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Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens - Chapter 2

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“Hurry Bryce, hurry,” urged the red-head.

“Kiley I’m putting them in as fast as I can,” Bryce grumbled, but not truly annoyed. He carefully slid and wove the stems of the flowers into the teens' hair. Bryce glanced up at their other co-worker, who was preparing for opening, like they were supposed to be, “Chloé how about you help me put these daisies in.”

Chloé looked over at the young man, he couldn't be more than a few years older than her. She smiled at the little daisies that spotted throughout his hair, “I think you’re supposed to be wiping down the tables.”

“I am,” he gave a pointed glare at Kiley, “but someone won’t let me.”

“Free will is a thing,” her voice not hiding how smug she was.

“She has a point,” Chloé chidded, as she opened a cupboard. She knew it was pointless to actually get him to work when they had Kiley, so she just liked to pick on him.

“Why am I the only one in trouble,” he exclaimed.

“Because she’s a teenager and you’re an adult,” Chloé made it a point to stop doing her task and stare at him. “You’re supposed to be the role model.”

“No, my job is to be here for at least five hours and not screw up,” he argued. Kiley pinched his arm, causing him to tug on her hair. They both glared at each other before Bryce turned back to Chloé, “And to help her enjoy her job.”

Kiley hummed in agreement. Chloé turned away before rolling her eyes.

“We should do your hair Chloé,” Kiley smiled, pressing her lips tightly in excitement. “Please Chlo, we’ll be quick. It’s not like there isn’t always something to do.”

Chloé frowned as she turned back to them, “That’s exactly why you should get back to helping.”

Bryce let the girl know he was finished as Chloé spoke. Kiley stood up, “Please, I still have all these.”

The red head showed a bundle of the flowers in their hair. Chloé looked between the handful and the teens face, who was making a pleading expression. Chloé pursed her lips together, not showing her considering.

She was late out of the apartment this morning so she just threw her hair in a ponytail, which she usually avoided, and rushed over to the Talon. Chloé sighed, and with a half-hearted frown stated, “Fine.”

Kiley did a little dance before pulling Chloé to sit on the stool she previously occupied, immediately getting to work. With the help of Bryce they had the young woman’s hair braided and flowered, during which Chloé tapped her foot impatiently through the whole process.

“Done,” Kiley exclaimed before jumping the fading blond with a hug. Chloé held back the desire of throwing the girl off of her. Bryce snickered but was quick to move away from the two when Chloé started glaring at him intently.

“You look so pretty,” Kiley gushed, giving a tight squeeze before finally letting go of the young woman. Finally free Chloé let her shoulders relax and slapped her knees as she brought herself up, “Alrighty then. Let’s get to work.”

Now with all of them focused on work they made sure all the tables and counters spaces were properly sanitized and stocked up. Open sign on and curtains drawn open. In no time at all people slowly started to make their way in, regulars on their way to work, the friend groups getting their morning cups for the day ahead, and so on.

After handing the cup tray to the group Chloé smiled, “Have a great day.”

“You too,” one of the guys said, giving a polite smile.

“Love your guys’ hair today,” one of the girls said before running off with the group.

Chloé didn’t have time to fend off the flush from the compliment when two tall dark haired semi-regulars came to the register.

“Hello, what can I get for you today,” she greeted them with a bright smile, still happy from the compliment.

“Hi,” the woman smiled as she got to it, “I was wondering if your espresso machine was fixed yet, or not?”

“Oh it is,” Chloé nodded. “What would you like?”

“A medium cappiano and a large black coffee please,” Larissa stated with a firm nod. She glanced at her little brother and smirked, she bumped him with her hip, “What about you buddy?”

“Oh uh, a black coffee with,” he paused, struggling to form words.

“This much?” the barista did a pouring motion. Larissa raised her eyebrows, watching her brother carefully.

A wide, embarrassed, smile grew on his face, “Yes, exactly.”

The barista smiled, “I’ll get right on it.” She handed them a receipt and pointed to a spot for them to wait.

Though Larissa didn’t have much care for the waiting part, it was wonderful her brother was here. She smirked as she watched him nervously tap his fingers on the table and watched the workers station. The reporter couldn’t help herself as she leaned forward resting her chin on her fist.

Jon had a doopy smile watching the baristas interact, a smile that made Larissa want to ruffle his hair.

Instead she said, “So,” to get his attention, “A barista?” She held back a laugh as his face reddened. She could stop…but why should she?

“You realize how,” she snickered, “how adorable that is right? Seriously Lisa is going to love this. She might move back to Kansas for this.”

Jon frowned in disgust, “You’re not going to tell her.”

“She’d figure it out. Just because she didn’t become a journalist doesn’t mean she can’t put it together,” Larissa grinned at her brother.

“I know,” Jon grumbled, sinking in his seat. He did in fact know that; his sisters were great for this, and he had some catching up to do.

Larissa chulked, “So what are you gonna do?”

“What,” Jon looked up at her in confusion.

“You know,” she said with a teasing tone. “Are you gonna get the girl?”

Jon swallowed, “Well I, uh, I don’t- I didn’t, I-“

Larissa gave a throaty laugh, “I thought you were a Lane.”

“I am,” he protested angrily, but that seemed to amuse his sister more. She dramatically sighed and shook her head, “You’re another sad Kent man.”

Jon covered his face with a groan, “You aren’t funny.”

“I’m hilarious, actually,” she preened.

“Order number: 67,” a voice politely interrupted them. Larissa took her two cups with a smile, “Thank you. Have a good one.”

“You too,” she said as Jon got up.

“Thank you,” he rushed out. “Your hair looks super pretty.”

“Thank you,” the barista smiled, her eyes squinting from the expression. Her cheeks became red as well.

“Really Jon,” Larissa said at a level that only brother could hear. “Super?”

That made him suck in a breath, he pulled cash out of his pocket not checking what he’d grabbed, and chucked it at the table they’d been waiting at. He rushed past the young woman and pulled his sister out of the establishment.

Jon practically shoved her into the truck after opening the door for her. He sped around to the driver’s side and started it. After a minute of driving from the coffee house Larissa was having a hard time containing her laughter.

“Will you stop it,” Jon stressed every word. “It was bad, I know.”

“Oh I know. It’s just,” Larissa smiled at him as he stopped at the red light. “You forgot your drink when you tipped her.”

Jon let his head rest on the steering wheel. Honking at everyone.

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Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens - Chapter 1

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Smallville didn’t have much go on in its’ borders, at least they could say that before the meteor shower nearly five decades ago. Since then there had only been…chaos as a simple way of putting it.

It had calmed down though, Metropolis now got to suffer at the hands of all the “mysterious circumstances.” Though they knew more of the truth now than when that had all started.

Stores had closed, new ones opened, people had died, moved, so on and so forth. One thing that had stayed, surprisingly, was The Talon. That old movie theater turned coffee shop by Lana Lang and Lex Luthor.

See Zoé’s father had been a very close friend of Oliver Queen, prior to the reveal, and will was. So when the Kent Farm was used for close friends and family events, Christopher was invited, and eventually he started bringing his daughter.

Zoé fell in love with the town as much as she loved New York, so after all the Paris mayhem, she brought her sister to the town. It was perfect for the reforming diva, no one knew her, at least they didn’t know her face.

Slowly but surely Chloé fell in love with it too. It was drastically different, but it wasn’t…it wasn’t bad.

And you know what’s handy about briefly being a hero? Being light on your feet, yeah, she’s had practice since she started helping Marinette’s family but despite being a small town they sure had a lot of people come through.

And this young man was one she’d seen plenty of times, but was the first she’d interacted with him. He hadn't been in a while according to her co-worker.

“Hey, can I get a black coffee with this much creamer,” he moved his hand in a quick pouring motion. “I have no idea how to say how much, but do you see? I have no idea how else to tell you, I’m so sorry.”

Chloé kept her composure, pretty well, considering anytime she overheard him overexplaining orders to her co-workers she let herself have a quiet laugh. Her lips were firmly pressed in a polite smile as she nodded.

“It’s okay, I assure you. I’ll do that-” she did the quick pouring motion ��-much in your cup.”

His expression was a wonderful mixture of embarrassment and relief. He gave a smile to her that made his glasses raise a little, her polite smile slightly enlarged at the movement.

“Will that be all?” she asked looking between the register and him.

“Oh yeah an, a, well is that machine working again yet or not?” he pointed to the clearly unplugged espresso machine. “My sister said it was broken and so he hasn't been coming in because of it and so he doesn't actually know if you’ve gotten it fixed.”

Chloé almost sighed, almost.

“I’m sorry to say, but it's still broken and we haven't been able to fix it ourselves. We’re currently waiting on a guy to come in. Is there something else I can get for you or will that be all?”

The guy puffed his cheeks out, making his glasses move again. He blew the air out looking at the food display instead, “It’s okay. Can I just get a muffin with it too, please?”

“Right on it,” Chloé nodded.

Barely a minute and she was handing him a to-go cup and a muffin in a paper bag.

“That’ll be 12.99,” she said as he opened his wallet. He paused for a moment glancing at her.

“I didn't tell you which creamer to use,” his words were slow.

“You’re in here at least 3 times a week,” Chloé raised an eyebrow. “I don't usually serve you but I’ve caught your order.”

He blinked before ducking his head and slapping a bill on the counter and grabbing his order, “Thank-you, I-don't-need-a-receipt, keep-the-change.”

Chloé, not that she’d admit it, jumped at him running off after slapping the counter. She picked up the bill. A 20, she smiled to herself as she put that into the register and greeted the next customer.

Outside Jon Kent threw the paper bag at his older sister, and buckled up.

“Jesus dude,” the young woman grumbled as she started the truck. “The machine still broke?”

“Yeah,” Jon’s voice was a little too high. His sister glanced at him but decided not to say anything.

“That sucks. Guess I’ll just have to go to old Beanery,” Larissa said, not practically liking the idea. She pulled out into traffic as she continued, “That place always sucks to go into. Oh you’re Clark’s daughter? You’re Chloe’s niece?” Her voice went comically high-pitched before dropping back to her regular voice, “How about you mind your business, you’re like 70.”

That made Jon snort, “Which is why I like Metropolis, or flying to Gotham. Usually don't get that spiel.”

“Pft, I wish,” Larissa murmured, but she knew her brother heard her perfectly clearly.

“The barista says they’re having a guy come in to fix it soon,” Jon said quickly. Larissa raised an eyebrow at him, making him continue, “Since you didn't seem to be listening.”

“You know I don't like listening in,” she frowned.

“Lara, my point is, we can avoid the Beanery a little longer,” he grinned at his sister.

Larissa looked over at him, holding back a smirk, “Okay.”

The next time she glanced at him her smirk was well-placed on her, as her brother smiled as he drank his coffee.

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Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens

Chloé Bourgeois has found the perfect town to disappear to and has finally established herself away from her previous life, most importantly away from masks and money.

Jon Kent is figuring out where he wants to go and keeps coming back home. Superman is a big role to fill, he doesn't know how his older sisters handle taking up Supergirl and investigative journalist so well.

Chloé’s met an adorable well known up-and-coming reporter; Jon’s met a sweet and fiery French barista. Now who’s gonna tell the capes and companies to stay out of the way?

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Join the author as they struggle to mesh Smallville and comics lore 🫶

Note: there is Jonathan Samuel Kent, son of Clark and Lois, their most recognized child, and Jonathan Sullivan-Queen, son of Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen from the show “Smallville”, name dropped in it’s continuing comic “Season 11.” and I changed his names spelling to “Johnathan/John” to help differentiate them better.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Could we?

For Malachite Milestones and Shutterbug Scoops | [Ao3] [Wattpad - MM] [Wattpad - SS].

Malachite Milestones:

Group: Rhodonite Ravagers

Ship: Alley Cat; Jaydrien; Jason Todd/Adrien Agreste

Shutterbug Scoops:

Additions • Add Sprinkles; Add Fluff

Flavors; Prompts • Chocolate Therapy; No Prompt

Scoops; Characters • 1 Scoop; 2 Characters

Toppings; Tropes • Banana; No Tropes

Sauces; AUs • Fudge; No AUs

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Adrien stared at the ceiling, a contemplative look on his face. He’d stopped scrolling through his phone for a noticeable while, but of course his boyfriend noticed. His perfect weighted blanket boyfriend that loved to read.

Which he was at this moment, until Adrien felt him slightly lower his book, “What’s bothering you?”

Adrien pursed his lips in consideration. It was kinda a big thing to spring on someone, and he knew Jason wasn’t ready for it. He had a big heart; a heart he tried his damndest to hide from everyone.

Adrien took a deep breath, which was hard to do with a giant tank of a boyfriend laying on top of him. He turned off his phone, letting it just sit on the man’s back. The blond took a slow breath in as he played with the hair at the base of Jason’s head.

“I- those- I’m,” Adrien struggled before groaning. Adrien covered his face with the hand not on the side his boyfriend had hostage, “Kwami, this is hard.”

Before the blond realized what was happening Jason had slipped a bookmark in his book, and let the book lightly drop to the floor. Adrien let out a surprised yelp, and heard his phone thump to the floor. He’d taken a sharp breath, his eyes widened, looking into the glowing blue-green sea.

Jason adjusted the throw pillow underneath to make his back more comfortable, a small sigh through his nose looking at his boyfriend. He leaned his head forward and raised his eyebrows.

Adrien felt his cheeks heat up as Jason’s calloused hands held them and he whispered in a low voice, “Take a moment to breathe, and to think.”

Adrien swallowed, “I love you.”

Jason laughed and kissed Adrien’s forehead, “I love you too, but that’s not what you’re trying to say.”

Adrien glanced away from Jason’s lop-sided smirk, “Yeah.” Adrien’s voice was soft, like he was telling a secret, “I just…you know those kids we help.”

Jason’s smirk softened to a small smile, “Yeah.”

“You already do a lot for them-“

“We,” Jason corrected, “We help them.”

“Right,” Adrien nodded, “We do a lot to help them but I was thinking, thinking that maybe we could, and you know this is just a thought. We don’t have to do this, and I don’t want to push you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Adrien, please just say what you’re thinking,” Jason’s voice was firm but patient.

Adrien pursed his lips and sighed, “I was thinking we could take some in? Or just one. I just think it could be something more…”

Adrien trailed off, watching Jason carefully. His face still before becoming hard as he usually did as he thought over things. Soon softened, smiling at Adrien. Jason took a hand and brushed it through his golden locks, looking thoughtful in the way when he’d already kinda had made up his mind.

“I’d love to Goldie,” his voice gruff but full of adoration. He pressed a soft kiss as he held his boyfriend.

Adrien held a large smile on his face as he held the back of Jason’s neck, “Really?”

Jason snorted, “Yes.”

Adrien gave him a peck before jumping up and calling for Plagg. Bygul turned back with a grin, “Get ready.”

Jason rolled his eyes as he got up, “Really want to be running on the roofs this early, the sun isn’t even down yet.”

“Come on, you like it when we go out early. Scares the baddies,” Bygul said before willing the bottom of his helmet to close.

“Fancy pants,” Jason murmured with no real irritation.

Bygul shook his hips, his grin ever evident through the helmet, “You’re jealous.”

Jason turned his head away to hide his amused smile while grabbing his jacket. He wasn’t jealous, just that his was more convenient.

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Scratchy

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Malachite Milestones:

Group: Rhodonite Ravagers

Ship: Red Wasp ; Vesperake ; Tim Drake/Zoé Lee

Shutterbug Scoops:

Additions • Add Sprinkles; Add Fluff

Flavors; Prompts • Orange Sherbert; Hands

Scoops; Characters • 1 Scoop; 2 Characters

Toppings; Tropes • Banana; No Tropes

Sauces; AUs • Fudge; No AUs

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Zoé tapped her fingers on the wheel as she watched the light. She blew out a breath and stretched so she was pressed against her seat.

She was now wishing she’d just stayed home, or better yet been on the subway. But Tim had insisted she take the car, because he wasn't using it today. Even though he knows that taking the subway is faster, and you're less likely to end up with this.

You know what, maybe they should have moved to California for her job, maybe she should have moved to Gotham full-time.

But no. No. They both agreed on New York, so he’d stop focusing on vigilante things better, and so she could take a break from filming for a bit.

Zoé pulled ahead when finally the people ahead of her started going. She let out a soft huff as she kept having to stop and go. Next time, she was not letting Tim talk her into using the car again. She’ll just go and get on the subway, like she usually did.

Half an hour later she was pulling into the parking complex. Which made her think of another thing! If they didn't have the car in the first place they wouldn't have the parking fee on their monthly bills.

She tried to tell Tim that they didn't need a car, but he wouldn't listen. It’s not her fault he grew up in a quicker-to-navigate city. Truly that was possibly a blessing, living in a densely populated area that could still be easily transported around.

Zoé rubbed her hands down her face and let out an exhausted breath.

She’s home; work’s good; Tim is making dinner; she could relax.

She grabbed her purse and locked the car up before heading to their apartment. Zoé glanced between the staircase and the elevator, she knew the obvious answer. She had already made the decision before even making here, but she was considering taking the stairs to maybe help wake her up a bit more.

She pursed her lips before rolling her eyes, having made up her mind. Soon enough she was in the elevator, slouching against the cool metal transport box.

She really hoped Tim wasn’t finished with dinner, meaning she could just lie down for a hot second before eating. She couldn’t even remember what they agreed on…or what Tim chose. Whatever it was, she knew it would be good.

The elevator dinged and Zoé brought herself up, grabbing her keys out of her purse. She as quickly as she could for as tired as she felt unlocked the door, being sure to lock it behind her.

The smell of pepper, eggs, and bacon was what first registered to her senses. Zoé couldn’t help herself, she closed her eyes inhaling the smell of food in their home with a pleased hum. She had slipped off her shoes before she even reopened her eyes, a rather large smile on her face as she hung up her purse and coat.

The blond was a little more than eager making her down the short hallway to the rest of their home, hanging her keys despite her fast steps. She had to stop abruptly at what greeted her over the countertops to the kitchen.

Her boyfriend in his favorite pair of Batman-themed pajama bottoms, her daffodil diagram crop top, and headphones that also acted to help hold his hair back from his face.

Zoé’s mouth had been slightly parted in confusion at the scene before her, but she slowly leaned against the wall as a small, soft, and extremely amused smile graced her lips. She held herself at her elbows and let her head rest against the wall, watching her boyfriend nod his head side to side to whatever music may be playing. She had no doubt he already knew she was there. He was simply enjoying himself in the kitchen.

Tim turned to her and gave a wide smile, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Zoé pressed her lips together in a tight smile, one that made her eyes squint at him. She didn’t want to move, just watch this moment, this moment of her adorable boyfriend walking around the kitchen with a stolen shirt.

Wasn’t that her job? To steal his clothes? There’s rules weren’t there?

It only made sense for Tim to break even the silliest of rules.

“Welcome home,” the shirt thief said lovingly as he made his way to her, “Dinner’s done.”

“I see that,” Zoé spoke as she stopped leaning against the wall.

“Really? You look close to passing out,” he teased.

Zoé locked her fingers on the nape of his neck and leaned her head back, “Promise I’m not quite there Rob.”

“You sure Honey,” he leaned closer to her, and reached his hands around her to hold his wrists.

“I’m quite sure,” she insisted in an almost whisper. She leaned up, both of them smiling as they kissed, but Zoé had to pull away. A soft laugh came from her lips and she brought one her hands to cover her mouth.

“What,” Tim’s brows came down in confusion, and his mouth practically a pout.

“You’re scratchy,” Zoé giddily snickered behind her hand.

Tim frowned and reached for his face, rubbing the light stubble that had started making itself known. His voice was a little disheartened, “Guess I forgot the past few nights. I’ll shave tonight.”

“No,” Zoé grabbed his face. She grinned, “I like it.” Almost as though to prove it she kissed him again. With a bright smile she said, “You should grow it out a little. You’ve never had much facial hair.”

“I have,” Tim argued, but Zoé shook her head.

“Fake ones don’t count,” she stated firmly. She looked between his eyes and the stubble, she ran her thumb over it, “Just try it out.”

Tim sighed, “Because you asked.”

“Thank you,” she extended the second word before kissing the man again.

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Un-Break Astronomy

“As much as it seems like you own my heart,

It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart,

…

From far away, I wish I'd stayed with you,

But here, face to face, a stranger that I once knew”

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“The nights are so unkind,

Bring back those nights when I held you beside me,

…

Take back that sad word goodbye,

Bring back the joy to my life,

…

I can't forget the day you left,

Time is so unkind,

And life is so cruel without you here beside me”

Red Wasp / Vesperake centric AU

Parts under the cut:

Inescapable

Our Bereavement - | 1 | 2 | 3 | ? ? ? ? |

More Than A Bump - Poem - [Ao3]

??????

??????

Out of Reach

Hardly The First, But This was Fresh

??????

Dwelling In Epoch

??????

If Only She Knew (What He Would Do)

Hold On, Please

Stellular Resurrection

Surprise [Might Change Title]

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Other things:

Pintrest

Pintrest Board - This board is specific to this AU. Separated between Zoé and Tim, and anything that both or relates to both of them.

Bonus Board - A general Red Wasp Board I have curated.

Ao3 Series

Wattpad - Note: Not Currently Published, all parts will be published in order as best to my ability. Simply to avoid confusion over there.

Spotify Playlist - Because I’m cool like that /j It was made to help me write, but here it is if you guys are interested.

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Ring

For Malachite Milestones and Shutterbug Scoops | [Ao3] [Wattpad - MM] [Wattpad - SS]

Malachite Milestones:

Group: Rhodonite Ravagers

Ship: Red Wasp ; Vesperake ; Tim Drake/Zoé Lee

Shutterbug Scoops:

Flavors; Prompts • Chocolate Therapy; No Prompt

Scoops; Characters • 1 Scoop; 2 Characters

Toppings; Tropes • Banana; No Tropes

Sauces; AUs • Fudge; No AUs

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Tim really hadn’t expected to be tired at this event, at least not until he left; usually he could push the exhaustion away enough to be his usual socialite-self. It appears that he might have too much on his plate again.

His eyes took everyone on the dance floor, surrounding it, and those like him: sitting at their assigned table. Truthfully he couldn’t even remember who had even invited them at this point, maybe tomorrow he’d remember.

He blinked hard a few times trying to stay awake. Tim lazily swirled his drink, hoping the motion would keep him from passing out at this event. He wished Bruce had been able to make it, or better yet, go and he could skip the whole thing.

Maybe next time he could get Damian to come instead…

Actually nevermind, it would be odd for a teenager to come without a parent or guardian of sorts.

Tim took a sharp intake of breath but was able to register who was touching his forehead before opening his eyes. He let out a deep breath as he opened his eyes. Tim smiled up at Zoé as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” his voice came out a little more exhaunted than he’d like.

“Hey,” she replied in a teasing tone.

“What,” Tim laughed quietly.

Zoé hummed with raised eyebrows, “I wonder.”

“Wonder what,” Tim inquired whilst fighting laughter.

“Why you’re a few minutes away from passing out at this reception.” Zoé held his hair back as she said, “This wedding reception.”

Tim pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Told you to have Babs do last night,” Zoé said with a tug of his hair.

“Aye,” Tim protested, pulling himself from the blond. He ignored those at tables surrounding them, watching, instead he focused on Zoé, “I’m sorry, we already had it scheduled and didn’t want to drop it at the last minute for sleep.”

“This wedding was also scheduled,” Zoé stated, using her arms to keep her up with his seat.

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had prior engagements,” Tim raised an eyebrow accusingly. His smile though was soft and his eyes showed it to be a genuine question.

“Marinette got the fitting and adjustments done faster than anticipated, so I decided to take a flight back early,” she shrugged. “Besides I’d rather be at home with you a day early than be on a flight back before that shoot on Sunday.”

“I feel very special honey,” Tim nodded over at the couple on the dance floor, “The newlyweds know you came late?”

“I messaged her maid of honor,” Zoé nodded to the woman crying at the food table. “She said she didn’t mind that much. Just glad I could show up to celebrate.”

“That’s nice,” he said. She nodded before a french accent sounded off on some attendee of the party. Tim watched amused as the young woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Chloé?”

“Chloé,” she softly repeated.

“Shouldn’t we be running to save a server? It’s been awhile.”

“Actually Marinette and I got her to truly learn not to be so harsh on them,” she smiled, looking triumphant.

“Really? How’d you do it?”

“Got her to work in customer service,” Zoé grinned.

“No,” Tim’s smile widened. “When? How didn’t I know?”

“Few years ago, when we weren’t on good terms,” she glanced at the table for a second. Tim let out a sound of understanding before she continued, “Adrien and Kagami joined in, making it much easier.”

“How’d that go for Adrien,” Tim squined at her.

“It was certainly harder to get him one without the customers recognizing him. Decided the U.S. would be better for less recognizability,” she nodded with a small smile.

Tim looked behind her, “Should we at least help whoever's at the receiving end?”

“Come on,” Zoé raised her eyebrows again, she reached for his hands. “She doesn’t need babysitting. I came here to celebrate a wedding and to be with you.” she gave them a squeeze, “Want a dance?”

Tim smiled, “You sure I won’t pass out on the dancefloor?”

Zoé rolled her eyes as she drugged him to his feet, “Then I’d be reconsidering our relationship.”

“So don’t fall asleep?” Tim leaned into her face, teasing some more as she led them to the dance floor.

“Don’t fall asleep,” she said as they made it to the dancefloor.

They swayed, foreheads touching, and sweet content smiles. Zoé opened her eyes to glance at the bride and groom walking off the dancefloor; giving a quick kiss as they scurried off. Her smile grew a little wider, and almost sad.

“What is it,” Tim asked, eyes still closed.

“Just thinking about our wedding,” the woman’s voice was soft, wishful in a way.

Tim’s smile broke into a grin, “What about it?”

“I just, I just want it to be as calm as this. No villains, no timelines to hold off so they can get fixed, no one in the shadows– No threats,” Zoé sounded more heartbroken as she went on.

Tim opened his eyes and pulled his face back a little to see her properly, “Is that why you haven't picked a date?”

“I–” she sighed. “What if we pick a day and that's the day the world ends for the sixtieth time?”

“Honey,” his serious tone quiet, “There’s going to be Supers, highly trained vigilantes, and people who can tip the balance of the universe at our wedding.” He brought his hand up and moved some loose strands, “I’m sure no matter what date we decide everything will happen without some organization crashing the important parts.

“And we know exactly who’s coming, so there’s no surprise assassins attending,” he joked.

“That's not funny,” she leaned away with a frown.

“It is,” he grinned.

“You know I can just call it off if that's how this gonna be,” Zoé raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.

“You won’t,” he said before kissing her forehead.

Zoé put her hand in view and smiled at the ring, “I know.”

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: The Night We Met

Type of Poem: Free Verse (10)

Ship: Timari (20)

Points: 10 + 20 = 30

Total Points: 86 + 30 = 116

Poem:

Remember the night we met

Told you that gimik was taken

You simply smirked and said,

“Not where I’m from.”

Then you bested me

Without so mush as a frustrated glare

It was almost as if you controlled the outcome

Just full of utter glee

And you fled

You certainly has a flare

Decided you were a threat

We were so brazen

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title:

Type of Poem: Elegy - Tercet Stanzas - Formatted (7)

Ship: Daminette - Kneepads (5)

Points: 7 + 5 = 12

Total Points: 74 + 12 = 86

Poem:

I’m used to this,

Seeing the light dwindle,

Feeling warmth fade…

Wonder if they ever followed…

As I continued on,

Watching as I put others under that same blade.

Your skin sends chills thorugh my being

Not by any cooling of your body,

Simply because I know it will cool.

My hands usually don’t shake.

Years ago I would have watched fondly,

Now I again became a tool.

Please Understand,

I never wanted your funeral,

Not due to any sunshade.

I hope you know

I’ll be an unbearable scorn

While I mourn

Cause you are everything

I ever needed

Or ever want

Please Forgive Me,

Please Hayati,

I wouldn’t have chosen this.

You know that don’t you?

That’s why you’re smiling,

Because you know there’s more to this story…

Will you follow me Hayati?

Just as I followed you?

Watch as I pull this blade once more?

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: More than a bump

Type of Poem: FreeVerse (10)

Ship: Vesperake/Lake (Tim/Zoé) - Patchwork (12)

Points: 12 + 10 = 22

Total Points: 52 + 22 = 74

Poem:

What happened?

Feels like it happened so suddenly.

Where have you gone?

I reach for you,

And there’s only air.

I feel almost abandoned.

I’m familiar with this, being lonely.

This is no new dawn…

But with you?

It’s all unfair.

I am unheartened

Feels like we’re being torn

This seems worse than a snare

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: Coffee Haven

Type of Poem: Freeverse (10)

Ship: Timari (20)

Points: 20 + 10 = 30

Total Points: 22 + 30 = 52

Poem:

Coffee Stains

and

Coffee breath

Just

so

content

Forgetting what came before

Now in a haven

that came from loss

and new love

We’re still so sore

Now we wait for the other

hoping for not another loss

all these other times were more than enough

I’ll make that quell,

that all ends with you.

Everything else,

just not you.

I’ve planned for this result,

I won’t lose you.

So pretend to forget what came before

This is our haven

the effect of our losses

both save and damned by love

We won’t go ashore

This vessel our cover

from new losses

and mad droves

Just

so

present

Coffee haven

and

Coffee lover

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: Meet an Eclipse

Type of Poem: Free Verse (10)

Ship: Dukette - Patchwork (12)

Points: 10 + 12 = 22

Total Points: 22

Poem:

So quick,

So quiet,

I almost didn't notice

Make my eyes flitter

There’s your life

Short

Our meet

Simply short

Barely a glimpse.

Now my life is stuck in an Eclipse.

[mae-dwrites]

Events

Featured: Jasonette July • Shutterbug Station • Mayday • Malachite Milestones

Links under the cut <3

Jasonette July 2022 (Ao3)

Aim

Target

Strike

Jasonette July 2024 (Ao3)

Misbehavin’ - D2 - R

Protector - D3 - R

Unsteady - D4 - P

One Thing Right - D10 - P

Home - D21 - R

From The Grave - D28 - P

Shutterbug Station 2024

Bonus Day 1: Meme - Chloé/Jason

Angst Day 1: Meme - Chloé/Jason

Angst Day 3: Meme - Chloé/Jason

Fluff Day 3: Meme - Alley Cat

Final Bonus Day: Fanfiction - Angst - Tim Drake & Zoé Lee

Final Angst Day: Fanfiction - Tim Drake & Zoé Lee

1 of 10 no prompt: Fanfiction - Angst - Zoé Lee/Jon Kent, Chloé Bourgeois, Damian Wayne

Mayday 2024 (Ao3)

Poem 1: Meet an Eclipse

Poem 2: Coffee Haven

Poem 3: More than a bump

Poem 4: Follow, My Life

Poem 5: The Night We Met

Malachite Milestones Event (Mae’s Version) 2024 (Ao3) (Wattpad)

Ring

Scratchy

Could we?

Shutterbug Scoops 2024 | Note: Cross-Submitted with the Malachite Milestones Event | (Ao3) (Wattpad)

Ring

Scratchy

Could we?

Summerween Special 2024 | (Ao3) (Wattpad)

B5 - Chapter 1 of Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens

C2 - Chapter 2 of Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens

Adribat October 2024 | (Ao3) (Wattpad)

Day ??

Day 5 - Jack O’ Lanterns - fanart

Day ??

Day 26 - Hot Beverages.

[mae-dwrites]

I’m Not Her (and I’ll Never Be) - Ao3

Chloé knew she was late, she was always late, you say whatever you want about Marinette but she wasn’t late in the ways that mattered. Chloé had been emotionally stunted and immature for years, she didn’t catch social cues till it’s been two too many beats, had things go over her head even. It wasn’t her fault, she knew that, but sometimes it sure felt like she had poisoned herself.

She’d ruined her own future and messed up a lot, but this felt like the Universe shoving it down her face. Telling her, “Look. This could’ve been you.”

Chloé swallowed, looking between the two, “I’m so happy for you.” Chloé smiled at Zoé, “You deserve nothing but happiness.”

Her sister smiled, too entrapped in her own euphoria to notice how forced Chloé’s own was, “Thank you Chloé,” she hugged her sister tightly.

“Yes, congratulations are in order,” Damian stated with a bright smile at his best friend. Jon seemed to shine with pride, Chloé watched as Damian brought Jon into a hug. Jon gave Chloé his big beautiful smile, her gut twisted with guilt.

He was happy.

Her sister was happy.

Chloé looked back to her sister, her smile more easy when she saw her rosy cheeks. Chloé raised her eyebrows and yanked her hand up, “Let me take a look at this. It better be good.”

It was pretty, a silver band with small stones around the band. Chloé’s face softened; simple and not too flashy. Perfect for her sister. Jon really knew her.

“Well?” Jon asked with a nervous smile. Chloé rolled her eyes, “I guess it’ll do.”

Jon smiled so big and Chloé tensed in his sudden hug but made herself relax. Jon whispered, “Thank you Chloé.”

“Of course Boy Scout,” Chloé said back. She gave a stern look and pointed in the journalist’s face, “Same thing as last time. Hurt her and I’m buying Kryptonite.”

“Right, right,” Jon said with a seemingly unimpressed look. Zoé pointed a light-hearted glare at her sister, “You can threaten him at the wedding.”

“Like that’s any better,” Jon exclaimed with poorly contained laughter. He pulled Zoé by the waist and kissed her temple.

“Who else knows,” Damian asked, uncomfortable by the display. He didn’t mind, but he didn’t quite feel comfortable with tons of it obliviously. Chloé could almost laugh about it.

“Mom, and her dads,” Jon said, “and now you two.”

Chloé did laugh at that, “Son of Steel can’t face the mere-mortal Audrey Bourgeois?”

“She’s…scary,” Jon admitted softly. Zoé patted him, “She’s not that bad.”

“You were able to see her every other day for years,” Chloé laminated. “I believe his fear is warranted, but,” she looked back to Jon, “he is being ridiculous. You’re practically invincible.”

“Emotional abuse is very effective,” Jon frowned.

“Well you better get to informing everyone else,” Damian said pointedly. “You won’t be able to keep it low for long. Not with everyone we’re surrounded by.”

“True that,” Chloé said, she immediately sucked in a breath, “Hope I never say that again.”

“Again, the people we surround ourselves with, Bourgeois,” Damian grimaced in sympathy.

Jon had nodded to himself, “You’re right. It won’t be much of a surprise if it isn’t shared soon.”

“Guess we can plan how to tell everyone else,” Zoé stated unsure.

“Oh most definitely, you should,” Damian nodded. Chloé squinted at him with a face that read, “What the hell are you doing?”

Jon lit up and looked down at Zoé, “We can make it fun. Something to make them think.”

Zoé raised an eyebrow, Jon took her hands gently and tugged her along, “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Last time you said that I almost died,” Zoé reminded him dryly as she followed him out of the room.

“Let’s forget that,” Jon’s voice would have cracked a few years ago.

Chloé sighed once they were out of the room, her gaze slid to Damian, “What was that about?”

“You obviously couldn’t handle being around them. You need time to digest the information,” Damian said as though it was so obvious.

“I was doing just fine,” Chloé sneered, taking a step in his face. “Besides, shouldn’t you be off celebrating with him? You seemed very pleased.”

Damian frowned, “Chloé, I am happy for Jon. He’s happy and that’s all I ever want for him. It’s everything I want for him, and for you; even if you believe you don’t deserve it.” Chloé opened her mouth but nothing came out, and Damian continued, “I have told you time and again to take the time to learn who you are, and what you want. Kagami has given the same advice as she has given your dear friend Dupain-Cheng, to not hesitate. Yet that appears to be the only thing you do, even when you were riding your high horse, wearing your wealth with pride.”

Damian leaned down, “I tried to tell you to take your chance, I am sorry you are distressed but I won’t let that ruin this for my best friend and your sister. I don’t like seeing you pained, so I took the cause out of the room.

“But I guess my consideration is never appreciated,” Damian took a step back. He sighed, “I hope your wits about you the next time you see them because I believe you will be the Maid of Honor, and I simply postponed Lee from asking that.”

Chloé looked away her face red with embarrassment. She hated he was right, he was usually right. He was like Marinette in that facet but far more brazen.

“I will be going now,” Damian stated, he placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder. He gave a small, unusual sight directed at her, smile, “I’d like you to know, I am here if you need a friend Chloé.”

Chloé mustered a smile, “Thank you, Damian. For, for everything.”

Damian squeezed her shoulder before leaving her in the room.

Chloé let out a long sigh, she faced the ceiling blinking back tears. She pursed her lips, she was happy for them. She was happy for Zoé. She was happy for Jon.

How could she not?

Chloé swallowed, she knew that answer.

She wanted it to be her. She was just as angry as she was happy. She was still selfish, she still wanted the sweetest guy, and especially wanted to keep him from the sweetest girl.

No amount of blinking stopped the tears today. Chloé made a very unflattering snort, she laughed through the tears.

“I shouldn’t have invited her,” Chloé sobbed to herself. She shook her head to herself, “I should have gone alone.”

Would that have made a difference? They would have met eventually. Chloé would have been too late still, wouldn’t she? Too late to know what she wanted. Jon would still meet Zoé and find everything he wanted.

Zoé was kind, and funny. The girl was a bleeding heart, compassionate to a fault. She could charm the walls down of anyone if she wanted to. Zoé wasn’t raised to be some passive-aggressive rabid dog.

Chloé collapsed onto the couch, she humorlessly laughed, “I’m not her. I’ll never be, I can’t be that.”

Chloé bit her lip and pulled her legs to her chest.

She was too late, and she’d long grown out of ruining others' lives for her own gain.

[mae-dwrites]

Dwelling in Epoch - Ao3

Out of Reach is connected to this.

-

Zoé Lee was many things, a sister, a friend, a model, an actress, a protector of ancient magic, a company heir, and despite how many people all those titles surrounded her in…she was alone. Her island was simply a harbor, a collection of every person who came by, shops of knowledge, storage of what they’d offered her during their stay, and leftovers washing on her shores.

The most consistent vessel to dock was that of Timothy Jackson Drake.

He had been the only one for years that Zoé didn’t put a mask on, and Tim never had a mask with her. At least she thought so. He became a little distant, he’d go days without so much as a quick text, he avoided what had been his favorite topic, he didn’t tell her when his parents died or when Bruce Wayne took him in, he’d go missing for weeks and she’d only get a quiet apology.

He used to tell her every little detail, show her every photo he took, and suddenly he stopped.

Zoé was able to see when he slid from one mask to the other, and now she could feel it every time as he moved around the room from guest to guest. This was how it’s been for months now, galas walking around feeling the changes in others but none were so noticeable as her old friend. Right now she could sense him across the room, he’d had the same mask on for the past twenty minutes talking to a group of people.

Zoé spun her drink around as she stood, hiding at the food table. She used to be too scared, thinking she’d be suffocated by the eyes judging her. Now she knew it was where those who do the judging survey the herd.

Her eyes flittered in the area as she felt him change again, it was a strange feeling. Humans were ever-changing creatures, but the sheer amount they did amazed Zoé. To think both Hawkmoths had underutilized the Butterfly so ignominiously was simply…shameful.

Zoé looked down at her glass before downing the last of it. She sighed as she felt the mask slip and twist from afar. She smiled softly to herself like she was amused by a joke, a joke only she knew at that.

The perfect champion, truly.

The young woman felt every fluctuation and knew exactly where he was with each millimeter. It was almost comforting in a sense, there were hundreds of people in this room and yet they were all a light breeze to his large shadow to the blazing heat.

She glanced in his current direction with pursed lips, consideration. She hadn’t actually seen him all night, not even a glimpse, and her feet felt heavy. Whether because she hadn’t gone to him or because she wanted to Zoé couldn’t tell, but she straightened her posture and took confident strides to the Wayne.

She saw his dark head of hair and her smile grew, she ignored the raised eyebrows from the two he was speaking to, and she ignored the people who watched her make her way across the floor.

She tapped his shoulder with a wide smile making Tim turn around, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he blinked looking her over. Zoé was almost inclined to flick him between the eyes but decided against it.

“I’m not interrupting anything important I hope,” she said politely but her demeanor teasing to the young man.

Tim’s eyes shot up, his masks shifted, twisted, melted, and scattered. Zoé raised her eyebrows and smirked, she loved it when she felt more than a simple slide, it wasn’t a true transformation without a journey. His cheeks dusted pink and it made her smirk softer.

He never did change that much, did he?

“No, no, no,” Tim turned to the two behind him, “No,” he faced Zoé again, “You’re not interrupting anything.”

Zoé couldn’t stop the light laughter that erupted from her lips making Tim redden and his masks shrivel around.

“We’ll leave you,” one of the men said with a smile.

“Oh, okay, we will continue another time, yeah?” Tim asked as the two walked away.

“Sure thing Mr. Wayne,” the other said before they disappeared. The comment made Tim sigh through his nose.

“Are they wrong though,” Zoé leaned closer with raised eyebrows. Tim just rolled his eyes with a huffed, “I’m not as bothered as before, just my name.”

Zoé frowned lightly, “Your name is everything, Tim. Don’t let them pick and choose which parts matter.”

Tim looked at her, his hair barely touching his eyelashes, Zoé held back the urge to move his hair from his face. His eyes watched her very closely, “France, right?”

“You know it,” Zoé laughed glancing away. She was very similar to the type Tim dealt with regularly.

“You don’t even use your mother’s name,” Tim frowned in disgust on her behalf.

“Yet everyone else does,” she joked. Every article, every interview, every post, it got more than annoying. The only people who got it right were some news stations, her friends, and colleagues. Zoé gave a strained smile, “My mom always had the spotlight.”

“I think you look better in it,” Tim admitted quietly, he gave an awkward smile that made his eyes squint.

The look made Zoé freeze, her mouth dry and suddenly became more aware of her hands. The phantom feeling of a hilt appeared and her hand tightened on it, her arm felt tight like when she prepared the strike. The smell of blood wafted through her nose at the memory. The uncontrollable fear that had wrapped its way around her.

“Zoé?” Tim’s face became concerned and smooth.

The cut her mind had placed was gone but not forgotten.

Zoé rubbed her throat absentmindedly, “I’m fine, just…memories.”

Tim watched her with deeper concern, “You sure?”

I’d like to hope so, she thought, but she said, “Yes Tim. I’m fine.”

“Zoé why don’t we step out for a moment,” Tim started but Zoé just smiled and shook her head.

“It’s all good I promise.”

“I don’t-”

“Oh, Timothy!” A woman exclaimed.

“I’ll leave you to your connections,” Zoé said ignoring the hollow pit that formed. Ignoring Tim trying to speak to her as she slipped into the crowd. Ignoring the eyes as she got closer to the doors. Ignoring the burning in her eyes and the pinch on her palms.

For all the masks they had in their hands, it was the physical ones that would get in the way every time. Every time she was dragged to hold the line as Bunnix fixed one small thing, she held the line till the person changed their mind, and she held the line till Tim changed his mind once.

That once had been the worst time she’d fought him, cause he recognized her that time. Zoé knew it was her who caused it that time.

The archipelago she resided in couldn’t allow him to be a permanent ship, she couldn’t let him dock.

[mae-dwrites]

Out of Reach - Ao3

Related: Dwelling In Epoch

-

Tim flopped onto the couch of the private parlor room.

He really wished he didn’t need to attend these galas, he wasn’t the only one of course but seriously he deserved to just…not. Just not.

Tim laughed silently to himself, he sounded so mature.

“What’s so funny,” a sweet but amused voice asked. The door clicked behind her.

Tim brought himself up on his elbows, “Oh you know the usual. Underestimated heir, condescending groups of old men, bleh.” Tim shifted onto his back on the last word, “So fun.”

Zoé rolled her eyes with an amused and exhausted expression, “I hear that.” She laughed and laid across the sitting chair beside the couch, “Everyone keeps asking if I’m looking for a man to take over so I don’t have to “worry my head over the company.” Like who are these people?”

Tim sighed, “Yep.” He popped the p at the end. “As I said, so fun.”

Zoé huffed staring at the ceiling. Tim looked over at her, she lay across the chair, legs hanging over the arms. He smiled, Damian would be threatening her to exit his seat that she was so rudely, incorrectly seated in. He wanted to reach for her hand that hung down the seat freely.

Usually, she wore florally decorated dresses, didn’t matter the event or the strict dress code. She wore flowers, whether the host didn’t complain because of her father or his didn’t matter, she got to have all the fun in the world with it. Tonight though she wore a deep blue suit, with some yellow highlights including a single yellow rose pinned to her suit.

She had been his gala buddy since he’d found her hiding at his table, she’d immediately started apologizing and tried to run. He’d always had to chase her after her, even when she was walking he barely kept up somehow.

Tim’s eyes slid shut, it had been a lot of fun, sticking together for a decade at these events. Even when he had to leave her to save them.

“Hey, Tim,” Zoé’s voice was quiet.

Tim looked over at her, “Yeah?”

“Do you,” she pursed her lips, squinting at the ceiling. “Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” She turned and looked at him after asking.

Tim’s throat dried and his eyes stared at her a little too wide. He knew the answer, the real answer. Every single answer had only made him flitter out, more and more, a deeper pit of despair.

“What about Kon or Zoé? What do they think,” he yelled at the man before him.

“Zoé is dead, killed, but it doesn’t matter,” the future him shook his head. “Once I fix it everything she’ll be back, like it never happened.”

Tim took a step back glancing between the gun that kept being readjusted and his future counterpart, “But what would she think, of any of this?”

“It doesn’t matter, she’ll be back, everyone that was killed by him will be back,” Batman- no, he wasn’t Batman, this wasn’t Batman, the man sneered at him.

Tim’s mind wandered to Kon’s return from his multiversal travels. He’d once asked, “How’s Zoé in those other Universes? Do you know?”

Kon rubbed his neck, “Oh man, uh. Most of them I didn’t really listen. The ones I did I didn’t hear her.”

“Oh,” Tim blinked with a frown. “Okay.”

Tim blinked back tears and cleared his throat, “I’d like to hope so.”

Zoé nodded, and sighed. She gave him a sad smile, a knowing smile, the one she had when she had undeniable proof, “I’d like to hope so too.”

Zoé got up, “We should get back before they say we ditched or something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tim sat up, “I’ll be out in a second.”

Zoé looked him over, he didn’t know when she started doing it so analytically, “Okay, see you out there Tim.”

Tim’s vision locked onto the cornflower in her hair, he opened his mouth to say something but she was at the door. He shouldn't bother, he’d just watch her lovingly, even if she didn’t turn back this time.

Tim looked away once the door clicked shut once more. He pinched the corners of his eyes. He swallowed and looked back to the door. Tim pushed himself up from the couch sprinting to the door.

“Zoé,” Tim called. She was at the end of the hall but she had already slid past the doors and was waving at someone. Someone else had already gotten her attention.

Tim took a step forward and stopped. She was always out of reach, every event, every dinner, every night. Zoé Lee was a few feet away from him, there was someone taking her away, something he needed to do away from her, and he could never make it up.

Maybe he wasn’t supposed to be at her side. He’d be just a few paces behind her, like always.