ISN'T YOU || MARCANNE/DARCANNE

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THIRD PERSON POV- THE THRONE ROOM

Anne sighed. She had to put a stop to this.

She clenched a fist, trying to keep her anger at bay, though it didn't work.

Her last shot with Marcy had been taken away, causing the same flashback to rush into her mind every day.

"MARCY! "She screeched, grabbing the ravenette's hand as she shockingly dropped the box.

"Anne, I-" She whispered with a soft voice.

Anne felt Marcy's hand squeeze hers tightly, a small hopeful smile on her face as her hand lay limp on Anne's,  the girl falling to the ground.

Tears strayed in Anne's eyes as she got sucked into the portal.

Anne shook the thought away. She promised herself not to be distracted.

She quickly rubbed two fingers on her temples, clearing her mind before nonchalantly stepping into the throne room.

Marcy was atop of the throne, looking down on her and smirking. "Heart."

Anne rolled her eyes, power walking up the stairs. "I know this isn't you, Marcy."

Marcy blinked before saying, "Well duh, it's Darcy, I don't always have to wear that helmet."

Just seeing this come from Marcy's face hurt.

Darcy's hair was sticking up on edge, as if it were some sort of sign of danger.

They stepped down towards Anne, meeting her on the same stair. "Does that help you?"

Not in the slightest, she thought, trying not to blurt it out.

Instead, her eyes darted from Darcy's eyes to their lips, which she did to Marcy more than she would like to admit.

But this time it felt wrong. It was some wretched form of Marcy.

The green forest eyes she would get lost in were now a painful orange, begging her to look away.

But Marcy's lips looked as soft as they always were.

Without thinking, Anne leaned in with closed eyes, meeting her lips.

That had clearly sent a shock through Darcy, their eyes flickering green, trying to fight it off. 

Through the flickering, she felt Darcy try to pull away, interrupted by Marcy kissing back.

Anne's mind slightly calmed, though she could still feel Darcy somewhat fighting.

Anne pressed deeper, helping Marcy as she smiled against her lips.

Darcy took full control again, quickly stepping away.

"You thought that would help, didn't you?" Darcy chuckled.

Marcy found her way into her body for a few seconds, searching for Darcy's cord.

"It did! Thanks, A-" She cheered before being cut off.

"Marcy!" Anne beamed, hoping for her to win.

Marcy lightly laughed and eyed the cord, stepping all over it and crushing the helmet.

"NO!" Darcy screamed before the orange disappeared, Marcy's hair flowing back to normal.

Marcy stomped one last time to make sure The Core was gone. Soon, Marcy turned around to a shocked Anne.

Anne's eyes sharpened into small black dots after the realization of what she'd done, reaching a hand over her mouth.

Marcy only smiled before running towards her, hugging the girl tightly.

Anne hugged back, pushing away anything that she had accidentally caused within Marcy.

Marcy buried her head into the back of Anne's neck, making her smile.

She slowly lifted her head back up, locking eyes with Anne.

"Thanks." She said, taking Anne's cheek in her hand.

"For what?" Anne asked.

Marcy smiled as Anne raised a brow in confusion.

"You'll see. But first, I need to pay you back." She responded smoothly, bringing their faces nose-to-nose.

Anne blushed, aware of the hint. She put a hand on Marcy's shoulder, her other placed on top of her hand, meeting it on her face.

They both tilted their heads, pressing their lips together into a soft kiss.

Their eyes fluttered shut, peacefully and slowly moving with each other, savoring the moment.

Anne's thumb brushed the back of Marcy's fingers, making her smile and intertwine them together from behind.

Marcy leaned in further, deepening the kiss, lost in Anne's passion.

She wanted to be completely enveloped into her, cutting loose of any thoughts. The only one lingering was Anne and the feel of her lips.

Anne slowly pulled back, dazed.

"Now do you know what I was thanking you for?" Marcy mischievously joked.

Anne nodded, a huge smile on her face, complimented by her small blush.

Marcy blushed at the sight, looking away.

Anne tilted her head, confused. "What's wrong?" She questioned, cupping her cheek.

That only made her blush more, though spreading a grin across her face. "Nothing, I promise. It's just- you're so..."

She twisted her head back to face Anne, slightly spaced out. "Pretty..."

Anne's blush grew. "Uh- uhm-" She cleared her throat, gathering small bits of confidence.

"You are too."

Marcy's focus snapped back to the brunette. "Really?"

"Yeah- unless you didn't want me to say that..." She trailed off, denial ebbing at her.

Marcy giggled. "No, I liked it- thanks." She stuttered, coming closer to Anne and holding their lips together.

They then heard a knock on the door, pulling away quickly as it opened.

Marcy's hand reached to grab Anne's in shock, her other hand wavering over her own lips.

Sasha nodded at Anne with a knowing smile as Anne blushed and signaled for her to go away.

She raised two finger guns. "Did you finally kiss yet?"

"SASHA!?" She yelled, face glowing bright crimson.

"I'll go away if you answer my question." She cooed.

Marcy sighed, amused. "Maybe we did."

"Good job, Boonchuy." Sasha playfully congratulated. Anne's blush faded, replaced with a small smile.

"You too, Wu. As long as I'm invited to the wedding." Sasha joked.

"AH- I-" Anne stuttered.

The door quickly shut behind her.

The two girls turned to each other, faces dyed red, stunned.

(A/N) Am I making too many alternate Marcy/Darcy stories ending with some sort of Marcanne? Definitely.

Will I stop? No.

WORD COUNT: 936