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Killer One Moodboard, for the story by JS Christine/XSnickerss on Wattpad.

Usually I theme these by characters, but here's to the shift towards happier times. This one is just all about the good possibilities that the future holds.

I know you have 10,000 story ideas, but I would follow a story following these characters living together, fighting, trying to integrate back into society to some extent, ect.

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Trained One/Rebel One as the rainbow.

Hope this provides some inspiration!

Red - Lacey

Orange - Travis

Yellow - Finn

Green - Annabeth

Blue/Indigo - Benjamin

Purple - Cameron

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“So, Lacey mentioned that you were on some kind of team.” Ben made a shooing motion towards Lacey’s invasive fry as she tried and failed to swipe another into his milkshake. I shrugged with one shoulder, “Yeah, I am on the school paintball team.”

“Paintball?” There was a quirk of amusement in Ben’s voice, and he raised his brows with a smile at Lacey, “You must be a pretty good shot then, hey Travis?”

Lacey sharpened her glare as she hissed, “Ben, don’t.”

Ben blinked, the picture of innocence despite his tone, and I hesitated before answering, “Yeah, best sniper on the team. Allen always tells me it’s the only time that I can sit still.”

“Best sniper on the team.” Ben parroted. Lacey flicked her fry at him, and Ben sputtered, swatting helplessly as it bounced off his cheek and fell on his lap.

A hand clamped onto my shoulder, startling me out of our conversation. I turned in my seat, frowning up at Allen as he glowered down towards Lacey and Ben. “Whoa, hey Allen, what’s up?”

He grabbed my upper arm and pulled. I reluctantly let him drag me out of the booth, and a few steps away. Glancing back, I could see Lacey and Ben were both continuing to pick at their food. Neither were looking at me, but they both still seemed to be aware of us. I could see the tension in Lacey’s shoulders.

Allen gestured towards the booth as he spat, “What the hell, Travis? Every time I see you, you are glued to that phantom’s side. You know that you could have half of the girls at school if you wanted, and instead you are ditching team hangouts to, what? Play “house” with this loner?”

I shoved his hand off me and returned his glare, “Dude, what the fuck? You haven’t even tried to get to know her, what is your problem? Besides, playing Call of Duty at Jordan’s house is hardly what I would call a team activity, so why the hell do you think that you should dictate how I spend time outside of practice?”

There was no point in waiting for his reply, I didn’t care what his answer was anyways. When I turned around, Ben and Lacey were both lingering by the revolving door, and they turned with me when I joined them, the three of us leaving the restaurant in silence, first Ben, then myself, and Lacey behind me. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Allen to catch up. I heard his footsteps coming up behind me, and just as I expected a hand on my shoulder, his steps abruptly stopped. There was a gasp behind me.

Ben had stopped and was staring blankly past me; I followed his gaze to Lacey and Allen. At first, I didn’t see what had happened. Half of Lacey’s body was between Allen and I. He was suddenly pale, and it took me a moment to see the red and black butterfly knife she held against his chest, angled towards his throat ever so slightly.

Allen’s throat bobbed slightly, and I could just barely hear Lacey whisper, “It would be in your best interest to keep your hands off of him in the future.”

“Well, at least you didn’t steal any of Annabeth’s knives when you left.” Ben chimed in casually. I could feel my heart in my own throat as I watched Allen slowly back away from Lacey, slowly raising his palms up defensively.

“I did. I just left it in my locker.”

In her locker?!

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Annabeth and Finn from Rebel One/Trained One <3

I imagine a salt and pepper diamond engagement ring in the future, but we will see. 🥰

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Travis Miller moodboard from xSnickerss Wattpad stories Rebel One/Trained One

Also, we were talking about it, so I accidentally wrote more. I haven't edited this because I am lazy also, I included part 1 of my AU for those who haven't read it.

“Travis? Hey, Travis!”

“Hm?” I slowed the drumming of my hands against the lunchroom table and glanced over at Allen, one of my teammates. His eyes shifted past me and he continued, “Is it just me, or has that creepy new girl been stalking us?”

I rolled my eyes, “Creepy? She’s not creepy,” I glanced around the room until my eyes met hers. She was biting her lower lip with creased brows as she stared directly into my eyes. I gave her a wolfish grin, “She’s hot.”

The girl’s blue eyes bore into mine as she brushed her hair from her face. She wasn’t far from our table, probably close enough to hear us even, but who gives a fuck. The hot girl had transferred here a few weeks ago.

“She can be both.” Allen reminded me, then he leaned forward and whispered to me, “That Lacey girl is silent. She has been here for three weeks and she never speaks to anyone, she wears nothing but black, and she doesn’t make a sound when she walks. Can we get ready for class,” his voice was almost inaudible as he hissed, “before she cuts us down with her scythe and sends us to hell?”

“She’s not the grim reaper.” I reminded him, finally breaking eye contact with the hot girl- no, Lacey. That’s what Allen had called her.

“She could be.” He insisted.

“Ugh, I am so tired of this fucking city. I can’t wait until we graduate so I can get the fuck out of here.” I groaned, and Allen just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, right. Your mom won’t even let you go anywhere for our tournaments. You think that she is magically going to allow you to leave when you graduate?”

I ignored him, eying the fire alarm, “Hey, you want to get out of here?”

Allen followed my gaze and his eyes widened.

I tried not to grin as we followed the pack of students out of the building. Allen was in front of me, and he had finally stopped complaining about my ‘rule breaking’ and ‘issue with authority’. Whatever. I reached the bottom of the stairs, still rolling my eyes at the back of Allen’s head, when something covered my mouth. I could hear my own muffled yelp, but Allen continued walking, completely oblivious as the alarm loudly continued. Behind me, I could feel the soft body of a woman press up against my back, just as I began to wonder if I could just break free, I felt nails scape against my scalp as she grabbed a handful of my hair. I winced as she tugged sharply on my curls as she dragged me underneath the stairs.

She shoved me against the wall, and I grimaced at how cold it was against my face and chest. I still couldn't see her, and I realized that I couldn’t hear her breathing or moving; all I could hear was my own heart, thundering in my chest. It was a familiar rush of adrenaline that I often got during tournaments when our team got to host at our school. I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself down.

“Shhh, shh, shh.” The voice calmly whispered to me in a similar tone that most would whisper to a frightened pet. I glowered at the grey wall in front of my eyes and tried to stop tapping my fingers on my thighs. I gave an experimental lean into her hands, trying to shift away from the wall a bit, but the hand in my hair yanked back even farther and I hissed in pain before relaxing and letting her hold me tightly against the wall. She was still pressed up against me. Her body felt small and lithe, and I tried to stop thinking about it. Think about anything else or this was going to be embarrassing, I willed myself. The doors clicked closed, and there was a beat before her grip slowly loosened, and she stepped back a bit to give me some room to turn around.

“Sorry,” Lacey began, removing herself from my personal space. Too bad, I mused. “I wanted to talk.”

I raised my eyebrows as I looked down at her, “Have you considered just passing me a note in class?”

She pinched her blonde brows together slightly as she pursed her lips, and after a moment she whispered in an almost nervous voice, “Isn’t that against the rules?”

Damn, she was cute. I tried to focus, “Well, yeah,” I shrugged, “but so is kidnapping someone during a fire and murdering them.”

Lacey’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief as she smirked, “I saw you pull the fire alarm.”

“So, you’re not going to deny murdering me?” I could feel myself leaning in towards her as I returned her smirk. Lacey crossed her arms, but her voice was still playful, “Is there a reason that I should murder you?”

I couldn’t help it. My eyes wandered down her body. She was shorter than me, very slight, with blonde straight hair and blue eyes. She moved like water. Fluidly, graceful, and with a confidence that her voice didn’t seem to match.

“I am not going to murder you.” She reassured seriously, and I wondered for a moment if she had realized that I was joking, but she continued before I could reply, “I want to talk to you. After school. When the fire alarm isn’t incessantly screaming. Ditch your accessory.”

“Who, Allen?”

“Sure.” She shrugged, disinterested.

I nodded, more confused than anything else.

“Good.” She nodded, and then turned and left the school, leaving me leaning on the wall underneath the stairs, trying to figure out what had just happened.

I was even more antsy for the rest of the day, Allen had been confused about why I had changed my mind about skipping school, and even moreso when. I declined when he offered me a ride home, but I waved him off.

She was nowhere outside, so I decided that I would wait. Leaning across a bench, I propped my legs up on one side and pulled out my phone. There were a few texts from my mother. One from my step brother, and one from Allen about practice tomorrow. I had answered the first two, when I glanced up over my phone, I jumped- Lacey was sitting on the back of the bench with her legs neatly crossed, just barely perching her feet on the bench not touching me.

She looked down at me, frowning, and shrugged, “How was your day?”

I paused before slowly urging my heart rate back down, “Fine, I guess. How was yours?”

She shrugged and stared into the distance. A few moments passed, and I restlessly jiggled one of my legs on the bench, “so,” I said, “any particular reason for the impromptu chat? Not that I am not enjoying it, just, you know, was a bit of a surprise.”

Lacey chewed on her lower lip for a moment before she looked me in the eyes, “I think we should date.”

What? I stared at her, but she didn't add anything to her statement, which made me throw my hands above my head as I asked, “Date? Do you even know anything about me?”

Lacey, apparently unbothered by my reaction, curved her lips into a smirk and said, “Travis Miller. You were raised locally, moved here with your mother at a young age when she settled down with your step father, you have a younger brother Nate who also attends school here. You joined the school paintball team last year and are considered a natural, and you like to make sure people know that. You spend almost all of your spare time with your team or friends. You are relatively popular and well liked here. You also,” she added, putting a hand on my leg to still it’s jiggling, “make a lot of noise and can never sit still.”

I stared at her, stunned into silence for once, and she raised her brows, tilting her hear curiously, “Did I get anything wrong?”

Snapping out of it, I drummed my hands nervously at my sides, “Oh, uh, well, no. All right. So, do you know everything about everyone? Or just me?”

Lacey's smile grew a bit, and a bit of a chill passed through me. After a moment, she admitted, “I don't really, you know, fit in.”

I raised my eyebrows, and she ignored me, “I’m not very good and making friends and socializing. People skills are not necessarily my thing.”

I could see that. Resisting the urge to be rude, I nodded. She continued, “So, if we are dating, then you can teach me. That way, I will be able to fit in better.”

Carefully, I shifted my legs to get up off of the bench without disturbing her, and I stood. Frowning at her for a moment before I paced back and forth and thinking it out. I balanced my options. On one hand, she was drop dead gorgeous, and it could be fun. On the other hand, she seemed like a crazy stalker.

Hating myself a little bit, I hesitated, “What’s in it for me?”

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Cont. Of my fanfiction for Rebel One/Trained One by xSnickerss/JsChristine

I sat with a hand propping up my face as Lacey danced. She spun gracefully and as silently as ever, giving off the impression of being in her own little world, but I knew better. She was always taking everything in.

Allen and I drove past the dance studio every day on our way to and from school, but I had never been inside. My foot tapped to the music that Lacey was dancing to, and I was fully aware of the dull buzz beside me.

I glanced at Lacey's bag. Her phone was going off again. It had been buzzing a lot today. Especially in the last few minutes. Shaking my head, I tapped on my knees with my fingers, trying to distract myself from the curiosity.

It felt like an eternity before she finished her routine and came over to the bench. I hopped to my feet, bouncing a bit as I stretched. "You're phone has been ringing a lot."

Lacey frowned down at her bag before she picked it up, then she turned to me, "Want to get a bite to eat?"

I pulled the door open, allowing Lacey to walk through first. She stepped through the door, peering outside before she began to walk towards her car. I followed, also peering around. "What are we looking for?"

"Who." Lacey corrected.

"What?! I whipped my head around to face her.

"No, who." Lacey was determinedly looking forward now, and I frowned to myself, "No, I mean, What do you mean we are looking for someone?"

It was getting dark, so I craned my neck around to see if there was someone who I missed earlier, but Lacey rolled her eyes and paused in the middle of the parking lot.

"You know that you can't sneak up on me." She said into the darkness.

A guy my age dressed in a a dark plaid shirt with shaggy brown hair appeared from around a different vehicle, he had both hands in his pockets and he shrugged as he began to approach, "Well, I had to try, didn't I?"

Lacey didn't say anything. She just crossed her arms over her chest and lifted chin defiantly at the newcomer.

He rubbed the back of his head as he said, "Look, why don't we talk about this over dinner? I overheard you were planning on going out for food anyways, right?"

"I am suddenly not very hungry." Lacey scowled. Plaid's expression fell, looking hurt, which immediately melted Lacey's cold expression. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, looking down at her feet, and I stepped up beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Look man, it's been a long day. Maybe some other time."

Plaid's eyebrows lifted incredulously and he turned his gaze to Lacey. She sighed, and glanced between the two of us before reluctantly adding, "Meet us at Gran's Diner."

She turned and walked to our car without looking back at him. I hesitated before following her, nervously tapping my fingers on my thigh the entire way.

After a few minutes in the car, Lacey put a gentle hand on my tapping fingers. There was a burning question on my lips that matched the churning feeling in my gut. "So... Who was that?"

"Ben."

"Right." I could feel my foot start tapping quietly, and Lacey shook he head, releasing my hand again as she refocused on driving. "He is from back home. Don't worry about him."

When we were finally seated in the restaurant, Ben sat across from Lacey and I. His plaid shirt was rolled up to his elbows, making it obvious how defined his muscles were, and I couldn't help but look between the two, wondering about their history.

Lacey was frowning, "How did you even find me? I took the tracker out of my phone."

"You think I only put one in your phone? Besides, you took Annabeth's car. That makes you pretty easy to find."

A smirk tugged at Lacey's lips as Ben whispered, "She is furious. Cam wouldn't let her come out here because he was worried she would shoot you."

Lacey rolled her eyes, "She would have to be able to catch me first."

Ben narrowed his eyes, "I will remind you that it has happened before."

She waved him off, "That was before, when I was dumb and young, and before she had a soft spot for me."

"You know you are the only one who thinks she has a soft spot for you."

Lacey rolled her eyes and dipped a fry in Ben's milkshake. Ben pulled his milkshake away, making a face before he turned to me, "So what are you doing hanging around Lacey?"

I put a hand around the back of Lacey's chair, fully aware of the tapping of my fingers as I said, "She's my girlfriend, actually."

Ben barked out a laugh and tried to hide it with a cough, "I, uh, see. And how is that going?"

I could feel myself begin to still as I narrowed my eyes at him, and I heard Lacey scoff as she admitted, "I am getting the hang of it."

Ben raised his eyebrows with a grin. Clearly not believing her.

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Greek Deity AU

The Casey's are all different Greek Deities.

Inspired by Xsnickerss on Wattpad for Trained One/Rebel One

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"I deal with dudes like that everyday."

Carlos from Trained One by xsnickerss on wattpad.

"Let me know if we are still on for dinner tomorrow night, Annie."