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sorryimanon · 4 years

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Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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renohasbigtits · 3 years

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Oh my goodness those Ignis mpreg headcanons were so well written! I really enjoyed them they were really cute, if ya don’t mind me asking could you do Prompto next? I’ll leave all the details up to you but plz give us more uwu

Mpreg Prompto (Final Fantasy 15 Headcanons)

Omg ☺️ I’m glad you liked the Iggy one. Honestly While making the Ignis one, I was thinking about doing a Prompto Mpreg headcanon but I didn’t think someone would ask for a Prompto one.

But I will give the the people what they want!! PROMPTO MPREG!! Expect this to be very silly 🙃

Idk where this takes place, I’ll leave it to your imagination ;) just know that no ones dead! Yay everyone lives!!

One more thing: this does contain Mpreg (Male Pregnancy. Don’t like? Don’t read! Constructive feedback is welcome!)

• He’s a lot of things (being adorable cinnamon roll is one 🥰) but stupid isn’t one of them.

• he’ll noticed 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 how he’s gaining weight and starts to become more insecure (someone hug him pls)

Minor Warning: mentions of eating disorder habits.

• he starts to exercise more but he pushes himself a little to far of what people consider “Normal” and stops eating around people. That caught Ignis’s eye.

• Ignis motherly instincts kick in (Noct ain’t his only kid ya know) he confronts Prompto’s lack of appetite but Prompto doubles down.

• Ignis asks Noctis to, as his Best Friend, To help Prompto. Noctis goes to talk to his Best Friend.

•Noct tries to talk to Prompto about his excessive exercise and seemingly lack of appetite but Noctis’s awkwardness and his unintentional nonchalant attitude, doesn’t help and Prompto just ignores his friends concerns.

•however, one day Prompto passes out while running and is rushed to the hospital.

•it’s only then, he’s given the shocking news; He’s Pregnant! Not just that, he’s already a month Pregnant!

•he’s in shock and disbelief at first. How could that happ-

•oh yeah he had sex (duh)

•to make a long story short, Prompto was at a party, met someone, was getting along great and...well yeah you guess the rest xD (tbh I’m not comfortable or good at describing sex scenes, so I’m not gonna torture you guys 😅)

•after that, Prompto never saw (or heard) from them again.

•Gladio was like “Welp, it least you got laid!”

• meanwhile Noctis and Ignis: 👨‍🦯👨‍🦯

•Now, in a hospital bed, with the news that he’s Pregnant, Prompto feels alone, confused and scared. So he, reluctantly, turns to his friends for help.

•Noctis jaw was on the floor, he wanted it to be a joke. It wasn’t a joke.

•Gladio was: 📉📈📉📈📉📈📉

•Ignis, being the most calmest and levelheaded, tells Prompto to try to contact the baby’s other parent (can you tell I’m trying to be gender neutral? What can I say I love my he’s, she’s, and they’s 🥰)

•this, however, proves to be a colossal failure, since Prompto doesn’t even remember their name!

•Out of stress Prompto begins to cry :’(

• Noctis finally sees the seriousness of the situation, promises his best friend to help him and be there for him.

•Ignis and Gladio as well! Yay Grandma and Grandpa!...I mean Uncles!!!

•One Month: Prompto begun to eat correctly again. He’s lucky that the baby wasn’t harmed.

•this poor boy...gets sick a lot!!

•morning sickness is his worst enemy!!!

• “Now I know what my Mom went through...”

• he has the most RANDOM cravings...poor Ignis.

•he has to make the weirdest shit for Prompto!

•it least he’s eating it, so it’s worth it...kinda.

•Noctis is very protective of his friend. He knows people can be... judge mental.

•if anyone gives Prompto weird looks or glares.

•Oh Hell No!

•Noctis ain’t having none of it!!

•he’ll glare at them back! “What? What the hell are you staring at?!”

•He almost fought someone.

•Gladio had to stop him, he’s making Prompto cry (and that shit ain’t acceptable)

•Ignis just sighs. (Being a single mother is hard guys)

• Second Month: Prompto’s belly keeps gets bigger. He proud and nervous. He feels like he’s getting fat.

•The Doctor assures him that he’s not getting fat, he’s womb is getting bigger, which means the baby is growing fine.

•plus his friends are the best support system!!!

•lris gets him baby clothes, baby toys, etc.

•you better believe he’s taking pics of his baby bump.

•not just because it’s adorable, but because he wants to document it! He wants to scrapbook it!! It’s one of his biggest projects and he wants it to be perfect!

•Third Month: he has to buy new clothes ;-; he’s already outgrowing the ones he has!

• Prompto’s insecurity: 📈📈📈

•Noctis still tries to fight ANYONE who even looks at Prompto.

•Even Gladio gets annoyed with Noct fighting people and arguing with security to not kick them out.

•”Noct stop trying to fight people or your getting nothing but vegetables!!!”

•oh and you just know Prompto is gonna buy some Chocobo plushies, he’s kid is gonna love Chocobo’s as much as he does!

•55% of the baby supplies is Chocobo related.

•Fouth Month: This is it. He finds out the baby’s gender!

•it takes a while cuz the baby was an awkward position.

•”poor little guy, he must feel uncomfortable as much as I do.”

•”she’s actually a girl, Prompto. Congrats it’s a Girl!”

•”AAHAHAAHAH! IT’S A GIRL!” lris had to scream that where Noctis, Gladio and “I haven’t had my Coffee yet” Ignis could hear.

•THAT’S IT! I’M MAKING IT’S A GIRL CAKE!!

•that’s how they celebrate the announcement of the baby’s gender.

•Noct wouldn’t admit it but he’s really excited to be an Uncle.

•Gladio and Ignis as well.

•however, Prompto does not have much experience with taking care of Babies, so he starts practicing.

•for the next couple months, he training to take care of baby.

•he gets better but he fears he won’t be a good father (or mother) to his unborn Daughter.

•he doesn’t want her to feel what he felt growing up; loneliness.

•he promises her that he’ll never let her feel alone. He wants her feel loved and safe.

Eight Months: She’s already kicking. Literally!

•Seriously, She’s the most active baby the Doctor’s ever seen!

•let’s hope she won’t be too energetic....

•lris decides to make a baby shower for Prompto. The plan is simple:

•Ignis makes the food. (So many new Recipeh’s)

•Noctis keeps Prompto distracted. It’s not that hard as it sounds, he takes Prompto to a Chocobo farm!

•all tho, Prompto can’t ride the Chocobros cause he might fall and hurt himself and his unborn daughter, but he’s really enjoying himself. The plan is going smoothly.

•meanwhile Gladio decorates with the material he’s given because Iris doesn’t trust him to bring his own.

•it’s small and not many people came but hey! It’s the thought that that counts.

•Noct gets a text to bring Prompto to the party. The plan is going great!

•Prompto was so moved by all the hard work and the effort his friends made, that he balled his eyes out.

•it went great! They eaten the delicious food (THATS IT! GRANDMA IGNIS ACTIVITY!)

•the gifts were adorable ☺️

•Noct’s gift (note: lris had to drag Noct to a baby store, so she and Noct could get a gift. Much to Noct’s embarrassment) was Rare Black Chocobo plush!

•it was so cute! (In a dark way)

•Gladio’s was an adorable baby book. (He would have gotten a book about Chocobos but they didn’t have any ;-;)

•Ignis’s was a strange one. It was a coffee maker.

•”Iggy...why would I need this l?”

•”Cause your gonna be up all night.”

•believe me. Ignis knows all to well.

•lris’s gift was an Moogle Plush.

•It went amazing! (Prompto got to take some left overs home)

•Nine Month: The last month. The doctor was put Prompto on bed rest. Don’t walk around too much, try to stay hydrated.

•Noctis has to come over to look after Prompto during the last days of his Pregnancy.

•to say Prompto is nervous would be an understatement!!

•he’s sooo scared to feel what labor is like. He knows it’s extremely painful. Yeah he’s having a c-section but....

•Wait! WHAT WILL THE C-SECTION FEEL LIKE?!?!?

•he wouldn’t have to wait long...

•during the night, Prompto was having a hard time sleeping, due to some back pain (you know where this is going...)

•trying to get up, Prompto feels something wet.

•”NOCT!”

•”what I was drea-“

•”Prompto...did your water break?!”

•”I-I don’t know!!”

•unsure what to do, Noct (panicking) calls Ignis.

•”IGGY! I THINK PROMPTO’S WATER BROKE? MAYBE? I DON’T KNOW!”

•”Noct, how about you call the midwife?” Said Ignis calmly. (Let me know if you got that joke 😉)

•Noct calls the midwife, she tell him to bring Prompto to the hospital.

•(weeeeeeeeee wooooooooooo 🚑)

•They figure out pretty quickly that, the baby is coming NOW!

•poor Noct, sitting in the waiting room with a pajama top on and unclean pants (no shoes btw) hoping that it would go well and nothing happen to Prompto and his niece.

•after for what seems like forever, A nurse comes out with a small bundle in his arms.

•”He wanted you to hold her.”

•Noct was stunned. In his arms with Prompto’s baby girl!

•and she was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen!

•this tiny little thing, has his blond hair, blue eyes, even his freckles! She was the cutest thing ever!!

•Noct even shed a tear. He’s definitely not telling anyone about that.

30 Minutes Earlier

•Prompto just woken up. He passed out after he heard her cries.

•now, waking up; he wants to see his baby girl.

•once he sees her again, he basically falls in love all over again.

•Crying while her eyes were looking at his.

•”Hi there...nice to meet you.”

•She cooed in response. OMG.

•everyone else fell in love with her too.

•”She’s Adorable.”

•”hard to believe she’ll grow up so big.”

•she was basically welcome with open arms.

•over the years, shes basically a mini version of Prompto with a bit of a shy streak.

•he takes so.many.pics that she becomes camera shy.

•She LOVES chocobos and love to ride them with her Daddy ^^

•Noct is basically her second favorite person. She’s almost always falling asleep on him. He’s not complaining tho.

•btw, that Black Chocobo toy? It’s her absolute favorite.

•Ignis has to be her third favorite.

•she always refers to him as Mama Iggy. Much to Iggy’s embarrassment.

•She likes helping him cook. She’s a little mini helper and even passes out food. Ignis greatly appreciates the help.

•Gladio gives the best piggy back rides!

•she helps him a little with his exercise.

•Prompto and his Daughter are the closest you’ll ever see.

•she’s his rock and he’s her Father.

•When he finds out his origins and his “Father” he doubt downs to make sure he’s never like him. Period.

•After Noct disappears, She’s helps him get ready for Noctis’s eventual return.

•while getting stronger herself.

•When Noctis returns (and brings back the light) he’s shocked and happy to see that Prompto’s Daughter, has not changed much (besides age)

•she now helps around the Citadel.

•Prompto? Well

•Prompto is truly great full for having his daughter in his life.

•”Hey D/N?”

•”Yeah Dad?”

•”I love you.”

•”I love you too Dad.”

OMG! I did not expect this to be fucking long! 😅 well I hope I did this Justice. To who requested this, I hope you loved it!

I guess it turned more serious than silly huh? Welp, I still hoped you guys liked it!

Please Reblog!!

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masterhandss · 4 years

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Hamefura Idol AU! (part 2)

Here’s a completely unrelated Katarina idol art by @Sangotofura on twitter!

This is a continuation of my first post, the one that is more of an overview of the original FL game and the original descriptions of the characters. I don’t know if I want to write a story for this, since again this is just an excuse to draw, but I’m really having fun with expanding the alternate version of the world of hamefura.

It’s a lot of fun to rewrite hamefura’s story to fit in an idol setting, so I hope you guys don’t mind if I write a bit more for my dumb au dhjgfjs

More tidbits about the ‘Game’:

The game’s name, Fortune Lover: Cinderella Idol! or “Fortune Lover”, is read as “for-tune lover” by the fans (get it? tune?? pls laugh). The ‘F’ of the name is written as a fortissimo.

In the setting for Fortune Lover, the entertainment industry is the biggest industry of all time, with music being the most popular form. It has been like this for decades, and as time progressed, people’s tastes and expectations of music evolved, leading to the creation and popularity of idols.

Idol-Producers are a new project that is testing the capabilities of a idol teen, observing how their involvement in their own success can impact how they manage their time and how they can bring the absolute best out of themselves, on their own. Maria is the first idol who will be testing this new style. She is still a producer to herself, the boys, and even Sophia and Mary if you choose to have them join you. Despite being an idol, they still call Maria their “producer” and treats her like one.

The characters in the game are in 3D CG, as the game includes the dance choreography or “MV Mode” if you perfect the score of the rhythm game.

While Katarina’s bullying isn’t really death threatening, it’s more in line with the petty kind like verbal threats, sabotaging Maria’s idol clothes and stage equipment, paying someone to mess up her tracks during performances, badmouthing her infront of tv show producers and hosts, and stuff like that.

Katarina’s bullying isn’t as bad as it is in the original otome game, but she gets shunned by the public because behavior like that is only supposed to be done behind the curtains. The public has such a pure and honest perception of idols that they never think of the idea that the girls who smile and sing on stage actually try to stab each other in the back when the stage lights are off. Some people think that Katarina’s character is just a persona, so knowing that she is actually an ignorant and arrogant rich girl idol-wannabe, her fans lose respect for her. Katarina’s harassment of Maria is one of the few cases that are brought to light by the end of the game, and because of how much the public loves Maria by that point, they are enraged by Katarina’s behavior, making her lose support on all sides

Katarina had been in love with Gerald ever since they were children, and while Gerald has always been a popular boy among both his peers, when she found out Gerald was going to be an idol, she disliked the idea of sharing her beloved Gerald to a huge audience of people, so she became an idol to stand alongside him and to make herself worth of him by charming him as as an idol and gaining a large following herself. Despite this, Katarina didn’t strive too hard to be a talented idol, as she was too confident on herself due to the pampering of her parents.

Even if the player doesn’t desire to romance any of the four boys, given how the game is written and how it is programmed, the boy with the highest relationship points with Maria will confess to her by the end of the game. It would be impossible to not interact and gain points with the boys, as you gain relationship points in most areas of the games (when you “practice” your characters, when you “play” their songs, when you “give” them new clothes, when you “converse” with them in story mode, etc.). In the event that there are two characters with the exact same amount of points, the game will choose a boy for you.

Sorcier Pro.’s current president is Geoffrey Stuart (for reasons that will make sense someday)

Katarina-Gerald and Mary-Alan aren’t engaged in this au, but are constantly in each other’s presence due to most powerful bussinessmen and celebrities being good friends with each other.

Each girl has a specialty in a certain area: Katarina with dancing, Sophia with singing, Mary with acting/drama, and Maria (according to the official description of her in the box) with fashion coordination. Maria can be seen as more of a jack of all trades though, as she does represent the player.

While any of the boys can trigger the condemnation event that will lead to Katarina’s social suicide, the event is specifically associated with Keith and Gerald due to the severity of her presence and bullying if you have high relationship points with the two. With Alan and Nicole, Katarina’s event only happens for a few lines, but for Keith and Gerald, it takes place in complete detail, with it’s own animated cutscene.

Gerald’s route is also the most popular among the fans, with community surveys reporting that 53% of the game’s player base had Gerald as their final chosen love interest ( 25% with Keith, 12% with Nicol and 10% with Alan)

Monkey Girl/Past-Life Katarina

Since Maria’s name can’t be change in the game, but you can give her a “nickname” that represents the username of the player, Past-life Katarina’s name in the game is “SaruP” (or “Monkey producer” lol)

Saruchan (Monkey Girl) dies before she could finish her playthrough of the game, and all of her knowledge is based on her idol-expert best friend Acchan. She’s a bit tomboyish, and she loves to climb trees and move freely without a hint of poise or shyness, and is friendly to all genders. Her love for climbing, running, gardening with her grandma, and never ending amounts of energy gave her a pretty strong, flexible, agile and energetic body.

In Saruchan’s world, idols do exist, but aren’t portrayed in the cutesy and exaggerated manner that fiction does. Though it’s no surprise to know that in her world, almost every girl had dreamed to become an idol at one point, even herself. Acchan doesn’t find the idea interesting though, as she only lives for the idealized version of idols that exist in fiction. Acchan explains that girls their age are being brainwashed by the idealized version of idols that are presented in the media that they consume, and that they should wake up and learn to enjoy the fictional idols as they are. Despite Acchan’s realistic disapproval of idol fantasies, she does love playing idol rhythm games and gacha games, and spends her allowance on getting DLC costumes for Maria in FL. Acchan even pre-ordered tickets for herself and Saruchan for an idol concert featuring the VA of the characters, that they were supposed to attend to on the day that Saruchan dies.

She dies the game way: on her way to school and being killed by a truck that runs her over.

The last thing Saruchan sees before she loses consciousness forever is the wallpaper of the game’s boxart from her phone screen as it flies out of her hands.

My Next Life as an ‘Idol’?? All Routes Lead to Doom!!!

As usual, Katarina ends up remembering her future as an 8 year old kid, and plans to prepare for her future “banishment” and humiliation. She learns to farm in order to provide for herself once she gets shunned and retreats to the countryside, and (unknowingly) meets all the characters in the game and gains their good favor before the events of the game begins.

Her head bump still happens with Gerald, but their encounter happened in a party rather than an engagement meeting, with her tripping over a rock as she decides to run to the young man in order to introduce herself. Such introductions never got past beyond their names and few exchanges of dialogue, as the bump occurred and Katarina was immediately brought to the hospital after he called for help.

Being a girl who wanted to be an idol at one point, Katarina wanted to use this chance to fulfill her dream of becoming one! But knowing the fate that will await her, (public humiliation, isolation, and banishment to some degree) she tries to figure out ways to avoid ruining her future.

While not as bad as death, Katarina is aware that the ending of the game implies that the blemished opinion that everyone will gain of her will lead to her leading a miserable life; one that will prevent her from gaining new allies and even studying in peace without being made fun of or called out for. It might even ruin her marriage prospects, for all she knows (it doesn’t but she’s too stupid to know that). The stakes of the bad ending aren’t life threatening, but it is personal, as Katarina always dreamed of becoming an idol as a teen and doesn’t like the idea of being able to enjoy it for a few months only to be dragged down to hell right afterwards.

The Claes is a wealthy family known for her father’s knowledge and skills when it comes to trades and business, and for her mother’s beautiful opera singing voice and celebrity presence. As usual, Katarina’s father adopts Keith for the purpose of gaining a direct heir for the business, in fear that Katarina’s future significant other might just to interested in her to gain it.

Katarina’s plan is to learn how to farm in order to be able to support herself after her banishment, give Keith lots of love so he doesn’t end up becoming a playboy like in the game, and to train herself in dancing and singing in order to not embarrass herself like the original Katarina did. After meeting Gerald again and realizes his weakness, she eventually prepares (or buys, since the setting is modern) toy snakes that she can use to surprise him whenever the condemnation event occurs, using his shocked and panicked reaction as a way to distract the media from the claims that will surely fall upon her (since no one would have expected the calm and collected Gerald Stuart to scream like a girl at the sight of a toy snake, right? That would stay in the headlines for weeks! maybe).

As a kid, she has private singing tutors, and takes more general singing classes when she gets older. She doesn’t have dance training as a kid, but she does like to exercise and move her body around, so it slowly turned into the stamina-filled flexible body that she is used to.

Katarina and Keith - Their meeting and impressions are mostly the same, which the difference being that Katarina used a display axe above a fireplace to break down the door, and Keith got her injured by accidentally pushing her off a pretty high cliff in the Claes grounds while they were both running and playing chase (rather than being isolated for dangerous Earth Magic, Keith as a child was a clutz who attracted danger to everyone around him, making his older brothers make fun of him for being “cursed”).

Katarina showers him with love, making him affectionate towards his step sister, in the same as he was in the original material.

When Keith finds out about Katarina’s desire to train to become an idol, he is very supportive of her, and decides to train with her in order to be able to stand by his sister on stage (as well as to generally gain the same interests as her in order to guarantee that they will stay close as they age). The contrast being that instead of becoming an idol to gain the adoration of millions of nameless faces, he now wants to become an idol to gain the love and attention of a single person, which is Katarina uwu.

Katarina and Gerald - Gerald eventually attempts to visit Katarina to apologize for the incident, expecting her to blame him for what happened, given the personality she showed him. He was shocked to find a scar on her forehead, farming while wearing a farmer’s attire despite coming from a wealthy and esteemed family, singing and dancing to a song as she waters her vegetables. He watches for only a minute, unable to look away from the girl who danced like deflating balloon and sang off key while almost drowning her small vegetable in water. She looked weird, but she was having the time of her life, and he could see and hear it from where he stood.

In a daze, thinking he might have entered the wrong house by accident or walked on the daughter of a maid doing chores. He walks out and leave the Claes estate without a word, and visits again after only a few days, as he couldn’t get his mind off of the oddity that he had witnessed.

He eventually realizes that it was Katarina on his second visit, as he finds the scar of the odd farmer girl on the same girl who boasted about her family’s wealth in the party. After giving formal introductions, Gerald offers to walk around the garden to get to know each other better, in order to continue the conversation that she had originally forced on him back in the party (it was done to be polite and respectful, rather than any interest to continue). In the garden, they pass by the area that Katarina had planned to turn into her farm, and Gerald was in awe at how unorganized and messy everything looked (there was dirt everywhere, the tools were left on the floor because she had to prepare to meet him, there was more bags of manure than what was even needed etc! Katarina internally cursed at her 8 year old delicate rich girl body for not having the same arm strength as her 17 year old self). It was then that it sunk in that the adorable singing and dancing farming girl that he accidentally saw really was Katarina Claes. She wasn’t the very definition of abnormal, but she was nothing like the daughters of his father’s friends that cried when not attended to or complained when not given the best dresses and shoes. There was no shred of worry about her family’s expectations in her eyes, nor expectations of him to act like his perfect and matured self whenever they met in parties, movie premiers or social events, which made him yearn for her company.

After finding out about Katarina’s desire to become an idol one day, Gerald secretly planned to do the same (and even have her recruited in his brother’s agency) in order to become closer to her through her love of entertainment and to have a chance to be constantly in her presence. When he found out about the charms that male idols have on their female fans, he also plans on using this as an opportunity to gain both her attention and romantic affection, by perfecting his (already maxed out) charms as male idol.

Katarina and Mary - The two met during a part hosted by Mary’s mother in the Hunt Estate, inviting all of her mother’s old opera acquaintances, sponsors and co-workers for a formal reunion. Katarina and Keith accompanied their parents to the party, leading them to be introduced to the Hunt Family’s daughters. As usual, Katarina had the urge to “release the chocolate shark” during the party and takes an elegant leave. She eventually gets lost in the estate and finds herself in the garden. Katarina was in awe of the garden’s beauty, and stood still as she watched what seemed like beautiful siren sing by herself near a majestic fountain, with a single rose in hand.

Mary was surprised to hear an aggressive applause after singing to herself. Katarina aggressively complimented Mary for her adorable yet elegant voice, and asked who she was seeing as a singing trainer. When Mary replied that she was not having any singing or vocal training, Katarina rains even more compliments down, claiming that “her voice was that of an angel!”. Mary denied it, so Katarina proceeded to sing the same song that she had sang, as a point of comparison to make her feel more confident in herself. Mary shyly and unexpectedly joins her, and they ended up having a small and quiet duet in the garden. Katarina’s voice sounded a bit rough and squeak-ish, but alongside Mary’s elegant and controlled singing, they didn’t sound bad at all.

When Katarina finds out that Mary is also the one who tends to the flower garden, she proceeds to shower Mary with even more compliments, and asks her to visit and help with her own farm garden. Being complimented for having a beautiful voice and a green thumb made her feel validated and appreciated, so she often visits the Claes household in order to be in constant presence of her first and dearest friend. The rest is the same.

When Mary found out about Katarina’s dream of becoming an idol, she started taking intense vocal training as well as various exercises in order to be able to join her in her endeavor. She slowly built a more brazen and tough personality in order to be able to join and protect her friend from the rumored cold and intense reality of the idol world, as well as due to the antics of her friends.

Katarina and Alan - From Mary, she eventually finds out that the event where Mary duets and falls in love with Alan occurred. Katarina realizes that duet must not have been that effective because she has done the same with Mary, but is confident that Mary is in love with him because Alan is a very talented and handsome individual. A few days later, the fourth Stuart son bursts into the doors of the Claes household, and demands to meet with Katarina. She learns that Alan had developed a small crush on Mary, and that he wants to challenge Katarina for her hand. Same shenanigans ensues, leading up to the piano duel where his talents in the piano was in full display to everyone in the manor.

Katarina knew how to play the piano (just the basics though), so she was in awe listening to someone who almost sounded like a pro! Alan runs off after Gerald compliments him, Katarina chases after him, and they got to talk behind a bush. Alan wouldn’t take her compliments, but Katarina aggressively insisted that his talents are nothing to scoff at.

When Alan says that he’s sure that his brother can play just as good, if not better than him, Katarina speculates that it wasn’t the case, because everyone had things that they are good and bad at. Not everyone is the same, no one learns at the same pace, and that she’s sure even if Gerald can play the piano better than him (and she doubts he can in the first place), no one can play the piano like Alan can. The scores in his heart are his alone, and that nothing is more beautiful than the melody that the heart enacts. Katarina knew that the score he played wasn’t an existing one, and knowing Alan’s character from the game, it’s probably either an impromptu score or one he had composed by himself. Her guess was correct, leading Alan to be caught off guard by her compliment, almost feeling emotional as no one had ever guessed and believed that the music he played was his own, until Katarina did.

She shows off the power of the toy snake to Alan, making him laugh and see his brother in a different light. He still constantly visited Katarina for their duels, but as time progressed, he lost the affection for Mary (as he saw her as a little sister now after interacting with her in the Claes Household) that made him want to challenge Katarina. They still followed up on those challenges, for fun rather than for sport.

When he finds out about Katarina’s dream to become an idol, he is determined to join her in order to be able to compose songs and melodies that she can sing, intending to bring out the absolute best of his muse’s voice with his own music. Someone his age might not be fit to compose songs for an idol, so he intends to become one as well in order to gain a reputation as a competent composer.

Katarina and Sophia - The two meets at an afternoon party hosted by the Stuarts, as a celebration for the birthday of the twins. Katarina had to “powder her noes” after a few trips to the buffet table, and leaves Keith and Mary. She’s chased down by a dog, climbs up a tree, and accidentally watches a group of kids and older bully a small girl who sounded like she was about to cry. The same events occur, up to their second encounter in the party. Katarina accidentally quotes a line from a novel that she was reading, and after realizing that Sophia understood her reference, she asked for them to meet again in order to discuss their similar interests.

Everything is pretty much the same, the difference being that somehow idols were brought as a topic of conversation, with Sophia revealing that she is actually a huge fan of idols. Katarina, feeling reminiscent of her idol-expert best friend Acchan, tells her that she actually wants to be an idol herself and insists that Sophia tell her about everything she loves about idols. Sophia, who is surprised to also find another idol fan who is as young as her, becomes even more excited and tells her all about her love for idols: how they are able to wear such adorable outfits onstage, how they sing songs that carry so much meaning, how they carry their fan’s dreams with them when they dance and sing, how amazing it is to be able to juggle so many occupations at once, and much more.

With both love of novels and idols, Sophia constantly finds herself in the Claes Household in order to talk to Katarina about books, idols, song recommendations etc.

When Sophia was first told that Katarina wanted to be an idol, she was very supportive of her and announced herself as Katarina’s number one fan. As time passed, she realized she wasn’t just satisfied with just watching Katarina from afar, she wanted to sing and dance alongside her! She wants to use her knowledge of romance novels and idols to help make herself and Katarina the best idols to ever exist! She wants to sing on stage about her feelings: about how much she loves Katarina, idols and their beloved novels!

Katarina and Nicol - When he found out that someone had invited his little sister to a small book club, he was very wary, thinking that she was one of the many other girls who tried to use Sophia in order to become closer with him. He was shocked to realize that that was not the case, and that Katarina had barely seen him at all, and had opened his timid little sister’s heart. When Sophia asked Katarina if she found her appearance creepy, Nicol proceeds to explain further, expecting to see a hint of guilt or displeasure from Katarina Claes, only for both of them to be met with unyielding determination to have Sophia as a close friend. Sophia went home that day in tears, thankful to have found a friend who truly wanted to stick by her side.

The Claes siblings often visits their home so the girls can have their book club, even bringing Mary Hunt with them occasionally. Katarina, while looking a bit flustered, is capable of having a conversation with him without averting her eyes, which was a breath of fresh air to the countless camera crew, staff, visitors and even strangers who couldn’t look him in the eyes because how of how much of a beautiful child model he was. It all leads up to the moment where Katarina compliments him with how blessed he is to have such a beautiful and wonderful family, which contrasted against the ignorant adults who pitied him for having parents who refused to abuse the potential of his beautiful face and for not being as beautiful as their son, as well as for having a freakish looking sister.

Nicol, just like his sister, desired to constantly be in Katarina’s positive presence, and visited her often, leading them to be acquainted and friends with the entire group that Katarina enraptured.

When he found about his sister’s and Katarina’s desire to become idols, Nicol thought of doing the same, in order to be able to continue to watch over and protect both Sophia and Katarina, as well to be able to continue being close with Katarina (as their lack of similar interests and age gap might lead her away from him, but tbh that is never gonna be a problem with Katarina). He also plans to use his influence as a child model to propel Sophia and Katarina’s careers, as a way of supporting his two favorite girls.

Notes

I’m not sure how I feel about Gerald’s backstory, I might rewrite that if anyone kindly wants to critique it.

Instead of Mary’s green thumb, it’s her voice that leads her to Katarina and Alan, but I still think Sophia would still have a better singing voice than her, so both her voice and green thumbs both play a part in her character. Mary’s high pitched voice gets a bit deeper as she ages, while Sophia’s voice stays very high.

I really like the idea that rather than the original ambitions and goals that leads the harem to become idols in Fortune Lover, now it’s the effect of Katarina’s constant insistence and declarations of becoming an idol that leads to everyone doing the same. In this timeline, the harem probably wouldn’t have thought of (or planned early) becoming an idol if Katarina never brought it up.

I’m writing this at midnight again, lol, but yeah I’m not planning on writing a fanfiction for this, I guess, but I do want to have an established plot so rather than chapters, I’m just writing a full overview for fun haha

When I mentioned that Sophia loved idols, I didn’t realize that I might have accidentally implied that she was just as an idol fan as Acchan was, but with actual idols this time, so I went with :DD

I’ll touch up on Idol Katarina, Anne, Maria, Sirius/Raphael and Fortune Lover 2 in the next one.

I’m really happy that there are people who actually read my previous post and said that they liked it! Feedback and suggestions are appreciated! I still need a final name for the units so help me pls hahaha.

I’ll rewrite this post when I feel like adding/changing stuff.

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My Zanessa ff

I tried my best to traslate it my Zanessa ff in a good english. Forgive me, I tried to do my best between having a life and a full time job. You can still find it on wattpad written in italian. Maybe I will publish it on english too if someone is interested. https://www.wattpad.com/user/FrancyF94

- Fran

Chapter 1: I set out on a narrow way many years ago

“I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you "

- “God Bless the Broken Road” Rascal Flatts

Arroyo Grande, California - September 2014

Zac Efron gave a sad look at his childhood home: it always seemed the same house that his father had built when he was just one year old. The grass in the driveway and back garden was yellow and dry from the drought that had hit the state of California during the summer, but the flowers in the flowerbeds her mother tended with great care were in bloom. The old car Mustang of his grandfather Harold was always parked in the driveway and the basketball hoop that his father had set up for him and Dylan when they were little was rusty, but always present . The light beige walls of the house had been repainted by Zac himself a few years earlier. It all looked the same, but now he couldn't stare at that house for more than ten seconds.

Zac was sure that on entering the front door, past the entrance hall, he would find his old grand piano, his father's electronic engineering books stacked in neat rows in the large cedar bookcase , and the whole house wrapped in the scent of his mother's famous blueberry waffles. The he would go upstairs in his old room, and her mother would have lecture him because despite having reached the threshold of twenty-seven years old, Zac’s old room still remained inaccessible because of the piles of clothes strewn on the floor, along with scores music and torn sheets of some script.

The young man closed his eyes, like wanted to hold those memories and fossilize them in his mind, but then the voice of his younger brother Dylan brought him back to reality.

- I can't believe they want to sell the house-.

The 22-year-old made a disgusted face and takes a long sip of beer, wiping his lips with his hands.

-Why didn't you buy it? - he snorted , with an obvious note of reproach.

Zac rolled his eyes and ignored him: his brother's disappoint was not the last thing you had to occupy.

-Dyl, I've already explained why. There is no point in buying it. What was I supposed to do with it?-

-Leave it like this! Fuck, it's like we're selling our whole life! All of our memories are in here! - Dylan kicked a frustrated kick at the " Sold" sign that towered undisturbed on the lawn, and immediately regretted it, cursing at the pain that he had caused to himself.

-Dylan , I already have two houses. I don't need a third one-

-But it is our home!-

-I know it. Do you think I agree with this whole situation? -

-I believe that you are proving too accommodating. It’s so easy, this is not the time to behave like this! They look like two in their twenties! They have no right! They don't have the right to take and throw away a life together! - the boy's voice cracked. - They don't have the right - he muttered, kicking a pebble and hiding the face of his older brother.

Zac was sure Dylan was holding back from bursting into tears. What did he think he was doing? Their parents certainly didn't need to ask their permission to do certain things. And then he too was shuddering, but with confusion. He wanted answers. He hadn't felt so lost in years, or maybe it was only years that he pretended to be fine and that his life was going great. He was so accustomed to goodbyes and change identities and roles in his work, who really did not understand all the rage of his younger brother. But a small part of him hates Dylan. Even in that situation it was up to him to take care of Dylan. Zac have to play the part of the good big brother, tell Dylan that everything would be okay in the end. Zac himself wasn't sure about it , but he knew he had to do it because he would never, ever abandon his family in a moment like that .

-Hey guys! We did not call you to chasing butterflies! - the voice of their father David called both brothers to work - I need a hand here ! - said the man dragging two old bikes along the driveway. Zac tried to make himself feel good. Those were their old bikes. What the hell was his dad doing? Did he want to throw them away? They were old, but certainly not scrap. Why did he have all this sudden urge to get rid of their old stuff?

- Come on, let's go. The sooner we finish packing everything, the sooner we can leave little brother- Zac held out a hand to him and Dylan helped him get up.

-I go inside to mom and you stay with dad , ok? -.

Dylan nodded and walked reluctantly into the garage while Zac entered in the house. Just a few weeks early the hall’s walls were full with family photos: little Zac and Dylan with their female cousins during their childhood, family holidays in Hawaii and Colorado, David’s photos of his work trips. Now it was all gone.

Zac saw his mother in the kitchen area. She was setting up pot and pans in some sad brown boxes.

-Hey mom, do you need a hand here? -

-Oh yes, thanks honey. You can start bringing these in the car. I don't think your father wants to keep them , they're just old dishes from grandma's good service. They'll have a better spot in my new house-.

Beside Starla were four full boxes with the word "Kitchen" on it. Zac took a breath while Dreamer, the old family dog, was bouncing around, sniffing Zac’s snew brand jeans.

-Hey dude- he scratched his head affectionately -you'll change house soon-.

For nearly ten years that old dog had lived in Arroyo Grande and now… and now he will live in Oregon. If Zac stopped to think about it it was absurd. Even more absurd was to think that even him would never set foot in that house again.

-I will cry every night without him- his mother finally turned to look at him. Starla, despite her sixty-five years, was still an extremely attractive woman : blonde, without even a white hair , with sweet features and two large hazel eyes. Zac, however, could not help but notice that his mother was extremely tense and had two deep dark circles that furrowed her eyes, as if she hadn't slept well for months.

-Mom I'd take it , you know. I already have Puppy and Simon gets along well with dogs, but Dad insisted so much on having him-.

-No honey, it’s okay. Your father wants to do his own thing this time too ... where’s your brother? -

Zac tried to ignore his mother's unhappy comment.

-Dylan is in the garage helping dad, he is a little lost, but he'll soon get over it-

Stare was silence for a moment, she was pale. Then she approached the eldest son and hugged him tightly.

-Thank you honey for coming today. And thanks for dragging Dylan here. I know he's angry , you probably are angry too-.

Probably he was angry. His mother was probably right. Probably Zac should have been angry too. But the reality was that he was not angry, he was in a blind confusion. How was it was even possible that his parents, after two children and thirty years of marriage, had decided to put an end to their marriage? How was it possible that two people who had been madly in love for years now decided to divorce? And without even some drama. Zac had noticed that something was wrong between his parents during the Easter holidays, the last April, but had not given too much attention on it. He was so busy with his new movie and then what couple didn't have some bumps on the road after so many years together? Besides, he and his brother had left home at a young age and her mother had recently lost his father. Perhaps Starla and David were just going through a transition phase. But when the two young Efron brothers showed up home for the Fourth of July holiday , their parents sat them down in the living room, announcing their impending divorce. “ We don't get along anymore” his father had sadly sentenced, visibly embarrassed when his parents, Hal and Dot, both in their eighties, had asked for an explanation cause they were worried. Zac hadn't believed a single word because everything his father had said to justify himself : it just didn't make sense in his head. It just didn't make sense. Because two adults with common sense as her parents had always been don't wake up one morning and decide that they don't love each other anymore, that they feel so indifferent towards each other that they ask for a divorce. They were not an inexperienced young couple with small children, they were two mature people with children already away from home. Starla and David should have enjoyed the serenity that reigned in the Efron house…. and instead they had come to hate each other .

- Mom, can I ask you something? – Zac said.

-Anything you want honey-Starla looked into his son’s eyes..

-Dad was cheating on you? -. he knew he was crossing a fine line between respect for his parents and irreverence, but he wanted honesty from both of his parents.

Starla started to hear those words coming from one of her children. He looked to Zac straight in the eyes.

-Zachary ...-

-I am serious mom. I know it's not a question ... it's not a simple question to answer-

-It is not a question a child should ask to his mother-

-Mom, please. You 've been talking to me about sex and love since I was ten and you and dad have been fucking open with me and Dylan. I just have to understand-

-Love changes Zac. It changes and in some cases it ends - .

The young man gave her a doubtful look: it couldn't be like that, it wasn't enough for him. Love ends for a reason.

- I don't think that's enough. Not after thirty years. Until last year everything was fine, you and dad loved each other. You and dad were fine-

- Your father and I had been in trouble for a long time. We had been in that way for a long time, but we gritted our teeth and always told ourselves that it was worth trying to fix things, but then we reached the breaking point-.

-How much time? -

- A long time - now Starla was slightly annoyed - please Zachary, these are ... these are decisions ... this decision that your father and I made was terribly difficult for both of us . But I want him to be happy and he wants the same thing for me. I know that and you and Dylan do not understand our choice, but I ask only to respect it-.

Zac took a step back. Perhaps he had exaggerated, perhaps he should have given her space.

.Ok- he replied, shrugging - I'm going to put these in your car and I'll be back-.

A moment later Starla found herself squeezed in the arms of her eldest son. Zac's arms encircled her from behind and the boy deposited a light kiss on her head. He had already got rid of the box.

-Sorry mom. Sorry- he whispered - I shouldn't have asked you those things-.

-It's okay- the woman turned to look him in the face and reassure him - I don't expect you and Dylan to approve this… this thing-.

The woman lightly touched the blue coin that peeled from her son's breast : it had been a year since Zac hadn't touched a drop of alcohol. He had done it for his health, but mostly for his family.

-Dad and I know that for you, the last year has been difficult , indeed the last few years . But we are so proud of you honey-.

-Mom ... - the boy blushed. If there was one thing he hated it was receiving compliments when he knew he didn't deserve it. His mother was right, it was a difficult year for him.

- After all, you have been sober for more than a year, not that you were an alcoholic before ... -

-Mom, stop it-

-What's ?-

-Stop! I don't deserve it! -

-What? You started drinking too much, you noticed it in time and went through rehab. You're a good boy and you always take care of your brother. Zac, you deserve these compliments. You are my baby-

-I am not your baby anymore, for many years now- Zac kissed her on the cheek. He was incredibly grateful to her. He was incredibly grateful to both of his parents. -Dyl and I wanted to leave immediately, but I think that we’ll sleeping here and we'll have breakfast together-.

-Do you wanna sleep here? Zac the furniture in your room has already been taken away-

-We will use the sleeping bags in the garage - Zac looked around , full of affection for his childhood home – I wanna sleep here one last time. The kitchen stove still works - his eyes twinkled.

-I will make the waffles that you like so much- said Starla-but you have to share the news you’re your father-

-Mom! -

-Zachary ! -

-You guys have been married for thirty years, and made eachother happy and now you can not share even a breakfast together? -

The woman bit her lower lip. She was thinking.

-If it's fine for your father , then it's ok- she finally said.

The young man hugged her again to thank her. He was sure she knew when that house meant to all of them and wanted to give her a fitting goodbye.

- Are you sure you didn't have anything else to do? You were supposed to go to Ashley's wedding this weekend-

-Ash will understand- zac said firmly - I'm going to tell dad and Dylan that we are stay here tonight-.

Vanessa sighed into the darkness of the room and read over and over again the message that Ashley Tisdale, her best friend, had sent her.

“Nessa, I 'm sorry . Kiss Austin for me. Call me for anything. "

That was Ashley. Vanessa adored her: even days before from her marriage to Chris, her best friend had think to herself for a second.

The girl didn't type a return answer, it wouldn't make sense. It was already three in the morning and she would call Ashley tomorrow so she could talk to her calmly. Austin's soft snore indicated that he had finally fallen asleep. Vanessa touched her boyfriend's blond hair - he looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. Austin seemed to be able to finally rest only when he slept: his mother Lori's condition had worsened further and she had been rushed to hospital. When doctors had informed them that she probably would not past the night, Austin had ended in a selective mutism. He had watched her mother suffer through months of cancer and now he was not saying that all the treatments, the money spent and the hours spent at her side were useless? That all the prayers they had addressed to God had not been heard?

Vanessa was his rock. From the exact moment she arrived the diagnosis she had done the impossible to stay close to her fiance. It had calmed him, comforted him. And so she had done that evening too, cradling him in her arms to make him fall asleep.

She wasn't ready to lose Lori either: she had grown a bond with the woman during those three years she had spent with Austin, she wasn't ready to give up on her. Not when the rest of the world kept spinning, when the rest of the people continued to live as if nothing had happened. Vanessa had always believed that if she behaved well, if she proved to God that she was a good person , then nothing bad could ever happen to her in life. Or at least nothing catastrophic. Thinking back it was a purely childish thought, but until then no event had affected that worldview. Yet in the last year she had had to change her mind. She had discovered that perhaps God did not listen to the prayers of everybody , perhaps God did not exist at all or perhaps he was just an old sadist who played to move his pieces at will on a large chessboard. There was no other possible explanation. God had blessed her with talent, fame and a peaceful family life. Maybe he had given her too much. Sometimes the girl thought she was the cause of Austin's suffering. He was too perfect for her. The Butler family was perfect and now Lori was paying the price for all that God had given to Vanessa. If Austin had known what she really thought he probably would have thought that she was crazy, but there was nothing that Vanessa could do about it.

Promise me that you'll take care of him.

Those were the last words Lori had said to her three days ago . She hadn't said them with the knowledge that they would be the last words she would ever say to her future daughter in law but they were. And now Vanessa feel that she is responsible for Austin's happiness. Lori had been her son's chosen one for years and now she was gone forever. It was up to Vanessa, therefore, to try to make her boyfriend's life as normal as possible.

The girl sighed heavily as she retraced the events of the previous days. It was all still confused. Lori's funeral had only taken place that same afternoon. The memory, however, was blurred in the girl's mind and seemed to belong to centuries ago. Lori had wanted to die in the hospital in Los Angeles, where she had spent the last few weeks of her life. The funeral ceremony therefore took place in Los Angeles, where the woman's body was cremated. If she closed her eyes, Vanessa could clearly see the broken face of Austin's father and sister, she could feel her boyfriend's tight grip during the eulogy. She hadn't cried at the funeral, she hadn't had the strength. She heard Austin move and mutter something in his sleep and so Vanessa’s gaze fall on the alarm clock: three in the morning. She might as well try to sleep for at least a couple of hours. In the morning, Austin's family would take Lori's ashes home to their family home in Anaheim . Austin needs her. He would need all the affection he could get. The girl switch off the cell, laid her head on the pillow and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 5 - Just watch and be nice

Something was… off.

I was standing on the living room, like any other day.

But, I couldn’t move my body, only my head.

I looked around after I noticed that little handicap. I could hear some voices to my right, so I just looked that way and noticed an awful sighting.

Three persons were in the room with me, a few meters away.

Leo was standing there, meanwhile Gary and Mike were on their knees in front of him. Gary was smiling with a bit of drool coming out of his mouth, his eyes glassy as he drawled loyalty and devotion to Leo.

Mike was shaking. Like he didn’t want that to happen to him. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. I wondered what was going on, until I noticed Mike closing his eyes.

A tear dropped from one of his eyes as he whispered my name. A few seconds later, a smile crosses his face as his glassy eyes looked up at his new master, swearing his devotion and love to him.

I felt a weird pain on my chest. I was hurt, I could feel my heart breaking at the sight of my best friend and boyfriend abandoning me after being mind-controlled by another guy.

A few seconds later, I opened my eyes.

I was on my bed, as Mikey hugged me. I noticed my face was wet and my eyes were teary. Fuck, it was just a nightmare.

I grabbed my phone to check the time. 3 am.

Just a stupid nightmare, I guess.

“Pine…” Mike mumbled, as I noticed that my phone had the brightness maxed, and it shined on his face. “…Is everythin’ a’ight?”. His sleepy voice suggested that I woke him up by accident.

“It’s nothing, just a weird dream” I told him, before placing the phone back at the night table and laying back down, as Mikey hugged me again. “Mike?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you” I said, before closing my eyes.

The guy leaned in to kiss me, before answering “I love you too, bro… let’s get some sleep…”

I dozed off, trying to take the nightmare out of my mind.

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Next morning, I didn’t want to get up. I was tempted to stay in bed the whole day, just being hugged by Mike and not thinking about anything.

He seemed to have the same idea as I did, because he hugged me tighter and showered my face with kisses.

“Morning bro” he mumbled, in between kisses. I smiled, until I felt him pulling away and getting up. I opened my eyes and looked at him go, feeling a bit betrayed.

“Good morning” I mumbled, as he smiled at me before walking out of the room in his undies.

A week passed since the Luke incident, since I paused completely the sports club plan. I spoke to Leo a few times, but told him to give me some space to think about stuff. He understood it, and told me to call him if I needed anything.

I reluctantly got up too, and tidied my pajama a bit, before following Mike. “Hey bro!” He loudly asked from the kitchen as I walked in the living room. “Did you wake up last night or I dreamed it? I can’t remember if it actually happened!”

I rubbed my head a bit, before walking into the kitchen “You don’t need to scream…” I yawned “…Yeah, had a nightmare and woke up. It was pretty intense, but nothing important”

But he seemed to wake up a bit goofy today. That, or he wanted to cheer me up. “Awww, really bro?” He left the mug he had on his hand and walked up to me, pressing my cheeks with his hands like an old grandma. “Are ywou wonna cwy?” And now he tried to imitate a little baby to mock me.

Before I could complain, he leaned in and kissed me, when the coffee machine made its usual ‘beep’ sounds, stating it was ready.

“Jerk” I told him, after he let go of me. I was pretty much used to his prankster side, had to live with it for half of my life and it was one of my favorite things about Mikey.

The guy would try really hard to make you laugh if he saw you sad (Unless he outs you at school, that is. His prankster side gets muffled by the ‘Don’t get anywhere near me’ instinct)

He turned to me as he kept walking backwards “I love you too”, finishing the statement with a wink and a smile, before turning around again to finish with the breakfast preparations. “Any plans for today? I thought about inviting a few bros over for the day. So awesome to have a few days without classes to rest, bro!”

I walked up to him and rested my back against the wall. Still thinking about the nightmare, I decided what to do “I thought about inviting Leo with me to catch the next coach. Probably one of the guys at campus, to avoid dragging random people into my mess. Hoping it actually works out this time and it’s not one of my dumb ideas”

Mike looked at me, frowning. “Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re brilliant, bro. One of the smartest guys I know, just as smart as Neil!” Neil was this guy he met during freshman year. Apparently, the football team used to have a system with the nerdy guys.

They did their essays in exchange for arranging dates with some hot girls. It was quickly dropped after my takeover of the team, of course. The team now help the guys without expecting anything in exchange.

Mike took the time to get to know his “designated nerd”, and they became nice friends afterwards.

“But seriously now, you’ve been doing a lot of great stuff with your powers, and that’s no dumb shit bro. Give yourself some credit or I’ll make you” He tried to sound menacing, holding his fist up, but his angry face quickly turned into a smile, then a laugh. “Sorry, can’t be angry at you. But you get my point, right?”

I nodded, a bit nervous about his sudden need to defend me from myself. It was weird. “S-sure, I do”

He smiled at me, and leaned in to kiss my cheek “Perfect, babe. Now, want some coffee and bacon?”

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I waited at the campus entrance, I had an idea for the next coach, to focus on local people rather than going around the city and potentially fucking an innocent person’s life, as you do.

I couldn’t take the nightmare off my mind, but that was probably a product of my nervousness.

I grew to see Leo as a threat to myself, and my friends. But that’s not what I wanted at all, a war between mind controllers is the last thing I would want, and I had a feeling that Leo wouldn’t like that either.

So far, he had this… childish man attitude that resulted annoying and in the same time, mildly dangerous.

I mean, first, he erased the coach’s personality when I wanted to… ‘ask’ him to work for me in the sports club. Second, he somehow crossed paths with Luke and made him want to suck me off ‘to compensate for all the wrong he did to me’, having him break into my house during the process.

Both of those times I’ve been able to fix things as best as I could, but I preferred not to see things getting out of control.

My objective of today was the rugby coach, and my chosen partner was the friendly Sigma Nu frat president. He was the rugby team’s captain, and I felt more at ease having him around for this day.

And for Leo, I invited him over to see how I work, maybe he could take notes and would understand a bit more what our differences are?

I shook my head for the fifth time as the nightmare replayed on my mind. I hated it, but it wasn’t Leo’s fault. Just my mind playing tricks on me, huh.

“Yo!” I heard a familiar voice say. I noticed Leo just got off his car and walked towards me. “So nice to hear from you, never answered if you liked my present”

“I’m… I don’t have the energy to reprimand you for that,” His face turned into a slight frown, but can you blame me?! “But I’d like to pretend that the Luke incident never happened, and spend another day with you”

“Yas!” He said, throwing a punch to the air. Huh, he seemed really happy today. I noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual preppy clothes, but rather some jock-ish clothes. He had a fitted purple tee and some black leggings with white streaks at the side.

He looked like ready to hit the gym, so I guess I just interrupted his workout session and he thought I was more important than working out.

…I blushed at the thought, and I felt embarrassed for being so idiot to not ask him what was he doing before asking him to go with me.

But again, it was difficult to be kind with the guy when I had a nightmare involving him playing on loop in my mind.

“We’ll be doing another part of my plan today,” He raised an eyebrow, with curiosity “But, I’m leading today. I think our styles are really different and… I’d like to show you how’s my work style” I explained, as he listened intently.

He shrugged “Sure thing, man. I’ll remain behind ya and enjoy the show”

I nodded. Huh, that was easier than I expected.

“Great, c’mon. I asked a friend to come with us too, he’s at the frat house” I motioned him to follow me, and he did.

Funny enough, even when he was older, he looked just like some of this place’s freshmen jocks. He didn’t seem really old; he could totally pass as a 20 years old student if he wanted.

We went on our way, but he seemed to be pretty lost. Good thing I spent a year and a quarter here, I’m pretty familiarized with the campus.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the frat house. It looked as good as always, which seems impressive since it’s managed by a lot of party jocks, but they followed the rules like their lives depended on it.

A surprising thing, but I really liked it. It made me a proud frat bro!

Aiden came out from the front door as we were about to go inside. “Yo, bro” He said, extending his fist for a bump. He was wearing a soccer team uniform, with the usual red and gold colors, long socks, knee pads and gloves for the hands.

We fist bumped, then he kept walking to the soccer field. He was wrestler, but his friend Connor (The soccer team’s captain) asked for help with some strategies and practice.

“A friend, I assume” Leo mumbled, as we walked inside the frat house.

“Yup, he helped me when I was trying to join this frat. We kept hanging out afterwards, he’s awesome” I turned to him after closing the door. “You have to wait here, sorry; I’ll go get Max”

He nodded, and held his hands up “I know how frats work, mate. I’ll just stay here and won’t control anyone. May be hard if all your mates turn out to be really cute jocks”

“Well, yeah. It’s kind of my thing, most of the people I know are jocks” I shrugged, before walking upstairs and going deeper into the house. I passed besides Mike’s room and felt a bit nostalgic. I smiled at the memory of my boyfriend preparing a DIY prom night for us at the room after I passed out last year.

A few guys ‘bro nodded’ at me as I passed by, until I reached the president’s room. I knocked on the door, and waited for a response. They were cool, I mostly liked my fellow frat brothers.

“Comin’!” I heard Max yell from the inside. A few loud footsteps later and the guy opened the door. “Oh hey, bro. Need something? Wanna have a drink?” He moved aside to let me in while pointing to his mini-fridge beside his bed, as I entered. He was wearing a black and grey V-neck tee, and some pajama pants.

“Uhm, no, thanks” Way too early to drink alcohol. “I was wondering if you could come and help me get the rugby coach under control?” Two years and that never stopped sounding weird.

He shrugged “Sure, sounds good!” I like that my slaves think it’s completely normal to help me out with my plans.

I can walk in the football team’s locker room and tell them ‘Hey guys, drop all the plans you might have, we are having a smash tournament with lots of fucking in my place instead!’ and they would be like ‘Yeah, whatever you say coach!’, with big smiles on their faces before resuming their bro chat.

Before we left the room, Max changed his pants to something more proper, then followed me back to the public lounge.

Leo looked at us as we walked down the stairs, waiting by the door. He seemed pretty bored, but hopefully he’ll have some fun with us today.

“Leo, this is the Sigma Nu’s president Max. Max, this is my friend Leo-”

He interrupted me, and extended his hand to Max. “Hey, I want a long ass title too… What about ‘President of LeoCorp’ Leo?”

“What is LeoCorp?” I asked, with curiosity. I was a bit annoyed since he interrupted me again, but decided to shrug it off in the attempt to get more info about him.

“I’ll tell you later, we have a coach to get, bud” He answered, before turning his attention back to Max.

Max shook hands with him “Nice to meet ya, man. And yeah, coach Geoff should be at his office. He has a meeting in a few hours and he’s preparing what he’s going to discuss.”

I nodded, as we headed outside. “Better get going then, anything you’d like to say about the coach, Max?” I wondered how the other coaches of this college were. Apparently, Peter was one of the worst ones before I arrived, but some of the other coaches weren’t so bad.

Geoff, for example, had an AMAZING reputation around campus. He’s like the fun uncle of the rugby team, joking with them and joining practices as a player from time to time.

Every player talked highly of him, because according to Max “Unlike other coaches, our coach prefers to reach good results by making us trust in each other like a big brotherhood, or family. It works pretty well, even if we don’t win, we have a lot of fun and adrenaline in each game”

Honestly, he sounded like a great guy, so I wanted to take the consent approach first. Maybe he’d join the sports club willingly and everything! I still would have to give him the special drink, but that’s because it would be to make him think it’s normal for the other coaches to be under my control, too.

Leo was amazed to learn that we were getting a rugby coach. My suspicion was correct, and he apparently was a rugby player before! He and Max seemed to get along pretty well after that came out, “Always good to meet a fellow rugby mate!” Leo said, before hugging Max tightly.

We arrived the rugby team’s locker room. I think that giving each team their own locker room was a great idea. That way, I don’t have to worry about anyone walking in while my players are getting a bit dirty between each other.

Past the empty locker room, there was the coach’s office. Leo gave me thumbs up before Max knocked the door.

“One second!” A deep voice said from the inside. Max already knew what to say, so today’s part was going to be really easy.

He opened the door, and greeted the team’s captain with a warm hug. “Max! So nice to see you, but we don’t have any scheduled practice, right?” Huh, he seems really chilled.

“Nah coach, just a proposal a friend of mine wanted to make you. Can we go in a discuss it? Seems to be a pretty good one!” Max said, pretty excitedly. Leo just remained silent and enjoyed the show, just as he said before.

Coach Geoff motioned us to come inside, and sat on his desk with a friendly smile. Max was right, he seemed like some kind of proud daddy. He seemed to be near Leo’s age, probably older though.

Dark brown hair with a few white ones at the front, normal brown eyes, a few wrinkles and a friendly smile.

According to Max, he shouldn't play rugby at all, due to an accident on his younger days, but his team goes soft with him as they play for fun and to learn how to be better. Like a big, happy family of bros.

“Geoffrey Morgan. Nice to meet you, guys.” He said, looking at me and Leo. “So, what can I help you with? I have some free time before my meeting actually starts, just taking the nerves off me”

He seemed really friendly, and I think he lives to the good reputation he has among his players. Like he’s some kind of easy-going guy who’s seems actually interested on what we have to say.

I took a deep breath and said “Well, there’s this… There’s this sports club at the city and we’re trying to save it. I recruited a few coaches to work there while everything goes back to normal. I have four volunteers by now”

They should be three, but I thought about contacting Mark from my old high school. He has a mind link too, so that should make things easier. “Just a few more and we’ll be ready to go, what do you think? I promise it’ll be a… very nice experience” I finished with a reassuring smile.

We just waited in silence for a response. Leo was getting inpatient, while Max was switching between looking at his coach, then at us, then back at his coach.

“Hmm… I think it could really work out. It would be sad seeing a place like a sports club just… die like that” I smiled, as he grabbed a blank paper from his desk and wrote down his number. “Count on me, buddy. You can send me the rest of the details later, but I really should get back to planning this meeting, it’s really important for the team.”

I smiled “Sure, thanks so much, sir!” then grabbed a bottle from my bag. “Oh, and please drink this as soon as we go out, alright? I’m sure you’ll start feeling really motivated and confident about your meeting after you drink it”

His eyes glazed over for a second, as he mumbled a “Yeah…” and took the bottle.

Max didn’t found that weird at all, he was like ‘oh cool!’, as the coach snapped out and wished us good luck with our plans.

‘I really like this guy’ I thought, as we headed out the office.

“Well, that should be it for today” I said, as I looked at the guys and waited for the mind link to appear. “Thanks for the info, Max. It made the planning a lot easier to be honest.” And it really did. The guy wanted to help willingly rather than me having to think exact words I wanted to say to avoid fucking up with him, giving him the drink, reprogramming him, blablabla.

The frat president looked really proud of himself. “Glad I could help, bro. Anything else you need, or should I remember to the house now?”

I thought about spending a day at the frat, since Leo seemed to like being around him. But, the other mind controller chose for me and dismissed Max. “I’d like to talk with Piney here in private, mate”

Max held up his hands “Fair enough, see ya later bro! And it was nice to meet you, Leo!” Then we separated our ways as we went out of the building.

Leo and I started walking back to the campus’ entrance, in silence. I was waiting for him to bring something up, he seemed way more talkative than I was.

“That was an interesting thing you did there” Leo said, breaking the silence between us “I mean, seemed to be a really quick and short thing and I’m trying to understand why you needed to bring the other guy with us, but trying to get him willingly was cool. How did you get that idea?”

I shrugged “Max said he was a nice man, I just pledged to that side of him. No powers or anything, just a bit of normal speaking. I had to make a mind link with him, though. It would be weird to have him willingly working while all of the others are completely under control. And I like having a friend around for these kinds of things, helps with the nerves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get your point but… why the help with his confidence for the meeting? It doesn’t have anything to do with your plan, right?”

“Well, since I’m using the guy for my own plans, it’s good to retrieve the favor, right?” It was a very simple thing, just a few words and he would have better confidence for preparing his meeting. Nothing complicated at all.

I felt Geoff’s mind link appearing as we walked. ‘Good, that’s taken care of for now’ I thought, and I was glad I didn’t feel any pain nor something like that, it meant that I wasn’t near overloading my powers again.

Leo didn’t answer this time, so I tried to think about another topic, when the nightmare reappeared at my mind. I shook my head, and tried to think of something else.

“So… are you going to tell me what’s LeoCorp or will that remain as another mystery?” I asked the older mind controller, as we kept walking. I kept trying to take the nightmare off my mind, and chatting seemed to be a good way.

He scratched the back of his head “Oh, I thought you forgot. It’s a pretty big business I’m the owner of, got it during my college years with my powers.” He said, without giving it much importance. “The previous owner was happy to give me the whole business, and he’s happy being my well-paid assistant. I keep him in complete bliss every day, y’know?”

I frowned. That was definitely wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. “And you just… took the guy’s business like it was nothing?”

“Boy, gettin’ pretty dense with your morals, aren’t you?” He sighed, but more in a… tired way, rather than angry. “Look, you’ve got mind control powers, right? So, why don’t you use them for your own benefit, without thinking of the consequences for once? I’m not telling ya to rob a bank, but maybe try out putting your boyfriend in complete bliss, without control. He’ll love it, and you’ll have a great time with the guy”

Before I could answer, he placed an arm around me “I’m learning a lot from you, dude. And I’d like to retrieve the favour by teaching you a few things too, how does that sound?”

I won’t lie, I gave it some thought. But it would just feel wrong, doing whatever I wanted with my powers like it doesn’t have negative impacts on my slaves’ lives.

I liked to have a perfect balance between my control over them and a positive impact for them, like better focus on the field, or when they’re studying, or whatever.

But… Maybe I could learn one thing or two about this. I mean, not fucking any lives was a simple rule to bear with by now, technically cemented on my mind and always present.

“You got a deal, I guess.” I said, extending my hand for a shake. “You try out my approach, and I’ll try out yours, alright? That means, respecting the golden rule with your life: Not ruin anyone’s lives, ever”

“And, you enjoy your powers more. Don’t think of the consequences, just… Look at that guy” He pointed to a fellow student that was hanging out with his friends nearby the quad’s fountain, as we passed by. “He looks hot, right?”

I nodded “I guess, what’s your point?”

“Walk up to him and tell him to blow you off!” He noticed my expression of surprise, and quickly retracted himself “Alright, alright. Let’s go slower first, just follow my suggestion from before and go back home with your dude… I may need to get a dude for myself, now that I think of it”

I wonder what did he mean with that, but if he was going to follow my approach, there was nothing to worry about, right?

“Okay. We’ll share our advances from time to time, to keep on each other’s progress, alright?” He nodded at that, as we arrived to the entrance and walked over to his parked car.

This is going to be interesting, I guess?

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I entered my place with a nice grin. Leo’s idea seemed really good right now, but probably because I’m horny.

“I’m home!” I said, as I closed the door. Mike waved at me from the couch, still in his undies.

“Yo, bro! Didn’t invite anyone after you left, got really lazy and decided to play videogames instead” He explained, showing me the Switch on his hands. “How was your day with Leo?”

“I’ll tell you in a while, alright? First, I have something in mind” I walked closer to him, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

As I pulled back, he smiled and said “What do you mea-uhhhh”, before his eyes glazed over and he got up from the couch.

I had sent him a command to stop thinking and enter a relaxed state, pushing his main personality to the back and deepening his trance with some more commands, just like Leo suggested.

A few minutes later, Mike entered the living room again wearing a football armor we had for our kinky nights, and stood in front of me as he stared straight ahead, zoned out.

A bit of drool coming from his mouth and passing through his stubble beard, as he blissfully smiled and waited for commands. His big arms hanging at the sides, his chiseled abs were tensed and his cock was hard on his jockstrap.

Looking at him, he's definitely one sexy jock slave.

Maybe that's how Leo saw guys when he was my age. Just sexy jock slaves.

I sent a command to Mike through the mind link and he went on his knees. The way his drool would come out of his mouth and drip to the floor was so sexy.

I stepped closer and addled his brain a bit more. His eyes were getting foggier and foggier. He looked so helpless, so obedient, so moldable into anything I could ever want. And yet, I would never do anything he wouldn’t do, I loved my best friend so much to do that to him.

I ran my hands on the drooling jock's abs and pecs, massaging his chest until his nipples were hard. I felt a bit of a rush, using Mike as my plaything. My obedient little jock... or so I'd call him. But he's still my perfect lovely boyfriend.

“Mike?” I asked, still checking out his amazing muscles.

“Yes, master?” Mike said, in a monotone voice. He sounded empty, but somehow happy at the same time.

“What are you thinking about?” I ducked to face him, as his empty stare followed me.

“I’m not thinking, master! You do the thinking for me, master!” I smiled, and leaned in to kiss him for a bit. He kissed me back, and went back to mindlessly smiling when I pulled back.

“You’re such a good jockboy, aren’t you Mike?”

“Yes, master! Huhuhuh!”

I checked out his mind link. He was in complete bliss right now, and I liked that. He felt like floating, like he was in some kind of dream. Just real, pure bliss where Mike has no control at all.

I wanted to hear him out when this was over, since when I put him under, he usually is mildly conscious to know if he wants or not to do something, and can use his safeword. Not this time, we’re trying new things, big guy.

I proceeded to get back up and undid my belt. I lowered my pants and underwear, as my cock sprung out, half-hard.

Mike’s eyes turned to it, like he just saw the most beautiful thing in the world. “Mike?” I asked again, to get his attention.

“Uh… yes, master?” I noticed the drip of saliva got a bit bigger, as he couldn’t get his eyes off my cock. I swung it left and right, slowly, as I felt his mind getting foggier and foggier with each movement.

“What do you want, right now?”

“I want to serve master… I want to worship your cock…” He mumbled, trying to take a sniff of my cock, but trying to not move at the same time and remaining on his knees.

I placed my cock on his lips, and I could feel he tried to lick the tip of it. “Suck it, jockboy”

Almost instantly, Mike swallowed my cock and started to suck pretty fast, like his life depended on it. I sent a command over the mind link for him to slow down and enjoy it a bit more. I could feel him slowing down and doing magic with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to deep throat. Mike loved every second of it, and just continued to suck after I let his head go.

“Alright, jockboy. Stop and get up” I said after a bit. I felt myself close, but I wasn’t over with today’s session yet.

My mind-fucked boyfriend did as I ordered, and stood right in front of me, still with a bit of saliva and a big, dumb smile on his face. His eyes seemed emptier than ever, I don’t think I’ve brought him this deep before.

Another command sent through the mind link, and he was now striking a pose for me to feel up his muscled arms.

I noticed his cock was full hard now, and its head was poking out of the jockstrap, leaking a good amount of pre.

“Carry me to our room, alright?” I told him, as I finished with the feeling up muscles part.

“Yes master!” The big guy said, as he grabbed me by the back and the legs and lifted me like some kind of baby.

I felt good. Powerful. I could definitely see what Leo sees in doing this.

But… at the same time, it felt kind of wrong. My empathy speaking, of course, and I usually pay attention to it. Mike’s backup is still ever present on the back of his mind though, to reassure myself that no matter what I do, I can bring him back.

“Oh, and Mike?”

He turned his face to me, still with a blank stare but his goofy smile grew wider when he looked at me. “Yeah, master?”

Even while mindless, he still looked amazingly handsome. The happiness and adoration in his eyes was notorious, and I found it quite attractive. “How do you feel right now?”

“I feel amazing, master!” He said as we entered our room, and he stopped in front of the bed. “I’m so happy to obey as your mindless jockboy, master!”

He carefully left me standing on the floor, as he took a step back and waited for more orders.

It was like controlling a puppet, or a sim. I just had to send a command over to his mind or say something and he would do it without thinking.

I sent a simple command to his mind. ‘Grab master Pine and start making out with him’.

As I mentioned, just like a sim. Mike naturally grabbed me and pulled me in for a make out session. Another command sent to his mind, and he leaded me to the bed. He was still on his football armor, and it looked amazing on him.

‘Repeat out loud:’

“I love you so much, bro! You’re the best coach and master I’ve ever had!” He kept smiling with an empty stare every time I sent a new order and followed it without any resistance. “I’m completely yours, bro! And I love being that way!”

He sounded dreamy, like he was half asleep and half awake. But another check at his mind just confirmed that he was an empty and obedient jockboy slave.

And his cock remained completely hard in his jockstrap, even when I didn’t tell him to get hard. Good old Mikey never changes, he’s just ready to fuck all the time.

Leo was right, it was really easy to do this. But I assumed it would be a bit harder for him, or he had a workaround for his temporary mind links. I had my mind link with Mike since last year, but Leo’s last for a few hours, apparently.

I’ll him more about that later. For now, it was time to enjoy!

I pushed my lowered pants and underwear off my feet and laid down in bed, arms behind my head. I got comfy as I started to program his new set of orders.

‘Get above my cock and start fucking yourself with it’

Mike moved to do as I commanded him, without lowering his jockstrap since his ass was already at full display, he got above my hard cock as I lubed it with saliva, before lubing his hole a bit too (I didn’t want to hurt my boyfriend!).

I gave him a nod to continue, as he slowly positioned himself and started impaling with my cock. He tried to do the first thrusts slowly, as it went all the way in. I just laid there and watched the show, feeling amazing. Mike seemed to love it, but I assumed it had to do more with the obeying my orders rather than the fucking he was receiving.

The muscled guy looked amazing, as always, but his mindless expression had some charm to it, reminding me of the time he was dumb Mikey.

“Feeling good, Mike?” I asked him, before letting out a soft moan.

“Yes… master!” He answered, still going up and down, fucking himself with my cock. “Obeying you makes me happy, master!”

I wondered if putting the other guys under would have this same effect on them or if it was only because Mike already loved going under my control.

Mike grunted from time to time, but tried to remain silent and with a goofy smile.

I felt close to cumming, so I prepared the words in my mind. ‘When you feel me cumming, you will do too, feeling an outstanding pleasure go through your entire body before getting off my cock and lying beside me’

Sent them to his mind, as the mindless jock kept fucking himself. A few seconds later, I came inside of him.

Almost instantly, he came too. I always liked that detail, being able to control if a person cums or not, and when they do it. Most of his cum fell on my shirt, and I took it off after he got off my cock and proceeded to lay down beside me, as I ordered him.

“You were amazing, jockboy” I whispered to him, as I passed my hand above his abs, feeling him up.

“Thanks master! I want to be a good jock for you, master!”

“Oh really? And why is that?” I had an idea in mind that I wanted to try out. It would be funny to see.

‘You can think again’ I commanded his mind, as I pulled his main personality back to the front while he answered.

“Because I’m yours, master! I want to make… you… happy… Bro? Weren’t we at the couch? And why is my ass sore-y?” A confused, but still dazed Mikey asked. I moved my hand beneath his football armor as I felt up his pecs now.

“Shh… Don’t mind that…” I started, in a very soft and chilled tone. The one I usually used to make him relax. “Just stay with me, and don’t think about it”

My powers affected him again, as he turned to face me and leaned closer to kiss me. “Whatever you say, bro… I love when you get mischievous and make me feel good…” The dopey grin re-appeared on his face, but this time it was his own doing.

I was tempted to bring him back under, but his kisses while he’s mindless aren’t as good as when Mikey is awake and in full display.

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Later that night, the exact same nightmare that had been endlessly playing in my mind appeared again as I slept.

I couldn’t move, Mike and Gary were on their knees. Leo in front of them, as Gary was completely enslaved by him and Mike was being taken away from me.

Until… something passed through me. It was… me?

My copy went straight to Leo, but I still couldn’t move, only watch. The other Pine walked up to him, moved Gary and Mike from the way, and looked straight at Leo.

Then, the two mind controllers started… fighting each other? This was getting super weird, until my copy did something unexpected.

He got his hands on Leo’s temples and said “Sleep”. Suddenly, the rugby player fell backwards and to the floor, before starting to snore.

The other Pine looked at me, with a little smile. I noticed his voice was familiar… I remember it from last year, when I passed out.

It told me how to break the mind links once, and now it was showing me this, that I honestly didn’t know if it was real or just an strategy to make me relax and finally forget about this nightmare.

“You both should try to remain on each other’s good side, alright? Telepaths are supposed to stick together!” He seemed happy, just like the last time we talked.

I have myself a nod, trying to tell me that I understood what he meant, before he continued “Good, have fun and keep doing nice stuff! I’m rooting for you!”

Then, I woke up again on my bed, next to a dozed off Mike. We had been playing during the whole day, and now it was the middle of the night again.

But, instead of tearing up like last night, I smiled and mumbled a quick “Thanks” to myself.

I felt more at ease now, my... powers, I think? They were telling me that I was doing great! That had to be a good sign, right?

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badwolfwrites-sometimes · 4 years

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Golden Knights, Silver Crowns: Chapter 1

Feliciano is the young prince of Roma Nova just living his best life, but when his childhood friend returns to keep his promise to him, the world turns upside down. His biggest concern, aside from keeping his own part of the promise, is that he's slowly growing fond of his new knight. Request by @mybrainbutonpaper, I hope you like it.

Feliciano didn't expect them to meet again like this in the slightest. Yet somehow, seeing his old friend standing before him dressed like he was off to some distant war, brought him a bitter taste in his mouth.

His grandfather, King Augusto, stood beside his old friend. Feliciano would swear on his dead mother's soul that he seemed a bit too giddy about this whole situation. Feliciano had no idea what the situation was, but if Ludwig was involved, it surely was important.

Ludwig had grown a lot since Feliciano last saw him and he had to admit he grew up pretty handsome as well. He slicked back his blond hair and his eyes were now piercing their way into Feliciano's skull, like they were analyzing him. Ludwig was also dressed neatly, his armor was nicely polished and his cape like it was made yesterday just for him. He rested one arm on his sword, like he didn't trust anyone in the room, even if it was only them.

Feliciano, on the other hand, looked like he just rolled out of his bed, which was true actually. The maids rushed him awake as soon as Feliciano was called by his grandfather and he slept his way through the dressing, wearing tight brown pants and a white blouse, which he slightly opened to let himself breathe. Overall, he was underdressed for this occasion. And his hair wasn't even brushed.

"Well, I see none of you are willing to start a conversation so it is down to me. Feli, I'm sure you remember Ludwig?" King Augusto started, getting impatient at their quietness. Feliciano nodded, so he continued. "He recently got promoted to the highest knight rank and he came to ask me a favor. He wants to become your personal knight, meaning he will be in charge of your training, studying, protection...," he rambled on and Feliciano chose to shut him out, staring back at Ludwig.

Feliciano spoke first once King Augusto stopped listing Ludwig's duties. "You kept your promise?" He said it like a whisper, but loud enough for Ludwig to hear.

"You didn't," was all Ludwig said and at his words, Feliciano felt that bitter taste return. He didn't expect Ludwig to return from Germaniae at all, let alone still remember the promise they made as kids.

If Ludwig is here to be his personal knight, then Feliciano is in for a lot of changes.

Ludwig already got his hands on Feliciano's schedule for the day, informing Feliciano that, since it was the first day and a bit unexpected (Feliciano would disagree, it was very unexpected), they will go easy on his duties that day. Starting tomorrow, it was going to be a living hell for Feliciano. No prince wakes up at 5 in the morning anymore, Ludwig! For now, it was just the two of them, walking to Feliciano's study room for geometry lessons, very silently and awkwardly.

"So," Feliciano broke the ice first, "how was Germaniae? How is your brother?" Of course Feliciano would forget his childhood friend's brother's name, but at least he tried.

Ludwig was quiet at first, like he was thinking of an answer. "Home was nice. Gilbert is good too, he will be coming in a few days." And of course Ludwig noticed Feliciano forgot his brother's name.

"I see you're still not very talkactive," Feliciano smiled.

"You say it like it is a bad thing."

It was a good feeling to know that some things never truly change, comforting even. A lot has changed about and around them in the past years, but at least the core things stayed the same.

"It's good to have you back, Ludwig," Feliciano said somewhat melancholically.

"Thank you," Ludwig responded, his response lacking some emotion.

The rest of the walk was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Once they made it to the study room, Ludwig left his side, telling him that he will return when his lessons are finished. Usually, Ludwig should stay with Feliciano at all times, but since it was only day one and there was no danger to Feliciano inside, he could relax a bit.

Feliciano has never felt so bored in his life as much as he did in those 3 hours of geometry lessons. Only his thinking and imagination kept him occupied at the time. There was too much happening all of a sudden, making his brain go wild. Ludwig was back and he is his personal knight and his mentor still thought Feliciano would be building pyramids so he needed to know the Pythagorean theorem. Who even is that guy? As soon as the maid walked by to announce the time, marking the end of his lessons, Feliciano bolted out.

It was breakfast time and, although a maid threw a piece of bread in his mouth for him to chew as they were dressing him up, Feliciano felt like he could eat the entire castle. As he was rushing down the halls, he bumped into Ludwig and knocked them both down.

"I'm sorry!" Feliciano said, rubbing his head. He noticed Ludwig changed his clothes into something less shiny and hard, but it hurt Feliciano nevertheless upon impact. He quickly got up. "Food," was all he said before continuing to run.

Ludwig grabbed him before he got too far, brushing his hair. "No running," he said, "food will not run away if you walk."

Feliciano didn't want to argue with Ludwig now, allowing himself to be escorted by him to the dining room. Lovino and Romeo should already be there, alongside his grandfather.

The dining room was spacious, it needed to be to fit a table as large as theirs. King Augusto also had a policy that every servant in the castle had to eat with them at the same table, going as far as to punish those who disobeyed the rule with more work. When Ludwig and Feliciano arrived, it was already full and the food was set.

"There you two are," King Augusto greeted them, "we were just about to start eating."

Feliciano sat down next to Romeo, his younger brother, ruffling his hair. Romeo was only 5 so he didn't know Ludwig and Feliciano introduced them. Ludwig sat down next to Feliciano, on the opposite side of Lovino.

Lovino, the oldest and the heir to the throne, stared at Ludwig with a scowl. He remembers Ludwig when he was a kid, the two never liked each other for some reason. Ludwig just nodded to him as a greeting.

He looked around the room, servants were already drooling over the food in front of them, having waited for the last member of the royal family. But it wasn't that which caught Ludwig's attention. It was the two empty seats, one next to Lovino and the other at the very end of the table, opposing King Augusto.

Feliciano seemed to notice Ludwig eyeing the two empty seats, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear. "If you're wondering one is for my mother and the other for my grandma," he said. Ludwig responded by nodding, not wanting to stick his nose where it didn't belong.

One thing Ludwig found odd about their meals was how lively they were. Normally, people would be quiet when eating, but in Roma Nova they were talking even when food was spilling out of their mouths. He already felt like a stranger, quietly eating his food.

The breakfast had dragged on for what felt like hours to Ludwig and he was glad when it was finally finished, all servants scattering to clean everything and back to their duties. The royal family was the last to leave, staying a bit longer just to talk.

Ludwig felt a tug at his side as he was leaving, turning around to see Feliciano's brother, young prince Romeo. "Hello," Ludwig greeted.

Romeo smiled at him, "Hello. My name is Romeo. Are you here to take care of Feli?"

Ludwig's heart almost melted, this boy was so young and already so polite. He remembers Feliciano being a whole lot more wild when he was his age. "Yes, I am," Ludwig answered.

"I have to warn you, he's a lot of trouble," Romeo said and Feliciano turned around to pinch his cheeks, overhearing their conversation.

"Do not worry, Young Prince, I can handle him." Romeo didn't respond, screaming at Feliciano for pinching his cheeks.

Ludwig saw Romeo once again when he finished dragging Feliciano to the rest of his lessons, playing alone in the halls. As soon as Romeo spotted him, he ran up to him, "Ludwig, do you want to play with me?" He asked.

"What are you playing?"

"Dragons!" The way Romeo exclaimed that instantly proved to Ludwig that he really is Feliciano's brother.

"Alright then," Ludwig said. "Do you have a story to go with your play?"

Romeo paused, sticking his finger in his mouth. "Not really, I'm just playing around."

"Would you like for me to give you a story?" Ludwig asked.

"Yes!"

Ludwig proceeded to tell Romeo a story about a knight who got turned into a dragon by an evil wizard and about a princess he loved and took to protect against her father, the evil wizard. Romeo appeared to like the story, seeing as he didn't move during the entire time Ludwig was telling it to him. Their time talking was cut short when Feliciano came storming out of his class, finally done for the day.

"I'm going to take a nap," he said, out of breath. Ludwig parted ways with Romeo, who was still starry eyed after Ludwig's story, and escorted Feliciano to his room.

"Was it fun?" Feliciano suddenly asked. "Talking to my brother?"

"Yes, he is much more mature than you were his age," Ludwig answered.

Feliciano smiled, "Of course he is, he doesn't have the childhood I had."

"May I ask in what sense?"

"Mom is not here. I had her to raise me normally and freely, Romeo doesn't have that. All he has is Lovi and me," Feliciano's smile long gone from his face, he clutched his hands.

"I am sorry about your loss, Feliciano. I remember how close you were to your mother," Ludwig said.

"I'm fine. She didn't die in vain and she is still remembered as our kingdoms finest princesses. People knowing how kind she was is enough for me to feel better."

"I understand."

They reached Feliciano's room, and as Ludwig was starting to walk away from him, Feliciano grabbed him. "I'm sorry, Ludwig. For not keeping my side of the promise," he said and closed the doors.

Ludwig walked away.

Feliciano had a dream from the past that night. An old memory. He was swinging around with his wooden sword, playing with a kid with blond hair.

"I'll be leaving soon."

"Huh?"

"I'm leaving for Germaniae to train. I'm going to become a knight and when I do, I'll come back to you."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes. But only if you promise me something else."

"What is it?"

"Promise me that-"

Feliciano woke up sweaty and shaking, the memory of that day burned deeply in his heart. More than ever he wished for his mother to be still alive now. She would know how to help with the pain he felt. He got up from his bed and walked to his desk, beginning to write a letter to the only other person he knew could help, his fiancee Chel.

#GerIta #Germany x Italy #APH Germany #hetalia GerIta #gerita fanfic #aph gerita #aph seborga #APH Italy #aph ancient rome #hws germany #hws italy #hws ancient rome #hws seborga #hws #APH #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #golden knights silver crowns story

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frangipanidownunder · 5 years

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Monsters and Millenniums: fic

An Emily survived and lives with Scully AU. This is set during Millennium. It’s pure fluff.

She pulled the sheet over her ears, determined to block out the noise. It had started as a series of muffled grunts, but then came bumps and tapping, a bit of dragging. She burrowed down into the warmth under her blanket, picked at the scab on her knee, pulled Peanut, her elephant beanie baby, up under her chin. Peanut was a good friend. He listened. But, Emily reasoned, he probably wouldn’t be very good in a fight.

There were times when the stories Mom told were a bit frightening. FBI agents protected the American public and sometimes people did bad things. That’s when Mom became Special Agent Scully and went to work with her partner, Special Agent Fox Mulder. The man who didn’t like being called by his first name, or even being called Mister. He was just Mulder. Only Grandma Scully got to call him Fox. And when she did that he always blushed.

When Mom and Mulder went to work they sometimes had to do dangerous things. Mom had to work out why people died. She said death was like a puzzle and it was her job to put the pieces together. She said that sometimes Mulder had a knack for finding all the corner pieces first and then they had to build the frame before they could fill in the middle.

Mom knew how to shoot a gun. She shot her gun better than Mulder. He always laughed when she said that. But it was a high-pitched laugh that sounded like he was covering up for the truth. Emily had a laugh like that. It made her skin hot when she did that laugh.

Mom and Mulder had been working a case, which sucked because it was Millennium Eve, and she’d wanted to stay up and watch the celebrations with her. She liked the way Mom softened at nights. She’d take off her sharp suits and high heels, she’d remove all her makeup so you could see her freckles and her mole. She’d let her hair dry naturally so that it crinkled. She’d wear shiny pyjamas with big covered buttons and, in the winter, a fluffy white robe that Emily loved to snuggle against. Mom let her wear it once and it wasn’t that big, considering.

Mulder teased her Mom about her height but Emily thought he secretly liked being able to look down over her. Not to protect her, because Mom always said she didn’t need that, but more like as a best friend who really wanted everything to be safe and happy. Mom never saw the way he looked when she was busy round the apartment. He had a special expression. His eyes sort of shone and he kind of held his mouth half-open like there was always something he wanted to tell Mom but never did. A good secret.

She was still thinking about that face when a loud bang followed by a smash made her sit up. Peanut slipped from her grasp and flopped to the floor making a soft hushing sound where his beanbag innards spread on the polished boards. Her heart hit her ribcage like the hammer on her drumkit. It hurt as she tried to keep her breathing from becoming as loud as the noises. She knew she should wake Grandma Scully, but she was snoring softly on the rollout bed and looked so peaceful. Mom said she shouldn’t wake Grandma unless she really, really had to. That she was getting to be a big girl who didn’t need her hand held everywhere. But with the noises getting more and more scary outside Emily didn’t feel much like a big girl tonight and all she really wanted to do was have her hand held.

Emily swung her legs out of the covers and pushed herself to the floor so quietly that she felt like she had beanbag innards too. She tucked Peanut into the crook of her elbow and sat on the rug a while, picking at the loose threads in rhythm to Grandma Scully’s breathing. There was silence outside now. And that was scarier than the noises. The silence was so heavy that Emily felt it pushing down on her head, holding her to the spot so that she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.

There was a sting in each eye, a pain in her chest. Her throat was scratchy. She wanted so badly to call out for her Mom. If she were here, she’d turn on the light and walk to her bed, wrapping the robe around her waist. The bed would sink a little, she’d stroke Emily’s hair away from her face and kiss her forehead, both cheeks, her nose and her chin.

“The shape of a cross to ward off those scary dreams,” she’d say, and her voice would be all swirly with tiredness and love. Sometimes, Mom would read to her a little. Matilda was a favourite at the moment. And The Secret Garden and Heidi. She would dream about visiting those places in Europe with the old houses and mansions and castles.

Grandma Scully spluttered and sighed and turned over in the bed. The covers rustled. Emily held her breath hoping that she’d wake up, but she didn’t. She just sighed. Her hand flopped out of the covers, dangling within temptation’s reach. Maybe she could just sit next to Grandma’s bed and hold her hand until Mom came home. Emily slid across the floor, Peanut squished against her heart, and reached out for Grandma Scully’s fingers. As she curled her hand inside, there was a long, low rumbling sound. Thunder inside the house. Emily felt her breaths coming out in hot spurts and she couldn’t help but whimper into Peanut’s soft body.

“What’s the matter, Emily, angel? Why are you on the floor?”

Grandma Scully pushed back her covers and Emily climbed up, clinging to her side like the vine on the trellis in her garden.

“Emily?”

“There’s a monster outside.”

Grandma Scully dropped a kiss on her head and pulled her tighter. “You know there are no such things as monsters.” But she said it like she didn’t really mean it. Like the way Mulder laughed.

“There have been strange noises.”

“It’s probably just your Mom, angel.”

“But she would have come in to say goodnight.”

“How about I go take a look?”

Emily tugged at her arm. “No! There’s monsters.”

Grandma Scully pulled a robe around her and pushed her feet into her slippers. She held Emily’s hands and smiled. “And there’s me.”

The way she said it, strong like Mom, made Emily feel taller and braver. “Then I’m coming with you.”

They walked hand in hand to the door but before Grandma Scully opened it, Emily grabbed the Socker Boppers that Mulder had given her on her last birthday. Mom had frowned when she opened them but Mulder bopped her on the nose with one and she gave him a funny smile.

“Just in case,” she said to Grandma Scully who dutifully put one onto her hand but Emily didn’t feel much like laughing at the oversized glove as she opened the door and followed her into the darkness of the apartment.

She gripped Grandma Scully’s free hand as they padded towards the living room. A muffled groan, almost a growl, broke the silence and Emily raised the Socker Bopper ready to strike. Grandma Scully flicked on the hall lamp, casting light over the couch.

And Mom’s head popped up, finger pressed to her lips, urging them to keep quiet. Grandma Scully smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Emily ran round the couch to her Mom’s side and sat next to her. Mulder was asleep, snuffling out moans and sighs. His shoulder was in a bandage and his face was screwed up in pain.

“He’s going to be okay,” Mom whispered. “But I just wanted him to get some sleep. Sorry if we woke you. Let’s get you back to bed.” She bumped the Socker Bopper and smiled. “I don’t think you’ll need this. Here, let me take it off.”

“And hers?” Grandma Scully raised her giant plastic fist and hid a giggle into her other hand.

Emily’s bed was still warm and she slipped under the covers, nestling Peanut against the side of the pillow. Mom sat down and stroked her hair off her face.

“We’re safe here, Emily.”

“Mulder is protecting us?”

She didn’t laugh exactly, but it was pretty close. “You need to sleep now.”

“Mom?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love Mulder?”

Grandma Scully made the same laugh as her Mom.

“Of course,” she said, but it was a sort of quick answer, high-pitched. And she pushed the covers up a bit too high around Emily’s neck.

“Have you ever kissed him?”

Grandma Scully cleared her throat and the rollout bed creaked as she lay down. Mom looked across at her, but Grandma had turned her back and sounded like she was already snoring.

“Erm…yes. Sort of. I mean. Yes, just…” Mom scratched at the underside of her chin. “Mulder kissed me just a little while ago. For the New Year. It’s a sort of tradition.”

“So you’ve kissed him every New Year’s Eve?”

“Well, no. That’s not…we kissed this year, because it’s special.”

The door opened and Mulder walked in. His hair was sticking up and he winced. Mom turned towards him and she did one of her big smiles before she stood up and told him to go back to bed.

He didn’t move. He waved at Emily. “This where the party at?”

“Mulder.” Mom used her warning voice but Mulder just made a silly face that made Emily laugh.

“How about a bedtime story, Emily?”

“Mulder.”

“S’okay, Scully, promise I won’t tell her the one about the zom…”

“Mulder!”

Grandma Scully and Mom both said it at the same time and he held up his hands, only to pull another face when he remembered his bad shoulder. Mom stood up and fussed over him, checking his forehead. He sighed a lot.

“Everybody’s going to bed,” she said firmly.

“Okay, doc.” Mulder grinned and walked to the side of Emily’s bed and bent to kiss her. He smelled like hospitals. Mom bent to kiss her too and reached over to switch off the lamp.

“Mom?”

“Yes, Emily?”

“Are those hickeys around your neck?”

Mulder was still laughing so loudly that even the hiss of the kettle didn’t cover it up.

#txf fanfic #my fanfiction #msr fluff #emily au #millennium

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beefybuffybucky · 7 years

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Apples at the Market

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - 40s!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Request: could you please do a Bucky request for me please? where Bucky comes back and realises that he won't be able to see you again since he married you in the 40's. he tries to make a recipe that the remembers you cooking him all the time and he breaks down because its doesn't taste the same. In the end can you make it that you actually went through the same process as him to be a super soldier and stuff and you eventually meet? sorry if its too long but its been on my mind for weeks and I would love you to write it because I love the way you write! thank you xx

Warnings: angst - fluff - language

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: It was so much fun writing this prompt, omg. I actually really love baking and had a super chill time going through my great grandma’s recipes to find the perfect ones for this fic. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Bucky’s P.O.V

We were married in the autumn, Y/N and I. It was an outdoor wedding, in the middle of a lush, mystical forest up-state. The leaves were deep reds, sweet oranges, and brilliant yellows, and each gust of wind that would dance through the trees’ branches created an intoxicating melody of calmness, the leaves flutter down around us, landing gracefully on the ground. It was a small wedding, just us, Steve, a priest, and a few of our neighbors. I never really cared that there weren’t a lot of people - all I could focus on was her mesmerizing smile, her bright, joyful eyes, and the radiating glow of happiness she emitted around her. Her long, white dress floated elegantly over the fallen leaves. Her hair was done-up in a high bun, pinned curls framing her face. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life - she was the woman of my dreams.

Even after we got married, every day after was like living the same perfect dream over and over again. On Saturdays, we would wake up a little earlier and go to a small farmer’s market near our apartment building. Her favorite fruit was apples, and we would leave the market with a whole bag of ‘em, and in the autumn, we would bring home a pumpkin, too. She would make this absolutely killer apple crumble from the apples we had bought earlier in the day, and for dinner, we would make a pumpkin soup together in between little breaks of dancing and stealing light kisses. Saturdays were always my favorite - just being around her was enough to make my heart flutter with joy - but now, each passing day just reminds me of how I lost, and never even got to say goodbye to the love of my life. Even after HYDRA did everything in their power to make me forget - to make me into their weapon - I was always able to hang on to one memory: her.

The oven’s timer beeping brings me out of my trance. I get up from my stool, pushing it back under the counter of the kitchen island, and grab an oven mitt. When I pull down the oven door, a wall of heat hits my face, lightly burning my eyes and making it a bit hard to breathe. The smell of cinnamon and apples drifting from the oven is intoxicating as it swirls and mixes with the silent air hanging heavily on my shoulders. I set the hot pan on a hot-pad next to the stove, taking off the mitt to stir the simmering, pumpkin-orange soup. Outside, a light snow begins to fall, the delicate flakes landing on the window above the sink, quickly melting away and trailing down the glass pane. The first snowfall of the year…

Y/N loved the first snowfall. The last time I saw her during the first fall, we were out for a stroll, just popping our heads into small shops in the city, enjoying the clear, chilly night, when the flakes began to drop.

We were both tucked into our winter coats, her arm locked through mine, the bustle of the crowd swarming around us. Stopping at a corner to cross a street, a few delicate snowflakes begin to twirl out of the sky and drift to our feet. A smile blossoms on her face. It’s one of those ear-to-ear, goofy smiles that are contagious. I turn to her, watching as her eyes cast to the sky in awe. A few flakes settle on her hair, and one lands on her cheek. I bring my gloved hand to her face, using my thumb to brush it away. She leans into my touch, closing her eyes and humming. I lean down and press a light kiss to her soft lips, savoring the taste of her as I try to capture this moment in my mind. I slowly pull away and open my eyes, locking my gaze with hers. Y/N giggles and I gently rest my forehead against hers.

“I love you,” I whisper, my breath puffing into the air.

“I love you too, James,” she smiles as she stands on her toes, pressing her lips to mine again.

A quiet tear sliding down my face painfully drags me back to reality. I brace my hands against the smooth counter top and take in a shaky breath. Opening the drawer near my stomach, I grab a fork and cut into the crumble, the hot steam from the apples slowly drifting away like flames licking at logs in a fire. I bring the fork to my mouth, the hot crumble slightly burning my tongue.

I've made this recipe at least a hundred times, trying to find just the right amount of ingredients that would make the crumble taste like Y/N’s. But nothing ever worked. There was always something missing every, single, time. I just want some way to have her back in my life...to have some sort of...of a connection back to her even though she's long gone.

In a wild burst of frustration and anger, I forcefully throw the whole pan of the crumble into the sink, sending loud clanging noises and its contents flying everywhere. Apple chunks and crumbs scatter over the countertops as the pan ricochets out of the sink and clatters on the floor, and a dull burning sensation radiates from my fingertips.

It’s burden to breathe. More tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I lean back against the counter, the stone pushing into my lower back, and I cross my arms over my chest. A sob threatens to shake through my body, and my lip quivers as I try to suppress it, but it erupts in my throat any ways and a strangled choke escapes from my throat. My legs suddenly feel weak and I drop to the ground, pulling my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around my head. The air around me feels like it's suffocating me. Anxiety and burning hatred tingle through my veins, threatening to override my senses. Hot tears bleed into the sleeves of my shirt, but I don't care. Thoughts crash into my mind, shrouding out reality - the shitty, stupid reality that she'll never come back into my life.

Y/N’s P.O.V

You've been trying to adjust to life for the past year. After being a HYDRA captive for nearly seventy years, you managed to escape, create an alias, and settle down in an apartment using the money you had taken from the organization. Most of the time, they kept you frozen like the other soldiers they began to experiment with, only thawing you out whenever they needed a sort of last resort.

After James had left for the war, you relied a lot on Steve for support, until he, too, eventually left. A few months later, you were out at the market buying more apples to make a crumble for a family dinner when you were forcefully dragged into an alleyway, knocked out, and taken. You never even saw your attackers coming. When you woke up, you were in a cell, scared shitless, and aching pains raged in every joint, muscle, and bone of your body.

You endured a solid six months of training and mind manipulation as HYDRA molded your mind and body into their perfect rendition of a weapon of mass destruction.

But that was all behind you now.

Even though the manipulation mutilated your mind and controlled your memories, you were never able to let go of James. The fact that you never knew what happened to him eats away at you each and every day, but, somehow, you're able to drag yourself out of bed and carry on living.

You've never bothered to reach out to Steve - the very thought of it made your stomach churn in fear of the type of memories that talking to him face-to-face may bring up. Every time you see his picture on T.V., or in a magazine, or even on a billboard, old, faint memories of James and him would surface. The three of you were inseparable, and the pain of not having James in your life was hard enough, let alone being in the same room as Stevie and not hearing James cracking jokes or watching him playfully make fun of Steve. You'd give anything to be able to go back in time and stop them from leaving, just to see James one last time…

The train slowing to a stop slightly jerks your body forward, and your shoulder bumps into the person standing next to you. The doors slide open, and people rush out like a wave crashing on a shoreline. Saturdays guaranteed a packed commuted into downtown. You follow the flow of bodies and walk towards the stairs heading to the streets above.

Overcast clouds make the wind blowing between the buildings colder than it should be. Winter was pressing in, and any day now, snow would begin to fall. You've always loved the first snow ever since you were a kid. The snowflakes would lure you into a trance, captivating you for hours. The first snow also reminded you of James. His touch was as light as a fresh snowflake, yet powerful enough to reassure you he would never leave you, like the biting cold of the winter. But, like snow in the spring, that promise melted away as soon as he left to serve.

Something runs into your legs, shaking you from your thoughts. You look down, blinking, and see a bubbly toddler staring up at you with an open mouth. Their dad runs up and quickly apologizes, scooping the toddler into his arms.

“Oh, no worries,” you smile. The man walks back over to where another man with an empty stroller was standing and passes the child into his arms. He bounces the baby playfully and boops his nose. The sight ignites a flick of joy in your heart.

A buzzing of people swarms around the market's carts. Just down the way, you spot the cart with the best apples you've ever tasted, and you happily stride towards it. An old man with bright, white, wispy hair and a red apron sits on a stool behind the cart, reading a newspaper. He looks up at you above the paper and greets you with a large smile.

“Mornin’, love,” his thick accent is charming and playful. “How many can I getchya?” He reaches for a paper bag under the cart.

“G’mornin’, Ed,” you smile back. “Can you get me four today? I have a lot of baking to do.”

The old man picks out four, juicy, brilliantly red apples and puts them in the bag, rolling down the top to close it.

“Here ya are, darlin’,” he smiles as he hands you the bag over the cart. “See ya next Saturday?”

“Like always,” you chuckle as you hand him the money you owed. “Bye, Ed!” You wave as you start to turn around, but run into something hard. You drop the bag, an apple rolling out onto the ground. “O-oh man, I’m so sorry.” You quickly crouch down to pick up the bag and the loose apple when the stranger moves to grab the apple at the same time. Their gloved hand brushes passed yours, grabbing the fruit and handing it out to you. You look up, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.

It...it’s James.

He has longer hair tucked into a ball cap and wore a heavy jacket over a black shirt. A beard covers his jaw and fades into his neck, his grey-blue eyes frozen in disbelief.

You can’t find the breath to speak as you stare at him, truly believing that this man, this stranger, could possibly be -

“Y/N?” He mumbles. You both stand at the same time. It...it c-can’t be…

“J-James?” You blink away tears pricking at your tired eyes. His eyes widen and tears begin to well along the bottom of his own eyes. You step closer to him. “Is it...it-it can’t be, there’s no way,” you swallow as a single tear races down your cheek.

He brings a large, gloved hand to your cheek and wipes away the warm tear. You instinctively lean into his comforting touch, giving into the wild fantasy that this man standing before you truly is James.

“It’s really you,” he breathes. His lower lip quivers and he bites down on it. “Am I...are you real?”

“Y-yes James, I am,” you smile through more tears gently cascading down your face.

“What are you doing here?” He asks. “How are you here?”

“I’m sure I could be asking you the same exact thing,” you chuckle in disbelief. “I, uh...I come here every Saturday to buy a-apples for baking. Ed’s my favorite guy to get ‘em from. I use them in my -”

“Crumble,” he finishes my sentence. “You don’t know how long I’ve been trying to remake that recipe,” he chuckles through a few silent tears.

“Why don’t you come back to my apartment,” you ask. “I can show you how to make it, and I have all the things to make pumpkin soup, so we could -”

He cuts you off again by pulling you into his arms. You immediately wrap your arms around him as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he whispers, his voice muffled by your scarf. “I promise...I’ll never leave you like that again.” He painfully pulls back from your embrace. “I just still can’t believe it’s you.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” you laugh. He extends the apple in his hand to you, and you grab it, dropping it back into the bag. You turn back to the cart a few feet away, squeezing between two other people. “Hey Ed,” you breathe. “I’m gonna need a few more apples.”

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Barcelona[Rafael Casal x Reader]

Summary: Nostalgia hits when you receive a very important call from work.

Warnings: None, this is the fluffiest.

Word Count: 1,872

Author’s Notes: YO THIS TOOK ME SO LONG, my goodness i’m relieved to finally release something, feels like it’s been forever since I posted anything. I wanna thank my girls @ourforgottenboleros and @tempfixeliza for helping me with this, i honestly don’t know what i’d have done without you. I hope you guys like my first Rafa fic, please feel free to tell me what you think <3

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Very little things could be compared to the call you just hang up from. You hid both of your hands inside the arms of the Rafael’s sweatshirt that you were wearing, before burying your face in your hands not being able to hold an excited squeal.

It happened. The call you waited your whole career for finally happened.

You bit your lip, unsure of what to do next. The excitement quickly tickled your nerves, the anxiety always creeping in as it does. As you tried to shake the misgiving and the relentlessness out, you got up from the comfortable couch, heading to your boyfriend’s office.

It was now or never, you had to tell him.

Your eyes slowly opened, a small groan leaving your lips as you take in the effect of all the alcohol you drank the night before. You sit on the bed, putting your hair lazily in a bun before turning discreetly to Rafa, which was still sound asleep. You ran your fingers through his hair lazily, making him turn to the side, without waking up.

Silently leaving the bed, you grabbed the white v-neck from the floor, turning it to the right ride before putting it on, covering your curves. You didn’t mind them, they were a part of you and you loved them as much as Rafa did, but you also loved the huge windows in his joined kitchen-living room, the sun slowly making his way through the gap between the curtains. Feeling the warmth against your skin as you opened them, letting the sun caress your face like an old friend.

You knew your way around Rafa’s place, quickly starting the coffee maker as you grabbed the mug on the top counter, humming a tune that was stuck in your mind since the club. After a few minutes you poured the coffee into the mug, right before feeling familiar hands on your hips.

“Can I please wake up to this scene everyday?” You giggled when you heard Rafa’s raspy voice against your ear, leaning back against him as he placed a kiss on you cheek.

“If you didn’t travel so much, this would definitely be a more frequent view,” you simply replied.

“Or maybe you could travel with me,” Rafa suggested. You grabbed the mug with both hands before turning to him, now locked between Rafa and the kitchen counter. You could see the smile in his eyes, his hands going down to the back of your legs before he lifted you up and sat you on the counter, placing himself between your thighs. “What do you say? We can go anywhere. Everywhere. Where do you want to go?”

You took a sip of your coffee, still a bit too hot, while thinking about all the places you wanted to travel with Rafael.

“Barcelona.”

“And why is that?”

“My grandma used to have one of those collector edition versions of tourism books, five of them, one for each continent,” you started, while Raf listened with attention, his hands casually caressing your legs. “And Europe was my favorite one, I remember liking Spain because of the La Sagrada Familia,” he smiled, amused with your accent when speaking spanish. “It looked like the sandcastles I used to make at the beach when I was little, it was little me’s version of paradise.”

“I’d love to take you there, it’s beautiful,” he smiled.

“You’ve been there?” You almost squealed, making him chuckle.

“Yeah, remember when I went to Europe with Diggs and the dudes for the european leg of their Clipping tour? I think we had just started seeing each other?” You nodded. “Well, they had a bunch of stuff to do at the venue before the show and I was tired of hanging around with the whole city outside, so I went for a walk. I bought a map at a convenience store and found out I wasn’t too far from La Sagrada Familia, so I walked there and [Y/N], pictures don’t do it justice. People were taking pictures and there were musicians playing… Wait a second-”

He ran to his stash of cds and vinyls in the living room, searching for something. You left the mug on the counter before walking over to Rafa, watching him quickly go through his collection. “It has to be here somewhere...”

“What?” You asked, curious.

“This guy, he was probably around thirty something, played guitar like an angel. There was a crowd around him, over fifty people listening to him play,” he explained, finally pulling off a cd from his stash. “I had to buy one of his cds later.”

He placed the cd on the player and right after pressing play, he grabbed your hand. The acoustic guitar solo filled the room and you couldn’t help but smile, it was indeed beautiful.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Close your eyes,” he asked, and you did so. He took both of your hands in his, slowly pulling you closer as the solo went on. He twirled you around before placing your hands on his shoulders, moving his to your hips. As you both swayed side to side you leaned forward, your forehead resting on Rafa’s shoulder.

But the song sped up, and it was noticeable how you both started moving faster as well. Before you knew it, he was twirling you around on one moment and pushing you back into his arms on the next, both of you laughing and dancing.

When the song ended you were back in his arms, yours wrapped around his neck right before pulling him into a kiss: sweet, warm, familiar. As his lips moved against yours you couldn’t help but realize one thing: who needed Barcelona anyway? Paradise was right there.

“Raf?” You knocked on his office’s door before noticing he was fully immersed in his own world, tapping his fingers against the desk and bopping his head while listening to the music in his headphones. You felt your muscles relax for a moment, watching him while leaning against the doorframe, a smile appearing on your face when you noticed his reaction to a lyrics he wrote down a few moments before.

He looked up at you once you stopped next to his chair, his hands grabbing your waist to place you on his lap like he always did. “I didn’t see you come in.”

“You were somewhere far away from here, I didn’t want to stop you,” you smiled, pointing at his equipment. “How’s the project going?”

“Slow but steady, which is good enough. Jasmine recorded a few demos earlier this week and they sound promising.”

“Really?” You asked, he nodded with a smile. Rafa has been working on the projects for almost a year now: betweens other music and some projects with Daveed, he had little time to dedicate himself to it, and besides having him at bed only really late at night everything was going great. “You okay, babe?”

Which made the news you had to share really bittersweet.

“I have… News. I got a call.” You shifted on Rafa’s lap, your arm around his shoulders to face him. “I got the promotion.”

“What? That is amazing, babe!” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a bear hug. “Why don’t you look excited about it?”

“Because it’s not… Here. It’s not in LA.” Your fingers traced mindless patterns on Rafa’s sweatshirt while you tried to find the right words. “It’s for the position in the Spanish office… In Barcelona.”

You felt like you were inside a movie while Rafa dragged you to Times Square, his laugh, contagious as always, mixing up with the countless sounds coming from everywhere. “Jesus, Raf, wait!”

“We're almost there!” He looked back before almost bumping with someone, which made you cover your mouth to hold back a laugh. As you saw the lights more perfectly now, you understood his excitement: the sun had just set when he decided to take you to see the famous location for the first time, holding your hand in his while he made his way through the constant mass of people.

Just after he stopped, you were by his side, finally looking up. Your eyes met the blinding lights, but you were anything but annoyed with them: They were beautiful, magnetic, and the excitement in your body could only be compared to electricity.

“Do you like it?” Rafa asked, squeezing your hand. The magic was in front of the both of you, but your expressions were all he had eyes for.

“I- I love it.” Your eyes went from the musical posters to the ads all the way to the live transmissions, everything almost pulsed, like you were in the heart of the city that never sleeps.

“I knew you’d like it,” you felt his hand pulling you closer, and you turned to face him, his body almost towering over you. You were used to it, it wasn’t intimidating, it wasn’t scary, it was safe. It was home.

“I love you.” The three words stumbled out of your lips for the first time. You weren’t together for long, he invited you to go with him to New York during the weekend for a poetry slam he was classified for and you just couldn’t say no: it was a weekend with Rafael in a city you always dreamed of going. It just felt right, to say yes and to say those three words right there in that moment.

“Say it again.” His hands cupped your face, a smile in his face more powerful than all the lights around you.

“I love you.” You started giggling before he pulled you into a kiss, his kiss, the one that made everything and everyone around your obsolete. In this unknown place, or in the safety of your apartment all the way in the west coast, you were sure in that moment that ‘home’ was wherever Rafael was.

“Barcelona?” His eyes lit up in excitement, making you grin when you quickly nodded. “This is- This is incredible! [Y/N] you’ve been waiting for this promotion since before we met!”

“I know, It’s just...” You got up from Rafa’s embrace, feeling the need to move while putting your thoughts into place. “Everything I am is here. My family is here, my apartment… You.”

“Hey, we’ve talked about this before.” Rafa got up from the chair as well, standing right in front of you before taking your hands in his. “You can take over the world, [Y/N]. Keeping yourself locked in LA because of comfort is betraying your potential.”

“That’s what I get for dating a poet,” you joked, rolling your eyes before he wrapped his arms around you. Your head rested against his chest while Rafa slowly played with your hair, his lips against the top of your head. “Why do you have to be right all the time?”

“It’s my thing,” he smiled. “So… When is this happening?”

“Two months from now.” You looked up to face your boyfriend, the bags under his eyes not hiding his excitement of the beauty of his eyes. “Raf, I don’t think I can do it. Not without you.”

“Who said you’re doing this without me?”

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