The problem is, in a fairytale the prince would kiss the princess and they'd live happily ever after, but on this island of sinners and thrown away things, a prince of thieves kisses a princess of darkness and all it gets him is spiteful words and all it gets her is heartache.

Pretty much everyone is buzzing with news of just how much time Adrien and Marinette have been spending together—but not everyone is exactly happy about it. Alya's thrilled, Nino's ecstatic, and Chloe's more bitter than Gabriel Agreste's morning coffee—but, hey, at least Marinette manages to hold an actual conversation with Adrien. [sequel to Superhero for One Night (of Many)]

( "I'm shocked at you, Adrien Agreste—is this all I am to you, a human shield?" "No! No, not a human shield, more like—like my own personal superhero." ) Rose's birthday party is always one of Marinette's favorite events, but Adrien still doesn't even know what normal kids DO at parties. The one thing he does know? He does NOT want to slow dance with Chloe again.

( Prompt: Could you write a BlackSun story with this prompt? "She was ice cold to the touch, and yet he could feel the burning inferno underneath her fingertips, like an approaching storm." ) After she ran, Sun's been searching for Blake, but reuniting has... not exactly gone as well as he'd hoped.

( Here's to us, here's to love; all the times that we fucked up. Here's to you, raise a glass, 'cause the last few days have kicked my ass. ) A loosely plotted fic following Team STRQ as they to pull themselves together after Raven's departure. Taiyang/Raven, unrequited Qrow/Summer, Taiyang/Summer.

Sun decides to try out reading to fill his time, and his decision may just be inspired by a certain cat faunus he knows to be in the library. With Blake at his side, even if he has a little trouble keeping his focus on the book in his hands, Sun can't help but think maybe reading's not such a bad hobby. BlackSun cuddles.

( Blake hadn't laughed once since the food fight—she wasn't sure she'd laughed this much in her entire life. But that was what Sun did; he learned all the things to say and do that could coax a look, a smile, a laugh out of her—when she let him. Tonight, she'd decided she would let him. ) BlackSun at the dance, leading up to a slightly steamy make-out session on the balcony.

Blake catches herself sketching Sun in her notes during a lecture, and goes back through her notebook to find more and more things that remind her of him, leaving her to wonder just what that means. Kinda actionless piece, just following Blake's thought processes, mostly-introspective BlackSun from Blake's standpoint.