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esxvspy · 1 year

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Will the spy

(A/N- I didn’t proofread this so it might be absolute ass, be warned. Also mature language is used and this is inspired by @foodiewithdahoodie idea lol, and tbh this is my first fanfic like- ever. So be nice)

Will POV:

It’s been really tough recently, ever since we lost in our battle against vecna- well, not lost, hawkins is mostly intact and mostly everyone survived, but I guess lost nonetheless. It’s been 2 months and max is still in her coma, the doctors have no idea when she’ll wake up. It’s really taken a toll on Lucas and el, they both feel at fault. It isn’t though, no matter how much they want to believe it is.

It’s vecna’s.

It’s always been his fault.

Now that I’m back in Hawkins I can feel him again. But this time it’s worse. Almost like I can hear his thoughts. It’s awful.

On the bright side, me and mike are finally on good terms again. It’s almost like we never stopped being friends. He’s been super clingy, but I have a feeling it’s just due to nerves. We’re all super on edge now.

El invited mike over today, probably on a date. They haven’t exactly been on good terms recently so this is probably good for them. I really hope they can connect again, no matter how much it pains me to see them together. After all it doesn’t matter if my feelings are jeopardized as long as they’re happy. Especially el, she’s been hyper focused on max at the hospital, she’s barely left her side. She should have time to relax with the guy she’s in love with. I mean what did I expect really, that mike was gonna somehow miraculously return my feelings? No, maybe in my dreams, but this is reality.

*knock knock*

Oh that’s probably him, I don’t think el’s back yet.. hopefully not. I wanna at least have some time with him, I haven’t seen Mike in almost a week.

3rd person POV:

Will swung open the door, maybe a little too eager, but mike doesn’t particularly seem to care as his face lights up with a wide toothy grin. “Hey will! Uh I thought you were helping Dustin today.” Oh. Right. Yeah will might have forgotten about that. Perhaps he’s got too wrapped up in his thoughts. He really meant to go though, it might be too late now so, whatever. Might as well stay here. “Oh, yeah, I kinda sorta forgot to go.. so I’m just gonna stay here and plead forgiveness tomorrow.” Will said, laughing nervously.

“Ha, so.. where is everyone?” Mike said, stepping into the Byers new house, which led directly to the living room. Since nearly everyone cleared out of Hawkins, it wasn’t hard for them to find a new house, and for pretty cheap too! Will stepped back, flipping onto their couch. “Mom and hopper left yesterday to go get Murray, they should be back soon, and el went to the hospital this morning. So she’ll be coming home like, now ish.”

And speak of the devil, there comes el, strolling into the house. Her hair had slightly grown out, and she’s wearing some of max’s clothes that she stole, because as el said, ‘what is she going to do? Take them back? She’s asleep.’ And since will couldn’t argue with that logic, He let her do her thing.

“Hi Mike. Can we talk?” She said softly. Mike just nodded. And they walked into el’s room together, Mike traili b behind her like a sad puppy.

Wills POV:

I decided to go out to the woods behind the house, just to give them some privacy. The walls in our new house are paper thin, so I don’t need to torture myself like that.

I just strolled down the path, I didn’t have any particular direction or place I was heading, but I just kept on moving no matter what. The trees looked beautiful, for it being the apocalypse and all, and to think it’s still nice and hot like summer. I want to paint this scenery, with the green trees, and the blue flowers, the river flowing in the distance, and mike and el-

Wait mike and el?

Instinctively, I found a wide tree to hide behind. I usually don’t spy on people, as it’s not my place to hear their personal business, but I didn’t want to alert them, so what other choice did I have?

Mikes POV:

“So why did you bring me out here again?” I said questioning, I mean first she took me to her room, where we just stayed silent for like- forever. And then she just says, ‘let’s go outside, it’ll be more private.’ Which I get but that’s a lot of moving that I wasn’t prepared to do today.

“It’s secluded, will is in his room, and the walls are thin. I don’t want him hearing what I need to say.”

That makes sense. I bet they must be thankful that Jonathan shares a room with Nancy at my house huh. Unlucky for me, but they’re probably living it up.

“Listen, mike.” She takes my hands into hers, tentatively and gently. Looking up at me. God I hope this isn’t what I think it is.“We need to break up.” Oh thank the lord. I was really hoping that she wasn’t like-proposing or something. “Oh, uhm, ok.. why? Like, I thought I fixed us?” No I didn’t, I was completely bullshitting. I know this, she knows this, it’s known.

“No mike, you didn’t. You lied.” She paused. “Look mike, I love you. More than anything. But I don’t think you love me, not the way I want you too at least..” She pulls her hands away and takes a step back. “You lied when you said you loved me at first sight. Because you didn’t, you wanted to send me away.” Tears began to form in her eyes. “You lied when you said that your life started the day you found me, you lied when you said you weren’t scared of me, and you lied when you said you loved me.”

I felt really guilty, because what she’s saying is completely true. I mean I couldn’t even say it on my own volition, I had to be pushed by will.

Oh.

Will.

Jeez, just the thought of him makes my mind go blank, I’ve known for a whole that I’m in love with him, it’s taken me a minute to accept that, but I finally have. And I’ve kind of been waiting for this moment to come, which, now that I’m thinking that out, sounds really rude. Damn.

I couldn’t speak, I didn’t even know what to say.

“El I-… I’m sorry.” Was all I could muster.

“I know mike. I know.”

Suddenly tears started spewing out of my eyes, and el carefully wrapped her arms around me. I held her right as i cried. I felt sorry, genuinely sorry. I have no idea the pain that i must have caused her. Especially after she requested for the painting to be made and everything. But she doesn’t need me. She never did. She was always strong and independent. And I couldn’t give her the support she needed. If anything I was holding back her full potential.

But suddenly a realization came to mind.

I haven’t cried in front of someone in 2 years.

“*sniff* thanks el. For uhm, everything really.” I smiled, still slightly teary eyed.

“You are welcome Mike.” She smiled, a little teary eyed herself.

“Oh, thanks for the painting by the way, even if the point is kind of meaningless now that we’re over, I still feel like I should thank you.”

El paused, and I heard a sharp squeak from nearby.

Wills POV:

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

Holy shit I’m dead

He’s gonna find out now

Screwed.

3rd person POV:

Mike quickly brushed off whatever he had heard, he just claimed it was a deer and moved on.

“Mike.. what painting?”

Mike froze. “…what do you mean ‘what painting’ ?? Remember? The painting you requested that will make? For me? Talking about how you will always need me?”

El thought for a moment, a puzzled look on her face. “I didn’t request any painting from will.” I told you in my letter to you, that he wouldn’t even show me what he’s working on.” She looked around for a minute before leaning in. “I would ask will about it. If he told you it was from me, there may be some reason behind him saying that.” She winked and smiled before walking away from mike, and leaving towards the house.

And that when mike remembered.

“Will has been painting a lot, but he won’t show me what he’s working on. Maybe it is for a girl. I think there is someone he likes.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Mike is so stupid.

And he needs to talk to will right now.

#byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #gay people #byler fanfic

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thmgau · 4 months

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CHAPTER 23 - THE CASTLE OF CELESTIALS [wattpad link]

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“Welcome to the Castle of Celestials!”

The group stared in awe at the Castle of Celestials.

“Wow... this place looks beautiful.” “Pretty boring once you’ve been living here for 3000 years. It’s just a big ol’ castle.” “Just wait until you see the inside!!” Spring grinned, twirling over to the entrance of the Castle. The others followed suit, taking their first step into the Castle of Celestials.

It was like nothing they had ever seen before. The walls were glowing white & yellow & blue, their colors ever-shifting. It was almost ethereal, seeing something so bright & gorgeous in the depths of the galaxy.

“Holy shit. We don’t have anything like this on Earth.” “Alright. You 5 have to be quiet when we go to Dad’s room. Fate would be so mad if she ever found out we brought humans to the castle.” “I’m sure this ‘Fate’ would make an exception for the ‘heroes of the prophecy’, yeah?” “Maybe. Just be quiet.”

The 7 of then were silent as they traversed the Castle of Celestials. The Castle seemed bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. It was absolutely awe-inspiring.

After a few minutes, the group found themselves outside of a room with the symbols of the sun & the moon painted upon the door. The heroes could only assume this is where Spring & Storm’s father resides.

Spring knocked on the door a couple of times, in a rhythmic manner.

A moment later, a voice cried out from inside the room, saying “Come in!”

Spring opened the door as she, Storm, & the heroes entered inside the room. The room was fairly large, with a bed in the distance. A few feet in front of the bed were 2 thrones: a yellow one with a sun symbol & a blue one with a moon symbol. The yellow throne was empty (as to be expected), but the blue throne had someone sitting in it.

From the looks of it, they appeared to be around the same height that Sun was. Their hair was blue, & curly just like Storm’s was. The skirt they wore went down to their ankles, sort of representing the water. Based on all of the moon imagery, the group assumed that this was Mr. Moon.

Wiping a tear off of novs face, nov looked up & saw Spring & Storm standing there. The stars in their eyes lit up instantly.

“Spring! Storm!”

Leaping out of their throne, Mr. Moon ran up & wrapped their kids in an embrace.

“Oh, how I missed you two so much! You had me so worried! I thought you’d never come back!” nov sobbed. “Of course we’d come back! We’re not stupid!” Storm chuckled. “We did miss you, though.” “Sorry for leaving, Dad..” “You know leaving the Castle is against the rules.. but I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Releasing from the hug, Mr. Moon caught a glance of the group.

“Oh, & who might these people be?” “Oh, these are the heroes!” “The- the heroes?” Mr. Moon gasped. “Yea, we uhh.. took care of your kids on Earth.” Cherry said.

Mr. Moon approached Cherry & shook their hand.

“Oh, I cannot thank you enough for keeping my children safe!” “It’s the least we could do.” “Anyways, uh.. your kids also wanted us to get you & your ex back together?”

“Oh..” Mr. Moon sighed. “I suppose that makes sense. It’s been 2,200 years since they’ve last seen Sun..” “Yeah, maybe not telling us what happened to Mom until yesterday wasn’t your best move, Dad.” “Yeah, my parents dealt with their divorce a lot better than that.” “It’s just..”

Mr. Moon spun around & sat back in their throne.

“Usually it’s easy to forget someone when their presence isn’t there. But Sun... I could never forget aem now. Not after the mistake I had made. & I don’t think I’ll ever get a proper chance to apologize.”

The group glanced at each other, & then back at Mr. Moon.

“What.. caused the split, if I may ask?” “Well..-” Mr. Moon choked back tears. “When a Celestial dies, they don’t die forever. It’s only for a certain number of years. Sun was dead for around.. 200 years, give or take. I had nearly forgotten about them when they returned, due to having to take care of Spring & Storm, & having to raise & set the sun for them each day.”

The group was listening very intently to Mr. Moon’s story.

“Sun was.. understandably very angry when ae learned ae fell out of my memory. I tried to make it up to them, but... but..” “But they left to go live on Mercury for 2000 years, never to be seen again..?” “..Precisely.”

Mr. Moon curled novs legs up to novs chest. “..& it’s all my fault.” nov sobbed.

Cherry scuffled over closer to the Celestial.

“Listen, dude..” Cherry started. “It’s not your fault. Well.. not entirely your fault, anyway. Sun shouldn’t have gotten mad at you for something that was out of your control, & you shouldn’t have waited 2,000 years to tell Spring & Storm.”

Mr. Moon nodded, for this was the truth.

“It’s not too late to reconcile with Sun, though!” “But.. but they’re on Mercury! No other Celestial is able to withstand the temperatures there!” “We’ll help you, then. Come on.”

#thmgau #the castle of celestials

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purplesurveys · 6 months

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What name do you go by most often? Robyn. It's awesome. It's a first name that can also stand as a nickname already.

Have you ever played Geoguessr? I haven't, but I just looked it up and sounds like a lot of fun.

How many times have you been to a Disney theme park? I have never been to any Disney attraction – Disneyland, Disney World, the resorts...and tbh not really interested in ever going. It just looks so crowded no matter what time of the year you go, and I bet everything is really expensive. I didn't grow up much a Disney kid anyway so I don't think I'd be missing out on anything.

Are there any live plants in the room with you? There aren't. Can't take care of plants to save my life.

Did you grow up with your cousins, first or otherwise? I grew up with one set of cousins, the ones from my mom's older brother's side. To this day they're the cousins that my siblings and I are closest with, to the point that we call the elder brother simply 'Kuya' (just how you'd call a blood older brother) because of how close we are.

Who is your favorite That 70′s Show character, if you have one? I never got into That 70s Show. Tried watching the first episode but I struggled with finding the humor.

What color is your hair? It's a light brown again now, with the black roots growing out. I'll dye it back to purple but I'll do that once I get my 13th month so I can allocate some extra monies for it.

Can you see any type of flag from where you are? No.

Do you eat shellfish? What is your favorite? I looooooooove them all. My favorite would be either crabs or oysters.

What’s your favorite theme song to a TV show/cartoon? I never skip the intros to Friends, Breaking Bad, and The Walking Dead.

Are your nails painted? What color? They aren't.

What is your favorite way to eat chicken? Wings. The saucier and spicier the better.

Can you name all the major sports teams in your city/state? So our country is too small (and underdeveloped in the sports space, if we're being blunt) to warrant major sports teams for every region. What we have instead are national teams for a few sports, and yes I'm familiar with how we call them.

Do you use a comb or a hairbrush or both? Comb.

What was the last movie you watched? Breaking Dawn Part 2 since I marathoned the whole Twilight Saga a couple of weekends ago.

Have you ever seen BoJack Horseman? I have. It was fantastic and definitely deserves all the praise, but I don't know if I have it in me to do a rewatch of the entire show any time soon.

What color is your house/building? It's a beige/creamish shade.

Do you know the middle name of the person you last talked to in person? Yes.

What is today’s date? How many days til your birthday? It's October 22. I don't know the number of days, but it's almost exactly 6 months before my next birthday.

When is the last time you had Starbucks? I had coffee from there last Saturday.

What is your favorite number? Does it have to do with a specific date? 7. It coincidentally does, and in a cute way too I'd say. :) 7 is a very significant number in the BTS fandom, but I also happened to be a fan April 7th, 2021.

Do you watch SNL? Who are your favorite cast members? I've seen spiels of some of my favorite celebs who've been on the show but I've never seen a full ep and am much less familiar with the roster.

What color is your phone? It's blue.

Do you have any siblings? Yup.

How many hours of sleep do you get a night? Anywhere between 7-9 hours.

What did you have for lunch? I haven't had it yet today, but yesterday I had fried chicken and burger steak from Jollibee. With rice, of course.

Favorite streaming service? I don't have a favorite. Certain streaming services will always have certain programs that the others don't, so I go to whichever based on what I'm in the mood for.

Who is your favorite Pokemon? Ho-oh.

Do you like soup? What kinds? Only when I'm sick, or if I'm in a Japanese restaurant where they almost always serve miso soup as a freebie lol. I like miso soup and mushroom soup the most.

When was the last time you flew on a plane? Last June when my family and I went to Malaysia, literally immediately after I landed from my trip to Thailand with friends.

What is your favorite movie Paul Rudd has been in? I haven't watched a lot of things that feature him, honestly. I've only seen him on Friends and I loved him as Mike on there.

What room of your house (or otherwise) are you in? My bedroom. I need to quarantine here for a few more days before I set myself free.

Do you know how to play the card game Skip-Bo? I've never heard of that.

What was the last thing to annoy you? My sister being so boisterous when she was playing her Resident Evil game last Friday night. She was screaming and exclaiming and groaning every few seconds and it was making me jump every time cos I never knew when she was going to make noise next and how loud she was going to be.

Who is your favorite comedian? I haven't watched much of Sindhu Vee's bits but in the stuff I've seen of hers so far, whether stand-up or interviews, she seems like such a smart person. I'd love to listen to her tell her whole life story.

What are some names you like that start with the first letter of your name? Rachel, Renee, Rose, Rosie.

When is the next time you’ll be in a pool or body of water? Might be in December.

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 3 years

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High Priest, Pt. 2

From “The Many Akumatizations of Luka Couffaine.”

The class was, for the most part, silent.

No one knew what to feel after yesterday, Juleka included. It was… Everything was fine, they were all hanging out, and then Lila mentioned that Marinette got out of trouble for bullying her, which was horrible, and… and…

Juleka didn’t know who pushed Marinette. She just knew that someone did. No one goes from backing away from a hoard of angry teenagers to crumpled at the bottom of concrete stairs by the Seine by yourself. And then Lila had said,

“Wow, I can’t believe she’s faking being hurt. She has a lot of nerve after pushing me down the stairs. I didn’t make such a big deal out of it.”

And they all just left her.

But Marinette wasn’t faking. She’d seen it in Luka’s face when her parents had called him, saying that Marinette was in the hospital and that he needed to come, as her boyfriend (her boyfriend, Luka was her boyfriend, when Lila had told them Marinette had bullied her because of Marinette’s jealousy over how close she and Adrien were-). And now…

And now…

The class was silent.

Who was the guilty one, Juleka wondered. Not Lila, she had stood at the back of the group while they accosted Marinette. Not Adrien, who hadn’t gotten involved and hadn’t defended Marinette, a true neutral that wasn’t neutral at all. Not Chloe, who wasn’t even there and chatted away with Sabrina without a care in the world, unknowing or uncaring about their hospitalized friend. But Alya, but Nino, but Kim, but anyone…

There was a murderer among them.

A sharp trill of their phones went off, all of them at once. The akuma alert. Alya, who already had her phone out, was the first to shout. “There’s an akuma at Arc Hospital!”

Juleka paled. (“I’m going to Arc Hospital! Tell mom not to wait for me!”)

“Apparently it can transform the environment,” Alya gushed, like her best friend wasn’t in danger. No one noticed Adrien leaving with a rushed excuse about the bathroom - they were all used to his weak bladder by now. “That’s so cool! I’ve never seen an akuma do that before!”

“There might be a sentimonster along with it,” Nino pointed out. “Maybe on the hospital itself, and that’s why it transformed.”

“Oh, that makes more sense!” Alya replied, already packing up her bag. “I’m going to head to the sight; someone has to document the akuma!”

“I’ll go with you,” Nino said.

The two were heading out the door, nothing too different, when Lila spoke up, shakily raising her hand. “C-Can I come too?” she asked. “It’s just… I’ve been so worried about Ladybug lately; akuma’s have been getting a lot stronger, so I just thought that I could be there for her, cheer her on?”

Alya looked nervous. “Well, actually-”

“That’s a great idea!” Rose gushed, like they didn’t have a friend in that specific hospital. “I’m sure Ladybug will defeat the akuma with her best friend by her side!”

“Yeah!”

“Hey, we should go too!”

“Ladybug will certainly feel empowered if an entire class cheers her on!”

“Sure. She’ll probably end up needing Queen Bee, if the akuma is that powerful.”

We shouldn’t do that, Juleka tried to say, only for the words to get stuck in her throat. Did they see that they were putting themselves in danger, potential hostages for the akuma? But no, they were blind. Lila led them like lemmings, encouraging them, saying “Yes, of course Ladybug would love that, we should all go!”

That’s how, despite her instincts, Juleka was forced into going to ground zero. At least she wasn’t the only one disliking the situation. Both Alya and Nino looked put out for some reason, and Chloe was just unhappy in general.

The hospital had been transformed into a temple. “Aztec,” Rose whispered as they all stared up at the pyramid. “It looks… like those pictures from that research project Luka was doing.” Juleka nodded and suddenly had a horrible feeling about who exactly the akuma was. The stone looked rough, the mica a sandy-grey. Pictographs were carved into the stone, unlike any Juleka had ever seen, with each image growing more and more graphic in violence as the class climbed the pyramid together. They all… looked like people, she noticed.

The truly concerning factor, however, was the group of people that gathered at the bottom of the pyramid as the class trekked upward. But no one else set foot on the temple. They were utterly alone.

There was only one entrance into the temple, a wide, gaping mouth of a door. Fire flickered inside the opening. Alya gave a shaky smile as she readied her camera. “Well, I guess we’re expected, right guys?” Her attempt at a joke fell flat as the class inched into the temple.

The inside was covered in carvings, intricate and beautiful, painted and bright. Most of them depicted a beautiful dark-haired woman with a crescent moon on her forehead being worshiped. Was she the akuma? Some woman with a god-complex that turned the hospital into… this? Torches lined the walls, throwing dark shadows across the paintings. “They look like they’re moving,” Nathaniel whispered, enthralled as the class spread out, everyone looking around the interior.

Alix frowned. “It doesn’t look very Aztec to me.”

At the center of the room was a glass altar. Or, more accurately, as Juleka approached it, a glass coffin. The frosted glass concealed the content’s identity at a distance, but up close, Juleka realized it was… “Marinette?”

That got everyone’s attention. Shocked gasps and exclamations filled the room. Alya pushed her way to the front. “What? No, it can’t be…”

Nino looked at the coffin nervously. “She can’t be akumatized, can she?”

“Of course not!” Alya spat back, coming to the defense of her comatose best friend. “She’s too strong to-”

Lila clung to Alya, cutting her off. “She was probably so upset that I revealed she was bullying me!” She wailed, the sound grating in the echoing expanse of the hall. “Oh, it’s all my fault that Marinette finally got akumatized!” For a moment, Juleka thought Lila sounded… vindicated? What?

“Cease your lies, Defiler of this hallowed place. -A strong, male, familiar voice boomed out, seemingly from nowhere-“Lest your accursed tongue wound the ears of our slumbering Goddess.”

From the shadows immerged a blue figure, dressed like a stereotypical Aztec priest. His skin, mostly his bare chest and face, was covered in black tattoos, like the line of triangles under his left eye and over his right. He wore a large, jeweled necklace that sparkled in the fire light, and feathers, dark blue and pink, trailed out of his short hair and down his back, past the linen skirt he wore to cover his modesty.

It was obvious at first glance that the akuma was Luka.

What was also obvious was the large, ceremonial knife in his hand.

“Rejoice, heretics, non-believers, and renouncers of the faith,” the akuma said, looking down on their class with cold rage. “The day has come at last to join our Goddess in everlasting peace at her side. For I, the High Priest, have been given the sacred duty of awakening the Goddess of the Moon, the Melody of all Hearts, the Ever-Resting Queen… and it is with your blood that she will live again.”

Rose trembled at Juleka’s side. “Our… blood?” she whispered.

“Correct.” He could hear them, oh no, oh no… “Either through service or sacrifice, it matters little to me. Though my Goddess may wish for you to bleed through service, I care not so long as the blood is taken.”

“You…” Alya growled, then snapped, pointing at the High Priest. “Ladybug and Chat Noir will defeat you and save Marinette, you fiend. And if you think any of us are joining you, you’ve got another thing coming!”

“So, you have chosen death.” The room grew darker, the torches dimming. The High Priest’s eyes glowed neon blue. “Then may my Goddess have mercy on your fleeting soul…

“For I will have none.”

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grey-sides · 2 years

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Day 27 of chrisbitchtree's Harringrove April, "vaseline!" My response to yesterday's prompt is, here. This is just fluff and shenanigans.

Steve’s mom is kind of obsessed with Vaseline for some reason he can’t quite figure out. Maybe his dad bought stock in the shit because their house is full of the little jars with the blue lid. When he was little, his mom would smear his entire face with it in the winter so he wouldn’t get wind-chapped. And now she shouts at him if he thinks of leaving the house without putting some on the backs of his hands before he puts on his gloves. She tells him it’s going to keep him from getting wrinkles, which he doesn’t care about, but he listens anyway.

Steve has noticed Billy’s hands over the year of living with him in his parent’s house. They’re calloused on the palms and fingers, but generally soft on the backs. His fingers are thicker than Steve’s, not by a lot, but by enough. And he tends to keep the nails a little too short and bitten off. He likes to wear rings and if Max and Jane come over, he’ll let them paint his nails. Steve hasn’t done a study of Billy’s hands, but he knows them intimately, just like his own.

So it’s for all of these reasons that Steve cannot begin to imagine Billy’s thought process of trying on his class ring. Steve had almost forgotten that he owns a class ring, after Nancy had politely rejected it, he had stuck it in his sock drawer to languish forever. This means Billy has definitely been going through his things, not that Steve’s super surprised. Billy tells him all the time that what’s Steve’s is Billy’s and what Billy’s is also Billy’s.

Maybe, if Billy had tried it on his pinky finger, Steve could understand. Or if he had wrapped the band in yarn to slide over his necklace chain like a girl. These things would make sense and Steve is pretty sure even he could have figured it out on his own. So Billy’s desire to put it on his pointer finger on his right hand is truly the stuff of myth.

Steve is getting in from a shift, his mom is in the living room watching a soap opera and his dad is making dinner for once. It’s probably not going to be very good, but Steve thinks it’s the thought that counts and it will make his mom smile. He calls a quick greeting to them both and heads up the stairs to his bedroom where Billy will probably be. There’s music coming down the stairs, Black Sabbath if Steve can tell, but otherwise, the room is quiet.

Billy’s back is to him when he gets the door open and his hair is hanging over his face. He’s kind of hunched over on the bed and he turns a wild-eyed stare at Steve when he hears the door.

“I’m fine!” he cries, turning around just as quickly.

Steve raises a brow, walking into the room and depositing his keys on the dresser by the door. He kicks off his shoes and takes off his vest, tossing it in the direction of his desk chair. “You don’t sound fine?”

Billy grunts and hunches over even further. He has his hands in his lap and Steve leans over to try and get a look at him. “It’s nothing,” Billy insists. “I got it.”

“Billy,” Steve asks slowly, approaching with both hands up. “What happened?”

Billy’s face is kind of red which is nothing compared to his finger, red and a little purple and swollen. He tries to laugh it off, but it’s clear he’s embarrassed. “I- uh- well, I thought it would fit.”

Steve bites his lip to keep from laughing, schooling his features into something calm and collected. It’s so dumb. It’s such a dumb problem. He feels like a little kid to have to deal with this instead of monsters from another dimension. “How did you try to get it off?”

“Uh- pulling it?” Billy asks like Steve is dumb. Which he can be, but this is not one of those times.

“And that didn’t work?”

“Obviously,” Billy snaps. “You got any better ideas?”

“I do,” Steve replies because his mom has gotten her rings stuck before when she’s had a bit too much to drink. “Come on.”

Steve gestures for Billy to follow him to the bathroom and he pulls the plug on the sink. He gets the water running cool, pooling into the basin of the sink, and grabs for Billy’s hand. Steve sticks it into the water, which Billy hisses at, but he doesn’t let go. He needs the swelling to go down first.

They stand there for a little bit, Steve refreshing the water every so often so it stays cool. Billy keeps grumbling under his breath and pushing his forehead into Steve’s shoulder. It’s silly and domestic and Steve can’t believe this has actually happened.

“If you wanted my class ring so bad, you could have just asked,” Steve says after a while, turning Billy’s hand over in the sink.

“You could have offered like a half a year ago,” Billy retorts, clearly still frustrated.

Steve laughs a little and pulls Billy’s hand out of the water. He looks it over, his finger is far less swollen and the ring seems a little looser. He takes a moment to press a kiss to it and smiles at Billy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you wanted to go steady,” he murmurs.

Steve reaches for a towel and carefully dries off Billy’s hand, holding it upright. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” He gives Billy a look and heads back to the bedroom, swiping his tub of Vaseline off the bedside table. For once, his mother’s obsession is coming in handy.

Billy has migrated to the counter, perching upon it and keeping his hand aloft. “What are you doing?”

Steve opens the lid of the tub and swipes some of the sticky jelly onto his fingers. It’s not perfect, but he’s not wasting lube on this. He starts to massage it around the ring band, using his nails to push it up underneath so it touches Billy’s skin. “Getting the ring off without breaking it,” he explains patiently.

Billy watches him work, eyes narrowed on the glob of Vaseline on his finger. Despite his grumbles and his red cheeks, he stays still for Steve and even holds his breath when Steve attempts to wiggle the ring off. It slides off with a pop and Steve drops it in the sink so he can clean it off. He shakes his head at Billy and hands him another towel.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” Steve tells him, digging Vaseline out of the crevices of his ring.

Billy snorts and presses a kiss to the back of Steve’s head. “Thank you,” he mutters reluctantly. “I never got a class ring.”

Steve turns a little, raising his brows. “No?”

Billy shakes his head, shrugging. “Didn’t really want one from Hawkins anyway.” He walks out of the bathroom with the Vaseline to put it back and switch the tape over to something they both like.

Steve looks down at the ring for a moment, the gem is blue and the silver is looking a little less shiny from all the greasy Vaseline. He smiles for a moment at it and then follows Billy into the bedroom. He holds it up, looking at Billy. “We’re wrapping it in string first and getting you a new chain for it, okay? But it’s yours.”

Billy tries to hide his smile, but Steve can see it from the way he presses his lips together. He sets the ring on top of the Vaseline jar for safekeeping until they can find some string for it. Steve kisses Billy’s finger again that is finally going back to normal and they lay back on the bed together.

It’s Billy clearing his throat that rouses Steve from a light doze and he turns to look at him with half-mast eyes. “You can have my ring too,” he says, holding up the one he wears on his middle finger.

Steve takes it with a smile and slips it over his middle finger. It’s too big and it’s warm from Billy’s skin. But he’s sure they can find enough string to wrap around this one too.

(I know that Steve has given Billy two rings on necklaces, I get that, but in the 80s it was fairly popular to give your significant other your class ring. It has since fallen out of fashion, but I think an old-fashioned boy like Steve would be into that)

#harringrove #chrisbitchtree #drabble #greye writes #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove

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chase — renhyuck

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

tw bullying, violence, swearing, yandere themes, possessive themes, blood, weapons (a gun, a grenade), implied noncon, implied kidnapping, mentions of stalking

disc i dont condone this behavior

wc 5k

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29 hours before the annual purge

“hold her down—i said hold her down, idiot!”

putting everything into account, they saw you more like a glorified chew toy than an actual person.

they ruined your life simultaneously and it's ironic, that despite being sworn rivals, it seems you were their neutral ground—after one has had their own fun, you’re passed on to the other person so they can deliver that final, shattering blow that weakens your resolve.

it was meant to be that way because it had always been that way. you’re the unlucky loser that ignited the worse sides of both lee haechan and huang renjun.

they’re like oil and water; they don’t mix but with you, they found a compromise. stealing your lunch money, trashing your homework, quickies in between lectures. all of these should’ve been enough to give them a good power trip. but they’ve developed a hunger so severe that these past instances are but mere crumbs that hardly satisfy their cravings.

it was beyond exhausting, being caught in between two headstrong people that were unwilling to back down at any cost. their aggression and anger towards each other directly being channeled onto you as they shove and swing you around like some ragdoll.

you weren’t a bunch of kids, you knew that. you don’t cry and sob and say that it’s unfair, you hold your chin high and walk up to the guidance counselor’s office to report them for bullying. but you never should’ve underestimated the power of money and their respective families’ broad network of connections.

without a doubt, the empty promises for justice is what broke your heart the most. it breaks with every bruise, every tight grip, and every nasty name the people willingly turned a blind eye to.

it’s sad but it was a reality you taught yourself to get used to—the meek mouse learning how to evade the cats hot on her trail.

but you weren’t as lucky today.

“i am holding her down.”

a pair of lips comes in contact with your neck. its feathery and light at first until its biting down to mark you with his teeth. not too strong to draw blood, but enough to dent the surface of the skin.

haechan has an oral fixation. biting his lips. his nails. whenever you see him, he always has a lollipop on his mouth and if he doesn’t, he’s painting hickeys across your skin. you hated his oral fixation, especially when makeup and clothes proved useless to hide the marks he gives you.

“why run?” renjun asks you, slipping his fingers underneath your skirt as he kneels. “you know you have nowhere to hide in the campus.”

haechan snorts. “or anywhere else.”

it’s always the same thing. you go to school. you sit in your first period for thirty minutes until one of them shows up. then the other boy probably felt a gut instinct that he’s missing out on the fun. last time, it was an empty classroom in the abandoned left wing.

they like taking you there all the time, it was always dark, the blinds pulled and shut tight. not to mention it was incredibly dusty. but both male knew you’re afraid of the dark, exactly why it’s their favorite spot. but empty classrooms and supply closets are close seconds, too.

“you’re so pathetic. useless—only know how to whine like a fucking pornstar,” he quickly comments, feeling you arch against him when renjun’s tongue comes in contact with the pearl between your legs. “my cumdump.”

you feel a sharp exhale against your lower lips. you shudder. renjun clicks his tongue in annoyance. “can you shut up? you’re making my dick soft with all that talking.”

but haechan had ignored him completely, blissfully ignorant of the petite boy’s frustrations as he angles your head up to crash his lips onto yours. when he slightly pulls away, still playfully nibbling your bottom lip, what he said next made your blood run cold.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

6 hours before the annual purge

the price to pay for protection started rising again this year and you, much like your neighbors, are in a sense of turmoil. jamming the doors with cabinets and nailing your windows with wood is hardly enough to satisfy the gnawing feeling in your stomach. much less when you didn’t even have a weapon to wield other than a wooden bat and a cheap taser you bought on sale.

“its not like anyone will be coming for you, right?” the little girl says, touching the randomest stuff in your apartment. her name was naeun and she never really liked pink and sparkles like most girls her age, maybe that’s why she took a liking to you.

her mom works a 9 to 5 and her grandma stays with her on occasion. but the old lady loved to sleep, naeun said, so she gets the chance to slip out and come knocking on your door. you tried shooing her out of your apartment countless times but she’s stubborn.

she reminds you of yourself.

“well, i hope no one does.” you joked, putting on a turtleneck.

naeun’s mom doesn't like you as much as it is, but if you yourself let naeun see the bruises on your skin? you’d hate yourself forever. “now, come on little missy, go back to your grandma. i need to head over to the bank to settle my protection fees.”

“but you just said no one is going to come for you anyway,” she whines stomping towards the door. “mom already settled ours yesterday becase grammy forced her to. mommy said it was just a waste of money because who’d bother to rob us anyway?”

a memory flashes in your head. two boys who’ve sandwiched you between them in the dark of a fucking supply closet at uni. wandering hands, labored whispers, curt giggles, one pair of lips trailing up your neck while the other up your inner thigh.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

you needed that protection. that was no slip up because haechan never makes mistakes. if he wanted to make you feel like some animal on the run after catching a whiff of trouble then he sure is doing a good job.

“hey! i think you just went someplace else there,” naeun says, nudging your side irritably to get your attention again.

you try forcing out a chuckle but it doesn't work, still deeply peeved by a memory from last week replaying vividly in your mind. if they ever mean what they meant (which you know they do) then this is now more than just trying to get through the night—you have to survive, prepare, and pray neither of them finds you.

“i think your grandma’s right in doing what she did, naeun. with humans, you’ll never know.”

and just like that naeun went silent, bid you goodbye, and disappeared behind the apartment door.

the bank was a quick walk from your apartment. you hardly broke much sweat and you even managed to stop by the grocery store to make some last-minute runs. the store’s nearly empty, deserted of any human being as the seconds slowly but surely ticked away. it was only when you walked past aisle seven did you pause, the hairs on your back standing as a slow chill crawled up your spine.

you look over your shoulder.

no one’s there.

you swallow, quickly looking down your watch to check the time as you made your way to counter. 3 hours before the annual purge. you needed to get your ass moving. you just need to grab one more thing and you’ll best be on your way.

you practically ran towards the dairy section and just as you spin around, strawberry ice cream pint in your hands, you jump as he appears before you in thin air and you drop whatever you’re holding.

“such a skittish little kitten,” renjun clicks his tongue, bending down to retrieve the ice cream on the floor. “here you go.”

you couldn’t even stare at him in the eye. your hands shook but it wasn’t because of the cold desert. now you get it. it’s his eyes you felt on you earlier, ever intrusive and piercing as he watched you from afar. was he stalking you?

“i didn’t quite catch a thank you, kitty.”

how foolish of you to think he’ll let you duck away without at least speaking to him, hm?

“thank… thank you?”

renjun grins, satisfied with your stuttering as he raises a hand to ruffle your hair—he ignores how you flinched away from him—before walking away with one hand in his coat pocket, whistling an eerie tune that can haunt your nightmares way after purge night.

“see you later, kitten.”

if it wasn’t the whistling that set you on edge or that clear promise of your doom—it’s the pack of zip ties and duct tape in his hands.‏‏‎ ‎

you were watching a rerun of your favorite morning reality tv when it cuts to the dreaded blue screen showing the flag of korea.

this is not a test.

this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the south korean government.

weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. all other weapons are restricted.

commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 am when the purge concludes.

may god be with you all.

you’ll never get used to the blaring siren that echoes through the empty streets. you can feel the floor vibrating and it travels throughout your whole body as the dread starts sinking deep into your skin.

you’ve already double checked all your windows and the front door. activated the security system provided by the bank. and you’ve also already charged your taser and have hammered down nails into your wooden bat. fine. if they wanted to scare and bully you into a panicked frenzy, it did its job but fuck no will you go down without a fight.

you shut all the lights, the apartment basking in the moonlight glow brought by the translucent curtains as you make your way to your bedroom, nearest the emergency exit just in case they barge through your front door by force.

at first, nothing happened. it was peaceful. tranquil. you can hear a pin drop with how quiet it was. both inside and outside. you were almost tempted to cover your mouth in case you were breathing too loud.

it’s silent. until it wasn’t.

your phone rings. it’s there, vibrating on your desk and you make long strides until you’re face to face with a set of numbers on your screen. an unregistered contact. there’s a debate inside your head whether to answer it or not, fingers hovering between the red and green button… until it eventually lands on the green.

you put it up to your ear, hands sweating as you wait with bated breath for the person on the other end to speak.

“kitten?”

it’s renjun. you don’t answer.

“i can hear you breathing, you know. i can’t wait to see you. we’ll have so much fun together. it’s sad that i have to share with that imbecile but better half of you than nothing of you, right?” he laughs and you feel a rush of anger surge through you. yet, you don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“i can see you’re angry, little kitty. while it’s cute and hot… don’t be. turn that frown upside down for me, wouldn’t you?”

but the blinds are drawn he couldn’t have seen you—

“you’re never going to get me, you fucking bastard. i’m not scared of you,” you sure do hope he can’t hear the tremble in your voice. “whatever you plan on doing to me, you’ll fail.”

you walk back slowly, eyes darting everywhere to look for a camera they could’ve installed in your room. they have connections and the money to do it so you won’t put it past them.

“oh, my stupid kitty. how can we fail when we already got a head start?”

the floorboard behind you creaks and before you could turn around, someone slams your head against the desk. you hear a crack, whether it’s the screen of your laptop or your nose, you couldn’t tell. the person is agile and silent as he maneuvers you to the ground and seals your lips with duct tape.

“after all,” haechan giggles. “you can’t lock out what’s already inside, kitten.”

your phone lands somewhere near your head. renjun has already dropped the call and the line goes silent.

squirming, you glared at the person on top of you. is this how you’re gonna go? you can’t deny, even you yourself find this pathetic. the security alarms you bought, the nail-studded bat, your taser, everything was all for naught? just because you didn’t check under your bed to make sure no one was there?

how long was haechan waiting? when naeun was still here? when you went out to buy groceries?

you thought it would be fear you’ll be feeling as you get caught but the emotion isn’t present at all. instead, it’s white hot anger that overrides your system and forces you to act without thinking—and it just fucking saved your life.

haechan always saw you as a vulnerable, sad little human being who couldn’t do shit on her own. it’s easy to underestimate you and that’s his first mistake.

the second is rather foolish—not tying your legs up first. it’s all too easy to slam your forehead against his before jerking your leg up to knee him in the balls.

you can see the anger in his eyes clear as day as you made a run for it to the kitchen, having come up with another escape plan—because surely if you went down the emergency exit, haechan would’ve caught up easily with those long legs after he’s recovered from your assault.

your nose was probably bleeding and your head is in the early stages of a full blown migraine, at least you were able to function enough to wobble your way towards the trash chute situated near the stove. you had cursed that chute the first day you moved in here (who would put a trash chute next to a fucking stove) but the day has come for you to thank the gods that you have that in your house.

going for a swim in all your neighbors’ trash is disgusting and unplanned (plus, falling down maybe six floors to your doom) but you’ll choose that over lee haechan and huang renjun any day.

“don’t you dare fucking think about it!”

you flashed him the middle finger to tick him off. a petty retaliation for all the bullshit he and renjun put you through but it felt good nonetheless.

“catch me if you fuckers can.”

and you were falling down the trash chute.‏‏‎ ‎

okay, yeah—maybe you should’ve thought it through before hurling yourself six floors down only for some half-filled dumpster to catch you but at least you’re still alive, right? alive and free, mind you. but you don’t have time to celebrate.

it smelled awful and you swear your knees and elbows are bruised but you scramble to climb out and run away as fast as you can.

it was only haechan inside your apartment. no sign of renjun but he did see you somehow and you have no doubt it was a camera inside that room. you didn’t have much time to ponder for how long they were installed in your room. it’s the least of your worries at the moment.

you’re outside.

during purge night.

even if you did manage to escape it felt more like a win than a lose, forced out of your own apartment in nothing but shorts and a shirt—heck, you don’t even have shoes on!—it felt like they won. again.

if you’re not going to die in the hands of some other wacko, you’ll die of hypothermia. how nice.

you didn’t know where you were running to, the only thing you knew was you need to get the hell out of this neighborhood as fast as you can. you didn’t want to run in alleyways and risk getting stabbed for fun. maybe the sewer system… oh, right. you don’t have your phone on you and it’ll probably be pitch black down there.

you really, truly, genuinely didn’t want to run so out in the open but it was the best you can impulsively come up with.

when you feel like you’ve put a reasonable distance between you and the apartment, you stop, hands resting flat on your knees as you crouch to catch a breath. just as quick the adrenaline appeared as fast as it had disappeared. you feel the weight and tension crushing your legs, not to mention you’re really starting to feel that headache settle after headbutting haechan.

you almost collapse against the brick wall.

the last person you ever thought you’ll see jumps out from the corner of the alleyway and you almost broke their nose.

until you saw who it was.

“NAEUN?”

their apartment got raided, some buffy sickos who they had the misfortune of breaking into their house to purge. luckily they got away, but after getting attacked on the streets, naeun got separated after she ran for her life just like you did. you can’t help but feel sorry for the little girl, who experienced the full effect of this godforsaken holiday.

this is bad. you can’t leave her but it’s tough enough to have to fend for yourself. you’re not so sure whether you can protect another human being but you’ll have to try.

“did your mom or grandma tell you anything? anything at all?” you ask, crouching to her eye level. “you said your mom knew the way… where? what do you mean?”

“mom said they’re providing refuge on the other side of town but it’s a 30-minute drive. walking would take longer.”

shit. you didn’t want to risk it. you don’t have a car and you’d rather die right here right now than walk another step out in the streets—

“who’s ‘they’?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. she didn’t say.”

you licked your chapped lips. you can’t trust what she’s saying, not when you didn’t even know these people. it’s too risky, not to mention you’re already running from not one, but two people.

naeun sits next to you against the bricked wall of the alley, looking down at her lap. “i’m scared,” she admits. you hear a tremble in her voice. “are mom and grammy de—”

“no,” you cut her off, pulling her tiny body against yours. when you feel her fists clutching your jacket, you swear to protect this girl with your life. “no, they’re not. i’m sure they’re heading there now to the refuge center just like we are.”

her head pokes out, looking up towards you. “we’re going? i thought you didn’t want to.”

you shake your head, wiping her tears. “well, it’s the one way for you to meet your mom and grammy, right?”‏‏‎ ‎

walking down the streets during purge night—man, this has got to be the most ballsy thing you’ve ever done after that one time you spat at renjun in the eye. you managed to find a litter of bodies way into thirty minutes of walking and you nearly sent naeun flying onto the asphalt with how hard you pushed her back. she couldn’t see this mess, you’d be damned to allow a nine-year-old walk right into psychological trauma.

you pocket a gun—you didn’t have enough courage to fight with a knife. you wiped the blood off using your shirt before shoving them down onto the garter of your shorts. you didn’t bother to take their shoes, none of them would’ve fit you anyway and it’ll just slow you down.

“hey, are you alright? is that blood—”

“it’s not mine, naeun. come on, let’s get moving.”

for two hours you walked towards this mysterious refuge center on the other side of town and both you and naeun managed to evade death three times.

the first attack: a group of high schoolers with their uniforms on. there were three of them, about your height, and while you weren’t responsible for the blood on your shirt, you’re not so sure about their lot. they looked crazy, excited even, but sloppy in the way they flung their knives and bats around. their first purge, you assumed, so it was fairly easy to take them down. a bullet to the head worked like a charm. naeun didn’t say anything when you urged her out of her hiding place to flee the scene. three bullets left.

the second attack: it was a surprise, one that got you stabbed in the shin of your right leg. it was a drunkard with a knife, you could smell him as you walked past by his slumped form in the sidewalk. he wasn’t moving, so you thought he was dead and it was poor judgement on your part. it’s pathetic getting injured this way, you thought, but at least it was you who faced the consequences and not naeun. two bullets left.

the third attack: two men but deadlier than the girls and the drunk. you didn’t get to reason out with either of them, not when they drove their cadillac at 140 miles per hour and nearly ran you over. a chill crept up your spine when you saw the bloody, naked women strapped down onto the hood. victims. you didn’t engage in any form of combat, it’s impossible, so you took naeun in your arms and ran straight to the back alleys. number of bullets remain the same.

three lucky strikes.

three times you’ve cheated death.

but time is up and your luck has run out.

“beating up a girl? what a coward, if you ask me,” you say, spitting out a tooth after someone kneed you in the face. you were in no position to say such things when they’ve got you busted up and bloody, left eye swollen after one hard punch.

naeun is nowhere to be seen.

good.

who knows what these assholes could’ve done to her. you told her to run so she better fucking run and make sure she lives through this nightmare.

another kick flies to your ribs and you lie sprawled on the dirty pavement of an alleyway—what an uncool way to die but at least you’ll die with a clear conscience.

you passed by city hall a few minutes ago. surely, the refuge center is not too far from there. naeun will make it safe. she’ll make it.

“what’s that look on her face? is she dead?”

another one scoffs. “well… if they’re after her then she’s as good as dead.”

you blacked out. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

you hate the scent of disinfectant. it crawls up your nose and you hate how the stench is so strong you can taste it on your tongue. this isn’t heaven, not when you know you’re better off burning in hellfire.

unless you weren’t dead—your eyes shoot open, sitting up in haste as you clutch the thin blanket.

rows upon rows of the same cot you were lying on greets you. people injured, some standing, some sitting. there were people treating them, too, but they were in normal clothes so this can’t be a hospital. in fact, it looked like you’re in some warehouse, stacks of metal crates sealing off all entrances.

“it’s the refuge,” you whisper.

“you’re awake!” before you could even turn around, a body launches itself onto you and nearly makes the cot collapse. judging by the small frame and the pitchy voice—

“naeun, be careful!” her mother hisses but the girl in between your arms couldn’t care less. if she’d been an adult, she’d be squeezing the life out of you. when she pulls you closer, your healing ribs made a strike of pain surge through you.

you groan, bowing in the pain. distantly, you can hear the mother and daughter fighting and it was a banter you’ve never experienced with your own mom. it nearly made you tear up from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were feeling but all else disappears when a person tenderly grips your shoulder.

“thank you for taking care of my granddaughter.” the old lady was smiling appreciatively as she stared at you.

that was it. it could’ve been the happy ending to a gruesome and bloody storyline—it should’ve been, family of three reunites again and that was all thanks to you, right?

but even heroes have their own bad endings.

you heard the ticking of the grenade only seconds before it detonates. the other refugees didn’t even have the time to take cover as some closest to the sealed doors were sent flying so far back they crashed into the row of crates behind you.

you were severely injured, limping, ribs broken, and you only had one good eye to rely on—yet the first thing you thought of was protecting naeun. maybe the midget had a way of worming herself into your heart. but before you even push yourself off the cot, a figure emerges from the smoke.

petite and harmless, pretty as the tips of his hair grazed porcelain cheekbones. renjun’s eyes are as cold and calculating as can be and it’s the only thing that terrifies you to no end. when he opens his mouth, anger is hidden well underneath that calm tone.

“i’ll give you one minute to come here willingly.”

there’s no room for bargain, he needn’t when he knows you have absolutely nothing to offer him but yourself. he doesn’t finish his sentence but he trusts you’re smart enough to figure out the silent threat—come, or he’ll turn this place into a fucking bloodbath.

cornered and weak, defenseless. weird how they have a fixation for calling you ‘kitty’ when they’re the cats in this chase.

“naeun,” you whisper, trying to crane your neck to look for her in the filth of rocks and debris. please don’t be hurt.

you freeze when you feel a barrel pointing at your head. it was only there for seconds, haechan probably doesn’t have the guts to hurt you in any way permanently (unless it’s inflicted with his own hands and not through some other medium).

“ah, look. now we have matching black eyes,” he giggles like a madman, craning your neck up and the leather in his globes brings discomfort to your skin.

you see the way the other refugees looked at you—scum, dirt on their feet that brought about trouble in their lives. they were already badly hurt as it is and now, this happened? you don’t blame them.

not one man tried to stand up for you as haechan hauls you up and throws you down on renjun’s feet. your ribs were screaming and you’re cold and so, so afraid. with shaky fingers, you gestured towards the crowd. “just... please, don’t hurt them. they don’t have anything to do with this.”

renjun coos. such a cruel smirk for a pretty face. “aw, such an angel my darling is. always thinking of others instead of her own safety. funny because i don’t think you’ve ever done such a thing for me and haechan, though. i wonder why...”

the latter digs his heel in your injured legs and you scream as black starts to surround the corners of your vision. you tried to crane your neck back, pleading eyes wanting to look at the assaulter but renjun’s calloused hand is gripping your chin too tight.

“should we make a bargain, kitten?”

you stare deep into renjun’s eyes. he knows you don’t have anything left, he can see it in your glassy eyes, too wide and vulnerable. he’s doing this all for show, trying to make you even more desperate and self-aware of your eventual demise.

and you thought haechan was the only cunning one.

“what… what bargain?"

renjun practically gleams in pride. “i’ll let everyone walk free—even your precious little naeun—that’s her name, right? the little girl you’ve been protecting the whole night?—we’ll let her and everyone in this building walk away unharmed. that’s my bargain. you know how those work, right? now, you need to give me something i want.”

forcing you to offer yourself up to them.

what a brutal way to crush your pride.

choice wasn’t an option. if you don’t oblige and choose to run away on your own, they’ll kill them and still hunt you down. you gotta say, it was a tempting bargain that appealed to the sense of heroics in your heart. naturally, you have to choose where there is less blood shed. and as renjun lets go of your chin and lets you look over your shoulder to meet little naeun’s eyes, how she sobbed against her mother’s arms and shook her head and screamed…

“hurry, kitten. i don’t like to be kept waiting.”

you know what needs to be done.

“me. i’ll give you… me.”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎

they stood playing a game of pool in the dead of night. it’s peaceful inside the estate while the city beyond rampaged and burned. they achieved their goal, had finally seen an end to a plan that had been set in motion for years. they’ve succeeded and the broken woman lying on the bed meters from the pool table is proof of their victory.

“don’t you just love it when an elaborate plan works like clockwork, injun?” he asks, voice like trickling honey as he hits number 9 with the cue ball.

the other, more petite male, rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree. “oh, please, people like us always triumph, donghyuck. it’s nothing new. although i am surprised that little girl and her so-called “family” played along so well. almost had me fooled.”

“i agree. it's such a shame they had to go.”

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I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

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[ REPOST ] || Linh Short Story

Reposting the Linh Short Story, since I believe no one else has done a transcript besides me.

I got the leaks from a post on the Keepers of the Lost Cities Wiki, which has since been taken down. This blog may also be deleted in the future, so feel free to save this.

I apologize for any typos.

“Is it me, or is your hair extra silvery today?” Marella asked as she thrust her arms out and snapped her fingers to ignite long threads of searing red and blue flames, which she quickly wove into a floating purple fireball as big as her head.

She nodded smugly at her creation--until it turned white-hot and started to spin. And no matter what command Marella shouted, she couldn’t stop the flames from untangling and lashing out towards her friends.

Maruca shielded herself behind a force field.

Stina dived behind a cluster of rocks.

But Linh didn’t blink as the fire whipped closer. She just flicked her hand in a small arc, making a wave curl off the shore and drown the inferno in puffs of shimmering mist.

“My mother gave me a set of hair combs yesterday,” she told Marella, trailing her fingers through the strands framing her face, which were now silver from root to end. “She claimed she saw them and thought of me. But I know she was hoping I’d use them to pull my hair back and look ‘normal’ from the front. So, I melted down the combs and added some additional metal highlights.”

Maruca whistled as her dome of glowing energy blinked away. “Wow. My mom gave me side-eye for days after I added this.” She pointed to the single blue dreadlock twisted among her other brown ones. “Did your parents freak out when they saw?”

“Oh, I’m sure they’re seething right now. But they pretended not to notice. They’re good at avoiding confrontation.” Linh glanced over her shoulder at Choarlmere’s elaborate mansion, where her mother had surely locked herself in her studio and was furiously painting another portrait of her children with plain black hair.

“Well, that’s one thing you and your parents have in common,” Stina called as she stood, dusting sand off her tunic. “Oh please, spare me the confused eyebrow scrunch. I’m an empath, remember? I’ve been picking up on all of that bitter fury you keep trying to bury behind half smiles and dodged questions. Plus, you’re hiding out at your parents’ house--which we all know you hate--instead of going back to Solreef and smacking some sense into your brother.

“She has a point,” Marella admitted. “Come on, Linh--we spent weeks plotting ways to get Tam away from the Neverseen. And now that he’s back, you’re pretending he doesn’t exist.”

“You won’t even answer his hails,” Maruca added.

“Can we also talk about the doom and gloom following you around?” Stina asked, pointing at something above Linh’s head.

Linh felt her cheeks burn when she spotted the dark gray clouds casting her in shadow.

She hadn’t sensed the storm’s presence, or realized she’d been the one gathering it.

Did that mean her control was slipping?

Or that her power had grown once again?

Maruca moved to Linh’s side and hooked an arm around her elbow. “It’s okay to not be okay. But I think you need to start talking about it.”

“Not ‘it’--her,” Marella corrected, smoothing a few of the tiny braids scattered throughout her blond hair as she moved to Linh’s other side. “And don’t act like you don’t know we’re talking about your brother’s new black-cloaked BFF.”

The air shifted.

Cold moisture pressed against Linh’s shoulders, covering her pale skin with goose bumps as the clouds pleaded for a downpour.

“If you need to make it rain. I can shield us,” Maruca offered, stretching out her fingers and making sparks of white energy dance across her dark skin.

Linh shook her head and gritted her teeth, sending a silent command to the clouds to dissipate--but the water fought back, coiling around her head as please pulsed in her ears like a drumbeat.

Storm.

STORM.

“Brace yourselves,” Stina warned, clearly assuming they were going to need Maruca’s force field.

Linh refused to let the water take over.

She hadn’t had Mentors to guide her until recently, so most of her methods came from hard-won instincts.

Be calm, she told the storm.

Steady.

Gentle.

The clouds softened with each word. But mist lingered in the air--a cold, sticky veil against Linh’s skin.

Time to scatter, she told the tiny droplets.

Be peaceful.

Quiet.

The last command was also for herself.

She’d choked back so many words over the last few days that her throat felt raw from the effort--but she wasn’t about to acknowledge the traitor’s existence.

She didn’t even want to think her name.

Because it wasn’t a name.

It was a persona.

The Neverseen’s way of staying anonymous as they carried out their evil deeds.

Much like the black hoods that covered their faces-which the traitor was still hiding behind, even though it’d been almost a week since she’d switched sides in Loanmore. Yet she’d also made zero effort to hide the creepy white eye symbol stitched across her sleeve.

“Whatever you’re thinking right now, just say it,” Maruca whispered as the clouds gathered again, darker and heavier than they’d been before.

“And maybe try claiming that,” Stina added, pointing to a white-capped wave surging towards them.

Linh’s eyes widened--then squeezed tight as Maruca shielded all of them under a glaringly bright force field.

“STOP!” Linh shouted at the ocean. “RETREAT!”

The words sent the wave curling backward--but it was too late to stop the frothy water from surging up to their stomachs.

“Sorry, guys,” Maruca mumbled as everyone gasped and tugged at their soaked tunics. “Water’s a lot harder to block than I thought it would be.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing,” Linh assured her, turning her face toward the sun. Her ears rang and her head throbbed as the warmth tingled against her skin--but she used that energy to gather the water from everyone’s hair and clothes and send it scattering.

“We’re fine,” Maruca promised, lowering the force field.

“But if you want to make it up to us you can start by talking about Little Miss Neverseen!” Marella added. “I’ll even go first! Raise your hand if you think it’s super weird that we still don’t know Glimmer’s real name!”

Linh cringed at the title, and the ocean churned and frothed.

“Maybe we shouldn’t pressure her,” Maruca suggested as Stina scrambled to higher ground. “Or at least wait until we’re somewhere a little…drier.”

Linh wrapped her arms around herself, trying to match her breaths to the calmer, steader currents hiding beneath the waves.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Ebb and flow.

Just keep breathing.

Slowly, her pulse almed, and the tide receded/

“I’m fine,” she promised her friends. “And talking about this isn’t going to change anything. My brother has decided to trust her--”

“Even though Glimmer’s the one who made the bonds that turned him into--what did Lady Gisela call him?” Stina interrupted. “Her little Shade pet?”

Just keep breathing, Linh reminded herself again as her gaze shifted to the horizon, where the water seemed to stretch and stretch.

It helped her remember her place--a single drop in a vast sea of voices.

“I’ll admit…I don’t understand my brother’s decision,” she murmured. “But Tam’s not the only one who’s decided to trust her. Tiergan’s letting her stay at Solreef--and the black swan and the council are clearly cooperating with her. Otherwise we’d know who she is and what she looks like.

“That’s why I’m bringing this up,” Stina told her. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Glimmer pretends to know something important about the Neverseen and makes a deal for her freedom and--”

“Actually, that’s already happened,” Marella cut in. “Thankfully, she didn’t get her freedom. But something big went on yesterday. I’m still trying to get more details.”

Linh chewed her lip, wishing she could insist that she would've heard about something like that if it were true, but…

Sometimes her friends weren’t the best at keeping her in the loop. Or including her in their plans.

Usually she didn’t mind. But with the way things were with Tam, she was starting to feel a divide.

“So what I’m hearing,” Stina said, resting her hands on her hips, “is that it’s up to us to prove Glimmer’s evil, before she can follow through on whatever she’s planning.”

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Linh asked, trying not to imagine what chaos the traitor could be preparing for.

“Easy! By proving that Glimmer’s the one who helped Lady Gisela escape from Loamnore,” Marella told her. “Someone had to help, since Tam had bound her hands with shadows--and I’m pretty sure a Flasher could take care of that.”

Lung sighed. “I already thought of that. Sophie told me she’d look into it, so it must be a dead end.”

“Right, because Foster the Wonder Girl never misses anything,” Stina countered, rolling her eyes. “You can all save the yay-Sophie speeches, by the way. I know you’re all on Team Moonlark, so--”

“You’re not?” Marella interrupted.

“I’m on Team Let’s-Be-Real, okay? Sure, Foster’s done some fancy stuff- and she has lots of abilities and whatever. But she fails just as much as she wins. Probably more, actually. I mean, how many times has she almost died now? And how many times have all of us almost died because of her plans? Plus, she’s also not always the hero. You saved Atlantis that time”--she poked Linh in the arm--“not Sophie.”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have been able to if Sophie hadn’t been enhancing me,” Linh reminded her.

Stina shrugged. “Like I said, she’s done some fancy stuff, doesn’t change the fact that she’s also made some pretty huge mistakes--many of which include trusting the wrong people. And she tends to lose focus when her little boyfriends are in danger.

“Truth,” Marella agreed. “Which is definitely happening right now. Sophie’s main focus is figuring out what Keefe’s mom did to him--which is fine. That’s also important. But, your brother’s spending way too much time with one of the Neverseen right now, and someone needs to fix that--and I know you’d rather hide out here because you’re mad at him. But you’re the only person he’s going to listen to about this.”

“Maybe not.” Linh watched the waves crash, steady and strong.

The water was always so sure of its next move.

Oh, how she envied it.

“Tam seems…different,” she murmured, needing a breath before she could add the truth she’d been trying to hide from. “His time with the Neverseen…changed him.”

She understood why.

But that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Plus, she missed her twin.

Tam was the one person she’d always been able to count on.

Her voice of reason.

Her source of strength and comfort and calm.

And now…he’d chosen Glimmer over her.

What other ways had his loyalties shifted?

And what would happen the next time he had to choose a side?

“Can we at least talk to your bodyguards?” Marella asked, dragging Linh out of her drifting thoughts.

Linh frowned. “Why would we--”

“Because they were there in Loamnore with us,” Marella reminded her. “And because they’re dwarves.”

“The only other way Lady Gisela could’ve gotten out of the city is if some dwarves helped her,” Stina clarified. “So maybe your bodyguards saw something or heard something from their friends.”

“If they did, they would’ve told me,” Linh argued.

“Would they?” Maruca asked. “I mean, it doesn’t seem like you talk to them much.”

“I bet you don’t even know their names,” Marella added--and Linh’s face burned when she realized Marella was right.

She’d only spoken with her bodyguards a couple of times--despite how long they’d been protecting her.

“Well…they would’ve told someone,” Linh corrected.

But as the words left her lips, she realized she wasn’t sure.

And this was the kind of detail they should definitely check.

They should’ve checked days ago--but she could deal with that regret later.

For now, Linh raised her foot, trying to remember the precise stomping sequence she was supposed to use to call for them.

Her bodyguards must’ve already been listening because three thunds in, two furry, molelike bodies popped out of the sand.

“I’m Urre,” the shorter dwarf said as Linh, Stina, Marella, and Maruca scrambled backward. “And this is Timur--but there’s no need to apologize for not knowing that,” Urre added quickly. “We keep to ourselves. It’s easier to be objective about your protection that way.

“Plus, your world is far too bright.” Timur rubbed his squinted eyes.

“I’m still sorry,” Linh felt the need to tell them. “And I hope you know how grateful I am to have your protection.”

Both dwarves dipped a tiny bow.

“To answer your other question,” Urre said, resting her paws on her forehead to shield her eyes from the sunlight, “I wish we could confirm or deny your suspicions. But neither of us saw your enemy escape. And all the lingering deserters have been arrested and interrogated by our new queen. None of them had any new information.”

“Couldn’t they be lying or hiding something?” Maruca wondered.

“Perhaps,” Timur admitted. “But their reports match our evidence. Your enemy left alone. We traced her escape path through an old corridor with soft, unsteady ground. And there was only one set of footprints, and one set of handprints from times she must've stumbled.” “There were handprints?” Marella verified, glancing at Linh before she held up her arms with her wrists pressed together as though they’d been bound. “Were those handprints close to each other, like this?” The dwarves slowly shook their heads.

“I cannot say for certain,” Timur said quietly, “since we were more concerned with her footprints. But I feel like I remember the palm prints side by side, like this.”

He dropped to his hands and feet, keeping both shoulder-width apart.

“See?” Stina said as Linh, Marella, and Maruca sucked in a breath. “Someone must have cut her shadow bonds before she fled--and there’s only one person who could’ve done that.”

Linh’s mouth went dry.

Her pulse thrummed as she glanced at the sky, where dark clouds were gathering over her head again. But this time she embraced them.

A storm was coming.

She wasn’t sure how big or brutal it would be.

But if they were going to weather it, she needed to talk to Tam.

Immediately.

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Unlocked Paperback Edition Short Story

Hi again, Keeper readers!

SURPRISE!

The story you're about to read is a special bonus scene that I wrote exclusively for the paperback of Unlocked Book 8.5. (so yes, that means this story isn't in the hardcovers.) I wanted to add something extra for my paperback readers, since hardcovers always get all the attention.

(Plus, who doesn't want a little more of the Keeper crew?)

This scene features Linh, Marella, Maruca, and Stina and gives a little insight into what they were up to while Sophie and Keefe were dealing with their own struggles in Unlocked's main novella-and yes, there will definitely be more about this in Keeper #9!

So, think of this story as a tiny taste of what's to come, as well as a closer glimpse of four fan-favorite characters. It's told from Linh's POV, which was such a joy to explore, and I hope it's as much fun for you to read as it was for me to write!

Happy reading!

xo- Shannon Messenger

Trust Issues

Linh

"Is it me, or is your hair extra silvery today?" Marella asked as she thrust her arms out and snapped her fingers to ignite long threads of searing red and blue flames, which she quickly wove into a floating purple fireball as big as her head.

She nodded smugly at her creation-until it turned white-hot and started to spin. And no matter what command Marella shouted, she couldn't stop the flames from untangling and lashing out toward her friends.

Maruca shielded herself behind a force field.

Stina dived behind a cluster of rocks.

But Linh didn't blink as the fire whipped closer. She just flicked her hand in a smaller arc, making a wave curl off the shore and drown the inferno in puffs of shimmering mist.

"My mother gave me a set of hair combs yesterday," she told Marella, trailing her fingers through the strands framing her face, which were now silver from root to end. "She claimed she saw them and thought of me. But I know she was hoping I'd use them to pull my hair back and look 'normal' from the front. So I melted down the combs and added some additional metal highlights."

Maruca whistled as her dome of glowing energy blinked away. "Wow. My mom gave me the side-eye for days after I added this." She pointed to the single blue dreadlock twisted among her other brown ones. "Did your parents freak out when they saw?"

"Oh, I'm sure they're seething right now. But they pretended not to notice. They're good at avoiding confrontation." Linh glanced over her shoulder at Choralmere's elaborate mansion, where her mother had surely locked herself in her studio and was now furiously painting another portrait of her children with plain black hair.

"Well, that's one thing you and your parents have in common," Stina called as she stood, dusting sand off her tunic. "Oh please, spare me the confused eyebrow scrunch. I'm an Empath, remember? I've been picking up on all that bitter fury you keep trying to bury behind half smiles and dodged questions. Plus, you're hiding out at your parents' house-which we all know you hate-instead of going back to Solreef and smacking some sense into your brother."

"She has a point," Marella admitted. "Come on, Linh-we spent weeks plotting ways to get Tam away from the Neverseen. And now that he's back, you're pretending he doesn't exist."

"You won't even answer his hails," Maruca added.

"Can we also talk about the doom and gloom following you around?" Stina asked, pointing at something above Linh's head.

Linh felt her cheeks burn when she spotted the dark gray clouds casting her in shadow.

She hadn't sensed the storm's presence, or realized she'd been the one gathering it.

Did that mean her control was slipping?

Or that her power had grown once again?

Maruca moved to Linh's side and hooked an arm around her elbow. "It's okay to not be okay. But I think you need to start talking about it."

"Not 'it'-her," Marella corrected, smoothing a few of the tiny braids scattered through her blond hair as she moved to Linh's other side. "And don't act like you don't know we're talking about your brother's new black-cloaked BFF."

The air shifted.

Cold moisture pressed against Linh's shoulders, covering her pale skin with goose bumps as the clouds pleaded for a downpour.

"If you need to make it rain, I can shield us," Maruca offered, stretching out her fingers and making sparks of white energy dance across her dark skin.

Linh shook her head and gritted her teeth, sending a silent command to the clouds to disappate-but the water fought back, coiling around her head as pleas pulsed in her ears like a drumbeat.

Storm.

STORM.

"Brace yourselves," Stina warned, clearly assuming they were going to need Maruca's force field.

Linh refused to let the water take over.

She hadn't had Mentors to guide her until recently, so most of her methods came from hard-won instincts.

Be calm, she told the storm.

Steady.

Gentle.

The clouds softened with each word. But the mist lingered in the air-a cold, sticky veil against Linh's skin.

Time to scatter, she told the tiny droplets.

Be peaceful.

Quiet.

The last command was also for herself.

She'd choked back so many words over the past few days that her throat felt raw from the effort-but she wasn't about to acknowledge the traitor's existence.

She didn't even want to think her name.

Because it wasn't a name.

It was a persona.

The Neverseen's way of staying anonymous as they carried out their evil deeds.

Much like the black hoods that covered their faces-which the traitor was still hiding behind, even though it'd been almost week since she switched sides in Loamnore. Yet she'd also made zero effort to hide the creepy white eye symbol stitched across her sleeve.

"Whatever you're thinking right now, just say it," Maruca whispered as the clouds gathered again, darker and heavier then they'd been before.

"And maybe try calming that," Stina added, pointing to a white-capped wave surging toward them.

Linh's eyes widened-then squeezed tight as Maruca shielded all four of them under a glaringly bright force field.

"STOP!" Linh shouted at the ocean. "RETREAT!"

The words sent the wave curling backward-but it was too late to stop the frothy water from surging up to their stomachs.

"Sorry guys," Maruca mumbled as everyone gasped and tugged on their soaked tunics. "Water's a lot harder to block than I thought it would be."

"I'm the one who should be apologizing," Linh assured her, turning her face toward the sun. Her ears rang and her head throbbed as the warmth tingled against her skin-but she used that energy to gather the water from everyone's hair and clothes and send it scattering.

"We're fine," Maruca promised, lowering the force field.

"But if you want to make it up to us, you can start by talking about Little Miss Neverseen!" Marella added. "I'll even go first! Raise your hand if you think it's super weird that we still don't know Glimmer's real name!"

Linh cringed at the title, and the ocean churned and frothed.

"Maybe we shouldn't pressure her," Maruca suggested as Stina scrambled to higher ground. "Or at least we should wait until we're somewhere a little... drier."

"Linh wrapped her arms around herself, trying to match her breaths to the calmer, steadier currents hiding beneath the waves.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Ebb and flow.

Just keep breathing.

Slowly her pulse calmed, and the tide receded.

"I'm fine," she promised her friends. "And talking about this isn't going to change anything. My brother has decided to trust her-"

"Even though Glimmer's the one who made the bonds that turned him into-what did Lady Gisela call him?" Stina interrupted. "Her little Shade pet?"

Just keep breathing, Linh reminded herself again as her gaze shifted to the horizon, where the water seemed to stretch and stretch.

It helped her to remember her place-a single drop in a vast sea of other voices.

"I'll admit... I don't understand my brother's decision," she murmured. "But Tam's not the only one who's decided to trust her. Tiergan's letting her stay at Solreef-and the Black Swan and the Council are clearly cooperating with her. Otherwise we'd know who she is and what she looks like."

"That's why I'm bringing this up," Stina told her. "I'm sure it's only a matter of time before Glimmer pretends to know something important about the Neverseen and makes a deal for her freedom and-"

"Actually, that already happened," Marella cut in. "Thankfully, she didn't get her freedom. But somethin big went on yesterday. I'm still trying to get more details."

Linh chewed her lip, wishing she could insist that she would've heard about something like that if it were true, but...

Sometimes her friends weren't the best at keeping her in the loop. Or including her in their plans.

Usually she didn't mind. But with the way things were with Tam, she was starting to feel a divide.

"So what I'm hearing," Stina said, resting her hands on her hips, "is that it's up to us to prove that Glimmer's evil, before she can follow through on whatever she's planning."

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Linh asked, trying not to imagine what chaos the traitor could be preparing for.

"Easy! By proving that Glimmer's the one who helped Lady Gisela escape from Loamnore," Marella told her. "Someone had to help, since Tam had bound her hands with shadows-and I'm pretty sure a Flasher could take care of that."

Linh sighed. "I already though of that. Sophie told me she'd look into it, so it must be a dead end."

"Right, because Foster the Wonder Girl never misses anything," Stina countered, rolling her eyes. "You can all save the yay-Sophie speeches by the way. I know you're all on Team Moonlark, so-"

"You're not?" Marella interrupted.

"I'm on Team Let's-Be-Real, okay? Sure, Foster's done some fancy stuff-and she has lots of abilities and whatever. But she fails just as much as she wins. Probably more, actually. I mean, how many times has she almost died now? And how many times have all of us almost died because of her plans? Plus, she's also not always the hero. You saved Atlantis that time"-she poked Linh in the arm-"not Sophie."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have been able to if Sophie hadn't been enhancing me," Linh reminded her.

Stina shrugged. "Like I said, she's done some fancy stuff. That doesn't change the fact that she's also made some pretty huge mistakes-many include trusting the wrong people. And she tends to lose focus when her little boyfriends are in danger."

"Truth," Marella agreed. "Which is definitely happening right now. Sophie's main focus is on figuring out what Keefe's mom did to him-which is fine. That's also important. But, your brother's spending way too much time with one of the Neverseen right now, and someone needs to fix that-and I know you'd rather hide out here because you're mad at him. But you're the only person he's going to listen to about this."

"Maybe not." Linh watched the waves crash, steady and strong.

The water was always so sure of its next move.

Oh, how she envied it.

"Tam seems... different," she murmured, needing a breath before she could add the truth she'd been trying to hide from. "His time with the Neverseen... changed him."

She understood why.

But that didn't make it any less terrifying.

Plus, she missed her twin.

Tam was the one person she'd always been able to count on.

Her voice of reason.

Her source of strength and comfort and calm.

And now... he'd chosen Glimmer over her.

What other ways had his loyalties shifted?

And what would happen the next time he had to choose a side?

"Can we at least talk to your bodyguards?" Marella asked, dragging Linh out of her drifting thoughts.

Linh frowned. "Why would we-"

"Because they were in Loamnore with us," Marella reminded her. "And because they're dwarves."

"The only other way Lady Gisela could've gotten out of the city is if some dwarves helped her," Stina clarified. "So maybe your bodyguards saw something or heard something from their friends."

"If they did, they would've told me," Linh argued.

"Would they?" Maruca asked. "I mean, it doesn't seem like you talk to them much."

"I bet you don't even know their names," Marella added-and Linh's face burned when she realized Marella was right.

She'd only spoken with her bodyguards a couple of times-despite how long they'd been protecting her.

"Well... they would've told someone," Linh corrected.

But as the words left her lips, she realized she wasn't sure.

And this was the kind of detail they should definitely check.

They should've checked days ago-but she could deal with that regret later.

For now, Linh raised her foot, trying to remember the precise stomping sequence she was supposed to use to call for them.

Her bodyguards must've been listening because three thuds in, two furry, molelike bodies popped out of the sand.

"I'm Urre," the shorter dwarf said as Linh, Stina, Marella, and Maruca scrambled backward. "And this is Timur-but there's no need to apologize for not knowing that," Urre added quickly. "We keep to ourselves. It's easier to be objective about your protection that way."

"Plus, your world is far too bright." Timur rubbed his squinted eyes.

"I'm still sorry," Linh felt the need to tell them. "And I hope you know how grateful I am to have your protection."

Both dwarves dipped a tiny bow.

"To answer your question," Urre said, resting her paws on her forehead to shield her eyes from the sunlight, "I wish we could confirm or deny your suspicions. But neither of us saw your enemy escape. And all the lingering deserters have been arrested and interrogated by our new queen. None of them had any new information."

"Couldn't they be lying or hiding something?" Maruca wondered.

"Perhaps," Timur admitted. "But their reports match our evidence. Your enemy left alone. We traced her escape path through an old corridor with soft, unsteady ground. And there was only one set of footprints, and one set of handprints from times when she must've stumbled."

"There were handprints?" Marella verified, glancing at Linh before she held up her arms with her wrists pressed together, as though they'd been bound. "Were those handprints close to each other, like this?"

The dwarves slowly shook their heads.

"I cannot say for certain," Timur said quietly, "since we were more concerned with her footprints. But I feel like I remember the palm prints side by side, like this."

He dropped to his hands and feet, keeping both shoulder-width apart.

"See?" Stina said as Linh, Marella, and Maruca each sucked in a breath. "Someone must have cut her shadow bonds before she fled-and there's only one person who could've done that."

Linh's mouth went dry.

Her pulse thrummed as she glanced at the sky, where dark clouds were gathering over her head again. But this time she embraced them.

A storm was coming.

She wasn't sure how big or brutal it would be.

But if they were going to weather it, she needed to talk to Tam.

Immediately.

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This is why you don't socialize.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

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“You know we just have to make, like, a volcano or something stupid like that, right?” Jamie asks you while you two walk to L Corp after school.

“I know, but what’s the fun in that?” You stop at a street food truck to buy something. “Do you want one?” Jamie agrees with her head. “Can I have five hot dogs, please?”

“I don’t want to have fun. It’s a school science fair. Normal people make potato clocks.” Jamie goes back to the subject and you agree with your head.

“Normal people can’t make robot dogs or a time machine.” You wink at her then goes back to pay for the hot dogs. “Thank you.” You give her one and you two resume walking. “Come on, we can make anything you can imagine. And we have an entire lab for that, so think big. Bigger than you’ve ever thought.”

“Fine, ok.” Jamie is still in the first bite of her hot dog and you already ate two. “How about we make a mind reader?”

“Ok.” It’s actually not a bad idea. It will make things easier for you because of the thought blocker.

“What’s going on here? Is this a field trip or something?” Jamie asks looking at five people in the lobby that look way too young to work there. But they are wearing lab coats and they all have IDs.

“I don’t know.” You mumble and look at the receptionist. “Hey Aly, I brought my cousin with me today. Did mom hire some new people?”

“Yes, those are the new interns.” Aly points and you agree with your head. You make your way inside so you can go to the labs, when you see that Jamie is not following you.

“Jamie! Let’s go!” You yell and she finally looks back at you. She follows you to the elevator and as soon as the doors close and you two are alone she starts talking.

“That intern with the blue shirt is way too cute.” She says and you roll your eyes. “Honestly, you never help me with anything. You are practically the boss here. You could just go and make him hang out with me or something.”

“You’re crazy. I don’t even work here.” You say opening the door to your lab and she looks inside.

“You don’t work here and yet you have this lab all to yourself.” She rolls her eyes, throwing her backpack close to yours and walking to one of the computers. “Come on, little Danvers, you’re going to have your fun with this project, let me have my fun.”

“Ok, fine.” You agree with your head. And make your way back to the door. “Don’t break anything. I’ll be right back.”

You go to the lobby again. You’re not sure what you’re going to say, but you know you have to try something or Jamie won’t let you work on your project for the science fair. You get close to the interns and you don’t even have to introduce yourself, because all of them know exactly who you are.

“Oh my God, you’re Lena Luthor’s daughter.” One girl says and you smile embarrassed. “Your mom is a legend! Are you smart like her?”

“Not like her. So, um, what are your names?” You ask and they all introduce themselves. The guy Jamie was looking is called Luke. “Ok, do you all have assignments?”

“Get coffee, don’t touch anything you can break, and try to learn something.” The five of them say almost at the same time and you laugh.

“Great! Oh, um, Luke right?” You point at him and he agrees with his head. “I could use some muscles at my lab, if you don’t mind helping?”

“Oh no, not at all!” He says and you wave goodbye to the others and go back to the elevator with him on your tail. “So, you have your own lab?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“You must be pretty smart then.” Luke gives you a smile and you shrug as your answer. You don’t say anything else. “So, what are you making?”

“Oh, my cousin and I have to work on something for the school science fair.” The elevator doors open and you make your way to the lab. “I think you’re going to like her, actually.”

“Oh, really? Why is that?”

“She’s pretty.” You smile and he laughs like he can’t believe you just said that.

“Well, if she is anything like you.”

You squint your eyes at him. Poor thing, thinks flattery will get him places. Honestly Jamie can do much better.

“Ok, here we are.” You walk in and Jamie stands up quickly to greet him. “Jamie, Luke. Luke, Jamie.”

It’s a confusion of ‘hey’, ‘hi’, ‘hello’ and ‘how are you?’ after that and you just wait until they’re both done smiling and flirting.

“So, you mentioned you needed muscles?” He turns back at you and you agree.

“That box is kind of heavy, and we’re just two weak little girls.” You say ironically, and you look at Jamie who hides a smile. He picks up the box and puts in the middle of your table. After that you just focus on work while they talk and kind of flirt with each other.

You’re almost done with the math when Luke goes to your side to see what you’re working on. Apparently, they already ran out of things to say. You try to explain to him what you’re doing, but you find out he is majoring in chemistry, so this is not really his area of expertise.

“Hey girls!” Lena opens the door to your lab, making Luke jump on his seat and Jamie scream in surprise. “Did I come in at a bad time?” She looks at you, then she arches her brow to the boy next to you. You haven’t seen this look too many times, but Lena looks like she is really suspicious. You shrug.

“We’re just working on the science fair project.” You explain and she comes closer.

“And you are?” Lena asks Luke, while staring him right into his soul. You roll your eyes thinking this is very lame and unnecessary.

“Luke! I mean, I-I work here? As an intern? I was just hired.” He says visibly scared, and you hear his heartbeat going crazy. Lena doesn’t answer, so he adds. “Please, don’t fire me.”

“Fire you?” She gives him a smirk. “Why would I fire you? I don’t believe you were doing anything wrong.” Her face goes back to a frown. “Were you, Luke?”

“No! No ma’am. Not at all.” He stands up from the chair. “I should-I have to go!” He stumbles his way to the door. “Nice to meet you, girls.”

“Goodbye Luke.” Lena is the one who answers and you look at Jamie whose eyes are as big as they can get. Lena goes back to you when the door closes behind him. “What was an intern doing here?”

“He came to help with the box.” Jamie says pointing at the box in front of her. “It was heavy.”

“Heavy?” Lena smirks again. “You mean to tell me that, that scrawny looking boy could carry this box, and my half Kryptonian daughter couldn’t?”

Jamie doesn’t answer. You also don’t say anything and Lena seems to understand that it had nothing to do with the box. She doesn’t push any further. She asks what you are working on, and helps you a little. But Lena can’t stay long, she lets you and Jamie work and go back to her own work.

“Do you think she will fire him?” Jamie asks you after Lena leaves and you shake your head.

“No, of course not.” You grab a few things inside the box. “Ok, let's put this together quickly, I’m hungry.”

“I’ve known you for sixteen years, and I’ve never seen you not hungry.” She laughs and you stick your tongue out at her. “Just don’t go so fast, if you finish today, we won’t have a reason to come here tomorrow.”

“It’s my lab, I always have a reason to come here.” You furrow your brows and Jamie rolls her eyes.

“My God, you’ll be single forever.” She takes the prototype out of your hands and makes her way to the door. “Come on, let’s go eat something. We’ll work on that later.”

You follow her because one: in your life you’ve learned not to argue with Jamie when she has an idea, and two: you can’t say no to food.

The next day, Jamie insists on cancelling the training with Alex, and her excuse is that you guys couldn’t finish the project on the day before. It’s true, you didn’t finish, because she didn’t let you, but you know she is making things a little harder than they actually are, just so she can go back to L Corp and see Luke.

You are not even inside L Corp yet when you see him. He was on a coffee run, judging by the number of cups he is currently balancing on his hands.

“Hi Luke.” Jamie puts her hair behind her ear, and uses her sweet voice.

“Oh. Hi. Hey.” He looks up like he is looking for something and you mimic his actions.

“You ok in there? Did you lose something in the sky?” You ask with a smile and he looks back to you.

“No! Nothing. I should really get going to give these to-well, yeah, um.” He nods. “Ok, bye.”

“Wow, your mom really scared him yesterday, didn’t she?” Jamie says furrowing her brows and you shake your head agreeing.

“C’mon. We have a lot to do.” You go to your lab and start working again. Jamie is “helping”. You gave her the shell and she is painting it to make it more stylish, or whatever. With your superspeed is a lot easier finishing things in record time. “Ok, I think I’m done. Do you want to try it?”

“Sure. Do it on me.” Jamie looks at you and you point the device at her, you put one earphone and turn it on. “God, I sure hope this works, I don’t want to have to do a volcano by myself like a five-year-old.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t.” You look at her and smile. “It works.”

“No way!” Jamie jumps excitedly, snatching it out of your hands. “Let me try.”

“It works. It always works. Should we get celebratory donuts?”

“Oh, dear God, stop thinking about food.” Jamie makes her way to the door. “Come on, let’s see what other people are thinking.”

“I don’t think this is appropriated.” You say following her.

“Then why would we even make this in the first place?” You can’t disagree with that, so you go to the lobby, and both you and Jamie take turns listening to other people’s thoughts and laughing.

“Hey, hey. Luke is over there. Go listen to his thoughts.”

“No. I have to see if he agrees to it first. Wait.” You go to him. “Hey Luke, our device is ready, can I test it on you?”

“What-You-I-ON ME?.” He freezes with his eyes wide open, and you furrow your brows. “Ok-No-Yeah-Ok.”

“Ok, you’re being really weird, Luke.” You say and you point your device at his face. “Just stand still and I’ll see if it works.”

It works. You know it works. You’ve tested with everyone on L Corp already, but Jamie needs to know if he likes her, so you have to do this. You turn on, and hear his thoughts loud as if he was saying them to you.

“Oh God, oh God. I don’t know what to do. If I stay here and Mrs. Luthor sees me with her daughter, she might fire me. But if her daughter tells her mom I didn’t want to help, she can also fire me. Or worse, she can ask Supergirl to follow me again. Supergirl won’t kill me, will she? No. The Supers don’t kill. She just might fly me to the other side of the Earth and leave me there. Shit, oh shit. I hope this device doesn’t work.”

“Weird.” You look at him pretending you’re not shocked with all the revelations. “I don’t think it’s working. I have to check my math. Thanks for your help, Luke!”

“Yeah, sure!” He squeaks looking relieved and you march into the elevator, but instead of going to the last floor down, you go to the last floor up. You lower your glasses and you see Lena is in her office alone, working on her computer.

“Hey, mom!” You open the door before her assistant announces you.

“Oh, hey babygirl.” She smiles at you and stops typing. “Weird seeing you up here these days.”

“I know. We usually meet downstairs.” You sit on the chair in front of her. “So, where do you usually intimidate people? Downstairs or here in your office?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You threatened to fire Luke if he went around me again.” You point out with a smile.

“I did no such thing.” Lena crosses her arms, crosses her legs, and stares back at you with her most serious expressions. You two have a staring contest for a few seconds. You squint your eyes at her. She mimics you right after. You give her a little nod.

“Oh, this?” You point at the device on your hands. “I’m glad you’ve noticed. This is a mind reader. A simple variation of the unwelcome thought blocker. You see, I only had to change a few variables here and there. It’s for the school science fair.” You smile pointing the device at her. “Jamie’s idea, actually. And it works perfectly, wouldn’t you know.”

“Don’t you dare.” Lena says when she sees your mischievous smile and your finger hovering the power button.

“Then don’t lie.” You don’t lower the device until she sighs, looking defeated.

“I simply pointed out that you’re too young. He is a college student, much too old for you!” She says, breaking her CEO pose, and going into mom mode.

“And because of that you had momma follow him around National City.”

“I did not!” Lena defends herself immediately and you squint your eyes, not believing. “I told your momma that there was a guy at your lab, and she made the decision to follow him, herself. Not my fault she wanted to see for herself.”

“Why?”

Lena doesn’t answer, but you don’t need much to deduct it alone. You throw yourself back in the chair, feeling outraged.

“You think I like him.” You say matter-of-factly, but you expect her to deny this information anyway.

But she doesn’t. She doesn’t confirm nor deny, but her silence says too much. You can see it in her face. It’s absurd.

“You do! Dear Rao, you think I like him! And momma thinks that too.” You cross your arms to show her how upset you’re with this information. She looks at you posture, acknowledging it.

“And you don’t?” A single eyebrow is raised and you laugh.

“Don’t give me the eyebrow, young lady.” You try to mimic her tone of voice, and she smiles at that. “And I don’t. For your information is Jamie who likes him. She is the one who made me invite him to the lab, and she’s the one who’s making me pretend I couldn’t have finished the device in a day, so she can come back here to flirt.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah! That means you and Supergirl just terrified a boy for no reason!” You laugh at her, who looks way too worried to laugh with you, well aware of the fact that he is probably really terrified right now. “I can’t believe you and momma thought I liked him. Rao, you two think too little of me.” You stand up and make your way to the door. “That scrawny looking boy, really?”

“Well, in my defense…” Lena says and you wait by the door for what she has to say for herself. A few seconds go by with no defense, and you can see she’s working very hard on an excuse. “I have none.”

“Yeah you don’t.” You laugh, feeling proud of finally leaving your mom wordless. “Next time, maybe just ask me?”

“Sorry. I think we just got a little jealous.” Lena says, making you roll your eyes.

“A little? Supergirl literally followed him around the city.” You want to seem upset, but you actually laugh at that. “I’m not saying it isn’t hilarious, just unnecessary.”

It’s hilarious and kind of cute, but you’re not going to let them know that, in case they decide to do it again any time soon.

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