Outsiders Fanart Novels & Stories

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be. Of course, it’s Wyatt Benjamin, the one who singlehandedly perished the hundreds of disguised members of Royal Defense sent by the kingdom of dark magicians months ago. Or at least, that's what they thought it is. Crarene, the kingdom of the above-mentioned creatures, is the first and worst enemy of Oqazia. That is why anyone who contributes a lot in solving or stopping the chaos they are constantly causing earns glory from the people.

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

Legacy players only. Garrett had posted the bar photo. The same dim image from The Third Quarter that I had already seen twice. The caption below it was the kind of caption that existed in the specific territory between plausible deniability and unmistakable intent, the language of someone who had decided the private thread gave him cover. Eleven people had seen it. I scrolled down to Marcus's next message. One of them had screenshotted it to an outside number. I stood in the parking lot in the October cold with my phone in my hand and I thought about outside number and about Garrett sitting somewhere performing normalcy and about the particular shape of something that was no longer building

However, both of them avoided her gaze. I smiled scornfully as I patted her face and said, "If you want them as your parents, you can have them. But remember—I'm allergic to idiots. You'll get more than a slap from me if you dare to show yourself in front of me again."

"Valentina, I'll save the head seat at the table for you this time. As long as you're willing to come back, you'll be the most celebrated daughter in this family." I stared at the screen, finding it nothing short of absurd. "Don't bother. That seat's always been meant for family. An outsider like me who's beneath a rat has no business showing up and being an eyesore." Next, a heavy parcel arrived from Fabio. Inside was the family crest pin, the very one I'd once begged for and never received, the emblem that marked a core member of the Coppola family. The accompanying note merely read, "I'm sorry about everything I did. This should have been yours all along."

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

] The post had just gone up when a new friend request popped up at the top of my phone. I opened it. The profile picture was a girl standing with her back to the camera by the sea. At first, I only thought it looked familiar. Then I noticed the strip of ocean in the upper-right corner of the photo, and realization hit me. That was exactly Simon's profile picture. I used to tease him for being so old-fashioned at such a young age, using a landscape as his avatar. Only now did I understand. It had never been a landscape. It was a cropped corner from Ivy's photo.

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."