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moochalove · 5 months

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Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Part 4-5)(Final)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

Did you know they call me the yappinator? Anyways i’ve been meaning to finish it but i’ve been busy w school but now i have the time so i will be yapping away more (posting a little more)🗣️ Get cozy bcs this is long asf!

Reader is bi-icon! (+ trauma) If imma be fr, the beginning is a little off bcs i wrote it weeks ago (im lazy and i will not fix it🥶) ANYWAYS ILL STOP YAPPING! TY FOR READING 🤭 (if u do😡)

word count: Pretty fucking long ❤️

proofread: HELL NO! 😋 fill in the gaps/mistakes for me pls🫶

TW: Stockholm syndrome

Arriving at the mall you think about making a break for it but these heels prevent you from doing so. With enough for the heel would surely snap though… Noted. Reaching for the door handle you’re stopped and pulled into a kiss. It’s a little uncomfortable but you play it off with a smile, “Don’t worry Kazu, I’m not gonna run off~” “I know darling, but this is the start of our new life so allow me to take the lead. Don’t worry your pretty mind about anything.” With that, he places one last peck onto your face. Once again, he is opening the door for you and you guiding you to the some shops. Immediately you notice his firm grip on your waist, and it’s uncomfortable. He said you would be buying clothes but you now realize he meant he was picking clothes FOR you. You’re in the dressing room and he has you trying on all these cute coquette clothing. It feels a little uncomfortable but you try to get used to the feeling of the outfits. Some are loose, and some are tighter. In your mind, you already knew which ones you liked based on the texture, design, etc..

Whenever you came out to show off an outfit you felt like a real couple. Showing off your outfit and making comments, no matter what you wore he seemed to agree it looked good on you, even if you didn’t think so. Something feels wrong about this but you can’t help but smile when he looks at you so adoringly.

You guys go to about three more shops, all of them having a different theme. By the time you were done, it was mid-afternoon. Both of your feet were killing you… not to mention you were hungry… You both agree to stop and get something to eat.

You arrive at a very familiar restaurant… Weren’t you just here? When was that though? If it was important surely you’d remember!

•

Scaramouche was frantic, to say the least. You weren’t answering his messages… Has something happened? He needs to get to you asap, but how? What if you’ve been removed from your home? If it came to it he could ask his mother to track you down, since she had that kind of power.

Knocking on the door he’s anxious, and hoping he would be met with a bright smile and worried hushing telling him that you were okay. After about a minute he knocks on your room window… No reply. Should he wait around? No, that’ll take too long. After some contemplation, he decides to reach out to his mom.

They have a long talk before she eventually caves. It feels like it’s been forever since she’s seen her child and when he comes back he’s on an adventure trying to get his girlfriend back. She didn’t think situations like that existed but he’s shown her the possibilities are endless. The way he talked about you so dearly gave her the impression you were a thing. Since she’s such a good and caring mother, it’s the least she can do for her future daughter!

Maybe he should’ve emphasized that you were just friends even though he wished for more

From what some super normal and not shady people told him, you were last seen at that restaurant you both had visited yesterday. Why were you there? That didn’t matter right now! Furrowing his eyebrows he sat there and thought long and hard. How was he going to get to you? Kazuha would most likely be glued to your side so directly approaching was out of the question. Could he signal you to him from afar? No, that probably won’t work… Pounding his forehead slightly he couldn’t form a good plan.

“You seem troubled, Doll.” A sly finger guided itself through his short purple locks.

“What do you want, Miko? I’m busy and-“

“You know it’s nice to run away then come running back when you need help. Your mother was on edge for weeks. Spending whatever free time she had looking for her poor child. Always looking for you despite her own needs.”

“Did you come to ask me what’s wrong only to turn around and try to guilt trip me? You don’t change, do you?”

Without saying anything she placed a bag next to him and then made her way to the door. Peeking through the bad he looked back to her fleeting figure before shouting out, “Wait! What is this for? You really expect me to forgive you with this bag full of clothes?! Plus, this has girl stuff in it anyways-“ “Silly Kuni! This is to help you get your girl back!” “Excuse me?!” Miko sighed while shrugging, “And you say your moms are no help! C'mon, you have to think outside the box, silly!” Taking the bag back she pulled out the cutest dress you’ve ever seen along with tights and heels. “It’d be stupid to approach her directly. You have no idea what kind of mental state she’s in, she may not trust any other man or claim she’s fine with her captor.” Digging deeper into the bag she pulled out a long wig that happened to be the same shade as his own hair, “So you have to coax her out as someone willing to understand and help her out of the situation!” Before he knew it he was all dolled up, shifting uncomfortably in the dress and trying to adjust his posture and his footing, constantly brushing his much longer locks back while puckering and rolling his lips that had a gloss applied to them. Would this really work?

“Miko, I don’t think this is gonna work… I don’t make a very convincing girl….” he awkwardly fussed with his bangs before glancing over at her. Miko held her phone up and with a click and a flash the very image of… whatever this was… saved onto her phone and probably being backed up to her cloud. “Oh, you look just like your sister!” Placing her phone back in her bag she shooed him out of the car before, then rolled down the window offering a few words, courtesy of her never-ending-kindness! “Just be kind to her, her heart will surely realize who you are... Or don’t! Maybe she’ll see through all of this!” Scaramouche could only grit his teeth as she motioned her hand at him. “I’ll be waiting here so once she comes to her senses I won’t be far. Plus! Wouldn’t want you to try and be all hero-like only to trip and fall in those cuttteee heels of yours!”

•

Spoonful after spoonful you swallowed whatever food had been shoved into your face. Were you even hungry? Not that it matters. At this point, you’ve come to treat this as if it were a real date! Yet your heart doesn’t skip a beat when he cups your face. A couple of people do glance over at you both awkwardly but that smile of yours tells them you’re just a young couple in love. It goes on like this for a few more minutes before beautiful swaying locks catch your eye, it’s true you’ve been ignoring the faces of those who’ve been passing by, but this face is stunning. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet each other. Now something about all this feels familiar but you can’t quite pin it down just yet. Kazuha notices how your attention is drawn away from him and he immediately pulls your chin towards him, “Is something the matter my love? You seem distracted.” He bluntly states as his eyebrows furrow slightly in frustration. “A-ah, no, I just…” Perhaps you were scared or maybe still stunned by that girls beauty but you can’t seem to form a coherent thought. He shifts around in his seat a little, ever so slightly moving his chair to block your view of the girl. With a short ‘ahem’ you brush it off as just seeing someone you thought you recognized.

If you look past his intense gaze you can still kinda see her fussing with her long hair. A waiter shows her to her table that so happens to be next to yours. You bite your tongue to hide a giggle when you see her awkwardly try to walk in heels, maybe she’s not used to them? Once she sits down it’s obvious she’s not used to wearing such feminine clothes, the way she keeps lifting her feet off the ground and sliding them farther out, or how she pulls the hem of her dress down even though it’s past her knees. The way she covered her mouth and spoke in a quiet meek voice told you maybe she was shy. Kazuha glanced at you both, almost trying to understand the connection you guys had but signed in defeat, “I’m gonna use the restroom then pay for our food. Don’t go anywhere.” And with that, he was gone but surely it wouldn’t take him long to be back.

Scaramouche had to be quick about this. The least he could do is get you outside.

Trying to keep his ladylike demeanor he tried starting the conversation with something normal. Of course, this meant he would have to speak a little louder in order for you to hear in the louder environment. He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t “practiced” his female voice.

“Isn’t the food here the best?”

Taken aback by how cute she sounded you cover your mouth slightly. “She even has a cute voice!”, you thought to yourself. Once again stunned you take a moment to respond.

“Y-yeah!” your response is a little fast-paced but she just smiles in response. “Haha, you seem a little nervous, what, too stunned by my looks?” Even though he was supposed to be portraying a meek, innocent girl, he couldn’t help but still be cocky. It’s as if you were on autopilot with the way your response was the same yeah…

Part of you felt like that’s something he would say. Who was he again?

“It’s a little stuffy in here, don’t you agree? How about we get some fresh air?” The girl suggested so innocently that you’d completely “forgotten” what Kazuha told you NOT to do. As if you’d been under a spell you followed a girl you didn’t even know the name of out of the restaurant. Her name! You need her name! This can’t be the last time you see each other you need her contact info! You reach to where you would normally keep your phone only for your attention to be stolen away by her.

She handed you her phone that had a picture of a very certain cat. Your heart fastens as you start to recall some things, you couldn’t submit to someone who only half-loved you. No, you had to get home to your first baby. Tears threaten to spill as everything comes back faster than you can comprehend.

He didn’t love you, no, he never did. If he did he would’ve stayed the first night. He was just looking for something to sedate his own woes. You come to the realization that your delusions you made up to protect yourself were false. You haven’t been in love for years like your mind had told you, you don’t know what he really feels, you just filled in the blanks with lies your mind fed you. In reality, you’ve probably only really known each other for a couple of days, during those 4 months you spent pregnant and alone your brain spun a story as if you were real lovers. Hating yourself could come later but for now, you need to get a grip and get out of here. Suddenly you’re caught up to speed and all it feels like you’re gonna vomit, your clothes feel tighter and you can feel your own skin, every pore feels open and you hate every second of it. What feels like hours is only a matter of seconds.

A hand is gently wipes your tears away,

“It’s time to go, Y/n.”

“I cant.. I’m sacred. I-“

“Don’t be. I'm here now, and I’m not letting you go.” He looked so serious, although a little funny since he was still in his getup.

Reaching for your wrist he gently and slowly led you farther away from the establishment and closer to your getaway car.

Both of your steps got faster and faster. You didn’t want to look back, no, you shouldn’t.

A voice you’ve come to hate shouts out to you. Ears pound loudly and your heart skips several beats when you hear fastened footsteps approaching. A wave of pain crashes onto you when your lower back aches in pain. You stop even though you don’t want to and clutch your stomach in retaliation.

You have to move right now otherwise he’ll catch up. Scaramouche turns back around for you and effortlessly picks you up and carries you to the car. When he turned to place you in the car he’s sure Kazuha has seen his face. Crap… Not like it mattered right now. He rushes to the other side of the car but is pulled back by a hand that is placed on his back, it’s cold and uncomfortable. Almost as if it triggered something in him he shouts and pushes him back into the ground.

Once Scaramouche is in the car Miko doesn’t hesitate to slam on the gas pedal and get you both somewhere safe.

Final Part:

When you wake up you’re in a very comfy bed. Moving your legs a little you wince uncontrollably. Memories come flooding back and your eyes dart to where Scaramouche is sitting. A smile makes itself known on your face and you reach out to him. He melts into your touch but avoids looking at you. You know you messed up big time by not running away from Kazuha like you should have… But you were in a deranged state! Surely he won’t blame you completely. Breaking the silence you ask him what’s wrong.

“I know we kinda just met but I hope you know I love you…” he trailed off, still avoiding eye contact. “I always have… It’s a shame you don’t remember me. If you did then I guess you could technically say we didn't just meet.”

Huh? You two knew each other? Maybe he’s got the wrong person. Innocently you ask, “Have we met somewhere before? I’m sorry but I don’t seem to ever recall-“ “Just take a good look at me and try to recall. We used to be playmates when we were little. Your parents were busy like mine so they would drop us off at that one daycare.” Your eyes squint as you take a good look at him, “And we went to school together for a little while- I tried stealing your pen-“ Eyes widening you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Now you remember him!

“It’s you! I- How could I forget? Oh my gosh, it seems work has made me forget my younger days!” Covering your mouth to hide a smile you can’t help but laugh a little louder. His face seems upset but eventually melts into a smiling one along with you. For a couple of moments you both laugh and exchange playful banter. Everything in the world is right at that moment.

But once again, your mistakes will catch up with you.

After the laughing dies down he squeezes your hand and places a handle on your stomach. This causes you to shift uncomfortably but you try to play it off as a cramp.

“When the Doctor came to relay your status he told me one bit of information that… you probably didn’t want me to know.”

Oh shit. Oh shit- Your heart fastens and you try to muster out a response but it hitches in your throat. “I-I canexplain p-please let me-“You fumble your words and tears pool up in your eyes.

With an affirmative squeeze to your hand he smiles softly, “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not- I messed up and now-“ You covered face with your hand, attempting to hide yourself away from him.

“And now- we can work this out, together. I promise I will do my best to be a good parent. If you’d just give me a chance- A chance to take care of you and your child. I would do anything to be with you once and for all. Please, Y/n, don’t leave me again.” His hand came up to yours pressed against your face, and slowly removed it from you.

A part of you feels raw, and exposed, yet, this time it’s different. Part of your brain tells you to run from his affection but the other part feels so defeated that you just want to cry into his chest and beg him to stay with you. Lucky for you he was willing to stay with you. Even if you were going to have your kidnapper's baby. Leaning into him you cried out all your sorrows that had been bottled up for the past couple of months. All he could do was rub your back and listen to you cry your heart out.

It felt good to finally tell someone how you truly felt. How much has been troubling you? Although you’re sure if you were to tell this to a professional you’d been locked up….

After you’re done crying you wipe your tears and take a deep breath. Your chest and shoulders feel lighter. The whiplash of everything could hit you later, you couldn’t care less right now. All you wanted to do was eat, stretch, and take a nap.

Scaramouche looked at you dead in the eye and you feared the worst. Was he joking? Did he actually hate you and never want to see you again? Did-

“Goddamit- I dropped my wig…”

You stare at each other for a second before you burst out laughing. “That’s a shame! You didn’t look half bad in it~” you joked. “Oh please- You were head over heels for me and you know it!” “Ah, you got me there! Who knew you’d make such a fine girl! If only you could say the same about you know-Ow!” he punched your shoulder gently, but considering your current state it hurt more than he intended. “I’m sorry, Y/n- I-“ He checked the area to see if it was bruised or anything but was immediately met with a flick to the forehead. “Ow-!” “Haha, got you!” “You little-“

Both of your bickering would soon die down as soon as his parents would enter the room. It was obvious how you both turned stiff as boards. Acting as if you weren’t pulling each other’s hair like you once had.

Ei placed some flowers on the bed stand and Miko would sit down on the bed with some sweets in hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n.” Ei bowed politely, “I’m not sure if my son had mentioned us to you. If not it’s alright- But we are his parents.” Miko started feeding some cake with a fork as she nodded along. “I’m very happy to see you make my son happy. It used to worry me that my son would die alone-“she feigned a tear falling from her eye. “MOM.” Blush spread across Scaramouche’s face as he crossed his arms. “Ah, excuse me, that’s beside the point! What I mean to say is that you shouldn’t worry about the wedding founding- Your new moms will buy you everything you will need-“ “THATS NOT ANY BETTER!” He exclaimed even redder. She smiled so innocently all while still looking a little confused. Miko finally chimed in, “What she means to say is that she supports you both no matter what. Even if you don’t think she agrees with you,” she turned her head towards him, “she believes you both will make the right choice. We hope you both can treat this as a new beginning. As I like to say, carpe diem!” “You never say that.” Ei tilted her head with a soft smile. “Well, I do now!”

All four of you burst out laughing. You guys talk a little more before they leave for their business dinner. Once again you and Scara are alone.

“Are you really sure you’re okay with marrying a pregnant woman?” “Of course I’m fine with it, since it being you and all.” Rubbing the back of his head he laid his head down on the bed, “Are YOU sure you wanna get married right away? Just because my mom mistook us for dating already doesn’t mean we should skip that part… Plus, what if you don’t like who I am…” You pet his soft purple hair with a smile, “Well, as long as you promise not to be a complete asshole, then I suppose we’ll be just fine!” “You think I’m an asshole?” “Haha, anyways…. What kind of wedding cake should we have? I was thinking of a [favorite flavor] cake! Ooohh and we can look at the different types of venues! Ah, I guess after that we need to plan a baby shower!”

He’d completely tuned you out and just stared at you, lovingly. Your skin glowed perfectly from the artificial light, and that smile of yours was perfect. You no longer looked tired and stressed; instead, you looked happy and not so tired. He couldn’t blame his ex-friend for falling for you. Although he feels a little jealous that he’s seen parts of you that now belong to his eyes only now.

Fingers tap up and down on the bed as if he’s contemplating something. You take notice and tap his shoulder, you ask if he’s listening. Suddenly he gets up- His soft lips are placed against your slightly chapped ones. It’s warm. Your eyes widen in surprise as you slowly melt into the kiss.

Once he pulls away you’re both gasping for air. Out of embarrassment, he hides his face in your neck. He’s embarrassed- you are too. “A-a little warning would’ve been nice. I was talking yknow?” “Shut up before I kiss you again..” You knew he was too embarrassed to do it again so you teased, “Yeah, I think you’d like that-“ Instead of another passionate kiss he instead peppered kisses all over your face. “I hate you.” “I love you, Scara.”

•

The wedding went amazing since his parents had done most of the planning (of course you both directed them) And your baby shower went just as well! Initially, you were both worried a certain someone would catch wind of it- and you’re sure he did. Thankfully the place was heavily guarded (, courtesy of Miko) and was also in a secluded area, along with there being a very strict guest list. You both already knew the gender so the part just consisted of fun baby shower games and many gifts from your friends and families.

You had been getting intensive therapy for the rest of your pregnancy. Those couple of months left you with deeper wounds than you had thought. Of course, you still have trouble with going out on your own and you’ve completely dropped going out (since you’re a mother now ofc) When you do have to go out alone you wear your hair differently each time along with a mask and sunglasses. Whenever someone gets a little too close they happen to get stopped by someone. Your bad dreams usually consist of you trying to run away but your legs move slowly or trying to scream but nothing comes out, and other things you’d rather not discuss...

Your delivery went well and luckily you gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Ei and Miko informed you that you had a week to name him. On the fifth day, you and Scara decided on [name], since you both liked the name and agreed on it. When both of the families came to see him you got the chance to meet Scara’s aunt and sister (who both happened to be named Makoto, although Scara called his sister Raiden since she was “scary”) The boy was blessed with your hair color (he has a red streak through it) but had his fathers eyes. At first, it scared you but with some affirming words from both sides of the family and your lover, you’ve grown to love them.

Some of your friends and family didn’t approve that Scara wasn’t the father, some even berating you and calling you names. The name-calling mostly came from Scara’s side of the family. Area

On your son's first birthday, he spoke his first words. “Mama!” You nearly cried tears of joy when he said that. Scaramouche frowned and pinched the boy's cheeks gently with a huff. Much to his surprise the boy spoke again, “Daddy!” Now both of you were crying tears of joy. You swaddled your boy in the softest blankets before you both cuddled him off to sleep. Both not believing you had been blessed with such a joy.

Once your son has gotten a little older he learned how to say the cat’s name, always gesturing his hands and babbling, “Meowmeow!” The now healthier cat would come to the boy and rub its head against your son accompanied by a purr.

Once he turned two years old you noticed how he started taking after his father, often mimicking him by making an angry face and huffing. All you could do was smile and kiss him while his father pouted behind you both. One time you had joked around with your young son by asking him, “What face does daddy make when he’s angry” and your son crossed his arms with a scowl on his face. You burst out laughing while your husband messed with his hair pretending to be upset.

You went back to work while Scara was a stay-at-home husband. On stressful days you would come home, sore and tired, but the moment your eyes laid on Scara’a resting figure along with your sons. Well, your heart simply melted into mush as you took about 30 pictures of them from all angles. You were convinced that all of the time you spent alone and suffering was worth it for this moment.

It felt like that person was a bad dream- but now, you’re wide awake and ready to face the future with your loving husband, and adorable son.

Gawdamn I don’t stop yapping🙏 If you read all of this ty pookie!! there will be a $10 mil block of gold under your pillow when you wake up 😍😋 I will be writing some hcs (maybe) and a scenario where u encounter kazuha w your kid soon!!! (i promise) Anyways i’m knocking tf out… BAI><!!

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on-my-vigilante-sht · 1 year

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Capitol Punishment VII

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage

Word Count: 4.2K (she’s kind of long)

Part VI | Masterlist | Part VIII

When you arrived back in 12 you really thought your life was about to get a whole lot easier. Revolution or not, you were no longer a mentor so you wouldn’t be dragged out to the Capitol for a show every year. And after a couple years no one would remember you anymore.

As you and Haymitch returned home, you hesitated to say it, scared there was something you were missing. “Haymitch, are we done?”

“What?” he asked, very confused and a little scared.

“Are we done with all the Capitol shit? We’re not the mentors anymore. I’m just scared there’s something I’m not thinking of and we’re still in the game.”

He pondered for a second. “I think we’re out of the Capitol spotlight,” he answered with a smile. Hope and relief flooded into your chest as you jumped into one another’s embrace. You were both smiling and laughing like never before until it finally died down. “I think Katniss will need our help from time to time and we’ll probably be expected at the reapings but yeah, I think we’re done.”

You two had your own private celebration that night since it would be cruel to rub it in Katniss and Peeta’s faces. You just hoped they could churn out two victors quickly (separate years of course) so they could get out of the spotlight and the Capitol would lose interest in them once they settled into their fabricated domestic life.

Your celebrations for a better life seemed to come too quickly because the next day trucks full of peacekeepers were rolling in. You were just sitting in the living room, reading when you saw smoke coming from the center of town. Normally smoke wasn’t an alarming sight in the coal mining district but you could also see people running around frantically. You quickly jumped off the couch, rushing to put your boots on, not even bothering to put a coat on.

You ran outside, finding Prim, observing the chaos. “Prim, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” she shouted back to you.

“Go inside, get your mom,” you shouted as you ran towards the center of town.

You reached the Hob, or what was the Hob, finding several peacekeepers, more than ever, burning everything to a crisp. You spotted a young girl, maybe 15, cornered by a peacekeeper, shooting fire at her feet, torturing the girl. You had no doubt he was laughing under his mask.

You approached from the side, the man not even noticing you until you grabbed her hand. “Go, sweetie,” you told the girl. She didn’t need to be told twice as she bolted away as the man was distracted. He ripped his mask off angrily, preparing to yell at you but you watched as realization dawned over his face. “Hurt me if you want, I’m sure Snow would love to hear how you burnt one of his most lucrative victors,” you taunted.

Seeing that burning you wasn’t worth it he pursed his lips angrily before taking the torch to hit you with. It hit your hip, knocking you to the side a little but he seemed satisfied getting a hit in so he went back to burning objects. Not wanting to push your luck, you ran off, heading toward the town square. There you were horrified to see Gale tied to a whipping post, Katniss stood in front of his with a gash on her face, Peeta in front of her, and Haymitch in front of him, talking to a peacekeeper with a gun pointed at him. “…you already marked up her face on the eve of the big wedding,” you heard Haymitch explain as you ran over.

“Move,” the man pointed his gun at you now.

“Man, you really don’t get it. You don’t recognize her either? Y/N L/N? You really think President Snow wants four dead victors?”

The guy looked pissed but relented. “Clear the square!” he suddenly yelled in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard from a human being. “If anyone is spotted out after dark, they will be shot on sight!” The man gave you all a glare, spitting in the dirt before going with some other peacekeepers.

“We have to move him,” Katniss cried as she undid Gale’s cuffs. Haymitch and Peeta both hoisted Gale’s arms over their shoulders. They carried him all the way to Katniss’ house where her mom and sister were preparing for him.

It was a frenzy of Katniss, Prim, and their mom trying to help Gale while you, Haymitch and Peeta just stood to the side. As things calmed down and Gale settled in for what no doubt would be a long, painful night, you and Haymitch headed home.

“So this is Snow’s attempt to suppress the Districts,” you observed, stepping inside. “Crackdown on black markets and insubordination.”

“I guess,” Haymitch sighed, turning on the television. It immediately showed scenes of the lower districts where trucks of peacekeepers were rolling in and terrorizing citizens. “It’s propaganda.”

“Shove it in their faces that any act of defiance will be shot down immediately,” you scoffed. “God I hate him.”

“I know, c’mon, let’s go to bed,” Haymitch said, gently placing a hand on your hip. You flinched when he touched the no doubt forming bruise from that peacekeeper earlier. Haymitch pulled back, afraid that he hurt you. “What?”

“Nothing, just a peacekeeper got mad before I found you,” you explained. “He had this girl backed into a corner, using his flamethrower to torch the ground under her feet like a fucking psycho. I made him stop and he got mad and hit my with it. No big deal,” you dismissed.

“Y/N-”

“It’s fine, seriously. Nothing I can’t handle and nothing worth getting whipped or executed for,” you asserted. “Now can we please just go to bed?” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Sure,” he agreed, wrapping his arms around your waist with a kiss to the forehead.

A couple days passed as Gale healed. There were a few more whippings in 12 but no executions like in some of the other districts where there were riots. The peacekeepers really had locked down 12, Katniss wasn’t able to go out to the woods and you could tell it was getting to her. As for you and Haymitch your home had become a sanctuary. You two finally felt like you could be safe. For the first time since either of your reapings you felt somewhat safe.

All of that came crashing down as you sat down to watch the Quarter Quell announcement. You thought that this must be weird for Haymitch since he won the 50th games and the second Quarter Quell. In some ways you realized that your husband may be the deadliest victor since he won against twice as many tributes.

The screen turned on, revealing Snow on his little speech balcony. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of the annual hunger games. It was written in the charter of the games that every 25 years there would be a quarter quell to keep fresh, for each new generation, the memory of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol. Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by games of a special significance. and now on this the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion we celebrate the third Quarter Quell,” Snow pulled out a card for the first time, “as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol. On this the third Quarter Quell the amount of tributes will double. Two male and two female tributes from each district-”

“They did that already,” Haymitch murmured.

“-and they will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.” Your heart sunk in your chest and you let out a dry sob. No, this couldn’t be happening. You just became safe. “All victors from all districts will be eligible for the reaping, no matter the number of victors from a district, nor their age or disability.”

Haymitch angrily threw his glass through the holographic screen, hitting Snow in the face.

You felt the tears slipping down your face as Haymitch threw your glass. Noticing your tears he held you tightly. “Nothing’s gonna gonna happen to you, okay?” He pulled back to look you in the eye, brushing your hair away. “You’re gonna make it out. I’m gonna protect you.”

“No,” you cried. “Katniss has to make it out. She’s the Mockingjay. If we want this to be the last game she has to make it out.”

“But-”

It was your turn to comfort him as tears began to slip down his cheeks. “Haymitch I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you. If you don’t come out of that arena, neither will I.” He sighed quietly, looking down at the ground. “Haymitch…” he looked back up at you, “we’re gonna die aren’t we?” It was a sobering thought to both of you. Neither of you were strangers to the thought of dying but now that you had been happy about two minutes ago, it was a tragic thought.

There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” you shouted to who you had no doubt was Peeta.

You were proven right when Peeta walked through the door. It wasn’t typical of him to skip pleasantries but then again this was in no way a pleasant situation so he just jumped right in. “Look, I know this isn’t fair to ask but Katniss needs to come out of that arena.”

He went to continue his ramblings until you stopped him. “Peeta, we already agreed neither of us are coming out,” you gestured to your husband. “We can’t guarantee Katniss’ survival but she has two less competitors.” You knew you couldn’t tell Peeta about the rebellion, he was too close to all of this.

Peeta looked broken but grateful. “Thank you,” he cried.

“Why don’t you go be with your family?” Haymitch suggested gently. Peeta agreed, once again professing his thanks before leaving. “This may be a part of Plutarch’s plan,” he suddenly suggested.

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s the head gamemaker. Right now he’s Snow’s closest advisor. I’m sure his plan is to get Katniss out. Like ours.”

“Snow will never let Katniss get to top five… much less be the victor,” you pieced together.

“Y/N, we might have a shot at surviving,” Haymitch said as it dawned on him. You both were excited that you may get to actually see the rebellion after a few very sobering moments. “Let’s not get our hopes up though.”

“Yeah, of course,” you agreed.

Suddenly Katniss burst in. She immediately grabbed a bottle of whisky off your bar cart. “I’m here to drink,” she explained.

“Well that’s the only thing I can actually help you with,” Haymitch said, grabbing more glasses as Katniss slumped onto a chair.

“Peeta gets out,” she ordered. In contrast to Peeta’s begging.

“Peeta was just in here begging for your life,” you replied, taking the glass Haymitch handed you.

“I don’t care. He deserves to get out.”

“You could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy,” Haymitch said from beside you.

“I know,” she agreed.

“We’ve already decided we’re not coming out,” you informed her. “We can’t guarantee anything but he has two less competitors.”

“Thank you,” she said stoically. She took another swig of the bottle. “Why couldn’t it have been you two? You actually love each other. You could convince the districts,” she sighed, “and Snow,” she added.

“Just not how we had to play our games,” you shrugged.

You three all drank for a little while until Peeta came back in. “What are you doing?” he asked, startled by the scene. You were laying on the floor, giggling, while Haymitch and Katniss were slumped in their seats, also laughing.

“Accepting our impending dooms,” Haymitch laughed, holding up his thrice refilled glass as if toasting.

“No, you’re not. We have to train and get ready if any of us want any shot,” he insisted.

“Haymitch and I don’t have one,” you giggled.

Peeta shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Forget it we’ll talk tomorrow when at least you two,” he pointed to you and Katniss, “are sober.”

“Wait you don’t wanna drink with us?” Katniss whined.

“No,” he answered bluntly before leaving.

The next morning Peeta had the three of you sat in his living room. Both you and Katniss were hungover. Haymitch started drinking to deal with his hangover. “Look we have to start training. We have a week until the reaping. These other victors, especially the careers, have probably continued to train, or trained other tributes, ever since they won. And we’re seriously behind,” Peeta said, taking Haymitch’s mug of coffee mixed with gin.

“Hey!” he protested.

“You have to get sober,” Peeta said. “There won’t be flasks in the arena.”

Eventually Peeta got all of you outside, starting with jogging around Victors Village. You and Katniss took it pretty easily. Peeta struggled a little with his prosthetic leg but fortunately since it was Capitol made it reacted with the rest of his body. Meanwhile Haymitch was struggling. He was stumbling over all the uneven ground and he didn’t exactly have the same stamina he had 25 years ago. You stopped several times to try to help him along but he always brushed you off.

Next you moved onto strength. By now Haymitch’s sobriety was starting to creep in. You knew Haymitch was strong but withdraw was making him physically shake. As for you and Katniss, you were struggling in the strength department. A childhood of malnourishment could never be fixed. As the four of you continued on, Haymitch got worse. He and Peeta were doing pushups when your husband suddenly collapsed. You went over to help him up but he just staggered off into the house. You gave Katniss and Peeta a quizzical look before following him.

You found him in the bathroom, puking his guts out. Letting out a sympathetic sigh you kneeled down next to him, stroking his hair and rubbing his back. “It’s okay, get it all out. Sobriety is hard after 25 years,” you tried to laugh. But the smell was becoming so much you were struggling to not vomit as well.

After a few more minutes Haymitch was done and it was your turn. “Thanks, sweet-” but you interrupted him by also vomiting in the toilet. He held your hair and rubbed your back just as you had done to him while whispering comforts.

When you were done you sat up, finding a comfortable place in between Haymitch’s legs, your back against his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Sorry, I think it was the smell,” you explained.

“Sorry my vomit made you vomit,” Haymitch laughed. You could feel the laughter in his chest, bouncing you the slightest bit.

After a few minutes you shakily stood up. “I’ll get some water. You should lay down, rest.”

“I’m not that tired,” he dismissed.

“Well if we want any hope of you being a functioning sober in the arena you need to rest. Besides, I’m exhausted.” It’s true you were incredibly exhausted. Probably just from the hangover though.

Haymitch complied, heading to the bedroom while you went to get glasses of water. As you returned with the ice water, Haymitch was laid in bed, waiting for you. You handed him his drink before slipping into his embrace. “You really think Plutarch has a plan?” you asked.

“Yeah, I do. I don’t think he’d send us all into the games with no plans to get most of us out. We’ll know more once we get there. But I’m not gonna let anything happen to you before we’re ready,” your husband promised.

“Same to you,” you said, intertwining your fingers with his. You brought you hands up to your lips, pressing your lips to his knuckles.

Haymitch got better over the next week. He no longer shook unless he really had pushed his limits. You, however, got worse and you were suspecting that it was more than being sick because Haymitch was. You realized that you had missed your period but you had chalked it up to everything that was happening in the past month. You spent nearly every night and morning hunched over the toilet or trashcan. You had dismissed it to Haymitch as nerves but you could tell he was getting suspicious as well. You were about 90% sure you were pregnant but you could get that confirmed in the Capitol. As for the paternity, you hoped to whatever deity was out there that your timeline was right and it could only be Haymitch’s. Having some Capitol bastard’s baby would be Snow’s ultimate punishment to you.

But you didn’t want to say anything if you were wrong. You were also terrified of Haymitch’s reaction. Would he be excited? Angry? Devastated? Those reactions also dependent on whether or not Plutarch planned to try to keep you alive. There were so many questions racing through your head as you were marched towards the stage for the reaping. It was honestly just cruel for everyone as the two names in each bowl taunted you.

“Welcome to the 75th annual Hunger Games,” Effie said in a pained voice. You could see genuine pain in her expression as she made it as short as possible. “As always, ladies first.” She grabbed a slip and approached the microphone. “For the first female tribute from District 12…” you didn’t know why you were holding your breath. You’d be picked no matter what. “Katniss Everdeen.” A single tear rolled down her cheek “And the first male tribute from District 12… Haymitch Abernathy.” When she finally called your name it felt like you had had an ice bucket dumped over your head. Again, you didn’t know why, it’s not like this was your first reaping where you had been plucked from the bowl by chance. This was a calculated move by Snow this time.

You didn’t bother to listen to the rest of Effie’s speech and you were quickly ushered onto the train. Everything happened in a blur, you were too focused on being tested in the Capitol. But you managed to sober yourself up enough to discuss who you’d be competing with. Fortunately the trains had access to all the reapings and past games so you and Haymitch shared highlights and stories about the biggest names in this year’s games.

“Cashmere and Gloss: siblings won back to back games, the pride of their district. Gloss will be our biggest threat, he won as any career tribute does. At least in the beginning we should be fairly safe from Cashmere. Avoid sleeping with her and you’ll be in the clear. The other two from District 1 are pretty straightforward.”

“Enobaria from 2 is extremely deadly. She excels in hand to hand combat and did anything to win her games. The male tribute from two had her pinned and it looked like he’d win when she ripped out his throat with her teeth. She has since had them filed into fangs. I guess to rip out more throats in two? Whatever. Avoid confrontation with her.”

“Wiress and Beetee from 3 are both brilliant. He won his games by electrocuting just about every other tribute in the arena. Let the last couple kill each other. He’s also beloved by the Capitol because he basically makes all their cool stuff for them.”

“Finnick Odair, Annie Cresta, and Mags Flanagan. I don’t know much about the fourth. Finnick Odair is the darlin of the Capitol, people love him. He won his games at 14, youngest ever. He is also very skilled in combat. Weaknesses include Mags and Annie. Mags will not be much of a threat tragically, she truly is a very sweet lady. As for Annie, I’m confident that Finnick will die for her. She sort of won her games by default when everyone else drowned at the end and she went a little nuts after.”

“Nothing really special about District 5, they all won at least 10 years ago, the oldest won 35 years ago. Not threats.”

“District 6 only has three tributes, the Morphling triplets. They all won their games by hiding until everyone else was dead. They’ve all been avid morphling users ever since.”

“In District 7 you have Johanna Mason. She won four years ago and won almost exactly like my wife here did. Extremely angry and violent. The other three? Treat them like careers, best skilled in hand to hand combat with axes.”

“District 8, none are really threats. Woof, here, is really old. Has gone kind of senile so maybe avoid him in the training area. May stab you with a sewing needle before you even get to the arena.”

“District 9 only has one tribute. Also not a threat.”

“District 10, just treat them like careers. They’ve been slitting cattle’s throats since they could walk so avoid close combat with them.”

“District 11 aren’t threats. Chaff is missing his left hand so do with that information what you will. Any questions?”

“What about your games?” Katniss asked.

“Katniss we’re not threats to you,” you sighed. “We already agreed we’re not coming out.”

“I just wanna know,” she insisted, not backing down.

“Fine,” Haymitch relented. “I won the 50th Hunger Games where there were 48 tributes. Like this one is supposed to be. My arena was honestly beautiful but toxic. Everything was poisoned. The bloodbath was… insane. Three-fourths of the tributes died at the cornucopia. Partially because several of them were late to the buzzer because they were so distracted by the meadow we were in. Basically the same thing happened in every game. The careers hunted everyone down. I had allied myself with one of the girls from my district, Maysilee Donner.” You knew that talking about Maysilee was hard for Haymitch. She truly had become his friend in that arena. “We protected each other until around the end when we decided to split up so we wouldn’t have to kill each other. I heard her screaming a couple hours after we split. Some guys from 2 had attacked her. I had managed to kill both but she died in my arms.” Your husband took a shaky breath before continuing. “Not even a day later it was me versus the girl from one. I had discovered the edge of the arena before, it was a cliff and I had figured out that whatever hit it would return to where it came from. So when it came down to her and I, she had managed to wound me with her axe, slicing my stomach. I ran for a mile, bleeding, to the edge of the arena. She threw her axe which missed. She didn’t realize that it was coming back until the blade hit her head and I was crowned Victor. And because I won the way I did, Snow had my family killed,” Haymitch finished bitterly. You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. You knew this was a lot for him. He had been drunk for the last 25 years hiding from his games. Now here he was, sober for the first time and reliving that experience.

Peeta didn’t seem to know how to react but Katniss pushed through the tension, asking you about your games.

“It was set in a canyon. It was so dry but there was a single stream that ran through the middle. It looked really thin, like it’d dry up in only a couple days from above ground but I managed to find a way underground where there was more water. The cornucopia was set in one of the widest spots of the canyon where even then it was a fairly tight squeeze between the walls. if you didn’t figure out how to climb you were pretty much screwed because it was like being stuck in a hallway with the careers. They did what they always did. Group up and hunt everyone down. It was fairly easy for them to do it because a lot of the kids were either too heavy or too weak, a very fine line, to climb up the walls. I basically hid up above or down below everyone, attacking them when I could. As I told you the first day I found a girl who had managed to grab a pack and stole her supplies. I quietly and slowly picked off every career until I slit the boy from 1’s throat and won.” You explained your story stoically but inside you were crumbling, something you had done ever since you won. Everyone thought you were so okay with killing when you won but truthfully, you weren’t. You didn’t think any Victor was no matter what it seemed like.

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 8)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

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Their book is well received, all things considered.

Rosanna is meant to return to the Holyhead Harpies shortly after the birth of their second daughter, Arlo. A perfect little girl, with her mother’s strawberry blonde hair and her father’s eyes. At her pregame assessment, the on call doctor determines that she is expecting... twins.

Draco is overjoyed. Rosanna is overwhelmed.

She isn’t snippy, they don’t fight; she just sort of skates along. Like there is no fire left in her.

That afternoon, Draco leaves, with a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you.” She pats the side of his face. “Have fun.”

Instead of heading to lunch with Pansy and Blaise, like he’d told her; Draco sets off to have lunch at the ministry.

He is welcomed into Archer McVay’s office with open arms. “How are you, Draco? Long time no see.”

Rosanna and Draco have made themselves scarce, upon returning to the manor. Neither of their parents have seen much of them or their grandchildren.

“I’m alright. Thank you for meeting with me.”

Archer can see the distress scrawled across his son-in-law’s features. “You look like something is troubling you. Please, take a seat.”

Draco sits in the chair opposite Rosanna’s father. "I feel quite awful, coming to you like this." He begins fidgeting with his shirt collar, feeling constricted in the material. "Our marriage is sacred, I hate to betray her trust. But I don't know what else to do."

"I'd like to help." Archer leans forward. "If it makes you feel any better Ron, Hermione and Harry beat you to it. They were in my office about a week ago, expressing their concerns."

"What did they say?" Draco shifts.

"They thought she 'looked ill, not at all like herself and like she hadn't slept in a fortnight.'" The older man explains.

Draco can deduce which member of the trio had made each comment. "She's been having night terrors, nearly every night. She doesn't want to sleep because of it. Rosanna is an amazing mother, the girls haven't noticed a difference. But I worry, she's quite literally running herself into the ground. I've tried all I can think of," Draco sighs. "But everything that used to help is only taking the edge off."

"Have you ever heard of post traumatic stress disorder?" Archer removes his glasses, running his fingers down the bridge of his nose.

“No.”

"She's not alone, it's very common. I won't name names, but more than one of her close friends suffer from it as well." But it's not his story to tell.

"What happens...if she has it?" Draco asks, nervously.

"The first step is to have an assessment by a professional. But generally speaking, she would go to therapy, maybe they'll prescribe a potion for her to take. Everything is done on a case by case basis, so any care she receives will be especially tailored for Rosanna." The older man explains, patiently.

"But if this is, the stress disorder, from the war. Why hasn’t it happened before?" It's been years since the war, years of happiness.

"Everyone is different. Something might have triggered it, or maybe things are resurfacing that her mind may have repressed. I would talk to her, son. Have you tried that?" Archer asks.

"I don't want to upset her." Draco runs a finger over his wedding ring. "With the pregnancy and the girls-"

"That's exactly why you should get her the help she needs. She'll be grateful to you in the long run, if not right away."

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Narcissa and Lucius began building a mansion on the empty land of the Malfoy property, shortly after Leo was born. They left the manor to Draco and Rosanna before standing trial for their crimes, just in case.

Lucius had served just a year and Narcissa avoided detention all together. Using her husband's sentence to complete their new home.

Subsequently, Draco's childhood home received its own drastic make over. He marveled at the way they made it theirs. With colorful paint and curtains to properly see the sun. A small, intimate, table for family dinners, cooking supplies, music, and most importantly; with love. It is everything he dreamed it would be.

Draco enters the manor, soft humming greets his ears. He follows the tune, Rosanna and the girls are in the sitting room. His wife seated at the rear, Leo in the middle, Arlo at the front, wriggling with her doll in hand.

Ro runs the brush over Leo's platinum locks as the four and a half year old does the same for her little sister.

"Hello loves." Draco greets, quietly, not wanting to startle them.

"Daddy!" Leo waves, making no move to break away from the chain.

Arlo shrieks, toddling over to him. He catches the eleven month old in his arms.

Rosanna taps her oldest daughter's shoulder, signaling that she's finished her braid. Lovingly running her fingers over the plait, before Leo charges her father.

"Oof," Draco huffs, when she collides with him. Tangling her limbs around one of his legs and holding fast. Like an animal to a tree; giggling wildly all the while.

Rosanna smiles, pushing soft waves behind her ear. Dark circles, under tired brown eyes, she is still the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. "How was lunch? Blaise and Pansy good?"

"Quite well." Draco grins, feeling guilty for lying. "How are you feeling, darling? Were these two behaving for you?" He turns his eyes to his daughters.

"Perfect angels," Rosanna yawns.

"You should take a rest, I'll fix dinner after a while." Draco steps toward her, Leo still affixed to his limb, Arlo in his arms.

Rosanna shakes her head, "I'm fine."

"Alright," he doesn't push. "Shall we put on a movie then? Have some popcorn?"

"Yes, Beauty and the Beast!" Leo demands.

"Again?" Rosanna laughs, that's the fourth time this week.

"It's my favorite, Mummy." Leo has an American drawl on about sixty percent of her vocabulary. But Rosanna has always been Mummy instead of Mommy.

"Clearly." Draco chuckles, indulgently.

"I'll go pop the corn." Ro pushes herself to her feet.

Arlo and Leo are engrossed in the film when Draco peeks over. Rosanna sound asleep, Leo moves to Draco's opposite side as her mother begins to snore.

"Why is Mummy so sleepy?" The little girl wonders, looking up at her father with wide, brown, eyes.

"Growing babies in your belly is hard work," Draco explains, tapping her nose.

"Did I make her tired?" Leo wonders, turning to mother. Arlo is still cuddled up against Rosanna, little head resting on her chest, contently.

"Just a bit." Draco admits.

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As they ready for bed, Draco notices how Ro hesitates to climb onto the mattress. She stalls as long as she can, fumbling around in her jewelry box.

"Love?" He calls her attention.

"Hmm?" She forces a grin, crawling beneath the covers, she's been caught.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Draco sets his book aside.

"Sure," she settles, back against the headboard, "what's up?" Brown eyes fall on him.

"How would you feel about talking to someone about, your night terrors?" He moves his hands to her hair, releasing it from the bun she's twisted it into.

"Oh," she snaps her mouth shut. "It's nothing."

"But it is..." He hesitates, "I'm worried, sweetheart."

"Ok," Rosanna is taken aback and maybe a bit defensive. Pulling away from his touch.

"I can make some calls, find someone. All you'd have to do is show up." Draco drops his arms to his lap.

"And bare my soul to a stranger," she adds, bitterly. "What if something is wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you." Draco says, becoming perturbed. "Even if there were, you won't face it alone."

"Would you go too?" Rosanna wonders.

'I will love you more than any obstacle that stands in our path. I will love you more than any battle we may face. I will love you more than you have ever been loved. I will pull you back to me, if ever the universe tears us apart.' Those are the words he'd whispered against her flushed skin on their marriage bed. That is the promise he intends to keep, all his life, "consider it done."

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Rosanna's first appointment is that Monday, following her dress fitting for Ron and Hermione's upcoming nuptials.

"Do you think you'll be pregnant again next spring?" Hermione asks as the seamstress takes Rosanna's measurements.

"That's a good question." They hadn't discussed it yet.

"Are you holding out for a boy?" Hermione says, playfully. Rosanna's children are a joy, she can have however many she likes, as far as Hermione's concerned.

They hadn't really been 'trying' for either gender. They agreed to a large family. Both being only children left them wanting siblings for their kids.

"I'd like a boy," Rosanna confesses, a little Draco. "But I'll be just as happy with all girls."

"Have you thought anymore about the open position at the Wizengamot?" Hermione wonders, when she heard about the job, Rosanna was the first person to come to mind. "They've been looking for a Legilimen for a while. I know you'd be brilliant-"

"Can I ask you something?" The words tumble from Rosanna's mouth.

"Anything." Hermione crosses her legs, setting her wedding agenda aside.

"Did you ever have...problems, after?"

Hermione meets her eyes in the mirror, twirling the modest, round, diamond ring, Ron proposed with, around her finger.

"Ron, Harry and I...we really went through it. Not to say you didn't! Well, I've read your book and- What I'm trying to say is I think that we all-" Hermione stumbles around for the proper verbiage.

"We're all a little fucked up?" Rosanna offers.

"For lack of a better term, yes. There's no shame in getting help if you need, but there is shame in knowing you need help and ignoring it." Hermione remembers having a similar conversation with her fiancé. "Ron struggles a bit more than I do. But we both see a counselor, it's loads better; talking it out with someone. Sorting through everything, you'll feel better."

"Draco said he'll go too, separately and together. I just don't understand why all of the sudden I can’t sleep without-" Rosanna breaks off, looking down at her feet; because she can barely stomach the sight of Hermione.

"What is it, Ro?" Hermione demands.

Rosanna shakes her head.

Hermione's mouth twists into a smirk, masking her disappointment. "We used to share everything, now you avoid me like the plague. It was nearly impossible to get you here. If you don't mind, I'd like to know what I've done.”

"You didn't do anything. I did." Rosanna replies, quietly.

"What are you on about, Rosanna?" Hermione is officially concerned. "You’re not making any sense."

"I can still hear you screaming. I can hear Ron, in the basement.” Rosanna breaks off to collect herself. "Losing his mind, trying to get to you. And I sit there, on the nice comfortable bed, in the nice comfortable house; being celebrated for conceiving a child that I never really had any part in creating. I don't know what to do. Because if I attack Bellatrix, and I hesitate, or if something doesn't go as planned; then she'll kill you and Ron. She'll call Voldemort and he'll kill Harry. So I sit there, and I do nothing." The blonde shakes her head in frustration.

"You did do something. You summoned Dobby and got us out of there. You pulled the only card you were sure they'd care more about than letting us go. You lied about knowing it was us. You pretended something was wrong with Leo to get us out. You did everything you could. I might not be standing here today if you didn't think fast and use your resources." Hermione comes to stand aside of Rosanna, the seamstress having long disappeared.

"I'm sorry," Rosanna covers the inside of Hermione's left forearm, where 'Mudblood' is scarred on her skin. She often does the same to Draco's mark, almost as if she were trying to absorb some of the pain from the marking itself.

"This is not your fault." Hermione puts her hand over Rosanna's. "Please don't think I blame you for a second. No one blames you. When you cast the healing charm...in that moment, it meant everything to me. I struggled with leaving you there, we all did for years. You were our friend and we just...left you." Hermione's voice breaks.

"You couldn't take me with you. You couldn't get to me, even if you wanted too. There wasn't enough time." Rosanna shakes her head. "There was no reason for you to feel guilty all this time."

"Spoken like a true hypocrite." Hermione cocks her head to the side.

Rosanna bumps Hermione's arm.

“I want us to be close again, Rosanna. Next time there’s something going on, you tell me straight away.” Hermione chides her. “I miss my best friend.”

“I miss you too.”

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Rosanna is not pregnant at Ron and Hermione's wedding. After the birth of their twin daughters, Vega and Polaris, they have their hands full. Draco and Rosanna are out manned, two to one. Both grateful they decided to attend counseling. Their relationship, as well as their mental health, has improved tremendously.

"I can't believe you guys are married," Rosanna laughs, full, happy, and thoroughly intoxicated by the alcohol she's consumed.

They lie horizontally, shoulder to shoulder. Ron and Hermione in the middle, Rosanna and Harry at either end, staring up at the spinning ceiling.

"Can't believe you married Malfoy." Ron remarks, no heat in his voice.

"I can't believe Harry hasn't married Ginny yet." Hermione tacks on, squeezing her husband's entwined fingers.

"I can't believe we all made it here." Harry confesses, he's a depressing drunk.

"Way to kill the mood." Rosanna rolls up onto her left elbow, addressing him over the newly wed couple.

"Are you taking the mickey, Malfoy?" Harry laughs.

"Scared, Potter?” Rosanna cocks a brow.

"Enough,” Draco protests, from the doorway. "That's my line." He reaches for his wife’s hand.

"Oh no, he’s found us." Ron groans.

"Don't take her,” Harry frowns.

"We're having a proper cuddle." Hermione pulls Rosanna against her side.

Draco squares his shoulders. "She's my wife, therefore she'll only be cuddling me from now on."

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Draco and Rosanna attend eight more weddings in a matter of two years, which is more inspiring than not. Like the world is finally starting to heal itself.

Harry and Ginny have a son, James, he's perfect, a spitting image of his father.

After all the years of being cordial, Draco is still hesitant to hold the newest Potter.

"Potter doesn't want me holding his boy." He shakes his blonde head, as Rosanna attempts to hand James over.

"Go on Malfoy, you should be a pro by now." Ginny says in good spirits, despite being slightly sleep deprived.

"I am a bloody pro. But I've never held my former nemesis' offspring, it's a bit different." Draco teases, allowing Rosanna to ease the infant into his arms.

"Look how sweet he is." Rosanna coos, stroking the baby's dark hair.

Leo is fascinated by the little boy. Being the oldest she's always been rather maternal to her younger sisters.

Arlo peaks over the blankets as Rosanna lifts up the identical, platinum blonde, blue eyed twins, for a better view.

Vega points.

Polaris giggles as James wiggles a bit in the blankets and passes gas.

"I think your kid's having a poo on me." Draco scoffs, at the irony of it all.

"Well done, son." Harry chuckles, kissing Ginny's forehead.

Draco turns to Ro, "when are you going to give me another one of these?" He nods to the baby in his arms.

"I thought we were done." Rosanna nearly chokes on her own saliva.

"As many as you'll give me." He murmurs, the baby nuzzling him. Surrounded by his daughters, his wife and dare he say their friends; Draco is the happiest he's ever been.

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Rosanna didn’t take the position at the Wizengamot when it was first mentioned to her, she needed to get her mind right. But when the job reopens, she all but pounces on it.

The team is thrilled to have her, she works interrogations and makes their job very easy.

Her position opens doors for Draco within the ministry. He trains under Harry Potter himself and becomes one of the most prestigious aurors the ministry has ever seen. Even still, he's never truly trusted or accepted by a handful of his colleagues.

Rosanna sneaks into his office on her lunch break, decorating the room in baby blue confetti. A bottle with a howler slipped inside sits on his pristine desk.

They'd waited until birth to learn the genders of their other children. But this is to be their last and Ro was dying to know. So at the appointment to confirm her pregnancy, she finds out.

"We're having a boy!" Draco nearly faints, once the card delivers the news.

He reaches out, stroking the blue confetti at the edge of his desk. A son...he is having a son. His heart leaps and then tightens, painfully. This is far different from daughters.

People look at them and see their mother, kindness and bravery and light. People will look at their son and see him, cowardice, cruelty and dark. What a terrible fate to condemn a child.

Then again, the bond Draco has with his mother is second only to that of his wife and children. To be the only son in a family of daughters, to be his mother's boy... Loved all his days with an affection meant just for him, their son; sung to sleep each night with a tenderness only Rosanna could give. To know the adoration and wisdom of his father without boundaries. To have a proper father... what a beautiful gift to bestow a child.

Part 9

#through love and by love #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fic #draco lucius malfoy #draco x oc #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x oc #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #hermione granger

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fandomsnstuff · 7 months

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One of these days ill post at a reasonable time

@taznovembercelebration

Day 22: silly

Lup's birthday is coming up, and the present from her long distance boyfriend is haunting her in all it's wrapped glory. Doesn't help that her brother thinks her boyfriend is fake.

Read it on AO3

Dearest Apologies

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Good morning Lup,

I would like to deeply apologise for being unable to provide you with the goodnight text you were expecting last night.

Turns out, it is unwise to use one's phone above a pot of boiling water when one is easily startled. According to the respectable phone repairman in my local mall, the damage is fixable and the repair will be cheaper than a new phone, but I am without said device until wednesday. In the meantime, I shall send my missives to you by electronic mail of the g variety.

I hope you slept well. I stayed up far too late, as usual. I write to you as I await the energising effects of my coffee.

Have a wonderful day, my darling.

Yours,

Barry

Re: Dearest Apologies

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Barry,

I suppose I can forgive you, given the harrowing phone experience you've gone through. I pray for your phone's survival.

I did sleep well, I had many dreams of you. I miss you more every day.

I would scold you for staying up late, but alas, I have done the same. But I suppose I have stronger coffee than you, as I'm already set to face the day.

I received the parcel you sent me. You're far too clever, putting a note on top telling me not to open it until my birthday. You're also a cruel lover for it. You know I adore packages, I long to tear it open and see what's inside. But I adore you, so I shall follow your instructions.

Forever yours,

“What're you writing?”

Lup jumps out of her skin as Taako's suddenly standing behind her. “Jesus fucking christ, maybe warn a girl next time?!”

“I made so much noise walking over here.” He grabs her phone from where she dropped it. “What's got you smiling like a fool?”

She snatches the phone back. “Nothing!” She finishes typing her name and sends the email. “It's just a silly thing with Barry.”

Taako groans. “Not this again. Lulu, I'm not stupid.”

Kravitz pokes his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, “who's Barry?”

Taako gives her a look that says, go on. Lup sighs irritably, “Barry's my boyfriend.”

Kravitz's eyebrows go up. He ducks back into the bathroom, presumably to spit his toothpaste out, then says, “since when do you have a boyfriend?”

“She doesn't,” Taako interjects, “there's no way he's real.”

“He's real! I've shown you pictures! He sent me a birthday present!”

“You one hundred percent just googled pictures of white men and showed me one.” He looks to Kravitz, “she said his name is Barry Bluejeans. Tell me that's not fake.”

“Your name is taco twice.”

“Thank you!” She says. “See, Kravitz thinks my boyfriend is real.”

“Now I didn't say that.” She glares at him and holds up his hands defensively. “I have some followup questions.”

She crosses her arms. “Fine. Shoot.”

“Where does this guy live?”

“Connecticut.”

“On the other side of the country? How the hell did you meet him?”

“Conferences. We've been flirting for years.”

“Years, Krav!” Taako exclaims. “And I never heard a word about him, until a month ago! She went away for a week and came back with a boyfriend.”

Kravitz looks between the two of them, then says, decisively, “he's fake.”

Lup throws her hands up. “I get texts, I get calls, I get emails, I got a package, but he's fake! Sure!”

“I'm just saying it sounds a whole lot like the fake Canadian girlfriend I had in middle school before I knew being gay was an option.”

She pouts up at Taako, “I thought you wanted me to be happy.”

“I do, but this is closer to delusional.”

She sticks her tongue out at him then stands up. “Fine,” she says, marching to her room, “believe what you want, but one of these days you're going to feel real stupid!”

A few days later, her phone lights up with a text.

🐻E👖

> Hello

> I've returned to the modern world

> How are you?

Lup ❤️

> welcome back

> im trying to bully taako into letting me help plan the menu for my birthday party tomorrow, but he won't let me

🐻E👖

> how rude of him

> Are you going out for it?

Lup ❤️

> nah, it's cheaper and honestly more fun to stay in with the crew and be stupid than going out and being stupid

> other people's stupidity can interfere with our

🐻E👖

> I can understand that

> good luck bullying him, I gotta run

> I love you

Lup ❤️

> love you too, bear

> also when can I open my birthday present

🐻E👖

> I'll let you know

Lup ❤️

> mean

🐻E👖

> you'll love it, promise

Lup's birthday party is in full swing. There's lots of finger foods and cake, the games are as unnecessarily competitive as always, and Lup's having a blast. But she can't help but check her phone a little too often. Barry called her last night, and sent her a happy birthday text in the morning, but he said he'd be busy all day and wouldn't be able to talk until later. It's later, and she still hasn't heard. He hasn't even told her that she's allowed to open her gift yet, which has been sitting in her room taunting her for days now. She even shook the small wrapped box, but the faint rattling gave her nothing.

She's halfway through a very intense round of poker when she vaguely registers a knock on the door. She dismisses it, far too focused on watching every microexpression on Kravitz's face. Then she hears Taako say, “well I'll be damned.” He calls to her, “Lup! You've got a visitor!”

Confused, she turns her attention away from the game to the door. All her guests are here. Who else–

She practically knocks over her chair as she scrambles up and tackles Barry in a hug. She kisses him hard and says, “what are you doing here?!”

He laughs. “I wanted to surprise you!” His cheeks are tinged a little pink. “I hope that's okay? I don't want to intrude. I have a hotel room, so I can go if you–”

“No!” She fists her hands in his shirt and pulls him into another kiss. “You're not going anywhere. If anything,” she leans in close and lowers her voice, “you'll take me back to that hotel room later.”

“Yeah– yes. Absolutely.”

“Lulu, you gonna introduce me?” Taako says from behind her.

“Taako,” she extracts herself from Barry's arms and stands next to him, linking their arms together, “this is Barry, my boyfriend whom you and your boyfriend so rudely assumed was fake. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Glad you're not a figment of my sister's imagination, my man. Come on in, we have hors d'oeuvres.”

Barry slots in seamlessly with the group. It's around a game of Monopoly that he says, “oh, Lup, your gift.”

She perks up, “can I open it now?”

“Yeah, I almost forgot after all the travel.”

She goes and gets it from her room, already tearing into it as she sits back down beside him. She lifts the lid of the box to reveal a folded piece of paper. She takes it out and unfolds it. It's booking confirmations. She turns to him slowly. “Did you book us a trip?”

He's gotten sheepish now. “I did. I thought… you know, you said you'd never really been on a proper tropical vacation, and you wanted to go to an all inclusive one day, and I had the money, and we're together now, so… yeah.”

“Barry, this is… holy shit. The only travel I've ever done is for work conferences.”

“I know. I've wanted to do this for you for a while, but it felt inappropriate as just a work conference friend that you flirt with. It's not until next year, so there's plenty of time to book off work and whatever. Otherwise, it's all taken care of, all you have to do is show up.”

“Thank you,” she breathes, still scanning over the page in her hands. She looks up and across the table, “a fake boyfriend couldn't do this, could he, Taako?”

#taz fic #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup taaco #taz lup #blupjeans fic

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deaddee-anime-brownfanlady · 9 months

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Alright this is going to my last post regarding this Ze artist transphobia issue as well as regarding this Viv donation problem too & just getting this off my chest.

Now again, I truly felt like this Ze individual should've seriously come forward themselves on this Transphobia tweets issue. Like made a statement about liking these takes & express whether or not they are truly transphobic & have these views & feelings on trans women & trans people in general, and if not then simply just apologized.

Instead of letting some of their coworkers do it themselves. Perhaps, maybe they are taking advantage of the crew to simply save face & cover their own skin, Idk. Also, I felt the responses & poor choice of wording used from Tracy, including Ashley, could've been so much better worded on the handlement of this situation & a bit more professional. I'm sure there's a lot still going on behind the scenes, especially on the business side of things. Since this is still a business, there probably contracts involved. But again this Ze artist should still have their actions held accountable.

Now on this Donation rejection issue.

Why the Hell would you publicly post to your large following that your donation was rejected in the first freaking place? I deeply think that should be kept privately to yourself.

Vivzie should know good well by now that her fanbase is super dangerously overly-obsessive when it comes to her and been known to dogpile, threatened, and attacked anyone who dare criticized her works or dare to call her out on her own equally shitty behaviors and actions. She should have clarify that the donation rejection was politely declined and that there isn't any ill well between parties.

Given Vivienne own list of multiple countless records of ever-growing controversies & allegations, also how she has hurt so many people & done dirty to other artists & animators that used to work for her & others who been victims of her abuse.

I'm not surprised nor real shocked on how much a mess this situation ended up becoming with her involvement in it. The rejection situation could've happened because Lackadaisy already reached their 2 Mili goal & the extra money wasn't needed, or due to other reasons that is still unknown.

I just found the hypocrisy from Vivienne following on this issue to be both baffling & Ironic also tiring. On how they seem to always no matter what coddle this grown adult woman from also taking accountability of any kind in terms of her own unexcusable actions & refuse to see their idol as anything less than highly perfect or not as she seems to be.

Well, all in all. I just deeply think that this Ze person should be accountable. Also, that Vivienne and her awful actions shouldn't be constantly excuse and be equally held accountable too.

Again this situation could've been handled a lot better and way more professional on these issues.

#lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy #vivienne medrano #tracy j butler #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism

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libdarkheart · 2 years

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Aemond x chubby reader

requests open

Being engaged to Aemond was amazing in so many ways but there were a few things that put Y/N off. First was the looks she would get as she walked through the castle, it was very obvious she was not like the other lady's around court with her chubby thighs, bigger stomach and larger breasts and everyone seemed to love to point it out like she already didn't know she was different.

second the people did not believe her whenever she were to tell them she was to marry the prince and would just laugh in her face and throw insults at her such as.

"I doubt he would marry you, he wants children and I don't think he could ever find your cunt between all that fat to even make a child"

"he need a real women not a pig"

"you know maybe you could marry my cow you two seem to have a lot more in common than you and the prince like your weight."

But usually she would brush them off knowing the prince loved her just as much as Y/N loved him. But tonight was a celebration feast for the two young almost weds and everyone from the court and more would be showing up for it.

"I must say it has been a while since I last say you my prince" a lady of the court had exclaimed as she sat down next to Y/N's fiancé as she sat on the other side of him.

"yes, it has but I have been preparing for my wedding with my love" He responded as he looked at Y/N only for her to smile back at him.

"yes it must be dreadful for you to be forced into a marriage" she said while nodding and giggling only to realise that the man next to her did not find it so funny.

"oh we were not forced into marriage we chose to get married. he saved me from being married to a man 3 times my age" Y/N butted in as she kissed her betrothed's cheek making his lip twitch up slightly before he stood up and held his hand out to her.

"my lady would you care for a dance?" he requested making his love giggle and laid her hand in his as he dragged her of to the middle of the room.

"It is a full time job fighting all those women off from you" Y/N laughed as Aemond smirked.

"well you wont have to do that for long because everyone will know I am your just like you are mine" he whispered in her ear before dipping her down as the music came to an end and Y/N yawned.

"I guess it is time for bed my love I shall walk you to your chambers" as he escorted her from the hall and walked down the corridors but paused as they heard whining and whispering.

"he was meant to be mine not that bitch whale" The lady from the court cried as her friends tried to console her.

"I am sure he is only doing this out of pity for the fat slob of meat and is truly in love with you" one of her friends whispered as the couple behind them came closer.

"yes that has to be it, he belongs to me I was meant to be the princess" she said determined as she was about to march back into the hall and confront the prince but stopped as she say the couple.

"my prince I-" she tried to excuse her self but Aemond cut her off.

"I want you, your family and your friends out of the kings landing by morning and if I see you after that I will feed you to my dragon DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?" he demanded as the lady cried and begged for forgiveness at his feet but all he done was kick her off him and pick up his love making her yelp.

"now I am going to take my betrothed to her chambers and make love to her showing her that she is the women I love not you. Her curves are my favourite part of her appearance not that I need to prove anything to you" He said as he stalked off with his love in his arms as she kissed his cheek.

"my savour once again."

this it my first post so I hope everyone likes it and if you have an idea or request message me and ill do it. I love to do crossovers and soulmate story's so don't be afraid to ask me to write about anything because I love to write.

thank you bye

#hotd x reader #house of the dragon #aemond x y/n #chubby love #aemond targaryen #prince aemond #aemond x reader #aemond x you #house of the dragon x reader

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escapismqueen · 11 months

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A kind of Chenford fic but more of a 'found family' fic

Notes: Hello everyone ! I know, this is insane, I'm actually posting 🤣. I'm sorry I've been so MIA, I've just really not been in the frame of mind to write at all. But finally, I got some motivation and inspiration so here I am. I know you'll all be used to be Chenford centred fics, and while this does have Chenford in it, this is mostly a Lucy Chen fic. I hope you all give it a try and maybe even like it :) Thankyou for not giving up on me ❤And a special thankyou to my partner in chaos @chenfordspiral who is literally always there for me and has encouraged me all the way, ily ❤

Summary: Lucy wakes up sick and alone. Tim is on an op with Metro, Tamara is out with friends. Who will take care of Miss Lucy Chen?

Inc: Fluff, angst and then just lottssss of fluff. A lot of Lucy, Grey and Luna. And quite a bit of Angela and Nyla too.

Warnings: talk of childhood trauma and illness but nothing explicit.

You don't have to be sorry

Her eyes open hastily, the brightness of the morning sun immediately forcing them closed once again. As Lucy turns to her side and reaches out for Tim, the coldness of the sheets reminds her of his absence; the Metro op that he had to leave for last night. He was going to be there for a few days, so she’d be alone. Normally, this thought wouldn’t have bothered her too much; of course she misses him when he’s gone, but they’re both adults and they’re both aware that their work will sometimes take them away from each other for a couple of days. It was nothing. Two days. But as Lucy awakes more, she notices the splitting pain travelling through her head. She notices the clammy sheen on her skin, the heat radiating up her cheeks and forehead, and the nausea swirling in her chest and up to her throat. She was sick. As she begins to push her face into her pillow for comfort, the blaring sound of her alarm interrupts her. She didn’t know why, but as soon as the sound went off, the tears started to stream.

Lucy was used to looking after herself when she was sick, she’d done it a lot of her life. Whenever she was sick as a child, her Mother and Father seemed to care more about her going to School and not ‘missing out on important learning’ than they did about their Daughter getting better. She couldn’t count the amount of times she’d had to go into School ill, coming home worse than when she left in the morning. The most affection she’d gotten from them when she was sick, was a quick feel of the forehead and a spoonful of medicine to quicken the recovery; so it’s safe to say, she knows how to look after herself. But at this moment, she doesn’t want to look after herself. She wants to be looked after. And this thought is how her tears become more rapid. Tim being away for two days now seemed like the worst thing in the world. She’d only been ill once since being with him, and it was more of a ‘hangover illness’ than an actual one, but he’d spent the day cuddling her, bringing her water, and giving her a scalp massage to ease her banging head. She cried for an hour after he’d fallen asleep, overwhelmed by the kind of affection she never received as a child, the kind of affection she was now craving. Her loneliness sunk in, not helped by the knowledge that Tamara was with her friends for the weekend so right now she had nobody.

Groggily, Lucy lifts her legs over the side of her bed and sits up, the pounding in her head worsening at the shift in positions. As she looks around the empty, quiet room, she knows she’s going to work today; sick or not.

—

As Lucy trudges her way into the station, she doesn’t miss the worried glances that are being sent her way, and it’s not long before Nyla’s grabbing her arm and pulling her into the locker room to sit down. “What the hell is going on with you ? you look like you're on death's door”. Lucy lifts her head carefully to meet eyes with Nyla, but the bright overhead lights only cause her to squeeze her eyes shut. With a concerned sigh, Nyla reaches her hand and places it onto Lucy's forehead; the way only a mother would know how. The tenderness of the touch relaxes Lucy almost instantly, despite the blinding pain not subsiding.

“Okay, you need to go home. I say this with love, but you look like crap” The comment isn’t untrue, and Lucy knows she’s not well enough to be here, but the alternative? The alternative is being alone and being reminded of her strangled relationship with her parents- so that's not happening. Nyla sits down next to Lucy and furrows her brows at the state of her. “Lucy, don’t be stubborn about this, there’s no way you can even do your job well like this”.

Lucy shakes her head in disagreement, the motion coaxing her to wince in discomfort. Nyla scoffs at the action, knowing instantly that Lucy is going to be way too stubborn to go home today. “Alright, if you’re not going home, then you’re sitting with me and Angela today. You will not be going on patrol, and Grey will agree, so” She pushes herself up from the bench and pulls Lucy up by her hands, guiding her slowly to the detective's desks. Nyla pushes Lucy gently down into a chair and grabs a bottle of water from under her desk, along with some Tylenol and offers them to her. “Drink this, and take these. Be thankful that i had a lot of migraines when i was pregnant with Leah” She chuckles at the thought, and watches Lucy swallow down the pills with a frown, clearly not in the right frame of mind to share in Nyla’s humour. Nyla raises her brows and rubs Lucy lovingly on the shoulder. “Okay, I'm gonna go and check in with Grey. Don’t move” She looks to Lucy to confirm that she’ll stay, but the image she is met with is Lucy’s forehead flat against the table, little snores leaving her mouth. Nyla shakes her head in amusement, chuckling at her friend's condition, before turning and making her way to Grey’s office.

—

Grey and Nyla walk up to the detective's desk to go and check on Lucy, only to be greeted with her head nuzzled into Angela’s lap, her fingers stroking her hair protectively. Both of them watch with the biggest smirks on their faces, highly entertained by the scene. Angela looks up at the sound of their snickers, her hands halting in place, eyes rolling at their expressions. “Shut up, she fell on me like this. I swear, I come to work for a break from my motherly duties, and here I am mothering this stubborn idiot”. Although she calls Lucy an idiot, the small smile on her face gives away the affectionate tone behind her words. She looks back towards them both with a questioning glance “So what are we going to do with her ?”. Grey crosses his arms in thought, Nyla soon after mirroring his actions, hoping to come up with an idea herself. Not even a few seconds later, Grey clicks his tongue and nods his head as if in confirmation to himself. “I’m going to take her back home with me. Luna’s there too, and she’d kill me if she found out Lucy had been in the station sick all day. Angela, can you be acting watch commander for the day?” Angela nods assuredly in agreement.

Grey kneels down to Lucy’s eye level, gently shaking her shoulder to wake her. “Lucy, wake up. Wake up.” At the sound of Grey’s deep and commanding voice, her eyes flutter open in confusion, her voice raspy and tired. “Mmhhh, what?” Grey wraps his hands around her arms as Angela pushes her up softly by her waist. “Chen, we're going somewhere. Get in the shop.” Lucy furrows her brows in puzzlement, but manages to stand herself up and drags herself achingly slow towards the shop. Nyla peeks a look at Angela, tickled to find that her amused smile is the same as hers, both know what the other is thinking; Grey is about to go all ‘Dad’ on Lucy, and they can’t help but love the thought.

—

The drive to Grey and Luna’s home is particularly quiet. As soon as Lucy laid her head on the headrest, she was out like a light. Grey couldn't explain it, but he felt incredibly protective of Lucy. He doesn't know when it happened; maybe after she got kidnapped ?, but it had certainly deepend since Jackson’s death. He couldn’t lose another. He'd lost Jackson who he thought of as a son, he wasn’t willing to lose Lucy too- and this is exactly why Grey’s eyes switched from the road to his passenger seat every 30 seconds; just in case.

Grey pulled the car into his driveway and parked in his usual precise manner of taking 5 minutes to park- that Luna constantly made fun of him for. ‘You do realise this is our driveway right ? you don’t have to prove you're good at parking here?’. He chuckles at the recollection and refocuses his attention back on the sick ridden girl in his car. “Lucy, we're here”. Her eyes flutter open once again, only this time, her confusion is evidently more clear. “Where are we ?” Grey looks towards her with a warm smile and points his head in the direction of his house. “I've taken you to my home because you're too ridiculously stubborn to take care of yourself and I also don’t need you getting my other officers sick. So you’re going to follow me inside and let Luna and I take care of you. Sergeant's order.”

Lucy throws her head back, eyes closing in relief. She may not have admitted it, but she felt like hell at the station, and she sure was glad she had somewhere warm and comfy to go now. “Thanks Sarge. I’m sorry. You don’t need to look after me though, I don't want to impose, and I know you’re busy”. Grey wonders to himself for a moment. He notices the guilty look on Lucy’s face as if she's ashamed to need help; as if she feels that she doesn’t deserve it. The realisation of this clenches his heart- he’s heard stories about Lucy’s rocky relationship with her parents, but he hadn’t realised it was like this. He’s been in the police force a long time; he knows trauma when he sees it, and this is childhood trauma without a doubt. “Lucy, it’s my pleasure. Now come on, Luna will be waiting on tenterhooks to nurse you better” They both laugh at the speculation, Grey knowing his wife to a tee, and Lucy having met her enough to know that this is absolutely going to be the case.

—

“Oh sweetie ! Look at you, you’re not fit for work, Come here.” Luna greets Lucy with a maternal expression of sympathy, and a blanket held open by her arms to wrap Lucy tightly in. She hurries forward to the doorway and envelops her into the fluffy blue blanket that usually lays on the arm of their sofa. Rubbing her hands up and down Lucy’s slender and cold arms, she ushers her over to the couch and sits her down. “Honey, go get her some of your sweats. She can’t stay in this uncomfortable uniform all day.” Grey nods at his wife's request and makes way to their shared bedroom for the clothes.

Luna raises her hand to Lucy’s forehead, frowning at the scorching heat that's radiating off of her. “Oh, sweetie, you’ve got a fever, let me go and get you some medicine and then I'll make you some soup.” Lucy looks at Luna with slight tears in her eyes, but shakes her head to rid of them. “Oh, you don’t have to go to that trouble for me, honestly. You’ve done enough.” Luna’s brow’s furrow deeply at the words, knowing that she’s barely even scratched the surface of looking after her. “Lucy, I've barely even done anything yet. Now, you go and get those sweats on” she says as she spots her husband walk back into the room “and then you can lay down and watch TV and I'll sort the rest.” She cups Lucy’s cheeks lovingly, and pulls herself up towards the kitchen.

—

Once she’s all covered in Grey’s oversized sweats, Lucy can’t help but feel incredibly overwhelmed and emotional by the hospitality she’s being shown. She takes the moment of alone time when Luna is in the kitchen to glance her eyes over the house. The walls are cream with family pictures scattered all over. She notices one of Grey and Luna on their wedding day and can’t help but smile at the happiness that’s been captured. Her mind drifts to Tim; she wonders what their wedding will look like, and what their pictures will be like. She laughs to herself at the thought of Tim being told to pose; deciding then and there that a candid photographer is going to be a must for their wedding- whenever he decides to ask her. She lets the thought go for a moment and continues her search of the room she’s in. The sofa is a warm beige, with an array of soft and patterned pillows. The coffee table has a romance novel bookmarked on it, and Grey’s ‘best dad ever’ coffee mug is sitting proudly upon it. The house feels warm. It feels like home. Lucy wouldn't have even had to know the owners to know that it’s a place filled with love.

Before her mind can float to an unhelpful place, Grey walks towards her with a steaming warm cup of lemon and honey. “Here you go. This should help with your throat- i noticed your voice starting to sound raspy.” He sits beside her on the sofa, passing her the drink with one hand, and occupying his other by picking up the side of the fluffy blanket that had started to fall off of her shoulder. Lucy smiles at the act, pulling the blanket more tightly to herself to ease his concern. “Thank you. I really can’t tell you how much this means to me. I was… I was dreading having to be at home alone whilst feeling like this. It reminds me of” she clenches her eyes shut and takes a deep breath “It just makes me feel crappier because I know that Tim would be taking care of me right now if he was here. But.. this is really cheering me up, so thank you.”

Grey sends her a knowing smile, nodding in acknowledgment without pushing her to reveal any details she wasn’t yet comfortable with. “No need to thank us Chen, that’s what you do for the people you care about.” A genuine smile plasters across both of their faces, and a moment of comfortable silence falls upon them.

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About an hour later, Luna serves the homemade soup into a bowl for Lucy, blowing on it faintly as she makes her way to Lucy's sleeping figure on the sofa. As she lets her eyes wander on the scene in front of her, she turns to her husband, her voice barely above a whisper “Aww, bless her. I feel bad waking her up, but the soup is really going to help her throat and her fever.” Grey nods in agreement, an old family memory coming to the forefront of his mind. He looks up at his wife from his spot on the opposite couch to Lucy “Remember that labor day weekend when Dominique threw up for the entire two days, and we spent all weekend in her room watching Princess movies with her?” He smiles fondly at the memory, Luna cutting in to share another tender anecdote from the time. She giggles at the recollection, a fond smile etching onto her face also. “Yeah, I think we watched Aladdin maybe 50 times” Both of them laugh and nod their heads in agreement, the dreamy tune of ‘A whole new world’ flowing through their minds.

Grey looks over to Lucy’s foetal curled up silhouette, her body positioned to the TV where an old Disney movie is playing. He smiles at the sight “It’s almost as if she’s still here” he smirks. Luna can’t help but spit out a loud laugh at her husband's comment, soon after covering her mouth with her free hand as to not wake the sleeping girl. She looks down towards the soup, noticing the lack of steam emanating from the bowl. “It’s the perfect temperature now. We need to wake her up.” Grey nods and shuffles over to the couch, kneeling down at her side, and begins to lightly shake her shoulder. “Lucy, wake up, soup’s ready.” Her head snaps up in an instant, the smell of warm vegetable soup clouding her nostrils. She hums in satisfaction, the scent cushioning her insides with a warm and cosy sensation. “That smells amazing!” she grumbles out. Luna follows Grey and walks over to the couch, handing her the warm bowl of soup. “I’m glad you think so; this is an old family recipe, my grandma would swear by it!” Grey and Luna each sit either side of Lucy on the sofa, resting their attention on the Television as she swallows down the contents. Both of them are gripped by the musical number flashing before their eyes, until the heartbreaking sound of sniffles and small sobs break through the air.

The worried glances of Grey and Luna flip instantly to the shaking shoulders of Lucy. Without a second thought, Luna bundles Lucy into her arms, cupping her head into her chest as Grey takes the near empty bowl and places it onto the floor. “Oh sweetie, what’s wrong ?” Luna begins to rock her slowly and lovingly, trying her best to soothe the racking of her chest. As Grey begins his search for the tissue box, Lucy tries to stumble out a response to Luna’s question, her throat constricting her from forming a full sentence. “I.. its..my..it’sjustthatyoumustbereallygoodparents” Luna and Grey look at each other puzzled, not quite understanding the words that just came out of her. Grey gets off his spot on the couch and kneels in front of her once again. He looks at Lucy with a tenderness in his eyes, one that reminded Lucy of how he looked at his daughter when she’d come and visit him at the station. It made her heart flutter and clench. “Okay, look at me and copy my breaths okay?” Lucy nods and follows her sergeant's lead and takes several deep breaths, aware of the fact that his title at this moment is very unimportant to him.

Luna has not once let go of Lucy since she began to cry, the tears falling from the sick girl drawing a break through her heart. It’s times like this when Luna understands where the phrase ‘Maternal instincts’ comes from. Lucy notices the tight but protective grip that Luna has on her, her heart swelling at the act, as she begs herself to never forget this feeling. She can feel the cold metal of Luna’s wedding rings through the small holes in the blanket. She can smell Luna’s feminine and rich fragrance as she envelops into her. But the thing she notices the most, is how the parts of her body where Luna’s hands don’t occupy feel cold.

Grey keeps eye contact with Lucy as her breaths become less shaky and staggered. “Okay, now tell us what you were going to say. No rush. Take as much time as you need.” He places his hand affectionately beside her, hoping for her to take it as a promise that he’s here for her.

“I just” Lucy takes a deep breath and everything begins to pour out “I said you must be great parents. The way you've looked after me, and I'm only your officer. It’s been really sweet. Your daughter is a lucky girl.” She looks to both Luna and Grey with a sad smile before continuing with her confession. “I’ve never really experienced anything this family-like before. I don’t have a great relationship with my parents. I never really have. They um, they expect a lot of me, and no matter what, It's just never good enough.” At this, Luna squeezes Lucy’s arm in comfort, an encouraging rub of her arm following to assure her that they can trust her with this information.

“They’ve never told me that they’re proud of me. They hate that I'm a cop; think I can do ‘better’. But I'm used to that- I mean, it's been my whole life. But this, now, with the soup and the blankets and how you’ve both gone out of your way to take care of me; I’ve never really had that from them either, and I guess it’s just brought up some stuff for me. I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing.” Grey shakes his head immediately, the expression on his face alerting her that she has nothing to be embarrassed about. “You have got nothing to be embarrassed by. What you’ve just told us- that’s some real trauma Lucy. It’s not fair that you’ve never felt that kind of love from your parents.” He thinks to himself for a moment, before deciding that he cannot let this go without telling her. “I know I'm not your Father, but for the record, I am immensely proud of you. You are an outstanding woman and an outstanding Cop. I’m proud of you every single day.” He says it with such conviction and confidence that Lucy’s eyes begin to well with unshed tears. She sniffles at his words, grateful and overwhelmed to be hearing this. “Thank you, Sir.” He takes a moment to rub Lucy’s free arm, more affected by her tears than he’d initially thought. “No need to thank us Lucy.” Luna nods in agreement with her husband, her voice now matching the same tone as him. “He’s right. We were more than happy to take care of you today, and every single word that my husband has just said is true. And for the record… If you ever need a Mom and Dad, you’ve got two right here” Luna’s smile is achingly sweet as she says this, Grey following with a sweet and bright smile of his own not long after. Lucy cannot believe she’s even hearing this, but she doesn’t question it anymore as both of their arms wrap tightly around her.

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As Lucy settles herself in Grey and Luna’s guest bedroom, where they both insisted she stay tonight, her phone begins to ring. Her eyes locked with the picture of her and Tim that popped up on his caller ID. It was a picture from their first official ‘uninterrupted’ date. Tim’s arms were cradled around Lucy's waist as they both looked at each other like the other had hung the stars in the sky. She smiles at the picture before picking it up, excited to talk to her boyfriend who she already misses (not that she’s going to let him in on that secret). “Hey Babe” Her normal voice hasn’t quite returned yet, the hoarse croak replacing her usual smooth and sunny voice. “Hey Sweetheart, you don’t sound too good. Angela told me you were sick-I’m sorry I can't be there for you.” Lucy wanders her mind to today- the caring nature of Nyla and Angela, the decision from Grey to take her home. The way both him and Luna doted on her; it all brings a warmth to her chest “It’s okay. Turns out I have some family to take care of me after all”.

#chenford #therookie #therookiechenford #lucychen #timbradford #wadegrey #luna grey #angela lopez #nyla harper #foundfamily #Spotify

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coughdontfeelwellcough · 9 months

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Sicktember - sick and injured

Fandom: Spider-Man (insomniac game.)

Words: 1484

Authors notes: Welcome to my first sicktemper post for this year! I wrote this after replaying the ps4 game ready for the new one but they're are no game spoilers and both Peter and MJ are aged 23.

I hope you enjoy!

Peter wasn’t going to make it home. He’d just gotten out of a rough fight and Peter was not in good shape. He needed help, he couldn’t exactly collapse on the streets of New York. He refused to go to May, she couldn’t know about he was Spider-Man and that only left one person.

Peter crash landed on MJ’s balcony, hissing in pain as his body collided with the floor. He’d lost a lot of fights in his time but it had been a long time since he’d felt pain like it.

“Jesus! Peter!” MJ was at his side, helping him limp into her apartment. He made it to her couch where she helped take off his mask, wincing at the sight of his bruised and bloodied face.

“You need a Doctor.” she grabbed her phone and Peter had to reach out to stop her before she dialled 911.

“Don’t.”

“I don’t think you’re in any shape to negotiate right now Peter. What the hell happened?” she asked.

“Met the new guy, calls him Tombstone. Don’t tell Fisk but this guy could give him a run for his money,” Peter replied.

“And he did this to you?”

Peter nodded, wincing at the movement. “Him and his thugs.”

“Did you stop him?” she asked.

“No, but I imagine Yuri is hot on his tail.”

MJ sighed and put her phone away, it wasn’t like she’d been able to explain to the paramedics anyway. They’d danced this dance before and Peter hated how defeated she looked every time.

“What hurts the most? Because to be honest you look like hell.”

Peter tried to laugh but it just sent stabbing pain through his ribs. “Right shoulder is definitely dislocated, I’d say at least six broken ribs, a few dozen cuts and bruises oh and I’m pretty sure my left leg is broken.”

“Fuck sake Peter, anything else? Any limbs hanging off I should know about?”

“I’m all good.” “I highly doubt that.”

MJ went to fetch her first aid kit, one she kept specially stocked up for the many Spidery related injuries. He remembered the first time he’d drought Curtis Conners and had stumbled into her apartment with claw marks across his chest. She’d screamed and almost driven him to the hospital before he’d managed to calm her down.

“I’m going to start with your shoulder, just deep breaths and it’ll be over.” MJ grabbed his right shoulder and forced it back into the socket. Peter whimpered and leant back against the couch, heart pounding. No matter how many times she’d done that it never hurt any less.

“I’m just going to rest your leg for now and then we’ll get you changed in a bit, let me first clean you up a bit,” she said.

MJ took a damp cloth and started cleaning the blood and sweat from his face.

“Peter, you’re really warm.” she said, touching his forehead with her wrist. “In fact you’re burning up, are you ill?”

“I dunno know, maybe? I wasn’t feeling so great earlier but then the whole Tombstone thing happened and I kinda forgot about it.” Though now she’d mentioned it Peter was suddenly aware of how achy and clammy he felt, a headache forming behind his eyes.

MJ sighed, pushing her hair back from her face. He knew that look, she was disappointed in him.

“MJ I’m..”

“If you say sorry right now Peter Parker I will end you. It’s just how do you go out and fight mob bosses without realising you have the flu?”

Peter shrugged and coughed roughly into his fist. Each one sending a stabbing pain through his ribs and tearing at his throat.

“You sound awful,” MJ said, patting his back as the fit ended.

“Well, I feel great,” he replied, wincing.

“Shut up so I can take your temperature and see how high your fever actually is.”

Peter did as he was told, only coughing lightly as she placed the device under his tongue. A minute later and it beeped a red 103.4 flashing up on screen.

“You don’t do anything by halves do you?” MJ asked, frowning.

“One of the joys of being me, I might heal quicker than most but it means I get sick quicker too.”

“I remember, we were sixteen and on the ferris wheel in Central Park when you suddenly and violently came down with the stomach flu…”

“Ew, don’t remind me.” Peter groaned.

“Well it’s burnt into my memory, I’ll never be able to wear strappy sandals again.”

Peter wanted to laugh but only ended up coughing, thick and chestily into his elbow.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get you out of your suit. You can’t be comfortable and it can’t be doing anything for your fever.”

“Whatever you say Doc,” Peter sniffed.

“Do you think you can stand?” MJ asked.

“I once fought Rhino with my leg broken in half three places and a concession, I think I can manage this.”

It took both of them to get Peter on his feet, MJ had her arm around his waist as all remaining colour leaving him face the moment he tried to put weight on his injured leg.

Getting him changed was a challenge, Peter couldn’t stand for any length of time and could barely go a minute without coughing. By the time he was dressed in some spare comfy clothes he was exhausted and trembling. His flu symptoms were truly starting to hit him, his head felt fuzzy and he could feel the congestion starting to settle in his chest. MJ joined him on the bed, rubbing his back as he coughed miserably into his wrist.

“How are you feeling? Honestly,” MJ asked.

Peter sighed, his voice weak and shaky with pain and illness. “Not great.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Some tea would be lovely,” he rasped, the pain in his ribs was the worst and he struggled to keep the tremble out of his voice.

“Okay, tea coming up,” she replied, kissing the top of his head.

“Can you help me back to the couch?” he asked.

“Are you sure? I thought you might like to lie down.”

“I’m not taking your bed MJ, the couch is fine.”

MJ gave him the look again but he refused to back down, it was bad enough he’d dumped himself on her in such a state. He wasn’t about to make her give up her bed as well as everything else.

“Okay,” she sighed. “Come on.”

They stumbled back to the living room, MJ managing to get Peter back on the couch as he coughed and struggled to catch his breath. She helped him get comfortable and even got a stack of pillows to rest his broken leg.

“Do you have a blanket? It’s freezing,” Peter asked,

“That’s your fever talking,” MJ replied, still she returned with a blanket.

She wrapped around his shoulders before running her fingers through his hair, checking his fever.

“You’re getting worse,” MJ sighed.

“It’s a talent of mine,” Peter rasped.

MJ gave a weak smile and kissed his forehead. “Do you want to try some medicine? You’re really burning up.”

Peter gave a stuffy groan. “You know it won’t do anything.”

“Humour me okay?” she said, putting a couple of Tylenol in his palm.

Peter nodded and did as he was asked, and he leant back against the couch, his expression miserable as he failed to mask the pain. MJ squeezed his hand, he knew she hated it when he got hurt and even though he had healed faster than most it didn’t stop her from worrying.

MJ finished making the tea and returned to Peter hacking up a lung, the sound as harsh and congested as ever. He barely managed to calm his breathing, a nasty wheezing coming from his lungs.

“Here, drink your tea,” she said, passing the steaming mug.

“Thank you,” he croaked.

“Losing your voice? I never thought I’d see the day,” MJ teased.

Peter pouted, giving her his best sad puppy eyes. MJ just laughed and brushed his hair out of his face, running a hand over his feverish skin.

“I hope you’re feeling a bit better.”

Peter nodded, coughing pitifully into his wrist and almost spilling his tea.

“You know, you are terrible at looking after yourself.”

Peter smiled, leaning over to rest his head on MJ’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, I know you’ll be there to look after me.”

MJ wrapped her arm carefully around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

“Of course I will,”

Unfortunately getting injured on the job was just part of being Spider-Man, it never lasted long but it was always good knowing he had someone to go to. Peter rarely admitted it himself but he needed Mary-Jane Watson, she was his other half and he could always count on her to put him back together.

#sicktember 2023 #sickfic #coughing #fever #injury #sicktember

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rogertaylorshbb · 1 year

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"friends" roger Taylor fanfic {part 4 [last part]}

I don't really like how I needed this but I'm thinking of writing a longer and better version on Wattpad, once I write it and post it I will give the user to anyone who wants to read that one, anyway enjoy the 4th part!!

you saw roger laughing. social, funny roger sitting around a group of people with one of his arms around Ava's waist. "hey Daniel I'm just gonna go say hi too ava" you shouted over the loud music. "ok, ill go get us some drinks, meet back here" he shouted back shuffling through the crowd. you walked over to ava. "hey!" you called. "oh, y/n, where's Daniel?" she smiled extatically to see you. "he's getting drinks" just as you said that roger turned around you and made eye contact. he looked you up and down slowly with no emotion on his face.

"you look- nice" he said taking a sip of his drink but you didn't hear him over the loud music. "huh?!" you questioned. he sighed "I SAID YOU LOOK NICE!". you laughed "oh thank you, so do you".

"I'm gonna go now but I better see you on the dance floor in 10 minutes!" you said hugging ava and waving to roger to meet up with Daniel. for 10 minutes you and Daniel sat and talked, it wasn't a great talk, kind of boring but there was a few laughs. just as you were gonna explain how to get free drinks your favorite song started to play. "OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG, WE HAVE TO DANCE, COME" you said jumping up reaching for his hand. he shook his head "no no, um ill wait till the next song". you wanted to try to convince him but you didn't want to waste your favorite song.

----rogers pov---

I saw y/n walk through the door, for some reason I had the urge to seem I was having a good time so I feigned a laugh at someone's joke and put my hand around Ava's waist, I don't really know why. she came over to talk to ava but as straight as I wanted to ask her something she said she had to go.

about 10 minutes after my favorite song started to play "HEY I LOVE THIS SONG!" I shouted. "COME DANCE". "wait, I'm gonna go to the bathroom ill try and come back before the song is done" ava said smiling at roger. I wasn't gonna wait for her so she could re-apply her makeup in the bathroom mirror so I ran out on the dance floor.

back to second person----

you ran onto the crowed dance floor jumping around as you felt someone nudge you "HEY!" roger called. "OH HEY!" you laughed. "SORRY I LOOK A BIT LIKE A LUNATIC I JUST LOVE THIS SONG" you shouted at him. "REALLY? ME TOO" he shouted back. you and him jumped around to the song, and the song was so good you hadn't began to realize how much you and roger were touching. since you too were jumping around, so close to each other and in a crowed room you were touching an absurd amount.

as you were jumping to the second song that was playing you accidently tripped on your shoelaces like an idiot, lucky roger was there to catch you. you smelt his soft cologne and the silk of his shirt and you leaned into him from the fall. you and him laughed uncontrollably from your stupid fall. after the 4th song you and roger finally decided to take a break and head back to the dance floor later.

you and roger got 2 beers and stumbled up the stairs laughing at nonsense. roger then sluggishly pushed open a door that led into a fancy bedroom. roger instantly collapsed onto the bed. you grabbed his beer and put in next to yours on the side table. "I'm so tired" he puffed. "same, but still gonna go out for more songs" you said. he picked himself up sitting up on the bed. he didn't say anything and just stared at you.

his eyes followed you as you sat down next to him. "you are more fun then I thought" he sighed. you blushed a bit "well maybe if you decided to be a decent human being to me before you would know" you chuckled.

he then gently and softly with his delicate finger shifted a piece of hair from your face. that's when suddenly to your surprise he leaned in for a kiss. his lips touched yours and his hands wrapped around your waist. you breathed heavy and the heavenly feeling of rogers hands wrapping around you making you feel safe and warm. he pulled back from the kiss softly.

"I always thought you were beautiful though" he whispered.

@sarcastic-sourwolf

#roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fan fic #x reader #roger meddows taylor #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor queen #fanfic queen #queen fanfiction #brian may queen #queen band

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delphoxqueen · 1 year

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Gigi Grant’s Diary- 13 Wishes (2013)

{Scroll to the bottom of the post for the actual diary pages!}

[H] = Hourglass

[S] = Star

This Diary Belongs to: Gigi Grant

I wish you wouldn’t read my diary.

Name: Gigi Grant

School: Monster High

[S][S][H][H][H]

Stars and sands, I detest being bottled up. Patience is a chief virtue among genies- after all, we don’t know when we’ll next be found and released- but it can be a difficult one to maintain. One tried to pass the time in any way one can, but as the centuries fall away, it can be quite taxing on the mind… especially myself occupied is one of the reasons I decided upon keeping a diary, I would like to keep track of my wonderful times in the outside world, and all the lovely monsters I’ve met. It will be something pleasant to turn to when I am sad and lonely… which seems to be more and more often.

[S][S][H][H][H][H]

There are many wonderful things about being a genie- the power you command is immense, and the places you find yourself can be amazing. And making wishes come true! What could be better than that? But there is always a very sad part, too… returning to the lantern when your tasks are done. Even though I am able to grant 13 wishes to each finder I meet/ more than most of my kind!- the time always seems to pass too quickly. I just returned from assisting my newest finder, a sweet banshee girl who wanted nothing more than to be able to sing beautifully instead of wailing mournfully. The look on her face when she first heard her new voice was so surprised and joyful that it made us both burst out laughing! Since that was her one heart’s desire, it was difficult for her to think of other ways to spend her wishes, but together we found ways to grant good fortune on her friends and family as well. She even postponed using her last wish so that I could spend more time in the outside world with her. But as always, we had to say goodbye… Still it’s marvelous when one’s finder is someone who’s truly kind. My father once warned me that my finders may not always be so pure of heart, and that I may find their wishes difficult to grant- but also that it’s not the genie’s place to hide a finder’s wishes. The finder must choose his or her own way. Thus far I’ve been lucky, as all my finders’ desires have been good natured (or at the very least, harmless), but I dread the day I will hear an ill-meant wish.

[S][H][H][S]

In the lantern there is an endless expanse of sand, and the palace that I call home. Well, I sat endless, but it doesn’t really end or begin anywhere. Once, when I was very, very bored, I set out from my home, intending to find the end of the world inside the lantern- but after an hour’s walk, I came back upon the palace I’d started from the other side, as if I’d gone around in a circle. It was very disorienting. I’ve tried it again a handful of times, but it’s no use. The lantern is entirely self-contained, and I am contained within. It has its perks, of course- my palace is beautiful, and, of course, I can rearrange it however I choose. If I want a swimming pool, or a room filled with ice cream, or a closet full of jeweled gowns, I need only nod my head. But without someone to share it with, it all seems very empty. In my world in the lantern, I can make nearly anything I want… nearly anything, that is, except a friend.

[S][H][H][H][H][S]

I will never understand the desire for finders to wish for more wishes.

A) It never works and

B) it really annoys your genie.

Besides, I grant 13 wishes per finder, which I think is quite a lot by genie standards! Some finders have told me of legends that genies grant three wishes only, but I’ve heard of genies who can only grant one- and some who can grant even more than me! Of course, genies are quite rare, and we don’t often meet. Perhaps it depends on the magic of the lantern we’re bound to, or perhaps our own inborn magic… Hmm. I suppose in many ways, I am still learning about my powers myself. Maybe I’m capable of things even I’m not aware of. Still, though, I wish that monsters would not stop wishing for exponential wishes. It will simply never happen. Myself, I only have one wish… and, oh, you can probably guess what it would be.

[S][S][H]

How did the stranger know my heart’s desire? Why did the finder decide to listen to him? How could I have been so lucky? I do not know- what I do know is that now I have a friend, and my long solitude within the lantern is at last at an end, thanks to that kind finder’s wish. Her name is Whisp, and she is my own shadow- brought to life during the Shadow Eclipse, and with a mind and will of her own. It’s strange, you would think my shadow would be the exact same as me, but Whisp is most definitely one of a kind- she is clever, mischievous and funny, and bursting with new ideas. I’ve hardly had time to write, we’ve been having so much fun together. Yesterday we raced camels across the sands, and today she wants to repaint the main hall of the palace puce, just to see how it would look. And anything she can think of, I’m happy to do- she seems to have some magic of her own, but it’s not as strong as mine. Still, I think with time, she can learn… and we have all the time in the world.

[S][S][H][H][H]

Whisp is angry with me. It’s the first time she has ever been angry with me… at least, I think so. The finders are the problem… or rather, the way I come and go with their desires is the real problem. Whisp’s power has been growing, but as of yet, she hasn’t been able to emerge from the lantern with me. She’s angry that I don’t take her with me when I go- but because I have no warning when I’m summoned and can’t return to the lamp until I have completed my tasks, I am unable to. I understand her sadness… after all, I know how it feels to be left alone. But in this matter, I am powerless, and I think she cannot imagine that I am powerless in anything. After all, she sees me working great magic in the lantern all the time. Her anger upsets me, but I can't imagine we won’t be able to work it out. She’s my best friend… I don’t want to lose her.

[H][S][H][S]

I thought having Whisp was a dream come true… but she’s become a nightmare. Whisp has been concealing her strength from me- she had grown more powerful than I realized. On my most recent summons to the outside world, she followed me- and to my horror, began to corrupt the finder, whispering dark thoughts and changing her desires, making her wish for evil things. As a genie I cannot influence a finder so… but Whisp is strong, and has no such limitations on her powers. If it weren’t for the magic mirror, I shudder to think what could have become of the world outside, plunged into eternal shadow… Thank goodness the finder came to her senses, and wished us both returned inside. For now, Whisp is hiding from me- she has her side of the palace, and I have mine, but I fear that she may soon control the world inside the lantern, I know she cannot, would not harm me- or at least, I hope not- but I am afraid of what may happen should she grow even stronger. I must try protect the finders from her influence, no matter the cost… but u do not know how difficult that will be, especially as I am unable to warn them directly. Stars and sands, what can I do?

The Very First Day of November

How strange it is to finally date an entry… to finally exist as part of the world, rather than apart from it! So much had happened… today will be my first day of school, with my new friends, and with hope for a new start. It is stran free being a genie without a lantern… my powers are unfettered, but I’ve had to promise Headmistress Bloodgood that I will keep any magic to a minimum on campus, which is probably for the best. She says they’ve never had a genie as student before, and that it will be an interesting learning experience for everyone. For me, especially, I think :) Clawdeen tried to warn me that I will find school “like, so deadly boring” after granting wishes for so long, but I told her that after being locked in a lantern for centuries is much fuller than any Bite-ology class could ever hope to be! (Frankie said I probably shouldn’t mention that to the teachers, though… they might take it as a challenge.) For now, I am closing the book in this diary and starting a new one- filled with excitement and new friends, and new ways of making my own wishes come true.

About Me

Name: Gigi Grant

Age: Dad says I’m 15, but he lost my birth certificate somewhere between Darius the Great and Julius Caesar, so I’m really not sure.

Monster Parent: The Genie.

Killer Style: Natural fabrics, especially silk, in bright colors. I’m also big on halter-tops, baggy pants and slippers. Basically, I’m all about comfort. Of course, I can’t be a total slob, cause I never know when I’m going to have to pop out for a meeting with the new boss.

Freaky Flaw: It’s not a real stretch to guess that I’m claustrophobic. Being stuck in a lamp for millennia will do that to you.

Pet: A scorpion called Sultan Sting. Don’t let the name fool you — he’s actually quite unpretentious.

Favorite Activity: I love to go sightseeing. It’s always a bonus when a monster wishes to take a trip to someplace I haven’t already been.

Biggest Pet Peeve: That wishing for extra wishes thing. As if 13 wishes isn’t enough.

Favorite School Subject: Astronomy- I love space. It’s just so open and un-stoppered.

Least Favorite School Subject: Driver’s Ed. It’s not so much the class but the tiny car you have to drive.

Favorite Color: I love peaches and gold’s.

Favorite Food: My father’s secret recipe hummus and fresh baked pita. Even after all this time I have never grown tired of it!

BFF’s: I wish I could name just one.

#monster high #monsterhigh #monster high dolls #mhdiaries #gigi grant #monster high gigi #13 wishes #monster high 13 wishes #clawdeen wolf #frankie stein

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ghosthauntingevermore · 2 years

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INHALES

Buckle up bitches, I'm gonna share my thoughts on the Newest Halloween movie whether you want them or not.

Posting a SPOILER WARNING HERE because I'll be discussing the end and much of what happens in the movie. If you haven't seen it, I don't wanna spoil it fot you, But if you read it past this point, that's on you.

First I wanna say, I did throughly enjoy the movie, and I have seen opinions from both Ends. I personally didn't think it was terrible but I do feel that it could have been executed better

Firstly it wasn't consistent with Halloween as I personally know it. I've seen the Originals and the modern ones, and while it's not my favorite horror franchise, I am familiar with it to a degree.

Micheal Meyers has always been solitary. He works alone, always has. I would have liked to see more context as to why he didn't kill Corey when he saw him like he does literally anyone else.

Typically if you survive a Meyers encounter it's because you got away somehow, not because he let you. I would've like more context as to why Corey was suddenly different, but that will never happen, I honestly feel like blumhouse just wanted to throw a fresh face in there because why not? But it didn't make sense if we're going off the fact that it's Halloween.

My friend feels like what they did with Laurie was backwards, having her be super paranoid and stuff in other movies and this one she's trying to heal, and I get that thought. However there's no doubt that Laurie has PTSD and when she saw Corey standing there like he was, it triggered it and she just kinda... spiraled from there.

Also the reference Micheal Meyers... being brain damaged (I don't recall this ever being mentioned before in previous movies) and some.. expanding on that would have been nice because from what I remember he was seen my a therapist or a Psyciatrist as a child who insisted he was the devil incarnate and no one did anything for him ever except demonize him. I have no doubt he had something going on but if I recall correctly this is the first time someone mentions him being brain damaged instead of just plain evil or even mentally ill.

Expanding on the other part of it with Corey and Allison (I know I spelled it wrong) I loved it. I loved Corey's character and I loved his development. I loved seeing him go from being this timid Lil guy to being more... meticulous and bold. I love how we get to see how smart this man actually is at the end of the movie

I think Corey's part of this movie would have been FANTASTIC on its own. Still able to make a play on what happened and how he was swayed to the "dark side" (so to speak) meeting a killer, who's has decided to show him the ropes or whatever. I think they could have done this without riding on the "Halloween" part. I feel like Micheal Meyers working with someone is just out of character with the Micheal Meyers we've seen until now.

I feel like if it wasn't for the Corey part of the movie, the ending of it would have hit much differently with them parading Micheal around. I do feel like the way he died was a little lackluster for Micheal given all the stuff he's survived, but the whole showing all of Haddonfield he's actually dead is a good fit for the end of his legacy since he's terrorized that town for years.

I think, personally, Blumhouse should have dived balls deep into the Halloween aspect of it without Corey's story to it, because in my opinion that would have made more sense, then taken Corey's story and maybe made and seperate film with that. I wouldn't even mind some Halloween references in it, but I don't think Micheal Meyers should really have been in it at all.

To me the film didn't feel like a Halloween film. It felt like Blumhouse rode of the popularity of the Halloween franchise and off Micheal Meyers more than anything considering Corey killed more people than Micheal and was more the focus of the film than Micheal (aside from Meyers being mentioned a few times)

I think Micheal should have been more the focus of the film since they were bringing his reign of Terror on Haddonfeild to an end, and while I Like Corey as a character A LOT him having been a Meyers wannabe that in all honesty should have been killed by Meyers sooner or maybe not in the film at all.

All the stuff with Corey (in my opinion) would have been better as it's own film, and I think the way his story ended would have been a great ending to that film, and the end to Micheal Meyers would have hit better without it.

Still a great movie, I still liked it, I still enjoyed watching it, and I enjoyed Corey and his character. But it still felt like two different films mushed together.

#ghostly whispers #discussion time!!!#i was proof reading this but i had a rough day today #anyway #feel free to send me asks or reblog this witg your thoughts!#these are just my personal opinions and critique of the movie so #*gestures* i hope it makes sense.#i also accept i could be wrong about my recalling the original movies #because i have bad memory and its been forever #so if thats the case- my applogies

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adversitybloomed · 5 months

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🌸 ┊ letter received from @battleguqin Lan Sizhui : “ Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts. ” / QUOTES FOUND ON PINTEREST.

she should have known ━━ she should have been here sooner to help take care of her and now it was too late. her grandmother's passing had hit the whole family hard, for the head matriarch had been part of their lives for so long. everyone had been so busy with the funerial preparations, that they had hardly said two words to one another save for her younger sister who clung to her mothers side.

it had been a week since her passing. a weak since she had succumbed to her illness. yet it felt much longer, especially as her grandmother's spirit had yet to depart. her soul had unfinished business here and lingered by mulan's side talking to her about things that were left unsaid. none of this she could share with her family ━━ none of the words spoken bringing ease to her already unsteady heart.

yet by the time people had started to arrive to pay their respects, she had dissipated from this life, eager to join her ancestors to watch over her before preparing for the cycle of reincarnation. and though this time she had gotten a chance to say goodbye, it did not help her mourn. instead, she had to stay strong for her father. strong for her sister and step mother who's eyes seemed more broken then hers. in the end, she had to take over the arrangements and ended up being the one to greet guests while her father stood by her grandmother's portrait, face unreadable as people moved by.

she greeted everyone that she could, her tones calm as she spoke kind words before directing them towards her step mother who would guide them better inside. she watched as members of her community all said kind words, some dabbing at their eyes, while others told stories of her grandmother's glory days. she tried her best to smile, but nothing showed as she felt only numbness in her heart.

that was, until sizhui and members of his sect had come, followed by her own. her voice cracked upon greeting him ━━ the heaviness of her heart growing more as a childish part of her wanted to forsake her post and cling to him to cry. but she withdrew herself, her eyes moving to stare anywhere but him for she knew that if she looked into his violet eyes she would break.

hours had passed, many had left though her father had asked the members of the sect to stay for supper. her step mother had cooked with the aid of her sister. the sounds of conversations drifting past the screen walls as she moved silently through the halls. while normally she would have enjoyed the company, she found herself once more coming back to her grandmother's room ━━ her eyes drifting towards her vanity.

she did not remember moving to kneel before it, nor did she even remember lifting one of the jewelry to spin around in her fingers. instead all she could see was visions of her grandmother through the years, the dangling set of magnolia jewels dangling from her hair as she had called for her to stop chasing the wild animals and do her chores.

his voice had snapped her away from her thoughts, hot tears now felt running down her cheeks as she moved quickly to wipe them away with her funereal white sleeves. ❝ at least she is no longer suffering. ❞ she said softly, the cracking tones in her voice back as she put back down the headpiece and moved to get up. glancing around, she could not yet bring herself to look at him as emotions began to overwhelm her. ❝ but then again... she would not have suffered so much if she had simply just taken her medicine ━━ if she had just summoned me home... maybe i could have done more for her... for them. ❞ why was she suddenly so angry ? why did she want to scream that it was not fair ━━ when she knew this was just the way of life ?

❝ it does not matter. her spirit is gone now, she left this morning to join the ancestors. none if it really matters anymore does it ? all that i can do is clean up all of this... so that my family can be more at ease once i return to lotus pier. ❞ her body shook, but she did not notice it nor did she care. instead she glanced around, taking in the room that had once brought her comfort. ❝ i should start with her clothing and work her way to her furniture... ❞

#battleguqin #🌸 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 ✧ letters #🌸 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 ✧ completed #🌸 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 ✧ response #🌸 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✧ tales of a cultivator #( tw: loss )

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makahimetenshi · 9 months

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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 30 -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

The next one probably is the last chapter.

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Ingram didn’t understand why all so sudden the Elder itself in his power armor came to her and ask for a patrol prepare immediately to Sanctuary Hills. Truth is that Arthur wasn’t prepared for today breaking inside the vault but since getting the pipboy was so easy why not do it today? Maybe it was good luck and his son was waiting. He expected a bit o resistance and didn’t prepare a squad but oh well it doesn’t matter, shell do it anyway.

-We are breaking inside a vault –said the elder giving Ingram the pipboy in hand- send me a message when we are ready to leave

-There will be any resistance around? Should I recruit a squad of guards to protect us? It may take some hours

-Ill take my own squad there, don’t worry, just pick up the best scribes for the work

Alright. Thought Ingram examining the pipboy in her robotic hands, walking around the Prydwen selecting her people for the job, once they were done and ready to leave with the adequate tools for the job in hands her surprise was big at seeing the ventibirds to leave already prepared, same with the five paladins waiting for them to scort them to destiny.

When she send the message that they were ready to leave the elder took no time in arriving to the fly deck to look for the team that will leade him to his baby.

-Elder, I separated provisions for 48hs I don’t know exactly were are we heading or what are we doing -said Ingram walking at his side.

-We are breaking into vault 111- wait isn’t that the vault of sentinel Nora?- In Sactuary Hills, we are no friends with that settlement despite being minutemen allys, so don’t expect a warm welcome, ill do what I can to avoid us from getting attacked but have in mind that you may have to work under hostile conditions.

Damn trying to hack into a vault in the middle of a shootout wasn’t into her plans today…or never.

They all went inside two ventibirds and headed to the settlement. The transport was quite noisy and obvious, it was noticeable wherever it passed so they were going to fly over Sanctuary and try to land in the vault field without causing much fuss but that was…difficult to achieve, surely a patrol from the settlement will pay them a visit. Who should he expect? Preston lives in Castle since a long time now.

Exactly as they predict where they landed there was a patrol walking towards them, this time Arthur would talk, present themselves to the locals who obviously wanted an explanation of what the hell were two bentibirds doing so close to their home, and its true, Sanctuary was very very close to the vault, it wasn’t a situation to ignore and let pass.

-What are doing brotherhood soldiers so close to our settlement? –a whole army indeed, 6 in power armor, Proctor Ingram and 6 scribes. The patrol of minutemen look…conflictuated…They definitely didn’t want to challenge them. Too much power difference.

-Its Robert Maccready around? –spoke Arthur out and loud.

-Yes…he is…-the patrol looks confused at each other face. Well well well knowing a familiar name definitely helps to calm everybody

-Cool, bring him and who ever is in charge too while we start working

-Hold on buddy it doesn’t work like that –said one of the settlers offended by his cocky attitude, what the hell with start working if they didn’t allow them? At least wait until people agree

-It will, buddy –spit Arthur annoyed- now bring your boss so we can settle things up

They all make sings between them and two from the patrol run down to Sanctuary Hills while the other three stay there to…well put an eye over the brotherhood soldiers who were already downloading their cargo from the ventibirds, what a nerve to stablish without authorization of the people who actually lives there

A few minutes later, Maccready and…a ghoul with a sales-man suit approached them guided by the minutemen patrol mans.

-Good to see you…elder –said Maccready to Maxson.

The brotherhood soldiers couldn’t not be more indignated about being in presence of a ghoul like it was nothing.

-Was the company really necessary? –said Ingram low with actual disgust

-Shut up, Im one of the people that knows Nora from before the bombs dropped…15 minutes before the bombs dropped actually –reply the Vaul-Tec sales man annoyed

-So you seen the bombs drop? –she asked surprised.

-As many of us ghouls, but you don’t care about that? Many of savage ghouls are sentient and can understand us, but you just shoot them in the face because they cant talk in English –said the salesman with sarcarsm- I was working in this neiberhood when the bombs dropped exactly, this was my zone for the day, I was a vaul-tec sales man.

The brotherhood people stood there in silence hearing his story, a bit fascinating a bit repulsive too, the man that survived the bombs and its still today living and breathing to tell them.

-Are you the person in charge here? –ask a Paladin

-Yes, designated by the general, what are you guys up to?

-We are trying to break into the vault –said Arthur- there’s something inside the brotherhood needs –the patrol open up their eyes wide, nobody ever tried in all this years despite the temptation, General Nora made very clear to sneak out their noses from the vault 111 and…well they didn’t have pipboys to try it and the entry to the vault didn’t exactly help to break inside by hand, wasn’t an easy one unlike vault 114 for example

-Remember when I said I know her from exactly 15 minutes before the bombs dropped? 5 minutes early I was trying to get inside the vault, the guards didn’t let me pass trough the doors –the ghoul pointed at the fence a few meters from them- I was asking to let me go inside, I was a vaul tec employee just like them, I was selling the wonders of living inside a vault –well considering Noras fate wasn’t exactly a good experience- and I could never taste it, im like this because that assholes coworkers of mine didn’t let me go trough the gates…since they were on high ground they vanished like dust behind the fences in front of my eyes, and since I was down with the people trapped on the outsides of a new life underground…I survived…and with time and the radiation that lasted in the surface for half year I became a ghoul, unlike Sanctuary Hills residents I keep my mind at least…-silence, everybody, minutemens and brotherhood soldiers were in silence- so yeah, I think the least we can do on this fuckers of vault tec is break in the vaults and take all what we can use to keep surviving

-Are you sure? –ask one of the minutemens- the general is going to be so mad, she never let us use it . He was hearing that phrase a lot lately.

-We are here to pick just one thing –said Arthur- what ever you want to do later its your decision, we are in and out

-Well figure out, anyway its been a pleasure Brotherhood people –the sales man smiled and everybody got chills by how awful his face was- I hope you succeed in to activate the elevator and open the door, as far as I know the reactors are still functioning just fine so you shouldn’t have a problem with that –he pointed at two of the minutemen, the mens that guided him here- you two, stay here and report me when the elevator is functioning, I want to see it

-Were are you going? –ask Maccready to the sales man, looking at Arthur confused.

-If the training for which I paid 200 dollars to start working as a commission salesman had something accurate in all that training lessons then it will take them a long time to overcome the security controls, the Vaul Tec codes are primitive and easy to hack but Not exactly the entrance and exit part, they were designed to only be used by the supervisor and frankly I don't know if the general pipboy is that one

Oh shit.

The ghoul disappeared along with 3 minutemens, 2 stay around them watching and Maccready...stay…around Arthur.

-How long since you two lost contact? –ask the elder to the mercenary- you and Nora.

-The last time she was here, year and half

-Weird that you didn’t offer to be her companion

-I did once –Robert took a pause- I almost didn’t come back, I think in my son and I decided to stay back with him

-Hard to keep a family while being a mercenary

-What a nerve, I can say the same –Arthur lift his shoulders although it wasn’t noticeable with the power armor on- why do you want to get inside?

-Why do you think?- hu?

-I honestly don’t know

-You sure you don’t know?

-Im sure? –ohmygodhedidntknow…

-Then youll see…what she is truly capable to do

-I know she has done some fucked up things, I still own her my life, she saved Dunkan when even I run away to not face his death

-Some things are unforgeable

-Yeah but that doesn’t eliminate the good ones, so I choose to balance

-There’s heavy weights in that scale

-I know…-he breathed out, taking some time-I know…

It took them two weeks to hack into the elevator panel, of course at day two Arthur had to head back to the Prydwen but the soldiers that need to stay there make an interesting field camp for research…and place turrents and mines all around because there was reports of Deathclaws nearby but he was sure it was a misinterpretarion because the Deathclaw zone was to the other side…anyway. He stated very clear that no one except him would go first inside, he would be the first one getting into the vault despite any kind of danger so when the news of the elevator getting finally hacked arrived to his terminal…he lick his lips and put on his power armor to get on a ventibird and travel to the now open vault 111.

His stomach hurt of exciment while traveling but his mind was surfacing all the worst scenarios, even in the power armor he crosses the metallic fingers to see the view really not wishing anything bad to happen to…Shaun…damn in some other time that name was a curse and now…he loved this kid even just hearing about his mere existence. It was a son of Arthur Maxson after all.

When he arrived into the vault terrain he found Ingram still there working and he recognized he needed her support there and now, so as soon he was out the ventibird he approached her.

-I may need a health specialist coming…-Ingram raise an eyebrow still unsure of what they were doing here but still pick up one of her scribes around- we are going down, just the three of us for now –she nodded, unsure of anything but letting herself carry away by the elder.

The three of them stand on the platform and when the elder give the sign to the scribes the elevator started to go down.

Salesman ghoul was heavely advised that the elder and the brotherhood will go first and then it would be his turn, he will have to wait for now. Brotherhood business first

Arthurs chest was moving up and down in a terrible anxiety, as soon they were down earth illuminated by the big white spotlight he felt the need to run and open the metal gates of the elevator, he had been in vaults before, hes been in this particular vault before, and when he sees the corrido all open…he run thought it like it was a race.

-Elder Maxson! –call him Ingram from far but he couldn’t listen more noise than the engines and motors of the place even when her voice eco in all the corridors.

He ran and ran and ran crushing hard on the floor with the power armor feets until he was facing the sliding door were Nora take him 8 years ago to…talk to Nate, she talked to Nate, he wasn’t part of that…conversation…He took standing in front of the door…and open it…

And then walked around looking for the faces of all the people who died in the cryo pods, still intact of course all by action of the refrigeration chambers. He didn’t know how Nate face was, how he looked like, he didn’t take a peek since Nora that day didn’t mention it and he didn’t want to sneak into her painful business that day but if Preston was right…there it was.

There was a baby in the arms of a men with a hole in the head, blood on the sides and neck.

-Greetings soldier –he saluted Nate remembering he was a military man from before the bombs droped but his eyes quickly look down at the baby, who was apparently crying in the moment he was frozen and that break his heart. Ohmygodnonononono.

Arthur went off the power armor this time without taking out the fusion core like usual, just turning down the red lever at the side of the pod, waiting in horror for it to open. Hands shaking.

His eyes look at Nate, looking at his face and trails carefully, here they were both finally getting to know each other, Nora's two men

-Elder Maxson! –he heard another scream in the corridors, Ingrams voice.

As soon the pod open up he picked the baby quickly cold from Nates dead arms, it was cold cold but not frozen, still pusheable between his fingers, the cryo pod apparently gives enough heat to defrost the humans inside successfully but…he wasn’t moving, the baby wasn’t moving at all, ohnononononono he panicked and moved him a bit pressing on his tiny chest starting to get desperate…until he started crying, the baby was crying oh gosh he was alive thank god

Arthur hugged him first wanting to cry, smiling in joy so much but then he realized that the baby was cold, so cold, so he put it inside his jacket trying to dry or give im some heat.

-Im over here! –the elder scream out even if the baby cryings were high pitched enough, poor thing was cold like a chicken he could feel his low temperature against the black suit.

Ingram and the scribe arrived to the room, the elder quickly run towards and give the scribe he baby, who quickly hold him to be received with his low temperature, panicking she started to give him a heat warm therapy, Shaun will only cry louder an louder. Arthur wanted to cry too.

-Is this…?- ask Ingram, getting desperate at hearing his cries not sure what to do.

-He is Shaun Maxson –said the elder worried wrapping his tiny hand between his palm that was also cold for holding him- he is my second son –despite being the actual first.

After some minutes they managed to make the baby stop crying, Arthur will get on his power armor back and start walking to the entrance with Ingram and the scribe with the baby on arms until…he felt a strange noise coming down from their feet, looking down he saw…that the scribe kick something with her foot. The elder lift an arm to make them wait and inspected the floor until…he saw something…

There it was…a holotape on the ground…could it be the holotape Preston mentioned? Noras holotape? He picked it up with the power armor metal hands and the…now fourth of them moved to the entrance.

It was strange, Preston mentioned something about the robot Curie…but no one received them…or even wasn’t around…truth is they weren’t exactly exploring every room, just picking Shaun and going back but…weres the robot that help Nora to give birth if it never came out to the surface again?

-He needs an incubator, if I knew we were going to do this I would bring something to protect him from the radiation when we go out

-We can adapt a mask –said Ingram- a little bit of radiation wouldn’t kill him –that commentary make Arthur angry, his baby was precious and needed to be protected all time, the woman noticed this and decided to better shut the hell up about the elders son.

-Ill make the ventibird go faster than ever –said the elder also worried about the radiation.

-What about the vault? Who is in charge? The settlers of this place will want it –the man place a finger on the babys cheek and caress it slowly, he was the only thing that will captivate his attention for the following days.

-I have more important business to attend to right now –Ingram look at him weird but still- would you like to take care of the vault meanwhile Proctor?

-If I do I will preserve it until the elder takes charge again -Yeayeayeahwhatever…Now he had his baby.

He…separated from Arya…this days…wont came back to his quarters and stay with the infant in the nursery all time as Cade and the nurses check Shaun, and, blood, urine, poop, organs, limbs…he needed incubation, that’s a fact, Arya may not need it immediately as she resisted a long journey the day she was born but Shaun does from being frozen like that, needed to be feeded and get stronger, poor thing need more care than his sister because their mother give im an inhumane threathment…and as his son was there enclosed in a incubator all he cant think is…that he will never forgive her for this. Abandoning not only one but their two sons, if it wasn’t because he owns the world to Nora for giving him both he would send an assassin after her ass for hurting them like this. Controvertial as it was for an elder to purposely kill a Sentinel.

The nurses will come to feed, change and bathe Shaun. Arthur will just observ because even the nurses were careful with how they were working over the baby, taking his temperature each time they take him out off the incubator, removing carefully the intravenous for hydration and feeding purposes, bathing him on a certain water temperature, feeding with formula…again…

The elder wonders if he should be named Shaun II, after all the original Shaun, Noras son was the first one…there was even in his lineage seconds…

After a week and half he left the nursery and go to meet his daughter, she deserves to know about this subject too, it was necessary, and Shaun was getting better and better, hell soon share the bedroom with them too

-Arya –he calls for his child on her side on the room. This girl was amused to have his father absent some periods, she understands how important Arthur was in the Prydwen so she was trained since very little to get used- there’s something I need to show you

Both walked towards the nursery and Arthur place his hands on her shoulders when they were standing in front of Shaun incubator, the baby was sleeping with his chest going up and down in front of them.

-Dad? –she asked confused, although she may suspect something, but Arya only was 7 years old.

-I present you your brother Shaun –she stay in silent for a few moments, breathing in HARD.

-With my mother?

-Yes –yes, with sentinel Nora.

-When did this happen? –damn she was suspicious.

-A while ago –the less details he gives the better.

-So he is my brother...my legit blood brother –oh he understands, not a stepbrother, a brother brother- Is my mother around?

-No –he clarifies- she left me Shaun to pick up –that wasn’t the case but…

-I see –the girl stares at the baby and breath out- he is so tiny

-He is almost two weeks now

-I haven’t see you in almost two weeks…so you were busy with him –she stared in silence for a few moments- is he also a Maxson?

-Yeah…the three of us are Maxsons –Arthur knee down to face her at a side- im very happy with his arrival.

-Why? –she asked- what’s so special about him?

-He is one of my kids, and I love him as much as I love you

-Is he going to be inside that box forever?

-No, he may be out In a few days

-Is he sick?

-Not exactly, his breathing is getting better, he just need to get stronger it…took him a long time to arrive here with us…

-Shaun is his name? –Arthur nodded- it’s a good name

-Just like yours Arya

A few days later Shaun will be better to not needing an incubator anymore, just baby clothes, blankets and tons of warm hugs from his dad to get used to normal temperatures. It was all over again his first days with Arya and he couldn’t be more happy about the nostalgia, now he was less scared, much more prepared, with experience and really wishing for the situation to be like this, he can take care of his baby just fine, he didn’t need anyone else, Arya turned out to be a fine lady and Shaun will be the same with his cares. The best thing is now that he officialized that he had another child with the Sentinel the council stop trying to force a marriage proposal but…

There was an elder suspicious of how…this child was conceived…the elder that currently had Nora in his chapter since year and half.

Arthur was in a call with the kid on his arms, playing with his little hands as he walked in circles in the room.

-I must say that a child with the sentinel well…took us surely by surprise –said the old voice at the other side of the call.

-Me too, but it was a good one –a wonderful one.

-The sentinel has been working perfectly this time here…

-I don’t doubt so

-In all this months she was alright working with an…amazing health…

-Yeah with Arya I didn’t notice her grown until she pressed my palm on her belly at month 3 or 4…she was more skinny back then tho –the two of them hadn’t seen so much since…well when they separated but from the glimpses of what he sees…Nora gain a lot of weight with the pregnancy of Arya making her a totally different woman. Still beautiful

-Well I didn’t notice anything in all this time either!

-Lets just say that the sentinel and i…have or own ways…-their own unexpected ways to connect trough the past.

-Something I should be concerned since she is under my charge here?

-Not at all, the only thing we all should be concerned is if the little one in my arms is going to vomit his meal or not in about an hour

-I know the sentinel has strange connections…to synths…since a lot of years –the phrase frozen Arthur in place, he stay in silence for a few seconds and reply.

-I assure you this little man was born from the womb of a mother –not exactly a loving mother- flesh is flesh after all and I do recognize my blood

-This…event…didn’t seem to interrupt with her mission at all –well that was obviously strange and he understand the man suspicions

-Since this child of ours was a secret between her and me it shouldn’t surprise you at all –this was the narrative he hold together all this years, that they were still “together”…but in their own terms

And she never respond negatively to it in fact didn’t respond at all neither.

-She neither ask for any help or attention

-Speaking of which –better to change or avoid this subject before it gets deeper, the elder obviously wanted explanations of how both conceived and give birth to a child with perfect adn without even being together or see faces in such a long time- when is Nora available to come back to the commonwealth again? –not like he wanted tho

-The mission she came here to do in the first place ended up a few months ago…like I communicated you on the reports –reports he didn’t read because he isn’t as interested in her life like he used before, he preferred to just ask to someone and get a quick answer if by any chance a worry about the mother of his daughter crossed his thoughts.

-I never said any of that

-Well no, but I mean that she is totally available to come back to the Prydwen…but doesn’t want by her on, she is just staying here doing task for everybody, helping.

-That’s just her way

-I think that but then I thought if she wasn’t…staying here for someone…apparently not if…both of you reunite at somepoint to…you know…

Gossip, he didn’t care.

-Never ask me anything about joining her with some other soldier like its usual protocol

-Because I didn’t have any suspects –there it was, gossip- but oh well my theory falls down on its own, she is just saying here if that’s the case –and considering the poor treatment his boy received from his mother, he hopes she stays in there for a long time. Away from her.

A week later of that, with the baby on arms, Arthur reunited…the people in the Prydwen that knows Nora the most and were aware of Shaun situation and how he arrived into his arms. Specially Cade and Ingram.

-Thanks for coming by soldiers, when I learn about Shaun existence…I was warned…about some document if I can call it like that about his arrival to this world and how it happened…I would like to share it with you since a lot of things are a mystery upon this days to me so you can share me your thoughts…-the soldiers on a table nodded, Ingram and Cade look at each other but still nodded. Arthur plays an holotape on a terminal for everyone too listen.

There was always in most of the recording the sound of a baby crying out and loud.

“Nate…thank god you are still here…I always come back to you when Im feeling down” the voice of Nora gave everyone chills in the room “I guess death cant break us apart…since im not letting you go but look at this” the crys of the baby everybody assumed it was Shaun sounded more loud on the recording “I always thought in an scenario were we both together we would rock this place looking for Shaun but it doesn’t matter anymore…”again the crys sounded louder in the recording ”I got him…again…is identical to our baby together…I guess he had even back then more on my side than yours…I promised you ill bring him back” she laughted, crying”I love you forever Nate, I always hoped that if I bring you Shaun back you will…wake up so…we can be a family again…”silence except for the babys cryings, apparently it wasn’t happening again”Arthur…”when he heard his name with her voice after almost 8 years…he look back at the terminal, remembering it was a recording he also heard before, tricky”im sorry…someday you will hear this…and im really sorry about what im going to do…but this is between me and Nate for eternity, my only only son will be Shaun…even after everything hes done im his mother…no matter how much times he cames back to me he is my and Nate son” no, this was specifically her and his son, a son of Arthur Maxson”I didn’t wish for any of this to happen, I never wanted to hurt you but I recognize you had all the right to be mad at me forever…after all taking a son away is a horrible thing that only monsters do… and im about to follow an apparently old family thing”it took days for Arthur to understand that line but he supposed she mean how the original Shaun was also took away from their parents”this is our child, me and Nate son Shaun after all…and I promised to bring him back...almost 5 years ago when I wake up in the new Commonwealth” then a sound that nobody expected to hear, the alarm of the cryo pod opening up, the sounds, the water coming down, the lever going down, the wind and air pressure of the machinery…everybody expected the worse”Arthur…im sorry” the followings sounds implied to everyone that she…trapped the baby inside the cryo pod and this one closed, in a few seconds the crying stopped at all and everybody could miss the cry they heard for the last 5 minutes “this isn’t the life you wanted for any of us and I understand if you…hate me forever…I will be out of your life to not hurt you anymore…I still love you…even with all the stress and disgust I make you go through you are still my fine good looking man”she laughted a bit, but it wasn’t funny for him at all “I made a previous recording were I swear I wouldn’t use your name anymore but for this I need to say it, luckily you aren’t going to ever listen to this tape” it was shitty how she pretended how he and Shaun never meet “Im sorry…for all of this” then silence, a long long silence, every soldier in the room was asking themselves if they should say anything, Arthur was just caressing the back of Shaun not looking at them until…in the recording there was audible pain, cries of effort and pain from Noras voice, panthing until a loud and tearing cry break the recording and everyones ears, same with the sound of the pipboy crashing against the ground, moving and scratching. For what they all can assume Nora was In heavy pain surely holding herself. Then a horrible water sound as she kept screaming.

“Nora!?” the voice of a man in the distance, big and heavy steps running on a corridor until they heard a motion of sounds they can only picture by paying attention. She was struggling in pain and he was agitated from all the commotion “wheres the baby!?”

“Its coming!“ Nora mumble crying of pain “the other one is coming!” the audience think that the second one should be Arya…

“Where is he!?” ask the man angered and in total confusion. The sequence of sounds was difficult to keep on and understand what was happening but Arthur could with the explanation Preston gave him a few days ago, he couldn’t blame the minutemen general at all, he did his best, he condone this behavior “Nora!” movement, a lot of movement and touch on the pipboy causing static and hit sounds on the recording device until the only thing that can be heard was her cries of pain and the engines of the cryo room, that lasted for long until she spoke

“His name is Shaun” say Nora between cries of pain “Look at him, how can he not!?”

“This is wrong!” scream Preston automatically but still carry and run as faster he could with the woman in arms again from what they can all heard and assume by the noises and context. For Arthur this was like living the moment as an spectator and…he keep caressing his babys back, dissociating, only hearing at the recording and feeling the warm of his baby back on his palm “What did you do!?” loud steps could be heard in a corridor among the sounds of fabric moving, but there was also the sounds of the pipboy being touched and used like when you touch a microphone “What are you doing this is not the time!” not so long of hearing the taps on the pipboy the recording stoped, the terminal stop playing the holotape and everybody in the room went silent for a long long time…

After like 10 minutes of uncomfortable silence Arthur came back to reality, holding better on the baby to secure it and grasp his throat.

-Soldiers, your thoughts? –Damn that was a thing that Nora said

-That was hard to hear…-said Ingram with a dark gaze on her eyes

-I might have to update some health reports on 3 people…did you tell Arya any of this? –the elder denied with the head at Cade question-okay only three then.

-Who was the man in the recording? –ask Kells

-I think it was Preston Garvey –said Ingram and the elder agree- both are minutemen general

-Why did you make us heard this elder? –ask one of the paladins that follow both in so many missions, he was invited to todays meeting because of having such a close relationship to both.

-Im trying to get a better background to my childrens since I cannot follow them since the beginning, specially Shaun –reply the elder- any comment is welcome

-Well…Shaun has less exposure to radiation that’s for sure…-said Ingram, Arya travel almost an entire day in the commonwealth in a carvan and Shaun had a thirty minute fly in a ventibird.

-Just when you think you know a person enough –mumble Kells low

-She is not even here- said a paladin.

-Does any of us engage communication with her lately? –ask another of the group of paladins. All people in the room denied.

-I heard some alarming gossip –said Captain Kells, who never liked Nora enough- that she may be suitable for an elder choice

That comment take Arthur out of place -You mean that some elder wants to marry her? –Kells denied with the head.

-No, that based in her accomplishments and triumphs some people is willing to elect and vote her as elder one day-Silence, until Ingram spoke.

-But there’s no problems of leadership in the brotherhood right now –that was true, since Arthur was chosen almost 17 years ago everything was peaceful, the chapter he take command was the last one with problems, and he was doing a damn good job keeping things in place to keep it like this so no one would reject their desition of making a 16 year old boy elder, even 8 years ago they fully recognized their leadership fully.

-She isn’t as good as a leader tho –said one of the paladins

-What do you mean? She is general of the minutemen –true, she has a lot of experience- runs also a functional vault and operates well in emergencies –like the radstorm that last for more than a month a few years ago

-Yeah but we have seen how disorganized and not trustworthy her people are –also true, selling a valuable asset like a pipboy for only 1000 caps each person in the room after so long being in the position- very different from a military organization and their rules –also also trueeeeeeeeee.

-She may face struggles and need a lot of time to…settle in the position –said Kells.

Arthur sat in a chair, never actually thought in the possibility of…having common kids with another elder, its true, if he win his position more by meritocracy than by his last name what would keep one of the few sentinels in the brotherhood to become elder someday? In the moment he sat Shaun started to move uncomfortable, so he keep moving his arms to keep on peace with the movement hes been having this whole hour calming his baby son.

-We all see and know the history of elders not fitting the position and not adjusting enough on time, and she never was fond of brotherhood customs and rules, also operates alone until the last time I saw her work outside –said Cade

-Captain Kells –call the elder to the man who looked at him- what this does have to do with my children? –Arthur was a bit confused, yeah, this information, this debate, this buckle of possibilities of dealing with Nora as a possible elder…fucked up his mind

Silence.

-She is…the mother of Maxsons childs…sir- not enough reason everyone understand.

-Thank you for…enlighten me with this information…-said Arthur a bit shocked, he can never unplug from this woman apparently- where did you hear it?

-Just rumors between high commanders- it wasn’t necessary being a Maxson to be elder, neither exclusive but Nora in some way is an magnificent soldier with many remarkable achievements and…a Maxson too. In the moment he decided to stay linked forever with her he settle up her career as possible elder, even tho she was always extraordinary.

They were linked by something stronger that no lie can hide. The adn chain of their children together. He moved Shaun to sleep on his chest as he was sitting now in a chair and look at his light blue eyes for some moments.

-Do you all think she may be a good replacement of leader for any chapter? –ask a paladin- working with her was hard a lot of times.

-Well the progress and peace in her settlements is pretty visible –said Arthur still looking at the baby half closed eyes- maybe her methods needs to be more brotherhood polished but they work

-They are no educated people –said Ingram to be fair- it takes time and they show up to be stable

-Even when she isn’t around since a long time –said one of the paladins- Hardware town was our first work together and we have an amazing relationship with the minutemens and the caravans stopping by

Arthurs hands posed over the babys head caressing it slowly, leaving a little kiss. If by any reason she rises to elder…His children would owe loyalty to the mother who abandoned them. He sighted long letting the air go slowly…taking his time to process the information-I wasn’t aware of this

-Its just a gossip anyway, she isn’t very present in the brotherhood basis, for what I heard she helps on missions more on in a companion and support role than anything –said Kells to reassure the elder Maxson.

-Theres a thing for sure, I don’t think she is going to get married –everyone in the room look bad at the paladin- she is like what? 46 now? probably infertile, the most interesting feature about a prewar woman is her clean genes, if some high command wanted to marry her they would already try for that reason, now it would be difficult to get her pregnant –no matter if it was true or not it was just rude saying that in the same room were the elder was present.

-You say that but she had twins in contraception –say Ingram- she is surely more healthy than any of us here present

-Not exactly at the moment she got pregnant –refuted Cade- but after…yes…she was healthy as far I knew from her last health reports, although I didn’t do it myself

-Im sure some high command will try –say Ingram.

-Not that I was informed or aware recently –Arthur interrupted. Obviously no one in this room or in this chapter or the Brotherhood will try to touch Nora after what hes been trought with her- im not worried about that, she is the sentinel, she can choose her own path, just because of that she is a valuable trophy wife for anyone to try…-Of course the rumours of her and Arthur doesn’t help to match her with another brotherhood soldier.

-But anyway there should be some kind of apocalyptic event in the brotherhood circles for some elder or high command to look after her hand in union, marrying a hero after all always gives a clean image –said Kells. Nora will surely reject a petition like that no matter who gives it or in exchange or what thing.

-Lets not forget our main conversation here –said Cade- your daughter already knows who her mother is since she is pretty famous in our chapter history specially, your son will surely know at somepoint, my thoughts –the main focus of the reunion- is that you should both talk and agree some…tale to tell, a plan in case your children’s meet her and if other elders ask her anything, so both storys doesn’t collide and cause chaos. Im sure now Nora is managing well all the questions of other elders but she maybe relays too much on her title and…you should both agree a course of action…elder Maxson…

All the soldiers agree in the table, Arthur took a time still caressing the head of his baby and then look up at the ceiling, exhaling some air off.

-Thank you for your toughts soldiers, I need some time alone, you are all dismissed.

When everyone was out the room, he look down at his baby for a while, they were right, he should think in Arya first, if she was going to be anything like her mother she would be hard to trick in a few years…

So three more years passed until Nora arrived back to the Commonwealth, in company of the same squad she left the last time. They were all alive.

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happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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