Dandelions a fanfiction short story by Layla (where_the_fun_begins), all characters belong to me except for Kareem/Red Dagger Based on the song Dandelions by Ruth B. (GIF made by me)
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It would be cliche to say that when he smiled, it was as bright as the sun. It would also be inaccurate. His smile was more beautiful than the sun. When his lips, smooth and thin, curled up into a slight smirk, it was just enough to make her heart burst. Sarab normally didn't find long hair attractive in guys, but this was different. His hair wasn't too long and it was so silky. So perfect. So many times, she wanted to reach out and touch it, but of course, she resisted temptation. That would be for after the wedding. The wedding. She was already thinking about marrying him and they were barely eighteen. Astaghfirullah. But it wasn't just how he looked. It was his heart. How he looked after her brother and got along with her family. How he always asked her how she was doing and opened doors for her. It was almost as if he was too good to be true. To be real. Kareem was his name. That was his one of his two names. It was an Arabic name that meant 'generous.' It fit him perfectly. Just Kareem. It was so 'him.' He was also normal. She wasn't normal. She was far from normal, but he didn't know that. He didn't know that she was born different. That she could shoot stars out of her hands and make portals to different places. He knew her alter persona, but did he really know her? Would he accept her as she was? Because she accepted him for who he was. He was Red Dagger. She knew that. She figured it out awhile ago. He was an admirable hero, fighting crime with only his daggers and his hands. And what was she? A freak. She couldn't even tell her family what she was. How could she possibly tell Kareem? If he hadn't figured it out already. So, in the sun, laying in the grass beside her house, she continued to blow the white tufts of the dandelions surrounding her, wishing on everyone that he would be hers.
