Wrote a MagnetMirror fic if anyone wants to read it!
btw they are 17 y/os in the show so still minors!! so all of this is NOT 18+ because they are MINORS!!
You Shouldâve Come Over (Again)
He tossed his Bardâs varsity jacket into Casperâs chest, his eyes reflecting first confusion, then pain, and finally, rage.
To Milo, the innocent bystander that Odward was fully ready to shove all the blame on, this jacket meant nothing except for a disbandment of companionship.
To Casper, this was equivalent to getting the wind knocked out of him, equivalent to hearing his first boyfriend (lover? Situation ship? Theyâd never put much of a label on it.) throw the heart Casper had given him back at him. Tears welled up in both Odward and Casperâs eyes, both of their prides too great to let them fall on such a common ground as the Banner Trials.
Both of them knew what this meant. No more late night visits to each otherâs dorms, no more gleeful kisses after a victory for the Bards, no more stolen glances to each other across the field for reassurance. They, as messy as it could come, were broken up.
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Odward pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, choking out sobs. He curled up in his dorm, not worried about waking up a roommate of sorts - heâd gotten lucky when dorms were assigned, receiving a prized single dorm all to himself. He rocked back and forth in his bed, staining his pajama pants with fresh tears. He was exhausted of feeling like this. Nearly every other night, when he got lonely, heâd begin to cry, and then follow that up by sulking about crying.
You ended it. Youâre the one who broke up with him, what the hell are you crying about?
When they were together, Casper would sneak out of his dorm and walk to Odwardâs, the dorm number and route etched into his brain. He would knock three times, and by the time the second knock hit, the door would already be open, bearing a dazed, but excited Odward. He was blind as a bat without his visor (he had it prescription made), and had a secret pair of reading glasses he kept when the orange tint got to be a bit too much.
With reading glasses barely balanced on his face, he would pull Casper into the dorm and theyâd kiss and giggle until they fell asleep in his bed, curled up against each other.
Probably never going to have that again.
The Knights play the Shadows in a week. What a good distraction thatâll prove, when Ssyelle mentions where they got their armor from, and all Odward can seem to remember is Casper hiding him in between scraps of metal at the forge when he heard his dad coming home. All he can remember is Casper using his magnetic tama to remove the covering heâd put Odward in when his dad was gone, Odward pulling him in and kissing him silly, and having to vigorously scrub the soot off of his arms in the shower that night.
What a good distraction thatâll prove, when Odward begins to train the Knights for the game and the memories of kissing Casper in the Bardâs locker room when practice was over and everyone had cleared out fill his head, and when Ssyelle gets promoted to captain all he can think about is Casper becoming captain and showing Odward the best time of his life that afternoon. As much as he tries, this boy has latched onto his cranium and shows no sign of letting go.
You did this. This is your fault.
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âRemember that sound, Oddie?â Jeers Casper.
Odwardâs eyes narrow, his frustration in Casper growing. This whole game is pissing him off. Theyâre shackled in armor, making them essentially Casper and Callistaâs dolls. He hates the way Casper just throws them around, the way the twins dance in circles around them. That comment was the last straw for this game.
When Odward scores a goal, he doesnât hold back. Spitting back the same comment, lacing it with aggression. As he rocks on his heels, cleats digging into the grass, he hears the announcerâs callout.
âCasper Ferreiro faces Odward Stonegarden. These two were once former teammates, and are now fierce opponents.â
Teammates is an understatement.
The whistle blows, and the familiar dance at the beginning of every play begins. But itâs different this time. Something in Odwardâs chest is lurching every time he steps towards Casper, and every retaliation to his move feels like a small stab in his stomach. Casper is flashy by nature, but this is different. This isnât showmanship, this isnât some play to get the audience to cheer. The emotion radiating off of him is palpable, and Odward canât help to match him. Heâs giving Casper everything heâs got, and he resents him for it.
How could he do this to me? How could he be so close to me and exude such distance from me at the same time?
Every juke, every gasped breath, it all feels familiar, yet twisted in some way. This is gut wrenching. Sickening. When Callista kicks him in the stomach, it almost feels like relief. But he canât ignore, that for a second before Callista had kicked him, heâd seen a look of regret in Casperâs eyes. A brief second when his guard had dropped. Casper was an emotional person, Odward knew that. He worked very hard to keep his expressions in check, and when an emotion passed his face, it was a genuine one.
Whatever Casper was feeling, Odward was sure it had manifested on his face too.
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âWhat did you do?â Odward cried out, his vision blurred by tears. He held a limp Casper in his arms, cradling his head. Burns scattered across his exposed skin, tattering his face with red. His hand brushed across the shaved pattern on Casperâ head, the other supporting his waist. The golden Cage around them was melting, turning a hot red, gleefully mimicking the melting metal at Calibanâs forge.
Someone needed to get Casper to the infirmary now. Odward moved his hands to hold Casper in a bridal way, one of his arms holding Casperâs back and the other hooked under his legs. There he stood, underneath the melting Cage, holding the boy that was everything, and as much as he hates to admit it, is still everything to him. His eyes reflecting Keyâs teal flames, knees wobbling with fear. He could hear Callista somewhere in the background, obviously noticing what had happened to her brother.
It was all a blur, handing him off to a group of medics, seeing a blurry Callista being restrained from going to her brother, dropping to his knees and crying. Being escorted out of the melting Cage, seeing Key taken off to the side by Goyen Sugoi.
The image of him holding a burned Casper in his arms, eyes reflecting the flames, seeing Keyâs horrified expression. All of it, seared into his eyelids.
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He grabbed his visor, and walked out of his dorm, beginning the trek to the infirmary. He knew the route by heart, having spent many a day and visits there. The gorotama players are a common visitor to the Kal Asterock infirmary.
The heavy wooden door creaked open, sun rays dappling the floors. Herbs, crystals, and bright potions clattered the walls, white sheets separating the beds. Nurse Volgora perks her head up from a patient, nodding expectantly. She points to a sheet-room. Casper must be in there.
Odward gingerly opens the sheet, revealing an unconscious Casper. His burns arenât too bad, not face changing but still scarring. Heâll probably have those scars for life. Nurse Volgora appears behind him, scaring the daylight out of him.
âHeâs making very good progress. He should be ready soon!â She says cheerfully, putting a hand on his shoulder.
âTo go back to his dorm, silly!â She chuckles.
Right. Of course, why didnât he think of that? Casper will move on from this, and probably him too. Heâll go back to his dorm, go back to playing for the Bards, and Odward will have to stand only seeing him during games. Because they arenât anything, and itâs his fault they arenât anything to each either anymore.
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Odward opened the infirmary door once again. Heâd made sure to visit Casper once every other day, and said had been going on for about a week and a half.
âYour friend! He went back to his dorm this morning!â Nurse Volgora called out from her position beside a patient.
Heâd gone home. Casper was fine now. Thatâs good, he can move on, Both of them can move on now.
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Odward paced his way across his dorm, feet falling as he angrily thought to himself.
He wanted to go over to Casperâs so bad. He wanted to check up on him. Thatâs it. Just a check up, a friendly gesture to make sure he was okay. He didnât want to gently run his hands over Casperâs cheek, over his waist, over every part of him, and her certainly didnât want to press his lips against Casperâs, certainly didnât want to pull him closer until they were flush against each other. He didnât want any of that. Not one single bit.
It was only - he checked the alarm clock at his bedside - 9:40ish, Casper and his roommate would definitely be awake, no doubt. Some kids here stay awake until 1:00 A.M, and Casper wasnât known for not being one of those kids. He should go. To check up on Casper. With Casperâs roommate there.
Shit, he really hoped Casperâs roommate wasnât there. For absolutely no reason at all.
He had made up his mind, adjusted his reading glasses and moved towards the door, hand reaching for the handle. He opened the door, eyes adjusting to the strange sight infront of him.
Not a hint of sarcasm, attitude, or sass. That was the voice reserved for Odward, the genuine voice of Casperâs affection.
Odward grabbed him by the shoulders, his hold on Casper gentle, afraid that one touch to firm would break him. He pulled him forward, into his dorm. Not a doubt in his mind wondered why Casper was here. It was all too familiar - the time, the greeting, the place. He knew why Casper was here, but heâd be damned if he didnât ask to make sure.
âCass. Why are you here?â Odward breathed out.
âCâmon Oddie. I thought you were smarter than this.â A smile tugged at Casper's lips, his arm straying from Odwardâs grip to close the door. Odwardâs gaze deepened, as if he couldnât believe what was happening.
Casper leaned forward, lips brushing Odwardâs. Just barely. Such minimal contact made every fiber in his body catch fire. Casper pulled back slightly, and Odward leaned forward subconsciously. A small giggle escaped Casper, his arms reaching up towards Odwardâs neck, hands trailing up to cup his face. He leaned in to kiss him again, stronger this time, just enough to convince Odward he wouldnât break on impact.
Casper spun Odward around, leading him away from the door. Odward remembered this dance, this game - pulling Casper in from the hallway on late nights, Casper pulling him to his bed and them giggling till they passed out. So much for ânever having this againâ.
Casper pushed down on Odwardâs shoulders, sitting him down on the edge of his bed. Casper positioned himself between Odwardâs knees. Odwardâs hands traveled up Casperâs waist to reach his neck, gently pulling him down into a kiss. He missed this, every part about it. It wasnât awkward, not in the slightest. They remembered each other, remembered how this went. His hands slipped back down to Casperâs waist, pulling at him until he toppled on top of Odward. They shifted until parallel to each other, legs entangled and arms around each other.
Odward raised a finger to gingerly touch Casperâs scarred cheek, eyes tracing across this new part of him. Casperâs gaze darkened with shame.
âTheyâre beautiful.â Whispered Odward.
Casper stared at him for a couple of seconds, and just before Odward worried that wasnât something Casper wanted to hear, Casper flipped him over onto his back and kissed him silly. He trailed kisses down Odwardâs cheek, giggling through kisses on his neck, until craning his forehead to rest it on Odwardâs.
Odward followed in suit, kissing Casper over and over again, sparing his skin no rest from the same treatment. He mumbled words sapped in affection into Casperâs neck, grazing his hands across his waist, along his back, splaying them onto the shaved pattern in Casperâs hair. He traced unintelligible shapes into his back as Casper kissed him, unable to let go of the boy he just got back.
They stayed locked in each otherâs arms until Casper unhappily pried himself from Odwardâs arms and left an hour before dawn. He was giddy the whole walk back to his dorm, eager to make this walk a routine. He hoped Odward would let him make it one.
Odward spent that hour before dawn laying awake in his bed, hoping that Casper would make it a routine to come to his dorm. Maybe they were on different teams. Maybe they still had some things to talk about, but they had all the time in the world to do it.
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