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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 4 years

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frENEMIES, pt. 3 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Locked in the supply closet together, the pair actually manages to resolve some of their issues but new ones arise when they realize the other side of hate is love and while one is willing to accept to cross the fine line, the other one will run scared.

Warnings: angst, swearing, panic attack, sexual innuendos and talk of sex

Part 1 Part 2

"Just stay with me tonight. Okay?" Grayson takes her hand, gingerly pulling her closer and while he wishes he could ignore the turmoil in her eyes, the hesitation in every inch of distance she closed between them, he can't help but wonder if she'll ever stop hating him.

After the past 24 hours they had, he hoped she would find a way. He just wants a chance, a fighting chance to show her he isn't the idiot, dumb jock she sees him as. He can't exactly deny the playboy accusation, but the rest of it wasn't very fair to him. At least he saw it like that.

"I feel like this is a slippery slope. I stay tonight and we...what? Have sex? Maybe just cuddle? Or talk? Next thing I know, you'll catch feelings and I don't really see how that would be good for either of us." Biting her lower lip, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, not in a violent or sexual way, just as a way to ground herself, to find a footing in the insanity of her actually considering willingly being around the man she hated for years. And her hate wasn't unfounded.

"Don't worry, my sneaky little princess. That's not going to happen. At least not to me, but I can't promise anything on your behalf. I'm quite the charmer, ya know?" Chuckling as she pushed him back with all her might, Grayson lands on the bed with a throaty laugh she found quite pleasant. However, when Grayson told her nothing of the sort would happen, he forgot to mention it's because it's too late, at least for him it is - he already caught feelings.

How this came to be, you may ask? Last time we left these two, love was the last thing on their mind...at least for Y/N.

Well, it all started with a push from a very bald Ethan who decided to lock the frENEMIES in a room.

"Seriously?!" Y/N pounded on the door as she realized she's stuck and the only reason why that happened is because she wanted to make amends with Ethan and Amina. That's what happens when you're trying to be nice.

Ever had a big fight with your best friend and actually have them be right but you just won't admit it? Y/N sure as hell found herself in a lot of trouble with her best friend when Ethan got caught in the crossfire and while she apologized to Ethan, profusely, Amina was just done with her. It hurt when she chose to side against her even before the incident that left her boyfriend without hair. Isn't your best friend supposed to have your back?

Ethan forgave her, or so she thought before he gave her and Grayson a push before locking them up in the supply room on campus and while Y/N pounded on the door, she realized she was doing that all on her own. She figured the ostentatious, loud quarterback would be breaking the door down by now and yet she found no resistance on his behalf...just silence.

Frowning, she turned to the unusually quiet Grayson only to find him in the corner of the room, eyes wide open, heaving.

"Dude, you good?" She really didn't want to come closer and check but when he shook his head no, she felt her heart start pounding. The last thing she needed is him having an asthma attack now, because he might think she didn’t notice, but she saw him hiding the inhaler in his bag after taking a few puffs and while she didn’t understand why he’s ashamed of that, she didn’t say anything. Just as he’s hiding his dyslexia, something she didn’t know about until the dinner they were forced to have and he stared at the menu as if it was in a foreign language before asking his brother in their ridiculous twin language what to order.

"Why? What's happening right now?" Carefully, she approached him because he seemed freaked out as it is and she had no idea how he might react to her in this moment.

"Not a fan...of closed spaces." Managing to explain through a few quick breaths, he had closed his arms around his folded knees and for the first time in forever, she saw Grayson fucking Dolan isn't invincible. She’s become all too aware of that.

"Oh." She let nothing else pass her lips as she sat right before him, chewing her bottom lip with her eyebrows furrowed and her nose crinkled as she pondered what she could do to help him. If a man as big as him freaks out in such a small room, she might not be quite safe. Would he ever hurt her?

"Why is football so important to you?" And that's when she spoke up, this time with a question she hoped would help keep his mind occupied, derailing the possible panic attack he seems to be facing. She knew all about panic attacks for they've tormented her since she was eighteen. She knew he feels vulnerable and terrified and she wanted to give him a chance to talk about what he loves, is confident in and is also passionately involved in. It’s not something she talks about, just as he doesn’t talk about his asthma and dyslexia.

"Huh?" Grayson looks at her, his lips quivering, his chest hurting and his heart hammering against his cheat and he couldn't believe he was breaking in front of the girl that hates him more than anyone ever has and he could already see her using this against him.

"Tell me. I want to understand." But there is no malice in her voice and the way she looks at him is...merciful. She's never been this nice to him and for a moment, he can't help but wonder why. Why would she care?

"Please." The softness in her tone is enough to make him trust her. Maybe it's because he wanted to trust her with all his heart regardless, but he found himself speaking to her about what he never talked about to any girl...only to very few people in his life that mostly included his family.

"My dad. It was sort of our thing. He was the most supportive...It....Playing football makes me feel closer to him. I guess I just want to make him proud. Besides, I love the attention. I do. I love when they cheer for me, when they pat me on the back after a win and most of all, I love how powerful I feel on the field." Rubbing his chin absentmindedly, he flashed her a smile, the cocky one she usually saw on his face and it lifted a weight off her chest she felt ever since she saw the great quarterback cradling himself in a state of sheer panic.

It almost breaks her heart to see him that way, because having your mind and body betray you like that is an indescribable feeling to know you can't trust yourself anymore. Despite all the voices in he read screaming at her not to, she reaches out, placing her hand over his so tenderly he thought he imagined her touch.

"Awe, you actually care!" Grayson cooed teasingly and she rolls her eyes, scooting away from him a little, taking her hand with her.

"Bite me, quarterback." And while they were definitely having a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he could use this time to learn why she really hates him.

"Ooh, kinky! Where?" Winking at her, Grayson purses his lips and her exasperation is evident but he can't let her leave without at least some truth being revealed.

"So, I have a question." He says with a small smile and she raises an eyebrow at him, her left eye narrowing ever so slightly at him.

"I don't care." Sassing back, she turns her body away from him, trying to hide from his over-analyzing stare. His eyes, the way he looks at her always makes her feel naked. It's intense and it's unveiling and frustration and she didn't want any of it right now. She’s always had trouble with emotional connections and anyone getting too close made her nervous and Grayson particularly made her want to run away screaming.

"You asked one question, I get to ask one too. So...why do you hate me? I mean, I can't even understand what I did to you that's so bad...except for the eyebrows sophomore year BUT it was an accident and I apologized to you at least a hundred times." Looking over at him, her glare is clearly showing his jokes are not entertaining and she's had enough but if it means he'll shut up, she'll tell him.

"You stole my first kiss without even asking me the first time we met." She states through gritted teeth and the horror and confusion on his face is baffling to her. "Don't pretend otherwise. We were talking and I actually liked you before you thought it would be okay to just kiss me out of the blue before running off to puke in the bathroom."

"I SWEAR I", he was going to say he doesn't remember but it all sounded too familiar and he...well, he thought he dreamt that.

"Oh, God! I'm sorry! I was drunk off my ass that night and it was the first and last time I got drunk. I swear I thought I dreamed it. I really am an asshole." Running his hands through his luscious locks, Grayson hid his face as he wondered how the fuck did he forget about kissing Y/N fucking Y/L/N.

"Then there's the time you told Mike I was a snake and to stay away from me." She continues but he was shocked there's more than one reason and while he does remember doing this, she took it out of context.

"You got that all wrong. Mike was bragging around, saying he banged you and I was telling him he's a snake and I'd break his jaw if he keeps talking shit about you. He wasn't the guy for you. He just wasn't and I'm not sorry for that. I just wish you talked to me before assuming the worst of me." Leaning back against the wall, Grayson held her gaze fiercely. This was no time for weakness, he had to be brave and face her and make things better. It's been years and he...well, he's always had a thing for her.

One night stands were fun, but no girl ever challenged him nor intrigued him like her. She was so unapologetically herself, so beautiful even without trying and her mind works in such interesting ways that he was always in awe of her opinions, of her writing, of the way she sees the world.

"Alright...then how about when you conditioned the university to take Ethan on a full football scholarship or you wouldn't be going here? Did you ever wonder who you cost their lifelong dream? Because I know the guy who lost his spot and now he works at a gas station. And he deserved a lot better."

That was unexpected to say the least. If he were completely honest, it never crossed his mind someone might get cut when he insisted Ethan be accepted with him. Mostly because it was the only way for them to stay together and to be close to their dad in his final years.

"I didn't. I didn't think, I just felt. And it was wrong. I know that. But it also gave me and my brother a few more years with our dad and I'm sorry your friend got screwed over but I can't be sorry about why I did it. Just that I did it." Swallowing thickly, he watched her nibble on the lower left corner of her lips, her eyes falling to the ground and he could see the wheels in her head turning. She's overthinking, probably conflicted with what he told her and while it's not right, he knows she understands it.

"There were a bunch of pranks there as well, but these were the major reasons." She finishes, her eyes still fixed on the floor, unblinking and with a deep breath, Grayson moved closer to her.

"I'm really fucking sorry for hurting you, but I never meant to do any of those things. I just want to be your friend."

Chuckling, she finally blinks and looks up at him with more light in her eyes than he ever saw her looks at anyone but Amina with.

"Riight."

"I won't lie, I'm attracted to you, but I'd settle for friendship for now." Risking it, he places a hand on her back, craning his neck so he'd be in her line of sight for she turned her head away from him as soon as he started speaking, but she didn't fight his touch and that was encouraging enough.

"How about we make a little bet? Start this friendship right? Like...come to my next game and if we win, I get to ask anything of you. If we lose, you can ask me never to talk to you and I'll oblige. Is that good?" Expecting her to refuse, drowning in all the things he wants to tell her but he can't not yet.

He can't tell her he saw how her style evolved from wearing all black to actually having a colorful wardrobe. He saw the ring she ways wears on her right index finger and how she twirls it nervously before every exam or how she hates high heels but would still wear them to parties only to take them off an hour in. He saw how she struggled with her back in the second semester of freshman year, right after she fell on ice on the first day after the holidays. He knows she can't take a compliment but appreciates them, how she gets so involved with every book she reads that she makes the most beautiful faces when something interesting happens - she laughs, she cries, she loves the characters and after every book, it takes her a few days to remind herself it's all fictional, to say goodbye before finding a new book to obsess about. He also knows she has a waterfall as the background on her phone and that she wants nothing more than to visit Bali and Australia. He knows so much, yet so little and a from just observing her when she thought no one cared.

Grayson cared and he still does. He can't imagine a day he doesn't.

"Sure. Why not."

And as she agreed, the door opened and there was nothing better than the fresh air in their lungs after being stuck in there for what felt like forever.

However, Grayson won that game the next day and Y/N found herself actually cheering him on from the stands. It was definitely a new experience, but she didn't care. She didn't want to hate him anymore. It's exhausting to hate a guy who seems to be so painfully human that it's inspiring. There's nothing wrong in being human, in making mistakes and she decided to let go of his. As hard as it is, she had to. She couldn’t hate him forever, not when she knew his reasons and when she knows her friend had other choices and he gambled them all on his own.

"You really asked me to come to your room like that's not weird at all." She folds her arms over her chest and she can't help but be surprised with how tidy it is or the smell of wildflowers that fills her nostrils, she actually never imagined this is how his room would be. And she definitely didn't expect a keyboard in his room. He was full of surprises, the good kind.

"Seriously, what exactly am I doing here, quarterback? Expecting to get lucky?" She couldn't shake it though, that annoying feeling it was more than she could imagine. The way he is around her is just...disarming and equally alarming. She can't get too close. She just can't love him. Grayson Dolan is a womanizer and she'd be damned if she gives a man like him her heart.

She’s never loved anyone and she didn’t want her first love to be a guaranteed heartbreak. She wasn’t a part of the hookup culture, she didn’t know how to function in that world and she refused to learn. And while Grayson might have good intentions, he’d be onto the next one in the month. It’s all fun and games when they’re just flirting and annoying each other, but to actually involve her heart? It terrified her, pushed her body on an invisible ledge she didn’t want to jump from.

"Do you really think I brought you here for sex? I mean...I don't want to be presumptuous, but why would you come here if you think that's the reason why? Do you want to have sex?" Sitting up with the notion that this is a more serious conversation, Grayson quickly took a look at her and she was fidgeting, nervous as if...as if she never had sex.

"No. I just...I don't know, I'm not exactly the type that does this." Raising both his eyebrows, he realized he is right. His little devil is actually an angel. A fallen angel like Lucifer, but an angel nonetheless.

"I didn't bring you here for sex. I just wanted us to talk and...actually sleep next to each other. I can sleep on the floor if you want me to." As sweet as it is, she still couldn't relax. A man like him didn't seem quite content with nothing happening and she...well, she never slept next to a man before let alone more.

Overthinking took over and she found it harder and harder to breathe as her heart picked up speed and the possible outcomes of this night started to freak her out to the point of losing focus, losing touch with reality. The world felt like it moved too fast, her brain couldn’t fully comprehend anything around her. She found herself back in the black pit where a panic attack was preying on her like vultures pray on those lost in the desert.

"Y/N...are you...are you scared of me?" His voice breaks as reality sets in and he can tell she's shivering, her arms wrapped around her as she glances at the door every few seconds. But he had no expectations of that night but a long talk and getting to know her better. He just wanted to show her who he is, but she didn't seem to believe that.

"Look, I'm not like you. I didn't sleep around. I had my first kiss in college with you and I tried dating a few guys after who somehow all ghosted me once they started hanging with you and I'm guessing they were a versions of Mike so thank you, but I never had sex, I've never even held hands with a boy before! I can't do this. I just can't." And before he had a chance to react, she was gone. His beautiful mischievous girl ran from him and this time it wasn't because she hated him, but because she realized she might actually care for him.

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PART 4

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lokishornns · 5 years

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Drunk Confessions

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pairing: loki x reader (fem)

type: oneshot, fluff

rating: pg13

word count: 1,470

warnings: alcohol, partying, cursing

notes: ok why did i write this? no fucking clue but i hate it!! here u go!!

request: anonymous — “Could you do one for Loki where you are either drunk, or out of it for some reason, where you let it slip how you've always thought loki was the hot brother, and how much you have a major crush on him. And because you're so out of it you dont realize you are actually telling Loki, and maybe some other members of the team, that secret.”

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The Avengers were notorious for their celebrations. Parties didn’t happen very often, but when they did, usually someone almost gets killed. Tonight was going to be another one of those nights, and to say the least, the team was thrilled.

“I don’t get it. He had just been hanging out with you last week and now he ignores you? Sounds like a hormonal teenage boy,” Natasha grumbles, watching as you get ready for the night.

“I know, it’s weird. Maybe he’s going through stuff. I sent him a message today asking if he was going to be at the party and I got left on read,” you snorted, brushing over your face with a powder brush. “Any men for you? It’s been so long since we’ve had girl talk.”

“Men are not worth my time,” Natasha says far too quickly and your head whips around, a knowing smile growing on your lips.

“That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one. Who is he? Where did you meet? Is he cute? He better be,” you bombard her with questions, ignoring her death stare. She rolled her eyes and laid back on your bed, a pillow trapped in her arms.

“It’s repulsive that you know me so well. I’m the best spy in the world and you’re able to see through me so easily,” she huffs and you just smirk, knowing her tactic to avoid the topic would fail.

“Spill or I tell Clint where your tattoo is,” you threaten, smiling deviously as she sits up and looks at you with wide eyes and an open jaw.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she says, her eyes narrowing.

“Oh, don’t test me. Remember Rome?” you laugh as you watch her shudder at the reminder. Let’s just say that the events that took place that night were quite ball busting.

“Fine, fine. It’s Loki. I’ve come to steal your man,” she says and you glare at her.

“Not funny,” you say, picking up your phone to dial Clint, making sure she sees the screen. You’re just about to hit the call button when Natasha yelps, snatching your phone out of your hand, making you stare in shock.

“It’s the guy from the bookstore,” she mumbles and you almost miss the garbled words. Your mouth falls open in surprise.

“No fucking way. That’s why you kept going back there? Oh, how could I have missed that?” you shrieked, standing up from your makeup vanity to walk over to your closet. “I didn’t know you were into the nerdy boys,” you confess, smiling as her face flushes a deep shade of red. She holds up a middle finger and you gasp dramatically. “Help me out here, I don’t know what to wear,” you call to her as you flipped through your hangers.

You hear her groan as she stands up from the bed, silently treading to your closet. She pushes past you, her hands grabbing the hangers and flipping through them. Occasionally she pulls out dresses to hold them up to you before throwing them back on the floor of the closet.

“Hey, I liked that one!” you call, frowning at the dress she tossed to the floor.

“Exactly, I’ve seen it way too many times. You also look like you’re going to church in it. We need to find something sexy. Something that says ‘fuck me’,” Natasha says and you roll your eyes.

“So you’re going to dress me up as a prostitute?” you scoff sarcastically.

“See, there’s the enthusiasm we need,” she shoots you a taunting smile. She turns her attention back to the clothes, humming in excitement once finding something. She pulls out the green dress from the back and you immediately shake your head.

“No way. That was hidden for a reason. It was a gag gift for Secret Santa last year from Clint and his wife,” you shake your head, backing up from the closet.

“A little cliché with the colors, but it’ll do. I’ll be wearing something similar, anyways,” Natasha shoves the dress at you and you snatch the hanger, inspecting the dress.

You consider your option. It was a long-sleeved tight black and forest green dress and would most definitely draw far too much attention to yourself. But, what the hell? You were young and life was short. Why not show Loki what he’s missing? Maybe he’ll see how good your ass looks in that dress and come running back.

“Natasha, slow your ass down,” you called out to your best friend as she weaved through the crowds of the party. The music was blaring, drowning out the need for conversation and only making room for dancing. You groan, losing sight of the shorter redhead and turning towards the bar as your only savior.

You stride up to the bar the best you can in the higher heels that Natasha had loaned you. You leaned on the counter, smiling when you saw Bruce handling the drinks. You ordered something hard, laughing when Bruce raised his eyebrows.

“Are you heartbroken or something?” Bruce asks and you smile softly.

“No, thankfully not,” you sigh, grabbing the shot of tequila before throwing it down in one go. You shut your eyes, shaking away the sensation of the alcohol as it falls into your stomach. You wave for another shot, ignoring the concerned look Bruce sends you as you down another bit of the biting alcohol.

Soon enough, empty shot glasses surround you, and a group had formed around you, cheering you on as you threw yet another shot down. With each shot, it became easier and easier to down the alcohol without a second thought. Your vision was so blurry that at this point, you weren’t sure if you were even downing Tequila anymore. Your legs were clumsy, continuously stumbling over themselves. At the very best, you had one functioning brain cell.

“Y/N?” a questioning voice sounded through the crowd and you didn’t know if it was your imagination or not. You turned your head far too fast for your brain to catch up, almost falling face flat onto the floor. “Love, what are you doing?”

“Natasha,” you cheered with a slurred voice, placing the unknown voice as your best friend. You wrapped your arms around her, frowning whenever Natasha turned out to be bigger than expected. “Woah, Natasha, you grew.”

“Seriously? Is my voice that feminine?” You hummed, not comprehending the question. You only twirled around, giggling when you landed in Natasha’s large set of arms. “Love, it’s Loki. You have drunk far too much,” Natasha says, and you gasp.

“Loki! I know him. He’s so cool,” you mumble, not realizing that Natasha was leading you away from the bar. “Actually, he’s more than cool. He’s so pretty. Like, just beautiful. Oh, and he’s smart, especially his humor. I like him,” you babble with a childlike voice, and you frown once feeling Natasha freeze.

“Darling, you’re speaking nonsense,” Natasha chides, and you laugh at her word choice.

“Loki calls me Darling. But he’s ignoring me for some reason, I’m not sure why,” you clarify, your voice coming out much more slurred than expected. “We’ve talked about him before, I’m sure. I like him so much.”

Natasha begins to move, guiding you towards an elevator. You sigh in appreciation as your world doesn’t spin as badly in the elevator as it did in the crowded room. You rest your head against Natasha’s frame, closing your eyes to prevent the blinding fluorescent lighting.

“I don’t know if he likes me back. Maybe his ‘ignoring’ is a sign,” you grumble wistfully – or as wistful as you can get while drunk.

“I’m sure he reciprocates your feelings,” Natasha reassures, pulling you away from her as the elevator signals its arrival on a floor. You yelp in glee as you feel yourself being lifted, cradled in Natasha’s unusually large arms.

“When did you get so big?” you ask, prying your eyes open to look at the muscular arms.

“I drank a protein shake,” Natasha joked, and you cackled loudly, your eyes beginning to fall shut with exhaustion. You snort once Natasha opens your door, placing you gently on your bed.

“Goodnight Natty Batty,” you hum, snuggling further into your comforter.

“Goodnight, Love,” Natasha whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Loki closes your door softly behind him after taking off your heels, his heart beating out of his chest. He presses his back to the wall, closing his eyes tightly. His brain was screeching with the information you had just given him, pounding mercilessly against his skull. You like him. You had been drunk, but you said you liked him. Maybe you had mistaken him for Natasha, but you confessed that you like the god. Loki walked down the hallway, a smile pushing through his normally stony façade.

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elijah-hwcng · 5 years

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𝒾'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ｃｌｅａｒｅｒ/𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝓂𝓎 𝐻𝒜𝒩𝒟𝒮 ɴᴏᴡ

╰ ☀ ✧ ˖ jeon jungkook. cismale. he/him ‖ 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥 (ɪᴛ ɪꜱ) ‖ have you seen elijah hwang at the beach recently? i remember them being so free-spirited, but they seemed a little neglectful today. it must be tough going through such hard times at only 22. even then, they still remind me of aerosol paint, over-sized hoodies, lipsticks stains on coffee mugs, and open upright pianos.

basics

name: elijah hwang

nicknames: ellie, lijah, el

age: 22

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: he prefers not to label it, but pansexual and demiromantic is probably the best description

tldr

he’s a sweet boy, doesn’t hurt people’s feelings intentionally, but he’s a little flirty, a bit of a heartbreaker. he’s great at turning on the charm but gets flustered very easily when it’s turned back on him.

has a twin brother, daniel. his bio (and their family background!) can be found here

growing up in the shadow of his twin, elijah often acts out rebelliously for attention (and maybe just to spite his perfect police officer brother a little bit)

despite that, he does care very deeply for daniel - after all, they came from the same egg or whatever - and isn’t great at expressing it, but daniel is probably the most important person in his life

tw: drug abuse, gang violence, death

got involved with the wrong crowd shortly after high school - the whole gang, drugs, ‘bad guy, duh’ kinda shebang. he was with this gang for years, getting quite the reputation and a lot of illegal money, tangled with the wrong kind of people and relationships

he traveled a lot, but when he heard daniel and his boyfriend had been jumped, it was a little too coincidental with the gang initiation he knew was happening in the same area - the very initiation he, himself, had approved of

he has never told daniel that he feels responsible for justin’s passing, but he was so filled with guilt that he has since left the gang, lost all his assets, and now works as a stripper to pay off his debts. he has never told daniel about the gang, but he says the debts are from drugs - which isn’t a total lie

(also he’s in a band and plays the keyboard)

bio

alright buckle up lads here comes the details

like i said, family history can be found in daniel’s bio (bc i’m lazy) but - since daniel was obviously their mother, stephanie’s, favourite, elijah often felt inferior and would act out for attention. i’m talking graffiti, being noisy in class, the whole shebang

his other mother, michelle, was obviously his favourite. equally doting to both her sons, elijah adores her and was often glued to her side as a kid. the only time he would obey the rules was when she asked him to listen - if stephanie asked, he would only rebel further

growing up, he and daniel were quite close, even if he did resent his brother for being - well - perfect - but how could he begrudge him for being successful?

elijah didn’t work hard in school - it wasn’t that he couldn’t get good grades, but more that he chose not to, getting grades only good enough that he could stay on the cheerleading squad

NOW LET’S LAY DOWN THE LAW. my mans might be cismale, but he LOVES pretty things. skirts, red lipstick, DANGLY EARRINGS? fam u got it. he loves that pretty shit. cheerleading squad made him wear pants for competitions n stuff but by senior year you know my boy is strutting the hallways in that little cheerleader skirt and pretty pink lipstick. call him a girl tho? he’ll punch u. or his twin will punch u. he’s a boy, thank you very much, and he doesn’t see why boys can’t enjoy pretty skirts and make up too without having to identify as a different gender.

he loves music and art - can play many instruments, and has played the piano since he was little. music and visual arts were the only subjects in school that he excelled in because he enjoyed it so much. he wanted to go to college and study them further, but his grades just weren’t high enough

so, fresh out of high school and not really knowing what to do with his life, elijah could see his brother figuring things out and heading off to the police academy while he... still didn’t know what to do

tw: drug abuse, gang violence, death

had a party phase, hitting up every club he could with his fake ID. it was only inevitable that soon enough he’d get into drugs and - well - with drugs and beautiful men and women, it wasn’t long before elijah found himself involved in a gang with heart eyes for a woman named melanie who showed him the ropes

his role was pretty standard - using his looks and charisma, he quickly became one of their best drug dealers, did a great job swindling thousands of dollars out of other gang leaders and sugar daddies and mommies alike

elijah wasn’t big in the violence side of things, more on the deception and drugs side of it, but he knew that the gang he was in had a lot of that going on. melanie assured him he wouldn’t have to ever kill anyone and she kept to that - although whether or not she did something like that wasn’t something he ever knew. the two of them traveled a lot together with the money he’d gain from their deals, and while they were never exclusive, it was potentially the closest thing to a real relationship he’d ever had

he was in italy when he got the news from daniel, and the timing was too coincidental with the report he’d received from the newest members of the gang. melanie told him he was overreacting - “that’s life, baby boy. your brother is just fine.” - and, seeing her so flippant about it, barely caring that his own brother had been attacked, it finally clicked that his rebellious thing had gone too far, and that this life wasn’t the one for him.

elijah took the first plane back to new york because he knew daniel needed him. the guilt was driving him insane - he knew it was his fault

cradling his broken brother to his chest, elijah made a vow to himself that he could never indirectly cause this to anybody else, but more importantly, that daniel could never, ever find out his involvement with the gang that took so much from him

for the sake of his brother, who he loves so much despite his struggles to show it, he decided to drop the gang, drop the drugs, and do his best to turn it all around

falling for melanie was both a blessing and a curse - if he hadn’t fallen, he probably wouldn’t have been so heavily involved in the gang, but because she had a soft spot for him, she managed to pull some strings and let him leave the gang alive

it cost him all of the illegal fortune he’d made over the years, however, and plunged him into a heavy debt to melanie, which is now why....

𝒴𝒜 𝐵𝒪𝐼 𝐼𝒮 𝐼𝒩 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒯𝑅𝐼𝒫𝒫𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒬𝒰𝒜𝒟

since college still wasn’t an option, and now he had experience with using his looks and charisma to swindle money, elijah figured stripping wasn’t all too different

he knows his twin would give him the money if he told him he was in debt and in need of it, but to tell him, he’d have to admit of all the illegal activity he’d been involved in and admit to his role in justin’s passing - not to mention he knows daniel would have to throw him in jail if he knew that he’d been doing more a lot more than just drug dealing

instead, he tells his brother he strips because it’s fun and to get enough money to do an entrance exam and try out the whole college thing one day and that he has a slight debt from the drugs but he’s “almost done paying it”

as well as this, elijah is the keyboardist in the band killer nuns, and is happy to at least still be doing music

he still likes to wear pretty things, although he tends to prefer jeans these days, but will still wear pretty crop tops, dangly jewelery, and make up. if he feels like dressing up, out comes the silky skirts and dresses!

(and he still graffitis his art all over buildings illegally, but he knows his twin will bail him out every time)

wanted connections

first of all, if you made it this far, congrats! let’s get to business B)

roommate; ya boy is ,, broke . he can’t always meet the rent but he doesn’t mind paying your character back in less conventional ways. he would ask his twin for money, but he doesn’t want daniel to know he’s struggling financially (taken: isaac lee)

good influence; your character knows elijah is only rebellious because he feels attention-starved - with patience and affirmation, they remind him of his favourite mother and can often convince him to tone things down

partner-in-crime; this person is a free spirit, and the two of them get into all kinds of mischief, whether it’s spray painting a building or dabbling in those drugs he decided to leave behind (taken: isaac lee) (but -- would be open to ONE more partner in crime if u rly liked the sound of it uwu)

regular client; your character knows elijah is only flirty for the money, yet finds themselves coming back every time for another taste

tutor; look... my mans out here tryna get into college. he won’t admit it but he wants to make his brother proud. help a brutha out. tutor him so he doesn’t fail his entrance exams. pls. (taken: yeri song)

gym buddy; lmao a stripper gotta stay in shape somehow man

dress up buddy/platonic wifey; note: this is a connection specifically for a female character! there is ZERO sexual desire here despite the constant “when we’re 30, we’re gonna get married and make some babies” jokes and ocassional ass-grabbing. they’re comfortable af w each other. she helps him with his make up and they go shopping together and give each other cute little fashion shows in their new pretty clothes. she’s affectionately named ‘wifey’ in his contacts list and it’s not uncommon for elijah to give her a chaste kiss in greeting and say ‘honey, i’m home’. they’ve probaly considered hooking up before but figured things would be weird and that they’re better off as friends.

hook-ups; he’s demiromantic, so he’s not gonna get a crush easily, but he likes sex and he likes pretty people so . have at him ;)

#bio #tsunamintro

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kyanmaaaa · 5 years

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i told my bro abt this dream and hes just like why are your dreams so dark (so like, tw for this one)

but honestly i didnt really consider this dark it was oddly beautiful if scary. im going to fill in parts with what i think could have happened there but im also not going to include the details for what the room looked like in every scene besides whats neccassary, cause this was so vivid i could try to describe to you what each PERSON looked like and people usually dont even have faces in my dreams!

its still long so heres a read more

beginning of the dream im walking home at dusk and im coming from a direction i almost nvr walk, except for when its halloween. so it may have been halloween in my dream, the sunset is a beautiful BRIGHT orange and its on the side of my house rather than behind like it usually is but thats a minor detail.

cause around the house behind mine theres a very strange cloud formation, much lower than i usually see clouds and its not foggy but its just, theres clouds wrapped around the house except for the front and the wall just goes up and up and up to the top and slightly past the house. paired with the sunset i think thats really beautiful so i take some pics with my phone and go closer just to see how close i can get before the clouds disappear and then i’ll go home

i didnt get to go home, the clouds wrapped fully around the house and a strong, something, stopped me from leaving. also there was like an evil to/riel so she mighta been the one doing that

next part of the dream kinda jumps around so ill have to infer some parts but essentially the house changes from the building ive seen there for you know, my entire life, to a small dark wooden mansion. also muffet is there and guess what she ALSO sucks. and then theres this bitch blond haired human pony tail man and hes dumb and i dont like him. im not allowed to leave and im kinda enslaved i guess (my bro called me a prisoner with a job when i told him and it was stupid funny). muffets off on a job after i get settled in there and i dont know what happens to make me so submissive considering the next part of the dream focuses on another servant but whatever they did was REALLY REALLY BAD cause at every point after this im terrified of fucking up and ive pretty much given up on getting out.

this next part was more of a flashback sequance that happened later but for ease of reading im going to add it here instead. first other servant i meet is a beautiful large green shiny beetle man, seriously hes gorgeous and so well spoken and kind. when he was brought into the house he was introduced as just a regular human man, still as beautiful as ever tho, was hired to play piano for a party. as hes fiddling away with the keys though if you looked around you could see bright shiny green and gold strings just, laying flat against the wall, piano, his suit, etc. turns out those were his beetle wings but stretched out and distorted and at this point hes discovered cause to the untrained eye those look like decorations, but its how his kind disguises themselves. cause he can change his entire appearance except for his wings, so they have to try and hide their wings in the environment around them.

they didnt like him lying but it was calm at first. muffet invites him to a small welcoming dinner, just for a chat. they share a platter of food on one plate, partly meat, but most of whats facing him is just a lot of rice packed into a line. he slowly pecks away at that as he carries a polite conversation with muffet, but nvr touches the other side of the food. after hes abt halfway through it she asks “Why aren’t you trying the other food deary?” and he responds “I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to Miss.” and has a bite.

after whatevers in that food kicks in he keels over in pain and she makes it very clear how things go in this house. he listens, he does not act without being told to, and if he ever tries to pull a stunt like that again he’ll be dead. “Am I clear deary?”

since he was there before i was some times passed since that happened. hes currently being punished by mr asshole blond ponytail man and his punishment is all of his meals are very plain. just rice and unseasoned meat. the chef clearly put effort into each platter tho as theyve been shaped into increasingly elaborate shapes the longer the punishment lasts. im not quite sure why this is a punishment? maybe beetle man isnt getting all the nutrients he needs and thats harder for his kind, perhaps he has a taste for good food and this is just the most the ponytail dude can get away with as a punishment since muffets in charge of the house, or maybe its meant to bring up bad memories of when he first came here.

this next parts, really foggy

back to me and muffets talking to someone through a large portal in the room? plans are made abt making humans lose hope and wiping out humanity. the vegan next to me is very excited abt this and comments on it and im just like, bro, that would be super bad for the earth and also immoral? and shes like oh right. at some point i befriend a guy even tho we hated each other at first but he’s moved elsewhere after some time

time skip to muffet informing me that due to my most recent mistake my family is going to be killed. at this point im just sick of it i’ve been here for months im miserable im lonely, i miss my family im just kinda, unstable

really unstable

im shouting at her if shes going to off my family she has to kill me too cause i cant live knowing theyre dead because of me or live without them, just sobbing, kill me, please just kill me i cant stay here anymore she sends me to my room and i pass by my beetle friend but neither of us says anything, also passed by some buff monster but its irrelevant. i dont go to my room instead im just looking through hallway after hallway, opening a storage closet and just trying to find SOMETHING to work with because yeah im miserable, yeah this is probably going to backfire but you do NOT. FUCK. WITH MY FAMILY! so i have to leave. i dont care if this might kill me i have to get out of there with whatever the hell i can find. what i find is two deflated balloons with little plastic bits inside that when u press a button they light up and im like OKAY maybe i, maybe me and beetle man can use this to signal to each other! thats great i can do this i can. i think i may have been crying and laughing here after my exploring Im hiding behind a sofa in a room in the furthest corner of the house cradling my little weird balloon bundle, just trying to find space to think. im safe because u cant see me from the door and the blinds on the window are drawn already. it feels like i havent seen the outside in a while remember how i said i was really unstable? this felt completely real in the dream so maybe it was real due to dream logic, but it feels like desperation in hindsight. i clicked both of the balloon lights on and realized i could use it as a phone! i need to call mom i miss her so much. so i do and she goes honey where are you? and im just crying and saying i love you, i love you so much im okay mom, its okay, and shes like are you at school??? and i just turn into a mess. at this point i look through the sheer curtains on the window and notice my brother driving a really tall truck moving some construction supplies. it sucks that hes here too but im just so happy to see him even if i know i cant talk to him. maybe if they dont find out we’re related he’ll be okay and then i leave the mansion, and i run. nothing here is familiar. im somewhere in the woods. i try to run to the front and see all of the construction workers there making something, but besides all the people somehow the dirt is just, this sheer cliff up up and up in front of the place. so i run to the back and try to get through the barrier around the place. i think i do but its not exactly easy. i fought off a possessed wild boar, but it was the size you think a pig would be, so like a medium sized dog, it just tried to bite me and while it hurt i just hit it til it stayed down long enough for me to bolt after im some distance away, further into the forest on a wide path i meet a human whos instantly on guard to fight me. i spray paint in his eyes and then run on i meet a strange human on the same path and he smirks at me and puts paper in front of his eyes to stop my tactic. i go hey fuck it maybe the fumes will disorient him and spray and his magic stops the paint in mid air and im like dude that is SICK, before he flings it back at me

i dont know how but i beat him too but the next part of the dream im finally somewhere residential, houses along the water, its a warm but not too warm day, light breeze, so all in and beautiful. i feel like im seeing and breathing freely and clearly for the first time in, i dont even know how long. its bright and while i know i have to run im just going to keep running, im free for now.

i use my little balloon contraption and call up my mom again now that im somewhere im positive no one will hear me. i tell her im sorry but i cant go home, that this is likely goodbye, and i cant guarantee ill get out of this alive but it’s okay. i love you so much. and she has to leave too. i stress this. she has to leave, cut all ties, cut all things that could trace you and get out of there.

and then my alarm woke me up

its hard to explain why some sections of this dream were so scary, just the feeling of wrongness, isolation, powerlessness, and just some distant pain that i dont know what it was. it felt like the longer i was there the more my world was ending

#dream journal

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leahazel · 6 years

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Day 5 - “Family” - Bel & Jack

Christabel “Bel” of Hise and Jacqueline “Jack” of Wellin, for 7kppweek day 5 “Family” (indeterminate post-canon timeline, not a multi-MC A/U, PG-ish, ~1800 words)

Notes: Bel’s dad Gabriel and Jack’s dad Leopold are brothers in this continuity, but have not been in contact since before Jack was born. Jack is about five years younger than Christabel.

Emmett had told her that Wellin was a lot like Arland, and she could see what he meant by it, but she didn’t really agree. The two countries were subtly different in all sorts of interesting ways, from the food to the street music to even the weather. Of course she knew about the weather in advance, but that somehow didn’t keep her from being surprised every morning as she woke up to the dawn chill.

The people in the cities they passed through had a standoffishness to them that she couldn’t imagine any of her Arlish neighbors would consider good manners. They were more extravagant, also, and she did not like that. More and more, Bel was rather glad that her father had left Wellin as a youth. Rather, as she liked to think of it, that her mother, the notorious pirate Captain Kendra Blackthorn, had rescued him from a lifetime of dreary stuffiness.

The day’s ride, then, had pleasantly surprised her. The three of them had set out as soon as it was light, despite Anna’s yawns and protestations. At first the roads were empty because of the early hour, but as the day wore on they ran into more and more locals, and all of them were unfailingly kind and friendly. Not even in the stiff, slightly superior politeness that she had come to associate with the Wellish, but earnestly welcoming.

Maybe today would turn out right, after all. Bel was still more than a little apprehensive, even though this trip had been her idea to begin with. She’d insisted on it, in fact. And no, it was not only because their younger child was too small to bear the traveling and had to be left back at the Lilypond with his gran and his nannies. She’d said that she wanted to know where he came from, and she knew her father would never reach out of his own volition. If there were family ties to be mended, it was up to her to make the first move.

“Bel!”

She shook off her distracted thought and focused on her husband.

He smiled brightly at her, and she saw that he’d pulled his horse to the side of the road to chat with a man leading a pack-mule by a rope. They seemed to be chatting comfortably, so Bel didn’t speed her riding overmuch. She had Anna on the saddle before her, and she didn’t like to jostle her too much. She would catch up to them soon enough.

“This man gave me directions to Holt castle,” said Emmett when her horse had reached comfortable speaking distance. “Did you know, we’ve been riding through Holt for hours, now.”

“Have we?” said Bel. “I hope that means we’re close.”

“G’day, milady,” said the man. “Must be two hours’ brisk ride that way,” he said, gesturing, “no more.”

Bel looked from Emmett on his horse to little Anna cradled against her chest and made a face.

“I’d best ride ahead to announce us,” said Emmett, “so they’ll know to expect a lady and a child.”

Bel nodded. “I’ll keep on at a slower pace, with Anna and Geoff. Now, I won’t be riding alone, you see, so there’s nothing to be worried about.”

Emmett looked like he was about to argue, but changed his mind. “We’re hardly likely to come to harm, here of all places, surely.”

The strange man nodded and smiled. “Nowhere in the kingdoms is safer than Holt,” he said. “You’ll see when you meet the Countess. She’d never let us down.”

“You said your wife and daughter will be joining us?” asked Jack dubiously.

The strange man nodded, which set his golden curls bouncing. “They should be right along, they were riding right behind me. They only had to go more slowly because our daughter is quite young, still.”

He looked too young to have a wife and daughter, but maybe that was just the way his face was, and he hadn’t grown out of it. But no, he didn’t look any older than Jack herself, younger maybe. Of course, many would say that she was long past due to get married herself, but things were different when one was a young and eligible heiress. Still, he seemed pleasant and downright charming, so if he’d fixed on getting married it wasn’t hard to believe he’d find a willing bride.

But that was more introspection than Jack could tolerate for one day.

“Do you want to see the dogs?” she asked, abandoning all efforts at decorum.

His face broke into a radiant smile. “I would love to. Purebred Wellish dogs are supposed to be the best in the world.”

“Oh, they are,” said Jack confidently, though she’d never been outside Wellin’s borders in her life, “and Holt’s are the best in Wellin, too.”

With a new litter of puppies to break the ice, Emmett opened up easily and told her all about his travels over the seven kingdoms. Jack envied him more than a little, even if he did have to go home to Arland at the end of every journey. She was convinced that if there was a place more terrible than Wellin’s royal court, Arland had to be it. At least here in Holt, everyone loved her just as she was. Things were proceeding nicely when one of her footmen appeared to announce that there was a woman and child seeking entrance to the castle.

“That would be Bel and Anna, now,” said Emmett, nodding sagely.

Jack was overbearingly curious to see them, so much so that she was willing to leave off playing with the puppies any longer. She wondered what she would be like, the wife of this unusual Arlish Earl who didn’t act like any nobleman she’d ever known. Except, maybe, her father.

Nothing could have prepared her for the reality.

“The Countess will see you now,” the footman announced.

Into her great hall entered possibly the tallest woman she’d ever seen. She was dark-skinned, and in the low candlelight of the hall her hair had a russet sheen to it. She was dressed in riding leathers, not even a split skirt, and she carried a toddler on one hip. The child had a mess of curly hair and her thumb stuck in her mouth. She must have been sleepy, but she was looking around the room curiously. Jack instantly knew that she would like her.

The Countess of Lalahi passed the child on her hip over to her husband and dipped a quick, neat curtsy in her general direction.

“Well, then,” she said, “now that the niceties are dispensed with, let’s have a look at you, cousin.”

She couldn’t imagine two less likely cousins, even taking into account that they both apparently favored their mothers. Christabel was tall and broad-shouldered. Up close, her hair proved to be thick, curly and a dark wine-red color, and her eyes were a brilliant shade of green. Jack herself was short, rather round of figure, and had yellow hair and blue eyes. She realized, much to her amusement, that she looked more closely related to Earl Emmett than to his wife. For all she knew, she was; she’d never studied her mother’s family tree too closely.

“So,” said Jack, to cover up her awkwardness. “You must be the kidnapper’s daughter.”

It was a terribly crass and inappropriate thing to say, but Christabel only broke into deep laughter.

“I see the story of my father’s fabled kidnapping is still making the rounds, even all these years later,” she said. “I must tell my parents. They’ll both be delighted. Well, mama will be delighted. Papa finds the whole matter rather embarrassing.”

“Your parents are still alive,” said Jack, not bothering to phrase it as a question.

Christabel nodded, her smile dimming. “They still live on Hise, although my mother doesn’t captain a boat anymore.”

“Do you have any sibling?” asked Jack impulsively.

She shook her head. “Just me and my parents. What about you?”

Jack smiled, but she couldn’t seem to put any real cheer into it. “Just me, for years now.”

The Earl and his bride exchanged a worried look.

“But let’s not be so gloomy,” said Jack quickly. “Who’s this little puppy?” She bent down to look at the girl leaning against her father’s legs.

The little girl very gravely offered her a hand to shake, which Jack of course took with all due courtesy.

“This is Annarose,” said Emmett. “Anna, say hello.”

Annarose mumbled something out of the corner of her mouth, and clung closer still to her father’s legs.

“She’s shy,” said Christabel apologetically.

“Nothing of it,” said Jack, pasting on a grin. “What was I thinking? You must be tired and hungry after all that riding. Dinner isn’t for another hour, I think. You’ll have some time to rest.” She paused and took a breath. “You are staying, aren’t you? Oh, please stay!”

They exchanged another look and Christabel laughed.

“We can hardly refuse such a generous invitation,” said Emmett, breaking into a grin.

“Wonderful!” said Jack, clapping her hands together. “Oh, Maria will be around in a moment to show you to the guest rooms. Maria’s the housekeeper, you know. She’s my right hand, I’d be lost without her. Your man will be with the animals in the stables, so the stablehands will see him taken care of with dinner and a place to stay and so on. If they’re ever done admiring your horses, that is, although I must agree that they look like very fine beasts. I don’t know half as much about horses as I do about dogs, though.”

She kept up her end of the conversation easily all the way to where Maria was waiting for them, with Emmett pitching in now and then. Maria gladly accepted a sleepy-looking Annarose from her mother, cooing at her adoringly. She left all three guests in her capable hands and went round back to the other staircase, which led directly to her own room. She washed up for dinner without anyone having to remind her, and even took the trouble to run a comb through her windblown hair. It would be the liveliest dinner Holt castle will have seen since the last time her mother’s elder brother had brought his whole brood over. And much nicer, because she only got on with the very relations, on that side of the family.

“What did you think?” asked Emmett, after they’d laid Anna down for a much needed nap, and were resting together in the plush window-seat.

“She seems nice enough,” said Bel. “Energetic, and certainly a chatterbox, but she’s not much like any of the Wellish nobles I’ve ever met. Not much like papa, either, come to think of it.”

“I like her,” said Emmett decisively, “and I think Gabriel would like her, too.”

“Oh, he would,” agreed Bel, “if he could get her to slow down long enough to have a proper conversation.”

“You’ll have to tell her the whole story of your parents’ meeting,” said Emmett. “The long version.”

Bel nodded. “I think she’ll like it. She seems so lonely. Now, tell me about the dogs.”

Emmett laughed.

#7kpp #7kpp week #7kppweek2018 #tomboy countess #daughter of a notorious pirate #assorted problem princesses #fanfiction #hazel's stories

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eversall · 7 years

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Idk if you've ever watched Friends, but Jimon + the gang finding out about their relationship in the style of Monica and Chandler

i have watched friends and asdfghjkl i love monica and chandler and this is one of the best episodes ever so this prompt is extra amazing. obviously, all credit goes to friends for the plot. also, i want to point out that this fic by jess ( @softjimon) has more friends!jimon and reading her thing is 100% the inspiration i had to finish this one so quickly.

fool around like we’re sixteen and secret || jace/simon, 3k+, secret relationship + fluff || (ao3 link coming soon!)

In March, Simon goes away for a weekend to Vermont. Songwriting boot camp, he claims, he and his writers are sequestering themselves away for a few days to work on his upcoming album. Jace happens to be out of town that weekend too, because - as he tells Alec and Izzy - he was called to consult on a case involving an adoption scam.

“Since I have experience,” he explains, “they want me to be there for their initial analysis.”

Alec believes him. Why would Alec not believe his brother, his FBI case partner, his roommate, his best friend?

He doesn’t even think about it until the next Monday, when Jace gets back on a red-eye flight, grinning about apparently seeing Raj and Duncan together in an elevator in the hotel he was staying at, and they’re running around trying to get ready for work.

“I’m out of shaving cream,” Alec calls from the restroom desperately, “I can’t show up to work looking like I haven’t slept in seventy-two hours!”

“In my carry-on, use my bottle, I haven’t unpacked yet!” Jace yells from his bedroom. So Alec rushes out to the living room, digging through the duffel bag on the sofa, and comes up with not one but two bottles of shaving cream. One’s sleek and black, and the other is…Batman themed.

“What is this?” Alec asks as he smirks, waving the bottle at Jace, who’s walking out of the bedroom. “Discovering your inner child, are you? Your puberty-driven, cartoon-character supported shaving?”

Jace freezes, and his eyes go comically large. “Uh…I found it?” He offers. Alec raises an eyebrow, and decides that he’s not judging. He just doesn’t have the energy right now.

“If you want to re-live those hormone fueled years, be my guest.” He laughs as he tosses the Batman bottle at Jace, and then goes into the restroom to shave.

It’s not a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

But then, later that night, he and Jace go across the hall to Clary and Simon’s place so they can is wait for the other two to get ready for dinner - which, God, both of them are so high-maintenance - the only person allowed to be that high maintenance is Magnus, and Alec isn’t biased, shut up Jace -

But as he and Jace lounge on their (much nicer, antique) sofa, and Clary is trying to get her earrings untangled from her hair, Simon makes several trips back and forth from his bedroom to the bathroom, frowning and muttering to himself.

“Si,” Clary finally asks, amused, “are you…alright?”

“I lost my Batman themed bottle of shaving cream.” Simon says, frazzled. “I guess I left it somewhere in Vermont while I was away -”

“Oh?” Alec asks, frowning. That’s weird, certainly, that this is the second time that he’s encountering this Batman-themed bottle, but that’s fine. Coincidences happen. “How was Vermont?” He asks politely.

“It was great,” Simon’s suddenly smiles, his eyes going dreamy, before his expression smooths out into a smirk. “I saw Raj and Duncan making out in an elevator -”

Alec’s eyes widen and he bolts upright, just as the door opens and Magnus and Izzy waltz in.

“You what - “ He hollers as Izzy yells “Clary!” and Magnus says, loudly, “I think the barista down there hates me”, and at the same time Jace jumps off the couch, his face pale as a sheet, and tackles Alec to the ground. In the ensuing chaos and noise, Jace bodily drags Alec into Simon’s bedroom, and Alec splutters as Simon follows behind and shuts the door.

“You!” He says dumbly, pointing at Simon. “And - you?” His finger swings wildly to point at Jace, who rolls his eyes.

“Yeah.” He says. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“So, to clarify.” Alec asks. “This isn’t some huge coincidence, you both went to Vermont for the weekend to…?”

“Romantic getaway.” Jace says, at the same time that Simon says “To have uninterrupted sex.”

“Uninterrupted - “ Alec starts spluttering again.

“Babe, don’t break him.” Jace says, amused. Simon grins as he grabs his hair gel off his dresser and starts styling his hair.

“Why did you both lie?” Alec crosses his arms and regards the two of them. “There were so many ways I could have found out, and discovering that the two of you fucked for three straight days isn’t the way I prefer.”

“We just wanted to keep this to ourselves for a little while longer.” Simon says, his fingers working through his curls as he glances at Jace through the mirror and smiles softly. “It’s nice to just be in our own world.”

Jace smiles back, and it’s embarrassingly besotted. Alec wants to bang his head against a wall somewhere, but also -

“I’m happy for you guys.” Alec says gruffly, and Jace and Simon both beam at him. “Stop smiling like an idiot, Jace. Batman themed shaving cream, honestly.”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” Simon says, snapping his fingers. Jace snorts, and kisses him. And the way Jace leans into it, the way Simon’s shoulders relax, the way they both look at each other - Alec supposes it isn’t the worst secret in the world to keep.

Clary finding out is entirely by chance. She’s just passing through the living room when she hears the buzz of a vibrating phone from the sofa cushions, and she pauses and sets her bowl of popcorn down, tossing pillows aside to find Simon’s phone getting a flurry of incoming texts.

[jace]: u free babe?

[jace]: alec’s left to bother magnus or something, idk

[jace]: come over, we can do that thing you’ve been asking for since i can be as loud as i want now ;)

[jace]: tell clary ur gonna do laundry when really ur gonna do me

Clary shrieks and tosses the phone back onto the sofa, scrambling backwards and grabbing her popcorn. Mouth agape, she cradles her food to her chest and spends a horrified few seconds thinking oh God, is this karma for when Simon walked in on me making out with that girl in eleventh grade? Is this my punishment?

Then another thought hits her, and she straightens up and smiles, munching on a few kernels of popcorn thoughtfully. Laundry, hmm, is that the excuse Simon’s going to use?

She can’t say she’s not happy for them. It’s clearly been a long time coming, and they both would do anything for each other. It’s sweet. She’s a little hurt that Simon didn’t tell her, but she gets it. It’s their thing, and if they want to keep it a secret, it’s fine.

That doesn’t mean she’s not going to have a little fun with it, though.

Half an hour later, Simon finally appears in the apartment, after a long day at the recording studio. He groans, and heads straight for the couch as Clary watches, with no small amount of glee, from her position at the kitchen table.

“I can’t believe I left my phone.” He says morosely. “Clary, why am I like this?”

“Beats me.” She says cheerfully. “I like that you’re like this. It makes me seem like such a high-functioning adult.” She throws a few pieces of popcorn at him, and he distractedly grabs at one of them and pops it into his mouth as he scrolls through his phone. He flushes a deep red, slowly grinning, and he locks his phone and tucks it into his pocket.

“Got a lot to do this evening.” He starts saying loudly, heading into his room as he continues to talk. “Gotta clean my room, write some emails, do some laundry - “ He appears in the living room again, toting his laundry basket, which Clary suspects is full of clean clothes. “I’m just, ah, going to go do that laundry. Maybe I’ll answer the emails from my phone while I wait - “

“Oh, you’re doing laundry?” Clary asks, making a big show of looking surprised. “You wouldn’t mind doing a few pairs of jeans for me, right? I really need them before I head to the studio tomorrow.”

“Your…jeans.” Simon stops and looks baffled, and then, bizarrely, he looks around the room, like that’ll help him figure out what to do, and he sighs and smiles at her. Clary almost feels a little guilty when he says, sweetly, “Of course I can. Give me whatever you need!”

Izzy finds out in what she later claims is a worse way than Clary. She’s looking at an apartment in the building over, and all things considered, it’s going pretty well, until she goes to the window.

“Oh my God,” She says, laughing, “look, Clary, it’s Jace and Simon. We can see your apartment from here.” She turns, but Clary’s gone - presumably to the bathroom, she can hear the sink running. She turns back, and -

Simon has Jace pinned against the wall next to the window, holding his wrists loosely over his head with one hand and grabbing his ass with the other. They’re kissing like their life depends on it, with Jace shamelessly rolling his hips and chasing after Simon’s lips every time Simon pulls back.

Izzy is scarred for life.

“What are they - oh my God! No! Why are they - don’t do - oh my God!” She yells, skidding backwards with her hands clapped over her mouth. Clary comes tearing out of the restroom, hollering “What, what?!”, and then she skids to a stop when she sees what Izzy’s looking at. To Izzy’s surprise, she just makes a face and mutters a curse under her breath before throwing the curtains closed.

“God, yeah.” She mutters, turning to roll her eyes. “They’re a thing.”

“This is - wow.” Izzy’s almost stunned by the revelation, but not quite. Jace and Simon have always had a certain tension, and it’s undeniable that the two are romantics at heart; they’re good for each other. What’s stunning is that they’ve managed to keep it a secret. “Wait, how did you find out?”

“I saw some of Jace’s texts to Simon.” She shudders. “Every time Simon says he’s doing laundry? He’s going over to Jace’s and they’re…” She trails off, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, and Izzy laughs.

“Sex.” She says, enunciating the word, and Clary shudders theatrically. “Really, laundry is their code word? That’s so…sickeningly domestic.”

“Oh, not anymore.” Clary grins, perching on the arm of the sofa. “Now I ask him to actually do my laundry.”

“Oh you are horrible.” Izzy rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling. “They don’t know you know?”

“No. I’ve been having fun with it.”

Izzy thinks about that, and then a slow smirk spreads across her face.

“Not enough fun, I think.”

Alec walks into the room, sees Clary and Izzy whispering, and immediately backs out.

“Nope, I’m going back to my apartment.” He decides, but they look up and immediately fix him in place with their stares.

“Alec,” Izzy says very seriously, “we need your help.”

“For what?” Alec asks warily. Izzy gets up and approaches him, crossing her arms.

“We know something,” She says slowly, “and if we tell you it needs to be a secret - “

“Oh, no.” Alec says immediately. “Absolutely not, I’m not doing this secrets thing again, have fun - “

“No, come on - “ Izzy drags him to sit at the kitchen table. “It’s for a good cause.”

“What’s the good cause?”

Clary comes over and braces her hands on the table. “Jace and Simon.” She says, and Alec squints at her suspiciously.

“What about them?” He asks slowly. Clary and Izzy share a look, in that weirdly synchronous silent language they have - when are they going to start dating? - and nod.

“There’s something you should, um, find out for yourself.” Clary says. “Why don’t you go to your apartment and knock on Jace’s door?”

Alec immediately freezes up. One of the most unhelpful things about knowing his brother secret is that he and Simon are now taking it as permission to go at it in their room while Alec is still in the apartment. They’re quiet, sure, but the walls are paper thin, and Alec just really wants less of a sex-dazed Simon walking around. He’s terrible at chess when he’s like that, and Simon’s pretty much the only person that’ll play chess with him.

“Simon’s doing laundry with Jace.” Alec says slowly. “That’s what they said.”

“Go check.” Izzy insists. “Humour me.”

Alec blanches at the thought of what he could walk into, and immediately responds with a horrified “No.” Izzy’s eyes widen at his reaction.

“Do you know what I think you know?” She hisses. Alec groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know what you think I know.” He says.

“I know you know something, but I’m wondering if what I know and what you know are - “

“Jace and Simon are sleeping together!” Clary blurts out, and then she slaps a hand over her mouth and looks shocked at her own admission.

“They’re not sleeping together, they’re dating - oh hell.” Alec says, when he realizes what he’s walked into. Izzy slams her hand down on the table triumphantly.

“I knew you knew!” She crows delightedly. “Now, you can help us freak them out!”

“Or we could all stop.” Alec bemoans. “Stop with the secrets.” Nobody listens to him. Nobody ever does, because all the people he hangs out with are idiots. (Except Magnus. Though, truth be told, this is probably why Magnus lives a safe distance away from all of them.)

Jace is baffled, to say the least, when Simon bursts into his apartment and screeches, with wide eyes, “You sister just grabbed my ass! She flirted with me!”

“She what?” Jace asks from where he’s perches on a bar stool. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure her hand touched my ass in a sexual manner - yeah I’m sure!” He says. “What’s happening?”

Jace never gets to respond, because Simon’s phone rings. “Oh my God, it’s her.” Simon wails, before he answers and puts it on speakerphone. “Hey, Iz!” He says as cheerfully as he can, while his face goes through a series of alarmed expressions. Jace frowns and hops off the stool to sling an arm around his boyfriend, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.

“Hey, handsome.” Izzy’s voice sounds from over the speaker, and Jace blanches because her voice is low and definitely dipping into seductive territory. “I was just thinking about you.”

“And I, uh, was just thinking that I have to go! I have something I need to pick up, bye!” Simon says, ending the call and throwing his phone down on the counter. “Am I going crazy? Am I suddenly attractive?”

“You’ve always been attractive.” Jace mutters, pressing his lips to Simon’s temple. “Relax, breathe.”

“Izzy is trying to date me, there’s nothing relaxing about this.” Simon moans, but he eases into Jace’s hold, leaning back and letting Jace rake his fingers through Simon’s hair.

Alec snorts from where he’s sitting in his armchair, and both Simon and Jace startle, looking at him. Jace had kind of forgotten he was there, but Alec is being suspiciously silent, and his gaze keeps flicking to Simon’s phone. An absurd little thought begins to form in Jace’s mind.

“Alec,” He asks slowly, “does Izzy know about us?” Then he remembers all the fucking laundry he and Simon have been doing the past week. “Does Clary?”

“No.” Alec says immediately, looking down at his book. “Of course not. How would I know if they knew? I don’t know.”

“Alec.” Jace warns, narrowing his gaze. Alec flushes, but he dutifully keeps his eyes glued to his book. “Look at me, Alec.”

There’s silence for a few seconds as Jace crosses the room, striding closer to Alec, when Alec finally cracks and throws his hands up. “Yes, they know, can we be done with this whole secret thing now?”

“I knew it!” Jace crows. Simon leans against the kitchen counter and shakes his head.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad an attractive woman turned out not to really be flirting with me.” He remarks, and Jace points at him.

“Watch it, you’re still dating me.” He says. “More importantly, how are we going to retaliate?”

“Retaliate?” Simon asks, laughing. Jace crosses his arms impatiently, dead serious.

“Yeah. Oh, it’s on. Two can play at this game, and we’re going to fucking win.” He hisses. Alec springs out of his chair, looking at Jace in horror.

“Not more of this.” He says, aghast. “When will this nightmare end? And I expect you want me to keep this a secret too?”

Jace looks at him, and Alec flips him off as he stomps to his bedroom.

Which is what leads to the current ridiculous tableau that Jace finds himself in, peeking through a tiny crack in the bathroom - where he’s hiding out - and watching Izzy and Simon play a game of chicken as they try to seduce each other in the living room. He’s pretty sure Clary and Alec are on the other side of the front door and watching just like he is as Izzy and Simon play out the weirdest scene Jace has ever seen.

“You have such…impressive biceps.” Izzy purrs, dragging her finger down Simon’s chest - which is nowhere near his biceps! Jace grits his teeth and reminds himself that Simon is dating him, and that they’re just doing this so they can win.

“You’re quite impressive yourself.” Simon says, his voice low, and he moves in closer to place his hand on Izzy’s neck, hesitantly. Izzy visibly startles when he does, and looks momentarily flabbergasted before she soldiers on.

“You should kiss me.” She says, thrusting her chest forward. Simon gulps.

“Okay, yeah.” He says. “I wanna do that too.”

“So do it.”

“I will.” Simon woodenly places his other arm around Izzy’s waist, and Jace momentarily resists the urge to throw something at the two of them and separate them. Izzy and Clary can’t get the better of him and Simon.

“Okay.” Izzy licks her lips, her movements jerky as she leans forward. Simon does so too, inching forward, and the seconds tick by agonizingly as their lips get closer and closer, the space between them shrinking, and then they’re touching and kissing -

“AGH, NO, YOU WIN, I CAN’T KISS YOU!” Simon yells, jumping backwards and tripping wildly over his own feet. Izzy shrieks and points accusingly at him.

“I knew it! And why can’t you kiss me?” She gloats gleefully. Simon’s still breathing hard when he yells “Because I’m in love with Jace!”

Jace’s heart stops and he finds himself moving without thinking, shoving the door open and stumbling out to a stop in front of his boyfriend, whispering a shocked, soft, “What?” At the same time, Clary and Alec spill through the front door, gasping in unison and yelling “Oh my God”, as Izzy throws a hand out and accidentally knocks over a chair. In the ensuing chaos, Magnus appears as well, almost out of thin air, surveying the scene in front of him - Jace and Simon breathing raggedly, staring at each other intensely, Izzy trying to haphazardly pick up chairs as she watches everyone else at the same time, and Clary digging her nails into Alec’s arm as she bounces on the balls of her feet, with Alec alternating between scowling and trying to pry her fingers off, staring proudly at Jace, and smiling at Magnus.

Magnus arches an eyebrow. “Clearly, I’m missing something.” He murmurs, moving to Alec’s side.

Jace ignores all of them. He stares at Simon, who’s finally looking up at him through his absurdly pretty eyelashes, his eyes warm and a little fearful.

“Say it again.” he demands hoarsely. Simon stares at him, and takes a slow step forward, the corners of his lips turning up helplessly in a smile.

“I love you, Jace.” He says, and it seems to Jace like the world comes to an abrupt standstill the second Simon says the words, his vision narrowing down to the man of his dreams in front of him. This is happening, he thinks dizzily, this is real. He gets to have this, have someone who cherishes him and holds him close and makes him laugh, who genuinely loves him.

Jace breaks out into a smile, his veins thrumming with adrenaline as he says “I love you too”, and then they’re surging forward to kiss each other desperately, Simon crushing Jace to his chest as Jace loops his arms around Simon’s neck. It’s way, way too indecent for the audience they have, but this is the first time they’ve said those words to each other and Jace needs to feel Simon, as close as possible, needs to nip at his bottom lip and swallow down the rough groan that works its way out of Simon’s throat.

It feels like hours later when they pull apart to Clary’s loud coughing, and then Simon ducks his head, blushing bright red, and Jace rests their forehead together.

“This is so much more amazing than I thought it was going to be.” Clary says, and Jace finally turns to see her beaming at them. “I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Thank you.” Jace says, smirking. “I’m happy for me too.”

“Alec, dude, thanks.” Simon says fervently. “For keeping everyone’s secrets.”

“Don’t ever make me do this again.” Alec says flatly, and then his face softens. “Also, don’t break each other’s hearts. I’ll be out a brother and a friend, then.”

“Well, it’s good to see that you two are finally telling everyone.” Magnus says, smiling fondly at them. “You don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“I’m gonna kind of miss going to do ‘laundry’, to be honest.” Simon says, pinching Jace’s side, and Jace laughs, shying away from the touch as the rest of them grin. There’s a beat of silence, and then Clary frowns.

“How did you find out, Magnus?” She asks. Magnus looks at them, puzzled.

“I figured it out the night after they first slept together, after London.” He says, while they all gape at him, Jace and Simon included. “Wasn’t it quite obvious?” When everyone continues to look at him with various degrees of astonishment, he frowns. “How did all of you find out, then?”

They groan, loudly.

“Don’t ask.” Alec advises. “It’s a long story.”

#jimon #shadowhunters #jace herondale #simon lewis #i write sometimes #monica and chandler were my og goals i love them #and i love jimon so #there you have it #sh fics

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Queen of His People, Ch. 11

Pairing: Ushiten, Semishira

Rating: T

Tags: a/b/o, royalty au

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Wakatoshi wished he could’ve spent more time shadowing his mother with Satori, but unfortunately he didn’t have that luxury. He didn’t have much time in the citadel, and the time he did have had to be spent in preparation.

They were at war.

He was practically glued to Kenjirou’s side, and Eita was never far off either. Shirabu had essentially taken over a corner of the library, maps covering the walls and pieces all over the table. Even when Wakatoshi left to talk to other people that needed to prepare, like Goshiki and Reon, Eita and Kenjirou didn’t leave the library, going over every plan they could think of and refining everything to make the best strategy possible.

Wakatoshi was grateful that they’d settled their differences long ago. They had different styles of strategy – Kenjirou’s refined by years of the best education the citadel could offer and a ruthless drive to win whatever the cost, and Eita’s forged by years on the battlefield amongst his brothers in arms with a fierce desire to save as many as possible. They’d butted heads before, and very nearly consumed the kingdom with the sparks that flew from both of them, until they’d learned how to work together.

Now they tempered each other, Eita vetoing plans that were too costly, and Kenjirou making tough calls and brilliant decisions that led them to victory. Wakatoshi may have the title of commander of the army now that his father was injured, but Eita and Kenjirou were the brains of the army. Without them, all would be lost.

“I’m just worried about where we place you,” Kenjirou sighed, a few days before it was time to leave.

“Why me?” Wakatoshi asked.

“Didn’t you hear about how this started?” Eita asked. Wakatoshi shook his head. Eita’s eyes got dark. “Itachiyama’s prince came down and slaughtered the commander of Datekou.”

“Sakusa?”

“Yes,” Kenjirou confirmed. “He said to tell you that he was coming and he wants his revenge.”

“Revenge for the last war?” Wakatoshi asked, though he already knew the answer. He’d always known that one day he would have to answer to Sakusa’s wrath. The other prince had screamed this at him three years ago, blood dripping from the lower half of his face.

“So I just want to make sure we don’t put you in too vulnerable a position,” Kenjirou went on. “Obviously we can’t keep you completely out of the action, or even too far away to issue commands, but we know he’s going to be going after you specifically. We can’t give him an opening.”

He and Eita bent their heads over the table again, moving pieces and occasionally bickering about a plan the other suggested. Wakatoshi watched them in silence.

Wakatoshi knew his duties, but he still tried to spend as much time with Satori as possible. If nothing else, he wanted to assure the omega that he still wanted him there. He knew his mother could be cold and foreboding, and he didn’t want her scaring Satori off before he found a reason to stay.

His mother let Satori off from his lessons early on the day before he had to leave, maybe as a kindness to him. Wakatoshi walked with him around the castle, unable to really wander, but still wanting to show Satori around as much as possible.

Then it occurred to him. He hadn’t shown Satori the room that would interest him the most.

“Do you want to see the library?” he asked. Satori’s eyes lit up.

“Is it as good as the library in Seijoh?” he asked. Wakatoshi considered.

“It’s about the same size,” he said. “I’ve never been unable to find a book I wanted.”

“Lead the way, then,” Satori told him, tucking his hand under Wakatoshi’s elbow. It was little gestures like that that told Wakatoshi Satori was probably better trained than he let on. He clearly knew the proper etiquette of a high class noble, and since he had been educated with the crown prince, he probably knew more about running a kingdom than even he gave himself credit for.

Wakatoshi led him, quietly contemplative. Satori looked tired, but not beaten down. He was working hard, but it was work he was capable of – though he’d complained to Wakatoshi that finances weren’t his favorite things. Though he could do the math, he didn’t have a mind for it like he had a mind for stories. Wakatoshi assured him that as long as he was up to the task, he was perfectly allowed to dislike it. Satori had laughed.

Wakatoshi pushed open the doors to the library. He heard Satori gasp next to him. Looking down, he saw the omega’s eyes wide with wonder, staring at the high shelves and painted ceiling.

“You didn’t tell me it was this beautiful,” he said, voice hushed.

“It’s not much like Seijoh’s library,” Wakatoshi shrugged. In truth, he hadn’t been sure Satori would like it. It was a far cry from the open and airy space where Satori had settled in a window seat to catch fleeting summer breezes. Instead, the windows were stained glass, only able to open part of the way during the summer to let in the near constant breezes on the north side of the citadel. The paneling and furniture were much darker than the pastel colors of Seijoh, and the lights were limited to a few reading areas to save fuel for the coming winter.

“It’s cozy,” Satori said, sounding pleased. Wakatoshi remembered that it was a favorite haunt of most of the castle omegas during the coldest months. It was usually the warmest room in the castle, directly over the hot springs under the castle and with the biggest fireplace. There was an almost unlimited supply of blankets stocked around the couches and chairs in the reading areas, although that was true of most of the castle during the winter. Stopping and sitting for any length of time usually required some extra layers, the lack of movement allowing the bitter cold to settle in.

“I’m glad you like it,” Wakatoshi told him. “If I remember correctly, fiction is on that side,” he pointed to the right side of the room, “and nonfiction is on the other side. And over there,” he pointed to the nearest left corner, “are the books on history. In case you’re curious.”

“Thank you,” Satori said softly. He looked more pleased than Wakatoshi felt he deserved. He’d just shown Satori the library, it wasn’t anything special.

“I’m going to check in on Kenjirou and Eita…oh,” he trailed off, seeing them asleep. Eita was settled in a chair at the table with the biggest map and the pieces that represented legions, and Kenjirou was curled in his lap. They were only remaining upright by leaning on each other, Kenjirou’s head tucked under Eita’s chin and Eita’s arms around his waist.

It would probably be a long time before he saw either of them this peaceful again.

Wakatoshi moved forward to drape a blanket over them. Neither of them would sleep well until this war was over, especially not separated from each other. They deserved what little rest they could get.

“They fit together much better like this,” Satori whispered. Wakatoshi turned to look at him. He was considering the pair carefully. Wakatoshi knew he’d seen one of their famous arguments.

“They’re actually a very good pair,” he said. “Arguing is just…their way.”

“I’ll say,” Satori replied softly.

“They’ve been together for a long time,” Wakatoshi went on. “They only got married last winter, but they’ve been together since the last war. They’re the best partners I’ve ever seen; they’re brilliant together.”

Eita’s eyes fluttered open, taking in Wakatoshi and Satori. His hair was coming out of its ponytail and falling all over his face. He gave them both a look meant to silence with a meaningful look at Kenjirou.

“We have a plan,” he murmured, careful not to disturb his mate.

“You both agree on it?” Wakatoshi asked.

“It’s mostly his plan,” Eita conceded.

“And you agree with it?”

“He’s getting better at finding paths with the least loss of life,” Eita laughed softly. “I didn’t have to do much vetoing. I had a few suggestions, but he says even with those there’s an acceptable chance of success. His words.”

“Thank you,” Wakatoshi said. “Do you want help getting him to your room?”

“I’ve got him,” Eita said, standing carefully. Kenjirou made a whiny sound, but Eita shushed him and arranged his legs around his waist so the omega was slumped against his front. He got his hands under his mate’s thighs, cradling him. “I’ll be ready to go in the morning. You say your goodbyes too.”

Wakatoshi nodded, turning to walk Satori back to his room. They walked in silence again, although this time it was a lot less comfortable.

“You’re going to war in the morning,” Satori said, and Wakatoshi wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. He wasn’t even sure how long he would be gone. “Promise you’ll come back?”

“Of course,” Wakatoshi assured him. “Kenjirou and Eita are the best we have. They didn’t have time to make a real plan when my father went up there, but now that they have, we can’t lose.”

“I heard that the prince of the enemy is after you specifically,” Satori said quietly. Wakatoshi didn’t bother asking how he knew that. He’d chosen Satori partially for his intelligence, and the omega didn’t seem like the type to let a line of inquiry die until he was done with it.

“He can try,” Wakatoshi said. “I’ve fought him before. I can do it again. I’ll come back to you.”

Satori considered him for a moment before stepping forward to wrap his arms around Wakatoshi’s middle.

“Promise you’ll come back?” he asked again. Wakatoshi returned the hug, heart thumping.

“Promise.”

He retreated to his own room, lying awake most of the night staring at his ceiling. He never could sleep well before going off anywhere, but now he had the added thoughts of Satori bouncing around in his mind. He was almost certain the omega wasn’t in love with him, though they did share a close friendship. That was fine. He would have time to court Satori to his own satisfaction when this was all over. Even without considering Satori’s Seijoh heritage, he deserved better than a hasty courtship in the middle of a war.

He woke up, mind somehow less cluttered after spending the night organizing his thoughts, and gathered his things. He met Eita walking down to the entrance hall, hair pulled neatly into a ponytail once again and expression set.

“Did you kiss your omega goodbye?” Eita teased him lightly.

“No, I…” Wakatoshi trailed off at the sharp look Eita threw him.

“That’s not very nice of you,” he said. “Wait, have you…have you kissed him at all?”

Wakatoshi shook his head. Eita sighed.

“Gods above, you’re hopeless. Come on. You’re kissing him before we leave.”

They didn’t have to go far. Satori was already up, waiting to say goodbye to them. He was dressed, and his face was carefully neutral.

“Come back safe,” he said simply. Wakatoshi lifted his hand to Satori’s jaw – this shouldn’t be hard, he’d done this before – and leaned in slowly enough that the redhead would have time to pull away of he wanted.

He didn’t, and their lips met. It was short, though obvious that both of them had kissed before. Wakatoshi pulled back, stroking his thumb over Satori’s cheekbone.

“Promise,” he said. Satori bit his lip, but nodded.

As they were riding out of the castle gates, Wakatoshi turned to Eita.

“Thank you,” he said. “I see why everyone makes a big deal about farewell kisses. They give you something to come home to.”

“As if you weren’t going to already,” Eita scoffed.

“Is that what you do with Kenjirou?” Wakatoshi asked.

“Kenjirou gives me a whole lot more to come home to,” Eita told him with a grin. Wakatoshi must have made a face, because Eita started laughing. “Don’t ask questions you’re not prepared to hear the answers to. Just focus on coming home to your omega.”

Wakatoshi faced forward. His fight was ahead of him, but even now, he itched to return to where his heart truly lay.

To Satori.

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