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whitestaghere · 3 years

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Don't be late - Levi x reader

Hey!! So I had this in my drafts for a while and finally decided I'd continue with it.. Happy reading❤️

Warnings :- none xd.

Y/n's pov

Waking upto the sound of my alarm I groaned; mindlessly patting the air to turn it off. Stretching my arms and legs, with eyes half closed I looked back at my clock. Still trying to adjust to the lighting, my eyes widened when the display cleared up.

7.54 a.m

Screaming I jumped off my bed.

Now.. imagine a human, spinning like a hurricane and circling a room? Yeah that's an actual representation of what I looked right now.

Normally, I'd not wake up this late. But today.. today was different. Let's just say I had a long night talking with my best friend, which ended up with me sleeping in really late and well here I am now. Besides who could reject a call from their best friend am I right?

Dashing out of my house (reader locked the doors, yes she did) I shot down the streets. Thanking the heavens that I was able to run this fast; then again, that also had it's downsides. I managed to avoid running face first into a lamppost but in the midst of dodging that, I ran into something else.

Huh.. not that hard for a lamppost..

Stumbling backwards and losing my balance, I met with the cold ground. I groaned as I thought of how my day could get any worse.

"Tch. Watch we're your going," a male voice spoke.

Standing up slowly I dusted my clothes mumbling a string of apologies, "I'm sorry I was running late an-"

My breath hitched as I locked eyes with the man in front of me; steel gray orbs glaring daggers at me. He was clad in a black suit, jet black hair slightly toussled and he wore a crav- wait-

That's when I noticed how I was a few inches taller than him. It took every ounce of energy within me to hold back my laughter; no height idealogies but with that stoic expression and this height, he looked absolutely adorable.

I was broken out of my thoughts when he scoffed; I had been staring.

I shifted uncomfortably as he continued to keep his piercing gaze on me.

"Are you going to move?" voice laced with annoyance.

I raised an eyebrow at his words, what does he mean? He had all the time and space to-

"You're blocking the door," I turned around and realised that I was indeed blocking his way.

"S-sorry," I mumbled shuffling to the side.

His expression remained stoic as ever even as he got ready to walk away but he stopped abruptly. I watched as he bent down and picked something.

"You dropped this," he turned around holding out a book. I gasped recognising the cover, "oh my- thank you."

"Don't mention it brat," I reached out to take the book from him all the whole giving him a look of disbelief.

"Hey you can't call me that.. and yes I should mention it, because my friend would have thrown a tantrum had I lost her book," suddenly realisation struck me and my eyes nearly fell out their sockets.

WHAT WAS I DOING?! I was wasting time, that's what I was doing!!

So I ran, without a word I turned around and ran, leaving behind a very confused man.

Levi's pov

Next thing I know, she ran.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but decided to brush it off; only then did I notice the book in my hands.

Tch that brat, how could she be so forgetful?

Sighing I contemplated going after her or hoping that I'd see her sometime later so I could return it. I went with the second seeing that she was already long gone.

*time skip brought to you by the fidget spinnerrrrr*

There I was in the local tea shop sipping on my usual cup of tea.

What I loved about this place was how calming it was, not too crowded, the fresh smell of tea and coffee filling the air, making me feel at ease, but not today. Today was different.

My gaze kept shifting between the book I was reading and the book that belonged to the girl from before.

I had gone with the second option of hoping I'd see her again or that I'd find any details in the book, but to my luck I found nothing of the sort.

How was I supposed to return this thing? I can't just leave it can I?

I sighed running a hand through my hair, "shit."

The sound of the little bell filled through the air signaling either someone's entrance or departure. Not wanting to look I kept my eyes locked on my book.

Suddenly there was a voice, an all too familiar one which broke me out of my own world. I glanced up from my book and caught sight of a very familiar face.

Hanje.

By her side stood two other girls, engaging in a conversation with her. The bell filled the air again, and in came a girl with (h/c) locks.

My eyes widened, was that her?

I hadn't seen her face yet but sure enough it had to be her, she had the same hair length and wore the same attire from before.

Once again I debated with myself, should I just go upto her and give her it? Maybe I should just wait till she sees me..

She turned around and sat a few tables away from me, still she hadn't noticed. Her two friends and Hanje had disappeared off to somewhere.

This is my chance

Y/n's pov

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration, how could I have been so forgetful? He literally held the book in front of me and I left without it.

My mind was mangled with the same image of him holding out the book to me repeating over and over. Then it stopped, it stopped right on his face and I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks.

What was I thinking? I mean he's a complete stranger, who also not to mention, called me a brat, I shouldn't be so flustered. As if on cue, the book came back into my mind and I rolled my eyes at my own forgetfulness.

It was right there.

I kept my gaze locked on the table, too stuck in my own self-pity to notice the person that stood right in front of me. Then there was a book pushed into my line of sight.

Great, now you're hallucinating y/n.

There was a clear of throat and I snapped my head up. Wait I wasn't imagining it-

For the second time that day, I locked eyes with him.

"You forgot this."

I stood up immediately causing the chair to scrape against the floor. The man visibly cringed at the sound and I began to stammer upon my words.

"Y-YOU! My b-book! How? How did you- no no wait- thank you so much!"

Placing the book on the table I turned to him and took his hands in mine, "you're a life saver I tell you!!"

He only stood there in shock; although I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, his cheeks were tinted a faint pink.

"Don't mention it," with that he returned to his stoic expression.

The air around us was beginning to get awkward with none of us moving or saying a word.

Finally deciding to break the silence I cleared my throat, "I-I'm y/n.. what's your name?"

"Levi."

I coughed awkwardly at his blunt reply, the sound of my heart thumping suddenly filling my ears.

"We're back! Y/n-" relief washed over me at the return of my friends but that relief disappeared just as fast as it came.

They stood there eyes wide and mouths agape.

I felt a tug at my hands and that's when I noticed how I still had Levi's hands intertwined with mine. Gasping I slipped my hands out of his and moved away slowly.

"Y/n? You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend.." I widened my eyes at this and waved my hands frantically in their awe struck faces, "what noo!! He-he's just-"

What was I supposed to call him? We just met, so I couldn't call him a friend. At my loss of words my friends smirked mischievously.

Then a loud voice boomed through the shop causing a few heads to turn in our direction, "LEVI?!!!! SHORTY IS THAT REALLY YOU?!"

Hanje knew him?

Levi scoffed at her in response.

"Oh my gosh! Well isn't this a big coincidence, are you really dating little y/n here? Why didn't you tell meeee?!" she poked Levi's cheeks repeatedly.

"Tch, keep it down four eyes and no, we're just friends," Levi grunted swatting her hands away. I choked on my own spit and glanced at him immediately.

He gave me a look and I instantly nodded my head in agreement, "yeah, we're friends.." I tried to bite back the smile that crawled up my face at his words.

My friends shrugged and made their way back to sit down. Meanwhile, Hanje nudged at me curious to know why I hadn't told her I knew Levi.

"Well you see-"

"We met today," Levi cut me off.

Hanje let out a hearty laugh and patted my back, "well isn't that nice! Now y/n, shorty here can be a little bit of a grumpy man sometimes so I must warn you, but overall he's an absolute bab-"

"Oi that's more than enough four eyes," Levi hissed and Hanje laughed in reply.

She moved her glasses to a side to wipe away her fake tears and continued, "but y/n here is an angel, so shorty you better not treat her wrong or I don't think I would even need to come when she unleashes her inner bea-"

"HANJE," I whined tugging at her arm in attempt to stop her. She grinned in response and pinched my cheeks, "well I'm going to go make our orders okay? I'll see you later Shorty!" with that she ran off to the counter.

"Thank you for that Levi," I smiled to which he only replied with a grunt.

"You thanked me enough for today brat."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that."

"Tch," with that he walked back to his table not sparing a second glance.

Levi's pov

Snap out of it Levi, you've done your job now read in peace.

I stared at my book finding myself reading the same sentence over and over. Glancing up from my book a little I'm met with the not so subtle looks of y/n's friends.

Why were they looking at me like that? I noticed how Hanje had a smug grin on her face and I rolled my eyes.

What was she smiling about?

My gaze shifted towards y/n who was listening intently to one of the girls. Suddenly the room felt too hot to my liking and I reached for my cravat, loosening it a bit. My breathing increased a little as her (e/c) eyes met mine.

She gave me a warm smile to which I felt my gaze automatically begin to soften.

What's wrong with me? Snap out of it Levi.

Soon enough I heard them get up.

Don't look.

But I couldn't help it.

Eyeing them as subtly as possible I realised they were going to leave as they picked their things up. I tore my gaze off and returned back to my book with a sigh.

Y/n's pov

"Say do you like Levi?"

I choked on nothing but air, "Hanje! What? Noo! I just met him and that would just be wierd-"

"Oh so you're saying you'd like him in time?"

"No wait what? I mean I-" I couldn't find the words to reply to her and seeing this she took the opportunity to give me a proud smile.

"Guys, we should leave.." Riley spoke up as she looked out the window.

"What why?" Hanje frowned.

"It's going to rain and it's a little bit of a walk back to y/n's place right?"

I hummed in agreement seeing as the sky was getting gloomy by the second. Everyone got up and gathered their things and headed for the door.

I stood up last and just as I was about to leave I heard a voice call out for me.

"Oi, are you really going to leave it again?" I saw Levi walking upto me.

"Huh? Leave what?"

He pointed at the table and I noticed a book on it, but not the same one. This one belonged to Hange.

"Oh that's Hanje's she must have forgotten it," I reached out for the book and simultaneously, he did the same.

I pulled my hand away as soon as it landed on his, but he swiftly took my hand in his. With the other he rummaged through his pocket and stuffed a piece of paper in my hand.

"What's this?"

"See for yourself."

I unfolded the paper slowly and when I did, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I tried my best to swallow the lump in my throat, and force some words out.

"W-what is this?"

"Tch. What do you think?"

"I-"

"You what?"

"I-yes.."

For the first time that day, I saw the corner of his lips curl into a small smile. It was a smile that lasted only for a few seconds alright, but it was enough to make my heart flutter.

"I'll see you later brat.." he walked past me towards the counter but not before calling out for me once more.

"Oh and y/n?" he looked at me over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be late," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

I shook my head with a quiet laugh glancing down at the paper in my hands;

Tomorrow noon, here. For tea? - Levi

Hope you all enjoyed❤️ stay safe and keep smiling..

Ps :- I can't wait for Season 4 part 2!!! 😭❤️ So excited to see all of them again, though we really are in for a lot🥺💕

⚔️Shinzou wo sasageyo⚔️

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noire-pandora · 3 years

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Welcome! For DADWC, "When was the last time you ate anything?“

Hey! Thank you for the welcome and for this fun prompt. I love writing about a mother hen Solas xD. This prompt ended up a bit too long, sorry for that. For @dadrunkwriting

The cawing of Leliana's ravens mingled with the low murmur of people reading in the library, creating a soothing flow that Solas came to appreciate as the days passed. Normally this rhythm did not bother him, but today it prevented his mind from focusing on the document before him, no matter how hard he tried.

With a sigh, he rubbed his face and dropped the quill he had held motionless for five minutes in a failed attempt to write a complex and riveting account of the nature and uses of Veilfire, but his mind refused to dwell on the subject.

Instead, he stubbornly returned to the memory of the night he had spent in the Inquisitor's bed, wrapped in heavy and warm furs, her arms and legs drapped around his body. For more than an hour, his eyes memorised every line of Lavellan's face as the moon highlighted the pale freckles on her cheeks.

As she slumbered deeply, no concentrated frown playing about her brow, a deep peace softened her features and brought the long-desired calm to his mind.

To his surprise, as the morning dawned and they resumed their well-rehearsed roles, the pleasant numbness of his mind ensued, thwarting his efforts to concentrate. The image of his half-naked Vhenan clinging to his body somehow prevented any intelligent thought. Even when people spoke to him.

Solas smiled at the scroll in front of him, half amused and half irritated at his adolescentine like behaviour. He shared the bed with a beautiful woman (with nothing else happening in the double bed) and the intimacy of the moment made him feel as useless as if he were touching the thighs of a woman for the first time.

She is no ordinary woman, a thought wiggled in his already worked up head. The women I have touched in the past are pale shadows in comparison. None were as exquisite and provocative as she.

Yes. Lavellan was no ordinary woman. Under his fingers, her hot skin burned away every single barrier he'd built to keep emotions and passions at bay. Raw desire shook his body beneath her touch, a desire he'd thought long forgotten.

He shook his head to dispel the temptation as a tingling sensation rose in his belly. It was the wrong time and the wrong place to indulge his fantasies.

The sound of the chair scraping on the floor caused the ravens above him to startle as he decided to stretch his legs and look for a distraction to his wandering thoughts. As he exited the rotunda, his stomach announced with a loud growl that it was time for lunch.

Solas nodded and waved as various people strolling the halls of Skyhold paid him varying degrees of respect. The shadow of a smile played around his lips at the familiarity of the scene: he had returned the same greeting many decades ago, even if the ones offering them were the immortal elves of Elvhenan.

It took him a few minutes to descend the stairs and reach the castle's kitchen. The many aromas that emanated from the room tickled his nose and intensified the growling of his stomach.

"Messere Solas!" One of the cooks, a tall Fereldan with bright hazel eyes, smiled at him as he entered the room. "I knew you would come."

The kitchen swarmed with people in a hurry to prepare meals for those who had time to eat at Skyhold. The sound of clanging pots and pans, clinking silverware, and clattering dishes warmed his heart; this was where he truly belonged, among the people who understood the joy of a simple life. A life he had lost many years ago.

"Hunger has finally defeated our dear Inquisitor, hasn't it?" The cook laughed and placed two steaming bowls of meaty stew on a wooden tray, two fresh loaves of bread beside them. "I knew she’d send you."

Solas frowned. Every few days, when Elluin’s workload allowed it, they would share the delicious meal the cook prepared for them in the privacy of her room. A habit the cooks of Skyhold had learned and grinned at. A small romantic gesture he allowed himself.

But that was not the case today.

"No. I have not seen the Inquisitor yet today. I assumed her duties would keep her busy."

"Oh," the cook frowned. "I haven’t seen her since lunch yesterday."

"I see," Solas sighed.

Elluin preferred to eat in the kitchen, for the majority of the time, and though it took a few months for the surprise of the Inquisitor eating with them to wear off, the people of Skyhold accepted this strange behaviour.

"Is the Herald skipping meals again?" A young cook and one of Elluin's apprentices interjected into the conversation. She clicked her tongue as Solas nodded. "And she tells me never to skip a meal."

"The child is right, Messere Solas. Skipping meals is bad. Especially for someone like her." His eyes stared into Solas' soul, almost blaming him for Elluin's decision to skip meals.

"Indeed. I will personally search for the Inquisitor and bring her here. Please keep the food warm."

The cook nodded with a grin, and Solas felt the tips of his ears grow warmer. No matter how hard they tried, the truth about the depth of their relationship spread like wildfire, and the people of Skyhold gave him the same knowing smile when he worried about her safety.

It took him only a few minutes to find Elluin. A small group of noisy nobles arguing in the middle of Skyhold's courtyard and an exasperated Inquisitor clenched and unclenched her fist behind her back in what he assumed to be an attempt to keep her calm.

In the shade of a tree, he watched as the smile on Elluin's face grew wider, dangerously showing her teeth. The heated conversation continued for another five minutes until Lavellan's patience ran out and he dismissed the spoiled men with a promise to meet another day and analyse the situation.

Solas’ heart beat to his throat as she ran a hand over her face, the wrinkles of exhaustion marking her unusually pale face.

"Inquisitor, could I have a moment?"

For a second, the same forced smile she wore in front of the nobles tugged at her lips, only to be replaced by a brilliant grin, its warmth reflected in the green of her eyes. "Solas! Of course you can. As many moments as you need. Did something bad happen?"

"Depends on what you mean by bad. The cook found your absence from his kitchen worrisome."

Elluin's smile vanished instantly, to be replaced by a pout. "What a traitor."

"The cook is not a traitor. He cares about you and is concerned for your health. So am I.

She rolled her eyes, but Solas learned her strategies for shrugging off the importance of a subject. "You two worry too much."

"When was the last time you ate something, Vhenan?"

Elluin puffed out her cheeks like a child caught in the act, and Solas suppressed a smile that formed on his lips at the cuteness of her gesture. He had to stay strong.

"Elluin..." he warned, and her eyes grew wide at the mention of her name.

"Fine, fine. I can’t the last time I ate," she confessed, raising a finger in the air as Solas opened his mouth to speak. "Before you reprimate me, I didn't do it on purpose. I just had so many things to do that I just forgot. But I am fine."

The dark circles that stained the skin beneath her bloodshot eyes spoke against it, but Solas knew she could not care less about those signs of exhaustion. No, if he wanted to convince his Vhenan to change her erratic eating habits, he had to adopt a different strategy.

"Vhenan," he began, "your body is constantly fighting the ravaging effects of the Mark. Such a tremendous effort requires proper nutrition. If you continue to ignore this truth, your body will capitulate to the alien force that inhabits it.

"Solas," she tried to interrupt him, but he continued without giving her the opportunity to contradict him.

"If your body fails, I will be forced to use my healing powers to give it the strength it needs to continue," he saw the spark of realisation that pushed the growing annoyance from her face. "And when I do, all my healing powers will be used up to keep you alive, thus...."

"Thus you will use up your healing powers and your other patients and any incoming injured soldiers would be left without their experienced healer," she nodded, nibbling on her lower lip. "I understand."

Victory.

"Indeed. The only way to prevent that is to fuel your body to withstand the attacks of the Mal. With food."

Elluin wrinkled her nose as she stared at him, and he could almost see the little wheels turning in the back of her head. It was a flimsy strategy, but Solas knew she cared more about the safety of the people who worked under her than anything else. More than her own health.

He offered her his arm with a gentle smile of encouragement. "Come. The cook is waiting for us with a warm rabbit stew. Let us not keep him waiting too long."

Elluin snorted, but accepted his offer and the two sauntered on as their stomachs growled in protest.

#dragon age #solavellan #solas #lavellan #elluin lavellan #noire writes #dadwc #prompt

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creepichan · 3 years

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El Capitano

Don’t ask, I dreamed of this last night XD But it was way too cute to not write it

Words: 1800

Characters: Roman, Logan, Patton, Some random Girls

Pairing: Logicality, mentioned Roman x unknown, (I leave it to you tho if you want to read it as additional Logincecality)

TW: Mentions of Alcohol, Curse, mentions of car accident ao3 link -----

“Go over the fire ladder! I’ll catch up to you” ,He whisper-shouted over to the pair that already made it half through the window, as they heard the headmaster approaching from the hall. There wouldn’t be enough time for Roman to follow them, he needed to hide and that fast if he didn’t want to get caught in the girls commons and risk to fly from the school. Logan and Patton were already on their way, and Roman ran out of options. Why did they think taking this shortcut was a good idea? Oh yeah, they didn't. Roman did all alone and now that’s what he would get from it. But, the deus ex machina decided to be merciful to him, and made him see that one of the room doors was ajar. So he quickly took the chance and sneaked into the girls room to hide. Thankfully it was empty so he could stay here for a bit. A sigh of relief flooted him, as he took a few steps back, running a hand through his reddish hair.

“Fuck that was close”

Tho he wished to have just climbed after Pat and Lo. Would have been easier and maybe fast enough on second thought. Oh well… too late now. He only prayed he didn’t have to wait too long here. The girls who this room belonged to could come back any minute and they already were lucky enough no one saw them. Plus: He REALLY wanted to be with the two right now. This day has already been stressful enough and today the deadline would end. Which meant Patton would be finally safe… In the past month Patton had to live with a curse. Roman and Logan had been on edge this whole time to keep him safe from all sorts of things that the universe threw at them. Don’t ask how it came to that, just don’t. It was already enough stress to calm his racing heart and get his breathing under control to not make too much noise. He put his ear to the door and- DAMMIT- she was still outside. And not only that, she talked with other teachers and a few students now.

“Good fuck, what are they even doing here anyways?!” ,Roman cursed. He couldn’t stay here. What would they think of him? Standing all dirty and with a ragged jacket in a girls room he didn’t even know? So he began to look around. Nothing. No Vents, no side doors, only a window. Wait… a window. On silent soles he stepped closer and carefully opened the window, looking out. Perfect. Just above was their room, but with no ladder. He would have to pray that the ivy on the wall could hold him. Slowly he climbed on the desk, ready to climb out of the- “Ah, so El Capitano honors us again with his visit”

If Roman had already put a leg outside the window, he might as well would have fallen out. But fortunately he was still enough inside to just let out a startled squee. Welp… there they were. Four girls that this room belonged to. Great… “uh…. ‘El Capitano’?” ,Roman asked perplex while lifting a brow. The girls didn’t seem hostile as they got in and went about their things as if Roman wasn’t even there. Like this was something normal. The redhead came closer with a confused grin. “Wait, seriously? Are you sneaking through so many windows that you already forgot?” His brows knitted together as he tried to recall. When realization hit him, a red flush filled his cheeks. “oh- oh god, yes.”

The girl let out a small chuckle, her friends joined in. “You were so drunk that you mistook our room for yours and wanted to climb up to yours through the window. And you kept throwing spanish word in while you wanted us to call you ‘El Capitano’” As embarrassing as this was, it was also kinda funny thinking back. He didn’t remember much from that night, only that he woke up with a bottle of tequila in a girls dorm with a pink shirt on. He was so paranoid that he slept with one of them, that his mind tried desperately to forget that hungover.

“From that on, always when one of us was about to do something stupid on alcohol, we call it “Don’t do a capitano”” Roman grinned a bit honored. “Well in my defense: If I hadn’t been this wasted I would have nailed that climb!”

“Suuuure” ,a girl sitting on her bed chuckled. The redhead walked to her cabinet, where they hoarded most of their food and pulled out a nearly finished bottle of tequila. “Ever since we were waiting for you to come back and finally get your trash” “You kept it? Couldn’t you have just thrown it out?”

“Is it our job to clean after the man, after he vanished that morning from our bathtub? Without even a thank you for hiding him or saving his stupid ass?” ,she smirked back. “Okay fair.” ,he rubbed his neck, “Thanks for that, but i cannot climb with a bottle in my hand”

“Well guess you’ll have to come back another time then. Now if you allow the question El Capitano-” “Actually my name is-”

“Nope.” ,she interrupted back, “El Capitano suits you. Besides, if anyone asks us whose bottle this is, it’s better if no one of us knows your name. But I’m Ella” ,she shook his hand with a smirk, which he returned. “Now then, Cap. Why are you here?” “Oh well… it’s a long story” That statement didn’t seem to bother the girls much, they leaned forward interest and Roman quickly noticed: They’d be an attentive audience. So he sat back on the table and began to tell them from the most deathly month of his life.

One and a half hours later, Roman said in a braid train that the girls spontaneously decided to form while listening to Roman’s tale. He didn’t know if they REALLY believed anything he said, but at least they were nice enough to act like it and not mock him. Outside the sun slowly came closer to the horizon and the hot summer air warmed the room together with the red light of the oncoming sunset. With Roman’s soft, yet melodic voice, it was really nice to listen to him, while he caught up to the events from today. Where they left the town library and were so close to getting hit by several cars, while trying to escort Patton back to the campus. Dodging a wild raccoon and a bicyclist who just HAD to run him over and ruin his favorite jacket.

“It was like the universe was against us. Well… it had been this whole month, but as we checked the dates again and knew we were close to the end, it was like it was giving us all it had on the home stretch. So we needed to run to the last safe place to wait out the last few hours of the curse. But we couldn’t walk over the campus-” “Why not?” ,asked Edna. Turning around, her braid finally finished by Roman, to face him. Roman’s face lit up a bit red for the second time that evening. “Because my crush was there and I embarrassed myself last thursday in front of him. So he clearly didn’t need to see me all dirty and raggedy. The group let out some soft chuckles and exchanged a few gentle grins. “You are such a himbo, I’m sure he would have found it cute.” “Well ladies, not taking that chance. YET. In this moment all that mattered was getting Patton home safe and- … oh CRAP! I totally forgot-” ,he exclaimed, getting on his feet. “Oh right where are your friends right now?” ,Helia asked. “They went to our room, I need to check on them” ,he said more quiet, putting an ear against the door and fuck- there were now multiple girls in the hallway. He had no chance. Unless… “Hey what are you doing?” ,Ella asked as Roman climbed on the desk once again. “I’m going to prove to you that I can nail this climb” ,a confident grin crept up on his face. “Well then, El Capitano must say farewell now, myladies! But we will see each other again” He received playfull eyerolls from Edna and Mina, enthusiastic clapping from Helia and even a Salut from Ella. “Yes oh Captain my Captain” ,she grinned, having learned about Roman’s love for theater in their conversation. Roman saluted back with a proud grin before he grabbed hard on the thick ivy and other plants that grew on the wall. Slowly climbing up he thanked the stars that their window was slightly opened, but the curtains were closed. Didn’t matter, because with some sweat he made it to the window without too much scratches. Shifting caruffly through the blue curtains that painted the room in calm blue light. He climbed in very carefully, as he saw that Patton and Logan were both in their separate beds, holding hands across. They didn’t seem to be asleep yet tho, since they both peaked their heads up as he climbed in. “Oh there you are, we were already getting worried” ,said Patton, as he carefully put his glasses on. “Sorry, dearest puffball. I caught up with a few… old friends” ,he smiled. Turning to Logan, who mirrored Patton with putting on his glasses, he asked: “How long?” For the first time this month Logan could manage to smile calm while looking at his clock. “It’s still two hours until the sun rises in Azerbaijan”

A bit unsure if he understood the whole concept Roman carefully fully asked “So… we did it?” And he would lie, if he said that Logan nodding smiling, whispering a small “Yes”, didn’t fill him with the biggest joy he has felt in this whole time. A bright grin planted itself on his face as he looked to Patton, who smiled back just as bright.

“What even is your arrangement here? Sleeping across like that! Come here!” ,he exclaimed, picking Patton up, who squeed and tightly grabbed around his neck. “Roman!”

He walked across and put Patton gently down next to Logan, who quickly pulled his arms around the smaller man. Just like Roman who joined on the other side. Finally having their victory cuddle after all these hardships and the fear of losing one another. Holding each other warm and comfortable, even through the summer heat. They didn’t mind. All what counted that they were finally here and finally safe.

Patton sniffed, smiling soft. “Thank you so much, you two… you saved me”

“Anytime” ,they replied in unison. ------ Again, please don’t ask what this curse is and why it’s connected to Azerbaijan. Dreams are WEIRD. But the scene in which Roman climbs back in and sees how they are holding hands across was too cute to not eternalize this moment X3

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A Rush of Blood to the Head (5/6)

Pairing: Terra/Aqua Rating: T Word Count: 8,600

Read on AO3.

A/N: It’s been a long, long time and I’m relieved to be able to give this one to you. It was hard one, for sure. I indulged in just a teeny-weeny bit of Xemqua into it, even though that was never part of the original outline. Nomura just left me really thirsty for it though. XD

I’m Blind to It

“Aqua?”

She recognized the voice before she realized who it was - it sounded like an instinct, which told her to stand down and be safe, to sink into the bed sheets and shut her eyes, forget about the world.

It took a few seconds to register there were window curtains hovering above her. And they were hers, in perfect condition like a memory in a picture book and all she had to do was wake up and make breakfast like any other normal day.

Today was not normal though, with the heaviness in her muscles weighing her down and a pain - tremendous, searing pain - on her chest, right near her heart, which makes it hard to reply to him.

That soft voice. Deep blue eyes which were sunken and tired from many nights of poor sleep, loving and relieved but anxious. Disheveled hair that somehow looked perfect on him anyway.

“Terra,” she said out loud.

Next to her, crouched over on a lounge chair, he shuddered, heaving a dry sob before sitting up to steady himself. “You remember me,” like he’d been expecting, against hope, something different.

Of course she remembered him. Terra, her real, pure-blooded Terra with the right-colored eyes. She didn’t care how painful it was, how much it felt like her heart tore her flesh to shreds, she rolled over onto her hands and managed to crawl to the edge of the bed. To bridge the gap between them. The roar in her ears as her chest screamed was proof enough that this wasn’t a dream.

“Y- you don’t have to do that-” Here he was, with his hands in the air like he didn’t want to be blamed for how awful she felt but that was ridiculous - her pain was a temporary consequence. The breadth of his chest, the warmth of his neck, the smell of his hair - all of it was a worthy cost.

He didn’t hug her back exactly. Not the way she did it, gripped around his shoulders, trembling because she finally came home when she felt his arms around her.

No, he was more limp, a gentle brush of his palms on her upper back like he wasn’t sure how to welcome his best friend back.

How could she blame him, after what had happened…?

“Terra,” she whispered urgently. They needed to talk.

“It’s okay,” he answered, wanting none of the conversation she tried to start. And she saw something she never expected: a lie behind his smile.

To keep her from saying anything further, he searched his pockets and pulled out a brilliantly blue Wayfinder.

“I looked after it for you,” he shrugged, handing it over.

If she expected the feeling that all was right with the world would come the moment the Wayfinder found its home in her palm, she was wrong. What she realized instead was that despite all the heart she put into its creation, that this was hers, she hadn’t earned the right to have it back.

Surely he’d tell her that she was being too hard on herself, so she mentioned nothing.

Still, they needed to clear the air.

“Terra,” she tried again, and she knew (out of habit, even though they spent years apart and who knew if he was the same person) that he listened. Not knowing where to begin, she might as well head straight to the point. “I remember… what you said to me in Twilight Town.”

She must be a hypocrite, considering that she couldn’t even get herself to spell out what he said in Twilight Town, that he loved her -

- and what was she supposed to say or do with the truth after throwing it back into his face?

Would it come across as insincere if she decided now was the time to return his feelings?

The nervous twitch in his gaze and how terribly he was doing at hiding the purse of his lips at the mere mention of what he said in Twilight Town told her that yes, this was the worst time to apologize for her actions.

Part of her was desperate enough to say it, no matter how cheap it sounded in her mind: I love you, too.

And she nearly blurted it out when he kept his hands to his lap and said out loud, “I was desperate.”

Like he was the one apologizing. The face of embarrassment that seeped out of his eyes was so painstakingly obvious.

No you don’t understand, I love you too.

“I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.” He stood up and shuffled his feet to lean against the backrest, the lounge chair a reliable barrier in between them.

But, I mean it. I swear I do.

“Um…” He cleared his throat, not giving her an opening to say anything, and she cursed herself for ruining it again. “Ven’s here.”

This jolted her. There was suddenly a light to break up such a disappointingly empty room.

“Ven?” Her voice shook.

Terra called out his name, his eyes scattering the floor while a hand raised to his chin, and whatever sinking, sickly feeling that sputtered in her stomach now thrashed in her bloodstream as she watched her open doorway.

There he appeared, hair like the sun, a smile brighter than the first day of spring.

“Aqua!”

She expected several things to come out of Ventus’ mouth, eyes judging with disappointment:

Ah well, didn’t take too long to wake me up just… what, THIRTEEN YEARS? Snoozed on the job? Forgot about me?

Everything’s changed, and I don’t know what to do.

… We had to fight you, and it sucked.

He gave her a hug instead, throwing himself onto the bed with such a force that Terra objected with a warning (“shoes on the bed, Ven”) but she lost herself in the crook of his neck, and couldn’t find the words to explain how sorry she was that it took her so long, and that waking him up was the biggest reason why she survived so long. Maybe that was too dark of a story to tell.

Either way, a hug and the feeling she was wanted was more than enough.

“Be careful with her,” Terra said, and made a face like he regretted saying it. Whether it was because he wanted to pretend he was distant, she didn’t know.

It hurt to hug, yes, but it was wanted. She extended her hand, gracing the bed with her fingers in an invitation so she didn’t seem too pleading in case Terra was uncomfortable. Make it a better pain , she nearly wanted to say. Hug me, please.

But Terra slithered away to the doorframe as Ventus yapped about how frightening she was under Xehanort’s influence, that she was mean, but it was cool, but it was creepy too, but he knew that everything was going to be alright. Terra crossed his arms and nodded to himself as if reassuring his mind that this was the right choice, rubbing his toes against the carpet and softly saying that he had “people to take care of.”

Ironic, since he had her to take care of too, but Aqua remembered that she was capable of looking out for herself and needing him was just a gut reaction to keep him close - something he clearly didn’t want to do.

… Didn’t he cradle her the moment before she fell asleep? Where was that Terra?

“What happened?” she asked when he left them.

Ventus grinded his teeth.

“We pulled Xehanort’s heart out of you…” was the gentle opening to what was going to be a harrowing story. “And Terra tried to crush it.”

“… He touched it?” It was enough of a crazy idea that she withdrew to a whisper, and no matter how taboo it was, it made sense to her nonetheless.

“Yeah, and he almost squeezed the life out of it.” He imitated the gesture, pressuring a fist until his fingers turned red. He let go, humbling himself. “It was disgusting… Remember how the Master used to talk about how we make connections through our hearts when we meet new people? I mean, I’d never wish anything good on Xehanort but… I nearly vomited. It was like suffocating because something smelled really bad except… there was no stench?

"Anyway… Terra couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pull it off, and let it go.”

Whatever lump that lodged itself in her throat fought a hard battle to stay there; part-guilty for putting Terra in such a position, part-proud that he stopped himself from such an extreme. One hundred percent devastated because she couldn’t imagine how furious and bereaved he must have been.

“Where did it go?”

“It floated up to,” Ventus waved his arm into the air, “Kingdom Hearts?”

If they went with what the Master taught them, then yes, Xehanort’s heart wandered to Kingdom Hearts, where all hearts go. But this was a man who cheated death, who wouldn’t have wanted his life’s goal fulfilled in such post-mortem.

“And Terra?”

“He’s grumpy all the time.” Ventus was solemn at first, before gearing himself up for excitement.

“The younger Xehanort was there and when he woke up, Terra just screamed and ran up to him and bam !” He threw his arm back and forth like a bludgeon to tell the rest of the story. “But he got away… The best part was seeing him so scared of Terra, you should have seen his face.” He gave her a stupefied stare and an exaggerated pout, shivering until he was pleased with himself.

Then he nodded toward the lounge chair by her bed, deep creases sunk into the seat from overuse. “He stayed in that chair all day and night. He even used your shower so he wouldn’t have to leave you. I babysat when he had to cook.”

She didn’t miss the sudden softness of his voice when he said that, like he’d been a useless witness to something he couldn’t take care of.

This was the first chance to really look at her room - if there was any indication that time passed by since the incident, there wasn’t much to find here: just a scuffle of clothing and plates, all Terra.

Her corset, in particular, lay neatly folded on her bedside table by an empty plate of abandoned rice.

“Sorry about that,” Ventus said. “We wanted you to be comfortable.”

She cupped his cheek with her hand to say that everything was fine, and seeing her skin on his surprised her - all the scales gone, finally human. But her sleeves, her shirt, her sashes, all ripped to shreds and dyed in a dark, musty ink and she could barely wait to rip off and burn. She had a sewing machine, and could easily make herself a new uniform.

Her legs, though, didn’t give her any confidence. Before there was that blue-purple skin which had nearly taken her over - her thighs now had these thick, disturbing veins that crept from under her stockings reaching out to her shorts, mostly numb and unresponsive.

Aqua had gotten so used to being unable to walk that she forgot this was news to a distraught Ventus. He meant well when he coddled her, and she took no offense when he asked her if she was alright four times in a row. But she went silent when he asked why .

And as young brotherly-figures go, his first thought was to tell Terra right away - he bolted out of her room before she could protest - no, please don’t tell Terra, he’s had enough of me . There was no other objection worth saying without lying to him, so instead she lied to herself.

She was fine. She could walk, even if it meant she had to lean on her table, her dresser, drag her feet just to get to her vanity table. She was fine, even when she collapsed onto her floor; she was plenty strong enough to pick herself up using her chair. She was fine, just look: her reflection in her mirror, where her eyes and hair were back to their natural blue color, just like her mother’s. Sure she was a bit paler, a bit thinner, but that could be fixed with a little bit of food.

She had the experience to know that mirrors didn’t lie, so she was perfectly alright.

The first time she woke up didn’t hurt. Hovering above her was a white ceiling, in a white room in a world that was always night, in a Castle That Never Was. This place wasn’t hers, just a strange twist of the imagination and all she had to do was come back to reality.

Next to her, relaxed and leaning back on lounge chair, he sat with a hand to his cheek. Her open eyes intrigued him, and he leaned forward, as if inspecting.

His voice was deep, eyes an invasive orange and long white hair that fell off his shoulders and it looked perfect on him, with a face she wished she could remember differently.

He slipped his hand out of his black glove, and stroked her forehead as she failed to register where she was and why he looked so familiar.

“The dream is over,” Xemnas had said to her then. And still, she did not understand.

She stood up without a problem. Right across from her was a mirror, a tall voyeur that watched her sleep, and she saw herself, bright golden eyes smirking at how far she had come and looked down on her at where she found herself.

Aqua shot a lightning bolt, shattering the glass into dust and pieces that she refused to clean up afterward.

She had the experience to know that mirrors didn’t lie, and she wanted it to remember as she stepped over its glass every day that she won.

Walking came and went as it pleased.

It came during hours when she felt confident, when Ventus treated her like nothing completely world-destroying had happened to either of them, like she was the same. It left her to be alone when she was frustrated, when he babysat her and fussed over her health.

With Terra gone all the time, the hours stacked on how much time she spent crawling.

He was hyper-focused on a long-neglected list of calls that have built up over the years since Eraqus’ death. Terra, the young hero running around world after world to save others who asked for help and she lost the courage to ask him to stay with her. Not that she would ever stop others from receiving his help, nor did she want to take away the space he obviously needed. When they crossed paths, he’d give her a slight nod and a false smile, and then hurried off. She missed his voice most of all.

If anyone had asked her what the most unnerving thing was, though, was the feeling that someone had lived in the castle while they were gone.

“You’re being paranoid,” Ventus said when she asked him if anyone had stayed in her room.

He was unfolding a yard of soft, willowy fabric that she was going add seams to for her new sleeves. She built enough strength to at least run her sewing machine.

“Then why did someone leave things here?” she asked, making sure he understood how serious the question was.

“What are you talking about?”

“There are dresses in the closet that aren’t mine.”

He cocked an eyebrow and wandered over to open her closet doors. He went through each dress to be absolutely sure she wasn’t crazy, and eventually pulled out a white dress with a blue ribbon sash.

“That one,” she picked. “It isn’t mine.”

“Are you nuts? You wore this to the Master’s party.”

“What party?”

“When you guys passed your preliminaries?” She gave him a blank stare and he finally got concerned. “You bought this dress months ahead of time for the perfect occasion and declared it was your favorite… None of that ringing a bell?”

A whole night and events before, just gone.

“I’m not crazy,” she whispered, turning back to her project and aligning the needle to the folds of fabric.

“I didn’t say you were.”

At this, she couldn’t focus anymore, rubbing her face because it was so damn scary to just not remember her life.

“I’ll never dance again,” she said, refusing to shed tears over it.

“What’s that now?” Most of the time, he was her dancing partner, and he’d never tolerate that.

“Please, I would only be able to roll around.”

“Then I’ll roll with you. We’ll call it a new move.”

A Ventus from another lifetime probably would have tried to brush it off, believing in some magical possibility that she’d get better in no time. This Ventus really grew up, and she didn’t know what she would do without him.

Terra cleared his throat, waiting by her open door - neither of them noticed he was there or for how long.

His hair was so drenched that his shirt was wet. This new Terra really showered too much.

“I’m going to make dinner,” he said, though he refused to look at her so much he might as well have said it to her door frame.

That didn’t matter, because Terra was here, and it was ridiculous how happy it made her and how much she needed their friendship to return to normal.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said, a smile brightening her cheeks.

He glanced and caught sight of it, his eyes so wide and fixated that it looked like it hurt him. It was certainly the oddest rejection she had ever felt when he didn’t return it, and he mumbled “okay” as he left to the kitchen.

Ventus snarled behind her and rolled his eyes. “I’ll lecture him later.”

He and Aqua dominated the conversation during dinner as Terra pretended to inspect his food. At least the boy liked to focus on the happier side of life - Ventus was simply the fresh air they needed to dispel the stuffiness.

Terra answered her questions with brief responses, and at most they spoke for fifteen minutes during dinner: mostly about what he’d been doing, how she was coping. She felt how the seconds ticked, seeing how closed up he became because he sucked at hiding it, and he always broke their one chance at a get-together with an announcement (and a false smile) that he had a big day tomorrow.

Aqua had no idea he was actually preparing something for her until she woke up one morning with two wooden, waxed crutches waiting right by her bedside. He left no note, but she didn’t need one: Terra had roughly carved and sandpapered her name onto each of them, and he made sure the shoulder rest was padded enough so her armpits wouldn’t hate her from too much use. He cared. She couldn’t ask for more.

Master Eraqus taught them that their connections and bonds to other hearts could be expressed through material things, and that was all they were good for - anything else was greedy.

The crutches gave her the gift of freedom, new friends made with the hands and sweat of someone she loved. It gave her enough to really survey the ruins of the castle, and she noted that Terra was home more often than she thought - he just avoided her.

Eventually, blocked hallways opened up and led into the trails behind the academy. Paintings that were toppled over found their way home, like he needed everything to go back as it was. Walls diseased with mold eventually were demolished, rebuilt, and repainted and floors that needed retiling were fixed. Terra worked hard, and that was all he did.

She put herself to work in Eraqus’ beloved gardens, all mudded with overgrown weeds that fought for the right to stay. Sitting on her knees, she ripped them out, the parasites. If ripping a heart out was this easy, she wouldn’t have been in this mess. Dirt was shuffled to breathe, seeds were planted to nuzzle, water was given to spark.

For someone who could not walk properly, this took days, and when the sun started to come down, she would watch Terra through the upper windows of the Master’s office, carrying stacks of books and dusting. He locked himself in that most of his time, everyday, like it was his personal safe haven.

She wished it was safe enough for her to go in there with him, too.

“You’re transforming because your heart is broken. You will find that with time, the exact… reflection… of that darkness will begin to manifest.”

Vexen’s results were conclusive, and strict: if she was ever going to walk again, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and accept what was coming to her. And she was stubborn (annoyingly so), bolting out of the lab as soon as she found out, pretending not to feel embarrassed when stumbled through his doorway.

At least she did not wince when she fell on the way out, holding her head high as always.

But it was hard having to act like she was strong at all hours of the day. When she was truly herself, a girl named Aqua doing her best at keeping Xehanort’s influence suppressed, she honestly needed someone to care when she lost all feeling in her legs and slid down a wall, her hands throbbing. Crawling on her arms was humiliating and undignified, so she sat, alone in a white castle that was as empty as the inhabitants claimed to be.

It was there that Xemnas found her, and she didn’t need to ask him to carry her to a nearby couch, where she could at least sulk in comfort.

If she craned her neck as far back as it could against the backrest, she could see that the very top of the tallest towers had skylights, where one star begged for her attention through the rain clouds.

“He said the harder I refuse Xehanort’s influence, the more I lose the ability to walk,” she spat.

With enough time, she learned that there were certain glints that came to Xemnas’ fiery cold eyes. He was still such a hard case to read, and in this moment, she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or… somber.

Xemnas took a seat next to her after thoughtful consideration, his hands leaning over his knees. “Of course, you will continue to fight.”

His rich voice betrayed him - he was not only stating the obvious with her, but he nearly commanded her as well. This was comforting.

“What’s going to happen to me?” she asked, even though Vexen told her already and the younger Xehanort loved to remind her.

“You would be cast into a remarkable place of oblivion,” he said with a small smile, and she wondered what image came to his mind. “Come to send us deliverance from all the powers that bind you to this state in the first place.”

She scoffed, sharp enough to call out the ridiculousness of his words. “You make me sound like a savior.”

“Hm,” he shook his head. “Something more elegant than that.”

There was nothing about the ache in her hands and how scaly her skin was turning that made her feel sophisticated or beautiful. What a strange man he was not to mind what she was becoming.

“An angel,” she quipped. It was a foolish and pathetic wish, but at least she was honest.

Xemnas’ smiles were never fully pleasant and warm - they spoke of leverage, like he had secret aspirations and whims. “With black wings.”

She pursed her lips. He was absolutely horrible at being endearing, but the image of her gaining freedom in the skies with a pair of black wings was welcome. Maybe she can force Xehanort to grow them for her and she wouldn’t need legs anymore. And then no one, not even him, would dare try to control her again.

It was sickening - she loved and hated how powerful she felt when she was less herself. When she was too tired to care about anyone around her, she felt how much more of a kick her magic received, how strong the pace of her legs were, how confident she was staring down at the things that scared her most (like Terra); it was empowering to let go.

Then the fear settled on the mornings she would wake up and realize that she barely recognized herself, and all over again she struggled to stay standing, and her arms would hurt, and she became meeker as she wondered if she was going crazy. And the cycle started again.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” she started in a whisper, expecting him to tell her to give in, let Xehanort take over so she could rest. But he didn’t. “There wasn’t a point to any of it… having a Keyblade, fighting darkness or fighting for the light and losing one battle but winning another - it goes in circles and it never stops.”

Aqua knew she sounded a lot like Xehanort, but this was straight from her heart, and Xemnas nodded in agreement.

“I don’t want to be a Keyblade wielder,” she continued, “and I don’t care to be a seeker of darkness. I want nothing to do with either of them, I just want to live my life peacefully as…”

She paused, her voice getting caught in her throat as she searched for the right word.

Xemnas gave her the gift of the softest smile she had ever seen on his face (a smile for a cost, that gift was never for free), and his was twisted too much to look like Terra’s even though they were so close. But of course he was different. He was a somebody that understood.

“A Nobody,” he answered for her.

“A nobody,” she agreed.

Aqua, truly herself, rolled over onto her hands, black leather gloves squeaking against white, and she crawled over to his lap, resting her head against his thigh, breathing in his cologne - strong, like himself, smelling of patchouli. If he was made of nothing, at least he was warm.

She saw the smirk he undoubtedly wore in her mind, his head resting against his hand looking down on her like he was celebrating a conquest. She let him think he won a game; why bother denying that they both needed a connection to balance out the numbness. One of these days, Kingdom Hearts was going to swallow them both, and she didn’t want to be alone when that happened.

He slipped a glove off, and his fingers ran through her hair, brushing against her scalp. It was soothing, and she figured some part of it was for him, too.

Her knees begged her for mercy but she knew them better, and she took it one step at a time. The crutches were strapped to her back just in case, and her fingers braced against the wall to keep her up. Aqua never recalled a time where her own body felt this heavy, but this, this was good progress.

What tugged her along was the smell of mixed spices. By this time, Terra would have already taken his second shower of the day, and Ventus would be nagging at him to hurry up. How amazed would her boys be once they see her walking through the kitchen door.

She leaned too hard against the doorway for her taste, but damn it all, she was proud of herself too for keeping straight.

“You’re walking,” Ventus exclaimed when he saw her. He was already sitting at the table, his plate and fork prepared.

Terra forgot he was holding a ladle, so freshly showered that his hair was still soaking. He scrambled to pull out her chair for her, anticipating her movements until she sat down.

“Thank you,” she said, relying on the table as a guide so she could bend her knees and sit down without collapsing.

“Mhmm,” he muttered as he scurried back to the stove without looking her in the eye.

Dinner went as always, with Ventus conducting the conversations and working (so hard) on keeping everyone’s spirits up. With how much she had improved, she was really feeling these warmer vibes, and conversations about their memories, even about the Master, didn’t hurt this evening. Healing demanded to take its own pace, but it was the best of friends she could ask for.

They had even caught Terra smirking to himself as he listened to their stories.

“Now that everything’s better,” she said to him, as if walking was still too difficult a word to utter, “maybe we could take a camping trip, like we used to have.”

The look on Ventus’ face said he already started planning what they would do. “I really miss fishing. You would make the best dinner out of that.”

“Yeah! That’s not too hard on the body,” she agreed.

It was a good feeling to look forward to a new day again.

Terra’s smile faltered before picking itself back up again. “Are you sure you’re okay to do that?” he asked her but he really addressed his stew.

“I think so.” She stared hard at his features. His skin was really red from scrubbing, and his eyes scattered so frequently to the point that he was surely talking himself into how to behave. “I think it’s worth it. We deserve to have our lives back to the way they were.”

He drew a sharp inhale and she thought that she hurt him somehow. But he finally, finally looked at her, his eyes searching for a reason to say something. He didn’t have the strength to keep going, shifting between swirling his food and taking glances her way.

“We’ll see.” He stood up and carried his unfinished bowl. “I have to check how many worlds I still need to visit.”

“That’s not annoying,” Ventus said with a tone that clearly told the opposite.

Terra ignored him and scraped his leftovers.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Ventus snapped. “She’s trying to-”

“That’s enough, Ven,” Terra interrupted. That softness in his voice still existed, but it was so much more quiet, exactly the way he would speak when he signaled a warning.

And exactly the way he spoke on that horrid day in Radiant Garden all those years ago. Terra summoned that mythical wall of his to keep the both of them at a distance, and he walked away, his footsteps heavy.

“It’s fine,” she said and it broke the silence.

“No it isn’t.” Ventus stabbed at his food, one hand rubbing a headache off his forehead. “He’s such a knucklehead.”

“Not really…”

“Pssh, he’s worse than you.”

That was mostly untrue, and they both knew it. The smiles they threw at each other were weak but at least they weren’t feeling them alone.

But pleasantries didn’t last, and the isolation Ventus’ smirk cast away would sink back into her bones again as she thought of watching Terra’s shoulders from behind, distancing further and further away from her.

She thought of that late afternoon in San Fransokyo when she asked Xemnas to join her atop a roof where they watched Sora struggle to save civilian collateral. He had said something to the effect that it would all be over soon and she finally decided that she couldn’t go down that route, so she watched his tall, relaxed shoulders for several moments as a silent good-bye before she struck him from behind.

There were a lot of sacrifices she had made in the name of friendship, and now she lost them both.

On her way back to her bedroom, her knees finally gave in. She used her crutches to pick herself up, not letting Ventus provide any help - loss of pride wasn’t something she was willing to deal with right now.

Aqua found herself taking inventory as she sat on her bed, carefully inspecting the furniture and decorations around her, what she did and did not remember.

It was quiet but it was noisy, the wind howling as it rattled the glass on her window and she didn’t want to see how vacant and dark it was outside so she leaned back to close the curtains. It didn’t muffle the sound.

“Come on,” she commanded as she massaged and rubbed her thighs, shaking them to wake the muscles up. Going from a rough grip to a gentle rub, moving from her pelvis all the way down to the knee, flexing her feet so that her calves responded.

There was no tension in her tendons or anywhere that she could feel. She just needed her heart to remember that this body was hers.

She repeated the phrase in between sobs, and after the third time leaned forward to rest her hand on her bedside table. Aqua shifted her weight to her feet, Aqua shook vehemently, and Aqua, the girl with a Keyblade who became a Master and no one was going to steal that memory away from her, stood up.

She was leaning on her fingers against the surface of the table, but still, success.

A knock on her door. It was well past midnight by this point, and Ventus should be putting himself to bed instead of worrying about her.

“Come in, Ven.”

It was Terra, and her heart nearly burst out of her throat. He had a well-lit lantern close to his chest, which couldn’t shine in comparison to how bright her room was but against the darkness of the hallway, it was brilliant.

“Um…” Every word he thought of to say, he rejected, and he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. He looked utterly defeated, his heart terribly broken and she didn’t know what to do with the pieces. Terra was always the bravest, and with how terrified he was standing right in front of her, she realized she had been watching him try to glue his heart back together by himself.

“I noticed your light was still on,” was what he settled with.

“Yeah,” she said, breathlessly, and as much as she wanted to keep it comfortable for him, she couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

“You um, having trouble sleeping?”

“Ah, not always.”

“I heard you crying,” he said softly.

If she wasn’t standing too straight before, Aqua made sure to look like she was now.

“Come on,” he said, gesturing his head down the hallway. “I’ll take your blankets.”

This was certainly familiar - they used to sneak out of the castle some nights to find a spot under the stars. In stormy days, they camped indoors in whatever room they fancied.

Aqua shook her head, the thought of being a burden rising in her mind. “You don’t have to do that-”

“Please,” he stressed, like he didn’t want to hear it.

With that, she agreed, her heart taking somersaults and she swallowed too many times to suppress her smiles. He gave her the lantern to hold for herself in the dark, and he brushed past her to bundle up sheets and pillows - he was even close enough for her to smell his shampoo. She remembered exactly what it was made of: sandalwood and sunflower. Though very pleasant, she wished she could breathe his natural skin.

The lantern created a halo around the two of them as she followed him through the quiet hallways; only a light this bright would be given to her by him. Terra took his time walking, holding her blankets in both of his arms as he allowed her to keep up with him.

She never asked where he was taking her to, basking in the glory of trusting him to lead her well, just like the old days. At least she recognized the doors he opened for her.

“Oh, Terra, it looks great,” she said with a sigh as they stepped into their old Master’s office.

The desk was neat and orderly - too neat for Terra but it was clear that he wasn’t doing this for himself. All of the books were arranged in their shelves. The wardrobe was repainted and rewaxed, its scruffs filled in. The couch by the warm fire was clean and welcoming, decorations repaired and placed back, exactly where they belong.

Terra fixed time in this room, as if the Master had never left, save for the new memorial - the Master’s Defender, hanging sophisticatedly above the fire as if watching over them.

“You did such a good job,” she reiterated, tears almost to her cheeks.

A stack of Terra’s blankets waited for them already (he had really planned to bring her along, she really needed a hug from him now). He threw them into piles to makeshift a mattress on the rug, letting her take the couch for herself. The trees outside rustled violently against the wind, overpowering the cackle of the fire and filling the space between them.

Aqua was finally welcomed into Terra’s safe haven, and it made sense why he chose this room.

It was a room only the Master occupied and there was no way that would change. A framed photo of Eraqus, with a bright smile behind his bushy mustache, watched them from atop a desk right next to her, so they wouldn’t be able to do anything inappropriate, much less talk about romantic and otherwise mixed, hurt, complicated, heavy feelings.

Terra cleared his throat, lifting his blankets up to his lap. “You comfortable?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. He looked far more comfy to snuggle with than the couch she sat on, honestly.

He reached for something dark - a white leather-bound journal, actually, wrapped in a black tarp. “I thought this might help you… you know, remember things.”

A reasonable gesture, except -

“What is this?”

Terra blinked several times as if to stop what he was thinking. “We used to write in it.” He cleared his throat again. “We kept it hidden from Ven, actually.”

The first page donned two dark red fingerprints, smeared a little, with two children’s scrawls; one done in her handwriting, the other Terra’s. They both read ’ Best Friends Forever .’

Here was proof she wrote this, but nothing came to mind.

Something on her face gave that away, because Terra volunteered. “We used to make blood pacts.”

“Why did we stop?”

“They hurt too much.” If anyone could chuckle without smiling, it was Terra.

The next page was a mix-match of scrawls, some words scratched out and replaced, like the authors were in disagreement.

“What’s this?” she asked more to herself, and read out loud:

“ If I ever doubt her again, I will rub mud into my armpits…”

Terra groaned. “I lost a bet and you made me write that.”

Aqua couldn’t help herself except to melt into laughter, and each time she tried to stop, she failed. The greatest blessing was that it was contagious, and he actually cracked a small pull of his lips, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he watched her struggle to contain herself.

“Which bet did I win?” she managed to ask in between breaths.

“I… don’t really remember.”

“Fair enough.” It was a dead end. Hopefully the other entries would not be fossilized like this one.

She randomly flipped through more pages, coming across a photo of the three of them, wearing formal clothes at a party. There she was, wearing a beautiful white dress with lace, and a blue ribbon sash. It dawned on her - she gave up a memory to wake Ventus up, and it must have had something to do with this journal.

It was excessive though, how these memories were tied to each other like a web and everything related to this journal was now infected. When Vexen said that she would be losing memories connected to whatever she gave up, he wasn’t kidding.

Instead of wallowing in the self-pity that ensued as she thought about it, she decided to go back and see what else their childhood selves came up with.

“What the-?”

Terra actually scoffed, heartily even, his smile showing the faintest of teeth, and it was a beautiful sound.

“A lot of those pages are going to be recipes. We made some up.” It was the way he said it that told her there was much more hiding.

“Terra, these are disgusting ,” she said and her cheeks hurt, reading the lists carefully. These recipes lacked imagination and for that, they must have suffered for trying them. “Most of them are in your handwriting.”

“I like to think I was creative.”

“Or insane.”

He cleared his throat and his face stiffened, calming his smile down, and she hated herself for ruining it. She didn’t mean to - honestly, she was the crazy one between the two of them.

“I hope you’re finding it helpful.” He nodded to the journal.

“… You mean, be more normal.”

“No-”

“I know,” she reassured him. How she hated the feeling of her smile falling. “Thank you, Terra. I’m glad you gave this to me.”

He took too long of a silent moment. “It will be okay,” he said, and maybe it was partly to himself. “Like you said, things will eventually go back to the way they were.”

That wasn’t what she meant. It was impossible, and she was sure he knew it. But kids could dream, right? They found themselves staring up at the Master Defender, watching under the faint glow of the fire beneath it, and the movement of the flames made it look like it lived.

“Is it… off?” she asked. “Dormant?”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “From time to time, but it will help us when we need it. You know, you could take it if you want to.”

“Terra-” she scoffed.

“You’ve been with it for a long time-”

“I can’t even walk properly. How am I supposed to fight?”

“Well, when you get better,” he said, not realizing that she shifted uncomfortably at the suggestion.

Getting better was a guarantee, but what was not was being able to do anything else he assumed: training, traveling the worlds, being a proper Keyblade Master. As much as she wanted this night to be pleasant – to be this close to him again was a gift she shouldn’t take for granted – she reminded herself that telling him was just going to be a few minutes of tension. Hopefully, that would all be what it took before things got better between them.

“I don’t have my Keyblade anymore,” she said flatly, since there was no point in hiding it from him.

He stared first. “What?”

“I-”

“You never told me.”

She had enough of seeing him so upset, and wished she never said anything. “I don’t know where it is. I gave it up… to save you.”

His eyes flickered as hard as the fireplace in front of them, and he didn’t have the will to relax his jaw.

“I’ll find it,” he finally said after a silence that squirmed in between them.

“Terra-”

“I’ll find it,” he snapped and he wanted the final say in this. Any hope she had of laughing with him tonight quickly burned away.

He was softer than that, though, and realized what he had done.

“I’ll find it,” he repeated once again, in a soft whisper like he made a reassuring promise to her.

Promises were normally innocent and full of faith - how unnerving it was to see them lose these qualities, to see him give one to her exhausted, like he had nothing else to lose. The last thing she could do now was take this away from him, too.

“As long as you stay safe,” she whispered, the pain hitting her chest of letting him go like this.

This, she could see, he appreciated. The first genuine smile he gave her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

In this safe space, she pulled the sheets to her chin and watched him sleep, losing the tension in his forehead as he dreamed of a fantasy that kept him safe from the shadows that flickered in the room and danced all over his body. If this was the closest she would ever get to him, she decided she would be okay with that.

Still, she made wishes under her breath.

It was nearly time for Terra to come home and the butterflies in her stomach lurched at not only the thought, but at the nasty smell that came out of her oven. It was simply putrid .

And this made her giggle. Fish were foul when they weren’t seasoned with anything, and the more she anticipated Terra’s arrival, the longer she was able to stand and walk and bake all by herself. Her crutches rested right next to the stovetop, just in case. It was cloudy outside, which kept the summer temperature cool.

The cupcakes were done, fish heads sticking out of the domes with empty eye-sockets - there wasn’t a need to be watched by them. Besides, the recipe specifically called for it.

She had a stack of clean, gutted fish lying on a tray on the counter, where she had also gathered lemon peels, garlic, and basil for a delicious home-cooked meal that she would cook later at a more appropriate time.

When she heard footsteps coming closer, she took a moment to calm herself.

“Aqua, it reeks,” Terra said as he stormed into the kitchen, his hair soaking and smelling so wonderfully shampooed that she realized she would need to wash the fish oils off of her hair soon.

“It does,” she said matter-of-factly.

He blinked several times as he wandered from the grotesque desserts to the open secret journal where his ten-year-old’s scrawls were visibly readable.

“What did you do?”

“I made fish cupcakes - your favorite.”

He rubbed his face. “They look disgusting.”

“You were a pretty gross kid,” she giggled, and relied on the counter to give herself balance. “Just some flour, eggs… that’s it. No sugar, even.”

He leaned on the counter with his elbows, to meet her face to face. “So what do we do with them?”

“We eat them. I added salt to make it easier.”

He lurched back. “You’re not serious.”

“I am.” It sounded sadder than she wanted it to. “I don’t remember us playing with any of this and I thought… why not relive it?”

He studied his palm against the marble of the counter, his fingers splayed out and he took his time to think of his response. When he looked her in the eye, Aqua felt safe enough to smile.

“If you really wanted to know, you could’ve just asked,” he said. “They were nasty.”

“We have to chew and swallow,” she commanded. This was more normal, turning something like this into a competitive game.

He bit his lip and scoffed, pulling a cupcake from its tray. “Good luck.”

She took her cupcake and they stood in silence, waiting to see who would be the first to do it (Aqua, he followed immediately after she started moving). The fish was out of its element, in a crumbly, dry cake that fell apart the moment it hit moisture. It was acidic at best, that odor invading her sinuses and Terra leaned over his knees gagging, all the while keeping his mouth shut and forcing himself to chew. She was more refined, in perfect posture while she used both hands as a barrier to her mouth and let the tears fall proudly.

Terra groaned out loud, gasping for air when he was finished, sticking his tongue out to show his triumph. “I won.”

“Mm-mm.” She jerked her head and chewed the last bits, saying a prayer before that large swallow and the worst was over. She relaxed her jaw as proof. “I swallowed, too.”

“I finished first.”

“That wasn’t part of the game-”

“Bullshit.”

“We only said ’ chew and swallow ,’ not to ’ do it first ’.”

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“What of it?”

He moaned, whining about what was going to happen next as he searched his pockets to free whatever was poking him so he could at least sit comfortably. Out of them were a bag of munny, vials of healing potions, a small hunting knife, and his Wayfinder -

Badly damaged, with cracks in one of the wings and its metal border bent outward in a sharp angle.

“What happened to it?” She cursed herself for asking about a sensitive subject, when they were having so much fun.

Terra stared at it. “Xehanort didn’t take good care of it,” he said flatly, and this was the first time either of them had uttered that name since she woke up.

If anything they were too tired, letting a moment of silence follow that name, because there was nothing either of them could say that would have mended what had happened. They were in agreement anyway: he was a monster, a thief, a demon. He ruined their lives. He used them and left them for dead.

Why bother even venturing into that territory?

She placed her palm over his Wayfinder, its orange glow noticeably less vibrant. And she waited - to see if he would insist on taking it back. She dragged it along the counter, and all he did was rest his chin on his palm, carefully eyeing it as it crawled away from him.

Any moment, he would snatch it back, and she stalked for the opportunity to wrestle it for herself.

But he didn’t, a little smile shyly creeping out of his mouth.

“I’m going to fix it,” she said as she brought it to her chest. “And you can’t stop me.”

“I wasn’t going to.” There, there was a softness she hadn’t seen in years from him and for a second she forgot what day of the year it was.

“Good.” She returned his smile, and the sun shone brighter through the windows. Aqua pulled out two more cupcakes. “Onward then. First one to swallow it wins this time.”

Terra and Aqua were always good sports, whether the game was to win boasting rights or it was designed to make each other miserable. The fish tasted just as badly, but it was actually harder to swallow it this second go-round, their taste buds punishing them for doing it again. They found themselves encouraging each other not to give up.

The castle finally heard its first share of laughter in years, and she felt like she won no matter the results.

#terraqua #terra #aqua #aquanort #xemnas #kh fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #ventus #ahhhhh it's finally here #i've been so busy #with moving #with a new job #with TWO zines #i still have to talk about those too haha #my fic

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pikapeppa · 5 years

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Cullen/Lavellan modern AU: Take Your Time

Chapter 5 of Luck of the Law is up on AO3! This is just an excerpt, as it’s quite long; Read the rest here.

In which Piper and Cullen are just... really cute, ok? IDK, IT’S A LOT OF FLUFF. I LOVE @schoute AND WANTED TO GIVE HER ALL THE FLUFF.

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The next morning, at some ungodly hour of the morning, Piper was woken by the chirp of her phone.

“Fucking fenedhis,” she groaned. She buried her face in the comfort of her pillow. Whoever dared to text her this early after the Saturday night shift had better have a damned good reason.

She reached blindly toward the nightstand and fumbled until her fingers found her phone, then dragged the phone into her bed and pried open her eyelids to check the screen.

An instant later, she was sitting bolt upright in bed with a grin on her face. The texts were from Cullen.

8:00am - Good morning, Piper. I wanted to thank you again for the cookies and for your hospitality yesterday. I would love to speak soon and arrange for our date. Please let me know the best time to call you. 8:00am - If you are still interested. 8:01am - This is Cullen Rutherford, by the way.

She was laughing by the time she read the third text. Gods, he was just so fucking precious: so formal and brisk at first, almost like he was drafting a memo at work. But Piper could just picture how red his ears must have been after he’d sent the third text.

“You know you’re in my contacts, you nerd,” she told the screen fondly. “You don’t have to introduce yourself.” She typed out a reply.

8:05am - good morning counsellor ;) 8:05am - you’re lucky you’re so handsome, i usually murder anyone who texts me this early after a worknight

The texts swished away. Within seconds, the typing-ellipsis appeared on her screen to herald his incoming response.

8:05am - Maker’s breath. I am so sorry. I completely forgot. 8:05am - This was incredibly inconsiderate of me. I’m 8:05am - My apologies. I will let you return to sleep. Please let me know of a more appropriate time to contact you.

Piper grinned as she read his responses. She was still giggling by the time she sent her replies.

8:05am - HAHAHA its fine its fine!! i’m awake now XD 8:06am - i don’t mind a text from you 8:06am - its a lovely way to wake up actually ^_^

8:06am - Are you certain? I don’t wish to intrude on your sleep. I am truly sorry.

8:06am - haha stop apologizing! it’s fine, i promise 8:06am - you got me wide awake with your mention of a date 8:06am - and yes, i am still interested… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

8:06am - I am pleased to hear that. I didn’t want to assume. 8:06am - Might I call you later to arrange something more concrete?

Piper smirked at her phone. How adorably old-fashioned. What was with him and wanting to call? What was wrong with texting?

8:06am - you don’t need to call, its ok! we can arrange by text

His response took a bit longer this time, and she watched with growing intrigue as the typing-ellipsis appeared, then disappeared, then appeared once more.

8:07am - I would like to call you, if you aren’t opposed.

A swooping warmth filled her belly. His words seemed… bold, somehow. She hastily typed out a response, cursing her fat thumbs as she corrected the worst of her typos before sending.

8:07am - why? do you miss the sweet sweet sound of my voice? ;)

His typing stopped and started twice, then disappeared completely for an agonizing twenty seconds before he finished his reply.

8:08am - More than I should admit.

Piper’s jaw dropped. Now that... for Cullen, that seemed extremely bold. Her phone fell from her fingers to her lap as she pressed her hands to her warm and grinning cheeks. How the hell was it possible for five little words to make her feel so fucking giddy?

A minute later, when she was finished giggling like an infantile da’len, she picked up her phone and snuggled back into her blankets. She happily reread his texts a few more times, then hovered her thumb over the ‘call’ button.

A rush of nerves jangled in her chest as she studied her screen. Calling him was a big deal - a much bigger deal than texting. Texting was easy and fun. Calling was… momentous, somehow. Was she sure about this?

I don’t know, she thought. But her eyes traced over his bold words - more than I should admit - and before she could think about it further, her thumb was firmly pressing the ‘call’ button.

The phone started to ring. With slightly trembling fingers, she lifted the phone to her pointed ear.

Cullen picked up after two rings. Piper heard the subtle sound of a throat clear before he spoke. “This is Cullen,” he said officiously.

Piper grinned and instantly started to relax. He’d most certainly seen her name on his caller ID, and still he was being all lawyer-ish? He must really be flustered. More so than her, even.

“Hello, counsellor,” she purred.

“Piper!” His officious tone disappeared, replaced by a much warmer and slightly nervous lilt. “How are you? Tired, I’m sure - again, I am… that is, I apologize-”

“Stop,” she laughed. “Stop with the apologies, or you’ll put me back to sleep. How are you?”

He cleared his throat softly. “I’m very well, thank you. I, er…”

He trailed off, and Piper waited with growing amusement until he spoke again. “I had hoped to have something… better planned to say when we spoke on the phone,” he admitted.

She laughed. “So that’s why you wanted to schedule a time to talk. Do you always plan your phone calls?”

His chuckle floated through the phone and warmed her ear. “I do usually schedule them into my day, yes. You grow accustomed to planning your time very carefully when you work in law. This is probably the most spontaneous phone call I’ve made in years.”

Ah, right, Piper thought. She had heard something about lawyers needing to parse their work time into billable minutes. It sounded like a stressful way to live.

Well, Cullen didn’t sound very stressed right now, and Piper was certainly feeling relaxed and happy. She rolled onto her back and smiled into the phone. “I hate to point this out, but you didn’t make this call,” she told him cheekily. “I did.”

“You did, didn’t you?” he replied. “You do seem to catch me off guard.” His voice was warm with a curl of humour, and Piper bit her lip at the lovely sound.

“I’ll consider it my honorary job to keep you on your toes,” she said. “Shake up your routine, you know.”

“You’re doing a fine job of that so far,” he drawled.

Piper laughed. There was a brief lull in the conversation, a pause that was loaded and warm, and Piper nibbled the inside of her cheek as she waited for him to speak again.

He cleared his throat again. “So… Piper, I feel I should warn you. To be perfectly truthful, I… it has been a long time since I’ve been on a date. My last few dates were bundled in with work, I’m sorry to say.”

“Bundled in with work?” Piper wrinkled her nose. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“Not so much, no,” he said. Then hastily he added, “I mean, that’s not to say - my dates themselves weren’t boring people, they - it’s not that at all. It…” He sighed. “I simply mean that it’s been a long time since I met anyone outside of my circle. I’m not certain of the, er, protocol when one isn’t socializing with other… legal professionals.”

Piper smirked and rolled onto her belly. “Protocol, you say?” she teased. “Do you usually follow protocol when you go on dates? A guidebook, perhaps? No wonder those other dates were no fun.”

“Maker’s breath,” Cullen muttered, and Piper laughed.

Then Cullen doggedly spoke through her chuckling. “What I’m trying rather poorly to say is that I haven’t met anyone quite like you in a long time,” he said. “I… I would like to do this right.”

Piper ducked her head shyly, even though Cullen couldn’t see her. The phone was feeling awfully warm against her cheek. “Well,” she said softly. “You’re off to a good start. But there’s no protocol, all right? Just be yourself.”

He huffed softly into the phone. “Unfortunately, being myself usually means spending the night at home with a pile of legal briefs. I doubt that that would interest you.”

Aw, she thought with a surge of tenderness. He really didn’t know how to loosen up, did he? Well, Piper would fix that.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got just the thing,” she said. “What are you doing Thursday night?”

“Nothing I can’t cancel,” Cullen said, and Piper smiled. Already his voice sounded less tense. Taking charge of the situation was definitely the right thing for her to do.

“Perfect. We’re going to a concert,” she announced. “Have you ever heard of Blightfall?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said.

Piper grinned. He was really in for a fun surprise, then. “Good,” she chirped. “I’ll text you the details. And Cullen?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t wear a tie.”

Read the rest on AO3!

#cullen rutherford #cullen rutherford fic #luck of the law #cullavellan #piperford #cullen x lavellan #cullen/lavellan #pikapeppa writes

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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Review: 03x17 - Heavenly Fire

On Magnus & Alec:

Holy shit is it an insensitive thing to say that Magnus is “back to his old self” like everything is fine and dandy again... I just... I am baffled at how much Alec fails to read a situation. Magnus is still suffering. He still doesn't have his magic or his immortality again. He lost essential parts of who he is. But sure, he's back to health so he's back to his old self. What Magnus needs is a fucking therapist, not a damn engagement ring and it's really unsettling to see just how busy Alec is playing house in his head instead of seeing just how much Magnus is still suffering and how he could actually use some... help there? Instead of apartment hunting and wedding planning??

“Have you been drinking?” just completely killed me. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU ALEC AND FUCK YOU SHOW. MAGNUS BANE HAS BEEN AN ACTIVE ALCOHOLIC ALL OF SEASON 2. HE HAS BEEN SLIPPING VERY OBVIOUSLY INTO ALCOHOLISM BUT NO ONE CARES.

The most correct quote of this show is Magnus summing himself up as being a “comic relief and drinking” because that is really what they’re doing, huh.

GODS DO I LOVE MAGNUS THIS EPISODE. And I love Harry acting his ass off in this. Because YES all of this. All the things he screams in Alec’s face during their date at the end is just so very right and it needed saying. And Harry plays it so well, the vulnerability, the pain and the anger. Urgh, I loved that scene. And, well, that’s a thing I never thought I’d say about a Ma/ec scene.

But I swear, if next episode Alec still thinks that a proposal is appropriate, someone’s gotta whack him over the head. Because if he doesn’t notice now just how much is wrong with Magnus and that he needs something else entirely, then fuck is Alec a failure as a boyfriend and as a human being.

Also, starting to get tired of just how much Magnus is being isolated from everyone else. Raphael, the man who is like a son to him, got banished by Isabelle without anyone telling Magnus and Magnus reacting to it, then he got arrested by Isabelle without anyone telling Magnus and Magnus reacting to it and now Raphael has been turned into a mundane and I swear, if we don’t get Magnus to fucking interact with Raphael now that they are both mundanes against their will--urgh.

On Jonathan & Clary:

Uhm so... they not only forgot that Jonathan was kinda blonde pre-burns, now they apparently also forgot the burns. Because, to put it into the words of @seb-verlacs, he is one crispy boy. So, why exactly is he... the Phantom of the Opera in this damn flashback? He never had a face. That's the whole point of them having to cast Will Tudor last season because our crispy boy took his face since his own was kinda, well, crispy. And now into a flashback pre-break-out, the only burn Jonathan has is a really very light one on one half of his face? What is this? (And you can't tell me it's because Jonathan is being an unreliable narrator, which he obviously is, because... he is not narrating how him and Lilith looked in this conversation, all Clary gets are the things they talk about. There is no reason aside from “We totally forgot just how burned he was”...)

The question here really is: Do they give even half a shit about this character...?

(But I like how Jace is “the piano playing Jonathan” xD)

Also, fuck, I really do feel bad for Jonathan. That boy's been through literal hell. Honestly, they gotta... gotta stop some?

But also: What the fuck is this retconned in connection between Jonathan and Clary? Why would they have that connection? It makes no sense. They don't share the same supernatural blood, then I would kind of understand a connection. They're not twins either. Jonathan is older than Clary, all they share is their Shadowhunter blood. There is no foundation, not logic and not experiments from Valentine, that justifies this stupid ass bullshit that Clary has had dreams about Jonathan all her life. Fuck “message from the angels”. Why would they. They clearly never cared about anyone. And Clary's powers hadn't even manifested as a small tiny girl. Fuck this.

On Isabelle, Simon & Raphael:

...Undercover Simon, huh? Are... I... Simon? Of all people? You met him, right? Like, he is not the stealthiest. Not to mention just how fucking dangerous this is.

And can we talk for a moment how fucking ridiculous this is? SIMON IS LITERALLY THE FIRST DAYLIGHTER SINCE CAIN FROM THE OLD DAYS. Like not EVERYONE at the Clave by now knows what the only Daylighter in existence looks like!!! Holy shit. This is peak stupidity.

And also: Helen! And Aline! Give me lesbians! All the lesbians! Though holy shit, Helen is really out there asking “What are you talking about?” when there is literal constant screams from torture at the Guard? Like? Are those Seelie ears just pretty but don't work, or what?? I'm really, genuinely tired of them pretending like the foot-soldiers just do not question anything and not notice anything either. This is stupid, it was already stupid with Isabelle and Alec, but that they now introduce Helen who works right there on it, but daaamn...

And Victor Aldertree can go fuck a cactus. Enable her addiction? You STARTED IT. DELIBERATELY. Urgh. I just want to scream into the void at this point.

I'm... so confused about Raphael. I mean, at least they didn't murder him. But still, so much confusion. I mean, let's talk X-Men style here: This is great, if they'd offer it instead of force it – because there sure are Downworlders who would prefer to not be Downworlders anymore. Vampires and werewolves who were attacked against their will.

And we’re going to pretend like Aldertree did it all himself, huh. That Penhallow and everyone else just really did not know anything, huh. That the Clave is still innocent and all, huh. We’re really doing that, are we?

On Jace:

Oh, look. Jace gets to talk to Alec for the second time this season! But only about Ma/ec. Of course. It's not like there are... so many things going on that they could at the very fucking least ALSO talk about. Nope, only a snippet of conversation and that only and fully about Ma/ec. Why do you hate the parabatai bond and the fact that Alec and Jace are closer than brothers?

I am just... so... so... so tired that Jace this season has been nothing but Clary's Boyfriend. There is so much more going on than just her. Yes, she is the main character, no I'm not saying that he shouldn't care about her at all, but the fact that there is no care about him at all is really pissing me off at this point. He's been tortured and abducted and just holy shit how do they brush all of that just off, how do they brush off that he just had to face his abuser again?

Seriously, everyone gets a plotline, but Jace just stands at the sidelines, looking pretty and saying supportive things on the plotlines of Clary and Alec when needed...? This is... bad. This is pathetic. This is the Bad Place, my personal Bad Place.

On Luke & Maia:

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The TL;DR:

Literally everyone deserves better than this show. That's it, really

#Shadowhunters #Phimmy Watching Shadowhunters #WITHOUT MY KIMMYCUP #AGAIN #Shadowhunters Spoilers

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thatawesomenerdygirl · 7 years

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drawings (2); bully || Batboys

Meant to be a one-shot, then again, why not make it a sequel or a part 2?

The request was made on Wattpad (ofc, I need to get outta that site XD jk no I don’t)

Warning(s); bullying, flashbacks of abuse.

Note; this can be read as a sequel (or a part 2, your pick) of 'drawings || Batmom', will be written in the daughter's (2nd person) point of view and Batmom will be in 3rd person! Also, mentions of the batgirls!

This is so confusing...I know. I'm so sorry if my writings always confuse you.

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In your time living in the manor, you learned how it felt like to have a proper family, people who loved you, who treated you the way you should be treated. Completely different from your past house.

Mrs. and Mr. Wayne were different, your mother and father were very different. They were the one who helped you through everything, catching up on what you missed on being a normal, happy kid. Your brothers also helped you learning things they were good at.

Dick taught you to do some tricks with your body, moving and bending your limbs in ways that you thought were not possible. Also, who would've thought that that bubbly ball that mostly made of elastic muscles knew a little bit of ballet? Since you were still young, it wasn't that hard.

Jason, the others thought he was going to introduce some of his gun collections to you, he didn't. He brought you to the library to read, he would buy you some books too. Harmless books. When you told him you were interested in poetry, his eyes lit up and he started to show you his collections and you would ask if there was something you didn't understand.

Tim, everybody knew that his teaching wouldn't go too far from technologies. He taught you how to use the computer first, then things about the internet, then jumped a huge leap to the basic of hacking. Thank god you were a quick learner. He also would occasionally help you with math.

And Damian. Oh, Damian freaking Wayne. Did he goes all Al-Ghul on you. He taught you how to use a katana for heaven's sake, how to headlock somebody, where to hit someone to make them fall unconscious. If you failed he would scold you, not too harsh though, he already heard your past.

Then there were Cassandra and Stephanie, they -- sometimes just couldn't get along, they were a completely two different person. For an example, one time, Steph wanted you to come with her to spend a quality time watching her favorite shoe but then Cassandra spotted you and asked if you wanted to help her with her training, you wanted to do both. When you took your time to think about it, they would argue.

Barbara then came to the rescue, separating both girls and came with her suggestion which was watching two episodes of Steph's show and helped Cass with her training for one and a half hour. Barbara would tell you to make a quick decision for your own sake instead of staying silent, she was like a second mother really. You loved them all.

You trusted them yet you couldn't bring yourself to tell them that the other students at the school were treating you like you were a punching bag.

When your mother told you that she allowed you to finally go to school you couldn't stop bouncing. Your former parents never allowed you to go to school, let alone study, you always hid your books and papers under the bed. One time when they found out you were learning to count they yelled at you.

Yes, you still loved and excited at the thought school but the way others treated you were too much to bear, it reminded you of your constant abuse at your old house. You still remembered that your mother wanted you to tell her everything about your problems, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You didn't want to burden them. To annoy them with your constant problem, so you stayed silent.

And this morning you tried to avoid as much problem as possible.

You failed.

You were walking to your locker to get the poetry book Jason just gave you the other night, as you reached for the lock your wrist was harshly grabbed, without turning around you knew who they were. Yes, they. There was more than one kid that messed with you. They were your seniors. You hated them, they reminded you of those people you used to call your parents.

"Mute kid." The voice you wanted to hear the least echoed in your ear.

They didn't say anything else but started beating you up as they ranted about their bad day, about that one teacher that always told them to do their homework, how they wanted to plot a revenge against that old man. They didn't stop, feet kicked your ribs, your wrists if not broken, crooked.

Even though Damian did teach you the basic to fight, you still couldn't bring yourself to fight back. You didn't want to misbehave.

"Aren't you going to scream for help?" One of them asked, harshly putting his dirty, shoe-clad feet on your cheek, "oh wait, I forgot! You can't talk!"

His words emitted a booming laughter from the group.

Your body was already numb, you couldn't move a muscle even if you did you were sure you wouldn't dare to move anyway, they would beat you up again.

The only thing you did was whimpering in pain, tears pricking in your eyes, thus only egging them on until you fell silent.

"I think we went too far." A girl whispered to the others, you heard their distinct conversation before finally blacking out.

At the manor, the brothers received a call from your school. Tim was the one who picked up the phone since he was the closest. His eyes widening in pure horror.

"What happened, Drake?" Damian was the first to ask as soon as Tim roughly placed the phone back with a loud clack.

"Bad. Hospital, now!" Tim didn't waste any time, grabbing his key and slung his bag before rushing out to get to his bike, the other boys following. They didn't use the car because it took too long to their liking, especially in this kind of emergency.

When Tim acts before thinking then something bad must've happened, they knew, Tim tends to plan everything before acts it out.

The hospital hall was crowded as soon as they got in, those boys were magnets for males and females, nobody could resist their attractiveness. A lot of girls were squealing, some trying to approach them only to get ignored as they rushed straight to the room you were in.

Did the nurses gawk at them too? Yes.

Did they care? No.

"Our sister?" The boys asked simultaneously.

One of the nurses opened the curtain, showing your badly bandaged body lying limp on the bed. You were almost covered in bandages. They could see your bruised cheek, ripped lips and a black eye, an infusion pump was attached to your wrist.

They scamper over to your bed, a mixture of worry and guilt adoring their faces as they waited for you to wake up.

"Who could've done this?" The eldest son asked nobody in particular as he brushed your messy hair back carefully with his fingers.

"Found them." Said Tim not too long after, he already brought his laptop out. He must've thought about looking it up as soon as he saw you.

They peered over Tim's shoulders as Tim showed them various of clips he got from hacking through the school's security. All of them were about the same thing, you getting beaten up, at first they didn't touch you then it escalated to a relentless beating.

Jason's fists clenched, "oh fuck no, they didn't just treat my sis like a damn punching bag." He hissed through gritted teeth, anger bubbling up within him.

"We have to confront them," Damian suggested.

"I say we talk to their parents," Dick added.

"To the principal." Tim continued.

"Sorry softies, I have to go with the Demon's plan." Jason crossed his arms, already sticking up with the idea of beating the shit out of those knuckleheads.

"Tell mom." As soon as the words fell from Dick's lips they immediately fumbled with their phones, Tim's call was the one that your mother picked up first before Tim put it on speaker.

"Tim? What's wrong?" Your mother automatically questioned.

"Something really bad happened at school," Jason answered for them.

"Is your sister okay!?" Her voice raised an octave, a distant ruffling was heard and a dull thud.

"She's unconscious." Damian's green eyes glanced at you for a moment, "what should we do?"

She didn't answer though, more ruffling, thumping before a loud bang following after then a short shuffling.

The boys quirked their eyebrows as they looked at each other with the same questioning expression.

A familiar grunt was heard, "what did you boys say? She pushed me to the floor then went out without telling me." Bruce's voice replaced her.

"What were you doing?" Dick questioned.

"What did you boys say?" Bruce avoided the question.

The boys explained to him, short and straight to the point yet didn't leave any small details. They heard Bruce's frustrated and angered groan before ending the call without saying anything else.

Just before they could complain, your soft noise in pain gained their attention back. Your eyes slowly flutter open, your right eye only could open slightly, it was hurting you.

You only saw their blurry figures but you could tell that they were worried, so worried. You tried your best to fist your hand, bringing it up to your chest before making circular motions over your chest.

"Sorry."

"What for?" Dick whispered his question to you.

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, not even with the sign language. You were silent again, eyes staring at the ceiling. You were so tired.

Your brothers didn't need an answer, they knew what you meant and they told you not to be sorry about it, they understood.

"We told mother," Damian informed you causing you to sharply turn your head to the side, eyes wide as you thought for the worst. Your mother wouldn't just sit around doing nothing, you know, everybody in the manor knew.

She would stomp her way to the school, getting the names of the kids that beat you up within minutes, getting them out of their classes and went to each of their houses, giving their parents a promise instead of a thread. A promise that would make their families suffer for years.

You shuddered at the thought, her wrath was the lasting you wanted.

"Mother won't be mad at you," Damian assured you as he sat on a chair.

"No, she probably wants you to be more open though," Tim spoke up, stuffing his laptop back into his bag.

Your hand shifted as you gathered enough energy to talk.

"What about you guys?"

"We'll beat the crap out of them and follow you everywhere." Jason nonchalantly answered, his arms were still crossed over his chest while his back leaned against the wall.

You frowned, giving him the 'are you serious' look.

"Nope, we'll just put hidden cameras in your stuff."

Anybody would've thought Dick was joking. He didn't.

You were sure as hell would check everything in your room if they were camera free as soon as you got out of the hospital.

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Self-Insert Week: Day 1

So since I couldn’t really write one, I decided to take one I wrote a long time ago right around the beginning of my obsession with my anime husband XD for @shannybloo ‘s self-insert week! Because I really wanted to participate! And I haven’t posted this yet. So here’s my little fic for the first day of this amazing week! ^.^ For the first day First Encounters, here’s my fic Meeting the ‘Villain Behind Glasses’!

"Ashley, will you be a dear and tell Marielle that Shiroe will be coming to discuss some business with us?"

I turned towards Henrietta's voice, seeing her standing at the top of the stairs, leaning over the railing and staring at me with starry eyes. Tilting my head, I exchanged glances with her and raising an eyebrow curiously. "Shiroe, from Log Horizon?" The woman nodded, trotting down the stairs towards me. My eyes widened when I saw a familiar glint in her eyes, and I started to run off in the other direction before she caught me.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she rubbed her face against my cheek. What was her problem? She usually only acts this way towards Akatsuki. The only member of Log Horizon that I have formally met. I have only been a member of Crescent Moon for a short time, so I haven't had the pleasure of meeting the Log Horizon guild as a whole. I have to admit since I've been hearing things about this man, I've always wanted to meet him. It's usually terrible things I hear.

Henrietta looked up at me with wide eyes. "That's right! You haven't met Shiroe yet! Oh, this is exciting! Come along, Ashley. I will formally introduce you to him when we have our meeting. I'm sure he won't mind if you listen in," She said with a smirk, "You are my apprentice after all." I cringed at that word, watching her face turn malicious as her smirk darkened. I sure hope Shiroe isn't as crazy as she is, but from what I've heard... he beats her in that department. She sent me off to find Marielle, allowing me a few moments to breathe. She seemed too excited for me to meet Shiroe. What was her game? While I was thinking on it, I knocked on the door to the office, waiting for the words before I opened the door.

Marielle had her head down on the desk, groaning under her breath. It had been another long day for her, and it looked like she'd been in that position for a while. Chuckling under my breath, I stepped into the room. "Miss Marielle, Henrietta wanted me to tell you that Shiroe is coming soon. Also, I think she's going to have me listen in. If that's alright," I said, as formally as I could. I wasn't sure why I did that. Speaking politely was always something I did, but for some reason, in this world, I find myself speaking rather... strangely. It almost sounds a tad bit like Old English sometimes. Shaking the thought away, I watched as the blonde haired woman lifted her head, nodding over to me. Her tired eyes seemed to roll back, and her head fell back onto the table.

"I hate this," She grumbled, "All I wanted to do was have one break. Being cooped up in here all day is exhausting."

"I can imagine. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Marielle shook her head, pushing herself up from the desk. It took her a while to regain her footing, and she collapsed onto the large couch in the middle of the room. Her hand patted the spot beside her, signaling for me to take a seat. I obeyed, plopping down beside her and listening to her rant about her boring day. It was always fun talking to Marielle. She may be crazy like the rest of us, but she's a fun conversationalist. Not to mention, her exaggeration of things keeps me happy. Not that I'm laughing at her. I understand that she's got a lot on her shoulders, and I look up to her a lot for that. Her and Henrietta. I joined Crescent Moon mostly to surround myself with powerful men and women. But, to be honest, it was an offer that I wasn't going to refuse. Their guild was strong and powerful and extremely close. Being offered a position in this guild made me feel important. Like I belonged somewhere. And I've made amazing friends from it.

Marielle reached toward me, pulling me into a tight, constricting hug. I gasped for air, feeling my face turning hot and slightly blue from loss of air circulation. "Oh, you're so cute, Ashie! You make me feel so much better!" She screamed, petting my hair like I was a dog. As I was struggling to break free from her grasp, I heard the door open and two people stepped through it. Henrietta was talking to someone, and her voice stopped once her eyes fell on the scene before her. I gagged, pointing frantically and waving my hands towards her. The man that stood beside her tilted his head and scrunched his eyebrows. But he started to chuckle when she refused to let me go.

"Marielle! You're choking the poor child!"

"But she's so adorable! Is this how you feel with Akatsuki!?"

"We don't have time for this," Henrietta grumbled, stomping towards us. Her fingers clawed against Marielle's arms, breaking me free from the chokehold. Grasping my throat, I gasped for air, feeling relief washing over me with every release. "Thank you," I said with a coarse voice, "I was afraid for my life for a second." Henrietta smiled, swatting at the blonde woman's arm when she tried to grab me once again. The two of them argued for a few minutes, completely ignoring the man that stood in the doorway. I hadn't noticed him while I was regaining my voice, but when he spoke up, my eyes turned to look at the lovely sound.

"I can come back another time if you need me to."

My eyes widened, and the air I had just fought to get back was gone once again.

"Don't be ridiculous, Shiroe. Come in, sit down. Oh! I almost forgot!" Henrietta said with a grin when she smiled. She noticed Shiroe's eyes glancing over at me, and immediately she ran to my side to introduce me. But it was hard to focus on her words with the eyes that were looking at me. Shiroe was much different than I expected him to be. He had a smile that was kind and gentle, and he was fairly cute. I'd heard so many things of him being crazy, psychotic, devilish, inconsiderate, manipulating, and many other terrible words. But, looking at him now, I would have never imagined that they would be the same person. I blinked a few times, wiping at my eyes to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. My heart did backflips every time he spoke, and I felt a huge lump in my throat when I tried to speak.

What was going on?

This guy so wasn't my type.

Not that I mean that in a terrible, bitchy way. He just wasn't the kind of guy that I would usually go for. But there was something about him that kept making me weak in the knees. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me. Maybe I was still lightheaded from Marielle's hug. Yeah, that was probably it. I'm definitely not having a love a first sight moment with Shiroe.

"This is Ashley. The newest member of the Crescent Moon Alliance. Isn't she just a doll?" Henrietta said with a wink in my direction. Swallowing thickly, I held out a hand in his direction. The man reached for it, closing his hand around mine and shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Ashley," Shiroe said with a smile. The way he said my name made my heart sink to my toes, but still ring loudly in my ears. This had to be a side effect from almost passing out from lack of oxygen. Totally not falling for him. Just a normal occurrence.

"N-N-Nice to meet you too," I stammered, shaking his hand back with equal force. It's only a handshake, but I feel a lot of electricity from that small touch. A spark that is the start of something big. It isn't anything but a sparkle, but I can feel it in my bones. I know that there is something bigger coming soon. A bigger explosion. He's just a cute, adorable guy. Nothing wrong with that. Everyone finds someone attractive, but that doesn't mean it's anything more than that. I can have these feelings. It's totally normal. Nothing weird is going on here. Nothing weird at all.

When his hand disconnected from mine, I felt a missing piece was gone from me. Like there was something taken away from me from that small interaction. I let the thought slide, listening to Henrietta speaking firmly to Shiroe and Marielle. The three of them talked about a few problems around the city, but that was the extent that I got out of the conversation. the whole time they talked, I couldn't help but steal glances at Shiroe. Every time he looked away, I'd sink my eyes into him and absorb him entirely. Henrietta's words were like muffled background noise. All I could hear was my heartbeat and my uneasy breaths.

At one point, Shiroe and I made eye contact. I almost fainted. He sent me a small smile, returning his eyes to Henrietta once again. Did he notice? Did he know that I've been staring the whole time? My heartbeat started to escalate, and I felt my breathing quicken. This was it. This was where I die. Right now, in front of my guild master and a possible crush. Why couldn't I just stand outside the door and creep like everyone else does? Instead, I had to be sitting here, squirming and trying to steal glances of a man I barely knew. But that was the thing. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know everything about him.

How did I not see him until now?

This was getting out of control. Henrietta finished talking, and the three of them turned to me with worry on their faces. Oh god. What did I do? Did I say that last part out loud? My eyes shifted from each person, my heart feeling like it was going to explode from my chest at any moment. "Ashley, are you alright, hon?" Henrietta asked. It was then that I noticed I was sweating and shaking. I must've looked like a disheveled mess. Swallowing thickly, I nodded my head and stood up from my seat. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I-I-I-I should probably get some air," I said, bolting for the door. None of them stopped me. That was a good sign. I was able to leave the room, and exit the guild hall without anyone else breathing down my neck. The only problem was, I was no longer near Shiroe. I couldn't think of any other way to get his attention.

Wait... why did I want to?

This was supposed to just be a small crush!

I'm not going to do anything about it.... right?

Shaking my head, I took three, even and deep breaths. This doesn't mean that I'm going to marry the guy. It's just a simple spark of friendship. If it turns to something else later, then that's just how it is. But if it doesn't, then that's how it is too. But I found myself wondering if this was only the beginning of something bigger. Like I'll be telling this story to a friend a day before our anniversary. My eyes widened, and I almost slapped myself upside the head. "What the hell am I thing!?" I screamed, throwing my palm over my face in frustration. Listen to me! I was going crazy over this man. This stranger I've only met today.

"Okay, Ash. Get yourself together," I said to myself, "You're going to march back in there and act like an adult. This is normal. Just be cool. Just a normal day."

I turned on my heels, opening to the door and reentering the guild hall. Henrietta and Shiroe were ascending the stairs when I entered. Great, I thought to myself but faked a smile. My own words kept repeating over and over in my head. Just be yourself. Be cool. Breathing another sigh, I approached the two of them as they reached the bottom. "Sorry about that, Henrietta. I got a little... overwhelmed," I said. The woman nodded, shifting a small string of hair behind my ear. She had a look on her face that I couldn't read. Her attention turned back to Shiroe.

"Ashley's still getting used to us here. She's still being formal and calling me ma'am. She's such a cute little child."

My eyes narrowed, and I looked up at her through clenched teeth. Be cool, Ashley. I continued to smile, even though I was screaming on the inside. She just called me a child! I wasn't about to seem younger than I really was. Truth be told, I was in my early twenties. That counted as an adult. Not a child. But I guess, looking at me, someone would assume I was a high schooler. I probably looked fairly young. Swallowing hard, I wiped my hands on my skirt, feeling them starting to sweat from my anxiety. "It's a habit. I was grown up to be polite, after all," I said with a small smile, "I'm still getting used to being called ma'am myself." There you go! Slide that into the conversation. I'm not a child. Henrietta nodded and laughed, patting my shoulder.

She changed the subject not too long after I answered, relieving me of my embarrassment any further. Even though, it seemed like she put me on the spot on purpose. Henrietta walked Shiroe to the door, their conversation turning playful. I stayed back, pretending to be focused on a spot on the wall. Even though, truthfully, I was thinking about Shiroe. Will I ever see him again? Of course, I will. That's a stupid question. But will I ever get the chance to know him?

My eyes shifted towards the door as I watched him leave. Henrietta and the others can't know. They can't know that I might possibly have a crush on Shiroe. It would be passed around, and eventually, everyone will know. Even him. I need to keep this to myself. Especially, since I just met him today. This was my first introduction. It's strange to have someone crushing on you that you barely know. I would know. I've been there.

"He's something, isn't he?" Henrietta asked, drawing me from my trance. She smirked down at me, pushing up her glasses. For a moment, I saw a shimmer in her eyes. Does she know? No, she can't. There's no way she could. Swallowing my pride, I nodded quickly, lifting my chin a bit. "Yeah. I still don't see how he gets his nickname," I mumbled, referring to the phrase that everyone knows him as. Henrietta laughed, clutching her stomach. It was the first time I've heard her laugh like that. She seemed to find my comment hilarious, which made me smile slightly.

"Don't worry," She said, "You will."

She patted my back, passing beside me to ascend the stairs once again. Once she was gone, I released a sigh and seated myself on the bottom of the steps. I wasn't sure what she meant, but it was something to keep in mind. Although, I couldn't help but excite myself at the thought that hung over me after that comment. I'll most likely see more of him in the future. Somehow, I'll get closer to him. I'll know the man behind the rumors. The thought excited me even more, especially since I had a small inkling of a crush on the horizon. Giggling at my own joke, I stood up from the steps and stared at the door. The same door he once entered from.

I'll see you again soon, Shiroe. I'll finally know why they call you the villain with glasses.

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