny by theycallmesuperboy is one of the best soulmate AUs out there. it’s not too long, only 4.3k words, but it covers the entire series and then some. Seriously, go read this.

it isn’t strange, but it’s true by theholyterror is a 5+1 post-canon fic with some of the best pining I’ve ever seen, ft. Ambassador Sokka and Fire Lord Zuko. The 5+1 is times Zuko went out of his way to touch Sokka. *

like the sun inside of you by ofherlionheart is another post-canon fic, and it’s incredible so far. the first chapter alone is 23k, so it’s already a decently long read. *

the stemverse: earth science zuko au series by acezukos is a REALLY good Modern/University AU. So far, it only has one work (earth system history) but that work is already *chef’s kiss*. The series is incomplete, but earth system history is complete!

rebellion’s such a hushed affair by zeitgeistofnow is a fantastic Modern AU that, like sirens & sleepless nights, borders on dystopian. Actually, I think it is dystopian, but it hasn’t been tagged as such. Anyway, 10/10, go read it right now immediately

Mark Time by foil is a Modern AU where Sokka ghosted Zuko years ago, and they get brought back together by Aang and Katara’s wedding. It’s really good, but the fic has some pretty heavy content, so make sure you read the warnings. *

That birds would sing and think it were not night by HisMomoness is a Modern AU that has Zuko tutoring Sokka, with absolute top-tier pining. Like, seriously, the pining is insane. Superr good

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by meliebee is one of the best post-canon fics I’ve ever read. It features a civil war in the Fire Nation (that gets resolved about halfway through) and some great Toph and Zuko interactions, as well as some Grade A pining.

boy problems by burnt_oranges is FANTASTIC post-canon and has sokka and zuko in an accidental arranged marriage, plus some attempted assassinations. It’s great.

zuko vs the homie sexual agenda by parmigiano has Zuko and Sokka pining for each other in Ikea. Do I need to say more?

Friendship Bracelets by peachcitt is a Modern AU best friends to lovers. Pretty short (4.9k), but the pining is immaculate.

isn’t this the vision that you wanted by nebulastucky is INCREDIBLE, I read it recently because it just got completed and it’s *chef’s kiss*. It’s post-canon ft. mutual pining and some reallyyy good ‘and there was only one bed’ scenes.

Real Slow and no one knows anything but us by surveycorpsjean and quidhitch respectively are two of my favourite post-canon Ambassador Sokka and Fire Lord Zuko fics. Go check them out!

The Duke’s a Hazard by naggeluide is a really nice AU starting from the Western Air Temple, where the Duke decides that Sokka and Zuko are now his new parents. They bond over coparenting, and the (kind of) enemies-to-friends-to-lovers is really good. Plus, it’s funny.

Those Who Favor Fire by CSHfic and VSfic is a really good fic of the Spymaster Sokka AU. If you don’t know what that is, it’s an AU where Sokka fakes his death and goes undercover in an organisation that wants to kill Zuko.

Fics I added after posting (so far, all Zukka):

The Road Between Action and Inaction by Donvex is a fic that I can't believe I left out the first time?? It's a modern hitchhiking AU and it's great.

Rituals of the Ocean Floor by Donvex is a nice one too. It's only around 2.2k words, but it's a Fox Spirit!Zuko and Sharkman!Sokka AU, and I just really like the writing style.

by the stars above, i knew we were in love by theycallmesuperboy and The Fate of Nations in Our Hands by sapphic_ambitions are both top-tier post-canon fics. Be warned: by the stars above is a liiiittle bit angsty.

blue's clues by parmigiano is a really good Modern AU where Sokka, a university student journalist, gets ahold of the phone number of the Blue Spirit, a new campus vigilante. He ends up talking to the Blue Spirit to get an interview out of him, and it's really cute!

Honourable mention: the Avatar Zuko series by the_cloud_whisperer is one of the best series I've ever read, and it's really long - it got completed about a month ago, with 493.6k words in total (415k if you ignore the extra work made up of author's notes). It develops all the characters really well, especially Lu Ten, but the main ship is Zukaang. Personally, my biggest problem with Zukaang is the age difference, and Aang is aged up to be Zuko's age (or older, I think? I don't really remember) in this. I kept reading it because the plot was too good to give up, and I do highly recommend it, but yeah.

I’ll add more fics if I remember them, but this is what I had bookmarked. Also, shameless self plug here because I also write ATLA fic @ azenki on ao3

#atla #zukka #fic rec #zukka fic rec

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birthdaysentiment · 4 years ago

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hi its the anon that asked for fic recommendations! I’ve read some of them and IM IN LOVE so if you have more (with any storyline) I’d like to read them as well 🥰

hiii anon! i'm so happy you liked the fic recommendations. all of them is some of my personal favorites, so i was happy to share them with you. oml of course! i love talking about fics, so i would love to recommend more. i made a list underneath (because it got pretty long...), and i've tried to divide them as good as i could into tropes to make it a little easier. hope you’ll enjoy these fics too! ✨

robbe and sander: strangers to lovers (multi-chapter fics)

l. rotten work by aholynight on ao3. this is a complete fic with 5 chapters and it’s one of my all-time favorites. i've read it so many times, and it was also one of the first fanfictions i ever read. just the fact that robbe is a fire breather in this is enough to make it absolutely amazing, and just every chapter is so good and you just keep wanting more. there’s so much tension between robbe and sander and ahhh it’s just so good, i want to read it again!

ll. the night we met by @bxbyi (themoongirl on ao3). another complete fic, this time with 7 chapters with robbe as a writer. it’s such a sweet little detail, and i love it so much, because it sort of helps robbe to deal with some of the things he’s going through, and idk i just love the idea of robbe as a writer. the fic is also centered around liminal spaces and insomnia and how robbe and sander sort og bonds over it. again, another one of my favorites

lll. paint me in trust by @bxbyi (themoongirl on ao3). a complete fic with 7 chapters and vampire!sander that you never know you needed. this fic kinda has everything in terms of fluff and angst, and the fluff in the last chapters is just so good that i often go back to read it, just to jet my fix lol. the relationship between robbe and sander is so good and it’s so nicely written and another favorite of mine, because it’s so ahhh!

llll. money is (not) everything by @jxoxsxsxi (loenaadamson on ao3). a complete fic with 10 chapters, where sander is the rich kid with all the money and opportunities, but a life with no love and purpose until he meets robbe. this is the kind of fic you can read in a day because its so good. love the banter between them in the beginning and how in love they are. i remember that a chapter was posted every day for 10 days and oml what a ride!

v. the finest of the meadow by allforyoumylove on ao3. a complete fic with 6 chapters and probably one of the softest sobbe fics out there, where robbe and sander fall in love while meeting in a meadow. i love this so much, and everything about it is just so soft and sweet. how they’re both there for each other, how they take care of each other too, and just how amazingly sweet they are. and they’re stargazing, so... yeah that killed me

vl. remember my name by @sobbefairytales (ijzermans on ao3). another complete fic with 9 chapters and another personal favorite. who knew the reveal of a name could mean so much and possibly change so much for two young boys. this fic is another perfect example of pure fluff and angst and how well balanced it is. every chapter left you hanging, just desperately wanting to read the next one. it was such a journey and i still remember how empty i felt when i had read the last chapter. just love this one so much!

vll. swimmer sander by @bijvoorbeeldja - a complete fic here on tumblr with 4 chapters and a epilogue. sander as a swimmer is something i never knew i needed to see, and to have robbe take swimming lessons from sander too... i mean it was everything i wanted and more. this is so sweet and just to see them navigate through their relationship with sander’s carer on the side too. such a sweet fic full of fluff as well

vlll. i see you when you run from the light (within your eyes) by @womenstan (womenstan by ao3). this fic is a work in process, but it already has 2 chapters. this is another example of an au i never knew i needed until i read it, because seeing blind!sander and robbe fall in love is just the cutest thing ever. there’s so much fluff already and i'm so excited for every chapter to come. the way sander ‘sees’ robbe through touch makes me so emotional and ahhh i am already so hooked on this fic

vllll. waiting down at the station by ivy_seas on ao3. another work in process with 2 chapters already. seeing robbe and sander fall in love on a train is the cutest thing ever and when they start to see each other, outside of the train ride, i can just feel my heart starting to become a fluttering mess. it’s such a sweet story and i am so in love with the first two chapters and how the pacing is so far. there’s so much fluff already and we had a little taste of angst, so i'm excited to see what happens next!

x. five out of thirty by @tyrusmwm (tokenmwm on ao3). a work in process fic with a total of 18 chapters so far, where robbe and sander is having a long-distance relationship since robbe travels a lot for work. it’s written from robbe’s point of view in a first person narrator and i love that, because robbe’s thoughts and self-commentary is the best and funniest thing ever. sander is so in love with robbe, where robbe sometimes has a hard time expressing that, even though we know he’s so gone for him. this is a fic i'm always looking forward to reading the next chapter of

xi. ground control to us by @hopelessromanticvirgo. a complete social media au, with a couple of fic-style chapters too. this was one hell of a ride and i remember reading this in “real-time” and oml it was the best thing. it was also the first so/me au i read and i've been hooked on them ever since. sander is a famous singer, who starts to text with his biggest fan, who happens to be robbe, but robbed just doesn’t know it’s sander he’s texting with. there’s so much angst in this oml, but it’s all worth it because the fluff and their relationship is so good

sobbe: established relationship (multi-chapters)

l. to the one i love: fuck you by @hopelessromanticvirgo (reddlene on ao3). a complete fic with 13 chapters and one hell of a roller-coaster ride. i remember reading the first 11 chapters in one day and i didn’t know what to do with myself afterwards. in this fic you never really know what to believe and i love that, how you never really know what is going on until you get the answers. there’s so much angst but the ending is worth it

ll. vrijdag 21:37 by @wasteourdays (wasteourdaysdreaming on ao3) - complete fic with 7 chapters, but there could be more (as far as i understood). its centered around the same party, but in each chapter you see the party from a different characters point of view. this is actually the first sobbe fic i read and i still love it so much. there’s so many amazing scenes in it and all of it is so in character for them. love it so much and it’s just so good!

lll. visitations by @lucidpantone (lucidpantone on ao3) - another complete fic with 6 chapters where it’s sort of an established relationship, but also not, because this fic is quite a journey. it varies between scenes from the present and scenes from the past, but when we don’t know when they are in the past. the past is sort of helping the reader into understanding the present and what is happening, but it’s definitely a fic that gets better the more you read it because you start to understand everything more. it’s just such a good fic!

llll. "do i know you?" by @srta-pepa (srtapepa on ao3) - a work in progress with 15 chapters and only one to go. this fic has been a journey and oml what a ride. robbe lost his memory due to a car-crash and he doesn’t remember his relationship with sander, so already there there’s a lot of angst, but the fluff is there too and oml i am never getting tired of it. it’s such a sweet fic and it makes me sad to think it’s almost over, but i can’t wait for the last chapter either

sobbe: established relationship (one-shots)

l. the sun came up and i was looking at you by allforyoumylove on ao3. one of my all-time favorite one-shots with robbe and sander waking up on a sunday morning, just staying in bed, kissing and cuddling, and of course sander just being sander. love this so much and it’s just so full of fluff and everything you love and hold so close to your heart. i read this on a weekly basic because i just need that fix of sobbe fluff

ll. paper rings by @wlwharrys (thekardemomme on ao3). when sander has a bad day and robbe is just there for him, like he always is. there is so much fluff in this that your heart almost can’t take it, and even though there’s a very light slip on angst, it only makes the fluff better and ahhh it’s the cutest thing ever. sobbe in an established relationship always makes me go through the feels, to see how comfortable and safe they are with each other

lll. fizzy colas by @foxsake5 (foxsake5 on ao3). another one-shot that just makes you smile because it’s so sweet and so... heartwarming in a way. tipsy!robbe is one of my favorites and he’s just the absolute sweetest person on this earth and to see sander be so in love with him only makes it better. who knew a trip to the store to buy some candy could make you feel so much

llll. hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue by @phascinationphases (nbrook on ao3). a fic that saved us from what happened on valentine’s day and brought back sander’s bleached hair, something that we all are hoping for (but something we’re probably never going to get.. *signs*). this is so cute and full of fluff and banter and teasing and just sobbe being best friends and boyfriends too. and the one-liners sander comes with is enough to make you get through the day

v. one night (and love) so young and beautiful by @birthdaysentiment (birthdaysentiment on ao3... yeah me)... well i had to do a little advertisement for my own little one-shot lol. idk it’s definitely not the best out there, but people who know me, knows how much i need to see robbe and sander make out against a wall and slow-dance together, so i wrote a one-shot about that and just included everything that i love... so yeah enjoy i guess

sobbe: other tropes

l. you're my stars... and everything in between by @robbesdriesen (aurorawinds on ao3). a one-shot with the trope secret relationship (a trope we don’t have enough fics with). this is so amazing and it’s inspired by romeo & juliet so do i even need to say more? they’re so in love and when they’re held back from being together, the angst is just right there, but the fluff that comes after... i mean my heart is melting just thinking about it

ll. just friends by @sincerelysobbe (sincerelysobbe on ao3) - a complete fic with 4 chapters and robbe and sander being friends with benefits, until they realize that they just want to be together. this is such an amazing fic, and to see sander be so head over hells in love with robbe is just the best thing. they’re so sweet together, the way they can’t help but look at each other and just wishing they were more than just friends. i just love it!

lll. this isn't our first time around by noobishere on ao3. one of my favorite one-shots that idk how to explain lol. but it’s just robbe and sander traveling through different alternative universes where they always seem to be together or have some kind of connection, but just not in the one they’re living in, but maybe all the traveling can change that. i love the whole concept of it and it’s just so clever and i need to reread this again asap, because it’s so good

llll. if i asked you first, would you be my prince? by @sonderthroughthestreets and @to-enter-polaris (createdforyou and isaksliveterna on a3). a work in progress with t2o chapters already. i’ve always wanted a ballet!sobbe fic, so when i heard about this fic i was already hooked. in this universe robbe and sander are a part of the same ballet company and they’re both fighting for the same spot in the next big play. it’s an enemies to lovers fic and even though it’s mostly angst right now, i can’t wait for the fluff to take over, because it’s gonna be so good

v. sincerely, always yours by @hopelessromanticvirgo. this is a social media au with a couple of fic-style chapters. this was such an emotional roller-coaster, not just for robbe and sander but also for you as a reader. the lack of communication from them was driving me crazy and the amount of times i wanted to pull my hair out just shows that this au was so good and one you just couldn’t help but get invested in. it’s sort of a best friends to lovers but also with a little enemies in it and just a lot of angst (like so much), but also a lot of fluff, that was just the best!

and... a couple of days ago i made a little overview over some robbe and sander fics with the tropes enemies to lovers and friends (best friends, childhood friends etc.) to lovers too, so if you want to, you can check that out here.

there’s over 800 sobbe fics at ao3 right now and so many drabbles and so/me au’s here on tumblr and all of them are just so amazing! (this is just a little snip of them all), so if you want more recommendations, or more sobbe stuff to read, then go to ao3 (under the sobbe tag) or try and search for them here on tumblr (under sobbe fic or wtfock fic). there’s so many amazing stories and the writers deserves all the credit for them!

so, once again i just want to say a massive thank you to every fic and drabble writer and just to all the content creators, because you keep me alive during this drought and the undeniable lack of sobbe. thank you for blessing me everyday and just thank you for everything you’re doing. sending you all lots of hugs and kusjes! ✨

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #cille's asks ✨

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keouil · 3 years ago

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at this hour any god is rain

“whose blood is that?” nanami asks. 1k. gojo/nanami. vampire!au also on ao3.

Nanami pushes his way into the gates just before the railings snap close.

He lets out a huge sigh of relief, entire body sagging into one of the stone columns by the entrance. He peers down at his tattered khakis, one of the threads having snagged on the metal links on the bars and letting it loose. Goddamn Ijichi and his neurotic, unforgiving automatic timers. He made it just in time before curfew, before the matron of the city chastised him for staying too long in the woods, before he himself stayed up too late shrewd in the shadows past their little village.

Nanami lays there for a while, trying to labour his breathing as he peered out into the village. It was completely dark out now, but the kerosene lamps dangling from the pillars in the entrance were enough to let him see beyond the awning of trees. He could hear the chirps of crickets echoing against the branches, the wailing of howls foreboding in the distance.

Goddamn Gojo, Nanami thought as he squared up and steeled himself for a long trek home, And his penchant for dramatics.

On the banks of the Naga river, a little past the shrine, there is an old hickory tree. It had strong, long roots that branched out into the soil, forever spinning and growing and stitching itself together until the years had bred it into a village. In that village, there is a tale as old as time: how the oni lurked beneath the trenches of their barren soil, how the borough lived and thrived off the satisfaction of the faes, and it would do well for the younglings to tread lightly on the ground and not walk alone at night and not stay up too late. Because sometimes, sometimes: the fine lines of the roots didn’t look so much like threads, but claws; and sometimes, too: teeth.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Gojo’s head snaps up, trying not to jostle the delicate set-up of ceramic bowls and jade crystals laid on the table. He frowns a little. “What?”

“What do you mean what?” Nanami walks up to him, gesturing at the poor set-up and all but throwing the satchel he had onto Gojo’s face. “I didn’t just bravely scour the forest for nearly two hours just for you to improvise. I was nearly skewered in half by the gates, mind you.”

The frown on Gojo’s face eases into amusement. “Relax,” he turns back to the table, moving set pieces around. “You got here in one piece, didn’t you?”

“Barely,” Nanami seethes, trying not to claw at his hair. This really was too foolish and risky. “And I’m pretty sure Yaga knows what we’re doing, by the way.”

“I’m pretty sure the old man’s one of them, too,” Gojo scoffs easily, and it’s the candid tone that made Nanami pause. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t know?”

The blank look of horror on his face was enough of an answer.

“Nanami, seriously,” Gojo glances over at him, growing more amused by the second. Nanami wanted to wipe the grin off his voice. “Even the kids have caught on by now. Why do you think Megumi insists on hanging up cloves of garlic? Why Panda has no friends?”

Nanami blanched. “Shit.”

“Yeah, shit, ” Gojo nodded vehemently, glancing at the clock every so often. The time on the wall makes half an hour before midnight. He scurried over to one of the wooden cabinets. “So the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can un-shit this town and finally see the sun.”

They were going to do, of all things, a hex.

They weren’t witches or warlocks—though Gojo has mused to him in passing, how he thinks surely Shoko or Utahime carried over some of that ancestral spite from their predecessors—but they were, above all, worried villagers. More and more babes were being plucked from the womb; it basically induced a town-wide hysteria. People stocking up on rations and barricading doors and hanging ofuda on maple trees. The talismans could basically have been red herrings for all the good it did them, because still: the vanishings had endured and the soil kept growing thicker and more lush.

The village was quickly growing into an embarrassment of riches. The price they paid for it, however, was done in poor taste.

Which is why Nanami snaps out of it and rummages through his satchel, snagging on the bejewelled crystal jar with its warm liquid threatening to spill over. “Alright,” he turns around carefully. “I have the— ”

What the hell.

Instead of expecting to see Gojo set up the kokkuri and lay out the incense sticks and joss paper and other divination essentials, he finds him holding out his own ember flask. Also filled.

“Whose blood is that?” Nanami asks.

Gojo peers over at him from the rim of the glass, the murky red mixing with the azure of his eyes. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Quit it,” Nanami hisses, carefully placing down his procured potion. That poor, unfortunate rabbit who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. “This isn’t a joke, Gojo, what we’re doing. Who is that?” He asks again. “Who do we have to pay hush money for this time?”

Gojo rolled his eyes. “Ever the drama queen,” he sighs, albeit, himself dramatically. He caps off his flask and positions it at the centre of the plateau. “Stop fussing. It's no one you know.”

Nanami narrows his eyes. “I know everyone in the village.”

Gojo pauses, blinking. “Right. Forgot you were Mr. Popular.”

“You know everyone! You!” Nanami groans, running a hand down his exhausted face. He gestures at Gojo pointedly. “You’re literally cousins with Toji – the mayor! And—” He pauses, suddenly feeling very cold and very unsure. He glances at him warily. “That’s not— Is that— Don’t tell me—”

“Oh don’t get so twisted about it,” Gojo waves him off dismissively. “If I wanted Megumi Zenin’s father dead, I’d enlist his kid as my hitman. Have you seen the way he looks at him? If looks could kill.”

“Gojo,” Nanami warned lowly. “Who is it.”

They could hear the tolls of the grandfather clock grate against each other in the distance, echoing its woes all throughout the isolated barracks. The wind was lashing at the windows, the long branches of the sycamore tree in the backyard brushing through its glass panels.

Gojo took a moment to regard him, and then very slowly a corner of his lips tugged up, baring pearly white teeth that nipped a little at the molar.

Nanami felt all the color drain his face.

It was sharp; sharper than Nanami had seen on him his entire childhood, sharper than when he last first saw him before they parted ways at the village entrance with clear instructions on how to proceed. With Nanami needing to secure sacrificial blood, and Gojo, Gojo: a single leaf from the hickory tree.

“Let’s just say they made an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

#nanago #gojo satoru #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen #fic

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eulaties · 4 years ago

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MYSTIC MESSENGER FIC RECS ★ JUMINV ★ #8

fics that have an asterisk (*) in front of them are my personal favorites! also, all of the fics listed are completed unless otherwise stated.

NOTE: these are fic recs for the ship jumin han/jihyun kim.

this list was last updated on 12/29/20.

if you want general mysme fic recs click here

if you want yoosung/mc fic recs click here

if you want yooseven fic recs click here

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fall to slow motion • one-shot

SUMMARY: “the only person who has ever consistently cleared the threads in his head is v, yet he is not the one drinking with him tonight.”

TAGS: angst, spoilers for 707′s route, v is dead, longing, mc comforting jumin

*in-hyeong • one-shot

SUMMARY: “jihyun comes around to visit without any sort of schedule. he’ll visit twice within the week, before staying away for months and returning again. each time, he looks as though he’s expecting some sort of punishment for his absence, apologising profusely and excusing himself early – as though everyone present would be better without him. he seems to be stuck in the space in-between; some crevasse between understanding that those around him are just worried but afraid his mere presence is a hindrance.”

TAGS: angst, trauma, hurt no comfort, one-sided pining on jumin’s part, healing, jihyun kim character study, mental health issues, prose, read this if you want to cry

CW: unhealthy relationships (rika/v)

the mint was a weed • one-shot

TAGS: angst, spoilers for 707′s route, v is dead, flower imagery, hurt no comfort

it’s always you • one-shot

TAGS: soulmate au, slow dancing, fluff, mutual pining, drinking, drunken kissing, nothing explicit happens

to the night’s end • one-shot

TAGS: unrequited pining, that eventually get requited at the end, angst, canon-divergence, childhood flashbacks, happy ending

*susurrus • one-shot

SUMMARY: “v shows up at jumin's door at some inappropriate time of night to show up at a person's door. after jumin blinks the sleep out of his eyes, v confesses the real reason he came.”

TAGS: hurt/comfort, angst, bittersweet fluff, late night conversations, longing

redamancy • one-shot

SUMMARY: “two years after the end of jaehee's route, when v surrendered himself to mint eye, jumin finally finds him again.”

TAGS: angst, hurt/comfort, reunion, rescue, happy ending

CW: mentions of past abuse and torture, depictions of blood

it might have been • one-shot

SUMMARY: “v asks jumin to meet him for the first time in a while. the topic turns to v's eyes, and jumin tries to make sense of his feelings toward v and the way love affects people.”

TAGS: possibly unrequited love, angst, hurt/comfort, friendship

*sparsile • one-shot

SUMMARY: “chairman han's latest girlfriend insists that he bring jumin to a party. jumin finally agrees on the condition that he can invite v and rika along. being there with his friends leads to complicated feelings arising in jumin that he doesn't know how to explain.”

TAGS: unrequited love, angst, jealousy, hurt no comfort, dancing, an exploration of the concept of compulsive heterosexuality

CW: harassment, anxiety

we’re not out of the tunnel (i bet you though there’s an end) • one-shot

TAGS: angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, confessions, first kiss

CW: alcoholic abuse, emotional abuse, mild gore (blood and injury), domestic violence

*sunglasses for the moonshine • one-shot

SUMMARY: “jumin and v have kissed more times than best friends should. or: 5 times jumin kissed v and the 1 time v kissed him.”

TAGS: 5+1, childhood flashbacks, fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, confessions

CW: implied domestic violence

wine and sunlight • one-shot

SUMMARY: “jumin invited v over to his house to drink wine and catch up. he realizes that his feelings toward his childhood friend are turning into something more.”

TAGS: drinking, first kiss, post-canon fix-it, fluff, gentle kissing

CW: mentions of suicide

*like the sun in the sky • one-shot

SUMMARY: “v encourages jumin to forget about his father and just follow his heart.”

TAGS: childhood flashback, fluff, first kiss, unrequited love, angst

eleven days • one-shot

SUMMARY: “v dies every eleven days and tries to break the cycle.” reset theory, but instead of 707, it’s v.

TAGS: reset theory, angst, death, sharing a bed, fluff, happy ending

sense • one-shot

SUMMARY: “v turns up at c&r to surprise jumin one evening.”

TAGS: prose, fluff, angst, post-secret ending, v survives, established relationship

block out the sun • one-shot

SUMMARY: “because, jumin,” v said with a sweet smile, looking up at the glow around the clouds that had made their way in front of the sun. “the day i go blind will be the day i die.”

TAGS: angst, open ending

CW: v has suicidal thoughts in this fic

*garden • one-shot

SUMMARY: “he has so, so many regrets, and it’s far too late for love.”

TAGS: mutual pining, drunken kisses, confessions, hurt no comfort, angst, regret, sad ending

*awake • one-shot

TAGS: so much fluff, established relationship, cuddling, kisses, they’re soulmates your honor

grateful • one-shot

TAGS: spoilers for secret ending, canon divergence, v survives, reunion, first kiss, happy ending

the wind that carries the rain • one-shot

TAGS: first kiss, kissing in the rain, confessions, hurt/comfort, healing, au where rika is dead

remind me how to forget • one-shot

TAGS: friendship, hurt/comfort, kisses, implied sex but nothing explicit happens in the fic

begonias • one-shot

TAGS: jumin finds out about v’s blindness, angst, hurt no comfort, argument

*terrible things • one-shot

TAGS: angst, one-sided pining, hurt no comfort, background rika/v

something more • one-shot

SUMMARY: “he'd always thought v was beautiful, but seeing him like this, all worry and stress gone from his expression, his chest slowly rising and falling with deep breaths, the sound filling the otherwise silent room, was almost... ethereal.”

TAGS: soft, fluff, domestic bliss, just jumin admiring his husband

sweet dreams • one-shot

TAGS: lying in bed, talking, fluff, nostalgia about childhood

the wedding is tomorrow • one-shot

TAGS: poetry, wedding, happy juminv!!

*ghosts & robots • one-shot

TAGS: mourning, grief, v is dead, angst, read this if you want to cry

sunflowers • one-shot

TAGS: blind v, fluff, established relationship, v being happy

*death’s miracle • one-shot

TAGS: angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, first kiss, canon divergence, reunions, healing, flashbacks

CW: mentions of abuse

*let me tell you a story about love • one-shot

SUMMARY: a story about the morning routines of jumin and jihyun.

TAGS: post-canon, established relationship, domestic bliss, fluff

*words can’t describe it • one-shot

SUMMARY: “v appreciated jumin on a deeper level than just trust and respect. he wasn’t sure if there was a word for it, he just felt...connected to jumin, like an invisible string tethered the two of them and granted each other access into the other’s deepest, darkest, most innermost thoughts.”

TAGS: character study, post-canon, confessions, yearning, rough kissing, porn with feelings

CW: there is some smut in this fic so be warned! (no oral sex, mostly just dry humping lmao??)

winter mornings • one-shot

TAGS: college au, fluff, established relationship, morning routines

#mystic messenger #vumin #juminv #jumin x v #jihyun kim #jumin han #mystic messenger fic recs #vumin fic recs #juminv fic recs #my thoughts #eulaties #eulaties fic recs

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pinkprimrose05 · 3 years ago

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GX Month Day 18: This Wasn't in the Rule Book

@gxmonth

Ao3 Version Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33473653/chapters/83310418

Why yes, it's prompt bending time! Wish this day came a bit later into the month so it was closer to the release date of Duel World ARC-V but, oh well, what can ya do? ...Oops, looks like I spoiled the chapter. Yes, this year's AU prompt also doubles as a celebration of ARC-V coming to Duel Links, and it's probably the one prompt I'm most excited to write because hoo boy I've been waiting for this moment for sooooo long! 8D

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"Manual Reboot Successful. Initiate Sign-Up Process? "

"Initiating Sign-Up Process. Establishing Connection...Please Enter WORLD_ID."

"Response Recorded. Initiating Connection to WORLD_ID SERIES6..."

"..ERROR. Failed to Connect to WORLD_ID SERIES6. Continue Sign-Up Process and Retry?"

"Response Recorded. Continuing Sign-Up Process."

"Response Recorded. Aborting Connection to WORLD_ID SERIES6...Connection Aborted"

"...Sing-Up Process Completed. Initiating Log-In Sequence..."

"ERROR."

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Yuuma sat by the river, waiting for something big to happen.

He knew he wasn't support to be there. Tour Guide hade explicitly told everyone to not get close to the Gate during new world maintenance, but being his curious self, he guiltlessly ignored the warning. Why? Because of the aforementioned new world, of course!

From what he knew about it -which wasn't much, but Juudai-senpai had been rambling about all the different Duelists, Decks and weird game mechanics that they might see for two weeks straight and that sort of gave him a general idea-, this new world thing was a pretty big deal in Duel Links, and with it being so covered up, Yuuma was all too hyped to see what it was like for himself, consequences be damned.

He'd tried world-switching to no avail, as he sebsequently found out that the game wasn't only staggering log-outs, it was also staggering travelling through Duel Worlds for however long he was stuck here. He'd tried asking everyone he knew about it over his D-Gazer too, but that didn't work, and neither did begging a sleepy Kaito to try and hack the game for more info..

..Which led back to him sitting by the river, kicking his legs back and forth as Emperor's Key swayed in the morning breeze, dangling from the string in his hand while he kept waiting, waiting, and waiting some more...

"Yuuma?"

"Eek!" The Xyz Duelist practically jumped five feet into the air upon hearing his name being called, thoughts racing in frantic circles as he turned to see someone approaching...then immediately relaxing when he realized exactly who that someone was.

"Three!"

Michael Arclight smiled, waving gently as he tottered to the river bank and sat down next to Yuuma, who sighed in relief at knowing he wasn't in grave trouble for getting caught near the Gate. The two traded greetings, then settled into silence as they gazed at the horizon, at the clear sky and rising sun of their Duel World's landscape. If it were him, Michael would be content with just staying like that and admiring the view, but the ball of excitement next to him wasn't about to share that sentiment anytime soon.

"Sooooooo..." Yuuma began "What are you gonna do today?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" His friend gave him a puzzled look, and Yuuma made a broad gesture with his arms in response, as if that was supposed to mean something.

"You know, about the, uh, the new world? Are you gonna visit that? Duel people there? I don't know what to expect from it to be honest, it's the first time for us and I'm reeaally excited and also curious and I can't wait to see what will happen...but we can't find out anything before the maintenance ends, and it looks like it's gonna take a while and I'm getting bored so, what are you gonna do?"

Michael hummed thoughtfully, glancing at his Duel Disk "Well, I was thinking of waiting until things settled down before doing anything about all of this. A game this big can get quite unstable with such a huge update, you know? That's why I came here anyway, and..." the pink-haired Duelist blushed faintly "..I may or may not have decided to ignore what Guide-san said about the Gate in the process. Please don't tell anyone I was here?"

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Yuuma said, mimicking a zipper sound as he ran two fingers along his lips for effect "No one will ever know of your super classified one-time incident of breaking the law...not that that law made sense anyway. I mean, COME ON..."

Michael giggled, listening as Yuuma launched into a full-on rant about how meaningless them 'closing' the Gate area was. He wasn't exactly wrong though; if it was about as dangerous as Guide said, surely there would be some obstacle or lock to stop people from getting too close, right? Surely she wouldn't just count on everyone to not be reckless enough to ignore her, right? Unless...

Unless the error she's dealing with here might cause serious backlash if she tried inputting a new command that also interacts with the Gate, in which case-

Any other thought that would have followed that trail instantly vanished when the Gate suddenly exploded with blue light, and in that moment, Michael's world went quiet.

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"Unacceptable! This is unacceptable! I have a fucking job interview in two hours, how am I supposed to get ready in time for that??"

Yuusei sighed, running a hand through his already mussed hair for what was probably the eighth time in thirty minutes. Tour Guide's sudden announcement of an emergency maintenace -one that somehow overlapped with the new world's- had put everyone on edge, even more so after they found out they couldn't log out until it was over. As a result, every single Duelist currently in the 5D's World had gathered at the Deck Editor and unanimously decided to wait out the maintenance period there...but some of them weren't particularly happy about being stuck in the game for however long it took.

Chief of those was Jack, who kept pacing next to the table Team 5D's and co. clustered around, all while throwing several uncharitable insults at Guide, Isono, Kaiba, and basically everyone affliated with the Duel Links staff.

"Why do they have to keep messing up every time they launch one of those new words?? I swear, if I see any of those little-"

Carly instinctively covered her ears when the Resonator Duelist let out a particularly nasty swear, and Crow shot him a miffed glare from behind. Yuusei sighed again, then slowly pushed himself out from his chair to rest a hand on Jack's shoulder.

"Jack, please go get a cup of coffee and cool down." He said in an uncharacteristically pleading, tired tone "We're all stuck here, we all have important things to do, and some of us haven't slept for twenty-six hours. It'd do everyone a lot of good if you stopped yelling at empty air for a while."

Jack crossed his arms and huffed, but forced himself to simmer down regardless.

"...Fine. I'll go get myself some coffee and 'cool down' or whatever, but not because you asked me to, it's because I need some fresh air." And with that, the former King of Duels strode out of the Studio, coat flapping dramatically in a gust of wind before he went completely out of view.

"Good riddance." Crow let his head drop on the table with a low thud, raising a thumbs-up in Yuusei's general direction, and while he normally wouldn't agree with that sentiment, the Synchro Duelist was currently grateful for the calmer atmosphere of the place, now that Jack was gone. He slid back into his chair, hoping to get some shut-eye to compensate for staying up for all of the night before...

"Guys, we have a problem."

...Or not. Yuusei looked up in time to see Bruno -No, stop it, that's Antinomy- dropping in the chair between him and a barely conscious Kiryuu, the computer in his hands flashing with several warning signs overlapping on top of strings of code, which kept appearing and disappearing at a seemingly random pace. This, the noiret decidedly thought, peering intently at the screen, definitely doesn't look good.

"The energy output is spiking around the Gate area and the ones close to it." Antinomy explained to no-one in particular, his usually passive face set in a stressed frown as he clicked away at the keyboard "It appears that whatever issue that caused this emergency maintenance has gone completely out of control, and while we don't know exactly what that means, compressing so much energy in a certain area, no matter how broad..."

"...is bound to make it blow up." Yuusei concluded, eyes widening as his mind caught up with the implication behind that "This means the Duel Studio and everyone in it will be affected if anything happens to the Gate."

Antinomy nodded "Exactly. It could be that someone is trying to log in, and that's why I'm asking you to go and- dammit!" He swore, fingers moving across the keyboard at a far more frantic pace when the computer let out a series of long, loud beeping sound. Yuusei was pretty sure he got whiplash from how fast he turned to see what was going on-

-but before he could register more than the word "ERROR" bolded in blue across the screen, he felt a shock of static, and then...nothing.

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"Automated Reboot Successful. Log-In Sequence...Complete."

"Connecting to WORLD_ID SERIES2...Connection Successful."

"Linking with.."

"..Sakaki Yuuya."

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The first thing he felt when he came to was a gentle breeze tousling his hair, rays of sunshine lighting up his eyelids, and droplets of water spraying his face every couple seconds. It wasn't raining, that much he gathered, which meant that he'd most likely spawned near a fountain or a river, since there was no trace of the salty scent of seawater in the air.

Yuuya opened his eyes. Sure enough, there was a fountain to his left, its marble structure adorned with a ring of green leaves that carried all kinds of colourful flowers, water flowing from it center and from the sides. Pushing himself up, the tomato-haired Duelist looked around, taking in the rest of his current surroundings, and the first thing that caught his attention was a huge, round portal thingy that hovered in the air, with glowing lines of blue circuitry running through its silvery white perimeter.

That must be the Gate, he thought that's how I came here.

A bit further ahead was what seemed to be another portal, but this one was rectangular in shape, unlike the Gate's circle, and it was completely blue as well. Yuuya watched as the portal rotated in place slowly, the other side of it coming into view with the label 'Duel School' appearing on top of it. Curious, he reached out a hand to touch the portal...

...only to pull back immediately when the pixels forming it fizzled and crackled with electricity, shocking him.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!!" Yuuya clutched his stung hand with the other, hissing in pain at the contact before letting go of his hand. He sucked in deep breath then slowly exhaled, wiping the tears that formed at the corners of his eyes before turning away from the Duel School to keep walking (and to will away the sick, fleeting memory the shock had sparked for a moment).

Yeesh, that wasn't a great first interaction... he grimaced, waving his hand in the air in hopes that it would calm the stinging pain down But that doesn't mean I can't find something good if I keep looking. I wonder where all the other Duelists are.

The path he was walking down split into two at the end. Yuuya turned around, chancing one more look at the admittedly beautiful yet strangely desloate area he started in. He chalked its emptiness up to it being quite early in the morning...but then again, it wasn't morning for everyone around the world, so maybe it was just that the area was mainly used as a terminal, which would explain why he was the only one there...

Wait.

He shouldn't be.

Switching his Duel Disk on with a quick swipe (which was an honestly stupid action in hindsight because damn his hand stung hard from that), Yuuya dialed the very first contact on his list, running the hand with the Disk strapped to it through bi-colored bangs and pushing them out of his face as the device rang once, twice, three times. Where was everyone else? He, Yuzu and Gongenzaka had logged in at the same time, and Sora had told them he'll jump in right after, so why was he the only one to come out of the Gate?

*Din-di-di-din, din-ding...Din-di-di-din, din-ding...Din-di-di-din-*

"Hello."

Yuuya blinked, then did a double take at the soft, young voice that came from the other end of the call. That...that wasn't Yuzu. He swallowed.

"..I'm sorry, who am I talking to?"

A few moments passed before the voice replied "My name is Sera. You must not recognize me, but please don't worry, the owner of this device is safe and sound, and if you wish to talk to her, she is here with me."

The line went silent then. Well, almost silent; Yuuya could hear bits of chatter and the sound of someone fiddling with the Duel Disk...before said someone decided to blast his eardrums full-force, like she always did.

"Yuuya! Where the heck are you?!" Yuzu cried out, and he found himself smiling at the familiar loudness "I've been looking for you everywhere!!"

He winced when her voice cracked on the last word, hand running through his hair again as he laughed nervously "Sorry, sorry! I...honestly don't entirely know where I am yet. Thought we'd start at the same place, but I guess we didn't..." He glanced around for any sort of landmark to pinpoint his position, then remembered where he came from at first and settled on that "Um, can you see the Gate? I'm standing close to it."

There was a beat of silence, then an audible sigh. "I see," Sera muttered at length "Sakaki-san, I think you have logged into a different Duel World than the one Hiiragi-san and I are in at the moment..because we're standing right in front of the Gate."

It took a full ten seconds for Yuuya's brain to register that, and when it did, all that came out of his mouth was a drawn-out "Whaaaaaaat??"

"...You skipped the rest of the tutorial, didn't you?" Yuzu's voice carried a hint of amusement and fondness, before assuming a more serious tone "Okay, look. If you check your Duel Disk, you'll find two arrows in a circle at the top left corner. Click that, and you'll get a list of the five different Duel Worlds in the game. Sera said that something happened before we came here that stopped everyone from travelling between those worlds, and apparently there was a sixth world that we were supposed to log into but didn't...anyway, the highlighted name will show you the world you're in. I'm in the fourth one right now..."

Yuuya listened as Yuzu explained what happened to her after logging into the Duel World, following her instructions all the while. A quick check told him that he was in the second world, the one labeled 'Duel World Series 2'. He nodded along his friends' words, and when she finished, he took yet another look at his surroundings.

"Alright, gotcha, I'm in the second world." He said, and it was then that he decided to head left "I guess I'll go take a look around the place, see if I can find out where everyone else is, and wait until we can all switch to the same world. It's great to hear you're alright, Yuzu. Take care!"

"Hey, that's my line!" She quipped in response, and Yuuya could practically hear the playful grin on her face "But seriously, I'm glad to know you're doing fine too. See you later, Yuuya."

And with that, the line went dead. Not even bothering to turn his Disk off, Yuuya broke into a quick jog, humming a cheerful tune to himself and grinning widely as he started rhyming the tune to his steps. Yuzu was fine, she was okay, they'll find each other soon enough and meet up with their friends, and they'll have tons of fun exploring the game, just as they planned.

Yeah, that's the spirit!

He only slowed down when the smooth, metallic path turned into dirt, patches of grass growing randomly in the way and on the sides, as well as a pair of trees and a few stray daisy bushes. A huge structure that felt so very out of place loomed ahead of him, its futuristic design and neon blue lines contrasting sharply with the simple greenery surrounding it, despite only being separated from that by a ring of gray tiles at the end of the dirt path. Upon closer inspection, there appeared to be a floating label above it that spelled out the words "Duel Studio", and a sliding door that opened on its own when Yuuya came close. The Pendulum Duelist stepped through-

"Ack!"

-and promptly crashed into a blur of black, stumbling backwards as a result. Leaning on the now-open door for support, Yuuya nursed his head with his free hand, letting out a small sigh before he looked up to check on whoever it was that he bumped into...and froze when he locked eyes with them.

That shade of gold was...familiar.

Yuuya's eyes widened, and the brunette facing him mirrored the action for a split second, before his shock faded into a passive scowl that clashed with his fluffy, Kuriboh-like hair. Yuuya opened his mouth to say something, he wasn't sure exactly what, but the taller male turned back to the Duel Studio, subtly motioning for him to come along, and whatever it was that he wanted to say went out of the window.

"Follow me." His voice -slow, deep and clear- carried a distinctly authoritative tone as he strode ahead, and after a moment of apprehension, Yuuya found himself trailing behind. The guy looked like he knew where he was going, and didn't exactly seem opposed to talking to him, which meant he could possibly get some answers to the pile of questions building up in his head, and well, weird gut feelings aside, that was actually a good thing.

The two sat at a round, red table in a distant corner, and then just...stared at each other. Yuuya waited for the Kuriboh-haired Duelist -at least, he guessed he was a Duelist, judging by the strange custom model of a Duel Disk on his left arm- to say something, anything, but nothing came out, and he wasn't sure exactly how to start the conversation, so...he kept waiting.

"............"

And waiting.

"............"

And waiting.

"............"

And waiting.

"............"

And then decided that was enough waiting. "Umm...are you even gonna say anything?" Yuuya asked after a full four minutes, half expecting to get no response..

..but the guy actually rolled his eyes at him, like he'd asked a stupid question or something "What are you expecting me to say?"

Huh. Okay, this man was kinda bad at conversing. Yuuya held back a sigh, plastered on a smile instead, and tried again.

"Hmm, how about an introduction? That sounds like a good start." He held out a hand "Nice to meet you, I'm Sakaki Yuuya. And you are..?"

The brunette's stared moved to Yuuya's outstretched hand, then back to his eyes...and then he sighed, holding his own hand to his temples as he mumbled something in a foreign language Yuuya couldn't make out (but assumed was an exasperated statement, based on the tone of what came next).

"Dear Lord, why is it that every single one of them turns out to be a child?"

"Huh?"

"You can see Duel Spirits," He said, pointing at Yuuya. It wasn't even a question, just a factual statement he threw as casually as someone discussing the weather forecast "and you most likely have a special bond with at least one of your cards, that may even go as far as your very soul being bound to it. Is that correct?"

A few moments passed in silence, and then: "How did you-"

"I knew that was the case. Listen to me, Sakaki Yuuya; I do not know the exact extent of your knowledge about the nature of this world, or that of the darkness you possess, but know this-" gold eyes narrowed dangerously, and Yuuya flinched in spite of himself "Duel Links is not just a game. There are greater forces behind the creation of the Duel Worlds, ones that can tamper with your memories and thoughts, even call back beings that were supposed to be gone forever and link different dimensioms. Your status as a Legendary Duelist means you are directly involved in everything that might happen in the new world, so proceed with caution, or prepare to deal with the consequences."

Yuuya reeled back in his chair, face going white. He stared down at his pendulum, gripping its dimly glowing crystal tightly in his hands -had it been doing that for a while? He had no idea. His head was starting to feel light, his throat got all choked up, and he was sure he'd be shaking if not for how tense his muscles were. What- what had he gotten himself into? If he'd known it was more than a game, if he'd known they'd be thrown in the middle of crossfire again-

Deep breaths, Yuuya, deep breaths.. He told himself before he got too lost in thought, inhaling sharply. Calm down, let it out slowly, relax.....yeah, there we go.

"Why are you telling me this?" The teen asked once he was certain his mini-panic attack was over, and he must've been imagining things because he could swear he saw a ghost of a smile on the other's face when he replied.

"In all honesty," he began slowly, the edge to his voice almost completely gone "I have had enough interdimensional conflict to last me a lifetime, and I would really rather not deal with any more of it if I can. I assume you understand where I'm coming from here?"

Yuuya hummed absently, and that seemed to be a satisfying answer to the brown-haired Duelist, who pushed himself out of his seat and turned to leave, but not without allowing himself another final sentence.

"Very well then. For your own sake, as well as everyone you may care about, I hope you're actually smart enough to follow my warning. Until we meet again...or not."

And with that, he walked away, disappearing behind the staircase to the right. As soon as he went out of sight, Yuuya let his head fall down on the table with an unceremonious flump!, making some inchoerent noises when the sound of some lady announcing the end of the 'Maintenance Break' blasted over the intercom above his head, and he became distantly aware of other voices and some footsteps sounding not too far from him.

*tap*

Alright, so he and everyone else have basically jumped into yet another grand scheme that caused conflict across different dimensions, but this time the stakes weren't as clear as in the Interdimensional War.

*tap-tap*

The thought was admittedly daunting, and he was a hundred percent sure no-one he knew would like to go through something like that again..

"Oi."

But on the bright side, it seemed that they weren't the only ones dealing with this sort of thing, which meant they could easily find many allies in the different Duel Worlds...yeah, if they kept an eye out, they should be all right-

"Oi!"

Yuuya's head snapped up when he realized someone was calling out to him, and when he looked up, he was greeted with the smiling face of..

"You again??"

..the same Kuriboh-haired Duelist?

"Sorry, what?"

Yuuya did a double take. Yeah, no, that wasn't him; the eyes were colored soft brown instead of hollow gold, and he was wearing a red jacket instead of a black robe too- Yuuya mentally scolded himself for overlooking the differences (but also found it somewhat funny because, you know, he had to deal with this kind of confusion more than once before).

"Nevermind, I think I confused you for someone else. My bad." He gave the red-jacketed brunette a sheepish grin, gesturing at the empty chair opposite to his, then watching as he placed his also strange custom model of a Duel Disk on the side of the table before sitting down himself, fiddling with the device all the while. Even the way he composed himself was different; this guy felt far more lax and chill compared to the other one, and it made Yuuya relax a bit in turn, the silence that stretched between them feeling more comfortable.

"So, let me guess..." Red Jacket began a bit later, leaning a bit forward with a curious glint in his eyes "You're one of the new kids?"

A small nod "You can say that, I guess. I'm Yuuya, and you?"

"Yuuki Juudai. Pleased to meet you, kiddo- wait, I can call you kiddo, right?"

"Sure, unless you're somehow younger than me, which I doubt because of the..height difference."

Juudai smiled again "Aight, kiddo it is then. I gotta say though, I'm impressed you managed to switch worlds that fast. Took me a whole week to realize that was even a thing."

He laughed, and Yuuya chuckled with him. "Actually.." he said afterwards, rubbing the back of his neck with a small, bashful smile "A friend told me about it, and I couldn't even use it when I first arrived. Something about an error happening with the new world and shutting down the whole game, I think? Yean, that locked out the switch thing for a while, and it stopped everyone from logging out too."

"Woah, for real?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Damn," Juudai slammed a hand down on the table "you sure had one heck of a first day, kiddo. Guide must be freaking out with all of this going on."

Yuuya blinked, confused "Guide?"

"Oh, you don't know her?" The older teen asked, quirking an eyebrow "She's, ah, the Duel Spirit of Tour Guide From the Underworld. Pretty much the one who manages this place, since the actual owner doesn't give a shit about the shenanigans happening around here, and she also runs the Duel School. You can go hit her up if you have any questions about the game; she's a great help for new players."

"A Duel Spirit..." Yuuya echoed quietly, stare moving down to the Deck slot of his Duel Disk. He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at Juudai and asked "So anyone can interact with them here? The spirits, I mean."

"Of course! It's part of the game's charm, y'know?" He answered, throwing a wink at Yuuya before continuing "Being able to hang out with all your monster friends, even if you might not see them in real life..I don't think anyone would pass up on something that cool."

The younger Duelist smiled at that, hand subconsciously touching the top of his Deck, which earned him several happy murmurs and a particularly loud roar as well "Yeah, that does sound pretty cool. I gotta try it sometime later."

"You totally should." Juudai agreed, taking out his own Deck and shuffling through it as he added "In the meantime...would you like a good ol' tabletop Duel? My old-ass relic of a Disk is being particularly laggy today, and I heard you had this cool summon mechanic with the backrow zones- what was it called again? Pendant? Pending?"

"It's Pendulum Summoning." Yuuya clarified, tentatively taking his Deck out of its slot when Juudai did the same "And uh, sure, I can show it to you if you want."

The brunette's smile turned into a wide grin as he whipped out a pair of folded game mats from his pocket and placed them on his and Yuuya's side of the table, putting each of their Decks on the far right before punching a fist in the air "Heck yeah! I'm finally the first to Duel the new kid with the new cards, this is gonna be a lot of fun!"

"Definitely!" He nodded, his own smile widening as he drew his starting hand with a little more flourish than necessary for a tabletop Duel- not that he really cared, what mattered at the moment was that, even if he was going to have to fight again later down the line, he was going to enjoy Dueling to the maximum as long as he could. No use worrying about the future, all he came here to do was have fun, and fun was he going to have.

Watch out, Duel Links, here I come..!

"LET'S DUEL!!"

~~~~~~~

THE END, finally. This, for whatever reason, took me three weeks to finish alongside the other prompts (okay actually Yuuya's POV slipped from me and I barely managed to end it where I did), and I couldn't even make it on time ffs. There goes my plans to deliver all chapters on time...but I at least hope you enjoyed reading. ...Oh yeah, you may have noticed by now that I left some loose ends here and there (like the conclusion of the chapter for the residents of Duel Worlds ZEXAL and 5D's, AKA those poor souls who got a mass reboot error and received no answers as to why), and to that I say...nothing. Yeah, you gotta wait a little while longer to see what happened to them after the reboot. That said, I shall now take my leave and return to the land of Ao3, see y'all on...someday by the end of the month, I guess.

#gxmonth2021 #yugioh gx #yugioh zexal #yugioh 5ds #yugioh arc v #too many characters to tag

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itsevanffs · 4 years ago

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rage, rage?

My,,, war fic, yes. (Hi sorry for the wait)

I, uh, did delete like half of the outline since I posted the original post you probably got this from (and I might start over completely because i’m an idiot) BUT I’ll tell you what’ll stay the same :D ...the age gap (23 years) That’s it. Probably asjdshd

Ok, I’m kidding. It’s a muggle au, war fic, Tom is either a terrorist or a home terrorist (I can’t quite decide yet) and his goal is to go independent from whichever country I decide he’ll be based in (Britain or the USA, nothing else). It’ll probably be based in the past (the 1960s look so good but I’m personally having issues with the pesky thing called the Civil Rights Movement, especially should I base it in America (more playing ground). It’s a big thing and I’m not the right person to describe it, a white person with too much time on his hands and an attention span of ‘it interests me, 3 straight weeks, it doesn’t, 3 straight seconds’ so I might make it earlier? 50s, 40s. I do like the cars.) and a LOT of research will go into it. On the one hand I do sincerely hope that once I’m halfway through it the MI6 or FBI or whoever will start contacting me and demanding what I know because that means I write well, but on the other having to prove that it’s all inference and that I didn’t, in fact, steal army strategy plans or layouts of certain areas would be quite a hassle.

(Yes, it has happened to others.)

...while googling instances, I found that the FBI is willing to help writers accurately portray them, and have been doing so since the 1930s. This is fantastic fucking news, my day has been made, I sincerely hope MI6 extends the same courtesy. Gods, what a gorgeous world we live in. I’m literally ecstatic.

I digress. So, where Tom is a (home) terrorist, Harry is a newbie soldier in the army of whichever country they’re based in. They meet before they both slot in their respective roles, though, and while Harry leaves oblivious, Tom leaves with an enormous crush grudge. This, once they’re both active in their respective factions, this translates into a desire to make Harry Tom’s equal and opposite, so to speak, so Tom arranges it that Harry becomes the Big Power behind the counter-movement to his own so he can defeat him in a spectacular way. Of course, things don’t work out exactly as planned, and they fall in -fairy noises- l o v e. -fairy noises-

As I stated earlier, there are several ways this could play out. I’d say you simply have to sit back and enjoy anything that comes around. I can give you a snippet or two, but no promises that the end result will look anything like this.

Harry steeled his jaw, and Tom, seeing this, pulled back just in time to avoid their heads colliding painfully as Harry threw his head forward. Harry clearly hadn't anticipated him avoiding his attack, so they stayed there for a few, long seconds, harsh breaths intermingling, the smell of mint and blood mixing to something gruesomely sweet in Tom's nose. Tom's eyes wandered over the small dips in Harry's skin where scars criss-crossed over the pale expanse, following a thin white line that reminded the world of the gruesome split lip Harry had carried for weeks after the first time Tom attacked, and down to his mouth.

Then Harry tried again, and Tom only tilted his head this time, so that their lips pressed together clumsily with a bruising force. Instinctively, Tom closed his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose, his hand raising to the back of Harry's head and trapping him in place with a strong grip. The blood rushing in his ears almost drowned out the surprised, protesting noise Harry made. Tom shifted, resting his knee on the chair, next to Harry's thigh, and deepened the kiss, mouthing at Harry's lower lip. Harry opened his mouth, presumably to protest, but Tom simply took advantage of it and traced the sharps of Harry's teeth with his tongue. When Tom finally leaned back, he felt Harry following, and gave in once again, seeing through his eyelashes that Harry's eyes had shut too before their lips reconnected and his mind went blank except for the motions. Harry sighed softly into Tom's mouth and Tom traced the tip of his tongue gently against Harry's in reply. His mouth felt cold against Tom's, and was tinged with a metallic taste that could only be blood.

The fic will be based on two poems: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas, which represents Tom’s side of the story, and Bayonet Charge by Ted Hughes, representing Harry’s side of the story. I’ll include both under the cut. A random fact, while we’re at it: Bayonet Charge is my favourite poem of all times. I adore everything about it.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Bayonet Charge

Suddenly he awoke and was running- raw In raw-seamed hot khaki, his sweat heavy, Stumbling across a field of clods towards a green hedge That dazzled with rifle fire, hearing Bullets smacking the belly out of the air - He lugged a rifle numb as a smashed arm; The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye Sweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest, -

In bewilderment then he almost stopped - In what cold clockwork of the stars and the nations Was he the hand pointing that second? He was running Like a man who has jumped up in the dark and runs Listening between his footfalls for the reason Of his still running, and his foot hung like Statuary in mid-stride. Then the shot-slashed furrows

Threw up a yellow hare that rolled like a flame And crawled in a threshing circle, its mouth wide Open silent, its eyes standing out. He plunged past with his bayonet toward the green hedge, King, honour, human dignity, etcetera Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm To get out of that blue crackling air His terror’s touchy dynamite.

#war fic #tomarry #historical fic #harry potter #fanfic #ask

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crocodilenialledfics · 4 years ago

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You’re all I need (the air I breathe)

One - in which Niall and Stella make a great team

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The love-at-first-sight, falling-too-fast, uni au that will make your heart ache (in a good way)

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Stella followed Veda up the steps of Zayn’s flat, a bag of takeaway in her arms. Was Stella nervous for game night? Maybe. There was a rumor that Niall would come along.

When Veda opened the door, Stella’s breath caught in her throat. Veda gave her a look as they walked in as if to tell her to chill. Stella laughed, shaking her head.

“Stella Bella,” Louis declared, taking the bag from her. “And Veda.”

“Fuck off,” Veda muttered, handing him the bag she had. “We’ve been friends just as long and you still love Stella more than me.”

“Stella is actually nice,” Louis shot back. “And I was hoping she’d be on my team tonight because we’re playing Trivia Pursuit.”

“Right,” Stella laughed, shaking her head as she took her shoes off. “That makes more sense.”

“I was hoping Stella would be on my team,” Zayn announced, emerging from the living room. “I bought that wine you like.”

“Wow,” Stella grinned, eyebrows raising. “Keep the offers coming.”

“I’ll do you laundry for a month!” Veda exclaimed.

“Tempting,” Stella agreed. “I think you can do better than that.”

“Are we picking teams already?” A voice asked from behind her. Stella turned around, surprised that she hadn’t even heard the door open.

“We are,” Louis nodded. “Trying to make Stella decide who she wants. She’s an absolute genius.”

“Z offered her wine, I offered her laundry for a month,” Veda explained. “You have anything to offer?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Niall shook his head, eyes meeting Stella’s. “I am a history major, though.”

“Shit!” Louis exclaimed. “I forgot about that. Stella don’t do it. Please. Niall’s also a genius. Niall pick me, yeah?”

“I want Niall,” Stella decided, her lips spreading into a smile.

“That’s completely unfair,” Veda argued in a petulant way that made Stella shake her head.

It’s possible that it was unfair but as they all settled in various spots around the coffee table, Stella didn’t have it in her to care. Niall was beside her, dangerously close for someone that had a lover in London.

It wasn’t a surprise when Niall and Stella cleaned up. Question after question, until the rest of the lot called it quits on account of being unfair.

The Xbox was pulled out and then Stella had drifted away, sipping wine coolers on the balcony with Veda. It was a wonder they never got sick of each other.

“I texted Heather,” Veda told her, eyes on her phone. “She’s gonna bring Liam and Danielle over. Liven the place up.”

“Great,” Stella muttered.

“Again with this heather stuff?” Veda asked with a laugh.

“She doesn’t like me,” Stella laughed. “And it’s so obvious. Pretty sure she’s in love with you too.”

“It comes from a place of jealously,” Veda explained, sitting up. “Heather’s told me how jealous of you she is.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Veda shrugged, looking over to Stella. “You’re funny, beautiful and incredibly smart and kind. It makes sense if you really think about it.”

“So is Heather,” Stella argued. “And like I’m not jealous of her. I’ve tried to be friendly but she just gives me the cold shoulder. Ignores me.”

“I know,” Veda chuckled, nodding. “I can’t offer any advice. She just needs to get over herself.”

“Did you find out if Niall has a girlfriend?” Stella asked, effectively changing the subject.

Veda sighed, shaking her head, “I have no idea. His Instagram is practically ancient. Hasn’t posted anything in over a year. Louis didn’t know.”

“Fine,” Stella sighed. “I’ll just ask him.”

“The only logical way to solve this problem,” Veda agreed. She finished the last of her drink. “Want another?”

“Sure,” Stella nodded, watching her stand up. “Thanks.”

“Anything for you, Stella Bella,” Veda grinned, ruffling her hair.

Stella laughed, pushing her prodding fingers away. Veda went back in, sliding door slamming behind her. Stella couldn’t bring herself to move from her spot. The sun was setting but it was so warm for the beginning of September. Fall was coming soon, she could tell.

The door opened again a few minutes later and Stella was surprised to see Niall handing her a drink. He had his own beer in his hand when he sat down in the patio chair beside her.

“Thanks,” Stella smiled, looking over at him.

“We make a great team, you know,” Niall told her, holding her gaze.

“I agree,” Stella nodded, pulling her eyes from him and back to the setting sun. She wouldn’t think too much into that.

“Veda’s smoking,” he told her after a second.

“Figures,” Stella chuckled. She looked at Niall for a moment and asked, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he nodded, meeting her eyes.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Niall chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he looked away, “that’s quite literally the million dollar question.”

“Sorry,” Stella murmured, watching the smile fade from his face. “I was just curious. You don’t have to tell me.”

After a long moment, he answered, “yes and no. It’s a bit complicated, t’be honest.”

“Gotcha,” Stella nodded, feeling a twinge in her stomach at that.

“We’re like on a break, I guess,” Niall shrugged. “Dunno. It was my idea. Just...” he trailed off looking over to Stella. “I haven’t really talked to anyone about it.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Stella asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged again, looking away. “Maybe.”

“My longest relationship was on again off again for a year so I don’t know if I’d be of much help in regards to advice,” Stella told him with a chuckle. “But I’m all ears if you want to.”

“We’ve been together for three years,” he told her and that surprised Stella. Her eyes widened almost comically. Niall chuckled, “I know. A long time.”

“I can’t even imagine...” Stella trailed off, not willing to finish her thought. “Wow.”

“That’s exactly it,” Niall nodded. “I’m a completely different person than who I was when we started dating. And we’ve been though a lot but it feels like I’m at a different spot. Like-like I’ve grown faster than her.”

“That’s understandable,” Stella nodded.

“And it’s comfortable, I guess,” Niall shrugged. “Long distance isn’t ideal but I’m willing to do it.”

“What do you mean by comfortable?” Stella asked, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at him. “And you guess?”

Niall chuckled, shaking his head, “I don’t know. It’s- I don’t know if I can put it into words. The firsts are over and it feels like the spark isn’t there. Like there are things that I feel obligated to do or feel.”

“Like you’re obligated to love her?” Stella asked.

“Kind of,” he nodded.

“That sounds tough,” Stella murmured.

“I feel really guilty,” he admitted quietly. “I just find myself thinking about someone else instead of her.”

“Oh,” Stella mumbled, eyes darting over his face. “Maybe you should tell her. Your girlfriend not the... the other girl.”

“Just a tough conversation, yanno,” Niall shook his head. “We agree to talk over the holidays.”

“That’s a long time away,” Stella said, before she could help herself. “A lot could change.”

“A lot could change,” he agreed, looking up at her. “A lot’s already changed, though.”

“What does a break even mean?” Stella asked. “I’m sure you’d hate for a Ross and Rachel fiasco to happen.”

Niall laughed, nodding, “yeah I don’t really know what it means. We just don’t text all day, I guess. Don’t call each other. Some time away. At least, that’s what I take it as.”

“Shouldn’t you have clarified what a break means before you go on a break?” Stella asked, eyebrows raising.

“Shit, Stella, I don’t know,” Niall laughed, rubbing his forehead. “This isn’t exactly a situation I’ve been in before.”

“Well I haven’t been in it either,” Stella shrugged with a laugh. “I’m trying to be helpful.”

“You are being helpful,” he nodded. “More than you know.”

Stella felt her eyes drift back over to him. And she hated to be this person. The one adoring every feature on his face while he talks about his girl at home. It was devastating in one of the worst ways. And to know that someone else was on his mind. Doubly devastating.

Before Stella could tear her eyes away, the sliding glass door opened and Louis poked his head out, “Liam’s here. We’re gonna play FIFA. You in?”

“Yeah,” Niall nodded, looking over his shoulder at Louis. “I’ll be in.”

The door closed and Stella let out a breath, turning away from him. Niall cleared his throat, sitting up, “I’m gonna...”

“Yeah,” Stella nodded, giving him a smile.

“Thanks for your help,” Niall told her. “It means a lot, you know. I don’t know many people besides Louis, and you know he’s not too great in the advice department.”

“I know,” Stella chuckled, nodding.

“If you need any advice...” he stood up. “I’m your guy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Stella nodded with a smile.

Stella watched Niall leave, wondering where she went wrong. She took a gulp of her drink, shaking her head. The door opened once more and she didn’t have to look over to know that it was Veda.

“What the fuck,” Veda laughed, almost breathless. “What happened.”

“He’s got a girlfriend,” Stella told her, head lulling to look at her. “Of three fucking years, V.”

“Shit,” she breathed out. “I’m sorry.”

“He asked me for advice,” Stella continued. “He doesn’t know if he really loves her. He’s apparently been thinking of someone else. Thinks he needs to tell her.”

“That’s just...” Veda trailed off. “I’m sorry.”

“Is there something tattooed on my forehead that says ‘I’m one of the guys’?” Stella asked, incredulously. “First Conner and now Niall. Honestly. This friendzone shit is too much.”

“Conner is not all guys,” Veda argued. “He was objectively an asshole douchebag idiot. Niall is no Conner. I can tell that much.”

“It’s the same thing!” Stella cried, beginning to feel the anger already. She wanted to punch something. She shook her head, “I think I’m gonna go back to the room.”

“Stel,” Veda murmured. “I don’t want to get your hopes up, but why do you think you’re not the person he’s thinking about?”

“Because,” she sighed, exasperated. “I don’t know.”

“It could be you,” Veda urged. “Who does Niall hang out with? Louis? And you?”

Niall said it himself, he didn’t know very many people in Manchester. The thought was ridiculous, though. That Niall couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was absurd.

“Veda don’t get my hopes up,” Stella snapped, looking away from her. “I think I’m gonna go back.”

“Let’s talk about this,” Veda groaned, leaning forward. “If you’re the person he can’t stop thinking about, hanging out with him will make it that much easier for him to break up with his girlfriend.”

“Easier!” Stella echoed with a dry laugh. “You don’t just end a three year long relationship because of the first uni girl you meet.”

“Stay,” Veda urged softly, a hand on her arm. “Have another drink. Kick Louis’s ass in FIFA and see how you feel then.”

The idea was tempting. Stella thought it over as she met Vedas eyes. She could convince her to do anything. Stella swore Veda had magic powers that could change her mind in an instant.

Stella gave in. She found herself on the sofa between Louis and Zayn, controller in hand. Louis was already defeated. Stella thought she psyched Louis out more than anything.

By the time she beat Louis, Heather, Danielle and Liam arrived. She was relieved and dreadful at the same time. Danielle was nice enough, and so was Liam. Heather didn’t even have to say anything and she was on edge.

Stella went to the kitchen, grabbing her third wine cooler of the night when Louis leaned on the counter beside her. “Ya alright?”

“I’m alright,” Stella nodded, meeting his eyes only for a second. She knew she’d give herself away.

“What is it?” Louis urged, straightening up. “Come on,” he nudged her. “Spill.”

“Nothing,” Stella shook her head. “Really.”

“Veda asked me if Niall had a girlfriend and I knew that she wasn’t interested in him which could only mean that you are,” Louis decided, voice quiet.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Please.”

“I just want to tell you that the other day when you left, he wouldn’t stop talking about you,” Louis told her. “Asked me a million and one questions.”

“Louis,” she warned, shaking her head. “I don’t want you to get my hopes up.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’m just saying, though. I’ve heard him talk about Nadia and it was nothing even remotely close to the way he talks about you.”

“Leaving now,” Stella decided, walking toward the living room.

Stella sat down on the floor beside Veda, hoping she didn’t look as grumpy as she felt. Veda gave her a reassuring pat on the knee and a bright smile.

Only when her eyes met Niall’s from across the room did her grumpiness begin to fade. That smile on his face was what she never wanted to get tired of seeing. The softness. It was too much. Stella had to look away.

But then Heather was on the couch beside him and they started talking and Stella felt like she couldn’t look anywhere else. Just eyes on Niall, watching his face. Watching the way he shifted away from her. The way she just didn’t get it.

“You’re staring,” Veda whispered, leaning toward Stella. “And he has a girlfriend, remember?”

“I’m not,” Stella whispered back but she was and she didn’t care that she was. She really wanted to be sitting where heather was. Stella felt the jealousy burn in her belly.

Despite the millions of conversations going on around her, Stella simply didn’t care. It took a while but finally, Niall caught her glance. He rolled his eyes at her and Stella had to smile. And then Niall smiled and she felt the jealously fade.

“What’s so funny?” Heather asked, eyes locked on Stella.

“Nothing,” Stella answered. “Just an inside joke.”

“Care to share?” She asked, a bite to her tone that made Stella’s eyebrows raise.

“Not particularly,” Stella answered, an equally as harsh bite. “Not with you, anyways.”

“Stel,” Veda mumbled quietly.

“She literally made it so awkward,” Stella expressed, exasperated. “Why do you constantly take her side?”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side I’m just...” Veda trailed off, eyes flicking between the two of them. “I don’t want it to be like this where you guys don’t get along.”

Stella shook her head, standing up, “I’m just gonna go.”

“Stella,” Veda sighed.

“I’m just beyond the point in my life where I need to put up with the Heathers of the world,” Stella said, setting her half drank bottle on the table.

“It’s not even that serious,” Heather laughed, looking around the room as if everyone would agree with her.

Stella had one shoe on and was working on the second one when Louis beat her to the door. “You’re not leaving by yourself,” he said.

“I am leaving by myself,” Stella retorted, slipping her other shoe on. She stood up, looking more defeated than she should have. “Let me go, please.”

“I’m going with you,” Veda said from behind her.

“I don’t want you to come with me,” Stella shook her head.

“I don’t care,” Veda shot back. “I’m coming anyways.”

Stella didn’t have it in her argue. She pushed the door open, stepping out into the hallway. Veda was two steps behind her, closing the door.

“Stella, why do you always think I won’t choose you?” Veda asked, voice soft as they got out onto to street.

Goosebumps rose on Stella’s skin as the cool air hit her. She shook her head, eyes glued to the cracks of the concrete, “I don’t know.”

“It’s been 8 years, of course I’m always going to be on your side,” Veda told her, arm slung over her shoulders.

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weclassygirl · 4 years ago

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𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐛𝐢

Pairing: the elder x the vipress (reincarnation!au)

Word count: +1.1k

Warnings: death, besides that none, just yearning

Summary: The Vipress and the Elder live with a curse looming over their heads. Whenever one of them dies in the others arms, the person holding them remembers every bit of their lives, the one dying remembers nothing. They try to find each other in their next lives.

Author’s note: the character V (The Vipress) belongs completely to @the-darklings from her magnificent fic Children Of Ares

NOT RELATED TO THE DULCE PERICULUM SERIES

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The blood on his hands starts falling onto the ground. He can still feel the warmth emanating from her body. He holds her closely, not wanting to lose any last, precious second with her.

Her breaths are slow and uneven. Every little movement makes her wince in pain. She holds onto him, her arm gripping his. Her palm resting on his as he tries to keep the pressure on her wound. Even though he knows that it won't help. It never did.

"It's alright, habibi, it's gonna be alright. Just don't close your eyes yet." he says, her grip on him tightens. Her blood is smeared on her face, she smiles faintly at him.

"We can never escape it, my sun." she coughs blood and he leans closer to her. He can't lose her, they just found each other again. "No matter how hard we try, we can never escape this curse."

His eyes start to gather tears, one is already sliding down onto his cheek and her forehead. Her tears are still slowly flowing. She smiles at him again, she wants him to remember her as she has always been, happy. Happy, cause he granted her that happiness.

"I will find you. Even if it takes years, I will find you." he leans closer and kisses her tenderly. Both of them can taste the saltiness of their tears. She holds up her bloody hand to his face, caressing it gently. "I love you, my sun. Now and in our next lives." her words are quiet, soft, weak. She starts to slip away from this world. The light in her eyes stops burning. Once again the cursed pair separated. He doesn't get to say the same as he feels her hand slip away from his cheek, her other hand losing the grip on his keeping the pressure on her wound. He watches her eyes close as if in slow motion.

He doesn't realize that he starts to scream in agony.

She wakes up with a gasp. Her hand immediately going to her abdomen. She sighs, another nightmare. But is it? It's always the same, that man and her, either she's dying in his arms or the other way around. She always remembers the warmth of his brown eyes, his sun kissed skin, but can never see his full face.

She decides to get out of bed, already wide awake. She hears voices coming from the kitchen, her roommates have also started their day early. She goes to the stove and turns it on to make some coffee for herself.

"V, we're going to the desert later, wanna come?" one of them asks as she pours the dark liquid into the mug.

"The desert? For anything specific, camel riding or something?" she asks. She would love to go see the desert, but also wants to know if they have something planned for that trip.

"I guess, we'll just walk around, maybe find someone that gives those rides." the other roommate says. The three of them sip on their morning coffee, the warmth of Morocco filling up the small kitchen.

"Alright, but if we get lost in the desert I'll kill you." V responds with a tiny smile playing on her lips.

Somehow she feels that this trip will be different, but she can't put a finger on that feeling. The girls get ready to leave for the desert. The drive is not that long before they find themselves in the designated place.

They walk around as they said, taking pictures of the beautiful desert, the camel's seen from afar and themselves. V smiles at her friends as they take a picture of one of them making a snow angel, or rather sand angel.

From afar she can see some tents, she wonders if they have those camel's her friends were talking about. She decides to go into that direction, her friends still goofing around behind her.

Once she steps closer to the tents she sees that they're empty. She thinks of walking back when she hears a faint music playing. It's a soft melody but she can hear the power and longing coming from it. She follows the sound of the person's voice to see a man playing on guitar outside one of the tents.

V tries to step closer as quiet as she can, not wanting to disturb the man. Somehow she knows the melody, the words. In the back of her mind she sees a handsome man holding her close to her as she slips away from the world, she feels his warmth, his touch. She feels happiness and every little lingering kiss they shared, every night filled with passion and every word whispered between them. She can feel her eyes welling up with tears. She steps closer to the man.

His voice is smooth and deep. He still hasn't acknowledged her and before he can reach the chorus of the song she say "Habibi."

The man stops playing, the faint sound of the interrupted melody can still be heard as the man looks up at the woman standing to the side. His eyes go wide, he carefully puts down the guitar on the warm sand, keeping his gaze on her. He doesn't move, he believes that if he does so than she may disappear, that she may not be here, standing by the edge of the tent.

She makes the first move and steps closer, her feet move silently on the sand, the man still doesn't move. She takes him in, his skin still the same sun kissed shade, his eyes have become golden due to the sun shining on them. He studies her expression, but before he can do it fully she throws her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

He immediately wraps his hands around her waist, pulling her even closer, not wanting to let go. "I found you, my sun." she whispers against his skin, her eyes fill up with tears. He chuckles against her, his smile overtakes his whole face.

"It seems as you did, habibi." he says as he pulls away from her and puts a hand on her cheek, delicately caressing it.

She leans in and presses her lips to his. The kiss is slow at first, tender, but soon it grows stronger, as if they both fear of losing the other once again. She wraps her hand around him and puts her hand on his cheek, afraid to let go. They pull away trying to catch their breath, they look into each others eyes and smile widely. They have found each other again. No matter how many times they are separated by death, they always find each other.

If only I'd forget you after one last dance

But you're everywhere, yes you are

In every melody and in every little scar

Habibi, light is burning as I am yearning.

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elsanna-shenanigans · 4 years ago

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February Contest Submission #4: Off-Duty

words: ca. 1800 setting: Star Trek AU (TNG era) lemon: No cw: brief mention of nudity

“Computer, being program Elsa Epsilon Sigma Two Seven”

“Program initiated, enter when ready.”

The large doors of the holodeck opened and Elsa stepped out of the corridor and into a world of her own, a beautiful landscape on a far off alien world. As Elsa closed her eyes, she felt the warmth of a simulated sun bathe her quite pale complexion.

She opened her eyes and took in once more the wonders of her favourite holoprogram. It was a recreation of an alien city she’d studied often. She was currently standing on a hill overlooking said city, a large settlement on the coast of some vast continent.

Elsa saw ships sailing in and out of the city’s vast harbour, the ships floating above the ocean with their sails being powered by sunlight, gliding across the surface of the water. Behind the city, Elsa gazed up at the tall dormant volcano, ominously looking down upon the city like a vengeful god.

As Elsa walked towards a nearby cobbled road, she thought about if she should visit the city this time. She’d been there a few times, but today, she mostly felt like taking in the scenery. Ship duties had taken a lot out of her and as such, she very much preferred to relax.

But before she had a chance to do so, she saw a cart being driven down the road next to her, a wooden cart being pulled by a six-legged reptilian creature covered in bony armour, its driver being a humanoid woman with green bony crests protruding from her forehead.

“Need a lift, stranger?” she asked Elsa, in an accent that Elsa’s translator interpreted as similar to Human Irish.

“Oh uh no thanks,” Elsa replied.

“You sure?” the woman asked. “You look a little tired.”

“I’ve had a long day,” Elsa told her. She felt a bit embarrassed that a hologram of all things was commenting on her rather weary looks. Fortunately, her Vulcan side was being more than enough in preventing Elsa from becoming too irritable.

“Ah fair enough,” the woman accepted. “Well, be seeing you.”

As the woman rode off with her cart, Elsa walked over to a nearby rock and sat upon it, gazing at the city. The azure sky and the rolling waves below her certainly helped ease her tension. The past week had certainly been rough for the Part-Vulcan Starfleet captain.

A large survey of an uncharted star system, a rather unsavoury encounter with a group of Ferengi traders plus the pressures of command had been more than enough to take their toll on her. She knew Kristoff, her first officer, could handle things, but Elsa was the sort of woman who preferred to meticulously co-ordinate and plan everything personally.

However, despite her stress, she knew she could always come here to this program, to step into a piece of ancient history from another world. She could lose herself here, to shed off all her responsibilities and be herself, even if she was going to be going back on duty in another four hours.

Archaeology had always been a great love of hers. The study of cultures long gone, pondering the wonders of the races that came long before humans, Klingons and even Vulcans. With the vast number of ancient civilisations out there, Elsa had quite a number to find herself lost in. It was a helpful distraction for her, not to mention her other hobbies.

But there was one person on the entire ship who Elsa knew helped her more than any hologram ever could.

“I thought I’d find you here,” a voice spoke to her.

Elsa looked over her shoulder, seeing the holodeck door appear again as a certain strawberry blonde Betazoid in a blue uniform walked towards her. At that moment, Elsa forgot about the simulated sun that hung in the sky above her, as her girlfriend was the one whose light and warmth were filling her world.

Anna was the ship’s counsellor aboard the Ahtohallan, a wonderful charming bubbly young officer who’d managed to sweep Elsa off her feet from the moment she first came aboard. She often remembered the rather humourous incident where they first met, here on that very holodeck no less, not long after Elsa took command.

Since this was her first deep-space assignment, Anna had been feeling rather homesick for Betazed and as such had started a program of a festival from her homeworld, one of the many occasions where her people celebrated in the nude. It wasn’t exactly the first choice for Elsa to meet the love of her life, but the memory did remind her that life aboard a starship wasn’t always serious and did have it’s lighter moments.

The freckled redhead partly undid her hair out of its bun and let it flow, sighing in content. Those ginger locks of hers flowed freely in the breeze as if her whole form was being carried on a gust of ethereal wind. Elsa melted at the sight of her girlfriend’s beauty.

“This program is beautiful,” Anna admitted.

“Have I never told you about it before?” Elsa wondered.

“No, I don’t think so,” Anna replied. “You’re always so private about your personal life.”

Chuckling, Elsa smirked at her lover. “Nothing is stopping you from looking anyway.”

“Hey, that’d be a very rude and improper use of my telepathy,” Anna stated, playfully nudging the captain’s shoulder.

Sitting beside Elsa on the rock, Anna sighed as she laid her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Elsa felt a sensation of warmth flow through her, perhaps Anna telepathically sharing her sensation of content with her. Whatever it was, it was definitely helping her stress fade away considerably.

“So… what brings you here then?” Elsa wondered.

“Do I need an excuse to spend time with my girlfriend?” Anna remarked. She chuckled. “I just got off duty and figured you could use some company. I don’t need to use my abilities to know how stressed you’ve been this week. Plus, Kristoff was worried about you.”

Rubbing her temples, Elsa groaned wearily in response, a clear sign of her stress. “Yes… this is the first free moment I’ve had in days.”

Anna leaned closer and kissed Elsa on the cheek, making the blonde blush. “Well… you know that I’m here for you, always. As both counsellor… and your girlfriend.”

It still felt a little odd to Elsa. There wasn’t exactly any rules against ship’s captains dating their officers. Hell, she knew an old academy friend who was actually married to her first officer. But to Elsa, it still felt a little strange unusual. Perhaps it was because she and Anna hadn’t been a couple for very long.

Looking out at the ocean again, Elsa sighed calmly, taking in the quiet moment she and Anna were now sharing. She hadn’t asked for Anna’s presence, but she was all the same very glad that she was here. It was as though Anna was the one element the program had been lacking and now that she was here, it was finally complete.

“So… where exactly is this place?” Anna wondered. “Why do you always find yourself running this program?”

Elsa smiled. “It’s the city of Vetalis on Ezlor V. Approximately 2000 years ago.”

“Vetalis… hmmm, doesn’t ring a bell,” Anna admitted.

Standing up, Elsa gestured to the city. She loved to go on about various historical facts to Anna, having a voice that made the tales of the past come alive. “It’s not exactly well known, but it is a fascinating story. I actually visited the ruins of it when I was younger, though the planet doesn’t exactly look as beautiful as this.”

“Oh?”

Elsa nodded. “Around 1200 years ago, the planet suffered a severe climate shift and this city was destroyed by not only a massive tsunami and earthquake, but it was subsequently buried in volcanic ash and lava when that volcano over there erupted.”

“Hardcore!”

The captain gave her girlfriend a look of confusion.

“Uh, sorry.”

“It’s uhh… alright,” Elsa responded, with a giggle. She walked closer to the side of the hill overlooking the ocean. “It’s truly a miracle that any remnants of this city survived at all. For centuries, Vetalis was actually considered a myth until an Andorian science team found it about forty years ago.”

“So… why do you find yourself coming here?” Anna asked. “You didn’t exactly wander that part of my question.”

Stroking her chin, Elsa pondered the answer. If she was honest, she hadn’t really thought of it. Yes, coming here relaxed her, but in all these years she had never considered why. Self-reflection wasn’t one of her strong points. It was Anna who was the therapist, not herself.

“I guess… I guess it’s because this place has always served as an inspiration for me, ” Elsa theorised. “That no matter what I’m going through in my life, I’ll make it through it and survive.”

“That’s a good outlook on things,” Anna stated. “But I find it odd that you feel that way about a city that got destroyed.”

Elsa laughed. “It is a bit weird I admit… and please, I’d rather this stay just between us.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Anna assured her. “You can always trust me.”

At that moment, Elsa got a delightful idea. Perhaps today… she’d got into the city after all. Especially since Anna was here. Showing her the wonders of ancient Vetalis had been something she had been considering for a while now. She looked over at Anna and grinned.

“Hey, why don’t I show you around the city?” Elsa offered. “I mean, if you’re not too busy.”

Anna chuckled. “Why, I’d love to, Elsa.” She held her hand. “Lead the way.”

Elsa shook her head. “Nuh-uh. We’re going there in style.” She cleared her throat. “Computer, create for us one Zyuranour, docile.”

Next to them on the path, one of the large six-legged creatures that Elsa had seen pulling the cart appeared before them. The beast groaned and Elsa walked over to the animal, stroking it softly. The beast growled back in response, nuzzling her hand.

Her Betazoid lover gulped, looking at the creature’s large bony spikes and clubbed tail. “Uhh… you sure that thing’s friendly?”

“She’s a herbivore don’t worry, ” Elsa assured Anna, “Although I wouldn’t annoy her if I were you. Supposedly, they also had a bad temper.” She climbed onto the creature’s back, holding her hand out to Anna, like some fairytale prince from an old story.

Anna smiled, taking Elsa’s hand and getting onto the creature’s back. She wrapped her arms around Elsa’s waist, the blonde blushing a little as she felt Anna hold her tightly. She had quite a grip, but Elsa loved that feeling, especially when Anna spooned her at night.

“Comfortable?” Elsa asked.

“Very,” Anna said, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek.

Nodding, Elsa petted the creature as it trotted down the path towards the city. Now that she had shown the ancient city to Anna, she wanted nothing more than to share all of its wonders with her.

#elsanna #submission #february 2021 contest #prompt: ancient worlds

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