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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Hi! Could I get HC from the guys? 👀 How they would always react to catching the reader seeing them "badly", in addition to the fact that he usually avoids them, but with his brothers it is incredible and they feel bad because they think they do not like him. But she actually likes them and she looks at them like that because she "studies" them to draw them and she is too clumsy and shy to talk to them, that's why she ends up avoiding them. Until finally he catches her drawing them with lots of hearts or maybe they'll find her notebook with lots of portraits of them.

It's kind of funny because when I study people to draw them, they think that I look at them with hatred xd maybe I should increase my glasses prescription

God, glasses are such a pain in the ass but I have to wear them. If I don't anyone within my near vicinity doesn't have a face. But why they gotta get dirty so easily???? Makes me wanna explode or something

TMNT Headcanons

The boys w/ a quiet reader who is fine with his brothers but acts cold around him and stares a lot

Michaelangelo

mikey couldn't describe his disappointment upon realizing that you didn't want to be friends with him

well, you never actually said that to him

but he was pretty sure it was the case

you'd never made an effort to be friends with him

stared at him an awful lot though, but there was always something off about your gaze when you looked at him

like you were sizing him up, scrutinizing him, like he was an opponent

it kinda worried him

to add to that, you didn't even attempt to look embarrassed when he caught you staring

you'd just stare harder

on your end it was quite the opposite

you always found the brothers fascinating and you LOVED studying their anatomy, you'd confessed this to Donnie early on and he happily indulged in your questions

and you loved how easily you got along with the boys

well, except for Mikey

but it wasn't for a lack of trying

whenever the orange sporting turtle came around your normally flamboyant personality crept back into its little corner and hid

any words of excitement that had previously been with you died in your throat

for the longest time you didn't understand it

and you hated not understanding things, so you turned to your only outlet

that's how you ended up with an entire sketchbook full of the youngest brother in vastly different styles and poses

you had a separate book for the others, none of them as detailed as this

and when you stared to analyze you'd fallen into a habit of not looking away when caught

by your logic, if you stared back hard enough he'd look away first or just assume you'd zoned out

he didn't

and on one hectic day you'd left your sketchbook open on the kitchen table in your rush to get to work

you hadn't even noticed the slip up until Leo texted you to let you know during your shift

instant panic

in truth, Mikey was the one who discovered the book upon waking up from his nap and he'd spent the next three hours analyzing every drawing

when you finally dropped in after work to grab your book the turtle was waiting for you with it in hand

he'd asked you if you hated him

you told him no and accepted your sketchbook from him

he was relieved and screaming excitedly, just in his head

"Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?"

You sighed in relief and nodded

"If you're cool with it- you don't think I'm weird do you?"

"I mean- you are talking to a turtle..."

you lightly shoved his chest and smiled, although it faded within a second

"Oh hush, 10 o'clock tomorrow? I'll bring snacks."

he was so stunned he could only shoot you finger guns in approval

Donatello

Donnie genuinely couldn't understand your unease around him

he'd followed all the proper expectations of holding a conversation

he was polite and engaging

so why wouldn't you talk to him?

this boy has read so many social blogs to try and figure out what he was doing wrong and he just couldn't put his finger on it

you were fine with the rest of his brothers, you'd stay up for hours laughing and gaming with them

you'd even sat still long enough to listen to Leo explain some old Japanese myth that he'd read about in a book

but with him it was always a quick, cordial greetings and farewells with bland small talk in between

Donnie had picked up pretty quickly that you weren't interested in any sort of interaction with him

and he convinced himself that that was okay

but that didn't explain the staring

he'd caught you in the act several times, eyes narrowed and locked on him

especially when you were alone with him in a room or just in the lair

the poor turtle just couldn't put his finger on it

then he caught you drawing, he noticed early on that you always carried a small sketchbook on your person but he didn't think much of it

and it wasn't so much that he caught you drawing, in fact, he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't snapped at him while he was trying to do a sudoku puzzle

"Damn it Donnie! Stop moving! If I fuck this arm up one more time I'm gonna decompose!"

he'd quickly moved back into the position he was in prior

"sorry?"

but you'd gone silent again, occasionally glancing up from your work and running your eyes along his frame before looking down again

nearly twenty minutes later Donnie had finished the puzzle and it seemed as though you had finished your drawing

"Uh- can I ask what are you-"

"I'm drawing you but you kept moving your arm and making me mess up. You always do that when I draw you so every damn picture I have of you stays a sketch because you always come out looking like a fucking octopus."

He just stared

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to explode on you like that. I'm just- I'm really bad at talking to you okay? It's so easy with everyone else but you've just gotta be so damn smart all the time and I worry that you'll think I'm boring so I just... don't talk to you?"

Donnie is stunned™

You refuse to show him the drawing until you can complete the line art and color it

But at least he knows that you don't hate him

Leonardo

To be completely honest Leo didn't mind that you were distant from him

You created an aura of calm when you were around and you always managed to distract his brothers while you were present

And he enjoyed the alone time

But after a few months that calm acceptance turned into jealousy

Not that he would ever admit it

He would just push it off and ignore it, that usually seemed to work

So why wasn't it?

And your obvious staring problem didn't help at all

Leo didn't spend much time considering his appearance but something about your gaze made him self conscious

And he hated that with a passion

Why was it that you could hold entire debates with his siblings? Even his dad for gods sake. You'd have hour long conversations on almost everything but whenever he tried to say hello you'd make up some lame ass excuse and scamper away

He just wanted an explanation

It appeared that the answer resided in your sketchbook

You'd left it open on the couch when Raph had called you away to spar with him

Leo very delicately flipped through the pages, careful not to disturb some of the polaroid pictures of his brothers

He was admittedly surprised to find pictures of himself among the pages

One of him in a handstand, another of him meditating, there was even one of him mid sneeze that you'd recreated with pencil and paper

The image of his eyes was the most startling, but the book held no polaroid of his eyes

You drew them from memory

And he was shocked when you returned to the room and didn't immediately panic

But that might have been because he didn't try to withhold your book from you

"It took me three months to color them, your eyes. I could never get the shade of blue just right."

"I'm gonna be honest with you y/n, I really thought you didn't like me."

You had the nerve to roll your eyes and follow it with a laugh

"I don't. I mean- I do but no, you just remind me a lot of myself and I haven't exactly figured out why yet. I thought that maybe if I drew you it'd be easier to figure you out..."

"Well did it help?"

You grinned

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

Raphael

If there was one thing Raph hated it was not understanding something that was right in front of him

which is ironic, as a much younger version of himself probably couldn't care less

and a part of him wishes he didn't care about it so much

he wishes that your blatant avoidance of him didn't upset him

but shit, it got under his skin better than any needle ever could

was it too much to ask for you to just tell him what he said or did wrong?

was he asking too much of you?

but on the same scale you'd never shown obvious dislike towards him, you were never rude and you sure as hell didn't talk shit about him to his brothers

you got along great with them

in fact it was getting more difficult to remember a time before you became a part of his family

he'd become so used to your presence that it no longer put him off when he found you hanging around the lair

but in another sense he was certain that you hadn't spoken more than three sentences to him in your time knowing him or his family

so what was the reason

several months in he finally caught onto the staring, your narrow, glassy gaze locked onto his body and refusing to look away

he stared right back at you

this annoyed you for several reasons

because within five seconds your very peaceful drawing session had turned into a staring contest and your eyes were getting VERY dry

then you exhaled in a half-sigh and looked back down at your paper

"Huh, I guess your head is more of an oblong shape..."

he took offense to this

"What tha' hell is that supposed t'mean?"

now your eyes held more of an amused silent judgement, you begrudgingly held up your sketchbook

"I'm drawing you, you fucking walnut."

"Oh..."

now you rolled you eyes and tossed the book to him, he nearly dropped it and fumbled with the pages

your annoyance was quickly growing

"Careful with that."

He flipped through the pages at a snails pace, assumingly because he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing

you had some real talent

when he looked back up at you he was wearing that crooked smile

"and here I was thinkin' that my eyes were just green."

Hope I was able to get this down pretty well! I really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for the patience!

-Mars 🌠

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #writing blog #writing requests #askbox #ask response #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo

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iamslowlyloosingmysanity · 2 years

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Peter dragged the tips of his fingers over the top of the grave, a sad smile crossed his face as he crouched down in front of.

Gwen Stacy, loved by all, it said.

Peter sniffled lightly and he tore his eyes away. “I’m so sorry it took me so long to visit you,” he whispered through his sobs. “I just couldn’t bring myself to do it and I am so, so sorry, Gwen.”

He lowered his forehead onto the cold stone and was quiet for a long time, listening to the trees rustle in the grave yard.

”I want to be the man you thought I could be, and I’m trying to get out of this hole I’ve dug myself, but it’s so hard-“ his voice broke and a new waved of tears poured down his cheeks. Peter forced himself to calm down as he looked up to the cloudy sky, and his tears grew cold against his cheek before he wiped them away roughly with his sleeve. “I’m doing better than I have in such a long time and I know you would be proud of just that. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t miss you. You, Gwen, made me the happiest man and I will forever be grateful for the time we had together.“

Peter pressed his forehead to the gravestone once more before pushing himself to his feet and tucking his hands into his jacket.

He walked down the path that lead out of the graveyard, staring at his feet as he went.

Normally, he’s aware of his surroundings. Normally, he wouldn‘t have a problem with dodging people in the busy streets of New York, but today was not the day because he slammed right into someone and sent them both tumbling down to the ground.

”Dude, what the Hell?” the man snapped at Peter and he flinched.

People walking simply went around them as Peter attempted to help pick up the papers that spilled out of the man’s leather satchel off the ground.

”I- I am so, so sorry.” Peter told him as he carefully put the sketches back into the bag. “I wa-wasn‘t looking where I was going and-“ he finally broke into sobs and the man shooed his hands away.

The man, somewhere around Peter’s age, frowned at him. “Calm down, it was an accident, I overreacted. And so it seems you did too.” His skin was dark, and his kinky brown hair was pulled into a very shitty ponytail, it reminded Peter of when Gwen tried she to tie his up when she was bored.

Peter looked up and wiped his tear stained face. “Oh.” He let out a watery chuckle as the man swung the satchel over his shoulder and helped Peter up.

“Here, you look like shit-“ the man started and Peter laughed pathetically, “- let me buy you a drink. Coffee?”

Peter blinked a few stray tears away. “Su- well, that’s very kind of you, but you probably need to be somewhere else.” He told him, nodding towards the satchel.

”I’d be early anyway, plus, it’d ease my conscious if you weren’t on the verge of tears right by moving traffic.” The man reassured Peter.

Peter pressed his lips into a thin line before nodding. “Okay, uh where to?”

”There’s a Starbucks right down the street.” He pointed to the very obvious Starbucks sign at the corner of the street behind Peter.

Peter followed the man, navigating the busy sidewalk as he tried to regain his composure. Peter thanked him quietly when he held open the glass door for him and ducked inside the warm cafe.

There weren’t many people in there, no more than 7. Peter made a move to order something but the man waved him off with his hand.

”Sit down, I’ll get it.” He looked at Peter for a long moment. “You seem like someone who likes a lot of sugar, yeah?” Peter blinked, but slowly nodded.

Peter pulled out a chair from a small two person round table in the back and sat in it heavily. He dropped his head in his hands and took in a shuddering breath, embarrassment from his outburst earlier finally washing over him.

He slouched down back into the chair and looked up at the fairy lights on the ceiling. It was pretty.

The guy from earlier was mingling by the cash register, waiting for their drinks. He was scrolling lazily on his phone, leaning his back against the counter.

”MJ?” The barista asked and Peter immediately found The name familiar.

The man- MJ- turned around. “That’s me.” He took the two drinks from the teenager and walked over to where Peter was sitting.

MJ like other Peter’s MJ? What were the chances that Peter would meet someone with those initials that close to meeting the other MJs.

Peter stared at him in shock and MJ raised an eyebrow at him ad he set their respective drinks down. “You’re not having a stroke, right?”

Peter opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times before shaking his head, laughing nervously. “I uh, the name- your name sounds- your name just sounds familiar.” Peter blabbered awkwardly.

Holy shit. Wow. He sucks at speaking.

MJ sat down in front of him and took a sip of his coffee. “Yeah, it’s just a nick name, Melokuhle Juma Watson is my real name but no one is able to pronounce that.”

Peter nodded, still trying to process MJ‘s name- his nickname- and took a long drink of his cappuccino and his eyes widened. “Wow. That is good.”

MJ smiled before leaning back in his chair. “So, what got you so worked up earlier, or are you just sensitive to yelling?” his tone wasn’t condescending or rueful like you’d expect someone saying that sentence would sound, but instead it was gentle and melodic.

Peter wet his lips and thought for a moment. “Uh, no I’m not sensitive to yelling, I‘m just dealing with emotions I haven’t dealt with in a while.” Wow, MJ had some nice cheekbones.

MJ hummed in response and took another sip. Another grin crossed his face and he looked up at Peter. “I don’t even know your name.”

Peter snorted. “Yeah, that is kind of what happens when you don’t tell someone it. I’m Peter Parker.”

MJ tilted his head to the side and a ringlet of hair fell out of his queue. “The photojournalist?”

Peter’s eyes studied his face for a moment before he realized what MJ just said. “You’ve heard of me?”

”Yeah, anyone who knows Spiderman knows you, bud.” There was familiarity in his eyes- recognition- like he knew something or that his words had a double mean-

Oh fuck.

MJ knows he’s Spider-Man.

Peter immediately felt himself get defensive. “How?”

MJ took another sip of his coffee. “I have my sources.”

”What?” Peter snapped and people around them eyed them for a moment. Peter lowered his volume and leaned forward. “Who?”

”Your blog. Spider-Man poses for no one and he seems like a loner so he‘s not dating you.” For some god-forsaken reason, Peter bristled at that remark.

”I’m not a loner.”

”There we go! You literally just admitted to it.” MJ was still grinning until his face shifted abruptly when he saw Peter’s worried look. “I won’t tell anyone because I don’t have anyone to tell, I’m a loner too.”

He dropped his gaze down to his watch and his eyes widened. “Shit, I’m going to be late.” MJ stood up and picked up his coffee and drank the rest of the thing before swinging his satchel over his shoulder. “And Peter Parker,” he grabbed a pen from his bag and scribbled his Phone number on a clean napkin from the napkin dispenser. He pushed it towards Peter and cocked his head to the side. “Maybe we can be lonely together.”

And he left.

#peter parker #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #andrew garfield

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notdonesimpin · 3 years

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Sorcery ~r.s.~

ceo!ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

warnings: sukuna in a suit??, fluff

synopsis: [request by @draconic-dumbass ] “two unlikely people bound together by what some call fate, but to them, it must be sorcery” OR the reader doesn’t take care of themselves and sukuna has to do it for them.

a/n: For fic purposes, Sukuna has his own two armed body. I wanted a CEO!AU where curses don’t exist, okay? Sukuna’s just a man who looks great in a suit. The curse aspect isn’t really needed in the way it’s portrayed in the show so i don’t wanna think about it😣 don’t hate me.

The door opens as you peek your head in the hallway to see Sukuna roughly loosen his tie with a huff and unbutton the top of his shirt as he takes off his shoes.

“Long day?” you ask.

“My assistant cried today if that tells you anything. They overbooked me, and didn’t realize it until this morning.”

Your eyes narrow, “What did you say to the poor thing? She didn’t cry for nothing.”

Sukuna throws his hands up defensively as he walks over to you with a teasing smile, “I didn’t say anything! Though, I wanted to say a lot. I think she got the message when I sent her home.” The last part came out in a mutter, but you heard it well.

You hit him in the chest, “This is why you can’t keep an assistant! You’re too aggressive. I liked that one, too.”

“Well, I had an amazing assistant for years, but they quit when their husband told them to focus on art. My days ran so smoothly, and I had a beautiful sight all hours of the day,” he says, wrapping his arms around you as he continues, “Was I too aggressive with you?”

“You could barely say a sentence around me when we first met, Ryo. Don’t get cocky.”

Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and you moved to answer it.

“It’s just Nao. They’re being my other model for today! I can’t model and draw myself, so I needed an amazing stand-in. How about you rest for a bit and I’ll do Nao’s solo poses and get you when I need you?” you suggested as you opened the door.

“It’s been a while. Good to see you, Y/N. Sukuna,” Nao says, giving Sukuna a wave and you a small hug.

“Nao, don’t fuck up while I’m not there,” Sukuna jokes, turning around to walk towards the bedroom.

“I’ve been doing this longer than you. I think I got it.”

“Don’t take those clothes off! The more wrinkles, the better!” you call after him.

You softly shake Sukuna. “Ryo, I need you to model for me now.”

He groans, opening his eyes to see you beaming at him. “It’s not fair, your face makes it hard to say no.”

“Then get up, so I can finish for today!” you urge.

He follows you to the living area with sleepiness still extremely apparent on his face.

“No wonder you chose him to be your muse for the King of Curses. He’s like The Walking Dead right now,” Nao laughs, earning a glare from Sukuna as you drag him to the spot you want him.

“You still haven’t told me anything about your art show,” Sukuna reminds you.

“Hands in pockets please…” you gesture to your own pockets when you make the statement and Sukuna lazily complies as you continue talking and telling him what to do. “My theme is Sorcery. Take a step but don't step… There! I wanted to do three bigger panels for my main showcase. They have the King of Curses- AKA you- and the ruler of blessings- aka Nao but Nao is just modeling so I can shade the pose right and put myself in it. Then the middle panel will be them together. Look at the ground. Now, only bring your eyes up the look at me… Perfect! Stay still. Basically it shows two unlikely people bound together by what some call fate, but to them, it must be sorcery.”

You yawn, waking up the sound of Sukuna roaming around the penthouse. You check your phone to see the time. 4:36 A.M.

You suddenly find yourself wide awake and decide to get up and work on your rough sketches.

You go out of your shared room, rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the light and walk to the kitchen.

“Where the hell is my…” Sukuna’s muttering comes to a stop when he sees you sitting at the island, drinking a glass of water as you wait for the coffee pot to get ready.

“Good morning,” you softly say with a yawn.

“Why are you up? Did I wake you?” Sukuna asks, buttoning the cuffs of the shirt and walking over to you.

“I need to work on the rough sketches anyways since my canvases come in today. I’m so behind,” you groan, “What are you looking for?”

“My passport. I swear I grabbed it from home before I came here.”

He watches you tie his tie for him as he tries to recall where it might be.

“It’s definitely at home on the kitchen counter. I saw it before I left. I meant to grab it for you. Sorry, Ryo.”

He tosses his head back in frustration, “Why is this penthouse so inconveniently located. I have to go in the opposite direction of the office and the airport to go home and get it.”

“You’re the one that said my apartment was too small to be my studio.”

“I know.”

“And that I should separate home from work.”

“I know.” He squeezes your cheeks to stop you from talking. “I don’t regret buying this penthouse for your work. You get an ocean view and you have an entire space to do your work. I’d buy you the entire building if you needed it.”

He lets go of your face and you say, “Okay, Mr. CEO. All you had to say was that you love me.”

He chuckles and pours two cups of coffee, handing you one of them. “This business trip is pretty short, so I should be back around afternoon or tomorrow night at the latest.” He checks his watch, “I should go, so I don’t be late with my detour.”

He grabs his blazer off of the back of the chair, sliding it on as he walks towards the door with you right behind him. He slips his shoes on and turns to you, giving you a soft kiss.

“Be safe. I love you.” you say.

“I love you. Don’t overwork yourself while I’m gone.”

As soon as the door closed, you muttered: Sorry, Ryo. That’s exactly what I’m about to do.

A few hours later, you get a call from Sukuna and immediately answer.

“How’s the new assistant, Ryo?” you immediately ask.

He paused, glancing at the assistant beside him. “So this was your doing. I can’t say that I’m surprised. This one seems a lot more competent.”

“Don’t run him off. He knows how to run businesses well since he grew up with his father.”

“I got it. Mx. CEO,” he taunts, “How long have you been working?”

You glance at the time on your phone. 10:32A.M.

“Technically five hours but only been diligent for the past four hours. I finished my sketch for the King of Curses panel about an hour ago. So, I’ve just started drawing it on the canvas.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that it’s time to take a break and eat something,” He suggests, but you both know that it was a command.

“I’m not going to pass out on you again, okay? I can take care of myself.”

“As you’ve proven on multiple occasions, you can’t. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you. Make good decisions!” You hang up and get back to work.

You didn’t know how much time had passed or how long you’d been actively moving around and working until your regular Wednesday at 11:30 alarm went off.

Wait… Wednesday??? You’d only been up for a couple hours. How has an entire day passed without you even realizing it?

At the same time, you received a text from Sukuna: I have to stop by the office before heading to you, so I’ll take you wherever you’d like around one.

“Shit!” you exclaim, typing back a quick response before rushing around the penthouse to clean and change your clothes.

Sukuna couldn’t know that you haven’t slept in the past 31 hours.

By the time you cleaned up and got dressed, Sukuna was already at the penthouse, leaning against the kitchen counter and holding a glass of bourbon in his hands.

“Let me see your hands,” he requests.

You stick out your hands, trying to calm them down because both of you knew that you get really bad tremors when you haven’t slept in a while.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so early,” you softly spoke.

“Darling, I texted you. I guess it makes sense that you don’t remember since you responded with a jumble of letters,” he sighs, sticking his hands in his pockets as he shakes his head, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I just got really focused. I’m so close to finishing the King of Curses panel. I started the Ruler of Blessings panel as well… I gotta keep the ball rolling while it’s hot,” you explained.

“That isn’t healthy. How have you been painting? With the way your hands are shaking, you shouldn’t even be able to hold a paintbrush straight.”

“I was focused! And before you say it, I’m not tired, so I’ll just get back to work.”

He looks at you in amusement as you walk away. “Still as stubborn as ever.”

“I’ll stop after I finish the curse panel, okay?”

Before you could even get out of the kitchen, Sukuna had picked you up by your waist and started walking away.

“Ryomen Sukuna! Put me down!” you exclaim, “I told you, my feet stay on the ground!”

He laughs and continues walking, “I told you that if I want to pick you up, I will. If you think you’re heavy, then you’re wrong. You’re like a feather compared to what I lift at the gym, okay?”

You fall silent, letting him carry you all the way to the bathroom. He sits you on the counter and starts running the water for a bath. As you wait for the bath to fill up, he stands in between your legs, bringing his hands up to your face and lightly grazing underneath your eyes.

“They’re puffy…” he looks at you with a hint of sadness, “I understand that the art show is very important to you, but this is the third time in the past few months that I’ve had to physically stop you from overworking yourself. If you don’t take care of yourself, your art will suffer, too.”

“I know. There’s just a lot of big names coming this time. I really want it to be good.”

“It will be because you’re an outstanding artist,” he reassures.

You give him a small thank you as he turns to stop the water and you shed your clothes, getting in and closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth.

“You see how nice hot water feels?” You could hear the teasing in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah. Self-care or whatever.”

Sukuna begins to wash your body for you, humming a soft tune and lulling you to sleep. He finishes washing you up and takes you to bed, putting one of his shirts on you and crawling in beside you, letting you wrap yourself around him to steal his warmth.

He softly smiles to himself and gives you a soft kiss on the top of your head as he whispers, “Sweet dreams.”

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk fic #jjk masterfind

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earthfire-75 · 3 years

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You Send Me Flying

Chapter Six

Author’s notes: co-written with @nature-and-music, beta’d by @lady-jane-revisited. Based on The Dirt movie, as I don’t have the book yet. Warning: language.

I offered to go without hesitation, so long as I could be as far away from Tommy as possible. As I made my way down the stairs, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t shake the image of her from my dream last night, in that lingerie and how she made me hers. I tried to stifle these stupid feelings, especially the sensation of my blood rushing, and reminded myself that I would get in, get out, and go back upstairs. After knocking on the door, I heard the locks unlatching, and she opened up the door until the chain stopped her.

“Oh Mick, good morning!” she proclaimed with surprise and excitement in her voice.

The words were there, but they were trapped in my voice box. Even though I could see a little bit inside, I could see that she was wearing nothing but a towel tightly wrapped around her body. Her hair drenched and clinging to her face.

“Here, I’ll unlock the door. You can come in, just let me just get something on,” she quickly shut to unlatch the chain and then reopened it, welcoming me into her domain.

She mentioned that a fresh pot of coffee was ready and that I could help myself to the fruit bowl on the table. I gave her a quiet thank you as she headed back to her room. I caught a glimpse of her legs, still wet and so soft looking. I shook my head and distracted myself by looking over at the fabrics that were scattered about in the living room. There was an interesting mixture of her work being both organized and disorderly as I took in what I saw. I checked out the sketches on the couch and slid my fingers across the fabrics for my stage clothes; she was really talented.

She returned, “Sorry, did you need something?”

When I turned back to her, my heart rate increased. She stood there wearing an Aerosmith shirt and red dolphin shorts. Her wet hair was dripping onto her shirt, causing parts of her covered chest to become slightly transparent. She glanced down at herself, she felt self conscious as she pulled down on her shirt even though she was clothed.

She chuckled slightly in embarrassment, “Um… I haven’t done laundry in a couple days. This is all I have that’s clean right now. So what did you need?”

I stepped closer to her, she hardly moved a muscle, save for her eyes as they widened. I started deeply into her eyes and she did the same with me. I felt her hands on my waist, sliding up my torso and resting on my shoulders even as uncertainty shone in her wide eyes. My own hands wrapped around her middle, bringing her closer to my body. Our lips were just inches away from touching, all we could feel was the heat of our breaths. Our faces leaned in as we shared a soft kiss. Her arms slithered around my neck, her fingers burying themselves into my hair.

My grip around her tightened as I felt myself becoming hard, though she didn’t seem to back away. Our lips parted for a moment to allow us to take in a little bit of air, only for them to collide once more. One of my hands reached down to caress her supple thigh, my fingers centimeters away from touching her rear. I could feel her mouth opening up tentatively, silently giving me permission to lather her tongue and so I did. The vibrations of our moans rippled throughout our bodies and I grunted when her teeth bit down on my lower lip, pulling away from me as I moaned. I gave her thigh a slap and she quietly mewled, burying her face into my neck.

“Holy shit!”

We released each other and backed away as though nothing had happened. We turned to see, to our horror, Tommy standing in the open doorway completely awestruck with his jaw hanging low and his eyes wide open. He looked as if he saw the most terrifying sight in his young life. Well one thing’s for sure, his life was about to end indefinitely as I quickly ran after him back up the stairs, leaving poor Y/N/ behind. Tommy’s scream practically woke up the entire apartment complex as I chased after him. Nikki simply stood there and enjoyed watching the chase, casually following us to the shared bedroom. I was quick to grab the drummer by the wrist, but not quick enough to get the rest of him since he threw his towel in my face and swiftly locked himself in the bathroom.

“Open up this door Tommy! Open it you motherfucker!” I shouted, violently banging.

He was panic-striken, “No fucking way man! Not a chance!”

“You open this goddamn door right now!”

Vince was well awake, “What the fuck is happening right now? Mick what are you-”

I was too busy to acknowledge him, especially as he walked over.

Vince looked at me, “What is happening?”

Tommy was about to say something, but that only caused me to hit the door even harder, hoping to drown out the description of what he saw. There was no way I was going to let this come out, and from Tommy of all people! I was suddenly held back by my other bandmates. They told me to knock it and to chill out, that it was too early for this and that I’d end up waking the neighbors. As if they really cared what a bunch of denizens would say.

Tommy finally got his chance, “Mick made out with her! I saw them!”

Vince and Nikki held on tighter, refusing to let me go until I calmed down. I was like a bull ready to charge, but they refused to let me go, so I just yelled: “You fucker! I’m going to kill you!”

“Mick! Tommy! That’s enough!” We heard the familiar voice yell from the living room. “Mick stop!”

Like a trained animal, I heard her call and I stopped dead in my tracks. I could feel the strain of my muscles as a result of being held, my throat felt sore and dry, and my anger slowly started to dissipate. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I slowly turned my neck to see her. Nikki and Vince backed away from me and I heard the bathroom door open, however she hurried to move my line of sight away from Tommy, holding my face in her hands. Her expression was a blend of anger, shame, and discomfort

“Mick, calm down. It’s okay.” she pleaded, her thumbs brushing my cheeks.

I could feel a sense of stillness when she spoke to me like that. I lost control of myself and she was here to bring me back to a more stable state, “I… uh, I...”

She held onto me, “Mick, just don’t do that again. The first show is coming up and you all need to work with each other.” She released me and marched over to Tommy, pointing a finger at him, “And you, enough with your jokes!”

Tommy nodded like a frightened child, gulping down his fear, hoping that this would all end soon and he could get himself dressed. She never took her eyes off mine as she addressed Tommy and Vince to get dressed. I could hear the singer complain about not getting his shower yet, but they both went back to their rooms. Nikki stood there smirking like an idiot.

“What are you looking at, bass player?” I snapped, though not as heated as I looked over at him.

He shook his head, still with that stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Nothin’, man.” And went back into the kitchen.

She leaned in and kissed me softly when everyone had gone, pulling back before it could turn heated and took my hand in hers, leading me to the couch. I moved slower than usual and winced slightly in pain, hiding it when she looked back at me with concern. We reached the couch and she instructed me to turn around with my back facing her. I opened my mouth to argue, but she gave me the same look I usually give the guys when they annoy the hell out of me. I closed my mouth and turned around for her.

She reached under my jacket and shirt, carefully pressing her palms against my back as she began to massage the muscles. I bit my lip to keep from making any sounds, but as she worked out the tension and aches, I let out a long deep moan I hadn’t meant to. Her hands were still, holding me in place so I couldn’t turn back around to see her expression, but I could hear her lightly shaking breath.

“Mick...”It was a breathless whisper of my name from her lips.

“Ok, I love you both and I’m happy for you. But, please, no sex on my couch, man!” Nikki laughed as he barged into the moment.

She slid her hands down my back, sending shivers down my spine as she stood up, just in time for the other two to come out of their rooms.

“Alright guys, let’s go get your boots!”

@nature-and-music @lady-jane-revisited @mickmarstookmyheart @sophiazeppelinchick @macy0

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A Series Of Mutual Feelings, 1/3 (Scarjah) - Pazinae

chapter 1: i hate u (and the feelings mutual)

Chapter Summary: Ra'jah is determined to have a fresh start and be a better person, now enrolled as a first year fashion school student- but Scarlet has a way of always making her newfound plans falter. With a rocky high school history, the (not so) fortuitous pair endure some mutual hatred

A/N: enemies 2 luvers scarjah everyone xoxo meant to be a oneshot, but got a little carried away n my doc for this is currently 19 pages long ahaha so to be more palatable it will be a 4 chapter story (its says 3, but you'll see). this one is mainly the intro for the story to understand where they're at emotionally in the present, and is mostly ra'jah centric on her growth + kylie friendship fluff bc theyre the cutest, and a bit of scarlet pov. feedback super super welcome, enjoy !!!

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Scarlet strode down the hall with a sway in her hips, her heels clacking on the laminate floor. What kind of tacky ass bitch wears heels to school anyways? Ra'jah scoffed internally, watched the girl saunter like she's on a tightrope, each tantalizing step brought her foot exactly in front of the other. Her body fell into a rhythm, stomping the fucking campus like a lion stalking the jungle for the sheer fun of watching it’s prey scamper. Scarlet's bouncing skirt, her signature grin and luscious ginger curls sprouting out her scalp made her gag. And not in the stunning way. Just as quickly as she came she was gone, and, to be fair, she was just another girl sandwiched in the masses just getting to where she’s going. But she could pluck that arrogant little redhead bitch out of any crowd. Not a conscious choice of course, hell, being reminded of her sheer presence causes a battle of trying not to roll her eyes behind her skull. She can't help that she sees her. Not when Scarlet's lips are painted the same shade of bold crimson as the tight, sleeveless top she's wearing, like a fresh drop of blood in a sea of grey clad bodies swimming around in their hoodies.

This isn't high school anymore Ra'jah. A repetitive reminder that needs to be said evermore until it's understood at her core. Because It's different now, she knows that- it has to be. No fucking way are her dreams going to get caught up in everything again, they're too big to be put at stake. She can't live just to be like that again, and this time she's too grown to waste her time on useless people. High school was a bubble, a 4 year trance that she's left and is more than ready to forget about.

"Hey, Ra'jah!" That southern, velvety voice could only belong to one stunning woman. She turned around to spot her speed walking to catch up.

"Aye! Kylie!" Ra'jah stopped and gave a little wave as Kylie approached, her highlight shining even in the shitty indoor light. The two moved over to the side of the hall, and leaned against the wall. "If it isn't Miss Kylie Sonique Love," With such a pleasing name, Ra'jah doesn't think she will, or, really can ever get tired of saying the other girl's name. "What's up?"

"Nothin', just tired as fuck," It's kinda cute, the way her accent gets stronger when she's grumpy. "I'mma pass out at some point, I did not get enough sleep." Even as a grumble her voice is so soft and angelic, Ra'jah could probably fall asleep to the blonde reading true crime murder stories.

"Goddamn, it sure as hell doesn't show!" Which is true, Kylie was as effervescent as always, any visible messy hair from under her beanie looked intentional. Even in her oversized t-shirt and shorts, there was an undeniable, captivating charm about her that made it impossible for her to look bad "You look gorgeous girl"

"Awh, thanks honey," She smiles a soft, hazy smile. "You don't look too bad yourself." She hums, eyeing her up with a grin. Before she could even argue a response, the country girl quickly perks up and slaps her hand on Ra'jah's shoulder in excitement. "Oh also! I want your opinion- I'm thinking about dying my hair pink." She can see the visible sparkle in the pair of eyes looking at hers. "Thoughts?" She asks, voice becoming giddy "Oooh bitch! You better, that'd be so fierce!" The (mostly) purple haired girl exclaimed, delight evident in her voice "For real, you'd look so good. And you know, ba-BY" she claps her hands together just for added emphasis, "I support ALL the impulsive hair decisions".

"Yess, obviously I want input only from bad bitches with the best hair"

"I told you I did these myself right?" she asked, running her shoulder length hair through her twirling fingers. "I've been really into doing hair recently"

"Wait, really? It looks so pretty, the fade to purple is so good"

"What'd you mean 'wait really' hoe, what you implying 'bout my hair skills?"

"Just that a talented woman like you should share your expertise!" Even when she was loud her voice was just as comforting, the tone reminiscent of a silk blanket on her skin

"All it took for me was bleach, a bottle of violet Arctic Fox dye, and the holy spirit of Brad Mondo"

"First of all I'm not trusting no mans named Brad," Ra'jah cackled a little because, yeah that's fair. "And secondly, if you're free, come an' help a girl out then!

"You're inviting me over? Wow we're moving kinda fast Kylie"

"Oh shut up bitch" but the undying twinkle in her eye confirmed the unsaid agreement that Ra'jah would be doing Kylie's hair, at some point.

"I'm free on Thursday, can I visit then?"

"Yea that works" She smiled, and the closeness between the two wasn't something the taller girl ever planned, or really felt before. But she had it now, a friend she really cares about, and she never wanted to lose it.

"Shit what time is it?" Even in her Shitty Human era she was still a timely gal, her mother didn't raise no late hoe. "Don't stress it Raj, we have like 15 minutes. Introduction to drafting and sewing, right?"

"Yes ma'am. Wanna start going?" "Sure thing" This year is for a new start, making new friends, and getting a chance to create new first impressions. Rebrand herself y'know, and the hindrance that is Scarlet's existence, wrapped in all the ancient things she'd rather not think about, won't stop her.

The walk to class was a pleasant blur. With Kylie yawning and walking essentially shoulder to shoulder with Ra'jah had they been the same height, they slipped into both comfortable conversation, and silence. With all the noise around them, their presence brought an ease without any awkwardness.

A trek opted through the outdoor route that was albeit a tad longer, provided some well needed greenery and fresh air.

"You excited for class?" Ra'jah asked, only half aware of where she was walking to. Her body was on autopilot, and Kylie knows the way, probably.

"You're amazing if you can get excited by class"

"It's fun!"

"Only 'cause you're good at it"

"You're good at it"

"You know what I mean. Isn't this one your favorite?"

"It's not my favorite"

"Uh huh"

"I just like it a lot. Maybee essentially jus' cause I don't hafta try" It was a mandatory course, but Ra'jah's not complaining. Perhaps it's a little vain to enjoy something just to remind everyone you can do it, but it was an easy break from the rest of the courses. And a nice little egoboost.

"So I'm right!"

"C'mon it's October and we're still on basic techniques"

"It's called introductory," She remarked. "Do you even pay attention half the time?"

"No but bitch neither do you"

"True" Kylie grinned in agreement.

"The way you're coming for me but it's easy for you too!" She hasn't been sewing as long as Ra'jah, but she has great taste so it really balanced out. "And let it be known that I use that class time to think about incredibly productive things"

"Oh that's her name?"

"What?" She didn't mean for her tone to drop. Didn't mean for her legs to stop walking, planting themselves into the cement. Didn't mean for the smile on her face to plummet at the implication. Her visceral reaction was louder than the cluelessness she gave off.

"Calm down" She giggled, as if Ra'jah's reaction woke her up from her grogginess, her breathlessness equivalent to a shot of espresso for Kylie. "You just seem really occupied sometimes is what I meant"

"Me? No I'm not" She couldn't convince herself.

"Okay babe. The models of your fashion sketches just look a little reminiscent"

"You know Scarlet isn't the only person with ginger hair right?" Ra'jah bites back, the condescending tone not her intention, but not exactly unwanted in the moment. Scarlet is insufferable, she doesn't want her own name slandered is all, being associated with the arrogant shit.

"Baby, I ain't mention Scarlet. That's all you.'' She had a shit eating smirk and maybe Ra'jah takes everything back about how nice friends are. IF there was inspiration, Scarlet is objectively nice looking so it's not a big deal there might be similarities if you squint.

"She was implied"

"If you want her to be"

They get inside and take a seat at one of the large tables, divided into stations with a sewing machine and some material at each one. Ra'jah takes a spot at the edge, with Kylie seated to her right.

On paper, it's all been planned out for Ra'jah; during her strolls between classes she'll take in all her surroundings and actively look for inspiration, pondering all the natural shapes and patterns of the world in a way she can manipulate into clothing. On paper, she'll make the most out of the introductory class, sketching designs between the minimal notes and sewing practices. On paper, she'll finish the mornings class with ease and have extra time to practice some new things.

In reality? Paper is flimsy, especially when its accountability is held by a fleeting mind. It's hard to bask in the world when unwanted questions plague her head. Mostly revolving around a certain redhead. God, fuck her. Fuck her pretty eyes and fuck her sculpted face and fuck her euphonious voice. Does everyone who sees Ra'jah see her patheticness? How she allowed some cunt to infiltrate her mind, set up home in her head and take up all the space? Let her infect every cell in the brain like a parasite until her skull is nothing but an infiltrated shell for an infestation caught up with infatuation?

"Ra'jah, you good?" The girl sat across from her, Trinity, piped up, and Ra'jah had to bite back a smile. The icy, timid girl she met just a few weeks ago was starting the conversation.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You just looked a little spaced out"

"Nah, it's just that this class is a breeze an' I'm just thinking about a project for another class"

"Mmm"

"Plus it's hard to just think of designs when there's no inspiration"

"I mean, we're supposed to practice gathering and making ruffles right now"

"Oh shit! We are?"

"Yeah girl!" Ra'jah, shaking her head at herself, finally picked up some of the fabric around her and got to work. "You'll be alright?"

"Oh don't worry about me! I'm all good"

"Okayyy if you need anything just yell" Ra'jah replied with a hum and a nod. Watching the girl running the fabric under the machine, memories of the first time they'd talked flashed, days of the nearly silent girl feeling so distant.

"I really like your earrings" The girl raised her head, looking left and right a little as if making sure it was directed at her.

"Thanks." She mumbled, vaguely looking at Ra'jah's direction.

"If you don't mind, where'd you get them?"

"Uh, I thrifted it."

"Oh, cool" Ra'jah smiled, before quickly adding "Thanks". The raven haired girl didn't reply. The start of the intriguing game of 'does she hate me, is she shy, or both?'

After all the awkward attempts made for the quiet girl to be comfortable and maybe make a friend, a sense of pride rang through her. She met Kylie and Trinity here a mere month ago, and yeah, maybe she could be nice. She could walk the fineline of warm socialization without being annoying. The new Ra'jah doesn't do unnecessary mean quips just for the sake of a little power rush. She can be authentically her while being polite. New Ra'jah makes friends- not enemies.

"Oh by the way" Ra'jah snapped her head up at Trinity's voice

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I know it's a little random but do you know what you're gonna be for Halloween?"

"Huh. Well, I haven't really thought about it" Ra'jah remarked, "I just don't care for Halloween and all that"

"Really? Girl, you're not gonna do anything, dress up, go out, nothing?"

"Baby all that work and money for some costume I'll wear once? No ma'am- and the fuck will I do, I barely have ideas for school!"

"Hey, you could wear anything and it's a costume. Wear a black dress, you're a cat"

"You think I'm that basic?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck you" She snorted, and Trinity had a goofy smile, looking at Ra'jah with a sense of familiar fondness. "And thanks, really, but I don't care for all that spooky shit anyways"

"Damn, alright!" Teeth out and all, she laughed. The blonde on the right leaned in a little, a pleasant opposition of Trinity's hesitation is Kylie's eagerness

"Jesus Ra'jah, what did Halloween do to you?" The southern girl butts in. "You could dress as the grinch of Halloween, steal children's candy"

"You know what, yeah, I'll be a sluttified grinch"

"You're kinda built the same already" Trinity joins with a grin

"Hey!"

"Sluttified? Are you implying the grinch isn't sexy enough?" Ra'jah choked a little at that, found herself smiling with some dopey content, at what exactly she's not sure.

"Do ya'll think being the grinch would count as like, being a furry?" Trinity asked, voice dripping in an odd amount of seriousness.

"What? Baby no" Kylie jumped in. "Yes! absolutely, how would it NOT?" Trinity argues, and maybe it's the easiness of everything. Of how nice it is to just fall into banter when you let people in. Bouncing off the two girls, she doesn't need to think of how to be funny, how to one up herself, remind everyone of why she's worthy. She can just, be. And that warrants a smile.

With Ra'jah's elbow propped on the table, she rested her cheek against her palm to face forward, before turning a little to face Trinity

"But why do ya ask Trin? About Halloween"

"Oh, kinda last minute but I just want some ideas to figure mine out" She shrugs, and Kylie leans over once more. It's a little heartwarming, how physically close she always instinctively wants to be.

"Oh! Are you going to the Halloween party this weekend?"

"Nah parties aren't really my thing"

"Awh, but it'll be fun!"

"Yeah standing in a mass of people I won't talk to will be so fun"

"Fine- Ra'jah, are you goin'?" Rajah turns her head to follow the voices like a cat keeping up with a beam of light.

"Uh..."

"RIGHT, forgot, Halloween's not your thing". A party where she can have a disguise, let loose and have fun. It feels almost embarrassing to admit to her newfound friends that she's never been to a party, and the thought of a Halloween party didn't even cross her mind. Maybe Halloween isn't not her thing, it's just not something she'd indulge in. For reasons. Like, schoolwork.

"Welllllll…" Ra'jah hummed, dragging on with a small grin

"OH the prospect of partying changes things huh?"

"You know, me an' Halloween, we complicated okay!" They laugh, but Ra'jah's left thinking. New or old Ra'jah both, spends a little too much time in the internal realm of the brain.

The class falls silent except the murmurs of the buzzing machines, and the three chatter in whispers. Although usually it's mostly her and Kylie with occasional injections of confirmation from Trinity

"You're insane if you think spaghettini is better than fettuccine" Kylie protested "Spaghettini is literally the objective worst"

"Says who?!" Ra'jah paused sewing to look up at Kylie in defiance

"Me!"

"Trinity which is better"

"Huh? Ya'll It's too early for this." Trinity complained.

"Oh, says the bitch who asked if the grinch was a furry" Ra'jah retorted, but Trinity brushed her off to look at Kylie "Oh wait! Also, Kylie, what're you gonna be for Halloween?" She gave a little snicker before answering

"Don't come for me but honestly? Was thinking about being a cat"

"AAAAAH!" Ra'jah and Trinity erupted laughing.

"But like, a hot one okay!" Ra'jah quickly tried to redeem herself.

"You'll be the hottest ass cat around" Plus, worse comes to worst, Ra'jah will be a witch or something, and they can be hot and basic together.

When the class ended, they packed their things, and exchanged their goodbyes

"I'll see y'all around!"

"See you! Good luck on your textile project Trin"

"Thanks!" She waved, yelling a final "Bye!"

"Bye!" The three part, and Ra'jah makes her way to her second class. History of costume and design was next, and quickly weighing it out, she decided to take a quicker path through the halls. Suddenly, the weight of a body knocked at her side, the two stumbling around for a few seconds. A gust of papers had fallen from both parties' arms, and landed on the floor.

"Oh shit! I'm so-" Scarlet cuts herself off when she looks up at whom she's bumped into.

"Maybe watch where you're going" Ra'jah snorts out of sheer instinct, squatting down to gather her papers where Scarlet follows suit, just a little too close. The vague, sweet scent of strawberries she gives off is suffocating.

"Maybe if you weren't such a stuck up cunt taking up half the hallway I wouldn't hit you" The attention sends a masochistic jolt down her spine

"Uh oh someone's in a bad mood. Stuck up cunt that's a new one! Love the creativity. You should drop out of this school and be a writer" As much as she screamed internally to just shut the fuck up and get your things, it was so easy to slip back to this.

"Thanks but I'm good! When you fail out this year you can give it a try"

"Baby, me? Fail out?" Please don't imply that. Please don't make me doubt that I can and deserve to be here. I don't want to seek approval from others, but I can't help but be hurt at disapproval. Of course, her thoughts don't verbalize as the words that come out of her mouth. "That's a lot of talk for a girl who probably spends more hours getting fucked than studying" Before she can think it through, process the flash of hurt on her face and the way her fingers tense around the last piece of paper, before Ra'jah can really understand the weight of her own words she continues. "But I guess that's how you get yo' A's right?"

Their exchanges were in aggressive whispers, hushed to anyone above them. To most people, they'd find a sight of two girls muttering to one another while they pick up some things they've dropped.

"You're so much prettier when you're quiet" Scarlet huffed, standing up in one swift motion. Those words aren't a compliment. Like, at all. So why does Ra'jah's dumb, twisted heart stop for a second? The implied connection of herself and 'pretty' slows her body and slurs her mind until she's pushing herself up off the ground in slow motion. It's been so many months of mundanity, the small interaction felt all so familiar and foreign and exciting at the same time.But the haziness of her words and their little games makes her forget for a second of what the fuck just happened, and a wave of patheticness washed over her as she started to walk, eyes focused at the cream walls. For all her hemming and hawing, Ra'jah hasn't. Fucking. Changed.

A rush of everything dives into her guts, a sick adrenaline coated in dread, self loathing and the slight urge to cry, nestling in her stomach like a bird claiming a branch as it's home. Her skin was electric, and she hated to admit she loved it, the thrill of interacting with her, cattiness and all. Imagine feeling this much from fucking bumping into someone? Fingers clenched, nails digging in her own palms at how much she hates her. Intense emotions are a high of their own, and Ra'jah can't help but indulge. The piercing sting of her flesh being pressed in with her nails is intensified as she listens for the faint voice of that lanky girl always accompanying Scarlet.

"You good Scarlet?"

"Yeah, thanks" She can't look back, but she can't help but wonder- are they hugging? Holding hands? It doesn't- it shouldn't matter to her. The fun amusement pales in comparison to the misery settling in. The realization that she's fighting with Scarlet like they're 16 at the back of English class.

Of all the schools, why'd that girl have to come here? Of all the things to pursue, why the same as herself? Of all the people, why'd it have to be her? Ra'jah didn't have the audacity to explore the last question. What she means, she's not too sure. The only thing in the world she's sure of is that she can't be both New Ra'jah™ and Old Ra'jah™ to different people. The line between the two existences isn't so bold anymore, and painting over the bumps isn't as effective as she'd hoped.

***

Truth be told, watching herself move around in skirts was one of her favorite things- just about tied with watching others watch her. Maybe that's why she joined cheer in highschool. Especially with the support from (or, lack of thereof) a certain grimacing purple haired girl, a runaway model from a fashion show who wound up wandering this school. She never needed to turn and look, didn't need sight to know there's a burn at her back, nor who it's radiating from. Scarlet always walked with just a bit of a straighter back, just a bit more purpose, and just a bit more stride in her step when her favorite pair of wandering eyes were around. A small part of her always wants to turn around, catch her gaze and watch her frantically look away and pretend she's talking to someone. Or maybe she'll hold it, stare back with just as much intensity. But her wistful attention is enough of an ego boost. The scowl ridden bitch, smile washed away just for her, and yet that's where her attention lied. It made her bite back a smile.

Scarlet is a pretty thing, and she didn't need constant confirmation to remind her that she's beautiful. She's hot, she knows it, Ra'jah knows it, and Scarlet knows that's all she is to her. A pretty thing. Whatever. She's not important.

In fear of her brain melting, and/or being fried to a crisp, Scarlet doesn't bother having two classes back to back. Her mental capacity is full, and a nice salad will probably help with that. She's on her way to meet with Yvie for lunch, thinking about their weekend plans, when she takes a misstep and stumbles, all her weight focused in her shoulder which slams against someone else's side.

"Oh shit! I'm so-" the universe is an asshole. May the odds never be in my favor.

"Maybe watch where you're going" Her sneer is venomous, and the universe has suddenly become just the second biggest asshole.

"Maybe if you weren't such a stuck up cunt taking up half the hallway I wouldn't hit you" Ra'jah didn't do anything, a rational voice lectures, but she ignores it the way she's ignoring the taller girls face. Scarlet's grabbing at her papers, avoiding eye contact because that selfish pile of shit on her right takes up enough space as is, and if she looks into her eyes, sees that stupid fucking face this close she might do something bad. Like, in the sense of, punching her. Yeah, she can't look at her or she'll beat her up. Because that's a fight she'd win.

"Uh oh someone's in a bad mood. Stuck up cunt that's a new one! Love the creativity. You should drop out of this school and be a writer" Ra'jah snides, and she needs to drop out before Scarlet gets grey hair from her.

"Thanks but I'm good! When you fail out this year you can give it a try" Her words are about as empty as her own stomach, because she hasn't eaten since last night, and Ra'jah will quit fashion school and become a science engineer before she fails out.

"Baby, me? Fail out?" Yeah, with the flawless outfit you're wearing that you sure as hell made just because you were bored one night. Your pants could literally be sold as a luxury brand. The girl who started sewing when she a embryo in the womb, you'll fucking fail out. "That's a lot of talk for a girl who probably spends more hours getting fucked than studying- But I guess that's how you get yo' A's right?" Scarlet looks up, not at Ra'jah but away from the ground, and the urge to yell, hit her, and cry come up at the same time. She wants to scream, get everyone in hearing range to know that Ra'jah is a loser who will amount to nothing. She wants to reach out and choke her. But articulating her anger into words is too much, and she ends up just whispering whatever words are willing to come out as she gets up, not caring if she left any papers behind.

"You're so much prettier when you're quiet" And that's the closest thing to honest Scarlet's said all day.

In the distance, she sees Yvie walking towards her, so she waits until the freshly dyed green haired girl is caught up beside her.

"You good Scarlet?"

"Yeah, thanks" The two walk together, side by side, and Scarlet loops her arm through Yvie's, linking the pair.

"You know, Scarlie, you should stop wearing heels before you break your ankles"

"Hey!" She giggled, slapping the taller girl's arm in response. "I never fall, people just get in my way" Yvie scoffs, unable to stop the corners of her lips turning up and giving her away, forever endeared by the shorter girl. Scarlet's affection makes her forget that they've only known each other for a month. They reach a set of blue doors, and Yvie opens it, holding it for Scarlet to come through. Her face seems puzzled

"Are you down to go to Mika's Cafe? I want to get some coffee"

"Sure, they have nice breakfast sandwiches and omelettes, I'm down" It's only a few minutes away from campus

"What's on your mind"

"Just like, school stuff. I have to make a dress for creative fashion design, and I'm just thinking about it, and what I wanna do" Would it be tmi to blurt that Ra'jah is insufferable?

"Cool," Yvie hummed, and spiteful words cycled through Scarlet's head, deciding on what exactly to say, before Yvie beats her to it, whipping her head in some seeming urgency

"OH by the way, I know you're busy with your project and you're determined on getting in the top 5 and all,"

"Uh huh"

"Buuuuut, there's a Halloween party this weekend, and I was gonna go with Brooke and her friends but they're not going anymore," Scarlet knows how Yvie feels about Brooke, and to be fair she's only met her a few times in passing, but how someone like Yvie could fall for someone as uptight as the boring blonde is beyond her. She doesn't dare bring up another possibility of why her dorm mate would be avoiding the stoic girl, a possibility involving a particularly hot headed latina glued to the Canadians side. "They decided clubbing downtown would be more fun or whatever," They're outside on the pavement now, and the afternoon breeze graces their skin. It's a welcome environment, and Scarlet slows down her pace to enjoy the air, with Yvie quickly matching her pace.

"Wouldn't you rather go clubbing though? Like not with Brooke and them but with others," Scarlet is friendly and all, but she swears Yvie is somehow friends with half the school. She sure as hell can find a group to go with.

"I guess, but I want to go to the party," she quiets a little as she continues, "There are some people I want to see there, for fun and stuff"

"Mmmm!" Scarlet widens her eyes, looking at the taller girl with a knowing glare, sprinkled with a teeny bit of judgement.

"It's kinda lame to go there alone!"

"No it's not!"

"Scarls, yeah it is"

"Why do you even care? Wanna impress some girls?" In response, Yvie rolled her eyes so hard Scarlet could practically feel it.

"'Cause you want me to go to a fun Halloween party by myself?

"Yes! You could walk up to anyone and there's like an 80% chance you already know them, and a 100% chance you'll become friends anyways" The quirky girl's charm is undeniable, she'll be fine without Scarlet. Yvie gives a defeated sigh

"Seems kinda homophobic"

"Ugh you know what's actually homophobic? The fact that more people aren't madly in love with me. I'm LITERALLY perfect" The prospect of love feels like it's been dangled infront of her, her whole life. Imagine looking like Scarlet, and never dated before?

"You're right girl, you are" Yvie laughed her deep, hearty cackle and Scarlet wanted to melt a little.

"Thank you, finally someone with taste" Looking at her outfit, she remembers that the tall girl's taste is kind of debatable, and Scarlet almost wants to say she takes it back

"You think Ra'jah has good taste then?"

"What?"

"Also a party seems like the best way to meet more people y'know?" She brushes over her last question, and it's much better that way.

"You know what, whatever 'll go with you" Scarlet agrees so she'll shut up. If she hears her roommate bring up she-who-shall-not-be-named-because-shes-a-stick-in-the-ass anymore she might lose her mind. And, she really doesn't have any other plans for the night so might as well.

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AN: going to be a while for the next chapter bc im busy so here's a lil thing lol xo

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They weren't supposed to meet here. Weren't supposed to see each other. At least, that's what Scarlet tries to tell herself.

"You are such a fucking pain, oh my god" Scarlet seethed because everything is hazy except the impassive girl standing before her and she can't think straight. Her cold eyes are apathetic and Scarlet wants to implode, like a glass thermostat engulfed in a burning heat where it's not a question of if, but an inevitable when? "Maybe I am arrogant" Her voice was coated in a sickly sweet frustration. She pushed further into Ra'jah's space, the taller girl stiffening at the ever decreasing space between the two. How can she be so still, so unreactive? This is all so amusing to her? Is she having fun, so fucking detached from everything and watching Scarlet crumble? Pretending like she cares about Scarlet past her pretty face? Enjoying her sadistic game? Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.

"Maybe I am narcissistic" Their faces were inches apart, and Ra'jah could feel the angry womans hot breathe on her cheek, the pungent smell of alcohol intruding her nose.

"But I'd rather be a confident, arrogant narcissist than whatever kind of sad fuck you are"

Scarlet growled, and she wanted to breathe fire, burn Ra'jah's existence out of her mind and scream at everything she felt because of her. Except that she sees her, and wants her, wants to hurt her and touch her and without thinking her hands are digging around Ra'jah's waist.

"You are such-" Scarlet was interrupted as the other girl leaned in, framed the shorter girl's face with both her hands, and pressed her lips against Scarlets. Any thoughts or mental functionality she had were put to an abrupt stop. This wasn't supposed to happen. It's been so long, but no time has passed since they were last like this. The plug to her brain was pulled, and it's all static and her bodys done a full 180. Ra'jah's piercing lips are numbing, and her overheated body feels like it's been dunked in ice where all her nerves are all in shock. They weren't supposed to do this anymore, it's the only thing they've ever been able to agree on. She was frozen, unable to move, or think, far too busy being hyper focused on the familiar sugary lips on hers, sending waves of nostalgia through her body. Time has only heighted the intoxication. She gains some composure and surges forward, but Ra'jah's pulling away, opening her mouth to finally say something.

"You're so much prettier when you're quiet"

#rpdr fanfiction #as6 #ra'jah o'hara #scarlet envy #trinity k bonet #kylie sonique love #yvie oddly #ra'jah x scarlet #enemies to lovers #lesbian au #fashion school au #a series of mutual feelings #pazinae #concrit welcome

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Knights of the Night (ch 22)

Chapter 22

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14, ch 15, ch 16, ch 17, ch 18, ch 19, ch 20, ch 21, ch 22

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count:

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France, human trafficking

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j @daechwitad-2 @zobadak @fallenstar-7

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing...

Catalina figured she was in hell when the first thing she felt was fire. It was burning her from the inside out. It was a pain she had never felt before, completely blinding, completely debilitating. The only thought that consumed her was make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

The fire felt like it was licking at her veins for what felt like eternity. At some point, she became aware of her body, namely, her face, which began feeling as though it was being stretched to its limits. The only thing she could liken this pain to was how allergy season made her face feel in the mornings: swollen and full. It was a similar feeling, but a thousand-fold. It eventually moved to her jaw. She felt like her teeth would fall out if this continued. She felt as if her jaw would come unhinged if this didn’t stop. This pain overwhelmed the fire, which was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the fire was sharp and all consuming, a curse because this pain was almost worse. A curse because Catalina was sure her face was being torn apart.

Every time she thought she couldn’t take any more, the fire or the pain in her face would persist, keeping her in an immovable state even longer. When would this end? Would it ever? She felt as though this kind of pain had been described to her before, but she couldn’t be sure. She had to be in hell. She died, right? She remembered dying. She must be in hell.

It felt like absolute eternity, but eventually, the pain began subsiding. Every time it would lessen slightly, she would thank whatever deity was doing this to her. The more it subsided, the more room for memory made its home in her mind. She died. Amanda slit her throat. Her friends. Jimin was beside her, a knife to his throat as well. Did they kill him too? She hoped not, but she figured it was likely. Hoseok wasn’t there. She hoped he was found, and that he was okay. The others as well. She hoped they were all okay.

Jungkook. He wouldn’t be okay. If Catalina was really dead, and Jungkook survived, he would be having a hard time right about now. And she really, really hoped he did survive. She wished she could have said goodbye to him, and given him one last kiss, told him she loved him one last time. But she didn’t, and she hoped he could get through this. She didn’t want that sweet, intelligent, beautiful boy to be ruined by this. She hoped he could keep living.

The pain continued to subside and consciousness came to her in small segments. This was when she realized that she wasn’t dead. Through the haze of pain, she managed to open her eyes. Everything was quite blurry, but she recognized the room she was in. The lighthouse painting gave it away.

Her bout of consciousness didn’t last long. She fell back into a daze, the pain coming in waves now.

The next time she opened her eyes, the room was bright. Too bright. It hurt her eyes. But she could turn her head to the side. Jimin was beside her. His eyes were closed and his body was twitching every now and then. There was an awful scar across his neck.

The third time she opened her eyes, the room was dark and there was a hand gripping her own. The pain was still there, but it was dull. There was a new feeling slowly clawing its way up her throat. Jimin was still lying beside her. They looked at each other. It was his hand that was in hers. His eyes looked scared; Catalina was sure she looked scared too. She was beginning to understand what was happening to her. And when she looked into Jimin’s eyes, her suspicions were confirmed. His eyes were bright red. Bloodshot and terrified, but his irises were red.

Voices were chattering over her, but they were faint and garbled, as if she were underwater. She wanted to say something to Jimin, but she still couldn’t move much. He looked like he wanted to speak too. She found that she could move her fingers, so she squeezed his hand, hoping it would provide some kind of comfort. He squeezed back. She felt a smile twitch at her lips before falling back into her sleep.

This sleep was painless, at least, as painless as it could get. There was a persistent soreness at the back of her throat, but otherwise, she was able to sleep peacefully.

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“Keep your feet planted and your knees bent,” Jungkook said. His hands were on her bare waist, his chest pressing up close to her to her back. She figured that wasn’t necessary, he didn’t do that to Hoseok, or Taehyung, but she certainly didn’t mind. Having him close meant she could hear his heart speed up. It meant she could smell the blood rushing to his face. It was cute. He was cute.

“When you’re on the water, and once you stand up and get your footing, just stay calm and let the wave move you,” he said. “It’s gonna feel like you’re falling at first, just keep your balance and carve your way down.”

“And if you fall off, it’s just the water,” said Jin, who was waxing his own board a few feet away. “No harm.”

“Right, no harm,” Jungkook said, his hand wandering to her butt.

She giggled and turned around to face him.

“Did Hoseok get this treatment when you taught him?” she asked with a wide smile on her face.

“Not that he would mind even a little bit,” said Jungkook. “But this is only reserved for my favorite students.”

“Ooh, so Jimin got this too,” Catalina said, winding her arms over his bare shoulders. He threw his head back and laughed. This was her favorite sound. The waves crashing along the beach, Jungkook’s laughter, his heart beating against hers. It was like her favorite song, a song she never wanted to end.

Catalina leaned up to press her lips against his, the board wobbling in the sand beneath their feet.

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The pain in her throat was the thing to finally wake her up. She didn’t want to wake up, she was thoroughly enjoying her dream, but it was distracting. It was like waking up starving, but this hunger was all consuming. It was the only thing she could think about. She needed to take care of this first, before anything else.

When she opened her eyes, she was still in the same room. The lighthouse painting stared back at her, along with Taehyung’s other art. A charcoal sketch of Yoongi sprawled across a couch made her smile. She felt a body shift beside her. Jimin was still asleep, curled up to her side. Catalina pet his head, pushing his hair away from his face. His hair felt extra silky and his face was way prettier than she remembered. He had always been an attractive man, but he looked ethereal right now with his face relaxed and the morning sun illuminating his features.

Catalina sat up abruptly. She glanced at his neck. It was smooth and unblemished. No scar in sight. She felt her own neck. It felt smooth as well. She leapt off the bed and stumbled over to the vanity. Controlling her movements was difficult. There was a power behind every movement that she’s never felt before. It reminded her of playing a video game with the sensitivity on the controller turned all the way up.

She looked at herself in the mirror and let out a gasp. Her eyes were red, just like she suspected. Her skin was smoother than she’d ever seen it. Her hair was shiny and fuller than usual, laying just right over her shoulders and around her face. Radiant. She looked radiant. She wanted to keep looking at herself, but the craving she felt was getting distracting again. She needed to find something to satisfy it before she went insane.

That’s when she heard it. It was faint, very faint, but she was sure it was there. Downstairs. A heart was beating. A heart was pumping blood, which she could smell all the way from here. And it smelled divine. She needed, needed, to get a taste. She knew that if she could get a taste, the pain in the back of her throat would go away. The twisting in her stomach would subside.

She took one step toward the door before it swung open, revealing Taehyung.

“You’re awake,” he said with a smile.

“I need to go downstairs,” Catalina said.

Taehyung shook his head. “You shouldn’t. I’ll get you what you need up here.”

“I need to go down there,” she said again, moving toward the door. Taehyung closed it and put his back to it.

“No, you don’t,” he said, the smile falling from his face. “You don’t need to go down there. You will regret it if you go down there.”

Realization hit Catalina like a truck. That heartbeat belonged to someone. She didn’t want to hurt them, whoever it was. If she went down there, she most certainly wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“Who’s down there?” she asked. “I won’t go down there, I promise.”

Taehyung sighed and said, “It’s Jungkook. I told him it wasn’t a good idea to wait around here, but he insisted.”

Catalina felt her chest flutter. He was alive! He was here!

“Can I see him?” she asked. “I know I shouldn’t, but I promise I’ll control myself, you guys will be there…”

“That’s not a good idea right now,” said Taehyung. “Let me get you something to drink first, then we’ll talk. You look crazy right now.”

“No, I don’t!” she said, looking at herself in the mirror again. Her eyes were crazed, her pupils blown out bigger than the last time she saw herself in the mirror. Okay, maybe she did look crazy. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to see Jungkook just yet.

She turned back around, but Taehyung was gone. She went to the bed. Jimin was still sleeping soundly. He didn’t seem like he was in pain anymore. He looked peaceful, his little snores making Catalina’s nose scrunch in a smile.

Taehyung came back in with a full plastic grocery bag. He dumped it out onto the vanity and Catalina’s eyes widened. She lunged for one of the blood bags, not bothering with the valve on top. She bit right into it, her teeth piercing through without resistance. She gulped it down as fast as she could, squeezing every last drop from it. Nothing had ever tasted so good. Taehyung held the empty grocery bag out to her.

“In here please,” he said. “Don’t drip on my floor.”

Catalina threw her garbage into the bag and grabbed another one.

She sucked ten bags dry before finally feeling normal again.

Taehyung chuckled as he tied off the grocery bag and set it aside.

“You’re going to have to pee a million times later,” he said.

“Vampires pee?” she asked.

“I mean, yeah. Where do you think all that liquid goes?” he asked.

“I guess I never thought about that,” she said. “I’m starting to realize that vampirism isn’t as magical as I thought.”

“It’s really not,” said Taehyung. “Namjoon wrote some biology books on us. They’re in the library if you ever want to give them a read. I would highly suggest that.”

Catalina collapsed into the cushioned wicker chair in the corner. Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at Jimin. He ran a gentle hand through Jimin’s hair, tucking it away from his eyes and letting his thumb brush against his cheek. All of a sudden, Catalina felt like she was intruding.

Jimin stirred, mumbling something under his breath and rolling onto his back. Taehyung took his hand and stroked his knuckles, keeping his eyes on Jimin’s sleeping face.

“Did you turn him?” Catalina asked. Taehyung nodded.

“It was selfish of me,” he said. “I know he didn’t want this, and I did it anyway. But I couldn’t lose him. Not again.”

“Again?” Catalina asked.

“I think he’s Adrianna,” said Taehyung. Catalina’s jaw dropped. He glanced up and noticed her shock. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

Catalina shrugged.

“I do,” said Taehyung. “I think he might be Adrianna. He reminded me of her from the moment I met him. And if he isn’t, then he’s my second soulmate. People can have multiple soulmates, did you know that?”

“I never really believed in soulmates,” said Catalina.

“Well, I do,” said Taehyung. “So, whatever the case is, I couldn’t lose him. He’s too important.”

“I understand,” said Catalina, thinking of Jungkook. She wanted to see him. But she was worried she wouldn’t be able to control herself. Her craving was no longer overwhelming, but she could still smell him, and he smelled incredible. She could still hear his heart beating.

“Who turned me?” she asked.

“Hoseok,” said Taehyung.

“Is he okay? I never saw him again since the beginning of the raid,” said Catalina.

“He is okay,” said Taehyung. “He was hurt really badly during the fight, but he healed up fast. He’s downstairs if you want to see him.”

“I want to see Jungkook,” said Catalina.

“You need a chaperone for that,” said Taehyung. Catalina wanted to argue, but she knew he was right.

Just then, Jimin’s eyes fluttered open.

“Taehyungie?” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

“I’m right here, Jiminie,” said Taehyung, smiling down at him.

“I’ll go find Hoseok,” Catalina said, slipping out the door. Neither of them seemed to have heard her.

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Chapter 4

Confrontations and Truths

It was almost 5:30, the dusk was setting in as Alec walked out of his office, mumbling something under his breath. He looked around to find a taxi which he got after 5 minutes, then got in and left for Catarina's house.

*At Catarina's apartment*

Catarina was pacing in her living room, glancing at the clock again and again. Her worries were deepening with each passing second when her doorbell rang. Sighing, she waved her hands and opened the door.

Alec walked inside and gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, Cat! I'm.... 15 minutes late." He said while hugging her gently.

"That's not what I'm concerned about Alec, you asked me to meet you urgently and not tell Magnus about our meeting at all, what's going on!?"

He was about to answer when a soft voice echoed the whole house.

"Aallleeecccc!"

Madzie came running down the hall and hugged Alec's leg who was around Alec's waist height now. She was growing faster and learned a lot in all these years. Catarina had officially adopted her, and they formed a really great bond over the course of years.

A wide smile appeared on Alec's face as he bent down to her height and gave her a tight hug. "Hey, sweet pea!"

"Magnus didn't come?" She asked in a sad voice.

"No, sweet pea, I had some important work with your mom, that's why I came. We'll surely come soon to meet you, okay?"

"Okay!" she said enthusiastically, her sadness completely gone.

"Hey Mads! Go to your room sweetheart, we have some important work to discuss." Catarina said to her softly but a slight tone of worry was visible in her voice.

"Okay mommy, bye Alecc!"

"Bye, sweet pea!"

After she left, Catarina sighed, crossed her arms above her chest, and glared at Alec. "Alec! Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Cat! Calm down, can we please sit and talk?"

Catarina sighed yet again. They walked towards her mini balcony where there was a coffee table with two wooden chairs placed around it. She waved her hands and summoned a hot coffee for herself and hot chocolate with marshmallows for Alec.

"Thank you!" Alec said as he sat down on the chair.

Catarina was still looking at him firmly.

"So, to answer your question, Magnus is not fine."

"What!? Alec! What happened to him, has his powers-"

"Cat! Cat! Calm down! There's nothing wrong with him. He's completely fine, he's just not fine emotionally."

"Emotionally!?"

"Look, Cat, it's our anniversary in 6 days, I want to do something for him for which I'll be needing the help of a warlock, and I obviously can't take Magnus' help, so that's why I wanted to meet you."

Catarina let out a breath of relief, which she didn't know was holding. "Alec, I'm still confused, how is Magnus' mental health and your surprise plan related?"

Alec took a deep breath and composed himself before speaking. "You're aware of the biggest attack that happened in Alicante about a month ago, which almost resulted in war?"

"Yes, Alec, I obviously am, that's the reason I'm in Alicante. They needed the powerful warlocks from around the globe to fix the broken wards, you know it really well those are no ordinary wards. But, what about it?" a frown appeared on her forehead, not understanding where this was headed.

"Well, in that attack, I was in the field and Magnus was also called. It was not a small attack so they called everyone that can fight that battle. We both were on the field fighting side by side, but..." Alec cleared his throat, his eyes starting to flood with tears with those memories.

"Alec?" Catarina asked softly.

Alec closed his eyes and a teardrop fell on his cheek. "I... I almost died in that battle."

"What!?" Catarina's eyes went wide. "Oh my god! Alec... why nobody told me about this!? Why am I hearing about it now?"

"You were at the Spiral Labyrinth, Cat. We wouldn't be able to contact you even if we wanted. And, you know Magnus, he hates talking about things like these."

Catarina sighed and gave a slow nod.

"Anyways, I was in a coma for 10 days. My recovery was really slow, but I recovered. I knew Magnus was by my side the whole time, I was able to hear him, hear everything happening beside me, I heard him crying, begging me to wake up, to not leave him this soon, that... he won't be able to live without me, he cried on my arms, didn't sleep for a day!" He paused as tears kept running down his face.

Catarina gently squeezed his arms.

"When I recovered and went back home, he didn't allow me to go back to work for days. I had to convince him, remind him that I'm an inquisitor, I don't have that much fieldwork now, but... he never was able to get over it." He took a deep breath and continued.

"He told me he was fine, but I know he's not Cat! He still cries at night, thinking I'm asleep and not hearing him. whenever I've come home early, I've heard him crying, saying things like... like I'll die someday in a battle or I'll grow old one day and die and leave him forever. But I've always ignored it, knowing that I won't be able to comfort him no matter how hard I try to. And also, because he thinks he's hiding from me. If I confront him, he'll become defensive and more secretive, he'll push me away."

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Catarina reached out and gave his shoulder a light squeeze. When he opened his eyes, tears were shining brightly in them.

"I... I can't see him like that, Cat! He had a past full of pain, he had been in and out of relationships, had bad ones like Camille. You know all about it better than me, I know he's scared that I'll grow old one day and die. My mortality is scaring him, I love him and I'm worried about him."

"Oh my! Alec... I can't believe Magnus didn't say a word to me. But how can I help you with this?"

"I... Is... I... I... Is...."

"Alec!?" Catarina frowned, her mind going only in one direction with Alec's confrontation.

"I want to become immortal!" He announced.

At first, Catarina's eyes went wide, but then a light smile appeared on her face. "Look, Alec, I'm happy to see the love you have for Magnus, but becoming immortal-"

"It's not just for Magnus, Cat! I'm doing it for myself as well. I want to be with Magnus forever. I can't think of being apart from him even for a day, and, about watching my whole family dying in front of my eyes, with Magnus being by my side, I know I'll handle it!"

Catarina was so awestruck by his determination. 'Magnus is really lucky to have Alec, I'm so happy for you Magnus Bane!' she thought. "But there's one more problem, Alec, you have pure angel blood running in your veins, if you want to become immortal-"

"You think I came without homework, Cat!?" He took out a piece of paper from his pants pocket and kept it on the table. She took it and carefully opened it but then her eyes went wide.

"Wha... Alec, from where did you get this?"

"I was looking through the history of Shadowhunters and Immortals when I got this. The only thing I got to know this far is that," he pointed at the sketch on paper, "his name was Kasper Windermere, the first Shadowhunter to become immortal, half angel and half Shadowhunter, he became half-angel through a spell, but I'm not able to find the rest of it."

Catarina's eyes were wide. Noticing that, Alec took her hand in his catching her attention.

"Look, Cat, I want to become immortal, but Shadowhunting is my life, my career, it's what I've taught since childhood, I can't just give up on it. And I know I'll regret if I become immortal by using demon blood, you all know me. So that's the only option I have. Please, help me Cat!"

She couldn't help but give a wide smile at Alec.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know, Magnus has been my best friend for centuries, I've seen him falling in and out of love, being with people, caring for them, and getting heartbroken but I've never seen anyone caring for Magnus the way you do. Magnus is really lucky to have you in his life. I'm really happy for both of you."

Alec's cheeks flushed red at this. "Thank you, Cat!"

"But for what you want, we need to search in every place possible. We can start with Book of White; Magnus gave it to me to keep it safe, I'll bring it."

"Okay, let's do it."

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* A Few hours later*

"There's only a small part of the spell mentioned in it, Alec." Catarina rubbed her temples as she turned the book towards Alec. They searched for hours but were only able to find a few details.

"Hmm... but that means it's possible right? We just need to find the rest of it." He was really happy with their findings.

"Alec, are you really sure? There's little mention of it, and... it's written there that it has consequences, that's why it's removed."

"What consequences?" He frowned.

"This spell is irreversible, so you can never turn back to mortal ever again and the only means that can kill you is.... is your own will, as an angel you'll only die when you desire to be."

"How is the other one a consequence?" He asked, confused.

"Alec, no one desires to die, and there's no mention whether Kasper Windermere is alive or dead."

"I don't see any problem with any of the above!"

Catarina sighed. "You are so determined, aren't you?"

"Cat, I can't see Magnus like this anymore. With our anniversary coming, I want to surprise him in the best way possible. I want our anniversary to be about him, his happiness, and I know he'll be happy, so yes, I'm determined to do anything which will make him happy. I'll look for more information tomorrow at Gard's library."

Catarina grinned then out of nowhere, giving him a tight hug. "Magnus Bane is a hell of a lucky man!"

Alec pulled out of the hug but then his eyes fell on his watch, it was 10:30. "Shit! Oh, no! Shit! Shit!"

"Alec, what happened?"

"We planned a dinner at 7 today and it's 10:30, Magnus is going to kill me, I need to run!" He said in a hurried tone.

Catarina laughed and shook her head. "Go, get your husband Alec!"

"Bye, Cat!" With that, Alec rushed out of Catarina's house.

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Magnus was pacing in their living room, eyeing the cold food kept at the kitchen counter and at the clock alternatively. It was almost 10:45. His eyes were filled with the pool of tears that were ready to shed at any moment.

'Where are you, Alexander? You promised you'd make it for dinner.' He sighed and started pacing again when a sudden thought struck him. 'Is... Is he all right? Did something happen to him? Did he go for the hunt? No, No! But he should be home by now then!'

He was about to change into his regular clothes to go out in search of him when he heard the jingle of keys and the door opened making him let out a breath of relief.

Alec walked in and noticed that Magnus was standing in the center of the living room with worry-filled eyes. 'Shit! I'm screwed' he thought then cleared his throat before speaking.

"I'm sorry, Magnus, I... Umm... I...." He kept shuffling in his place, unable to meet the eyes with his husband's.

"Where were you, Alexander?" Magnus almost choked on his words.

Alec noticed this, 'he was crying again, shit! I'm sorry Mags. Just a few more days and you never have to worry about it ever again' he thought.

"I... I was actually with Izzy; she was at the meeting too... I met her after a long time, so after we were both done with our work and meetings we decided to meet for a coffee. We met and started chatting and didn't realize the time. I'm sorry Mags! I should've texted you, I forgot, I'm really sorry." He said half truthfully, Izzy was at the meeting, but she was in a hurry so they only talked for 5 minutes, then she left but she's still in Alicante.

He then took out the flower bouquet he was hiding the whole time, with a sorry card placed on top of it. "I hope this will make up for it, I'm so sorry Magnus!"

Magnus was completely on the verge of crying right now, he was trying to hold his tears back, as he kept glancing between the bouquet and his husband. 'I missed my chance again, how am I supposed to say anything when you keep doing things like this' he thought, unable to keep his tears back he started crying.

"Magnus!?" Alec kept the bouquet on the couch then hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry Magnus, I'm sorry!" 'I know why you're crying Magnus, please don't be scared love, just a few more days!'

Magnus cried on Alec's shoulders, holding his jacket in his fists tightly. 'how am I supposed to tell you, Alexander, how am I supposed to tell you that... that I want to end our marriage, that I want to end us. I can't take it anymore, thinking that you'll be gone forever someday, and I, I'll have to live with those memories. I can't create more memories with you, Alexander. What happened a month ago had hurt me in ways you can't imagine. I can't do this anymore, the more I'll be with you, the more it'll hurt me when you'll be gone. I won't be able to bear that pain, I have to end us, I need to end us, but how am I even going to say it, when you keep showering me with your love' he cried harder on his shoulders.

#happily married #malec forever #malec fic #magnus bane #malec #asaab #angst with a happy ending #angst #fanfic authors #alec lightwood #fanfiction #fanfic #lightwood bane family #fantasy #wattpad writer #wattpad

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graceloveswolves · 4 years

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Embry Call Oneshot

Requested by @wolfpackgirlss

*Embry x Reader: Embry imprint is adopted and biracial with Spanish and Hawaiian and she gets made fun of at school and gets called racist things at your own comfort and Embry and Quil defends her *

I am not Hawaiian, and I also have the upmost respect towards ALL races and am not writing this to offend anyone, we are all beautiful :) 💜 ______________________________________________________________

I felt dread rise inside of my body, my ears still vibrating from the sound of the final bell that rang, signaling that our last class left of the day had begun. And unfortunately for me, that was the class I dreaded the most... art class. I sat down at the purple bench, between my boyfriend and our shared best friend, Quil. I looked up at the assignment on the board, trying my best to limit the eye contact from my other peers. The assignment was a simple task, as usual. The art teacher never made any effort to put together an actual assignment. She just sat in the corner of the classroom with her head stuck in a book, never saying more then one sentence each class. Usually I would be grateful for a teacher like that, however in this case sometimes I wish she would notice me and stand up for me. But I guess I’d just have to endure the stupid games the three jerks played on me until next year.

“I’ll go get the supplies, you two get your sketch books out.” Quil said, before getting up from the table, leaving me with Embry as my only protector. It wasn’t the lack of artistic skills that made me dread this class the most, although that was one of the minor reasons I hated the class, it was the fact that the three biggest jerks on the planet happened to be in the same class as me. And they just happened to love to pick on me and remind me every class what a sack of shit they thought I was.

As on cue, I felt a soft thud on the back of my head. I exchanged annoyed glances with Embry, knowing that the class was just beginning and they’ve already started their daily shenanigans. I looked down onto the table at the object that was hurtled my way, as it was just sitting there, waiting for me to open it. I had to force myself to not turn around to look at the culprit that threw it, I learned it was best to just pretend it didn’t happen.

Embry, without getting out of his seat, snatched the paper ball and tossed it effortlessly back over to the three jerks, smacking one of them right in the head. “Embry!” I hissed, grabbing his warm bicep with my tiny hands. Afraid that his actions would escalate the situation even more. “I will not sit here and watch some assholes throw crap at you, if you don’t do something about it then they’ll keep teasing you. Ask Quil.” He responded, gesturing towards the pale, curly haired boy, who was making his way back to our table.

It was true, before my best friend Quil had joined the pack, he was a short, tiny, scrawny dork who got picked on all the time. Both him and I for that matter, we were easy targets. But as soon as he came back, taller and stronger than most of the Quilete boys that went to our school, one kid decided to try his luck and pick on Quil, and easily got his ass handed to him. Not a single guy dared to pick on him ever since.

However, I wasn’t lucky enough to get the wolf gene. I was simply myself, different, which I wasn’t ashamed of, I love my heritage, I’m proud of it. I just didn’t like being called out for it and being treated unfair because of it. But I was still outnumbered and out weighed. So I was still stuck with an unfair battle of bullying. But I did have the entire pack as allies, well at least Embry and Quil, they were the only ones that knew of my problems that I had with being biracial.

“Alright, so now we have to figure out who wants to d-”

Quil stopped talking mid sentence and instantly reached over towards me, jerking me to the side. I caught myself against the table, Embry steadying my body with a swift grab of my forearm. Damn these special wolf reflexes. “Quil what the hell man?!” I exclaimed, turning around to see what he threw me out of the way for. My sight was fixated on the round chunk of wood that was resting in Quil’s palm.

I glanced up at Quil who was glaring behind me, no doubt at the boys who threw it. Oh no, oh no, no,no. “Please don’t. Do not go over there.” I whispered, looking over at Embry, and studying the look on his face, he looked like he was on Quil’s side. Without saying a word, he stood up, side by side with Quil. Anxiety shooting through my veins, I sat down, frozen. Too scared and in disbelief to do or say anything.

I watched as the two wolf boys walked over, towering over the three guys who looked suddenly very regretful of their actions. Embry was the first one to speak amongst the five of them.

“You boys have anything against my girlfriend? Hmh?” He glared down all three of the the boys, who looked too shocked to say anything. “You three think it’s so funny to pick on a girl who can’t even defend herself, do you think that makes you a man? Picking on an innocent girl? How would you feel if three men started treating your mother the way you’ve been treating Y/n?” Quil added in, standing nice and tall with his arms crossed. I started to feel less and less nervous, my heart swelling with gratitude and calmness.

“We didn’t know she was your girlfriend, we thought you guys were just friends. We’re sorry. We will stop.” The smallest one had chirped, however it didn’t seem like Embry and Quil were going to let it go just yet. Embry grabbed the collar of two of the guys shirts, Quil following his lead and grabbing the last ones collar, both leaning in and undoubtedly whispering threatening promises to the three bullies.

And on cue, one by one the bullies lined up towards me and started walking my way. I widened my eyes in surprise, looking over to the boys who were smirking, laughing slightly with each other. The first one came over, kneeling down towards my height.

“Uh, Y/n? I’m Derrick, and I just wanted to say I’m sorry for targeting you all these weeks. And if you need anything, I mean anything, you tell me a-and I’ll make sure to take care of any problems you have.” I bit my lip trying to hold the laugh inside of me. This was so painfully enjoyable, making me wonder what the hell the boys had said to Derrick in order for him to be telling me this stuff.

“Alright, thank you so much Derrick, I appreciate it.” I replied, watching Derrick nod his head and walk back over to his table. Then the second guy, the tiniest one had came over. “I actually think it’s cool you’re biracial, my aunt is biracial, very cool heritage, and I think you’re pretty. Very pretty.” The tiniest one said, occasionally looking behind me at my boyfriend who was giving him a warning look. “Not that I would ever get with you, I know you have a boyfriend, and I’m not trying to take you or anything, I ju-“

“Hey, it’s okay, I understand. Thank you.” I cut him off, before he dug himself an even bigger hole. To which he just turned around, going back over to Derrick, who was waiting for him at their table. Then the last one, he was in an old class with me in middle school, who ironically, used to get picked on as well.

“I really don’t know what to say but sorry, I crossed a line and I just hope maybe one day we can become friends. And forget all this and put in behind us. Honest.” He had reached his hand out for me to shake it, which I did, because I was not a petty person, plus who knows how much more classes I will have with them in the future.

Once the three boys were gone, I instantly turned to my two protectors. They both sat their with proud and accomplished looks on their faces. “What.Did.You.Say.” I questioned the two boys in disbelief in what had just happened moments ago. Quil just raised his eyebrows, lifting his hands up. I turned towards Embry, demanding an answer. “Hey, I’ll tell you one day. Promise.” Was all he said, starting to draw something down for the project I had totally forgotten we had to do.

I may have not ever found out what they said, but at the end of the day it didn’t matter. All that mattered was my friends having my back and making sure I was safe. And for that, I will always be grateful for the friendships I had been lucky enough to have made.

#twilight #werewolf x reader #wolfpack #embry call #werewolf x human #embry call x reader #twilight preferences #fluff #biracial #twilight x reader #embry call fluff #embry call preferences

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alexiessan · 4 years

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Never alone - Chapter Six - Soulmate AU

AO3

Previous - Here - Next

Master List

I’ve been playing Animal Crossing New Horizons non stop ever since its release. I’m completely addicted to this game.

If you want to share your Switch code or Island code (is that how it’s called in english?) with me, PM me, I would be very happy to visit your islands! I still can’t modify my island though, and I plan to destroy everything to start from zero haha.

Anyway, with this game, I have to remind myself that I have a story to write, and here is chapter 6!

They didn’t stay as late this time, and Marinette was grateful for it. As much as she wanted to spend time with Robin, she wanted to catch a little bit of sleep, but also have a talk with Tikki.

The kwami would not be pleased that her secret was out.

The designer let out a sigh after she bid goodbye to Robin. She wasn’t in the mood for one of Tikki’s lecture about her secret identity, she had enough of those for a lifetime if she were to be honest.

But she would feel guilty if she didn’t tell the tiny god about this new development, so there was no delaying it.

Taking the purse where the kwami of luck was sleeping in, she locked herself inside the bathroom, careful to not make any noise that could wake Alya up.

“Tikki, wake up!” she yell-whispered.

Tikki stirred for a little bit, blinking at her holder.

“Marinette? You’re back from your outing with Robin?” she whispered in return.

“Yeah, but something happened.”

This woke the little god at once.

“Wha-”

“Ssssh! Not so loud, you’re going to wake Alya up!”

They both looked at the bathroom’s door, as if the reporter was going to appear before them.

“Tikki, you’re not going to be happy, but Robin, along with his teammates know my identity. And Chat’s too.”

Tikki froze.

“How the hell is that possible?”

The bluenette explained what Robin had told her earlier.

“Of course, technology…” Tikki sighed. “I hate technology. Magic has not mixed well with it ever since it was invented. But for it to work, they must have one hell of a software. It’s normally easy to fool facial recognition by hiding a little bit of your face, so they must have a really powerful software.”

The god of creation looked at Marinette directly in the eyes, smiling softly.

“I’m not mad at you. I know that I’ve always been lecturing you about your identity and your duty as Ladybug, but this is not your fault. It’s not ideal, but at least it’s your soulmate and not some random people… And maybe they could help with the situation with Hawkmoth!” she concluded, excited.

“About that, they did call the JLE but were rejected…”

“So it’s only down to the two of you then…”

Speaking of Chat Noir…

“Oh no… Tikki, how is Chat Noir going to take it? That someone knows my identity and that it’s not him!”

Tikki’s face became grim.

“Are you going to tell him? I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“He’s my partner, of course I have to tell him!”

Tikki sighed.

“Look, Marinette. Chat Noir has been doing better ever since you had this serious conversation with him. He takes his job seriously, he stopped flirting and joking… But he still loves you. I’m afraid that if you tell him, he will take it hard and go back to the way he was before…”

“I get what you’re saying, but I trust Chat. I don’t think it will happen. Anyway, I won’t see him for another two weeks, it will give me time to find a way to bring it up to him.”

Marinette fell silent.

“I will also have to tell him that I found my soulmate…”

Tikki smiled sadly.

“And he’s still convinced that the two of you are soulmates.”

The Eurasian girl sighed.

“We’ll cross that bridge later. We should go to bed for now, Tikki.”

The little god flew to her holder’s cheek, placing a small kiss there.

“I’m very proud of you, Marinette. I know you were scared about talking to me, but don’t forget that I am, and always will be, proud of you.”

The teenage girl smiled brightly.

“Thank you, Tikki. That means a lot.”

The rest of the week was incredible. Gotham, while not as bright as Paris was, was a beautiful city with a lot of History. They had a lot to visit and each location gave Marinette so much inspiration.

The class has been worried about going to the city with the highest crime rate in the world, but they have been lucky so far. One of the locations they have been visiting has been attacked, but they had left twenty minutes before that.

The class caught sight of several of the vigilantes, to everyone’s delight.

“I wish I could get an interview with them…” complained Alya one day.

Adrien laughed.

“I don’t think they are as accessible as Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

“I’m still optimistic that I can get one by the end of the trip!”

“Keep dreaming, Alya.” winked Kim who has been hovering behind them.

Marinette smiled, watching her friends bickering. She didn’t feel Rose coming at her side.

“You’ve been oddly happy these days, Mari.”

The blonde looked at her, a knowing look and a slight smirk on her face.

The dark-haired girl smiled, holding her sketchbook up.

“Of course! Gotham has so many Victorian and Gothic buildings, it’s beautiful! It gave me many ideas for future designs!”

The knowing look and smirk disappeared to give way to a beaming smile.

“Really?! Can I see?”

Marinette handed her her sketchbook, relieved. She swore that Rose had a radar of some sort and could feel love from miles away.

Not that she was in love with Robin yet, but she had to admit that she did like him a bit and enjoyed spending time with him.

She couldn’t wait to see him tonight.

After days of telling him things about her and vice versa, they began talking about everything and nothing.

She didn’t remember how they got to talk about seemingly bad people changing for the better.

“I don’t think it’s possible.” said Robin.

“You think a bad person will always stay bad? That they won’t ever realize that what they’ve been doing was wrong?”

The vigilante nodded.

“Well, I don’t agree with you. I think people can change, it’s just that some of them need a push.”

He looked at her, waiting for her to develop her thought.

“For example, my classmate, Lila. When she was first transferred into our class, she was always lying. Telling people what they wanted to hear to make friends. Eventually, my class realized she was lying and she stopped. See? She was really mean, and she’s still a bit mean, but she changed!”

Robin scoffed.

“You’re really naive if you think that.”

The girl frowned.

“How so?” she asked, not offended by his rudeness.

“That girl didn’t stop lying because she realized that it was wrong. She stopped lying because it wasn’t interesting for her to do so anymore. She lost her public, your classmates knew to take everything she said with a grain of salt, so why keep lying? The day she will switch class or meet new people, she will start lying again.”

Alright, she could see his point, but it was a bit pessimistic in her opinion.

“You’re right. Maybe that’s the case. But maybe not. Even if I don’t like Lila, I want to the best in her, and I really hope that she changed.”

She nudged his arm with her shoulder, smiling at him.

“I’ll let you be the pessimistic one, but be prepared for my optimism!”

She took the sketchbook that laid beside her.

“Anyway! We got our last day of touring today before we all begin our internships tomorrow, and I got really inspired for an outfit. I would like your opinion.”

She handed him the sketchbook.

“You’re doing an internship at Wayne Enterprises, right? In what sector?” he asked as he took the sketchbook from her.

“Yeah… I’m doing it in business management. I want to have my own line one day, and for that, I have to start a business, and thus, know how to run one. I’ll be shadowing the co-CEO, Timothy Drake.” she smiled.

Robin choked. Tim didn’t say anything about that.

“The co-CEO, really?”

“Yeah, I know. I was really surprised too. It seems very unusual too.”

And it was. But Robin suspected that Bruce and Tim arranged it that way because Marinette was Ladybug and they wanted to keep an eye on her, make sure that she wasn’t overwhelmed with her duty as Ladybug and her life as a civilian.

Maybe the Agreste boy was shadowing Tim too, as he was Chat Noir. Then again, maybe not. Ladybug was the obvious leader, as much as they claimed they were a team of equals.

He would have to ask Tim about that and have a serious talk with him about not being weird with Marinette.

He got along very well with her as Robin and he didn’t want his brother to ruin it for Damian.

He opened the sketchbook, stunned by the designs.

“You’re very talented.” he said as he turned the pages.

“Oh, thank you.”

He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. She was blushing, looking at anything but him.

She was very modest or not used to compliments, he observed.

He arrived at the last page of drawings, where a very detailed sketch of a man outfit laid.

“I really like this outfit.” he pointed to her.

The fashion designer smiled.

“Actually, I was thinking of you for this outfit.”

Robin looked at her, surprised.

“If you don’t mind, before I go back to Paris, I would like to get your measurements. I would like to make it for you.”

A small smile appeared on his face. That would be nice.

“I will give you a safe address to send it, then. I’ll give you my measurements tomorrow. Thank you, Marinette.”

His soulmate beamed and he fought the blush that was making its way on his face. He hoped she wouldn’t see how red his ears were.

“You’re welcome!”

The smile quickly disappeared though, and she now looked nervous.

“Is something wrong?”

He decided that he didn’t like seeing her like this.

“There is also something that I wanted to ask you.”

He raised an eyebrow and she looked even more nervous. Damn, wrong move.

“You can ask me anything, you know.”

He hoped that it would calm her a little. He wanted her to be at ease with him, to not be scared of asking him anything.

“Ah, two things, actually. The first one is, I would like to introduce you to Tikki.”

He began to protest.

“Ah, no! Don’t worry. She’s not a classmate or anything. She’s not even human. She’s a being that gives me my powers as Ladybug, and since you know my identity, she would like to meet you. She’s been giving us time alone until now, but she still would like to meet one of the only people knowing about my identity. And probably give you a little lecture too, knowing her.”

Robin sighed, relieved. For a second he was scared that she told one of her friends about him. He should have known better.

“Alright then, I’ll meet her. What’s the other thing?”

Marinette’s nervousness came back as she wrung her fingers.

“It’s a bit more delicate… You see, I’ve been thinking about how I will go back to Paris at the end of next week and I don’t know when we’ll see each other again… So I was wondering if… If you had a secure phone number or mail address so we can keep contact…”

The vigilante smiled fondly. In a bold move, he ruffled her hair.

“There’s no need to be so nervous. I’ve been thinking about it and my phone is one of the most secure you can find, so I don’t worry about giving you my number. I’ve been meaning to give it to you by the end of your trip.”

He, Tim and Barbara had made sure that no one would ever be able to hack their phones.

The blue-eyed girl pouted, trying to style her hair back to the way before he messed it up.

She was cute, he thought fondly.

She smiled at him after processing what she said.

“Great, then! We’ll be able to call each other then! Will video calls be ok as well?”

He nodded. “As long as you send a text beforehand to make sure I’m in costume.”

“Oh, yes, of course!”

He watched as she looked at the horizon.

“I’ll be sad though. I’ll be back in Paris and you won’t be there.”

He could feel his cheeks warming.

“We’re not there yet. And we still have a good week in each other’s company.”

After seeing Marinette every day for two weeks, Robin knew it would be difficult to readjust to life without her.

It was as if she’s been in his life for far longer.

“Come on, it’s getting late. You’ve got your first day of internship tomorrow, you want to make a good impression, right? Looking like a zombie tomorrow will have the opposite effect.”

And he wanted to catch Tim tonight to have a talk about his behavior for tomorrow.

The French girl playfully hit his arm at his zombie comment, but still smiled at him.

He swore that one day he would go blind because of her smiles.

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#maribat #daminette #maridami #damian x marinette #ml x dc #miraculous x dc

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mxliv-oftheendless · 3 years

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~The King Knows~

Wow, how long has it been since I wrote a KISSteria story, huh? A while. Maybe over a month. But point is, I’m back, and with more disgusting fluff!! Also today was pretty blech for me so hey, why the hell not.

So for some context, this takes place after @cosmicrealmofkissteria’s story Letters, where we saw Starchild and Tomaziel starting to write letters back and forth to each other. The letter featured here can be found in that story as well. The title pretty much spoils what’s gonna happen lol sorry, but read on and enjoy anyway!

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From the moment Tomaziel received Starchild’s first letter, he had saved them all. With each new letter that arrived came a new addition to the collection carefully hidden away in one of his dresser drawers. Tomaziel couldn’t bring himself to throw any of them away, too overjoyed to think of the very idea. Whenever his mood was slipping, or he was stressed or frustrated, all he needed to do was think of the drawer full of wonderful letters and he would smile again.

Sometimes he would open a drawer and take out a letter to reread, always smiling at the loving words crafted in neat handwriting. Starchild couldn’t possibly know how wonderful it was to receive a letter from him. Sometimes he felt like he couldn’t send him a response equally stylistic or passionate; but then again had Starchild reassured him in a letter that he always loved to read what he wrote.

With a sigh, Tomaziel put down his pen and dragged his hand over his face. How long had it been since he’d stepped out of his office? A few hours. Heavens, he needed a break.

With a slight smile, he reached into a drawer and pulled out the envelope he’d placed in there. It was the first letter Starchild had ever written him. Of all his letters, for some reason he was drawn to this one. It still had his name written on the front in Starchild’s neat elegant script. It didn’t smell like his rose cologne anymore, but he didn’t need for it to be there to remember what his cologne smelled like.

Tomaziel took the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it, sitting back in his chair and beginning to read it. Dearest Tomaziel, indeed your letter has meant—

“Hey, Tomaziel!”

Tomaziel jumped out of his skin as Ace entered his office. He quickly folded the letter and tried to inconspicuously hide it under papers on his desk. “My King, what a... a surprise. Is there something you require?”

Ace sighed, but still had a lopsided smile. “Tomaziel, there’s no one around. You don’t have to use formalities. I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I... I’m doing fine, thank you. How is the Princess? Is she any better?” Princess Monique had come down with a stomach bug the day before, that left her stuck in bed all night and for most of the day.

“She’s sleeping now, but she’s doing better than yesterday.”

“I can have tea sent up to her bedroom,”

“No, I’ll do that myself.” Ace gave him a curious look. “Were you reading something?”

Uh oh. “Er... yes, I was. It was a... document.” Technically, he wasn’t lying.

“Yeah... what kind of document?” Ace snickered. “What, is it a love letter or something?”

Even though Ace had made that joke hundreds of times before, Tomaziel hesitated before answering this time. “... N-No...”

Ace snorted. “Tomaziel, you’re a bad liar.”

“Thanks for the compliment, my King.”

Ignoring the sarcasm, Ace peered curiously at his desk. “So? Where is it?”

“Where is what?”

“The love letter! I wanna see it!”

Oh god. He could not see the letter. If he knew... “I-I really don’t think you should, my King... It’s my letter.”

“But what if it’s from a nice girl or guy?? I wanna see who’s finally captured my closest friend’s heart!”

“Not finally captured...” Although Tomaziel did have to admit it had been a very long while since his last relationship. His hand unconsciously moved to rest over the letter. “But it’s none of your business, my King.”

After knowing Ace for years, he should have known his nosy friend wouldn’t leave it at that. “C’mon, just let me see the seal? Maybe me or Amalthea knows who it is.”

Oh, he had no idea. Tomaziel sighed and inched out the letter from under the papers to hold it up. “There. The seal’s been broken, so you can’t see who it’s from. But here it is—”

“Yoink!”

“Hey!” Tomaziel’s heart stopped as Ace dove forward and plucked the letter out of his hand. He sprang to his feet desperately. “M-My King, no! Give it back!”

“In a second, I wanna see what it says! Ooh, fancy handwriting.”

“Please give it back,” Tomaziel begged. “My King, please—”

His terror grew as Ace began reading the letter aloud in a melodramatically romantic voice. “Dearest Tomaziel... Indeed your letter has meant so much to me. I read it every morning so the words remain in my mind throughout the day.”

“Give me that back!” Tomaziel lunged for it, but Ace put his hand over his face with a laugh and held the letter out of his reach as he continued, his voice louder and a grin on his face.

“They are such a comfort. Such a blessing. They are a reminder that I have someone who cares deeply for me and it fills me with joy. I never believed I would ever find true love again until I met you. Awww, that’s so sweet!”

“Ace, I swear—!”

“I think of you and my pulse races. I can feel a warm blush upon my cheeks. And it is the most wonderful feeling in all of the Realms. My darling Jendellian Knight...” Ace laughed. “They’ve even given you a nickname!”

Tomaziel’s terror grew as he reached the end of the letter. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening...

“I remember your handsome face so clearly. I will sketch it and keep it close to me until we are reunited. Awww, you really bagged a keeper, Tommy! Let this scent be a reminder of me. Love always...”

And his stomach plummeted when Ace trailed off and his grin faded. “Starchild.”

The hand let go of his face, and he quickly reached for the letter, but Ace still held it out of his reach, staring at Starchild’s signature on the letter. The imprint of his lips was still beside the signature, the red mark having not faded away yet.

Tomaziel’s heart pounded in terror. “M-My King, I... I can explain...” How was he going to explain this? And how could he do it in a way that didn’t involve disappointing Ace? Ace wasn’t just his King, he was one of his closest friends. “I-It—It was during the diplomacy meetings with the KISSterian Council, and he and I began to spend more time together—just as friends, I promise—but then we grew closer and—”

“Tomaziel.” Ace turned around and he shut his mouth. “Calm down. I’m not angry at you.”

“... You’re not?”

“Tom, of course I’m not. I’m just... Well...” Ace shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know yet, but I do know angry’s not how I feel.” He let Tomaziel relax, then continued. “So... when did you start writing him?”

“After... After they left. I-I sent him one the day after they all left.”

“So that’s what you were doing in your office all afternoon?”

Tomaziel’s face colored lightly as he remembered that day. He’d written and rewritten his letter over and over again, until it was perfect enough to be sent out. “Yes, that is what I was doing,”

“Has he sent you more besides this one?”

Tomaziel couldn’t help his heart fluttering at the thought of all the letters from Starchild tucked away in his dresser drawer. “Yes, he has.” There was a pause, then he said fretfully, “Please do not tell anyone. No one knows—you’re the first one to find out.”

This time, Ace smiled. “Don’t worry, Tomaziel. I won’t tell anyone.”

“So... So you really aren’t angry?”

“For what? For writing Starchild letters? I mean, going by this they must be pretty passionate letters.” Ace grinned when Tomaziel flushed blue and stuttered. “I’m happy for you, buddy,” he said, giving him a one-armed hug. “You deserve to have a nice relationship. How long have I been saying you should get yourself a girl or boyfriend?”

Tomaziel blushed again. “Ever since I became your aide.”

“Exactly! Even if it’s kinda unorthodox, I don’t mind. It clearly hasn’t interfered with your job. So do what you like. Just... He hasn’t said anything to hurt you, has he?”

Tomaziel thought back to when Starchild had snapped at him when he brought up Nikki Terror. But Starchild had still explained everything to him. “No, he hasn’t. I trust him.”

“Good. That’s good. I’m glad you’ve found each other.” Ace grinned at him. “Good thing I didn’t find a letter you sent him, huh? Then I’d finally see what your love letters look like.”

If possible, Tomaziel’s face turned an even darker shade of blue than before, even as he laughed. “You definitely don’t need to see that. You’d never let me hear the end of it.”

“Damn right I wouldn’t. What are friends for?”

Laughing, Tomaziel smiled gratefully. “Thank you for understanding, Ace. I know you and Starchild...”

Ace waved a hand. “Yeah, I know, but it’s been years since we were together like that. Amalthea is the one I really love. And from the looks of things, the one Starchild truly loves is you.” Ace smiled at him. “Besides, I would never wanna mess with something that’s making my best friend happy. I promise I won’t tell anyone. And uh, sorry I snatched the letter from you like that.” He held it out for him to take back.

Tomaziel was sure he hadn’t felt this happy in a while. “It’s alright. Thank you, Ace. Really.”

Ace patted his shoulder with a smile. “Anytime, Tomaziel. Well, I’ll let you get back to work.” He let Tomaziel go to sit back down at his desk before saying, “If it is work, and not daydreaming about Starchild... you darling Jendellian Knight.”

Tomaziel groaned as Ace left his office, his head thrown back in laughter the whole way out. He wasn’t going to hear the end of that for a while. But then again, he thought, at least it was just that. Ace really didn’t need to know about the lovely dreams he had about Starchild.

It felt good to tell someone, even if it was only Ace. He knew Ace wouldn’t tell anyone about him and Starchild. It felt like a weight had slid off his shoulders.

With a widened smile, he slid out a new sheet of paper and picked up his pen to write another letter.

#Shandi's KISSteriaverse #spacechild #hi yes hello i still love spacechild lol #so yep. that happens.#don't worry the loveable dorks are gonna be okay #hope you guys enjoyed!#kiss au writing #my writing #starchild #tomaziel #thanks for reading!

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cesarinthefreezer · 4 years

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Some notes before you guys read. If you didn’t see my post I had an idea for a fic about the reader being a Cosplayer how gets transported to the jojo universe while they are cosplaying and they run into the character they are dressed as. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. I plan on having 3 or 4 total

Fancy seeing you here

Chapter 1

Rohan Kishibe

It’s a warm Thursday morning. It’s the first day of the convention you’ve been looking forward to for months. You’ve been staying up till god know when , sewing and building your cosplays. Styling wigs and gathering props when you have free time after class. Day 1 is Rohan Kishibe. Your number 1 favorite character. You’ve decided to go with his iconic white crop jacket outfit with gold pen tip pendents and an iconic gold head band. With your perfectly styled green wig on and your fountain pen and part 4 manga book in hand you make your way to the convention center.

As you walk down the street to meet up with your friends you feel a sudden jolt of energy and black out. When you wake up you are laying on the side walk, but you don’t recognize the street you are on. You get yourself to your feet and take in your surroundings. You don’t see any signs of the convention center or anyone in cosplay.

“Hey Rohan Sensei!”

You jump at the voice coming from behind you,

‘Thank god someone recognized my character’

You spin around to greet the person calling out to you. When you finally see the face of the voice you can’t believe your eyes.

“Wow that has to be one of the best Josuke cosplays I’ve ever seen”

The young man pauses and his jaw drops

“You’re not Rohan, you’re dressed like him but you’re not Rohan who the hell are you?”

You take a second to look him up and down

“Of course im not actually him he’s not real, but I have to say you’re Josuke is incredible, you look as if you walked right out of the manga, are you on your way to the convention”

In that moment the man dressed as Josuke grabs your wrist

“I’ve never seen you before how do you know my name, and what do you mean cosplay? This is what I look like everyday and you never explained why you are dressed like Rohan”

Pulling your wrist free you push the young man away from you and take off running down the street. You run for a few blocks before coming to what looks like a city map. It reads;

“Morioh City Map”

You freeze before opening the manga you remember you brought with you, the Morioh map in the book matches the map in front of you.

“What the actual hell is going on here I can’t seriously be in Morioh it isn’t real”

You look around to see buildings on the street line up with buildings illustrated in your book. You punch yourself in the leg several times

“Wake up, wake up, this isn’t real... wake up”

To your surprise you don’t wake up.

“If this really is Morioh then that young man was really Josuke, and I’m not in my own reality anymore, how did I even get here...... and I’m dressed up like Rohan Kishibe, god the people here are gonna think I’m crazy or that I’m actually him”

After you calm yourself down you realize this experience is kinda like a dream come true. You’re in your favorite universe. And you got to meet Josuke Higashkita. You spend the day exploring the city since you’ve read the book you know it like that back of your hand. As you explore you are careful to stay out of sight of any major characters. However a few people have greeted you as “Rohan Sensei” they think you are actually him. As you roam around you happen to see Koichi and Yukako on a date, and Okuyasu walking into tonis, but you make sure that they don’t see you.

You’ve yet to see Rohan himself, but you assume he’s most likely working in his studio. As much as you don’t want him to see you, you can’t help but wander the streets till you come across his house. You feel butterflies in your stomach.

Rohan’s character has always held a special place in your heart, hell the manga you brought along with you is the one where he makes his first appearance. The illustrations of his house are spot on to the building in front of you. After looking the house over you decide you should move on to avoid being seen. As you turn to walk away you feel some one grab you and spin you around, but before you can see the persons face you black out.

When you wake up you are on a soft, plush green couch. When you regain all your senses you finally see the person who grabbed you, hes standing above you with your manga in hand. The person staring you down is none other than Rohan Kishibe himself.

“Who are you?... why are you dressed like me, and why am I in this book of yours”

You sit up swiftly and look him in the eyes

“You just used heavens door on me didn’t you, wouldn’t that have a told you everything?”

Rohan drops the book on the floor

“How..... how did you know about my stand? And when I tried to read your pages they were blank.... you have some explaining to do”

You’re jaw drops, his stand doesn’t work on you because you’re not from his universe that has to be why

“My....my name is y/n. I’m not from here”

Rohan rolls his eyes

“That was blatantly obvious”

“I mean I’m not from this universe, where I’m from you aren’t real, this town isn’t real, it’s all just a story”

You stand up and grab the book flipping through the pages till you come to Rohan’s pages

“Where I’m from people who are fans of these books, which became a tv show dress as their favorite characters and go to conventions... that’s why I’m dressed like you”

Rohan braces himself on the couch before sitting down to process what he had just hear. After he calms down he looks up at you and smiles

“So does that mean I’m your favorite character?”

You smile

“Yes, you are, ever since you were introduced to me in the manga I fell in love with you. Your style and attitude reminded me a lot of myself”

Rohan lets out a laugh

“ A lot of people wish they could be me, you’ve really taken it to another level.... I’m flattered. Say... that do you actually look like

You blush

“ well what are you waiting for... of with the costume”

You stare at him

“I don’t have any other clothes”

He rolls his eyes

“We are both adults here just strip to your underwear, I won’t disrespect a young lady like yourself”

You remove the crop jacket and toss it on the couch then move to take of the head band and wig.

“I need a wet cloth to take of this make up if you don’t mind”

Rohan stands up and walks to his kitchen. Meanwhile you remove your wig cap, then your pants and crop top. Leaving you in your bra and underwear. Rohan returns and hands you the cloth, you wipe of your contour and green eyebrows.

“There it’s all off, you happy?”

Rohan looks you up and down

“I have to say your have quiet the talent for becoming other people, you pull me of very well for a woman... you can put your clothes back on now”

Slipping your pants and crop top back on you leave off the jacket and wig. You sit on the couch next to Rohan and explain what your universe is like and how much he means to you.

“I just don’t know how to get back to my world, I mean I don’t live here at all where am I gonna stay?... what am I gonna do?”

Realizing this send you into a panic, you start hyperventilating and crying, you then burry your face in your hands. A few moments pass before you fell a warm set of arms hold you

“Y/n it’s alright, you can stay with me till we figure out how to get you home. I don’t usually care for people all that much, but seeing how much you care about me, a person who doesn’t really exist in your world inspires me”

Hearing Rohan’s words you begin to calm down.

“Thank you Rohan, I can’t tell you how much of a dream come true this all is, in fact I’m afraid that I am dreaming still.”

Rohan smiles and grabs his sketch book

“I don’t know how long you’ll be here but I wanna capture you before you leave”

You sit quietly as Rohan sketches away thinking about how you wish you could stay here forever

“Finished, one sketch of you as you are and one sketch of you as me”

He flips around his sketch book and shows you his work, you take it in and start to cry

“Rohan, you are amazing and I wish I was half the person you are”

Rohan rips the sketch from his book

“I’m going to hang this on the wall in my studio, because I wish I was half the person you are y/n. Now let’s get you to bed it’s getting late and we have a big day tomorrow, I’m going to show you around the whole city”

Rohan leads you to the guest room, and says goodnight. You get in bed and think of the amazing day you had as you drift off to sleep.

The next morning Rohan rushes into the guest room to find it empty. You are nowhere to be found. His head falls in disappointment

“ I don’t think she’d be gone so soon, I do hope to see her again someday”

When you wake up you find yourself back in your room laying in bed in full cosplay, manga in hand. You are relived to be home but you start to cry knowing you’ll probably never see Rohan again. He will remain a fictional character here in your world. Opening your manga just so you can see his face again, you flip to a page of him sitting in his studio. As he is illustrated sitting at his desk working ,you catch a small detail , to his right there is a sketch pinned to the wall. A tear falls from your eye landing on the page, the sketch is the one he did of you.

#fanfic #jojos bizarre adventure #diamondisunbreakable #rohan #rohan x reader #jojo part 4 #rohan kishibe #jjba #jjba/reader #jjba x reader

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dawniebb · 4 years

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Thoughts about Renegades

ALRIGHT FOLKS, TAKE A SEAT BC I’M ABOUT TO KICK MYSELF OUT OF THIS FANDOM :’)

Not really

But I’m going to rant for a while so perhaps you can go grab a snack or something :’)

So…I LOVE Renegades and I always will but I’ve been thinking about some of the things that seem…off to me. Not that they’re a big deal ofc (because I love Renegades in a really dumb and blind way) but some of them are quite unpopular opinions among the fandom, so I’m finally going to share them in case someone out there feels the same way X’DDDDD

They’re not in any particular order. Here we go:

- I completely stan the idea of Nova and Oscar and Nova and Callum being brotp material, but I stan Nova and Callum way more, not because I don’t like Nova and Oscar, but because I think it was genuinely good (and healthy) for Nova to have a friend out of Adrian’s circle. I mean, she’s been isolated most of her life now, and when I realized she finally had someone of her own… like, a person she met with whom she connected without Adrian introducing them to her, was a HUGE step. Callum is one of my favorite characters in the whole series, and when the t h i n g happened I was devastated for MYSELF *sobs* but also because MM took him away from Nova. She opened to him more than she ever opened to Oscar throughout the three books. Sorry not sorry :’).

- AS A YOUNG ADULT (I’LL BE 20 IN MAY, YOU GUYS) let me tell you that all these dumbasses act like completely normal teenagers and all their shitty decisions sound like something I would’ve done when I was their age. Actually, the Team Sketch really reminds me of my own circle of friends. I’ve seen you guys complain about Adrian acting extremely dumb for his age but GUYS HE’S FUCKING 17. WHEN I WAS 17 I WAS AS CLUELESS AS HIM. ALL MY FRIENDS WERE. AND IT WAS SO STUPID IT HURT BUT SHIT BE LIKE THAT SOMETIMES. I was the Nova among them. That is: I joined their group hella late and one of the guys became my crush. I was so dumb I told him he was my crush when I was defeated on the floor with a dislocated knee because I was having a breakdown and I legit thought I was D Y I N G. Teenagers.Are.Like.That.

- HOWEVER, EVEN IF I JUST SAID ALL OF THAT….And I want to believe all of you agree with me: I don’t justify Oscar. It’s okay being a dumb teenager, but you can’t just ask your crush to be your girlfriend during a PUBLIC EXECUTION. That wasn’t romantic. At all. If I were Ruby I would’ve been really offended, no joke. (AT LEAST WHEN I TOLD *MY* CRUSH WHILE I THOUGHT MY LEG WAS GOING TO BE AMPUTATED, WE WERE IN CHORUS CLASS. ALL THE GUYS WERE SINGING TO ME BC THEY THOUGHT THAT WOULD CALM ME DOWN. IT WAS A GROSS AND ODDLY SWEET MOMENT, YOU KNOW?).

- I feel like Ruby is…I’m not going to say mistreated, but…Idk. I feel like she’s trying her best and she’s kind to everyone in the group and in some parts of the books they just…forget about her :’). (This may be Marissa’s fault, though). Which makes me really sad, because she’s genuinely sweet and I felt like she was the most welcoming to Nova since the very beginning (Apart from Adrian, of course).

- I’m part of the “Leroy switched sides at some point” squad, but at the same time I believe he’s just very, VERY chaotic neutral and (I’m never giving up on this) since he loved Nova, he would just stick to the side where they promised to keep her safe, even if that meant being jumping back and forth between the Renegades and the Anarchists.

- I ALSO BELIEVE WINSTON MAH BOI SAW A LOT OF HIMSELF IN NOVA. To my particular point of view, his mental state was the most stable when she moved with them. He unconsciously tried to stop her from becoming what he’d become and the Anarchists realized that, so when they found Ace’s little human weapon being threatened, they just teared her away from Winston, which caused his mental health to go downhill again until he ended up all psychotic (which is how we got to meet him during Renegades).

- Honey had way more complicated issues than just being “evil”. Yes. She’s dead. And me defending her won’t make her less dead. And I know she got what she deserved because she was…completely out of control and Marissa tends to kill those who are too far gone (take Levana as an example). But I think that if she hadn’t neglected her own mental health so much she would’ve had a chance; Honey had good in her :’) maybe, before meeting Ace, she was a different person. Like, it’s mentioned she grew up in a small farm. I think she fell in love with him at some point and, by the way he talks to her sometimes, I’m *almost* sure he knew that, so he tried to take advantage of the situation to keep her in line, even though he had no intention to reciprocate her feelings. Sure, Honey is a manipulative brat, but she’s a hundred times worse when she knows Ace is around or when she knows she has a chance to get him back (she goes batshit crazy in the cathedral, you know?). Ace was a power-hungry sociopath/psychopath and she was a depressed, also power-hungry woman who was in love with him. And that’s a BAD combination. Honey Harper was hopeless… and I think she even showed some signs of Stockholm Syndrome.

- Still, Honey and Nova’s relationship reminds me a lot of my relationship with my dad. Theirs was a toxic relationship, but since I’ve been through that (still going through that), I refuse to believe it will be easy for Nova to overcome her death *that* easily. They loved each other in a…violent, weird way, but Honey was Nova’s mother more than Tala ever got the chance to be (because Ace took that opportunity away from her) and if Honey hadn’t been so –like I mentioned before- hopeless, they could’ve fixed their relationship until it was normal and healthy, because Honey showed signs of loving Nova, and Nova showed signs of loving her.

- Every death in Supernova had a very specific narrative purpose but, even if I hate Evander as much as y’all do, I think his death was done for the sake of the shock factor afgshja like, he died in such a sudden, meaningless way :’).

- Tamaya is nothing but wasted potential. You have a savage, feral, badass woman with w i n g s and the only thing she does is getting her fucking face burned and throwing fists with entitled teenagers.

- I LIVE for Simon and Hugh as couple, but (gosh, saying this makes me feel really guilty) the fact that they didn’t share not even ONE kiss throughout the trilogy made me feel really queerbaited :’). Same thing happened with Danna and Narcissa, but I think that was PLAIN half-assed.

-Why doesn’t Adrian has Simon’s last name as well? :’)

- ADRIAN NEEDS THERAPY AS MUCH AS NOVA DOES. LET’S BREAK THIS DOWN, HERE WE GO:

*So, we know that Marissa Meyer’s male characters are always really sweet and kind and wholesome and omg :’)…and then there’s fucking Jacin (whom I love, but that doesn’t minimize the fact he shall burn in hell X’DDDD) . I mean, he’s kind…to Winter and Winter only…and Cress…sometimes. When it comes to Winter, he’s capable of a lot, A LOT of things. He comes off as rude many times (especially to Cinder, during Cress) and…yeah. He looks like he could kill you and he could ACTUALLY kill you; I feel like the fandom moves Adrian to …whatever category Kai’s in….but I’m not sure that’s the case. Let’s analyze Cinder’s equivalent to Nova’s bracelet: Peony’s chip; Kai was mad at Cinder, FUCKING mad. But once he kinda figured out Cinder was grieving his sister and keeping the only thing she had left from her for emotional reasons, he didn’t, under any circumstance, no matter how much he hated Cinder at the moment, want that chip to be taken away from her. Kai had lost his father. He KNEW what it felt like and he didn’t want anyone to feel the same way, because he SAW Cinder suffer her little sister’s death. Adrian had lost his mother and he knew Nova had lost both her mother and her father AND her little sister; she had opened up enough to tell him that bracelet was the only thing she had left from her father…and when he learned Nova was Nightmare, instead of interrogating her, taking a sample of her blood or things like that, he straight took her bracelet. Because Adrian was hurt and he wanted her to be hurt too, so he took away the one thing that mattered the most to her and THAT WASN’T VERY KAI OF HIM IF YOU ASK ME. My point is, sadly: Adrian is ABSOLUTELY traumatized due to his mother’s death (who wouldn’t?) and now that he knows he indirectly killed her he will only get WORSE. He hated Nova for being Nightmare just because he thought she had something to do with Georgia’s death, so when things went to shit, he did her in the dirtiest way he could, making her feel hated and unwanted, which were Nova’s delicate spots afgshja…like, Adrian’s capable of a lot of things(just like Jacin). He NEEDS therapy. Now.

- The heated kiss scene during Archenemies is both heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time (besides…you know, heated). Nova’s so touch-starved she gets overwhelmed when Adrian suddenly gives her all the physical affection she didn’t have during her childhood. And…I feel it was a very intimate moment between both of them, because they were physically and emotionally invested and omg. This only makes my previous point (about the bracelet) more horrible, because I can’t imagine how she must’ve felt when he took away her bracelet with so.much.hatred.

-WE DESERVED TO KNOW THE CHANGES THAT WERE MADE TO THE SYSTEM BC TBH THE RENEGADES SYSTEM WAS SHITTY AF… It’s like…they claimed to be against what the Anarchists did but then suddenly they were doing the same things themselves. And I don’t think that’s fair. The Renegades acted as messed up as the Anarchists during Supernova. They wanted to EXECUTE a MINOR who committed MINOR CRIMES. I mean, what did Nightmare even do? Right, she tried to assassinate Hugh but she FAILED, and she neutralized Team Frostbite in SELF-DEFENSE and in Max’s defense.

- Besides, the way Anarchists were treated was...really inhuman. As far as I understand, they didn’t have access to public services or anything like that. What if they needed meds? Where did they get their food from? Did they have, like, fucking running water? Electricity? There are also three women among them and they get *periods*, people, and *period stuff* is expensive as fuck. Like, did they have to steal tampons? And if they did…were they chased because of it? Even though they had no way to get income in a legal way because they were Anarchists and being out there like normal people was against the rules for them? Lol?

- JESUS THAT SYSTEM REALLY NEEDED TO BE CHANGED LMAO AFGSHJA

-Also, Cragmoor? Wtf.

- AND, LAST BUT NOT LEAST, NOT BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY BUT BECAUSE THIS IS TOO LONG ALREADY: It think Nova and Evie have been apart for too long and it’s going to be hard for them to create a bond. They’ll have to get used to it, because it’s going to be confusing for Nova and, given the fact Evie’s personality is…like that, I think she’ll go as far to blame Nova like “But you were SUPPOSED to look for me.”

I rest my case.

#salty lmao #renegades trilogy #marissa meyer #nova artino #nightmare #adrian everhart #the sentinel #sketch #honey harper #leroy flinn #winston pratt #alec artino #hugh everhart #simon westwood #mostly unpopular opinions

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dahvangogh · 4 years

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and empty words are evil | Jason Todd

[masterlist]

[ prologue | one | two ]

CHAPTER ONE

“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.”

– Anais Nin

“How to be single and satisfied at the same time?” Daniel reads the headline out loud, his eyes skimming through the cover of It Girl with curiosity.

Grace hums out loud, thinking the question over while chewing her bottom lip.

“Masturbating, for sure,” Lisa says without missing a beat, Grace only seeing the top of her blonde head because of how burrowed on the laminated menu she was.

The raven-haired laughs loudly –she can’t help it–, but poor Daniel, red tinting his face, starts looking around in case anyone at the dinner has heard them and was giving them any dirty looks.

“Relax, Dan. No one cares.” Grace pats him on the shoulder.

Lisa seems to have forgotten her menu and is now staring fully at Dan, a wicked smile appears on her purple-painted lips, completely ready to bug him.

“Don’t… Leave him alone, Lisa.” Grace quickly chastises her, even kicking her under the table for emphasis, for Lisa can be the most annoying person ever when she wants to. “And Dan, no one is paying any attention to us. Relax.”

Dan is still looking around, his face finally back to its natural color.

“It seems… everyone is paying attention to the tv?”

Pauli’s Diner is crowded, every booth full and a long queue that reaches from the counter to the door. The usual. Yet everyone’s attention, even the four waitresses, seems to be on the tv. Grace also focuses on the big tv, which is placed high at the back of the diner wall, three booths away from theirs. It is on and showcasing a newswoman reporting about something, but without the sound and no headlines or subtitles below to indicate what she was talking about, Grace is left with more questions than answers.

“I think something happened.” Dan sounds between scared and resigned.

The three of them look at each other, then almost comically pull out their phones at the same time. Something always happens in Gotham –the city that never rested–, and it was a common occurrence to check the Gotham Gazette App every day. After all, any good Gothamite knows that to be well informed is the key to survival in such an insane and restless city.

“Fuck. I swear if that madman of Zsasz has escaped again, I will hunt him down and drag his ass to the Asylum myself,” Lisa grunts; her pale brows furrowed tightly. “Fucking load already, stupid App!”

Grace focuses on her screen, the app taking more time than usual to load.

“Mine too…” Dan’s answers in his usual hushed voice. Then, he starts chewing on his lip, worry all over his face.

A big headline pops on Grace’s screen –the App finally deciding on working–, and she sighs happily after reading it.

“Seems an aircraft has fallen to the Sprang River; 20 people are currently missing and the rescue team is doing everything in their power to get to them.” She literally reads out loud the last words, happy that no madman is out and about on the city. “Nothing about Zsasz, sorry Lisa.”

Her two friends exhale the air they had been holding.

“Seems your impromptu date with Zsasz will have to wait.” Grace kicks her friend’s leg again, but this time just to annoy her.

Lisa shows her the middle finger.

“No, but for real. After last time, I don’t think he is going anywhere.” The raven-haired reminds them. “He killed 5 people until Batman and young Robin stopped him.”

Grace sees Dan gulp.

“Yeah, after escaping. Again.” Lisa sounds mad, which is understandable after living in Gotham for five years, and seeing all the hurt Zsasz has caused many Gothamites. “And one of them was my neighbor!”

Dan sighs, remembering her. “Oh, that poor woman…”

“She was a mean bitch, though,” Lisa adds as if it is vital information.

Grace can’t help but to huff.

“Lisa!”

Suddenly, one of the waitresses appears at their booth. With a sheepish smile painted on her serene face, –probably because of how much they had had to wait– she asks them what they would like to order.

Lisa happily asks for a sandwich and a banana smoothie, –as if the last conversation has never happened– but quickly rectifies and changes for a big portion of the chocolate cake instead of the sandwich. The waitress, Marge by what the badge on her blouse, agrees with the blonde and sings praises about how good it is. Then, her attention goes to Dan, asking him sweetly what he would like to order.

The boy, who has never liked being the center of attention, turns bright red again. Shyly, he orders a cappuccino and one of their famous big chocolate cookies, all the while his eyes are zooming on the table instead of her.

When she turns to her, Grace feels as if she has been punched on the stomach.

The waitress aura, white and bright as any other, is twinkling and shaking from pure anxiety.

“What about you, sweetheart?” The old lady asks kindly, her face completely composed despite what her aura said of her.

The contrast between her aura and her facial expression is starting to freak Grace out. Nevertheless, she tries to focus on the present, on what she is feeling, on where she is and, more importantly, on what she wants to fucking eat. Which is really obvious if you know her, by the pointed looks of Lisa and Dan.

“I want a yogurt and banana smoothie, please.”

Marge hums.

“Be right back, then.”

Then, Lisa quickly starts rambling about what they should do on the weekend, something about the opening of a new club in town, but the raven-haired girl can’t pay enough attention to the get on the conversation. Marge’s soul is making it hard for her to concentrate; she even starts rubbing her hands together instinctively as if to distract herself.

She says fuck it and turns around.

The old waitress looks as composed as before, preparing their orders with the help of another girl while looking at the tv. But if Grace focuses hard enough, she can clearly depict Marge’s aura still shaking and twinkling, perhaps even more so than before. Despite training hard to control it, Grace still sometimes is unintentionally receptive to other people’s feelings –almost like an antenna would, she can perceive them and even go as far as toying with them.

This woman is anxious and worried, and Grace doesn’t even know how she isn’t shaking physically.

And Grace, being the sympathetic girl that she is, can’t help but take pity on the poor woman and break her own rules.

She extends her hand, scanning before that no one is paying her any attention, and then lowers it slowly.

Marge’s aura calms at the same time that her hand motion stops, and it no longer twinkles.

Though the lights in the room go crazy for a few seconds.

Grace has to thank whatever God exists, or even the Cosmos, that small tasks such as this one don’t make her hands or her whole self glow with the usual green-bluish energy.

She still remembers the hilarious comment that once a crewmember of the Serbian Mafia made when he saw her appear out of nowhere, floating in the sky, just minutes before she brought hell upon them. Her, attired in her tight black suit and black domino mask, surrounded by bright green-bluish energy floating in the black sky while defying gravity.

And instead of running away, hide or even shot at her, he placed his hands on his hips and said out loud impressed:

“What the fuck? She looks like Goku Super Saiyajin!”

Grace can’t hold now the giggle that escapes her lips.

“What the hell?” Lisa’s voice brings her back to the present, and to the diner.

The raven-haired girl turns around and looks at her friends, smiling as if nothing had just happened, while blinking innocently.

“Sorry, you were saying?”

[ – – – ]

The pencil runs all over her sketchpad, quietly humming along to Stevie Wonder’s Superstition while drawing the sun setting between the skyscrapers. It looks spectacular from her high-ceiling windows. Grace’s weird obsession –despite her psychologist telling time and time again to her that it isn’t exactly a bad thing– of drawing beautiful things, or anything she believes is beautiful to her own standards, has made her sit down and try to make it justice.

Despite having to get ready for a night out with Lisa.

“Just fifteen minutes more and you will get ready.” She sets an alarm, just as Dr. Carson had advised her to do, and keeps drawing happily.

The oranges, in light and deep tones, together with the goldens of the sun setting almost make her forget about any advice, psychologist and nightclub.

And so she keeps going, her sketch pencil running through the page.

She has always felt privileged for owning an apartment in Gotham Village, where only the rich dwelled and played, with amazing views and almost non-existent criminality –which is surprising to say the least in this damned city–. It is the place where she could find herself being happy or at least, try to be normal.

But she misses going out and doing her thing as she did back in Europe.

Grace sighs, chewing on her already-chewed sketch pencil and stops drawing, hugging her legs to her chest.

When she had moved to Gotham almost a year ago, she had wanted to set aside her “dangerous hobby” and live a normal life. Like Lisa or Dan did.

After what had happened to her six years ago, she had used her family’s connections and pulled some strings so she could go and study in a European country. Away from Central Park and New York. There in Berlin, Grace had trained with an Israeli private trainer, Isaac, in Krav Maga until achieving a black belt and her expert five patch. Initially, she had started with just wanting to know the basics, a bit for self-defense and that’s it. Until one day, on a Friday night while she was watching The News, she saw another rapist just get five to ten years in jail and a pat on his shoulder. It had made her so furious that all the windows on her apartment exploded. Moreover, it was in that exact moment, while floating in the middle of her room with her whole being surrounded by the weird bright green-bluish energy and feeling full of rage, that she knew she could try and make a difference, for those who had power were clearly not doing anything.

The next day, after paying the window installer for she had no windows after last night’s debacle, she had asked Isaac about what he would wear, hypothetically of course, if he went to a fucking battle. At first, her trainer had answered that his military uniform but then he had rambled on and on about how a suit of Kevlar thread paired with a good armor would be the best choice if he could afford it.

So Grace, after debating all day whether to do it or not, had called her father that same night and had asked him to find someone who could build it for her.

Matthew Henderson had asked many questions, but she had just told him that in due time she would tell him. Just not now.

He had refused and straight-up hang up.

Later that same night, wide awake and after seriously considering to just wing it and buy a superhero costume from a cosplay online shop, her father had miraculously called again and accepted.

She really was his spoiled little girl.

Grace had flown to New York, the city that she now loathed with a passion, and had her measures taken. The guy who created it made the suit so it fit her like a glove – the downside to that? she had to be careful with what she ate.– It was tight, full-body and with high heeled boots to make her seem taller –after all, she couldn’t go around looking like a gremlin while also fitting crime. A pair of matching black gloves and a domino mask were also made.

After that, before putting the suit, she had not only trained to be the best at Krav Maga but also had learned a few other things –fighting with knives and how to use a gun properly, yet she still preferred to this day using her powers and Krav Maga–. A year and a half later, she had made her debut on Berlin’s streets.

In those years, she had killed many rapists, abusers and pedophiles. Delivered a few petty thieves and robbers to the nearest police station like Santa Claus would do on Christmas Eve, even going as far as tying them up and sticking a note on their foreheads explaining what they had done wrong. She really had been a good samaritan. A few encounters here and there with the Serbian Mafia and the Triad too.

Moreover, she might have done some petty thievery here and there, just to add a bit of spice to her life, but mainly she had been a good girl.

And fuck, she misses doing those things.

It was fun.

A bit dangerous, yes, but fun.

When you have powers beyond your imagination and are able to do some good, why would you step back and live a normal boring life?, she tries to reason with herself every night.

Yet back then in one of her many Skype sessions with Lisa, her childhood best friend, she had realized how empty and alone she had been feeling.

She had superpowers, at 23 she had her damn degree and had been studying to further her education even more, had also a lovely apartment, and yet she felt more lonely than ever.

And loneliness is a dangerous thing.

So, when she had told her good old friend, while omitting a certain hobby she had, of how she was feeling, the blonde had just replied with:

“Come to Gotham! We could live together and the city is fun. Trust me, you will never get bored here.”

Grace chuckles when remembering that. In the next twenty-four hours, she had packed her things, had said goodbye to her colleagues from University, and then hopped on a plane.

She has to give it to Lisa, Gotham city is everything but boring.

Gotham honors its name with its gloomy atmosphere, high buildings and horrible weather. The city is probably Tim Burton’s wet dream. You can find gargoyles in many of the buildings façades, many nights the city is covered in a thick fog, it has an Asylum for the worst of the worst with a high rate of escapees, an absurdly high rate in criminality and many bat-related vigilantes coming out at night to play.

Oh, and the many deranged individuals that play around Gotham like it is a child's’ dream playground.

Lisa had filled her in during those six years on her weekly Skype sessions about those individuals and so she knew most of them before she had placed a foot on the city. Gotham City has the Joker, currently-for-who-knows-how-long-because-he-always-escapes locked in Arkham Asylum, a psychopathic clown who had a weird obsession and ongoing feud with Batman; Two-Face, a half-burned crime lord obsessed with duality and the number two; the Penguin, another crime lord who looked like his namesakes and wore a monocle and umbrella; Poison Ivy, a stunning woman (Lisa said so, her gayness clearly showing here) who was an eco-terrorist and could control nature; and the list could go on and on for ages to no end.

So, her current life in Gotham is never dull or boring. She is working on a renowned and bohemian art gallery in the city, has an amazing apartment –she had tried living with Lisa but they had almost ended fistfighting with each other over a jar of marmalade–, can meet her best friends every day if she wanted, and is continuing her studies at the local University.

But she would be lying if she said she doesn’t miss going out and doing her thing.

Even drawing and painting, the thing that had always distracted her from suiting up and going out, was starting to not divert her attention as it normally would.

Her alarm starts going off.

“I really don’t want to go out.” she sighs loudly, as if someone would pat her on the shoulder and tell her not to go. “I hate partying and crowded places.”

Grace chews her already-very-chewed sketch pencil while walking all the way to her wardrobe.

She has to get ready or Lisa will probably scream her ear off for making her wait.

Though she is always late.

[ – – – ]

Grace, setting aside her ex-extracurricular activities, has always hated going out and now she remembers clearly why she does.

The night would always begin as good as it could possibly be. Lisa and her looking bomb would march to a nightclub, then the club would be buzzing with activity and music, they would have a few drinks and perhaps even dance a bit if the music was any good.

Then Lisa would start flirting with any of the cute waitresses and end up, don’t ask her how, with their tongue almost reaching her throat.

Lisa visibly looked like a terrible kisser, she always reminded Grace of a lifeguard doing mouth-to-mouth, and so she never understood why would the women always end up going God-knows-where to probably fuck.

And so then she would end up all alone, surrounded by sweaty bodies while going deaf by the loud music, and nursing a drink.

Tonight is no different from the usual, but she is tired. Her head hurts from overthinking too much all day long and the high heels are killing her.

Grace decides it is time to call it a day and head back home.

She quickly sends a message to Lisa, who is probably very busy with the cute blonde-haired waitress, and stands up from her barstool.

Hey girl, hope you are having fun with the redhead girl wherever you are.

As you left me alone, as usual (don’t fret, i’m used to it lmao) I have decided to stop being a pathetic human being and go home.

Call me tomorrow, but don’t even think of giving me any details. I don’t care about your sexual life.

Bye, bitch. xx

PD: text me when you GO home and when you GET home, it isn’t safe out there.

The raven-haired sighs.

She has to hit the bathroom before calling her uber though.

Too many drinks.

[ – – – ]

♡ Here, in this fancy shithole, Lucy Ross lost her virginity ♡

Grace sniggers, the situation completely reminding her of some of the type of things she had seen written back then on her high school’s cubicles’ walls.

She sighs happily while finally peeing.

Suddenly, the screams of a high pitched voice and the sound of glass shattering continually almost makes her fall off the toilet.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

She grabs some toilet paper and when she is finished cleaning herself, she pulls her panties up as quickly as possible. Grace holds her breath. It is one person, a female by the sound of the colorful series of profanities she is screaming, and Grace doesn’t need to check her aura to know how angry she is.

Though just in case, she takes a peek.

She focuses on her own aura, then changes her focus towards the other one in the bathroom, even going as far as closing her eyes to discern it much better –without stepping out and risking getting hurt.

It is shining as bright as the sun, but trembling and roaring with despair and sadness. The fact that the poor female isn’t angry surprises her.

Grace takes a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever she is going to face after stepping out of the enclosed and safe space where she is.

When she opens the door, almost scared of what she might see after reading the aura, the sight of a blonde woman headbutting the bathroom’s big mirror isn’t at all what she had expected.

The girl doesn’t even pay her any attention, clearly busy trying to crack her skull open, and so she keeps doing it, even adding some punches to the mix.

Grace can’t let her hurt herself this way.

“Hey, hey, hey!” She has to stop her before she kills herself, or gives herself a concussion if she is lucky enough. “Stop! Stop!”

Grace grabs the blonde by the waist, as if trying to separate her from the mirror, and pulls her against herself.

Next thing she knows, the blonde answers her with a chokehold and then sends her flying over her shoulder without breaking a sweat.

Her body collapses against the same toilet she had been peeing seconds ago, tearing the door from its fringes in the process. However, because her pain tolerance is higher than normal, Grace just grunts and answers right back.

The raven-haired extends her hand, a bright green-bluish glowing around it, and makes a motion towards the sinks. Now the blonde girl is the one being sent flying but this time towards the mirror she had been shattering just before and the sinks.

Grace stands up, her back killing her even more than usual, and approaches the blonde sitting with her back against the shattered mirror.

Weirdly enough, the girl instead of being knocked out is looking at her as if she is Jesus Incarnated. There is wonder all over her face.

“You are so paying for the damages.” the raven-haired quickly points out but then stops herself.

She can’t help but examine her for serious injuries. After all, she had been head-butting the mirror three seconds ago and then sent flying to it –on self-defense though–. But despite all the blood that is running down her forehead, she seems more than fine. Happy even, just gazing at her.

“What the hell?” she can’t help but voice her thoughts out loud.

The raven-haired almost falls backwards when the girl —who is clearly not right in the head— jumps to hug her tightly, mumbling “yes” nonstop while jumping up and down like an excited child.

The blonde girl pulls back, black eyeshadow and glitter smeared around her big blue eyes, and her black-painted lips start smiling almost manically.

“You! You!”

Grace blinks several times, completely lost for words. Then she sighs, trying to get back to the present time.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asks her, completely serious.

“No, I’m Harley Quinn and you...” the blonde points at her, smiling cheekily. “You are my new best friend.”

The raven-haired girl can still hear Lisa, in one of their many Skype sessions, telling her snippets of information here and there about Harley Quinn.

“She is definitely insane. For a long time, she was the partner in crime of Joker and dated that nutter. Girl… the things she has done are something else. Anyways, then she left him and joined a girl band… No, kidding. But Catwoman, Poison Ivy and her did start hanging out and creating some mayhem.”

Again, Grace doesn’t know what to say.

“Let’s go have a drink!”Harley links one of her pale arms with hers, then starts dragging her out of the bathroom.

[ – – – ]

They both sit on a VIP booth with an exceptional view of the dance floor and enough privacy to plot the murder of the current President. The loud music is now faint and low. At the glass low table, there is a big metal ice bucket with two expensive-looking champagne bottles and two glass flutes nearby.

Harley is sitting on the other side of the table, her maniacal smile still on and with her legs crossed, while Grace sits on the other side in the U velvety couch.

She scans her, now fully seeing her for who she is.

Her hair is up in a messy bun, which is dyed in blue and pink, lipstick smeared from probably drinking too much and her clothes are as eccentric-looking as the wearer is. She is wearing what seems like a dog collar, a very sparkling sequin red crop top matching with a penguin sequin dark jacket, striped high-waisted dark pants, and red neon high-heeled boots.

“Interesting choice of clothes.” she can’t help but say, then nods to her neck. “Nice collar, too.”

Harley smiles, almost childlike.

“Bud and Lou hate wearing it, so I decided to put their dog tags on one and wear it to honor them. Cool, right?”

Grace raises an eyebrow.

“Bud and Lou are…?

The blonde laughs loudly, a hand going to her flat stomach.

“My hyenas, silly!”

Then gets serious, so suddenly that Grace almost jumps from such a radical change of demeanor, and picks up one of the champagne bottle on the ice bucket.

“Sounds cool.”

It is all she can say.

But Harley doesn’t pay her any attention, furiously shaking the bottle up and down until it pops. She laughs fascinated by it, then pours some on both flutes and gives her one.

“Anyways!” she cries out loudly, then sips a bit of the champagne while staring at her, doe-eyed. “I kinda need your help.”

Grace takes a sip too.

“My help?” The raven-haired gets comfortable on the couch, a bit curious about the whole thing. After all, it isn’t every day you have a conversation with the infamous Harley Quinn. “You have just met me, Quinn.”

Harley opens her mouth – almost fish-like–, but Grace points a finger, interrupting her.

“Also, you are paying for the damn damages of the bathroom!”

The blonde enthusiastically nods, even going as far as to salute her military-style, all while smiling cutely.

Grace can’t help but smile back.

Harley Quinn is a very cute girl.

“So, will ya help me?”

She blinks a few times.

“With what?”

“Well, you see… it’s a long story.” Harley says, dragging the long while saying it. Then, she takes another loud sip of her flute. “When Mista J an’ I broke up for the hundred’ time, I decided it was time to emancipate myself! I started hanging out more with my besties, adopted many cute pets, hooked up with hot-billionaire Bruce Wayne once an’ even changed ma’ hair.”

Grace raises a thick brow, surprise all over her face.

“You hooked up with Bruce Wayne? The Bruce Wayne?”

Harley shakes her hands nonchalantly.

“Just kissed an’ groped his ass. Very tight and firm!”

Grace laughs at that and Harley joins her.

“Anyways, anyways. My friend Selina had just recently gotten a heart surgery an’ Red an’ I were helping her out on some things, then decided to live together. We had so much fun together! So, so, so much! We ran Gotham, the boys couldn’t keep up! And… Pammy an’ I… we fell in love.”

The blonde sighed happily, blowing raspberries into her glass flute.

“Pammy is Poison Ivy, right?”

Harley nods with a happy smile, but her face quickly contorts in one full of hatred and disgust.

“But Batnight ruined everything!”

The dark-haired girl scratches her temple, trying to remember the names of all the vigilantes of Gotham City, but she can’t remember anyone called Batnight.

“I don’t… I don’t recall any Batnight?” Grace chews her bottom lip, completely lost. “Is he new in town or…?

Harley shakes her head effusively, a clear no, while moving closer so her butt is now placed on the verge of the couch.

“He has sticks!” the blonde points out as if to help her distinguish who the vigilante is.

Grace takes that into consideration.

“Batnight… Batnight… Bat… Night… Night?.” Grace mumbles out loud while Harley nods along to what she is saying. “Nightwing!”

“That’s what I said!”

Grace opens her mouth to correct her, then closes it. She thought Nightwing now patrolled on Blüdhaven instead of Gotham City. Then, she opens her mouth again to ask about it but decides on not doing, Harley’s tale is already making her head hurt a bit. There is no need to enlarge the story even more.

“Red was helping her plants, ya’ know. Doing some good for nature, an’ the Batnight took her down!” Harley places her flute on the table with ferocity, making it shatter. Nevertheless, she is still looking at her with shiny eyes. “Now, Red is at GCPD Lockup, an’ in a week will be taken to the Asylum! Unjustly!”

The blonde starts to sob desperately, putting her hands to her face so it is hidden from her, and Grace sighs silently. While she stands up and approaches her, she checks her aura.

It is shinning and twinkling furiously, Grace can feel the sadness and sorrow the woman is feeling.

She is not lying.

Grace sits beside her and pats her back slowly.

With a kind smile, she asks her: “And because of what I did in the bathroom, you want me to help you?”

Grace is really an empathic girl, she can’t help it.

Harley drops her hands to her lap and looks at her, her eyeshadow and glittery mascara even more messed up than before. Then, almost shyly, nods.

“I… I have…. “ the woman hiccups while her pale fist starts rubbing her left eye. “I have a plan. It is good! But I need me some explosives to cause a distraction, so I can bail out my Pammy. Normally I would do it myself, I was going to… ‘til I saw ya’ earlier in the bathroom!”

The raven-haired girl laughs softly, then cheekily pinches Harley’s right cheek.

“Alright. Girl, I do have superpowers.” Harley nods along to that. “And I can make things go Boom, but where the heck do I get explosives, huh?”

The blonde grabs Grace’s hands with her bleached ones, turns on the coach to sit cross-legged on it and squeezes her hands tightly. She is smiling a bit more now which makes Grace a bit happy.

She likes seeing people smile.

“Blubberpot probably has some, but we ain’t good friends, ya’ know? So he won’t give it to me.”

“Blubber… pot?”

Harley nods.

“Penguin! Small with a pointy nose? Like a toucan?” she makes a gesture of a nose going large until touching her lap with her hand.

Grace realizes she means Cobblepot, Oswald Cobblepot; and nods.

“But I earlier heard some birds talking about Black Mask, it seems he had a new shipment of LX-14, CL-20 an’ TNT to one of his warehouses here in Gotham. ” Harley whispers conspiratorially, puckering her mouth like a duck, though they are alone in the VIP area.

The dark-haired hums, running Harley’s plan through her mind.

“And you want me to smuggle them up, right?”

Harley nods, then subsequently adds: “Selina is busy with don’t-fucking-know-what and I would ask Zatanna but I heard she was busy! So, please?”

Grace sighs.

“You could go there, make the explosives disappear an’ make them appear in my house!”

“Girl, that’s not how my powers work. To open a portal and then move them to your house, I would need to first have set a foot on the place. I can’t just teleport myself to somewhere I haven’t been to before.” Grace takes her hands off Harley’s hold and crosses her arms while explaining this to the blonde girl. “Also, do you even know which warehouse it is? Last I heard from Black Mask, he has many.”

Harley jumps from her seat and starts searching through her pants pockets, nodding to what Grace said while taking out whatever she finds inside and placing it on the small table. A lipstick, some keys with a key-chain of a circus hammer, a small pocket-knife, another pocket-knife but with a blue handle, some sort of ring –which curiously looks like the pin of a hand grenade, but Grace will turn a blind eye on that –, and finally a crumpled piece of paper.

The blonde gives it to her, smiling happily.

“I wrote it down, ‘cause I’m a smart girl. I got a Ph.D., ya’ know?”

Grace reads the direction written in messy handwriting and chuckles at the smiley face doodled underneath it.

“I will help you out on one condition.” She points a finger to the blonde’s face. “No killing any policemen. Got it?”

Harley nods enthusiastically.

“Then I will help you.”

The blonde lets a loud scream and throws herself to Grace’s arms, ecstatically jumping up and down as she did an hour ago on the nightclub’s bathroom. She is thanking her again and again, tears running down her face and falling to Grace’s naked arms. The dark-haired girl pats her in the back, chuckling lightly, and then hugs her back.

A few seconds later, but still as happy and ecstatic as before, Harley pulls back and places each of her hands on Grace’s cheeks.

“Let’s go have a sleepover at mines!”

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On Deutschland and Italia by Lovino Valenti

Lovino writes a series of blog entries on the relationship between Germany and Italy as he deals with a move to Hamburg, his brother’s wedding, and his budding romance (which he denies) to the infuriating Gilbert Beilschmidt.

Chapter 6

On Deutschland and Italia.

Educational Exchanges.

I studied in Italy, while my brother did a semester in Germany. We can assure you that in these institutions there is a promotion to study in each other’s countries. There are constantly discussions forums, research on common historical facts, festivals, new ones each week. I was asked many times to guide the German students around Italy, while my brother happily joined whatever excursion offered to Italians to understand more of Germany.

We offer each other a special kind of comfort, with warm welcomes that could even remind of home. I guess this is why we always go back to being Germany’s number one holiday destination from time to time.

I’m aghast by the amount of Italians that actually enjoy going to Germany, romanticizing it that perfect holiday destination.

Sometimes we make it so easy for them and then they make it easy for us, as it is established in my last few blog entries. We give a perfect exchange that I believe it to be fair and just. The offerings are for one to help themselves, and I myself might soon fall into that very welcome.

“You wanted white, didn’t you?” Lovino heavily questioned.

“I did, but…I’m afraid that it will put me too much in the ‘bride’ position,” Feliciano wondered, still eyeing the white suits with question.

“To tell you the truth, white would better suit you than black.” As Feliciano changed between a black and white suit on the mirror before him, he realized that his brother’s words were right.

“…I don’t want to go with this typical cut though.” Most white suits held it and he didn’t want to be wearing what any other could on such a day. He wanted to be an image that Ludwig could well keep in his head for the rest of their lives.

“We just have to keep looking. I’m sure they’ll have something,” Lovino smiled and Feliciano felt confidence in it, putting the two suits he held back and getting deeper into the store hoping to find that exactly.

Lovino, originally was going to use this as a chance to hijack and get Feliciano to choose the ugliest thing possible…but today, he didn’t feel that wish of ruin, instead with happier moods that wanted to help. Compassion and love for his younger brother shined today, over hatreds against matches and Beilschmidts. Indeed it was to be a memorable day for his brother…he didn’t deserve to be wearing something so ridiculous, when he had the composure, shine and beauty to wear the best any seamstress or tailor had. He would be true, he would help him find that suit that would get Ludwig surely drooling that day. Luckily, they had this store alone for them. The tailor was Italian and a good friend of their father, his shop tucked away from the usual toll of city center life. It was such a sweet place with wonders to see, calm, surely with no expectance of another and so Feliciano and Lovino could well spend their day there.

Lovino heard the ring of entrance, rolling his eyes expecting yet another couple ready to annoyingly fill the air with their own questions and presence. By the sound of the footsteps, it was only one person, and by the nearing this person took, right beside Lovino, it was someone familiar.

“Ludwig is going in black,” the voice announced, Lovino startled to find Gilbert in his vicinity, smiling with his deep pride as always. For once, Lovino didn’t attack it instantly, only but a small glare before he turned back to the store…wondering where his brother went now.

“Why should I care?”

Gilbert shrugged, “maybe you want to help your brother match. Italians worried about fashion and all.”

“Feliciano can decide whatever the hell he wants. I’ll just make sure he looks good.”

“Well, I can assure you my Ludwig will have him dropping his mouth,” he decreed sure.

“Hmph,” Lovino challenged with a smirk, daring, attractive, charming, for a moment Gilbert was swayed. “We’ll see about that.”

They lay in mellow silence, for once not at all burning and deadly.

“What are you doing here anyways?” Lovino could utter.

“To be honest, I was hoping we could do some more tricks.”

“Not with Feliciano’s wedding suit. He actually deserves to look amazing that day.” This beloved sweetness Gilbert found rather endearing. He grinned at it and for once Lovino didn’t mind it.

“Then I’m here to offer my help!”

“You?” There was large insult, Lovino staring him down, judging the very baggy purple hoodie, the red shirt underneath and the tight black jeans, all a disaster in his vision. And he wanted to offer his help looking like that? “Feliciano and I can do well by ourselves,” he was sure.

“Hear me out! I just went yesterday with Ludwig to get his own suit along with everything else he’ll wear that day. I know how he’ll look.”

“Come on, actually leave that a surprise for the wedding.”

“I won’t say anything, I’m just suggesting to help, so Feliciano can match amazingly well with Ludwig.” He had a point that Lovino could understand, but he was still clearly hesitant, needing more words than that. “I know how hard this can get, even my brother needed like three other opinions before he decided on the one he got. I care a lot for Feliciano and I intend to help him look his best as well. Please, just let me join you.”

It was the plead that had Lovino smiling at him, accepting and decided. “Well, come on then. The more we do something about it, the earlier we can leave.”

Although indeed surprising, Feliciano happily welcomed Gilbert’s encouragement and so the three settled in diving to the necessary depths of the tailor shop to find the perfect treasured wear. Although it took nearly an hour, they managed a pile of contenders, Gilbert and Lovino going as far as organizing them by numbers. They had Feliciano try every single one of them, at one point hilariously sitting down with notes they made on their phones, shouting and clapping as if this was some high fashion runaway. It eased well Feliciano, who laughed loud and began to enjoy from this instead of the stress it had started as. He turned, he winked, threw kisses and made himself believe a fashion icon and overall, they enjoyed their time.

And then Feliciano came out in…it. The moment wasn’t a joke, what Lovino and Gilbert held was true impression, and Feliciano…he felt comfortable in it, great, like it was meant to be his, spinning and dancing himself with it for the longest while.

Yes…he could imagine being held in Ludwig’s arms like this, being his star, his shine. Gilbert and Lovino understood that feeling of being lost in dream and so they let Feliciano in that starry trip.

They still had a couple of other suits to go through, but they knew well which one was decided, Feliciano holding it dear in his arms when the moment came to choose. There were still some things he wanted to fix from it, so they scheduled another appointment with the tailor to work on it, but they pretty much had something important checked out from their list.

As celebration, they headed out for a drink, the three spending wonderful company, in chats and laughter that Feliciano did not expect he would share with Gilbert and Lovino together. In their table, there never came a moment where Feliciano had to worry about firing fights that could end in punches. No, it was all an ease, if it ever reached that point, it was playful, only earning mocking hits from Lovino against Gilbert’s shoulder.

This was another touch to make the day perfect, wonderful. Oh, how he hoped it could grow.

In that moment Feliciano saw so much potential.

It was a day much like any other, one the soon to wed couple could relax in, for once not planning anything but just spending a lazy day on their apartment. Feliciano sketched anatomy practice, and Ludwig was checking some things they could do in the Dominican Republic for once they moved there. They lay together in peace, silent, wishing nothing else for the moment.

“You have to see these beaches in Punta Cana,” Ludwig wanted to show, passing the phone so Feliciano could see such clear blues.

It was in that exact moment that he received a call, the name showing his boss, which he knew he had to quickly answer to. He apologized to Feliciano and went to the kitchen to properly speak. The usual greetings were exchanged, but in a matter of seconds, it soured, showed in Ludwig’s expression and his insulted, “what?”

They fought, quick and agitated, many times Ludwig slapping his hand against the counter, firing and holding himself from wording a strong insult. In the hurry the German was spoken in, Feliciano could barely understand it, but from the bits he got, it was bad, bad as in whatever plans they had were about to deeply change bad. When Ludwig hanged up, without a proper goodbye to his superior, he gripped the phone tightly, Feliciano wondering if he was to hurl it against the wall. He let it go so it wouldn’t happen, breathing and turning to sit once again in the couch beside Feliciano, hoping it could do well to quickly calm.

“What…happened?” Yet Feliciano deeply wondered, sitting up and taking Ludwig’s hand in comfort, ready to hear.

He sighed, “the company has gone bankrupt.”

“What?” Feliciano couldn’t understand it. It was doing so fine! Reaching points throughout Europe, Africa and Asia. This deal Ludwig participated in would bring it to the Caribbean, helping the islands prosper with their transportation. “But you were all doing so well! How could this have happened?”

“My boss didn’t hire the best people to deal with the sales department. Apparently, they were hiding that we weren’t getting any money to start new projects. They have to cut down on a lot to be able to save something of the company. Starting in the Caribbean is now out of the question.” Ludwig groaned and dropped more on the sofa, the news tiring and bringing a weigh to keep him laid. At least he was cuddled still with his beloved.

“But-but-but…we have already done so much to settle in Santo Domingo!” Feliciano couldn’t sit well on the sofa in turn. “We-we-we’ll, have to cancel everything! And-and settle here!”

“There’s nothing for me to turn to here in Germany,” Ludwig anguished.

“What do you mean? They can’t just take you out from your position here!”

“Feliciano, I was completely settled to go to the Dominican Republic and deal with everything there. They already gave and established my part here to another person.”

“And they can’t take you back!” Feliciano was indignant for him.

“Well…they suggested one thing.” Feliciano lay attentive and willing to listen. “They told me, if I’m willing to start a whole new part of the company for me to take control of, they’ll give me all the help I need.” Feliciano thought about it, but was still deeply questioned, wondering how it could affect them. Ludwig could see it well, “but unlike what was planned…I’ll start from zero and probably not get any kind of pay for months while I settle it.” He was already stressing at all the hard work he would have to do, something that Feliciano heavily disliked.

“I don’t think you should exhaust yourself like that and then struggle so much at our home,” he sighed, turning away, already unsettling for all the damages it would surely bring.

“It’s either that or doing the same here.” Ludwig was letting it well settle on Feliciano’s decision. He mattered more and he was willing to go wherever he claimed his words on.

“What about my volunteering?” He reminded. It was well settled, still standing and the other nurses that were to expect him were constantly sending him messages about his arrival.

“What do you want to do?”

“I do…want to keep it,” he was honest, yet showing it shy, knowing it just made things more complicated. “But Ludwig…it’s not paid…”

“What if you gave them a different offer?”

Feliciano sighed, “this is a low resource hospital.”

“Feliciano, we can’t just go there without having some money to fall on.”

They were lost, silenced, caught in a maze, but Feliciano was determined to go through. “I’ll…” he really shouldn’t be demanding anything from such a hospital, but… “see what I can do…I’ll talk to some of the other nurses and see what I can find. If I can’t get anything then…I don’t think we can go anywhere.” It will be breaking and disappointing, but Ludwig agreed to give him that time.

“It’s also best we don’t tell anyone in the meantime.”

“Why?” Feliciano thought they could use their families’ help.

“They’re worried as it is with both of us leaving. Your family doesn’t agree with that and they’re depending on me to take care and even sustain you. There’s also the wedding and…” the stress was strong in Ludwig’s tone.

Feliciano tried to ease it by taking a gentle hold of his hands. “We’ll figure something out.”

Ludwig smiled and they went into their embrace, trying to get back to the plan of leisure for the day.

On Deutschland and Italia.

Representation and Honesty.

In recent years, with this heavy structure of economy and diplomacy, there hasn’t been much positive representation of Italy’s state in the media abroad.

Germany, like Italy, has also gone through collapses, corruptions and questionable partnerships that end up costing millions of euros. But, the Germans managed to isolate all these situations, managing to keep an image of honesty and rigor, and so they are still seen as our current heroic European leader.

I really cannot defend Italy, as most of the time, the things they mention are tragically true. Yet sometimes Italians do try, from those in the homeland to those even in Germany or other countries. We form protests, we stand with our culture at the threat of trying to make us more like Germany. We speak out and try to defend how we can, but no matter how we do it, word, especially by the Germans, would be written against us saying that whatever is useless and will never be as helpful as we think.

I detest how sometimes these articles just go on and on with our faults and stir away from the main issue they were speaking on.

Not all Germans have this mindset, luckily, and you know what, there are Italians who prove to be just what the image abroad wants us to be. But in my situation, it is not the case.

I’ll admit, the Valenti and the Beilschmidts share a wonderful friendship and love that stand against these images, and I admit that the Beilschmidts will never ever do such a thing as to lie and tarnish us. And despite my personal opinions on the Beilschmidts, we would never betray or misuse of their trust.

It’s being well put in the line with my brother’s marriage to Ludwig, who both, more than anyone, would have to prove and be these very qualities that describe the family’s relationship. No uncertainties, no doubts and no lies.

We’re putting out a lot, but a lot of trust on them to know that they will take care of each other well.

“I actually really like the theme you chose,” Lovino admitted as he looked through the file on Feliciano’s tablet, admiring the golds, the pristine white fabrics and the brazen ornaments that gave it power and elegance. Feliciano didn’t answer, his glance on a large spiraled sponge cake, coated with red sprinkles, pink and white frosting, and of course, wonderful strawberries. He was drooling and trying to lean more, Lovino knowing he was fighting an inner battle to not eat it all in one gulp. But he was not doing this, he was just staring at it…quite blindly.

“Hey! Did you listen to me?” He had to shout, for Feliciano to shake and finally put his head on something else.

“Oh…so you really think it’s fine?” He smiled true like nothing happened.

“Are you all right?”

“Ye-yes, I-I’m fine, perfectly fine!”

And Lovino knew something really wasn’t. “Mhm…” clear unbelief.

“Yes, yes…everything is fine. Please don’t’ worry and let us actually…decide on a cake.” And now he could notice the cake he was spacing out into earlier. “Oh, this one looks great!”

“I don’t think it will match with the theme though.”

“Yeah, but it still looks cute.”

“Let’s focus on getting something that doesn’t look like were taking it to a kid’s slumber party.” Lovino stood and motioned Feliciano to a part of the bakery shop filled with more pristine cakes, shinning in bronze and gold, artistic flowers and seeming encrusted with jewelry when it was really frosting. They were all so gorgeous, Feliciano enamoring with every single one, making the decision harder.

“Oh, I can’t do this!” He looked strained as if he took a hardened headache.

“It’s just a cake. You just need three colors and if anything we can ask the baker to make us something new.”

“Okay, okay, but first we need some sort of idea.”

“Tall! Really tall! As in, touching the ceiling tall!” In came crashing Gilbert, wrapping an arm around each’s shoulder in greeting.

“Gilbert! Oh great, thanks for coming! We need all the help!” Feliciano lunged himself forward and took him in a tight and suffocating embrace, Gilbert tripping and losing his breath. For some reason, it drove Lovino nuts more so than usual, pulling Feliciano out rather harshly.

“Hey! Don’t swarm him like that! Feli, remember that you’re getting married.” Lovino was clearly annoyed.

“What…what was wrong? And I know I’m getting married, why do you think we’re here?”

“Don’t worry about it, Feli, he just got a little jealous is all.”

Feliciano chuckled while Lovino raged. “I did not!”

“He was Mad! Couldn’t stand us just hugging!” Gilbert dramatized.

“Oh, Lovino, don’t worry! I just needed comfort.”

“I wasn’t! I was just…I was just…” he truly did not understand.

“Don’t you worry, my gorgeous little…” and Gilbert plucked a strawberry from one of the cakes, stuffing it in Lovino’s mouth, a smirk and a near with a shadow that Lovino hoped was enough to cover the flush he grew. “Erdbeere. I’m all yours.” He was near to eating a piece from the fruit Lovino still held in his mouth, but he instead spit it out, hitting Gilbert straight in the eye.

“Oh hell no!”

Feliciano laughed and Gilbert tried to do so between the pain, trying to rid of whatever juice got in.

“I hope you gentlemen have made your decision and are intending to buy this cake,” came the figure towards them, scolding and meaning business as she pointed to the near rose cake Gilbert just took the fruit from. It was too pink for the party.

“Kandake!” Feliciano distracted, jumping and embracing, breaking her from this business and professionalism when she was a dear friend, one meant to even go to the wedding.

“Feliciano…we are meant to discuss this seriously,” yet she smiled and was near to jumping in excitement herself.

“Come on! We can have some fun and I could use some more help. Do you have something you’re sure me and Ludwig will like?” He took her hands like a plead.

“I narrowed it down to three choices to make it easier,” she winked, “but I know one of them will be the true one.”

“Then let’s go see them!”

“The sketches are in my office,” she led for him to come. “You two can stay here and see if there’s anything else you need,” she smiled as she headed behind Feliciano, both the men left perplexed and confused as to what to do.

“I’ll see if they have some other thing here.” Lovino went on to inspect, landing and leaning to an underwater sea themed one, beautiful, but surely not all to go with Feliciano’s wedding.

“What else is there to get? We just need one cake.” Gilbert found comfort in nearing to Lovino, leaning next to him and Lovino smiled, not glaring or tensing at his vicinity.

“We might need other sweets. Maybe Feliciano wants cupcakes, cookies and macaroons too.”

“Isn’t your family already gonna cook?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Are you going to spend the entire ceremony stuffing us?”

“Yeah, that’s the typical Italian wedding for you.”

Gilbert chuckled, “I thought you were doing it because you wanted Feliciano to use more money on the wedding.”

“No, I just know Feliciano would want it. He’s into that sort of thing.”

“No sabotaging.”

“I don’t want to ruin something that I’ll end up eating, anyways.” He thought that much ahead.

“Good call, but I mean, we could just do something to one of them and really ruin it for someone else.”

“Not Feliciano.”

“Nor Ludwig… How about my cousin Berwald?”

Lovino laughed, already imagining a great turning of expression on that man’s rather constant sterile face. “We’re definitely doing that!”

“We have to plan it out well though.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Lovino shrugged, holding still to a smile that Gilbert couldn’t help but keep his gaze on. But before Lovino could notice it, he had to omit more words as to distract his stare…as well as keep that grin.

“Just Berwald?”

“Yeah, we don’t need to make a bigger deal out of it. Despite everything I really think…Feliciano should enjoy that day.”

“I’ve been thinking the same about Ludwig…”

“Yeah…”

“What was the point of even trying to ruin it?”

“I guess to…make them grow apart so we wouldn’t have to…deal more with each other.” Any other time and they would have been proud to admit that, but now it was just beginning to look useless when something was opening up between them…and when they knew that their brothers were so happy with each other, seeing it much strongly as they awaited the day.

“We should get a cake for ourselves,” Gilbert recommended to keep from harsh thoughts.

Lovino laughed so lovingly again, “for what?”

“For no other reason than to just buy and eat a damn cake! Come on, we can come over to my place and stuff each other.”

Lovino raised an eyebrow, a new look in his eyes that made fires, “just of cake?”

Gilbert stunned, the fire heating him and leaving his tongue burned away from answers. But he couldn’t scorch, he grinned himself, coming nearer, helping better the flame. “Do you have any other suggestions?” Gilbert was near enough to spot the difference patches of gold and olive in Lovino’s eyes, tempted to lay his head against his curls.

“I don’t know…what can you offer?” And Lovino played, a lithe finger spreading only in the fabric of Gilbert’s sweater. It wasn’t even truly touching him and yet Gilbert felt in it a calling that moved his body closer, Lovino accepting that touch of their legs, the temptation in his eyes hinting at an intertwine.

“Um…plates, drinks, TV,” he shrugged, “my couch…my bed.”

“Your…bed?”

That smile had Gilbert at an edge he was happy to fall over. “Ye-yeah, my bed, I-I mean we could e-eat cake there, and uh…watch some TV, uh…I don’t know.” He was such a fool.

“I can think of a couple of other things.”

“Oh, do tell.” Eagerness even shone on his teeth, teeth Lovino wanted against him and he was close to simply pulling it forward, but he kept only the simple caress of his finger.

“Dimmed lighting.”

“Mhm.”

“Dancing and music…” whispered in such a melody.

“…ja.”

“Close to you…”

“Uhu…” Gilbert was nearing his arms around him, ready to make those words instant.

“You and me-”

“I got the cake!” Feliciano came like a storm into the room, washing away everything, his lightning being the picture he held high in his hand. It made Gilbert and Lovino notice, stuck under a spotlight that they did well to run away from, coming close to distract, looking at this cake that should be worth the washing away of this sudden passion.

It was rather simple, in white and cream with roses and glitters of gold. Gilbert and Lovino were honestly in awe.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Feliciano excited.

“It’s perfect.”

“And not excessive.”

“Yes! I just have to show it to Ludwig already! Come on, come on, we have to go now!”

“Don’t you have to place the order?”

“Already did!” Feliciano was off the door before he could notice the chuckle the elder brothers exchanged, stars in both their eyes and smiles that wished could say more.

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