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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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Invisible String

Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: You and Spencer Reid don’t know it, but you’ve almost met quite a few times. What happens when you do?

A/N: This is potentially a bit on the wrong side of the cheesy line, but I was listening to invisible string by Taylor Swift and couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Pls bare in mind I’m from the UK and my only understanding of the US college system is from Google searches, so pls be forgiving of any misunderstandings about that.

November 6th, 2007

Dr. Spencer Reid. As you sat, thumbing through the article he’d written about the formation of ionic compounds in a chemical whose name you could not for the life of you spell or pronounce, you couldn’t help but resent the man.

Sure, the paper was very well-written and as cohesive as possible given the complex subject matter. But Dr. Spencer Reid, whoever he was, was the current source of your resentment at selecting chemistry to make up your science credit. Highlighting the name of a substance you’d have to look up later, you sighed. It was getting late but you had to hand in a critical summary of the paper on Friday.

It didn’t help that Dr. Reid was: a) a triple doctorate holder by the age of 22, or b) that your chemistry lecturer was none other than his old chemistry lecturer from Caltech and practically glowed with pride whenever he got to bring him up.

You chew on the end of your pen, having now distracted yourself from the notes. Not that you were particularly focused anyway.

In another life, maybe you’d have been a budding chemist who could describe an ionic lattice off rote. In this one, however, you’d just have to settle for slogging through the list of chemical processes and hoping you understood it well enough to please Dr. Reid’s biggest fan.

***

April 16th, 2008

Spencer hated flaking on commitments. It caused him a great deal of anxiety, the feeling of disappointing someone. He didn’t have much choice in this circumstance though.

Diana had taken ill over the last weekend. Nothing serious, some stomach bug or other. She’d become severely dehydated though, and had been hospitalised as a precautionary measure. Truth be told, he might not have gone if she hadn’t caught him on the phone. He was already feeling guilty for not having visited since Christmas. He wrote her letters everyday, yet still felt like he was neglecting his duties as a son. Rubbing his hands over his face, he lets out a deep sigh. Then takes out his laptop, to send another email.

Dear. Dr Abraham

I sincerely apologise again for my last minute cancellation. Excluding any unforeseen circumstances, myself and SSA Hotchner will be available to present the lecture on May 12th.

Yours sincerely,

Dr. Spencer Reid.

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May 12th, 2008

Considering this was your third year on campus, you sure were bad at finding your way around. In your defence, they were doing maintenance in one of the main buildings, meaning that lectures got shuffled around and relocated. You probably had a higher change of attending the right lecture by accident than on purpose.

It doesn’t help that you’re running a little late this morning. You rush into Room 203. A lot of the seats are taken, you have to meander your way past quite a few people until you end up sat almost directly in the middle. Only moments before the lecture starts.

“I’m SSA Hotchner, and this is SSA Reid. We’re members of the BAU which is based at FBI quarters in Quantico. Today, we’ll be talking to you about profiling.”

This is not your forensic linguistics lecture.

Panic hits you, hot in your gut. Scanning the room anxiously, you suddenly become conscious that you’re drawing attention to yourself when you feel the eyes of the man who is not SSA Hotchner on you. Fuck.

There’s no way for you to escape now, not without disturbing half the lecture hall.

So you sit back in your seat, resigning yourself to sit awkwardly in the lecture you’re not supposed to be in and hoping nobody notices.

But then, it’s really interesting, actually. The work that Dr. Reid does sounds similar to work you’ve done in forensic linguistics, analysing patterns of speech and minor phrase formations that can give things away about the perpetrator. By the end of the seminar, you’re sat leaning forward. Enraptured by almost every word coming out of their mouths.

It seems to be the general mood: everyone is enamoured. People are clammering to speak to them at the end. After a brief inner battle, myou decide that you should talk to them too.

What’s the harm?

You’ve decided that you’ll speak to Dr. Reid, since he seems to share more of a field focus. However, as you’re heading down, you spot him. Dr Adams, your chemistry lecturer from last year. Oh shit, it’s that Dr. Reid.

Speaking to SSA Hotchner will just have to do instead.

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“I’ve been majoring in forensic linguistics and criminal psychology,” You tell him, “Do you think ... I mean, I know it’s a pretty exclusive team to get on to. But is that the kind of thing that could maybe get me there one day?”

Hotchner nods, “Forensic linguistics is something that comes in very useful in the investigative aspects of cases. The FBI is always looking for new angles and perspectives, those are both good subjects to study if you were thinking of signing up to the academy.”

"Thank you, Agent Hotchner,” You say, suddenly a little bashful as you notice the queue of people lingering behind you, “That was a really interesting lecture. It’s definitely something I’ll think about.”

“You should talk to Dr. Reid if you have a particular interest in the linguistic aspect of profiling. He’s more specialised in that area than I am. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to discuss any research you’re conducting at the moment and suggest materials that might be helpful in furthering your understanding of the area.”

“Thank you,” You smile, and he nods at you again.

Stepping away from Agent Hotchner, you look to your right. Dr. Reid is still engaged deeply in conversation with Dr. Adams. You glance at your watch. There was time before your next class, you supposed, so you could wait. It couldn’t hurt to find out more, could it? It wasn‘t like you were getting your hopes up or anything.

It’s then that you feel a pair of arms around your waist, a familiar scent of cologne.

“Hey!” You whip around to see your boyfriend, grinning widely.

“Hey,” You reply, “How’d you find me?”

“I was walking past when I saw you talking to that FBI agent. Seriously, FBI?” He asks, with a disapproving quirk of his eyebrow, “You want to grab a coffee before Psych?”

You want to say no. But he’s got his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the room before you even get a chance to reply. You glance back over your shoulder, making eye contact with Dr. Reid for all of two seconds before you’re swept away.

“Seriously though babe, FBI?”

Unsurpisingly, you don’t mention your potential change in career path to him.

***

March 8th, 2009

“Come in,” Hotch calls. He looks up from the paperwork on his desk to see Spencer entering the room, clutching a report in his hand.

“That last case we were on. I was doing some more research, just for future reference about linguistic patterns. Have you read this?” He asks, sliding a copy of your paper across the desk.

Hotch gives it a cursary look over, nodding, “Yes. It’s interesting. She’s signed up as an NAT. I believe I actually spoke to her at one of our lectures last year.”

"Her work is really impressive for somebody whose only studied this at a master level.”

Hotch almost smiles, “Yes. That’s exactly why I’ve recommended to the bureau that she signs up for profiling classes. Her work shows a lot of promise. They’re sending over a copy of her completed thesis, if you’d like to read it.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, thank you,” Spencer says, struggling to conceal the smile playing on the corner of his lips.

“I’ll email it to you as soon as I receive it.”

Spencer nods, smiling properly to himself as he leaves the room. It wasn’t unusual, exactly, for him to share new research that was relevant to cases. It was important that they all kept themselves fresh and acquainted with new theories about the field. Hotch, however, didn’t miss the excited way Spencer had presented it to him. Talking about how impressive you were, as if to subtly hint. He thinks it’s quite typical, actually, that Spencer could take such an interest in someone he only knew via an essay.

Although Spencer’s response does get Hotch to send a follow-up email, inquiring about whether you’d agreed to the classes. If Spencer was this impressed with your work, it must be good.

***

June 1st, 2009

The Metro that morning is packed. It doesn’t help that you’ve not been living here long, and don’t exactly know the route from your flat to the station off by heart yet.

You'd also had to make a detour to the post office. Your, firmly ex, boyfriend had mailed over the last of your things. Really, it was good riddance. His hounding you about your choice in job had only worsened. The relationship had been hanging on by a thread long before you’d moved away last month. You were more than a little grateful that it was finally over, that you could draw a line under it all and focus on your career.

Unfortunately, that hadn’t stopped you having a little cry to yourself on the way over.

Rushing, you make it onto the Metro just as the doors are about to close, falling against the railing on the left side. You grip onto it for dear life.

On the other side of the carriage, Spencer notices someone hurrying for the train. He had been buried deep in the paper he's reading, but the bustle had pulled his attention. Your back is to him, and there’s a scarf at your feet. He wants to say something, to try and get your attention, but he can’t from where he is.

“Miss, I think you’ve dropped something,” The woman you’re standing in front of says, gesturing to the scarf pooled at your feet.

You meet her eyes, sniffling slightly, “Thank you.”

Spencer watches as you pick it up, back still to him. Crisis averted, he turns his attention back to what he's reading: the published copy of your thesis Hotch had emailed him last week.

***

September 2nd, 2009

"This is SSA ____, the newest member of our team. She’s recently graduated from the academy and has an excellent knowledge of linguistics that the bureau feels will be a great advantage to this team. She’s had her induction and now will be joining the team on a probationary basis. She’ll be spending a little time with each of you in between cases to make sure she forms well-rounded knowledge of all aspects of what we do.”

It’s a little overwhelming, having everybody’s eyes on you.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Emily is the first over, offering her hand for you to shake.

“You too, it’s really nice to meet all of you,” You say, shaking hands in turn with her, Morgan, Rossi, J.J, and Garcia.

“Hi,” Spencer calls from behind you.

You turn around to face him. You remember what Hotch had mentioned to you about him being a bit of a germaphobe, so you keep your hand by your side.

“Hi,” You say, “Dr. Reid, right?”

“You can call me Spencer,” He says, a little bashful, “I read your thesis, the study about you did about the construction of passive clauses as an indicator of guilt in adolescent offenders. It was fascinating.”

You feel yourself getting a little warm under his gaze, “Thank you. I'm surprised you’re even aware it existed.”

Hotch interrupts then, “Reid, do you want to sit with ____ while she goes over the case file? It’d be useful if you could go over how you’d go about constructing a linguistic profile.”

That’s how you end up spending much of your first day: with Spencer, huddled up over case files as he explains his profile-building process to you. Spencer’s an incredible teacher, you think. He explains his thought process without ever being condescending, leaving little gaps for you to answer.

You’re incredible, Spencer thinks. You seem to grasp exactly what he’s saying, filling in the gaps based on the clues that are actually in front of you, not letting yourself be guided too much by bias.

***

October 29th, 2009

Spencer loves everyone at the BAU. They’re all the family he never had, and he has relatively good friendships with all of them. Just, they aren’t quite the same as they are with you.

He struggles to put his finger on it, exactly. It’s a unique relationship. He shares very familial bonds with a lot of them: he and Morgan are brotherly, Rossi is fatherly, Garcia’s somewhat like an overexcited little sister.

The friendship he has with you is special. You always listen to him, even as he rambles on about inane things that anybody else would tell him to shut up about. In fact, sometimes about the exact things that they do tell him to shut up about. Just last week, he was rambling on about Star Trek when Morgan told him, not altogether unkindly, to “give it a rest, kid.”

“What was that you were saying?” You’d asked, sidling up to him, “I’ve never watched Star Trek but I thought the quote was beam me up Scotty.”

He’d looked at you, considering you for a moment, “You don’t have to-”

“I know. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know Spence. You think I’d ask for a 15 minute lecture on Star Trek if I wasn’t interested in it?”

A warm feeling flooded his chest. The look on your face was so genuine, and you’d perched on the edge of his desk as he gesticulated, getting deep into the lore and how the misconception had come about. He still didn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, until he got to the end of his spiel. And then you asked him a question. You asked him a question to make sure you understood what he was talking about. You were listening the whole time, and you genuinely cared about the point he was making.

It's then that he realises, it was hard to pinpoint because it wasn’t friendship. He likes you. Shit.

***

November 2nd, 2009

You like everybody at the BAU. They’re all quite patient with you, really, happy to walk you through how they do things. Morgan’s taught you quite a bit about the tactical side of things already, and Rossi has been working with you on your interrogation techniques. Emily’s generally just a great mentor, always happy to listen and support however she can. She’s more experienced, but still relatively new to the team too, so you feel like there’s a certain understanding between you.

However, you’d definitely be lying if you said the person you hadn’t learnt the most from, or spent the most time with, was Spencer.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the team, either. You seemed to gravitate towards one another, forever sitting side-by-side on the plane. Sharing a line of thinking that usually led to devolved rambling, and scribbling, until you came up with something coherent.

It isn’t until November 2nd that you realise you have feelings for him.

You’re sitting at your desk, filling out a case report that Emily had promised to go over with you before she left for lunch.

“Hey,” Spencer’s familiar soothing voice comes, as he sidles up to you, “I got you something.”

Looking up, you notice the coffee cup in his right hand, “You are my caffeine lifesaver.”

He hands it to you, smiling a little nervously, “It’s actually not that.”

“Oh?”

His other hand is tucked behind his back, and he pulls it foward towards you, brandishing a red sweatshirt.

“I know you uh, left your red sweater behind at the hotel on the last case. And I know it was your favourite one, and I was shopping yesterday and I saw this and...” He trails off, embarassed, “It’s not the exact same, but it’s the same kind. I just thought you might like it.”

You swallow, hard, “Spencer that’s so sweet. C-Can I hug you?”

He nods. Standing up from your desk, you wrap your arms around his frame.

“That was so thoughtful.”

He squeezes you a little, really leaning into the hug, his face pressing against your shoulder. His tousled hair tickles your nose a little and you smile, clinging onto him, relishing in the feeling of safety and warmth.

It hits you then. When you realise you don’t want to let go. When you realise he makes you feel fuzzy. Loved. Cared for in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. Eventually, you have to let him go, and it’s in a daze that you return to your desk. You’re so concentrated on your overwhelming realisation, you don’t realise how reluctant he is to let you leave his embrace.

***

December 22nd, 2009

Driving Spencer home from the office was really just an excuse to get some time alone with him. You’d said something about the Metro being busy, one of the services being cancelled. He hadn’t factchecked you on that.

The BAU had tentative plans for boxing day, with the caveat being that no emergent cases arrived in the meantime. It was only really four days you wouldn’t see him, but that was longer than you’d ever gone without seeing him in all the time you’d known him. You worked together everyday, and it was unusual for you to go a full weekend without seeing each other. Recently, you’d got into the habit of going out for Sunday brunch together.

Pulling up outside his house, you hear him sigh.

“I know it’s only four days, but I’ll miss you.”

Smiling, you turn to him, “I’ll miss you too.”

Something in you changes then. He’s looking at you. You may be relatively new to profiling but you can see something behind his eyes, feel the charge of unsaid words electrifying the air.

“Can I hug you?” He asks.

“You can always hug me,” You reply, undoing your seatbelt and opening your arms for him.

He embraces you the way he always has: tightly. Like he doesn’t want to let go, couldn’t imagine ever letting you go. His face nuzzles to the crook of your neck, and then you feel his thumb brush your chin. Tilting your head down.

You exchange a look. His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, and back. You nod your head, just slightly.

He kisses you then. Tender. You melt into one another, lips moving quickly as you drink one another in. Kissing each other breathless, your fingers intertwine in his hair and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. Nothing has ever felt so right.

***

June 10th, 2011

Neither of you have ever really believed in fate. It’s hard to - especially in your line of work - to want to interpret the workings of the universe as deliberate. Maybe you’d think a little differently though, if you knew about all the near-misses. All the times you could have met. But fate knew better. She waited until you were ready.

And as you exchange vows, promising each other your forever, you both know you couldn’t possibly deny that this was meant to be.

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kaeyas-beloved · 3 years

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Hi!

Could I please ask for IkeRev HCs for Ray, Fenrir and Luka. What are they like as Older brothers to a younger sister who’s still a teenager, 16/17 ish?

Thank you!

Ray Blackwell, Fenrir Godspeed, Luka Clemence || Ikemen Revolution

Warning(s): Slight spoilers for Fenrir's & Luka’s route (nothing major tho), maybe some OOCness since I haven't picked up IkeRev in some time - but other than that none (do tell me if I’m wrong though ^^)

Note: Hello! I’m really sorry for taking such a long time to write this (honestly I wrote and re-wrote this a handful of times and I still don't even know if they're that great...)

Still, I hope they’re good enough and that you enjoy them - thank you for requesting!

She/Her pronouns are used to address the reader/younger sister

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Older Brother to Younger, Teen Sister HCs

Ray Blackwell

Ray’s such a calm older brother in the sense that he’s both never intruding in on your personal space & gives you your freedom while still being able to know when he has to step up and protect you (even though he wants to protect you all the time)

Growing up the both of you were close (Fenrir was thrown in that mix too with how often the two boys hung out) But after Ray joined the army, steadily climbing the ranks and you stuck focusing on your studies you guys kind of drifted apart for sometime

You aren’t sure who started it but soon you found yourselves sending each other letters as a way to stay in touch (your letter more often than not having a picture of Belle tucked inside)

The little kitty loves you by the way - you’re his second favourite hooman (it’s cause you spoil him with cuddles), Ray’ll sometimes get jealous when the feline snuggles up to you because he thinks that his own cat loves you more than him

One day though you were walking home from school and passed an alleyway, faintly hearing someone baby talk to something. Curiosity got the better of you and that’s how you found your older brother, cross legged on the dirty street coddling one too many street cats

Though you do travel to that particular spot a lot now (usually as a way to procrastinate destress from school (or simply because you love cats like Ray does)) You’ll also keep them company when Ray can’t

Ray hates it when you go out late at night since anything could happen to you. It nags at the back of his mind a lot, that one day something might happen to his precious little sister and that he might not be there to save you. Old wounds and feelings resurface at the list of possibilities that come to mind.

He doesn’t want history to repeat itself, he doesn’t want to be unable to protect you from danger. So anytime that you visit headquarters and you stay late you either simply stay the night or have an escort take you home. You can choose which option you’d like but Ray’s not taking a ‘no’ as any form of an answer

Calls you dufus just because he can (but affectionately). Might also ruffle your hair and/or pat you on the shoulder

You call him an old man because he can’t stay up past 10PM (Ray’ll then make some kind of comment regarding Sirius and how he’s more of an old man, to which you both laugh until the man himself makes his presence behind you known)

Absolutely the kind of brother to move things you need off a shelf out of your reach before proceeding to walk away with a satisfied smile on his face

Also the kind of brother to tease you about any cute boys/girls/people that he catches you staring at or gushing about (but he’ll stop if you tell him seriously to stop)

Do you like books? Ray likes books. He has a lot of books. Take a book, please he has too many--

If you enjoy reading, Ray is constantly recommending you novels, letting you read them before casually asking you your opinion on certain characters or events when you’re returning it. But even if you're not an avid reader he may still hand you a book or two that he knows you'll enjoy

Like mentioned earlier, Ray is very busy with Army work and such but honestly, out of everyone in the Black Army, he’s the second best person to come to with homework (second only to Sirius). Especially with history. Like, you need the entire history of the Black Army or Cradle? He’s got you, he had to read up on it when he was on the road to becoming the King of Spades.

Really, you could just pop right into his office at anytime, ask your question and Ray will be able to answer without missing a beat before going back to whatever he was doing

You can always come to Ray for anything. Questions, complaints you name it he’ll listen to your woes/answer however he can.

You guys bond over your teacher(s) giving too much homework; Ray reminiscing when he was your age and in high school - he completely understands the struggle (it was excruciating. All the work prolonged the sweet embrace of a good night’s sleep T~T)

There’s someone who’s picking on you? Don’t worry he’ll deal with them >:)

He might not always know how he can help or comfort you since he’s not the best with words when it comes to certain things, but that won’t stop him from at least helping where he can

Will never let anything happen to you -- Ray protects you with his life and he'll use any power he has if it means that you can walk out unharmed, that’s how much he cares for you

Fenrir Godspeed

Fenrir doubles as both your older brother and your best friend

110% flaunts how you’re the coolest little sister a brother could have to anyone that will listen (most of the time it’s the Black Army tho)

Flips between calling you by name, ‘sis’ and any other ridiculous nickname he can come up with (but don’t worry - you have an equally stupid name for him)

Considers you his best buddy (aside from Ray that is)

Fenrir’s also the kind of brother to pat his sister’s head, ruffle her hair, give gentle noogies and shake her around by the shoulders/poke her playfully then go ‘wasn’t me’. Just like these wholesome little things that mean no harm or anything

I also like the idea of Fenrir giving his sister piggyback rides - it's just a nice thought, please don't take this away from me I beg of you T-T

Best bro Fenrir picks you up from school every day, no ifs, ands or buts! Usually, he’ll buy you your favourite sweet/snack and give it to you when he gets there.

Brings Shu Shu along as well and the three of you will talk about what happened at school or anything exciting that may have happened as he walks you either home or to the barracks

You’re both very chaotic + Ray joins in too most of the time. Quite a few pranks happen when you’re at Black HQ (RIP the Black Army when you come over and you three triple team them).

Harmless pranks I promise!

Fenrir may take one of your belongings (a brush, your favourite book or an accessory) and run around the place with the only way of you getting it back is to catch him

There was this one time you snuck tomatoes into his food to see if he’d notice.

Spoiler alert: he most certainly did

After that he kinda ignored you for the rest of the day as payback, pouting and pretending like you weren’t there, saying stuff like ‘huh? Did you hear that?” At the end of the day though he wasn't mad and was able to laugh it off (it doesn’t erase the betrayal he felt tho)

Once in a while you’ll also poke fun at his fear of ghosts, saying off hand that there’s one at the end of the hall, down in the cellar or behind him. You never go too far though - not after the time that a prank of yours left him really shaken. You’ve never seen him so scared in your life and don’t plan to again.

Oliver’s soul nearly left his body when he first met you and learned that you took after your troublesome brother

Fenrir loves helping you with any school work you have cause he likes being a dependable brother for you! …The only problem is that sometimes he doesn’t know how to. Like, he grasps the basic concepts of what you’re talking about, but if you ask him how to calculate acceleration or a parabola he draws a blank - you’ve lost him.

Pls cut him some slack tho he’s trying his best and just the thought alone is sweet 🥺

Compared to his best buddy Ray, the Ace of Spades has quite a bit of free time, which he spends by dropping by the family home where you still live for surprise visits.

Most greetings start with “There’s my favourite sister!” with you adding on “I’m your only sister Fenrir…”

You still welcome him with a smile, open arms and a hug :)

Swears up, down and on his life to keep you and army affairs separate, he’s NOT going to expose his little sister to the violence that comes with his occupation. He stands firm on this decision. This topic is one of the only times you’ll see him actually serious

You’re not stupid though, you know what goes on, and, because of this, every time you hear in passing that the gun crazed Ace of Spades was at it again - launching himself straight into battle - there’s this pang of anxiety that rattles you to your core. You’re sure that there always will be no matter how much times passes

As a sum up - very loving and goofy brother/best friend with the addition of lots of pranks and battle scares 😎✌️

Luka Clemence

You know how in game Luka starts off as kinda cold to MC/Alice? Yeah there's none of that with his little sister

Usually when hanging around her he's most of the time adorning a small smile cause he finds joy in being around her

The relationship you have is a VERY close one considering that, while growing up in the prestigious Clemence household, it was basically you and Luka against the world

Sometimes Luka fears that you’re really lonely back at home because he’s not around as much as he used to be ever since joining the Black Army. Therefore, every week he’s set aside at the bare minimum a whole day (or at least an afternoon/evening) to go visit you - or for you to visit him!

Y’all cooking buddies and I’ll die on this hill

Luka teaches you any and everything he knows about cooking all the way to baking. He’ll even write down recipes for your favourite dishes so you can make them when he’s not there.

Whenever you’re visiting the Black Army and it’s Luka’s turn to make dinner you pitch in and help. He’ll make some of the dishes while you make the others.

The Black Army adores your cooking since you have such a great teacher/brother

Luka lets you hold/pet/feed/take care of Stone. You’re the only exception he makes when it comes to his furry companion

Don’t swear around him he’ll die (that is, after getting told by the other Black Army officers why it's such a bad thing and a big deal)

Lets you hold his sword once but you ended up nearly toppling over because it was heavier than you first anticipated.

Would play the violin for you while you study if you asked him, especially if you bring up that it helps you concentrate better

Sibling fights are non-existent. The only time that there’s a chance of you butting heads is when Luka starts pushing himself too much with training or the conversion involves Jonah

Speaking of the Queen of Hearts--

It’s a constant tug of war between the two brothers on who gets to spend the day with you. Luka’s scowling, Jonah’s pouting and you’re wondering what you have to do to get your brothers to get along (or at least have it where you’re not in the middle of it all)

Very supportive of whatever you want to do with your life. Luka also tells you every once in a while that you can always come live in Black territory or even the barracks when you’re a little older if you want to

All the more should Jonah/your parents ever try to enforce something on you (like some kind of lesson/social norms for Red Territory that you don’t like etc.). Luka will 100% whisk you away into Black Territory to get away from it all, just say the word.

All in all each of the boys are wrapped around their little sister's finger and would do anything to keep her safe and happy :)

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Thank you again for requesting!

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voltronramblings · 4 years

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um this got like really really long lmao (feel free to just post like a cut off version so it doesn’t clog up ppls dash lol) kind of super embarrassed about how long it is but…. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i got a lot to say, i hope that’s okay

Haha, you’re completely fine, sweetheart! I am gonna put it under the cut so that it doesn’t end up taking a lot of space on someone’s dash ❤️

Can i pls get a matchup? :3 I’m a bi girl, 5’6 with longish wavy red hair, blue eyes and lots of freckles cuz i always forget to reapply sunscreen lol pretty much always have a sunburn during the summer. I’m a INFP, and a libra. I’ve got a major case of ADHD, lots of energy and horrible at focusing, lots of fidgeting all the time (mostly the leg bounceTM and tapping things) (also got that anxiety/depression thing goin on).

I’m not super social, I hate big parties, I don’t have a Lot of friends, but the friends I do have I’m really close to and would trust with my life (I’m kind of really selective with who i befriend). If i don’t like a person, they will be able to Tell, I don’t go out of my way to be mean to them but,, it’s a bit obvious. I’m the fun friend, always getting people to laugh and smile and be happy, and I’m super loyal to my friends, ride-or-die kind of gal. I also tend to be the one that people lean on, or turn to if the need any advice or comfort. I’m also really close with my family, love them with all my heart and would do anything for them.

I love to play the piano and sing (pretty good at the first one, not so much the second lol) and i tend to do that when I’m feeling stressed out or sad and it helps a lot. I’m currently in college studying geography and cartography and I’m like a super nerd about it lol. I love to go hiking in the mountains where i live and go swimming in the rivers, and when I’m staying at my family home I go to the beach all the time, my fave summer tradition is having bonfire parties on the beach with my friends where we just swim and build sand castles all day and then roast hot dogs and marshmallows (some of my fave memories of high school were on the beach super late at night around the campfire). I am pretty active, i used to be super into sports in high school but now i’m not really, I used to swim competitively for like 8 years, and I also was part of a rowing team for a couple years, and I really loved it, trying to get back into it but i’m way too out of shape rn lmao. I also love baseball, watching it and playing it (but mostly i just watch) (go giants). I love music, fave genres being rock/alt rock/punk/pop, and I loooove going to concerts, i’ve been to at least 30 by now lol I’m pretty much always got music playing, my fave band is fall out boy (i’m basic i know lol).

my grades have always been…. Super average. Not because I don’t understand what I’m being taught but because I never really did my homework, i would always procrastinate and especially with big projects, if it wasn’t absolutely perfect I hated it and would be constantly stressed about it and then just not do it so :/ (this is still true a little in college but i’m getting much better and just getting things done, and i like to have friends with me while i’m working so they can yell at me if i get distracted).

This got really really long so i’m just gonna stop now lmao (i like to talk about myself lol is it obvious??) (ive never done a matchup request before but i like yours because you put so much thought into them i couldnt resist thank you love you)

hi, love! Before I start, the fact that you let me know about that ^^ literally makes me so happy and is one of the only reasons I still accept match-ups. I know what I was like sending my first match-up request in and I was a nervous wreck. Which is why I sincerely mean it when I say that I am deeply sorry for how long this took to get back to you. Thank you for sending this in and I love you too 💕

SO, it may seem kind of weird but I actually ship you with Pidge (adjusted to your age, of course, bc we don’t do support pedophilia in this Christian household, no thank you)! However, if the fact that Pidge is (canonically) still a teen bothers you, I can and will match you with someone else!

Appearance reason: most people do the whole “your freckles make constellations” thing, but Pidge said “nah, they’re compounds and mixtures lol” what a nerd. She’ll look for one that matches the formula for sugar just to say “hey, you’re pretty sweet”. Also, she feels the sunburn comment on a personal level bc she too is pretty much always burnt somewhere, it’s not fair.

Mentality reason: Pidge is no stranger to mental health disorders such as ADHD, anxiety, and depression. Whatever she can do for you, she’ll do, no questions asked. While she is more knowledgeable about the physical sciences, she can quickly pick up the psychological (and biological, but I think that’s a physical science) aspect of mental health disorders, and, if there’s something that she can make to help you, she will. One of those is definitely creating a portable mini-piano so you can tap away at that, using some energy and even creating a little music.

Introvert reason: Pidge is 100% definitely an introvert, and, while with the right company she might enjoy a party, she’ll tend to spend the night in. So, you two are pretty much aligned when it comes to those kinds of nights, you know? You just keep each other company, often in silence, and that’s more than enough.

Personality reason: Pidge is someone who has trouble relying on others. She’s so much of a “I can do this myself so watch me do it better than you” kind of attitude, and, while she’s amazing, even she needs someone whom she can rely on. Your personality tends to naturally bring that out of her. Before anything else, you two are best friends, and you’d do anything for each other. Because of that bond, Pidge feels able to come and talk to you about things that she really can’t with anyone else.

Hobby reason: Pidge is totally just in awe of your musical abilities even if you’re not as confident in them yourself. She loves listening to you playing the piano or even singing along quietly to whatever song is playing. With other people, Pidge prefers to work in the quiet (unless she’s discussing something or explaining something), but she loves to just hear you faintly in the background like a distant record player. ALSO, as the Guardian of Nature, she’s exploring new ways to connect with nature, so she’ll often accompany you whenever you’re going out to the mountains. She will most definitely be complaining for part of it because it’s too hot and there’re so many bugs, but she’ll always go because she loves spending time with you even if she can’t always keep up. Rivers and beaches aren’t necessarily her domain, but she still enjoys being in water (especially if she’s sweaty as frick from all of that walking). While you may be actually swimming, she’ll probably just be in the water, floating along somewhere… she does like the bonfire idea as it’s much less strenuous, and it’s fun to be with everyone whether that’s just you or the whole Voltron crew.

Education reason: lol, I had no idea what to call this so here ya go. Basically, Pidge adores your brilliance when it comes to anything that you’re interested in (in this case, geography and cartography). Especially if you’re drawing maps of the places that y’all visit through space, she’ll be there with papers and pencils and any drawing tools you might need. She just loves seeing how it all turns out in the end, especially since it’s like a mix of science and art and WOW you can do BOTH so well !! And she’s definitely a huge (?) help when it comes to procrastination. A little bit of a hypocrite sometimes because she tends to get distracted herself if it’s not something she’s genuinely interested in. But, she will definitely be there to help keep you on track if you’re losing focus or motivation, and she will also offer to help in any way, shape, or form that she can. She wants you to do your best but also not stress so much about it because, sometimes, imperfections are better than any perfect thing out there. Y’all also have a deal where you can switch off rambling about what you’re passionate about, it’s cute and wholesome 💕 you guys are literal best friends which is so nice to be with your significant other.

#THIS IS 10000 YEARS OLD I'M SORRY #also honestly #for any of the match ups #they're automatically adjusted to whatever age you are #i mean #they're cartoons y'all #shipping them together is one thing #but it's easy to adjust to your age imo #i mean i was 15 when the show came out #and 18 when it finished #i literally was pidge's age and then lance's by the end of the show #our ages change naturally but theirs don't unless we make them #anyway that's enough out of this old bat #match up #submission

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Little Devil part 3

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Chat Noir’s puns are so horrible pls save me

And I didn’t expect this chapter to get so long, especially after I lost the first draft to the digital aether, so there’ll be a shorter fourth part to just wrap things up nicely and give the Adrinette I’m compelled to write. Hell, I might even write timestamps because I grew way too attached to what was supposed to just be a oneshot.

The fic idea came from @gale-of-the-nomads and Little Devil from @zoe-oneesama (in case you want a picture reference).

Part 2 | Part 4 | AO3 link here

Horrible

Nasty

No one even likes you. They only respect you because you’re Queen Bee

Everyone celebrated when you left

“I am Queen Bee!” Chloé argues, huddled in a ball with her hands over her ears. Nearby, Chat Noir is curled up, practically pulling his hair out. “If people respect Queen Bee, they respect me!”

But fighting the voices just seems to make them stronger. The little devils on Chloé’s shoulders cackle, completely bypassing the hands covering her ears, while Chat Noir’s groans sound distorted and far away, as though Chloé is underwater. The exposed skin on her thighs is starting to turn a splotchy red, like blood is beginning to pool and spread, and Chloé would probably be more concerned if she wasn’t dealing with nasty voices in her head.

You have no friends

No one can stand you

You make messes everywhere

“Stop! I can’t take it anymore!” Chloé cries. “I know I make messes!”

“You can fix your own messes, if that’s what you want.” Ladybug’s voice echoes through Chloé’s head. But she can’t. She can’t fix her messes. She’s a bitch, a nasty person, everyone knows that –

Wait.

Of course.

Little Devil’s power turns those who succumb to their dark thoughts. Alya probably hadn’t even thought that she had that dark side. But Chloé knows she’s a bitch, so why do these words hurt so much? Maybe it’s not positive thoughts that fights off these devils. Maybe it’s owning these thoughts.

“Yes, I have been horrible!” Chloé announces. “I know I’m a bitch and no one likes me! But I’m not going to let that be me anymore! I’m a hero and I’m going to prove it!”

For a moment, there’s silence. It feels like the world’s collectively holding its breath, like time itself has stopped…or maybe Chloé’s just being a drama queen. Either way, the devils on her shoulders let out tiny, inhuman shrieks and explode in poofs of red smoke, replaced by little pink angels that look so much like Tikki that Hawkmoth has to be denser than bricks at this point to not realise. The angels hover around Chloé’s face for a few seconds, flapping their little white wings, before zipping back towards Little Devil like she’s yanking them on strings. She waves her pitchfork and the angels mutate back into devils with little screams and another puff of red smoke.

“Chat Noir!” Chloé crawls over to Chat, who’s moaning pathetically with a face that’s already half red. Aware that she’s running against the clock, she gently slaps his face, her stomach lurching when his eyes crack open and the bright green is yellower than it should be. “Don’t fight the voices! Own them!”

“Can’t,” Chat Noir mumbles. A shiver wracks his body and the red creeps over his skin even more. “Useless…no one likes the real me…”

“Oh my god,” Chloé says. She shoots a look at Little Devil, who’s sitting on the railing again and surveying her chaotic domain with her black lips curved in a wicked little smile. Whether the akuma’s listening or not, Chloé has no idea, but now she has to choose her words carefully so that she doesn’t give away anything about Chat Noir being Adrien Agreste. “Okay. Listen up, you mangy cat, because I so didn’t sign up to play therapist. Tell me what they’re saying and then repeat what I say.”

For a moment, Chat Noir doesn’t say anything. But then he draws in a shaky breath and croaks, “I always mess up. Ladybug has to do all the work and I keep getting caught because…because Chat Noir is freedom.”

“Easy fix,” Chloé says. “You’ll just take Chat Noir more seriously when you’re in a fight. Come on, say it.”

“I’ll – I’ll take Chat Noir more seriously when I’m in a fight.” Chat Noir shudders again.

“Good. Next!”

“My – my father doesn’t love me.”

“That’s on him, not you. Come on.”

“That’s on him…not me…”

“Good. What else?”

“Ladybug doesn’t need me – she has other allies –”

“What did I tell you earlier? Say it. You. Are. Irreplaceable. To. Ladybug.”

Chat just shakes his head and curls in on himself, so Chloé gently slaps him again. “I’m not here to coddle you, fur ball! Say it!”

“I – I’m irreplaceable to Ladybug.”

“Again!”

“I’m irreplaceable to Ladybug.”

“Again!”

“I’m irreplaceable to Ladybug!” The red spreading across Chat Noir’s face immediately starts to recede, and he slumps on the ground with a gasp.

“Colour me impressed,” Little Devil says, looking back over at them while toying with the prongs of her pitchfork. “I never would have thought that Chloé Bourgeois could ever fight off an akuma rather than cause it.”

“I know I’m horrible,” Chloé says. “I don’t need a devil to tell me that. Get up, alley cat! Think up a plan!”

“Yeah, chaton, think up a plan,” Little Devil says in amusement.

“Me?” Chat Noir groans, stumbling to his feet. “Ladybug makes the plans, not me!”

“You literally just swore you’d take your superhero stuff more seriously,” Chloé says. “Come on, you’ve done this for longer than me. Think of something!”

“Uh…” Chat Noir scratches the back of his neck in a very Adrien-like manner, while both Little Devil and Chloé stare at him. Chloé can’t help but feel like Little Devil’s getting major kicks out of their dysfunctional team, which makes sense considering that she’s the real Ladybug and probably would’ve already taken the akuma down by now. “Lucky Charm?”

“Ugh. Fine. Lucky Charm!” Chloé throws her yo-yo up into the air and receives a ladybug-patterned smartphone in return.

“Uh, I don’t think you’ve got Marinette’s phone number,” Chat Noir says. Chloé just glowers and presses the unlock button to make the screen light up. The background is a selfie of Adrien and Marinette, with Adrien beaming at the camera and Marinette looking like she’s died and gone to Heaven from being squished to his side. Whether this is a photo that’s been taken on one of their phones or something that Marinette wishes had happened, Chloé has no idea. All she knows is that there needs to be a reason for it being on a phone rather than just a physical photograph.

“I could think of at least two possible plans I’d do in your position,” Little Devil says rather patronisingly. “What’s your plan, Chloé?”

At a loss, Chloé does the only thing she can think of: she tucks the phone away, because of course she gave her suit proper pockets, and then charges at Little Devil to grab the cravat. However, not only does Little Devil possess incredible skills from her experience as Ladybug, but she’s also got the enhancement that akumas give their victims. Maybe if it had only been one of the two, Chloé might have stood a chance. Instead, Little Devil just giggles and easily parries every single punch and kick that Chloé throws as though she can predict exactly what Chloé’s going to do. Which might just have something to do with the fact that Little Devil is the real Ladybug.

Great. Just great. Why does Chloé always get the hard stuff?

“You’ll never be a real hero, Chloé Bourgeois.” Little Devil slams Chloé into the ground and keeps her down with one heeled boot on her chest and pitchfork aimed at her throat. “You’ll never even be half the real Ladybug. At least, that’s what my little devils tell me.”

“Meowch,” Chat Noir says from behind Little Devil. Chloé catches sight of a few black sparks over Little Devil’s shoulder and realises that he’s most likely activated his Cataclysm. She just has to avoid letting Little Devil catch on. “That was tailtally uncalled for.”

“Chat Noir!” Chloé growls, realising that they’re severely outmatched. And she still can’t think of a plan for that stupid phone. “Get us out of here and stop with your stupid puns before I grab her pitchfork and kill you myself!”

Little Devil just laughs. “Your puns are awful, chaton.” She kneels on Chloé’s chest to grab the Ladybug Miraculous, her knee digging into the collarbone just below Chloé’s throat. The akuma gets one earring off and then reaches for the other, the magic beginning to dissipate from Chloé. Chloé growls and tries to lash out at Little Devil, but she’s firmly held in place by Little Devil’s knee and calf.

“Don’t you mean clawful, princess?”

There’s a cracking sound above them. Little Devil looks up and only has a split second to dive away from Chloé before the walkway ceiling starts crashing down, and Chloé would have been utter toast if Chat Noir hadn’t swooped in to grab her before a large chunk of stone can turn her gorgeous head into a smear on the ground.

“Cutting it a bit – aiiieee!” Chloé’s snarky comment is cut off by Chat Noir hurling her down into the infested courtyard. Fuming, she makes a wobbly landing and starts viciously cutting her way through the little devils, wondering if she should thank Chat Noir for throwing her where Little Devil wouldn’t think to look for her or kick him in the shins for throwing her into the lion’s den. Honestly, how does Ladybug put up with his harebrained schemes?

His harebrained scheme saved you when you charged in like an idiot, says a small voice. Chloé just rolls her eyes, punches the last of the devils away, then ducks into a doorway to watch the fight between Little Devil and Chat Noir. They’re sparring on the walkway perpendicular to the destroyed one, pretty much evenly matched, and it strikes Chloé just how inexperienced she is in comparison to Ladybug and Chat Noir. How…unexceptional.

“Shut up,” she mutters. “The last thing you need is for a devil to get you again.”

Chat Noir punches Little Devil in the face, sending her crashing into the wall. It occurs to Chloé that he could easily have thrown her across the courtyard if he chose, and she sighs and resists the urge to thump her head against the door. That fur ball is holding back to avoid hurting Marinette – Ladybug – even though she clearly doesn’t have a fraction of the same courtesy to extend to him.

The beeping of her earrings jolts Chloé back to earth, and she darts down the hall and into the first classroom she comes across, which is thankfully empty. She pulls the phone out and turns it all over, like this’ll somehow reveal some miraculous secret that she can use to take down Little Devil. Nothing. She brings up the lock screen photo of Adrien and Marinette. Nothing. How could Little Devil have formulated two plans when she hadn’t even seen the photo? Chloé silently curses Marinette for going and getting herself akumatised and leaving Chloé and Adrien to deal with the aftermath as a dysfunctional team. The more she works with Chat Noir, the more Chloé realises that she and Adrien just aren’t compatible as A Thing.

“Great,” Chloé grumbles, hoisting herself on a desk so she can sprawl dramatically. “I’ll just get Adrikins to call her and spin a whole sob story to distract her so I can grab the akuma. That’ll work. Great plan, Chloé.”

She pauses and frowns. Call her…what had Little Devil said in that bathroom? “Everyone has a little devil on their shoulder. I just need to make them listen.”

“Of course!” Chloé says to herself. Now she knows why she was given that phone and that picture of Adrien and Marinette, as fake as it might be. The picture itself doesn’t have to be real for her to realise what she needs to do. With one last beep, her transformation washes away, taking the phone with it, and Tikki lurches out of the earrings and wobbles in mid-air, panting.

“I hope you have a plan,” Tikki gasps. “And some cookies. I need to recharge.”

“Marinette’s probably got some in her purse,” Chloé says. “Come on, let’s go wandering around the dangerous school so you can get your sugar fix.”

Tikki shoots her probably the closest thing to a bitchface that the sweet kwami can muster, but Chloé’s not here to coddle. Instead, she gestures at Tikki to hide, which the kwami does by burrowing into her ponytail.

“Great, my hair is ruined,” Chloé whines as she slips out of the classroom and heads for the bathroom.

“Your hair is the least of our problems, Chloé,” Tikki says. “Do you have a plan?”

“I do. I just need Adrien to make it work.”

“I’m sure Chat Noir is recovering somewhere else –”

“No, not Chat Noir. Adrien. He’s the only one who’s got a chance of getting near her without her zapping us. Marinette wanted someone to listen, so she’s going to get someone to listen.”

Although Chloé can’t see the kwami’s face, she just knows that Tikki is beaming. She can literally feel the happy energy radiating off the damn thing. But she refuses to admit that she actually likes the feeling, instead banging the bathroom door open louder than necessary and making a beeline for Marinette’s dropped purse. Luckily, there are two cookies stashed in there, no doubt for Tikki, and the kwami chows down on them faster than humanly possible for something her size as compared to the cookies. Honestly Chloé kind of admires her determination to save Marinette. It kind of makes her miss Pollen, to be honest.

“I bet you’ll be glad to have Marinette back,” Chloé says, well aware that she’s displaying envy like some commoner. “I have to be the worst Ladybug you’ve ever had, right?”

“You’re not bad!” Tikki insists straight away. “You’re just inexperienced! In fact, you’ve got an advantage because you already know how Ladybug works!”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” Chloé says thickly, crossing her arms as though this can fight off the stinging in her eyes. “I already know that Marinette Dupain-Cheng is way more exceptional than I’ll ever be. Everyone likes her, she caught the attention of Gabriel Agreste and my maman, she’s got Adrikins crushing on her because she’s Ladybug, an amazing superhero…she even gets her own little kidney bean best friend. Me? I’m always second best. I don’t even get to keep my kwami.”

The look on Tikki’s little face makes it very clear that she noticed Chloé’s choice of words in saying kwami rather than Miraculous. But she doesn’t say anything, so Chloé concludes her rant.

“And now I have to step up and fill in for her and I can’t even do that properly. Marinette would’ve taken the akuma down ages ago.”

Tikki says nothing, simply frowning at Chloé while finishing off her snack. Chloé wants to look away but there’s something about the kwami’s piercing gaze that just won’t let her.

“What?” she snaps.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t compare yourself to Marinette,” Tikki says, floating closer to Chloé. “You’re Chloé Bourgeois, not Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You stepped up to be Ladybug when you could have accepted Little Devil’s offer to not interfere so that she’d leave you alone. You took responsibility for your father’s akumatisation and for ruining Marinette’s present for Mlle Bustier. You took on the mantle of Queen Bee to help fight Hawkmoth’s army.”

“Yeah but –”

“Those are all things that Chloé Bourgeois has done!” Tikki pokes Chloé in the nose. “Not Marinette! I love Marinette so much, and she’s done so many amazing things, but you’re doing great things too! You don’t have to be Marinette, Chloé.”

“Okay, okay, whatever,” Chloé says, if only to get Tikki to shut up. She can handle the social game of careful compliments or flattery to align oneself in certain circles or to gain an advantage. But having the embodiment of good luck and creation genuinely listing all her virtues is too much to handle, even if her soul does feel ten times lighter between that and overcoming the little devils earlier. “Let’s go save Marinette so you can get her back.”

As they leave, Chloé decides to be gracious and let Tikki rest a bit more, so she traverses the super dangerous halls as herself rather than Ladybug. She idly wonders if Tikki’s Ladybug good luck power rubs off on people when untransformed, because it only takes two tries to find the classroom that Adrien’s hiding out in. A tiny black cat floats near his head, stuffing an enormous wedge of Camembert cheese down his throat.

“Gross!” Chloé wrinkles her nose, while Tikki wriggles out of her hair to go and greet the black cat kwami. “Now I know why you always stink.”

“Plagg loves the stuff,” Adrien says with a sheepish laugh. “So, do you have a plan?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Chloé says rather smugly. “You really should work on your planning skills, Chat Noir.”

Adrien glowers at her but says nothing about that. Instead, he says, “Plagg, are you nearly done? We can’t let Marinette cause more damage than we can help.”

“Actually, I need Adrien Agreste for this plan to work,” Chloé says. “Marinette promised to spare Adrien, not Chat Noir. And really, what were you thinking, forgetting that she doesn’t know who Chat Noir is? She was ready to put you in the ground, Adrien.”

“I – I forgot.” Adrien looks down. “I just saw Marinette – my lady – hurting, and I –”

“– had to rush in to save her. This is exactly why Ladybug didn’t want you to tell each other who you are. That’s why Hawkmoth used my family against me on Heroes’ Day to distract me enough that Despair Bear and Dark Cupid got me. When you’re behind the mask, you’re not Adrien anymore!”

“What, like you’re not Chloé anymore when you’re Queen Bee?” Adrien retorts. Chloé smirks at Adrien finally biting back.

“And just how do you think I know what a bad idea it is?” she says. “But it’s not such a big deal if Hawkmoth knows who Queen Bee is. If he finds out who Chat Noir is, though?”

“Look, I appreciate that you care about me,” Adrien says. “But can we just go? What could you need me for that you can’t use Chat Noir for? You think Marinette will really just let me get close to her?”

“She told me to my face that she’d spare you,” Chloé says. “And I finally realised what that phone and picture meant.”

“I’ve never taken that picture with Marinette before in my life,” Adrien protests.

“That doesn’t matter. The picture was telling me that you’re the only one who can get close to her. Even though she spared me, there’s no way she’d trust me like she trusts you.”

“And the phone?”

“Marinette just wants someone to listen to her.” Chloé’s hands land on her hips so that she can look extra smug because she totally deserves it after coming up with this plan. “That’s why she was akumatised, right? None of our classmates would listen to her because of Liar Rossi.”

“Chloé,” Adrien chides.

“Oh, hush,” Chloé says. “She deserves it and you know it. I might be an utter bitch, but I never made Marinette cry and got her akumatised. Anyway, she told me when she got akumatised that everyone has a little devil on their shoulder and she’s just going to make them listen.”

“Of course!” Adrien’s face lights up. “I have to listen to her and let her talk. And you’ll grab the akuma, right?”

“No, I’ll just stand there and look pretty,” Chloé says snarkily.

“Sarcasm doesn’t work if it’s something you’d actually do,” Adrien says. Chloé rolls her eyes.

“Whatever, alley cat. You ready, Tikki?”

“Definitely!” Tikki says, a look of sheer determination on her tiny face.

“Spots on!”

Once she’s transformed, she scoops Adrien up so that he won’t fall behind, making sure that Plagg is safely hidden with him before she breaks into a sprint down the hall towards the courtyard. Little Devil is where Chat Noir had left her, perched on the undestroyed railing to watch the chaos with glee, and she smiles when Chloé uses her yo-yo to launch them up there and sets Adrien down.

“Welcome back, Ladybug,” Little Devil says. Chloé holds her yo-yo out like a shield in response, even though fighting is possibly the best way to totally ruin their plan. “I knew you’d be back after recharging. Ladybug just can’t leave the akuma alone, can she? It’s her job. I’m sure chaton will be along soon enough.” Her smile widens when she catches sight of Adrien and – wait, is that genuine joy? “Adrien!”

“Marinette.” Adrien’s mouth droops. “I’m so sorry I left you. I should have skipped class –”

“Oh, no, don’t be silly!” Little Devil giggles in a gross imitation of Marinette. “I don’t blame you at all. You came after me in the first place.”

“Because I care about you.” Adrien takes a cautious step towards Little Devil, hands up as unthreateningly as possible. “You’re one of my best friends, Marinette, and it’s totally uncool that everyone treated you like that. Especially Lila.”

“Lila? Pfft.” Little Devil smirks down at one of the devils in the courtyard, who’s in the centre and scratching at any other devils that come near it. Chloé wonders how she can even single out which devil the akuma is staring at before chalking it to enhanced senses. “Honestly, Lila was just an annoyance. She was never going to like me. You know what really hurt? Having everyone else turn on me like I was nothing to them!”

“Yeah, that was completely wrong,” Adrien agrees. He takes another careful step towards her, Chloé following ever so slowly behind so as not to alert her. “I’m on your side, Marinette. But this isn’t the way to fix things!”

“Isn’t it?” Little Devil tilts her head. “You know, maybe Ladybug and Chat Noir have been wrong all along. I felt so powerless…so unheard…but Hawkmoth fixed that! He let me make myself heard, let me make everyone hurt just like they made me!”

“Do you really think that hurting others is the way to fix it?” Adrien says. “Revenge, violence…it’s not the answer. You’re not the Marinette who smiles and brings pastries to class and cheers everyone up and goes out of her way to make me laugh when I’m having a bad day.”

“Being that Marinette got me hurt! Used!” Little Devil stomps the ground hard enough to leave a large crack, which Chloé eyes warily so that she can jump away with Adrien if it grows bigger. “Nobody listened to me! The girls ignored me when I insisted that they stop helping me get together with you because you liked Kagami and I respected your wishes, because who cares about Marinette’s voice? No, I’m just a shallow teenage girl who lets herself be defined by a boy! If that was the case then why wasn’t I mean to Kagami, huh? I respected Kagami because she respected you!”

Adrien looks like he’s going to faint on the spot. Chloé supposes that it’s one thing to hear that his friend is crushing on him from someone else and another thing entirely to hear it directly from his friend’s mouth. The fact that Marinette is the real Ladybug and he’s crushing hard on Ladybug probably isn’t helping either.

Little Devil puts on a simpering voice. “But Marinette Dupain-Cheng is boy-crazy and hates Chloé and Lila because she’s a jealous fangirl, not because they bullied me! I even stood up to Chloé for the class, but they conveniently forget that when Lila comes along with her lies that don’t even make sense – and that’s the worst part of it all, that they’re so ridiculous, like that napkin lie! Oh, unless I’m making a picnic where they get free food, then they’re so quick to jump and help out! Otherwise, it was Marinette this, Marinette help me, Marinette, Marinette, Marinette!”

Chloé and Adrien exchange startled looks as Little Devil screams, resulting in every single devil in the courtyard screaming in fresh pain as well. If Marinette’s been bottling all this up along with being Ladybug, it’s no wonder that when she snaps, she’s one of the most dangerous akumas that have been around. She’d downed both Ladybug and Chat Noir in one hit and if Marinette had been in Chloe’s place, it’s likely that she would have been blindsided by her dark side like Alya was.

Little Devil tilts her head as a purple outline appears over her face, and Adrien clenches his fists at the sight. Chloé, who’s edged even closer to Little Devil, glares at him to make sure he doesn’t stuff it all up.

“Patience, Hawkmoth,” Little Devil snaps. “I want Adrien to hear me first. Then I’ll take Ladybug’s Miraculous and go find Chat Noir.” Another short pause. “I only lost them last time because I underestimated Chat Noir, but he’s not even here! And Chloé is inexperienced!”

Oh, if only she knew.

“I do hear you, Marinette,” Adrien says as the purple mask fades. “And I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I don’t. But…this isn’t you. You’re always so cute whenever I see you. You made me our friendship charm – see, I still have it!” He pulls a pink and green beaded charm out of his pocket. Super ugly, but whatever works, Chloé supposes. “I carry it around everywhere because it’s my good luck charm! You brighten up my day whenever I see you, because I know I can count on you to be sweet and amazing.”

“No one listens to me when I’m sweet and amazing!”

“Please, Marinette.” Adrien’s now so close to Little Devil that he could touch her with next to no effort if he wanted. “I’ll always listen to you. You know that, right? The problem is that you were expected to bottle up your feelings and smile for everyone else, because everybody saw you as untouchable Marinette. But that can change. We can find healthier ways to make people listen to you! But this?” Adrien gestures at the chaotic courtyard. “This isn’t healthy!”

Little Devil’s eyes bore into Adrien’s, the deep blue watery as she no doubt struggles to hold back the tide of emotions before they can overwhelm her. She lets out an otherworldly shriek, which every other little devil in the courtyard mirrors as though they’re feeling her pain, and she shoves Adrien into the wall, though not hard enough to hurt him since the gasp he lets out is more surprised than pained. Chloé tenses, ready to spring into action to save Adrien, but Little Devil just wails and clenches her fists on either side of Adrien’s head, her own head bowed. In response, Adrien carefully wraps his hands around her blood red upper arms, causing her to screech again and headbutt his chest with her forehead. He looks a little alarmed at how close her horns are to his throat, but thankfully he doesn’t move away and upset her even more.

Chloé seizes the opportunity to sneak up on the distressed akuma and slip the cravat from around her neck. With a swift tear, Chloé is holding two pieces of cloth, from which a glowing, purple-black butterfly emerges. Chloé’s lip curls at the sight. She’s very much familiar with these little things, as much as she wishes she wasn’t.

“Oooh, does that mean I get to say the thing?” she says, bouncing on the spot. “No more evildoing for you, little akuma! Time to de-evilise!” She uses her yo-yo to snatch the akuma out of the air so that it doesn’t fly off. “Gotcha!”

“Ladybug does it better,” Adrien says, his hands having moved from Little Demon’s arms to her back as he holds her in a hug. Chloé just pokes her tongue out, not that she’d do such a commoner thing around people who aren’t him, and she presses the yo-yo to release the purified akuma.

“Can I do the thing without a Lucky Charm?” Chloé says. Adrien shrugs.

“I’ve never seen it done without one.”

“Ugh. Lucky Charm!”

This time, Chloé is provided with a small hand mirror. Frowning, she turns it all around, trying to figure out what the power’s trying to tell her, but all she sees is her own reflection. Maybe it’s referencing what a vain bitch she is, although she prefers ‘confident’. Or maybe –

Oh. Little smart alec. It’s probably referencing that “be yourself!” speech that Tikki had given her, telling her that she’s good enough and right now, what the situation needs is her. Whatever. Okay, so it’s kind of poetic and sweet, but if she keeps staring at the mirror for much longer then Adrien’s going to grow suspicious. And now that she knows his Chat Noir side, she knows he’ll never stop pestering her.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” Chloé announces, tossing the mirror into the air gracefully. At least, she thinks it’s graceful. Which means it is. The mirror explodes in a swarm of ladybugs, which zoom around the school and fix all the damage that had been done while reverting all the devils back to their normal selves. Little Devil is encased in a purple-black aura and when it fades, Marinette is left in her place, blinking owlishly.

“I – what?” she says. “What am I – oh.” She droops. “I was akumatised. But how am I –?” She catches sight of Chloé and her eyes positively bulge out of their sockets. “Chloé?”

“Yes, yes, I saved your butt, I’m totally a hero,” Chloé says. “Come on, Adrikins, give her to me.”

“Adrien?” Marinette freezes, her brain only just realising whose arms she’s wrapped in, and her eyes follow the arms around her up to the face next to hers. She lets out an ear-piercing shriek and jumps away, stumbling over her own feet and nearly tripping if not for Chloé grabbing her. “I – oh no – I hurt did – I mean – did I Adrien – gah!”

Thankfully, Adrien takes pity on her and smiles, reaching out to slide an arm around her. Chloé doesn’t want to begin to imagine what’s going to happen when Marinette learns that Adrien knows about her crush.

“You didn’t hurt me at all, Marinette!” he says. “You actually refused to hurt me, so Chloé asked for my help because she wasn’t used to being Ladybug. You should go with Chloé so she can make sure you’re alright. I’ll save your seat up the back of the class so you don’t have to sit alone.”

Down in the courtyard, the commoners are looking up at them and gasps and whispers are flying around. Chloé sighs loudly. “Adrikins, please deal with them, would you? Tell them the story we agreed on. Also –” She holds out a fist. Grinning, Adrien fist-bumps her and they say, “Pound it!” together.

Chloé got to do it with both superheroes. And she knows who both of them are. She was one of them. Her life is now complete. She’s cooler than literally anyone else here, not that she wasn’t before.

With one last smile at Marinette, Adrien heads down the stairs to confront the masses, leaving Chloé free to drag Marinette down the hall.

“Official story to explain why there’s a different Ladybug when you got akumatised is that Ladybug got caught in her civilian form and gave the earrings to me, since she could trust me as Queen Bee,” Chloé says when they’re in yet another empty classroom. Story of her life today, honestly. “You’re welcome.”

“Thanks,” Marinette says faintly, no doubt still in shock from her evilised rampage. “But…I don’t understand why you’d help me, Chloé. Telling everyone off in the cafeteria is one thing but you – you hate me!”

“That was just to annoy Lila,” Chloé says. “And it’s more like I just didn’t even care about you after you stood up to Maman and threw that party. And now that I know you’re Ladybug –”

Marinette jumps and looks around wildly, as though expecting the entire student body to be huddled outside, ears pressed to the door and windows to eavesdrop. Chloé sighs loudly, then grimaces when the earrings beep.

“I’m literally wearing your earrings,” she says. “That I saw you throw away to keep from Hawkmoth. And Adrikins has the others under control, don’t worry. Spots off.”

As soon as the transformation falls and Tikki is free, she squeals Marinette’s name and darts over, nuzzling against her face. Marinette’s face lights up as she hugs Tikki back, and Chloé takes the opportunity to slip the earrings off and hold them out.

“Thank you, Chloé,” Marinette says sincerely, taking them back and reattaching them. “You were super brave to step up and be Ladybug.”

“Ugh, gag me,” Chloé says. “My outfit was way better than yours and I impressed Adrien, that’s all.”

But Marinette doesn’t look fooled for a second. Ugh, she’s actually being a decent person about this. But then her face falls and she looks down.

“I’m sorry you had to do that,” she says. “If I’d been able to control myself better –”

“Did I or did I not kick your butt about apologising for things that aren’t your fault?” Chloé snaps. “It’s Hawkmoth’s fault, not yours. You can’t help your emotions. Just like I made it easier for him to akumatise half the people he got to, but it’s his fault because he did the akumas. And you had every right to break, since you’re such a self-sacrificing idiot that you spend so much time putting everyone else before yourself.”

“I could have endangered everyone!” Marinette protests. “An akumatised Ladybug –”

“But you didn’t. You took the earrings off. Stop blaming yourself for feeling stuff, Dupain-Cheng, or I’ll have to take back my offer of friendship.”

“Friendship?” Marinette squints at Chloé. “Why would you want to be friends with me? Is it because I’m Ladybug? I know you’re one of her biggest fans.”

“Okay, one, I’m her biggest fan,” Chloé says. “No ‘one of’ about it. And two, I wouldn’t go making friends with Marinette Dupain-Cheng just because she’s Ladybug. In fact, it’s not even friendship. It’s an alliance and a truce because Lila’s a pain in both our butts. It’ll…” She scrambles for an excuse. “It’ll annoy Lila and everyone else, that’s all.”

Again, Marinette isn’t fooled. She just smiles and nuzzles Tikki again before freezing.

“What now?” Chloé sighs.

“Adrien!” Marinette shrieks.

“Oh please, if you’re going to go all lovestruck –”

“It’s not that!” Marinette tugs at her hair and tries to sit down on a seat, only to miss and crash to the floor. She jumps up, promptly banging her thigh on the desk, and gives up trying to be a functional human being. “You told him to tell everyone the story you’d agreed on!”

“Yep.”

“Which means – he knows you didn’t just stumble on Ladybug’s civilian form!”

“Uh huh.” Oh boy, this is just delicious to watch.

“And that means he’ll know that the real Ladybug was conveniently missing when I was akumatised!”

“That’s right.” Chloé starts examining her nails and she shoots a smirk at Tikki when Marinette’s not looking. Tikki tries to look disapproving but fails horribly, undoubtedly just as amused by Marinette’s freak-out as Chloé is.

“Adrien knows that I’m Ladybug!”

“That’s just scratching the surface,” Chloé says gleefully. “You should totally tell him that I told you to ask him about Camembert.”

“It is unfair if you don’t know,” Tikki says sagely.

“Camembert?” Marinette’s left eye twitches. “What does Camembert have to do with my secret identity? I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again! We’ll never get married and have a beautiful house and three children and a hamster named –”

“Kill me now,” Chloé complains loudly. “Honestly, I don’t think Adrien’s gonna hate you because you’re Ladybug. He loves Ladybug, remember?”

“But I got akumatised!” Marinette waves her hands in the air. “Even Ladybug’s not strong enough! He won’t respect me anymore and I won’t be able to face him and I don’t even remember what I said to him – please tell me I didn’t tell him I like him, oh my god –”

“Tikki, does Cataclysm work on a person or was Volpina just lying as usual?” Chloé sighs.

“Chloé, don’t be so mean,” Tikki scolds. “Marinette has a lot of feelings to work through. Speaking of which, you should probably get to class, Marinette. Adrien’s waiting for you!”

Chloé’s expecting Marinette to freak out even more at that, so it’s a surprise when she just takes deep gulps of air and lets out a squeak.

“Okay,” Marinette says in a high voice. “I can do this. It’s no big deal. He just…knows I’m Ladybug. Who got akumatised. And told him things I don’t remember.”

“Trust me, I don’t think he’ll be disappointed,” Chloé mutters, linking her arm with Marinette’s so she can tug the other girl out of the classroom. “And don’t get used to this touchy-feely stuff. This is just the best way to get back at everyone without being mean, since you’re so sickly sweet. Ugh.”

“Uh huh.” Marinette’s voice is still a little high.

Chloé’s naturally a little wary about walking into their classroom arm-in-arm with someone who’d been her sworn enemy just hours earlier, but it’s totally worth it to see the looks of utter shock on everyone’s face at seeing the two girls walk in together without trying to tear the other’s throat out.

“Marinette!” Mlle Bustier greets them at the door with a hand on Marinette’s shoulder and a warm smile for both of them. Honestly, Chloé’s got a real soft spot for their teacher, not that she’d dare admit it even under torture. “Are you feeling better? Will you be alright for class?”

Marinette looks around at their classmates, who are still staring at her. Up the back, Adrien’s waiting as promised, and he smiles and waves when she catches his eye. Chloé’s ready to gag at how Marinette will undoubtedly melt and die, but she’s pleasantly surprised to see Marinette just hold her head high and nod.

“I’ll be okay, Mlle Bustier,” Marinette says. “I’ve got Chloé and Adrien to support me now.”

Ugh, of course she’d still see Chloé as a friend even after Chloé insisted that this was a truce.

...Nah, who is Chloé kidding?

“Wonderful! Take your seats, girls. I won’t punish you for being late.”

“Yeah, for once it’s not Marinette’s fault that she’s late,” Chloé says as Marinette heads for the back of the room, determinedly not looking anyone in the eye. She wishes she could snap a picture of the look on Lila’s face at seeing Marinette sitting next to Adrien at the back. Honestly, the utter fury and outrage would be the finest piece of art at the Louvre if someone was to paint it. Hmm, maybe she should get on her daddy’s case about that.

“Chloé,” Mlle Bustier says quietly before Chloé can sit down. “You were very brave to step up and be Ladybug today when everyone needed you. You were exceptional.”

“Of course I couldn’t let everyone down when they relied on me,” Chloé scoffs, preening at the praise. But she still can’t help smiling as she takes her usual seat next to Sabrina, who tries to catch her eye but can’t quite do so. Honestly, Chloé’s going to officially forgive Sabrina that afternoon, because it hadn’t been Chloé who Sabrina had turned her back on by sucking up to Lila. But not just yet.

Just when everyone’s about to settle down and at least try to do their schoolwork –

“My tinnitus is gone! It’s a miracle!”

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Love Can Melt the Ice, ch. 19

Summary: Figure skating time! Part 2.

A/N: I’m not gonna say much this time. I just... really hope you guys will enjoy this one. It’s important. Thank you ♥

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17, 18

Next chapter: x

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Words:4543 (yup. A monster)

Genre: hmmm.

Warnings: pls have your tooth brushes nearby.

Winry closed her eyes for a moment and peeked through the glass door again. Was she really seeing correctly? Ed? Talking with Mei Chang? Alone, without Al? What was he doing with her? There was no mistaking him, though; she could clearly see his long golden mane, the crutches in his hands and the cast in his left leg.

She knew they hadn’t seen her yet and tried to figure out how to get out of the arena without being noticed. If she just marched out there and asked what was going on, she would probably get to hear a bunch of lies, making the situation even worse. Still, she couldn’t stand behind the door either; people were coming in and out, and she’d get caught staring. She decided to use another exit on the other side of the arena, casting one last look towards the door before biting her lip and turning away.

Had Winry stayed 10 seconds longer, she would have seen Al joining Ed and Mei, giving Mei something as he arrived. Not long after, the group separated, Ed leaving towards the hotel, Al and Mei towards a restaurant. But she didn’t see any of that, so her mind was racing 120 km/hour as she took the longer route to another exit.

One, a small part of her was yelling extremely loud curses in her head, but the rational part of her tried to convince her that what she had just seen meant nothing. Maybe Ed had just been waiting to see her and accidentally bumped into Mei. Winry knew Mei well enough to know she was very familiar with hockey, so maybe she had recognized Ed and wanted to introduce herself. Besides, after the sweet, private moments in her room, would Ed really just ignore all that? That didn’t seem like something he would do.

Winry realized that if she was going to make this, what could be a beginning of a meaningful relationship, work, she had to trust him. And in the end, nothing about the meeting she had witnessed had suggested anything more than a friendly encounter. But still, where had Al been? And why had she smiled so widely at him? And why did all of this have to happen now that she was supposed to focus on her competition and they were going to leave to their home country in only a few days?

When Winry got back into her hotel room, she decided to do what best calmed down her mind; drawing blueprints for her next mechanical project. When she began drawing, she had no idea what she wanted to make, but soon the sketch started to become clearer; it resembled an arm. At first she thought she was unconsciously drawing the exact copy of Ed’s automail arm, but at closer inspection she realized it looked different. It looked more like the person whom she was imagining using it; a flame symbol decorated the top plate, reminding her of his fierce nature. Even though the material she wanted to use for this automail was lighter than the one he was now using, the layers it had made it stronger. She had to admit, she quite liked how it ended up looking.

Just when she was putting away her pencils and erasers, her phone started ringing.

“Granny! Hi! How are you doing?” Winry had been thinking about her grandmother quite a lot for the past few days, so hearing her familiar voice made her feel better.

“I’m doing just fine, dear. But I must say, I am slightly surprised you haven’t called me since the team event. I hope everything’s fine there, though, because it’s not like you to ignore your grandmother.”

“E-everything’s alright! I hope you saw my performance today. Only 0,10 points from the lead!”

“I saw it! You looked wonderful out there. But you don’t sound very convincing, I hope it really is alright.”

“It’s… a long story. Granny, I… like someone.”

“Really? Now that’s a surprise. I thought you are so into your sport you don’t have time for anything else.”

“Yeah… I kinda thought so too. So, do you remember Edward Elric from Resembool? Our ex neighbor?”

“Of course I do! You guys were always at it, fighting with each other all the time, but if someone dared to say a bad word about you, he was always there to defend you.” Pinako smiled at her memory. “Have you seen him there? Doesn’t he play hockey these days?”

“Yes, I have, and he does… You see… He’s kinda the person I like. And I think he likes me too.”

“Oh! Well, if he’s anything like his parents, I’m sure he’s a decent person.”

“He is… Only, today I saw him talking with my rival and… I don’t know what to think about it. I mean, it probably was nothing, but… I got jealous.”

“If he is in his right mind, he doesn’t even look at anyone else when he could have my granddaughter. Don’t worry, Winry. If that bothers you, why don’t you just ask him?”

“I already had one opportunity, but I chickened… And I can’t ask him now because I said we should keep some distance between us until my competition is over.”

“You have put yourself in quite a situation. But my advice is that just talk with him. That way you’ll know what exactly happened.”

“Right. Thanks, granny.”

“No problem.”

After saying her worries aloud, Winry realized how silly they must have sounded. After all, it wasn’t like Ed wasn’t allowed to talk with other girls. That’s why she decided to change the topic: “Hey, listen! I just drew some blueprints for an automail and I’d like you to take a look at it. I’ll send you a photo and you can then tell me your opinion on it!”

The grandmother and granddaughter spent the rest of the evening discussing Winry’s automail, Pinako giving Winry some advice and improvement suggestions and Winry doing the necessary changes. By the end of the evening, she was feeling like herself again, and was already imagining how Ed would react when she’d show him the blueprints.

…

“Next up, performing her free program, Winry Rockbell!”

Winry inhaled and exhaled deeply and shook her limbs to warm the muscles up before finally stepping on the ice. She had thought the previous performances would have calmed her nerves a bit, but as she was waiting for the music to start playing, she realized that this was every bit as hard as it had been earlier. Maybe even harder in a certain sense. The reason for that was sitting in the stands, or at least she assumed he did. For some reason, knowing that he was watching, made this performance more personal.

When Garfiel, who usually made Winry’s choreographies, had suggested her free program would have a romantic theme, Winry hadn’t liked the idea. Romantic love had always been a foreign area to her, and she had never even officially dated anyone even though the reason for that wasn’t the lack of interested people. It was the lack of interesting people. The few times she had been on dates, she had noticed the other person was on a totally different wave length from her, not caring about the same things she did, or asking her out simply because they had recognized her from TV. Sometimes she had wondered if there was something wrong with her, or if she was simply an a-sexual, but she hadn’t gotten answers to her questions until she arrived in the Olympic venue.

Was it love she was feeling towards Ed? Winry had always been one to think that real love didn’t strike anyone that fast, but when she had told Ed she was falling for him, she had meant it. She might not be quite there yet, but she was on her way. The thought of getting to spend more time with him and learn to know him even better excited her. On the other hand, she had felt jealous when she saw Ed with Mei, which was an emotion only familiar to her from her childhood when she had seen her classmates getting hugs and kisses from their parents, and she had only had her grandmother. She knew Ed could be a tough person to handle on his worst days, but somehow, she believed the good days would win them 100-0. If he gave her a chance…

Because of all this, she felt she understood the character she was acting in her performance a lot better now. Earlier, she had often gotten critique for performing the elements cleanly but lacking in the emotion department. The audience would see a robot doing what she was supposed to do, not having any emotional connection with the performance. Now, she wished that she could use her recent experiences to build a believable story that did move something in the audience’s hearts.

She quickly tested that her hair and the bright red dress with a lot of glitter on it (Garfiel’s idea) were where they were supposed to be and finally heard the first sounds of the romantic song starting to play, meaning it was go-time.

The first element in her free program was a triple Lutz – triple toe loop combination. She managed to land it cleanly, but was worried her body language was screaming she didn’t know what to do… If only she’d get the three first jump elements out of the way, then she could breathe a bit. The step sequences and spins had always been more of her thing.

Double Axel. Done! And she felt she would have had enough speed to keep on rotating but decided to not risk it this time. There would be a time and place for a surprise factor later on…

Then came the final jumps of the first half of her performance, a triple Salchow – triple toe loop combination. Unfortunately, Winry had gotten a bit too confident after the double Axel, and she slipped a bit between the jumps, having to cut the rotation short and making it only double toe loop. Not a big loss, considering she still hadn’t fallen or otherwise failed, but it still bummed her for a moment.

She didn’t have time to get stuck on that one slight slip, though, because she already needed to start focusing on the first spin. It was successful, and finally she managed to make herself smile a bit as she moved onto the step sequence. Even though step sequences had always been her favorite part of her programs, she found this particular one challenging because she was supposed to express the happiness of having met someone special. Now she understood that emotion better, though, and the audience oohed and aahed with excitement as they watched her move swiftly, the smile coming from her heart instead of being forced.

…

“How the hell did she do that?” Ed asked as Al and he were watching Winry performing a triple flip – double toe loop – double loop combination. To Ed even one jump was amazing, to perform 3 of them in a row was beyond his understanding.

“It’s called routine, brother, she has practiced that for years,” Al stated. It was really amusing to watch how into Ed could get into this sport he knew nothing about, all because of that young woman who was currently gliding on the ice. If he was honest, Ed was the last person he would have expected to see in such a situation, but it was a nice change, and he could see it was doing good to his brother.

Ed yelled proudly when he saw Winry perform another jump, triple Lutz this time, then turned to look at Al briefly:

“Do you think she has a chance of winning this?”

“It is going well, I don’t see why not. But the competition is tough.”

“Right.”

“Hold on a sec.” Al held his breath for a moment when Winry was in the air again. “That isn’t… yup, it is! Triple Axel!”

Ed didn’t really know what a triple Axel was, or how it differed from the other jumps (he made a mental note to learn more about it later), but it must have been something awesome because the entire audience around him was roaring with excitement.

“W-what?” he asked.

“Brother, you really should do some studying on figure skating… Only a few female skaters have managed to land it successfully in a competition. She did it in the team event here, but I believe that’s when she got hurt… But based on her reactions there were no issues this time! Now she REALLY has a chance of winning!”

Ed focused his attention on Winry’s facial expressions and noticed that she really did seem like a huge weight had fallen from her shoulders as she was performing a choreographic sequence. In fact, her expression looked a lot like the one he had only seen on her face when they had been alone in her room. But why would she…

“Uh, Al? What do you think this performance is about?” he asked suddenly.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s a love story, she meets someone and shows her love for that person.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

Ed felt a blush spreading on his face as he took Al’s words in. Suddenly focusing on the performance felt a bit harder. He did see her jump one last time (Al did say the jump’s name but he missed it) and do the spin combination that finished the routine, but his mind was elsewhere. He would have to tell her about his decision soon.

…

“Congratulations, dear, that was a fantastic performance! I am so proud of you! And that triple Axel? Only you would have had guts to do that again after what happened the last time! But the risk was worth it!”

“Thank you, Garfiel!” Winry said as she hugged her coach. “I felt… I needed to prove myself I could do it even though I would have probably done just fine even with a double Axel… “

“To me it looked like you also did a lot better job portraying the emotions of your character… Is there any specific reason for that?”

“Uhh… nothing you need to know right now… I’ll tell you some other time,” Winry answered awkwardly.

Winry barely had time to take a breath after pulling away from Garfiel when two new sets of arms surrounded her.

“If that isn’t a gold winning performance, I don’t know what is!” Paninya squeeled and Rosé agreed with her.

“Oh, come on, guys, you are not here to celebrate me, you are my rivals!” Winry scolded them. “Now, if you don’t go back to your preparations, I’m gonna kick your asses. And Garfiel, we need to go, they are gonna announce the points any minute now.”

They sat down on their seats, and sure enough, only a few moments later the announcer yelled:

“And Winry Rockbell’s points are… 150,15! Together with the short program, that makes 232,10 points! What an astounding performance! That is her personal best!”

“Wow…” was all Winry could say.

“Winry, my dear… I think a new champion has risen.” Garfiel said next to her.

…

Paninya and Rosé’s turn was soon after, and both succeeded well with their performances. Paninya got her personal best score and Rosé got her seasonal best as well. The two of them were already ready to celebrate Winry’s victory when it was Mei Chang’s turn, and they held their breaths (probably more nervous than Winry herself) as she performed. The audience reacted loudly to her elements and it was clear everything was going according to Mei’s plan.

A few minutes later, her points were announced: 148,5. Together with the short program, that wasn’t enough to top Winry. She couldn’t help but smile a bit, remembering what she had seen the day before. This also Winry really had a chance of winning the entire competition.

The last skater of the night, and Winry’s biggest challenger, was Lan Fan from Xing. She had gotten just slightly better points than Winry in the short program, but she was known to shine in her free programs, so despite Winry’s amazing points, nothing had been decided yet.

As expected, she performed her elements flawlessly, but her jumps were slightly easier than Winry’s, and at least in Garfiel’s opinion she seemed to lack the charm Winry had had on the ice. Winry watched the performance in the dressing room with the other girls, but when she met with Garfiel afterwards, she found him biting his fingernails nervously.

Winry wasn’t sure what she was feeling at that moment. The biggest part of her was relieved it was over; no matter what would happen, she already knew she had done her best and would go home with a medal. However, there was a reason why she was a professional athlete; she did have the competitive side in her, and that side tried to argue with the rational side that said she could be proud of herself, either way. A silver would be a disappointment after such a performance.

Winry’s heart was beating fast when Garfiel took her hand as the announcer started to speak.

“Lan Fan’s points are: 149,10! That means she wins the silver medal, winning her country woman Mei Chang by a point. Our Olympic gold medal winner is… Winry Rockbell from Amestris!!!”

…

“Ed, you gotta go!” Al tried to get him to leave the arena before the rest of the audience would.

“What, I want to congratulate her! Dammit, Al! This is the biggest moment of her career so far and you are telling me to leave?!”

“I mean, she’s gonna have a party, and you can’t go there looking like that! Brother, please!”

“Fine. But if you see her, you’ll tell her that I’ll see her soon, right?”

“Of course! Just go now.”

…

She really was the Olympic champion. When the information sunk in, it seemed like her brain just turned off and she could remember only bits and pieces of what happened afterwards.

There were a lot of hugs. Garfiel, waiting for the points next to her, was obviously the first one to hug her. Rosé, Paninya and Gracia were all waiting for her by the rinkside, giving her quick, tight hugs before she had to go back to the ice to accept her reward. When she joined the other medalists on the ice, they hugged her too, and especially Mei seemed really enthusiastic and happy for her, making Winry a bit confused. Was there something going on she didn’t know about? In that moment, she only wished she could find the person she wanted to hug the most, but scanning the audience with her eyes, she couldn’t find him. One would have thought it would be easy to spot the two golden haired men in the audience, and she knew for fact they had promised to be there, but for some reason she couldn’t find them.

She accepted the flowers and the plush she was given (the actual medal would be given later that day in a special ceremony outside the arena) and after skating a few rounds and thanking the audience, she tried to get into the dressing room to change into something more comfortable. That turned out to be difficult though, with all the passing people wanting to congratulate her and get her first comments, and it took her at least 15 minutes to finally get into her destination.

“You haven’t possibly seen Ed and his brother anywhere?” Winry asked her figure skating team that was already starting the party in the dressing room, popping a bottle of champagne that someone had hidden into the locker.

“No, not a glimpse,” Paninya and Rose answered in unison. Winry started getting anxious. This was such a huge moment for her, and she really wanted all her favorite people to be around.

It took a while before she could leave anywhere because glasses needed to be emptied, speeches given and songs sung. Paninya even threatened to throw Winry into the cold shower like was the habit in the hockey world, but fortunately for Winry, she managed to talk her out of it. Eventually, she managed to sneak out with the excuse that she needed to go back into her hotel room because she had left her party dress there.

Before she would do that, though, she would find out where the hell Edward was. He hadn’t even answered her calls while the other girls had taken Garfiel into the cold shower instead of her. Briefly, she wondered if that meeting with Mei had something to do with this, but quickly pushed that thought aside. Now was not the time for that.

When she got into the hotel hallway that Amestris’ athletes shared, she debated for a long while if she should go and change like she was supposed to, or if she should just march into Ed’s room and let him hear it if he happened to be there. She chose the latter.

“Edward Elric! If you are there, get your ass out right now!” she nearly yelled as she banged his door. She wasn’t actually expecting anyone to be there, so when she heard the sound of the crutches from inside the room, her eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Hi?” Ed opened the door, revealing the black suit and a red tie he was wearing. Winry looked at his outfit with confusion.

“Are you going somewhere?”

She guessed it was too much to ask him to spend this important night with her.

“Aren’t you?” Ed took in the tiny red figure skating dress she was still wearing. Why did she have to look so good in it, he growled in his mind. “I’m not sure that dress is the most appropriate one for a formal party.”

“What are you talking about?” Winry felt she understood less and less about what was going on.

“That you and I are gonna go to your party, what else would I be talking about?”

“I thought… I thought…” Winry couldn’t form a full sentence. He had been thinking about her after all.

“What?” Ed asked, equally confused.

“That you had forgotten. Or didn’t want to go. Or had other plans…”

“And why would you think that?” Ed frowned. He didn’t understand why Winry was acting so weirdly all of a sudden.

“Because I didn’t see you at the arena! And you didn’t answer to my call! And I saw you hanging out with Mei Chang the other day!” she blurted without thinking.

“Again: what? Winry, there’s a good explanation to all of those things. I left the arena early because when it became clear you would win, Al forced me to come back here to clean up because apparently I couldn’t look like an emo at your party. I wouldn’t have wanted to leave. He also promised to let you know I would be waiting here. Which clearly he didn’t. And I didn’t hear your phone call because I was in the shower. And I definitely wasn’t with Mei because I wanted to, but because Al told me to wait with her while he was getting her some flowers or chocolate or who knows what unnecessary… They were gonna go out for a dinner, you see.”

“So… you’re saying all of that was just an unfortunate misunderstanding?”

“Yes, you silly.”

“Great. Of course I would ruin my own party by overthinking things.” Winry sat down on Ed’s bed and covered her face with her hand with embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be mad at yourself. You couldn’t have known.” Ed sat down next to Winry, setting his crutches down, and took her chin between his thumb and index finger and lifted it, so she was staring right in his eyes.

“But I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence because she noticed the expression on Ed’s face, and it nearly made her knees go weak. She had seen that fierce, determined look a couple of times before, all of them right before they had almost…

Only this time there wasn’t “almost”. Ed hesitated only one moment, deciding this was a now or never situation, and with his free hand he pulled her closer. He moved the hand that had been holding her chin behind her neck, while he was wondering how she would react to what he was about to do. Winry didn’t have time to close her eyes before he pressed his lips against hers, a bit sloppily but firmly, soon finding the right angle to get best access to her lips. Winry couldn’t help but smile into the kiss when her brain finally registered what was happening. He really was kissing her.

All too fast, he pulled away, his heart pounding faster than in a hockey game and his cheeks adorably red. Winry thought she couldn’t have looked much calmer herself. She had imagined this situation so many times in her head, but now that it finally happened, she couldn’t nearly believe it. From that little preview she knew she wanted that to happen again. And last a lot longer.

Finally, her brain recovered enough to be able to form full sentences:

“Hold on. Ed, would you care to explain what this means? Didn’t you say the other day you had promised…”

“Shhh, just listen. I can’t… I can’t promise it’s always gonna be an easy road, but… I want to try.” Winry looked at him expectantly, so he continued: “You have made me see I don’t have to do this alone, and I really owe you a lot for that. You have made me feel happy even though normally I wouldn’t even be able to get out of my bed in this situation.” Winry knew he was referring to his broken leg and the tournament that had ended too early for him. “So that’s really amazing. You just seem to have that weird power. You know, you deserve to be happy, and I… I want to be someone who makes you happy. Equivalent exchange, right?”

“Ed!” she squealed and hugged him so forcefully he almost fell from the bed.

“So, what do you say? Do you want to give me a shot?” he asked nervously.

“Yes, you idiot!”

This time it was her turn to initiate the kiss. It was much longer than the first one, and Ed even allowed his hand to wander on the backside of Winry’s thin dress, feeling the smooth material and causing chills in Winry’s core.

“By the way… Congratulations,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“For what?” Winry had nearly forgotten what had happened only a little while ago.

“For winning the Olympic gold, dummy. My girlfriend is world’s best figure skater!” Ed exclaimed proudly.

“Oh… thank you.” Winry blushed and pecked his lips once more.

“So… Will you get your dress changed?” Ed asked with much more confidence when they pulled apart.

“Yes… But if you think I’ll let you watch just because you’re my boyfriend now… well, I dare you to try.”

“You’re feisty. I like that.” Ed snorted and Winry threw a pillow at him.

Ed stayed nicely in his room while Winry went to change, but the whole time both of them had huge smiles on their faces. Somehow, Winry had a feeling she had just won something far more valuable than an Olympic gold.

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fullmetal alchemist #ice skating au #lcmti #aa i'm so excite #i have wanted to write this a loong time #pls review pls

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Can u pls write a barry allen x reader where the reader works for team arrow w oliver queen so they have to spend lots of time together and barry gets super jealous. And then one night at a arrow x flash gathering he gets really jealous and goes home early but the reader chases after him and reassures him something super fluffy pls xxx

I don’t think this was super fluffy at all, I’m quite sorry for that!! Thank you for sending in the request - I really need me some speedster love. Hope you enjoy this nevertheless!!

Barry shakes his head. He really didtry his hardest not to let this get to him but seeing you there, talking,smiling and being all chummy with Oliver is just too much for him to handle.His heart hurts and it just hurts seeing you like that with anyone but him.Barry takes one last longing look at you but as soon as the meeting is over,without waiting for you, Barry runs home.

“Thanks for bringing in yourboyfriend, Y/N.” Oliver teases knowing just how much it makes you flush wheneverhe talks about Barry and you smack his arm lightly. “But really though, thankyou. Having him around was a really big help and we would not have been able todo it without him.” Oliver tells you earnestly. He knows for sure the onlyreason Barry had agreed to helping is mainly because of you. Not that he minds atall. It was really nice having a speedster on his side.

You exchange a few more words withOliver before saying your goodbyes to your own team. You frown when you realizethe man you are looking for is not with his team so you approach Cisco instead.“Do you know where Barry went? We were supposed to go for dinner after this…”You even had reservations – perks of knowing Oliver Queen – for the both of youat this new restaurant that just opened in town.

Cisco glances around before shrugginghis shoulders. “Sorry, Y/N – he was here a moment ago.” He tells youapologetically but you shake your head, dismissing his apology. You take outyour phone and tried calling him. The first few calls went unanswered but yourfourth call, Barry finally picks up.

“Hey, Barry! Where are you? I thoughtwe were going to go for dinner?” You ask him, chewing the inside of your cheek.It made you worry when Barry failed to answer your calls – he normally neverdoes that, so you must have done something wrong? But you try to recall whatyou have done throughout the entire day.

Barry stays silent for a few minutes.“Why don’t you just go and have that dinner with Oliver instead.” He says it soquietly you almost missed it but because you know Barry like the back of yourhand, the moment those words left his mouth, you knew something was wrong.

“Where are you?” You ask him insteadof entertaining his suggestion.

Barry sighs and you can hear therustle of bedsheets. “Home.”

You nod your head. “Alright.” Withoutsaying anything, you hang up the call. You knew if you tell Barry you weregoing after him, he would probably run away before you could even get there. Youtake a look at both Teams before excusing yourself, telling Oliver to give youthe weekend off.

“Okay? See you next week then, Y/N.”Oliver calls out as you leave the base.

Barry sighs, running his hand throughhis hair, roughly messing it up. His jealousy got the best of him again and hemust have made you upset because you had hung up the call immediately. He knowsthere is nothing going on between Oliver and you but he just can’t help it –the chemistry between the two of you cannot be denied and you are alwaysworking together with Oliver too. It’s just too much for him sometimes.

Barry must have been too lost in hisown thoughts because he almost falls off the bed when you threw yourself on topof him, pinning him down on the bed. He stares at you in surprise and look awaywhen you lean closer to him. He could have gotten out of your hold but he knewthe moment he tries to do so, you will probably get a hold of him again.

“Why did you leave, Barry? I evenmade reservations for us at the new restaurant I was telling you about.” Youtry to look at your boyfriend’s face but he was having none of it, preferringto look at everything but you. You sigh and lean away, letting go of his arms. “Barry,are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” You ask him, you have triedcoming up with possibilities of why your Barry might be mad at you but you havecome up empty.

Barry lets out a rough sigh beforesitting up, holding your waist. He finally looks at you, aware of the hurt andconfusion he must have caused you. “It’s nothing, Y/N.” He shakes his head butthe frown on your face deepens. “It’s just something silly.” He murmurs butwhen you grab his face with your hand, Barry stares at you without anyreservations.

“Tell me please.” You look up at him,caressing his cheek soothingly with your thumb and Barry must have foundwhatever it was he had been searching on your face because he uses his hand tocover yours, pulling it on to his lap instead, lacing your fingers with his.

“It’s just that… I got jealous,alright?” Barry confesses and you stare at him in shock. “I saw you with Oliverand it just made me think why you are with me when obviously you could be withsomeone like Oliver – he has the looks, the money and even has power.” Barryshakes his head as he lists all the points he can think of – the more he tellsyou, the more he realizes just how silly this is because he knows you are notone who chases after the looks, money and power. “It’s silly and I just, myjealousy got the best of me and I left, okay?”

You reach for Barry’s face and bringhis head down to meet yours. The kiss the two of you shared is not as innocentas they normally are but instead you poured all of your feelings in to thekiss, letting Barry know that he is the only one for you. When you pull away,Barry is staring at you.

“Barry Allen, you need to get this into your head – Oliver Queen may have all of those you said but he isn’t the oneI fell irrevocably in love with!” You poke his chest. “I fell in love with you -a day has never gone by without me thinking about you! I am absolutely crazyabout you, Barry!” You exclaim firmly. “Oliver may shoot arrows but you are theone that makes my heart race like crazy and I love you, Barry Allen.”

A small grin appears on Barry’s faceand you stare at him. “That was just a very bad reference, Y/N.” He could nothelp but chuckle at the indignant look you have but before you could even sayanything else, Barry pulls you in to his embrace and buries his nose on yourhair, pressing his lips multiple times on your forehead.

You pout and try to cross your armsbecause you are not done telling Barry just how much you love him but it seemslike Barry is having none of it as he continues to hug you close to him everysingle time you try to struggle out of his hold. “I’m sorry, Y/N – I need abetter hold on my jealousy,” Barry tells you after a while when you havefinally relaxed in his hold, content to playing with his back instead, drawingshapeless figures.

You shake your head, “But thereshould not be a reason for you to be jealous in the first place – I love you,Barry.” You tell him and Barry pulls back to look at you. He grabs your face,pulling and squishing your cheeks before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I know and I really love you too,Y/N. I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “Also sorry because that reservation is goingto end up getting wasted.” He tells you apologetically when he remembers thedinner plans the two of you made. You shake your head, pressing a kiss on hispalm. “Will you forgive me for ever doubting you?”

“Only if you buy dinner for the nexttwo weeks and I get my favourite flowers every now and then,” You lift up afinger to stop Barry from talking. “And if you take me out on dates too!” Youlist out cheekily. Barry laughs before nodding his head. He brings your fingersto his lips, kissing each and every one of them.

“I’ll start with one now.” Barrydisappears in a blink on an eye before reappearing, making you sit on his lapinstead. He hands you your favourite take-out food. “It’s too late for me toget your favourite flowers but we can enjoy dinner, if you like?” He asks youand you grin happily at him.

“Good idea!”

Barry watches you lovingly for a fewminutes. How could he ever doubt you in the first place? He also knows you onlyhave eyes for him – it is very obvious now that the jealousy is gone and thatyou have reassured him countless of times about your love for him. “Hey, Y/N?”

You look up from your food, frowningwhen you realize that Barry has yet to touch his. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You blush. “I love you too.”

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