The Arts

FanFiction about Mazzi Maz. and more sex.
Violence as well. ;D


22. Ink'd

Finn’s P O V

Jack has been acting strange lately. He talks to himself more than the usual, as if someone’s actually with him. He has a certain look in his eyes that make you wonder what he’s thinking about. He doesn’t party much or drink; well, not that I know off. He’s calm but in a creepy way, it’s like he’s waiting for the right time to act. I don’t know what’s wrong with Jack but I gotta find out soon.

I made my way to Jack’s room and knocked. Before he opened the door, I heard some shuffling going on. He’s gotta be hiding something, he’s always open with me but now, he’s a bit distant yet close to me. Jack would reply with one word answers but he’ll still talk to me; Jack was never like that. Something isn’t right with him . . . I gotta find out what.

Jack’s P O V

I bought myself a small ledger to plot my ideas on how to make Marceline mine again. I can tell Finn’s been worried about me but he shouldn’t be; I’m A-Okay. He would do something like this too if he lost the girl of his dreams to some fucker!

*knock knock*

Shit, speak of the devil. I can’t let him see this; he’ll ruin my plans just like he ruins everything else.

I hid my ledger under my computer’s desktop but further back, he’ll never check there. By the way, he shouldn’t even be creeping in my room in the first fucking place!

I opened the door halfway.

What do you want? I asked bluntly.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to Nandos” he asked nonchalantly.

 He must’ve heard the shuffling going on in my room, I gotta act like it was nothing important.

Sure cool man, let me just get my coat and we’ll head on out okay? I said casually.

He nodded and jogged downstairs. I grabbed my coat and joined him. He’s acting ‘normal’ all of a sudden. Something isn’t right with him . . . I gotta find out what.

Maz’s P O V

After our shower, we laid in bed talking more about each other’s lives. I never knew how bad Marceline has it. Well, now that she’s in London; her horrible past was left in New York.

My past wasn’t as bad as Marceline’s. I only dealt with bullying and my parent’s divorce.

Her parents never cared for her; she had no one . . . only Matthew. But even with him by her side she felt lonely. She enjoyed school but she would get in many fights that resulted in suspensions and once they got tired of suspending her, her principle decided to expel her.

Luckily she never turned to alcohol or drugs to help he cope with her situations, instead she turned to art. She would leave her house and some days she wouldn’t come back. She even told me what she had gone through just to come to London, it was impressive but sad. She started a new life here but left Matthew behind and that really hurt her a lot. However, leaving him didn’t necessarily hurt her, the fact that he would always laugh at her dreams in life and he would always try to keep her back; affect her a lot. Asshole, I don’t know him but I don’t like him already.

It amazes me that no matter how much this girl has gone through, she’ll still give you a smile. She’ll help you out through thick and thin before she helps herself. She isn’t weak minded like many individuals who decide to live below the influences of society and decide to take drugs or drink. Marceline was smart enough to realize that she deserved better than that so she worked extremely hard to get to where she is now and I respect her for that.

Her strength is my desire.

Her attitude is my type of liking.

Her personality has me head over heels.

Her love is my everything.

This girl . . . is mine.

You’re mine. I said under my breath whilst pulling her close to me.

Marceline’s P O V

We laid on my bed and talked about our pasts. Maz has gone through some horrible things as well. He’s been bullied throughout his school life. He would be bullied by his skin pigmentation; kids can be so mean.

Also, his parents divorced; something I would never understand but could put myself in his shoes. His father was abusive both verbally and physically, towards Maz’s mom. He’d come home late from work, drunk out of his head and would beat his mom senseless. When he was little, Maz would always cry in his closet; just like his mom told him to. She never wanted Maz to witness the violence she’s encountered.

Every day and night, his dad would say awful things to his mother. Things like ‘stupid bitch’, ‘worthless whore’, ‘ugly slut’; shit . . . the list goes on.

No matter what happened between her and her husband; she still made time for her son and I admire her for that.

As Maz grew up, the violence in his household increased. His older brother was too busy hanging out with his buds and didn’t even bother to come home. So Maz witnessed everything . . . every. single. thing.

One night, his father came home really drunk and really angry. He was looking for his ‘wife’ and found her in Maz’s room; they were chatting about his day in school. Maz was 16 at the time and was getting bullied by many kids in his school. He couldn’t take it anymore; he had so much rage inside him that was pulsing to come out.

His father barged in the room and grabbed his mother by her hair and dragged her out into the hallway. She screamed in pain and told Maz to stay in his room.

Maz didn’t listen and charged towards his pathetic father. He punched his dad in the back of his head and knocked him out cold, freeing his mom from the painful hair-pulling. Maz lashed out and couldn’t stop hitting him, his mom dug her nails in his arms; begging him to stop but Maz didn’t listen. It’s not that he didn’t want to; he couldn’t. He blacked everything out and focused on the piece of trash that lay their hands on their angelic mother.

Her mom tried everything, she even hovered over his dad’s body but that still didn’t hold Maz back. He punched any exposed piece of skin that belonged to his ‘father’. Soon enough his mom stood up and ran to call the police.

They arrived rather quickly and walked in on a very angry 16 year old boy, punching some pathetic fuck who laid hands on their mother. Maz was covered in his father’s blood. The police had to Taser him just to calm him down.

His father was taken to jail . . . only for 24 hours. Him and his mom had nowhere to go and didn’t have much of a supporting family around them. They had no choice but to stay where they were and they packed up her ‘husband’s’ shit, so when he would come home he’d get the fuck out of there.

Sadly, his father came home drunk . . . again. But this time, Maz wasn’t home. His mom was alone in her house, cooking dinner for her and her son.

She was alone but not her husband. He brought a girl home; some hooker off the street. He dragged her from the kitchen to the living room. The hooker watched as her ‘husband’ beat her close to death.

Since both the slut and her ‘husband’ were drunk, they laughed at the whole situation. They cared less if she lost nearly half the blood in her body. They cared less if she had a few teeth knocked out and two black and blue eyes. They cared less if she died.

Maz walked in his house, hoping to see dinner ready. Instead he found his father beating his mother up and some slut laughing at the matter. Maz doesn’t hit girls but he pushed her roughly to the floor, catching his father’s attention.

His father moved out of the way, exposing his mother’s bruised face.

He tackled his ‘father’ to the floor and beat the shit out of him again. His mom couldn’t even move, she was losing the battle of living. Maz cried each time his fist make contact with his ‘father’s’ face. He cried for his mom. He cried to the life he lived. He cried to all the bullshit he’s gone through.

He pulled out his phone and shouted at the police to come quick. This time, his father was sentenced to prison for 10-20 years in jail. Not for beating his wife but for selling which complete bullshit if you ask me. If he hadn’t been found with any illegal substances, he’d be freed the next day.

Soon, they moved out and Maz was hired as a model. Through his modeling, many opportunities were offered to him. They saved up enough money to move away from Wolverhampton. As time flew by, his mom moved back to Wolverhampton due to her job. Maz decided to leave the ‘coop’ and moved to London. Everything in his life is peachy now and I’m so happy for him.

I couldn’t help but to cry when he shared his past with me.

It amazes me that he can give you a genuine smile no matter how much he’s gone through. He’s gentle, caring and a very loyal guy. He never tried any drugs but he does drink. It doesn’t bother me; I’m used to having people drink around me. He turned to art, just like me when things got rough. He worked hard to get to where he is.

Maz worked his ass off for the sake of his mother’s safety and I respect him for that.

His strength is my desire.

His attitude is my type of liking.

His personality has me head over heels.

His love is my everything.

This guy . . . is mine.

 “You’re mine” he whispered, pulling me closer to him.

Forever thine

Forever mine

Forever ours . . .

I uttered into his chest.

“That was beautiful, did you write that piece?” he asked.

I lightly chuckled. No, Beethoven did. It was part of a love letter he wrote and those words weren’t of any use to me . . . until now. I rested my head on his chest; hearing his heart beat faster with my words.

“Wow” he breathed

“I never felt this way before” he said.

Me either but there’s a first time for everything.

“Speaking of which, care to explain your tats to me? I’ve studied them earlier today in the morning and well I’m curious as to know the story behind them” he sat up.

Sure, would you like me to stand up and explain or lie down and explain?

“You stay there and I sit up to get a better view” he said.

I nodded and removed my clothing; only to be left with a bra and panties.

I sat up and turned my back to him.

Let’s start with the tree. The tree symbolizes a ‘Family Tree’ and as you may know a ‘Family Tree’ has leaves on it to represent each member. Well, my tree has little to no leaves and the leaves that it does have are dead and no good. I have no family and the little leaves represent lost possibilities of ever having one.

I could sense his eyes sadden with my explanation. He leaned in and left kisses all over my back. I turned to face him and explained the next tattoo for him.

Next is this quote from one of my favorite writers, Sylvia Plath. She was a very suicidal and depressed woman. She ended up killing herself but wrote the most influential poetry. This tat, ‘If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed –Sylvia Plath’; is something that I live by. I don’t expect anything from anybody and least to say; I’m never disappointed. Instead I accept the person’s failures and move on.

“I knew it was a quote you lived by, you express it very well” he grinned.

I chuckled. Now, this is a Rose Compass. It represents the many times I’ve lost myself. I didn’t know who I was or what I wanted in life. I roamed this earth like a mindless zombie, trying my best to figure out who I was but instead . . . I lost myself completely. I was going with what people told me, instead of listening to my inner voice and thoughts. Once I found myself, I decided to get a compass; to remind me that I should never lose myself no matter what.

“Wow that’s really deep Marceline. You’re tattoos aren’t like the rest. Yours actually mean something more than just ink on your skin. They define you, your character, and your past” he took my hands in his.

I nodded. Thanks Maz that means a lot coming from you.

Then there’s the sugar skull on my leg. Since I’m Mexican, we celebrate Day of the Dead/Dia de los Muertos. This day is celebrated on the 1st & 2nd of November to commemorate those who died. The 1st of November is called ‘All Saint’s Day’; it’s the celebration of the children & infants that have died throughout the year. The 2nd of November is called, ‘All Soul’s Day’, and this celebration of all the adults who have died. During this holiday, skulls are vastly represented by masks called sugar skulls. Now, just because it’s skulls that are the main thing of this holiday, it doesn’t mean it signifies death. Yes it expresses death but it also expresses the following: renewal, protection, strength, power, overcoming death, overcoming a rough past, a past life, new ‘you’ or never to revert. To me, it represents all of the above. My renewal: A new life that I chose to live; dreaming of living here and then going for it. My protection: I can defend myself and not feel an inch of regret or pity. Strength: my past obstacles in life made me even stronger both mentally and physically. Power: I am me and I control what I do; no one else. Overcoming Death: The old me died when I was 16; I was weak and pathetic. I died and became the girl I am today. Overcoming a rough past: I always told myself that it’ll get better; that my rough past had nothing on me . . . only memories. A Past Life: the past was the past and it stays there. I only focus on my present and future. New ‘Me’/Never to Revert: I’m not going back to my pathetic and weak state of mind or stability. The new ‘me’ won’t stand for that shit; I won’t go down without a fight.

His jaw slightly dropped when I shared this with him. “I didn’t know you’re Mexican, you don’t look Hispanic. So you can speak Spanish?”

Yes, I’m fluent in Spanish. It’s my first language. Muchos me dicen eso; que no me veo Mexicana.

“That’s really cool and really hot. What did you just say?” he leaned it.

I said, ‘Many people say that; that I don’t look Mexican.

He took another look at my tattoos. “You are really considerate about everything” he muttered.

I nodded. Yes I am, because it’s me. And well, that’s the only tattoos I have so far. What about you, do you have any ink on you?

“Nope, I-” he paused.

Is something wrong?

“We should get matching tattoos!” he yelped.


“Very funny MARCEL! I mean something that represents us, yunno?” he chuckled.

Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

Do you mind getting words tattooed on you or do you prefer a picture of some sort?

“Our love can be represented either way” he smiled.

Forever thine

Forever mine

Forever ours . . . We can have that tattooed. I mean I know it’s from a love letter by Beethoven but it just goes perfectly with our feelings for each other. Forever thine; yours forever, Forever mine; your mine forever and Forever ours: us . . . forever. I mean if you don’t like it that’s cool we can just chan-

He crashed his lips onto my mine. This wasn’t just any kiss; this was the sweetest kisses I’ve ever received from him. This was beyond passionate, beyond the word ‘love’ and beyond my craziest imagination.

“It’s perfect . . .” he whispered over my lips.

Then . . . let’s go get it now. I bounced up.

“Let’s go!” he shouted as we began to get ready.

---At the Tattoo Shop---

Maz’s P O V

“Alright I think I can sketch something up for the two of you” the man said.

 Actually, I was hoping if you would sketch this for us. I interrupted.

He handed the sketch over and I stared at Maz. I find it nice the fact that us being huge fans of art, we get to decide our design.

The design is quite simple really. The font would be classic calligraphy with a bit of shading. It’s gonna be black but its definition has color.

Where are we gonna place it?

“I was thinking our forearm or our on our wrists. What about you?”

Perfect! Let’s get it on our forearms.

“Okay, you get it on your right forearm and I’ll get it on my left” she giggled.

Anything for you. I kissed her lips.

“Ahem, sorry to bother you two love birds but I have your sketches ready” the man grinned.

“Cool, we’ve decided to get it on our forearms” she smiled.

“Perfect, ladies first” he lead Marceline into a booth.

“Wait here, I want it to be a surprise for the two of us!” she smiled.

I smiled and sat down outside their booth.

As the man began tattooing, he began a conversation with her.

“Okay, I’m gonna place the sketch on you and we’ll go from there. By the way, my name is Bruce” the man stated.

“I want the tattoo to be on my left forearm please and it’s nice to meet you Bruce, my name is Marceline. You can call me Marcey, Mars or any other name you desire” she chuckled.

“Alright Mars, I can tell you’re not from here. Hehe, how are things in America?”

“You got that right, I’m from New York. Things are kinda boring over there but that’s just me talking”

They continued talking about their lives until Bruce changed the topic.

“How long have you been together?” the man asked.

I pulled leaned my head closer to the door to hear their conversation. Call me nosey but I could care less.

“Nearly 3-4 days” she chuckled.

“You’re sure you guys are in love with each other?” he asked, I’m sure he raised an eyebrow.

“Yunno, it’s crazy. I never wanted a partner, I thought they’d hold me back from my accomplishments but it turns out that my boyfriend, Maz, is a motivation not a barrier. Maz is so appreciative and so perfect for me. He understands me and he doesn’t judge me. His smile sends shivers throughout my body. His voice takes over my nervous system; it’s crazy what this guy does to me. He treats me right, he respects me and most importantly, he doesn’t want me to change a damn thing about myself. Yunno Bruce, when Maz calls me perfect; I feel like crying. Actually, I do end up crying but I quickly blink the tears away before he sees them. No one has ever said those words to me before. I’d lie if I say random people don’t compliment me, they do but when Maz says it, I can tell he means it. I see the honesty in his eyes and that makes me weak. He doesn’t even try; his words flow out of his perfect lips and into my ears; making my body slowly melt. I cry because when I’m with him, I feel beautiful. I feel wanted. I feel free” her voice began to crack.

“And I know that we were meant for each other. I fell for him even when I refused to believe it. He knows me so well and as cheesy as this sounds, I can’t wait for what the future has in store for us” she smiled but I can tell a few tears escaped her eyes.

Wow, I never knew I had such a huge impact on her. I never knew that’s how felt about me. I mean yeah I knew she loves me but when she goes into detail like that, it’s unbelievable. No one has ever showed so much love to me, believe it or not, not even my mom. She’d be too scared to stand up against my ‘dad’.

“Damn, I wish the two of you the best of luck; which I know you guys don’t need it” he said.

“Thank you Bruce, it’s nice to express myself about him to other people” she giggled.

Bruce then told her about his love life and then I heard him say he was done.

“Do you like it?” he asked her.

“I love it” she whispered.

I moved away from the door and waited for her to come out.

“Maz close your eyes!” she ordered.

Okay!! I said, shutting my eyes.

I heard her footsteps get closer and she guided me to the room and left me and Bruce alone.

Marceline’s P O V

I love my new tattoo! It defines my love for him. I’m his, he’s mine and we are forever each other’s.

“Which forearm would you like the tattoo to be on?” Bruce asked Maz.

“The right one” he replied.

Bruce started the machine and started to tat Maz.

“So tell me, do you really love her? I don’t know you but if you’re playing with her emotions, you’re really fucking up” Bruce somewhat scolded.

I leaned my head closer to the door.

Maz chuckled. “No mate, I’m not playing with her emotions. She’s mine and I’m hers. Her smile makes my day, her voice is like a beautiful melody, she’s a goddess . . . she’s my goddess. Marceline treats me like no one has ever before. The love that I never had, she gives. The time no one has ever given me, she gives. The honest laughter that I never received, she gives. Mate you have no idea the things she gives me. She revives and bring happiness in my life. I never felt anything like this before. Love isn’t even the word when it comes to describing my feelings towards her. For fucks sakes, she’s perfect; fucking perfect! I tell myself every day that I’m lucky to have her in my life; to know that she is mine. I may sound all ‘girly’ and shit for expressing my feelings towards her but I don’t give a fuck. The things she does to me, physically and emotionally, complete me. I love her the way she is and I don’t ever want her to change; only if it’s for the greater good. Marceline isn’t just any girl, she’s the girl of my dreams. She’s my world, my love and my everything” he whispered at the last part.

Fuck, why does he make me weak and strong?!

Tears began to block my vision, why is he so fucking perfect. I can’t believe he’s mine.

“I’m glad you feel the same way about her as she does about you. I can tell you two will be together forever. Yunno, when she talks about you there’s this sparkle in her eyes. You really are the right guy for her, keep it that way” said Bruce.

“I plan to mate, I really plan to” Maz added.

“Well, we are done here; take a look and go show it to your gal” he mimicked.

I moved to a seat, furthest away from the door and pretended I was looking at some stencils.

“Oh Marcey!” Maz shouted.

I turned around and he pulled his out his excitement.

It looks amazing Maz! Thank you so much Bruce!

“Anything for you two crazy kids” chuckled.

Once we paid Bruce, it was dark outside so we decided to go to Nandos.


Dinner was fun; we couldn’t stop looking at our new ink.

We left Nandos and bumped into some of Maz’s friends.

“Aye Maz!” yelled a guy.

“Hey Liam” he waved at Liam.

“And who’s this?” he asked Maz, eyeing me.

Oh hello, my name is Marceline; I’m his girlfriend. I mentioned as I wrapped my arms around Maz.

“It’s nice to meet you Marceline. How come Maz hasn’t mentioned anything about you to me yet?” he asked me.

“I did but your ass is always on tour” he punched Liam’s arm playfully.

Tour? What’s your profession Liam, if you don’t mind me asking?

“You don’t know who I am?” Liam asked a bit hurt.

I shook my head. No, sorry.

“He’s in a band called One Direction” said Maz.

We kept talking about his band; the conversation was going good until one of his bodyguards pulled him away from us. I guess people heard he was nearby so chaos spread on the streets.

Me & Maz left the scene and walked a different route to my flat. We couldn’t stop laughing about the way Liam’s bodyguard carried him away from us. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to hang with us but girls would tear him up. He’s cute and a really cool guy to talk to. I like Liam; I think we’ll grow an awesome friendship.

We ended up walking into a very dark and very silent pathway. I wasn’t scared but we were more alert. Anything can happen and I didn’t want to go back to the hospital; I definitely don’t want to see Maz in the hospital either.

I kept hearing footsteps behind us, it sounded as if they tried to catch up to us but when I turned around, and all I saw was a person’s silhouette. I could tell it was a guy but I couldn’t see their face.

“What’s wrong babe?” Maz asked.

I hear footsteps behind us and when I turned to check who it is and all I see is that silhouette over there? I told Maz as I turned my head to the direction where I saw the silhouette.

“Marceline, there’s nothing there, maybe you’re just paranoid. Nothing bad is going to happen to us babe” he wrapped his arm around my waist and we continued walking.


I was at the park, smoking with a few friends when I heard some familiar voices.

It was Marceline & Maz, the fuck were they doing here? Just by knowing they were here, it sent anger throughout my body.

I wasted no time in making his life miserable. I called a few people to help me with this.

Hey, how’s it going? I have someone that I need you to take care of. Yes, bring all your ‘boys’ and make it to the center park. Both of them are here, just leave the girl alone; I have something special for her. You can do whatever you want to the guy; I could care less. I’ll see you here in a few, I’m by the fountain and don’t worry, your services will be compensated.

I hung up the phone and in a matter of minutes, my friends arrived to cause mayhem.

Payback is a bitch, isn’t it? I said to myself.

I instructed my friends to do certain tasks.

I snuck up behind Marceline & my friends snuck up behind Maz.

Goodnight HAHAHA! I shouted as I knocked Marceline to the floor. Maz was jumped by the guys.

Marceline quickly stood up and got into a fighting stance. Thankfully, it was too dark so she couldn’t see my face. However, I heard she knows how to fight but lucky for me, I came prepared. I took out my Taser and Tased her; knocking her out cold.

Whoops! I mimicked.

I turned to see Maz was on the floor getting the shit beat out of him. I couldn’t help but to feel bad for him.

Keep him with you but don’t kill him yet. I’ll keep her with me. Here’s your money; thanks.

I took her and placed her on the passenger’s seat; this was gonna a big job but definitely worth it.

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