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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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Assuming they all have the capability of reproducing how many children do you think each romantic companions from all of the games would want

How Many Kids the FO3, FO4, and FONV Companions (+ Extras) Would Want

Ohhh, I've been working on more for the FO4 Pregnancy Reveal prompt lately, so I thought this would be good timing 😁 Also sorry I've been so quiet, I'm doing stuff in the background, but my ADHD has been worse than usual and I cannot seem to focus on any one prompt in particular, so there's about a dozen that are partway done atm 😅

Anyway, I love this! <3 Every single one of these guys deserves a second chance and some much needed happiness in their lives.

Feel free to let me know if there's anyone else you'd like me to add!!

FO4

Cait:

Given her past, the thought of having any children at all absolutely terrifies her. How could she ever be a good mother after what she went through with her own parents? How could she know she won't end up screwin' the kid over the same way they did?

No, if initially asked, she'll say no damn way.

However, if it ever did end up happening, Cait wouldn't want just one. She was so alone as a child herself, her parents estranging her before selling her off like packaged goods, and she'd never want her own kids to go through anything like that. So, if it had to happen, it's two, or nothing at all.

Curie:

The synth's been on her own for the span of a couple human lifetimes, so here's to say, she wants to stay as far from that feeling of loneliness as she possibly can. Once she's settled down a bit, done enough research, and determined that it's safe and possible to do so with her partner, she really would like to have a large family. At first it starts with 2 or 3 little ones, but after the last one (every time) she soon decides she wouldn't mind having another. Perhaps once you reach 4 or 5 she'll decide that's enough, but you won't know until you get there.

Danse:

His answer changes pretty drastically from Pre BB to Post BB, but either way, the weight of the decision to bring new life/lives into the world is not lost on him, and he wants to be sure to do it right. Danse never had a family of his own, not one he can remember, and not even one from before his memories were changed, so this? Being able to even marginally settle down with his partner and have just a meager slice of that domestic bliss that he has craved since literally before he could remember? He would revel in the opportunity, and take all of it so seriously.

Pre-BB: He still does admit that he wants kids, that he's always wanted to have a family of his own, but he feels guilty as hell about it. Not only would it mean turning away from his BOS responsibilities in favor of helping raise them, but then they too would be inducted into the faction. Not that he doesn't want that, he's sure he'd never be more proud than that day that his little ones become squires, but it just frightens him. Danse doesn't do well with loss. So... He might just be able to stomach 2 kids going into the faction he loves. It's enough that they won't be alone and he'll have a proper family, but still meager enough for him to keep a close eye out for their safety.

Post BB: As mentioned, Danse has always loved the idea of a big family, or any family, really, but... Now he doesn't think he deserves it. And what would it even be like? Would the child be human? Is he even fertile enough to help his partner conceive? Could something go wrong with the pregnancy? The worries fill his head until he decides that it would be in everyone's best interests if he never attempted to procreate. If it managed to happen though, and the baby came out healthy, he would almost instantaneously decide that he would like more. Maybe one or two to be exact. Yes, three is a good number. Just so long as he can give them all the attention they each deserve, so that none of them ever have to feel alone, the way he did for so long.

Deacon:

There was a time when it was undoubtedly and unquestionably something he wanted. Like, bad. But now, at his age? With his way of life? Deacon is much less sure about the whole 'happy family' endeavor. Before though... Well, two was the ideal number. Just a nice little nuclear family to go with his bombshell wife and his explosive personality... Yeah, that's what he always said. Maybe, deep down, that's still something he wants...

Gage:

It's a bit surprising, really. Even to himself, but his answer is 1 or 2, maybe even 3 or 4. He's not picky, and he knows it seems odd that an old raider like him even wants a kid at all, much less multiple little bastards, but... Gage doesn't fucking know. His life hasn't seemed to be all that meaningful so far, and he's getting to his later years. The thought of leaving something behind, someone behind to remember him, to carry on this way of life, or even to move on from it, to be something more when he just never could be... It's a kinda comforting thought.

Hancock:

It's not really for him, is it? The whole family life. He'd had that, sure. As a kid he'd had a good setup like that, but it didn't really turn out all that well... and now? What kind of father would he make? A chem addict? A delinquent? A ghoul? Nah.

Unless, something managed to... happen. Then Hancock wouldn't run from that shit. He couldn't. Not anymore.

If it was just one kid, he'd be more like a friend than a dad. A cool dad for sure, but if there were one or two more than that, he'd get the hang of the balance between friend and guardian, so maybe... Maybe 3 would be good. A few changes might have to happen on his end, if that were the case, but he knows the little guys would definitely keep things interesting.

MacCready:

Alright, well, let's think about this mathematically, shall we? He's already got Duncan, which really was enough for him when he was on his own, and now you have Shaun. So... yeah, maybe just one more would be nice, just to tie everything together.

Well... Okay, Mac's a bit of a sucker for little ones, so he'd say only one more after Shaun and Duncan, but when that one starts to grow, he'd definitely ask you for a fourth. That's probably where he'd draw the line though. When the two of you are outnumbered two to one. That's probably enough 😅

Mason:

Oh yeah. He'll have some kids, that's for damn sure. You think he's gonna let a good bloodline like his just fade away into nothin'? No way in hell.

Mason's partner will be lucky to get away after 5 kiddos are born, but he's good to keep going until you threaten his fertility. A bunch of little Masons running around the park, causing trouble and headaches, growing up and becoming badass pack members? That's the fucking dream.

Maxson:

He always assumed he would want a large family, somewhere around 4-6 kids should be more than sufficient to help him carry on the Maxson line, even among the dangers of the Wasteland. Not to mention the fact that the siblings would have one another to share the burden of expectation awarded to those with the surname Maxson. They wouldn't be alone in this. Not like he was. He would be sure of that, at least.

And yet, after the first child is born, Arthur finds himself looking at things much less strategically. He may bring the number a bit lower, if only to ensure he can give his attention to each of his kids. They're not just fodder to carry on a name and secure his bloodline, they're kids. His kids. So he'd try to think less clinically about it all and settle for a more doable number, like 3 or maybe 4. If he feels like he can pay proper attention to more of them, then his thoughts might yet change again, but he will not have his kids being raised the same way he was. No proper parental figures, no guidance beyond thoughts of leadership and strategy... that's not what he wants for them.

Nick:

Nick adores kids, and though he never really saw that in the cards for him, if he did have the opportunity to have children of his own, he would 100% take full advantage of it. 3 would be a perfect number for him, and Nick would dedicate as much to them as he could without completely forgoing the detective business.

He'd be scared out of his mind about outliving them, but he tries to take an optimistic perspective and think of the unique opportunity he would have to know his grandkids and his grandkids' grandkids, and so on.

Piper:

She's pretty set right now with just Nat in her life, but down the road Piper could see herself with a couple of kids of her own. She wouldn't want an only child since she knows how close her and Nat always were, but any more than 2 and they might take away a bit too much from her sister and her career. Her answer might change once the kids are in her life, but initially she thinks 2 is ideal.

Preston:

Oh, he makes it pretty clear early on in the relationship, he wants a small army of children. Like... enough to single-handedly inhabit a settlement. No, but he knows how careful and mindful folks with kids have to be in the dangerous wasteland, and he would work his absolute hardest to be the best, most attentive dad possible to, say, around 6 kids.

It's a lot, he understands, and he won't force anything on you, but it's something he's wanted since he was young, and something he holds onto to keep him going on his worst days. One day, he sincerely hopes to have a big family like he's always dreamed.

Sturges:

Aw, yeah, kids are real nice. Sturges has always had a bit of a soft spot for 'em, especially the troubled teens. He finds that putting a tool in their hand and asking help fixing up some stuff around the settlements helps 'em calm down a bit, to see the good in their own work and see that they can fix almost anything with the right tools and support. So honestly, he would be very interested in the thought of adoption of an older kid if you're game for it.

To have his own kid(s) though? Raise them from scratch? He could do that too. All of it just sounds so nice and domestic for a world that's normally so harsh and unforgiving. Sign him up for 1 or 2 of his own and maybe some more that are adopted and a little older and he'll be happy.

X6-88:

No.

No kids. Babies frighten him, teenagers are awful, at all ages they take time, resources, attention, enrichment. Just no...

Okay but he supposes young Shaun isn't so bad. Maybe you can talk him into one. If you threaten to do it with someone else, that'll push him to commit, and he actually does find himself taking to it once the baby arrives, but he's a little pessimistic about the whole thing for awhile, and he'll never want more than one.

FO3

Butch:

Maybe it's the vault-dweller in him, or maybe he's just a big softie at heart, but Butch really likes the idea of having a family with the one he loves. He may act all cool as a young man, but Butch is a hoe for domesticity (he cuts hair for a living), so 3 or 4 sounds wonderful to him. In a few years down the road, of course. He does want to have a bit of fun before really settling down.

Charon:

The ghoul doesn't really see himself as someone whose cut out for kids. He's not... a family type. So, Charon would rather not complicate things by trying to have any. If it happened, he'd try to cope, but he feels like he'd never be prepared for something like that. After everything he's been through? He's just not soft enough to raise a child. He thinks it wouldn't be fair.

Clover:

At first, she never thought of herself as being a mother. The life she's lived, the people she's known... Most of them should never come anywhere near a child. She didn't think of herself as the exception, but once you and her settle down a bit, she finds herself developing a taste for the domestic, and decides 1 or 2 would actually be really nice.

Cross:

She just simply feels like it's not for her. Cross has been married to the Brotherhood most of her life. Her charges, the squires, the new recruits, they have all been close enough to children and family for her to be satisfied. Not to mention Lone themself, and the way she knew them as a baby, even if it was only brief. No, Cross has had her fill of looking after people all her life, of being completely dedicated to a cause, and she'd like to enjoy her retirement and continue her softer work, not as a soldier, but as a mentor of sorts. That's close enough to parenting for her.

Fawkes:

He's much too nervous to attempt anything of the sort, as he simply couldn't cope with something going wrong due to his negligence. However, Fawkes does indeed dream of a decent sized family. If circumstances were different, he could see himself happily living along his beloved with 4 or 5 kids. It would be a handful, he knows, but he's got love and affection to spare, and each one would get plenty.

Gob:

Oh, Gob has such a soft spot for kids. He'd have to work hard at it, and he'd be nervous as hell, but having two or three lovely kiddos with the one he loves would just be... He couldn't imagine the bliss he would feel.

Jericho:

None, nope, nuh uh. Jericho is way too selfish for that kind of thing. He's too foul-mouthed, too dangerous, too old. No way is he throwing some kid into that mix. He's cruel, but not that cruel.

If it managed to happen somehow, he'd actually be more psyched about it than he thought, but it would be tough for him to change, and he'd mostly rely on his partner to do the brunt of the raising.

FONV

Arcade:

Okay, kids are messy, they're time consuming, they're a liability, they're fragile, they suck all of your resources you've built up for your own survival, and he doesn't want any-- ... Unless you do. If you want one, or maybe two-- two tops-- then he'll consider it, and he'd end up loving it.

Y'know those family members that adamantly say 'no' to a family pet and then once it's there they bond with it the most of anyone? Yeah, it would be quite a bit like that. Kids just do tend to like him too. He's not sure why, but it's always been that way. So maybe it would actually be really nice...

Boone:

He's always wanted kids, always seen it as a stepping stone in his life, one of those vital things he has to do. Especially since Carla, and with her, they both happily agreed on maybe 2 or 3 kids, but after everything... Even the thought of pregnancy terrifies the man.

If the two of you make it through the first kid alright, then he does manage to be less protective and nervous, but he cares so much about the safety of his babies. He doesn't deserve them, doesn't deserve this kind of happiness after all he's done, and he knows that, but maybe he's paid off his debt. He sincerely hopes so, so he can finally settle down and be happy. Like he almost was the first time.

Cass:

Maybe in time she'll change her mind, but for now, it's not something she sees in her future. Cass is too independent, too nomadic, she wouldn't make a great mother, with her gruffness, her drinking, her feisty nature. At least now, it's not in the cards, but in the future? Who knows? She always gets dealt wild decks. She'll just have to wait and see what happens.

Raul:

He comes from a decently big family from before the war, and Raul can't help but want that for himself too. So, 3 or 4 sounds good, but he honestly wouldn’t be opposed to more, even.

The ghoul definitely has a hard time with the thought of outliving them at first, but as they grow and start to have families of their own, he finds he likes playing funny, grumpy grandpa to all his little descendants.

Veronica:

Ohhhh, she likes babies, but she likes her independence as well, and despite everything that's happened with the faction, she is dedicated to the Brotherhood still. Give her a few more years, then she’d be down for 2 or 3. Once she's out of the Brotherhood and they can't stake a claim on her children, she would love to settle just a little bit and have a family with the one she loves.

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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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Don't know if this has been done, but C!Dream with friend Reader whom he accidentally killed a long time ago when they were little (like the myth of Athena and Pallas where Athena and Pallas were playing together and Athena accidentally killed their friend) and now reader's ghost haunted him, constantly saying "it's okay, I forgive you." Until c! Dream starts becoming powerhungry and one day he notices the ghost disappeared, never returning.

VERY SPECIFIC BUT I THOUGHT OF IT JUST NOW

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As the world caves in

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Reader: GN - They/Them

You lost your last life pretry early in the lufe span of the server

Everything was new and exciting for you and your friends, and discovering the fact that you could die and be revived was oh so fun

So you started being pretty careless while exploring the untouched lands

You were immortal, right? So why not try it

The last blow was actually an accident

Dream and you had been playing around near some very deep ravines

One thing led to another and the masked, at the time, boy pushed you to your death

You never blamed Dream for your death

It was an accident and you two were too young to even understand the consequences of your actions

Also, none of you knew about the three lives rule; once lost all three, there was no turning back

Now imagine Dream's confusion, and terror, when you never came back

He waited days, weeks, months, but no sign

Nightmares fulled his nights and sorrow his days, everywhere he went he was reminded of you and what he had done

Dream blamed himself. For being careless and taking your last life

So he took it upon himself to study up on the server

The creation of it, the creatures that populated it, the supplies it provided, everything

He wanted to be prepared for anything that could cause the death of the people closest to him

In the midst of this researching, a familiar figure would appear near him from time to time

Whispering things like "it wasn't your fault" and " I forgive you"

It never said any more than that

Dream knew who they were, he just didn't want to admit to them being real, so he just went on with his day

Letting the words of his dead friend comfort him in this new journey of his

You kind of became the reason why, the now, Dream SMP was so full of rules

He wanted a place where he could hang out with his friends and have fun, keeping in mind the possible dangers of the world

With the rules he instated, nothing could've gone wrong

You were proud of what he had created and what an amazing person he had become

L'mamburg, the first war, Manburg and Pogtopia, the destruction of said nation...

Then Tommy came and all went downhill from there

Dream became more desperate and worried

For the lives of his friends, for the consequences of their actions, for the SMP

He searched more ways to keep the people who broke his rules at bay

By gaslight, stealing and putting them against eachother

He did everything for the SMP.

And as he looked at the face of his arch nemesis, Tommy, he finally realized something

Dream stopped hearing the voiceof his long lost friend, you, a while ago

The one who was always by his side, reassuring him that what he was doing was for the better, reminding him to take care of himself and his friends

Forever.

And it only occured to him right now...while the sirens grew louder and the world he created caved in

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #dreamblurb #beeblurbs

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manuedws · 2 years

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Too late to apologize

I usually have a lot of fun discovering all your creations, and admiring your imagination and talents, and I thought I'd stay on the readers' side. But since I finished the game, I have a few things on my mind, so I think I should share them.

I hesitated a lot, because I don't know if my English is good enough to start. I admit that I would have liked to be proofread, but after all, it doesn't cost anything to give it a try.

I'm sorry, the action is slow to take place, but in order to deal with this subject, I thought it was important to talk a few words about MC, who she is, what she does, and why.

Hope you will enjoy

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Part 1.

The trickle of fresh air on her face was almost pleasant, it was perhaps the only thing that maintained a semblance of contact with reality. She was staring straight ahead, her mind foggy. Reality had escaped her for a few seconds, granting her a brief moments of respite.

Her gaze was inexpressive, deep rings were marking her eyes, her makeup had run down her cheeks, like the scars of her despair.

the light of a flashing beacon that snapped her out of her reverie, when an ambulance passed her at high speed. She then realized that she had lost track for a few moments. It only took her a few fractions of a second to put the events back in their place before the abominable lump in her stomach overwhelmed her again and tears came to her eyes.

She glanced at the speedometer and saw that she had slowed considerably, a warning light indicating that she was soon to run out of fuel, which made her hiss in annoyance between her teeth. She turned on the car radio, hoping the music would keep her awake and more attentive, now was definitely not the time to screw up.

A few hours earlier, she had hastily stuffed a few clothes, her toiletry kit, and her laptop into a large canvas bag, grabbed her purse and a large hiking backpack, and left her apartment without looking back. She had tossed everything onto the passenger seat of her car, this time preferring it to her motorcycle. It might have an advantage later, she had thought, and in a last flash of lucidity, she had made a slight detour to withdraw as much cash as possible from an ATM before getting on the highway.

She was already out of control.

"I've been a bad, bad girl

I've been careless with a delicate man

And it's a sad, sad world

When a girl will break a boy just because she can"

Was singing Fiona Apple on the radio.

The GPS indicated that there were still 2 hours to go, she had done more than half of the way, and yet she still hadn't drawn up the slightest plan. She was exhausted and on edge, unable to organize her thoughts, unable to find the beginning of solutions. So ...finding the genius idea that could solve all the problems and fix that mess.

"Don't you tell me to deny it

I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins

I've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true

And I just don't know where I can begin

Ooh, what I need is a good defense

'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal

And I need to be redeemed

To the one I've sinned against

Because he's all I ever knew of love"

She was born into a united and happy family 28 years ago. An only child, her parents had had her late, as they were thinking they would never have any children. She had been pampered, and loved madly, they had always had high hopes for her : "She will do great things" they were saying.

She could have become one of those proud bitches who thinks everything is due to them, but it was the opposite. One day, seeing bruises and scarfs on her 7 years old bestie, she realised how lucky she was to be in such a loving family. She was thinking that a fairy had leaned over her crib when she was a baby, and she had tried all her life to deserve what had been given to her.

She had been an easy and affectionate child, a studious student, a hard worker, she became a courageaous woman. Although she had clearly defined studies as her priority, she was a smiling and kind young woman, who never refused to have fun, as long as her work was done.

Six months ago, after many years of study, she got her first assignment. It was far from what she had hoped for, but she told herself that she was close to her goal, and that she would do her best, as always, to prove that she deserved her place.

A lifetime of control, and yet, for the past few hours, she had been sailing on sight, freestyle. She was aware of what she was doing: rushing headlong into her downfall without the slightest hesitation. In two hours, she was going to throw away everything she had fought for all her life.

“Let me know the way

Before there's hell to pay

Give me room to lay the law and let me go

I've got to make a play

To make my lover stay

So what would an angel say the devil wants to know”

Damn it, make an effort and think!!! She grumbled through her teeth, taking a quick look at her phone on the passenger seat. A sign pointed to a nearby highway service area , so she decided to fill up the car and freshen up.

The interior of the shop was anything but classic. There was a corner grocery bazaar which seemed to be well stocked. The large counter at the back offered fast food at all hours of the day and night. On the right there were a few tables, some of which were already occupied. Against the wall, a few vending machines for coffee, snacks, sodas and above, a large television screen on which we saw a surreal scene: dozens of people, police and firefighters in a security perimeter, a helicopter in the sky. The subtitle read :

Duskwood: Unexplained explosion in the mines. Search operations are still ongoing.

She felt an icy thrill run through her body, her eyes glued to the television. She had heard from Alan that the mine had caught fire and that's what had convinced her to go there, despite her promise, but the sight of the smoke column and the dozens of people gravitating in the middle of the forest terrified her.

What if...

What if he was still inside?

What if she was too late?

Part 2

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soupsspoons · 11 months

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17. On Hannah (Bonus Chapter)

JSS

That's what the note said. Just survive somehow. He couldn't believe she left. He'd known she'd wanted to, and he knew she would, but he couldn't believe she actually left. Enid knew how that would make everyone feel. She knew how dangerous it was. And yet she left anyway. God, how was he going to tell Hannah? Where was she? Carl knew that wherever she was, she would feel that she should have been with them. That she should have done something to make her friend stay.

A timer rang out from the kitchen and it brought Carl back to the woods. He had been so scared that day. He would have never admitted it, but being back in the woods, back outside; it was a lot. He would be lying if he said that it wasn't nice to be back in that open space again though, feeling like he knew what he was doing, that he was back to his normal. But when that horde had shown up, Carl was reminded of what it meant to be outside. He was back to living only to survive.

When Hannah threw her timer out, it took Carl by surprise. Maybe he could have expected Enid to do something like that, there was definitely more she knew than what she let on, but not Hannah. If he was being honest, Carl didn't like her very much when they first met. She was too happy, too eager. He knew she had been excited to show the group around that first day, he could see it in her eyes. Sure, she looked nervous as well, but she genuinely wanted to be kind to them. That was new for Carl. Having just come from Terminus, he couldn't be sure that anything was genuine anymore, none of them could. And yet, somehow, he believed her.

When they began hanging out more, especially after that night at the party, Carl realized there was more to her than he had thought. Hannah wasn't like some of the other Alexandrians. She wanted to be strong. She was trying to be. The more Carl thought about it, the more he liked to see her try. That night he had seen her from his window, hiding from the rest of the group during his dad's trial, he had felt somewhat proud. He was glad to see that she had it in her to defy the rules, that maybe, just maybe, she cared about his group enough to do it. When Daryl had offhandedly mentioned that he was planning on giving her lessons on protection, Carl couldn't help but smile a little. At first, he thought it was funny, a girl like her spending time with a guy like Daryl, but he soon realized it was a good thing. Carl was glad that she would be able to protect herself, that she would be safe.

Safe.

After finding Enid's note, Carl had gone to find Hannah. He didn't want her to hear about it from someone else, someone like Ron. It wasn't that he hated Ron, he understood why the boy was always so angry. In some ways, he had a right to be. But Carl didn't like the way he so obviously felt toward him. He didn't want to think about what he could be saying to Hannah when they were together. If he was trying to make her hate him too. Was he ruining her? Carl had thought later that day after Ron yelled at them. Was it his fault she was getting stronger? Was that such a bad thing? He used to think they were together, Hannah and Ron. When he found out that Ron was with Enid, he felt relieved. Carl knew Ron hated him because he spent so much time with his girlfriend, but deep down, Carl also knew it was because he spent time with Hannah. Carl knew they had been friends for a long time, maybe at some point more than that. He didn't want that to be true, but he knew it was possible. All he could do was ignore the idea and continue to hang out with her, no matter what Ron thought. As long as she wanted to be with him, Carl would be by her side.

When Carl arrived at Hannah's house, he immediately knew something was wrong. The door was left ajar and there was blood on the grass outside. He had slowly entered the home, his gun drawn, to find that everything was broken. There were large shards of glass, fallen furniture, and smears of blood decorating the floors. Oh my god, he thought, she was dead. That was his first thought. He knew, logically, that she wasn't dead. He would have known if she was, it would have been more obvious. He would have seen her body somewhere, or someone would have told him on his way there. But as he cleaned up the glass on the floor, and wiped up the drying blood, there was always a worry in the back of Carl's mind that he was cleaning a dead person's home. That his best friend was dead.

He'd always thought it was weird that she lived alone. He asked Enid about it once, but all she told him was that it was because Hannah wanted to. Why would she want to, he had thought. Sure, he could understand wanting time on your own, he understood that more than anyone, but he didn't understand wanting to be alone. When Carl saw Hannah sitting on her porch later that night, slowly rocking back and forth with her eyes closed, he had the same looming feeling that something was wrong. She tried to brush him off, practically begging him to leave. But in her eyes, in the way she wrung her hands together, she begged him to stay. When they went inside, Carl was infinitely glad he had cleaned when he did. He saw the way Hannah's eyes were stuck on the places he'd missed, and his heart hurt for her. Carl hated to see her like this, sad, and vulnerable. The way she held her side as she walked, or kept her head turned just far enough that he couldn't see the blood seeping through her bandages. He wished desperately that he'd spent more time on the blood in the grass or in putting her chairs in the places they were originally. But all he could do was grip her hand tighter and lead her up the stairs.

"Let's just go upstairs, okay?"

He wanted to stay that night, he really, really did. But he didn't want to intrude. If she truly did like being alone, he would respect that. He knew he might never understand everything about her, and that might just be one of those things. When he'd reached for the door, he didn't expect Hannah to speak. He didn't expect her to ask him to stay. He had thought about it for a moment, giving her time to change her mind. But he could hear, the moment he slumped at the side of her bed, the relief Hannah let out. Carl knew it was right that he stayed. Even if she said she wanted it, Hannah didn't deserve to be alone. No one did.

Together, they would survive.

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Heyyy Lovelies!! Ok, I know this chapter is shorter than my others but I wanted to give you all a look into where Carl's mind is right now. You all mean so much to me and I hope you like this little bonus chapter! I will continue to post from Hannah's pov but I thought you might find this interesting.

I absolutely love when you guys interact so please don't be scared to comment on these chapters! I would love to hear your thoughts!

Thanks for Reading!

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Once Upon A Dream

"I can't wait to design and make everyone's costumes! Even though I haven't been, officially, the designated fashion coordinator...." Rosa seemed unsure in her excitement. "Rosa, I can easily bet that you'll get the designation. The play was just announced! Alana smiled as she pulled something out of her pocket. "I got you a little something." She mused as she handed the small box to Rosa. "When did you get this?" Rosa asked as she took the box and opened it. "While you were looking at the clothes in Clara's, I found a pin that made me think of you. I know pins aren't your style, but it spoke to me, so I bought it.” Alana explained. The pin was a mermaid with long white hair, translucent skin, a purple bikini top, and a black tail. “Alana! It's beautiful! Thank you so much! ” Rosa gasped as she put the pin in her pocket and hugged her. "Can I admit something to you?" Alana asked. "Of course!" Rosa beamed. "I kind of want to audition for a role in whatever play gets picked, but I have horrible stage fright." Alana explained. “Alana! I'm sure you can do it! You just have to believe in yourself!” Rosa cheered. “That is easier said than done. I've been told that I should go into acting, or singing... But, every time I think of all the people who would be watching me, I freeze up.” Alana looked down and put her left hand on her right arm. “I know you can do it! Heck, you could even go after the lead role if you wanted to!” Rosa smiled. “I don’t think I could go that far...” Alana sighed. “Alana, anything is possible if you put your mind to it. Don’t let your fear control you! Letting your fear decide your actions will lead you down a life that is not worth living! Believe in yourself and you will never go wrong!” Rosa insisted as she put her hand on Alana’s shoulder.

Throughout the day, excitement flooded through Alana. Most of the students had made it clear that they weren’t really that interested in the event. “We have to make sure that everything is perfect!” Melody had told her. Kim wanted to not bother going. “I hope I can make my parents proud!” Violette had said. “Do you think your parents will come? I know you told me that they’re never home because of their jobs...” She started when she walked up to Castiel. “I hope not. Maybe I’ll get lucky and they’ll have to work a flight that day...” Castiel sighed. “Cass... I hope they come for your sake. If not, you can always hang out with my family.” She smiled. “Your mom is gonna come?” He asked. “Most likely. She always tries to jump at the opportunity to be a part of Sam’s and my lives.” She grinned. When she got to Lysander, he was more optimistic. He talked about how his parents didn’t like classical plays because of them having opposite taste on mostly everything. Armin complained that he had no interest in the play unless it had something to do with the Metal Gear series. As expected, Alexy was excited about the play, disagreed with his brother and even argued with him over it. When she got to Nathaniel, he looked sickly pale and was pacing the floor, nervously. “Nath? Are you okay?” She asked, concerned. “The open house needs to go well... I know my parents will be there.” He did his best to not let his voice crack. “Surely they won’t be too harsh...” She tried to calm him. “You don’t know my dad.” He choked. “I’m sure it will go well! You’ll be surrounded by friends, so, even if your parents aren’t kind, you’ll have us.” She sweetly grinned. “Thank you Alana. That does make me feel a little better.” He smiled as he quickly hugged her. “A-Any time!” She blushed as she walked off. “I actually wanna audition.” She happily told he sister. “Good! You should! You’ve been a wallflower in public for far too long.” Sam blurted out. “Yeah... Why is it that you only ever show your true talents at home?” Ken asked. Alana looked down. “Because when I’m at home, either no one is watching, or the people who are are people I know won’t judge me too harshly.” She muttered. “Even though you’re one of those people who is artistically talented in multiple forms. Hell, you did Choir in middle school!” Sam snapped back. “I never had solos and I was often in the middle where no one would pay too much attention to me!” Alana shot. “Ah, yes, because despite being talented, you have crippling stage fright.” Ken chuckled. “Shut up Ken! You know how bad it is!” Alana shot. “I know, I know! I must admit, I am excited. It’ll be nice to have an event that I can take part in!” He cheered.

“A play! Oh Nate! Let’s go to it together!” Lynne cheered when Sam and Alana told her about the open house. “Are you sure you want me to come with you all?” Nate asked. “Its fine. You’ve been with mom long enough that you might as well be our dad.” Alana smiled. “Yeah, so at this point, it wouldn’t be right if you didn’t come along.” Sam grinned. Lynne signed the forms and handed them back to her daughters. “I can’t wait! I hope you two are on stage! Do you know what play it is?” She asked. “No, we’re deciding on that tomorrow. I think its gonna be one of the typical fairy tales.” Sam explained. “Whatever it is, I think I’m gonna audition for one of the roles.” Alana piped up. “Ah! Melody are you finally taking an interest in the theater?” Nate asked, a smile on his face. “Sweetie, are you sure you can do this?” Lynne asked, concerned. “I’m gonna try.” Alana smiled. “Then I can’t wait to watch you BOTH shine!” Lynne mused. “It’ll be grand!” Nate cheered.

“Your options are “Little Red Riding Hood”, “Alice In Wonderland” and “Sleeping Beauty”. Yes, we’re going with more of the Disney versions for Alice and Sleeping Beauty.” Mr. Faraize announced. Most of the students collectively groaned and several of them had begun to complain. “Little Red Riding Hood sounds fun.” Sam smirked. “Its the same old stuff!” Castiel spat. “I like the idea of Sleeping Beauty.” Alana suggested. “Now there’s an idea! I wouldn’t mind making those outfits! Plus, Sleeping Beauty is such a cute story!” Rosa boomed. “Ah, yes, Mels could be princess Aurora!” Sam suggested. Alana instantly became flustered. “I think I know who would be the perfect prince Phillip!” Rosa mused. Nathaniel and Castiel instantly began to blush. “I-I wouldn’t g-go that f-far.” She stuttered. When Sleeping Beauty became the official choice, Amber instantly began boasting about how she was going to get the lead role. “Not in your life, you stuck up bitch!” Sam called as she and Ken left the room. “Alana, do you wanna practice lines?” Nathaniel asked, cheerfully. “Sure!” Alana smiled as they left the room.

“Oh god... Sam is on a warpath! Lucy! Did you really have to flirt with Ken?!” Alana whined as she caught up with Lucy in the school hallway. “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize it was him! But, since it is little geeky Ken, he’s not even hot anymore!” Lucy blurted out. “And here we go again. Lucy, you need to quit this whole superficial thing you’ve got going on. Its not nice and you need to apologize to both Sam and Ken.” Alana ordered. “But Mels!” Lucy whined. “No “butts”! Now go!” Alana commanded. “Fine... I’ll say “sorry”.” Lucy sighed as she ran off in the direction of Sam. “And it had BETTER be sincere!” Alana called. “Who was that?” Nathaniel asked when he caught up to her. “Lucy. She’s a friend from Weathering... Apparently she’s visiting our school for the day and she just pissed Sam off...” Alana sighed.

When the day of the audition arrived, Alana had worn a special outfit to boost her confidence. She wore blue skinny jeans, a blue t-shirt, and blue high top Converse. She had been practicing her lines and going over everything all day. She had spent all day making sure that everything was ready for her to give a good performance. “Damn it! Where are the auditions taking place?” She thought as she walked the halls of the school. Suddenly, she heard a noise come from the basement. “Maybe everyone is in here?” She thought as she walked down the stairs to investigate. The room was empty. Within seconds, cackling could be heard from the top of the stairs as the door was slammed shut and locked. She instantly recognized the cackling and ran up the stairs. “AMBER! LET ME OUT OF HERE!” She yelled as she started banging on the door. “I told you that I’m getting the lead role!” Amber called as her footsteps became more and more distant. “AMBER YOU BLOODY LOWLIFE! AUDITIONS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT MERRIT!” She yelled. Too late, Amber’s footsteps were already too far gone. “GOD DAMN IT! I actually try to step into the spotlight for once and I get shut out by that little snake!” She yelled into the empty room. She pulled out her phone to try to get ahold of her sister. “Damn it! No service!” She hissed. Alana paced around the basement for several minutes. “The one day I don’t have anything that I can pick the lock with!” She whined as she kicked the ground.

“Alana! Where are you!” A voice called from the top of the stairs. “Nathaniel!” Alana called as she ran up the stairs and started banging on the door. “ALANA!” He called. “NATHANIEL! I’M IN HERE!” She yelled as she hit the door even harder. “ALANA! How did you get locked in there?!” He asked as he hit the door. “Your sister wanted me out of the running for the auditions!” She explained. “Of course she did... That’s why she looked so smug a few minutes ago.” He sighed. “I don’t wanna miss it! Please help me!” She pleaded. The pair continued banging on the door until the lock became loose. She then started jimmying the handle until it opened. “NATH!” She cried as she threw her arms around him. “Let’s go. Maybe we can still make it.” He smiled as he held out his hand. “Yeah!” She beamed as she took his hand.

“I’m sorry miss Roster. The auditions are over!” Mr. Faraize looked down. “Amber Jacott locked me in the basement and you won’t even give me a chance?” Alana looked disgusted. “That’s not fair!” Nathaniel barked. “LET MY SISTER AUDITION! She’s put in a lot of work just to pluck up the courage to even do this!” Sam ordered. “Yeah! Give her a chance!” Ken nodded. “Sorry guys! It looks like I won!” Amber cackled. “SHUT UP WENCH!” Armin blurted out. “Give Alana a chance! Give Alana a chance!” Alexy chanted. “If she’s willing to audition, she should be allowed to do so.” Castiel agreed. “She deserves a fair opportunity.” Lysander smiled. Several of the other students nodded and cheered in agreeance. “Give Alana a chance!” Rosa and Kim joined Alexy in his chanting. “Please?” Alana begged. The teachers looked at the chanting students, then at Amber, then back at Alana. “Alright, alright! Miss Jacott, go to the Principal’s office. The rest of you, please give us the privacy that you were all allowed during your auditions. Alana, you may audition.” Mr. Faraize smiled. “YEAH!” A bunch of the students cheered. When the room only contained the teachers and Alana, she stood in front of them and took a deep breath. “For my audition, I will be performing the scene where Briar Rose is talking about meeting her true love in her dreams to her forest friends. I will stop right before she sings the song “Once Upon A Dream”.” She explained. “As you wish. Start when you’re ready.” Mr. Faraize nodded.

When the audition was over, she walked out of the room and found Nathaniel, waiting with Sam and Ken. “You should have sang “Once Upon A Dream”.” Sam smiled. “You can sing?” Nathaniel asked. “I don’t...” Alana looked down. “She can. Her voice is really beautiful.” Sam explained. “Yeah, you should hear her!” Ken cheered. “How have you heard me?” Alana asked Ken. “When we were living in Weathering, Ken and I would wander the property... There were several times we’d find you singing and dancing to that exact song.” Sam clarified. Alana’s face instantly became red. “Oh dear god.” She muttered. “Its not a bad thing! You’re a great singer!” Ken smiled. “I’d like to hear you sing one day.” Nathaniel grinned. “I’m not as good as they say.” Alana sighed. As Sam and Ken walked several feet ahead of them, Nathaniel took her hand and whispered into her ear. “I’m sure your voice is beautiful.” He blushed.

★

“Melody! You should sing! You’re such a beautiful singer! I know you can perform “Once Upon A Dream!”.” Severina suggested as she and Alana shared a video call. Alana sat in front of her computer and looked at her friend. “Rini, you know about my stage fright! I’m out of my element just by acting!” Alana looked anxious. “Mels! You can definitely do this! Your voice is lovely and you’re a great actor! You were always the best Sailor Moon and Princess Serenity when we were kids!” Severina cheered. “We were in my back yard with just Sam, Viktor, you and me when I did that! There wasn’t an actual audience!” Alana spat. “But, if you can do that with just the three of us, then you can do it in front of an actual audience!” Severina smiled. “Rini! We don’t even know what part I got!” Alana anxiously whined. “I’m sure you got the lead. I bet that you got the role of Aurora and that your little prince got the role of Prince Philip!” Severina sounded cocky. “And what does the winner of the bet win?” Alana asked, curiously. “Simply the ability to tell the loser “I told you so!”. Unless you wanna put an actual prize into the bet.” Severina keenly replied. “Nah, the humiliation or pride should be enough.” Alana laughed.

★

“MELS! YOU GOT THE LEAD ROLE!” Sam called as Alana and Nathaniel entered the Gym. “WHAT?!” Alana called back, shocked as they walked up to the Cast List. Sure enough, listed next to the role of Sleeping Beauty was Alana’s name. “Nathaniel is the prince too! That means you two will have a kissing scene!” Rosalaya cheered. “Well then.” Nathaniel looked at Alana and blushed. “Does that mean, I’ll actually get to kiss Nathaniel?” Alana thought. “It would be about time!” The voice in her head piped up. “Well, it looks like Rini won that bet.” Sam commented as she elbowed Alana lightly in the side. “Yep. And she’s going to hold this over me for a while.” Alana sighed. Castiel looked at Nathaniel, annoyed. “Looks like someone is jealous.” Sam snickered in Alana’s ear. “What do you mean?” She asked, innocently. “Good, god, sis... Its obvious that Cass wishes he was Nath right now... Your “Prince Charming”....” Sam quietly laughed. “Shut up Sam, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Alana quietly spat. “And you’re blind.” Sam quietly scoffed. “Alana... Do you think we could practice our lines together after school for a while?” Nathaniel nervously asked. “S-sure! We c-could practice a-at my a-apartment if y-you’d like!” She stuttered. “I’d like that!” He beamed. “I was supposed to be the princess!” Amber shouted. “Okay, first of all, your brother is the prince. Don’t advocate for incest! Secondly, my sister gave that audition her all, she has known the role by heart since we were children, and she is overcoming her stage fright to do this, Mels deserves the part!” Sam shot. Alana looked at the cast list and began laughing. “Uh, Sam... You got the role of Oma’s favorite character... In her human form. Ken and Armin got the parts of being her dragon form.” She explained while she continued to laugh. “Haha! I got Maleficent! That’s awesome!” Sam laughed. “Well, at least I don’t have to wear a dress!” Armin chuckled. “And Maleficent is a MAJOR Kingdom Hearts villain!” Alana mused. She went back to reading the cast list. Castiel and Lysander were the kings, Castiel being Phillip’s father, and Lysander being Aurora’s father. Li was Fauna (the green fairy), Kim was Flora (the red fairy) and Peggy was Merryweather (the blue fairy). Amber was a flower and Charlotte was a stage hand. Most of the other students were crew. Alexy joined Rosalaya in the costume design team.

“Nathaniel! Step down as the prince! Trade that role with Castiel!” Amber ordered. “I am not doing that! Even if I did, you wouldn’t be the princess! You locked Alana in the basement! The teachers are mad about that!” Nathaniel growled. “I just wanted the lead role! I couldn’t let HER get in the way!” Amber yelled. “That doesn’t give you the right to do what you did! Just be happy that the teachers are even allowing you in the play at all!” Nathaniel commanded. “Oh really? And how would DAD feel if I told him that you didn’t help me get the role I wanted? I’m sure he wouldn’t like it!” Amber sneered. Sam and Alana walked through the halls, hid behind a set of lockers, and listened in on the situation. Alana couldn’t hold back any longer. “Using your father as a weapon is never a good sign.” She stated as she walked up to them. “Stay out of this freak!” Amber snapped at her. “No! Every time I turn around, you’re being nothing more than a pathetic brat and whenever anyone calls you out on it, especially your brother, you act like Draco Malfoy and say some bullshit version of “My father will hear about this!”. Well guess what?! I’m sure your father has absolutely NO power over my family. So, if you wanna take aim at anyone, you need to take that wretched target off of your brother and put it on me! Because, I’ll have you know, my pacifism has its limits and I don’t have to get violent to go after you.” She snarled. “Do you really wanna do this?” Amber’s eyes turned livid. “Do you?” Sam asked as she came out from around the lockers. Amber looked at the two sisters annoyed and ran off in a huff. “You know what Nathaniel? I wanna meet your father! If he wants to be an asshole, he can come after the Rosters!” Sam demanded.

The following day, Alana walked up to Alexy and Rosalaya. “Alana! We were looking for you! We’ve designed your outfit and we’d like your opinion on it!” Alexy cheered. “Okay...” Alana looked down. Rosa pulled out her sketchbook. For a split second, Alana wanted to vomit. The dress on the drawing being held before her could only be described as “Gaudy”. A lace top around her neck, white padding across the top of the bust, a purple dress that dropped down into a puff of purple and white clouds with stars to accent it, white lace gloves, and a plain gold tiara. “I will NOT be wearing that travesty!” she thought. “Alana, what’s wrong?” Rosa asked. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you two about Aurora’s wardrobe... My aunt Agatha has insisted on making it. She and my mother are here discussing it with Principal Shermansky. It means the world to Agatha that she does this.” Alana explained. “But! This outfit is genius! You’ll look fantastic in it!” Alexy blurted out. “I’m sorry! This is out of my hands.” Alana sighed. Rosalaya looked heartbroken. “Why are they doing this?” She asked. “Because this is the first time I’ve EVER taken center stage and Agatha wants to design the outfit I wear when I do so.” Alana shrugged her shoulders. “Hello!” A voice cooed as a woman entered the room. Standing before them was a woman with long purple hair and wearing a fairy outfit. “Agatha!” Alana smiled. “This is your aunt?” Alexy asked. “Yes. Agatha’s my mom’s little sister.” Alana nodded. “And you two must be Alexy and Rosalaya! It’s lovely to meet you! My little Mels has told me so much about the two of you!” Agatha cheered as she shook Alexy’s and Rosalaya’s hands. Rosa looked at Agatha annoyed. “Miss DeMeilhan, I’ve also been told that your true love is the designer behind the locally famous Ainsworth fashion line. I absolutely LOVE his work!” Agatha beamed. The annoyance in Rosa’s face lessened. “And you’re impeding on my work.” She slightly spat. “I’m sure I am. I truly don’t mean to and I am sorry for that! But, Melody has never performed for a legitimate audience before, I just HAD to make her outfit!” Agatha smiled. “Will you at least use my sketch?” Rosa asked as she handed Agatha the paper. “Sadly, no. This is very fashionable, but it will not flatter my niece. She looks her best in blue. Melody’s body type is better suited for a more formal ballgown. Your design is best suited for a nightclub.” Agatha explained. “But its modern! And I’ve already taken her measurements!” Rosa blurted out. “I’m sure it is, but as a young fashion designer, you need to learn when to take criticism from us older designers. Your dress would not flatter my niece.” Agatha cooed. She pulled a sketchbook from her bag and opened it. On the open page was the design for a blue off the shoulder slim ballgown with a small bow at the top, blue pumps, a silver necklace with a blue pendant, and a slim silver tiara that had several blue jewels. “I did this last night. It will look elegant!” Agatha cheered. “Agatha! Its beautiful!” Alana burst. “Are you going to do Sam’s costume too?” Rosa asked, still slightly annoyed. “The school is only letting me work on one costume. My little Sammy’s costume will be left to you!” Agatha smiled. “Good.” Rosa muttered.

Several students began to laugh as Amber entered the school, angrily. “IRIS!” She yelled. Iris cringed as Amber stormed up to her. Sam instantly threw herself in between the blonde and the red head. “Get out of my way Roster!” Amber snarled. “No.” Sam growled. “I’m sorry Amber! I thought I had gotten that paint taken care of last night!” Iris begged. “There is no washing this out! I have to go to my salon to fix this!” Amber hissed. “Oh no! The little preppy rich girl HAS to go to her salon! I’m sure you were just itching for a reason to do that anyway, so take it as a win!” Sam sneered. “If you actually went to the salon every once in a while, you’d know how good it feels! But your mother is too CHEAP!” Amber blurted out. “Please. MY mother has instilled in us that we don’t need a shit load of product on our bodies to make us like ourselves! Just because you’re an air headed lizard person who has to put loads of makeup on just to make yourself look human, doesn’t mean the rest of us are!” Sam shot. “I hope I don’t get into trouble with the teachers!” Iris bleated. “I’m sure they know it was just an accident.” Nathaniel smiled. “Don’t defend her!” Amber ordered as she looked at her brother. “Enough Miss Jacott.” Mr. Faraize called from behind them. Amber growled, ordered her friends to follow her and walked off.

The students gathered in the gym to go over the script. “I think we should make it a musical!” Sam laughed. “Sam! Stop it!” Alana called. “Come on! You should sing! I know you know “Once Upon A Dream” by heart!” Sam sweetly sneered. “Or you could give either Nathaniel or Castiel a private performance!” Sam snickered into her ear. Alana’s eyes widened as the image of her singing to either of them alone in her room entered her mind. “S-Shut-t u-up-p S-Sa-am!” She stuttered. “Alana singing... That would be an interesting sight.” Castiel chuckled as he turned away from them an in attempt to hide the blush that was overcoming his face. “I’m sure you sing beautifully.” Nathaniel cooed. “This will not be a musical. We’d have to pay Disney a lot of money for the rights to that.” Mr. Faraize announced as he entered the room. “Yes!” Alana quietly cheered. “Awe! No singing for my sister!” Sam whined.

“We’re gonna run this errand for Rosa. Go ahead on home without me.” Sam texted Alana as she got to the school doors. “Oh, okay.” Alana replied. “Are you walking home alone?” Castiel asked as he walked up behind her. “Yeah, Sam and Ken are running errands and Nath’s dad ordered him to go straight home.” She sighed. “I’ll walk you home.” He suggested. “You sure?” She asked. “Yeah, come on.” He smiled. When they walked through the park, Alana noticed Amber walking with a woman she didn’t recognize. “Nathaniel must be alone with his dad.” Castiel commented. “Why do you say that?” Alana inquired. “Amber is with her mom.” He stated. “That’s their mom?” She sounded a little stunned. “Their dad isn’t any better. In fact, he’s more of a pompous douche.” He explained. “Let me guess.... They’re the type who wants to be part of the aristocracy, but whose blood is just common enough to never be let in?” She raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you know the type all too well.” He remarked. “I’ve told you before about how Carol is.” She looked down. “Right... How could I forget?” Castiel looked down. “These people will stop at nothing to gain the supposed power, privilege and prestige that comes with being part of the aristocracy... What they don’t realize is that its horribly limiting... My best friends have been groomed from day one to be the next heads of their fathers’ company. They were ripped away from us within weeks of Viktor’s mom’s death and sent to a fancy boarding school in England... And they’ll most likely be forced to marry each other because of their fathers arranging the union. Severina will be reduced to nothing more than a pretty face and a baby factory, just like her mother was in the public eye because of the institution... Just like what Carol wants me to be. They don’t care about the damage it does... So long as it makes them look good to the posh elite.” She explained. “What about your mom? Your family is old and your mom doesn’t seem to want that life for you and Sam.” He asked. “Despite the fact that my family is old, has a crest, and has three main sections spanning three countries, there is no pressure for perfection on us. Our goals are to just have a good life, and be a close family. As it is, we worked hard for our positions... Only the last few generations were born into anything resembling the “prestige” that is given to the aristocracy.” She explained. When they got to the apartment building, she turned to look at him. “Thanks for walking me home!” She smiled. “I-Its was n-nothing.” He blushed. As she went inside, Castiel stood at the door, sighed with a longing look, and walked away.

“I DIDN’T WANT THEM TO COME!” Castiel yelled. Word had gotten out that the Veilmonts were coming to the open house, only for Castiel to find out that it was Nathaniel who invited them. “ENOUGH!” Alana called as Castiel made a fist while staring at Nathaniel with rage in his eyes. The boys looked at her, quite shocked. “The last thing we need is you two fighting again!” Alana huffed. The boys looked at her, a little annoyed. “We need to go see our costumes anyway, Alana.” Nathaniel smiled. When they got to the classroom, they were greeted by Rosalaya and Agatha. “Our stars have arrived!” Agatha cheered. “You two look a lot happier working together!” Alana smiled. “I must admit, your aunt butting in on my work did upset me, but she’s actually quite delightful!” Rosa mused. “She did go a bit over budget... But, I compensated for it! The students shouldn’t have to pay for their own costumes!” Agatha added. “That was sweet of you!” Nathaniel cooed. Alexy brought out the models with the main costumes. “I made it blue!” Agatha cheered. Standing on the model before them was a floor length, off the shoulder, periwinkle blue, dress with a sapphire blue ribbon around the base of the bust that was pinned to the side by a blue flower. At the center of the top of the bust was a little blue bow tying together the top of the dress. “We also have a simple silver and blue tiara, earrings and necklace set, blue pumps and white lace gloves to finish the look.” Agatha explained. “Your hair will be down and flowy as well.” Rosa added. “It’s beautiful!” Alana blurted out. “You’ll look amazing in it.” Nathaniel blushed. “And for our prince, we have something that will match!” Rosa explained as she instructed Alexy to bring Nathaniel’s outfit out. The outfit on the model was a blue and white fairytale prince outfit with gold outfits and a matching hat. “Nath! You’ll look so handsome in that!” Alana blurted out before she could gather her thoughts.

The day for the school play had finally arrived. The school was buzzing with students making their final preparations for their parents to fill the halls. “This is going to be fantastic! I can’t wait to see my girls shine!” Lynne cheered as she walked the halls with her daughters. “I’m not gonna be on stage for very long mom.” Sam sighed. “But you’re Maleficent’s normal form! That’s a fun role!” Lynne smiled. “And our Mels is gonna be great as Aurora!” Nate mused as he caught up with them. “I don’t think so...” Alana muttered. “Sweetie! You’re a wonderful actress! You’ve just gotta have faith, trust, and gumption!” Lynne boomed. “A little pixie dust doesn’t hurt either!” Agatha chuckled as she ushered for Alana to go into the classroom she was in. “Its time for our princess to get dressed!” Agatha beamed. “Alright! We love you sweetie!” Lynne called. “Don’t forget to be confident and have fun!” Nate nodded. “Thanks guys! I love you!” Alana smiled as she walked past Agatha. “We’ll be waiting for you when the show is over!” Lynne waved as the door shut behind Agatha. “I’ve gotta go. It’s time for me to become villainous.” Sam smirked as she walked off, leaving her parents alone in the hallway. “Have fun sweetie!” Lynne cooed.

After the final rehearsals, it was time for the show to start. Everyone assembled in auditorium. The students gathered backstage and did their best to keep their composure. “Alright everyone! Places!” Mr. Faraize called. Everyone took their first positions and the play began. Charlotte entered the stage and began narrating the story. The school decided to save more money by not having a Briar Rose costume made. Sam brought her a-game to the role of Maleficent. “She must have re-watched the movie recently.” Alana thought as she watched her sister curse the baby. She did her best to give a good performance, but, throughout the show, she couldn’t take her mind off of how handsome Nathaniel looked in that suit. As Nathaniel slightly stumbled over his lines, Castiel laughed. Sam made a motion from behind the curtain telling Castiel to “cut it out” and continue the play. When it was time for her to say her lines, she slightly stuttered at first, but then recited the rest of them perfectly. The curtain closed, students rushed around to set up the “home” set while the fairies took their places. Alana took the change of scenery to think of sad things that would make her fake tears more real. “Come one Melody! You can do this! Think of abandoned kittens... Dead puppies... Maes Hughes’ funeral scene from Fullmetal Alchemist... Bambi’s mom dying... The scene from Mewtwo Vs Mew where Ash is turned to stone and Pikachu tries to revive him, only to begin crying... The scene from Sailor Moon where Darien breaks up with Serena and she crumples down crying in a phone booth...” She thought. Tears came to her eyes and she began to cry at exactly the right moment when she expressed her sadness towards not being able to be with her prince.

The fairies did their best to sneak Aurora into the castle in their efforts to avoid Maleficent. As the fairies went on ahead without her, she wandered the castle. Suddenly, a force overcame her and she was lead by magic to an isolated room. Inside the room was a spindle. Maleficent’s sadistic laugh could be lightly heard as Aurora pricked her finger on the spindle and fell asleep. Alana discreetly left the stage so that Sam and Nathaniel could act out the battle between the prince and Maleficent. The audience started laughing when Kiki wandered onto the stage in his dragon costume. “Miss Jacott! Catch my dog!” Principal Shermansky ordered. “But the play!” Amber called. “You’ve been playing a plant this whole time. Now, GO!” Principal Shermansky barked. Amber gave the principal a dirty look, sighed, and ran off the stage in her flower costume. The moment Amber had left the stage, Armin and Kentin brought out the real dragon costume. “This is a disaster!” Rosalaya cried. “I don’t even need to make trouble. They did it all on their own.” Castiel commented. Alana rolled her eyes. ��At least it made you laugh.” She smirked.

The curtain closed and the sets changed to the show’s finale. Students made quick work of moving a small bed onto the stage and fluffing up the pillows. “I sure hope Nathaniel actually kisses my sister!” Sam laughed as she walked closely past the two of them. “Uh...” Nathaniel muttered as his face turned bright red. Castiel looked away, annoyed. “Sam! Don’t psyche our leads out! They need to make up for the mistakes that were made!” Rosa spat. “Thanks for putting more pressure on us!” Alana sarcastically shot. “Mels! Look at you gaining confidence!” Sam smiled. “Now, now! Go on!” Rosa demanded. “Alright, alright.” Alana sighed as she walked towards the bed, laid down and pretended to be asleep. “Come on Nathaniel! Get out there and kiss my sister!” Sam urged as she pushed Nathaniel onto the stage. She could feel Nathaniel getting closer to her. Her nerves were set ablaze. “He won’t actually kiss me... Will he?” She thought. “Would it be a bad thing? You already like him.” The voice in her head piped up. “O-Oh h-how you are beautiful, s-sweet creature...” Nathaniel nervously began. She could hear Castiel, Armin and someone else laugh from backstage. She wanted to think something snarky, but her mind stayed glued to the boy kneeling over her as she did her best to stay perfectly still. “I-I will wake you from this nightmare...” Nathaniel continued as he got closer to her face. “Oh god... Is he going to do it? He’s so close to me...” She thought. He put his hat in front of their faces and didn’t move any closer. “Damn it! Come on man!” The voice in her head piped up. “I don’t want our first kiss to be on stage. As it is, I don’t even know if he likes me like that!” She thought back. Alana opened her eyes and smiled at him. “We made it!” She whispered. “Yeah... It could have been worse...” He whispered back. He removed his hat and she sat up. The play finished with a curtain call then Charlotte closed the curtains.

Suddenly, a white storm flew past them and rushed over to Armin and Kentin. “You IMBECILES! You RUINED EVERYTHING! The principal’s dog... You’re both crazy!” Rosa shouted. “Hey, your costume wasn’t that great, we wanted to do something a little more fun...” Armin laughed. “My costume wasn’t WHAT?!” Rosa shouted. “Oh dear god... May your souls find peace in the afterlife, boys...” Alana muttered as she hung her head in embarrassment. Rosa looked like she was going to lunge at them. Sam got in between Rosa and the boys. “That’s enough! The dragon costume wasn’t the best, but it was fine enough for this! For fuck’s sake, this isn’t a movie set! It’s just a high school play! And Rosa, it doesn’t have to be “perfect” it just needed to be “good”! I think we accomplished that!” She spat. “Come on guys! Our families are waiting.” Alana smiled as she headed in the direction of the girls’ changing room.

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This covers Episodes 20 and 21 of HSL.

I was going to leave Armin as Maleficent’s role... But I thought it would be more fun to have Sam in that spot.

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just in case i don’t want to talk abt this any more tw incest u could just delete this

horrific n downright wrong. i wanna say u n everyone else includin that anon did not deserve this n the collective u deserves so much more but i am so grateful seein people talk abt this. i was raised w the extreme pressure that my gen was goin to break the cycle of that type of abuse n i have to come to terms that we didn’t n that’s ok at least to me. it’s so hard to admit to n so impactful to say out loud but it’s what has to b done. it a type of trauma that’s been in my fam for many many yrs n i gaslight myself into believin that we broke it. i stayed in denial n tbh still am in denial bcuz it’s so hard to blame a fam member. esp for me a girl n a teenage girl at that. this isn’t always the universal reaction so there is no guilt if this isn’t the case or if it is but u still luv them no matter what they did it’s so hard to blame them. but sexual abuse is sexual abuse. i hope to god every day that when i have children that will b when the cycle is broken n it all stops but i will never put the verbal pressure on them the way my parents did. one of them was a victim of smthn v extreme so i do not blame them (there it is again) but it’s torture to feel like u let them down when u did nothin wrong. admitting is always the first step to healin. i’m so proud of u for talkin abt this n that anon n everyone else.

ya! i think even though its uncomfortable as hell and disturbing its important that we talk about it. thank you <3 im proud of everyone who pitched in too, and of you, thank u for sharing; its really not easy. i dont think this is the sort of thing we can heal from individually, you know? especially when its a cultural thing. theres so much shame and fear and repression surrounding this kind of stuff, and the only way were gonna heal from it is if, like u said, well start accepting it and talking about it

and yea youre right it is really hard. like my father crossed any possible line with what he did and he abuses his wife too and. i really just want him dead like i dont give a damn, i have to try to calm myself bc i get too focused sometimes on how much i actually want him to suffer. but even with him at times im like,,,, ,, eh but i still care abt him? i went through a whole phase where i felt like it was my responsabilites to help him or like heal him from how deranged he is lmao. but it doesnt last long. but with everyone else its different. (?) like. i realized like idk a year ago that uh yea my grandma did lowkey molest me and it actually made me feel fucking insane. i had no idea what do with it and i still dont?? and its fucked and definitely not ok but like...,,, we all pretend like its fine or just didnt happen i guess bc its,, normal? acceptable??? its weird as all hell, most of the time i just kinda try to not think abt it because i have no idea how to even feel abt the woman when i do. if anything as much as it definitely kinda fucked me up, im frankly way more pissed abt the physical abuse/beatings and endless insults and yelling and shit - like that actually probably did more damage to me. but still like idk yea i .. idk if i excuse it but i definitely explain it like oh she didnt know better etc etc etc. but that doesnt.. ugh it doesnt excuse it?? but i still love her and care for her?? its a fucking nightmare to try to detangle all that. and the shit w my mom too and other family members like uh yea it grosses me out and definitely got to me, this combination of being raised as property + controlling parents + sexualized + actually being whored out by father has k.o.d whatever mental sanity i could have had and it took me many years to.... idk. even start remotely working through all that. but. i still care abt them...?? i think the fact that its no longer happening and dont rly consider it on the same level as the shit w my dad makes it kinda different in my head but its still not fucking ok

and yea. definitely one of the hardest parts of it is being blamed for being uncomfortable/grossed out or even punished for being so when rly thats such a normal reaction to have to this shit. it is psychologically torturous and it is gaslighting and it rly fucks u up in the head..... and its really hard to get to the point where u dont feel like u did anything wrong or you werent to blame. i do presume that w this particular kind of shit tho a lot of it is that they probably went through similar stuff, internalized and repressed it, never dealt w it, and then just proceed to do the same

i hope to god too ill be different. i want to believe in both of us and this new generation that we'll do a better job. i think the fact that were even talking abt it shows some progress u kno. my mother and grandmother told me for many years that i wont do a better job than them and its just normal for kids to be raised w beatings and yelling and insults and controlling behavior and all that shit,,,, but. ive always been terrified of that. since i was little i knew if i ever had a kid i wouldnt want to put them through any of this. if i cant break the cycle id rather not raise a kid at all. at least for the past like year or two my mother has actually accepted that some of the shit she did wasnt okay and that she was abused by my grandmother too and..... apologized??? which was insane. so. idk. its been a long and weird fucking process. but. i dont think its hopeless

#lmao speaking of mommy issues #god so many of us are so fucked up huh

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22nd October 2013

Dear Pete,

It's been a while since I updated you on the window box situation and I am proud to report that there is greenery in there. Andrew comes over about once a week on his way home to check the situation. Between lunches with Jamie, Holly's incessant email updates, and Andrew's gardening visits, there really isn't much time left alone. Christopher is of course always here as well. Floating through the house, doing what he does, and no longer attempting at intervals to take my clothes off.

Does it make me a whore if I admit that I miss that? It's not just the sex - though I could seriously do with some - it's the comfort. It was nice having someone to curl up with every now and again. It ran its course though. Now I'm cuddle deprived and irritable.

Anyway, that wasn't the point. Andrew came over to assess my latest gardening efforts.

"Oh my God, Liv! You've done it. You've kept them alive." "Really?" "Yes. They look good. Nothing to fault here." I clap my hands. "Oh such a relief! All I've done is water them and make sure they have sunlight. I can't believe it worked. That's really easy. How did I mess it up before?" Buffy is wagging his tail in approval.

"How do you do anything?" Good point.

In celebration we took Buffy over to the park for a walk. It's definitely approaching the time where he needs puppy pre-school. He's so big now and still growing. I don't think it would've registered how much time has passed since you've left if I didn't have something that I was able to fit in the palm of my hand when I first started writing, but now struggle to carry in both arms. Weighing in at twenty-three kilograms he is hardly my baby anymore. The park was quiet so we let him off the leash to run around.

"Are you still training?" Andrew's face was serious, watching the darkening evening sky straight ahead of him. "At least every second day. It helps. I don't really know how, maybe the chemical reactions, or being around other people, but the world is brighter when I do so I'm sticking with it. It also means I can eat more and I'm not averse to that."

He chuckled. "I've never met a woman who eats like you that isn't a hundred kilograms." "Now you know why I train. I'm actually not as bad as I make people think. When there are people around I eat whatever I want, but most of the time I don't bother eating on my own because I'm too lazy."

"A runner and a slacker? I didn't even know that was possible." "I am all about conquering the impossible. I thought you'd know that by now."

We grinned at each other but there was something else coming. Waiting for him to speak I felt calm, like whatever it might be I'd be able to handle it.

"Liv, do you have a plan?" "For?" I watched Buffy chase imaginary objects back and forth. There'd been a little trouble with fetch so the ball still sat firmly in my grip. There was no point throwing it if I was just going to have to chase it myself. Can't flex cardio. "For really moving past your issues. For if Prince Charming never comes along." "Oh. That." "It's just," he hesitated and pinched his brow. "It should be fun. Dating should be a pleasant experience, but watching you these last few months is about as fun as watching a human castration. How are you going to move past that? I worry that your behaviour is too erratic for you to ever be able to meet anyone. I could be wrong and I hope that I am, but I still worry." Taking a breath I squared my shoulders. "You're right. Andrew, you are fabulous, but you have nothing to worry about here, even though until recently I shared your concerns. That is the old Liv. Yesterday the new Liv kicked Big Red out and a few days before that she told The Czech to leave her alone. Now she has even gone so far as to stop having sex with Christopher. She is good. I am good."

"I'm sorry, you did what?" I gulped. Maybe Andrew had missed that one. "Yeah," I sound sheepish. "We hooked up a few times." "No I don't care about that. Why did you tell The Czech to leave you alone?" "Oh not you too! Come on! You don't even like him!" "His methods? No. The way he makes you smile when he gets his shit together enough to call? Yes." "Argh! You and Jamie are both insane. There is nothing between him and I. He wants sex, I want a relationship, what would be the point?" "And you couldn't possibly have sex without the promise of a relationship?" "I can, but it would end badly," I groan but Andrew is having none of it and continues to frown at me. "Say we have sex. What then? I'll tell you. I'll get so confused about what it means, and wishing that it meant more to him that next thing you know I'm so distracted I miss my chance with someone who actually wants me." "If it's just sex, why would you be distracted?" "I'm incapable of differentiating between good sex and my feelings." "You're having sex with Chris and you aren't confused about that." "That's Chris. Different." I protest but Andrew just turns up the corners of his mouth in amusement. "Uh huh." I pause, train of thought temporarily derailed. "I am though, aren't I? I'm having casual sex with a man and not getting crazy or jealous." "They grow so fast..."

Nodding to myself, I continued to mull it over. Then my brain reached that point. "Andrew? I need to go. I need to go get me some." He contorted his face in pain. "Phrase it differently."

"I'm going to go get laid." He pats my arm. "We'll workshop your poor conversational habits at a later date."

That all said, I had thought I would've heard from Will by now. Being told no is his ultimate aphrodisiac so it seemed a no- brainer that he'd pursue me a little more. But if you're only friends and your friend tells you to leave them alone, well that's what you do. Anything else would be disrespectful. Friendships are built on respect, so really what did I expect?

Exhibit A: Big Red vs. The Czech, or Sex Chaser vs. Real Friend. Lesson learned. So why am I contemplating screwing it up by adding sex into the mix? Or is everyone completely misreading this and unknowingly lining me up for another setback?

Liv x

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A few days had passed since Marinette had burned the Adrien photos, and Luka was relieved to note that they hadn't come back since. Marinette seemed equally at ease, their daily calls becoming more and more relaxed with each time she told him about her still-empty wall. He did wish he could do a little more concerning the red string around her neck, but his mind was drawing a blank and she was happier than before regardless.

The main problem however, was the relation to the miraculouses. Everyone knew that Ladybug wasn't interested in Chat Noir, a fact that made the knowledge of the red string even worse. He wasn't sure if the red strings were tied to the miraculouses or not - or how if they were indeed connected - but he speculated that it was about more than just talking to Marinette about Adrien; Chat was a factor as well. He couldn’t imagine the societal pressure of Ladybug and Chat Noir being a couple, and no one had to do much research to realize that Chat Noir was okay with it while Ladybug was very much not.

He'd have to take on the red string from both sides of the masks, and it took one particular day for him to get his chance.

"You want me to go on patrol with you?"

Ladybug nodded, balancing herself on his windowsill as she replied, "If you'd like to. Chat Noir is busy tonight, so the position's opened and you're one of the people used to having a miraculous."

Luka caught himself before he could start smiling too much, knowing that it was Marinette under that mask and she wanted him to go on patrol because they were friends.

"I'd be honored to."

She beamed at him, and after the snake miraculous was on his wrist, he was transformed and the two set off for the rooftops together.

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Viperion glanced left and right as he went along with Ladybug. He'd been called enough by then to have gotten used to superheroing, though it was his first time actually on patrol. Given the situation they were in, he was thankful that Adrien was busy that particular night with what Viperion could only guess was Gabriel's orders.

The red string was still dangling around Ladybug's neck, though Viperion'd grown attuned enough with his fate sensing that he could stop focusing on it and simply see her if he chose to. It didn't stop him from thinking about it, but it helped.

Ladybug seemed to know the route to take, so he mostly followed after her, but it was partway through where she'd decided that they should take a break. Paris was always quiet right after akuma attacks, meaning that they could afford to take it easy since there'd been one just that afternoon.

They leaped buildings until they reached the Eiffel Tower, scaling the monument until they reached the top platform. He didn't miss that she'd avoided using her yoyo for the job, possibly to put them on an even playing field.

Letting out a breath, Ladybug leaned against the railing and she gazed over the city. Gesturing to the view, she explained, "We'll have a good vantage point from here in case anything happens."

Viperion chuckled. "You really do think of everything."

She blushed faintly, but took the compliment casually. "I'm just doing my job." She turned her hip to more easily grab her yoyo, then opened it and reached inside. "Anyway, are you hungry?"

He tilted his head in curiosity, then grinned as she pulled out a bag of macarons from the Dupain-Cheng bakery. It wasn't anything suspicious given that it was known as the best bakery around.

"Thanks," he replied gratefully, taking one of the macarons she offered him.

She grabbed one as well and they took a simultaneous bite of their respective treats. He was a little surprised to hear that she brought along snacks, but supposed it made sense if breaks during patrol were a common thing after akuma.

They settled down on the ground, Ladybug placing the open bag in-between them so they could pick them out at equal leisure. Tossing him an apologetic but teasing smile, she added, "Sorry, but cushions wouldn't fit in the yoyo."

He raised his brows at her, then glanced down at the hard ground below them. He snorted at her joke, noting, "It's nice to see you outside of akuma battles, where you can relax and play around more."

She smiled shyly at him, in a way that was so Marinette that he couldn't believe he hadn't figured her out sooner. "Thanks. Chat says I have no sense of humor."

He frowned, replying without hesitation, "Chat's wrong."

She waved him off, though he could tell that she appreciated the comment. Hearing that Chat had told her something like that was news to him, despite all the research he'd done into their relationship. Granted, he imagined that anything could be said off-camera and he couldn't have known.

"Does he say things like that a lot?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prodding too much. There was just something about how casually she'd said it that unnerved him.

"Huh?" She blinked, thrown off by the question, then rubbed the back of her neck. "Well... most of the time, he flirts instead. It's..." She hesitated, like she wasn't sure that she could talk about it. Glancing at him, then back to the open sky, she relented and added, "—it's a lot sometimes, but he does his job well enough, so it’s not like it’s a serious problem. I don’t know, it’s not like I’ve never wondered about the what ifs of having someone else, but whenever I think about it, I just—"

She squinted at nothing, Viperion's gaze flickering down to the string, which had became visible now that he was focusing on it.

It had tightened, pressing into the black of her bodysuit in a way only he could see, and he found himself squinting just like she was.

"—I can't imagine being Ladybug without him," she said.

He pressed his lips together, trying to suppress any reaction to the comment. He'd suspected it for a while, but actually seeing it was something else entirely.

The red string demanded dependency on Ladybug's part. He wasn't sure how much it pulled Chat on the other end, but judging from what he'd gathered from Marinette's luck and fate's blatant favoring of Adrien, he could guess.

Ladybug peeked up from her macaron when he remained silent, confusion passing over her features. "What? You look like you have something to say."

"Ah—" He looked down, brows furrowing as he hoped even more that he wasn't pushing boundaries. "—just... I know that he's been with you since the beginning, but I don’t think you need Chat Noir to be an amazing Ladybug."

She straightened, dropping her treat in surprise and then fumbling to catch it. Perhaps she hadn’t caught onto what her words implied, or had said them without thinking due to the string and was now facing it head-on.

He continued, "You've dealt with akuma plenty of times without him, and you work well with all your heroes. I'm sure you could make the best out of any partner you had." He smiled reassuringly at her. "Maybe Chat Noir only seems as good as he does because he's at your command."

Ladybug's cheeks tinted red, nearly matching her mask, as she ducked her head at the high praise. She raised the macaron back to her lips, chewing on it as if that helped hide her face.

It was only after she'd slowly nibbled the treat all the way down and swallowed that she replied, "T-thank you."

He shrugged, having only been honest.

"Chat Noir..." She cleared her throat. "Well, Paris would disagree with you."

"Paris is wrong too," he replied in the exact same tone as when he was discussing Chat. After careful consideration, he asked cautiously, "Do you mean how—"

"Yeah, the—" She frowned and waved both hands vaguely in a gesture that no one but him would've understood. "Yeah."

So she was all too aware of their status of a "couple" in the eyes of Parisians. It made sense with everything he already knew, but he hadn't wanted to be right.

The phrase she'd used when talking about Adrien resurfaced in his mind: made for each other.

He clenched his fist. She was being pressured on both sides of the mask, towards both sides of Adrien's mask.

"I don't like it," she admitted, "but Chat drinks it up and I guess the public is into the idea of this superhero couple. They see us like celebrities."

"It's not right," Viperion hissed, and Sass would've been proud of it. "You save Paris every week and you deserve to be respected."

"There's nothing I can do about it," she told him, almost in defeat. "Besides, Chat... he needs a pick-me-up every now and my pep talks don't always work on him. He pouted when I brought in a male hero for the first time."

"That's not your fault!" he argued. "Chat needs to be confident on his own. He can't keep relying on you or make you feel like you can't do anything without him doubting himself. You're under enough stress as it is, and—!"

He caught himself, his mouth shutting tight before he could reveal exactly how much he knew. Ladybug blinked at him, seeming puzzled by the outburst but not suspicious at least.

He took a breath, reminding himself to stay calm. Reaching back, he grabbed hold of his lyre and brought it in front of him, strumming a few notes and letting them settle the discordant song that was playing in his stomach.

"My point is... Chat shouldn't be someone adding onto the pressure. That's not a partnership."

Her shoulders relaxed, her eyes darting around as she processed his words. She looked conflicted.

"...I'm sorry," he added, settling his lyre in his lap. "Not for what I said, but—I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

"No, no." She shook her head, pulling her knees to her chest. "It's good that you did. I've actually—" Her voice grew quiet. "—been thinking about it lately."

"About what?"

She made the same vague gesture from before. "All of that. There's been a lot going on and it's given me a lot to think about."

He knew immediately what she meant.

"It's... frustrating," she groaned. "I don't like Chat that way. I mean, maybe sometimes he said or did something that I found charming, but that's just—not enough for me, you know? To only feel something like that for a second or two." She averted her gaze, growing distant. "Everyone seems to think we belong together, and... I hate that they might be right."

"What do you mean?"

She sighed. "Well, I'm a hero; a permanent one. I need to be there all the time. Every akuma, every purification, every Miraculous Ladybug. Only I can do it." She hugged her legs closer, burying her face in her knees. "I want a relationship. I want someone to date and be close to, but I can't have it. I'm always running away; always going somewhere with some excuse so I can go deal with the akuma, and I can't tell anyone! Can you imagine how that'd make my date feel?"

He opened his mouth, but a thought occurred to him at the last second that gave him pause.

"You... so you think..."

Once again, he hoped to be wrong. He wanted so badly to be wrong.

But Ladybug looked up, her expression pained as she confirmed, "There's only one person I could be with where it wouldn't have to happen."

His blood ran cold, he felt sick, and the memory of the red string flashed in his mind, wrapped around Adrien's ring.

Fate didn't just tie her to him; it wanted to make her believe that he was her only choice.

Viperion's grip on his lyre tightened, his teeth grinding together behind closed lips as he tried to maintain an aura of calm. He wasn't just angry anymore, he was livid, and he silently wished that the face on the other side of the butterfly miraculous was the universe so he could give it a piece of his mind.

How could you do that? How could you take a girl who's always worked so hard and tried her best, and treat her like she's nothing? No, not nothing, because then at least she'd be left alone. How could you treat her like a plaything, as if she's some prize for a guy to win no matter what? How could you manipulate her to think that everything's her fault, just so she never thinks to fight back against the ones putting pressure on her?

What's love if it's gotten through such force?

"V-viperion?"

A hand falling upon his jolted him back to reality, his head snapping up to see Ladybug there, her pupils shrunken in and her brows knitted in worry. Whatever his face had looked like, it'd scared her.

His first instinct was to feel guilty. He was supposed to be comforting her, not making things worse by letting all of his emotions show on his face.

His second instinct...

He tossed his lyre off to the side, Ladybug's gaze briefly following it until his hands fell upon her shoulders. Her eyes widened, and she let out a squeak as he pulled her onto his lap and into a hug.

The only thing he was grateful for in terms of her superhero status was that he could hug her as tightly as possible without hurting her.

"A-ah..." She seemed tempted to say something, but fell silent soon after and hugged him back, burying her face into the side of his neck. He felt her strength in the way she squeezed him, like she was starved for his affection despite them being in a similar position not too long ago.

He understood. Before, they were tackling her problems when she was Marinette, but Ladybug had never had someone to personally confide in concerning Chat.

She'd needed this.

"You already do so much," he whispered. "You should be allowed to be with whoever you want, and you shouldn't have to settle when it comes to love."

She sighed against him, like she knew deep down that he was right. "You don't know how bad it could get. Some hypothetical boyfriend wouldn't deserve that kind of treatment."

"I get why you'd feel that way," he said, "but I'd hope that this hypothetical boyfriend would know that you're worth it."

Her fingers twitched against his spine. "...You don't even know me."

"I know that you're creative. I know you're smart. I know you work harder than anyone else to keep Paris safe. I know you have a right to feel however you want, and if you think you need to earn being with someone who's not Chat, then you've more than done that." He slid his hand up to squeeze her shoulder. "I also know that you'll find a way to make it work, if you put in even half the care into it as you put into Paris."

"Vi—" She paused, her voice softening. "Luka..."

They stayed like that for a while, the bag of macarons going untouched an arm's reach away. Viperion just held her, sensing that she was feeling out what he'd said and that they didn't need words for it. That was fine with him; her love life was none of his business. He only wanted to help her have the choice to live it.

A breeze blew by, their bodysuits protecting them from the wind chill factor as their hair was lightly shifted by the gentle air. Ladybug stirred, letting out a noise like she felt personally slighted by the wind, then pushed herself up, her hands on his shoulders as she pulled away from him.

"We...we should get back to patrol," she admitted.

He offered her a small smile, noting that she seemed to be in better spirits at least. "Alright." He let her out of his lap, leaning over to the side to pick up his lyre.

He heard her retreating footsteps, along with a light, "You can keep the macarons."

He glanced up at her, surprised. "Are you sure?" he asked, knowing that he was mostly responsible for them not eating all of them. "Is that what you usually do on your breaks: let Chat have them?"

"Oh." She stood awkwardly in place, looking off at the sky before dropping her gaze to the ground. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she grinned sheepishly and replied, "Actually..."

He tilted his head, curious.

She peeked over at him, eyes half-lidded as she told him, "I've never done this with Chat."

He raised his brows, as if that would make her clarify, but she simply turned away from him and started doing a few stretches, clearly prepping to head back out.

Pursing his lips in thought, Viperion turned his back to her, giving attention to the little plastic bag resting neatly on the ground. Even though it was open, the little ribbon that had held it shut was still around it, suddenly feeling more special now that Ladybug had said something so... cryptic.

He looked out at the view they had, then Ladybug, then back at the bag, feeling extremely slow on the uptake as his brain pieced things together based on what information he had.

Then, suddenly his brain supplied: Wait... was this a date?

He buried the thought just as quickly, shaking his head and scolding himself for jumping to that so fast.

"Are you ready to go back to leaping rooftops?" Ladybug asked behind him, her tone light even if she was still in her own head.

"Yeah," Viperion replied, picking up the little bag like it was something precious. Hoping to lighten things further, he then added, "I'm new to this, so I might lag behind."

She chuckled. "You might. Apparently I'm a really amazing hero according to someone I know."

He grinned to himself. Even if she was just teasing, it felt good to hear her compliment herself in a way.

He had just tightened the ribbon to seal the bag back up, listening to the sound of Ladybug's foosteps, when he felt a sudden niggling sensation at the back of his head, or—behind him? He turned, puzzled, then leaped up as he caught sight of a teal wisp in Ladybug's path.

He rushed over as she yelped and tripped over what would seem like nothing according to her. Catching her just in time, he also realized belatedly that it may've been an overreaction, given that she was in superhero form; he could only blame it on reflex.

Ladybug stood up with a start, covering the lower half of her face in shame. "Ugh, that was so embarrassing, I'm sor—"

"It's not your fault," he hurried to say, not explaining further as he grew lost in thought, staring silently at the place where the wisp had formed itself.

He hadn't just seen the wisps this time; he had sensed them. That was new, and he wouldn't have questioned a new addition to his fate sensing had it not been the fact that he hadn't particularly done anything as Viperion; it usually took an instance or two of him using his power for something to manifest, but here...

He glanced up when he realized that Ladybug was looking at him curiously. Debating with himself for a moment, he ultimately trusted his gut and met her gaze, asking,

"Do you mind if I talk to Sass again after this?"

#au: Dread String of Fate #Dread String of Fate: writing #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #type: salt #((Just in case.))

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shingia · 3 years

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hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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genshinwritings · 3 years

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Pregnancy Headcanons || Zhongli & Diluc

Thank you guys a lot for loving the other pregnancy headcanons ♥ I hope this satisfies your needs, haha~

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Zhongli

Zhongli knew that there was something wrong with you. You were avoiding him almost strategically. Whenever you had to meet up with him you made sure that another person was around so you would not have to talk to him about private things. He often pretended that everything was fine in front of other people but deep inside he was longing to know what was wrong with you. Usually you would come around in the morning or in the evening to visit him but within the blink of an eye everything had changed. He didn’t see you daily anymore, whenever he came you left right away. He didn’t know what he had done or said to you that made you react like that but he surely knew that his heart shattered whenever a day passed where he did not talk to you.

He had thought about the circumstances of your relationship and the possibility of anyone threatening you to stay away, yet he could not think about anyone who would profit from keeping you away from him. He felt devastated and he did not know what to do, he had handled a lot of situations with women before but never in his life had his partner avoided him without having an obvious reason to do so.

It was late at night when you returned home, a small shock running down your spine as you felt another presence in your flat. You knew that it was him right away. You sighed defeated as you stepped into the living room, Zhongli neatly seated in the arm chair while sipping on a cup of earl grey. “Guess you’ve been expecting me..” You mumbled as you kicked off your shoes, an uneasy feeling tumbling in your stomach. Zhongli’s eyes focused on yours as you nervously fumbled with your fingers, knowing that he was going to confront you now about the way you behaved the last couple days.

“Would you mind sharing your knowledge with me as of why you are avoiding me?” He spoke low and calmly before blowing cold air to his tea, taking a sip while his eyes never left yours. You had been trying to avoid this conversation with him rather than you had tried to avoid him in general, yet you knew that you had to talk to him about what was going on. “I’m sorry when I hurt you with ignoring you.” You started to whisper, your gaze falling to the ground. “I did a mistake, a pretty big one and I did not want to bother you with it. I’m stupid and you’re going to hate me for it.”

Zhongli raised an eyebrow at your words, placing the cup of tea down on the wooden table in front of him before standing up. He had to admit that he was severely confused upon hearing your words, not being able to think about anything you could have done wrong. Nevertheless, a mistake that would make him hate you. The thought of you being unfaithful crossed his mind, yet he knew that you would never do that, he trusted you too much. “Hey..” He whispered softly, firm hands placing on your shoulders as he leaned down to press a loving kiss to your forehead. “I can’t think of any reason that would possibly make me hate you and I’m sure whatever you have done is neither worse than the things I did in the past..” His voice was calm and soothing your nerves, a small relieved sigh slipping past your lips as your arms wrapped loosely around his middle, leaning your forehead against his chest.

“I’m pregnant..” You whispered into the fabric of his coat, your arms around him tightening as the fear of him pushing you away spread in your stomach. You could feel your heart clench as seconds of utter silence passed, almost feeling like an eternity. You had been more than afraid to see his reaction when you told him, after all he had been with several other partners before who did not let a mistake like that happen.

Zhongli was shocked by your words to say the least, never in his life had he expected this to be the reason why you had avoided him for days. He had prepared himself for the worst already but this was far from what he had expected.

“First off..” He spoke calmly while his arms wrapped around your body to pull you close, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head to reassuringly caress you hair. “The amount of love I carry in my heart for you makes it impossible for me to hate you. Whereas secondly, there’s always two people involved when it comes to this..” He leaned down to press a small kiss to the side of your head, his strong hand running over your back. He felt your body shivering and trembling in his arms, pulling slightly away from the hug before lifting up your chin between his thumb and index finger to look at you. He saw the sorrows in your eyes along with the fear of rejection, his heart craving for you to understand that he was not mad at all. “I love you, I really do. How could I ever thank you for a surprise as magnificent as this one?”

He smiled softly as he leaned in to catch your lips in a gentle but firm kiss. Even though he had never thought about becoming a father himself, the idea of it sounded more than tempting, especially with you as the mother. He could feel the warmth in his heart again as you relaxed into his touch, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you parted. “I know you’re far from being overly excited but- I love you too and I hope you know that I’m more than happy.” You hummed sweetly, pressing another kiss to his lips.

Zhongli is going to spend all the free time he has to be by your side, always making sure that you’ve got everything you needed. Whenever he can’t come around or has to stay away from you for a while, he will tell the old people in the village to come and look after you. He does not trust a lot of people when it comes to knowing about your pregnancy, he does not want you or your unborn child to be exposed to unknown danger, trying to keep the possibility of anything happening to you as small as possible.

With time he will slowly get used to the thought of becoming a father, often talking to you about the things he’s going to do when your baby was finally born. He bought a lot of children’s books, telling you that he’s planning to read them a bedtime story every night so they might become as interested in books as he is. He will tell you how he’s going to teach them about the culture in Liyue and how he can’t wait to take them out, to show them the most beautiful places. Whenever he is talking about the future and about your baby, you can see a sparkle of happiness in his eyes and you can hear how proud he is from the way he speaks.

Diluc

Everyone knew that Diluc was not the most sincere person when it came to talking, especially not when they were involved with the Knights of Favonius. With you it had always been a different thing, you had gotten to know him when you first arrived in Mondstadt, even before you had made up the thought of joining the Knights. It was a quiet evening when you sat at the bar of Mondstadt’s tavern, Diluc casually working while he was, of course, not the best partner for a conversation. He had told you about some of the people in the city and recommended who you could talk to and who you should avoid if possible. You noticed his disliking for the Knights of Favonius right away, yet you did not dare to ask him about it back then. You visited him frequently at the tavern, pretending to be there for personal reasons rather than only to talk to him. Even after you had joined the Knights, Diluc still treated you the same as before. He told you that he did not like your decision but he somehow found a liking to talk to you which was the reason why he would ignore that small fact about you. After meeting up in the tavern for weeks, he had invited you to go on a date with him or asked you whether you wanted to at least meet him somewhere more private.

You had spent a lot of time with Diluc over the next few months, always making sure that you would stop by at the winery when you were around or him visiting you in town when you returned from a mission. You never needed words to describe your relationship, the both of you just knew that you belonged together. Whenever you were around Diluc was happy, outgoing and almost a man with a soft side. He made sure to never show this side of himself to anyone but you though, always making you laugh when he switched from being soft to being a meanie.

Diluc noticed it quickly when your behavior around him changed. You weren’t as outgoing anymore, often canceling your missions shortly before departing or asking someone else to go for you. It got to the point where even Kaeya asked him what had happened to you that you were often trying to avoid your responsibilities as a Knight. It was slowly getting to Diluc’s nerves, you suddenly changing this much and more than that, you not being around as much as you were before.

He had told his brother that he wanted to talk to you at the winery, for once finding it okay to ask Kaeya for a favor, something he would never usually do. You were surprised as the Cavalry Captain told you about his brothers message for you, a small shock running down your spine. You had tried to avoid to talk to Diluc for a while, yet you knew that he was far from being stupid and that he would see through your act right away.

Diluc was relieved to see you when you arrived at the winery in the evening, a soft smile planted on his lips as he welcomed you at the door before taking you up to his private apartment. You could feel your heart jump with joy upon seeing Diluc’s smile, the last few days had been unbearable as you had tried to stay away from him. Being able to look at him again, to feel his rough hand in yours as he led you through the building, it all made you feel utterly happy.

“I was almost afraid that I did something wrong that you weren’t visiting me anymore.” He spoke lowly before chuckling softly, squeezing your hand in his. “Would you like to drink anything?” He asked you as he let go of your hand, a small smile on your lips as you followed him through the apartment to the kitchen, your arms crossing in front of your chest. “I’ll be fine with grape juice.” You spoke as you leaned in the doorframe, Diluc stopping in his steps upon hearing your words. He looked at you confused and raised an eyebrow, tilting his head lightly to the side. “You sure you want no wine? It’s unsual for you to be satisfied with only juice..” He laughed shortly. Whenever you two met, wine was your usual go to drink but right now you didn’t think of it as properly and appropriate for your situation.

“Well, it’s not allowed to drink any alcohol when you’re pregnant, so I guess.. I have to go with grape juice.” You shrugged your shoulders playfully before taking the glass from his hand, his eyes growing big. He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing whether you were joking or not, stupidly both suited the situation. “Are you joking right now?” He almost whispered, his eyes focusing on yours as a bright smirk formed on your lips. Diluc could feel himself growing mad on the inside because you were playing with him but at the same time he felt a deep hope in his heart that you would tell him that you were not joking.

“I’m not joking, you’re going to be a father..” You mumbled, the smile never vanishing from your lips. You knew everything about Diluc’s complicated past but you also knew that he was going to be an excellent father no matter what. Adding to that he had often fantasized about becoming a father since your relationship had become more serious. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he listened to your words, placing down his glass before cupping your face in his hands, leaning in to quickly press a kiss to your lips. “I love you.” He whispered softly in between multiple small kisses, one of his arms wrapping around your hips to hold you close. “Thank you so much, my love. For everything. For coming into my life and changing everything to the better.”

Diluc is going to be as caring as he always is when it comes to you. Always making sure that he was around when you woke up and when you fell asleep. During the day he was often occupied with his own work but whenever you felt bad or asked him to stay with you, he did as you wished. He was more than happy about your pregnancy, the proud feeling of soon becoming a father storming through his veins. Whenever someone asked him about your pregnancy there was always warm smile on his lips as he stayed silent about the circumstances. He had no problem with letting anyone know about it as long as it did not put you into danger somehow.

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achillieus · 3 years

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we’re fools (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, a lot of sexual references, but also a lot of fluff, bucky and reader are in love, also bucky gets cheesy and he hates it

(other parts) (masterlist)

part 3/3:

Bucky thinks he fell in love on a Tuesday.

“This year, I’m gonna ask Peggy Carter out.” It’s the first day of their third semester and Steve is putting his black baseball cap in his perfect hair, checking his reflection on his phone screen. One of the freshman girls winks at him and he shyly half smiles.

Usually, Bucky would tease him about it, but now he’s attention is wholly on something else. Someone else.

A girl at the other end of the hall, holding a paper juice box, wearing a gaudy denim dress that stops right before her knees.

He’s certain he hasn’t seen her before and judging by the adrift look on her face he deduces she’s in her first year. Is she pretty? He can’t decide. She’s definitely something. And if he stares at her a bit longer than socially acceptable, well let’s say, it’s completely unintended.

“Buck, did you hear what I said?” Steve says at one point and Bucky isn’t sure for how long he has been lost in her figure.

“Yeah sure.” The girl starts walking at their direction -it must be your lucky day, Bucky-, clutching the golden heart jewel around her neck. She’s looking at the doors, she’s looking at the big campus map they have on the wall. She’s looking everywhere but at him and it’s almost offensive considering the amount of time he spent looking at her.

“I’m sorry,” And then she’s there standing a few steps behind Steve. Almost hidden behind his colossal demeanor. “I can’t seem to find the Admission Office.”

A small nervous laugh escapes her lips and Bucky watches the little wrinkles around her eyes, the subtle blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t look pretty. No. She looks consuming.

“Admission office is on the left, doll”. He replies a little too fast. He had to beat Steve. He had to talk to her.

She smiles at him and somehow, along that smile, Bucky thinks he fell in love. With you.

(bucky barnes has been in love with you for 563 days)

“Did you just kiss me?”

His voice is barely a whisper and his vision is blurry and it’s weird because suddenly he realizes how scared he’s of you. Of the power you have on him. An alarming craving. Every addiction he can’t control combined. Bucky isn’t afraid of many things, not exactly. But he’s afraid that you’ll take his heart and break it, if you want to. And he’s more afraid that he’ll just allow you to. He wonders, for the split of a second, if you have any idea how everything changed when your lips met his. How something inside of him shifted.

“I’m sorry,” You finally answer and he needs a moment to compose himself, “I’m so sorry I just thought-”

“Shut up, I’d died if you hadn’t kissed me.”

“What?”

It’s innocent and terribly oblivious, the way you ask him that and he half smiles, almost touches your palm before his mind stops racing. Ignores the alcohol in his body. Reminds him that he’s Bucky Barnes, that he’s clever and brilliant and a little bit narcissistic and that he doesn’t do love. Not anymore. And that people adore him for that. And that he needs to uphold it. At least try to.

“I’m not repeating that soppy thing I said,” He drawls and smirks, his teeth gleaming in the fluorescent light of the hall. He has his mask back on. He’s playing his part again. And then he takes a quick step, opens his door and turns around, swift motions and hard grips and suddenly your spine hits the walls of his room. “But you can repeat that sexy thing you did with your tongue.”

Bucky isn’t stupid. He knows he’d perish and wither in a blast if you asked him to, yet he would never admit that. At least not so fast. And specially not to you. He has built his persona so carefully, wore it like an armor, it has become a second skin.

His chapped lips scratch soft against your neck, his hands play with the end of your dress and you observe the way his orbs are colored darker now. He knows what he’s doing. It’s a show he’s practiced. His touch is sharp, like a razor, cuts through your epidermis, comes close to your veins and the muscles of your heart.

And you’re ready to close your eyes, savor every minute of it, offer yourself like an altar and let him wipe the rationality out of you, but the moment his fingers find the wet silk between your legs there’s pain and your throat dries out instantly.

“Bucky, wait.”

“What’s wrong doll?”

“Can we stop?”

There’s the cruel split of a moment where the anxiety inside of you flares up dangerously and you fill like on the edge of a cliff, like falling and it’s horrible. And then you see his body relax, breathing a sigh of relief and laughing.

“Thank God you asked.”

“Barnes,” you hit him with your elbow, “You’re doing wonders for my self esteem right now!”

“You’re an idiot,” he replies with a grimace, “It’s just that I’m drunk and I prefer if I’m not drunk when we have sex. I want to remember the whole thing.”

A strange sensation tingles somewhere between your ribs and your stomach, something so pure and new, and it raises goosebumps all over you. And you smile at him.

And somehow along that smile, Bucky’s mask starts to fall.

Bucky Barnes, you learnt within your first month in college, is a year older than you, a proud boy that always asks the right questions and always gives the right answers, with charms and wits of a living god.

Bucky Barnes, you learnt the night you kissed him in the narrow aisle, may have a sharp tongue but he also has the sweetest lips, soft and liqueur like.

Bucky Barnes, you learn some days later, doesn’t want many people to know about you two, and sits three tables away during lunch.

“Are you embarrassed of me?”

Your mind is racing with dozens of hurtful possibilities, some more or less, and Bucky looks at you, eyes widen and surprised.

“Why would I be embarrassed of you?”

“I don’t know,” you take the tea cup in your hands, drink and stay silent for a while, observe the way he’s fidgeting with his fingers, “Why else would you avoid me whenever there’s someone else but Sam around?”

It takes some time before he walks closer, sits next to you by his bedframe and touches your hand, your skin freezing under his.

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

Your heart almost stops, because Bucky is never scared, and his answer feels strangely heavy and bitter from his lips when he says, “I just don’t want anyone to ruin this.”

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t even smirk like he usually does, just stares at you with narrow eyes and a quick breath.

“Bucky, I hate it to break it to you,” you say, a glint of amusement in your voice, “But I don’t think others care that much about us.”

You cup his face in your hands, guide him backwards, his back hitting the pillow and it’s the first time he has no choice but to comply.

“And even if they do,” you breath in, wet your lips and tease the corner of his mouth with your finger, “It’s not our problem.”

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, shifts even closer to you, his heart not missing a beat. And when you kiss him, he smiles. And somehow along that smile, Bucky becomes more of himself.

It goes like this;

People read it in his eyes. How his gaze never leaves you even while you’re writing a test and he needs to concentrate, how he looks mesmerized when you braid your hair while scanning the textbook in front of you. How he could find you even in the middle of the biggest crowd.

People see it in your reactions. How your fingers always wrap around his wrist, almost instinctively, before he leaves, and you kiss him one time on the lips, and then one more on the cheek. How your voice changes as soon as he enters the room. How you’d know he’s here even without looking.

You really have to try to be oblivious to love.

(text messages between classes)

(10:26 AM) bucky: hey does taylor swift have to be playing in the background when we have sex

(10:27 AM) you: it’s not even noon bucky what the hell

(10:27 AM) bucky: i went through your spotify and APPARENTLY you have a “🍆🍆🍆” playlist

(10:27 AM) bucky: and it’s just taylor swift and hozier???

(10:27 AM) bucky: who the hell wants to have sex with a taylor swift song playing

(10:28 AM) you: I’m gonna kill you

(10:28 AM) bucky: nah <3

It’s surprisingly easy, dating Bucky Barnes, and by the end of the first month, you feel at home, at ease. He talks a lot, way more than you expected him to, he shares his favorites, the way he always underlines quotes he likes in the books he’s reading or how he never eats anything that has soy in it. He shows you everything about him, not just who he is, but who he’s ever been. And it’s beautiful.

And you observe how he breathes easier now, smiles more. He doesn’t keep his guard up, doesn’t flinch when nobody’s looking at him.

He thinks it’s weird.

He thinks it’s weird, because kissing has always been an act of foreplay to him and he never paid much attention, but now, with you, he could spend his whole life kissing you.

But when you start pulling at the buttons of his black expensive shirt, well, it’s not like he’s complaining. He presses his body against yours, his hands almost shaking, his fingers burying in your hair, slowly tugging.

“Bucky,” You breath in his neck, “I may be bad at this.”

“What?” He whispers as he leaves wet trails all the way to your chest.

“I haven’t done this before, so I may be bad at it.”

He stares right at your lips, notices your sweet cherry scent mixing with the sharp notes of his aftershave, touches the spot under your eyes and smiles.

“Guess we’ll have to do it over and over again then.” He’s half laughing, half kissing your shoulder and you can feel your cheeks flush and your entire being tighten.

And then his cold fingertips draw circles on your inner thighs and you close your eyes, and Bucky forgets how to breath.

“I probably sound like a fool but, I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t plan on saying it that early, but he’s here, warm and glistening and in your arms and you can’t go another minute without hearing the words out loud.

“And I probably sound competitive but, I’ve been in love with you since God knows when.”

(AH IT’S FINISHED BUT YAY THEY’RE IN LOVE)

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everything happens for a reason part 3 - zuko x fem!reader

I feel so much, I get carried away

part 2 | masterlist | part 4

a/n: enjoy the fluff in this chapter bc its not gonna last

once again for reference - this chapter takes place 2 years after the last one so y/n is 11 and zuko is 12

warning(s): eating/food, but otherwise its pure fluff

wc: 3.3k

chapter title comes from carried away by madison beer!

i ran out of kid zuko gifs so i had to make my own smh if you want something done you gotta do it yourself

The young friendship only flourished after that fateful day. Zuko and Y/N began spending almost all of their freetime together between Y/N teaching him about her culture, their usual talking in the hallways, and finding ways to hang out together outside of her schedule. She was absolutely delighted to be teaching Zuko though, so she always made sure there was time for her self proclaimed academy.

Y/N was constantly busy around the castle, so in order to hang out they had started waking up extra early — the pair had become experts at sneaking around the castle with the first rays of the sun. The gardens were a favourite because of its availability, and of course, the turtleducks. It also gave Y/N a chance to bend outside of healing, something that they began to take advantage of as they got older.

Sparring sessions became a regular between them as a way for Y/N to get some practice with martial bending, Zuko to experience fighting against a waterbender, and just another way for them to spend time together. Of course, they had to keep it as quiet as possible to avoid alerting anyone of their presence, but that became the least of their worries over time.

They each pushed each other to be better, and with Y/N’s healing skills, they were able to walk away every morning without any injuries. But after discovering a very unfair advantage that the prince held, she decided that morning sparring just wasn’t enough.

(“Firebending gets stronger in the morning,” he had told her after a particularly brutal blast resulting in some emergency bending on Y/N’s part to extinguish a tree. “My teachers always say that we rise with the sun.”

“Well,” she had said with a smile. “We rise with the moon. You just signed yourself up for some late night sparring sessions.”)

Y/N had truly started to come into her own. It had been two years since her capture, and though she had in no way made peace with her life in the Fire Nation, she was trying to take advantage of it as much as she could. Even though she despised being at the beck and call of nobles and guards, she couldn’t deny the opportunities it gave her to hone her abilities. Her healing had improved tenfold and her martial bending wasn’t too shabby either. Between all of the time spent with Zuko and practicing her bending, she was able to distract herself from her dim reality.

But the world was a cruel, cruel place, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. It didn’t treat souls like Zuko and Y/N kindly, a fact that they would soon become aware of.

In the moment though, Y/N was more focused on not getting burnt.

She twirled to the side as a small flame shot past her, just barely managing to dodge it as she bent a stream of water out from the pond and sent it at Zuko. He turned it to steam as he blocked it with his own fire, which he then sent back at her with a combination of a punch and a kick. Y/N raised her hands and bent up a large wall of water from the pond, and with a small grunt on her part, sent it flying towards Zuko. He tried to conjure up his own fire shield in an effort to extinguish the water once more, but it was too little too late and he ended up getting knocked to the ground and completely drenched.

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from her lips as Zuko wiped water off of his face, sputtering incoherently while he pushed himself up. “Did you really have to do that?” he complained.

“You know I do.” She grinned as she walked around the pond to his side, cracking her knuckles before she began to bend the water out of his clothes. “This was in the morning, too. Admit it, I’m getting better!”

He cracked a smile of his own. “You really are. I just wish that you getting better didn’t end up in me getting soaked every time.”

She bent the water she had extracted from his clothes back into the pond and held out her hand to help him up from the ground, which he took gratefully. “That just makes it more fun.”

As she helped pull him up, Y/N found herself more than a little transfixed. The rays of the rising sun shone down on him perfectly, and the smile still on his lips made her feel flutter bats in her stomach.

Y/N didn’t know when she had started seeing Zuko in a different light than usual. When his laughs became melodious, his smile like a ray of sunshine on its own, his company coveted. While she was usually able to trade verbal jabs with him without a second thought, doing her self-assigned job of keeping him humble, something had changed in the past year.

They grew steadily closer over the years after they had met, but one event in particular all but pushed Zuko into her arms.

Ursa’s banishment.

Of course, they didn’t know that she had been banished. No one aside from Ozai knew the true nature of her disappearance — to her children and the other inhabitants of the palace, it was just that. A disappearance.

It was suspicious, yes. All in the span of a day, Princess Ursa vanished, Fire Lord Azulon mysteriously perished, and Ozai took his place, but nothing could be done. It was a somber day for every servant — Ursa showed them a kindness that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the palace, and to rub salt in the wound, a man just as cruel as Azulon had risen to the throne.

Zuko was devastated. He had always been close with his mother, and the only thing she had given him before leaving was a short goodbye and a kiss. He was angry beyond belief at the abandonment, and that anger overshadowed his grief.

Y/N tried to help him, but he lashed out at her.

“Your mother is still here and she loves you! Mine left me like I was nothing. Don’t try and say you know how I feel.”

“But my father is gone. I do know how you feel Zuko, and I want to help you, but I can’t help you if you keep pushing me away.”

“…you don’t know anything.”

It hurt, but she knew he needed space. She gave it to him, letting him brew alone and take out his anger however necessary, but let him know that the door was open when he was ready to talk.

He did — he had apologized for what he said and she accepted, and Zuko ended up spilling every emotion he had to her over the next few weeks. She listened, offered advice when she could, and made Zuko feel a little bit less alone in the scheme of it all. It was a horrible experience, but it brought them closer together, and the prince was eternally thankful that he had a friend to help him through the ordeal.

The night that he came to her room, admitting that he was hurting and asking for her help — Y/N thinks that was the moment she fell for him. She cursed herself at the time for developing feelings for her only friend in the palace, but over time she learned to cover them up. She had to remember her place.

She understood her role, but it got harder and harder to keep up with it the more time she spent with Zuko — this moment was no exception.

“Yeah, yeah. I just hold back because I don’t want to burn you.”

“Liar!” she exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “You forget that I can heal myself if anything goes wrong. Besides, I know you’d never burn me. I trust you.”

Zuko smiled and smoothed his clothes back down, the only sign of their sparring session now gone. “Good, because I trust you too. No matter how many times you totally drench me.”

She snorted as she started to walk back to the palace. “Like I said, that just makes it more fun. And as fun as it has been completely crushing you in combat, duty calls.”

He sighed, giving a reluctant nod as he started to follow her — then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed her arm to stop them. “Wait, how much work do you have today?”

Y/N thought for a few seconds then shrugged. “Dunno, it varies. I got stuck working with Jaysa all this morning, so that’s going to take forever, I have my usual healing lessons with Master Rika after, and then I usually just end up going around with whatever else comes my way for the rest of the day.” She grinned and lowered her voice as if the subject of the matter could somehow hear her. “I’ve been working on a dress for my mother in secret because her birthday is coming up soon, so the free time I get between my shifts that isn’t spent with you has been going towards that.”

Zuko gaped. “You’re making her a dress all on your own, with no help? How?”

She held up her hands with a proud smile. “These things are good for waterbending, sewing, and hitting best friends.”

He gave her a sideways grin at that. “I’m your best friend?”

Y/N snickered and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, dummy. You’re like, the only person that likes me in this whole nation. Of course you’re my best friend.”

“Well…” he started. “Would a best friend like to break the rules even more tonight?”

Her eyes lit up in turn, completely betraying her excitement despite her attempt to look nonchalant about it. “That depends — what d’you have in mind?”

He grinned and leaned forward, dropping his voice to a whisper as he spoke in her ear. “So, after you finish work for the night, we…”

It was a struggle to get through all of her work after the plan that she and Zuko had formulated — sure, they broke the rules all the time. The basis of their entire friendship was breaking the rules, but this was going farther than they ever had before. Y/N wasn’t thinking about the consequences though, she was thinking about the journey — that was her first mistake.

She had rushed through all of her chores with Jaysa, hardly paid attention in her healing lessons, and made quick work of the rest of her day until she was finally able to meet up with Zuko at one of the various servant entrances that she had shown him.

“You’re finally here!” he exclaimed, his body buzzing with nervous energy. “I thought you were never gonna come.”

“Some of us actually have work to get done, mister crown prince,” she joked as she bumped his shoulder with hers. “But that doesn’t matter — let’s get going before someone catches us! I don’t want it to get too dark either.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Zuko reassured. “My dad is in war meetings all day, no one is going to catch us. Now come on!”

Zuko pushed open the door, grabbed her hand, and began to pull her along. A laugh fell from her lips as they ran, unable to stop herself from casting a cautionary glance behind them as they got farther from the palace. Y/N tried to push her worries out of her mind — like she had told Zuko earlier, she trusted him.

That was her second mistake.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak past the guards around the wall and just as quick to get through Royal Caldera, and before Y/N knew it, they had arrived in the city.

It was nothing like she had ever seen before.

The village she had grown up in was miniscule compared to anything in the Fire Nation, and she was especially awestruck upon entering the city. As home to more middle class citizens than anything, it was a bustling marketplace filled with workers and nobles alike — if she hadn’t been preoccupied with the stars in her eyes, she would’ve been able to see the way Zuko was absolutely beaming at her.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand once again as he began to walk — at a much more moderate pace than their run here — down the streets. “There’s so much here that I wanna show you. Have you ever been out here?”

She shook her head, allowing herself to gawk at her surroundings while they went down the street. “We aren’t really allowed to leave the palace since we’re technically still prisoners, just… ones that work. My mother always had to give her money to one of the other servants so that when they went out to buy their things, they could pick some stuff up for us as well. This is all totally new.”

Once again, a frown found its way onto Zuko’s face, but only for a split second before he pointed at a stall opposite to them. “Oh— there’s a fruit stand! Come on, you have to try this.”

Y/N let Zuko pull her over to the stand, looking at the array of fruits on display while Zuko conversed with the merchant. A few silver pieces later and they were walking away with a basket of produce — miraculously, the prince hadn’t been recognized, so she figured he wouldn’t need a disguise. Third mistake.

“Here,” he said, offering her a mango from the basket. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Fire Nation mango.”

She took the fruit from him and bit into it, her eyes immediately widening as she turned on Zuko. “Tui’s gills, this is delicious! You’re telling me that you people just have this on hand but we don’t get any of it?”

He shrugged and took a fig from the basket as Y/N wiped some juice off of her chin. “There’s a reason I’ve helped you break into the kitchens so many times. Now, where do you wanna go next?”

The pair spent the next couple of hours browsing the marketplace, enjoying their day on the Fire Lord’s coin. Zuko was more than happy to show Y/N parts of his culture after all she had taught him, and she was more than happy to experience it. They had been able to buy lanterns for the upcoming Festival of Szeto, purchase their own blends of tea leaves, and of course Zuko insisted on getting fire flakes and gummies.

(Y/N thought he was insane. Why in the world would the Fire Nation want to make food that hurt them on purpose? She was going to stick with her newfound love for mangoes.)

But Zuko hadn’t even brought her to the best part yet.

“Can I open my eyes now?” She asked, her anxious tone betraying her curiosity.

“Now you can.” Y/N was met with Zuko’s grin and as she focused on the stand in front of them, she had to make a conscious effort to not gape.

Zuko had brought her to a sewing stand with all the threads, fabrics, and silks that she could dream of in all kinds of colors. She immediately rushed forward, unable to stop herself from running her hands over and through each and every piece of material — she was in a seamstress’s heaven.

“I take that as a sign you like it?” Zuko asked happily.

“Oh, definitely,” she confirmed, still completely caught up in all the choices. “This is so much better than all the material we’re given to work with!”

“That’s why I brought you here. I thought you could get some stuff for yourself, and some stuff to help with the dress you’re making for your mom. I don’t really know how sewing works, but I thought that this was one way I could help.”

“That is so sweet of you!” she gushed. “Thank you so much — you should probably get around to some of the other stalls because I… I think I’m gonna be here for a while.”

Zuko laughed and fished out of a couple of golden pieces then set them in her hand. “That’s okay. I’ll meet you over by the steps; we can watch the sunset together.”

They nodded as parting gifts and each was enveloped in their tasks; Y/N beginning to ask the merchant questions about everything at their stand and Zuko off to entertain himself for a few more minutes.

Soon enough, Y/N had her own small bundle of silks and fabrics, her mind already going off in a million different ways of how she could incorporate it into the design. She found Zuko sitting on the steps and as she took her own seat next to him, he handed her another mango.

“Did you find everything you wanted?” She nodded and hummed gratefully as she accepted the fruit, taking a bite as her eyes fell on the skyline in front of them.

“I had a really great time today, Zuko. I really can’t thank you enough for taking me out here. I… I think I forgot what it was like to feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“...happy.” She paused for a second before allowing herself to meet his eyes. “All the time I spend with you in the palace… It’s one of the only times that I really do feel happy. And being out here today, getting to walk around where I wanted and buy things and just— I feel free, Zuko. And that means everything to me.”

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she turned away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that—“

Zuko gently reached out for her hand, drawing her attention back to him and the soft smile on his face.

“Well… I care about you. You’re nice to me, and you take time out of your day to help me which you don’t have to do. This is just me trying to pay you back for all you’ve done to help me. We can do this more often — whenever my dad’s busy.”

Her own smile grew on her lips and she nodded as she laced her fingers with his. “I care about you too. And.. I’d like that.”

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and together, they watched the sunset over the city.

There was no place either of them would rather be.

Y/N and Zuko made their way back to the palace as quickly as they could after realizing how late it had gotten. Y/N was sure that she was going to get the talking-to of her life after what she had done, but she was almost giddy after what had just happened. She could deal with any of Kura’s consequences later — right now the only thought in her mind was the feeling of Zuko’s hand in hers.

The night had been nothing short of perfect. She had felt freer than ever before out there in the city with Zuko, and knowing that he reciprocated the feelings she had for him was enough to make her heart burst. She cared for him, and he cared for her.

Of course, there was that nagging question of how they would continue now that their friendship had morphed into something more, but once again — it was something she would deal with later. Her fourth and final mistake.

But as a guard turned the corner, Y/N realized she might not get the chance. She quickly let go of Zuko’s hand and tucked it under the bundle of fabric, hoping that the gesture of affection had been missed by the man.

If he had noticed, he showed no sign of it. He stopped in front of them, a gruff voice speaking from behind the mask with words that made her heart stop.

“Prince Zuko, the Fire Lord has requested an audience with you.”

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80s4life · 3 years

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You Take Good Care Of Her Pt.1

Word Count: 1,416

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: The Expendables {1-3}

A/N: So this was one of my writings I have on my Wattpad, and decided to have it brought over here to Tumblr. This isn't my best work, but it's okay I guess.

Relationship: Lee Christmas x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Barney Ross are half siblings. With their lives not being easy, the only people they had were each other, Barney raising her as his own. But, that all changes when she decides to serve our country, earning many scars outsiders will never see. When she returns however, she might actually get the happy ending Barney and her have always dreamed of.

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst

Masterlist The Expendables Masterlist Part Two

{Not my gif}

For the next few years, with Barney's extensive training and knowledge with hand-to-hand combat, how to quick draw a weapon, and how to know how to use it, Y/N had become a strong woman. Y/N never understood how or why he knew these things, but yet again, she never doubted her brother for a second. Barney has always been there for her, as he was now, teaching her self defense in the best way possible.

After Y/N had graduated high school, she joined the army, starting out as a nurse but quickly changing ranking when a horrific war came in, needing her well hidden skills. Barney was proud of his little Gumdrop, the nickname he had given her from the day she was born, but he would be lying if he didn't say he was the least bit nervous. He knew she could handle herself, especially when Y/N had even made it a point in learning all different types of weapons, perfecting Barney's signature skills, and going way beyond anything either of them could imagine. Barney was almost like a proud father.

To say that military didn't change a thing about a person would've been a full-faced lie. It had made you hard, cold to the touch, maybe in the worst ways selfish, too. Y/N was never one to put herself first, but in the military world, although you are all fighting alongside each other as a team, the main point was for you to take care of yourself and only focus on keeping yourself alive; no one else mattered on the battlefield.

Y/N had started to write a diary, trying to keep herself from driving off the deep end into insanity. She was lonely, something that was expected in this way of life. Battle was a different world, a separate one from the world of the more fortunate ones, the ones not in war. Y/N had made a few friends, but as the wars raged on outside, they slowly died off, scaring her, and not wanting to have to hurt as much as she does because of how much she cares.

But after all, nothing is permanent. No one stays forever, and that made Y/N miss her brother all the more. As she writes in her diary, she also wrote letters home to Barney, those that could have a range of time before getting a response back. After all, Barney was stuck on missions, making a group called the Expendables, and spending so much time up just to not be alone, worrying for his baby sister, and if she will actually come home alive.

After 10 years, Y/N was able to return home, different, but whole. Barney, who had responded a few weeks before, had been the first to see her come down the escalator of the airport, more than ready to feel whole again, to have his family back. When she had spotted him, she practically tackled anyone in her way, almost tripping down the steps to get to her brother. With a lunge and a jump, she crushed her older brother in a rib shattering hug, tears of joy not only pouring out of her eyes, but his too, although he'd never admit to it. Clearing his throat he said, "Let's get you home Gumdrop."

After loads of catching up, Barney told her there were people he wants her to meet, as he was going to show her what he had spent so much time training her for, to be one with the boys, the Expendables. Barney had blabbed about what it is he had done on the ride before entering Tool's shop, which is what made Y/N so eager to meet the rest of the gang, knowing what and who they were before they even entered her life.

The first person she met was Tool, an older man with a rugged smile, warm eyes, streaked hair, and a creative eye for everything he sees. Y/N enjoyed him and took a close liking to him immediately, becoming a weird yet funny father she never had. She was caught up in a conversation with Tool, missing the warm smile her brother had as he watched his sister find someone so alike to her, talk to her, and share interests that normal fathers would, even if it wasn't by blood. Then, multiple other men filled the room of Tool's tattoo shop, the smell of testosterone, grease, and smoke filling the room as the roaring of motorcycle engines came pouring in, soon shutting off.

Barney and Tool introduced Y/N to every person of the group before they all spread out and did their own thing. Toll Road, one of the members, had talked to her, being kind and gentle, a total opposite of his professional career choice. After that, Y/N had made her rounds, talking to everyone: Gunnar Jensen, quiet, handsome, tall, and quite funny. Yin Yang, small, quick-witted, loyal, and very caring. Hale Caesar, the most hilarious person Y/N had ever met, very playful, and a lot of fun to hang out with. She had met everyone, except one; Lee Christmas.

A few times during the night, their eyes had met, as if it were electric that made them shudder and stare on many occasions. But, although many looks were made, he had made it his duty to avoid her like the plague. "But why?" was a constant thought that crossed her mind.

As time passed, Y/N had become just one of the guys, squeezing her tiny self into the little family they had all made. Tool had given her her own specialty Expendables tattoo to make it official too. Decorating it with vines and flowers, "Matching your personality," Tool would tell her, "Beautiful and delicate alongside other flowers in a bundle, yet hard and piercing when messed with by the wrong hands." Y/N enjoyed her tattoo all the much more, taking his words to heart and placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. She never realized the eyes that watched her so calmly from afar though.

What Y/N didn't know was how Lee actually felt, and that was a charge he knew was on him. It never stopped him from getting jealous though, stiffening as he watched her every moves. He had fallen for her soft Y/E/C eyes, and Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair that only she could make beautiful the second he met her. He would talk to her every now and then, but always kept his distance, knowing exactly who she belonged to. Barney would have his ass hit by a train if he ever touched her, and that was because she had gone through so much already, Barney not wanting anymore pain in her life.

Despite his attempts, he knew he wouldn't ever be able to resist her, and for that, he didn't care what he had to go through, he was going to have her. Because she was his, and he was hers, no matter who knew.

To be continued...

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ijustwant2write · 3 years

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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic) (Part 2)

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Part 1

Masterlist

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Summary: Benedict and Eloise both anticipate Lady (Y/N)’s social event, as does their mother, causing tensions to rise and panic to ensue. Benedict doesn’t want his mother ruining what he may have with (Y/N), asking Eloise for her help, who gladly plays the role of a good sister.

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), mentions of Anthony Bridgerton and Violet Bridgerton

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

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Benedict hastily moved around the house, avoiding his mama at all costs. She called out his name repeatedly, growing frustrated at his childish manner. He was supposed to discuss a plan with her about how he should prepare to court Lady (Y/N), but he knew better; his mama knew nothing of (Y/N) (he admitted, he still had much to learn about her too), and he didn’t want his chance to slip away. Although he was confident at her house when he called upon her, there was a sickening doubt looming in his mind that if he did anything wrong, another suitor could easily take his place.

“You have no where else to hide brother.” Anthony smirked, his eyes skimming over the top of his newspaper.

Benedict sighed, accepting defeat. She would find him in a matter of minutes, especially since Anthony’s office was the last place she would look.

“Please, just let me stay her for a few moments.” Benedict begged.

Anthony chuckled, putting down the papers as he reclined in his chair.“Oh dear, I see things are turning serious quite quickly.”

“Yes, which wouldn’t be a problem if mama wasn’t making this such a big ordeal.”

“But it is to her.”

Benedict knew this.“I know that, because someone hasn’t found a woman to marry, so it then falls onto my shoulders.”

“I haven’t seen you so anxious before. Sit down, try to relax.”

Benedict took his offer, practically collapsing into the chair on the other side of the desk. Anthony stood, pouring out a drink each and handing one to Benedict. Though not one to drink in the early afternoon, he gladly sipped at it, wishing he would just calm down.

“Besides mama, what is going on in that head of yours?” Anthony asked.

He genuinely wanted to help. He felt a slight guilt knowing that his mama was more excited about this possible partnership, seeing as he never gave her the satisfaction of even socialising with women.

“I worry that I may not be enough for (Y/N).” he said.“Of course, I have talked to women, I know the right things to say, but I also know that I will not want to engage in further conversation. Whereas with (Y/N), she intrigues me, so much that even after we danced and talked for hours, I still felt like I hardly spent any time with her. I thought about every word I said, listened intently to everything that poured out of her mouth. There are no other women like her.”

Anthony didn’t speak for a few seconds.“You should write poems alongside your art work.”

Benedict groaned, about to stand when Anthony stopped him.

“I am teasing you brother. Look, it’s extremely obvious that you have fallen for this woman. Putting feelings aside for a moment, she also comes from a well off family with a respectable background, so you’ve done very well in that department. This art exhibition will allow me to also see what Lady (Y/N) and her family are like, as well as keep mama away from you both as much as I can.”

“You would do that for me?”

“You seem shocked. I will pretend not to be offended.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I know that you too do not like to be....bothered by mama at these events. No doubt she’ll talk to you about my potential courtship all night.”

The door opened as he finished speaking, Violet popping her head in. Her smile widened when she saw both her sons in the same room, now able to speak with them both about Lady (Y/N). Anthony and Benedict shared a look, knowing they would be there for some time.

Elsewhere in the house, Eloise was suffering through a conversation with Hyacinth. As Daphne had to endure, Hyacinth was questioning her older sister, wanting to know everything there was to know about the balls they attended. She wanted to make sure she had all the knowledge she needed when it was her turn to debut. They never spoke of these things in front of her or Gregory and she wanted all the answers. However, Eloise was not revealing anything, and making it seems that everything to do with debuting was awful.

“Go away and pester somebody else.” Eloise huffed as she descended the stairs away from her sister.

“Why are you always so mean to me? I’m just asking questions!” Hyacinth protested.

Eloise felt guilty, especially since Hyacinth was still young and didn’t understand many things about the world yet.“I’m sorry, but I’m not the best person to ask these questions.”

“Why don’t you want to get married?”

“If I explain, you won’t understand.”

“Yes I will!”

“You won’t Hyacinth.”

“You’re so mean!”

The young girl stomped off, having a tantrum to herself. Eloise did feel bad for being so snappy with her sister, but she really didn’t like talking about these things, doing all she could to avoid it where possible. It just made her feel miserable. And who wants to dote on a topic that eliminates all happiness from them?

However, Eloise did find that she was excited about the art exhibition. She was curious as to how (Y/N) and her brother’s encounter would go. For a moment, she felt like her mama. It sent shudders down her spine. It was nice to have the pressure and attention off of her, and to see her brothers in the spotlight. She knew too many friends with brothers who had it easier than the women of the family. Of course they had certain expectations, but Eloise did not see any men parading around in uncomfortable, tight dresses, with over the top embellishments and feathers.

The remaining days leading up to the art exhibition were filled with dress and suit fittings, lessons on the (Y/L/N) family, and making sure everyone knew how important this day could be. Benedict grew more and more nervous as it approached, his mama making him realise that this could be a turning point in his life. Before this was all about him being excited to see (Y/N), to be in her company again, now it was as if he was proposing to her.

Eloise stepped out into the garden, welcoming the warmth that was still lingering at this time of night. She couldn’t sleep, knowing what was on her mind, but not wanting to admit it. She wasn’t surprised to see Benedict already on the swing set, secretly smoking as they had both done before. A small smile appeared on her face as she approached him, making sure to create some sort of noise as to not startle him.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one being kept awake.” she said as she sat down.

“I haven’t even tried to sleep yet.” Benedict said before inhaling through his cigarette again.

“Is someone nervous?” she wasn’t teasing him, she was concerned.

“Yes.” he surprisingly said.“I’m nervous because mother has made me believe everything is depending on this next meeting. Yet she forgets how long Daphne took to decide who she was marrying.”

“You shouldn’t be nervous.”

“And why is that?”

“Because (Y/N) likes you.”

Benedict chuckled."Ah, I forgot you were the expert on such topics."

"I may not know a lot about...feelings and love, but I am not a fool. I saw the way your eyes lit up when you first saw her. (Y/N) was practically speechless too. But not like the other women who fawn over the Bridgerton name, she actually liked you for your face, for some reason. I don't know, it just seemed that there was something natural between you."

"Eloise Bridgerton, what a doting thing to say."

"I am trying to be nice to you brother."

"I know. And I appreciate it, but...I feel at ease with (Y/N), and I don't like the thought of mother's eyes burning into the back of my head. Anthony has said that he will do what he can to help, but I fear that mother will not be totally distracted by him. She’ll know his sudden interest will be fake.”

Eloise had an idea, and even if she didn’t want to go through with it, she knew it would help Benedict.“I will regret saying this, but I shall help too. I will make sure mama is paying attention to me, I’ll let her drag me around and indulge in hideously, dull conversations.”

Benedict had been shocked for the second time that day. Two of his siblings, both detesting the thought of marriage, had offered to suffer through this social event in order to give him time with (Y/N).

“What has happened to you two today?” Benedict asked.

“We are merely being charitable. Hopefully you return the favour in future. God knows I’ll be in need of saving soon.”

(Y/N) was all a flutter on the morning of the exhibition. Her mother had bought a new dress just for this, wanting to impress the Bridgerton family, prepping their halls and rooms for the exhibition for the last week. (Y/N)’s father was proud of what he had created, and that his daughter may be on her way to marrying a family who were held highly in their society. (Y/N) couldn’t focus at all, relieved that her maids were the ones in charge of getting her dressed and ready for the day; if left to her own devices, she surely would have put her dress on backwards.

Guests streamed in, but (Y/N) was only on the lookout for one person. She remained polite, trying to stay in the moment as more and more people arrived. However, she still kept an eye out for Benedict, also staying on her toes. She had many things in mind to say to him, and she wanted to keep them in her mind. There was no way she was going to humiliate herself.

Her heart started beating a thousand times faster when she saw Benedict enter the main hall, the one holding the biggest and most expensive pieces of art. She smiled, and somehow it grew even bigger when he made eye contact with him. His smile was so sweet, it made you fall for his charms even more. Benedict felt his stomach twist in anticipation, desperate to have just a few moments with (Y/N). Alas, that did not come when his mama latched onto his arm, steering him in (Y/N)’s direction. Although he wanted to speak with her, he found it all rather forceful, especially when (Y/N)’s parents suddenly appeared behind her.

Formal introductions were made, each set of parents making small talk about the last time they were in each others company. (Y/N) and Benedict were silent, nodding along with what was being said as they sneaked glances at each other. The conversation was dragging for them, they knew their parents wanted to figure out if this could be a potential arrangement. It didn’t seem that they were going to stop talking at any point, neither child wanting to be rude, until Eloise intruded.

“Pardon me,” she started, sending a subtle smile to Benedict,“mama, I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“Ah, another Bridgerton. The next daughter to find a suitor, I presume?” (Y/N)’s mother beamed.

Eloise hid the urge to frown. Luckily her mother stepped in.“Yes, this is Eloise. I’m sorry darling, I did not mean to leave you stranded.”

“Yes, well, shall we?” Eloise tugged at her mother’s arm.

“Alright dear. It was lovely to see you both again.”

As Violet eagerly followed Eloise, (Y/N)’s parents also dispersed. Benedict and (Y/N) were now finally together, just as they had wished; so why did it suddenly feel awkward?

“Well, that seemed to easy.” Benedict cleared his throat.

“What was?” (Y/N) asked.

“Getting rid of them.” he grinned, holding out his arm.

(Y/N) smiled back, happy to hold onto him.“I was trying to come up with something to say that would not be rude, but would also mean we could leave. I hope that it wasn’t obvious I wanted to leave.”

“Even if it was, I doubt they would care too much. We both know they are over excited.”

“Oh how right you are. I’m assuming your mother has been acting the same as mine this whole week?”

“Overbearing? Overthinking? Over-”

(Y/N) giggled.“Yes, yes, I do not wish to dote on the memory. I am happy that you are here though Benedict.”

“You are?”

“I am.”

The pair’s arms stayed linked as (Y/N) guided Benedict around the art work. Sometimes they joined other conversations, though liked to keep to themselves. It was easy to bond over artwork, especially since it was a passion both of them had. There were no pauses or silences after a few minutes of talking, conversation flowed naturally between them. Men and women also searching for suitors were jealous; a Bridgerton boy had been swept up all too quickly and (Y/N) had been a popular choice amongst the men. However, people could not deny they made a fitting pair.

"Come, let me show you something." (Y/N) muttered to Benedict, easily slipping away from the crowds and leaving the room.

"We really shouldn't be alone (Y/N)." Benedict said, even though this was all he had been wanting.

(Y/N) had a cheeky smile on her face as she tugged on his arm, her steps gradually getting quicker. Benedict didn't even take in her elaborate house, only looking at her beautiful face every time she glanced up at him. They stopped before two grand doors, which (Y/N) cautiously opened, slipping inside with Benedict close behind her.

In the middle of the room was a huge painting covered by a fine piece of cloth. Benedict was confused why (Y/N) brought him to this, until she let go of his hand (him instantly missing the feeling), and theatrically pulled the piece of fabric down. Benedict's jaw dropped as the piece was revealed. He had never seen a painting like it.

It was a large, landscape painting of a ballroom. It captured dancing pairs in the middle of some sort of waltz, musicians huddled in the corner whilst the other guests stood watching; and it was so intricate, Benedict guessed it must have taken the artist months to complete it. All the colours, the detail, it almost looked real.

"This is amazing." he breathed out.

(Y/N) was happy when she saw Benedict's shock."Isn't it? It's supposed to be revealed later, but I wanted to see your expression properly."

"Who painted it?"

"I don't know. Father said he is going to inform everyone later, but it is a new artist. I just think they're work is dazzling to look at. I become mesmerised."

Benedict's focus changed back to (Y/N)."Yes, that does tend to happen."

She didn't notice that he was referring to her, nodding along in agreement. Her smile faltered slightly, which Benedict was able to see immediately.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he neared her, hating the gap that was created

(Y/N) covered her slip up, as her mother had told her."I'm sorry, it's really nothing..." she started, but found herself relaxed, and wanting to tell Benedict all her problems."It's only that...I used to paint frequently, well, I sketched more, though I enjoyed both. Like all girls, my mother told me to stop that and focus on becoming the most desired lady in society. I shouldn't have even told you about that when we first met."

"That's what made me desire you (Y/N)."

She blushed, realising how intense his gaze was."Oh, Lord Bridgerton-"

"What's with all the formalities all of a sudden?"

"I-I don't know. I don't want to ruin anything and it's only our second meeting. Third if you count when you called upon me."

"And I called upon you for a very good reason."

"I was wishing that everyone else would leave, so I could spend more time with you."

Benedict loved hearing her say that."As did I."

Subconsciously they had moved closer, though they both knew what they were doing. Benedict reached down to tenderly hold her hands, causing her heart to beat erratically. (Y/N) had no idea what to do, she only had experience from the books she read. It seemed simple enough to kiss someone, but also the hardest thing in the world. How much pressure should she apply? How long should they kiss for? Where would she put her hands? Where would he put his hands? She didn't have anytime to think as he was already leaning in towards her.

Eloise and Anthony were finding it extremely hard to keep the fake smiles plastered on their faces. Benedict was really in for it once this was all over. Their mama had kept a tight grip on them both, because as soon as they saw their chance to flee, they would. Both had to suffer through extremely long, boring and repetitive conversations, listening to parents boast about their children's achievements. Everyone knew how this worked, yet they all had to pretend to be happy about it.

"Where is Benedict? He's been away for a long time." their mama pondered as they took a break for refreshments.

"He's probably wooing Lady (Y/N), just as you wanted." Eloise slurped on her drink.

"Do not fret mother, he knows what he's doing. He truly likes her and will be doing all he can to...well, yes, woo her." Anthony said.

"I suppose you are right. It feels strange that one of my children are making an effort for once."

Eloise huffed."Oh, do not chastise us mama. We've been doing this all afternoon, haven't we?"

Violet squinted her eyes at them, suspicious that they were up to something. She was about to question it, but stopped herself. They were doing what she always wanted, finding someone to spend their future with. She wouldn't jeopardise that. Lucky for them, a servant announced that Lord (Y/L/N) requested for everyone's presence inside. The guests were intrigued, following orders and grabbing full glasses of whatever quenched their thirst. Eloise and Anthony had got away with their plan for now, they just hoped Benedict and (Y/N) had had enough time together.

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