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Chapter 3: Illusions and Reality

Narrated by Caprico.

Girl: I’m from a Wasteland tribe that worships the Mountain God. I never knew what the rest of the world was like...

Girl: Until one day when I was ten, a really cool lady with her army entered our territory like a blaze.

Girl: Her name was Zoey. Commander of the Justiciars, and independent, powerful being who fears no one, not even the Mountain God.

Girl: I want to be just like her when I grow up! Since then, I...

Narrator: What a chatterbox.

Narrator: Simply put, Phyllis saw the power Zoey as her idol and came to the Apple Federation in hopes of joining the Justiciars.

Narrator: I toss the coin into the air. I know it’s an exclusive item belonging to the Justiciars.

Narrator: All Rosset citizens know only those who have it can join the Justiciars. Many would fight to own one.

Narrator: I give Phyllis a once-over. Scrawny, fragile, bruised, broken legs... having this coin in her possession is asking for trouble.

Caprico: Where did you get this anyway?

Girl: I found it in Dada’s next. Maybe he brought it back because he knew I liked coins? Oh, Dada is a blue eagle, a friend of mine.

Narrator: I remember the shadows surrounding the factory the night she appeared.

Caprico: ...You know this coin is why people want you dead, right?

Girl: Yeah. Yesterday, they killed Dada... It’s all my fault. I’m so powerless...

Narrator: She wipes away her tears and tugs at my hand, forcing my fingers to clasp tight around the coin.

Girl: This is yours now. You’re powerful and righteous. You should be its rightful owner.

Caprico: Righteous? Justice means nothing to me.

Girl: But you helped me.

Caprico: I had my reasons.

Caprico: ...Anyway, I propose a trade. I’ll take the coin, and you’ll come back in a few days to receive your payment.

Narrator: I take the coin and build a holographic headset for her. She comes to pick it up a couple of days later.

Narrator: She puts it on, curious, and twists the knob. A blue eagle soars like it’s truly flying towards us, wild and free.

Girl: Dada! It’s Dada!

Narrator: She grabs me in excitement. I don’t shake her off, but I still have to be blunt.

Caprico: It’s just a hologram. It’s fake.

Girl: But it’s Dada! You’re back, Dada!

Narrator: She cries, laughing through tears. As she can’t hug the holographic bird, she hugs my arm and swings it back and forth instead.

Choose either “You have a different demeanor...” or “Didn’t think you’d help her.”

If “demeanor,” ...

You: Are those actual emotions on your face? I’ve never seen this expression before.

Narrator: This is the first time someone showed so much excitement for an invention of mine.

If “help her,” ...

You: I’m really surprised that you did this for her.

Narrator: It’s fair trade. Still, this is the first time someone showed so much excitement for an invention of mine.

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Narrator: I’m surprised, too.

Girl: Dada, look! I have new legs now!

Caprico: They’re robotic legs I made. They don’t belong to you.

Narrator: I point out, feeling a bit petty for someone reason, but this doesn’t dampen her spirits one bit.

Girl: But I can run and jump with it now, so it might as well count as mine, right?

Narrator: She throws her arms around me. The mechanical legs make a loud clinking sound as it hits my metallic body.

Girl: Thank you, kind sir! I’m so grateful to have met you!

Narrator: She screeches in joy, nearly ripping apart my eardrums. I feel like kicking her out, but I stop myself.

Narrator: Apparently, to this silly girl, machines and electronics are no different from plants or humans.

Narrator: Perhaps that’s why I let her into my safe haven with my machines in the first place.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 4

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AU Yeah August | Day Six: Blind Date

Natasha and Steve set their friends up and it couldn't have gone better... but not always for them.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20139757

Tony was going to kill Natasha and Steve, the diner he was meeting his date was one of their favourites but they set up the time so he would have to go straight after work and it just so happens that Pepper gave him a full day of meetings so he was in a three piece suit and barely managed to style his hair in the car park. Then his date walks in wearing a tight, deep purple vest and tight black trousers, looking a little sweaty and his hair was a ruffled mess.

So much for first impressions, Tony thought to himself as he stood up and slid out of the booth to shake the man's hand.

"Hi, sorry I'm a little late, I had to come straight from practice and I swear I don't always look like this much of a disaster" The dirty blonde rushed out as he jogged over to Tony, offering a bandaged up hand which made the slight germaphobe squirm "Oh wait, shit, Nat told me I had to take that off!" He quickly slung his duffle bag onto one of the benches and unzipped it, unwinding the bandages rapidly before grabbing a bottle of brand new hand sanitiser and applying it to his hands before sticking his hand out for Tony who was smiling at the thoughtfulness of such a chaotic looking man and shook his hand.

"Thanks and it's fine for the lateness and everything. I had to come straight from meetings so I don't always look this-" Tony chuckled and bit his lip when he was cut off.

"Damn fine?" He blurted out before clapping a hand over his mouth with an embarrassed look on his face, a muffled "Sorry" came from him quickly after.

"I was going to say uptight, but thank you and I always look this damn fine thank you very much" Tony teased him making the blonde grin back at him with a little bit of sheepishness still hanging from him “Nat told you I’m a bit… weird then, huh?”

“She didn’t say weird, she just said you like things to be clean which I get y’know, stuff is gross and I know I look gross but I’m hoping that I can distract you is this shirt and these trousers since Nat also said to wear them” he smirked and flexed his muscles as he slid into the booth next to his bag, Tony couldn’t help but stare at the blonde as he moved.

“You certainly are distracting” Tony hummed before sliding into his side and taking a sip of the water he had already gotten, the other looked a little sadder when he noticed the glass “It’s fine, I just grabbed a water because of the meetings all day I’ve barely had time to drink”

“Oh that’s a little better, thought I kept you waiting, you weren’t here too long, right?” He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked up from under his lashes, Tony shook his head instantly making him sigh in relief “Oh good, that’s good. Shit, I’m Clint Barton by the way, completely forgot to introduce myself”

“Tony Stark, you’re fine I forgot too” He laughed as he handed Clint one of the menus to have a look at “So, you said you just got back from practice, what were you doing?”

“I’m a competitive archer so I was at the range all day, one of the guys there nicked my arm which is why it’s bandaged up right now,” He explained as he gently pressed against the bandage making him wince, Tony instantly reached over and grabbed Clint’s hand gently.

“Don’t hurt yourself, I believe you, are you okay?” He rushed out making Clint smile softly and hold his hand.

“I’m fine, thank you Tony. I’ve had worse from archery, and even worse outside of it” Clint laughed and a small part of Tony panicked for a moment at what Clint meant before he saw the man tap the bandage across his nose “I tripped into the door at home yesterday, my dog grabbed the back of my shirt to try and stop me from falling through it”

“Aw bless you, Steve did say you were a little accident prone” Tony cooed at him softly, Clint rubbed his thumb over his hand carefully “Apart from the germ thing, what else did Natasha tell you about me?”

“She said that you’re a genius and a mechanic, that you’ve got a cute smile, you’re funny and charming and caring” Clint listed off the top of his head before tilting his head to one side, eyes roaming over Tony with a bright smile on his face “Can’t say she was wrong so far. What did Steve say ‘bout me?”

“You’re athletic, great sense of humor, chaotic but cares in his own way, Nat was there when he was talking about you and she said that your thighs are to die for and you’re dorky” Tony laughed when Clint whined and let go of his hand to cross his arms and sulk in the chair, quickly sitting back up when the waitress came to take their order before slouching back and pouting when she left to continue his sulk making Tony laugh at him harder “Aw come on, Clint, I’m here aren’t I? Must have thought something out of that weird list was good”

“You just like me for my thighs” The blonde cried out before rummaging through his bag for a tissue when Tony started to cry with laughter.

The rest of the blind date went amazingly, they couldn’t stop flirting and laughing with each other, Tony reaching out to touch Clint more than he does with even his closest friends. Clint admitted that he was deaf and that his dog was a hearing dog called Lucky which he had to promise that Tony could meet while Tony admitted to have made robots that Clint had made him promise he could meet.

“Dog for bots, them’s the rules” Clint had teased him playfully, but Tony had agreed to it probably a little too eagerly since it meant seeing the wild blonde again.

Natasha and Steve were ready to deafen themselves or at the very least blind each other as they sat listening to Clint and Tony’s incessant flirting and teasing of each other, the couple were sitting beside each other but Tony was very nearly in Clint’s lap with how he was leant against him.

“Oh my god, would you two just ask each other out? You’re clearly head over heels for each other and it would put us out of our misery!” Natasha snapped at them after Clint had kissed Tony’s cheek when he came back, that wouldn’t have been bad on it’s own but Tony had been out the room for two minutes and Clint had kissed his cheek then and said that he would miss him.

“Oh, did we forget to tell you guys? We become, like, official a couple weeks ago” Clint chirped happily as Tony grinned brightly beside before yelping when a shoe was thrown at them, Clint managing to dodge it with ease as he jumped up to run away from Natasha throwing things at him and spitting death threats.

“Are you okay with us, Steve?” Tony asked nervously, ignoring the noise from behind them as Nat and Clint continued to try and kill each other.

“Of course Tony, I wouldn’t have set you two up if I wouldn’t be okay with it. I’m really happy for you guys, you seem like a great fit, you look a lot happier with Clint”

“Oh, I am”

“Clint! CLINTON! For fuck sake's put your hearing aids in and listen to me you asshole!” Tony screamed after him as Clint ran down the stairs, Tony was going to kill him this time. Tony was trying to have a real conversation about their apartment, about wanting to move house, and Clint just ripped his hearing aids out and bolted out the house.

It was really good that the neighbours knew them and most of them loved the couple so they didn’t mind so much when Tony chased Clint down the stairs shouting at him to come back and listen, Tony didn’t even think about where Clint was taking him as they ran out into the shared gardens.

Tony’s feet stumbled and he was suddenly thankful for Clint’s fantastic reflexes as he was caught and held up as Clint dropped to one knee and signed to him.

“Will you marry me?” Clint looked half way to crying as he asked and as soon as Tony’s brain caught up to Clint’s words, he had burst into tears and kept signing ‘Yes’ over and over again before his knees went weak and he knelt down to hold Clint, heart beating in his ears.

Lucky bounded over with the ring box in his mouth, being extremely careful as he bounced over and gave it to Clint so that the archer could slide the ring with a ruby and an amethyst in the middle of it onto his finger before putting his hearing aids back in.

“I love you” Tony sobbed into his shoulder heavily, clutching onto him as he ignored their friends stood all around them cheering and clapping for the pair “You scared me so much!”

“I love you too” Clint murmured to him before everyone burst out laughing as Natasha and Steve yelled.

“You’re welcome, you assholes!”

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Companions react to tech savvy Sole arranging an awesome firework show for them that ended up with the firework writing nice messages

ADA: It was right after stopping the Mechanist that Sole took Ada to see the celebratory fireworks they had recently developed. Ada was impressed, to say the least. Not even people who were advanced in robotics knew how to craft such fine fireworks. None that she’s met anyway. When she saw the final firework spell out ‘We’ve Done It!’ she truly felt like it was all over. Jackson was avenged, and she is content.

CAIT: Cait would never admit it if anyone asked, but this was the nicest thing anyone has done for her without asking for anything in return. Judging by how Sole was looking at her though, she knew they could tell even without her saying anything. She was always grateful for them for just knowing what was going on even when she couldn’t put things into words. She calmly watched the show with her arm around her boyfriend/girlfriend the entire time. A laugh escaped her and she lightly hit Sole’s arm because of the final message displayed in orange and gold. ‘You’re Sweet as Sugar ;)’

CODSWORTH: He’s always known of Sole’s skills when it came to tech and engineering, but Codsworth had never seen them do something so spectacular before. And for him! To say he was flattered would be an understatement. “I thought we could watch the fireworks together like we did the year we got you.” Ah yes... Codsworth could almost remember it like it was yesterday. Those were simpler times. When the final firework exploded, he would’ve cried if he were able to. ‘Thanks for Sticking by Me’  Codsworth was so grateful to serve someone who was so appreciative of everyone, even their robot.

CURIE: Curie’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw the first firework explode. She let out a gasp each time a different pattern appeared. Experiencing this in person versus just knowing about it in her database were two very different things indeed. The pastel coloured hearts at the end was just the icing on the cake. She didn’t know what all of the emotions welling up in her were called, but she knew that they were all pleasant. She couldn’t form any words since she was so overwhelmed, so she settled for giving Sole a kiss on their cheek as a thank you.

DANSE: Danse wasn’t a very affectionate on most days, even with Sole - and they’re dating. With his military background and semi-recent identity crisis, he’s more than a little closed off. In Sole’s opinion, he more than makes up for it whenever an anniversary or birthday pops up. He goes the extra mile each and every time to show that he cares and it’s endearing. This time was different, however, when Danse came down with a cold on Sole’s birthday. He felt terrible that he couldn’t do anything for them, but they weren’t put off at all. The fireworks show was how they cheered him up. They’ve done it before, but this is the first time they added a message at the end. ‘Thank You For Always Taking Care Of Me’. It made him feel immensely better.

DEACON: On the outside, Deacon tried to act unimpressed, but this was definitely the coolest thing anyone’s ever done for him. “I’ve seen like, twenty of these this doesn’t phase me at all.” Sole could clearly see the wonder in his face. And the rapt attention he was giving the show gave him away. “Sure Deac. Just wait till the end.” When it came - ‘You Can’t Disguise How Cool You Are’ - he can’t even pretend that he wasn’t touched at the message, even if the pun was bad.

DOGMEAT: Now that they think about it, Sole should’ve seen this coming. They just thought that Dogmeat-who gets shot at almost daily-would be used to loud noises, and wouldn’t be affected. That wasn’t the case at all considering their trusty companion hid under their bed when the fireworks started. He wouldn’t even see the giant bone they put at the end. Oh well. They’ll just make it up to him later by giving him a real bone to chew on.

GAGE: Gage will be the first to admit that he was pretty apprehensive when Sole dragged him to the outskirts of Nuka-World and told him they had a surprise for him. They may be alright in his book, but the are still the overboss to a bunch of raiders. He was pleasantly shocked however, when the firework show started. It’s not everyday you see a raider do something like this. “You gotta show me how to do this sometime boss.” A figure that looked suspiciously like Gage’s eyepatch was the last firework to explode. At their friend’s questioning look, Sole shot him a wink and shrugged. “Just in case anyone else was watching to closely, they’ll know who I made this for.”

HANCOCK: This had to be Hancock’s best birthday yet. He was still a little disbelieving when he saw the first firework explode. “Am I high right now?” Sole let out a slight chuckle. “No you aren’t. Now enjoy my present before I take it back.” It was a little to late for that, but they weren’t going to tell him that. Not when he whipped his head to look at the fireworks so fast, it was almost adorable. He focused on the display and let a smile grow on his face as the last few fireworks wrote out ‘Happy Birthday!’. “How’d you even find out when my birthday was?” “I told Piper I’d never give her any more sweetrolls for the rest of her life if she didn’t find out.” Hancock laughed a little at that. “Thanks sunshine.”

MACCREADY: When Maccready told them he was bringing his son to the commonwealth, Sole knew what they had to do. They arranged a whole evening just for them to be alone at Red Rocket. When they sat down Duncan and Maccready, they told them to get ready. They were a bit confused at first, but when the first firework shot into the sky and exploded into half a dozen different colours, they let out twin gasps of surprise and amazement. Sole was very proud to see their boyfriend speechless for once. The ending message was ‘WELCOME HOME DUNCAN!!!’ which had both father and son crying. Happy tears. But it still caused some worrying on Sole’s end.

LONGFELLOW: He’s seen a lot of wild things in his life, but this might just take the cake. Wild as it is, it’s still cool. Especially the picture of him standing atop what looks to be a dead fog crawler. “Far Harbor has always been to foggy for this. I’ve heard of fireworks, sure, but I’ve never seen ‘em before. Good job cap’n.” Praise of any kind is hard to come by when it comes to Longfellow, so Sole counts this as a win in their book.

PIPER: “Wow Blue. It’s like a rain of light! this is so cool!” Piper was beyond amazed. When her girlfriend/boyfriend told her they were taking her out on the best date of her life, she wasn’t expecting this. Colours of every shade and pictures depicting the two in the wasteland had Piper awestruck. The last firework was a picture of two rings, symbolizing the promise rings the couple wore. She tackled Sole and showered them with kisses. It really was the best date ever.

PRESTON: Preston insisted on a whole picnic for Sole and him to enjoy while they watch the fireworks. He’d never seen any before, but Sole’s descriptions made him excited. The absolute amazement on their boyfriend’s face had Sole laughing a bit. The stars were bright in the sky and framed the fireworks perfectly. Preston found his face heating up when the final firework exploded to reveal a bunch of  hearts around an ‘I Love You’. It only got worse when Sole kissed his cheek and said, “Thanks for making the commonwealth a better place babe.”

STRONG: As a supermutant, Strong didn’t really agree with anything that had anything to do with technology, so he was miffed that Sole would waste their time with something like ‘fireworks’. He stormed off to do whatever it is he does in his free time, but at least everyone else i the settlement liked it. 

VALENTINE: Nick felt a sense of nostalgia at the sight of the fireworks. Little snippets of the original Nick’s memories let him not be surprised completely with the fireworks, but he was still awed. He never thought he’d be able to see them in person. He enjoyed the bright flashes and patterns, and smiled widely when the final message stretched out onto the clear night sky. ‘Best Private Eye I Know’. “I’m the only private eye you know kid, but still... thanks.

X6-88: The bright flashes of colour that emitted from the fireworks Sole made rendered X6 speechless. It wasn’t until he noticed Sole smiling at him that he spoke. “I’ll admit. Being in the institute, there’s no way I could’ve seen this before. I would never had imagined the sight to be so... breathtaking.” The message at the end made him speechless for the second time that night. ‘Thanks For Being My Best Friend <3′ It was a minute before he found himself speaking again. “I never realized you saw me as anything other than a bodyguard. Thank you. Truly.”

I may have been listening to Serendipity and Euphoria by BTS on repeat while writing this, so it’s cheesier than intended, but I hope you still like it @ishtar0110

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Accidentally Worthy

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: A hammer mishap, mischievous demigod daughter, Avengers friends, and crazy relatives.  

Word Count: 2100ish

Square Filled: Thor Odinson for @marvelfluffbingo

A/N: This is my first time writing Thor so pleeease judge kindly. He is not easy to write but I adore him so it’s not gonna be the last time.  

This is written for @ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off Hamilton Challenge. My prompt was: Summon all the courage you require.

It is also my entry for @peterman-parker challenge and my prompt was: Quit stalling. Where’s your father?

Betaed by: @emilyevanston - Thank you so much, Katie! You’re the bestest :D

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Five-year-old Ronja Thörisdöttir stood barefoot in the middle of the kitchen, looking up at the jar of cookies on top of the pantry. She knew her mom had told her that she couldn’t have any until after dinner, but she had helped make them yesterday. They were really good. She remembered that much. They had three kinds of chocolate and Ronja was hungry. Her little stomach growled one once more as she wiggled her nose, trying to form a plan of attack.

It was no use asking Daddy even if Mommy wasn’t home right now. One he was trying desperately to get Mommy’s computer to do what he wanted while talking to Uncle Steve on the phone about something super secret and important. Two Mommy had given Daddy strict orders not to let Ronja have any before she had eaten some proper food.

The trouble was that even if Ronja could trick a cookie out of Daddy, by eating something from the fridge first, she didn’t want proper food. She just wanted a cookie. If only uncle Loki had been on Earth because he would just give it to her if she asked.

Ronja decided that she would be able to reach the jar if she could only get up on the kitchen counter. She put her foot on one of the handles of the bottom drawer, carefully trying out if it would hold her. She had learned that lesson once climbing a tree and the branch gave out from under her. Even if the little demigod hadn’t gotten seriously injured tumbling down of the tree it had still hurt, so when the handle felt a little wobbly she instantly removed her foot with a pout on her face.

That wasn’t going to work Ronja decided so instead she started looking around the room for something else, but all she saw was chairs. Chairs were traitorous things that had a tendency to move when stepped on wrong. Another hard lesson learned when she had been trying to borrow one of uncle Tony’s robots of one of his top shelves. No bones were broken that time either but bruises weren’t all that fun, so Ronja quickly decided against the chairs.

Stubbornly she stomped her foot in the ground when no plan seemed to work out the way she had hoped. If only she had Daddy’s hammer because she could step on that without it breaking or moving. She knew that from experience too. Ronja let out a deep sigh wishing Daddy had only left it on the kitchen floor in front of the counter instead of in the hook in the hallway.

All of a sudden loud crashing that got closer and closer sounded through the house and Ronja screamed in surprise when one of the windows by the kitchen door shattered. Ronja was a smart girl. Her Daddy had told her of the bad men he battled with her aunts and uncles so instead of waiting to see what had caused the sudden glass explosion, she jumped under the table pulling the cloth down so she was hidden to the world.

“What in the two Raven’s…” Her Daddy’s voice boomed within seconds, but Ronja still didn’t dare to move. She stayed hidden, only peeking out from under the cloth when her Daddy called for her.

“Daughter? Where are you hiding?” He didn’t sound angry or afraid, so Ronja decided to be brave. Her little eyes opened wide when she saw the mess all around her. The glass window was broken, as where Mommy’s vase that had been standing on the shelf next to it. The handles were broken off the cabin and next to the kitchen counter was Mjölnir strategically placed just like she had wanted.

Ronja’s lip started to quiver, knowing she was in trouble even if she wasn’t exactly sure what it was that she had done. She didn’t notice the amused smile on her Daddy’s face. Not even when he crouched down onto the floor opening his arms to her, inviting her to him. Ronja didn’t hesitate for a second. She sprinted across the floor, luckily for her Thor had been careful to place himself between her and the glass, because Ronja was too busy to get to her Daddy to watch out not to get her small feet cut.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Ronja cried clinging to him with her face buried against his neck. Thor didn’t say anything at first. He just hugged the little girl tightly against his chest, gently rocking her until she calmed herself down.

Ronja sniffled, drying her eyes and pulled back a little without letting go of her father completely. “What happened?”

“Do you not know, Ronja?” he asked, causing her to stick out her bottom lip in a pout as she shook her head profusely. She wasn’t a stranger to getting herself into trouble, taking slightly after her uncle in that aspect, but this time she had absolutely no idea what she had done to cause the kitchen to explode around her.

“You, my sweet child, are worthy. You made Mjölnir come to you,” Thor explained with a proud smile on his face, gently tugging her wild blonde locks behind her ear.

“But…” Ronja blinked in confusion, before explaining. “I just wished it was on the kitchen floor so I could stand it to get the cookies.”

Thor threw his head back, booming with laughter. Ronja was grinning from ear to ear when her father finally stopped laughing. She loved that sound. It meant safety and happiness to her.

“Well, next time try not to wish for Mjölnir to help you. Mommy doesn’t like when we play with Mjölnir inside the house,” Thor smiled at her just as the click of the front door unlocking sounded through the house.

A panicked look suddenly appeared on her father’s face and he grabbed his daughter’s arms, gently but firmly as he looked into her blue eyes trustingly looking back into his.

“Your mother is home. You must stall her,” Thor ordered, causing Ronja to frown. That didn’t sound like a good idea. Even if Daddy was much bigger than Mommy, she was definitely the scary one when Ronja did something she wasn’t supposed to do.

“But…” she tried to protest but before she could her Daddy interrupted her.

“Summon all the courage you require, little one. Remember you are worthy,” Thor tried to reason with her, but the little pout on her lips told him that he hadn’t quite convinced her. He sighed, before remembering her initial goal. “Daddy will sneak you an extra cookie before bedtime if you succeed.”

A bright grin flash over Ronja’s face and she gave her father a resolute nod, before storming out of the kitchen towards the hallway.

“Mommyyyyy,” she stopped right in front of you and you couldn’t help but smile at the little girl. She was a spitting image of her father, in mannerisms and looks and you couldn’t help but smile at how she came bursting through the door heading right for you.

“Did you have a good day?” Ronja asked, instantly making you suspicious. The last time she had asked you that Loki had been visiting and the living room was filled with snakes.

“Fine. Did you see uncle Loki today?” You asked hanging your coat, looking down at her shaking her head in denial. You knew your daughter and as mischievous as she could be at times she wasn’t a liar.  

“Okay good,” you smiled, bending down to pick her up but she danced out of your way.

“I think we should go to the park, Mommy? Wouldn’t that be fun?” She suggested, and just like that, your suspicion was back. She always wanted to tell you all about her day when you got back home. Going to the park wasn’t something she took much interest in unless Bucky had called scheduling a play date with Kobik.

Oh God, Kobik. That was almost worse than Loki. You remembered with dread the time you got back to a floating house after leaving the girls under Thor’s supervision. Bucky had luckily dropped by to pick up his adopted child a few minutes after your return because you had just frozen to the sidewalk not knowing what to do. You loved Kobik, but you loved her the most when there was a sensible adult around and as much as you adored your husband he didn’t always fall into that category.

“I don’t know? Are Kobik and Bucky there do you think? Did they drop by today?” You asked and Ronja shook her head again, only adding to your confusion this time.

“No, Bik and Uncle Buck and Uncle Steve are on ‘cation remember?” She reminded you and you nodded. You did remember that, but you’re in your worry you had momentarily forgotten.

“Okay, we can go to the park, but we need to ask your Daddy to do something about the rain first,” you told her, starting to get to the door leading into the living room.

“Nono. ‘Cause I wanna play in the rain. Can we play in the rain?” She quickly jumped in front of you and you breathe a sigh of frustration.

“Okay, Quit stalling, young lady,” you knelt down in front of her. “Where’s your father?”

Just like that Ronja closed her mouth, knowing she had been found out. She didn’t lie. She never lied, but that didn’t mean it was always easy to make the truth pass her lips.

“What did you and Daddy get up to while I was gone?” You asked, playfully poking her stomach but Ronja just wiggled her nose, trying very hard to keep whatever promise Thor had made her keep.

“Okay. I’ll give you an extra cookie tonight if you tell me?” You bargained, knowing it wasn’t exactly A plus parenting, but you were tired and knew whatever it was couldn’t be all that bad if Thor was trying to keep it from you. It was trying to save you the grief of some kind of mess you were sure. He wouldn’t hide something like a failed security system iron legion attack on your TV from you. Yes, that happened. You loved all of Thor’s Avenger friends and relatives but they sure made life interesting at times.

A small pout appeared on your daughter’s face as she shook her head determinedly. You couldn’t help but smile as you knew what that meant.

“Daddy already promised you an extra cookie huh?” You asked, giggling when you daughter nodded carefully but stayed quiet.

“Okay how about if I give you two?” You grinned and Ronja lit up in a huge smile before a stream of words fell from her lips.

“I was really, really hungry. And I wanted a cookie. So I wished Memir would come to me so I could stand on it. And it did. But it wasn’t on purpose I swear. And the kitchen s’ploded and now Daddy is trying to make it look nice and made me ‘stract you,” she rambled and your eyes widened with her story before you started laughing pulling the little girl into your arms.

“That’s okay sweetheart. You aren’t being bad if it’s not something you plan on doing wrong. You’re Daddy is being naughty for trying to hide it from me and making you help though,” you poked her tummy, making her giggle.

“Let’s go find your bad Daddy shall we?” You asked and she nodded, letting you lift her onto your hip. Your eyes widened for the second time as you saw the path of destruction the hammer had left on it’s way to the war zone that was now your kitchen. Your dear husband was on the floor with his back turned to the two of you, too busy trying to get the last of the glass of the floor to notice his girls appear behind him.

“Thor Odinson how did you even remotely think you could clean this mess up enough for me not to notice?” you asked and Thor bolted upright, spinning around to face you. He had the sweetest guilty, yet apologetic look on his face as he saw you.

“I’m not worried. Not the worst mess you had to clean,” you grinned, kissing his cheek taking a cookie out of the jar handing it to your daughter before placing her on the floor. Ronja quickly jumped onto one of the chairs as Thor playfully glared at her.

“Traitor,” he teased her, making her giggle.

“Narh. I’m worthy. And Mommy promised me more cookies than you.”

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Three Treasures

Title: Three Treasures

Word Count: 2650

Fandom: Danganronpa, Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony.

Pairing: Kaede/Saihara

Rating: T to a low M. 

Major character death and spoilers for chapter 1! You have been warned!

Summary: Shuichi has a dream about Kaede. Kaede leaves him a present that he hadn’t thought to find. Written for Saede Week ( @saiedeweek), Day 1: Death.

A/N:  so this was written for saede week

and we get a week of fanfics for these two nerds!! 

yay!!

this scene had been floating around in my head for a while and i finished it yesterday 

wooo

 i'm not very confident in this fanfic honestly but, i like it and the idea.

 it gives the boy some closure. 

Anyway, maybe leave a like if you enjoyed? And please please, please reblog! Even a comment on the post or in the tags with a reblog would be amazing! <3

Thank you for reading!!

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The golden sunlight touched the grass and filtered through the trees, bathing the forest path in front of them in a soft golden hue. He looked around at the trees, and then his eyes flickered down to the hand grasping his, fingers interlaced.

His eyes flickered back up to the person, next to him, only to meet the familiar dark lavender irises he’d become accustomed to seeing over time. Even with being accustomed, his breath hitched.

Kaede grinned at him, pulling him forward. She had on a white dress that seemed to be patterned with some song. It fell to her knees, and slightly puffed out at the waist, where a black belt separated the top half and the bottom half.

The blonde must have noticed him staring, because she dropped his hand and stepped out in front of him and twirled.

He watched as the dress caught the air and puffed out around her, making her laugh freely. She looked her age - not how he’d last remembered seeing her.

He was glad. This was what she deserved.

“C’mon, Shuichi! We’re almost to the end of the forest!” She cheered, holding out her hand to him.

Shuichi smiled softly, reaching out to take her hand in his once again.

But this time - he’d never get to take it.

A collar came from somewhere, cuffing her neck. Her eyes went wide as the clothes and scenery flickered.

Her dress - to a skirt and vest.

A beautiful forest - to a deadly killing game.

Again and again it flickered as Kaede was drug up and up, to a place that he couldn’t reach no matter how hard he tried.

Memories are trickling back now.

Kaede on the giant piano.

She’d been skipped from key to key, drug back and forth while suffocated by the rope she was dangling from.

Just enough to kill her mercilessly.

Just enough to allow her glimpses of eye contact with him, sadness, and longing, and need there, haunting him like ghosts. Although, he probably looked the same, beside the tears.

The light caught in her hair as Kaede hung there, her face clouded in shadows. A sick feeling welled up within him.

And as he watched in those final few moments, the light caught something else, too. Her face seemed to turn up to the light, and it caught her wet lashes, the gleam of tears on her cheek - and that ever present, ever peaceful smile.

He remembered what she had said to him.

“You are my wish.”

Yes, he remembered it now.

Just before the collar had taken her, she'd stepped forward, kissed both of his cheeks, and wiped the remaining tears on his face away with her thumb and hands. He’d leaned into her touch ever so slightly at that moment, watching her smile up at him with warmth, even though she knew this was the end for her.

And then - the collar came. Desperately, he reached out for her, and she reached back, fingertips brushing his before she was ripped away from him. But he had seen it.

That smile.

That trust.

That blush.

That hope.

“Shuichi! Take care of them! Survive, even if that’s the only thing you can do!”

And then, the piano came down.

Her blood had gone everywhere, mixed in with pieces of the robotic bear.

The tears seemed to be swallowing him now - taking him over like a tsunami washing away items on a beach.

His eyes slid shut - and he began to shake. His knees almost buckled.

Shuichi tried with everything he had to breathe, but it felt like his throat had swollen shut.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe.

Oh god, he couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t-

A searing pain welled up in his cheek, and he fell to the ground. A salty taste invaded his mouth.

Finally, he took a deep breath in.

He was grounded now.

He looked up at Kaito, listening closely. His eyebrows furrowed.

He was grounded, wasn’t he?

So why -

*Ding-dong!*

“Huh?”

*Ding-dong!*

“What the…?”

He stood, only to find everyone suddenly frozen. The Kaede from earlier was back, but she had an ugly scarring from the rope around her neck.

She smiled at him sadly. “I’m sorry things didn’t go the way I wanted...but...I have control for a couple more minutes before I have to really let you go.”

“Let me go…? What?”

Kaede shushed him, laying her hands on his shoulders and then wrapping him tightly in a hug. She was shaking. “I’m sorry,” She cried, “I’m so, so sorry for leaving you alone like this.”

He hugged her back. She felt...real. Warm. And yet...somehow ethereal.

The blue haired boy rested his head on hers.

“Behind the chalkboard in my lab….there are three items. Just for you. Don’t let anyone else see, okay?”

Shuichi’s shaking now, too. “Are...you real? Or...is my mind trying to cope?”

Kaede smiled softly. “Well, that’s for you to decide, now isn’t it?”

Shuichi laughed. “Yeah, I think you’re real enough.”

Kaede grew quiet suddenly. “Hey, I know this seems random - but did you ever want to...be with me?”

Shuichi nodded.

In response, Kaede let out a sigh in relief, slumping against him. “Oh, good. You know, when we were here, I had a dream that we had a kid together.”

The grey eyed male went red in the cheeks. “Mhm…”

*ding-dong!*

“And….it was a little blonde girl.”

*ding-dong!*

“What did we name her?”

*ding-dong!*

“Maya.”

*ding-dong!*

Kaede stepped back from him suddenly, and looked up.

“Oh, no.”

“What?”

*ding-dong!*

Kaede stepped closer and pressed their foreheads together.

“Listen, we don’t have much time. But, I want you to know that I love you. And I always loved you. Even though we were together two, three days? Doesn’t matter. I love you. And I want you to be happy. Live. Live for me, okay? Just...get out of here.”

“Kaede-? What-?”

She steps back, just out of reach.

“Goodbye, Shuichi.”

He reaches out to her, but the chain has come again, and drags her upward. Shuichi gets one last glance before she’s gone. A white, floor length silk gown replaced her other dress, and she seemed to have wings and a halo.

He looks around again - but only sees white.

Shuichi supposes that was when he woke up.

The next day - when he has time, he stops into her lab. He knows that someone probably sees him when he’s doing this - but decides that they’re most likely brushing it off as him coping.

The door slides shut with a soft ‘click’ behind him, and he sighs, taking a deep breath. He steeled his nerves. Was….that really Kaede?

Some desperate hope inside of him wanted it to be her - craved that connection. The majority, though, reasoned that it was his mind coming up with desperate images to get that connection he craved.

His steps as he approached the chalkboard were slow, methodical and even, even though his arms were beginning to shake violently.

Shaking still, he peeked behind the chalkboard, his heart thumping as violently as his hands were shaking still.

At first, he saw nothing. It was so elaborately hidden - he thought - that he began to wonder just how much time Kaede had spent in this room. But, when he adjusted himself to see if he was missing something, he noted a glint of silver. Reeling back, his mind began to go wild. Was there actually something there? If so, did that mean that Kaede had really contacted him in his dreams? But why him? And that declaration of love….it was real?

She’d loved him?

And he’d never known?

Before his mind could fall further into the abyss of his thoughts, he reached up to the silver glint he’d seen and pulled.

A bag came away in his hand, the handle covered in silver wires. He reached back again after setting the bag on the ground, only to find a small portion of the wall that cut away - almost like a cubby hole.

He smiled to himself. He should have known that she’d do something like this - something that would be passed off as a trick of the mind.

It’s what she’d done for the murder, after all.

He paused after that thought, darker thoughts threatening to consume him. He shook them off however, and investigated the bag as he sat down on the floor. There were items inside, which he took out.

Three items, just as the dream Kaede had specified.

A CD case, a little pink pouch, and a large envelope.

The CD case was clear and simple enough, and if he looked, he could see two discs. The pouch was a drawstring pouch, and it was a light, pastel pink. He remembered seeing something like that in the warehouse, so he supposed that she could have gotten it from there. He opened it by pulling on the drawstrings, and found hundreds of Monocoins in there.

He sat it back in the bag carefully. The next item he investigated were the discs.

One read “Songs Saihara Would Like,” and the other read, “Playing.”

The first he could figure out pretty easily, as well - there was an extensive music collection in the warehouse. The second was a little harder.

Playing? That could refer to a number of things. Playing a video, children playing in a park, playing an instrument.

An electric charge lanced through him.

Playing an instrument….

Playing the piano.

He’d never mentioned that he’d wanted to see her play, but somehow she knew. He was itching to go down to the A/V room to watch them, but he decided that he had to look in the envelope, first. It was large and a bright shade of orange, and Kaede had wrote something on it. It also bulged slightly, like it was holding something.

“Unless you are Shuichi Saihara or my future self and have found this envelope - do not open it! - Kaede Akamatsu”

He smiled, and then turned it around and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper, Kaede’s monopad, and her room key.

He took out the paper first. It was a letter.

                                               Dear Shuichi,                              xx-yy-zz

If you’re reading this, then I’ve died. I died trying to defeat the mastermind. Maybe you’ll never read this at all. Maybe I’ll be too much of a pansy to let you know where it is. Hehe, maybe I’ll come back after death if that happens.

If there’s one thing that I have to say to you - it’s that I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what will happen at this ‘class trial,’ if we have one, but I’m willing to bet that you’ll figure me out. And then you won’t say anything because of all the time we’ve spent together, so I’ll make you convict me.

And I know that we’ll both probably be emotional messes the entire time, and everyone will say that I didn’t do it - because really, who would expect me to be the culprit? God...I’m just so terrible. At the time I’m writing this - Monokuma has told us about the time limit on the killing.

We came up with a plan to trap the mastermind, and I’ve come up with my plan to try and kill them. And then, I slipped away from you and went to write this. Honestly, this is stupid, and I’m sure everything will turn out for the best...but something just doesn’t feel right. I mean, the mastermind brings us here and keeps us trapped - even going as far as to build that huge dome - and we’ll be able to end it all?

Just like that?

I do trust you, and your plan - but I don’t trust myself to do this right. So, that’s that.

There’s also something else that’s been going on lately. I...I’ve been getting these flashbacks of a girl who’s just like me - but isn’t me. She says stuff I would never say, and yet, some little part of me resonates with her. I feel like...at a time, she was me - but she somehow isn’t me now. Do you know what I mean? I feel like...she was putting up a front with all the things she said, but I was at her core. And then I was exposed somehow, and now she’s a part of me, but I’m who she really is.

It’s weird, I know - but maybe it’ll help you in some way.

Anyway, this is getting pretty long, so I’ll wrap it up. When we were together, it was awesome. I felt like I could do anything with me - and while I don’t know if you felt the same, I feel like...you would agree. I think what I’m feeling now that I’m thinking about you is something like love, but not quite love just yet. Maybe when we get out of here, it will be more. I hope so.

In the envelope with the letter will be my Monopad and the key to my room. I don’t really know what use you’d have for this stuff, but I thought you’d like it. Plus, there’s no one else I’d really trust with my Monopad and stuff with other than you. The discs and Monocoins are my way of atoning, too. For making you convict me...and all of that.

Shuichi, stay safe and survive, okay? Even if I don’t - I want you to survive for me. Keep your head up, and lead everyone. I know you can do it!

Goodbye, Shuichi.

I love you.

                                                            With love,

                                                      Kaede Akamatsu

Tears were falling freely from his eyes as he read the letter over and over again, hand covering his mouth as he tried in desperation not to cry.

He did.

The letter fluttered to the floor.

Oh, Kaede.

The tears that were flowing down his face were ones of a heartbroken and mourning boy - one who’d like anything more than to have her back.

But - that wasn’t happening, anytime, now was it Shuichi?

No, no it wasn’t.

After a few minutes, he pulled himself together. Quietly, he slid everything back into their respective places within the bag, pulled himself up off of the floor, and walked out of the room with the bag hung off of his shoulder. In retrospect, he’s glad that no one saw him, and especially Miu, who would probably ask him if he was carrying around that bag to carry around his “lady products” in. He would have snapped at her.

That didn’t happen, however, and he got down to the A/V room with no hassle. Quickly, he locked himself in and sat the bag on the couch, and then took the discs out. First, he inserted the one of Kaede playing. Then, he started everything and sat himself on the couch, staring at the screen.

At first, there was black, and then there was a small beep, and a view of Kaede and her piano. She smiled at the camera and said; “I assume you’re watching this after the letter, so I can’t say much except that I’m sorry. But, even still, I hope you enjoy!”

With that, she placed her fingers to the keys and began to play. The soothing melody of “Clair de Lune,” by Debussy flowed throughout the room.

He supposed she meant it to be calming, but it overwhelmed him with a tidal wave of emotion, and he began to cry.

He wasn’t sure when the first song ended and the other started. He wasn’t sure when the sound of the piano left his ears altogether.

He wasn’t sure when he passed out from crying.

He woke several hours later, extremely tired even after sleeping, the bag clutched against him tightly.

If anyone had found him - they didn’t mention it.

Neither did he.

[fanatic-writers]

The List (Part One)

A/n: OH MY GOODNESS I AM SO SORRY! This ended up being very personal (tbh it should just be called Why G has anxiety) all italics are flashbacks. Also, this is written differently than the other fics I’ve written, so I hope you like it! -G

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of self-hate, anxiety, swearing?

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It was strange, going through her things without her there. He would've asked permission but he couldn't. She'd been gone for a month or so, and the god hated to admit it but he missed her, and he needed something to remind him of her. So he started going through some boxes in their shared closet. After finding an old report card, Loki figured that he was digging through the girls old school books. Pulling out a few notebooks he leafed through the pages of old writing. Stories she wrote as a child and something about a land for zebras to live happily. The god chuckled when he found an old photo of her on, what appeared to be, her first day of school. Her hands gripped the straps of her bag tightly, and she was giving the camera a large, toothy smile.

He continued to flip through the notebooks finding that the stories began to gain more depth and the writing became neater. He examined the girl's notes in history and the comments she made on her teacher.

“This unit would be so much better if we actually got to learn about mythology" he read “not like Mr. V would know shit about that either the only thing he knows about Vikings is the football team.”

Loki smiled again, he somehow always forgot that she enjoyed the bedtime stories told about him.

He continued to smile as he read on about the horrible Mr. V and how this man somehow made her hate history class more than math. Her hatred for her teacher became more apparent as there were fewer notes and more doodles covering the lined paper. His smile didn't fade until he flipped through a few empty pages finding one that was full among them.

“Things That Bother Me” he read. Her handwriting had matured again, and it was as if he was reading a poem she'd written him yesterday.

The way I look

The god was confused, the two of them had been dating for about a month. He figured that was a miracle on its own, but she seemed to be growing distant.

“Is everything alright?” he asked her one night

“Yeah,” she shrugged “everything is fine. Why?”

“You just seem,” Loki paused looking for the right words “different,”

Her face grew pale, and she looked down at her lap “I'm alright,” she stated

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” he asked

“I dunno,” she sighed “I just, why me?” “What do you mean why you?” the trickster questioned

“Why did you choose me?” you asked “There are far better-looking women in the world and you picked me,”

“Darling, the way I see it, you are the most beautiful woman on this planet,” he assured her

“Thanks,” she smiled weakly

Loki sighed “Who made you think you weren’t beautiful.”

She shrugged again “I dunno, me I guess,”

“Well you are unbelievable,” he said, “and you have the best ass in all the nine realms.”

She chuckled “I knew you were only here for my butt,”

“That amongst other things,” the god’s eyes darkened

“Do tell,” she smirked

Loki’s mind raced with the memories of that night. Thinking back it was the first time she’d opened up to him, the first time her anxiety had leaked through the shield she put up around herself.

    2.   I’m talentless

Loki frowned, how could she think she was talentless? She had done so many amazing things.

The trickster peered over her shoulder trying to see what was drawn out on the pad in front of her. It looked like a bunch of shapes to him, but she’d gone through several papers.

“What are you doing?” he asked sitting next to her on the sofa

“Nothing,” she replied making wild movements with her hand on the paper

“What are these?” he questioned uncrumpling the papers next to him

“Aren’t you just full of questions?” she said taking the papers from him

“I’m just curious,” he responded sneaking a piece of paper away and hastily unfolding it “that’s me,”

“It’s not good,” she said

“It’s amazing,” he responded

She narrowed her eyes “I’ve seen better,”

“Well, I like it,” Loki confessed, “maybe I’ll show Thor?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said “not that one,”

“There are others?” he questioned

“What do you think I’m working on right now?” she said

It took a few hours, but that was the last paper she used that night. A day or so later Loki saw her sitting on the sofa with a blank page in front of her.

“Did you finish the last one?” he asked

“Kinda,” she said “I don’t really like it,”

“Do you ever?” he questioned taking the pad from her and flipping to the picture. It was one of the best drawings he’d seen. It was as if he was staring at a picture she’d taken

“What don’t you like?” he asked

“The shading is all wrong” she responded

“I see,” he replied carefully removing the picture from the pad

“What are you doing?” she questioned taking the pad away from him

“I’m taking this,” he stated, “I look like a king.”

“That’s the point,” she smiled “you really like it?”

“The only thing it’s missing is a crown,” Loki commented

“Gimme,” she replied taking the drawing from him and doodling something on it. When she handed it back, the god noticed a small crown floating above his head.

“Much better” he smirked

    3.   I think things that aren’t true

He found her curled in a ball in her closet, tears stained her cheeks. The god didn't know what to do, should he comfort her? Should he leave her? Maybe she just needed to be alone, or maybe she needed someone there but couldn't ask. He didn't enter the closet, but he sat down in the doorway if she needed someone she had someone, but if she didn't the girl could easily ignore him. He noticed her sobs begin to quiet, like she was holding her breath, trying to hide.

“It’s just me,” he called softly

Her breath hitched, and he could see her curl tighter in the closet.

“Do you want me to come in?” Loki asked

“N-no” she muttered “yes…”

The god frowned and crawled into the closet and pulled the girl into his arms. He didn't ask her anything he just held her if she needed to talk he was there but if she didn't want to, there was no pressure.

“Y-you weren't supposed to see this,” she paused “see this me.”

“It’s alright love,” he assured “I understand,”

“I'm sorry,” she cried

“For what?” the god asked pulling her closer

“For- for not telling you,” her breathing became more sporadic “for not being, being who you thought I was”

“Darling it's alright,” he said calmly “I promise, just breathe ok?”

She nodded trying to calm herself and breathe with him. That night she fell asleep in his arms, they both slept in the closet.

   4.   I'm not a nice person

Loki looked at the words, again and again, he could actually understand this one, sort of. Y/n did have a tendency to snap at people or be sassy, and sometimes she was rude, but she always had a reason. Generally, if you didn't piss her off, she was kind and usually caring.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she scowled

“Don’t what?” Tony asked

“Don’t act like you’re better than him,” she said, “don’t act like you haven’t made your fair share of mistakes.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t try to kill an entire race or take over the world,” he retorted

“But your robot child did,” she countered

“He’s not my child, and Bruce helped too,” Tony stated

“Bro,” Bruce said looking up from his papers

“He didn’t want to help,” she replied “besides Ultron was your idea,”

“Well I’m not inherently evil like him,” Tony said

You groaned “He is not inherently evil, I figured you’d understand him, try to at least get along with him but no.”

“Why should I?” he asked

“Because he’s going to be living here and you can’t just ignore him, and you can’t be a dick to him,” you answered

“Aww,” he pouted “don’t want me to hurt his ego?” “No, I don’t want to hurt yours,” the girl glared

“Sweetheart,” Tony started before Bruce cut him off

“Bad idea man” he called from his desk

“I thought you weren’t getting involved” Tony called back

“As much fun as it is to watch her kick your ass I don’t want to clean it up again,” Bruce replied

“Just try to be nice to him,” she said

“Fine,” he paused “but if he’s an ass.”

“You’re going to be the better person,” you finished for him and walked out.

Loki may not have been the argument, but Thor had told him to go to you if he had issues with everyone and he soon learned the story. He didn’t understand exactly why you stood up for him without knowing him yet, but he had to admit it was a nice change.

    5.   I have no friends

That was a blatant lie, in fact, she was out with her friends now. Not just her friends her family. Loki wanted to delve into this list a bit further, use it as a way to help. That was if he could help if she wanted his help. But as he was about to read the next item on the page her voice rang through the air. She wasn't due back for another day, the mission must've been easier than they thought.

“Loki?” She asked he rushed to shove the notebook back where he found it and pull out a photo album knowing he wouldn't have enough time to put away the box.

“I didn't know you looked this cute as a baby?” he said as she walked through the door her cheeks flushed red

“What are you doing,” she asked

The god merely shrugged putting the photo album back along with the box it came from.

“You were gone an awfully long time, darling,” he said

“Aww, you missed me” she teased

“I did not” he stated

“Did too” she sang walking out of the room “how about we fix that with a movie?”

“As you wish” Loki called getting up from his spot in the closet

“Just for that we’re watching The Princess Bride” she smiled.

It was hard for Loki to believe that she couldlook and seem this happy after what he had just read. He figgured that after reading eb=ven just part of the note he’d see all the things he missed before but she hid it so well. No wonder no one knew what was really going on in the girls mind.

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A/n: I hope you guys liked it! Part 2 should b out next week? I am so sorry it took me so long! -G

[guksuu]

a giant post about tag games that im gonna finish right now [pt. 1]

skjfhsdkf i’ve been tagged for games and i’ve been neglecting to do them so here’s a giant post with all of them! not gonna tag anyone cause there are so many BUT feel free to do them :’) im warning u, this is gonna be super long!

kpop q’s!

tysm to @yugy for tagging me!!

1. who was your first female bias?

iu

2. who was your first male bias?

cheondung from mblaq!

3. who are your current biases? other than the above:

no biases..im an OT stan (lmao am i the only OT stan for all groups?)

4. in the entire kpop indrustry, who is the closest to your ideal type?

jkshdfksd hmmmm...i dont really have an ideal type..

5. have you ever attended any kpop concert/fan meet/fan sign?

yes!

6. if yes, which group/artist? how was your experience?

my first concert (which is the only concert i’ve been to so far), was club eskimo (dean, offonoff, miso, saay). it was amazing! the performances were a1 n meeting them was so cool. i also saw monsta x! it was such a great night n the boys were so sweet!

7. which group(s) would you like to see live?

got7, seventeen, block b, b.a.p, day6, nu’est, winner...a lot of groups lmao

8. how did you get into kpop?

my brother actually showed me suju’s sorry sorry like in 2009 n i got really interested, so i started looking around n finding more groups.

9. who are your otps?

i haven’t really gotten into otps yet, but some i do know are: yugbam, verkwan, jinyoon, sope

10. when did you start shipping?

jkshfksd im still figuring out ships

11. what was your favorite fanfic genre?

anything thats fluff n angst dkhkdfg

12. what is your favorite music genre?

i listen to a lot of genres 

top 10 bias tag

thank u tracy, @eggciao, for tagging me!!

sdfkhsdf im ot so this is gonna be hard but o well (i already did this but imma do it again lmao)

1. junhui (svt)

2. yongguk (b.a.p)

3. chunjin (myteen)

4. ten (nct)

5. johnny (nct)

6. yoochan (a.c.e)

7. dowoon (day6)

8. hyungwon (monsta x)

9. dongho (nu’est)

10. jisung (wanna one)

song tag

thank u @otteryj n @kawaiikpopofsatan n @calemiel for the tag :-)

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people!

1.  짜장면 - myteen

2. cant see the end - seventeen

3. cry - mblaq

4. stop it - b.a.p

5. moon, 12:04am - offonoff

6. 다시 앞으로 (ft. sumin) - loco

7. 밀착 - taek

8. hey - got7 

9. rollercoaster - monsta x

10. good bye bye  - nu’est

five things tag

thank u to the lovely @smilingvernon n @whaaattheflower for tagging me!

rules: write the five things in the situation, and then tag 15 people~

five things you’ll find in my bag:

headphones

tons of pens

gum

color pencils 

tons of random papers that I need to throw out

five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

vinyls

art supplies scattered everywhere

all of my ceramic and sculpture works

lots of club supplies

binders that are super old, which I need to get rid of

five things I’ve always wanted to do:

travel

learn a new language

go to a festival

sell art

volunteer in a different country

five things that make me feel happy:

dogs

my family n friends

food (so cliche but honestly..)

my lovely mutuals

my favorites loving themselves

five things I’m currently into:

skin care

old school rnb/hip hop/soul/rap

asmr 

crime shows

plants

five things on my to-do list:

possibly dye my hair bc senior portraits are coming up 

explore n go outside

buy more vinyls even though im broke shfksdsdf

stop being a pushover ://///

fix my sleeping schedule before school starts but we all know it’s not going to happen

get to know me tag

thank u to @cngkyns n @urmomstax n @sleepyw0ns n @nyaaaaaw for tagging me! 

rules: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

the last: 1. drink: boba 2. phone call: my mom 3. text message: “50% sweet and light ice” (i was texting my sister my drink order lmao)  4. the song you listened to: diamond 4 ya - b.a.p 5. the time you cried: ahh i don’t remember

have you: 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no

list three favorite colors: 12-14: black, yellow, green (that muted green color though lmao)

in the last year have you: 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: yes 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your friends are: yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: no

general: 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: a majority of them 23. do you have any pets: used to have fishes, turtles, and birds 24. do you want to change your name: not anymore 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went out to go eat with the family  26. what time did you wake up: 11am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching one fine day 28. name something you can’t wait for: la trip in october

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday night 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: im tired of being a pushover :///

31. what are you listening right now: yoongi’s mixtape 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes?  33. something that is getting on your nerves: people who love calling others rude names over minor mistakes, ANYONE THAT SEXUALIZES MINORS, passive aggressive people. i have more but that would be a long list.     34. most visited website: tumblr

lost questions aka random info about me 35. mole(s): one on my thigh (if i remember correctly) 36. mark(s): on my elbow from falling, one between my brows when i slipped on the stairs n fell during tag 37. childhood dream: i had so many like being a dentist, firefighter, cop, etc. 38. hair color: dark brown 39. long or short hair: i like both!

40. do you have a crush on someone: nope 41. what do you like about yourself: my ceramic and sculpture skills!  42. piercings: nope 43. bloodtype: i dunno 44. nickname: lili (that’s what my cousins calls me)

45. relationship status: single

46. zodiac: aries 47. pronouns: she/her 48. favorite TV Show: all the old nick, cartoon network, and disney shows, law & order svu, ridiculousness, wild n out, mr. robot, etc. 49. tattoos: nope 50. right or left hand: right 51. surgery: yes but when i was younger  52. hair dyed in different color: i have done like an ombre before 53. sports: i like basketball, swimming, and baseball 55. vacation: i wanna go back to hawai’i, visit korea, thailand, philippines, etc. 56. pair of trainers: 2

more general: 57. eating: lots of viet and chinese 58. drinking: water, and boba 59. i’m about to: watch some shows, make gfx n gifs 61. waiting for: the day i graduate highschool 62. want: lots of food n rest 63. get married: yes, but maybe after i get settled a bit w my career 64. career: sculptures&ceramics/graphic designer, or psychology/criminal justice

which is better?: 65. hugs or kisses: hugs

66. lips or eyes: eyes!

67. shorter or taller: either

68. older or younger: either, but not by a lot

70. nice arms or stomach: either lmao

71. sensitive or loud: both!

72. hookups or relationships: relationships

73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

have you ever: 74. kissed a stranger: no 75. drank hard liquor: yes 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes  77. turned someone down: yes 78. sex on the first date: no 79. broken someone’s heart: yes 80. had your heart broken: yes 81. been arrested: no 82. cried when someone died: yes 83. fallen for a friend: no

do you believe in: 84. yourself: not really :/ 85. miracles: yes, but where are they in my life lmao 86. love at first sight: depends 87. santa Claus: no 88. kiss on the first date: no 89. angels: yes

other: 90. current best friends name: hannah, jane, kim, christina, and jhkdfs all of my network pals :-)) 91. eyecolor: dark brown 92. favorite movie: any studio ghibli film i’ve seen, kill bill 1 & 2, forrest gump, wonder woman, beetle juice, boyz n the hood, etc.

question tag

tagged by @wooziology!!! tysm :-))

1. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER SOMEONE?

nope

2. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

i don’t remember

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

i like it. it’s super small.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?

beef or chicken

5. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?

yes?

6. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

yes

7. DO YOU HAVE YOUR TONSILS?

yes

8. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?

no thank u

9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF CEREAL?

cookie crunch, cinnamon toast, or regular cheerios

10. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES?

yes

11. DO YOU THINK YOU’RE A STRONG PERSON?

no

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?

coffee

13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

their personalities

14. RED OR PINK?

both!

15. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE PHYSICAL THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF?

my forhead lmao

16. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING NOW?

black jeans n black/white vans

17. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?

pizza n pasta

18. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?

OYEAH by olnl (he’s a really nice rapper, check him out!!)

19. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?

grey

20. FAVORITE SMELL?

mint

21. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU SPOKE TO ON THE PHONE?

my mom 

22. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?

basketball 

23. HAIR COLOR?

dark brown

24. EYE COLOR?

dark brown

25. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?

no

26. FAVORITE FOOD TO EAT?

noodles, especially noodle soups

27. SCARY MOVIE OR COMEDY?

both!

28. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?

the belko experiment (one of the most wild films i have watched)

29. WHAT COLOR OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?

tan wih orange stripes

30. SUMMER OR WINTER

winter forever

31. HUGS OR KISSES

hugs!

32.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING?

none but i wanna read the divine comedy, the lathe of heaven, and demian

33. WHO DO YOU MISS RIGHT NOW?

my brother n cousins n parents

34. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? 

i dont have a mouse pad

35. WHAT IS THE LAST PROGRAM YOU WATCHED?

seventeen’s one fine day

36. WHAT IS THE BEST SOUND?

the rain or waves. they’re honestly so soothing

37. ROLLING STONES OR THE BEATLES?

im more familiar with the beatles, so beatles

38. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE EVER TRAVELED?

hawai’i

39. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

do my ceramic n sculpture skills count or?

40. WHERE WERE YOU BORN

california!

30 questions tag!

tagged by the cuties, @lastnamesuh n @eatnamjin n @princesssjoy n max. thank you so much!

nickname: hmmm...my monbebe pals often call me baeiley...i think someone also has me as baeleaf too lmao. other nicknames beside that are lili, which is what my cousins call me.

gender: female

star sign: aries

height: 5′3

time: 6:20pm

birthday: april 1st

favorite bands: nu’est, b.a.p., got7, seventeen, monsta x, myteen, a.c.e, winner, nct (lmao all of three),  block b, btob, day6, theboyz, victon, vixx...n a lot of other groups. 

favorite solo artist(s): im such a big khh/krnb fan so brave, saero, crucial star, samuel seo, jeebanoff, dean, dpr, punchnello, bewhy, crush, g.nine, loco, bloo, dumbfoundead, olnl, sik k, n a lot more. others are taek, paul kim, iu, jung jin woo, ra.D, grizzly, moonmoon, sam kim, miso, suran, etc. for american music, its sza, kehlani, sob rbe, childish gambino, made in tyo, amine, isaiah rashad, kendrick lamar, etc.

song stuck in my head: overcome - nu’est & crush - yuna 

last movie i watched: hmmmm...men in black. its one of my favorites!

last show i watched: law & order svu

when did i create my blog: i created this blog...like 2014? this blog was originally my personal but i moved it so it can be my primary. i would say i changed into a kmusic blog this year in january!

what do i post: lmao im multifandom so a lot of groups, also some aes n social stuff.

last thing i googled: the word “blithely” for my english class

do u have other blogs: i have my personal which is @medasins n another blog but i aint gonna tell u the other one bc that one is still being edited. i also run monbebe net as an admin with four of my other mutuals. 

do u get asks: super rare lmao. i dont mind people sending asks though!

why did u choose this blog name: i wanted a general username n i just love noodles so much jksgfddfhggj

following: tons of talented/adorable mutuals that i love so much! also others that make a lot of beautiful content! 

followers: 517 

favorite colors: literally the color scheme i have for my blog rn (black, mustard/golden yellow, n this blueish-grey). i also rlly like grey, or any other muted tones. 

average hours of sleep: during school...3-7 hours. during the summer/weekends...8-10 hours.

lucky number: i do not have a lucky number but 0? 

instruments: i played brass/lower brass instruments (trumpet, cornet, baritone, n french horn) from like 5th-8th grade. right now i play/am learning a bit of ukulele!

what am i wearing: black running shorts n a grey tee

how many blankets i sleep with: one but two for winter

dream job: i dunno...still figuring it out

dream trip: traveling!

favorite food: 

favorite food: literally noodles, any noodles. i also love homemade viet n chinese food. O INDIAN N THAI TOO.

nationality: chinese!

favorite song now: ummm...lately i by saero, but also 짜장면 by myteen

[caterinawrites]

Colors of the Soul CH 14

So, I was a monster and sat and typed this all in one sitting. Mostly, I did play some Breath of the Wild for a little bit, but I had it open in the background. And I did finish it! And you can read it! Be warned it is the angsiest of all of the angst we’ve had thus far, but this is the beginning of the end, friends, I promise. 6 more chapters left in total. 

FF | AO3

           “You should really stand up to her, girl,” Alya prompted as Marinette buried her face in her knees on their usual bench. “Don’t let her walk all over you. He’s your soulmate, and she has no right to throw herself at him just because she doesn’t have anyone else.”

           “It’s no big deal, Alya. Chloe’s just cruel. Standing up to her isn’t going to change anything, actually it could make her worse,” Marinette sighed, shifting her legs to cross them. “I just feel bad for Adrien, being stuck with her his whole life.”

           “Yeah, no kidding. That girl needs to find her own soulmate and leave that boy alone cause he is not interested,” Alya grunted, glaring over where Chloe had her arm linked through Adrien’s toting him around like a trophy while she dished out her usual ugliness. “I just can’t stand her.”

           “I don’t think anyone can,” Marinette rolled her eyes as the bell rang to end free period. “Come on. Let’s just get back to class.”

           They followed the crowd slowly as everyone made their way to the science classroom, and Marinette did her best to hide herself from Chloe’s line of sight, but when Chloe was on a mission, she never missed her mark. She purposefully shoved her over to get to Adrien, walking a few paces in front of them, no doubt hoping to avoid her after slipping away carefully.

           “Adrikins, won’t you be my lab partner today?” She cooed, nuzzling against his chest. He let out a sigh, and Alya reached her breaking point as she helped Marinette up.

           “Hey! What is your problem? Can’t you take a hint? He’s not interested,” She growled, glaring Chloe square in the eye.

           “Um, why don’t you mind your own business? Adrien is my best friend, and I’m just looking out for him because his soulmate is a lousy no-show,” She cocked her hip to one side with a smug smirk.

           “That doesn’t give you a right to insert yourself as his wanna-be soulmate just because you’re all alone,” Alya retorted, gaining several muffled snickers from their surrounding classmates. When Chloe’s eyes narrowed menacingly, Marinette grabbed Alya’s wrist.

           “Okay, you’ve made your point,” She urged, but Alya wasn’t done.

           “Ya know, you walk around here like you own the place, treating everyone like dirt, and for what purpose?” She folded her arms over her chest. “I think you’re just jealous because everyone around you has a soulmate, and you don’t. Because why would anyone want to be with you?”

           “You’d better choose your words carefully, Cesaire,” Chloe growled through clenched teeth.

           “Or what? You’re gonna call your daddy on me?” Alya cooed mockingly.

           “Alya…” Marinette tried once more.

           “You have no idea,” She warned, hands clenching into fists.

           “Oh get off your fake-throne. You like to pretend that you’re better than everyone else, but in reality, you wish you had someone who cared about you, so you make it your goal to make everyone with a soulmate feel miserable like you!” Alya shot back, a satisfied smirk creeping over her lips when Chloe’s lip began to quiver as she held off angry tears. Her hands were balled so tightly at her sides, Marinette knew that the oncoming outburst was going to be ugly. Little did she know how ugly it would be.

           In one motion, she spun around to face Adrien whose concerned expression only deepened when her teary gaze met his. Chloe took a few shallow breaths before she destroyed everything Marinette had worked so hard to keep hidden.

           “Marinette Dupain-Cheng thinks she’s your soulmate!” She shouted as rage-fueled tears spilled down her cheeks, and Marinette felt her blood run cold. “She saw your face in a magazine when she was a little girl, used to carry it around and stare at it like a stalker! But she’s just a big, fat liar because you didn’t start seeing color when you first saw her, did you, Adrikins?”

           Alya turned around to face her friend, who was frozen in horror. Her limbs wouldn’t move no matter how hard she willed them, and her classmates were starting to whisper frantically among themselves. The moment she’d feared for so long had arrived, and it was worse than she’d expected.

           “Marinette, I-I didn’t know she…Oh, my god, I’m so sorry, I never would have if I had known-” Alya fumbled, placing her hand on her shoulder, but Marinette shrugged her off. That one small motion was enough to kick start her muscles, and before she realized it, she was running out the front door of the school into the pouring rain.

“M! Wait!” Alya called, racing after her, but by the time she made it outside, Marinette was already gone.

Inside the school, Adrien picked up her discarded backpack, too shocked to really process what was happening. Beside him Chloe breathed heavily as she came down off of her high, and in an instant, the courtyard erupted with noise.

“Do you think it’s true?”

“Are they really soulmates?”

“Why aren’t they together then?”

“How did Chloe know that?”

Adrien approached Alya slowly, clutching Marinette’s bag so tightly, his knuckles were white. His mind was jumbled. There was, of course, the possibility that Chloe was lying, but based on Marinette’s swift departure and the expression on Alya’s face, he was willing to bet it wasn’t a lie. And if Chloe was telling the truth, that meant that there was another person who got their soulmate wrong.

“Is it true?” He murmured in a low, gravelly voice.

“What?” Alya turned to him, seemingly snapped out of her worrisome trance.

“Am I really her soulmate?” He asked, looking her straight in the eye.

“I think that’s something you should ask her,” Alya shook her head, turning and slumping back to class where Mme. Mendeleiev was shouting for everyone to get inside. Adrien glanced down at the pink bag in his hands with a pensive frown, before turning and heading after her.

In the rooftops of Paris, Ladybug zipped by, running…anywhere, away. It didn’t matter where she ended up, and she wasn’t much paying attention to where she was going. Her eyes burned as her tears mixed with the rain, and eventually, her clumsiness caught up with her as she fell forward. She laid there for a minute, face down on a roof, burying her face in her elbow as her shoulders shook with each sob.

Adrien knew.

Everyone knew. Or rather, everyone thought she was a liar. Because that’s what she seemed like, right? Chloe was right; Adrien started seeing color before he met her. Almost everyone knew that, and Chloe was likely to turn everyone against her. Marinette didn’t want to go back. More than anything she wanted to run away and never come back, but she knew it wasn’t possible. So for the time being, she curled up in the shelter of a nearby church bell tower, and cried until her aching heart bled raw. Until all she felt was numb and cold.

“Marinette, oh my god, Tom!” Her mother cried when she arrived back home, soaking wet and adorned with a lifeless, distant expression. She let her parents lead her in and help her into dry clothes.

“Sweetheart, we were all so worried about you. Where did you go?” Her papa asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern as her mother rubbed her back.

“Oh, sweetie,” Sabine sighed, pulling her against her chest. “You look like your heart’s been shattered into a million pieces. Alya told us what happened. I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve never heard of anything like this. There’s got to be some mistake-”

“Tom!” Sabine clipped, giving her husband a stern look when fresh tears sprang free from their daughter’s eyes. “Why don’t you go get some rest, sweetie?”

Marinette nodded numbly and moved up the stairs with stiff, robotic motions. Goose-bumps littered her skin, and she shivered as she crawled under her blankets. Tikki nuzzled her cheek softly, offering up a sympathetic expression.

“Maybe it will all work out,” She suggested, trying to stay positive, but Marinette felt too broken.

“Not this time, Tikki.”

The next morning, Adrien stopped by the bakery early, Marinette’s abandoned backpack in his hands. He hesitated outside the door for a moment before stepping inside. As soon as Marinette’s parents laid eyes on him, they exchanged cautious expressions.

“Yes, can we help you with anything?” Mrs. Cheng greeted with a friendly smile.

“Um, is Marinette here? She left her bag yesterday,” He held it up to prove his case.

“She’s fallen sick. Caught a cold from the rain yesterday. I’ll take it up to her,” She replied, reaching for the bag, but Adrien instinctively, held it closer.

“Can I see her?” He tried, but Mrs. Cheng frowned.

“I think it’s better if you don’t,” She murmured, taking the backpack out of his hands. “You should get going. Don’t want to be late for school.”

“But…” His voice trailed off, and he slumped defeatedly. “Um, tell her I hope she feels better.”

“Sure,” Tom nodded curtly, and Adrien turned and headed out.

Marinette didn’t return to school for three days, and they were the longest three days of his life. So many times he wanted to return to the bakery, but he knew the result would have been the same each time. When she finally did arrive, she slipped in just as the bell rang, and all noise in the classroom ceased. Every eye fixed on her, and she griped her straps a little tighter as she scurried up to her seat, moving passed him swiftly with downcast eyes as to avoid meeting his gaze.

Adrien couldn’t help but fidget all class as questions raced through his mind. There was so much he wanted to know, so many things he wanted to ask her, but she was avoiding him, that much was apparent when the bell rang, and she sprang from her seat and ran out of the room. With a determined resolve, he steeled himself up and headed after her, taking long strides to catch up to her.

“Marinette,” He called, and at the sound of his voice her feet moved quicker, and so did his. “Wait up! I just want to talk.”

He gave pursuit all the way to the locker room, but she ducked inside the girl’s bathroom quickly. With an exasperated sigh, he leaned against the wall outside the door.

“Marinette, talk to me,” He pleaded, but she remained quiet and hidden so he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. I’ll leave you alone.”

He sat among the lockers by the only exit to the locker room and waited. Only after everyone else had returned to class did she peak out from the bathroom and quietly begin to creep toward the door.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, startling her as she passed. When their eyes met, everything seemed off, like everything was too bright and too dull at the same time, but in an instant she ripped her gaze from his and shrugged.

“Chloe makes stuff up all the time, and I’m her favorite person to torture. Of course she’d say it was me,” She murmured, averting her gaze and shrinking back a little when he stepped forward.

“No, I know what Chloe is,” He folded his arms over his chest and surveyed her pained expression. “What I want to know is what you are, Marinette. Because the pain on your face right now is a little too deep, and people don’t just disappear for hours on end in the rain when someone tells a lie about them.” He let out a short sigh when she bit her lip to hide how it quivered. “Tell me the truth, Marinette.”

“You wanna know the truth?” She grunted, lifting her gaze to meet his once more, jaw clenching indignantly. “Fate is cruel.”

And with that she spun around and shoved open the door, leaving Adrien standing alone in the locker room. He didn’t chase after her, not this time. Her wounds were too fresh, and he probably would have only made things worse. Part of him wished he knew what to say to her, or what to do. Everyone else made love look so easy, so Adrien had to wonder why for him it was always so hard.