valzhang Childhood Enemies to Lovers 👀👀
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3 years old:
"Mommy, look!"
Leo brandished his Lego-built contraption. Esperanza smiled indulgently at him, trying to make sense of her son's multicoloured creation. "What did you build, mijo?"
Leo frowned at her like the answer to her question was obvious. "It's a flying ship!"
"Ah, I see," Esperanza said, tilting her head, trying to see the vague shape of a ship in the thing in the boy's hands.
"And it has a dragon as a ... the front part," Leo continued.
"You mean the figurehead?"
"Yeah! That one!"
Esperanza laughed. "Oh, bebito. So creative. You'll do great things one day."
Leo looked up at his mother with large eyes. "Like you do?"
She smiled gently. "Even better than anything I can ever do."
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She dropped him off at the playschool, much to the boy's annoyance. He walked in and sat down in a corner, fiddling with some wind-up toy he'd found.
"Can I have that?" a small voice asked.
Leo looked up. He saw a taller, chubby Asian boy squinting at him. Leo squinted right back. "No. I'm still playing with it."
"But you've had it for ages!" the other boy protested, getting angry the way only a three-year-old denied what he wants can.
"Not true!" cried Leo, getting angry as well. He instantly disliked this boy.
"Hey hey hey, what's the racket? Frank, c'mere," called a teacher. The boy—Frank—reluctantly made his way back to her, but Leo could see in his face that he hadn't made a friend.
Oh, well. His loss. Leo could live without annoying presences in his life. He was only three. He didn't need that sort of stress.
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7 years old:
A new school year. Leo missed his old school, but a prank gone wrong had seen him expelled. Now he's in some new school he already hates. With not a single familiar face.
He walked to his locker. All around him, people who already knew each other talked and yelled and laughed. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them, he saw a boy attempting to open the locker next to him. The boy was tall and well-built, a bit on the chubby side, with buzz-cut hair and Asian features. Leo thought he was beautiful.
Then he recognised him. Now grown, the boy from his old playschool was his schoolmate.
Frank. Frank Zhang.
Leo didn't still hold a grudge over the fact Frank had wanted his wind-up toy. But some sort of resentment still bubbled within him. He'd been his childhood nemesis. He needed a nemesis to spur him on.
It was as if he'd grown so used to resenting him that he didn't have the energy to feel anything else towards him.
Such was the brain of a seven-year-old.
Frank noticed him staring. And he seemed to recognize Leo, too. But, unlike Leo, Frank tried his hand at niceness.
"You new here?" he asked, still fumbling with his locker.
"Mhm," Leo hummed, eyeing Frank's hand on the lock.
"Cool. I'm Frank."
"Leo."
"Did we ... forgive me if I'm wrong, but have we met before?"
"I don't know."
"Playschool maybe?"
"Possibly."
Frank narrowed his eyes at Leo's dry responses. He gave up and resumed battling his locker.
Leo rolled his eyes and sighed. He reached over and helped him with the key.
Frank looked at him sheepishly. "Thanks."
Leo shut his own locker. "Don't mention it."
No matter how beautiful he was, he still didn't like him.
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13 years old:
Leo sat down. The school canteen was full of bustling students. Leo still hadn't integrated with too many kids, despite it being his sixth year here. He had a handful of friends, but they weren't here today. The biology students had some field trip or other, and all of them had chosen biology but Leo. So he sat alone at the table, picking at his mac'n'cheese.
He heard a familiar chatter of voices behind him. Hazel Levesque, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Lavinia Asimov and Frank Zhang.
He turned. He caught Hazel's eye and winked. He'd always thought she was cute. There was no getting anywhere close to her though. She and Zhang were a couple, and proudly so. Leo had absolutely no chance with her.
Not that he'd stand a chance if she were single, either.
Then Leo caught Frank's eye. The Asian was as beautiful as ever, not that Leo would ever admit that aloud. Plus, he still didn't like him.
He really didn't.
Zhang was rich, which automatically made Leo dislike him. Then again, his best friend from his old school was Piper McLean, daughter of the rich and famous Hollywood star Tristan McLean ...
But Piper was Piper. He liked Piper.
Plus, Zhang still had his mom, despite her being in the army. Leo would never wish the pain he'd felt at his mom's passing when he was eight on anyone else, but it was a bit of a slap in the face, seeing Zhang, whose mother had such a dangerous job, and still had her, when he'd lost his own in a warehouse fire he'd started.
It was a dumb train of thought. But he still felt the sting of it anyways.
Leo looked away and made eye-contact with Reyna, who immediately scowled at him. Leo smiled winningly at her. Her scowl softened.
Lavinia waved at him. Leo waved back. Then he went back to his food.
He felt a hand on his back. Hazel.
"Are you just gonna stay here alone?" she asked, golden eyes gleaming.
"Well, yeah." Leo shrugged.
"That's not fair. Come sit with us!" Hazel insisted, and didn't relent till Leo was sat wedged between her and Reyna, who munched on her mashed potatoes in silence. She seemed reluctant to even breathe Leo's way.
Which was fine. Leo knew Reyna was like that.
Lavinia talked nonstop, about her ballerina father, her tap-dancing lessons, how she wanted to dye her hair pink.
"You should dye your eyebrows too while you're at it," Leo said through a mouth full of mac'n'cheese.
Lavinia's eyes lit up with delight. Hazel's lit up in alarm.
"Oh no. Oh no you don't. Valdez, why?!" she cried while Lavinia laughed. Leo was laughing, too.
"I'd pay good money to see Vinnie dye her eyebrows pink," Frank put in, "or at least, try to."
"Hey!" Lavinia protested, still laughing. Hazel elbowed her boyfriend, who laughed along with the rest of them.
As they left the canteen, Frank walked alongside Leo. Frank seemed to want to say something but remained silent, which infuriated Leo.
"If you wanna say something just say it," he said, sounding more snappish than he'd intended to sound.
Frank looked taken aback. "No, I just ... you always seem so distant. Have I ... hurt you, in some way? Did I say something? I'm sorry if I did."
Leo stared. Sorry, it's just a one-sided rivalry because you live a better life than I do, it's not you, you're quite nice, but I'd rather hate you and villanize you in my head to make myself feel better than actually try to get to know you and realize I was wrong about you all along. That was the truth. But of course he didn't say that.
Instead, he said, "No, you didn't do anything."
"Then ..." Frank was still staring at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. They looked like smoky quartz. Beautiful.
"Then, what?" Leo said, not even looking at him.
"What's your deal?" Frank burst out, cheeks reddening. "I know we're not exactly friends, but that's no reason to—to hate me, the way that you seem to do!"
Leo looked at him coolly. "Maybe we're not friends because I hate you."
Frank stopped dead. He looked at Leo, hurt written all over his face and Leo just wanted to take back what he'd just said but he couldn't, he never could.
"Oh," he said in a small voice, "okay."
Then he walked away.
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17 years old:
The sky was a lovely shade of blue, the colour of forget-me-nots. It was summer, and Leo was going back to his apartment after meeting up with his old friend, Piper.
They'd spent the entire morning laughing and reminiscing, until Piper had to go. Leo walked back home, to his rented apartment in LA. The rent was quite high, but it was close to his high-school. Plus he shared with a roommate, Calypso. His ex-girlfriend.
They were still on good terms. All was good.
Cal was back home making dinner for the two of them, and Leo's mouth watered at the mere thought of her homemade chicken pie. He quickened his pace.
He wasn't looking where he was going. He walked straight into a broad-shouldered young man, who squeaked, "Sorry, sorry!"
Leo took a step back and was about to apologise when he saw who he'd bumped into.
God, why couldn't he ever shake Zhang off?
Recognition made Frank's eyes widen. "A—Are you okay?"
"'M fine," Leo said. Then, after a noticeable pause, "Are you? I rammed into you pretty hard."
"It's alright." Frank looked awkward. "I, uh. How've you been?"
Oh no, a conversation. "I'm doing well. You?"
"I'm fine. It's a really nice day today, isn't it?"
Leo eyed him suspiciously. Ever since he and Hazel had broken up, Frank had seemed more ... nervous around Leo. He was yet to discern why. "It really is. Was out all morning, the sky's as clear as it's ever been."
"True, true." This idle talk was tiring both of them. Just as Frank was about to bid him goodbye, or at least that's what it seemed like he was about to do, Leo burst out, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've been a real immature asshole, and you've constantly been at the receiving end of my assholeness. And I'm so sorry for that."
Frank looked surprised. "Oh. Uh. It's not like I've done anything to remedy our barely-there friendship, so ..."
"But I started it! I was so jealous of you, you seemed fo have everything. Money, a big house, friends, a mom. And I thought, I'd resented him as a dumb three-year-old, maybe that doesn't have to change, maybe—maybe I could just hate him and have it be justified because he has so much more than I do. But hate can never be justified, can it? Even if you had it better than I did. But over the past year, and it's embarrassing that it took me so long to come to terms with it, but over the past year I thought, having a mother in the army can't be easy. Being Chinese in a very racist country can't be easy. Nothing was easy for you, but I was too caught up in my own head to see that. I needed someone to bring down, so that I could feel better about myself, and for some godforsaken reason you ended up being that person. You didn't have to be, you didn't deserve to be. No one does. So I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I've wanted to say that for a while now."
Frank just smiled. "I'm sorry, too. And, for what it's worth, I'm sorry about your mom. When my mom died last year, it felt as if the world was ending."
Leo stared. "Your mom ... died?"
Frank looked away, pained. "Yeah. In Afghanistan."
"I—I'm s—"
"Don't say that accursed word again. It's unbecoming of the loud and crazy and unapologetic Leo Valdez I know." He smiled again. "But then again, I don't really know you, do I?"
Leo made up his mind right there and then. "We'll fix that. We'll fix everything."
Frank was still smiling. "Okay."
~❃~
23 years old:
"FRAAANK!"
"I'M COMING!"
"That's what he said!" Leo called with a laugh.
"Oh, shut up," Frank muttered, entering the kitchen and walking to the stove, where Leo was making pancakes.
Leo planted a kiss on his boyfriend's jawline. "Breakfast is almost ready."
"Yum," Frank murmured sleepily, burying his face in the crook of Leo's neck. The latter smiled. Pure, unbridled joy swept through him like a tidal wave. The way it's always been since he and Frank first got together.
And even before that. Back when they were just friends.
All the pain of having him as his nemesis, translated into all this happiness of having him as his love.
An enemies-to-lovers type of story. Leo honestly hated that trope in books and movies. It always seemed so ... unrealistic. But then he understood. He'd resented Frank for being everything he could never be, but only because he couldn't see the truth of who he was. Who they both were.
For behind every smile and frown is a story. Leo hadn't known Frank's, so every easy smile meant utter idyll to Leo, and he hated him for it.
Then he grew, and saw the immaturity of his errors. Now, grown some more, he's grateful for the fruit of his labours.
Frank kissed his neck. "'M hungry."
"They're almost done," Leo repeated. "Patience!"
"But it's too early for patience," Frank retorted. Leo laughed.
"I love you, you know," he told him.
"I know," Frank said, and that was the beauty of it. He knew. He didn't doubt it. "And you know I love you, too."
"Yeah," Leo said softly, "I know."
He didn't doubt it, either.
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well, this is complete and utter crap. but im too attached to it to delete it. oh well. 😕
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hi, i love the blog! I was wondering if you could help me with my fc research? i'm mostly looking for fcs with brightly colored hair - pink, green, blue, orange, white, it doesn't matter as long as it is clearly artificial. thank u in advance ♥
White/Platinum:
Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani - in Sound of Metal.
Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - The Umbrella Academy.
Lee Hong Ki (1990) Korean - in A Korean Odyssey.
Lali Espósito (1991) Argentinian - Sky Rojo.
Jade Cargill (1992) African-American.
Jacob Artist (1992) African-American / Polish - in New Apocalypse.
Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American / Korean - in Uncharted and Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.
Aquinas / Kang Min-soo (2000) Korean - is bisexual.
Pink:
Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic - in I May Destroy You.
Jacob Tobia (1991) Syrian - is non-binary and uses they/them.
Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American / African-American, Puerto Rican - in Tick Tick... Boom.
Megan Jayne Crabbe (1994) Afro-Jamaican and White - is queer.
Florence Rose (1997)
Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese - in Titans.
Sonia Ben Ammar (1999) Amazigh, Corsican / Polish - in Scream.
Gemma Chua-Tran (?) Unspecified Asian - in Heartbreak High - uses they/she.
Green:
Ashton Sanders (1995) African-American - in Native Son.
Red:
Aslıhan Güner (1987) Turkish.
Beanie Feldstein (1993) Ashkenazi Jewish - in Build a Girl - is openly dating a woman but doesn't want to label her sexuality.
Jung Da Eun (1994) Korean - in L.U.C.A.: The Beginning.
Monique Kim (?) Korean - is queer.
Blue:
Julio Torres (1987) Salvadoran - Los Espookys - is gay.
Jade Hassouné (1991) Lebanese - is queer.
Jessica Henwick (1992) Chinese Singaporean / English - in The Matrix: Resurrections.
Ilona Verley (1995) Nlaka’pamux - two-spirit and genderfluid and uses they/she.
Rish Shah (1995) Indian - in Do Revenge.
Ian Alexander (2001) Vietnamese / White - in Star Trek: Discovery.
Multicoloured:
Naomi Watanabe (1987) Japanese / Taiwanese.
Thanaerng Kanyawee Songmuang (1996) Thai-Chinese - in My Ambulance.
Kaiit (1997) Papuan / Gunditjmara, Torres Strait Islander - non-binary (she/he/they).
Ayumi Roux (2001) Japanese / French - in Skam France.
Anna Lambe (2000) Inuit - in Trickster.
Please let me know if you want more specific suggestions!
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