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unmaskedagain · 5 years

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Made me Do (Queen of Mean)

I decided to do a quick follow up fic to the Queen of Mean AU. I’m leaning towards a ship. Can you guess what it is by the end?

Marinette smiled amicably at passing staff as her makeup was done. The sun was bright and shinning. The park with its slopping hills and the beautiful green grass was picturesque. Half of it was cut off from the public. The shoot would last a majority of the morning and a bit into the after.

The head makeup artist cooed over her bluebell eyes and raved about her beautiful “exotic” features; which nearly made Marinette sneer. Oh the things she put up with.

But she had to. Time for childish naivety was over. She needed her name out there. She an “in”.

And while she never wanted to be model, never desired the spotlight, never wanted more than to be a fashion designer and for clothes to leave the world in awe, never wanted more than to be nice and good and to live her dreams just as she dreamed them… Marinette understood…

The world wasn’t kind. It was a tilted stage. Everyone played their own little games to get ahead. So Marinette was forced to play a role she never wanted.

Model.

Actress.

Trendsetter.

Ice princess.

Still once a day, since Marinette had begun her reign, did Mari have to tell that little voice in her pipe down? The voice that sounded like the old her. The old, nice, kind Marinette who loved everyone and the thought the best of everyone. And the New Marinette would doubt herself, wonder if she was fraud, a sellout. But then she remembered that the old Marinette never realized just how wrong she was until it was too late.

Until her friends turned their back on her. Until her life’s work, her prized sketchbook was ripped up and left for her to pick up the pieces like what remained of her heart. She was a fool. And the only good thing that ever came out of that experience was she gotten to learn who her real friends were. Learned out to really stand up for herself, damn the rest of the world.

In a way, she was almost wanted to thank Lila. Lila had been her initiation into the real world. Her manipulative little games were the perfect crimes. The way no one ever seen her laugh when she lied. The way she swore up and down that it was Marinette with the metaphorical smoking gun; it was Marinette’s fault. It was cruel. And Marinette didn’t like her for it. She disliked herself more for falling into the traps Lila set.

No! That Marinette would’ve never survived the real world. It’s why she had to go away. Marinette got smarter, hotter when she let Chloe show her how to use her beauty like a sword. And she did it fast, just in the knick of time because her parents had been considering transferring her.

The old Marinette had to die, and the new Marinette rose up from the dead with a thirst for blood and a list of names; Lila’s was underlined in red. Every day, she checked it to remind herself just why she was doing what she was.

When Lila’s mother came to school, with the principle storming up behind her, red-faced and steaming mad, all the students in the Cafeteria could only watch as the Italian lady roared at her daughter. Screamed about how all the lies had come back to bite her family in the ass; after all ambassadors had no business traveling to exotic places, with celebrities, on their country’s dime when they should be working.

Marinette could only smirk as another confirmation of Lila’s lies was made public. All she could think of while it was happening was: Look what you made me do.

Yes, Marinette had used her connections (Chloe. She asked Chloe to get her Dad to ask the right questions) to get the right info into Italy’s embassy’s ears about what their ambassador was up to.

Chloe made a nasty remark about how easily stupid people are led, that her class overheard from over at their table. (Yes, their table. No matter how hard they tried. Marinette refused to go back to friendly terms with her classmates. Though she was polite to Kitty Section’s band members. Luka was her friend. And no matter, how hard she hinted that he’d thrive as solo artist; Luka was loyal.)

It had taken days Lila’s mom to fix the mess and her bosses still eyed her suspiciously weeks later. She also made it clear that Lila was be attending summer school for her missed attendance and that they weren’t moving. Which meant that Lila wasn’t going to escape the mess she was in anytime soon. Which of course led to her being Akumatized… again. No matter, Ladybug took great pleasure in showing her a thing or two. In a way the old Marinette never would.

Marinette straighten her back and raised her chin as a onlookers started appearing behind the security gates. They pointed at her and waved excitedly. Marinette waved back.

The new Marinette understood why the spotlight was needed, why her face had to grace the covers of magazines, why blowing up on Instagram and twitter was the best thing that could happen to her.

Slowly but surely the world was whispering her name louder and louder as the days, week, and months, drew on. Paris, however, was all but screaming it.

Her face was on billboards. She was in perfume and make-up commercials for some well-known brands. She had gotten small, very small, roles on enough hit Paris shows to have people start recognizing her. It wasn’t long before all of France knew who Marinette Dupain-Cheng was… but that was mostly because of her, rather overzealous, fans.

Her slowly rising fanbase was equalizing her to a hurricane. Unexpected and potentially earthshattering; cold and severe, blowing them all out of their seats. Basically the opposite the resident walking ball of Sunshine that was Adrien Agreste.

The media called it a friendly rivalry between competing designers.

Gabriel Agreste’s Sun.

Audrey Bourgeois’s Storm.

The Sunshine child Vs The Storm Princess.

Audrey loved it. Loved the idea so much that she created an entire shoot for the cover of Teen Vogue; a cover that Adrien Agreste was supposed to have already booked.

The dress Marinette was wearing wasn’t her design. (And that killed her only a little). It was Audrey Bourgeois’. And it was an off-shoulder, hi-low hem dress. It was mix of purples, blacks, and blues. She had on a studded, leather jacket with knee high leather boots. A very Rocker princess look, complete with a sliver tiara on her head. The opposite of anything Adrien Agreste would ever be seen in.

Speaking of who. Adrien and what looked to be in the entire class was having another picnic. It wasn’t a surprise they were there. Sabrina has snitched to Chloe had Adrien had learned of the photoshoot from his father and wanted to “coincidently” catch Marinette outside of school. Maybe remind Marinette when she was still their every day Ladybug. The only surprising thing about the entire situation was the Sabrina was still firmly in Chloe’s back pocket; loyal to the end.

Chloe was getting her pictures done first. The entire photo shoot a deadly nature theme. She was a tornado. Her dress, very Coachella worthy, as was flowy and loose; a mix of greys, whites, and silvers. There were fans all around her blowing at worrying speeds. But Chloe didn’t bat an eye. She modeled like she was born for it. Marinette could only wonder why, with a daughter as gorgeous as Chloe, Audrey never considered making her a model. But people make stupid mistakes.

Marinette, for example, for every crushing on Adrien.

There was no longing left in her for the blond or Alya, who kept blatantly staring her way. Or for any of her other used to be friends.

That desire had died months ago. Back then she had been willing to do just about anything to be let back; to get a key back into kingdom. Her! When she was the one who starting bringing their little clique together back when most of them never even talked to each other. Marinette got them to be friends. No! She got them to be best friends; build what might one day be lifelong friendships to tell their kids about, that people would be envious of. And what happened?

They painted her as a villain, kicked her out and locked the door behind her.

“Might I ask how you know them?” A voice asked from next to her.

Marinette shifted in her seat to eye the handsome, regal, blond, grey-eyed boy next to her, getting his own make-up done. He wore a suit of an icy blue and white., and an expression on his face that could’ve chilled out global warming. There was a dark silver crown on his head. She raised an eyebrow at him, “Ice King, right?” A blizzard.

“Felix,” He corrected. “And you are the Storm Princess?” There’s was no mocking in his tone, just curiosity.

Of course Marinette knew who he was. Felix Culpa. A model that had been making waves longer than Marinette and Adrien. His mother, a close friend of Audrey, had built a fashion empire that he would inherit. His mother was Adrien’s aunt. Emilie’s older sister.

“Marinette,” She offered. “They are schoolmates of mine.”

“But not friends.” It wasn’t a question.

“Not anymore.”

Marinette had moved on and so did the rest of the world. Now drama in class was now a daily thing. Over the last few weeks Marinette had be subtly wreaking havoc in her class. A comment thrown here or there to start an agreement. Letting Chloe casually mention the amazing things they did that week. Or who they met. And if the people they met happened to be the idols of quite a number of her star struck classmates… Well nothing could be done about that.

It was Karma.

“Do they know that?”

“They should,” Marinette answered easily. They weren’t her friends anymore. They never would be again.

Maybe, Marinette got what she deserved for being too trusting. But they’ll get theirs too. Ladyblog was burning to cinders but somehow hanging on by a thread; apparently Lila becoming a well-known Liar in Paris made people not want to blame a poor little teen girl for falling into the web of lies.

“Does he know that?” Felix asked. “My dear cousin Adrien hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. Old boyfriend?”

Marinette barked out a laugh. “I don’t know if I should be offended or not?”

Felix leaned towards Marinette, a smirk on his face. “Offended, definitely. I don’t think I could think of a better insult for a princess.”

She giggled. After that the two fell into an easy conversation. Each talking about their hobbies and everyday annoyances. Eventually, Marinette admitted to once having a crush on Adrien… before she grew a brain and saw that he was... Well, she had struggled to put it nicely.

“Spineless,” Felix, luckily offered. “I know. Believe me. The oaf is way too passive for anyone’s own good.”

“There!” The makeup artists announced looking them both over. “All done.” And within seconds, her team was packed up to move on his a lovely Hispanic girl dressed to be a volcanic eruption.

It was moments later that they each were called to their own shoots. Marinette and Felix walked side by side, like royalty. Marinette ignored the waves and calls from her classmates and tried to steel down her nerves. No matter how many times she stepped in front on the camera she could never stop the butterflies in her stomach from happening.

“Everyone gets nervous.” Felix suddenly said. “Before a big shoot, I still get a nauseous feeling.”

“What do you do?”

“I remind myself just who I am,” He answered. “I suggest you do the same. They call me the Ice Prince, for a reason. They call you a storm, be the storm.”

Marinette nodded firmly and steeled herself. Her blue eyes narrowed and a frosty look appeared on her face.

The photographer loved it.

“You’re beautiful, princess.” Zara, the photographer, yelled. “Your rage is screaming off you. More. I need more.”

Rage was easy. All she had to do was cast a look at Alya and the rest.

“Oh the lightening in your eyes is stunning.”

Marinette twirled. Her dress blew in the harsh wind of the fans.

“There’s no calm after this Storm.”

“Beautiful and deadly,” Zara commented. “You. Are. The. Storm.”

Felix finished his shoot first and came over to hers. He stood behind Zara, next to the computer monitors. It took a lot of Marinette’s willpower not to keep glancing at him. He surveyed the since passively, not a hint of emotion on his face.

“Marinette come over here!” Zara called to where she stood next to computer monitors.

Marinette glided over and her mouth dropped at the images on the screen. That was her? No, that couldn’t be her. The girl on the scream was angry and wild; a force of nature. She was…

“Beautiful,” Felix said. “Absolutely stunning.”

Marinette snorted, very un-ladylike. “You’re one to talk.” She motioned to his pictures. “I’ve never seen anyone look so majestic.” So handsome.

Felix raised an eyebrow. “Imagine how we’d look together.”

“YES!”

Wait, did that come out of her mouth. Tikki, please tell me that didn’t come out of my mouth, Marinette silently begged.

Luckily it didn’t. It was Zara. The redhead practically jumped up and down. “A clash of natures. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful. We’re shooting it!”

And they did. At first Felix and Marinette seemingly danced around each other. Then they danced with each other. It took everything Marinette had not to turn bright red when Felix put one hand in her’s and the other on the small of her back.

“Look at each other like the other is the best thing you ever saw.”

“That won’t be too hard,” Felix whispered.

Marinettte’s eye bulged and let out a small gasp. And then a hiss of rage. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Oh hell yes!” Wait what? “Hashtag IceStorm.” Chloe catcalled.

“Ugh,” Felix groaned as they changed poses. Now they were only, just barely holding hands. As they glared together as the world; daring it to not to tremble before them. It was their last shot. “Bourgeois. Adrien’s only friend. The always available playmate of my childhood. I thought I escaped.”

“Hey, that’s my best friend you’re groaning about,” Marinette glared up at him. (And damn his height!) “And I have you know she’s one of Adrien’s most tolerable friends.”

Felix paled. “The most tolerable? What are other soulless harpies that drag you down to the underworld?”

“You’ll wish.”

Felix nodded. “I certainly will. I’m to join Adrien’s class on Monday. Though from what you told me, I should be on the lookout for traits and nasty liars who lie.”

Marinette blushed. She had complained a bit to him.

Zara called it quits. And Chloe joined the two as they walked back to the dressing rooms. When they separated, Chloe pointed out, “Finally. I wondered when you two lovebird would stop holdings hands.”

They blushed when they realized that yes, they had in fact held hands the entire way there. Chloe cackled as they rushed into the trailers.

“You’re evil,” Marinette hissed at Chloe when the door shut behind her.

“Yes but you love that about me.”

“Not when you use it against me.” Marinette grumbled.

After they changed, Marinette and Chloe walked out of the trailer giggling over new crushes. Felix was waiting for them which just made Chloe burst into laughter. He was dressed in a black button down shirt with grey slacks and a grey tie.

Marinette would get that girl back.

“And what are you lovely ladies up to this evening?” Felix asked, ignoring Chloe’s snickers.

“We’re going ice skating with two friends of ours: Luka and Kagami,” Marinette answered. “You should join us.”

Felix agreed and the three walked passed the security gates into the park. They had been in the park less than a minuete before… it happened.

A Frisbee landed in front of them.

“Sorry about that,” Alya said as she jogged up to them. Adrien and Nino trailing behind her. The class had forgiven Adrien quicker than Marinette thought they would. “Marinette, gurl, I didn’t know you were hear.”

“Bullshit,” Chloe snorted.

“We were just leaving,” Marinette chimed.

“Wait,” Adrien said. “Why don’t you stay? We’re having a picnic.”

“Can’t. Plans.” Chloe answered coolly.

Alya glared. “We weren’t inviting you.” She turned pleading eyes to Marinette. “I really need to talk to you. I need help. The Ladyblog needs help. I was wondering if you could set up an interview with Ladybug again. Like last time.”

The two girls froze and just looked at the reporter, stunned. Was Alya serious? Was she insane?

White-hot rage rushed over Marinette. HOW. DARE. SHE?

“Is that appropriate?” Felix asked suddenly. “Are you two friends?”

“No,” Marinette quickly snapped. “We’re not friends. And it’s appropriate. Ladybug made it clear she doesn’t work want to work with you.”

“More like she hates tabloids,” Chloe crossed her arms and glared fiercly at the three.

Alya stiffened indignantly. “The Ladyblog is not a tabloid,” She shrieked. “Its serious journalism. And Ladybug trusts you Marinette, she’ll listen.”

“Ah the blog that news discredited.” Felix added.

“Dude, it was a misunderstanding.” Nino said.

“Due to the lack of fact checking,”

Adrien step to his cousin. “You don’t know. You weren’t there.”

“You are correct,” Felix admitted. “However, I did make sure double check my resources. I wanted to confirm just what type of class I was enrolling into. So I researched. Anyone could do it.”

Marinette looked Alya up and down. “Well, not just anyone, I suppose.” Alysa flushed. “Ladybug said I was bias because of my past friendship with you. She won’t listen to me again. Yes Ladybug trusts me almost as much as she doesn’t trust you.”

Hurt filled Alya’s eyes.

Yeah, Marinette wanted to say, look what you made me do.

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redsdesktop · 7 years

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Nameless Week: Protecting Each Other.

Pairings: Red x Green/Blue Oak. ( I use Green. )

Warnings: None.

AU: Werewolf. Wanted to do Supernatural themes in prep for Halloween.

Red had always been a bit... different. Noises were too loud, smells were too strong, being crowded made him feel the frightened desire to run away. His mother said he took after his father, he hadn't understood what that meant until later on in his life, thinking she just meant the unusual color of his eyes or the way he wanted to just be by himself. It wasn't that he ever liked being alone, but he didn't know how to bridge the gap between himself and the other kids he met, he was just too different, too strange that he could never connect. So he often explored outside by himself, preferring the outdoors rather than being stuck inside, it made him feel trapped despite how much he loved being with with adoring mother.

It was one day when he was climbing a tree, he accidentally stumbled across the fact the tree he was climbing was a nest for kakunas, he'd studied Pokemon enough to know what that meant even at an early age. He tried to slowly climb down the tree to avoid detection, but it was too late, the beedrills that had been slumbering up in the higher branches had spotted him. He scrambled down the tree, falling part of the way down and he landed with a heavy thump on the ground, pain splintered up his arm as he landed hard on his wrist, he'd reached out on instinct to catch himself and only ended up making it worse. He didn't have time to cry as the buzzing sound of wings reminded him to run.

Holding his broken wrist to his chest, he ran in fear, not daring to look back as he knew he wouldn't likely outrun the angry beedrills but he still had to try. When his foot caught an upraised root, it sent him sprawling out over the ground, skidding the bottom of his chin and his elbows, making his eyes water. Instinctively, he curled up into a fetal position with his hands over his head to protect himself. But the stings never came, instead an angry voice shout out, too loudly, making Red wince. "Get outta' here, you jerks!" Red peeked out from behind his arm to see a strange boy, waving a bottle of super repel, spraying wildly at the bug type Pokemon. It seemed to have worked as the beedrills reeled back, giving in since they had been successful in at least chasing Red away from their hive.

That was the day he met Green, even though he was loud and highly energetic, the other boy was persistent in being Red's friend. He didn't know why, but Green never seemed wary of him like the other kids, not knowing that it was his heritage that instinctively labeled him as a predator among others. Green had no fear, taking the lead on their childhood adventures, teaching Red things that he hadn't known, explaining that Green's grandfather was a Pokemon Professor and he'd been taught all sorts of cool facts about Pokemon from the man. Red quietly watched and listened to Green, it wasn't until they were almost into their older digits that things began to change. Green became more aware of the rumors around Red, how Red was a freak and something was just off about him that gave the other kids goosebumps. In turn, they felt Green was weird for hanging out with the mute, shunning the boy who wanted and craved attention and recognition.

By the time it came for them to start their real Pokemon adventure, Green had all but shoved Red away, but Red was understanding, he knew his friend well enough to understand what was going on. He would always treasure their time together, but now it was time to move on to the second stage in their life. Red simply craved the freedom to explore while Green craved to be the best. On their travels, they bumped into each other, maybe it was fate, Red wasn't sure but he'd like to think Green was waiting for him, to challenge his new claimed rival. It was really the only acceptable way for them to interact, while Red wanted to just lose to Green, to let him have his happiness, something in him wouldn't allow him to take it easy on his former friend. It would be like lying and the only way he could motivate Green to become stronger, he thought, was to give it his all. Time and time again, Red won, not knowing that he was slowly creating a monster.

At the time, he should've left Green with his title, but he knew he couldn't, he had to see if Green was worthy, to test his skill and knowing Green wouldn't be satisfied without beating Red at least once. However, Red had once again come out on top and became champion, a position he didn't even really want, especially after seeing how furious Green was when he stormed out and Red remained as silent as always. However, being a champion was more than just claiming a title and returning to adventure, reporters and fans crowded him, hounding him for answers and pictures, something inside him clawed in a desperate attempt to escape. He was suffocating and he needed to leave before he did something he'd regret and lash out in his growing frustration, like a cornered animal.

Within a day of winning the Champion title, Red disappeared and wasn't heard from in years.

It was only until a kid from Johto had decided to brave Mount Silver and climb to the top that the rumor leaked. Mount Silver was known for its dangerous weather, powerful Pokemon, and its winds that howled eerily in the night. No one dared to climb too far up the mountain, except for one crazy kid with the thirst for a challenge.He'd come face to face with a man in tattered clothing, standing like a statue in the snow, watching him with red eyes that pierced through the heavily falling snow, watching him almost like a predator would. Their Pokemon battle was wild, aggressive and untamed, never before had the kid fought against such a dominating opponent and it was surprise when he finally won in the end. But before he could ask anything, the snowfall built into a blizzard, obscuring his sight and the trainer seemed to disappear into thin air.

Hearing this news, Green, without a doubt, knew who it had been. A ghost from his past that he'd thought had faded from his memory only to return so suddenly, it left him reeling. Without thinking, he knew he had to climb Mount Silver and rushed out of his house, only pulling on his jacket. His mind was a mess, for years he'd regretted what he'd done, for years he'd seethed of what Red had done. Now that he was older, his anger had faded, leaving him with just memories of his past. He didn't think of what he would do when he found Red, he just knew he had to find Red, had to see him again. As he climbed higher and higher, stumbling blindly through caves and struggling with the thinning air, he'd began to realize several mistakes he made in this crazy desire to see Red again. For one, he'd forgotten to grab his belt with his pokeballs, he'd just be pure lucky not to have been attacked by a wild Pokemon.

Secondly, it was freezing cold and all he had on was his light weather jacket which barely kept the wind from hitting his body. The snow up here was thick, sticking to his cargo pants and soaking them as they weren't water proof. He was going to die up here just because he had some crazy desire to see Red again, fearing that at any moment something bad could happen to his childhood friend.He needed to find shelter from the wind and snow as he wrapped his arms about himself, trying to trap as much warmth as he could to his body.There. In the distance was a dark splotch among the white landscape, giving Green a burst of hope and energy as he tried to hurry up towards the cave that offered safety. Once he stumbled tiredly inside, he collapsed to the ground, falling back onto his backside so he could rest and try to catch his breath in this thin air.

What Green had thought was a safe place to rest, turned out to be wrong as a low growl rumbled from further inside the cave. Green's head Snapped up with alarm, his body freezing up in more ways than one as he stared into the darkness, trying to see what had made such a noise. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet in preparation to run, but that had seemed to be the wrong choice as a grizzly Ursaring charged forward to blindly attack the one who had entered his territory. Green scrambled back, his feet tangling in a panic and causing him to fall straight back onto his ass again. Pain shot up his spine, momentarily dazing him and he knew he was a goner and mentally cursing himself in his last moments. The bear roared again, though, he thought it was the ursaring roaring and he braced himself for impact.

Instead, a quick breeze ruffled his spiky brown hair from behind as something soared over him and then there was a sound of a heavy struggle before him. Cracking open one eye he'd closed in fear, he was surprised to see the Ursaring fighting and defending itself against a Pokemon Green had never seen before. It was canine, large and with rich dark brown fur that almost looked black in the low light of the cave. It definitely looked bipedal, though looked like it could switch from two legs to forth limbs with ease. Whatever it was, the wolf-beast was savage, frothing at the mouth as those powerful jaws snapped at the thick fat of the Ursaring, taking the swipes from the bear without even noticing. Finally, it was clear who the winner would be as the bear decided to take the lose in territory and ran past Green and out into the snow and cold. Suddenly making Green very aware he was left with this monster of a Pokemon who'd soundly kicked a Ursaring's ass.

That massive, broad head turned, red eyes seemed to settle on Green with an unnerving focus, something that said that this wasn't just a animal lacking intelligence or ruled by primal instincts. Still though, Green scooted back in fear until his back pressed against the cave wall. Seeing this, the wolf turned his head away, looking almost hurt by the action. Since the creature wasn't attacking him and instead decided to just lay down on the stone ground, Green could make out something strange. The Pokemon was wearing clothes, or what little remained of clothes, jeans and a black shirt from what it looked like. Though it only confused Green more, but with the way the beast was looking at him with its own confusion and maybe even concern?

Green shivered and huddled into himself, it was still cold, he didn't know what would kill him first, the weather or this Pokemon. Seeing this obvious sign of cold, the beast moved, standing up and moving over in its smooth gait and instead of eating Green for lunch, the wolf instead curled up around Green. It reminded the trainer of how his eevee would curl up in his lap during cold nights, but this Pokemon was bigger than his eevee... and much warmer. Cautiously, he reached out, sinking his hands in the coarse outer layer of fur before his fingers found the softer dense inner layer of fur. The warmth slowly drew feeling back into his frozen fingers and the Pokemon seemed to sigh out in relief. It didn't seem like Green would be lunch and the wolf had in fact saved him from being mauled by the ursaring.

Tired and cold, Green leaned forward, resting his face against the soft cushion of fur, the heat radiating from the Pokemon slowly began to lull him asleep. He couldn't help to feel strangely safe, even though this was a wild Pokemon who had shown its strength to fight off a fully grown and angry ursaring. As he drifted asleep, he couldn't help but wonder how Red managed to live out here in such dangerous conditions. When Green found him, he would drag his friend back down home with him and make sure he never did anything stupid like this again.

Green didn't know how long he slept, but he still felt tired regardless, his entire body sore from sleeping on the hard ground instead of his state of the art sleep number bed back home. At least he was warm as he snuggled closer to the source of such warmth, burying his cold nose against a broad chest, slowly beginning to realize he was no longer resting his head on soft fur but something human. His eyes snapped open immediately in alarm as he became aware of strong arms curling about his waist, of rough fingers brushed just beneath the bottom part of the back of his shirt, against skin. It was intimate. Too intimate. He shoved himself off the man he'd been laying on for who knows how long. His hazel eyes wide in surprise and anger to cover up the flustered tint to his cheeks. He was about to rant and rave at the creep who snuck up on him when he suddenly actually took in the face of the man beneath him.

Red eyes peered up at him, unblinking and as steady as always, making Green forget was he was about to say. Red was no longer the scrawny little boy he'd once known, this was an adult. Weathered and built for survival on such a harsh place, still though his tussled hair remained the same, never to be tamed. It was the same color as the wolf, the same way the wolf had looked at him. He wanted to deny it, something like that wasn't real, only in books and movies. Green knew the truth though, knew Red had always been different, but that didn't matter. He'd been the one to protect Green, even if he had looked like a monster, he was still Red. His raised his hands, framing the other male's handsome face, receiving a cautiously hopeful look that Green returned with a hesitantly cocky grin.

"You're coming home with me. As long as you don't chew up the furniture."

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