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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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Hues of Gold

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Request : do a billy russo x reader with the reader having an art job and them meeting due to that somehow

Warnings: none

A/N: Here it is, my first Billy x Reader. I'll be getting to the prompts in my inbox too but still feel free to send me more requests. You don't need to pick from the prompt lists, if you have an idea then just send it on over. Nothing is off limits and I write for every type of Billy. S1 Billy, S2 Billy, pre-show Billy, all the AU Billy's you can think of lmao Gimme them all.

You tilted your head a little, eyes sweeping across the paint on the easel in front of you. The piece was coming together nicely. You'd started at humble beginnings with your artwork as a street artist. You hadn't been able to afford art school and you didn't feel like people needed to if they just felt it. And you did. You'd been a hit with your expressionist art and before you knew it, you were getting wealthy clients and more money. Now you had your own little studio with an apartment on top. It wasn't flashy but it was yours and you loved it. The work you thought was good enough for your new clients would go up on your website, they'd buy them and then you'd send them off to their new home. It was simple and you got to spend every day painting to your heart's content.

You bit your lip as you mixed two golds together to get the perfect shade you were after. Some of your pieces were weirder than others, others being more realistic or using average colors. Some of them were darker in theme or used more vibrant colors with looser shapes. It was all dependent on how you felt when making it. The one currently being worked on wasn't finished by any means. Oil paint often required many layers and getting it to dry in between time. But if someone was to gauge your mood by this one, well… they'd say you were most likely sexually frustrated. It was a naked woman laying on her back on rumpled sheets, just her torso and a bit of her leg to leave the rest to the imagination. Her male counterpart was pressed up against her as the bodies melded together, his hand gripping her thigh. The colors you'd picked for this were hues of red, orange, yellow and gold, making it look like the couple were set ablaze. The epitome of passion. It was coming along nicely.

Your work cell rang breaking you from your thoughts. You gave your hand a quick wipe on the ratty towel next to you as you picked it up, answering with your full name.

"Hi, I'm lookin' for some art and I've heard you're the girl to go to," a smooth voice came through the phone. The fact that someone recommended this guy to you made you smile. It always did. It meant people were pleased with your work.

"I am. Have you checked the website? That's where my current pieces are," you murmured softly.

"I did but… I haven't really found the one yet. And a friend of mine tells me you've got a bunch of exclusive stuff at your studio," he replied.

You glanced around your studio. He wasn't wrong entirely although you wouldn't call them exclusives. You'd call them rejects if you were honest. Your new clientele were more demanding and it made you second guess your pieces more often than you'd like to admit. This led to many of them finding a home in your studio instead. You were unsure who the man's friend was as typically you didn't have people come to the studio. It was a very rare occurrence and you couldn't imagine him being interested in any of these pieces. But a customer was a customer.

"You're more than welcome to come down and look at them. I'm not sure you'll find what you're looking for though, I've kept them offline because they're in the reject pile," you snorted wryly. His smooth chuckle was soothing as it hit your ears and you nibbled on your lower lip.

"Well I'll be the judge of that," you didn't know what he looked like but you could hear the smirk in his voice. You told him the address before hanging up.

You were a little nervous of someone coming into your space and judging the art you'd already deemed not worth putting up for sale, but you decided to roll with it. It was too late now and it wouldn't be a good look for your business to tell the guy he couldn't come. You decided to continue the piece you were working on to keep your mind occupied, having no idea just when the man would decide to show, or if he would at all.

It was an hour later when the large wooden door knocked and you called out that it was open. You stood up and wiped your hands on the towel again, not that it helped much. You were sure you had paint on every part of you, it was half the fun of making art. The man walked in and you were a little surprised by just how handsome he was. He was dressed to the nines in a suit with his hair slicked back, the sides shorter than the top. He certainly looked like your usual clients but you couldn't remember any of your fancier clients ever bothering to call you, never mind actually coming to see your other pieces.

The smile he shot you was disarming and you replied in kind as you walked over to him. You reached out your hand to shake with his before retracting it rapidly when you noticed just how much of a poor job the towel had done. He seemed amused if his chuckle was anything to go by and you snorted.

"Uh… welcome. Feel free to look around. I haven't really got prices for these since I wasn't gonna sell them so I'll settle for whatever," you shrugged with a smile. Anything was better than nothing that you were getting by keeping them here. Besides, you were pretty sure he wouldn't even like any of them.

You didn't want to crowd him as he looked around so you went right back to your easel and sat on the stool. He walked around leisurely, stopping at each piece and looking at them. Your eyes kept flitting to him without meaning to, you weren't sure if it was how attractive he was or the nerves of having someone assessing your work this way. Maybe both. He didn't strike you as an art kind of guy honestly. Most of the rich clients weren't, they just wanted a statement piece for their walls for people to talk about. There wasn't anything wrong with that of course, but you'd be a liar if you said you didn't miss it back as a street artist when people bought a piece simply because it spoke to them and they loved it. Onwards and upwards though, right?

"So… who's the friend? That told you I had stuff here?" You asked after a moment, unable not to because your curiosity was getting the better of you. He glanced over at you from where he stood and smiled.

"Curtis," he replied. Your eyebrows raised a little with that information. You'd met Curtis back when you were a street artist and he bought something for the group he was running. He was a nice guy and he checked in every so often with you. You wouldn't say you were friends but you really liked him and you had some good conversations. You couldn't imagine Curtis being friends with this man though.

Noticing the shock on your face, the man chuckled.

"We served together when I was in the marines. He's a good guy, one of my closest friends," he supplied.

"You were a marine?" You hadn't meant to ask like it was such an absurd notion but it came out anyway. You just hadn't expected it He looked amused though and he nodded.

"Yeah. When I got out I set up my own private military firm, ex military people with no purpose. I give 'em somethin' to fight for. A brotherhood. We're doin' pretty well," he had a bright smile on his face, gesturing to his suit when he said they were doing well and you found yourself smiling back.

"You must be really proud. It's amazing that you're doing that for them. I mean… I never served or anything but Curtis tells me about some of the guys from his group sometimes. I bet you really help them," you said sincerely. You had no clue what it must be like to serve and you knew you didn't have the stomach for it. But some of the things Curtis had told you had made you sad and you were impressed that the man had set up something like this on his own. Something to help others just like him. He shot you another smile before going back to looking at the artwork and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Figuring he'd catch you looking at him, you forced yourself to focus on adding more gold to the art you were working on. You weren't sure how long had passed until he spoke again and it startled you. You'd almost forgotten he was there.

"This one is… interesting. I like this one," he mused, eyes on the work on your easel as he stood beside you. Your cheeks tinged a little pink at the phrasing he used but you recovered quickly.

"Thanks. I like this one too but… it won't end up on the website. The last erotic piece I put on there apparently offended people," you said with a wry grin. He laughed, the sound low and short but his eyes went to you then. Holy shit, his eyes are… wow.

"Well it definitely doesn't offend me. How long will it take to finish?" He asked as his obsidian orbs went back to the painting.

"A couple of days at most. It's almost done and then it needs to dry and be sealed," it was nice talking about your work with someone, even as mundane as when it would be complete. You missed that interaction since you got the studio.

"I'll take it. How much?" he flashed you a smile that made your stomach flip around on you and you bit your lip with a smile back.

"That's up to you," you shrugged. You never bothered putting prices on pieces you knew you wouldn't sell and you hadn't expected to sell this piece. Even the prices on the website felt too much for you but it was born from the first wealthy clients and what they thought your pieces were worth. You just rolled with it, it wasn't like they'd miss it, right?

He hummed, the sound deep in his throat as he got out his wallet. You mused he must want it mailed to him when it was done for him to pay now rather than later but you were happy it was cash and not card. He handed you some bills and you counted it quickly, eyes widening as you blinked up at him.

"I can't take this. This is more than the pieces online," you frowned, holding out the money back to him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, shrugging his shoulders.

"You said it was up to me," he replied with an easy smirk. Would you really sit there and argue with him about getting more money for it? No. But you were shocked he thought it was worth that much.

"I… thank you, sir," you smiled, stuffing the money into your pocket.

"Billy," he clarified, smirk still in place.

"Billy," you corrected with a shy smile. Something glittered in his dark eyes as you tested the sound of his name and he raked his teeth over his lower lip. Despite the fact you'd already given him your full name on the phone, you gave him your first name again and he mimicked you as he tested it out. Why did it sound so good coming from his mouth?

You cleared your throat, his intense stare was getting a little too much and you stood, walking over to the big table against the wall, grabbing a pen and pad.

"You can leave your details, I can mail it to you when it's done," you handed them to him and he twirled the pen around in his long fingers with ease.

"I'll leave my number. I'd like to come pick it up when it's done, if that's okay?" He asked as he scribbled his name and digits down.

"Are you sure? It's not an issue shipping it out," you replied as he passed you back the pen and pad.

"I'm sure. It gives me an excuse to see you again," he smirked, dark eyes boring into yours as your cheeks turned pink. He chuckled and with that he was out the door and you were left stood there gaping where he went. Did he really just…?

You stood there a moment longer, a smile working its way onto your face before you shook your head and sat back down at your easel. You glanced at the painting before setting to work and getting it finished. You couldn't wait for it to be done so Billy would come back. He was intriguing and you found yourself thinking of him as you continued your work.

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reincarnated70sbaby · 3 years

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star crossed

-chapter four-

*disclaimer: this work is entirely fiction, all scenes with real life people presented in this work are entirely fictitious.*

word count : 2.4k

warnings : angst! (af!) swearing ? charlie watts being unbothered as ever, did i mention angst?

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After a couple drinks in, the conversation of recording a track started up. Jimmy was actually quite excited, a Rolling Stones and Jimmy Page track was bound to happen sometime. Sure, Jimmy had played with them in his session days, but not anything to the extent of actually being featured and credited for the track. They decided to come back tomorrow to Bill’s home studio to record a track that might feature on the upcoming Goats Head Soup album. Two nights previous, he finished up the English leg of the 72/73 tour. In a couple weeks, Led Zeppelin would be embarking on their biggest tour yet - the 73 North American tour. There was plans to record a concert film and album, and Jimmy was really hopeful everything would work out.

“Lads I’m about to fucking pass out here, I’m out, see you all tomorrow yeah?”

“All right Jim, see y’a tomorrow, not to early mate right?”

After agreeing to come in the early afternoon with Bill , he bid goodnight to the rest of crew there, Charlie and the pianist for the album, Nicky. Sure, they weren’t as wild as the Toxic Twins, but they were still good company - better than getting drunk in his hotel room alone.

Walking back to his hotel room, the walk felt much longer than 10 minutes. Even though it was the beginning of February, and therefore the start of spring, he had to wrap his arms around himself to preserve body heat.

Reaching the hotel lobby, he was met with the warm air of the large room. Red carpets and gold accents adorned the room. It was quite late in the night - or early in the morning, so he decided to skip going to the bar in hopes of picking up a partner and instead, head straight to his room. On his way into the elevator, he passed two women, both wearing sunglasses. He thought that peculiar, and even more peculiar, he thought he recognised the woman with short brunette hair. After attempting to place the woman, he concluded he was in no state of mind to try.

Laying down on his bed, his thoughts wondered to Alice. He hadn’t heard anything about her since they were last together. He wasn’t even sure if she was still in the music business. He wondered would he ever see her again. He hoped he would, but a feeling in his gut told him it would happen eventually. Sooner, or later, he thought.

Waking up slightly hungover, he showered and prepared for the day of recording ahead. It wasn’t to be a serious session, more of a jam of sorts and hopefully produce a track in the process.

Strolling casually into Bill’s recording studio, he noticed that, as per usual, everybody was there expect Mick. On second look he noticed that Mick Taylor was not there either.

“Where are the Mick’s?”

“I think Jagger is just late, but oh, theres Taylor there now!”

Just as Keith finished speaking, Mick Taylor walked in, guitar case in hand. This would be the first time Jimmy and Mick played together, and he hoped they would get on well.

“Jimmy, great to see you again, ready to play?”

“Nice to see you too, lets get down to it shall we boys?”

Mick Jagger had finally arrived, so he and Keith were working on lyrics, while Charlie and Bill were working on rhythms and riffs, leaving Jimmy and Mick Taylor to work out the main guitar melody. They worked really well together, as they both had the same blues origins and both loved incorporating it into new material.

“So who's the sound tech here anyway” Jimmy asked, while in the process of tuning his guitar down.

“Allie, she's been with us for the album, she's great, have you met her before?”

“Hmm, the name doesn't sound familiar I don't think”

“Well she had an appointment, so she’ll probably be here within the next hour” Mick commented, a shy smile coming onto his face when mentioning her.

After around half an hour of messing around, the boys were finally ready to start the recording tapes. All that stopped then was the missing sound tech.

“Good afternoon boys, I, being your guardian angel have brought lunch for all of us” Alice said cheerily, bursting through the door with a bright smile.

Jimmy’s head shot up at the sound of her voice, suddenly connecting all the dots. The feeling in his gut about meeting her, the woman in the hotel, and the ‘Allie’ nickname.

“Oh thank you Alice, forgot to mention we invited a special guest to join our entourage, last night at Bill’s after you and Taylor left” spoke Mick Jagger with his usual eloquence.

“Alice!”

“Jimmy” Alice replied curtly, a hint of sourness in her blank expression. Jimmy was now in front of Alice, greeting her.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, its been what, nearly four years! I didn’t even know if you were still an audio tech” Jimmy said warmly, excited to see her again

“I would say it’s a pleasure to see you too, but its not, so I wont” Alice casually said, blanking him, and moving further into the room. She set the bags of fresh food on the table, in the back of the recording section of the large hall. Jimmy watched her walk away casually, totally taken off guard by her coldness. The rest of the Stones all caught this too, extremely confused, but a little entertained by their encounter.

“Wait, you guys know each other?” Keith asked, a small smirk on his lips, pointing between the two.

“I would say used to know, I was on of the engineers on Zeppelin II in 69”

“Hold on, I didn’t know you worked Zeppelin II? That means you must have been a teenager when you worked on it. Blimey” Mick, asked, all of this coming news to him, as well to the others.

“I suppose you wouldn’t, after all I wasn’t even credited, nor my boss Tom” Alice said coolly, still not turning away from setting up the various soups and sandwiches.

Obviously, the teenage Alice that Jimmy once knew was long gone.

“God, Allie you look so old, what are you now? Twenty four, twenty five” Jimmy asked, sampling the new nickname, trying to break the stifling awkwardness that now infected the room.

“Still getting my age wrong I see, Jimmy. Im surprised you still know my name, after all the stunts you pulled over the last four years” Alice replied, walking directly towards Jimmy, accompanied with razor sharp glare. She now stood directly on front of him, slightly invading his personal space. She has grown taller and her face matured, loosing the slight roundness to her cheeks she once possessed. She apparently had cut off her long wavy crimson locks, in favour of a modern, dark brown bob.

“Uh, what’re you talking about?” Jimmy asked chuckling nervously as he scratched his head, hoping she wouldn’t notice his feigned innocence.

“Oh I’m sure you know, as does everyone else in this room. I don't really have the energy to continue this irrelevant conversation, or frankly, any conversation in general with you at this point. Also, it’s Alice to you” Alice stated sternly with a finger pointed to his chest. Jimmy could practically see the ice swirling in her cool blue eyes, the eyes he had come to miss over the years. He had never had encountered her true, red headed temperament. Now that he was on the receiving end, he desperately wanted to stay away from it.

“I’m not really hungry anyway, so I’ll be in the mod room if you guys need me” Alice said, directing her words to everyone but Jimmy, before leaving and entering the conjoining mod room. Mick Taylor quickly set his down his burnt orange Les Paul, then followed Alice out of the room.

“Woah, I haven’t seen drama like this since the last time Mick and Bowie had an arguement - which was last week, I think hmm” Keith remarked with a sarcastic finger on his chin, before moving to serve himself some soup.

“Actually Keef, I think this charade is a lot more entertaining than David’s and I’s little tiffs, as this is bit more of a lovers quarrel”

“Better not let Taylor hear that, or he’ll have to have a word with you Pagey” Bill commented, wide grin now on his face.

Jimmy was now the confused one. He turned to Charlie, silently asking him about Alice and Mick with the point of his finger. Charlie simply shrugged his shrugged his shoulders in response before going back to drumming a riff with the hi-hats and snare drums.

After everybody had ate or, cooled off, recording was finally underway. After a couple of takes, Alice interrupted to give some pointers.

“Look boys, I’m gonna be candid with you all. It sounds shit” Alice said into the mic. Ever since she had gotten more experience under belt, she became renowned for her no bullshit opinions. In turn, people valued her honestly and knew what she said was, more often than not, right.

“Yeah, boys let’s not sugarcoat it, we’re not exactly gelling as one” Keith commented, starting to become fed up with having to balance not only Mick Jaggers usual dramatics, but another egotistical lead guitarist in the mix.

“Okay, what do you think love?” Mick Taylor asked softly, trying to keep the peace before something erupted. He wasn’t wrong, the Stones, along with a quarter of Led Zeppelin, and a hot headed tech was a bit of a lethal cocktail. Fights often combusted quickly between the Stones and Alice, as all members were just as stubborn as each other.

“Well it sounds like there’s 5 Stones, and 25% Led Zeppelin playing. What I want, and what fans want to hear is The Stones featuring Jimmy Page. You five need to change your usual routine of recording for once and mix it up. And you” she looked to Jimmy “need to stop pretending you’re with the other boys. You both need to work with each others strengths and quit overcompensating. Stop pretending you’re something you’re not”

Everybody in the entire house probably could pick up that the last sentence was a direct jab to Jimmy. Another awkward silence passed, ultimately stemming from a staring contest between Alice and the famed guitarist.

“Oh my fucking god, kill me now” Mick muttered, pinching his nose, while Charlie just rolled his eyes and started drumming the start of the song. Eventually Keith started the riff with Mick Taylor,along with Bill and Charlie carrying the bass and percussion, and Mick Jagger singing the lyrics. Only when they reached the solo part, did Jimmy break eye contact with Alice and begin playing.

Finishing up recording, the boys all started to leave. Mick and Jimmy were the last to pack up their stuff, and an uncomfortable air fell over them. Obviously they both either had history, or were making history with Alice. Eventually Mick realised he should probably let the pair talk it out, so, as Jimmy toward the mod room door, Mick moved toward the hallway door.

“Alice, can we talk? Obviously things have become a bit strained between us, and I don’t want it to stay like this” Jimmy started softly. It was probably his choice of words that set Alice off, as immediately after his finished she whipped around from the sound board and kicked off.

“ 'Strained' Jimmy, are you serious?! Strained?! First of all, you didn’t even tell me you weren’t mixing the album with us, and then you just left after our night together. Then- don’t try to interrupt me James. Then, you barely even credit Tom for his songwriting tips on the album. You didn’t even mention me once, even whenever anyone brings up that Theremin part in ‘Whole Lotta Love’! You blush and go on to explain how it was your own fantastic brain that thought of it. The you had the audacity to diss Mystic studios in the papers! What was it you said again? Oh yeah, 'Mystic Studios was far from mystical and closer to meagre, and as a result, the workers were too.” Alice snarled, stream practically blowing out her ears.

“Okay, I agree that comment about Mystics’s capabilities was definitely wrong, I was extremely out of it in that interview- hell I even jibed Atlantic Records!” Jimmy was now getting frustrated too. Normally, no one put him in his place, or gave out to him.

“And then how cold you were about Tom!”

“Wait what happened with Tom?” Jimmy inquired, now serious.

“Oh my fucking god Jimmy” Alice shouted at him “you don’t even remember to you?” She said with a laugh. She searched his face, but all she saw was confusion in his light grey eyes.

“Tom had a fucking stroke last year. Peter told you, and don’t you dare deny it, as he told me he informed you all when I spoke to him on the phone. For Christ’s sake even Bonzo rang to see how he was doing! He didn’t even have my number, but he found it anyway! Robert and John joined the call after he finished speaking. When I asked for you, they said you were in a closet fucking a groupie!”

“Look Alice, I’m sorry, I don’t know what to sa-”

“I’m not surprised Jimmy, it’s a marvel you can play guitar at all, with having no fucking sense in your thick head”

“Stop being so fucking rude to me, you’re not perfect either! Don’t act so high and mighty! I know what went on in Geffen records! I’m mates with David Geffen” Jimmy was no shouting too. At the mention of David Geffen, Alice’s face immediately switched from red to a pale white.

“You do not know what happened between myself and David, if you did, you wouldn’t speak to him ever again” Alice spoke low and slowly, her face now white as a sheet.

Unbeknownst to the pair, all of the Stones were listening outside. When they heard Jimmy shouting about Geffen, Mick Taylor had enough and burst in. The rest of the boys tried to stop him, but he broke free.

“Jimmy, stop it. You don’t know anything about the Geffen incident. You don’t know Alice anymore. I suggest you leave her alone before I step in more. Al, let’s go, our driver is outside.” Mick stretched his hand out to Alice, her eyes now watery, trying to bite down her quivering lip.

Alice immediately joined Mick, and left without a second look to Jimmy.

Jimmy, now alone in the mod room, felt his gut twist with guilt. Had something bad happened with David Geffen and Alice? His mind wondered to Mick’s choice of words -‘incident’. He had heard rumours that were more damaging on David’s behalf, but being friendly with him, he thought he knew him better than all the tabloids and industry gossip.

Jimmy realised that both he and Alice had changed drastically in the last four years, how could he have expected everything to go back to how it was in the summer of ‘69? Now, they were even more distant than ever before.

Maybe they had missed their chance at eternity. Maybe the stars had uncrossed.

His heart nearly broke at the revelation.

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ok so chapter four !!!

I wanna write angst more often it’s my guilty pleasure

anyway, I think this is my favourite piece I’ve written 😌

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harringtonstudios · 4 years

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vegas run (III).

plot: it’s the annual las vegas run. let’s see what kinda trouble you get into this year!

A/N: i have finals coming up, but i will update as soon as i can! hope yall are enjoying this as much as i am :’)

masterlist! (part I). (part II).

Checking into the hotel rooms was easier than it had ever been. Slim and Dub had landed an hour earlier, and already gotten the two rooms settled, knowing that most of the night wasn’t spent in them anyway. All you guys did when you got back to the hotels was knock out on the closest bed and then wake up the next morning to do it all over again.

You threw your duffel bag in the corner of one of the rooms before booking it to the bathroom so you could pee before the festivities started. The plan was simple for today: hit up the first casino you saw, play until the wheels got a little blurry, and then take a break in the fresh air before moving onto the next.

The bright lights and constant flow of people in Vegas made the nights blend into one, and the only way you would know the actual time was if by some chance your phone hadn’t died yet. The Vegas Run was a gamble on itself and you found yourself ready to waste the week away with poker chips and margaritas.

Patting your face with some cold water, you took a look in the mirror. You looked good, hair loosely falling around your shoulders. The jean jacket you were wearing paired nicely with your black top and the ripped denim adorning your thighs.

Leaving the bathroom, you tied up the laces on your Converse before grabbing your mini-backpack from inside your duffel bag. It was extremely small, containing only your wallet and a phone charger. You’d somehow managed to wedge a water bottle in there, and you picked up a pair of fruit snacks that somehow had been dumped on the little desk in the hotel room before zipping it up completely.

“Good to go?” you asked, eyes moving around the room.

Slim was collapsed on one of the beds, legs hanging off the edge. He shot you a thumbs-up from under the baseball cap that covered his face as you laughed. Kells was sitting on the floor in between both beds and he got up at your question, moving towards the door.

“Alright,” you mumbled under your breath, smacking Slim’s leg to get him up as you followed out the door.

The switch to Vegas mode was automatic. Colson propped his hoodie up, hands rifling through his pockets as he pulled out his ID to get into the first casino you all spotted.

The rest of the boys followed suit, walk eased as they sauntered past the bouncers into the light up floors filled with the sounds of shuffling machines.

Baze had a tight grip on his girlfriend Ellie’s hand, pulling her along in as you closed up the back of the room, pulling out your own ID as the bouncer waved you past.

The room was loud, sounds filling the air around you as you followed the pack to the bar. Everyone grabbed a drink, and then scattered to the different games being held in the casino. You waited a second back, letting the drink settle in your mouth. Bringing your tongue to your teeth, you looked around trying to figure out which machine you wanted to try your luck with. Playing one of the bigger games wasn’t in your forte, you had a terrible poker face, and a lot of the people that lingered around the tables were naturals, ready to make any money they could.

Your eyes landed on the slot machines, empty in the corner. You had to convert your actual money to gold coins first, to ply into the machines, and you sighed realizing you were going to lose a lot more money tonight than you wanted to. Feeding the conversion machine a ten dollar bill, you grabbed one of the plastic cups sitting at the top of the machine, filling it with the gold coins that came pouring out.

Half an hour later, you were down to your last three coins. You’d gotten exactly one turn to land exactly on the same three pictures, gaining a net value of five dollars. Not that it made up for the fact that you’d been hiding out in this corner, jamming in coins and sipping on an empty drink. You’d been drinking the melted ice cubes at this point, the lemon wedge you’d been given with it sucked and sitting at the bottom of the cup.

You rationalized that you didn’t know what exactly you were hiding from, but your mind knew better. Colson had walked by exactly once, two girls plastered at his side. His arm wrapped around their waists, and you had immediately bit your tongue, leaving your mouth open as you had gone to tell him about your little win. It shouldn’t bother you. It didn’t bother you.

You went for another spin on the machine, pushing away all the thoughts as the screen started spinning. You needed another drink soon, and honestly it wouldn’t hurt to explore the casino a little. There were enough people in here that you would be easily able to find someone from the squad, and they wouldn’t leave without gathering everybody together anyways.

One more drink turned into three and then you were following a blonde into a corner, arm loosely wrapped around his, ice clinking in your glass. The bitter taste of lemon lingered in your mouth, and you thought you heard someone calling your name, but brushed it off, eager to do a little kissing tonight.

You didn’t really know who the blonde was, just that he had bought you the two other drinks and played with your fingers as you tapped them against the counter. There was the little part of you that knew why you chose to spend time with him, he’s got the same blue in his eyes, a tattoo peeking out from his shirt.

Another echo of your name went around the room, louder this time, and you looked up trying to find the culprit, eyes landing on none other than one Machine Gun Kelly. His arm was wrapped around a girl, but the other waved up at you, calling you over.

“Y/N! Over here,” he shouted again, and you shook your head a little, pausing your walk.

The blonde tugged at you, “He know you or something?”

“Yeah something,” you started as Colson bellowed out your name again. Rolling your eyes, you dropped the guy’s arm, muttering out a “sorry” as you walked towards the game table.

“You’re here! Watch me win,” Colson exclaimed, empty hand moving across the table to pick up the red dice. The girl at his side squealed as he started shaking, watching the board as you moved closer to the game master. Locking eyes with you, he grinned and threw you a wink before dropping the dice down.

“SEVEN!,” the woman standing next to you shouted, arms in the air and suddenly everyone around the table started yelling. The man sitting on your left grumbled, tossing in what seemed like a big stack of cash as you watched Colson jump off the stool, taking the rest of his drink down like a shot in victory.

You were pretty confused, but clapped nonetheless as the game master wiped the board, chips all gathered on one side again. There was another commotion, and then Kells was leaning across the table, arm stretching out towards you.

“Let’s go, next game,” he mumbled over the noise, and you let him pull you forward until you were flush with the wooden board, awkwardly feeling it dig into your front.

“Coming,” you muttered back, pulling your arm from his grip and apologizing to the game master who threw a dirty glare in your direction.

Two big poker games later, you were trailing behind Colson as he celebrated his victory for the third time that night. He had started stuffing the money he was making into your backpack, eagerly shoving it in as the prices of his win kept going up.

Every game, he would ask you to stand across from him, eyes meeting yours any time the dice ended up in his fists. It was fun, watching the energy build up as he worked towards another win, but it had gotten repetitive.

You weren’t even playing, just standing opposite him, often leaning on the table, or letting your eyes wander around trying to find the blonde you’d let go of earlier.

“You’re my good luck charm I swear,” came his voice rumbling as you stumbled behind him approaching the bar.

“I thought we were gonna play another game?” you asked as you moved back to your spot on the bar, leaning against the slightly sticky countertop, ignoring the way your chest tightened when he said those words.

Colson put his head down.

“Yeah, yeah. Need to get my head on straight or I’m gonna lose everything you’ve gotten me,” he mumbled out, fingers signaling the bartender back.

You waited for him to get his drink, catching the way his movements seemed a little slower than usual. There was no way of you actually knowing how much he had to drink already, but you knew from previous years that the minute he slowed down, he’d hit a limit.

“Do you- uh have a joint?” you asked, hoping that he’d say yes so you two could go get a breather outside.

“Do I have a joint? Who do you think I am Y/N,” he mocked back, one hand already going into his jacket.

“Can’t smoke in here,” you pointed out the obvious, your hand rushing to cover his, “outside?”

“Mhm,” he said, nodding before downing his drink.

You took your own vodka sprite, leading him out. You could feel his arm find its place around your shoulder and you relished in the comfort it gave you, warm and grounding as the lights around you started to spin. A few of the guys were lingering around and you smiled, seeing Ellie shout on as Baze spun one of the wheels.

Moving into the cool air, you sidestepped the bouncer pulling Colson alongside you. Purple fluorescent lights bounced off of the surfaces, illuminating the sidewalk beneath your feet. People were bustling around, cars honking as a group stood in the middle of the street, flash going off as they took a picture.

“Fuck we should’ve stayed inside,” Colson mumbled into your ear, bending down so you could hear him over the noise.

Just then, something went flying over your head, landing right by your feet. It was a bright orange flyer turned into a paper airplane, and you turned around to see the perpetrator but they were long gone, caught up in the hubble of people crossing the sidewalk. You stepped over it, taking a breath before looking around to see if there was a space to chill anywhere.

A second later, you felt a hand reach yours, fingers grabbing on tightly. Looking up at Colson, he grinned down at you before walking in front, leading you across the active streets. You could see cars approaching in the distance, panic building up in you as he mindlessly strolled the lanes.

Your first thought was to grind your heels but then you realized that both of you would just end up stranded in the middle of the road and that wasn’t ideal. Deciding to rush along forward, you passed Colson as his laugh echoed behind you.

“C'mon fucker,” you spat into the wind, fingers still clutching his as you dragged him forward this time around.

There was the beeping of a horn, and then a car went straight past the both of you as your feet hit the curb and you pulled him onto the sidewalk.

“Where’s your sense of adventure Y/N?” he asked, eyebrows raising as a glare covered your features.

“Standing in the middle of the street is NOT an adventure,” you ripped back, as he pulled up your joined hands to his face, turning them around.

“When’d you hold my hand?” he asked, face distorted in confusion.

“You held my hand,” you responded right back, knowing damn well he’d grabbed onto you first.

“Oh,” he nodded, dropping your hands back down but not letting go. You furrowed your brows but let it go, at least this way you two wouldn’t lose each other in some crowd.

After a minute of standing in silence at the edge of the sidewalk, you looked around, wondering why the two of you were stuck here.

“Why’d we cross the road?” you asked.

“The dudes,” he explained, making absolutely no sense as he slyly pointed to the edge of the sidewalk with a head tilt. Following his motion, you saw a group of guys sitting on the curb, smoke clouds surrounding them. You could see a bong being passed around, and you grimaced, not even wanting to see how dirty the water might be.

“I’m not smoking with them,” you clarified as he laughed.

“Lost my lighter, I was gonna ask for theirs,” he voiced before finishing out with, “if it’s cool with you?”

You nodded, happy with the idea of him asking for permission. He dropped your hand then, walking over to the little group and you wiped your palm on your jeans, hoping it wasn’t as sweaty as you were feeling under the red, emanating lights of the club doors.

Pulling out your phone, you glanced a look at the time. You still had half battery, and you sent out a quick text to the group chat, letting them know that you and Kells were taking a little bit of a breather outside, coincidentally leaving out the part about a joint. Slim got real upset when you wouldn’t include him in the smoke breaks during Vegas run, and you didn’t really want to share this with anyone else right now.

“Got it lit,” Colson mumbled behind you as you turned around. The joint was already in his mouth, orange glow at the end lighting up, and you reached up for it, taking it from his lips into yours.

Breathing in, you let the weed hit your lungs, feeling full. Blowing it out, you could already feel the lightheadedness and you smiled, knowing that in about five minutes, you’d be floating in space. Passing it back to him, you started walking again following the flow of the thinning crowd.

You knew he was following you, could tell by the faint smell of weed lingering around, but you reached back anyway, curious to see what would happen.

Cold fingers found yours, and you smiled at the familiar feeling of nerves building up in your stomach. This time around you were prepared for them.

You’d been walking for some time now, the joint often passed between the two of you, hands swinging occasionally. You’d passed two Elvis impersonators, a wedding chapel decked out in bright pink, and three dudes in mohawks ripping out skateboarding tricks right in the middle of the street. The last one peaked Colson’s interest and you both stood there for a few minutes, cheering on the guys as they landed a high jump.

You were a few blocks down and all of a sudden you both seemed to have stumbled into an impromptu concert. There was a little circle formed around, and you decided to check out what instrument was blasting out the music you could hear. Moving into the circle, you stepped closer until you saw the girl band. They had guitars and a smaller drum set propped up, a microphone placed as one of them stepped up and started singing again. They were covering some old song, and you moved to the beat, letting her voice shape up the melody.

Colson was right next to you, the last of the joint glowing as he held it in his mouth, swaying up and down to the beat. The song finished, claps filling up the air around you. Before you could say anything, Colson let go of your hand again.

Stomping out the burnt joint, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Moving to where there was a bucket set for collection, he dropped a couple of bills, before turning back to you and finding your hand in the dark again.

“That was awfully nice of you,” you snickered, finding happiness after the music filled up your veins.

“They were hard. Probably gonna take over the world someday” he mumbled, knocking your shoulder with his own.

You hummed in agreement, letting the crowd guide you to your next destination. Vegas was weird, but the exact type of weird you needed right now. Reality seemed so far away and you let yourself live in the moment, enjoying the feeling of being lost within the crowds with someone you cared about.

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thatnamelessbutler · 3 years

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(OoC: So, what's the AU thing about?)

((ooc: Okay so basically I got an idea form a song completely unrelated to the fandom and long story short, Bi n Bu are no longer able to escape from the Egg except through a very specific method, and then Karl comes back along and bippity boppity your body is now our property!

So, yeah. Body-swap AU except Karl kinda dies because to get the swap to work everyone's body had to die. Karl's gets healed afterwards through magical time shenanigans-

So Billiam and Rune(Bu's new name in this AU) wake up in the library, in our current DSMP present, in the weird body of this weird guy who's apparently a weird color-shapeshifter.(yeah, i'm going with the cryptid creature Karl for this one because. it's cool as heck and I never see this anywhere)

a little while after they wake up in the present, karl wakes up after being dormant because he literally died and it's like "HEY WAIT WHAT THE HECK YOU STOLE MY BODY" and everyone else goes "shit shit shit shit"

p.s if you're wondering where hubert is he's dead. the egg killed nearly everyone except billiam and butler because bi is its main caretaker and bu will never leave his side

(more under the cut please there's so much and i actually love this au so much)

Now I'm not a system but I imagine these four(yes, four; Billiam, Rune, Piam(Billiam's Piglin side), and Tune(Bu's Other) operate kind of like one. They have an innerworld and everything, they aren't just all constantly crammed into the front. That would get confusing, stressful and difficult to manage overall. Bu's usually the one fronting because no one else wants to; Billiam doesn't wanna do it because he doesn't wanna mingle with the "poor", Tune doesn't wanna do it because it always gets tripped up with literally everything about the body, it's not even dangerous enough to protect now, and Piam doesn't wanna do it because he's kind of scared of the Overworld someone that doesn't know how to be a Human Person

Oh yeah and I've also talked about all this and more with my bestie so here's a copy-paste of that conversation-

I think an encounter with Sapnap and/or Quackity would go terribly too, until they sit down and explain things as best they can wait no actually "So basically, we killed your fiancée so we could inhabit his body and escape from a really bad situation. sorry" Acid Sapanap would go feral and I can't even begin to conceive what extremely destructive thoughts Quackoty would start having Me MHM Sapnap probably pulls a sword on them and they automatically reach for their own before remembering "Oh shit, we don't have it. OH SHIT-" and then they just gotta r u n Butler's trying desperately to teleport but without a pearl, eeeeeh that's not gonna do anything buddy I'm not sure if Karl has armor in his inventory or not but either way they wouldn't have the time or coordination to equip it Acid they just immediately die it'd be so funny Me "NOT AGAIN, WE JUST GOT FREE- death" Now lets hope either Karl has some extra canon lives, or those lives Billiam bought carry over Acid PFFFFT, BILLIAM'S LIVES GET CARRIED WITH THEM AND IT'S JUST revives ok listen we don't gotta dies revives please let's just dies revives why do you do t dies revives this is just gonna last forever isn't it? dies rev- Me wheeze YEAH "GET OUT OF KARL'S BODY!" "We can't!! It's already been done!! dies" "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!?" "We are!!??" ohhh, bonus angst points if every time they die, Butler goes a little more dormant- Butler was only meant to have one life, he never got any Totems and his soul cannot take this in the way Billiam's can After about 15 deaths, Billiam gets Sapnap to stop for about five seconds, and in those five seconds he realizes that he can no longer hear or feel Butler Acid oh god Me If he manages to get far enough away and find someplace to hide(perhaps the library again), he dips into the headspace and finds Butler just gone. He looks around for a while and finds them far away from where they were, collapsed on the ground, flickering slightly, and entirely unresponsive. And no matter how much he tries, they just won't wake up, and their Ender half has disappeared completely. He can't do anything except wait for them. Acid fjsjdj oh my god imagine Billiam just goes feral after that he's like "what did you do to m y B u t l e r" and just jumps on Sapnap with his bare hands Me Oh absolutely, he will Murder Sapnap without a second thought and he doesn't care how many deaths he has to go through to do it even though dying more will make it take longer for butler to wake up, and then afterwards he'll be pacing around random areas stress-stimming intensely and waiting for his child to wake up Acid yeap Me Somehow he finds his way to Kinoko Kingdom and is like "oh, this looks like a good place for a walk" and then spends the entire time not actually looking at anything and drowned in anxiety

AND THEN THESE WERE LAST NIGHT'S THOUGHTS, SOMEHOW LATER ON THEY END UP AT SAPNAP'S PLACE CAUSE THEY TECHNICALLY DON'T HAVE A PLACE TO STAY Unless you count the library but I don't think that would be very comfortable-

Anyway, Rune was fronting when they fell asleep and then their chronic nightmares came back. Sapnap wakes up(or was he ever really sleeping?) to some almost animalistic gasping in the other room and runs in to find Karl Karl's body curled on the bed, barely humanoid and random flashes of color spiking over him in waves and clawlike hands digging into his head

So he tries to wake him up, and when he does Bu's first reaction is to scramble away in pure terror because he's not fully out of the nightmare yet, there are even tears running down his face that just get absorbed back into the mass of color. Sapnap tries to calm him down, and eventually succeeds enough to ask him what the hell happened, and who's fronting once he remembers that that is a thing-

Thing is, Bu's gone nonverbal, but hey at least Karl was some sort of shapeshifter so they can just shift blobs of color into the air to answer Sapnap's questions

He very quickly learns only to ask yes/no ones because he can't read Galactic which is the only thing Bu can respond in, but that whole night ends on a pretty good note :3

Acid IS KARL IN THE SYSTEM CANON? HE'D BE THE MAIN FRONTER IF IT IS I THINK Me After that nightmare Rune finds himself trusting Sapnap a little more but also not as able to front, he's just so tired of it. No one else wants to front, he always has to stay there and he never gets a break. At least before, Tune had control during the night and he got to rest some. Now his sleep schedule is just as abhorred as before and no one else even comes near the front. He tries as long as he can, for everyone else's sake, but after weeks of fronting alone he just can't anymore. So he finally leaves the front and just collapses face-first into idk a patch of grass in the innerworld or something, and he's so exhausted of being a person that he can't even think straight, He doesn't want consolation, he doesn't want promises, he doesn't even want cuddles he just wants someone else to take over for a bit. Me OOH MAYBE He wakes up and wanders around the innerworld figuring out what the heck is going on and wondering why he can't see the outside anymore and oh god is he dead, are they all dead maybe they're all dead and none of them know it, and then Rune comes out of front and practically begs to not have to be a person anymore, he tells Karl "please i just want a break, just go out there or get someone else to go out there for a while please" and, well, Karl takes a chance and goes out to front and holy shit is this the real world, holy shit are those his fiancées, holy s h i t Acid THAT'S THE BESR OUTCOME ACTUALLY Me YESSSSSSSSS MASQUERADE SYSTEM + KARL THE MAN HIMSELF JACOBS Acid YESSS Me Karl and Rune are now host and co-host, because. no one else wants to front Acid Karl tricking Billiam into fronting.mp4 Me GSHDFGBSGDHFBSF Rune and Karl lock him into front and Rune proceeds to lean against the nearest flat surface, slide down and then dissociate for the next couple/several hours Karl makes sure no one disturbs him, even if Tune and Piam are Very Worried about their exhausted Human hybrid Acid them taking care of Rune (affectionate)

Acid OK WAIT I WAS THINKING AND IN SYSTEMS PEOPLE USUALLY MANIFEST SO I WAS THINKING HOW THAT'D WORK IN THE MASQUERADE SYS AND I REALIZED THAT EVERYONE IN THERE IS TECHNICALLY DEAD IN A WAY WHAT IF THAT'S THIS AU'S LIMBO? ONE DAY WILBUR POPS UP AND COMMITS MULTIPLE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY Me HOLY SHIT OH SHIT EVERYONE THAT PERMA-DIES JUST ENDS UP AS AN ALTER IN KARL'S WEIRD COLOR-SHAPESHIFTING BODY XDDD You can always tell who's fronting by the colors, as long as you actually know them enough to know their colors- Acid Wilbur: hello Quackity, I am BAC- Karl: oh my GOD Wilbur shut the FUCK UP we understand it you're gay now please get out of front I have a date in 10 minutes Acid OOOOO YES Me Like Rune is purple/pink(mainly pink) gray-red/dark purple/orange/green eyes(right/right/left/left, respectively), and then he has some other colors sifting through, like a dark indigo-blue and a yellow the color of Endstone Tune is all of that but some of it is darker(the pinks/purples and Endstone color), some of it's the same(the eyes, except they have a light pink shine over them) and some of it is inverted. Clouds will waft around the body when it's fronting and whenever you look through the clouds you'll see the colors inverted Billiam is solidly pale pink except for his eyes(maroon) and his hands and feet(gold, with veins streaking out and tapering off at about the elbow) Piam is a slightly redder pink, with spots of a Netherrack color here and there, and his gold is more orangey, like there's fire reflecting off of it karl is just. karl. Of course he's got the signature swirls in bright violent and teal but other than that he's just a smorgasbord of color, usually bright and neon. When he's near/thinking about Sapnap and/or Quackity, little hearts start popping off him

#Relyn Records #infodump #ask to tag #i don't know if there are any systems following me but if i got anything wrong please tell me i do not want to slander your name-#anyway i may have accidentally made them a system found-family

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ethelphantom · 4 years

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white gold ring

Hey look it’s the second (and last) part of my Dickinette Valentine’s series as it’s day 14, White Day. It seems y’all are also getting more proposals. Have fun!

Ao3 | First part

This is Maribat -- Don’t like; Don’t read

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“Do you think she’s going to say yes? No, scratch that, do you think she’s gonna break up with me after this because I’m doing something she isn’t ready for yet?” Dick asked, fiddling with the small box in his hands. He didn’t really know what to do with his hands, so this had to do.

Kori groaned and shook her head, feeling the slightest disappointment in his friend. “Dick. Try to be real. She would literally never break up with you unless you deeply hurt her — which I'm sure won't happen — if she has any say in the matter, and if she’s not ready, then she’ll tell you and you’ll keep your relationship as ‘dating’ until she is ready,” she sighed and patted Dick’s head. “Now go out there and do it already — you don’t have all day if you want the rest of us to do what you asked us to.”

Dick smiled sheepishly and shrugged as she pushed him closer to where Marinette was animatedly talking with Kagami. Kagami had a soft smile on her face as she watched Marinette excitedly talk about something. It was rather adorable. Dick wiped his hands on his pants (Alfred would be so disappointed and took a deep breath. As he exhaled again, he lifted his gaze back from the floor to his girlfriend and walked towards her with determination in his demeanour. He did look back once but continued on when Kori glared at him and pointed sharply at Marinette.

God.

Why did this have to be so difficult?

Why did Dick have to be so difficult?

Once he was out of hearing range and they were sure he wouldn’t look back anymore, Adrien and Roy appeared beside Kori. Roy laughed, clearly aware of the irony of the situation.

“It feels like I’ve done this exact thing before too, just with Marinette when she confessed. Seriously. How is neither of them able to just do the things when they’re both so confident otherwise? They know the other would never hate them or do anything to hurt them, this doesn’t need to be so difficult,” she said grumbling and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I love them both but this is just ridiculous.”

Adrien snorted. “I’m not really surprised about Marinette. She’s confident as long as it’s not about her relationships with other people. Considering what happened with Alya, it’s actually rather understandable.”

“You’re, unfortunately, right about that. If I ever get Alya or Lila in my hands…”

“Yeah, we get it, Kori. You want to get Mari justice.”

Kori just deadpanned. “Would you stop me?”

“Nope, never. I would help.”

“He had some kind of a brilliant plan and reason why today, though, right?” Roy asked, arching a brow.

“Yeah, he does. He refused to elaborate on it though.”

“Do you think he’s going to—”

“Yeah, he is. Would you please make sure he—”

“On it, Kori.”

Adrien snickered. “Consider it done.”

With a sigh and a smile, Kori watched Roy and Adrien going after Dick, Roy turning around for a second to give her a thumbs up and a wink while Adrien made a beeline for Kagami.

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“Hiya Teacup! And Miss Riposte, could I steal my girlfriend for a second?” Dick asked when he reached the two young women, giving them a quick salute. Marinette turned to look at him and gave him a bright smile as she fell into his opened arms for a hug. Dick squeezed her and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Her hair smelled like cherries and vanilla. The warmth of her body in the slightly cold breeze was a good reminder of just how lucky he was to have her, to have her have chosen him.

“It seems to me you already stole her away, Boy Wonder. For longer than a second, too,” Kagami said, only the faintest smile visible on her face anymore. Dick gulped, knowing she knew what he was planning, afraid that she thought it was a bad idea or anything like that. He wouldn’t back away though, he’d spent far too long trying to convince himself to do it.

Marinette detached herself from Dick and booped Kagami on the nose. “Hah, as though you mind, Yù Jiě,” she said with a laugh, making the corners of Kagami’s lips quirk upwards.

Dick was happy Marinette had such great friends but the chilling steel of Kagami’s eyes when she had looked at him was, well, it had him shiver — Clark was nothing compared to Kagami even if he was sometimes called the man of steel. Nope. It was enough to make him reconsider all of his plans for today and his life choices, consider just ignoring the burn of the small box in his pocket, knowing it would take him an irritatingly long while to muster the willpower to do this again.

Yeah, how about no, Kori and Roy would kill him after having spent so long trying to hype him up.

And then, thank all things holy and sacred, his saviour arrived at the spot, spitting off some bullshit about needing Kagami’s help with fencing techniques like, right now, and definitely not later because later would be too late. Adrien made a little chit chat with Marinette too and told her he wanted to test the new men’s wear line she’d designed a little earlier as soon as she was finished with them, which let Roy sneak up on them from behind and give Dick a light punch on the arm. While Marinette was distracted, he listed off some of the reasons Dick himself had mentioned when talking about why he should do this and then told him to ‘just get his shit together and do it already’, and ‘no, Kagami doesn't disapprove, she’s just worried for the both of you’.

It helped.

As soon as Marinette or Kagami looked like they were ready to turn their attention back to him, Roy slipped away and gave him one last thumbs up and a look that seemed to say “you’re gonna do fine if you just fucking do it.”

Typical.

Yeah, he was totally thankful for his friends, even if they were assholes sometimes.

Kagami agreed to leave with Adrien, walking to the opposite direction from Roy, and once Marinette’s back was turned to them, she made the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Dick. He was certain she was being serious about it, too.

“Mind if we take a short walk?” he asked Marinette, trying to ignore the burn of all the eyes on them that Marinette wasn’t even aware of. Marinette smiled and grabbed the arm he was offering for her. They walked for a while, talking about any and all things trivial. Slowly, they approached the place he’d decided was the perfect place, and his nerves were all suddenly telling him to just stop and run away as fast as he could. Suppressing that thought, he led Marinette to the centre of the square.

There, on the right, he could see a flow of long, bright red hair that faded to orange behind a corner and both Roy and Jason trying to be very subtle and nonchalant about following them. Both Kagami and Adrien were just leaning against a tree and having a conversation, though it was obvious to him that both were sneaking glances at them every now and then. A mob of blue and black hair walked past them, smiling. He was the only one of them with any actual idea of what subtle meant, it seemed, as he lifted the camera in his hands a little bit before simply walking away.

So while he was glad all of them were there and he’d literally told them to get their butts over to make sure he’d have pictures of this and his friends as support, it was still nerve-wracking.

What had he gotten himself in to?

When he stopped walking, Marinette let go of his arm and turned to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips even as it was clear she was trying to hide her own confusion and nervousness from him. It was appreciated, even if he could easily see it from her. Over the years, he’d grown fluent in speaking Marinette and her body language, and they both knew it. She knew how to read him (sometimes uncomfortably) well. It was nice to know that someone would understand him beyond his actions even if his words failed him sometimes and he ended up putting up a show.

“Uh. I.” Such an eloquent start, Dick. Congratulations. “So, you remember how two years back you confessed to me on Valentine’s Day in this place and gave me chocolate cereal? It was very sweet and thoughtful of you, by the way.”

Mari nodded slowly at him, clearly confused about what was going on. She gave him a small smile nonetheless, most likely as a response to the latter half of his words.

Once he got the confirmation, he continued speaking. “Well. So, I forgot White Day back then, didn’t even think about getting you a gift in return like I feel like I should have, but I’ve got you one now. A gift of higher value times eternity, or so I hope, because you deserve that much and even more,” he said, pulled out the box from his pocket and made a show of doing a flip that ended with him on one knee on the ground. He opened the box to show her what it contained, biting his lip.

He was almost sure he could hear Kori groan because of the flip he’d done.

Marinette gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. There were tears swelling in her eyes, but the crinkles around the eyes told him she was smiling. She breathed heavily as the tears started falling down before she threw herself in his arms. Dick caught her effortlessly, stood back up and twirled around with Marinette in his tight embrace. Then he settled her back on the ground and slipped the ring around her finger. He’d tried his best at choosing one she would love — there were two jewels on the white gold ring, a ruby and an aquamarine, both with double halos decorated with small diamonds. It wasn’t the best quality ring as he refused to let Bruce pay for it, but Bruce had managed to convince him to take a part of his birthday gift (a couple of hundreds of bucks) early as it was in 6 days anyway.

After that, he just held her in his arms, pressing his face in her hair and inhaling her smell. It was nice and comfortable. Both of them were ecstatic about things going so well, both of them enjoyed physical contact, especially when it came from one another. It was like they were the only two people in the world. It was perfect — the moment couldn’t have been better.

No, except their nosy friends were suddenly interrupting it right then and there, breaking the spell. The irritated hiss from Kori, most likely, directed at Roy who lying on the ground and wasn’t this situation a little too familiar? had them both sigh and they turned around to look at their friends, all of them there. Wally had come this time, nearly looking more excited than Dick felt. Even Barbara was there with a camera in her hands now, shaking her head, along with Tim who was… wait, was he seriously standing on the rooftop with no safety measures just to get pictures of them?

God. This was not what he asked them to do. His little brothers were totally going to be the reason he went grey early. As if it wasn’t enough that Jason went skydiving with Roy and Kori a little too often and Damian loved big and dangerous animals, as well as poisonous flowers. Like, the botanical garden he’d insisted on having at the manor consisted of only poisonous flowers. He also seemed to enjoy creating antivenoms against his snakes and then tested them on himself. Well, at least Tim was only photographing them right now instead of trying to do pyrotechnics and give them a whole fireworks show. That would not even have been too surprising, just plain worrying, because where did he get them this time?

Kagami had her head buried in Adrien’s shoulder, looking like she was simply done with all of them. Jason, well. They weren’t too sure what Jason was doing, and Dick wasn’t too sure he wanted to know what the Little Wing was on about. He was glad they were there though, all except for Luka. Why wasn't he present, though?

Yeah, that ‘why’ they would figure out later on.

“Well, good to see you managed to actually propose properly, and that you actually said yes instead of panicking and telling him the opposite. Nette-chan, Adrien, Luka and I booked you two a cruise of three nights, starting the day after tomorrow. Yes, we made sure to clear both your schedules. Have fun. I think the rest of us are going now,” she stated with a deadpan voice and looked at Kori before motioning at Roy. “I said, we’re going now. Do you have hearing problems?”

The last bit was clearly aimed at Roy who had, contrary to popular belief, better hearing than an average human. All of them knew it. Roy literally hurried and almost tripped over his own legs trying to get up, which was understandable because Kagami was on par with Marinette, Kori and Babs being scary when they wanted to and when they were determined or decided about something.

Marinette let out an amused laugh. “God, hasn’t like, nearly all of this happened already? On the day I confessed if I recall correctly. Either we’re too excellent at repeating history or you had all of this planned to a T to go the same way, and I’m not sure which option is more amusing.”

Dick laughed along with her, agreeing wholeheartedly. Indeed, they were far too excellent at repeating history.

Later, when Marinette and Dick entered the home they had shared for a while now, they noticed a small, white envelope with a blue rose seal taped on their door. Marinette took it in her hands and opened it as Dick let them inside and closed the door behind them. Her face heated up and went crimson which had Dick concerned. He took the envelope and what it contained out of her hands and understood immediately what that had been about. The envelope was full of polaroids, of the moment Dick proposed, the moment Marinette said yes, the moment he spun them around… And of course, there was one with the moment captured when they turned their attention to their friends with the winking and the grinning face of Luka in the lower right corner. Behind the picture, there was a short message from him.

Thanks for not noticing me when I was taking the pictures, it made them a lot more genuine. Have fun at the cruise with your fiancé(e). Don’t forget protection! Be glad he asked me to get the pictures because this way they’re probably going the closest reminder of what the moments felt like to you later on aside from your rings and your beloved.

Love, Luka

P.S. you both need to figure out how to notice me when I’m around, especially since you both are otherwise good at noticing all the small things happening near.

The polaroids, both these and the ones Luka had taken years ago, weere showed at their wedding reception half a year later along with those Tim and Barbara had taken, and then they decorated their walls for the next few decades.

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tastingmellow · 4 years

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Sweet Thing

A/N: I kid you not I’ve been writing like non stop because this is genuinely the only thing that helps me unwind from work. Enjoy!

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Summary: You don’t like hood dudes...but Erik’s an exception

Warnings: Language. FLUFF!

Word Count: I have no clue....SIKE, it’s 1.6k...I lied. I don’t know the count. I’m sorry 😔

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Steven was not what you had in mind when it came to dating. He was mean, sold drugs, barely cared for anyone’s existence minus his own, and he ran through chicks like they were fucking laps. So, when it came to your attention that he was tryna pull you, you immediately shut it down. You weren’t tryna be another notch his belt, not did you want to deal with the females that were still obsessing over him even after he left them high and dry.

Anytime he was around you, you made it a point to not have a conversation with him. If you couldn’t avoid him and HAD to talk to him you kept your answers short. You basically set a ban on being around Erik in your family, to which your little sister did not adhere to. Which is why you found yourself here, walking towards Erik surrounded by a group of kids.

As you neared them the chatter amongst him and the kids became more clear. He was talking to them about how important school was. “Listen, little man. I know you don’t like doing your homework but what do you think is gonna happen when you don’t do it?” The boy he was talking to shrugged and Erik chuckled. “You’re not gonna get any girls. Girls don’t like lazy dummies. Ain’t that right, ladies?” The little girls around him hummed in agreement. “See?” The boy nodded and ran back to his mom, a few dollars in his hands.

“Melanie!” You called out and your sister ran to you, wrapping her arms around your legs in a tight hug. You smiled softly and rubbed her back as she looked up at you. “How was school?” You spoke and she grimaced, a pout on her lips. “It was okay, they didn’t have pizza boats for lunch though.” You laughed to yourself and grabbed her hand. “Well, I just went to the store. When we get in the house you start on your homework and I’ll whip up a pizza boat for you. Sound good?” Your sister squealed excitedly, nodding her head as she bounced beside you.

“Aye, Y/N!” You turned around, regretting it immediately. You groaned, rolling your eyes as Erik waves bye to the kids and jogged his way over to you. You pulled Melanie closer to your side as he got closer. “Hey, Y/N. Mel, You look pretty today.” Erik spoke and your sister giggled, hiding her face in your leg as she mumbled out a shy “Thank you.” Erik’s smiles brightly while his eyes traveled up to meet yours. “So, do you, Y/N.”

You nodded curtly. “Thanks, Erik. That’s all you wanted?” Erik chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets while shaking his head. “Oh, nah! I wanted to know if I could...take you out sometime? Tomorrow night if you’re free?” He bit his lip, never breaking eye contact. You rolled your eyes, causing Erik to chuckle. “Erik...” he cut you off and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Come on, let me take you out once! Just one time. And if you hate it, I’ll never bother you again. Give a nigga a shot, at least.” He joked and you looked at him, tilting your head. Your little sister looked between the two of you before deciding for you. “She’ll be ready by 7!” She exclaimed and you looked down at her, eyes wide. Erik licked his lips and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, at 7.” He winked as he backed away before turning and jogging back to his car.

You looked down at Melanie. “Really?” She shrugged and pulled you along. “You were taking too long, plus you were gonna way yes anyway.” You laughed softly. “You know what, just for that. You only get one pizza boat.”

“Nooooooo!”

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Safe to say your date went a lot better than you thought. He took you to the beach and the two of you had a picnic. You talked, laughed, it was amazing. He talked about his family, his father especially. You got to see a side of Erik not many people do. He was vulnerable, open, and he seemed to be okay with it.

From then on, you and him became closer. He would walk your little sister home from the bus stop. He’d stand on the porch, talk to you and your grandmother. He would sometimes stay for dinner, if he couldn’t he’d promise to come back Sunday and have dinner. He never left without kissing your cheek, hugging your grandmother and fist bumping your sister.

Your grandmother immediately loved him. Which is surprising, considering her distaste for the gangbangers and dealers around the neighborhood. However, in her words, “He doesn’t do it for power, he does it to help.” Your little sister LOVED Erik. There wouldn’t be a day that went by where she didn’t ask to talk to Erik on the phone.

He adored her just as much though, always having something for her when she got off the bus. Most of the time it was chocolate, except her birthday he gave her a bracelet with her name engraved in it. She never took it off.

Your love for Erik grew with each passing day, slowly but surely. He would do little things for you. If you offhandedly mentioned you needed to go grocery shopping he’ll be there the next day, ready to go shopping with you. He always paid for everything. If you were out together and he noticed you getting grumpy he’d make a detour to your favorite food spot. Your mood always improved.

Sometimes you’d catch Erik staring, like when you were riding in Convertible, the wind blowing through your tresses ever so freely. He would stare and you scold him. “Keep your eyes on the road.”

Today, however, was one of the few days where neither you nor Erik were busy. You both had the day to yourself, your sister and grandmother had went out for the day and Erik didn’t have to oversee anything so the both of you laid on the hood his car, intertwined in one another.

His fingers lightly glided over your bare arms as the two of you looked out over the sunset. Erik had picked you up and taken you to a secluded hill. He had a pension for taking you out on picnics, knowing you loved simple and thoughtful dates. He brought a blanket, some pizza, snacks, his tablet so y’all could watch movies and himself, of course.

You waited on the movies, noting that the sun was going down so Erik grabbed the blanket, laid on the good of the car, and allowed you to snuggle against him. His windows were, Ari Lennox and SiR softly playing through the speakers. Erik felt whole, like he had all he needed. He had his fair share of females, some good, some bad, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you weren’t the type to accept a quick fuck and he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind working his ass off to get you, and he sure as hell won’t mind working his off to keep you.

He brought out of thoughts when he felt your lips pressing against his cheek. He grinned, his golden grills gleaming in the orange-red hue of the sky. You looked up at him. “What’s on your mind, E?” He shrugged, looking down at you and licking his lips, “Just this woman I know. I think I really like her.” You giggled softly and sat up on your elbow. “Oh, yeah, what’s she like?”

Erik jokingly clutched his heart, seriously swooning over the thought of you. “She’s so beautiful. She’s powerful in any and all aspects of everything. She has the plumpest, softest lips I’ve ever kissed. Her spirit and soul are so beautiful and pure sometimes I don’t think I deserve her. Whenever my eyes meet gets it’s like...everything bad that’s ever happened to me goes away, forgotten. When she smiles it’s the type of smile to rival the sun because it’s so bright. She’s my all and I’m hoping I can make her mine soon. I don’t know what I’d do if I can’t have her, probably curl up in my bed and never leave.” He laughed softly, his words sincere. He meant it all and he hopes you knew.

“Wow...” you blinked at him, swallowing back the lump in your throat. He was so honest and sweet it almost had you sobbing. You gave him a watery laugh as a few tears slipped out. “She sounds really lucky. And I’m sure she’s the one that thinks she doesn’t deserve you. You’re so much more than I thought you’d be. You’re caring and you’re dedicated. You’re so...radical and passionate about everything. Your jokes and little pick up lines are honestly one of the things I look forward to every day. Your smile makes me melt because it’s always real, always reaches your eyes. Your laugh is the most wonderful sound I’ve heard. And I really hope she is me because I’d be a fool not to love you.”

Erik smiled and pulled you close, kissing your lips passionately. His hands tangled in your curls as your hands grabbed his face. He grunted softly, pushing his body against yours as one of his hands moved to pull your body closer. Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your tongues dancing with one another before you pulled away, lips swollen and breathing becoming rapid. You grinned at him and he kissed your nose. “You’re all mine. So, I got you something to let these niggas know who you belong to.” You couldn’t help but giggle.

Erik pecked you’re lips, climbing off the hood of the car and going inside, opening the dash before pulling out a golden box and handing it to you. You looked at it curiously before he nudged you softly. “Open it, baby.” You bit your lip, slowly taking off the lid. The shining gold and diamonds made you gasp. It was Erik’s infamous chain. He wore it a lot when he was younger but soon put it up, kind of as a reminder of who he was. And here he was, giving it to you.

It was a golden, diamond encrusted chain with a diamond encrusted knife hanging from it. The tip of the chain was covered in rubies to represent blood. From afar it look extra but up close, it was gorgeous. You looked up at him, eyes wide. He gently kissed your lips. “It’s yours, just don’t break my heart.” You chuckled and gently took it from the cushion it was laying on. You studied it before holding it towards him. “Put it on me...” you asked and turned around.

Once he clasped it around your neck you looked down, lightly touching it as it sat comfortably on your bosom. You bit your lip and looked up at Erik, his eyes resting on the chain...or maybe it was your boobs, who knows. “You look good. I think you’d look better wearing nothing but that chain though.” He grinned at you and you laughed, pulling him into another heated kiss as the sun had finally set.

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You waited at your sister’s bus stop, scrolling through your phone. Erik had went to the actual bus stop to pick her while you waited. Melanie hadn’t seen him in a while and you wanted her to be surprised so you said that you’d let him pick her up, he absolutely did not bounce with excitement.

A presence beside you made you look up, a smile on your face as you assumed it was Erik. It immediately dropped seeing a light skin kid, no older than 21, for sure, grinning down at you. You winced at the cheap grill he had in his mouth, wondering how he was keeping a straight face. “Can I help you, hon?” You replied politely and he licked his lips while you resisted the urge to roll your window up and continue about your business.

“What you doing out here all alone, ma?” He tried his hardest to make his voice deeper and it was painfully obvious. You chuckled to yourself, shielding your eyes from the sun, “Waiting on my man and my sister. I think you should go, they’ll be back any second.” He chuckled and leaned closer while you leaned back. “I’ll leave...when I get your number.”

You tilted your head and laughed, “Listen, kid. I’m not giving you my number and your barking up the wrong tree. My man don’t respond too kindly to niggas pushing up on his girl so run along.” The boy scoffed. “Baby, I’ll beat the fuck out ya man and steal you from him. It ain’t shit to me.” He reached to grab your arm and you immediately stepped back, smacking his hand away.

“Don’t be like that, girl. Come on.” He reached to grab your waist and you punched him in the chest, he wheezed, holding the spot. “What the fuck...” he gasped out and before you could open your mouth you saw Erik making his way towards you with Melanie. You smiled and walked around the boy, allowing Melanie to run into your arms. You giggled and held her close, kissing her cheek. “Erik brought me a Kit Kat!”

You gave Erik a disapproving and he shrugged before averting his attention to the wheezing boy on the ground. You caught his gaze and sighed, “I thought you told your lackeys who I was.” You raised an eyebrow as you helped Melanie into the car, not shutting the door yet because you didn’t want her to over heat.

“I did. Don’t look at me like that, baby. The only person I didn’t tell personally was...that dude Zo or some shit.” You nodded and grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt, making him sit up straight. “Aye, man! Don’t touch me like th—“ Zoo’s eyes landed on the chain around your neck, immediately recognizing it. “Shit.”

“‘Shit’ is right nigga, what the fuck do you think you doing pushing up on my girl?” Erik flinched as you smacked his chest, gesturing to Melanie who was to busy playing a game in your phone to be listening. “I didn’t know this was her! Nobody showed me a picture!”

“You see this big” he paused you put headphones on Melanie and kiss her head. “Ass chain on her neck and you need a fucking picture!” You looked at Erik as he pointed at the chain, hand dangerously close to your breasts. Zo shook his head, stumbling over his words. “You know what...don’t let this shit happen again. Or I swear I’ll let her use you for target practice.” Erik spoke and Zo nodded, scurrying off.

You looked at Erik’s hand, noting that it was still close to your breasts. “Move your hand, baby.” You spoke softly and Erik licked his lip before moving his hand to fully grip your titty. You laughed, throwing your head back as he pulled you close and sucked at your neck. “You too fine not to touch, pretty girl. Stop playing wit me.” You laughed your hands on your shoulders. Erik went to give you a kiss before stopping, feeling a small yet slightly painful sting to the back of his thigh. “Stop groping my sister, pervert!” Your sister yelled out.

You laughed harder, pushing Erik and moving to get in the car. “Yeah, perv! You tell him, Mel.” You sister hummed triumphantly as she closed her door and as did you. Erik looked up at the sky, taking in a deep breath before grinning. “You had to give me two handfuls?” He licked his lips again before getting int he car, starting it, and pulling off with his favorite girls.

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A/N: Did ya like it? I hope you did! Excuse my mistakes! Comment and reblog! Love you guys sooooo much, thank you for all the lovely support.

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years

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Across Time and Space (Chapter 4)

Summary: Sequel to I’ll Take Her Place. Slav is showing off a piece of experimental equipment, when it malfunctions and blasts Katie and Keithir to another universe. At the same time, it drags Pidge and Keith over into theirs, effectively swapping places. With their fate resting in the hands of Slav, will they be able to get back home? Or are they stuck to live the rest of their lives in the wrong universe?

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net under the username “kishirokitsune”.

There will not be a chapter next week (April 19), since I'm taking a week off to focus solely on my short fics for Kidgeweek. So watch out for the next update on April 26!

Chapter 4

ALTEA – CASTLE OF LIONS

Yorak listened from the door with wide eyes as Shiro and Allura talked. His furred ears twitched slightly, straining to pick up on their words and his tufted tail curled around one leg as his worry spiked.

He knew eavesdropping was bad, but he only wanted to say “hello” and ask if they would play hide-and-seek with him and Uncle Matt, and then he heard them talk about Mom and Dad and how they were gone...!

But weren't they supposed to be gone? They told him they were going on boring adult vacation and he was going to stay with Uncle Matt, grandpa, grandpa, and pawpaw to have a fun vacation! So why were Shiro and Allura talking about it like it was a bad thing? Did something bad happen?

Yorak swallowed the whine that started to build in his throat and rubbed his eyes, trying his best not to cry. He shuffled closer to the door to try and better hear what they were talking about.

“...have to tell him. He's with Matt today, so if we go tell the others first and give them time for the news to sink in, they'll be better prepared for any questions Yorak has,” Shiro said.

Allura sighed heavily. “I know you're right. I just wish we didn't have to. He's not even five yet! How are we supposed to tell him that his parents vanished and we aren't sure where they went or how to get them back?!”

Tears spilled over as Yorak backed away from the door, no longer interested in what Shiro and Allura were saying.

Mom and Dad were gone?

But that wasn't right.

They couldn't be.

Yorak wrapped his arms around himself and sniffled. They were wrong. His parents weren't missing and he would prove it.

He raced through the halls, paying no attention to the Alteans he passed by. They were familiar with his boisterous antics anyway and were hardly fazed by the sight of him running. He didn't stop until he was standing in front of his parents' door, panting from exertion. Yorak stood on tiptoe to reach the keypad and hit the buttons in order just like he'd been shown and the door soundlessly slid open.

“Mom?” Yorak called out as he stepped inside. “Dad?” His eyes landed on two people in the room, who stared back at him in surprise, and for a moment there was only silence.

And then Yorak's vision swam as tears filled his eyes. He sniffled as the truth set in; his parents really weren't there. An ugly sob broke free and he started crying in earnest, too overwhelmed to know what else to do.

Pidge and Keith exchanged a startled glance. They'd been quietly reviewing what they learned from Shiro and Allura and trying to come up with their own plans for getting home, when the door opened and presented a whole new unexpected dilemma.

Hearing that she and Keith were married was as much of a surprise as seeing that he had a Galra form. And while Shiro and Allura hadn't said much more about the lives of “Katie” and “Keithir”, Pidge had put together her own assessment of them after looking at all of the photographs and shared them with Keith. Some he'd figure out on his own – like the fact that the Galra cub who appeared in later pictures was their son.

The same Galra cub who was sobbing in front of them.

Pidge had no idea what to do. Should she try to comfort him? Or go find someone who knew him? It didn't seem right to leave him alone when he was so obviously distressed, but--

Keith was already moving. He knelt in front of the cub and reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. The cub responded by sobbing louder and latching onto Keith.

“Shh, it's alright,” Keith whispered reassuringly.

Pidge moved a little closer, watching in amazement as Keith slowly calmed him down. After a few minutes of soothing words, the cub pulled back and rubbed his eyes, only to freeze again when he got a good look at Keith.

“D-dad?” His lower lip wobbled and for a moment, Pidge thought he might break down again. Violet irises set against gold sclera turned to her next. “Mom? But... but you're so little...”

“We're not exactly...” Pidge faltered, unsure of how to tell him.

“Where's Mom and Dad?” demanded the cub, standing up straighter. “What did you do to them? I want them back!”

“We swapped places with them,” Keith explained, keeping his tone calm. (A feat Pidge admired him for, considering the current level of frustration she felt had her teetering on the edge of panic.) “We don't know how yet, but Shiro and Allura have some very smart people working on a way to fix things. And where we came from, I'm sure your mom and dad are looking for a way to get back to you.”

Pidge took a deep breath and knelt down next to Keith. “I'm going to help too. I won't give up until you have your parents back, I promise.”

The cub gazed at them for a long moment and then nodded. “'kay...” He shuffled his feat, ears twitching as he thought hard about something. “You look like them.”

“We're kind of them, but younger,” Pidge said. “I'm Pidge and he's Keith.”

“I'm Yorak.”

At last, a name to go with the face.

Yorak looked much more hopeful, if still (understandably) upset. “You're really gonna help?”

Pidge nodded. “Absolutely.”

That was enough for Yorak, who sniffled and rubbed his eyes, composing himself as much as a four-year-old could before leaving without another word. Pidge and Keith sat in silence for a long while, until Keith stood up.

“How did you know what to do? With Yorak?” Pidge asked as she stood as well, stretching out her legs to alleviate the cramped feeling.

Keith shrugged. “I just thought of what my dad would do. The rest was just, I dunno, instinct or something. Kolivan...” He paused to get his thoughts in order. “Kolivan says that's what my gut feelings are. It's Galra instinct.”

“I'm glad. I was so busy thinking about what I should do, that all I could do was stand there, overthinking things like always.”

“Better than being reckless and impulsive,” Keith muttered bitterly, turning his back to her as he walked to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, signaling the end of that conversation.

Pidge couldn't help but stare after him in wonder. What was that about?

ORBITING OLKARION – CASTLE OF LIONS

Katie happily sighed as she curled into Keithir, content for the first time since waking in the unfamiliar reality. If not for the fact that her stomach had finally settled and was beginning to grumble, she would have happily stayed in bed with him for a while longer.

“Think they'd be mad if we sneak out to the kitchen?” she asked sleepily.

“They never said we couldn't,” Keithir murmured. “Want me to go so you can rest, or do you want to go too?”

Katie reluctantly extricated herself from his arms and shook her head. “No, I'll go too. They might ask us to stay in place after this, so I may as well walk around while we still can. I also want to see if Hunk's there. I bet he'd answer some of the questions we have.”

Keithir nodded in agreement and a few doboshes later the pair made their way down the too-quiet hall, thankful that the layout of the Castle of Lions was the same. They arrived unhindered and found Hunk and Lance hanging out in the kitchen. Hunk was busy baking, while Lance played the part of the taste-tester.

It was such a familiar sight, that Katie found herself smiling at the two of them, any trace of apprehension gone.

Hunk noticed them first. “You're here! Wait, are you supposed to be here?”

Keithir answered him the same way he answered Katie earlier. “No one ever said we couldn't.”

“Oh, um, yeah. No, I guess we didn't.” Hunk looked from them to the food and then back again. “So are you guys hungry?”

“I don't recommend the food goo,” Lance spoke up, gesturing for them to join him on the bar stools.

Katie looked a little green. “Yeah, I think I'll pass on that for now. Have anything peanut butter flavored?”

Hunk shook his head. “I haven't managed that yet. What I do have is a bowl of berries that taste kind of like bubblegum, but also kind of not? I think it's just the texture that throws it off and makes it weird. Oh! I have bread!” He excitedly pointed to a loaf that was bright yellow in color with specks of red and orange. “I've been thinking about making a jam to go with it, but I haven't found the right fruit yet. Lance threatened to throw the berries out of an airlock when I tried to use them.”

Katie and Keithir settled in next to Lance and listened to Hunk ramble on about his ideas for meals. Lance pushed a bowl of what resembled oatmeal toward them, along with a plate of what Katie recognized as quetzlflakes.

Figuring it was the best of the (clearly experimental) food available, Katie spooned out some for herself and then passed it off to her husband.

“Is it safe?” Keithir wondered out loud.

“Well Lance is still alive. Seems safe to me,” Katie said jokingly.

“Ha ha,” Lance said dryly, rolling his eyes. “Maybe next time I'll let you taste before I do.” There was a pause and then he grinned at them. “Things really aren't so different, are they? I mean, I know this whole war is different for you, but all of us are the same, right?”

Katie took a bite of food and took a moment to chew and swallow before answering. “Everyone seems mostly the same. You and Hunk are just as inseparable in our reality.”

Keithir chuckled, but otherwise kept his amusement at her statement hidden.

Hunk perked up at the topic. “Will you tell us about them? Or anything about your reality? You took all that time to listen to us – well, Allura – fill you in on the basics of ours, but all we really know is that the two of you are married.”

Katie figured it couldn't hurt. It wasn't like they were dealing with time travel, where they'd have to be careful about what they revealed. Still, she figured she'd start small.

“Well, Coran has recently taken it upon himself to expand his knowledge of courtship in different planets we're allied with. They're highly entertaining to read and I think he inspired Shiro to write his own on what to expect while courting an Altean,” Katie told them.

Lance and Hunk listened raptly as Katie talked about whatever silly thing she could think of. And while she'd initially hoped to gather more information for herself, bonding with the younger versions of her friends felt more important.

That was how they spent the rest of their evening; like four old friends catching up on things they'd missed.

#voltron #fanfiction #kidgemas #kidge #reality swap au

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imajojoke · 4 years

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•| Here’s the first chapter! The first fight is a bit of a joke, haha. The next chapter is still in the works, but it’ll definitely be better then the first chapter!

Chapter 1

That girl with pearls in her hair

“What?!” A loud voice bellowed from the shadows. The man seemed to be shrouded in mystery, as if he was intentionally trying to hide his identity. “I-I’m sorry sir, our agent couldn’t take her out! I witnessed her commit the crime first hand and. . . it was devastating! Like some kind of pressure had been quickly built up and released! He was eviscerated!”

“. . . This won’t do. I have to have That girl out of the picture. I don’t want her getting in the way of my rule.” The voice seemed dark. Evil. Menacing. This man seemed prepared to stop at nothing to have this girl murdered. But why? Why did he want this specific girl taken out?

Around a couple of miles away, was that girl. She was walking away from the crime scene, sucking on a lollipop that the man had almost caused her to drop. She seemed to look like a punk. Black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a white tank top underneath. One thing stood out. There was a strand of pearls in her hair. Not the best style to have in this downpour, but she dealt with it. She did have a hover-brella anyways. Almost everyone did.

She was walking down the street on her way to school. This was the 3rd fight this week that she had to deal with. She wasn’t sure why these government agents were specifically targeting her. Did she look like some kind of wanted criminal? Maybe. It would make sense, but she was not a true delinquent. At heart, she was a pure, almost goddess like presence. That’s why her stand manifested to represent her true, inerself.

Omega is what she had named it. It was tall, effeminate, and wore a belt with the sign of omega as the belt buckle. It was a pure white, except for streaks of gold running throughout its body. It’s eyes were a bright hue of yellow, and it wore what seemed to be pearls around its neck. She was scrolling through twitter when she was called out by a friend of hers, who was also a stand user.Maddox. Maddox Despairative. He was a short, odd one. He had recently gotten modifications to make himself look like a fox. Well kind of. He had his hair dyed orange, and a pair of new fox ears implanted and connected to his nerves. He also had a fox tail installed.

“Joanne! JoJo! Wait up!” He called after her, in his usual peppy voice. He seemed a bit more excited than usual, obviously because of the recent modifications his parents had allowed him to purchase. “Oh, hey. Sorry for not waiting up. I don’t want to be late for first period again.”

“It’s fine, really. I understand. Anyways, did you notice my new modifications?? Didya??”

“Yes. I did. You look great. I’m surprised your parents actually let you finally get them! I always thought they’d always be against modifications. I heard they’re following that lunatic religious movement against modifications.”

“Which one?”

“C.O.O.M.”

“Oh yeah, they’re way past gone in that movement. Christians Opposed to Obscene Modification is a bit of a crazy movement.”

“Yeah.” She continued to walk as silence befell the conversation, until Maddox had inevitably noticed the blood splotch on her jacket. He brought it up and she groaned. “Another agent was sent after me . . . I don’t understand why they’re going after me specifically. Do I look like a criminal?”

“Yeah, that is honestly quite strange.” He sighed and handed his bag to his stand, which looked to be some sort of robot. It wore a chestplate made of steel, covered in buttons and lights. It’s head was odd looking, and had pipes connected to it. He called it Träumst du, which is german for “Do you dream”? He calls it this because he can basically answer that question. He can invade people’s thoughts and manipulate them from the inside.

The two talked about the strange attacks that have been happening until they reached the entrance of their school, Nat K. Ottowan Highschool. The gates were open, like usual, and the two entered through the front. They went through the modern looking double doors, and walked off to their class. It was boring, as usual. Joanne knew that school was important, but she would rather be going on some kind of grand adventure to stop a tyrant then deal with Mr. Jomaroqui’s lectures about history.

Lunch came quickly today. Joanne sat at her usual spot with Maddox. She started taking her lunch bag out from her back pack. She tore the brown paper bag open, revealing a can of Pepsi, a homemade bagel sandwich, each side being toasted. There was melted provolone, two thick sheets of raw, norweigan salmon, seasoned with fresh dill and topped with fried capers. Her favorite. She had based it off of a sandwich recipe she had learned from a cooking show quite a while back, when she was around a freshman at this school.

The lunch period had gone about half way through when suddenly an incredibly loud shriek boomed through the cafeteria. A single note shredded Multiple children’s ear drums. Luckily, Maddox and Joanne had managed to narrowly avoid it, thankfully because of their placement within the food court.

A man of about their same age strutted into the room, carrying what looked to be. . . a battle axe? No, a guitar. He had long, jet black hair and large earrings. His skin was pale white, and something was odd about his eyes. They weren’t normal. They were a swirl of red white and blue, like he had been hypnotized by something. He was in a trance. He wore a torn, grey tank top, and long, tight jeans.

“Joanne Josiah! Prepare to die by the sound of my stand, WE ROCK!” He seemed overly confident in his abilities. It’s literally just a guitar. Right? He can’t win with a guitar’s sound. “I’m sure you’re thinking: “why does he think he can win so easily?” Well, my stand can manipulate sound waves!”

“. . . That’s kind of easy to take down. I’m sorry, but you don’t seem that strong.” Joanne stood up, and summoned her stand. She smiled, and prepared for battle. Soon, The user of we rock began playing a long, loud solo. She didn’t mind it, and ran carelessly towards him. She regretted that intensely, her ears ringing for quite a while. She stepped back, her legs shaking.

“SEE?! I TOLD YOU! My stand is far more powerful then yours!”

“. . . I’m just gonna step back for a while. I’m sure you should realize how bad of a matchup this is. My stand can create physical feelings such as deafness. This would leave you defenseless.” Her stand touched both of her ears, removing her abilities to hear temporarily.

The user soon realized this, and groaned. This was a bad match up. It was too easy for her. She soon ran towards him, and landed a punch. He went down quite easily after a flurry of blows. It was far too easy.

Maddox groaned a bit, not really enjoying the fight. Almost all of the kids within the vicinity of the fight were still in immense pain. Joanne knew she had to leave this place. She could be easily found by these people. It was too dangerous to be here. Joanne sighed, and went through the rest of the last day like a breeze. Maddox went home with her today, and decided he would help her figure out what was going on with these government agents.

Joanne was changing into something a bit more comfortable with Maddox in the room, obviously looking away.

“What do you think these people are doing? Why do you think they're specifically going after me of all people?”

“I don’t know. It seems random, if you ask me. It’s too dangerous to stay here. I need to find somewhere where I can be safe.”

“I’ll help you, Joanne! You’re my friend. I want to help.” Maddox stood, and turned around to look at her. She had changed into a Pure white sweater, and a pair of pleather jeans. The pearls in her hair stayed. “Are you sure Maddox? It might be dangerous. These government agents seem dangerous.”

“That’s exactly why I need to help. You may be strong on your own, but we have strength in numbers, Joanne! Which means I am absolutely coming.”

“. . .” She chuckled lightly. She walked towards him and plopped onto the bed next to him. “Thanks Maddox. I really hope we can overcome these government agents.”

The two had teamed up to figure out why the tyrannical steel chains of the government were going after her. They will not rest until they can find why these people are so dead set on her death. Later that week, the two were headed out of their state of florida, and to somewhere presumably safer. Little did they know, the government would always know where they were going. Another grunt of the leader was on their way. This time they were stronger, and not an absolute joke, like We rock.

“I’m sure this next stand user will be able to take her down. My bloodline will not interfere with my rule. I will remain as the tyrant of this world, and no one will ever question it.” The ominous figure was standing by a window, staring out at the pouring rain in the dystopian, dark world. They were determined to destroy Joanne.

They would not risk their rule.

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