Summary: The tables have turned and Joy mourns at the realization that she might be destined to repeat her worst mistakes. Meanwhile, Nina has a decision to make but finds that fear is a challenging foe. Lucky for them, their best friends are expert meddlers. At last, the spring dance arrives, and perhaps April showers really do bring May flowers.
“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for – king of my heart, body and soul.”
So, this is it! The final chapter! It's been quite a ride. This is the longest story I've ever written and I've enjoyed it so much.
Thank you for all of your love on this story. Your kudos and comments and continued encouragement have really meant a lot and helped me reach the finish line. So thank you to each and every one of you.
I plan on writing an epilogue at some point, hopefully not too far down the line, but I'll keep you posted.
“Oh…” she gasps, and it sends a flood of warmth down his entire body. She blooms before him, and Twilight buries his face further in her neck, finding a sensitive spot just below her ear. He’s almost desperate, urgently trying to communicate what he could never, ever say out loud to her. He catches the scent of roses on her hair, dark and fragrant. But there’s another scent lingering just beneath, almost metallic. One he’s all too familiar with.
Blood.
She smells like blood.
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Pairing: Twilight/Yor Forger
Rating: T
Tags: Undercover Missions, Mutual Pining, First Kiss
The feeling of throwing Lillian into prison was unparalleled. Kara made sure to shut the cell door as hard as she could without breaking it, and the satisfaction of watching Lillian flinch brought joy to her heart. After finding out that she was sentenced to life in prison on Stryker’s Island Penitentiary, Lena got to work commissioning her own prisons for both Lillian and Lex alike. She wanted to make sure that neither of them saw the light of day for as long as she lived. Given her track record, it was needless to say that her adoptive family would never been seen again. She worked day and night and even sacrificed sleep to make sure everything was done and perfected. Within a few weeks time, the prison was installed, and here was Kara, daydreaming about slamming the doors in Lillian’s face over and over again. She wanted to see her flinch one more time.
Author Note: I’ve finally finished a multi chapter!
Months had gone by and Owen was still hopelessly in love. Curt’s smile had driven him mad. Then they got sent to fucking Paris together! He was gonna lose it!
Then they find out their sharing a hotel room! How is he going to hide his unrequited love now?
He’s currently sitting alone on their secluded balcony, the sun is going to start to set soon and would cast the city in a golden glow.
He hears the door behind him open, revealing Curt. Curt’s who’s hair is damp and who isn’t wearing a shirt. God he’s gorgeous.
“You want a drink?” Curt asks as he holds up a bottle of wine.
“You didn’t bring any glasses,” Owen says.
“I was thinking we could share the bottle,” Curt smiles awkwardly “I can get some glasses if you want though.”
Owen feels his face flush “It’s ok, we can share.”
Curt’s smile brightens. Owen isn’t staring at Curt’s chest because he’s not a damn pervert. In all honest he’s studying Curt’s face. The way his eyes fill with pride as he gets the cork out. The way the sunset reflects in his dark hair. The soft smirk on his lips.
“You want to drink first?” Curt questions.
Owen blinks before smiling “You got the bottle open.”
“I did.” Curt agrees before taking the first drink.
Curt hands him the bottle. The white wine is sweeter then he’d usually chose but it isn’t bad. He gives the bottle back. The sun now casting Curt in a golden glow. He looks almost otherworldly.
Curt takes another drink of the wine. They continue until they empty the bottle. They’re both a bit buzzed. The sun has set. The stars twinkle above them.
They just stare up at the stars together. The sounds of the city in the distance. But here it’s still. Then Curt shivers.
“Maybe we should head inside?” Owen suggests.
Curt nods. The hotel room is much warmer then outside.
“I’ll make dinner,” Owen says “You should sit.”
“No no it’s ok,” Curt protests “You made dinner last mission.”
“Curt it’s fine go sit,” Owen insists and for once in his damn life Curt listens to him.
He makes something simple. Their both tired even though Owen is well aware Curt’s much more tired then himself.
Curt puts a shirt on and Owen grabs a blanket and another bottle of wine before they head back to the balcony. The stars seem even brighter.
They share the bottle again. Curt’s weaker alcohol tolerance showing threw. He’s not drunk but Owen would probably describe him as tipsy.
“You want the last drink?” Owen asks him.
“Yes!” Curt smiles “I love you.”
Owen freezes “What?”
Wait what? Did Curt just say that he loved him!
Curt realizes what he said and his face goes bright red as he suddenly runs inside.
“Curt!” Owen goes after him. Were they both idiots? Did Curt really like him back?
Curt almost manages to get to the bathroom before Owen grabs his arm. Not hard enough to hurt but strong enough that Curt couldn’t run and would talk to him.
“I’m sorry,” Curt says not meeting his eyes, “Can we pretend that never happened?”
“Did you mean it?” Owen questions.
Curt’s face goes even redder and in a softer voice then he’s ever heard from Curt he goes “Yes.”
His chest fills with warmth. Curt likes him back!
“Owen I’m sorry,” Curt chokes out “I understand if you want a new par-“
“I love you too,” Owen cuts him off because why would he want anyone else then Curt?
It’s Curt’s turn to freeze at that “What?”
“I love you too.” Owen says again before coming closer to Curt “Can I kiss you?”
Curt’s eyes widen in surprise “Yes.”
Owen presses their lips together. They kiss until they can’t breath anymore and pull apart gasping for breath. Then Curt kisses him back.
The smell that roused Josuke was so heavenly it seemed to reach out and physically tug him from his bed. He was glad that Okuyasu had moved into his grandfather’s room in the weeks since Tomoko killed Mr. Neijimura. It was barely eight and Josuke wouldn’t have wanted to wake Okuyasu, nor lie in bed salivating. He could smell butter and bacon and fried potatoes coming from the kitchen. Josuke went straight for the stove, but froze at the sight of Shinobu Kawajiri at the table with his mother.
“Good morning,” Tomoko said, giving Josuke a quick once over to make sure that he was decent. “You’re up early.”
“Uh-huh,” Josuke said, not sure what was more shocking: that his mother’s Shinobu from work was Mrs. Kawajiri, or the sheer quantity of food spread out before them. Toast with jam and butter, eggs, bacon, ham, cranberry juice, tea, chopped fruit, even fried potatoes though Tomoko hated the smell of them.
“What’s all this for?” Josuke asked as he snagged a slice of toast. He bit into it with gusto, sending butter dripping down his hand.
Tomoko shrugged. “I woke up really early this morning, and I knew Shinobu was coming over, so I thought I might as well cut up some fruit, and then this happened.” She said this airily, as though the table didn’t contain several hours work.
Shinobu was regarding Josuke with her head cocked, trying to place him. Her eyes lit up. “I know you!” She said, “You’re Mr. Pompadour!”
“Mr. Pompadour?” Tomoko smirked, though it seemed like she was teasing Shinobu for coming up with such a lame nickname, rather than Josuke for being saddled with it.
Shinobu blushed a little, but continued, “I’ve seen him walking Hayato home from school before, him and his friend, um,”
Josuke heard a noise behind him, and Okuyasu appeared in the doorway, also drawn by the smell of food.
Shinobu threw her arms out in greeting, “Mr. Slouchy!”
Tomoko burst into laughter, pounding her fist on the table.
Okuyasu looked at Josuke for an explanation, but Josuke just handed him a slice of toast.
“What’s going on?” Okuyasu asked, his mouth full.
“Oh, Tomoko invited me over to talk about what she’s going to do with this house she bought.”
“I thought we were selling it,” Okuyasu said, reaching for a piece of ham.
Tomoko gestured at some papers and scraps of fabric between her and Shinobu’s plates. “We are, but I figured now that it’s back in one piece it’ll need a little sprucing up. Paint, curtains, that sort of thing.”
Josuke paused, his last bite of toast in his mouth. This was the first time he had heard of it. Not that the decsion was that strange, but Josuke found it very interesting that those paint chips and wallpaper samples-Shinobu’s ostensible reason for being here-were all but forgotten under her and Tomoko’s full plates. Plates that were, Josuke just happened to notice, placed right next to each other on the table. Not across from or at the other end of the table, but pushed up right next to each other, close enough to hold hands while you talked.
“You want a plate?” Okuyasu asked, already turning to grab one from the cabinets.
“Sure,” Josuke said, “After breakfast do you want to call Mikata and take him to the beach?”
Okuyasu handed Josuke a plate and sat down at the table. “Why?”
Josuke sat next to him, “He said he wanted to study the ocean a little, you know, for the mothership. I was thinking we could throw him in and see if he dissolves.”
“Josuke,” Tomoko warned.
“I’m kidding,” Josuke said, only half lying. He was pretty sure Mikata wouldn’t dissolve unless he wanted to.
“Not about Mikata, though, right?” Okuyasu asked, fork halfway to his lips. Apparently he wanted this sorted out before he started eating in ernest.
“How about I call him right now,” Josuke said, before putting his plate on the table. He shot his mother an overly bright smile. “If that’s okay. Mikata’s usually up early, so we’d be going soon. And we probably wouldn’t be back for hours.”
Tomoko’s eyes went wide. Having known her his whole life, Josuke knew that was her, ‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’ look.
Josuke looked from her to Shinobu and back again. His grin went from honor school student to kid who totally found that candy you were hiding on top of the fridge.
Tomoko flushed, but said in a perfectly level voice, “Why are you two running off? Sit, eat.”
“They’re busy boys, Tomoko,” Shinobu said, putting a hand on Tomoko’s shoulder. “And it’s not like we’re going to be talking about anything that would interest them.”
“Really?” Josuke said, with an innocent tilt of his hand. “Mom’s pretty interesting. Did she ever tell you about that time in high school when she wore a—“
“Don’t you have an alien to drown?!” Tomoko said, face gone neon pink. Josuke half expected a chain to pop out of her ear that, when pulled, would make ‘my crush is touching me’ flash across her cheeks.
Instead of winding his mother up further, Josuke went into the hall to call Mikata. The house was going to smell like this breakfast for days, but that was alright with Josuke. These things don’t often last. There’s always another catastrophe out there ready to break hearts, but Josuke isn’t too scared of it. He’s gotten pretty good at putting these things back together.
So I’ve been trying to post the last chapter of ‘Twisted Web’ since last night, but fanfiction.net isn’t allowing me to even upload the file. Not sure if it’s this computer, my internet connection, or if it’s the actual site. Or some weird combination of the three.
