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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Klaus x autistic!reader - just be there

I just read your Klaus x autistic reader i was wondering if i could request another Klaus x autistic reader whereby the reader doesn't exactly go missing but kinda goes off on her own because everybody like damon, stefan elena ect were arguing and it was all too loud for her and then they realise the readers gone, klaus finds out and is annoyed but eventually finds her and takes care of her, totally okay if not - thanks for taking the time to read ❣️- @floxalprinxess3000💜

Listening to the arguing, you simply just walked to the door, a tight grip with your hand around your arm, nails digging into the skin.

You made your way outside, and down the street, not caring about not telling them where you were going, you just didn’t want to be there anymore.

There was only one place you wanted to go to, and that’s where you made your way to.

Everybody was still so busy arguing, shouting, they hadn’t noticed you were gone, but they did notice when the door was thrown open and a part of a fence was thrown through, barely missing Elena.

“Where is it?!” Klaus shouted.

“We won’t tell you!” Bonnie snapped.

Klaus threw something else through the house, narrowing his eyes at them.

He stopped slowly looking over them all once again.

“Yeah, she’s in here with us, so you’re not going to throw anything else.” Damon taunted.

They all knew Klaus had a soft spot for you, it was obvious when he tried to attack them but stopped when he saw you.

He always stopped when he saw you, because in truth he was soft on you.

“No she isn’t.”

“Yes she is.” Caroline said.

They all seemed so smug and he shook his head, slowly backing down the porch.

“No she isn’t you idiots!”

Klaus spun around on his heel and jogged down the street, trying to figure out where you would go so he could find you.

Your friends frantically looked around, but none of them knew where you would have run to.

The only person who did was Klaus, he had been there plenty of times before, he knew it was your favourite place, your calm place.

He wasted no time in getting there, and he looked around, finding you sitting under a tree.

He walked over, crouching over you and he took your hand in his, moving it away from your arm.

“It’s alright love, you’re alright.”

Klaus sat himself at your side and reached into his pocket, pulling out some bandaids that he used to cover up the small wounds.

He smoothed his thumb along them and smiled, bringing your hand to his lips he kissed your knuckles.

“All better now.”

You took your hand back and placed it on his knee making him chuckle.

He smiled, reaching out to place his hand on the side of your face, letting you lean into his touch.

“How did you find me…?”

“I always know how to find you love, no matter what, no matter where. I’ll always find you, you remember that alright?”

You looked away.

“What’s going on? Usually you don’t go gallivanting all alone. The idiots didn’t even know you were missing.”

“Arguing… I don’t know what about…”

Klaus hummed, running his thumb along your cheek.

“They should know better by now. I swear when I get my hands on them…” he growled.

You reached out, touching his face, running your finger along his furrowed brow, looking at his hybrid eyes.

“Klaus…”

His eyes connected with yours and they returned to normal.

“I’m sorry love but it’s true, they need to be taught a lesson. Watching them just completely ignore what makes you uncomfortable is not fair, I don’t see why you like them so much.”

“They’re my friends…”

Klaus smirked a little.

“What does that make me?”

You smiled softly at him, running your fingers down his face, then you reached for the necklace around his neck so you could mess with it.

“My more than friend…”

He chuckled softly, reaching up to take your hand so he could lace your fingers together.

“Well, would you to know what this more than friend thinks?”

You nodded.

He stood up, still holding your hand.

“I think you need to go for ice cream at that place you like so much, don’t you?”

Your face immediately lit up and you nodded, letting him pull you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, balling your hands into the fabric of his shirt, resting your head on his chest.

“Can we stay here…? They can’t find me here..”

Klaus nodded, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

“We can stay here as long as you like.”

He was in no rush to go anywhere, it’s not like he had plans.

If you didn’t want to see your friends, then he would hide out there with you so you wouldn’t have to see them, then when you were ready he would get your favourite ice cream and take you home.

You enjoyed the feeling of his arms around you, you felt safe, and protected.

Maybe he was the big bad guy for everybody else, but you stumbled across him before you found out, you found safety in him before you knew that.

He never brought that life around you, he kept you protected and safe from everything he was doing because there was something about you.

He didn’t know it was, but there was something about you he just couldn’t hurt, he just couldn’t upset.

To see you hurt or upset it hurt him.

“Would you like to know a secret?” He whispered.

Klaus felt you nod your head, and he smiled, taking your chin between his fingers he tilted your head up to him.

“Whenever I need to calm down, I think of you…”

“Why…?”

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Because I care about you love, if you need to calm down, or you need help just think of me, I won’t be too far away..”

You took took his hand, wrapping it around your shoulder, and he pulled you into his side.

“Can we go back home..?”

“We can do whatever you like.”

You smiled, taking his hand and you both began to leave you hiding spot, making your way back out on to the streets.

Anybody who ever dared to look in your direction was immediately run off by him.

When you got distracted he would let you drag him around.

All you needed him to do was just be there, just be right next to you because then you knew that everything was going to be okay.

Because as long as Klaus was next to you you knew that you were safe, that you were fine

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Venom (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

((SUCCESSION FINALE SPOILERS))

Characters: Kendall, Roman, Shiv, Connor, Matsson, Tom

Word Count: 1,477

Tag List: @locke-writes

A/N: This is omg y'all!!! Y'all aren't ready ahhh!!!! That's all I can say :P Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

You watch them, horrified. Kendall stop! You’re yelling, trying not to let them hear the crack in your voice, but you can’t help it. He doesn’t seem to hear. He spits venom at your sister, calling her two-faced, saying terrible things about her. She pretends it doesn’t hurt, pretends it doesn’t kill her. The kinds of things Logan would have said. Stop it, now! None of them hear you. None of them see you. You’re invisible now, like you’ve always been. The baby, underestimated from day one because of your order of birth. Roman says something, something you’re not hearing, but seeing. Watching. About his kids. Low blow. Kendall goes for his neck. There are moments like this where you watch your father instead of your brother. Such an angry, bitter, paranoid man. With his hands around him, you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. His name is on the tip of your tongue. Logans, but that is the wrong man before you. This is Kendall. You get between them, prying his hands off Roman. In doing so, you’ve put yourself in the line of fire. His eyes are so wild, so angry. Get off me! You yell, pushing him away, but he’s too strong. He’s too powerful. He holds you against the glass, his hands around your throat, hungry enough to bite. Rabid. You can’t breathe, fighting him off, unable to make any noise. Finally he realizes it’s you. You, not Rome, not Shiv, you. His baby. He lets go immediately, stepping back, stuttering. You can’t help it, the tears begin to run down your cheeks. You saw fury in his eyes, purebred wrath. If he wanted, he could have killed you. Just like Logan. You push through them, out the door, down the hall and towards the elevator. Kendall calls your name quieter now, defeated, ashamed. You don’t turn back. Sniffling, you wait for the doors to close, trying to catch your breath. You dial the number. I knew you’d call. . .

They turned on one another. They’d decided he would be their successor. The three of them, after Roman disappeared. You were the only one he talked to on the phone, Caroline losing the power to guilt you. You weren’t her child. That was to your advantage. She put him on with strict warnings not to upset him, saying he was fragile. He sounded softer, beaten down, but as defensive as ever. Ken and Shiv are on their way, you warned. I know. He didn’t have enough in him to fight or to joke. He was all facts. Are you okay? Me? I’m fine. You knew he wasn’t, but you weren’t going to go there to see him. You had plans. For now, you had to take his word for it. You weren’t going to ask him for his vote. Quite frankly, it didn’t matter anymore. They could pretend they still had precedence, that the crown they wore could protect them from a beheading. Their heads rolled just the same when dismembered from a body. In fact, it was the crown that weighed them down. They forgot this, racing with one another about who could get to him the fastest. It wouldn’t matter in the end. When would they realize this? When would they accept it already? I have to go, call me if you want, okay? What are you doing that’s so important? Just meeting a friend.

What about Tom? Tom? He is nothing. You shouldn’t but you laugh. Your drink is strong, his even stronger. But you trust him, you believe him. He can’t be backstabbing everyone. Besides, the x’s have been removed. Yours in their place. You take a look around the bar. Expensive. Oskar and Ebba keeping to themselves off to the side. They come when he says so. They sit when he says so. Now he’s holding a pen. Would you do the same? Your whole life, all you’ve done is follow. Follow your brothers and sister into any war they brought between them and your father, into every media frenzy and disaster because they convinced you it was always in your best interest. It wasn’t, though. It never was. In the end, it was always you getting hurt, taking the blow, having your name smeared across the headlines. From the moment he saw you he’s been trying to save you. They would hold your head under water and tell you they were helping you be a better swimmer. They were trying to kill you, drown you, just so there would be one less body in the pool. You were doing this for you, for them too. To show them that you weren’t just some lap dog they could order around. You were just as much a Roy as any of them. More so, even. You were smarter, you were savvy. You could get what you wanted, you always had.

Going in, you were meant to warn them. That was the plan. Always. The deal seemed enticing, it was the cherry on top, but you couldn’t hurt them like that. You would not turn into them. But, then they decided on Kendall. Without consulting you, without even asking. They had decided for the family when there were still two more to consider. You knew what Connor would have done, you all did. He would have put up a fight, but in the end would have agreed. You? You were going to warn them. You were going to put out the fire before the house burned down with them in it. Instead they called you from the car that morning, on their way back, telling you he was next. He would be in charge. Had they even considered you? Roman laughs. The baby doesn’t get to be in charge, ever. Kendall chuckled. You didn’t get a vote or say, it was decided. You bit the inside of your cheek, letting the conversation fall. They spoke around you anyways, making all these big decisions without you. It was fine, you decided, hanging up. It was fine. You would tell them when they got here. It wasn’t technically a secret, they just hadn’t asked. That was all. So, you accepted that Kendall would take over. After everything you’ve been through, after everything they put you through, at least there would be an ending. Your phone rang, but you ignored him. Fine, you though, at least it’s staying in the family. You weren’t about to turn bitter. You weren’t about to turn vengeful.

And then she threw the plan away the minute she could, believing that Tom would be Matsson’s CEO. You were going to tell them, really. As soon as that glass door closed, you were going to spill your guts. About him, about the deal, about everything. You swear on your father’s grave, you were going to tell them. And then he put his hands on you, around your neck, and any alliance you had was over. Any good graces you had left vanished. You wanted them to burn in that house. You wanted the whole world to burn. You put up with enough. With too much for far too long. He’s been trying to save you since you met, giving you outs from the maze you were in. You couldn’t leave them, they were your family. Now? Now they were nothing. They were strangers. You watched the bruises form in the reflective doors all the way down, listening to him carefully. If you still want it, it’s yours. Good. What about Tom? Like I said, he is nothing. Nobody. All you have to do is sign.

Roman and Shiv came back from that meeting, his stitches bloody. She wears a knowing look, the kind that says she thinks she’s won. He signed in front of everyone, in front of Matsson, who signs the stack of legal documents after. I’d like to announce my CEO. Shiv steps forward, but you come up behind her, around Roman, to Lukas’ side. Please welcome, Y/N Roy. Everyone applauds you as you sign your name. Roman’s jaw hangs open before catches himself, then looks to your sister. Her lips remain in a tight line. Tom looks surprised for the both of them, trying to get close to Lukas, but is unable to with all the cameras. Thank you, you whisper to him. You deserve this. You are the most capable Roy. You would have told them, you were going to, but this tastes so much better. You don’t care that your skin till hurts, still burns from his touch. You don’t care that your brother drifts away or that your sister storms off. You don’t care that Kendall is nowhere to be found. You don’t care about them anymore, they never did about you, not when it came to this.

You win.

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Young at Heart: Prank (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Rated: G, the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed Word count: 1.7k

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Summary: You catch the Bridgerton boys in some mischief.

Author's Note: This prompt comes from the incomparable @bridgertontess who rightly knew that these boys would get up to no good. And their target? Well, that was a foregone conclusion too. 💜 Thank you Tess and hope you enjoy!

The following days with your charges passed quickly. There would have been enough to do with four stationary children, but with a baby on your arm and three boys with boundless energy and an unmatched capacity for chatter, it was nearly overwhelming. It might have been impossible if they were not all well behaved. The Duchess and Viscountess were with you on and off throughout each day and doted endlessly on their children. The Dowager Viscountess also adored helping you entertain her grandchildren, and was the one best acquainted with every toy and secret tucked within the expansive nursery. It quickly became clear that the love and happiness you witnessed within the Viscount’s immediate family were emotions shared by all of his relatives. It was exceptionally rare to find so much joy in a single household, and you thanked the stars that you had found employment in this one.

The noise and bustle of people through the halls was nonstop. In addition to the children, there were always siblings laughing or playfully rowing with one another, the flowing grace of the ranking ladies dictating tasks to the army of staff, and the steady command of the Viscount and Duke as they carried their own gravity through the house and the grounds. You couldn’t help yourself from admiring them all, each beautiful Bridgerton and in-law with their quirks and quips. Eloise and Hyacinth were particularly theatrical, with Benedict and Colin often serving as referees or secret instigators, and you sometimes had to hide your laughter when you caught them bantering with each other. Each time he saw you, Benedict flashed that lopsided grin. It made you feel seen, it made you feel welcome, and it knotted your stomach in a way you chose to ignore. He was cheeky, but you appreciated his warmth.

You bore the brunt of his cheekiness one afternoon when he, Colin and Gregory took their nephews outside for the day. You were grateful for the reprieve and spent the time quietly with Caroline. After the Duchess insisted on supervising her nap, you decided some fresh air would be good for you as well. Making your way outside, you turned into a particular corridor and an odd sight met your eyes. It was a ball, lavender and small enough to be held in the hand, rolling slowly down the hall at an angle toward a door - the Viscount’s study door. You paused and watched with curiosity as it tapped the bottom of the wood and came to rest.

A muffled “Hello?” sounded from inside the study.

It was only when you heard a collection of hisses and giggles from the far end of the hall that you looked up to see the profiles of four faces, one at a significant height over three much smaller, peering around the corner. Benedict and the boys. The ploy became clear when Benedict crouched down next to Augie and whispered to him. The uncle was clearly the one providing direction in this game of hallway bowling, as he pointed out the appropriate angle and then watched Augie launch his own green ball toward the door.

This one hit with a much more significant thud.

“Helloooo?” The Viscount called even louder from within his study, triggering an eruption of restrained laughter from the far end of the hall. It was then that Benedict looked up and saw you, and immediately brought a finger to his lips, begging for your silence. You were caught in the middle. You supposed you could have turned away and let everything play out without your involvement, but that felt cowardly somehow. It was your job to watch the children. You certainly weren’t going to cut into the Viscount’s study and disrupt him, nor tattle on his brother or the children. Perhaps the only thing you could do was quietly pick your way down the hall, hoping the Viscount didn’t emerge, and convince them all to stop their ruse. But before you could take a step, Benedict had angled Neddy’s shoulders in just the right way and his black ball went whizzing across the tile and slammed into the door.

Then everything seemed to happen at once. No sooner had the third ball hit the door then it swung inward and the Viscount stepped out, his face locked in agitation as he began to scan the hall. But his booted foot landed directly upon the wooden toys gathered there and he slipped, propelling his arms as he fell backward dramatically onto the threshold.

Your surprised cry was likely the only reason he did not hear the burst of riotous laughter from the far corner. Instinct drove you to the doorway as you watched Benedict and the children duck out of sight. The Viscount was sitting himself up, grimacing and nearly steaming from the ears. You knelt beside him.

“My lord, are you alright?”

“Yes,�� he angrily waved you away and clambered to his feet. “What on earth…?” When his eyes fell to the colored balls dotting the hallway floor, they filled with a sort of aggravated recognition. “The children,” he huffed, nostrils flaring.

You wouldn’t be lying if you didn’t provide further clarification. You were loyal to your employer, but not a snitch. The same skills you used to calm the nerves of frazzled children were often useful on their parents as well. “These things are bound to happen with so many little ones in the house, my lord.” You offered him a gentle smile, trying to convey sympathy rather than amusement.

His jaw clenched, but the fire faded out of his posture as he nodded. “You are right.”

“I imagine you and your siblings were much the same, growing up here.”

At this he smiled, his features brightening into an entirely different man. This was the Viscount as you saw him with his son, the one full of love, hidden though he may have been at times. “Indeed we were,” there was a hint of a chuckle to his tone, and he seemed to grow misty, lost in his memories.

“I will be sure to reprimand them…”

“No,” He cut you off quietly, shaking his head. “You don’t need to scold them. The parents will see to their discipline.”

Something in the way he said it, with a sense of intent rather than wrath, touched your heart. He wanted to be involved in his child’s life, much more so than any other parent you had worked for, and it was endearing. He looked at you with good humor in his warm brown eyes.

“But if you could keep them from scheming again, if you catch it in time…”

You smiled widely. “Understood, my lord.”

He returned your smile, and then with a curtsy, you backed out of the room and closed the door behind you. All you could think as you marched purposefully toward the far end of the hall was how lucky Benedict and the children were to have such a merciful head of family. Many other boys - or brothers - would have been made to pay for creating such a spectacle. When you turned the corner you found the culprits huddled together, Benedict trying to shush the three boys who were cackling with glee as they recounted the Viscount’s extraordinary fall. He turned in alarm as you approached, eyes wide with anticipatory guilt, a look you were certain he must have worn frequently as a child himself.

When he saw it was just you, he exhaled in disbelief. “You didn’t turn us in.”

The boyish lilt of gratitude in his voice and the relief in his eyes softened something inside you, but you pursed your lips, intent to make your disapproval clear.

“I should have. I don’t appreciate you teaching poor behavior to my charges.”

The easy smile and devil-may-care attitude settled upon him again. “It was a harmless prank.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not sure if the Viscount would call it harmless.” You couldn’t imagine how he had been managing his seven younger siblings, and for so long. He would have been well within his rights to hire two nurses, one for his children and one for them.

“Oh, ignore him.” Benedict scoffed, then stepped closer. “I saw you laughing when he fell. You can’t deny it.” Then his voice dropped lower. “There is clearly some degree of mischief in you, Miss y/l/n, to grant us your discretion.”

You felt yourself blush, strangely overheated under his gaze. It was clear that remaining professionally courteous and distant from one another was not a consideration of his. Some part of you enjoyed it, something dormant that had begun stirring.

“And to keep up with these three, right boys?” He crowed louder again, walking over to the children and tousling their hair.

You blinked, reminding yourself that you were here to voice your disapproval. “Well yes, I suppose I must use it to know what you are all getting up to, you silly little things.” You smiled and crouched down, commanding an audience from the three little faces. You spoke firmly, adopting that precise tone to let them know you were not angry, but needed to be heard. “Now remember, whatever your uncles tell you, at the end of the day you must answer to your fathers, yes?”

Three dark little heads nodded in unison.

“And you don’t want them too cross with you, do you?” The heads shook emphatically. “Alright, so if you are ever reprimanded, just tell the truth that your uncle told you to do it.” As you said it, you shot your eyes up at Benedict and smirked.

He gaped, aghast at your treachery.

Then you stood, herding the brood together and ushering them back down the hall. Benedict stayed where he was and you turned, trying your best to sound supercilious. “You have my discretion Mr. Bridgerton, but I am not going to teach these children to lie.”

At this his gape transformed into that exaggerated pout, and you knew your wit had struck its target. With a smile, you turned back and kept walking.

As a parting volley he let out an exaggerated sigh. “And we were just about to get the glue.”

The withering stare you threw over your shoulder caused him to burst into laughter.

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galvanizedfriend · 3 months

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Fic Update: The Wolf III [21/21]

Summary: Months after their return to New Orleans, Klaus and Caroline try to settle into a semblance of normalcy, while Elijah struggles to forgive his brother's sins. But a mysterious prophecy that foretells the downfall of the Mikaelson family brings them all together in a war that will reopen ancient wounds and see each of the siblings doomed: one by friend, one by foe and one by family.

[It's The Originals Season 3, but Caroline had Klaus' baby, now she's a vampire and they are back in New Orleans after a stint in Mystic Falls. It's mostly about Klaroline, obviously.]

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S03E21 The Bloody Crown Caroline wakes up from something that doesn't really feel like sleep. It’s as though her brain disconnected and went into a blackout state for a few hours. She doesn't feel well rested, not even close, but there's a soft tingle chasing across her skin that is oddly soothing.

She blinks out the drowsiness and follows the sensation, finds Klaus tracing the arm she has draped across his middle. It's a feathery brush, an absent-minded movement he probably doesn't even notice he's doing, but it still has the power to awaken butterflies in Caroline's stomach. Even after years, she feels it every time he touches her. Fire at the tips of his fingers.

He's facing away from her, staring at the sliver of daylight trickling in through the curtains, his usual dark and devious look replaced by something weary and distant. Caroline watches him for a long time, trying to peer through the mask of impassiveness, past the glacial ice in his eyes. She hates it when he's like this, lost in the corners of his own mind where she can't follow. With Klaus, that always spells trouble. The anger she knows how to deal with. The barks and snarls she can handle. It's the blank stares, the emptiness and the silence that scares her the most.

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😃 Two updates in less than a week, and TW3 is over. 😃 Who am I, what am I doing with my life? 😃

There are loads of info on the actual story about how this will continue and some other stuff as well. We have reached the 1M words mark and I can't decide if this is impressive or if I have just completely lost control of my life. Either way, thank you so, so much to everyone who had read my long-ass fic and stayed with me through all of this. 💜 It's a mess, but I have loved living in this universe, and I hope some of you have too. 🥰

A special shout-out to my friend @definedareasofuncertainty, who was holding my hand when I posted the very first chapter, almost five years ago, and who is still somehow my friend. 🥹

I hope you guys enjoy it! And as always, your reblogs/comments/kudos mean the world to me, please support your local insane fic writer. 🥹

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pitchsidestories · 21 days

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simsleni · 1 year

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🍼Maxis Match Säuglings CC

🌷YouTube: SimsLeni

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cancerian-woman · 7 months

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are you ever going to write a Kennett fic?

I might if I feel up to it. I’d have to be in a Kennett mindset though and I don’t even read their fics anymore rn. I am pro-Bonnie’s non-canon ship that is one ship I stay away from now because it’s became a secondary ship to KC, especially on ao3 or in other spaces. When it comes to looking for newer content. You can’t have Kennett w/out KC and I prefer my Bonnie ships to actually be about her and not because Caroline needs a bestfriend/fix-it-witch at her disposal. Bonnie’s more than that.

Thank you for the ask! 💜💜

#ship whatever makes you happy 💜 respectively #buuuuut i don’t like how yall just use Bonnie or kennett just so Caroline gets to keep Bonnie in her orbits.#you don’t even like Bonnie fr you just want her there for care’s benefit 😭#but i just need to get back into KB fics by Bonnie fans and I’d be cool lol #kennett #Kol Mikaelson #Bonnie Bennett #the vampire diaries #tvd #dria responds

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gucciwins · 1 year

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Since we've been seeing jealous and insecure harry and bel reassuring harry, do you think you could do something where bel hears Harry's friends saying they're surprised they've lasted because she's not Harry's usual type and then later they run into an ex of his who is the complete opposite of her and she's feeling insecure

this is something many of you have been waiting for and hope I delivered. what better way to start the year with than a harry and bel blurb. happy new year my darling loves💜💜💜

Harry promised her a party would be fun. He had finished tour for the year, and being back home, a few friends reached out to come to a party, and he didn’t want to say no. Harry was very persuasive in getting her to say yes. It seemed his kisses were her weakness.

As soon as they arrived, a crowd came to greet them. Harry ensured he got to introduce everyone to Bel, or how he likes to put it to everyone important. There were so many people that it was hard to keep track of. The music was loud, and drinks were passed all around. Harry held her right by his side, not wanting her to wander off. Harry told her that he’d miss her too much.

“I need the bathroom, amor,” she whispered in his ear.

“I can take you, lovie.” He offers.

She is quick to shake her head. “I can do it.”

Harry gives her a quick kiss and tells her it’s the third door down the hall.

Bel is searching for the restroom when she finally finds the hallway and sees two gentlemen talking, Mark and Christian. She remembers them because Harry introduced her to them when they first arrived. She remembered them because they were quick to tease Harry about how long he’s been gone, and when he does show up, it’s with a girl. She excuses herself and goes in to do her business. After washing her hands, she hears a conversation happening outside and freezes.

“That’s Harry’s girl,” the voice was full of surprise. She recognized it as Christian as he had a thicker English accent.

“Mhm…” Mark agrees.

“Not his usual type.”

“Her accent’s different,” Mark remarks.

Christian responds with, “I thought she’d be more talkative.”

“Did you see her hanging off his arm?”

“Harry didn’t seem to mind.”

“She’s probably a good f–”

Bel swings the door open, knowing she’s heard enough. She doesn’t bother shooting them a polite smile, knowing they don’t deserve it. It isn’t nice hearing someone talk about you behind your back. As she makes her way through the crowd, she feels everyone’s eyes on hers as if they were judging her.

It honestly makes her skin crawl. She wants to leave. She can’t handle all of this emotionally, and she knows that as soon as she tells Harry, he’ll understand and escort her home. Except, when she finds Harry, he’s in the kitchen with a drink in hand, leaning against the counter, and a gorgeous girl standing a few feet away.

“Harry,” she breathes out softly.

“Bel,” his arm settles around her waist, and Bel hums at the feeling. It helps ground her.

“Caroline. I’m his ex,” Caroline offers proudly.

Bel frowns but is quick to wipe it from her face. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Bel.”

“Huh, Harry was just talking about you.” Caroline laughs, but it sounds more like a scoff to Bel. “He said you were beautiful, but I’ve got to say you’re honestly gorgeous.”

Bel laughs, not at all having expected the compliment. “You as well. Love the tinsel in your hair really makes your eyes pop.”

“Oh, you’re a doll. Keep this one longer than you kept me, Harry.” Caroline throws a wink her way and walks away. Harry shifts uncomfortably, not at all liking the conversation.

“You okay, Bel?” He checks in.

As much as she wants to say no, another part of her responds. “Everything’s fine. We were bound to run into exes, right?”

Harry presses a kiss to her temple. “I hope to never run into one of yours. Don’t think I’d be as graceful as you.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” she feigns.

He swung his arm over her shoulder, giving her another kiss. “It’s okay. You can say it was awkward and awful. We went on a few dates, but I-I didn’t want to commit to anything. She’s the one I told you would get a new fish almost daily because hers would mysteriously die.”

Bel laughs because she remembers that story. Harry has been open with her, and she appreciates it so much. He walks them outside, promising to get her a drink. Bel is content to sit alone, even if her thoughts might get the best of her. Anything better than being inside a room where everyone is judging her and her boyfriend.

She’s never been the jealous type. There’s no reason to be now. Harry is with her, and he loves her; it's not something she doubts. Not for a second.

Her insecurities were rising. She never thought she fit a certain mold. She has always been her authentic self when meeting others and in front of the camera, so for Harry’s friends to say she’s not his type didn’t hurt her it’s how they spoke about her behind his back while mocking her accent.

Bel grew up being told she was different. She had to assimilate to not be picked on, but her parents always told her that her accent was 100% hers. That no one could change that. She loved her culture and who it made her.

She was letting herself get lost in her head, letting those intrusive thoughts win when she shook it all away. Bel knew it was time for another appointment with her therapist. It’s not something she wanted to talk about, but she'd tell him as soon as they arrived home. For now, she wanted to enjoy the night with him, or at least what was left.

Harry was in the kitchen when he heard someone call his name. He sends them a smile but keeps a hold of his drinks, letting both men know it will be a short talk. It doesn’t matter Mark and Christian cut right to the chase.

“Harry, can you apologize to Y/N for us. We weren’t–we didn’t mean to offend her,” Mark looks to Christian, who nods in agreement.

He frowns, looking at both men in front of him, looking guilty for something he has no idea about. “If you have to apologize through me, I don’t think we can continue to be friends. Y/N is her own person. She’s not just a connection to me.”

Harry walks away, leaving both drinks he had gotten, and goes for Bel. He’s ready to go home. He was looking forward to a nice night out, but it has taken a turn for the worst. Harry doesn’t even want to imagine what those men said about her, but it’s safe to say he would no longer be in contact with them.

“Where’s my water?” She asks, seeing him come back empty-handed.

Harry walks towards her and places his hands on her face, tipping it up, making sure she’s looking at her. They shine bright, just like they always do when he’s nearby.

“I love you,” he reminds her.”

She giggles, “lo se, mi vida. Te amo.”

Harry has heard those words thousands of times, but the flutter in his stomach is always the same.

“Mark and Christian cornered me, telling me to apologize to you.” Harry takes note of her reaction and knows it can’t be good when she doesn’t meet his eye. “Bel?”

“It’s not worth repeating.”

He sighs but doesn’t push. He connects his lips against hers, relaxing when she’s quick to respond. “Let’s go home. Think we deserve a bath and some ice cream.”

The way home was quiet. It was odd for them, but Harry could see Bel lost in her head and didn’t know how to reach her. He didn’t want to push her.

As soon as they returned to Harry’s house, it seemed more like theirs in his mind. She set off to the kitchen to get their ice cream, and he went upstairs to prep the bath. Everything was done in easy silence, a kiss here and there. Harry helped Bel strip from her outfit. He had a different way of undressing her earlier in the day, where he’d happily bring her to an orgasm or two, but he’d take any moment with her. He could see her lost in her head, but every smile his way assured him she was still present with him.

Harry settled in the bath first, then she followed. He felt himself relax when Bel let out a deep sigh of relief. He knew not to push, and Bel was thankful. His hands skimmed her thighs in soft touches. Harry always seemed to know what she needed.

“Your friend they–”

“Not my friend,” he corrects her.

“Harry,” she sighs.

“I knew them because I’ve worked with them, but they aren’t my friends, especially after tonight.”

Bel nods, “they were just saying that I’m not your usual type or about how I was hanging off your arm the entire night.” Harry squeezes her tight against his bare chest. “They talked about my accent and how they thought I should talk more. Caught them by surprise before they could finish saying you probably kept me around because I was a good fuck.”

Harry takes a deep breath, “Bel.”

She’s quick to stop him. “I’m just feeling hurt and insecure, I guess. It has all messed with my head. I usually let everything roll off my back but not this time. Maybe because these people are in some way an association of you. It’s one of my fears, not being good enough.”

He can’t take not seeing her, so he doesn’t care if he spills water out of the bath. He turns her on his lap. His heart breaks, seeing her eyes glisten with tears and a frown on her face. He moves his hands from her waist to her face making sure she’s looking at him. “Listen to me. I love you. You’re my best friend. I love every bit of you, from that birthmark on the bottom of your right foot to the scar on your temple. I love how you speak Spanish to me like I can understand what you’re saying. I love your cooking and all the seasoning you add. But most of all, I love how you give love and kindness to everyone you know. I love loving you.”

“Harry,” she cries. He laughs, seeing her tears spill over because he knows she’s overwhelmed, and if showering with love is the answer, he’ll remind her the entire night if he has to. He’s prepared to do it for the rest of his life.

“I love you, cariño.”

Bel presses her lips against his. She pours all the love she has for him into the kiss. She wants to remember the feeling and security that he gives her. Others might talk and say what they want, but they know the truth. Bel knows Harry loves her exactly as she is, and that’s all she could ever ask for.

#harry styles #harry styles x famous reader #love on tour series #love on tour #love on tour series asks #harry and bel

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thespookyboos · 1 year

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The clown girl is @bbthebirb oc (Caroline thinks she’s neat ❤️💜 )

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #oc #welcome home arg

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Mikaelsons x sister!reader - the light is you

The Mikealsons x sister reader. FLUFF. :) love you - Anon💜

The entirety of the supernatural world knew of the originals. Dangerous. Unforgiving. They know of the Mikaelson siblings.

What they didn’t know was that there was another sibling.

But you weren’t like the others.

Yes you were a vampire. But you had never turned off your humanity, you’d never killed a human, and when you fed from one you always fed them your blood and compelled them to forget.

You were different.

Gentle.

And that’s why the siblings worried for you.

They tried their best to look out for you, especially Klaus. He saw the way the world was and he didn’t want it to turn you into what it had turned him into.

Anywhere you went he had to go.

So when you asked to go to the grill, he tagged along behind you. As much as he didn’t want to go, he wasn’t going to let you got there alone.

“Don’t wonder to far.” Klaus whispered.

“I won’t! Elijah and Rebekah are coming soon too.” You beamed.

With that, you wondered away towards the pool table where Jeremy was playing pool with Tyler and Matt.

You’d become friends with them after you decided to go to high school out of boredom. And of course your brothers and sister were totally against it. But since no one knew about you, and no one knows your a vampire you were safe.

“Hey (Y/N).” Jeremy smiled.

“Hey guys, where are the others?” You asked.

“Not sure, they said they’d be here by now.” Matt shrugged.

You hummed and nodded, pulling up a nearby chair to just sit and watch how the game played out along with Tyler who had just lost.

“Want a drink?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah please. Get me whatever.”

“Sure thing.” He smiled.

He wondered away and you carried on watching.

When he came back he gave you a drink and pulled up a chair next to you, and you guys started talking.

Slowly the others started trickling in.

Every time the door went you would naturally look over. Klaus and Elijah were talking in one booth, and Rebekah had somehow roped Caroline, Bonnie and Elena into a conversation.

You could heard that Salvatore brothers whispering to Alaric about something, but not wanting to intrude you didn’t listen in properly.

Instead you cheered Jeremy on as he was playing against Tyler again, and he had nearly won the game.

Standing up, you walked over and stood in front of the table, clasping your hands behind you back.

“You were bragging so hard earlier.” You smirked.

“I can still win.” He said.

You looked over the table and shook your head.

“You’d need one hell of a miracle.” You laughed.

“Oh shut up.” He snapped.

You turned your head a rose a brow at him.

“Relax it’s just a joke Tyler.”

“Well it’s distracting so shut up and go away!” He growled.

You took a step back, walking straight into someone.

Looking up, you found Klaus right behind you and he placed a hand on your shoulder. Elijah stood just in front of you and Rebekah to your side.

“What’re your doing here?” Damon growled as he walked over.

Now you stood in front of your friends, surrounded by your siblings.

“Let her go Klaus.” Alaric warned.

“Not while your little pet is getting angry with her.” He growled.

“You threaten our beloved sister, you deal with us. Simple as.” Elijah shrugged.

“Sister?!” Caroline yelled.

You sighed and nodded your head, placing your hand on Klaus’ you gave it a gentle squeeze and removed it from your shoulder.

Gently nudging Elijah to the side, you stood in front of him.

“Yes. I am the youngest of the Mikaelson siblings. (Y/N) Mikaelson. But please, don’t be angry with me! I just wanted a normal life. I wanted friends, to do things like a normal teenager.”

You gave them all a weak smile.

“But if you don’t want to talk to me anymore I understand, I’ll leave.”

They all stared at you.

“Get out…” Bonnie whispered.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You simply nodded your head and left.

You never went to school after that, you stayed at the apartment.

Your siblings saw how upset you were, and finally it was Rebekah who decided to try and help you first after thinking long a hard.

“Come on, let’s go.” She said.

“Where?” You asked.

Rebekah walked up and pulled you from the bed, taking your hand she started to drag you downstairs.

“Bekah!” You whined.

“Just come!” She laughed.

Taking you outside she, she dragged you into the car and started driving.

She didn’t answer when you asked her again and again where she was dragging you off to.

Finally she pulled up in front of the school, and you sighed.

“Bekah please, I want to go home.”

“Just trust me.” She smiled.

You followed her out of the car, and she started to lead you through the school halls until she took you into the gym.

Inside was everyone, including your two brothers who smiled brightly and walked over to you.

“(Y/N).” Elijah smiled.

“Hey ‘lijah.” You smiled.

Hugging him lightly, you pulled away to look at Klaus who held his arms open.

Walking over, you happily padded into his arms, and sighed softly as you hugged him back.

“They wish to talk to you, but we’ll be right here.” He whispered.

You nodded your head and pulled away from him, and you walked around, heading over to stand in front of him.

“We did try call.” Elena smiled.

You blinked, then smiled sheepishly.

“I… lost my phone…”

“Again?” Matt asked.

“Yeah…”

They laughed softly and you laughed a little as well.

“Look, we’re not fully convinced on the whole trusting you thing.” Damon said.

“Damon!” Alaric hissed.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You nodded.

“But, you really haven’t done anything to hurt us. You’re a good friend, and we don’t really want to loose you.” Bonnie smiled.

You smiled brightly.

“Really?!”

“Yeah! You’re our best friend!” Caroline laughed.

“Exactly, and without your hyper self with us it’s been boring (Y/N).” Jeremy smiled.

You grinned and jogged over, throwing yourself into his arms. He laughed and held you tightly and spun you around.

They didn’t trust your siblings.

But they trusted you, and they loved you. They didn’t want to throw all of the away because of a feud with your siblings.

Seeing you so happy, Klaus couldn’t help but smile.

Yes, he has plans. Things he wanted to do. But seeing you smiling like that, he couldn’t bring himself to go through with them.

He couldn’t hurt your friends, because he’d hurt you and that’s just something he would never do.

“You have to promise not to do anything stupid.” Elijah whispered to him.

Klaus nodded his head.

“For now. However if they do much as make her cry, I will end them.” He growled.

No one was every going to take your soul from you, not while they had a day because you were still a bright light. And they needed you to guide them out of the darkness that surrounded them

#the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x y/n #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson x sister reader #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson x y/n #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson #Elijah mikaelson x sister reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x you #rebekah mikaelson #Rebekah Mikaelson x sister reader

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Dependence Pt. 4 (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

((SUCCESSION SPOILERS))

Character/s: Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Roman, Logan

Word Count: 2,538

Warning: addiction, drugs, alcohol, death, grief

Inspired By: I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: This was one of the best and one of the most heartbreaking episodes I've ever seen. That being said, omfg. All I could think of was Baby Roy. My heart broke for Roman. It was beautiful and an honest portrayal of grief, but I was not ready at all. I wasn't planning on writing anymore parts, but I just couldn't help myself. This episode was too good to leave it be. I'm really happy with how it turned out! this has been my favorite series to write, Baby Roy is so fun to write and it makes me so happy to know you guys like it too!!! Thank you!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Dependence Pt. 1 / Dependence Pt. 2 / Dependence Pt. 3 / Dependence Pt. 5

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include Pt One.

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include Pt. Two

You can still taste the whiskey in the back of your throat. It’s a familiar burning. It’s something you shouldn’t welcome with open arms, but when have you ever turned away from a love that could kill you? When have you been shown any other kind of affection? Their hugs always came with a stab in the back, right between your vertebrae. They were always intentional with their strokes, never wanting to waste a moment, a movement. What you wouldn’t give for a drink right now. Salted rim. Ice. Something bright, something colorful, something to make this all go away. You were so close last time, tip toeing on the edge. Where he fell, you flew, dragged back by the skin of your teeth. You didn’t want to be saved, you wanted to be free. The memories are hazy, but your throat was scratchy, voice patchy, as if you’d been screaming. As if you’d been begging. No one explained, though you had a feeling they all heard. They looked at you differently now. You knew what they said behind your back, your fathers old posse, what they thought of you. Suicidal. Maybe. What did they care about? Now you started what could have been. The casket, the rows and rows of nameless faces, most never shedding a tear over your old man, over you. The violins, the church, the halo effect the light gives as if anyone in this room were remotely holy. You hadn’t had anything since the incident, nothing to drink, nothing to use, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t still feel it, want it. After the charcoal, the sick, after that, it seemed like you could never get rid of that boozy taste in your mouth. Faint, but there. Mocking you, your sobriety. What your father would have said to you after the incident plays on loop in your mind. That if you wanted to cry he would give you something to cry about, if you wanted to die he would give you something to die about.

Too late, you think, you beat me to it.

Your mother sat beside Caroline and Kerry, making the ever rare appearance in the world to grieve her ex-spouse. She hugged you as she came in, doing the same with your brothers and sister, reminding you this wasn’t the kind of event that came with an open bar. You smiled, unsure of what else to do, unsure of what to say, struck as if you’d been slapped across the face. She wasn’t there. She didn’t see you, in that bed, in that condition. You hadn’t even attempted to call her in that haze, you’d gone to your dead father instead. You knew. You knew even as you lay dying that she would not offer the comforts you so desperately wanted. She would not let you go in peace. Someone must’ve filled her in, though by the look in her eye you’d never know it. She was as jaded and hostile as ever. She seemed satisfied with herself, her quip, moving on to your sister and her big news. Your eyes stung. Someone put their hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Connor or Kendall. You never found out who. Suddenly you were drained. Of life, of everything, wanting to lay down on the pew and sleep forever. You let your siblings talk. You let them wander off to their prospective parties, sticking by Connor like a little kid, becoming his shadow. Since that night he hasn’t let you out of his sight. He takes care of you. He makes sure you’re doing okay. The others call, checking in more than they ever have, all of them feeling guilty. You didn’t mean to. You didn’t mean to make such a mess. You were just so angry, so alone. You were tired of fighting this thing inside of you that could not be controlled, that threatened to burn you alive.

Time passes strangely. There are gaps in between. You don’t remember sitting down or watching them carry him in, only that he rests in the aisle and you cannot stop yourself from holding your breath. You can’t take your eyes off the casket. He’s really in there, you think, he’s really gone. Part of you still thinks this is all one massive trick. That he’s going to pop up and laugh, making a fool out of all of you. You wait, but he does not stir. Despite their best efforts, Ewan takes his place at the podium. He talks of his brother and sister, Rose. Of Logan's life before you, before the money. You’d never heard any of this before. Your fathers life was a series of scattered bits of information and assumptions to fill in the gaps. You only had a handful of real facts about him, ones that weren’t superficial like his age and birthday. The realization seeps into your skin: you never even knew him. You watch the same thought in your siblings' expressions. The quiver of Roman’s bottom lip. The glazed over look in Kendall's eyes. Even Connor, your oldest brother, the one who knew him the longest, stared forward as if he were desperate to breathe and Ewans words were the only oxygen in the room. All of you hopeless without him, without this story, as if you were hearing about him for the first time. The man you wanted to be loved by so frantically was nothing but a stranger. He kept all of you at arms length, not wanting to get hurt again. Now here you were, hurting, missing out on a father, a real father, because of his fears. You dug your nails into your palms, wanting to scream.

You watched him crumble before you. He’d been so confident, so manic, you should have known. You should have known all that pre-grieving was masochistic bullshit. His words catch in his throat, his hands shuffle his cards around, until finally he needs to step down, the tears glistening in his eyes. All of you reflectively stand, meeting him at the bottom of the stairs. He is sobbing now, trying to keep it all in. Is he in there? He asks. Can we get him out? Connor steps in front of you, taking his little brother by the arm, as if he doesn’t want you to see this, as if he can protect you from their pains, their sorrows. Roman holds his hands in front of his face, shielding himself from the fury of a ghost. Through your siblings, you grab his cards from his shaking hand. I can do it, you say, catching their eyes. Even Roman, his puppy dog eyes wide and scared and sad, are surprised. I got this. You sound more confident than you feel. None object, though you watch Ken and Shiv share an argument with just their eyes. You smile at Roman, assuring him it’s okay. You have to be there for them, too. You have to be there for them like they’ve been for you. Your tiny crowd dissipates, all of them sitting around him. You take your place at the podium. There is such a huge turnout you can’t see everyone's faces, though you have a feeling you know what they’re thinking. Frank leans over, whispers something to Gerri. You clear your throat, looking over what your brother has written. Fuck. Clutching the cards, you think quickly. The silence hangs in the air thick. I didn’t know my father, you start. Not well, at least. He wasn’t, uh, he wasn’t an easy man to get to know. Some chuckle. He spent most of his time at work, with all of you. Even as a little kid, I thought that’s where Dad lived, in the office. I had no idea uh, I had no idea they lived at home with their family. More laughter. You cannot look at anyone else but your siblings. They nod at you, encouraging you to go on. Someone got Roman water. You offer a sympathetic smile at him, knowing this will haunt him. Tears are welling up in your eyes as you speak, laughter catching in your throat. I, uh, I still can’t believe it, you know? You swallow a sob. I keep thinking that he’s going to come out of nowhere, that this was just some joke he’s playing on us. That we’ll hear his laugh out of nowhere and he’ll be back. It’s not though, it can’t be. It's too real now. Your hands begin to shake, the concerned faces of your brothers and sister blurred by tears. You catch your mother wiping her dry face with a tissue. Kendall inches forward, ready to come to your rescue. I didn’t know him well, but I miss him every single day. I miss the way he used to yell and that disappointed look he gave when we messed up. I miss his condescending tone and the way he danced around an apology. I miss him. We all do. He wasn’t uh, he wasn’t an easy man to love, but who is?

Connor takes your hand in his, giving it three squeezes. Kendall went up, then Shiv. you can’t hear their words, you can only watch them try to keep themselves together. They share stories of your father, from a childhood before you. You liked hearing about it, as sad as it may be. You were grateful they had each other, that they didn’t grow up so alone. Your head rests on Rome’s shoulder, his sniffling quiet, cautious, as if your father could hear him. On the other side of the church, your mother sobs loudly. The rest of Logan's wives and girlfriends come to her rescue, comforting her, despite not a single tear being shed. You roll your eyes, wishing the day over as fast as possible. You keep close behind Connor and Willa, who are thanking the sea of nameless faces for coming. People you’ve never seen before, people you’ve seen in passing, in Christmas cards, others you have the terrible feeling that they came only to check that the old man was, in fact, truly dead. You take the car with them all the way to the graveyard where his mausoleum stands tall and daunting. Crisp, harsh lines draw you into where he hoped you would all be buried alongside him. If they hadn’t brought you back, if they hadn’t found you when they did, would you be in there now? Would you have taken the first available slot, destined to share eternity with a man who fucking hated you? A shudder goes through your body. Shiv mistakes it for grief, holding your arm. It is cold and sterile, the very place you would have expected him to be. The ground, the bugs, that’s too dirty. Too much. He never would have been cremated either. He didn’t want to rot, you think, as if this place could prevent that. Roman stands near the doorway, not wanting to go in. You wait beside him, not saying a word. Too much empathy, too much compassion, and you’ll drive him away. No, he just needs his time. You watch Connor place his hand on the places in the wall, as if he has already claimed it on his own. You drop your gaze, trying to stop the thoughts from coming. What if, one day, you’re the only one left? What then? How will you go on without them, all of them? Tears fall silently down your cheeks. You couldn’t do it without them. They were your mother and fathers, they raised you, they saved you. Without them, without them you would be nothing. You never would have made it this far, seen this many years. Despite their faults, despite everything, you owed your life to them. You always would.

Your brother disappears before you can stop him, shutting himself into isolation, into the car. None of you move, none of you get up to get him, your eyes all transfixed on what’s being done before you. Settled into his final resting place. All that anger, all that rage, where does it go? Does it come back to you? Does it belong to you now? You haven’t been angry since that night, not like how it was, your rage replaced with gratitude. You weren’t happy to be back, to be here, but it was better than the alternative. If they’d had to bury you too, you’re not sure what they would have done. Before you thought your absence meant nothing. That they’d known how to function in a world without you before, they could do it again. The way they looked at you when you woke up, when you cried, you realized just how much you’d put them through, how they seemed to age decades under those fluorescent lights. You apologized profusely, but they wouldn’t hear it. They blamed themselves, all of them. You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want to be tied back to this life, this meaningless existence, but you couldn’t let yourself hurt them anymore.

The reception is crowded, everyone sharing their condolences. Kendall gets you a water before disappearing to talk to Mencken, Roman following obediently. He makes sure you’re okay on your own, that it’ll only be a minute. You assure him you’ll be alright, really. How he would have hated this, you smile. All these people pretending to have known him, sympathizing with his children. As far as he was concerned you deserved nothing. You deserved less than nothing. You wade through the room. They’re off, doing their own things, trying each and every one of them to one day take over. You never wanted that, you never thought it was your rightful place. You know what you want and it doesn’t involve this. It doesn’t involve schmoozing, it doesn’t involve high stakes and high stress. What wouldn't save your family from this, but it’s too late. It always was. They were pitted against one another before you were even born. You sip your water, forever wishing it were something stronger. The impulse is still there. It always has been, always will be. It didn’t leave just because he did. It didn’t escape you just because he did. It sits in the middle of your chest and it is bitter for being ignored. You did it once, a whole year, you can do it again. You will do it again. If not for yourself, if never for yourself, then for them. For Connor, for Kendall, for Siobhan, for Roman. For the people who have always loved you, always will. Logan is dead. He will be. He didn’t care then and he won’t care now, but they will. It’s up to you to do better, be better, stay sober. It's not easy, it never has been, it never will be. But don’t they deserve that? Don’t each of them deserve that from you? You watch them, each of them, laugh and roll their eyes and try to find their way in this world without him. If they can do it, if they can find a reason to show up, to be there, so can you. Right?

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