"I Am Surprised And Not So Surprised At The Same Time," You Sighed While Massaging Your Temples.

"I am surprised and not so surprised at the same time," you sighed while massaging your temples.

Before your very eyes : Scanlan. Well, Scanlan but with his body gender swapped. He smiled smugly at you and tossed your grimoire at you, winking victoriously.

"Told you I'd manage," he laughed. "And damn, I'm hot !"

He pressed a quick kiss on your cheek before checking himself in the mirror, posing in some ridiculous positions while you shook your head behind him, astounded. Earlier, you challenged Scanlan into successing a random spell in your spellbook without an instrument. You didn't think he would actually success the spell.

"Look at that !" he blew a kiss at his reflection. "What a hottie !"

"How on earth did you manage that spell ?"

He winked at you again and put his hand on his hips.

"It's actually not the first time I use this kind of spell."

"Yeah, but it is the first time you're using my type of magic."

"Let's say I'm a prodigy, then !"

He then put his hands on his chest to feel his new attributes while looking at his rear. You only watched him with a raised eyebrow then opened your grimoire at the page where the spell was. Your eyes squinted slightly as you let out a small hum.

"Did you read the page well ?" you asked.

"Of course, duh !" he rolled his eyes was pointing himself. "The proof is right in front of you. Admit it, your magic is not that—"

He suddenly interrupted himself and held his abdomen, grimacing in pain.

"What's happening ?" he grunted.

"It's your karma for being an ass," you rolled your eyes then point a specific line in the grimoire with your index. "Congratulations on your first period, doofus. Seems like yours are the painful ones."

He let himself fall down on the floor with a wheeze of distress, curled up in himself.

"Please," he whined. "Give me my balls back."

Yok ebisinin nikahı.

Fade's eyes stared at the silhouette above her as the obscurity of her room turned more suffocating and oppressive. Of course she had to have a sleep paralysis. She closed her eyes, waiting for the horrible and choking sensation but it never came. The silhouette stayed above her, standing at the feet of the bed. Then, Fade noticed she could move, she was in fact fully awake.

Taking a deep breath, Fade sat up and turned up the light to find you, staring down at her with hazy eyes.

"Shit..." she cursed.

You were sleepwalking. She wondered how you managed to get in her room without making any noise and put her thoughts aside to gently pull you in bed beside her. She was careful with her movement, handling your sleepwalking self with a loving tenderness.

"Don't scare me like that again, aşkim," she murmured in your ear.

You just sleepily groaned some unintelligible words and nuzzled in her embrace. Fade felt your breath in her neck, your fingers clenching on her pyjama and the warmth of your body against hers.

"...Hazal...", she heard you whispering.

Fade felt her heart fluttering and her cheeks reddening.

"Sleep well," she murmured. "I'm here."

And she knew you were there as well.

*Yok ebisinin nikahı : rude expression used as an interjection to express surprise.

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Larry didn't need to be high to be quiet. He could just listen to his music. He could be painting. Or he could just stare into the void while a maelstrom of thoughts invaded his mind. He liked to isolate himself in the treehouse for these kind of moments. But you liked to bother him.

“Hey Larry-bear !”

He heard you voice coming from the feet of the tree. But he didn't move. He knew you would soon join him. He heard you yapping down the tree and a chuckle escaped his lips when he heard you grunting as you climbed the tree.

“Damn you need to change those planks !” he heard you grumbling. “I swear those are older than Mrs. Rosenberg !”

He finally saw your head emerge from the tree house entrance as you dramatically gasped for air. You beamed when you saw him, sat in a corner.

“Yo !” you raised your hand and Larry raised an eyebrow when he saw the plastic bag in your grip. “I've got snacks ! Want some ?”

You did not wait for his answer. You immediately joined him against the wall of the tree house.

“Paninis are still hot, Larry-bear,” you handed him one of the said 'paninis'. “Careful with your tongue.”

You handed him a can of soda (his favorite) then proceed to bite in your snack. Larry silently watched you do before biting in his panini.

“Fu—”

“Told ya, silly bear !” you snorted as you quickly opened his can and he immediately chugged it down.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you kept eating. You shared his silence but chased away his thoughts like the sun scoffing at the thunderclouds. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your thumb caressed the back of his hand.

“Next time you let yourself beaten by your own thoughts without me knowing, I'll choke you with your own hair, Rapunzel,” you murmured.

He snorted at your words but nodded.

“Noted.”

As long as you were there, his thoughts didn't stand a chance.