#when I worked in France a girl was like your name is hard to say I'm just going to call you jamal

[cosmic-crybaby]

Break My Heart Again- Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 3

Summary: After being childhood friends, you and Thomas made a promise one day to get married, but when he returned from France, he came back a completely different man.

Warnings: Angst, mutual pining, betrayal, emotional manipulation, emotional whiplash.

It was 1919. Over a year since she left Thomas and the betting shop behind. [Name] was stuck in solitude for days, and each day her mother comforted her, easing her daughters cries until she slept. The first person to reach out to her since she had left, was Ada.

"Please talk to me [Name]," She had asked her friend, sitting across from her at the small dining table.

"There is nothing to say, Ada...I can't go back, not now," She picked at her nails anxiously, the deep burgundy lacquer slowly chipping away.

"Believe it or not, it hasn't gone completely to shit, but Aunt Pol is having a hard time finding reliable people to do your job-"

"That's not my job anymore," [Name] reminded her. "Listen I'm sorry...I really am,"

"Where will you go now?" Ada asked. The girl opposite to her thought for a moment, she could be a barmaid but the chances of running into the Peaky boys were high. Jobs for women were scarce now that the men are back. So she just opted to respond with a shrug.

"No idea, Ada..."

Over a year later and she managed to get a job at the local library. It was quiet, of course, but at the very least she was able to put some of her knowledge to good use. It paid well enough for her to live comfortably and it kept her hidden away from running into the Shelby Family. She was just glad she didn't have to resort to becoming a prostitute. Her mother would have a heart attack is that was the case. With the exception of Ada and Polly, who would often drop in to have tea with her and her mother or bring treats and gifts. Sometimes [Name] felt they only offered these gifts as peace offerings, of behalf of what Thomas had done. It was as if they still couldn't forgive him, and they would understand if she couldn't either.

Because in the last year, she had changed.

Physically and mentally. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, the stress of illegal betting and horseracing, the stress of Thomas Shelby had left her life, which in turn rewarded her to grow even more. In only a year, she begun to finally get noticed by the other young bachelors of Birmingham. Little did she know, she had them turning their heads all this time, she was busy with her eyes on someone else.

It was one afternoon when she met her current suitor. His name was Daniel and he was the sweetest man she had ever met. Considering she had only surrounded herself with the three Shelby men and the Peaky boys, that was a big change. While she was working at the front desk of the Library, he requested some aid in retrieving a couple of maps of the world. She didn't pay any mind to Daniel at first until the third and fourth week he had come in, still asking for her help.

"I remember you, I would assume you knew where the maps were by now," She quietly cut him off. This caught him off guard, making him flustered as he tried to search for his words. [Name] only smiled as she watched the dark auburn haired man blush more and more.

"I-I am sorry miss...I just," He cleared his throat. She arched her brow at him for a moment. He was at a loss for words as he admired her beauty. That day he had asked if she'd like to accompany him to some dinner in London, to get to know each other more.

It had been a very peaceful and cherishing month with Daniel, she found that he was a traveling business man and was looking to expand his company in America. But, like all good things it came to an end when Thomas Shelby came into the picture once again. While in London with Daniel, he took her to the shops to buy a new dress to meet his family one night. She had broken away from him as he spoke to the salesman about the dress he was about to purchase. Stepping outside to look at the lightly clouded sky, examining the different shops on the street.

"[Name]?" The voice sent shivers down her spine. She quickly turns at the mention of her name towards the deep voice.

"Thomas?" She asked, surprised to see him.

Seeing the man that broke her heart and betrayed her trust right in front of her eyes was like a whirlwind of emotions. She didn't know if she should stay, run, or beat him until he was blue and on his knees begging for her forgiveness.

But, she was better than that. She was with a man who actually loved her.

"It's nice to see you again," Thomas told her, stepping closer. She subtly takes a step back, clearing her throat as her eyes dart to the shop entrance, praying to God that Daniel will emerge soon so the two can leave the awkward interaction and never turn back.

"Yeah, sure, Thomas..." She nods slightly. Thomas Shelby didn't forget what happened between them over a year ago, but he was perplexed that she would still treat him like a stranger, even after all these years of being as close as they once were. Within that year of missing her by his side, he refrained from showing up at her home to see her, refraining from asking Ada and Polly to tell him what they had discussed when they visited her. Part of him hoped that her and her mother still took those evening walks in Uncle Charlies' yard after dinner. Thomas often found himself at Charlies' yard nearly every night, hoping he would run into her.

But that's exactly what she had avoided. [Name] did everything in her power to avoid every little place and thing Tommy knew about her. IT seemed to work, until this very moment.

"What brings you here?" She asked curiously. Hoping she didn't have to put her favorite dress shop in London on a list of places to avoid Thomas Shelby.

"Just...doing some business in London as it seems...until I saw you leaving the dress shop...thought I would come and say hello," He shrugged. [Name] looked down at her gloved hands, pondering her next words.

"I see...well, goodbye Thomas," She nods once, still avoided his eyes, afraid that once she sees his eyes again, it will start all over again. The warmth he gave her, the butterflies in her stomach, the cure to all of her hardships. She makes hasty steps past him, but his hand reaches out to grab her arm...it was gentle but firm as to not hurt her. He always knew how to be gentle with her.

"[Name], please..." He said quietly. She felt the tears brim her eyes as she slowly turned to him again. Slowly lifting her gaze to his eyes. Once he saw her tears, it was like everything around them had stopped. It was just them two together and no one else.

"What Thomas? What could you possibly want from me now?...After all this time, when I am finally happy you come into my life again, why?" She asked, sniffling as the small tears rolled down her high cheekbones and onto her chin. Her skin blushed, and her eyes were red with salty tears. He was at a loss for words at first.

He gently spoke her name again, reaching down to pick up her hand in his, testing the waters to see just how much she will accept from him. Her hand twitched and nearly jerked away as he slipped her glove off. Feeling the warmth of his skin made her comply. His hands were rough now, from the years of digging tunnels and fighting. She had no doubt that his hands and mind were both distressed.

"I...I'm sorry for how things ended between us...frankly I can't stop thinking about you," He told her regretfully. Her eyes were shining in the dim light of the London sun, the tears glistening as they roll. Each one looking like diamonds.

"You're sorry...After a year you're finally sorry," She almost laughed. Thomas only sighed.

"Yes of course! and...and I regret everything I said, I can't live my life without you, [name],"

"You should have thought about that before you asked me to marry you!" Her voice raised just a bit, before realizing that she was still in public, as to not bring attention to herself. For once, Tommy didn't know what to say next. His eyes darted across her face. Her cheeks were red, her brows were furrowed in frustration, and her lips... Oh those lips he had always wanted to kiss deeper each night upon his return, they were downcast in a frown. He released a sigh when he realized her eyes had not left his this entire time. He knew she still loved him deep down. She just couldn't bear it. His thumb ran over the top of her hand gently.

"I hurt you, I know that now and...There is nothing else I can say other than I am immensely sorry, give me another chance [name], I can prove it to you that I am a new man, as friends or more I need you in my life,"

His words made her lips tremble as she closed her eyes to think and steady her breath. She opened her eyes first before she opened her mouth to speak.

"[Name]?" A voice called, and suddenly the bubble bursts. It was like the busy street surrounding them suddenly became clear again. It wasn't just the two of them in the world anymore. She turned her head from Thomas to Daniel. The man she adored more than anything, as he searched for her. Thomas also managed to sneak a glance at the stranger, and his cold heart sunk a little deeper into the pit, leaving a sour taste in his mouth and a clenched jaw. She looked back at Thomas.

"Think about it," He whispered before walking off.

[Name] stood in her place in stillness as she tried to process what just happened to her. Daniel approached her, smiling widely as he informed her that he purchased the dress and reassuring her that it will look lovely on her for the dinner party with his family. She gave him a small smile before it quickly faded when he looked away from her.

The days leading up to the dinner party, she had thought of Thomas. It was like he himself had infected her mind as she had no more room to think clearly of anything else besides him and the words he spoke to her. But could she really trust him again?

Should she trust him again?

Every day and every night she had spent with Daniel, she tried her best to reciprocate the love he had for her, but somehow something was wrong. She didn't love him the way she loved Thomas. The night of the dinner party, she waited for Daniel to pick her up. Wearing the dress he had bought her, the jewelry she borrowed from her mother, and the hair and makeup she spent hours perfecting just to impress his family.

"What's wring, dear? Your hands are shaking," Her mother pointed out as she helped her daughter prepare.

"I...I don't think I can do this," She swallowed thickly. But before her mother could even ask, there was a ring at the door. [Name's] stomach was in knots and her blood ran cold. Her mothers words of encouragement were drowned out by her own raging heartbeat. When she opened the door, her mouth was agape. Expecting to see Daniel, instead Thomas stood at the front door.

Out of breath and panting. No words were exchanged as they stared at each other. She nearly leaps into his arms as she engulfs him in a tight embrace. It felt right, being in his arms again. Like they were kids again.

The following days, she kept her distance from Daniel, much to her mothers dismay. She had written him a letter.

To my Darling Daniel, I am sorry things had to happen this way. You had shown me the love no man has ever shown me before. But I am afraid I do not deserve it. Our time together was more than I could ask for, but I simply cannot keep loving you the way you want me to. I will forever cherish our memories together in my heart, as you were the only man to treat me a way a woman should be treated. I hope you find love again, and the next woman you find love in will be a very lucky to have you. I will always have you in my heart. [Name].

With the letter, she returned the dress he had bought her, she thought it would be ill-mannered to keep it. She hadn't heard from him after that. Not even a letter back, but she knew why. She would never hold that against him.

The following week, [Name] had began showing her face around the betting shop again. Here and there popping in to talk to Ada and Polly, slipping away into Tommy's office to speak with him when he wasn't busy. It was a but of a shock to the Shelby women when they saw her. They thought she was crazy for showing up again, but she had reassured them that everything was fine.

For months on end, [Name] and Thomas would spend their time together. Hand in hand as they drunkenly walked along the streets after visiting a pub on the weekends. Dancing to records in her home, holding each other close as they slow danced in the fire-place lit room. One night they went to the old hill, the same hill they used to go to when they were kids. Laying beside each other, drinking a bottle of cheap wine as they star-gazed. It was the only place where the sky wasn't absolutely covered by the smoke and smog of the city.

"I forgot how beautiful the sky was at night," She spoke softly as she sat up, eyes scanning the sky.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" He asked, leaning his shoulder against hers. She takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly with a nod, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Thomas?" She asked. He hums.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you too, [Name]," He spoke truthfully. That night, they shared a kiss.

A week later, she approached him in his office.

"Pol said you were going to the derby..."

"We are...It's an important matter of business, [Name],"

The girl sighs. "I know that...I also told you I would go with you if you needed me to,"

"No..."

"Uh- no?" She asked, perplexed.

"Absolutely not, Kimber is a dangerous man, you're not coming with us," He argued. She aggressively rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in the air before putting them on her hips.

"I was hoping to come talk to you without being interrupted-" She mumbled.

"And I was hoping you would know better than to ask to join on this mission-"

"Then who are you taking?" She interrupted him, crossing her arms. Thomas sighs, shaking his head in disbelief at her childish attitude.

"The barmaid,"

"The barmaid? Why the fuck would you take the barmaid?" She asked. He widened his eyes at her for a moment. She bit the inside of her cheek as she waited for his response.

"It's all a part of the plan, please trust me," He stood as he slowly walked to her, placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her mind. She pursed her lips, a solemn look on her face.

"I don't care who goes with you to the derby, I just can't sit here and hope you'll come out alive one of these days...I-" She pauses. "I adore you too much, Thomas,"

He pulls her into a tight hug, his hand caressing her hair as he kissed her forehead. "Everything will be okay," He reminded her. Lifting her chin to slowly look at him. Her eyes, as alluring as they were. His lips attack hers in a rough kiss. Pushing [Name] against the wall as her fingers pull at the fabric of his white shirt, his body pressing against hers. She could practically feel his heart beating against her chest. His hands slipping down her body, her waist to her hips to the roundness of her ass. His strong hands gripping every curve of her as he started pulling at her dress with his hands. Pulling away to catch their breath, but before she would dive in for another kiss Finn had burst through the door, inquiring that their Aunt Polly needed to speak to Thomas at once.

Begrudgingly letting him handle his business, she was left alone in his office, blushing and fanning herself with her hands as the heat began to rise, biting her lip in bafflement.

She wanted to see him again and ask about the kisses they had started. What they meant, what would have happened if they weren't interrupted. But Thomas too involved with conspiring against Billy Kimber. Fucking Billy Kimber. Hearing his name made her clench her jaw. He had been the talk of every family meeting since he found his way into Birmingham just weeks ago. But Thomas was just too busy. Too busy to talk to her. Eventually, too busy to even see her as frequently.

She recognized the pattern. It was what happened to her before he left for France. If only she could just read his mind, find out exactly what was going on in that head of his. From seeing him and his eyes, his smile every day, to seeing him at least once a week. This time he would still act the same with her. Kind, gentle, caring, but somehow she knew it was different. He wouldn't touch her, or kiss her like he used to. [Name] thought that maybe, just maybe, if she told him how she felt everything will go back to normal. Perfect even.

She just had to wait for the right moment.

When Thomas had come to her home for an evening tea with her and her mother, she decided that she would tell him then. The tea was nice, the conversations went well. [Name] was eager to finish, to get it all over with, waiting for their moment alone. Later that night, after her mother excused herself to bed, the two sat on the couch, sharing a whiskey as they talked. She sat her glass down when he called her name to get her attention.

"I need to tell you something,"

Her ears and cheeks grew warm as she looked at him, eyes brighter than ever.

"I actually need to tell you something too...but please go first," She smiled. Thomas turned his body slightly towards her, seemingly less enthusiastic as her. Thomas clears his throat before he spoke.

"I want to start off by apologizing for not seeing you as much these past few months, but I promise everything is going to work out for the better in the end, not just for my family, but for yours as well..." He paused, holding one of her hands in his.

"Thomas," She glances at their interlocked hands before looking up at him again. His blue eyes didn't look as bright in the dim lighting of the room.

"You have been with my family since the beginning, and you helped us out when we needed you the most, when everything takes off, I want you by my side through it all, promise me that you will do that for me [Name]," He requested. The young woman stares into his eyes once more and nods silently.

"I can't imagine leaving your side...ever," She stated quietly. Thomas looked down again, smiling slightly. As far as she knew he rarely smiled now...the only time she saw him smile was when he was with her.

"There was another thing I wanted to talk about," He started. She nods, urging him to continue. "There's a woman,"

His voice dropped low, the way he said 'woman' rumbled as her cheeks flushed. At the drop of a pin, her lively face slowly dropped at his words.

"A woman?"

She sank into the sofa as he spoke, but his words fell upon deaf ears. Her mind went numb, buzzing as she blankly stared off into the shadows of the room. He loved her, convinced her to leave Daniel, kissed her, treated her like she was the only woman for him...almost married her. All those years together, meant nothing to him. Once again. She should have known better than to get attached to a man like him.

A man only out for his own good.

"[Name]...You're crying," He pointed out, stopping mid-explanation to wipe the tear. She wanted to tell him. Tell him she loved him, that she wanted nothing more than to be with him for the rest of their lives. She looks at him and smiles.

[Name] shook her head and sniffled, chuckling and looking away to wipe the tear.

"I'm just...really happy for you Thomas...She seems like a nice woman," She didn't hear a word he said about her. The mystery woman that had stolen his heart.

'If only you knew what I felt'

After Thomas had left that night, she went to her room, sobbing in her bed. The heaviness in her chest weighted her down as she was held into place by rocks. The agony she felt, not only for herself but for hurting the only man that loved her. All for nothing. It was too late to go back now.

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Heyyy I’m the one who req the Instagram ff and I loved it so muchhhhhh and I want to ask for another but where it’s like a mix of an actual ff but also an Instagram ff? So here’s my prompt: Mick and Reader are both going through tough times regarding their dads because Michael isn’t doing well and readers dad passed away when she was in her mid teens. She and him are best friends because of her dads connection to his dad and they grew up in close proximity. She comes to all his races (can u do it so that mick is racing for Mercedes instead of George??????) and she is his biggest supporter. After a lot of time, Mick confesses to reader because he’s liked her for a long time and reader agrees to date and they make like a soft reveal on Instagram! Thank youuuu Elllll

𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑰𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔

➪Interesting plot, I like it!

➪Again, I'm pretty new to instagram fics, so I hope I succeeded in bringing your vision to life.

➪Wasn’t completely sure what you meant by “mix”, but I hope this is what you meant!

Things to note:

❥I took some inspo from “Daddy Issues“ by TNBHD

❥You’re a famous ballerina, daughter of a famous lawyer and business man, Erik Klum (name is made up btw.)

❥You and Mick are 2 years apart

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, a lot of angst, a lot of daddy issues

Word Count: 4.1k+

“𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒐.”

Euripides once said, “To a father growing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter.” The saying might've been true, but you never got to experience it for yourself. You never saw him grow old. Your dear father never got to see his sweet little girl grow old either. You missed him every single day.

Backstory

Your father, Erik Klum, was a famous lawyer, who handled Michael Schumacher’s monetary belongings. That's how you got to meet Mick Schumacher. The famous Formula One driver's son. The two of you practically grew up together. His mother, Corinna, was like a mother to you. Your own died when she gave birth to you. Mick and Gina were like your siblings. They were near your age, so the three of you had no problem getting along.

Your father did his best to provide for you. He funded your dream. Ballet. Your mother was a ballerina who travelled the world to perform. That was how she met your father. He also funded any extracurriculars you had time for along with whatever pampering he believed you needed. He wasn't a mother, so he never really had a clue about what a daughter would want, but he always tried his best. Corinna was there to help him out at times, which you also appreciated more than anything.

When you were coming into your pre-teens, you were sent to a ballet boarding school. Your father had set aside enough cash to get you there, as it was a part of your dream to be just like your mother.

At the airport, everyone came to say goodbye to you. You were moving all the way to France to pursue your ballet. Mick and Gina both cried, but Michael assured them it’d be alright. Your father only cried tears of joy. The way he saw your mother in you made his heart give out. You didn’t think the last thing you’d ever hear him say was,

“You look just like her. I’m so proud of you, my little girl.”

You spent the first couple of years training hard and working your way up the ranks at the academy. The process was halted, however, when you’d gotten a phone call from your father followed by a message.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. Michael was in a coma. Your father explained it’d happened due to a ski accident. He’d booked you a ticket home so that you could go visit. After all, Michael was like a second father to you.

When you got there, you saw the immense grief etched on everyone’s faces. It happened so suddenly. Nobody had seen it coming. Your heart ached, but you knew it was nothing compared to what Mick and Gina were feeling. The three of you hugged and cried for the most part of that day. You stayed for two more days, grieving with everyone before you inevitably had to go back to France.

You managed to keep your composure whilst at the academy. With the updates you’d get from Mick and Gina, you were reassured. Some time passed, and you’d heard that Michael was out of his coma. It sent a huge wave of relief and helped ease your mind when you were alone. You’d been prone to panic and anxiety attacks.

A couple of more years flew by, and you suddenly got a phone call from Mick. He never really called without texting you first, because he knew you had a strict schedule. Luckily, you had your phone when he called.

“Hello?” You heard from the other end of the line.

“Hey, Mickie, what’s with the sudden call?” You asked.

“You have to get home right now. I’ll explain when you get here. We bought you a ticket, your flight leaves early tomorrow.” You felt anxious. Fear started eating away at your feet, making its way up your legs to your stomach and to your throat.

“Okay,” you croaked. The line disconnected and you immediately ran off to administration to tell them you had a family emergency and had to go home for a while. They gave you two weeks, which in retrospect, wouldn’t be enough for what was to come.

When you came to the airport, you realized your father wasn’t in sight. It was just Corinna, Mick, and Gina. Your heart sank. Had something happened to your father? Your head started pounding.

“Hi darling,” said Corinna and tried to keep her composure.

“My dad… where is he?” You asked with a shaky voice, scared of what her response would be. Much to your dread, your suspicions were confirmed,

“I’m sorry, my sweet girl. I’m so sorry.” She didn’t even have the heart to tell you the words. He was gone. You broke down. Mick and Gina looked absolutely devastated for you. Your only driving force was gone. You were all alone. You couldn’t think straight. All you did on the car ride home was cry out to your father. You couldn’t believe that he was gone. It didn’t seem real to you.

When Corinna pulled into the lot of their place, soon to be yours as well, you got out with the help of Mick. Your head was too cloudy to walk by yourself. You could barely form a coherent sentence.

The funeral was the worst part. You watched as they sank your father’s mahogany coffin into the ground.

“Papa! No! Please don’t leave me, papa!” You screamed as you fell to your knees. You couldn’t take it. You never got to say goodbye to him. You never had the chance to say a few final words to him. He’d been taken from you without warning.

Mick and Gina helped you through the first two weeks, as you had to go back. Since you weren’t an adult yet, your aunt had gained custody of you, and you had to move from Switzerland to Germany. Moving away from all you’d ever known was tough on top of the death of your beloved father.

Years passed by at the academy, and you were a full-fledged Ballerina. You performed in various theatres and at famous events. You’d become somewhat of a household name in ballet. Many called you a prodigy, which you were. Your upbringing was based around ballet.

Present

You'd still kept in contact with the two Schumacher siblings during all the years you spent in France and Germany. You visited them sometimes for minor holidays, which always lifted your spirits.

Mick had started a career in racing, just like his father. He told you that he'd earned a seat at Mercedes. You had come to his races before. Several times, in fact, when he was with Haas. You were beyond ecstatic when you heard he'd earned a place in a dominant car for the new season. Next to Lewis Hamilton, no less.

You wore one of Mick’s shirts when he came out of the shower. His hair was dripping onto his chest, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hey, you should wear one of my new Mercedes shirts to the race today,” suggested Mick. For a while, you’d had growing feelings for Mick, and coming to all his races only made him admire you that much more. He’d come to your performances as well, and it always made you happy to see him amongst the huge audience you normally had.

“Hmm, maybe. Won’t people be suspicious though? I mean, I’d look like your…” you trailed off, hoping he’d finish off.

“No, don’t worry about it! Everyone already knows you’re like a sister to me,” He chuckled and threw you one of his shirts. It had 47 on the back of it. Your heart stung briefly when he said that you were like a sister to him.

The Australian Grand Prix was a strike of luck for you, as your performance was in the same city. You were performing in Her Majesty’s Theatre later that day. You’d practiced ever since you heard about the gig.

“You should wear one of my leotards for my performance tonight. It’s only fair!” You joked, watching as he laughed along with you. Domestic moments like this were what had made you fall in love in the first place. You travelled with him constantly. It was hard to not catch any feelings. You could only wish for him to one day feel the same.

“You’re coming to my dad’s 50th birthday luncheon next week, right? Gina said she’d come. Corinna too,” you asked. There was no race the following weekend, so he agreed to come with no hesitation. You always baked a cake on your father’s birthdays to celebrate for yourself. Sometimes Mick was there to join you. This time was different. It wasn’t just baking a cake and singing a gentle birthday song for your father. You wanted to go all in. He deserved it.

“Klum… I don’t want you to overwork yourself with the luncheon, okay? Let me help you.” Mick was always really considerate of you, which was enough to make your heart melt into a bowl of soup. You wanted nothing more than to spend every single birthday of your dad’s with him.

“Mickie… you know how much it means to me. 50 is a special number. That’s you know… halfway.” You mumbled the last part, but it was loud enough for Mick to hear it.

“I know, I know. If you really think you can do it on your own, of course, I’ll let you. I’m just saying, if you need help; I’m here for you.” You nodded and smiled at him. He gave you a warm smile back. It felt like it hugged you.

“We should probably hurry up, though. We have to be there in time.” Mick quickly found some boxers and other articles of clothes to wear for the day. The two of you were used to seeing each other without any clothes on. It felt natural. Yet, your cheeks were still dusted pink. Whilst he got into his clothes, you found a skirt to go with his shirt. It was barely visible due to the oversized shirt, but you wore it anyway. With the outfit, you wore a pair of white satin high heels you’d been gifted by Jimmy Choo. Because you were wearing his shirt, Mick had coordinated his outfit to match yours. You knew the media would try to gossip about it, but in all honesty— you wanted them to.

When the two of you arrived at the paddock, cameras were already everywhere and ready to snap photos of you and Mick in matching outfits. The paparazzi were ruthless. Anything to get the latest inside scoop. Even though you were used to the attention, you hated having your private life revealed. It was the main reason you never told a soul where you lived. Only the Schumachers, your aunt, and some of the drivers knew. You had a long-time friend from the academy who also knew because she often came over to your place to take care of it whilst you were gone.

Luckily, behind you was Lewis. He got all of the attention with his fashion statement. You adored his sense of fashion, and so did the media.

“Viel Glück, Mickie,” you said when Mick got into the car. You gave him a hug and stepped aside for the engineers and strategists. You were incredibly proud of Mick for landing a place with the silver arrows.

It was lights out and you saw all the cars race almost as if they were synchronized. It reminded you of some of the dances you’d done in the past. Before you mostly did solos, anyway.

You watched as Mick went from P13 and worked his way up to P1. You couldn’t even believe your eyes. It was incredible. With only a few laps left, he was able to fend off the driver behind him and go on to finish on pole. Everyone went to the celebration and when Mick came over to hug all his coworkers, he saw you in the midst and pulled you in for a big hug.

“This is for Erik and my dad. I did it!” Out of excitement, he kissed your forehead harshly and went on to hug the rest of the crew. Though the kiss didn’t have any meaning other than that of Mick’s elated state, it meant the world to you.

The interviewer was none other than Nico Rosberg. He came up to Mick and asked a couple of questions about the competition and whatnot, before moving on to ask about you. Mick was a bit surprised, but he answered with what media training he’d been through.

“I think Klum and I both have a lot in common and we grew up together, so I see her as a little sister. She’s very supportive of me.” It was a perfect response in his mind.

“This is your first win, you must be very excited!” Said Rosberg.

“Naturally. I’m dedicating it to Erik Klum and my father. They are both such important people to me and have shaped me into becoming the man I am today. Well, the man who just won this race.” It was sentimental and all the tabloids would be sure to latch onto that.

A week later, you were out shopping for ingredients with Mick. You'd spent the night before decorating your house. Apparently, you hadn't been discreet enough.

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sportsgossipc Ballerina Y/n Klum spotted grocery shopping with Formula One driver Mick for Erik Klum’s death anniversary. Are they cosying up together with a celebration?

user1 Is it just me or is this sort of disrespectful to “gossip about”

user2I was about to say the same thing…

user3 This is wrong… Erik died in January. It's for his birthday probably

user4 Leave them alone lol they already got so much shit to handle

user5 First of all: it’s Erik’s birthday. Second of all: If it were his death anniversary, why would you make it into a gossip story??? Third of all: “cosying up together with a celebration”? What is that supposed to mean?

When you came home and went to post a happy birthday post for your dad, you saw a dm from your friend. It showed you and Mick shopping. The photo itself wasn't upsetting in particular. No, the caption is what got you. Mick walked up behind you to see what you were doing. When his eyes locked with the screen, he was shocked.

“They have no right,” said Mick and hugged your waist. You tried to not let it bother you too much and instead posted a story about it, followed by a birthday post for your father.

y/nklum posted a new story, mickschumacher posted a new story

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y/nklum You would be 50 today. I miss you every day. I know it’s been a while, but I will always mark my calendar on this day. Thank you for everything you’ve sacrificed and done for me, happy birthday papa❤️

mickschumacher Happy birthday, Erik❤️

ginaschumacher ❤️❤️❤️

You put your phone aside and started cooking. Gina and Corinna were going to arrive precisely at noon, so you had a good 3 hours to finish everything. You ended up letting Mick help you, as you realized there were way too many things to do.

As time passed, you got the food ready and the guests arrived. Everyone sat down by the table you had in your dining room. Next to you, you’d placed a nice portrait of your father. Before eating, a birthday song was sung in his honour.

“This is amazing, kids. You know what you’re doing!” Corinna complimented your cooking. Your usual meal was hotel food or restaurant food, but if there was one thing you could do well; it was cook. Your father had taught you from a young age, and the academy also required you to start cooking your own meals as you grew older.

“Thank you so much, Corinna, I’m glad you like it.” You smiled. Corinna was more of a mother to you than your aunt. You barely ever saw her even though you had to move all of your stuff over to her place. You spent most holidays with the Schumachers when you weren’t in France. After France, you got a house close to your second family.

“That reminds me! I found your father’s old wedding band in our storage. I figured you’d want it.” Corinna gave you a small box which contained the ring. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. It was a beautiful gold ring with a tiny diamond in it. You hugged it and thanked her for it.

After everyone went home, you were left with Mick. He offered to clean everything so that you could take a breather outside on your patio.

After he’d finished cleaning, he met you outside. You sat on a wooden porch swing. Before taking a seat next to you, he admired how the sunset hit your face perfectly. You were beautiful. Your legs were crossed over each other and the way your face lit up when you saw him… he could barely contain his feelings for you.

“He was a great man.” Mick finally took that seat next to you.

“I miss him.”

“It’s only natural. I miss him too,” he replied calmly.

“I want him to know how I’m doing,” you whispered, trying not to cry any more than you’d already done.

“He knows. Trust me, he does.”

“Do you think he’s disappointed? Because I can’t sleep alone? Because I can’t sleep without having nightmares of him?” You leaned into Mick’s chest, hearing his heartbeat.

“Not at all. I think he’s proud of the incredible woman you’ve grown up to be.” He rubbed your back and pulled you closer to him.

“Will you stay with me forever?” You asked.

“Of course, Schatz.” Your heart started beating fast. It was the first time he’d ever called you a pet name. Usually, he resorted to your name, a nickname, or your last name. You acted as if you hadn’t heard it so that it wouldn’t create any embarrassing tension between you.

“I’m sorry. I’m being clingy and needy, aren’t I?” You sighed and looked up at the setting sun.

“Never, Liebling. I know that you’ve got daddy issues because I do too.” Hearing him say the actual term out loud made you want to bury your face in his chest and cry until you no longer had any tears left.

“My dad is still… well, you know.”

“Yeah… it must be horrible. I don’t know how it feels, but I’m always here for you.” You snuggled into him.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I had lost him that day. You’re really strong. You should know that. I will always be by your side,” Mick spoke softly.

“If you were mine, I would run away and hide from all of this fame and attention with you. We could enjoy our lives to the fullest extent.” You felt like your heart had stopped. You pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes,

“If I was yours?”

“I tried to keep it to myself… I know you probably don’t feel the same way. I’m an older brother to you, right?” He said with a hint of regret in his voice. You immediately cupped his face with both of your hands,

“You have no idea how happy I am right now.”

“You feel the same way?”

“Of course, I do! I’ve been in love with you for a while now.” You smiled.

“I’ve loved you since you first took off to the academy. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.” He pulled you over his lap and hugged you tightly as if you were a fragile little thing.

“I love you, Schatz.”

“I love you too, Mickie.”

A few months had passed before the two of you agreed to go public with your relationship. The timing was perfect because you attended the last race of the season. The two of you still had your reservations about going public, so you played a little game with your fans to see if they could figure it out from subtle pictures. Of course, many of the drivers knew a few weeks after it’d happened, but you’d asked them not to tell.

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y/nklum Came to the show with flowers and carried my heels home for me after❤️

lewishamilton Show was great, keep it up!

landonorris I fell asleep but the parts I saw were amazing👍

y/nklum Why am I not surprised😒

charlesleclerc I know, I'm such a gentleman

y/nklum Hmmm🤔

user1 NOOOOO WE LOST HER😭😭😭 MOTHER NOOOO🙏🙏🙏

user2 crying rn

user3 my parasocial relationship is quaking💔

user4 It's Charles😭👍

user5 How do you know?

user4 Didn't you see the comment he made? It's definitely him💀

user5 Oh💀😭

user6 what in the soft launch-

user7 LMAO I CAN’T WITH CHARLES BEING SO OBVIOUS

user8 What abt Mick😭💔

user9 He said several times he sees her as a sister💀

user8 Could be lying🤷

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mickschumacher Watched another amazing performance❤️ Had to leave early to prepare for a date though…

charlesleclerc Cool, wish I was that flexible😅

y/nklum Thanks💖

user1 Mick???? Soft launching???? Under a y/n post???? This makes no sense

user2 Wait is he referring to y/n or someone else wtf

user3 I thought y/n was dating Charles💀

user4 Bro everyone thought that

user3 Isn’t she though?

user4 Personally I think she is but idk

user5 Why is Mick soft launching at the same time as y/n😭

user6 Lmao he went to a friend’s performance and ditched it for a date💀

user7 rip y/n

user8 Charles is there for her though🥹❤️

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y/nklum Thank you to the random stranger who offered to take a picture of me and him together❤️

landonorris That random stranger was me🙄

y/nklum No, you were the third wheel

user1 Nah that definitely doesn’t look like Charles

user2 Nvm that ain’t Charles unless he dyed his hair💀

user3 isn’t that Mick😭

user4 It looks a lot like Mick. I think it is him…

user5 But didn’t Mick say that he left her performance to go on a date?

user4 No, he said he left early to go PREPARE for a date. It could’ve been a date with her.

user6 I love the subtle Lando slander for no reason😭🙏

user7 If Mick posts something like this, we’ll know what’s going on and who’s dating who💀

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y/nvettel Spending our 6-month anniversary skiing ⛷️ Happy 6 months, Mickie❤️❤️❤️

mickschumacher Happy 6 months, Liebling, I love you❤️

y/nklum I love you more❤️

landonorris Should’ve invited me when I actually wanted to third wheel smh

y/nklum Go skiing with Carlos

charlesleclerc Finally I don’t have to keep quiet about it anymore

y/nklum You came close to revealing it one too many times

lewishamilton Enjoy your vacation guys, congrats🙌

user1 I KNEW IT. FROM THE FIRST SOFT LAUNCH POST I KNEW IT.

user2 Jeez okay we get it💀

user3 I really thought it was Charles lmao

user4 I always thought they looked good together🙏

user5 childhood friends and now dating? This is the sweetest🥹❤️

user6 I can’t wait for the wedding pics

user7 They better get married

user8 Lando in the comments again😭😭😭

You thought back to when it all started, as you sat in the ski resort’s outdoor hot tub. It was just you and Mick in a hotel room, both hoping the other felt the same way.

You knew that your father would be proud. You’d fallen in love with a respectable man. A man that he got to meet and know before he passed. A man that you could call home because you could be in any hotel and still feel at home as long as you were with him. With Mick.

You also knew that if you ever were to have children, you and Mick would be sure to tell them all about their grandfathers. How one was a former world champion, and how the other was an unbeatable lawyer. They were both heroes. You’d convinced yourself. You could convince a couple of toddlers.

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

©vettelsdarling

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

#fanfiction #fanfic #mercedes amg f1 #f1 #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #mick schumacher #mick schumacher instagram au #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x y/n #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #daddy issues #mercedes #mercedes amg petronas #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #lando norris #michael schumacher #reader insert #x reader #haas f1 team #toto wolff

[darkbluekies]

Idk if you posted this but I was wondering where do each of your yanderes lives. I got this idea from one of your Silas fics when he mentions to reader that it took him 10 years to build his empire in the country. But I was like where and which country? It might be because you left vague to be left to the imagination but can you give a general location if you’re okay with it?

Also, I hella love your writing and your ocs. Very fun reads and always wanting more! Thank you for your hard work!

~🪷anon

Thank you so much for enjoying them<3 I have these set countries in my head that they're from and live in, but I don't think I have ever told that, i've wanted to keep it vague. Only Jerry has been mentioned.

Silas: I would say that he's Greek (that's what "speaks" to me most, I was thinking French and Italian for a while, but none felt right for him) but currently lives in the USA.

Dr Kry: Scandinavian, it's been hinted at with the meatballs in the witty and uncanny oneshot and his scandinavian house in deja vu (and last name) He's most likely Swedish, living in either Sweden or Norway.

King Edmund: I don't know why, but I see him as German. I have no idea why, but if he had an nationality/etnicity besides his imaginary kingdom, it'd most likely be German.

Jerry: Korean. I haven't hidden or made that discreet at all haha. I don't know where she lives currently, but I can see her live in either Korea, Japan or the USA.

Hedwig: British. She just feel like a posh english girl. I can hear her accent in my head omg (i love english accents a lot) <333 she's still living in England, but I could see her move to France, Italy, Spain or the US when she becomes an adult.

#🪷anon #yandere ocs #ocs #my ocs

[c0ffinshit]

Hello, You. (Dexter Morgan x Stalker!Reader) PROLOGUE

a/n: hello, you. (get it? hehe). ANYWAYS sorry i've been gone for a while. i've literally been depressed for like months but I'M OKAY NOW. i promise. so, in honor of my mental health being good now, i wrote this story about a reader who REALLY needs to see a doctor. word count: 1,466 warnings: dead dove: do not eat, mentions of attempted rape (and rape in general), assault, borderline psychopath reader, stalking, like one mention of abortion, joe goldberg core

Hello, you. Dexter Morgan, you sick and beautiful freak of nature. I know what you’ve done. I’ll stay quiet for now since I’m such a good girlfriend. Well, about the girlfriend part. You don’t know yet. But you will soon, my love.

I would tell you how long I’ve been following you, but I fear it would make you more likely to run the other way. But the thing about that is I don’t want you gone yet. You don’t know yet that you desire me to. The same way I enjoy and crave you.

Ever since Rita died, your life has been fading colors, Dexter. You lack a desire, a need to kill, and feel that release. And I understand that better than anyone. Sure, the context may differ for us, but it always leads down the same path. You don’t have that drive, but I do. And more importantly, I want to give you that purpose you feel you lack. I’ve done everything to get your eyes to meet mine, but everything never works. It’s like I’m some piece of glass you can ignore. You want to look past me, Dexter, but I find that incredibly flustering when I’m standing there. I’ve quit jobs at places frequently and wore heavy makeup and ugly clothes, all for you. You can’t ignore me forever, Dexter.

Now I sit in a nearly empty store, just for you. It’s like I said, you can’t ignore me for long.

The store is bland and uninteresting, a place I would never expect you to be. Of course, this is where you’ll see me finally. You wouldn’t be able to unsee me. I’ve dyed my hair and changed my appearance. It’ll be hard to recognize me of the changes I’ve made. I know you’ll think: I’ve seen this girl before, but I can’t place where. But the truth is that you’ve noticed me in everything your eyes have touched. At supermarkets and malls, where I just watch you and your children enjoy a day out together. Then, your wife was murdered brutally by the Trinity Killer. Now, did I have connections to the Trinity Killer to cause her death? No, unfortunately. The death of your wife was still all him. But I quickly struck when I knew it was my time to shine. The children, not including Harrison, were finally gone. Now that I can manage. You, Harrison, and I could finally be the perfect family together.

But you had to make things complicated. First, it was Lila West. Now, I don’t like cheaters, Dexter. But here’s the thing about that. It's hard to compare all of your actions and say that cheating on your wife is the worst of them.

She was a serial arsonist. Lila didn’t understand anything about you, but she was good at taking care of your so-called addiction to heroin. You told her what she wanted to comprehend. Lila tried to save you when you were unsavable in her eyes. She wanted to save the unsavable.

Next thing you know, she’s off to France after almost killing you and Rita’s children in a house fire. She ran from you when you didn’t choose her over your wife. Pathetic, honestly. As much as I can say that I would do the same, I would be wrong. Dexter, I’ve known you for years now. We were coming up on our fourth year together. My fourth year in your life without you knowing of my existence.

Then that girl came into your life. What’s her name?

Oh, right, Lumen—the poor girl from Minnesota who sweetly begged for your help in the killing of her rapists. As much as she got in my way, I will admit, I did like her for you.

If I failed to exist, you would've destined to be with her. How funny fate works, though, since she left your sight in the blink of an eye. Was that my doing? For the most part, it was all her. Lucky me that I didn’t have to do anything before she told you that her dark passenger had left her and how she finally managed to heal from the torment. It's funny how someone so tortured by her past could move on so quickly, unlike you, who seems forever stuck in that cargo container.

My point is every girl in your life has left you in some capacity.

And the only male figure in your life failed you. I, however, understand that you don’t need saving or fixing. Killing is a part of you. Harry made that very clear to you. He tried to save you by shaping you into a hero. But as we both know, that didn’t last very long.

Now you’re here in Iron Lake, New York. Ten years clear from killings. I’m sitting outside the homely yet bland store, waiting for you to leave. Yes, I plan to follow you home. But I have a good reason. Tonight’s the night I tell you of the accident you saved me from, how you caught the man that could’ve killed me that very night. You rescued me by slaughtering him.

You probably don’t remember that night. I don’t blame you for that. It was just another kill for you. But allow me to enlighten you.

It was when you were still in Miami, November 1st, about nine at night.

I was leaving a bar after another sad night alone. A man follows me out of the bar. I can’t remember his name or his face. You would be better at recognizing his name and his face than me. All I do recall is someone grabbing me as I left, pulling me into an alley. His hand covered my screams, his other holding a hunting knife to my throat.

"Shut the fuck up, or this goes straight through your fucking neck." The man threatened, pressing the knife deeper into my neck.

I’d be powerless my whole life, always a second choice, but I never pled for what happened to me. But I don’t blame him for what he targeted me—a vulnerable young woman leaving a bar in early November. It’s a recipe for murder.

My voice tries to scream out more, my body thrashing against his. The man's grip moves away from my mouth, moving down my body. I feel tears swell in my eyes as his hand pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified. I couldn’t afford a police investigation or an abortion. I would have to carry the baby, that fucking rape baby.

Suddenly, the knife he was holding drops out of his hand. His threatening pleas of my silence turn hushed as I hear his body thud against the pavement. The loose rocks and debris scratch against his body as you drag him away. My eyes are shut tight, too scared to open them. But I knew it was you, the Bay Harbor Butcher. Things like this were happening all over the city. Stories of your heroism, saving all walks of life. You were a hero, never the villain. I just never thought it would happen to me.

The dragging briefly turns shushed as I feel your eyes on me. "Go. Run far." You say in a hushed tone.

My eyes shoot open, and it feels like my feet think for me. I do as you say. I ran, and I ran fast. My feet and lungs held my body as upright as they could. Finally, I reached a gas station near my apartment before I became tired. I ran five miles the night, just on adrenaline alone.

That’s how you saved my life that night, Dexter. Three words. You had given me a purpose and something to fight for.

It wasn’t hard to find you after that. I searched in forums across the internet, talking of this Bay Harbor Butcher persona of yours. Of course, I never encountered you on any of those, which I should’ve figured. So, my search efforts had become ten times harder. So, I did what any logical person would do and found patterns within your murders, all criminals who either went under the radar or were recently released. You try to save the people, like some sick and twisted Batman. When, if anything, you follow closer to Bateman than the caped crusader. I did what a cop or detective couldn’t have done in a year. After all that time and effort, I found your name and shady Iron Lake cabin: Dexter Morgan, a man in the countryside with a girlfriend who's a cop. Shame for her since she won’t live to hear my declaration. But even if she does, she won’t like what she hears.

#dexter morgan #dexter showtime #michael c hall #dexter morgan x reader #send help #i want him #dead dove do not eat

[reallyromealone]

Kyoya x male reader omegaverse

If you ever wondered why Kyoya never really entertained guests it's because he was a taken Alpha.

Happily he was engaged to (name) (last name), the only Omega son to the (last name) tactical equipment and weapons company, the same company that supplied The Ootori private police force with their supplies.

Kyoya was absolutely smitten with the Omega who was in the cooking club, often bringing him sweet treats and providing the host club with it's fine treats and such, Kyoya happy it both saved the club money and he got to see his fiance every day for deliverys.

(Name) didn't know what to expect this morning when he came to deliver the cakes and sweets for the host club, confused on Kyoya not waiting for him outside but shrugged none the less before opening the door and bringing the wagon of treats in only to halt at what was before him.

There Kyoya, his mate since they were infants holding onto some Omega girl who looked absolutely smitten by him to say the least.

"What...what is going on here?" (Name)s voice was hesitant and a little shakey as he was unsure what exactly was going on "Kyoya and I are getting married!" The strange girl said love struck and Kyoya visibly tensed as did (name).

"...what?" (Name)s voice was soft and wobbly as she talked about their supposed wedding and such and (name) was floored at all this, did Kyoya call of the wedding and not tell him? Why else would he let another Omega so close to him.

It was common knowledge in japan that an unclaimed Omega doesn't go scenting other alphas like she was and (name) was very clearly distressed at this.

"Renge let me go" Kyoya said coldly, deciding enough was enough with this girls Otome delusions about him and when she begrudgingly let go he immediately went to his mate who just wanted to leave at this point, having seen enough.

It was often considered cheating if you let another claim scent you and when all (name) could smell was Renges pharamones he just turned and left, angry and heartbroken by such a betrayal from his alpha.

"God damn it.." Kyoya said annoyed, seeing the love of his life so heartbroken by another Omega invading his personal space and after going as far as scent claiming him not to mention the shit she said.

Since (name) didn't see the context before it would have looked like she was telling the truth.

"What happened?" Renge asked as she watched Kyoya run off "that was (Name) (last name), his mate" Tamaki said seriously, staring her down as she frowned "what are you talking about?"

"You came in and claimed him to be your fiance without any regard to his feelings or even knowing if he was seeing someone or not" haruhi butted in and gave the french girl a disappointment look that honestly stung more than expected "if you had stopped for a second you would have known that he was an engaged--happily mind you--- Alpha"

Haruhi didn't like being mean but she also didn't like seeing a person whom she considered a friend (and snuck her sweet treats to take home) upset like this and she knew he wanted to react but also didn't want to embarrass Kyoya like that.

Renge put (name) in a very hard position because she didn't keep her hands to herself.

(Name) went back to the club room and pretended everything was fine, the club members could tell he didn't want to talk about why he smelt like pure unbridled heartbreak and decided to step back.

Tensly he returned to working on his food when the door slammed open to reveal Kyoya scanning the room before spotting (name) and swiftly walking over "(name), come with me please"

"Can't, busy with club stuff" (name) said coldly, not taking his eyes off his food and Kyoya sighed "please?" He begged and (name) halted because Kyoya never fucking begged, he was far to prideful for that.

"Fine."

The two walked out and into the hall "who was she?"

"An exchange student from France who associated me with a video game character and wouldn't remove herself from me" Kyoya explained and (name) looked away angrily "I'm sorry I didn't act faster to remove her"

"I'm not mad at you as much as I'm angry about her not keeping her hands to herself " (name) grumbled "still my mate?"

"Until death darling "

Kyoya pulled (name) close but only to get pushed away with a confused look "you reak..." (Name) said and Kyoya sniffed himself "do I?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, how about I go change uniforms and you make sure I smell like you" Kyoya offered and noticed his mate perk up a bit at the offer and chuckled "you want to come with?"

"Yes alpha" the nickname sent shivers down kyoyas spine as he let his mate cling to him, the expensive collar he bought (name) to keep any unwanted alphas from trying to claim him sparkled under the lights.

"I packed in some chocolate covered coffee beans for you in the order" (name) said softly as Kyoya changed behind the curtain "made sure it's dark chocolate too" Kyoya felt his heart warm at his omegas consideration, knowing if he was this considerate to him now that he would be an incredible Dam to their pups.

"That's very sweet of you, how is the club going by the way?" Kyoya was very invested in his mates life, yes he did monopolize it but (name) didn't mind when someone brought it up to the Omega claiming 'if it brings Kyoya some peace knowing the absolute details of my life them I'm fine as long as he doesn't restrict my freedoms or anything' something Kyoya would never do to to the other, knowing how annoyed (name) got when his parents tried to make him do more 'omega' things like dance and such but Kyoya knew better and let (name) do things he wanted to do when it was just them.

(Name) spoke animatedly about his club activities, the club thriving from the host clubs orders and having people wanting to join now "it's really nice!"

When Kyoya came out in the sweater vest uniform option (name) practically clung to him and began scenting aggressively and making sure anyone with half a god damn brain knew that he was taken "my my, possessive are we?" "Don't use the host club charm on me Ootori" (name) huffed and snuggle into his chest "if course future Ootori" Kyoya said playfully, only really letting his guard down with (name) and eventually the two returned back to their respective clubs albeit begrudgingly but Kyoya promised to take (name) out after school so the Omega begrudgingly let him go.

When Kyoya returned, renge looked remorseful and Kyoya was on edge as she almost caused a problem in his relationship "I'm sorry Kyoya!"

"It's heard but not accepted, I'm not the only person you should be apologizing too" Kyoya said seriously "if (name) accepts then I will consider accepting it"

The young Omega girl solemnly nodded and Kyoya added "and I wouldn't recommend now because he's in his club and doesn't like being bothered unless it's an emergency"

The club activities went on with a little tension but not noticeable by the guests thankfully as Kyoya texted his mate who was making them a wonderful lunch to enjoy together, the Omega usually keeping him company while he went over budget and such for the club.

When lunch rolled around (name) came with two adorable containers of food as Tamaki whined about not having haruhi make him adorable stuff but Kyoya payed no mind as the couple went to go eat together, (name) claiming Wednesdays for him and Kyoya but let's be real the club would give him every day bec Kyoya always came back significantly nicer after being with his mate.

The two weren't really big on PDA in public but it was obvious the two were together, the entire student body aware of their relationship and that after high school and Kyoya attending university the Alpha would be taking over (name)s families company.

Kyoya asked (name) if he wanted to attend university because after high school they would officially become mates and marry but (name) shook his head at it "more school? Kyoya you know I hate the school stuff we do now!" He complained and Kyoya just chuckled at his mates antics.

Renge came up to the couple and (name) tensed at this, sitting up more and eyed her suspiciously "(name) I want to apologize"

What?

"Why?" (Name) wanted to hear her say why she was sorry, why what she did was not ok to do.

"I shouldn't have scented your mate and made such claims about him, it wasn't ok of me to do and I'm sorry"

"I accept but if you do it, I will as honey taught me 'rock your shit'" (name) said sweetly and Kyoya was wondering when the hell did honey the lovable sweet boy say that to (name).

"U-understood"

"Great! So how's Ouran treating you?"

It was like a switch flipped and (name) was happy go lucky and renge knew then that (name) was not to be fucked with.

And Kyoya was so fucking in love with his mate.

#ohshc anime #ohshc manga #ohshc kyoya #kyoya ootori #kyoya x male reader #kyoya x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #fluff

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Time To Celebrate (Lucy Bronze x reader)

A/N: Here it is, as promised, well I didn’t promise but you catch my drift. My first Lucy Bronze fic. I hope you all like it.

As she lines up on the pitch she find herself searching the crowd. There were thousands of people watching her but she couldn’t find the one person she wanted to see most. 

You made a promise to Lucy, one that you intended to keep. After France lost in the semi final you had gone home to spend some time with your family. You need the time to get over the loss but you told her you would come back.

It was your plan to be there for kick off, plan being the key word. 

The referee blows the final whistle and Lucy falls to her knees. She did it, they did it, England had won the Euros. After celebrating with her team mates they all collect their medals. Afterwards it left them a little bit of time to see their families in the crowds before going into the changing rooms. 

“She’ll be here” Kiera tries to reassures her best friend even though she knows her words fall on deaf ears. 

“I don’t think so” Lucy looks to where her family are, the seat that was reserved for you is still empty, just like it had been all game. 

Lucy walks away, her head hanging low but she only allows herself to wallow for a minute. She has worked hard for this moment and she was going to celebrate it with her closest friends. 

Almost an hour later, the lionesses are in the locker room where they continue to celebrate in private. The beers are open, the champagne has been popped and the girls are on cloud nine as they sing along to Does Your Mother Know by ABBA. 

“Alex” Ellie whisper shouts but she doesn’t hear her. In turn she throws a goalkeeper glove at her City team mate. 

Ellie signals for Alex to come to where she is sat in her locker filming Tooney and Less dance. 

“Look” she gives her phone to the scouser “Y/N is here. By the looks of the videos and photos she arrived just before the final whistle. Do you think she knows?” She turns her attention to Lucy. 

By the of the defender, she had no idea that you had in fact made it to the stadium. She was drinking the beer like it was going out of style.

“We need her phone” Ellie says “Keira” she shouts.

Keira looks around the room as she tries to figure out who is shouting her name. When she looks at her city team mates she seeing them calling her over.

“We need Lucy’s phone and we need you to distract her” Alex explains as Ellie shows the photos and videos of you inside Wembley stadium.

They watch as Lucy goes into the showers once she sees that several players have finished in the large bathroom.

“Looks like she will distract herself” Keira says.

“The phone” Alex slaps the midfielders arm as they see Lucy on her phone.

“I’m on it” she runs towards her best friend, whispering something in her ear. They cannot make out what she said but then they see Keira holding up her phone with her thumb up.

“Now what?” 

“Now we make sure Y/N can get into the after party. Honestly, things would be much easier if our team mates stopped hiding their relationships” Alex says as she pulls out her phone to ring you.

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You manage to find Lucy’s family amongst the crowd. They vouch for you as you make your way into the hospitality suite where the lionesses will be celebrating before going back to Teddington.

You are in the middle of speaking to Lucy’s mum when your phone goes off.

“Hi Al” “Yes, I made it just in time for the final whistle “I’m with her family” “Ok, see you soon”

You keep the call short and sweet as not to pull her away from the team for too long.

“Is everything ok?” Lucy’s mum asks you.

“Yes. Lucy couldn’t find me in the crowd so she things I didn’t come�� you explain.

“But everyone was taking photos of you and with you, surely Luce saw them” 

“I would agree with you but Alex told me they took away her phone so still doesn’t know”

“Oh sweetie, she is going to over the moon when she sees you. She loves us but she is in love with you. I cannot thank you enough for loving my daughter, I have never seen as happier than when she is with you”

Once she is finished she pulls you into a hug. You loved Lucy’s family almost as much as you loved the woman herself. They welcomed you with open arms the day you were first introduced to them. What you didn’t know is that you were the first girl that Lucy ever brought home, the first woman she ever called her girlfriend in front on her family.

Jorge comes over to you to ask if you want a drink, deciding to be the sensible one you opt for water knowing that Lucy will be extremely hungover tomorrow and you would need to make sure gets up and dressed for the presentation in trafalgar square. He asks if you would hold Freddie whilst she gets the drinks, you happily take the two year old from him.

You’re sat down with the young boy on your lap, the little one playing with the necklace you are wearing.

“They’re coming” you hear a member of staff tell the room.

You take Freddie as you line up with Lucy’s family.

Everyone cheers when the lionesses enter the room. 

It hurt in the beginning when you were knocked out of the tournament but you were proud of your team for reaching semi finals. The fact that you were knocked out by Germany makes the England win that much better. You remember when Lucy called you after the game, she promised to avenge your loss, that she would beat Germany for you. You just laughed at her chivalry.

When you see her it is as if everyone else in the room vanishes. Like a scene in a movie, a clear path way becomes available so that Lucy can get to you with ease.

You try to apologise for not making it in time for kick off but Lucy makes that impossible. She grabs your face with both of her hands, connecting her lips to yours. The kiss is still, no movement, the two of your relishing in the touch.

“Auntie Lucy, you won!” Freddie says.

It is only when you hear the voice that you remember you are holding the young one.

The look in Lucy’s eyes change. The lust and eagerness is replaced with warmth as she takes Freddie from you. She holds him up high causing him to giggle.

“We did. Look at this” she points to her medal “Do you want to put it on?” 

He eagerly nods his head. Lucy’s takes it off and places it over his head.

“Wow” is all he says as he stares at the goal medallion.

Her brother Jorge comes over and takes the child from you as he mumbles something about allowing you two to celebrate properly, not having to keep it PG for his son’s sake.

“I’m so sorry for being late. My flight got cancelled so I ended up getting a train but then the taxi’s were taking ages, you know how bad London traffic is” you begin to ramble, something you did when you were nervous. You knew by the way that Lucy greeted you that she wasn’t mad but you still felt you owed her an explanation.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters” 

As soon her she finishes her sentence you feel her lips on yours, again. Lucy takes full advantage of having you to herself. You feel her tongue pressing against your lips so you part them slightly allowing her entrance. The passion that to two of you shared in kisses like this still amaze you even after the years you have been together.

It is when you feel her bite your bottom lip that to realise you have to stop. 

Lucy groans in frustration when you pull away.

“Hey!” She says clearly not happy that you put an end to the kiss.

“We have an audience, now is not the time or place” you tell her.

Lucy’s lips turn into smirk. She leans forward again and you think she is going to kiss you again but she turns to the side last minute.

“It has been over a month since I been able to touch you” you shiver at her tone, oh how you loved this side of her “Have you missed me, the feeling of my fingers inside of you?”

“Fuck me” you inhale sharply before pushing her away, knowing that if she continues the two of you will have to leave the party early.

“Oh I plan on it, more than once” Lucy is confident, she is feeling herself and so she should be. She has just won the Euros in front of a sold out Wembley stadium.

You and Lucy stay there. Staring at each other neither of you saying a word. 

“I know she’s you girlfriend but you can’t hog her all night” Georgia shouts.

“Oh Lucy doesn’t share, do you Luce?” You nudge her shoulder before grabbing her hand and going to her team mates.

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You all stay at Wembley for an hour or so until it is time to leave.

“Thank you for letting me spend the night at the hotel” you tell Sarina as you get off the bus.

Hours pass and when Lucy looks at her watch she sees that it is almost 2am, she had to be up in a few hours and she wanted to do some different celebrating before going to sleep.

She looks over and sees you talking to her team mates as if they were your own. She loved how close your were with the people she considered family. She stands there for a moment debating whether or not to interrupt, in the end she decided that she has shared you with the lionesses for long enough, it was time to have you all to herself.

“I hate to break up this moment” the table scoff, not believing Lucy for a second “You ready to go up?” Lucy says as you nod your head.

You both bid the team good night.

Once in the elevator Lucy pushes you against the wall but you push her off you, choosing in that moment that you would spend the night praising your girlfriend’s performance on the pitch.

You pin Lucy’s hands above her head, keeping her in place. You spread her legs with you knee, as soon as you settle your knee between her legs you feel her searching for some kind of friction.

“When you need to be back in Lyon?” Lucy asks when you part for air.

“Really? That is what you are thinking about right now?” You ask in disbelief, you have literally just taken her breath away.

“Forget I said anything” Lucy says, a hint of sadness in her tone. She kiss you but this time it is you who pulls away.

“I have to leave on Wednesday, back in training on Thursday” you peck her lips.

You are just about to continue where you left off when the elevator dings and the doors open.

“Seriously” you sigh in frustrations.

“C’mon” Lucy hold her hand out which you happily take.

You are barely through the door when Lucy leads you to the bed. Once again she is searching for dominance but you are having none of it. In mere seconds you go from being laid on the the bed with Lucy hovering over you to you straddling her.

“Tonight is all about you my love” 

You kiss her lips, then just below her ear. You make your way down her body until you reach the waistband of her pants. Lucy lifts her hips allowing you to take her trousers off, leaving her in her underwear which you take off next.

That night you show Lucy how proud you are of her. When she wakes up the next morning there is a slight limp in her walk. You watch with cockiness when her team mates question it, smirking as you listen to her tell them that her knee is a little sore. 

When she catches you staring she raises her eyebrows as if asking what do you expect me to tell them. 

#Lucy bronze x reader #Lucy bronze imagine #Lucy bronze one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #Barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni one shot #Barcelona femeni imagine #engwnt x reader #engwnt imagine #engwnt one shot

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Omg okay this is super angsty but you know how Tommy pretty much raised Ada and Finn alongside Polly? Imagine if there was another Shelby sister born after the boys came back from the war, and Tommy raising their new baby sister (who is a spitting imagine of Tommy) from birth on and she gets confused and calls him “Daddy” when she’s a toddler as he’s a father figure to his baby sister, and him having to go, “No sweetie, I’m your big brother” and having to explain why she doesn’t have a mommy and daddy and Y/n saying that she wishes that he was her dad 😭UGH I AM SORRY FOR SUCH AN ANGSTY ASK

This was adorable! Thank you for another great request I hope no one minds that the last few were a bit on the shorter side. Finding a gif for this was really tough.

Warnings: sad kiddos. Hurt comfort.

Waking up in the morning was hard enough. But now he cursed his mother's name under his breath. 

Little Margaret Shelby was 4 and a half years old, and when Thomas came home from France she was slightly unsure of him. He’d raised her before the war but those memories were far gone in her little head. 

Now that the boys had settled in, she was very sure of him. She knocked on his door every morning, struggle to open the door, then picking up the mug of tea because she didn't have hands big enough to do both at the same time. And it was the worst tea imaginable, but she would sit on the bottom of his bed proudly, looking at him like he was a Saint. 

“Daddy, what are we going to do today?” She looked at him with the same blue eyes he saw every time he looked in a mirror. He briefly choked on his mouthful of tea, hating the way it burned, just as much as the fact he had to experience the sip twice. 

“Margaret.” He sighed. He was avoiding this and hoped that she just looked up to him. Remembering the way he would see her hurt watching John’s kids pile into his arms every night, his heart felt like it was going to give out. 

“Have I upsetted you?” She stumbled on the words as her eyes started to sting. Her lip fought hard not to curl the way it used to when she was a baby. 

“No, love. But I’m your brother, like John and Arthur. Not your father.” He got it over with. She wouldn't be small forever, and this would be a bad memory lost amongst the sea of bad memories children born in this family experienced. But watching her head give a little nod and how her tiny fingers clenched into fists, he wanted to find something to say to make things better. 

“But we look the same.” She said in a quivering voice. He knew from Polly’s letters that she’d gotten attached to a photo of him, absolutely certain that he was her father. Polly tried to tell her multiple times, eventually forcing the girl to keep her thoughts to herself. Polly warned him that she would probably work up the nerve to ask, and she did her best to keep them apart thinking the distance would help. Probably why the girl would try to wake up before everyone to visit him. 

“I suppose we do.” He tried to make his voice sound cheerful, but even he could tell it fell short.

“Where’s mum and dad then?” tears started to run down her little rosy cheeks. 

“Mum jumped into the cut, dad left us.” He wanted to lie to her, but somehow the truth was easier. 

“They didn’t want me.” The girl was crushed. He quickly abandoned his tea on the night table and motioned her to come closer. She wasted no time settling herself under his arm. 

“Mum and Dad didn’t want any of us. Nothing to do with you.” She nodded and he could tell she was going her best to put on a brave face. 

“And you won’t be my dad.” She pushed her head into his shirt so he couldn't see her face. 

“Doesn't mean I won’t love you. Look after ya and stuff.” Her eyes met his and suddenly he didn’t mind the horrible tea or the way she followed him around every second he was home. 

“Where did mum swim to?” 

“Heaven.” He answered and her face fell again.

“You won’t swim to heaven right?” He knew she was asking him not to leave her behind as they did. But his mind wandered to the gun in his night table, opium pipe under his bed, and the horrid men digging on the other side of his wall all night. He made a choice. 

He knew how bad this would be for someone so soft and small, the thought of her being alone like he was in the chaos that was this family, it wasn't something another person needed to experience. 

“Promise. If I leave it's because they dragged me kicking and screaming. Not going to leave you anywhere, love.” He kissed the top of her head, thinking the words were going to be harder to say but it was easy. Her mood perked up and she snuggled in against him, eyes fluttering shut. He realized that he often got up with the sun every morning meaning she must get up even earlier to struggle with the kettle. 

“How bout we make tea together in the mornings?” 

She smiled at him and he hoped that making it together prevented him from another horrid potion and that she’d sleep in a little later. 

After that was all said and done, he didn't make an effort for anyone in his race to the top, not for anyone but her. Because everything was for her. He wanted her in the best school by the time she was 7, wanted her to have the things they didn't, and needed to get things legal by the time she was old enough to notice things. 

But most importantly, when he came home every night he made sure to catch her as she jumped off the third step and twirl her around saying he’d missed her. 

Polly didn't understand his vicious business motives until he bought Arrow House. He asked her to live with them as he hadn't found a wife and didn't want Margaret alone while he worked. She watched as Tommy’s face lit up as the girl screamed her head off in excitement over her new room. With gold stars hanging from the ceiling and every toy imaginable. 

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She would wander into the kitchens to find him up late working next to her while a tutor helped her with maths far beyond the capabilities of anyone in the family. 

Every horse they raced she named. 

When she didn't get along with Grace, he sent her packing. 

When Lizzie became pregnant, Thomas was more worried about how Margaret would handle it. To his relief, she only hugged on to Lizzie, crying into the fabric of her dress promising to be the best big sister ever. Happy that the girl idolized Lizzie.

He had no chance at being her big brother, not that he really tried at all. He was going to be whatever she wanted him to be, and to her amazement, he didn't seem to mind one bit. Somehow she made a family out of them. One Polly was very proud of.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby & daughter #thomas shelby #shelby sister imagine #shelby sister #peaky blinders imagine

[gothgril69]

Levi Ackerman/Fem!Reader Royalty!AU

Summary: You dream of another life, a simpler one under the rays of the warm sun, where you find love and your brothers live happily.

But you're destined to serve, to be the black sheep of the family and married off to whoever your father pleases because your parents can't seem to harbor any love for you. Your brothers will serve in the war, side by side with their Chevaliers, and you'll be left to pick up the pieces or die trying.

And the one you thought always hated you, will be right by your side to catch you when you fall.

Overall Warnings: themes of sexism, minor character death, angst, depression, minor character death, smut (please check ao3 for all tags)

Chapter warnings: none

Chapter Length: 9.5k

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Notes:

Thank you so much for starting a fic of mine <3 There's a few things I wanted to say before you get started.

-Reader has a default name of Aeron Reader. It plays into the story and that is why this is tagged appropriately as Levi/OC, but it is written in second person and all details relating to the female mc/reader are very vague. I do try to account for different hair types/skin tones and therefore leave it vague on purpose. -This is loosely based on 18th century conflict between France, England, and Scotland. Mirlenas represents France, Kaslogon represents England, and Navarre Scotland. There are historical accuracies but also inaccuracies for creative freedom regarding certain things. -I have been sitting on this fic since October 2022, and am just now posting it because I am way too hard on myself

I hope you enjoy <3 gothgril

Your parents always wanted another boy.

Your older brothers, Auguste and Theo, were the kingdom’s prized heirs to the throne, certain to fill your ancestors shoes to the fullest. You were supposed to be like them; supposed to be another boy that would marry and extend the family tree of royalty for the kingdom of Mirlenas. 

Your mother carried you the same as your brothers; tummy hanging low, heartburn, unbelievable back pain. How could you not have been a boy? Your name was picked out for you and everything. All the midwives were prepared to have another boy and decorated your nursery with calming blues and greys to match the kingdom’s colours.

But out came you. A healthy baby girl, bright eyes and a full head of hair. It wasn’t that your parents were unhappy – no, they loved you regardless at the time – they just weren’t prepared. Your name was Aeron, the name picked out for you when they thought you’d be a boy, and you were the new child of the Reader family. 

Aeron Reader has an ominous feel to it, the name of the same Goddess of War that comes from stories in your mother’s forgotten origin. Your parents never realized until one day one of the maids was overheard gossiping about it. Overheard hushed whispers about you circulated around the castle.

You were seven years old at the time and not happy about it. You’ve done all the research now about her origin and reputation – you quite like her.

Your mother simply chose to ignore her own heritage of Druvaria ever since she married your father. A deal had been struck between kingdoms and your mother fell victim to becoming the new Queen of Mirlenas, her own father giving her away to make peace between nations. The war had been ongoing for five years and needed to come to an end and finally, someone had come to their senses to offer up the princess of Druvaria in trade for peace. She didn’t know any better, simply believing it was the right thing to do for her nation and had no other choice. 

Things did work out in her favor in the end. Your parents fell in love with each other before they even married and mated, telling you the story at least once a year over dinner about it. A bite to the nape of the neck only sealed their fate and ensured they would be mated for life. You’re happy for them, truly, but you know you weren’t a part of their plans.

It was supposed to be three healthy boys, and you felt the seclusion.

Ever since a young age you wanted to be like your brothers, refusing to wear the dresses your handmaidens sewed for you and playing in the grass instead. You distinctly remember being seven years old, covered in grass stains while your mother yelled at you from the courtyard in front of the castle. You had just finished wrestling with Theo, face shoved into the dirt and hair completely disheveled. You could never beat him even though he was only two years older than you – you just didn’t have the strength yet. 

You remember your mother’s voice ringing out into the air, “I didn’t have a girl just for you to act like a boy!”

Seems like you can’t do anything right.

You pushed Theo off, angry that he had beaten you again and upset about your mother’s words. Defiance pulsed through you and you only wanted to be less ladylike in spite of her. You had stuck your tongue out at Theo as he did the same to you, Auguste coming over to break the two of you apart before you were tempted to lunge for his throat again. Auguste always seemed to be the voice of reason, calming Theo down with just a look before he’d look down at you with soft brown eyes, his curly brown locks falling slightly in front of them.

Perhaps you shouldn’t choose favorites, but Auguste always had this way about him. He was kind and charming even in his younger years before diplomacy truly got to him. Everyone loved him and he seemed to always know what to say, even sitting in on adult conversations despite his young age. He always knew what to say to make even you feel better.

He had sent Theo away to your mother and grabbed your hand, kneeling down to you so he was eye level. “Theo is just a brat sometimes. Don’t let him get to you, kid,” he had told you with a quick ruffle to your hair. He stood up, making sure he was still holding your hand to walk you inside to clean up. He was already thirteen at the time and strong enough to pick you up, so he’d lift you on top of the private bathroom counter that was located in his room. A soft wet rag would be wiped along your cheeks and nose to clean off the dirt that Theo graced upon your features – a gentle tap of your nose would indicate when he was done and you could jump down.

When you were eight Auguste promised he’d teach you all the things he knew: fencing, archery, horse riding, knife throwing, swordsmanship and even some of the studies Auguste was learning in school. You would do your duties as a princess during the day, pleasing your mother by learning your manners and all things women should know (sewing, cleaning, cooking, botany) and during the evening after dinner you would train with your brother. Occasionally, Theo would join and actually be quite tolerable – that’s where your relationship with him truly started to grow. He’d be serious and want to know everything Auguste did, trying his best to be patient with you as you learned and he would train with Auguste during your own breaks.

When your mother first caught you with them she was livid, claiming that your behavior was “boyish and unflattering” and something along the lines of you being “a disgraceful princess.” You’re almost positive there was more, but your brain has blocked out most of the memory of being talked down to so harshly by one of your parental figures. It’s not like you and your father talked much – he only really entertained Auguste to make sure he was prepared to take the throne one day. You envied Auguste in a way, but you could never hate him for being the golden child. He didn’t choose that life and quite frankly, it must be hard on him as well to carry that burden.

Your life truly changed when an extravagant ceremony was held for a new Chevalier that would be in the castle. The large hall designated for events had Mirlenas’ banners strung high above the grand windows, shrouding most of the light that would enter. Expensive chandeliers were lit, light fixtures along the walls providing warm light to envelop the area. Rows upon rows of people sat and waited for the entrance of the new Chevalier while you sat at the very front of the room. Your mother and father sat in their large wing-back chairs while you and Theo sat on your mother’s left side. Of course, you were given the smallest chair out of everyone. Auguste waited patiently for the entrance of the Chevalier, waiting to make his own appearance to complete the ceremony.

Your brother Auguste was of age to join the kingdom’s military at seventeen and should be accompanied by someone of a higher skill level than him. The one thing you didn’t expect was it to be a fifteen year old boy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else than bowing in front of your parents. You didn’t blame him, you hated all the formal bullshit too.

You had begun daydreaming when his name was announced, only coming to your senses when Theo bumped you so you wouldn’t get chastised later by your mother. The boy was wearing Mirlenas’ colours, navy blue and silver, and was being awarded a broche with the family crest to grace his uniform over his heart. A symbol of his dedication to the kingdom; a set of wings over a shield. The Chevalier formal uniform was tailored to him specifically: a navy blue tailcoat over a grey collared shirt with a white cravat hanging around his neck. You remember when he stood up from bowing to your parents and his piercing grey eyes landed on yours as you sat next to them, a slight furrow of his brows happening in an instant before his sharp features were stoic once again. 

You kept your eyes on him when he looked away, analyzing him with a tilted head. You told yourself it was to make sure Auguste would have a proper Chevalier accompanying him, but there was something intriguing about him. His raven black hair was well kept, straight hair layered so most of it fell out of the small tie at the nape of his neck

“Dedicate your heart to not only my kingdom, but my son as well,” your father’s voice had droned on. You refrained from rolling your eyes at the formality of it all, knowing Auguste would never treat his Chevalier as less than him despite your father training him to do so. You had instead fidgeted with your thumbs, messing with the lace on the dress you were forced to wear for the event until your mother gave you one of her looks. The look that told you you’d be getting in trouble later for simply being a young girl with energy that prevented you from staying still at such a boring festivity.

You realized the boy was quite short when Auguste stood next to him, maybe a couple inches taller than you at your age at the time. You hadn’t quite hit puberty yet afterall, your courses hadn’t come yet and your mother seemed adamant about ignoring the inevitable anyway.

You didn’t figure out the boy’s name until days later when Auguste introduced you to him. “Name’s Levi,” he had told you in a bored tone. Your eleven year old self was eager to meet him until he had scoffed at your name. “What is that? A boy’s name?”

You’ve disliked him ever since.

Levi remembers seeing you that day, having no idea the royal family even consisted of a princess along with the other two princes. You were only eleven at the time, but it seemed as if your family was ashamed to have you on display. You were given the smallest chair at the end of the line of royalty, a dress that didn’t look as well sewn as your brother’s uniforms fell on your shoulders. You looked curious, which had intrigued Levi at the time, but incredibly sad in your eyes. He said the first thing that came to mind when Auguste introduced him to you. It was odd for a lady of royal standing to have such a gender neutral name, bordering on masculine, and he didn’t think you would be so offended. He noticed right away you weren’t like other princesses he had met when he noticed you were wearing trousers, stains all over you and hair sticking in every direction.

He had looked at you with such disdain when he saw the grass stains on your trousers or the dirt that was under your nails from wrestling with Theo just moments before. You never acted like a princess and Levi clearly hated that, always on your ass about not acting like a lady and getting so dirty he could “clean the stables and feel better than being next to you.” He’d plug his nose and mock gag at you to emphasize his point when Auguste wasn’t around.

You didn’t truly start to hate him until a boy named Furlan came around as Theo’s Chevalier. He was the same age as Theo, seventeen at the time, while you were fifteen. Your new handmaiden, Isabel, had arrived at the same time as him and quickly became your best friend, but you grew jealous when she became a part of your brother’s friend group consisting of Levi and Furlan as well. You were once again the outcast no matter how hard Isabel tried to get you to join. And you did try at some point, only to be made fun of by Theo and Levi while Isabel and Furlan shyly watched on. 

You didn’t blame them. Levi was hard to argue with and Theo was royalty, even if he was just your stupid brother. Auguste was busy training to be the next heir, constantly under your father’s watch and unable to mediate childish arguments between you and your brother anymore.

Luckily, Levi wasn’t around as often as the other three were since he was Auguste’s Chevalier. He would accompany him on any personal affairs or duties he needed to fulfill off of the castle grounds. 

Those were your moments of somewhat peace; when your mother would busy Theo with a task and you’d have a chance to spend time with Furlan and Isabel alone. Isabel was only twelve and being taught the proper ways of being a handmaiden, but during her free time she’d make sure you weren’t alone. Furlan ended up just following suit, keeping a watchful eye on Isabel, even though he had always been closer to Levi.

She tended to get herself into trouble, always wanting to bring animals into the home before your mother caught her one day. You had taken the fall for Isabel bringing in an injured dove, enduring the lecture about how “vile” these “creatures” could be. You helped Isabel tend to it’s wing and nursed it back to health before releasing it from your balcony without your mother’s knowledge.

When you were seventeen you started to stay in your room more, only coming out to train your skills in combat. Your mother had given up at this point on trying to make you a lady. You were always wearing trousers paired with at least a corset over your blouse to keep your “womanly figure” as your mother called it. You didn’t give a shit about it, but if you could at least wear trousers then you would do it to spare you from the pain of ridiculous skirts and dresses while you were on castle grounds.

Painting and reading became your new hobbies and you soon only really started to see Isabel when she visited your bedroom. 

You were tired of being berated just for existing.

At the time, Levi had secretly missed your presence. He enjoyed picking on you and getting a reaction, sometimes doing it to push your buttons so far that you would yell at him. Isabel would always scold him as if she were his senior, telling him he’s being too harsh on you. You were just such a brat, always picking a fight with him if he didn’t do it first. When you were gone and holed away in your room he felt like there was a presence missing, but he blamed it on being bored while Auguste was busy with your father.

Your large room was lined with bookcases, shelves full with books you’ve read countless times. A few easels were scattered about, a painting resting on each so you could alternate what you were working on while the oils dried on the other two. You had taken down the large navy blue curtains, ripping them down one day to get all of the natural light possible inside of your room and shoving them into a confused handmaiden’s arms in the hallway. You’re positive your mother didn’t know what you did and still doesn’t, probably unaware of the curtain rods that no longer perch above your windows since she never visits your bedroom. 

She doesn’t talk to you much. Only Auguste and Isabel know you paint.

Your navy blue blanket and grey sheets hardly ever got any use despite the comfortability of the silk. You wanted to rip down the harrateen that surrounded the four poster bed, but it was too much of a hassle if you weren’t even going to use it. You were never tired, only needing a few hours of sleep to function in your teen years. You’d tend to the fireplace while your mind would always be full of creative ideas, needing to spill them onto a canvas before they would be forgotten.

Auguste tried to get you to come out of your shell more, always asking you at dinner if you would join him for a walk around the castle grounds. Those were your favorite moments. The moments where you could talk to Auguste about anything you needed to, whether that was simply an idea for a painting you had or something more heavy like the way your mom was. He always tried to make you feel better, saying things like “you know mother loves you in her own way” or “father is just busy being king.” 

When you told him about how your father had told you to never cry and show weakness when he caught you crying on the rare occasion that he sees you in the halls, Auguste comforted you without making excuses for him. “Father is incapable of human emotion. Everyone cries. Cry if you feel you must,” he had told you, grasping your shoulders to ensure you absorbed every word he said as you stared into those big brown eyes you love so much. Those were the only words that had ever truly made you feel better about your parents.

Things in your life didn’t take another turn until you were twenty. You were a grown woman and done with being kept to your room in fear of being talked down to by family members. You began taking your training more seriously, practically begging Auguste to train you again after dinner instead of going on your walks. He obliged and soon you were exceeding at everything, being especially good at archery. A bow just felt so natural in your hands – you could practically shoot with your eyes closed.

At age twenty-six he still wasn’t married – quite a taboo concept considering your father’s growing age. Auguste didn’t want to marry for duty, he always wanted to marry for love. You had a suspicion he didn’t admire women in the same way as other men – not that you would ever tell a soul. You simply enjoyed that he had more free time than he was supposed to and that he chose to spend it with you.

When you won against him in a fencing match is when you knew you had surpassed his expectations. The look on his face when he took off his mask told you everything you needed to know: he was proud of you. You remember being so happy, tears formed in your eyes before you could stop them, and you ran at your brother, colliding with him in a giant bear hug with full force. Auguste had taken you into your arms and swung you around like you were his whole world – he made you feel like you truly were. 

Theo joined in after cheering, causing both him and Auguste to practically absorb you. Levi had been on the sidelines judging the match and you heard his scoff when you won. You were too excited to care at the time.

You were forced to spend more time with Levi when Auguste grew inevitably more busy. Theo had fallen behind in his training and would have private lessons with Furlan. Isabel was kept busy by the older handmaidens, tending to laundry and kitchen duties, leaving you with Levi. You refused to stay locked up in your room unless you were willingly painting or reading, but even now you preferred reading in the gardens so you could get some sunlight on your skin, even if only for a little while.

Auguste had tasked Levi with looking after you while he wasn’t around despite your – and Levi’s – protests. You insisted you were a grown woman and didn’t need someone to watch over you like a lost puppy – Levi just didn’t want to deal with the inevitable attitude that was thrown his way just for being there.

But he wasn’t simply just there. He would make fun of you for your book choices; if something got in your hair and you weren’t aware of it. He had at least given up on getting on your ass about acting like a lady – if anything he seemed to prefer it rather than you fretting about dresses and “frilly things” as he calls them.

“I just can’t pretend to care when they talk to me about how expensive their dresses are or how they bought the best perfume being made right now,” he had droned on to you one evening. Somehow, you had gotten on the topic of the ball that was held a few weeks prior. He was forced to attend with Auguste and “forced” to entertain women even younger than you that were fawning over him and your brother. 

You had actually laughed and sympathized with him, sharing your own stories about disgusting older men trying to win your affections. He had cringed when you exaggerated the ugliness of a stout older gentleman with a gut that hung over his belt – the buttons of his shirt were hanging on for dear life.

The man had flirted with you incessantly, hardly ever straying from your side the whole night even as you attempted to excuse yourself – he always found a way to be next to you. You laughed it off, telling Levi it was just the usual for a woman of high status whether you liked it or not. He didn’t say anything that time, only a look of what you think was anger flashed in his eyes before he looked away with a quiet “tch.”

Levi had seen the wretched old man the whole night, ogling you and grimy hands inches away from touching you. He wanted to rip his fingers off for attempting to touch a member of the royal family like that and gouge his eyes out with the nearest fork for staring at you like a piece of meat. He told himself he would only be doing his job protecting a member of the royal family. 

Levi had kept a watchful eye on you the whole night, watching you fake laugh at people’s jokes with a smile that never reached your eyes. He had never heard your real laugh before, and he could imagine it wouldn’t sound anything close to the small, half-hearted chuckles you gave out. The only time he ever saw you smile was when you were reading one of your stupid novels or daydreaming without realizing it before something snapped you back to reality.

You had actually felt pretty that night in a dress that was tailored just for you. You had convinced Isabel to go with your wishes of it being simple and less extravagant than your mother’s requests, so when you put it on it felt more appropriate for you. She had been in your bedroom for a whole day taking measurements to alter a gown you already liked a decent amount, asking what you wanted changed about it. 

The day of she stood behind you, tugging on the laces of your corset to practically squeeze the life out of you, claiming she needed you to look perfect so your mother wouldn’t have her head. You even had your other handmaidens run you a hot bath with a sachet of lavender from the southern coast of your country.

You’ve made it a habit to bathe with lavender and have lavender oil around to calm your senses, leaving your skin smelling like the flower.

You were now twenty-three. Living the life of royalty that many would dream of.

You weren’t ungrateful for it – you knew how bad the lower class people of the kingdom had it – but you never asked for it. You never asked to be unloved by your parents, watching as your two older brothers received all of the attention. You never asked to be showered in fine silks and paraded around in dresses like you were some animal being put on display for purchase. 

You wanted to run away, to live a simple life somewhere in the countryside. You’d make your living using the trades your mother had taught you at a young age. You could protect yourself with the combat skills Auguste had fine-tuned until he could no longer be your teacher. You knew botany and how to grow your own food; live off the land.

You were tired of feeling unwanted by everyone around you. You hardly felt okay anymore, eating only because Isabel forced you to and wouldn’t leave until your plate was empty. You would maybe complete a painting or two once a year now and tea was the only thing you could stomach for breakfast. The only thing that kept you here was your cowardice and getting lost in the stories you read. It could be romances or history, even war stories caught your eye sometimes, but it was something to escape to. Your mind would be occupied by something other than your heavy thoughts that weighed you down, allowing at least some respite. 

You wonder if living a simple life would have allowed for you to flourish the way you were supposed to, or maybe if you lived in one of your novels and found love then you could be happy.

But things could never be that simple.

Levi watches you now as you stare off into the distance with that usual faraway look on your features. You’re sitting on a blanket you had sloppily thrown on the ground, one of your knees brushing against the grass and defeating the purpose of the piece of fabric below you. It bothered Levi more than he would care to admit when you did things like this, only committing to them half-heartedly. The forming grass stain glares at him.

He hated being out here with you. It was boring and typically hot in the summer months like it is now, but at least you had chosen the biggest oak tree to find reprieve from the sun’s rays. He simply leaned against the trunk of the tree, observing you when you were busy daydreaming. When you would snap out of it the air would be full of bickering again and he found peace in the silence. 

You were wearing your usual black trousers and corset over a blouse, but sat as if you were wearing a skirt. Your hair was pulled back with a ribbon, but some rogue strands fought themselves free and blew in the wind and he fought the urge to either chastise you for it or just fix it himself since you couldn’t do it right.

You perplexed him still, even when the two of you had matured and Levi was now twenty-seven. It was less childish insults and more clever banter between the two of you now. You actually seemed to enjoy wearing dresses on occasion now that your figure suited them and he was even able to smell a hint of lavender oil on your skin whenever the two of you were forced to be too close. You had become a woman, but sometimes Levi still felt like he was looking at the neglected little girl he had first seen at his introductory ceremony.

Your eyes were the same sad ones he had seen that day and you still tended to fidget with the hem of your clothing whenever you were anxious. A genuine smile rarely makes it’s way to your features and he swears he’s only heard you genuinely laugh once with Auguste when he had trailed behind one of your evening walks. He almost pities you until he remembers how easy you truly have it.

You had no idea what it was like to grow up in poverty, never knowing when your next meal was or taking any article of clothing you could because it was the only option. No, you were picky about the clothes you wore and the things you ate and always took them for granted. 

You were selfish, making Auguste worry about you all the time and borderline obsessively commanding Levi to make sure you were okay. He would do as he was told, of course, but you never realized how much turmoil you caused in your brother’s mind. Even Theo worries about you now that he’s matured and no longer finds amusement in ruffling your feathers.

The only thing he can understand about you is how big of assholes your parents are and how most of the time he feels the same way you do in their presence: neglected and frowned upon.

Your father commands Levi as if he were a dog while your mother chooses to ignore his presence altogether. He could admit that maybe you weren’t as bad as your parents – he’s watched them throw away untouched food because it had gotten cold (their own fault of course). The first time he had seen it happen he had to bite his tongue, holding back the onslaught of curses and insults he had ready to throw at them. As much as Levi hated them, he never wanted to go back to the slums he grew up in, knowing your father would never do anything to solve the problem. The amount of people in poverty would continue to grow and he could only hope your brother Auguste would do something to change the state of the kingdom once he becomes king.

Levi pulls himself out of his own thoughts when a harsh gust of wind strikes him to remind you about the evening’s events. 

“Oi,” Levi snaps his fingers in front of your face. You look up at him, clearly dazed from being pulled out of your daydream and into the real world where you sit on the grass. 

The day is bright and sunny as you sit under the cooling shade of the ancient oak tree that sits in the front lawn of the castle, a giant stretch of grass as far as you can see separating you from the rest of Mirlenas. The castle sits on 800 hectares and you enjoy being able to escape the bustling interior of the castle in favor of sitting on the lawn. Your book is open on your lap, but abandoned long ago in favor of daydreaming. You hardly remember what you got lost in thought about.

“Your mother has summoned you,” Levi reminds you. Of course. Your mother and her tendencies to summon you whenever she is in a particularly bad mood, annoys you – going back to your bedroom and painting until the moon is high in the sky sounds significantly more appealing.

You sigh and ignore his outstretched hand, knowing he’s only offering it because of his Chevalier status. He would never willingly touch you – he’s told you as much. Levi scoffs, muttering something along the lines of, “fine, I didn’t want to touch your hand anyway.” You don’t bite back with a response, done with the day already and not looking forward to entertaining your mother’s ridiculous ideas.

“What could she possibly want tonight?” you mostly muse to yourself as you fold up your blanket.

Levi, who follows closely behind, responds, “who knows. Swear she’s growing senile with her old age.”

You stifle a laugh, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, but pleased with his words about your mother. He says things about your father too, but only ever around you. Levi seems to be the only one that recognizes their behavior towards you – or lack thereof – and often criticizes them. You, of course, allow it and he knows it amuses you. However, you and Levi are still not remotely friends, still arguing and often ridiculing each other. The only bonding you have ever done with the man is regarding your positions in the royal family, finding everything to be unnecessary and cretinous. Everything else between the two of you is short and angry, much like the Chevalier that follows you now.

Auguste has been occupied with politics and diplomacy for the past year, giving Levi the order to keep watch on you as he becomes even more busy. It’s something the two of you were already quite accustomed to since he had given the order three years ago when you were twenty. It still isn’t any easier to have him around so often. Bickering is more common than not and he beats you at anything you ask him to do. Except for archery – you’re almost certain no one can beat you at that and you relish in the face Levi makes when you split your arrow on the target almost every time.

But Auguste had insisted Levi stuck by your side now that he couldn’t spend as much time with you. Especially now that a war had broken out between your kingdom and a neighboring nation: Kaslogon. The war had started a year ago, but it barely made a dent in Mirlenas’ forces – not enough for Levi to be sent away to serve as part of the royal guard. Your allies, the country Navarre, were taking most of the heat for it since they resided on the same landmass as Kaslogon – Mirlenas at least had an ocean separating the two countries.

This meant that your father needed to pull Auguste everywhere he went, showing him the ropes of how to wage a war – a seemingly favorite pastime for egotistical men. You missed your evening walks and training sessions, having to force Levi to accompany you outside after dinner.

You hoped this meeting was to simply discuss the current standings of the war. Your mother seemed to over exaggerate with her statements or letters, once summoning you to discuss “dire circumstances” – the castle had just run out of her favorite persimmons and she wouldn’t be able to get anymore until the next winter harvest. It was moments like these when you remembered how absurd it felt to be a part of a royal family that didn’t know anything different. Levi always referred to the lot of you as “spoiled brats.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you would never admit that to him.

“You have a grass stain on your trousers,” Levi informs you with a blank tone.

“Lovely,” you sigh, “I’m sure mother will enjoy it.”

“It’s sloppy.”

“It’s fine.”

You already know your mother will be waiting for you in the dining room after the table has been cleared post-supper. You never bothered to join anymore, finding the comfort of being outside until late evening more enticing instead and having Isabel bring you dinner to your bedroom so you can enjoy her company. She may force you to eat when you don’t want to, but you appreciate her all the same. 

Levi always gives you shit for it, telling you it’s disgusting to eat in a place meant for sleeping, but you usually ignore those statements from him. You’re not going to waste your breath to tell him you have a small table on your balcony that you eat your meals at – he wouldn’t understand.

You walk across the grass, your blanket under your arm and Levi following two steps behind you like he’s been taught. “You know it feels like you’re going to murder me when you walk behind me,” you scoff. 

“You’re not worth getting hanged for murder,” he mutters. “If I walk next to you and your father sees I’ll only be reprimanded. Plus, you smell.”

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see. “Please, I smell worlds better than you ever do.”

“Now you’re a liar?”

“Honest as ever,” you reply smoothly, lifting your chin ever so slightly.

Your boots touch the dirt road that runs parallel with the front of the castle, crossing it to reach the gravel pathway that leads to the entrance. It’s all very grand compared to it’s surroundings on the outside of it’s gates, an elaborate garden with perfectly trimmed hedges greeting you once the guards open the gate for you. 

You always make sure to give them a sweet smile, greeting them by name – Jean and Marco. Jean’s mother is a handmaiden while you believe Marco’s family lives somewhere in a nearby village. They’re sweet boys, at least five years younger than you, but as soon as they see Levi they seem to stand taller than before and look straight ahead. You hate when it happens and always turn your head to see him glaring daggers at the two boys. He gives you a small “tch” today when he sees your glare being directed at him again.

The gates close behind you and you grow impatient. “Please, just walk next to me. You’re making me uncomfortable.” 

“I expect you to take the fall for it then if your father sees,” Levi scoffs as he joins you at your side. 

“As if I don’t with everything else,” you mutter. He doesn’t respond.

You observe that he’s acting more cordial with you today for some reason and it’s throwing you off balance. You’d rather him bicker with you, not the silence that seems to drape over the two of you more often today.

You step towards the grand, bifurcated staircase in front of you with far too many steps – eighty-six, to be exact, and it feels like it takes a lifetime to walk up them. You’ve counted the pale stones too many times, having nothing better to do on some of your outings. 

“twenty-seven…” you mutter under your breath as you walk.

“Are you fucking counting them?” Levi asks incredulously, not minding his language – not that he ever does – since the two of you are practically alone.

“Does it matter?” you snap, looking over at him with a glare. You lost count.

“There’s eighty-six,” he mumbles, seemingly realizing what he said only after it’s come out. You don’t bother to tease him about it, simply enjoying the pink tint to his ears with a small laugh as he looks down at the steps.

The front doors of the castle are opened by another set of guards, Connie and Sasha, and you give the young kids a smile as well. They were definitely bickering before you arrived, seemingly nervous about getting caught by Levi next to you when they stand up straighter. Connie’s eyes are wide and Sasha’s brown locks are slightly disheveled in her updo. You roll your eyes at the sight, but at least he doesn’t say anything to them today about being “more aware of their surroundings” like he usually would. Perhaps he got the hint earlier with Jean and Marco.

You greet the handmaiden standing by the doorway, giving her your blanket to be washed free of any lingering grass and returned on top of your bed before turning down a hall. Levi is still walking next to you, practically escorting you to the dining hall despite being inside the castle walls. “You don’t need to walk me there,” you tell him, eager to free him of his post and rid of his presence. You don’t need another walking headache with you when you visit your mother – one is enough.

“Auguste is joining you and your mother. I’ll be accompanying him afterwards.”

You pause your footsteps, boots slightly squeaking against the polished parquet floors. “What does Auguste have to do with this?”

Levi stops a step ahead of you, turning so he’s at least facing you. “They have news for you,” his voice trails off, laced with hesitancy as he turns his head to the side and avoids your look of confusion. “It’s not my place to tell you, madame.”

You scoff at his formality as a servant walks by. “Don’t call me that,” you grumble as you resume your walk to the dining hall. He knows you hate the use of your titles.

Your heart is racing at the prospect of bad news. Levi didn’t hide his feelings about the topic very well. The slight wrinkle between his brows, or the subtle downturn of his lips when he thinks he isn’t letting his frown show give you all the signs you needed. When you were younger you used to think the man had no emotions besides annoying little shit and anger, but the more time you spent with him the more you had to learn how to read him. If you didn’t, how else were you going to survive the arrangement Auguste had so kindly forced upon you.

“I have to, brat,” Levi whispers when no one is around.

You reach the grand white doors, their edges trimmed in silver to show off the kingdom’s wealth, and look over at him with a glare. He simply opens one of the large doors for you, bowing as you enter to please the woman sitting at the head of the dining table before closing it behind you and taking his post at the entrance. You almost rather wish you were outside with Levi’s company instead of enduring whatever this was about to be.

You spot Auguste sitting in the chair closest to your mother, patiently waiting for you to sit next to him. Your feet feel frozen in place, unable to move in fear of the discussion that was waiting for you. Your mother never had Auguste accompany her in the lectures she gave you, always knowing he would take your side and defend you. The discussion had to be serious for his presence to be pertinent.

“Please, Aeron, take a seat,” Auguste requests. Only then, when you hear his soothing voice, do you move towards the long banquet table that hosts far too many chairs to be actually useful. Your boots echo throughout the entire room as the two sit in silence, your corset shifting slightly as you walk. Everything feels incredibly uncomfortable now, the fabric sticking to your skin in all of the wrong ways, the layer of dirt that seems to have settled on your skin after being outside now unbearable. Even the grass stain on your knee is bothering you more than it normally would under their watchful eyes.

Auguste stands to pull your chair out from the table as you make your way over, pushing it in gently as you sit down so you’re close enough to the stained oak wood in front of you. You feel like you can’t breathe this close, but it’s proper, and Auguste did it for you, so you would simply have to endure.

“Your pants are stained,” your mother chastises.

“Mother, please. This is not what we are here to discuss,” Auguste interrupts before the arguing and onslaught of insults can begin from you.

“Fine,” your mother yields. She crosses her arms and waves a flimsy arm at your brother. “Why don’t you inform her of what’s to come then.”

The room’s silence is deafening in the moments before your brother resumes his speaking. You’re fidgeting with the top of your trousers on your thighs, pulling the fabric between your thumb and index finger in attempts to calm your nerves, but nothing is working. It feels like ages before Auguste’s voice fills the room, delivering news you never wanted to hear, but knew your whole life was a possibility. You don’t hear the words that come after, only focusing on a small phrase.

“I’ll be joining the frontlines.”

Your heart feels like it’s in your throat as your mother attempts at speaking nonsense to you. You’re not listening – you can’t. The first thing you do is peel your eyes away from the wood in front of you and look over at Levi. He’s looking at the ground, eyebrows furrowed and an evident frown on his face. You know that look – he’s upset, angry even. You can’t quite pin an underlying emotion that lies on his features as well. Sadness, you think.

“Aeron,” Auguste’s voice tears your eyes away from Levi and onto him.

You know how you must look right now; glistening eyes wide, lips parted in shock. The world around you slowly pieces itself back together as you stare into those soft brown eyes. You focus on a lock of hair that’s fallen over his forehead, a small curl that seems too stubborn to stay in place.

“I won’t be alone,” he provides, as if that would make you feel any better, “Levi will be accompanying me and you know he’s the best Chevalier in our kingdom.” You scoff, knowing Levi is needing to use all of his restraint to not roll his eyes. “I’ll be accompanied by father, Theo, and Furlan as well. Do not fret while I am gone.”

For the first time since joining this conversation, clarity strikes your mind. “Theo? You’re having Theo go with you?!” You’re practically yelling now, standing up from your chair and taking a step back. Auguste is quick to follow, a frightened look on his face from the quick escalation in conversation.

“I told you she couldn’t handle this,” your mother supplies unhelpfully from behind him.

Auguste doesn’t spare her a glance, eyes purely focused on you. Levi has stepped away from the door, almost as if he’s afraid that you’ll hurt your brother and ready to spring into action. It just makes you more angry. “Theo can’t go.” Your palms rest against your temples, trying to press some sort of sense into this whole mess.

“It’s his duty, Aeron. You would be going too if you were…” His voice trails off.

“If I was a man, I know,” you snap at him. “I would be more useful than even Theo on the battlefield and you’re well aware of it.”

“He’s gotten more training since you’ve last had a match with him,” Auguste tries. “Furlan will be with him. Levi is more than capable of guarding the two of us. He’ll be protected.”

“This is fucking absurd!”

“Watch your tone young lady!” your mother shouts, now rising out of her own seat. You wish you could slap some sense into her, you wish she wasn’t here in this room while tears threaten to spill over.

You’re terrified. You trust Auguste to make it back to you, he’s trained and capable, but Theo has never been skilled in any combat. You think he takes after the creativity that seems to flow through your bloodline. Auguste was always miserable at the arts, but Theo knew how to play almost any instrument. 

He was the best at piano, sometimes playing in his bedroom when he thought no one was awake into the late hours of the night. You always heard him, the sounds echoing through the halls and making their way through the cracks in your doorway or if both of you had your balcony doors open. 

He was never meant for war.

You watch as the tears finally overflow and fall down onto the floor below you, almost landing onto the leather of your boots. Auguste lets go of all restraints holding him back, allowing himself to rush forwards and allow you to collapse into his arms. You never wanted any of this. You would do anything to not see them leave you behind with just your mother. 

You bury your face into his chest, gripping at the hem of his coat that lays on his shoulders unbuttoned. Tears stain the fabric, but you know he couldn’t care less right now, only rubbing soothing circles in between your shoulder blades. Whispers of “it’ll be okay” and promises he knows he shouldn’t be making float down into your ears. He kisses the top of your head when you pull back enough to look up at him and into his brown eyes.

“You better make it back to me,” you choke out with your index finger poking into his sternum. “Y-you have to.”

“I will, I promise.” Auguste pushes a stray hair from your forehead and wipes his calloused thumbs on your cheeks to rid the tears that have trailed down your skin. He’s a little rough with his touch, but you would never have it any other way. You love your brothers dearly.

The loud slam of the doors to the dining hall pull your gaze away from Auguste as your mother takes her leave without a single word. You watch as Levi turns back around after releasing the handle, leaving just the three of you in the room.

You bid your goodbyes to Auguste, but not before he tells you to visit Theo in his room and asking Levi to escort you to your own. You tell him you’ll visit Theo tomorrow right after dinner, that way you don’t interrupt his evening activities that you assume involve some sort of instrument.

Two sets of boots echo in the halls, the sun long forgotten in the sky and the torches on the walls illuminating your steps. Your gaze is focused down at your feet, absorbing all of the information that was just given to you in such a short amount of time. You almost wish Levi had warned you about it, but he was right – it wasn’t his place – and you probably would’ve lost your mind without someone to comfort you. Auguste was the perfect person to do it.

“Oi,” Levi whispers, “you passed your room.”

You stop, turning around to see Levi standing by your door with a hand on the handle, ready to open it for you. You realize why he has been uncharacteristically nice to you today, treating you like he actually cares about the way you feel and knowing how you would probably react to the news. You walk towards him, footsteps slightly shuffling as you do.

“Levi,” you whisper when you get in front of him, gaze coming up just to look him in the eyes. You see him noticeably stiffen at the sound of his name leaving your lips – a rare occurrence if it’s not followed, or prefaced, by an insult in a snarky tone.

No, your voice is soft. You sound scared and as Levi looks at you now he feels a hint of remorse, like he’s the one at fault for the situation at hand. He wants to promise that he won’t let anything happen to your brothers, or to Furlan for that matter, but he knows better than to make promises he might not be able to keep unlike Auguste. His duty has always been to protect the members of the royal family and he has always taken that job seriously. He wants to tell you he will do all that he can on the battlefield to ensure their safety – hell, he would risk his own life if he has to if it meant everyone else would come back alive.

Instead, he whispers a quiet, “what,” his voice sounding softer than usual.

You notice his eyes are grey, something you’ve never seen or cared to look at. You tend to avoid being this close to him or even looking at him really, always too focused on something else to give his features any attention. “You have to promise me something,” you say quietly once you have your thoughts gathered.

“You know I can’t do that, brat.”

“All of you need to make it back here,” you tell him, pointing that same index finger at him that had touched Auguste’s chest before. “I’ll never forgive you if something happens to my brothers.”

Levi’s breath hitches, unsure of what to say to such a heavy demand. Of course, he would do anything for them. “I can’t promise you anything,” he whispers back, “but I’ll try.”

“Good,” is all you say before heading into your chambers and closing the door in Levi’s face.

Levi stands there, staring at the painted grey wood in front of him. He tries not to think about how you said the word “all”, as if you cared about whether or not he made it back alive too.

—

Theo is in the courtyard by the time you get ready, casually strolling with the company of Furlan. You hate to interrupt, but it’s the one moment you have before he’s busy for the rest of the evening and you still haven’t seen him since Auguste told you they’re leaving.

Levi is trailing behind you like usual since Auguste is busy in meetings with your father – they’re never ending it seems. You fight the urge to tell him to just walk next to you again, but the man is stubborn and will maintain his respectful position in front of your brothers. It’s only when you’re alone that he breaks the ridiculously strict set of rules your father imposes on him.

“Sister,” Theo greets you with surprise when he sees you strolling up to him.

You give him a small smile. You told yourself you’d remain strong throughout this interaction, but your emotions are slowly starting to peek through before you’ve even begun.

“Hello. Furlan, Levi, would you two mind sparing us some privacy?” you kindly ask them, mostly directing your eyes and voice towards Furlan.

He gives you a smile and small bow, excusing himself as Levi does the same – without the smile of course. “We’ll be close by,” Furlan reassures you.

You give him a small smile and nod, gesturing for Theo to join you on a walk through the front gardens. He offers his arm to you like a gentleman and you accept, intertwining your arm with his so your hand rests on his forearm as the two of you begin your stroll.

“Remember when we wrestled here instead of this,” you give a small laugh, awkwardly skirting around the real topic of conversation.

“When you ate dirt and grass? I’m quite familiar with the memory, yes,” he teases you, offering a small smirk of amusement.

You playfully slap his shoulder with your other hand. “I knew you were waiting for a moment to rub that in my face.”

“How could I not?” Theo muses, “you were quite the brat when you were little.”

“Well this brat kicked your ass eventually.”

Theo let’s out a genuine laugh. “Don’t let mother hear you speaking that way.”

“She’s heard much worse from me,” you grimace.

“I suppose she has.”

There’s a long moment of silence when you’re not sure what to say. You know he knows why you’re here; to express your reluctance to let him join your eldest brother on the battlefield.

“Theo–”

“Aeron–”

The two of you speak at the same time, coming to an abrupt stop in front of the chrysanthemums in the garden. You release your hold on his arm as you both face each other and the look of sorrow on his face tells you everything you need to know.

You hold back your tears, managing to get a few words out without breaking quite yet. “Please.” You gesture towards him gently.

He grabs both of your hands, a habit of both his and Auguste’s that they seem to think helps soothe you. “I know I never say it, but I do love you Aeron.” He lets out a heavy sigh, carrying on with a guilty look on his face. “I have to do my duty. It would be unfair for me to be the only one to stay no matter how much I wish I could be here with you.”

“You’re not ready for this, Theo.” You gently shake his hands. “Your training isn’t at that level yet. If I can surpass you, you’re not ready.”

Theo scoffs at this, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve surpassed even Auguste. Only Levi is your competition and even then the man could never come close to your archery skills. You’re a born fighter. I’ll never be ready with those expectations.”

“Then I’ll go in your stead. I’ll convince mother and father–”

“That’s nonsense, Aeron!” Theo’s voice raises as he releases his hold on your hands. “I could never live with myself if you went and something happened to you, but you’re a woman anyway. You can’t.”

“That’s ridiculous and you know it!”

“I don’t make the rules,” Theo sighs, running a hand over his features in distress. His voice softens, regarding you with such sympathy in his green eyes. “I’ll be there for Auguste and I truly hope I make it back to you. I’ll do everything within my power to do so. Please, trust us.”

“I do trust you Theo,” you choke out, tears already beginning to spill over and trail down your cheeks. “It’s not about trust. I just need you to make it back to me. You can’t leave me.”

“When I come back I’ll play you a song on the piano,” he reassures before pausing, seemingly thinking something through. “It was going to be a surprise for you, but you’re a stubborn woman,” he teases affectionately.

This gets a laugh out of you as you swipe the tears off your cheeks with your fingers. You break your composure further, pulling Theo into an embrace as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close with your face hidden in his shoulder. His arms embrace you, hands holding you close between your shoulder blades. 

“I can’t wait.” Your voice sounds muffled in the fabric of his coat.

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The Only Logical Thing to Do

AN: Hey y’all! This is the scandal based fic I teased in this post. This ended up actually being wayyyyy longer than I expected like offically takes the crown as the longest fic I’ve ever written so go me lol. This part I just wanted to establish a few things yk start us out slow before we get into the real scandlous events of this story. Next part will be the developing countries ball, so stay tuned. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Sometimes the US Constitution applies to your love life. Separation of Church and State was a good thing, right?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, political talk, idk

Word count: 4,707

Suggested listening: Love and Happiness - Al Green

“Love and happiness, yeah  Something that can make you do wrong  Make you do right  Yeah, hmm  Love...  Love and happiness”

You poured over your notes for the fifth time after your press conference, looking for something that indicated the mistake had been on your part. This was your third year working for the Kane Presidency. You were originally on the President's campaign staff as a Public Opinion Specialist and upon his election, you were employed as a Data and Intel Specialist.

 Your job title was vague on purpose, it was hard to explain to the American people what exactly you did. In simplest terms, you were a girl who knew things. You read situations well and were able to predict how events were going to play out with killer accuracy. It also helped that you happened to know more ways than one to dig up dirt. This gave you access to the inner circle of the White House, becoming an integral part of everyday function with an opinion valued by the president only second to his chief of staff. 

For the past week however you had been filling a different role, one of the press secretaries. When the previous one came down with pneumonia last minute the president turned to you to fill the role. And reluctantly you did. You put on your most respectable suit, straightened your hair, and wore your highest heels; ensuring you were digestible enough for the American people. Despite not enjoying being in the public eye, you did the work well and maintained order. 

This is why when you were caught off guard by a question today, even one as nonmemorable as this; you were concerned. You replayed the moment in your head as you continued digging in your notes. 

“I’ll take one more question before I go.” You spoke from behind the podium, you had been up there for the past forty-five minutes and the questions you started getting were beginning to dwindle in relevancy. 

Hands shot up from reporters everywhere and your name was being called from all directions. You looked out into the crowd and nodded at one, Ashley Richardson. She cleared her throat before standing and speaking. 

“France’s president has reaffirmed their statement that the attacks on Wakanda’s outreach centers, where vibranium is held, were not perpetrated by them. However, he has commented and said that the country will continue its legal efforts to gain vibranium. Doubling down and saying that the US has pledged its support of France in these efforts. Are these comments true, does President Kane support France in these endeavors?” 

As her words registered in your head, you racked your brain to remember if in any of your briefings you had heard any news of this. Nope. Not a word about France or vibranium as far as you knew. This left you with two options, be on the offensive or be on the defensive. Her words caught you off guard but this is what you’d been trained for, you allowed yourself just enough time to blink to be internally baffled before turning back on your personality. 

“France is an ally of the United States, as is Wakanda. The President is committed to maintaining a peaceful relationship between the two countries.” You spoke as if your words were fact despite not knowing a thing about what she was talking about. “That’s all for today, thank you.” 

The sound of your work phone buzzing pulled you out of your trance, you flipped it over and read the caller ID. 

Unknown Caller 

The anonymity of the call didn’t surprise you, this was DC, after all, people weren’t too keen on sharing information. 

“You have two minutes before I hang up the phone, go.” You spoke coolly, you didn’t have time to waste time on your phone, especially not today. 

“You haven’t been answering my calls.” 

You threw your head back and let out a sigh, who else would be calling you? 

“I have told you a thousand times. You cannot call my work phone.” That was all you said before hanging up on the person. You reached into the back of your desk drawer and pulled out your kimoyo beads. As you got them on your wrist you scrolled through your contacts and pressed Shuri’s name. The call rang for a few seconds before Shuri picked up, her holographic body appearing in front of you. 

“Hanging up on the Queen of a nation is an interesting move on the part of the White House I must admit,” Shuri spoke with a smirk. 

You didn’t even give her the satisfaction of looking up from your notes that were spread in front of you. “Shuri, I do not have time for your games today.” 

She rolled her eyes at your words, unsatisfied with the amount of attention you were giving her. She watched you flip through your notes a few times before curiosity got the best of her and she spoke. “What are you doing?” 

Strands of your hair fell in front of your face and you tucked them behind your ear as you shook your head and laughed slightly. “My job, I’m doing my job right now. As one tends to do when they’re at their place of work. Shouldn’t you be doing the same?” 

Shuri took that as a cue to continue with what she had called you about. “Ahh yes your job right, I forgot. The same job that made you lie to me?” 

That caught your attention, momentarily bringing your focus away from your notes. “Shuri, what are you talking about?” You looked up, meeting her eyes.  

“When I called you last week and asked you if your country,” She emphasized the ‘your’ “was going to continue their support of France, knowing they’re the ones carrying out attacks on our outreach centers. You told me no.” 

You pushed your eyes back down to the papers in front of you, of course, this is what Shuri wanted to discuss. It seemed you couldn’t escape the conversation surrounding Wakanda and France. 

“That is not what I said.” 

“Really? Because that’s what I took from our conversation. And then imagine my surprise when I’m made aware that my Y/N is on American television saying the opposite!” She spoke the last part almost comically but you could hear the twinge of irritation in her voice. 

You rolled your eyes and placed your palms flat on your desk, attempting to calm yourself down. You were already stressed about this topic and her berating isn’t what you needed right now. 

“The relationship between France and the United States is one with a long history of mutual support dating back to the formation of the United States-” 

“Oh don’t give me that Y/N!” Shuri threw her hands up in protest. “Don’t give me your politically correct answer!” 

“Then don’t twist my words!” You raised your voice and mimicked her by throwing your hands up. You quickly remembered you were at work, and while yelling was commonplace in the White House, you didn't want to draw any attention to yourself while you were communicating with Shuri. Something you weren't supposed to be doing.

 “I told you last week I didn't know and that’s the truth, nothing about it has come up in my notes.” 

“But today you said-” 

You put your hand up to stop Shuri from finishing. “Church and state.” That was all you had to say and Shuri knew to stop speaking. 

A year and a half ago when you two first started the entanglement you find yourself in, the number one problem between you two was work. One of you would pry information from the other one and you two would stay up all night bickering over policy. It got to the point where you spent the very little time you two had together due to busy schedules arguing over work. Thus the Church and State policy was created. 

You two joked that it was weird that you were applying the constitution to your relationship, but it was clear it was needed. The words were intended to be a reminder to keep your personal life and work life separate. Whenever someone said it the current conversation had to be dropped, no questions asked. 

Shuri took a deep breath and nodded knowing the rule had been created for the betterment of your relationship. You returned your eyes to the notes in front of you, desperate to find your mistake. Shuri watched you, sensing something was off but not being able to put her finger on it. It only took a few moments before it dawned on her. 

“You didn’t know, did you?” 

“Gonna need a little bit more clarification than that.” You said flipping over the page that currently had your attention. 

“About Wakanda and France, you didn’t know.” Shuri continued to speak confidently, sitting up further in her chair. “When I was shown the video of your press conference today I thought when the reporter asked the question you paused. I swore to Bast that you did but Okoye said I was crazy. I told her that I saw your tell but she couldn’t see it. You really had no idea about any of this.” 

You put your head in your hands and let out a groan. You hated how Shuri was able to read you so well. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Shuri once again nodded, sure in her realization that you didn’t know anything by your response. She debated hanging up and letting you continue looking at whatever had your attention but she didn’t want to end the conversation like that. The time you two had to speak was often brief, ruling a country didn’t yield much free time and your White House work always kept you busy. She wanted to at least leave you with something positive. 

Shuri watched you for a little bit longer, as you sat with your head in your hands. Deciding now was the perfect time to reveal her surprise. “I will be in your country tomorrow.”

You picked your head up out of your hands swiftly. “What did you just say?” 

“I will be in your country tomorrow,” Shuri repeated cooly as if you and her being on the same side of the world let alone in the same country was normal. 

You moved the papers that were in front of you away revealing your desk calendar, hoping you weren't too busy. You found today's date and then moved over to tomorrow where a big red X lay. That was an indicator that told you your whole day was blocked out, not free until the early hours of the next morning. You sighed knowing your chances of seeing her were slim anyway, even if you weren't busy, you had no idea what she was doing in the States.“What are you doing over here tomorrow?” 

“Good question, I should clarify when I say your country I do mean DC. I’ll be in town for the Developing Countries Ball that your boy is hosting.”

You grimaced at her nickname for the President but quickly snapped out of it. Your hands went to open your laptop and you found the file named DCB, containing all of the information about tomorrow's event.

 “I knew something was off.” You muttered to yourself checking the guest list once again. “Wakanda didn’t RSVP Shuri. We don’t have you listed as coming.” Maybe it had slipped her mind but you remembered having to break it to the President that Wakanda wouldn’t be coming. And the guest list in front of you supported it. 

Shuri just smiled her million-dollar smile at you. “Oh, I know we didn’t.” 

You blinked twice at her, willing yourself to believe what she was implying wasn’t true.

 “So you plan to just show up and what? There'll be no table, no planned greeting, it’ll be a mess!” You rambled on and Shuri sat quietly listening to you. Her silence was unnerving, so you thought about what you were saying. 

“There’ll be no table.” 

“There’ll be no table. Shuri repeated with a chuckle. 

Your eyes bore holes into Shuri’s holographic body as realization further sank in. “It’ll be a mess.” 

“Yeah won’t look too good, will it? Not being prepared in his own backyard, I don't think voters will like that so much.” 

You let out yet another groan and threw your head back against the plush office chair behind you. “You know when you do this you only make my job harder right? It only makes me have to work double time to cover his ass.” 

Shuri sat back in her chair, interlacing her fingers behind her head. “So don’t.” 

You rolled your eyes and spoke. “You forget I have a job, Shuri? The thing that pays my bills, makes sure I can eat and sleep comfortably at night. The job that practically says “cover the president's ass'' in its description.” 

“You don’t have to work for him and you know that. There's a job here for you whenever you want it.” The words flowed out of her mouth with immeasurable self-assuredness. This was a point she was familiar with making, insisting that the Kane Presidency, rather the United States, wasn't good enough for you. 

Asserting that your skills could be used for more than covering up the sins of politicians.  “And even if you didn’t want to work, I could always use a Queen to rule with.” 

“Making me a Queen before even making me your girlfriend, bold I must admit.” You retorted back quickly, immediately regretting it. You knew Shuri hated when you brought up the conversation surrounding your relationship, especially because there had always been an unspoken rule between the two of you. Titles weren’t needed, what was just what was. Simple as that.

“Y/N-” Shuri sat up out of her relaxed position as she tried to defend herself but the sound of the alarm on your phone stopped her. 

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, stopping the alarm. “I have my roundtable in five and I haven’t prepped my report yet.” You pulled another file up on your computer and began typing quickly. 

Shuri knew that meant her time with you was over for now. As much as she wanted to continue the conversation she respected your dedication to the job. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay sthandwa? Maybe I can come over since I’ll only be in town for a day and a half?.” 

You nodded, if you had been paying attention to what Shuri was saying you would have stopped her idea right then and there but your laptop had too much of your attention. But, “Mhm we can talk about it later.” was all you could say. 

Shuri took one last look at you before hanging up the phone, knowing you didn’t mean to be short, you were just clearly a little stressed. 

Your roundtable went well despite your lack of preparedness. Nobody spoke about the press conference from earlier and Wakanda nor France was even mentioned. Most of the evening was dedicated to talks of trade negotiations with Qatar and the developing countries ball. 

“One last thing while we’re still on the topic of the ball Mr.President?” You spoke up as the meeting was coming to a close. 

Despite the president's insistence that you call him by his first name, Jackson, you never could bring yourself to it. You liked to maintain a certain distance in your closeness with him, he was your boss after all. 

 You looked at him as he sat at The Resolute Desk, the same place every president had sat dating back to 1879, him only the second black man to sit there. He wore a black suit with a navy tie that complimented his skin tone well, with his American flag pin on his left side. He looked presidential, just as you had helped design him to be.

“You know it’s never just one last thing with Y/N.” The President said with a smile earning a laugh from the others in the Oval Office.   

“Just doing what you pay me for.” You said back with a smile and a nod.

“Always appreciated Y/N. Please let’s hear what you have to say.”

You looked around the room, generally, your opinion was trusted without question but this one was going to be a bit of a hard sell and you knew it. “We’re going to need one more table for tomorrow.” 

“And why would that be?” The president had a confused look on his face. “I thought we already finalized the guest list, who did we forget?” 

“I have reason to believe Wakanda will be in attendance tomorrow.” You said confidently. 

The president's chief of staff, Michael was the first to speak “Wakanda…Wakanda…Wakanda.” He said as he flipped through his notes. “No Wakanda is not coming, not only is Wakanda not coming they’re giving us a middle finger by not responding.” 

The president turned his attention back to you, awaiting your response. You could feel the pressure in the room as everyone else wondered where your claim was coming from. 

“Based on the intel I’ve gathered I have reason to believe that Wakanda plans to attend tomorrow. Queen Shuri and a few Dora Milaje members if I had to guess.” 

The president took a deep breath in. “Well your intel hasn’t failed us yet Y/N, no reason to believe it will now. Michael, talk to the events coordinator, and let’s set up a table with, what do you say, 8 chairs Y/N?” 

You nodded in response as you started packing your things up, not as bad as you thought it was going to be. 

“Yeah, let’s get a table with eight chairs set up for Wakanda.” He looked around the room. “Well everyone I see no need to hold you all here too late given what we’ve got in store for tomorrow. Everyone go home, I don’t want to see any of you in your office after an hour!” 

The people in the room all laughed at the president's comment, you were happy knowing you could take your work and finish it at home. Everyone slowly filed out of the room and you were one of the last, bidding your farewell to those still there as you left. You made it out of the oval and down the hallway that led to your office before you felt someone walking beside you. 

“You ever gonna tell me how you do it 007?” The voice asked, you looked up and were met with Michael’s face. He was older than you and had been in the political sphere for longer but there was mutual respect shared between the two of you. It had even developed into a friendly rivalry. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me 007?” You laughed before turning your face serious. “At least not in public.” 

You both paused walking and stared at each other sternly for a few seconds before cracking up in a fit of laughter. 

“I’m serious Y/N how do you do it!” Michael exclaimed when you reached the door to your office. He stood there as you unlocked it and walked in behind you once it was open. 

“If I gave you all my secrets Michael, I wouldn’t have a job would I?” You walked around to your desk and kicked off your heels, happy to be done with them for the day. 

Michael plopped down in one of the chairs opposite your desk. “Just tell me this once how you do it 007, tell me one thing and I won’t ask again!” 

Sliding the comfortable slippers on your feet you spoke. “Nobody really wants to know how the sausage is made. Just be happy I saved your ass hmm?” 

The older man rolled his eyes at your words, watching as you packed your bag up with the things you would need to work from home. “Oh, you’re actually listening to him and going home? Didn’t expect that from you, I must admit.” 

You look up from your bag. “You’re not?” 

Michael shook his head as he rose from the chair. “I live here Y/N, you know this. Someone has to be here to ensure liberty is protected and our nation is secure, blah blah blah.” By the time he had finished, he had made it to the door of your office. 

“Have a good night Michael.” You said with a chuckle, he always did have a certain determination about work that you appreciated. While you let your work dictate your life, work was his entire life. 

He put his hand up to wave goodbye and walked out of your office before turning around and poking just his head back in. “I’m gonna figure you out, I will figure out how you know these things.” 

You cocked your eyebrows at him and smiled. “Figure me out or die trying, that’s the saying right?” 

 He returned your smile and turned back around. “Night night 007.” 

You finished packing your bags and made your way out of the White House, making sure to say goodbye to Morris as you walked out of the front gates. You made your way to your car and drove the 15 minutes it took to get back to your place. 

Pulling into your garage you made a mental note to call your gardener and have them do a refresh of your small front yard, your flowers were starting to wilt. You entered your house through the garage door and kicked off your work slippers and put on your house shoes. Setting your bag down on the couch you made your way into the kitchen, stomach hungry for something to eat. 

You browsed through your fridge, there was food you could cook but that was going to require something you were running low on at the moment, energy. Moving over to your cabinet the bag of popcorn caught your eye, you had promised Shuri you would stop just eating wine and popcorn as meals but desperate times called for desperate measures. You pulled the popcorn and a bottle of red wine along with a cup down from various cabinets and laid them out on the counter, ready for you when you came back. 

You made it into your bedroom where you stripped and took a long hot shower. Allowing the steam to rinse away the stress from today. After getting out you moisturized with the shea butter Shuri had bought you and dressed in a pair of shorts and one of her sweatshirts. The smell had started to fade from this one and it made you sad to know that meant the last time you saw her was further and further away. 

You grabbed your water bottle from your nightstand and made your way back to the kitchen. As you waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave you popped the cork on the wine bottle and poured a hefty glass for yourself. You savored the full-bodied taste of the red wine, the one you had chosen was one of your favorites, first introduced to you by your mother. 

The popcorn finished and you held the bag in one hand with the bottle of wine tucked into the crook of your arm and your glass in the other hand. You walked into your living room and sat everything in your hands on the coffee table in front of you before reaching into your bag and pulling out your laptop, kimoyo beads, and both your personal and work phone. 

Opening your laptop you threw back a couple of pieces of popcorn and got to work. While the developing countries' ball was at the forefront of most upper cabinet members' minds, you had moved past it. Knowing that Michael and the events coordinators would take care of the table and greeting, your job concerning that was now done. Now you were focused on your next big project, re-election. 

You tapped through a few files that served as decoys and entered the passcode that let you into what you were looking for. The file that held every ounce of dirt you and the US government could find on the presidential rival candidates. You reached for your glass and took a sip of wine, holding the glass in your hand as you picked up where you left off, digging through one candidate's fiscal records. That were obtained 100% legally…maybe.  

“Donated to pro-life fundraiser, not very left wing of you.” You said to yourself adding that new information into the file, sometimes it was too easy. 

Something buzzed next to you and you looked down to see a call from Shuri on your kimoyo beads. You slid them on your wrist and picked up, now that you were more calm seeing her call felt more like a relief than a stressor. 

“Hello, my love.” You said sweetly smiling at her as her holographic body popped up from your wrist. You could tell she was in her lab by the background, more specifically in her corner station. She had a turtleneck underneath her lab coat and you could see her black slacks just peeking into the frame. 

“Oh, now I am my love?” Shuri asked with a chuckle, she knew your attitude earlier wasn’t intentional but she enjoyed messing with you about it anyway. 

“I’m sorry, earlier I was just stressed with work, you know how I get.” You said apologetically. 

“I am just teasing you sthandwa, I know you didn’t mean to be rude.” Shuri smiled at you and you returned one to her before grabbing a handful of popcorn and munching on it. 

“Are you eating popcorn?” She asked as she watched you throw another handful back. 

“Mayh-be.” You responded hesitantly through a mouth of popcorn. 

“And I see that wine glass in the corner, Y/N we talked about this!” Shuri exclaimed. “Real food, you promised you would eat real food.” 

You finished chewing before speaking. “This is real food!” You held up the bag of popcorn. “Popcorn is just corn, that's a vegetable.” You put the popcorn down and picked up the glass of wine. “And wine is just grapes, that's a fruit.” You accentuated your point by taking a sip of wine. 

“HA!” Shuri let out a hearty laugh. “That’s wrong and you know it.” 

“My points would hold up in a court of law.” You said matter of factly letting a smile crack on your face. Moments like these you loved, when the both of you were just being you, making each other smile. 

“Bull shi-” Shuri went to cry out but the sound of ringing from your end stopped her. You recognized the sound of the ringing and knew it meant someone was calling your personal phone. Not many people had your personal number anymore and you didn’t use the phone for much of anything these days. Normally you would have immediately checked who it was but you didn’t move your eyes from Shuri. 

“Aren't you going to get that?” She asked. 

You shook your head no and reached down to silence your phone without looking at who was calling. “Whoever it is can wait, I’m talking to a pretty girl right now.” 

Shuri smiled again and began speaking. “Anyway so I was thinking since I’ll be in town tomorrow, maybe I could come ove-” 

The sound of your phone ringing once again cut her off. 

“Mrs.popular today aren't we,” Shuri said smartly. “You should get that, it must be important if they're calling you twice.” 

“Shuri-” You wanted to stop her but before you could she said “We’ll talk later Y/N.” and ended the call. Your phone next to you had stopped ringing and you let out a groan. Shuri being irritated with you right before she came into town was the last thing you wanted. 

Your phone beside you rang for the third time and it confirmed your suspicions. Aside from Shuri, there was only one person in your life who felt entitled enough over you to blow up your phone. You took a deep breath and flipped it over before picking it up. 

“Hello, mother.” 

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[evita-shelby]

Fics wth dad Tommy are my weakness Can i have one with him fathering his boys across the years, sometimes he does well, other times not so much. But his wife is always there to make sure that her boys are good to each other and take care of one another because that's how a shelby family work.

The Shelby Boys

Gif by @perioddramasource

1925

Charlie is three when he draws on the pristine ivory walls of Arrow House.

Tommy crouched down beside him and remembered he couldn’t be too harsh on a boy of three. He wouldn’t raise his children like his parents raised him. Besides, his wife would murder him if he ever raised a hand against Charlie and his unborn sister.

“What did we say about drawing on the walls, Charlie?” he asked the boy who concentrates on his stick figure portrait as if he were Michelangelo and this was his Sistine chapel.

“Not to.” The boy said stopped his drawing. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Oh no, boy, the one you’re going to have to apologize to is Frances ---and Sandra and Molly--- who have to erase your masterpiece of the walls.” Tommy ruffled his hair.

“What’s that?” the boy asks confused.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go downstairs to the room where your mum keeps all the paintings, so I can show you.”

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1935

“No.” Tommy shook his finger at three-year-old Gabriel who promptly ignores him.

“What did we say about the N word?” his wife asks condescendingly. She mocks him because little Gabe has learned to tune out the word no.

Charlie and Diane had been angels compared to Gabriel Thomas Shelby.

Polly had been right to give the boy his name.

“We don’t draw on the walls, Gabe.” Tommy tried again.

“Why?” the toddler whined, stamping his little feet.

Thomas swore that was his son’s favorite word.

“Because Aunt Polly will be disappointed in you.” He tells his little boy. Polly was the closest thing they had to a grandmother, neither he nor his wife had a living mother to dote on their children, so it fell on Polly to fill the role.

“’m sorry.” His little boy pouted sadly and looked at the floor. Couldn’t say it properly yet, and that was probably what made it so easy for Gabe to be forgiven so easily.

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1932

Charles Henry Shelby is ten when he says the unimaginable.

“I hate you!” Charlie yells and slams the door.

“Charles Henry, you open this door right now—” he begins, but his wife stops him.

“If you yell at him, it will make it worse.” She says like a sage.

A sage holding their two-year-old girl on her hip and making sure the six- and five-year-old go straight into the kitchen for snacks.

His wife was born to be a mother he thinks.

If only fatherhood came as easy as motherhood did to her.

“Charlie, kid, tell me what’s wrong.” Tommy groans as he sits beside the locked door. He had some hints as to what this outburst was about, but if he got Charlie to speak about it, he’d call it a victory.

“Why do you make me be friends with people who hate me?” he sniffled from the other side of the door.

“You don’t have to be friends with them, Charlie.” He told his boy. “I may work with their fathers, but you don’t have to put up with them.”

“That’s the problem, you work with people who hate people like us!” Charlie insisted.

Thomas would’ve thought that because Mosley had lost his seat last year, things would be better. He didn’t have to join this new party of his, but it seemed the issues had come to Charlie in the form of racist schoolchildren.

“You can say racist, Charlie.” Tommy suggested.

“Fine.” His son grumbled and then asked. “Why do you work with racist people?”

A question that Tommy couldn’t answer truthfully.

Or perhaps he could, his children could keep secrets.

“What if I told you this was a secret mission, like the ones your mummy did when she lived in Mexico.” He begins.

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1936

“I hate you!” Gabe yells, stomps all the way to his room and slams the door hard enough for him to wonder if Johnny Dogs will have to take a look at the hinges again.

Gabriel’s ten and its 1936. Two entire years after Tommy stopped pretending to be a Fascist sympathizer and declared himself Mosley’s enemy.

Suffice to say it didn’t make things easier for his children.

“Do you want to talk about it, kid?” he was forty-six now, it was getting difficult to sit by the door and coax his children to speak to him.

“No.” Gabe said with angry tears.

“Fine, I won’t push you to talk if you don’t want to.” He said and remained there to show his son he wasn’t alone, and that Tommy loved him even if he claims to hate him.

It’s been half an hour when Gabe speaks again.

“Are you gonna stay there all night?” his boy asked, concerned now.

They were stubborn as mules, times like these made him smile because Polly was right to name him Gabriel Thomas.

“Pol said never go to bed angry, you know. Can’t sleep if you still hate me.” He tells the boy.

Polly was God to them, Saint Polly of Small Heath who was all wise and all loving.

“I don’t hate you, daddy.” The ten-year old said. Been a while since he called Thomas daddy, said he was not a baby and called him dad instead.

“What happened in school today, Gabriel?” he asked again.

He hears the lock on the door unlock and let himself fall when the little boy opened the door. It was stupid, felt stupid doing it, but he knew it made the children more comfortable around him.

“I got in a fight.” He answered, head still bowed, looking at his feet.

“Did you win?” Tommy asked his son and the remorseful little boy nodded.

Should’ve just named him Thomas, Polly, the man thinks as he tries to explain why violence is not always the answer.

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1939

Charles Henry Shelby is seventeen when he brings his first girlfriend to dinner.

This was a week after war was declared on Germany and Churchill made him part of his Cabinet.

Mary Churchill was the last girl Thomas had expected to see with him.

“They’ve been friends since they were seven, Tom, Clementine even hinted at it at the last picnic we went to.” His wife points out as they dress for dinner. “Swallow your dislike for Churchill and the Tories and welcome your future daughter-in-law like she’s just another girl, love.”

Thomas said nothing and drank the rest of his whiskey.

“Aren’t you going to say something, dad?” Charlie asked concerned.

“Welcome to the family, Mary.” Tommy manages to say.

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1943

Gabriel Thomas Shelby is seventeen when he brings his third or fourth girlfriend to dinner.

If Thomas thought Mary being his daughter-in-law was terrible, this took the cake.

“Love, I think I’m having a stroke.” Tommy whispers to his wife.

Lucia Changretta.

Luca Changretta’s daughter.

Diane tries to keep the peace, his wife pretends its all fine, Flora had Andy sweating bullets for whatever reason he’ll yell at her later and Charlie is wondering how to explain this to Mary in the most discrete way he can.

“Welcome to the family, Lucia.” Tommy says covering up Mary’s surprised gasp.

Somewhere in hell, Luca is being forced to watch this too.

Other dad!Tommy fics: Diane Elizabeth (Diane) and Six years old (Florence)

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[dandelions-143]

Young Gods master list

Character Over View

I had a little writers block so I made these to hopefully get my brain to work again 🖤

Bang Christopher Chan

26

nickname: Boss

works for his father

soft only for her

possessive

over protective

Bad boy

Good Heart

killer

Holds most things in

Confident

Quiet anger

devilish

loyal

black everything

humble

dominant

sports cars

whiskey on ice

Expensive suits

BDSM

Vouerism

Quote:

“The Devil and I get along just fine.”

Yi Nara “Nabi”

23

Daughter of a Mafia Boss

Korean

Nickname: Nabi meaning butterfly

College degree in business

Artist/painter to be exact but no one really knows that about her

Outspoken

Bratty

Free spirit

Sheltered

Passionate

Soft browns

Short skirts

Oversized sweaters

Long brown hair

Mousy

petite features

pouty lips

Best friends with Nam Chion - Sa

Princess complex

Rebellious

Chans Princess

Quote:

“He’s not perfect but he’s all I want.”

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Lee Minho

25

Parents were murdered

Nickname Lee Know

Knives over guns

very manipulative

sharp features

sharp eyes

Self proclaimed man whore

control

quiet most of the time

calm demeanor/angry eyes

jewelry on bare skin

Cats

Dark jeans

White dress shirts

Silk sheets

Teasing and Toys

Minajatwa

Mysterious

Quote:

“You are an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.”

Nam Chion - Sa

Lee Knows girl

25

Works for Nabi’s father

Nabi’s friend

Grew up with Nabi

Long Black hair

Eyes so dark they look black

Korean

Big almond eyes

Red lips

Guns

Martial arts

Smart

Cunning

Doesn’t trust anyone

Loyal to Nabi

Nickname: little devil

Only soft for him

Family: unknown

Quote:

“You’re cute but you’d look cuter with my legs over your shoulders.”

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Seo Changbin

24

Nickname: Binnie

the muscle

street fighter

prefers his hands more than weapons

brass knuckles

anger issues

stubborn

outgoing

talkative

Generous to the ones he loves

energetic

Soju

comes from old money

younger sister, Seo Jin-Ae

Rich parents

Black and red

Gym bro

Controlling but only in the bedroom

Quote:

“Didn’t I say no whining? Be a good girl.”

Byun Jiah

Changbins girl

24

Lives alone

Ballerina

Light pinks and whites

Lace

Bows

Coy

Korean and white

Blonde curly hair

Heart on her sleeve

Loyal

Divorced parents

Passionate

Dedicated

Can be jealous

Soft giggles

Tender touches

Nickname little one

Quote:

“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.”

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Hwang Hyunjin

24

older half brother (different fathers so different last names) to Jeongin

stoic

Blood

killer

chains

guns

Protective of his brother and members

knows he's handsome and uses it to his advantage

rarely shows any emotions unless it’s anger

Gin and Tonic

Selective

hard to get to know

Red satin

art exhibitions

orphan

dad is dead

mother is an alcholic

Sadism

Damaged

Quote:

“You look pretty with blood all over your face.”

Flora DuPont

Hyunjins girl

23

Mother dead

Father teacher

Moved to Seoul when she was 7

Originally from Paris, France

Good girl but only for him

Soft with a dark side

Sweet venom

smart ass

Poetry

Books

Music

Glasses

Dark hair

Dark eyes

Olive skin

Secrets

Middle class

Young demeanor

Likes trouble

Nickname: little monster

Quote:

“You’re important to me, you piece of shit!”

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Han Jisung

23

outgoing

funny

loud mouth

jokester

loves a good time

rarely serious

Huge flirt

closest with Chan and Binnie

weapons specialist

minimalist

private movie collection

black sheets

Submissive but only for her

soft lips

protective hugs

Uses humor to mask his feelings

Never knew his father

Mother left when he was five

Lived with his grandmother until he turned 18

Quote:

“A knife? Are you flirting with me?”

Tae Min - Ji

Hans girl

23

Doesn’t know where her parents are

Orphaned since birth

In business with Chun Mee

Lives with Chun Mee

Femme Fatale

sexy and she knows it

Grew up on the streets

Reds and blacks

Red hair

Red nails

Lace and leather

Stilettos

Dominant

curvy

Dirty mind

Cunning

Cigarettes

Nickname: little trouble

Quote:

“It’s only illegal if I get caught.”

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Lee Yongbok Felix

Felix

23 years old

Australian

Parents live in Australia

Big smiles

knows when to be serious

has a dark side

very touchy

Warm hugs

soft with his loved ones

hand to hand combat

trained in multiple martial arts

wealthy

praise kink

blues

satin

lace

easily jealous

The sun

Classical music

Quote:

“She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had.”

Seo Jin - Ae

22

changbins little sister

Felixs girl

Dancer

Bossy

Quiet

Reserved

Very close with her brother and members

Knows all about their business

Tomboy

Animal lover

Cute

Short

Passionate

Mature

The moon

Bite marks

Nickname: little Darling

Quote:

“ I want to scream his name.”

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Kim Seungmin

22

Runaway

thief

brutally honest

likes to create trouble

Jeongins best friend

angers easily

doesn't show it but feels things very deeply

has an "I don't care" disposition

likes to be alone a lot

possessive

Voyeurism/BDSM

bourbon

grey satin sheets

late nights

motorcycles

parents still together

Abusive father

Quote:

“I broke all my rules for that little tease.”

Chun Mee

Seungmins girl

Korean and Japanese

21

Long bleached blond hair

Street smart

Lives with Tae Min - Ji

Runs a small weed business

Smart

Bitchy

Sarcastic

Both parents are dead

Met Min-Ji in the orphanage she grew up in

On the taller side

Black and white

White wine

Simple street style

Doesn’t like to be touched unless it’s him

Quote:

“I saw magic in his eyes. Dirty, dark, beautiful magic.”

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Jeongin

20

youngest in the group

hacker

computer specialist

very smart

Hyunjins younger half brother

light hearted

Sweet smiles

innocent aura

dangerous

neck kisses

red roses

loves the cold

works the hardest

Feels like he has something to prove

Seungmins best friend

same mother as Hyunjin

Father drug addict

Ran away with Hyunjin when he joined Chan

Shy around her

Orgasm control

Quote:

“My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do?”

Iris Cheslyn

I.N.s girl

19

Dark skin

light eyes

black curly hair

American

Soft

Sweet

Calm

Has both parents

College student

Restless with current life

Knows nothing of the mafia world

Moved to Korea when she was 11

Beige and soft colors

Smiles a lot

Shy

Nickname: beauty

Quote:

“Please over use your intelligence. It’s insanely sexy.”

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[hymemena]

100 Gecs (2023 Album) 10,000 Gecs Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Drug use, drugs, death, religious themes, smoking, mental health, food, sensory problems, guns, weapons, threats, death threats, stalking, murder, abuse, injury, violence, insomnia, cursing

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Dumbest Girl Alive

"If you think I'm stupid now, you should see me when I'm high."

"I'm smarter than I look."

"I'm the dumbest girl alive."

"Never ask me what I think."

"Money coming from my eyes."

"I'm so happy I could die!"

"Put emojis on my grave."

"Yeah, I'll fuckin' text you back."

757

"Yeah, I'll never go to Heaven."

"I've been smokin' since eleven."

"I got problems with my spending."

"Doing eight in a thirty."

"I'm never in a hurry."

"Everybody wanna party!"

"Wish that I was more discerning."

"Where's the water?"

"Today I'm feeling pitiful."

"I'm taking things too literal when it was hypothetical."

"Now, I'm whining over nothing."

Hollywood Baby

"What you crying about, Baby?"

"Did you get the payment?"

"We had an arrangement."

"Do you wanna party?"

"So go pitch your fit, no one gives a shit."

"I'm going crazy."

"Do you buckle under pressure?"

"You'll never make it in Hollywood, Baby."

Frog On The Floor

"Where'd he come from?"

"Nobody knows."

"He's been chillin' in the basement for a minute."

"It's time we move into the kitchen."

"Make him feel safe."

"Frog on the floor."

"Hey, yeah, I heard you met my friend the other weekend."

"He got on his front legs and did a keg stand."

"The party got real."

"He was chasing flies around."

"Give him some space, he's still workin' it out."

"He doesn't know what people think about."

"He gets the party jumping."

Doritos & Fritos

"Okay, I went to France."

"I went to Greece to get something to eat."

"I'm hard to please."

"Okay, I saw the beach."

"It's one hundred degrees."

"I'll swim in the ocean."

"The TV's tuned to cable."

"I'm sleeping when I'm able."

"The TV's on so loud it hurts my brain."

"I'm eating burritos."

"Jeez Louise, I'm weak in the knees."

"I'm joining the circus."

"I'm lying to strangers."

"I'm looking for danger!"

Billy Knows Jamie

"-Muse- got a gun."

"-Muse-'s gonna kill me, think I need to run."

"-Muse- is kinda scary when he's lookin' at you."

"Run!"

"I've heard it all before."

"He's like a movie star."

"They say he's so deranged."

"Bought mace to keep me safe."

"It's not enough to stay away."

"He knows my house and he knows my name."

"I'm in the closet scared."

"He's kicking down the door."

One Million Dollars

"One million dollars."

"I'm a marijuana addict."

"Fuck you!"

The Most Wanted Person In The United States

"I turned on the news."

"I turned on the news and it said that I was the number one most wanted person in the United States."

"Yeah, I'm a real killer."

"I just killed -muse- and then I ate his dinner."

"I took his car."

"I took his car and I crashed it in the river."

"I was born in the winter."

"Hot like the summer."

"Don't cry to me."

"Don't cry to me, I'm not your mother."

"Everybody shuts the fuck up when I'm passing."

"I'm laughing 'cause shit's so funny."

"Oh, is it hot like that?"

"Yeah, it's hot like that."

"Don't need to ask me."

I Got My Tooth Removed

"You were tough."

"You were unforgiving."

"Made me cry all the time."

"You were mean, such an asshole."

"I had to say goodbye."

"I don't wanna talk about it ever again."

"My head's like a ton of bricks."

"This dumb bitch still learns new tricks."

"I woke up and was down horrendous."

"I think I need to see a dentist."

"Praying to a fuckin' God I'll never be."

"If it's gonna fix itself, I guess it's just as well."

"It doesn't hurt me every day so I just let it get away."

"I'll deal with it another day."

"I guess that day just never came."

"I don't know what to do."

"My cheek swelled up twice its size."

"Playing Operation with a safety pin."

"Looking up home remedies."

"I'm staring at the ceiling, counting seconds 'til I get to sleep."

"That shit didn't work."

"I promised you, honest, tried my hardest."

mememe

"Back once again."

"You'll never really know."

"You'll never really know anything about me."

"No, you'll never really know anything."

"When we were together I tried to tell you."

"I used to tap dance when I was in choir."

"I broke my arm when my -parent- crashed a go-kart."

"I tried on your lipstick, I thought I looked pretty."

"You're always so busy."

"You're always so busy so you never hear me."

"Do I sound like a joke when I'm talking to you?"

"I take it back."

"You say so many things."

"I'll laugh too fucking hard."

"You probably think I'm so mean."

"I don't even know you."

"I guess it's such an easy game."

"Could you explain it all away?"

"OK, bet, I forget."

"I don't think I'll pretend it's cool."

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[hisnowbie2]

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Summary:

¤ You adopted one furry, and one furry is enough, because eversince your history with furry wasn't nice, you still decided why not? Not all furries are the same. Even your friends whined you to have one, since you couldn't pull a boyfriend for youe last 24 years. And so you did adopt one furry, a golden retriever hybrid. Things might not have start out well, but at least it's going to be good in the end, right? ... Right? ¤

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The fact that now after the meeting, you were told that Jake is walking around your office had you anxious. Hyejin told you that she met him, Dohee lets him in to the floor that your office is at, you are just in critical condition on how to meet him. You remembered in your studies that hybrids don't talk, yet they are able to communication using written or typed out messages. You believed in communication is a key, but now that Jake is a golden retriever hybrid, you had to think through on how to make the first impression better.

Dohee makes her first impression the worst, and you can definitely confirm that, based on the years the both of you have met. The same to Hyejin, at least, not as bad a Dohee. You supposed to think that Hyejin has a similar personality to Jake, and that is how you see when you noticed that you were being added into a group with the girls and Jake. You know Jake is similar to Hyejin's personality, but as you are walking towards your office got you more anxious with every step closer. Hell, you even feel the need to go for a washroom break probsbly for about an hour before forcing yourself to be dragged out. Either way, you are deeply afraid of the outcome.

You had to pursue yourself that everything should be fine, you are placed with Jake for a reason, he should make you feel comfortable.

You reach by your office door, yet can't make an effort to open the door and welcome Jake with open arms. Gosh, is that cringe? Bet it is. You sigh right in front of the closed door and weirdly enough, you grow close, ears attached to the door as you try to listen if of any footsteps inside.

Is... he not in there? You frown and decided to just open a little bit of the door, just trying to take a peek. You see your table, but not enough to see the space in front of your table. You slowly open the door a little bigger, yet a sound alerts you to jolt upwards and push the door harshly at once.

A whimper from your back caused you to overreact, and a turn makes you see who is the creation of the sound.

"Jake?" He tilted his head before nodding happily, hearing that you are calling his name. You can feel your heart beats fast, calming your heartbeat as you breathe in and out calmly before rubbing the back of your neck. "Hi?"

He smiles, runs towards you and force your hand toshake with his. Maybe trying to say hi back, but your sight sensed to your brain that he is trying to say hi, in an overly excited manner.

Typical doggo personality.

You force yourself to smile before switching sights between your office room and him. "Do you wanna, like, go into my office room?"

He nods his head excitedly, and you excused yourself to make way for himself to go into your office room, ending with a door closed from your back as you closed it.

Clearing your throat, he stops looking around and gets the attention to you, tail wagging non-stop.

"So, Jake, it must be hard for you to interact with me and my friends, so I guess you can use your phone to communicate with us?" He barks followed by a nod. You hums and continues. "And also, I am going to France for a work meeting, so..." you take out your bank card out and shove to his palm. "Take it and use it to buy whatever you want and need. I just want to say, Dohee is a good lady. She won't bite you-"

At the sentence that you mentioned Dohee got his tail to stop wagging. You panicked and gave him your honest reason. "Er no no no, Hyejin has to come with me to France and that leaves Dohee attending this company all on her own, so you might see her tomorrow more than us. Look I am so sorry but Hyejin and I has confirmed the meeting schedule and there is no way I can postpone it so-"

Jake barks and it made you stop blabbering your reason. He takes out his phone and type something, only for you to receive a notification after he is done.

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You look up to him, still feeling guilty to leave him with a lady that he probably is afraid of, but the next sentence he sent made you relieve that he actually cares to understand you.

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You smile at how he called them noona, reaching out for his hair and scratch him, earning his comfort face.

"I will be back before the party is held. In the meantime, I told Dohee that she can bring you to malls for a shopping time." You release him and smile. "So use my card, okay?"

He nods excitedly and wags his tail. Gosh he is a cutiepie.

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This isn’t for the likes of you -Enjolras x OC character

Enjolras x FemReader, slowburn, eventual smut, angst, age gap, attempt of sexual assault OC character, enemies to lovers.

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‘’Ugh this dress is so itchy!!’’ She pinched her sides hoping to get rid of the annoying itch that was caused by the new dress her father picked out for her. He said she needed to look presentable for tonight’s dinner party, maybe it was because her father had a possible suitor for marriage or maybe it was going to be all business. He did say he had some exciting news.

She was already 18 years old, normally girls her age would have already been pregnant with their second child. The plan was to get Sophia married at age 16, but Sophia did everything to sabotage that idea. She didn’t want that life or this life. Having all the money and not being able to use it for the poor frustrated her. Instead the money was being spent on dresses, banquets, dinner parties and political parties. Although when it came to politics, France was as rotten as it could be. There was so much poverty, workers weren’t being paid well and taxes were getting higher. 

Soldiers were getting more disrespectful towards the poor or average living people and they kissed the ground where the rich would walk upon. It’s a twisted game, and sadly Sophia was a part of it. Her father is one of the most respected people of Paris, not to mention one of the richest as well. And Sophia hated it, the way her world was built on lies, on how his money would be part of a better Paris, but in reality they just wanted more control of the city, and more money. Freedom of speech would be punished roughly and if you didn’t have a name to the city they would discard you without any question. Paris was corrupted by the men that promised a better future, but their promises were nothing but empty.

‘’My lady, this dress looks absolutely beautiful on you, I would bet your father would be most pleased with how you look tonight at the dinner party’’ said the housemaid. Sophia huffed out a heavy breath, truth to be honest, the dress was horrible, the color made her look paler than she really is, and her make up wasn’t helping as well. Her painted rosy cheeks were the only thing standing out. Yes, this was the beauty standard for wealthy people, she hated it. Her hair was up in numerous tangles and a few strands were framing her face. Her scalp was already hurting from the housemaid pulling and curling her hair to her liking. And let’s not talk about the shoes! 

‘’Thank you Anna, you are most kind with your words, I must thank you for all your hard work’’ Sophia gave Anna the housemaid a small smile, the housemaid was a kind middle-aged woman who did not have the fortune of finding a husband so she pledged her life to service. Sophia’s father sometimes jests about how if Sophia didn’t find a husband soon her life would become like Anna’s. 

But Sophia knew that it wasn't a jest at all. It was a mockery as well. 

It's not that she hated her father, no she loved him. It was the world her father was living in she hated. Her step-mother was different from her father. She was mean and only had eyes for her 2 year old son. 

She was the one who brought her father to the idea of her getting married. Just so that Sophia could move out of the house and her Step-mother wouldn't be bothered with her. A husband would take care of her. While she could use the extra room for expanding her clothing closet. 

‘’I bet Lady Elyna would also be pleased to see you like this, this could very well be the night you find a proper suitor, My Lady’’ Anna replied excitedly. Anna was oblivious to all the poison in her household and she wanted a happy life for Sophia. A good home with a caring husband that would take care of her and her needs. But Sophia didn’t want to follow society rules or expectations. So she just huffed and itched her body again as the dress was still uncomfortable.

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 Candles were flickering, a nice feast was placed on the table that was way too long, wine was being served. Same old same old. Apart from the meal everything was bland. It had no personality whatsoever. The wine tasted bitter as Sophia took sips, it made her shudder a little. 

Sometimes she would like the idea of just going to an inn and ordering some mystery soup and eating it with just a loaf of bread, maybe adding some slices of cheese with it. It was a simple thought, but Sophia knew that that life was more appealing to her. Yet, she wasn’t complaining when she took a bite out of the roasted ham with gravy and the baked potato that was just cooked right to its firmness.

‘’I have discussed some manners with Monsieur Gillenormand and he says his son Marius would be a perfect fit for marriage.’’ Her father looked pleased while he sipped his sour wine. Sophia said nothing and let the grown ups talk for a while, guess tonight she would have to focus on her dinner and making sure her elbows stay below the table, because in the end she would have nothing to say anyway. 

The evening took them away to more political talk and more plans for the wedding, this was the usual, political talk, wedding plans. And as they planned things, Sophia did everything in her head to sabotage those plans, to maybe scare Marius away from her, or to act like an absolute spoiled brat. 

‘’My sweet daughter, where’s that head of yours?’’ 

‘’I’m just thinking on what flowers I have to put in my hair for with the wedding dress’’

Sophia answered. Her step-mother scoffed and rolled her eyes. ‘’Don’t make me laugh darling, we know you keep sabotaging potential marriages, I bet you’re already thinking of a hundred ways of how to get out of this one’’

‘’Oh my sweet Sophia, I can assure you, Marius is a good man, he will take proper care of you.’’

It did sound like a great life, but Sophia didn’t want that, she wanted adventure, like the stories she read in her books, but she is a woman, and society expected her to be a wife, bear children, wave and smile and speak when spoken to. 

‘’Can I be excused father? The wine has left me tired and in dire need of slumber.’’ Her father nodded and Sophia took off to her room.

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She did sleep right after dinner, but she woke up around late in the night, she was restless and reading a book with some candlelight flickering in the background didn’t settle her nerves like it always used to do. Her big room felt small and suffocating, even though you could literally place another dining table in the room. She needed to get out of the house. Maybe she will, and even so without an escort! The idea was absurd, and no one has seen someone from the Abadie household without an escort outside their big esteemed mansion. But Sophia needed to see the city alone, to wander without someone looking over her shoulder. She knew the city wasn’t asleep yet, the people of France were hardworking and merchants would still sell items deep in the night till the morning sun would be almost up. The merchants would switch with their partners to take the day for selling until they run out. 

Without a thought Sophia stood in front of her bedroom door, already dressed warm for the night. Was she really going to do this? And what makes it tonight  that she decided to do something so reckless. To go out without an escort, knowing that it could be dangerous out there. Especially since some of the people loathed anything that had to do with the Abadie’s. But for some reason that excited her even more.

She tiptoed through the halls, careful not to wake anyone, casually dodging some late-night housekeepers by hiding around corners. Her heart was beating fast and she was filled with adrenaline. 

She reached the front door, Gardenias were carved into the wooden door. The flowers that belong to their household name. But the way her family did their business nowadays had nothing to respect those flowers anymore. Gardenias were a representation for true and secret love. But there was barely any love to give. Her step-mother married her father for money. And now she is being married off to someone she doesn’t even know yet. How can love be true?

She opened the door, ready to step into the busy night. She was anxious and excited. She really was going to do this. She couldn’t wait to see what happened and what type of people roamed the streets at night. The lights from other houses in her neighborhood were already off, curtains were closed signaling that the people went to sleep. But once she stepped foot on the streets of the neighborhood where the common folk live she saw lights were still on and the streets were still full with people. Merchants were yelling out their sales and pubs were filled with cheerful, drunk and depressed people.

People were looking at her and whispering to each other's ears. It was probably something about her walking the streets alone and her being from the Abadie household. Judgemental looks from men and sorrowful smiles from old women with an occasional jealous look from a young woman probably wishing her life was like Sophia’s. It was an odd uncomfortable feeling but Sophia didn’t let that take her back home. She wanted to explore. Have a taste of the mundane life.

She turned a corner, the streets were getting fuller and people were more bunched together. She could hear a man talk about the Royalists and about the freedom of France. Along with some cheers. Sophia agreed with the man’s preachers. But what startled her is that the man pointed towards her with an accusing finger. ‘’Here in our midst we have a Royalist! Do you have anything to say, how will we make you realize you and your fellow Royalists corrupt the beauty of France. You take away it’s beauty!’’ 

Sophia didn’t know how to answer that question, it was more like an attack than a question anyway. Hateful angry eyes were directed at her while she stumbled on her words, but she was left speechless. She desperately wanted to answer that she didn’t want to be a Royalist and wanted to join the Revolutionists. But when she wanted to answer she was shut down. ‘’See people! This is what ignorance looks like, you want people like her to rule France!?”

Sophia turned around wanting to get away from this situation. ‘’That’s right! Walk away from us, that’s what you Royalists always do, ignore our thoughts and pleas!’’ the man yelled after her.

Tears were stuck behind her eyes as she walked away, but she would not cry, she refused. She would not cry for the actions of her family, because it wasn’t her fault she was born in a rich household. It’s not her fault that her father had other ideals than her. And so she kept her back strong and walked into a tavern, hoping some wine would help her ease the anxiousness. 

Once she got inside the tavern she took a look around. It was full, barely any seats left, until she found a lonely chair in the corner. The whole place smelled like old alcohol and candlewax. She tried her best to avoid any eye contact. She really did not need another unpleasant interaction. She was starting to regret her choice of coming out here tonight. 

She arrived at the chair and sat down with a huff, she imagined the outcome of this night a little differently than this.

‘’Excuse me miss, this chair is reserved for someone else’’ 

Great another interaction, how grand. Sophia looked up to be met with a broad man with unruly hair. But his face looked friendly, but yet again once he saw her his face turned cold. Of course he knew who she was! 

‘’Well if it isn’t Lady Sophia of the Abadie household, what are you doing out here at this hour my lady?’’ Even if his voice was faintly laced with venom he still stayed respectful of his way of addressing her. 

‘’Oh I’m sorry sir, I will leave and find a different chair’’ As Sophia stood up she was met with another pair of eyes. ‘’Grantaire, Enjolras will arrive shortly….oh hello?’’ He looked a little more oblivious to Sophia’s identity. 

‘’Thank you Courfeyrac, look who decided to step foot in this tavern?’’ 

The man named Courfeyrac was still oblivious when he answered, ‘’Uhm, a lady?’’ 

Grantaire chuckled lightly ‘’Yes, but not just any lady, it’s lady Sophia of the Abadie’s.’’

Courfeyrac looked at her in disbelief, ‘’No, you jest, that’s impossible because she would never leave the house without an escort, as so I’m told’’

‘’And yet she’s here, sitting in his chair like it’s hers, those bloody Royalists think they can take anything without thinking.’’ 

Grantaire looked pissed now.

‘’Really Sir, it’s no problem at all, I can find some other place to sit down, I’m sorry to be a bother’’ Sophia did everything in her power not to comment on his last comment.

‘’No, you see, now it has become a problem, you shouldn’t be here, wait till Enjolras sees you, he won’t be happy with your presence.’’

Sophia wanted to get away but she was blocked by Grantaire and Courfeyrac, she saw a small opening, an opportunity to slip through presented itself, and when she did she bumped into someone. “ Woah, be careful Lady, you’ll get yourself hurt.’’ 

His eyes were a beautiful brown, his goatee nicely trimmed. A red scarf adorning his neck, she was really close to his face. She could see a few freckles on his forehead. He really was a handsome man. Maybe she was staring at his appearance for way too long or maybe time moved differently. 

‘’Enjolras, meet Sophia Abedie, the daughter of that filth scum Royalist Monsieur Abadie, and it looks like she’s here without an escort and decided to sit in your chair!’’

Grantaire  made sure his distaste for her family was evident in his voice, and Courfeyrac looked around him not really knowing how to behave. 

‘’Oh is that so? And what are you doing here at this nightly hour?’’ Sophia felt intimidated but she wasn’t going to let these three men take her down. She felt a sudden urge of confidence and answered.

‘’ Is it so absurd that I just went out for a stroll? And it’s not like your name is on this chair, so I can sit wherever I like!”

Sophia sat back down on ‘’Enjolras’’ his chair, refusing to be bullied away.

‘’The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, like father like daughter’’

The three men looked at her like she was a joke, a funny little damsel in distress squirming because of their comments, it fueled Sophia to stand her ground even more.

‘’I deserve my freedom as much as you do, I deserve to choose!’’ She folded her arms over each other and her face turned into a pout. 

‘’Freedom comes easy for you’’ Enjolras teethed his words. He was getting pissed now. All he wanted was a nice drink after a hard day of studying, but she had to be a bother.

‘’Well, if it gives you any peace, I do not support the Royalists, and I’m definitely not like my father, I want what’s best for France just as much as you do, I do not hold myself responsible for the actions of my father’’ 

Enjolras his eyes showed fury and passion, he was looking intently at Sophia, he was trying to figure her out.

‘’You support the Royalists by living the life your father gives you, why not walk away?’’ 

Ouch those words stung Sophia’s heart more than they should have, but it did make her wonder, why didn’t she just walk away? Why did she still wake up in the bed with velvet sheets every morning while breakfast was served for her. Of course she wasn’t allowed breakfast in bed because she wasn’t a married woman yet. But why didn’t she choose to just walk away from that life?

‘’Just as I thought, a life of luxury, you can’t just throw that away right? You need someone to dress you every morning and someone to warm your bed with a warm kettle every night before bed’’ 

Enjolras thought he was quite funny, but there was some truth to it. He came from a luxury life himself, his family had plans of marrying him off as well, but he swore his heart to France. It’s safe to say his father wasn’t happy with that idea, but he did it anyway. With the remaining money Enjolras had decided to study law, all for a better future for France. 

‘’Enjolras, some people can’t escape their life, she might as well be a victim of her own family’’  Courfeyrac tried to defend Sophia, maybe he was the least judgemental of all, but he still had his doubts about the woman. But the fact that Courfeyrac didn’t see a wedding band around her fingers and she was past due to the age of marriage made him realize that maybe she didn’t want that life but she had no choice.

‘’There’s always a way out.’’ 

Enjolras motioned towards his chair, as if his comment had a double meaning. To get out of her old life and to get out of the chair. Sophia rolled her eyes and stood up with a huff.

‘’Fine, you have it your way’’ and she walked away, back onto the busy streets.

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Sophia was wandering the streets once again, this time a bit frustrated, the streets were less busy as before, giving her more space to walk around. She thought it would be a good idea to walk back home. Enjolras his comment kept floating in her thoughts. ‘’There’s always a way out’’

‘’Prick’’ she muttered. Yes, Enjolras looked like a charming well mannered man, but he was so hateful towards her. But he did speak half of the truth. She was annoyed by the fact that his face was now burned in her eyes. 

‘’What’s a pretty lady doing here at this time of night, all alone?’’ Her thoughts were cut short when a man came stumbling towards her, a bottle filled with some sort of liquor she couldn’t read the label from. The man was drunk. His hungry eyes roaming over her body. 

‘’Are you looking for some pleasure?’’ The man smiled sickly.

‘’No Sir, it would be most wise to leave me be’’ Sophia was already annoyed, and now some man way past his 40’s was bothering her, making these obscene comments as if she was just an object of desire.

‘’Now, you see lady, my wife is becoming an ugly whining hag, there’s barely any pleasure to find in that crone of a woman, but you, you are young, I was on my way to a brothel but you, you are a much better choice.’’ the man reached towards her and she smacked away his hands. His fingers were dirty and he smelled like sweat. His teeth are yellow and hair greasy. 

‘’Don’t touch me!’’ 

‘’Oh this is going to be fun, looks like my naughtiest dreams are coming true’’ He reached out for her again, Sophia tried to smack his hand away again, but he grabbed her wrist harshly. He turned her around and pushed her against a wall. He was already working his way to pull up her dress. ‘’I will make you feel so good” 

Sophia tried to get out of his grasp, but the man was strong, she could already feel the bruises forming on her wrist. 

But her feet could still move, so she stomped on his foot with the heel of her shoe.

‘’Ouch, you whore! How dare you!’’ He grabbed Sophia by her hair and started pulling it, forcing her on her knees. He unzipped his trousers with his one free hand, but as soon as he wanted to pull out his ‘’goods’’ he was punched harshly in the face. He released Sophia’s hair and stumbled backwards. 

Enjolras and Courfeyrac stood there, with Enjolras being the one who punched the drunk man. The two men expected Sophia to crumble away in a corner, but she stood up and walked towards the drunk man. The man was on the floor, still holding his face.

She stomped her heel in the place where the sun doesn’t shine, earning a loud cry from the drunk man. ‘’Men like you should not reproduce’’ and she stomped again. She must have kicked pretty hard because the man fainted from the pain. 

Courfeyrac and Enjolras stood there in disbelief, they were ready for a fight but instead it was Sophia who took matters in her own hands. A damsel in distress? No, she was a force to be reckoned with. Even if the drunk man had the upper hand a few moments ago, she now made it pretty clear that she wasn’t one to mess with.

‘’By all Gods! Did you see that Enjo?’’ 

‘’Yeah I did’’

Sophia was heaving, she was so angry, she turned around and faced the two men.

She made one last comment after she walked away.

‘’There’s always a way out’’

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[miniwolfie]

Author's Note: This is actually my cousin and I if she was dating Rin and I was dating Kaiser. English is not my first language.

c/n = cousin's name, y/n = your name

words = 2.5k

I actually don't know anything about france or paris, never been there, so if something doesn't make sense or is a bit stereotypical just chalk it up to: it's a fanfic

contains: a little swearing and being lost in paris

Rin and Kaiser together were... interesting, to say the least.

They never really talked, only said hi sometimes, even if they are both soccer players. They have seen each other multiple times, they were by no means strangers, but the thing that really brought them together, was funnily enough, another trip to some foreign country.

Ok, it wasn't just some foreign country. It was France and specifically Paris. They have been there multiple times with their teams for soccer games, but never really explored the capital other than the shitty tours by shitty tour guides who were just after their money.

This was their first time traveling as a group, specifically with their loved ones.

Still find it strange how they ended up together? Well, Rin and Kaiser haven't seen each other only in professional terms.

Their partners are cousins. And to top it of, best friends.

c/n and y/n. The second one is me, hello world! I'm Kaisers girlfriend, how he managed to bag a 10 like me is still a mystery to this day.

Actually it's no mystery at all. He is blonde, tall, the sweetest eye candy I've ever seen and makes at least 2 million a year. You think I'm letting him go after I see that bank account?

As for c/n, how she managed to get with Rin, now THAT is a mystery, and a story for another time.

Where was I? Oh yeah, when c/n and I were spending time together and our boyfriends had to see each other, they only exchanged smiles and hellos. Sure, there were some times where even those didn't exist, but they could survive next to each other.

Truth be told I am a 100% certain they only did it so we wouldn't be sad. And that's adorable, but moving on!

So Paris. I remember c/n kept bugging Rin about how she really wanted to go there so she could be a "French girl" and get those "coquette hats". She even tried to learn French for a little while, but that didn't last. When she learnt that the word egg in French is eof, which is pronounced oof, she laughed so hard the whole house could hear her. Problem was, it was 3 am, the night before a big game for Rin. She then proceeded to go on roblox, try to be a "French girl" but she got banned for bullying.

French was out the window after that one, Rin needed to actually buy her a phone after she threw it out the window, but her dream of going to France wasn't.

As she kept talking about going to France day after day, weeks on end, I started wanting it too. I like to travel, but because of work I couldn't really spontaneously do so. Kaiser tried to comfort me, and by that I mean laugh and make fun of France saying "You don't have me in France" and "France is just a downgrade of Germany", but after he said "I've been there multiple times, it's nothing special." I snapped. Well not really, I didn't start yelling or throwing things around, that would have been a waste of money no matter how much we have of it, but I laid my head on the counter and said "I wouldn't know, I've never really been anywhere."

Kaiser proceeded to buy tickets for a flight due in twelve hours.

When he told me, I immediately called c/n and told her about it. Rin overheard and said he would buy tickets for the next flight, which was in two days. C/n convinced him to buy tickets for the flight in twelve hours, and by convince I mean started crying and saying how unfair it was that I would be in France for two days longer than her.

Those twelve hours were easily one of the most stressful moments in my life. I remember packing a suitcase and having Kaiser say "You know I'm rich enough to buy you a whole house in France right? I'll buy everything we're missing there." to which I threw him one of my dirtiest looks and replied "that is a waste of money."

Kaiser and Rin had travelled enough to know what they actually needed, so it wasn't difficult for them to pack a suitcase. C/n on the other hand was so unable to pack a suitcase on her own that Rin had to pack one for her. He still had to buy her a toothbrush though, mostly because she wanted to wake up and feel "the taste of France" when brushing her teeth.

Safe to say Rin was not impressed.

After boarding the flight and lecturing Kaiser about how much of a bad idea this actually was, the flight wasn't bad. Kaiser kept smirking at me and telling me "I know you are secretly happy so your welcome" and Rin was organising a plan so we could make the most of the trip. C/n kept talking to random strangers, so the flight was fairly normal.

Of course I was ecstatic about going to France, even if I didn't outright admit it. Lord only knows how much Kaiser would have rubbed it in my face.

But anyway, when we reached France it was around 2 am. Safe to say I was dead tired, since there was a baby on board who wouldn't stop screaming. Kaiser was ready to murder the thing, but instead chose to give me his headphones and rub circles in my hand, which was oddly sweet and almost put me to sleep. Didn't work though since we were actually mere minutes before landing.

Rin had called one of the hotels their teams used when they were playing in France, and the owner was ecstatic to meet the partners of two world class players. I'm sure it wasn't too charming of us to walk in tired and delirious from lack of sleep, but hey, the beds were very comfortable and I slept like a log.

The next day rolls and I still had no idea what we would be doing. When I asked Kaiser how long he had intended the trip to be he just shrugged and said "Tired already? I told you France was boring." to which I didn't reply. He knew very well that the reason I was tired was because he found it to be an excellent idea to book literally the next flight.

But alas we went down to breakfast, found Rin and c/n eating and started talking about it. More so Rin and I because Kaiser and c/n were more interested in the food and actually gaining energy for the day.

Rin told me a week would be ideal. It wasn't too long but definitely not short either. He asked me what I was feeling up to and how much energy I could actually spend the first day, since rin and I's energy levels were the key factor in the first day. Kaiser and c/n were very capable of doing whatever we were feeling up to so I just told him we could walk around and shop, nothing too crazy.

In that moment I underestimated two things. C/n and myself.

Like I said, Rin and Kaiser had travelled quite a lot, meaning being in a foreign country was nothing new to them. C/n on the other hand had never been anywhere else, meaning her excitement levels were off the charts.

Paris was always full of people no matter the time of the day, especially around the shop areas. So when she saw something she deemed "coquette" she pulled me and ran in there so fast we lost both of our boyfriends.

Under normal circumstances that wouldn't have been a problem. C/n and I often separated from the group, but we could always call or run into them a while later.

This was not the case now. When c/n had had enough of that shop, I went to grab my phone from my bag so I could call Kaiser or Rin. Instead I found nothing but air and came to the horrible conclusion that Kaiser had my bag safely tucked on his shoulder. Once I calmed my nerves I looked over at c/n and asked if she had her phone on her. She nodded, reached in her pocket and tried to open it but doom impended.

0%.

Having no reaction, she reached in her phone case and pulled a 10 dollar bill, giving me a bright smile.

I don't know how I didn't slap her.

I calmly explained our situation to her. We were in a foreign country in which we didn't know the language, with no phones and with a ten dollar bill. To which her reply was "And? I don't see your point."

I took a deep breath and thought we could go back to the hotel. I was so sleep deprived the day before, the hotel's name had went completely over my head. I knew there was no chance in hell c/n remembered, so I thought it to be a very good idea to go back and wait for Rin and Kaiser.

This was when I underestimated or maybe overestimated my abilities of direction.

I think I'm an organised person generally, I have my shit together to say the least. I have a lot of good qualities, but the few bad ones I have make up for the lack of them. I am so bad in directing myself that it's not even funny. I can't go anywhere without a gps, and even if I have a gps I might still end up going the wrong way.

Being with Kaiser had made me forget about that little fact. He has a very good sense of direction, almost annoyingly so. In the few times we have gotten lost, strangely enough the times I have the gps, he has always led us to where we were supposed to be. I'm very sure he does it on purpose, the smirk he has when he gives me the gps is very telling.

So yea, I think its very obvious what happened when we tried to go back on our own.

I'm going to spare you the details of how c/n managed to spend a whole 10 dollar bill on lollipops.

It was now late afternoon and we were both exhausted. Even c/n was running on empty since the only thing we could eat or drink were samples. We were really out there pretending to be some foreign food critics just so we could get a little food.

Aside from some places treating us well under the false pretense that we were food critics, people didn't talk to us. At all.

It's so crazy how people believe they are all that when someone doesn't know their language. So what if I don't know French, learn some english you stupid bitch. We live in the 21th century, how close minded can you be?

Anyway, having that be the case, we couldn't even describe the hotel to someone. So having no phones, no way to find them and no money, i opted for the next best solution.

Go to the Eiffel tower.

It was the only thing I could do okay? Since we were completely lost, we could at least go to the main attraction, which I at least knew were it was. How? We could see it from the entirety of Paris.

It was still very difficult going there. Unfortunately there was no road which straight up lead to it, so we had to take a lot of detours. Someone even tried to sell us some stupid baguettes and berets, which c/n desperately wanted to stick around for, but with no money and no food to fuel my patience, I grabbed her hand and started walking away.

I was tired, hungry and quite honestly missed Kaiser. I was probably just delirious but the annoying smirk and cockiness he had didn't seem all that annoying. Just for that moment though!

So finally, after two hours of constant turning and walking, we had reached the Eiffel Tower.

At it's glory, c/n stated "That is such a nice place to jump off from." to which I replied "Dazai would have loved it."

And we both started laughing. Hysterically.

Truly it was such a bad joke, but the whole situation was just hilarious. Here we were, in Paris, having absolutely nothing and starving, having finished those lollipops hours before.

C/n then started crying, yelling Rin's name and saying a bunch of miss you's and where are you's.

Even I wanted to start crying. But then I saw them.

Rin and Kaiser, relief completely washing over their faces.

To be honest, I don't remember a whole lot after that. Later when I asked Kaiser and Rin about it, they gave completely different explanations, some more theatrical by the other, I'm sure you can guess whose, but I can chalk it up to this.

After they lost us they both started frantically looking for us, going from shop to shop. I find it strange how they missed us but it was probably just bad timing. When they weren't able to find us, having realised Kaiser had my phone and c/n's was out of battery, they decided to go to the Eiffel Tower. When I asked them how they were so sure we would be there Kaiser said "I knew you wouldn't be able to find the hotel and so I went somewhere I knew you would find. I still had my doubts, but I trusted that the Eiffel Tower was large enough for you to see." Rin said "it just made the most sense, the Eiffel Tower is very French so I'm sure c/n would have liked to see it."

Annoyed at Kaiser's response and happy at Rin's, they continued and told me what happened when they found us. Kaiser told me I ran in his hands crying, saying how much I missed him. But Rin told me that's what c/n did when she saw him. He said Kaiser was worried sick, constantly bugging him about how much he loves and cherishes me. When he saw me he hugged me very tightly and Rin swore he was on the verge of tears. He did tell me that I said "Kaiser... I'm hungry..." to which Kaiser got me a savory pastry, never letting me leave his hands. He also told me I teared up when I bit into it, which I can absolutely believe.

The rest of the trip definitely went a lot smoother. When c/n even insinuated that she would leave, Rin would hold her arm very tightly so she wouldn't. He even got a power bank and forced her to keep her phone charged at all times. Kaiser made sure I had money on me at all times, even slipping a hundred dollar bills in every pocket he could find. We agreed that if something similar happened, we would meet up at the Eiffel Tower, which embarrassingly enough, happened at least four more times.

After the trip Rin and Kaiser still didn't really talk to each other, but they did exchange phone numbers and texted each other once every few days. Kaiser didn't outright tell me, I had to catch him in the act, but it made me happy so I didn't tease him. Well, at least not a lot.

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99 - Missing Coffins

Part 100

Gemini Runaway

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New Orleans - Klaus’s pov

Alina and I had made it to the edge of town just outside the bayou where we sat down in one of the abandoned alleyways. She sighed, staring straight at the wall across from us instead of at me. "I don't think I know how to love someone who isn't my family, dad. And it kind of scares me." 

"Everyone learns to love at their own pace honey. I did it with your mother." I told her resting my hands on my knees. 

Alina turned her head, raising a brow. "How did you do that?" 

"You need to understand that before I met your mother I was a very different creature…" I trailed off shifting around so we were now facing each other. "I was so focused on becoming the hybrid that I didn't care who I had to hurt who was in my way." 

"Oh." Alina made a sound lowering her voice. 

I kept telling my reasoning to her seeing as she was just patiently listening. "I didn't want to be alone so I tried to make an army of hybrids but that didn't work. So one night I went into the Grill and that’s when I saw your mother. She had just lost your uncle Jacob to her family not being honest with her. I simply asked for her name and she threw me against a wall." 

"And that's when you felt that you could love someone other than your siblings?" She pressed on. 

Shaking my head no I blinked through some tears thinking back to that time. "It was the night that my mother, your grandmother Esther, attempted to kill me, my siblings and your mother. Your mother did what she had to do and consume my mother's magic to stop the spell. Yet when she was doing that she nearly died. I…it was the moment I realized I was in love with her in such a short matter of time. Being in love with someone isn't easy. You basically have to make yourself vulnerable, Alina. If Jackson makes you happy and you feel like you would protect him then I'd say that's love." 

“I know he’s nice to me, he doesn’t see me as a bad person even though I have your last name. And he’s always there to listen to me when I’m missing you. So I think he cares about me too.” Alina smiled, tucking hair behind her ear until we saw someone appear in front of us. 

Lifting my head up I smiled lightly seeing my wife standing in front of us. “Rae, don’t be mad. She wanted to talk with me so I didn’t call you. She’s fine right here.” 

“That’s not why I’m here. Alina, get out of here I need to talk to your father alone.” She growled at her showing her fangs meaning she was clearly pissed for some reason. 

Alina waved and disappeared. “Bye dad.” 

“What’s got you so angry, Rae?” I asked my wife to get to my feet, stepping as close as I could to her even if she wasn’t physically there. 

She slumped her shoulders heavily. “Missy isn’t an innocent little girl anymore. She just threw me around and was screaming that I ruined her life by not telling her that we want Alina to marry Jackson. I am so angry at her and I don’t know what to do.” 

“Take her to live with Freya and she’ll keep her from doing magic so she can’t talk with me. Unfortunately we’ll have to punish her.” He explained moving his hands into his black jacket pockets. 

She nods in agreement with me. “Yeah that should work. I’ll send the girls to New Orleans for a year to learn what happens when they don’t listen to me - uh sorry us ... .I'll be there watching them because I will find a solution to this once and for all. I’m done hiding away.” She disappeared where I vamped back into the city knowing I needed to get back to France. 

Raelyn’s pov - One Year Later 

“There has to be something we can do besides making them stay apart for the rest of their immortal lives. I mean Freya, come on, this is ridiculous.” I huffed slamming my hands on the table glaring at my witch sister in law. 

She rolled her eyes at me. “Raelyn, I know this is hard to understand. But Vincent is trying to keep peace here. And he thinks that if even two of the Mikaelson’s are in the same room it won’t end well.” 

“Oh he does. Hmm well how about we get them all here and we shove the Hollow inside him. If he’s so concerned with the city and its safety. Cause I can’t live like this forever. I thought I could but I’d rather go through any other form of torture then this!” I raised my voice until my phone started ringing off showing it was the kids' school. I had let them go but Freya had them wear magic blocking bracelets as punishment for what Missy had done a year ago. “Hey Ric, what’s going on now?” 

He responded through the phone. “Hope gave Henry some of her blood and turned him into a hybrid. She apparently was gathering money for plane tickets to somewhere-“ 

“To someone, Ric. They want to see their father and he hasn’t been answering his phone recently.” I put a hand to my forehead feeling a headache coming on. 

The former history teacher explained. “They’re in my office right now but I think they should be expelled for a little while. You know just help them all stop whatever rebellious faze they are in at the moment.” 

“Don’t worry, I'm on my way to get them now.” Hanging up the phone I vamped towards the door heading to the car. Most of the drive was silent for me with my thoughts so I dialed Caroline. Rebekah had called her asking if she could check up on Klaus since she was in France already following some lead that was something for the gem curse. “Hey Care, how’s he doing now?” 

She put the phone on video call while she was walking down the street. “He claims that he is trying to wipe out all his enemies and the future enemies to protect Elijah. Even though he doesn’t remember who he is. But he won��t tell me why he won’t call his kids now.” 

“I don’t get it either. I mean he used to be good at it and then he just stopped for some reason. I mean sure Henrik saw him feed from someone. But that was years ago so it can’t be that.” Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. 

She bites her lip thinking of something. “He said that he knew what it was like to be raised by a monster but I told him to stop acting like that. He did mention that Missy has been getting into trouble. Maybe it’s because of that?” 

“Oh it’s not just Missy anymore. I’m on my way back to the school because Hope thought it would be a good idea to turn someone into a hybrid without our permission.” I sighed pushing hair out of my face. 

Caroline dropped her gaze to the ground. “I know what it’s like to be a kid missing her father. I hate to see that he is doing the same thing to them. It’s not a good feeling. I can tell you that much.” 

“I know it’s not his intention. But hopefully you convinced him otherwise. Anyway I’ll talk to you later.” Hanging up the phone the driver was silent until I parked in the driveway of the school. Vamping inside Alaric’s office my daughters and Henrik turned their heads at me. He left once I raised my voice towards them. “Alaric, you can leave us now. I’ll handle them myself…What made you think that turning a hybrid without my permission was a good idea.” 

Alina slumped down in her chair. “We were bored and because of these bracelets we can’t do magic. So forgive us if we aren’t exactly the perfect students!” 

“We want to see dad.” Missy whined like she was a child again. 

Hope rolled her eyes at me. “Can we go home now. At least their aunt Freya lets us do some magic. Unlike here even though it’s a school for magic.” 

"Oh we are going home and aunt Freya is gonna give you a talk about using your other power without my permission -" Ah here she is now." My phone started ringing where I put it to my ear turning my back to them. "Freya, what is it?" 

She blurted in a panic. "Raelyn, they're missing!" 

"Who's missing, Frey?' I asked confused at what she was saying. 

She sighed heavily where I heard her heartbeat faster when she spoke. "The coffins, Rae. I tried to do a locator spell but it didn't work. Andrea, Jacob and Hayley are missing." 

"Freya I'll call you back…" Biting my nails I hung up with her calling my husband. "Pick up, pick up, pick up please." 

His immediately after the second ring. "Rae, what's wrong?" 

"They're gone, Nik. They're….Freya can't track them. The..coffins are missing and…I don’t know what to do." I blurted out feeling a tightness in my chest where I gripped his necklace in my freehand. 

Klaus calmed my nerves the second he said the words. "I'm on my way, love. I'm coming home now." He hung up the phone where I began running to the car and my four children ran after me but I wasn't aware that they were all securely smiling at their plan working out the way they thought. 

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