#this is.......... something

**Please note I haven’t played Remy’s route yet so I’m sorry if he’s OOC at all, and also it’s been a hot minute since I played Jett oop**

MC lounges in the pool, watching the way the sky changes as the sun begins to set over the city, painting everything beneath it in beautiful hues of orange and pink.

She hears something- a small snicker- and listens for a moment, but there’s no sound like it that comes again. She tries to shrug it off to refocus on the sunset, on how brilliant the city of love looks just then.

Only, she knows her team. And she knows when one of them is planning something. The feeling is there, in her gut, and a small smile tugs at her lips.

“Alright, come out, I know you’re there!” she calls out, looking over her shoulder.

There’s no one there, but that doesn’t fool her.

When she turns back to the view, she strains her ears until she hears it- the sound of feet slapping across the rooftop, and then nothing as they jump towards the pool.

She moves quick, twisting back around and shoving a large splash of water towards whoever jumped.

“Hey!” a voice calls out, already laughing loudly. The white of his hair sticks against his forehead, the red more vibrant than ever, and he smiles wide. “You weren’t supposed to retaliate!”

She grins.

“Sorry, love,” she says, winking at the use of his own nickname for her, “All’s fair in-”

“Love and war?” another voice finishes, French accent rolling off the tongue in that sweet way. Underneath it, though, she can hear the mischief, and narrows her eyes as she turns around.

“Yeah... what’re you-”

She doesn’t get to finish.

Remy jumps into the water with them, and this time, MC isn’t prepared at all. A wave of water crashes over her, and she splutters, laughing too hard to catch her breath.

“That was so dirty!” she howls, brushing the wet hair from her face.

“It really was, mate,” Jett agrees, spitting water out. “But so’s this!”

Jett rushes forward, towards the both of them, and gets a hand on each of their heads. In a quick move, he pushes both of them beneath the water, and guffaws loudly when MC kicks at him.

He can’t hold them under for long, so he swims away as Remy and MC both resurface. The two share a look- one Jett knows all too well- and he holds his hands up.

“Hey, come on now. All’s fair in love and war, right? Love?” He looks to MC, as if she were his only hope.

She smiles sweetly, and all hopes are dashed away.

“No mercy,” Remy says holding his hand up between him and MC.

“No mercy,” she agrees, clapping her hand to his.

Together, they begin to close in on Jett, and he realizes one thing:

He has officially made the best mistake of his life.

 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂,  bent and crooked in the insidious shape of beckoning hands.  perhaps a rustle of wind could make one reach out and grab.  betwixt the gaps of thin trees,  a soft whistle carries on a cool breeze.  its song slips between decaying leaves,  brittle twigs.  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬,  𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞.  ears prickle     ;     where she’d heard only moments prior the gentle trickle of a nearby creek,  now only the sound of the wind twitching the remaining leaves clinging to thin branches.  this is a place where things come to die,  she thinks.  or perhaps,  a place where that which has died returns from death.