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hawksugarbaby · 3 years ago

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Shinso x reader - Burning sensation

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Every morning at 7:00 you would meet shinso outside your dorm to head to school "Hey Hitoshi how ya doin this mornin" you asked sideling up to the boy who you had gotten to know quite well through your walks too and from school, and your time in class, and lunch, and training after school, you were never really away from each other actually. He took comfort in the time you spent together and you enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. It was pretty understandable why he didn't want to be friends, to begin with, but there was no way in hell you were letting the boy go through 3 years of school without any friends! So you made it your own personal mission to change his mind about you, and you were pretty chuffed when he actually stopped pushing you away yep this boat was firmly tied to the dock now. "I'm fine just tired" he was always tired.

The gleaming white windows of your school came into view lighting up the area around it like a child shining a magnifying glass on a bunch of tiny ants swarming to their colony. You nudged his side with your elbow getting his attention "SO I heard someone is getting transferred into the hero course next year!" you were so proud of him! This was his dream come true and he was finally getting his big opportunity "yeah it's pretty crazy" it was true he was more than thrilled to be joining the hero course but he felt like he was betraying you in some way, you should be in there with him! You were just as powerful if not more than he was. It didn't feel right leaving you "I can't believe it Hitoshi! I'm so happy for you, we should go get ice cream later to celebrate!" you walked through the door together weaving through the other people dotted around the corridor to reach your own classroom tucked away at the end . the thought hadn't even crossed your mind about how lonely you would be without Hitoshi, and it was coming up for the end of the year, you would have to cherish your time more than ever. "Ice cream sounds nice."

Th day went on rather uneventfully, thankfully it was lunch now so food was on the top of your mind "what should I get today?" you asked your lavender friend, you were determined to have everything on the menu at least once before you left school, you had quite a few options to go "what about a cappuccino and the udon?" it was pretty lucky he was keeping track of what you had and hadn't got yet otherwise you would never get close to finishing the challenge "you just want my cappuccino huh" you stepped up to the counter and ordered your food and drink which was ready in a flash thanks to lunch rush (give the dude some credit he does lunch for that entire school every day!) "maybe" he gave a lopsided grin and you rolled your eyes.

you both set off for a table near the back where you usually sat when a green-haired boy waving his arm caught your eye "hey Hitoshi is that one of your new classmates" you questioned gesturing to the freckled boy who was frantically trying to get his attention "oh yeah that's midoriya" he brushed off the topic and continued off to your table "hey wait you should go sit with them!" you called after the boy who groaned and span round his purple locks dangled in front of his eyes blocking his view fully but he could tell you weren't gonna let him leave. "but... why?" "because they're your classmates silly come on" you pulled him over to the table much to his dismay "h-hey shinso do you want to sit with us?" midoriya asked and everyone else at the table eyed him up like a flock of vultures inspecting there pray "can (y/n) sit too?" wait no what you weren't in that class why would you sit there? That was like... the top dog table right? "Of course!" oh well oh kay then guess you were one with the big leagues now. "Hi it's nice to meet you, I'm ururaka" she introduced herself with a big grin, you noticed she was holding her juice with 4 fingers and had pink pads in the middle of her fingertips "I'm (l/n) nice to meet you too" you sat down next to Hitoshi excited to make some new friends, maybe if you liked them he would like them more.

"So you and shinso are really good friends huh?" you nodded as you took a sip of your cappuccino and ultimately decided it was one of the less amazing things on the menu "yeah he's like my best friend and I'm pretty much his emotional support dog" you giggled and handed off the warm, bitter drink to him which he was more than happy to take off your hands "in all honesty she should be the one joining your class, daughter of the number 2 hero couldn't cut the hero programme" he teased and everyone else gasped "YOUR DAD IS HAWKS!" yep it was true you were the daughter of the number 2 hero hawks and someone else?? Mum didn't stick around long, your quirk was a little HOT TO HANDLE (roll with it) "what's your quirk! Can you show us!" midoriya begged from across the table which Hitoshi was not happy about he didn't like it when people gave you more attention than he did "um no I definitely cannot show you! But I can tell you what it iss" you sang and the boy grabbed a pencil and notepad out his bag "uh it's called Pheonix I have retractable wings... made of blue fire... and I can fly and shoot the feathers and I have the feather blades like dad and all that jazz" "she also has the same dumb personality" Hitoshi added and you gasped looking at him hurt "don't talk about my dad like that he loves you" he did actually like Hitoshi a surprising amount and you were pretty convinced he shipped you like a 15-year-old girl watching 2 boys in an anime about superheroes (-_-)

"But if your dad is the number 2 hero how come you aren't in the hero course" ouch. You gripped your chopsticks harshly "some bitch thought it would be funny to knock me out during the entrance exam and it was too late to get me in by recommendation" the chopsticks snapped splintering off into a bunch of smaller pieces. The lively nature of the cafe suddenly turned to one of concern when 2 mini puffs of thick smoke filtered out from the back of your blazer blanketing the roof and the smell of burning fabric infiltrated your noses "your burning" Hitoshi said from beside you "OH sorry sorry I didn't notice" you said and started to calm yourself down by stealing Hitoshi's lemonade "you must be upset about having to be in different classes after the new year" the boy with the bird head said. Well yeah but he wouldn't be leaving you completely, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could start Hitoshi started "I don't intend on letting her go half a year alone in that class, either she moves up or I go back down" he grit his teeth at the thought of you being alone in that class by yourself, and if it meant he had to give up his dream of being in the hero course he would. You smiled and then sighed when you realised you couldn't finish your udon since your chopsticks had transformed into toothpicks.

Ah yes, finally the end of the day. You and Hitoshi walked out of the nicely air-conditioned school into the dry blistering heat of the outside world "oh god whyyy" you cried and shook your fist at the sun then immediately regretted it as a bunch of white spots danced around in your eyes (FUN FACT THOSE ARE CALLED PHOSPHENES. Y'know, like phosphor) "so ice cream" you stumbled around trying to your friends and jumped when he put his hands on the back of your shoulders "just keep walking dummy" he said and you did so until you gained your sight back. "It's such a hot day this is evil" you crossed your arms angrily as you made your way to your house since you had decided to get changed before you got ice cream so that the sweltering heat didn't melt you both to a puddle of sweat and ew (THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH OKAY).

"HEY DAD ARE YOU HOME?" you shouted into the house and a little red feather shot down to where you were standing "I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES THEN" you and shinso wandered up to your room dumping your bags with an audible thud "crop top and jeans?" you asked holding up your clothes and showing them off to Hitoshi "sure why not," he said and pulled out the bag of clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe that you kept there for him. "Vest and shorts?" he held up the clothes and you nodded and he descended down the hall to the bathroom waving to your dad as he went past. It was such a perfect day, it was too good to be overthinking little things like clothes or how lonely you would be without Hitoshi or what he meant when he said when he wasn't leaving you behind or how he really felt about you or- "how's my chicklet?" (hawk's most defining personality trait is that he likes chicken don't @me) your dad asked ruffling your hair "it is too hot to exist right now but Hitoshi and I are gonna get ice cream" you grinned and cracked open your window hoping a breeze would come through and cool you down a smidge. "Like a date?" "No dad it's not a date" "finneee have fun" he pouted and left you alone to get changed.

"Hey, Hitoshi what ice cream do you want?" you asked looking over the menu on the side of the truck that was parked in the park... "it's a vanilla day I think," you stepped up to the counter ordering your ice creams both with a flake obviously and sat on a cool metal bench which was hidden by the big weeping willow tree, it was your favourite spot in the whole park because it was always shady and the big tree made you feel like little kids again, you were so small in comparison and when the wind picked up the branches whipped around like a carousel and tangled together like a curtain to hide behind.

"hey you'll be okay in the class by yourself for a while right?" he asked and took a pit off his ice cream "I'll have to be won't I. I'm really proud of you you know that" you stole the flake that he was about to bite into and took a bite out of it letting the chocolate bit's fall off and land on your crop top melting almost instantly "I know. But I promise I'm gonna get you up there with me. You won the sports festival I don't know why they're taking me" (ROLL WITH IT) he stole your flake in retaliation and started eating his ice cream "because you deserve it stop doubting yourself" you preached. You listened to the cars drive by and the angry drivers honking at each other, in all fairness there were indicators for a reason. The bustling life of the city drowned out by the calm bubble surrounding the 2 of you "well you deserve it too (y/n)" he argued and you both burst into a fit of laughter knowing that it was almost impossible to be mad at each other and this wasn't even close to a reason.

"Hey I need to tell you something" he whispered taking a bite out of the sugary cone "oooh~ are you going to profess your undying love for me" you giggled not knowing what you were getting into in the next few minutes "yes... I am" ".....WHAT!" WELL, THIS TOOK A TURN "I like you. Like in a girlfriend type of way" he sighed when a big flake of his cone cracked and fell into the dirt under him "oh. This is unexpected" you whispered taking a bite out of your own cone getting crumbs down your top "if you don't feel the same it's okay I just wanted you to know" he pursed his lips and drew little circles in the dry dirt "no I do, I do feel the same I guess I just didn't realise I felt the same... does that make sense?" it probably didn't.

Of course, you felt the same, he had been your best friend for a while now so obviously you caught some feelings but you had never given them a title like, a crush or love or anything like that, they were just there. They would either go away or they wouldn't and now you were here. You were glad they hadn't "yeah it does" he smiled and the wind picked up a bit lacing the branches together to create th perfect veil as he leaned down and kissed you softly, it was nice and filled with love and admiration and your face turned soft pink and matched the heat of the sun beating down right now.

It didn't last long unfortunately as 2 pillars of smoke started coming out of your shirt and burning fabric once again took over your senses "NO NO NO NOT NOW COME ON" you shouted feeling the fabric separating on your back and you held the front of your crop top on your front "okay well we're gonna not do that for now" Hitoshi said calmy and you shot him a panicked glance gesturing to your unfortunate situation with your other hand. The back of your top fell off and you arched your back when it came into contact with the cold rugged bark of the willow tree "OKAY WELL NOT WALKING HOME LIKE THAT" he shouted and took off his vest throwing it to you and turning away.

You put it on quickly after you calmed down a bit and you weren't burning anything. "Okay you can turn around," you instructed focusing only on the branches in front of you "what not gonna look at me?" "nope" "why not?" you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue "because if I do this shirt will just burn off too and then we'll have to phone dad and get him to bring me a shirt and then he'll ask how I managed to burn two of my shirts off and then I have to listen to him go on and on like a 15-year-old girl about how he totally called that we would get together and then-" "alright I get it," he said putting his hand over your mouth 'well you just set yourself up for failure' you thought and licked his hand which he pulled back and wiped on your jeans "your gross" he chuckled and stood up wiping the dirt off his jeans and standing directly in your eye line putting his hand out to help you up. Which you didn't accept since you were rather busy ogling those goddamn washboard abs "well your not burning yet but you might be brain dead" he flicked your forehead and you shook your head slightly accepting his help up.

You started to walk home as the bright blue sky turned to a medley of tangerine and lavenders with pink brush strokes in between. "We should get ice cream more often," he said his honeyed voice cutting the silence held between you "I agree, we train so much we deserve it!" you exclaimed "you just wanna see me shirtless" he teased. It took every ounce of willpower you had to not burn the shirt off by accident but thankfully you didn't "pfft no. I want ice cream the shirtless thing doesn't have to be exclusively an ice cream thing" you pointed out nudging his shoulder with yours as your house got closer and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him like 2 magnets sticking to each other.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow Hitoshi," you said once you reached your door "yeah see you tomorrow," he said pecking your cheek and walking off down the road leaving you astonished at your door. "DAD YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS" you screamed as you entered the house.

4 weeks later

"We have another student joining the hero course" the grumpy teacher announced and you bust into the 1-A classroom with your wings outstretched behind you "PUT THE GREMLIN BACK" shinso shouted from the back of the classroom "GO BACK UNDER THE BRIDGE YOU CAME FROM" you shouted back and took your seat next to him "dad wants to know if you're staying for dinner after training" you whispered, "yeah what are we having?" "chicken"

#my hero academia #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #wattpad #mha #boku no hero fanfic #shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi x reader

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activechataclysme · 4 years ago

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TITLE: two truths and a lie.

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Ship: The Love Square - SnekMouse Rating: T [ AO3 ]

Summary:

“For the, uh, game. You said two things,” he said, holding up two fingers. He wiggled one finger. “That there was a, uh, boy you’ve been in love with for years,” then the other. “And that you want to get over him.”

“I get that,” he said quietly, tapping a rhythm against her shoulder with his fingers. “Do you, uh, do you see him everyday?”

“More than he knows, I think,” she said, her tone a little sly, as if she was sharing an inside joke with herself. “He sits right in front of me in class, actually.”

-o-

“I realised I’m in love with this girl recently, I’m scared to ask her out. She, um, sits in front of me, an-and…” he floundered before finally tacking on a lie. “She knows exactly how I feel.”

... Or in which warm feelings flare in chests, soft gazes are exchanged, blushes are blushed and confessions are made without even intending to.

One of their evening patrols ended with the two of them after patrol on a secluded rooftop, with beer in cheap plastic cups in each of their hands, and two half empty bottles of it between the two of them. They sat on the balustrade, feet swinging as they looked out at the city, chuckling as they played a game of Two Truths and a Lie.

Aspik found that beer, if had in, er, generous amounts , could in fact make one tipsy, as well as loose-lipped. He was sure Multimouse would’ve figured him out if she hadn’t been a little tipsy and out of it herself...

People love photographing me, I hate that they do ( She had looked at him somewhat sadly at that ) and I love shopping for my own clothes.

My dad’s a dick, Ladybug is the uh worst and my bestfriend is a superhero. ( She had giggled uncontrollably. )

Modelling is my dream job, I enjoy piano and I love our patrols together. ( He suspected, in a very self-satisfied manner, that the flaming of her cheeks didn’t have much to do with the cold. )

…And well, If he didn’t already know Multimouse’s identity, after tonight he definitely would have....

My parents are bakers, I have a DJ friend and I’ve never dated a musician.

I have a journalist friend, I want to be a… singer and all walls in my room are pink

Chat Noir’s hair is as soft as it looks but don’t tell him I said that ( If Multimouse wondered why Aspik was blushing, she didn’t voice that ) . I like wearing my hair in pigtails and I’m allergic to marigolds. (Hard, because Aspik couldn’t possibly say that he’d seen her eat marigolds; he never questioned it of course.)

“Your previous suit design was awful, I love rose macarons and Chat Noir’s puns are amazing,” she giggled.

Aspike let out an amused snort. “You love rose macarons. And you love Chat Noir’s puns. So the lie obviously, is about my suit. My suit was the best .”

Multinouse giggled harder, cheeks flushed pink under her mask. The beer must be really getting to her, he thoughts, watching as she took another sip. “ False ,” she declared. “Chat Noir’s puns are awful .”

Aspik huffed. “My suit was just fine , little mouse.”

“Sure, snake boy,” she snorted.

“I’ll have you know I’m an expert on fashion,” he sniffed.

“I’m sure you are, Mr. Celebrity,” she laughed.

Multimouse reached over to ruffle his hair, laughing harder at his petulant look as he attempted to flatten his hair. Just as he was attempting to straighten his bangs, he caught her soft blue gaze on him. She was smiling at him warmly, almost a wistful expression on her face.

“What is it?” he asked, tilting his head.

She shook her head, almost as if she was snapping herself out of something. The softness left her face and she gave him a weak smile. “Your turn,” she said, downing her cup.

He watched quietly for a few moments, as she hastily refilled her cup. He cleared his throat and looked away, training his eyes on the city lights.

“I’m thankful to have you in my life and that we’re friends, your suit is super cute, grey and pink? Very you . And uh…” he floundered, when he sensed her wide-eyed blue gaze. “I… Uh, hate passionfruit?”

He heard her let out laughter, and he couldn’t help but turn to look at her. “You don’t hate passion fruit,” she giggled.

He snorted. “Well, how would you know? Maybe your suit is not cute. Maybe you’re not my friend.”

“You’re so silly,” she laughed. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you scarf down the passion fruit macarons I bring occasionally…”

“Well, only a fool would dislike those,” he said petulantly. “I can tell they’re baked with love,” he added teasingly, wagging his eyebrows at her.

She blushed and looked away, nervously patting one of her space buns. “...Er, well, m-my suit is amazing . I only ever wear top notch fashion, th-thank you very much.”

He grinned. “I’m sure you do.”

“And I… We’re…” She seemed to inhale deeply, before her gaze flickered over to his, a little wistful. “Friends. I know we are. You make sure to let me know.” She laughed, though it sounded a little hollow to his ears. “Everyday.”

Her eyes widened a fraction and she chuckled nervously. “I mean, everytime we patrol.”

Aspik frowned at the distant look in her eyes and the nervous fidgeting of her hands. He scooted a little closer to her and hesitantly took her hand in his. She stiffened, but only for a moment before relaxing again with a gentle sigh. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“I’m glad we’re friends,” she said softly, and added almost as if to herself. “I’m happy we’re at least that.”

“Me too,” he said, before adding gently. “Your turn.”

“What? Oh, um right,” she said, and he felt her fidget lightly before settling down.

“I’ve been crazy in love with a boy for years,” she started, and Adrien froze. How had he forgotten about that . “I need to get over him, because I know he doesn’t see me that way...”

“He’s an idiot,” huffed Aspik, illiciting a startled laugh out of her.

“He’s not,” she said. “He’s the smartest, sweetest and kindest person I’ve met. Second only to maybe Chat Noir.”

“So Chat Noir is first , huh?” preened Adrien.

“Don’t tell him I said that,” she laughed. “It won’t do his ego any good.”

“Pfft,” said Aspik dismissively. “He’s the humblest hero of them all.”

“Sure,” said Multimouse, rolling her eyes.

“But we digress,” said Aspike. “This debate is on hold until further notice.”

“Whatever you say, li’l snek.”

They were silent for a few minutes before Aspik finally cracked. “You only said two things.”

“What?” she asked, lifting her head off his shoulder to look at him.

“Hm,” she hummed, looking away again before letting out a soft self-depriciating laugh. “It’s going to be so easy to?”

Aspik wrapped a hand around her shoulder to tuck her further into his side, because what an idiot of a guy.

“I get that,” he said quietly, tapping a rhythm against her shoulder with his fingers. “Do you, uh, do you see him everyday?”

“More than he knows, I think,” she said, her tone a little sly, as if she was sharing an inside joke with herself. “He sits right in front of me in class, actually.”

Adrien felt his breath rush out of his lungs, as the world shifted in his mind’s eye. Like a fast replay of everything with a new filter, and he felt his chest start to warm. He tightened his grip around her and pulled her tighter against him.

He cleared his throat. “Have you, um, tried asking him out?”

“Only a hundred times,” she laughed. “It’s always gone wrong. Maybe that was for the best anyway. He doesn’t… He doesn’t see me like that.”

“And how do you know that? If you haven’t asked him out?”

“He says that we’re “just friends” at least once a week.” Marinette snorted. “I am starting to think that’s his way of gently letting me down without really having to reject me. He values friendships too much for that, I think.”

“You should really not make presumptions,” he said nervously, heart racing.

“Pretty sure I know what I’m talking about, Aspik. I’m sure I know what I’m talking about.”

“Including his feelings?”

“Feelings he’s made pretty clear,” she said as she drew circles on the back of his hand.

Aspik sighed, feeling like he was on the precipice of losing something he hadn’t even known he had. He really, really did not want to let go.

“My turn,” he said quietly. “I… There’s this… girl.”

Multimouse seemed to deflate a little next to him, which he couldn’t help but find a little perplexing. But he trudged forth.

“I realised I’m in love with this girl recently, I’m scared to ask her out and…” he floundered before finally tacking on a lie. “She knows exactly how I feel.”

“Well, that’s kind of obvious, snake boy,” she sighed. “I don’t see what you have to be scared about…”

“She… I found out only today that she’s trying hard to move on from me.”

“That means she still does have feelings for you.” Her voice was smaller than he’d like, almost a breathy resignation to it. “You should ask her anyway. I can’t imagine anyone saying no to you.”

“Yeah?”

She lifted her head off his shoulder, her gaze warm, smile fond. “Yeah.”

Aspik hummed. “Even you?”

“Of course! I just told you I- Well, I- I mean, if-if it weren’t for that guy I told you about, then um, yes. Definitely. For sure. Yep.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe I’ll leave a note on her desk when school re-opens after Winter Break. With a bunch of flowers.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she’d like that,” sighed Multimouse.

“Actually, maybe not,” he amended thoughtfully. “She sits right behind me, so it’ll be hard for me to see her reaction. And she’s a little prone to easily freaking out,” he chuckled fondly. “Maybe I should enlist my bestfriend’s girlfriend for help. Those two are bestfriends, you know, and she’s a schemer, that one. What do you think I should-”

He stopped when he realised Multimouse’s head wasn’t against his shoulder anymore. He turned to see that she was staring at him with wide eyes, head tilted curiously

“Did you say that she sits behind you? Like right behind you?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh,” she muttered. “Y-You said that she has feelings for you. And that you found out she was trying to get over them.”

Adrien unfortunately had always been just a little slow on the uptake. So he chuckled a little. “Yeah, found out today, in fact.”

“ Today ?”

“Yep, today.”

“She told you herself, did she?”

He really should have noticed the careful neutrality in her tone.

“Yes, actually,” he nodded vigorously. “But you seem to think there’s still hope, so I… Wait a second .”

He whirled on her, eyes narrowed, to find that she was studying him too.

“Do you…. Know ?” she asked first, eyebrows set in a wary pinch.

Aspik hesitated before leaning closer to her, almost nose to nose now bodies twisted to face each other. He turned completely to her in a moment, one leg folded, the other hanging off the ledge of the roof.

“Do… you know?”

“I asked first, mon é cailles .” The slight twitch of her eye gave away her faux serious facade though.

He smirked as he wrapped a hand under her knee to tug her closer, while her hands came up to hold his shoulders so she could stabilize herself. “Can’t argue with that logic ma petite souris ,” he chuckled, face towering over hers. “But I’m afraid I have the upper hand here.”

With that he kissed the corner of her lips ( Her. Lips. ), just as he decided to hell with it and tugged her onto his lap ( Oh, my god! ) fully.

“A-Aspik!” she squeaked as he looked up at her affectionately, before pressing a kiss to the other corner of her mouth.

“Multimouse,” he said, now his hands wrapped around her hips, zero room between them.

She was watching him with parted lips, face flaming, while her expression was of utter disbelief. Hesitantly, her hand went up to trace his mask, before it settled on cupping his cheek. Blushing, she looked at him with soft eyes before leaning slightly and kissing the apple of his cheek.

“How… How did you find out?” he asked quietly, as she started to draw back.

She looked panicked for a moment before relief seemed to wash over her.

“The game sort of gave you away,” she admitted, not meeting his eyes as one of her hands snaked ( snaked , heh) over his chest and over his shoulder so she could play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Um, so what gave me away?” she asked shyly.

He froze for only a second before thanking the gods for having Marinette herself present the answer to him.

“The game,” he grinned.

She groaned before deflating in his arms ( In. His. Arms!!! ), forehead resting against his shoulder.

“I knew the beer was a terrible idea,” she whined. “It made us too loose-lipped!”

“Beg to differ,” said Aspik. “Best idea you’ve had, I think.”

Multimouse giggled. “Maybe.”

“Hey, Marinette?”

“Hm?”

“I do love you, you know. I meant that.”

She was quiet for some time before she finally drew away from him to look him in the face. She brushed his hair out of his eyes, dancing with a pure sort of happiness that made his heart burst with joy. She kissed his forehead, and then the tip of his nose, making his face heat up with anticipation.

As he watched, her eyes flickered to his lips, before she looked away nervously, biting her lower lip with worry. Adrien’s heart warmed - what, was this the hundredth time just that night? - and he brushed the tip of his nose against her chin.

“You know, you keep doing that and I might just kiss you,” he said teasingly.

He laughed softly as the tips of her ears turned red. “Well, you won’t hear me complain, mon écaille irisée ,” she muttered.

And well, so he kissed her. She seemed frozen in shock for a fleeting second before melting against him. Her hands locked around the nape of his neck as she pulled him closer, an almost mind-numbing tug at the base of his skull as she tilted his head back to get a better angle. He decided then and there that he wouldn't complain if they never stopped. He tried his best to cull the purr building in his throat because that would be dead giveaway, and wondered briefly if he'd develop snake-like tendencies as well if he wore the miraculous long enough. His teeth grazed her lower lip, where hers had been less than thirty seconds ago, and he bit it gently, greedily swallowing the moan she let out.

They finally parted for breath, and her buns sat skewed on the top of her head, messed up and unkempt, some strands straying loose and falling on her as she stared at him.

“You know, no one’s ever called me iridiscent before,” he said, eyes dancing with mirth as he swept back some of the loose hair off her face.

“Shut up, nicknames aren’t really my forte,” she pouted, leaning into give him another peck against his lips.

“No, I love it,” he assured her, making her look down at him again. “Will you promise to call me that forever?” he asked teasingly, an eyebrow quirked with mirth.

Everytime he thought she couldn’t turn any redder, she proved him wrong. And he loved her for it.

“You’re too much,” she complained. “You and Chat have been spending too much time together!

Adrien only laughed. “But you looooooove me.”

“Yeah I do.”

“I’m glad you didn’t get over me,” he said quietly.

Her smile faded and she looked at him fondly. “Thanks to you, you don’t make it easy, you know.”

“So I’ve heard,” he chuckled.

#the love square #snekmouse #ml #mlb #ml fic #mlb fic #aspik #multimouse #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #fluff #light angst #reveal #ac fic

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prince-claremont-diaz · 5 years ago

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Whatever We Become

Summary: In Lucas’ final year of high school before he has to face the real world, he comes across the new identical twins, Eliott and Leo. Needless to say, Lucas falls head over heels for both of them.

Or The twin au absolutely no one asked for

Word Count: 2k

Ao3 version

Chapter Sixteen: We’re all here for you

For the rest of the weekend, Lucas spent most of his time in bed, only occasionally getting up for food or the toilet. After getting home at almost midnight, after wandering around the city aimlessly for hours, he had done a poor job of cleaning and wrapping up his hand and then retreated to his bedroom for the rest of the night. He adamantly ignored his roommates' concerned questioning from the other side of the door, instead choosing to stay wrapped up in his duvet.

On Saturday evening, on his way back from the toilet again, Lucas noticed a piece of black fabric sticking out from under his shelf full of books, leaning down with knitted eyebrows as he lifted it up. As though burnt, he dropped it on the ground as he realised what it was; Eliott's hoodie.

Despite his best efforts to just ignore it, Lucas ended up wearing the hoodie for the rest of the weekend. It swallowed him whole, the sleeves going past his hands and the hem falling to mid thigh, allowing him to curl up in a tiny ball. He could smell Eliott every time he breathed in, filling his lungs with the familiar scent of cologne, a bit of smoke and something chocolatey.

At 2 in the morning on Monday, as Lucas curled up in the corner of his bed with Eliott's hood covering his head, Manon's voice filtered in through the bedroom door, accompanied by a hesitant knock. "Lucas?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

Before he could protest, the door creaked open and Manon stepped inside. She clicked the door shut behind her, leaning against the wall and looking at Lucas tucked into the corner.

"Manon, I don't wanna talk about it, okay?"

Manon shook her head, stepping closer to the bed. She had unmistakable tear tracks on her cheeks and in the low light of his table lamp, Lucas could see her eyes sparkling from unshed tears.

"Me neither," she replied in a whisper, "Can I maybe just… sit here for a while?" Lucas nodded, pulling aside his covers to allow her to climb in next to him. Wordlessly, she settled with her head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her. She sniffled, wiping away a tear from her cheek.

They stayed like that for a while, sitting together in comfortable and mutually melancholic silence. Despite the constant sinking feeling in his chest since Eliott's disappearance, Lucas felt a sort of solace like this, easily wrapped up with a close friend in quiet affection and empathy.

After a while, Manon finally spoke up, sitting up a little and looking down at the bed. "Lucas… your hand. What happened?" she asked. Lucas followed her gaze, suddenly remembering his poor hand.

"I thought we weren't talking about it."

"But you're hurt," Manon insisted, sitting up fully and trying to take his hand, "That looks really painful, Lucas."

Lucas pulled his hand away, as if her skin were made of fire. Manon gave him a look, shoulders slumping, a pleading look in her eyes. Lucas softened, taking a deep breath. Who was he to try to defy her motherly instincts? "The other night… after something happened, I was upset and took it out on a wall," he explained vaguely, fiddling with the corner of the gauze.

"Oh, Lucas." Manon delicately held his hand, inspecting the bandages up close, turning his hand over and around. "You want me to help bandage it properly? No more questions asked," she suggested, a tiny smile perking up in the corner of her lips. Lucas nodded quietly and then they clambered out of bed and out into the hall.

Once the bandage, which was covered in dark, dried blood, was off, Manon winced at the sight. Even Lucas had a double take. All of his knuckles were red and raw, bruised at the edges, skin slightly torn to reveal raw pink. His fingers were badly scraped up as well, painted with the ugly black and blue of his bruising. "Can you move your fingers?" Manon asked, looking away from his hand and up at Lucas. Carefully, Lucas was able to open and close his hand and fingers. Though it ached, he didn't feel anything out of place. "I don't think anything's broken, nothing's swollen and you can move them." Lucas nodded again.

Manon pulled the first aid kit out from behind the mirror and properly cleaned and used antiseptic on all the many cuts and gashes. Lucas hissed at the burning of the antiseptic but stayed otherwise silent as he let her fix him. Once that was finished, she moved on to wrapping the cuts with more bandages.

"Charles dumped me," she blurted after a few minutes, almost finished wrapping his hand up, "On Friday." She finished, letting go of his hand and leaning against the sink.

Lucas frowned deeper, heart sinking. He knew how Manon felt about Charles. Sure, Lucas always thought he was a bit of a prick, but when he made his friend happy, Lucas didn't care. But now. Now Lucas was having to hug her as she cried into his shoulder at 3 am in their bathroom because of him.

"Let's just go to bed," Lucas suggested once she had calmed down somewhat, reduced to just sniffles.

Manon nodded and without another word, a silent agreement between the two of them, they both went to sleep in Lucas' room.

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Lucas walked into school that morning like a dead man. He didn't bother fixing his hair or eating breakfast, only changing into a different hoodie besides Eliott's. His feet scuffed the pavement, ankles weighed down by invisible chains, hood pulled up, head down, running on only a couple hours of sleep. While Manon's presence had certainly helped somewhat, it had still been near impossible to get to sleep.

As he trudged into the courtyard, muttering a somber goodbye to Manon, he caught sight of Yann, Arthur and Basile standing in their usual spot, talking animatedly about something. Upon his entrance, the boys paused their conversation to greet him.

"Woah, hey, man. What the hell happened?" Yann asked once Lucas was close, glancing down at his bandaged hand and back at the deep purple bags under his eyes.

Lucas brushed his friend's comment away, swatting his uninjured hand dismissively. "It's nothing. Can we not talk about it?" His voice, which he had barely used all weekend since screaming for Eliott, came out harsh and scratchy and surprisingly bitter. He cleared his throat.

"You sure? We're always here for you. You know that," Arthur said, grabbing one of Lucas' shoulders comfortingly, a sympathetic smile on his face. Lucas shook his head. "Okay, man, that's okay. But we're still here if you change your mind," he added, ruffling Lucas' hair under the hood.

The bell for classes rang through the courtyard and Arthur, Yann and Lucas started to make their way into the building. Basile, however, stayed back. "Aren't we gonna wait for Eliott?" he asked, holding his arms up as if to say "Duh."

"I don't think he'll be coming, Bas," Lucas said bitterly, already starting towards the school once again.

The other four followed him towards the building and then Lucas and Arthur split off together to head towards Chemistry. "You sure you don't wanna talk about it? I'm all ears," Arthur said as they made their way down the science corridor together, pushing past others trying to get to class.

"Yes, Arthur. Just leave it," he snapped, scowling at his friend. "Please." He looked pleadingly at his friend.

"Okay," Arthur replied. After a beat, "Do you wanna hear about my weekend then? My mum said the most outrageous thing at dinner on Saturday…" And without any further mention of Lucas' issues, Arthur easily slipped into a usual rant about his mother.

After trying to write notes using his injured hand, Lucas was already starting to feel the extent of his injuries. Each time he gripped his pen too hard, his whole hand ached horribly, making him wince. Initially, Arthur stayed silent, watching him write through the pain without any comment.

But eventually, when the pain was too overbearing, making him clench his jaw and tears prick in his eyes, Arthur nudged his elbow, leaning closer. "I know you said to leave it, but that looks really painful. What happened?" Arthur asked, eyes pleading and concerned.

"It's so fucked up, Arthur."

"Okay, one second," Arthur said and then he was raising his hand. "Lucas' hand hurts, can I take him to the nurse?" Arthur carefully lifted Lucas' wrist to show his bandaged hand to their teacher.

"And why do you need to go with him?"

Arthur shrugged. "What if the pain is too much and he faints in the hallway? Someone's gotta catch him." he replied nonchalantly. Lucas gaped at his friend.

Not ten seconds later, they were both out in the hallway together. "Come on," Arthur whispered, grabbing his wrist and pulling Lucas along the corridor. Lucas stumbled after him for a few minutes until they reached an empty classroom, which Arthur promptly tugged him inside and settled on top of one of the desks.

"Why did you do that?" Lucas asked, sitting down in front of Arthur on another desk and fiddling with a loose strand of his bandage.

"More privacy. Less writing for your poor hand, too," Arthur said, as if it was nothing. As if he hadn't just done one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. "Did something happen with Eliott, then?" Arthur prompted, gesturing to Lucas' hand.

Lucas nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "It's so fucked up, Arthur, seriously," he replied, "We went on a date on Friday and he rented out this old theatre to watch some black and white movie just the two of us and it was… so good. It was wonderful…" Lucas trailed off, remembering how Eliott had looked in the faint glow of the screen, heart aching with the ghost of a memory.

"But he was acting sort of weird and jittery and going on about this crazy story about popcorn. Then he wanted to go for a walk even though the film wasn't over yet," he continued, heart picking up pace with a distant, constant worry. "He had a joint which we smoked as well while we walked, but then I sat down for a minute and I was distracted and he just...disappeared. I had no idea where he went and I had to call Leo." Lucas broke off, breathing heavily before he could finish. "Eliott had tried to jump off a bridge."

Arthur's eyes widened, eyebrows raising almost to his hair line. "Seriously?"

Lucas nodded again. "Leo came to the bridge and he yelled at me before he got a call that Eliott had been found," Lucas continued, voice hoarse and wobbly, "He told me Eliott's bipolar." Lucas finished his explanation with tears pricking his eyes, bitterness settling in his stomach along with butterflies flapping mercilessly in his gut.

"Fuck, Lucas," Arthur said, shaking his head in disbelief, "That must have been terrifying."

"It was. I had no idea where he went and he was talking about how we should die that night because we had peaked or something." Lucas lifted his bandaged hand weakly, looking at the raw skin of his fingers, which weren't covered by the bandage. "After Leo left, I punched a wall."

Arthur winced, screwing his eyes shut. "Do you… know if he's okay now? You said they found him, but if all that happened, I wouldn't be surprised if he was still feeling like shit," Arthur asked hesitantly.

Lucas scoffed. "Leo wouldn't even let me go with him to see him, so I don't fucking know," he remarked, a sour taste in his mouth, "All I know is that he's crazy."

"You know, I'm not an expert, but I'm guessing when Leo yelled at you, he was just scared for Eliott. If he's got an actual disorder, this sort of thing could have happened before, so he was probably just worried about that," Arthur pointed out, "I know for a fact that you sometimes snap at people when you're stressed or worried."

Lucas laughed bitterly. "Am I that awful of a friend?"

Arthur shook his head intently, slinging and arm around Lucas' shoulders and pulling him closer. "I'd say you're a pretty good friend even when you're a stressed out ball of anger," he replied with a light chuckle, "But really. Just give them both time."

"But Arthur, do I need to have two crazy people in my life? I don't know if I can handle that."

Arthur squeezed his shoulders, pulling away just slightly to look him in the eyes. "You like Eliott a lot, right?" he asked.

Lucas nodded. "More than I've ever liked anyone else. He was… he was special…"

"Then isn't he worth it?" he asked, pulling away to clamber off of the desk. "If you really like him more than anyone else, if he's really that special, I think it's worth it. He's definitely worth at least trying, I think." Arthur held onto Lucas' shoulders, holding onto his gaze. "Eliott's a good guy, Lucas. It's obvious he makes you happy, so I wouldn't let him go so easily just because it's hard." Lucas sniffled and only then did he notice his cheeks were wet.

"Do you really think I'm capable of that?" he asked faintly, cheeks flushed and damp. He glanced up at Arthur, pulling his lower lip in between his teeth.

"If you can tolerate Bas, I'm certain you can handle anything," Arthur joked, lightly pushing his shoulder. He frowned again. "But really, Lucas. You've got a whole lot of love to give and I think Eliott deserves to get some of that."

Lucas huffed a laughed, wiping his nose on his sleeve and blushing once again. "Thanks, Arthur," he muttered sincerely, shooting Arthur a small yet grateful smile.

"Anytime," Arthur replied, pulling Lucas to a standing position to give him a proper bear hug, squeezing him tightly. "Now we should probably go back to class before they realise we definitely aren't in the nurse's office." Arthur pulled away from the hug and together they walked back into the corridors and made their way back to class.

Lucas felt just a little bit lighter after that.

AN Sorry for the radio silence on this fic, I started taking another class and I have virtually no free time anymore.

#skam france #elu #elu fic #eliott demaury #lucas lallament

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flairchild · 6 years ago

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Vicbert recommendation: something romantic about centered around vacation.

Thanks for this prompt! I really enjoyed writing it and got a little carried away…I’ve never done a song fic before but it was very fun. Let me know what you think!!

SUMMER LOVING

Summer lovin’, had me a blast

Summer lovin’, happened so fast

Met a girl crazy for me

Met a boy cute as can be

Summer days drifting away

To, uh oh, those summer nights

Victoria lay on the white sand, book in hand and sunglasses tilted so she could see over the top. Her brown hair was coiled on top of her head. She lazily flicked the page to the next, enjoying the warm rays on her back. Her mother and Feodora had decided to go swimming, thank goodness, so she had some peace and quiet. She had not wanted to come on this holiday, citing her many summer assignments as an excuse. Admittedly, she had not wanted to spend time with her family. But now at this moment, she was so engrossed in her book that the irritating sounds of children frolicking in the sea faded into the background…

“Victoria!” a screeching voice pierced her eardrum. Speaking of her darling sister. Feodora ran up the beach, dripping wet with a big smile on her face. Victoria eyed her sister’s long legs with envy as she got closer. “Come join us in the water!”

Victoria very much did not want to join her family in the water. Firstly, she would get wet. Secondly, she felt very self-conscious in her demure pink one-piece bathing suit. Feodora flaunted a bright red bikini confidently. She did not have her sister’s body confidence at all.

“Sorry Feo, I’m really engrossed” she gestured to the cover of her Angela Merkel biography, giving her sister a faux disappointed look.

Feodora rolled her brown eyes. “Whatever Victoria. You need a bit of fun in your life.” She grabbed the book and tossed it aside, forcefully tugging her younger sister up. Victoria’s protests fell to mute ears as her sunglasses fell off and she was dragged into the water.

She swam by me, she got a cramp

He ran by me, got my suit damp

Saved her life, she nearly drowned

He showed off splashing around

Summer sun, something’s begun

But, uh oh, those summer nights

Victoria yelped as she touched the salt spray with her toes. She was not a natural in the water, that was for sure. Feo had dived back into the water to join their mother who was floating on a lilo further out. Victoria inched back towards the beach.

“Hey!” she cried out indignantly as a boy ran past her, spraying up water and leaving her soaking wet. He was soon followed by a taller boy who must have been his brother who sprayed her with more water. Only once he had passed he seemed to notice, his eyebrows furrowing. Mouthing sorry, the second boy proceeded to tackle his brother into deeper water.

Victoria watched appreciatively as he came up for air, water dripping off his lean but muscular body. She was too busy watching him to notice a big wave coming until she was under the water.

The wave tumbled her around, water pouring down her throat. She lashed out, desperately trying to reach the surface as oxygen bubbles floated helplessly around her. Her head got more lightheaded and she was about to pass out.

Then she felt arms around her and her head broke the surface. She sucked in air greedily, eyelashes blinking away salt. It took her a few minutes to focus, but when she did so she noticed she was being dragged to shore by that tall boy she had seen earlier. He was even more good looking close-up, with damp curls clinging to his neck, high cheekbones and lovely blue eyes. She felt flush at their proximity.

Suddenly they were back onshore, and he was lowering her down carefully onto a towel his brother had placed on the sand. The boy took another towel and wrapped it around her carefully as she hacked up seawater. When she was finished she met his gaze.

“How can I ever thank you…” Victoria started, pausing when she realised she didn’t know his name. The boy just blinked down at her, looking quite startled as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Albert” his brother pitched in, grinning widely. “And you can thank my brother by going on a date with him. He desperately needs one, poor sod.”

“Ernest!” Albert exclaimed exasperatedly, looking at his brother.

“Oh, if you don’t want me to..?” Victoria asked, one eyebrow raised.

Albert’s cheeks were pink and it was very endearing. “No I would like that very much.” He blinked down his long eyelashes at her. “I don’t think I got your name, however.”

“Victoria” she supplied, almost swooning as he took her hand in his and kissed it softly.

“Victoria” Albert breathed. Ernest looked so delighted he might pass out. “Tomorrow at the dock at seven.” He let go of her hand and walked off with his brother.

Victoria still sat there in shock until her mother and sister finally found her five minutes later.

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Took her bowling in the arcade

We went strolling; drank lemonade

We made out under the dock

We stayed out till ten o'clock

Summer fling don’t mean a thing

But, uh oh, those summer nights

Victoria smoothed down her white dress, trying to remain confident. She checked her phone which read 6.59pm. She really hoped Albert wouldn’t stand her up.

Just as she thought of him he appeared at the end of the dock, striding along towards her. Her stomach rolled with nerves. What was wrong with her?! She never got nervous around boys.

“Hello” Albert smiled that soft smile of his that made her heart flutter. “Victoria” he spoke her name as if it was a caress, so gentle and reverent.

“Albert.” She licked her lips. “So what are we doing tonight?”

Albert gestured behind her. “We are exploring the delights of the Brighton docks. Shall we?”

They wandered along slowly as the sun slunk below the horizon. Albert kept glancing over at her, and then looking away blushing. A smirk crept onto Victoria’s face. She closed the gap between them and brushed her hand against his, intertwining their fingers. He let out a small gasp and she laughed delightedly. Albert looked embarrassed but didn’t let go of her hand.

They got to the arcade at the end of the pier and went inside. There were rows of claw machines with giggling teenagers trying their hand. Albert bypassed those and pulled her along through the rows.

“Bowling?” Victoria asked. Albert led her to the counter. “Better watch out I’m going to whoop your skinny ass.” The man behind the counter frowned at her language as he passed over their bowling shoes. Albert hid a snigger.

“Not if I whoop your ass first” he whispered in her ear as they walked to the lanes, hand on the small of her back. A shiver ran down her spine.

“Challenge accepted.”

Nine rounds later and Victoria really was whooping his ass. Albert had only bowled once before and was rubbish. She shook with laughter as his last ball knocked down one pin and he turned to face her, frown drooping on his face.

“Unlucky” she chuckled, leaning up to kiss his cheek as she passed with her bowling ball. She delighted at the way he flushed and his eyes dilated. Throwing him a wink over her shoulder, she spun the last ball down and it knocked over all ten. Hands in the air, Victoria did a celebratory dance. Albert laughed at her, his eyes alight. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up to standing.

“What do I get for winning?” she asked him, eyes twinkling.

“Maybe you’ll find out later” he answered. Victoria felt her face redden as she looked into his intense gaze. He ran a hand up her back slowly, leaning in to graze his lips against hers. Then his mouth twitched in a grin and he pulled away to go pay at the counter. Victoria felt flushed. Well played Albert, she thought, I am so taking you up on that later.

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Sipping on lemonade ice blocks, Victoria and Albert meandered back down the pier. Victoria talked about her family, arms flying around expressively while Albert just watched and listened attentively. She hadn’t been given such attention by a boy before, but that’s not to say she didn’t like it.

They got to the end of the pier and turned to walk along the beach. Albert’s intense gaze was making her body feel hot. Suddenly, she couldn’t help it anymore. She grasped his hand firmly and marched under the docks. Light filtered through from the amusement park above, and the waves lapped at the sand gently. Victoria turned to face Albert. He was looking down at her, curls falling in front of his eyes.

She reached up to play with a curl, her hand lingering on his cheek. He drew in a sharp breath. Victoria smiled wickedly, before grasping him firmly by the shoulders and turning him around so he was pressed up against a pillar. Then she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth onto hers.

She felt intoxicated and giddy as his mouth moved against hers, his hands touching her hips and drawing her closer to him. Her arms wound up around his neck so she could get purchase. One of his hands moved up her back as she moaned against his mouth. His lips parted and she deepened the kiss.

Albert grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around him easily. He spun them around so her back was to the pillar and moved his lips to her neck, making a steady trail of kisses down…

Both of them looked up startled as a shrill beeping noise broke them out of their haze. Victoria pulled her phone out of her dress pocket to find it flashing 10pm. With a sigh, she turned it off.

“That’s my curfew” she explained to Albert glumly. He grudgingly lowered her down and she smoothed down her dress self consciously. Suddenly it was tense with awkwardness between them. She cleared her throat. “I guess I will just go then.” He was staring at her intently again, but this time she just felt embarrassed.

Victoria started walking away up the beach when she felt a hand on hers, pulling her back. Albert turned her around and placed a hand on her waist, stopping her.

“Victoria” he breathed her name in that thick German accent of his, “can I see you again?”

She felt a slow smile creep on her face as she kissed the stubble on his cheek softly. “If you’re lucky.” Winking at him, she started backing away. “Same time tomorrow?”

The most brilliant smile broke out on his face, lighting up the night. He nodded and she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as she started on her way back home, already knowing her dreams would be full of nothing but Albert.

___

He got friendly holding my hand

Well, she got friendly down in the sand

He was sweet, just turned eighteen

Well, she was good, you know what I mean

Summer heat, boy and girl meet

But, uh oh, those summer nights

The next night, and the next night and the night after that Victoria and Albert met at the pier at 7pm sharp. They spent most of the nights talking, whether walking or lying on the sand, and the rest of their time was spent caught up in each other. Every night Victoria’s watch would go off at 10, and every night they kissed goodbye happily with the promise of tomorrow. But, as Feodora liked to remind Victoria, it was a silly fantasy that couldn’t last forever. She soon found that out, eight days after they met.

It turned colder; that’s where it ends

So I told her we’d still be friends

Then we made our true love vow

Wonder what she’s doin’ now

Summer dreams ripped at the seams

But, oh, those summer nights

They were lying in the sand, holding hands, and Albert was even quieter than usual. He lay there sadly staring up at the stars. Soon the silence became too much and she turned to him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, propping up on one elbow and looking at him with concern.

He drew in a deep sigh and let it out, his eyes finally meeting hers. “Victoria, I think I am in love with you..” her heart sang, and she thought it might fly out of her chest “…but I’m leaving tomorrow. To go study back in Germany.”

Immediately she felt dread settle all over her, flopping back onto the sand. “Oh,” she said quietly. Her brain was having a hard time comprehending the two things he had just said, one so wonderful and the other so terrible.

He sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. “I’m sorry I put that on you so suddenly. But this whole week was so wonderful and I didn’t want to ruin that. Or make you sad” he added, gently wiping a tear that was creeping down her face.

She sat up too and leaned into him. His arm wound around her automatically.

“Albert” she looked into his eyes “there is not doubt in my heart that I love you too.” She smiled up at him and he met her expression. “And because I love you I know that we can make this work. We have to make this work. Because now I know you I don’t want to know who I am without you.”

He kissed her head and murmured into her hair. “Alright, liebes, if you say so we will make it work.”

___

It was another 1 year 3 months and 16 days before Albert and Victoria saw each other after that wondrous summer night. But once they did as Victoria moved into his university flat with him, they were never parted again.

#vicbert #queen victoria #prince albert #pbs victoria #victoria pbs #itv victoria #victoria itv

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whatdoyouexpectthistime · 7 years ago

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THE Wedding - Miho and Goto Tie the Knot

A collaborative effort with @hifftn, @smutmylifeup and @smile-smile-ichthys

“You know,” Miho sniffed, standing in front of the full length mirror as Jazz tried to pin flowers in her hair, “I don’t know why I couldn’t have just eloped...ow!”

“Sorry,” Jazz smirked after sticking her with a bobby-pin a little too hard. “Sit your tall ass down.”

Grumbling way too much for her wedding day, Miho complied.

“And you know why,” Jazz continued, repositioning a rogue curl. “As mother and father of the bride, not to mention your BFF, it would kill me not to be able to celebrate this with you properly.”

“My revenge is going to be so sweet,” Miho promised, grinning that evil grin.

“Bah, quit acting like this isn’t the happiest day of your life,” Jazz scoffed, and Miho sighed. “Sorry, still can’t quite kick the old defence mechanism. I can’t help but think I’ll step out of here and all that’ll be waiting is…”

“The man who is crazy enough to love you,” Subaru finished, having snuck in behind them with Rose and H hot on his heels.

“Come on Subaru,” Rose growled. “You’re supposed to be keeping Goto calm.”

“Kurosawa has everything under control,” he declared.

“Be the first time,” Miho laughed.

“Okay, Issei is managing affairs and Kurosawa is already sobbing,” Subaru admitted, moving in beside Jazz and peering at Miho’s reflection. “But I couldn’t risk Jazz messing up your hair.”

“I’ll mess you up,” Jazz hissed, and Miho snickered.

“Okay, it’s worth it just for this sideshow,” she grinned. “Especially you in the pinstripes.”

Subaru glanced down at his grey pinstripe suit and shrugged.

“Yeah, but it looks good on me,” he pointed out.

“You’re right,” Miho volleyed. “Seiji looks better without it.”

“Seriously, no dragging him off to any dark corners under the reception is over,” Jazz warned.

“They don’t have to be dark,” Miho announced, and Rose and H chuckled.

Then another person peeked in.

“Oh my!” Haruka exclaimed, scuttling in and snatching up Miho’s hand. “You are a vision.”

“Thanks Mum,” Miho smiled, though it was still a bit weird calling someone that after so many years.

“I think I’m going to cry,” she whimpered, and Subaru put an arm around her shoulder.

“You’ll be in good company,” he told her.

Then Miho stood.

“Okay, time to get this show on the road before I forget all my lines.”

“How many are there?” H asked.

“Umm… I didn’t count,” Miho admitted. “Honestly, my memory is crap. Performing my vows in interpretive dance would have been easier.”

“Your style of ‘interpretive dance’ isn’t suitable for anyone other than Goto,” Jazz reminded her, and they all laughed, even Haruka, though her cheeks had grown a little pink.

“Get out there Subaru,” Miho instructed. “Tell Goto I’m coming.”

SILENCE.

“Oh for…” Miho nearly cursed, but held it in for Haruka’a sake. “Get out before I kick you out.”

“Oh my, my Seiji is in big trouble,” Haruka beamed, and Miho relaxed as the woman hugged and kissed her cheek.

“The best kind of trouble,” Miho whispered, then straightened, watching Haruka and Subaru leave before inhaling.

“Well ladies,” she exhaled. “Don’t trip and ruin this for me, or you’re both fired.”

Rose and H knew Miho well enough now to know she was kidding, but Jazz gave her a dig in the ribs anyway.

“Fiiiine,” Miho huffed. “I love you all and thank you for being here with me today.”

A group hug ensued, then, after frocks were straightened, Rose headed out, followed by H, then Jazz offered Miho her arm.

“If I do forget my lines,” Miho said, only now seeming jittery. “Do something embarrassing to buy me some time.”

“You won’t forget,” Jazz assured her, patting the back of her hand as they exited the room into the hall and turned to the garden doors. “And even if you do, just look into his eyes and say what’s in your heart.”

Miho grinned broadly.

“Just keep it clean,” Jazz added, and Miho’s grin only widened as attendants opened the garden doors to the bright sunshine.

“No promises.”

In the beautifully manicured garden, bathed in dappled light filtering through tall branches wreathed in green, Seiji and his groomsmen waited before the assembly of friends and family. There was no ‘his and hers’ side, just a mixture of people they held dear, and who knew them as a couple in varying ways.

As music indicated the true commencement of proceedings, Haruka sniffled into her handkerchief at her husband’s side, both dividing their gaze between their eldest son and the imminent arrival of the bridal procession. Ishigami, his hand discreetly in Liana’s, watched on with less stoicism than usual, the faint hint of a smile widening as his wife squeezed his hand.

“Never thought I’d see this happen,” Kyobashi muttered, and Baba nodded.

“Me either,” he agreed quietly, as Rose appeared at the far end of the aisle. “I wonder if he really knows what he’s getting into.”

With a confident, if subdued smile, Rose began her slow walk to the music, making a point to make eye contact with Goto who shifted his weight. Seeing the man a little on edge made her want to grin, but she fought it back on account of the occasion. Kyobashi next drew her attention, and she had to try really hard not to roll her eyes when he winked at her - she was saved, however, when she spied Inui.

He peered at her with an expression of embarrassed awe, the blush in his cheeks suggesting he might like to look away, but his growing smile and wide eyes an indication he simply couldn’t. That look made Rose forget, even if for the moment, what he did for a living, who he worked for, her stoush at the Tres Spades that had definitely ruffled feathers. That boy - not, that man - was worth hanging onto despite the questionable nature of his employment. Somehow, they’d make it work.

H followed, swishing along in her deep blue dress, that like Rose’s matched the groomsmen’s ties. She looked for her own date, Atsumu, and found him beaming at her cheerfully. She’d been a little bit unsure, ultimately, about whether to invite him, but the glimmer in his eyes as he looked at her made her feel more sure… until another familiar figure nearly caused her to stumble.

What the hell was Luke doing here?

It was a question she couldn’t ask right now, but his slightly creased brow and the way his lips slowly parted as he stared at her, made her feel less mad about his presence. By the time she reached Rose’s side at the front of the group of guests, she had focused back in on her task as a bridesmaid and looked back up the aisle as Miho and Jazz appeared.

“Did you breath yet?” Jazz whispered as they paused, but Miho didn’t answer.

Her eyes gazed forward, fixed, completely fixed upon charcoal grey that reached out across the space between them and coiled around her heart.

“You’re going to pass out in front of everyone if you don’t inhale soon,” Jazz prompted, and finally Miho breathed in.

From his place at the front, the moment Goto locked eyes with Miho he was awash with a deep and jarring despair. On the happiest day of his life to date, he beheld his future wife as if the distance between them was suddenly insurmountable; dread made him cold, from somewhere tackled by the echo of a painful realisation they could not be together.

Then Miho took a step toward him.

Warmth returned, shattering the dark foreboding that had settled around Goto, and Miho’s smile reassured him they would be moving forward into the future together.

This was the second time for Miho, and as she walked, happy and proud to have Jazz with her - not even thinking about her parents at all - she made a momentary comparison. Did this feel the same as when she’d married Daisetsu?

No.

It felt now, despite how trouble she still was by her part in his death, that it had been destined. Ultimately, there was a distinct rightness to her being in that place, approaching the man she approached, with the intention she had. To be with him forever.

Sure as he was also about what he wanted, when Jazz took Miho’s bouquet and bride and groom joined hands, his hold on her was light, tentative, like he thought she might disappear in a puff of smoke.

“I’m sorry for breaking tradition,” he said suddenly, before the wedding officiator could open his mouth, and Miho felt the soft warmth of Goto’s lips on hers.

Both Jazz and Subaru shook their heads wryly, while there was a ripple of quiet laughter from other guests.

“Hey you two, save it for the honeymoon,” Subaru grumbled, and sheepishly, blushing profusely, Goto slid his hands back into Miho’s and stepped slightly back.

“Who cares about tradition anyway?” Miho grinned, entirely unabashed as usual.

Official words were spoken, though for the most part in Japan marriage did not required any particular ceremonial formalities. This allowed Miho and Goto to agonise over their own vows, and finally it was time for Miho to open her heart in front of her lover, and all the people who loved them.

Slowly she inhaled, looking down as she gathered her thoughts and her emotional courage.

“I loved once – so much – I thought it was the definition of happiness,” she began after a deep breath, after lifting her eyes to Goto’s once more. “And when it was taken from me, the world fell away so far I didn’t dare imagine loving again.”

Silence - even the birds in the garden seemed to have hushed.

They were sad words, and most people in attendance knew what she was talking about; Goto knew all too well.

“So I went in search of happiness for others,” she continued soberly, her eyes shining though she was determined not to cry, “because dreaming of it for myself, the idea of giving everything only to fall into the abyss of loss all over again, was far too great a risk.”

Now, the squeeze of Goto’s fingers around hers almost undid her, she almost had to bite her lip.

“And then, here is this guy,” she huffed out. “So honest and genuine, so dedicated to justice, to doing right by people… he made me realise something.”

For a few seconds she paused.

“I realised,” she resumed in the quiet, “I would brave that darkness, that agony, a thousand times… for just one kiss. I realised living without him would cause me far greater pain than any distress the future might hold, and that I would rather live one second with him, than all eternity without.”

In unison, Kurosawa let out a loud sob that broke the magic of the moment, and while Issei passed the blubbering grown man a tissue, Goto glared over his shoulder until Miho tugged on his hands.

“See? Our love is so beautiful it makes grown men cry,” she smirked, adlibbing a little while others dabbed their eyes here and there. “And I know that no matter what we face in the future it won’t break me, because we will work through it together, always. Let me be your wife.”

A brief silence ensued though Goto knew that was his cue. Again he was searching her eyes, a deep familiarity that extended well beyond the time they had spent together in this life.

“There is something in your eyes, that leaves no room for doubt,” he said finally, soberly. “I saw it the first time we met, and though I lack the words to… to truly describe it…”

Though he’d surely rehearsed his vows a hundred times, Goto found the words sticking in his throat now he was there in the very moment their happiness would be validated before friends and family.

“There is a timelessness to my love for you,” he continued finally, releasing one of her hands in order to tenderly cup her cheek, “an immeasurable amount stretching all the way back to the first spark of our existence, burning all the way to this moment. Burning beyond it. Forever.”

Miho’s lips trembled and her eyes stung - she was completely transfixed by him. Haruka was already weeping, Shinichi lightly, discreetly caressing her hand. Liana, sitting beside her own husband, inhaled a deep, sighing breath and dropped her head against Ishigami’s shoulder, causing his lips to twitch into a reserved but genuine smile.

And Kurosawa snorted inappropriately into his handkerchief, his eyes all puffy and red from crying.

“I promise to face every challenge with you, beside you, together, no matter what,” Goto declared, finally smiling, and that broke Miho’s composure. “Let me be your husband.”

“I love you so much,” Miho sniffed, stepping against him and kissing him fiercely.

Subaru sighed.

Jazz offered the officiator an apologetic look.

No one laughed this time though - they were either beaming at the power of the couple’s spoken sentiments and physical reflection of them, or moved to, or beyond the point of tears.

When they parted, Goto brushed Miho’s tears away, holding back his own with all his willpower.

“And I love you, so much,” he whispered, and the master of ceremonies inched closer to them again before they could resume snogging.

“I have been asked to omit what is traditionally included in western ceremonies about asking if anyone has objections to this union,” he announced. “Instead, anyone who does find themselves in disagreement, should take it up with Ms. Mann and Mr. Ichiyanagi.”

“And us,” Rose and H added staunchly.

“And us,” Issei and Kurosawa added with severe nods.

But not a single person dared.

“In that case,” the officiator stated, “please join me and congratulating Mrs. and Mr. Goto.”

While everyone applauded and cheered, Goto and Miho found each other again, and remained that way, long after hands had become sore from clapping.

“Completely oblivious,” Subaru muttered.

“It’s so beautiful,” Kurosawa snivelled to Issei, who chuckled and put his arm around the other man’s shoulder.

“How long before they tear each other’s clothes off you think?” H asked Rose quietly.

“I give them about ten minutes,” Rose smirked, unable to help but glance out to where Inui was sitting, still clapping but staring at her, not the happy couple.

As Miho and Goto began back down the aisle, accepting personal well wishes as they went, H glanced across the heads of those seated to find Luke at the end of one row… now sitting next to Atsumu.

Oh jeez.

Luckily she wouldn’t have to deal with that for a little while longer, and at some point during official photographs, H would make a point of asking Miho why she invited Luke, when she’d known for a fact Atsumu was coming as her date.

Typical Miho - matchmaking even on her own wedding day.

“Creating drama more like,” H murmured to herself as she followed Jazz and Rose in Miho’s wake.

In the majestic Japanese garden, the bridal party posed for innumerable photographs in order to immortalise the occasion. Rose felt her fingers itching the whole time, wanting desperately to sketch each precious moment, rather than be standing still for Jinpachi to capture.

There was not a second that husband and wife were not physically connected in some way, and Rose thought that occasionally she caught sight flashes of fear in them that if they did, one or the other would disappear.

Rose understood this feeling now, truly understood it.

“What’s that look for?” Rose asked H, when the group photos were done and they were excused to join the rest of the reception by the pond.

“I invited Atsumu,” H replied, though Rose already knew that. “But… Luke is here.”

“Ooh,” Rose cringed. “You want to grab a drink before you handle that one?”

“Just one?” H sighed, then inhaled and squared her shoulders. “Nah, I got this.”

The ceremony part of the wedding had been a huge success, and H hadn’t tripped or fallen, or made a fool of herself on Miho’s big day. Now it was just the reception she had to get through, with Atsumu…and for some reason Luke. Who the hell had invited him? Why was he there? She had no idea, but one thing was for certain, she was going to try her best to avoid him. And that’s what she was doing, hiding, right in one corner of the garden, with her glass of champagne, making sure Atsumu was covering her from anyone’s view.

“You sure you’re ok?” Atsumu asked for the 100th time.

“Huh? Oh yeah of course I am!” she grinned widely.

“It’s just you’ve refused to move from this spot since we got here,” he chuckled.

“Sorry!” she replied, genuinely feeling bad.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind, but the bride and groom deserve some of your attention too,” he smiled.

He was way too kind; she was thankful that Jazz and Kuni had set her up with him and she obviously had some doubts, but bringing him to the wedding just proved how patient and kind he was. Maybe this time she wouldn’t lose interest.

“You’re right. Should we go say congrats?” she asked.

“Why don’t you go over and I’ll follow? Just need the bathroom,” he said, kissing her forehead briefly.

Too sweet.

“I erm…ok,” her eyes shifted round the space, analysing everyone within it.

If she found him, she could avoid him, if she didn’t then maybe he’d left. She spotted Miho and her new groom not too far away at the head table ready for the next activities to begin. Their first dance would be soon, so she had to act fast. Mentally, H planned a route in her head, gave the area one last glance for red hair before she rushed over.

Using her fancy footwork, she scooted and dodged over to the newly-wed couple, quite literally bumping into Miho.

“Oh sorry darlin’!” she said, quickly turning to apologise, but keeping low in the crowd.

“H, you ok?” Miho asked, looking further down to her than usual.

“Fine! Just fine, congrats you two! Such lovely vows!” she said, still half crouching.

“…Thanks, but are you sure you’re ok?” Goto asked.

“Oh just fine sir, honestly!” she laughed.

The couple looked at each other with a doubtful expressions, but smiled nonetheless; this was H, she was just plain weird, this was normal for her.

“Well, thank you H, thanks for being here,” Miho chuckled.

“Nah, thanks for inviting me! You two are so meant for each other, but make sure you look after her Mister Goto sir, because Miho’s pretty awesome!” H said, and that’s when she spotted the ginger hair not too far.

Uh oh. She had to get out and back to her safe corner before he saw her.

“Well, it was good seeing you to congratulate you both, and may I can steal Miho for a dance later sir but right now, I gotta go pee!” she said, zipping off again, leaving Miho and Goto a little confused.

“She’s…interesting,” Goto laughed.

“That’s H for you,” Miho smiled. “But you’re way more interesting right now,” she grinned, pulling him in for yet again another kiss.

Almost back at her corner, H keep ducking around people, apologising to those who she bumped into. She could see safety in sight, her spot wasn’t far, and yet...

“H?”

GODDAMMIT!

“Yes?” she turned, still slightly crouched.

“Why are you crouching like that?” Luke asked.

“And I could ask what you’re doing here, but I’m not!”

What kind of come-back was that?

“Erm, the bride invited me,” he explained and H stood up.

“What? How do you know Miho?” she asked.

“You’d left your necklace in the car, I was just returning it to your offices and Miho thanked me by inviting me,” he explained.

Damn it Miho! If it wasn’t her wedding she was totally…well, she was in big trouble after this. Wait, he knew where she worked?

For a moment she occupied herself with guests twirling and swaying on the dancefloor, but then saw Atsumu looking for her. Oh no. No, he couldn’t see her talking to this guy, he’d wonder what was going on and she had to explain everything and…no too much effort for a possible new relationship. So, once the song ended and couples parted, new couples formed, she grabbed Luke by the collar and took him to a corner.

“How do you know where I work?” she asked.

“A butler has ways of finding things out...Master Jan explained,” he said blushing.

“Oh…”

“So, why were you crouching?” he asked again.

“None of your business,” she said simply. “Look, just because Miho invited you doesn’t mean I want you to be here, ok? You’re a pain in the neck! And you were a right dick to me when we first met, so stay away from me alright?”

“I wish to apologise for that! I didn’t know your job then, I didn’t know you then.”

“You don’t know me now!”

She saw Atsumu getting closer, she wanted to go back to him, to someone who hadn’t seen her the way Luke had. “If you’ll excuse me”

“A dance?” he asked as she pushed past him.

“What?”

“May I have one dance? To apologise? I know you can so…”

His cheeks blushed bright red.

“I have a date who’ll probably want to dance,” she replied.

“Oh, you came with someone, of course you did, my apologies, please, excuse me then,” he said in a rush, hiding his blushing face before he quickly left.

Relieved, H made her way over to Atsumu who promptly asked her to dance which she fully accepted.

Luke on the other hand, gave his congratulations to Miho and Goto before heading out of the venue. He knew he was in trouble, not from H, or his highness, or even his grandfather, no, more from the feeling in his chest seeing this woman he didn’t know all that well, dancing with another man. He’d fallen for her, and he’d fallen hard.

Rose watched H disappear into the crowd before she turned her attention back to the beautiful Japanese garden she was stood in. Everyone stood over by the pond and from the distance away from everyone, it was almost like she was an ‘onlooker’ intruding on such a joyous occasion.

She smiled.

It was nothing like that. Over by that pond were her friends and people she considered as close as family. It was a beautiful moment and she wished she had her sketchbook on her, but unfortunately it had been confiscated.

The happy couple glowed compared to everyone else. Even their faint smiles appeared like broad grins. Rose was a little surprised they actually hadn’t sneaked off yet. Good thing she didn’t make an actual bet with H, she would have lost.

It was such a happy day.

“It’s a really pretty venue, and um, you, you look really beautiful too.”

A shy and familiar voice sounded next to her.

Instantly she smiled in response.

“Thank you,” Rose whispered and leant into Ryosuke’s side. “Thank you for coming.”

She looked at him, his skin that cute shade of blush he always wore whenever she was affectionate with him. He looked good in a suit, more masculine and mature despite the colour of his face.

He looked straight ahead as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and allowed her body to melt alongside his.

She let out a soft sigh.

Somehow, after watching Miho and Goto and all the shit they had gone through together, she realised they would be okay. His job didn’t make him the person he is, nor did Mr. Oh. Ryosuke Inui was still that soft hearted, sweet and gentle boy she’d grown to adore entirely. And the person she realised she couldn’t be without.

“Well, even if I didn’t want to come, I figured if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be the only one to come after me.”

He let out a little chuckle and his head turned towards Miho and Goto and even Jazz.

“I still can’t believe you did that, y’know came looking for me. You even went to the penthouse while Mr Ichinomiya was there!”

Ryosuke seemed to grimace at the mention of that name and Rose’s hackles went up too. He was not a man she wanted to have frequent encounters with.

“Do you still not get it?” Rose asked and Ryosuke turned so he was fully facing her with a questioning brow and a slight cock of his head. Like a puppy.

“I will go through the depths of hell - in this case that penthouse lounge. Thankfully Kisaki wasn’t there or I may have been arrested before I got to you, but that’s besides the point.”

Rose took a breath to get to the point she was trying to make.

“I love you and I want to be with you.”

The sound of everything around them dulled out the palpable tension. They had this conversation already but Ryosuke still seemed to doubt a little - understandably so, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

Warmth surrounded her as Ryosuke encased her in his arms. His smell drifted into her nostrils and the strength of his arms kept her pressed to his.

“I love you too,” was all he said as he planted a kiss on the top of her head.

They stayed like that for a moment before Miho, probably annoyed that because she was centre of attention she couldn’t sneak off for private Goto affection, called Rose over.

Ryosuke took Rose’s hand and they walked together towards the happy couple.

They were going to be alright.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” Subaru said into the microphone, and the noise of the reception fell away, “our newly-weds will share their first dance as husband and wife.”

Placing her hand in Goto’s, Miho allowed him to lead her to the now otherwise empty dance floor. There, in the centre, with all eyes on them, he pulled her body gently against his.

“How you doing being the centre of attention?” Miho whispered, her lips curled into a teasing smirk.

“So long as I’m the centre of your attention,” he replied easily, sliding his hand along the soft satin of her gown to the small of her back, “I can put up with the other gawkers.”

“That’s my brave husband,” she grinned, as the gentle rhythm of Savage Garden’s ‘I Knew I Loved You’ began to play.

“I love the sound of that,” he told her frankly, leading and Miho followed.

“Well, it’s reality now whether you like it or not,” she chuckled.

(Miho and Goto Wedding Chibis, by @saekimchi)

Around them seemed somehow to grow dim, though the multitude of candles in the garden continued to burn brightly. The only thing that seemed to illuminate was them, was each other; the dark coiled around them created by their absolute focus, on each other; they were alone, moving to the sound of the other’s beating heart, and completely comfortable with that.

“Still feels like a dream,” Goto exhaled, spinning her gracefully.

“Right?” she responded. “If I wake up, I’m going to throw the biggest tantrum.”

“Nobody wants that,” he laughed, tightening his grip. “You know I really meant what I said in my vows,” he continued. “Ever since I first saw you, I’ve had this inexplicable feeling of loss.”

“Loss?” she repeated, her brow twitching into a frown.

“Like I’ve been living my life all this time incomplete, and only realised it when I met you - that missing piece.”

Miho blinked. His vows had been powerful enough, but this addition, the sheer absoluteness of his gaze, rocked her completely - all the way back to a moment in time very long ago she couldn’t quite remember, when they had said their goodbyes but promised one day to be happy.

“You’ve already ruined my makeup once,” she grumbled, her voice wavering as she pressed her cheek to his and closed her eyes.

“Still beautiful,” he smiled, ceasing his movements to distance her face a little, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. “And mine.”

“I’m not much for being considered a possession,” she told him quietly, but he could hear her perfectly, her voice the only thing echoing in the world, “but I’m going to let you get away with it, just for today.”

Again they kissed… and kissed… and kissed… until Jazz poked Miho in the ribs.

“Even for you, sex in the middle of a dancefloor would be over the top,” she said, and though Miho seemed unbothered by the remark, Goto’s face flushed. “And it’s my turn to dance.”

Naturally, Miho thought she meant Jazz wanted to dance with her, but it was to Goto she turned.

Still blushing, he smiled and nodded, but was definitely reluctant to let Miho go.

“Rude,” Miho huffed, then looked to her left to find Kuni standing there.

“Would you do me the honour?” he asked flashing his best smile and bowing a little.

“Well, since Jazz stole my husband, it only makes sense,” she shrugged, and allowed Kuni’s hand to rest on her hip.

For a really loooong thirty seconds they danced without speaking, until Miho broke the silence.

“I forgive you,” she declared, “if you care. I mean, if Jazz can, and marry you, then I don’t want there to be any enmity between us. But don’t think I’ll ever forget though; Jazz is my best friend; it’s my job to protect her.”

“Think maybe we could share that responsibility?” he enquired hopefully, and Miho let out a snort.

“Sure,” she conceded.

“I’m pretty certain Goto is getting told something similar,” Kuni laughed, relaxing a little. “Seriously, you girls are scary.”

“Best not to forget that,” Miho grinned.

Only a couple of feet away Goto was putting his hand on Jazz’s waist, clearly not as comfortable as he had been when holding Miho.

“So, you know that I am her best friend,” Jazz casually said when Goto started to dance with her, a bit wooden but at least he wasn’t stepping on her toes.

“I know.”

“And you know that I consider her my sister, right? That makes you my brother-in-law.” She let him twirl her once before he nodded.

“That is fine with me.”

“And since I’m practically the mother AND the father of the bride today, that also makes you my son-in-law. Twice.”

He hesitated, this was getting scary.

“Just to make this clear: I love her. She’s part of my family, and with marrying her, so are you. You are a good man, Seiji Goto. Now you better be good to her.”

With a smile she stepped aside when H came to ask for the next dance with Goto.

For some time the bride and groom were separated, as everyone wanted their chance to dance with them.

By the time main course was served, Miho was glad to return to the bridal table and lace her fingers back through Goto’s.

“It would be wrong of us to disappear before cake and speeches, right?” Miho asked rhetorically against Goto’s ear, and he turned his face.

“You dreading them that much?”

“Are you kidding?” she scoffed. “Jazz and Subaru have been at each other’s throats the whole planning process - I get the horrible feeling this is going to be a contest.”

“That might be amusing,” Goto smirked, his hand leaving hers to give her thigh a squeeze under the table.

“That depends how many embarrassing stories Subaru knows about you,” Miho pointed out. “And I can guarantee Jazz knows some real doozies about me.”

“You think they’d do that?” he frowned a little. “I mean, this should be about us, not, separately, but together. We’re not that embarrassing.”

“We could be,” Miho grinned wickedly.

“Miho…”

“I could just…” she began to sink in her chair. “... just slide under the table here and…”

Goto caught her just as Jazz looked over at them.

“Don’t even joke about it,” he grumbled. “Believe me, all I want right now is you wrapped around me.”

“I heard that,” Issei muttered from behind them.

“Don’t start with me Issei,” Miho smirked. “I saw who you were cuddling up with.”

Goto raised an eyebrow, while Issei blushed - the same way Goto did when he was embarrassed.

“Who was he cuddling up with?” Goto questioned, eying his brother like the answer might be written on his face.

To that, Miho did not reply, but if the guy was going to flirt with the dessert maker in a busy space filled with family and friends, it wasn’t as if he was hiding his same sex attraction.

“Who?” Goto persisted, and Issei put his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“I’ll tell you all about it when you get back from your honeymoon okay?” he offered with a smile and a nod to Miho, who grinned back.

“Oooh it’s a happinessalanche,” she squealed, squeezing Goto’s arm. “Ah, Christ you smell good.”

“Happinessalanche?” he repeated with a chuckle.

“Totally a thing,” Miho shrugged, and inhaled deeply against him.

“Stop sniffing the groom,” Jazz chastised, next to come up behind them.

“Weirdo,” Subaru added smugly, arriving at Jazz’s side.

He then clinked a spoon against his glass, drawing the attention of the guests to the small group of bridal couple and their closest friends.

“Dear guests, Mr. and Mrs. Goto – annoying wedding planner – we are here tonight not only to celebrate the love of two people who obviously can’t keep their hands off each other-“ he began only to get interrupted by some ‘awww’s and a ‘gross’, much to the amusement of most of the guests. “-we are also here test the bond between Miho and Paja- I mean Seiji.”

“Usually the best man holds an embarrassing and totally overblown speech on the groom and the bridesmaid holds a sickly sweet and emotional speech on the bride. Well, as some if you might already know, Miho isn’t a fan of sickly sweet and Goto isn’t a fan of – well, I’m not even sure if he’s a fan of anything other than Miho.” This time Jazz earned some laughter.

“So we decided to change things up a bit, fitting to this not really traditional wedding and definitely not traditional couple.” Subaru was looking at Miho intently before his gaze flitted to Goto.

“So instead of telling you how the couple met and how they fell in love – I’m sure we are all tired of that story already – and the nature of the groom’s job doesn’t allow us to say too much-“ Jazz was just saying when Subaru interjected: “Just as the bride’s job, too.”

“Yes, thank you, Subaru. So since confidentiality and honest speeches just don’t go well together, we thought we are going to tell you a tale. A tale of olden times.”

Just on cue Kuni joined them, a paper model of a sailing boat in hands.

“So, once upon a time in a far off land there was a feared pirate,” Jazz began and pulled a doll out of a bag she was holding. “As some of you might know, Miho was an assassin in a past life. But she was also a pirate in – well, in another past life. Pirate Miho was sailing the seven seas, following her whims and wishes, but she was more like a Robin Hood with a tricorne.” She held the small pirate doll over the ship that Kuni kept moving on imaginary waves.

“She was strong and beautiful, desired by many and feared by many other more. But she was also just and fair, her crew loyal not only because of her generosity, but because she genuinely cared. Of course she mostly showed it in a roundabout way, she was blunt and honest to the point of hurting sometimes.”

H and Rose chuckled at this, and Miho laughed out loud, squeezing Goto’s hand while he smiled at her, mostly enjoying seeing his wife happy and carefree like that.

“But most of all she was lonely, the life of a pirate princess not an easy one.”

The audience erupted in a collective ‘awwww’ before Subaru took over.

“At the same time there was a small island, one mostly unbeknown to men, inhabited by a single – let’s call it person. A creature of legend, wearing a pinstriped fishtail whenever it entered the sea.”

Subaru pulled a mermaid doll out of the bag and let it float in the air over his palm that represented the island.

“On the land he looked like a normal man...”

Subaru tugged at the merman’s tail, pushed it up to reveal a pair of pinstriped clad legs. Miho whispered something to Goto, probably something inappropriate judging by his reaction.

“... But in the water he was completely different, practically undercover.”

Even Ishigami’s lips curled into a tiny smile at that one.

“He was just as lonely as pirate Miho was, and after some disappointing encounters with humans he decided it was better that way. He was a siren, a creature that lured others in, but never let them come close.”

“Although pirate Miho was a human woman, made of flesh and bones – she was pretty much a siren herself.”

Jazz let the doll navigate closer to the siren island and someone hooted in the audience. Subaru nodded knowingly. Jazz shot him a glare and he cleared his throat.

“So what do we have so far? Two lonely souls, fated to a life in solitude? That would be too much of sad tale for such a happy occasion, so let’s bring the story along.”

He nodded towards Jazz who gave Kuni a signal.

“One day Miho was sailing in rough sea, and she went overboard. Of course her crew was trying to find her, save her, but alas! Miho stayed lost.”

She let the doll jump from the ship and Kuni whispered something to her before he stepped away, taking the boat with him.

“She held onto a barrel – formerly filled with whiskey – and floated helplessly around. Especially frustrated by the ‘helpless’ part.”

“Damn right!” Miho shouted and Goto chuckled, and pulled her back into his arms before she could stumble into the display in front of them.

“Yes, thank you for your affirmation of this part. Anyway, while she was floating around, angry that the whiskey was already gone, when she came close to the island of Goto.”

Jazz waved the small doll back and forth, getting closer to Subaru’s hand with each turn, something he noticed with a smug grin.

“Siren Goto was living a rather dull life, one boring day followed the other. But then he noticed something drifting in the sea, close to his home. There was a woman dancing on the waves or so it seemed, the first sign of something different and new. And after an eternity alone he couldn’t help but get excited. He jumped into the water and swam to the barrel, only to find the feistiest and prickliest creature he had ever seen.”

Another bout of laughter, some ‘hey’s and a ‘booo’ from Miho.

“Give her a drink, maybe that’ll shut her up!” Rose suggested only for H to grab a bottle and walk over to Miho.

The bride first first the bottle, then an unladylike swig, followed by a hearty ‘arrrr’.

“With her natural charm and her loveliness, however, she charmed him, and he sang her songs of love and devotion to make her stay.”

Now both dollies hovered over Subaru’s outstretched palm, forcing Jazz and Subaru to stand closely together.

“We could tell you now about how Miho’s pirate heart yearned for freedom, how much she longed to go back to her old life, with her crew and her ship – but let’s face it, that would be a lie. And although her crew did miss her dearly, they knew she was happy somewhere, no longer alone but with someone who loved her and who she loved in return.”

Jazz shrugged apologetically.

“Sorry, we can’t do this without a bit of sappy romance stuff after all.”

“And the moral of this story is, sometimes two people, different as they may seem, are just the perfect match.”

Subaru closed their story, nudged Jazz’s shoulder, and with a sigh she moved the doll when he moved his doll, making them kiss.

The bridal couple copied their dolly versions, although thanks to Miho’s effort their kiss wasn’t as innocent.

“Now let’s raise our glasses to a love that obviously was meant to be, in this life and in others before.”

Jazz took a glass of champagne from a tray that the servers were carrying around.

“To Miho and Seiji!” Subaru said, and everyone repeated the toast.

After a sip he whispered towards Jazz: “See? We are make a good team, you and me. If you weren’t that stubborn all the time we could have lots of fun. You know, the best man and the bridesmaid…”

Jazz chuckled dryly.

“I’m not stubborn, I just have standards. And now excuse me, I’m going to kiss my own husband now.”

With a nod she left him standing there, the Goto doll still in his hand.

“Yoink!” Miho chirped, plucking the Goto dollie from Subaru’s grip. “I’m going to keep him for when Seiji is on an op.”

“Size is about right,” Subaru snickered, and Goto narrowed his eyes at him. “What? You don’t want the Miho doll?”

“No thanks,” Goto volleyed. “That doll is the only thing of her I’m going to let you have.”

“Harsh,” Issei chuckled, joining them.

“Come on you guys, get your butts out there for the bouquet toss,” Miho encouraged.

“That’s for the girls,” Subaru sniffed, and Miho too his arm and shoved him into motion.

“Don’t gender stereotype,” she chided, then called attention to the other guests. “Okay folks, if you’re single and looking for marital bliss, here’s your chance this evening to get yourself a little luck - though I do have to say as a professional matchmaker, that the effectiveness of catching the bridal bouquet in landing you the perfect partner is not yet proven.”

Guests once again laughed, as the single female guests began to move to the centre of the dancing area, the men, and couples watching on with amusement. The only exception seemed to be Kurosawa, who had positioned himself in the middle of the large group of women.

“That guy,” Subaru said, shaking his head, but at his side, Issei felt like he’d really like to join them too.

When almost every single woman had gathered in the middle – even Rose and H had been dragged off with a group of other young women – Jazz was still standing at the side.

“Hey, Miss Wedding Planner, won’t you come and join us? You know the tradition, don’t you?” Kurosawa loudly shouted over the heads of the women around him, drawing the attention towards Jazz who just sighed and shook her head.

“Oh, come on! We are here, too!” H grumbled.

“I can’t,” Jazz cheerfully yelled back, eyes flitting once to Kuni who shrugged with a grin, then to Miho who mirrored that gesture.

“Why not? Don’t want to put pressure on your barkeeper?” someone else asked.

Was that Atsumu?

Again Jazz shared a glance with Kunihiko who put the glass down he was holding and came over to her.

“Now?” he whispered.

“As good as any other time.”

He reached into his pocket and handed her something. Jazz took a deep breath.

“So, there’s something we have to tell you…” Jazz announced and took Kuni’s hand, sliding a wedding band on this finger before he did the same for her.

There were some cheers and confused questions but before the crowd could actually scatter Jazz shook her head.

“Time for congratulations and questions is later, now there is a bouquet to catch!” she laughed, when Kunihiko pulled her close and kissed her.

“So it’s official now?”

He was still holding her in his arms, not caring about the people around them.

“I guess it is. The next party I’m planning is our reception, huh?”

“Jazz, are you married yet?” Miho called, looking over her shoulder. “Can I throw it now?”

“Yeah we’re done, go ahead,” Jazz grinned, giving Kuni a squeeze, whispering the last to him. “We’re so not done.”

“Okay, here we go!” Miho announced, loud and clear as she turned her back to the group. “One, two, three!”

It wasn’t like she needed to worry about hitting a ceiling or anything, being out in the garden, and perhaps that’s why her throw was somewhat unreserved. It was so enthusiastic in fact, that it sailed clean over the heads and reaching arms of the women - and Kurosawa - and landed in the reflexive clutch of Subaru’s hands.

Goto laughing was what Miho saw first before she, and everyone else, turned to stare at Subaru, as he looked at the lovely flowers in his hand, then over at Miho - who smirked - then at Issei to his left as if for an explanation or perhaps help.

What he got, however, was a wink and a grin.

“Well I guess there’s hope for everyone now,” Miho chortled, leaning back against Goto who wrapped his arms around her again.

“Did Issei just wink at Subaru?” he against against her ear.

“That’s the sexiest thing you can manage to whisper to your wife?” she grumbled, deflecting the question.

“The moment we’re alone,” he began again, quietly, a deep and penetrating rumble, “I’m going to peel that dress off you... with my teeth.”

“Better,” Miho sighed, nudging her hips back against him. “Let’s just go now, no one will notice.”

“There’s still the cake,” he groaned, both wanting her to grind on him and not, considering where they were and who was watching.

“Everyone!” Miho said loudly once more. “Who wants CAKE?!”

“You want the cake, now?” Jazz queried with a slight frown, since it was a bit early for that.

“No, I want to smear it all over Seiji’s chest and lick it off,” Miho stated, and Ishigami, who had been standing within earshot, nearly spat out his mouthful of champagne.

Liana, beside him, however, glanced at her husband, then rolled her eyes upward as if imagining that scenario.

“That may be a little… too much,” Ishigami admitted a little shyly.

“You’re terrible, you know that?” Jazz hissed at Miho, but she was shaking her head and couldn’t stop herself from grinning.

“Come ooon,” Miho whined. “I’ve been good right?”

“It’s your wedding! You’re supposed to be here and have a good time all night.”

“She will,” Goto assured Jazz, in a comment more bold than usual. “I promise.”

“Hey, you eloped for a reason,” Miho pointed out. “Instant honeymoon, and don’t tell me you didn’t instant honeymoon.”

“A ridiculous amount of times,” Jazz grinned, and Miho actually stomped like a petulant child. “Oh for fuck’s sake, have your cake and eat it,” Jazz conceded, but she was contemplating grabbing a handful of the carefully crafted wedding cake, and smushing it in Miho’s face.

The real reason she didn’t, is because she knew Miho would only exact revenge, and turn the wedding into a massive food fight.

So Jinpachi lined up once more to get some great photographs of Miho and Goto cutting their cake, that had two little weddingy Domo-kun figures on the top - Miho’s request of course. Goto took that opportunity to thank everyone for coming on behalf of himself and his wife, especially the bridesmaids and groomsmen, and the wedding planner, even though she’d had to fight with Subaru most of the way.

Miho then demanded everyone drink all their booze and party on into the night.

For a little while longer the happy couple circulated, but eventually slipped away. According to Miho’s wishes, however, the party did continue in their absence. Jazz and Kuni basked in their own now openly known marital status; Rose danced against Inui’s chest while he both blush and tried to glare at any man who got too close; Atsumu drew H out of her irritation and had her laughing thanks to his dorky ways, and while dark corners were usually Miho’s thing, it was Issei who found himself willingly cornered, the lips of Yuto Tsuruya weakening the hurt of his unrequited love for Subaru.

“Think anyone will notice we’re gone?” Miho queried in a giggle, as Goto led her by the hand down the flare-lit path to the bridal accomodation - a traditional Japanese building at the back of the property, secluded from the main area.

“Of course they will,” Goto chuckled, glancing back at her.

“Hmm, Lieutenant Goto, you look like you don’t care,” Miho grinned smugly. “Like the cat who got the cream.”

“In a few minutes we’ll find out if that’s true,” he responded, and Miho actually blinked a little in shock.

“I am rubbing off on you,” she laughed as he pulled her up behind him onto the veranda.

“Come here and rub a little more,” he instructed, opening the door to their suite and drawing her inside.

There MAY be a smutilogue... maybe... or maybe just honeymoon - cooking other ideas right now also. Thanks to my girls for their part! <3

@belxsar @mirandaflamel @kiniloves

#voltage inc #voltage otome #voltage fanfiction #mjs #mjs marriage matchmaking and wedding planning agency #seiji goto #kunihiko Aikawa #subaru ichiyanagi #issei goto #Luke the butler #Atsumu #ryosuke Inui #Kurosawa Toru #Ishigami Hideki #wedding #hlitf fanfic #msb fanfic #bmp fanfic #llftx fanfic

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CH1; The End Of The Blackhood- Had enough

Summary; Betty is the one who finds the real blackhood. Finds out that Mr Svenson isn’t the real Black hood/ She finds him all by herself, she pushed Archie away too. Veronica found out about the Kiss between Archie and Betty and blatantly ignored her. But after seeing the circumstances and after the real capture of the Blackhood Jughead and Veronica and the gang immerse themselves in guilt for not trusting and fighting for Betty. As soon as Betty finds the blackhood explains to her friends what happened, their hurry for apology becomes a mockery for Betty Cooper. Because guess what? She had enough. So when Southside High and Northside High collide, Sweet Pea and Betty become close. And the green eyed monster arises in Jughead. And dark Betty arises. Gone the pastel sweaters, the pink lip gloss.She’s tired of pretending, with new found talents exposed from Betty, will Jughead fight for her? There’s a nice cold leather sitting on her shoulders, perfect Betty cooper is in a gang. And it ain’t the serpents.

Bughead are endgame so dont worry

I was furious on how season 2 turned out so I’m writing my own

LOTS AND LOTS OF ANGST

Chapter 1

Take deep breaths. She tried to. Her hands trembling as she held the weapon in her pale hands, her eyes narrowed. Although her hands were shaking, there was no fear in her green eyes. She looked at the man who ruined her life, ruined her relationships. Ruined her. He enhanced the darkness within her, he made the flickering flame into a wrenching fire that refused to be condemned.

“Come on shoot!” The blackhood sneered. His green eyes piercing her own.

He was right. They were the same.

“Come on! Perfect Betty Cooper” He leered . She slightly stumbled backwards.

“You can’t do it! Can you?” He laughed. She breathed the smoke in the polluted air. It filtered thorough her lungs, as quick white huffs exited her nostrils.

“Perfect Elizabeth Mildred Cooper! Perfect Perfect Perfect. She can’t hurt a fly. Puts everyone before herself, a pushover. Weak. You fell for it! You actually thought the Blackhood was Mr Svenson! It wasn’t! It was me! You killed an innocent man” He chortled.

“Insane mother, insane father. Insane sister. Crazy. All of you. Where is the darkness within you? Too good for everybody. Always second choice, came after your so called best friend Veronica for Archie, and Jughead- he chose the serpent life instead of you. You’re pathetic. Too good for everybody-” The blackhood sneered.

Betty flexed her neck menacingly. She winced at the harsh words that came out of his mouth. But he was right. She was no ones first choice.

Bang.

She shot him.

She stayed in her stance, deep shallow breaths pulled her over the edge. The man lay on the road. She slowly bent down, she only shot him on the leg, the blood gushing out of him. The man grunted in pain.

She bent down as she grinned, she never felt more alive. She moved her hand over the wound on his leg and squeezed. He screamed in agony while she found it calming. The blood gave her sense of footing, keeping her on check.

She ducked her head “Look you incompetent fuck. You don’t know me. You tried to ruin me. And congratulation, you achieved your goal. You fucking psycho.” She whispered. The man slowly closing his eyes.

“Uh uh uh. You don’t get to die so easily. I will kill you with every second I got right now until the sheriff comes” She hissed, her hot breath flowing in his ear.

She stood up, her hair was in her face, she moved it out of the way with the back of her hand. Blood painted her face, masking the perfect veneer, the innocence in her doe like eyes. They weren’t spring green anymore, the were stark forest green, sharp as a flint tool. Her clothes were partially ripped, her hair down, her bee stung lips were covered in the sinful blood.

The man looked at her with fear in his eyes.

And she enjoyed it, she relished every ounce of it.

She stamped on the wound, he shrieked and she smirked at the blood cascading down his limbs. It lighted a thunder in her as she let out an animistic growl. She stomped on his wound more as he exclaimed in affliction. She wanted revenge. She starved for it.

She grabbed his throat and brang him above her. His jugular vein pumping his blood, she run her thumb over the rough skin and applied mild pressure. He grunted.

“Say sorry” She hissed

He didn’t say anything.

“Say sorry you mother fucker” She whispered.

She pushed her thumb even more indenting her thumb into his vein, making it impossible for him to breathe. He begged for mercy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry” He begged.

She threw him on the tar as he screamed in discomfort.

“Put your weapon down!” The sheriff commanded.

Betty took a step backwards.

“Well done Betty! Now come behind me” The sheriff praised.

“Now let’s see who this is” The sheriff said and took the hood off.

Betty gasped.

Tall boy!

It made sense- her mother dated him while she was a serpent, this was probably some sort of revenge.

The sheriff huffed and handcuffed him and took him to prison as another police officer escorted Betty home. The whole town already heard, it was bright early in the morning although when Betty found him it was the middle of the night. She closed her eyes remembering the moments, her being buried alive as she screamed in agony, the punches she endured.

The whole town waited for Betty to come home, everyone in their pyjamas as Betty came to the front of her house. As soon she came into sight, the whole town cheered for Betty being their hero.

She mustered a fake smile, but it wasn’t the perfect one that she flashed everyday. All of her friends could see.

Archie came barging through and grabbed Betty into a bear hug, tears running down his face. Betty smiled and hugged him back.

“I’m fine Arch- ow you’re squishing me” She mumbled in the hug. He immediately stepped backwards. Betty gasped at the sight of him, tears rushing down in torrents.

“What the fuck Betty! Why didn’t you tell me!? Do you know how scared you made me? I was shitting myself when your mum came and informed me that you were missing. And I got that call from the Blackhood! Don’t ever ever ever do that again!” Archie shouted and Betty winced.

“Do you understand me!?” Archie bellowed while clawing at her shoulder .But Betty didn’t say nothing, she was just numb. “Betty?” Archie asked with worry. Betty merely nodded. As soon she turned around, Alice and Hal came running to her and hugged her while sobbing. “You brave young woman” Hal whispered. Betty smiled.

As Betty turned around she saw Veronica.Veronica was ignoring her blatantly when she found about the shared kiss between Archie and Betty.

Veronica came and hugged her, her mascara running down her face. “B! I’m so so so sorry” She cried. But Betty didn’t hug her back. After a few seconds Veronica realised and stepped backwards. Concern riddened her face. “B?” Veronica whispered. Betty sniffled and turned around, wanting nothing but to go to her safe pink sanctuary.

“Mum, dad take me home” Betty asked, while her voice broke. Her parents looked at her with worry, they opened their mouth to say something. “Please” She whispered so quietly. Fresh tears pricked her eyes. They nodded and held her arm to take her.

“Betts!” A deep voice shouted, Betty turned around in a fraction of a second, her heart thumping.

Jughead.

His dark ebony locks of hair dishevelled, naked without the beanie. Vulnerable to the world. You would expect Betty to run to him. But she knew. She knew about the intimate kiss and “groping fest” that was shared between him and Toni- the Blackhood told her about it. Her heart broke all over again.

Guilt, pain, confusion flashed in his sea blue eyes.A storm was brewing. The electricity crackled between them. His arms were open for her. A huge lump formed at her throat, blood dripping down her head, staining her pink lips, her hair was clumped with dirt. He held a hopeful boyish smirk, vulnerability flowing through his stance.

Tears ran down her tired face as she looked at Jug, the pain grilling inside even more. She couldn’t do it anymore. She shook her head at him and slammed the door. His face fell.

“Betty darling-” Hal called but she ignored him and ran down to the bathroom and locked the door.

She slid down the door, loud sobs erupting from her chest, her head down on her knees. She cried and cried letting all the angst from the night rushed through her. She slammed her head on the door and wailed, howled. She shrieked, clawing at her hair. She was just numb, she needed to feel something. She screamed again.

“Betty! Betty Open the damn door!” Hal shouted, Alice started to cry. Hal barged through the door and saw Betty on the floor. The cold tiles calmed her senses. Hal picked up Betty and took her to her bed room and laid her down on the bed. “Betty..” Her dad started to say. “I’m fine- I just needed to let it all out” She replied wearily, feeling uncomfortable. They nodded and left the room. Luckily the bloody crescent scars that littered her velvet palm went unnoticed by her parents. She pressed her blunt nails into her palms again. Opening old scars as well as creating new ones. Blood seeped through them, staining the white carpet of her room.

After taking a nap, she showered and put on a pale pink hoodie and some clad jeans. She let her hair down. She put her sneakers on and got her slung her school bag over her frail shoulders as she ran down the stairs. She entered the kitchen, Alice was cooking some lunch.

“Mom- I’m going to go school okay?” Betty asked. Alice turned around in bewilderment. “No honey- stay home today. You need to rest” Alice replied.

“Those ivy league colleges won’t wait mom, I need to work on my extra curricular activities if I want to go to Yale or Harvard. Just like you said mother” Betty mocked. But you can here the sincerity and utter determination that was laced with the mockery.

Alice was shocked, for the first time- she felt guilty. She realised she pushed Betty over the edge. Tears gathered in her worn eyes. After all Tall boy going on his revenge was mostly all her fault. “I’m sorry honey-” Alice started.

“Save it” Betty replied. Alice was wounded.

“Look Betty- I think it will be great if you just have a week off. Just for yourself. No school, no responsibilities.” Hal said coming into the kitchen.

“But-” Betty started to say, shock evident on her face. Where have her parents gone? Abducted?

“It’s what you need if you want to be productive and motivated for school” Alice said.

Nope they are still the Coopers.

“ Betty, you need to refresh and be rejuvenated. That’s why I booked you a ticket to Florida for a break. And I can’t cancel or it will cost me allot” Hal smiled.

Betty reluctantly agreed.

“What time is my flight?” She asked. Maybe this will be good for her.

“Tonight at 10 pm, I’ll drop you off at the airport and leave at 7, okay?” Hal said biting into the hot food.

“Yep cool dad, I’ll just go school and collect my books from their and come back and pack” Betty said and left.

She walked to school, she didn’t put any make up on. The moon shadows under her eyes were starkly perceptible, her skin unnaturally pale and her lips were were chalk blue.

She entered the halls of the school, people came and hugged Betty, giving their thanks to her but even the strangers in the school could see the fragility inside her that was shaking the cages to be let out.

She finally made it to her locker and with a struggle she opened it. She put all her books inside her bag and locked it again.

“Betty” A voice said behind her.

Betty turned around, her stomach churning.

Archie, Veronica and Kevin were looking at her in shock, they drank in the sight of her.

“What’s wrong B? We need to talk” Veronica piped. But then her eyes caught something. A serpent snake on a lethal leather jacket. Oh fuck- today Southside high collides with Northside, she completely forgot. Jughead appeared beside them. She drank in the sight of Jughead, his eyes were rimmed red. “Betts...” Jughead whispered,his voice was hoarse, the Serpents were materialised behind him.

Betty didn’t feel sad anymore, no more tears. Now she was just angry. She had enough!

“Why V?- Why do you want to talk now?” Betty mocked, ignoring Jughead. Veronica flinched at the ridicule.

“Look I am ready to put the moment between you and Archie away if you’re ready” Veronica replied. Jughead looked between the two.

“What moment between Archie and Betty?” Asked Jughead looking apprehensive.

Veronica steeled away, immense regret flashing through her.

“We kissed when we found the fake blackhood, Mr Svenson” Betty said bluntly. She didn’t feel guilty at all about the kiss. Everyone was shocked at her directness.

Silence occupied the moment, hurt and pain assembled in her ex- boyfriends eyes.

“Finally... The jock and the perfect girl next door get together” Jughead huffed, venom laced in the contempt.

Betty arched her eyebrow.

“ Wow Jughead- I never knew you could be such a hypocrite” Betty sneered. Jug’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“We weren’t together. We were broken. Just like you kissed Toni on our previous break” Betty derided.

Jughead’s face fell for the thousandth time that forsaken day.

“So shut the fuck up! I’m tired. I’m sick and tired. You want to talk Veronica? Why didn’t you talk to me when I needed you? When I was crying in my room alone? I called you and apologised, I don’t expect forgiveness about the damn kiss but I don’t want to see you fake concern right now! When we had the argument at your party with Nick St Clair when the Blackhood forced me to break our friendship- you didn’t even question my abnormal outburst. You didn’t even ask why. Could you not see the pain in my eyes when I said those words to you? I thought we were friends? Didn’t you ever trust me?” Betty snapped.

“B?-” Veronica chocked.

“No- let me finish” Betty held her hand up.

“Having fun Kevin?- here is my BDSM sexuality rubbing in your face. Had fun humping in the woods? When I was drowning, you weren’t there. Instead all you ever talked about my fucking sexuality and me being a bad friend- well look in the mirror. Oh and when me and veronica weren’t friends- you sided her, not even asking if I was okay. You didn’t even question me. I thought you knew me... And I’m sorry for worrying about you when you grinding in the woods- worrying if you were going to get hurt. I’m sorry to trying to be a good friend.” She leered. Kevin gulped.

“Betty I-” Kevin started to say but Betty held up her hand to stop him.

“Let me tell you the definition of a friend- a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. A bond. All I ever got from you guys was me being the one who kept all of you on ground when gravity forgot to keep me on ground too. All I ever asked you guys was to trust me. Was I asking too much?” Betty asked.

This wasn’t Betty Cooper. But who actually is Betty Cooper? The pastel sweaters or the scars on her smooth palms?

She clenched her fists, digging her nails into the crescent wounds.

“Fine, lets get this all out in the open. Why didn’t you call me Betty- why did you ask Archie to find the Blackhood?” Jughead asked, his insecurities seeped through.

Betty let out a strangled laugh.

“Oh Jughead- I did call you. Many times. But you screened my calls! You ignored me cuz you were too busy with your fuck buddy Toni!” Betty shouted. Jughead flinched at the words. But they were true. He finally opened his fucking blind eyes.

“Archie was there! He was there for me! He saw me when I was scared, he could see the pain! He didn’t screened my calls- because he valued our friendship. Unlike you Jug” She shrieked, torrents of water gushed.

“But he decided to distance him self too after the fucking damned kiss, trying to be a good boyfriend. When he completely forgot about being a good friend” Betty hissed.

Archie bowed his head in shame, his eyes becoming glassy. His broad shoulders slumped in chagrin.

“When I did that damn serpent dance for you, you shut me out! I did it for you- you were drifting away from me! I had to do something” Betty said.

The clenching of her fists didn’t go unnoticed by Jughead.

“I broke up with you because of Penny-” Jughead started to whisper.

“But you sorted it out with Penny didn’t you?” Betty asked. Jughead gulped, his Adam apple bopping.

She shook her head in disbelief.

“I did it because you’re too good for me Betty- too perfect. I did it to save you” Jughead replied, his palms open in fake innocence.

“I had enough! You’re just Like Archie! I’m not fucking perfect! I thought you accepted me! The real me!” Betty exclaimed showing her littered palms to him. Everyone gulped looking at the scars.

“And to save me from what?- The southside? Well guess what Jug, today I was buried alive by a fucking serial killer! I was abused physically by him! Emotionally abused by my mother! And you weren’t there for me. I didn’t ask for you all the time. Just a call. Just a call Jug. To keep me safe from what? Death, pain, hurt. Because guess what?! I’m already dead inside” Betty cried.

Jughead felt his heartbreak for the infinite time today. Tears streaming down his face.

“To save you from myself. I’m broken please-” Jughead simply replied.

“Oh wow- I loved you Jug! All of you. I’m broken too- that is the whole point of a relationship, we fix each other. Be there for each other. When Archie came to you about the break up. You just accepted it” Betty replied.

Jughead became anxious as she used the past tense- loved . Did she not love him anymore?

“ Got bored of vanilla? Everyone always does.” Betty scoffed. People started to watch the entire scene unfolding before their eyes. Eyes widening at Betty’s outburst.

“You didn’t call me to see the truth- you didn’t fight for us. For me. It’s like you never cared- first punch and you’re wounded. You’re weak Jughead Jones. And all this time I thought you were a fighter and a lover. I at least had some humility to break the kiss after seconds with Archie and didn’t go on a fucking groping fest on the night we broke up. I fought for us. While you just stood there” Betty’s voice broke.

Jughead was wounded. Hurt. But it was the absolute truth. He just wished he saw this sooner. The distant look in her eyes when she wanted to run away with him. How could he not see the pain, the struggle in her eyes? He looked at her trembling form, she had to go through so much. Being buried alive by a psycho, her friends and him distancing themselves from her when she needed them the most.

She was always there for him, for his dad, when he needed a shoulder to cry on. She was there.

He never was.

“I had enough- I had enough of putting people before me. I want to be me for me. I’m tired of showing this perfect veneer for everyone’s comfort and making myself cry to go to sleep. I’m tired for fighting for everyone else. I want someone to fight for me too. I hate being the one who has to be there for everybody- and no one being there for me. I hate being second choice all the time- being chosen over the serpents, over my friends. I want to be someone’s first choice. I want someone to fight for me too” Betty replied, her voice shattered like shards of glass scattered over the tar.

She turned around and walked out of the halls. Her soft plea for help breaking everyone’s heart. Especially Jughead.

He watched her walk away. Taking his heart with her.

She walked out of the halls, she turned around, wiping her tears from her face with her sleeves. She turned around the corner and bumped into someone, leather smacked skin.

“Sorry I-” Betty started to say but she stopped abruptly when she saw who it was. Sweet Pea.

He simply held her shoulders, and softly moved her aside. His warm chocolate eyes spread warmth inside her. He flashed a grin and winked and walked away.

Leaving Betty Cooper in complete confusion.

#Bughead! Angst Selfharm Pain Sweetpea Confrontation Fanfiction Bughead fanfiction Bughead forever TherealBettyCooper DarkBetty!

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