#i'm gonna do green eyeshadow but i have to find some in the right shade

[shredsandpatches]

Acquired some lipstick for the holiday pops concert. I think it's a good shade on me.

[kitkatd7]

Little Green Dress

Summary: Loki sees you wearing his signature color at one of Tony's parties.

I'm gonna be honest the original point of this story was for the main focus to be on the dress and turn to smut but my mind went a different direction so I'm sorry!

Loki x Reader

Warnings: None? Idk maybe a curse word or 2

Word Count: 2,419

Masterlist

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Walking through the mall with Natasha and Wanda, you scan the store windows for the perfect dress. You had been searching for hours but hadn’t found the perfect one for Tony’s party.

The girls already had theirs, Wanda’s was a gorgeous strapless floor-length gown in navy blue.

And Nat’s a black, high-low hem style dress, and an open back beside the two flimsy straps that cross.

But you hadn’t found what you were looking for yet. You knew exactly what you wanted, but it seemed no one had it.

Walking a few paces behind your best friends, you stop momentarily to examine a champagne dress with sequins parading down the skirt, turning away from it and seeing Wanda waving frantically at you from a few shops down. Walking over to where she is standing, you ask, “Okay Wan, what’s so importa-” cutting off as you gasp in surprise.

This, this was the dress. It was absolutely perfect. The three of you rushed into the store, looking around for an employee or manager. Locating the manager, you asked her if you could try on the dress, to which she kindly obliged as you were “Those famous Avengers” in her words. After acquiring the dress, you bustle towards the dressing rooms with your friends close behind.

Walking out of the stall you stop and pose with one hand on your hip in front of the girls, giving it an experimental twirl while looking in the mirror.

“So, whatcha think?” you ask, looking down at the beautiful dark green dress that swirled around your ankles. to say it was breath-taking would be an understatement. It had a slit that came halfway up your thigh and an intricate gold pattern around the waist, an open back and a low neckline.

“I think, someone wants to impress a certain tall, dark and brooding Asgardian prince.” Nat states matter-of-factly while smirking at you.

“Wha-what?” you splutter while blushing, “That's preposterous! i just like the color is all...”

“Oh, so is that why we spent the last 5 hours looking for a dress that specifically HAD to be dark green with gold?” Wanda questioned you, a similar smirk on her face and her eyes glittering with amusement. “I suppose it's just a coincidence that those happen to be Loki’s signature color, hmm?” she continues teasing you while you blush an even darker shade of red.

“Okay so fine! I wanted to impress him just a little, what’s wrong with that?” you tell them, exasperated. “Oh, nothing’s wrong with that Sugar, we just want you to be honest with yourself.” Nat jumps in again, still playing the know-it-all role. “Well can we go now? I’m hungry.” you plead, throwing a pout in their direction while walking towards the dressing room to change again.

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Sitting on the countertop of your bathroom vanity, you try to stay still as Natasha applies your glittering gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner effortlessly. She always did your eye makeup as you were terrible at doing it yourself. But in return you did her hair, that was your forte. “So, what do you want me to do with your hair tonight?” you question while hoping down from your perch.

“Surprise me.” She turns to sit with her back to you as Wanda walks in; dress on, makeup done... and hair in a frenzy. “Y/N! You have to fix this!” She screeches, gesturing towards her head while her hair flew every which way.

“Okay, okay! I can fix it, just calm down.” you tell her, trying to keep her from panicking. “I can’t calm down! This is a disaster! Vision is waiting for me downstairs and he said he has a surprise and I was supposed to be down there 10 minutes ago, and I'm late and can't fix this!” she continues, looking almost in tears at her dilemma. “Wanda Django Maximoff! Sit down and calm down before I have to pin you to the floor with my bare hands!” you half-shout at her. She stills and then sits next to Nat, calming down slightly at the use of her full name and threat, even though you both know you would never really do that to her.

“Now let me fix it.” you say, moving to stand behind her. taking out several types of brushes you tame her wild strands, then quickly add several braids before looping them into a delicate bun at the base of her head. “Okay now shoo! You don’t want to be later than necessary.” you say, laughing and ushering her towards the door. “Thank you, Babe! I’ll see you later!” she yells over her shoulder while practically running down the hallway.

Chuckling to yourself, you walk back into the bathroom and do Natasha’s hair, adding several roses throughout the thick braid that cascaded down the side of her head.

Swiftly pulling your own hair back out of your face, you twist it this way and that until it’s all in a perfect little bunch at the base of your skull, pulling out a few strands here and there to frame your face and giving it an effortless look. All while chatting away with your best friend about anything and everything.

Finally putting on your dress, you pick up your phone to find a new message.

Wan: Where are you? Someone is waiting for you

Rolling your eyes, you type out a response.

You: Be there in a minute, just adding some finishing touches.

Walking back into the bathroom, you stand next to Nat as she finishes her makeup. You start applying another layer of light pink lipstick when your phone buzzes.

Wan: You better hurry, this is the 9th time he has checked his watch in the last 3 minutes.

Opting to not answer, you shove your phone into the hidden pocket of your dress before heading downstairs with Nat.

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Checking his watch again, Loki lets out an exasperated breath. Women. Why must they always take so long to get ready?

Glancing towards the door for the umpteenth time in the past hour, he sees Natasha walk in, but no sign of Y/N.

You stop and take a moment to admire him before approaching. Wearing a jet-black suit and gold watch (which he seemed to be constantly checking) he looked gorgeous. His hair slicked back neatly, accenting his sharp cheekbones and jawline.

Checking his watch once more, he’s startled when he hears a familiar voice.

“Were you looking for someone?” you ask with a dazzling smile.

Letting his gaze rake down and then up your being, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. “You look- wow.” was all he could manage.

“That bad huh?” you joke, letting out a gentle laugh.

“No, i mean...you look absolutely radiant.” he assures you, offering a slow smile while his gaze trails slowly across you once more. As if realizing the impropriety, he quickly averts his eyes. Clearing his throat, he briskly walks away in a flurry, muttering something about getting you both drinks.

Turning around, you notice Wanda who had been watching the whole exchange and was now smiling at you with a knowing look. Giving her a playful eye roll, you turn back to see Loki approaching, champagne flutes in hand and a smile gracing his features. His eyes sparkling in such a way that they matched the bubbling drinks he was holding.

“Here’s your drink.” he says, your fingertips brushing his as you except the fizzing liquid.

“Thank you.”

“You look positively lovely tonight, Lady Y/N!” Thor boomed as he came up and wrapped you in a bear hug, practically suffocating you in the process. “Thank you, Thor! Just um, maybe not so tight?” you laugh, returning the hug and looking helplessly over his shoulder at Loki who’s regarding his brother with quiet indifference.

Next came Sam, “Don’t you look dashing!” he exclaims, giving you a quick peck on the cheek and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Thank you! all three of you look charming as well!” you compliment. They did look stunning, but Loki more so.

How dare he? How dare he touch her like that? So casually, with his arm encircling her waist. All Loki wanted to do at that moment was rip the insufferable man’s hands off of his girl... His girl. Were you his? He didn’t know, but he desperately wanted you to be. With these thoughts on replay on his mind, he stalked away, disappearing into the throng of people, leaving you confused and slightly hurt.

Wanda had watched Loki march away from you, his shoulders squared and jaw set, eyes glittering with rage.

Following him to the bar, she sat beside him on a barstool as he orders scotch on the rocks. Great, now he was drinking.

“You need to tell her how you feel, I see the way you look at her.” she states.

“Hmph, and why should I do that? so I can be rejected and humiliated?” he growls into his glass. “You know I can see her emotions and thoughts, right?” she says, causing his eyes to jump from the glass to hers, looking somewhere between hope and fear.

“Well how does she feel about me then?” he demands angrily, tracing the rim of his glass with his fingertip.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” she snaps, “You’ve wasted the past 6 months burying your feelings for her, when you could have just told her how you felt, but no. Mr. above all mortals, you brushed her off whenever she attempted to be friendly or flirt and involve you in group activities!” Wanda raved, fed up with the cold shoulder routine he had been using for the past half year. “how dare you-” Loki began, looking slightly furious and baffled at her outbreak.

“No! I am not done speaking! Now shut up and listen, she commanded before continuing. “you kept her at arm's length. And do you have any idea how long we searched for that damn dress? 5 hours. 5 grueling hours, searching every store in the city. She wanted to impress you, and then you stalk off over nothing! For your information, you have no reason to be jealous of Sam,the have been best friends since she moved to the tower. She even set him up with her friend for goodness sake! And he has been dating Sharon ever since. Now man- or god up, or whatever it is and fix the fact that you just walked out on her.” she finished, ordered a drink and walked away, leaving Loki at the bar conflicted with his choice he had to make.

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Shortly Sam disappeared to get a drink of his own, while Thor continued to entertain you with stories of his and Loki's childhood. As Thor continues, he receives a glare from Loki who had just reappeared at your side as Thor launched into the story.

“And there was the time when we created Get Help!” Thor tells you, laughing at the memory. Still glaring, Loki asks, “Brother, don’t you have somewhere else to act stupid?”

Pausing in his story, Thor gives his brother a thoughtful look, as if seriously considering the question before answering, “not at the moment, no.”

As if she knew what you needed, Wanda came over and dragged Thor away under the pretense of buying him a drink, even though drinks were free. But Thor didn’t need to know that.

Glancing over, you see Loki staring across the dance floor, but his gaze is unfocused, distracted. Reaching out you rest your hand on Loki's forearm to get his attention. His eyes jump back to you, mumbling an apology he drops his gaze, suddenly finding his shoes very interesting.

“Are you going to ask me to dance or what?” you ask, somewhere between a huff of annoyance and a laugh, causing his gaze to snap back to you, and giving you a mute nod. Grasping his hand, you pull him towards the dance floor, drawing him closer so that your arms loop around his neck as his hands settle on your waist.

You dance together like that for a few moments, no words between you, just dancing and enjoying the company. Looking up into his blue eyes, you finally ask the question that’s been pressing you. “why did you get so jealous of Sammy?”

Huffing as if the question is beneath him, he looks away slightly, not answering your question. When you continue to stare, he finally gives in. “I wasn’t jealous.” He scoffs lightly as if to prove his point, even though he was blatantly lying.

“Loki…please don’t lie to me, I hate being lied to.” at this he stiffens slightly against you.

“I just-” he sighs, stopping short to collect his thoughts. Running your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck, you wait for him to continue. He shivers at the movements of your hands, closing his eyes and soaking in the feeling. What he would give to have you do that under different circumstances.

“Here, let me show something.” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto an outdoor balcony, turning so he’s facing you.

“Loki-” you begin before he grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle but searing kiss. You burry your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips more firmly against his. Pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.” he breathes into the space between you, cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.” you whisper back. You stay there a few moments, your hands still tangled in the raven curls. “We should go back to the party soon,” you say reluctantly.

“In a moment, darling. For now, I just want to enjoy this moment,” he tells you seriously.

“And what moment is that, Loki?”

Taking a deep breath, he murmurs, “the moment I realized I was in love.” looking into his eyes, you realize he’s serious. Crashing your lips against his again you kiss him fervently as his hand comes up to cup your jaw. Pulling back, you slide your thumb along his lower lip, murmuring, “I love you too.”

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Authors Note: I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking with this story! Thank you for reading!

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[ask-ivory]

Chapter one: Welcome to Shade

Those hunk muffins earned it! I don't care what they thought. If they were so worried about their little dust company, then I would have sided with the Schnees.

"I'm done with dust." I told my stepfather, as we parted ways, "I want to be a huntress; a hero. And nothing is going to stop me!"

Those days were far behind me. Weeks of prepping and training were way in the past. I had passed the entrance exam, my real parents filled out the paperwork, my documents were handed in and I was on an airship bound for Shade Academy, in Vacuo.

My bags were packed the previous night (courtesy of my sand servents). I had barely slept last night, because questions like "what is Shade gonna be like?", "Who will be on my team?", "How many friends will I make?", And many more floated in my head. Now I was actually going there, flying at a hundred miles an hour towards my dream come true.

I wasn't the only one here on this airship. A hundred people, at least my age or older, were here on this airship with me. The Vacuo news was on the screen systems near the windows, (probably to keep the passengers from getting bored, because if so, things tend to get pretty ugly). The news was announcing the latest robberies from the technical laboratories in Vacuo. Normally the news doesn't really interest me, but now that I'm training, I'm beginning to wonder if a huntress fought more then just the Creatures of Grimm. If so, then I would also stop crime.

"Focus on the task at hand," I told myself, "Train and prepare to be a huntress first, fight evil Grimm and other junk like that later."

I gazed out the window, thinking about my brother Basin. He was already at the academy, starting on his third year. He told me about how great Shade Academy is, and sent me pictures of the school.

He also sent me pictures of his team, Team BLCK (Pronounced Black), and told me about each teammate. On his team, he had a pair of fox faunus twins, whose names were Larry and Kerry Steel (get it? Steal? Steel? I just got that). He also had a another guy named Cade Blackstone. All of them were the same age and followed in Basin's leadership (well, most of the time anyway).

He even snuck some pictures of his classes that he had attended in his first and second years (spoiler alert, he got into detention for that, but with a semblance like his, that rarely happened).

Anyway, before the day came to move here, I looked at the pictures over and over again, memorizing the school grounds, my brother's teammates (just in case they decided to kill me with pranks), and teachers' mad faces when they caught Basin taking illegal pictures in class (heh heh).

I thought about pulling my scroll out again to look at the pictures again, but then the news shut off on the screens and a holographic image of a woman appeared. She was tall with long black hair. Her bare arms were adorn with golden bracelets and she wore a sleeveless dress that faded with purple to blue at the waist, all the way down to green at the bottom. In her hair was a golden headset, decorated with peacock feathers. She had a pair of, what looked like fans, strapped to her golden belt. She had golden high heels that were so ridiculously high that she looked like she had ballerina slippers on. Her face was beautiful but in a harsh mother-knows-best-now-don't-cross-my-path-or-i-will-have-to-step-on-you, kind of way. She wore blue eyeshadow, which matched her eyes.

"Welcome back all returning students and greetings to our new first year students." Her voice sounded stern, like she had spent her free time yelling at bad puppies. "I am Professor Hera Peacock, your combat trainer for this year. You are all very privileged to be attending this excellent institution. The world of Remnant is moving at an incredible length of pace, maintaining it's peace and prosperity. As future hunters, your training here will be vital to your future career. I wish you the best of luck"(I don't think she meant this part)" and welcome again to Shade Academy." The hologram turned off after finishing the welcome speech.

I looked out the window to find that the airship was just yards away from the landing docks. I ran to get my bags, but I bumped into someone.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.

"Ohff!" My accident responded. We both fell backwards.

"Sorry." I apologized, getting up, "I'm soo-" then my voice left me speechless. The girl I bumped into stood up.

The girl wore a sleeveless dress that started at gold and faded to orange and ended with blue. The dress itself was short at the knees. Her hair matched her dress, but only matched to the fading orange part. She wore a black belt, with pouches for dust on the side, and a pair of golden swords, that appeared to be folded in half, were attached to the back. She wore dark blue shoes with star patterns on them. Her eyes were a light crystal blue. But her wings were the thing that unnerved me.

On her back was a blinding white pair of wings. She was definitely a faunus, but she was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. In the few months that I lived in Vacuo, I had seen faunus of all types and traits: everything from ram's horns to lizard's tails. I had only heard of faunus with wings from the stories my father told me, the tales of the Great War. One of the things he said was that after the Siege of Vacuo, the winged faunus who fought with Vacuo just left and never returned. I heard people say that the chances of a faunus born with wings were pretty rare.

But here I was. And here she was.

"You can stop starring now." the girl said. "Just please, don't make any jokes."

"Oh no!" I protested "I wasn't planning on making jokes about your wings. It's just, I've never seen anything like this before. Their beautiful."

The girl seemed to brighten up at this comment, "You really think so?"

"Of course! I heard that having wings is a really rare trait. I've never seen it in person before."

"Yeah..." the girl muttered "That's what everyone thinks. Their not exactly right though...."

"Wait. What?"

"Nothing." the girl held out her hand. "I'm Lyra by the way. Lyra Phoebus."

"And I'm Aliar Ivory." We shoke hands.

"Oh!" Lyra exclaimed,"you are a first year student, are you?"

"Of course." I responded. "I'm so excited to start the year. But..." I hesitated "I'm also kinda nervous too. Even though my brother told me what Shade Academy's like, I still don't know what to expect."

"Is your brother a huntsman?"

"No, he's a third year. His name is Basin Obsidian, and he's the leader of team BLCK." I pulled my scroll out of my purse. "I've got pictures of him and his team. And..." I added with a smile, "He managed to sneak some pictures of the classes we'll be attending. Wanna see?"

She was about to respond when the speakers overhead turned on, "Attention students, we are about to land. Please bring all personal belongings with you as you leave the airship. Another reminder to reclaim your baggage and suitcases before you enter the school. For returning students, please meet up with your team leaders and move your things to your assigned dorms. For first years, once you have retrieved your items, please drop them off at the Great Hall. All students will meet in the auditorium for the ordination speech in eighty minutes. Welcome to Shade Academy."

People started flocking towards the exit. I could feel the ship landing slowly under my feet.

"Come on!" Lyra grabbed my wrist and started pulling me towards the door,"The pictures can wait. We're about to see the real thing!"

She dragged me out the door into the golden sun. The cool atmosphere of the airship turned to scorching desert heat in a heartbeat. Momentarily, I was binded by the shinning rays of the sun. When I adjusted to the light, I couldn't find the words to describe what I saw, or how I felt.

In front of me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. Shade Academy was a huge palace-like building, maby eighty years old, it was several stories high, surrounded by a tropical court yard. It looked really good which is saying alot because nowadays, it's hard to find beauty in Vacuo. Now I'm not saying that it was perfect, because it wasn't. Some of the sandstone benches were broken, and the marble memorial wall was well worn. Not to mention the entire courtyard had a decent layer of sand covering it, but this was Vacuo, so there wasn't much they could do about that, (but that kind of thing doesn't really bother me very much.) Despite all it's flaws, I loved it. It was even grander then Atlas.

"This place is great!" Lyra exclaimed.

"And packed." I added, "come on. Let's get our things."

One thing I learned the hard way about Vacuo: all sence of order and organization is tossed out the window.

There was no line or anything. Just a crowd of people trying to get to there things before any of it got stolen. We squeezed through the crowd and barely managed to get our stuff (not-so-cool fact: it took us at least twenty minutes, which is generous because it probably took longer.) The airship wasn't too tightly packed, but other airships were coming in, some had even more people than our airship. All of the luggage was delivered in a big package mess of chaos, so we had to shuffle through hundreds if not thousands of bags and hope we didn't grab the wrong luggage. It was so crowded that at one point, Lyra said that she needed air. So she climbed on a random guy's back while he was leaning over to grab a suitcase, and leaped into the air,(yes, dear readers, we somehow managed to stay together the whole time, though, I'm still not entirely sure how.)

Much later, we finally stumbled out of the crowd. I was sweating so hard, I wondered how I didn't faint. We collapsed on one of the stone benches. Small groups of students (probably teammates, probably friends) were walking around the courtyard talking about their vacation time, or maybe some of them were new students becoming friends. Most of the students were trying desperately not to trip and fall as they hauled their things indoors. A few managed, but others had no such luck. One poor guy accidentally opened his suitcase while he was pulling it out of a sand dune, and all of his things fell out. Another guy, maybe a friend or family member, dropped his things too help his buddy out. It made me glad to see that, even though it was a rough start for everyone, the school and the students still kept the same respect that Vacuo had for it's people.

Well... almost everyone.

"Hey! Your in my seat!"

Startled, I turned to see a tall blonde girl barely managing to stand straight and tall in her fancy clothes. And when I say fancy, I mean something a casual Atlisian citizen would wear: a sleeveless pink dress with a faint flower print towards the bottom. She wore a pair of hot pink high heels that were so ridiculously high, that I thought she was going for the floating princess look. Her face was covered in a super heavy layer of makeup. Her blonde hair was streaked with pink all over the place, and she was oviously wearing hair extensions, because there was no way that her hair was long enough to touch her butt.

"I'm sorry," I said as I looked at her sideways, "you must have the wrong bench."

"And the wrong school." Lyra added.

The blonde gave Lyra a distasteful look. "No one asked for your opinion, weirdo. By the way, are those pillows on your back? Or are you supposed to be some kind of 'rare' species or something?"

Lyra's face burned with hate "They're wings. And before you ask, yes, they are real."

"Well," the blonde sneered "I don't know what kind of trash is going through the headmistress' mind, recruiting freaks like you into one of the most famous combat schools in the world. You're definitely not worthy of even being here."

I was so mad that I got to my feet in an instant. "Well at least this is the most friendly kingdom in Remnant. In Atlas, they don't give a dime about anyone unless your rich. They definitely don't like faunus. And because of that, I think that Atlas is a crappy kingdom. I bet that you come from a rich, spoiled, ignorant, family who only cares about themselves. I wonder what would've made them hate you so much for them to send you to place that's to low for your standards."

She was so mad, that I thought she was going to blow a fuse. "What?! How dare you just assume..."

"I'm not assuming!" I snarled. "I was raised in Atlas. And I know first hand how awful the people are."

"You traitor!" She shrieked. "How dare you betray your home kingdom like..."

"Like what?" A taller girl walked up. She had deep red eyes, which shone behind a pair of circular spectacles. Her long brown hair was tied back in twin braids, and her bangs with red streaks were parted. She mainly wore dark red and brown colors, with gold as an accent. The only thing I could say was different about her, besides her clothes and her neat appearance, was her accent. I wouldn't say she sounded atlesian. Maybe she was half and half? I don't know. I couldn't tell how she felt because she looked pretty emotionless, but my guts told me she was far from pleased. I could tell because her position was rather tense and her tone was rather stiff.

"This little brat is talking trash about her home kingdom! She needs to be put in her place!" The blonde shook her head, flouncing her overdyed hair. The other girl rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. She used her other hand to push her spectacles in place.

"Sounds more like you need to be put in your place. If you wanted people who looked, walked and talked like you as friends, then you should have gone to Atlas. You made a poor choice in Academy chosing. Your physic doesn't even look huntress worthy. It's a surprise you even passed the Shade academy entrance exam." The girl bluntly stated, causing the blonde to glare daggers right through her newfound enemy.

"I-it's not my fault I was sent to this garbage kingdom! I was forced to! By my parents!" The blonde protested.

"Huh, how fun. It's a shame really. If this is an Atlesian tradition, then it must suck like crazy. What forced your parents to send you here, when you could have been at home, spoiled rotten to the core?" The girl grinned wryly. Boy, there was no end to the shame this girl could endow upon that blonde.

"And besides," I added, "Technically, I was born in Vacuo. So that gives you no valid excuse to call me racist."

"And I've visited Atlas in the past." Lyra said in a sour tone. "Do you want to know what I think of Atlas? It's an illusion. An illusion to all the people outside and in. People look at Atlas and think it's the best and most advanced kingdom of the present. But like any illusion, it can shatter in an instant. If you think Atlas is a great kingdom, then you can believe that if you want to. Nothing lasts forever."

"I've been born and raised in Atlas, and I will say that my lifestyle sucked, which is why I left to live in Vale. My only friend was a faunus, who was beaten and discriminated because of her faunus traits and family status. I agree with the standard that Atlas is nothing more then a mere fantasy. You can enjoy your beliefs, but watch where it will lead you, because it may lead you straight to your doom." The dark girl joined in. She wasn't even fazed by the Barbie girl's reaction. She just glared laser eyes through her plastic frame.

The blonde girl was looking at all of us with a murderous glare, "Well, I can't stand for any of this trash. I'm heading inside to find more sensible people to talk to. I think you all are a bunch of a..."

Her cuss word ( I'll let you guess which one,) was cut off by a squeal of joy that was so loud, that I almost had to cover my ears. It came from all the way across the courtyard, where the students were being dropped off from the airships. I couldn't see who exactly screamed, but she was definitely loud enough to silence the whole courtyard.

"Wow." I said in a small voice, "Someone's definitely excited."

"I bet even the people inside heard that, too." Lyra added. The dark girl nodded in agreement.

After a moment of silence, the blonde said, "Let this be a warning to you. If I see you ever again, then I will beat the stuffing out of you."

She gathered her four hot pink colored bags, and started struggling to get her things to the academy.

"What a jerk," the dark girl said, "I hope I'm never on a team with that girl."

"Um..." I looked more closely at the stranger and instantly realized something: the only luggage she had was a leather backpack. "Hey. Where are your bags?" I asked.

"I dropped them off at the Grand Hall." She said casually, "I kept my backpack on me just in case."

"Huh." Lyra nodded, "ok, who are you?"

"I'm Dracella. Dracella von Burgundy."

"Hi, there." I said "I'm Aliar Ivory." I helt out my hand. Dracella took my hand, and we shook.

"And I'm Lyra Phoebus. " Lyra shook hands with the new girl.

"Are you an Ivory?" asked Dracella.

"I am." I responded, "but I'm not into business, I'm a fighter."

"Interesting." Dracella said. "My uncle told me about the Ivory family. My parents don't like you guys."

"Um... Does this make us enemies?"

"No. In order for us to be enemies, we have to hate each other. I don't hate you."

Lyra let out her breath like she was relieved, "Thank goodness. Cause I thought you were gonna..."

"Take a selfie!!!" A squeaky voice behind me exclaimed.

I almost jumped out of my shoes. Behind us was the girl with the exact same voice that echoed throughout the courtyard. Except, she wasn't a girl, she was a faunus. She was wearing a vertically stripped skirt patterned with black and white. She wore a magenta colored shirt with short puffy sleeves, and a darker purple button-up vest on top of that. She had a pair of dark purple high heeled boots on. Also, she was wearing a tie across her neck. I usually thought that ties were worn by business workers, but she wore it like a practical joke. Her crazy, purple colored hair and matching colored cat ears only made her look more unprofessional, but in a good way. Maybe it was her black gloves that gave off the message that she wasn't here to mess around. With a folding fan on her belt, a scoll in her hand, and a look of pure craziness on her face, she looked like she was ready to fight an army of Grimm, then take a bunch of selfies of herself right next to the decaying corpses. Then, she'd probably take selfies with her scroll on every inch of the campus.

All in all, she looked like someone from the lower classes of Atlas, or maybe someone from Minstral.

"How did you get here?" Asked Lyra.

"I took the scenic route." She sounded like a girl who was living the life of a party. "Oh! And my name is Catness Magenta."

We all exchanged names. Then Dracella said that she had to go text her cousin before the welcoming ceremony, and she ran into the school.

"So," Catness asked, "Why aren't you two inside the building?"

I face palmed myself. "Right!" Then I turned to Lyra, "We should get our bags to the Grand Hall."

"Well if you wanna talk later, then I'm always available." Catness offered. Then she smiled, flashing two rows of shiny white teeth, and disappeared.

For a minute we didn't say anything. Lyra piped up first. "Huh. That was a thing."

"We should probably go drop our stuff off." I suggested. I picked up my black duffle bag and slung it over my shoulder. Then I grabbed my two white suit cases by the handles and got to my feet. Lyra grabbed a golden suitcase and a blue duffle bag.

"Yeah," she agreed, "We don't want to be late."

I amplified my Aura and the sand beneath my feet solidified, creating a solid ground for me to walk on.

"Lyra," I told her, "I may have just met you and I think you're a good person. I hope maybe we can be on a team together. Or at least be friends."

Lyra smiled. "Well we can be friends. And I think I could definitely live with you on the same team as me. But..." Her smile faded, "I don't know how they pick the teams. Let's just hope the system's friendly enough to at least let us make a choice."

"One can only hope." I muttered. "Wanna meet me at the auditorium after we drop our stuff off?"

"Sounds fun to me." Then she took off, flying over the scorching sand, with her suitcase dangling in the air.

"Oh yeah." I smiled as I walked towards the Grand Hall. "This may be a tough first year, but it's gonna be fun."

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