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wickedlyqueer · 4 years

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Holy Poly

Ever since @gliyerabaa became obsessed with the Glinda/Fiyero/Elphaba ship it suddenly reminded me I wrote a poly fic years ago where essentially the Charmed Circle lived together and most of them were dating each other.

I never finished or published it, because I’m first and foremost a gelphie ho. to a point it felt wrong to be calling it a poly fic, bc I just wanted to focus on the gelphie dynamic.

Anyway, because I promised Rae (and I’m sure they’d love to see some gliyeraba content they didn’t write themself) this was the intro chapter of the modern AU, fresh out of college, poly chapter I wrote like 3 years ago.

Save the trees!

Perhaps every accidental cluster of people had a short period of grace. Although gracious was probably not the best word to describe the weirdly formed, yet close-knit circle. Exuberant. Loud. Queer. Those were better words. A loving found family that could not been torn apart even if fate wanted it to.

Neither was their time together short-lived. At least, not if it was up to Glinda. After most of them had graduated last summer, the crushing college debt and the terrifying world that was job hunting in a broken economic system made the decision on cohabitation all the easier.

On the outskirts of Shiz they had found their home: a small house with just enough room for the six of them to not suffocate. It was nothing fancy, but none of them would want it any other way.

“Elphie’s not here?”

Glinda had entered the living room where the boys were spread lazily across their two mismatched couches bought at a garage sale.

“Nope, left quite a while ago,” Boq replied.

“Aren’t they at their usual train station spot harassing people?”

“Language, Crope,” from the kitchen came Fiyero’s rich voice. “Spreading awareness about global warming isn’t the same as harassing.”

“Fine. It’s annoying people then.”

“Not everyone finds that awareness crap annoying,” Tibbett said, throwing a casual glance at Glinda. “I believe someone went weak at the knees for that.”

She felt a blush creeping up; not for the comment he made, but for the comment that was about to come. It had turned into an inside joke in their circle, and she had learned from experience that the less she objected the more humiliation she was spared.

“Is it?” Crope wiggled his eyebrows. “The way I heard, she complimented Elphie on their dedication to the cause for painting their entire visage green.”

The trio threw a fist in the air and shouted in unison, “Save the trees!” without their attention leaving the screen.

“I hate every single one of you.”

“You can’t deny that’s how it went, Glin,” Fiyero commented. “Have you tried texting by the way?”

“I think their phone died,” she checked one more time for any messages, but still no response from Elphaba. “Remind me to ambush them again for getting a decent phone.”

“At least they lost that brick phone.”

Crope snorted. “Yeah, right. Lost.”

Tibbett gave him a wicked smile. “No fun in being a tattletale, babe.”

Whatever they were grinning about it was Crope and Tibbett, and Glinda prefered to stay ignorant on the subject. She headed towards the kitchen where Fiyero was cooking dinner. A towel hanging over his shoulder and his beautiful long black hair stuffed in a loose bun so no strains could spoil the food.

“Smells good, Yero.” She wrapped her arms around his belly, and stretched out completely on her tiptoes and almost managed to put her chin on his shoulder. “If only I could see if it looks as equally good.”

Fiyero laughed heartily and sank through his knees so Glinda could see better. “How about now?”

She smiled. “So far this meal is Glinda-approved.”

“That’s all I need.”

A cheer came from Boq from the living room having beaten the other two at the game.

“I think I’m going to check the train station,” Glinda said as she let go off Fiyero; the pose was growing uncomfortable for the both of them. Their height difference was ridiculous. How she had ended up with two partners so much taller than her was beyond her.

“Oh, you know what you should do? Call Nessa. Maybe she can contact Elphie through their sibling telepathy.”

“I think that only works when they have something to bicker about,” Glinda said, but dialed the number anyway. “Goes straight to voicemail.”

“Why do those two even have phones?” Fiyero muttered.

“Okay, so train station and then I’ll drop by Nessa’s dorm to check on her too. Any other places Elphie might be?”

Four voices spoke as one. “The library.”

“Should’ve figured that one out myself.”

“Glin, you do know Elphie’s like a cat, right? They always find their way back home eventually.”

“I know, but I feel like going outside for a bit. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Sure thing. Oh, and Glinda?”

She turned around. “Hm?”

He took her hand and planted a chaste kiss on her fingertips. “Can I just say you look absolutely wonderful today?”

She beamed. “You’re too charming for your own good Fiyero.”

“It’s why he has so many partners,” Crope called from the couch, apparently eavesdropping on the conversation. There was zero privacy in this house. “Too handsome too. Who could say no to that gorgeous face?”

“Not us,” added Tibbett. “And don’t forget that he’s a flirt without realizing it. It just comes natural to him and it’s adorable.”

Fiyero had the advantage that his dark skin hid most of his blush, but knowing him since high school, Glinda knew what a flustered Fiyero looked like.

“I just got a lot of love to share, I guess,” he smiled shyly. “Let me know when you find Elphaba, okay? Dinner will be ready around seven.”

Elphaba wasn’t at the library and neither were they at the train station. All Glinda found there were old memories. She could see the young, nervous girl fresh from the Pertha Hills standing on the platform. Fiyero’s steady hand on her shoulder to ease her worries. Had four years really passed so quickly?

She traced her footsteps from the past. Her gaze wandering over the square in front of the train station like it did then. The only thing that was missing, was a green person storming towards her. From that moment on she was captivated by Elphaba, although the first few months she had let her socialite behavior overrule.

“You could’ve disclosed in our online correspondence that you’re green!”

She had whined once she had found out the Green-Tree-From-Shiz-Station was her roommate. Elphaba had pointed at the five enormous trunks brought into their room by an upperclassman.

“Only if you had disclosed you would bring your entire house with you.”

Glinda had thought the roommate matching system had completely failed her. No way had she the highest match with a snarky, social-reclusive green person! It had taken her some time to realize they were ridiculously similar, just coming from different angles.

Her path down memory lane continued when she entered Shiz campus. It only had been two months ago since she graduated, but it already felt foreign being here. As if she no longer fitted. A group of giggling first year students passed her. Glinda recognized her own innocence in them back at that age. Feeling as if you’re on top of the world only because you have yet to learn what that world entailed.

Unconsciously she had walked to Crage Hall. She admired the building when a busted up blue van pulled over. It was Elphaba’s. They all jokingly referred to it as the Abduction Truck, because that’s how sketchy it looked.

Elphaba got out and moved over to the back of the truck. The only reason Elphaba had bought that van was to drive Nessa around. Normally they were a very dedicated public transport advocate, and although Elphaba would deny it, Glinda knew they’d bend their own morals to please Nessa.

Glinda walked towards the car and Elphaba looked surprised. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for you actually.”

“Oh?”

Elphaba opened the backdoors to reveal a Nessa waiting impatiently to be led out. “You do take your time don’t you, Elphaba? The air conditioner was already turned off and in this heated garbage tin can of yours I could’ve already suffocated. Hello Glinda.”

“Hey Nessa.”

Elphaba lifted the ramp from the truck. “And yet you still live. The Unnamed God must have favorites after all.”

Nessa rolled her eyes. “Just open a window next time, please?”

“Yes, your majesty.” Elphaba vastened the ramp and Nessa rode her wheelchair to the pavement.

Elphaba shoved the ramp back inside and closed the door. Glinda walked towards them and was met with a strong smell. She sniffed Elphaba’s shirt and got worried. “Why do you smell like chlorine? Were you near water?”

Elphaba gestured to Nessa. “Had to drive this kid to Red Sand.”

“Your half year check-up! I completely forgot.” One of the reasons why Elphaba had bought the van was so Nessa could study at Shiz. Every six months they had to drive all the way to Red Sand where Nessa had to do exercises in a swimming pool. That’s what Glinda understood of it at least. “How was it?”

“Still pretty paralyzed,” Nessa supplied dryly.

“Doctor Kazhki said your legs were looking healthy.”

“As healthy as they can be paralyzed, yes.”

Glinda tugged at Elphaba’s hand before the argument could escalate. “Hey, you vanished without a single message.”

Elphaba frowned. “No I didn’t, I sent you a text and—ah,” they had gotten their phone out. “Must’ve died before it was sent.”

“No way!” Glinda feigned surprise. “Tomorrow we’re gonna get you a new phone and I won’t hear any of your usual excuses.”

“Can you do your flirting somewhere that isn’t in front of me?” Nessarose disrupted them. “I’m going inside.”

She wheeled away.

“Thanks for the ride, Fabala. Oh no problem, Nessie.”

Nessa turned around and stuck out her tongue. “If you can converse with yourself, what do you need me for?”

“Ungrateful brat.”

It was their way of saying goodbye. Being an only child Glinda still had no idea how sibling relationships worked. Especially those of the Thropps.

“Go kiss your girlfriend.” Nessarose waved without looking behind and went into the building.

Elphaba turned around and smirked. They wrapped their arms around Glinda’s waist. “Well you heard her.”

Glinda raised her eyebrows teasingly. “Since when do you take orders from your sister, hm?”

“Wow. You ruined the moment.” But they smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t notify you.”

“All is forgiven. You’re here now.”

It was a beautiful afternoon and without another word between them they had agreed to walk around campus. Glinda curled into Elphaba’s arm. She had done it so many times before it was like second nature. She had loved strolling around campus with Elphaba, back when they were still at Shiz. Near the Suicide Canal they settled down in the grass and soaked up the nice autumn sun while it was still warm.

Glinda leaned into Elphaba and smiled. “This brings back memories.”

“Curled up in my arms after one of our many picnics at the Suicide Canal? Whatever gave you that idea?” Elphaba teased.

Glinda nudged them playfully. “Sentimentality, I suppose. My entire walk I’ve been seeing myself through a looking glass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, like at the train station I remembered–” Glinda stopped dead in her tracks. How could she have let that one slip!

Elphaba let out a roaring laugh. “Are you referring to our ‘meet-cute’?”

Her entire face had turned bright red. “It wasn’t cute, I’m still embarrassed by it.”

“Aw, don’t be. It was actually refreshing from all the usual green freak insults.”

“How? I thought you were going for a metaphor to reflect a greener planet! I didn’t even consider a green person existing. How is that less offensive?”

“True, but then you became so flustered when I looked at you funny. I’ll never forget how you threw a fist in the air and yelled ‘save the trees!’ to show your support.”

Glinda buried her face into her hands. “Oh god.”

Elphaba laughed. “It was cute” and put their face closer. “You’re cute.”

“You’re making it worse,” Glinda’s words sounded muffled through her hands.

They planted a comforting kiss in her hair. “We still ended up like this, so it couldn’t have been all that bad, right?”

“I suppose,” her embarrassment fading, Glinda let herself fall back on Elphaba’s shoulder. “I thought I’d never see you again after that. Big surprise waited ahead of me. God, I thought you were a senior or something. No other freshman I know functioned that entire first week, and there you were, already trying to make the world a better place.”

She felt Elphaba smile. “I was such a determined little fuck back then. I didn’t even sign up. I got off the train and saw the group of volunteers and basically pestered them until they gave me a jacket and some flyers to hand out.”

“And they haven’t gotten rid of you since.”

“Nope. I’m the best thing that happened to them.”

Glinda paused, weighing her words before saying, “And to me.”

“Damn, you are sentimental today,” Elphaba noted.

Glinda took Elphaba’s chin and slowly lowered it until their eyes were leveled. Just before their lips touched she whispered, “You’re ruining the moment.”

“Now we’re even,” Elphaba murmured, smiling into the kiss.

A/N: to be clear of all the dynamics (bc they are very entangled and a bit of a mess): - Glinda is asexual and through high school became very dependable on Fiyero (as he was the first person she ever came out too). Dependable to a point they couldn’t imagine their lives separately. So it falls more in a QPR relationship, where their platonic bond is unbreakable. - Elphaba is non-binary, bi and aromantic. Their relationship with Glinda is definitely the most couple-y, and can be classified as a “typical” romantic relationship. They also connected with Fiyero instantly and fell for his charms. - Fiyero is very poly because this boy’s got a lot of love to share! He’s also aro (which might seem contradictory, but it’s something I’ve seen a lot of overlap with, funnily enough!) and so his relationship are very platonic/sexual based. he has that sort of relationship with Elphaba, Crope&Tibbett and one or two other people outside the charmed circle. - Tibbet’s genderfluid and good with any pronouns and will raid Glinda’s closet on any occasion. In an open relationship with Crope and they obviously communicate incredibly well with this. - Crope’s just very gay. - Boq is a trans guy and aro/ace. He’s the only not in a typical “relationship” and definitely isn’t looking for that either, but he can’t live without his chosen family. Together with Fiyero, they’re basically the “dads” of the group and keeps everyone in check.

If anyone wants to run with these dynamics; you have my blessing! I won’t be continuing this story but if it inspired you feel free to build on it!

#wicked #wicked the musical #gliyeraba #gelphie #bc it's.. kinda mostly gelphie still bc it me and i love them ok #anyway rae #hope you like it dfjkdhf #this is basically just for you

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jackdoe · 4 years

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Karaoke Night

She-Ra and The Princesses of Power fan short story

Spoilers for She-Ra season 5

(For full effect, listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6GdsRIbTSk, you’ll know when)

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Friday night at the underwater bar beneath Seaworthy meant Karaoke Night. At least it did now. They were trying something different.

The dimly lit room was scarcely populated though. Since the bars' untimely destruction at the hands of Princess Mermista, who graciously paid for the damages and refurbishment, the venue had gone legitimate, and ran off all the pirates and slavers.

Now it was a cozy lounge, with a live band, for the discerning gentlefolk, and, on special occasions, the discerning princess and friends that looked to relax.

Small as the crowd was it, was no less lively. Mostly it was made of of members of the Princess Alliance. At one booth sat Princess Perfuma trying and failing to teaching Scorpia how to make origami with their napkins, dew to anatomical problems.

At another was Princesses Spinnerella, Netossa, Mermista and the (Former, I promise) Pirate Seahawk, his foot up on the table, fist in the air as he recounted a harrowing tale that only Spinnerella seemed to be enjoying.

There but in the booth up against the window to the sea floor sat, in a booth forever reserved for them if requested, were the so called ‘Best Friend Squad’ Queen Glimmer, Bow, Catra, and Adora, dressed down and enjoying some much needed RnR.

“You know, I was skeptical about this place,” said Adora, “But I gotta say, Double Trouble really knows how to sell the atmosphere. You almost forget about the crushing weight of the ocean right outside the window.”

“I know!” added Bow, “And look at these coral shaped lamps!” He pointed out, and as he said there was a warmly glowing lamp in the middle of their table that was in the shape of a stalk of coral. “So fancy!”

“And the bartender is dressed like a Mermaid!” said Glimmer.

“No, I think he’s actually a mermaid.” said Adora, “Or, maybe a snake man? Definitely something with scales and a tale. What do you think Catra?...Catra?”

Adora turned to see her girlfriend was Looking nervous as her eyes darted around the room. Only after a long pause did she realize she was being addressed, “Hum, What? Oh yeah this place is great.” she said quickly.

Catra then swiftly snatched a menu up from the table and flipped it up to obscure her completely. “You think we can order Fish and Chips? I heard there was a thing called fish and chips and I wanna try it? Can we order some?”

She looked up to see in no particular order, her friends looking at her confused at slightly amused.

“I mean, you know,” Catra began, “For the table. Stop looking at me like that.”

Mercifully, the scene was interrupted by the lights of the lounge dimming even further.

Unseen musicians began to play, starting low then quickly swelling into a jazzy fanfare. Smoke billowed from the stage and the audience, few that they were began to cheer.

A single spotlight lit the stage and there stood the owner themself, Double Trouble. A microphone rose from the stage to meet them.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Everything in between and yet unseen,” said Double Trouble, “Welcome to The Trouble Trove! Where the drinks are doubled and you can get into a little trouble, so long as it's the fun kind.” They winked at the audience who responded with applause.

“I’ll give them this,” said Catra “Double Trouble knows how to brand.”

The applause continued and Double Trouble basked in it until it subsided, “Mmm, yes my darlings I live for the applause. But tonight isn’t about me.”

There were a few sounds of dejection from the audience.

“I know. Tragic. But the stage is a big place, too big for just one being like myself, although, I do look so good on it.” Double Trouble struck a pose and was met with a few woos this time.

“No no no,” they continued “Tonight is all about you, for tonight is Karaoke night!”

“Wooo!” Glimmer was the most excited for this, she had always wanted to go out with some friends to karaoke. But what with Bow being her only friend and his crippling stage fright, it just never happened. And, you know, there was a war.

Double Trouble descended from the stage and a duteous stagehand began setting up the equipment, including a very expensive (thanks again Mermista) hollow projector which could turn the stage into any environment the imagination could conjure.

“Now, my darlings who would like to be the first to let their voices be heard tonight.”

At this, the audience began to quiet down.

“Aww, no fun!” Double Trouble pouted theatrically “Don’t be scared, we don’t judge anybody here.” they then tapped their chin “Well, not out loud at least”

Double Trouble scanned the audience as they chuckled at their one-liner. Their eyes finally fell on a familiar pair of pointy ears sticking out from behind a menu.

“Oh! oh oh oh, who is this I spy all they way by the window?” they snapped their fingers and suddenly a spotlight was shining down on Catra’s head.

She peaked out from behind her shield “Shit.”

Double Trouble skipped their way up to the table the four friends were occupying and sat on it. “Well well, my eyes don’t deceive me, it’s the kitten herself. Out for a double date? I like you’re style.”

Catra sighed, “Hi DT.”

Double Trouble smiled playfully, “Well I think we’ve got our first lucky singer!”

The blood drained from Catra’s face, “I...” She looked around at everyone, “I don’t sing.”

“Oh no fun! Come on kitten, I know you got a voice of gold hidden under all that purring.” said the changeling. They turned the microphone to her.

Catra looked to her comrades but found no help. Each of them started banging on the table, “Do it! Do it! Do it!” they chanted . Catra’s eyes finally fell on Adora. She paused her chanting for a moment to give Catra and wink and a thumbs up. Honestly, a wink and a thumbs up from Adora could give the confidence to do anything.

Even so, Catra sighed again, “Fine.” The audience cheered and Double Trouble hopped up and down. They linked arms with Catra as she got up and began to lead her to the stage.

“Give it up for our first singer tonight, folks! I’ve got the perfect song in mind for you, kitten.”

“Wait, I thought we picked our own songs?” said Catra, her nervousness mounting back up.

“Normally yes, but you’re a special case, kitten.”

Catra looked back for help one last time, but found only cheering. And Scorpia, who attempted to give Catra a thumbs up but failed dew to anatomical reasons.

She and Double Trouble made their way on stage, where the stagehand had finished his set up and slinked away backstage.

Just before Catra was handed the microphone, the changeling MC covered it for a second, “Just follow the words on the screen and if you mess up, lean into it.” They said “And always remember, sing from the diaphragm, and the heart, but really mostly the diaphragm. And if all else fails, imagine you’re naked, that always works for me.”

But Double Trouble still saw a look of apprehension on her face.

“Listen Catra, don’t think about singing to all those people. Just think about one, pick someone in the audience and sing to them.”

They winked and patted her on the upper arm, “You’re gonna do great, kitten.” and with that, they whisked themselves away to sit in their personal booth, (closest to the bar of course), and Catra was alone on stage.

Catra looked out on the audience, which was partly obscured by the lights on the stage, but still she could see Adora, who’s gold hair stood out in the dark.

The expensive hollow projector sprang to life and Catra watched as it turned the stage into a technicolor nightmare, in Catra’s opinion. The curtain turned into a rainbow wave with twinkling lights and the stage floor took on a gold diamond pattern.

Her eyes then refocused on Adora, who smiled and waved back.

'Sing to one person.' she repeated in her head. ‘ok.’

The name of the song floated down, projected on thin air.

‘Well, at least I know the words.’ thought Catra.

The music opened with the sounds of an acoustic guitar, playing the medley slowly, its only accompaniment a bass just on the edge of hearing. Soon after an electric guitar joined in to reinforce the medley, followed closely by light drums, and the music began to swell.

“Oh, I love this song!” said Perfuma, leaning into Scorpia, who responded with a gentle claw around her shoulder.

The lyrics fell before Catra’s eyes and she looked out to Adora, gave herself an inward push. ‘I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna DO IT!.’

“Twenty-five years, / And my life is still, / Trying to get up that, / Great big hill of hope,” Catra’s voice came out uneven at first, but as the music went on, her body began to sway to the rhythm, and her voice followed after. “For a destination.”

there were a few woos from the audience, two of which definitely came from Scorpia and Seahawk.

“I realized quickly / when I knew I should, / That the world was made up of a / brotherhood of man,” Catra was fully getting into it now, and much to her own surprise, she wasn’t half bad at this. “For whatever that means.”

Now came the chorus and Catra put her full body into it, clutching her hand to her chest and closing her eyes. She already knew the words, now she was gonna take DT’s advice and feel the song.

“And so I cry sometimes / When I'm lying in bed just to get it all out / What's in my head.” She shook her head as emphasis, and her voice grew as the chorus mounted. “And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.”

“And so I wake in the morning / And I step outside / And I take a deep breath and I get real high.” Catra pointed to the ceiling. “ And I scream from the top of my lungs / What's going on?”

Catra’s voice raised with the song as she belted out the chorus. No longer afraid, there was no audience, just her and one blonde. “I said hey! / What's going on?”

Bow and Glimmer were now arms over each other’s shoulders, hands in the air, swaying back and forth to the rhythm

“Hey yeah yeah! / yeahyeah, hey yeah yeah! / I said hey! / What’s going on!”

As the bridge began a series of ‘ooh’s began to float down from the sealing, but Catra instead let the music play on without her and looked out to the audience. People actually clapped a bit. True they were all members of the Princess alliance and technically her friends but it was nice to be appreciated.

Her eye’s then settled on one person in particular. Adora, sitting leaning forward, head in her hands, staring at Catra with a dreamy expression in her eyes.

“You!” Catra pointed at Adora with a smile on her face, “Get up here!”

“What! No!” Adora’s dreamy expression few away. She was now shouting over the music to be heard.

“Oh yes! If I must be embarrassed, you will be embarrassed with me. That’s the girlfriend's rules.”

Now it was adoras turn to be sheepish, but the resounding chorus of “Do It, Do It, Do It,” batted that away and she stood up “Fine!” she said, marching to the stage!

After all, She Ra must show courage in all settings, including revelry.

Adora strode on stage and stopped inches from Catra, who had the mic. Just as the lyrics started up again they both realized how close they were to each other. They had to be almost touching to use the mic at the same time.

Now they were no strangers to being close to each other, but never in front of so many people. Even if they were all friends, the situation gave Adora butterflies.

Still, she soldiered on and picked up the song.

“And I try!” sang Adora, maybe a bit too loudly. “Oh my god / Do I try! / I try all the time, / In this institution!”

“And she prays.” sang Catra.

“Oh my god do I pray! / I pray every single day! “ Adora threw her fist in the air, For REVOLUTION!” she belted.

Adora got some woohs for that from the audience, which helped her butterflies. She put her arm down and turned to Catra, now staring into her eyes as she sang.

“And so I cry sometimes, / When I'm lying in bed, / Just to get it all out, / What's in my head.” Glimmer and Bow watched as the pair of singers began to sing with each other, not breaking eye contact even to read the lyrics. “And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.”

“ And so I wake in the morning, / And I step outside, / And I take a deep breath, / and I get real high.” Now both were singing duets, prompting considerable cheer. “And I scream from the top of my lungs, / What's going on!?”

On stage the audience melted away for Adora and Catra.

They were singing to each other, now.

“And I say, hey yeah yeah! / yeahyeah, hey yeah yeah!” They shouted to the sealing, Adora singing low and Catra singing high, harmonizing on each word. “I say hey, / What’s going on!?”

“And I say hey yeah yeah! / yeahyeah, hey yeah yeah!” The empty world began to spin around them and they emphasized every word, their eye contact never breaking. “I say hey, / What’s going on!?”

As the music recording brought in some back up singers for the pair they decided to go all out for this last big part. They threw their arms up and raised their voices, it didn’t matter anymore if they sounded bad to the audience, this wasn’t about them. However, incidentally, they did not sound bad to the audience.

“And I say, hey hey hey hey, / I said hey, what's going on!? / And I say, hey hey hey hey / I said hey, what's going on?”

When they finished the final note, they both leaned into each other, connecting at the forehead, the mic between them as they sang in harmony.

By this point the only lyrics on the projection were ‘ooh’s again, and the lightness of the lyric became a soothing sound for the audience.

Glimmer and Bow watch and smile at their friends' affection. Glimmer rested her head on Bow's shoulder and he pulled her in to rest his head on the top of hers. They listened in a state of contentment as the song began to wind down.

As the other instruments faded out of the music, only the acoustic guitar remained.

“ Twenty-five years, / And my life is still, / Trying to get up that great big hill of hope,” Adora picked up the final verse, content to just have Catra’s blue and yellow eyes this close to her’s, “For a destination”

Adora held the final note for a moment, then the song ended and the audience cheered to the two singers.

The audience clapped and watched as the two still maintained eye contact. They whispered to each other just out of reach for the mic to pick up, but they looked whatever they were talking about, they smiled and at each other.

Then, the first of many exciting moments had that night, Adora pulled Catra in around the waist and kissed right on stage.

The Cheers of the audience erupted with a few ooh’s thrown in for spice.

At their table, closest to the bar, Double Trouble was sniffing back tears. The hand of the bartender came to them, offering a handkerchief.

“Thank you Allen,” The Changeling sniffed, “You were recording that right?”

“Uhh, yeah boss.” said Allen.

Double Trouble sniffled once more ab began to dab at their eyes, careful not to smudge their makeup. “Excellent.”

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(I envition the Trouble Trove to be similar to vid related

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rew5i1gfyoc)

(After this

Bow sang ‘Kiss from a Rose by Seal’,

Glimmer sang Cherry Bomb,

Perfuma sang Lose Yourself,

Mermista sang Killing in the name of,

Seahawk sang Juke Box Hero,

Scorpia made them weep with Somewhere over the Rainbow,

Double Trouble got in on it with People Like Us,

And Adora finished off the night with Don’t Stop Believing, as is Karaoke law)

Thanks For Reading

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mxsmwndr · 4 years

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Somebody New

Pairing: Modern!Newt x Reader

Summary: Newt really really loves you, that's obvious. You like him a lot too, which isn't as obvious, but nonetheless true. You're just not sure if a relationship is what you want right now. Hurting Newt is the last thing you want to do to him, but you may not have a choice today.

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name, (h/l) is hair length, (h/c) is hair color, (G/n) is Guardian/Parent name

Warnings: Angst?

A/N: As requested by @scribblestarsonthecuffsofurjeans . Enjoy!! I used the title from this song, just because it kinda reminded me of it. Once again, bold shows texting back and forth

Disclaimer: I dont own you or Newt or any other TMR characters! Plot is a request!!

Newt laughed with Thomas, slightly leaning into his friend for support. Thomas laughed along, and lazily helped Newt walk.

You gave the duo a funny look, and lightly shut your locker. Walking up to them with your eyebrows furrowed, you asked,

"What's so funny?" You asked, gaining their attention.

"N-nothing." Thomas tried to say between his laughs. Needless to say, he epically failed.

Once again, you furrowed your eyebrows at the two, but let it go with a small giggle. Laughter was contagious. Especially Newt's.

Wait, what?

"Oh, luv!" Newt said to you, suddenly forgetting Thomas's joke. "I've been meaning to ask you about the dance coming up. Would you--"

"(Y/n)!" Teresa's shout echoed through the near-empty hallways. You sent Newt an apologetic look and turned to look at her. Brenda was hot on her heels.

"Mind if we steal her for a sec? Thanks!" She said, her hands resting on your shoulders, not bothering to wait for an answer. She hardly looked at Newt and Thomas before taking you away. So naturally, she hadn't noticed Thomas glaring in her direction.

Newt looked over to Thomas nervously, disappointment written across his face. He sighed and walked away with his head low. However, it didn't look nearly as pathetic as it sounded. Thomas took a few seconds to realize what just happened, but when he did he immeaditely ran over to Newt.

"Wait!" He called. Newt turned to look at his friend,

"Yes?"

"Uh..." Thomas had to think of something quick. He hadn't expected Newt to actually stop. "Do you wanna hang out with Me and Minho tonight?" Nice save! He told himself.

Newt gave him a small smile, which Thomas hoped wasn't forced.

"Maybe," Newt said. "I got homework." He tried.

"It's Friday!" Thomas cheered, ignoring Newt's change of mood. He knew why, everyone did. Newt was deep in love.

With you.

Really, it was quite obvious--the stolen glances, the lovey-dovey sighs, his love for love songs... need I go on? Newt was madly in love, but anyone who saw it would think it's prerry one-sided.

Yet it wasn't.

You tried not to give Newt any hints that you feel the same towards him because you didn't want to hurt him. Newt just took it as 'uninterested' instead.

You weren't, though. You really like him, but you recently got out of a pretty toxic relationship with your ex--which goes unbeknownst to your friends. They (especially Newt) wanted you to break up with you ex (before they became your ex), pointing out that everything they do isn't what a significant other should be doing, but you just took it as them being overprotective friends.

But one day your significant other accidentally slapped you, and you decided to be done for good.

You broke up with them immediately, and left their house. You never thought to turn back and watch their reaction, because knowing them, they probably just shrugged to themself and called a side chick for comfort they didn't need.

Sure, it still hurt you, but it that's how any other person would feel. Even then, your joy outweighed the sadness; you were finally free!

But unfortunately single.

You had honestly never noticed the way Newt stared at you.

Well, okay. 'Honestly' makes it a lie. But you always thought it was a platonic kind of thing. Or that he was worried about your wellbeing (which he is). Never on your life would you have imagined that a cute little blond British boy would be madly in love with you.

And Newt would be lying if he didn't say the same.

He didn't know what it was; maybe because your beautiful (h/l), (h/c) hair never fails to catch his eye when it glistens in the sunlight. Or your very loud (but very adorable) laugh that made everyone around you laugh as well. Maybe it was how you'd mumble sassy remarks under your breath instead. You'd never get caught--even if Newt blew your cover for laughing and got himself in trouble. He also loved your late night conversations about the universe, life, and fate, as well as the secret love you two shared for Disney and Captain America--whatever the reason, Newt loved you dearly, and constantly worried about your life, and tried to make everything perfect for you; how are you? How is school? Is (G/n) giving you a hard time about your grades again? Are your friends okay? Are any of the stupid people in school bothering you? The list never seems to end.

He worried about anything and everything, but he'd never let you know it. Like I said before, he was afraid you'd leave him. He'd be lost without you, and you him.

And your friends were getting sick of it.

"I don't know, man." Newt said to Minho, who just offered Newt to 'step it up' to you. "She just... took off. Maybe she doesn't like me." He said. The sorrowful look from before was back, and it did not seem to be going away any time soon.

"Why don't you just tell her?" Thomas asked suddenly.

It took his friends by surprise. Both Newt and Minho whipped their heads in his direction. Newt with his golden eyes and rosy lips wide like the sun, and Minho with his sly smirk that put the Grinch to shame.

"What?!" Newt asked. He was nudged by Minho teasingly,

"Yeah, Newt." Minho mocked. "Tell 'er how you feel."

Newt sent him a pouty look, as I to say 'are you for real?'. "No way!" He said with a shake of his head. "I'm not that shucked."

Minho raised his eyebrows and bit his tounge to stop the snarky comments from escaping his lips.

Thomas, on the other hand, didn't care. "C'mon man, just do it! It works, trust me!" Newt offered.

Newt looked at him cautiously, "How? Because Teresa broke up with you?"

Newt got him there. "Well, no, but..."

"But (Y/n) will love it, and you love her, so..." Minho interrupted. Thomas sent him a grateful look. "Do it." Minho concluded.

Newt sighed and fixed his backpack, "I... I just don't know. Maybe she doesn't like me. Maybe she..."

"Newt, stop." Thomas said. Minho was stunned at how stern Thomas sounded, but Newt wasn't for some reason.

He was more annoyed than anything.

"No, Tommy," Newt said. His accent thickened with each word he said. "She avoids me. You know that? She doesn't catch me staring like she used to. She has dark bags under her eyes--"

"You don't cause dark bags." Minho interrupted. "Sorry to ruin your pity party, but she still likes you. Just think about it... her ex. Do you remember why we didn't like them?"

Newt nodded his head, and mumbled a "Yeah."

"Good. Why don't you get Sonya to talk to her? Or ask Brenda what's up."

Newt shrugged again, and did as his friends advised.

"I don't know, Newt." Sonya said from the other line. She sounded helpless. Newt hated doing this to her, but he needed to know what he was doing wrong.

"Can you just ask?" He asked. Sonya made a helpless grunt, but decided to stick with it.

"I'll see what I can do." She said. "Bye."

"Bye." Newt said, pushing the red 'end call' button on his phone. He searched his contacts, and found Brenda. He decided to call her, too.

"What's up?" Brenda asked. She sounded bored. More than normal, at least.

"Does (Y/n) actually like me?" Newt asked. He sounded heartbroken, but Brenda knew he could stay strong.

Brenda sighed heavily, "I honestly don't know." She said. "I-I think she does, but she seems to block out every opportunity you get. Sorry, dude." She said.

Newt pressed his lips together, and his tounge against the roof of his mouth--something he learned that keeps you from crying. He tightly squeezed his eyes, but opened them before speaking again.

"S'okay." He responded.

But Brenda knew it wasn't. She could smell the lie from miles away. And it's not that Newt isn't a good liar because he is, it's that he has been hiding his feelings for so long that Brenda has become used to it.

Brenda thought about saying "I know you aren't," but she knew that wouldn't help anything.

Or would it?

"You don't sound like it," Brenda mumbled before she could stop herself.

Newt's forced laugh came from the other end of the phone, "You're right. But I will be... soon." He said.

Brenda's heart slowly broke at Newt's sadness.

She wished that she could figure you out just as much as Newt. If not more.

Your phone buzzed. You looked down to your phone to find that omeone texted you. U ok? A text from Brenda read.

You responded with an immediate Yea

But added: Why?

You furrowed your eyebrows, but moved your attention back to your math homework.

Well, you tried at least.

Do you hate newt? She asked. You were surprised by this question.

Did you hate Newt? No. No way would you ever, but...

No. You didn't love him nor did you hate him.

You just... you typed in 'why' instead.

Bc you never talk anymore Brenda responded.

Not gonna lie and all, this conversation was starting to feel like a punch in the gut to you.

So? You responded. You knew it made you sound like a shank, but you didn't really know how to respond.

Sure, you liked Newt. A lot, actually, but is he worth it? Isn't it just easier to stay guarded and keep it at that? After all, the only person you really have to take care of is yourself.

Right?

Then again, Newt is Newt. He'd never try to hurt you, no matter what happens.

Why do I have to make this decision? You wondered to yourself.

So he likes u

I know You totally were sounding like a shuck-face, but what could you do?

Do u like him

Do you like him? You used to, but do you still? Maybe...

Or are you trying to convince yourself that you don't, instead? That wouldn't surprise you, especially after the nasty breakup with your ex--you've started to learn how to cover up your feelings.

Sure You responded. Who doesn't?

When in doubt, play dumb.

Just not too dumb.

It seems like u dont

Well that was like a stake to the heart.

What?

I dunno but hes upset

Why?

Cause he thinks u dont like him

You paused for a moment, before exiting the chat. You pulled up your speed dial, and decided to call Newt.

"Hello?" He asked. His voice sounded groggy and worn to you. It saddened you to think about him being like this.

Especially if it was because of you.

"Hey," You said. "Are you alright?"

Don't lie to me. Don't lie to me. Don't lie to me. Don't lie--

"Fine."

Shuck no.

"I know you're not," You began. Newt started talking before you could, though.

"Do you? Why? Because Brenda told you?"

You were surprised by his sudden outburst. It actually kind of scared you.

"What?" You asked.

"Whatever, (Y/n). I-I'm sorry. I just... what's going on with us?"

You forced a small smile. And a chuckle. "I don't know--"

"Actually--sorry to interrupted, but--have you been avoiding me?"

Well this is new.

Not.

"Um... no. I..." you sighed. Sometimes, the truth is the best way to go. "I haven't been avoiding you. I... I just broke up with my ex--I know, but I lied--and it's been rough. They... they moved on fairly quickly, but I still haven't... I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Newt responded. He was much calmer now.

"But it's not. I like you, I really do, but--"

"I get it, you're not ready. That's fine, (Y/n). It's... it's a lot better than thinking you're sick of me."

"Oh, I'd never!" You said. "But I lied, and--"

"Relax," Newt said. "I probably would have done the same thing. Do you want to come over?" He asked.

You thought about it for a moment, would you like to come over?

Yes.

"Yeah, I'd love that."

"I'll get the ice cream, you get the chick-flicks?" Newt said with a chuckle.

You giggled. "Sure. See ya in 10!"

"See ya in 10, (Y/n)." Newt responded.

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snippet from Book 1, Chapter 1: I Met Her in a Dream or Something

🍵OOF I hate to barge in on my sister’s blog after JUST establishing their blog as THEIRS and everyone else’s too as separate entities (cuz I mean, they all deserved that for the longest time) but this’s been pokin at me to finally put some pieces of the Bloodborne narrative up somewhere and I thought it’d be more fitting here

(btw, unlike the Goddess Gang narrative (“the current/finalized narrative”) Lila started out as nonbinary as well in Yharnam instead of full on trans at first so. that’s why some of this sounds a bit off)

This is the end, the hunter thought to themself, laid on their back and dying. To their left and right their ragtag allies looked on forlorn. At their side a strange woman cried on their chest. And above all, the Blood Moon raged on. They caressed her face and tossed her hair, “If this really is a nightmare, then you’re the dream I don’t want to wake up from.” They closed their eyes, feeling it all fade away…

“EVELYN!”

Then pain struck their core, sharp, just like… bleeding? Father? What the-?

“EVELYN! EVELYN CHESHIRE WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!”

Evelyn woke up to being smacked in the stomach by their father. Unable to breathe, they slapped his arms away as well as they could. “WHAT WHAT WHAT?!”

Their father’s slaps subsided but the anger did not. “You’d better get up RIGHT now, or - Giuro sulla forza di ODEON - you will be in a WORLD of pain!”

Evelyn was still rather dazed from the dream (and probably also the suffocation) but when their father finally came into view, they realized he was head to toe in full Church hunter garb, the whole nine yards, they could even see the white sash peeking out from behind his towering figure. Oh, that’s right. “… The Hunt is tonight.” Evelyn yawned, only to receive another smack on the arm.

“THE BLOODY HUNT ISN’T THE ONLY THING, DIMWIT! THE GRADUATION, OR SHOULD I SAY, WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR GRADUATION, IS WITHIN THE HOUR AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN OUT OF BED!”

Their father didn’t go for another strike but Evelyn flinched at this as well. Oh yeah… the graduation. The third class had finally completed their training and a party was being held for their commencement before they were to be unleashed into the night on their own… that is, Evelyn’s third class. This was the third time they failed and were declared unprepared for the Hunt and still, their parents dragged them to every commencement party.

Evelyn rubbed their eyes and tousled their dark mop. “Alright, alright I’ll get up-.”

“I don’t even think there’s TIME for you to get up and get ready! I only ask for SO little-!”

Evelyn rolled their eyes, prepared for another verbal berating, when their mother stepped into view. She placed her hand on their father’s arm, pushing his puffed-up shoulders down. “Why don’t you gather your things, dear, and step outside? It’s rather nice out today.” She then guided him towards the door that Evelyn didn’t even notice was pre-slammed open (most likely courtesy of their father). “I’ll prepare him.”

He groaned, walking out the door and muttered, “Can’t be having her take care of you forever, boy…”

She closed the door behind him and shuffled to Evelyn’s bedside, plopping down and reaching to comb her fingers through their hair. “Come on now, dear, it’s time to wake up.”

But Evelyn just shoved her hand aside. “Why does HE get to act like that?! And he calls ME ‘ferino!’ And why do you just let him-?!”

She silenced them with a sleight of hand to the lips. “Shhhh, easy. He isn’t here now. Breathe. Let’s just get ready.” Evelyn breathed in and out through puffed cheeks, allowing her a moment to ruffle their hair. They couldn’t help the smile that pulled at their mouth and stepped out of bed. “Now that’s my boy!” With the same stealth as before she reached for a tiny ornate bottle.

The smile was gone and Evelyn gagged and shoved the bottle away. “Mammaaaa! Please no, you know I hate the perfu-MAMMA!”

She persisted, skillfully keeping oncoming hands from spilling the perfume, “C’mon, Evelyn, you don’t have time to bathe and we have to go!” Evelyn eventually just scrunched up their face and let her douse them with the foul potion. Then she reached for Evelyn’s garb from the coat hanger and handed it to them, her white robes a stark contrast to Evelyn’s own attire. They quickly pulled on the uniform and, to their discontent, their mother patted it down and straightened it out the rest of the way. “And remember, be on your best behavior today. Make me proud.” She kissed them on the cheek and made her way outside. Evelyn grunted, ruffled their uniform to desired messiness, and followed their mother out the door.

---

The walk to the Cathedral wasn’t any different today than previous days; the Yharnamite civilians bowed their heads to them as they passed, an endless sea of “Good morning, blessed doctor!” and “Bless you, high hunter!” Some were even cheering and shouting “Praise the Old Blood!”

Fools, Evelyn thought to themself, it’s “fear the old blood” you IGNORANT FOOLS. Evelyn may have been trained as a hunter (Oedon curse the shackles of the male bloodline - and bloody men in general) but from the moment they could read, they loved sitting by the fireplace with their mother, the comfort of the flames and their mother’s presence illuminating the pages in the study. But when they would tell their peers, they just laughed at them, mocking “Guess you’ll always be sitting in a woman’s lap!” Evelyn just came to accept that no one would ever understand. No one.

But they wouldn’t let that stop them from being the best for their mother; no matter how angry they got or how much their father hit them, their mother deserved everything in their eyes. And, despite Evelyn’s dread of Church-organized events like these, today would be no different than any other day. So they smiled and nodded to each citizen.

The Grand Cathedral stood tall and symbolic of the corruption of this damn town as ever - well, at least in Evelyn’s eyes. The statues carved into figures in prayer and suffering dotted the inside, an odd contrast to the jovial crowd bustling within. Clergy hollered hearty greetings to their friends across the halls. It was a day for celebration, and seeing people enjoy themselves at least lifted the mood a little for Evelyn.

“And there she is, the apple of my eye!” Evelyn heard their father call to their mother. They followed her to his side, but Evelyn refused to look up at him. However, someone in the group of people he was talking to caught Evelyn’s eye; he was dressed in a strange getup that Evelyn had never seen before. In fact, Evelyn couldn’t figure him out for the life of them. He was dressed up a bit, more like the doctors present, though his outfit was more on the dark side, like the hunters. Nevertheless he was messy and ridden with bedhead, which scored him some points in their book. His eyes were even sunken into his face as if he’d been stuck in a library for weeks and his face never left the pages. Evelyn chuckled a little at the thought of a man so eaten up by pages that the pages started eating him back, but in doing so they realized the strange suit was looking right back at them, just as puzzled.

Oh… Evelyn averted their eyes and floundered, somewhat grateful when their father hit them over the head and ushered them into the conversation, “And this is my goofball son, Evelyn! Evelyn, this,” Evelyn looked up and saw he was pointing to - goddammit - the man Evelyn was basically laughing at, “Is Dean Cosmin, head of the School of Mensis.”

Evelyn lit up at that a bit, but the confusion still did not clear; they had read from their mother’s books of the mysterious studies and rituals of the School of Mensis - and even conspiracies of some political hand they had in the Church - but this grungy rando was supposed to be the leader of Mensis? Pfft, the school must be in dire straights right now then, they thought.

Micolash, on the other hand, was interested in Evelyn rather than put off. “This is the young sir who will be making his debut a few years late, yes?” He leaned in and clasped their hand in both of his. “Well then, young man, I do hope you enjoy your last few years of boyhood and make them last.”

Evelyn was about to just play according to the script, but then a sudden rebellious streak struck them. With the widest grin on their face, they squeezed Micolash’s hand and then - loud enough for their father to hear - replied, “I may only have a few years left of boyhood, but when I debut, I refuse to become a man.”

The group was suddenly quiet for a moment - appalled to say the best - but then Evelyn’s father laughed loud and distracting enough that Micolash was able to duck and whisper, “If you really are a friend of Mrs. King, then might I invite you onto the balcony over some wine before the night is over?”

In the heat of the moment, Evelyn was just going to slap him right in the face for getting so close, but then his words settled in their ear and Evelyn nodded in understanding. When Micolash withdrew, their father was done with the distraction and everyone seemed to be going their separate ways. That also included the Dean himself who was already off talking to higher ups like Evelyn’s past teachers (they supposed even a dying institution still needs to save face). And Evelyn didn’t want to talk to their father’s friends anymore than those arsefaces wanted to talk to them, so they just caught up to their mother and followed her around with other mothers of graduates for a bit. Spending the day with the ladies of the event was at least more palpable for Evelyn.

Eventually, as the sun began going down, Evelyn caught Micolash out of the corner of their eye leaving for a balcony, so they quickly excused themself from the conversation and headed to meet the Dean. As they rushed they found themself tangled and tripping over the sash of someone else who was passing by. The fumble caught the attention of surrounding passerby, drawing laughter and pointing fingers, and Evelyn’s cheeks flushed, frustrated, but nevertheless they marched onwards.

Evelyn cleared their throat to catch his attention, but Micolash just sloshed the contents of his glass. “Well, you seem chipper.” He took a sip and finally turned back to the young hunter. “Excited as could be to see a simple man like me.”

Evelyn didn’t know why, but his smile just felt mocking, so they parked themself against the nearest pillar and slouched. “Don’t flatter yourself,” They remarked, before tacking on a double entendre, “And don’t make me regret coming out here-.”

But Micolash caught on. “Today? Yeah, I had a feeling.” Evelyn dropped their arms in surprise. “It’s not everyday you meet a student who’s failed three times and still shows up to graduation.”

“Dammit, pops.” Evelyn murmured. They dropped their head, kicked themself off the stone, and sighed, “It’s not like I came on my own, my parents dragged me here.” They leaned on the guard rail beside the scholar and gazed at the horizon. “But I know there’s a world beyond this city and I just wish I could see it, even if only for a moment…”

Micolash chucked a bit at that, “Some secrets of this world and beyond are best left untouched. You do good to remember that.”

Evelyn growled in disagreement and dug their head into their shoulders. Then they realized something. “Hey, do you want some blood? I could easily get you some of the finest-.”

But Micolash halted them with a raised palm. “No no, I’m fine. I don’t like blood.” Evelyn stared at him like he had just sprouted five eyes on his forehead and Micolash laughed. “I know, it’s not common around Central Yharnam but… us of the School don’t have as much of a… crutch for blood.”

Evelyn clicked their tongue and shook their head, “Suit yourself.”

Micolash laughed softly at them and leaned over the rail himself. “Well, you came to talk to me for a reason, so I’m guessing my assumptions about you were right.” Evelyn didn’t know it, but they smirked proudly at that. But the next question took them off guard. “So, what are your pronouns?”

Evelyn’s eyes lit up at that, sudden butterflies in their stomach. Finally, something that would make getting out of bed today worth it. “Oh, that! My pronouns… I like to be called… uh.” They curled up a bit and scratched their head. “Oh, sorry, I don’t get asked this every day… or ever for that matter.” But Micolash just gave them an encouraging look so finally, they straightened out and took a deep breath, “I go by ‘they-them'… BUT! But I still go by ‘Evelyn,’ if that makes it easy for you.”

To Evelyn’s surprise, Micolash looked pleased with the answer, “Absolutely, that’s perfectly fine with me as long as you’re comfortable with it.”

Evelyn patted their own neck. “Heh, yeah…” They awkwardly trailed off.

But Micolash picked up with ease. “So you’ve really never told anyone else?”

Evelyn just winced at that. “Told…” They knew that they should just lie and say their life was great, but something about Micolash’s wisdom just swayed them otherwise. “Yeah, I’ve told some people but-.”

“It didn’t go so well?”

That… would only describe so little of it. Evelyn just nodded, mouth clamped and looking away. Well, this dampened the mood.

So they jumped a little when Micolash patted them on the shoulder. “Well I think you’ll make a fine adult, Evelyn, no matter what path you choose. Neither boy nor girl.“ Then, pulling away and smiling, “As so have I.”

That was a (slightly surprising, as the dean didn’t correct them on his own preferences, but still) kind sentiment, but - reflecting on more past events in their mind - Evelyn tried to control their voice, “It’s not really my choice…”

But Micolash persisted. “What? Of course it is! You always have a choice. You may get cornered, but you can choose whether to fight or not, and you may go down in the end, but you can choose to go quietly or go out screaming.”

This time when they looked up at him, Evelyn’s smile wasn’t forced. “Heh, kinda sounds nice… to have a choice for once.”

“Listen, people always paint your age as the best time of your life, but the truth is that youth SUCKS! So much change is happening, hell, even your body and brain are growing so fast everyday when you’re young. The growth just never stops and you change with it.” He patted them on the back and softly reassured, “Just give it time.”

Suddenly, a loud uproar came from within the Cathedral. Seeing Micolash’s concern made Evelyn chuckle. “Sounds like they’ve given the fledglings the final blessing.”

But Micolash looked rather downcast by this. “Well then, that means I must be heading off.”

“What? Already?” Evelyn bit back their lip, surprised at how loud they said it. They didn’t want him to go, they just started to get a good rapport.

“I’m sorry, Evelyn, but I really must take my leave. Mensis can’t run itself.” Even Micolash looked bitter about their departure.

So Evelyn stopped feeling sorry for themself, even if only a little, “Thank you for taking time to talk to me. It’s been hell recently…”

Micolash’s smile was as warm as before. “Isn’t life like that for us all?” He made his way to the steps just as a crowd was exiting the Cathedral and just like that, he was swept away.

#long post/#fromBambi #BB narrative #prose #🍵yharnm was the saddest shit but that doesn't mean we'll ever throw this out. it's still touching to remember these days #🍵when these two first met and all.....#🍵also why the fuck did the formatting not transfer over. hhhhhhhhhhhh #prose poetry

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