#so i started a snow white AU awhile ago

[psalmsofpsychosis]

snow white is stuck in my mind afkftrdklfskrd

[nczennie]

NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Featuring: in this order: Slytherin!Jaemin (18+), Hufflepuff!Jeno, Ravenclaw!Renjun (18+), Slytherin!Haechan, & their respected oc's. Genre: Smut, Fluff Warnings: Overall mature content (18+ only): cursing, making out, oral (f. receiving), Jaemin's mouth is a little dirty, penetration (f. receiving), choking (m. receiving but just barely).

Taglist: @flower-lise @heyyyun @sunflowerhae @neocityfile @winc1ty @imgettinlocoloco @ashkuuuu @marklexleaf @cookydream @dnylwoo @sanisms @juoirs @luvdroids @yuxnan​ @jenyoonoh

"Does it snow there?" You ask Slytherin!Jaemin curiously, watching absentmindedly as he packed his bag for his trip home for the holiday break. He would be returning to the muggle world where he lived, and never having been there yourself, you made sure to ask a lot of questions about the place he grew up. Jaemin purses his lips as he thinks of your question, "I mean sometimes, but not nearly as much as it does here. We do get a white Christmas once in awhile though". You nod, moving to fold the sweater he hands you before placing it in his pack.

If you think back even a month ago, you would never in a million years thought you would find yourself in Jaemin's room, let alone in this position. The last and only time you were here was when he had his way with you against the door after that party; you blush just thinking about it. But now, merely lounging on his bed, helping him in a non sexual way feels domestic and it makes your heart flutter as this is what you've come to want with him somewhere along the past year.

"Do you usually do anything for the holidays?" The Slytherin boy asks you. Shrugging in response, you think before answering him, "We usually have dinner as a family. At least once during the break my dad takes us all to a quidditch game. But, my brothers wife is due with their baby soon so we'll see how things change". You smile at him and he smiles in return, loving having the chance to get a peek into your life. The one he wanted to be apart for so long yet did everything he could to push you away. Now he wanted to know everything about you and your life, and so badly wanted to become apart of it himself.

Taking a break from his clothes, he comes to sit next to you on the bed, "Maybe you could come visit me at some point, you know, if you wanted to. Or are able to," He drags on, becoming less and less confident the more he talks. You laugh a little, "I would love that, I've never been to the muggle world before". Jaemin hums, "Well then I can show you everything you need to know".

He takes his nearly full bag that was placed in between you both and sets it on the floor, moving over to take its place. You smile warmly at him, eyes dancing across his face as you feel him place his hand gently on your thigh. His lips quirk into a small smile before he leans in a kisses you, lips softly pressing against yours. It had been awhile since you and Jaemin had done anything sexual, let alone kiss. Upon rebuilding your relationship you both set the boundary of no touching, wanting to have a good basis of clear feelings and emotions without lust getting in the way. But now as the boy kisses you more feverishly, hand running up your thigh to grip your waist, you are reminded it will be awhile before you see him again so crossing this boundary now seems like a better and better idea.

Without moving his mouth from yours, Jaemin guides you back on his bed, your head laying comfortably against his pillow. You start become slightly uncomfortable in the heat of the room, the sweatpants and heavy sweater causing you to sweat, even more so now that Jaemin is running his tongue along yours. As if he was thinking the same this, the Slytherin boys separates himself from you, quickly removing the sweater that was covering his body. You gulp as you take in his bare torso, now that you think about it, you've probably only seen the boy fully naked a handful of times as you both snuck around and were reduced to quickies in weird places like bathrooms.

You were so distracted by the view that you almost forgot about your own heat, only remembering when he leans over you once again, "Wait," you call out which leaves him worriedly looking over you, "Me too," you state bashfully leaning up yourself to remove your own sweater. He smirks a bit before leaning into your lips once more, moving you back to your lying position, one of his hands holding his weight over you while the other wanders of the expanse of your newly exposed skin. His tongue lazily plays with your own as his hand enjoys the warmth of your skin, moving up in down in a way that almost tickles you.

Finally, his hand comes up to your bra, fumbling firmly with your chest. Having enough of him touching you over the fabric, you quickly break away, removing the clothing without a word. At the sight of your bare chest, the Slytherin boy's eyes darken, a slight groan escaping his lips as he leans forward to capture yours again. Jaemin only kisses you once before he starts a trail of kisses down the rest of your body, leaving his wake down your jaw, neck, collarbone, until he finally reaches your chest.

He litters your chest in small pecks before finally giving in and letting his tongue run over one of your harden nipples. Your eyes roll up to look at the ceiling, mouth slightly part to let out the soft noises Jaemin prys from you as his tongue swirls around the bud before encasing it full in his mouth. He moves to do the same to the other before continuing his trail, kissing down your stomach to the hem of your pants. "I really want to taste you, baby," He speaks into your skin and you move your head in order to look down at him shimming himself further between your legs. "Will you let me eat you out?" he hums out, "I promise I'll make you feel so good," his fingers tugs at your waistband. You nod furiously at the offer, face flushed from the crude words leaving his mouth.

He hums in delight at your confirmation, sitting up only to remove your sweats and everything underneath it, then making himself comfortable once again between your legs, this time with you completely bare. Jaemin grips your things, leaning closer to your core, "My pretty baby," he praises as he moves forward using long licks of his tongue to spread the wetness from both you and him. The moans leaving your mouth sound almost desperate as he starts focusing his attacks on your clit, fingers carefully placed to spread you and expose it completely as the tip of his tongue flicks along it continuously.

Though your eyes have been shut for awhile now, Jaemin keeps his eyes locked on your face even as his mouth continues to work on you. "Taste so good," he hums leaning to kiss your clit before speaking again, "So good for me, want to eat you all day". You let out a whimper, eyes fluttering open to look into his. He holds your gaze, mouth moving closer to your core as he spits directly on your clit, holding your gaze he leans forward taking the now swollen bud fully into his mouth, lips sucking you in. The feeling in enough for you to throw your head back once again, "Jaemin," you call out and you're aware how desperate it sounds but it's all overwhelming, the touch, his tongue, his words, Jaemin as always had a way to make your fall apart at an insane rate.

You move to grip his forearms that still hold your thighs, eager to have a grip on anything to help you feel grounded as he continues to suck and tongue at you. Jaemin pulls up for only a moment, "C'mon, pull my hair, baby," he dips his tongue to noisily slirp at the wetness collecting by your hole causing you to clench, "Wanna feel your hands in my hair while I eat your pussy," he murmurs against you. "Oh my gosh," groan, doing what he says and running your hand through his hair, giving it a pull when he finds your sensitive clit once more. Jaemin lets out a groan at the roughness of your pulls, the sound vibrating into your core.

As the Slytherin boy pulls his mouth away from you, you think you have time to catch your breath, but as you cast your eyes downwards, you know that's not the case. Though Jaemin's mouth was taking a break from you, you found it was not occupied with a couple of his fingers. He takes a moment to wet them efficiently before moving them both to circle at your entrance that was left dripping from his previous endeavors. He takes a moment to look up at you, smirking as his fingers work merely running in circles, "You're so wet I think I can slip two of them in right away," Your head falls back onto his pillow unable to meet his gaze, face flushing even more at his words. His starts pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs as two of his fingers slip smoothly into you. Mouth opening to let out a groan at the intrusion, you're pleasantly surprised by the feeling of the stretch. Jaemin had only prepped you with his tongue before hand but taking his fingers now seemed easy with the amount of wetness he drew out from you beforehand.

Jaemin groans into your thigh, watching as you take his fingers with ease. "Knew you could take it, baby" he gets out in a deep voice. "Your hole is taking me so well I bet I could slip a third one in now with no problem". You know he's right, "Yes, yes, more," you chant out, head so clouded with lust you can't even form proper sentences anymore. "More?" Jaemin hums, continuing to leave kisses on your thigh, "Need to be full so bad, huh?" He complies to your request, slipping a third finger inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. "Fuck, that's my baby," he mumbles in your thigh, lost in the pleasure of the visuals of you.

He enjoys the slower pace for awhile, and he can tell you do as well from the sounds constantly leaving your mouth, but eventually he decides to fulfill his mission. He nibbles on your inner thigh before soothing it with his tongue, "Gunna make you cum, baby," and you know it won't be a problem when he starts moving his fingers faster inside of you, "Want that? Want to cum around my fingers?". Jaemin asks before moving his tongue to flick at your clit in a rhythm that matched his fingers. "Jaemin," you moan out, "Please don't stop," you get out, more desperate than every to reach your high. Your hands tighten their grip, one in his hair and the other on his forearm which still held one of your thighs into place. As Jaemin quickened his pace even more, the sounds of your wetness filled the room in a way that you would have considered embarrassing if you weren't so focused on the pleasure that came with it. And within a short time, a mixture of Jaemin's fingers and his tongue finally brought you over the edge.

You cum with a load desperate moan, pleasure clouding your brain and blurring your vision. Your whole body tingles at how intense it is and you can't hear anything but a loud ringing in your ears. As you regain an ounce of your feeling, you whimper at your sensitive state, using your grip on his hair to pull his mouth away from you.

"There you go," Jaemin talks into your thigh as he removes his fingers from you. "My pretty baby, you did so well". You blush at the softness of Jaemin's words, it was something you were not used to, especially during sex. He starts a trail of kisses your body, returning from the way he came from. Your stomach, your chest, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, until he finally pauses in front your lips, a small smile lingering on his face. You return his smile, still trying to regain your breath, letting out a small giggle when you take note of the wetness surrounding his mouth. You blush as you reach up in an attempt to wipe it off.

Jaemin laughs at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly a couple of time, "How was it?". "Amazing," you say bashfully and he laughs at your shy state. "Good," he starts, "I wanted to make sure you knew how beautiful and amazing you are". You smile at him, it was no secret that past times with Jaemin, while out of this world, sometime his dirty mouth could be quite mean. But in the case of having sex, you can't say it was something that you minded. However, you understand that Jaemin wanted to start off this new sexual relationship with you was built of his true feelings.

"You were great," you start, but wanted to stay honest, "But, in the future, if you wanted to be a little mean, that's okay too" You say softly with a blush. Jaemin laughs loudly, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "Noted". You reach around him to pull his bare chest into yours, "Only during sex though, just because I like to be pushed around during sex doesn't mean I'll take it outside of the bedroom". Jaemin smiles, hand coming up to move some of your hair out of your face. "Of course," he gives your lips another peck, "I'll spend the rest of our time making everything up to you".

"Hey!", you look down the hallway as someone draws your attention and smile when you see Hufflepuff!Jeno walking up to you. You stood outside the Ravenclaw common room, having planned to meet Jeno here before lunch started. Today was your final day at Hogwarts as everyone would leave for the holidays tomorrow morning and you would return the muggle world for break.

The smiling boy walks closer to you and you notice he has he hands placed behind his back, "Hey," you reply back and give him a questioning look. He merely raises his eyebrows, "Want to head inside?" He refers to the common rooms, as the school was technically on break, rules involving the other houses weren't really enforced by anyone and the students enjoyed hanging out in the other common rooms with their friends without sneaking around.

You invite him into the mostly empty room with a smile, enjoying how he takes in the place with awe. You lead him over to another empty room, taking a seat on the couch in front of the fire, patting the spot beside you beckoning him to join. He sits beside you looking stiff despite the fact that he's smiling at you. "So," you begin, "Why do you look like you're hiding something". Jeno looks shocked for a moment before he lets out a chuckle, warmth coming up to turn his ears red.

"Well seeing as I won't see you again until after break, I brought you a present". He says a you can't help but look shocked for a moment, sure gift giving is common during this time but now you feel horrible for not getting him anything. He finally removes his hands from behind his back, showing what he had been hiding the whole time. "Ta-da," he speaks softly, revealing a small bouquet of blue flowers and a small box that was messily wrapped with effort.

Your breath hitches at the sweetness of the thought and you smile up at him, moving to take the items into your own hands, "Forget me nots," You name the flower, bringing them up to your nose to smell before taking in the beauty of them once more. Jeno blushes but nods, "I hope you like them, I didn't really know which flowers you actually like, but I thought these were pretty, plus they're blue..." he trails on and you let out a laugh. "I love them, thank you so much. You didn't have to get anything for me at all". The Hufflepuff boy nods, shoulders finally relaxing, "I know, but you've done so much for me over the past semester I really wanted to thank you and show you how grateful I was. I probably wouldn't have been able to graduate if it weren't for you".

You tilt your head, taking Jeno in as he talks, in awe of his thoughtfulness. "Well it was my pleasure, I never tutored someone who put so much effort in so thank you, and you should be proud of yourself for how hard you worked".

Jeno returns your smile, eyes smiling along with him, but suddenly moves over to stop your hand that reached to unwrap your gift. He turns bashful yet again, "Sorry, actually I was wondering if you could wait till you got home to open that". You look a little shocked but nodded understandingly, "Of course," you smile at him, moving to place the box carefully on the table across from the couch. "I wrote a letter to you that's in there, I was thinking maybe that could be the first one that you respond to". He refers to the fact that you both agreed to keep in touch via letters over the break. "I'm looking forward to it," You smile at him, leaning further into the couch, bring your legs up in order to get more comfortable. "So do you have any plans over break?" You ask him as he follows in suit of your, getting more comfortable. "Not much, I usually just lounge around the house and enjoy sleeping in. I help my parents around the house when they don't work, I usually make time to practice quidditch with a couple of my teammates too." "Oh!" he continues, "I also visit Jaemin at his house every year as well". You smile adoringly at him, "It sounds like a good way to spend break to me. And don't forget now you have to write to me too". You tease him and he chuckles, "I would never forget. Do you have any plans? Besides sending me letters everyday?" He jabs at you and you reach over to gently pinch his ear. "My grandparents have a lot of holiday traditions they make sure they celebrate with my siblings and I every year so I do enjoy that, getting to see them after being here most of the year is great. I usually visit Hyunjin at some point too". You reach over and pinch his cheeks when he starts pouting.

"Hey don't be pouty," You laugh at him, hands staying placed on his cheeks. "I'm not," he tries to mumble out even though your hands squishing his cheeks makes it hard to speak. You hum, eyes lingering over his face before Jeno notices they fall to his lips and and stay there. He can't help the pounding of his heart when you start to lean in.

Unable to help yourself, you lean in a place your lips against Jeno's, hands still holding his face in place as your eyes shut and let your lips linger for a moment against his. Pulling away slowly, you smile at him, removing your hands from his face and reaching to hold his own instead. Jeno clears his throat, "Wow," his face is red as he speaks, "Not gunna lie, I really thought I would be the one initiating our first kiss". You laugh at him shaking your head, "Sorry, I couldn't resist". You smile. "Hey I'm not complaining". He chuckles and you can't help to lean in and place your lips against his once again, this time they stay pressed together longer and your begin to tilt your head in order to better accommodate the kiss.

Jeno hums as he deepens the kiss, becoming more comfortable with the feeling of his lips moving against yours. You let your hands move from his face, falling to rest gently on his chest. Jeno moves his own hands to rest on your waist, using them to guide you closer to him. Jeno takes the time to smoothly run his tongue over your lip, silently hoping you would reciprocate and he hadn't moved to fast. And much to his pleasure, you open your own lips slightly in order to allow his tongue in to meet your own. The Hufflepuff feels like he's on cloud nine. Snuggled up next to a fire, about to go on vacation, making out with you. He doesn't think life could get much better than this.

"I'm going to throw up, I'm not even joking".

You and Jeno pull away from each other, in shock at the interruption. Upon looking over the couch you notice Hyunjin standing there with a disgusted look on his face. You let out a chuckle, trying to calm your pounding heart when you realize it's just your friend, "You scared me". you tell him. Jeno is torn between feeling embarrassed and absolutely annoyed with Hyunjin for barging in and ruining his time with you. He lets out a huff, especially now as Hyunjin looks him over looking absolutely appalled. "You're both disgusting, and you're going to miss lunch so if you could stop sucking face and go to the dining hall that'd be great".

You shake your head, but stand up anyways, moving to collect your flowers and gift box, "Let me put these away and I'll meet you there". Hyunjin glances down at the gifts in your arms, "He got you presents too? You're really lucky I haven't eaten yet or else the food would have been all over the ground by now". You roll your eyes at how dramatic he's being, "Shut up". You turn to smile at Jeno, "Shall we?" He smiles back at you, moving to stand alongside you, "Let's go".

It was just after dinner time and darkness had completely fallen over the Hogwarts castle. Students roamed lazily around the halls and in common rooms, enjoying the peacefulness of the night before the chaos that would come in the morning trying to catch the Hogwarts Express.

As for you, you were glad you were able to convince your roommates to leave the room for a couple of hours so that you could invite Ravenclaw!Renjun over. It may have been selfish, but you would be damned if you couldn't have him once more before you both left for break tomorrow.

That's how you found yourself in this position now, completely naked on top of your boyfriend who was equally as bare, rutting yourself against his cock as you both lazily made out. Finally having enough, you sat up, "Okay, hurry and get the rubber thing," you speak getting impatient. Renjun groans at you, moving to rummage through the box hidden under your bed, "How many times do I have to tell you, it's called a condom". You roll your eyes at him, "Does it really matter," you mutter watching as he leans back up, opening the small package. "I mean practicing safe sex is important so it's also good to know the proper names of everything," he mumbles half paying attention as he tugs on his cock a few times before moving to place the condom.

Though he doesn't look at you, you send him a glare, "How about we don't talk about this right now," you state moving to straddle over him once he situates himself back on your bed. You lean down, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss that is more tongue than it is lips and reaching between you both to find his cock, grabbing it and running the tip of it between your folds. Once you've had enough of your own teasing, you line him up perfectly before sinking down slowly on him. Your mouth opens at the feeling of having your boyfriend inside of you and he groans against your mouth.

"Fuck," Renjun groans, eyes closing with pleasure as you engulf him completely. You hum once you get used to the feeling of him, moving your hands to brace yourself against his chest so that you can start moving on top of him. Renjun groans out your name as you start riding him faster, mouth falling open and eyes coming up to meet yours as you smirk down at him. "You look so pretty, Junnie," you let out, sounding only slightly breathless. Your boyfriend only moans in response, hands roaming slowly up your thighs and around your back to grab onto your ass, grip tightening in order to help move you along. Your own hands begin to wander, taking in the smooth skin of his chest and up to his shoulders. Eventually, one of your hands comes up to grip gently around his neck, not applying pressure but just there for both of you to enjoy the placement. "Shit," He lets out from beneath you, his brown eyes rolling back as he begins to thrust his hips upwards impatiently.

Leaning down, you capture Renjun's lips once more with your own, kissing him roughly, only pulling away slightly to moan against his lips when his thrust begin to angle perfectly. As your grip falls from his neck, Renjun tightens his grip on you, sitting up and moving you both to place your on your back as he takes his place between your legs.

You smile at him as he takes a moment to run his hand through his hair. You open your arms dramatically to beckon him forward and he laughs at the action, finally leaning down, chest pressed against yours though leaning on his forearms to allow him to easily thrust into you. You let out a whine as he starts moving again, regaining a rhythm that feels good for the both of you. Moving your arms to embrace him you let your hands wander to the ends of his hair, playing with it slightly as your eyes close of the pleasure. "Fuck, Renjun," you whine out desperately as his hips speed up knowing he finally found the right angle.

The sounds leaving your mouth become more needy as your stomach tightens more and more with the overwhelming pleasure. "I love you," You let out to your boyfriend causing him to groan, head falling into your neck as he concentrates on getting you both to your end. "I love you. So beautiful. I love you, I love you," he mumbles back to you as he reaches down between you both to rub your clit in rhythm to his hips. You cum with a cry, hands scratching and gripping desperately against Renjun's back as he groans at the assault. Only moments later he finishes along with you, deeply thrusting to ride it out before carefully removing his weight from his forearms and completely on to you.

Some minutes later you find yourself blissfully wrapped in his sweater, under the covers, legs intertwined with his while you arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You lay comfortably against his chest while he head lay atop yours, his hands smoothing down your hair. The post-sex sleepiness was definitely running through your body, but you enjoy this pillowtalk with your boyfriend too much to let it completely consume you.

"You're still coming the week of Christmas, right?" he asks what seems like the hundredth time but you reassure him nonetheless. "Yes, my love," you mumble into his chest. "And don't forget the week before you're supposed to come to mine". "How could I forget," he chuckles, "That reminds me, you have to help me pick out a birthday present to give your brother". You scoff at him, "Please you could literally give him anything from the muggle world and he would find you even more amazing than he already does".

"Hey don't be jealous," he states "He just looks up to me because I'm the cool older sibling he never got to have". You pull away from his chest slightly to glare up at him, "Ha ha, so funny". Renjun laughs at you, "I'm sorry. I love you," he says moving forward to leave a kiss on your hair. You hum, "I love you too". He says nothing but continues to play with the softness of your hair so you look up at him once more. "I'm serious," you say again desperate to get your point across, "I love you. I really love you, Renjun". He smiles fondly at you, leaning forward to peck your lips, "I know". He says simply and you know he does so you lean forward into his chest once more, finally letting sleep come over you.

The hustle and bustle of the train station never failed to make you anxious, gripping your suitcase tightly you tried to take deep breaths and find a place to stand that would get you out of the way of the rushing students around you.

"They're always so relentless," Slytherin!Haechan scoffs from where he walks beside you, a boy rushing beside him having just rammed into his shoulder. He glances at you and you give him a small smile. Seeing a small corner tucked away from the chaos but still close enough to the entrance of the train car, Haechan pulls you over gently by your arm, making sure to maneuver out of everyone's way.

"There," he says smiling down at you as you finally have your own space. You return the smile, placing your bag on the floor beside you. "Got everything?" He asks even though he helped you check off your packing list. You can't help but giggle as you nod at him, "And you don't usually take the train?" You ask him. Haechan purses his lips and shakes his head, "Nope, I've only taken it maybe three times over the last seven years". You furrow your eyebrows, "How come?" "My parents always take the chance to come and hang out at Hogsmeade and reminisce and tell us a bunch of stories before we go home. They're Hogwarts sweethearts". You look curiously at him upon hearing the term, "They met at school here?" He nods, "Yep. They met first year and started dating fifth year and they've been together with me and my siblings ever since". Smiling you can't help but be in awe at the cute story, "They must have some cool stories then".

He smiles back, "Oh yeah, and they're never ending too, I'll have to tell you some, sometime". You blush at the thought, moving your eyes to avoid his gaze but nod in agreement. Haechan only smirks before continuing, "What about your parents?" "Actually they met in school too, like your parents. However, I don't think any of their stories are as cool as any your parents have". You laugh a little and Haechan joins along, "I don't know about that, you'll have to share some with me too". You nod bashfully in agreement.

"Are you excited to see them?" He asks, moving to lean comfortably against the wall. Your smile suddenly brightens as you think about it, "I really am. I always love to tell them everything, you know since all this is new to them, so I love sharing what I learn, it's a lot of fun". Haechan smiles at your excitement, especially since it's revolving around your magic and you being proud to share it openly around your family.

"I bet they are so impressed with everything you're doing," he says and you seem caught off guard, "I-", you stop, shrugging not sure how to continue. "They are". he finishes for you, smiling proudly at you.

Suddenly the loud whistle from the train sounds off around the station, acting as the first warning for its departure. "Well, I guess I should get going," you say moving to lift up your bag once more. Haechan nods at you, "Don't forget to write me," he points, making sure you remember your promise to keep in touch over break. You nod but look slightly confused, "Yeah, I just," you sigh, "The owl will know where to bring the letter?" The Slytherin boy laughs at you, "Yes, my owl. She'll take our letters back and forth". Yet you still look confused, "But how will she know when I'm ready to send a letter? Or how does she know where to go? Will it work in the muggle world?" Haechan's heart pinches at the thought that this is your first time sending or receiving letters over your six years at the school but he tries not to dwell on it, happy he can be the first. He leans over and pokes his finger into your forehead, "You can literally turn into a deer and you're worried about receiving a letter?"

You blush, laughing at the realization, "I guess you're right". The whistle blows once more and you smile at him with a sigh, "Okay, I'll leave now". He raises his eyebrows at you as you turn to leave. Only a second later you turn back around with a confused look on your face, "Actually, I don't even know your address, and how will I summon your owl when I'm ready?" You genuinely look stressed.

Haechan shakes his head as you continue to ramble, "Maybe you should send the first letter, that way I know what to do. But will I have to respond within a certain time if your owl is waiting for me?" You look up at him with your doe eyes and he lets out a sign. Much to your surprise and shock, and honestly his as well, Haechan leans forward and places his lips gently on the corner of your mouth. Not quite touching your lips, but close enough to have your eyes widen and face burn.

He pulls away with a smile, moving his hand to run down your arm and give your hand a squeeze when he reaches it. "Don't worry, okay? I'll send the first letter and in it I'll explain everything you have to do to reply". He gives you a reassuring nod, and you nod back as you take in his words. You gulp, taking in a breath and silently thanking yourself for containing any transformations despite the shock of his peck. You give him a smile, rushing forward to embrace him in a hug, surprising you both. "Thank you for everything Haechan," you say in his ear, "For everything you've done for me the past semester. I don't know where I would be without you. Thank you for being understanding and supportive. And thank you for being my first friend here in this new world".

Haechan gulps at your speech, reaching around you to pull you tighter into him. "You're amazing," he says your name softly, "I just want to help you realize that". Upon hearing the train once again, you squeeze him tighter before letting go, knowing you were running out of time. You send him another smile, "I look forward to you letter".

The Slytherin boy watches with a smile as you turn around, nearly jogging to make in onto the train. It's been a crazy semester for him at Hogwarts and despite how hard it was, he wouldn't trade it for the world. It was a difficult couple of months, not realizing what the deep secret he revealed would spiral into, not realizing what it would gain him.

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🖊 and/or 🧠 :0

🧠 - Medic/Merasmus. I don't even know what this would be but every so often it bounces around my brain and that's the important part. I think it would be terrible by god I'm gonna figure out how to write it

🖊 - umm here's one I wrote for an au a little while ago that i didn't actually expand on. bully me into expanding on it please🙏🙏

Around the middle of recess Jeremy rolls around the back of the building to check the basketball court, cause that’s usually where fights are—and he doesn’t know what he’s expecting but Tommy Higgins, who plays soccer after school and is the size of an 8th grader, might fit the bill somewhat.

They’re hunched down in the middle of the snow, and Scout might see a little red staining the white—he’s on top of some little skinny kid he’s never seen before, who’s only wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans, giving him what looks like the noogie of his freakin’ life. The kid looks at Jeremy an’ cries “tell the teacher”—and Tommy’s head snaps where he’s looking, right at freakin’ Jeremy, and—and he wasn’t sure if he was gonna step in here but he probably doesn’t have much choice now.

Surprisingly, Tommy doesn’t move from his place—just keeps hitting the other kid on the head, a gross little grin splitting his face. His teeth look like little white beetles. “If you’re smart you’ll beat it, Germ,” he says.

To be honest Jeremy doesn’t feel that brave his he puffs up his chest anyway, takes a step forward, makes a fist and makes sure to keep his thumb on the outside like his brother Jamie keeps telling him. “Nobody calls me Germ and gets away with it.” He uses his best Saxton Hale-voice, all low and grumbly, and he marches up to Tommy and raises his fist an’ smacks him right on his dumb stupid face.

—

He sits on the stupid little chair outside the principal’s office—it’s not like it’s new to him but it still feels so shameful. ‘Specially cause his mom went in the room with Tommy’s parents and the walls aren’t that thick. She’s yelling at Principal what’s-his-freaking-name now and she’ll yell at Jeremy in a bit, when she marches out and drags him along in the car to the diner even if school’s not over yet. They’re suspending Tommy two days and still not sure what they’re gonna do with Jeremy—the same, probably. Injustice or whatever. As far as it went it could’ve gone worse—when he was in fourth grade Tommy swung at him with one of the big reading textbooks and knocked out two of his teeth, and they had to take off his braces to fix them and then put them back on and whenever he starts work in the diner he’s gonna have to do extra shifts working free to pay back how much it cost. It’s this whole thing. Anyway this time he got away with a black eye and his wrist hurts a lot but it wasn’t that much.

That kid sits across him. Looking at the floor. His nose stopped bleeding awhile ago but he still squeezes it with a tissue, like he’s worried it’ll come back. Hasn’t said a word since they got pulled in by the PE teacher, who Jeremy doesn’t know the name of since it’s the seventh replacement this year. And, like, he knows heroes don’t need thanks or whatever—but it still pisses him off a little—no thank you, or good job, or nothin’.

So he just stares and hopes he’ll get the message. And he keeps not getting the message, and he keeps not getting the message, so Jeremy stares and then he takes a breath and says: “You’re welcome, by the way. That I saved you.”

“… Thank you,” short and quick, in a lil’ accent Jeremy can’t place.

“I think I should get somethin’. About you.”

“We’re in front of the principal’s office.” He almost sounds worried. “If you try anything I’ll—“

“Whoa, hey. I just got my ass beat for you. Calm down.” An office lady glares at him. “I mean, uh, butt. What’s your name?”

“… Um.” The kid pulls his knees up to his chest, sniffling—god he’s tall. “I think—I mean—my name is Mickey.”

“Mickey. Huh. It fits, I guess—“

“But call me Mick.”

“… Well, okay. Mick."

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I just watched the Elf episode of The Holiday Movies That Made Us on Netflix after remembering that I started writing an Elf supercorp AU for Christmas in 2018 (don’t judge me) and found my old notes app first draft so Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah! MAYBE I’ll finish it this year... (she said as a lying liar who lies.)

*The fic in which Kara’s pod crash landed at the North Pole, 13 years later her adopted elf mother Eliza and her elf sister Alex tell her about her cousin Kal now Clark Kent and she decides to go to Metropolis to meet the only other person like her. She meets Lena “naughty list” Luthor. And Clark and Lois are Jewish.

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Some elves are born to work in Santa’s workshop. Kara Zor-El, however, was not born an elf or even from this earth for that matter.

When her pod crash landed at the North Pole thirteen years ago, she had no memory of a lost planet, no recollection of a cousin she was sent to protect who had already grown up to become Superman, and no idea how to be an alien living with elves. Santa was perturbed as to what to do with a skittish teenaged alien who cringed at the sound of tiny hammers building toys.

The elf doctor, Eliza Danvers, having a daughter around Kara’s age, naturally stepped in to help raise her, teach her elf culture, and attempt to control her powers. There were several mishaps of course.

Kara’s eyes lit up the first time she saw a Christmas tree. Literally. The green pine was burned to a crisp with her heat vision. But she quickly uprooted another tree from outside the elf village and helped Alex redecorate the new tree. And spent several hours carefully placing the new lights and ornaments, after breaking several of the glowing strings of light and the ornate red and blue colored bulbs. When Alex had trouble reaching the top of the tree, Kara swooped her up under her arms to help her place the star on the tree. And she managed to only break one of Alex’s ribs in the process.

After years of being at the North Pole, Kara was actually a wonderful toy maker once she learned to control her strength. When other elves managed to meet their five hundred toy quotas, Kara would have five thousand toys completed. The workshop wouldn’t need any teddy bears for another century, but finding storage for all of the toys Kara built was becoming difficult.

So from there, Kara’s primary job became Elf Master of Letters. She spends several hours each day answering letters for Santa as Santa’s tight schedule and the millions of letters he received each year became too much for the old bearded man. And although she always needed a little proofreading as the different Earth languages were sometimes difficult and much different than her native alien tongue, she enjoyed writing and speaking to children all over the world, bringing them the joy of Christmas.

Alex read over the letter Kara had just finished typing. Her younger but much bigger sister looked to her with a twinkle in her eyes and waited patiently. When Kara saw the red ink marked all over Kara’s letter she cooed and gasped, “That red is so pretty Alex. I know Raymond in Denver will love it! He told me red was his favorite color. I wanted to tell him that’s Santa’s favorite color too! But I didn’t want to give all of the big man’s secrets away, you know?”

Alex sighed and rested her hand on her sister’s shoulder, “Kara, these are your typos. Look here.”

Alex pointed to the last line, “Beleiving isn’t singing. Singing is beleiving.”

“He asked if he could see what the North Pole looks like. I set him straight. Believing isn’t singing. Singing is believing. That was in that one Santa Claus movie you had me watch, which I know isn’t historically accurate or based on true events, but I still,”

“Kara, remember your English spellings. I before e except after c? And it’s seeing not singing.

“Except in some cases like neighbor and weigh. And I just thought! It’s a play on words because ‘the best way to spread Christmas cheer, is singing loud for all to hear!’”

Alex smiled at her then, “You’ll get the hang of it.“

“Yeah, okay so I can’t spell that great, but the writing was good right?” Kara looked hopeful.

Alex shoved her shoulder, “You know you have more Christmas spirit than any other elf. Now come on and fix these typos, so we can go drink hot chocolate with Mom.”

That night when Kara had gone to bed, belly full of twelve drumsticks, eleven pickled peppers, ten cups of hot chocolate, nine hams glazed, eight glasses of milk, seven strudel pastries, six white chocolate goose eggs, five onion rings, four carrot cakes, three French bagels, two turtle chocolates, and a chocolate pecan pie, she curled up on her elf sized bed. Eliza had knit a fourth blanket onto her elf quilt the previous month when her toes started peeking out at the bottom. Alex had tucked her in tonight, making certain she was snug as a bug in a rug in the tiny bed, wishing sweet dreams of sugarplums dancing in her head.

She was content, happy, home and tomorrow would be her thirteenth birthday at the North Pole. What more could her life possibly be, what could be more rewarding than being apart of the magic that brought Christmas to children all over the world? And still Kara thought of that world and all of the little lights that wrote those letters to Santa, the gleaming eyes of all who opened presents on Christmas morning, and she wondered if any of them were like her. If they could hear the faintest sounds of snow falling or reach up and touch the clouds. If they could roast chestnuts with their eyes or see through all those pretty presents wrapped neatly under the tree. If the people of this world could believe that Santa would come every year to bring them gifts, then she had to believe that somewhere out there, there was someone else who was just like her.

That night Kara dreamed of a beautiful red sunset and little baby boy named Kal. It all felt so real, seeing him jet across the sky in a similar pod to the one Kara had found in an abandoned workshop years ago, knowing it must have been how she found her home. She wrote a letter to Santa as soon as she woke up, asking him to find a home for Kal for Christmas.

_____

Kara had been in trouble a bit, always an accident, because really how was it her fault if Blitzen couldn’t keep up with her? He could have flown faster if he hadn’t eaten all of that maple syrup and maybe then he wouldn’t have been left behind! She carried him back the whole way anyway! After she found him three days later in the Swiss Alps.

But this time when she was called to Santa’s office and Eliza and Alex sat patiently waiting for the charges from the big boss, Kara didn’t know why she was here at all, or rather, now she was on the floor with wood debris around her rear because the little chair was a lot lower than she had anticipated. That was the tenth one this month.

Santa cleared his throat and rubbed his white bearded chin, “I read your letter, and I spoke to your mom and sister. I think they have something they’d like to tell you.”

Kara widened her eyes and looked to her mom, “Are we going to adopt Kal? Like you adopted me? Please say we can Eliza. I promise I’ll teach him myself how to control his powers, and I can build him a crib myself. I’ll even chop down the tree for the wood and we can,”

Eliza cupped Kara’s face and kissed her forehead, a tear prickling at the corner of her eye, “Do you remember Kal now sweetie? Do you remember Krypton?”

Kara blew out her breath in bewilderment, “Krypton? What’s that? Is that where I’m from? Is it in Canada? I’ve always felt I was probably a Canadian because I don’t get cold at the North Pole, and I make the best maple syrup every year during the elf Christmas party.”

Santa nodded, “Its true, you really do.”

Alex gasped, “you know you’re not an elf?”

Kara chewed at her fingernails, “Well I’m not, am I? I’m bigger than all of you and I can lift a Christmas tree over my head like it’s mistletoe and fly with reindeer and all sorts of stuff. I’ve known for awhile I’m not from here, but this is still my home. You two are still my family.”

Alex held back all her unshed tears, “But you have other family out there, and we can’t keep you from knowing about Kal anymore.”

So that day Kara cried when Santa showed her the picture of Kal, or Clark Kent as he was called on Earth, glasses askew and a beautiful woman on his arm. Clark without the glasses bearing what she was told was her family crest, the House of El, taking up the mantle of Earth’s greatest hero, Superman. She had crafted thousands of figurines of her only living blood relative, and yet she hadn’t the faintest idea that she had been sent to protect him for all of these years. He had grown up, not alone at least. He was raised in Kansas on a farm, and now he lived in Metropolis with his wife Lois Lane and their son Jonathan Kent.

“Does he even know I exist?”

_____

Kara changed into her best elf attire and her bright red boots that Eliza had made her for Christmas, letting her open one present before she left. Today was the day that she would fly to Metropolis and meet her cousin for the first time. She couldn’t wait, but the dread at leaving Alex and Eliza settled deep in the pit of her stomach. And all of the letters to Santa she still wanted to respond to sat neatly at her desk in her room.

She was leaving behind her entire life at the North Pole. She told herself she wasn’t losing her home, but it still felt like it. Santa’s workshop, Eliza and Alex, it was all she had ever known or could remember. Would it be the same when she came back? Would her room still smell like a gingerbread house and would her stocking still hang by their chimney with care? Would Kal come with her or would she split her time between Kal and Alex and Eliza like some children who get double presents when their parents divorce?

Alex knocked on her door and waltzed in, “Hey Kara, mom made you something to take to Kal. There’s a winter storm over Greenland, you should probably get going soon.”

Kara wiped the tears from her eyes and her sister rushed to hug her. She had to bend down a little and lift Alex off the ground, but no way was she leaving without giving her sister a proper hug.

“I’m going to miss you and mom so much, Alex. I’ve never been away from home for more than a few hours, how am I going to make it to Christmas without you both? Will you even still want me back?”

Alex nuzzled closer, “You better come back because I don’t want to imagine this place without you. Who’s going to lift the fridge so mom can sweep under it hmm? Who’s going to change all of the light bulbs in the workshop when they blow out? Who’s going to drink hot chocolate with me and watch Hallmark movies in July?”

Kara laughed, shaking her head and deposited Alex on the floor, “I thought you hated the Hallmark channel.”

Alex simply rolled her eyes, “But I love spending time with my sister, and I love you, you big sap. I swore I wasn’t going to cry.”

Feeling slightly better Kara shoves her sister’s shoulder, a little too hard and catches her before she falls, “I love you too, dork. Don’t open the present I got you until you get back, pinky swear?”

Alex locks pinkies with Kara and kisses her thumb, “I’ll miss you. Please be safe. No breaking the sound barrier, watch out for pigeons because there’s a lot in Metropolis or so I’ve read. And when you see Kal remember to call him Clark Kent.”

“Got it, and don’t eat anything I don’t buy myself or anything not given to me by Clark, Lois, or Jonathan because there’s a high chance it’s not candy.”

Kara hugged Eliza for thirty minutes after that, and then Alex for another ten minutes before waving goodbye to Santa and all of the elves at his workshop. Metropolis wasn’t so far for her to fly, and she’d be home in no time.

She coasted through the peppermint sparkled glaciers, touched the northern lights, sailed through the skies above the Arctic Ocean, grazed the top of the Daily Planet, and landed atop the small two bedroom apartment building on the rent controlled side of town. Inside the windows of the corner apartment on the top floor, Kara saw Kal with his family, lighting candles, looking happy and calm. She decided to wait until morning to meet Kal, Clark, alone.

She listened into the city around her, all of the heartbeats like a million tiny hammers beating together, all except one. Kara flew the city, pinpointing the sound, admiring all of the lights on all the trees in all of the buildings and all the shining multicolored bulbs lining the streets. And it was there, in the tallest tower of the tallest building, one light shone through the wall to wall window, a small desk lamp in the large office. At the desk a woman with jet black hair and skin as white and fair as snow sat, typing away at her computer, nibbling on the pen in her mouth. She strained her long elegant neck, and stretched her arms above her head before getting back to work.

Kara glanced below the balcony to the street corner, finding what she knew the young woman needed. She floated down to the alley and walked into a coffee shop, took some time figuring out how to pay for a cup of coffee with the paper and coin money that Santa had given her before she left. Smiled and thanked the cashier for helping her, put one of the bills in his tip jar (it was a hundred.) She quickly flew into the woman’s office, left the coffee on her desk, and flew out of sight, feeling a little like Santa herself in the moment.

The woman grabbed the coffee absentmindedly and sipped, not expecting it to be so hot Kara sees her fanning her mouth and frantically searching the room with her eyes. When she turns to peer out her balcony, Kara sees her face, hard jaw line, soft endearing green eyes. She smiles as the woman screams and locks her balcony door as the windows go pitch black.

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“dati” ver i & ii extra notes:

It’s like 6 am and I can’t sleep. I kept thinking about this and I know I won’t be asked so I sort of want to do this for all my other works too so here we go!

*Please do not read this if you haven’t read “dati” ver i and ii!

Originally I was planning on just making mirror houses to NRC... but I thought that was boring so I didn’t. I instead chose to mix and match the Princess personalities with the Villains.

Special Easter egg, The Garden Academy’s Professor Radcliffe is actually Professor Crewel’s childhood friend too. The name Radcliffe actually came from the human owners of the 101 Dalmatians. Apparently Cruella and the wife (Anita if I remember correctly) went to school together? I thought it be cute.

Yuu and Grim actually exist in this AU. My plan for them was to subtly imply they were sleeping over at whoever’s dorm the Reader was in because Crowley borrowed Ramshackle for the Garden Academy. (Don’t worry he made it pretty) Unfortunately the pieces got way too long and I couldn’t mention Yuu or Grim anymore.

Most of these stories are meant to imply a possible romance later on... if anyone would like to request for a sequel haha 😂

I started on Riddle’s piece first but stopped it halfway to start Leona’s. I finished Leona’s, then went back to Riddle’s only to get an idea for Malleus. I finished Malleus then finished Riddle’s. Vil’s went next—which was a first for me. I normally delay Vil as much as possible. Azul was finished in one go after, followed by Idia then Kalim. Kalim is steadily becoming a more difficult character to write because I’m having a hard time finding depth beyond his happy personality. I need to do more research.

Riddle’s MC comes from House Cosmos, so Snow White. I did think about using House Rose (Belle) or House Zinnia (Cinderella) for him. I eventually settled on Cosmos because I wanted a cheerful, optimistic MC for Riddle who won’t pressure him but would cheer him on.

Unlike the other stories, Riddle’s MC texted Trey—since she didn’t know Riddle was studying at NRC.

I knew from the get go that I wanted a House Peach Blossom (Mulan) or House Thistle (Merida) for Leona. I went between both for awhile before finally decided on Peach Blossom because it suited the bodyguard concept more. Leona’s MC admired and watched Leona as they grew up together. Her becoming his bodyguard was her idea of protecting Leona and his dreams.

Leona had assumed that she wanted to be noticed by Farena and made his second wife. Lions often have more than one mate... apparently. I’m not so sure about how this goes in the Twisted Wonderland verse.

One of the lines in Leona’s story: “This is the king I know he is, the king I see inside.” is actually paraphrased from Can You Feel the Love Tonight. Specifically Nala’s parts: “He's holding back, he's hiding/ But what, I can't decide/ Why won't he be the king I know he is/ The king I see inside?”

Azul’s story was originally supposed to include the Eel twins. When the MC goes to save Azul—the twins were supposed to be there with him. When she almost drowns, she was also going to be saved by the Eel twins... but I thought it would be better narratively for Azul to do it so I had to put aside my Poly!Octavinelle agenda. Unfortunately 😭

Azul’s MC’s unique magic “[I am the Ocean]” is meant to be linked to Moana’s song “I am Moana.” I was originally going to make her chant the lyrics but I would’ve wanted to put everything in so I decided not too 😂 It would be nice to incorporate her singing the song before she could activate her magic though 🤔

Azul’s MC... I chose House Hibiscus (Moana) primarily because I wanted the MC to have a super powerful unique magic in relation to the Ocean—like how the Ocean was always helping Moana out in her movie. Her unique magic is actually inspired by Fairy Tail’s Juvia Lockser’s Water Body magic.

Azul’s scene was also inspired from Percy Jackson’s the Titan’s Curse. Percy rescued a sea cow—except in Azul’s story he was the sea cow... (｡･ ω<)ゞ

Kalim’s story was the last I wrote and was the hardest one because like I said... I’m having a difficult time looking for depth in Kalim’s character. Kalim’s MC... I definitely debated on the house I would use. I think I reconsidered Zinnia (Cinderella) again before I ultimately settled on Water Lily (Tiana).

Kalim’s story was based on a personal experience of mine. I had a friend I met on this online game we played about... 10 years ago? The internet wasn’t as efficient as it is today so we had a difficult time keeping contact until we eventually just stopped talking. I recently found them online again though, so that was pretty heartwarming!

I’m starting to vibe with the idea of Poly!Scarabia lmao. Especially with how often Jamil ends up in Kalim’s scenarios.

I normally have a really difficult time writing Vil’s stories, but this one came to me pretty easily! I immediately wanted to pair Vil with a House Chrysanthemum (Rapunzel) student.

I thought it would be cute that they were both very into art except expressed it differently. The image I had in my head was the cover art for the manga “Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan”. With Vil as the model and his MC having been the one to paint him/style him. A personal headcanon is that Vil and MC collabs on a palette together.

Rook was a little... mean in this one, but tbh if he could tell Vil he was gaining weight with no hesitation then... I assume Rook is really like this.

Idia would’ve been the hardest one to write... except I discovered one of my favourite voice actors voiced Idia and I went ham. 😂 (I love the way Uchiyama Kouki drawls)

Idia was one of the instances wherein I for sure wanted to put him with someone who was his complete opposite—hence House Eglantine (Aurora).

If it wasn’t obvious, MC actually is really crushing hard on Idia. She thinks it’s unrequited 😂 She fell in love with him while he was telling her about his games. She was so used to fake people, that when she got Idia talking about his passions and seeing the way that lit him up? She was a goner.

House Eglantine almost went to Riddle or Vil actually! Glad I saved it for Idia because I really think their story is my favourite 😂 It’s cute.

Malleus is always written as romantic and as dreamy as possible. I always end up using insane amounts of metaphors and descriptions for him. My writing tends to go classical for him. 😂

Malleus’s scenario is inspired by this quote from the book “All My Lonely Islands”— "I feel like you're Aurora before she became Sleeping Beauty. You're in the woods and you are surrounded by a supernatural light, and you're singing a spectacularly robust song about Dreams Coming True. And I am a squirrel hiding from behind a tree, mesmerized by you. I’m waiting for other woodland creatures to surround you so I could slip among them and be unnoticed.”

To be a childhood friend of Malleus means that she has to be pretty old too 😂 Hence why I chose House Sage (Pocahontas). The MC is meant to be a descendant of the Grandma Willow.

I was going to write a scene with Sebek in it, but Sebek would’ve made it even longer lmao.

My favourite houses are Zinnia (Cinderella), Eglantine (Aurora), Peach Blossom (Mulan) Chrysanthemum (Rapunzel) and Sage (Pocahontas). I’d probably be in Chrysanthemum though.

I chose Flowers for dorm names because I’m really fascinated with the flower language.

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Hoping For Snow Part Three (Fin)

Pairing: Drake x Liam; Drake x Julie (OC); Liam x Olivia; William Walker (OC) x Katherine Rys (OC)

Word count: 2,181

Warnings: pure angst

Summary: AU where MC doesn’t exist and Drake leaves far before the social season.

Song inspiration: Hoping For Snow by The Vamps

A/N: Third and final part. When writing the original part the thought for this piece came to me, so of course since I wrote part two I had to do part three. 🙈 Please don’t be mad at me. A huge thank you to @sirbeepsalot for helping me with names and dealing with all my screams, especially when I realized the pairing I unintentionally wrote.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC’s, the rest I’m  simply borrowing them from PB for a bit.

Twenty years later ...

“Dad, we have to leave now or we’re going to be late meeting William and his parents!”

“I still don’t understand why they couldn’t come to the palace.” Liam said not looking up from the document he was reading.

Katherine let out a drawn out sigh. “Dad, I told you, we didn’t want to overwhelm his parents with the fact that you’re a king.” And they have no clue …

“I’ll be out shortly Katherine.”

It felt like he blinked from being happy and in love to marrying for the good of his country. In no time at all his youngest daughter had blossomed into a beautiful young woman who was getting married. The idea of his baby girl marrying so young made a pit grow in his stomach. At least she’s happy.

Tap tap tap

Liam looked up with a sigh. Katherine might look like him but she had the fiery temper of her mother. “I’m almost done.”

“Mom says if you don’t get your ass out here in the next five minutes she’s chucking a dagger at your head.”

Liam chuckled. He may not have been in love with Olivia when they married but, as time wore on, he grew to love her. Her fiery spirit is what had set her apart from all the other suitors.

His father and the council had tried to fight his choice, touting that Madeline would be the more reliable and safe choice. He explained that by marrying Olivia he would finally be joining Rys and Nevrakis, putting to bed all worry and hate for the later family.

He’d been right that Olivia was the right choice for him. Growing up together, she knew when things were bothering him but she also knew when to pull him out of his own head. She pushed him when he needed it and knew when to leave him be.

Most of all, they both agreed that their daughters should marry whomever they love.

They were curious about the young man she’d fallen in love with in Europe. Their whirlwind relationship had caught them both off guard, they worried she’d end up with a broken heart. At least we are finally meeting the young man who stole our daughter’s heart.

Tap tap tap

Liam let out an exasperated breath. She really is her mother’s daughter. His eyes met her icy glare. “Okay, fine.” He stood, placing his papers down on the desk. “I’m coming.” He froze momentarily as he caught the only picture of him he kept out of the corner of his eye. He felt the familiar sharp sting in his heart that always came around the holidays. I hope you’re as happy as I am.

Twenty five years had passed since Drake left. It had taken Liam time but he’d finally come to live with nothing more than a gentle tenderness in his chest. The past is the past, it’s time to leave it there.

--

Liam glanced at his watch, his other hand idly tapping the arm of the Davenport he shared with his wife.

Katherine shifted in her seat across from her parents. “They probably hit traffic.” She twisted the modest diamond ring on her finger. Her stomach had been twisted in knots for weeks from the worry that their families wouldn’t get along. What if they hate him?

“We’ll wait however long it takes.” Olivia responded patting Liam’s hand.

“When did my queen become so accommodating?” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“It’s the man our daughter is marrying … I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt,” she smiled, pausing as she patted her handbag “… until I meet him.”

--

Drake nervously tapped his foot against the threadbare carpet of the taxi. Leave it to my son to bring me back here. When William had informed him the woman he loved came from Cordonia his heart had clenched in his chest. Hopefully I’ll be able to avoid any reminders of Liam while we’re here visiting her family.

His fingers curled into the worn leather of the seats as he caught a glimpse of the palace in the distance. Hopefully Liam will be in Lythikos. He always did love a white Christmas.

He sighed as they pulled in front of the Royal Ruby. Of course they would show off their wealth. The bougie hotel was far from modest, with the ornate building decorated with extravagant Christmas decorations for the holidays.

He stepped out of the taxi and smiled as he took his wife’s hand. He could do nearly anything with Julie by his side.

--

Katherine jumped up. “Will!” She shouted as she sprinted across the lounge towards her fiancé.

“Katie-bear!” Will pulled her into a warm and loving embrace. He turned towards his parents and younger sister, his hand resting at the small of her back. “Mom, Dad, Lydia, I’d like you to meet Katie.”

Drake stared at Katherine for a moment; she felt oddly familiar to him but he was unable to place where he’d seen her.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My parents are in the lounge. Unfortunately, my older sister Bridgette is still out of town, but my parents can’t wait to meet you.”

Drake shook his head. He was seeing things; there was no way he could know the young woman his son had fallen for. It’s just ghosts of the past making you see things.

--

Drake scanned the room as they entered the lounge. Who are you looking for? You won’t recognize her parents.

“Mom, Dad, this is Will and his parents Drake and Julie, and his sister Lydia.”

Drake froze in place as his past stood staring him in the face. His heart pounded in his throat as his eyes locked on Liam. He was older, touches of grey in his obsidian hair, but he still made his heart race. Katherine is Liam’s daughter?!

Olivia grasped Liam’s hands in hers. “It’s been awhile Walker.”

“Dad?” Will looked between his father, and Katherine’s parents and back. “Do you know Katie’s parents?”

Drake nervously scratched his neck. “Uh yea … ”

“We grew up together, until Walker left for Texas and never came back.” Olivia said, her tone harsh as her eyes fixed on Drake.

She knows. Drake swallowed the lump in his throat, as he begged the earth to open up at his feet and swallow him whole. “My father was the head guard to Liam’s father, the king.”

Julie stared stunned. “Wait … does that mean … William Walker!” She gasped. “How could you not tell your own mother you were marrying a princess?!”

“Does that mean Will is going to be King?” Lydia asked bouncing on the balls of her feet. She had thought visiting a foreign country over Christmas would be a drag, but meeting actual royalty …

“Oh, no. I’m just the spare. Bridgette is the heir.” Katherine replied quickly.

“Katherine, you know you aren’t just anything. You were just as wanted and loved as your sister.”

“Your mother is right.” Liam said squeezing Olivia’s hand. He worked to keep the smile on his face. He remembered how trapped he had still felt when Olivia was pregnant with Bridgette. Bridgette was his light, but it wasn’t until the day that Katherine was born that he realized he needed to completely let go of old wounds and live in the present. If Bridgette was his sun, Katherine was his moon and all the stars in the sky.

--

Drake leaned over the sink, his palms flat against the porcelain top. Of course my son would fall for his daughter. He turned on the tap, catching the cold water in cupped hands, and splashed it on his face. Pull it together.

The tension in the lounge had been nearly suffocating. So you have to face him. You moved on and are happy. This was the right move for both of us--he has to see that. He grabbed a paper towel and dried his face.

He looked up into the mirror, freezing when he caught sight of Liam behind him. It's now or never. He turned clearing his throat, his mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara. “Hey Li.”

Liam shoved his hands in his pockets. All his training never prepared him for facing the man who had once broken his heart. “You did well for yourself. You have a beautiful family.”

“Yeah.” Drake rubbed the back of his neck. All the years apart stretched between them, the once lovers and friends were now strangers. “So you picked Olivia … I bet Constantine loved that.”

“Oh, he hated it. But Olivia really was the best choice for both myself and the country.”

Drake finally allowed his eyes to lock on Liam’s, a subtle pain reflecting back at him, one he felt himself. “I don’t regret leaving if that’s what you wanted to ask.”

“No.” Liam shook his head. “Twenty years ago maybe, but not now.” The truth in his heart flowed freely, releasing the pain he’d once felt. “Now I know it was for the best … I just wanted to ask if you were as happy as I am.”

Drake stared at Liam stunned, he never expected Liam to yell or shout, he was far too calm to start a scene, but he’d thought he’d question if he’d regretted his decision. “Yeah … I really am.”

--

Julie looked around the lounge. Katherine was entertaining Lydia who finally stopped groaning about wasting her Christmas vacation in a country no one ever heard of now that she knew her brother was engaged to a real life princess. William was busy talking to the king and queen. “Drake, can we talk?” She had noticed the air was heavy with tension and she was ready to learn what had her husband on edge since learning they were going to Cordonia.

Here we go. The moment Drake laid eyes on Liam and Olivia he knew this conversation was coming. He’d buried it so deeply that he never explained why he moved to Texas or who gave the ornament that always sat in the box year after year. He’d become so happy he didn’t want to bring up old wounds. He stood and nodded; it was time for him to explain.

They moved to a quieter corner of the lounge. Julie looked down at her hands, the knot in her stomach nearly stopping her. “The old ornament we never put up,” she paused, unsure if she was truly ready to hear the truth. “ … was it from one of them?”

Drake let out a sigh, his hand absentmindedly running through his hair. “Yes.”

Julie swallowed, she’d expected that much, the next question made her chest grow tight. “Which one?” Olivia had been slightly defensive, but she couldn’t miss the small glances between Liam and her husband.

“Liam.”

“Would—would you—” she trailed off as her throat constricted, not allowing the rest of her thought through.

“No no no. Oh Julie.” He took both her hands into his. “There have been times when I wondered what life would have been like if I hadn’t left, but you and the kids are my life and I wouldn’t trade the life we made together for anything.” He pulled her into his arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “You are my everything and there is no place I’d rather be.”

--

Liam smiled as he stepped out of the hotel, Olivia’s arm looped through his own. The day had surprised him; he had never thought he’d lay eyes on Drake again. The way he’d left had left him reeling. It took time but he soon found himself exactly where he was supposed to be.

He never thought of a life outside of Drake, but he wouldn’t trade his life with Olivia for anything. She and their girls made him happy when he’d been at his lowest. They had picked him up and helped him heal.

He’d long since learned to live with a dull ache around the holidays. Christmas was the only time of year he’d felt the pain that had lingered for so long.

He’d long since stopped staring out the window wishing for Christmas magic to make Drake appear and come home to him once more.

His eyes met Drake’s as he looked over the door of the sleek black SUV. The pain he thought might never leave now suddenly disappeared even with Drake standing feet away.

He nodded his head at Drake before sliding into the car behind Olivia. He never dreamed that he would feel at peace with Drake’s decision. Watching their children together, he saw the wisdom he never did in Drake’s choice to leave.

“Liam, look.” Olivia gasped as she clutched his arm.

He followed her gaze out the windscreen, his lips turning up once more. Large fluffy flakes landed on the glass, melting from the warmth emanating from the interior. A white Christmas.

He slipped his hand into hers as a calm settling over the car.

They could finally stop hoping for snow.

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hi !! these were the fics that I read (or re-read) and loved this month !! feel free to message me on how much these fics emotionally hurt you (:

never coming home by rainbowsandgucci [8k]

“You alright love?”

Louis sighs, and nods, still keeping his head rested on Harry’s shoulder. “Yeah, better now that we’re here.”

Harry smiles then, just a little, and reaches his left hand over to grab Louis’ left as well, so their rose and dagger tattoos that they’d both gotten at the start of the Revolution are showing.

“Always better together, my Honeyed Dagger.”

Louis huffs out a quiet laugh, and squeezes Harry’s hand. “Let’s go to bed, Cyanide Rose.”

Later, after the lantern has been blown out and their emotions have been sated, Louis presses a kiss to Harry’s chest, and whispers into the darkness. “What if you hadn’t come home?”

Harry’s quiet for awhile, before finally squeezing Louis just a little bit closer to him, and whispering back, “Then you know where to find me.”

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy by lovelarry10 [10k]

Harry's a barman at Flaming Saddles, a country and western themed gay bar.

Louis’ a customer who’d like to see if the tall barman is as good on the ropes as everyone says he is...

come together by bottomlinsons [11k]

Harry and Louis slept together three weeks ago, and haven't talked.

Their coming group project is gonna change that.

damn your love, damn your lies by ifthat [14k]

“Of course you’d use your free time to go to the gym.”

“Your idea of the best way to spend your free time is annoying your neighbors,” he laughs, dimples carved into his cheeks like marble.

No, Louis likes to annoy Harry. Everyone else on this floor is just an unfortunate casualty.

“No one has complained except for you,” Louis informs him smartly. Which is actually a good thing. If someone other than Harry had complained to him long ago, he would have unfortunately had to stop.

time's never been our side by softhar [31k]

“Come back to me,” the man whispered in a surprisingly deep voice, his sad eyes flicking over Louis’ face. “Please.” he gave Louis’ hand one final squeeze, then turned around and silently left the room, leaving behind the faint scent of lilies. All eyes were instantly on Louis — or rather, on the hidden object in his hand. Everyone subtly crept closer to steal a quick glance, while some started bombarding him with questions about the strange man. Louis could barely register the questions over his own confusion. He brought his hand closer to his face and opened his fingers carefully, revealing a shiny gold pocket watch unlike anything he had ever seen before. When he pressed the small button on the side, the lid popped open and revealed a pearl-colored watch face with small encrusted diamonds in place of actual numbers. “Who was he?” Louis faintly heard someone ask. All he could do, though, was stare at the gold watch in his palm. After a moment, Louis shook his head and whispered, “I…I don’t know.”

To the Ends of the Earth by stylinsoncity [68k]

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

One for Luck by leavingonatrain [96k]

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

Say Hallelujah, Say Goodnight by alivingfire [110k]

Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He’s seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he’s watched empires crumble into dust. He’s seen wildfire consume cities, he’s seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He’s met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces.

None of that stopped Louis in his tracks.

But Harry did.

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore [113k]

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

[monotonemanday]

Mysme Royal AU - A Charming Prince and A Wicked Witch

Yes I know it’s been awhile and yes I know my posting times never make sense. It’s 3am for me. But here it is! New Chapter. Niicceeee (smirking)

Walking at a leisurely pace side by side, Zen and MC enjoyed a comfortable silence on their way to the main hall. Zen glanced to his side watching how MC walked with such purpose in her strides. MC glanced to her side and noticed Zen's perfect posture and how he carried himself with pride. A great person to have on her team, she thought. 

Moments before they were about to walk through the main doors to the castle, Zen outstretched his arm in front of MC, stopping her.

"Zen, What is the meaning of..." MC tried to argue with the knight but he simply put a finger to his lips.

"Let me listen."  Zen concentrated on the voices he heard from within. He could barely make out the words of what was being said but he knew he heard particular voice that weren't welcomed there. "We'd better get inside."

Zen took off at a faster pace than they had been walking before and MC fell in line right behind him.

"It's very simple, Prince Jumin. You have two options. Hand over the Duke or the Kingdom. I'm offering you the deal of a lifetime. And if you refuse, why, I'll just take them both by force."

The voice made MC's skin crawl and her shoulders tensed when she saw the woman's wicked smile. Long blonde hair like woven gold and piercing green eyes like finely polished jade.

"I would never give in to the demands of a woman, the likes of you." 

The voice was tranquil. Calm. But it had a depth to it. It was firm, and serious in tone but soothing, all the same. MC looked toward the head of the throne room where she saw a man with strikingly handsome features, jet black hair, charcoal eyes and a glimmering crown. Where most people would see someone cold or unfeeling, dignified to the point of being harsh, she saw a fervent man. A man speaking passionately.

"You've tried time and time again to seize this Kingdom and each time I have been here to tell you that will never be so. And I absolutely will not hand over my right hand man just to appease you." 

Prince Jumin. MC listened to his firm declaration. Something was stirring inside of her. This was the first time she will have interacted with him and there was already an apparent threat. Was she to do something about this? Something felt off to her. This woman. Her and the Prince weren't bantering. She really was making demands. And who was that standing next to her? MC couldn't see a face, not even a clear silhouette. Just a cloaked figure. She could however tell that they were thin. Not very healthy most likely.

Standing in the entry way, Zen quite a few feet ahead of her, she watched more unfold.

"Jumin, Jumin, Jumin." The Blonde sighed and clicked her tongue.

"Ya know, you shouldn't be so informal with the Prince. When I address him by his name like that, I lose all privileges of guarding sweet Elizabeth." Saeyoung was walking towards the throne from the opposite end of the room. Approaching not the Prince but a small scaled throne. MC tilted her head and looked closer. A tiny throne where a snow white cat with blue eyes and the most well kept fur she had ever seen sat prim and proper. 

At the sound and sight of Saeyoung, the cloaked figure finally became animated. He clicked his tongue and gave out almost a hiss. 

Timidly V, the Duke, spoke up. "Saeyoung please. Jumin, I don't think you need to deal with this in such a manner. Perhaps I should speak with her in private and maybe..." The man was cut off with a simple raising of the Prince's hand. "No. V, I do think we have some visitors to prepare for. The Viscount could use your help I am sure." The Prince left no room for arguments but the mint haired Duke had some to deliver anyway.

"Your Highness. I'm sure Jaehee can handle her-" Swallowing the last of his words when he saw the look the prince shot his way, V knew it was time for him to orchestrate his exit. As he went to leave, a voice with a mocking tone reached his back.

"Don't worry, my dearest Duke. The Prince won't keep you from me for long. It's not his Kingdom. It's a rental, while Daddy is away. Maybe that's what I should do. Find the King and convince him with my...charms." The blonde haired beauty released the last word like venom. A maniacal laugh escaped her lips and MC saw Zen's arm began to move. 

Something was about to happen but MC wasn't entirely sure what it was. She felt something coming from the cloaked figure. Something she had sensed awhile earlier. Something that felt similar to Saeyoung. 

In a split second the woman snapped her fingers and a chained sequence of events unfolded in a matter of lightning speed.  

The cloaked figure threw one hand in the direction of the Prince, gripping him with an unseen force and rising him to his feet, prompting Zen to pull his sword from it's sheath, prompting the cloaked figure to use his free hand, ripping the sword from Zen, passing it to the green eyed woman, prompting Saeyoung to hold her back from lunging towards the Prince. Still able to hold the sword in the Prince's direction, it rested just underneath his chin. All watched each other in silence, assessing the next move when they heard the subdued voice of an unexpected player.

"Everyone release." 

MC who had been watching from the entrance made a split decision. She was standing behind a man. His hands held together behind his back. Holding a dagger to his neck. The Duke who had nearly made it out of the throne room was now being used as her bargaining chip.

The snake like woman pointing the sword at the Prince laughed in response. "Ahaha. Now who might you be?"

"Someone, you might need to worry about." MC's eyes, feet, hands, her stance, nothing wavered when she addressed the woman. 

"Rika, just get back to your swamp." Saeyoung still using his powers to hold things in place rolled his eyes. Trying to get attention away from MC. Rika, that's her name. Rika. MC made a mental note.

"Well Jumin? Who is this? Is this some charade you had planned in case of my arrival?"

Without lying, Prince Jumin, who still had a sword threatening to pierce his throat, answered her, without lying. "I believe I have never made her acquaintance." 

"I do recall seeing a wanted sign around villages and other kingdoms. I think she is a bandit." The Duke made up a story on the spot.

"Oh. How scary. If that is the case," Rika narrowed her eyes. "You'd better do something about it." She sent a look over to her cloaked companion who released his powers, letting the Prince go, and setting Zen free as well. Not yet lowering the sword, she waited for what would happen next. 

MC gave both Zen and Saeyoung furtive looks, trying to communicate in the most minimal way, hoping they would understand. In the next instant, Saeyoung used his powers to pull MC's hand away from V's neck, tossing the dagger to the side and Zen rushing them, grabbing MC and capturing her with her arms pinned behind her.

Rika then lowered the sword and let it fall to the ground, metal clinking against the marble floor. 

"Hahaha. How fun. It seems you have troubles in your Kingdom, Prince Jumin. I'll come back when you have a better handle on things." Rika left the throne room, her companion in tow, never speaking a single word.

Once she was out of sight, everyone relaxed. Zen released MC and asked her if she was okay, as MC was responding Prince Jumin approached her from where he had previously been held.

"Am I right to assume you are my knew knight?" 

MC bowed in his presence and collected herself. 

"That would be me, you are correct."

"That was very smart."

"Thank you, sire."

"I am sorry that was your first experience regarding me and my Kingdom." Zen was now standing together with Saeyoung and Yoosung had joined. His kitchen staff informing everyone dinner was ready. They watched as their new friend chatted with the the ever impressive Prince Jumin. 

"You think we lost another one to the Perfect Prince?" Zen chided to the others. "It sure seems like it." Saeyoung offered.

And a simple "Yup." From Yoosung. The trio began to head to the kitchen, feeling a little defeated.

"Well, MC." Prince Jumin extended his hand towards her and she felt a twinge of something in her chest. "Let me escort you to the dining hall." 

MC's cheeks started to flush just a bit, when she looked past the Prince and noticed the three men who had helped her all day long. She bowed to Prince Jumin once more.

"My apologies your Highness. I do not belong at the table with the rest of the Royal Court. Even as your advising Knight. It is much more appropriate for me to spend time with the others. The working class." 

Jumin simply closed his eyes and smiled. Nodding his head at his new Revolutionary Knight. Then he watched her run off towards his three loyal helping hands. Seeing them celebrate as she caught up to them. Admiring her from afar he heard someone clear their throat right behind his shoulder.

"So, what do you think old friend?" The mint haired Duke was rubbing his neck where it had a dagger pressed against it only moments ago.

Jumin continued to watch the others silently for a moment. Then he turned on his heel and began to make his was to the dining hall. V following. The Prince chuckled.

"I do believe we made the right decision."

[rainythefox]

Nightfall (Resident Evil WeskerxClaire fanfiction, CH3)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling upon dark secrets. She can't call the law; Wesker is the law, and she can't tell Chris. She is trapped...ClairexWesker. Slight ChrisxJill. (An old FF.Net multi-chapter fic of mine that I’m revising and publishing to AO3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17794784/chapters/41982563 (Chapters 1-3 are up, Chapter 4 coming soon)

Chapter 3: Blood in the Snow

Chris glared at the two women. Their giggles sounded roughly at the same time, grins wide on their pretty faces. Luckily, the Christmas music drowned their laughter out where other people couldn’t hear them as Chris held on for dear life.

"I fail to see what’s so amusing!"

Jill tugged on Chris’s arm. "Chris, it's just ice skating!"

"Yeah…it's skating, you know…on ice!"

Chris's legs wobbled and slid on the ice as he held onto the railing of the ice skating rink. Claire stood graciously next to Jill on the ice in her skates, arms crossed and breaths coming out in puffs. And even Jill had the audacity to stand on one leg so she could fix the tongue of her skate. The rink was moderately full with people ice skating, but not near as what it usually was. There was plenty of room to skate around; meaning Chris had plenty of room to crash.

The Christmas lights casted a magical glow around the trio. The snow glowed under their aura as music played in the park. The smell of food from nearby food vendors lofted in the air. It was the closest thing they were going to get to a Winter Wonderland in the middle of Raccoon City.

"The guys will never let me live this down if they see me doing this!" Chris huffed. "How the hell did you two talk me into this?"

"Because," Jill stated, looking over her pitiful partner as he was glued to the rail. "You said you’d ice skate with us if we went over to Barry's house with the guys to watch the football game."

Claire folded her arms with a smirk. "Which we would have gone anyways.”

"Don't be such a baby, Chris!” Jill’s attempts at pulling Chris away were futile. He wasn’t budging. “Look, I know you have more balance than that!"

Claire elbowed Jill, and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. Chris looked between them with a warning glare, immediately suspicious of their mischievous grins as they whispered. His fingers dug into the railing even harder, if that was even possible.

"Don't even think about it!"

Claire and Jill grabbed Chris and worked together to tear him away from the railing. They pushed him towards the middle of the skating rink. Chris looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide, arms out and waving and legs slipping and sliding as he fought for balance, desperate gasps and profanities spewing from his mouth. Claire and Jill cackled at the sight, skating out towards him. Finally, Chris was able to get a grip on his balance and worked at getting himself to go forward without face planting first into the ground.

"Whoo! I'm doing it!" He sounded like a gleeful child.

"They grow up so fast," Jill joked.

Claire and Jill skated behind Chris as he practiced and tried not to crash. Raccoon City Park was full of excitement and good spirits under the starry sky. Outside of the rink, kids made snowmen and snow angels with their parents. There were even a few families decking it out with a snowball fight.

Claire thoughtfully looked over at Jill. "So…I was supposed to be sneaky about this, but I know it won't do any good. I’m just gonna be upfront. Chris is going crazy trying to find you a Christmas gift. Is there something you want he can get you so he’ll shut up?"

Jill laughed, shaking her head. "He doesn't have to get me anything."

Her smile, though amused, shaped more into an affectionate up-curve of her lips. Her cheeks had been rosy from the cold, but now they seemed extra-rosy to Claire.

"Oh, but he does…badly. Please, you gotta help me or I’ll have to deal with his whining the whole time I’m here visiting."

Jill was quiet, and Claire hoped she was thinking of something. "Well, how about something practical like a new toaster?"

Claire gave her an unamused glare. "C’mon Jill, a toaster? Really? Who wants a toaster for Christmas?"

Jill shrugged. "I really wouldn't want Chris spending any kind of money on me."

"Oh, how about that really nice sofa back in that store we checked out earlier? That would actually look really nice in your living room."

"No way! That thing was like $500!"

"Yeah, you’re right." Claire sighed, thinking. "Hmm…how about a hat? You like hats!"

"A hat sound simple, cheap, and easy. I'm all for it!"

Claire was relieved. "Glad that's over with! So, do you need my help deciding what you’re getting Chris?"

Jill waved her off. "Nah, I ordered his nearly two months ago."

"What? Really? What is it?"

"Well, I went to Robert Kendo's gun shop and had him customize a brand new issue Samurai Edge with a steel slide and a silver-glided trigger just for Chris. It’s a one-of-a-kind gun, made just for Chris. He had one, but it got blown up, and that fucker Irons wouldn’t pay for a replacement."

Claire gave a baffled look. "Blown…up?"

"Don’t ask. Long story. Basically, while dealing with a terrorist, one of the STARS vehicles got blown up with Chris’s gun inside. Everything turned out good in the end, but he sure was upset that his Samurai Edge was destroyed. It was the gun he won that last marksmanship trophy with. He's been using an old Glock instead for awhile."

"Wow, he never told me about that. How much did that cost?"

Jill looked away, mumbling. "Oh, not important."

"Jill!"

"Alright! It cost $780."

Claire’s jaw fell agape and then she glared at her friend. "I'm totally telling him to buy you that sofa and a hat…and a toaster."

"You better not! Don't tell him the gun cost that much. I'm gonna lie and say that Wesker convinced Irons to issue him a new one."

"And what if Chris asks Wesker for that story?"

Jill bit her lip. "I…uhh…I'll tell Wesker to go along with it! Besides, Chris wouldn't dare ask the Captain for the truth!"

"Maybe so," Claire said. "But if you do that, then Chris wouldn’t know it was a Christmas gift from you. He would think it was a Christmas gift from Wesker…sort of."

Jill slumped her shoulders. "Yeah, you're right. I suck at coming up with stories."

"I won't say anything about the gun, but you should really tell him the truth when you give it to him. He deserves to know it’s really from you. And, just so we’re clear, don't be surprised if Chris buys you something just as expensive."

Jill heaved a defeated sigh. "Fine."

"Hey, kiddo!” Chris hollered. “Check this out!"

He was skating on one foot, grinning and proud of himself.

Claire covered her forehead, groaning. "He called me a kiddo…how embarrassing.”

Jill cupped her hands over her mouth, her breath coming out in white puffs. "Pretty soon you'll be an ice skating champ, Christopher!"

"Don't call me that!"

Jill shook her head. "Why does he hate being called Christopher so much?"

"I have no idea."

Chris yelped, and a crash followed. They saw Chris slowly sliding across the ice on his stomach, arms and legs spread out. Claire and Jill skated over to him while laughing and helped him to his feet.

"I think that’s enough ice skating for one day," Chris said, feeling his lip with a finger. "I think I bit my lip!"

"Alright, we better leave anyways if we’re going to get over to Barry's in time for the game," Claire replied, holding back a laugh.

Barry Burton lived with his family in eastern Raccoon City in a safe, quiet suburban community. They lived in a large, two-story house with a built in garage and large backyard. The Redfields and the Burtons went way back. Claire had known Barry and his wife, Kathy, since she was a little girl. She considered Barry’s two young daughters, Moira and Polly, as her nieces. It was the Burtons who helped look after Claire after her and Chris’s parents died, and he was forced to enlist into the military to take care of Claire. It was Barry who eventually helped Chris get hired on at the RPD as a member of STARS. They considered each other family.

While over watching the football game, they enjoyed the good company and the home-cooked food and drinks. Barry's house was full of snacks, good food, drinks, and off course friends. Claire and Jill were just as into the game as the men were, cheering for their home team. Barry left just long enough to put Moira and Polly to bed for the night. Claire wasn't surprised that a few of their STARS teammates were here to enjoy the game and visit as well. Joseph Frost, Forest Speyer, and Richard Aiken cracked jokes and stuffed their faces while the football game went on. Even Barry’s good friend, Robert Kendo, came over to watch the game and have some drinks.

Afraid they would wake his daughters from their rowdy banter, Barry slapped Joseph with a rolled up newspaper and told them to keep it down. However, when the home team scored their first touchdown, the scolding was forgotten as all men jumped to their feet whooping and cheering, Barry included.

The game lasted a couple of hours, and they rejoiced as their home team won the game, clanking beer bottles together. They helped the Burtons clean up for a short time before departing for home.

By the time Chris and Claire got to Chris's house, she was beat. She had cheered just as much as the men, and probably ate just as much too.

The Redfield siblings weren’t home long before going to bed. Chris would be returning to work in the morning, and Claire would to have to take him in because Jill’s shift started earlier.

They got up early the following morning to have breakfast downtown before Claire dropped her brother off at the police department. He grabbed the door handle of the truck and turned to her before getting out.

"Be careful if you go anywhere. We’re supposed to get more snow later," Chris informed.

The sun was rising on the icy morning, but dark gray, overcast clouds warned of more winter weather to come.

"Will do. I think I’m gonna hit the hike trails and run a mile or two before going home. I feel fat from all that good food last night."

Chris rolled his eyes. "You women. Can’t you just run at the track in town? That’s kinda far."

"It’s closed, remember? Besides, I like the scenery out there better."

"I dunno, Sis. Anything could happen that far out by yourself. Might get hurt and no one be around to help. Hell, there might be crazies out there right now."

It was Claire's turn to roll her eyes. There were times Chris’s brotherly protectiveness got on her nerves. "Chris,we’ve taken the Arklay Hiking Trails lots of times and never had any problems. If there is anyone out there, which I doubt from the weather, I bet it’ll only be that old couple Mr. and Mrs. Willow and some of those good looking track guys from Raccoon University."

"Good looking track guys? Now wait just a damn minute, I-"

"Oh c'mon, Chris, I was just joking! I knew you would freak out as soon as I mentioned hot guys!”

“Well, just run a mile around my house.”

"I’d look like an idiot running around the house."

"Fine, whatever. Just don’t take too long and please call me when you get home, alright? If I don’t hear from you in a few hours, I’ll come searching. I mean it!”

"Yes, sir!" Claire stated sarcastically and stuck her tongue out at him.

After her brother got out, Claire drove the truck away from downtown Raccoon City and took the main highway out of the city’s limits. Dreary clouds snuffed out the early morning sun. Claire knew it would snow again soon, probably before noon. It was cold and snowy, but Claire felt the jog would do her some good. She had neglected her exercises since arriving to visit Chris on her winter break, and knew it would also be nice to get out of the house and clear her head for awhile.

Claire smiled. Yes, it was a good day for a jog.

The Arklay National Forest was a vast wilderness that surrounded the city with mountains and rivers for miles around. It was a popular tourist attraction within Arklay County. There were several camping and hiking locations throughout the county, but the more popular ones included the Arklay Hiking Trails to the northwest of the city, off Route 6. They explored Arklay Mountains and provided beautiful sightseeing, rock climbing, and breathtaking vistas.

Claire parked the Dodge truck in the parking area of the hiking trails. The small forest center stated the hiking trails were closed due to the weather. Claire had never seen something like that before, as closing the national forest to people seemed far-fetched. She saw other vehicles in the parking lot, so figured the sign was forgotten about from the ice storm a couple weeks ago.

She climbed out, bundling up in her parka and gloves. She wore dark pants and snow boots and a scarf around her neck. The forest around her was quiet, only the soft cracks of snow falling off tree limbs could be heard. Claire took a good look around. The snow had transformed the forest into a winter wonderland. And though Claire was more of an autumn person, she had to admit that the snow made everything seem mystical.

As she walked over to the start of one of the scenic trails, she noticed the other vehicles parked in the lot, just a few slots down from her truck. She was surprised to see them. In this biting cold and snow, only the determined came out here to walk or hike the trails. She didn't recognize them either. The older couple see saw often drove a Ford car, and they also didn't belong to the track guys from the university.

There were three of them parked side by side, and the models surprised Claire. There was a brand new black Jaguar XK8 that caught her eye. Luxury cars weren't uncommon in Raccoon City, thanks to the booming economy and high-paying jobs from corporations like Umbrella. The Jaguar wasn't one of those more commonly seen though. Whoever owned this car had a lot of money. The other two cars were not near as stunning as the Jaguar, but also were high dollar luxury cars. There was a silver BMW M3 sedan, as well as a dark green Mercedes-Benz S320. The cars were mostly clean save for some dirty snow and mud caked up under the fenders.

Well, it looks as though we got some rich buddies going for a stroll. I hope one of them is good looking!

She laughed inwardly at her own joke, shaking her head and moving on. She was sure whomever owned these cars were not her type and were probably much older. Claire picked the trail that she and Chris would go on all the time, wondering how the snow and ice had changed its beautiful scenery from the spring and summer seasons. She pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail and did a few warm up exercises before starting to jog along the trail.

The scenic trail she took was the one of the longer ones, but Claire knew she could always turn back if she started to get too cold. She jogged along the snow-covered path, careful not to slip on any ice. She took in the sights as she followed the trail. Icicles hung from tree branches, thicker branches held snow. The wind whistled as it whipped through the forest, picking up dusts of snow. There was even wildlife nearby. She could see and hear birds as they flew from branch to branch, tweeting and singing. A few squirrels were out, their tails twitching as they chased each other through the trees. A red fox that watched the snow for a mouse saw her and vanished into the woods. Not far from the trail, Claire saw a small herd of deer and stopped to watch them. They ate the bark from the trees, and there were even does with fawns. A buck turned his head towards her, mouth chewing and tail flicking.

I wish I had my camera!

Suddenly, the deer turned and fled deeper into the forest. Disappointed, Claire carried on, but decided to walk for a bit to further enjoy the vibrant wildlife that surrounded her. Her lungs burned from the biting cold and running, and came out in white puffs as she caught her breath. She walked the trail deeper into the mountains, still seeing wildlife here and there.

The deeper she followed the trail, the more it became deathly silent and unmoving. Then it was gone. There was no life whatsoever out here anymore. Even the wind had died down, and so not even the tree limbs groaned or cracked in the distance. Claire's nerves twitched, and she felt a knot growing in her chest. The kind of knot that told her it was time to turn back. Something wasn't right at all, and she suddenly remembered the three cars back at the entrance by her truck.

I should’ve seen somebody by now…

She halted on the path. She looked all around her, that feeling in her chest getting worse. Something bright and red caught her peripheral vision, and Claire looked down onto the snow-covered trail. A few feet away from her was a couple of quarter-sized blood splotches. The sight of the blood itself was enough to make hers curdle. She noticed the other flecks of blood, and even a trail. The dark red spots had melted the snow into a thick syrup-like substance, and were fresh.

Did someone get hurt?

A sharp, pained cry hit her ears and startled her. Her heart jumped to her throat, nerves sizzling as she backed away from the sound. Claire swallowed hard, frozen in place. Her gut urged her to turn back and flee, but she couldn’t just leave without making sure someone wasn’t hurt or dying out here.

The snow crunched quietly below her boots as she followed the blood drops along the path. There were footprints here other than hers, and grooves in the snow that looked like there had been a struggle. Voices carried through the trees, and her breath caught in her throat with a shaky sputter. She went off the path to hide behind a thick, large oak tree. She took a deep breath to steady herself and looked around the trunk into an opening not far off from the trail.

Claire saw a man, maybe in his forties, with graying five o'clock shadow on his knees, wincing in pain. Blood stained his shirt, and his face was welted and bruised. The blood on the trail had to have been his. Claire’s pulse rose as she realized the man's arms were tied behind his back. There were two other men, and they stood in front of him.

One of the men was thin, handsome, and looked to be in his mid-thirties with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and five o'clock shadow. He wore a coat with a white shirt and a sloppily tied tie and dark slacks. Claire didn't recognize him. The other man was one she recognized all too well. Her eyes widened, heart catching in her throat as she recognized Albert Wesker. The leader of the Special Tactics and Rescue Service wore his dark uniform, the same one she saw him wear the other day. He had a handgun aimed at the bleeding man.

What the hell?!

The man beside Wesker rolled his neck, yawning as if he was bored. "C'mon, Finley, we don't have all day."

"Fuck you, William. I'm not telling you two anything!"

“This is a strange spot to board the Ecliptic Express. The train doesn’t stop out here, unless of course you bribed the engineer because you were trying to avoid us.”

“What?! You’re crazy!”

"You had a contract, Mr. Finley. You are obliged to tell us what you know," Wesker said coolly, the gun unwavering near Finley’s face.

The battered man glared at the STARS Captain. "Yeah, I did have a contract. But not to you, Albert! Just because you killed Crawford doesn't mean I have to answer to you."

"Well, that's too bad," William stated, smirking. "I guess that means we’ll have to resort to other measures, isn't that right, Al?"

"You two are fucking insane! I’ve kept up my end of the deal. I didn't do anything!"

"On the contrary," Wesker interrupted. "You informed a different party about the change in the Tyrant Project as well as gave out crucial information on the Golgotha. That is quite a problem you’ve caused for Spencer and Umbrella, and well as for us."

Finley spat blood from his lips. "You have no proof!”

Wesker bashed the pistol across the man’s face and he yelped.

“William and I do not like our time wasted. The longer I have to play pest control, the less desirable your fate will be.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Well, you never were very bright, Fin,” William retorted with a chuckle.

"William, how about we head over to Finley's house to dispose of his family and make him out to be the killer who shot himself?"

"You always come up with the best plans, Al."

"W-Wait, n-no! Not my f-family! I'll tell you everything; just leave my family out of this!"

Wesker purposely put the barrel close to the beaten man’s eye. "Then where are the disks?"

Finley took a deep breath, his body shaking, but Claire doubted it was from the cold. "I-I gave them to S-Steve Morgan."

"Oh, for crying out loud," William groaned. "Steve Morgan? You’re siphoning information to the Ashfords?! I should kill you where you stand!"

"He’s still in town! You can stop him! Besides, you can’t kill me! Spencer won’t allow it! I demand you two to take me to him!"

Wesker lowered the gun, a ghost of a smile forming on his lips. "Of course, Finley. I won’t go against Spencer.”

"R-Really?" Finley gasped.

William rounded on Wesker with wide eyes. "What?!” Then he suddenly calmed, clearing his throat and smiling. “Ohhh. Right. Sure, Fin. Whatever Al says, goes.”

Finley looked between them, pale and sweaty. “G-Good. Now take me to him.”

Wesker rubbed his chin. “Then again, I hate snitches.”

Finley barely got a plea out before Wesker aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. The gunshot pierced through the woods like a cold dagger.

Claire almost screamed when she saw Finley's head explode. The body fell limp to the ground, blood gushing out onto the snow. Claire covered her mouth, not trusting herself to make a noise at the sight. Her breath became shallow gulps, her heartbeats quickening in fear.

William sighed. "You made a mess…again.”

"I'm running late, William. I'll call Sergei and make him send a group out here to clean everything up and dispose of Finley's car."

"Fine. Next time, let's try to move them somewhere a bit more private. I know he was coming back from the express, but someone could’ve been walking the trail, ya know? Not everyone listens to those closed signs."

Wesker shrugged. "We weren't expecting Finley to pull a gun on us, now did we? He was ready for us. It’s why the train stopped out here instead. He knew I killed Crawford and we were coming for him next. This did not go according to plan. He has been in contact with somebody other than Morgan. We should look more into this.”

"Agreed," William replied, kicking Finley's limp leg. "Goddamn rat."

Claire slipped behind the tree again, her heart pounding so fast, it was about to burst from her chest. They were heading back to their cars! There was no way Claire could get back to the truck and leave before they saw her. And she knew Wesker would recognize Chris's truck. She was in a very bad position. She couldn't believe that Wesker, the Captain of the STARS force and one of Raccoon City's Finest, was a dirty cop.

They were talking about something big, she knew. The Umbrella Corporation was one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the world, and had actually played a big part in the building of Raccoon City. Besides that, between the pharmacies, facilities, and warehouses, Umbrella gave more than 25,000 jobs for the city alone.

Claire desperately thought on what to do. She couldn't make a run for it without them hearing or seeing her. Wesker obviously had a gun and was not afraid to use it. If she remained in hiding, Wesker would recognize Chris's truck, and would either be back on the trail to hunt her down, or heading back to the police station to confront Chris and possibly lead him into a trap like they did with this poor fellow out here. At this point, Claire had no idea what Wesker was capable of. She always heard that he was one of the most honored and respected men at the RPD, with a prowess like no other. Now it seemed he was a two-faced traitor that used his position in law to his advantage.

"Wait a minute. Look at these shoe prints, Albert!"

Claire froze, the rough bark of the tree digging into her back. She dared not to look around the tree. They sounded right on the other side of it on the trail.

"Woman, size seven and a half. Interesting," Wesker commented.

You've got to be shitting me…

"Alright, little lady, come out! Don't be shy! We know you’re here! We promise we won’t hurt you!" William said, his tone friendly and comforting, but Claire knew better. She then heard him whisper to Wesker. "I knew this was a bad idea! We're going to get caught! I blame this on you!"

"Shh!" Wesker hissed.

They went silent, further antagonizing Claire. She was so terrified, she felt she had frozen herself with the tree and become one with it. Her mind ran a million miles a second, trying to come up with a plan, and fast.

"The footsteps go towards that tree. Stay here," Wesker said.

William scoffed. “Psh! Yeah, better you than me!”

SHIT!

Claire could hear his footsteps heading in her direction off of the trail. She looked down, hoping to God she could find something to use as a weapon against the both of them and escape. All she saw near her feet was a rock twice the size of her fist. She bent over to grab it up, making not even a peep. She struggled to keep her throat from letting a cry out. Why did she have to leave her gun and knife in the truck? Chris always told her to carry them, and the one time she didn’t, she needed them.

Wesker’s footsteps neared the tree, and so she braced herself. Maybe if she was able to knock Wesker out and take his gun, she would be able to get away. William didn't seem much of a threat, but Claire didn't want to take any chances.

As Wesker came around the tree, Claire swung the rock. Wesker barely evaded it, his reflexes quick and nimble. He grabbed her arm, twisting it around her back and slamming her into the tree. It made her drop the rock. Claire yelped, fighting his hold, but he tightened his grip, threatening to break it, and she gave in with a cry.

"Well, well, well, this is quite a small world. Wouldn't you agree, Ms. Redfield?" Wesker greeted, sounding amused as he let her arm go.

Claire turned around with a glare. She tried to push past him, but Wesker shoved her back into the tree and held her there. It didn't take long before William came around to where they were.

"You two know each other?"

"Chris Redfield's younger sister. He’s a member of STARS," Wesker answered simply. Those sunglasses focused on Claire once more, and his grip tightened on her shirt just above her breasts as he kept her in place. He used his free hand to take of his sunglasses, pocketing them. A dark smirk formed on Wesker's lips, his gray-blue eyes piercing her and making Claire's bones freeze. "You better have a good explanation for this, dear heart. I'm just dying to know why you are here."

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Double Trouble Determination - Chapter One

(Summary: Frisk has been missing for days. With them being the only surviving member of your family, you go looking for them. You search Mt Ebott and end up falling into the Underground. You quickly come to terms with the fact that monsters really do exist, but what you can’t wrap your mind around is how Frisk gained some sort of spectacular ability to control linear time. And that somehow, you’re able to use it as well?

How will this work, two humans in the underground with the same ability to SAVE and RESET, and the same DETERMINATION to overpower the other?

(Reader is gendered and refers to Frisk as her "brother", but is otherwise referred to by they/them pronouns)

(Soulmates AU))

{This work is also on AO3}

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Chapter One: A Heart Falls

Your body ached as you came to, eyes adjusting as dust settled around you.

The only source of light was above you. Glancing up with squinted eyes you vaguely wonder how you managed to survive such a high fall with nothing more than a couple bruises. Shakily you get to your feet, feeling a bit weak as you adjust to your new settings. Flowers stood proudly beneath you, the soft soil beneath your feet indicating that they had been watered quite recently. You stepped out of the flower patch, kicking up soft dust from the path that stretched out in front of you. With no way to climb up, and a small part of you curious about the path, you start off.

The walls around you quickly start to develop into a corridor, and your hand trails along the packed dirt absently. The corridor ended with a doorway, with an emblem carved over the threshold. Hesitantly, you step through it. Somewhere, a light source illuminated a single patch of grass among the dirt, almost as if waiting to present something to you.

To your surprise, a golden flower popped up from the patch of soil.

Only…

This “flower” clearly had a face- and was currently eyeing you with a hint of amusement. “Well, this sure is a surprise.” It said with a small chuckle. “You must be so confused.”

“I uh…I guess I am.” You admit with a slight tilt of your head. To be frank, this was by far the weirdest thing to have happened to you, and you weren’t too sure how to approach this being in conversation. Instead of asking the obvious questions, you stuck with asking about the reason you were here in the first place. “I-I’m looking for my little brother, Frisk.”

With that, the flower’s eyes seem to twinkle with recognition. He let out a harsh laugh. “Frisk! Frisk is YOUR brother?”

Hope flutters in your chest. “They are! Have you seen them?”

The flower snorts dismissively, his expression melting into a malicious grin that contorted the shape of his face. “Does it matter? You won’t live long enough to see them again.”

“What do you mean…?” The settings around you flickered dark and you found yourself staring at an inverted color version of the flower, who seemed unaffected by the sudden change of scene. A teal light blinded you for a moment as you felt a tug at your chest. A small bluish heart floated in front of you now.

“See? Not even a hint of DETERMINATION.” The flower sneered. “You won’t last as long as the others, nevermind your dear Frisk.” White pellets circled you and you reached for the light in front of you, hoping it would somehow protect you. Cowering under the threat before you, you felt your throat tighten as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. An awful laugh echoed off the empty walls of the cavern, sure to haunt your dreams for years to come.

“Actually, you know what? That’s too boring.”

The settings returned to normal, but you stayed in your kneeling position in shock as you stared at the flower with wide, tearful eyes. The flower winked cheekily. “As much as I’d love to be the one to take your SOUL, I’m pretty sure it’d be much more fun to see you suffer. Especially after you see what your precious little Frisk has done.” With another mocking laugh, the flower dove back into the dirt, leaving you shaking uncontrollably on the ground.

You felt your stomach twist horribly as you realize that the myths you heard as a child were true.

Mt Ebott was indeed the home to all monsterkind.

* * *

The area was strangely quiet, you notice as you walk through the Ruins. The name on the sign was accurate, as everything around you was crumbled and neglected, with piles of dust everywhere you turned. It felt like you had been walking for hours, forcing your way through odd puzzles and mazes, until you found a decent house tucked away from the rest of the Ruins. You politely knocked on the front door, waiting awhile before inviting yourself in. The door had been unlocked, and creaked quietly as you stepped in, with no sign of anyone else in the home. It was rather spacious, and warm, too. A nice fireplace blazed quietly in the living space, and a fresh pie sat on the countertop in the kitchen, only one slice cut from it. With no one around, and your stomach growling hungrily at the sight of food, you forgot your manners and cut yourself a slice. The grumble in your stomach grew as you caught a whiff of the pie. It smelled of butterscotch and cinnamon-- an odd combination in your opinion, but one you were more than willing to try.

The baked dish was soft and warm, as if it had just come out of the oven not too long ago. The ache in your body was relieved the moment you swallowed the first bite, and you could’ve sworn you felt the bruises on you melting away. A fuzzy sensation nuzzled itself into the center of your chest and stayed there long after the pie had been finished. You felt as if you had eaten a whole meal, and sleepiness started to weigh you down. You made yourself comfortable in the huge recliner in front of the fireplace, former worries and stress having been forgotten for the time being. With a sigh you settle deeper into the chair.

Just a quick nap, you resolve, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time…

…The fire was still burning when you woke later.

You yawned and stretched, basking in the wonderful homey feeling this place gave you. You felt safe and secure.

Frisk would have loved this place…

The thought made you stiffen with cold realization. You jumped to your feet, horrified at how easily the home had secured you, how it made you forget everything, including your poor little brother. You couldn’t stand to imagine the horrors he might have had to face down here, while you sat here kicked back and lazing about in dreamland without a care in the world. You rubbed your face angrily, kicking yourself mentally before letting out a sigh. You’ll beat yourself up later after Frisk is home safe.

You carried on exploring the rest of the house, now sure that there was no one here for the time being. You hoped to find a map or some sort of clue that could lead you closer to your brother. Unfortunately, all that you discovered was a journal full of silly puns and jokes, small libraries with facts of snails, and a dusty child’s room that looked untouched. Having searched through the main floor of the home, you made your way downstairs. The stairs revealed a long hallway that seemed to go on for a while. With no other choice but to push forward, you did, after a while coming across a huge metal door. As heavy as it looked, it seemed like it had been pushed open just enough to let someone small through. Maybe even Frisk, you thought to yourself. That small flutter of hope from earlier resurfaced inside of you, coupled with a small bit of fear.

Frisk had already been here, it seemed, and you were right behind him. At least you had hoped so.

A brisk breeze drifted from the opening, and you shivered, rubbing your arms in anticipation to leave the warm house. Steeling yourself, you stepped over yet another larger pile of dust and pushed the door open wider to accommodate yourself.

It was like stepping into an entirely different world. Snow fell softly from a dark sky, but light reflected off from somewhere, creating a decent amount of luminance for you to feel comfortable travelling ahead. It was colder than the house, but you could manage for now. A small part of you wished you had enough foresight to bring a thicker jacket. It was warm this time of year, but you still scolded yourself for not knowing better than to prepare for the worst.

You supposed you still hadn’t learned that lesson by now.

You followed the path up towards a short bridge, with a fence across it just barely big enough for you to squeeze through. As you crossed, a chill ran up your spine, making you shiver violently.

You were being watched.

You spun on your heel and faced the open air, paranoia coursing through you. Things had been silent since your interaction with the flower, but that didn’t mean the entire place was completely devoid of monsters. There had to be some reason why there was no one here, and there had to be a place where they were all currently gathered, you were sure of it.

Snow frosted the piles of dust scattered along the path. Your chest tightened for some reason as you glanced at each pile, wondering why there were so many of them. Each varied in size, but you found it harder and harder to ignore them with each pile you stepped over. It made you very uncomfortable, though you didn’t understand why.

A very long bridge and several completed puzzles later, you found yourself in a place called “Snowdin Town”, if the sign was anything to go by. It looked like it could’ve been a lively and cheerful place, but once again, it was silent and empty, which made the uneasiness in your gut grow. Frozen hands rubbed at your arms through your sleeves and you shivered violently. Goosebumps pebbled your skin, and you couldn’t help but to glance around you suspiciously. Knocking at each door you came across proved to be futile. The air was silent save for the sound of your own pulse in your ears, driving you slowly but surely to madness.

Something was most definitely wrong here.

It wasn’t until you moved past the town that the cold really began to seep into you. All the warmth from the pie was long gone now, and exhaustion rested heavily on your shoulders. Each step was unusually draining, feeling like your legs weighed a ton as they started to drag underneath you.

There was a bigger pile of dust in front of you, perhaps bigger than any that you had seen so far. Unlike the others, however, this one had some sort of clothing on it. Stepping closer to investigate, you noticed what looked to be thick body armor, boots, gloves, and a scarf. It was so out of place it was unnerving, and you didn’t dare to disturb the pile in fear of why it had been laid out on top of the pile of dust, as if someone had tried to dress it unsuccessfully like they would a snowman.

Your chest began to feel tight at this point, paranoia and fear and exhaustion starting to cloud your mind. You tried to push through it, tried to steady your breath and trudge on, but dark spots began to dance across your vision and your body started to weigh itself down. You sank to your hands and knees, fingers numb to the cold snow as you gripped and clawed at it in vain attempt to get back on your feet. It was no use. Using the remainder of the strength you had, you rolled yourself onto your side, staring at the annoying red clothing against the pure white of the snow, hoping that you weren’t going to die of out here.

…And hoping Frisk would be okay…

* * *

Sans had felt the presence of a new SOUL in the underground when it first fell. He had watched her emerge from the Ruins, unscathed but put off for some reason. Even with the fear and uncertainty radiating off her SOUL, she pushed forward. He couldn’t see any LV on you, which was the only thing keeping him at a curious distance now, watching her from afar and shortcutting each time she came close to spotting him. The further she progressed the more uneasy she became, like she sensed something was wrong.

It wasn’t until she got to Snowdin that she had started to slow down, most likely from the cold, he reasoned. The jacket she wore was too thin for this weather. Her cheeks started to flush, and your body continued to shiver in efforts to regain body heat. He was closer to her than he had been before, but she failed to notice as she discovered the pile of dust that laid in the middle of the path before her. He glued his sight on her, hand clutching his jacket as his SOUL ached knowingly. He watched as she hesitated over the pile before trying to move on. At this point, however, the exposure had started to take serious effect on her body as she collapsed almost at his feet. The struggle to get back to her feet had led her to sink down into the snow, exhaustion and resignation washing over her SOUL as she seemed to accept her fate. She had laid unmoving for several minutes before he approached her.

Now that he was closer, he could see the resemblance between her and the kid. That discovery alone made him want to leave her there. And he had planned to, turning away from her and preparing another shortcut. Just as he was about to leave, however, he felt something tug at his SOUL urgently, keeping him in place for a moment.

Sans glanced over his shoulder, eye sockets widening as he saw her SOUL hovering above her body, thrumming and swaying desperately in the cold. The tug at his own SOUL grew a tiny bit stronger with hope as he acknowledged it’s pleading call for help. Its hue was a mix of Integrity and Kindness, which created a color like that of Patience, but darker. Not a bit of DETERMINATION could be found in there, unlike the kid’s SOUL. He had seen that color enough times to have the violent blur burned into the back of his eyelids. Looking at her SOUL in comparison made him relax, letting a small breath escape his teeth as he once more approached the body.

Hesitantly he let his blue magic surround the SOUL, gently pulling her limp body from the snow with a slight lift of his hand.

The whole situation was unusual, and he knew it. A human SOUL never left its vessel unless confronted by a monster. He had no intention of confronting her, and there was quite literally nobody else around to do so either. And how it had managed to call him for help so strongly was beyond him. None of the other humans had this sort of control over their SOUL, not even Frisk. Yet, while still unconscious, her SOUL instinctively called out to his, pleading and persuading him to help her.

This human was certainly something of an anomaly.

The thought was put to rest for the moment as he concentrated on getting the human to a warmer spot. Reluctantly, he settled for his own home. The shortcut was brief, and her SOUL squirmed uncomfortably at the sensation. Her body was laid out across the couch cushions, and he pulled a thick blanket over her before stepping back to give her space. Her SOUL was gone now, establishing itself back into its rightful place.

He rubbed at his forehead silently, mulling over the fact that this girl, who was clearly related to Frisk, was now curled up comfortably on his couch.

…He could still faintly remember the timelines Frisk brought them up to the surface, only to get bored and drag the lot of them back into this hellhole, with only him being aware of it. It nearly drove him mad to think about, but at the same time, filled him with a complete sense of hopelessness. Frisk had too much power, too much DETERMINATION to be stopped by him or anyone else, and Sans was fully aware of that fact. How many timelines had Frisk killed his brother now? How many times had they offed Sans now? That they killed everyone and everything in their path, only to bring it back just to do it all over again?

What kind of sick human was this kid that she was related to? Was she even aware of the true monster the young child had become?

Regardless, how she was even related to Frisk in the first place was a mystery to him. Her SOUL was much too kind, he could tell, to harm even the smallest creature. Her LV was nonexistent, and there was no part of her that seemed threatening in the least.

Of course, he had been wrong before about Frisk.

He shook his head, glancing over her again. Her face was relaxed now, as if she hadn’t almost frozen to death outside mere moments before. Although he didn’t understand why, a small part of him was glad she was alive now, though he wouldn’t admit it to himself.

For now, Sans needed to go check on Frisk’s progress through the Underground, resolving to come back when she was awake. Perhaps she’d be the one to set things straight around here.

He hoped you would be.

[reililac]

Winged Lotor AU: Part 1

I made this short story a long time ago because of a drawing I did. Since I haven’t been posting on tumblr for a while, I just did so today and I want to post the first part of it on tumblr. Enjoy!

Lotor was currently in the lounging room in the castle of lions. He was supposed to discuss plans with the paladins but they were called urgently to do help a nearby planet, so Lotor was by himself at the moment. He had planned to wait for their return, but he was getting tired of the waiting. He didn’t have anything to do and he was done of just sitting, but he had no idea what to do.

“Oh, There you are Prince Lotor!” Walking into the room was Coran with a tablet in hand. “I have to inform you that the paladins will not be here for a bit longer. I am very sorry to have you wait this long.” He said.

Lotor stood up from the couch to face the older altean, “Do not worry Coran. I understand they must respond to those in need, but I am getting a bit tired waiting here” he said. Then at that moment, something came to mind. “Coran, is it alright if I use the training deck?”

“Well of course my boy! Go and enjoy it! If you need me I'll be in the main deck.” Coran informed the exiled galran prince. He always liked Coran. He was kind to him, even when they first meet, he didn’t treat Lotor like a monster or a prisoner. He just treated him like a normal, but with caution. He had even made a bit of small talk with him when he would bring him his food when Lotor was in the cell in the castle.

Lotor smiled slightly at him, “Thank you Coran.” he said. Coran nodded and walked out of the room. Soon after he walked out, Lotor left the room as well. He walked down the hallway towards the training room.

He finally reached his destination. He walks in and it is obviously empty, like he was hoping it to be. The door closes behind him. He walks to the center of the room and summons his sword.

“Start training level from the beginning!” he announced. From the ceiling fell a training bot. Lotor prepared himself even though he knew he would win the first level robot. The robot ran towards him and swung at him. Lotor ducked and sliced through the robot with ease. Lotor composed himself when the robot disappeared.

“Start training level two!” He yelled and continued training.

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“Start training level nineteen!” He panted as he combed some of his hair strands back with his hand. His back was starting to ache. He ignored the pain though. He took a swing and sliced the robot. He fixed himself up a bit. He had been training for a while. Then an idea came to mind. It had been awhile since he had done it but no one would see him, they were still probably at the planet, so he could do it without someone seeing his lifelong secret. He put his sword down and began to strip himself of his armor. When he was done, he was left only in his under pants from the armor and he put his hair into a ponytail. He took one more look at the door and stayed quiet for a moment to make sure no one was nearby. Silence was all he hard. He sighed in relief. He picked up his sword once again and stood at the center of the room. Then he began to extract his wings. His snow white wings came out from the scars that were made from the wings extracting whenever he could. Which were a few time. It was hard to have these wings. There were very few galra that were born with the trait of wings and those who possessed it, were taking away to be tested and experimented on to give other galra the same trait, but up to this day, all test have failed and some of those who are tested die from the experiments.

One of the few lucky times that had happened in Lotor’s life was when he was born. When Honerva gave birth to him, the druid that helped her saw that Lotor had wings and out of fear for him, the druid hid Lotor’s wings until he was old enough to do it on his own. The only people that knew his secret was the druid and his governess. He would have told his generals but the day he was going to do it, they betrayed him and were ready to send him to his death sentence.

He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Start training level twenty.” He said calmly. The robot fell from the ceiling. The robot came charging at him at full speed. He used his wings to get him above the robot. He swung his sword at it but the robot turned around quickly and blocked the hit with his staff. Lotor grunted and tried to swing at it again. The robot tried to knock him of his feet but Lotor flew into the air the robot stayed on the ground, keeping a close eye on Lotor. Lotor dived down towards the robot and cut through its legs the turned around and cut the robot in half. The robot disappeared. Lotor panted. He looked at his wings then laughed lightly. He felt good. He felt great actually. It had been awhile since he let his wings out and it felt amazing to be able to use the gift the ancients had bestowed on him.

“Release the shooting drones.” He said. Fifteen small sphere shaped robots flew through the air, aiming and ready to aim at Lotor. He smirked, “Begin!” he said as he took of into the air before the bots even started shooting. He flew around the room, sword in hand. He sliced three from behind with ease. ‘Twelve to go.’ He thought to himself. He flew above the bots and this time took down three more from in front. ‘Nine more.’ A shot went by him, almost hitting his right wing. He flew away from them. Then he dived down towards them and flew in between them and four of them shoot each other. ‘Five more to go.’ He flew above four of the bots and sliced them in half. ‘One left.’ He was ready to slice through the bot when he heard the door open. He looked towards the door with wide eyes. At the door he saw all the paladins. They all had shocked looks on their faces.

“Oh no.” He whispered to himself. He was distracted by the paladins that he had forgotten about the remaining bot and it shot him in the back, dead center of his wings. “Ah!” He screamed as he tried to land carefully on the ground but ended with his back crashing into the wall. He moaned as he felt the pain through his back.

“Lotor! Are you alright?!” Allura was the first to be there by his side when he crashed into the ground. The rest of the paladins right behind her.

“I… I am fine.” He said as he tried to get up. Shiro stopped him quickly by grabbing his shoulders.

“Hold up Lotor. You just got shoot and then crashed into the wall.” Shiro explained. Lotor quickly moved away from Shiro. He hugged himself, almost in a protective manner.

“Yeah! And you have wings! When were you planning to tell us this?” Lance questioned.

Lotor gave a slight glare at him, “I wasn’t.” He said as he pushed through them.

“Lotor wait!” Allura yelled as he grabbed his arm. Lotor looked at her. Allura could see fear and worry in his eyes, but he showed no expression to expose what he was feeling. He pulled his arm away aggressively from Allura.

“I’m sorry princess, but I believe it is better if I go.” He said. Before anyone could stop him, he flew towards the door and when it opened, he flew through the hallways.

[clown-bait]

Paranormal Journeys (Monster Roommate AU) Pt 9

WOW IM SORRY that took way too long to get out mostly because of work and trips and costume making Ive been so busy I've had barely any time to write. But anyway here it is the big reveal. Hope you enjoy all the violence.

Ch 16 Reunion

Leech continued to sing her song despite the look of annoyance from her captors and the run of her black syrupy blood falling from her nose into her mouth. The taste of it was revolting but she wanted them to know what was to come. They wont even get a chance to float now because there wasn't going to be anything left.

“Will someone please shut her up she's been singing ever since we cut off her finger.” Chris groaned and nosferatu flashed her moonlike eyes in his direction.

“Why don't you step a little closer and try yourself Chris!”

The group turned at Leech’s sudden mood change she seemed less playful and suddenly way more dangerous than her captors originally thought. Chris glared at Danielle who was rubbing Zander’s back as if she had done nothing wrong. The ghost hunter turned away from the scene. He hated this woman more than he disliked the fang filled chatter box bleeding on the wood floor. Leech flashed her teeth at him again and a too wide for comfort grin slowly grew on her face

“Psst let me go and I’ll promise I’ll leave you alive for awhile. Its her I want.”

“Is it me or did she suddenly get way more creepy?” the ghost hunter squinted.

“Well you did cut off her finger dude.” Zander grumbled.

“How long do you think it'll take before that thing shows up?” Rick asked wearily

“Is that a hint of fear I smell Ricky? Don't want that he likes fear.” Leech lolled her head to the side the loss of the ichor from her finger stump starting to make her delirious. Or maybe it was the hunger slowly rising from her belly. Either way her calm antagonistic composure was melting away into something much more dangerous.

“Shut up seriously!” Chris hissed at her as Ricks’ face turned to that of worry.

“But its not Penny you have to worry about, the only way he’ll be tasting you on my tongue after I get out of these chains.” the vampire flicked the long muscle out of her fang filled mouth like a snake dragging it over her lips in mock seduction.

“She’s got a point you cant show any fear.” Danielle said from her seat on a barrel.

“Rick bro you really got to get a hold of yourself that thing is dangerous and we can only stop it if we work together.” Zander placed his hand on his team mates shoulder while Chris glared at the woman behind him.

“He cant help it dude he's only human. Hell even I’ve been freaked out ever since I had that weird dream! And since when are we taking orders from her anyway”

“Oh! I smell a soap opera looks like I'm getting dinner and a show tonight!” Leech smirked and sat up criss-crossed with mock interest.

“Don’t you talk about Danni like that bro!”

“Oh we have nicknames for our one night stands now?”

“Chris what the fuck is your problem with the women I date? Why can’t you just back off dude?”

“Well well you found someones leg to hump Daneille? How interesting!” the vampire mused.

“Shut up Leech��

The nosferatu winked and continued to lazily smile at the group that was quickly coming apart. She could honestly care less about her food’s love triangle unfolding before her. Just as things were starting to heat up a knock came at the door of the barn the group went silent and the vampires long ears twitched upward.

Zander cautiously opened the door while rick picked up an old rifle taking aim just in case. A man stood alone in the snow in the dark winter night. He reeked of the sewer.

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“So you found her what do you plan on doing now”

“Do you really want to ask that Mikey?”

“You-no you can’t!”

“Are you forgetting who I am human?”

“Please let me reason with them at least they’re innocent in this!”

“I’m already allowing you to live sheep boy, they took something from me, they will pay.”

“Just one chance clown please.”

The clowns frowned for a moment then its scowl began to soften into concentration. Mike stared at it as it eerily drooled and clicked low in its throat. Pennywise suddenly smiled and his eyes began to glow. Mike knew it couldn't be trusted it looked too excited, too hungry. it was planning something.

“I will allow you to try.” Penny’s nefarious grin grew. “Yes no harm will come to your fellow humans!” he let out a sickening chuckle towards the end.

“Why do I not believe you”

“Aww whats the matter Mikey? Don't trust your old friend Pennywise? We've been through so much together!”

“Its because of what we've been through I don't trust you.”

The clown let out a musical laugh.

“Try try try sheep boy all I want is to free my mate! Cross my heart and hope to die! Hahahahahahaha!”

“If only you would…” Mike grumbled “Im going to warn them, collect the girl and go.” he said turning his back to the creature for the first time. He could feel its hungry glowing eyes staring him down with pure hate as he walked away from his mortal enemy. Mike could at least try to get everyone out of this alive… even Pennywise much to his own self hatred at the thought. He needed the clown awake and happy and that wasn't going to happen unless they got the girl back. He had little choice but to try to reason with her captors for their own sake maybe if he was fast enough he could save everyone. Even with IT’s reassurance he knew the clown was up to something and mike had a feeling he only had minutes to stop it.

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Leech shifted in her restraints as her captors went to answer the door. If it was penny he was walking into a trap and it was all because of her. She took the opportunity to try to pick the lock on the shackles around her wrists with her claws but gave up when she realized she had no idea what she was doing.

The man at the door continued to beg and plead with the group to leave saying they were all in terrible danger. Leech twisted in her shackles again. Penny was here. She could feel her own skin rubbing raw from the pathetic attempt to escape. The nosferatu shut her eyes and let out a long exhale. Instead choosing to try to determine who the lone stranger was. His voice was quite familiar and his scent was of dust old paper and a faint hint of smoke. The librarian? What was he doing here?

The vampire’s question went unanswered when she heard a click and felt a release of pressure from the taught chain attaching her to the wall and the shackles on her wrists. Her eyes flew open wide and feral and she began to chuckle. her laughter grew louder and louder as she got to her feet and metal crashed to the wood floor. A pair of yellow eyes faded into darkness behind her. Leech’s laughter started to grow manic as she cackled into the ceiling and her claws and fangs grew long and sharp. Mike stepped back in surprise at the sight before him taking note of the faint yellow glow of the two orbs in the darkness next to her. Leech began to full on scream laugh before snapping her head forward and lunging full speed straight at Danielle who was scrambling back behind the barrel she had only moments ago been sitting on.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHES LOOSE?! WHO THE FUCK WAS WATCHING HER?” the she-wolf screamed as leech leaped into the rafters above slashing out lanterns and blanketing the room in darkness save for a few flash lights held by Rick and Zander.

“wWhatever you do, DO NOT lose sight of her!”

Rick’s flashlight began to shake as he shined it on Zander who shot him and a terrified looking Chris a puzzled look. Two white gloves came out of the darkness and came to rest on the ghost hunters shoulders.

“Little Zander Mcpherson. My my my its been a looooonngg time hasn't it? Why I remember last we met you were but a little insignificant snack! Had to find something much bigger and much tastier than you.” a sing song voice rang out in the darkness Zander twisted around in the clowns grip to stare at it in both rage and horror.  

“N-no no way bro don't you dare talk about my sister.”

“Tasty tasty little girl she was, you should have seen her face when I took it off.”

The clown chuckled to himself and backed away into the dark his voice becoming more distant

“Why don't I show you! How about a little family reunion!”

A young girl maybe 12 or 13 years old walked out of the dark her face horribly disfigured as if she had been mauled by a mad dog. Bits of flesh hung off her skull and a chunk of her cheek flapped free just below her missing eyes. Zander began to sob.

As the clown created a beautiful distraction a pale grey spindly form dropped from the barn rafters in front of Danielle. Who shined a lantern in the direction of the creature she could just barely make out the claws and long sharp teeth but her eerie reflective eyes lit up in the dim lamplight like a  wild fox in the dark.

Leech began a horrific cackle as she approached her captor stalking towards her theatrically  twitching her claws here and there in restraint.

“Ya wanna know what real torture is like Danielle? Ya wanna know how the professionals do it?”

The werewolf scrambled back with as much strength as she could muster but a taloned foot stabbed into her calf and yanked her back as the nosferatu slammed her claws into the wood floor by her face caging the she wolf in.

“Down below they don't just tear out your guts like savage beasts. Down there they do it my way dog. They go for what hurts. You ever have your nerves severed just so? Your tendons plucked at like guitar strings?” leech cooed at the girl trying to get away but each time she moved the talon in her leg pushed in deeper causing the alpha werewolf to howl in agony. “You know they played stairway to heaven on my right arm while I was down there? I gotta give those boys props they do good work, and after a few days being torn apart and stitched back together I got to try a little myself.” the vampire seemed to be swallowing something back as if teetering on the line of control. A little too far one direction and she’d be sure to fall into total beastial insanity. The other inhabitants in the room seemed to pause their scuffle and listen in on the exchange, even Pennywise cocked an eyebrow in her direction when he heard the cry of pain from the she-wolfs lips. Leech dug her foot talons in once more wiggling them a bit to add extra insult to injury. She caught the she-wolf’s arm and began to gently stretch it out positioning the razor tips her claws over Danielle’s writs pin pricking the skin just so. “First you slice open the skin and peel it back.” the vampire ghosted the long pointed talon of her hand down the werewolf’s forearm. “Then I’d get to play a little tune.” she placed her claws back into position lightly fingering out guitar chords over the sensitive soft under-skin of the girls wrist. Danielle struggled and squirmed earning her a dissatisfied hiss from the creature holding her down. Leech grabbed the wolf’s face and dragged her fangs across the skin of her ear.  “Don't you dare move now unless you want me to do it for real. Oh, and don't. Fucking. Scream.”

As Danielle let out a terrified shriek, Leech screamed back in her face just before something cold and metal pushed against the side of her head and fired. Rick stood shaking holding the old smoking rifle as the vampire dropped limp to the floor with a horrible thud that made Pennywise quickly shift back to his preferred form and roar in agony. His charge ended as soon as it began when his mate began to float up the ichor leaking from her face reversed its direction and a bullet was caught in her fangs. As she drifted upright her head snapped to the side at Rick eyes abnormally wide glowing sickly yellow while her face remained horrible and skeletal. Too many teeth began to split at the wound in her cheek. When she shrieked it was unlike anything anyone had heard before. Her voice sounded like fifty beings at once all screaming over each other and it was very clear that the creature known as Leech was no longer present in the room. She lunged at rick with horrible unpredictable speed latching her long sharp fangs into the man’s neck and began to suck with an unrivaled hunger, the wound in her head slowly closing its self with each greedy gulp.

Pennywise watched with almost amazement as if he had just made a life changing discovery and his mind had been completely blown. mike called out to him from a nearby window breaking the creature from its awestruck state.

“WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING CLOWN?” the librarian shouted.

“I-I created something. For the first time.” he stuttered a bit still wide eyed and slightly quiet.

“Her? You created her?!” Mike asked frantically as he turned away from the horrifying scene of people he had just spoken to being ran through a living paper shredder.

“No.” Pennywise replied quietly “Not her…..them.”

“What the hell does that mean?!”

When the clown didn't answer Mike tried another question. “I thought you said no harm will come to them!” he shouted finally getting the clown’s attention.

“No harm will come from me Mikey, Leechie on the other hand isn't part of our little deal.” he grinned as a woman’s horrified screaming was being mixed with the sound of wet tearing and crunching bones.

“You sick bastard both of you!” the librarian turned his back to the window “Is she like you are there more of you?”

“Why are you still here?” the clown growled refusing to answer Mike’s question. Pennywise pushed off the wall and made his way into the bloody massacre picking up the loose chain still attached to the shackle on Leech’s neck. He gave it a harsh yank back as she began to descend upon a mortified sobbing Chris and Leech clattered to the floor backwards in a mess of razor tipped limbs. The vampires claws came up to her neck and scratched frantically at the shackle earning her another hard pull backwards till she was on her knees near the clowns feet. Penny quickly pushed her to the ground roaring so loud his face began to split and the walls creaked from the vibrations. The two began a screaming match of terrifying proportions until the struggling possessed creature below the clown calmed in the shining light now emerging from Pennywise’s throat. His grip on her chain grew slack moving to caress her shoulders and hold her in his arms as the yellow lights in her eyes began to dim. He gently placed a hand on her abdomen while creating a trill like churr in his throat until finally the lights in his mate’s eyes sunk down till nothing was left but dazed glossy blues. Leech mumbled something about kidneys as she slowly came back to reality, a theatrical voice she knew well brought her back to full consciousness.

“Its time to wake up little hunter.” he said as he pushed his nose and lips onto her temples.

“Snuggle muffin?” Leech shut her weary eyes tight and purred as Penny’s own eyes flew open dropping his mate immediately.

“PEACHY! Not in font of the food!” he snarled gesturing to Mike who had braced himself against the window pane both in nausea and laughter.

The vampire grinned wide and raised her eyebrows at him. Penny looked furious.

“Once again I get you out of trouble and this is the thanks I get?” he snarled pulling the chain and bringing the exhausted Leech up to his fangs.

“I got shot in the face and lost a finger for you I think were even.” she grinned at him unable to turn the relentless taunting off.

“Only because you never listen.” the clown grumbled

“Looks like someones a little tense hmmm Ruffle Wuffles?” Leech teased him boop-ing the eldritch horror right on the nose as Penny winced at the pet name.

“I shouldn't have saved you.”

“Like you would have lasted more than a week without me.” the vampire wheezed. Pennywise pulled on her chain again holding her inches away from his face.

“Little brat!” he snarled hot puffs of air washed over Leech’s face.

“Your little brat.” she whispered into his lips as her claws tangled into her clowns hair. Their lips reunited with fresh heated tension the clown letting out a soft groan into her mouth half in annoyance half in secret relief.

“well thats a sound ill never be able to un-hear”

Penny and Leech’s lips separated abruptly and leech glared at the librarian now standing in the doorway trying to light a hanging lantern to survey the damage. He knew the others were dead what he didn't not know was they offending team of ghost hunters were just piles of uneaten shredded flesh laying all around him.

“I wouldn't if I were you Mikey.”

“Unless you can stomach leftover hamburger.” Leech added with a chuckle and turned to her mate “Hey by the way I have like no memory of half that fight what the hells been going on?

“I also demand answers!” Mike yelled as he regained his composure the door slammed behind him locking from the outside. Pennywise placed his confused mate on the ground and a menacing grin grew across his face. “What are you doing let me out we had a deal!” Mike shouted tugging at the door.

“Hush Mikey I’ve changed my mind. Besides the other one got away and its rude to take someones meal before they're finished.” the clown was right Chris was nowhere to be seen even in the darkness of the barn.

“You bastard!” Mike hissed

“Just providing for my family Mikey. What kind of father would I be if I didn't bring my mate fresh meat for our growing brood?” Pennywise grinned beginning to step out of the light when a voice broke his assault. His favorite voice. Only this time he was in deep deep trouble.

“EXCUSE ME WHAT?!”

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I think someones sleeping on the couch again tonight.

[moodring89]

Snow White & Bambi

Pairing: Yoonji x Reader (F X F) Rated: M / NC-17 Genre: Gender bend!AU, College!AU Warnings:  Lots of anxiety, panic attack mentions Summary: She wasn’t even looking at you, but she might one day. In a classroom consisting of only twenty students, Min Yoonji might see you at the front of the room, skimming over words that weren’t yours, but were still riddled with meaningful similarities. An inside joke with yourself – that Yoonji was a lot like a Disney princess, visually anyway.   ‘She was a princess, who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore, they named her Snow White.’

Sequel: Dragons & Bambi

A/N: I would like to say right now that I do not know shit about college or college basketball. This is a work of fiction, so just go with it. Also, some of the Brothers Grimm pieces were adjusted to befit the story more, so go with that, too.   

Snow White & Bambi

Why was it that every time you saw her, your mouth went dry? Breathing was a simple task for most and yet, your lungs felt constricted, and useless. She was new three months ago, a transfer student from Daegu. You could hear it in the lazy slur of her words, whenever she’d been asked to read aloud during Literature class. Today you’d been called up and it was ironic that you found yourself reciting one of the Brothers Grimm best tales, eyes lifting from each line just to catch a glimpse of pale skin and soft black hair. She wasn’t even looking at you, but she might one day. In a classroom consisting of only twenty students, Min Yoonji might see you at the front of the room, skimming over words that weren’t yours, but were still riddled with meaningful similarities. An inside joke with yourself – that Yoonji was a lot like a Disney princess, visually anyway.   ‘She was a princess, who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore, they named her Snow White.’ Yoonji’s skin was like fallen snow, like a cloud had permanently muddled her skin with its shadow. She was an ice storm with a calm that comes after and not a second before. There was no fair amount of subtlety to her existence. Bored, catlike eyes remained focused on the rain tapping on the window, as a pink tongue slid out across her bottom lip, before she returned to doing that pout-thing that made you forget how to breathe. It caused your voice to tremble throughout the next paragraph, which was enough to raise interest when the professor lifted his head with concern. Could you imagine? Nah, it’s all good, professor – it’s just that my gay ass is currently invested in being tongue fucked by Yoonji, is all. Please, go back to your Subway menu. You’d decided a long time ago that something had to change. Even if you knew that you would have to be the one to make the first approach, it was still difficult to follow through with it. And you weren’t the most articulate with your words. Yoonji was weighed the second she arrived, the popular girls trying her out, and passing her up once they realized that she was of the musically creative and athletic sort. One would think that the two would contradict itself, but it didn’t. Not when Yoonji played, whether it was in the music room on the piano, or out on the court. It made you question yourself, wondering what the hell you were good at, except pining. The class ended with the tale going unfinished and would be saved for tomorrow. You placed the book inside your bag and stalled in leaving, wondering if Yoonji would actually eat lunch today, or if she’d skip. Skipping meals was a too common occurrence with her, which worried you. Did she not have money? Did she not like the food…? A shoulder nudged into yours, the impact nearly sending you into the lockers with a shrill. Jimin was pleased with herself, “Allow me to help you be less obvious.” Your only friend was pure evil and a part of you believed Jimin only befriended you, because you were woefully short. She’d once said you did ‘something’ for her legs? So, really, you were a walking favor that Jimin cashed in on every single day. Rubbing at your sore arm, you continued down the hall, “I think being obvious would only improve my situation, really.” “Try rolling your skirt up a few inches,” Jimin said, knocking into you out of habit. She was a clingy, hands-on friend, who was chock-full of platonic kisses, and hugs. “She might be straight,” you reasoned. Although, doing something more with the school uniform might help you standout a bit more. “Yeah, but my gaydar doesn’t pick up false signals, sweetie,” she grinned, before patting away at the same shoulder she’d just slammed into the locker. You winced. “Hey, Yoonji!” Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. Fuck, no. The girl paused at the end of the hallway, short black hair falling over her shoulder when she turned. Jimin gestured enthusiastically, “Come here.” You were in your friend’s stupid mochi face, cursing low, “The fuck you doing?” “Helping. I mean, it’s this, or nothing happens, ever.” She looked at you seriously, “Remember what happened with Jeongguk?” “Uhm, yeah. You slut dropped on his dick and now you own it.” “That’s right. Now slut drop.” Yoonji approached, expression as vacant and uninterested as her voice, “You beckoned?” “I did, yeah. Wanna join us for lunch?” It was effortless, you thought, watching Jimin in awe. Even if she was your only friend, you certainly weren’t hers, and this was probably the reason. Yoonji was taking awhile to answer, a brief look of confusion flitting across her face, before turning glacial. You could see it so well, the storm reflecting beneath the surface of her pale skin. You decided to save her, throwing her a lifeline, “You probably have other things…” “You know what? Yeah,” Yoonji answered, staring directly at you – her words were tired and rough like gravel, easily droning you out. “I’ll join you.” “What a relief! My friend here was starting to think you were a vampire,” Jimin teased, purposefully slowing in her steps, so that Yoonji could comfortably walk with you. “Talked about calling in reinforcements, like Van Helsing or something, like a big ol’ nerd…” You shook your head, denying it, “I don’t have those connections.” “That’s a shame,” Yoonji sighed heavily, as though the small walk to the cafeteria was enough to wind her. “…since I’m Dracula’s third cousin.” Jimin played along well, well enough to make you feel envious all over again. “But you take sunlight like a pro.” “The power of the right BB cream.” Unbelievably hot were Min Yoonji’s blasé responses. She’d stated it so casually that it was almost deemed feasible in your tragically gullible mind. Forget Princess Yoonji, upgrade to Vampire Princess Yoonji, please. Thank you, brain. “This line is ridiculous. All the salad bowls are gonna be gone,” Jimin whined, stomping her foot like a child, latching onto you – swinging your linked arms around for good measure. Yoonji’s sleepy, feline eyes remained fixed on you the whole time, finally, finally watching you. She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip, contemplative, “I’m probably not gonna eat. I’ll go find us a table?” “Sounds good,” Jimin said, saluting Yoonji with her free hand. This was your chance to spoil her, even if it was with food, which – what better way, really? You would just double up on everything you usually get and then offer it up like it was a mistake. “So, like, this was all very easy, wasn’t it?” Jimin was smug and a smug Jimin was…eh, whatever, it was fine. You let her have her moment. “It kinda was, yeah,” you said, agreeing. You grabbed a tray, grabbing two of the ham, cheese, and jelly sandwiches. A set of jjiggae of the day, bowls of rice, two cookies, and cokes. A thing you’ve yet to witness was a happily fed Yoonji. In the end, this would probably end up as being more of a treat for yourself. “You thought she was the undead. You said that she was grumpy, unapproachable, and yet…” Jimin grabbed for her salad bowl. There were still tons of them left, thus concluding that your best friend was terminally dramatic. “And yet!” “Yes, yes, and yet she was nice, alive, and approachable,” you said, as you finished with paying for the food and skimmed your eyes over the cafeteria, finding Yoonji at one of the far back tables. She hadn’t run away yet, how lovely, and hopeful. Jimin already tore open her strawberry milk, humming blissfully around the straw with each sip. The girl was incapable of eating or drinking without making some type of noise. “Awe, look, she secured the table furthest from the jocks.” “Because they suck?” you offered, unhelpfully. “Anything else you’d like to say about my boyfriend?” “Tell him I said, ‘Hi’, since I know you’re about to ditch me for him.” “Wow, you know me so well. It’s seriously scary sometimes. Enjoy your lunch date,” she said, waving her carton of milk at you. “And you can thank me later, by the way, and properly. Like, with snacks and story time. Okay?” This bitch. “Oh, ‘kay then…” You’d wanted to lean on Jimin as a social crutch, but that wasn’t going to happen, apparently. So, you approached Yoonji, as calmly as you could manage, which was a solid twenty percent out of a whopping one hundred. If she’d noticed, she didn’t let on. Instead, she asked, “What happened to sparkles?” Oh. It was possible that Yoonji only agreed, because of Jimin was there. It was an addictive sort of energy that your friend tended to give off, a very positive and friendly vibe that everyone wanted a piece of. “You mean mochi sparkles? She spotted her boyfriend, who just so happens to be a bunny. Mochi and bunnies go together. Who knew?” You placed the tray of food down on the table, trying not to make it obvious that half of it was intended for her. You laughed at the arrangement, as though it wasn’t purposeful. “I think I bought too much. Way too much, in fact.” “Almost like an identical serving for two,” Yoonji said, letting you know that she knew – she knew, she wasn’t dumb, and you would never assume that she was, but there was underlying anger within the tone that she was using. It was a pleasantly sarcastic lilt that had your mind forgetting its function. “Two soups, two sandwiches, two drinks. All accidental? Do you make these mistakes often?” “Not u-usually,” you stammered, wondering if you’d offended her. “I don’t like eating alone, s-so whatever you don’t eat, I’ll give to someone else, or it’ll get tossed. It’s really no big deal.” “Bullshit.” The nervous smile you’ve been giving her fell from your face, shoulders visibly slumping. Admittedly, you weren’t used to confrontation. You sure as fuck weren’t prepared for Yoonji’s wrath.   “What?” “You eat alone all the fucking time. In the library, which isn’t even allowed, so however you manage that, probably with magic, or whatever the fuck – congratulations. The music room, you’re always off to the side, nibbling away on your gimbap. Let us not forget,” One side of her mouth was curled into a derisive smirk, going on and on like she was Sherlock fucking Holmes, about to hand your ass over to Scotland Yard, “…the gym, where you’re usually snacking on something banana flavored, pretending like you give a shit about basketball, which I’m pretty sure you don’t. Bullshit you don’t like eating alone. Just say it. This is all out of pity, isn’t it? New girl from Daegu can’t afford a meal? Let’s invite her to lunch?” What left your mouth next was neither a word nor a syllable, but was a long shaky breath. Your fingertips were cold with anxiety, in shock that Yoonji would perceive your intentions as pity. The dark look in her eyes was like black ice, full of tempered rage that was about to unleash with one wrong move. Meanwhile, all of those times you thought she never saw you, she did. She did. She’d listed every occasion, oblivious to the fact that it was to become closer to her. “That’s not,” you whispered, shaking your head. You felt weakened by her accusation. “I could never do those things or think that way about you.” “What? Did you think that by being charitable that it would make you seem like a good person? Hate to break it to you, Bambi, but the world doesn’t work that way. So, stop giving me those fucking eyes.” She settled back onto the bench, bringing a leg up so that she could rest her arm against it. Due to the cold weather, female students had the option of wearing sweatpants beneath their skirts. Yoonji did this more often than not. “We’re not going to be friends, but I am going to eat all of this food,” she said calmly, although her words were dripping with spite. “I mean, you bought half of it just for me. Out of the kindness of your heart…” By now you’d lost the nerve to eat, let alone to continue on with a conversation where Yoonji painted you as a horrible person. You were the villain in this pseudo-fairytale you’ve thought up. You could only hope that it was not Jafar – anyone but that turd, although his beard was pretty legit, and majestic. Great. Now you were envisioning Yoonji in a hot red Arabian harem garment, chained at the wrists, feeding you fruit, and wine… You had fucking problems.  She proceeded with what she said she was going to do, ripping the plastic off the sandwich, dipping her soup spoon into the spicy jjiggae. She shoveled food into her mouth like this was her only meal within the past week. At this rate, she’d probably end up with an upset stomach, but you couldn’t say anything. Instead, you watched the way her mouth parted for each bite, her complexion flushed due to the spices. You could cry. You might do just that, but not in front of her. “Thank you for eating with me,” you said, grabbing for your bag with trembling hands. She stared at you when you got up from the bench, “You didn’t even touch your food. Sit.” You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to cancel her out, because you wanted to obey that voice so badly. “You know, there’s a reason why you always saw me eating alone so often. We only have one class together and lunchtime was the only time to…” You stopped yourself, because nope, you weren’t that brave yet. You repeated the statement. “It was the only time.” She grew quiet then, too quiet for comfort. A deep pout settled against her jjiggae stained lips and you could tell that she was assessing you – all of you, your words, and actions. You could literally feel her picking you apart into pieces, searching for more faults. You shifted under her gaze, bringing your bag to your chest. A single bow, because no, you two weren’t friends, and you weren’t going to see her for the remainder of the day. You probably wouldn’t see her at all outside of Literature class. No more being a weirdo and eating lunch in super obvious places. It was time to put your fixation with Princess Yoonji to bed.

Time passed slowly. You noticed every cruel, drawn out moment of it. Lunch might’ve been the only time to see Yoonji, but now it wasn’t. You’d spent your lunch period at a table full of jocks, watching Jimin feed her oversized baby bunny his fries. Jung Hoseok would yet again, bark up the wrong tree, despite being shot down on numerous occasions. “You know who I saw yesterday?” Hoseok asked and really, you hated these types of questions. You shrugged, because seriously, “Who?” “Yoonji. She was working the counter at the cat café.” Well, of course she was. She too was a cat and sometimes cats work with other cats. It all made sense. “But I also saw her working at olive bbq just last week. She’s a busy girl. Probably sick of seeing my face by now.” Your crazy mind was already thinking of all the olive bbq’s in the area, as well as cat cafés, except you weren’t about that life anymore. Nope, Yoonji handling cute, cuddly, flooofy cats, and choosing the right kitty for you would have to wait, indefinitely. Yoonji handling an order of spicy chicken would have to wait, too. Knowing her though, she’d get angry over a generous tip. How dare you. Even a week later, you still couldn’t escape from Yoonji. You didn’t bother with responding to him, as you took your tray to the garbage, and walked out of the busy lunchroom. Even when you heard Jimin calling your name, you did not stop – couldn’t, even if you’d wanted to. Your arms felt too loose, fingertips too cold, an oncoming panic attack ready to be set off. Escape. Abort it all. Just as you’d felt the sudden urge to run, to pick up your heart rate – it had all come to a stop. Your body had collided with something firm. Not a wall, but a person. A glimpse of the beat up converse, sweatpants, and skirt combo should have been enough to properly deduce it, but it would be rather unusual to see Yoonji here. A hand on your arm stabled you and pulled you in, bringing you out of oncoming student traffic. You almost didn’t want to look. But you did, stuck in your own version of hell, where round-the-clock torture was helplessly staring up at an unimpressed Yoonji. The panic in your bones slowly eased, having no other choice but to regain control, as though her mere presence was enough to subdue your fears.    She smirked down at you, voice somewhat smug, “You’re real short, you know that, Bambi?” The nickname wasn’t going anywhere. “Yeah,” You sighed, still calming down. You’ve heard that numerous times. “But why can no one get over it?” There was cat fur clinging to the hoody that she was wearing under her school blazer, the hood thrown over her head with silky black bangs falling just beneath her brows. The halls quieted, leaving you both standing there with the muffled sounds of hip-hop music coming through her headphones. Even when you dropped your arm down, she hadn’t bothered letting you go. “Probably because it’s really cute,” she said – Wait, what? “Nothing I do is cute and I’m not even trying to fish, this is just fact,” you said, voice shaking with nerves, as you looked down to where her fingers were still curled in your sleeve. Silver adorned fingers, so many rings. Black matte painted nails. Yoonji’s hands were nice to look at and oh – kay, you were doing that thing again. Focus. She shook her head, disagreeing. However, “I noticed that you’re around a lot less lately.” Was there any reason why you should be around? You wanted to say those words, could feel them on the tip of your tongue, ready to come out. Coward. You were a damn coward. “It made me think that maybe,” she started, licking at her too red lips, drawing your attention to them. Fuck whenever she pouted when she talked, which was always. “…you’d actually wanted to be friends? Look, my attitude is total shit, I know.” “No, it’s uhm…” You don’t even know where to begin on the subject of Yoonji. You tried though, rolling your wrist so that you could hold onto the hand she’d snagged your sleeve with. She hadn’t even flinched at the contact, unblinking. “I like your personality. I do. I like that you’re standing here in a hallway with me, apologizing, kind of, in your own way, while rap music plays through your earbuds.” You hesitated, because now you’re dangerously close to outing yourself. “Tell me,” she said, firmly. The space separating you both dwindled, as she took a persistent step closer. You leaned your back against the wall behind you, not trusting your legs. “Whatever made you pause just now, forget about it, and tell me.” “I…” “Bambi.” Fuck. Your response was a classic, one that no human deserved the right to use – truly. In a world where words had failed you, but actions would not – you reached for the side of Yoonji’s face, cold fingers slipping beneath her short black hair, brushing over the silver studs along the lobe of her ear. Her skin was soft and hot, it was everything, but your mind was not able to keep up fast enough to fully appreciate it. What you hadn’t been expecting, was Yoonji to lean into your touch with her dark, catlike eyes burning into you. And despite making the first move, Yoonji was the one who kissed first. It was all wet, firm pressure, and too short-lived. You’d smelled the strawberry gloss, before you tasted it, running your tongue over your bottom lip when she pulled back, savoring it. Her voice was low, yet noticeably affected, “Was that okay?” You dropped your hand from her face, not trusting yourself not to lean back in for another kiss. You nodded, shyly, “Yes.” “Good girl,” she said, brushing her thumb over her own mouth, fixing you with a lopsided smirk. It was provocative and heated. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.   Don’t judge a cat by the size of its claws. 

Literature class. The professor was still very much invested in making it through the Brothers Grimm tales. The strangest part was when Yoonji volunteered this week. Your girlfriend wanted to read aloud by her own volition. It was suspicious and intriguing. However, once she’d read the story title, it all made sense. An angry flush covered your skin, as you quietly watched Yoonji go on.   She crossed one leg over the other, a slender hand poised so that she could lean comfortably against the podium. Her dark eyes flickered to yours every so often, utterly pleased with herself, ‘Inside sat a tiny girl, no bigger than a thumb. The woman called her Thumbelina. For a bed she had a walnut shell…’        The lengths she’d go to just to make a short joke were impressive. If Jimin were here, she’d be rolling. That was alright. You had plans for Yoonji. The good, ‘fuck you’ type of revenge that would either land you deeply satisfied or devastatingly single. Tonight was a home game for the girls basketball team. It was also the last of the season. You’d get to sit on the bleachers and look pretty, rooting for moonlight aka the bringer of storms aka Min Yoonji. She was twice as foulmouthed while out on the court, aggressive in all her competitive endeavors. Okay, so maybe you enjoyed watching her play. The only difference was that now you had access to Taehyeon’s closet – Hoseok’s new girlfriend, who somehow managed to smile in the shape of a box. It was kind of cute. Both she and Jimin were rays of sunshine in your life, blinding, yet necessary. And although you hadn’t known Taehyeon for as long as Jimin had, it took no time for you to get close to her. Yoonji waited for you after class, not outside, but right at your desk. You stood up and slung your bag over your shoulder. “Thumbelina,” was all you had to say. She hummed, amusedly, “It was appropriate and worth all the social awkwardness.” You were still trying to adjust to her newly silver dyed hair and the shorter cut that had come with it. It made her look all hot and androgynous – and you were pretty much screwed. It took effort to refrain from cooing at her for the umpteenth time, going on about how cute – how gorgeous – how perfect the color and haircut looked on her. How well it went with her soft pale skin and dark clothes. If your two friends were the sun, then Yoonji was pure moonlight, and you needed both. “But was it worth me making this face at you?” You asked, trying your best to embody the cat from Shrek. Yoonji deadpanned, “I think you already know the answer to that.” Then she slid her fingers between yours, going by routine, steering you into the direction of the lunchroom. You stopped before going in, knowing that this was as far as she’d take you anyway. Yoonji was still not up for eating with jocks, despite being the female equivalent of one. “After lunch, Jimin and I are gonna go to Tae’s for a little bit. So, I won’t be able to watch you practice before the game tonight.” She narrowed her eyes, visibly vexed by that, “That’s a lot of pretty girls in one room.” “Pretty girls with boyfriends,” you reminded her, which was a fact she already knew, since residing within your friendship circle for almost a month now. “Besides, I can’t be stolen from you. Unless, that’s like, an easy thing that can be accomplished? Should I worry about all of the girls you rub up on during games? And my friends aren’t just girls, but they’re pretty girls?” “I get it,” she said, waving off your point. “I just don’t like it, but I’ll get over it. You’ll be at the game though, correct?” You shrugged, “By that time, I might find myself in a threesome I won’t be able to refuse. Pretty friends and all. We’ll have to see.” She pulled you away from the doors, backing you up between the wall and the drink machine. It was a small space, which was something that Yoonji seemed to enjoy all too much – small spaces, with her small girlfriend. No matter where you were, it seemed. In this particular spot, she was tugging at your lips, pulling on them until they were swollen red from the abuse. A soft whimper into her mouth made her grow more impatient to have you, slender fingers at your throat keeping you still. Your kept your eyes closed long after the heady kisses had ended, feeling a little too hot and needy for her. The familiar ache at the pit of your stomach reminded you of just how easy you were for Min Yoonji. How just a single kiss could tear you into pieces, skin flushed deeply, panting even though you’d had more than enough air, like you’d been deprived. The hands at your throat tightened a fraction and your head tipped back by its force. Her breath reached your skin, “Look at me, Bambi.” You did as she asked of you and felt imposed by what awaited you the moment that you did, meeting the heavy stare that you were no longer a stranger to, able to tell the difference between what was Yoonji’s usual look of iciness versus a darkening expression of lust. She wanted you. No matter what the circumstances were, you would want her, too. Her mouth twitched into a knowing smirk, aware of the effects she had on you. “It isn’t very nice of you to try and make me jealous,” she sighed, words lightly skimming your lips. “You know I don’t like it and yet…” She dropped a hand to the hem of your skirt, dark eyes watching you intently, as she ran her fingers along the top of your thigh, bringing the material with her, “…you continue to tempt me as though I wouldn’t fuck you right here just to make myself feel a little bit better.”          You caught her wrist the moment she’d conquered a questionable length of skin. Even if her closeness hid you from view, it was still dangerous. Saying no to her was difficult, for the both of you. Yoonji’s auto-response was to draw you in closer by your neck, brushing your lips together in slow, languid drags. For a moment, you’d thought it would melt away your resolve. You might actually allow her to have her way with you right here at school. “Take a picture, so we can use it as blackmail.” The familiar voice startled you away from your girlfriend, which proved to have failed anyway, what with being pinned between Yoonji and the wall. Jimin had her arms crossed, openly judging. Oh, damn it.   Jeongguk tilted his head, considering it, “I might.” “Well, that killed it for me,” Yoonji said, removing her hand from your skirt. Not wanting to give any nearby jocks the satisfaction, as she placed a quick kiss against your forehead, and said her goodbyes to the rest of your friends – for your sake. One last look at your embarrassed and slightly debauched state had her simpering, “See you at the game.” Taehyeon’s room was the size of a shoebox. Her closet, however, was big enough to make even Carrie Bradshaw jealous. It was probably the only reason why she put up with it. There was a single bookshelf dedicated to manhwa and handheld devices with the games stacked high consisting of otomes. Next to her bed was a collection of fashion magazines and an even bigger pile of sewing patterns. “You should wear this beret,” Taehyeon said, removing it from its limited edition box. “…with the short black skirt and the thigh highs.” Jimin was over on the bed, chipping away at last week’s nail polish. “I know it’s the last game of the season, but is this really necessary? I’ve been telling you to wear shorter skirts since the beginning of time.” Taehyeon answered before you could even open your mouth, “One, I’m shocked that this is coming from you and two…yes, it’s necessary. You should dress up every day. It’s empowering and it feels nice.” Jimin practically rolled her eyes in defeat, “Whatever.”  Despite being smaller, the skirt fit exactly how Taehyeon knew that it would, dangerously short, and super tight around the waist. The shirt was a simple striped, long sleeve – matching the black and red beret. Accessories were not your thing, but Taehyeon had plenty, allowing you to borrow her jewelry. The prettiest item was the black ribbon choker. You joined Jimin in retouching your makeup, using her dark red lipstick when she’d offered it. You’d never been so daring, but tonight was about driving Yoonji out of her mind, so why not? Your friends never partook in watching Yoonji’s games, which was fine, but not really? Taehyeon dropped you off on the east end of campus, since it was the closest to the gym. Your two friends were leaving you stranded to catch a movie. It was rather sad, considering that crowds made you feel uneasy. You always made sure to sit on the bottom bleachers, so that if need be, you could easily escape. Tonight wasn’t about your anxiety, though. It was about being supportive. The moment you caught a glimpse of silver hair, you were deeply reminded of that fact. Yoonji was in her dark red jersey, padded brace supports on both legs, which were just as distracting as your thigh highs. A Nike headband kept her bangs out of her eyes for the most part, balm making her mouth look rosy, and slick. Now this was a look, a whole meal in fact. You loved it. The only thing better was when she started searching the busy room for you, even while the coach was speaking directly to her. Being stared at was intense enough, but one look from Yoonji was enough to set your skin ablaze. The moment she found you, she’d paused completely, and it was the same for you, too – everything seemed to stop within that moment, even your breathing. The contact from sight felt no different from touch, as she dragged her eyes across your body with slow deliberateness, taking in all the obvious changes to your outfit. You watched the way her pouty lips fell apart, kitten tongue flashing out, before she cocked a slender brow at your newfound bravado. You felt more than vulnerable within that moment, like you were about to be devoured whole. Being in trouble with her was exhilarating. Disobeying, misbehaving, being defiant – these things made for a very impatient Min Yoonji, not that she had much of it to begin with. The captain walked with her out onto the court, Nam Joonhee. You were introduced once before. It was obvious that Yoonji was woefully distracted and you’d almost felt bad about it – almost. She shook her head at you, casting you a long meaningful look, before the match started. You’ve had Yoonji explain her position to you plenty of times. She was a point guard, because she was the best at handling the ball. Quick – quick at passing, quick at dribbling, quick at bringing the ball to the opposing team’s basket. Yoonji was especially good at long distance shooting. Every time she bounced up to take a jump shot, it was usually a secured point. Hell, you’d seen her shoot and then turn her back on it, because she knew that it would land. Your girlfriend was like that, insufferably smug about most things, prone to catty hair flips, full of conceit – a self-proclaimed genius. You sat through two hours worth of Yoonji running her mouth, sending the double birds to one of the tallest members of her own team. The more physically exhausted she’d become, the more invigorated she felt by it, sweat glistening at the back of her neck, as she strained for another basket. Halftime, timeouts, the typical highs and lows of a long game, the threat of the opposite team catching up, of scoring a point, of another girl getting way too close to Yoonji – blocking her movements, crowding her in, nearly shoving her down. It had you on edge. The match ended with a one point difference, Yoonji’s team reigning victorious. Usually the girls would head into the locker room, but it looked as though Yoonji was saying her goodbyes early, patting the back of the same girl she’d flipped off earlier. Seokgenie her name was, if you remembered correctly. A visible pause – Yoonji’s body straightened with tension when she looked over her shoulder at you, dark eyes on yours then, which had been a frequented action throughout the game. Time could not prepare you for how fast she’d closed the distance, wordlessly grabbing you by your wrist, and hauling you out the double doors. The silence was to be expected, as she brought you further away from the crowd, away from everyone so that no one could hear you screaming bloody murder. You noticed the route she was taking. The school bathrooms were kept unlocked during the game. Yoonji practically hurled you far ahead from where she stood, releasing your wrist with enough force to send you into the counter. You’d caught yourself with your palms against the surface. A wild angry Yoonji appears. She gestured with a finger, pointing from the top of your beret down to your boots, “Who’s closet did you raid, because it sure as shit wasn’t yours.” “Taehyeon’s…” you said, attempting to tug your skirt down. It kept riding up, the damn thing. “I thought you’d like it.” Yoonji tilted her head at you, eyes narrowed like you should know better, “We can both agree that it’s not your style.” “Maybe it is now,” you said, shrugging in nonchalance. Why did it have to be a thing? Not that it was much of a threat, but, “Be prepared for a new collection of miniskirts and thigh highs.” She chuckled softly at that, lacking any real amusement, “Oh, my sweet Bambi. You know as well as I do that tonight was all about distracting me. You wanted my attention all to yourself, didn’t you?” Striking the figurative match, she continued, “Your behavior is coming off as rather needy as of late.” Needy? Oh. “I never meant to distract you, but since we’re on the topic. Let’s say that I was trying to do just that, I’d say it worked. You did miss that layup when I started fixing my stockings,” you said, voice trembling at the end of your sentence when she started coming closer. You followed her pace, carefully stepping backwards each time she advanced. “The end score was only a one point difference. You could have lost the game all because of me.” The heavy glare she’d settled on you was enough to let you know that there was truth to your statement. “Yeah, we could have,” she agreed with you, taking a moment to pause, becoming absolutely still. Perhaps pointing out her mistakes wasn’t a good idea on your part, you could see that now – could feel it within the intensity of a single glance. “My head was elsewhere, but that was your fault. I kept thinking about what I’d do to you once I finally got you alone. Take my time bringing you back to my place, so that I could fuck you with that pretty new toy we picked out, but you know me. I’ve never been any good at being patient.” You nodded, well aware of the fact that she liked to go fast. Dating Yoonji was something you had always envisioned as a slow affair filled with shyness, and timid firsts. When, no less than a week after she’d kissed you in the hallway, she had you screaming into her Lord Nermal bedding, making you come against the firm press of her mouth, her tongue still fucking into you after you’d been sated – wanting more from you.     “Looks like you’re out of room,” Yoonji observed with mock pity, watching as your back met the stall and you startled at the contact. She was careful not to touch you at first, even when she’d been close enough to do so, which drove you absolutely mad. Instead, she reached for the lock, and twisted it so that the door opened. You fell inside with little grace and quickly found yourself being pinned to the surface once it’d been closed and relocked. Yoonji’s skin was still damp with sweat, the ends of her silver hair soaked. The smell was a heady mix of her perfume and two hours’ worth of exertion. At this closeness, her eyes fluttered painfully slow, thick dark lashes framing pretty kitten shaped eyes, her pupils dilated with want, staring at you with a slow curl of her red lips.  “Are you ready for my undivided attention?” she taunted, pressing the full length of her body against your own, lips falling against your temple with each word, “This is what you wanted, baby. You wanted to dress like a slut for me and now I get to treat you like one.” You were frustrated, petulant in a way that only she seemed to bring out of you, “That’s not what I was trying–” She touched her cool hands to your face, pulling you into a kiss that was deceptively light, and sweet. You knew that it was an apology for the wreck that was about to happen, because the next pull of your lips was with her teeth, the sharp pain causing you to whimper. She soothed you with her tongue, mouth pliant when she licked into your mouth, growing more invested with sucking, and nipping at you every time you attempted to regain any semblance of control. Your lipstick was sure to be smeared, since Yoonji was wearing it now, the dark shade of wild berries staining her pale skin. It was hot – it shouldn’t be, but it was.        The shirt you wore was purposefully low cut, revealing a few straps of your bralette. She’d once commented on how it looked a lot like a harness on you, enjoying the thought of it. Yoonji’s breasts were small, which was probably why she played with yours so much. They were full, big enough to avoid button ups since the age of twelve, cringing at the catcalls you still managed to receive, even on days where your chest was bound, because you hated them so much. Hated, although with the way Yoonji practically worshipped them, you were starting to gain confidence.  She pulled your shirt over your head, arms already raised to assist her, when she stopped – allowing the fitted material to serve as its own restraints. You tucked your hands above your head into a more comfortable position, a breath escaping when she closed her fingers around your throat. The pressure slight, just enough to remind you that you were hers, “I’m still gonna take you home after this…” Her other hand was teasing below the many straps. “…so you can ride me on that cute little cock we bought. I wanna watch your tits bounce. Bet you’d look so pretty. Would you like that?” Your thighs closed against the ache you felt, clenching painfully around nothing, but you needed – needed so badly to be filled by her. She tightened her fingers when your response was delayed too long for her liking, “Words.” It was difficult, your mind becoming hazy with want. You wanted her however you could have her. You managed a small, “Yes, please.” She released her grip on you to pull at the front of your bralette. The straps were adjusted lower, trapping your nipples between the thin lines of the material, exposing you further. Yoonji’s hands were pleasantly larger than yours, weighing your breasts within her palms, short black nails digging into your sensitive skin as she bent down to tease – encircling an erect bud with her tongue, before sucking messily – the sound of it was twice as loud given your surroundings. You were already trembling. Each time she brought your sensitive skin into the hot suction of her mouth, the pleasure shot straight to your core. You tried moving your arms, on the brink of desperation, “I want…ahh…to touch you…” Her only response was a sharp nip of her teeth, fingers growing more possessive when she gripped and kneaded at your hips. Yoonji’s lips were the color of cherries, swollen red from working over your skin. You shrunk against the surface when she stood at full height, staring at you from behind strands of silver hair, wiping the saliva from the corners of her mouth. “Wanna be good for me?” she asked, leaning into you so she could tug your shirt off the rest of the way. She moved back before you could reach for her, making it clear that you weren’t permitted to do so. “The point of this is that I get to do whatever I want with you, not the other way around. Now lift up your skirt.” True to tonight’s theme, this wasn’t really your style, either, which was probably why your face was on fire. You were reduced to a shy, anxious mess. She knew it, too, eyes as black as charcoal, challenging you to dare be defiant. Your fingers uncurled from your sides to slowly pull the fabric high enough for her to see your panties – the same panties that had nothing to do with the rest of your outfit. “Tinkerbelle,” Yoonji noted, the Disney character print of your underwear was endearing to her, heavy gaze alit with amusement. “This is more you, isn’t it? Nothing like the little slut you’d come dressed as, hm?” The words slipped past your lips, before you could stop them, “Fuck you.” “Fuck me? You’re really in no position to be saying that...” There was a hint of Daegu satoori in the lazy drawl of her words, the inflection doing something to you all on its own. All Yoonji had to do was whisper into your ear and you would be a mess. She laughed at your obvious struggle, the derisive sound turning you on more than it had angered you, “My sweet, sweet Bambi.” She leaned down, immediately parting your lips with her tongue so she could fill you. You loved when Yoonji kissed you – loved how she took her time with it. She was thorough, drifting over your teeth, along the roof of your mouth. Yoonji stole whenever she kissed, consumed and tasted every bit of you, until it felt like you couldn’t breathe. You hummed, easily falling captive when her hand moved past your stomach, slipping beneath the cotton of your panties. You were clean shaven, which wasn’t news to her, but she still groaned at how smooth you felt. It was difficult to focus on the hot tongue delving between your lips, when she slid her middle finger between your soaked folds, gathering your arousal and coating you with it, making each touch afterwards slippery, and wet. You rolled your hips against her palm, breaking the kiss with a sharp gasp – forgetting about where this was happening. “Wanna know what gets me off?” Yoonji teased, speaking into your lips. You nodded slowly, nose to nose with her. You wanted to know. You really, really did. She leaned in so that she could say the rest against your ear, her mouth pressing firmly. It caused your shoulders to scrunch up. She murmured, thickly, “Getting you off.” Yoonji was…impossible. You would have said so if you could, but words were too hard a task when her lips wandered down the side of your neck, expertly swirling her tongue – marking you in several spots. Marking was her new thing, although it was usually in less obvious places. You would have to hide these, but she didn’t seem to care. Not even you cared, becoming lost to the incessant strokes of her delicate fingers, the way she allowed you to grind against them, moving at whatever pace you desired. The sharp sting of her teeth along your collarbone made your legs tremble, the molten heat at your lower stomach ready to unfurl. You were shameless when you were gone. The small moans and quickened breaths resounded harshly off the bathroom walls. You were so painfully close, teetering over the edge when she wedged a finger in deep, pulling back far enough to watch your downfall – pushing in another digit, pumping them in and out of you. You were thrown off – orgasm delayed for only a few short seconds longer, as she rocked the heel of her palm against your clit, making you come in white pulses of intense pleasure. She waited for your muscles to relax, before slowly removing her fingers. You finally closed your eyes, expelling the air from your lungs in one shaky breath. “Yoonji…” Fuck. That was amazing. Your head was resting against the stall door, body still thrumming with energy. The high you felt then could conquer anything, when your panties were suddenly being torn down past your thighs. You stepped out of them somewhat dazedly. Your girlfriend was kneeling on the tiles, the padding from her basketball gear supporting her knees. The sight was enough to kill you dead. She brought your leg up to rest atop her shoulder, nuzzling into your stocking covered thigh, her teeth catching on the fabric like needles over silk. You should have known that she wouldn’t be done with you. She never truly was, proven time and time again to be the insatiable one. “Spread yourself for me, baby,” were the words pressed into your skin, as impatient fingers pulled at your thigh highs. She was hungry for more of you, eagerly sucking and nipping her way closer towards the mess she’d created between your thighs. You were always so easy for her, obeying despite the brief wave of apprehension, parting yourself wide for her. The look she sent you made chills run down your spine – her eyes pools of black, peering up at you from behind her long, pretty lashes. You knew that you were well and truly fucked.  She wasted no time, covering you with the tight heat of her mouth, drinking you in – her kittenish tongue curling into the sticky arousal at your raw pink entrance, slurping lewdly, wanting it all for herself. The deep moan she elicited struck you at your very core. You were already so sensitive and you both knew that it wouldn’t take much. The sounds of her tongue darting inside you were loud in your ears and you swore you could hear shoes scuffing across the school floors nearby. It made you all the more desperate to come. “Yoonji, more…” you pleaded, breathlessly. She was all too willing to oblige you, replacing her tongue with two of her fingers, pressing down in a way that made you feel deliciously full, before she pushed in a third – stretching you, filling you to the brim. You stared down at her somewhat helplessly and swore that her eyes grew darker then. The moment she trapped your clit between her lips, it was over. With her nails biting into your skin, she kept your leg still, as she started flicking her tongue back and forth in rhythm with her fingers thrusting into you. You’d spiraled so high, so fast. The second orgasm was always more intense for you, the tight pressure of your walls clenching around her as you came. You could feel her lavish around and between her digits with her soft tongue, soothing you through your orgasm, licking you clean. What the hell just happened? Yoonji carefully set your foot back on the ground, her slim arms catching you around the waist when you’d slumped forward. Your name was on her lips, as she murmured gentle things to you, trying to bring you back into focus. She pressed you more firmly against the door, brushing your hair away from your face, her fingers cold in contrast to your heated skin. Now she smelled like you. You made a face at that, hearing her chuckle. “We should wash up,” she said, helping you get dressed, but refusing to return your panties? It wouldn’t be the first pair she’d kept, but now you’d have to face the public, commando. She held the cotton within her palm, before pointing at you accusingly, “Think of it as your punishment. Maybe don’t try to distract me next time. You already do a good enough job as it is. This whole thing was just overkill.”    You rolled your eyes at the weak excuse, as you picked up the beret that had been knocked off your head at some point. Taehyeon would kill you if she ever found out. You adjusted it, as you started fixing your hair in the mirror. You could feel Yoonji’s eyes watching you, practically burning into your skin. “What?” You asked, meeting her reflection in the mirror above the sink. You rinsed your hands under the faucet.   She shook her head, knowing it was probably ridiculous, but, “I’m thinking of how I’m going to make it to the car without touching you.” Your mouth went dry. Oh. 

Lunch at the jock table was less painful when your girlfriend decided to join one day. Jimin was pleasantly surprised when she took a seat down beside you, a tray of food in her hands. Taehyeon was practically beaming, sending you a knowing look, having sat through so many venting sessions – listening to you go on and on about how much it bothered you that Yoonji never partook. “Why so surprised?” she asked, nudging the tray close to you. “I bought us lots of bread. For you, for me, and the cats…” You were excited to go to work with her later. Yoonji tended to smile a lot around cats. Not just any smile, but the big gummy smile – the same one that caused you to sweat and have heart palpitations.   Noticing that you were zoning out, she started kissing at your cheek, once – twice – five times, before her hand fell to your waist, pulling you as close as she could get you without having you on her lap. Jeongguk seemed unsettled, cheeks flushed a deep pink. Jimin brushed her hand over his skin, cupping his face and whispering something into his pierced ear. You only heard the end of what she’d said, reassuring him, “I’ll ask soon, okay?” “Nah, ask now,” Yoonji said, pinning Jeongguk beneath her eyes. “And let him say it. I really wanna hear the words from this fucker.” You turned towards your girlfriend, sincerely confused. “What is happening?” “I want to see you two…” Jeongguk started, words nearly dying on his tongue. The intensity of Yoonji’s glare was intimidating and maybe he liked that a little too much. He motioned towards Jimin, “I would like for us and for you…” “The only dick my girlfriend is getting, is mine,” Yoonji said, simplifying it for him. “We’re flattered though.” “And you?” Jimin asked, somewhat hesitantly. Yoonji was hot. The entire table would merrily agree with that notion. If Taehyeon and Hoseok weren’t so speechless, perhaps they’d inquire themselves. “Whose dick will you be receiving?” “I’m not interested in dick,” Yoonji said, keeping her eyes on Jeongguk’s, her expression turning sinister. “So, you should be careful. Maybe not offer your girlfriends up like they’re sacrificial offerings.” “Duly noted,” Hoseok quipped, smiling so hard that his eyes were gone. Probably vacationing at some fantasy at the back of his mind, one where Taehyeon was dancing in a martini glass.      Yoonji brought a piece of cream bread to your lips, acting casual, “You have weird friends.” You nodded, “Yeah, I just found that out.” “Still want me to come and sit with you at lunch?” “Nope. Never again, in fact,” you said, prepared for things to go back to normal starting tomorrow. She buried her face into your neck, her soft laugh tickling your skin, “I didn’t think so.” Min Yoonji, your insufferable girlfriend. A Disney princess from Daegu. Dracula’s third cousin. The storm and the moon. Yoonji… “Bambi.” 

Fin~

[old-stellar]

Its warmer in Cuba

(((Its 11PM, I’m tired and randomly got the urge to write some Klance. Let me tell y’all that I’m writing this as it pops into my mind, I didn’t plan anything.. heh, well enjoy however long this is gonna be. Also I suck at writing so don’t expect this to be close to as legendary as Dirty Laundry or other Klance fics oof)))

(((Edit: this is long af and it’s bad af so that’s your warning. Turns out it’s more pinning Keith than actual Klance oof, maybe I’ll write a part two or something! As for now, it’s like a college au? I didn’t really introduce anyone else but Keith and Lance oops, the title sucks I know whatever. But enjoy I guess?)))

It was around 6:00AM last time Keith looked at the clock on the wall, but this was an hour ago. Now it was 7:00AM, and he was quickly trying to finish a term paper that was due for his geography class at exactly 7:36AM. Keith lived in an apartment, his room was a rather small one. He had a living room, a bathroom, and one room. In that small room, he was with his laptop only a few inches from his face, a large coffee cup was next to him, half empty at this point. He’s hair was a huge mess and he had bags in his eyes. Again.

Keith was no stranger to procrastination, he’d wait till the last minute to actually do something. Yet, he managed to turn in every paper on time and have a pretty clean room all together. How he can do everything in a mere amount of time is incredible, due to the fact that he rarely got more than 6 hours of sleep on the daily. Keith’s answer to this; Coffee. Rich, black coffee in the morning. He would have about 2 cups of coffee in the morning, then multiple cans of energy drinks throughout the day. He wasn’t exactly a healthy person, it’s a mystery on how he hasn’t died of all the caffeine he ingests yet..

Now it was 7:11am, at this time Keith was running late for his class. He quickly printed his paper, grabbed everything from his desk and shoved it in his old black backpack, ran out of the apartment, headed towards his car, and started the engine. At first his car didn’t turn on, the cold winter weather outside has left the streets icy and the engines of many old cars weak. After a few attempts, his car finally turned on. Keith sighed a deep breath of relief and made his way to school. It began to snow awhile after he started to drive. Layers of snow slowly fell on the city, covering it all in a shimmering White. Keith shivered, he forgot his jacket at home and the heating in his car didn’t work. He took a long, deep breath. Today was gonna be a long day.

The drive from his apartment to his school was only about 9 minutes away, but the traffic he encountered in the morning made him take 4 minutes longer. By the time Keith made it to school, it was 7:20am. He quickly parked in the student parking area, ran out of the car, and slammed the car door shut behind him. He had his old backpack on his back and he carried the folders and textbooks that didn’t fit in it. Keith began running to school, he turned around and locked his car with his key remote. The student parking area where he parks in is a good minute away from the school building he has to go into. As Keith sprinted to class, he slipped on some ice and slammed onto the floor face first. He weakly got onto his knees and felt that blood trickled from his nose.

“Agh fuck” he whispered and looked around. His folders and books were scattered a few inches from him. He wipped his nose with his arm and grabbed his stuff.

As he reached for his math textbook, he saw that a figure approached him. Keith whipped his head up and looked at the figure. It turned out to be a tall boy with beautifully tanned skin, glistening blue eyes, and dark brown hair. He wore a heavy pastel blue coat, a watch, a large pastel pink scarf, blue jeans and white shoes, which were dirty with dirt and mud. The student bent down, grabbed his textbook, got back up and looked at the cover before laying his eyes on Keith.

“Advanced math? That’s cool” He observed before offering a hand to help Keith get up. Keith stared at the student’s hand for a few seconds and ignored it, he got up by himself and wipped his nose again. Keith took his math book and shrugged, “Yeah, it’s pretty easy if you study and pay attention in class” he replied. They had an awkward silence before the student spoke up, “Oh, my name is Lance, Lance McClain. I’m a student here, I recently transferred from Cuba. Well, not exactly recently, I was here for the first semester of school as well. Haven’t seen you around though,” Lance held out his hand, Keith looked at it then shook it with his own hand. “Uh, i’m Keith. I don’t go out much” he stated and let go of Lance’s hand. In such cold weather, he was suprised of how warm Lance’s hand was. “What’s with the big ass coat and scarf? It’s not that cold” Keith added, he ignored the fact that he was literally freezing with just a shirt and pants on. “I’m not used to this cold weather… it’s a lot warmer in Cuba,” Lance mentioned as he shivered. Keith gave a tiny smile. Lance smiled back and looked down at his watch, he gasped, “Dude it’s 7:27!! I’m gonna be late!” He stammered, “See you around!!” He called as jolted away from Keith.

Keith watched Lance go. He knew he was also gonna be late for class, but something in him didn’t let him move until Lance was completely out of sight. After Lance was out of sight, Keith jogged to the school building, being extra careful to not slip on any ice.

It was 7:34am by the time Keith got to class, he placed his paper in the “Turn-in” tray by his teacher’s desk and sat down in his seat. Class started a few minutes later with a presentation on the board from a fellow student about the Andes Mountains. All the students paid close attention to the speaking student, Keith on the other hand, was in his own little world. He completely canceled out the presentation and was thinking about Lance. He didn’t know why he was so interested in him, he literally just met Lance a few minutes ago. Keith didn’t know why, but he wanted to get to know Lance better. Which came out of no where. There was something about Lance that intrigued him, maybe it was his Cuban accent, or his warm hands.. or his dark blue eyes. It reminded Keith of the ocean, beautiful but full of mystery-

“KEITH KOGANE!”

A loud voice exploded throughout the room, it interrupted Keith’s thoughts and he whipped his face towards the source of the sound. He realized that it was his teacher, Mrs. Lilac.

“Yes, Mrs. Lilac?” He replied shakily, “Keith, can you tell me how tall the Andes mountains are?” Mrs. Lilac asked, she crossed her arms and gave him a cold hard stare. The rest of his classmates turned their heads towards him. Keith gulped, the stares from the whole classroom burned through him. “I-I don’t know Mrs. Lilac, I wasn’t paying attention “ He stammered quietly. His classmates whispered and giggled quietly among themselves, Mrs. Lilac cleared her throat and all the students quit talking, they turned their head towards her. “Disappointing. Craig! Give me an answer” Mrs. Lilac called, and just like that, the student fired back an answer, “About 2,800 ft above sea level!” He called. Keith glared at him, He shrugged. “Pay more attention Kogane.” Mrs. Lilac stated. “Also.” She mentioned, “We will have a new student tomorrow, he is switching from another geography class to this class. His name is Lance McClain and I expect you all to behave and treat him with respect.” She scowled and went back to her regular routine of telling them what to do next.

Keith choked on air when he heard the words ‘Lance’ and ‘switching from another geography class to this class’ it took him a minute to process the fact that the boy that he met in the morning was switching into his geography class. Keith couldn’t help but make a small smile. He tried to hold back, but then his small smile grew into a bigger smile. Keith didn’t know why he was so happy to know that Lance was going to join him in class. Whatever was the reason, he looked forward to tomorrow.

[southsidestory]

Homecoming

Rating: Teen

Pairing: SasuSaku

Summary: Their first kiss was on Homecoming night. The briefest touch, his lips to hers, before Sakura pulled away, blushing. Then again, a kiss not so fleeting, followed by one after another until the sun rose above them.

Notes: I’ve been in a mood for SS lately (blame @xxlovendreamsxx), and it seemed like the perfect time to write this little high school fic. @jjibbless sent me a request for “high school popular kid / nerd AU” awhile back, which ties into the Day 9 prompt pretty well in my opinion! Thank you jjibbless for the request and @sasusakumonths for hosting this awesome event. 

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prelude

It isn’t that Sasuke Uchiha is a misfit, exactly. He’s too good-looking—and high schoolers are too shallow—for him to be an utter outcast. But he’s the kind of boy who spends more time alone than with their classmates, and if he has any friends besides Naruto, who’s friends with everyone, then he’s keeping them well hidden. Sasuke’s GPA is tied with Sakura’s for the highest in the Class of 2018, but she’s sure that if he’d socialize, people would stop dismissing him as a nerd. Instead, he blows off every dance, football game, and party he’s invited to.

Until homecoming. It’s the kind of warm October evening that you can only find in southern California, late enough in the year that autumn’s edge has calmed the weather from suffocating to balmy. Sakura is crowned homecoming queen, the San Junipero Sharks kick the Gardena Wolfhounds’ asses, and Sasuke Uchiha shows up to a school event. All in all, it’s a beautiful night.

watch the queen

Only a loser would lurk around the corner, pretending not to spy on a pretty girl, and Sasuke is not a loser. He isn’t lurking either. Just standing around, keeping himself busy with people-watching—well, person-watching.

Sakura is sitting with the other girls from the homecoming court, all of them trussed up in ridiculous fluffy gowns and torturous-looking shoes. Ino seems pissed that Sakura took the crown, but in that strangely fond way that characterizes their relationship. Maybe Sasuke is too distant from Sakura’s circle to understand how that odd friendship functions, but he thinks it might be every bit as confusing to witness up close.

Seven months. He has seven months until graduation. He needs to either ask Sakura out or get his head on straight and forget about her.

Moving on would be better. He heard that Sakura is applying to Ivy League schools all over the country, and God knows she’s accomplished enough to be accepted into most of them. Sasuke keeps pace with her academically, but foster kids don’t have the financial backing for Yale. He’s about to age out of the system, and it’s going to take all of his time and energy just to get by. Even if Sakura wants him back—and sometimes, when he catches her looking at him across the library, he thinks she might—Sasuke knows that it’s not enough. She’s beautiful, brilliant, privileged, and loved. Her future is too bright to risk dimming, and she deserves better than anything he could provide.

But then he thinks, What’s one date? It’s not like watching a movie together and grabbing dinner (maybe kissing on her doorstep, if he’s lucky) would turn into something committed. Sasuke can’t hope for any of that, much less more, so why not at least try?

laid bare

Ino steals Sakura’s crown and puts it on her own head. “You should just give this to me,” she says.

“Oh really?” Sakura asks. “Why’s that?”

Ino sticks out her tongue, adjusts the tiara, and says, “Because all anyone will look at when you wear it is the big billboard brow it’s sitting on.”

Sakura pinches Ino’s shoulder. “I guess the majority of the student body disagrees, Pig.”

She pulls a handful of pins out of her hair, kicks off her shoes, and props her feet up on the bleacher seats. Ino gossips about the torrid affair that she’s certain Mr. Sarutobi and Ms. Yuhi are having.

“That’s ridiculous. They barely talk.”

“Well, duh, that’s because they’re trying not to be obvious,” Ino says, rolling her eyes. “Because when they are in the same room, the way they look at each other is practically pornographic. Mark my words, Forehead: they’re doing the nasty.”

Ten-Ten says, “Please shut up. I don’t want to think about Ms. Yuhi getting busy while I’m trying to learn calculus.”

“Seconded,” Hinata says gently.

Ino shrugs. “Why not? She’s hot as hell, and sex is way more interesting than differential equations...”

Sakura thinks Ino might still be talking, but she can’t focus on the conversation because Sasuke Uchiha is walking up the bleacher steps, and it looks like he might be walking toward her. They’re friendly enough that her silly coronation merits some kind of congratulations, right?

“Sakura,” he says.

The other girls fall quiet around her, and Sakura could kick them all for staring.

“Hi,” she says. “It’s, uh, really nice to see you here.”

“And surprising,” Ino adds.

Sasuke doesn’t seem offended, although he’d have every right to be.

Sakura jumps up, straightens her dress, and asks, “Wanna take a walk? I’d invite you to sit down, but this bunch probably wouldn’t let you get a word in edgewise.”

There’s the briefest flash of unbridled emotion on Sasuke’s face, a slight expression of surprise, maybe even excitement. But he reins it in before Sakura can be certain, and he only says, “Yeah, sure.”

Sakura is so elated to have a moment alone with Sasuke that she runs off without her heels. By the time she notices, it would be embarrassing to go back to fetch them, so she just walks on the dewy ground barefoot, too happy to even care that she’s getting grass stains on her snow white dress.

until sunrise

Their school is dark, empty, and locked at this time of night, but there are still places to linger. They take seats at a picnic table outside the cafeteria doors, splitting a funnel cake. Sasuke bought it when they passed the concession stand, but he didn’t think about the intimacy of sharing food. They have to sit close, and their hands keeping brushing as they eat. It tugs at something in his chest when Sakura steals the choicest pieces of cake, her smile teasing and bright.

“I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be so greedy,” Sasuke says.

Sakura ducks her head, then looks up at him through her lashes. “Well, maybe we should get to know each other better.”

“So I won’t be surprised when you steal my food?”

“Our food,” Sakura corrects. “You bought it for both of us. It’s not my fault if you can’t defend your territory.”

She swipes the last chunk of cake and eats it. Sasuke doesn’t think she means to be seductive, but he still has to look away as she licks the snowy sugar off her fingers.

Silence falls between them once the funnel cake is gone, and just to break it, Sasuke asks, “How’s your English paper going?”

“Oh, no,” Sakura says, laughing. “I’m not giving you an update on your competition.”

“Hn. You’re not my competition,” Sasuke says. He pokes her side, purely for the sake of making her jump. “Valedictorian is mine. We’ll just have to wait a few more months to confirm it.”

“Is that so?” Sakura asks, suddenly serious, except for the brightness of her gaze. “What makes you so certain?”

“I need it more,” Sasuke says, without thinking.

Sakura’s teasing expression slips away, replaced by something softer. She doesn’t say anything—which is good, because if she pitied him right now, it would ruin everything.

Then she reaches for his hand and grasps it in her own. They stay this way, linked by a singular touch, for a long while.

the valedictorian

Sakura can’t be upset when Sasuke takes the number one spot. His GPA barely edges hers out because of an A- she made in English IV, and if anyone else had ranked above her, she would have been furious. But Sasuke hadn’t lied four months ago at Homecoming, when he said he needed this more than she did. She hopes that maybe, with a little luck, he’ll get a financial package from Stanford that will allow him to accept the place they offered him. With her.

She takes Sasuke to a little Italian restaurant by the shore to celebrate their accomplishments. While they eat their appetizers, Sakura lifts her glass of water and says, “To my amazing boyfriend, the Class of 2018’s valedictorian.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes, but his smile is happy, if small. Sakura counts that as more of a victory than class rank could ever be.

coda

Their first kiss was on Homecoming night. The briefest touch, his lips to hers, before Sakura pulled away, blushing. Then again, a kiss not so fleeting, followed by one after another until the sun rose above them.

On graduation day, in the wake of his speech, Sasuke thinks of that night. It was a beginning, the start of something he could never have anticipated. Maybe today is an ending, the closing chapter of their simple school days, but what he and Sakura have together, it’s the kind of love that can be counted on.

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[mockwrites]

⚜ for a angels and demons au ( hestia / apollo, sorz i beat dev to the punch )

The first time she sees him, he’s sitting down on the ground, guitar cradled in his hands, dust blowing around his crossed legs, a beat up guitar case bearing a substantial amount of various bills and a generous assortment of coins. People toss money into his case like it’s a compulsion, and they mill around and obstruct her view occasionally but it doesn’t stop her from noticing the way light seems to warp into his figure, like it’s being drawn to him.

She doesn’t know why it does that; she’s never seen it bend so lovingly over anyone’s silhouette like that.

He makes direct eye contact with her and smiles, gentle, understanding, warm. She startles because humans don’t, can’t, see her — and she leaves, immediately.

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She asks Colette about it later; she may be older but Colette belongs to the highest choir and knows more.

Colette’s expression hardens when Heidi describes the way the light yielded to him, in a way that she doesn’t see often, in a way that Colette loathes to have her see.

“Heidi,” she sighs, and it sounds like a warning.

“Colette,” she responds in kind. “I have to know. I’ve never seen anything like it before, never even knew it was remotely possible.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about corruption, Heidi,” Colette says by way of explanation. “And perhaps it is better that way,” she finishes firmly.

“We fear knowledge so much,” she sighs. “I-“

“He’s a demon, Heidi,” Colette snaps, then sighs. “He’s nothing good, and you should stay away,” she says, softer this time, in a tone she doesn’t bother using for most others. “Promise you’ll stay away, okay?”

“Okay,” she says.

Colette tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, watches her closely, like she’s considering something.

“Someone might think that you’re the older sister, Ce,” Heidi jokes.

“You’re younger than me in many ways, Heidi.”

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She has every intent of following through, but he has no such plans. She likes to spend her free time down on Earth, walking amongst humans, her presence felt but never seen — and he finds her during this time.

“An angel,” he says, and people nearby give him strange looks.

She whips around to face him.

“Been awhile since I’ve seen one,” he continues, despite the looks he’s still getting.

“I should stay away,” is the first thing she blurts out to him, and his bright laughter rings in her ears as she flees.

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She goes to New York specifically to avoid him, and he shows up there anyway.

“Hey,” he says, and several people turn instinctively.

“How did you know I was going to be here?” She asks, a touch of a frown settling upon her face.

“Everyone has a divine signature, if you know what to look for,” he says cryptically.

“People are going to think you’re crazy if you keep talking to nothing,” she says, petty.

He breathes a wisp of laughter and starts walking, but says nothing.

She follows, out of curiosity. “Are you ignoring me?”

He keeps walking.

She follows. “Where are you going?”

They end up in a subway station and he drops his case down on the ground, starting to play again – hey there delilah.

“My name’s not Delilah.”

He replaces Delilah with angel and somehow, makes it work.

“What if I told you I didn’t like that song?”

He misses a beat before she laughs.

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She goes to California, this time, because she likes how the spring sunset is all dusky hues of orange and pink, and he’s already there, outside a coffee shop, still with a guitar and he starts up an upbeat rendition of hello when she strolls by. Heidi didn’t even know singing Adele happily was possible before she hears it.

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“Are you singing so you don’t have to talk and look crazy?”

He ad libs a string of yeah’s into his current song, and she breaks out into laughter, keeps laughing until she’s crying.

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She finds out just how many songs say hello, and how are you, and goodbye.

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A lot.

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“Why not pretend you’re talking to someone on the phone?”

He stops mid-song, and drops his head into his hands so fast he hits it on his guitar.

–

“Hey,” he greets into his phone.

“Hey,” she says back.

“Yes, it’s Paolo,” he says, like someone’s actually on the other side of the phone. And she supposes, technically, she is.

“Heidi,” she replies.

“I’m just gonna grab a coffee, how about you?”

“Okay.”

–

She’s sure he racks up quite the coffee bill this month.

–

“So, demon, huh?” She asks one day, nervously twiddling her fingers and thinking about just how not following through with her promise this is.

He laughs, but it’s more shock and disbelief than actual humor. “Is that what they’re calling it now?”

“Are you not?” She asks, self-conscious of how naive she must sound to him.

“I suppose I must be,” he says lightly. “If that’s what they’re saying.”

“I want to hear what you’re saying.”

“Heidi,” he sighs.

“Paolo,” she pleads, tugging at his sleeve.

“I fell.”

She frowns and mulls this over. “But why? I- did you hate Heaven that much?”

He laughs humorlessly. “Maybe.”

Paolo must see the confusion written all over her face, because he reaches over to interlace their fingers and offers nothing more, mimicking hanging up the phone, brushing his lips by her cheekbone as he stands up. He leaves the coffee shop, and the bell tinkles as the door opens and closes.

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She looks for him that night, and it’s easy – his divine signature, as he so called it months ago; it’s brighter than the sun.

He’s knelt down in prayer and she wonders what he prays for.

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I didn’t hate heaven.

I just loved humanity more.

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“Did it hurt? When you fell from Heaven?”

He laughs so loudly, and his breath billows out in a great cloud of white, stark against the winter air. “That is such an old and cheesy pick up line,” he says breathlessly.

She flushes, and moves to leave, pouting.

“Wait, wait,” he says, picking up his phone and pressing it to his face. “I’m just playing.”

“Well,” she says, kicking at a stone and watching as it doesn’t move. “Did it?”

The humor fades from his face fast, and he looks at her like he’s seeing her in a new light. “It did,” he says. “Asking for a friend?” He teases, boyish grin creeping up on his face.

“No,” she says, sighing.

He looks at her sadly and watches her leave.

–

“Do you have a house?” She asks one day on a stroll through the park, unaffected by the bitter cold, but wondering what it feels like to need to bundle up like Paolo. She laces their fingers together, and he puts them in his pocket. “You seem to be wherever I am.”

“I have many,” he answers. “Why?”

“Which one’s your favorite?” She asks, ignoring his question.

“Santorini,” he says, more and more confused. “Heidi, why?”

“We’re in New York, though.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Yes,” she says. “The city that never sleeps,” she sighs wistfully. “The city with a life of its own.”

He watches her thoughtfully, and they sit on a park bench and she kicks at the snow despite how she doesn’t feel the snow and he stays despite how it soaks through his pants.

–

Colette knows.

She’s sad.

Heidi can feel it.

But neither of them say anything.

–

She plucks her own wings off, eventually, stripping the divinity off herself, crying as she does it.

–

She falls from Heaven, gold light streaking silver, blurring her eyesight. She thinks she lands somewhere near Santorini, though.

When she comes to, she’s cradled in Paolo’s arms, swathed in several soft blankets, as he coos a lullaby to her.

“It hurts,” she croaks.

“I know,” he affirms, halting his song. “They’ll grow back.”

–

It hurts, when she feels bone press out from her old wound. Involuntary growth.

She cries into Paolo’s shoulder.

–

When the first black feather shows, the pain stops.

–

“Is it winter?”

“It’s spring,” he answers.

“I wanted to feel the snow,” she says, sad.

“Winter? It’s not all that great,” he laughs. “We don’t get to see the sun as much. It’s miserable. It’s cold.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Cold.”

“It can be both,” she insists.

“You’ll see just how ‘beautiful’ New York is in the winter when all the snow turns to grey sludge,” he says in half a scoff.

“I will see,” she sighs happily.

“Yes,” he agrees after a brief pause. “You will.”