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hellothereobi · 4 years

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Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi/Handmaiden Reader Part 3

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Hey everyone I’m so sorry about the wait on this series! But I’m going to start aiming to do at least one part a week, maybe even more ;) I’ve got quite a bit of ideas for this series! :))

A light breeze flew through Y/N’s hair as she stood outside along the balcony of the room where she and her fellow handmaiden sisters were currently residing at. It was a nice room, very spacious considering how many were staying in it.

Y/N inhaled the city air slowly. She was taking everything in. Her eyes slowly opened looking out over the city. It was quite different then Naboo. The city seemed to go on for miles, and landspeeders whipped through the sky landing all over the city covered planet. The planet was busy, and loud. A lot different than the calm and quiet Naboo, and even though this was a completely different setting than Y/N was accustomed to, she still felt drawn to the planet.

It was almost like she was moth mesmerized with a light.

“Y/N?” a soft voice called.

Y/N turned her head to the side, “Rabe, you should come look out here with me! It’s marvelous!” Y/N grinned.

Rabe scoffed and rolled her eyes, “As if, this place is so loud and smells of gasoline and smoke.”

“Isn't it great?” Y/N teased her teeth gleaming.

“What are you two going on about?,” another voice chimed in.

The two girls turned towards the voice, “Oh goodness Sabe! I had forgotten what you looked like under all that makeup!” Y/N teased mercilessly.

Rabe laughed, “Y/N is in a bit of a feisty mood if you couldn’t tell.”

Sabe rolled her eyes,” Yes, but she is right!”

The three girls looked at each other before giggles bursted out of their mouths.

“Alright enough laughing we have to get the Queen ready for the Senate,” Sabe told them, her eyes gleaming under the sun.

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“Ow be easy,” Padme grumbled as the girls teamed up to do her hair, “this is something I definitely did not miss on Tatooine.”

The handmaidens all giggled.

“I definitely don’t miss it,” Sabe laughed.

Y/N grabbed the white makeup and began applying it to Padme’s face gently, while the others worked on her hair and dress.

“Your Highness you’re getting tense,” Sache said, as she ran a hand down her back comfortingly.

Padme sighed, “I know, I suppose I’m just a little worried.”

“It’s okay to get worried, you do realize that, right?” Y/N said, calmly.

“But I’m the Queen.”

“So?” Y/N replied, “We are all only human.” a soft smile rested on her lips.

Padme nodded and returned the smile, “You’re right.”

Padme headed to the mirror glancing at herself, “Everything’s going to work out…it has too.”

“Ladies Anakin Skywalker is here,” a voice came through on the radio.

Everyone froze, they all knew he had to be here to see Padme.

Y/N quickly made her way to the door, “Ani!” she gave him a warm smile.

Anakin returned it shyly, “Hi, I just came by to say goodbye to Padme.”

Y/N glanced over discreetly to Padme before replying to Anakin, “Padme had to run an errand sweetie, but we will tell her you dropped by, she’ll be happy to know.”

Anakin nodded before saying, “I’m off to hopefully start my Jedi training, I don’t know if I will ever see her again,” a frown formed on his lips slightly.

“Oh Ani I bet you’ll see her sometime!” Rabe encouraged with a gentle smile as she tussled his hair softly.

“We will tell her you came by,” Padme said, using her tone for when when she was around anyone else, “I’m sure her heart goes out to you.”

Anakin smiled brightly, “Thank you, Your Highness!”

Anakin began to head out the door, then paused, “Well I guess I’ll see you all later!”

After he left everyone turned to Padme.

“He’s so sweet!” Sache gushed.

“I know,” Padme replied sadly, “I wish I could’ve told him goodbye.”

“I’m sure you’ll see him again,” Y/N encouraged.

Padme smiled softly, “I suppose.”

“Do you mind if I look around outside?” Y/N pleaded.

Everyone laughed slightly.

“I suppose, but do be careful Y/N!” Padme called out as Y/N rushed to put some common clothing on.

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Y/N headed out the door leading to outside.

The wind whipped across her, causing her braid to whip around behind her, “Thank the maker I wore my hair up today,” Y/N thought to herself.

Rabe had helped her gather her hair in long braid that wrapped around the top of head, but had a braided ponytail cascading down her back(Like how Leia had it at the end of episode 4). Y/N ditched her normal Handmaiden robes and went for a light colored common dress to not draw attention to herself.

A landspeeder whipped right by her, shaking her out of her thoughts. She looked above her and admired all the landspeeders, before heading off to look around. As she walked through the city planet she saw someone from the corner of her eyes wearing a brown cloak making her whip around to see if it was the Jedi she had become accustomed to, but to her dismay it wasn’t. A frown settled on her lips before she continued on her way.

“This is for the best anyway,” she thought to herself, “We both have our own duties, mine to the Queen, and him to the Jedi.”

She squared her shoulders and walked on. She would not allow herself to get beat up over a guy she might have feelings for, well who was she kidding, she definitely had feelings.

“He probably didn’t feel anything,” she muttered to herself.

It would be tough, but she would continue on with life, in a few days she should be heading back home to Naboo.

“Home,” she thought to herself.

It had been quite some time since she had seen her family and that thought alone brought a rush of homesickness through her, but it was something she would have to get over as well. She knew what could happen being a Handmaiden. She was very lucky to have made the cut for it, so many women went through the same training as her, but weren’t picked.

The sound of water trickling met Y/N’s ears, it was almost like a song.

Y/N looked around until her eyes laid upon a fountain, it wasn’t anywhere as beautiful as the ones in Naboo, but it was still pretty.

Y/N smiled softly as she made her way to the fountain, once in front of it she couldn’t help but dip her small hand into the cool water. She dipped her other hand in it as well, letting the water flow through her fingers. It was childish, but much needed.

“Y/N?” a soft accented voice called out to her from behind.

Y/N felt her heart instantly beat against her chest, as a soft blush graced her cheeks. She didn’t need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to.

Sheepishly Y/N pulled her hands out of the cold water and slowly turned around to face the handsome Jedi that was constantly on her mind.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Y/N sniffed as she tried to lean back against the fountain, only to lose her balance and stumble slightly.

Obi-Wan’s eyes brightened as he chuckled at her, “Are you alright?”

Y/N’s cheeks reddened even more, this wasn’t supposed to happen, “Yes I’m fine!”

“What are you doing out here?” Obi-Wan asked, curiously as he glanced around.

“Sight-seeing!’ Y/N replied smiling, “I told you I’ve always wanted to see Coruscant.”

“Hmm you have a point,” Obi-Wan smirked.

“What about you?” Y/N asked teasingly, “Don’t you have Jedi duties?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and scoffed, “I needed fresh air,” he replied as he crossed his arms.

“You seem like you’re aggravated, is everything okay?” Y/N asked softly, as she reached out to put a comforting hand on his arm.

Obi-Wan tensed slightly, he wasn’t used to people touching him.

“It’s just this boy Anakin,” he sighed, “My Master says he should be trained, but he’s way passed the age for this.”

Y/N hummed in response as she sat on the edge of the fountain, and patted the spot next to her for him.

Obi-Wan shocked himself as he sat down next to the girl, he really should’ve headed back to the Temple by now, but here he was once again distracted by this girl.

“Have you mentioned this to your Master?” Y/N asked, as she placed her hands in her lap fingers interlocked.

“Yes, he ignores me,” Obi-Wan admitted, as he frowned slightly.

“That’s tough,” Y/N grimaced.

“Yes indeed.”

“Well maybe the Council will see from your point of view,” Y/N said thoughtfully.

“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan sighed, “This boy is just dangerous and Qui-Jon doesn’t see it.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, ‘Dangerous?”

Obi-Wan nodded in reply.

“How is little Anakin dangerous?” Y/N asked, still in slight shock.

How could a little boy who was so sweet be dangerous?

“His emotions are out of place, which is a flaw among Jedi,” Obi-Wan began, “He feels much fear which can lead to sadness, angry, and eventually darkness, which everything the Council is against.”

Y/N looked away from the Jedi next to her as she thought over the information.

“He needs training if he’s to control his emotions though,” she replied softy, “I’m sure it’ll take much patience, but who knows he could amount to something.”

Obi-Wan glanced over to Y/N, “I suppose I can see your point slightly, in the end it’s the Council's decision though.”

Y/N nodded before placing one hand on top of Obi-Wan’s hand that laid on the ledge of the fountain, “Don’t worry, I believe things happen for a reason, no matter what things will eventually work out.”

Obi-Wan gripped her hand softly and gave her a smile, “Thank you for allowing me to vent.”

“You’re welcome!” Y/N gleamed as she smiled brightly.

Obi-Wan felt his chest tighten slightly, and his pulse quickened.

The two looked into each other’s eyes while holding hands.

“Do you feel this thing between us?” Y/N asked softly before she could stop herself.

Obi-Wan gulped before removing his hand from hers, “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

It was a lie, and they both knew it.

“This...unspoken thing with us, I know you had to have felt this,” Y/N said firmly, “On the ship on and desert those kisses felt electrifying, you had to have felt it.”

Obi-Wan looked over at her, “Y/N I’m sorry I can’t return those feelings.”

Y/N jerked her head away from him and looked forward, she tried to contain the tears that were welling up. Her throat felt tight. She felt instant regret. She knew this would happen, but yet she still asked.

“I understand,” she said softly as she tugged at her braid nervously, “Well I suppose I best get going.”

“Y/N, wait-” Obi-Wan began.

“No really I have to go back to my Queen,” Y/N stood up and took a deep breath, her cheeks darkening in embarrassment, “Goodbye Obi-Wan Kenobi it was a pleasure to have met you.”

“Y/N, please wait-” Obi-Wan pleaded.

Y/N didn’t give him a chance.

She began her walk back to the place where she was staying with her fellow Handmaidens. Y/N didn’t even turn back once, even though she desperately wanted to. She wanted to see if this killed him as much as it was her, but this was for the best. She would hopefully never have to see him again.

But to her dismay she would learn this would not be the last of seeing him. In fact this was just the beginning.

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milknette · 4 years

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day 21 - circus

all i want is to fly with you, all i want is to fall with you.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

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WHEN Nino suggests that Adrien invest in the circus, he is, understandably, hesitant.

"I'm just not sure it's a good idea long-term, Nino," he starts, a hesitant expression on his face. "Does anyone even go to circuses anymore? Father's really counting on me to expand our business venture, and I can't take any risks that would disappoint him."

Nino only shakes his head, putting a carefree arm around his best friend's shoulders, and pulling him closer. "Dude, you weren't there. I thought I'd hate it, but I was so wrong. Their performances were almost… magical."

Adrien only laughs. "Magical? I've never heard you use such… romantic words."

A playful bump on the shoulder. "Shut up, man," he only responds, an unimpressed expression on his face. "Look," Nino starts, retrieving a ticket from his pocket. "They have a show tonight. Alya couldn't go, so I have an extra ticket. I really think you should check it out."

"And if I don't?"

Nino shrugs. "It's your loss. Besides, it's just onenight. What do you have to lose?"

It's called the Miraculous Circus.

Adrien thinks it's a corny name, but ultimately decides to continue on anyway. After all, he's driven almost an hour to get there, and it is, frankly, a waste of a ticket.

(Though the ticket itself doesn't cost a lot— which doesn't do much to heighten his expectations for what he's about to see.

Why is he doing this again?)

The ticket line is unsurprisingly small. Outside of a few kids and their families, Adrien starkly feels like an outsider in his absurdly overly-formal business suit and lack of company. He's only too glad that the line moves quickly, allowing him to take a seat at the very back of the tent.

An old man, almost struggling to walk with his cane, enters.

Adrien's first instinct is to run down and help him out.

Is he the ringmaster of this whole affair?

The stranger coughs, then speaks with surprising strength, his clear voice echoing throughout the stands. "Welcome to the Miraculous Circus, everyone! We are extremely happy to have you here." He scans the audience, then smiles. (Adrien almost thinks they make eye contact, as he winks. Maybe he imagined it?) "My name is Master Fu, and I've been lucky enough to work and become a family with this amazingly talented group of performers. But that's enough with introductions."

Master Fu's eyes shine, then to Adrien's complete surprise, throws up his cane.

The curtains open as he does so, and he watches with surprise as the ringmaster moves with surprising agility and grace, to introduce the show.

"Now for something truly magical."

Magical isn't enough to describe what took place before him.

From the horse tamer who seems to transport from place-to-place in mere seconds, to the monkey-like acrobat who can contort and move his body in ways one could never imagine, to the fox-like magician who creates illusions from smoke, Adrien found himself completely enamored with the performance.

He was confident that Nino was making a big deal out of nothing.

As it turns out, Nino wasn't making enough of a big deal at all.

It's almost two hours of pure magic, when Master Fu announces their final act.

Adrien thinks he's seen it all, and that nothing could quite top what he's watched already.

As the day has proven, however, Adrien, in fact, gets many things wrong.

Which is all-too-clear when the final performer walks upon the stage, dressed in a vibrant red outfit that seems to draw everyone's attention. She also wears a mask upon her head— the same color as her clothes, with a fanciful black feather decorating the top.

It's no different from the rest of the performers, who also wear masks, but Adrien finds himself deeply wishing that she would take it off; to see her more clearly.

The woman— Ladybug, Master Fu calls her— is a trapeze artist. She carefully stands upon the edge, almost nervous, before she takes a deep breath in. Then, her expression makes a complete switch.

A confident smile upon her face, Ladybug simply takes a step forward, holds on to the ring, then let's go.

And she's flying.

With ease, Ladybug jumps and moves her body in a way that Adrien can only describe as mesmerizing. She looks almost at home in the air, as if she were born with wings— navigating through the sky with evident ease and comfort.

Adrien doesn't blink for a moment.

Scared that he'll miss something, carving every moment he sees of her in his head.

For a moment, she swings his way, and he swears that they make eye contact.

Swears that he sees the playful look in her eye, and her lips curved upward with the tiniest sliver of a smile.

She swings back just as quickly, but it's in that moment of split-second electricity Adrien becomes settled on his decision:

He's going to invest into a circus.

It's a challenge, at the very least, to convince his father that working with the circus is a good idea.

But after hours of negotiations (mostly on Adrien's part) and the promise that this is a good investment— where he'll take all responsibility should it fail or even be worth even the smallest fraction less than what he told him it'd become, Gabriel Agreste finally relents.

And it's been a long time since Adrien's been so happy about anything at all.

After speaking with Master Fu, the arrangement is set.

He's to start working with them the following day.

Adrien meets the performers the week after.

They all use their stage names in introducing themselves to him, something Master Fu had warned him of in advance— a lot of the performers had identities they'd prefer to keep secret, and this sense of anonymity was much respected within their community. Unlike in common society, asking for someone's name there is to ask for them to share their deepest parts of themselves to the other person.

Rena Rouge, Viperion, Carapace, Queen Bee…

"So, what's your name?"

After a moment of thought, he smiles. "Chat Noir."

Adrien fits right in with them.

He asks for Ladybug, and Master Fu tells him she's the most mysterious one of them all; only showing up when she's due to performance, and never any longer.

The hours seem to take forever while he's waiting for her to show up.

She arrives at the act before hers, already fully-dressed in her costume and makeup.

They only have a few minutes to talk, maybe even less so, but Adrien's determined and makes it a point to introduce himself.

"Ladybug, right?"

"Ah, you must be Master Fu's new business partner?" She says the words a little too dryly, maybe even almost unimpressed, but he decides to shake it off and push forward.

"Yes. We're working together, and I'll make sure to bring this circus to new heights—"

(He hopes Ladybug gets the pun. It's either that she does not, or that she chose to ignore it completely. With the unimpressed expression on her face, Adrien assumes it's the latter.)

She turns to him. "Look, I'm not sure why you're here, but leave us alone, okay? Miraculous is a family, and my home." Her glare turns sharp. "And I'll destroy anyone who tries to take that away from me."

Her tone indicates that she's done talking, but he, understandably, isn't.

"I think we have a misunderstanding," he tries speaking up. "I'm not trying to take the circus or anything, I just want to help it grow— to have more people experience the magic that I experienced while watching everyone here," he pauses. "You, especially."

A smile teases the edge of her lips.

"So I take it you enjoyed my performance?"

"Enjoyed wouldn't be a strong enough word to describe how it made me feel."

Ladybug leans closer to him, and he can feel himself explode into a shade of red he never thought possible.

When their lips are only centimeters apart, she smirks.

"Sorry, I'm only interested in performers." She looks down at his tuxedo and business-casual suit. "Someone more… fun."

Vaguely, Adrien registers the voice of Master Fu calling Marinette to the stage.

She smiles.

"See you around, kitty."

The next day, Adrien goes around asking different performers if they could teach him some of their tricks.

Ladybug watches from the sidelines, evidently entertained.

He's a bit cute, actually.

After a few weeks of almost choking on knives, getting bitten by a lion, and burning himself, Adrien tries out his last and final circus activity.

To both his and Ladybug's surprise (though it's more to her absolute horror), Chat Noir has an innate talent with doing trapeze work.

Master Fu announces that she start teaching him the ropes. (Chat Noir looks hopefully at his now-partner, because the ropes, haha get it because that's what we mostly work with, but is only met with a flat look.)

"Alright then. If we're doing this, then we're doing this properly, got it?"

"Yes, milady. The two of us together will make a meowvelous purrformance."

She rolls her eyes, but can't quite hide the smile on her face, either.

Chat Noir adjusts his earpiece.

"Can you hear me, bugaboo?"

"That depends, what are you going to tell me?"

"Hmm… well I guess, don't worry."

"What do you mean?"

"I won't let you fall."

"You bet you won't let me fall, we've practiced this routine enough times that…"

"Because the only time you'll fall is when you fall for me."

"..."

"Ladybug?"

"..."

"Aw, didn't your heart jump for joy when I said that?"

"You really are corny, aren't you?"

"But you love it anyway."

"Maybe I do."

"Wait, Ladybug… what did you—"

"Now let's introduce our final act! The one you've all, and even I have been anxiously waiting for…"

"I couldn't hear it properly through the headset. Ladybug, tell me what you said…"

"Get the routine down perfectly tonight, and I'll say it again. So, are you sure you're ready for this, alleycat?"

Adrien smiles.

"Pawsitive."

"... the debut performance of Ladybug and Chat Noir!"

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theycallmegothboy · 3 years

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1-100 >:DDDD REVENGE!!!

FELIXXXXXXXXXXXX >:(( 1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? -spotify 2. is your room messy or clean? -it’s pretty messy i guess 3. what color are your eyes? -blue and grey

4. do you like your name? why? -yeah it’s fine 5. what is your relationship status? -single 6. describe your personality in 3 words or less -certified intrusive thot 7. what color hair do you have? -brown and rn it’s red 8. what kind of car do you drive? color? -i dont have a car 9. where do you shop? -hot topic, goodwill, target 10. how would you describe your style? -comfy emo 11. favorite social media account -of mine, probably discord or youtube 12. what size bed do you have? -twin >:(( 13. any siblings? -i have 1.5 brothers 14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? -probably vancouver, idk canada seems lit 15. favorite snapchat filter? -i like the one with devil horns and a tail but its cute 16. favorite makeup brand(s) -i dont wear makeup 17. how many times a week do you shower? -i used to shower every day, but i dont do anything that gets me dirty so like maybe 3 times but if i leave the house then i shower 18. favorite tv show? -stranger things 19. shoe size? -8 or 9 20. how tall are you? -5′6 with shoes >:(( 21. sandals or sneakers? -sneakers wtf 22. do you go to the gym? -lol no 23. describe your dream date -making some pie or something together and then eating the pie and then sitting on some rooftop looking at stars 24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? -quite a bit actually but i’m saving up for a phone lol so soon it will be like maybe 10 dollars lmao 25. what color socks are you wearing? -not wearing socks but the ones i had earlier were white (ankle length) 26. how many pillows do you sleep with? -just one but it sucks 27. do you have a job? what do you do? -NO BUT IM TRYING TO GET A JOB BUT THE FUCKIN PEOPLE THERE ARE GHOSTING ME AND WONT REPLY TO MY EMAILS SO LIKE SBJHBJS 28. how many friends do you have? -like 4 lmao 29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? -idk nothing super bad but i do a lot of small shit that makes me feel guilty when i realize what i did 30. whats your favorite candle scent? -juniper rosewood 31. 3 favorite boy names -leo, clay, charlie 32. 3 favorite girl names -ivy, uh... idk thats all ive got 33. favorite actor? -no clue 34. favorite actress? -no clue 35. who is your celebrity crush? -not a celeb but i’d smash danny phantom 36. favorite movie? -nightmare before christmas or edward scissorhands 37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? -no, but my fav book is probably the prince and the pauper? idk 38. money or brains? -CASH MONEYYYY jk probably brains but if your entire personality is being “smart” like fuck off lmao 39. do you have a nickname? what is it? - a bunch of people call me son (see #49, #100), some call me rat, dumdum, goth boy

40.how many times have you been to the hospital? -just once i think when i was birthed. i also went once with my brother cause he kicked some scissors i left out on the floor and it sliced his toe the fuck open and he needed stitches and i watched him get the stitches and almost passed out :/ 41. top 10 favorite songs -please dont make me do this i dont have it in me 42. do you take any medications daily? -yea i take 20mg of vyvanse but i need to get it raised to 30 cause 20 is Not Enough 43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) -i got some dry fuckin skin yall dont even know 44. what is your biggest fear? -it depends. the dark is a pretty constant one though 45. how many kids do you want? -like 2 or 3 eventually 46. whats your go to hair style? -in my face, looking stupid 47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) -it’s pretty small 48. who is your role model? -i dont fuckin know lmao 49. what was the last compliment you received? - “i belive in you, my son, you’re an amazing human being“ (same friend mentioned in #100, not actually a parent of mine) 50. what was the last text you sent? -”no it’s a raccoon“ YOU GET NO CONTEXT LMAO 51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? -i dont think i ever hardcore believed in him, maybe i did though i remember sleeping under the tree one christmas eve waiting for him but i was like “oh yeah that makes sense“ i guess 52. what is your dream car? -i honestly dont give a shit as long as it actually fucking works 53. opinion on smoking? -cigarettes? fuck no that’s nastyyy. weed? that’s fine i guess but wait till you’re like 18. 54. do you go to college? -no. am sophomore n highschool 55. what is your dream job? -musician/palentologist 56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? -fuck the suburbs lmao, but also im tired of rural, so like.. semi urban?? 57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? -no but i take the little soaps >:)) 58. do you have freckles? -yes 59. do you smile for pictures? -awkwardly, yes 60. how many pictures do you have on your phone? -dont have a phone but i have like 12 on my computer currently. 4 are of me, the rest are of my cat or random shit 61. have you ever peed in the woods? -yes 62. do you still watch cartoons? -cartoons these days kinda suck but like if they were good fuck yeah i would like gravity falls can come hang yknow? 63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? -i had nuggets from mcdonalds today so i guess them? i dont really care 64. Favorite dipping sauce? -i got sweet and sour but i dont like it that much. that schezuan sauce was great 65. what do you wear to bed? -wouldnt you like to know? ;)) 66. have you ever won a spelling bee? -NO ive only been in two. the first one i misspelled the word “turmoil“ cause i had never heard it before and the second one i spelled the word “owed“ as “ode“ cause i was thinking like ode to joy and then i felt like a big Fool afterwards :(( 67. what are your hobbies? -lol what hobbies 68. can you draw? -i am physically able to draw, but not well, no 69 (haha). do you play an instrument? -yeah i play a few 70. what was the last concert you saw? -i saw Chicago in either georgia or tennessee i cant remember in like 2016 71. tea or coffee? -hot coffee, iced tea. NOT the other way around. (i love both though) 72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? -starbucks 73. do you want to get married? -sure why not 74. what is your crush’s first and last initial? -dont have a crush 75. are you going to change your last name when you get married? -idk maybe 76. what color looks best on you? -i dont know but i wear black a lot and that’s pretty dope 77. do you miss anyone right now? -yeah 78. do you sleep with your door open or closed? -closed 79. do you believe in ghosts? -on the fence. not 100% “oh my god look at these gHoSt oRbS i need to sage my house!!!“ but i accept that there’s some things i wont understand about the world and that i have no answers to. i wouldnt be surprised if there are, and i wouldnt be surprised if there aren’t. 80. what is your biggest pet peeve? -whatever my adhd decides i viscerally hate with a firey passion right at that moment 81. last person you called -my brother (the 1 of the 1.5 from #13 and the one who sliced his toe in #40) 82. favorite ice cream flavor? -chocolate is dope 83. regular oreos or golden oreos? -regular double stuff. if you say golden, mint, peppermint, or thin oreos i’m gonna have to euthanize you, i dont make the rules. 84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? -rainbow cause it’s prettier 85. what shirt are you wearing? -queen shirt from hot topic 86. what is your phone background? -i didnt get a phone between question 60 and now but my computer one is some mountains with the moon in the background 87. are you outgoing or shy? -really depends on who i’m around 88. do you like it when people play with your hair? -YES FUCK AAAAAAA (this girl played with my hair literally once in middle school and i was like oh shit and i had a crush on her until the end of middle school true story,,, so ashley if you’re out there-) 89. do you like your neighbors? -to the left they’re fine and their dog is nice but idk what happened to the horses so that’s sus but that’s where our cat came from so they can hang guess, behind me they’re fine but their boys are loud, to the right they’re fine, and even further to the right are the dope neighbors and waaaaaaaaaay far to the right is a llama and he’s dope as hell 90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? -whenever the fuck i remember to/have the energy 91. have you ever been high? -i dont think so but i wouldnt put it past myself 92. have you ever been drunk? -not that i can remember, no 93. last thing you ate? -sloppy joe from a can 94. favorite lyrics right now -”not gonna waste my life, cause i’ve been fucked up“ 95. summer or winter? -fall. fuck you 96. day or night? -night but i like it when it’s actually night and it doesnt get dark at like 4 fucking pm cause that makes me depressed 97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? -dark is good, milk is fine, white is only suitable for fancy stripes on chocolate covered strawberries 98. favorite month? -i vibe with september 99. what is your zodiac sign -sagittarius (was almost a scorpio but i was holding out >:))) 100. who was the last person you cried in front of? -in person, my mom like 6 months ago, on a discord call, my friend (i love you by the way, you’re the best,,, i dont think he has tumblr but im just putting it out there) like a month or so ago. i hate crying in front of people, i turn into such a hyperventilating snot monster which is not suitable for human gaze and thats the real tea :/

felix this took like 2 hours of my life i will never get back i hate you and i hope you’re happy with what you’ve done <3 <3

also anyone who wants to stalk me, enjoy this information that im handing to you on a silver platter :)) <3

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acioo · 5 years

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( PART THREE HERE ) & ( PART ONE HERE ) here are NINE MORE CHARACTER BASES ( label & background & personality ), all of whom i have played out in the past. they expand beyond ‘ the fuck boy ‘ and ‘ the arrogant rich kid ‘ because i think as a community we’re all tired of the cliche bull, so have some of my most fun & most subversive times. these are for inspiration purposes as well as admin purposes. if you are going to use these in an rph setting, i request credit, but otherwise, it’s not necessary. ( all details viable to change ; pinterest board links available for all of them - if you are interested in my characters, see my muse page ) TW : violence, alc, drugs, ( parental ) emotional neglect, death, blood, homelessness, police

001. THE WITCH — you are in the second generation of witchy women in your family. you’re not meant to misuse, you’re meant to give back, your mother tells you. nature loves you but nature holds grudges, your mother tells you. you are not you but we, your mother tells you. you will not heed her advice. age six, you learn how to make the tea boil in seconds just by whistling, even if you know that it’s not necessary. age ten, you make the kids who say bad words to you trip on their way up the stairs, leaving them with bloody noses and mouthfuls of curses. age sixteen, you fall in love with a girl who loves you like she’s going to lose you, who makes you forget why your parents crossed continents and why your blood sings a song of violence and why you stand unflinching in the eye of loss. you and your friends get into bad things when you start to get old enough for people to notice you. their eyes always go to you first. you and your dark eyes. you and the furrow in your brow. you and your lesson in awakening. you adopt another stray emotionally compromised teenager into your friend group and she tells you breathlessly, reverently that you’re the most beautiful person she’s ever seen. and it makes you mad, but maybe not at her, because you can recognize the good and bad people like a lie detector that’s seen too much and knows in details what a long night is because they’re all you have. you’re powerful in a way that they don’t seem to understand and maybe, you will take a lesson your mother. you’re powerful and you won’t let them see.

002. THE PROM QUEEN — the oldest by eleven minutes, you grow up trying to be everything your little siblings need. your parents are twisted but you learn to see them through rose-colored glasses instead of living in pain. when your siblings fall, you feel it, too, and when they cry, you cry too. it’s too much responsibility. your parents feed and clothe them, but you hold their mental health in your hands and the truth is you’re no better. you just got so good at hiding behind your mask that you can’t seem to tell the difference between you and party favor anymore, and the fact of the matter is that while they’re quiet and just so different in a way that your parents feared they would be, you blend in like a chameleon. you’re class president and prom royal. that’s the way it’s always been. but all the makeup in the world can’t hide the fact that you’re no better. the older you get, the more they can see. your grandmother, first. then your little sister’s best friend. your first love. everything you try to hide sits in your lap and you try to wrestle it into submission and sometimes it wins. they know you but you don’t. your eyes flash golden sometimes when you’re mad enough that you remember that you’re the one who put the burn stains on the wood floors of your family’s old penthouse, but you’re more human than anyone can ever even imagine.

003. THE UNAPOLOGETIC SLOTH — you’re the small-town preacher’s child who comes out with a slam when you turn ten years old. you’re burning your clothes in the basement when your mother comes home from book club. you’re looking for a way out, but all she wants to know is if you want to do it in the expensive fire pit outside instead. they call you their golden child but no one else shares the sentiment. you’re lucky that your group of friends ( they don’t look like you exactly or act like you exactly, but you all know what it’s like to feel like you’re alone in the world, or you did until you met them ) likes the way you bite back even if your grandmother doesn’t and neither does she come over for christmas dinner anymore and it tears you up inside until you bleed an angry and violent storm and trail curses ( against anyone, against god, if there is a god at all, if you even believe in a god at all ) down the creaky wood stairs from your room all the way into you mom’s lexus. you’ll come back but for now, you are a tempest and you are only beautiful when you’re burning. you’re not the type to bend yourself out of shape for people who won’t look back at you. you’re happy with yourself in a way that most people wish they could be, most people who spend nights drinking or turning in bed or smiling. you’re happy because you couldn’t care less.

004. THE PYROMANIAC — the child of two famous superheroes, you’re the picturesque image of your mother. you only have your father’s mutant blue eyes and you think that you’ll curse your mother with unhappiness for it until she gives up on you like you want her to. you hate her for her giving you everything you have. your powers, your hair, your two good hands. you love your father more than you love anything. it starts when you’re still little. lying about your powers, saying you have your fathers. your parents can’t stop it. the therapists certainly can’t stop it. not even your classmates' jeers can. the fires start in your teens around the time you start sneaking out at night. your mother with her kind eyes ( not yours, which are an icy and violent storm that everyone needs to seek cover from ) and tired crinkle in her forehead, who loves you even if the only time she gets your affection is at the request of your father, asks you about it and you don’t answer, look at her with contempt and a scoff. she knows the answer anyway. you’re the angriest kid she knows and they all wonder where you got it from as you project the worst pieces of your parents. your father's arrogance. your mother’s envy. by the time you turn eighteen, you’ve been arrested six times ( your party stories are to die for ; arson & assault & arson & underage drinking & arson & disorderly conduct ). you’re so hilarious, so famous, that they like to forget that you are also lethal.

005. THE PRINCELY POLYMATH — you don’t grow up as a person. the only child of one of the richest men the world may yet see, you come out of nowhere. bright hair and brighter eyes, you look and act nothing like your father. it takes you many years to find out that the only reason you’re surrounded by people is that they want something from you. the anxiety develops around the same time. coils into you and holds you tight. you cover it up poorly with anger and insult. it’s a bad look on you and it makes you bite your tongue hard enough to draw blood but it’s better than the alternative. you’re still going to get followed around. you’re still going to have callers. because you’re attractive and you’re devastating and you’re one of the brightest minds they’ve ever seen. you try not to let your father find out that under that mop of blonde curls lies a brain that can’t be matched, but he does when the maid returns from your room with empty vodka bottles and books on aeronautics and too-tiny baggies and sketches of architecture. your iq test makes the news, but you just wanted something of your own. your new school is just as fancy, but now you don’t have to hide the fact that you’re bored and unchallenged. when you’re fourteen, your starlet mother, who your father never forgave you for resembling, will overdose on pills in a bathroom in ibiza as you take the sats. you’re not allowed to be sad. you haven’t seen her since your fifth birthday. there’s nothing for you here. you wonder when there will be.

006. THE BEST OF THEM ALL — for as long as you can remember, you’ve been the nicest kid anyone has ever known. a candy-sweet smile and you really mean it, too. people marvel at the way you carry yourself and the hpw you can speak to people, but they’re always looking over your shoulder for your brighter, more reckless friends. you’re in the instagram posts but you’re no one’s first choice, and it’s okay because you’re used to it. you’re still going to be there when they fall down and cut themselves on the sharp edges of others that you told them with a wavering voice to watch out for. you keep a shovel in your trunk and your ringer on. because you’re that good. you won’t survive this kind of disregard but you think you’ve known this from the start. you’re not the protagonist in this story, but maybe you should be. people like to hear about warzones and long nights with longer bottles but the fact of the matter is that you’re not the kind of kid. you’re warm hands and a down looked smile. you won’t stand on the edge of the mountain but you’re happy to use your first aid kit to patch up anyone who does.

007. THE ACTIVIST — your mother never wants to be a mother and your father isn’t the kind of man she’d trust with her heart, let alone you with your chubby hands and big eyes. giving you up is the right thing to do. you run away from foster homes left and right. eventually, they stop looking for you, and you move from state to state, a rolling stone of your own. you find a person of your own. you call them your twin, but the facts don’t line up in a way you won’t realize for a very long time. eventually, you find your place with a microphone in hand and a shoebox under your feet. you care about everyone but yourself and you’re pretty okay with that. you’re a survivor, you always have been. when you’re fifteen, the peaceful protest you organized gets interrupted by local police who ask for a permit that’s not there. the noise ruptures your eardrum ; the crowd, the riot guns, the yelling. you never get back all your hearing but it won’t stop you. you’d never let that happen. you keep going, just different and with the help of friends. when you’re sixteen, you’re moving through a crowd, doc martens ahead of you when you stumble into a strong chest. an older man with a kind smile. when he offers to walk you home, asks if you’re parents know where you are this time of day, you laugh, but he’s serious. ( you’ve never met someone kind over the age of twenty. ) he adopts you in the spring and your platform is larger now, but you’re still the same old kid with fire in their heart and no chip on your straight shoulders. that’s the year you track down your biological mother. she’s apologetic and kind, but honest with you and you forgive her. she thought she was doing what was best for you and you think, despite the grim, and the scares, and the bad parts, that she did. you grow up, move from smartphones to tv screens to podcasts. you make a difference.

008. THE PSYCHIC’S DAUGHTER — you’re never going to be your sister, and eventually, you’ll be able to live with this fact. she’ll know of a father, a man who has dark hair and dark eyes and a dark heart, but you left him breathless and unhappy because he, like you, is a fighter. the worst person you know has your last name and your lips. your mother. she is what someone would call a powerful woman. she opens up a business of psychic women, trademarked under your last name, and you know it’s going to haunt you until the day you die. you know they have no power. you know they’re a trick of the light or a flick of a card or a bag of sequins. they teach you one thing. if you say anything with enough confidence, someone will believe you. you don’t know why you never say anything, but you don’t. you won’t. you will never reveal their secret. it’s not yours to tell. when you’re sixteen, following after your sister with big puppy dog eyes as she speaks gold and weaves silk with her steps, she will beat a girl half to death on the football field. she never tells you why and it seals the fate between you, but the truth is that you’d never be able to forgive yourself if she told you. ( she did it for you. the unloved child people whisper about under the bleachers. the psychic's youngest. you’ll curse them, they say. ) you are not your sister and you’re certainly not your mother. you’re dramatic, earnestly so, not with an outreached hand but with an open heart. and you may never recover from spending your days in the dark house at the end of the block, but it won’t hurt to try.

009. THE BACKGROUND CHARACTER — your small town chokes you from a young age. you grow up as one of the cool ones in that big squad of pretty, rich kids that everyone wants to be apart of, but you never asked for entry. your mother’s a bird who breathes down your neck, pecks at you for answers that she will never get because you’re too stunted, too angry to really be the child she’d always dreamed of having, and you find that kind of funny because you’re a lab baby that cost more than her car. you’ll try for her, but not for anyone else. they know that your ‘we’ll see‘s and your ‘maybe‘s are really just your fun way of saying you don’t want to hang out. you’ll try for her because she gave you everything you have ever had, but all they give you is migraines. too loud and too inconsiderate, you think. you’re a harsh judge on people, but they know what they bought into when they invested your sour apple self. you watch from the windows and that’s how you’ve always liked it. you’re safe there. they can’t hurt you. you’ll sleep with one every other month, or attend a party or two, but you’re too fast and too much of a whim for them to even know you before you’re gone.

#rph #rpt #rpc #rpa #resources #masterlist #admin help #writing #mine: char bases

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werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years

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EXO as Fuckbois

Minseok:

Rich heir to a renowned prestigious business | flashy brands and makeup | fancy pool parties at the roof of his mansion | not interested in a serious relationship but wouldn't mind spending heaps of money on whoever has caught his eye this time | you'll be treated as a queen although temporarily | classic sugar daddy (and yes obv daddy kinks too) | giving him bjs in his Ferrari that lead to sex in luxury hotel suites | doesn't come back for seconds though so it'd be wise to cherish your time when his eyes are only on you

Junmyeon:

The CEO fuckboi | no time for a relationship, sex is for pleasure and to destress ONLY | we're talking daddy kinks all over the place | will ditch you if you're emotionally involved | you only have yourself to blame if you expect more than what he is offering | the offer is awfully tempting tho, a fact made more promising, convincing and appealing after the first time you have sex | you’re just the pretty arm candy at his expensive galas who he later pounds into the mattress at the hotel | taking you to fancy places on a whim in his private jet and fucking you senseless in exotic cities

Yixing:

The hardworking fuckboi | hustling all day, too many goals and not enough time | the fuckboi that can't commit not because of trust issues but cause he genuinely has no time for a relationship | the kind to cancel on even sex appointments because some work came up | yet will snapchat you whatever exciting thing he's doing that day | meets a lot ot people, fucks a lot of them | you know you're not the only one he thinks of but it's still nice to know that THAT song he wrote was about you | the kinda fuckboi that'll be gone before you wake up in the morning | but he'll kiss your head before he leaves

Kyungsoo:

The cold one, tragic heartbreak backstory™️ | ain't no one breaking that cold hard shell | only time you see him smile is with his friends | never calls/texts back | yet you feel yourself drawing closer when he gazes at you like that | you know its just for tonight but his lips make you forget that little fact and before you can overthink it, you're giving in and letting him drag you to the bed

Baekhyun:

The life of every party | "bros before hoes" (still appreciates a hoe tho) | hot & cute, a rare irresistable duality | the one everyone loves despite being as fuckboi as the rest | his charm and humour sucks you in just like all the girls before you | endless teasing, both in flirty words to lure you into bed and in bed | the fuckboi that you can still laugh with and meet, even after your one-night stand because with him, its never awkward | which is exactly why he's the kinda fuckboi you'd still go back to

Jongdae:

The og fuckboi™️ (dont @ me) | classic fuckboi cheesy flirty pickup lines and sliding into your dms at late night with "u up?" | doesn't bother with tricks and false promises, tells you directly that he's only in it for the sex | the kind that everyone warns you about but you can't stop going back for more | probably the most dangerous because there's something about him that's so sexy, so attractive, so addicting and he knows this, uses it to his advantage until you're wrapped around his finger | the one that'll hurt the most despite all your pep-talks to yourself that it will never be more because when his face is buried in your shoulder, soft breaths hitting your neck while his hair tickles your face, you can't help but wish for more

Chanyeol:

Multitalented king | the kind who doesn't catch your attention at first but draws you in the more you look at him | he sings well, raps well, plays the guitar well and its not surprising that his mouth and fingers are gifted at other things just the same | the kinda fuckboi that makes your heart ache cause he'll treat you like a princess and will do everything relationship-like with you but will never commit | his dreams are too high for him to settle down so he'd rather just have fun along the way

Kai:

THE fuckboi | stereotypical playboy | another rich heir + fashion king | the one with the smirk + gaze + body that drives every one who sees it crazy | the one that everyone is attracted to, even if they say they aren't | his mere glance is enough to have you soaking | smirks at you when he sees you flustered because he knows his power | if he wants you, he will have you because he's fire and you're a mere moth to his brilliant flame | the one with the irresistable sex appeal | if you're looking for the best sex you'll ever have, this is your man

Sehun:

Spoiled heir of a conglomerate | another "bros before hoes" fuckboi | always teasing and playful, even during sex | the most adventurous sex you'll ever have | threesomes/orgies are a given, he doesn't care about gender | foreplay, kinks, fetishes--sex that will leave you sore and limping the next day | right when you start to forget and move on, he'll make his way back into your life until you're back in his bed just the way he wants you

A/N: I just got an idea for “exo x supernatural creatures” while writing this (my exams for this week just got postponed so I’m on a fucking roll) as well as something for nct so if anyone has any requests, please drop em in my inbox, I’m going to continue writing these while procrastinating on my fics cAuSe WhY nOT? 🤡

#exo #exo list #exo minseok #exo junmyeon #exo yixing #exo baekhyun #exo jongdae #exo chanyeol #exo kai #exo sehun #this was... i honestly don't know where this came from #they were supposed to be moodboards of all of them but my fatass got lazy after making these shitty collages lol #had fun with this tho since I could make it longer than I did on Twitter

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ocean-in-my-rebel-soul · 5 years

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“Alaska’s an open-carry state,” I remember as I prime my face and eyes. My hair drips, still damp from the shower. It’s cold down my back. I need a haircut--but maybe not too short, not too queer.

I set the primer with powder. I remind myself that I need a new cheap fake-fancy makeup sponge. More money spent on being a girl. My wallet and heart weep. Only when the powder covers any hint of my family still in Korea do I brush away the excess. A few minutes with the hairdryer takes care of my hair but it can’t warm the sinking glacier that has become my stomach over the last few days.

Bright blue shadow. Unambiguously feminine. I forget to wet my brush first and it comes out undersaturated, weak, uncertain. We have that in common. I wet the brush and try again. There’s fall-out on my cheek, under my eye while I paint myself into some semblance of womanhood. There are women--people of all stripes, really--who do this every day, who spend hours perfecting the ways to brush colors on the curves of their face from about six inches away at the bathroom mirror. God, I don’t know how to feel about that fact; I hope some of them at least enjoy it.

I have forty minutes left before work, a shift I didn’t prepare for, and every minute feels precious, something falling through the fingers of my cupped hands. I already know I’ll be half an hour late. A price to pay; the first hour of my shift’s always slow, anyway, and I’m working with the good bartenders. They can handle it. They’ll have to.

Black, now. A little smokey eye. I’ve always fought with these little Korean eyes. ‘Almond,’ magazines call them. ‘Exotic.’

‘Different’ is what they amount to. ‘Difficult.’ Years of Google searches lend themselves to a blending effort that’s mostly passable under dim bar lighting. The same searches have led to the uncomfortable knowledge that my face is literally uneven--only one epicanthal fold, on my left eye, while my right is normal. White. The brow bone on my left side sits a little lower, puffing the skin just a little deeper into the hooded shape.

I spend a few minutes trying not to think about how at least Harvey Dent had a horrific accident that led to his face being fucked up. I just was born.

I dot on more black eyeshadow. Smokey eyes for my smoke and mirror show. Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, because that’s all there is, right? Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Thirty minutes left. I stare at the hazel of my eyes from under their peacock-blue shadow. I’ve never been good at recognizing myself, and I can’t see who the woman in front of me is supposed to be anymore.

If I draw my eyeliner sharp enough, maybe I could kill that man before he kills me. It’s an open-carry state, and he knows where I work.

“It’s an open-carry state,” I remind myself. Back to work.

The eyeliner pen, my dreadful favorite, stares balefully from the haphazard cup of makeup sticks and pens on my bathroom counter. Cat-eye or wings? Man or woman? “You’ve gotta choose,” my new doctor says, the fate of my mental health in his hands. He shrugs, almost apologetic, mostly unconcerned. It’s the first thing he’s said to me once the door closed, even before his credentials or experience. “So, he or she?”

I curl my arms around myself in that office chair. It digs, uncomfortable, against my broken back and battered soul. “She,” I grudgingly mutter, rough like glass in my throat. He types his notes so easily--like he didn’t make me shatter my own psyche for the sake of his comfortable disinterest.

I make a choice. Wings. Wings wide enough to let me fly away from this place. The blackness is stark against the almost neon-blue of my shadow. It curls in lines that don’t want to stay straight.

If I draw my eyeliner sharp enough, maybe it could kill two men.

I sharpen it further with concealer and foundation and set it all with more powder that only makes me sneeze. My eyeliner threatens to smudge. I turn the hairdryer on my face to keep from wasting all this hard work. Twelve minutes left. If I were a better woman, or better at being a woman, I’d have figured out how to do this faster. I’d be better.

Eleven, now, and I draw on my contour. I remember the wonderful, beautiful drag queen who taught me the magic of contours, who walked me through brush shapes and diffusion and blending. Lines of bronze carve cheekbones from happy fat of twenty-eight birthday dinners, hundreds of date nights, thousands of meals shared with loved ones. They drip down my neck to lengthen, to hide and shadow my broad jaw and the way it lay clenched tight. My teeth hurt and my jaw aches. I relax. I breathe. My ribs hurt where they get dug into by a binder that doesn’t quite fit right. I remember vividly the feeling of cracked ribs and pray to any god that’s listening that I don’t have to cough.

Ten minutes.

A highlight. Here, there, everywhere. Inner corners of my eyes, hiding the epicanthal fold of my heritage, brightening and widening and White-ening them. Under the uneven ridge of brows that never quite grew right after being plucked to within an inch of their life in the 2000s when I first had the inkling of not being a girl and so desperately wishing, needing to be one, even then, even at nine years old.

I highlight those carven cheekbones because I have enough paint on to live at the goddamn Louvre. I dot some shimmer on the tip of my nose. The tip of my fucking nose. If anyone’s looking at my nose, my eyeshadow isn’t doing its job. I highlight anyway.

Two minutes lost contemplating the fuckery. Eight minutes left.

Panic. Spray setting spray. Get some in my mouth. It’s disgusting, for all its aloe and cucumber smell. I hit my face with the hairdryer again. I reapply the fucking shimmer to my goddamn nose and wonder at which point, exactly, I turn into Rudolph the Highlighted Reindeer. It’s only this thought that stills my hand from dusting my nose a third time.

Line the lips. Lips that always got attention. “Damn, girl,” an old coworker exclaims, seven years ago when I’m the ripe old age of 20. I need the job or else I’m homeless. He leans in and smiles like he’s just found them, just discovered them. He spends longer looking at my lips than he does at the training materials he’s supposed to teach me and doesn’t learn my name for the whole first day we work together. “Damn.” I spend the winter of 2011-2012 homeless anyway and wish to slap him in all the inventive ways I keep to myself each time he looks at me in the seven months we work together.

Red, like blood. Red, like war.

The lipstick applies smoother than anything else I’ve put on tonight and I hate it just a little bit.

Red, like danger.

Red, like STOP.

“Damn, girl.”

I highlight the ridge of my Cupid’s bow and wish that Cupid found himself with more of a compound action type thing. Shoot me in the face with something a little more powerful, fucker.

I highlight the ridge of my Cupid’s bow over lips that are too plush, too full, too wide to wear anything but a coy smile, even when I’m screaming.

Two minutes left. I spray more setting spray on my face and hope for the best. I jerk my shoulder weird getting into a regular bra--one that ‘lifts and separates’ but I’ve been binding for fifteen years now, so it’s not like there’s much tissue to ‘lift and separate’ and honestly, I’ve felt separated from myself for years.

It has some hella good padding, though. It’s my “girl” bra. The “good” bra. I’m a good girl in it.

“It’s an open-carry state.”

I stare at my reflection and the literal stranger staring back at me. I can’t recognize myself visually, anyway. At least the lady in front of me has killer eyeliner.

If only it could kill anyone other than me.

I pull my shirt on as I shuffle to the living room. “Wow, you look amazing,” my roommate’s girlfriend says. “That eyeshadow, fucking wow.”

“Thanks,” I say. “Peacock blue. Peacock’s my favorite animal,” I say, shoving my too-big man feet into coordinating blue flats. “Useless and vain, just like me.”

The peacock is the male of his species, and he’s beautiful and painted so brilliantly, and he, too, gets misgendered.

She laughs. I try not to cry.

#trans tag #trans #makeup #this was/is written as like... a spoken word piece #because honestly #tonight was just too fucking much #this *week* has been too fucking much #so if this resonates with you #for whatever reason #feel free to share it #if the spirit moves you

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A/N: This story is really just a plethora of fluff and cute moments. Chenry and a little bit of Jenry. (Fair warning, it’s kinda long.) Thanks for reading!

"Just let me finish-"

"It's MY straightener—"

"YOU DON'T EVEN USE IT! YOU DON'T STRAIGHTEN YOUR HAIR, WHY DO YOU NEED—"

"I DON'T USE IT BECAUSE YOU STOLE IT MONTHS AGO AND IM JUST NOW FIGURING OUT WHERE ITS BEEN—"

"JUST BACK UP CHAR, JUST—"

"YOU DON'T EVEN NEED IT YOUR HAIRS ALREADY STRAIGHT, LITERALLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING-"

"GUYS?!"

It was Jasper's panic-stricken voice that made Henry and Charlotte finally stop screaming at one another. They stood there in their awkward poses for a few seconds—Henry's long arm stretching over his head as he held up the hair straightener so Charlotte couldn't reach it, Charlotte's knee propped on the bathroom counter as she was about to climb onto it to gain some height and rip her straightener out of her annoying best friend's hand, her arms outstretched and awkwardly tangled between Henry's other arm and the leg he'd held up to keep some distance between them, his entire body leaning away from her until he looked like the letter 'r'. "Yes?" They asked him calmly.

"I was using it first!" He yelled, pointing toward his head. Half his hair was curly and half was straight. He'd been in the middle of doing his hair when Henry ran in to tell him he needed to use the straightener to fix the ends of his hair real quick, but when Charlotte had walked in in hopes of finding her diamond earrings, she'd snatched the thing out of Henry's hand and stared at it in awe. She hadn't seen her straightener since last October! When had she taken it to Henry's house?!

"All I needed to do was straighten my tips—"

"All you need to do is give me back MY straightener!" Charlotte huffed. As Henry relaxed his body, she snatched it out of his hand and shoved it in Jasper's direction, causing him to shriek and jump back. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You finish up while Henry and I look for my earrings." She ordered.

"But I don't want to look for your earrings." Henry pouted. She sent him a dirty look and yanked him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. "You check under your bed, I'll check in your closet."

"Why would they be under my bed?" He questioned, sending her a puzzled look. She rolled her eyes. "They could've been kicked under there if I dropped them while I was carrying all my stuff in."

He nodded in agreement. That made much more sense than what he'd originally thought. He just assumed that she'd been hiding under his bed without him knowing for some reason.

He grunted as he slid to the floor, his body disagreeing completely with his movements. He was sore and stiff from the fight he'd had with some crazy ass villain last night. What was his name? Barge? That guy was massive.

He was already exhausted and prom wasn't for another hour and a half.

"Those stupid earrings are the only earrings that I brought, and I can't show up to prom earring less! That's just not right! And they go perfectly with my shoes, they literally tie the outfit together. And they were expensive! If I can't find them my mom is gonna kill me! But more importantly, if I can't find them then that means I can't go to prom. My look relies on those stupid ear accessories! They match the little diamonds in my dress, the diamonds in my hair, the diamonds on my shoes—what's my mom gonna say about me losing her fancy earrings when I promised I'd be responsible and—"

Henry had found the earrings almost as soon as he'd laid down to look for them, but Charlotte rarely lost her cool like this and he found it a little amusing that she was going crazy over a pair of earrings that she was sure she'd never see again despite the fact that he was holding them in the palm of his hand as she spoke. Plus, now that he was looking under his bed, he noticed that a lot of the stuff he'd been looking for for months was right under him the whole time. The other halves of quite a few pairs of his socks, the remote control he'd had to replace because he was sure he'd thrown it away accidentally, about six pairs of headphones, even a jar of Nutella that had probably been under there since a few years ago when he thought he was fired from being kid danger...He wondered if there was any way it was still some good.

"—My mom told me that my great aunt went to her prom without earrings once and she was never the same again. She wasn't crowned prom queen which sent her life spiraling. It was all downhill from there, and long story short, she's on death row now...Of course, my mom didn't exactly say that all that was because of her lack of earrings, but I'm smart enough to be able to draw my own conclusions. I mean, why else would she shank that man that had in the earrings that looked vaguely like the ones she'd planned to wear to prom?" Charlotte paused her frantic movements—she'd been throwing all of Henry's things around the whole time she'd been talking—and stared off into space for a moment. She shivered after a second and got back to throwing things around. "I really don't wanna have to shank someone because of earrings."

Henry knew he'd probably be on the receiving end of whatever abuse Charlotte was gonna be giving out over her earrings, so he decided now was the time to announce that he'd found them. He stood up with a loud groan and popped his back before turning toward her. "I found your lobe rings." He announced before looking at the mess she made. "Charlotte, what are you doing?! You're destroying my closet!"

"You found them?! You found the rings for my lobes?!" She screamed happily, running toward him. He shoved the earrings in her general direction and away from him in fear of getting tackled. Once she'd snatched them out of his hands, he walked toward his messy closet. It wasn't that bad to be honest, and maybe it even looked better than before because he wasn't too keen on keeping it clean, but he knew an opportunity when he saw one. "You're gonna have to reorganize my entire closet, you know?"

Charlotte wasn't stupid even when she was distracted by the beauty of her dazzling earrings, but she agreed, only because she'd been wanting to do something about his ridiculously messy closet for a long time now.

***

Everyone looked stunning. Jasper had on a white suit and tie with a gold undershirt and gold shoes. It was a bold choice, but both Henry and Charlotte were shocked at how nice he actually looked. He'd even done his makeup, despite the fact that he refused to admit that to them even though they told him there was nothing wrong with a dude wanting to dress his face up. He'd made sure to do his eyebrows perfectly and added a subtle pink lipstick to his lips.

Henry was wearing a black suit with golden flowers all over it. He'd promised Jasper that they'd match in some way or another, and he really liked this suit anyway so why not?

Charlotte, as Henry had said many times in the last three minutes, looked like some sort of goddess. She had somehow managed to put little diamonds throughout her curly hair—something that both Jasper and Henry thought was majestic as hell. They couldn't understand how she could've possibly managed to make them stay in there. They thought it must've been witchcraft—and her dress was bright red, clung to every curve, and went all the way down to her feet. There was a slit in the left thigh that allowed her to show off her fishnet stockings which also had diamonds in them. Her shoes really did match her earrings, they were completely diamond too. Her necklace and bracelet tied the outfit together perfectly, along with her beautiful makeup. Red lipstick and gold eyeshadow with the perfect highlighter.

Henry was in awe. She looked magical. She looked like a literal, actual princess. Sure, she always looked good, but he'd never seen her looking this good. "We look good." He grinned after he was finally able to pull his eyes away from Charlotte.

"We better get going before we're too late to be fashionable!" Jasper exclaimed as he looked at the time on his phone. They were supposed to be thirty minutes late, not forty! And if they didn't get moving soon, they would be! Charlotte rolled her eyes at him and let out a small laugh which drew Henry's attention right back to her.

When had his best friend started looking so...good?

"You should probably go see how Piper is coming along." Charlotte blushed as she noticed him staring again. Henry nodded, but he didn't move.

Jasper watched as his two best friends had a short staring contest, both of them letting out awkward laughs every now and then but never attempting to move or break eye contact. It was as if they were both in a trance that was only broken when Jasper waved his hand between their faces. "Henry?" He questioned.

"Right, Piper!" He cleared his throat and stumbled away from them and toward the stairs. He needed to go to Piper's room and see what was taking her so long. She had been the first of them to start getting ready, she should've definitely been done by now.

It was only when he was at the very top of the stairs and turning the corner that he stopped looking at Charlotte. Cause she was no longer in sight and he literally couldn't.

He speed walked down the hallway and knocked impatiently on Piper's door, now suddenly in a hurry to get back downstairs. Charlotte was probably doing something cute right this second and he was missing it because he had to talk to his sister!

"Come in!" She screamed. He opened the door quickly and practically ran in, only to see her taking off her jewelry. He scrunched up his face, confused, and held out his hands, silently asking her what the hell she was doing.

"I'm not going to prom."

Well, if she'd said that a few years ago it would've made more sense and it would've actually been true. Piper wasn't even old enough to go to their school dance, yet she'd been going to it since she was in fourth grade. Her school didn't have dances and she needed an excuse to wear fancy dresses at least once a year! So, she'd been insisting on going since she was younger and since the principal was practically scared of her, he allowed her and a few of her friends to come as long as they all agreed not to drink the punch.

"What do—what do—what do you mean you're not going to prom?" He exclaimed in confusion. She rolled her eyes and kicked her shoes off. "I'm still gonna drop you guys off, I'm just not going in myself."

"Why not? You love prom. You've been talking about it for months. 'Oh I can't wait to dance with Jack!' 'Oh Jack is gonna love my dress!' 'Jack is gonna look so great!' 'Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack!' What happened to that?" Henry questioned dumbly. She shrugged her shoulders and let out a small sigh. "There is no more Jack. He decided he didn't want to go to prom anymore. I mean—with me. He's going with Jana—"

"Don't you dare say Tetrazini!"

She nodded. "Jana Tetrazini."

"Ough!" He shook his head and punched the air in frustration. "That little jizzbag! Why's he going with her?"

"Because she asked him?" Piper looked at Henry as if he was dumb and then plopped onto her bed "He was excited to go with me all the way up until two hours ago when Jana apparently called him and told him that her date, Bobby Butouski, got sent to the hospital because of an allergic reaction to mint flavored gum and wouldn't be able to make it to prom. So, she asked Jack to take her and he agreed."

"Why would he do that when he knew he already had plans to go with you?"

"Because Jana's better than me." Piper rolled her eyes and grabbed a large pillow to hug as she slid toward the wall her bed was up against. "Whatever she wants, she gets, and she wanted my man." She grabbed the remote that controlled her stereo, pressed a few buttons, and within a few moments 'Mr. Lonely' by Bobby Vinson was blasting throughout the room. "Leave me." She whispered dramatically before leaning over to grab some shades and the Icarly toy remote she'd purchased a few years back. She pressed the 'boo' button over and over until Henry walked over and snatched it out of her hand. He pulled her shades off, turned the music off, and snatched the pillow away from her, much to her dismay, and then sat next to her.

"Piper, look, what Jack did was wrong. He's a real asshole if you ask me—" she sent him a look. She'd cursed a few times before and he'd scolded her for it, yet he was allowed to say whatever he wanted? "—but that doesn't mean your whole night has to be ruined. You invited half your grade to our prom," he rolled his eyes. "You're telling me you wouldn't be able to find another guy to hang out with?"

"I don't want to," she shook her head. "I don't wanna show up. Do you know how humiliating it's gonna be having to watch Jack and Jana together along with the rest of my grade, who all know that me and him are supposed to be each other's dates? Everyone's gonna laugh at me and I can't threaten everyone."

"You won't have to! Charlotte, Jasper and I will watch out for you."

"You don't wanna spend your whole prom night dealing with me and my drama."

No, he certainly didn't, but he was almost sure that it wouldn't be as bad as Piper thought it'd be. She'd get there and be shy for a few minutes and then she'd started talking to her friends and she'd see that they weren't judging her and everything would be fine. Probably.

"It'll be fine." He assured her. "You put your jewelry back on and meet me downstairs in five minutes. You're going to prom, and you're gonna enjoy it!"

With one last sigh, Piper finally nodded and got up. Henry grinned and walked out of her room, closing the door behind him and then nearly ran down the stairs.

"She'll be out in a few. She's having boy troubles."

"Boy troubles?" Charlotte raised a perfectly arched brow and Henry sent her a goofy smile. Boy, she sure was attractive. "Yeah, Jack is now the date of Jana-"

"Don't you dare say Tetrazini!" Jasper warned Henry. Henry nodded. "Tetrazini."

"Ugh!" Charlotte and Jasper groaned at the same time. "That girl is such a witch!" Charlotte shook her head.

"She came into junk n stuff once and spit her lollipop pieces in my favorite bucket!" Jasper exclaimed. Henry and Charlotte both side eyed him but said nothing.

"I'm ready!" Piper came down the stairs with no pep in her step. She looked great, though! Her dress was a white two-piece with lots of lace on it, the skirt long and dragging behind her. Her hair was in a curly updo. Her makeup was simple and subtle but really brought out her features, and she too was wearing a couple pieces of diamond jewelry.

"Wow, you look great!" Charlotte encouraged.

"You clean up nice, pipes."

"You look good, baby sis."

"Thanks," Piper sent them all a small smile. "Let's get this show on the road!"

***

They showed up to prom thirty-five minutes late and Jasper figured he could deal with that. The first thing he did when they stepped into the building was head toward the food table, and Charlotte followed close behind. At first, it was with intentions of keeping him from spilling anything on his white suit, but the moment she saw the nachos that was canceled. She didn't have time to care about Jasper or his suit when there were cheesy nachos with various toppings staring her right in the face. She quickly slapped away the hand of some guy who'd been trying to grab a nacho from the big bowl. "Wait your turn!"

Henry walked Piper toward the area where her friends were, his hand resting on her shoulder and guiding her along despite the fact that she didn't wanna face them. "Now listen, if anyone gives you any trouble, just text me and I'll come find you. I don't think you have much to worry about, though, because it's not like—"

Before he could finish talking, Piper was falling forward. Someone had bumped into her nearly hard enough to knock her down. Henry quickly caught her and made sure she was okay, and by the time he'd done that, Jana was standing in front of them with one hand on her hip and the other hand holding Jack's. "Sorry, didn't see you there, you kinda blend in with the room." She giggled. "The walls and floor are white, but they aren't human shaped so you're lying!" Henry exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at her. Jana giggled and Piper squeezed her eyes shut before patting her brother on the shoulder. "Thanks, Hen." She sighed.

"You're welcome." He nodded, feeling accomplished.

"So ugh...Where's your date?" Jana questioned. By now, a small crowd had formed around them, so Piper didn't wanna say that Jana had stolen her date out loud so that anyone who didn't already know could. Besides, Jana already knew that. Piper glanced at Jack who looked apologetic as he stared back at her, but that look was quickly replaced with a large smile when Jana tugged on his hand and made him look at her.

"You stole him you...you date thief!" Henry announced. Piper growled in frustration and threw her hands up in the air. Earlier when he'd talked to her he'd actually succeeded in making her feel better, and he even made her think that things would be okay and that he'd help, but now she regretted showing up and believing that her brother could make anything about this situation any better.

Luckily, Charlotte and Jasper had grabbed all the food they wanted and came to stand by Henry and Piper.

"Oh, so you couldn't find another one?" Jana questioned, tilting her head in mock confusement. "Gee Piper, if I'd known that nobody besides Jack actually wanted to be your date, I wouldn't have taken him from you." She smirked.

Piper narrowed her eyes at her and then turned to look at Jack again. He was still too busy drooling at Jana to actually say anything.

"Piper doesn't need a date to have fun." Charlotte jumped in as soon as she'd chewed her nachos up. "She's happy enough with herself to be able to function properly when she's alone. She doesn't need a guy to be by her side just to have a good time, and that's a great quality to have, because guess what? When no guy wants to be around you anymore, you're gonna wish you were able to live with yourself, singular, not plural!" Charlotte stepped closer and closer until she was towering over Jana by the time she was finished. Jana took a few steps back, looking uncomfortable and maybe even a little scared. Henry took a few steps back too, only because he was shocked. His face scrunched up as he looked all around, trying to see if anyone else had just witnessed what he had. Charlotte had never been sexier to him. When had she gotten so badass? Seriously!

"Charlotte's right! Piper doesn't need a guy to have fun!" That was Jasper's only contribution to the conversation before he was digging back into his own nachos and shoving another finger sandwich in his mouth.

"Gee, Piper, are you just gonna stand there and let everyone talk for you the whole night? Must've lost your voice at the same time as you lost your man." Jana and a few other girls giggled and Piper rolled her eyes.

"There's no hard feelings, Jana." She shook her head.

"There's not?"

"I have a few hard feelings, myself."

"I wouldn't say that."

Piper glared at Henry and his friends and they got quiet again. She turned back to face Jana again and smiled at her. "I think it's really nice of you to put everything Jack said about you behind you so you guys could come and enjoy prom together tonight."

"What are you talking about?" Jana questioned, eyeing Jack. Jack shook his head at Piper as discreetly as he could, but Piper kept talking. "Yeah, I mean, if someone had talked to all their friends about my weird stench I would not have taken them to prom." She laughed. "And, oh my gosh! The fact that you forgave him for being the reason you lost more than thirty of your followers on TwitFlash—" "WHAT?"

"Yeah! He's so funny—he literally got the whole dance team to unfollow you because he told them that you'd been talking about how their routines were terrible and you could do better in your sleep!"

"Oh yeah...I forgot all about that." One of the girls who'd been laughing with Jana earlier turned to glare at her.

"Plus, remember that video of you falling into the Swellview Well that was going around online? He begged his friend to send that to him and then posted it!"

Jana had almost forgotten about falling into that stupid well, and so had everyone else, but now that Piper had mentioned it they were all laughing at her expense once again. Jana's cheeks turned red as she snatched her hand away from Jack and stomped her foot.

"Gee Jana," Piper mocked, laughing as she watched Jana pout,"Yeah, there's no hard feelings! I just think it's really nice that you can be so forgiving! Enjoy your night."

Piper quietly thanked her brother and his friends and told them she'd be alright by herself and then walked toward a large group of her friends who immediately began talking about Jana's nasty fall again. Jana stomped off in the opposite direction with Jack chasing after her and frantically apologizing.

"Glad I was able to help her fix that." Henry grinned. Charlotte rolled her eyes and Jasper groaned as he ate his last bit of food. "The nights only getting started and it's already awesome!"

***

Henry was beginning to sweat because of all the dancing he'd been doing. The DJ was playing random music. It went from 'Imagine' by Ariana Grande to 'Almost Love' by Sabrina Carpenter to an older song called 'Moonshine' by Bruno Mars. He changed dance partners every song, mingling with some of his fellow classmates that he didn't talk to all that much. He was having a great time, but he kept scanning the large crowd for Charlotte and he was disappointed every time he failed to locate her. He didn't see her anywhere and he was beginning to get worried. He hadn't seen her in at least thirty minutes, and it wasn't like it was the largest building in the world. She wasn't by the food table, she wasn't on the dance floor, and she wasn't sitting down. He'd looked plenty of times and he was sure she was nowhere to be found. The only thing that made him feel a little better was the fact that Jasper was missing too. That meant they were probably together, so at least she wasn't anywhere by herself.

That made him feel better for a short amount of time and then he felt sick. Why were they alone together on prom night?

They'd been best friends for a long time now and Henry was fairly sure that they didn't have any feelings for each other, especially because he was also fairly sure that Jasper wasn't as into girls as he wanted everyone to believe, if at all, but still you never know.

Henry was so unsettled with the thought of his friends potentially getting together, though, that he left the dance floor mid-song and decided to look around for the two of them again. This time he found Jasper in no time. He was sitting by himself at a large table, not easy to miss. A bright light was shining right on him and he stuck out like a sore thumb at that table all by himself while the ones around him were full of people.

Henry was relieved that he and Charlotte weren't together after all, then he was upset again because now Charlotte was by herself somewhere and he didn't like that. He walked up to Jasper quickly, taking a seat next to him. His intention was to figure out what Jasper knew about Charlotte's whereabouts and then speed off to find her, but once he noticed how upset Jasper looked he temporarily changed his plans.

"What's wrong, what happened?" He questioned immediately. Last time he'd seen Jasper, he'd been drinking an excessive amount of punch and talking to some guy who was wearing the weirdest yet coolest suit Henry had ever seen.

"I asked someone to dance and they said no," Jasper mumbled. "Well, actually, I asked a lot of people to dance and they said no, but I expected that." Henry's face softened at that. "I didn't mind that, though. It's just that the last person I asked...I wasn't expecting it. I thought they'd say yes for sure."

"I'm sure you'll find someone else to dance with, Jasp."

"I don't want to find anyone else to dance with! I wanted to dance with that particular gu—girl because...she...has been acting like...she...is into me for a while now. We've even become pretty good friends and I just—"

"Jasper, I think it's great that you like guys, and I wish you'd told me that instead of me having to figure it out for myself." Henry grinned as he punched Jasper's shoulder. "Of course, I'm not in any position to judge. I kept a huge secret from you for a long time too." He chuckled. His chuckle turned into a laugh as soon as he noticed Jasper's dumbfounded expression. "Figured it out ages ago, and I've just been waiting for you to tell me, but you never did..."

"I—I just thought that maybe it'd be weird or—"

"You're a really weird guy, Jasper. But your sexuality is not."

"That means a lot to me, Hen. Thank you." Jasper grinned and went for a handshake but Henry pulled him in for a hug. "It's no problem, dude. So why won't he dance with you if he likes you?"

"I asked him that and he said he did want to dance but he's too...ashamed." Jasper sighed. "He doesn't want people to see us dancing together because then they'll know that we're...you know."

"Do you feel that way too? Like you don't want people to know?"

"No. Now you know, and Charlotte definitely knows if you know because she's good at figuring stuff out, and that's all I care about. I don't care how or if other people find out."

"Well...what do you say we find where your guy is and dance? He'll see us dancing together and get jealous, or at the very least realize that no one's gonna say anything."

"I don't know, Henry, I know you came over to ask me where Charlotte is."

Henry had forgotten all about that now that they'd gotten into this conversation. "I'll find her after. We can dance for five or ten minutes and then I'll find her. She's probably not in any real danger."

"I don't know..."

"No seriously man, come dance with me."

"...really?"

"You're not just gonna sit here and look sad all night as long as I'm here, alright, so come on."

Jasper nodded and smiled at his friend. Henry grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him onto the dance floor. It took them a few minutes to find where Jasper's crush was, but once they did and they were sure he could see them, they began to dance to the pop song currently blaring through the speakers.

Henry and Jasper ended up dancing for twenty minutes, mostly acting goofy and trying to outdo each other. Henry did the backpack kid's dance and twirled around like a ballerina and Jasper...well Henry wasn't sure what Jasper was doing. He was just flinging his body around wildly and people made sure to stay out of his way so they wouldn't get hit.

When a slow song finally came on, Jasper stopped dancing and blinked at Henry. He didn't want his friend to feel awkward, but as Henry shrugged, smiled, and held his hands out playfully, those worries were washed away. Jasper was happy he had such an amazing best friend.

"I'm gonna blow your mind." Henry lifted his chin proudly as he enunciated his words. After the summer he went to flower camp, he ended up going to a courtesy camp. His etiquette and his slow dance skills were impeccable.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to show them off to his best buddy because almost as soon as the song had started, Henry felt a tap on his shoulder. "Mind if I steal him?" It was Jasper's crush who had asked, but Henry had forgotten about that already and he was beyond ready to show off two months worth of ballroom dance lessons. "Yeah, see, I went to courtesy camp, alright? And I learned some really amazing moves that I'd like to show Jasp, so if you could just move it along—"

Henry was cut off by Jasper practically shoving him out of the way and yelling that yes, he would love to dance with the oddly dressed boy.

Jasper yelled a quick 'thank you' to Henry as Henry walked off the dance floor and bumped right into Charlotte.

"Char! I was gonna come looking for you a while ago, but then I got distracted with Jasper and—"

"Ohh I saw." She smirked. "You two are both terrible dancers you know?"

"Where were you?" He asked, ignoring her (false) statement. "You were gone for a while."

"Yeah, I had to find Piper and get her to give me her keys so I could go back to the car and grab my spare diamonds cause I felt like I really needed a few more in my hair. Then I got distracted cause when we came back in, Jana was having a dance off with some girl and ended up falling down again. Right through the floor."

"What? Are you serious?" Henry laughed. Charlotte nodded. "I told you it was gonna happen to somebody one day. They really need to get this place fixed up...Why were you looking for me? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Yeah, everything's great I was just ugh—Just worried about you." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he stared down at her big brown eyes.

"That's sweet, Henry." Charlotte smiled. The wheels began turning in her head as she stared at her friend. He'd been giving her heart eyes all night, excessively complimenting her and keeping close tabs on her. And actually—it hadn't just been tonight. It'd been every single time they were even remotely close to each other for the past month and a half. Charlotte was too smart to play dumb. She knew he liked her, though she had been questioning herself for thinking like that. At first, she thought maybe she was just overanalyzing things, but there was really no denying it now.

Charlotte probably should've been weirded out by the fact that her best friend seemingly had feelings for her, but she wasn't. Henry, while sometimes difficult and sometimes prone to making stupid decisions, was a pretty amazing guy. He was funny, understanding, pretty caring, and not to mention great looking.

Usually, she'd take the time to think about all the possible consequences that could come with her being anything more than friends with her best friend, but it was prom night and she didn't want to think sensibly. She wanted to let loose and have fun. She'd been doing a pretty good job of that all night and she wasn't about to stop now.

"I need a huge favor." She broke their silence and Henry nodded quickly. "Yeah, anything, Char."

"I need you to dance with me! The one thing I haven't done tonight is the main thing I came to do. Dance with a cute boy."

Henry grinned like a Cheshire Cat and practically yanked Charlotte onto the dance floor. The songs had sped up, but Henry didn't care. He was gonna show off his slow dancing skills no matter what.

"I went to Courtesy camp." He told the guy closest to him.

*** A/N: I've literally never been to a prom before because I just never wanted to go, so I hope this is kinda accurate (you know, foodwise and stuff.)

I'm so proud of this! I think it's really cute and I wrote this long ass thing because I really wanted some Henry Danger fluff. I needed a story with great Henry x Charlotte X Jasper friendship, supportive big brother Henry + supportive friends for Piper, supportive Henry of gay Jasper, Chenry ofc, and even a lil bit of (Henry and Jasper)

I think I covered all that pretty nicely! Only thing missing is ray. :(

#henry danger #henry hart #charlotte bolton #charlotte page #jasper dunlop #prom #blurb #fluff #chenry #jenry #jace norman

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Sky And The Forces Of The Multiverse, Chapter 22

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Creeping along the dark hallways during this time at night was really not how they wanted to spend their night, judas was sure his parents were not buying the excuse he had texted them that he wouldn't be attending dinner and to leave a plate of food in his room for him. But he wasn't going to leave the group, he had to know what was really happening as he followed, sky, celeste, and eclipsa down and deep beneath the castle. Sunny floating in a bubble dome alongside them.

"So...", Sky mumbled, "I guess the reason I don't see you so often.....isn't just because of my mom, or me.....is it?". She could feel the pieces connect in her mind one by one, everything somewhat making a lot more sense now, Eclipsa was humming, smiling to herself. "Yes, I'm afraid we didn't spend a ton of time together for....a few other reasons I didn't mention.". Sky clutched onto her wand, it was still in once piece, though still as strange as it had always been.

"Does mom know...?".

"She does....".

"But...".

"It's a long story skyler, best explained once we get there....perhaps...you'd like to speak to me first about....well, your current sister problem?", She came to a boat on an underground river, ushering everyone to hop aboard, and then did, Sunny following behind. Judas didn't know how, but he somehow ended up being the paddler, taking them along for the ride as Eclipsa sat across from the girls. She looked quite tired in fact, clearly not telling sky about this was somewhat of a big deal to her.

Sky bit her lips, sighing and pressing her knees to her chest.

"How long have you known?".

Eclipsa let out a laugh, "Well, you were never quite good at hiding things, that's something about you that hasn't changed. But well, even as someone whose not to familiar with your friends, there had always been something just a little off about your new lady friends who were circling around you. Your mothers don't seem to have paid them much mind themselves but well, spending some time listening through the walls had made me a little suspicious and then i may or may not have spoken to the tall blonde one at one point...".

"Luna...", Sky mumbled.

"And i also may of touched her cheek with my glove, and sure enough, she's wearing makeup....right on her cheeks....right where her markings would be..."., she was smirking, quite proud of herself, "I also may of went into her mind at one point, quite a troubled one that is....In a way i almost feel bad for her.". Judas looked over to Eclispa, curious as to what she had seen in Luna's mind but Sky asked another question before he could press further.

"And.....you're cool with this?".

"Dear, why would I not be?, how did you think I would react to this?".

"I dunno, be mad, surprised, confused? This isn't exactly a normal thing eclipsa, like, I don't even know what they're doing here or how they got here or...I DUNNO!", she pulled and tugged on her hair, "I just...you KNEW about this, and you never said anything to me? Why? I mean.....I don't understand why you didn't tell me so you could help out or....something...". Sky was frustrated, confused, even maybe a little upset, she couldn't entirely help it, she was full of so much mixed emotions.

"Dear, it's not that i didn't care.....but I thought well...

you

should tell me, if you wanted my help....I did ask you plenty if you wanted to tell me anything after all...", Sky still looked frustrated and she gripped her hat in her hands as eclipsa put a hand on the girl's shoulder . "Sky, dear.....I didn't want to force myself on your situation, you're clearly stressed enough as is....dealing with all these girls, all your lessons, your conflicting feelings towards your mom, sneaking out to see that girl-".

"You know about nora?"., sky awkwardly looked to celeste, who had most indeed NOT known about this, though the girl didn't seem to pay much mind to it.

Eclipsa smiled awkwardly and Sky made a face, "Stop going into our minds, seriously, it's creepy...". Judas snorted as he kept rowing, "How much else do you know, or do we have to find out you know our passwords or something when you hack our phones?". Eclipsa put her hands together and sighed, "I can't say i know everything, but...I know enough to not make it well...TOO creepy. But, If you would like my help, I wouldn't mind seeing what I can do...".

"How much DO you even know about the masked creep?".

"Well, considering according to your mind....they're a magic user.....and can do spells, they don't seem to be a monster, I think...they're a mewman..."., she sighed, looking off to the distance, "So few monsters can learn magic and none can do magic like THAT, they appear to well....have a lot of knowledge over our magic specifically. You said they knew how to block out my spells right? Well, for them to even know how to do that...they had to know how to do those spells to begin with...".

"They had to have read the book...", judas mumbled, still rowing, but much slower.

"Correct.".

"So what? We already knew they were a magic user.....this doesn't help very much....", Sky rested her face on her hands, closing her eyes. "They could be anyone we know, any butterfly, a random mewman for all we know, we just.....we're lost...".

She removed her hat, placing it in her lap and wiping her eyes.

"I wish we could just.....draw them in, capture them.........i mean, they HAVE to have something to do with the girls being here, if they don't then....what if...what if i really DID do something and this is all may fault? I mean, it's possible...isn't it?", she looked into eclipsa's eyes, pleading with her.

And Eclipsa touched her cheek.

"Sky, i'm sure we'll figure this out.....you're a smart girl, we'll get your friends home..."., her comforting words were sorta working, but they weren't enough. Celeste shifted uncomfortably next to the girl, watching Sunny in her bubble prison, "So...I guess you saw the commotion from your tower....huh?". Eclipsa nodded and watched the river, checking it for anything that may seem out of sorta Sky supposed, "You kids aren't very good at hiding yourselves...but then again, mewberty...".

"Well, it's not our fault she portaled in that form....I didn't even know that was POSSIBLE.", Eclipsa's eyes widened, "Wait, your demon friend over there....portalled in

mewberty

form? Well then, she MUST be a special case to be able to do that so early....". Sunny was still fast asleep, but no doubt she would be released soon, and Judas especially was hoping none of this was affecting her development in any way, being stuck in this form was a case he had heard of before.

"You next...".

"Pardon?".

Sky looked up at her, still clearly upset.

"Why did you not tell me about meteora? You and globgor have been raising her in secret? My mom told me she rapidly aged and died out, why did you both lie to me....lie to...well....everyone....". The woman looked sad, though she knew this day would come eventually, "Well, I stood down from being queen of mewni, you know that Sky, I wanted to live out the rest of my days with me and globgor but....well....if everyone knew meteora was alive....Star couldn't be queen....and you wouldn't be princess...".

"That doesn't make any sense!? Why can't meteora.... i dunno, live with you?".

"Sky, meteora attacked the kingdom......you know full well how the kingdom these days reacts to half monsters, we weren't ready to rule and the kingdom wasn't ready for a monster to be their princess of mewni. We thought it best...we lived together as a family, without dealing with a kingdom or anything....I'm....not in the castle as much as you think I am...i'm usually sneaking around for extra food or for anything I need when i'm with meteora...".

"Is she even ok?", now judas was talking, "Did you...shelter her? Because I know people who are sheltered....It....It doesn't do them a lot of good..". Eclipsa shook her head, "No, never, Star was more then generous to allow us to raise her in a monster village, not too far by but far enough for people not to take much note of her. We just wanted to give her a better life, and we hope we did....". Judas stopped rowing, looking down at his feet, was he..crying?

"Does she even....know? About who she is? Does she even know...about...us?".

"She knows of you, as the prince and princess of the underworld and mewni respectably, but we've never planned on telling her....anything else....", Judas still wasn't rowing anymore, "She wasn't herself...when she attacked, she....". He clutched onto his arm and Sky's expression became worried, "She was......you know what they put her through, she could've been great, a good queen, even though everyone was afraid of her...she could've made a difference...".

"Judas...".

He wiped at his eyes again, batting away tears.

"I-I'm sorry.....this isn't my personal business...s-sorry.....", he went back to rowing in silence, though what he said seemed to make everyone on the boat quiet themselves. All the way till they reached the end, Judas getting up and getting off in silence still, Eclipsa allowed the kids to leave before getting off herself, tying up the boat and sunny following along. "Globgor and I have well...we have our own living arrangement down here, the passageway leads to the home we raised meteora in.....but we let her keep the house, so we made a home here.".

Heading into a larger chamber, what looked like a combination between a sewer and a cavern suddenly turned into castle like interior, with eclipsa's usual decorating style. Fancy, dark, but also homey at the same time overall. Judas seemed impressed at least, Eclipsa herself must've asked Star to help set this place up once Eclipsa moved in here. Sky also seemed shocked, but maybe that's because she had always assumed Eclipsa was living in her room, but then again, she never saw her enough to know that for sure.

And at times she saw globgor hanging out in Eclipsa's room, but she supposed she never really questioned where Globgor was most of the time himself.

In hindsight, she probably should've assumed Eclipsa had another home somewhere.

"Anyways, take a seat, i'm going to get globgor and we'll wait out your friend's mewberty and then we can.....talk further on some of this stuff...", She left through a door and the three took seats on some rather lovely look couches in the main room, leaving the three to be lost in thought. There was already a lot to process as is from finding out and no one seemed sure what they should do next. Celeste was especially antsy because boy would LUNA like to know about all this, but she was also kinda pissed with her too.

Should she mention this at all?

"Hey...Celeste....?".

The girl turned to see Sky looking at her, "Thanks for texting us about the whole "Sunny" situation, and well, helping us out or whatever.....It was really nice of you.". For a moment the girl looked....actually touched by the compliment, as though she didn't get them very often, turning her head away and crossing her arms, her feet kicking up onto the coffee-table in front of her. "Yeah yeah, it's fine....no way I was gonna let that....ugh....run around the castle...it's gross...", her attitude returned but Sky could tell this was probably her odd way of saying "Thank you".

Judas was silent, clearly lost in thought about everything but most likely torn up about Meteora. Though, was he really torn up about her, or more torn up about his own situation in comparison to her? Sky wanted to touch his shoulder, maybe provide him some comfort, but he seemed as though he wanted to be alone for a bit to get all his thoughts together. Not that she could blame him, she was clearly just as freaked out and distressed as he was.

She held her wand, so thankful she didn't just smash it because of this whole crazy situation.

God if that happened....

She clutched it harder in her hands, putting it in her pocket for now, but keeping it close.

Eclipsa returned a short bit later, with food and drinks, handing each child a cup of what seemed to be hot cocoa and and a plate of sandwiches was placed in the center of the table for the kids to eat from. They all took them eagerly, clearly hungry from skipping on dinner and needing some energy after the mess they got into earlier. It seemed to at the very least, make judas feel a lot better to have some food in his stomach and something warm to drink.

Before any of the kids could ask about the matter, Globgor himself lifted up eclipsa's hat, making her laugh and surprising the kids as he jumped down and onto the table in front of them, still small. Eclipsa smiled at him, but her smile left soon after as she acknowledged the kids, "You all are probably familiar with Globgor....". The monster king smiled and grew a bit bigger, reaching out to shake judas's hand before the girls, "We've never had guests down here before, I guess eclipsa...told you....didn't she?".

The looks on their faces was enough of a "Yes".

He sighed, "Well, it's still good to have guests, make yourself at home!", then he took note of celeste, blinking at her before looking to eclipsa. "Hey, uh.....who is that one exactly? Is she a friend, another princess i'm not aware of?". Eclipsa whispered into the monster's ears and his surprised took told them Eclipsa herself had yet to explain much about Sky's sister problem, though as soon as he was informed he nodded along as though this was at least...a little bit normal.

Clapping his hands together and smiling, "an alternate universe huh? Well, now that's something interesting...er....what's it like there?". Celeste shot him a look and Eclipsa patted her husband, "Globby, maybe let's not go into the details of alternate universes right now....we uh....well, we have another matter to attend to... She nodded to Sunny, who it seemed Globgor just noticed, "Oh, mewberty huh? Well, hopefully she gets out of it real soon...".

"Globgor, they also are looking for...."Her"....".

"Her ? They can't go out there looking for her, aren't their parents already trying to track her down?".

"Pardon me....uh....her ?", Sky said, eyebrow raising, "You mean like..the masked creep?". The two nodded and exchanged looks, "It's what we've been referring to them as, quite a tricky one they are, magical and clever enough to know so much about the kingdoms, even enough not to be detected. They haven't been around here but I assume whoever they are....aren't interested in exposing themselves unless it's for a good reason...". Celeste was sweating on her seat, thinking about the creature who attacked them, did that creature want her wand now that she thought about it, was it the same creep they were looking for?

Then again, if they wanted their wands, she silently thought to herself, why didn't they try and steal those sooner?

"If they have anything to do with the girls, I don't know what their goal was...", Judas took another sip of his cocoa, sighing into the mug, "What do they have to gain by messing with alternate universes and creating havoc? And why are they stealing stuff? Or well....trying to steal stuff? I just....I don't understand what they could be trying to do.....there's so much weirdness going on but none of it makes any sense...like even Loki is acting odd and Angel and....".

He reached up to tug his dark brown hair, a nervous habit he rarely did unless he was stressed.

"We're going nowhere....we.....", then he paused, looking to Globgor, "Hey.....um...you're....well, you are considered like...the king of monsters. How much do YOU know about Angel's family recently? Angel made claims about his family going into silk making once again?". Globgor's eyes widened, looking to eclipsa who nodded to him, "The prince of the Archmen claims they're making silk again? But that doesn't make sense unless they....someone gave them well, a more close bond to magic....did they...find a magic giser ?".

"We don't know, but my mom most likely didn't do anything...", Sky finished eating and sat back, her arms crossed, "As per usual...". Looks were exchanged and globgor put his hands together, "Seems I should go take a look at that kingdom for myself, been awhile since I've visited.....". He looked rather suspicious himself and judas seemed to take note of this himself, putting his hands up to get his attention, "Hold on, Globgor....what's your history with uh....the Arachfords?".

"Oh them? Well during the war they were one of the species that got the harshest of attacks, they had so few of them left they refused to go into war, wanting to focus on themselves. Seth called them cowards but it's hard to blame them entirely from backing out of a situation that could've resulted in the end of their entire race....". Eclipsa patted the monster king, her tone somber, "Solaria took no mercy on any monsters but...they were obvious targets...probably because so few monsters were able to do magic like they could in the past...".

"Not a very pretty history for them compared to other monsters, regardless though....maybe I should look into this...something's very wrong....or at least, there's something they aren't being honest about...", he shrunk down, landing on the table to grab one of the sandwiches, taking a large bite. "I'll do some digging, and eclipsa can let you know if I find anything out myself....maybe what you kids needed, was some outside forces you could count on...".

Judas's brows furrowed, "I keep trying to talk with my parents, the MHC, attending any meeting I can but....they seem like they're doing no better then us....it's....strange...".

The adults exchanged unamused glances.

And Judas realized why, "Oh uh....sorry, I know you guys are not fond of the MHC, then again.....neither do our parents seem to enjoy them much either...". Honestly it was no wonder they were more kept in check these days then being as in charge as they used to be, "But yeah, we appreciate any help we can get....but uh....you do plan on keeping our secret right? Well, all our secrets for that matter...I don't know how much else eclipsa saw in our minds...".

"Yeah, does this mean you can tell us what's wrong with Luna? She's touchy about her home life....", Celeste smiled to herself, maybe wondering if she could take advantage of knowing info that luna didn't about herself. Eclipsa seemed amused, but shook her head, "Not unless you want me to share yours as well dear, I think your blonde friend has a reason to keep her secrets....though....I can't help but think if she needs anything right now, it's a break.".

"A break? Luna? Does she even know what breaks are?", Sky shot at the queen, "Like, she almost always seems to be thinking about getting things done or bossing everyone around, she can't rest without doing a task first. She probably thinks a "Break" is a waste of her time....". It's honestly the reason luna probably had so many problems, why she never seemed to be happy no matter what, why she was the commanding person everyone knew her to be.

Geez, what were star and jackie like in her world?

"Trust me, she needs a break....", the former queen causally said, "Even if she won't admit it to you or herself...not all of us can function without taking a rest and time to ourselves, trust me.....you should do it." She knew something, they could tell with the smug smile on her face, something she didn't want to speak about right now. Judas nodded, "Thank you for talking to us....but I guess if there's nothing else to say about this we should probably head home soon...".

"So soon?".

"Our parents aren't entirely aware we're here....".

Globgor furrowed his brows, "Understood, seems your friend is finished as well....". He nodded to the bubble, sunny's skin finally returning to normal, her wings vanishing, and her arms returning to two, she was till fast asleep though, trapped inside her bubble. "You kids better be careful out there....take your friend back the way you came but you better not tell anyone about what you know yet, i suppose me and eclipsa can provide help where we need to...".

He stood up, a look of worry in his eyes.

"But beware, you don't know who you can trust out there and you don't want to go trusting the wrong people...".

The nice thing was their parents went remarkably easy on them, even during these tense times, if only because they believed they hadn't even left their castles. Though Judas was left with a cold dinner plate on his bed that he was no longer hungry for, and his mind was currently swerving with thoughts as his head hit the pillow. He didn't know where to start to talk to his father and get the information he needed, and knowing about meteora, well that was something.

Even Sky was still slightly mad and equally lost in thought about what she knew and what she needed to do, ask angel to hang out with them, get some details about what in the heck he was talking about and figure out if he was up to anything? How the heck was she supposed to do that and make it sound to that guy as though she weren't up to something? Of course Angel would find it off if Sky of all people asked him to "Hang out", and for the love of god if he mistook it as her trying to ask him out she'd hit something.

Sunny was at a loss for everything she'd been doing the last few hours, and explaining the whole thing itself had been a hassle, though the thing that seemed to bother her least was all the eclipsa stuff. If Anything, she was more freaked out by her enhanced abilities, but that was a question best served another time, when everyone was clearer of mind.

Though the one more troubled, was still Celeste, if only because for one, she was sweating bullets about disclosing this info to luna.

But another, being eclispa having gone into her mind.

How much did she know?

How much had she seen in her head? Did she know she was working with luna? She didn't like her going into her head like that, seeing things she wasn't even interested in letting others see about her, she liked being able to keep things to herself. Going to bed that night left her anxious, as though someone would burst into the room and completely expose her for what she was keeping from everyone. What was she going to say to luna tomorrow? or would Judas be even willing to tell Luna herself?

Would landon ask her?

She turned in her sleep, failing to ease her mind.

Tomorrow would be rough.

Tom was already in his office when Judas knocked, his dad would probably refuse to talk about it, he never did before after all. It was such a distasteful memory for his family overall it was almost like a curse word, he just hoped his father wouldn't well....be too upset about him asking about it. But then again, the whole matter seemed to make the poor king miserable too, judas almost felt like at this point he might have to turn away but the door opened and his father stood in front of him.

Tom was wearing causal attire this time, probably wanting to step out of itchy and tight formal wear for once to just work and lounge around, he smiled seeing judas, though there was a hint or worry in his eyes. Mostly since whenever his sons approached him in this manner, it tended to be for well...less then positive reasons. "Judas? It's good to see you, Is something wrong?", the boy took a deep breath and folded his arms, trying to get the words out of his throat.

"Y-yeah.....there is...".

Wow, this was hard, he used to feel so at ease asking his parents for help, even if at times he felt they were being irresponsible or even more occupied with each other, but, how does one go about confronting your parents about how you were born? How was he supposed to get how own father to talk about this matter at all? Maybe his mother would've been easier to confront but they had an easier time standing their ground compared to the king, a more honest and guilty soul.

He walked in himself, past his father who closed the door behind him, "Judas....what happened? You didn't get into another fight with your brother or sky did you?". Judas turned around and shook his head, he was just going to have to spit it out, there was no other way about this, "No. it's not that...I....dad....tell me how I got cursed......". Tom's eyes widened, he looked like he'd just heard a family member was dead, as though he were about to burst into complete tears. "Judas...I-I.....where is this coming from?".

"Why do I need a reason to ask this?", a fair question in his eyes.

Tom retorted rather fast, as if trying to end the conversation quickly, "Judas, you know how I feel on this matter..".

"Dad, please don't use that excuse on me......", the prince was trying to stay strong on this, he had already gone in and he couldn't take it back now, he needed to persist on this matter instead of backing down like a little kid. That's what used to happen at least, being told he was too young to know about anything that serious, almost 18 years of that at least. Tom was still frowning at the boy, he never liked it when he was talked back to, "Judas....please...you have to understand...".

"Dad...no, just....tell me, i'm turning 18, i'm about to inherit a whole kingdom, and.....none of you, not you, not mom, not even my grandparents have ever told me why I ended up like this! You guys always kinda pushed from telling me, because you didn't think i'd understand...but....i'm almost 18 and I...I still don't know....", he didn't mean to get so emotional all of a sudden, starting to cry and almost yell at his father, but it all just kinda came out that way.

"Judas...I-I...can't..talk about it...."., Tom mumbled, "I've told you that for years.....I can't...".

Judas managed to stand his ground however on this.

"But WHY? Why am I not allowed to know what you did to me ? You guys care so much about me, so much about my condition, but you refuse to talk about why I have this condition....like...I won't understand or something...", He swatted at his tears, had he always been this angry about this? He told Sky he wasn't but his actions now seemed to go against it. He felt Tom wrap his arms around him, judas felt like a little kid again, being comforted by his parents from scary creatures or when his arm spooked him at night.

Patting his hair, comforting him.

"Judas...I....I want to tell you...I really do....but....".

"Then tell me....I-I deserve to know....".

"Judas I can't tell you...because...", He kept his hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled away from him, "It's one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my life......". Tom was crying more freely now, "What happened to you....was all my fault and.......". To Judas's surprise, Tom fell on his knees, "You'll hate me if I tell you what happened, and....I could never live with that, knowing you hate me....that I screwed everything up once again....".

"Dad....".

"I hurt my own son.....how am I supposed to live with that......?".

"Dad...I-I won't...I'm not going to hate you...".

Tom was silent, breaking down still, "Judas....listen...I just...I can't....I'm sorry, I know you deserve to know but....I don't think I can, no one else said anything for a reason...because...they're ashamed of my mistakes. I'm ashamed of this judas....". He managed to stand himself up, looking over his son and reaching out to touch his cheek. "You three....and your mom, are some of the greatest things that have happened to me, and I.....I wish I could've done better for you...".

"Dad, I shouldn't have gotten so mad....I...".

There was a moment of silence between them and Judas considered stepping out immediately, he needed the information, but beating up his own father about it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it. The room felt so tense between them, you could cut it with a knife. Tom had stopped crying, but his face still showed he was distressed about finally being confronted on this as Judas had, and judas regretted how he had went about asking his father on this.

"Judas....I....give me some time....ok? To think about this....please?", the boy looked at his father's face, broken and lost and nodded, "Yeah, I'll give you some time to think about it....I'm....I'm sorry If I...I went too far...I just...", Tom seemed to perfectly understand though, sighing, "We'll see each other later ok?". The two exchanged a look to each other and judas slowly made his way out of the silent office, looking back only a slight bit before closing the door behind him.

He leaned against it, finally able to breath again after what just happened.

He really just did that, didn't he?

He may of gotten a little too emotional back there, but then again, so did his own father. Sighing, he put his hands in his pockets and stepped away from the room, hearing nothing but silence inside of it, space, he needed to give him space.

And he needed to take care of something else while he was at it.

"Talk to angel...I just....talk to him....", Sky mumbled as she waited for Angel to arrive to the castle for lessons, "Like how hard can it be to just...like....invite him to hang out or something?". Well, apparently, it had to be REALLY hard considering she was still trying to figure out how to do this. Maybe it had to do with the fact she didn't normally ask others to hang out, well, people she wasn't already kinda friends with, or the fact it was angel, but it was probably both.

Never in a million years did she think she'd be asking Angel to "Hang out" with her, and she felt a little grossed out at the thought of it.

He was totally going to take this the wrong way, or honestly he might just say no entirely considering his lack of interest in spending any time with actual friends. Angel was never the type to make friends or have friends in general after all, and Sunny even confirmed this to Sky already. In fact she wished Judas or Sunny was doing this instead, even if she and angel were on...sightly better terms this still didn't really suit her at all to be doing of all people.

She felt silly.

And she tensed as the boy and his father walked up, exchanged some words, and the king left the room and headed out. The two teens exchanging glances at each other, they were less hatred-inducing as they used to be but it was clear the relationship they had was still less then friends. Angel at least seemed more pleasant around Sky these days then he used to be, even if he still didn't seem all that interested in spending any time with her.

"Princess Butterfly...", he said, clearly confused about Sky waiting for him since normally they met with eclipsa. His legs were folded up , his hair tied up as usual, and his four eyes were scoping the scene like a predator eyeing his prey, though, it seemed more in this situation it was because he was on edge something might be wrong more then anything.

"Prince Arachford.....", she still sounded bitter, even though she had no reason to be mad at him right now, though he was still standing there like an idiot. Guess he picked up on the fact that if Sky had been waiting for him, it must mean something important. She put her hands in her pockets, nodding for him to follow her, his four eyes blinking at her, slightly suspicious but he followed anyway. "Princess Butterfly....you should just spit it out If you want to say something to me....", yeah, he caught on alright.

"What makes you think I have anything to say?", she suddenly wanted to slap herself in the face for saying that, because she could feel angel giving her an odd look at her response. "You smell of it, but you also don't normally wait for me to walk to eclipsa's room...so you must want to meet with me.....and for the record, if it's about me being "Up to something " again, you don't need to lecture me every chance you get on the matter, I get it enough at home...".

"Fine.....but no, it's not that....", She balled her hands into fists and stopped in her tracks, making the monster boy do the same thing. It took all her strength to turn around and look at him straight in all of his eyes, and blurt out what she needed to say. "DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH ME AND JUDAS!!?", yeah, she definitely more blurted those words out then actually asking him like a normal person would do with these sorts of things.

"Excuse me?", angel gaped at her, as though she said something rather offensive to him.

Guess she'd have to spell it out for him.

She gritted her teeth.

"Do you, want to...hang out.....with me and judas?!", she was quieter this time, but she also felt her attitude was still showing. However, Angel's face didn't change much in expression, still rather annoyed and bothered by her question. "Wait, You want to "hang out" with me? What? Why would you ever want to do something like that with me ?", then a hand touched his chest, "And why would you think I have much interest in hanging out with either of you? I'm....not known to be the "Friend" type.".

Yep, that was exactly what she expected as much.

"Look it's.....you.....we just think maybe, maybe we should.... get along ?", wow she wanted to slap herself in the face after wording it like that. Judas tried to pull something similar with Nora and even he ended up regretting it quickly after.

No wonder they were friends.

He eyed away from her for a split second before giving her another odd look, "Princess, let's make something clear here....I want my people and my family and all the monsters to get the proper treatment they deserved from the Butterflys, and you stand in the way of that for me.....friends get in the way of this kinda stuff. You clearly don't actually like me and I don't have much interest myself in this when I have more important things to focus on...".

Wow, this was failing faster and faster by the second, and there was no one to help her recover either.

She needed a hook, something he couldn't use as an excuse, she needed to dig deeper.

"Look, I get it, you want to focus on your stuff cause you want to help and everything....but...what about yourself? Like, don't you ever.... want to do something else, something....that makes you feel good?", angel's eyes were slit and sky explained, "Well, i mean, i'm not saying it doesn't feel good to help out your people or your mom, and that kinda stuff, it's just....I mean, if you manage to do the thing you want to do.....what are you even gonna do afterwards?".

His expression shifted, and it was written on his face that the boy hadn't even considered that.

It was a reaction, she needed to push it.

"Well I'll just....be a king I suppose, why does it matter to you?".

"I dunno, why doesn't it matter to you ?", she shot back at him, "I mean like, you barely prepared for it....aren't you ever worried your kingdom will fall again? Or like....being friends with the other kingdoms...or like....like finding a queen or something since you don't even like dating? Has just.....none of this ever crossed your mind? What if you succeeded, but then you ended up screwing it up? Then what would you do? I mean, butterfly magic can't fix everything...".

Wow, she was going at him more then she should've been, but angel seemed to have little to say against it.

"This isn't your concern princess, i'll be king....and...", he suddenly grew quiet, not sure how to finish his sentence.

"And-? Like......dude, you have nothing, you just would sit on the throne all day and work? Like don't you WANT anything else?", she should honestly have stopped talking, she was more insulting him then anything right now and her intentions were supposed to have them get along, not bicker. And yet, Angel seemed to actually be thinking about her words, pausing for a moment, however he then turned his head away and started walking, "We're going to be late...".

Sky huffed, so difficult, so stubborn.

The prince she'd known for years.

He beat her there of course, perhaps assuming the further away he got the less likely she were to keep bothering him on this. Eclipsa even seem unprepared for him to come in suddenly, plopping himself on a seat and avoiding sky's gaze, Eclipsa immediately looked to sky, giving her the best supportive smile she could. She could already tell Sky said something stupid and pissed the boy off and Sky was just praying Eclipsa would send her a life line and help her out here.

And sure enough, the woman handed them both teacups and took her normal seat, knowing her secrets made going to class a lot stranger for Sky. And Eclipsa knowing Sky's secrets only added to the whole thing, she wondered if she was reading her mind again. In fact, she wondered if she had ever read angel's mind for that matter, wondered what he normally thought about. Regardless, the entire situation was a lot stranger then it had been a week ago.

"Why Angel, you look dashing today? How are you feeling?", she took a sip of her tea and the boy managed to turn his head to her, sighing and speaking minimally, "Fantastic...". He of course, sounded less then "Fantastic", but no one questioned him on it, Sky sent Eclipsa a pleading look with her eyes again and Eclipsa seemed to get the hint. She put her teacup down, "Well, I think today's lesson should be something special for you two, specifically.".

Angel didn't seem amused, looking over to sky as if to wonder if she had anything to do with this in regards to what she said earlier.

Sky didn't even try to deny it either.

The prince looked to eclipsa, "I'm not amused queen Eclipsa....for the record..". He even looked a little anxious, probably because he didn't entirely trust the woman, it seemed when she had other plans outside of the room they were usually bad ones and he probably had no interest playing "king of mewni" again. Though judging by the woman's tone it seemed whatever she was planning was much more interesting to her then a game of pretend.

"We're going....", Eclipsa leaned on the table in front of her, a mischievous smile on her face, looking between both awkward teens.

"To have you both fight.....".

Eclipsa wasn't lying, both teens found themselves outside, in the gardens, on opposite ends of the area, leaving Sky to question what Eclipsa thought she was doing. How was fighting each other supposed to help her situation at all? Sky and Angel have been fighting for forever and it never helped them bond before, what about this was supposed to make the whole thing any different? Was Eclipsa planning something out of this entire situation?

God Sky hoped so.

Angel seemed just as puzzled about this situation as Sky was, he didn't even seem to want to fight, as he usually only fought in self defense most of the time anyway. He looked so clueless, not to mention between the two of them sky was clearly on better footing with the spells she could do. He looked over to eclipsa, asking with his eyes what in the heck she was doing, she only smiled though motioning for him to focus on the girl in the monster hat on the other side of the garden.

"This is going to help you both with well...self defense, something every royal needs if they're to take the throne, since you two seem to be quite familiar with taking each other down, i'm sure this is familiar territory to both of you.", the teens looked to each other awkwardly, "Don't worry, i'm not asking you to ACTUALLY end up hurt each other, hopefully, but I want to see you both stand your ground. Enough books, let's see you both in action together..".

"I don't....I don't fight people, not like this.....", the boy mumbled under his breath, his hands were at his sides and he didn't seem entirely comfortable with this situation, guess despite being a bit of a stubborn jerk he was still a gentleman to a degree. He continued to argue against eclipsa though, "I can't fight her, she's a much more skilled fighter then I am, besides, I have no intention of attacking someone who isn't attacking me first....this is pointless..".

A much more skilled fighter?

Did angel just compliment her?

She blinked at the boy and looked him over, "I mean, for as long as i've known him, he's never fought me unless I kinda had to kick him out, he's being honest. Well, he's always been kinda brutally honest for as long as I've known him." Eclipsa then smiled and looked to Sky, "then no magic, from either of you, you should at least be prepared in case you don't have your magic, Sky....hand me your wand.". Sky followed her orders, but didn't seem to still be on the same page, if only because she wasn't much of a fighter outside of magic.

"So what, we just wrestle each other? How is that any better? You heard the guy, he won't fight me?".

But then the woman laughed, and the teens looked puzzled.

"Oh you two I never said you two were actually fighting each other ....."., she seemed so pleased with herself as both of their faces dropped, "But you...". She held up her hand, "I said i wanted you to stand your ground, and i didn't want either of you to end up hurting each other, but i never said you both would beat each other up, some caretaker i would be if i got caught getting you both seriously injured by beating up each other. No, I was actually wanting you to fight.....well....THESE!".

Suddenly, between both of them, popped in a few magical monsters, and sky instantly regretting giving up the wand.

Angel seemed more mad.

"WHAT? You want us to fight these creatures without magic!".

"Every ruler needs to be prepared to live without magic if needed, if you both were in a situation that caused you to lose your powers you need to use other ways of getting through said situation. So, go on, let's see you both fight together..."., Sky was already cursing eclipsa in her head as she jumped out of the way, the creatures were clearly slow, to make things easier on them, but she was still in potential danger. Though she felt herself be yanked away by angel, who was on his spider legs in order to get out of the way as much as possible.

"HEY-!", she squealed, the wind being slightly knocked out of her as the boy moved her out of the way and she landed back on the ground, "Don't do that!". To which angel responded with a face, " Do what? Save you? What were you going to do with only your fists!?". He had a point, at the very least, angel had venom, and his legs, and a good sense of smell, Sky had none of those things since mewmans relied on magic so heavily it seemed. She was suddenly more vulnerable.

Her focus was redirected to the creatures coming back for then and without thinking she made a leap and jumped onto the prince, for a moment weighing him down before she got on his back, "C'mon c'mon.....". Angel was unaware what she was trying to do until he heard...buzzing. And that's when he noticed the two of them were starting to rise off the ground, only slightly, Sky was attempting to fly with her little wings. But it wasn't going to be enough, the creatures were too fast and angel was too heavy.

Angel, sensing this fast , immediately started moving, crawling up the walls with sky clinging onto him. Oh yeah, he COULD do that, couldn't he? He made his way up the tower and looked over top sky as the creatures went after him, "You...have that taser thing? Please tell me you do?". Sky suddenly felt a purge in her stomach, "I-I don't think so....I think i left it...". She could tell angel was sighing in frustration as they took a break on a tower and looked below them, eclipsa still smiling.

She was enjoying this too much.

"Great, now what?".

"Your venom...", She said without thinking, making the boy turn around.

"What?".

"Angel, bite them......make em immobile.".

"Princess Butterfly, I can't just...i'm not going down there like this, and besides....I can't just bite one after another, I don't have THAT much venom...". He wasn't wrong, making Sky rethink the situation, "Ok, then we ram them, you bite one, and we take them down...while they're down..., i mean, the two of us crashing into them should really make some kind of impact, right?". It was the best she could think of on the fly but there was only so much she could do without her wand.

He seemed to be thinking about it, though going back down there seemed to make him feel anxious, Sky bit her lips and before she even really considered it full she kicked them both off the tower, her wings fluttering as fast as possible, making them glide their way down rather then fall. "GET READY!", Angel was panicking but tried to remain calm as they crashed into the monsters, their forces together sending them back and making them fall on their backs.

Sky fell off of angel, but she seemed fine, motioning for angel to bite, this being their chance. He went for it, sinking his fangs into one of the creatures, making it go limp, luckily these were just spells, not being that would suffer like most who encountered creatures like him, he panted, as he watched another creature go for sky, who she kicked at, knocking backwards. She wasn't anything like Luna but she could at least somewhat wrestle these creatures away from her, making the one retreat.

However then another came up behind her and grabbed her arm, making her momentarily panic as it tackled her down, catching her off guard. She struggled, Eclipsa was so gonna be in trouble for this, she couldn't get them off of her and she was totally screwed and eclipsa was gonna have to save her.

But then, the next thing she noticed however, what something attacking the creature and getting it away from her.

It looked like angel, it was angel.....but....it also wasn't at the same time.

His hair was finally out of his usual ponytail, sprawled out along his face, his four eyes were glowing red, and upon closer inspection sky could see something she rarely saw peeking from his mouth. He had pincers, and if those were out that wasn't a good sign. He seemed more.....animal then how he normally way, attacking the creature more viciously then he had before, he was even...hissing? The other creatures ran away, vanishing into oblivion, terrified and the one angel was attacking did the same.

Hopefully they'd be fine, though it seems angel wasn't doing this of his own volition, as if something else suddenly took him over. He turned to spot sky staring at him and quickly his strange change began to fade to his normal self, his normal eyes, his pincer retreating, and his composure as normal as angel could be. He didn't seem to know what he just did either, reaching up to feel his face and getting flustered all of a sudden, "Did I just......I-I.....my ultimate?".

"You went feral...", Sky said, looking him over as he scowled, "It's called our ultimate! D-don't call it "Feral"!". He hissed at her, still flustered as Eclipsa smiled and clapped, clearly proud of herself, though both of them didn't seem as happy. "Look at that! You both did so well

together! And you even activated your form! And Sky, you started to fly!". The two of them suddenly looked at each other, she wasn't wrong, they did technically do all those things together.

Angel suddenly tried to fix his long hair, getting it back to it's usual look. "Fine, we did well but.....never put me through that again....that was.....scary...", he looked over himself and then over sky, they weren't all too injured, but they both felt slightly roughed up over what just happened. The prince said nothing for a bit before wandering off to the tower, "I need a break....". Eclipsa didn't stop him from entering her tower as she smiled at Sky, who still didn't seem amused.

"Well, you think it worked?", the woman winked, "I knew if there was one way for you to contact, it was through working together in some fashion. Being in danger is good enough as any....don't worry, the spells will be fine, and you both seem alright.".

"Were you trying to activate.....his...ultimate?".

"Not intentionally, but seemed you being in trouble woke something inside of him....think he cares about you more then he likes saying.", Sky watched where angel went, her eyes lingering on the door, "Angel's kinda a pain but.....he never takes pleasure in anyone getting hurt because of him....". She sighed, and reluctantly followed where he went, not even looking at eclipsa, she was concerned about how angel was feeling emotionally, she was actually concerned about how he felt.

Angel was on the couch, he didn't even turn to look at Sky when she walked in, nor when she sat in front of him in Eclipsa's normal seat. She looked him over, and for once, she didn't seem to mind wanting to talk to him, "Hey uh....sorry about Eclipsa, she just wanted to uh...well...do her job and maybe she kinda went too far back there trying to well, get us to work and fight and....ugh.....look, um, are you ok?". This felt so awkward and she felt angel would snap at her knowing him, but he didn't.

All four eyes looked up at her and and boy slumped in his seat.

"I'm sorry I went.....like that...in front of you....I don't....I got so freaked out and I suddenly....", he seemed panicked himself, in fact he was starting to remind Sky of another boy who got scared of his own abilities getting out of control now that she thought about it. "You uh....you did good out there.....", she mumbled, "I'm not the only one whose skilled...'. He shook his head though, "No, I just followed your orders, you're a fast thinker, I just have abilities you don't.".

"You still did good...".

"Don't pity me....".

"I'm not pitying you, i'm complimenting you....", Sky corrected, "Yeah you kinda flipped out back there, but I mean, that's cool you managed to do something like that...right? Look, it's not....weird if you wanted to sorta protect me or anything, judas has even done that before....and look, i'm not like...hurt or anything....you're fine.". The boy's eyes were suddenly soft, his fingers running through his light hair with a softness, "I could've....I just don't want people hurt....when I could be doing something to help them...".

"Like your mom?".

"Don't-!", he was about to finish his sentence, before dropping it completely, his knees went to his chest and he was almost curling himself up into a ball. Sky had never seen him like this before, whatever happened really seemed to mess him up and get under his skin in a way she'd never seen before. Upon closer inspection was he...crying? He was definitely crying, "You have no idea how scary this is for me....you were...and I was....don't think I...".

"Dude....it's....it's ok...".

He clutched his hair, "It's....I.....".

"I mean, that kinda stuff....it's always scary....I'm supposed to maybe get a butterfly form someday, but imagine going through mewberty....and how....your friends react to it.", then she remembered the prince in front of her had seen her mewberty before alright, and crossed her arms, "Magic affects us differently then a lot of other species, we're more sensitive to it...and that kinda stuff.....can have affects on us that are well....scary, i guess.".

"But you butterflys, you're more powerful then we are......years of practice and tradition....".

"We're not perfect....if we were....well....mewni wouldn't be so screwed up...", angel normally fought her on this of course, but for once he was listening to her and her words, his pointed ears flickering. "Magic i guess...isn't something even we know the limits of....my mom's been stupid with it before, but well....the stuff is kinda dangerous....I mean, i did almost attack my mom on accident with the stuff because of my emotions....", geez, now even she was getting emotional.

"If I had asked you for help before....would you have helped me?", he asked softly.

"Well, i was a stupid kid before but....we both were...".

"I....can agree to that...", his words were still soft spoken, after all, he was still crying, though hearing this coming from him was still an utter surprise to sky. "Months...years..wasted...going nowhere....mother dying...looking like a fool to everyone, even my own parents...what was i going to do? If i succeeded? If i succeeded.....my parents would be ashamed of me.....everyone would be ashamed of me...they'd all see me as a monster....like the one you saw out there...the one who got consumed by the magic I wanted to have for so long...".

Man, he really WAS breaking down, angel, who was so stubborn to his own views, was breaking down.

And before she even reconsidered what she was doing, she had already gotten up and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug. The monster tensed at it at first, but then he relaxed into it and sobbed more freely, "Don't....why are you even doing this, we don't like each other...you don't even like me...?". Man, now he was just making her feel worse all of a sudden about all their stupid fights, "Well no, y-you did dumb things but I never.....hated you...".

He was silent.

"Look....my family did terrible things to your family, they did.....but maybe we should....find another way to fix it, making up for it....I know you want us to do so much to help but, well.....you don't really wanna hurt me and I don't really wanna hurt you either...so...maybe we need a better solution...instead of fighting like our dumb ancestors did", angel didn't even argue with her despite what he'd normally do when this was brought up, trying to stop his crying so he could manage some proper sentences.

"Sky....I....".

Then he stopped talking, and there was silence between them.

"I just want to make things right....".

"Yeah....I kinda do too....also....I-I'm sorry if i kinda went too far, like...earlier...I might of gotten a LITTLE too personal at you, saying you have nothing and everything....".

"Well, I went on a destructive spree and could've ended up hurting you and you forgave me, so....i'll let it slide....though, maybe my father was right in you being the kinda person who I needed to be around a little more then I thought, you're painfully stubborn princess butterfly...".

"Touche...".

The two still hugged in silence, letting angel get all his feelings out, he probably wasn't used to this, having a shoulder to cry on, to get out his feelings in this kinda way. Sky was also probably the last person he even expected to do something like this with to be honest. But he didn't move away, eclipsa didn't even join them for awhile, giving the two space most likely. When they finally stopped, Angel seemed to feel a lot better, and the two seemed....oddly comfortable for once in each other's presence.

Whatever happened in the garden, hit a nerve with the boy like Sky had never seen before, and even someone who had been as cold to him as she did couldn't really manage to be snarky at him when he was like this, she'd seen judas like this, his brothers, even she'd been like this before. Today had gone a lot differently then she'd been expecting it to go but she had a feeling her attitude towards angel seemed to have gone down a little more then before.

She didn't entirely still trust him.

But.

She didn't feel like she hated him any more either.

When the King finally arrived to pick up his son, sky actually swore she saw angel....smiling at her?

And she was...smiling back...somehow?

As they parted however, and sky texted Judas the good news, one thing was for certain.

They would be seeing each other again very soon.

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svstfoe #sky and the forces of the multiverse #starco bby #tomstar bby #Starkie bby #tomco bby #janstar bby #eclipsa #globgor #Meteora #fanfic #tom the demon #tom lucitor #my art

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That’s not why I’m going (9)

A freaking lock

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, two VERY steamy scenes! One of them is like a 60-diamond scene :D This is NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: 4,050 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up on the next day, with Amara’s POV, as she’s getting ready to head to Lythikos.

*****

‘Amara, you look great! What do you say?’

She looks in the mirror, glances at the winter outfit she’s trying on. It’s weird to be dressed up for cold weather again, after living in this mediterranean climate for a couple of weeks.

‘I’ll take it!’

Maxwell excitedly raises his hands in the air. ‘Yay! I love this on you. Alright, we gotta go, if you wanna have enough time to finish packing.’

‘How long do I have?’

He looks at his watch. ‘Hm. I’d like you to be out front in like an hour. Is that doable?’

‘Oh, of course.’ She heads back into the changing room. In the unflattering light, her reflection is not that kind to her. The dark circles around her eyes betray the very little sleep she got last night. Not on purpose, but she didn’t want to say no to Hana and Maxwell who had been so eager to go out for dinner and drinks after the one on one dates and the afternoon tea with Queen Regina. Just like Amara, Hana was less than enthused after her date with Liam, and the two women exchanged some charged glances during their night out, but could not truly discuss anything in presence of Maxwell, who was trying so hard.

After their night out, Amara had snuck back into Drake’s room to sleep next to him, which by now, felt like her new normal, and the only stability she’d had in a while. Just knowing he was lying there next to her was enough to make her feel safe and reassured.

She had to sneak out early enough for Maxwell not to notice she was gone, and given his propension for getting up earlier than anyone else in the world, it had to be before dawn.

So, dark circles it is. Completely worth it.

‘Alright Max, I’ll see you within an hour.’

‘Sounds great, and if you need a hand with your suitcase, text me.’

She brought her newest purchase in her room and closed her suitcase. After putting on her makeup, she still had enough time ahead of her to send an email to her dad and stepmom. It had been a few days since she last updated her dad and she felt terrible about it, especially since she was pretty sure Michael had alarmed everybody back home and told them she was off the rails.

She finalized her suitcase before heading downstairs. After careful consideration, she took some of the condoms she had bought with her. She made sure they were hidden in a small compartment of her toiletry bag, to avoid prying eyes. Boom, ready.

*****

Drake had put together his usual duffle bag, but caught himself paying more attention than usual to what he was bringing. When going on trips with Liam and Maxwell, he typically didn’t bring enough shirts and ended up wearing the same one, and he routinely forgot to pack a comb or even toothpaste, that he had to borrow from Maxwell. Not this time. He had taken everything from his bathroom, and he had woken up at the same time as Amara so he could have ample time to shower, pack, and manscape. Which he hadn’t done for an embarrassingly long time. He hadn’t forgotten anything, especially not the condoms he had recently bought. After all, Liv had promised him some freedom to see Amara, so...he didn’t want to be presumptuous, but better safe than sorry.

As he walks out to the hallway, he spots Amara doing exactly the same thing. When she sees him, a huge smile runs across her face.

‘Fancy seeing you here, Walker!’

‘Hey Suarez.’ He lowers his voice. ‘You look beautiful.’

She quickly looks around to make sure no one can see them, then hurries towards him to plant a big kiss on his lips. ‘You look handsome. I wish we could travel together…’

He smiles at her. ‘We are traveling together. Liv arranged for us to be in the same towncar as Max and Hana. It will be the four of us.’

Her face lights up. ‘What? That’s awesome! When were you gonna tell me?’

‘There’s a lot I didn’t have time to tell you. Mostly because I was sleeping like a log when you came in, but I’ll fill you in via text when we’re in the car, ok?’

She nods and kisses him again. A jolt of something rushes through his veins. Adrenalin? Desire? Probably both. In any case, it feels good.

‘I’ll help you carry your suitcase.’

‘No, I got it. It looks like you have your hands full with yours…’ she gestures at his very full duffle.

‘Yeah, I may have gotten out of control with the packing. I don’t know what’s happening to me.’

Amara grins playfully. ‘Did you happen to bring…’ she feigns a gasp. ‘a non-denim shirt?’

He chuckles. ‘You’ll have to wait and see, Suarez.’

‘Well,’ she continues, ‘I’d rather see you without a shirt on, if you catch my drift.’

‘Was that a drift? It was more like, an overt flirtation.’

She turns around and schleps her suitcase towards the stairway. ‘Yup.’

*****

Amara and Drake had plotted to sit next to each other in the towncar, leaving Hana and Max on the row in front of them, unsuspicious. Those two enjoyed each other’s company, so there was nothing to complain about.

For the whole drive, Drake had filled Amara in on Olivia’s schemes via text, and they had both been sneaking looks and touches and secret hand holding, like horny teenagers who just had to touch each other, no matter who’s in the room with them. It felt good and sexy and illicit, and Amara found herself craving for more. She was just hoping she’d have the patience to interact with Liam and his princely demeanor, when all she wanted to do was sneak away with his best friend.

Lythikos was gorgeous, it had all the fierceness of Olivia, and Amara could tell why she loved her home so much. Her staff was just as unfriendly as she was, and a very curt butler took Amara to her room, swiftly followed by Drake. She was delighted to see that their rooms were once again adjacent, but this time at the end of a long corridor, away from prying eyes. She thanked the butler promptly and took possession of what would be her room for two nights.

‘Oh!’ she gasps.

Drake, visibly concerned, rushes to her side. ‘What? Are you ok?’

She beams with joy. ‘I have a freaking LOCK, Drake! This is awesome!’

He laughs, ‘Heh. You’re easily pleased.’

She raises an eyebrow, and adds suggestively, ‘We shall see.’

Drake walks towards her, closes the door behind him, and slowly turns the lock. ‘How bout now?’

She playfully pretends to faint, clutching her chest. ‘Oh, that is too good.’

He approaches her fast, wrapping his arms around her. ‘We only have very limited time, y’know. We’re expected downstairs for a snack and outdoors activities.’

She pouts. ‘I know. Let’s enjoy the little time we have, but tonight…’

He kisses her deeply. She falls into the kiss, and feels like she might melt. His fingers get lost in her dark curls, as her arms cling to his waist, bringing him closer. They lose their balance together, and fall onto the king size bed. She straddles Drake, still kissing him as she works on unbuttoning his shirt. God, she wishes she could just undress him now and forget about all the others, so she tries to forget for a second. His shirt is now wide open, and her hands caress his torso, going lower and lower. He grunts as she slides a hand inside his pants, and finds his hard cock. She grabs it and strokes it slowly, making him moan with each movement. ‘Fuck, Amara, you’re making me so hard…’

In turn, he unbuttons her jeans, and his hand gently pulls her underwear aside. ‘Mmmm,’ she moans into his ear. His finger circles her pussy lips, and tease her more and more. ‘God, you’re so wet,’ he whispers, almost inaudibly. She wants him so badly it’s not even funny. She wants him inside her now, just fuck the rest, and fuck her please and thank you.

‘DINGGGGGG’

An extremely loud bell sound startles them both.

‘Shit,’ Amara whispers, covering her ears. ‘What the hell is this?’

‘Ugh, I bet you it’s the signal that everyone is wanted downstairs. Things are hardcore here in Lythikos.’

Amara feels like she’s going to cry. No, not right now. Not when Drake’s hand is in her panties, no. ‘Come on,’ she says, disheartened.

They part ways with a kiss, and reluctantly put their clothes back on. She almost misses Maxwell’s interruptions, at least they’re more civilized than this atrocious sound.

As everyone reconvenes downstairs, Olivia announces that some outdoors activities are about to commence, after some light snacks. She mentions ice skating, which Amara is actually grateful for. Not that she can skate very gracefully, but she can skate ok. She mentally thanks her dad for making them take skating lessons because he loved the Flyers so much. When she moved to New York for college, she would always keep an eye out for hockey games and buy her dad and herself some tickets when the Philadelphia team played the Rangers. She smiles at the sweet memories of her father cheering huge toothless men on.

Skiing, she wasn’t a fan of, she had had a bad fall when she was little, but hey, the concentration it required would at the very least keep her mind off Drake Walker’s erect penis.

*****

‘Dis-moi Amara, where did you learn to skate so well? C’est impressionnant!’

She smiles at Kiara, and gently replies: ‘Oh thanks, my dad liked hockey so I had skating lessons growing up. But my skills are nothing compared to Hana’s, really. You’re truly amazing, hun, that was awesome.’

Hana blushes and dismisses the compliment, as usual. Amara wonders why and how that woman can do anything and everything. And yet, she didn’t really seem to draw any happiness from all those skills she accumulated. Pushy parents, from what she’d gathered, but still, Amara made a mental note to find out more and to incite her to talk to her.

They’d skated and skied for a big chunk of the afternoon, and everyone was happily gulping down some mulled wine and warm nuts around the fire on the patio.

Kiara looks at Madeleine, which Amara notes as odd, and continues talking. ‘Oui, très bien, Hana. You know who else is a great skater? Ou plutôt, WAS a great skater? Savannah Walker!’

Amara’s eyes dart towards Drake, whose face is suddenly drained of any color.

Liam attempts a diversion, obviously aware that this is a dangerous topic. ‘You’re not bad either, Lady Kiara. Have you skated much in France? Or maybe in Switzerland, there are wonderful lakes there.’

Kiara pauses, and after another glance at Madeleine, reiterates. ‘Oui, j’aime beaucoup. But I am definitely not as good at it as Savannah was, truly, she was amazing. Shame she couldn’t handle life at court, or else she could have joined us today, n’est-ce pas, Drake?’

Drake takes a sip of his mulled wine and replies ‘Let’s please change the subject.’

Madeleine flashes an icy smile and breaks her silence. ‘You have to admit, Drake, that her departure lacked a certain poise. It’s almost as if she had something to hide. A shameful secret, or simply, the shame of her rank, perhaps? But after all, what would you expect from people who bring nothing to the table? Or, as one would say, freeloaders?’

Drake doesn’t say anything back, puts his mug on the table, gets up and leaves.

Amara, dumbfounded, cannot begin to contain her disgust towards the two ladies’ attitude. ‘Do you think this brought anything to the table? Besides rudeness and entitled behaviors?’

She gets up as well, and zips up her jacket, ready to go after Drake.

‘Suarez, sit down,’ Olivia calmly says. ‘Don’t walk away, some heavy snow is coming and you can’t handle it.’

Amara scoffs, and puts on her knit hat.

‘Truly, Lady Amara,’ says Liam, ‘I don’t believe you should go after him. He’ll come to his senses.’

Amara’s eyes go wide. ‘Are you all serious? Are we just going to ignore how rude that was of Madeleine and Kiara, and just act like nothing happened?’

The confused looks on most people’s faces confirm that yes, indeed, that was the plan.

Olivia speaks up. ‘Suarez is right, that was out of line, ladies. Was Savannah a little weakling who couldn’t handle not being noble? Absolutely. But she left, and some of you were supposed to be her friends. It’s a little easy to bitch about her behind her back now.’ She stares at Amara, nodding. ‘That being said, Walker truly needs to learn how to communicate. Storming out is a tad dramatic.’

Madeleine whispers into her drink, ‘Giving up runs in the family.’

Amara puts on her scarf, and just says: ‘You may not feel compelled to go after him, but I do. He didn’t deserve this treatment. I’ll see all of you later.’

*****

Drake feels stupid for storming out, especially since now, the snow is picking up, and he can’t go back to the group without looking like an idiot.

He didn’t blame the others --Liam, Maxwell, even Liv-- for not standing up for him. For way too long, he had presented himself as a man who didn’t take charity, and yet his entire life was a fucking charity. He was probably a freeloader, after all. All he did for Liam in return was take care of the stables, help with fundraisers, and build stuff. What was he, Ryan Gosling in The Notebook? He had a business degree and had never done anything with it. On some level, his defense mechanisms, his silence, his hasty exits, they were all a cover-up, so that people thought he had pride. But really--

‘Drake!’

He turns around, and his heart skips a beat. She followed him out.

‘Drake, stop! Wait for me!’

He stops in his tracks and meets her halfway, scooping her up in his arms into a warm hug.

‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left, now you’re gonna catch a cold, and--’

‘Shut up, ok? They were both out of line, they had no right to talk about Savannah. I promise you we’ll find her, ok? We’ll make this right.’

‘Thank you. I just...I think Madeleine might be right. Maybe leaving court was the right move for Savannah, because this is toxic, especially when you don’t belong.’

Amara takes his face in her hands, forcing him to look her in the eye. ‘Stop. She’s wrong. You are not a freeloader. If anything, Liam is holding you back, and he’s the one who owes you.’

He doesn’t know what to say to that. No one had ever looked at things this way.

She continues. ‘It’s convenient for him to have you here, you are his wingman and you do what he can’t do. It makes you believe that you owe him, when really, it might just be the other way around. His friendship is preventing you from living your life.’

God, what if she was right? When it came to her, Liam was definitely the obstacle to his happiness. What if she was right about everything else? ‘I do owe him, Amara. When my dad died, he supported me, and after college, he offered me the odd jobs that I needed, and--’

‘What was your dream?’

Well, that was a first. ‘My...dream?’

‘Your dream job. When you were in college, what did you want to do with your life?’

He hesitates, not wanting to tell her, because he’s embarrassed of having such a silly dream.

‘Drake, tell me. Let’s brainstorm. And quickly, before the blizzard gets us.’ She gestures at the sky, and the heaps of snow coming down. She adds: ‘I’m not leaving here until you tell me at least one option. And for the record, I’m starting to not feel my feet already, so hurry.’

‘I’ve always wanted to open a little restaurant. Like...a bar/grill, something casual, but…’

Her face lights up. ‘Well that’s an awesome dream. Now let’s get out of here alive, and let’s think of ideas to make that happen. And we’ll find your sister, and not to say she needs to return to court if she doesn’t want to, but at least we’ll know she’s ok and you guys can be close again.’

*****

Dinner had been somewhat tense. Drake could tell that Liam and Liv were looking at Kiara and Madeleine sternly, as if they had lectured them earlier. Maxwell had avoided his gaze upon his and Amara’s return to the castle. Now they were seated together and Max had attempted to tell him something several times, but had just said ‘nevermind’ on each occasion.

Nevertheless, Drake was feeling good. His conversation with Amara in the snow had been comforting, and they had planned to spend the evening together after dinner, once everyone was ready for some rest.

He couldn’t help but eat fast, wanting to fast-forward to his illicit date with the one person he wanted to spend time with. As he glanced at her throughout the meal, he could notice that she was doing the same, wolfing down her cheese course like it was her job.

Finally, dinner was over. Drake almost cursed out loud when Olivia offered a digestif in the grand salon. Thankfully, Maxwell was exhausted from skiing, and given that he was the OG party boy, his turning down the nightcap set the tone for everyone else, and Olivia agreed to push it back to the next night.

The anticipation was driving Drake crazy. He had made a point to go upstairs first, very hastily, because it would look less suspicious. He had been silent at dinner, and given his prompt exit in the afternoon, no one would be surprised to see him turn in early.

So, he sits in his room, hoping that Amara would come meet him soon. He opens his shirt, but then decides it looks stupid, and closes it again. He brushes his teeth, and practices different ‘casual’ sitting poses on his bed.

When she opens the door, his heart is racing more than ever.

‘Hey,’ she whispered, ‘sorry it took so long. Hana wanted to come upstairs and talk to you, to say how sorry she was for not standing up for you earlier, and I convinced her not to.’

He smiles, not caring anymore. ‘It’s ok. You’re here now.’

She locks the door, making an exaggerated face at the sound of the lock, still marveling at the invention. Then, she comes join him on the bed, and they fall onto each other. The days of longing come undone, and they start kissing deeper than ever, losing themselves in the moment. He tries not to go too fast, he’s determined to take his time and savor this intimacy with her. When she lets out a soft ‘I want you so badly,’ he almost loses it. So does he, he’s wanted her ever since he met her. He thinks back on the way she looked that day on that secret beach. How he had daydreamed about that moment for days on end. How he had fantasized about kissing her, about making love to her on that beach. He feels her body against his, and just wants to feel her closer. He unzips her dress, as she unbuttons his shirt, for the second time today. God, he wants her.

Once all of their clothes are on the floor, there is nothing standing between them, for the first time ever, it’s just them, no interruptions, no schedule.

He caresses every inch of her body, with his hands and with his tongue. He circles the tip of his tongue around her nipples, and she lets out a moan. He can’t get enough of her body, he can’t get enough of her. His tongue continues exploring her, lower and lower, until it finds the spot on her inner thigh, which he teases until her moans indicate that she can no longer wait. His breath is short, he can’t stop nipping at her thighs, and he can’t help but longingly stare at her wet pussy, so inviting, begging him to kiss it. Amara wiggles under his touch, clearly wanting more. He starts with a soft kiss on her pussy lips, just enough to make her shiver. Then, he peeks his tongue between them, and parts them slightly. She pants more and more, and parts of Drake just wants to take her right here right now. But he wants to take his time. Who knows how many nights like this they will have.

*****

Amara wants him so badly that she thinks for a second that she’s going to faint. His tongue on her core is driving her crazy, and as he picks up the pace and finds her clit, her entire body is threatening to give out. She forgets where she is for a moment and, as he is going down on her and his tongue is almost completely inside of her, she allows herself to moan louder and louder.

She feels waves of pleasure coming to her, and as her body contracts, Drake takes all the cues and continues kissing, licking, and sucking even more intensely.

Finally, she feels it. Drake’s mouth still entangled with her, she lets go and groans loudly, feeling every second of her orgasm.

As she regains her spirits, Drake gently pecks her legs, going back up towards her stomach, until he reaches her chest. She feels his erection against her leg, and the feeling drives her crazy once again. ‘Oh my god,’ she whispers, ‘Drake, I want you. Now.’

He looks at her with more desire than she’s ever seen in anyone’s eyes. ‘Mmmm you taste so good...you’re so wet for me’

‘Yes,’ she pants. ‘please, I want you inside me.’

He reaches for his pants on the floor, fishes out a condom, and seamlessly puts it on. God, he’s hard. His fingers find her dripping wet pussy, and he caresses her, all the while kissing her hungrily.

He teases her entrance with his cock, and finally enters her, slowly, progressively. When he’s completely inside her, she gasps. Her walls contract against him, as if her body was not ready to let him go again.

As they make love, his slow and deep movements threaten to send Amara over the edge once again. He groans as he enters her again and again, growing harder and harder by the second.

Amara suddenly takes control and gets on top of him. As she rides him, he clearly loses control even more and repeats ‘Mmmm...this feels so good..’

Amara moves on his cock, until she feels like she is going to lose it herself, once again. Upon feeling her contract more and more, Drake kisses her intently and whispers in her ear ‘come for me’, which sends her over the edge. Amara loses herself in another orgasm, this time a lot louder, as she grabs onto Drake’s chest for balance.

‘Shit, you feel so good...I’m about to come’

It’s not long until Drake orgasms; Amara feels him get harder than ever, and the warm sensation of his pleasure ripples through her whole body.

They lie down, still entangled in each other, still bewildered at what just happened. ‘Wow…’ Amara manages to say.

‘Yes. What you said,’ Drake pants.

They look at each other, laugh softly, and share another kiss.

*****

Maxwell couldn’t believe what he had heard. He had come to see Drake in his room, because he had felt terribly about what had been said that afternoon. He thought about it all through dinner, and decided it was time to give Drake some information.

But before knocking, he realized that some very distinctive sounds were coming from Drake’s room. Of course, when he checked on Amara, she was nowhere to be found. Not hard to put 2 and 2 together.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

*****

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silentlytypingyou · 6 years

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mbti guys vs mbti girls (how it differs)

THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING QUESTION, thank you for asking it!

INTP

Girl - Puns and Sarcasm™, pretends she doesn’t have friends, pays attention to people though, so loyal, can’t wait for college, has issues with the practical side of life, makes art with eyeliner.

Boy - The Biggest Introvert Ever, except when you start talking about their favourite subjects, co-dependent relationship with his best-friend, acts careless but has a lot of feelings, (tries to) make things work with his parents.

ENTP

Girl - Nerdy and popular, obsessed with comic books and movies, has no sense of priorities, “FIGHT ME”, has ambition, knows everyone and everyone knows her, way too many feelings at once or coldest ice queen ever.

Boy - Horrible puns, mythology nerd, probably an atheist, creates useless junk 24/7, always creating something, has no sense of priorities either, expresses emotions facially, “Let’s start a revolution”.

INTJ

Girl - Is silently processing if you will be worth her time, likes to draw, wants to change things, expresses affection through actions rather than words, resting bitch-face, quiet until triggered, psychologically strong.

Boy - Remembers things until it gets creepy, great sense of style, resting bitch-face (must be an Ni-dom thing), principally interested in testing theories out irl, either very interested in sports or trips over self 24/7, posh nerd.

ENTJ

Girl - Plots 24/7, is the friend in a relationship or perpetually single, enjoys studying economics and politics, great sense of style, competitive and ambitious af, what doesn’t kill her better run, intuitive but practical, eye-rolls.

Boy - Extravert who likes to pretend he’s an introvert, crushes all the rules to create his own, constantly well-dressed, loves aesthetics, ambitious af, refuses to admit when they’re wrong, charismatic, dad humour.

ISFP

Girl - Oblivious concerning other people’s feelings, has a co-dependent relationship with her best friend, is obsessed with aesthetics and Pinterest, romantic, is actually pretty organised, treadmill runner.

Boy - Wide array of hobbies most likely including photography, film-making, and exercising, quiet loner who comes out of shell at parties, has three close friends, enjoys philosophical/symbolic conversations.

ISTP

Girl - The Cynic™, really smart, owns a bike, probably into photography too, rebellious streak, either completely rejects makeup or is incredibly good at it, oblivious concerning responsibilities, people’s feelings better watch out.

Boy - Great sense of style, really smart, hair on fleek, unexpected opinions who happen to also be extremely sharp, quiet loner, pokerfaced 24/7, has three friends, subtle humour, very salty, wants or owns a motorbike.

ESFP

Girl - Human labrador, hug attacks, attracted to all things fire and passion, organisation skills put to use when planning events for friends, impulsive af, 10/10 for style, interested in psychology and symbolism, laughs a lot.

Boy - Jokes 24/7, loves food and wine, wants a fun relationship, is a teddy-bear, is good at everything except staying calm for more than 10 seconds, everybody loves him, fierce friend, uses humour to cover up insecurities.

ESTP

Girl - Really cool, mood swings though, wants to travel the world and work as a secret agent, really into art and history, dates a lot, candid laugh, hates to read, crushes on select celebrities, really loyal towards their best friend.

Boy - Always finds a way to get his own, really fit, independent in all kinds of relationship, knows everyone, absolutely restless, probably has anxiety, humour to cover the wounds, sportswear or really classy.

INFJ

Girl - Nervous laugh, wants to save everyone, has a personal vendetta against Trump, very distant towards people she doesn’t know, great sense of style, SYMBOLS EVERYWHERE, very attracted to nature, graceful.

Boy - “Surely there’s more to life than this”, extraverts quite easily, wants to help everyone, daydreams a lot, anxious 24/7, a little socially awkward, makes you feel really at ease, sweet, wise but makes bold moves when under Se.

ENFJ

Girl - Extravert who looks like an introvert, is a social butterfly but craves deepness, aggressively wants everybody to be alright, can be a drama-queen, will fiercely call out the bullies, awkward oversharing.

Boy - Seems to be always happy it’s crazy, candid laugh, everybody loves him, really deep although messes around a lot, acts tough but is a softie, DEBATE IS LIFE, cares about everyone, is frustrated things don’t change.

INFP

Girl - Somehow manages to be both outrageous and cute, either completely stoic or an absolute cupcake, METAPHORS, doesn’t understand people half the time, quiet until passionate, can be really wise.

Boy - Author/poet friend, always a little bit sad, really kind though, an Artist™, owns a dog and/or a guitar, oversized sweaters, unexpected puns, good at Literature, very facially closed-off.

ENFP

Girl - Becomes friends with you in a matter of seconds, chatterbox, outrageous, always up for an adventure, writes sometimes when she’s free from her other 32 hobbies, very random, really weird puns, excited eyes, can be OTT.

Boy - A meme lord, quite chill, has an immediate emotional response to meanness, master procrastinator, is downright outrageous, watches way too many vines, candid laugh, listens to people who cry.

ISTJ

Girl - Sarcastic but sweet, surprisingly considerate of other people’s feelings at times, doesn’t give two cents about what she looks like, will do anything for her friends, has trust issues though, loves dogs.

Boy - Caring friend, super loyal, dresses simple but classy, listens a lot, has a relatively good relationship with his parents, is a little intimidating at first, works hard plays hard, secret romantic, loves dogs too wtf.

ISFJ

Girl - Fancy colourful jumpers, judgemental af but tries to be nice and accept everyone for who they are 24/7, has 32 different hobbies, incredibly attentive to detail, master procrastinator, great baker, wants to break the rules.

Boy - Attracted to art, has twenty different ideas for jobs and cannot commit to one to save a life, either really quiet or does not know how to shut up, wants everyone to get along, analytical but just needs hugs.

ESTJ

Girl - Will not take your shit if you hurt someone they care about, very vocal in terms of feelings and opinions, trying her best, surprisingly insecure at times, needs attention, ORGANISATION, classy style.

Boy - Chill until irretrievably triggered, posh clothes, discusses money like nobody’s business, is a good listener though, cab versus public transport, has so many friends, ORGANISATION, secret flirt.

ESFJ

Girl - Remembers the snacks and basically everything else about everyone ever, great at analysing things, has a lot of bottled feelings, gets rid of your social anxiety just like that, either an innocent smol bean or knows wayyy too much.

Boy - Extravert™, acts like an ESFP half the time, understands people’s decisions, chats and laughs 24/7, can be a little heartless though sometimes, optimistic at all times, very loyal, makes the worst puns.

Here you go! So there are some types that I have only met from one gender, and this is only to be taken as an approximation, since type is not really relative to gender or anything, so I hope I don’t offend anyone. I’m so sorry I’m late, I wanted to make it properly! Have a good day, and take care!

#mbti #the types #intp #entp #intj #entj #infp #enfp #enfj #infj #istj #isfj #estj #esfj #esfp #estp #isfp #istp #boy #girl #ask

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iloveleonardcohen · 5 years

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What a Feeling // Freddie Mercury

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Five

Pairing: Freddie Mercury and Katy Newton (OC)

Summary: Before she moved from London to New York at the age of thirteen, Katy Newton had always been friends with Brian May. He was the only one she knew who encouraged her creative side, especially her designs for fashion and makeup. So much so, that Katy is hired as Queen’s newest stylist. But what she doesn’t expect is her knew found friend, Freddie Mercury. Will their casual flirts lead to anything of substance? Or will their relationship just become another lost love as they both make their journey towards self acceptance.

Warnings: there will be smut eventually but not in this chapter, bisexuality (?), feels, mentions of alcohol and drugs

CHAPTER FOUR

“Okay so make her wearing something super cute and she’s looking at the book infront of her but make sure she’s glowing too and that you get her hair right and-”

“You’re gonna have to be a little more descriptive, I’m not exactly sure what to draw”

“Katy. I don’t know how much more descriptive I can be. She is an angelic princess and basically floats instead of walks”

“Joey”

When Jo had asked Katy if she could come over the next day, she thought it would be the perfect time to announce her new job, and soon departure. But instead, Jo needed her help with drawing the storyboard for a new film she was making, with Michelle as the lead. “Michelle is SO perfect I need a true artist to draw her, Katy she can’t be a stick figure this is why I need YOUR help” Katy had appreciated the sentiment, and would miss the times like this when she goes away.

“Mich is just so pretty, usually I have to tell the actors to wear makeup but she doesn’t need to, she’s a bartender too you know. The fact that I get to watch her make drinks?” Jo put her thumbs up and clicked her tongue, Katy rolled her eyes but smiled. “Last night she made one called a pink lady and hold shit Kate I was swept away at first we were just drinking and sitting on her couch and then oh my god is she so good with-”

“Okay, okay enough Jo I get it you’re in love we’re not all as lucky as you are” Katy laughed, but looked down.

“Oh come on Katy don’t worry about that, you have your future in front of you who knows who you’ll meet!” Jo said, putting a hand on her shoulder, she didn’t mean to make her feel bad.

The last person Katy had dated was Harry, they loved each other, she thought they did; he was a philosophy professor at a private school and she actually that thought they had something, but then he was offered a teaching job in California. They had been dating for two years but split because the distance was too much. That was months ago though, she needed to stop thinking about him.

The future. Katy was hopeful, her mother had said yes, and it was time to relay the news to her best friend, who was still feeling bad for her.

“Jo, you know how the band came over for dinner last night?” Katy asked, playing with the hem of her shirt and now trying not to smile. “Yeah, you told me, how were Roger and Freddie?” she smirked, knowing that they must have caused some trouble.

“They were fine actually, Jo something a lot bigger happened than that”

As Katy recounted the events of last night, Jo’s eyes grew wider and wider. When Katy finished with her mother’s approval, Jo literally screamed - something Mrs. Newton was definitely not happy about downstairs. She ran towards her friend to hug her, picking Katy up and swinging her around.

“I am SO proud of you! Katy we are celebrating. Tonight. I’m gonna call Michelle right now we can visit the bar she works at! We’ll get free drinks and holy shit I could not be happier for you, you deserve this” she hugged her again and smiled. The two of them couldn’t stop laughing, both just ecstatic about the events unfolding in front of them.

Katy walked over to her record player and put on some music the two of them started dancing before Jo asked for Katy’s consent to raid her closet, looking for something to wear tonight. Of course Jo was upset that Katy would be leaving New York the next day, but she knew how unhappy she had been here and that she had to for her own sanity.

“Can I borrow this one?” Jo pulled out a low cut navy blue long sleeved shirt, the ends of the sleeves poofing out dramatically. Katy nodded enthusiastically, half of the items in her closest she never had the confidence to wear herself so they remained untouched.

Katy put on a white crocheted cropped tank top and high waisted bell bottom jeans. Even though she was short, she still somehow enjoyed her appearance in the mirror. Jo helped by hyping her up like the amazing friend she is. Halfway through finishing their hair to go and visit Michelle at the bar she worked at to celebrate, they heard a knock on the door. It was James, Jo squealed and ran over. “It’s going to make me so sad not being able to come over and see you anymore” she laughed, pinching his cheeks. His face turned bright red, he secretly had had the biggest crush on Jo since he met her. If only he knew.

“Katy” he managed to make out, ignoring Jo’s comment although touched by it “Brian is on the phone, he wants to talk to you. It’s off the line down stairs so all you have to do is pick it up up here, don’t worry, I’ll make sure Mum isn’t listening”

“Ooooooh” Jo bounced her eyebrows, Katy rolled her eyes but happily picked up the phone and mouthed a “thank you” to James.

“Mayday!” Katy smiled into the phone, looking at herself in the mirror, and pressing the phone between her ear and her shoulder.

“Kayday” his familiar voice laughed back.

“I know we’ve been together a lot lately, but what are you doing tonight?” he asked a little awkwardly, hoping he isn’t a bother.

Being the crappy phone it was, Jo was able to hear everything the two of them were talking about. She took the phone from Katy, much like Freddie had taken Brian’s phone to accept her Mum’s dinner proposal.

“Katy is hanging out with Michelle and me since you’re stealing her away, sorry dude” Jo said nonchalantly, looking at her cuticles.

“Well” Brian coughed awkwardly on the other end of the line “there’s a party tonight in the city, we wanted to celebrate the new job, you guys are more than welcome to come with us it’s at the-” “What time” Jo was still nonchalant. Katy was annoyed that Jo was probably scaring Brian into thinking she doesn’t like him right now.

“What? I think around eightish but we aren’t really sure we were thinking of-” “Eight sounds great to me, we will see you at this party!!” Jo wooed, smiling and snapping her fingers. Brian laughed, he appreciated her abruptness and wished her and Katy a goodbye and that he’d talk to them later to tell them the party info.

Jo hung up the phone and turned her attention to Katy.

“GUESS WHO’S PARTYING WITH HER FAVORITE BAND AND FAVORITE FRIEND TONIGHT” she put up her arms, their giant poofy sleeves falling down to her elbows.

“Wow, favorite band first and friend second?” Katy scoffed, realizing now that she might need a little more makeup than she had on.

“Whatever you know I love you” Jo smiled, “but I’ve gotta call Michelle and tell her to try to get someone to cover her shift, her bartending skills are needed elsewhere, among other things” she winked.

“Just call her please”

Moments later, the plan was set for the three of them to meet the band at a high rise apartment in Chelsea, and they were listening to music while Katy applied makeup to Jo’s face and Michelle made her way over.

“Fat bottomed girls make this rockin world go ro-”

“Joey, I swear if you keep singing I’m gonna stop” Katy had not even gotten halfway through applying the silver to Jo’s eyes when she started moving her entire body to the beat of the song she had forced Katy to put on.

“But Katy this song”

She huffed and shot Jo a glare. The glare was enough to get Jo to stop and close her eyes again, Katy sighed in relief and continued to apply the glittery shadow.

Katy always noticed that Jo didn’t change the songs she was singing when she was. That might not even make any sense, but she was used to her friends replacing the pronoun in love songs to keep it in line with their sexuality. Jo was staying true to hers which Katy thought was really cool, but she didn’t know what pronouns she liked the best, they all sounded pretty nice to her.

If it wasn't for that calming train of thought, she would have stopped doing Jo’s makeup all together, and she did yell at her for moving but Jo claimed that she had no idea that dancing counted.

Freddie was rather rudely awoken by the feeling of someone taking a seat on his hip as he slept sideways on the band’s New York suite couch. The boys shared their rooms in pairs, and Freddie had hesitantly agreed to sleep on the couch while Roger had a girl come spend the night. Also why he had been paired with Roger in the first place he wasn’t quite sure of. Nonetheless, his face was pressed into the cushions, his back facing the television as he had fallen asleep with it on in an attempt to hear nothing, it didn’t really work.

Roger began eating his cereal loudly, was he just trying to piss Freddie off? If he was, it was working. Freddie, knowing what he was doing, jolted, the little movement sending Roger off of the couch and spilling the cereal onto his shirt.

“Are you kidding me, Fred?” “Are you kidding me, Rog?” he mumbled into his pillow, not wanting to face the day. The shirtless singer eventually sat up and rubbed his eyes, Roger took a seat next to him this time after cleaning up the mess he had made. It was already one pm and Freddie had still not gotten the most refreshing sleep to say the least. The thought of going out and actually having to talk to people was not at the top of his priority list at the moment. As if he could read his mind, Roger started “there’s a party tonight Freddie, at a fancy hotel in Chelsea, lots of people are gonna be there” Roger winked and nudged his arm.

“Well then I think tonight you’ll find me in the opposite direction” he mumbled, holding his head, he didn’t always get like this but when he did, he’d rather be at home with a quiet conversation and a person he loved than a rager. He wasn’t really going to get that in the middle of New York City with his three drunk friends.

“Katy’s going, Bri already asked her,” Roger chewed loudly and started flipping through the channels. Freddie had changed his mind, he was going to go. “but do you think Jo’ll be there? She was something else too I mean I know you’ve got your sights set on Katy but-”

“Will you PLEASE stop saying that? I never said that to you Rog, and it’s really fucking annoying especially when she’s going to be working with us” Freddie said angrily, turning off the tv to get Roger’s attention.

“Fred, come on, we both know you. She’s kinda spunky and she’s your type, if you don’t like her now, you’re going to. Plus, if you didn’t like her, you would always be making jokes about liking her. Just think about it” Roger said prophetically, he hadn’t even been phased by the anger Freddie had previously shown, and honestly Freddie appreciated that. He didn’t want to admit it, but Roger did know him well.

Freddie also rationalized that of course John would need backup in taking care of Roger, and he did love a good party after all.

He walked over to his suitcase and sighed. He needed a look, his current joggers and tank top would simply not do for tonight. The worst part about touring was how all of his best shirts and pants became wrinkled so easily. This was going to be difficult, maybe even too difficult to do on his own. He needed the help of a stylist. Good thing he had one.

“So you just need help for this party tonight? This is my first official gig?” Katy was smiling way too wide. After Katy had finally finished both Jo’s and her own makeup, Freddie called asking if she’d come to his hotel room to help him choose an outfit. An eruption of “oos” of course followed from Jo and Michelle but she ignored it and blushed.

Now, they were the only two in the fancy room (Freddie had to pay Roger to leave, the situation going something along the lines of “so you don’t fancy her, but you need help with an outfit? I need help with my outfit for tonight too Freddie can I stay here?” “Rog, please”), and Freddie had laid out about half of his wardrobe on his bed. Patiently watching as Katy carefully sifted through the large pile.

“It’s not going to be as easy as it looks darling, I’m indecisive” he laughed, shaking his head “no” as she held up a bright green shirt. She shrugged and put it back.

“We all are, I mean this” she gestured to her outfit, which she had changed since coming over, it was a yellow sundress instead “is like my third outfit today, and I will probably change again before the party.”

Freddie furrowed his eyebrows “you would look absolutely stunning in anything you wear, and in nothing I’m sure too” he winked, not sure where his sudden confidence was coming from, maybe because everything he was saying was true. Katy playfully hit his arm and turned bright red before turning to look back at the clothes.

That’s how Freddie was going to manage, he decided, making her smile and soaking it in, but she wasn’t to know how serious he was really being. He had doubts that she would be interested at all in anything remotely different from co workers and friends. Time continued to float by, Freddie rejecting every one of Katy’s suggestions (she now realized this was why she was getting paid, and maybe by Debbie had disliked her job so much).

She held up another shirt, this one yellow and extremely low cut, the collars meant to be flared.

“Oh come on love, you must be able to imagine what my arms look like in that thing” he scoffed and shooed it away. It was Katy who was upset now, although when he called her “love” it made her heart beat faster.

“What about your arms love?” she asked in the same way, she couldn’t let him know she had appreciated it, Freddie shrugged and looked away. He didn’t really want to talk about his insecurities right now. “You. Always. Look. Like. A. God.” Katy grabbed the yellow shirt and basically pushed it into his chest, causing him to retreat for a second.

“Go try this on, actually what am I saying I’ll be in the bathroom, let me know when I can come out” Katy didn’t even give Freddie a chance to respond to her calling him a god. He didn’t know what he would say anyways, it wasn’t often that a girl had him so tongue tied, she was different. He begrudgingly took the shirt, and she walked away. He stared at her blue hair as she did, it swayed and complimented the pale yellow of her dress. They’d be matching.

After five minutes of posing and different smiles in the mirror, Freddie knocked on the bathroom door. He looked fit. Katy didn’t know how else to describe it, or exactly what to say. The silver chain that hung loosely around his neck was the perfect accessory, the shirt accentuated his muscles and brightened his face, he was practically glowing in Katy’s eyes, and in Freddie’s, he saw himself as okay.

“Oh Freddie, I love it”

He blushed and looked away, fixing and tucking in the end. The two of them were just bad at taking compliments, especially from each other.

“Could you do my makeup, too?” he asked shyly, he smiled with his mouth open, but quickly moved his lips to cover his teeth again. Katy frowned, but decided not to mention it, she was sure she had made him uncomfortable today and didn’t want to again.

“Absolutely, come sit” she patted the bathroom counter. He raised an eyebrow, but took a seat next to the sink. “Damn, you’re still much taller than me” and he was,

“It’s not too hard to be when you’re a pixie” he may not have been as tall as Brian, but Freddie was still a good nine inches taller than her, and sitting on the counter didn’t change that.

“Okay, hm” she ran her fingers through her blue hair thinking. Freddie wished he could reach out and do the same.

“We could sit on the floor, and I could put a record on too if you’d like” Freddie clapped his hands. Katy laughed as he got up suddenly from his idea and ran out of the room. A couple moments later, she could hear the sound of Elton John making its way into the bathroom and Freddie was back. He looked down to see Katy already on the floor, going through her makeup bag and looking for the best eyeliner. He took a seat across from her, sitting cross legged and admiring her dress, she felt his eyes on her.

“It’s going to be so refreshing doing makeup for someone who isn’t constantly singing, whenever I do Jo’s she just won’t stop moving.” Katy laughed as she finally found out the right one and Freddie gently closed his eyes, she began to apply it.

He smirked, and she noticed it, as much as she loved that smirk she didn’t want to see it right now. Freddie started singing along to Rocket Man, he looked adorable and Katy couldn’t stay as irritated at him as she could Jo. “I’d be mad if you weren’t so friggin cute” she mumbled to herself when her back was turned to Freddie, looking for another color shadow from her bag.

“What was that, darling?” he smiled, his eyes still closed. As she did his makeup, his confidence began to return.

“Nothing, what?” Katy had truly not wanted Freddie to hear that. But he did, and decided not to make her repeat herself although he mumbled a “not a cute as you love” back as he started to fix his hair.

He finished and stood up, taking a look at himself in the mirror, Katy stood and joined him, he liked how the two of them looked together, now both in different shades of yellow.

Three hours later, and the music was louder than ever. What from the outside looked like any New York City building, turned into something of a glamorous penthouse with high ceilings and high occupants on the inside. Covered in modern art and leather furniture, no one was quite sure who the house had belonged to, Roger was just known for his connections and this time it really worked out. Everywhere you looked, there was some type of action going on.

Katy had left Freddie to change her outfit again and arrive with Jo and Michelle, volunteering herself as third wheel pretty much. When Katy, Jo, and Michelle had arrived, they saw no one they recognized in sight but absolutely everyone and thing looked fascinating. Jo and Michelle discreetly found each other’s hands and held on tight, here was a place they felt comfortable at least doing that. Jo at the same time was looking for the bar, she wanted Michelle to show off the tricks she had learned.

In the midst of the chaos, they first found John, who was pressed up against one of the walls, unsure of what to do. John tagged along and joined Katy at the front of the pack, he too was extremely happy to see a familiar face.

A blonde woman in tight leather approached them with drinks in her hand, she kissed Deacy on the cheek and handed Katy a drink, she couldn’t stop staring at her. Katy took the drink from her ringed fingers, it was only a little larger than a shot glass and bright pink. She looked over to see Deacy downing it, so she decided to join him. The liquid burned the back of her throat but at the same time reminded her of pink lemonade. Jo always made fun of her for being a lightweight, but she didn’t mind that, and maybe things would change by the time she returns from the tour.

Somewhere on the other side of the room, Freddie was also getting drunk, with Brian, as they watched Roger chat up some girl on the couch. Freddie had really enjoyed the moments he shared with Katy earlier, and decided to keep on the yellow shirt. Brian had asked him more than once if his plan for the night was following in a similar pursuit as Roger was doing, but Freddie wasn’t. Sure there were many beautiful people here, he already was approached by a few fans who whispered things in his ears, but it didn’t felt right tonight for some reason. And of course he couldn’t tell Brian any of this, he’d hit him. So he decided to do something else that he did best, get plastered.

The music was extremely loud, and the low lighting gave everyone a little run for their senses. The large amount of people in the small space coupled with the cigarette and marijuana smoke was a lot for everyone to take in, but for right now Freddie loved it. He felt invisible, he and Brian decided to continue to move through the crowd rather than wait for Roger to stop, they both knew he wasn’t going to. Brian was pretty drunk too, the two of them stumbled through the crowd.

Eventually, the crowd moved them to the bar, fate working out nicely as it united the seven of them. Michelle was making drinks and people were cheering around her, Jo was sitting at the bar, sipping on her straw and never stopped watching Michelle move. Katy was taking shots with some girls she had just met who were all beautiful. John was trying to get the attention of said girls, but the red head he was talking to couldn’t stop staring at Katy, who was staring back.

Brian was happy to see his friend having so much fun “Katy ladyy!” he partially slurred, walking over to her and hugging her.

“I am just SO happy that you’re touring with us! Maybe you can weigh in on the vote I’ve been trying to have, I propose that the the band needs a pet” Brian was clearly drunk, his arm was around Katy’s shoulder now and he held his hand out trying to paint the picture for her.

“Freddie wants a cat but I’m not really sure-” he continued but was interrupted by Freddie walking over. He wasn’t sure where Brian had gone to but when he saw it was Katy he was with, drunk Freddie just needed to say hello.

“Hellllooooo, darlings” he screamed, put a hand on both of their shoulders. Katy was really happy to see him, she had been looking for him all night.

“Fred! Tell Katy about my pet idea!” Brian said enthusiastically, shifting his eyes between the two of them.

“Sorry Bri, I’d rather tell Katy that she looks absolutely radiant right now. I mean stunning, Bri have you seen her?” Freddie said, taking Katy’s hand and kissing it, she giggled. Brian rolled his eyes and walked in between them dramatically, breaking their hands apart.

“She looks” he looked her up and down “fine. I’m going to go ask Deacy what he thinks. I’m thinking a turtle” he stated very nonchalantly, causing Freddie and Katy to look at each other awkwardly for a second, and then break into laughter.

“I” Freddie started, now he and Katy now sitting on a loveseat and talking to each other as people surrounded them “am VERY interested in the art in this house” he stated, he was pretty drunk, and when she got like this, everything fascinated her. Katy smoothed out her black skirt and turning to Freddie, she fixed her hair, she was very jittery right now.

“I am” Katy paused in the same fashion he had “am VERY interested in the art right in front of me” she flirted. His eyes widened and eyebrows changed, he broke into a smile until he shut his mouth quickly.

“You must be hammered to think that this banana colored chap looks like art right now” he referred to his shirt that he was still a little unsure of.

“Oh I am, Michelle kept making me these little clear drinks and they were so good so me and Deacy decided to have a drinking contest and he won but I really gave it my all he was still proud of me, Deacy’s a team player” her emotions continuously changed throughout her ramble. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be art! And I love the shirt!” she started to play with his collar, brushing her skin against his, Freddie wasn’t expecting that kind of intimacy.

The two of them continued to talk, and they talked about everything. They started to talk about the name Mercury and it digressed into her love for astrology and contemplations of time and the future.

Just then, Roger came to join them, he took a seat in between them, and accidentally spilled Katy’s drink all over her white shirt, she stood up and kinda yelped but quickly contained it.

“Rog! What the fuck?” Freddie asked angrily at Roger, he shrugged his shoulders, not exactly sure what he did. Freddie looked around for any napkins in sight, he found some tissues and awkwardly started to pat her chest before she took the napkin from him gratefully and continued to dry herself more feverishly.

She couldn’t help before a yellow stain formed right in the center of her stomach though, unavoidable to sight. She sighed, Roger had really completely ruined that moment, and her shirt.

“Rogerrrrrrrrr” Katy dragged out his name, turning the last part of it into a grr aggressively and throwing her head back to look at the ceiling. He put his hands up defensively, he had been having a great time talking to Jo and Michelle since the other girl rejected him and had been thoroughly enjoying himself up until that moment, now he was a little scared. Freddie also wanted to kill him.

“Kate” Freddie handed her another tissue, he thought that name was pretty on her “I can call you a cab home if you’d like, I kinda would like to head back to the hotel soon, I have to be up early anyway like the rest of these fellows, but unlike them I’d rather get some rest” Freddie said softly to her. She sighed, she probably should be going home anyway. She had no idea where Jo and Michelle had snuck off to and wasn’t exactly in the mood to find out.

She nodded her head “I think that’d be best”

“I know” Freddie said, out of the blue. They now were sitting next to each other in the small yellow cab he had ordered to take her home, he insisted on making sure she got inside safely and she had no problem with that. The beginning of the car ride was a peaceful silence, not awkward at all, Katy staring out the window and Freddie closing his eyes, or opening them to take a peak at what Katy was doing. His sudden voice got Katy’s attention instantly, and she turned to him.

“Katy Kat” he stated, opening his eyes to face Katy who broke out into laughter at the cuteness of the name.

“And you said you weren’t drunk” she booped his nose and laughed loudly.

“I never said I wasn’t drunk” he held up a finger, Katy smiled at the polish “I just said I was sober enough to help you get home. And Katy Kat, that’s your nickname from me. I have decided. I really like cats, and I really like you, and your name sounds like cat, and, oh shit” Freddie’s eyes widened and he stopped smiling, he had been ranting, he clearly was still drunk too, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to ensure Katy was okay “what if I like you so much because your name sounds like a cat, but WAIT, what if I like cats so much because it sounds like Katy, wait no that can’t be right I knew a cat before I knew you” he was just talking to himself now. How desperately did drunk Katy want to just shut him up with a kiss; and maybe she could, he did JUST say he liked her a lot, but no. He was drunk, she was drunk, and it was in the context of cats, she didn’t want to ruin anything and also did not want her first kiss with him to be drunk in the back of a taxi to get him to stop talking about cats. She giggled “I love it Freddie that is a marvelous nickname” she spoke her faint British accent making a slight comeback. He was excited by that “Your accent is so weird” he said teasingly. “Oh shut up” she said, now in a complete British tone to make him smile. Eventually the cab slowed to a stop in front of her apartment, Freddie still rambling on about the various cats he had had throughout his life.

It didn’t matter what it was, Katy could listen to him talk all day and in fact that’s all she wanted to do, ever. The taxi driver turned around in his seat and faced them

“Ma’am? That’s gonna be-”

“Oh please sir, I’m the gentleman, just keep the change” Freddie took a fifty dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to the taxi driver, whose eyes widened.

“Thank you so much sir, you two make a lovely couple”

“Thank you for saying that, so much truly, love did you hear that? He said we were a lovely couple” Katy said laughing putting her hand on Freddie’s. He blushed and just nodded to the driver, taking her hand and thanking the driver, he guided her out of the car.

“I did hear that love”

“You should sleep over sometime so I can show you MY wardrobe!” she said excitedly, she almost sounded like a little kid when she was drunk, a little kid with a sailor’s mouth.

“That would be an absolute pleasure, darling” he laughed, walking her up her stairs and making sure that neither of them stumbled or tripped. They finally made it to the top of them successfully.

“Thank you for leaving the party to help me, this was super embarrassing to be honest. I can usually hold my liquor a little better, literally and figuratively, ha” Katy smiled softly. That last part might have been a lie but that’s okay. She was caught staring in Freddie’s glazed chocolate eyes, and he was staring at her mouth as she spoke, watching her smile play on every word.

They stayed staring for a moment, then Freddie remembered he should probably respond to what she had said.

“No worries, I’d much rather be right here with you” that was the complete truth “well um” he coughed “I’ll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow, yeah?” he asked, rubbing his neck, suddenly nervous.

“Okay Freddie, I’ll see you then” Katy said happily, not picking up on his nervousness, she kissed him on the cheek. She really was confident when she was drunk. He laughed, a little annoyed at himself that he wasn’t the one to think of that.

“Okay, goodnight Katy Kat” he smiled again, and finally let her go inside.

As he walked back down the steps alone, he started to quietly hum a song he hadn’t written yet. This was going to be a great tour.

CHAPTER FIVE

AN: hey guys! I know this was a long one but thank you so much for all the positivity I have received so far! If you like this fic, please let me know! I also do Queen ships if you’d like one just send me an ask :) -June

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hankypranky · 5 years

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Happy Birthday Allie!

Gabriel X Allie

Written for @idabbleincrazy‘s “Allie Turns 30 Challenge

Prompt: “I can’t wear this, too much skin shows.”

Word count: 3900ish

Thank you for hosting this challenge but MOST IMPORTANTLY thank you for being you and my friend :) Happy Birthday!

Part I

Frustrated in your attempt to find something in your wardrobe to wear for your birthday party, you finally gave up. Your closet in the bunker was empty, and you felt so too. Even if you wanted to sleep, you couldn’t. All of your clothes were on a gigantic heap on your bed.

Hearing a rapp on the door, you quickly throw a tank top on, “Come in.”

The door swings open, but instead of entering your room, Gabriel leaned on the door frame. “You know, I may not be at my full strength, but I can feel your anxiety all the way from the library. What’s up sugar plum?”

“Nothing,” you murmur. Crossing his arms against his chest, he waits for you to continue. “It’s silly.”

Unwrapping the lollipop he pulls from his pocket, he practically shouts, “I’m captain of silly! Tell me.”

“I don’t know what to wear tomorrow…” Looking at your mess makes you feel even worse. “I just want to be left alone.”

“Oh come on darlin’, we’re going to party. It will be fun.” He goes over to the large heap of clothes on your bed and pops the sucker into his mouth and holds up the first thing he touches.

Crap, not that one. He held up the light blue garment. “What is this, is this a blanket? I thought this was a dress.” Still running his fingers along the edges of the fabric, “Allie! This is a hospital gown. Of course you aren’t going to wear this!” He narrowed his eyes and kept digging through the pile, “Flannel, flannel, flannel… geez baby girl.” His eyes flare with pride as he pulls out a black top with sequins, “Aha!”

Crinkling your nose you told him to turn it around. He did, “I got stabbed in that shirt. Big ole’ slash mark on the side.” Inspecting the poor stitch job you did he frowned. Avoiding his gaze you explained, “You can’t see it when I wear a jacket…”

Dropping the shirt, he sat down on the corner of the bed. You watched as his fingers twirled the lollipop around the soft curves of his lips as he pulled it out with a wet ‘pop’ sound. “How about this, we can make your party formal. ‘Birthday Suits only’.

This got a laugh from you, “How about no.”

“Come on. I haven’t been to an orgy in forever.”

Your heart sank a bit, you had been harboring a crush on the Archangel for years now. Not letting any jealousy rear its head, you kicked his foot. “We are not having an orgy for my 30th birthday.”

Popping the sucker back in your mouth, you heard a loud crunch, “Suit yourself.”

You were hitting your wall. Your room was a mess, your clothes everywhere and you just about had zero fucks left. Sweeping all the clothes off your bed in one shove, they hit the tiled floor.

Plopping down you laid on your back and threw your arm over your eyes.

Momentarily you forgot Gabriel was in the room with you until you felt the mattress shift beside you and your heart sped up.

His fingers traced up and down your forearm cooing your name. “Allie. Allieeee.” Frozen, you didn’t know what to do. Trapped between embarrassment and delight he spoke your name again, “Allie.”

Unable to take the sensation anymore, you threw your arm down. Your eyes met immediately and you were mesmerized by the tiny flecks of red in his iris’, unsure of how they could hold so much concern while sparking with that mischief you had grown so accustomed to.

Your hand was on your bed and you could feel the warmth coming off of him but one little move and the tips of your fingers felt something slightly wet and tacky. Hesitantly, you tried to identify what you were touching when you looked down and shouted his name, “Gabriel!”

There were lollipop sticks and candy wrappers falling out of his pocket onto your bed. His eyebrows shot up and he blinked a few times, “Whoops.” He sat up slowly and tucked them back into his pocket. Swiping the crumbs off your bed, all he managed to do was smear little bits of chocolate into your bed coverings.

With a deep sigh, you got up to retrieve the only other clean sheets you had. “Help me make the bed, will you?” It was more of a command than anything.

Gabriel stood up a little bit straighter, “What? Over a little bit of candy? Just put the top sheet over it.” Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but laugh.

“Look, I'm all about cheering you up, but I draw the line at domestics. You should have known this was a possibility of being my friend.”

Ripping off the corner you pulled the sheet off your bed and tossed a corner of the new sheet at him. If he hadn't caught it with his hand, it would have smacked him in the face.

He began to tuck it under the edge of the bed, “Ugh, you sleep on these?”

“Of course I do. What’s wrong with them?”

He pinched his mouth shut and shook his head.

Continuing the make the bed, the fabric felt much softer, like a cotton silk.

Your head sprang up, “What did you do?”

“Turned these cold southern grit sheets into ones that are fit for a queen.”

“Gabriel, you can’t waste your grace like that!”

“It’s my grace and I can do whatever I want with it. Just like it’s your birthday, and you can cry if you want to.”

“I’m not crying.”

He countered, “And I’m not wasting my grace.”

Putting the blanket back on your bed, you murmured thank you so quietly, you weren’t sure if he heard you, but he gave you a small, warm smile.

He strutted towards you, “New plan! Tomorrow morning we are getting mani-pedis and going shopping!

“Gab-”

Holding his pointer finger up, “No if, ands, or buts.”

“Fine.”

“Now get in bed little lady, I’m going to tuck you in and tell you a story.”

“What?” You couldn’t believe what he just said, he was going to tuck you in? That’s ridiculous. “I’m a grown woman.”

Looking at his watch, “And in fifteen minutes you are going to turn thirty. So let’s get this show on the road so we can celebrate sooner.”

Still perplexed, you climbed into the bed wondering how he coaxed you into this. Yet, with every inch Gabriel raised the covers, your worries slipped away into the softest sheets your had ever laid on. With a final tug, he pulled the them up to your chin and switched off the light.

He pulled a chair closer and leaned in. The shadows on his face only highlighted the gentleness in his expression. You snuggled a little deeper into your bed, just wanting to look at his face forever.

“There once was a little girl who named Jenna who was having a hard time fitting into junior high. She lived a charmed life next door to her best friend Matt. For her 13th birthday, he made her the coolest dollhouse she had ever seen and sprinkled it with wishing dust and gave it to her right before her party started.”

Hmm… this sounded familiar. Not in the bed time story sort of way, but familiar somehow…

“Jenna also invited the popular girls over too and when they arrived, she stashed the beautiful dollhouse Matt had made in the closet.” Gabriel’s voice was a little more hushed and you could tell he was much less animated than he wanted to be. “The mean girls blindfolded Jenna and had to wait in the closet to play 7 Minutes in Heaven with her crush. Except, it wasn’t her crush that came, it was Matt.”

He drew in a deep breath as if feeling Jenna’s pain personally, “She was so humiliated she threw him out of the closest and cried. Trying to calm herself, she rocked back and forth,” the slight squeak of your chair as Gabe mimicked her motions, “She cried, ‘thirty, flirty and thriving… thirty, flirty, and thriving…’

You rolled over a touch so you could ask, “Gabe, are you telling me the plot of the movie 13 Going on 30?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “You’ve seen it?”

You couldn't help but chuckle, “It’s a good movie. Go on.”

Continuing the tale where he left off, his voice lulled you into a sleep like state. Following the story and listening to his voice raise in excitement and become coarse when he was re-telling a serious scene. It was so peaceful you drifted off.

Only a slight recognition he was done when you felt his breath on your forehead, “Happy Birthday Allie,” and planted a small kiss. Too far gone, you reveled in the feel of his skin against yours...

PART II

The next morning you felt like you had slept for 12 hours, but it was only 7AM. You didn't really want to get out of bed, but Gabriel promised you a good day, and by god you were going to let him spoil you. First, coffee…

Merely a few feet down the hall, Gabriel practically skipped up to you with a cup of coffee in his hand. “Happy Birthday Toots!”

Blinking a few times at his chipperness, “Thanks Gabe.”

He instructed you, “Back to your room, shower and shave, or whatever you do.”

“Don't tell me what to do. It’s my birthday!”

He scoffed, “Just trust me.”

Grumbling a fine, you turned back down the hallway. Self righteous dick. So what if you were planning on doing both those things anyway.

Not bothering to blow dry your hair, you did manage to put on a little bit of makeup and head back down to the kitchen. When you saw him in approaching you in the hallway, “What? You gonna’ tell me to go back to my room or put me in a corner?”

“Of course not! That’s cruel. I was actually coming to get you, we have a surprise for you.”

Following him down the corridor, a sweet sugary smell clung in the air. Of course it was something sweet.

The table was full of pancakes, waffles, hard boiled eggs, and fruit, meat and fancy juices... Was there now end to this? But it was Sam and Dean’s joyful faces when they shouted “Happy Birthday!” in unison, that made your day.

“Thank you!” This really was a feast. “Wow Gabe, this looks incredible.“

Pulling out the chair for you he said, “Oh, don't thank me. Dean-O here made the pancakes and waffles. I only squeezed the orange juice and convinced them not to start without you.”

Eyeing him wearily, you knew he did much more than that, you would have settled for Dean’s pancakes alone.

“Dig in,” Dean said gruffly, not waiting before reaching across the table and picking up 3 pancakes in one fell swoop of his fork.

Breakfast was mostly small chit chat and deciding which car you and Gabe were going to take out for your shopping day because he flat out refused to ride around in your beat up Jeep.

Settling on the 1955 Chrysler Imperial in the garage, you pulled out, “We going to the mall?”

Quickly, he answered, “Nope, take 94 West, it’s a bit of a drive but we’re going to the boutiques in the city.”

“Gabe --”

“Oh hush. I have an unlimited credit card. Let’s use it and have some fun. He cranked up the old stereo and you cruised all the way there. Not literally though, this car has no cruise control!

You barely walked into the first shop before you walked right now. Shopping sounded fun in theory, but not in practice. He seemed to recognize you dilemma or was ignorant of the fact these boutiques were fancier than you were used to, “Ooooo, look! A cafe!” His face lit up, “Mimosas?”

Never needing a drink more than you did right now, you two sat down at the bar. Your drinks arrived promptly with little breakfast biscuits. After a few cocktails you felt yourself being loosened up.

“Well babe, Let's start at the nail salon.”

“Babe?”

He corrected himself, “Sorry. Ma'am.” You punched him in the arm.

Mani pedis was a good place to start indeed. They had complimentary wine and you knew it, you were drunk. Well, kinda’. Okay, no denying you had a buzz and were flirting with Gabriel. Which was okay, because you two always flirted. He was one of the few you could be playful with. Staring down at your french manicure, you felt a little bit prettier.

Walking into the next store, you were feeling overwhelmed again. Gabriel was already chatting with the sales clerk while you perused the clothes racks. Nothing was jumping out at you. Tugging on your sleeve, you hit the pavement again.

This time, the shop you stopped in had a mannequin with jeans on one side of the display, and modern formal attire on the other side.

You had no idea where to start. None of this was really you. A gravelly voice interrupted your musings, “Dress or pants?”

“Uhh, I don’t know.”

He pulled a top off the rack? “What do you think, too floral?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, how about this?” Gabriel held up a black stretchy dress.

“I don't know Gabriel. That doesn't seem like my style.”

“So you say. Keep looking, I’m going to pull out some things.” Unsure if he saw your eyes roll, you headed towards the jeans, picking out a few in your size.

While you continued to look around, Gabriel soon had his arms full of garments. You knew you had a stupid face when you saw him with arm full of garments. Giving you his best ‘duh’ expression, he explained, “These are just for me.”

It was comical how he was running all over the store while it felt like it took you forever to pick out one top. Zipping across the store, he had another armful and within moments he was begrudging pushing you into the changing stall.

“This place has a nice selection. I’ll model mine if you model yours, deal?”

The corner of your mouth turned up, “Sure.”

Trying on a couple of things, you weren’t feeling it.

“How's it going in there?”

“Good.”

“Uh huh. Then why don’t you come out and show me.”

“Because… we… don’t have enough time.”

“Dollface, we have all day. Come on out!”

You had on that black dress he had pulled out earlier. When you opened the door, you only had a moment to check out his new outfit, jeans, forest green leather coat, and a burnt sienna tee before he shouted at you, “Wow, you look stunning!”

This wasn’t you, did he not like the version that you are? Sure, it showed off some of your curves, but it felt wrong.

Sadness danced across his face, “Not feeling it?”

“It’s too formal for our crew.”

He wrinkled his nose, “I know, damn hunters in their camo and flannel. No tact. No sophistication at all.”

Ignoring his comments, you shut the door and moved onto trying on jeans.They were dark blue, almost black, and would do an excellent job hiding any blood that was spilled. Wow, they even had deep front pockets!

Your ass looked great in them too. “I’m coming out, I think this is the one.” Throwing on a generic black top you picked out, you emerged from the dressing room.

“Looks good! Definitely a keeper. What else is that pile? Did you see the purple halter top? Try that on with those jeans.”

Smiling at his approval, you went and switched out the shirts. As soon as the silky fabric slid across your back, it felt so good. When you turned around in the mirror and saw yourself, you were shocked at what you saw. The scoop neck feel low exposing more cleavage than you had seen yourself in years, but damn, you did look hot.

Gabriel’s voice shook you out of your musings. “Is it perfect?”

You lied, “It’s too small.” This would be something you would wear to a dance club, ya’ know, if you ever went.

“Lemme’ get you the next size up.”

You paced trying to come up with another excuse to give him. He knocked on the door but you just stuck your arm out to accept the top.

“Bad news, they’re all out of your size. Somebody out here is wearing it better than you.”

You threw the door open, “Excuse me?” Only to realize Gabriel was wearing the exact outfit you were.

Surprisingly, he looked hella’ sexy. The dark plum really highlighting his skin, the muscles of his arms rippling slightly. And when he moved the top rode up showing off a little of his happy trail.

Covering your mouth, you tried to stifle your laugh.

“Hot right?” Wiggling his eyebrows, “Like what you see sugar?”

Gaping at him you made a noise that you, yourself, didn’t even recognize.

He posed, one hand on his hip in a seductive manner, “Do you feel as sexy as I look?” Biting your lip, you tamped down you arousal.

Cavalierly, he threw his hands in the air, “I’m sorry, I hate it when someone shows up in the same outfit as me. But, I’ll take the high road and find something else.” He jutted his chin out and smiled, “You look better in it anyway.”

The blood rushed to your cheeks and you felt them burn. “I can’t wear this, too much skin shows!”

He purred, “No baby girl,” advancing towards you. “It shows just enough to leave the mind reeling.” Brushing the hair back off your shoulders, his fingertips trailed against your bare skin and it scorched you. Gently he gripped your hips and spun you around to so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Looking over your shoulder, the predatory glint in his eye keeping you firmly in place, he asked, “When’s the last time you felt sexy, like truly sexy?”

Unable to turn away from his gaze, you stuttered, “I- I can’t remember.”

He licked his lips, “You’re the whole package. Brains, brawn, beauty.”

You had almost forgotten he was wearing the same outfit as you but he quickly slipped out from behind you and emerged with a black leather jacket you saw an expanse of his tan skin which made you wish he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Without skipping a beat, he had slipped your arm into one sleeve, guiding the other as he pulled the jacket over your shoulders.

“Are you nervous to stand out?” He ran his hands up down your shoulders, smoothing out the leather. You had forgotten to breath, and choked in a breath. “You shine. Even with my grace as low as it is, your soul is so bright. Whether you wear flannel, or a sequined gown, you can never hide.”

His golden hair partly fell around his face, “So, is this the outfit?”

Still unable to speak, you did the only thing you could do and raised your hand slowly and stuck your thumb out, giving him the most awkward thumbs up know to man.

“I’ll see you at the register.” When he winked and walked out, you caught sight of your reflection. As if your head was a cherry bomb that had been lit, you were mortified to see the expression plastered on your face. Needing to take deep breaths, you still felt shaky.

Not bothering to try on anything else, you grabbed the clothes that fit and walked out with an air of confidence you didn’t think you had before.

Within ten minutes you had loaded the bags into the car, you two hit the road back to the bunker, only Gabriel was behind the wheel. He didn’t try to fill it with small talk. He kept a sucker in his mouth the whole way, while looking deep in thought, sneaking glances at you every once in a while.

There was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before. Do you make a move? Do you let him make a move? Do you just try to shove all these feelings back down and lock them up tight again? They have never been this close to the surface, and you didn’t like it. You should feel more numb than this. You can’t get attached to a being that was never going to die.

Part III

You sat alone on a chair, watching your friends sloppily sing old rock songs on the karaoke machine. Thinking back to Cas’ speech, you laughed a bit. He most certainly wasn’t human. ‘ I’d like to make a toast. Though, I’m unsure of why you celebrate each year, I know it is customary. We very rarely take the opportunity to celebrate life when so often we are burying people.’ He took a moment and cleared his throat, ‘Happy Birthday Allie. We wish you many more.’

Boy, if that wasn’t true, but what resonated was Gabriel piping up, “To thirty, flirty and thriving!”

And your friends and fellow hunters raised their glasses and cheered to you with a “Here, here” you knew that one, above others treasured you.

You never would have imagined that a former demi-god trickster, graceless archangel, would be the one give you one of the best birthdays. His friendship, or whatever this was bestowed a gratefulness upon yourself that you have even lived this long.

Popping up and stirring you from your thoughts, Gabriel appeared and the room blurred around him. He was your sole focus and a rare, honest smile crossed his face. “ Wanna get out of here?”

Following him down the dim corridor, you were only a few steps behind him. His head cocking back to check on you, every few steps until he reached his hand back for you to grab. His hands were small, uncalloused and warm verse yours. They were thick and fit yours perfectly.

He was leading you to the roof and when he opened the door, the cool air felt like a second wind you didn’t know you needed. It grounded you- Forcing you to stand to your full height.

Gabriel stepping from side to side. His eyes flicking between you and his surprise. Your eyes finding the blanket laid out, pillows surrounding it, illuminated by the lights he had strung around the ground. Such a romantic gesture, one you couldn’t believe. It was so beautiful, how the glares of light sparkled against the blankets and pillows, the shadows making the pillows look like a deep plush place you just needed to lay.

This moment, you scored into your memory.

He had done this for you.

His eyes wide, rocking back to forth on the balls of his feet, clutching your hand, the tension rolling off of him awaiting your response.

Throwing yourself against him, you pulled him down and kissed him. He didn't pull away just moved his lips against yours without hesitation but then he pulled back. The crinkles of his eyes turned up ever so sweetly as he gave you a small smile, “I had a whole speech you know.”

“You did?”

Nuzzling his cold nose against yours, “But you beat me to the ending.”

Pulling you closely against him, he leaned down and kissed you again and your whole body melted into him. So grateful he had such a good grip on you, because you thought your knees were going to give out, because with each brush of your lips, you felt more and more like one being.

#allieturns30 #gabriel x allie #gabriel #fic #idabbleincrazy #whiskey angel

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Hypotheticals (maxwell x mc)

summary: yo guys…… idk how this happened but here it is, a fuckton of words about how Riley/MC wants to jump Maxwell in his own bed and then sort of does whoops WHAAAT anyway.

word count: 2700+

warning: it is long and it will make u sad

Riley grips the sides of the marble bathroom sink, the cold seeping through her fingers as she stares down her own face in the mirror. No amount of deep breaths in the guest suite had dulled the cacophony of the party beneath her, and she’s not about to splash water on her makeup. Not at this party.

Her party.

(Well, the Beaumont party, technically, but at this point she’s basically a part of the house now and the whole freaking country knows her as part of the house now and so, by proxy, it’s also her party. Which she currently isn’t attending, due to the clusterfuck her life has become.)

It hadn’t been all that bad when it was just her and Maxwell setting up, waiting for everyone to arrive, making jokes about Bertrand behind his back and eating the cream puffs straight out of the catering trays. She can sit and talk with Maxwell for hours—that’s not the problem; the problem is the people she’s supposed to be talking to instead.

She sighs, smoothing down the frizzy bits of her hair (in vain), shooting one last wavering glance at her godforsaken blue dress—and, honestly, if they could afford the sheer amount of ice sculptures she’s seen today, Bertrand could have at least sprung for a new dress.

She hasn’t even been downstairs a minute when she hears him call her name, eyes alight and arm slung around her shoulder before she can even answer back. “Riley!”

Maxwell hasn’t been this excited since the day she said she would come to Cordonia. She manages a weak smile as he turns to face her. “Hey.”

“Where’ve you been? It hasn’t been any fun without you.”

“Um, upstairs,” she tilts her head back toward the staircase. “Freshening up.”

He pulls his arm back and hands her a glass of champagne from a nearby tray. She takes it gratefully, downing the drink before she loses her courage. He looks at her empty glass, then back to her face. She tries to smile again, but judging from the way he looks pointedly at her afterwards, it doesn’t go over well.

“Do you… want another one?” He says slowly, “Or there’s like, the chocolate fountain—which I still can’t believe Bertrand said yes to—but chocolate’s supposed to be a mood booster.”

Riley lets out a frustrated sigh.

“…y’know, because you need your mood boosted?” Maxwell says.

“Only if you go with me,” Riley says, “Because honestly, you’re about the only person I want to see right now. It’s been quite the week.”

Before she can really elaborate, she spots a familiar Prince out of the corner of her eye. And god damn it, where he goes, there must be…

There it is. An even more familiar denim shirt.

“Oh fuck, it’s Drake,” Riley says, at the exact same time Maxwell exclaims, “Hey, it’s Liam!”

They both turn to look at each other. Maxwell raises his eyebrows.

“Look,” Riley says, lowering her voice, “Um, I need to talk to you about some stuff, okay? But you can’t let Drake talk to me, and I can’t see Liam right now, I just can’t—“

Maxwell looks like he’s about to say something in response, but then his expression is gone as swiftly as it’s come, and he announces loudly, “OH HEY DRAKE AND LIAM. FANCY SEEING YOU HERE AT THIS PARTY THAT’S FOR LIAM.”

Riley turns around and there they are, the two men she least wants to see right now, one a shining beacon of her insecurities and the other a dark cloud over her future. Liam looks positively glowing, probably because of their conversation the night prior in which she was fairly certain he had proposed to her which was fucking great considering the other late night confession of the friend he would probably want as their best man.

“It’s good to see you, Lady Riley,” he says, bowing a little. Drake doesn’t say anything. Riley wants to die.

She grabs Maxwell’s arm pleadingly, struggling for words. “Um, it’s so good to see you too! Welcome to the party! Can’t wait for the coronation and… like, there’s gonna be a Queen, so…”

“Have you tried the chocolate fountain?” Maxwell interrupts, pointing with his free arm. “Riley and I were just talking about how we’d like to, but the line is just ridiculous and hey, you know what I bet a Prince could cut the line I bet you could totally get us some chocolate covered fruit hey like what about some pineapple?”

Liam looks a little taken aback, but his composure doesn’t waver. “Oh, well of course. I’d be happy to get you guys some.” He glances over to Drake. “You interested?”

“Utterly,” Drake deadpans, pointedly not looking at Riley.

“Pineapple, right?” Liam smiles. Riley nods, and Maxwell echoes, “Pineapple.”

As Liam and Drake walk away, Maxwell lowers his voice. “There’s no pineapple; I forgot to order it.”

“Thank you,” Riley whispers back. “Where can we hide?”

“Follow me,” Maxwell says, ducking out of the room and behind the stairs. Riley hurries after him, careful not to be seen by Liam or Drake or—worse—any of the other girls. The last thing she needs is Olivia telling someone where she can be found.

They head off through the halls until finally Maxwell opens a door and ushers her in, pointing towards an armchair in the corner. “If you want to sit down, there’s—“

Riley beelines for the bed and flings herself onto it, facedown in the blankets.

“Oh,” she hears Maxwell say. “It’s that kind of situation.”

Riley turns her head wearily. She can see him leaning against the doorway, watching her with equal parts curiosity and confusion. She almost doesn’t want to tell him then: what an absolute mess she’s made of his opportunity to prove his family name, what an absolute mess she’s made of her opportunity to love someone.

“I think Liam wants to marry me,” she says, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ornate carved ceilings of the room.

“And that’s… a bad thing?”

“Well, no. I don’t know.” She groans, covering her eyes with an arm. “Because… um, there was this thing with Drake.”

“You didn’t—”

Riley sits up. “I didn’t sleep with Drake!”

Maxwell holds up his hands in defense. “Okay, well I was gonna say ‘kiss,’ but clearly that escalated.” He clicks the lock on the door behind him and crosses the room to sit next to her, their legs hanging off the edge of the bed. She crumples against his shoulder.

“Anyway, so I’ve ruined everything I guess,” Riley says into his shirt. “Because Liam is too noble to marry the girl his best friend wants, and Drake is too stubborn to let go of any of this, so of course Liam will find out, and then you’ll just be poor and I’ll just be a waitress and both of them will be heartbroken.”

Maxwell bites his lip. “Okay, well. We can fix this. You’re not in love with Drake, are you?”

Riley shakes her head slowly.

“You… you are in love with Liam, right?”

She sighs.

Maxwell turns abruptly, and she’s forced to pull back and look him in the eyes. She bites her lip as he surveys her warily. “Riley?”

“Look, I don’t—“ She covers her face with her hands and lets out an angry sound. “I don’t know! This is a lot for me, okay? Liam, he’s… well, you know how he is. He’s perfect. He cares about everyone. And then Drake is an absolute idiot and I loathe him, but he just… it was different last night, like this different part of him.”

Maxwell looks down at the floor. “He should know better, though.”

“Yeah, well. I might not love either of them. So I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“You matter,” Maxwell says quietly. “So.”

“Thanks, Max.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and then Riley says, “You don’t have to deal with my shit if you don’t want. They’ll probably miss you, at the party.”

“Yeah.” Maxwell doesn’t seem to make any effort towards moving. Riley glances around.

“Where are we, anyway?”

Maxwell’s knee brushes hers as he turns slightly, looking over at her. “My room.”

“Oh.” She doesn’t know why this knowledge makes her feel different. Her eyes scan the surroundings, touching now on the little pieces of Maxwell that decorate the place: photographs on the walls, décor chosen with a distinctly unique disregard for taste, an unexplainable trophy in the shape of a llama. She makes a mental note to ask him about that later.

“Sorry about Drake,” Maxwell says, drawing her gaze back to him. “It’s pretty lame of him to expect you to reciprocate that.”

“Right? Especially in a room where the door doesn’t lock, because then anyone could just—“ she waves a hand, “you know, just walk right in and see.”

Maxwell gives her a quizzical look. “Your door doesn’t lock?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.” He looks back down at his feet. “Mine does.”

“Must be nice,” she grins. “No one to barge in on you hooking up with all of Liam’s suitors right?”

“Oh totally.” She can see him smiling too. “You know me, hitting on the future King’s betrothed every chance I get!”

“Imagine the scandal!”

“Good thing I’m not Drake.” He leans back on his hands. “Wouldn’t want to be in that position.”

“Right? In love with someone who can’t return the feelings, just because of their bizarre status in relation to a prince?”

“Must be horrible.”

“And tragic.”

Riley can still hear the faint sounds of the party filtering in, but not so much as before.

Or maybe she doesn’t care about them as much now.

“We should go back,” Maxwell says, almost as if he knows what she’s thinking. “I bet Liam is worried about you. And the pineapple.”

“I don’t know about me, but definitely the pineapple.” She doesn’t move, but then, neither does he. “I wonder if Drake has said anything to him. About what happened.”

Maxwell shakes his head. “He’s an idiot, but he’s not that much of an idiot.”

Riley shrugs, swinging her feet back against the bedframe. “It’s whatever. I mean, I’m in this competition now.”

“Mhmm.” Maxwell glances absently toward the door. “Wouldn’t be right for someone to get involved with one of Liam’s suitors.”

“Yeah,” Riley keeps swinging her feet. “And the suitors are representing the nation. So it would be super inappropriate for one of them to get involved with one of Liam’s friends.”

“Super inappropriate,” Maxwell echoes.

“Regardless of the friend.”

“Regardless.”

She leans back now too, level with him. “Even if it was, like, the only thing that suitor had thought about for months.”

His eyes come back to hers. “Oh, especially then. Because what if they started and they couldn’t stop?”

“Exactly. And what if they kissed? How would they tell Liam?”

“Well, they couldn’t. That’s why it would be the worst idea ever.”

“The worst idea ever.”

“Just unfathomable.”

“It’s a good thing neither of us are in that situation.”

“The best thing.”

Their hands are so close she can almost feel the warmth of his skin. Suddenly, it has become an enormous effort to breathe.

“Well, glad that’s settled,” Maxwell says, and then—honestly, she doesn’t know who moved first, but his hand is in her hair and her mouth is on his mouth and she forgets to prop herself up so they both tumble backward a little and then she’s on top of him and oh god, oh god, what is she doing.

But his lips are real and heavy against hers and she is kissing him back so deeply that when she bites down a little she can sense the tremor that goes through him like it’s part of her, too.

Do not fuck this up, she thinks to herself, hands trailing down his collarbone, fiddling with buttons as he pulls her closer. The prince wants to marry you, she thinks, as she straddles him and he sits up and she pulls off the sleeves of his shirt while he kisses his way down her throat. I wish Drake had walked in on this, she thinks, and she sucks in a breath as his hands find their way around her back to the pull of her dress.

Maxwell sits back and looks at her. “Your dress is stuck.”

“What? Oh, good grief.” She reaches back and tugs at the zipper. “Fuck this dress. Hold on.” She sits up on her knees and pulls the dress up over her head, letting out a tiny shriek when she feels it catch on her hair.

“Max, help,” she whines, her vision sheathed in blue fabric. She can hear him laughing, hear him saying, “Okay, give me a sec,” and then she shivers when his fingers brush her bare skin.

When they manage to shake her head free, she blinks and sees him smiling at her, his hair messy and cheeks slightly red. Because of her. She wants to die again, but this time, it’s for all the best reasons. She reaches out and pulls him to her, the heat of his mouth pressing in against hers until she feels so warm she could melt.

“I think we ripped your dress,” he murmurs against her lips, and she says back, “Thank god, I hated that dress,” and he laughs and cups her face in his hands, pulling back to look at her.

“Don’t you need it for the party?”

She presses her forehead to his. “Do you really plan on going back to the party?”

He kisses her again, and she tightens her arms around his shoulders and pulls him up against her, her legs wrapped around his back.

“This is so inappropriate,” she says, out of breath.

“Worst suitor ever.”

“Take your pants off.”

Maxwell raises an eyebrow. “Wow, okay.”

“Look,” Riley kisses his temple. “Do you think I’m gonna get a chance to do this again? This is all so messed up. You’re you, and I’m me, and Liam is a prince, and Bertrand is—“

“God,” Maxwell makes a face. “Do not bring up Bertrand right now, I’ll do anything. I’ll take off my pants.”

She grins and runs her hands down his chest, stopping at his belt buckle until he pulls her back in to kiss her again, mouth open and breath hot.

“Riley,” he says, as she tangles her fingers in his hair again, “Look, I—“

The knock at the door is so loud she jumps, and then they stare at each other, wide-eyed.

“Maxwell, are you in there?”

“It’s Bertrand,” Maxwell bites his lip. “You said his name and summoned him.”

“How was I supposed to know he’s Bloody Mary?”

“Hello? Maxwell?” The knocking becomes more insistent. “Have you seen Lady Riley? Liam is looking for her, this could be a good opportunity to gain some favor!”

“Yeah, um, be out in a second!” Maxwell calls, looking sheepishly at Riley. “I’m changing!”

“You always wear the same shirt, what could you possibly be changing into?” Bertrand yells back. She can hear him grumbling faintly as his footsteps echo down the hallway.

“I always wear the same dress,” Riley whispers.

“Yeah, not anymore.” Maxwell casts a glance over at the blue thing, which has truly seen its last hurrah. “Come on, let’s figure out something for you to wear and get out there before he gets more suspicious.”

“Okay.” Riley crawls backwards, sliding off the bed and back to the ground. She turns back to look at Maxwell, still rumpled and disheveled looking. He’s the cutest, and she wants to jump him all over again. “It would have been super inappropriate if one of Liam’s friends took his pants off in front of one of the suitors. Imagine the headlines.”

He tilts his head and smiles at her. “Super inappropriate.”

“Yeah,” her smile falters. “Good thing none of the suitors are in love with their sponsor. That would be the worst.”

Maxwell’s face falls. “Yeah, good thing none of the sponsors are in love with a suitor.”

“The worst,” she whispers.

He stands up and takes her hand, and she looks at him and hopes he knows exactly how sorry she is and exactly how sorry she’s not.

“Let’s go find some pineapple, okay?” he says.

“Okay,” she answers.

#the royal romance #playchoices #trr #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x mc #y'all why i type this much about maxwell this is unbelievably long #look pixel berry if MC can't fuck maxwell in his room next week..........#why we even go to his house ok #that's all #baemont #my fic

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