golden. 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍

chapter¹⁴

training

warning: suggestive?, kissing

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your pov

09:38 AM. EVER AFTER HIGH

"phobes," i say, trying to wake him up. he hums, turning over and pulling the blanket over him. "phobes," i whine, making him grumble. 

"darling, let me sleep," he hums. i stop shaking him, sitting on his cloud. he called me darling?! i chuckle internally, before forming a pillow in my hands. i go to throw it down on his face but his two cold hands hold my wrist. "darling, i thought i was going to let me sleep?"

oh no. he's so close to my face. 

"uh..." i quickly get off him, turning away so he can't see my face. "we're training...get ready," i mumble before hiding in the bathroom. 

i scream, covering my mouth so no sound is actually coming out.

"sunny..."

"yeah...?"

"you know i need the bathroom to get ready, right?"

"oh yeah..."

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headmaster grimm gave us permission to use an old training room of ever after high. it's really old and rustic. there are pictures of old members of ever after high. hey, my dad's here! he looks really young. i look like him.

i'm in a gold baggy top with a white under layer and grey joggers. i have some tennis shoes on. my hair in a bun which is really heavy on my head but i can't let it get in the way. 

"this looks like it hasn't been use in years," phobes says, rubbing the dust off his fingers. he's wearing a black vest and black joggers. i don't think he owns any colorful clothes. 

"that's perfect then," i smile at him. "go stand over there,"

"but what if i want to go stand next to you?"

"phobes,"

"alright, alright," he says, putting his hands up. he walks to the opposite side of the room, leaving his hands at his sides. "what now?"

"blast me,"

"excuse me?"

"phobes," i smile, bringing my hand up. a gold mist covers it. "i will not battle you for eternity if actually can't fight me or even defend yourself. blast me,"

"what if i hurt you?"

"you won't, phobes," i say, bringing up a golden shield. "i promise you won't,"

he sighs before a dark mist covers both hands. he blasts it at me and it hits my shield. that was weak.

"try harder than that," i try and encourage him. "i'll do anything you say if you win,"

"anything?" he smirks. sand. why am i beginning to regret that? "you sure, darling?" oh fuck me.

"yes,"

"okay, then. let's do this,"

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i stand over phobes who's lying on the ground. he did well...i'm just better. 

"you okay?" i ask him, putting my hand out. he takes my hand, pulling himself up.  "you did pretty well,"

"don't patronize me, darling," he mumbles, making me squish his cheeks. 

"you are so cute when you're sour," i laugh as he rolls his eyes. "we're going to do this regularly, you'll beat me one day. just not today,"

he hums, looking away from me. 

"what was the thing you wanted?" i ask him, trying to make him look at me. "i'll do it,"

"really?" he asks me, amused. 

"yeah-" he puts both hands on my cheeks and kisses me. oh shit. his lips are soft. so soft. 

"damn, i should have asked you," phobes says, removing his lips from mine. he lets go of my face. "sorry-" i pull him in from his vest, kissing him again. his hands find my hips as he squeezes my hips softly.

"this isn't what i thought you meant then you were going to train," oh no.