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Because Two People Got Drunk: 16

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A/N: Bold is text messages, italics are flashbacks.

Summary: You and Fred try to navigate your first Christmas since you moved out, but it has an impact on your other relationships.

Warnings: Smut, very light bdsm, swearing, NSFW

Word Count: 5850

Chapter 16

F: Hey, what are your plans for Christmas?

Y/N: Uh, I hadn’t thought about it too much

Y/N: What about you?

F: Well I was thinking that we both want to spend time with him for it. So want to come to my place?

F: The three of us can spend it together

Y/N: Yeah that sounds like a great idea! We’ll need a tree though

F: You and you’re Christmas trees…

F: I get back after Saturday’s game and have Sunday off, want to get one then?

Y/N: Yup, sounds perfect! :)

Just as you finish texting Fred your phone vibrates, you see Connor’s name across the screen when you answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner this weekend?” he asks.

“Fred’s out of town so I have Oliver Friday and Saturday” you reply.

“Okay, what about Sunday?”

You pause unsure how to respond knowing this could be awkward. “Fred and I are taking Oliver out to get a Christmas Tree.”

“I haven’t seen you much” he wines. He wasn’t wrong after Thanksgiving you had only seen him once. Fred had been gone for most of the time with road games. You didn’t want to use Christie a lot, since you knew that when he was at home Fred relied on her while at hockey. It made it dating Connor difficult, but you had only been going out for about a month.

“I know, but it’s the holidays. We’re just trying to navigate being co-parents. We both want to be around for these occasions. We want him to have as many of these moments with both of us.”

“It’s kind of hard having a relationship when I don’t get to see you” he grumbles.

“I know things will be better. We just want Oliver to be able to do things with both of us around. We want to try and have as good of a relationship as possible so he doesn’t always have to have two of every event. It might be harder as he gets older, but for now we are trying out best.”

“Yeah that makes sense” he says. “Wait why are you going with Fred to get a tree?”

“Umm” you pause. You thought telling him about Sunday was going to be hard; this is going to be even worse. “We are uhh, we’re spending Christmas together. The three of us.”

“Oh well that will be fun. I have to go” he says. Before you can respond he hangs up the phone.

December 11, 2022

Fred arrives at your place at 7:30am; you barely get the door open before you hear little feet stumbling over to the door “dadda” Oliver babbles. Fred bends down to scoop him up “Oh I missed you big guy” he says kissing him on the cheek.

“Sorry for showing up so early, I just missed this cutie” he explains shutting the door behind him.

You walk through the living room picking up some of the toys your son has managed to scatter that morning “no need to apologize, we missed you.” You say walking to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“We?” Fred questions raising an eyebrow at you.

You pour coffee into two mugs “what?” you ask.

“You said we missed you” he explains picking up the coffee mug.

A blush comes across your face “Oh, I…um –“you stumble through your words, unsure how to respond. You didn’t even realize you had said it.

“You’re cute when your flustered” he takes a small sip of his coffee and you look away, still unsure how to respond. “Don’t worry I missed you too (Y/N/N).”

You bring the coffee mug up to your face trying to hide the fact that your face is bright red, still not making eye contact. You can see him from the corner of your eye and he doesn’t even try to hide the large smirk that forms across his face. “I’m going to get ready” you quickly say before experiencing any more embarrassment.

You shower and get dressed in a pair of white jeans, you pair it with a pink knit sweater, paired with pink knee high suede boots and a grey toque. “Ready?” you question walking out the living room.

As Fred pulls his SUV out of the parking garage, Connor’s name pops on the screen of your phone. You stare at it for a second before sending it to voicemail. “You can answer that” Fred says.

“No, I don’t want to deal with him right now” Fred stares at you, confusion on his face. “He isn’t overly thrilled about me spending the day with you. Or those days at thanksgiving. Or about me being here for Christmas.”

“Oh I’m sorry” Fred says lightly, but you don’t think he is being 100% genuine.

“It’s okay; I honestly don’t know how I feel about him. I think he is more invested than me. I mean I could have used Christie to watch him if I wanted to see him more than once in the past 2 weeks, but I chose not to. This is hard to balance” you explain. “But I’m sure I don’t need to explain this to you. You are probably used to dealing with this with Danielle.”

“We stopped seeing each other a couple weeks ago” Fred says while stopped at a red light, his gaze doesn’t leave the road ahead.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I guess it’s even harder for you. Being on the road while having a baby under 1 can’t be easy for a relationship.” You know that Fred never introduced her to Oliver, but he spent most of the time he wasn’t at the rink with Oliver. Because he always spent time away from Oliver while on the road, he wanted to spend as much time he was home with him. That wouldn’t have left much time for dating.

“That’s not why” he trails off lightly as he sits at the light. He runs a hand on the back of his neck “She stopped in a couple days after Thanksgiving. We had one home game, and then left right after for another road trip. She wanted to surprise me with lunch since I only had limited time at home. I didn’t know she was coming and wasn’t wearing a shirt, and she uh saw some of the…um marks you left on me.” His voice trails off at the end.

Your eyes go wide as your face goes bright red “oh my god. I never meant, or wanted-”

You are cut off by Fred’s hand coming to touch your leg. “Don’t worry, I don’t think it was going anywhere. It had been almost 4 months and I hadn’t introduced her to Ollie, but I honestly didn’t know if I ever would be ready. She just wasn’t it for me.”

He keeps his hand on your thigh until you arrive at the farm. You walk around the farm in search of the perfect tree, Oliver strapped into his sled. It makes it easier since there is snow on the ground, and you don’t have to carry Oliver the entire time.

“Not big enough” Fred says to every tree you point out.

“I feel like no tree is going to be good enough” you joke.

“I just want Christmas to be perfect” he responds.

“And the size of a Christmas tree is correlated to a perfect Christmas.”

“See, now you get it” he playfully nudges you. “You know for the one demanding a real tree the past two years, you have low standards of it” he jokes.

You scoff at him “my standards are not low” Fred chuckles as you continue walking through the farm. “I just think maybe your standards for a Christmas tree are a little high. An 8ft tree will be large enough” you say.

“Yes, but I have 10ft ceilings, so it has to be a 9ft tree” he says causing you to roll your eyes.

You wander away down a different row of trees, when you hear Fred calling for you. You walk towards him, but you hide behind a tree making a snowball. You throw it at Fred hitting him square in the chest, you immediately take off running. Fred’s large legs quickly catches up to you, he wraps an arm around you as he playfully tackles you to the ground. You squirm in a playful attempt to push him off you but he pins both your hands above your head with one of his.

“Not so tough now eh” he teases using his other hand to tickle you. You both start laughing, him still pinning you to the ground. When you both finally stop laughing you stare up into his soft brown eyes.

Fred stares down at you, looking deeply into your eyes. He places a soft but hesitant kiss on your lips. He pulls away and looks you in the eyes, whispering “du er så smuk” before leaning back in and kissing you again. You open your mouth allowing him in when you hear Oliver cry forcing you to pull apart and get up.

You resume your tree search before Fred finally stops in front of one “hey what about this one? It’s a fir like you want, looks nice and fluffy no bare spots.”

Oliver claps his hands behind you “well I think he approves” you laugh “do you think it’s too big though?”

“Nonsense” he responds finding an employee to come help get the tree. They strap it to the top of his SUV before you all head home. You make a batch of hot chocolate as Fred gets the tree in the stand. A few hours later you begin decorating the tree. Fred gets all the lights and star on as you hold Oliver and help him hang a few decorations before he loses interest. You set him down as he wanders over to his toys as Rudolph comes on the TV drawing Oliver’s attention.

“I guess this isn’t exciting enough for him” you joke, you pull out the hand and footprint ornaments you made the previous year “oh my. Look at these” you say holding them up for Fred. He walks over and looks at them “he was so little.”

“He’s growing up too fast” you whine as tears begin to fill your eyes. Fred pulls you into his chest as you wrap your arms around him “soon he’ll be dating, and driving and going off to college.”

Fred laughs “we still have a lot of time until then. No need to worry about that min kære.”

”Really? Because he was a little a year ago. Wasn’t walking or talking, now he is.”

Fred kisses the top of your head ”well just have to enjoy every minute along the way.”

December 25, 2022

You wake up before Fred and Oliver; 7:18 is shown on the clock. You make the bed in the guest room and head into the kitchen to make coffee, you are on your way to bring him coffee in bed when you hear Oliver stirring in his crib. You walk in to his room and scoop him up bringing him with you.

You walk into Fred’s room and see him laying on his back with no shirt covering his toned chest. The duvet hangs low revealing his treasure line, one of his large legs is also exposed indicating he got hot last night. His hair is slightly messy, hanging over his eyes, you can hear his slow and steady breathing. You place Oliver on Fred’s chest causing his eyes to flutter open. You sit on the side of the bed saying ”Merry Christmas Daddy” while setting his coffee on his side table..

”You can’t call me that” he groans groggily.

“Oh is it weird?” you question.

“No the opposite” he says sitting up grabbing his mug while pulling Oliver up with him. “It makes me want to rip your clothes off and tie you to this bed. Makes me want to do things I can’t do and shouldn’t even be thinking about doing with my son around.” You take a gulp, as Fred looks at you from the corner of his eye, smirking. He places a hand high on your thigh, his pinky brushing against your folds.

“Never wanted Ollie’s naptime so badly” you say somewhat joking as you feel wetness pooling with every stroke. Fred laughs pulling you to lie down beside him; you rest a hand on his stomach. You can feel the curves of his abs under your fingers, breathing in his scent. His hand gently strokes your arm as Oliver sits on his chest babbling away “this is nice” Fred whispers, you nod in agreement watching your son. Oliver crawls off and moves to get off the bed; you jump to help him so he doesn’t fall off, before he runs down the hall.

“And like that it’s over” he jokes as you both get out of bed to follow him down the hall. After opening presents Oliver sits on the floor, more fascinated with the wrapping paper and gift bags than the actual presents. “Should have just got him a bunch of empty boxes” Fred says laughing before he heads over to clean up the mess.

Your phone rings, Connors name appearing on the screen. You answer as you walk down the hall to the guest room.

“Merry Christmas” you cheer.

“Hey, Merry Christmas. How was your morning?”

“It was good, little guy was spoiled has all these new toys and only wants to play with the boxes.” You laugh.

“Yeah that sounds about right. How has it been staying with Fred?” You can hear the bitterness in his voice, he wasn’t overly thrilled about you staying there, and there have been a couple conversations about it since you told him of the plans. He argued since you lived so close you could go home at night, which was true it’s only a few blocks away. But this was easier, and you didn’t have to worry about bad weather, and could have some drinks if you wanted.

“Oh they are good; we have a good relationship so it makes this pretty easy.”

“Does he have a comfortable couch? You’re spending enough time there would hate for you to hurt your back” he questions.

Subtle you think, aware he is asking where you are sleeping. “He has 3 bedrooms, so I’m in the spare room. Bed is pretty comfortable.”

“When will you be back at your place?”

“Um the 27th. But it’s a busy couple days after that. Fred has a road game and will be back late on the 29th. His time with Oliver should start the 30th but he has a game that night. His nanny is still out of town for the holidays, so I’m going to bring him to the game and then leave him with Fred for a couple days” you ramble. “What about you? When do you get back?”

“On the 31st, that’s why I was calling. There is a new year’s party, was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

“Yeah Fred will have him then so I can come” you respond.

“Awesome, I booked a hotel room a while ago.”

“A hotel room?” you question. While you have been seeing him for over 2 months you aren’t comfortable introducing him to Oliver yet. You guys haven’t had much time together due to Fred’s schedule. You are also planning on leaving in 5 months when your maternity leave ends so you have been taking it really slow, you don’t want to lead him on. You don’t want there to be any false expectations so you are taking things slow.

“Yeah Ubers and Taxis are impossible to get on New Year’s Eve so I figured a hotel would be easier.”

“Yeah, makes sense” you respond.

“Okay I’ll text you the details. I got to go my grandparents just got here so I got to go” he says.

You hang up and walk out to Fred who playing with Oliver and his new mini sticks. “Everything okay” Fred says as you come and sit on the couch.

“Yeah it was Carlee wishing me a Merry Christmas” you lie. You watch as he sits on the floor rolling a tennis ball to Oliver who is trying to hit it back with his stick. You continue to watch the boys and take a few pictures and videos of them.

“Let’s get a family photo” Fred says tapping your hand. “You made us wear these ridiculous matching pyjamas” you laugh at that “might as well get a picture of them.”

You bought a set of red and black plaid pyjama pants, with grey long sleeved tops that say “Merry Christmas” and have reindeer antlers for you and Fred. You bought Oliver a matching onesie. Originally you weren’t sure if you were going to bring them out, and how Fred would feel about wearing them. Typically families and couples wear them, but when you saw them online you were a couple glasses of wine in and thought they were super cute, you forgot about them until the package arrived.

When you were unpacking your bag Fred walked in the room to ask you a question and saw them.

“What is that?” you hear Fred ask laughing behind you.

You turn around from the closet and follow his eyes to the matching pyjama sets he is holding up.

“Uh a couple weeks ago I got a little drunk and saw these online and decided to buy them.”

“So if you accidentally bought them, why did you bring them? Or were you drunk when you packed too?” he asks still smiling at them.

“I don’t know, guess I thought they were really cute or something.” If you’re being honest you don’t know why you brought them with you.

“You want to wear them?” he asks.

A small smile comes across your face “thought it might be nice on Christmas” you say scratching your head looking at him.

He rolls his eyes before grabbing his pair “you’re the worst” he jokes and walks away.

You smile at him, before leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. You scoop up Oliver and move to the tree when Fred joins you. He pulls his phone out and you take a few pictures together. You continue your day with him, having a nice family dinner together.

“He is out cold” Fred says returning from putting him to bed sitting on the couch. “He had a busy day”

“It was a good day” you say.

“Yeah it was nice. Good time with the three of us.”

You look at him “yeah it was” you say smiling. Fred puts a movie on, and the two cuddle on the couch. You wake up later to Fred laying you down in your bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You moan lightly as Freddie pulls the duvet up over you whispering “good night.”

December 30, 2022

“So you spent like 4 days at his place and you didn’t bone once?” Carlee asks.

“No we didn’t, adults can hang out and not have sex.”

“Yeah but you slept with him at Thanksgiving”

“That was birthday sex” you reply.

“Okay but what about the tree farm, you guys kissed then. It all just seems domestic.”

“It’s not domestic. I don’t know what it is. Maybe a convenience thing. I mean I’m with Connor.”

“You haven’t fucked him yet, and a few months ago you had feelings for Fred. Did those go away?”

“Yeah they did.”

“Really?” she questions not believing you. “Then why haven’t you slept with Connor? Why did Danielle break up with him?” you sit there quietly, trying to formulate a response but Carlee continues. “You both have feelings for each other, just get together already.”

“You’re unbelievable” you groan.

“He wore the pyjamas (Y/N/N). He didn’t want to wear them and he did. Only reason a man does that is because his girlfriend makes him do it. You aren’t his girlfriend, so why did he do it?”

“I have to go” you groan out “got to get ready for the game tonight.”

You dress Oliver in his Andersen jersey, while you wear a nameless Penguins jersey. They end up winning 4-1 against the Flyers, but you spent most of the time thinking about Carlee’s words. Why did he wear the pyjamas? But if he had feelings wouldn’t he have made a move while you stayed over.

During the game Oliver fell asleep during the third period while you were holding him. You tried to put him in his stroller but he almost woke up so you decided to hold him. Now the game is over and you are standing in the hallway waiting for Fred with a sleeping child in your arms.

Fred walks over in his grey suit, his hair wet from his shower. He wipes Oliver’s hair from his forehead before kissing him. He scoops him from your arms and you get a vague whiff of his cologne and body wash.

“I don’t have my car seat in my car, can you bring him to my place.”

You agree as Fred buckles Oliver in your car seat. You pull in to garage beside him and help him carry everything up to his condo. While Fred puts Oliver in his crib, you take your coat off and go use his bathroom. Fred see’s your back as you walk into the kitchen.

“This is nice” he says walking up behind you playing with the hem “would be a lot better if there was a name on the back though.”

“Oh yeah?” you question turning around to face him. “I don’t think there are any Penguin players who have done anything to deserve me wearing their name” you say quirking an eyebrow. Fred stares at you for a minute “is that so?” he asks, his mouth inches from your ear.

“Mhm” you say innocently.

“Father of your first born” he growls sucking lightly on your neck. “That isn’t enough for my name back there?”

“Obviously not” you say tilting your neck to expose more skin to him.

“Really?” he growls attaching his mouth to your sweet spot. He reaches down to tap the back of your thighs signalling for you to jump up. You wrap your hands around his neck and legs around his waist as a big smile comes across his face. He carries you down the hall to his bedroom, you attach your mouth to his neck biting him gently.

He gently lays you on your back and begins kissing your neck. He slides a calloused hand up your jersey and cups your breast. He leans down locking you in a deep passionate kiss while massaging your breast. He pulls your jersey and tank top off, his mouth kissing your chest. He curses as he sees you in your light pink bra with small bows where the straps connect to the cup.

You push to sit up and push his suit jacket off his shoulders, Fred steps back to remove his tie and slowly unbutton his dress shirt not breaking eye contact. You stare at his body, breathing in every curve in his muscles. Fred removes his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

You sit on your knees and run a hand over his chest and down his abs, your mouth watering. Your finger hooks in the elastic of his boxers and you pull him to you. You lick up his abs before sucking on them; he brings a hand around to unclasp your bra.

His hand drops to your breast massaging it lightly as you begin to palm him over his boxers. A guttural groan leaves his mouth as he pushes you on your back, his eyes trailing down your body. He crawls over you his mouth attaches to your breast sucking on your nipple as your hands scratch down his biceps. He slides his hand down to unbutton your pants, sliding his fingers inside your underwear.

He thrusts a finger inside of you as your back arches. He keeps his mouth on your nipple as he continues to thrust his finger inside you, sliding a second inside. He pulls his fingers out, then pulls your jeans and underwear down your legs and off your ankles leaving you completely exposed.

He kisses a trail up the inside of your thighs, his beard tickling you. He skips the area where you want him, where you need him. Continuing his trail up your stomach and chest before stopping at your mouth. He brings you in for a sloppy hasty kiss as his fingers slide back inside you.

“Fuck” you moan into a kiss, Fred pulls back sucking on your bottom lip. His two fingers set a slow steady pace as your back arches. He keeps his slow pace; he curls his fingers inside hitting your sweet spot. Light kisses are placed on your collar bone, his fingers curling inside you but not increasing their pace. Even though every time he hits your sweet spot, you know it will take a while to reach your climax at this pace.

“More” you groan out as Fred moves his mouth to your breasts sucking and biting. He is leaving marks on your chest as he slips a third finger inside of you. Your hands reach to his back scratching his neck and down his back.

“You like this baby?” he asks as you moan in response.

“This what you wanted?” he ask his lips inches from your ear. You feel your high approaching, you open your mouth but nothing comes out.

“Words Kære” he says, he keeps moving his fingers but has slowed the pace. But with three of his large fingers your body is stretched, and he is hitting the spot deep inside you with every slow thrust. Even at this slow pace, the three fingers will have you falling over the edge, but even still you manage to groan out “yes Fred, this is what I need.”

He smirks and begins thrusting faster, the increased pace brings your high to the edge. Fred senses your high is approaching as he sucks hard on your nipple. His thumb presses circles on your clit, a few more thrusts has you tumbling over the edge, you clench around his fingers, and he continues to pump inside of you.

When you finish he slowly pulls his fingers from you, and removes his boxers. He reaches into the side table to grab a condom, pulling out a box and tilts it nothing coming out “feels familiar” you joke.

“Guess I forgot to buy some, haven’t needed them for a bit” he explains returning over you to kiss you before continuing “I can run out and get some” he sighs.

“I’m on birth control” you explain pushing him over so he is on his back.

“Been down this road before” Fred laughs.

“No I am. I got an IUD put in after I delivered Ollie” Fred looks up at you waiting for more information. “You obviously were too busy staring at your son to notice. It’s a device a doctor inserted into my uterus. It’s good for up to 5 years and only stops working if I see a doctor to get it removed. It eliminates human error, so it’s the most effective method out there.”

You know this peaked his attention so you grind your hips over him, pressing down on his bulge. “Besides, do you really want to go out like this?” you tease.

Fred stares up at you “okay, but what about your boy toy? You guys always use one?”

“He isn’t my boy toy” you laugh. “And we…we um…we haven’t slept together yet.”

A devilish grin comes across his face “oh yeah?” He sits up with you in his lap pulling you down on his hard member. You moan out and begin to set a slow pace, he bites and suck your chest, marking you as your head falls back.

He thrusts up into you, pulling you down fully onto him. “What’s wrong with him?” he asks pushing into you.

“Nothing” you groan rising up and dropping back onto him.

“Two months and no sex?” he says rolling you onto your back “something must be.”

Your legs wrap around his back as he thrusts in you setting a steady pace, your hands gripping the hair on the nape of his neck. “Otherwise you would have by now.”

You groan out as Fred brings a hand to your throat, pressing your airway, partially choking you. He applies pressure to your throat as he pushes fully in to you. “Worried he can’t make you feel this good?” he asks pushing hard inside you, drawing a loud moan from your lips.

He has set a fast pace, you gasping for air throughout it. Your orgasm is approaching as you feel Fred start to become sloppy. You bring a hand down from Fred’s back to rub your clit “worried he can’t do this to you babe?”

He continues to thrust hard into you, bottoming out each time. You moan loudly “only I get these sounds from you” he growls through his erratic thrusts, eyes dark with lust. You press harder into you clit, Fred’s hand still pressing on your throat.

Finally your high comes over you; you grip the back of his neck as Fred continues pumping inside you. As you orgasm ends, you feel Fred’s dick twitch and he pushes inside spilling deep in you.

He collapses on you, still inside. “So does that deserve my name on your jersey?”

You laugh lightly, running your hands through his hair. You have never seen Fred like this before; he almost seemed jealous, possessive of you. You lay there thinking through everything Fred said; was it the heat of the moment?

You feel Fred’s heart rate slow, as he pulls out and shifts to lie beside you. He wraps an arm around you and the room fills with Fred’s soft snores. You lie there thinking of everything Fred said during sex; and how he looked at you. You haven’t seen him look at you like that in a while, but it’s different.

You are also surprised he didn’t pull out, only time he didn’t was when you were pregnant. Something about his warm cum dripping out of your cunt, down your leg feels intimate. Makes you question what you have been feeling for the past few months, and if everyone around you is right and you just can’t see it.

As you lay there overthinking the situation; you eventually feel your eye lids get heavy causing you to doze off.

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The next morning you wake up and Fred is gone. You get dressed and head to the living room seeing Fred reading to Oliver on the floor. Seeing Fred in these moments makes your heart skip a beat, adding more confusion to everything. Sometimes you wish you didn’t start sleeping with Fred again, it has added a ripple into your relationship. It would have made your relationship less complicated.

Obviously the sex is amazing, which is part of the reason you both fell back into bed so easily. But was this just sex, you thought it was. But when you saw Fred interacting with Oliver, or when his endearing brown eyes looked at you, you could feel your heart flutter.

“Mama” Oliver says causing Fred to look up at you and smile.

“Morning, want breakfast?” he asks standing up with Oliver.

“No, I need to get going.”

He walks over “big plans for New Years?”

You take a deep breath “Connor is taking me to a party” you almost whisper. You aren’t sure how Fred will respond to you spending time with him. But he smirks and brings his free hand to cup your cheek and locks your lips in a deep passionate kiss.

“When you get bored with him feel free to come hang out with your favourite boys” he says opening the door. As you step into the hall he smacks your ass lightly causing you to jump.

Later that night you have packed your bag for the hotel. You are standing in the shower letting the water hit you. You are replaying Fred’s words in your head. Why hadn’t you slept with Connor? Everyone else seemed to think there is a reason. Maybe tonight you can figure out what you want. Why your heart is being pulled in different directions. Or maybe you just get it over with and see if it helps you figure things out, rip the band aid off so to speak.

Eventually you pull yourself from the shower and loosely curl your hair, before pulling part of it back, you apply your makeup, going for a more dramatic look since it is New Years. Connor said he would pick you up at 7:30, you look to the clock it read 7:48 so he should be here any minute, likely stuck in New Year’s Eve traffic.

You try on multiple options, probably a third of your closet before finding a red sequence dress, with a deep cut and thin straps. It is short, stopping a few inches above your knees. You haven’t worn this since before you got pregnant but you try it on and it fits perfectly and you look amazing in it. You pair it with some black stilettos “perfect” you say fluffing your hair.

You look to your clock and it says 8:22. You check your phone and there are no new notifications. You call Connor, but he doesn’t answer. You move to your couch and put on an episode of The Office. Part way through the second episode you hear your phone ding.

C: Hey sorry to do this, stuck in airport. Have to cancel tonight

C: I’m really sorry. Hope you have a good new year

Without thinking or responding to your messages, you grab your bag and head out the door, you get to your car and put it in drive before you change your mind. You knock on the door and look at your watch 9:32, you hear some shuffling before Fred opens the door. He is wearing a white Nike hoodie, with a pair of dark jeans.

He stares at you, a smile coming across his face. “I was hoping your invite was still on the table” you say smiling while walking in, dropping your bag at the door.

“Of course, what happened to boy toy?”

“He bailed on me” you say laughing slightly while removing your coat.

“Fucking hell” Fred says eyeing you up and down “his loss.” He brings his finger to pull your strap down your shoulder as his mouth attaches to your neck. You jump into his arms as he carries you down the hall.

Outfit for the Tree Farm:

Christmas Pyjama’s

New Years Look

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All in the Family

Chapter 122: The Centaur and the Sneak

At first they all thought they landed outside again, which would have been a welcome relief considering the last time they'd been in open air it had not been a good night. This little clearing was dappled with light, the tree canopy just enough shade for them all to breath in the fresh air dancing about, the floor was soft spring grass that was at least a more tolerable landing than most places.

Peter knew better first though, as he seemed to have knocked over a wastepaper bin. Sirius had landed upside down against a stump, so he spotted a door for what it was instead of an oddly shaped bit of wood through a gap in the trees, and went over to pull it curiously, though it refused to open.

"Guess we're in Firenze's classroom," James said excitedly, twisting this way and that in the light, it really had been too long since they'd just lounged out by the lake. Even the last bit of fresh air they'd really had without having to worry about Moony had been a miserable time up in the owlery.

He waited only a moment more to appraise Evans one last time, but she was brushing furiously at her face and trying to pretend like nothing was wrong, and he could respect that. He summoned the book to him, and declared the chapter title.

Remus gave a slow, sarcastic clap at how proud he seemed of himself. "Congratulations Prongs, even Sirius could have made that leap in logic."

"I think calling it a leap is too kind," Peter grinned, "more like a hop."

Regulus busted out laughing in surprise, and he wasn't the only one. James and Sirius exchanged a fond smile as even Alice and Longbottom got a snicker at their expense, only Evans seemed to be trying to repress her smile, and she really wasn't trying that hard.

"I do wonder who the sneak will be though," Sirius said loudly with an exaggerated eyeroll for his 'hurt' feelings. "Maybe Harry? He can be pretty sneaky when he likes."

"You've won the last two bets, I'm certainly not going against you," Peter raised his hands up in surrender.

"A miracle in itself really, your luck must be changing for the better Padfoot," Remus grinned.

"I've got all the luck I need Moony," Sirius proudly declared.

James didn't even want to start reading as he watched, the book held loosely in one hand as he lazed back against a tree. He could have thrown himself to the ground and closed his eyes, and it really would be like none of this had even happened, they were all just laughing and ribbing at each other like old times.

Then Regulus came over and asked Peter for one of those sandwiches, and Sirius got that shifty look back in place and retreated slightly. It was better than him going and picking a fight like James would have thought he'd do by now, so even he couldn't deny things really were changing.

Someone finally cleared their throat impatiently, and he sighed deeply and sheepishly went back to the book, mostly aware there wasn't a real bathroom in here so he couldn't pretend this would go on forever.

It only took a quick conversation from Parvati and Lavender before Harry was being brought in here, and the place was pointlessly described again, but he read about Firenze with honest curiosity. Of the few centaurs they'd bothered to talk to in the forest, it was never very long, let alone getting on a first name basis with them.

"I was shocked there even were centaurs in the Forbidden Forest," Longbottom said casually enough. Not so loud as if he expected everyone to listen, but not quietly either, just chatting with Alice. "This really does sound unprecedented. I've read about them, and it's so rare for them to talk to humans really, let alone what's now going on at Hogwarts."

"I think we've all had more than enough of what he's read," Sirius huffed behind him, grabbing Remus' wrist and pulling him to the back of the classroom nearly out of sight. He knew he shouldn't now, but this wasn't an impulse he'd try to stop even when James did know, and it's not like he was going to have that conversation here. It could only be a good thing to keep Moony out of a fight as well, and otherwise distracted, he assured himself.*

James sighed in exhaustion but let the two leave, it probably was best to put some distance there, even if Longbottom actually looked apologetic for a moment. That was new at least, but clearly their plan to seem more approachable to the others was at least going to be put on hold, if not trashed all together, considering recent events.

The lesson itself wasn't really that interesting, the same nonsense Trelawney had been going on about, but now even Firenze was instructing that this was all theoretical and unpredictable. At least he was honest about his hogwash.

Sirius seemed to at least like the idea though and had to jump nearly twice his height, but finally caught a low hanging branch, and when he came down with it, they were now all glinting in starlight instead.

James made a chuffed noise at the idiot and repositioned to get the book in some better light so he could keep going.

The end of the class came with some sort of new details on Hagrid's issue this year, and he'd saved this centaur from his own heard in the meantime. He sighed and glanced back, but Sirius and Remus were now completely hidden in shadows, and Peter and Regulus were having their own whispered conversation about Hagrid's newest 'attempt.'

He could have joined them, it's not like there was anything really stopping him, just the odd idea in general of talking to Sirius' little brother. He hadn't even known the kid existed until his sorting, and Sirius had not spoken a word about him sense. James had some questions about him, but none he could bring himself asking of either, especially not now. He chanced a glance at Evans again, but she was clearly still in no mood to talk to anyone. She'd sat herself in a patch of sun, but even now that it was stars shining down she just kept fidgeting with her hair, her knees still to her chest. At least it hid her red rimmed eyes better.

When he tried to keep going and talk just turned to OWL's, he pushed away his misgivings. This was just getting ridiculous, and James Potter did not mope. He strode over and plopped himself down beside the two as Peter was saying, "and it was this gray centaur with a beard as long as Dumbledore's, and we'd caught him at a bad time cleaning his hooves so he was really short with us and-"

"That's the centaur story you went with?" James scoffed at him. "How about the time we saw this pinto one that must have been out hunting, and when he spotted Moony, he shot an arrow at him; and I do mean Moony. So he growls a warning and rears up right, all eight feet of him, and-"

"Excuse you," Regulus scowled. "It's sort of rude to be interrupting one story with another, isn't it?"

James scowled right back. "You'd know all about etiquette."

Peter cleared his throat softly and gave James a beseeching look, and he huffed. He didn't understand why Peter was clearly trying to hide a smile, maybe Sirius' little brothers idiocies was rubbing off on him. "It was a boring story," he added petulantly. He'd never gotten to tell any werewolf stories before, and this one involved both, why should Peter get all the fun?

He didn't want to pick another fight with Wormtail though, especially not over something so stupid, so took his obvious hint of eyeing the book and kept going.

At least their coming OWL's weren't forced into his consciousness long, as instead talk turned to Dumbledore's Army, and Harry teaching them all the Patronus charm!

"I've meant to yell at you about this for ages," Evans' voice sounded a little shotty, but it got better as she easily directed at him with that old irritated tone again. "You lot lied! All four of you can produce a patronus, can't you!" Nobody really wanted to be reminded of their time in Azkaban enough to bring it up before now.

"Yep," James' tone reached an impressive level of smug as he looked at her. "There's been studies done on the correlation of animagus' and patronus' and we all did them before hand to see. Would have been pointless doing all that work just to not get any good animals from the bunch."

"I've never heard that," Regulus sounded genuinely curious as he looked from him to Peter.

"McGonagall got us onto the idea," Peter nodded, "we were asking her some questions about the whole thing and if there was any way to tell-"

"As subtly as possible of course," he interrupted with a smirk.

Peter rolled his eyes but kept going, "and she mentioned it, seemed happy to actually have a reason for us hanging back in class for once without issuing a detention."

"That's really cool," Regulus actually grinned, and he didn't look half as pompous as usual while doing so. He got to his feet, took the precious time to brush the grass from his pants, but drew his wand and tried again.

Like before though, it came out very bright and solid, but still vanished before it could solidify. Regulus huffed in frustration and glared at his wand like it had done him a great personal harm.

"It really does take a lot of practice and concentration, not just one burst of energy," Peter happily coached. "You have to really feel the happy emotion you're going for, and keep it in mind for a long stretch of time-"

"We only did it around dementors that one time," James uneasily agreed, "and that was the hardest it's ever been. It still took us months of effort."

Regulus still looked annoyed every time James spoke even when he was agreeing with Peter now, but the other three all gave it goes again, with the same results as last time to all of their agitation.

Remus and Sirius finally came back over to grace them with their presence much to his relief. They looked like they'd been chasing each other around back there, a twig was even stuck in Sirius' hair and they looked a little flushed even in the dim lighting, but when they saw what was going on they looked almost pleased enough not to go running off again.

Sirius made his dog appear with pride, and it went bounding around everyone just as smug as its castor, even darting right through Longbottom before stopping at his feet once more before vanishing.

Remus just rolled his eyes at the display and quickly asked him to keep going, though James understood why, Moony hated showing off his wolf patronus and he didn't want anyone to ask for it.

As several students guardian animal was described, Regulus leaned very close to Peter so Potter couldn't hear and whispered, "if you don't tell him to stop that, he never will."

"He doesn't mean anything by it," Peter sighed. His heart stumbled unevenly though as he thought about it again, it had only started annoying him recently, he was used to not getting a word in edge wise with those two loud mouthed idiots, but if he did just keep letting them do it would the resentment return?

They all stopped their own little tasks as if a dementor had showed up anyways though, when Dobby came in and delivered the news they'd all feared since the beginning. She knew.

Alice and Frank sat up abruptly, their wands in hand and an almost terrifying look in place. Harry had gone so long without a detention, and the mark had still been mentioned to be on his hand. Would they now forever have to picture Neville the same? He'd been doing so well, they didn't even get to hear what his animal would be!

Lily scowled and wished for the millionth time she could blow that woman up as Harry had once done to Marge and send her into the stratosphere, they were learning for crying out loud! And now these kids were running for the lives!

James looked as if he were reading the death of a dear friend as his son was forced to abandon his group and make a run for it, but not fast enough. He couldn't sit still as Umbridge began hauling him off, though at least it was to the headmasters office rather than her own for another round of torture.

He was pacing in frustration and kept kicking a nearby bush on his path as he went through the rest of the other unexpected guests to this, the Minister and Percy were back! Along with two aurors?! Just what was going to happen to his son, were they really going to haul him off to Azkaban for this!

At least one of them was Kingsley, and Mcgonagall was there too, it couldn't be that bad, right?

It got almost that bad. They couldn't even laugh at the expense of the girl.

"I found our sneak," Sirius said viciously as Marietta was dragged in, James was almost in a flying temper for Harry having no way to talk himself out of this because someone in his group ratted him out.

Then he winced at his own choice of phrase and glanced at Peter, who was ducking low and trying to pretend he wasn't even there even as his fists kept tensing up in frustration for this situation same as them.

The Marauders were all trying to move past that instance now, but it was of some comfort to Sirius if Peter did still blame himself. He just wasn't sure how to tell him it was okay to forgive, but not forget, he was still working on that himself.

Remus was distracted enough though when Dumbledore got a new animal association, a scapegoat! What was he doing, pinning the whole thing on himself? He half wished James was just making all this up as Marietta began actually confirming the story, and Fudge sent Percy off to get orders ready to send Albus Dumbledore to Azkaban!

Dumbledore at least kept his head better than James was, who kept cursing fluently at this in between reading to nobodies protest, as he dispatched anyone who dared raise a wand against him, made one last cryptic remark to Harry about those merlin-awful occlumency lessons, and left in style.

HPHPHPHPHP

The others aren't ever going to be able to do patronus' in fic, I'm really not trying to make these guys all elite students who can do anything and the DA was apparently practicing since January to get this far, it's mid-March in the books when this happens, so here's what I imagine their patronus' would have been-

Lily- Adder Snake/ Until she fell in love with James, then the Doe

Alice- Elephant/ Thesteral

Frank- Kangaroo Mouse/ Thesteral

Regulus- Lion (think Scar)

Personal headcanon on top of these headcanon picks, none of their patronuses' would have taken shape even if they had been practicing long enough to do them, because they're all in the most in between moments of their life. Their animal can't form, because they're not even sure of who they are right now.

Last thing of note, I imagine Neville's is a honey badger. Let me know your thoughts on all of these, especially if you disagree and imagined different animals for any of them!

* The excluded scene will appear in a separate post

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #reading the books #patronus #HP #OotP #Wolfstar #Jilly #Lily Evans #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #James Potter #Regulus Black #Peter Pettigrew #Frank Longbottom #Alice Smith

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Prince Charming - Chapter 1

chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four - chapter five - chapter six

So tumblr is being evil and not letting me put a strikethrough on the word ‘prince’ on the title so please pretend it’s there. This was supposed to just be fluffy Intrulogical but look at what happened. It was supposed to be shorter, too! I was like ‘don’t expect it to get to 2k’ but here we are… :/ (Side note - most indications that Janus is lying are in italics, just to make sure y’all can tell since I don’t know of a way to write Janus’ tone and vocal inflection that indicates his lies except using italics (however this is only for Janus, I will use italics in dialogue for other characters and they are not indications of dishonesty.)) Word count - 3,474 Pairing - Intrulogical, Prinxiety (I didn’t plan it, it just kinda happened and I rolled with it), pre Moceit, platonic Logicality and Dukeceit bc they are cute friends, platonic/familial Moxiety bc they cute too Warnings - some characters are a lil insensitive in spots but I wouldn’t call them unsympathetic, swearing, quick food mention in a later chapter, sword fighting, self-deprecation from most sides, a character gets hurt, pining, and Remus-typical behavior (body horror mentions and other stuff heh), if there’s anything else that should be tagged or put in the warnings, tell me please!

Despite his birthday long having passed, Roman was somehow able to convince the other sides to join him in an adventure in the Imagination. While some sides, like Patton, were ecstatic about the idea, others, such as Virgil, weren’t as enthusiastic. Knowing Roman, there would be adventure, royalty, danger, and heroism, and those things didn’t appeal to everyone. But still, somehow, all had been convinced.

Roman threw the door to the Imagination open forcefully, a dramatic gust of wind seeming to help him with the task. The door opened to show an elegant white castle. The entrance to the castle grounds was only a couple hundred feet from the door. “Welcome, fellow adventurers. Please enter, this is where today’s story begins!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Virgil grumbled, shoving past Roman and entering the Imagination. “What got me to do this again?”

“One starts to wonder similarly,” Logan agreed, following the purple-clad side through the door.

“Don’t be so negative, you two,” Patton chastised. “I’m sure Roman has something entertaining planned.”

“Well, I don’t know entertaining unless severed limbs are involved.”

“To each his own,” Roman grumbled at his brother, following the last side in.

Roman closed the door behind him and clapped his hands to get his companions’ attention. They all turned to him, varying levels of excitement on each of their faces.

“Let’s get this over with,” Virgil muttered, before raising the volume of his voice to continue. “What are we doing today?”

“How kind of you to ask, Virgil!” Roman chirped. “Our adventure today is something I have had in the works for a while now. As you can see from the beautiful castle behind me, we will be engaging in a medieval war of two different kingdoms. I, and the sides assigned to the kingdom of Romania–”

“That’s already a country, Roman,” Logan interrupted.

“That is false, Logan,” Janus agreed. “Also, wouldn’t it be more…considerate not to name a kingdom multiple sides will be assigned to after yourself?”

“There’s a reason you’re not being assigned to my kingdom, snake boy,” Roman murmured, before speaking louder. “Fine. I, and the sides assigned to…Azeria will be trying to retrieve the crown jewels that belong to our kingdom. They were stolen by the kingdom of Reptania.”

“Creative,” Virgil remarked sarcastically.

Roman ignored him. “When we get to Reptania, however, we will discover that the rulers of Reptania have been keeping someone prisoner under a mind control curse that puts the prisoner under the cruel will of Reptania’s rulers!”

“Dear Lord-a-mercy,” Virgil commented, lacing his tone with exasperation.

Roman turned to him, annoyed. “Can you not? For one second?” Roman cleared his throat as Virgil snorted in response. “The prisoner can be you if you’re so chatty on the subject.”

Virgil groaned and put his head in his hands.

“Anyway, we will free the prisoner after we defeat the evil rulers of Reptania in an epic battle of medieval weapons, and take the freed emo back to our kingdom.”

“Let me guess,” Janus drawled, “Remus and I will rule Reptania, and Patton and Logan will join you in…I forget what you called your kingdom.”

“You are right, Janus, Patton, and Logan will join me in Azeria and the two of you will be in Reptania,” Roman answered, slightly annoyed. “Does that work for you all?”

Murmurs of acknowledgment and begrudging agreement were heard backgrounding a louder and more enthusiastic “it works wonderfully!” from Patton. Roman hardly gave them time to object, however, as he clapped his hands again with a grin and started walking away from the door and deeper into the Imagination.

—

“I see no reason why we have to wear this strange…attire you have picked out for us, Roman,” Logan remarked, grimacing as he struggled with putting on chainmail.

The three of them were in Azeria’s castle in the prince’s royal quarters where Patton and Logan’s outfits were laid on chairs. They had changed in separate rooms, but now they had to put on the dreaded chainmail (that they got each other’s help with because no one wanted to deal with it alone). Logan and Patton’s chainmail were colored; indigo and light blue respectively. Roman, because of his already princely outfit, felt he didn’t have to bother with the armor, despite Patton’s protests regarding safety and fairness. Patton also had a leather backpack, meant for carrying back the stolen crown jewels to their kingdom.

“We are knights of the royal court, Logan! You must. If it makes you feel any better, I have set out armor for Janus, Virgil, and Remus to wear. I was quite vehement in the note I left that they wear it.”

“Besides, Logan, it’s not that bad,” Patton said as he finished putting on the armor.

“I also don’t see why I am a knight,” Logan added. “Wouldn’t Virgil be a better choice? Fight or flight is his area.”

“He was being a chatty, sarcastic little shit–”

“Roman!”

“–so he was practically asking to be assigned to the prisoner position.”

“From what I could tell, Virgil made no indication that he wanted to be the prisoner,” Logan objected.

“He was being sarcastic and interrupting me as I covered that part of the story, Logan!” Roman argued.

“While I have no idea as to how commentary and requests correlate out of context, I suppose it’s up to you.”

“Yes, it is, and if you both are finished putting on your armor, we should go to the stables and get our horses so we can ride out to Reptania!”

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Roman?” Patton asked with a sly grin, placing a camera he brought (“to preserve memories”, as he previously explained to Roman) at the bottom of the backpack. He then put the backpack on.

Roman frowned. “Am I? What am I forgetting, Patton?”

“Swords!” Patton exclaimed with a small jump.

Roman lit up. “How could I forget? Come to the armory, my blue-clothed friends. We must arm ourselves!”

“Technically, we are engaging Reptania in a rather unnecessary battle as there is no survival-based requirement for crown jewels, so gathering arms isn’t exactly needed.”

Roman huffed and Patton gave Logan a stern look.

When they got to the armory, Roman immediately took a longsword from where it was sheathed. He seemed to weigh it and test its balance in his hands before giving it a couple of sample swings. The sword had a golden shine on it that Roman seemed to like.

“Don’t you already have a katana?” Logan asked.

“Yes, Logan, I do,” Roman confirmed, “but this is longer. I left my katana in my room anyway, I will not be using it today.”

Patton looked around the room with cautious excitement, obviously concerned for everyone’s safety with the blades, but still thoroughly enjoying picking a weapon for himself. A shortsword seemed to catch his eye. He hurried over to it and picked it up. The sword was a little under two feet in length, the center of its crossguard adorned with a round gemstone of blue topaz.

“Look at this sword, Roman! Isn’t it nice?” he asked, jumping up and down a bit. “It’s just the right size, and it has a pretty blue gem at the top of the hilt!”

Roman smiled at Patton. “It’s stunning, Padre! Perfect for a knight of your skill and prestige.”

“It is indeed quite attractive of a sword, Patton,” Logan agreed. “And the gem at the center of the crossguard matches your outfit.”

On Logan’s right was a rack of swords of various types. He picked up a flamberge sword, a couple of inches over being four feet long. The hilt, crossguard, and a wavy line going through the center of the blade were colored an indigo that matched Logan’s chainmail.

“This seems adequate,” Logan commented, holding the sword in front of him with both hands.

“It’s significantly over two thirds your height,” Roman noted. “Over twice the length of Patton’s sword.”

“Your longsword is similar,” Logan replied.

“I’m a prince.”

Logan sheathed the sword on his person and turned to Roman. “And I’m a knight.”

Patton opened the door and turned to the two. “Come on, you two, let’s get our horses!”

The three armed sides made their way out of the armory and to the stables. Roman raced ahead of his knights to stop at a beautiful white horse, a little bit taller than the others. He mounted the animal with ease and smiled at his friends who had just reached the stables.

“Pick your favorite, there are choices,” he instructed gleefully, but his voice turned serious at his next words. “Diamante is mine, though. She’s mine.”

Logan lifted his hands as a gesture of surrender and made his way over to a black stallion. “Can I take this one?”

“Yeah, you can take Obsidian,” Roman stated. “Only Diamante is off-limits.”

Patton patted a light brown horse’s mane as Logan mounted his horse. “I like this one. Do they have a name?”

“That’s Ophelia. She’s a sweetheart.”

“I love her!” Patton exclaimed, mounting the mare. He, admittedly, had more difficulty than the other two sides with the task.

He eventually got himself properly positioned on the horse, him and Roman exchanging a nod indicating readiness.

“Let’s go!”

The three horses galloped out of the stables, Diamante in the lead. They rode quickly, Roman seeming to know where to go. Azeria castle was soon left behind, and Reptania could be spotted nearby.

“How long until we arrive, Roman?” Patton asked.

Roman glanced at him quickly. “Not much longer.”

Reptania castle eventually came into clear view, the darkly colored walls of its castle giving it an eerie vibe. Some walls on the outer sides of the castle had vines growing up them; that and other creepier features caught Patton’s timid eyes, while Roman stared ahead with an unwavering glare that mirrored his determination. Logan was just relieved the adventure Roman had forced him into was closer to its end.

They arrived at the front gates, slowing their horses to a stop. Two guards moved to stand in front of the castle gates, effectively blocking the three knights’ path. Roman looked at them sternly.

“Let us pass,” Roman ordered. “We have business with the rulers of this kingdom.”

The guards stood motionless.

“Maybe try please?” Patton whispered to the prince.

“Remus is my brother,” Roman stated to the guards, before deciding to take Patton’s advice. “Please let us pass. We come in peace.”

After a moment, the guards let up and moved to let the three colorful knights pass. As the trio’s horses passed the gates, Logan leaned towards Roman (who was on his left) slightly.

“You do know that you communicated a falsehood so they would let us pass.”

Roman sighed. “Yes, Logan. But they were evil henchmen villain guards and we have to get through in order to have the epic battle and get the crown jewels.”

“And rescue Virgil,” the logical side reminded.

“Yes, but we’re not supposed to know we should do that yet,” Roman reminded him, slightly exasperated.

“We’re not?” Patton asked.

“No, Padre, remember? We’re not supposed to figure out Virgil is under a mind control curse until later.”

“How will we know?” Patton inquired.

“We’ll know!”

The three of them dismounted and walked their horses to the stables. They left the horses easily accessible, just in case they had to make a swift exit.

They quickly but carefully entered the castle and followed Roman through the halls. He seemed to have an idea of what they were doing and where to go, unlike the other two.

“Are we going to where Janus and Remus are keeping the stolen crown jewels?” Patton asked.

“Yes, now shh,” Roman whispered. “I think they’re in this next room. There are two guards stationed on either side of the door looking quite purposeful.”

“Oh no,” Logan said with a sigh. “Will we have to sword fight them too?”

Roman grinned at him. “Yes!”

“We should create a plan–”

Roman drew his sword and left the two other knights to stand in front of the guards. “If you let me pass, I will not hurt you.”

The guards drew their weapons, identical claymore swords, and stood in front of the door. The one on Roman’s right spoke. “Leave.”

“You could have at least said ‘please’ to him,” the other guard chastised.

“He threatened to harm us,” the one on the right growled.

“He could still be a nice fellow. Confused, maybe, but nice.”

“Good people,” Roman interrupted. “I am here for the crown jewels your rulers stole from our kingdom.”

“How did you know the crown jewels were in here?” the one on the left asked.

Roman gave the guard a smirk. “You just confirmed it.”

“Idiot,” the guard on the right murmured to their compatriot.

The guard on the left crossed their arms angrily. “Well, it seemed as if he already knew. He also looks like Remus, so I thought that Remus might know him and told him.”

“Did it occur to you that he looks like Remus because he’s his brother?” The guard on the right continued when the guard on the left didn’t reply. “Remus and his brother reside in rival kingdoms!”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t know that?! It was at orientation last week, you fucking moron-”

“Let me pass,” Roman cut in. “I know the crown jewels are in there, so why don’t you let me in and out and no one has to know.”

“We can’t do that, so leave,” the guard on the right answered sternly.

“Yeah, and any ask for entrance has to be reported to Remus and Janus,” the guard on the left added.

“We can skip that, just this once.”

“Nah, man, I’m afraid not.” The guard on the left solemnly shook his head. “I don’t want to get fired; need to convince my mom I can keep a job.”

“Did Remus make this guy?” Roman muttered under his breath, before speaking to the pair. “Well, I have to get in there.”

“And we have to keep you out.”

“Fine then,” Roman said, giving his longsword a swing. “We’ll have to do this the hard way.”

He walked towards the door, the guards intercepting him. The one on the left took a swing at Roman’s neck, but Roman parried it before disarming him. The guard’s sword clattered to the ground, Logan appearing from seemingly nowhere to take the fallen sword so the guard couldn’t retrieve it. The logical side drew his sword and joined Roman in the sword fight. The two quickly incapacitated the guard who was previously on the right.

“I’m telling Remus and Janus!” the guard on the left cried as they ran away from the Azerian knights. “Better to be unarmed and useful than unarmed and unconscious!”

Roman shrugged, he and Logan sheathing their swords. “We’re gonna have to fight them eventually.”

“Besides,” Patton added, approaching his friends, “that guard was funnier!”

“You mean less attentive and less intelligent,” Roman corrected.

“None the matter,” Logan interrupted. “We should get the jewels before reinforcements arrive.”

“But what about the sword fight–”

“Do you actively search for an opportunity to get murdered, Roman?”

Roman gasped in offense. “I search for adventure, thank you very much.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s get the jewels.”

Patton opened and held the door for his fellow knights. The light blue-clad side closed the door behind him and faced a medium-sized room, with the Azeria crown jewels enclosed in a glass case almost five feet off the ground. The three approached it carefully, Roman slowly drawing his sword.

Logan put out an arm to discourage him from whatever he was considering doing. “We must be careful. We don’t know what kind of alarms brashly breaking the case will set off.”

Despite the logical side’s warning, Roman broke the case with his longsword. Logan threw his arms up in exasperation and the lights in the room started to flash red. An alarm started to sound as well. Patton covered his ears with his hands and Roman sheathed his sword, staring intently at the jewels and the shards of glass that had fallen on them.

“Not to mention,” Logan added with an air of sarcasm, “the broken glass would make the jewels much harder to retrieve.”

Roman turned around and gave him a glare. “Real helpful at this point, Specs.”

Logan scoffed. “Either way, Roman, I think it’s only fair that you collect the jewels and put them in Patton’s backpack. Considering you were the one who made it harder to retrieve them.”

“Alright,” Roman conceded, rolling his eyes. “But only because I don’t want Patton to cut his fingers and I know how stubborn you are. Would you come over here for a second, Padre?”

Patton slowly uncovered his ears and tip-toed over to Roman, making sure to watch his step. He took his backpack from around his shoulders and opened it. Roman slowly took the crown, making sure not to touch any glass, shook it gently to get the glass off of it, and then carefully placed it in the backpack. He did the same with the rest of the jewels, Patton loyally holding the bag open.

The second Patton closed the bag and positioned it over his shoulders, three figures entered the room. The three Azerian knights watched as Janus and Remus walked into the room, clad in black and colored chainmail (yellow and green, respectively). Virgil was at their side, wearing purple under black chainmail.

“I take it you have a deep affinity for colored chainmail, Roman,” Logan remarked.

“It helps to tell people apart.”

Logan nodded. “Fair enough.”

Remus, who was in between Janus (who was on his right) and Virgil (who was on his left), drew his sword. It was a rapier, just under three and a half feet long. He gave Roman a glare and a villainous smirk.

“You’ve come for the crown jewels, I see,” he observed, waving a hand in the air, causing the lights to return to normal and the alarm to silence.

Roman matched his brother’s glare. “Our crown jewels, you mean.”

“But we like yours!” Remus objected.

“Don’t you have your own?” Logan asked tiredly.

Remus turned to the logical side. “Really, Logan? You’re playing Princey’s game? I thought I knew you better.” The Duke sighed and shook his head. “And yes, we have our own, but we like yours too.”

“Maybe we could trade…?” Patton suggested quietly.

“No,” Roman rejected sternly. “We must have our crown jewels.”

“Really, brother dearest? You must?”

“Yes, Remus. I must,” Roman reiterated. “They are sacred to Azeria!”

“Seriously, Remus,” Logan started, reentering the conversation, “they’re just a set of jewels. You have your own. Why are you so fixated on keeping them? Stealing them creates unnecessary conflict. By relinquishing the jewels back to our kingdom, you will be avoiding drama and the potential injury of your…companions.”

“But Logan, we want to sword fight,” the two brothers objected simultaneously.

“Really, Roman? You’re arguing against my call for their peaceful return of our crown jewels?”

“Gentlemen,” Janus cut in, “let’s not resolve this. As slowly as we can.”

Remus pointed his sword at Roman. “I think we can all agree with this tried-and-true method.”

“Umm, actually–” Patton started to object, putting his finger in the air.

“Shut your face-hole, baby blue knight,” Remus interrupted, “this has been the plan from the start.”

“I’m absolutely positive you couldn’t have said that nicer, Remus,” Janus chided.

“Since when do you care?” Remus shot back rhetorically. “Draw your sword, fellow ruler and protector of Reptania!”

Janus sighed, unsheathing his especially long sword. It was a Zweihander of a length no side cared to estimate, with a yellow hilt and straight yellow line going through the center of the black blade. The Azerians gasped at the sight, while the Reptanians already knew of the deceitful side’s impressive sword.

After a moment of silence, Roman spoke.

“Are you seriously extra at every chance you get?”

“He’s literally Deceit, Roman. Master of lies and over-the-top deceptions,” Virgil muttered, speaking for the first time. “He has swept us into theatrical and legal settings to work out problems that did not require as much drama and overthought than what was forced upon us.”

“Shut it, Virgil,” Janus ordered. “Don’t speak.”

A yellow light with a size similar (if not a little bigger) to that of a softball appeared in front of Virgil’s face for half a second before disappearing. When it faded, the sides could see Virgil’s mouth had closed and his gaze was directed to the floor. The room was enveloped in an agonizing silence.

“I told you we’d know, Patton,” Roman said quietly, with no real bite in his words.

Finally getting some more writing to y’all, yay! I hope you like it. Fair warning: school started again so guess who isn’t gonna be able to write as often (it’s me). Don’t be tricked by this. I have no idea how much homework will be coming my way so I can’t promise a lot more writing. Please enjoy this fic because it’s probably gonna be all y’all get for a while. Thanks!

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kihamsta · 4 years

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Thief

jeno, nct dream x female oc genre: fluff, high school au

summary: son ahri has had things she treasured stolen from her by lee jeno since the day she met him

words: 8486

Son Ahri thinks Lee Jeno is a thief.

Actually, she knows he is a thief.

When they were four, he stole her favourite swing at the playground in their kindergarten. Her favourite swing was the only yellow one and yellow was her favourite colour. She had recently learned what having favourites was and realised she had a lot of them.

It was a sunny afternoon and she had dashed to where her swing was as soon as she set foot in the playground, only to find a boy already sitting on it. She had told him to get up, that it was her swing.

“It is not yours,” the boy had said, “Your name is not on it.”

She had told him to play on another swing. He had told her to do the same. Seeing no other solution, Ahri had cried. Their respective class teachers got involved but the boy still refused to get up and the girl continued crying.

It was the first time Son Ahri met Lee Jeno, a thief.

The next time Jeno stole from Ahri was in elementary school.

She didn't have a favourite swing at the playground anymore but she her favourite colour was still yellow. She almost always wore a yellow satin ribbon on her ponytail and made sure it never ever came loose. However, one day, without her knowing, it had.

Just out of her uniform, she had reached up to pull her ponytail loose to find her ribbon gone. She didn't know where she had dropped it. She tried looking for it, in her room, her house and the street outside but to no avail. Her ribbon was gone.

With tears in her eyes, Ahri had gone to her mum and informed her about the grave incident. Her had mum only chuckled and told her she'd buy her some more the next day. It was not a big deal. Ahri had accepted that.

That was until the next morning when she found a guilty looking Jeno standing outside her classroom. They didn't talk much. They were not friends, so Ahri was going to just ignore him. But when she was about to enter the classroom, her eyes landed on what was in the boys hand. Her ribbon! Before she could say anything, though, he shoved the little piece of fabric at her and ran off.

Suddenly, it clicked. The previous day, she had passed by Jeno after school near the gates. She had been a few feet away when he had called after her. “What?” she had snapped.

“Nothing,” he had replied.

Lee Jeno had stolen her ribbon but for some reason had decided to return it. At least that was what ten year old Ahri had deduced.

It was their first year of middle school and Ahri realised that Jeno was on his way to stealing her best friend.

Her best friend, Na Jaemin, had lived next door to her ever since she could remember. Sadly, he hadn't enrolled in the same elementary school as her but as far as spending time outside of school went, they were quite inseparable. Her piano lessons and his art classes took place in the same building and even at the same time. They always spent every holiday together as well.

Both of them had been ecstatic when their parents had decided that they would attend the same middle school. It meant walking to and from school together, it meant eating lunch together, it meant having much more to talk about together.

Not many of Ahri's old elementary school friends were in her class and unfortunately, neither was Jaemin. She would spend lunch time with Jaemin and that was more than enough. That is until one afternoon, Jaemin showed up to lunch with another boy in tow: Lee Jeno.

Jeno was all smiles as usual as he took a seat across from Ahri while Jaemin slid in next to her. “Jeno says he knows you,” Jaemin said excitedly.

Ahri's smile was thin as she replied, “Yeah. We know each other.”

That was how their duo became, to Ahri's exasperation, a trio. The two boys were in the same class and got along like a house on fire and Ahri feared that at some point, she would drift apart from Jaemin. So, she took precautions. She started spending more time with the girls from her class and formed solid friendships with a couple of them, especially with a girl called Heo Jinri. Heo Jinri always wore her PE track pants under her skirt and always had something to add to any conversation. Everything that Ahri didn't say out loud, Jinri said for her.

However, to Ahri's surprise (and relief), the drifting apart never happened. Jaemin, and even Jeno, for some reason, strongly insisted on eating lunch together, even if it meant eating on the grass outside with Jinri going off about her new favourite idol group.

Ahri had to walk home alone only on days Jaemin was absent. On those days too she'd be accompanied by Jeno for a part of the way home. When their parents allowed it, the four would even catch movies together.

Jeno stole nothing from Ahri all throughout middle school. They shared a best friend though and spent a lot of time together. Maybe, Ahri realised, they were friends too.

In their second year of high school, Jeno went back to his criminal ways.

“Did you guys see the poster?” Huang Renjun asked, more like yelled, as he entered the classroom. He had moved to Korea from China a little over a year ago, but his Korean vocabulary was almost scarily good. Ahri thought he made some boys their age sound dumb, but that could be because she was biased. Renjun had become a very good friend very fast, courtesy of Jaemin and Jeno.

Whoever they befriended, Ahri did too, and vice versa, even though Ahri wasn’t as good as the boys at making friends.

“The Duet Song Festival one?” Heo Jinri asked, from her perch on top of her desk. She still wore track pants with her skirt.

“Won't it get our school sued? Copyright... trademarks... something like that?” Jaemin sounded genuinely concerned.

Ahri snorted, “Like they care about one tiny high school.”

“Its interclass,” Renjun announced, like it held deep meaning.

The other three sucked in a breath. Their class had suffered a humiliating defeat at the annual sports event, and that too at the hands of the freshmen. It had been humiliating enough that in high school, they were being subject to things like a ‘sack race’, the fact that Zhong Chenle from Class 1-A was an absolute beast and had annihilated everyone made it worse.

Their class had only one medal, because of Jeno winning the high jump event, and that was it. No one had bothered to even find out what rank their class was on, they had simply, sadly walked home.

The four collectively came to a realisation: this was a chance at redemption.

Renjun’s eyes lit up. The boy could sing, and everyone knew.

“It’s a duet festival though,” Jinri reminded the boy, and his shoulders visibly sagged.

That small technicality didn’t completely bring him down however. One could tell by the way his eyes wandered the classroom, going from one face to another. After some internal contemplation, he spoke, “Guys, does anyone want to participate in the duet song thing?”

The class was almost full but the responses were few, all of them negative. Morale was at an all time low in Class 2-E after the sports day.

“Good then, me and Ahri will represent our class.”

Ahri let out a strangled protest and stood up from her seat. But soon after, Jeno entered the room, announcing that the teacher was on her way. Everyone went back to their seats, Renjun with an especially satisfied smirk on his face, leaving a shocked Ahri the only one on her feet. Jeno raised his eyebrows at her as he walked over to his seat which happened to be the one right in front of her. Ahri couldn’t help the pout that appeared on her lips as she gestured to Renjun. As he sat down, Ahri thought she saw Jeno’s ever-present smile fall.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Never.”

“But you will.”

Na Jaemin rolled his eyes. Heo Jinri was scrolling through her phone while Lee Jeno was silently gulping down food, his eyes not leaving the lunch box even once. The back and forth between Ahri and Renjun had been going on for almost five minutes. The other three were growing annoyed.

“I cannot sing on stage!” Ahri said hoarsely.

Renjun looked unconvinced, “Oh, please. I know you did piano recitals since you were like eight or something.”

Ahri opened her mouth but said nothing, taken aback by the fact that Renjun knew something she had never told him about. In a second though, she gained her composure and threw a glare at Jaemin. No one else could have told Renjun. Turning to the latter, she spoke, “We started the chapter on Correlation yesterday in Maths class. Weren't you paying attention?”

Renjun only smirked, “I didn't know you were smart enough to understand Maths.”

Positively fuming now, Ahri turned a shade of pink. Jeno finally looked up from his food.

“How is insulting me helping you, Huang Renjun?” the girl asked.

Said boy's shoulders sagged. “I'm sorry,” he said, his voice now soft, “But I really need you to sing with me. You're good and we have a chance.”

Ahri blinked a few times. Renjun sounded almost desperate. “I’m not good and you haven't ever heard me sing a full song.”

“Then sing for us right now,” Jinri suggested with a shrug.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea!” Jaemin said, enthusiastic for some reason.

Ahri would save a good punch or two for each of them. The only one who wasn't adding fuel to the flames was Jeno, and she was grateful. She turned to Renjun, who looked close to tears. Did this competition mean that much to him? She let out a sigh. “Can you guys at least not look at me?”

Renjun's face lit up. “Sure!” The boy hurriedly turned his back to her. The others followed silently, Jaemin shooting her a dirty look for giving them extra exercise.

Ahri cleared her throat and then let out a deep breath. She chose to sing a song she was most comfortable with. Eyes trained on the floor, she sang a verse and the first chorus. As soon as she was done, Renjun all but spun around on his butt to face her. He started clapping and she'd never seen him smile so brightly. The others turned around and joined the applause, their clapping not as enthusiastic. There were smiles on their faces nonetheless.

“We can win, Ahri,” Renjun grabbed her arm and lightly shook her.

Ahri couldn't help but crack a smile, “We can't be so sure. Other classes have really good singers too.”

“Doesn't matter,” Renjun said dismissively, “we’ll practice hard.”

“We'll have to choose a song first,” Ahri pointed out and then turned to the rest of their friends. “You guys will help us out, right?”

“Sure,” Jinri said with a shrug.

Jaemin nodded, smiling widely.

“I'll play guitar for you guys,” Jeno suddenly blurted, speaking for the first time since they had started eating. His eyes travelled to Renjun and then to Ahri. Voice much softer, he spoke again, “I mean, can I?”

“Of course! I heard live instruments are preferred.” Renjun held his hand out for a high five which Jeno met halfway. Jinri looked like she was biting back a smirk.

“It's settled, then,” Ahri said, mostly to herself.

Jaemin raised his arms over his head and looked at the sky dramatically. “Finally!”

It didn’t take them too long to choose a song. Two days after Ahri had agreed to the duet, they had shortlisted three songs with help from Jinri. ‘Some’ was rejected on grounds that there were probably five other teams that were singing it. ‘Give Love’ was rejected because Renjun refused to even try to rap, which was, in hindsight, wise on his part. That meant they ended up with ‘Garosugil at Dawn’, which both Ahri and Renjun were fairly pleased about.

“Who broke your heart, little boy?” Jinri had asked when Renjun had shown a bit too much love for the song. To be fair, the boy had looked a little too wistful, staring into the distance with a smile on his face for five seconds straight.

They had quickly decided on a practice schedule: every other day after school at 5 in one of the music rooms; they decided to give themselves rest on the weekdays. The contest was almost two months away, they didn’t need that much practice, not now at least.

Ahri would be lying if she said that Renjun’s enthusiasm wasn’t rubbing off on her. Instead of dreading having to sing with him, she was starting to almost look forward to it. She liked her song and her partner. Things weren’t as bad as she thought they would be when Renjun had first suggested it. But then again, they hadn’t started practicing. Things could get bad then.

Abruptly, she stopped in the middle of the hallway and shook her head. A student or two gave her annoyed looks. Stopping abruptly in a crowded hallway after school wasn’t the best idea.

“What’s wrong?” a familiar voice asked from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Jeno looking down at her. “Nothing,” she answered, without much thought.

“Why did you stop walking suddenly then?”

Her best friend’s best friend seemed to have a lot of questions today. “Were you following me?” she teased.

Jeno, to her surprise, look uncharacteristically annoyed. “This is a hallway. I was just walking behind you.”

“Cool,” Ahri said dismissively as she glanced behind him, “where’s Jaemin?” They didn’t have the same subjects, so despite being in the same homeroom, they changed classes quite a lot.

“Club meeting. They’re planning a trip to an old age home.”

The girl nodded in understanding, a pout on her lips. “So it’s just us today.”

To her surprise, Jeno looked bothered. She hadn’t intended for that to happen. “Is that so bad?” he asked.

“No!” Ahri was surprised at how defensive she sounded. Since when had she cared about Jeno assuming she didn’t like him? “It’s just that I’ll be alone for the rest of the way.”

“I can walk you home, if you want,” he offered.

Not knowing what to say, she looked up at him with eyes a fraction wider than usual. This was new. Jeno had never offered to walk her home before, and there had been many opportunities over the years.

Somehow she mustered up a few words to say, “No need. It’s too much trouble for you.”

“Tell me if you change your mind.”

The girl could only nod. This was odd. She started walking silently when Jeno motioned for her to lead the way. Their walk from school to the bus stop was spent in awkward silence. It hadn’t been awkward between them in years.

Ahri didn’t know when Jeno had gone from being the boy she had hoped and prayed would stop hanging out with them, to the boy whose company she kind of enjoyed. Sometimes, when he was absent from school for over two days, she missed his presence. Of course, she was never going to admit that. Not even to Jaemin.

Ahri didn’t like this strange silence, so once they were on the bus, she decided to break it. “We chose the song, by the way.”

“Which one?”

“Garosugil at Dawn.” She could feel his gaze on her but she kept her eyes trained on the bland scenery outside. Jeno was behaving strangely and she was afraid to meet his eyes. Maybe she’d see strange things in them.

“I can manage that.”

Deciding Jeno’s response sounded fairly normal, Ahri decided to turn to him. That was a mistake. He was looking down at her, unsmiling. Was he in a bad mood? She wished she could say something that could make him smile till his eyes disappeared. She liked smiley Jeno.

“Will you be playing the piano too?”

It took Ahri a second or two longer than usual to reply, “I guess.”

“Then we’ll have to practice playing together too,” Jeno said, finally breaking eye contact and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

Ahri let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. She felt like she could speak better now. “About that. We’ll be practicing in the music rooms after study hall every other day. You don’t have to come every day if you can’t.”

“It’s okay,” he turned to her again, but this time with a smile, “I’ll try to make it.”

“Thanks for offering to play for us,” the girl managed a smile, “that was nice of you.”

“That’s what friends are for right?” For some reason, the boy took a deep breath after speaking. Not knowing what to say, Ahri allowed a silence to settle between them, this one a little less awkward than the one before.

When they got off the bus, Ahri was aware of the fact that Jeno was side-eying her, probably wanting to know if she’d changed her mind about him walking her home. She didn’t know what she wanted. They walked in silence till they came to where they had to separate. It was a fifteen minute walk to her house and she had taken the path alone so many times. It was his fault for making her feel like she needed him to walk with her. What was Lee Jeno up to?

“You’ll go alone?” the boy asked, sounding strange.

It made Ahri look up at him. His eyes looked darker than usual and his jaw was clenched. Ten minutes ago, he had smiled at her. What had gotten into him now? “Yeah,” the girl tried to give him a carefree smile, “I’ll be fine.” The boy merely nodded, gave her tiny wave and walked away.

Ahri sighed (out of relief or disappointment, she did not know) and continued on her way.

Thankfully, Jeno had returned to his normal self the next day. He wasn’t sitting in his place. He was at the front of the class discussing something with a group of other boys that apparently was hilarious. When he caught Ahri looking at him, his eyes didn’t grow dark, and his smile remained on his face.

Mood swings, much?

His behaviour the previous day had left her confused and irritated and she didn’t know what she would do if he had continued to behave that way. She didn’t know what had caused that behaviour, she just hoped it wouldn’t happen again. She liked smiley Jeno.

Breaking eye contact, Ahri turned to talk to Jinri, who was a bit stressed lately. The latter was on a quest to find a part time job to finance her fangirl-ing expenses. “By the way, I saw a ‘Hiring’ sign at a café nearby,” she told her friend.

Jinri smirked, “By the way, I caught you staring at Jeno for one minute straight.”

Ahri felt her cheeks heat up. “I wasn’t staring!” she claimed, her voice a whisper as she looked around, making sure no one had heard.

“Watching, observing, eyeing, whatever,” the other girl rolled her eyes, “You were looking at him.”

A sigh left Ahri’s lips, “He was acting weird yesterday but now he’s completely normal.”

Jinri’s smirk seemed to grow, “It was just the two of you yesterday, wasn’t it?”

Ahri didn’t like how her friend sometimes acted like she was enjoying a private joke that no one else knew. “Yeah. So?”

“Nothing,” the smirk refused to leave the girl’s lips, “He was probably having a bad day or something.”

“But…” Ahri trailed off. She didn’t want to tell Jinri that Jeno had seemed like he was angry but had been nice to her at the same time. How does one explain that? She didn’t like the way Jinri was smirking and also didn’t want anyone to overhear, especially not Jeno.

“Oh wow,” the other girl said flatly, “now he’s staring at you.”

Eyes narrowing into a glare, Ahri spoke, “I know you’re trying to trick me.”

Jinri shrugged, “Don’t believe me if you don’t want to.”

Rolling her eyes, Ahri turned to the front. She didn’t understand what had suddenly gotten into her friend. Jinri liked teasing people and especially got on Renjun’s nerves but she had never teased Ahri about Jeno. Sure, she had tormented Ahri when she had developed a crush on a senior the previous year but never over any of their guy friends. Why Jinri thought it was now a good idea to imply that Jeno liked her or something, Ahri couldn’t figure out. Jeno didn’t like her, she knew. She wasn’t always nice to him. He had no reason to like her.

When Jeno scrambled to his desk just before their teacher walked in, Ahri found herself unable to look at him. Instead she just stared at the book on her desk.

For the entire class, she felt like Jinri was smirking at her and she just couldn’t concentrate on what the teacher was saying. The fact that their Korean teacher taught like he cared about the class as much as he cared about a pebble on the road didn’t help. The girl felt her eyelids grow heavy. A few times she startled herself awake but after the fifth time she dozed off, she decided to give up on staying awake.

Glancing at the teacher to make sure he wasn’t looking, Ahri slowly reached out for Jeno with both hands. He grew stiff when she first touched him, and it almost made her pull away, but he relaxed soon enough. He allowed her to gently position him so that he was blocking their teacher’s view of her. This was a frequent occurrence. He was taller and broader and covered her perfectly.

The sound of chairs scraping over the floor made Ahri shoot up in her seat. She stood up to greet the teacher as he left, but as soon as he was gone she sat back down and resumed her previous position: cheek squished against her arms as she used them as a pillow. She squeezed her eyes shut as the class grew noisier. She really wanted to fall back asleep.

Her eyes shot open, however, when someone grabbed her shoulder and violently shook her. Cursing under her breath, she looked up at the perpetrator. Jaemin looked down at her with an angelic smile on his face. “It’s lunch time, wake up.”

“I hate you.”

Jaemin did not look bothered by the sudden hatred directed towards him, he only reached forward and took his best friend’s cheek between his fingers. “You’re drooling, sleepy beauty.”

“I’m not,” Ahri snapped defensively, but still reached up to wipe the corners of her mouth. It was a difficult task, given Jaemin was still pinching her cheek.

Renjun was suddenly beside Jaemin. “Let’s go, guys, I only had an egg for breakfast,” he said, his hands on his tummy.

Jeno, who had been putting his things away, stood up. Renjun spared him a quick glance before speaking to the girls, “You guys head to the roof, we’ll buy a few things in the cafeteria, okay?”

“Sure,” Jinri responded with a shrug while Ahri only smiled up at the boys, turning to put her things away.

With no more to say, the boys made their way towards the door. Jeno put his arm around Renjun’s shoulders as they listened to Jaemin talk rather passionately about food.

Just as they were about to exit the classroom however, Jeno stopped in his tracks like he had been struck by lightning. The smaller boy beside him looked up at him in confusion, but Jeno paid him no mind. He turned to where his other friends were sitting. “Do you want something from the cafeteria?”

The question was meant for both the girls but for some reason, his eyes met Ahri’s.

“Banana milk,” Ahri and Jeno said at the same time. Ahri tried to stop her lips from tugging up into a smile but failed. Thankfully, Jeno did too. He gave her a nod and then pulled Renjun along with him and into the corridor.

“Nice,” Jinri said, “he forgot about my existence.”

Ahri stood up, lunch box in hand, and turned to her friend, “Did you really want something?”

Jinri smiled mischievously, “No, it would be nice to be asked. I just want Lee Jeno to stop being an idiot.”

“Fair enough.”

Ahri shrugged and held out her hand for Jinri to hold before they made their way out the class too. This was routine. The boys usually got their food from the cafeteria and the girls brought homemade food. Apparently it wasn’t cool to carry lunch boxes for the guys anymore. Their group of five always ate together on the rooftop. They didn’t know why but a portion of the rooftop wasn’t off limits for the students, and it was never crowded. A majority of the time, they were the only ones in the place during lunch. Maybe it was because the kids were too lazy to climb up the stairs. More realistically though, first years probably did not know about it yet and the third years were too busy to come out of their classrooms for trivial things like lunch. No one was complaining about the lack of other company though.

Everything was going as it always did everyday of every week until the girls rounded a corner. As soon as they did, they came across a group of girls deep in conversation outside one of the classrooms. One of girls in the group happened to glance over to Ahri and Jinri. She narrowed her eyes at them (much to their confusion) and leaned over to whisper something in her friend’s ear. Said friend also turned to look at them and was less cautious about showing her disdain, her lips curling into a sneer.

As confused as they were, the two girls didn’t stop walking. It wasn’t worth getting into fights for no reason at all. Once on the floor above though, Ahri spoke. “What was that about?”

Jinri seemed to be thinking of an answer. “Don’t know,” she finally said, “That class in full of weirdos though. Even their class teacher is weird. He’s always smiling, but only at girls.”

Ahri frowned, “I thought he was just being nice.” Nice teachers were rare.

“Oh, you naïve little child,” Jinri said with a shake of her head.

Ahri only rolled her eyes. She took the stairs two at a time, making the other girl rush behind her with a string of complaints. She flung the door to the rooftop open and made her way to their usual spot, right at the edge, in a corner against the safety net.

As soon as they were seated, Jinri whipped out her phone, ready to show Ahri her favourite girl group’s new music video. It took four more music videos for the boys to finally arrive.

Jeno made his way over to Ahri and sat down beside her. With a tiny smile he handed her that banana milk. The other boys followed suit. No one said a word as lunch boxes were opened and seals were ripped off as everyone wolfed down the food they didn’t ever realise they had been craving.

After several minutes of silence, which was only broken by faint sounds of chewing, Jinri spoke up. “By the way, Na Jaemin, what did you do to Kim Solmi? She and her gang looked like they were plotting to murder us.”

Everyone loved Jaemin, with his bright smile and chatty ways. However, sometimes, try as he might, he couldn’t return certain people’s feelings. He’d inadvertently left a trail of broken hearts behind him. Alarmed at the new information, the boy seemed to find it difficult to swallow a mouthful of omurice. Interest piqued, the others waited for him to speak. Jeno, however, had taken a sudden interest in a trash can on the far end of the roof.

“It wasn’t me!” Jaemin burst out as he was done chewing his food. “It was Lee Jeno this time.”

Ahri reacted a little…a lot more quickly than she would have liked to. Her head whipped sideways to look at Jeno, the tips of whose ears had turned pink. He seemed to hold her wide-eyed gaze for a fleeting moment before he turned to the rest of their friends. “It isn’t like that,” he claimed, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “She, uh- actually she confessed to me yesterday and I said liked someone else to get out of it. That’s really it.”

Was it okay for Ahri to sigh in relief? “That’s it?” She felt like she sounded a little too hopeful.

Jeno didn’t seem to notice, he nodded earnestly. “Really,” he said. Then, after a pause, “She didn’t do or say anything to you, did she?”

“Except for the glaring, no. It’s weird though. We used to be friends in middle school.”

Suddenly Jinri’s interest seemed to be piqued. “Yeah, Jeno. It was weird. What did you say to her?”

The pink from the boy’s ears seemed to shift over to his cheeks as he mumbled something that was hardly audible.

In the weeks that followed, Kim Solmi’s distaste for them thankfully didn’t take a turn for the worse. Sometimes, when she passed by Ahri, she would side-eye the girl. Ahri didn’t dwell too much on the other girl’s actions.

Except, when she happened to be with Jeno, Solmi seemed to be extra hateful. She’d roll her eyes and let out really loud scoffs as she passed by them. Once she’d gotten a bit too close in the hallway and Jeno, for some reason, had wrapped an arm around Ahri’s shoulders and pulled her a little bit closer. She hadn’t thought much of it then. It was just her friend saving her from an unreasonable, one-sided conflict.

When Jeno started doing it when his admirer wasn’t around, however, Ahri thought about it. Ahri thought about it a lot. Like right now as they were walking to the music rooms together. He had his guitar case slung over one shoulder, but he had his other arm over her shoulders. There was absolutely no need for him to do that. Ahri tried to tell herself that it was because the hallway was crowded, but he had never had a problem with letting her walk on her own before. It wasn’t like she couldn’t dodge the occasional rowdy kid.

She didn’t detest being touched by her male friends. Sometimes, Renjun fondly patted her on the head and she was used to Jaemin and his affectionate ways. ‘Affectionate’ couldn’t be used to describe her relationship with Jeno though. There had always been an underlying awkwardness between the two of them. It was perhaps because they both knew of Ahri’s dislike for him during their childhood.

As she was forced to befriend him in middle school, she’d found herself trying to recall why she’d disliked the boy and had come up with nothing. Even now when she tried to remember why she’d been so reluctant to get to know Jeno, she could come up with nothing substantial.

When they did become friends, they got pretty close but not like the rest of the group. Their relationship was never carefree, both a bit strung up around each other. Jeno was so nice and respectful that sometimes Ahri thought something was wrong with her. No one would be a friend to her like Jaemin was. That fact was undisputable. But even Renjun, who she’d known for only little over a year, was more of a ‘buddy’ than Jeno ever was: the kind of friend that didn’t leave her skin tingling whenever he touched her.

When they arrived at the music room their passionate friend had rushed after class to capture, Jeno finally let go. They entered the room to find Renjun waiting with his arms crossed over his chest and with one foot tapping on the floor impatiently. “There you are!” he exclaimed.

The other two couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or excited. What they did know was that they would be spending a long time practising.

They indeed ended up spending quite some time in the room, but at some point, they had stopped practising the song for the competition and started singing random songs that came into their minds. Obviously they had had way too much fun because when the trio separated at the main gate, it was already dark.

Renjun said goodbye with a cheerful wave and went his own way, leaving the other two in each other’s company. Without words, they started walking towards the bus stop. Now that there were no rowdy boys or glaring girls to protect Ahri from, Jeno didn’t have his arm around her shoulders.

“We really lost track of time, huh?” the boy broke the silence.

“No kidding.”

There was long pause before Ahri spoke again, “But it was fun.”

“It was like karaoke,” Jeno smiled down at her. “Can you believe the number of Korean songs Renjun knows?”

“Sometimes he feels more Korean than us.”

Jeno let out a chuckle. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but before he could, the bus’s bright headlights shone on them from a distance, making them both turn towards it. The two silently climbed onto the bus as it slowed to halt before them. Finding seats wasn’t a problem, finding a way to keep Jeno’s guitar upright and making sure it wouldn’t fall as the bus moved was.

“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this every day,” Ahri said, her lips curving into a pout, sympathetic and extremely touched. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Jeno simply responded. Those three words made Ahri’s stomach flip. That had quite literally never happened to her before. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Swallowing rather obviously, she turned away from him, wondering why he was making her feel this way. “...and Renjun,” the boy added belatedly.

This time, Ahri felt her stomach drop. She was disappointed, she realised. She unconsciously shifted away from Jeno as another realisation hit her: she wanted Jeno to do something, anything, just for her. What did that entail for her feelings for the boy? She didn’t want to know.

That is why she rushed off the bus as soon as it stopped at their stop. She was hoping the guitar would slow Jeno down a bit, but he was quick. He caught up to her soon enough, grabbing her by the sleeve of her blazer. Surprised at how brazen he suddenly was, she let out a little gasp as she looked up at him.

His eyes softened when they met hers. “It’s pretty late. Let me walk you home at least today?”

It was late, and Ahri didn’t want to walk home alone. “I will allow you to walk me home,” she said with a cheeky smile.

Jeno let out a snort of laughter that he didn't seem too embarrassed about. Then he did something that she’d never thought he’d do. His hand slipped from her blazer, slowly and deliberately, and came to hold hers. Ahri struggled to keep the same cheeky smile on her face. Thankfully, before she could do something embarrassing like squeak or gasp, he tugged her forward gently.

It took a few moments for her to fall in step beside him. It took longer still to process the fact that Lee Jeno had decided to hold hands with her. Maybe friends did that sometimes but a friend holding your hand isn’t supposed to send your heart racing, is it? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything other than the fact that she kind of wished Jeno would walk her home every day.

There was only a week left till the competition and Renjun was late. Ahri checked the time on her phone. He was exactly twenty minutes late and she had listened to four songs in an attempt to pass time after getting bored of waiting. She let out a sigh of exasperation. She hated waiting. She had spent too much time out of the window at the quad waiting for Renjun to come running across it.

Just as she was about to call him up, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Her heart leapt up to her throat at the sudden touch. Her mother always told her not to keep her earphones on all the time, maybe she was right.

With a gasp she turned to face the person. It took only a moment to realise the person in question was a lot closer than she had thought and that the person was Jeno. In the next moment, her lips came in contact with another pair of lips. She closed her eyes on impact, body only half facing Jeno. Time seemed to slow down and she couldn’t hear anything other than the pounding of her own heart.

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. These kinds of things only happened in unrealistic dramas. This wasn’t happening.

It felt like eons before he pulled away. Ahri let out another gasp, “Jeno, I—” His lips were on hers once again. One of his hands gently gripped her chin. Her eyes shut once again, finally accepting that this was actually happening. As confusing as it was, it was happening and she wasn’t opposed to it.

The kiss stopped as suddenly as it had started. Jeno pulled away suddenly, staring down at her, his breath ragged for whatever reason. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out. Ahri couldn't quite find it in her to speak. “I didn’t mean to,” Jeno added.

Ahri felt a lump grow in her throat as she watched Jeno grab his guitar and rush out of the music room.

Lee Jeno had just stolen her first kiss.

Lee Jeno had stolen her first kiss and run away.

The day of the competition had arrived. It had been a week. A week since Jeno had kissed her and fled. A week since he had actively maintained an arms distance from her. She didn’t know what to feel about the fact that he had made sure that they never had to go home alone together. Sometimes she wanted to laugh when Jaemin showed up out of nowhere when they were heading home after practice.

“How is our Riri doing?” Think of the devil, Ahri thought as her fingers halted on the piano keys mid-arpeggio.

“I’m okay,” she said. She gave him a tiny smile as he pulled up a chair beside her. Jaemin reached up and played a single shrill note on the piano and flinched. Her smile grew. He always did that.

“Don't lieeee,” he said in a sing-song voice, his pout almost audible.

Ahri's gaze fell to the piano keys. “I’m kinda nervous.”

“I’m not talking about that.” The light heartedness in his voice was gone. “Look at me.”

Despite the fact that her cheeks were quite literally flaming, Ahri’s met her best friend's gaze. “Jeno has been avoiding me,” she let out, sounding small.

“We all know that, idiot. Why is he avoiding you though?”

Involuntarily, she sniffled. “He didn't tell you?”

“No,” Jaemin let out a sigh, “that's why I'm asking you.” Another sniffle from Ahri. “Are you crying? Did you guys fight?”

The girl shook her head. “He kind of...kissed me and ran away. He hasn’t spoken to me since.”

There was a long silence.

Almost a minute passed before Jaemin let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff. “That idiot!” After another beat of silence, the boy let out a real laugh. “You're an idiot too, you know? Stupid things like this wouldn’t happen if you guys just admitted you like each other!”

“We don’t—”

“He’s right. I agree.” The pair of friends both looked to the door at the same time, eyes wide. Renjun stood there holding Ahri’s water bottle, looking like he hadn’t snuck up on them. “You guys are talking about you and Jeno, right?” The other two nodded. “That guy’s taking too long to confess,” he said with a slight tilt of his head.

“No one’s talking about confessing,” Ahri blurted.

Renjun exchanged a look with Jaemin. “Are these two still in denial?” Jaemin only shrugged. He honestly didn't know. The other boy sighed and handed Ahri her water bottle. “Warm water. Our performance is soon.”

Ahri muttered thanks and proceeded to chug the water.

Renjun placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile that made her feel like the world was at peace. “You guys will be fine. Let's go.”

Ahri could feel her heart pounding in her chest harder and harder in her chest as they approached the back of their school auditorium. She could tell Renjun was nervous too. He was a lot stiffer than usual.

“I wish Jaemin could have stayed,” Renjun murmured as they finally entered the crowded backstage area. Ahri couldn’t agree more. Jaemin was quite a bubble of cheerfulness; he’d at least keep them distracted. Unfortunately, only participants and musicians were allowed backstage. So he had happily bounded off, promising to tell their friend Raon from the photography club to take good pictures of them. “Where’s Jeno anyways?” Renjun sounded antsy. Almost as if his name had summoned him, Jeno appeared beside Renjun. He muttered an apology, something about his guitar and the sound people.

For once the pounding in Ahri’s chest wasn’t because Jeno was in the vicinity. She was nervous. It had been a while since she had performed in front of this big a crowd. Renjun seemed to notice. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. His hands felt a tiny bit unsteady. The smile that he gave her though was reassuring. From the corner of her eyes she saw Jeno stick his head out to take a glance at them before quickly going back to his previous position.

Too soon, someone called for Son Ahri and Hwang Renjun to go on stage. The MC who was someone from third year gave them an enthusiastic and over the top introduction, of which Ahri could register very little. The spotlight was glaring down at them and it made her eyes water. When she looked down at the crowd she couldn’t make out a single face. Someone let out a loud shriek of a cheer. It sounded a lot like Chenle. That made her smile.

Shaking off the nervousness, she quickly made her way towards the piano and settled down, making sure the mic wasn’t too close to her. As her partner was introducing their song to the audience, her eyes wandered to the other side of stage. Jeno had already seated himself on a stool, looking more relaxed and ready to perform that she ever felt. Maybe he felt her eyes on him. That was probably why he turned to meet her gaze. She must have looked a lot more nervous than she thought, because the first thing he did after their eyes met was to take a deep breath, as if reminding her to do the same. Then with a quick glance at Renjun he mouthed, ‘One, two, three, and four.’

Renjun sang the first words of the song at the exact second Jeno strummed the first chord. “When I put on my jacket at 9pm after the sun has set, When I leave the house no one will come home to...”

Everything that happened after the performance was a bit of a blur. The only thing Ahri remembered was the fact that Renjun couldn’t stop smiling from the moment their performance was over till they made their way to the audience to join Jaemin and Jinri. Ahri would be lying if she didn’t do the same. Maybe Jeno was smiling too. She wouldn’t know. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She was seated in between Jinri and Renjun. Jeno still hadn’t spoken to her.

The smiles faded, however, when it was time for the announcement of the results. There was a vicelike grip on Ahri’s arm that belonged to Jinri. Every time she tried to swat her friend’s hand away, it would come back stronger. There would be bruises on her arm for sure. Renjun wasn’t doing too well either. He’d probably have no fingernails left by the time the winner was announced.

“The winners are...” There was an entire unnecessary and long pause. “Son Ahri and Huang Renjun from class 2-E!”

Two pairs of arms wrapped around her, belonging to Renjun and Jinri, as the audience applauded. The loudest cheers came from the area around them. All of class 2-E had decided to sit together so that they could make a lot of noise. Smiles back on their faces, they went up to receive their trophies.

“Redemption!” Jaemin cheered as they made their way out of the auditorium, the trophies now in his arms. “We’re not the class that is bad at everything. I love you guys.” The other four chuckled. Jaemin was always like a proud, doting mother.

“Let’s go celebrate. The cafe I work at has amazing food,” Jinri suggested.

“Someone’s taking their job seriously,” Renjun teased. Jinri just blew him a raspberry.

Ahri was just walking quietly beside her friends, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “What?” Jaemin stopped beside her.

“I forgot my water bottle in the music room.” She looked up at Jaemin with a pout, hoping that he’d offer to get it for her. He was a nice person that way.

“No,” Jaemin said firmly, “that won’t work with me.”

With a sigh, Ahri begrudgingly said goodbye to friends and hurried to the music rooms on the other side of the school. Since the competition was over, the music rooms were eerily quiet. Only a day ago, they would have to fight for some time in one of the rooms. Quickly, she stepped into the music room she had left her bottle in and picked it up. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh as she stood there for a moment too long. This was the same room Jeno had kissed her in. It had been an entire week since they hadn’t spoken directly to each other. She didn’t know what she had expected to happen, but this wasn’t it.

A loud bang startled her out of her reverie. With a gasp, she looked to the source of the sound. Jeno stood at the door, looking like he’d raced all the way to the building. He had opened the door a bit too forcefully.

Ahri reacted automatically. She tried to make her way around him and out the door, but Jeno’s arm came to block the way out. “Please.” It sounded like a plea.

She had to gather all her courage to look him in the eyes. “It’s okay. You can continue ignoring me.” It was when her voice broke that she realised she didn’t mean those words.

“No,” Jeno let out a sigh. “Look, I really didn’t mean to—”

“I get it. You made a mistake. It’s fine.” Ahri couldn’t maintain eye contact. She looked down, hugging her water bottle to chest.

“That’s not what I mean.” Those words made her look up at him again, eyes wide and unsure. “It was an accident and I didn’t want it to happen that way. I kissed you out of nowhere and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to and...and I haven’t even asked you out.”

A long silence followed during which Ahri’s eyes got impossibly wide, her mouth hanging just a bit ajar. She felt dizzy as Jeno’s words echoed in her mind. Her stomach was full of butterflies she had never felt before. “What do you mean?” she managed to whisper.

The boy swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and then back down. He took a step inside. Ahri took a step back as she watched him shut the door behind him. “I like you.” Silence. “I like you, Son Ahri. I’ve liked you for a long time. I just...didn’t know.” Jeno hesitated before continuing, “Everyone seems to think you like me too.”

Ahri almost dropped her beloved water bottle. Everyone was right, she realised. The irritation she’d felt when he had gotten his first girlfriend back in their last year of middle school had been jealousy. She hadn’t liked when he sat beside her acted oh so friendly because she had wanted him to do more. She had wanted him to treat her like she was more than a friend. She had liked Lee Jeno for a long time too.

“Everyone is right,” she said as a giggle inevitably left her mouth. They were idiots, the two of them. “I like you too.”

Out of nowhere, Jeno tackled her into a hug. Her bottle fell to the floor with a clatter, uncared for. He was warm and for some reason, smelled faintly of her favourite cookies. Shyly, she wrapped her arms around him. He sent tingles down her spine when he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Let me kiss you? Properly this time.”

With cheeks feeling hotter than the sun, she nodded against his chest. He loosened his grip on her waist only for his hands to cup her cheeks. Ahri eyes shut the moment his lips touched hers. Her grip on his blazer tightened when her knees started feeling weak. And as if he knew, Jeno’s arms went around her waist again, pulling her closer.

When they broke apart, flushed and breathless, Ahri dazedly let two words slip from her mouth. “You thief.” Both her hands came up to slap her mouth shut as she gasped in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she’d let that slip. Tentatively, she looked up at Jeno, hoping he hadn’t heard.

For some reason, Jeno looked just as embarrassed. “You remember that?”

“Huh?”

“Back in fifth grade, you dropped your ribbon and I took it home with me because...it was yours.” He let out a little laugh. “My mum scolded me and told me to return it to you.”

Ahri chuckled, “I do remember.” But that was not what she had meant. It was unexpected, unbelievable and awfully corny, but Lee Jeno was a thief because he had somehow stolen her heart.

author’s note: i did not mean for this to be a birthday post, but happy birthday, jeno! i’ve been writing this for months. i actually wanted to write high school aus for the 00 liners before they graduated but since no one is graduating, i can post high school aus for 6dream and maybe a college one for mark. but again, no promises.

#jeno scenarios #nct jeno #lee jeno #nct dream scenarios #nct dream #high school au

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you, me, and a fake baby makes three ▹ t. zegras

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this is chapter one!

walking into the class that day, it was immediately noticeable how much louder it is than usual. i knew why, of course. today was the day where mr. day announced which class was chosen to do the infamous baby project. it had been going on for a while now, i often heard my dad talking about he was stuck caring for his baby because his partner just had no interest, but the class period chosen was never announced until the week after the school assembled after returning from christmas break.

which was today. yay.

“aren’t you so excited, alaina?” carmen asks as we go to our seats in the middle of the class, right beside each other. “i’ve been looking forward to this all year.”

i sighed, pulling out my binder from my backpack and putting it on the desk. “i never would’ve guessed that you were excited.” i deadpan, referring to her nonstop talking about the project as the date inched closer. “besides, there’s still his fifth or seventh hour class, carmen. there’s literally no evidence that shows it’s our class.”

she points to the unopened boxes at the front of the room which held the coveted babies.

“sierra said those were there in first hour.” i say and carmen rolls her eyes, tapping her nails on her desk.

when i start running my pencil over the desk top waiting for the tardy bell to sound, someone starts clapping. i look up in time to see trevor walk in, flanked by alex and patrick, fresh from world juniors.

trevor blushes and ducks his head, accepting congrats and pats on the back from the class before taking his seat. he looks back to alex and catches me staring. he nods and i look back down, erasing the scribbles i had made.

“alright,” mr. day walks into the room and shuts his door, “i know this is the day that all of your little lives have been looking forward to since august. fourth hour, your class-’’

people, including me, literally lean forward in their desks.

“- has been chosen for the baby project.”

some groan while others, carmen most notably, squeal in glee.

mr. day clears his throat and leans against his podium. when the class gets eerily quiet, he starts speaking again. “first, i will read off the pairs and before you ask, no these are not up for dispute. if you don’t like your partner, that’s your grade not mine.”

i snort. listening as he reads off the names, i smirk at carmen when she’s paired with todd. when he calls my name, my back straightens and my ears perk up.

“miss anderson is with,” he glances at his list, “mr. zegras.”

“oh fuck me.” i whispered, letting my head fall into my hands as he continues reading the pairs. “fuck me.”

“now i know some of your situations are unique,” his eyes go to patrick, alex and trevor, “but i want you to know that you will not be graded differently because of your extracurricular activities. you’re expected to participate just as your partner is. now, onto our next order of business. the babies.”

he goes on about how they cry and scream just like the real thing, and how we’re expected to soothe them. doing activities with them is part of the project and you have to provide photographic proof you did such things, (i.e. a park, an aquarium, etc.) with them. he also says that these babies can actually stop working if they aren’t properly cared for and that results in an automatic zero.

“now, this year we got lucky.” he says and gestures to the twelve sets of boxes. “we were able to purchase new babies and that means that they are more high tech then the last ones. with these babies, there’s an app that you’re going to download that sends you a alert when they’re crying. this means that you get to bring your baby to school! i know, so exciting!”

collective groans take over the room.

“so do we take them to class with us or,” a girl in the back asks.

“you will bring them to my room in the morning and i will instruct all of your teachers to let you have your phone somewhere where you can see the alert and you will be excused to come take care of your baby. i’ve discussed that with the principal, but if you are caught playing on it or anything else, it can still be confiscated.

“now, as you can see there are sets of multiple boxes and not just one. each baby has a car seat and stroller with it so it’s easier to transport them and everything.

“let’s get to the fun part then, huh? first up will be daniels and mitchell. come to my desk please.”

carmen looks over at me and immediately notices my expression, “are you gonna be okay with him? i can ask day if he’ll let you have todd and i’ll take trevor.”

i shake my head and run a hand through my hair, “i’ll be fine. thanks for asking, though.”

it takes twenty minutes before i hear, “anderson, zegras, chop chop.”

“good luck, sis,” carmen says and sends me a sympathetic smile. i roll my eyes and stand up, going to the desk at the front of the room.

i bite my lip and tug on the sleeves of my sweater when i feel trevor come to a halt beside me.

“hi,” he says and i look and nod before staring at the calendar on mr. day’s desk.

“so, you two will have a,” he turns and grabs the closest box, “boy. what’s the name gonna be?”

“andrew,” i say without consulting trevor.

“okay, andrew,” mr. day mumbles as he writes that down, “do you have your phones on you?”

we both pull them out and he tells us what app it is. there was a number on the box that correlated to the baby we would get. we both type in the number and mr. day takes out his pocket knife and sliced open the tape on the box.

inside was a scarily realistic looking baby. mr. day removes it from the box and holds it out towards me. i grab it and cradle it in my arms as he turns to his computer and with a few buttons, our babies eyes open and lets out a loud wail.

mr. day laughs as me and trevor jump, “welcome to parenthood.”

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issantashikibaindr3orndrv3yet · 5 years

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Danganronpa Kirigiri Sou translations-Part 6

<- Part 5 | Masterpost | Part 7 ->

A transcript of part 6 of juicedup14 playthrough/translation of Kirigiri Sou, which you can watch here.

This transcript was not worked by me, but worked by zanthosus and @drmedicsgamesurgery. Thanks to them for working on this part.

This room looks like a busy person’s meeting place. It looked like a warehouse in disorder. Tables were lined up along the wall where many monitors were mounted. Maps, files, and clippings were placed on the whiteboard. On the table were binoculars and whatnot scattered all around.

As Shikiba enters the room he sweeps away the stuff on top of the table with his free hand. He spreads out a map on the table.

“Please stop opening maps like you’re in a Hollywood movie, Shikiba. It always sucks cleaning it up.”

When the white coated girl enters the room, she locks the door. It’s the girl that was upstairs.

“Welcome to the Earth Defense Force headquarters.”

Shikiba puts out his hand for a handshake. I hesitate, but he respectfully passes by that and takes her hand.

“You’re the Super High School Level Detective, Kirigiri Kyouko, aren’t you?”

Without saying anything, she nods her head.

What is this? Could she be a student of that school as well, and a detective? Unbelievable information keeps getting blurted out. My head can’t organize all this.

“Even though it was an anonymous request, I’m glad that you’ve come all this way. Sorry for being so ill-mannered. There were circumstances, so please understand.”

“I don’t really mind that, though I have to decline one thing. On the way here, this man had an accident. I had no choice but to bring him.”

She explains while she looks at me with a sidelong glance.

“My name is Matsudaira Kouhei. There’s been a terrible accident, and she helped me.”

“What do you mean an accident?”

I explain about the meteorite that fell down.

“I don’t think those were meteorites. That must’ve been their attack.”

“Attack?”

“It’s nothing for them to burn down a tree with their light beams. The light that you saw many times was probably their UFO.”

What? UFO… What a ridiculous thing to say.

“Seeing as how you’ve survive one of their attacks, you’re already a comrade in battle. Your name is Kouhei, right? I welcome you.”

“What? Huh?”

“Aren’t you glad?”

Kirigiri asks with a cold expression. All I wanted to do was borrow a phone.

“Well then, allow me to introduce her. That girl’s name is Kyouka, this army’s most powerful recruit. If there’s something you don’t understand, then ask her. Let’s all get along.”

“Well…”

Kyouka smiles. She looks somewhat like Kirigiri. The long hair leaves an impression. Unlike Kirigiri, her hair is not in a triple braid, and her expressions are lively.

Even so, what kind of group is this? Could it be that I got myself into a crazy situation?

“Well then, before I explain the request to Kirigiri, you need to understand the situation.”

Shikiba holds a pointing rod and stands in front of the white board.

“One year ago, near these mountains, one UFO crash landed.”

He smoothly says something ridiculous. There’s no room for me to butt in.

“As you know, there are numerous stars that inhabit our universe. Within those, the possibility of intelligent life existing is numerous as well. When you think about it in the scale of the universe, the likelihood of two different civilizations meeting each other at the same time is almost zero. Almost! But it happened.”

Shikiba takes on the newspaper clippings off the board. It’s an article on UFO sighting testimonies. On the photo is a clear picture of a UFO flying.

A: “This UFO… it’s CG isn’t it?”

B: “This UFO... is of the Adamski kind, isn’t it”

C: “This UFO… is the same kind from Planet Ummo.”

juicedup14 chooses A

“This UFO… it’s CG isn’t it?”

Me, not being able to believe it, ask with 90% doubt.

“You have no idea how happy I would be if it was CG. Unfortunately, I have seen many UFOs in reality. When you guys were coming here, did you see any lights in the sky?”

“Uh…”

I, many times, flash back to the moment I saw that.

“Ever since lately, around the area, much more UFO activity has been flying around. Almost like they are showing us their power. It’s unfortunate, but it seems they attained high level aviation techniques. In terms of culture, they succeeded over us. What this truth means… I shouldn’t have to say what this points to, should I?”

How do you expect me to believe that…

“It’s an invasion, isn’t it?”

Kirigiri enters.

“You’re correct.”

Shikiba nods his head seriously.

“They seem to be a Level III civilization. They have the power to control the Milky Way Galaxy. They are a high level society, no doubt about it. They are Super Galaxy Level Invaders.”

And against Super Galaxy Level, we have Super High School Level. I already feel that there is a massive scale difference between those two.

“I learned of their existence when I was walking around this area for my botany research. I found an unrecognizable flower. When I took it on my hand, it was one of the Rhinogradentia. I think it was a different type than the one that attacked you. The one that I found was like a flower that tricked its prey.”

“Even if they’re the same species of Rhinogradentia, there are different types.”

He puts a picture of a Rhinogradentia on the table and explains.

“All the pictures are old.”

Kirigiri points out.

“Sharp eye. All of these pictures are decades old.”

“Didn’t you say the UFOs came a year ago?”

I tilt my head and say.

“Actually, since hundreds of years ago, the Rhinogradentia were planning on invading the Earth in the Southern islands of Hy-yi-yi. They controlled a solitary community in the distant seas.”

It suddenly became an unbelievable story.

However, I have actually seen those Rhinogradentia. There’s no doubt about that part.

“Their invasion is steadily increasing. The war in the South Pacific has changed the situation. When a certain Swedish man named Einar Pettersson-Skämtkvist, escaped from a Japanese detention camp, and he happened to wash up onto the islands that held the Rhinogradentia, their existence became known to the world. But this information has been sealed for a long time and has not been publicly announced. It’s only known about in top secret levels. And all the photos were taken at that time.”

“Um… Wait. At that time, what happened with the Rhinogradentia? Were they not able to chase them away?”

“That’s right. But humanity’s victory was just part of coincidence.”

“Coincidence?”

“It seemed that near the islands, extreme nuclear tests were being run, and the whole island got destroyed.”

What terrible irony. It seems such terrible atomic weapons saved humanity once.

“All of the Rhinogradentia at that time were destroyed. However, they’ve once again come to Earth. And now, their numbers have increased and they have the chance for one full invasion. It seems that those who enter these woods become spirited away. It could be that the Rhinogradentia mutilated them.”

Shikiba grips his hand tightly.

“Wouldn’t it be faster if you called the police, or the FBI, or the MIB, or the United Nations?”

“If that were to happen, it would be all-out war. There’s no need for us to speed things up. They’re still looking for an opening. We mustn’t act so rashly.”

“Well then, what do we do?”

“I’ve been fighting a quiet and private war for this whole year. I was lucky to find that their invasion spot would be this abandoned mansion. I’ve been holding the fort here, looking for a chance to attack.”

“However, they’ve been sending scouts here and there.”

Kyouka explained.

“If we don’t stop them here, then we would be allowing them to invade the rest of the Earth. In order to protect this Earth, someone… no, I have to stand up and stop them.”

“Shikiba, there’s no need for you to take on that responsibility.”

“Are you telling me to just step away? That’s absolutely out of the question. As long as I know of their existence, I have no choice but to fight. Ever since I decided that, I’ve been prepared for a solitary fight. Like I said before, I can’t let anyone outside of the group know. If it escalated to an all-out war, we are an inferior civilization, and we would surely lose.”

So he was all alone fighting with those gross Rhinogradentia. When I think about that, I can’t help but respect him.

“Since when have you been here, Kyouka?”

“When I was about to be mutilated by those Rhinogradentia, Captain Shikiba was the one who saved me. So, I became a team member.”

“Now that it’s come to this, she’s an irreplaceable comrade. I can’t deny that we’ve been low on manpower though.”

“So that’s where you need a hand, isn’t it?”

Kirigiri, cross armed, gets close to the desk and asks. As expected of the Super High School Level Detective.

“Your judgement will be helpful. That’s where your request is. Please, save us.”

“Wait, hold on. Time out!”

I interrupt the conversation and then whisper to Kirigiri.

“Are these people serious?

“I wonder. But it’s true that there are some bizarre creatures running around, and I see the correlation to the missing people incident.”

“But I never heard about fighting those things.”

“I haven’t heard of it either. If I knew about it, I wouldn’t have come. I wonder what they think a detective is.”

“Exactly. Hurry up and decline them, and let’s get out of here.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Yes, she’ll do it! ... Wait, what!?”

“You’ve made a great decision. I knew you would say that. You guys might be humanity’s hope. Welcome to the Earth Plants Against Invaders Defence Force!”

Shikiba welcomes us with a round of applause.

“Congratulations on your enlistments!”

Kyouka joins him and claps as well.

“What do you mean, ‘enlistments’? Do you mean me, too? I’m just ordinary, I’m not Super High School Level or anything.”

“You don’t have to worry about that part. Kyouka’s just like you. You’ll become a great troop.”

I only got lost in the mountains, and now I’ve joined an Earth Defense Force… what is this ridiculous turn of events?

“I’ll have you guys help me right away. Ask Kyouka for the details.”

Shikiba grabs his spear and heads to the door.

“Oh? Where are you going, Captain?”

“I’m going to see if there are any other Rhinogradentia that got in.”

“Roger, take care.”

She sees him off as she salutes. Shikiba turns the doorknob as it clacks and it won’t open. He kicks it down and heads out.

“It was only locked, geez. Why is Captain always so wild?”

Kyouka picks up the broken hinge and sighs. It’s not just wild with his craziness.

I was just going with the flow and I accidentally joined in. Should I be happy about that? I ask Kirigiri…

A: “The Earth Defense Force isn’t something for detectives to do, is it?”

B: “I wonder if they’ll pay us?”

juicedup14 chooses A

“You can’t do anything as a detective here, can you?”

“I’m just going to fulfill my request.”

“Don’t you have the right to decline?”

“I do. But seeing as how this case is related to the missing persons incident, I can’t let more victims arise as a detective. And more so…”

As she fixes her gloves she says.

“And a detective is an ally to the truth.”

She looks as if she’s looking at something far away. I look at her, but she says nothing more.

“We should get moving soon.”

Kyouka says as she, from out of nowhere, pulls out a machine gun and holds it up to her shoulder.

“Is that a real gun?”

“Obviously. You won’t protect the Earth with a toy gun.”

Kyouka answers and laughs. I struggle to understand how she could laugh like that.

Kyouka takes the lead and leaves the meeting room and heads into the rooms next to the entrance hall.

It’s a reception room. There’s a sofa lined in front of the couch. There are shelves decorating the wall. It looks like there’s ash building up in the fireplace, but I don’t think we can use it.

“Oh, Kyouka?”

I ask to her back.

“What is it, Newbie?”

She’s even calling me newbie…

“I’ve been wondering. This Earth Defense Force is great and all, but what do you mean by Plant Defense Force?”

“You have a good ear. Let’s talk while we walk.”

We head into the door past the reception hall.

“You saw the Captain fighting a Rhinogradentia. However, no matter how tough he is, he can’t do everything alone. He’s been using his talent, called a Super High School Level, as a botanist in order to create a modified plant-based weapon.

“Turn plants into weapons?”

“Yes. That’s the Plant Defense Force. Sort of like carnivorous plants. They trap creatures and turn them into nutrients. Are you aware of those plants? He modified those so they would trap Rhinogradentia, and placed them all around the mansion. I’m fairly certain that all the plants in the garden are dangerous. It’d be best not to get close to them.”

“By the way, there’s a trap placed here in this room. However, it looks like it hasn’t been sprung.”

Kyouka looks up at the ceiling and says. It looks like webbing-like vines have been spread around.

“What is this?”

“When it detects movement, the vines constrict. It’s their trait.”

When hearing that I unconsciously stop moving.

“You can go ahead and keep walking. At a certain speed, it reacts, but it seems like they didn’t get modified enough and there’s still room to grow.”

There are other plants that, when they are touched, shoot bullet like things. There are ones that can cause burning when you get close to them. Ones that release poisonous gas.

What a dreadful Super High School Level Botanist. The sole man who’s protecting the Earth. Kyouka opens the door and we enter the room.

It seems that we’re in the dining hall now. There’s a dirty cloth on the table. There’s also a trunk on top of the table.

“Well then, I guess I’d like to get started with the mission.”

Kyouka opens the trunk case and takes out some potted plants from there. In the middle of the pots, it looks like there’s an open-looking budding plant growing.

“These are modified fly traps that are sensing mines. When the leaves are touched, the bud explodes and released shrapnel.”

Kyouka hands Kirigiri the pot with a smile. Obviously, Kirigiri becomes a bit more tense.

“We’re going to place these in front of the windows. Try not to touch the leaves, or you’ll get blown to smithereens.”

While being as cautious as possible, I set up the traps.

The windows have bars on them. It doesn’t seem like you’d be able to infiltrate easily. From the gaps in the bars, I can see the dark garden. But just happening to look outside, all of a sudden, I see black eyes appear. It’s a Rhinogradentia!

“Ah!”

I suddenly jump up and let go of the potted plant I was holding, throwing it.

As it flies in the air, the plant explodes. I see the projection line in slow motion as I think back to a past memory…

A: My life flashed before my eyes.

B: I think of a death poem.

C: Before I die, please tell… oh nevermind.

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hannahindie · 6 years

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The Wedding Singer : Track 14

Epilogue: “Grow Old With You”

Characters: Dean, Reader, Jo, Chuck, Sam, Bobby, Cas, Ellen, Charlie, Gabe

Word Count: 2,986 (including lyrics)

Series Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, Mentions of Infidelity, Alcohol

A/N: This is fourteenth and final chapter of an AU SPN Series co-written by myself and @pinknerdpanda entitled The Wedding Singer and is inspired by the movie. We have been working on this for the last few months and though we are excited to finally give you an ending, it’s a bit bittersweet. It has certainly been a labor of love and we sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed this ride as much as we have. You never know, maybe the co-writing bug will get us again soon. I made our 80s inspired aesthetic and the series was Masterbeta’d by @wheresthekillswitch.

Track List

Track 14: Epilogue - “Grow Old With You”

6 months later…

Dean shifted nervously as he straightened his tie in the mirror, which continued to hang just slightly off center no matter what he did to it. He gave up, resigning himself to having a crooked tie, and pulled his jacket on, brushing the shoulders and smoothing the lapels. He stared at the mirror a moment longer, mostly pleased with how well he cleaned up, and left the makeshift dressing room.

The past six months had passed by in a blur. Despite the bullshit that had gone on, and the high likelihood that his career would be washed up after the multiple incidents involving Lisa and Ketch, things had finally begun to look up. He was pretty sure that Bobby and Ellen’s anniversary party had signalled a new beginning for The Lost Boys; since then, they'd gotten calls to play in Nashville, and were planning on recording an original album in the next six months. He knew that there probably wasn't a correlation, unless you counted the lowered stress levels after Ketch and Lisa both left town. He was pretty sure they hadn't left together, but he didn't care; if anyone deserved each other, it was them.

He stopped in front of a closed door and stared at it for a moment, wondering if he should interrupt what was happening behind it. After a brief internal debate on whether his intrusion would be met with a smile or irritation, he risked it and knocked. The door swung open and Y/N looked at him in surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

He smiled, “Oh, just thought I’d stop by for good luck.”

She smiled back and leaned against the door jamb, “Is that a thing? Some sort of musician code that I don’t know about?”

He shrugged, “It can be. Seeing your best girl before a big event always makes it a little bit easier.”

“Oh, so you’re nervous now, rockstar? Never thought I’d see the day.”

Dean grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against his chest, then buried his face in her hair. She laughed and tried to pull away, “You have to get ready! I have to get ready. Jo is going to lose her mind, and I can guarantee Chuck is going to come looking for you in the next five minutes.”

He sighed against her, then pulled back just far enough to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, “You aren’t wrong. It’s why I keep you around, kid.” She smacked at him playfully and he grinned, “Well, I guess I keep you around for more than that, but it is pretty convenient.” He stepped back and dropped his arms from around her waist, capturing her hand in his. “It is nice to see you, though.”

She squeezed his hand, “Yea, it is.”

“Y/N! What are you-Dean?! Get out of here, we’ve got stuff to do. Don’t you have something you have to go sound check or set up or something?” Jo appeared behind Y/N, her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed.

“Your boyfriend should have had that set up by now, so probably not.”

Jo’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned pink, “Chuck’s not...we’re not...what?”

Dean laughed, “Yea, that’s what I thought.” He kissed Y/N, a chaste brush of his lips against hers, and dropped her hand. I’ll see you out there.” He walked away, winking at Y/N over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner.

The sun was just beginning to set and Dean took a deep breath, the smell of flowers filling his senses as he looked around the garden. There was a slight twinge of déjà vu as he took in the lights strung around the small space, the white chairs slowly filling with friends and family as the big moment crept closer and closer. Chuck, Gabe, and Charlie played quietly in the background and Chuck winked at him when Dean caught his eye. Dean smiled, then looked over his shoulder at Cas who was beaming widely at him. Sam appeared next to him, and clapped him on the shoulder.

“It’s almost time. You ready?”

Dean nodded, “More ready than I’ve ever been. Any word from Jess?”

Sam smiled, “Yep. She said they’re getting ready to head this way.” He stepped back and Dean looked back over the crowd, the seats filled. Stragglers crowded around the fence, standing shoulder to shoulder, and everyone turned to look as the band faded out the song they were playing and switched gears to one of Y/N’s favorites.

Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

Jo appeared at the end of the aisle, and though Dean knew he shouldn’t be as nervous as he was, he breathed a sigh of relief when she smiled at him. She strolled down the aisle and as she passed Chuck, they locked eyes as he finished the first verse. Dean made a mental note to make those two talk to each other later.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

Jo made it to the altar and moved off to the side, winking at Dean then nodding towards the aisle. Dean looked back and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. Y/N’s arm was linked through Bobby’s, her long hair in gentle waves that fell past her shoulders. She was holding a fairly simple bouquet of lilies and wildflowers, which complimented the beautiful lace dress she was wearing.

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes

As she got closer, he realized that the dress she was wearing was the one he’d seen her trying on all those months ago. It fit her perfectly, hugging her curves, then flaring out at the waist as it trailed out behind her. She was beautiful, ethereal, and Dean could feel the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you

Chuck trailed off as Bobby and Y/N reached Dean, and it hit Dean even harder when he realized even Bobby was tearing up.

“Who presents this woman to be married to this man?” Cas asked, and Bobby cleared his throat gruffly.

“Her aunt and I,” he said with a shaky voice, and Y/N leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed her forehead, then looked at Dean, “You best take care of her, idjit.”

Dean nodded, “I intend to, sir.” Bobby stared at him for a moment, then patted Y/N on the shoulder and went back to sit with Ellen. Jo slipped closer and took Y/N’s bouquet, and Dean grabbed Y/N’s hand and smiled, giving it a quick squeeze.

Cas smiled as he looked at the two of them, then out to the crowd, “We are gathered here today to celebrate two of Chapel Hill’s finest. Dean has been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and Y/N has very quickly become a part of my family, a part of everyone’s family. I believe that they have written their own vows, so I’ll uh...I’ll just let them take it away. Dean?”

Dean took a deep breath and smiled nervously, “You’d think someone who sings in front of people for a living wouldn’t be so nervous.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and Y/N squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Y/N, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were special. At the time, I thought I was happy...I thought I had everything I could have asked for. And then suddenly, it was all gone. I’d be lying if I said that the three weeks that followed were rainbows and sunshine, and I’m pretty sure all of Chapel Hill can agree that I had seen better days.” Quiet laughter rippled through the audience. “But despite all that, you were there. I’m not sure what I did to deserve your love, your patience...but I’m glad that my luck seemed to change when I met you. One of the worst things I have ever experienced brought me to the best thing I could have ever dreamed of, and I would never change a single thing. I promise that I will do whatever I can to keep you safe and happy and cared for. I love you and I like you, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled tearfully, and Dean reached out and wiped the wetness from her cheek. She laughed and shook her head, “I always told myself that when I got married I wouldn’t cry, and here we are.” She wiped another tear away and took a deep breath, breathing out slowly as she tried to calm her racing heart. “I thought I knew what love was. I had this totally skewed idea of what my life was going to be like, and how familiar was safe, familiar was solid. It turns out that even the most solid foundations can eventually crumble. And, when it does...it collapses and destroys indiscriminately. I thought my life was full, and then I met you. I remembered what that first kiss was like, how it felt to miss someone so much it hurt. I remembered what passion and love felt like and I knew that something had to change. I am so glad that we found each other, and even more so that we somehow managed to find our way back. I love you and I like you, Dean Winchester.”

They both looked to Cas, who smiled as he spoke, “I don’t think there’s anything I can add to that, except to say that truer words have not been spoken.” He looked towards Sam, “The ring, please?” Sam stepped forward and handed Dean the simple silver band, then moved back into place. “Dean, as you place the ring on Y/N’s finger, please repeat after me: Y/N, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all  that I have and all that I am.”

“Y/N…” He could feel his throat tighten as he looked at her, radiant in the setting sun, the pinks and oranges shining off the beads scattered across the lace, and for a moment he forgot that they weren’t alone. She smiled, and in it, he saw his entire world. He cleared his throat and tried again, “Y/N, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all that I have and all that I am.” He slid the ring onto her finger, and it slipped perfectly against her engagement ring, the diamond throwing a rainbow across her delicate hand.

Cas looked towards Jo, “The groom’s ring, please?” Jo stepped forward and handed Y/N Dean’s ring, tears shining as she smiled at her cousin. Y/N took it and Jo stepped back, clutching Y/N’s bouquet tightly.

“Y/N, as you place the ring on Dean’s finger, please repeat after me: Dean, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all that I have and all that I am.”

Y/N slid the ring onto Dean’s finger, “Dean, this ring is a token of my love. I marry you with this ring, with all that I have and all that I am.” She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked into his eyes, the green brilliant in the evening light. She had never been so sure of anything in her life, and looking at him now, his smile bigger than she had ever seen it, she was reminded that this is what love was supposed to look like. It had taken far too long to realize it, but she was glad that, despite all the drama leading up to it, that it had happened.

Cas closed the small book he was holding and crossed his hands in front of him, “Because you two came here today intending to marry, because you joined hands and made solemn vows and exchanged rings to remind you of those vows, and you are now joined as partners in mutual love and respect, according to the powers vested in me and the highest power of the land and the sea; I pronounce you to each other, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Dean grinned, “I thought he’d never say it.” He put his hands on Y/N’s waist and pulled her into him, kissing her gently. He stepped back and and she smiled at him, a sight he didn’t think he’d ever tire of. “Hello, Mrs. Winchester.”

She winked, “Hello yourself, Mr. Winchester.” They turned to face the crowd, and Cas patted both of them on the shoulder.

“I introduce to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester!” The crowd cheered, and Y/N and Dean strolled arm in arm down the aisle and out of the garden to the shouts and whistles of the people they loved most in the world.

“Go talk to her, man. Just go talk to her.” Dean took another bite of food and leaned back in his chair, his free arm resting on the back of Y/N’s chair as she laughed at something Charlie said.

Chuck ducked his head and shrugged, “She’s busy talking to Cas, I shouldn’t-”

Dean smacked him in the back of the head gently and laughed when Chuck glared at him, “I guess NCIS isn’t on your list of shows...that’s fine. Sorry. Anyway, do you really think she’s interested in Cas?” Chuck shrugged again and Dean rolled his eyes, “You know for a fact she’s not. I noticed how you two looked at each other at my own wedding. Do you really think no one else has? You’re both ridiculous.” He grabbed his beer and took a swig from it, then sat it down a little more forcefully than necessary, “Watch this. Y/N!”

“What’s up, buttercup?” She shifted so that she was facing Dean and Chuck, and rested her chin in her hand.

“Don’t call me buttercup, for one.”

Y/N winked, “Sorry, I do what I want. Welcome to married life, Dean Winchester.”

He nodded, “Fair enough. Does Jo like Chuck?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as she looked Chuck up and down, “Depends on your definition of like. If you mean, can’t stop talking about him and is constantly checking him out when she thinks he isn’t looking...then yes, absolutely.”

Chuck choked on his beer and looked at Y/N with wide eyes, “What?”

Dean clapped him on the shoulder, “Go talk to her. I mean, I could continue playing matchmaker at my wedding reception, but I’ve got other things to do...like dance with my wife.” Dean pushed back from the table and held his hand out to Y/N. “Chuck, if you’ll play our first dance for us, do me that one solid, you can let Gabe take over for the rest of the night so you can woo our sweet Jo. Sound good?”

Chuck grinned, “I think I can arrange that.” He took off towards the stage and Dean led Y/N to the dance floor. “Good evening, everyone. I hope you’re enjoying your time here at Chapel Hill’s liveliest community center. We’ve had a beautiful wedding and a fantastic dinner, and now we’d like to bring to you a perfect song for our even more perfect couple’s first dance. A bold choice, but one I think fits them well. This is for you, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester.”

The room burst into cheers and whistles and Dean grinned, “Ready to dance, Mrs. Winchester?”

“I sure am, Mr. Winchester.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as the opening chords began to echo through the room, “Think we’ll ever get tired of saying that?”

Dean shook his head, “I know I won’t.”

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad Carry you around when your arthritis is bad All I wanna do is grow old with you

Y/N looked up at Dean in surprise, “You picked it,” she whispered, and for the second time that day, felt the tears threatening to spill as it hit her just how lucky she was.

“Of course I did, it’s what my best girl wanted.” He leaned in and she could feel his lips lightly against the shell of her ear as he sang quietly along with Chuck while they swayed.

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches Build you a fire if the furnace breaks Oh, it could be so nice, growing old with you

Y/N closed her eyes, Dean’s deep voice rumbling against her, and tried to memorize every detail about this moment. The smell of his cologne that he only wore for special occasions, the faint hint of beer and whiskey on his breath, how solid and strong he felt as he held her close, moving her around the floor in slow circles.

I'll miss you Kiss you Give you my coat when you are cold Need you Feed you Even let you hold the remote control

“I love you,” Dean whispered, pulling her tighter against him, and Y/N sighed happily.

“I love you, too,” she said as she looked up at him, a smile pulling gently at the corner of her mouth.

Dean leaned his forehead against hers as the song finished.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink Oh, I could be the man who grows old with you I wanna grow old with you

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simpcitybaby · 7 years

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Request: Can you do a Carlos De Vil x reader where she is daughter of Moana and they don’t get along at first but they become friends and then she tries to avoid him because she starts to catch feelings and he confronts her

A/N: I tried to make this as cute as possible. I’ve been slacking a bit so bear with me please! I didn’t really know how to incorporate being Moana’s daughter but I tried to make a baby correlation. Enjoy!

Y/N L/N, the daughter of Moana, was her polar opposite. The squishy chlorophyll green grass beneath Y/N’s feet brought her a sense of comfort. The warm sidewalk on a beaming day made a beautiful canvas for her drawings. The tall swirly trees that provided shade for her during the hottest days put a smile on her face. She loved to fall asleep under them or read books, soothing little things. The girl was in love with the deep blue sea and all of the secrets it held but she was perfectly content with her life on land.

The free spirited girl quickly friended the beastly King Ben before he was a king. She was the first to find out about Ben’s idea to bring over the Core Four to which she dissented. The thought of having villains in Auradon was simply appalling, it caused a bubbly feeling in her stomach which made her want to vomit. The H/C girl had never encountered such villains, she had no idea of what they were capable of.

When the Core Four arrived, she had the job of taking both Mal and Evie to their luxurious shared dorm. The blue haired girl admired Y/N’s ambition and spunk which resulted in their friendship. Maleficent’s daughter on the other hand was not so trusting but later on decided that being friends with Moana’s daughter would give her a form of brownie points. Whenever the two girls had questions, they came to her.

Cruella De Vil’s son was a different story, he was sweet and dorky, quite the opposite of the stereotypical villain kid, but he absolutely despised the daughter of Moana. As retaliation, she claimed that she despised him as well, every single hateful comment thrown her way was thrown back at him.

“You can’t always get what you want, Y/N!” Carlos was fuming, he hated the fact that Ben favored her over him. Whenever he would pitch ideas, he’d get pushed to the side.

“It’s not my fault that your ideas suck, Carlos.” The girl who was normally seen smiling around campus was now scowling at the white haired boy. The two of them were paired to pitch cotillion themes, it was their job to top the one that Jane had planned the previous year.

“No one wants to dress like 50′s versions of their parents!” Y/N rolled her eyes before saying, “Vintage is cute and it’s in right now, people would love to look dapper for a day!”

A hand ran through Carlos’s curly white locks as he sighed, “Why can’t everyone wear all leather like the villains?”

A voice piped in that was unknown to the conversation but known to the pair involved, “I vote on vintage.” The crown that sat upon the King’s head glistened as he smiled. “I love little bow ties and maybe some retro glasses.” Ben then clapped his hands together, announcing that vintage was the theme of the cotillion before running to have Evie make his tux.

The freckle faced boy let his head fall into his awaiting hands, a quiet sob racking his body. Y/N’s E/C eyes glanced up at the crying boy, causing a discomforting feeling to take place in her stomach. “What do you say about a compromise?” Her swivel chair slowly wheeled over to his before she rubbed soothing little circles on his back.

“I can never do anything right, Y/N. Not even here in Auradon.” His glistening brown eyes met her E/C ones. “That’s not true and you know it. You’re at the top of all of your classes, you’ve made many friends, and you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Carlos took a hold of Y/N’s free hand and whispered, “Why are you being so nice to me? I thought we had a mutual hatred for one another.” This caused the girl to let out a hearty giggle, “You’re the one who hates me, I’m just that good at acting.” Her thumb brushed his wet rosy cheeks, “I’m nicer than I seem.”

Carlos was being particularly touchy this day as he laid his hand on top of Y/N’s resting one. “I can see that. Thank you, Y/N.”

The next few weeks Carlos and Y/N grew closer and closer, they began enjoying each others company. She’d show up outside of his classes waiting for him while he met her at her dorm in the morning. A bubbly feeling would erupt in her stomach every time she saw him which scared her to no end.

One day, Y/N slowly started pulling away from their friendship which confused the hell out of Carlos along with the rest of the core four. Ben confronted her about it and only laughed at how naive she was when she told him about the nauseous feeling in her stomach.

“You like him! No no wait, you looooooovvvveeeeeee him!” This earned Ben a slap to his chest but it didn’t stop his laughter. “Just talk to him about it, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Y/N’s jaw dropped at his suggestion, “You say that as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. Many people have to live with the fear of their crush not liking them back and I am one of those people. I’m scared, I just don’t think that I’m the apple of his eye.”

Ben couldn’t believe his ears, he thought that she was amazing and knew that Carlos thought the same. “You know that he’ll find you right?” She shook her head as she let a curt, “No” roll off of her tongue. Ben went to open his mouth once more before she cupped a hand over his mouth, “Evie has to fit my dress for cotillion.” A huge sigh left Ben’s lips, “He’s going to find out!”

The H/C girl had her head down as she walked into Mal and Evie’s room uninvited, “So I was thinking that my dress could be F/C--”

The boy that she had been trying her best to avoid for the past month was now standing in front of her with his arms crossed. “Um I’ll just leave you two alone.” Evie whistled a little tune as she shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Because I don’t like you.”

“That’s a lie and we both know it.” A beat wasn’t missed when Y/N responded with, “It’s not a lie, I don’t like you. I want to take my friendship elsewhere.”

“You don’t want to do that.” The striking boy with the white curly hair and freckles smirked a bit as he inched closer. “Stop coming so close. I really don’t like you.”

She turned around in order to leave but was met with Carlos standing in front of the door. “Are you some kind of vampire with supersonic speed because that would explain how you got to the door so fast.”

“Just admit that you like me and we can be done here.”

“Why are you being such an asshole?”

Her plump lips were turning a darker shade of red as she chewed on her lower lip, “Carlos, move.”

His hands were now brushing the sides of her waist, “I’m not leaving until you admit that you like me.”

Y/N looked Carlos dead in the eye and said, “I don’t like you.”

The bad thing about being friends with Carlos for so long is that he picked up her habits. He knew that she loved to sit under shaded trees and that the squishy-ness of the grass gave her comfort. He knew that she was down to earth in the most literal way and he adored her. He knew that she was a good actress but he was a bit too observant. When she lied, her left eyebrow raised a bit.

“So if I kissed you right now, you’d still deny all feelings for me?” The girl nodded, her stubbornness drove him mad.

“Kiss me.”

The pair molded into one another, both parties running their hands on each other. His lips were on hers in a matter of seconds, the kiss was a bit feverish. Her hands rested on his cheeks like the day of the cotillion planning while he hands gripped both sides of her waist. There would obviously be marks tomorrow from how tight he was holding her. She slipped her tongue in his mouth as they battled for dominance, in the end he let her win. Y/N’s right hand moved into Carlos’s hair causing him to let out a moan. Their lungs mutually begged for air before they pulled apart.

“I don’t like you.” The girl now had swollen lips that she would have to hide from her elders and her classmates. She loved him and he damn well knew it.

“Whatever you say, I’ll see you tomorrow so that we can go get breakfast.”

The villain kid and the Auradon girl, two pieces of an unexpected puzzle. The land kept surprising her in mysterious ways, this time a boy was brought her way and if the whispers of the wind or the wild spirited nature brought him to her, he was here to stay.

Forever he stayed.

#carlos de vil #Carlos x reader #carlos de vil imagine #Carlos de vil x reader #Cameron Boyce #descendants #disney's descendants

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temptation-narnia-chronicles · 6 years

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From Upon the Golden Thrones

Episode 13: Yearning

Great claps of thunder shook the whole of Cair Paravel as bolts of lightning illuminated the sky. A knot formed in Peter's stomach as he struggled down the hallway, muscles tense with desperation. Blood pooled on the marble floors. He couldn't afford to lose this battle. He couldn't stand to face defeat. He needed to be strong. He needed to push himself. The great doors of the castle burst open as the High King dove into the darkness, scouring the treeline for any sign of her. Nothing. She was gone, but she couldn't be gone. There was no way. He needed to find her. Mustering all his strength, he catapulted himself into the woods, clinging to tree trunks for support. The wind whipped wildly at his face, his eyes tearing up and his throat running dry. Not even the inclement weather could stop his search.

Peter stumbled into a clearing, falling face-first into the mud as he gasped for breath. Another crack of lightning occurred overhead. He squinted up at the sky in dread, as if threatening the earth to challenge him with even more obstacles. And then he saw her, the shadowy figure cloaked in red. Unmatched, unfathomable, and unattainable. She stared at him with glowing eyes of white, levitating above the ground. Knotty antlers sprung from the roots of her dark, billowing hair, like that of a stag. Her body was drenched in absolute blackness save for the shimmering stone at her chest. Embedded in a wooden box held near and dear, the strange gem cast a warm glow like that of a sunset in summer. Compared to the gloomy atmosphere, it seemed highly out of place. A scream tangled in Peter's throat, but not one of fear or anger. Rather, it was a scream of pain. A scream of longing. A scream of desperation to retrieve something cherished that had been long since lost. However, his throat refused to produce any sound. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he struggled to pull himself across the ground and toward her. The being just watched with cold, dead eyes, expressionless. One might've mistaken her for a statue had her hair and clothes not fluttered in the wind. When he was finally close enough, Peter extended his arm out, straining his muscles, in an attempt to take her hand, to remind her of everything she left behind, to convince her to come back. Before he could even touch her, he was drenched in darkness and the world disappeared from beneath his body, sending him tumbling through the vast abyss of nothingness. "Your majesty!" a voice shouted, violently tapping a pointer on the desk. Peter snapped awake, blinking up at the faun standing before him. Professor Arcadian was not amused. "Since you seem so keen on sleeping during our meetings, I suggest you reschedule for a time when you might perhaps actually be awake." "S-Sorry" he mumbled, gathering his papers and fixing his hair. The others shifted uncomfortably. "I hate seeing him this way" Lucy whispered to her sister from across the table. Susan nodded. "I don't think I've ever seen him so distraught before in my entire life" the gentle replied. "It's been two weeks! I would've hoped he'd feel better by now" Lucy sighed. "We have to remember, Lu, Peter was very much in love with Eilonwy. She left unexpectedly, so Peter is bound to suffer some heartbreak, however long that takes" Susan explained. Glancing back to her brother, she shook her head pitifully. The High King had been reduced to nothingness in the wake of Eilonwy's departure. A tiny ember of rage burned in the recesses of Susan's chest. She knew the huntress was selfish but never thought she'd stoop to such inane levels of cruelty. Good riddance, she thought to herself. We're better off anyways. Later that afternoon, Lucy caught a glimpse of Peter upon the balcony staring blankly off into the woods. Her heart ached for him but unlike her brother and sister, she wasn't about to just stand by and let their eldest brother spiral into insanity. Sucking in a deep breath, she gathered her courage and stepped up beside him. "Afternoon, Peter. Lovely day, isn't it?" she greeted. Peter simply grunted. Pursing her lips, Lucy crossed her arms in thought before adding, "You know, we've all been rather worried about you lately. If you need anyone to talk to, me and Susan and Edmund are always here for you. You know that, right?" Truthfully, Peter didn't want to talk. He just wanted to sit in silence and ignore the world. What he wanted more than anything was for Eilonwy to come back to him, to confess she made a mistake and that she loved him dearly, to accept his proposal and for them to skip off into the sunset together happy as can be, but he knew that was never going to happen. So in the meantime, he just desperately wanted to stop existing for a while. Not die, necessarily, but just stop existing. Press pause on the entire world and crawl into a very dark and very secluded space until he was feeling well enough to face life again, if he ever would. Lucy was in no way satisfied with her big brother's silence. For the past fortnight, it had been nothing but dismissive waves, sleepless nights, and half-eaten meals. She was getting sick of his sulking not because she felt he was being petty and uncooperative but because she so desperately wanted him to realize he needed help and to ask for it. He was digging himself into a deep ditch with an insanely unpleasant destination. She didn't want to see him kill himself over the loss of a girl. He had fought and won battles. He was stronger than that. He could, and would, handle this. She was certain of it. So long as he sought the help he so desperately needed. "You know, Peter, I know you're tired and you're upset but you haven't been a very good king lately. You've been neglecting every single one of your duties, just as you did when Eilonwy was sick" she stated sternly. Then, softening her gaze, she rested a gentle hand atop his and added, "I know you miss her, Peter. We all do. I know exactly how you feel but...but that doesn't mean we can't go on living our own lives." At this, Peter jerked his head around to face her. "What do you mean you know how I feel? Lucy, nobody knows how I feel. And nobody ever will." Despite the harsh edge in his voice, Lucy was just pleased that he had finally said something. She rolled her eyes, punching him lightly in the arm. "You underestimate me, Peter. I know exactly how you feel because what you're feeling right now, that empty aimlessness, is exactly how I felt when Aslan left. I didn't know how I was supposed to go on without him there guiding me every step of the way. I didn't think I was strong enough to do any of this without him by my side, holding my hand like I was a baby. But here I am, and I'm doing fine without him right there. Besides, I know he's not completely gone anyways. Wherever I go, he'll always be there. Maybe not in person but he's always with me. Right in here." She pointed to her chest and a soft, genuine smile spread across her face, cheeks blushing. "I know it's hard to see it now, Peter, but Eilonwy will always be with you so long as you hold her memory in your heart. Whether she does come back someday or not, you'll carry your feelings for her with you always." As Peter listened to his sister's words, something inside him shifted. He wasn't sure if he felt better or worse but he was certainly feeling something. "How do you know he's with you? That he's always there in...in spirit?" he asked slowly, cautiously, quietly. Lucy gazed off into the distance, unsure of how to answer. "I can just feel it. I can feel him watching over me. I can feel how proud he is of me, of all of us. It's not something you can touch or even hear inside of you, it's just there. I don't really know how to explain it" she spoke. Granted, she knew Aslan and Eilonwy were both very different entities, that Eilonwy was not nearly as powerful and supernatural as the great lion was, but she hoped that at least the feelings of accompaniment were the same perhaps in the same way someone carries on the memory of those who have passed away. "You know, Peter, maybe it would do you some good to visit the library and read some of Aslan's scriptures. I'll admit I've been sneaking down there myself to read some of them, especially when I've been feeling upset missing home or my friends or even the professor and his big old house. Somehow reading about Aslan and his work makes me feel better. I don't know, maybe it'll make you feel better, too." "I don't know about that, Lucy..." he replied hesitantly. "This is...different. This is relationship stuff I don't think you'd understand yet." "Excuse you!" Lucy replied, insulted. She crossed her arms and huffed. "I understand plenty, Peter! You know how mature I am. I'm even the tallest in my class!" "I don't think height directly correlates with maturity, Lu" Peter remarked, but then sighed and softened his tone. "I just...it's hard to explain the difference but loving someone the way I loved Eilonwy is very different than loving someone the way you love Aslan. We both cared very deeply for each of them but...but Aslan is...well, he's like a mentor. No matter where you are, he always knows where you've gone and what you've done. Eilonwy...she's not like that. She doesn't know what all we're doing when she's not here and likewise." The valiant queen paused a moment to chew over her brother's words. She was beginning to see the difference. It was the same way in which their mother missed their father when he went off to war, she presumed. Never knowing what was at stake, what her beloved was doing or if he was even alive. It was terror and uncertainty, walking on a tight rope over a tank of crocodiles ready to snap. "I think I understand..." she replied slowly. "But she might come back someday! I can't imagine she'd leave forever." "I just can't believe I let her slip away" Peter sighed, burying his face in his hands. "I'll never find anyone who even comes to close to her ever again. I swear, she was the one I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. We had chemistry, there was something real between us, and I loved her. I swore she told me she loved me, too. I don't think I'll ever fall in love with anyone else ever again." Running his hands through his hair, he looked up to stare longingly at the vast expanse of forest stretched out before him. "If only I could go after her" he whispered. "Well, why don't you?" Lucy suggested, tilting her head. "I'm the High King, Lu! I can't just get up and walk out to go searching for someone when I don't even know where she went" Peter replied, exasperated. "I've got duties to attend to." "Duties that you're not exactly doing the best job of fulfilling at the moment, Peter" Lucy reminded him. The magnificent rolled his eyes but ruffled her hair playfully. "Well you're not doing your duties right now, either, are you?" he chuckled, shaking his head. Not that Lucy had nearly as many responsibilities as he did. She was still a kid and therefore had a far lighter load than the head of the tetrarchy. The littlest Pevensie furrowed her brows, displeased with the insinuation, but knew her brother was right. In fact, his statement was a grave reminder that she was supposed to meet Susan in the grand hall that afternoon to help with interior design for the orphanage. "Do you think maybe you could at least consider my suggestion, Peter? About Aslan's word? I think you might find it a lot more helpful than you think" she said as she stepped backwards toward the door. The High King didn't find much use in the act, but he couldn't deny such a sweet face. Waving her off, he flippantly replied that he would, watching her leave before turning back to the view with a thoughtful sigh. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Perhaps if he held it, it would numb the pain. Ten seconds, then twenty, then thirty, nothing. Peter huffed and gasped, threw his pillow over his face. In the silence and solace of the night, his thoughts seemed inescapable. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face staring back at him, childlike eyes and rounded jaw and gaunt features and monstrous brows. Something twisted and clenched inside of his stomach. Staggering to the bathroom, he collapsed in front of the toilet and heaved but nothing came of it. After a few minutes of hesitance, he leaned back against the bathroom wall and rubbed his face, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, ran his fingers through his matted hair. A sob caught in his throat that he refused to release. He was not going to cry. Not again. Once his stomach settled, a voice suddenly echoed in the back of his mind. Come to me, Peter, it called, deep and ominous. Come and I shall begin to mend your wounds. As if in a trance, Peter suddenly felt something strong and magnetic in the pit of his chest drawing him forward. He rose and wandered down the hallway, following the sensation wherever it seemed to lead him, until he stumbled upon the large double doors of the library. Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. He tiptoed inside, scared someone might hear him, and climbed the ladder up to a shelf filled with books about Aslan and his scripture, his creation of Narnia and the history of the land. I suppose it wouldn't be totally terrible to learn about what all happened here before we came along, he thought to himself, and then pulled a rather large tome from the shelf that read The History of Narnia. The High King seated himself at a nearby table and began mindlessly thumbing through the pages, hoping to land upon something that caught his eye. The majority of the book consisted mostly of just outrageously small print coated in a fine layer of dust but then, turning the page, he suddenly stumbled across a vibrant illustration that immediately captured his attention. The image depicted a king not unlike himself, tall with piercing blue eyes and straw-colored hair. He seemed young, also like himself, which truthfully caught Peter off-guard. He hadn't expected any rulers of Narnia to be nearly as young as he and his siblings. The next page relayed the tale of the young king, who bore the name King Thaddeus, and the legend of his infatuation with a woodland nymph who they called Chloe. As Peter scanned the pages, fervently eating their words, a strong sense of understanding and comfort began to overwhelm him. He saw much of himself in Thaddeus's character, in his stubbornness and passion and desperation. Thaddeus nearly lost his life for this mysterious figure whom he so loved, and much to his chagrin, Peter saw himself in the horrifying early stages of the same path. He had a country to look after, of which he was the High King. There was no longer time for childish follies and romantic escapades. Sneaking the book into his robe (for he didn't want to lose track of it), he scampered back to bed as a newfound strength began to take root deep inside of him. His grief for Eilonwy was not completely gone, not in the slightest, but perhaps now moving on didn't seem so impossible. Perhaps now he had the confidence and the willpower to stand on his own two feet, to walk without her guidance, to rule without her beside him. For the first time in weeks, he slept peacefully that night. Morning light cast the dining hall in a cool and ethereal glow as the Pevensies gathered for breakfast. Susan eyed her siblings with conviction as they waited on the High King, terrified of what they ought to find. "I tried speaking with him yesterday" Lucy whispered. "He seemed really distraught. I hope he's feeling better this morning." The gentle and just nodded enthusiastically. Peter waltzed into the hall with a strange and unnerving smile pasted upon his face. He greeted his siblings, filled his plate with waffles and delicious treats, and ate in a contented silence in which they had not seen of him in ages. "Well, you seem like you're in a rather peppy mood today, Peter" Susan commented, refusing to look him in the eye. If he had fallen off the deep end, she was certain that distance was the smartest tactic to employ. The magnificent simply nodded with a grin. "Are you alright?" Edmund asked, suspicion lacing his tone. "I mean, I assume you're feeling better but...what happened?" Peter finally met the eyes of his siblings, placing his fists upon the table in a not at all violent fashion. "I had a lot of time to think last night" he began, "And I've decided I'm done with all this childish sulking." He was met with a series of wide eyes and questioning gazes. "A-are you sure...?" Lucy asked carefully. She wasn't entirely convinced Peter was in the right frame of mind at the moment. She feared he was being hasty, shoving his emotions into the pit of his stomach in an attempt to ignore their hold. When she suggested he look to Aslan for help, it wasn't that she was pressuring him to feel better. She simply wanted him to open his heart and mind to healing. She never expected him to be cured of his grief overnight. According to their equally unconvinced looks, Lucy was sure Susan and Edmund felt the same. "I'm positive" Peter affirmed. "I've realized I've spent far too long neglecting my duties, and I don't mean just in the past few weeks. I've been neglecting my responsibilities from the very start and that's not at all fair to any of you. I'm ready to return to the throne and reclaim my place as High King again. I'm ready to rule completely, to devote my time to the wellbeing of this country." Again, he was met with questioning gazes and wide eyes, even a mouth popped slightly ajar. "Peter, are you sure you're ready for this?" Susan asked tenderly, placing a hand upon his shoulder. "You know, you don't have to do this if you're not ready. Nobody said you had to do this." The magnificent shook his head. "But I want to do this" he replied. "Better yet, I need to do this. I can't let myself wallow in self pity any longer." A growing confidence began to overwhelm him, spreading outward from his core. The corners of his lips curled up into a small smile as he nodded his head once and added firmly, "It's time I grew up."

#t: futgt #t: futgt c: thirteen #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #fanfiction #narniaff

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Part 3! I won’t lie, I fully expected this to be a short ass fic, but then it sort of spiraled out of my control. Fandom: Mystery Skulls Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 4 Vampire!Arthur

Arthur sighed as he stepped out of the shower, hair dripping on his shoulders. He’d completely forgotten about the bandages on his shoulder in his haste to get under the water and away from the mirror, and now they were soaked through and needed to be changed. Mind, he couldn’t do it himself so he’d only have to pester Lewis and Vivi further than he already had by getting one of them to help him with that, given that the fine motor functions of his prosthetic were still shot. He scowled as he haphazardly pulled his sweat pants back on, turning to glance at himself in the mirror once more. He looked even more bedraggled with his hair drooping around his face and his hospital bandages peeling at the edges were the tape no longer held from moisture. He paused for a moment, though, a sudden thought striking him. Hadn’t the vampire also dug into his sides? The memories were blurry at best, really, but he could vaguely recall the sensation of his stomach being torn into. He took a short step back to get a better view of himself in the mirror, examining his torso to see what damage had been left behind, only to find the barest hints of jagged scarring just below his ribs. Quickly, and mindless of the fact that it wasn’t functioning properly quite yet, Arthur reattached his prosthetic, hissing mildly as the nerves reconnected, before scrambling to peel off the ruined bandages. He gaped as he let them hit the floor with a soft squelching sound, lifting his hand shakily to touch his neck and shoulder, no evidence of his attack being left but a spiderweb of light marks were his skin knit itself back together. Arthur twisted and turned as he stared in the mirror, but if someone didn’t know he had been in the hospital, they never would be able to tell. It was almost as though two nights previous had never even happened. A sudden rapping on the bathroom door startled him out of his shell-shocked staring, causing a slight growl to leave his throat as he jerked away from the sound. He clamped his hand over his mouth directly after the sound left him, a quiet whine leaving him instead. Another, more insistent rap came, followed by Vivi’s voice asking him to come out, making Arthur straighten his spine and clear his throat. “Just a sec,” he called back, shooting one last glance at the mirror, eyeing the nearly completely healed wounds and tiny sparks that jumped from his prosthetic as it twitched slightly at his side. He looked a mess, but it wouldn’t be the first time Vivi saw him out of sorts. He hadn’t really been expecting Vivi, Lewis, and Mystery to be huddled outside the door, though. “Uh...hi,” he said simply, pursing his lips as the three did little but stare at him, “You-you knocked?” “Right! Sorry, Artie, just-your shoulder,” Vivi murmured, gesturing vaguely at his scars. “Yeah, I, I-uhm, was noticing that, too,” Arthur replied, shrugging slightly and shrinking into himself a little, “Did you guys need something? I was going to go work on my arm,” he added, lifting his prosthetic in short, jerky movements. “Sorry for staring, Arthur,” Lewis apologized, looking contrite, “We knew you were healing faster, that was just unexpected.” “You’re telling me,” Arthur snorted, before looking slightly bashful as Mystery nudged at his legs and shooting him a short glare, “Anyway, but really, what’s up?” “Oh! Yes, right,” Vivi suddenly sprung into action, thrusting a rather thick book forward into Arthur’s line of sight, open to a page with a rather graphic depiction of a demon eating a person in black and red ink and a massive sprawl of text next to it, “Mystery found this!” Arthur continued to stare down the book for a moment, his eyes skimming over the tiny text, a light frown on his face. “Uh, can I get the abridged version?” “You’re not a vampire yet,” Lewis stated, tiny smile on his face as both Vivi and Mystery took deep breaths, obviously amping up to bombard Arthur with information. “The vampire that bit you didn’t kill you or feed anything to you, so the turning ritual wasn’t completed.” “Way to steal my thunder, Lewlew,” Vivi pouted, snapping the book closed and tucking it under her arm. “I figured a more concise version would be best,” Lewis chuckled, “But, regardless. We’ve already found a couple tracking spells we can try to find the vampire that bit you. It’s got a couple days on us, but with some supernatural help, we should be able to find it.” “And once we do...?” Arthur asked, absently grabbing at his prosthetic. Nervous habits were hard to kick. “Well,” Mystery stepped in,this time cutting Lewis off, “then it’s simply a matter of a decapitation and a stake through the heart. Contrary to popular culture, any type of stake will do, as long as the heart is pierced.” “Decapitation?” Arthur wheezed, his hand instinctively going to his neck. “It’s the best way to ensure the vampire can’t regenerate while we stake it. I know Buffy makes it seem like it’s really easy to do so, but a sternum is rather difficult to stab. It’s going to take some force,” Mystery stated bluntly. “So, what we’re trying to say, Artie,” Vivi piped up, grinning widely at Arthur, “There’s a cure! So to speak...I know you, and that you’re probably letting your brain go to all sorts of terrible places, so you need to know that none of those things are going to happen. We’re going to track that thing down and kill it, and everything can go back to normal.” Arthur glanced at Lewis, who offered a small smile of encouragement and a nod, before he looked back to Vivi and gave a slow nod. “Okay.” ~ Vivi had made the spell sound a whole lot easier than it really was, given some of the ingredients it required. “Don’t...move,” Arthur gasped, wobbling a little as he was held in the air by Lewis, tiny jar in his hand as he eyed the spider resting obliviously in its web. “I’m trying, Arthur,” Lewis grumbled, doing his best not to shudder at how close they were to the arachnid. In reality it probably would have been ten times easier for him to float up to the corner of the room and capture the spider, rather than him holding Arthur up by the waist so the mechanic could catch it, but even in death he couldn’t stand the tiny eight legged creatures. So, here they were. “Got it!” Arthur suddenly exclaimed, screwing a lid onto the jar with a triumphant, if tiny, smile on his lips. “Good,” Lewis sighed, setting Arthur back on the floor, a slight shudder running through him as he glanced at the spider crawling frantically around the glass bottom of the jar. “Ugh. I don’t know how you can be so nonchalant holding that thing.” Arthur chuckled quietly, ever subdued around Lewis since he came back, “Because. It’s just a spider, Lew. You’re a fire toting ghost. I really don’t know how a tiny little, defenseless spider can still bother you.” To illustrate, he held the jar up and gave it a gentle shake, the spider skittering around to keep its balance. “Hey now, don’t do that,” Lewis admonished, placing a hand over Arthur’s to keep it still so the spider could regain its balance, “it may be gross and about to be part of a spell, but you don’t need to torment it before hand.” That gave Arthur pause, Lewis frowning as he noticed the sudden far away look on Arthur’s face. “Did the spell say it had to be a live spider?” Arthur asked after a moment, staring at Lewis’ large hand covering his own. It took Lewis a second longer to realize why Arthur had stopped and looked so distant, his heart giving a painful beat beneath his jacket. It may have only been a spider, but Lewis knew that Arthur was drawing correlation between himself and the helpless arachnid currently in their possession. Too many times he’d had to run in just before Arthur was used as a prop for some cult’s ritual, or help Vivi cast a spell to free Arthur before anything untoward could happen to him. And then he died, and he couldn’t protect Arthur from that green thing that had taken him away from his friends. And now? Now Arthur was, yet again, in danger of some supernatural thing that had decided he was the best target. He supposed it made sense that Arthur would suddenly feel for the spider that they had intended to kill for their own purposes. “No. I don’t think it did,” Lewis hummed quietly, moving to hoist Arthur back up, even as the blonde began to unscrew the lid he’d only just put on the jar. ~ “Okay, Vivi, we’ve got everything from your list,” Lewis said as he floated into the library, Arthur hot on his proverbial heels, “Well, except the spider is already dead. We had a, uhm...incident in the living room, so, yeah. I hope that works.” Arthur shot him a grateful smile, which he returned easily. “Oh, yeah, that’s fine,” Vivi waved a hand, lighting the last of at least a dozen or two candles around the room, “Just set it all down near the circle.” Lewis nodded as he set everything down near the edge of the rug that covered the floorboards of the library, before moving to lift the ornate rug, revealing a large summoning circle painted below. Inside it were several smaller circles, the largest acting as something of a lock to the others. The smaller circles each had different generic symbols painted into them with spaces left for Vivi to chalk in anything specific she would need for her spell casting, while the largest was repainted every couple of months to ensure that any magic or summoning that happened within was restrained and maintained inside to prevent any ‘accidents’ from happening. Mystery had helped with the construction and design, sighting several amateur circles he’d seen far too easily broken in the past. “Alright!” Vivi chirped, clapping her hands together as she looked over the ingredients Arthur and Lewis had brought, “Everything looks to be in order! The only thing left that we need,” she began boisterously, fading into a quiet, apologetic tone, “Is some of your blood, Artie.” That caused Arthur to stop in the middle of grabbing Vivi’s chalk from a shelf, turning to stare at her with wide eyes. “What?” he squeaked. “Well,” Vivi scuffed her toe lightly against the floor, looking abashed, “You’re connected to that thing now, whether we like it or not. And without anything from the actual vampire, we need something as a tether to let us follow it. I’m afraid the only thing that would allow us to do that would be, uhm, some of your blood.” Noticing how Arthur’s face visibly paled, she quickly waved her hands through the air. “Not much! Just a little bit! Just enough to give the spell the kick it needs.” Arthur swallowed thickly, absently rubbing at his prosthetic as he cast his gaze around the room, chewing on his lower lip. Lewis floated nearby, concern evident on his features. “I-” Arthur began, before swallowing past the lump that had formed in his throat, “Okay.” Vivi smiled encouragingly at Arthur, grabbing a tiny dagger from a shelf. “Okay, great. I’m just going to go give this a good wash, and then we can get started,” she said, hurrying out of the room. Arthur watched her leave, his mechanical arm twitching at his side. He really needed to do some repairs if he was going to be of any use later. “Hey.” Arthur jumped as Lewis spoke next to him, turning startled eyes towards the ghost. Lewis set his feet on the floor, walking over to Arthur to place a reassuring hand on his left shoulder. “You’ll be okay, Arthur. It’s Vivi. And, once your part is over, we can get your something to eat, yeah? I’ll make you something,” Lewis said, letting his hand slide to gently squeeze the back of Arthur’s neck, “Then you can go work on your arm, okay? Vivi and I will need time to plot out our root once the vampire is located.” Arthur shuddered slightly at Lewis’ strangely cool but warm touched moved to his neck, giving a tiny nod as Vivi came back into the room, a look of determination on her face. “That sounds good,” he murmured, eyes moving to the tiny glint of metal in Vivi’s hand. “Come on, Artie,” Lewis sighed, turning the blonde bodily in his direction as Vivi began to set up the spell, “Look at me.” Arthur obeyed after a moment, his breath slightly shallow as he focused on Lewis’ chin, still not quite able to look the other in the eyes, the black and magenta of Lewis’ eyes often the center of nightmares that still plagued him on occasion. Not that he ever blamed Lewis, but having been chased down by a flaming specter while looking for your best friend hadn’t exactly been a highlight of Arthur’s life. Lewis sighed quietly, tipping Arthur’s chin up, forcing the blonde to meet his gaze. He could see the way Arthur’s adams apple bobbed with nerves as he began to tremble under Lewis’ hands. “You’re going to be fine, Arthur. Everything is going to be fine. Take deep breaths, okay? In for seven, out for five. With my count, Arthur. One-” Lewis had helped Arthur through panic attacks many a time, breathing deep with the blonde to help calm him. He couldn’t recall a time since he’d died, though. It didn’t help that he no longer needed to breath, so Vivi had been the one to do it the last few times Arthur had begun to panic. But, now with Vivi busy and Mystery having disappeared at some point, it was up to him. He supposed keeping tempo was like counting breaths, so in a pinch he supposed it would do. But Arthur’s breath wasn’t evening out and he could feel how the blonde was beginning to tremble harder beneath his hands. Lewis finished his count, a light frown on his face as Arthur’s gaze skittered away from his to focus over his shoulder, the blonde obviously trying to control his breathing but failing miserably. It was then a sudden idea struck Lewis, releasing Arthur to dig into his jacket. He pulled his locket free, and pressed it into Arthur’s chest, making the blonde jump yet again, his eyes wide as he looked down at the glowing heart beating against his chest. Lewis took Arthur’s hand and placed it over the locket, forcing Arthur to fold it in place. “Focus, Arthur,” Lewis stated, replacing his hands on the blondes shoulders, “Focus on the beats, okay? Slow your breathing, and try to sync up with it, alright? I know you can do it.” After a minute or so, Arthur’s shoulders slumped as he stared down at the golden heart on his chest, his breath finally evening out as he relaxed. “Good,” Lewis hummed happily, stroking his fingers through Arthur’s hair. “Thanks, Lewis,” Arthur murmured quietly, hugging the locket more closely to himself as his eyes slid shut, letting himself enjoy the simple comfort he was being offered. “Anytime, Artie.”

#mystery skulls animated #arthur kingsmen #lewis pepper #vivi #vampire!arthur #things that i wrote

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The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 17

(aka the royalty AU story)

[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16] [AO3]

The spring dance – which Max insisted actually took place during late winter – was going to be a mandatory, formal event. The seasonal socials all seemed to alternate in this way, with the autumn ball having been optional and formal, the winter party being mandatory but informal, and the later summer gala being both optional and informal. In that case, this spring one was definitely going to be the least fun.

Kim did not know what to do. He wanted to ask Alix to go with him, but would that be too obvious? And what would even be the best way to ask about it? His awkward attempts back before the autumn ball had not exactly been smooth, so…

Walking through the square alone one windy evening, trying to figure out how to go about this, he saw someone in the distance. Could that be… no, it was Adrien! Why did it have to be him?

Kim’s first instinct was to go hide behind the nearest doorway until Adrien had safely passed so that he wouldn’t have to look at him. Things were still far too uncomfortable between those two, even though it had been months since the winter party. They hadn’t even properly talked to each other since then. Would things ever be able to go back to normal?

Well, nothing would go back to normal if they just kept avoiding each other like this! Maybe it was time to do something. Kim marched forwards, gulping down the mild terror that was welling up inside him.

“Hi Adrien,” he said, trying to keep his voice sounding casual.

“Good evening Kim,” Adrien replied. He was standing formally with his hands behind his back, not even smiling. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

There was a long, frosty silence between them, the only sound being the wind whistling through the square.

Say something! Kim’s brain was screaming. But what should he say?

Anything! Anything at all!

“The weather is windy,” he mumbled.

“Indeed, it is.”

Another long silence.

Kim frantically tried to think of something sensible to actually talk about, but his mind was still so preoccupied with thoughts about the spring dance! What if he talked about duelling club? No, that was all they ever talked about… Should he bring up what happened at the winter party? No, that would make things more awkward…What if he flirted with him – no! Where did that come from?

“I’ll see you in class then, I suppose,” Adrien said, the corners of his mouth lifting into what might have been a brief smile, before he started to walk off again.

No, you can’t let him leave again without sorting this out! Just say something –

“Will you go to the spring dance with me?”

Kim quickly clapped his hands over his mouth and stepped back. But it was too late. Adrien had heard what he said and had turned around to face him again, looking shocked.

“Kim… that’s…”

Weird? Stupid? Creepy? Awkward?

“…very sweet of you.” Adrien stared at the ground, nervously fiddling with the tassels on his coat. “But Marinette already asked me, and I said yes to her. Sorry about that.”

“That’s okay!” Kim babbled. “It’s fine – you should go with her – I didn’t mean it anyway –”

“You didn’t mean it?” Adrien looked back up at him, his voice sounding different all of a sudden, like he was… hurt?

“No that’s… that’s not what I meant! I totally did… I mean… I…”

There was no salvaging this situation now, not when Kim’s brain seemed to be on fire and perhaps exploding at the same time. He took to his heels and ran off without another word, leaving Adrien standing there confused.

The very next day in the library, poor Max had to deal with Kim lamenting over it to him.

“And then I didn’t even say anything, I just ran away!” Kim said, his face buried in Max’s shoulder. “I’m such an idiot! And he probably thinks I don’t like him! But I do like him! … Well, not like that, but… okay, maybe yes like that? I don’t even know! Save me, Max!”

Max awkwardly patted Kim on the head, not really being sure what to do. Dealing with emotionally distraught people was not his strong point, especially not when that emotionally distraught person was Kim. Max hoped the goosebumps on his arms weren’t too noticeable, or that Kim wouldn’t somehow be able to feel the insane speed of his pulse through the fabric of his shirt.

“It’ll be alright,” Max said, knowing that kind, calming statements usually tended to bring people to ease. “Things will be fine.”

“But what if they won’t be? What if he declares war on me?”

“For what, being gay enough to ask him to a dance? He’s nicer than that.”

Kim sat up properly. “Being what?”

Max was about to explain when Alix walked into view, carrying a pile of books that was practically the same height as she was. She dumped them onto the table with a thud.

“Alright, that stupid spring dance thing is coming up and since I’m being forced to go this time, either one of you nerds is going with me,” she snapped. “Or both. I’m not fussy. I just don’t want to be bored while I’m there. Formal events are always boring when you don’t have friends to mess around with.”

Aha, this was a good opportunity to be a matchmaker. If Max could somehow sneak his way out of this and get Kim and Alix to go to the dance together, well… The thought gave him a rather lonely pang in his heart, but he paid no attention to it. He had to do this for his friends.

Before he could speak up, however, Kim had cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, let’s just all three go together as friends!”

“Awesome.” Alix picked up the stack of books again. “Now I’ve got homework to do, and you know I get too distracted hanging around with you guys. Apparently if I hand it in late again I’ll get a detention and you know I’m not letting that happen. See you later.” Staggering under the giant weight of the books, she slowly left.

“Kim, you could have–”

“I know, I know,” Kim sighed, resting his head sideways on the table and looking at Max. “I could have asked her to go with me properly. But I just wasn’t thinking straight! I’m still freaking out over what happened with Adrien, and I can never even think sensibly around Alix anyway, and… and… I need you, Max.”

“W-what?”

“I need you there. At the spring dance. It’s gonna be a formal event and I have no idea what I’m doing at those, ever. If I went alone with Alix it would just be a disaster. At least if you’re with me I might not accidentally commit treason or something.”

Max stuffed his hands into his pockets so Kim wouldn’t see them shaking. “Oh, well, I’m sure you’d do fine…”

“And anyway, I can’t just leave you all alone to go by yourself, can I? You’re my best friend, you mean so much to me! I’d love to go with you. Heck, I should have just asked you all along.”

Every word seemed to give Max a mini heart attack. It was platonic, so very platonic, and… it was killing him. Slowly, on the inside, every single thing Kim did was killing him.

“Max, are you okay?”

The way Kim was looking at him, frowning ever so slightly, the sweetest mixture of puzzled and concerned… it was too much.

“I don’t feel very well,” Max muttered, standing up and pushing his chair in. “I think I’ll just go take a nap or something.”

“Oh, well I hope you feel better soon, bro! Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Kim.”

It could never work. He knew that. Logically, statistically, everything – it could never work! Kim’s feelings for him were wholly platonic! And even if they weren’t, then what? They were princes! Expected to rule their own kingdoms someday! Unlike commoners they had a duty, and one they couldn’t simply throw away just like that.

Max knew he would never, ever abdicate. Not even a chance. Being a good ruler to his kingdom meant too much to him. And would Kim ever abdicate? Not before sorting out whatever mess his family had with Agreste, first. Kim wouldn’t leave something like that in the hands of people who already didn’t like Adrien. But without abdicating, how could rulers of two such distant countries ever be together?

Not to mention the backlash. Oh dear, the backlash. Not so much from Kanté, which was thankfully fairly accepting, but the rest of the world. In the not-too-distant past monarchs had been deposed for things as simple as marrying commoners, so there was no way something like this could go down well…

Never mind. It didn’t matter, because it would never happen. The chances were absolutely miniscule. No, the most likely thing to happen would be Kim finally asking Alix to be his sweetheart, staying on the throne long enough to make peace with the Agreste Empire, then abdicating and marrying her, living happily ever after…

And that would be fine. Max would be happy for Kim, he really would. He cared about Kim too much to be selfish over something like that. He wasn’t jealous, just…

Sad.

Kim returned to his room to find another letter from his family. Part of him was tempted just to throw it away without reading it, but that was probably a bad idea. He opened it and skimmed through. Well… it had been a good thing he hadn’t thrown it away. This time there was more than just him being told off.

It might be wise of you to come back home soon before things escalate. There has been an increase in raids near the border, correlating with rising tensions between our kingdom and the Agreste Empire, and it may not be safe for you away from home. We won’t call you back just yet, but please be aware. We also implore you not to socialize with Adrien further; he may be your classmate but any product of an empire like that can only be an enemy.

Enemy??? No. Things may not have been great between him and Adrien, but that poor kid was definitely not Kim’s enemy! And he would prove it! He ran over to Adrien’s room and knocked on the door.

“I have to speak to Adrien about something,” he said to the huge bodyguard who opened the door.

“Kim, is that you?” Adrien squeezed round the side of his bodyguard into the doorway. “Oh good, I wanted to talk to you too!” He looked up at his bodyguard. “Could you please let us have a moment? And please don’t tell my father.”

The bodyguard grunted and walked away, leaving the two of them alone. Adrien pulled Kim into the room and closed the door.

“My parents are saying you’re my enemy because you’re from Agreste, but it’s not true,” Kim said quickly, trying not to look at Adrien in case he would get flustered and mess up again. “You’re not my enemy. You’re my friend. At least… I hope you are. I know things got weird after, uh… you know…”

“I’m sorry,” Adrien said. “I didn’t mean to change anything between us, I just…” He hid his face in his hands. “I think I had a mini crush on you and I didn’t know what to do about it! There, I said it.”

“Really?”

“I know, it’s weird, I don’t even know why or where it came from, I only realized it at the winter party and I was too nervous to talk to you about it!”

Kim breathed a sigh of relief. “Me too, Adrien, me too.”

Adrien lifted his head out of his hands slightly. “You liked me too?”

“Yeah. I mean, um, I think I did. I’m not completely sure. It’s kinda confusing, especially because there’s someone else I like a lot more and I was focusing way more on that, but… yeah. I didn’t realize it until the winter party either.”

“Wow, that’s kind of funny,” Adrien said, giggling a little. “It’s so similar with me. I’ve been liking Marinette a lot for the past few weeks, and so the only person who I told about you was Nino…”

“And the only person I told about you was Max!” Kim laughed, finally being able to look at Adrien properly. “Anyway, I think most of all I want to be your friend, just like how we were before. I was being too much of an awkward idiot in between, but I’m sorry about that. You’re awesome, never mind what my parents think.”

“Aww, that’s really sweet of you! You’re awesome too, and we should definitely still be friends!”

“And I’m pretty sure you and Marinette make such a cute couple.”

Adrien blushed. “You think so?”

“Yeah, trust me. You two deserve each other. You’re both so cool.”

“Thank you! And I’m sure you’ll make a cute couple with… well, whoever it is that you like. I’m guessing it’s Alix.”

Now it was Kim’s turn to blush. “What? N-no… it’s not… I mean…”

“I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry!”

“How did you even know?”

“Everyone does. It’s obvious, isn’t it?”

“What?!” Kim blushed even more. “I’m not obvious! I’m like… super subtle! Yeah!”

Adrien burst into laughter. “If you say so!”

There was a knock on the door and Adrien opened it to see that his bodyguard had returned.

“Time’s up, I guess. Bye, Kim! It was really good to talk to you again!”

“Yeah, same!”

Kim waved and left the room, feeling much lighter than he had before, like a huge weight had been lifted off his mind. Adrien was his friend again… thank goodness.

#another very mlm chapter... kinda #how am i still going with this seriously #royalty au #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #le chien kim #max kante #adrien agreste #random stuff #the misadventures of prince kim #aish writes

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