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wreckofawriter · 4 years

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Magnolia

Royal Au

Pairing: prince!Sirius Black x reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: you sneak over a wall and meet a young prince and you keep sneaking over

Song to Set the Vibe: White Ferrari ~ Frank Ocean

A/n me: I hate cliches also me: write 6k word fic cliche. Anyway this was really fun to write, and it took me forever. (Please excuse any mistakes. I edited at 3am)

It started with pink petals, the delicate things falling over the old mossy wall reminding you of a scene from a novel your mother had read to you. You used to stare at the branches which peeked over the wall like the sun over the horizon in the early morning. You fell in love with the scent of the flowers, it was soft and sweet. It wasn’t until you were eight years old when you finally saw the tree in its entirety.

By then you were reading the books which your mother had recited to you. One always tucked into your small bag among a small notebook, quill, and ink which you always feared would overturn. You had a lot of free time at that age, your parents didn’t trust you in the bakery yet and you were old enough to wander on your own.

One day you found yourself staring up at the mossy wall which seemed miles high from where you stood. Your interest in the large tree was peaked, your thirst to perch on its sturdy branches was slowly killing you. You eyed the wall as you did an arithmetic problem, brow furrowed, mind reeling. You let out a small sigh, the wind mimicking you as a small gust blew your untamed hair across your face. You placed your hand onto a small stone jutting out from the barrier; it gave you a good hold. You had to balance on your toes to reach it, your other hand digging into the moss as you hoisted yourself upwards, feet scrambling for a second before your left found a jut. You smiled gazing thousands of feet upwards where you would see the branches glancing down at you.

You continued the pattern; one hand, a hold, one foot a hold. You slipped twice, once letting out a small yelp as your hands dug into the stone holding you in place, feet searching desperately for a hold. They found one and you took a breath, calming your racing heart as the adrenaline which surged through your body retreated.

After what felt like hours your fingers found the smooth top of the wall, you hooked your arm across it pulling yourself over with a groan. You swung your right leg over, your knee banging on the small lip of the top as you did. You winced but the pain was forgotten as you peered out into the vast garden which lay beneath you. You felt your lips part, short breaths getting caught in your throat.

It was magnificent. There must have been thousands of flowers; tulips, roses, daffodils, bluebells, lilies and so much more. Assortments of ferns and rounded bushes dotted the area. You could make out a large castle in the distance, for a second you thought you had imagined it. The grass was so green you thought it to be enchanted.

Your mind wandered back to the magnolia tree. It must have been ancient. Its trunk as wide as a large barrel, its branches reaching for the sky, its flowers spread wide, their intoxicating scent making a smile break onto your lips. You thought of Alice and wondered if this is how she felt when she fell into Wonderland.

You picked out the sturdiest branch which crossed the wall before darting along it and collapsing into a larger and safer one. Your smile widened. You sat yourself at the junction of two thick branches humming quietly as you took out a book and began to read, your leg swinging lazily as petals drifted to the ground around you.

For the next week, you struggled up the wall scraping your knees and bruising your fingertips to climb into the tree. You would stay there for hours. Playing among its branches or scribbling sketches in your journal, you had switched out your quill for a pencil so you didn’t have to worry about the ink anymore.

By your tenth day, the flowers had begun to wilt, late May was turning to June and the soft pink was to be replaced by leafy green. You were disappointed that they would be leaving you, they were so incredibly beautiful. As you scampered across your branch into your seat a shimmer of black caught your eye. You craned your neck to see a boy tucked at the bottom of the tree, his knees were drawn to his chest, his head buried within them. His body shook with sobs, hair spilling around him.

You tilted your head to the side in confusion before quietly descending the tree. You had never touched your feet onto the grass of the lawn, you didn’t dare, too afraid it's magic might pierce you. You swallowed your fear and dropped beside the boy, shaking the branches as petals rained around you.

The boy looked up, started by your sudden appearance. You flashed him a grin, three teeth missing from its uniform.

“Hi!” You spoke, your voice cutting through the quiet of the garden.

He stared up at you, deep grey eyes widened, his cheeks blotchy and eyes rimmed in red, “Hello.” he whispered, rubbing his eyes with his fists and wincing.

“I’m y/n. What’s your name?” you asked falling to your knees in front of him, your skirt pooling around you.

“Sirius.” He responded quietly, “Sirius Black.”

The name felt familiar like you had heard it a thousand times before, you brushed away the feeling, “That’s an odd name.”

He shrugged weakly, “Everyone in my family had an odd name.”

“Well, I quite like yours.” You paused frowning, “Why are you crying?”

He bit his lip, eyes darting away from you, he drew back into himself and you felt your disappointment deepen.

“I won’t tell anyone you know.” You huffed sliding off your knees and crossing your legs, “I don’t really have anyone to tell anyway. All the girls I used to play with say I’m strange now.” your bruised fingers danced over a fallen petal, picking in up and spinning it between them.

He glanced back up at you, “You swear you won’t tell?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

He sighed, gaze falling onto the pink and white dusted ground. He held out his hands to you. You peered at them, eyes widening for a moment. Thin scars ran across them, some white with old age, some a soft pink. It was the deep red that caught your attention. They were angry, the skin around them puffy as small rivers of blood dripped down to his wrist.

You took his hands delicately into your own, Sirius looked back up at you tears making his eyes glassy.

“I broke a vase.” He explained tearfully, “My mom hurts us when we break things.” A sob ripped from his throat and you felt your chest contract in sudden pain.

“Now I’m gonna have big ugly scars on my hand.” He wailed more tears spilling off his chin.

“It’s okay.” You beamed at him and he stopped, hiccuping as you drew his attention to the white marks which riddled your own hands. “I burn myself all the time, I have scars all over my knees and legs too.”

Sirius’s eyes danced across your own marks, most were small and wide, a few longer and thin like his own.

“Once they heal you can say you got them fighting a dragon like I do. We can say we slayed it together, then maybe some of those girls would actually believe me.” You felt your heart grow lighter at the idea. “Plus I know how to make them stop hurting.”

“You do?” He gasped.

You nodded, “My momma does it all the time.” With that, you brought his hands up to your lips placing light kisses on each one.

Sirius felt his cheeks heat for unknown reasons, the stinging of the slashes seeming to fade as your lips grazed them.

As you pulled giggled and raspberry pastries from your bag Sirius decided you were an angel that God had dropped from the magnolia tree.

It only took you one night to put two and two together. You asked him if he had ever been turned into a frog the next day and when he looked at you like you were crazy you explained that princes did that sometimes.

Sirius’s eyes widened, “You know I’m a prince?” his voice was shaky like it was about to break.

You nodded, “Why else would you live in a castle, plus I remembered your name, my momma talks about you and your brother sometimes.”

There was a pause, you expected Sirius to say something but when he didn’t you moved on talking about a fish you saw in the stream behind your house.

As you packed up to leave for the day Sirius grabbed your hand stopping you in your tracks. His eyes were wide, his lips drawn into a small pout, “You don’t care that I’m a prince?”

You scrunch your nose, “Why would I care?”

Sirius broke into a smile and shrugged, you liked it better when he smiled.

You tucked your book into your bag and jumped from the lowest hanging branch pulling yourself onto it, a flurry of pink and white fell onto the boy below you, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” You called as you scaled the tree, disappearing behind the wall a few moments later.

Sirius started at where you had been just before you hid from sight, his grin was glowing, “Tomorrow.” He mumbled softly to himself. You were coming back to him.

You were ten now. You could climb the garden walls with your eyes closed, on muscle memory alone. You and Sirius had spent your time under the leaves of the magnolia reading and playing together.

Today marked the two-year anniversary of your friendship not that either of you knew or cared. You crept quietly down the branches until you sat just above the boy. His head was buried in a book, his eyebrows knitted from frustration. You hooked your legs around the branch and swung downwards catching him by surprise.

“Whatcha reading?” You asked the small skirt you were wearing dropping to your chin, your tights on display, something your mother said was quite rude.

Sirius frowned and you brought your hands to the branch swinging your legs out from around it and plopping onto the grass next to him.

“It’s a book on ancient history. My mother wants me to read it.” He mumbled.

You glanced at the first few words on the page and scrunched your nose, “Sounds boring.”

“It is.” He agreed, looking to face you only to find you had turned away, peering into your small satchel. You spun back around with a small torn paperback in hand.

“Read this.” you stated pushing it into his grip, “It’s about a boy who travels the world looking for his little sister. It’s much more fun.”

Sirius gazed at the rumpled cover, the pages were dog-eared, a terrible habit you had gained from your lack of bookmarks.

“There is a witch and a princess and even a dragon!” You gushed, glancing up at him with wide eyes, “You swear you’ll read it?”

Sirius nodded, “Of course.”

You squealed in excitement, “When you finish you have to tell me all about your favorite character. Mine’s Rocky she’s the best and she- nevermind.” You cut yourself off, “I don’t want to spoil it.”

Sirius grinned back at you, his heartbeat speeding as you gleamed in the mid-afternoon light, the shadows of petals falling around you reminding him you were real, not just some daydream he had created in his mind.

Two more years had passed. Not long after giving your book to Sirius, your mother decided you were old enough to work at the family’s bakery. You never liked baking much, it was a bit of a hassle and far too technical, but your parents didn’t seem to care.

You spent most days inside the stuffy back kitchen making batter and doing dishes. You still weren’t allowed to do anything fun like frost cakes or cut cookies. Your life became long and boring, your free time disappeared as the expectations for you rose.

Weekends became a safe haven. Each Saturday you would scale the wall and hurry down a tree to meet Sirius. You didn’t play as many games as you used to. You no longer believed in dragons and mermaids or princes turning into frogs. Instead, you spent your time talking and reading, Sirius had grown taller than you now, his chin almost able to reach the top of your head as you stood side by side. The baby fat from his face had also begun to disappear and you heard girls around town whisper about how handsome the eldest prince had become.

You never really noticed though, he was still your best friend and you didn’t think him growing a few inches would change that.

It was Saturday, your favorite day of the week. You slipped silently down the tree, its flowers still closed, ready to bloom in a few days time. To your surprise, Sirius wasn't seated below the reaching branches but instead in the lawn, his bag and book disregarded in the light shade.

You slipped off your shoes, dropping to the ground and beginning towards the boy. The grass tickled your feet and a small gust of wind blew your smooth hair in front of you. As you tucked it out of the way you noticed the weapon held in your friend’s hand.

You called out to him and he turned giving you a full display of the sword his small hands grasped.

Your eyes widened as you investigated the metal, sunlight made it shimmer, small engravings in a language you didn’t understand became visible down its center. Its handle was made of a deep red leather which matched its sheath.

“It’s so cool right!” Sirius beamed down at you.

You nodded but the fresh bandages on his hands kept you from smiling. He caught you staring, his eyes falling as he turned away from you.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled, you could hear the hurt in his voice realizing quickly you had killed his happiness.

You panicked for a brief moment before plastering on a smile, “Can you do any moves with it yet?” you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him around.

His enthusiasm jumped back, “Yeah! I got taught this one where you slice it across and then swing it over your head like this.” he mimicked his explained actions and you giggled as he clumsily slowed it down. It was clear it was too heavy for him.

A bit of red dusted his cheeks, “My mother says I’ll grow into it.”

“You will.” You agreed, “I brought some peanut butter cookies if you want.”

He grinned and the two of you began back towards your tree. You sat down with a small huff taking out the wrapped goods and passing them to him.

“I have to start working full time at the bakery soon.” You sighed removing an apple from your satchel

Sirius felt his heart crumble. He wouldn’t be able to see you? What would he do with all his free time? He already only saw you two days a week, three if he was lucky. How was he supposed to deal with never seeing you? It seemed like an impossible task.

“I was thinking we could meet in the evening instead,” you suggested snapping Sirius from his downwards spiral, “My mom usually lets me go around six or seven so do you wanna meet here at seven-thirty? I know it’s kinda late and if you don’t want to then that’s fi-”

“I don’t mind.” Sirius rushed, “Not at all, you can come more days then right?”

You nodded smiling up at him, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Your shoulders brushed, the wind picking up and causing the budding flowers to ruffle. Sirius leaned closer to you and caught your scent; cinnamon and caramel. Warm and sweet. His heartbeat sped and he felt his ears grow red.

“Y/n.” He spoke suddenly and you turned to face him, the sunlight catching your eyes and making them gleam, “Will you marry me?”

You furrowed your brows.

“I-I mean when we are older obviously,” He explained hurriedly, his face heating up. “I mean you’re my best friend and everything and I just thought it would be nice.”

You giggled a bewitching sound, “You don’t want to marry me Sirius.” you laughed shaking your head.

You were wrong.

The evening sun glinted in your eyes as you sat atop the wall, you could see Sirius in the lawn, his sword swinging around him in a glint of silver. He had gotten quite good with it in the past two years. You watched for a few moments mesmerized by his smooth movements. You shook your head, your neat ponytail swinging behind you.

When your feet touched the ground you hummed dropping your bag and walking towards the boy. You were quiet, making sure to step slowly and carefully You neared him stifling a giggle and suddenly he swung towards you. You ducked, yelping in surprise.

Sirius gasped, “Y/n! Are you okay?” he bent towards you and saw your body shake. For a horrifying moment, he thought he had hurt you.

You stood up laughing, “Sorry” you giggled, “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you while you were doing you swingy things.”

He rolled his eyes relief breaking over him, “They’re called positions not ‘swingy things’”

“Yeah, whatever your highness.” You mocked taking the sword from his hand before he could protest. You were surprised at its weight, finding it hard to imagine that he could swing such a thing at age twelve, “Jesus this thing is heavy.” You mumbled using two hands to bring it over your head in a satisfying swoosh.

“You’re holding it wrong,” Sirius smirked.

You stuck your tongue out at him, scrunching your nose.

He tsked his tongue grinning, “So childish.”

“Yeah because you’re the king of maturity.” you scoffed, “Now are you gonna show me how to hold this thing or just laugh at me?”

“It’s pretty funny to watch.” He admitted shrugging and you pouted, Sirius found himself thinking it was incredibly adorable. “Fine.”

He stepped behind you, his arms circling around your waist and gripping over your own.

“You want your thumb folded over like this,” He mumbled in your ear as he moved your hands accordingly. You fought a blush as his breath fanned over your cheek.

“You have to make sure that you have a strong grip, so don’t overlap your hands.” He instructed. Sirius felt like he was about to combust, his heart was speeding in his chest at an inhuman rate, his cheeks were blazing red as your body pressed into his own. Your sugary scent had taken him over. The urge to spin you around and kiss you had gotten so strong he realized he couldn’t go another second holding onto you.

Sirius stepped away and you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“And now you can swing.” He spoke breathlessly and you did, slicing the air in two.

“That was fun.” You giggled but Sirius barely heard you.

You were entirely unaware of the effect you had on him. You had no clue that he would spend the next week imagining how you felt in his arms. You were forever innocent of the fact that you would plague his dreams.

You groaned, your feet ached and your hands were sore. You had been up since four, your mother insistent on you prepping pastries and then forced you to spend the day frosting cupcakes with tedious designs. You hated that you were so good at it, you had an amazing gift for frosting art which meant many involuntary hours spent with piping bags in hand.

The wall was easy to climb but your aching feet complained and you considered turning around, you could have used the extra hours of sleep. Sirius flashed through your mind and you began up the wall. When you reached the top you sat there for a moment, the tree looked awfully difficult to climb in your fatigue.

“Sirius.” You called and you watched him spin towards your voice, the full moon reflecting off of his deep black hair.

He walked over and stood below you with his arms crossed, “You’re late.”

You groaned, “I know, I’m sorry, my mom wanted me to finish this ridiculous cake.”

He smiled, “I thought you weren’t coming for a bit.”

“So did I.” You mumbled. “Look I don’t want to climb the tree right now.” You explained, “So I’m gonna jump, catch me okay?”

Sirius’s eyes widened, “What?!”

“Catch me!” you repeated sliding to the edge of the wall, hands pressed into it, ready to push you off.

“Are you crazy?” He shouted and you ignored his words, taking in a breath.

“On three!”

Sirius began to panic, “Y/n I don’t know if I can-”

“One.” You moved to the very edge, your heart thumping.

“This is a stupid idea!”

“Two.” You spoked hands pressed and ready.

“I can’t believe you are doing this,” Sirius mumbled

“Three!” You took in a deep breath and pushed off the wall.

Sirius held out his arms not even sure how to brace himself. You collided with his chest taking you both to the ground with an unsettling thump. Sirius groaned, his back pressed into the damp grass, his hair fanning over his face. He could feel a dull ache in his right elbow and left ankle. Your giggle drew him from his slight pain, he opened his eyes watching as you brushed his hair from his face.

“Thank you, your majesty.” You whispered, smirking down at him from where you were seated on his chest.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” He murmured and your smile only widened.

“It’s only proper that I pay my respects.” Your voice was mocking yet deathly sweet.

He scoffed, “You just jumped from ten feet because you didn’t feel like climbing. What about you is proper?”

You laughed again rolling off of his chest and onto the grass beside him. You started up at the stars for a moment your heart still beating too quickly as adrenalin left you. You traced the constellations, the comforting sounds of crickets and Sirius’s breaths making your eyelids grow heavy.

“I started reading philosophy recently.” You spoke softly, a warm gust of wind rushed through the late summer air “I hate it.”

Sirius snorted beside you, “I figured you would.”

“I just don’t understand why they make everything so fucking complicated. I mean why does there have to be an answer to everything?” You mumbled you felt Sirius’s hand brush your own for a moment, “I started to wonder why they had all these questions in the first place. Why does there need to be a reason for living? Can’t we just...live?”

His knuckles brushed yours again.

“I started coming up with my own answers. Each time they asked a question I would just say the first thing that came to my mind and stick with it.”

His fingers entangled with yours, his hand fitting snug within your own.

“Some greek asked, ‘Why are we living?’ and all I could think to answer was because we haven’t died yet. It was suddenly all so simple and meaningless.” You turned your head toward Sirius. “I liked it better that way.”

Silence fell, the stars blinked back at you and for the first time in a long time you imagined you were flying among them. Sirius’s hand was warm in your own. The wind had stilled and you drifted to sleep beside the magnolia tree.

You felt angry tears rush down your face as your feet hit uneven cobblestone. It was seven-thirty on the night before your sixteenth birthday. You scampered up the wall, your toes slipping from their holds twice as sobs ripped from your throat. Your knees hit the lip on the wall’s top, something you hadn’t done since eight years before. Tears made your vision fuzzy and your head throb as you clumsily stumbled down the tree, slipping on the last branch and falling into a heap at its trunk.

Sirius rushed towards you, “Y/n, are you okay?” you felt his hands on your hips as he drew you into his hold. You fisted his shirt burying your face into his chest as you continued to sob. The boy who held you was stunned, unsure. He felt his chest seize in sudden pain at the sound of your suffering.

Your cries quieted and were suddenly replaced with a shriek of anger. “That fucker!” you shouted pushing away from the embrace and Sirius knew immediately who had upset you.

It was no secret to him that your father wasn’t the nicest person around. He never hit you or your mother but his anger was out of control.

“I spent hours on it.” you sobbed, “Hours! My fingers were cramped from holding that stupid fucking pipping bag and it looked so good. So perfect, best cake I have frosted yet. And then he gets mad because he forgot to set a timer which is not my problem in the first place and he just destroys it.” your voice was laced in venom, your teeth gritted as rage-filled tears dripped off your chin.

“They are supposed to pick it up two days from now. Which means I’m gonna have to spend my entire day tomorrow making and frosting a new one.” Your voice broke in two and you felt like collapsing again.

You felt Sirius’s hands cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away angry tears. You looked at him through a glassy haze, your eyes felt hot and sticky, eyelashes thick with saltwater. He wore a soft frown, his eyebrows furrowed a slight pout on his lips.

You stared at him for a moment, sniffling softly as your hands loosened around his shirt. His eyes shimmered in the late sunlight, hair framing his pale face, cheeks blossoming with deep red roses. He was beautiful.

You leaned forward suddenly, your lips colliding with his own.

Sirius’s narrowed eyes grew wide before sinking shut as your hands fisted his shirt again, drawing him closer to you. His own found your hips, tightening as your tongue grazed his bottom lip. He opened his mouth allowing you to deepen the kiss as your hands wandered up around his neck, lightly tugging on his hair. You tasted of bitter tears and the sweetness of sugar. You pulled away slowly, your breath fanning across Sirius’s stunned face.

“Do that again.” He mumbled.

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

You did, your lips meeting slower this time, your felt Sirius sink into you, his lips dancing with your own, the kiss was slower than your first, neater. His lips trailed to the corner of your mouth, laying butterfly kisses on your cheeks before wandering down your jaw to your neck where he nipped lightly at your skin. After a few minutes, he trailed back up to your lips placing a light kiss on them before pulling away.

Your breathing was short, heart hammering heavily in your chest.

“I got you something,” Sirius mumbled a large smile plastering across his lips.

You grinned lazily, “You didn’t have to.”

He shrugged, “Well I did.” With that, he reached into his pocket and removed a small thin box wrapped in soft pink tissue.

You took it carefully into your hands, tearing the paper to reveal a small back box, you glanced up at him and he nodded, eager for you to continue. When you lifted the lid your eyes widened, “Holy shit Sirius.”

On a soft bed of white lay a necklace. The gleam of the heavy diamond was blinding. You lifted it from the case as delicately as you could turning to meet Sirius who was beaming.

“Do you like it?” He asked in anticipation.

“Sirius, this is insane.” You gasped, “This had to have cost a fortune.”

He shrugged, “It wasn’t that much.”

You looked back at the gem mouth dropping, “I, I don’t think I can accept this, I mean.” You released a breath, “This probably costs more than my house.”

“Please take it.” Sirius begged, “I have no use for it if you don’t and you would look so beautiful in it.”

“Sirius this is literally insane.” You mumbled but he ignored you, taking the jewelry from your grip.

“Turn around.” He mumbled and you complied, feeling him drape the cold stone around your neck and clasping it. His lips danced across the back of your neck before he grabbed your shoulders turning you back to face him.

His eyes roamed over your form as you peered up at him through your eyelashes, “God you are so fucking gorgeous.” He murmured and you felt your cheeks go red.

“Shut up,” you muttered, bringing your hands to your face.

“How can I shut up when you are so stunning?” He grinned.

“Really it’s not funny, Sirius.” You glared at him with no real malice behind your eyes.

He hummed bringing your lips to his own once again.

Dating Sirius was amazing. For a while anyway. It was always amazing when you were alone. Just you and him seated under your tree, the sweet smell of flowers and endless baked goods as you talked about philosophy or the stars. It was everyone else who made it so difficult, so complicated.

When you had brought him to your house your mother had fainted as you explained that you had known the future king for almost a decade. And then she fainted again when you revealed you were dating.

Sirius’s family was an entirely different story. When he announced he was dating a girl who was anything but nobility his mother had slashed open his hands again and demanded your name so she could have you put to death for witchcraft. Sirius warned her that if any harm came to you he would kill her and then leave. His threats were not empty.

Sirius brought you to the castle many times over the two years you had been dating, but you were never faced with his mother and you were grateful for that. You met Regulus who was stiff and proper, but nice enough despite the occasional insults he threw at your class. Sirius’s father was wooden and almost seemed numb, you figured he had to be, married to the women that he was. Sirius had burst into laughter when you told him that.

You preferred the gardens to the castle, although you didn’t have to sneak into them anymore. Instead, you walked through the gates where you were always met by Sirius.

People stared at you and whispered behind their hands in town. You hated the sudden attention you got, it was suffocating. Everything felt suffocating. The sudden coldness from your family, the hatred from Sirius’s, the stares and the expectations, and the attention. It all felt like it was squeezing the life out of you and you found yourself missing days under the magnolia tree when it was just you and Sirius, not everyone else in the world.

You walked through the gates, your bag slung lazily around your shoulder. You were surprised to find SIirus absent from the entrance, you were turning to leave when a guard stopped you.

“Prince Sirius has requested your presence in the gardens, my lady.” He spoke and you cringed unsure if it was because of Sirius being addressed as ‘Prince’ or yourself as ‘my lady’. Both made your stomach churn.

You nodded numbly making your way towards the old magnolia, its sweet scent had returned, early spring making everything seem fresh. You descended the hill, noticing small lights tucked into the tree you loved so dearly.

As you neared you realized they were candles and you felt your heart stopped. Sirius stepped out from behind the tree in a suit, his hair was brushed back from his face and you almost didn’t recognize him. As he smiled at you you felt tears pool in your eyes. They were bitterly cold. He took your hand in his own.

“I love you y/n,” he whispered and you couldn’t respond, your heart throbbed, “I think I’ve been in love with you since I was eight years old.” you felt your throat go dry. “I want you to be with me for the rest of my life.” He sank to a knee, opening a velvet box with a ring far too big inside, “Y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?”

You felt numb, sobs shaking your body, “No.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, smile dropping, “What?”

You took in a shaky breath trying to control the whimpers that wanted to escape, “No.” you repeated, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Sirius stood, the little velvet box being tucked away, “Y/n, what are you talking about?”

You felt more tears build in your eyes, “I can’t anymore Siri.” you sobbed, “I’m so sorry, I tried I really tried, but I can’t.”

“Wait, y/n,” he tried to reach out and hold you but you pushed him away drawing into yourself. “It’s fine if you want to wait a little longer I don’t mind, you don’t have to get so upset.”

“You aren’t listening to me Sirius.” You cried, “I can’t do this anymore, I can’t do us anymore. It’s just all too much.”

The heartbreak in his eyes made it a thousand times worse, “Us?” his voice was small.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, “I just can’t take the stares and the whispers and the hate. I can’t be called my lady and dress up in diamonds.” You sobbed, “I can’t be a queen.”

Sirius’s eyes had grown glossy, “Y/n/n if this is about my family, you don’t have to worry.”

“It’s not just your family, it’s, it’s everyone.” You explained, “My own parents treat me like an outsider and I don’t even know why. People stare at me in the streets and whisper behind my back. I can’t deal with it all Sirius, it’s killing me.” you let out a breath, shaking, “It’s killing me Siri.”

Sirius stood stunned in front of you, tears trailed down his face, he looked hurt, betrayed.

“I love you.” You mumbled moving onto your toes to place a final kiss on his lips, he responded slowly and you slipped away a moment later, “But I can’t be a queen.”

You turned around quickly about to break into a run when you felt a hand grip your wrist.

You swung back around to face him and you felt your heart shatter, his eyes were full of heartbreak, desperation evident on his features, “I’ll leave all this.” He whispered, “I’ll leave it all, it can be just you and me and we can go somewhere far from here where no one will know my name. Please y/n.” He begged, “Please don’t leave me.”

You swallowed a sob, “You and I both know I’m not letting you throw away your life for me.” You reached your hand up to your necklace, unclasping it and letting it slide into your palm. You pressed the gem into Sirius’s hand, “You deserve better.” you whispered before you turned on your heel and began to run.

He truly did deserve better.

Part 2 ~♡~ Part 3

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sugarjaee · 4 years

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quarantine playlist tag

i was thinking while were all in quarantine this would be cute to do....

rules: answer with the songs that u think go with each category to make ur quarantine playlist oof feel free to explain why u chose it too uwu. then tag your quarantine pals

1. a song that u like the aesthetic of

love me, sweet by lav

i just like the way this sounds and the bedroom pop aesthetic of it all. its just really raw and sweet and i like it.

2. a song that means a lot to u

white ferrari by frank ocean

i dunno why but i hold such a special place in my hear for this song. i just remember the first time i ever heard it i broke down into tears and started sobbing so yeah....

3. a cover/remix u prefer over the original

we don't talk anymore by jungkook and jimin

need i say more?

4. the song u relate to the most

in my head + everytime + better off by ariana grande

honestly any song bout toxic relationships OOF but i like these da most miss ariana knows what's up

5. a song u like from a genre u don't normally listen to

high horse by kacey mustgraves

only country song i will ever listen to, periodT

6. a song that makes u want to dance

say so by dojo cat + savage by meghan thee stallion

issa a tie. i have nothing to say other than tiktok made me do it

7. a song from an artist u want everyone to know about

i drive me mad by renforshort

her whole discography is amazing PLS LISTEN TO HER !! she's from my city and her music is SO GOOD. im seeing her in may too sooooo. like god her talent and this song it amazing and u can totally catch me jumping around my room to it.

8. a recent favourite

after hours by the weeknd

if im talking about the song or the whole album, you'll never know

9. an old favourite

sun and moon by nct 127

they have yet to top this

10. a song that introduced u to ur favourite artists

4ever by clairo

if i hadn’t come across this song on a soundcloud playlist my life would never be da same. not that clairo being probably my favourite artist now

11. a song u can’t help but sing your heart out to

starships + turn me on by nicki minaj

i lost my voice screaming these songs in the car w my sister to i had to put it here.

12. a song that always makes u cry

i love u by billie eilish

yep, y'all know what's up if u listened to this. it hits too deep and real for me and there was a like six month period of my life whenever i heard this song i would break down.

13. a song u forgot about but love

fancy by twice

it came on shuffle while i was making this and damn i love that fucking song and i never listen to it. literally the reason this question is on here lol

14. ur most played song of 2020

rules by doja cat

yup yup yup ! thank u. miss doja’s whole album is my top listened songs of the year but this bitch hit too damn hard. it had to be done

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yeet this the first tag ive ever made. pls dont let this flop

im tagging: @jjong-dae77 @letslovemp4 @h2yeri @kpop-uni @loser-dot-com @yeolsangeleyes @ellrouxx x @def-initely-soul @seodojaezz z @missus-suh @kierafalgout @eun-binnies @ghoularaki @icedcappujaeno @catdaddydef @fictionxo

also while im here i just wanna say how much i miss all these beautiful people and im sorry ive been gone so long but i hope we can talk more soon ^_^ and sorry for bugging u w a tag u don't have to do it

#tag #quarantine playlist tag

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xxisxxisxxis · 5 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifteen

Part Fourteen

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

Word Count: 3k

Warning(s): Language, mentions of pregnancy complications, violence

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I stare at the doctor, confused and dazed, my brows furrowing slightly as he explains the complications to me, but all I hear is, "there's a heart, but no heart beat when there should be one by now."

Zoning out entirely as he continues to speak, my heart dropping to my stomach, disappointment flooding me.

"Mrs. Sixx?" I snap out of my fog and look at him, trying not to cry.

"What?" I ask him, shaking my head a little bit.

"Your first trimester ends next week. The fetal heartbeat should have already developed especially since there is a heart. We can wait for a couple of days for a D&C to see if anything changes, but the longer you carry this around inside of you, the higher your risk of getting sick." He explains and I take a deep breath and open my mouth to speak before closing it again, unable to form words. He grabs at my hand, giving me a sympathetic look. "I'm very sorry. I'll give you a few minutes to think about it."

Just as he's about to leave the exam room, I grasp at his white coat before wiping my eyes and letting out a breath.

"I want it out."

I wasn't going to make myself sick by pretending my baby wasn't dead. When things die, you no longer prioritize them.

I left that day with my first and only ultrasound picture of that baby, with no intention of telling anyone the truth, and went home to coddle Nikki.

He had left that party completely wasted and Drug-sick, and ended up trying to lose some crazy girls that were following him. He turned a curve at 90 miles per hour and crashed in to a telephone pole, dislocating his shoulder. If he would've had a passenger, the telephone pole would've went straight through them.

The doctor sent him home with his shoulder in a sling and a bottle of Percodan.

I walk in to the apartment, seeing Nikki passed out on the couch, Doc sitting opposite of him in one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table.

"How's he doing?" I whisper, taking off my jacket and stepping to him.

"Hasn't moved since you left." Doc tells me and I sigh out, nodding a little.

"Have you heard from the guys?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "Assholes." I mumble, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen.

"How did it go?" He asks me and I freeze for a second, my mind briefly flashing to the ultrasound picture in my jacket pocket before I answer:

"Really funny actually." I pretend to chuckle but he buys it, smiling with slightly furrowed brows. "Turns out I'm not pregnant." I state. "The test I took was a false positive and I've just gained some weight, is all."

"He'll be relieved." Doc points out with his own relieved expression. "Not that he wasn't excited but, I mean, Viv, imagine him being a dad at this point in his life. It would be nearly impossible. This is better for the both of you." He's right, but it doesn't make it any easier to hear.

"Exactly." I nod, agreeing with him, trying not to cry.

He frowns a little and gently pats me on the back.

"It'll happen when it's the right time for you two." He reassures me. "I gotta head out, though, but call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, Doc." I say as he grabs his keys and steps to the door.

Once it shuts, I'm taking my jacket to our bedroom and getting the picture out, hiding it in my drawer of random crap.

"Is he gone?" Nikki groans out when I get back to the living room and I sit on the coffee table in front of him and smile, moving his hair from his face.

"He just left." I reply.

"Thank fuckin' God. He wouldn't let me do anything." He grumbles in a sleepy slur, trying to sit up and I lean forward and help him, making sure he doesn't mess up his sling. "What did they say?" He asks me, yawning, reaching out and brushing his fingers against my stomach.

I can't say anything for a moment, trying to gauge his mood before clearing my throat.

"Um, well, I'm not pregnant." I tell him hesitantly and he furrows his brows, confusion evident on his face. "The test I took wasn't accurate and I got to the doctor's office and he said that I wasn't even pregnant to begin with." I explain. "So, there's no baby. I'm just a fat ass who's gained some weight." I chuckle and he joins me, going quiet after a moment, looking at me as if he sees right through my pathetic attempt to pretend like I'm not upset over it.

"I'm sorry, babe." He mumbles and I continue to laugh, tears coming to my eyes, and he pulls me to his lap with his free hand.

"It's just...you think you have something and you get attached to it, just to find out it wasn't really yours to begin with..." I say to him, my laughter turning to light sobs.

He soothes me the best his half-unconscious mind possibly can, pulling me close to him so I can rest my head in the crook of his neck and I close my eyes, ignoring the fact I'm getting tears and even some snot on his skin.

He doesn't care, having had more questionable bodily fluids on him before.

"You wanna drink or something? You can have one of my pills if you need one of those, too." He offers me after a few minutes when I calm down and I give out an honest chuckle, shaking my head.

"No, thank you." I sniffle out, shaking my head.

"Worth a shot." He says under his breath, knowing I'll hear him and I sit up and elbow him a little, scowling down at him jokingly. "I need another dose, though." He tells me, seriously.

"I can tell. You're actually speaking instead of incoherent babbling." I get off of him and step to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of painkiller and getting one out, taking it to him.

Once he downs it, he's wincing and standing up.

I help him to our bed, listening as he curses under his breath when he lays down and repositions himself to better accommodate his shoulder.

I go to use the bathroom, and just as I'm washing my hands I hear him let out an actual whine with my name tangled in it.

"Poor baby." I tease him.

"Shut the fuck up." He grabs at me with his free hand and snatches me on to the bed.

It's sad to see a big bad rockstar become a needy little boy again, needing someone to baby him when he's ill.

I feel bad for him and let him get me wherever he needs me, which is the current position of him laying his head on my stomach with my legs on either side of his body, his free arm wrapped under me. It looks uncomfortable for him because of his sling, but he doesn't complain at all and after I run my fingers through his fluffy black hair for a few minutes, he's drifting off to sleep.

I push away with urge to start crying again, reminding myself, as far as he knows, I'm suffering an inconvenience. Not a death.

The next week, he's slowly weaned off his Percodan and put on over the counter meds, and insisting to go back to the studio.

"You can't afford to be a Ferrari right now. You're trying to go 200 miles per hour and you don't have insurance." I say to Nikki as we walk inside the studio building, trying to convince him to go back home and take it easy. "The doctor said you can't play until your shoulder is healed."

"Success doesn't have breaks, babe. We're almost done with the album and then I'll take it easy. Just let me do what I do, for now, babe." He argues cooly, waving me off.

"Nikki," I start but he stops in the hallway and turns to face me, giving me a grin.

"Viv, I got this." He assures me, pressing his lips to mine briefly. "I gotta take a piss and I'll be back." He states, heading to the bathroom and I head in to the studio, seeing Doc and one of the sound engineers waiting for us.

Tommy, Mick and Vince are behind the glass window, Mick actually working while Tommy and Vince goof off.

The second I join them, however, they both go quiet.

"Hey, Viv." Tommy says cautiously, reading my pissed of facial expression.

"How's it hangin'?" Vince asks me and I plop down on the couch.

"Fine." I say flatly, waiting for Nikki to come in here and disrupt the tension.

"You don't sound fine." He states, peacocking his way over to me with a smirk. "I can get you in a good mood." He adds and I raise a brow and look at him.

"I'll bite it clean off." Is all I say and his expression shifts before he's stepping away from me cautiously.

"What's up, Viv?" Tommy asks me next, twirling his drum sticks, sitting on the couch arm next to me.

I don't answer and he stops twirling his drumsticks and exchanges a look with Vince and Mick.

"...How's Nikki?" Tommy tries again and I roll my jaw.

"He's been at home passed out a majority of the time." I snap passive aggressively, examining my polished finger nails.

"Oh, damn." He replies. "We didn't know that."

"Well, you would know that if any of you bothered to call or come by. All any of you knew about the situation was that Nikki's car was crumpled on the highway somewhere." I hiss at them and Vince's expression twists.

"What the fuck is your damage, Vivian? You expect us to hold his hand when he does stupid shit and pays for it?" Vince asks me defensively.

"I expect you to be there for each other when something goes wrong for one of you. If any of it happened to one of you guys, he would at least call and check up on you." I scold him, standing up, causing guilt to settle on Tommy's face, but Vince is still relentless.

"I'm not gonna let you label us shitty people all because our world doesn't revolve around Nikki Sixx like yours does." He laughs out without humor and I step closer to him.

"You have been a shitty person for a while now, Vince, but you not even bothering to give a twenty second phone call to your temporarily crippled best friend further proves it." I snap back to him. "And your world should revolve around Nikki Sixx because you wouldn't be here, with the opportunity you have, without him."

"Like hell I wouldn't." He's pissed off now, nearly yelling it at me.

"No, you wouldn't, because contrary to what you believe, Vince Neil is not God's gift to rock n' roll and women everywhere. If Nikki would've just said he needed a messy, blonde, singer, he could've just as easily hired Tansy and gotten her liquored up before every performance, instead of spending time trying to convince you to join them."

"And if he needed a rabid bitch, he could've just as easily gone to the pound instead of wasting his time knocking one up and marrying it!"

In the blink of an eye he's holding his nose, blood smattering his chin and under his eyes, a gash is evident in his skin where I my wedding ring cut into him when I punched him.

The second he's realized what I've done, we're both screaming jumbled profanities over each other, and Tommy's blocking us from each other as Nikki comes in with Doc on his heels.

"Guys, calm down!" Doc tries to tell us, but we're completely ignoring him, trying to see who can curse out the other the loudest.

An ear shattering riff suddenly shrieks from the amp beside us, causing Vince and I both to stop yelling and cover our ears.

Mick puts an abrupt stop to the noise, glaring at us.

"We were assholes and should've at least called the bastard that's got us this far." Mick states to Vince and he sighs and rolls his eyes. "And we'll all do things that'll make us out to be shitty people at some point, that's inevitable. Vivian, you're suppose to be about the forgiving and forgetting bullshit. Act like it." He gets on to me and I look at the floor, crossing my arms. "...And if you bust his face every time he says something asinine, nobody will be able to recognize him within a few months. We get our revenue from sex appeal so don’t ruin the most promiscuous one.” He adds as he motions to Vince, who's still clinging to his busted nose and bleeding cheek.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"Can someone take me to a fuckin' hospital to see if my nose is broken, before G.I. Jane strikes again?" Vince huffs out.

"I will." Tommy offers, grabbing Vince's keys off the couch a few feet away.

I get a death glare from the blonde as he pushes past me, and once he and Tommy are gone, Nikki's staring down at me, seemingly pissed and I leave him, Doc, and Mick, to their own devices.

“What the hell, Viv?!” Nikki yells at me as I storm in to the parking lot, following me close behind.

“I’m sorry, am I suppose to ignore the fact that they’re stunned you’re not in better shape after you crumpled your car with a telephone pole?!” I shout back and he wipes down his face with his free hand.

“Baby, it bothers me, yeah, but not to the extent that I feel the need to punch one of them.” He states.

“I didn’t want to punch anyone until Vince called me a ‘rabid bitch.’ If he thought I was being one by just snapping at him, then I might as well actually be one. So I was. Not my fault he doesn’t know how to get out of the kitchen when the heat’s too hot to handle.” I go to open my car door but he stops me, slamming it shut again. “Oh my goodness gracious, Nikki.” I groan, squeezing my eyes closed for a second, just wanting to go home and he’s not helping.

“You defended me.” He says out of nowhere.

When I open my eyes, he’s smacking on his gum cockily, looking me up and down.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Devil Spawn.” I shoot back, leaning against my car and he gets closer to me, placing the palm of his free hand by my shoulder on the car, trapping me in.

“No, no, you punched Vince out because he popped off at you for sticking up for me.” He’s smug as he speaks, his face inches from mine.

“Okay, so what? You fend douche bags off of me all the time. It’s not that big of a deal.” I shrug and he doesn’t say anything, giving me a sly little grin before chuckling to himself. “Why’re you looking at me like—” I’m cut off by him crouching a little, hugging me by the bottom half of my waist before throwing me over his uninjured shoulder. “Nikki!” I complain, my back colliding with the hood of my car.

He settles himself between his legs and I laugh nervously, his lips pressing to my neck.

I feel weird and uncomfortable for some reason, not because we’re in public, but because I know regardless of whatever protection we use, there’s a chance I’ll get knocked up again and it’ll go sour.

“We cannot do this in public!” I tell him as I sit up, nudging him off of me a little and he looks around. The sun’s already gone down, and there’s no one necessarily around, but there’s a good bit of trafficking cars, and if anyone were to look across the way hard enough, they could see us. “Besides, your shoulder is hurt.” I try to come up with an excuse.

“Fuck my shoulder, it’s been over a week since I’ve gotten any.” He tugs on the laces of his leather pants and I breathe out.

“Nikki, do you really want to consummate our marriage on the hood of a car?”

He looks at me pointedly, as if to say, “you know who you’re talking to, right?”

“Of course.” I answer my own question.

Just as I’m about to speak again, he’s kissing me, his tongue meeting mine passionately as his hand slides up my white denim skirt and tugs my panties down my legs.

I try to avoid thinking about anything but him, not wanting to ruin the mood, but I can’t help it.

“Nikki.” I pull away hesitantly and he furrows his brows a little, realizing something’s up.

“What’s up?” He asks, studying my facial expression and I blink.

“I just...I’m not in the mood.” I explain honestly, wanting to add, “I would be in the mood if I weren’t thinking about our dead baby.”

He looks almost stunned by my denial of his advances, hurt and confusion cloaking his face.

His ego took a beating. It was the first time any girl had ever said “I’m not in the mood” to him, and possibly confirmed the stereotype of marriage being dry as the dessert, only having boring missionary-position sex that lasts two minutes and only occurs once in a blue moon. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I failed at providing an adequate environment for our kid to actually function properly.

Aside from his shoulder, everything was going great for him. Ignorance is bliss, and I wasn’t going to be the one to piss all over his.

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #douglas booth #daniel webber #colson baker #the dirt #the dirt movie

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yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy · 5 years

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Magic and Miracles and BEYOND Chapter 10

I know, I know, nothing for months then 3 chapters in a row. But hey, this is the final portion of the pre done chapter. And yes, in case you haven’t noticed, I totally cast Lucas Hood from Banshee as Cor. BECAUSE THE SIMILARITIES. And I can totally see Gladio in a cop uniform and having those baristas fawn over him and mentally flirt with the idea of getting arrested if it meant that Gladio would be the arresting officer. And while I’m not a tea person- @the-immortal-marshal is and she said that that brand of tea and that flavor of tea is a proper English tea and would be Ada’s all time fav. And yes a Cane Corso is if Ferrari designed a dog to protect you. I have been planning that detail for months and so in the picture of the two brendle Cane Corsos- Kona is on the left (Kona coffee) and Kahlua is on the right because it looks like a white russian which is Kahlua and milk and that silver Cane Corse is Sasha. And obviously this russet brown dog is Baxter, bless his heart for doing all he could to protect his mama.

So without further adieu, here’s chapter 10. AO3

Chapter 10

Sylva didn’t have Ada moved to just any hospital room, but had her moved to the VIP rooms of the hospital that were on the upper floors that had the best views, the ones that looked like hotel suites that had every comfort imaginable along with an actual bed for Cor to sleep in too with actual super plush bedding, with super comfortable mattresses and the meals would be gourmet and had their own kitchen down the hall along with a mini kitchenette in the room and even the hospital gowns were beautiful and made from super soft peached cotton and were just as comfortable as any nightgown. Also the toiletries were designer and name brand and had things beyond the shampoo, conditioner and soap, but really good day and night face moisturizers and lotions and toothbrushes and toothpaste, mouthwash and body wash, even body scrubs, hair dryers, brushes, hair ties and the like. Even the waiting rooms on this floor were spectacular with it’s own private baristas in their little coffee nook and a free snack bar along with high end oriental teas in silk triangle tea bags. And Ada had two dedicated nurses who would not be waiting on any other patient other than her during their shifts.

The next morning Ravus came into work and saw Clarus walking in with Gladio, both of them in uniform and both looking particularly rough, like neither of them had gotten any sleep which was the same boat he and everyone else found themselves in last night. Well, except for Tredd, Tredd had been in his element yesterday. Asshole, but he was the perfect guy for the job yesterday.

“What’s the status?” Ravus asked curiously.

“Um,” Gladio said before he came over and bent over to talk with Ravus face to face.

“Ada is um...she’s having a miscarriage.” Gladio informed Ravus who’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my God.” Ravus breathed in shock. “Uh, let me park, and I’ll meet you in there,” Ravus offered before he parked in his spot two levels above and took the elevator down to the floor Ada was staying on, which was coincidentally the same floor he and Lunafreya had been born on, just a few rooms down actually and they found Crowe and Libertus already there since Ada had called Crowe first thing that morning and Crowe and Libertus had booked it coming in to see her.

“What are you doing here Beavus?” Crowe tried to act casual but it was no use before Ravus just enveloped her in a hug and hugged her tight and let her cry into his chest, not caring in the least if it messed up his suit up or not.

“I work here remember? How is she holding up?” Ravus asked and Crowe shook her head no.

“She’s not. God I want to hit Cor so bad right now.” Crowe admitted. “He promised me he would protect her and keep her out of his work.” Crowe cried.

“He underestimated his ‘work’.” Ravus replied sadly as tears pricked his own eyes.

“He swore to me that he would keep her out of harm’s way!” Crowe bawled before Cor came out of the room to talk with Clarus as Libertus tugged on Crowe’s shirt to get her attention.

“You asshole!” Crowe yelled once she pulled away from Ravus and charged Cor before Ravus and Libertus had to hold her back.

“You swore to me you’d keep her safe! You promised me you were going to protect her with your life! Instead she almost lost hers and she just miscarried you bastard!” Crowe screamed as Ravus and Libertus both had to fight to keep her from all out wailing on Cor, picking her up off the floor from behind and still having to deal with her trying to kick at him being mindful of her own pregnant belly.

“I know! I’m sorry! I did all I could! Believe me! You think I want her here? Do you think I ever wanted this?! I never wanted her to get involved, I never wanted her anywhere near this, it got personal and I’m sorry! I swear I’ll get the bastard!” Cor roared back with Clarus keeping a steady hand on his chest as angry tears escaped them both.

“Lower your voices,” Clarus warned.

“Where is he?!” Luche roared as he rounded the corner.

“Oh fucking hell.” Ravus groaned and looked to Crowe and Libertus to see which one of them contacted Luche and they both looked away guiltily before Ravus let go of Crowe so Libertus could hold her back on his own to get between Luche and Cor.

“Slow down, slow down,” Ravus warned Luche still a good 20 feet from Cor who was already in fight mode as was Luche and Ravus got Luche to stop and put both of his hands on Luche’s chest and used his own body weight to keep Luche from advancing any further.

“You motherfucker!” Luche accused Cor angrily as he could only point as he looked past Ravus at Cor who looked back angrily and had his fists balled up at his sides as his own rage seethed. Oh he was .2 seconds away from really handing this jackass his own ass. “This is all your fault!” Luche roared angrily.

“Lu?!” Ada called out when she recognized Luche’s voice. Fuck she wanted to see him. She had wanted to see him since last night. And at sound of Ada’s voice it prompted a complete change in Luche and he started pushing past Ravus with all his might.

“I’m here!” Luche called back before he realized no matter how much he wanted to hand Cor his ass, he wanted to see Ada more.

“Whoa, whoa,” Cor said as he tried to get in the door to keep Luche from getting to Ada.

“Cor let me see him! Let him in!” Ada cried and Cor turned to look at her in outrage. She is going through a miscarriage of their baby and she wanted to see him of all people?!

Luche grinned victoriously and still bumped Cor’s shoulder hard when Luche moved past him in lieu of actually hitting Cor. Then the smile fell and he came and threw all propriety out the window when he sat next to her on the bed and gathered her into his arms and hugged her tight and felt some relief when she hugged him back just as tight as Crowe, Libertus and Ravus took up the door frame to look in before Ada looked up and shooed them away before Crowe took the hint and shut the door to give them some privacy as the three of them stood guard at the door to keep Cor from going in.

“I’m so sorry Baby,” Luche finally offered as he started to cry too as Ada had a new wave of tears stream down her face as she cried into him and felt better and worse at the same time when she felt the kind of comfort she had been craving having him hold her again.

“You’ll have to forgive Crowe and Libertus, they both texted me the news and I couldn’t...I couldn’t stay away.” Luche explained.

“I’m glad you’re here, thanks Lu.” Ada said and smiled despite everything. God he smelled so good too, another new cologne but still...so Luche. God she had missed him so much and she had only seen him the day before but with everything that happened, that felt like forever ago.

Luche could smell the blood on her and it made him sick to his stomach. God he would have given anything to never have her go through something like this. God he wanted to ask a million questions but he also doubted she would be up to answering any of them. So he did the sensible thing and kept his mouth shut but stayed holding her as tight as he dared, he forgot how good it felt to simply hold her. God he had missed her so much. He wanted to tell her everything but knew it wasn’t the right time for that either. This was about her, not him. And right now, she was hurting, in every way and he needed to try to make this better and bearable for her.

“Is there anything I can do Baby?” Luche asked, taking a risk calling her that, but she technically started it by calling him ‘Lu’.

“Please don’t fight Cor. He did all he could, he really did. He saved my life.” Ada pleaded and Luche swallowed down his angry argument that if it hadn’t been for Cor, her life wouldn’t have been in need of saving to begin with.

“Please?” Ada added and Luche knew that if he was going to show her how much he had grown up, this was how he could start and Ada felt all the tension begin to leave him and Luche finally caved.

“Fine, but if he starts shit, I’m gonna finish it.” Luche warned.

“Ok, that’s fair.” Ada agreed. “Just, keep holding me,” Ada requested as she realized she really didn’t want him to let her go so Luche did just as she asked and held her as tight as he dared and smiled sadly when he felt her completely relax again. And even a little bit longer than that, she nodded off to sleep and part of his heart leaped for joy that he could still get her to do that, and that she still felt comfortable enough with him to fall asleep in his arms, he remembered the first time that ever happened to him and it made him feel...so amazing that she was comfortable enough to fall asleep in his embrace, she still felt that way obviously. He kissed her temple sweetly, letting his lips linger on her skin for just a moment, savoring it before he started to let go of her and have her lay down in bed to get more rest. She needed it. He wanted to stay with her, have her fall asleep and wake up to him too but his common sense said that he was probably already overstepping his bounds enough, he didn’t need to push it. Well, anymore than he already had been.

He tucked her in and made sure she was perfectly comfortable before kissing her forehead and cheek again, mindful of her injuries. Just needing to get the last of that in until...he didn’t know if he would ever get the chance to ever do that again.

“I love you so much Ada.” Luche whispered as he gently pressed his forehead to hers before he pulled away and wiped his eyes and tried to force his emotions back under control before he left the room and saw his friends leaning on either side of the door when he left. Clarus and Cor thankfully nowhere in sight but Gladio was still sitting in the chair next to door.

“She’s asleep.” Luche informed them when they all looked at him questioningly.

“Ok, come on, let’s go to my office.” Ravus invited to everyone.

“I’ll stay here with her, you guys go,” Crowe suggested to Luche and Libertus before she went back into the room to sit with Ada.

“I told my dad I’d stay here and keep watch.” Gladio excused them before Ravus, Luche and Libertus nodded in agreement with that before they left, Ravus turning around to mouth and gesture to text him to which Gladio nodded solemnly in agreement before they walked back to the elevators before going up to the level where Ravus’ office was. Ravus walked past his mother’s office and saw her working before he got his friends into his office before he went back to his mother.

“Luche found out, Crowe and Libertus told him this morning.” Ravus reported.

“And how did that go?” Sylva asked as she continued to do all she could for Ada within her system.

“Well they didn’t kill each other or kick each other’s asses thanks to us holding them back.” Ravus shrugged as Sylva hummed in response as a look of resignation crossed her face.

“She’s going to need therapy, miscarriage alone can wreak havoc on your psyche but being taken captive, and getting beaten, I can only imagine the trauma she must be experiencing. Luche will need you today.” Sylva insisted as Ravus nodded in understanding as she upgraded Ravus and Luche’s status within the system.

“There, you and Luche both have your God Codes.” Sylva informed her son as he walked around pulled up a chair and saw for himself that she had Ravus copy and then showed him how to bring them up and how to arrange things and the different programs available to make sure everything would be taken care of as well as showed Ravus how Ada already had VIP status so that the nurses and doctors would take extra good care of her and how there were already two dedicated nurses on Ada that did nothing but cater to her for their shifts and showed the rest of the teams of nurses Sylva put onto Ada so that she had round the clock care and make sure all medicines, especially pain medicines would be approved and covered not only by insurance but by the hospital as well, and arranged for visits from the staff psychologists and psychiatrists and made sure various programs would cover all the therapy and made sure to send notes to mention that it would be covered and that there would be no out of pocket expense for Cor or Ada.

“There, I think this is all we can do on our end. Hopefully she’ll take us up on the offer for the therapy at least.” Sylva blew out a breath once she finished.

“Thank you Mom,” Ravus thanked her and hugged her from his spot next to her.

“How is Luche doing?” Sylva asked.

“He...took it better than I thought he would. The moment he heard Ada’s voice he went from fight mode to comfort mode in less than a blink of an eye.” Ravus answered with half cocked grin. “Actually, could you uh, could you tell him or can I tell him what we just did, I know he’ll worry.” Ravus requested thoughtfully.

“Absolutely, just remember Cor is hurting just as much as Ada is, he lost his baby last night too. Both of you should take the day or next couple of days off if you want or need to, and if he needs an outlet you can take him to our house. I’ll understand if he’ll want to drink himself into a stupor, nearly losing a woman you love is difficult, also if he needs support and or therapy, we’ll be there for him and provide that too.” Sylva invited warmly.

“How long have you known? About Hazel being Witchhazel? About Gil taking Ada, you reacted as if you had been expecting this all along, you had the blueprints to the sheriff’s office and the US Marshal’s office in your desk and you knew exactly how to break both strongholds. How did you know all that was going to happen or more importantly- how long did you know all of that?” Ravus asked.

“Do you swear on Selena’s life that you will never repeat this to anyone? Not even Selena and especially not to Luche?” Sylva put to him.

“I swear.” Ravus vowed.

“Since the beginning of summer, when Cor got close to Gil and Gil sent a message to Cor, Hazel had to deliver it, she came to me for help right after and that’s when I knew what would happen, pieces fell into place like dominoes and I knew what was going to come and all the probable outcomes bloomed in front of my eyes and I knew I had to come up with a contingency plan to save everyone’s lives. Tredd suspected Ada was pregnant on the first day of the first cruise and came to me, one look at her and I knew but I swore him to secrecy and if and when we get asked, I will only admit that Tredd had a hunch but I couldn’t be sure so I played it safe in making sure Luche and Ada wouldn’t have sex at all just in case and I’ll leave it at that, but it was so that there would be no question as to who’s baby was lost last night, that’s why I hired Tredd to be a cock block on the cruises because as much as Luche is hurting right now, I knew he would break completely if he had any doubt at all that it wasn’t his baby that died last night too, that’s why I had to protect him the way I did and with as emotional as he is, that’s why I kept Crowe, Libertus and Luche in the dark because I couldn’t trust any of them to keep their heads through all of this and they would emotionally react and fuck everything up although after this experience, they’ll be much more level headed and I’ll be able to trust them with much more. I also knew Cor wouldn’t stop unless he was made to stop and I did what I did to keep Hazel and Titus from fighting against Cor and Clarus and the entire police force and Marshal service because Hazel knows there are moles in both, and those moles will the be the ones to make sure we all get away with this and the investigation on what happened last night- never leads to us, that was the deal I made with Gilgamesh myself shortly after he took Ada.” Sylva revealed.

“You made a deal with Gilgamesh?!” Ravus balked.

“Sweetie, I had to, otherwise Ada would have died, hell all of us would have been killed because all of us would have been caught in the crossfire, I owed him because it was his order to kill Ardyn and Andrew Izunia and it was Charlotte who killed them both so I let them borrow my plane to get them a clean getaway and my pilots deleted all the flight data so now there is no record of Gilgamesh ever using my plane and I deleted all the flight data in the chopper so now there’s no trails to anything and Selena along with the girls were very creative in making sure our alibis stick and are water tight if they’re ever needed and we’re all lawyered up. So now all of this is over for everyone except Cor and Ada and Luche of course, now that Gilgamesh is out of the country, we’re all going to try to go on with our lives and live in peace. I couldn’t have this family tear itself apart like that. That’s why I had to play both sides and got my hands as dirty as they are, all of us walked away with our lives despite our loyalties clashing. Granted we had to go about it outside of the law but we’ll be ok. However I can tell you that Cor, in his quest for vengeance and revenge will completely abandon Ada and that’s how Luche will get her back. They’ll be back together before Crowe and Libertus get married in a month and chances are she’ll be pregnant not long after that and their own wedding will be right before Crowe and Libertus leave and will already start to show by then.” Sylva predicted. “And I know you’re mad at me for not telling you all this sooner but I had to be sure you wouldn’t blow it either.” Sylva urged as Ravus nodded in understanding.

“You’re going to have to teach me your ways Mother.” Ravus gently teased which caused Sylva to huff a laugh.

“Oh I will, Tredd is already chomping at the bit to be taught too and I wouldn’t have gotten half as far without him and I know you think he’s an asshole but his loyalties are to us and this family because this family is his family now and you don’t have to worry about him ever turning on us, he’s practically another brother to you and another son to me because I see his potential and I'm nurturing it rather than dismissing it like everyone else does and he’ll be fine and hopefully neither of you will have to use these skills.” Sylva offered before Ravus grabbed his notes and went back into his office with his mom where Luche had grabbed the bottle of brandy and was all out chugging it.

“Ok, hey, before you get shit faced, I need to tell you something and I need you to pay attention.” Sylva urged as she got the bottle out of Luche’s hand and handed it to Ravus to put away before she held Luche's face in her hands.

“Luche, listen to me, it’s going to be ok. I know you’re hurting. But please keep in mind what’s important, and what’s important is Ada. This is the card to a cane corso breeder, they have two dogs for you that have been going through all kinds of training all summer. A cane corso is if Ferrari and Lamborghini designed a guard dog, they’re amazing and you’ll love them. Write them a check from this checkbook. I know you’ll want to crap a brick when you hear how much these dogs are but again, these have been trained to protect Ada with their lives just like Baxter, who’s ok by the way, he’s with Luna right now. The girls were able to save him. Also, you need to give Cor some slack.”

“But he…!” Luche tried to argue before Sylva silenced him with a finger to his lips before she held his face again.

“I know, I know, he put her life in danger, he put all of our lives in danger all summer but Honey, he’s paying for it right now, he lost his baby last night, he almost lost the love of his life too just like you did. But you are going to do what Cor can’t. Cor’s going to lose himself in vengeance and You. Will. Not. Do. That. Your entire focus will be on Ada and her recovery and making sure she never feels alone or abandoned again. I will have a bag of books for you to start reading today, you’ll read them, study them and use the knowledge you find in them. You will be Ada’s rock and I promise you, she’ll be with you before the wedding. Don’t worry about getting justice for Ada because you never will but what you can do is get her safe, get her secure and keep her that way the rest of her life. Your job in life is taking care of her. Do your job. But you can’t do that if you’re shit faced.” Sylva urged before she explained the God Code and gave him his and showed him on Ravus’ computer how she was already taking care of things and how Luche could keep track of everything in his own computer as Luche visibly relaxed and calmed down.

“Oh thank God! I was about to go crawling into her office to beg for that.” Luche admitted once he saw everything.

“Well no need, it’s all taken care of.” Ravus reassured him before Luche got up again and walked to Sylva’s office with her as he thanked her for everything as she got the books together for him to read from her own bookshelf in her office.

“You’re welcome, and Luche, may I suggest you should get some therapy too in dealing with this. It’s ok for you to get some comfort and support in all this too.” Sylva gently suggested as she hugged him just as tightly, kicking into ��mom mode’ herself.

“I was about to come in here on my hands and knees and beg for your help.” Luche admitted and Sylva snorted a laugh.

“Sorry, that’s not funny, but clearly, no need but that’s a wonderful and moving thought.” Sylva grinned proudly. “Although if you had, I would have done just as much to help her as I’ve already done and believe me, I have done all I can do. Now, may I suggest, just take the rest of the day off, take the next few days off, you can stay here and hang out in Ravus’ office if you want or you can come to my home and crash there too but what I would suggest is you see Ada one more time then you go get the dogs and bring them home and get things ready for Ada to move in with you sooner than later, take Ravus with you to get the dogs ok? You’re not alone, we’re all here for you. And give yourself time to process this, give Ada and Cor time to process this too. I know we all have our misgivings about the situation, as horrible as it is. But it’s important to look at the big picture and look outside our own personal pain ok? I know you don’t want to hear that but you need to hear it ok?” Sylva admonished gently, keeping her tone gentle and soft but still firm.

“Ok, thanks Mom.” Luche thanked her.

“You’re welcome Sweetheart, now, I got work to do, just take it easy ok?” Sylva said as she finally let go of him and Luche nodded in agreement and sniffled still before Sylva handed him a tissue.

“It’ll be ok, she’ll be taken care of to the best of our ability, I promise Sweetheart.” Sylva reminded him before he nodded again and left and rejoined Ravus and Libertus in Ravus’ office.

Meanwhile when Luche, Ravus and Libertus left Gladio shot a text to Cor.

‘Knucklehead left, said she fell asleep, Crowe’s with her in the room now and Crowe confirmed she’s out. Beavus, Knucklehead and Lib left, Crowe is still here tho.' Gladio texted Cor. Even though Gladio felt Cor was the one who was the knucklehead. Gladio had spent most of his life idolizing Cor and now that all this had gone down and watching the way Luche had behaved all summer, he felt Ada should have never left Luche, she was better off with him and he couldn’t fault her for wanting Luche and even he could see that Cor was losing her because Cor had blown it. Cor knew better, when Cor admitted he had known for months that Gil had his sights on Ada, he was ready to kick Cor’s ass. He was so grateful that Sylva had seen all this ahead of time and had a plan and was able to get everyone to work together on their own side rather than against each other, he was grateful Regis did too. The way it worked out was the best case scenario. Hopefully it would be the one time in his career that he’d be dirty but it was for Ada. He knew that if it had been Pashmina, he would have gone full Punisher and tried to burn the city to the ground. But fuck all if he and Pashmina hadn’t gotten the best sex ever last night when they got home from the hospital, why he personally didn’t get more than a couple of hours of sleep last night. He was so proud of her for pushing through her squeamishness with blood and working on Baxter and working on alibis with Selena when she was done, hell all of the girls had worked on alibis. She was a bad bitch in the best way. He loved her so so so much. Hell even Yasmine had been awesome, helping Pelna with all the computer systems and making sure all the cameras were shut off so that none of it got recorded while also manning a special drone to keep an eye on things at the same time. They worked together as a great team too. He was happy they were together. Even Nyx and Luna were great and Stella and Tredd were in their damn elements last night. Tredd was a damn natural and took to this like a fish to water. He was so surprised Hazel was WitchHazel. But he was so grateful he didn’t have to face off against her. He was super impressed Coach was as amazing as he was and he understood that Coach would be loyal to Hazel and he could only hope and pray they stayed together because they were all one big family and this family handled it’s business last night and this family took care of itself. He was so proud to be in this family and at the center was the biggest badass of them all, Sylva, she was the glue holding everything together and he wanted to kiss her when she revealed how she actually had plans in place just in case any of this shit had ever happened to any of them, she was the epitome of Mama Bear and she took care of her cubs and was ready and willing to do whatever it took to protect them. Heaven forbid anything ever happen to her because they were all screwed otherwise.

‘We’ll be right there, got to grab some coffee, text me any changes.’ Cor answered, having been on and off staring at his phone since Clarus suggested they go get some coffee from the cafe down the hallway to distract Cor from barging into the room and making a fool of himself.

“God I wanna punt that asshole to the moon.” Cor growled as they stood in line to get some coffee as Cor looked at the tea selection and tried to think of what Ada would like to drink as Clarus just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Clarus was a patient man but Cor was reaching even his limits.

“But you did the right thing by not doing that, you know Ada. She wouldn’t want you fighting, not when she’s going through so much already.” Clarus reminded him and Cor just grumbled his curses under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest and squeezed his phone tight to make sure he didn’t miss any vibrating from getting messages.

“Hi, can I get two of the largest coffees you have with four shots of espresso each, chocolate syrup and caramel syrup in both.” Clarus ordered first from the Barista who happily took the order down.

“Name?” She asked.

“Clarus on the first and Gladio on the second.” Clarus answered.

“Ok,” She nodded as she wrote down his name on the cup and handed the cups over to the next barista at her station.

“How much will that be?” Clarus asked.

“Oh it’s free, if you’re seeing a patient on this floor, as their guests your refreshments are free, all I need is the room number.” She replied.

“Oh it’s 8245.” Clarus offered before she nodded and punched that into the system as he still put a fiver into the tip jar.

“And what can I get for you?” She asked Cor sweetly.

“The largest coffee you have and probably eight shots of espresso and I can add my own cream and sugar right?” Cor asked and she nodded. “And can I get one of...can you just get me two cups of hot water and then one or two packets of every kind of tea you have?” Cor asked.

“Absolutely,” She immediately agreed. “Name?” She requested.

“Cor.” Cor answered and she wrote that down too and passed the cup over.

“Room number?” She asked.

“Same number, 8245.” He answered as she punched that in. “Leonis? Cor Leonis?” She asked once she saw the name under the room number listed as the caretaker.

“Yup.” Cor nodded.

“You’re listed as the caretaker for the patient in 8245 so if you need anything at all, you can call room service and all your meals and snacks will be provided for you free of charge and of course anything we can provide for you here too.” She informed him sweetly.

“Thank you,” Cor nodded in understanding as he gave he a polite smile before she got to work getting his things together.

“Can I get that chocolate muffin?” Cor added as he looked at the display of pastires and snacks in the case again and realized he hadn’t eaten anything since last night and wanted to inhale it on the spot.

“Of course, anything else catching your eye this morning?” She asked as got him his chocolate – chocolate chip muffin which was practically a cupcake without frosting and put it into the bag for him before he shook his head no and she simply nodded in understanding before she handed it over to him before he walked over to Clarus at the end of the bar where there were condiments while they were waiting for their coffees to be made, Cor not waiting anymore before taking the muffin out of the bag and started to eat it, not caring that he was taking almost inhumanly large bites because it was a big muffin. His cheeks expanded as far as they could and he took some comfort in the delicious taste and not noticing or caring that he was getting chocolate crumbs everywhere. Clarus gave him a wary if not a bit amused look and went ahead and got Cor a couple of napkins and just handed them to him.

“You have a little something, well, everywhere,” Clarus muttered as he gestured to all of Cor’s face and chest. Cor just shrugged and continued chewing as it gave him a break from thinking and helped him process more. God he wanted to kick Luche’s ass, he wanted to kick Gilgamesh’s ass, hell he wanted Gilgamesh DEAD. He wanted to dismantle his empire brick by brick and beat Gilgamesh to death with those damned bricks, then maybe, if he had time and energy, go after Luche. Who did that asshole think he was? Just marched all up in there and rushed to Ada’s side like he was the most important person in the world? Asshole. How did Ada want him?! How did his Ada want her ex at a time like that? She should have been furious with Crowe and Libertus for telling him, he had no right and no business knowing their business like that. He wondered how pissed Ada would be if he did actually kick Luche’s ass? She’d get over it eventually, right? God he needed to make this right, he needed to FIX THIS. He needed JUSTICE, he couldn’t believe he had knocked her up either, he was going to be a dad...as terrified as that thought made him feel, he would have given anything to just redo the last 24 hours. Go back in time, he wished he had taken Ada out of town, hell, put her on a plane and sent her away to go visit her parents, out of harm’s way the moment she had gotten back. And his heart tormented him with guilt when his brain supplied him with the what if scenario of Ada figuring out she was expecting and surprising him with the news. How happy they would have been, how he would have properly proposed to her and married her. Keep her home, keep her safe. He would have given anything for that future...

“Mr. Leonis.” The second barista called out when his coffee was done along with his cups of hot water for tea that had all been put into a drink carrier, all the teabags put into an empty cup.

He put the rest of his half eaten muffin back in the bag and grabbed the carrier before joining Clarus at the condiment counter and put cream and sugar into his coffee as Clarus put creamer into his and Gladio’s coffees before passing the creamer to Cor to put in his own coffee before they went back to the room.

“Is she awake yet?” Cor asked Gladio who nodded but licked his lips when he saw his dad carrying coffee with his name on it and reached out for it and took it from his dad before drinking it gratefully.

“Yeah, she ordered breakfast and it came like 5 minutes later, service is insanely good up here.” Gladio informed him and Cor blew out a breath of relief, good she was eating.

“Good, go to the counter down there and get some breakfast too.” Clarus urged before Gladio nodded and obeyed his father’s direction.

Cor knocked softly before coming into the room to see Ada and Crowe talking quietly as Ada picked at her food a little while Crowe downed her own meal that had brought with Ada’s meal.

“I got you some tea Love, I got all the different kinds they had.” Cor informed Ada before setting the cups on the table.

“Were you hungry Love? When I called to order breakfast they asked for my order and asked for my ‘caregiver’s order’ and any guest meals as well.” Ada explained as she sifted through the different tea flavors and making a face when they didn’t have any she really liked, so she settled for the black pearl tea.

“So I’m eating the guest meal just so you know.” Crowe informed Cor through her own bulging cheeks, she was after all eating for two. Which only made this loss more poignant. Crowe and Ada would have been expecting babies at the same time.

“I got a muffin at the snack bar down the hallway, I’m good.” Cor waived off as he sat down and put his half eaten muffin and coffee on the other bedside table.

“You doing ok?” Cor asked Ada curiously, just itching to ask her about what happened between her and Luche. God it was like pouring salt in an open wound. And the way Crowe was looking at him with subtle aggression was only frying his nerves worse.

Ada waited until Crowe finished eating before asking for some privacy with Cor who she could see Cor barely able to maintain his composure.

“Yeah I gotta go find Lib anyway, see what shenanigans he’s up to.” Crowe excused herself and got up to leave before there was another knock on the door and Cor just wanted to scream. He just wanted to be alone with Ada for two god damn fucking minutes before Crowe left and three doctors and a nurse came in.

“Hi Miss Ardens, I’m Dr. Gentiana, a psychiatrist here at Miracles, how are you feeling today?” Gentiana asked warmly as she came in and shook Ada’s hand before shaking Cor’s before the others introduced themselves as well. Dr. Ramuh and Dr. Shiva.

“And please be honest with your answer.” Gentiana clarified when Ada took a deep breath and hesitated in answering.

“I feel like shit, I hurt all over and in every way.” Ada answered as her shoulders sagged.

“From the notes in your file I can completely understand that and you have every right to feel that way and you shouldn’t be afraid to admit it.” Dr. Gentiana gently assured her.

“Thanks,” Ada offered a small smile, enjoying the validation.

“Well the reason my associates and I are here is we understand you’ve gone through some really traumatic experiences recently and I would like to ask if you were comfortable sharing those or did you need or want more time to process everything? Because you need and should be taken care of not just physically but as a whole, especially psychologically.” Gentiana specified kindly.

“Well...” Ada began before her eyes flooded with hot painful tears again as she grabbed the tissues then poured out everything that had happened as the doctors took notes and offered commendation and encouragement as Cor scooted closer and grabbed her hand and cried too as he wallowed in his guilt and remorse and really liked it that Dr. Gentiana engaged them both and listened attentively to him and Ada since Dr. Gentiana had been his phsychiatrist for a few years now.

An hour later when Ada had finished pouring her heavy heart again, but this time she felt a bit lighter about it and a tiny bit more at peace about it too.

“Well you’ve done an excellent job being open and honest with us and I applaud your strength, both of your strengths, this isn’t easy stuff to talk about and both of you did a really good job. And thank you for trusting us with this information and trusting us with your feelings. Now you’re being offered to be in a couple of different aftercare programs where our services will be free of charge to both of you and I highly recommend taking full advantage of the opportunity. Here’s my card, are you comfortable with us coming again tomorrow? Or even later today?” Dr. Gentiana invited as she put her card on Ada’s table and slid it to her before handing Cor her business card again as well before her associates did the same.

Ada nodded yes and Cor found himself nodding along too.

Meanwhile back in Ravus’ office, Ravus and Libertus listened patiently as Luche poured his own heart out after Libertus had given Luche the full story and all the nitty gritty details from Ada’s point of view as Ravus was surprisingly very, very quiet about everything else and Luche had wanted to punch something and settled for punching Ravus throw pillows he kept on the couch in his office and screaming into them before all out breaking down crying while Ravus sat on one side while Libertus sat on the other, both of them putting their arms around Luche’s shoulders and consoling him.

“Why didn’t I fight harder for her? Why did I ever let her go? None of this would have happened if I hadn’t let her go.” Luche sobbed as the three of them emptied the tissue box Ravus kept on the coffee table in his office.

“And why was she ok starting a family with him and not with me?” Luche asked rhetorically and Ravus and Libertus could only shrug.

“God Crowe and her would have been pregnant at the same time! They would have had a double baby shower, Ada would have been such a good mom.” Luche sobbed.

“She would be, she still can be.” Ravus tried to comfort. “And maybe this will open her eyes and make her see that she isn’t better off with him, there’s still hope.” Ravus tried to console.

“You’re right.” Luche realized. “It felt so fucking good to hold her again. I can’t, I can’t give up now. I gotta get her back. I don’t know how, but I gotta, maybe if I can show her and prove to her that I’ve changed, that she’s better off with me, she’d be a hell of a lot safer with me, that the most dangerous thing around her would be kitchen knives. I can take care of her now. I can take care of her better than he can.” Luche professed and Ravus grinned mischievously when he got an idea.

“Well, what helped me win Selena was small, but powerful and thoughtful gifts and gestures. She’s British, British love tea, what’s her favorite kind of tea?” Ravus asked thoughtfully.

“Irish Breakfast.” Luche answered and Ravus’ grin grew.

“Yeah I doubt Miracles stocks that, come on, go into my bathroom, get cleaned up, we’re going tea shopping.” Ravus suggested before Luche did as he was told and went into his bathroom.

“Text Crowe, we’ll need the best friend scoop.” Ravus directed Libertus who agreed and texted Crowe only moments before she came into the room herself.

“Nice office Beavus, where’s Luche?” Crowe asked.

“In the bathroom getting cleaned up. I would like to ask the biggest of all favors.” Ravus began and walked towards Crowe bravely.

“And that is?” Crowe asked as she crossed her arms and popped her hip.

“Luche wants to get back with Ada and we would like to ask for your help. Seeing as how Ada would be much...safer with him. Do you think there’s a chance she might want him too?” Ravus asked carefully and his heart soared when Crowe’s grin grew mischievous.

“So let’s say I agree with you and I may be in the possession of the knowledge that Luche has a pretty big chance since I agree with you that she’s better off coming back to him and would be happier with him too, what would this ‘favor’ entail?” Crowe asked.

“Doing exactly what you just did by telling us that and perhaps answer some questions like what’s her favorite...anything and everything?” Ravus returned with an equally mischievous, scheming smile.

“Please Crowe?” Luche asked once he reappeared from the bathroom, still looking like he had cried his eyes out but was at least a little bit better put together.

“Hell fucking yeah I’m in,” Crowe agreed before going and hugging Luche.

“You did so good Luche, so so good, you were perfect with her, you didn’t barrage her with any questions or make her feel guilty or anything, you just provided comfort by just holding her and that’s all she wanted and needed from you.” Crowe revealed as Luche breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her back tightly.

“Now come on, I have a feeling we’re about to make a shopping trip.” Crowe invited with a gleam in her eye. “Beavus, you drive, you have the biggest and nicest car.” Crowe commanded and Ravus chuckled and grabbed his car keys.

Ada had given Crowe permission to tell only their closest friends that she was in the hospital as Selena, Luna and Nyx came, Baxter and flowers in tow since their alibi was that Sylva had called them in to take care of Baxter as did Pashmina, Yasmine and Stella and Ada was so, so happy Baxter was alive and relatively well. So Luche when he, Ravus, Libertus and Crowe returned with goodies and flowers galore were able to blend in with the rest of them. But Cor however kept a suspicious eye on them all, even though he did appreciate their condolences.

“I got you a few things.” Luche muttered as he handed her a tin of her absolute favorite tea. A beautiful turquoise tin from Fortnum and Mason, Irish Breakfast flavor complete with a special tea ball and spoon and a proper set of tea cups and a small teapot and matching set of tea cups and an English style scone and fairy cake, also in her favorite flavors. Luche tried not to smile too smugly when Ada gasped and fawned over them and Crowe happily dumped out the tea she had been sipping on and got fresh hot water from a little electronic tea kettle to make a fresh pot of tea for Ada so she could enjoy it immediately. And Cor tried and failed not to get enraged at the fact that Luche seemed already all to eager to try to get on the best terms possible with Ada. His baby died in less than 24 hours and already this asshole was showing off with going overboard with stuff. God he just wanted to deck him. But Cor had promised Ada he wouldn’t start anything with him. But he was all to eager for Luche to just go ahead and say something even mildly offensive and he would gladly beat his ass. The only comforting thought Cor could come up with is it would take less than two seconds to draw his gun and shoot him in the head and do so fast enough that Luche wouldn’t even have a chance to react. But no, Ada had been traumatized enough. He couldn’t do that to her, not right now….in front of her...probably….not. Plus there were too many witnesses and all her friends were on the edge of hating him and he felt like he could feel their resentment roll off of them in waves.

“And we got you an assortment just in case you wanted to try something different.” Ravus shrugged when he produced a big box that had a nice assortment of even more tins of tea in it.

“Aw, you guys are so sweet, thank you.” Ada graciously thanked them before getting another round of hugs from everyone as Baxter wagged his tail on her lap, Baxter being so happy to see her even though he was bandaged up too before Sylva and Regis appeared as well.

“My goodness, give her room to breathe guys,” Sylva lightly and gently teased when she knocked on the open door.

“Hi Mum,” Ada laughed.

“Oh bless your soul for calling me that Dearest, how are you feeling?” Sylva asked as she put the flowers on the window sill along with all the others and sat down on the bed with her as the other girls scooted away to give her room.

“So sorry to hear about your loss,” Regis offered Cor before he noticed how Cor was barely hanging onto his cool with the room so full of people.

“Why don’t we get some air.” Regis suggested to Cor and Ada nodded her encouragement and permission to Cor who was hesitant but then was all too happy to get up and out of there before he cracked or snapped or both.

“Guys, could you also please give us a moment?” Sylva requested to rest of them before they took the hint and got out of there.

“Oh my that’s a lot of tea,” Sylva noted, breaking the ice before they both blew out a breath.

“It’s overwhelming to have so many visitors isn’t it?” Sylva guessed and Ada huffed a laugh.

“Yeah,” Ada agreed.

“I remember when I had my miscarriages, they were particularly rough and I didn’t want to see anyone but Victor. To see anyone else felt like burning my shortest fuse to turn me into an angry vengeful fireball.” Sylva explained in a joking manner as she made a face and got Ada to laugh.

“But you’re doing really well Sweetie, but remember, it’s ok to tell them to take a hike and just give you some space and some time. You’re healing from a lot of wounds, the deepest ones are always unseen. Please don’t push yourself beyond your limits.” Sylva offered sagely as Ada nodded along.

“Now, I have done everything I can possibly do on my end to make sure your stay here is as pleasant and comfortable as it can be while also being mindful to Cor’s loss too. So besides just your copay from his insurance, you should not be getting any medical bills and if you do, tell me and I’ll take care of those too.” Sylva informed her.

“Oh you didn’t have to Mum,” Ada shook her head and Sylva softly shushed her.

“Oh hush, I wanted to, you’ll have to forgive the boys and Cor, Cor called me last night and I made sure that once you were brought here you’d be taken care of to the best of our ability, and when they all told me the very basic overview as to what happened, I’ve been working all morning to make sure you stay taken care of, plus as CEO, I have codes and protocols that get stuff done immediately. Luna jokingly calls them my ‘God Codes’. So since you’re family, I was only all too happy to use them especially for you. Now don’t feel rushed getting out of here either, it’s a big hospital with plenty of room. You stay as long as you need to ok?” Sylva offered.

“Boys? Does Noctis and Ignis know too?” Ada asked.

“No. Sorry, I meant Ravus and Luche, Luche came to me first thing this morning, only moments after he found out himself, practically came into my office on his hands and knees begging for my intervention, which by that point, I already had and obviously I would never make anyone do that because that’s just ridiculous. Luche didn’t have his own codes yet and Ravus’ codes will fall a bit short for a little while yet. But it got done.” Sylva explained and tried not to grin when Ada’s face softened and she relaxed at hearing that Luche had done that.

“Well, let me give you my number here at the office so you can call my office directly from your room. If you need or want anything, and I mean that, anything at all. Even if you just want to talk or whatever, please do not hesitate to call me.” Sylva invited as she wrote down her number on the dry erase board at the bottom, in large enough print that Ada could easily see it and dial it before getting her own business card out and writing every number she had for herself on it and on the back and handed it to Ada. “Do you want another hug?” Sylva asked when she saw how moved Ada was to all this and Ada nodded and Sylva sat back down and hugged her as tight as she dared and rubbed soothing circles into Ada’s back as Ada broke down and cried again before rocking her the way any mother would and spoke the softest sweetest words of comfort to her.

“How many miscarriages did you have?” Ada asked.

“Three, one before I had Ravus and two after I had Lunafreya before I had my tubes tied. I had the hardest time carrying both of them. Ravus was born at 32 weeks and that was only because I was on strict bed rest in this very hospital for most of the pregnancy, only a few rooms away from this room. Lunafreya only made it to 31 weeks on bed rest, because my body sucks and I had to have C-Sections for both of them because of all the complications. And Lunafreya, she was the surprise because I thought Victor had pulled out and apparently, he didn’t pull out in time. They lived in incubators for the first few months of their lives and were touch and go several times and it was absolute torture. Surprise miscarriages are sometimes worse because then you mourn all the what ifs and you start mourning all the joy and the possibilities you would normally would have felt had you known. But you should know that it’s ok to do all of that, mourn all of it. Don’t push yourself to get over it, your friends will start to move on quicker than you do and you’ll feel left behind and that they all stopped caring about you and please don’t start to believe those feelings, because those feelings that they stopped caring won’t be true. And some of them may say some really well intention-ed but horrible things and you’ll want to scream and rip your hair out and it’s perfectly ok to scream and throw temper tantrums because that’s part of the process. And if you find yourself drawing away from everyone, especially Crowe because she is expecting herself and it may get too painful to have just another reminder of what you almost had yourself and that’s ok. She’ll do her best to understand and she’ll get over it. And sooner than you realize you’re going to wake up and not want to immediately scream and cry and then you’ll have a whole day where you won’t cry. You’ll want to but you won’t and it’ll followed by more days that you do cry, anywhere from a single or a few tears to buckets of tears. And then you’ll have a day where you see a baby and go ‘at least someone else was able to carry them’ and not want to die inside. And then another day you’ll be happy to see a baby or a pregnant woman and not feel jealous or cheated. And maybe, if you want to have more kids someday, you will and then you’ll wake up one day and realize that you’re passed this. And- or- you can go to the end of the spectrum I’m at and try to adopt everyone, every kid you come into contact with. Not that you’re a kid anymore mind you. But anyone in that age group or younger. I know it hurts and please, understand that you’re not alone, and I don’t mean your friends and family. Also keep in mind Cor lost just as much as you did and believe me, he will beat himself up over this for years to come. And he’ll have good days and bad days himself.” Sylva guessed and Ada nodded in confirmation.

“He’ll take longer to process this and come to terms with it. Give him time and patience and the benefit of the doubt. Don’t lose each other in this grief. Try to pull each other through but you both have to put in work, if you find you’re the only one doing the work, you should reevaluate things ok?” Sylva advised gently even though she feared that Cor would lose himself in work and be more determined than ever to hunt Gilgamesh down and wouldn’t stop until he did and he would leave Ada alone in her grief by being preoccupied with his job. She deserved someone who would be present with her. Not distracted, not angry, not vengeful which is what hopefully Luche would be.

“Thanks Mum,” Ada whispered in thanks as she buried her face into Sylva’s chest.

“Have you called your parents yet?” Sylva asked thoughtfully.

“No, I don’t want to worry them, I don’t want them to ask how it happened and I don’t want to keep telling this story over and over again.” Ada pulled away and shook her head.

“Ok, that’s perfectly ok, you don’t have to tell anyone else what has happened either, except perhaps a therapist, which I highly recommend but you don’t have to. Don’t let me push that please.” Sylva requested.

“Actually three of them came earlier, Dr. Gentiana and I forget the other two.” Ada admitted.

“Dr. Gentiana is Lunafreya’s therapist as well as the rest of our family’s therapist, don’t tell anyone I told you that, that’s a HIPPA violation but whatever, anyway, she is absolutely wonderful. She has helped some people through some really... just awful... well to be perfectly frank, some fucked up shit.” Sylva stated plainly that got Ada to snicker a laugh and helped her stop crying. “But she specializes in helping people who have lived through some really traumatic experiences. Women especially. She usually doesn’t take on new patients, but as a favor to me I had her make an exception and if you like her, she’s the one I would recommend the most. In fact she had me stop recommending her because she got flooded with referrals from me.” Sylva explained.

“That’s where I’ve seen her card! In Luna’s wallet!” Ada realized as she had been racking her brain thinking she had seen Dr. Gentiana’s business card before.

“And feel free to ask Lunafreya about her too, I’m sure she’ll say the same things I am.” Sylva suggested.

“So who got you the tea?” Sylva asked as she noticed the tin on her table matched the ones in the box along with the tea set and the electronic teapot.

“Oh Luche got me all this one and a proper scone and a fairy cake, bless his soul, and then Beavus, Lib and Crowe got me the rest.” Ada explained as she pointed and gestured to everything.

“Is this your favorite tea?” Sylva asked as she reached for it and picked it up to look at it thoughtfully.

“Yeah,” Ada confirmed with a nod.

“Like this brand and this flavor?” Sylva asked curiously.

“Mmhm, I’m surprised Luche even remembered. I can’t get Cor to remember that, all he can recall is that I like tea period.” Ada muttered before she dug into her scone and practically moaned when all the flavors hit her taste buds just the way they were supposed to as she enjoyed the perfect texture.

“Well that was incredibly thoughtful of him to remember a detail like that.” Sylva praised. “Can I smell it?” Sylva asked and Ada nodded adamantly before Sylva popped the lid and took a deep breath in.

“OOOOoooooohhhh,” Sylva ‘oohed’ appreciatively. “That smells downright heavenly.” Sylva praised.

“Do you mind if I get a picture of it so I can make sure my house has it for when you come to visit Dearest?” Sylva asked thoughtfully.

“Go for it,” Ada invited and Sylva snapped a picture of it with her phone.

“You know, you’ll learn this when you go to therapy but Luche has either knowingly but I’m guessing unknowingly helped you quite a bit by providing this, this is called ‘Distress Tolerance’. Small joys like this, food, smells, tastes, anything sensory that you find enjoyable, help you endure and tolerate distress.” Sylva revealed as she put it back in place.

“Yeah?” Ada asked, her heart melting a little more.

“Yep,” Sylva confirmed. “Well that’s my Mum talk, thank you for suffering through it as well as you did Dear.” Sylva thanked Ada.

“I needed it, I didn’t realize how much I needed a Mum until you came in.” Ada admitted.

“Oh bless you Sweetheart. And I will happily be your Mum from now on ok? If you want me in Mum mode, good luck trying to get me out of it.” Sylva warned teasingly which got them both to laugh.

“Ok, do you want everyone back in here or just Cor or is there anyone else you really want to see? Do you want more rest?” Sylva asked thoughtfully and rubbed Ada’s arms before taking her hands within her own and holding them gently, rubbing the back of Ada’s hands with her thumbs comfortingly.

“Just Cor, I know he’s overwhelmed right now, he’s not used to all the people.” Ada answered. “I don’t want to be rude but..”

“Hey, don’t worry about that, throw the fear of being rude out the window. You and your recovery come first. I’ll happily go into Mum mode and tell them to take a hike. ‘They can bite my shiny metal ass’.” Sylva quoted Futurama and Ada erupted into laughter.

“Victory is mine!” Sylva said in her best Stewie impression and Ada laughed even harder.

“My kids hate it when I quote their shows, embarrasses the crap out of them, probably why I love to do it so much. The best part is quoting it wrong and watching them die a little on the inside, I won’t lie, gives me life.” Sylva giggled. “Ok Sweetheart, let me get out of your hair,” Sylva suggested before leaning forward and hugging Ada tightly again and kissed her cheek sweetly before she pet Baxter affectionately and got up and took her leave as she mentally made a note to make sure that the room would be equipped to handle Baxter staying with Ada.

“Guys, we should probably call it a day, she’s pretty exhausted in every respect.” Sylva gently but firmly told them before seeing Cor down the hall talking with Regis still.

“Say your goodbyes quickly and quietly. And then get the hell out.” Sylva sarcastically quipped which got them all to snicker a laugh.

“Except you two, I would like to have a word.” Sylva clarified seriously as she pointed her index and middle fingers to Ravus and Luche who were standing side by side before walking towards Cor to offer her own condolences while the rest of them just popped in and said their quick goodbyes.

“Regis and Luna said you used your ‘God Code’?” Cor asked with an amused but appreciative smile.

“Yes, I put them in before we left last night.” Sylva admitted.

“Thank you so much.” Cor graciously thanked her. “I didn’t even realize you could do that.” Cor admitted.

“I hope you don’t mind I slipped into “mum mode” with her since she could use a mother’s comfort for the time being. And I told her about my own multiple experiences with this kind of loss which I think helped quite a bit. Hearing from someone who has already gone through it and come out the other side.” Sylva offered.

“Oh I didn’t...thank you, I don’t know what to say or how to say it and you know me, I’m not..great with words.” Cor admitted lowly as he felt himself grow embarrassed with how fragmented he was being. He hadn’t slept well last night either.

“I’m just gonna hug you.” Sylva tried to warn him before standing up on her tip toes and hugged him tightly and smiled sadly when he hugged her back just as tight. Seeing as how she was kind of a big sister to him or perhaps an aunt.

“Sweetheart, you just lost your baby, a baby you didn’t know you had to loose. It’s hard. I know first hand how hard it is. It’s ok to mourn, you need to mourn, mourn the loss of the life, the loss of the joy you normally would have felt in finding out she was expecting and mourning how your lives are and could have been forever changed and mourning the ‘what if’s’ too. Don’t ever think you’re being weak by mourning and going through all the stages of grief at your pace, not anyone else’s. Just take care of yourself and take care of Ada. Don’t let the doctors or nurses rush you out of here, when you and Ada are ready to go home, you’ll know and she’ll tell you and I’ll make sure Baxter can stay here with her and don’t worry, I’ll get food and dishes and things delivered shortly. Hopefully. But don’t rush yourselves either. Be patient and be kind to each other, and be understanding, that’s all you should do. And please know that you’re not alone, I know that’s all you want to be is alone and her friends aren’t leaving her but her friends are her family right now Cor, and for better or worse you need to be her friend and her family. Make sure she doesn’t feel alone and don’t get quiet because you’re afraid of saying the wrong thing. Make your presence known and felt. Stay with her mentally, not just physically. Very few things are worse than being with someone knowing their head is a million miles away.” Sylva cautioned gently even though she knew Cor would completely ignore all of this but it was important that Regis witness her giving that advice as she rubbed soothing circles into his back too and Cor nodded his agreement and understanding at that.

“Will do,” Cor croaked as he fought to keep himself from crying before looking past her to see Ravus and Luche hanging out down the hall but further away from the room.

“Who’s left down there?” Sylva asked.

“Just Beavus and Knucklehead.” Cor chuckled.

“Well I asked them to stay behind because we have work to do, I’ll take them with me when I go.” Sylva explained as she let go of him and returned to standing on her own feet. “And don’t read too much into well intention-ed gifts, they’re meant as ‘Distress Tolerance’ which is a form of therapy that you’ll learn about hopefully when you go and get some because both of you could use it.” Sylva reminded him. “Just ask him or Lunafreya, Ravus won’t want to talk about it, he never does.” Sylva gestured to Regis. “Also, I put my direct phone line number in Ada’s room, both of you are free to use it, if you want or need anything, anything at all, it’ll ring my office directly and she has a card with every phone number I have, I suggest putting all numbers into your phones and don’t hesitate to call ok? We’re here for you. As much as you want us to be.” Sylva reminded him sweetly.

“Thank you,” Cor thanked her again.

“You’re welcome, take it easy the rest of the day and the rest of the week, tell anyone else who wants to come and visit, to either send a text or wait until you’re up to having more visitors and to ultimately, take a hike.” Sylva advised with a grin.

“Will do, now go take a hike.” Cor teased and Sylva barked a laugh.

“Ha! Ok, I’m going I’m going.” Sylva laughed. “I’ll see you at home soon Dearest.” Sylva bid to Regis before turning and walking away and nodding to Luche and Ravus to follow her before they obediently took that cue and followed behind her and turned and went to the elevators.

“You know, I used to think she was bossy, now I just understand, she’s just The Boss.” Cor muttered under his breath to Regis who was smiling so proudly at his wife’s back.

“Yeah, it’s a tough job and she’s tougher than the job so it works out.” Regis shrugged before giving his friend one last hug before he promised to keep in touch and offered to help every way he could and offered to go to Cor’s house to get him some clothes to change into so Cor could get a shower and Cor immediately gave Regis his house keys to do just that and Regis promised to be back as soon as he could.

Meanwhile in the elevator.

“Luche, does the term ‘Distress Tolerance’ mean anything to you yet? Did you look at those books I gave you?” Sylva asked while she kept her back to her boys but could see in the reflection how Ravus and Luche looked a little worriedly at each other.

“No...not really.” Luche honestly admitted.

“Huh, well Distress Tolerance is when you are going through something that you find distressing and you distract yourself from said distress via sensory engaging distractions, like eating or drinking for example, either you should provide this for yourself or someone could provide this for you.” Sylva listed off casually.

“Like say for instance, your favorite tea, a tea set and a proper English scone.” Sylva gave an example and finally gave Luche a grin over her shoulder before the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the floor where their offices were.

“Right about now though, you should get those dogs.” Sylva urged them before Ravus and Luche looked at each other and nodded in agreement before Ravus took Luche with him to the dog breeder in question.

“Can I help you?” The woman answered as she came to the door.

“Hi, my name is Ravus Nox Fleuret and this is…” Ravus began to introduce. “Oh you must be Luche Lazarus!” She realized with a bright smile as she opened the door fully.

“My name is Zara Kisska, I’ve been expecting you all week. Sylva said you’d be by this morning.” She said as she shook their hands then invited them into the house before she led them through to the back yard where a group of dogs were playing.

“Kona! Kahlua!” Zara called before two brendle cane corsos came bounding up happily as the other dogs stopped and looked up and stared curiously at them before they walked over to them too.

“Sit,” she commanded and they all sat down immediately before she had Luche and Ravus meet them as Luche just fell in love with Kona and Kahlua as did Ravus. “Now Kona is a male and Kahlua is a female and both of them have been spayed and neutered and all of them have all their shots…” Zara began to explain as she told Luche more about the dogs as the others smelled them curiously too.

“You wouldn’t by any chance have a…” Ravus began before Zara smiled smugly.

“This is Sasha.” Zara introduced as the silver gray cane corso licked his hands. “Your Mom said you might want one too and requested I keep Sasha back for you.” Zara grinned as Ravus fell in love with Sasha as Sasha fell in love with him too.

“Obviously they’re all great with other dogs, great with other animals, I have three cats and a few parakeets and they’re all great with them. You’ll want to feed them a really, really good dog food…” She continued as she showed them what she fed the dogs and made suggestions about toys and treats and how much time to spend with them and to obviously socialize them with their friends and their pets and what their personalities were like and what she had been training them with and what commands she used and what tone of voice she used when she did it and demonstrated those commands for them before she asked for 5k per dog since they were all show quality dogs and had pedigrees and papers and extra obedience training which Ravus and Luche gladly paid and got their papers and their vet records before Luche and Ravus got their leashes and walked away with their new dogs and had them get in the back of Ravus’ car before he drove them to the pet store to get everything they would need for the dogs before driving Luche back to the hospital so he could get his car and take his own new dogs and all their stuff home. He spent the rest of the night getting them settled in his house and made sure they knew where to go potty at and where their food was at and that they felt right at home as Ravus did the same to Sasha as Selena fell in love with Sasha too from their apartment right next door.

#Magic and Miracles and Beyond #Magic and Miracles and Beyond Chapter 10

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Hello, thank u for creating this wonderful blog and posting some amazing work!! If ur still taking requests, could u pleeeeaaase do a continue for the Rohan fic u did, if it's not too much to ask for? :)

Rohan x Reader continuation: “Perfect.”

You fidgeted restlessly with your skirts as you stared at the door. It had been several minutes since he had called out “Just a second!” From his studio window. In all likelihood, he had forgotten that he even asked you out to dinner that night, maybe he had been right in the middle of the next chapter when you showed up on his doorstep. And now he was probably scrambling to get ready. However, as soon as the door swung open, your thoughts completely turned on their head.

He was so handsome, so stunning, as stepped out in front of you. He wore a dark blue tailcoat, lined with a glittering gold. His bow tie and headband were gold as well, and, as ridiculous as the outfit looked altogether, god he looked good. He skirted to the side to usher you in, and you noticed his slightly flustered expression (not that your own face wasn't red at the sheer sight of him).

“G-good evening Rohan.” You tiptoed inside, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek before he shut the door behind you. He gasped as he turned to face you, his fingers absentmindedly pressed against the spot your lips had brushed against. His mouth hung open for just a second before he hastened to smooth down his suit and clear his throat.

“No need for such formalities.” He tugged at his sleeve nervously, inspecting his golden pen nib cufflinks. You felt extremely underdressed for the occasion, but little did you know the surprises he had in store for you that evening. “If you don't mind, umm,” His cheeks flushed an even darker red, if possible. It wasn't like him to get this worked up over something so trivial, but then again, it wasn't trivial to him. And it wasn't trivial to you either. But something was just so adorable about his unusual nervousness. “I have a gift that you might like to wear tonight,”

Your heart leapt in your chest. This was what you loved about him: he was so devoted, so passionate. As soon as he set his mind to something he would complete it without fail to the best of his abilities. And his abilities were remarkable.

You nodded shyly, not really knowing what else to say.

His face suddenly lit up at your affirmation, and he led you through the house, up to his bedroom. Of course, you had been in that bedroom several times before, but your pulse still raced at the implications of him inviting your into his room… it was so intimate a gesture. But of course he paid no mind to things like that as he opened the closet.

You gasped as he pulled out a long garment bag. His nimble fingers pulled down the zipper to reveal the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life:

The gown glittered in the warm rays of sun piercing through the window. Its skirts sparkled in golds and silvers, and the bust was adorned with several small white crystals. You noticed it matched Rohan’s suit almost perfectly. You held your hand to your mouth in shock; you felt like you might actually cry.

“It’s so beautiful,” he held it out to you with a smug grin.

“Of course it is, I designed it.” Thoughts raced through your mind: did he design it… just for you? He couldn't have. But then, would it even fit– when did he even have to time to design and commission and… How long had this been sitting in his closet with a perfect suit to match it?

But all you could utter was a small:

“Rohan…”

He seemed to be taking quite some pride in your amazement as he thrust it into your hands.

“Put it on!”

You had somehow zipped up the back on your own, and you carefully adorned the earrings he had provided for you. The necklace, however, would be hard to fasten.

He gasped as you opened the door to reveal yourself. His gaze ran up and down your body as his fingers twitched.

“It looks,” he fumbled through his pocket desperately, drawing out a pen and a small sketch pad. “It's remarkable,” his fingers trembled as his ink flew furiously over the paper.

“I, umm, thank you,” you could barely believe that you managed to pull off the dress, but the idea that such a great mangaka thought you looked beautiful… It must be flattery. However, lying to you wouldn't benefit him any way. Did he really find you “remarkable”?

Suddenly, you remembered.

“Rohan,” you inched towards him shyly, holding the small velvet box in your hand. “I just need a bit of help with this,” his face grew pink as he hurriedly put away the sketch pad.

“Of course, of course,”

You shuddered as his gloved hand turned your back to him. He lifted your hair from the back of your neck, and you felt like you would almost dissolve into a puddle right then and there. The chilly golden chain pressed to your neck as the crystals draped over your chest. Slowly, you turned to face him. He was so close, his breath tickling your nose as his fingers slowly tilted your chin upwards. His thumb delicately brushed over your lower lip the air caught on your lips throat.

Gently, he leaned in for a soft kiss. Your palms hit his firm chest as you leaned into his touch. He seemed so hesitant as his lips barely brushed against yours, almost like a careful stroke of his ink on paper.

And within an instant, his warmth was gone, Your eyes fluttered open, to see his equally amazed expression. He slowly gulped as you two gazed into each other’s eyes for just a moment. But his face grew heated, and he looked away as he began to stutter.

“I made reservations for 7:00, we should probably leave soon,” he grabbed your hand as he led you down the stairs.

You giggled as he profusely apologised for not hiring a limousine to drive you to the restaurant, but assured him that his sleek convertible Ferrari was quite alright.

“It’s perfect Rohan, you’ve done enough already.” You chuckled as you shook your head. “You’ve done too much.” His grip seemed to tighten on the steering wheel, and you realised what you said may have sounded wrong. His voice seemed defensive and almost fearful as he responded.

“I… I just... I want to give you the best. I want you to know how much–”

“No, Rohan, that’s not what I meant.” dammit, it was so hard to talk to him about this. “I’m so thankful Rohan. For everything you’ve done for me.”

Things loosened up when you arrived at the restaurant. He looked so refined as he graciously pulled the chair out for you, and you carelessly joked:

“Did someone finally teach you some manners?” His face twitched a bit as he sat down before you. He nervously drew his finger along the tablecloth, as if he were sketching something with his bare fingertip. You sensed his uneasiness at your question.

“I had to research,” His confession was quiet as he looked away embarrassedly, “I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you,” Your chest tightened at those words. He was so adorable, so naïve in a way. He knew he loved you, but he didn’t know how to express that love. The lavish gifts, the jewels and gowns and roses he had given you on the way. Slowly, you reached your hand over the table, and he looked up at you as you clasped his fidgeting fingers.

“It’s okay,” His eyes widened at your words as you stroked his knuckles soothingly. “Rohan, you’ve done so much for me already: the outfit, the dinner, you…” You smiled as that fluttery feeling ran through your heart once again. “But, it doesn’t have to be perfect.” You chuckled. “Rohan, just be yourself, just do what you normally do. Then it will be perfect.”

He seemed uncertain at first, almost confused by your words. But with a quick glance at your fingers, and a deep breath, he seemed to regain his confident nature.

The evening proceeded almost as all your meetings with him went: you talked of art and manga and the most recent Pink Dark Boy. He told you of all his ideas, and you told him of your own interpretations. The only difference was the elegant attire, the romantic lighting, the decadent meal. And altogether, it was the best night you ever had.

He grinned triumphantly as you gushed over the delicious dessert before you.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life!”

“Of course. Nothing less than the best my muse,” Your face heated at the statement, as did his. He was seemingly caught off guard by the fact he had said anything at all. You giggled.

“Am I really your “muse”?” you teasingly nudged his knee underneath the table, and he nervously wiped his mouth with the napkin and swallowed before continuing.

“No. I mean, sometimes. Just…” He rubbed the back of his neck as he stared up at the ceiling. “A little.” Knowing Rohan, this probably was as much of a confession you would get out of him for a while. You took a shaky breath as you looked down at the floor.

“I love you too, Rohan.” He looked up at you, and your eyes locked yet again. There was something so comforting about that silence between you, just looking at him. Knowing all you had been through together, knowing that he listened to you and you listened to him.

The drive back was almost completely quiet. All you could hear was the faint chirp of crickets and the cool night breeze blowing your hair from your face. And all you could feel was his hand on yours. He refused to let go, even when you told him he should probably focus on driving. But he liked feeling the warmth of your fingers in his.

You assured him it would be fine if he just dropped you off at his house. You could change back into your everyday clothes, walk back to your apartment. But he insisted you keep the gown, that you would collect your clothes next time you came to watch him draw. He stubbornly pulled up to your apartment, and you giggled realising how perfect everything seemed; he must have researched proper dating protocol quite a bit.

“(Y/n),” he lifted his other hand from the steering wheel as he turned to face you in the seat. His eyes didn’t meet yours as he inspected your fingers in his. You didn’t want the night to be over, you didn’t want to leave him, you didn’t want him to simply kiss you goodnight and send you inside. “I really enjoyed tonight,” His grip around your hands tightened as he looked up into your eyes. “And I’m not just saying that because I’m supposed to,” You giggled slightly, but remained fully engaged in his words, in his beautiful emerald eyes. “I didn’t expect to have have such… To actually enjoy myself. It was all supposed to be for you.” Your palm raised slowly to his cheek. You couldn’t help but admire every detail of his expression: the frustration and vulnerability, the confusion, the wonder, the amazement. There were so many beautiful things wrapped inside that one man…

“Kiss me,” You didn't expect the words to slip from your tongue, and neither did he. But within an instant, his lips collided with yours. His arms slid around your waist as he pressed you backwards, and you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself. He wasn’t gentle like before. He was ravenous, thirsty for your touch as he sucked desperately at your lips. His torso pressed you down to the seat, and you squeaked as his chest squeezed up against your breasts. He moaned as your fingers began to slide through his hair, and his own fingers grasped desperately at the dress he designed.

His tongue slowly slid its way into your mouth as you shivered in response to the passionate rhythm. You tilted your head, parting your lips as you pulled him closer. Somehow, he had forced you down until you lay horizontal in the leather seat as he loomed over you, nibbling your lips as if he would never get the chance again. Your hands slid along his arms, feeling those strong muscles even through the thick satin of his suit.

Suddenly, he pulled away, gasping for breath as your lips broke free from each other. His face was filled with surprise, which he quickly masked with an expression of… whatever it was, you were still able to tell how he felt.

“Rohan,” You whispered as you dragged your fingers through his surprisingly soft locks. You bit your lip. You knew what you wanted: what you should say and do to get what you want. But you still felt scared. Your thumb stroked along his lower lip as you admired his face. “I don’t want to go back to my apartment.” You pulled his head close to whisper into his ear. “Not without you.”

You were both a bit scared, a bit inexperienced (though he would never admit it of course) as you slowly shut the door of your bedroom. You gasped, feeling his arms wrap around you from behind. His lips softly pressed to your flesh as you craned your neck back, melting into his embrace. He sucked at your sensitive skin as you smiled and shuddered. It might leave a mark in the morning, but right now, he was the one that filled your thoughts.

You turned, your fingers hesitantly pulling at his bowtie. His breaths became shaky as he tugged it off, tossing it to the floor. You were a bit alarmed at his careless treatment of the expensive suit as he proceeded throw off his jacket at a frightening rate.

“Rohan,” He abruptly cupped your face in his hands as he stared deep into your eyes.

“(Y/n), are you sure?” You blinked at him blankly, wanting to say yes, but so mesmerised by his features. “Because as soon as I start,” He sighed as he looked down at the floor. He wrapped his arms around your waist as your noses slowly touched. “Dammit,” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting so long. I don’t know why. Why I think about you so often, why all I want to do is be at your side.” He shuddered “Why I have these thoughts about you. I won’t hold back, (y/n).”

Your heart was pounding against his as your stomach twisted in knots.

“You’d better not,”

His lips quickly pressed against yours in a firm passionate kiss before he began to trail his kisses down your neck. Both your hands and his tugged desperately at his dress shirt, as he nipped your collarbone viciously. A small squeal escaped your lips as you were shoved to the wall, and he sucked hard at that one sensitive spot as you melted into the support. You giggled as he playfully licked your collarbone, before pulling back to remove his undershirt. It was then that you asked him sheepishly.

“Rohan, could you help me with the…” You gestured to your earrings, your necklace, the back of your dress. But you were struck silent as he nodded in compliance.

Though you quite often saw those abs through his slightly ridiculous but altogether alluring crop tops, seeing him before you right now, knowing that he was doing this all for you. He smiled smugly as your eyes focused on his bare torso.

Slowly, he removed your earrings, placing each on on the dresser beside you. You gasped as his lips grazed the spot just below your ear. His hands slid down your shoulders as his kisses trailed to the back of your neck. He undid the clasp of your necklace before setting it to the side. And then, the zipper. His dexterous fingers slowly drew the zipper down your back, and you gasped, feeling the fabric loosening around your chest. You gasped, as the dress finally slid to the floor, the chill of the air brushing against your exposed breasts as you instinctively wrapped your arms to hide your body. You heard a shudder from behind you, a metallic zip, fabric dropping to the floor, and curled inwards almost at the new vulnerability of your situation.

You shrieked in surprise. He had suddenly picked you up into his arms and thrown you into the bed. You lay exposed, your hands gripping the sheets at your sides as he stared down hungrily at your bare breast. He was wearing nothing but his briefs and his headband as he slowly crawled on top of you. You had to fight to tear your eyes away from the growing bulge in between his legs. It was larger even than you had imagined it in your fantasies.

His lips met yours again, but only briefly as he pecked you again and again, mumbling breathlessly through the kisses “I...love...you...dammit,” His teasingly trailed his tongue down your neck, along your collarbone as your fingers slid down his sinewy back. He licked around your bust as you shuddered, feeling your core heat with his every touch. You gasped as nipped your nipple hand groped your other breast, pressing his thumb into the most sensitive part.

“Rohan,” You squeaked as you ran your fingers through his hair. He smirked as he continued kissing the tip of your teat, his pelvis grinding against you as you moaned. He squeezed your breast harder as his other hand crept down your stomach, almost tickling you. You sighed as his fingers ghosted across your clit. It was so slight, so gentle through the fabric separating you, but you couldn’t help but groan. “More, Rohan.”

He chuckled maliciously as his kisses trailed down your stomach, both hands clutching desperately at your chest as his lips neared their goal. You could do nothing but tangle your fingers in his hair as he smiled at the elastic of your panties.

He spread your legs, admiring the already wet fabric between your legs, smug as always. Slowly, he kissed the inside of your thigh, growing more aroused than ever at the sounds escaping your lips. As his fingers teased your clit, his lips slipped ever so closer to your entrance, sucking harshly at the flesh as you mewled underneath him. He tickled the lips of your swollen sex through the drenched cloth and you moaned out his name yet again. He couldn’t take it any longer, you were just so beautiful laying there.

His fingers fumbled with the elastic on your panties as he tore them down your hips. He gently spread your thighs as his kisses met your core. You writhed as his tongue slowly lapped at your entrance, as he devoured the soft flesh. His fingers slid up and down your sides as he gingerly sucked your clit, and all sorts of inappropriate sounds escaped your lips. Your body seemed to tingle in anticipation as he ravished your outside, desirous for him to ravish your insides as well.

“Rohan,” You muttered through your shaky breaths. “I’m ready,” He slowly pulled away, both of you admiring each other's beautiful bodies as he stepped from the bed to remove his briefs. You bit your lip at the sight, trying not to be too loud, as you had already been so vocal already. But he saw your struggle and a grin painted his face.

“I love it when you say my name,” He crawled over you, and you tried to keep your composure.

“Of course you do you damn narcissist,” You both chuckled as his hard length loomed over your entrance. But he continued, teasing you with the delay of release.

“I love it when you sigh, when you moan, when you cry out,” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his face neared yours. “You’re so beautiful, so real.” Too much. Too much teasing, too much playing. You wanted him.

“Don’t hold back.”

His eyes grew eager as he nodded.

Slowly, he thrust into your core. You gasped, your back arching as you gripped at the sheets, feeling your walls expand at his girth slid into you entirely. Your breaths grew rapid along with your pounding heart as he gave a slight groan of surprise. Your fingers removed themselves from the sheets, instead grasping desperately at his shoulders. Your eyes fluttered open to see his hesitant smile as he gazed down at your figure beneath him.

He began the gentle rhythm, rocking in and out of your entrance as you sighed. His length filled you completely as he bucked into your hips. The sounds of his moans were music to your ears as the pace quickened. You tensed, his erection pounding in deeper and deeper as his palms cupped your breasts. He gradually began to thrust harder, and you gasped as he pinched your nipples playfully.

“You’re still… so… beautiful.” He whispered with each movement as he leaned down, his lips inches from your ear. You gasped as he tweaked your nipples again. Kissing your neck as the sensations continued to build. “(Y/n)... I love… You”

“Rohan!” His name tumbled from your lips as you felt your entire body begin to tighten. Your muscles contracted, your walls clenched around his throbbing length as your back arched in sheer ecstasy. You felt the blood pumping through your veins, the fire raging throughout your body as cried out in sweet bliss.

His lips came to yours once again in a deep, passionate, if sloppy, kiss. Everything released all at once as you felt a warmth fill your core. He panted, sighed slid out of you before falling on the mattress at your side.

Your breaths began to slow as you turned your head to face him. You just couldn’t pull your eyes from that wonderful man: the talented artist, the smug narcissist, the adorable and naïve idiot. His finger traced the outline of his face as he stared back at you. Slowly, he brought his lips to yours. You wanted to kiss him again and again and again, but he pulled away to admire you.

It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was different than drawing, different than writing. But it was just as amazing. You were just as amazing. He had no idea how this was possible, how just one person could transform him into a bumbling idiot. How he could transform that one person into a groaning and moaning mess. But he loved it. He loved all of it. He loved you, and that was all that mattered. As long as he was with you, everything would be perfect.

*thank u for this amazing ask!!! Ugh I’m kind of insanely in love with this idiot manga man (^_^) uuuuuugh I was so excited to write for him again!!!!

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