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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Whiskey Pt.2

Synopsis: One where CEO Harry finally visits YN's place and gets a glimpse of her life

PS. Pls read Part 1 of this if you haven't already. <33

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YN did not get the job at Harry's firm as financial advisor but she was hired as head of Accounting. Yes, she was under qualified education wise with just a bachelor's degree, but she was qualified enough with her experience and work ethics from her work at the previous firm.

Harry was over the moon really.

He's also been doing very well lately. Getting over his divorce better than he imagined. Especially since he gets to spend time his family with no one nagging after him.

He was more involved and being a better Best Man for his sister. He was able to spend his free time with his mother as well.

And to his personal liking. He got to see YN more often now. He stays back on work days so he can insist on driving her to her place. It is not easy to do so but he sometimes manages to convince her. That's when she's more tired or not feeling well enough to walk to the tube station.

Like today. He made a stop at the Starbucks drive-thru on the way to her place.

"What are we doing here?" She asked. "Harry, it's half past five. You're gonna get a coffee now?"

"Can get a decaffe." He shrugged, and ordered a simple black coffee for himself and her a hot chocolate.

"Oh you don't have to get me anything." She pointed out. He just waved her off.

"Sorry, I didn't asked earlier." Harry started, placing the drinks in the cup holders as he rolled up his window and drove ahead. "Do you have a few minutes?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it?"

"Ummm... I don't know how to say this." He spoke again as he parked his car in the car park and look at her, "my sister is getting married next weekend."

"Awh! Congratulations to her!" She exclaimed, less squealed.

"Thank you." He smiled sheepishly, "wanted to ask if you would like to join me."

"You're inviting me to your sister's wedding?" YN was surprised.

"Yeah." He sighed as he was trying to not look at her directly with his embarrassed and red face, "as m'plus one. If you don't mind of course." And it hit her.

"As your date?"

"Mhmm." He looked at her finally just to find her looking at her hands on her lap, fiddling with her thumbs. "It's okay if you don't want to, I understand."

"It's not like that, just that I can't leave the kids alone at home." She explained.

"Oh." He realised, "but your parents will be home, wouldn't they?"

"Doesn't really matter, our mum was home when Zara broke her arm that night." YN said, yearning her voice of wanting to take a tiny little break but also being tied down. "Sorry."

"Mhmm, I see." He nodded taking a sip from his coffee. "It's alright."

"Umm, do you want to-" she was interrupted with her phone ringing. It was from her neighbour who so nicely looked after the kids for her.

YN's mum was visiting her sister leaving all the kids back home so YN has been stressed even more. Her neighbour, Maia wanted to tell her that her husband was taking her out so she needs to get back home and get back to hers to get ready. YN have to hurry back home.

"Is everything alright?" Harry asked watching concern take over her features.

"It was my neighbour, she looks after the kids whilst I'm working and Adi is not home. She said, she's going out so I have to go back home." She explained and Harry was already putting his car back on drive.

"Yeah, I'll take y'back right away." He nodded. YN noticed the sulking look on his face he was trying so hard to be subtle with. But she caught on it.

"Earlier, I was saying. Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm sure the kiddos would love to have you there." She suggested and watched him now try his best to not grin like an idiot.

"You sure?" He glanced back and forth between her and the road. He was nervous all of a sudden.

"Mhmm." YN nodded. "It's just going to be pasta for tonight I'm too tired to make anything fancy."

"I don't mind honestly." He shrugged, still trying to contain his excitement.

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It wasn't too long until Harry parked up his car and he was following YN to her flat. It was fairly old building, classic London flat. She decided to take stairs instead of the lift to the fourth floor.

He was already dead on the first floor. He needs to get back to gym, he figured by the time they were on the fourth floor.

"YN, you're back!" A lady at her place exclaimed, who Harry reckoned to be her neighbour. A tall and slim woman with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes. "Who is this?" She asked looking directly at him with surprised look on her face.

"Oh this is Harry Styles, my boss." YN introduce him, "and Harry this is Maia, my neighbour."

"Nice to meet you." Harry shook hands with the red head.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" Maia's tone held teasing undertone towards YN.

"Harry, please take a seat." YN gestured him to the small living of her flat. There were Maths and drawing books thrown on the coffee table.

He got to look around a little whilst YN talked to her friend. There were crayon drawing all over the walls, matching on the books layed on the coffee table. The throw blanket thrown messily on the settee he sat on, mismatched love seats and worn down rug pulled the living room together. A pile of over laundry eating it's basket in between what he through were two bedroom doors which were clothes off. A table cornering two chairs by the wall in front of the coffee table had more books on it.

Now just before he was about to look to the other side of the room, the right bedroom door opened to reveal a sleepy Zara walking out with a blanket tangled around her and her teddy bear, which was surely named Coco he remembered from when she told him about at the hospital. The little girl spared him half a glance before he was clinging to her sister's legs with a bear hug.

"Zozo, you're up!" YN exclaimed and shuffled the hair on top the little girl's head.

"I need to get going now." Maia said to YN. "I'll see you around, Harry." Now just as the red head was about to go out, there was another visitor.

A man, who was around his dad's age, Harry thought. Slight stumble to his steps, as gray hair peaking out of the hat on his hair. A worn down jacket which he shrugged off on the floor and headed straight to the empty settee at the other corner of the room making a demand to YN for something. And one by one all the kids started to come out of their rooms.

Least to say, Harry was surprised to see how many people lived in this tiny flat. Five kids, and he didn't see Adi there yet, and the man who he reckoned was the father.

Now he knew, YN had a lot of siblings. But he thought maybe she had three more siblings. He just didn't except for there to be five out of six to be present there.

All the things were starting to fall in place to Harry then and there.

"Who is he, YN?" The youngest of the boys asked.

"This is my Boss, Harry." YN said, "and Harry, these are my siblings, from left, it's Jerek and Samar the twins, Sid, this is Zara and the littlest one is Roy."

"Hello!" Harry smiled at everyone, "oh Hi there." He cooed watched the smallest of the them all crawl towards him. He looked like the baby from The Incredibles, Jack-Jack. The baby was apparently old enough to stand up griping onto Harry's pants there. He was quick to pull the baby up on his lap. And right then Adi came back and the house was full. Luckily Maia made an exit there.

"Hello, Harry how are ya?" Adi greeted with a welcoming smile on his face.

"Hello mate, I'm doing alright." Harry smiled back, "what about you?"

"School have been kicking my arse, but apart from it I'm doing great!" The boy answered, shrugged off his own jacket.

"Did you all complete your homework?" YN asked the mids, dropping her bag on the chair next to her. And all of their answers were no.

"No." Was all of their answer and Adi was shoving everyone back into their bedroom.

"I'm really sorry about that." YN chuckled sheepishly, taking her youngest brother from him and placing him on the rug so he can play along with his other sister.

"It's alright, I just wasn't expecting this." He smiled hoping to make her feel less tensed. He could see the click in her jaw. "Do you want me to help you?" He offered but also followed her to the kitchen without letting her say a word.

It was more cleaner than the living room. But there are apparently nine people living there, so it's excusable. And there was a pile of dishes in the sink.

"It's okay, it won't take me long." YN tried to make him stay in the living but he wasn't leaving.

"I'm a good chef, I promise." He announced as he shrugged off his blazer and made a trip outside to probably keep it somewhere. "What are we making?"

"Just some spaghetti." YN said, watching him look through the things.

YN makes sure to leave a hand written list of ingredients to be pulled out from the fridge before she leaves, so one of the boys' can take those out before she's back home to cook. And they surprisingly follow through always and arrange things nicely on the counter for her.

One thing YN was happy about her job was that she doesn't have to skimp on groceries as much now. The kids can eat however they like and she doesn't have to portion out the food equally to everyone. This made her feel less guilty about taking on the job which was clearly out of her league— in her own opinion at least.

"Where are the pots?" Harry asked, watching her wash her hands thoroughly first thing.

"Here." YN pulled out a pot to boil the water for pasta in. There were ready made spaghetti sauce on the counter. So Harry helped YN with with making a side of garlic bread, of course after washing his own hands first.

"It's gonna take a lot of time. I just usual toast these on a pan as out toaster is broken, I'll do it." YN explained.

"You have an oven, darling, you don't need a pan for it." Harry pointed out.

"Oh, I- uhh... I don't know how to properly use it. I've burnt a few things in it before." She shared sheepishly earning a soft laugh from him.

"Don't worry I'll teach ya." He assured her and walked her through how to use an oven. "Do you want to make a little salad too?"

"I'll have to see what I have in the fridge." She opened up her fridge to find a few veggies which can be used in a salad. And he took over. "You're a great cook, actually. Sorry for doubting you."

Harry gasped with an obviously fake offence on his face, "how dare you!"

And she just shrugged as she put the spaghetti noodles in boiling water. YN was onto making the pasta whilst Harry was done making his veggie concoction on the side and the bread.

"That smells amazing." He complimented watching YN mix in the pre-made sauce and pasta together.

"Why thank you!"

YN got to washing up the dishes in the sink, it was muscle memory to her but she stopped. She's got a guest over!

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"No, why are you sorry?" He shrugged, "you want me to help you with that too?"

"No, no, no, no! I'll do it myself." She warned him. Harry stood there and watched her go about her work. He couldn't stop the questions running through his mind. She hadn't sat down for even a moment she entered her home, she didn't even change out of her formals.

"Is that your dad?" He asked, glancing at the man who was fast asleep on the sofa.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I'm sorry about that. He's not usually home, I don't know why he came home today."

"Why so?"

"I don't know. He comes home once every week or so." YN replied like he knows everything about her, in fact he knows nothing about her, "he doesn't work if that's what you're going to ask me next. I guess he already ran out of his pension for this month on alcohol."

"You don't have to be sorry about this, okay!" He said firmly, "if you don't mind me asking me more about you? I feel like you know everything about me, but I know nothing about you."

"This is pretty much it." She gave him a pressed lip smile, "I'm the oldest of seven kids and our parents don't care for them so I have to fill in their place. Our mum is always at her sister's place." And it's like they're basically without parents, she wanted to add but left out.

"Is this why you're hesitant to go out with me?" He asked.

He's ready to admit that he's selfish, okay!

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I barely get time for myself let alone make time for someone else. And I've realised it's not fair the hard way. So, I don't want to really lead you on. You've become a great friend of mine. I find it very rare to find friends who are nice."

Now he isn't heartbroken about being called her friend, he believes true love starts with friendship, and he's here for it.

"Why'd you say that, love?" He truly wanted to why.

Mainly because he's never faced rejection in this field. Well, he was in a commited relationship since he was eighteen and not to brag, he always had people throwing themselves at his feet. It was a bit ego crushing to be rejected. But he also found himself that much attracted towards her seeing how she was set to not let her priorities budge even an inch.

She goes out of her way to be a parent to her little siblings and make them happy. He wanted to make her happy. It was not an sudden urge. No, no, he genuinely liked her from even before he knew about her siblings.

"My boyfriend broke up with me, because I moved back in with my parents instead of moving in with him after college." She explained. "Don't feel like wasting anyone's time really. I'm... I'm, I'm happy where I am."

Harry picked on her stuttering. He believed it's not true. Or at least partially not true.

And it wasn't true, partially. YN always wanted a little a family of her own. She does have one but wasn't the same she expected it to be. She wanted to go to college, get a doctorate and be a professor, but it wasn't the same as she expected it.

God, she even got into her dream University but she had to drop it all off at the end.

"Mhmm, I see." He acknowledged what she shared.

To be honest, he had an equally demanding lifestyle as a CEO. It was was also perfect as it would be a slow pace start. He just didn't know why he was so damn attracted to her, it was annoying honestly. In a good way of course.

He understood where she comes from now, really. He felt too guilty to ask her again.

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The dinner was served.

Harry was surprised to see how nifty this family was. They had moved the table by the door over the coffee table in the living room and used the sofa as spare chairs.

They all went about their day and talked about one good thing which happened for them. It was very refreshing for Harry. A good tradition to have. But he saw YN was lost somewhere. Her father even joined out of nowhere.

"YN?" Adi pointed out.

"Hmm?"

"What about you?"

"Oh, one good thing happened for me was..." She squinted her eyes as if she was thinking way too hard, "Harry coming over for dinner with us."

"Took you long enough time, eh?" He rolled his eyes making everyone laugh, including YN. And they all moved onto next person. Even Harry was made a part of this tradition.

"Papa?" Zara turned to her turned.

"Nothing good can happen in my life when I have kids like these." Their father said, mainly pointing at YN who was sat at the head of the table and he was sat at the other head of the table. "Now who is he?" And it took him long enough to notice Harry. "Don't we already have enough people in this house?"

"I'm Harry, nice to meet you sir." Harry smiled but got waved off.

"If you could learn to keep it in your pants!" YN hissed at her father before she took her half eaten plate back to kitchen. Harry felt his heart sink to his stomach, he swore he saw tears in her eyes. But one of the boys followed her to the kitchen, so he didn't make a move. Also, there was a toddler leaning onto him and a baby sat on his lap.

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They lost the track of time and it was already half past ten. Some of the kids were fast asleep. It was just the twins, Adi and YN sat in the living room with Harry. YN's father have seem to left for somewhere.

The twins were asking Harry all shorts of questions, right, left, front and back about business as both of them are very much interested in that topic. But was their school night so Harry promised to answer all their questions next time.

YN insisted on walking him down to his car. It wasn't polite to send him off at her door, she said.

"I'm sorry, the little ones were troubling you a lot." YN started.

"No, I had fun." He chuckled, "it's been so long since I've seen my nieces and nephews. So it's all fine."

"I'm glad." She smiled. They stopped by his car.

"You can take a day off tomorrow, you look very tired." He pointed out.

"Oh, I'm fine." She scoffed jokingly. "Thank you for noticing though. You're welcome anytime over for meal."

"Sure."

Awkward silence fell in between them for what felt like life time.

"Can I hug you before I go?"

"Alright, drive safe Harry."

Harry and YN both said at the same time, just to burst out in fit of laugh on the street.

"Sure!" She agreed and went for it to hig him.

He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug whilst her own were wrapped around his middle. He fought hard to not kiss her hair and cross that thin line. None of them wanted to pull away from the embrace, really.

"You know, I'm so proud of you!" He gave her a squeeze and felt a little nod of her head against his chest.

YN was ready to run up and lock herself up in the bathroom to cry her heart out. No one has told that. He noticed. Taking in a deep breath, she reluctantly pulled away to stand half a step back from him.

"I'm sorry for turning you down earlier. Can't really leave these monsters alone." She shrugged, "don't feel like bothering Maia everytime, you know. Adi had to stay back at his work today, and, and I hardly ever go out anyway. Just- it's just..." Her little explaination was punctuated with a sigh.

Harry had noticed now that they've become good friends at least, she apologises too much. Which he finds endearing but also not good at the same time. She doesn't need to apologise for things which are out of her control.

"I get it, darling, don't worry about it." He smiled. "And yes, I'll drive home safe." He interrupted her even before she could say anything and got into his car, waited until she was safely back in her building before he drove off.

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It was Thursday evening, Harry was meeting up his family for dinner. It was just before Gemma leaves for her bachelorette party.

Now, his family was very supportive of him throughout what he was going through. He sold his mantion, so his mum let him crash at hers before he found a different much and a smaller place just for him. Gemma was a great help for him.

Gemma was the first one arrive, as always.

Harry was so happy to see her because the next time he'll be seeing his sister would be when she's finally a bride. They sat down and ordered drinks to wait for their mum who was five minutes away.

His happi did not last much longer though. He saw YN all dolled up and going to the upper level of the restaurant, with a man. A pretty dress, he's hardly ever seen her in one, her hair styled perfectly in a braid, all in all she looked stunning.

But it broke his heart to see her with someone else. Maybe she's on a date?

No, because he saw two other girls following her. But she said she hardly ever goes out to him that night when he asked to be his date at his sister's wedding. If she didn't wanted to go, she should have told him straight up to his face, not lie about not ever going out, even with her friends.

Well, now who is he to decide when or if she can go out with her friends or not.

He was just upset she wasn't giving him a chance.

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YN was having a chill evening at home. The kids were surprisingly behaving well today. They were quietly doing their homework, they even helped her around the house today, which doesn't happen that often.

Well, it all started to fall into place when her former colleagues barged into her flat and took her out. Apparently, Adi and Maia set this all up seeing her sulking around for a reason they don't know.

Well, the reason was turning down Harry, her boss, who asked her to be his date at his sister's wedding.

It was her inner turmoil eating at her. He's her boss now, but it was inevitable to deny her feelings for him which have only grown since she have met him.

Her new colleague already look down on her, especially seeing her and Harry being such good friends. It is hard enough to work at the place knowing people think she got the job just because she's friends with the CEO or worse, that she's sleeping with the CEO. It doesn't take that long for gossip to circulate around the office.

But she can think about it when she's in bed instead of going to sleep tonight.

"YN, come on!" Jamila whined like a toddler trying to convince her to go out with them.

"Yes, YN!" Even Zara jumped on her from back as she was sat on her bed, "I'll help you pick a dress!" With that the girl jumped off and dragged her sister to the closet. "This one!" She picked a green dress YN had abandoned a long, long time ago.

"Perfect choice, Zara!" Jamila exclaimed, "YN, now go get ready, chop chop!"

"Please don't force me, you know how these kids are, can't leave them alone for a bit." YN pouted.

Honestly, she just wanted to sulk around more, that's all she wanted to do.

"Come on!" Zara started pushing her sister towards the bathroom so she can go and change and get ready. But it still took half an hour more for Zara and Jamila to convince her to go out.

But they were finally out. Jamila had also called Tom (the guy who very clearly has a crush on her and has even asked her out on a date before) and Alisha, another one of YN's former colleague for their little dinner get together. It was barely impromptu like Jamila had been going off about as she had already made a reservation for the four of them.

"Look at you in the dress I gifted you on your 21th birthday!" Alisha pointed out tauntingly so because her friend never takes time for herself, get out of the house more for anything other than work or family related drama.

All YN wore back in college were dresses. She loved wearing dresses, but they're just not convenient and comfortable to move around with her lifestyle anymore. So this dress Alisha gifted her has never the light of day (or night perhaps) until now.

She followed after a Tom as the two other girls were busy with their little family gossip.

"Oh my god, YN you won't believe what happened at our other cousin's pre-wedding ceremony last week..." And they both started filling her on the little funny yet tragic story of their cousins face planting straight into the pool with all his clothes on trying to argue to with their mothers. It made her week.

That's all they talked about the whole night.

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It was two weeks later Gemma's wedding. Harry went on a solo vacation to Japan after and he cried like a baby on his sister's wedding drunk his arse off.

Gemma doesn't call him her baby brother for no reason!

YN on the other hand was very puzzled by his behaviour. He was acting like he didn't know her. Responding to her texts only when it's work related, or just walking right past her on the rounds he made every other day all throughout his company premises.

He'd usually stay over, ask if she wants to go grab lunch with him. But he barely looked her direction.

Today YN had some paper work for him so she went upto his floor and approached his PA, Mike.

"Hello, Mike. How are you today?" She greeted him with a smile.

Mike's only person who's kind to her after Harry, who is also acting up lately.

"Hello mate, I'm doing great. How are you?" He smiled.

"I'm good. I'm good." YN nodded, "I have a few things I need Harry to sign these could you please give it to him?"

"He's in his office, why don't you go in yourself?" He suggested.

"I don't know-" she stopped herself, "alright. You sure he's free?"

"He must be taking care of few emails, but yeah he is free."

"Okay." YN nodded, unsure if she should go in or not.

YN doesn't know what she did to potentially upset him that he's ignoring her. But she also needs to get some work done from him. She should be professional. So taking in a deep breath she knocked on his door before opening the door enough to pop her head in.

"May I come in?" She asked and just got a nod from him, he didn't even bother to look at her as she walked in. She calmly placed the file on his desk. "I need your signatures on this."

"I'm busy now, YN, not now."

"Okay. I'll leave this here. Please ask Mike to let me know when you're done." She nodded and took a step back, ready to get back to her work.

"Wait up." He called.

"Hmm?" She turned around to find him already reaching for a pen as he briefly read the documents. He signed it for her.

"Here." He closed the blue file back up and handed it to her. Still kot a single glance at her.

"Thank you." She took it, "hey, do you maybe wanna get lunch together. No, I actually brought your favourite pasta today."

He let out a heavy sigh, and looked back at her from her, "alright." He said, a slight smile took over her face as she nodded and walked out.

He reckoned he should just talk it out with her. It's very childish for him to ignore her. He ain't in middle school now, that he would ignore his friend and not talk about it.

And he missed her.

The word has gotten to him, that his employees are making up rumours about them, some very nasty ones as well. He knows that she knows everything.

It wasn't long before she walked right back, holding onto the Tupperware box with her sweater paws, hissing from how hot the container of food felt on her hands as she placed it on the coffee table in his office.

"You alright?" He asked walking upto her.

"Yeah, I warmed it up in the microwave." She shared, to finally look at him.

YN almost forgot to breathe there. He shed his blazer and rolled back his sleeves as it was suddenly starting to feel claustrophobic and hot in his office. His sleeve of tattoos was on show. A stem of what seems like some sort of flower stuck out, a naked mermaid, an anchor, a bee and what looks to me a bible inked into his skin. She's only ever seen peaks of his anchor tattoo and the cross just below his thumb on his left hand, and that he sometimes liked to paint his nails some fun and cute colours. Today he had some pastel blue nail varnish chipping off his nails.

She'd feel too shy to admit his look was doing things to her as she stood towering right next to her.

"Here." She handed him a fork to cut the awkwardness she was feeling and sit down on the sofa. "Are you alright?"

"Mhmm." He sounded.

"You sure?"

And he leaned back on his seat, shoulders slumped. He really reminded her of Zara as she does the same thing when she's upset. Though she's a bit more dramatic than he is.

Harry is literally like a toddlers.

"I don't know." A small shrug of his shoulders almost went unnoticed by her, "I just... I'm stuck. And I don't know how to talk about this. I surely should not talk about it now. You know I've talked about how I feel about you."

"I know, Harry. Did I do something to make you upset?"

"Two Fridays ago, went to get dinner with m'sister and mum and I saw your there with your friends." He felt embarrassed to talk about this but it was eating at him and he needed to get it off his chest, "you said you barely go out with your friends when I asked you to go out with me."

"Oh, Harry!" YN cooed.

"I'm sorry, it's stupid. Forget I said it." He fixed his posture and brushed it off.

"No it's not stupid. My friend just came over and dragged me out with her because I was sulking around for turning you down. I do feel bad, but I don't think us leading this on would be fair for either of us." She explained, "I just don't want you to waste your time after me when I can't take even an hour to myself. I care about you and I don't want you to end up being hurt all over again."

"I don't mind." He shook his head. "I have a busy schedule too, you know won't demand your time. You know we can be a team and figure things out as we go. And you don't know how hard I've fallen for you, it is so difficult to be just friends with you. If you'd give me one chance."

"Okay." She announced, taking him by surprise.

"Okay? As in you're willing give you and me a chance?" If he were a cartoon character, YN was sure his eyes would sparkle in that moment. She just nodded to answer him. "Oh my god!" He sighed in excitement.

His dimples and pink mouth was making it irresistible to her there. It isn't fair that he looks this pretty!

"What?" She chuckled sheepishly, he was staring right at her.

"Nothing, we'll discuss this later, yeah?"

"Hmm." She nodded. "This is going to get cold and I ain't going back to heat it up. Almost burnt my hand!"

"Alrighty, love."

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Harry drove YN back to her place like he usually does.

"See you tomorrow, Harry." YN smiled as she grabbed her bag and got out of his black Ferari, one of the many cars he owns and decided to drive today.

He followed her out, "wait up!" He called after her.

"Hmm?"

Harry took half a step ahead to grab her hand just so he could go back and lean on his car, now holding onto her hand in a delicate touch. She can pull away but she chose not to, glancing at their joint hands for a moment she looked back up to find him smirking happily.

"I want you to call Paul first thing in the morning and tell him you're not coming to work tomorrow. Go pack up a small bag for a trip of three days." He told her, "I'll come and pick you up in the morning we'll have breakfast with the kids and leave."

"Harry, I really can't go away, you the kids are—" YN hesitated just to feel him squeeze her hand to make her stop.

"Listen to me, please?" He requested, "just three days, I've taken of everything. The kiddos will be fine, had a little chat with Adi earlier he said he'll take care of them."

"Harry but he's a kid himself, they'll eat his brain out!" She whined, slightly anxious as her eyes started to pool with tears.

"I'll have that taken of." He assured her, "do you trust me, YN?" He pulled her closer with his free hand resting on her waist.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Then you can trust me that the kids will be safe when you're away, yeah?" His voice was soft and low, "you can trust me to take care of that for you. It's good to take some help sometimes."

"Okay."

"Okay!" He announced.

"How did you- when did you talked to Adi?" She asked finally, catching him off guard. A sheepish smile took over his face.

"I've got his number." He smiled sheepishly, "but that not important."

"Okay." She agreed.

"You've become so important to me, YN, you know that?" He spoke softly, luckily the street was pin drop silenced for her to hear him as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and left his hand rested on her cheek. The pad of his thumb rubbing gentle strokes on the high points of her face. "You've truly helped me be a better person. For my own self and for everyone I care. I know you don't like to take a credit for it, but it is true." YN looked at him all confused so he continued.

"That night when we almost kissed, that made me realise I need to be a better person. I couldn't do the same to her what she had done to me. I also needed time for myself which I haven't had in eleven years!" He sighed, "I had a lot of healing to do, got me some help- felt so much less guilty about, might I add. In all of this you never left my side. You still gave me a chance when you were probably mad at me for happened that night. It still haunts me sometimes. That was not that the right way I wanted it to come out to you. And now I want you by my side. You've become a best friend of mine, a friend I can turn to if I have to hide a dead body- hypothetically speaking."

That made YN chuckle softly. "Thank you so much for giving me a chance to be a better friend and a potential lover as well. I hope I'm not reaching by that, but I also hope that becomes true someday."

"No you're not." She assured him, a relaxed smile playing on her lips, "have anyone told you, you sound like you're living eighteen hundreds when you're being vulnerable? Perhaps I should tell you sir, you look magnificently adorable whilst doing so."

"I see you've been getting time to read Pride and Prejudice afterall, my lady." He giggled. "Then allow me to say this to you before our first date, YN as I can fucking keep it in me no more, you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." YN couldn't help the giggle spilling past her lips making his dimply smile appear much more wider before he continued to conclude, "I just love you so much, the way I've never felt before."

His eyes were teary, YN noticed. The tip of his nose was pink, maybe it was because of the cold.

"Oh, Haz!" YN cooed. "Can I hug you?" He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her. "I wanted to tell you the same things you just said. I love you too."

Harry let out a happy sigh as he hugged her tighter. "Oh, I can't breathe, Harry, you're crushing my ribs!" She patted his back for time out.

Giggling softly he pulled back reluctantly, just enough to rest his forehead on hers. "You going to remember pack tonight for the trip?"

"Mhmm." She sounded.

"I should probably get going then, hmm?" His voice held a little teasing lilt to it, noticing her gaze traveling down to his mouth and back to his eyes.

"Oh, okay..." She nodded, clearly a little upset that he chose to ignore her signs. But she needs to verbalise it, he just can't go assuming things like that. He waited for a beat longer waiting for her to say something, "Harry, you know!"

"What?" He gasped, feeling a particular soft yet forceful smack on his chest.

"Can I also kiss you, please?" She asked. Finally!

"You don't have to ask twice, my love." He grinned at her cheekily before bringing her in, placing his mouth on hers with a hand on the back of her neck. She hitched at the sudden contact but it didn't take her long to give in, her eyes shuttered close feeling his pillowy soft lips her own. She could feel her tummy doing seven back flips and ten front flips at once, when she felt his hand grip on the side of her hip to pull her even closer. She reluctantly pulled away, to breathe of course, but also because she was finally looking forward to what he has planned. Or she could really stand there and make out with him for some more time.

"One more for good luck," he placed a peck on her mouth, lingering just a beat longer.

"Good luck for what?" She asked him, just to earn a confused shrug from him.

"I don't know really, for my drive back home?" It sounded more like a question than an answer to her query. "Maybe I needed a reason. Well, do I reason to kiss you now? Just I don't—"

His rambling was interrupted by her placing a delicate kiss on his dimpled cheek. "Nope, you don't."

"Just one more and I'll leave, I promise." With that he placed his mouth on hers again.

"We have plenty more days, now go, you need to get some sleep!" YN chuckled sheepishly, pulling away she urged him towards his car but he still had his hands griping onto her hips.

"Why, won't I be getting to relax on our date, love?" He teased her tickling her sides in process, she laughed loudly before managing to slip out of his grip.

"Go now."

"Good night, my love."

"Good night." She waited tl he got into his car, "text me when you get home, okay?"

"Okay, now you go in or else I'm not leaving." He warned her. She followed though and went into her building.

She was going on a date after ages!

More like a vacation of some sorts, but either way she was excited now. She hadn't gone out somewhere to get some time for herself since her last ever school picnic.

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The Serpents Hold // Chapter Six

Summary: When Sebastian turns to dark magic to cure his sister, Nova and Ominis find themselves reluctantly thrust into a partnership to aid him. Amid the disapproval of Ominis' family, Nova wrestles with her growing feelings for him and also with the nagging suspicion that Ominis knows more about Anne's condition than he's letting on.

AO3 // Masterlist

"Gran was showing me around Blackdown Hills, where she used to play with wild beasts as a little girl—"

Nova was partially tuned into Poppy's recounting of her half-term break, her emerald cloak and tie inconspicuously concealed beneath the Hufflepuff table. Her head was propped in her hand as she picked at the pastry on her plate, reducing its flaky layers to fine dust.

"We got the kneazle untangled from the thorns... We named it... Nova, are you listening?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Poppy. I was just, uh..." She gestured towards her demolished breakfast. "Lost in thought, I suppose. You caught a kneazle?"

"Rescued!" Poppy corrected indignantly, "We managed to save the kneazle, and I named her Nova."

"Kneazle-Nova is lucky to have crossed paths with you," Nova smiled warmly, brushing the lingering crumbs from her fingers back onto the plate. "We both are."

Poppy's eyes sparkled as she beamed back at her, "How was your break? Feldcroft must have been lovely. Anne is such a gem, isn't she? We used to share an astronomy class. How's she doing?"

Nova's thoughts were still untangling from their earlier wanderings, making it a challenge to keep up with the rapid-fire questions. "Honestly, it wasn't great," she confessed. "I didn't get much time with Anne before her uncle and Sebastian got into a massive argument. I haven't seen him since everyone returned, and I'm getting worried."

"Have you seen Ominis?" Poppy asked, her words cutting through a large bite of croissant. "They're usually joined at the hip, you could ask him."

Nova's expression twisted into a grimace. "I make a point of avoiding him if possible. He tolerates me at best and doesn't exactly approve of our friendship."

"Because you're such a bad influence?" Poppy snorted, and Nova tried not to take offence. "Ominis is nice, I'm sure he'll help. I saw him heading to the Dark Arts Tower earlier. Do you want me to help you find him?"

"It's fine. I can tell you're eager to say hello to all your beasts."

Following breakfast, Nova dawdled at the threshold of the Undercroft. She had steered clear since Ominis had issued his threats, but it was the only unexplored corner of the castle in her search for Sebastian. Flicking her wand over the gilded symbols, she clung to the hope Ominis wasn't down there with him. That hope shattered the moment she stepped into the dusty abyss, instantly assaulted by the intensity of his deranged voice.

"Anything to do with the dark arts should be avoided, Sebastian. It's too risky."

"At this point, anything to do with Salazar Slytherin is worth the risk," Sebastian countered, his agitated footsteps pacing restlessly between the candlelit pillars.

"Well, I don't see it that way. I won't entertain further discussion on the matter. I'm sorry."

Nova might as well have been a ghost. Ominis strode past her with a silent indifference—an improvement, she had to admit, from their first encounter in the Undercroft.

"What was that about?" she joined Sebastian at a makeshift desk, creatively assembled from a precarious stack of trunks. "Is this where you've been for the past day? Sebastian, I was worried."

"I'm sorry," he attempted to console her with something resembling a hug, but his eyes and palm remained glued on scraps of parchment scattered across the worktop. "That book we stole states that Salazar Slytherin has a scriptorium here in Hogwarts. It turns out Ominis has known about it this whole time."

"A scriptorium?"

"Yes, there has to be a treasure trove of information on dark magic in there. There has to be some insight into curses." His initial enthusiasm gave way to a more solemn expression as he collapsed onto a chair. "Ominis wants no part in it, but only an heir of Slytherin can find the entrance. Whatever's in that room might hold the answers for Anne."

Nova nudged aside the manuscript, settling atop the trunk to face him. "Ominis does have a point, Sebastian. While a cure for Anne is the best-case scenario, have you considered the worst-case?"

"As I said to him, it's worth the risk." Sebastian dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand. "There is far more to dark magic than most people realise, the Gaunt's know this all too well."

Nova's curiosity stirred at his words. Ominis had implied that his comprehension of dark magic revolved solely around Soloman's time as an auror.

"What do you mean by that?"

Sebastian ran a nervous hand through his wild hair. "I shouldn't have told you about Ominis' family history in the library," his words escaped rapidly, as if fighting to restrain himself from divulging more. "He gave me quite a scolding."

Nova's gave him a sheepish smile. "To be fair, I didn't mention anything to do with the whole marriage arrangement. He's just annoyingly perceptive."

"You're not wrong." His eyes darted toward the exit to ensure Ominis had left. "Look, if you promise not to breathe a word..."

"I promise," Nova said, crossing her heart with her fingers, fully aware that her track record for keeping secrets was far from flawless.

"Ominis was schooled in dark magic by his family. Have you heard of the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Is that one of the unforgivables? Ominis told me a little."

"It's the curse that inflicts unbearable pain on its victims," Sebastian explained. "His parents and brother use it on muggles for sport. They forced Ominis to cast it when he was just a child; when he refused, they subjected him to it themselves."

Guilt coiled in the pit of her stomach. No wonder he was so adamant about keeping away from dark magic.

"The rift between him and his family only widened from there until I came along," Sebastian continued. "He trusts me, and more often than not, he listens to what I have to say. I'm sure I can convince him to help."

"I don't think it's fair for Ominis to forbid you from exploring options to save Anne. But it's also unfair to involve him, given his past. Is there anything in that book that doesn't drag him into it?"

"Nothing else that remotely relates to dark curses," he sighed, unbothered by her judgment. "Although, there's a whole section dedicated to secret rooms in Hogwarts." He angled the book to better catch the candlelight. "Take a look at this, the Room of Requirement."

The room features a unique capability to furnish or transform itself into precisely what a witch or wizard unequivocally requires at any given moment.

"Really?" Nova remained unconvinced. "Surely, a room like that would be common knowledge by now?"

"I'm not so sure; look here." Sebastian persisted, gesturing to another section of the passage.

To access the room, it is necessary to cross the vicinity of the door repeatedly, passing it three times while maintaining a focused intention for the desired outcome.

"According to this map, it should be located on the seventh floor of the astronomy tower, right across from the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy."

"Where the toilets are?"

"What toilets?"

"Just... the toilets," Nova repeated with a shrug. "The ones across from the tapestry."

Sebastian's forehead creased in confusion. "Nova, there are no toilets across from the tapestry."

"Yes, there is," she insisted. "During my first astrology class, Professor Shah wouldn't let me go to the toilet. By the time the class finished, I was desperate, so I ran down that corridor—"

Her sentence came to a screeching halt in realisation, and her eyes locked onto Sebastian's, both their mouths agape in gleeful delirium.

Sunlight poured into the corridor from the adjacent staircase as Nova and Sebastian stood facing the deceptively ordinary wall. Sebastian rapped his knuckles against the stone before pressing his ear to the cold surface, listening intently. After a moment, he took a step back, shaking his head.

"Well, what are you needing?" Nova asked, searching along the dents and contours of the stonework for any hidden seams.

"I need access to a scriptorium that harbours cures for dark and debilitating curses."

"Right... Well, concentrate on... that. And walk past three times," she urged, giving him a gentle push to start pacing along the length of the corridor.

"Why in Merlin's name were you pacing back and forth like a caged lion if you needed a piss?" his voice echoed through the corridor much louder than necessary.

"It was my first week, Sebastian; I didn't know where the fuck I was."

He laughed, though his amusement gradually waned as he continued to pace, realising that no hidden door was materialising.

"Perhaps the room doesn't know how to fix a curse," Nova said as Sebastian came to a miserable halt. "Or maybe it only listens to me," she added, pushing him against the tapestry before darting off to the other end of the corridor. "I need a weeeeeeeee!" she bellowed as she sprinted back and forth.

Sebastian snatched the hood of her cloak and flung her behind him. "I need a scriptorium that holds cures for dark curseeeees!" he hollered with equal enthusiasm as he sprinted to the end of the passage, colliding with the wall and using the impact's momentum to throw himself back down the corridor.

He hurtled toward Nova, who extended her arm in an attempt to slow him down. Their collision sent them both tumbling to the ground in a wild entanglement of limbs, the force of the impact knocking the breath out of them.

"Well, it would have been a bloody miracle if that worked," Sebastian choked out between laughter as they both lay winded on the floor. He gave a thumbs-up to a confused Ravenclaw, who cautiously sidestepped their sprawled bodies. "I should get to class. I'll revisit the scriptorium topic with Ominis later," he groaned as he rose to his feet. Extending a hand as he helped Nova up from the floor. "And if he doesn't agree... well... he's not the only heir."

Nova watched Sebastian vanish around the corner, her elation transforming into a rising tide of panic. Hadn't he just told her about Ominis' family's reputation for torture? They were clearly very dark wizards. Sebastian was putting himself in grave danger.

Nova wriggled through the throng of bodies ambling into the classroom, diving to secure the seat beside Ominis.

There were several factors to the lethargy that hung over their history of magic class, but chiefly among them was Professor Binn's complete lack of direct engagement with his students. The hypnotic drone of his voice kicked into gear, and eyelids began drooping under the weight of the monotonous lecture.

Ominis folded his arms and rested them on his open textbook, snuggling into the bunched fabric from his sleeves. His charmed quill danced frantically across his parchment, diligently scribbling down vital notes while he stole a nap. Beside him, Nova absently scratched at the etchings on their desk, adding to the collection of inscriptions left by countless generations of tired students.

She let slip a quiet sigh, her eyes flitting over to Ominis as she wrestled with the best way to broach the subject of Sebastian. His gentle breaths tousled his typically well-kept hair, strands cascading untidily across his forehead. Nova resisted the temptation to whip out her quill and play connect-the-dots with the splatter of beauty marks on his cheek, instead captivated by how closely they resembled Ursa Major.

His disembodied quill darted across the desk, leaving behind a hastily scrawled note on her parchment.

Stop staring at me.

A deep flush of embarrassment stained her cheeks.

"I need to talk to you," she whispered, edging herself closer to him, her voice dropping to a murmur, "It's about Sebastian."

If this is about the scriptorium, I don't want to hear it.

She had barely finished reading his scribbled message before the quill scratched out every word in an erratic frenzy, leaving no trace of the message behind.

"This is important, Ominis. I'm on your side."

He continued to feign sleep and she released an exasperated groan, unintentionally rousing a pair of slumbering witches suspended in mid-scribble.

Class finally ended, and Nova hurriedly packed up, struggling to keep pace with Ominis while everyone else was still rubbing sleep from their eyes. He stormed to a secluded corner behind a stairwell, then promptly turned around to face her.

"You have one minute."

"Sebastian told me about the scriptorium—"

"It's a cesspit of dark magic. It's staying untouched," he interrupted, "He can't get near it without me, and I won't change my mind."

He began to walk away, but Nova's fingers tightened around the crook of his elbow. "Ominis, listen to me," she snapped. She anticipated resistance and was taken aback when he remained silent. "He didn't go into details, but he said you're not the only descendant. I think he's planning to reach out to your brother."

Ominis' pallid features turned an even more ghostly shade of white; he looked like he was going to be sick. "We can't allow him to do that," his voice strained as he fought to suppress a tremor.

"I know," Nova replied, comforted by his use of the word we. "I've been mulling it over all morning, and from where I stand, there are only two options." She spoke softly as she proposed the first option: "You unlock the scriptorium, and we allow him to go in alone." She knew he wouldn't favour this choice.

"He'll die."

"You can't know that for sure."

"I can," he murmured, his eyes squeezing shut as he dragged his fingertips down his face. "It happened to my aunt, Noctua. She shared my beliefs and disagreed with the family's use of dark magic. She hoped to convince my family there was more to Salazar Slytherin than worshipping pureblood status. She'd heard of this scriptorium and thought its contents might shed some light. She wrote to my father about her efforts to gain access, and then… vanished."

Their classmates passed by, casting concerned glances at the intense exchange under the stairs. Nova gently tugged on Ominis' sleeve, coaxing him closer into the privacy of the corner until their bodies were nearly touching.

"Noctua ventured down this path with good intentions and paid with her life," Ominis said quietly. "I don't want history to repeat itself."

She transitioned to the second option, "Your aunt ventured in alone, but three wands are better than one. We could do this together. Honour your aunt's memory by completing what she started and steer Sebastian away from self-destruction along the way."

He scratched the back of his neck as he mulled over the options. "This isn't your fight. I appreciate the warning, but if you want to walk away now, you can do so."

"I'm not going anywhere," she told him indignantly, offended by another attempt to distance her from Sebastian, but his features softened to something resembling relief rather than resistance.

"Good. I feel more at ease knowing you're on my side."

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Between Us Episode 12 Commentary and Review

Everybody and their mother has done a review, but I feel like I have to see this to the end.

I love that he is taking Mr. Broccoli man with him! There are so cute and sweet, but I enjoy that they kept the nagging element. It's just who they are. It's a more settled in and playful Brat Tamer and brat relationship. And I'm here for it!

OMG, Win and his brothers are my favorite thing. I love how he knew Team was going to say yest to his brother's request. He overrode that so fast. As soon as Win used that commanding tone of voice, the two brats pouted but didn't argue. I absolutely adore the overdramatic little brother.

Damn, but that hotel is nice. We're seeing a lot more communication between Win and Team now that Win realized there had been a communication issue. The graveside was hard. I was prepared to beat a bitch if she kept on, but she didn't. We saw a lot of growth and it felt real. It didn't feel forced, it was good closure. And yeah, I cried.

Win working against his brother is the best thing ever. Eyebrows being dragged off my security while the "hotel owner" is smiling at him, was some funny ass shit. The way Waan turns to get onto Win, but you can clearly see who the Dom is. Because Win is like, who, are you kidding.

Then the bedroom. OMG, that was sweet and hot. Makes me want to see the actors in something else. Not gonna lie. All I could think was that it runs in the family. The way he was throwing eyebrows around. And he was good with he, he laid back and smiled. Please ravish me. But I'm gonna say it... Cause I got to say it. Did anyone else feel it was weird to not start off with a kiss? Throwing clothes off and then kissing everywhere but the lips? It didn't sync right with me. I mean, I still watched it three times, but I'm just saying.

Dinner was so fucking cute with the two couples! Once again we see commanding Win and you know what Waan obeyed. Can't be helped. Win is so clearly a Dom. Team pushing his luck and kissing Win on the lips during the product placement. He was lucky he wasn't pushed down on the sand. Beach sex is not all it's cracked up to be, though, so I'm glad they didn't go there.

The sweetness and cuteness! Then the hilariously of the sub trio. This was a wonderful balance. In previous episodes it felt like the timing was off, but not this episode. Even the way they sequenced into the swimming and awards. I loved the way he kept looking at Win, but it was also a special moment with his swim team friends. They did an amazing job of rounding and balancing things out.

We get super cute closer with ALL the characters. No loose ends, unlike Until We Meet Again. The ending is perfect because it always seemed odd that they didn't race. The swim team brought them together. It's special in its own right.

I got to admit, though. I'm curious about who proposes.

Well that's it guys. I hope you enjoyed this journey as much as me. Thank you for joining me on it. 💜💜💜

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lovelyfanatical · 7 months

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 10.1

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! We've officially made it to the final week of the competition, aka the beginning of the end! And coincidentally, Bake Off is airing a new season! If you've missed any previous installments and need to catch up, you can find them all on my Table of Contents here. Last time, Makkari got Star Baker, and Druig was eliminated. What will he do next? Find out now, in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

Sersi was already seated at a table when Druig arrived. She waved him over with a gentle smile on his face, and Druig plopped himself down on the seat across from her, mumbling his greetings. After exchanging pleasantries and putting in their drink orders, Sersi turned back to him and asked, "So, what's this all about, Druig?"

"I don't know what you mean," he lied, sipping his beer.

"Seriously? I nagged you about getting drinks for a week and you only now ask to meet up?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed as she continued. "Did Makkari send you to check up on me?"

"She did not. But while we're on the subject, how are you feeling about seeing your ex and your current boyfriend at the same party?"

"I actually feel fine. Ikaris and I are on decent terms, but it's none of his business who I'm seeing now. Besides, Dane and I are taking things slow," Sersi said nonchalantly. Druig must've looked surprised at this answer because she added, "Makkari already asked me. She really didn't put you up to this?"

"Nope," was all he said in reply.

Sersi gave him a long look, silently studying his face before she asked in a gentler tone, "Druig, are you and Makkari speaking again?"

"We are," he answered carefully.

"You resolved whatever happened that week?"

"We did."

"So, what's the problem?"

Druig averted his gaze as he thought about his answer. He didn't know why he had to think about it. He'd been thinking about it since Saturday. This was the very reason he'd reached out to Sersi in the first place. He needed to tell someone. Hunter had already put up with him for weeks and was unlikely to be helpful. Phastos had proved a good listener, but he was quite busy with his family during the week, and Druig didn't want to distract him ahead of the final. Of everyone else, he felt Sersi would be the most sympathetic. So, he took a deep breath, looked her in the eye, and let the words spill out.

"I'm in love with her, but I don't think I can ever tell her."

Sersi hadn't looked the slightest bit surprised by the first part of his statement, but her eyebrows rose and drew together in confusion at the second part. "Why ever not?"

With that, the flood gates were open. Druig told her everything that had happened, things he hadn't even told Phastos about. The investigations, the clandestine baking sessions, the accidental bed-sharing. Sersi mostly listened, only asking a few questions as they came up. When he finally finished, he was quite a few drinks in. Sersi had stopped at two drinks, but she was still wearing the same perplexed expression.

"What is it now?" he asked, feeling rather spent.

"I think I'm still missing something. Why can't you tell her how you feel?"

"Because I don't think she feels the same way. Also, she's my best friend, and I can't risk losing her again. The bed incident really did a number on us both."

In an instant, something seemed to click for Sersi. She reached across the table, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him as she said, "Druig, the bed incident did a number on Makkari because she loves you too."

Now it was Druig's turn to draw his eyebrows together in confusion. "I don't think so."

"She absolutely does. And from what I can tell, I'm pretty sure everyone else knows by now."

"No, they all know that I'm in love with Makkari. Not the other way 'round."

"How do you know?"

"Because they all tell me whenever she's not there to join the conversation! Thena kind of told me to ask her out, then Ajak told me not to, Sprite just called us gross-"

"Sprite insults everyone. I think it's her way of being friendly."

"I wasn't finished. Phastos did think we were dating already, but when I explained it to him, he said I should respect her wishes but also talk to her-"

"And what do most of these interactions have in common?"

"I'm not sober or drunk enough for this much critical thinking, Sersi."

"C'mon, I know Makkari's not the only detective. Use your deductive reasoning, Watson!"

Druig sighed dramatically, but used what brain power he had left to replay those moments back in his head. His face relaxed as an idea began to form. After what felt like a lengthy silence, he gave his answer. "As time went on, the others pre-supposed that we were a couple?"

"Which means…"

"They think Makkari has feelings for me, too."

"There you go!" Sersi said excitedly. "Myself included, by the way."

"Wait, is that why you kept hounding us about drinks?"

A sheepish look came over Sersi's face as she admitted, "I may have had a very silly plan to set a date and time that worked for both of you and then not show up myself."

Druig merely raised an eyebrow at her confession, and Sersi scrunched up her nose in embarrassment.

"I know, it's completely childish, but I don't usually play matchmaker with my friends, and Makkari seemed to like the idea, so…"

All of a sudden, realization hit Druig like a bolt of lightning. "That was the surprise Makkari was talking about. Why you didn't want Kingo to join us."

Sersi was smiling proudly now. Druig felt an involuntary grin spreading across his face as well.

"Makkari does love me."

"Glad you finally got there," Sersi replied gleefully. "But if she asks, I didn't tell you. You figured it out on your own. Got it?"

"Got it."

"So, what will you do with that information?"

"Oh, I'll do something. But not until after the competition. I don't want to distract her from that," he explained.

"Very considerate. Let me know if I can help with anything," Sersi offered.

"I will." Druig held up his drink. "To Sunday?"

"To Sunday," Sersi answered. They clinked their bottles together and downed the rest.

Big sister Sersi is my favorite Sersi, tbh 😊

Part 35

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How did Zimelu and Neon J realize they were trans? (I find it inspiring how those more “masculine” characters are Trans!)

Actually! All my 1010 are trans! I don't know if you knew that or JUST wanted Zimelu and Neon J, but I'm gonna talk about them all because I can! >:3c

Will put under a read more because it is pretty long. Also there is some transphobia mentioned, mainly vague with Neon but turns into a lot of internalized transphobia with Haym and Purl-hew.

Neon: I would say that Neon didn't realize he was trans until he was mid teens or early adulthood. He honestly thought he was a broken woman who liked both men and women. He did not know the term bisexual at the time (which he used for a while before identifying as pansexual), so he kinda said he as both gay and straight with his friends (he would never tell his parents he liked women when they saw him as a girl).

It wasn't until mid teens that he started experimenting with clothing and his appearance when out with friends that he started to realize he would rather be a guy. He always thought he was weird, but he thought it was just because of his sexuality and not his gender. Once he figured out he was trans (even if he didn't use that terminology at the time) his friends supported him and helped him look like a guy when they went out partying.

Unfortunately one of these partying led to a pretty bad accident that only Neon survived (one of the friends went into a coma but the other 2 died) and so, basically being an adult and having no other support system, Neon left home to go and find someone to help him transition to be a man and would soon join the navy and meet his future ex-wife.

He does not reveal he is trans for a very long time. His medical doctor in the navy was either a friend or a robot he got to swore not to tell anyone (which would later become Rin), so his trans identity was very well hidden except from his closest sailor buddies and at the time wife. Not even 1010 knew he was trans for a very long time after a few of them, or at least Zimelu, came out as trans (Rin has no knowledge of the war time and knowing Neon's transness).

Zimelu: It took a lot longer for Zimelu to figure out she was trans. As a doll/kid she never really questioned being a boy, and during the war she never even had a gender assigned to her. So once the MK1 model rolled around, all Zimelu ever knew and was treated as was being a boy.

Because of this she never questioned her gender identity. If anything, she questioned the "bad boy" role she was put into for 1010 because she never really liked breaking rules or being really mean, but she did it because she thought that is best for the group.

The only time she started questioning whether she was a boy or girl was after the Rock Revolution, and only when she started hanging out with Mayday. There were times before hand, with fashion shoots or helping Eve, that 1010 were put in experimental outfits, but never something very feminine so Zimelu never really got that moment of realization.

That is not until hanging out with Mayday and jokingly the two switched clothes for some reason, either a dare or just to do something stupid for fun. But it was wearing a very feminine outfit and seeing herself in the mirror with her hair down that made Zimelu stop laughing and joking around to just stare at herself in amazement. May and Haym were very worried at the sudden tone shift, but Zuke knew that look in Zimelu's eyes.

She ended up playing it off quickly and tried to go back to normal, but now there was a nagging thought in the back of her head that something was not right. Over time Zuke would try to casually bring the idea of being trans up, which made Zimelu uncomfortable because she thought if she was trans she would be decommissioned or rejected by her family, so she would always shut him down when in private or try to turn the conversation to something else when in public.

Purl notices how Zimelu is acting around Zuke and confronts him, Zimelu sees this, and the truth comes out between the three that Zimelu wants to be a girl and all her fears and insecurities come out with it. In the end, after some reassurance from Zuke and Purl, Zimelu comes out as trans to the family and is immediately accepted by Neon and the rest of the fam.

-And now for the other 1010 members. I'll try to be less detailed with the rest so not to make this super long, but we know I like to talk lol.

Rin: I would say Rin just never cared for its gender. Rin would just play the part of son/medical bot/leader/boy just because it was told that is what it is.

Honestly I think Rin has the most tame story of finding out its gender. It really was just some troll online trying to make Rin, or any 1010/robot, feel like shit by calling them an "it" which Rin just took and was like "Okay sure, I'll go by it" just to really stick it to an asshole online.

I kinda see this as like when people do something ironically and then it becomes a part of who they are. This is literally what happened with Rin lol. It really did just go by He/It for a while and after some time grew really attached to the It/Its label and made that its primary pronouns. Still sometimes going by he/him, but very much Rin's primary pronouns are It/Its.

Rin is probably still experimenting with labels. I had it as genderqueer, but it might also be agender. For the most part Rin is very casual about its gender and does not care all that much if people misgender it, but is also super happy when people use the correct pronoun for it.

Haym: Haym also had a really easy way of finding out his gender. Literally he transitioned without even knowing he was a guy. By that, I mean that when he was a doll/kid, he was a little girl, but then when made into an MK1 model, he was now seen and treated like a guy.

Like, as a little girl, Haym very much tried doing more stereotypical "boy" things like playing in the dirt or building stuff, instead of playing with dolls and putting on pretty dresses. "Tried" being a key word here. Martha, Neon J's ex-wife, really tried to enforce gendered roles onto young 1010, forcing Haym into more "girly" things (along with forcing Zimelu to do "boy" things even though Zimelu never truly tried to do too many "girly" things).

Haym was always upset and annoyed at this, but more so that he couldn't play the way he wanted to play and not as much as being denied his identity that he didn't even realize he had.

Once he became an MK1 though, and almost everybody was treating him like a guy, he was just super happy with who he was. He never even realized until Zimelu came out as trans, that he was technically trans himself. He still had in his code that he was a girl, but because he was treated like a guy and felt like a guy, he just ignored and forgot about that part of his code.

He embraced being trans, but also kinda realizes he does not have the same experience as his siblings who had to actually work to figure themselves out. He feels like he has some kind of privilege over them since he didn't have to suffer any real dysphoria or stigmatization over the years. It sometimes makes him feel guilty and not deserving of the trans label just because he was able to pass for so long as the gender he identified with.

I feel like he will never tell any of his family, friends, or lovers this though, and it will be a guilt he keeps to himself forever.

Eloni: Eloni is genderfluid. I actually do not have as much story for them as I do for everyone else. She would probably have been one of the later ones to come out as trans, probably second to last with Purl being the last to come out.

Because of this, I feel like Eloni was probably experimenting with labels in private with the fam. So one day Eloni would request to be called by just she/her pronouns, or would wear androgynous clothing. None of this would be done in public for fear and anxiety of having a label forced onto him by public perception.

In the end Eloni is just super confused on what they should have as a label because everything seems to fit well. Dress like a boy? Feels good! Dress like a girl? Awesome! Use neutral pronouns? Totally! Use either or both gendered pronouns? Yes please! Nothing seemed to bother Eloni to the point they wondered if they even were trans because to him, if everything felt the same does that mean I am all or nothing?

In the end though, I would say that either the Sayu Crew, or Purl and Rin showed Eloni the genderfluid label and that is the one Eloni chose to go by and later revealed to the public.

Purl-hew: Saved Purl for last because I feel they will be a lot lol.

Purl was like Rin for a while, just playing the role assigned to them. They were the good little girl for their parents. They were an emotionless machine built for war. A cool and mysterious boy for the public eye.

Purl followed all the rules, did everything that was asked of them, and yet they were never happy. No matter how they changed their personality, how they acted, how they presented, they were miserable and hated themself.

Purl spent years wonder what is wrong with them, why they couldn't just stop and be what they were made to be. But that was the problem. Purl was built to be a girl, then forced to be a boy. Living both sides of the coin like Haym, but instead of being happy with the change, it left them more and more empty.

They questioned if they were broken, or if life was always supposed to be so dull and full of self hatred. Even before the revolution Purl was wondering what was wrong with them, how could they feel like nothing all the time.

Purl honestly thought they were some kind of spoiled kid for not ever being happy. They knew what it was like to be a girl and a boy, knew what it was like to not have basic necessities and yet to have everything they ever wanted, knew what it was like to be in war and peace, knew what it meant to be extremely busy and extremely bored. And yet they have no idea what it meant to feel nothing about yourself.

Purl already had some problems expression emotions, so figuring out they were nonbinary was not going to happen for a very long time. And even when they did, they denied themself of that label.

Purl saw their whole family go from being cisgender and straight to very queer in the matter of a few months to maybe a year or two. Everything was changing and the public eye was on all of them. Once everyone came out except for Purl, there were jokes among fans that Purl was the only "normal one" or that it was a matter of time before Purl came out as some random identity.

They hated this. Purl absolutely hated having the public watching their every move, and because they were watched they thought they had to actually live up to that "normal" role. Purl was going to pretend to be fully cisgender and straight. They were going to ignore the fact they were created as a girl, or that they liked masculine presenting people, and pretend to be the cishet one of the group for the fans.

This really took a toll on Purl's mental health. They were so miserable that they would isolate themself for days when not doing work for 1010. Already they felt isolated from the family for not being able to express emotions, and now they believed had to hide their own identity so the public would not turn on 1010.

It felt like everything and everyone was against Purl. Even when one of their siblings would try to reach out, which was honestly not often since they thought this behaviour was normal for Purl, Purl would just push them away and act like everything was okay when it truly wasn't.

The only reason Purl ever came out as nonbinary was because of DK West and Ex-Jay. Spending time away from family, in situations that were not in the public eye, is what allowed Purl to express themself finally. It also helped that in Purl's mind, if West or any member of Ex-Jay tried to out them, they could lie and say that West/Ex-Jay are making it up, then Purl could cut them out of their life.

It was an easy out to Purl that finally let them have a safe space to embrace their queer aspects of themself. Even if Purl was ready at a drop of a hat to cut out that safe space if there was even a chance of being outed, it was something. Purl was not longer entirely alone in life, and soon would come out publicly as nonbinary and using only they/them pronouns.

Even as they came out, they would only dress in masculine or androgynous clothes. It wasn't until like a year or two later that they were able to reconnect with their feminine side, which was something they were trying to kill because of childhood trauma. But now Purl can confidently wear a dress or makeup or whatever while not feeling like they are a woman. Or a suit and not feel like a guy.

Honestly, I feel like if it was not for the Rock Revolution, none of 1010 would be happy. Maybe Haym would be the only one as he was lucky enough to get the gender he wanted when becoming MK-units, and MAYBE Rin would have figured out it was agender/genderqueer, but absolutely not would Eloni, Zimelu, or Purl been able to figure out who they were. Especially not Purl.

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr 1010 #nsr neon j #nsr rin #nsr purl hew #nsr zimelu #nsr haym #nsr eloni #asks #eritalks #noart #okay sorry this is so long #but i just LOVE going into 1010's identity #so much #it is my favorite thing to do #i love these robots so much

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voidthewanderer · 5 months

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5,6,17,18, and 23 for all 3. Hier sind kekse.

@bleumanouche || Fifty OC Questions

Buckle up, because this is a long one! Got to have a lot of thoughts about these guys.

5. What's something you'd never put your OC through again?

Crow + Arsenic: Separating them for as long as they were. The more and more their relationship shows, the more and more I realize that the both of them would have been driven to the absolute brink of depression and hopelessness that they'd never see each other again. It's something that I do want to touch base with in A Different Life, but I'm not sure I'm even ready for those two to have that conversation of what exactly ran through their heads as literal centuries passed. Crow especially so since Arsenic at least made empty attempts to drown his sorrows. Crow never partook in chems, alcohol, or anything; they were stuck with their thoughts. Arsenic could at least get so shitfaced that he'd forget for a few hours.

Ripper: Honestly, him losing his family... twice. He always has that nagging feeling that maybe if he'd just stayed in his lane and didn't destroy that Protectron, that they'd all be together. Deep down, he knows that they wouldn't have been happy at it would have been for the sake of the kids, but they'd all be together, through the thick of it all. At least before the bombs, he did still have contact with his kids even though they were on the other side of the United States.

6. What's your OC's go-to comfort meal?

Crow: Chicken Tortilla Soup; they specifically make it with more of a white soup base and thicken it up enough so it could potentially pass off as a stew. Not only was this something that their mother would make for them when they weren't feeling well, it was the meal they made during a chicken soup 'challenge' Arsenic had posed for his cooking class he'd been hosting. It was the meal that really had caught his attention to them; making the meal even more special and comforting to them.

Arsenic: Creamed Chipped Beef; it's simple, it's quick, and there's just something about it. Yes, he's a foodie, but sometimes the basics is all you need to just enjoy yourself and remember simpler times.

Ripper: Chicken Picatta; Ripper is a picky eater (to put it nicely). But his grandmother always made the best food, even when it was something he wouldn't eat otherwise. This was the best of everything, food he both loved and would reject; but whatever magical thing he thought she did to it made him so happy. Sure, it was more just the capers he'd say no to, but he never would say no to his grandmother. Crow's the only person who's managed to recreate her recipe and it makes him so happy.

17. What's your OC's star sign?

I genuinely have a hard time understanding sun, moon, and rising signs; I'm not gonna lie. I know they involve time, but that's about as much as I know, so I'm gonna just put the simple.

Crow: Cancer (June 29)

Arsenic: Taurus (May 7)

Ripper: Sagittarius (December 11)

18. What kind of drunk is your OC?

Crow: Does not drink. They don't enjoy the taste of alcohol and don't particularly enjoy being around others who are drunk; Arsenic and Ripper included.

Arsenic: The filter is off entirely when he's drunk. If you somehow didn't know if he liked you or not, you'll know. He's also a bit more clingy, especially to people he wants to sleep with. Unfortunately, with his already minimal filter turned down to zero, it also makes him a bit more combative, willing to fight anybody who actually talks back to him.

Ripper: He's extremely jovial, almost to an annoying extent sometimes. He's loud, wants to sing, dance, do everything he can to become the center of attention. He thinks he's helping everyone have a good time, but sometimes people just want to drink quietly and he doesn't realize just how much he tries to force others to join in on his fun. If he were just being like that by himself or with others who are similar drunks, it would be fine, but he tries to get everybody to do the same; which can be quite frustrating.

23. What's your OC's favourite memory?

Crow + Arsenic: Meeting each other. It's cliche, yeah, but these two definitely wouldn't be who they are now without one another. Crow was so proud to have caught Arsenic's attention with just knowing how to cook and the fact that someone that they felt was extremely attractive actually wanted to give them the time of day? And Arsenic actually wanted to be around Crow; he wouldn't ever deny that. He wanted Crow in his life and the fact that they wanted him back was amazing.

Ripper: Holding his kids for the first time. Don't ever make him choose between if it were holding Cody or Amy. Just, getting to hold both of his kids for the first time when they were born. That absolute feeling of nothing else in the world mattering except the tiny little human that he tucked close to his chest. Though, if pushed enough? He will admit he loves the memory of Amy's birth and holding her just a little bit more because seeing his four year old sitting on the hospital bed with Amelia, his daughter gently being held by her so that Amy was resting on Cody's lap. He'll tear up thinking about it every time.

#shut it void #ask meme #friend talk #bleumanouche #thank you bleu!#oc: arsenic #oc: crow holiday #oc: ripper

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milolov3nutella · 1 year

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So, here are my questions for the three:

For Ultimis Xiu: What are your thoughts about the crew and also about Ultimis Val? What do you like about her?

For Primis Xiu: What do you like and hate about your Ultimis counterpart? Also same question with Ultimis, what do you like about Primis Val?

For Hui: How does it feel like to work on the Cia? What's your first impression of Miles and Andros? And what do you find about Kaoru and Dimitri?

Hello, Shin! I see questions waiting to be answer.

Oh, the crew... yea, my thoughts for them are quite conflicted. Tank seems too rowdy for me, but we talk alot about family. Richtofen needs help, me and Nik always have to pull him back. Nikolai and I are technically good, he is drunk but when he isn't, he knows what he's doing. Takeo and I are a little distant, the only thing keeping us together is his sister.

And Ultimis Val? What can I say, she looks so cool. A bit cold, but I have nothing against it. I can see she is caring and only does bad things for good reasons. The one thing I like about her the most is her courage.

Yay! My turn!

Oh my goodness, can you stop being so impatient, Iittle me?

I'm not little! Anyways, about my ultimis counterpart, I like him so being like me, but more depressed. He got a family like I dreamed for. I dislike his nagging, always angry and non-fun attitude. Why got to be so negative?

Because of you and.... nevermind.

Uh, as for Primis Val. What is there to not like about her? She got skills she might even know! Loyal and courageous is someone you want to be friends with. She is a hundred times better than him.

I hate you.

Goes to Hui's office*

Another one? I guess I got time.

Me working with CIA? Well, I'm the lowest ranking now, so the things I do isn't very difficult. First joining, the CIA is like a base for heroes, I was honored to get picked. But after seeing all the brainwashed and secrets hid from the public, I feel... scared. Even worse, I lost my best friend's trust because of them. Even that, I am still thrilled to be here.

Miles is from the M16, so I kinda treat him like British, which is kinda mean to him. But he is not affected by my behaviour. As for Andros, he woke up after being brainwash. I felt bad for him so I treated him with utmost respect!

Kaoru and Dimitri, yup, I see them in the files before. Kaoru feels like a cousin to me, with my ancestors and her ancestors being friends. Eveytime I see her, I want to hug her but I hold the urge to do it since Dimitri is always beside her. Speaking of Dimitri, at first sight, he is...scary, not to offend him, but he needs to chill. He does genuinely love Kaoru and I see he never treats me badly, even after what we've done to him. The two are good people and deserves to know.

Thanks for the ask!

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britswriting · 1 year

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*Leighton's POV*

I always thought pregnancy was something beautiful. You're creating life. What's more beautiful than that?

"I can't believe you're 5 weeks along. I impregnated you 5 weeks ago!" Colby stated in disbelief, the two of us leaving our first OBGYN appointment.

"I'm 7 weeks now, thank you very much" I corrected, Colby rolling his eyes.

"You were 5 when you found out; which is.. woah"

"I'm honestly shocked I found out that early. I mean, I guess I had symptoms but they were also things I had with my period" I shrugged, "I just.. it was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, and I haven't gotten it yet so.."

"When can we tell people? I'm going to go crazy if I can't tell Sam, or my dad! You're having my baby"

"What about your mom? She doesn't get to know?" I chuckled, Colby groaning, which wiped the smug look right off my face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine" He dismissed and I decided to let it go for now, not wanting to ruin this moment.

"Alright, well where to next? We have a few hours before dinner with my family. Rumor has it, Lexi might actually show this time. Have you heard from Brennen?"

"I have not"

"Great. Perfect. Just fucking fantastic." I exaggerated, my chest dropping to my stomach as imagery of them doing more than friendly interactions flashes through my head. "If I see his hands on her-"

"Alright my next UFC fighter, calm down. She's an adult, remember?" He said, his hands squeezing my hips, stopping my movements.

"Whose side are you on?"

"Whatever side still lands me in my bed tonight" He smugly grinned and I glared, Colby kissing my forehead. "I know this isn't the ideal position to be in, but... look, we've all been there. We've all had our Brennen"

"Our Brennen?"

"You know, that thing that looks really fun and pretty and the second we smoke it, drink it or sleep with it, we regret it?"

I tried desperately to hold back my laugh, but little noises kept slipping from my lips, Colby trying to hold back his own smile.

"Isn't he your best friend?" I snickered, Colby shrugging.

"Sam's my best friend. Lately I don't know who Brennen is. He's been distant. If this is the life he wants to follow, who am I the one to stop him? Like I said, she's an adult. He's an adult. Can't really do anything about it"

"Doesn't change the fact that she's my baby sister"

"I know, and I love how protective you are of your family. Of our children, of me. But, we've got to let her make the mistake"

"What if he isn't a mistake?" I asked quietly. "What if she is with him long term? What if Brennen is her Gabe?" I nervously asked, the two of us walking past a few shops down the sidewalk.

"I thought you liked Brennen?"

"I liked Brennen before he put his hands on my baby sister"

"You can't keep saying it like that, Leighton. She's 21"

"She's still my baby sister Colby!"

"She's 21 Leighton"

"HE'S 28!" I shouted, catching attention from a few other pedestrians.

"Okay. Let's just take a breath. We'll see what happens at dinner, okay? Now, there appears to be a nursery shop two stores down. Would you like to go in there with me?"

Colby and I awed over different baby items, frequently bringing up when Gemma was that little, and how it feels like it was just yesterday that I was digging through thrift store bins for newborn clothes.

Colby ended up purchasing something, yet refused to show me what it was; claiming it was a surprise.

That evening we went to my parents for dinner, and quelle surprise, Lexi didn't show.

"Are you going to join us?" Logan asked, setting his plate on the table.

I shook my head, walking past the table, two plates in hand.

I carefully climbed the steps, peeking around my shoulder to see Colby following my lead, a small smile cracking my cheeks.

I mouthed "Thank you", Colby nodding.

Colby opened my moms door for me, my lips rolling inwards as I set the two plates on the dresser.

"Hi mom" I spoke up, my voice cracking, causing me to clear my throat. "Colby and I are here. We brought dinner"

"Hi sunshine" Mom's voice was hoarse, a lump in my throat appearing as I smiled softly.

"Here, let us help you" Colby announced, both of us walking over to help her sit up.

Once she was sat upright, we positioned pillows to keep her more comfortable. I handed her her food, Taking a seat on the bed next to her, Colby sat across from me.

"You guys didn't have to do this" She said quietly.

"Why wouldn't I want to hang out with my mother?" I asked, my mom beginning to laugh, only to start coughing.

I offered her a drink, softly patting her back until it subsided.

"If only teenage" She struggled, "Teenage you could hear... hear.. yourself" She joked, struggling to inhale and exhale easily, clearing her throat.

The three of us talked for about 10 minutes before the bedroom door opened again, Cynthia, Harper and Gemma walking in with their own dinner plates, a smile on my mom's face.

"Nonna!" Gemma squealed, Cynthia quickly telling her to be careful with the plate, taking it from the toddler so she could climb onto the bed, crawling next to Colby before taking her plate back.

"What are you girls doing in here?" My mom asked, her voice becoming more raspy.

"Eat wif Nonna!" Harper grinned, copying Gemma and sitting down in front of her grandmother.

I looked over, seeing my mom's eyes glisten with tears, a smile on her face as her family members slowly came in, taking a stand at the dresser, or a seat on the floor.

"You guys didn't have to do this" She whispered, Landon shaking his head. "You're our mom, mom. We want to have dinner with you"

I watched a tear roll down her face, setting my plate aside, I cradled her in my arms.

"Don't cry mom. We love you. You'd never let us miss family dinner when we were younger, what's different now?"

"I love you guys too" She whispered, wiping at her face.

"If you cry, I'm going to cry!" Cynthia fake whined, quickly blinking.

I moved spots with my dad, letting him sit next to my mom and before I could sit on the floor, Colby quickly offered me his spot.

We all sat in my parents bedroom, eating dinner with my mom, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for Lexi.

She was the only person missing.

Colby, Logan and the toddlers helped carry our plates back down to the kitchen, Cynthia, Landon and I stayed behind with my parents, My mom's eyes drifting shut every few moments.

"We should leave her alone to rest" Cynthia mentioned, my moms eyes popping open as she shook her head.

"Want to be with my family" She reassured, her fragile hand reaching out for mine, her cold hand enclosing on my warm one. "Thank you" She said softly and I nodded, my eyes watering as I took her all in.

The way she looked, the way she smelled, the way her voice felt like melted honey to my ears.

Landon quickly left the room, Cynthia trailing behind him, leaving me alone with my parents.

Imagery of when I sat on this very bed a few years prior, telling my mom I was pregnant went through my head like the best and worst dream imaginable.

"Why are you crying honey?" My dad spoke up, reaching out to place a hand on my knee.

"It's nothing" I whimpered, wiping at my face.

"It's going to be okay sunshine" Mom reassured me and I just nodded, swallowing the lump and throwing on a happy face.

She was my rock, now I needed to be hers.

I gnawed on my lower lip as I contemplated just spitting out that I was pregnant, not wanting to miss my chance, but I wanted to tell her with Colby.

I heard the cutest giggles get closer to the door before Gemma ran in, Uncle Logan chasing her, which was the reason for the giggles.

"Papa! Elp!" She squealed, trying to get away from her uncle.

I watched the scene unfold in front of me, tears streaming down my face as my dad quickly scooped her up, placing her between her Nonna and Papa where, and I quote "Uncle Logan can never get you" causing Logan to halt at the side of the bed, pretending her couldn't reach her, groaning of frustration as Gemma's eyes widened at the fact that her Papa was right.

"Go get him princess!" My dad encouraged, a cheesy grin on my daughter's face as she attacked Logan, Logan encasing her in his arms as he carefully fell to the floor with her, admitting defeat.

"I got Wogan!" She giggled, cheering as Logan pretended to play day. "Papa, I did it! I did it! I got Wogan! Wogan no get me!" She giggled, clapping.

I wiped at my face, sending my older brother a grateful smile to which he nodded at, Gemma crawling back into the bed.

"Nonna, Nonna! See me get Wogan!" She exclaimed, my mom nodding and slowly moving to hug her, telling her how proud she was of her.

I quickly excused myself, almost tripping over my brother who steadied me before hurrying out of the room and racing down the steps.

The tears streamed down my face as I speed walked into the kitchen, the impact of my hug on Colby causing him to wobble.

"Oof" He grunted, his hand gripping the counter as I balled into his chest. "Hey, woah! What happened?" He asked with a panic, his arms squeezing me tight as I cried.

"I can't lose her" I cried, my hand gripping his t-shirt like my life depended on it. "I can't- I can't-" I gasped, a struggled whine falling from my lips as Colby pulled away, cradling my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping the tears. "I can't lose her" I whimpered, Colby leaning down, whispering, "I know" between us, his breath softly hitting my face before he placed a sweet kiss against my lips, and I knew he could taste the saltiness of my tears before pulling away, "I know" He repeated before hugging me again.

"Come on. Let's go take a walk" He pulled away, grabbing my hand and leading me to the backyard.

The warm stagnant air smacked me in the face, my nose wrinkling at the feeling.

We sat down on the grass, the peaceful singular blades of grass grazing my bare thighs, the tickling sensation making me shift so I wasn't touching it, letting my fingers push through it.

"I don't recognize her" I confessed, staring up at the yellow and orange sunset, feeling Colby's gaze on me. "The woman in front of me isn't who I grew up with, and that terrifies me" I continued, turning to look over at the man I adored, his blue eyes intently staring back, the wrinkles from his held back frown shining on his face. "I mean, she's the same beautiful woman I grew up with. The smiles, the laughs... that's all her.. but her face?" My voice cracked, glancing back up at the sky. "I've never... I've never.." I swallowed, sniffling as I looked back over at him, "I don't want to live like this. To watch her like this. To remember her like this. The tiredness in her eyes isn't from getting old... and I hate that. Those eyes I used to stare into as she held me... they don't look the same"

Colby stayed silent and I sniffled, blinking the tears away as my fingers moved to the bloating of my stomach, sighing, I felt a hand grab mine, getting me to look down at our hands before back up at him.

"I've learned that life doesn't play to win, but teaches us lessons and as dumb as it sounds... maybe you need to go through this. I love you, and I hate seeing you in pain and to be honest, I don't know what to say to make it all better, but I'm here for you. I hear you and I love you"

"I love you too. Sorry for crying" I apologized, my hair falling down to cover my face from his view as I played with the grass again, Colby's hand brushing the left side of my hair to my back.

"Never apologize for showing your emotions. I'd rather you tell me you're hurting, than suffer in silence. I know you've suffered in silence, and I have as well. It fucking sucks. This shit sucks and it's hard and at times feels utterly unbearable.. but you're Leighton Rae Fox. The girl who kicks addictions ass, and raises a beautiful little girl on her own, even if she won't take credit for it. You fall on your ass and you get back up. Your mom is dying, and that shit is unimaginable unless you've truly gone through it... but we're doing this together. We'll get through it together. People can keep disappearing but you're never alone. I promise"

"Don't make promises you can't keep" I whispered, looking over at him, hating the way he was looking at me.

His eyes were full of sympathy and I could see he was trying to understand how I was feeling; yet coming up empty.

"I know" He nodded and I took a deep breath through my nose.

"Promise?" I asked, a small smile breaking out onto his face as he nodded.

"Promise"

"Are you excited to see Uncle Sam?" I asked Gemma, Gemma upset that she couldn't go into the airport with Colby.

She nodded, a pout on her pink lips.

"Baby, he'll be right back" I chuckled, taking a sip of my water.

Being the three year old she was, she didn't believe me, so the surprise on her face when Colby opened the tailgate for Sam to toss his suitcase into was hysterical.

"I told you bug" I laughed, Gemma waving at Sam who happily climbed into the backseat next to her.

"Gemma!" He cheered, asking for a high five which she happily returned.

"Just needed your uncle Sam to turn that frown upside down" I teased, Colby climbing into the diver's side.

"Dats what Papa says!" She giggled.

The car ride back consisted of us having small talk, Gemma overly excited to see Sam, practically dragging him throughout the apartment.

"I wish I had her energy" I muttered, Colby and I trailing behind the two energetic blondes.

"You're doing alright through, right? I know you said this morning your head was hurting"

I nodded, "I'm fine. I took meds. I forgot how annoying prenatals are though"

"It'll be worth it in the end, remember?" He smiled at me and I nodded.

"I mean, we get to take our meds together now" I grinned, Colby rolling his eyes as he unlocked the door.

Gemma immediately dragged Sam to her puff jar, explaining how it was empty because she already got her prize.

"Hey Aaliyah" I greeted, entering the kitchen and immediately noticing the full wine glass. "Wine? Again?" I cocked an eyebrow, confused why she was drinking at 1pm on a Wednesday. "Did the job interview not go well?" I asked, concerned at how she was slumped at my kitchen counter.

"Joe's a piece of shit" She hissed, surprising me with her tone.

I slowly approached, setting my phone on the kitchen counter.

"Joe as in a person, or Joe's as in the café?"

"The interview fucking sucked! I went in and she was all, you're late and I was all, haha LA traffic am I right? And she wasn't fucking having it, like it's my fucking fault I got stuck in fucking road construction! And that was the tip of the damn iceberg! She proceeded to basically be like, you're not skilled enough to take orders, run a register and give people their correct orders! Like it's fucking hard or something!" She complained, her arms flailing out of fury. "She basically insinuated that all I could be was a dishwasher! Which doesn't make as much money and if I wanted to do damn dishes, I would just stay fucking home!"

I just nodded slowly. "I'm sorry it went poorly. Did you apply to LA Fitness?"

She shook her head. "It fucking sucks! I was doing just fine before I uprooted my life for him and he had the fucking audacity to dump me! Like I was the damn problem!"

Before I could reply, Sam and Colby strolled in, Colby opening the fridge.

"Are you guys down to do pizza night? My treat" Sam offered and Colby immediately looked over at me, and I knew what was running through his head.

I shrugged, not sure if I'll have the same reaction this time, Colby slowly nodding.

"What was that look for?" Sam asked, looking between the three of us.

"What look?" I asked a little too quickly, Sam narrowing his eyes. "Where's Gemma?" I quickly changed the topic.

"Cleaning her room" Colby replied, confusing me.

"Willingly? She didn't throw a temper tantrum?"

"It's incredible what powers uncle Sam has over her" Colby laughed, Sam having a smug look on his face.

"What can I say? She loves me best" He playfully teased, Aaliyah scoffing, getting us to look over at her as she shoved herself away from the counter and left the room.

"What's her issue?" Colby asked quietly and I sighed, shaking my head.

"She's had a bad day"

"So she's being a bitch?" Colby shot back and I glared.

"Don't call my best friend a bitch"

He shot his hands up in surrender, "Okay, sorry"

The next few days Sam and Colby were busy working, but on one of their free days of that week I also had off, Sam and Colby inviting me to go shoot an explore video with them.

"Say hi to the explore club!" Colby filmed on his phone as I slipped on my shoes.

I flipped off the camera, Colby laughing.

"Leighton's moody" He told the camera, ignoring my eyeroll.

"Want to tell them why I'm moody?" I asked, grabbing my phone off the charger.

"Oh my god" He groaned, "Okay, listen-"

"Here we go!" I laughed, talking over him.

"Shut up. Don't listen to her!" He laughed, extending his arm so we were both in frame, Colby playfully shoving at my face as I laughed. "I'm kidding, I love you baby" He leaned over to kiss me as I laughed, but I happily accepted his affection. "Okay, this is why she's pissed at me-"

"I wouldn't say I'm pissed at you"

"Do you just want to tell the story?" He laughed, my face turning crimson.

"No, you tell it! I'm sorry!"

"Oh my god! Okay, it's not even that deep! We got up this morning and she wasn't feeling well and debated if she was even coming with us today, long story short she woke up moody; grumpy if you will. Very cute might I add. She strolled out of our bedroom looking drop dead gorgeous wrapped in her blanket that she's liked to sleep with lately-"

"G brought it to our bed one night and I've held it captive" I jumped in, a silly smile on Colby's face. "What?"

"You're cute"

"Stop!" I squealed, hiding from the camera as he laughed at me.

"I love you" He laughed, making my smile widen.

I fucking love his laugh.

"Anyway! I made breakfast as I've been doing lately. I put a ring on her finger and all of a sudden I've became the wife in the kitchen making pancakes and shit-"

"He's getting so good at pancakes!" I chimed in.

"You better not get sick of my pancakes. It's the only thing I can make"

"I'll try not to. As long as G loves them, I'm sure they'll continue to be a household hit"

"Anyway, she wanted M&M's right? She was craving like candy and shit and we try not to keep too much in the house because G is getting to that age where she likes to sneak things, so Leighton came into the kitchen into our hiding spot to find the hidden candy gone"

"Honestly I felt like my soul died a little" I noted, Colby trying not to laugh at my misery.

"Anyway her candy craving hasn't gone away, and I told her we could get some whilst we were out, but that answer wasn't good enough so now she's annoyed at me"

"You make me sound like a bitch. I'm sure the girls understand when that craving hits and you had it, and go to get it, and it's gone. Sam, and my best friend are in the house so who knows who stole it" I explained, Colby side eyeing me. "What?"

"It might've been me" He confessed, my jaw dropping.

"Cole Brock!" I scolded, Colby trying to keep a straight face.

"I'm sorry! I got hungry last night!"

"YOU LET ME CONFRONT SAM THIS MORNING! HE TOOK THE BLAME! COLBY!" I exclaimed out of disbelief.

"It's like saying the dog ate your homework"

"Oh my god I need to apologize. Where is he?"

"I think he's taking a shit"

My head cocked, speechless before shaking my head and leaving him be, Colby laughing as he stopped the recording.

Whilst in the car on the way I apologized to Sam for my monster like behavior, Sam declaring he and Colby had to stick together.

The entire adventure was annoying.

Not because it wasn't fun, but because it was really hot and I already felt like shit, so when we got back to the car covered in sweat, I demanded my M&M's and water, Colby apologizing to me since I did end up throwing up in the woods.

"Maybe we should get you those nausea bracelets?" He suggested and I groaned.

"You did this to me"

"I know, I'm sorry" He apologized, both of us completely forgetting that Sam didn't know shit.

"Oh my god you guys are pregnant" His eyes went as Colby and I quickly looked over at him.

"Shit" Colby muttered and I let out a huff of defeat, nodding.

"Oh my god! Congrats you guys! I can't believe you're doing this shit again. Oh my god I'm so sorry we took you on this fucking hike! If I'd known I wouldn't have suggested going back to Devils Gate!"

"I mean, gotta stay active, right?" I smiled, trying to stay positive whilst I feel like dying.

"Who knows that you're pregnant?" He asked and I ran my hands over my face, grimacing at the sweat.

"Aaliyah"

Sam's brow furrowed, "Just Aaliyah? When are you guys going to tell people?"

"I've been wanting to tell you for weeks man!" Colby complained, my jaw dropping.

"Hey! I said if you wanted to tell him you could. I just.. I didn't want to tell too many people too soon"

"Oh shit.. so I shouldn't have posted about it on Instagram?" Colby asked, his face looking alarmed.

My heart sank to my ass, "What?" I spoke out of concern and disbelief. "You better be fucking joking Colby. I'm only 9 weeks! Please tell me you're joking" I quickly looked between Sam and Colby, both of them holding straight faces until I saw Colby's lips tug upwards against his will. My eyes closed out of annoyance as my head tilted, taking a deep breath before looking back at him. "You piece of shit I swear to god"

"Your face! That was so good!" Sam started to cackle.

"I'm sorry baby, I love you" Colby laughed, his hand reaching back for me but I slapped it away.

"You're a piece of shit lately I swear to god" I shook my head. "Didn't you learn when I was pregnant with Gemma to be nice to me?"

"It was a joke!" He laughed, but I didn't find it very funny which made him sigh. Colby turned to Sam, "She's afraid of miscarriage, so she doesn't want to tell anyone yet"

"Ah, I see. Well, Leighton" Sam cranked his neck to face me in the car, "I'm expecting to be the godparent this time. Let me know what I need to fill out, what I gotta do" He joked, but I could tell there was some weight to his words.

"If I had it my way you would've been Gemma's god parent. I would've loved to have Aaliyah and you be the godparents, but sadly Gabriel is her father, so chase it was" I replied sarcastically, Sam cocking a brow at me.

"Not a fan of him?"

"Gabe's friends.. and me.. aren't the best of buddies I guess. His girlfriend Penny is nice though" I shrugged, Sam nodding.

We arrived at my parents house, a milkshake and M&M's in hand, Colby holding Gemma's milkshakes as he held the door open for us.

"Dad?" I called out, slipping my shoes off before walking throughout the home. "Dad?!" I called out again, the boys following behind me. "Dad?" I tried again, climbing up the stairs.

I checked Lexi's room, Gemma likes to play in there sometimes, the room empty. Landon's room was also empty, along with my old room.

I knocked on my moms door, Colby quietly asking if maybe they're outside, softly twisting the knob.

My lips pouted when I saw Gemma curled up into the side of my mom, my hand held to my chest as I looked back at Colby, Colby slipping his phone out of his pocket to take a photo.

He showed me the photo, nodding when I asked if he'd send it to me.

I took in their position, my Mom laying on her side with Gemma curled into her chest, my mom's hand resting on the back of my daughters head, a blanket pulled up to my daughters chin.

Where's my dad?

Colby and I left the room, walking back to the living room where Sam was sat, joining him on the couch.

We talked with Sam for a moment when I heard the front door open, my head whipping around to see who was walking in.

"Lexi?" I called out, watching my little sister freeze. "Hey" I said calmly, offering a quick wave.

"Uh.. hi" She muttered, slipping her shoes off and dropping her purse next to them.

"Fancy seeing you here" I teased, Lexi glaring. I dropped my façade, getting up off the couch. I walked over to her, Lexi jolting forward as I slipped on the hardwood, quickly catching my fall.

"Shit" Colby hissed, jogging over to me. "Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded.

"Socks and a wooden floor don't mix" I chuckled, my heart beating a little quicker from the unwelcome surprise.

"Please, be careful" He asked, Colby's firm grip on my hips keeping me steady.

He let go of me, Lexi watching us as I continued to approach her.

I opened my arms, offering her a hug, Lexi eyeing me.

I raised my eyebrows, tilting my head as I waited for her to make up her mind.

She apprehensively walked into my hug and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her squeeze me in our hold, repaying the favor.

"I've missed you" I murmured into her ear, "I love you" I continued, feeling her tense under my hold. I went to pull away before softly smacking the back of her head, Lexi gasping.

"Hey!" She yelled.

"You deserved it! You've been ignoring me for months!"

"I've been busy" She whined, rubbing the back of her head, my eyes rolling.

"Stop being such a baby. I didn't even hit you that hard"

"That shit hurt!" She complained, my eyes once again rolling at her being a baby.

"It was a love tap!"

"You're such a bitch" She grumbled, shoving past me.

"I'm a bitch?! You're being an asshole!" I called back, Lexi walking to the kitchen.

I followed her, Lexi opening the fridge, grabbing a pitcher of lemonade.

I watched her for a second, taking in her appearance.

Her black hair was now blonde, her makeup appeared heavier than I was used to seeing, her shorts ending mid thigh, her tank top showing a bit of cleavage.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my shoulder leaning against the archway.

"I'm fine" She muttered, putting the pitcher back.

"When did you dye your hair?" I asked, my eyes scanning her appearance again.

"A month or two ago" She replied, not looking at me.

"Yeah? Looks good" I nodded, pushing off the archway, moving to lean against the counter, goosebumps rising on my arms after leaning my forearms against the cool countertop.

"Thanks" She murmured.

"Things going okay?" I asked, trying to figure out why she was so timid.

Lexi was normally in your face, laughing and yelling, wanting your complete attention, and now she won't even look at me.

"Yeah"

I hummed, hearing the floorboard creek behind me, Colby walking into the kitchen, taking a seat at the barstool, sliding my milkshake over to me which made me smile.

"Awe, thank you" I grinned, happily sipping from the now melting drink.

"You're welcome" He smiled back. "Love you"

"I love you too. It's melting, but if I down it, I'll regret it"

"Hey Lex" Colby looked over at her, "How's Brennen?"

"Fine. Dealing with family stuff"

Colby nodded and the room fell silent, the three of us focusing elsewhere until the door next to the fridge opened, my dad walking in front the garage.

My dad's eyes widened when he saw the three of us here before cleaning his throat and setting a grocery bag down.

"What do I owe the pleasure of seeing three of my kids in my kitchen?" he asked and I smiled, walking over to hug him.

"We came to get Gemma" I explained, my dad patting my back, "And she was asleep with mom"

"Yeah they were out cold when I left" He nodded, turning to look at Lexi, "You're always welcome, but why are you here?"

"Came to visit mom" She said and I glanced at my dad, feeling sorry.

Twenty minutes later I heard the soft thuds of my daughter's footsteps before she ran over to Colby, a big tired smile on her face.

"Coco!"

"Baby G!" He grinned, his hands going under her arms, pulling her into his lap. "Momma, Sam and I got you a present"

"Willy?!" Her eyes went wide as she turned to look at me.

I got up and grabbed her milkshake from the fridge, passing it over to her.

"What do you say bug?" I coaxed, nodding towards Colby.

"Fank You!"

"You're welcome baby"

"What do you think? Aaliyah got me them" I smirked, my hands cupping my breasts where the skeleton hands were, shaking my boobs.

"Mm, I approve. Look at you" He hummed, scooting off the bed.

"She said I should wear things like this more whilst I'm pregnant, show off my bump I guess" I chuckled, looking down at where my mid-drift was, noting the bit of bunched up skin where the shorts pressed in.

"I can definitely get behind that. It shows off your gorgeous thighs, and your boobs look great in it" He complimented, his hands sliding down to my thighs, brushing over the recently shaved skin.

"I don't like this" I grabbed the fat, pinching it.

"No one does, but you look beautiful Leigh"

"You know how google said you show quicker the second pregnancy?" I asked, Colby nodding, his hands exploring my skin. "When do you think I'll show? I'm already fat, how long do you think it'll take to notice the bump?"

"You're not fat Leighton"

"Tell that to this extra flub!" I grabbed it again, shaking it.

"The extra flub makes you adorable. We've all got it" He pinched his own stomach, showing me his excess weight.

"I like your happy trail" I brushed my fingers against the soft hair, Colby shivering which made me laugh, his hands squeezing my hips, pulling me into him as he kissed me, his face full of confusion when I pulled away, until I dropped to my knees.

"Leigh-" He started, my fingers hooking into his pajama bottoms. "You don't have to— oh" He groaned and I smirked, kitten licking his tip before taking him in my mouth.

I hummed to try and prevent gagging, taking him as deep as my throat would allow, listening to his soft groans and grunts of pleasure, Colby reaching down to let my right boob fall out of my top as he tweaked with my nipple, my moan sending vibrations on his nerves.

Within a few minutes he was spilling down his shaft, my hand working up and down as I leaned down to clean up the mess, Colby groaning.

"It's so hot when you do that, holy shit"

I used my thumb and pointer finger to clean up around my mouth, getting up off my knees.

"Happy?" I snickered, Colby nodding as his hands cupped my face, kissing me.

"What was the blowjob for?" He asked, his hands moving the hair away from my face.

I shrugged, "Just love you"

"Yeah? I love you too. Are we showing that in sexual favors tonight?" He smirked, my cheeks becoming warm. "Is Leighton Rae horny?" He teased, earning a glare, only for the warmth to spread up to my ears, giving me away. "Why didn't you say so" He laughed, "I'd be more than happy to nuzzle my tongue into your pretty cunt if it means I get to listen to those beautiful moans of yours"

"Stop! It's not funny! Pregnancy hormones are a bitch. You don't have to return the favor, I just wanted to do something nice"

"You act like it's a dreadful job to pleasures you" He laughed, tugging me into him. "I don't know if you recall... but I'm pretty sure we both loved impregnating you" He hummed, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"You've got to stop calling sex that" I muttered, rolling my head back, allowing his assault to go further.

"Your best friend-"

"Aaliyah"

"Lives with you, right?" April asked, Gemma and Noel practically running down the candy aisle.

"Yeah. She's trying to get her own place, but she's struggling to find a co-signer and she won't let Colby and I help her" I briefly complained, hearing Gemma babble momma over and over again as she ran up to me, a bag of Reece's in her hand.

"Momma peas!" She shook the bag.

"No Gemma, no candy" I shook my head, her eyes narrowing.

"Peas?"

"No ma'am. You can get crackers or chips, but we're not doing candy"

"Peas!" She whined, her blue eyes beginning to water.

"You know the rules lovebug"

"Peas!" She tried again, but I held my ground which landed pitiful tears to roll down her face ending in a full blown tantrum in the middle of the aisle.

"Just wait it out" April spoke in a hushed town, my eyes darting around me, looking for any judgmental eyes as my toddler cried.

The second Gemma crumbled to the floor, I rushed over towards her, afraid of her accidentally injuring herself.

She thrashed in my arms wailing, my heart racing at the fact that she might hurt herself, and that we were in public.

"Gemma Lorraine, please stop and listen to mommy" I tried to reason, not wanting to raise my voice in the store, but I got ignored as she shrieked, shoving herself away from me.

Not knowing what to do and feeling extremely embarrassed, I just sat down in the aisle staring at her.

She gasped to breathe which immediately alarmed me, my whole body shooting up and rushing over to her.

"Hey hey, it's okay! Breathe. In... Out" I exhaled, Gemma's eyes wide as she continued to gasp for air, tears rolling down her face as the gasps turned to wheezing. "Please baby girl" I worried, trying to calm my own panic as I watched her struggle, feeling extremely helpless.

I pat her back as she coughed, looking over my shoulder at April who had her back to us, focused on Noel.

Flight, Fight or Freeze was kicking in and I could feel something take over me, pushing the panicking away as I focused on my daughter.

"Sit down, look at mommy okay? It's okay! You're okay" I reassured, her glossed over eyes cracking my heart.

I grabbed her hand, hating the scared look on her face. "Feel this?" I inhaled, placing her hand on my chest, Gemma nodding as gasped again. I exhaled. "Copy momma" I repeated it, placing her other hand on her chest. "In... out. Breathe Gemma, come on. Good girl" I exhaled, hearing the wheeze as she inhaled, anxiety racing through my veins.

"Is she okay?" I heard April ask and I quickly shook my head, picking Gemma's small frame up into my arms, cradling her against my chest as she cried.

"I need to take her to a hospital. I don't know what's happening" I rushed out, grabbing my bag out of the cart.

"Okay, let's go then" April nodded as I rushed towards the exit, my hand rubbing her back.

April drove whilst I sat in the back with Gemma and Noel, Gemma appearing to be breathing easier, but still more shallow than normal.

My brain flipped through it's mental files of what it could be, going through any family history, anything she could've ate, all the way down to her having poor lungs as a baby and being on oxygen and I couldn't figure it out.

Was it like a panic attack? Was it her lungs struggling to get air from crying?

"It's okay G, we're going to go see the doctor and they'll make you feel all better" I reassured her, wiping the tears off her sweet face.

My heart sat in my stomach the whole way there, my leg bouncing as I constantly watched her face, listening to her breathing.

I replayed the entire event over again in my head.

April and I talking, Gemma running with Noel before running back to me. Was she breathing fine then? Her asking for the candy as I brushed her off telling her no to her sobbing on the ground.

She was breathing fine before she was crying, wasn't she?

She was fine.

I would've noticed if she wasn't fine.

She had to be fine. She was my little girl. I would've noticed if something was wrong?

I couldn't shake the guilt that was sitting in my chest as I continued to reply every moment, cursing at myself for not paying closer attention, and ignoring her as she cried.

Was this my fault? Could I have prevented it?

"Ma-ma" She struggled, my head whipping back to her.

"Yes baby? It's okay. You don't have to talk bug"

"Co...Co" She gasped out, my eyes widening.

"It's okay. I'll call him, okay? Shh"

I heard her do another shallow inhale as I dug around for my phone, my hands shaking as I messed up my passcode, eventually getting in and finding his contact under "Most Recent"

It rang and rang and rang, feeling like it was never ending.

"Hey babe, I thought you were hanging out with-"

"We're taking Gemma to the ER" I spat out, looking back over at Gemma and then at Noel who was busied by April's phone.

"What?!" He shouted, making me wince. "What happened?! Is she okay?" He rushed and I heard a door creak open.

"No" I replied with a sharp inhale, Gemma's little hand squeezing my own.

"What happened?!"

"She's struggling to breathe"

"She's struggling to breathe?! What the fuck? Leighton! Oh my god I'm on my way. The ER closest to our house right?" He rushed out, sounding out of breath.

"Yes"

"Holy shit, okay. Sam and I are on our way. Call me when you get there, I'll be there in 15"

"Okay" I whispered, feeling my eyes sting.

The call dropped and I looked over at Gemma, a tear rolling down my face.

Memories of her as a newborn with an Oxygen tube flashed through my head, Gemma learning to walk, her being all smiley and giggly with Colby all the way to her playing with Logan at my parents went through my head as I saw her lip quiver before she coughed, scaring the shit out of me.

"It's okay baby, we're almost there" I reassured. "Coco's coming. Mommy's here. It's okay, I love you bug"

I replayed the moment at the store once more, not finding anything out of ordinary.

What the hell happened?

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I won't make you guys sit through a lengthy pregnancy lol. There is more to this book than her being pregnant, it won't be like Unbroken lol the baby is born before the book ends

Written on: February: 20th, 21st, 24th, 26th, 28th 2023

Published on: February 28th 2023

Word Count: 6659

Part Seven

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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Series summary: A very unfortunate situation happened and it resulted in very unfortunate events. You had everything, a good boyfriend that everyone dreamed of, best friends that you got in a twin pack, and a loving school. It was a calm before a storm and in your sixth year the storm came. You faced the consequences your deceased parents run from, you were only left with your only family, your little brother. What would you do in order to save him? The answer is, everything, even if it means joining a terrorist group of wizards, joining THE DEATH EATERS…

Chapter Summary: Death is inevitable

Note: there is no specific house:))) I would like to thank everyone that kept waiting and was patient enough, I started this series around March and now it is May. This is my very first series and I hope you all liked it! Again thank you so much❤❤

Warnings: angst, death, little bit of violence

Word Count: 4.2k

You stopped in front of a headstone. Your hair brushing your cheeks as the wind blew it. "Hey" you started talking, through the years the big lump in your throat slowly fades whenever you visit. "It must be nice there" you smiled and placed the flowers that you were holding down to the ground.

You breathed in the familiar smell of the field. The smell of the countryside was really different from London. Closing your eyes, memories of the past came flooding in.

[5 years ago]

"WHAT?" Phoebe, one of your roommates looked at you with shock, "what?" You chuckled as you ate a chocolate frog.

"What do you mean "what"? So we're just going to act like we didn't see Diggory in front of our dorm earlier" Alice rolls her eyes as she brushes her blond hair, "Oh yeah we got back together" you shrugged and sat on your bed.

"You really won't tell us what happened that broke the two of you?" Phoebe's voice became wary, she was trying not to say something bad. You shake your head and smile apologetically. "I'm sorry girls" you felt bad. You wanted to tell them of course, but even your best friends since first year don't even know. And surprisingly didn't even nag you about it.

"It's alright doll, we understand. Besides, Diggory is a great guy, you two are both smart enough to know what is right and wrong" Alice looks at you, there is always comfort in her eyes. Like she always knows what is going on even if you don't talk. She was the perfect example of the person that you can vent to and she will just listen.

"How about you girls, anything going on with your lives? Why is it always mine?" You laid down and stared at the ceiling. Silence filled the room. For about 10 minutes only the brushing of the tip of the quill to a parchment, breathing, and the noise from the common room are the only sounds you heard.

"Nothing much" you heard a bed squeaked, it was probably Phoebe's. "My life is the most boring one yet" Alice mutters and sighed, you can see her sitting on her bed. "I don't think so. Each of our lives have different stories. I don't think that's boring" you replied before you pulled your blanket and be completely eaten up by darkness.

Weeks have passed, it seemed to be doing great. Everything was falling back to pieces. After the school found out that you and Cedric got back together, George and the Beauxbaton girl also publicized their relationship, both of them explained that it really wasn't you in the photograph-which you completely didn't want them to do because you didn't owe anyone any explanation- but they still did.

Fred and Angelina seemed to be also doing great, well, especially how Fred is under Angelina.

Of course Barty Jr.-that's disguising as Professor Moody was always giving you 'the look'. Everytime and everywhere, even at class, even your classmates find it strange why Professor Moody always calls you, and then gets mad. They feel bad but you just let it all go, because you knew what his true colors are.

"Fred" she warns

"Frederick Gideon" with her scary tone

"Frederick Gideon Weasley" that's when you all know Fred was in trouble.

"Hello darling" you smiled and kissed Cedric's lips before you sat beside him at the library. You both have free time, especially him, tomorrow was the final task, he was trying to study spells that he might use.

"Hey" he stops reading and wraps his arms around your waist, "Tired" he murmurs while he buries his head on your neck. "You want to eat sumthin'?" You asked while playing with his fluffy hair, running your fingers through his scalp. "No" you can feel his breathing on your neck, it sends shivers down your spine.

After a while of complete silence, Cedric's breathing seemed to follow a pattern, that's when you knew he was asleep, in your arms.

You started humming a song that your mum used to sing you to sleep. You can't see his face, but felt it instead, his nose, his lips, his forehead, it felt peace. It felt like home.

And later on, you also found yourself getting sleepy, your eyelids drooping down. And before you give up on the warmth, your eyes found the book-or more like a magazine that Cedric was reading earlier, you didn't notice it earlier until now. You let out a smile before you closed your eyes.

'Real Estate Magazine, Countryside Edition'

You woke up early, dressed up early, showered early, and went to get breakfast early, and you didn't expect that a lot of students were up early too. Earlier than usual.

"Y/N!" You turned your head while you chewed a toast. It was the trio. "Hey" you greeted them as they sat in front of you. "You alright?" You looked at them while your forehead creased, "yeah" they all answered in unison, that caught them off guard.

"Harry's going to be fine don't worry" you shake your head and smile as you reach for another toast. "It's just that-" Harry stopped and his hand went to his forehead, where the scar is.

"His scar's been hurting ever since he woke up" Ron told you, his face was screaming with worry, just the same as Hermione.

"You should take a rest Harry. You still have til before dusk. I think that would be enough time to prepare and rest" you said, trying to cover the worry in your voice, and of course the fear.

You four continued to eat, the Great Hall was starting to get more crowded, noise, banners, cheers, they were all anticipating who will win the triwizard tournament. Although you should be joining this crowd, wearing shirts with the one they support, cheering, waving the banners at 8 am. You can't. You were filled with worry, Harry's scar was hurting, and it seemed strange that the Dark Lord wasn't doing anything the whole year.

And as you walked by Moody's office, it seemed like your suspicions were answered.

"I already handled it, Dark Lord. Yes, yes, but how about the girl?" You heard Moody, he was rather loud, obviously he used the opportunity as most of the students would be either outside or the Great Hall.

"She wouldn't be a nuisance, we have his brother. She will be extremely useful for the next few years. She has much more potential than her parents. Let her bloom Barty" a faint voice answered him, that was the reason Harry's scar was hurting since this morning. Mere communication can still cause it, you knew he couldn't possibly be physically here.

"What if Harry wouldn't be the one touching the cup?" Moody's voice was filled with excitement but at the same time, fear.

"I'll kill them. And you next. Better do your job Barty." The voice disappeared. Your eyes widened as you heard footsteps slowly approaching the door. You ran to the closest hiding spot and peeked.

"Better handle that girl then" Moody looked around before he drank again from his flask. "Polyjuice Potion" you whispered as you observed him.

He walked away, to the direction you came from, you waited until you made sure he was gone.

"Mad-Eye Moody!" You started banging the trunk where Moody was prisoned, your hands shaking as you got the key from one of the drawers.

"Moody!" You banged again, panting, your sweat started dripping. Your heart was beating fast, you have to do something. You sure don't know anything, but Moody surely does.

You finally opened the last layer of it and saw that he was there, peering back at you, he was thinner than the last time you saw him. And he lost a lot of hair too.

He seemed mad, of course, you were the only person inside the castle that knew the Professor Moody that was going around the school the whole year was an imposter, well aside from Cedric who was suspicious.

You started explaining to him, now this was the person that deserved your explanation, not the gossip people.

It took a while before he finally understood. He must be thirsty and hungry, but you didn't bring any food but only your wand. You looked for any container and luckily you saw a flask, it must have been a spare Polyjuice Potion, you threw the insides away.

"Aguamenti" you chanted and the flask started to be filled with clean water. You cleaned the mess you made and returned it from what it was when you entered before you slowly dropped the flask to Moody who was now drinking it like he hadn't drank any water for a whole week.

"I cannot hear clearly, but I heard Little Hangleton. You know that right?" You nodded at his question. "I don't know what and how, but they would try to bring the Dark Lord back. In power" he looks directly at your eyes, his gaze was piercing, he was expecting you to do something. And you will.

"I'll be back" the last words you said to him before you slowly closed the trunk, he nods slightly for a response, there was also something in his look, the same look you saw with your parents when they were about to die, the same look you saw with the people of the Order, it was a look of hope and pride.

"Hey hey" you stopped on your tracks and it snapped you back into reality, you didn't know what to do, "Y/N?" Cedric cupped your face, you looked at his eyes, his questioning eyes. "What's wrong, love?" He tucked strands of hair from your face to behind your ear. Your breathing started to calm down.

"They're moving Ced, I have to do something" you admitted, there was no point in keeping it a secret to him. His jaw dropped, he was now looking everywhere, trying to be cautious.

"What can I do to help?" He asks, you felt bad, and it seemed like he noticed it. "Don't feel bad, Y/N. You already carried too much burden, at least let me help you carry it" his mouth curves as he assures you. "It will all be okay" he whispers, still not letting go of your face.

You were still doubting, but he was persistent. "Protect Harry. Help me protect Harry, Ced" your eyes darted to him, both of you knew this was a life and death situation. This wasn't just those silly games you played before, you both only had one chance to save a life, and this was it.

"I will" he nods, there was more than just the tournament in his mind now. And that is to protect Harry. At all costs.

You observed Harry the whole time before the task, ofcourse, not being so obvious. You would join the three of them at some point, or drag Harry with you and the twins as they show the fireworks that they made and plan to light up when he wins or Cedric.

It was a win-win, Harry forgets that bloody scar while you keep an eye on him.

And now, it was Cedric's turn.

He kissed your forehead and gave you a little smile. "You did well. Let me take over" he said before he turned his back and let go of your hand. Amos waited for him and waved in your direction. The corners of your mouth turned up, trying to be nice to him, despite how you somehow despised because of how he always pressures his son, he always has to do this, reach this, be like this. It was not healthy.

You knew he was trying to be a good parent, but you wished he had taken lessons from your father before he died. Thankfully Mrs. Diggory was nice enough to appreciate Cedric's achievements, small or big.

"You alright?" Alice asked you as you sat at the bleachers. "Quite" you smiled at her and returned your gaze to the champions. You were with Alice now, well long story short, the twins were with their girlfriends, even Phoebe, and Alice invited you to join her so here you are now. You know Alice is beautiful, she is also great in academics, even she and Luna Lovegood could really pass as siblings, they have the same interest in things that were believed to be not there, and even their way of clothing were the same. But they both confirmed that they were not related. Still, you were still quite confused as to why she was not out there, having a partner.

"You know that guy?" She pointed to Gregory Goyle's older brother. "Yeah?" There were lines forming between your eyebrows. "He asked me out" she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders started shaking, you also laughed. "What really?" You asked in disbelief, you tried your best not to laugh out loud.

You hated Goyle, he always bullies the ones that he believed was weaker, even Alice. He always made fun of Alice and how she always tries to get people's attention. Now look how the tables have turned.

"He asked me out with those cheesy pick up lines, doll. I tried my best not to laugh and just rejected him immediately" you were both still laughing. She stated some of the pick up lines that made you laugh so much but you still tried not to be loud so in the end, you choked on your own saliva while she stifled a laugh as she pats your back.

The laughter seemed to be a curse, bad luck, or just joy before a disaster. Because right after that you all saw a yellow light sparked to the sky, it was from someone in the maze.

You were the only one who was not confused, because as that yellow spark flashed, it was a message for you.

'He is safe. Cedric's with him'

Red sparks were seen earlier, it must have been a marker for the injured ones, but the Yellow ones, the audience and judges didn't know what it meant, only you.

You started praying to the higher ups, if they were ever there, listening to you. You prayed that they would be fine. Only a few scratches, but still good. After just a few minutes another yellow spark was seen, the people decided to shrug it off, but you, you were beyond happy and relieved. The second spark should mean that they got to the cup. They should be arriving any second now.

You anxiously waited for them, ten seconds, twenty, thirty, and then a minute and they weren't still here.

'Little Hangleton' 'Back in power' ‘Dark Lord’ 'Coming Back' 'Do your job' 'Kill'

Voices started to cloud in your mind, Moody, Barty Jr., Voldemort, memories, you patched up the information you got.

And without even thinking twice you disapparated, thankful that Dumbledore lifted the anti-disapparition charm because there were a lot of outsiders anticipating the third task.

You grunted as you stumbled, you hated how apparition makes your insides like they were being squeezed. It was convenient of course, but you didn't like it.

"Kill the spare" you heard, your vision was still dizzy, but you knew that voice. Your vision was blurry, the world was spinning and it felt like your intestines were spinning too. It was the after effect of apparating.

You stood up, still feeling nauseous, “NOOO!” you shouted as you ran, there were figures and you knew who they were. “Avada Kedavra!” it was definitely Pettigrew, no, not Cedric, not me, not Harry, don’t kill us, please, the words repeated in your mind. The few steps felt like a hundred, you wanted to stop time, and as you rushed towards the figures your vision was slowly being clear. And by the time you can entirely see clearly, you wished, you hoped, that someone blinded you, you wished that this was a dream, hallucination, but as you collapsed on your knees, as the rough ground kissed your legs, it was all real.

“Alice...” tears started to fall from your face as you looked at her face. Her reddish cheeks was now white, her lively eyes was now soulless, her warmth,

It’s gone, she’s gone.

“YOU!” You stood up, picking up your wand, Cedric stood beside you, “Free Harry” You commanded him, your nose was now flaring, glaring at the two figures in front of you, Peter Pettigrew carrying the weak Voldemort.

“Expulso!” you incant, in a snap, Voldemort was now dropped to the ground while Pettigrew was far away, “I’ve had enough of you. You and your values” you stared at Voldemort who was now crawling away, he was so weak, and this was the only time you could do it. The only time you could take revenge from all the lives he took.

“You’re so weak, and you should stay weak” You stepped on his thin legs, he screeched like a creature tortured, “You deserve, every, single, pain” now you stomped on his hand, you felt the bone touch the sole of your feet despite wearing shoes.

“Sectumsempra!” you cried at his pleading face, you thanked that potions book you saw in the classroom. You watched as so blood just came out from the child like figure in front of you, for a second you thought you were doing something beyond your morals, but you remembered, the images of people that this person-no- monster killed, the mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, and friends, he took away so many lives, he made the world like his playground, killing whoever he felt to kill, and that justified what you did. Regret was not even near.

“Incarcerous” Cedric’s voice echoed, the tense was back again, Pettigrew was still here, “We’ll take care of him” he told you, giving a second to glance at the lifeless Voldemort that was on the ground, curled, you nodded as an approval.

And like a vase dropped, or someone threw a big stone to your head, you remember Alice's bleeding body, her opened eyes but why? Why is there a ghost of a smile plastered on that doll-like face?

You slowly walked to her lying body, you never expected that this would happen, that she, she would do something like this. Did she just suddenly hold your arm as you disapparated? Is that why she splinched, her arms, even her legs were bleeding.

“Dumbass, did you even know where I was going.” you kneeled, reached for her face and removed the strands of hair that were blocking her face. “You’re so dumb. Who’s going to call me doll anymore” you blinked and a tear fell straight to her cheek, you blinked again, another tear fell, you blinked, again and again, and at the same time, tears fell on her pale face, you cried, wailed, even shouted while hugging her body.

She was there when you needed her, she was there to understand you. She was there when you cried, laughed, even if you were sick, she was there.

“Doll, come here.” Alice called you while you were packing your things, you were a mess, you just heard that your mother was ill, you have to go home. You sighed and let go of the clothes and walked towards her, she tapped the seat in front of the mirror.

“You know, you should always look tough in front of the people you have to protect. That’s what my parents told me before. The people that saved them from the Death Eaters, they were tough, I told you about that right?” she started brushing your hair, you examined your reflection, your eyebags were visible, you were also definitely thinner than usual, you felt drained.

“Before my ma died, she told me information about those who saved them. My ma and pa owe their life to them.” even if you didn’t look at her face, you know she was smiling. “She told me that when they were being saved, the woman was pregnant” you can feel the gentleness from her touch.

“And?” you asked, she was now tying your hair, “and she told me to protect that child, a token of gratitude for giving my ma and pa another tomorrow” she placed the flower accessories in your hair.

“Did you protect the child?” you turned to her and saw her eyes twinkled, “I still am doll” she replied to you before she handed your bag. Alice used magic to help you pack, you laughed and hugged her, “Thank you” your mouth curved into a smile. “Aww it’s nothing” she waves her hand and rolls her eyes, acting shy. “Shut up” you chuckle before you turn your back and step outside.

“You impulsive lady, how about that child you should protect. How can you protect them if you’re dead” You were still crying, thinking about all the memories you had with her, and how you would tell Phoebe, she would be heartbroken.

Was it really necessary? Are sacrifices really necessary? You just wanted to stop a war, a cycle, you wanted to follow the path your parents took, are deaths really necessary? In exchange for peace, a life should be taken. A meaningful life, someone's daughter, friend, and stranger.

[present]

“Y/N!” a woman’s voice called you, you turned your head and saw a woman, her hair was now just above her shoulder, brown curls jumping as she walked the hill. “Phoebe” you greeted and opened your arms, she sprinted and hugged you.

“Oop, be careful with the tummy” you grinned and touched your tummy, there was already a big bump, you were pregnant. “Hello there little one” she lowered herself and talked to your bump.

“It’s her death anniversary isn’t it” she straightened herself and was now staring at the headstone.

Alice Constance O’Brien

March 12, 1978 - June 24, 1995

“Hmm” you answered, peace and silence enveloped the both of you. “It was Alice all along.” sadness took over your face as you remembered what Alice has done for you.

Loving daughter and friend

A hero

“Ced that night when you saw me following the man. Why were you still roaming?” you asked Cedric as he sat at the library.

“I haven’t told you yet? It was the Head Boy, well technically it was Alice actually, she told me that the head boy couldn’t find me so he asked her to tell me. My schedule changed that time” he muttered as he chewed a pumpkin pasty. Your eyebrows shot up and just shrugged. You owe Alice an acid pop at Hogsmeade.

“She was the one who told me about your situation. She must have known about the dark mark but never told us. She wanted to help you, but in the shadows.” Remus admitted as you talked to him about Alice’s death. He was shocked, the whole society members actually. They are now taking care of his subjects that were lurking around.

“Hello ladies!” George and Fred suddenly appeared, both of them wrapped their arms around each of your shoulders. “Fred. I prefer women, thank you” Phoebe removed Fred’s arm and even tried to dust it off, “Rude” Fred squinted his eyes at her while she just smirked and flipped her hair.

“Where’s your husband and brother?” George asked and also placed flowers at the ground. Now there were a lot of flowers for Alice. “You’re liking that aren’t you?” you talked to the headstone, you were all just silent. Even the loud twins fell in silence, they liked Alice, not romantically, they admired her, how she was unique, always had a voice, and how she stood up for herself.

“I love it doll” you heard a whisper as the breeze came by, you knew it was her, it had always been her. She was still there, watching.

“Oh Alice” Phoebe started crying, the twins tried to offer her a hug but she went to you instead, you sniggered as you saw their offended face.

They all felt her.

“Hey!” two voices called all of your attention and there it was, Cedric your husband, and your eight year old brother. Theodore hurried to the twins that immediately picked him up, he liked them. “We bought snacks.” Cedric raised a basket and spreaded out a cloth to the grass.

“Are you crying?” Cedric inspected Phoebe who still has her nose red from crying. “Yes. What about it” she rolled her eyes and got bread from the basket while Cedric was still arranging the cloth. “I’m just asking.” Cedric chuckled and shook his head.

You observed each and one of them, they all changed, with their own careers and life, of course they will change. Cedric was now working at the ministry, he did once think about being a professional quidditch player, but he felt like a work at the ministry would be better, and he liked it. The twins and their joke shop was still going, stronger as it was before, they’ve built quite the reputation, and Phoebe, she was now a Herbologist, she always had an interest in plants.

And you, you also built your career, with your dream job.

Are you seeing this Alice? I made it. We made it.

You carefully sat at the cloth and they all asked you what you would name the child inside of you. Your eyes gleamed, you always knew that if you had a chance to name your child it would be…

“Alice”

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Deconstructing Baseless Harry Potter Arguments#2 (i) : Harmione Edition

Obviously I once again do not mean to target all Harmione shippers. I know quite a few who're very good human beings and tolerant and accepting above all. However these aren't. In this case, you might sense quite a bit of levelheadedness in the beginning, however you must not be fooled as it goes south and takes a nasty turn very quickly. Don't get your hopes up, this is some of the worst shit I've ever seen, especially the way in which it progresses through its course. Naturally, for this post I have picked my own style of writing which will match that of those redditors. Reddit is the perfect breeding ground for all these weird cults, honestly. I shall be resorting to a formal language and style of conversation, very much like a debater would to sound as pretentious as these do. These posts are found on the instagram handle toxicharmonyshippers who gather such toxic musings and sayings for Harmione shippers while respecting the ones that are nice.

Oh yes, let's use words like 'vehemently' to sound smart, why not? Of course, this little tidbit of the highly stupendous post seems more or less civil at the start. They also have the common decency to say "some Romione shippers" rather than generalizing all of us. Very nice of you, how very saint like. Let's wait till they drop the act and show us their true colors. Harkening back to the argument, I have but one question for you, "where do you find these people?". Where's the proof? Who are these radical Romione shippers who worship Ron and dislike Hermione? I haven't seen any such shippers and I am surrounded by Romione shippers on tumblr, instagram and fan fiction sites as well and haven't met the people you speak of. Some point out her flaws, yes, but no one hates her or dislikes her that much. I have seen two or three Romione shippers across hundreds and thousands who're skeptical of Hermione's perfection. Skeptical. Not hating, disliking, or anything. Of course, unlike this person, I have evidence: find these pi charts for your referral (clickable): https://imgur.com/a/QfPnQbB

you can, through these, see the amount of Hermione bashing across Harry Potter fanfiction and you can see that even in Romione fanfiction there's more Ron bashing. Hermione-bashing is a non-issue. That's what it is. Regarding the "nagging" statement, where's the lie in that? "Annoying" is somewhat subjective, I personally don't find her annoying at all. Who are these people and how often do you find them? "Mary Sue" is only reserved for Movie!Hermione. I have only seen book fans call her that. No one has ever called Book!Hermione Mary Sue. The movie does paint her as a flawless, all-rounder who's also drop-dead gorgeous. Only things she's bad at are flying and divination, all of which she denounces as useless, even though flying is like biking for wizards, divination, sure, not that important. with a teacher like Trelawney, even I would denounce it as hokum.

Remember what I said about waiting for them to show us their true colors, well here they are. Bask in the glory of their senseless arguments. Why, I am from reddit, heck I have 25 thousand karma points on there, I just left because it was too stupid for me but I can argue like them very well. And in this case I would like to say that these people are under the impression that Ron is just there in the story for the sake of existence. And he doesn't work hard. That argument is of course, wrong. Because Ron (in no particular order):

1) fights a troll when he's 11

2) is willing to sacrifice himself when he's 11

3) stands up for his friends

4) makes sure Harry feels like he belongs in the family

5) worries about Harry and rescues him from literal jail

6) stands up against Draco rather than by-standing and enabling his behavior

7) tries his level best to make sure Norbert the dragon is in safe hands and carries it out, albeit not in perfection

8) is with Harry every step of the way in his confronting the basilisk

9) sends Harry and Hermione long letters and calls them often to check up on them

10) stands up on a bitten leg to defend his best friend

11) always apologizes for any of his mistakes and is forgiving when others wrong him

12) works his way to join the Quidditch team unlike Draco who most certainly bought his way in

13) destroys at least 2 horcruxes

14) finds out how to defeat a horcrux

15) has an excellent enough memory and observation to notice Harry speaking parseltongue and also using it to his benefit which proves he's resourceful

now since I have 8 more such pictures to rebut and I do have a life, I will stop. These aren't even a twelfth of the remarkable things Ron has done though, so rest assured.

oh wait what did you say about him just existing and not working for anything? If I recall correctly, he did just as well as Harry did in school and didn't score well only in subjects he didn't care about. Which is true for most people except for Hermione who has an eidetic memory which not everyone has, understandably. Rote memorization is not the best way to get by in life, by the way.

what are the "so many reasons" behind why Harry is the best fit for Hermione? Kindly share so I can rebut those too, I'm rather free nowadays, my finals have been cancelled. You say there are so many reasons but don't even give one, yet you want me to take you seriously. I'm afraid that's impossible.

Romione shipper here, i don't dislike Hermione. I haven't met or seen many people in the book!romione fandom who dislike Hermione (except for Movie!Hermione). The question of someone you like ending up with someone you dislike doesn't particularly make sense. In Friends, Chandler ends up with Monica: now I'm not the biggest Monica fan (I don't hate her but I don't like her very much either) but they are my favorite couple because they make sense. It's about compatibility and character traits, not liking or disliking because that's just a set-up for a ghastly invitation for people to pair up hideousness. "Oh yeah, I like Harry and I also like Hagrid, they should be together. I mean it would be very very disgusting but that's my logic, now, you can't fight it. "- that's how you sound. Please read what you write. Your logic is just...abysmal. That's all I can say without breaking my resolve and berating you with colorful profanities.

This is without the doubt, the easiest one to rebut. It's a delight to see such terrible arguments at my disposal. Come on, dear Harmione shippers, write something that makes me question my choices, not things that make me scoff in disbelief.

In this case, you're essentially providing us with theories. Unproved theories and speculation of what you believe because you'd say anything you like. Where's the proof of your theory, though? Where is that crazy radical Romione shipper who does this? Kindly show me these people. Oh yes, you wanna say we objectify Hermione and disrespect her and view her as a prize. This aches me, that you believe this. No one has ever insinuated this, ever, in the history of anything. What is this winner-loser theory? How do you round off Harry Potter to "an alpha-male ends up with lead-lady" trope and still say you're a fan of the series? Harry Potter doesn't fit in with that format. Ron, Hermione and Harry are co-heroes. Similar to how there's no main character in Friends or the Heroes of Olympus series or the Avengers. We're not living in the 80s anymore. Hermione will be a hero, invariably whether she ends up with Harry, Ron or no one. She ends up with Ron and that's it. Talking about her like this doesn't make you sound any better either. Now you're calling me a misogynist because I don't support the ship of two people who describe themselves as siblings. That's very mature of you. Well here's the thing- I'm not a misogynist. It's as simple as that. I believe that women are capable of anything and everything. I believe Hermione is an amazing person and she is a hero and a different person. I believe the series would be impossible without her. I believe she is no one's prize. There's no requirement of a prize. I just think, similar to canon and the truth and her romantic interest, she will have a great relationship with Ron. There's nothing complex or deep about it, really. No personal weird-thing, no psychological complex, no internalized misogyny. There's nothing deeper than what I said. I am not sexist. I am a feminist. I am all for women empowerment. I love women with the fabric of my being. I love Hermione. I think she's amazing. You only become sexist when you ship people with unstable power dynamics, a bully-victim relation or something of the sort. Neither Romione, nor Harmione are sexist. Heck if you paired Neville with Hermione you wouldn't be sexist. And I hate talking about this so much, I can't even tell you. This talk does make it sound like I treat Hermione like an object and I assure you I respect her and I normally won't talk like this unless someone just outright calls me sexist for something that's not sexist. And this is that situation.

in the case of Romione, no one is too good for anyone. Both are amazing people who're heroes and have done amazing work. That's all I have to say. There's no league, they are romantically interested in each other. I have no intention on sounding lame, but, in love there is no league. As long as you're not putting in any effort and are extremely lazy and leech off of your partner, there is no such concept and no, Hermione is not "too good" for him. Unless of course you're talking about movie Hermione, who is too good for anyone.

5) (halftime!)

oh yes they try to pull this off and wonder why we hate them. Classic. This person likes to sound british, so let's switch up our language, yeah? At least then I won't be out of my element. Let me correct ya, Ron at his best is an amazing, loyal, friendly, brave, strategic hero. There you have it. Ron and 'git' can't be used in the same sentence. Now if you talk about Ron's achievements, I re-iterate you to point two. If it's too much work, here:

1) fights a troll when he's 11

2) is willing to sacrifice himself when he's 11

3) stands up for his friends

4) makes sure Harry feels like he belongs in the family

5) worries about Harry and rescues him from literal jail

6) stands up against Draco rather than by-standing and enabling his behavior

7) tries his level best to make sure Norbert the dragon is in safe hands and carries it out, albeit not in perfection

8) is with Harry every step of the way in his confronting the basilisk

9) sends Harry and Hermione long letters and calls them often to check up on them

10) stands up on a bitten leg to defend his best friend

11) always apologizes for any of his mistakes and is forgiving when others wrong him

12) works his way to join the Quidditch team unlike Draco who most certainly bought his way in

13) destroys at least 2 horcruxes

14) finds out how to defeat a horcrux

15) has an excellent enough memory and observation to notice Harry speaking parseltongue and also using it to his benefit which proves he's resourceful

hey, see, I like Ron and I took the time to copy-paste this instead of asking you to scroll up. And I'm a lot of bad things but I am not lazy. I stick to my deadlines like Hermione. I start my homework in library class and continue it during phys ed the day its given. And I am not exaggerating. Bloody hell, I wish I was. I'm the ceo of deadlines, mate, don't tempt me! So you can see that Ron is much more than just a "nice bloke". And being a "nice bloke" isn't a bad thing either. He's all the things I said: intuitive, strategic, helpful, loyal and on top of that he's also a nice person. Yes, I do see a bit of myself in Ron. I do. I see the insecure side. I waste my time hating myself and criticizing myself and undermining myself, telling me I'm no good. But Ron overcomes that. He inspires me to appreciate myself. Is that a bad thing? Are you going to shame me for having a low self-esteem? Do you want to worsen my low self-esteem and make me feel more like shit?

Now the person who replied to your comment saying, "he isn't a nice bloke most of time.", he is. He is not being nice twice in a span of 7 years. How often do you act rudely or with jealousy? Wasn't Harry yelling at everyone in caps lock in OOTP. Now I don't condemn him for that because he's a fucking hormonal teenager like me and that would make me a hypocrite, but by your logic why don't you condemn him? Or why not condemn Hermione for saying "I only date good Quidditch players" and shoving canaries at Ron's face because someone else kissed him, while she kept using Krum and Cormac to make him jealous. She wasn't being a nice girl, then, was she? Now, once again, i don't dislike her or hold that against her because guess what, mate, I'm a hormonal teenage girl who gets jealous most of the time and would probably react in a similar fashion in the spur of the moment (Not defending her actions here, just putting myself in her shoes.) In short, Ron is a nice bloke MOST OF THE TIME.

It would be misogynistic to think that. The thing is, NO ONE DOES my dear friend! My dear daft friend. I have never heard anyone say that! why are you so hell-bent on portraying us as misogynists when no one ever says that? Stop assuming. Just stop. You are crossing a limit here, aren't you? Yes you are. You cannot say these sort of things. We never said that or believed that, no one ever said this to be a reason to ship Romione. God what is wrong with you? Literally, stop fucking ASSUMING god damn it! Do you want me to assume things about Harmione shippers? Do you want me to go there? Because I will go there! I will go there the moment you tell me to. Just challenge me.

Ron is not a perfect best boi , the reason why so many of us like him is that he's imperfect and tries to become better through the course of time. You are once again assuming and I am once again asking you to stop.

Ron might be an ordinary wizard. He might be poor, sure, but he's a pure-blood and won't face much if he chose not to fight. But he did. He fought. Now I identify with Ron's attitude a fair bit, but I am also likely to spend my day in a library without noticing. People aren't one dimensional. Stop trying to act like you're a psychologist, i know you're not. I don't even think Hermione's overbearing at all! You just insulted someone you're a big fan of. Jesus.

Both Hermione and Ron are strategic, jealous, passionate, feisty, argumentative, intellectual...

that's like 6 similarities. They aren't polar opposites in the slightest. Their differences are just: workaholic, not workaholic. Nerd, not a nerd. Like that's fucking it, man!

being relaxed doesn't make you less independent or driven. A relaxed and levelheaded Hermione will think through things, not be impulsive, not panic etc. She doesn't need Ron. I don't understand your obsession with acting like we ever insinuated that. Then she doesn't need Harry either lol. Stop shipping her with Harry, then or like shut the fuck up. Being a bit relaxed won't stop her or anyone from hitting great strides. Just don't get relaxed to the point you're lazy and casual about everything, that's it.

What do you mean? Ron is balanced. He does finish his work on time. And even if he does procrastinate, she could also help him not and be more driven. Of course, this is an open invitation for you to call me a sexist bitch because I said that she could help him and now you'll think her goal is to help him become better yada yada yada. Fuck off. Defeating the horcrux taught him enough. He respected her. He remembered about the elves when she didn't. He begged to be tortured instead of her. He wouldn't need it because school work and jobs are different and the same person might perceive those differently. Calmness and relaxation doesn't hinder your potential. Not caring and laziness does. You can't function if you work and are stressed 24/7 with zero breaks. Period.

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No i do not want (nor does anyone want) Hermione to become Ron. Being slightly calmer doesn't change up your personality. I'm sure many people dislike those sort of fanfics without a doubt. I hate OOC and I don't want Hermione to lose her intellect with Ron because that makes no sense. Ron himself is intellectual and loves arguing with her. They'd boost each other, more like it.

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okay thats it i am exhausted as fuck. thanks for reading, i appreciate it. notes and reblogs are appreciated, this takes work.

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bumbershots · 3 years

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LOVEFOOL

Author’s note: HELLO! This is my part for the Valentine’s Day challenge that @1dffchallenges put together. Make sure to keep an eye out for any other pieces published by other authors. Enjoy! And happy Valentine’s weekend! (:

Summary: Harry agrees to go on a blind date set up by his friends in hopes that it will help him move on from an unrequited love.

Word count: 3K

Challenge prompt and dialogue: blind date set up by friends. “I don’t want this to end...”

There’s a first for everything. Harry’s had his fair share of them at the age of twenty-seven. First time on an aeroplane at the tender age of six for a family holiday in Rome. First kiss on his home town’s park with someone he deeply cared about. First time in a recording studio. First time going on tour. The first night spent alone in his new and barely furnished home. The first morning he laid eyes on the girl next door. The ugly heartbreak after she got married, certainly felt worse than his first one.

Life is full of firsts, Harry knows that, and he wishes to have been the first to sneak his way into Jane’s heart, all those years ago.

"You love her" it almost sounds like an accusation coming from Jeff, though the last thing he wants is to make Harry feel guilty. The musician doesn't reply, he shrugs, eyes never leaving her no matter how deep into the ocean she seems to be. "Does she know?" Harry shakes his head in denial. "Did you bring her along just so you could tell her?"

"I enjoy writing music with her, that's why she's here," his tone leaves no room for more questions, the manager knows and sighs defeated. Harry stands from his spot on the beach and heads back inside the house, alone.

Is he being that obvious?

He reviews the past few days and wonders where he slipped, nothing rings any bell. Harry completely and conveniently forgets how he doesn't nag her for having a smoke after dinner, instead he just opens the window and stands close to it, or how he's been making her a cuppa everyday at noon. But it was the time when Jane asked him to help her French plait her hair when something clicked in Jeff's brain, the way Harry beamed at such a simple request left no room for questioning. Yet he asked him, because there was that tiny chance of it all being part of the manager's imagination, but when he looked back on it, the little things now made more sense to him and in a way he always knew.

They've been in Port Antonio for two weeks now and everything was going just dandy, Harry was writing more than ever, the first week he had a new song every day, he even polished the old ones and had a tune for his favourites, thanks to Mitch's help. When Jeff Azoff got there earlier this week, he spent a good two hours talking to Jeff Bhasker about how much of a good idea the trip was.

"Harry is on a writing spree." He complimented Azoff's client, it was nothing but the truth. However the reason for it all, was now heading back to the house to join the others after a good surfing session.

Jane went straight to take a shower, ready to rinse all the ocean's saltiness from her body, thinking how wonderful it would've been if her own worries could be washed away with her tangerine shampoo. In contrast to Harry's good spirits and excellent mood, her own cloud of trouble seemed to follow her all the way from London. She still hadn't heard from her husband, so it is safe to say he was still upset about her going away to work in Harry's album. It was impossible for her to forget the argument they had, at first thinking it was a joke on his side, insinuating that they were ‘shagging behind his back’.

After her shower, wearing comfortable clothes, Jane joins the others for supper but keeps to herself, still with the dichotomy about calling Alex or letting him be. He will eventually come to his senses and apologise.

What if he doesn't?

The thought alone of her clothes being packed in boxes by the time she gets back home almost makes her cry, perhaps she can call or text him just to test the waters. It is ridiculous how she seems to be more mature about this than him.

"Penny for them?" Harry's voice brings her back to the now empty dining room, the voices from the rest of their party can be heard from the living room.

"God I'm sorry H, lost myself out there for a moment," she is embarrassed, with him, the others and herself for letting this situation get under her skin. And she's also avoiding talking about it, with Harry or anyone. "I was just thinking about the tempo for Sweet Creature."

"Liar," he hates to be shut down by her more than anything. "Is it because I didn't let you eat the last peanut drop the other day?" It would've been easier for her to say it was, than to address the actual reason. But Harry hasn't lied to her, ever.

"No love, although I was a bit hurt because of that, it's actually this thing with Alex we are, I don't know, he was upset with me and said some things," Jane couldn't finish, her speech was cut short by a quiet sob and Harry was quick to pull her from the chair onto his lap and hold her tight. His own heart speeding at the sight of her distressed.

"When was the last time you spoke to him?"

"Two weeks ago." Her voice barely whispers on his chest, "he's being a wanker to be honest, just because he's not going on tour with any of his bands I'm supposed to be a stay at home wife!"

"Why don't you explain this to me, from the beginning, please?" He asks rubbing her back soothingly, and she spills it all, the having kids now or never argument, to her wanting to have a proper wedding party and finally the latest fight where Alex suggested an affair going on between her and Harry, the latter had to do his best not to put the option on the table, since her husband so kindly suggested it. Might as well, he thought. "It all sounds like a big misunderstanding, I know you're a great communicator sunshine, so it baffles me that you've let this go on for so long." He's got a point.

"You're right, but I feel like it's his turn, you know?" Jane's done weeping, but remained on her friend's lap and arms, head resting on his shoulder. "He's always forward, mature, a proper thirty year old except when it comes to arguments where we ought to reach an agreement," she plays a bit with the cross hanging from his neck, a scowl on her pretty face. "Like with the children thing, we only stopped arguing when I said that maybe in two more years we could have one instead of, you know, my early thirties." It's good that she can't see how upset Harry is.

"You gave into that one, he should do the same but it's his choice," Harry sighs and can't believe what he's about to say. "Take the day off tomorrow, call him or FaceTime, Skype whatever you choose, but have a proper conversation with him." She wants to argue and say it's not necessary to be absent the whole day, she can spare a few hours. But she will need time to think about what to say, make her point clear so they are on good terms until she goes back to London.

"Fine, but if he is still acting like a dickhead afterwards, I'm not going to let it into my head anymore, we will continue to bask in this great work environment going on here." Jane states, pulling away from his embrace just enough to give him that stern look she uses when trying to make a point, and Harry nods with a warm smile, the one she never gets tired of seeing. "I'll call it a night now, gonna be asleep in seconds now that I've got that out of my chest." She stands from his lap, missing his warmth instantly. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime honey pie." Harry says before leaving a kiss on her left hand that burns her skin from then till morning.

Jeff joins the musician in the dining room right after the girl walks away to her room, he takes a seat across from him and scrutinises the look of adoration his friend still sports once she is out of the room.

"She'll never know, if you never tell her." Jeff is right, but the thought alone of going through that again scares him to death. Or so he says, because there's a part of him that is fond of the thrill it makes him feel.

"It's not like I haven't tried, just last year I told her," Harry remembers that night vividly, how pretty she looked even with her makeup all smudged under her eyes. "I'm not sure if she heard, it was too loud like where we were at the time." He was also pissed out of his mind.

"H, there's nothing wrong with being in love."

"I'm not saying it is, but even if she did love me I– I would find a way to hurt her. Anyway. she's happily married now, it's too late." Saying it out loud doesn't hurt him any less like he thought it would. Harry sighs in defeat before rising from the chair, "she's everything to me, I wouldn't mess with her head by confessing my feelings, deep down I always knew she deserved better and now she has it and that's good enough for me." The musician disappears through the corridor where his everlasting love did just a few minutes ago, he paused for a moment outside her room, pondering whether to barge in and just follow his instincts, kiss her like he should've done after winning that award back in 2014.

Harry shakes his head and goes straight to his room, he reminds himself that it was time to let her go. It's for the best. He is not good enough for her, he can't even write a song for her, about her. He mustn't love her that much then.

What Harry doesn't know is that he can't write a song about her because he loves her too much, the poor lad can't even figure out where to start. But he's about to get rid of that curse in a day or two, he just needs to be patient.

The reward for it came, all of a sudden Harry wrote too many songs about her until she inevitably became aware of the situation they were in. Harry vowed to stay away from Jane’s life after recording the album. He dated people that didn’t remind him of her, and even moved temporarily to Japan. But despite all his efforts, four years later Harry still finds himself thinking about her, everything seems to be tainted by her. The music he adores, the new dinner recipes he cooks, the books he chooses to read.

Completely out of options he agreed to this blind date his friends set up for him.

He arrives at the modest restaurant they so kindly chose for the occasion. “All you have to do is wear something nice and show up.” Alexa reminded him over the phone last week.

This is a new first for him, it is also exciting, to take a seat at a table for two conveniently placed at the back, pretend to pay attention to the menu but let his green eyes avert to whoever approaches. Harry is having a great time, he knows that soon his date will arrive. He wonders what they’ll be like.

According to Alexa and Pixie, the person arriving is the perfect match for their young friend. Harry can only hope they like Vietnamese cuisine because that’s apparently this place’s special offer this week. If he’s lucky enough the date will agree to share a starter and perhaps two main courses, that way he doesn’t have to choose between one or the other.

“Here’s your table.” Harry hears the waiter speak and his gaze meets a very familiar figure standing beside him. It can’t be.

“Excuse me, there must be a mistake, I’m waiting for someone else.” Harry protests.

The waiter shakes his head and shows him the notepad with some specifications written down. “Nothing wrong, got specific instructions from Miss Chung, a lady will come in to say is here for Geldolf’s blind date, you are sitting at the table they reserved. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.” He is quick to explain and disappear.

Jane sits because there is no way she can stand any longer, her legs are about to give out from the commotion. This was not the blind date she was expecting either. It’s been at least four years since she last saw Harry. The night after he finally admitted being in love with her, waiting for a reaction, anything from her, after what seemed like hours but was only ten minutes later, he walked out of her house and entire life, leaving her confused and upset.

“How’ve you been?” she asked after confirming that Harry wasn’t going to up and leave.

“Pretty fantastic, until you arrived.” He’s never spoken to her like that before, with so much affliction in his tone. “What are you doing here?”

“I was set up on a blind date by Pixie—

He interrupts her. “That’s fucking convenient, did you all went to this much trouble, just to mock me? I thought they were my friends, you know, that even after everything, they cared about me.” Harry stops, his voice breaks, he’s so angry, hurt and confused by the situation. “Did your husband come along, to witness my humiliation too?” He looks around, trying to find the man of Jane’s dreams.

“I wouldn’t know if he’s here, haven’t seen him since we got divorced three years ago.” She snaps before hiding behind the menu from a gobsmacked Harry.

The words he’d been waiting to hear were finally out of her mouth. Unlike the million times he dreamt about this happening, Harry is not sweeping her off her feet and running away into the sunset holding her hand. Instead he reaches out to touch her arm, testing the waters. He waits for her to lower the menu and surprisingly there are no tears in her eyes. Perhaps only a bit of sorrow that is quickly replaced with confusion, at how fast her heart raced after Harry’s touch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is back to oozing the tenderness he reserves just for her. Jane nods.

“But can we share a rice bowl and Pho noodle soup?”

“Yes, and dessert too!” Even after four years Harry’s sweet tooth hasn’t changed, Jane sighs before the waiter is back to take their order.

Keeping a conversation between the two of them is not hard at all, even if it is an awkward topic —her not so recent divorce. “We didn’t have anything in common anymore, there were so many fights every single day. When I finally suggested the separation, he seemed relieved and I felt like a complete fool.” Jane remembers the sigh of comfort that came out of the man she once loved with all her heart before that rainy afternoon, when she finally decided that she’d had enough. “He left that night, hadn’t seen him since, his lawyer took care of everything,” a sour laugh escapes her lips, Harry’s eyes are full of sympathy for her. “I’m sorry for ruining your blind date, I know you’ve never been to one before.” Of course she did, she knows him better than anyone.

“This has to be the greatest date I’ve ever been to.” He speaks without a second thought.

All those years Harry spent away from Jane were not going to be in vain. He was not going to neglect the feelings he still had for her. That affection he felt for her, only her. Harry shifts in his seat, this is not at all how he planned it, in a restaurant full of people on fucking Valentine’s day. It almost seemed like a tacky move.

But after all this time of pining for her, hating her and himself at times. Harry was brave enough, it was now or never, he didn’t want to wait any longer, not after his friends schemed and executed this soppy plan to bring the two soulmates together. Before she could take the final bite of dessert that Harry kindly left for her. The world stopped.

“I don’t want this to end...” Harry says with a dimpled smile she can’t look away from. “I’d like to take you out on a second date, a third, fourth, fifth. Believe me when I tell you, I have planned up to a thousand of them.” He takes her hand in his and can feel her pulse race along his own. The smile splits his face again, because he knows, he feels, he sees it in her beautiful eyes. “Janey, you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to. I know there is a name for this emotion, I’ve written songs about it, but now I don’t think it’s a word big enough for us.”

She squeezes his hand and breaths out a laugh, tears of joy brimming out of her eyes. “Let’s call it love, until we come up with a better name for it.” Harry agrees and just then, Jane brings up his hand to her lips.

His skin tingles where she kisses him for the first time and he beams at her.

There’s a first for everything, and although it feels like it for Jane and Harry, this isn’t by any means the first time they confess their love for each other. It was always there, in every laugh they shared, every song they wrote together, every touch. It was on Harry’s unwavering devotion, on his impatience and selfless actions throughout the years.

They were bound to be together, their story didn’t begin on that initial blind date, it did years ago after he caught a glimpse of her shiny black hair on the morning she moved into the house across the street.

Harry drives her back to her new flat on the other side of the city, enjoying every minute of the long ride, happy to hear her ramble about her newest obsession with romantic novels and burst out laughing after Jane confesses that sometimes she doesn’t finish reading books she likes, just to pretend the story keeps going. With a quick kiss to the back of her hand he completely agrees.

No tale is more compelling than one that never ends.

#1dffvalentine #harry styles

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skzsoft · 4 years

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raising our voices

stray kids 9th member au,, m.list

conflict between two members has been going on ever since kirei joined the boys. three weeks go by and kirei decides she has had enough of it, but perhaps getting involved wasn’t the best decision.

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every family fights. i knew that, however i didn't expect it to happen so soon in stray kids. when i first met the rest of the boys, they all seemed to get along perfectly. they all seemed incredibly close during that first practice we had together. but it had been nearly three weeks since then and i had quickly caught on to the conflict happening between jisung and hyunjin. i also discovered, from jisung, that there was no specific reason for their feud; they apparently just didn't get along.

when i first noticed the snappy comments between them, all i wanted to do was get them to stop. i felt this urge to try and resolve their conflict, but seungmin discouraged me from doing so, saying that it was probably best that i didn't get involved. i understood at first, whatever their issue was it wasn't any of my business. however, as these three weeks went by i had to admit that the whole feud was starting to become more and more of my business, and everyone else's too.

the constant nagging between the two was tiring and always brought the mood down whenever the group was practicing, we could never catch a break. even if it was their issue, it was affecting the whole group. i can always see it on the members' faces, the look of irritation or fatigue. so it became evident to me pretty quickly that their business was also my business, it was the whole group's business.

not all of us happened to live together just yet, so far there was only a few members living in a dorm together. the company had told us that they would let us all move in once we started shooting the reality show, so for now i was living alone in my parents house.

my parents are currently living in my hometown, gold coast, back in australia. but they own a house here in seoul, which i've been living in by myself for the last few months. this meant i could escape the arguing when i was home, but this still has never stopped the constant urge to intervene anytime hyunjin and jisung fight.

today happened to be a bad day, i arrived to practice late because my bus from school got delayed. i also left my umbrella at home this morning, not aware that it was meant to rain, and got soaked on my way back from school. and the cherry on top was that i forgot to put a change of clothes in my locker at jyp, meaning i had arrived in a drenched school uniform with nothing to change into. minho has very kindly let me borrow his spare clothes, which consisted of merely grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

i was not in a good mood to say the least, and i was certainly not in the mood to hear any arguing between hyunjin and jisung.

the practice started off normally, with a quick warm up and some stretches like we usually did. we also started learning some choreography for warrior's descendant, the song that we'd perform at the upcoming showcase. it was just about one month away so we has time to practice and perfect the dance.

there was one particular move that jisung seemed to have trouble getting the hang of, which didn't really matter for now as we had a lot of time to practice before the showcase. hyunjin, however wasn't letting him off the hook.

"jesus jisung you can't even do this simple move, how the hell are we going to able to debut if you keep making small mistakes?" hyunjin remarked, frustrating jisung who didn't hesitate to snap back.

"at least i can rap and sing properly, shame you're only good at dancing"

usually i was patient with the two of them, but my mood today definitely did not have the patience to tolerate their pointless arguing. usually i'd try to think before i say anything or try not to raise my voice, however i wasn't in the right head space to do this today.

"oh my god can the both of you stop arguing for once? it's tiring and it's bothering everyone here, grow up guys." i snapped mindlessly, not realizing an argument would break out afterwards.

"yah, it's none of your business. so stop trying to get involved in something that doesn't regard you. if it bothers you so much you can go back to the female trainees." he spat, looking directly into my eyes with a vicious stare. it was probably the first time i had ever made actual eye contact with him too. i was to angry to even care about what he had said about me, all i wanted was the feud to stop.

"hey hyunjin don't say things like that" minho butted in. hyunjin didn't pay much attention to him however.

"look leave kirei alone she hasn't done anything, all she wants is peace, but your too much of an ass to make any effort at all" jisung said, defending me. i appreciated his defence, but i also wanted to speak for myself.

"you're making it everyone's business by constantly starting shit!" at this point i was just mad, mad that he wasn't listening, mad that he was being selfish and disregarding how everyone was feeling.

over the last three weeks, i hadn't had any trouble getting to know the others guys. i was able to get really close to them, even changbin who had been awkward for the first week — turns out he was just overwhelmed by my addition do stray kids, but also constantly reassured me that he did want me in the group. the only person that i had made no progress with whatsoever was hyunjin. even when i tried starting up conversations during or after practice, he'd always give me short responses and just walk away. there was simply just zero effort being made, and it was becoming extremely frustrating honestly. this probably added to the reason i was getting riled up.

"okay guys! cut it out! seriously!" it was bang chan's loud voice resonating through the whole practice room that made the three of us silent. we all stared at him, not knowing what to say at all.

"i'm honestly really disappointed in how unprofessional the three of you are being right now. kirei, you're right, the bickering is incredibly tiring for the team, but raising our voices like this only makes it worse. i'm expecting more from you three in the future. so please, just cool off for the rest of the practice and figure this out peacefully in your own time." bang chan finished, clearly not impressed in how the three of us had acted today.

in a way, i was frustrated that my efforts were being discredited. but i ultimately understood chan, he was only doing his job as leader. perhaps i had acted irrationally, we all would have been better off talking about everything privately.

the rest of the practice went by without any more snarky comments. i think the two boys got the message, loud and clear. when practice finally came to an end, i noticed chan giving the three of us a look, a look that seemed to be encouraging the three of us to talk. so, i said goodbye to the other guys as they packed up their stuff and left; i once again thanked minho for the clothes.

soon the practice room was left with only myself, jisung and hyunjin. not wanting to waste anytime, i immediately began to question hyunjin.

"look hyunjin, i have absolutely no problems with you. i want to be friends, so if i did anything to you can you please talk this out with me? for the sake of the team." i questioned, he seemed to have let his guard down quite a bit. he sat down cross legged on the floor, jisung and i quickly followed.

"i'm sorry i've been such an asshole to you for the last three weeks, you really don't deserve it i'm just an idiot." he said running his hands through his hair, visibly annoyed at himself. he looked up at me, and i gave him a look encouraging him to continue.

"i guess, when i first met you during that monthly evaluation i had been crushing on you for a few weeks and i was just shy and awkward. i got over it pretty quickly but when chan mentioned you were joining us, i don't know, i just felt weird. and when you finally came, i just felt even more awkward because i didn't know how to react this whole 9 boys - 1 girl concept. either way, it's no excuse to the way i've treated you, especially today. so i just want to say sorry, i really am." what chan had said seemed to have really made hyunjin think, because he had poured his entire heart out in a matter of minutes.

i felt grateful that he had finally let his guard down and told me what was going on. i had to admit i didn't expect him to have crushed on me, but it was in the past, nearly two years ago, it didn't matter anymore. on the other hand, i could sense how jisung felt in that moment, probably not expecting hyunjin to open up like had.

"i understand hyunjin, and thank you for saying all of that. i accept your apology. i just hope that we can be on good terms and get close now" i stated, to which hyunjin nodded and gave me a warm smile. in three weeks he had never smiled at me like that, it made me happy.

"well, i guess i'm done here then" i said, getting up from the floor and grabbing my things. i looked at jisung, who's was begging with his eyes for me not to go. but i knew that it was better if i left them, it was their issue not mine and they needed to figure this out for themselves.

"please try to talk things out, i don't care if you guys aren't best buddies afterwards. just at least try to resolve it or agree to be professional. i'll see you tomorrow boys." i finished before walking out of the practice room. i felt satisfied with how the day had wrapped up, sure it had it's ups and downs but i learned a lot.

we were a family, and no family is perfect. we argue, we fight. but in the end family is family, the love will always be there.

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targaryenimagines · 4 years

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Reign

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,022

Summary:

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Dany's side of the story.

"Khaleesi it isn't safe," Tyrion pleads, his desperate voice bouncing off the stone walls of the hall.

"I never believed that it was," Daenerys says, coolly, her voice coming out with perfect disinterest. "But, I need allies and the Island of Videvik is the most powerful army we could have by our side."

Tyrion sighs despondent at the words that ring softly down the hall. "They're the most powerful, Daenerys, but they're also the most dangerous. There is a reason that they've been left alone for so long. They don't want any outsiders coming in, and they make sure to keep it that way."

"I know you think me a fool Tyrion, but please believe me when I say that I'm not going there blindly or without protection. My children will be by my side throughout it all, and you know how Drogon gets when he perceives any danger that could be a potential threat to me," Daenerys says as she stops in front of the council rooms door. Turning towards her dear friend and advisor who was still nervously fidgeting. She could tell that he was clearly displeased by her lack of caution when it came to her safety. Offering a slight smile she rests her hand on his shoulder. Trying to show him without words that there was nothing to be afraid of. Her faith in her children and the men she was taken was unwavering, and she hopes Tyrion will see that.

Bowing his head Tyrion speaks with resignation laced within his tone. “Of course, Khaleesi, I will trust your judgement and try not to interfere too much.” Daenerys allows a warm smile to spread across her lips at his acceptance, but as she moves to step into the council room Tyrion grabs her arm. His hold gentle but an underlying tone of urgency made it like iron. His words only showing what his grip was trying to keep hidden. The fear that he had for her and the worry that came with it. “Please be careful, Dany.”

“Always.”

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The wind is like a siren song against her ears. The sound only being able to come to fruition when on dragon back. When a person was high enough in the heavens to feel like they were apart of it. The sweet whistling tone was melodic in its embrace. It was like a fine wine that only got better with time. The sound was the sound of home and it filled her with a sense of belonging. A feeling that she hadn’t had for a very long time.

A small smile curls her lips when Drogon gives a soft hum. The sound seamlessly joining the beautiful song that wrapped around her. Rhaegal and Viserion soon joining their brother in the music only they could hear. The air was starting to come alive with dragon song, and it was a beautiful thing to behold. For so long the world had been deprived of it and now it was getting to hear it once more. Something that fills her heart with a sense of warmth and happiness. A feeling that only her children could ever invoke in her.

Turning her head she looks down at the ground below her. The sparkling water of the Narrow Sea shining underneath the sun. Causing the blues and greys to glow with an ethereal light. It was a sight that took her breath away for she had never seen such a sight before. A thought that causes a fond feeling to wash over her body as it reminds her of Tyrion. The man who had teased her about getting lost in her observations of the world. Saying that she was in her head more than any scholar and that she had to be careful about it. Stating that she should never be distracted in public because the moment her guard was down someone would strike. That no matter what she should always be somewhat wary of people that she is not familiar with.

It was advice that he kept reminding her of as she was getting ready for this trip. His worry and overall fear for her driving him to nag her, and if he was anyone else she would have snapped at him. However, he was not anyone else he was her Hand and one of her most trusted advisers. She could tell that he was nagging her because he was worried. A fact that warms her heart because Viserys never worried about her in the sense of her actual wellbeing. He cared what she was doing because she was an integral part in his plan to get back the throne. It had nothing to do with his brotherly bond to her or his fear for her safety. So having Tyrion actually worry about her filled her with warmth, which is why she didn’t care that he was nagging her. He was doing it because he cares for her and that is all she could ever ask for. Not that Missandei was any better when she learned about the planned trip, but she was much more soft-spoken about it. A thought that causes her smile to have a softer edge.

She wishes that her best friend was able to make the trip with her, but Daenerys knows how dangerous it is. She had no other preconceived notion than that. There was a reason why no one ever returned from Videvik. She knows that many believe her impaired by wanting to go there, but she needs the allies. She needs to have people that she can trust, and she knows that the inhabitants of Videvik are strong and hardy people. However they were, more importantly, loyal to anyone that gained their trust. Something that Daenerys wants nothing more than to earn.

She had to earn it because if she didn't… she has no idea what will happen to her and her men.

There could be no other alternative. If not for her for the people she brought along. She refuses to let them die for her like this. Against their will and without any idea that it was about to befall them. She had a duty as their leader to protect them.

By the Seven Hells she was going to, or die trying.

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Daenerys paces the length of the hall she had been told to wait in. Her nerves causing her hands to fidget by her side. Something she tries to rectify by clenching them, but soon her fists started bouncing on her thighs. Finally, with a sigh, Daenerys sits down on one of the chairs against the wall. Her eyes trained on the window opposite her. Trying desperately to not think about the potential executioner that could be heading her way.

She isn't always old fashioned, but Daenerys does prefer her head when it's attached to her body. A thought that brings amusement rushing through her body. Tyrion would be proud of her cynicism in the face of this danger. Though he would probably be angry at her for getting herself in this situation to begin with.

A feeling that comes to a screeching halt as the door swings open. A woman stepping through in a floor length dress that reminds her of Valyrian fashion. Daenerys meets the woman's intense gaze and tries not to fidget.

Instead Daenerys stands with her back straight and a charming smile on her lips. Trying to show that while she is trying to be cordial she was also there on business. Meaning that although she didn't want to be disrespectful towards the woman before her she couldn't allow herself to appear weak.

To appear complacent in the face of adversity.

No, that was something she had to be with Viserys. She refuses to be so again and she will try her best to never be again. Daenerys believes that she can be polite and courteous without bending over backwards for them. If she had to do that she would let herself be killed.

A Khaleesi doesn't beg or plead, but she does make allies and that's exactly what she was going to do.

"So you're the Breaker of Chains?" the woman asks, her voice bouncing off the walls. Her gaze still leveled with Daenerys's own. As if she was assessing her and Daenerys had to fight the urge to once again fidget. Instead she opts to respond to the question that was given to her.

"I am."

At her confirmation Daenerys watches as something relaxes in the woman. Her eyes turning soft and a small smile curling at her lips. With a few graceful strides the woman is suddenly in front of Daenerys. Her scent washing over her in an intoxicating cloud. Daenerys has to fight herself from inhaling too deeply at the scent.

However, despite being relaxed by the woman's scent, Daenerys still tenses when her soft hand touches her bare shoulder. Not used to being touched in such a manner without proper warning or foresight. Something that the woman seems to be aware of by the way her smile grows.

With a warm squeeze the woman speaks. Her eyes sparkling with warmth and happiness. Both of which exude into her tone causing Daenerys to liken it to honey. "Then, your grace, welcome to Videvik. How can we help you?"

The question only causes Daenerys's own smile to appear. Her shoulders sagging in relief at the words. Thanking the gods that this didn't end in disaster.

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Daenerys opens her eyes and stares at the throne with a soft smile. Her eyes sparkling with happiness at the sight. She couldn't believe that was in front of her. After so long of fighting and surviving she was finally here. She was standing in front of the throne her family had built.

A founder smile pulls at her lips as she thinks of the reason. It was all because of her love and her army. Once Videvik had joined her ranks none of her enemies stood a chance. The alliance between the queen of Videvik and Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen was a sight to behold. Not that many lived to tell the tale of it.

However, her army wasn't the only thing she earned from the alliance. She found her true love in every way in the queen. Her love, her mate was everything to her. For she was kind and caring to those she protected and cared for, but fierce and cold to those she didn't. She was compassionate and loving without being too overbearing. She was everything and more to Daenerys, and the Khaleesi felt so lucky to have her in her life. Daenerys couldn't think of a better person to rule by her side.

She just wishes that the start of her reign started better. The thought of it brings a pit of despair back into fruition. Daenerys wishes that she had realized what was happening before it was too late, but she hadn't and because of her mistake hundreds of innocent people were killed. Daenerys closes her eyes and wishes that she would have noticed the barrels. The barrels that contained something more volatile than dragon fire.

Wildfire.

Daenerys can still see the green flames tearing through King's Landing. She can still hear the screams of her people as they were engulfed by it. She can still feel the heat of the flames on her skin as she tried to rescue people. She can still smell the ash that clogs the air. She can still feel the despair and anguish that permeated the air. All because she hadn't noticed the barrels.

With a sigh Daenerys opens her eyes once more and tries to control her grief. She was going to honor all of the people that died, and make sure their families were taken care of. It was the least she could do for what she did.

Approaching footsteps pulls Daenerys out of her thoughts. Turning she can see the burly figure of Jon Snow approaching her. Allowing a small smile to appear on her lips Daenerys approaches the man. Her eyes sparkling with warmth at the sight of the man.

"Jon I'm glad to see that you weren't hurt," she says as she stops in front of him. Her eyes assessing him, despite her words, for any injuries however small.

She watches as a small grimace makes its way onto his face, and couldn't help the frown that flashes across her own. She watches as his eyes flash conflicting emotions. As if he was trying to decide something, and Daenerys watches with horror beginning to spread across her body as his hand drop to his side.

Backing up Daenerys stares at Jon with an aghast expression. Her eyes not believing what she was seeing. The man she considered a close friend was planning to kill her, and she knows that she doesn't have a chance. She's unarmed and alone in the throne room. Drogon was resting after the day's event, and she knows he won't be able to get to her in time.

She meets Jon's gaze and can see the pain that's starting to grow in them. She can see the way his hand trembles slightly with the weight of his emotions. It was a sight that gave Daenerys hope that he may not do it. That he may talk to her instead of killing her. That they would be able to get through this without bloodshed.

Taking another step back, towards the throne, Daenerys raises her hands. Trying to show Jon that she wasn't a threat. While desperately trying to figure out what to do. In the back of her mind she can feel Drogon's shifting emotions. She can tell that he was waking up and was becoming aware of what was happening. She could feel the fear he had for her. The worry that was festering inside of him, and she knows she has to stay breathing for just a little longer. Drogon would be by her and she would be protected. She knows that her son would never let anything harm her.

Focusing her gaze back on Jon she knows what she has to do. She has to keep him occupied at least until Drogon arrived. Daenerys begins to speak her words coming out in a soft whisper.

"Jon you don't have to do this. Please think about the repercussions that this will cause," she says, her voice taking a begging lilt despite herself. Though she couldn't bring herself to care. All she could think about was the fact that she would be leaving her son and love. That the man she entrusted her life with was going to kill her.

"I'm sorry, Dany, but there is no other way," Jon responds, his own words softer than Daenerys ever thought possible. They hit her in the chest all the same. The weight of them crushing her. Daenerys could feel tears starting to prick her eyes. Assassin's have been around her for her entire life. She had been fearful for her life for as long as she could remember, but she's never reacted like this before. She's never felt as crushed as she does now, because Jon Snow wasn't some hired mercenary. He was her friend, she trusted him and this was how he repaid her. With a knife figuratively in her back and literally in her heart.

Taking another step back Daenerys tries to find her words, but none come to her. Everything leaving her in the moment she needs them the most. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Blood rushing in her ears at a deafening rate. She could feel the soft touch of the wind against her skin. Can feel the way the stone of the dais underneath her shift. She can feel the moment her heart breaks as Jon begins to move towards her. His eyes showing his remorse but his movements fluid as he pulls out his dagger. The metal shining in the dying light of the day.

Daenerys feels her heart stutter as Jon stops in front of her. His brown eyes leveled with her violet and she wishes that it was someone else. That Jon wasn't the one doing this. She wishes that her love was with her. That she could hold her one last time. Daenerys wishes that she was able to say goodbye to Drogon. That she was able to hold him one last time because she wasn't able to do that with either Viserion or Rhaegal.

She wishes that she had more time.

Staring in brown orbs Daenerys allows her eyes to slip shut. Not wanting to look at the executioner standing in front of her. She doesn't want to see the face of her friend as he killed her. With a deep breath Daenerys prepares herself for the pain. The burning hot feeling as the knife goes into her, but nothing happens.

Instead the heavy presence in front of her is replaced by a much lighter one. Feeling a soft hand against her cheek causes Daenerys to open her eyes. Her gaze taking in the most beautiful sight she's ever seen. Her love was standing before her with ash covering her body, but a smile on her face. Daenerys could see the worry in her gaze but she doesn't do anything as Daenerys launches herself into a warm embrace.

Both women holding onto each other as tightly as they could. Knowing that they very nearly lost one another, and Daenerys drops her gaze to the floor. Seeing the still form of Jon Snow laying before her fills her with grief, but she can't help but be happy that she was still breathing. That she was able to be in her loves arms once more.

That her mistake didn't kill her. That everything was righting itself in the world, and that would be able to begin her reign with the woman she loved.

For Fire and Blood may have come to Westeros. Peace and mercy was staying, and the reign of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen was just beginning.

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💥hewwo can I pwease get a romantic male matchup for bnha (darkbox bc I live for angst) (music box) when you have the time uwu

Levi he/him gay entp supposedly (also if it's not too much to ask please no characters under the age of 18 please)

I've been described as having a strong and loud personality, I'm extroverted and outspoken. I'm pretty eccentric too.

I value friendship, kindness and standing up for others.

Goal wise I'm pretty aimless. I dont have any goals, if I die well I guess that's it babey. In the meantime I'm just here to help animals and people who need it.

Positive traits: I always stick up for people in need, I'm good at reading people, I'm good with animals, I love to make people smile and laugh, cheerful, good at talking my way out of bad situations, uhm. Friendly!

Negative traits would be: hot headed, loud, stubborn, arrogant, comes across as intimidating:( good at getting into bad situations, gets into fights very often. Can be spiteful, I've been described as a pyromaniac so theres that. Can be sadistic

What pisses me off: my father. I can and will cause trouble for that man for as long as I live. And people who pick on the weak.

My hobbies and interests areeee: true crime babey! Crying over video games, baking, the occult, taking naps, dream interpretations and tarot readings

Likes: animals, cats specifically, stars, fire, sunsets, supposedly haunted places, storms, being dramatic for the hell of it, tormenting people in a good hearted way

Dislikes: uhhhh hot weather I guess.

Quirks: uh I have 5 cats! Ones my fathers but he never takes care of his cat so i pretty much count him as my own (plus he likes me more than my dad and it pisses my dad off hehe) I have weirdly accurate intuition, it makes reading people easy, knowing what they want to hear and what they dont.

Uhhh dates and relationship wise I'm honestly happy doing whatever my s/o wants to do. All I want is to see their face light up.

My love language is physical touch, I dont like touching people but if it's someone I feel strongly about youd have to pry me away from them.

I once got kicked out of a library for starting a fight in it, trashy I know but I wasnt going to stand there and do nothing while my friends were being bullied and pressured into getting involved with a really dodgy man. I scared the bullies off for good at least B) they never bothered my friend again babey

Oh I'm also known around the area I live in as someone who's good at finding homes of lost pets. Often times I come across a lost animal and befriend it in no time and use my connections to find its family.

Sorry if this was rly long and thank you for your time!! I hope you have a fantastic day uwu if anything's too difficult to come up with ideas for I'm more than happy for you to change anything to make it easier for you too!

♡︎ matchup for anon

heya! here i am with another late matchup but i hope you still see this. i'm sorry about the delay (╯_╰)

bnha: i match you with . . .

natsuo todoroki !!

• this was one of those "heureka!" moments for me. you both hate your dads and hot weather? it's a match made in heaven! okay jk, these are just nice add-ons.

• what really made me consider Natsuo were your values and personality. kindness and friendships are important to both of you. Natsuo's a medical student so i am convinced helping others is high on his priority list too. he loves your driven and passionate nature because he doesn't go sugarcoating bs either.

• you're definitely the more energetic one while Natsuo only gets hot-headed about the things that are the most important to him. i think it's a good compromise, you can help each other out :)

• he was a little taken aback and cautious of your explosiveness at first but warmed up to it quickly after learning what a kind person you really were. now he thinks your dramatic attitude is funny during your sillier moments ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

• speaking of, you lads met at an animal shelter. there had been a dog that was astray in the neighbourhood of his home, so Natsuo, being a responsible boyo, took it to the local shelter.

• then there you were, standing by the help desk with five kittens wrapped in your jacket in your arms. apparently someone had been trying to drown them so you'd taken care of the situation accordingly.

• Natsuo understood jumping into a lake to rescue the poor animals because he would have done the same, but you could have had just called the police?? it was extremely ridiculous but admirable at the same time to beat all those guys up.

• your chat turned into a pleasant conversation afterwards as you were waiting for the animals to finish their check-ups. Natsuo was a bit shy but you didn't mind and kept the chat going which he appreciated.

• later he volunteered to help you look for good homes for the animals you'd both found. during this project the two of you got to know each other quite well and ended up hanging out together afterwards!

• and from that point on, everything fell into place naturally. the growing spark between you was undeniable and you both knew it. Natsuo definitely liked you longer, he was just a lil dense about it . . .

• you're nothing short of a hero in his eyes but dear lord he worries for you. when he's attending lectures he sometimes can't help but wonder if you're all right and not getting involved in anything violent.

• attends to your possible injuries while nagging you not to be so quick to start a fight next time. in return, you playfully bully him for being such a mom.

• you join forces with Fuyumi to pick on him about your relationship. even though you're already together, soft Natsuo still blushes when his affection for you is brought up, it's entertaining for both you and Fuyumi.

• idk if you've heard but Natsuo's 181cm tall!! hugging someone has never been easier even if you happen to be taller than him. the only thing is his skin's naturally kind of chilly so he's lowkey worried if you dislike it but you always assure him he's perfect!

• one time he was stressed over exams so you baked him some blueberry muffins. he gave you the biggest hug and kiss because it's exactly all these little things you do that set his heart racing for you ♡︎

• "last night i saw a dream about being a frog and eating giant flies, it was gross."

• "oh, that just means your love life is about to become fun."

• "i'm not sure how those two are related."

• "just trust me. i'm a pro at this."

• he also likes giving you headpats as much as he likes receiving them! his hands are quite big so he often runs his fingers through your hair when you're cuddling or hugging. it's especially relaxing after a long period of studying. also him carring you on his broad back ԅ(￣ε￣ԅ)

• you enjoy the little things in life and complain about your fathers together. you've agreed to wait a while before even mentioning your relationship to them because, honestly, Natsuo doesn't want any more horrible influences in your life.

• you get him sucked into the world of video games. it's always fun to watch him struggle but he never gets salty about losing maybe a lil he adores your smile as you laugh at him for being so bad at them.

• your dates include: helping out at animal shelters and retirement homes, video game and movie nights (especially about true crime), arcades and astronomy tower explorstions. i feel like Natsuo's more into traditional, romantic and chill dates and that's your usual thing. though i see sometimes you going to get coffee and ending up solving a 50-year-old murder case instead (✧ω✧)

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— despite Natsuo's best efforts to distance himself from Endeavor, it wasn't quite as easy and everyone was very much aware of the Todoroki family. and now the son of the number 1 hero had a lover.

— it wasn't actually that troublesome at first. some newpaper paparazzi occasionally annoyed you but you didn't care for them. most of the time Natsuo and you had your peace during dates aside from a few casual fans.

— but of course there are all sorts of people out there, some out for revenge, some for money, and being desperate means using even the lowest of methods to get what you want.

— so one time it happened, and it was all that took. several bitter villains thought they'd get their revenge through you, silly as it may sound. they made a big show of kidnapping you and demanding Endeavor to 'make up' for his wrongdoing. but all got resolved thanks to heroes, the only casualty being Natsuo's heart from almost exploding from worry and his deepening hatred for his father.

— later on, it wasn't that Natsuo was worried about you not being able to handle yourself, he feared what might happen if more of powerful villains came after you.

— so, after some debate, you agreed not to meet up for a short while to let the fuse of the incident settle down. it would be safer once the media forgot about it. you still texted and chatter over phone though!

— but then a week turned into two weeks, then into a month. you were wondering what was taking Natsuo to say the coast was clear and did a straight-up inquiry through a video chat.

— you could see he was restless the entire time. he said you should wait longer just to be sure everything was calm before meeting up. you became irritated because he was obviously lying and not being his normal, brutally honest self.

— why was he giving you this crap straight to your face?

— truthfully, Natsuo hadn't been sleeping all right recently. ever since that day he had reoccurring nightmares about something awful happening to you. they were just dreams, he knew. yet considering his ruffled up past and the frequency of those horrible visions, it would have been lie to say he was unaffected.

— paranoia just wouldn't leave him alone, and no matter how much he wanted to hold you in his arms again and hated making up stupid excuses, the voice at the back of his mind whispered this was for the best.

— after a month and a half had passed you've had just about enough, however. whatever reason he was keeping you in the dark for did no longer stop you from crashing into his house and demanding the truth.

— Natsuo knew you and expected this to eventually happen. after you made such a powerful entrance though he also knew there was no getting around it this time. really, it was comforting knowing you cared so deeply.

— he told you exactly what had been happening and you resisted the urge to punch him in the arm for having such a mindset. but the look in his beautiful grey eyes was so heartbreaking you threw yourself to embrace him instead. your touch was everything Natsuo had craved for for all this time.

— you skillfully assured him for the next couple of hours while keeping the talk light-hearted (he had obviously been overthinking way too much already). soon enough the issue was resolved and you had a sleepover right there to make uo for the lost time (Shoto and Fuyumi kept eavesdropping on you because y'all were being way too loud in a cute way).

— "i love you, Natsu, but if you ever keep something like this a secret from me again, i can't guarantee the safety of your arm or your front door."

♫︎ music box

— If I Had An Airplane by SayWeCanFly

— This December by Rick Montgomery

— Round & Laundry from Carole and Tuesday

— Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

— Bowie On The Radio by Ryan McMullan

♡︎ runner up: Dabi / Touya Todoroki

thank you for requesting, hopefully you enjoyed this! i'm really pleased about matching you with Natsuo, it's just so perfect. have a lovely day and remember to take care of yourself ♡︎

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