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Sonic thr Hedgehog blinked as Amy Rose told him the last thing he’d ever think he’d hear from her. “Any, are you sure?”
Amy Rose nodded. “Uh-huh… but look on the bright side. I won’t chase you around anymore. In fact, I’ll stop butting in your adventures. I’ll have some of my own.”
Sonic nodded. “So, um… if ya don’t mind my asking… how did you find out?”
Amy sighed. “Me and Rouge were teamed up to infiltrate one of Eggman’s bases and we got pinned down. We had no idea where the hell you were. Things looked bleak. I asked Rouge if she had any regrets. She said “Just one.” before she… kissed me,” she blushed. “And it… awoke something in me.”
Sonic nodded. “Gotcha. So… are you and Rouge…?”
Amy laughed. “That floozie? God, no! I have some standards!” She looked out at Green Hill Zone as the sun set. “I guess I’m just… waiting to see if Ms. Right is out there, you know?”
Sonic smiled. “Right on, girl. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’s your story. I just run through it.”
Amy smiled and kissed Sonic’s cheek. It was purely a sisterly kiss. There was no romance in it. “You’re a great friend, Sonic. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”
“No harm, no foul, Amy.” Sonic smiled. “Just… keep in touch. Especially if you ever need a rescue. For old time’s sake.”
—A few months later—
Amy frowned as she came upon a factory in the Chemical Plant Zone. She had heard from a reliable source that, though Dr. Eggman had moved on from this zone, he still had some operational badniks in the area.
Amy hefted her trusty Piko Piko Hammer. “Guess it’s time to bust some badniks.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth that a scream tore through the air.
“Someone’s in trouble!” Amy raced toward the source of the scream until she came upon a quartet of Motobugs and a Buzz Bomber cornering a female red panda against a factory wall.
Amy gripped her hammer. “Not on my watch,” she put her fingers to her lips and whistled. The badniks turned and regarded her. Amy fearlessly put her hammer on the ground and rested her foot on it. “Look, Sonic’s obviously not here to show you jerks how to behave. Too bad for you. At least, then, this would be quick.” With a shout, Amy charged forward and brought her hammer down on the Buzz Bomber, smashing it to the ground.
The Motobugs angrily barreled towards her, but she just knocked them into next week (and each other) with a single swing. “Well, I was wrong. That was quick.”
She then turned to the red panda, still cowering in fear. Her red fur was matted with soot. She had rings of white fur around her bright blue eyes, her muzzle, and her tail. Her elegant white dress was torn and matted as well. The satchel at her shoulder was banged up and close to falling apart. Her small red feet were bare and heavily bandaged. Clearly, the poor girl was far from home and in more trouble than Amy previously thought.
Amy gently approached her, dropping her hammer and raising her hands. “It’s ok… you’re safe now. My name’s Amy. Amy Rose. I’m a hero.”
“You…you are?” the red panda looked at all the broken robot parts. “Are…you strong?”
Amy smiled. “I like to think so,” she looked down at the girl’s bandaged feet. “You’ve been walking a long time, haven't you?”
“Many moons,” the panda girl bowed. “My name is Blossom. I come from a mountain village. My people, the red pandas, were medics, healers, and shamans. We had no quarrel with any living thing. But then… we were attacked by a man in a flying egg and his beasts of iron.”
Amy’s fists clenched. “Dr. Eggman…”
Blossom nodded. “He… destroyed my village. My parents helped me to escape and promised they would find me again… but that was moons ago…” she started to tear up. “I don't even know if they’re alive…any of them.”
Amy’s temper flared at the thought of Eggman destroying more innocent lives, but she forced herself to let go of those feelings. Eggman was the concern of Sonic and his team of Freedom Fighters.
Right now, Blossom was Amy’s concern.
She put a hand on Blossom’s shoulder. “Hey, you can't lose hope. You’ll find them.
Blossom sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Thank you, Amy Rose. You are very kind.”
“It’s what heroes do. Now, why don't we get you to a doctor? Then we can see about getting your dress patched up.”
Blossom nodded. “Very well. I would be honored.”
“Excuse my hands.” Amy picked Blossom up and held her bridal style. “You’re not walking another step.” she made her way back to Green Hill Zone, unaware that her new charge was blushing under her fur as she gazed at her hero.
—
At the Green Hills Infirmary, Blossom winced as the doctor unwrapped the bandages around her feet. “Ai…be soft…” she begged.
“Apologies, young lady,” the doctor said gently. “But perhaps you should invest in a pair of shoes once you’re all healed up.”
Blossom sighed. “If I must… but in my village, there was never a need to cover our feet and cut off our connection to Mobius.”
Amy, who stayed by Blossom’s side to make sure she was alright, raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said your people were healers and medics and stuff. Why didn't you heal your own wounds?”
Blossom put her palms together. “It is against our ways to use the knowledge we possess to heal ourselves. We are meant to share knowledge rather than hoard it.”
Amy nodded in understanding. “Gotcha,” she looked at the doctor. “How bad is it, Doc?”
“Miraculously, not as bad as it could have been. Some minor cuts and bruises, but no infections. A few days of bed rest and some healing balm, she should be right as rain.”
Blossom smiled. “Small blessings.”
Amy smiled too. “Well, you’ll have to stay here until your feet heal, but I’ll come by every day to check up on you. If that’s ok.”
Blossom nodded. “I would be honored. It will give me time to come up with a way to properly thank you.”
“Aw, come on, I don't do this for thanks.” Amy insisted.
“Amy Rose, please,” Blossom fixed her bright blue eyes on Amy’s green ones. “You saved my life. Allow me the honor of repaying your kindness.”
Amy sighed as she relented. “Well, alright.”
—
The next day, Amy, fresh from a shopping trip, knocked on Blossom’s door. “Hey, it’s me. Can I come in?”
“Please.” Blossom responded.
Amy walked in. “I brought some food in case you were hungry, a couple of different fabric swatches so we can get started on mending your dress, and-” she trailed off as she noticed Blossom sitting upright with her knees tucked under her chin. “Hey…are you ok?”
Blossom shook her head. “Close the door. I don't want to be overheard. It’s embarrassing.”
Amy shut the door, set the bags down and sat on the foot of the bed. “What’s wrong?”
Blossom looked at her bedside table. A small pot full of a blue past sat there. “The doctor said that the healing balm has to be..” she looked down. “Rubbed in once a day for the next five days. But… I don't like the idea of strangers touching my feet. They’re so… sensitive. I never covered them back home. The grass was so soft…”
“Hey, I understand your hesitation, Blossom, but you have to get better if you want to find your family. These doctors are professionals. They know what they’re doing.”
“I know… and I do want to get better…” she raised her eyes to look at Amy, her ringed tail shyly coiling around her feet. “Do you think… you could do it?”
Amy blushed. “M-me? But… you hardly know me better than the doctors.”
“True, but you…saved my life. I can just feel that you are truly a good soul,” Blossom looked away. “Of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable…”
Amy shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll do it.”
She got off the bed, grabbed the balm, then sat back down, patting her lap. “Alright, put your feet on my lap.”
Blossom did so. “J-just…be soft.”
“I’ll do my best.'' After carefully unwrapping Blossom’s bandages, Amy removed her gloves and rubbed the palm on her palms. Then, she began to rub it into the cuts on Blossom's white soles. The red panda squirmed and giggled, but kept still.
Amy smiled. “Your feet are really soft, Blossom. And…kinda cute. What’s your secret? Cuz it can't just be a secluded barefoot lifestyle in the mountains.”
Blossom giggled. “Okay, so maybe the mountain range we lived in had thermal pools rich in minerals. But I’m sure you have something similar here,” she blushed. “Your hands are quite soft themselves. They feel…wonderful.”
Amy blushed. “W-well, maybe I can come by and do this for you every day until you’re better.”
Blossom nodded. “I would like that.”
Once the balm had been applied and Blossom’s bandages were switched out with fresh ones, the two young ladies chatted casually over food and compared fabric swatches. Amy talked about her friends, how she became a hero, and about Sonic. She was embarrassed to admit her past obsession with him. “I confused his genuine care and offer of friendship for love. It took me years to realize that I didn't actually love him. But we’re still good friends.”
Blossom smiled. “We all have a path in life. It may have twists and turns, but it is the path we walk,” she wiggled her toes. “Some more literally than others.”
Amy scanned Blossom’s tattered white dress. It had long billowing sleeves and stopped just short of her ankles. A golden line of cross stitch designs traced from the nape of her neck down to the hem. “Your dress is so cute, by the way. I hope we can get it repaired. What’s it made out of?”
“Bamboo fibers from my village,” Blossom smiled sadly. “It was a gift from my mother, and now it is ruined.”
Amy frowned, feeling sorry for her new friend. “There’s nothing close to the material among these swatches? I grabbed as many different ones as I could,” she looked down at her lap. “Once you’re cleared to leave… maybe we can venture back to your village and see if any bamboo survived.”
Blossom reached over and put her hand on Amy’s knee. “Don't worry yourself, Amy Rose. You have done more than enough to honor me,” she smiled. “But if you truly wish to see my village, I would be honored to show you the way.”
Amy smiled back. “You know, you can just call me Amy. We’re friends.”
“But Amy Rose flows so beautifully,” Blossom blushed, not that Amy could see. “And it fits with my name. Rose and Blossom.”
Amy blushed too. “Oh… I guess it does… well, then, I guess you can call me by my full name… Oh, I nearly forgot!” Amy reached into one of the shopping bags she had brought and pulled out a pair of white slip-on shoes. “For when you get out. Just to be safe.”
Blossom looked at the shoes with disdain, but nodded. “If I must…”
—
Over the next few days, Amy was as good as her word, visiting Blossom every day and helping her rub the healing balm into her injuries. Afterward, Blossom would reach into her old satchel and pull out scrolls. “These are stories of my village. I packed them before I left because knowledge of every sort is sacred.” She would first read the story in her native language, which sounded wonderful to Amy’s ears, then translate as best she could. “I’m sorry some things get lost in translation, Amy Rose.”
Amy giggled. “It’s alright, Blossom. I'm still honored you’re sharing the stories of your village with me.”
“There is no one I would rather share them with.” Blossom replied.
—
On the fifth day, the doctor came in, removed the bandages, and examined Blossom’s feet. He smiled. “Any lasting pain? Numbness? Anything?”
Blossom shook her head. “None. I feel fine.”
“Then you’re all clear.”
“Alright, way to go, Blossom!” Amy cheered.
Blossom put her hands together and inclined her head. “I wouldn't be here if not for you, Amy Rose. Please, allow me to repay you. Properly thank you for honoring me with your kindness.”
Amy smirked. “Hold that thought. Now that you’re cleared to leave,” she gestured to the white slip-ons by the bed. “You gotta wear these.
Blossom pouted. “Fine. But allow me to start paying you back by cooking you dinner at your house. Surely, I won't have to wear those ridiculous things indoors?”
Amy giggled and shook her head. “No, you won't. And I accept your offer.”
—
Once the two reached the beach hut that served as Amy’s home, Blossom eagerly slipped off the slip-ons and wiggled her liberated toes. “Free at last. I don't understand how other people can wear those things. They stifle one’s connection to nature.”
“Most aren’t as in tune with nature as you.” Amy chuckled as closed the door behind them, then reached down and started to undo the straps of her boots.
“Amy Rose, wait. Allow me.” Blossom sat Amy down on the living room couch, knelt down, undid the straps of Amy’s boots and gently slid them off.
Any blushed hard. “Blossom, what are you doing?”
“Repaying you. You gave my feet attention. Let me do the same. Being a hero can't be easy on them.” Blossom replied.
Amy’s blush became so deep, she hid her face in her hands. “Just…be gentle.”
“As a summer breeze.” Blossom promised. She began to gently knead Amy’s tan soles.
Amy could feel stress that she wasn't even aware she had start to melt away. “Oh, wow…” she wiggles her toes with delight. “I guess I needed this.”
“I am honored to be the one to provide it,” Blossom moved down to Amy’s heels. “Ai, so much stress. Do you stand with your weight on your heels?
Amy shrugged. “Maybe sometimes…”
Blossom rolled her eyes. “Heroes…” As she continued to massage Amy’s feet, she smiled. “You know, you told me that my feet were soft and cute, but you clearly don't give yourself enough credit. What is your secret, Amy Rose?”
“Occasional spa treatments,” Amy blushed. “Though… you could give their masseuses a run for their money.”
“Perhaps I should stick around for a bit to judge them for myself. If that would be alright with you. I’d hate to intrude. No honor in that.” Blossom said.
“I wouldn't mind,” Amy replied. “Maybe we should take a few days to relax before we set out to find your people.”
“We?” Blossom asked, halting the massage.
“What, did you think I was going to send you out on your own?” Amy shook her head. “We’re in this together, Blossom. I saved your life, it’s only right that I help you find your people.”
“Amy Rose…” Blossom stood as she began to tear up again. “You do me too much honor… I can't possibly repay you…”
“Aw, Blossom,” Amy stood and gently took Blossom’s hands. “You don't have to repay me. I'm helping you because I like you and helping people, especially people we care about, is what heroes do,” she gently brushed the tears away. “If anything, you do me the honor by being my friend.”
Suddenly, Blossom leaned forward and kissed Amy. Amy was surprised at first, but as the kiss set off fireworks in her brain, she let her eyes close as she kissed back. She felt Blossom wrap her arms across her shoulders, so she wrapped hers around Blossom’s middle.
When Blossom pulled back, Amy was almost disappointed. The two opened their eyes and looked at each other, emerald meeting sapphire.
“Amy Rose, I… I didn't know how else to thank you for the honor you've shown me.” Blossom whispered shyly.
“Shhh…” Amy gently ran a hand through Blossom’s head fur. “You don't have to explain yourself. I liked it. A lot.”
Blossom smiled a little. “Then will you do me the honor of doing it again?”
“And again and again for as long as you want,” Amy promised before leaning in for another kiss. Blossom happily acquiesced.
When the second kiss parted, Blossom rested her forehead on Amy’s. “I love you, Amy Rose. I am yours.”
“I love you too, Blossom.” Amy went in for a third kiss but was stopped by her stomach growling.
Blossom giggled. “I suppose I should get started on dinner, then. What are you hungry for?”
“Just a good salad will do.” Amy requested.
Blossom smiled. “A fellow vegetarian. What are the odds?”
Amy chuckled. “Kinda makes me wonder how things would have worked out if I was in love with Sonic. He loves his chili dogs.”
Blossom pulled a disgusted face. “In my village, such a hedgehog would be regarded as a savage.”
Amy laughed as she followed Blossom into the kitchen. “He’s also a brave and noble hero,” she pondered something for a moment. “And he’s been around Mobius a time or two. Maybe I should give him a ring and see if he knows anything about the whereabouts of your people.”
Blossom nodded as she searched for a salad bowl and tongs. “Is he respectful?”
Amy nodded. “He may be a bit of a glory hog who can be full of himself, but at heart, he’s a loyal friend. I think you’d like him.”
Blossom rolled her eyes. “If you say so. When will you call him?”
“Tomorrow,” Amy hugged Blossom from behind and rested her head on the red panda’s shoulder. “Tonight is about us.”
“I like the sound of that.” Blossom said with a smile.
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A crude drawing (because I'm no artist) of Roxie Richter and her shy Catholic girlfriend, my OC, Aisling McKeen
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Aisling McKeen Vs the Question
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Roxanne “Roxie” Richter looked out her bedroom window one morning. Snow was falling, blanketing the neighborhood in white. It looked pretty, like one of her paintings, but Roxie knew that winter was brutal in Canada. Especially for her. She didn't like the cold.
Roxie shivered. “Nothing can get me out in that weather. Nothing short of a galley opening, anyway.”
Just then, her phone blasted the chorus of S Club’s hit song “Reach.”
Roxie smiled. Her awesome girlfriend Aisling McKeen was calling. She answered the call quickly. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”
A light giggle. “Oh, nothing much. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over. I have something to ask you.”
“And it can't be asked over the phone?” Roxie asked.
“It’s something I want to ask you face-to-face. It’s important.” Aisling implored.
Roxie looked out the window again, frowning. “But, baby, it’s cold outside.”
“I know, I know, but I promise, you’ll want to hear what I have to say. Besides, I want to see you. I miss my half-ninja cuddle bug.”Aisling countered.
Roxie blushed. “Well… I can’t say no to that, now, can I?”
“Oh, you can if you want. I know you don't care much for the cold.” Aisling replied gently.
Roxie shook her head. “No, I’m on my way. I want to see you. I’ll be over as quick as I can.”
“Well, be safe all the same, Honey. I love you.” Aisling said.
Roxie smiled. She hoped that she would never tire of those three words. “Love you more, Ash. See you soon.”
As soon as she hung up, Roxie dashed to her closet and put on her thickest black winter coat, pulled on some mesh leggings (they wouldn't do much against the cold, but she liked wearing them), and tugged on her winter boots. “Hold on, Ash. Roxie’s comin’,” she whispered.
—-
*ding dong*
Aisling walked up to her front door and pressed her ear against it. “Who is it?”
“A humble half-ninja seeking shelter from December in Toronto,” Roxanne replied.
Smiling, Aisling opened the door. “Then, come right in. “I’m brewing tea as we speak and I’ll grab the fluffiest blanket I have.”
Roxie smiled as she shut the door and shed her boots. “Huggies first.”
Aisling hugged her girlfriend, shivering. “Roxie, you’re frozen solid!” she squeezed Roxie’s middle tight and kissed her cheeks repeatedly. “Gotta warm you up!”
Roxie laughed. “And to think, three months ago, you thought you weren’t into girls. Now you can’t get enough of me!”
Aisling giggled. “I guess you’re just good for me.”
When the tea kettle whistled and the girls had steaming mugs in their hands, Aisling draped a white Sherpa blanket over them.
Roxie smiled as a familiar scent tickled her nostrils. “I see someone’s been using the mint tea I gave you.”
“Well, it’s delicious,” Aisling replied. “Where did you get it?”
“One of my ninja cousins makes it herself. She sends me some for my birthday every year,” Roxie nudged Aisling’s shoulder. “Which reminds me, I still don't know when yours is. I haven't missed it, have I?”
Aisling shook her head. “I don't make a big deal about it or anything. But, to answer your question, it’s the 14th of December.”
“Hey, that’s right around the corner,” Roxie huddled against her. “So, not that you need a reason to invite me over, because I love spending time with you, but why the invite? No way it was just for tea and snuggles.”
“Well, no,” Aisling admitted. “I wanted to ask you something and I thought it would be best done snuggled up together.”
Roxie gently blew on her tea. “I’m all ears, Ash. Lay it on me.”
“Well. I’m planning on visiting the family for Christmas. I'm going back home for two weeks.” Aisling began.
Roxie winced. “Two weeks? How the hell will I manage?”
Aisling blushed. “I was thinking the same thing… so, I was wondering if you would…like to come with me?”
Roxie let out a small gasp. “R-really? I mean…you don’t think that’s moving too fast? We’ve only been dating for a month.”
“Well, maybe… but, if I’m being completely honest…” Aisling looked at Roxie and shyly smiled. “I can’t imagine going without you.”
“Aw, Ash…” Roxie kissed Aisling’s cheek. “I’d be honored. When are we leaving?”
“The night of the 13th. Is that okay?” Aisling asked.
Roxie smirked. “As long as you don't mind if I fall asleep against you on the plane.”
Aisling giggled. “I wouldn't mind. I’ll probably fall asleep on you too.”
“And I get to wake you up with birthday kisses. It’s a win-win.” Roxie smiled.
Aisling raised an eyebrow. “What exactly separates birthday kisses from regular kisses?”
“I don't kiss you 23 times in a row every other day,” Roxie replied.
“Alright, fair,” Aisling smiled and rested her head on Roxie’s shoulder. “Want me to put on a movie?”
“Nah, I’m good just sipping tea with my favorite person by my side.” Roxie kissed the top of Aisling’s head.
“You’re my favorite person too, Roxie Rose,” Aisling smiled. “I can't wait to show you where I grew up.”
“It’ll be nice visiting somewhere that isn't a big city,” Roxie admitted. “And I hear the seafood there is something special.”
“Oh, you have no idea. There’s this amazing restaurant in Sydney that you’ll love.” Aisling beamed.
“I can’t wait,” Roxie playfully booped Aisling’s nose. “Of course, by awesome girlfriend law, if you take me to that restaurant the night of your birthday, I’ll be treating you.”
“Then I guess I have something to look forward to,” Aisling replied.
“And I’ll make it worth the wait,” Roxie pulled Aisling close. “Cuz you deserve to be treated like the amazing girlfriend you are.” she locked her lips with Aisling’s. Asking kissed back, her eyes closing as she surrendered to it. Outside, Winter was unleashing her frozen wrath. But inside, both young ladies were toasty warm, their love like an extra blanket
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Aisling McKeen Vs The Truth
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(Slight spoilers for Scott Pilgrim Gets It Together (Volume 4))
“Well, well, look who it is,” Ramona Flowers smiled as Roxanne “Roxie” Richter, and Aisling McKeen walked up to the cabana she had rented for the big beach party. “Ladies.”
Aisling smiled. “Hi, Ramona. I like the new hair. White with red highlights.”
Ramona winked. “I was inspired. Nice sarong. Is it the one I left at Roxie’s?”
Roxie blushed. “It’s Ash’s now. It looks better on her anyway.”
Ramona nodded. “That, it does. Well, we’ve got drinks in the cooler and Scott and Stephen Stills are setting up the grill. Please, partake and mingle.”
Roxie gently squeezed Aisling’s hand. “Grab me a Coke Zero if they have it? I want to chat with Ramona for a minute.”
Aisling frowned, seemingly scanning Roxie’s face for a moment, but then she smiled brightly. “You got it, Roxie Rose!” She walked over to the cabana. When she was out of earshot, Ramona crossed her arms. “Spill, Roxie.”
Roxie’s eyes narrowed as she glared at her ex. “Don't bring up my… our past around Aisling, Flowers. She doesn’t need to know.”
Ramona raised an eyebrow. “Roxanne Richter, are you afraid of something?”
Roxie looked out at the sea, at the horizon. “I love Aisling. More than I’ve ever loved anyone,” she looked down at her hands. “She knows I used to be evil, but she doesn't need to know the details.”
“What, that you tried to kill Scott? Or me?” Ramona asked.
Roxie nodded. “That, and that I… stayed at your place and we made out a little… while you were dating Scott. Ash is Catholic, you know.”
“Ah, right. Cheating is pretty bad for religious types. And she’s a Cleric, so that’s even more damning,” Ramoma put a hand on Roxie’s shoulder. “But real relationships, lasting ones, are built on honesty, Rox. It may be hard to admit it, but if Aisling loves you at even a fraction of how much you love her, you’ll both get through it. But she won't hear it from me,” Ramona happened to look toward the cabana. She immediately deflated. “Shit.”
“What?” Roxie turned and froze. “Oh, shit.”
Julie Powers was talking to Aisling.
—
“I just don't get what you see in her, that’s all,” Julie scoffed. “She used to be evil, you know.”
“Used to. She’s changed.” Aisling replied, two cans of Coke Zero in her hands. She knew Julie had a reputation for getting on everyone’s nerves, but she wouldn't let that bring her down. Not today.
“People don't change, Ash. We are who we are. Not that that’s always bad. Look at you. You’re a faithful, honest chick. You deserve better than an evil ninja girl who made out with Ramona while she was dating Scott, then tried to kill them both when she realized Ramona wouldn't dump the chump.” Julie shrugged.
Aisling frowned. “Did she really?”
“Hey, ask them yourself. They're all by themselves over there.” Julie said.
—
“Oh, God…” Roxie hissed as Aisling approached. She didn't look happy.
“Well, she doesn't look like she’s going to cry or snap. Might be a good sign.” Ramona encouraged.
When Aisling walked up beside Roxie and passed her her drink, Roxie looked down nervously, then took the plunge. “Ash, baby, whatever you heard-”
Aisling held up a hand. Roxie looked away and sipped her drink. Was this it? Was her nightmare becoming reality?
Aisling turned her attention to Ramoma. Her face was neutral, her tone measured. “Tell me the truth, Ramona,” Aisling’s eyes glowed blue, her hair turning dazzling white as she activated her magical abilities. “Is what Julie said true? Did you make out with Roxie while you were dating Scott?”
Ramona sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I did. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. Do I regret it? Hell yes. Scott didn’t deserve that,” she glared at Aisling. “But who are you to judge? Magic or no, you’re just as fallible as I am.”
“I’m just getting the facts straight, Ramona. I heard it from Julie, after all. I want to get the story from you two before I do something I might regret,” Aisling turned to Roxie, who flinched. “Roxanne, did you really try to kill Scott and Ramona because she wouldn’t leave him for you?”
Roxie nodded. “I did. I was in a bad place back then. I was… a bad person back then. But… after everything, Ramona… reached out and said we could still be friends,” She looked Aisling in the eye, tears brimming in hers. “And then I met you. And I fell in love, really and truly,” she took a steadying breath. “Aisling, if you’re worried that I’ll do that to you, I will go to Cape Breton and swear in front of your parents that I will never ever cheat on you. I would sooner die.”
Ramona frowned. “Don’t be an idiot, McKeen. Rox may have made some mistakes, but they’re not worth throwing her to the curb.”
“Ash, please…” Roxie stepped closer to the Cleric. “I love you.”
For a few heartbeats, Aisling didn’t move. But finally, her hair faded to dark red and the glow in her eyes faded. She gently wiped the tears from Roxie’s eyes. “Thank you for being honest. I appreciate it.”
Raoxie rested her cheek against Aisling’s palm and closed her eyes. “Just tell me that you still want me to be your girlfriend, Ash. That’s all I want. You’re all I want.”
Aisling smiled and kissed Roxie’s forehead. “Very well. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Roxie opened her eyes and smiled. “I want you too. Only you from now until the end of time.”
As the two shared a healing kiss, Ramona smirked. “Note to self, stop inviting Julie.”
—
For the rest of the day, Roxie and Aisling enjoyed the sand, the surf, and especially each other’s company. Once Scott and Stephen Stills fired up the grill, Aisling impressed everyone by diving into the water and coming back up a few minutes later with fresh lobsters.
“Damn, Aisling! What Cleric magic is that?” Scott gasped.
Aisling giggled. “Oh, no magic, Scott. I’m just a really good swimmer. I used to spend every summer on the Mira.”
Roxie grinned wide. “My girlfriend is so… flippin’... awesome!”
“And you didn’t have to fight seven evil exes to date her!” Scott joked.
“Seven?!” Aisling gasped.
“Long story. Read the books.” Ramona smiled.
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That evening, once the party was over and Aisling and Roxie rode the bus home, Roxie, who was exhausted from a fun day, slumped against Aisling. “Mmm… lemme sleep over… I’m too tired to drag my butt home.”
Aisling kissed the top of Roxie’s head. “I’ll take the couch.”
“Mm-mm!” Roxie sleepily grunted. “I’m not depriving you of your bed. I’ll take the couch… but you have to tuck me in…”
“Deal.” Aisling smiled.
When the two reached Aisling’s apartment, Aisling gently laid her girlfriend on the couch, removed her footwear, and wrapped her up in a warm blanket. “Sleep tight, my favorite person. I’ll see you in the morning.” she whispered.
Roxie smiled. “You’re… the best… Ash.” Soon, she was snoring.
Aisling gently brushed a strand of Roxie’s hair from her brow. “My Roxie…” she kissed Roxie’s cheek, then tiptoed into her room. No sooner had she closed the door that she felt a familiar warmth spread through her body.
Daughter, thou hast not judged the past of thy loved one. Thou hast gained +5 Mana, +10 Defense, and this covenant: As long thy loyalty remains strong, so shall thee.
Aisling smiled as she got into bed. “I will never even think of leaving Roxie behind. She means too much to me, no matter her past.”
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Aisling McKeen vs Insecurity
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Roxanne “Roxie” Richter beamed as she opened her front door and saw her girlfriend, Aisling McKeen. “Hi, you! C’mon in!”
Aisling smiled as she walked into Roxie’s air-conditioned home. “Thanks for the invite, Rox. My AC is on the fritz and the repairman can’t get in until tomorrow.”
“You’re always welcome over here, Ash,” Roxie kissed Aisling’s cheek. “And I have the perfect way to beat this heat.”
Snuggling under the vents?” Aisling asked.
“Nope,” Roxie wrapped her arms around Aisling’s waist. “Ramona’s having a get-together down at Bluffer’s. Wanna go?”
Aisling took a step back. “Y-you mean… go to the beach… with people… wearing bathing suits?”
Roxie frowned. “Ash, are you okay? Is this a Catholic thing?”
Aisling shook her head. “No, no, it’s just… I look terrible in swimwear.”
Roxie blinked. Did she just hear that? “Aisling… why would you say something so crazy?”
Aisling looked away. “Because I do. I don’t have a body made to pull off swimwear.” She gestured to her lanky figure. “I don’t have curvy hips and my chest is built more like a plateau than a mountain range.”
Roxie stepped closer and looked Aisling in the eye. “Aisling McKeen, you are beautiful. You are exactly as your God made you. You are perfect as you are,” she kissed Aisling’s flushed cheek. “And I bet you look amazing in swimwear.”
“You’re just saying that.” Aisling murmured.
“Ramona taught me not to just say anything. Not to the people you care the most about.” Roxie rested her forehead on Aisling’s. “So when I say you look amazing, I mean it.”
Aisling blushed harder. “W-well, even then, I… don't even have a swimsuit.”
“Ooh, sounds like we’re going on a shopping spree,” Roxie looked Aisling over. “I’m sure we can find a decent enough one-piece. Just because I think you’re gorgeous doesn't mean I want you to go against your faith.”
Aisling shook her head. “Rox, I don't want you to go to all that trouble for me.”
“It’s no trouble, Ash,” Roxie hugged her girlfriend. “Look, I’ll make you a deal. Let’s go try on some swimwear and if you don't find one that you feel comfortable in, we won't go.”
After a moment, Aisling nodded. “Okay.”
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Later, at the local Goodwill, Roxie and Aisling looked through the swimwear section. Roxie pulled out a dark blue one-piece swimsuit with a white sequined fish on the front. “What about this one? You could pair this with a cute sarong and you’ll be the cutest beach babe.”
Aisling eyed it. “I… I guess.” she brought the suit over to the changing rooms. Choosing one of the closet-sized rooms, she turned to Roxie. “No ninja sneaking to peek at me.”
“Oh, relax,” Roxie grinned cheekily. “The doors are high enough that I can see your petite little feet. And that's good enough.”
Asking blushed. “Rox! Not in public!” she dove into the room and locked the door.
After changing into the suit, which fit perfectly, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her arms and legs, normally hidden by her clothes, stood out, pale and thin. She frowned. “Roxie… are you sure you’ll… like what you see?”
“Aisling, I know you’re still new to dating, but you should know by now that I love you for more than just physical reasons. Now, can you please come out so I can see your cuteness?” Roxie asked from the other side of the door..
Aisling took a deep breath. “Okay…” she opened the door.
Upon seeing her girlfriend in swimwear, Roxie put her hands to her cheeks and squealed. “Ash, honey, you look adorable! I knew it!”
Aisling shuffled her feet nervously. “Um… thanks… guess we’re going to the beach, then.”
“Not yet,” Roxie grinned. “I still need to try on a swimsuit for myself. And I want you to give me your honest opinion.”
Aisling nodded. “Fair enough.” she ducked back into the changing room and changed back into her street clothes. She came back out with the swimsuit in her arms. “I’ll be right here… And I won't sneak peeks at your…you know.”
“My piggies you love so much?” Roxie teased.
Aisling whimpered and hid her red face in her hands.
Roxie laughed. “You make it too easy, Ash.” She walked into the room and shut and locked the door behind her.
Aisling sighed and sat against the wall. “Sometimes, Roxie, you’re too much!”
“Aw, come on, Ash! You know I’m only teasing! I like to be playful!” Roxie countered.
“I know…” Aisling relented. “I’m just not used to it.” she was quiet for a moment. “So, um… what kind of swimsuit is it?”
“A plus-sized bikini. Don't worry, everything that needs covering is well hidden. As long as you don't mind a chubby belly.” Roxie replied.
Aisling smiled. “Considering I’ve used that chubby belly as a pillow a time or two, you know how I feel about it.”
After another minute, Roxie unlocked the door, stepped out of the room, and posed. “Well?”
Her bikini top was bright red and the bottom was black, colors that reminded Aisling of Roxie’s ninja outfits. She smiled. “You look cute,” she walked over and gently squeezed Roxie’s chubby belly. “And so does your belly.”
“Aw, Ash…” Roxie hugged her girlfriend. “Let’s head back to my place. I have a cute white sarong you can have that will go great with your new suit.”
“It wasn't Ramona’s, was it?” Aisling teased.
Now it was Roxie’s turn to blush. “…No. Shut up.”
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Aisling McKeen in her Cleric form.
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Aisling McKeen
Age: 22
Fun Fact: She's Catholic.
Powers and Abilities, teleportation, levitation, can manipulate her golden aura into shields or concussive blasts.
Weaknesses: She's not very strong, so she expends her mana quickly, Is currently battling her true feelings.
Allies: Roxanne Richter (sort of?)
Likes: nature, hiking, seafood, dancing, singing, massages (giving or receiving)
Dislikes: Disappointing her family, the idea of losing her powers, evil
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Aisling McKeen Vs Subconscious, my latest Scott Pilgrim fanfic
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Roxanne “Roxie” Richter jolted awake with a loud gasp, her arm outstretched. “Ash, no!”
Her room was dark and silent.
Once the initial shock had faded, reality set it.
It had been a nightmare. A recurring one.
Roxie hugged her knees. “Why? Why do I keep dreaming that Ash leaves me?”
The half-ninja looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was just past midnight.
Roxie laid back and tried to go back to sleep. But the nightmare was too vivid. It clung to her memory. It seemed so real.
In it, Aisling McKeen, Roxie’s girlfriend, left, going back to her home province of Nova Scotia, but not before telling Roxie that what they had was “just a phase” or, in the more extreme variations of the recurring dream, a “test from God”.
Roxie choked back a sob as she remembered Aisling’s beautiful eyes, glowing blue as she used her Cleric magic to conjure a glowing golden portal home, staring her down, not with the warmth and love they once did, but with disdain and indifference.
“Goodbye, Roxie. Don't call. Don't visit.” Aisling’s eyes always narrowed as she delivered the line that the dream always ended on.
“It meant nothing anyway.”
Tears cascaded down Roxie’s cheeks, no matter how many times she tried to wipe them away. It was just a dream…why did it rattle her so terribly?
She turned on her side and looked at her cell phone, charging beside her alarm clock. Frowning, she unplugged it and accessed her address book. She quickly found Aisling’s number and hovered her thumb over the “Call” button.
“It’s the middle of the night. She’s asleep. I shouldn't interrupt her beauty sleep.” she thought.
Still, even if Aisling didn't pick up, her voicemail, the recorded bliss of her voice, would probably calm Roxie down.
Before she could lose her nerve, Roxie pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear.
It rang once. Twice. Three times.
Then, there was a soft click, followed by a squeaky yawn. “Roxie? It’s midnight…”
Roxie frowned. “You weren't supposed to pick up, Ash. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Something’s wrong.” it was a statement, not a question.
Roxie sighed. “It was just a nightmare, Ash.”
“If that was true, Rox, you wouldn't have called.” Aisling stated.
Roxie playfully scoffed. “What, can Clerics see into people’s minds?”
“No, I just know my girlfriend really well,” Aisling replied. “Do you want me to come over?”
“Isn't that against your religion?” Roxie asked.
“It’s not a sin to comfort my girlfriend. I’ll be over in an instant.” Aisling hung up.
Roxie put her phone back on the bedside table. As soon as she plugged her charger back in, her room was suddenly filled with warm golden light. When the light dimmed, Aisling stood at the foot of the bed, an orb of golden light floating above her palm. She wore a red long-sleeved shirt with “Cape Breton Island” stamped across it in white and red flannel pajama pants.
Roxie couldn't help but smile. “Hey, cutie.”
“No time for flattery, Roxie,” Aisling sat at the edge of the bed and fixed Roxie with a sympathetic look. “What was your nightmare about?” she asked gently.
Roxie sighed. “You. I… I’ve been having a recurring nightmare that you… leave me, just like Ramona did. You say that what we had-”
“Have,” Aisling corrected.
Roxie looked down at her lap. “…have… was just a phase… that it…” she closed her eyes as tears burned. “…it meant nothing. Then, you go back to Cape Breton and I’m… all alone…” The tears started to cascade down her cheeks again. “I don't want to lose you, Aisling. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't want to face being alone again.”
“Roxie, honey…” Aisling scooted closer and wrapped her arms around Roxie, her cheek on top of Roxie’s head. “I have no intention of leaving you. You helped me be at peace with myself. I’m not throwing that away,” she smiled warmly. “And if I ever return to Cape Breton, you’re coming with me. You’re my best friend, my soulmate, my everything.”
Roxie sniffled and lifted her head to look at Aisling. “I love you,” she whispered.
Aisling gently wiped Roxie’s tears away and kissed her forehead. “I love you too. You Rox my world.”
Roxie giggled. “Oh, come on…”
“Well, you do,” Aisling smiled. “Now, scooch over. We need to get some sleep if we want to join your friend Todd at the gym tomorrow.”
“Isn't that a sin?” Roxie asked.
“It’s only a sin if we do sinful things. I just want to keep you safe from more nightmares.” Aisling replied.
Nodding, Roxie scooted over, allowing her girlfriend to get under the covers with her. The golden orb floated above them, softly illuminating the room. Aisling caressed Roxie’s cheek as she began to softly sing.
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No, sir
Not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care, I got ways
Roxie let loose a huge yawn. “No fair… you’re using your magic to put me to sleep.”
“Shhhh…” Aisling kissed the tip of Roxie’s nose. “Sleep now, my love.”
Roxie’s eyes began to droop. “Are you gonna…stay with me?”
“Of course,” Aisling kissed Roxie’s temple. “No more nightmares for my Roxie Rose.”
Roxie finally let sleep overcome her, the feeling of Aisling’s kisses the last thing she experienced.
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The next morning, Roxie awoke refreshed and more alert than she’d been in a while. As she sat up and stretched, she noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. “Huh. Well, did I really expect her to stay the night?” the half-ninja mused. Roxie got out of bed, touched her toes, then headed to the door. As she opened it and stepped into the hallway, the sensations hit her at once.
One, the delectable smell of various breakfast foods triggering both her olfactory senses and her saliva glands.
The second was soft, melodious singing that danced through her head and lifted her spirit. Roxie smiled warmly as she walked down the hall and peeked into the kitchenette. Aisling stood at the stove, frying up some bacon and singing her heart out.
Can you imagine a piece of the universe
More fit for princes and kings?
I'll trade you ten of your cities
For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings
Out on the Mira on soft summer nights
Bonfires blaze to the children's delight
They dance 'round the flames singing songs with their friends
I wish I was with them again
And over the ashes the stories are told
Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
The stars on the river they sparkle and spin
I wish I was with them again
Roxie leaned against the kitchenette entryway with a smile. “You didn’t have to make breakfast, Ash.”
Aisling turned and smiled at her adorable girlfriend. “I know. But I figured it would be a nice surprise after the rough night you had. I made eggs, bacon, toast with jam, and tea.”
Roxie shook her head. “Even though marriage isn’t on our radar, you are 100% wife material.”
Aisling beamed. “My mom taught me well.”
When the food was ready, Aisling made two plates and put them on the living room coffee table. Roxie sat beside her and kissed her cheek. “Looks great, Hon.”
“I take pride in my cooking skills.” Aisling replied.
“What about your singing skills? Those aren’t bad either.” Roxie gently nudged her shoulder against Aisling’s.
Aisling looked away. “I mean… I’m not so… open about those. I mean, I sang choir in church growing up, but my voice always melded with the other singers. I don’t usually sing by myself unless… I’m alone.”
“Well, you sing beautifully. I’m glad I was able to hear it,” Roxie smiled warmly. “I’d love to hear it again sometime.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Aisling said softly.
“Aw, c’mon, honey,” Roxie gently brushed her bare toes across Aisling’s foot. “Not even a little karaoke with me?”
“Rox, come on, that’s a dirty trick…” Aisling complained.
“All’s fair in love and war.” Roxie retorted.
Aisling rolled her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”
Roxie fixed her with big anime eyes. “Love and cherish me?”
“Fine, if I must,” Aisling teased before kissing Roxie’s cheek. “You are lucky you’re so cute.”
“I know.”
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Aisling McKeen Vs Her Inner Desires
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Roxanne “Roxie'' Richter was standing in her art studio above her apartment, staring at the large canvas on the floor. Half of it was painted red, the other half, blue. The half-ninja smiled. “Today is gonna be fun.”
— Earlier that morning—
Roxie had just finished brushing her teeth after a filling high-protein, low-fat breakfast when her phone rang. She answered it with an enthusiastic “Roxie speaking.”
“Um… Rox?” the shy voice on the other end filled her with glee.
“Morning, Ash. What’s up?”
“Um… that little project you mentioned… the one you want my help with… remember it?” Aisling McKeen asked.
“I know of it. Why?” Roxie asked.
“W-well… does the offer still stand?” Aisling inquired.
Roxie beamed. “Of course, honey. Come on by this afternoon. I’ll even treat you to lunch when we’re done. Deal?”
“Sounds great,” Aisling replied.
“Just remember to wear something that you won't mind getting paint on. It’s washable paint, but just in case, you know?” Roxie advised.
“Ok, that makes sense. Does 11ish work?” Aisling asked.
“11ish is just fine. See you then. Love you bunches.” Roxie said.
“You drive me bananas,” Aisling replied with a giggle.
—
When Roxie’s doorbell rang at 11:25, she looked through the peephole and saw Aisling running a hand through her hair. Smiling wide, Roxie opened the door. “Hey, honey. Come on in,” she eyed Aisling’s outfit, a knee-length denim skirt, a white t-shirt, a light red windbreaker, and black slip-ons. Simple, but adorable. “You look so cute.”
Asking giggled. “Thank you. So do you.”
Roxie chuckled as she looked down at the ratty Power Rangers Ninja Storm t-shirt and black gym shorts she was wearing. “Oh, come on, I look like I just rolled out of bed.”
“So? You’re still my half-ninja cutie.” Aisling replied.
Roxie took Aisling’s hand and kissed it. “And you are my Sweet Cleric. Now, ready to see my studio loft?”
Aisling nodded. “You bet.”
Roxie led Aisling upstairs to her spacious loft. The far side window overlooked the Toronto skyline. The adjacent walls were covered with paintings, some dark and gritty, others light and happy.
Aisling looked around with a warm smile. “It’s like these paintings tell your story. Your past may have been tough, but you’ve grown past it and blossomed.”
“Aw, Ash…” Roxie hugged her girlfriend from behind and kissed her cheek. “Stop making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you.”
“Never,” Aisling replied. “I may be new to accepting myself, but you deserve every bit of love you’ve given me.”
“Which is why I want your help with this piece. It’s the start of the next chapter in my life, co-created by you,” Roxie smiled. “So slip off those slip-ons.”
“Before I do, I have a… confession to make,” Aisling said, blushing.
Roxie took Aisling’s hands. “I’m all ears, love.”
Aisling took a deep breath. “When I woke up in your room after I passed out the day we met, you were barefoot… and I thought your feet were cute. I…I think I have a foot fetish…”
Roxie smiled and kissed Aisling’s hands. “Everyone has something that awakens their desires, Ash. Besides, that makes our little art project all the more fun.”
“That’s why I… suggested we do it. Ever since I was little, I liked going barefoot. I did it as often as I could.”
Roxie kissed Aisling’s cheek. “So what are you waiting for?”
Asking nodded as she slipped off her shoes. Roxie smiled. “How is it that you’re taller than me, but your feet are daintier and smaller? What size shoe even are you?”
“5,” Aisling lowered her gaze to Roxie’s pudgy feet. “And you?”
“6.5,” Roxie looked at Aisling and smiled. “By the way, your feet are cute too. I can't wait to see them covered in blue paint.”
Aisling smiled. “And I can’t wait to see yours covered in red paint.”
Roxie wiggled her toes. “Should we get started?”
“Let’s,” Aisling followed Roxie over to the canvas, taking her place on the blue side. “So, we just walk towards each other?”
Roxie nodded. “Straight towards each other until there’s about…” she grinned cheekily. “Two feet between us.”
“Then?” Aisling asked,
“We trace a heart in the space between us and make it purple.,” Roxie winked. “Maybe bring a little innocent footsie into the mix.”
Asking blushed. “Oh…okay.”
Roxie frowned. “Is that… okay? If I’m moving too fast, Ash, tell me. I mean, footsie isn't…sexual. It’s just a little game. But if you're not ready…”
“No. I'm here. It’s just innocent fun. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Aisling took the first step on the canvas. An involuntary shudder passed through her body as the wet paint oozed between her toes. “Ooh, cold!”
Roxie giggled as she took her first step. “Walk slowly or you’ll slip.”
“Gotcha.” Aisling stepped forward and slowly walked toward the center. She smiled. “Once you get used to it, it feels…nice.”
“Yeah, it does.” Roxie agreed.
Soon, the young couple stood two feet apart. Roxie smiled. “Lift your foot.”
Aisling did as requested. “Is it blue?”
“From toe to heel,” Roxie mirrored her girlfriend. “What about mine?”
Asking giggled. “It kinda looks like you’ve been squishing strawberries.”
“Perfect. Now, hold still,” Roxie pressed her painted sole against Aisling’s, then traced half a purple heart in the space between them. “A little help?”
Aisling nodded and traced the other half of the heart. The inside of it was still red and blue. Smiling, Aisling placed her foot on the blue side and began brushing it over to the red side and back, turning the rest of the heart purple. Roxie did the same on her side, intentionally brushing her foot over Aisling’s a time or two.
Aisling giggled. “I hope you have cleaning supplies nearby if you’re gonna turn my foot purple.”
Roxie shrugged. “I’ll just grab you and ninja vanish us to the bathtub. We can wash off our feet, then grab some lunch.”
Aisling smiled. “You’ve been planning this since the exhibit, haven’t you?”
“You know me so well.” Roxie grinned.
—
After the two washed off their feet and relocated to the living room, Roxie pulled out her cell phone. “What toppings do you like on your pizza, Ash?”
“I’m fine with whatever, Rox.” Aisling smiled.
“So, pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms?” Roxie asked.
“Sounds yummy.” Aisling smiled.
“Gosh, could you be any more perfect?” Roxie asked.
“Aw, don’t you love me the way I am?” Aisling pouted.
Roxie looked away. “Ash, c’mon, don’t do that!”
“Why?” Aisling fixed her big doe eyes on her girlfriend.
“Oh, come here!” Roxie pulled her close and kissed her long and good. When she pulled back, Aisling let out a squeak.
“Message received…”
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Aisling McKeen Vs Exhibition
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Roxanne “Roxie” Richter and her girlfriend, Aisling McKeen were strolling through downtown Toronto hand-in-hand. Roxy squeezed Aisling’s hand gently. “Talk to your folks yet?”
Aisling nodded. “They were upset at first that I just up and left without a word and disappeared for two months, but I was expecting that,” she blushed. “What I didn't expect was how proud they were when I told them I was gay and that I was dating this cute half-ninja.”
Roxie beamed. “See, honey? Told you there was nothing to worry about!”
Aisling chuckled. “I wouldn't say that…they, um, want to come over to meet you tomorrow night.”
Roxie grinned wider. “Perfect timing! I have an art show tomorrow night. Why don't you and your parents meet me there? That way, they can see my artistic side before they learn about my… past issues.”
“Oh, Roxie Rose…” Aisling hugged her. “I don't hold your past against you. My parents won't either. Promise.”
Roxie hugged back. “You’re the best, Aisling. No matter what happens, I hope you know that.”
“Speaking of things to know,” Aisling pulled back and eyed Roxie with a raised eyebrow. “You paint? Like, for galleries?”
Roxie chuckled. “Well, yeah. Being a half-ninja doesn't exactly pay the bills. I make good money doing art.”
“The more I learn about you, the more I love you,” Aisling admitted, her cheeks flushed.
“Love you too,” Roxie pulled Aisling close. “And for the record, I'm excited to meet your parents. Your brother was a decent guy, you’re a sweetheart who stays true to her convictions, they must be a riot.”
“I hope so…” Aisling whispered.
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The following evening, Aisling walked up to the Abbozzo Gallery as the sun sank low on the horizon. She wore a sky-blue evening gown and black pumps. She’d applied light rouge and a coat of wine-red lipstick, which was more than she usually did, but it was a special occasion. And Roxie was a special girl.
As Aisling neared the Gallery entrance, she saw a shimmer of golden light just at the edge of her field of vision on the right side. Turning, she saw a column of golden light erupt in front of her. When it subsided, two Clerics stood there. One was a tall, broad-shouldered man with close-cropped dazzling white hair, the other a beautiful woman with a graceful figure. Both wore the white tunics that marked them as members of the Order of Clerics, complete with the Nova Scotia flag clasped at their shoulders.
Aisling rolled her eyes. “You two and Matthew have a dramatic flair for entrances, yet I'm the gay one?”
Colin McKeen laughed heartily as he held out his arms. “Stay that silver tongue and hug your dear old Dad, Aisling!”
Asking happily ran into her father’s arms and hugged him tight. “I missed you so much, Daddy… I’m sorry I left…”
Colm kissed the top of her head. “I knew my baby bird was going to leave the nest eventually, love. I just would have appreciated a heads up.”
Tara McKeen hugged her husband and daughter. “It’s in the past, my dears. Let’s look to the future. Or, better yet, the present.”
Colm stepped back. “Yes, of course. The reason we’re here.” with a wave of their hands, the elder McKeens’ tunics were replaced with more appropriate attire. Colm, his white hair fading to a deep chestnut color, was dressed in a dark blue sweater vest, a white dress shirt, black slacks, and black loafers.
Tara, her long braided hair as red as her daughter’s, wore a beautiful white dress and matching stilettos.
Aisling linked arms with them both. “You both look fabulous. Now, come meet my Roxie.” She led her parents inside and almost immediately spotted Roxie in front of two canvases covered in tarps, one sitting horizontal, the other vertical.
Roxie was dressed in a knee-length strapless red dress that hugged her curvaceous figure. She wore her combat boots and fishnet stockings with it, but it worked for her.
Then again, Aisling was a little biased. She strolled over to Roxie and hugged her. “You look stunning, Roxie.”
“Look who’s talking, Ash,” Roxie looked her girlfriend up and down. “God, I want to kiss you like crazy, but I’ll hold off, as I assume that the couple giving us a little space is the folks.”
Aisling looked behind her. Sure enough, her parents were a few feet away. She smiled and motioned for them to come over. “Mom, Dad, this is my awesome half-ninja girlfriend, Roxie Richter. Roxie, may I introduce my father, Chief Cleric Colm McKeen, and my mother, Tara, Headmistress of the Cleric Academy.”
Roxie smiled and bowed. “A pleasure to meet you both. Welcome to my showcase.”
Colm and Tara inclined their heads. “Thank you, Roxie. And thank you for being there for our Aisling.” the former said warmly.
Colm hugged his daughter. “She’s our baby, you know. Last to leave the nest.”
“Dad!” Aisling complained, blushing.
Roxie beamed. “No thanks necessary, Chief. Wouldn't your religious teachings tell you this was part of God’s plan for her?”
“True,” Colm smiled. “Matthew was right about you, Roxie. You have a good heart. Though neither you nor Aisling need it, you two have our blessing to date.”
Roxie’s face turned as red as her dress. “I mean… it’s still nice to hear. Thank you.” Clearing her throat, Roxie checked her watch and smiled. “Show’s about to start. Enjoy.” She snapped her fingers and all the lights, save for the two right above the blanketed canvases, dimmed. “Hello, art fanatics and critics alike! My name’s Roxie Ritcher and I welcome you to my showcase. This first piece I’d like to show off is symbolic of change, specifically in my own life,” she glanced towards the McKeens. Taking a deep breath, she took the plunge. “For the longest time, I held onto some negative emotions that led me down a horrible path. I was part of a bad crowd. I did things I regret,” she smiled warmly as she looked at Aisling. “But at the end of that dark path, there was a light. And, so, I give you the first piece of the night: Hard Walk Worthwhile.” she ripped the tarp off the horizontal canvas. It was completely splattered with red paint. A steady line of pudgy bare white footprints started from the lower left corner and traveled upward until they reached a golden heart at the top right of the canvas, also consisting of pudgy footprints.
A thin woman dressed to the nines eyed the piece. “However did you create such realistic footprints?”
Roxie laughed. “Easy. After covering my canvas in red paint, I set it on the floor and walked barefoot across it. Then, once it had dried, I painted my soles and toes gold and created the heart. It tickled.”
“And the heart is gold because…?” someone else asked.
“It represents all the good in my life now that I’ve turned my life around,” Roxie replied. She turned her attention to Aisling and winked.
Aisling blushed. I love her, I love her, I love her!
Colm chuckled. “She is a unique and talented artist. Maybe the Order could commission her to paint a few pieces for the Meeting Hall.”
“If she draws this sort of crowd, we probably can’t afford her.” Tara joked.
“Hard Walk Worthwhile will be available for online auction next Sunday, starting at 6 pm local time. The starting bid will be $500 Canadian. And now, for the next piece. This one, I’m particularly proud of. Some artists spend years looking for their muse. I found mine just a few weeks ago, completely by accident. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one,” She ripped the tarp off the other canvas. “I present My Vision.”
Aisling’s jaw dropped as she saw… herself standing on the banks of the Mira River. And yet, Roxie had somehow made her look almost angelic. It reminded her of the images of the saints and angels she had seen in stained glass windows growing up.
The Aisling in the painting had her luminous blue eyes pointing heavenward, her short white hair swaying as if a light breeze was blowing past her. She was wrapped in the flag of Nova Scotia, one hand holding it to her bosom, the other aloft, holding a white birch branch. A katana lay shattered at her bare feet.
Tara smiled as she raised her hand. “I notice that your… muse stands on the banks of the Mira and is wrapped in the flag of Nova Scotia. Why is that?”
Roxie blushed. “Well, my muse hails from that province… and I thought, if I was going to paint her anywhere, it would be at home.
“Why the shattered katana at her feet?” an onlooker asked.
Roxie smiled. “She’s more than my muse for my art. She is a symbol of the good things in my life. She… helps me be better than I was. That shattered katana represents my dark past and how my muse helped me move past it."
Aisling had been blushing red-hot since the portrait had been revealed. She hid her face behind her hands, praying that no one made the connection between her and Roxie’s muse. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs. How could it be possible to fall more and more in love with Roxie than she already was? Inwardly, she promised herself that the moment the opportunity arose, she would kiss her girlfriend silly,
“My Vision will go online alongside Hard Walk Worthwhile but the starting bid will be $1000 Canadian. Until the auction, though, they’ll hang right here for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.” Roxie vanished in a cloud of smoke, eliciting awe from most of the spectators.
Aisling just rolled her eyes. “That’s my Roxie.”
Colm grinned. “Well, I like her! Bring her to Cape Breton one of these days. Let us show her the hospitality she deserves.”
Tara nodded. “Perhaps she can be a guest teacher for my Primary Grade Art class.”
In a puff of smoke, Roxie appeared beside Aisling. “Well, I’ve never really taught anyone, but that sounds like fun,” she looked at Aisling. “That is, Ash, if you wouldn’t mind showing me around CBI.”
Aisling wordlessly nodded, still blushing.
“I think your wonderful showcase was too much for her, Rox.” Colm teased.
Roxie smiled warmly and placed a hand on Aisling’s cheek. “Did you like my pieces… my muse?”
Her answer came exactly one heartbeat later when Aisling grabbed her shoulders and kissed Roxie with more passion than she ever had before.
While surprised at first, Roxie soon melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Aisling’s shoulders.
The kiss soon parted. Aisling rested her forehead against Roxie’s. “Am I really that pretty to you?”
“Honey, no painting can capture what you mean to me. Heck, I did two paintings with that in mind and it’s still not enough,” Roxie replied. “You’re not the first girl I’ve gotten close to, but you’re the first I really, truly love. I want to spend my life with you. No matter what that looks like.”
Tara sniffled. “Oh, how beautiful…”
Roxie turned her attention to Aisling’s parents. “And don’t worry, I may not be Catholic, but I respect that Aisling is and will abide by whatever boundaries she sets.”
Aisling rolled her eyes again. “Except the boundary of “leave me alone, I’m not into girls”, anyway.”
“Well, petal, to be fair, you were lying to yourself then. Jesus wanted you to be more honest with yourself,” Tara pointed out. “And here you are.”
Aisling opened her mouth to argue but closed it a moment later. “Touche.”
Roxie rested her head on Aisling’s shoulder. “Anyone hungry? Dinner’s on me.”
“Thank you for the offer, Roxie, but we should head back. The Order can’t run itself,” Colm smiled at the young couple. “You two take care of each other. And don’t be afraid to bring Roxie to Cape Breton, Aisling. You know that no matter what, your family has your back.”
“I know, Daddy. And we will visit… someday. I miss home… but I’m still… figuring myself out.” Aisling admitted.
“I’ll be there every step of the way, honey,” Roxie promised.
Aisling squeezed her hand. “I’ll hold you to that.”
A golden portal appeared behind the elder McKeens.
Colm sighed. “That’s our cue.”
Aisling hugged her parents tight. “I love you both so much. Thank you for being…”
“Your loving parents? Perfectly happy for you?” Tara offered.
“So cool with Roxie. I know some in the Order might not be as accepting as you are, so it’s a load off my mind that you like her.”
“Oh, darling, we love her,” Colm kissed her forehead. “And we love you. Always.”
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Aisling offered to escort Roxie home, which the young artist accepted. As they walked through the heart of the city, Aisling looked at Roxie. “So… you really walked across a wet canvas barefoot?”
“Yup! And it was fun!” Roxie smirked. “You know, I could use your help with a similar piece. Here’s what I’m thinking. From one end of the canvas, a set of red footprints. From the opposite end, a set of blue. They meet in the center and form a purple heart.”
Aisling blushed. “The two of us… walking in paint…barefoot?”
“It feels great. And painting your soles tickles too. C’mon, it’ll be a blast!” Roxie encouraged.
“I’ll… think about it.”
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“Aisling McKeen vs Her Outdated Ideals”
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(Spoilers for “Scott Pilgrim Takes Off”)
Roxanne “Roxie” Richter happily hummed the Hamster Dance as she skipped through Toronto. She was on her way home from helping her friend and former member of the League of Evil Exes, Todd Ingram work out and get back on track with his vegan lifestyle. He had been making good progress.
As Roxie slid on an ice patch just outside St. Mary’s Parish, the doors opened and Roxie spotted her adorable crush, Aisling McKeen. The Cape Breton native wore a blue parka, black jeans, and Ugg boots. Her eyes were cast upward as her mouth moved.
Roxie smiled warmly. She’d had a crush on Aisling since they bumped into each other completely by chance a few weeks back.
The problem was that Aisling still hadn’t accepted that she liked girls. Something was holding her back.
And it was Roxie’s self-appointed mission to help her over that hurdle. Then go out with Aisling.
Roxie used a smoke bomb to vanish, then reappeared in front of her crush. “Hey, Ash.”
Aisling smiled. “Good morning, Roxie. How are you today?”
“A little hungry, actually. I know this amazing cafe that has really good French Toast. Care to join me?” Roxie requested.
Aisling considered the offer. “You mean… as friends, right?”
“With benefits?” Roxie asked eagerly.
“No benefits,” Aisling gestured toward the Church. “Sacreligious.”
Roxie deflated. “Worth a shot. But, yes, just a friendly brunch. I… recently went through a hell of a battle and could use some normalcy to ground myself.”
Aisling giggled. “How normal can our lives be when you have ninja powers and I’m a Cleric?”
Roxie shrugged. “Nothing tries to kill us today?”
“Fair.” Aisling replied.
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At the small cafe, the two young women sat across from each other. “So, why did you leave Cape Breton?” Roxie asked.
Aisling sighed. “Partially because I wanted to travel and see where my talents would be most needed, but mostly because… I wanted to distract myself from my past. See, Cape Breton is small. Everyone knows everyone. They know you. All your business. And when someone caught me staring at a fellow female Cleric with… more than just curiosity, it got back to my father… the Chief Cleric…”
Roxie frowned. “And… how did he take it?”
“I don’t know. I left before he could summon me.” Aisling admitted.
Roxie winced. “Oof… sorry, Ash,” she reached across the table and took Aisling’s hand. “Is that why you’re… trying to deny that part of yourself?”
Aisling pulled her hand away. “It’s not me. It was… Satan’s influence. It had to be. It’s not… natural to be attracted to the same sex.”
Roxie sighed. It was worse than she thought. She looked at Aisling with pity. “Honey… don’t Catholics believe that God makes each of us the way we’re meant to be?”
“Well, yes, but…” Aisling trailed off.
“Look, God made you gay. And He didn’t do it to punish you. He did it for a reason. A good reason,” Roxie reached for Aisling’s hand again. “If people tell you that’s wrong, they’re the problem, not you. It’s okay to like girls, Ash.”
“But… if I’m in a relationship with a girl, I can’t… get married according to Catholic rite… or have children.” Aisling countered.
Roxie laughed. “Whoa, slow down, girl. You’re not dating anyone yet. Don’t worry about that stuff. Live in the now.”
Aisling glared at her. “You’re not even Catholic. How can you know God’s will? His plan for me?”
“Because, religious or not, having trouble with coming out is fairly common. Sure, some have it easier than others, but sometimes, coming out can be a real nightmare. And the possibility of that nightmare becoming reality is what can stop us in our tracks,” Roxie smiled and squeezed Aisling’s hand. “That’s why you need to surround yourself with people who will love you for you.”
Aisling looked away. “But if you’re wrong… and God doesn't want me to like girls… I’ll lose my powers.”
“No, you won’t.” Roxie declared.
“How do you know?” Aisling demanded.
“Because you still have them despite the way you looked at that Cleric. Despite the way you blushed when we first met,” Roxie leaned in close. “You’re gay and I like that about you.” She kissed Aisling. It was a quick kiss, no passion.
But from the moment Roxie’s lips touched hers, an electric spark raced from Aisling’s lips down to her heart. She suddenly felt a surge of power race through her.
Thou hast discovered thy true self, Daughter. Your magics are now +5 Healing, +4 Accuracy, +5 Mana. Use them well for my Glory.
When the kiss parted, Roxie smiled. “So? Did you see sparks too?”
Aisling blinked. “Uh-huh… and I think… I’m a stronger Cleric for it too.”
“Cool,” Roxie sat back, resting a hand on her cheek. “So, what now?”
“Well, we eat French Toast… ooh, with blueberries… then… I dunno, maybe I call my folks and tell them I’m okay,” Aisling smiled warmly. “That I’m loved.”
“Solid plan.” Roxie smiled back.
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My first Scott Pilgrim fanfic.
“Aisling McKeen Vs Her Feelings”
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I’m not into girls.
I’m not into girls.
Asling McKeen replayed this sentence in her head over and over as she walked through the unfamiliar streets of Toronto, Ontario. She had moved here recently from Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia, hoping that the loud sounds of city life would drown out her past.
Suddenly, she bumped into someone in a dark jacket, causing both parties to slip and fall in the snow.
“Hey, watch it!” The other person snarled.
“Oh, forgive me, I didn’t see…you…” Asling faltered as she took in the other person. It was a young woman with choppy blonde hair tied in two short pom-poms, black eyeshadow, a studded braclet, and a sword at her waist.
The girl smirked. “You look speechless. What, you into chicks?”
Blushing red-hot, Asling leaped to her feet. “No! No, I am not into girls! Goodbye forever!” she tore down the street as fast as she could. She had to get away from that girl before-
“You know, you’re cute.” in a puff of smoke, the girl from earlier appeared in front of her.
Asling skidded to a halt. “I’m not into girls!” she exclaimed.
The girl smirked again. “Keep telling yourself that, honey. It won't change a thing. You are into girls and I want a piece of that.”
“No, I’m NOT!” A column of golden light suddenly erupted at Asling’s feet and enveloped her. When it subsided, she was cloaked in white, the Nova Scotia flag billowing from her shoulders. In her hands, she held a crosier made of white birch. Her irises glowed blue and her short red hair turned dazzling white.
The dark-cloaked girl whistled. “A Cape Breton Cleric, huh? So, which God do you serve?”
“Jesus Christ,” Asling twirled her crosier. “Now, leave me alone.”
“Uh-uh. I'm not stopping until you go out with me,” the girl brandished her katana. “My name’s Roxanne Richter, call me Roxie.”
“Leave me be,” Asling gently requested. “I’m not into girls.”
“You’re lying to yourself,” Roxanne rushed forward. Asking held her crosier parallel, stopping the attack. “You don't have to, you know. Canada’s pro-LGBTQ.”
“My Lord is not,” Asling broke the clash and spoke in Irish under her breath. A beam of golden light shot from her opposite palm towards Roxanne, but the half-ninja deflected it. “And if I lose his Grace, I lose my powers.”
“You’re not going to lose your powers for dating a girl, cutie,” Roxanne leaped into the air, alighting on a street lamp. “Your God made you this way. And I’m not looking for anything sensual. Just someone to talk to, maybe snuggle and watch a movie with. Kissing is also encouraged, but not required.”
“I am NOT into…” Asling suddenly stumbled, her hair and eyes fading to their usual color as she sank to her knees. “No… used… too much… mana…” she fell to the ground. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Roxanne kneeling by her side.
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When Asling awoke, she was laying on a straw pallet, a comforter pulled up to her neck. Groaning, she sat up.
“Hey. Glad you’re awake.” Roxanne sat cross-legged on the other side of the room. Her feet were bare. She had black polish on her nails and a chain anklet.
“Why… did you… bring me here?” Asling looked sound. The room was sparsely decorated with japanese calligraphy scrolls and movie posters.
“Well, I couldn’t leave you to freeze. Fight or no fight, I like you. A lot,” Roxanne stepped closer. “And since I saved your life, you do kinda owe me one.”
Asling looked away, dread coursing through her body. “What… do you want?”
Roxanne smiled a genuine smile as she gently caressed Asling’s cheek and turned her face. “Your name will do… for now.”
Asling sighed. “I guess you do deserve that much. It’s Asling. Asling McKeen.”
“Asling… cute name. And… how long have you been a CBC?” Roxanne asked.
“Officially, since I was 17. But I trained for it my whole life. It’s the… family business, you could say. But, as you saw… I still have a problem with my mana. I spend it far too quickly.” Asling sighed.
“That’s ok. You just need to practice your techniques,” Roxanne smiled. “I know ninja training is probably super different from Cleric training, but, if you want, I can teach you some meditation techniques that might help. Tea can help too. How about I brew us some?”
Asling thought about it. “I guess… I don’t have much choice… for now. But I’m still not–”
“Into girls? Hon, you are. I can see it in your eyes. But if you want to be friends for now, I can oblige…” Roxanne winked. “But I make it my mission to first get you to accept that, then accept my invitation for a date.”
As she walked off to make the tea, Asling put her hands together and prayed.
“Lord, what have laid before me? A trial? A sign? Guide me either way, towards the surest path towards your glory. In your name I pray, Amen.”
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Owl House lied to me!
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