#griffin x mc

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Anitha and Griffin in 9 Quotes a lil gift for @lover-also-fighter-also 🫶🏽 because I believe you mentioned you wanted to make a moodboard for them but didn't have the time (mood imao)

[lover-also-fighter-also]

Griffin calling Anitha Sunshine just makes me explode inside 💗💗💗💗😍😍😍

[saibug1022]

WIP Whatever-Today-Is

I got tagged by @aces-and-angels to share some WIPs, so I'm gonna show off some some Blades ones, an Elementalists one, and a few It Lives ones I never finished and I'm very excited. I'm gonna tag @oh-so-youre-a-nerd because I know full well you have more wips

Blades

First up, a little Tyril Hurt/Comfort, set during Ch 8 and during that time when we were all headcanoning the experimentation and torture Valax did:

“I’m sorry,” Asterin mumbled.

“No, I am,” Tyril protested immediately. He offered his hand and visibly relaxed when Asterin immediately took it. "I didn't mean to scare you. That's the last thing I ever want."

“I know,” Asterin said. “Trust me, I know. It’s okay.”

“Stop saying it’s okay,” Tyril replied. He clutched Asterin’s hand in both of his. “Me scaring you like that is abhorrent. But I am worried about you. That’s an Amulet of Rotem isn’t it? It’s an illusion charm. I know things have changed but we’ve never hidden things from each other. I shudder to think you feel the need to hide things from me and lie to me now.”

"...you're right," Asterin confessed. He kept his voice hushed. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he thought if he could barely make out his own words they wouldn't be real. "It's an illusion charm. I got it from Nia, but she doesn't know what it's for. It makes me look how I did before Valax."

"Do you look different now?" Tyril asked, matching Asterin's tone. Asterin nodded. "How?"

Asterin tried to answer but the words were so quiet not even their shared elven senses could pick it up. He wasn't even convinced he said anything at all. How could he say something out loud? How could he think about it long enough to give voice to his pain? Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as his frustration grew until finally he squeezed his eyes shut and took the amulet off. 

There was no flash of light like he was used to with magic but he surmised from Tyril's sharp intake of breath that everything was now on display. He didn’t even need to look. He’d spent enough time staring at the scars in horror before making the request of Nia upon finding her again. 

The most subtle were the pinpricks dotted all over his wrists and neck. They could almost be mistaken for freckles. Sometimes he could even pretend that’s all they were. But those were the simple ones. Also scarring his wrists were jagged cuts, lined up one after the other, and on his palms as well. With the charm off Tyril would also be able to see the way his hands shook now, a tremor he still couldn’t explain nor remedy. He assumed it had to do with the damage to his hands and wrists. A harsh claw mark was emblazoned across his face, a hair’s breadth away from his eye.

But worst of all were the last two. On his chest were three precise lines, two that started near his soldiers and went inwards until they met and went straight down in a “Y” shape. And on his back were the burns. At least, he thought they were burns. He had no way of knowing for sure.

Next we've got one that has the working title of Aerin Retrieval, which I think says everything on its own

“Aerin.”

Aerin nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around quickly, both because of the sudden voice and the person it belonged to. Sure enough a familiar elf was leaning against a nearby tree. Aerin had always thought the phrase ‘glaring daggers’ was ridiculous but it fit the expression he was receiving now.

“Tyril,” Aerin said slowly. “You found me.”

“It wasn’t difficult,” Tyril scoffed. “For a spy you are dreadful at covering your tracks.”

“I wasn’t a spy,” Aerin muttered petulantly.

“What would you call your betrayals then?”

“Why are you here Tyril?” Aerin sighed. “Drag me back to my cell? Kill me?”

“Oh I’m going to do much worse than that,” Tyril said.

He slowly advanced toward Aerin and despite everything Aerin had faced he still backed away from the elf. But Tyril had the longer stride so before Aerin could get far enough Tyril was right in front of him. He reached forward and Aerin tensed up.

“OW!”

Tyril completely ignored his complaint and continued dragging Aerin back the way Tyril had come. By. His. Ear. Aerin was forced to just stumble along after him.

-.-.-.-.-

“Where did you go?” Asterin wondered.

“I found this,” Tyril explained, and dragged a struggling form out of the shadows by their hood. 

“Well I’ll be damned,” Mal chuckled. 

“Aerin?” Asterin said as he got to his feet. Aerin didn’t meet Asterin’s eye, instead focusing very intently on brushing himself off. “Aerin!”

Aerin finally sighed and looked up. “Hello Asterin.”

“So it is you,” Asterin replied.

“Yes it is,” Aerin mumbled. “I’m sorry?”

Asterin didn’t say a thing. Instead he walked right up to Aerin and punched him in the face hard enough to send the prince sprawling into the dirt.

“Asterin!” Nia scolded.

“Don’t stop him, this is great,” Imtura laughed. 

“I deserved that,” Aerin admitted.

“You deserve SO much worse,” Asterin growled.

Elementalists

This is a scene from my own personal lore, where Apollo (going by Eli at this point) finds out his foster parents erased his memories. It'll eventually be Griffin x MC but I didn't get far enough XD

“We’re so sorry this is how you found out…”

Eli could barely breathe. Tears burned his eyes as the words written on that letter played on repeat in his mind, completely drowning out Professor Athantis’ lecture.

Everything Atlas said was true. Eli had managed to swallow down the idea that he had a secret twin brother and his parents weren’t his real parents. He’d gotten past that. But that wasn’t all they lied about. They’d erased his memories. He didn’t get sent away until he was six. They erased six years of memories of his real parents and his twin. They let Eli go through his life lost and aimless, knowing those memories about his twin and magic would fill that missing piece. He was walking around with a void in his chest his parents own parents caused. No. Not his parents. His foster parents. Eli wasn’t even his name. 

“Mr. Pierce!” 

Eli looked up and saw the entire class and Professor Athantis looking right at him with varying degrees of concern, confusion, and irritation.

“You’re blinding the class,” Professor Athantis explained, their tone urgent but gentle. Eli blinked and glanced to the sconces along the wall lit with magical light and realized yes, the small orbs were much larger and brighter than normal. Eli cursed and took a deep breath, forcing the lights to dim back to their normal levels.

“Sorry, mx,” Eli muttered. 

“Are you okay?” Shreya asked him. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for half the class.”

Eli opened his mouth to tell her but then paused when he realized he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her what was going on without mentioning Atlas. Not only was this eating him up inside but he couldn’t even tell anyone about it! Atlas didn’t even know how to deal with his own emotions, much less Eli’s. Professor Swan would panic and defend his foster parents. And no one else could know about Atlas or his parents.

“I’m fine,” Eli ended up saying.

It Lives Anthology

A cute little idea I had of the Eclipse giving Shadow!Val some level of coherency and form again :)

“What do you want?” Lucas asked sharply, not bothering with any sort of pleasantries. “Why are you the one calling me instead of Connor or Ava?”

“Because it isn’t about the monsters and shit,” Noah answered. “It’s about Val.”

Lucas stood up so fast his chair fell backwards, causing his poor roommate, James, to startle. Lucas didn’t pay them any mind though, hurrying out of his dorm and the building as fast as he could, pausing behind the building where he wouldn’t be overheard. Noah would occasionally send him pictures or little messages from Val when Val asked him too but that was all. If Noah was calling him about Val then something happened, something bad. Lucas’s veins felt like they were filled with ice.

“What happened?” Lucas demanded. There were so many things it could be, spinning through his mind. Val disappeared, somehow he got hurt, he forgot them, or worst of all he’d somehow gotten corrupted and turned from their sweet little playful ghost into a monster like Redfield or Jane.

“Relax dude, it’s nothing bad,” Noah replied.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” Lucas snapped.

“Okay I deserve that,” Noah muttered and Lucas resisted the urge to verbalize his agreement. “I called instead of texting because I figured you’d want to see this and you only have tonight.”

“What is it?”

“You know how tonight’s that lunar eclipse?” Noah asked.

“Yes, it’s the only total lunar eclipse over Westchester in a hundred years,” Lucas replied. “I don’t think you’re calling about astronomy.”

“No, I’m calling because of what it means for the Power,” Noah confirmed. “Or magic. Or theyre the same thing, I don’t fucking know. Point is, Ava called and said the lunar eclipse is a time of clarity for spirits, when their humanity and shit becomes stronger. She called to tell Karter because of the shit going on with his sister and she said it only applied to human spirits so we didn’t think it applied to Val but…”

“He’s coherent?” Lucas’s eyes widened.

“As coherent as he can be,” Noah answered. “He’s still a little jumbled but he’s talking in full sentences and…and he’s singing again.”

This is a hypothetical scenario I came up with during ILW's release where the only way to close the breach would be for all people with Power in them to be gone too, meaning all three It Lives MCs

It was supposed to be over.

Matthias was defeated, Adrian and Marianthe were dead. The witches were free. The blood moon ritual was stopped and the horrors were cured. The Power was purified. It was all over. It was supposed to be over. They were supposed to get to go home, to live. Yet Castor found themself staring at the spirit of Loha, her words taking up all their thoughts.

“No,” Val shook his head, his voice shaking but Cas couldn’t tell if it was rage or fear. “No, no, I’m not-, no. You’re lying or you’re wrong.”

“I’m afraid not,” Loha seemed to have a bit of sympathy in her face as she looked at Val. “The breach has to be closed or this will happen again. There will be nothing and no one to stop it, not even a purifying anchor.”

“This is sick,” Leon snarled. Him and Val were the only ones in the cave with Cas, the only two that could make it far enough in. “You, you did this to me! I didn’t get a fucking choice! It’s your fault I have to do this!”

“I can’t,” Val’s hands fisted in his hair. “I can’t do this, not again, no.”

“It is what needs to happen,” Loha replied to Leon, ignoring Val but Castor came to his side and wrapped an arm around him. He didn’t even seem to notice. “The three of you are different from everyone else. Everyone has a connection to the Power, though some connections are stronger which is what gives them their powers. But you, each of you have a piece of the Power within you. As long as it’s there the Power can never truly be sealed away.”

“NO!” Val looked up, his face twisted with rage and he took a step forward that shook the entire cave. His voice wasn’t quite his, it echoed before it even reached the cave walls. Behind it was a chorus of whispers that made Castor shiver. “I’m not doing this again! I sacrificed myself once and I don’t regret but I am NOT letting it happen again and I am not letting Leon and Castor die!”

Last one, the start of Abel proposing to Castor <3

Castor was always colorful. Everything about them was so vibrant and so full of life. Being around them made the world seem brighter, from the green of life to the blue of the sky. It was in their smile and their laugh and of course in their eyes. It was absolutely beautiful, how they made the world so much more wonderful for everyone around them. For most it was their presence and their kindness and humor, but for Abel it was their love.

And among all those colors, the most Castor of them all was gold. The cyan of the Power was there, of course, in their powers and their eyes and Abel wouldn’t trade that for the world. But their soul was gold. It was bold like jewelry, it sparkled in their eyes, it glowed in their smile. It was warm like the sunlight lighting their face, turning their skin a warm brown.

Right now their eyes were closed and for once their muscles were relaxed. They breathed evenly as the golden light from the sunrise shone on their face and Abel knew if their eyes opened they’d reflect that light like stars. But he was content to watch them sleep, happy to see the softer side of his bright lover. For it was in these moments that somehow Abel loved them even more, because while Castor lit up the world of everyone else this was something only Abel got to see. The part of them that was soft and vulnerable was for him and him alone. 

Castor trusted him and loved him, they took care of him and let him take care of them. It was the kind of thing he’d always wanted with someone and Castor not only made his dreams come true but surpassed them. It was why Abel wanted to spend the rest of his life with them. He always knew he wanted to but in these soft, small moments was when he felt it the strongest.

Castor let out a small yawn and shifted, causing a twist of hair to fall in front of their face. Abel carefully reached out to tuck it behind their hair and Castor leaned into his hand without even waking up. Abel knew he must look ridiculous smiling as big as he was but he didn’t care. Castor made a small hum and their eyes blinked open, brown and cyan finding him and causing a smile of their own to appear on Castor’s face.

“Hi,” They said, their voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi,” Abel replied, his voice just as quiet. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well with such a handsome man in my bed how can I not?” Castor leaned up and pressed a small kiss to Abel’s lips. It was barely a peck but it still warmed Abel from the inside out. This was what he wanted. Mornings like this where it was like the world faded away and that light of Castor’s was all his. Mornings and nights were there was no Power, no monsters, no ghosts, no classes or jobs, just Castor and Abel getting to be Castor and Abel. No more, no less. 

“Can I ask you something?” Abel found himself asking. For a moment he panicked. He knew where his train of thought was going and he had an entire plan in place. But as Castor’s curious eyes met his, he thought damn the plan. He reached up and trailed his fingers along Castor’s cheek. Castor opened their mouth and Abel rolled his eyes fondly. “And do not say ‘you just did’.”

“Well, way to take all the fun out of it,” Cas pouted. “Fine, go ahead. What do you want to ask?”

Abel just smiled and rolled out of the bed leaving Castor laying there very very very confused.

[mvalentine]

maddy rusell & griffin langley, the elementalists.

[professor-abeloved]

the best kind of Power IMHO 😳😳😳💜💜💜💜

[teenwvlf]

missing cyran rn

[thedeadthree]

-`. introducing LILIA LAURENT and the band two headed mother.

for @infamous-if featuring @umbertors dead romantics ! 🎸 -`. THIS IS TWO HEADED MOTHER // -`. GOOD BAD IDEA

(TEMPLATES: 1 . 2 . 3 // COLORING // BACKGROUND)

TAGLIST (please feel welcome to ask to be tagged or removed!): @fragilestorm, @griffin-wood, @risingsh0t, @florbelles, @marivenah, @kingsroad, @roofgeese !

[dutifullynuttywitch]

First kiss 🥰 The guy is a musician, prolific athlete, and he wants to do disaster relief work... also... an absolute sweetheart 🥺😍❤️

[reveluving]

I can't have a single moment of peace playing The Elementalists, knowing there won't be any updates or sequels for it once I finish all three books like

WHEN ELSE CAN I HAVE MOMENTS LIKE THESE WITH BECKETT “I KNOW HOW TO TANGO” HARRINGTON, CHOICES? WHEN?

[theclassycandy]

BONUS:

IMPORTANT NOTE - THE BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK IN IMAGE EIGHT IS NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS OF THE ART GO TO @888vampires ON INSTAGRAM

A/N: Hey guys I’m back on my elementalists brainrot!! So I know that there’s some difference in my headcanons again - like that my mc (Anna) makes art and posts it on social media as a hobby and that she’s a double major (idk what subjects yet). And Atlas grew up in a Slavic country (I’m thinking the Czech Republic) but making little stories about them is part of my livelihood now! Yes, these are purposefully set in 2020 (no covid in this au ofc) because I wanted this thread in particular to be set when they just started their junior year. These were really fun to make! I know that I have a horrendous track record when it comes to making a series so I’m probably won’t make a twitter AU one but I might do more! Please tell me if you enjoyed this and would like to see more! Reblogs and like really help out and comments make my day! 

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Aesthetic Quote Post Masterlist

🚧 Will Continue To Update... 🚧

~ Playchoices ~

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~ Romance Club ~

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Radha and Devi in 9 Quotes

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[lover-also-fighter-also]

Finally I found inspiration to do a moodboard for Anitha and Griffin pairing ❤️❤️. Hope you like it (its my first time so pardon if its not so good)

The roses and the letter are canon from winter's past when Griffin gave Anitha a bouquet of roses and a hand written letter.

I also HC that Anitha teaches Griffin tuneless soccer.

[saibug1022]

Apollo Solaris - The Elementalists

I am so delusional about this man he has his own change to the lore. In my version, not only does he date both Beckett and Griffin, but he and Atlas actually weren't separated till six years old and his foster parents, the Pierces, messed with his memory

[sunnyshiftyy]

How i imagine Instattuned would look like <3

Note: pictures are from Pinterest, idk these people, they just vaguely look like/represent the Pend Pals and others. Also excuse the spelling mistakes.

Other note for context: Elise on a trip with the Harringtons in summer.

[kissmeawake]

A Small Taste of Sunshine

Summary: Beckett Harrington has never had friends. Well, maybe until now.

Pairing: Mentions of Beckett Harrington x MC

Word count: 1.201

TW: None

Notes: I already posted this once on my old account, but changed the name and a few details, so here’s the new and, in my opinion, improved version! :) This takes place shortly after Shreya has made and handed out the friendship bracelets to everyone.

Beckett Harrington was sitting at his desk, biting the end of his pen and bobbing his knee nervously up and down. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and sighed. 2AM and he was still working on his homework, which was not unusual in itself (he always wanted everything, absolutely everything, to be perfect), but, so far, he had only written a few words, not a single sentence, and was unable to concentrate, to focus, to stop his thoughts from wandering to faraway places.

And he had tried. He had done yoga because yoga always helped him concentrate, he had eaten chocolate. he had opened his window wide to get some fresh air, he had taken multiple breaks and he had taken off his blazer, throwing it carelessly onto his bed before putting it on a hanger and into his closet because he could concentrate even less in disorder.

Maybe he was sick. But no, he felt normal, better than normal even, excited somehow and giddy and…happy, he guessed.

He glanced at the bracelet around his wrist, like he had done so many times that evening, and could not stop himself from touching the tiny stones and tracing the letters on them.

Pend Pals.

He did not like the name and had told the others so, but of course none of them had listened. It sounded stupid and childish, but then again, friendship bracelets in themselves were probably stupid and childish.

His heart still started to beat a little bit faster just by looking at it though and he felt a small smile creeping onto his lips.

The thing was, Beckett has never had any friends.

Well, that was not entirely true. There was Katrina, who was without a doubt his best friend, but she always said that that was not the same because she was already his sister and he knew that Katrina was good with people, that she just got them and Beckett just did not and therefore he guessed that she was probably right when it came to these things. There had been his grandmother who had died six years, six months and four days ago - yes, he knew the exact date - who had loved him very much and whom he had loved very much in return. And then there was…no, that was it, actually.

He realised that it sounded quite sad, but he was fine with it, really. He has always been a bit different, has always liked things nobody else really seemed to like. Yes, sometimes he had been lonely and yes, sometimes he had really, really wanted friends. Once, when he had been very young, he had even had an imaginary friend, who had also liked books and had read even more than Beckett himself.

But he was older now, more mature and he barely thought about these things anymore.

It was weird how a small, ordinary bracelet had changed so much. Maybe not for the others - certainly not for the others, he knew that they were quite popular - but for him. For him, it had changed everything.

The times when he would walk into the dining hall not knowing where to sit and desperately looking for a deserted table were over. The times when he would sit alone and scribble something in his notebook during breaks, while everybody else talked to their partner or sat on the desks of their friends, chatting, laughing, were over. The times when he would go straight to his room after lessons to do his homework, do yoga, read, listen to some music, talking to nobody until the next morning, thinking about nobody because there was nobody he could think about and nobody thinking about him, were over.

Finally, there were people he belonged to and who belonged to him. Maybe they were idiots sometimes, but they were his idiots now. Shreya Mistry, Griffin Langley, that annoying Zephyr guy and Alectrona Knox were his four idiots.

Well, except Alectrona of course. She was smart and witty and very good at all kinds of spells, sometimes even better than him, which was impressive. When he watched her during lessons, and he had noticed that he did that quite a lot apparently, he saw that intriguing mixture of fascination and enthusiasm and intelligence sparkling in her eyes and he then had the strange feeling that he never wanted to look away again. Sometimes she caught him, turning her head in his direction and meeting his gaze, smiling. He had noticed that she smiled at him a lot. And he had also noticed that he quite liked her smile - her lips were very pink, her teeth very white and there were dimples on her cheeks and small wrinkles around her eyes. Beckett often wondered what exact color her hair was because he was certain that he had never seen that particular shade before. It was quite extraordinary and kind of reminded him of the sun. And how soft her skin was. Which sounded very creepy, but it was the truth nervetheless. When she had tied the bracelet around his wrist her fingertips had brushed his hand and he had felt a warm, fluttering feeling in his chest and stomach and had blushed immediately.

Sometimes he wanted to tell her these things, but he knew that he could not, that it would be weird and he did not want to make her uncomfortable.

He traced the letters on the bracelet again.

Pend Pals.

Now that he really thought about it, it did not sound so stupid and childish anymore and he actually quite liked it.

Beckett sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He decided that he would go to bed and instead finish his homework tomorrow when he was hopefully more like himself again.

-

In the morning, he got up and brushed his teeth, washed his face and put on his pants, his shirt and blazer. Before he left the room he hesitated, then he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the bracelet and the eight letters on it.

While walking through the hallways, his backpack slung over one shoulder, he passed some other students, their tired faces illuminated by the morning light, and he thought he noticed some of them looking at his wrist. But maybe that was just his imagination.

He entered the dining hall and headed straight for their usual table, not even looking around.

“Good morning”, he said, sitting down in the chair next to Griffin, who yawned in response and rubbed wearily at his face.

Shreya was reading some kind of fashion magazine he had never seen before, but still nodded at him briefly with a small grin and Zephyr, who was eating something Beckett had also never seen before and which looked, frankly, quite disgusting to him, winked at him.

And when he finally looked at Alectrona, because he could not not look at her, he saw that she was already smiling at him, her bright hair a small taste of sunshine and some emotion he did not recognize twinkling in her eyes, but that made his heart flutter and his cheeks turn a deep shade of red nevertheless.

[judeschoices]

His Little Sunshine

This is an old work of mine, revamped, of my ship JudithxGriffin from The Elementalist. Because this Earth-Att deserves all the love and affection in this galaxy. I hate the fact that this series was limited to 2 books plus a holiday edition. Sighs...

Side Note: I’m going to give the TE MC a twin brother instead. Just cause, I find it a bit amusing (seeing how I grew up with a brother).

Book: The Elementalist (Book 2)

Pairing: Judith Gabriel x Griffin Langley

Rating: T (Teens)

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Griffin hasn’t seen much of his girlfriend as of late. He knew there was a lot going on with her. Between her twin, finding a missing Source, wanting to reunite with her mother, and deal with school on top of that. After seeing her sent away because of her lack of focus in Thief practice, he made plans to find her. He didn’t have to look far, seeing how she found him instead.

Griffin could hear every muscle in his body screaming bloody murder as he made his way back to his dorm. Due to being champions for the past two years, once thanks to him and another thanks to his girlfriend, it didn’t surprise the Earth-Att that their captain was pushing practice harder than usual. A weary sigh escaped him.

Though he wasn’t very merciful to those who couldn’t keep him. The senior caption had to send Judith away due to her lack of focus. The young Sun-Att looked upset about being dismissed, but she didn’t protest. Griffin didn’t know too much of what was going on with her personally. But from what Zeph told him at the end of practice, Atlas wasn’t speaking to her. Griffin knew how much Judith deeply cared for her brother and for Atlas to be avoiding her like this is probably killing her. It hurt the junior that he didn’t know about this sooner. Once practice was over, he booked it to his dorm to take a much needed shower so he could go see her.

Walking into his room, Griffin immediately went into his bathroom. Throwing off the dirty Thief uniform, he hopped into the shower. Tension melted away from his body under the warm spray. As he washed away the dirt and grime, his mind wandered to the girl who fell into his life. 

Literally.

He remembered feeling a warm, powerful presence that suddenly appeared on campus grounds. Thinking it was some important visitor, he immediately went to find out who it was. That said person turned out to be a girl falling head first into the campus lake. When she didn’t resurface quickly enough, he instinctively jumped in after her. As he swam up to her, Griffin could see how disorientated she was. Delicate fingers clenched at her throat, trying to keep what little air she had in her. He could remember how warm she felt as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the surface. When they were on solid ground, she clung to him, coughing up any water that tried to get into her lungs. When she finally looked up to meet his gaze, Griffin could feel his heart skip a beat.

Despite looking confused and soaked to the bone, the girl was absolutely beautiful. Warm dark brown skin was glistening with water, long brown-black locs were heavily drenched, soft looking flushed cheeks, full lips gasping for breath, and chocolate brown eyes that seem to bore into his soul. Her curvy body pressed intimately against him as he held her. 

The young Earth-Att knew he was in trouble from that very moment.

After drying them both, he helped eased her into campus life the best he could. Thankfully, they’ve met Zeph and Sherya on the way while she tried settled in. Griffin was glad that Judith was making new friends, though he did want to spend as much time with her as he possibly could. When he took her to see the secret waterfall, he slowly began to open up to her. Judith proved to be patient and kind as she listened to him speak, but wasn’t afraid to tell him what he needed to hear. 

That’s when he knew he was developing feelings for her…

Her warm personality as a Sun-Att would soothe him, while she grounded him like a true Earth-Att. She made feel like him can take on the world and come out on top…

A smile tugged on his lips as Griffin rinsed off the suds from his body. 

‘She was so strong, kindhearted, fierce, loving, and apologetically herself. God, do I love that woman…’

After putting some cocoa butter lotion on his skin, Griffin wrapped his towel around his waist and walked back into his room. As he made his way to his dresser, that’s when he noticed a lump on top of his bed that wasn’t there when he walked in earlier. The lump moved and sat up. Griffin couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him.

His adorable little girlfriend was sleepily rubbing her eyes while she was wearing one of his hoodies, which was obviously a few sizes too big for her. Griffin spied a pair of black shorts and a pair of Converse at the foot of his bed. Dark brows shot up to his hairline. 

‘So, she not wearing any pants and there’s a chance she’s wearing a tank top under my hoodie...’

“Griffin...” he heard her say softly as she yawned. Blood rushing else where and he willed himself to breathe. If there’s one thing that could get him going was the sound of her sleepy voice. Something about that particular husky tone as she spoke has caused a few daydreams of a few lazy mornings in his bed to pass his mind...

‘Down Griffin,’ he mentally chided himself. ‘No need to jump your sexy, cute girlfriend whose wearing your clothes and in your bed. At least not yet…’ he walked over to her and kissed her forehead.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he cooed softly at her. Warm brown eyes blinked a few more times before looking up at the towering man. Those same eyes finally focused and widen.

“Oh-I-um…” she spluttered helplessly, blushing as she stared at her boyfriend, in just a towel- 

A mischievous smirk tugged on his lips.

“C’mon babe, there’s nothing that you haven’t seen before,” he teased her. Judith’s blush worsen and she fiddled with the strings of the hoodie.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna put on some clothes,” Griffin reassured with a wink. Judith didn’t say anything as she looked up at him with her big brown eyes. Griffin bit on the inside of his cheek. 

‘Damn, she’s really asking for it…’

His hand moved down to undo the knot of the towel. Judith’s eyes widened and she quickly threw on the hood over her face just as the towel dropped to the floor. Griffin cackled at how cute she was acting towards the motion of seeing him in his birthday suit.

“It’s not funny,”  she mumble from under the hood. The howls of laughter quiet down to soft snickers as Griffin pulled out a pair of boxers from his drawer, slipping them on.

“Yes, it is. As I said, there’s nothing you haven’t seen,” he playfully shot back. She flipped him off as he put on a pair of red gym shorts and a black wife beater. Griffin snorted and climbed onto his bed, invading his precious girlfriend’s space.

“Are you dressed,” she asked. Griffin gave an impish grin.

“And if I’m not,” he said cheekily. She punched his arm in protest.

“Griffin… stop it,” she hissed. He chuckled.

“Yes, I’m fully clothed,” he reassured her. Judith peeked from under the hood to find that he was telling the truth, finally pulling it off. The girl let out a yelp as her boyfriend pulled her closer, adjusting her so she was straddling him as he leaned against the wall behind them. The feeling of the soft, warm skin of her thighs cradling his hips caused Griffin smirk lazily.

“Mind telling me what you’re doing in my dorm, in my bed, and wearing my hoodie,” he teased. Judith’s arms found their way around his neck, leaning in closer. A large set of hands rested on top of her hips.

“I didn’t feel comfortable being in my dorm right now. So I snuck into your room to take a nap. I just found your hoodie in your closet and… it smelled like you, so I wanted to wear something that reminded me of you,” she whispered, feeling a little shy. Griffin let out a soft laugh, leaning in and kissing her soft lips. Judith sighed at the contact and returned the kiss. 

It was sweet and lingering, as if to silently communicate how much they’ve missed each other… 

With Judith finding out her mother is a Source, Atlas avoiding her, and the mission of trying to locate Gemma in order to stop Kane, they haven’t seen much of each other as late.

Griffin broke the kiss in favor of kissing her neck. Full lips trailed teasing kisses to under her ear, one of her hidden sweet spots.

“Ooohhhh… Griffin~” she moaned sweetly. Slender fingers work their way into dark curly hair, gently pulling the seasoned Thief star closer. Griffin lightly sucked on the spot before blowing on it. Judith shivered and rocked against him, trying to alleviate the ache that started to grow in between her thighs. A deep groan escaped his throat as he tightened the hold he had on her hips.

‘Easy there, Griffin. Comfort your girlfriend before you jumped into any loving.’

The junior boy pulled away from her neck to look his girlfriend in her eyes. Arousal and love danced in those pretty brown orbs of hers, just barely masking the sadness she felt. He rubbed her back slowly.

“Judith,” Griffin whispered her name as he began to shower her face in kisses.

“Hm?” She hummed softly, allowing her boyfriend to show her some much needed love and affection.

“You know how much I love you, right?” She nodded.

“Mhmmm… I love you too, Griffin,” she said softly as she gazed into his eyes. Hearing those words never fails to make his heart stutter out a dreamy sigh. Griffin pulled her to his chest, letting her listen to his heartbeat while he bury his face into her hair.

“You know you can always come to me when something is bothering you, right,” he said, kissing her hair. Judith didn’t say anything and Griffin let out a sigh.

“Judith, please talk to me. It hurts me seeing you like this,” he pleaded with her. It broke the boy’s heart seeing her look so lost and defeated. That was nothing like the Judith he knew. No matter how dim the situation, she always had this inner light that would radiate with hope and strength. She’s always there for everyone in Golden Jaguars. 

‘Now it’s my turn to be there for her.’

Judith bit her lip.

“I hurt him, Griffin,” she whimpered into his chest. Griffin squeezed her reassuringly.

“What do you mean, love,” he asked softly. A small sniffle escaped and the dam broke.

“I HURT MY BROTHER, GRIFFIN! After the mermaid party, Atlas came into my dorm. He was accusing me of losing sight of our mission of finding Gemma and worrying about our mother who he says doesn’t give a damn about us! His magick was flaring up because of his anger and it was causing mine to react. I tried to get him to leave so I wouldn’t hurt him, but it was too late! I accidentally used Blood magick and hurt him! He was losing c-consciousness a-a-and there was so much b-blood staining the floor. His blood was on my hands and I…” she cut herself and she submitted herself to her tears. Griffin held her tight and rocked her in his arms. 

He spoke to her in a gentle voice, coaching her to breathe with him. She struggled to get in control of her breath, sobbing heavily into his wife beater. Slowly, but surely, she matched the raise and fall of his breathing, relaxing in his strong arms. Messy tear streaks ran down her cheeks as she looked up at him with red, puffy eyes. Full lips kissed away any more tears that tried to escape the corners of her eyes while his thumbs wiped away the tears from her soft cheeks.

“I want nothing more but to meet my mother and get to know her, but I don’t want to lose Atlas in the progress. I miss him, Griffin,” she sniffled. He gently hushed her, kissing her forehead.

“I know you do, Judith. I understand that it’s hard for you to wait for Atlas to come around. I know it’s hard to hear, but he’ll come around on his own terms. He knows how sorry you are, but he needs time accepting the fact that your mother is alive somewhere. He feels hurt and expressing it in the only way he knows how. You know better than anyone else that he’s not accepting of people, and it will that awhile for him to open up to others. We all know how stubborn your brother is, he wouldn’t do something unless he does it willingly… I believe that he come around sooner than you think. He loves you, Judith. It’s impossible not to love you,” he told her, pecking her lips. She giggled and tried to hide her smile from her boyfriend, but he still saw it.

There’s that beautiful smile I love,” he cooed at her, leaving multiple kisses on her cheeks. She squealed and tried to push him away.

“Nooooo~! Griffin, stop it,” she giggled, squirming around on his lap. He swiftly pinned her under him, drinking in her features. Her locs formed a pretty halo around her head. Her eyes were sparkling in mirth. A huge smile brighten her face as little laughs escaped her lips. Griffin nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his nose. A small pair of hands cupped his face, bringing him closer.

“Thank you for being here for me, Griffin,” Judith whispered against his lips.

“Anything for you, Sunshine,” he said, kissing her lips. Griffin could feel her smile against his mouth as she happily returned the kiss. He lowered himself so his body would be pressing against hers. As they continued to kiss, one of Griffin’s hands crept up the hoodie and the other found her ass. Judith gasped against his lips and he smoothly slipped his tongue into her mouth. The young girl moaned helplessly beneath him. The sound alone was enough for Griffin to feel himself harden against her thigh. The pair separated for air.

“Griffin, you’re poking me,” Judith said, a cute flush coloring her cheeks. Griffin smirked.

“Not my fault you look so damn sexy in my clothes,” he said, kissing along her jaw.

“You sure you want me now? I was just balling my eyes out few minutes ago. I’m pretty sure I don’t look the best right now,” she mumbled, tilting her head so he can have more access to her neck. Griffin rolled his eyes and sucked at the soft skin.

“I’ll always find you beautiful, Judith… and I’ll prove it to you like I always do,” he said huskily against her skin, squeezing her ass. Another moan left her lips as Judith gripping the back of his wife beater.

“Griffin…” she gasped as a pair of teeth lightly bit her neck. Griffin pulled away enough to pull off his hoodie from her body. A white tank top hugged her upper body. He licked his lips, looking very much like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“So damn beautiful,” he whispered, brushing his fingers against the birthmark on her shoulder. Judith sat up and pulled off her tank top, revealing a sexy red and black number that was hidden underneath. Griffin stared wide eyed as she pushed back so he was sitting and crawled into his lap. She lightly traced imaginary patterns on his warm skin while looking at him from under her lashes.

“I’m yours, Griffin… if you’ll have me…” he gave her a gentle kiss on her lips, holding her closer to his chest.

“You’ll always be my little Sunshine,” he whispered softly against her lips. Judith beamed at him, kissed him with more force. The older boy responded eagerly, running his hands over her soft skin. A smirk tugged on his lips as he gave her ass a smack. Judith let out a loud squeal, pulling away blushing.

“You’ve had such a stressful past few weeks but don’t worry, baby girl… I’m gonna give you that loving you need,” he growled in her ear. She shivered and grinded down on him.

Needless to say, Judith didn’t leave Griffin’s room for the next few hours...