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fandompride101 · 3 years

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Girls Gone Wild

Raven's POV:

"Exit on the third floor. Take a left!" Kori's voice guided me on the intercom. I followed her directions and took a sharp left. I ran down the long hallway, the lights flickering as I went. "The door on your right!"

I swung open the door and chased down the stairs as fast as I could. I could feel it though. This place was about to blow and I was still in it. I couldn't portal because I didn't have the strength, but I ran with all my might.

I reached the first floor of the building, pushing the door open with all my strength. The light from outside blinded me for a few seconds, but I ran anyway. I got past a building and sunk into the alleyway.

There was a loud explosion.

I sank to the ground, keeping my back against the cold building. I took a few seconds to breathe and get my head on straight.

"Rachel!" Kori's voice cried out in panic as she searched for me. "Rachel!"

"I'm over here, Kori," I said weakly.

She rushed over to me and helped me to my feet. I put my arms around her for support as the tall Tamaran helped me over to the Titan car. Once we got close enough to the car, I let her go and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Kori, the next time you ask to have a girl time..." I turned to look at her as she started the car. "Remind me not to go." I sank into my seat and clutched my aching side. Even though it was already healing, I was so weak that it would take time for this bruise to heal.

Kori chuckled and shook her head, as she started our drive home.

Kori had begged me yesterday to go for a girl's day out. She had in shopping and spas in mind, not almost dying. I had said yes on a whim. I really don't get to spend much time with other girls and honestly, I didn't have anything better to do.

What started off with eating lunch on a nice pear, ended up being a chase down with some bad guys that robbed a bank. They ran from the bank to some wear-house, where we followed and caught them. Of course, they bombed the place and a few of them got away.

"Dick will not be very pleased." Kori shook her head. "He had told me not to go on any calls today and enjoy the day with you."

"Hey, we had fun." I smile. "You kicking that ogre of a guy's butt was pretty awesome."

"And you are getting quite good at hand-to-hand combat, Raven." She smiled at me. "You are right, it was a pretty good day."

"But next time we should stay in and do a movie night," I tell her, being completely serious. Today had been a close call and had drained me more than I cared to admit.

"You are right." Kori gave a tired smile. "When we get home how about we watch movies. I can get the guys on patrol for the night."

I forgot I was even on patrol tonight.

"That would be great, but I might fall asleep during the movie." I chuckled. As I did that my side started to ache more so I grasped it with both hands. "And maybe some ice tonight?"

"How bad was it?" She gave a concerned look.

The ogre man had kicked me in the ribs and gave me a bad bruise. I am sure it is already purple by now. After the ogre did that, Kori came in like a badass and kicked his butt.

"I'll be fine," I said, trying not to worry her. "All I need is rest."

She nodded and pulled into the drive of the Titan Tower. She opened the garage door and parked the car. When the car had stopped, I slowly climbed out of the car, holding my side. I let my cap fall over me, hiding my arms.

Kori and I walked into the tower together. When we stepped into the living room, the TV was on and showed us fighting on the screen. Garth and Jaime were commenting on something before they turned and saw us.

"Kori, Raven!" They jumped to their feet.

"You're on TV." Garth pointed to the screen.

"You did good work," Jaime commented.

"Where are the others?" Kori ignored their looks. I did the same.

"Dick and Damian are having a training session." Garth sat back down. "I am pretty sure one of them has killed the other by now."

"I bet Damian killed Dick." Jaime joked.

"Boys, have you don't your homework?" Kori eyed them.

The boys stood up and slumped out of the room. I followed Kori to the training room.

"If they have been in here the whole time, there is a chance they haven't heard." Kori turned to me. "Let me explain everything."

I nodded and followed her in.

Right away my eyes caught Damian slash at Dick's feet. Dick jumped up and narrowly missed Damian's sword. Dick countered with his bow staff, hitting Damian's side with it. Damian hissed in pain and then swiped the feet out from under Dick.

"Do you yield?" Damian said with his sword to Dick's neck.

"Yes." Dick coughed and sat up. Damian put away his sword and offered his hand out to Dick for help. The brother took it and stood to his feet.

Both of them seemed to notice us standing there.

"Ladies." Damian nodded to us.

"Hello." Kori stepped forward. "I want to explain before you hear it on the news."

Both of the boys looked at Kori. "What?" They both asked. Dick was confused and Damiana was a tad annoyed.

"Well, you see..." She turned to me. "We were going out to eat when we heard of a bank robbery."

"You didn't go... right?" Dick stepped forward, looking right at Kori.

"Well..." Kori backed away.

"We went," I confirmed. "The bank robbers ran from the bank to a warehouse, where we caught up to them," I explained to Dick. "We took care of it."

"Took care of it?" Damian said, pulling up something on his tablet that he had grabbed without me noticing. "It blew up!" He handed the tablet to Dick. Dick started reading.

I was glad for my cap now. I knew that if I had shown any of the guys that one of us got hurt, we wouldn't have heard the end of it. I stood up taller, trying to hide my injury. I wasn't going to let them know.

"We hadn't known it was more than just bank robbers," Kori argued.

"And you didn't call for help?" Dick said, handing back the tablet.

"We didn't have time." Said Kori.

Damian didn't say anything. I turned to look at him while Kori and Dick squabbled. Damian's eyes were on me as if he was searching for something. For some reason his eyes made me feel naked and exposed. I looked away.

"It says here one of the girls was injured." Damian interrupted Kori and Dick.

Dick looked at Kori and then at me. I looked at Kori, pleading with her not to say anything. She understood.

"It was a lie," Kori said confidently.

Damian looked at her. I prayed that she wouldn't crack.

"Well then, if no one got hurt, why does Raven have her cloak on?" Damian didn't turn from Kori.

"I am fine," I say. I knew to sell this lie I had to show him, so I opened my cloak and held myself up, telling my hands not to reach for my side. When Damian seemed satisfied, I put the cloak back around me.

"Look, it was a small brawl and everything is fine now," I assured them. "We just came here to see if you guys would allow me off patrol tonight. I am beet."

Dick stood up straight and looked between Kori and me. After a second he nodded. "Fine. I'll fill in for you tonight."

"Thank you, Dick." Kori smiled.

He turned to her. "I am still not happy neither one of you saw the need to call us."

"We handled it," I told him.

"The building was destroyed." Damian stepped towards me. "If one of you had been in there, then this would be a whole different conversation."

If only I told him right there that I only escaped by seconds. I could just see his whole head-turning red and steam coming out of his ears. But I won't tell him. I mean what he doesn't know won't kill him.

Shortly after that, Kori and I went up to our rooms and changed into something more comfortable. I was already gaining my strength back, so I teleported downstairs and snuck up a cooler of ice.

Kori and I went to her room and watched The Office. Kori had shown me this show a while back, so now when we have girl bonding time, we usually watch it in silence. Kori and I shared the ice and nibbled on snacks that she hid up in her room.

"Damian was very angry when he read that someone had gotten hurt today." She spoke while the show changed to another episode.

"He did?" I tried to focus on the intro of the episode.

"It was almost as if he cared one of us had gotten hurt?" She said in an almost suggestive tone.

I looked at her, and she was smiling back at me. "I don't think..." I didn't know how to play it off. Her gaze on me made me turn red with embarrassment. "He was just angry, there is nothing to it."

"Hmmm." She said and turned back to the episode.

I tried to focus on the show, but my face was still red. The way she made it sound almost like Damian cared, but that can't really be. It was just an illusion.

We spent the rest of the night watching shows and soon fell asleep. I woke up around one in the morning and teleported to my bedroom for the rest of the night. I was already feeling better, but when I looked the bruise was still on my skin. The bad thing about bruises that even when my body heals, the bruising color stays on my skin for a while.

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The Next morning I got up like normal and took a shower. I didn't really feel up to an early morning training, so I decided to go on a walk around the grounds. It was a lovely morning with the birds calling and no one in sight.

I was past the gate before I even realized it. I turned back to look at the giant 'T' in the sky. Titan Tower has been my home for many years now and looking back now, I was lucky to have Zatanna watching over me when I came to earth.

Zatanna was the first person to show me kindness when I came here. She was the one who saw the good in me and got me on the Titans. I owed her so much.

"Rachel?" A voice spoke out from behind me.

I turned and saw Damian in his workout gear. He lowered his sword that he was apparently training with and stepped towards me. I stepped forward, closing in the distance between us.

"Damian." I nodded to him.

"What are you doing out here?" He put his sword into his belt.

"I could ask you the same." I nodded to the sword.

"I was training." He stood straight. "Now you."

"I am going on a walk." I stood straight to mimic him.

He nodded in understanding. I turned back, thinking the interrogation was over. I heard his footsteps behind me before I saw him. He was soon walking my pace by my side.

"What are you doing?" I gave him a sideways glance.

"I am walking with you." He said, looking straight forward.

"Okay." I nodded and continued on my path.

"Where are we going?" He said after a few minutes of silence.

"Not sure," I say, brushing my hands across a bush on the path. It was the perfect time of year where the trees were turning green and it wasn't yet too hot out.

He just nodded and we continued on our walk. Honestly, it was nice to have him walking next to me, and even though we weren't talking, it wasn't boring. If it was anyone else like Garth or Jaime, it would be a long and annoying walk, but with Damian I was fine.

"What are you thinking about?" Damian turned to look at me.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"So are you going to tell me the truth about yesterday's events?" He gave an all-knowing look. I tried to play it off.

"I am not sure what you are talking about." I turn so I am not facing him.

"Raven, you are quite good at hiding things and lying, but you should know by now that I can read you. I have been trained by both the League of Assassins and my father. I know you're lying." He grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking anymore.

"Fine." I turned to him. "There was a hick-up and someone got away," I say, trying to avert his attention from what he was surely asking.

"Someone got away?" He stepped back.

"Kori and I have contacted the Justice League," I inform him.

"If this was a normal bank robber there would be no need for the Justice League to be involved." He looked me right in the eyes with his stern emerald eyes. "What are you not telling me?"

"Nothing." I lie.

"Rachel."

"Fine, it was a bit bigger of a situation that we ran into," I tell him. "It wasn't just a normal robbery and to our knowledge, they were working for someone high up than our pay grade, so we handed it over."

"How much high up of a pay grade?"

"Lex Luther," I tell him. "I mean it's a guess, but that is who Kori and I believe it to be."

"What makes you think that?" He tilted his head to look at me. He was adorable like this. Oh shut up mind!

"There were just a few boxes and things there that made us believe Lex had funded that place." I shrug.

"What was inside the boxes?"

"Weapons." I turn away. "As I said it was more than we bargained for."

"And you didn't call because..." He sounded annoyed.

"There was no time." I turned to him. "Look, I know you don't like that we stumbled on this for some reason, but it all happened so fast! There was no time to call for help."

He looked at me as if trying to see if I was hiding anything else from him. I huffed and turned back to the path and started walking. Of course, he followed.

It was a while before he spoke up again.

"And you got hurt?" He said, taking me away from my thoughts. I didn't answer him. "Look, I saw how you held yourself. Even with your cape, I could tell something was off in your walking."

"I was hit by an ogre," I say not looking at him. "It doesn't matter now because I have rested and it has healed."

"Even the skin coloration?" He asked.

How did he know that? I haven't ever told anyone that I heal but the bruising color doesn't go away. I mean a select people know, but none of them on the Titans. HE READ MY FILE!

"Your snooping now!" I turned to look at him, stopping him in his tracks.

"I need to know about everyone's weaknesses and strengths on the team. You should too if you were smart." His words cut through me.

I huffed and started fast walking away. Damian was close on my trail, following me every step. The faster I walk, the faster he did. When I knew I couldn't outrun him, I knew I had to portal.

I stopped dead in my tracks and back kicked Damian in the chest. He stumbled back.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" I conjured the portal and stepped through, letting it close behind me. I was fuming now. How dare he impose on all of our privacy and then accuse us of not being smart to do the same.

I was in my room, pacing out my anger. I knew this was silly of me to let this get to me, but I couldn't help it. How dare he call me dumb! He had no right to those files. They were only for Kori and any of the Justice League members.

Did Kori give him the files?

No, she wouldn't have let that happen. She would have stopped Damian if she ever found out. Damian had to have gotten the passwords and stuff from his father. He was insufferable!

"Raven?" Kori's soft voice took me out of my thoughts.

I walked over and opened the door to find Kori with a concerned look on her face. I let her in and closed the door behind her.

"I heard your footsteps in the hall. Are you alright?" She asked me.

"No," I mumbled in anger.

"What happened?" She put a calming arm on my shoulder.

"Damian has access to all the files on every Titan." I clench my fists together. "He has been reading on all of us."

"He can't do that. He doesn't have the codes." She tells me.

"He does too. He read up on all of us." I look her in the eyes. "Those files have private things that I haven't told anyone. He doesn't have any right to read those."

She studied my face. "Look, I will talk to Batman." He gave me an encouraging smile. "But if he has read up on you, I think it only fair to read up on him."

"What?"

"Don't tell Dick, but on Tamaran, it is only fair that if someone has a one-up on you, that you even the playing fields." She smiled at me. "If you wish, I can give you Damian's file."

"Really?" I wasn't sure if that is what I wanted, but I was interesting.

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone I gave it to you." She nodded. "I will give you the file after breakfast if you wish."

I nodded.

She left the room, giving me one last encouraging smile. When I closed the door I didn't know if I felt any better. I knew that looking at the files would make us even, but it would also be something that my father would have wanted.

There was another knock at the door. I opened it a crack to see if Kori had forgotten something, but it wasn't her.

"I am sorry." He said, pushing the door open wide enough for him to step in.

"Come on in," I said sarcastically, closing the door.

"Look, what I said... I didn't mean it like that." He walked over to my bookshelf and started to look at the collection of books I had created over the years.

"Damian, please go," I asked him.

"Look, I am sorry. I was angry. I am not sure why, but I said those things from anger." He turned his head to look at me.

"So it's not true. You haven't read all the Titan's files?" I questioned.

"No, I have." He nodded. "But you are not dumb for not looking at them yourself."

"Damian, those files are only for the Justice League, they are not for you!" I came closer to him, giving him a piece of my mind. "There are things that some teammates don't need to know about each other!"

"That is not what I was raised to believe." He said a matter of factly.

"I don't care if you were raised to kiss cows!" I point at him in the chest. "You making that choice to invade our privacy is not 'cool' and very unwelcome."

"I am sorry..." He began.

"Save it!" I held up my hand, stopping him. "I don't want to hear it. You are just like my father and invading personal space. If I wanted you to know something, I would have told you!"

I stepped back.

He stepped towards me. "That is not my intention."

I turned so I didn't have to look at him. I heard him sigh in frustration at me.

"Look, I am sorry. I did it a long time ago when I first join the Titans. I haven't looked at them since. I do have picture memory, so I apologize, but I have changed from the boy I was when I first came." I felt his hand on my shoulder.

I knew I was supposed to be anger at him and push away his touch, but his hand felt warm and welcome. I leaned into his touch for a moment before I realized what I had just done.

I turned to look at him, and our eyes met.

"Raven, I am sorry." He bent down so our eyes were at the same height. "I only brought it up today because I wanted you to admit you were hurt, but I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I am not so angry about that as... mortified," I admitted.

"Mortified?"

"You read my files. The things on there... They are..." I looked away. "My father was ruthless, and what's on those files is proof that I am weak."

"Weak?" He pulled my head up so my eyes met his. "No, Raven, when I read those files I was amazed by your strength. You stood up to your father even after all the things he had done to you. You could have easily been his pawn all your life, but you changed that."

"No..." I began to protest.

"Raven, when I first came on the Teen Titans, the first real call was against your father and the entire Justice League. You stood firm and faced him." His eyes were hopeful. "You are not weak and those files prove that."

"They still have all those horrible things I had done before I took the leap to come here." I protest again.

"Stop it!" He held onto my face, firm. "You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. I don't care what the file says."

I sigh and lean my face into his hands. He is strong and holds me, and a feeling of safety comes over me. When I open my eyes again I give a small smile, which he returns.

"Breakfast?" I ask, pulling out of his hands.

"Yes." He nods and follows me out the door. When we get into the kitchen we sit down and eat our meals in silence. Garth and Jaime are having a fight over who is the best hero to fight in the dead of winter. I tune them out and eat my cereal.

Kori comes in sometime later with a plain folder. She passes it to me when she sits beside me. I take it and hind it under the table. There was no need for Damian to find out about this folder now.

I ate the rest of breakfast in silence and when I am finished, I head up to my room with the folder. When I get inside I look down at the cover of the folder. I don't really want to look at this now, but something is telling me to hold on to it.

I put it in the top of my desk drawer and put it out of my mind. Damian might have looked at everyone else folders, but I don't want to be like my father and read it for vengeance. I don't need to.

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Bonus (This takes place in the future of this same storyline)

I teleport into my room, exhausted from the workout Dick put me through. When I got into my room, there was a certain green-eyed boy in my room. I bushed my hand on his shoulder and went to my dresser for my clothes.

I pulled out some PJs and turned to Damian, who had yet to acknowledge me.

"Damian?" I stepped closer to him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. He had a yellow folder in his hands. Oh shit!

"What's this?" He turned up to look at me.

"Um..." I was at a loss for words.

"This is my file." He stood up and looked at me. I was mortified.

"Yes," I said, not able to look him in the eyes.

"Why do you have my file?" He questioned. "How did you get this?"

"Well, um..." I glanced up at him. "Kori might have given it to me when we had that fight a while back about you reading my file."

"That was like three months ago." He looked down at the folder in his hands. "You read this three months ago?"

"No." I look up at him. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. "I haven't read it. I didn't want to."

"Why didn't you?" He looked surprised.

"It would be something my father would have done." I didn't want to hold anything back from him. "I kept it for god knows why, but I promise I didn't read it."

He looked at me in silence for a minute, debating something. Probably to yell at me or kill me. Damian had every right to be angry, he did, but I hadn't even thought about the folder in so long, and I was already so tired.

"Alright." His voice pulled me from my downward spiral.

"Alright?" I asked.

He handed me the file. "You were quite angry about me reading your file. And I don't want to hold anything back from you. You may read my file."

I looked down at the folder and up to him. "What?"

"Raven, I don't want to hide anything from you. I like you, and if you would like, you may read this file. I will answer any questions you may have." He nodded and walked over to the bed, laying down.

I walked over and looked down at him. He looked relax.

"Why?" I didn't understand.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. "I like you, Rachel Roth. I don't care if you know what is in that file. I want to be honest with you." He pulled me for a kiss.

When our lips touched it was like our first kiss all over again. I had been with this boy for a few months but lived with him for years and somehow this boy still managed to sweep me off my feet and surprise me.

I loved him.

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bored-storyteller · 3 years

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Oh my, thank you! Thanks for bringing this to me, I love Sally Face! It's one of my favorite indie games ever! I really hope it meets your expectations.

NOTES: I imagined the more adult Sal, but beyond that there are no other references to the timeline of the original story, except some canonical episodes mentioned.

34- Sally Face - Sal Fisher x Reader

"You can see me"

With a last glance at the clock, you quickly close the water bottle, at the same time grabbing the full glass in the same hand that you also hold the medicine box.

You're pretty sure you find Sal in his room, probably bent over his guitar. Surely it is for that reason that he has not paid attention to his therapy.

It doesn't happen often, in fact, it rarely happens that you have to rush to his rescue, nor do you really like doing it. You don't know how he really feels about it.

Knowing where he keeps his medicines and knowing when he has to take them doesn't make you two a couple. Not even living under the same roof makes you a couple - especially if you are not alone - nor does sharing the same room often and willingly.

In fact, even though someone often mistakes you for two young lovers, you don't really know what Sal thinks of you. As close as you feel him, you are not sure that he feels as close to you; on the other hand, he doesn't seem to share the same kind of intimacy with you that he shares with Larry or Ashley, or at least that's what you think.

Besides, you've never seen his face.

Yours is a purely selfish thought, and you are ashamed of it, but you cannot command feelings.

You know that the first time Larry saw his best friend's face was an accident, with Ash instead, she was the one who took the initiative. In neither case was Sal's will to make him show himself. Yet, despite this deep down, inside you, something stung excruciatingly.

When your friend had lifted his mask, Sal that time was not angry at the intrusiveness - as perhaps you would have done -, nor had he tried to escape later. It is logically normal that he now has less trouble showing himself around them. Sweet Sal, always so loving, so perfect.

You shouldn't feel offended. You know well that for Sal the prosthesis he wears is in effect his face, so it's not that he wants to hide from you, you are simply already seeing him.

Yet you know that under that face another is hidden, however much it may be disfigured. You can't pretend it isn't.

That slight annoyance you have repeatedly tried to ignore has slowly grown, but only now have you dared to call it by name. Because you like Sal. You really like him. And when you have understood this, when you have found the strength to admit it to yourself, everything is put in the right place; the joys, the jealousies you felt and feel… and also that desire to see him, to see beyond, to really see him.

But you'll never force on him for it. As simple as it would be to lift that mask to him with an excuse, you will never force him to show himself to you, even if you die with the regret of never having seen him. It's not the same, it's not the face you want to see, it's the trust you want him to give you. But you can't expect it, and you know it.

You could live with this obsession that has become so present in recent weeks that you can hardly forget it. Maybe it's just your mind that doesn't want to focus on your duties, and then it always wanders to him, aimlessly.

"What is Sal's face like?"

You asked Larry one day without realizing it. You didn't really know what you were doing with him, you just know that for a moment your brain was shut down, and when you woke up you whispered that question.

The astonished look of your friend had poured into you a flood of emotions so sudden that they almost made you cry for no reason: you felt guilty, selfish, reckless, stupid, meddlesome and terribly fragile.

You immediately lowered your gaze to protect yourself, muttering an "sorry, forget it" but never would have canceled that damn question. You thought Larry might misjudge you for that, but instead his big hand pulled you to him, ruffling your hair affectionately, saying nothing.

He seemed to have understood more than you hoped for, yet ...

You shake your head and your hand tightens on the glass of water. You knock on the door and softly call Sal's name.

"Yes?"

His answer comes a few seconds later and you feel safe in opening the door slowly.

It's not exactly what you imagined; he is sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out on the mattress and his back resting against the headboard. The guitar is stored in the case, but in his hands he holds a book with a dark cover.

His kind gaze meets you beyond that face that is always the same. It's amazing how expressive that guy can be under that stiff mask. That damn mask. That lovely mask.

"You didn't take them, did you?"

You ask softly as you lift the medicines to show them. Your voice is cracked against your will, and you're praying he didn't notice.

"Oh ..." his eyes snap to the clock hanging on the wall "thanks, I was completely forgetting about it."

His voice is soft, almost cheerful. He is not bothered by your gesture, or he is very good at hiding it.

You watch him get up to go to the bedside table where you put what he needed. You don't pay much attention to it, you just sit on the bed, picking up the book he was reading, making sure you keep your thumb between the pages, so as not to lose the mark he left.

You read the title and a few lines of the presentation absently. You're just trying to buy time with him, and you know it.

You hear it as he handles the pill box and plastic, and hear the rattle of the straps as they unfasten to release his mouth.

You don't watch it, you're used to the process and now, despite you insisting on staying there, you don't really want to watch it.

You don't understand much about the book, you just know it's about music.

"Do you like it?"

You ask, trying to give a semblance of normality.

"Enough ... actually I'm just at the beginning."

You just nod, not really being able to continue the conversation. Your head feels too full confused, but extremely empty at the same time, and you don't know why.

"Hey ... is everything okay?"

His voice makes you jump, as if he has stung you with a needle. Such a simple question, but you suddenly feel discovered, as if he has just proved he can read your mind. As if you were obliged to tell him the truth.

"Yup!"

You exclaim immediately, and without realizing your head jerks towards him, as if you wanted to assure him of the truthfulness of your words.

You don't notice it right away. You see only his blue eyes for a moment, he is looking at you with concern, more than he should.

At first you wonder if your attitude really is that troubling, but then you start to focus.

His hand trembles slightly around the glass of water, and out of the corner of your eye you can see his mask lying on his pillow.

He swallows the medicine by throwing his head back slightly, perhaps to take a break from your gaze, or to escape a little from the agitation, the fear he is having.

Sal, Sal's face. You are seeing him, free from his hiding place, while he drinks.

Surely he is disfigured, excruciatingly deformed. It's not just a few scratches, it's more, it's a real pain, yet you don't notice it.

Again, this is Sal. You're really seeing Sal's face, the face you've always loved, beyond the mask, like his mask.

He sits next to you, he's trying to act naturally, you see him, but you still see his fingers shaking against the cardboard as he puts the tablet away in the box. He did it for you.

Emotions explode in your chest and you don't bother holding them back. There is no time for any misunderstandings. You are free with him, you always have been, you don't know how you forgot this.

"Sal ..."

You call him softly, and he turns to you despite the hesitation. A light "tell me" sweet and helpful pronounced by the spoiled and shy lips.

Silently, you curl up against him, your arms glide smoothly around his chest, expressing your need to feel him close.

He welcomes you - he always does.

"Hey ..." is a faint call of him, as you hide against his neck to prevent your happiness from going out too violently.

"Thanks..." This is all you can say in your voice damp with emotion. Long last. You are like a child in front of the much desired Christmas present. You are so happy that you could carry the whole world on your shoulders.

"Thank you!" You repeat him with more conviction, and finally your eyes return to his sky-colored gaze. So beautiful, always so loving even in his placid surprise.

He looks at your wet eyes, so wet with affection for him. Your smile is so warm and true, and his lungs slowly empty of all the accumulated tension.

He didn't think anyone could look at him that way, not without his mask. He did not think that a look could be so full of love in front of his disfigured face, yet it seems that you are seeing an angel.

You look at him with your eyes shining with all the admiration you feel, and not because you can lie by saying that you are seeing a beautiful face, but because Sal is the most beautiful person you know.

"I-" His voice tries to say something, but it is cut off; this time it's up to him to be overwhelmed by emotion.

You approach slowly, and the tip of your nose touches his, practically non-existent, but you don't care. You cannot resist the desire to cuddle him, to touch him, to perceive him in every possible aspect of that intimacy that he has decided to give you.

At first he has a little jerk back, of surprise rather than fear, and soon after he is there again, looking for that touch. He is extremely uncertain, but he still responds to your unspoken requests, slowly letting his forehead rest on yours.

He exhales, as if he is releasing a great weight, but he immediately stiffens when you, without realizing it, are approaching his lips.

You wake up immediately from your numbness, before making a probable mistake, and try to get away, at least as long as his arms allow you.

"Please…"

That prayer from him is so feeble yet so meaningful. His gaze asks you to do it, to continue, because he wants it but he is still afraid of taking the initiative. He is putting the responsibility on you, and rightly so.

He is tense, you see it from his swallow and feel it from his tense muscles around you, but it's okay.

You approach again, slowly, gradually lowering your eyelids, a little by instinct and a little in the hope of putting him more at ease.

Kissing him is a special experience, and you like it - you wanted it so much -.

You are not intrusive, it is just a delicate touch, but it persists, leaving him time for him.

When he reciprocates, he does it slowly, unsure of how to proceed, probably troubled by the feelings he can give you or maybe just agitated by the situation. Yet, slowly, you feel it melt against you.

Slightly open your eyes to see that he too has closed them, and then you allow yourself to return to enjoy that moment, more peaceful and serene.

You huddle more, between yourselves, and let the desire flow through you, without going too far, simply enjoying the presence of each other, in your breaths that merge.

When you separate you do it only with your lips, but your gaze remains affectionate and aware.

In the end, that is nothing more than the confirmation of everything: of your knowing what time he should take his medicines and of his letting you know, of his knowing your favorite drink and which shower gel you always use, of cooking one by one. other, of looking so much like a couple for a long time already - and some of it is also the result of Larry's long tongue letting out a few too many words with his best friend.

You watch him as he puts his mask back on, and now you don't care anymore, because you know what's under it, and if that's his face then you've seen his soul.

Suddenly all your happiness is back. You are so happy that not even the bickering between Larry and Todd coming from the kitchen can upset you.

It must be something about the finished milk.

"I'm going to get it!"

You hum loud enough for the two to hear it, as you jump three steps at the same time, happily landing down the stairs.

Sal's laughter reaches you, and you turn to look at him. You like to see him happy, whatever the nature of that happiness.

"I come with you."

He tells you coming to you, reaching out his hand so that you can take it.

You're pretty sure you won't be able to stop smiling all night long.

*The image above is an old drawing of mine

#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #oneshot #request #larry johnson #sally face sal #gaming #video games

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et-dah · 4 years

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The Demon Brothers: Creative Outlets Headcanons

they are all immortals and when you've lived longer than you can remember, you're bound to find a creative outlet to destress, alleviate boredom, or you know, to just have fun!

Lucifer

He’s a busy demon. If he’s not working, he's sleeping, or cleaning up one of his brother’s messes, so he doesn't have that much time to just relax and explore his creative sides.

That said though, it doesn’t mean he has no hobbies at all.

He plays the piano. He used to play it every morning, back when he’s still in the Celestial Realm, when he’d taught Lilith how to play the piano every morning and she’d sat besides him as his fingers moved across the keys slower so she could copy him.

Nowadays, playing the piano feels very nostalgic and bittersweet, but you’ll hear soft, bittersweet melodies drift from the music room once in a while.

He also composes his own music, but that's an even rarer occurrence. The last time he created a new music piece was centuries ago.

(Ever since MC came to Devildom though, he's been itching to write music for them.)

Practices calligraphy for fun. He has a whole set of brushes and ink and lettering pens. His handwriting is already beautiful but his calligraphy is even more amazing.

Another thing he does is gardening. He's got a great eye for landscape architecture, he's the reason why the house's backyard is pretty.

He plants decorative plants and likes to cross breed flowers so the House of Lamentation's backyard is full of pretty shrubs and unfamiliar flowers.

He is usually joined by Beel as he is the other brother that finds gardening very relaxing.

Mammon

He definitely shows his creativity by coming up with the most absurdly brilliant, out-of-the-box, original schemes to make money.

Mammon can draw, like really good. His drawings are very realistic. He prefers to use traditional media: charcoal pencils, graphite sticks, blenders, erasers, drawing pens, brushes, and maybe some watercolors.

He usually does architecture sketches.

But if you check his drawers, you’ll find several sketchbooks of his brothers in different candid poses. MC alone has taken up three whole sketchbooks. Mammon makes sure MC doesn’t see those sketches though.

Crashes Asmo’s Art Day regularly, claiming that if Levi’s invited then the Great Mammon should be too. Asmo and Levi always complains but they let him stay anyway.

Mammon also has a natural talent on jewelry making and metalwork. He makes jewelry from buttons, beads, pearls, diamonds, and crystals. From small pendants to elaborate neckpieces, simple anklets to ornate hairpins.

Mammon has made metal bookmarks for Satan because the book lover always misplaces his bookmarks or destroys them in fits of rage when he doesn't like a book's ending.

He sculpts wood. It takes him months to finish one small piece because he only does it when he's really, really bored, he prefers to make his much more profitable jewelry.

He keeps all of his sculptures in his room, small and detailed pieces of wood engraving of Devildom native animals lining up on one of the shelves.

Leviathan

This is canon but he draws! He doesn't think he's very good at it, but he really enjoys it.

Unlike Mammon who likes to draw with his charcoal pencils and drawing pens, Levi prefers to draw digitally. He still switch to traditional media now and then though.

Has a monthly scheduled “Art Day” where he and Asmo hang out together, Levi draws with his sketchbook or his drawing tablet and Asmo paints. They basically just gossip and hype each other’s art.

Dabbles in making short animations but feels like it’s just not something for him. He makes short comics though.

He wants to be able to make his own video game someday though. Maybe after he learns programming.

He makes the most detailed cosplay outfits for his own cosplays. He sews really good and patches his brothers clothes when they ask. Where do you think Asmo learns how to sew his own clothes from?

Really good at dancing and he really likes it too. He's a natural at it. From the most intricate traditional Devildom dances to freestyle dancing. He can make new moves on the spot and can copy any moves from one look.

He’s a shy baby though, you’ll rarely see him dance when he’s sober.

Except when he’s playing DDR (Demons Dance Revolution). Then, it’s like he’s the most confident demon in Devildom.

Satan

Satan writes poetry when inspiration strikes him. He has also written short stories but he always comes back to creating beautiful poems. He’s got a way with words.

Photography is something he has only recently taken interest in but he has a great eye for taking breathtaking shots.

Has become the family’s go-to photographer.

“Satan, take a picture of me and Mammon!” “Satan, take our picture, quick!” “Satan, help me get a picture for my Devilgram!”

He’s the reason Asmo’s Devilgram pictures always look like they’re taken professionally in a photo studio or something.

Satan loves art, likes to stroll through museums and stare at paintings for hours, but has little talent in creating them. Even so, he still likes to paint even if he's not good at it.

Sometimes he just wants to slap paint on a canvas and make a colorful mess. It's fun.

He joins Art Day every other month.

Another thing he does is knitting! It relaxes him. It gives him something to focus at when he's angry (um, angrier than usual), just to give his hands something to do that doesn't involve breaking anything. The simple patterns he makes are easy enough that they don't frustrate him.

Rarely ever finishes his knitting though, you'll just find this 5 meters long knitted fabric in one corner of his room with the ends coming undone because he calms himself down enough to stop knitting.

Asmodeus

Regularly designs, cut, and sew his own clothes.

Has a lot of sketchbooks full of drawings of flowy dresses and stylish coats and many aesthetically pleasing shirts.

He has started his own clothing line and sometimes collaborate with Majolish.

But for the most part, he designs clothes for himself and himself only, he doesn't want anyone else to wear clothes as fabolous as his.

Nail art? Nail art.

Asmo paints all of the brothers nails and sometimes he'll persuade one of them to let him do a complete manicure, with glitter polish and shiny studs and all.

Yes, even Lucifer. You just never see the results because Lucifer wears his gloves almost all the time.

Asmo creates beautiful makeup art. He doesn't really like a lot of makeup on his own face though, so his brothers' faces are his canvases.

He also has a great eye for interior decorating and flower arranging. He restyles his room every month.

Not many people know it but he paints. And he's very good at it. He has done a painting of each brother, the paintings can be seen on the walls of the House of Lamentation's hallways.

Art Day with Levi (and sometimes Satan or Belphie) is spent with him in front of canvases, chatting with his brothers, paint splatters on his hands. It's the only day that he doesn't mind looking a little messy.

Beelzebub

He cooks, of course! And bakes too!

It's one of the times he’s willing to wait to eat because cooking the ingredients first rather than just straight up eating them will make the foods taste better.

Half of the food in the kitchen are his creations. Anything he can make on his own from scratch, he will; jams, ice cream, sauces, juices, bread, chips, etc.

Likes to experiment and always do something different than the original recipes.

He garnishes his cooking like it’s something you order from a five star restaurant.

Beel is another demon who has a green thumb. He likes taking care of plants and doesn't mind getting a bit dirty doing it so gardening is another hobby of his.

If Lucifer plants ornamental plants, Beel grows useful plants like herbs and vegetables and small fruits. He's also good at topiary.

Always has an idea for a DIY project.

His creations is scattered all over the House of Lamentation. Belphie's drawer divider is made out of yogurt cups. Broken drawer knobs recycled into Asmo's jewelry organizer. The coat rack. The bathroom towel holder.

Even Lucifer's hanging Demonus rack is handmade by Beel when he's bored one weekend, with Mammon's help for the engraving decorations along the sides of the rack. Beel's got a bit of Bob the Builder in him.

He is very good at singing. His voice is clear and he has a broad vocal range. Has been caught unconsciously humming in class many times.

Has definitely sang Belphie to sleep.

Belphegor

Does his pranks counts as a creative outlet though?😂 Between him and Satan, Belphie's ideas are the most creative and out of the box, resulting on some of the best pranks they did.

Belphie does origami. It's relaxing, easy enough to learn, and doesn't take much effort and energy to do it.

Has stacks of origami papers in his room: standard origami paper, foil paper, traditional Washi ones, the leather-like Momigami paper, all kinds of paper.

He especially loves to make little origami stars and keeps them in glass jars in his room.

Belphie also has adult coloring books.

And kids coloring books.

Coloring is relaxing to him. It's very calming to just lay down and fills a page with pretty colors for a while. It's not a tiring way to destress, he can color without moving from his bed, and it feels satisfying when he finishes a whole page.

He sometimes joins Art Day if he's not too lazy to move. Still prefers to color alone where it's quiet though.

He also journals. It's another thing he can do that is inexpensive and not energy consuming. He writes about anything that comes to his mind, his thoughts, his ideas, memories.

Definitely keeps a dream journal.

Also I headcanon that as the Avatar of Sloth, sleep and dreams are some of the things he can manipulate. He enjoys creating dreams; the worldbuilding, the story, the details. He can be really creative when it comes to making them, spinning the most vivid and imaginative dreams.

They’re not necessarily good dreams though. After all, he is still a demon, his dreams will most likely mess up your mind than make you smile in your sleep.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #rol writes

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ruakichan · 3 years

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OH MY GOD the last chapter for this part of King’s Raid dropped today and fuck I CRIED SO MUCH. I’m a sucker for ‘big sibling defying the odds to save their younger sibs’ and Clause is 100% everything I want in an older brother and r.clause is goddamn hot in how implacable and tragic he is and sob I CRIED A LOT WHEN POWER OF NAKAMA SHOWED UP IN THE FORM OF ROI AND CLEO BEING THE MIRACLE MARIA PRAYED FOR TO SAVE KASEL AND FREY (GOD WHY WAS THAT SCENE SCRIPTED SO WELL?!!?) AND i started the game not liking maria and morrah but holy shit i love these two so much now and i hope they live happily together i had to recharge my tablet so i haven’t done the myriad of after-chapter substories also morrah’s outfit was fucking hot here? what outfit was that? i hope it’s not LOV

It was a good final chapter, made even more excellent by so much nice imagery.

There was a lot of effective framing with the story scenes; the game uses low count models for gameplay but they really do what they can to use them in story sequences for maximum emotional impact. (As an aside, I wish Exos would do the same thing—that game could really kill it if they actually bothered to lean into their story more and use their models for story like KR does. but i’m pretty sure EH only has two devs working on the whole thing lol)

It doesn’t take much but some good lighting and framing to really add a lot of dramatic impact to the story.

ANYHOO, Lucikiel is my boy (he’s my best unit), but lawd, he really went hard in on the villainy. Did get a hilariously awesome shot of him looking absolutely irritated that these jrpg heroes just refused to be defeated though:

He’s been temporarily banished, but hopefully he’ll make a return since Ezekiel really needs some character growth, which they hinted at with the substories for the last chapter. (I don’t care for Theo’s faction, but I do like Ezekiel a bunch.) Luc felt a bit one-dimensional, so I was a bit disappointed how he was handled tbh.

Kasel’s new look? Though? Can we get a skin of that? Or something? I really like the colors and his eyes are super pretty with that gradient from purple to yellow?

Anyway, glad they did address Kasel’s guilt and didn’t have his former allies handwave ‘oh he was just possessed so it’s ok he did all that genociding,’ which tends to be pretty common in jrpg fantasy tropes. (yes i know the game is korean but you know what i mean) He’s also really grown up a lot from being the generic plucky young hero. Frey just being constantly angry and conflicted even to the end, even at Clause’s sacrifice, was really great and just hit me hard in the feels; this isn’t a happy ending for her either and it barely qualifies as a bittersweet one. Usually it’s the female characters that tend to have the sweet kind heart, but it’s Kasel who was constantly holding out against the darkness and she who embraced it, because she was so bitter against the world.

But oh my god they brought back ‘you were always late’ line toward Clause (which is how Frey framed her blame on Clause for never being there for them) and oh my GOD he was like ‘yeah i was late again’ while he was dying and THANKS GAME I NEED TO REHYDRATE AGAIN (I really love the ‘late’ line, cause when I first started the game, Clause was absent a lot despite being a supposedly important figure to Kasel and Frey, so he felt kinda... ‘not there’ and forgettable, even though this wasn’t explicitly pointed out by the game. TURNS OUT THIS WAS A FUCKING PLOT POINT MANY CHAPTERS IN.)

And yeah, I got a bit spoiled that Clause is actually in stasis similar to Siegfried, but that doesn’t mean I’m still not torn up about it ok.

You did good, Clause.

#screenshot #long post #spoilers #i took so SO many screenshots lemme tell you omfggggggg #kings raid

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chaoslordjoe · 4 years

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Bloodlines AU - Rolling Thunder

Dominick Schnee and his family were all gathered in the courtyard, with the young heir looking over a set of weaponry for him to try out. In front of him laid broadswords, hammers, pikes including a basic staff. Weiss stood next to her son, curious to see what would be his calling and future best friend in combat.

“Now Dominick, remember that you shouldn't pick a weapon purely on a whim. It has to match up both the fighting style you want to develop, so think carefully.” Weiss advised. “But there's no shame in trying out more than one. If you find two or more you like you could combine them but it all depends on your preferences."

"I know, mom." He replied. "It's just that since dad uses a trident, part of me feels comfortable starting out with a staff. But you use a rapier, so part of me is wondering if I should be a swordsman instead." Nick sighed, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his glasses at the two options he just mentioned.

"What I'm saying is, we shouldn't influence your choice. This is up to you, but if you really want to pick a weapon like ours I won't stop you." Weiss replied.

"Just go with what feels right." Willow insisted.

Deciding to start out simple, Dominick picked up the staff. Klein served them a spot of tea after filling Misha's food bowl.

"Well, this is a sight for sore eyes, mum." The butler said towards Willow. "You hadn't picked up that staff since Weiss was born."

"For obvious reasons.” Willow frowned. “But somehow I'm glad to have moved on from those days. Let's see if Nick received the same Schnee talent for weaponry.”

"Wait a sec, you remember that thing?" Neptune asked.

"It's the only bloody good thing that Jacques ever mentioned about her." Klein replied in his angry persona before switching back as Nick began swinging the staff around.

Remembering Sun's display of prowess, Nick twirled the staff. So far, so good. No bumbling yet as he practiced jabbing the wood forward.

"Little basic, but not bad so far." Neptune observed, turning towards his mother-in-law. "So you used that old thing before switching to your dad's LMG?" He guessed.

Willow nodded. "Yes, before I decided to take after your great-grandfather a bit more."

"What do you think so far, Snow Angel?" Neptune asked his wife.

"He's getting there. But I don't think he's quite found his calling yet." Weiss answered.

Swatting the staff down against the marble surface, Nick twirled it again then slowed down to catch his breath.

"A little heavy, but nothing I can't handle." The heir said.

"Why don’t try some more difficult weapons? See if you have a preference for them." Weiss suggested.

"Okay." He nodded, setting the staff back into the weapons case settling on the war pike next.

"Don't go too hard! You don't want to strain yourself" Willow advised.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He reassured her. "So I just thrust? Is that it, dad?"

"Sure, but you gotta do more than that, pal." Neptune said walking up to his son and positioned him to be holding the pike downwards. "See, you can't have your guard up all the time with one of these. But you also gotta be ready to dodge or parry." He instructed.

Nick squinted. "That sounds counter-intuitive to using a pike."

"Yeah, but it gives you room to strike where your target least expects it. I prefer this stance when practicing before I put 'em up." Neptune answered, heading back to his seat.

"Give it a swing, Dominick." Said Weiss.

"Alright..." And with that, Nick began thrusting, stabbing, and pretending to hit a target with the butt of the weapon.

"Hmm, could use a better form but not bad for a practice swing." The CEO observed.

Thrusting a couple more times, Nick accidentally threw the pike into a shrubbery making Weiss flinch. Walking over and grumbling, Nick took the pike and inhaled sharply pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I...Guess throwing weapons aren't for me, then." He remarked.

"It's trial and error Little Yeti, you'll get it in time." Willow coaxed.

"I know, Oma." He said, settling the weapon's butt on the ground. "I think I could use some target practice."

"Klein. Would you mind setting up the targets?" Weiss requested.

"Right away, Weiss." He said, typing into his tablet and summoning several Knight dummies centered around Nick from the cobblestone. "There you are, sir!"

"Thanks, Klein." Nick stated, readying his pike and practicing his block before taking a swing at the blue Knight.

"Take your time, use your time blocking to read your enemy" Willow called out.

"Right!" Spinning around again, he jabbed green.

The droid was dazed before he landed several weak slashes and attempting to block yellow's punch. A little too late, which the teen shook off before wrestling with the brighter droid's grasp on the pike. He kneed it in its metallic gut before dropping it to the floor and piercing it with the tip.

"You got it, pal! You got it!" Neptune cheered with him dodging and tripping the pink Knight.

Weiss rooted for her boy next. "Well done Nicky, keep it up."

"Give them what for, sir!" Klein went next as Nick hoisted and threw up the red droid into brown. Followed by withstanding some brutal jabs from purple.

"Watch your blind spots." Willow continued.

With a roar, Nick tripped the black droid next, shanking it with the pike before getting ambushed by orange. The droid continuously pounded at his back as he held the pike up, blocking it and trying to find an opening from its onslaught.

"Think Nick, find an opening." Said Weiss.

Hearing his mother's words, he circled around orange which raised its mechanical fists. It's footsteps whirred and clanked while it circled around the makeshift arena with the family watching cautiously, while Misha whimpered for her master crouching down next to Willow.

Willow reached down to pet the Whippet speaking softly. "He'll be okay"

And that's when the young man found an opening. With orange giving a 'come-at-me' hand gesture, the bot was greeted with Dominick charging at it. He was met with a jab to the right cheek, but he knocked the bot down with his shoulder, then curb-stomping it with his foot...

CRACK!

Until he noticed a crack in the ground across the snowflake sculpture's base. The bot was taken out from his bootprint, but Nick curiously eyed the crack.

"...That wasn't- -"

But before he could finish, the sculpture's base gave out, collapsing and rolling towards the family's seats.

"Bloody hell! Mum, get down!" Klein shouted, tackling Willow as Misha ran around barking wildly.

"WEISS!" Neptune shouted next, tackling his wife with all of them ducked down.

Nick ran towards the snowflake in an attempt to grab and halt it.

But it was quickly stopped, rolling in place before landing flat on the ground before it could hit anyone. Neptune was the first to look up, while Willow dusted herself off from that roll. Weiss ran up to check on her son who was currently catching his breath.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" Weiss shot off.

"I-I'm fine..." Dominick replied when everyone got up. "What the hell was that?"

Weiss was too shocked to correct her son's language. "I'm not sure"

"Are you hurt, mum?" Klein asked the matriarch.

“I’m alright.” Willow answered. “Neptune?”

"Yeah!" Neptune replied, noticing Misha still spooked and barking her head off. "Uh hey, Willow? I think the dog needs your magic touch!" He observed.

Willow noticed, clapping her hands towards the Whippet.

"C'mere Mish-Mish." She cooed, making kissing noises which the skinny dog immediately took notice of. Ducking cautiously before running at full speed, Misha sat in her place, rubbing her head against her mistress' leg and licking her hand.

"That's a good girl." Willowed hummed, petting behind her ears.

"Sir, what in blazes happened?!" Klein began.

"I- -I stomped on the bot and when I did, the ground cracked," Nick explained, grabbing his shaking hands. "It must've hit the sculpture." He stammered.

"Calm down Nick, we'll figure this out.” Said Weiss. “Now are you sure it was you that caused it?"

"I'm pretty certain, considering it happened as soon as my foot hit the ground." He answered.

Willow walked over to where the statue stood then to the boot mark before turning to her daughter "Darling, his semblance."

Weiss surveyed the destruction "This definietly isn’t the work of Glyphs. Are you positive, Mother?" She then asked.

"Well, that's up to Nick, what do you think honey?” She said.

"Nick, try accessing your aura" Weiss followed up with.

Gulping, the heir did so. Inhaling deeply with his family's Aura color pulsating through his body. Even if it was a cool Spring evening, he still felt the warmth of his soul’s manifestation washing over him which the Schnees noticed with shock and awe.

"...Holy- -" The words died in Neptune's throat when he finally sat down.

"It IS his semblance…!" Weiss gasped.

"I guess so." Dominick concluded with the shimmer fading back to it’s normal state.

Willow smiled proudly. "Congratulations, Little Yeti." She hummed.

“Bang-on job, sir!” Klein added next.

"Uh, thanks." He said, sitting against the damaged base. "I think we should clean this up before we party." He then suggested.

"I'm afraid I'm not really that flexible as was before you were born, sir." Klein remarked with a cringe.

Weiss smiled. "We'll hire someone to take care of it. For now though, we're getting you your favorite drink and a hot bath." She said, pinching his cheek when he stood up. "And strict training to control it so that this doesn't happen again."

“Okay, mom." He said with a flustered smile and giving her a headpat.

Weiss grinned at her taller son’s affection. "That's better. Now hurry up, we have a celebration to get to." She ordered.

Nick left to hit the bath, with Misha following while the family left from the wreckage of their statue.

#rwby #rwby au #weiss schnee #neptune vasilias #iceberg #klein sieben #willow schnee #rwbaby #rwbabies #rwby next gen #rwby future #Dominick Schnee #schnee dust company

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batfam-imagines · 5 years

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Batsis/Batbro/Batsibling that was struck by lightning/received a high voltage of electricity and lived but they have major electric scars after. How would the batboys and Bruce react?

Title: Lightning

So sorry this took so long for me to write. I was going through some old requests and this one just spoke to me!

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It’s always raining in Gotham,but rarely is it ever a true storm. Thunder and lightning crash through thesky, lighting up the buildings, and silhouetting the vigilante’s swingingbetween them.

Jason and Dick hit the roof oneither side of you, puddles splashing as the three of you race to the other endof the skyscraper.

The two older vigilantes stopat the edge of the roof, hunkering under one of the many gargoyles while youclimb even higher, watching the quiet city.

“Y/N! You shouldn’t be up thathigh! Not in the storm, you could slip!”

You let out a laugh, “I’m notgonna slip! I’ve been climbing these gargoyles for years!”

Jason un-clasps his helmet, hishair getting drenched in less than a minute, “Come on, birdie! You’re makingDick nervous! If you get hurt -”

No one can predict lightningstrikes, not even the best meteorologists. So no one can predict that lightningwill strike right where you’re standing, that electricity will surge throughyou’re entire body, that it’ll stop your heart.

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Dick screams when the lightninghits Y/N, he lunges forward to catch their, now completely, limp body before itplummets to the city streets below.

“Y/N! No, no, no! Jason, callthe Cave!” Dick scrambles for the latches on Y/N’s suit until he can get hisfingers on their pulse. “No pulse, shit! Jason! Call the damn Cave! I’mstarting CPR now!”

Jason’s fingers scramble at hisear, “B! B, are you there?! B, there’s been a fucking emergency!”

“Hood, what happened? Everyonewas ordered to stay inside -”

“Yeah, yeah, I know! Listen,Y/N was struck by lightning – Dick’s … he’s doing CPR, there wasn’t a pulse. Idon’t – I don’t -” Jason raises a shaking hand to run through his hair.

“Calm down, Jason. Take a deepbreath, you know CPR, continue that until I get to you. Tim and I are trackingyour location right now. Keep calm, Jason, we’re coming. Go help Dick until weget there”

Jason splashes to his knee’s oppositeof Dick, “Switch off”

“’m fine”

“If you don’t take a break, you’llbe too exhausted to keep going later, we don’t know how long we have to keepthis up. Switch. Off”

Dick’s face twists up into asnarl, “Fine, 27-28-29-30. Switch”

Jason continues on for two morerounds, the only sounds being the boom of thunder and the huffs of breath atevery compression.

“Can I shock them with my Escrimasticks?” Dick pulls out one of his weapons, “Would shocking Y/N again do moredamage?”

“Only one way to find out.”Jason quickly shifts back, and Dick presses the Escrima stick forward. Jason reachesout and checks for a pulse before restarting CPR. “Recharge and try again”

Dick glances towards the ground,“B just pulled up, keep going Jay. One more shock and Bruce’ll be here. Onthree pull back. One, two, three” The tip of the Escrima stick makes contactwith Y/N’s chest again, more electricity pulsing through their body.

“A pulse! I felt a pulse!” Jason’seyes are wide, his fingers pressed tightly to Y/N’s carotid artery.

Dick scrambles closer, his ownfingers going to Y/N’s wrist to feel for a pulse, “I got one too! Thank God!”Y/N was even breathing on their own.

Bruce bursts through the accessdoor, “Why did you stop CPR? Quick, get Y/N on the gurney, we need to get backto the Cave -”

Jason’s fingers shake butrefuse to move from where they’re pressed to Y/N throat, “We got a pulse. We –we -”

“Good, get Y/N on the gurney.The Batmobile’s still running, Alfred’s getting the Cave ready as we speak.”

–

Everything hurts when you wake up.Your entire right side feels like it’s on fire, your chest feels like your ribshave been broken, and your shoulder feels like it’s been dislocated.

“’flred … Alfred!”

“Y/N, good heavens, you’reawake!” The old butler quickly bustles around your hospital bed, “How are youfeeling? Do you need anything?”

“W-What happened? I don’tremember … I was on Patrol with – with Dick and Jason, but I don’t – what happenedafter?” You try to push yourself higher on the bed, but your right arm doesn’twant to work. “Why can’t I …?”

“Y/N, you were struck bylightning. Your heart stopped for approximately 7-minutes on that rooftop,Master Richard and Jason were able to perform CPR and restart your heart.”Alfred gently places a hand on the side of your neck, “Unfortunately thelightning left you with some … intensive scarring, which is why you are in so muchpain”

“How long was I out?”

Jason steps into the hospitalwing, “Two weeks, you were unconscious for two weeks”

“Hey, Jay” You throw a smile atyour older brother, “Heard you and Dickie saved my life. Thanks for that”

“You little shit, do you knowhow scared I was?! You didn’t have a fucking heartbeat!! You almost fell offthat damn building and I was in too much shock to catch you! You’re lucky Dickwas there, or you’d be a damn pancake!” Jason reaches out and pulls you into agentle hug, touching your right side as little as possible.

“I know, I was reckless. I’msorry.”

“Damn right you’re reckless! Itold you not to climb so high! You didn’t listen and you got hurt!” Dickcharges is, eyes blazing. “But you’re okay and that’s all that matters! I loveyou! I don’t tell any of you that enough, but I almost lost you!”

“I’ll be more careful, promise”

Bruce walks in next, “Good,after this accident everyone needs to be more careful. Y/N, you’re benched forthe foreseeable future. You’ll need intensive physical therapy to regain fulluse of your right arm.”

“Thanks for the concern, B.”You throw him a smile, “Not like I did it on purpose”

Bruce takes a breath beforewalking closer, “I’m glad you’re alright, Y/N. You had us all scared for awhile there”

–

The first time you see the scarringleft by the lightning strike, you cry. It spiders across the right-side of yourjaw, down your neck, over your shoulder and arm, and across your chest. Thescars are angry and red, standing out starkly against your skin.

Jason’s quick to reassure youas soon as he sees tears, “They aren’t that bad! They actually look prettybadass! Aw man, don’t cry! It won’t even be that bad once it starts to fade!”

You quickly wipe the tearsaway, “Do you know how hard this’ll be to explain to the media?! Or even tohide in my mask!”

“Don’t worry about that stuff,you aren’t leaving the Manor anytime soon anyway. I’m actually surprised Damian’slet you out of his sight this long”

“He’s a good kid, Jay. He justhas a hard time showing he cares. And plus, I like his company, he’s actuallypretty smart” You slowly flex your fingers, “Come here and help me with myphysical therapy, I still can’t move my arm right”

Jason groans, but heaveshimself off the bed, “Alright, alright. You’re lucky you’re my favorite sibling”

–

Tim approaches you next, “Jasonmentioned you were worried about being recognized by your scars …”

You glance up from your bookand flash a brief smile at him, “Yeah, I was tellin’ him that it might be hardto spin to media how suddenly I have this great new accessory and one of theBats does too”

“What would you think of a masksimilar to Cassandra’s? or one that covers just your mouth, so the scar was hidden?And I mean we can just tell the media the truth, or part of it, just tell themthat we were all outside during the last storm and that you got hit”

“That’s a pretty good idea,Tim. You got some sketches to show me?” Tim holds out his tablet and you flickthrough about twenty different suit designs, “Damn, Timmy, when did you havetime for all this! These are great! How about number 15, that one only goes up overmy nose and I can keep the Domino still. I like the colors of that one too, purpleand red, hell yeah.”

Tim grins, “I was torn betweenthat one and seven. I’ll makes up the new suit so you can try it on. You know,I wish you could show off the scar, it’s pretty bad ass looking”

You smirk, “Thanks, it’sstarting to grow on me”

–

“I would like to draw your scar,Y/N, if you would let me” Damian stands in front of you holding his sketchpadand various drawing supplies.

“What?”

“The way the scar twists is fascinatingand I believe it will provide a challenge to draw on the human body. That is ifyou would let me”

You chuckle and flick the TVoff, “Alright, kid, I’ll be your model. I just have one condition”

Damian’s eyes flash inexcitement, “Name it”

“You have to show me thepicture when you’re done with it”

“Very well, if that is youronly condition I would like to start now”

You lay back on the couch andpull your t-shirt off, leaving you in a tank-top, you slide your right arm freeso the scar is completely exposed, “Draw away, Dami”

–

“Y/N … does it hurt?”

You glance over at Dick, onlyto see his eyes locked on your exposed scar, “Not anymore, not a lot anyway.Sometimes it aches, or I get like a phantom pain, but not nearly as much aswhen I first woke up in the cave”

“I – I’m sorry you have it”

“You’re sorry I have the scar?”

Dick nods mutely, his lipsturned down in a frown, “You have it because I wasn’t watching you closeenough. I let you climb on the gargoyle, if you hadn’t then you wouldn’t -”

“Stop! It wasn’t your faultwhat happened to me! I chose to be reckless in the middle of a thunderstorm.You and Jason saved my life. If it wasn’t for you, I would have fallen off thatbuilding. This scar means I’m alive, means I didn’t die. I’d rather have ahundred scars than be dead”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,Y/N”

“I know, Dick.”

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◇The Prince and The Punk◇

Paring: College AU!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: You and Ransom never seen eye to eye, during one class in high school you let him know how you really feel and from there it was pranks and bullying all on you. Until you finally went to college, forgetting all about Ransom until you happen to encounter him again, this time at his grandfather's, the famous novelist, Harlan Thrombey. With a research paper that needs to be done to make the grade, are you gonna put up with Ransom's shit?

Warnings: language, bullying.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: omgggg this is my first time actually formatting a story for Tumblr and I just hope y'all like it. There's gonna be smut but that's wayyy later and maybe in a mini chapter. Thanks for reading 💖

Chapter 1. The Writing Writer

~Flashback~

You drummed your finger along the desk, pissed off and annoyed as you watch Ransom Drysdale, yes, him. The richest kid in school and the biggest piece of shit you've ever laid your eyes on. He was actually an alright guy, for the most part, but you you see beyond his pretty blonde hair, blue eyes and fake smile. He was made to look like an angel, one of those sculptures you see in Italy. He was flirting with your friend as all three of you sat at a table in science class, he has a girlfriend but almost every girl he flirted with, including you, but you harshly turned that off.

"Aw come on Lexi, you're so smart, just help me out?" He blinked his ocean blue eyes at her, she giggled and smiled, about to slide her paper over to him until you grabbed her hand.

"Lexi, don't you think Ransom should have been paying attention to the lesson rather than making goo goo eyes at you?" You asked, gritting your teeth.

"Aw Y/n, I can help him out, it's no big deal." She smiled, you loved her, you really did but even she was falling into the spell of Ransom.

"Yeah Y/n. She doesn't mind, but yet," he looked over at you, it sparked more a hatred in you, "yet you, seem to really mind me? What is it? You like me don't you? Want me all to yourself?"

You sighed, giving him a deadpan expression, "I rather eat razors and then shit them out, you're shitty and annoying and a fake." His smile dropped, Lexi covered her mouth, either in shock or to stifle a laugh. "You act like you're such a king here, having everyone bend to your whim but who are you really? You're a trust fund playboy and I really hope you don't breed, we already have enough shitheads like you in the world."

Everyone in the room was looking at you, clearly you weren't aware of your tone, even the teacher looked shocked.

But Ransom, deep down he should have hated you, but instead, he laughed. He laughed so loud and hard that his was was beet red and tears came down.

"Wow," he chuckled, catching his breath, "fuck you."

From then senior year was filled with Ransom knocking books out of your hand, spilling various liquids on you, thankfully it was tea, water or coffee, he even went as far as cling wrapping your car before homecoming started. You paid him no mind though, you were really good at that, ignoring him and going on about your day, your mom always said that children act out when they want attention and that was one thing you would never give him. He noticed just how much you really didn't care for him, it made him angry, he spent almost every day finding something to inconvenience you and you just brushed him off like dust.

He cornered you in a back room in the photo lab one day after school, you were cleaning up and helping out when the Jock pushed you in a closet, closing the door behind him.

"Oh great. My favorite person." You rolled your eyes, "get out of my way, I have stuff to do."

"You're not going anywhere," He growled, he smelled of sweat and dirt, he must have came from training. "You and I need to talk."

You sighed, shifting in the tight space that Ransom took up, "well I'm listening, but hurry up you stink."

"You're really good at ignoring me, just wondering how and why?"

"You mean how haven't I giving in to your antics? Because you're a child, you act like one and I don't pay attention to boys that act like children," You heard him punch the wall next to you, "just let it go Hugh, sometimes you can't get all the girls to suck you off."

You smirked and ducked under his arm, opening the closet door to see Ransom's two friends, Sam and James sitting on the desk across from the closet. They made eye contact with and quickly looked away, it was clear that they were uncomfortable with the situation. You packed your bag and left, leaving Ransom in the closet to deal with the fact that you just called him by his first name.

"You alright in there man? What'd she do, spit on ya?" James called from the desk.

Sam got up and dragged him out, "come on, don't let some chick ruin the rest of your senior year, after this, we got college girls to look at."

"You're right," Ransom laughed, "I can't fucking wait."

~Present~

After high school, you never saw Ransom, he was basically out of sight, out of mind. College was rolling around and you picked your major of psychology, you were lucky that the town had a college and it was easy to get into. You spent your first few months taking the classes required and studying, your teacher reminded you that the final paper was due months from now, to write a report on a literary author of the time. They assigned everyone an author, when your name came up, you got the author, Harlan Thrombey. The last name rung a bell in your head, but you couldn't tell why. Leaving class you notice many people were in the college colors. Right, football season. You saw some sororities gathered in the parking lot cheering, you didn't want to be part of any of them. You were almost to your car when you remembered why the last name Thrombey sounded so familiar.

Ransom Drysdale was on the back of a pickup cheering and laughing with other guys in their football jerseys, he soon forgot about you after high school. But through his dark, gold rim glasses, he saw you, the same as ever, he was really shocked to see that you even stayed in town, you were really smart, not that he would admit it. Stepping off the back of the pick up, he made his way towards you, you were walking at a fast pace, trying to get to your car before he could catch up and torment you. Ransom saw you get in your little grey Volkswagen and slam the door, locking it behind you. The engine stalled a few times before it finally came to life. Ransom was just getting to your car when you quickly pulled out, almost hitting him. You paid no attention to the speed until you reached the first green light off campus. Taking a deep breath, you looked in your rear view and chuckled, it was childish, but you were glad to get away.

Thankfully it was Friday and you wouldn't see him until Monday, throwing your bag on the floor, you sat at your desk fuming. If all places, why does Ransom Drysdale have to be in the same college as you? You opened your laptop and began looking up Harlan Thrombey, he thankfully had an email, writing out who you were, the nature of your email and a few other things, you clicked the 'send' button and waited.

Later that evening while you were reading, your phone pinged, showing you that there was an email from Harlan. He wrote back that he would be glad to have you over to study his work for your research paper and asked if you could come over Saturday. Doing a small dance of happiness in your room, you replied that you'll be there at noon.

The next morning you wore something that would look rather business casual, most of your clothing was on the darker side so it was easier to match items and stopped in town at the local donut shop before heading to Harlan's. Pulling up you saw a white BMW, the kind that was vintage, it probably ran better than your car double checking your bag once more for your notebook, tablet and charger, you locked your car and walked up to the brick manor. The place was absolutely gorgeous as you took a moment to wonder what the inside would look like. Suddenly two blurs came running up to you barking and sniffing, one was a black lab and the other a German shepherd. They both sat down and looked at the box of donuts you were carrying.

"Sorry, I didn't get anything for you," you frowned, slowly backing towards the steps, "maybe next time."

You rung the doorbell and waited, the dogs followed you and waited by you patiently with their tails wagging. A young woman opened the door, she looked about your age with dark brown hair and bright eyes, "you must be y/n," she smiled, the dogs rushing in almost knocking her over, "Harlan told me you were coming, I'm his nurse, Marta." She lead you into the house which wasn't bare in any area, there were decorations on covering the walls, either with paintings, books, it some strange artifacts. You followed her to the library where you saw Harlan, all grey hair but eyes were full of life.

"Ah, you must be Y/n," he said, turning his attention away from a man that sat in a chair, facing away from you, "I was just talking to my grandson about you, how he should be doing his homework but instead, he's talking of football and girls."

"It's nice to meet you mr. Thrombey," you smiled, walking over to him, "I brought donuts."

The man in the chair stood up, "I know that voice," he turned around, same damn smirk on his face like it was permanent, "ah, of course it's you, my favorite person."

God damned Ransom Drysdale.

You looked like a deer in head lights, "what the hell are you doing here?" You asked, taking a step back.

"Visiting my grandpa?" He said, "bring those donuts over here, I'm starving."

You thought it was a sick joke, but you can see it, the tiny resemblance between Ransom and Harlan. But here you are, trapped in a house with you high school bully. He made his way over to you and opened the box, he was still the same, no respect for personal space.

"I saw you yesterday, but you left," he took one of the chocolate covered ones, "me and you got a lot of catching up to do."

#knives out #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #kat writes #TP&TP #The Prince and The Punk

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ML: Isolation Chapter 11: Symbiosis

The day of Adrien’s shoot arrived. He and Nathalie approached Vincent, who was helping set everything up. Vincent turned to Adrien and walked up to him. “Ah! Adrien! Another Ladybug shoot today! I bet you’re excited.”

“Of course” Adrien said.

“You’ll be excited too,” Nathalie said. “See, Ladybug got in contact with me and wishes to watch this particular photoshoot. If that is alright with you, I would like to video conference this with Ladybug.”

Vincent looked surprised. “Oh, but OF COURSE! This is such a joyous day! I get to see the lady behind the designs of Ladybug!”

“I hate to disappoint, but that’s not actually happening” Nathalie said. “She still wishes to remain anonymous, so while she is looking at everything, we won’t be able to look back.”

“Huh” Vincent said. “Well, I can’t say that I’m surprised. But I am disappointed.”

“Don’t worry Vincent,” Adrien said. “I’m sure the two of you will meet one day.”

Vincent nodded. He turned to ready his crew. “Alright, places everyone. We’ll be on as soon as Adrien is ready!”

“Thanks again Nathalie,” Adrien said.

“The pleasure is all mine” Nathalie said. She took out her tablet and called Marinette. When she picked up, there was nothing but a Ladybug pattern on the screen. Nathalie asked “Are you ready Ladybug?”

“Mh hmmmm” Marinette answered.

“Great. So, the first thing you get to see is Adrien changing” Nathalie said.

“WHAT?!” Adrien and Marinette said in unison.

“That was a joke of course,” Nathalie said. Marinette and Adrien laughed nervously.

“Well, I should change,” Adrien said. “I gotta go.”

“OK,” Marinette said. Adrien left.

“So, are you excited?” Nathalie asked.

“Umm yeah” Marinette said. “Adrien’s really good.”

Nathalie smiled. “I’ve done some research on Lila’s family.” Marinette was confused. “Apparently, she only has her mom. She is a diplomat, and as a result, Lila gets to do many interesting things. On paper, Lila is the epitome of pristine. Of course, I assume you know that.” Marinette was silently angry. “I’m sorry. There isn’t much more I can do on this front. What I’m allowed to research is limited to how it can be used for the company. I had to justify my research into Lila as a potential candidate for a new model.”

Marinette was angry at that last part, but then sighed. She told Nathalie “It’s OK. I’m thankful that you’re even willing to help out this much. But, may I ask why you’re helping me?”

Nathalie grew a stern look on her face. “My reasons are personal.”

“Oh. OK…” Marinette said.

Nathalie smiled. “Relax Marinette. Look, Adrien’s about to get started.” She turned the tablet to face Adrien. Adrien was wearing Marinette’s latest design. It was a normal blazer and pants combo, where they were dark brown with a black plaid pattern, but on his right shoulder was a field of green. As the green gets lower to about halfway down the blazer, the green parts start breaking off into bits and change color to represent the changing leaves of a tree.

Everyone was ecstatic about the design. There was a lot of murmuring about it amongst the crew. “Alright, settle down everyone” Vincent said. “Of course Ladybug’s newest creation is magnificent, as always, but we have a job to do. Adrien, are you ready?”

Adrien nodded. He turned to face Nathalie and saw the Ladybug pattern on the tablet. He waved gently, then got into position. He began posing, and Vincent began taking pictures. Marnette looked on through the camera. She is in awe at Adrien’s modeling. Every pose is like poetry in motion.

Once the shoot is over, Adrien relaxed. “Adrien!” said Vincent walking over. “You were MAGNIFICO today!”

“Thanks Vincent,” Adrien said. “But I was just doing what I always do.”

“Yes, but you did it with such poise, such grace, such elegance!” Vincent shouted. “What happened? I must know!”

Adrien thought about it. “I’m not really sure.”

Vincent glanced at Nathalie. “Ah, perhaps it was the fact that Ladybug herself was watching, yeah?” he asked. “I know I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

Adrien looked over. He was getting a light blush and said. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Nathalie turned the tablet towards her and asked “Well Marinette, what did you think of the shoot?”

“It was amaaaaaaazing” Marinette said.

Nathalie giggled. “All thanks to you.”

“Oh no,” Marinette said, “I mean, I just design the clothes. Adrien really brings them out. He’s, well, amazing!”

“Trust me Marinette,” Nathalie said, “ you’re doing more than you think you are.”

“Huh?” Marinette asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” Nathalie said. “For now, just know that this is the happiest I’ve seen Adrien in a long time.”

“Huh” Marinette said. Nathalie turned the tablet toward Adrien and Adrien waved and came over.

“Hey Marinette. How’d you enjoy the photoshoot?” he asked.

“Oh, it was just splendid,” Marinette said. “You did such a good job.”

Adrien smiled. “Well, it helps that I was modeling your designs.”

“Oh, psh, don’t be so modest,” said Marinette. “You brought out the best in them.”

“I think you both did well,” Nathalie said. The two laughed nervously in unison.

“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Adrien asked.

“Yeah” said Marinette. “See yeah.” Marinette hung up the call.

Adrien got in the car, as did Nathalie. “So Adrien how did you think that shoot went?”

“Honestly, I think it went pretty well.” Nathalie chuckled. “What?”

Nathalie sighed. “It’s just, you normally say things like ‘Oh, it’s alright’, or ‘yeah, whatever.’ This is the first time I think you’ve been so upbeat after a photoshoot.”

“Huh” Adrien said quizzically.

That night, Adrien was staring at the ceiling, thinking about what Nathalie and Vincent had said. Did Marinette watching me make that big of a difference? Well, I’ve never had someone watching one of my shoots who wasn’t working on it as well. Well, I guess Marinette did WORK on it, but she wasn’t there to work. She was there to have fun. Adrien smiled. Maybe if I got some of my other friends to watch my shoots, I might enjoy them more.

The next day, Adrien found Marinette sketching again. He walked up to her. She turned around and Adrien waved. “Hi there.”

“Oh, hello,” Marinette said. She continued to draw.

Adrien sat down next to her. “By the way, thanks for watching the shoot.”

“Huh?” Marinette said.

Adrie smiled. “Everyone’s been telling me I did much better in that shoot. I’ve been feeling better about it as well. Compared to other shoots.” Marinette looked at him curiously. Adrien sighed. “I really only became a model because I had nothing else to do. For a while, it was just whatever studies my parents had me doing. I was bored out of my mind, doing the same things over and over again. When I heard that my father needed a model, I volunteered just so I could have something to do.

Of course, he was ecstatic. I just went along with it because it gave me a chance to talk to people who weren’t my parents, Nathalie, or my bodyguard regularly.” Adrien sighed deeply. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy being a model. It has its benefits. It’s just… I don’t feel my heart is in it 100%.” He grabbed Marinette’s hand. Marinette blushed. “However, I loved that you were watching it. Having someone supporting me not because it’s their job to, but because they wanted to; I loved that.

I would love it if you would keep watching. I’d feel a lot better about this all if you were there. Of course, you don’t have to…” Adrien said.

“N-no. Of course I’d love to” Marinette said nervously, breaking her hand from Adrien’s. “I totally get it.”

“You do?” Adrien said.

Marinette nodded. “It’s been nice, you know. You being around and talking to me and such… I totally get the thrill of having someone in your corner. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. A feeling I’ve missed…”

Adrien looked at her with awe. He then smiled and said “Don’t worry. We’ll get through this. We have each other after all.”

Marinette shared his look of determination. “Yeah.” She then remembered something. “Oh right.” She dug in her bag. “Here.” She gave him a phone case that was black with three green claw marks on it. “It’s your Cat Noir phone case.”

Adrien looked at it. “Marinette. This is amazing! Thank you!”

“Tee hee. You’re welcome” Marinette said.

Adrien put it away. “So, what are you drawing now?” he asked.

“Oh” Marinette said. “Well, I was thinking of doing some people watching. I’ve been thinking about what you’ve said. And the whole incident with Manon as well.” Marinette sighed. “When I was still in school, I would tell people that I would design fashion for all kinds of people. Not just the ideal people you usually see in magazines and stuff. Ah, no offence.” Adrien giggled.

Marinette continued. “Fashion is an expression of one’s self. I’ve always felt that everyone should be able to express themselves however they want to. However, when I started working for Gabriel, I followed the letter of that idea, but not the spirit. I was designing stuff so that people could be themselves and share their joy with the world. However, I was just fully content with letting the world pass me by like I meant nothing to it. Everyone was being themselves, except for me.

It wasn’t until you got in contact with me when I started feeling like I could be a part of the world again. Your constant reassurance, boundless energy, and endless helpfulness helped me see that I am allowed to be part of the world again. However, it’s been a while, so I want to get more accustomed to it. I want to see how people have changed.”

“So, that’s why you’re people watching?” Adrien asked. Marinette nodded. “Heh. Sounds awesome. I’m not fully used to people either just yet, so I’ll be glad to join you.” The two of them sat there, spending hours watching people. Marinette sketched different outfits for different people every so often, and Adrien loved each of them.

When Adrien returned home, he went to Nathalie’s office to try out his voice modulation app. “Hey Nathalie” he said in an altered voice.

Nathalie turned around with a serious look on her face and a stun gun drawn. Adrien put his hands up, one of which was holding his phone with the Cat Noir case. Nathalie lowered the stun gun. “What are you doing?” she asked, exacerbated.

“Well, I can’t keep not talking to people,” Adrien explained. “So I had Marinette make this phone case for me so that I can use this voice modulation app without people recognizing my cell phone.”

Nathalie glared at him and then sighed. She got something out of her drawer. “Here” she said, handing him a headset with a microphone. Adrien was confused. “This is so you can speak through it without having to hold your phone up to you all the time. That way you don’t drop it.”

“Oh” Adrien said.

“Why so disappointed?” Nathalie asked.

“It’s just, I asked Marinette to do this, and now there’s not a good reason to have it anymore,” Adrien said.

Nathalie smiled. “I wouldn't say that.” Adrien looked surprised. “You would still need to take your phone out for things.”

“That’s true…” Adrien said.

“I like that you’re thinking ahead, but please, run your ideas by me next time” Nathalie said. “It’s what I’m here for.”

Adrien nodded. “Thank you Nathalie. Though, I am curious. Why are you doing so much for me on this?”

Nathalie smiled. “When the time comes I will explain everything.”

Adrien was confused. “Well, OK then… I’m going to my room now. I have a Cat Noir assignment tomorrow, and I want to be ready.”

Nathalie nodded. “Good luck.” Adrein went to his room for the night. He was excited, but concerned about this assignment. Still, he chose to accept it, and hopefully he can figure this person out.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #adrien #Marinette #nathalie #vincent #no kwami #NICE GABRIEL

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Peace Like A River Part 11

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long, y’all! I had a super busy weekend and didn’t feel like writing in my down time. At last, the thrilling conclusion! However, this story will have an epilogue and it will be SAPPY so get ready! Hope y’all enjoy :)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X

Part 11 here we go!!!

The day had come at last to go to England. While you were traveling, you were always thankful for Violet. She was so easy going and never complained. She had no trouble on planes and you were blessed to never be that parent apologizing to the rest of the passengers for your fussy baby. Now, Violet was so excited she could hardly stand it.

The airport was even more crowded than usual. Of course, that was because it was a busy time of year. Everyone was trying to get home or somewhere to see their family. Adam was also a blessing because crowds did not bother him in the least, and he was forceful if he had to be in order to get through. It was nice to have him since you tended to get run over by people.

You sat at your gate, Violet snacking on some pretzels. You were reading a novel Gwilym had recommended to you and Adam was answering some emails. Basically, he was telling everyone to leave you alone until you were back from the UK.

“Mommy, how many more sleeps?” Violet asked.

“Well, we have this plane ride to New York,” you said. “We’ll have one sleep there. Then the next day, we fly from New York to London. But it’s a long, long ride, so we’ll sleep on the plane, too.”

“Two more sleeps, then?” she said.

“That’s right,” you told her.

“Then we see Daddy!” she cried.

You kissed her head. “Yes, we do!”

She giggled and stuffed another pretzel into her mouth. You returned to your book. When you were called up to board, Adam helped you with your carry on so you could get Violet situated in your lap. You got her tablet out and her headphones on just as Adam sat down beside you.

“So,” he said. “You had a long story to catch me up on before I meet Gwilym in person. Why doesn’t he know he’s writing to you?”

You took a deep breath. “Let me start from the beginning.”

You told him everything. About Dear Friend, how you’d met Gwilym years ago, the night you reconnected, and everything since then, including the ordeal with Stacy and the confrontation with Henry. Adam listened patiently, only commenting once to call Stacy a “shady bitch” before urging you to continue.

You caught him up on why you hadn’t confessed to Gwilym. That the reason you held back that night in Atlanta was because of your low sense of self-worth. It was what held you back from admitting it all the way up until now.

“Honestly, you probably should have told him after you slept together,” he said. “But hey, sometimes you get dicked down so good it’s hard to remember stuff like that.”

You giggled.

He looked at you with understanding. “But I get it. I’m a gay, black man from rural Alabama. I know what it’s like to hate yourself and feel like you don’t deserve love or happiness. Especially from someone you admire so much. I really, truly don’t blame you.”

You took his hand. “Thank you.”

“I got you,” he said gently. “So what’s your plan for telling him?”

“Well, I arranged a meet up,” you explained. You told him what you intended to do and he smiled.

“That’s romantic as hell,” he said. “I think he’s gonna be stoked to find out that it’s you.”

“I hope he’s not angry with me,” you admitted. “I kept it from him for so long.”

“If he’s as great as you tell me, he’ll understand,” he assured you.

“He is that great,” you said. “And more. God, I love him so much.”

“Really?” Adam teased. “I couldn’t tell!”

You chuckled.

A few hours later, you landed in New York. You had booked a hotel close to JFK since you’d be flying out again the following day. You went straight there. After you bid Adam goodnight and watched him disappear into his room, you entered yours and got ready for bed. You and Violet got cuddled up and you turned on the TV. A Charlie Brown Christmas was on, so you snuggled and watched it together. Violet adored Snoopy, so this was one of her favorites. She fell asleep just five minutes in. You followed behind shortly after.

The next day, you had time to have breakfast and rest before heading back to the airport. Once again, Adam was incredibly helpful. You had never traveled overseas before, so he helped you through the process. It wasn’t much different, but it was enough to make you nervous.

It was a long ride, but it all felt worth it because you were going to see Gwilym. You held Violet in your lap and smiled at the prospect - the three of you were going to be together again, as it should be. You remembered the woman who approached you at breakfast that morning and wondered how you ever could have questioned her. Of course you were a family.

You all slept for a lot of the trip. It was long, after all, and movies could only do so much. It was easier to pass the time with sleep. Then, after what felt like years of waiting, you landed in London, and you knew Gwilym was waiting for you. He was in that building. You could picture the smile on his face and the way his eyes gleamed.

Getting off the plane even felt like it took longer. As you and Adam grabbed your bags and got Violet squared away, your stomach twisted with excitement. Not long now.

Gwilym was waiting for you in baggage claim. Violet gasped loudly when she spotted him and then took off, narrowly dodging a rather surprised elderly gentleman with his massive suitcase. You whispered an apology to him as you passed.

“Daddy!” she yelled, beaming so wide you thought her face might split in half.

“There’s my little girl!” Gwilym returned, scooping her up and spinning her around as she shrieked with laughter.

He showered her with kisses on her cheeks and she giggled. Your heart melted watching them. You felt Adam by your ear.

“I’ll grab the luggage,” he said. “Go say hello.”

“No, I can help,” you tried to insist, but he stopped you.

“Go, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He left and you walked briskly over to your two favorite people in the world. Gwilym grinned at you and you thought you might stop breathing. He was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but he looked incredible.

“Hello, love,” he said sweetly.

You sank into him, letting him wrap his free arm around you and pull you into his embrace. It felt like everything coming together again. You could feel him, smell him, touch him. The dull ache of missing him was gone. He leaned down to kiss you deeply. You reciprocated with enthusiasm.

“I missed you,” you said, nuzzling into his chest.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I missed you too.”

Adam walked over, wheeling his and your luggage in front of him. He stopped and put the handles down as he locked eyes with Gwilym.

“Hi, I’m Adam,” he said, extending his hand.

Gwilym shook it. “Gwilym Lee. Wonderful to finally meet you in person.”

“You as well,” Adam returned.

“Are we all ready to go?” Gwilym asked.

“Yes!” you cried.

He passed Violet to you so he and Adam could take the luggage. You went out to his car, loaded everybody and everything up, and headed to Gwilym’s home. The whole ride, you gazed out the window, taking everything in. It was exciting to be in a new place, especially with people who made you feel like you were home.

Gwilym’s house was lovely. He’d prepared two guest rooms - one for Violet and one for Adam. He was incredibly hospitable and looked just so thrilled at having you there. It was infectious, and you were so grateful for his kindness.

That night, he told you he had a special surprise for you, and he took you all to a comedy club where they were having an open mic night. It was also a restaurant, so you decided to have dinner and drinks there. Luckily, Violet was not at all interested in the performers and spent most of the evening coloring so she missed all the inappropriate jokes. At one point, Gwilym excused himself for about ten minutes before returning to the table. Even those ten minutes felt like an hour after not seeing him for weeks.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, but he had a sly grin on his face as he exchanged a look with Adam.

You looked at both of them, cocking a curious eyebrow. “What are you guys up to?”

“You’ll see soon, love,” he said, placing a swift peck on your cheek.

“Alright!” the host said excitedly. “I’ve just been told we have a celebrity here with us tonight. Fresh off her tour.”

Your mouth fell open as you looked at Gwilym. He laughed.

“Y/N Y/L/N, welcome to London!” the host cried.

“You didn’t!” you gasped, trying to ignore the applause.

“Go up there!” Gwilym encouraged.

You rolled your eyes and obeyed, waving to the crowd as you normally would before a show. You didn’t really have any material planned, but you knew how to improvise. One of the managers handed you a microphone and you thanked him before looking at the crowd.

“Thank you,” you said to them. “This is certainly a surprise.” You looked at the hot. “What’s your name?”

“Tony,” he told you.

“Ah, well, thank you as well, Tony,” you said.

“We’re thrilled to have you,” he replied. “So, how are you enjoying the UK so far?”

“I’ve only been here a few hours, so I don’t have much to go on,” you began. “But I gotta say, not a big fan of the food. A couple hours here and I’m really starting to understand why Gordon Ramsey is so pissed off all the time.”

Tony laughed, as did the crowd.

“Seriously, didn’t you guys colonize half the globe for spices?” you went on. “What’d you do with them? Because you sure as shit aren’t using any on your food.”

Another laugh went through them.

“And have you brought your daughter with you?” Tony asked.

“Of course,” you told him. “She’s the only reason people follow me on Instagram.”

They giggled.

“How was it travelling with her?” he wondered.

“Easy,” you said. “She got all her annoying out when I gave birth to her.”

“How do you mean?” he asked.

“Okay, this story is wild, so if you have to pee, go now,” you said. “But I was home by myself, and I heard this pop, and I thought it was my water. I was right, but my contractions were still really far apart, so I didn’t go to the hospital or anything.”

“You were going to take yourself?” Tony pressed, blinking in surprise.

“Well, yeah,” you said. “I was alone. But anyway, I labored for around six hours just fine, when suddenly, the contractions were super close together. I was in a blinding amount of pain and I knew I would never make it. So, in between contractions, I got a bunch of stuff I’d need and set up in my closet - I didn’t want to disturb my neighbors - then I called 911.”

“Oh my God!” he cried. “Did you deliver your daughter in your closet?!”

“Sure did!” you said proudly. “I could feel her crowning and the dispatcher was yelling at me like, ‘Hold her in! Don’t push!’ And I was yelling right back going, ‘I’m just fucking laying here, but she’s coming out oh my God!’ So, yeah, I gave a one hundred percent natural birth in my closet, all by myself.”

“When did the paramedics arrive?” he wondered.

“Literally a minute after she was here,” you said. “Thank God. She wasn’t crying, so I thought she wasn’t breathing and I was a wreck, but they took care of everything. Then she was crying and I was crying and the medics were crying. I even heard the dispatcher sniffle.”

He chuckled. “It is pretty amazing. And everything was fine afterwards?”

“I mean, we still had to go and see a doctor to be sure, but yeah, she was okay, I was okay, and that’s what matters,” you said.

“Well, that’ll scare you off from having any more children, won’t it?” he joked.

You laughed. “The opposite actually! I mean, what are the odds of that happening twice?”

They all laughed some more.

“So, the latest gossip is that you’re in a relationship with actor Gwilym Lee,” he said. “Tell us about that.”

“Funnily enough, Gwilym and I knew each other a couple years ago when we filmed a pilot that never aired,” you said. “He came to a show while I was on tour and brought the rest of the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody as well as Brian May and Roger Taylor, so I figured I owed him a date.”

Tony chuckled.

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean, I was really aiming for Ben Hardy, but Gwil’s alright too, I guess,” you teased.

Gwilym smiled as he watched you up on stage. This was different from the jokes you told on tour. There was an earnestness to them even though you were teasing. You weren’t joking to defend yourself anymore. You were joking to express yourself and he was so proud of you.

His mind wandered to Dear Friend. The crazy thing was that whenever he thought about her, he pictured your face. Could it be you? You had made the reference to the letters that day on the phone, but could it actually mean…

He shook his head. No. You would have told him that night in Atlanta. Wouldn’t you? He couldn’t imagine why not. And even if not that night, surely you would have told him by now. Then again, it was awfully strange that both times he arranged to meet Dear Friend, the two of you just happened to be in the same city. He wondered if he was fooling himself. Was it just wishful thinking to hope that you could be Dear Friend?

“Daddy,” Violet whispered, tugging on Gwilym’s sleeve to pull him from his thoughts. “I’m tired.”

He patted his legs and she clamored onto his lap, facing him so she could rest her head on his chest. He stroked her hair and turned his eyes on you again. His heart felt so full.

“Just rest your eyes, darling girl,” he said softly. “You’ve had a long day.”

She nodded and yawned, burrowing even further into him.

“You’re so good with her,” Adam remarked. “You think you and Y/N will have some more of your own?”

“Well, Violet is ours,” he said. “She chose me to be her father, in the face of her biological father. It is the highest honor of my life.”

Adam melted.

“But yes, someday, I’d like to have more children with Y/N,” Gwilym continued with a smile.

When the host finally let you return to your seat, the crowd applauded you for another few minutes. It was very sweet, and you were thankful for the moment, even if it had made you nervous at first. You beamed when you saw Violet on Gwil’s lap. You sat down beside him.

“She out?” you asked.

“Completely,” he returned.

“Well, let’s pay the tab and head home,” you said.

You did just that, and when you got to the house, Gwilym put Violet to bed. Adam headed to his own room, telling you both a sleepy goodnight. You were in Gwilym’s room, stripping down to change into pajamas, but you found that suddenly, you weren’t so tired. With a smirk, you removed your bra and panties and stood there waiting for him.

When Gwilym came into the room, he saw you and his eyes went wide. Then you pounced on him, claiming his lips in a desperate, fiery kiss. He held you tight against him as he kicked the door shut. You made your way to the bed together. He made love to you, and once again, you experienced the joy of a caring partner. The way Gwilym made you feel was unlike anything else, and you would never tire of it.

As you lay together in the afterglow, catching your breath, Gwilym brought up something that surprised you.

“Y/N,” he said. “D’you...do you want more children? Henry said you didn’t want them at all before Violet, and I was speaking with Adam about it tonight and -”

You rolled to rest on his chest and cut him off with a swift kiss.

“I told Henry I didn’t want children,” you said, toying with Gwilym’s soft locks around his face. “But the truth is, I didn’t want his children.” You held his gaze for a long moment. “I’d have a hundred children of yours, my love.”

He started to smile, but it faltered. The way you had phrased that last sentence made his mind start swirling with questions. It was a thing that Dear Friend might say. It sounded like something straight out of a letter.

“What is it?” you questioned, brow furrowing as you looked at him.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “So, you’d have my children? Even if you have to deliver them in closets?”

“I’ve done it once, I can do it again,” you giggled and smiled at him. “I love you, Gwilym.”

Nothing stopped his grin now. “I love you too, darling. So very much.”

With that, you both drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few days, you were incredibly busy. You wanted to see so much of London. Some stuff was the popular parts, but having Gwilym meant you got to see the non-touristy parts of the city too. Violet’s favorite thing was the London Eye. You thought she’d be terrified but she was impressively brave. Adam, on the other hand, was unable to look at the view without nearly vomiting. He did manage to take a picture of the three of you without any trouble.

Before you knew it, Christmas Eve was upon you. Violet was incredibly excited about all the gifts she’d be getting the following day, although at one point she looked at you, terrified.

“Mommy, does Santa know we’re in London?” she fretted. “Will he be able to find me?”

“Of course, baby,” you assured her.

“Mum and I spoke to him ourselves,” Gwilym said. “We told him that our little Violet would not be at home this year, but she’s been a very good girl and shouldn’t miss out on her presents.”

He gently booped her on the nose with his forefinger. She giggled.

“Okay, good,” she said, relieved.

You beamed and kissed Gwilym on the cheek.

That night, Gwilym read “The Night Before Christmas” to Violet when he put her to bed. She fell soundly asleep in no time. Nerves turned your stomach as the time to reveal the truth approached. It was already seven o’clock. At a quarter to eight, Gwilym prepared to leave. You walked him to the door, helped him into his coat, and then pecked him on the lips.

“See you later,” you said.

“I love you,” he returned.

“I love you too.”

With an uneasy smile, he left. You looked at Adam who started the timer on his phone.

“Five minutes,” he said.

You nodded and started pulling your own coat on. Adam helped with your hat and then you took a deep breath.

“I’m gonna throw up,” you said.

“Chill,” he returned. “It’s just Gwilym.”

“Gwilym is everything,” you said. “If I lose him over this, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You won’t,” he assured you. “You’ve got him forever, I think.”

“I hope so,” you said quietly.

A beat passed and then Adam’s phone buzzed.

“Time to go,” he said. “Don’t worry about Violet. Everything is about you and Gwilym right now.”

You nodded stiffly and opened the door. The cold air felt refreshing on your warm face. Adam had to nudge you out the door. He closed it behind you and you heard the lock turn with a soft click. There was no going back now. Letter in tow, you made your way to the park.

Each step felt heavy as your heart ached with turmoil. Gwilym would have every right to be angry with you. What if he didn’t find this gesture romantic? What if he turned you away and never spoke to you again? How could you ever recover? That sick, unworthy feeling began to slither up your spine, almost making you turn around an banish yourself from Gwilym’s life.

You stopped and took a breath. No. You were giving Gwilym everything, even if it was scary and risky. No matter what.

The park was lit only by the soft moonlight and yellow street lamps. You saw Gwilym’s tall silhouette and smiled. Suddenly, all fear was gone. Gwilym meant serenity and calm. You were absolutely safe here. You stopped several feet away from him, quietly pulling out your favorite letter and began to read.

“Dear Friend,” you began.

Gwilym stiffened. Had he heard that right? He was almost afraid to turn around.

You skipped to the best part. “I read a quote from Tolstoy the other day that made me think of you and our relationship. It went, ‘I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious - your heart, your soul…” you continued on and tried not to stumble over the words. You wanted to look up, but he hadn’t turned around yet.

“Isn’t that a lovely sentiment?” you read, and finally, he began to face you. He was slow and unsure, as if still deciding whether or not he should. “Although I don’t know what you look like, I feel I do know your soul. We have worked hard to establish such a love. I do feel that I love you. Have I ever said it to you before? Well, I’ll say it again.”

Finally, he was looking at you. You glanced up and locked eyes. Joy danced in his and you beamed at him, reciting the next part from memory.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. Who cares what it means to others as long as we know what we mean to each other? Looking forward to your response as always. Yours, Dear Friend.”

“It’s you,” he said quietly, a smile spreading slowly across his face. “It really is you!”

He took two quick strides toward you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. You laughed and held onto his shoulders. He laughed with delight as well as he twirled you. For a brief moment, you felt like a princess. When he set you down, he kissed you hard. Your arms floated to their usual place around his neck. He kissed you all over, from your lips to your cheeks and jaw, whispering his affection into your skin.

You were overwhelmed by it all. It was perfectly clear to you know - no matter what you did or how you felt, he would love you. You held tight to him as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Oh, Gwilym, I -” You returned a kiss to his cheek. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry I took so long to tell you. It’s just...that night in Atlanta, when I saw it was you, I didn’t think I…” you trailed off, swallowing a sob.

“I know, my love,” he said, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “I know.”

The elation of this moment was too much. He wasn’t angry. He still loved you. How did you ever get so lucky to have this? And unconditionally?

“You are so good to me,” you choked out. “I promise I’ll do my best every day to make you feel a fraction of the happiness you give to me.”

He chuckled and pulled you into his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You’d never felt safer. You’d never felt so at home.

“Darling, don’t you see?” he said gently. “You have already given me everything. You make me the happiest man alive just by being in my arms.”

The wind blew cold around you, but neither of you felt it. You were warm and cozy from your heart to your toes.

This was it. Everything had fallen right into place. You and Dear Friend were one in the same, not two separate identities. It was all you. Gwilym’s heart was fully yours, and yours was fully his. It was as if they traded chests as you embraced.

“Merry Christmas, Gwilym,” you sniffled, a small smile claiming your lips as you realized it was the first of many you would spend together.

He grinned. “Merry Christmas, my Dear Friend.”

You held each other again. Finally, you were at peace.

Peace like a river, blood on the drum

Something will chase me if I choose to run

Something will save me from life after love

Something like time

Something like peace like a river

Peace like a river

And peace in my mind

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Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. XXX)

It was a love story from the very beginning.

I'll go with you

(7x21/7x23)

Hello my friends! Ready for this last meta from season 7??

We are going to talk about Crazy!Cas a lot (as you know, he wasn't crazy at all...) And the last episode, so much Destiel material...

I want to mention my dear friend @agusvedder here, she made the gifs for this Chronicle and discussed with me the episodes, thank you girl! 😘💕

I'll stop with the cháchara here, let's start this!

Dean get disappointed when he sees Cas seems Crazy, but he's not

I'll talk about another jewel in symbolism, by Edlund, episode 7x21 Reading is Fundamental.

Well, we have a whole and sad situation when Dean and Sam met Cas at the Mental Hospital.

First impression, Dean heard the "Hello, Dean" and his heart eyes are displayed immediately, he also compliments him...

CASTIEL: Hello, Dean. Sam.

SAM: Hey, Castiel.

DEAN: Look at you, walkin' and talkin'. That's – that's great, right?

When Dean sees Castiel's behavior is not the same as always, his attitude with him changes.

After this, we heard Cas saying this...

DEAN: Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait. Let us catch up to you for a second.

SAM: So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are.

CASTIEL: Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add.

When Sam asked if he remembered who he was, Castiel quickined his words, and changed the subject, to a totally different issue... Bees.

And this could sound like words coming from a lunatic, but if we dig on his words, we we'll find out why Crazy! Cas wasn't crazy at all...

When he's talking about bees, he's talking about a community, perfectly assembled to fill with one plan. Here, Cas is symbolizing his own community, the angels, with a melancholic tone. The plan was perfect: protect Humanity. There was nothing to add to that. But there's guilt in these words too. Because he felt he failed too, when he was Godstiel, he killed innocent people and angels. So he followed that bee, and found what his own idea about what he should be, what Heaven should be. Like an Utopia.

Each time they were trying to make Castiel to talk about the problem, and the tablet, or the past, Castiel switched to another topic, the crazy not so crazy topic . And if you pay attention, it was Sam the one that always tried to get from him some info.

SAM: Yeah, yeah. You – you said something about "The Word." Is that what's written on there?

(Sam presents the problem...)

CASTIEL: Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.

DEAN: Cas, please, we're losing ground out there, okay? We need your help. Can you not see that?

Why is Cas mentioning that thing about cats?

Because he's grieving about the creation not being perfect. Even the cat, when he wants to copulate with the female, (even if he loves humanity) he finished hurting the female cat, because it wasn't perfect, and no one asked the female cat. He hurted humanity, he hurted Dean, he hurted badly Sam, that's why he's avoiding talking about it. He doesn't want conflicts anymore, he's closed, inside himself, his thoughts, his melancholy...

And what about Dean? Dean is trying to push him back with him, he needs his Cas, the soldier, their friend and protector. Is very frustrating for him to see Cas like this.

Playing I'm sorry

When Dean found Cas in the kitchen, this dialogue is developed...

DEAN: You realize you just broke God's Word?

It's Sam's thing, isn't it? You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars. I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?

CASTIEL: Well, it took... everything to get me here.

DEAN: What are you talking about, man?

Dean is trying to understand why Cas is behaving like this, and that quote coming from Castiel is just... Ugh, he's suffering so much... It took ... Everything ... Castiel lost everything, and now he's there... Trying to apologize with Dean. He's ashamed, but he's understanding the imperfection of the mission, the plan, Heaven's duty. He's there, vulnerable, to show Dean he really sorry. But he's too ashamed to do it directly... So... When Dean tried again to make him remember the painful past... Cas has to do something...

CASTIEL: Dean, I know you want different answers.

DEAN: No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans. (Again Dean is trying to drag him back. He misses his angel.)

But then this ...

Okay... Exactly and immediately after Dean asks that question, Cas showed him the game SORRY, because he meant it. He's depressed because he failed Dean... And I want to point right here the colors on that box... There's a piece in Red (representing Dean, but a violent and angry one) and Blue (representing Cas).

CASTIEL: We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict.

Cas is saying here... Everyone makes mistakes... I made a mistake with you.

Because then, he mentioned...

why should I prosper from... your misfortune?

Castiel is trying to ask for forgiveness, but he's throwing excuses "because the rules in this world are like this... People makes mistakes."

And he moves the blue piece there... Through the green path, but Dean is stuck in the red home there... Because Dean doesn't want to release him from that guilt, not yet You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.

Gah! Painful memory! Better change topic again...

CASTIEL: Dean... it's your move.

Okay, here we have a raged Dean throwing the

Game out of the table, he's done with Castiel's avoidance. Or craziness, or wherever, is so frustrating for him. They can finally talk about what happened, about their break up, and Cas is talking weird things.

DEAN: Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas.

CASTIEL: I'm sorry, Dean.

DEAN: No. You're playing "Sorry!"

Is so so painful, Because Cas is trying hard, but his shame is huge, for the first time he doesn't know how to talk frankly in front of Dean. And Dean's interpretation about the whole thing was CAS IS PLAYING WITH ME. My Destiel heart is crying...

Castiel was Severely depressed

After facing Dean, trying to fix things, and failing, Castiel had to face Hester and Inias, par of his old Garrison.

Avoiding again the horrible things he did when Hester exposed the slaughter in Heaven.

When they were in the car, Cas called Meg.

MEG: Yeah. Yeah, Castiel. It's me.

DEAN: Cas? Where? Where is he?

Dean is worried about Castiel because when he made that sigil, not just Hester and Inias, but Cas were vanished. So yeah, he's worried.

Once inside the car, Castiel explained that was his Garrison.

CASTIEL: . I was their captain. Isn't that strange?

He was proud of that, but now he felt himself so weak and useless, than he thinks is strange he was once their captain. He's feeling pity for himself. He's depressed.

SAM: Cas, why are they pissed at us now?

And here we go again with the avoidance...

CASTIEL: [to MEG] You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable. They can only think in ovals.

Remember Meg said by the phone they were sad dogs because they were hunting a fake rabbit? Well... That had to hit in Castiel's head... Was like how he felt right now, he was racing behind a fake misión This whole time.

And Dean gets mad again...

DEAN: Cas, don't make me pull this car over! Why are angels after us?

CASTIEL: Are you angry? Why are you angry?

DEAN: No, I-I'm... Please, can we just stay on target?

CASTIEL: There is no reason for anger.

Castiel can't endure Dean is angry with him. He can't handle that.

Look at Castiel's face when he's rejecting fight. He said "I watch the bees" as he's trying to convince himself of that. This is my decision, I screwed things up, I killed my brothers and innocent humans I should be protecting, I hurted Sam and Dean will never forgive me. No. I don't have a reason to fight. I watch the bees now.

Once in Rufus cabin, there's a dialogue between Sam and Cas super fascinating. I won't put that here, because is gonna be very large, but the fact you have to have here is their relationship changed for good, it become more profound, and because they shared their fears, they'll grew in acceptance and confidence. If you want to read more about Cas and Sam relationship, I wrote a meta time ago, and I mentioned this scene. Link is here.

Okay, let's move now...

There was a dialogue between Dean and Kevin, and we could see how was Dean feeling about Castiel, his deception...

DEAN: Oh, I don't know, man. What can I say? You've been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There's no use asking "why me?" 'Cause the angels – they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart.

So so sad, these words just reflecting how he sees Cas... Like he's mourning his lost again. He has Castiel alive, but he isn't his Cas.

He saw how he broke, just like that time when he broke that angel in the beautiful room.

Is so, so heartbreaking...

Then... Another reason for Castiel's depression, through Meg's words...

MEG: Look, I'm simpler than you think. I've figured one thing out about this world – just one, pretty much. You find a cause, and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life.

Castiel's cause to fight isn't there anymore, as I said before. He failed in his mission to protect Humanity, and he failed Dean. And he thinks Dean won't never forgive him... So there's no reason to live for him...

And then Hester...

Hester is a thunder in Castiel's head, the whole episode she says things brutally, this quote here, is huge. How can Cas fall in every way imaginable? Is disobedience? Yes. In Sanity? Yes. In Cruelty? Yes. In love? Yes. And the Cause: Dean Winchester.

Look at this scene, is very known in the fandom, but... Hester is talking to Dean...

DEAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off. We're actually trying to clean up one of your angel's messes! You know that.

CASTIEL: He's right. An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world, and – and they begged him. They begged him not to do it.

See how CAS is talking about himself in third person. Avoiding that fact for the shame and guilt he's feeling.

DEAN: Look, just give us some time, okay? We will take care of your Prophet.

Cas is nervous, Dean is frowning, and Inias is looking at Dean with the same disgusting face as Hester. After everything you have taking from us? They lost his Commander, the Great Castiel since they came back from rescue Dean. They lost their leader Because of Dean. The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you I'm Hell he was lost! They blame Dean. They blame the bond between them. Is dirty. Disgusting. Corrupt.

After all this... Cas wanted to die... Really... When Hester had him surrended, on his knees, Cas wanted to die...

Look at Castiel's slight smile there, he thinks his nightmare is gonna finish there... But Meg won't let that happen.

Castiel have a reason to fight again, Because Dean forgives him

In episode 7x23 Survival of the Fittest, there's a comical comment about Cas appearing naked covered in bees in Dean's car... We never saw that idk why... But... Yeah.

But let's talk about this dialogue here (after "He was your boyfriend first" famous quote of Meg)

CASTIEL: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys are so... clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?

Well... As crazy as this sounds here .. he's talking about humans and Leviathans making test on them, he's worried about humans being eating and tested in experiments by Roman. That's why he decided provide the Winchesters from some info.

But when Dean wants more from him, the avoidance is there again...

DEAN: Um, I'm sorry. If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?

Angels+death...

CASTIEL: I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?

Keep talking about humans, how to save them... Not using force. And Dean gets mad again...

After this, Castiel keeps taking care of the Winchester by cooking for them. How cute .. but Dean wants more from him. He wants him to fight.

They had said goodbye to Bobby again... And Cas watched the whole scene ...

When Dean gave up with that fact, he asked Castiel to fly him back to get Baby.

And we will have this beautiful Destiel scene...

CASTIEL: I'm not good luck, Dean.

DEAN: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth, and you're the only guy left on the bench...

This is a beautiful quote ... Is Dean saying I forgive you, look at his sincere gaze. And Cas... Cas developing instantly, his heart eyes... Because those words warmed his heart, and gave him back his mission. Dean was forgiving him. Finally.

And Dean's face when he sees the response he got from CAS... Those eyes looking back at him with such love. He felt kind of uncomfortable... Maybe because he said too much, he showed too much feelings on it... Maybe because he sounded more than just a friend right there... So the... What? Is a rhetorical question... He knows what.

And the excuse is...

Look at this now... I'll probably die tomorrow, so... Remember when he said Bobby should forgive Rufus? Because when death is in your door you have to have your friends and family with solved issues? Well... He used this excuse... And what he obtained from CAS was his loyalty and love again. His ally, and that surprised Dean. Suddenly, Cas was his Cas again. No more craziness... What happened? What made the difference? Dean's forgiveness and warm words made the difference. Castiel is back.

By the end of the episode, Castiel will be protecting Dean again, putting himself between him and Roman.

To Conclude

Edlund's episode was rich in symbolism and showed us a very depressed Cas, each word that came from his mouth were trying to say something else. He wanted to die because Dean couldn't forgive him and because all the bad things he did when he was Godstiel.

When Dean finally forgives Cas, he returned to live, literally, and had his mission back. These were two very romantic episodes and the subtext was huge.

I hope you like this last one! See you in season 8's Chronicles next week! 😘💕

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fandompride101 · 4 years

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Girls Gone Wild

Raven's POV:

I reached the first floor of the building, pushing the door open with all my strength. The light from outside blinded me for a few seconds, but I ran anyways. I got past a building and sunk into the alleyway.

There was a load explosion.

I sank to the ground, keeping my back against the cold building. I took a few seconds to breath and get my head on straight.

"Rachel!" Kori's voice cried out in panic as she searched for me. "Rachel!"

"I'm over here, Kori." I said weakly.

Kori chuckled and shook her head, as she started our drive home.

Kori had begged me yesterday to go for a girls day out. She had in shopping and spas in mind, not almost dying. I had said yes on a whim. I really don't get to spend much time with other girls and honestly I didn't have anything better to do.

"Dick will not be very pleased." Kori shook her head. "He had told me not to go on any calls today and enjoy the day with you."

"Hey, we had fun." I smile. "You kicking that ogre of a guy's butt was pretty awesome."

"And you are getting quite good at hand to hand combat, Raven." She smiled at me. "You are right, it was a pretty good day."

"But next time we should stay in and do a movie night." I tell her, being completely serious. Today had been a close call and had drained me more than I cared to admit.

"You are right." Kori gave a tired smile. "When we get home how about we watch movies. I can get the guys on patrol for the night."

I forgot I was even on patrol tonight.

"That would be great, but I might fall asleep during the movie." I chuckled. As I did that my side started to ache more so I grasped it with both hands. "And maybe some ice tonight?"

"How bad was it?" She gave a concerned look.

The ogre man had kicked me in the ribs and gave me a bad bruise. I am sure it is already purple by now. After the ogre did that, Kori came in like a bad ass and kicked his butt.

"I'll be fine." I said, trying not to worry her. "All I need is rest."

She nodded and pulled into the drive of the Titan Tower. She opened the garage door and parked the car. When the car had stopped movie, I slowly climbed out of the car, holding my side. I let my cap fall over me, hiding my arms.

"Kori, Raven!" The jumped to their feet.

"You're on TV." Garth pointed to the screen.

"You did good work." Jaime commented.

"Where is the others?" Kori ignored their looks. I did the same.

"Dick and Damian are having a training session." Garth sat back down. "I am pretty sure one of them has killed the other by now."

"I bet Damian killed Dick." Jaime joked.

"Boys, have you don't your homework?" Kori eyed them.

The boys stood up and slumped out of the room. I followed Kori to the training room.

"If they have been in here the whole time, there is a chance they haven't heard." Kori turned to me. "Let me explain everything."

I nodded and followed her in.

"Do you yield?" Damian said with his sword to Dick's neck.

"Yes." Dick coughed and sat up. Damian put away his sword and offered his hand out to Dick for help. The brother took it and stood to his feet.

Both of them seemed to notice us standing there.

"Ladies." Damian nodded to us.

"Hello." Kori stepped forward. "I want to explain before you hear it on the news."

Both of the boys looked at Kori. "What?" They both asked. Dick confused and Damian a tad angry.

"Well, you see..." She turned to me. "We were going out to eat when we heard of a bank robbery."

"You didn't go... right?" Dick stepped forward, looking right at Kori.

"Well..." Kori backed away.

"We went." I confirmed. "The bank robbers ran from the bank to a warehouse, where we caught up to them." I explained to Dick. "We took care of it."

"Took care of it?" Damian said, pulling up something on his tablet that he had grabbed without me noticing. "It blew up!" He handed the tablet to Dick. Dick started reading.

I was glad for my cap now. I new that if I had shown any of the guys that one of us got hurt, we wouldn't have heard the end of it. I stood up taller, trying to hid my injury. I wasn't going to let them know.

"We hadn't known it was more than just bank robbers." Kori argued.

"And you didn't call for help?" Dick said, handing back the tablet.

"We didn't have time." Said Kori.

"It says here one of the girls was injured." Damian interrupted Kori and Dick.

Dick looked at Kori and then to me. I looked at Kori, pleading her not to say anything. She understood.

"It was a lie." Kori said confidently.

Damian looked at her. I prayed that she wouldn't crack.

"Well then, if no one got hurt, why does Raven have her cloak on?" Damian didn't turn from Kori.

"I am fine." I say. I knew to sell this lie I had to show him, so I opened my cloak and held myself up, telling my hands not to reach for my side. When Damian seemed satisfied, I put the cloak back around me.

"Look, it was a small brawl and everything is fine now." I assured them. "We just came her to see if you guys would allow me off patrol tonight. I am beat."

Dick stood up straight and looked between Kori and I. After a second he nodded. "Fine. I'll fill in for you tonight."

"Thank you, Dick." Kori smiled.

He turned to her. "I am still not happy neither one of you saw the need to call us."

"We handled it." I told him.

"The building was destroyed." Damian stepped towards me. "If one of you had been in there, then this would be a whole different conversation."

If only I told him right there that I only escaped by seconds. I could just see his whole head turning red and steam coming out of his ears. But I won't tell him. I mean what he doesn't know won't kill him.

Shortly after that, Kori and I went up to our rooms and changed into something more comfortable. I was already gaining my strength back, so I teleported downstairs and snuck up a cooler of ice.

"Damian was very angry when he read that someone had gotten hurt today." She spoke while the show changed to another episode.

"He did?" I tried to focus on the intro of the episode.

"It was almost as if he cared one of us had gotten hurt?" She said in an almost suggestive tone.

I looked at her, and she was smiling back at me. "I don't think..." I didn't know how to play it off. Her gaze on me made me turn red with embarrassment. "He was just angry, there is nothing to it."

"Hmmm." She said and turned back to the episode.

I tried to focus on the show, but my face was still red. The way she made it sound like almost made it seem like Damian cared, but that can't really be. It was just an illusion.

******

I was past the gate before I even realized it. I turned back to look at the giant 'T' in the sky. Titan Tower has been my home for many years now, and looking back now, I was lucky to have Zatanna watching over me when I came to earth.

Zatanna was the first person to show me any kindness when I came here. She was the one who saw the good in me and got me on the Titans. I owed her so much.

"Rachel?" A voice spoke out from behind me.

I turned and saw Damian in his workout gear. He lowered his sword that he was apparently training with and stepped towards me. I stepped forward, closing in the distance between us.

"Damian." I nodded to him.

"What are you doing out here?" He put his sword into his belt.

"I could ask you the same." I nodded to the sword.

"I was training." He stood straight. "Now you."

"I am going on a walk." I stood straight to mimic him.

He nodded in understanding. I turned back, thinking the interrogation was over. I heard his footsteps behind me before I saw him. He was soon walking my pace by my side.

"What are you doing?" I gave him a sideways glance.

"I am walking with you." He said, looking straight forward.

"Okay." I nodded and continued on my path.

"Where are we going?" He said after a few minutes of silence.

"Not sure." I say, brushing my hands across a bush on the path. It was the perfect time of year where the trees were turning green and it wasn't yet too hot out.

He just nodded and we continued on our walk. Honestly it was nice to have his walking next to me and even though we weren't talking, it wasn't boring. If it was anyone else like Garth or Jaime, it would be a long and annoying walk, but with Damian I was fine.

"What are you thinking about?" Damian turned to look at me.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"So are you going to tell me the truth about yesterday's events?" He gave an all knowing look. I tried to play it off.

"I am not sure what you are talking about." I turn so I am not facing him.

"Raven, you are quite good at hiding things and lying, but you should know by know that I can read you. I have been trained by both the League of Assassins and my father. I know you're lying." He grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking any more.

"Fine." I turned to him. "There was a hick up and someone got away." I say, trying to avert is attention from what he was surly asking.

"Someone got away?" He stepped back.

"Kori and I have contacted the Justice League." I inform him.

"If this was a normal bank robbers there would be no need for the Justice League to be involved." He looked me right in the eyes with his stern emerald eyes. "What are you not telling me?"

"Nothing." I lie.

"Rachel."

"Fine, it was a bit bigger of a situation that we ran into." I tell him. "It wasn't just a normal robbery and to our knowledge they were working for someone high up then our pay grade, so we handed it over."

"How much high up of a pay grade?"

"Lex Luther." I tell him. "I mean it's a guess, but that is who Kori and I believe it to be."

"What makes you think that?" He tilted his head to look at me. He was adorable like this. Oh shut up mind!

"There was just a few boxes and things there that made us believe Lex had funded that place." I shrug.

"What was inside the boxes?"

"Weapons." I turn away. "As I said it was more than we bargained for."

"And you didn't call because..." He sounded annoyed.

"There was no time." I turned to him. "Look, I know you don't like that we stumbled on this for some reason, but it all happened so fast! There was no time to call for help."

He looked at me, as if trying to see if I was hiding anything else from him. I huffed and turned back to the path and started walking. Of course he followed.

It was a while before he spoke up again.

"And you got hurt?" He said, taking me away from my thoughts. I didn't answer him. "Look, I saw how you held yourself. Even with your cap I could tell something was off in your walking."

"I was hit by an ogre." I say not looking at him. "It doesn't matter now because I have rested and it has healed."

"Even the skin coloration?" He asked.

How did he know that? I haven't ever told anyone that I heal but the bruising color doesn't alway. I mean a select people know, but none of them on the Titans. HE READ MY FILE!

"Your snooping now!" I turned to look at him, stopping him in his tracks.

"I need to know about everyone's weaknesses and strengths on the team. You should too if you were smart." His words cut through me.

I huffed and started fast walking away. Damian was close on my trail, following me every step. The faster I walk, the faster he did. When I knew I couldn't out run him, I knew I had to portal.

I stopped dead in my tracks and back kicked Damian in the chest. He stumbled back.

Did Kori give him the files?

No, she wouldn't have let that happen. She would have stopped Damian if she ever found out. Damian had to have gotten the passwords and stuff from his father. He was insufferable!

"Raven?" Kori's soft voice took me out of my thoughts.

I walked over and opened the door to find Kori with a concerned look on her face. I let her in and closed the door behind her.

"I heard your foot steps in the hall. Are you alright?" She asked me.

"No." I mumbled in anger.

"What happened?" She put a calming arm on my shoulder.

"Damian has access to all the files on every Titan." I clench my fists together. "He has been reading on all of us."

"He can't do that. He doesn't have the codes." She tells me.

"He does too. He read up on all of us." I look her in the eyes. "Those files have private things that I haven't told anyone. He doesn't have any right to read those."

She studied my face. "Look, I will talked to Batman." He gave me an encouraging smile. "But if he has read up on you, I think it only fair to read up on him."

"What?"

"Don't tell Dick, but on Tamaran, it is only fair that if someone has a one up on you, that you even the playing fields." She smiled at me. "If you wish, I can give you Damian's file."

"Really?" I wasn't sure if that is what I wanted, but I was interesting.

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone I gave it to you." She nodded. "I will give you the file after breakfast if you wish."

I nodded.

There was another knock at the door. I opened it a crack to see if Kori had forgotten something, but it wasn't her.

"I am sorry." He said, pushing the door open wide enough for him to step in.

"Come on in." I said sarcastically, closing the door.

"Look, what I said... I didn't mean it like that." He walked over to my book shelf and started to look at the collection of books I had created over the years.

"Damian, please go." I said.

"Look, I am sorry. I was angry. I am not sure why, but I said those things from anger." He turned his head to look at me.

"So it's not true. You haven't read all the Titan's files?" I questioned.

"No, I have." He nodded. "But you are not dumb for not looking at them yourself."

"That is not what I was raised to believe." He said a matter of factly.

"I don't care if you were raised to kiss cows!" I point at him in the chest. "You making that choice to invade our privacy is not 'cool' and very unwelcome."

"I am sorry..." He began.

"Save it!" I held up my hand, stopping him. "I don't want to hear it. You are just like my father and invading personal space. If I wanted you to know something, I would have told you!"

I stepped back.

He stepped towards me. "That is not my intention."

I turned so I didn't have to look at him. I heard him sigh in frustration at me.

"Look, I am sorry. I did it a long time ago when I first join the Titans. I haven't looked at the files sense. I do have picture memory, so I apologies, but I have changed from the boy I was when I first came." I felt his hand on my shoulder.

I knew I was supposed to be anger at him and push away his touch, but his hand felt warm and welcome. I leaned into his touch for a moment before I realized what I had just done.

I turned to look at him, and our eyes met.

"Raven, I am sorry." He bent down so our eyes were at the same hight. "I only brought it up today because I wanted you to admit you were hurt, but I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I am not so angry about that as... mortified." I admitted.

"Mortified?"

"You read my files. The things on there... They are..." I looked away. "My father was ruthless, and whats on those files are proof that I am weak."

"Weak?" He pulled my head up so my eyes met his. "No, Raven, when I read those files I was amazed by your strength. You stood up to your father even after all the thing he had done to you. You could have easily been his pawn all your life, but you changed that."

"No..." I began to protest.

"They still have all those horrible things I had done before I took the leap to come here." I protest again.

"Stop it!" He held onto my face, firm. "You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. I don't care what the file says."

I sigh and lean my face into his hands. He is strong and holds me, and a feeling of safety comes over me. When I open my eyes again I give a small smile, which he returns.

"Breakfast?" I ask, pulling out of his hands.

Kori comes in sometime later with a plain folder. She passes it to me when she sits beside me. I take it and hind it under the table. There was not need for Damian to find out about this folder now.

I put it in the top of my desk drawer and put it out of mind. Damian might have looked at everyone else folders, but I don't want to be like my father and read it for vengeance. I don't need to.

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Bonus (This takes place in the future of this same story line)

I teleport into my room, exhausted from the workout Dick put me through. When I got into my room, there was a certain green eyed boy in my room. I bushed my hand on his shoulder and went to my dresser for my clothes.

I pulled out some PJ's and turned to Damian, who had yet to acknowledge me.

"Damian?" I stepped closer to him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. He had a yellow folder in his hands. Oh shit!

"What's this?" He turned up to look at me.

"Um..." I was at a loss for words.

"This is my file." He stood up and looked at me. I was mortified.

"Yes." I said, not able to look him in the eyes.

"Why do you have my file?" He questioned. "How did you get this?"

"Well, um..." I glanced up at him. "Kori might have given it to me when we had that fight a while back about you reading my file."

"That was like three months ago." He looked down at the folder in his hands. "You read this three months ago?"

"No." I look up at him. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. "I haven't read it. I didn't want to."

"Why did you?" He looked surprised.

"It would be something my father would have done." I didn't want to hold anything back from him. "I kept if for god knows why, but I promise I didn't read it."

"Alright." His voice pulled me from my downward spiral.

"Alright?" I asked.

He handed me the file. "You were quite angry about me reading your file. And I don't want to hold anything back from you. You may read my file."

I looked down at the folder and up to him. "What?"

I walked over and looked down at him. He looked relax.

"Why?" I didn't understand.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. "I like you Rachel Roth. I don't care if you know what is in that file. I want to be honest with you." He pulled me for a kiss.

When our lips touched it was like our first kiss all over again. I had been with this boy for a few months, but lived with him for years and somehow this boy still managed to sweep me off my feet and surprise me.

I loved him.

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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Patton has a secret ~

Kanene’s note: *read the speech I decide to write here* Hmm...

Caham.

*Throw away the paper* Is just a lot of fluff. Like... just fluff. No drama, no angst, no action, no adventure, maybe fiction, but a lot of fluff. :v

... I should try to write others genres... xDD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Patton and Ler!Roman/Ler!Virgil (Just a itsy bitsy of Lee!Virgil and Lee!Roman).

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 3500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* My first Sanders Sides Tickle Fic finally translated!!! Yayyyyyyy!!! \0\ /0/ \0/ *jazz glitter hands*

* Here the fanfic in Portuguese (brazilian’s one!) ! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video and drink hot chocolate water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

In fact, with how times Patton took care of the other three (and sometimes, five) members of the Mental Palace it could almost be seen as a hobby, a piece of his routine even. But he just could not help or stop himself from doing something when he knows to have in his own hands a world of possibilities for lighten up their, rainy or not, days and paint in their faces a smile, even when it was a light embarrassed one. This was a little something that worked as if he was brighten his own days.

And that reason was what it was so… strange to watch them turning the table.

In the days very after the conversation they had, followed by his room visit (think about that still giving bittersweet shivers down his spine), at least one time and for a few minutes in the day, all the spotlights switched to the quartet’s cat lover.

Just as this morning, when he was woken up by a battalion of cuteness and love consisted by fifteen puppies summoned and carefully deposited in his bed by Roman, who doesn’t waited much to yell an order to “ATAAAAAAAAACK!”. Leading an awake from an extremely confused Patton, which was immediately subdued by licks and small barks doesn’t taking long to rip out happy giggles and squeal from the one who wore cardigan.

Or, even like those random moments in the day when no one is around and Virgil feels absolutely comfortable to wrap him up in a calm, filled with more signification which words could archive, hug. That time when Patton controls himself to not squeak (too much) loud, especially on those others pieces of time when the aspect of Fight or Flight eventually ended up changing to canals with Patton’s favorites cartoons, claiming between (fake) annoyed murmurs that “There isn’t anything better on TV.”

And also, there was Logan. Oh, Lo… Maybe never before, except celebrations, had Patton received so many gifts. They went from interesting books to soothing songs playing in his room’s background, expressing all those feelings that so much confused the duo with the same glasses. Morality liked this approach equally. Most of the songs sang that everything would be okay.

In the end, even if all of it were… different, new, Patton couldn’t deny that loved every second of it.

And maybe it was for all these pampering, however he started to feel a bit freer to demonstrate a little more of him, little by little… For that reason (or maybe feeling?) that some days after all the new occurrences he found himself asking Roman to summon him a tablet. Sure, he summoned one by himself, albeit Roman’s conjurations have always been the ones that spilled the most amount and shiny details, creativity, wonderfully, coloring in the Mind Palace.

This was some weeks ago. Some fast, full of giggles and blush weeks since his very newest discovery on internet. May or may not the only one to blame for his full-sleep nights shrank in order to increase his searching time.

“Tickly Community”

Just thinking on these words already unleashed warm waves through all over his face as involuntary as his began of smile and that soft and cozy sensation intertwining his heart.

Tickles, he squirmed quickly, one of the purest and simplest way to show someone trust and affection. A normal activity to improve bonding, which some disliked and others loved.

And Patton knew very well in which group he was.

It was kind of an addiction, or even a fellow, as he preferred to imagine. Making itself present not only when he turned on the electronic device, but in any and every time of the day. It seemed like a little angel with cat ears and cute voice who liked to appear from absolutely nowhere to say how much every activity in the day would be incredibly better just adding a few pokes, squeezes and sweet, uncontrollable laughter here and there.

And don’t even get him started with the movies, cartoons and series, which, unfairly, insisted in dropping one (sometimes more) tickle scene when he was the least prepared as he could be. Patton swore that in these moments he lost all the control on his body: he always felt being ‘too much smiley’ (even when he brain ordered him to stay serious… Well, he always was more a heart guy than mind one, anyway), ‘too much agitated’, looking at the movie ‘too much’ and always ending up in a mental battle, posteriorly, to choose which one was his favorite (spoiler alert: He always picked all and re-watched them.)

His fingers typed the URL he already knew by heart, snuggling further on the couch as the links appeared in his face. The one in cardigan (since his onisie was washing) loved reading stories gravitated around this subject. The descriptions made imaginary fingers dance in each one of his tickle spots… or at least that ones he suppose that were his spots. It had been few years since activities like that didn’t happened with Thomas or in the Mind Palace, so the freckled side didn’t knew if he stilled susceptible as used to be. Uurg. Think about this made him sad, so, the moral side decided focus on the arts in the art ahead.

Maybe hours or minutes have passed. He couldn’t say, however he could confirm that watched something around three absolutely adorable tickle videos and was in his fifth story whe-

- OH PATTON, MY PATTON – The high pinch scream together with the little jump gave by the called as answer seemed to amuse the prince, his stunning smile increasing. – What are you watchin’? – He let himself fall in the furniture’s arm, close from where Patton’s head rested, leading to the other automatically turn off the tablet in a hurry.

- Oh, nothing, nothing. – The group’s father waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. – Just some new cakes recipes! Thomas overbought Crofter’s and I’m not fire, but I want to help burn the stock! – Both giggled.

- You looked very happy. – Virgil couldn’t stop himself from the grin growing in his face, proud when the representation of morality released his second scream in such a short time, seeing as he truly didn’t notice the second which the purple lover laid in the other corner of the couch. His eyes shined as he saw red spreading across Patton’s cheeks.

“The world goes round.”

- W-when d-did you- for a heartbeat of moment he shuffles in his own words, stumbling in the letters and almost losing himself, taking a second to his face stabilized in a smile and the words stopped falling out his mouth. A bothersome sensation showed in the stomach of the other two sides, realizing how much trained and good at controlling his feelings and expressions he was. Maybe they saw a little of themselves in the act. – You know how much I love appreciate this little things. – Smile.

- Ho ho!! – The resounding laughter from the royal side made itself present as he approached even close to Morality, ignoring any and every signification of ‘Personal Space’. – It sees that nuestro padre is hiding something. ~

Maybe it was the Lee Mood attacking, maybe it was for how that specific phrase had sounded immensely with thousands of the dialogues he had read and which still spinning around his mind; It could even be the playful way they were going. However, Patton could only continue giggling and squirming in attempts to dodge from Roman’s efforts to take the device in his hands, being pretty good at it, something that definitely annoyed the Creativity’s aspect, causing him to let out a exasperated snort.

- Any help, Stormcould?

- I thought princes were ‘self-sufficient’. – He made quotes with his fingers, probably a reference to some fight of them.

- Wha… And we are! Even more when people like you force us to do all the work! Come on, you want to see this too! Another hand here would be nice!

- Tch. Can’t. – Virgil clicked his tongue, irony pouring out his lips as he raised his hands. – I only have mine.

The angry expression from the prince comically mixed up with the euphoric Patton’s squeal, who jumped to a sitting position, moving with more facility closer to the one wearing a hoodie.

- Was that a pun?? – His eyes seemed like could bright the starts by the way they were shining. Virgil’s eyes widened, hiding in the hood while mumbled a ‘no’, half-annoyed, half-awkward and half-happy for be the one who put that smile in the other’s face.

- Ah há!! – The victorious expression quickly took place in Roman’s face as he got the tablet. – Great distraction, my gothic subject!

He clicked the ‘Turn on’ button.

- No! Wait!! – His voice possibly raised a little bit than normal, ora little shakier, or even desperate. Patton stretched quickly, seeking to retrieve the object. He didn’t really know how to explain the suddenly panic. He always dreamed in telling this secret to the others, but… Now this possibility was too… real. He was afraid, afraid that they found it weird, didn’t liked it, felt forced in some way or didn’t really understand his liking and interpret it wrong and… In just that millisecond, Patton feared about all of it and something else at the same time.

The duo looked alarmed, and this made he doubt the reason of his fear. They were his adorable kids, his famILY with eccentric likes just as him. His sons who took care of him. He felt silly, but it didn’t change the glares in his direction.

- Roman… - A light threatening started to take strength in Virgil’s tune.

- Sure! Here you go, padre. – With a big flourish, he handed over the tablet. An apologetic smile in his features, a slightly deeper look in his glare. – I hope you to know that I was just messing with you! There is no greater honor than keep safe our secrets! - Winked, getting up, a hand resting in the chest while the other one gestured in a non-stop rhythm. – And, if is a matter of honor you can count on me to give my life into order to protect and safeguard it! – He bowed, holding Patton’s hand and kissing it, instantly dissolving the fear in the said aspect in an excited smile.

- Oh! Let me give back your kiss, then! – The moral side pulled from his pocket a Kisses’ candy bag, tossing it at Roman, who reflexively grabbed.

- Do you… Do you really have those on the pockets just for the dad joke?? – Virgil asked giving the question up as soon he saw Patton rolling his eyes, biting excitedly his tongue’s tip while shrugging.

- … No?

- They are really good! – The prince exclaimed, his voice muffled by the dozens candies he had put in his mouth and now was trying to chew. Patton felt a hand delicately hold his shoulder.

- You know we never would force you to share something you are not comfortable, right?

- Of course I do, kiddo. – The heart’s representation soothed his smile, deflecting his gaze to his lap, where the tablet calmly rested. The way both acted… so sweet and adorable…

He didn’t even knew of what he was afraid at the first place.

- But…no. – His words come out before anything stopped them. – I want to tell.

This automatically caught their attention, interest sparkling on their expressions. Sure that they were the most comprehensible as possible with the paternal aspect, however this didn’t change the flame of curiosity created by the situation in their minds, which was inflamed even more right now. Patton turned on the device.

- It’s a really silly thing… - Virgil lightly squeeze his shoulders in an encouraging way. Roman moved a little more closely and was gifted with the tablet, now unblock, being deposited on his hands. The words floated from Patton’s lips before his brain or fear could do something to stop them. – But I like tickling!

His speech come out fast and low, he raised up his eyes for a second before lowering them at equal speed and started to play with the cardigan’s tip between his fingers. Patton was a person of a lot of expressions and gestures and hops and joy, albeit this time he was just quiet, slightly embarrassed as the blush on his ears could say.

And happy. A relieved happiness for don’t need to hide anything anymore.

- Patton. – The one with glasses looked up, just to find Virgil struggling with a grin until he gave up on the battle, letting it take over his face. Patton lighted up with expectantly, feeling like he had putted a piece of his soul in the two aspects’ hands and asked ‘So…?’ – This is… - He shook almost imperceptibly his head, his voice took a softer tune, his smile gave away to a serious face. – There is no problem in liking this you know that, right? We will not going to judge you. – Virgil bitted a little his lip, the grin coming back. – To be honest this is…

- ADORABLE!! – Patton was thrown on the couch. Roman having jumped in him, his smile was stunning and his eyes twinkling dangerously. – ABSOLUTELY, INCREDIBLY, ADORABLY ADORABLE!

The cats lover just could giggle, ignoring the heat in his face growing up more and more as he spoke a couple of dad jokes. Virgil’s head appeared besides the prince’s shoulder, almost hided by it. He deposited the tablet on the coffee table, a dishonest smile shining as a sign warning dangerous. Patton felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation transforms to little butterflies in his stomach.

- Yes. Extremely cute.

He felt amazing.

- Oh, kiddos, it’s because of your influence! – Refuted. Half smile, half truth.

The dangerous spark in the pair of eyes seemed to sprawl even more as they stared him. Roman experimented to wriggle his fingers on his direction. Patton squirmed, a new wave of small, bouncing laughs escaping from his lips.

- It seems like our padre is full of giggles. ~ - He pretend to attack a couple of times, delighting himself with the squeaks and bubbling snorts that came as answers from the Morality’s representation.

A different squeal came out from Patton’s mouth, making the prince turn around just to see Virgil lightly tracing a finger in the other’s foot. There was a grin in his features. – I ask myself where they come from…

- V-virgihihihihil, deheheheheheahahar! Nahahahaha!

- I also question the same thing, my nebulous friend, BUT, not to worry! I bet the entire fabric is right here! - Patton followed Roman’s hands, which spin in some flourishes before reach his sides, light scratching they and leading another yelp to pour out from the cat lover, who could swear that he would melt with all the teasing.

- Ro, oh Ro! Pleheheheheheheheheheheasehehehehe! Roho, no teahahahahahasing!

- Don’t worry, padre! I shall help you with this awful case of endless cute laugh! – He squeezed his sides just some more times, increasing Patton’s struggling before lift his dancing fingers. - The cure should somewhere around… - He started to move his fingers, quickly spidering up and down in all his ribs. Patton’s hands shouted to hold him, but he easily dodge them, taking the opportunity to give some special attention to the victim’s armpits. – Here!!

And then, when his laugh, real belly laugh, started to fill the air, it was only then when Patton began to realize that this wasn’t a dream. The joyful filled him almost as quickly as Roman scribble his fingers along his sides, raising to his upper ribs and staying there with softs circular motions, appreciating the snorts that interconnected the laughter from the other. Before he got tired and goes down, squeezing and poking every piece of ticklish skin he could research with the shirt raising a few inches from Patton’s fight.

- RO-ROHOHOH! NAHAhahaHAHA! P-pleAHAHAHAHAhahahaseHEHEHEheeee!!

-Oh, my my! It seems like someone can’t even form phrases without being an adorable mess of giggles and squeals!

Meanwhile, Virgil calmly danced his fingertips through the foot of the one in cardigan, tracing illogic standards, scratching his arc, suddenly increasing the speed (and, consequently, the laugh, yelps and snort stream from the moral side) as found the toes. It looks that don’t be visible to Patton’s eyes just made him incredible more ticklish.

- VIR-HIHIHIHIHIGIL!! nahahaHAHAHAHAHA THEre!! Virhihihihihgil – The purple one thought he couldn’t like even more of his name until hear that variation. His heart was melting with all the adorableness. Why didn’t they discovered that before?

- Yes, Patton? Can you repeat? I couldn’t understand with all your laugh!

- Who is the cutest and ticklish side in the Mind Palace? – Roman switched to his tummy, poking and scrabbling, fingers paying attention in every minimum inch achievable and analyzing which one gave the best reactions. Patton struggled, the belly laughter shaking his entire body as getting out. His arms hugged his sides in an attempt to not to stop the tickles. His face burned and the happiness were assuming shape of tears as they accumulated in his eyes’ corner, his smile seemed truly goes to an ear from another, lighting up the entire room. – You know who are, huh, my dear and adorable Patton? – Each world was a scribble in his navel.

- YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU TWOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NHAHAHAHA!

- Wrong answer. ~ - Virgil refuted, and almost synchronized both attackers started to blow raspberries in his foot and belly. His laughter went silent for a moment.

- RO! VI! NAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! ITHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS ME! MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PleAHAHAHAHASEHEHE! NAHAHAhahhahahaha!

- I feel like he want to tell us something. – The representation of fear calmly commented as his fingers taking turns between squeeze knees and tights wasn’t leading the Morality to squeal, crackle, yelp and giggle almost at the same time, in a madness which the three loved. – But I just can’t get it, you know?

Patton thought he really, really know, the mean of ‘unbearable’, until Roman went, this time for real, to his armpits and Virgil reallocated himself to rest his thumbs on his waist.

And they attacked.

- NononononoNO! WahahahAHAHAHAHAHAIT!

He didn’t remembered if he screamed, or talked or even had some coherence. Suddenly all his muscles began to struggle and his laughter were faster, real and stronger than ever, among them also came shrieks, snorts and squeals until completely disappear. His thoughts were a mess. His eyes opened from time to time to take glimpses of Roman and Virgil’s affectionate smiles towards him. Tears flowed down his cheeks as joy materialized, a stunning joy, that one which made his head go side to side, up and down and a smile bigger than the Sun open in his face.

- STO-STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHO-

They got the message, since in any moment before the father aspect got even closer to ask them to cease the attack, and quickly moved away. However, the duo could not stop themselves to appreciate the puddle of reminiscent giggles who was Patton, who now melted in the couch, letting the last laughter end. Wiped the tears and stared Roman and Virgil with the gratitude and happiness so easily to read in his face that made both aspects blush with the intensity, leading the purple lover hide in his hood and the prince smile more.

The moral side jumped, crushing them in a tight, sincere, and kind of clumsy hug due all them be sitting and with many words between the lines.

- Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!– His words comes out as fast as a machine gun, how he had breath for it even after all the tickling, no one really knew.

- You’re welcome, Padre! – Creativity’s representation lightly poked his sides, making him jump. – But be aware that your actions awaked up two insatiable tickle monsters!

Virgil just rolled his eyes. Patton released a fast giggle as answer, and for some reason, the purple felt all his ‘Fight or Flight’ instincts be activated. He squirmed a little in the hug, but the grip didn’t ease. The Morality’s voice came out a bit lower than the normal, but equally comprehensible.

- Oh, no, Roman… - It was like a purr from a feline before the attack. – You were the ones who did.

Logan left his room, having had a very satisfactory reading morning. Automatically screams and laughter entered in his ear field, his eyes lightly widened and he followed the sound, going to the Living Room just to find Roman and Virgil on the floor, Patton between them, his hands tickling both without mercy, leading the melodious sound (he had to admit) which were flying from their lips.

- Who are the two sides with shining and wonderful laughter who the tickle monster love to tickle tickle tickle tickle? – His tune was as a father talking with two babies. – They are you! Yesh yesh! Are you you you!

Logan pondered the situation. Patton was a reasonable person who loved everyone, so he more than possible would stop when realize they have had enough. Not to mention that he didn’t wanted take the risk to being pulled into the game or embarrassing the participants. Especially the one with hoodie, who still gradually getting used with the affection of the famILY and the prince, who sometimes let himself think that he needed to show himself the stronger and flawless figure that the ‘royalty must be’.

Realizing no real danger in the activity that his eyes analyzed, the logic aspect just stay long enough to decorate Virgil and Roman’s ticklish spots, since these could be a really future useful data, before backing to his room, suddenly remembering that there was another book on his shelf waiting for him.

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Just The Two Of Us Pt.4

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Adrian

Disclaimer: The Characters are NOT mine

(Part 1) (Part2) (Part 3)

Prompt: After the last night fighting against Gaius, before his fall, he puts his plan into execution, changing the lives of Adrian, Kamilah and Mia forever. Friendships may end, a heart may be broken and a new love may arise. In the end who will win the girl's heart?

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2 months later

Ahmanet Financial, Wednesday, 22h44pm

Mia sighed, breathing deeply a few times before entering Kamilah's building. She needed to talk to Kamilah, urgently. The two of them had not been on the same page for months... Actually, they never had been on the same page. Now more than ever, she needed for the very first time to Kamilah give in. But how could she? Kamilah only saw her as troublemaker, an irresponsible and stubborn child. Mia always thought about the day that her wife would take her seriously. There was no possible situation where Kamilah would agree to do this for her, but she needed to try.

She glanced around the large elegant hall of the building, encountering several well dressed men and women, seated in black armchairs, at the counter. The black lettering "Ahmanet Financial" intimidated her. Only 23 years old and she was the wife of the owner. Soon, the feeling that she did not belong to that place, invaded her chest. She bit her own lips impatiently, and with steady steps marched to the counter. Three men in suits were sitting typing on computers.

"Good night. Hi, I—" She tried to say, but the guy interrupted her.

"Deliveries are made in the back." The guy said without even looking at her.

Mia opened her mouth, shock and surprise took her.

"Excuse me? I'm not a deliverer,” she said, leaning against the counter.

"What do you want?" The guy asked impatiently.

"I came here to talk with Kamilah," she clarified. The guy in response let out a wry smile, as if he were mocking her. Mia frowned.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh... No. I don’t need one.”

"Mrs Sayeed does not receive nobody without an appointment, in fact, she hates to receive someone who is not on her agenda. She is not available to receive anyone who wants to come and talk to her.” The guy said without looking up, typing quickly.

“This guy is serious?” Mia thought to herself. "Anyone?" Mia laughed, running a hand through her blond hair. "Do you know who I am?"

"No. And honestly, I do not care to figure it out.” The guy looked up for the first time, directly into the girl's green eyes, scanning her clothes from top to bottom, which made her uncomfortable. "Look, you're very pretty. If you want to speak to Mrs Sayeed you will have to come back another day and set the time in advance. Or if you'd prefer to give me your name, so I can put it on the list, if do not mind waiting in one of the chairs... Even though there's no chance she'll see you today.” He typed again on his keyboard, indifferent.

“Alright.” Mia smirked. "The name’s Miranda."

"Miranda..." He typed.

"... Sayeed." At the mention of the surname, the three of them looked at her. The dimpled smile grew on her face, her brow furrowed with irony.

"...And I'm Lady Gaga." Another commented, laughing, as the other three did the same, Mia rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, you idiots." She sighed, starting to get angry. “I need to see Kamilah. And if I do not see my wife right away, I'll be happy to see your butts get fired”

"Get out before I call the security guards." The first one told her.

"Are you kidding me? Do you know who you're talking to you fucking whore?” Mia raised her voice. At the same instant, a familiar figure emerged from Kamilah's personal elevator. Karen. Her personal assistant. Karen carried her tablet in her hands, walked with the same elegance and grace as ever. A smile flashed across her face as her eyes met Mia's.

Mia's smile could not get wider when she saw Kamilah’s assistant

"You guys are all fucked up," she whispered to the three of them.

"Mrs Sayeed, what a pleasant surprise! You’re back!." She approached. Mia turned to her with a huge grin on her face, laughing inwardly at the three who froze with Karen's presence, and the words she'd let go before she even approached.

"Hi Karen, how are you?" Mia crossed her arms.

"I’m great. Mrs Sayeed did not mention that you would come today.”

"Oh, I wanted to make a surprise. I hope Kamilah is not busy.”

"She just left a meeting. She has an hour to spare. How was your trip? I hope it was good."

"It was amazing! thank you for asking, Karen. So I guess I'll see Kamilah... My wife. Anytime I want and without an appointment, because I don’t need one!” She shrugged, laughing exaggeratedly, out of the corner of her eye she could see the red color on the faces of the three of them. When Karen stepped forward, Mia took one last look back, before lifting her middle finger to them and followed her.

“I don’t understand.” Mia said after a few minutes of silence between her and Karen in the elevator.

“What?” She asked.

“Why nobody believes that Kamilah got married?”

“I believe it is because Kamilah is not very… Open.” Karen took a deep breath, contemplating to respond in a kind manner. “She just... Don’t care about getting closer to people, obviously she has more important matters to deal with.”

Mia sighed. Karen left her in Kamilah's huge, elegant office, which was empty at the moment. Mia looked around, she’s only been there three times in her entire life, it was strange to stay in that environment without Kamilah.

"Make yourself at home, Kamilah will return to her office at any moment. I'll let her know that you're here.” Karen smiled sympathetically. Mia smiled back, awkwardly.

"Karen?" Mia called her before she walked out the door.

"Yes, ma'am?" Karen stopped.

"Do you... Do you think Kamilah will be happy when she finds out I'm here?" She asked uncertainly. Karen paused for a moment, as if reflecting how to answer to that, her intense gaze slightly annoying Mia.

"I think she'll be delighted with your presence," she replied, Mia knew it was a lie, but she smiled back, anyway. Karen left.

Kamilah’s pov

"...It's not about the money, they've been our clients for years, I'm not going to lose this contract for Mannon Financial, maybe we should think of a better strategy to close this deal." Kamilah said contemptuously as she walked the halls of Ahmanet Financial with her assistant. The last winter weeks had been pleasantly quiet for the CEO, since Mia had discovered an ONG which the main project was building houses for the unfortunates, and had the idea of going to do volunteer work in Colômbia, Kamilah could not support her any more, the idea of her getting rid of her wife for weeks or maybe months, it never seemed so attractive.

Months married, months of drama with Adrian and a childish rivalry between the two. She just had a lot of work to do, and getting involved with Mia was not on her mind. Now she had her penthouse and her bed only for herself and no kind of family stress.

"...Maybe we should go back with the idea of end of the year gifts? Whiskey and cigars, as usual” Karen proposed.

"It's not a bad idea, they're traditional men and like every year, they'll appreciate that," Kamilah said patiently. "Let’s think about this. Well, in the meantime, send me the reports in my office, I do not want to be disturbed."

"Uh, ma'am... Maybe you should know—”

"I do not want distractions, Karen. I do not want anyone in my office today." Kamilah said opening the door, and faced the last person she hoped for and wanted to see. Mia. The CEO stopped at once, a tempestuous expression forming on her face, at first confusion, shock, and then anger, as she came across that little blonde creature with cheeks and tanned skin sitting in her leather chair and with the boots on top of her desk, playing with a pen of more than five thousand dollars between her nails done.

"I was about to tell you that your wife was waiting for you in your office a few minutes ago," Karen said quietly behind Kamilah.

"I noticed," Kamilah muttered. Mia smirked, flicking her dimples between her cheeks.

"Well, I'll give you privacy," Karen said, trying to pull away.

"You stay." Kamilah told her assistant without taking her eyes off Mia, closing the door behind her. "My wife was already leaving. Get out off my chair, Miranda."

"Ugh, I hate it when you call me like that." Mia rolled her eyes. "Is that the way you talk to your wife? Did you not missed me?"

Kamilah crossed her arms, her perfect eyebrows arching as they always did when she was angry.

"Someone is in a bad mood today," Mia snapped without moving.

"You should be in Colômbia." Kamilah pointed at her.

"I was and it was wonderful, thank you for asking." Mia stood up. "Despite your unsuccessful attempt to get rid of me, I'm back."

"I do not have the patience for your little games today, I have a lot of work to do and I'm busy, as you can see," Kamilah said angrily.

“You know what would be cool? a picture of us on the table, as most couples usually use at their desks.” Mia pointed to Kamilah's desk. Kamilah rolled her eyes in response, Mia seeing the unimpressed look that Kamilah gave to her, she continued. “Oh, come on, you know your life is boring without me” She gave a charming smile to Kamilah.

"Why can not you be a normal wife and spend the credit card I gave to you?" Kamilah touched the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, you mean the limitless credit card you gave me as a form of bribe not to disturb you? No thanks, I will not spend your money.” Mia walked around the table and sat on the edge, her fingers squeezing the wood from Kamilah's table. “... And what’s wrong with my clothes, anyway?” She looked at them.

"You dress like a hipster who's about to run away with a band." Kamilah gestured to Mia's torn black jeans. "You're the wife of a CEO, you should dress like one." Mia rolled her eyes impatiently.

"I do not see anything wrong with my style, maybe that's why your receptionists treated me like crap earlier." She said in a lower tone, Kamilah frowned.

"They did what?" Kamilah asked.

"Doesn’t matter.” She shrugged trying to hide the hurt in her eyes, which was evident to Kamilah. "You know, while I was away, I did a lot of things in Colômbia, a lot of good things for many people, I did not regret it in the last few weeks, but then I realized that you just wanted to get rid of me and I was making it so much easier for you.” Kamilah rolled her eyes impatiently. "I kept in touch with my parents since I left, they were very curious about you and why I would leave the country since I’m married for such little time."

"So that's why you're back," Kamilah concluded with a small smile forming on her lips. "To keep the facade for your parents." Mia moistened her lips, moving away from the table and approaching Kamilah in slow steps with the pen swinging in her fingers.

"They mean the world to me, I'd hate to disappoint them. They are already hurt because they were not invited to our wedding and I did not tell anyone we were getting married. I'm back because my Nana's birthday will be this weekend, and I can not lose this.” A sarcastic smile formed on Kamilah's lips. Well, she would have another free weekend from Mia before she resolved to return to the penthouse.

"Well, may god be with you on this trip. You can get the jet and go.” Kamilah smiled satisfied. Mia let out a laugh.

"I don’t know what you're saying, you're going with me." Mia folded her arms, Kamilah's smile widened on her face.

"No, absolutely not. I will not waste my time on this, I have to work."

"Seriously? Jokes on you, you are going Kamilah.” Mia leaned close enough to face her wife in the eyes.

"Is that a threat?" Kamilah frowned, her brown eyes slowly shifting to red. Mia shrugged.

"You can consider what you want, I would say... This is a warning”

"Karen?" Kamilah called to her without taking her eyes off Mia. "Follow my wife out of my office, I have a lot of work to do." Kamilah took a deep breath, trying to control the anger, her eyes returning to the usual brown.

"Karen, I'm not going anywhere. Not until Kamilah gives me her word that she will go with me to Michigan. It's the least you can do for sending me away for two months, Kamilah.” She approached Kamilah, staring at the CEO in the eyes, no matter how tall Kamilah was or how terrifying she was, Mia would not give up

"Well, my efforts does not seem to work because you're back." Kamilah approached her in response, both inches apart.

"I promised I would not make things easy for you," Mia snapped.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with." Kamilah touched the girl's chin, lifting her face with her finger, bringing her face closer to Mia's until she could look closely at the iris of her green eyes.

"I'll take my chances," Mia said in response. “Do you know what I think, Kamilah? I think you're afraid, afraid of it, afraid of us. You're afraid of being in a relationship, that's why you try to push me away, that's why you act like you don't care!”

“You’re ridiculous.” Kamilah snapped back.

"I am? because every time I approach you about your feelings, you run away. You're scared, scared of feeling something, afraid of your own feelings.”

"You're my brother's ex girlfriend, he loves you, he's in love with you, you have twenty-three years old, you're the forbidden fruit, a fetus." Kamilah said angrily.

“Yeah? That’s why you can’t keep your eyes off me?” Mia snapped watching closely the look in Kamilah’s eyes. Kamilah paused in the middle of her sentence as her brown eyes lowered to admire the girl's rosy lips, the thought of how beautiful she had become with her skin sun-tanned had taken over the mind of the CEO. They both backed away as Karen cleared her throat behind them, Kamilah shaking her head, lost for that moment... That was just the effect the girl had on her.

"You're taking my time. And I'm busy." She turned around and sat down in her leather chair. "What is this?" She pointed to the package on the table. Mia sighed and turned to face her.

"Your dinner. It’s vegetarian. I thought to bring it to you,” she said, noting the surprised look on Kamilah's face. “I will not appear alone on my grandmother's birthday, you go to Michigan with me, you are my wife and you will meet my family, we are in it together until the bitter end or you forgot? So if you want to keep your image that you value so much, you will do it, if not for me, do it for yourself. You will, and that's it." She said before leaving Kamilah behind.

"Did you see that? She acts like a teenager.” Kamilah said pointing where the girl was. "Of all the punishments that Gaius could do against me... He chose the worst," she said leaning back in her chair. Karen hid the smile, which was noticed by the CEO immediately. "Is there anything you may want to share with me, Karen?" Kamilah cocked her head to the side, looking directly into her eyes.

"Mia is... A force of nature, Kamilah. She does not think about the consequences before she does things, and she certainly knows how to let you on the edge.” Karen approached Kamilah's table. "But... She is gorgeous, those eyes really are something else. And it is obvious that you two are attracted to one another"

"This is insane." Kamilah rolled her eyes, standing and walking past Karen. "I'm not attracted to my wife."

"There's nothing wrong with admitting it." Karen rushed to catch up with her in Kamilah's private elevator.

"There's absolutely everything wrong with admitting it, my brother is in love with her and she's in love with him. It would be the greatest betrayal I could ever commit.” Kamilah admitted, as the elevator stopped in the lobby of Ahmanet Financial, she stepped forward to the balcony. Spotting the three guys there. She stopped bending to look at the three of them, laughing and chatting.

"I did not know I paid all three of you to play instead of work," she said quietly and softly, catching sight of the hairs on their necks rose.

"Mrs Sayeed!" The one at the left-hand end rose, stuttering.

"We were not expecting you."

"We were just... We were..."

"I do not give a damn what you all were doing, I just came here to say that it came to my ears that my wife was here earlier. And you all did not let her come up.” She raised her eyebrows, noticing the blood rise to the three men's heads and hearts racing.

"We did not know she was your wife!"

"Oh really? Now listen well and carefully, when my wife is here, she will be treated properly and with respect, if it gets to my ears again that any of you treated her inappropriately again, I will go after the three of you, I was clear?" Kamilah threatened, her fangs threatening to appear, but she held them back in time. The three shook their heads in affirmation. "Do you all know what? I changed my mind. You’re all fired. Immediately.” Kamilah walked away from the counter, her heels banging against the floor, Karen rushed to catch up. "Reopen the application process and tell them we're hiring and I'm open to interviews, Karen." She said before they both got into the elevator. Kamilah noticed the smile on her assistant's face. "Do not look at me like that."

"You like her." Karen smiled.

"No. I don’t.... And don’t even think about telling her that I fired them."

“What did they even say? Isn't the forbidden fruit always the best?” Karen said softly wearing a look from Kamilah.

Kamilah’s and Mia penthouse, Thursday, 23h30pm

As winter drew nearer from New York, making the nights cooler, Mia sighed in relief as the elevator doors swung open for her, after months living with Kamilah in that large apartment, she was beginning to get used. Get used to her little routine and to the house. Leaving the market bags on the kitchen counter, and the keys on the key chain, Mia took off her coat and stood to save the groceries. Shopping at the grocery store, making lunch and dinner, and handling some household chores were some of the few things she did and enjoyed doing. She smiled in satisfaction when her work was ready, deep in her mind the idea of taking a hot bath in that wonderful bathtub of her suite and Kamilah’s, invaded her mind.

Mia took off her shirt, her accessories, trousers and socks when she reached the room, she casually walked to the bathroom, but upon arriving there she came upon an unexpected sight. Kamilah. That god damn it woman. Her own demon which sent directly from her personal hell was there in the bathtub.

"OH FUCK!" Mia shouted at the sight of her. Kamilah turned her face to her, frowning. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I... I did not know you.... that you were home! Why did not you yell at me from here to tell me you were here!” Mia tried to cover her eyes.

"First, I don’t “yell” and second... This is still my house too, for what I know. Do I have to warn you every time I want to take a bath? "Kamilah asked calmly.

"A text message telling you're coming home would be cool!" Mia said taking her hand out of her eyes briefly, only to be rewarded with... That image which stolen her breath away.

There was little foam in the bathtub that hour, which told her that Kamilah had been there for some time, her absolutely gorgeous brown body was partially exposed, the other half hidden by the water, her brown hair glistening wet, fallen on her shoulders, her Egyptian gold necklace stood out on her tanned skin, besides her was a glass of wine. That perfect face, wet, stared at Mia with serenity. A goddess. When Mia realized, she was staring at her like a teenager who had just seen a porn movie for the first time. She closed her mouth and tried to avoid the CEO's hypnotizing brown eyes.

Kamilah took her eyes from those stubborn green eyes, and without noticing, scanned Mia's exposed body hidden behind that tight set of bra and black lace panties. That girl had a hell of a body. She had to admit it. Even though she was incredibly pretty with a flashy body, there was something else about that girl, the way she rolled her eyes and dared to defy Kamilah made her intrigued, interested and excited.

"Perfect legs," Kamilah thought to herself with a small smile forming on her lips. "...Well, it was you who invaded the bathroom first. So, I believe It’s your fault.” Kamilah said softly looking at that body, her brows furrowed. "Or... Maybe you just wanted to see me naked, so you made up an apology." Mia noticed the way the CEO looked at her, the burning desire in Kamilah’s eyes, she reached for a towel to hide her body behind, crashing the door and leaning against it.

"I ... if I knew you were in the bathroom, I would never!" Mia rolled her eyes in disgust, a laugh escaped from Kamilah lips. Mia stopped talking as she noticed the perfect smile on Kamilah's face. "You... You're smiling. You never smile.” She lowered her shoulders and let out a smirk full of dimples. But then she regained her consciousness and swayed. "Stop smiling like that at me." The grimace returned in her face.

"You are still here aren’t you?," Kamilah observed. “Stop acting like a teenager, we’re adults, you’re my wife, it’s normal to see each other naked.”

"I have no plans to see you naked and I will not let you see my body." Mia stared at her in horror as she squeezed the towel against her body, Kamilah laughed softly sinking into the water and closing her eyes. "So... why did you decide to go back home today?" Mia asked curiously.

"Today was a stressful day, I just wanted to relax, get home and take a bath," Kamilah said softly still with her eyes closed.

"Something happened?" Mia asked curiously, coming closer and leaning against the sink.

"Just... One more day of work," Kamilah replied, Mia kept her eyes on her, studying her features. Kamilah opened her eyes, surprising her, making her change her posture. "What?" Kamilah asked.

"Nothing." Mia shook her head, feeling her face turn red. "I don’t know... I'm just not used to seeing you at home. Are you going back to work? "

"Not today," Kamilah replied sipping her drink. At the same moment, the image of having to split the bed for the very first time, invaded Mia's head. Oh, boy.

"You drink a lot," Mia said quietly.

"...And you complain too much," Kamilah snapped. Mia opened her mouth to protest.

"True." Mia shrugged, taking an unexpected smile from Kamilah. In response, Kamilah prepared to get out of the tub, making the move, Mia turned her back to her, trying to avoid looking. "Oh, God, you're getting out of the bathtub, that's something you're doing," she stammered. Behind her, Kamilah smiled as she picked up a nearby towel and wrapped her body around it.

“For someone who don’t want to look, you seems very curious.” Mia peeked over her shoulder, being greeted by a flawless white smile.

"You... Can you rush this? You know, there are some people who want to bathe.” Mia said with her back to the sink, Kamilah came wiping her hair with a towel, facing her.

"For what I know, there are more than three bathrooms in this house, you're the only one standing here against your will." Kamilah moved closer to her, narrowing her eyes, being so close to Kamilah made her uneasy, she could feel that attraction again, the heat emanating from Kamilah's body, the CEO staring at her behind the wet strokes of her hair, somehow she become even more attractive. Kamilah placed both her hands against the sink, holding her there. Mia stared at those hot brown eyes, before she could stop them — images came into her mind, holding her in that trance, sand, a lot of sand. A marble palace erected against the sands. She saw Kamilah, how beautiful she was in her black hair with a fringe, noble egyptian clothes, that perfect smile on her face. The picture went as fast as it came. The same smile lingered on Kamilah's face, unchanged by time.

"Stop doing that, it's not working," Mia said crossly, folding her arms.

"What am I doing?" Kamilah asked staring at her lips.

"You're hitting on me. I do not know why, but if you think you're going to take advantage of me with that... If you think I'm going to fall for this, you're very much mistaken, Kamilah.” Mia said with conviction. "You think you can... You think you can come to me and smile like that... With that perfect face of yours and I’m going to fell for you?? You’re wrong." Kamilah grinned even more.

"Oh, so you think my face is perfect. I did not know you were attracted to me, Mia.” Kamilah raised her eyebrows, Mia's expression make her laugh.

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Oh, for gods sake." Mia rolled her eyes.

"I'm not hitting on you. But if I was... " Kamilah brought her face closer to Mia's, gluing her foreheads, her lips inches from hers, Mia's breath caught stuck, her whole body tingling, that cold in her belly were back so fast. — A part of her wanted, the selfish one, no matter how much she wanted to deny and push Kamilah away, a part of her wanted to kiss her desperately, there was something about Kamilah that drew her, but a sound in her head claimed that she still loved Adrian, Adrian was the man of her life, but if he was... Why did she want to kiss Kamilah so badly? "... If I was hitting you, you couldn’t take it..." Kamilah touched her chin, lifting him up to make her look at those hypnotizing brown eyes. "You could not stand a night with me, could not bear the pleasure, the desire..." her words were mere whispers against Mia's lips. “I would make you scream my name all night long, as if I were your holy grace, your salvation...”

"Kamilah..." Mia tried to say stuttering. She wanted to, only god knew how she wanted and craved that kiss. Even being... So wrong. At that moment, the image of Adrian dissipated. Any coherent thought was eliminated from her mind. Kamilah inclined her face, directing her lips to the girl's ear.

"That's exactly why nothing's going to happen between us." Mia shivered as she heard Kamilah's lips whisper in her ear, and received a small bite in her earlobe and a kiss on her cheek.”

"Great." Mia raised her nose defiantly, daring to look into Kamilah's eyes. Kamilah stood to look into her eyes. "I'll never sleep with you. I don’t have feelings for you and you don’t have for me."

"Great." Kamilah returned with a small, confident smile. "As you wish." Kamilah walked away so fast and left her alone in the bathroom before she could even think twice.

1h30am

Later that night, Mia flipped through her book patiently, amused by the story, enough to not hear the front door open and close, giving way to Kamilah, who entered the room with warm eyes on the girl.

"I didn't know you had a preference for the right side of the bed." Kamilah said softly with a playful smile on her face. Mia looked up from the book, and almost immediately her face turned red when she saw the CEO standing by the door, wearing nothing, but a black silk nightgown that valued her beautiful body and breasts. Mia had never seen so much skin before.

“Holy fuck.” She thought to herself. “I’m screwed. That’s it.”

"It's... I... It's near the bathroom," she stammered, drawing a smile from Kamilah. "I don't have to go around the bed."

“Hmmm. I see.” Kamilah raised her brow, letting Mia's face turn even more red. Mia looked at her clothes immediately, realizing that maybe those pajama shorts were maybe too short, and after the bathroom confrontation, she didn't know if she trusted herself or Kamilah, enough to spend the night with the vampire queen.

Kamilah approached with slow steps, as if calculating her every step, going to her side of the bed and pulling the covers towards her. At that moment, Mia felt that familiar warmth emanating from Kamilah's body, how hot that was. She swallowed, trying to focus on her book, but it was almost impossible with Kamilah so close.

“What are you reading?” She felt the hairs on her body shiver at the sound of Kamilah's voice so close to her ear, Mia looked over her shoulder and met Kamilah's brown eyes in her book.

"Uh... Hum... The sky is falling." She replied stuttering.

“And why is the sky falling?” Kamilah asked.

"Well... Uh—" Mia frowned trying to make the right words out, but she was unable to form them. “I think… I don't know yet. Uh... I haven't reached that part yet, I think it's a metaphor for —” Her eyes met Kamilah's, seeing that flawless smile so close to her face, the words faded from her mind.

“For?” Kamilah whispered, smiling approaching again. Mia stepped away noticing how close they were until...

"Ouch!" She faltered as she fell off the bed. Kamilah's laugh echoed around the room, Mia tried to get up with an ugly face. "That’s it!" She stood, marching around the room and going to an armchair, taking all the pillows there and carrying them to bed.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Kamilah asked without understanding.

“I think it's time we set some boundaries between us, don't you think?” She said forming a wall of pillows between her and Kamilah.

"You can't be serious." Kamilah said in disbelief looking at the girl and her job in separating both.

"Believe me I am." Mia smiled, pleased to see the result of her work.

“This... is definitely the most childish thing you've ever done,” Kamilah said watching her.

"Thanks." Mia smiled, settling herself on the side of the bed.

“What if I want to push the pillows away?” Kamilah raised an eyebrow.

“You will not do that. It wouldn't be nice and it would be disrespecting your bed limits.” Mia looked over her shoulder.

"I couldn't care less about my boundaries." Kamilah said. "That's not how two married people sleep."

"We're not like everyone else, we're a different kind of couple." Mia said sleepily.

"Still, this is ridiculous and you know it." Kamilah said grumpy.

“I didn't think you were the type that enjoy cuddling, Kamilah.” Mia smiled over her shoulder. Mia propped her face against the pillows that parted both, smiling at the vampire queen. Kamilah returned her an annoyed look. "What? let's talk, share things, tell secrets.” Mia said poking her. Kamilah rolled her eyes and turned to the opposite side of the bed.

"I do not share."

"Yes, you do." Mia laughed.

"Go to sleep Miranda, or I swear to god, I'll kick you out of this bed, and this time you won't be able to climb again."

“Awn, come on!”

“You don’t know nothing about me, so let’s keep this way. It’s better for the both of us.” Kamilah said impatiently.

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know, but I want to. That’s why we have this weekend with my parents, I’m looking forward to it. They are going to love you.” Mia said smiling leaning over the pillows and leaving a spontaneous kiss on Kamilah's cheek. What she didn’t saw was the shocked look on Kamilah’s face at the unexpected act of love.

#choices you play #bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #bb #kamilah x mc #look i wrote something finally!!!#so sorry for taking so long

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jiminsfault · 4 years

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50 questions tag

I got tagged by @yoongs-jeontae ! Thank you💖

What colors is your hairbrush? It’s like a brown-ish shimmery color? Idk o.o

What food would you never eat? I probably would never be able to eat the meat of rabbits or deers, sheep and that kind of stuff

Are you usually hot or cold? I’m always a cozy crispy amount of warmth under my blanket. But when I’m outside I go from both extremes because I’m super sensitive so, spring/summer: always hot, autumn/winter: always cold. There is no inbetween

What did you do 45 minutes ago? I was in an online class and got math tutoring🤠 it was horrible thanks for asking my brain is fried

Favorite chocolate? The really dark kind. It’s the only chocolate I’ll ever really crave. I can bear milk chocolate if I have to

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? I hAve actually omg! It was a handball game and super boring, I didn’t know whats going on ever and only clapped when everyone else did🤡 (I was forced by my ex to tag along I absolutely hate sports)

What was the last thing you said out loud? “Oh my god, that was horrible” right after I ended the call with my teacher skckjs

Favorite ice cream flavor? Brownie fudge? Is that what it’s called? The chocolate ice cream with brownie pieces in it, it’s so fUcking gOOD sorry for cursing it’s necessary

What was the last thing you drank? Some nice crispy wAter

What kind of wallet do you have? A small black one because I didn’t think about practicality when buying it. Currently looking for a bigger one.

What was the last thing you ate? I actually have no clue if that’s the english word for it but kebab? IT’S DÖNER IN GERMAN

Did you buy clothes last weekend? I haven’t bought clothes in months actually omg

What was the last sports event you saw? I watched the soccer game that’s like a really big thing back in 2018 🤠🤠

Who was the last person you texted? My mom cus she’s out buying groceries and asked me what kind of ice cream I want kekdjejd

Do you like camping? I despise camping with my entire being. When I was little my mom always forced me to go on 500 camping trips a year and I feel the biggest rage in me when I think about all the bugs and uncomfortable nights I- will not continue talking about this now.

Do you eat vitamins? No, like not at all. Not one vitamin has entered my body in a few weeks. I used to have these tablets that disappear in water but I stopped drinking that because I only take them bc of my muscles and currently I’m not leaving the house so,,, don’t need them >:)

When was the last time you traveled? The last time I full on traveled like outside of the country was in 2018 when my class went to italy because of our graduation 🤠 trauma

Do you like sunbathing? I can’t really answer that because if I sunbathe I will burn. Like literally I’m getting a sunburn just from walking to the train on a sunny day if I don’t have the strongest suncream on??? My skin is very🤡 so yeah idk if I like it? Never tried

Asian or Italian food? Asian food absolutely. I’m not sure about italian food because I just don’t know anything about italian kitchen but I dO knOw that theres so much variety with asian food? And so far I’ve loved every asian dish I’ve tried so,,

Do you drink soda? Nope. I stopped drinking soda four years ago I think because my skin was sO bad and I gained weight so quickly without eating a lot so I stopped drinking soda and tada! Barely getting pimples now😎 also it’s just tastier like my mouth doesn’t stick anymore and I don’t literally feel the sugar on my teeth?? (Although I do sometimes sip on a bit of coke but only on special occasions)

What color socks are you wearing now? White with a very,, aqua? blue stripe? And the name of the brand in the same color🤠 fashion

When was the last time you were speeding? I don’t drive🤡😔

What are you afraid of? Everything pretty much. Commitment, people leaving me, talking to people, failing, succeeding, should I continue?

What can you see if you turn left? A lot? It’s inside my room (my bed is in the right corner) but first thing would be my switch cus she laying next to me

What kind of housework you like the least? I actually love housework? At least the things that I do. Like I never mow the lawn because that’s not my job yknow? But I like emptying and filling the dish washer, cleaning pans in the sink, doing the laundry, wiping the floor. Maybe I should become a maid?

What is the first thing you think of when you hear someone talking in a language you don’t know? I try to hear what language it is, like I try guessing at least. Of course I don’t know what every language sounds like but it’s a fun little game I have for myself when I’m bored in public transpo

Do you sleep on your back or side? On my right side towards the wall. At least at night, when I take a nap I sleep on my left side towards the room. Idk why pls don’t ask me, I can’t fall asleep otherwise.

You crave fast food, where do you go? So around where I live there aren’t a lot of options? Also in germany in general we don’t have the fast food fest that america has, so I always go for either Mcdonald’s or Subway.

What is your lucky number? 5. I don’t know when it became my favorite/lucky number but somehow at some point in time it’s become the number I always use when someone wants me to guess or answer a question, I use it for picking things and all that🤡🤠 maybe it’s because it sounds rly funny in german

Who was the last person you talked to? In person my mom cus she’s the only one I see nowadays. On the phone would be two of my friends and I also talked to my tutoring teacher through discord so? Pick👁👁

Do you eat meat? I would say no if I wouldn’t sometimes do slip some meat in. It’s very rare and a small amount when I do. Idk how this developed because I used to eat meat multiple times a week but at some point I started only eating chicken and only in smaller amounts and sometimes not even once in two weeks. I eat fish tho? Does that count?

What was the last song you listened to? “Love without tragedy/mother mary” by rihanna because I was feeling the 10’s last night at 5am🤠

Last book? I actually just tried to find the english title of it but I can’t find any sign of it being translated so,, “der Totenzeichner” by Veit Etzold. I read this book twice, once in 9th grade and once just recently and I will not get enough of it. Another one of his books “Final cut” is laying on my bedside table waiting for me to start it. He’s an iconic author.

What is your favourite day of the week? If we were speaking from when it’s a regular routine and I would go to uni, I’d say Monday. I know I sound like a psycho but saying friday or saturday is my favorite day is basic because obviously everyone loves the weekend. Monday is a great day usually because my day starts in third period and does still go 6 classes like regular days but it feels nice to go into uni later in the day so I always appreciate it. (Tho saturday do be hitting different)

Do you know the alphabet song backwards? I don’t even know it forwards 🤡😔

Favorite coffee/tea? I don’t drink coffee but my favorite tea is probably fennel tea, everyone I know hates it, especially without sugar but I love it :(

Favourite shoes? From the ones I personally own I’d say my nike zoom 2ks because they look good and are super comfortable. Shoes that I wish I would have would be Dr. Martens but I’m pOor🤡 I am absolutely a whore for sneakers so I won’t even start listing all the sneakers I love

When do you usually go to sleep? If I’m on schedule around 11-12pm of actually going into the bed physically and falling asleep 30/40 minutes later. While I’m now constantly at home I do still physically get into bed at the same time but I stay up from 2-7am depending on how fun people are, if I play a game, if I read/draw, have a series or movie to watch. I’m insane I am aware🤡

When do you usually wake up? Again, when I’m on schEdule I wake up mondays and tuesdays at 6.30am, from wednesday to friday at 6.10am, on the weekend around 10am. Right now? It’s a surprise everyday. Sometimes I’m up at 4pm, sometimes I’m up at 10am, today I was actually super early with 9.30 so😎

Sunrise or sunset? That’s actually so hard because I do see the sunset a lot more than rise since I have my rOllÄdEn down so I don’t actually remember what a sunrise looks like. Because I have no other choice I say sunset. With doubt.

Do you like your bed soft or hard? I thINK my bed is hard? I once laid on a friend’s bed that was super soft and I’m pretty sure I didn’t like it

Describe the plate you are eating from? They’re from ikea. They’re white with like blue swirls idk my mom bought them I didn’t make the decisions

Your favorite type of alcohol? Currently I don’t really drink alcohol (mainly because of the lack of opportunities) bUt when I do drink I really like sweet sparkling wine (I googled this I’m not sure if that’s the right word idkd)

Do you like board games? Depending on which people I play with. If a person is getting angry that they’re losing it makes the game absolutely suck and since I’m surrounded by those people I haven’t made good memories with board games kcjdjs,,, if the company is fun I like the games too tho

If you had a car, what kind would it be? Unrealisticly I’d love to own a Lamborghini Aventador or Urus because those cars are just mouth-watering to me. Since I most likely won’t ever be able to afford either of those, I’d love to have a Fiat 500. I fell in love with this car like,,, it’s so cute and the inside is pretty too so everything fits for me the way I want it to. I’ll have to settle for a way less nice car tho once I get a license, at least for a while🤡

Do you know how to change car tires? In theory yes

Dream country? Like to live in? Damn idk. I’d love to live in a country with like,, cULTURE you know? Something exciting and cool to look at, less stuck up people almans be really boring 🤡 so maybe something like spain or italy, maybe america if yall vote for a different president. Japan or Korea would be super cool too I- the whole world ma’am? I couldn’t live in countries like idk hawaii or sumn because of the heat so I’ll just mfing stay in germany😔😔

If you could choose from any jobs in the world, what would you like to do? If I would have the chance I’d love to become an actor because that just seems super cool. But like I’m not nearly attractive enough for people to want to look at me on a scEen so nO

What would you like to try to do? I’m pretty set on trying to learn how to dance like that’s probably not as exciting as other things I could do but :/ yeh idk

And what is stopping you? Literally just me being lazy and talking myself into believing I won’t be good without even trying nsncjsks (also yes I seperated these questions because otherwise it wouldn’t be 50)

thIs was sO mUch omg sjjcjs I’m literally exhausted from all these questions😩😩

I’m tagginggg @gallhali @shadowsremedy if u wanna!

#tagged #fairyfriends #yoongs-jeontae

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irageneve · 5 years

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I know that sometimes it is better to let your praise stand alone but I can't help but respond again. Because it is not just that piece I mentioned. You always produce such detailed artworks (even for free which is mind-blowing and making me wish I had enough money to pay you.). You invest so much time and love and it shows, each piece seeming to have a soul of it's own. May I ask how long you already draw? I would love to know about the road you've taken so far while pursuing your passion :)

you will literally make me cry you’re so so kind i don’t know how to thank you enough T__T feel free to come around and ask me anything, my heart is yours

story time, Ira’s art journey (it got way longer than I expected and I also got sappy lol, I’m sorry)

like any other kid I started to draw when I was little. I used to spend a lot of time in hospitals as a child so coloring books where how I was spending my time. after that I continued to draw just for myself, ugly drawings that back then were full of thoughts that I was proud of haha. besides that I was always drawing on something, notebooks, napkins, my hands, tables. even now I draw floating eyes and random hair shapes on my notebooks lol

I continued to draw by pausing different anime scenes on TV and drawing them on paper, trying to reproduce it as accurate as I could only by studying the paused episode. looking back I realize I was doing art exercises without even knowing what I was actually doing, back then I was just drawing what I was admiring (I remember even now the anime Slayers, I drew Lina one night and then I wrote down every one of her spells that I was remembering)

I was never the best at traditional art, I’m pretty clumsy, smudging everything or painting everywhere that shouldn’t have paint on it. watercolors hated me (literally, once I had a watercolor tube explode in my face when I tried to open it)

I started digital…12 years ago I think? I started in paint and for good years I mastered that. my first ever digital art was an anime schoolgirl I reproduced from the cover of one of my notebooks. I drew that in paint and I remember it took me several days to finish. and then after a while I discovered Paint Tool Sai

I kept drawing for myself and for my friends for the longest time, mostly my OCs and my own stories. after a while, with school getting stressful and losing motivation because I had the mindset that art is just a hobby and it won’t get me anywhere, because society and family and etc told me that, I stopped. for 3-4 years I haven’t touched anything art related (I used to draw with a mouse back then)

then, I got into mystic messenger where I met people outside of my group of friends. I started to want to draw again for that fandom and even if my skills were really rusty I was enjoying it. I started to post art online two years ago under the name of Cheebs. for a while everything went fine. I was drawing and a friend that I considered very close to me was doing the backgrounds, we called them collaboARTs. but when I started to feel art was more like a chore than a passion plus some other details that I won’t go into now (regarding the friendship between me and this person) I realized it was toxic for me. things went south, we “broke up” and that was the moment I decided to never leave my arts with a white background anymore. even the simplest backgrounds are fine, but no more lazy

around…August/September I think, 2018, I got my first tablet. man the difference between a mouse and a tablet is HUGE. I felt like I was rediscovering drawing all together

wanting more of my art I started to watch speedpaintings on youtube, to search for different ways to do backgrounds, how to make the composition in order to enhance your art and not to make it heavy, color theories, etc. I started working on my technical side, I always drew just how I felt like it looked good (I never got art classes, only in elementary school which were more to play around than to learn art)

my art improved in the last year while I realized I was drawing for myself and that it never should become a chore, more than the entire time before that. I worked on my fears of “what if” (what if won’t come out good, what if they won’t like it, what if someone will find this trash) and that helped me more than anything. I improved in anatomy, perspective, colors, backgrounds because I wasn’t afraid of failure anymore and I pushed myself to go out of the comfort zone. it really helped

now my next step is to make my art a bit more…lively. I love when I hear people saying that they are feeling things when seeing my art or my writing, cause that’s what I’m aiming for. but I feel like I don’t have the dynamic I want, I feel some of my pieces are…stiff. I want more fluidity in my art so lately I’m trying to draw in a different way, to use more lines of actions

and now because you mentioned the free art part, I’m going to be a bit honest: giving free stuff (art, writing, edits, readings, any free content) it’s always going to be tricky. there are going to be people who demand, who are pushy, who want things their way. I opened requests a while back because I wanted to get better and to draw more, and I don’t regret that, but it was hella stressful and it burned me out in half a year because I didn’t know when to tell them to stop. I was making full illustrations daily. then after I stepped up for myself and changed the rules I felt much more better and now I can do up to 6 requests per day. of course, not top quality, but that doesn’t mean I don’t put love in them. love, and time and thoughts

there are wonderful people coming into my inbox almost daily and I love to draw for all of them for free, but there are always people making you question your choice of doing it in your free time. this is why I always fire up when I see people being mean towards learning artists. no one just knows how to draw, not even pro artists. who says “do it” never ever tried to do it themselves

I like to say that creativity is a muscle, if you don’t train it and challenge it it won’t evolve. but the pace of doing that it’s different from an artist to another. who cares if a young artist doesn’t know how to draw latino characters but still wants to draw that certain person cause they like them? let them try, let them fail, let them learn

ahh this got off track but I got a bit sad and angry today because of this topic and some discourse, I guess I just had to let it out. I saw people bloom when they got a bit of support to start drawing, after years of putting it off because teachers or family told them they have no talent. they only needed a bit of push and while they aren’t Picasso they are drawing, it looks great and they are using their creativity. they are enjoying it. that’s all that matters

it’s late and idk why I’m sappy but I really hope people would start appreciating creativity more and would let people enjoy and discover the world without any labels or judgements or unnecessary drama. I’m so sorry if I bore you, thank you for your kind words and I’ll stop here before I’ll write a goddamn novel hahaha

much love to you anony, you’re truly an angel 🧡

#ira talks #art journey #positivity for artists #long post #my thoughts #my journey #i guess lol

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