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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 2 years ago

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8 Jan u ary 2023 1:51 am pdt part 2

With all my experiences with injuries and trauma and being burned I wonder if I was ever capable of getting pregnant 🤰. Incubus did a lot of malicious things to me. I find it hard to believe anything anymore. 1:53 am pdt

2:11 am pdt incubus is human like the rest of us (sorta). People break promises all the time. 2:12 am pdt

3:52 am pdt this last year and probably since 2017, incubus has been taking/extracting breast tissue from me. I wonder if he’s been giving it to other women??? I knew someone in college who had breasts so big she had to special orders bras from Japan. Then she said it was too (pain nose 👃😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😤) much for her back so she was planning to do breast reduction surgery. She was originally into guys, but many of them disrespected her and touched her breasts without permission so she started dating women. Gee, I guess guys are really bad to turn women off like that. In some countries they don’t hug casually. Even when boyfriend girlfriend??? 3:57 am pdt I hope 🤞 I’m not being gas ⛽️ lit 🔥 on that. Hugging seems like flirting. Especially when guys have muscular pectorals and they probably do it to feel other women’s breasts. 3:59 am pdt if you want to cross a line all you gotta do is hug 🤗. 4am pdt

4:02 am pdt 4:03 Japan 🇯🇵 comes up in one website. It says hugging is more romantic and private in Japan 🇯🇵. If you still want to hug 🤗 that’s up to you, and where you want to draw the line. If you have trouble with putting your foot 🦶 down and telling someone @no” it’s best to not be alone with someone you don’t know and who doesn’t respect you when you say “no.” I watched bachelorette/bachelor many years ago. It was my way of living vicariously. Genre of movie 🍿 I preferred to watch are romantic comedies, probably aka “chick flicks.” 4:07 am pdt (😤🥵😳🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤😭😫😩😤🥵 back hot 🥵 side hot 🥵 wheezy feel) 4:08 am pdt. 4:09 am pdt they told me that I am not going to win, and I believe them. 4:10 am pdt

5:22 am pdt vag acid burning 🔥 pain 😖😫😭😤🥵😤🥵😤 been doing a lot of that today to me probably 5 times this morning.

why would he want to name the baby 👶 after Sumner? 😱😭😤🥵😤🥵😤😖😭😖😭😖😭🤬🥺 5:24 am pdt

5:41 am pdt pdt he doesn’t like me. Wait music video, Asian young woman 👩🏻 in 🛀 bathtub (heart pain ♥️ They set me up 🆙 4 pain) he pushed her away. 5:44 am pdt

5:57 am pdt I met a girl 👧 a when we were both 4th grade, she was Asian probably Vietnamese but she and her younger brother both naturally have greenish eyes 👀 and blonde 👱‍♀️ hair. Her last name did not sound Vietnamese so I was surprised when someone told me she was Vietnamese. Her mom had blonde 👱‍♀️ hair that was small ringlets (stomach gurgling accidentally typed bit a sentence Ago - probably more unneutralized acid destroying my gut) 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤 . She got married last time I looked her up 🆙 on MySpace. Chest pain 😖. 😖😭😖😭😖😭 bone 🦴 pain. Her name was Valerie Savage. Jonny Depp Sauvage cologne? Sounds like: saw 🪚 vag- which they did do to me. 6:06 am pdt. If I prayed for something and you came through for me once before why would you not help me out again acid vag pain instead of putting me through that when you already had me punched in the head and rammed my head into steel bars of futon bunk beds and gave me irritated bowel syndrome since I was a kid, maybe 🤔 even a baby 🍼 and chronic eczema and infections and full time college for 6 years and hang overs prior to that? That’s NOT a fair test! 6:10 am pdt messed up 🆙 6:10 am pdt

6:13 am pdt and it all hurt a lot and remembered having headaches for days. The most harsh PAIN ever in my head after I hit it each time. I f you’re new read all the previous posts please. 6:14 am pdt

if this is what it means to be Adam’s wife: chavah/Jesus then I don’t want him. 😑😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😤😖😫😭🤕 6:16 am pdt incubus husband 6:16 am pdt

6:49 am pdt maybe 🤔 I am not as strong 💪 or smart as a lot of people and it’s taken me a long time to get smarter and strong 💪 when I was strong 💪. But I have worked hard even with disadvantages: economic and health. I was probably like a dumb jock at some point. It’s taken all my life until last year to really notice a lot of things even though it was in my face my whole life and I followed their logic and their rules without question 🙋🏻‍♀️ until last year. 6:53 am pdt

I tried basic apparel construction 🚧 with industrial 🏭 super fast 💨 sewing machines, mathematics 🧮 up until pre calc. trig in high school 🏫, biology, English up to English 1c, printmaking and had to polish and bevel zinc plates even though I had anxiety about it, I have refilled 📚 book shelves and cleaned 🧽 a bathroom 🚽 at work the bookstore that looked like it wasn’t cleaned for a year when I worked as a temporary employee- it was covered in diarrhea. I’ve worked late nights in school 🏫 assignments even with my chronic eczema flairing up when I did printmaking. I had chronic eczema since I was 7/8 years old. My mom said I had baby eczema although I’m not sure if she was talking about before 8 years old. I did have a small rash on my face when I was 4/5 years old. Peeing in pants now while coughing. 7:02 am pdt I dropped chemistry 🧪 early senior year of high school 🏫. I felt burned out from summer school 🏫 catching up on biology, which my grades dropped bcz I was paying to much attention to Nick and Brendan New York Long Island 🏝 guy. I was easily burning 🔥 out bcz I had hit my head a lot before that and all my arms and legs 🦵 were inflamed swollen itchy and painful that it became too uncomfortable to wear pants 👖- unbearable and I had to finish summer school 🏫 that way from probably beginning July. The ironic thing is it seemed to have been triggered by something that I didn’t figure out until years later and had to suffer through it again in ≈ 2004. I joined for 3 seasons consecutively the last 2 years of high school 🏫 running 🏃🏻‍♀️ 2+ miles events even when I got shin splints. Running 🏃🏻‍♀️ is HARD. Some people push themselves so much that they throw up 🤮. Coaches will push you to the limits and pass that. Fart leks? They never spelled it out for me but that’s what they sounded like, those were hell to me. We lifted weights some days, sometimes in the pool 🏊‍♀️ after a hard day to keep going and sometimes we got a special day off of we were sore from head to toe painfully. 7:14 am pdt if you don’t appreciate me, you don’t deserve better. 7:14 am pdt

7:16 am pdt before 2017 I cooked 👩‍🍳 baked did laundry 🧺 and folded vacuumed washed dishes even when it was hot 🥵 without air conditioner. I took out the trash 🗑 and tried to separate recycling. I helped with carrying groceries and paid for groceries. I paid bills 💸. I did data entry, practiced touch typing 💬 10 key files scanned photocopied moved boxes 📦 for home 🏠 and once for my boss. I regularly ate lunch 🥗 with tax collectors? People who prepare taxes. At college I ate lunch and dinner with a guy named Zach from my dorm... I push myself to do things and work even with my hands oozing body fluid from being cracked open and missing patches of skin. My mom used to want me to scrub the tub 🛀 but bcz of my eczema she had my sister do it after I did it a few times. There was a summer my nose 👃 bleeded blood 🩸 everyday. 7:24 am pdt 7:26 am pdt I am also a woman 👩🏻 so I bled every month for my period. This last year it was almost non stop 🛑. There was something else I was going to put now I forget. 7:28 am pdt 7:29 am pdt I also rearranged furniture 🪑 from time to time and assembled ikea furniture (I bought. 3 furnitures (clarification 8:23 am pdt)) 🪑 the kitchen cart 🛒 was the TOUGHEST one ☝️ and I got my period the next day and I was sore all over and it hurt to breathe, that was probably December 2014. 7:31 am pdt i didn’t know Jesus ate with a guy named Zach aria? Or with a tax collector until I started reading more Bible stuff in the last 5 years. 7:33 am pdt I graduated college 2009 but my diploma says 2011 bcz I did a stupid thing signing up 🆙 for a class I couldn’t afford so they held my degree 📜 hostage even though I dropped that class and everything else that fulfilled the degree 📜 was already paid for. They even did a weird form thing that they were able to directly get any tax refunds I had I think it was, until I paid it off. 7:36 am pdt

7:56 am pdt I wish I was never born.

8:01 am pdt I bet incubus tells all the girls they are chavah. Chavah aka. Jesus. 8:02 am pdt

8:07 am pdt bet they are going to do something so bad to me no one will know what they did to me. 😞😖😭🥵😤🤯😱😖😭 I don’t trust them. I wish someone could save me from incubuses Adam and Scott. 8:10 am pdt I hope they didn’t change their faces. 😰

8:10 am pdt I think I know what they’re up 🆙 to and I’m scared 😱. They’ve been giving me a lot of diarrhea so I think I’m shit less now probably. Gavalyte is awful, too. 8:13 am pdt hard to swallow and keep down. 8:13 am pdt 8:24 am pdt ⬆️ 8:26 am pdt incubuses try to save their own faces which is why they are willing to lie about loving someone. We see it over and over again with songs about Jane and now. They have intentions to kill me. They need slavery so they need to lie and save face Bcz they only want to save a specific number of slaves. 8:28 am pdt 8:29 am pdt that’s why they use desolation and make everything happen last minute when I’m almost bedridden. The whole cycle will probably start up again eventually. 8:30 am pdt they don’t have good intentions. They’ve already admitted a lot of stuff such as detachment, not being monogamous, killing babies and children and young adult men. There are a lot of flaws with judiciary 👩🏻‍⚖️ system? Stomach gurgling probably more destructive diarrhea. How can we trust a god when nothing was working to begin with? A lot of stuff keep rolling backwards since 2017. 8:35 am pdt blindly putting your trust in someone who will kill you if you try to think of something is right or wrong doesn’t sound like a good person, bcz I’m in desolation so who is he proving to that I’m falling apart to believe? No checks and balances. 8:37 am pdt

What I’m trying to say is why am I in desolation and who is it he is appeasing here to destroy me vag acid pain 8:38 am pdt

9:46 am pdt a lot of guys like to have sex with out major proposals. That’s why there’s prostitution and strip clubs and porn. Yet we get the punishment as women in every way. 9:47 am pdt 9:51 am pdt it seems that only submissive women are liked by gods.???? 9:51 am pdt

9:59 am pdt when I was 5th grade? I planted trees 🌲 to earn money 💰 from the city 🌃 to go to science camp 🏕 bcz we could not afford it otherwise. I met Barbara boxer and Diane Feinstein that way. I still don’t know much about them bcz I often was busy and didn’t get into politics... 10:01 am pdt they seemed nice 👍 though. 10:01 am pdt

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imaginesandinserts · 3 years ago

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Irreverent Pt. 60 - Epilogue

Title: Irreverent Pt. 60 - Epilogue

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: M Words: ~2K

Status: Complete

A/N: That’s all folks. Chapters 59 and 60 coming out together today.

For J - For being the reason I finish this.

Irreverent Series Masterlist

Aaron's been seated in his new office for the past hour, going over the new certification and training requirements for the BAU with Dave. Technically, it should've been Prentiss he was meeting with, but she'd happily passed along that piece of her new responsibilities, stating that the grouchy old men would do a much better job at it than she ever could.

From across the way, he can see through the glass walls into his old office which Prentiss now occupies. Both Garcia and JJ are sat across from her, no doubt convening there before they all fly out for your bachelorette party. It was a bit unbelievable to think he was only a week away from officially marrying you.

That is, if you survived this weekend, as you'd commented apprehensively earlier that morning. You've been terrified about what Emily had planned, especially given how his bachelor party had gone a few weeks prior. Dave had lured him away with the promise of good steaks and cigars, and then ambushed him with private dancers. He'd even gone out of his way to find one that held an uncanny resemblance to you. John had been sure to give that one a wide berth, making a beeline for the other corner of the room and staunchly avoiding any sort of eye contact with Aaron, much to his amusement. The night had culminated in a panicked text from Aaron to you, begging to be rescued. You'd arrived – his knight in shining armor – and taken him, a terrified Reid who'd been on the phone texting his girlfriend half the night, and a reluctant John who had finally relaxed enough to enjoy the company of the other dancer when you'd arrived and fixed him with an unamused regard that had the poor guy following the rest of you out with quick goodbyes to Dave and Morgan.

"You talk to Morgan recently?" Dave asks idly, sifting through the files in search of the old requirements documentation.

"Yes, he seems to be liking the transition to the academy," Aaron remarks, flipping through the file in front of him in search of the same. "We grabbed lunch last week when I did the Profiling and Prosecution seminar."

Dave smiles with a contemplative nod, and Aaron can only imagine what was going through his friend's head. Things were changing around them slowly – you'd left the team and had built your own, Prentiss was running the BAU, Morgan had retired to spend more time with his wife and soon to arrive son. Aaron himself had taken on the mantle of Section Chief, a role to which he was taking to far better than previously anticipated. Though, he supposed it helped that this time, he was only doing the Section Chief job and not also running the BAU.

It had been the right decision – for him, for you, for Jack. Both of you were home for dinner more nights than not. The three of you had settled into a routine that felt comfortable, and while he missed being directly in the field, he could see the change in him, his body. At his last doctor's visit, Dr. Robbins had commented that his stress levels appeared to be lowered and having a job that wasn't quite so hard on his body was a great help in that.

John was over every few weekends, very much a part of that routine you'd created, and the three of you had flown to New York a handful of times as well, taking Jack to a Yankees game (which he enjoyed thoroughly) and taking him on the subway (which he didn't care for). Dave had asked him half a dozen times, how he felt about John's presence in your lives. Aaron was incredibly alright with it – he hadn't been the only one who thought he'd lost you.

If he was being truly honest with himself, he was far more comfortable with John than he'd ever allowed himself to be around anyone that wasn't you or Haley. He's had time to think about it, about why that was the case. He figures it's because John is possibly the only other person in the world who understands the importance of you, the impact of you. For Aaron, in many ways, John also felt like an extension of you. The same biting humor, the forced humbleness – the way neither one of you could see anything wrong with spoiling Jack entirely.

Aaron could still easily recall the day he'd made an offhand remark about him not wanting Jack to grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth. John had grown quiet, eyes fixed towards where you were finishing making lunch. Jack was sat on the countertop, mixing together a bowl of cookie dough for you, to be baked for after lunch. Aaron had followed his gaze, his heart warming gently at the sight. It was so familiar, Jack always loved helping you in the kitchen. Aaron's mouth involuntarily turns into a smile as you laugh at something Jack had said, your head falling back easily, the musical notes of your laughter making the room feel brighter.

When John had turned back, he had a far away look in his eyes. "You're right," he'd said, clearing his throat, his voice a little heavier than before. "At the end of the day you want to be sure of only one thing – that he feels immensely loved. Because kids who aren't fed love by a silver spoon, they tend to lick it off of knives."

Aaron knew, without being told, that John was referring to Julian. He found himself incredibly grateful that his son got to be fed by you, wielding a platinum spoon. With John in your lives, that love in Jack's life only increased.

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You stood at the door of Aaron's office, having walked down from your own, on the way to Emily's so that you and the girls could fly off to a weekend of controlled (hopefully) fun. Who were you kidding? Emily Prentiss was in charge of your bachelorette party. You'd be lucky if you made it back in time to meet Aaron at the altar.

It takes a few seconds for them to notice your presence. A few seconds during which you get to admire the late afternoon sun hitting Aaron's frame just right, the golden hues turning his hair a lighter brown – it made him seem younger than his age, and the white flecks (which he blamed almost entirely on you and your disappearance) would suggest. The pronounced furrowed brow that seemed to be a permanent fixture for him while he was in the office, the warm eyes turned seriously down towards the papers in front of him, the pink lips that had spent a fair amount of time between your legs the night prior, causing you to shatter around him. That had resulted in John making a few crude remarks at breakfast that morning, which thankfully flew over Jack's head. Your son was far too excited to have an entire weekend with just his dad and favorite Uncle for a "Boys Only Weekend" to make up for you missing his soccer game on Saturday.

Aaron shifts, noticing your presence, head tilting up and eyes meeting your own. At the sight of you, they imbue warmth and familiarity, sparkling against the reflected sunlight. You're struck for a moment. Your husband-to-be was remarkably beautiful.

"Hey, how's it going?" You smile at both Aaron and Dave, entering quickly to meet Aaron on his side of the desk. Both of them turn to look at you.

"You still have no idea where Emily is taking you?" Rossi's face betrays his glee at your misfortune. He's been cross with you ever since you kidnapped Aaron from his own bachelor party. In your defense, the man had practically begged you to.

"No, she won't tell me." You sigh, your voice coming out almost in a whine.

Rossi's lip twitches, though he does a good enough job at not laughing outright.

You perched on the arm of Aaron's chair, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Harvey sent these over," you tell him, placing the envelope you had been carrying on his desk, your hand returning to play with the ring on your finger around as you were prone to do nowadays. "Would you please sign them and make sure they get to his office before Monday? He wants them finalized before the wedding."

Aaron nods, noting how your delicate fingers caress the stone of the ring that's sat on your hand and made him – quite literally – the luckiest man alive.

He's been expecting some paperwork coming his way in light of your upcoming ceremony. He'd lightly brought up the idea of a pre-nuptial agreement with you early on – for your sake – and had been laughed out of the room. You did however, feel it necessary to make him aware of exactly what assets he'd have access to, and thus your lawyer had been busy creating a summary for him to look over and acknowledge. Apparently, it had taken a full staff to do the entire work up, over the course of a month. If the thud the envelope had made when you'd set on his desk was any indication, he was in for a long night of reading.

"Alright, I should go." You heave off of his chair and the two of you look at each other and then Rossi, who takes a hint and looks away, leaving you to bend down and capture his lips against yours. You feel his arm winding around your waist and tightening into your side briefly, before you withdraw, your tongue peaking out to lick your lips. Aaron looks just barely flushed as Rossi turns back, his lips twitching in amusement as you fix yourself and take your leave.

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The door closes behind you, Aaron's eyes following your walk across the floor towards Emily's office.

"Is that what I think it is?" Dave asks, drawing his attention back to the envelope you'd dropped off for him. There's something oddly familiar about this – the two of them in his office, an envelope related to you dropped off at his desk. Though this time, under far less confusing and much happier conditions.

Aaron nods, doing his best to hide the smile threatening to break through at his friend's curiosity. Ever since New York, Dave had been very interested in learning exactly how much richer than him you were.

Reaching for the envelope, Aaron opens it up and withdraws the large stack of papers, and flips to the first page. Disclosure of Assets – the name of the document hardly did justice to the summary that followed. Properties across the U.S., Europe, South America, and the Caymans. A plethora of divided up Swiss bank accounts, each with a balance more staggering than the last. A stock portfolio rivaling Buffets. The number at the bottom of the page takes his breath away entirely.

Aaron turns once more to look towards his old office – he can see you gathered there with the rest of the girls, laughing about something. Given the piece of paper in his hand, he has to hand it to you in that moment. You lived far below your means. To think that someone your age had access to that kind of money – that kind of freedom – and still chose to do what you did. He didn't think there were many others who would.

Before Aaron can react, Dave has reached across the table and yanked the piece of paper right out of his hands.

The noise of complete shock that leaves his friend's body was not one that Aaron was likely to forget anytime soon. He watches as Dave reads the same summary he just had, his eyebrows moving further and further into his hairline as he goes down the page.

When he finally looks back at Aaron it's with a look that couldn't quite be described – surprise, awe, a hint of envy. Aaron can viscerally see the same thought he had moments ago regarding you and your work at the Bureau flit through Dave's head as he too turns to assess you across the floor.

Quietly, he hands the documents back to Aaron. Shifting in his chair, Dave clears his throat. "You do know that you're going to be picking up the tab every time now, right?"

Aaron chuckles, nodding. He'd assumed as much.

He turns back to you, only to catch you looking towards him as well through the glass walls. Your mouth turns up into a smile as your eyes meet his. Eyes like the sunrise colliding with his, causing his stomach to flip in that torturously delicious manner that only you seem to invoke. Eyes that meet his and stay. Eyes that have followed him, mirrored his, since the moment the two of you met. Eyes that betrayed you both when you looked at one another, the sheer intensity of the emotion behind them giving you away entirely. It didn't matter what distance, what time, what circumstance separated you from one another – somehow his eyes knew to always find their companion in yours.

Aaron might have fallen first, but he is forever grateful that you'd followed.

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ye4gerismarchives · 3 years ago

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the bachelorette: the wedding

an: h-hey guys😅 a whole month w/o rhe bachelorette. y’all prolly forgot about it. fortunately, i haven’t😭 sorry yall, i’ve been up all night for the past month reading about nasty white men instead of writing for the bachelorette. this chapter has 4768 words, so i guess that’s a plus.

tags: black, fem reader. i don’t have any triggers off my head, if something does trigger you, do let me know

taglist: @taybird

5:00 am

You had plans to send Levi to his grave. How dare he wake you up at like four in the morning only to start your makeup and hair an hour later? The makeup and hair team were completely respectful towards you and respected your space, considering today was going to be full of emotions.

As your face was getting beat, there was a knock at the door. The makeup artist working on your face stopped so that you could address the person at the door. "If your name is Levi, don't bother coming in," you say. The door opens and your heart jumps because

Her Royal Highness Princess Historia and her girlfriend, Ymir, were in YOUR room.

"Oh sh*t, Your Royal Highness," you let out. Members of your team start to curtsy and bow to Historia. Ymir stands awkwardly behind her. She must have been getting used to the royal bs around her.

You stand to curtsy as well but Historia raises a hand to stop you. "Today is all about you. Ymir and I are going to be your bridesmaids today! Levi called us and we decided we would support you today!" she says cheerfully.

So, Levi probably wasn't going to die today. Now, you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him but you still side eyes him. He was a powerful guy- you were still under the impression that he said something to Mikasa during the show and caused her unusual behavior.

"O-Oh?"

"Yeah! Ymir and I will get changed but we'll see you in your dress."

And with that, the princess and her girl left your room. It was like a dream.

5:30 am

Weeks before the wedding came, you went dress shopping. However, it didn't go how you wanted it to go. Ideally, you would be dress shopping with Sasha, Mikasa, and Connie. There was no way in hell you would call Sasha and ask her to go with you. You called Connie, who refused to pick up. You thought about calling Mikasa but you felt uneasy about it. So, Levi and his husband, Erwin, went with you.

Erwin was a complete angel. He asked you respectful questions about your life and even made you laugh. Spending time with Erwin made you realized how...dark Levi was and even made you question why they were even together. But your thoughts couldn't stop you from seeing how Levi melted under Erwin's touch. They loved each other. You hoped that You and Jean would be like that.

With their help, you managed to pick the perfect dress.

Slipping it on for the second time was just as magical as it was the first. Your team awed and cooed over how beautiful you looked. Historia and Ymir entered in matching pink outfits and immediately started fawning over how good you looked.

You felt your face redden up and you couldn't help but smile. But all of that went away when a familiar face entered.

"You...you look good, y/n."

"Mikasa...what are you doing here?"

Mikasa was standing in front of you in the same pink color that Ymir and Historia were in but her outfit was a sleeveless wide-legged jumpsuit. Her bangs were brushed away from her face and the rest of her hair sat behind her ears- well, mostly.

"Levi called me. He apologized for everything and told me to come over to apologize to you too. And then he forced me to be your maid of honor," Mikasa explained.

Levi forcing her to come over sounded like him but apologizing? He must have realized he went too far, especially since Mikasa was his niece. Levi was too caught up in creating and entertaining drama that he probably forgot Mikasa's relation to him.

So, you decided to let everything go.

You walk towards Mikasa with arms open and she's shocked but she doesn't hesitate to envelop you in her arms are well.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I know was so out of line. I'll never let any man get in the way of our friendship again," Mikasa said as she squeezed you harder.

"Same here. If things don't work out with Jean, I'll marry you instead," you joke. You can feel Mikasa's laughter vibrate against your neck. She pulls away first and you proceed to ask another question. "Have you been in touch with Sasha?"

Mikasa purses her lips and shakes her head. "She's been radio silent. I can't tell if she got more backlash than me. She's off social media and just unwilling to speak with anyone. The hate probably got to her and she's just hiding for now."

You weren't too surprised. Mikasa was doing a job- a terrible one- but Sasha went out of her way to sleep with one of your guys...but she was drunk. You could imagine Sasha being the most discussed and debated online. Without speaking to her, you wouldn't know what was really going on in her mind.

"Oh! You never said hi to Princess Historia or Ymir. They're my bridesmaids for the day," you point out. The color leaves Mikasa's face when she realizes who's in the room with her. "Sh*t. Your Royal Highness," Mikasa curtsies. Historia lets out one of her signature giggles and begins to introduce herself and Ymir to Mikasa. As that goes on, your team starts helping you with your dress again.

You were slightly glad Mikasa was by your side today. The situation between the both of you was awkward but you were willing to give her another chance.

7:30 am

In the last two hours, you've done photoshoots and chat with everyone around you. Now it was time for Jean to be yours and for you to be his. You did question the early wedding time that Levi gave you but this would probably be the last time you saw that man so let's just let him do what he wants.

You were visibly nervous. You were gripping onto Mikasa's hand like it would be your last time doing so. "Hey, just remember, he's not your real husband. At least for now. This is all show," Mikasa reminds you. She was right. Jean may have been romantic with you but also he got his hour of fame, he could possibly leave you. Maybe he would get married to Connie.

You started to take a few deep breaths as you pulled up in front of the venue. Levi had rented a beach (not the one you and Connie were on) for your wedding.

From what you could see in the car, there were multiple seats and people were filling them up. You hoped that Connie's family had no ill-feeling toward you and decided to show up. It would be a shame since you were caught on television talking about how you would love for them to be there.

Your car came to a slow end. "y/n, do not worry. Remember, THIS is all fake. Only you decide if it's real," Mikasa reminds you. Levi opens your door and offers his hand to you. "It's go time." Mikasa helped you with your veil making sure that it wouldn't hit the ground.

"y/n, I know I may have been a menace but I'm happy for you. You might have had the most popular season yet," he says. Him bringing up ratings was no shock to you. You don't reply and Levi have his moment.

You like to think that Jean would like to spend the rest of his life with you. You knew that wasn't the case with many Bachelorettes and Bachelors but you look at Levi and Erwin...ah well, that wasn't a good example, considering that Erwin wasn't a contestant. He was the previous host. 'CALM DOWN,' you tell yourself, 'YOU AND JEAN WILL BE GOOD. AND IF HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU, ITS WHATEVER BECAUSE I'M THE BEST THING EVER.'

Minutes later, you're at the end of the aisle. Jean has his back turned and he's pacing back and forth slightly. Next to him is Connie. You know this because you recognize his big egg head. You're happy he put everything aside to support the both of you.

Mikasa takes her place in front of you and the music starts. Levi offers you his arm and you take it.

This was really happening.

You looked into the audience with a smile on your face but everything was moving so fast, you couldn't recognize their faces.

Before you knew it, you were by Jean. He still couldn't look at you- not until Levi gave you away. The marriage officiant clears his throat and begins to talk.

"We are gathered here today to witness the union of Jean and y/n. Welcome friends and family! We're glad to have you with us.

Today is the beginning of a remarkable journey for this couple. Drawing on their mutual admiration, respect, and trust, they are ready to embark on the next chapter in their lives. We celebrate the love and light evident in their relationship and wish them well on this joyous occasion.

Who gives this woman away?"

"I do," Levi answers. He takes Jean's hand and places it on top of yours. Jean then moves his under yours so that he could hold it. He looks down at Levi and mouths 'Thank you'. The shorter male nods and takes a seat.

The officiant gives you and Jean a moment to face each other. Jean had the biggest smile on his face when his eyes landed on you. "You look gorgeous," he whispers. "You're not so bad yourself," you reply.

The officiant continues. "If anyone has cause to object to the forming of this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." You look over Jean's shoulder to see Connie. You couldn't see his whole face, thanks to Jean's height, but you could see his eyes. They were narrowed and looking straight at you.

You wanted to feel bad, but you couldn't. YOU decided that Connie would not be your spouse, and that was final.

No one responded to the officiant's request, so he continued.

"Marriage is an integral part of the human tradition. Let us remember, as we stand here before the Universe, that the vows taken today hold great importance, just as they did to our ancestors. As individuals, we choose to enter the union of marriage to share all aspects of ourselves with our soulmate. Today, this is true for Jean and y/n."

Soulmate. You hoped that was true for you and Jean. You did meet him on a tv show.

"There are few greater joys in life than finding someone with whom we truly "click." In that spirit, I will now share a short reading on soulmates from author Richard Bach:

"A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we're pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we're safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we're two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we've found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life."

Under the eyes of Ymir, together we take a moment to acknowledge the seriousness of the commitment being entered into today. With great joy, we also recognize the special bond shared by Jean and y/n.."

This...this was a special bond indeed. Not only that, it was completely random. The next part of the wedding was your vows. The next part of solidifying your relationship.

"I will now invite the couple to share their vows. Jean and y/n, the promises you make today are sacred; they are the groundwork from which your marriage will grow and blossom over time.

Jean, would you like to begin first?"

Jean nods and squeezes your hands. "y/n, hopefully by the end of this ceremony, you will be my wife. I know there's a lot that you're worried about but I'll do everything to make you happy. I'll always protect you and keep you satisfied."

"y/n, your turn."

"Jean. I'm not too sure what to say...you've out-speeched me," you joke. Jean chuckled. "But...I too promise to love and protect you. I'll also make sure we're on the same page because that's very important for our relationship. I'm willing to fight for us."

You look at the officiant, letting him know that you were done.

"Let us proceed. Jean, before your family and friends, do you take y/n as your beloved Wife, to have and to hold, through laughter and in sadness, through challenges and successes, so long as you both shall live?"

Jean is silent for a moment. He's rubbing the back of your right hand and staring straight into your eyes- almost as if he was reevaluating everything. This made you nervous. Jean was a smart guy. You know you couldn't hold him down and force him to do anything he didn't want.

"I...I do," he finally answers. The weight on your chest dissolves.

"y/n, before your family and friends, do you take Jean as your beloved Husband, to have and to hold, through laughter and in sadness, through challenges and successes, so long as you both shall live?"

"Yes, I do," you answer quickly. You hear small laughs coming from the audience.

The officiant gives you a small smile before continuing. "Wedding rings are a traditional symbol of the strength of the bond between two soulmates." Connie comes from behind Jean with the wedding bands and gave you both one.

"This bond is never broken, and continues in a perpetual circle, glowing with the warmth and eternal light of two souls in a perfect union. By wearing these rings, you will be always reminded of the connection you share and the vows you have made today. Jean, please, repeat after me;

I, Jean..."

"I, Jean..."

"present you, y/n, with this ring..."

"as a symbol of our everlasting love."

"Let it never lose its luster..."

"just as my love for you will never fade."

Jean, still gently holding your hand, slips the ring on (whatever finger your culture uses for weddings!). He can't help but admire it for a moment. He looks back up at you with the biggest grin. All you had to do was place the ring on his finger and your marriage would be "official".

"y/n, repeat after me. I, y/n..."

"I, y/n..."

"present you, Jean, with this ring..."

"as a symbol of our everlasting love..."

"let it never lose its luster..."

"just as my love for you will never fade."

You slip the ring onto Jean's left finger.

"By the power vested in me by the Ymir Life Church and Paradis, under the eyes of the Ymir, I happily pronounce you Husband and Wife! Jean, kiss your bride."

At that moment, everyone disappeared. It was just you and Jean. Jean places a hand on your waist and pulls you in. You find your hands riding up his chest and resting on his shoulder as you get closer. You and Jean connect and all of sudden, you're not in that bubble anymore.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time, I give you Mr. Kirstein and Mrs. l/n!!."

You and Jean left together as "spouses". The first thing you did was official wedding photoshoots that were to be spread all over Paradis and all over the world- thanks to social media. Y'all kinda look like Meghan and Harry tbh.

Anyway.

You both got an opportunity to change in your reception outfits. After that, it was another car ride to the reception venue. Jean held your hand and couldn't stop talking about how beautiful you looked. You were so flustered, you couldn't get a response out. When you reached the venue, the driver helped out first and Jean slipped out of the car after you. He took your hand and entered the reception venue with you.

When you entered the dining hall, you were welcomed by cheers and claps. It was extremely overwhelming- not in a bad sense, however. You looked around the room and caught some familiar faces. You saw Bertholdt and Reiner sitting at a table with another unfamiliar girl. Across the room, Mikasa is seated with Connie, Historia, and Ymir. Everyone else is family that Levi most likely reached out to.

You and Jean take a seat and the cheering calms down. You lean on Jean's shoulder and sigh. The day wasn't over yet, but you were already so tired. Jean places his head on top of yours. "I can't wait to just be with you. I don't know what you had planned tonight but to be honest, I just want to sleep. I haven't realized how tired I was until now," Jean says quietly. "I have to agree. Let's just take a shower, cuddle and just pass out."

Jean brings his head up and smirks at you. "A shower? Together?" You only roll your eyes jokingly. "Oh, look, I think Levi is gonna call us up to have our first dance." "Don't worry, I'll get my answer sooner or later, y/n. You can't run from me." Jean pokes your arm teasingly, which causes you to squirm a little bit. Levi calls you up and Jeans takes your hand to lead you to the dance floor.

(Song of your choice) starts playing and you're not even sure where to start. Jean has a hand on your waist and is holding your free hand. You have a hand on his shoulders. "I'm not even sure where to start, we never practiced," you whisper. Jean smiles softly. "Don't worry about it. We're in this together aren't we?" He begins to move, taking full control. You stumble a bit but your reception dress hides your clumsiness. After a bit, you weren't stumbling anymore. You rest your head on Jean's shoulder and he pulls you even closer. Your movements get even slower. The music slowly disappeared and so did everyone else. It was just you and Jean.

When the music actually came to an end, you pulled away slowly. "You did great," Jean says softly. "So did you." You both go back to your seats. Waiters started to come out and take everyone's orders for dinners and started to pour drinks- meaning a toast would be coming up.

Mikasa comes up to the dance floor and awkwardly clanks her glass, trying to get everyone's attention. Everyone turned their heads and it wasn't because of the awkward clanking of the glass. There were some 'What the hell is she doing here?'s and 'Eren's b*tch?'s. You could visibly see Mikasa's nervousness so you attempted to lock eyes with her. It took her a while but she could finally look you in the eye. Mikasa clears her throat. "Um, hi. You're probably wondering why I'm here but today is not about me. It's about y/n and Jean. I was once y/n's closets friends until I was pressured to do something that I wouldn't normally do." Mikasa gives Levi a side-eye. The shrimp man crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

"y/n is absolutely amazing...I can't really put it into words but there's something about her that just make people want to be around her. I can see why Jean fought so hard to be with her."

Jean squeezes your hand when she makes that comment.

"I often think to myself about how y/n could have easily met Jean at a café or a movie theatre or something rather than on TV show. But at the same time, this was good for her...and all of us. Here we discovered the lengths of our friendship and who we really were as people. I believe these ups and downs helped y/n find Jean- her true love. Honestly, I wish you both a happy future. Make it worth it."

Mikasa raises her glass and everyone clinks their glass with their neighbors. Connie begins to walk up to the dance floor as soon as Mikasa leaves.

"I'm going to be really honest with you. This is was unexpected. I honestly thought that today was going to be about me." Connie raises his eyebrows at Jean, who furrows them.

"But I guess it's a good thing I didn't marry y/n. I wouldn't have been enough to handle. So, congrats to you, Jean. You're tolerable."

Connie gets off the dance floor without giving you or Jean a look. You look at Jean and he's hurt. "H-hey...maybe he's drunk or something. In his feelings, you know? Don't let him make you feel bad," you say. Jean gives you a small smile before sipping down his drink.

Moments later, it was time for parent dances. Jean got up to dance with his mom. It was a little bit uncoordinated than yours but they looked like they were having a lot of fun.

Next was the bouquet and garter toss. You started with the garter first. You sat in a chair with your legs cross. You knew this was going to happen but it wasn't rehearsed. Jean could see your uneasiness, so he started doing a silly sensual dance. It made you laugh and your laughter got louder once he started shimming down to the floor. He got closer to your thigh and you felt your face heating up. You slapped your hand over your mouth once he starting biting the garter and pulling it off. As he continued, you cupped your face. When Jean was finally day, cheers erupted and you uncovered your hot face. Jean closes his eyes and throws the garter into the crowd and it lands in the hands of Reiner. The guys cheer even louder for him as he awkwardly glances over at Bertholdt, who is a few people away from him.

Next was the bouquet throwing. You closed your eyes and the guest counted you off. Once you heard the number three, you threw the bouquet. You open your eyes and turn around to see that Bertholdt had gotten the flowers. His face is so red...he look like a tomato.

After your guest settled down, it was time to cut your cake, meaning that your wedding day was almost over. You picked a (cake of your choice) for tonight. "It looks delicious. I can't wait to try it," Jean whispers in your ear. "It is. You'll love it," you respond. You pick up a knife. Jean wraps his hands around yours. You both gently place the knife on the cake and pushed it down. You lean back to give Jean a kiss and he gives you one. Jean grabs two forks by the cake and hands one over to you.

Jean scoops a piece of the cake first. He places a hand on your chin and you open your mouth. "Ladies first," he says as he places the cake in your mouth. You take a minute to savor the taste before swallowing. You also take a piece of the cake and get on your toes to feed Jean. He chuckles softly at your struggle before taking the fork from you and feeding himself. "You're right, it's good," he says after swallowing. He bends down slightly to give you another kiss.

The night was slowly coming to an end. There was no sight of Connie after his stupid speech and Levi and Erwin were getting ready to get home. Historia and Ymir had left right after the cake cutting ceremony but had promised to call you once everything had settled down. You and Jean formally greeted your guest and started your goodbyes.

Mikasa had gone up to you with a slightly awkward face. "Today wasn't so bad, huh?" she starts. You give her a kind smile. "It wasn't. Did you enjoy yourself?" Mikasa pauses to answer. "Your wedding was beautiful...however, I can't get upset over the reaction about me being here. y/n, I have to apologize again. What I did was completely wrong. I shouldn't even be blaming Levi for everything. I could have told you at first and-"

You pull Mikasa into a hug to shut her up. "Mikasa, move on. Come on, we're adults! At least you're apologizing and trying- unlike someone we know," you joke. You pull away. "Hopefully, if Jean and I have a real wedding, it won't be as awkward for you." Mikasa nods. "I'll see you around. Congrats." As Mikasa walks off, Reiner, Bert, and this mystery blonde come up to you. Inside Reiner's pocket is your garter sticking out and Bertholdt is clenching your bouquet.

"Hey," you start," Thank you for coming. Who's your friend?"

Bertholdt looks over at the blonde. "Thank you for inviting us...um...this is Annie. My dad thought you were her."

Now, why did Bertie's dad think you was this yt girl?😟

LMAO. "Nice to keep you, Annie. You Bertie's girl?" you ask.

Annie shakes her head no frantically. "OH, NO. Never in a million years, no. Yuck!" she answers dramatically. Reiner throws an arm over Bert's shoulder. "He's actually my boy now," he says proudly. "OH-! Congrats! So we're having a wedding for you soon, yes?" You tease. Reiner nods and Bertie tries to hide his face in Reiner's hair. "When did this all happen...? I just eliminated you like...two weeks ago?"

"Well...Reiner and I were still in contact and when I left, he reached out to me. We met up a few times and we hit it off," Bertie explains. "Congrats. I'm really happy to hear that," you answer. You turn around to look for Jean. He's talking to his mom. He gives you a small glance before continuing his conversation with her. "I better go catch up with Jean. It was nice to see you...and finally meeting you, Annie." The trio say their goodbyes before leaving.

You make your way over to Jean but you're stopped by the human fit of annoyance- Levi. You were so tired of him but you threw on a smile since Erwin was walking over as well. "Yes, Levi? I thought we were done here," you say in a singsong voice. "Aw, you're ready to go?" Levi says sarcastically. You open your mouth to answer but he cuts you off. "For starters, thank you for adding on to mine and Erwin's paychecks. We really appreciate it. Arrangements for your hotel and honeymoon have been put together. You're tired of me, but don't hesitate to call me if something goes wrong. Besides that, I wish you luck. Make everything worth it."

Levi walks past you and Erwin stops to hug you before following his husband.

Jean makes his way up to you, his mom following behind. "Everything good? I saw shrimp talking to you." You take Jean's hand. "Everything's good." Jean pulls you into a side hug. "Aw, you guys are so cute. I really do hope you last," Jean's mom comments, "I've always wanted a daughter."

"Mom, nothing's official yet-"

"I'm glad you think of me as your daughter, June."

"Well, I'll see you later. Jean, take care of her tonight. Be good to her and listen to her. Don't be rough, she's not a rag doll," June warned her son. She had a finger up in his face and everything. Seeing their relationship on the regular was going going to be hilarious.

Jean swats his mom's finger out of his face before waving her goodbye. He then fully wraps his arms around you. "No offense. But I'm glad this is over. We'll get to know each other one on one now," he says. You can't help but agree.

ITS FINALLY OVER. well not exactly. i have one more chapter to write and y’all will never hear about levi, 12 guys, and dates ever again😭 but since this series has reached its goal (you getting married) please do me a favor and rate my series, it would be appreciated!

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And Then I Left You

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in a “what if” version to the RCD/TRR fan fic And Then I Met You Series

A/N I know this took forever. I've rewritten this chapter four different times and still I don't like it. Smh. Here it is before I ruin it anymore, LOL. The next chapter will be the end of this what if series for Thomas and Amanda. I'll still use this AU for drabbles and requests, as long as it doesn't involve a bachelor/bachelorette party 🤣

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Chapter 14 P-A-R-T-Y!

Sunlight began to creep through the blinds as morning came about. One particular beam drifted until it was directly over Thomas's eyes. His lips twisted into a slight frown as he fought off waking at such an unholy hour.

Keeping his eyes shut, he rolled onto his stomach and turned his head away from the offensive reminder that the day was beginning. His mind drifted along with the thoughts do the lady beside him. He reached out blindly to draw her close.

His eyes opened to see the empty space beside him. Brow furrowing, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked about.

He couldn't recall a time since he had first met Amanda when she had awakened before an alarm clock or rather him relaying said alarm clock's message.

The door to their bedroom opened, causing him to jerk the covers up.

"Oh!" Amanda smiled brightly at him. "Good, you're awake."

"Yes, but why are you?" He eyed the tray in her hands that held various covered dishes and a carafe of coffee.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep." She set the tray down over his lap.

His eyebrows lifted when she removed the lids covering the dishes.

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."

Amanda poured him a cup of coffee while an excited grin flittered about her lips.

"I can only claim credit for the eggs and bacon. Hana is the one who made the pastries and fresh fruit."

He relaxed once she was sitting beside him on the bed. Motioning towards the mounds of pastries, he insisted she help him eat these.

"If I want to fit in that wedding dress, I know I shouldn't." She reached over and took an orange and cranberry scone. "Hana's baking is too hard to resist."

"I doubt a pastry or two will ruin your gown." He grumbled. "Your figure is perfect. It always will be."

His frown eased when she kissed his cheek for that compliment.

Her eyes rested on him. Nibbling her scone, her smile turned tender with how he looked when first awake. His dark hair was sticking up in the back. Stubble covered the lower half of his face. His charcoal t-shirt was snug along his biceps and chest.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Amanda shook her head. "Just thinking how adorable you are."

Lifting the tray off his lap, his lips quirked up. "I don't believe I have ever had that description applied to me at any point in my life."

"Well, I think you are along with--"

He kissed her. Her laughter over him ordering her to drop the scone and pay attention to him was muffled with another heated kiss.

He lifted his head and smiled down at her. He couldn't wait until these types of mornings were the norm in his life.

"I have something to confess." Amanda told him.

"What is it?"

"The breakfast was meant to butter you up."

"You," Thomas kissed down her neck, "have never needed anything to make me fall in with your plans."

"Well, it wasn't just for that." She tilted her head to the side to help his progress. "I also wanted you well fed for the idea I had."

He propped himself up on his elbow. "Which is?"

"As you know, I have been trying to get a tan before the wedding," she gestured toward her body, "which isn't the easiest thing to do."

He nodded.

"And since we are about to be separated for these parties Maxwell and Ryan have planned for us, I thought you and I, with Hana's assistance, could leave before anyone wakes up and spend the day together."

His frown eased.

"There is a beach not too far from here that rarely has people we could go to." She added. "Then we could go wherever we wanted until it is time to get ready."

"I say yes, but I should also point out," Thomas responded, "that I haven't finished writing my vows yet."

"Thomas, I don't care about that." She rolled her eyes. "We can do the traditional vows if you prefer."

"But you already wrote yours." He pointed out. "I know what I want to say, it is merely that the words aren't coming out right."

"Then wing it if you wish." Amanda sat up for another scone.

"Wing it?" His eyebrows drew together. "I'm not going to ruin the moment by muddling through my vows to you."

"Just write down the points you wish to make and allow the moment to help you find the words." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "All I care about is that you love me and want the rest of our lives to be spent together."

"That's why I'm marrying you." He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to his side. "Perhaps that should be the way to go with this. I don't think I'll come up with any vow I'm truly happy with."

"Good." Amanda poured him another cup of coffee. "I'll go finish loading up the car."

Thomas watched her walk out of their room with a slight bounce to her step. He knew that she must truly want alone time with him to purposely wake up this early. He couldn't recall her ever willingly, much less in an enthusiastic mood, greet the early morning hour.

And he realized how much that meant to him.

Reaching for his notebook, he began to write his vows.

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They drove about an hour away to a small stretch of sandy beach.

"How did you find this place?" Thomas helped carry most of the items Amanda had insisted they needed.

"I didn't. Drake found it one visit." Amanda nearly toppled over from the weight of the picnic basket Hana surprised her with. "Now we use it whenever we need a break from our public lives."

It was indeed secluded. Palm trees and overgrown bushes nearly obscured the narrow sand path. No one would know they were there unless they noticed the black jeep parked under some shade trees.

They soon had a large umbrella set with all their things not too far from the waves lapping at the shore.

Thomas took a deep breath of the salty sea air in the hopes that it would help relieve some of the stress he had been under. He was ready for their wedding to be over. He knew once that was done, they could relax in their new life together and he could officially begin filming.

Amanda patted the blanket she sat upon. "Come here."

She motioned for him to stretch out on his stomach.

"Shouldn't we be doing this in the sun?" He asked.

"We will, but first..." She squeezed some sunscreen in her hand then began to apply it to his back.

Feeling the multiple knots of stress, she switched to massaging them away.

"You have no idea how good that feels." Thomas mumbled.

Her lips curved somewhat at that. With nothing but the sound of the ocean in the background, her hands continued to work through the many knots that had taken over his shoulders.

Thomas had not realized how stressed he had become until she started her ministrations. Her touch alone usually had the ability to relax him. He had no idea she had this kind of power over his body.

When her hands began to ease off on the pressure, he startled a laugh out of her by pulling her down beside him.

He felt a wealth of contentment in seeing her smile.

"What is it?" She asked when he simply stared at her.

"I was thinking that if we weren't getting married in two days that I would be proposing we do so as soon as possible."

"Knowing me," she teased, "I might agree to that."

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A few hours later in the town of Portavira...

"I still can't believe how much trouble we are having with this." Ryan grumbled. "Why is this so hard?"

"I don't know." Maxwell slumped in his chair. "Between the two of us, we should have the party of the century planned. Instead, we have nothing but Liam's part in it, drinks, and--" his cell phone vibrated. "It's Nadia." He excused himself and walked a little way away from the outdoor café.

Ryan turned his attention back to his phone, scrolling through possible ideas. Everything he thought of he knew Thomas would hate. Liam called to remind him of a few more nobles from nearby nations that should at least have an invitation to the party so as not to feel slighted.

"I'm glad you told me." He wrote the names down on a napkin then slipped it into his pocket. "I'll tell them that we weren't certain we could have a party or not until now. Hopefully they won't take offense."

"I think that will work." Liam responded. "If there are any problems, I'll talk to them personally about it."

Ryan thanked him as he ended the call. The rest of his time spent in trying to figure out what to do for this party.

"Sorry about that." Maxwell returned to his seat. "Nadia finally broke Hana into revealing where the happy couple disappeared to. If we want to make certain they don't escape, then we better go collect them ourselves."

Ryan finished his coffee then followed Maxwell back to the car.

"So, did you decide who goes where?" Maxwell asked.

"Go ahead and take the yacht." Ryan pulled out the various lists of restaurants and clubs from his pocket. "I'll choose one of these while you drive."

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"So much for our grand escape." Amanda mumbled, dropping her beach bag in the entry hall.

"Once we clean up, we can--" Thomas narrowed his eyes when Ryan nudged him further inside.

"We have too much to do. You don't have time to come up with some scheme of getting out of this." He grinned unrepentantly. "I've found the perfect place for your dull, low-key bachelor party."

"And I," Maxwell slung his arm around Amanda's shoulders, "have found the most epic place to host yours." He leaned over toward her to whisper loudly. "Which strippers did you prefer to do body shots off of again? The firemen or the cowboys?"

Thomas didn't bother to mask his groan while Amanda laughed.

"Neither thank you." She shook her head over his continued teasing and torment of her fiancé.

"I've already got your dress picked out for you upstairs." Maxwell told her. "Sorry Thomas, but Ryan wouldn't let me pick out your clothes."

"Thank God." Thomas muttered as he followed Amanda upstairs.

He stopped in his tracks at the sight of the blue dress on their bed. It was nearly an exact replica of the one she had worn the night Addison and Holly took her out to some of L.A.'s nightclubs. The only difference was that this one had sequins sewn here and there to draw the eye.

Amanda noticed the look upon his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He stepped over to the bed. His fingers brushed the soft material that would cling perfectly to her figure. "Did Maxwell hire exotic dancers?"

"Of course not!" She laughed, looping her arms around his neck. "He knows I would be highly embarrassed if he did."

Thomas merely grunted. He doubted that this kind of dress was meant for a night out with just ladies.

"You know," Amanda kissed up to his ear, "I could be persuaded to leave my party early to meet up with a certain someone."

"Really?" His frown eased. "Then make certain your phone is on you at all times."

"I will."

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Sunset...

"All right party peoples!" Maxwell walked into the living room carrying a tray of drinks. "Time to kick off tonight's festivities."

"What is this?" Holly eyed her bright colored drink.

"Something for just the bachelorette party." He told her as he passed out the others. "It's my own personal concoction that I have perfected over the years."

"You're going to love it." Nadia told her. "He made it for me on our third date and I think that might have been when I fell in love with him."

He swooped in to kiss her on his way to hand Olivia her drink.

"What about the rest of us?" Chris asked once Shannon took a sip.

"I've got ours." Ryan announced. He walked in with a tray filled with tumblers of old fashions. "Where are the bride and groom?"

"Still getting ready." Addison replied. A sly smile appeared on her lips. "I think Thomas is most likely having a heart attack over my bringing that blue dress back to life."

"What blue dress?" Riley asked.

"Just something I whipped up." Addison explained. "I made it look like one she wore in California one night." Her eyes sparkled with mirth. "Let's just say that he was absolutely miserable that we didn't invite him to come along with us once he saw her in that dress."

"You made that dress?" Holly burst out laughing. "Poor Thomas."

"What is our schedule for tonight?" Drake asked.

"We of the bridal party are going directly to the yacht." Maxwell told him. "I couldn't find the right nightclub here for us, so I instead invited the club to our yacht."

"We of the groom's band of brothers are going to the country club." Ryan explained. "They have a private dining room set aside for us. Then we'll meet the ladies and their party at the yacht."

"I think we should tell them that the parties will be combined." Hana spoke up. "It seems cruel to keep them in the dark."

"I think we should too." Matt added. "No need to make them miserable."

"It's only a few hours." Maxwell argued. "Then the surprise will be all the sweeter."

*****************

The bachelor party

"Uh oh." Drake nudged Liam. "Did you know they were coming?"

"Who?" Liam scanned the room. His eyes found the two noblemen. "I can't believe they came!"

"So you did know they were coming?" Drake eyed them warily as they mingled closer and closer to where Thomas was.

"I knew they were invited to the wedding. It was my idea to do so as not to insult them." Liam downed the rest of his old fashion. "But I assumed they would claim they had other plans this weekend after...well."

They knew they would have to intervene.

Amanda's two exes were introducing themselves to Thomas.

***************

"Welcome gentlemen." Ryan held his hand out toward the two strangers. "You must be from court."

"Yes," the taller of the two said. "I'm Sir Yorrik Hagen of her majesty's court in Vallenheim." He gestured toward the man next to him. This is "Lord Henri Anouilh, the Marquis of Caltabellota."

"Caltabellota?" Matt said after the introductions were made. "Where is that?"

"Oskal." Henri replied briskly. "Yorrik insisted we come and give our," his upper lips curled in disdain, "congratulations."

Thomas's eyes narrowed slightly. "Thank you."

"Soooooo?" Chris drawled. "I assume you two are familiar with the bride-to-be."

A pained look came over Yorrik while Henrie merely glared.

"Yes, we are familiar with Lady Amanda." Yorrik replied.

Liam and Drake arrived.

"My lords," Liam greeted. "I'm glad you were able to join us this evening."

"We won't be staying long." Henrie announced. "We have to see Amanda next."

Yorrik cleared his throat, slowly shaking his head over what was about to be said next.

"Amanda?" Thomas folded his arms. "You're going to her party?"

"Lord Maxwell said we could drop by since his is a come one come all type party." Yorrik explained.

"It is?" Thomas whirled around toward Ryan. "So, we could have had our parties combined?"

"Now Thomas," Ryan tried to placate his friend. "I actually have planned for our party to join hers in another hour or two."

"Good." Henrie nodded. "That is enough time."

"Enough time for what?" Drake asked.

"For us to do what we came to do." Henrie replied.

"Which is?" Thomas bit out.

"I do not have to explain myself to commoners." The marquis sniffed in disdain once more. "Yorrik can, if he wishes to demean himself."

Thomas turned his attention toward the other man.

"It is only honorable that we tell you." Yorrik straightened his posture. "We intend on convincing Amanda that she has made a grave mistake."

"She should marry one of us!" Henrie exclaimed. "Not some," he eyed Thomas up and down, "nobody."

"Excuse me?" Ryan's easygoing charm disappeared. "You're going to try and break them up because he isn't famous enough for you?"

"Fame has nothing to do with it." Yorrik shrugged. "He isn't a noble. She holds a title that is a mere step down from those of the royal family. Lady Amanda is respected in our countries. Either of us married to her would be a benefit to Cordonia as well as our own countries." His bright green eyes hardened at the man who had somehow gotten her to say yes. "You on the other hand have nothing to offer."

Thomas was halted by Liam.

"I understand your anger." He whispered. "But any altercation would cause problems between Cordonia and their countries since you will be officially a duke the day after tomorrow."

Thomas tried to control his temper.

"You won't take her from me." He managed to keep his voice down so as not to draw unwanted attention. "You don't know her like I do."

"We know her better." Yorrik replied. "The marquis courted her two years ago. I courted her all of last year."

"And she turned down both of your offers of marriage." Liam reminded them. "Lady Amanda is not known for changing her mind easily."

Henrie sniffed. "We will see about that." He bowed to Liam. "Good evening."

Yorrik bowed too on his way out.

Thomas jerked his arms out of his friends' grips to follow after the two men who just upended the peace he had from his day spent with his love.

Could they convince Amanda that she could do so much better?

The thought of her with one of those stuck up, dispassionate noblemen made his stomach turn. The woman he fell in love with was warm, full of laughter, and never looked down upon anyone.

He couldn't lose her to them.

But...

She had dated both of them.

"I have to go to that party." He turned around toward Liam. "Where is Maxwell hosting it?"

"Thomas, dinner is about to be served." Ryan argued. "Amanda's not going to listen to them. She--"

Thomas held his hand up to make him stop talking. "Where is it?"

"Maxwell is hosting it on The Prestige, a yacht docked not too far from here." Liam led him over to a wall of windows looking out over Portavira's bay. "There," he pointed to the west, "that ship with all the lights flashing is the one she's on."

"I'll go with him." Drake announced when Thomas left without another word.

"Me too." Matt passed his drink to Chris. "I think he'll need all the cool heads we can get to intervene once he sees those guys asking her to marry one of them instead.

Ryan softly groaned. "Chris you better go too. Liam and I will wrap this party up and be there as soon as we can."

Once the three chased after Thomas, Liam turned his friendly nature to the rest of the bachelor party. "Gentlemen, the groom had an emergency but will be joining us on our next venture." He smiled at his audience. "We'll be ending the night with the ladies at the party Lord Beaumont is hosting."

Murmurs of approval echoed around the room as the large group sat down at various tables to eat and socialize.

"Do you think he'll be able to remain calm?" Liam whispered.

"Honestly, I don't know." Ryan whispered back. "The way he is with Amanda is unlike anything I've ever seen before, and I've known him since before we became famous." He downed his drink and then the ones left over from his friends. "I think we better hurry this party along as fast as we can."

*************

The bachelorette party...

"It's down to the bride and the ice duchess!" Maxwell told the crowd. "On your mark..."

Amanda tried not to laugh at the sight of Olivia swaying slightly in her seat. She didn't realize that she herself was just as unsteady in her own."

"How," Olivia hiccupped, "how many of these have we had?"

"Dunno." Amanda picked up a shot glass filled with Maxwell's signature party drink.

This time, he had it frozen in honor of her love for slushies.

The drinking contest he came up with involved downing shots filled with the frozen drink. Last one to succumb to a brain freeze was declared the winner. Olivia and Amanda had beat all the other people who had decided to play the game. Holly was still clutching her head from two rounds earlier.

"Get set..." He grinned at the two ladies. "Go!"

They downed the first shot, each wincing and continued down the line.

Olivia began to slow down as she neared the end. Chill bumps were covering her skin. She could feel the pain pulsating around her brain, bringing tears to her eyes.

Amanda's insides felt numb. Each swallow only deadened her body even more.

"You okay?" She asked when Olivia set her next to the last glass down with a thud. "You didn't drink it."

"I'm," Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose, "I'm not thirsty anymore."

Amanda knocked back her last shot, then slid off her stool, barely catching herself.

Maxwell held her arm up as the party goers cheered.

"I didn't, I didn't," Amanda tried to clear her head, "I didn't want to get, to get drunk."

"You're not drunk." Maxwell placed a crown with a veil on her head. "You're finally enjoying yourself."

"I am s'posed to...s'posed to meet up with..." Her eyes widened. "Who invited them?!"

"Who?"

Maxwell turned to see just who she was talking about.

"Yorrik and Henrie!" She whispered. "Hide me!"

Maxwell quickly pushed her towards the back of the boat.

"What are they doing here--NACHOS!" She exclaimed when they passed by a buffet table. "You got my favorite food!"

"I'll get you some later." He pulled her up a set of dark stairs. "Just keep your voice down."

"But, nachos." She pouted, trying to pull out of his grasp. "Can't I just have one to--"

"You either hide or get nachos with your two most persistent exes." Maxwell explained once they made it to the top deck. "Which would you prefer?"

Amanda's brow furrowed.

"Are you seriously debating this right now?" Maxwell asked.

She nodded.

He threw his hands up in frustration.

"Wait here." He forced her down on a deck chair. "Don't move and don't make a sound. Got it?"

"But I want to--"

"SHHH!" he covered her mouth. "I'll take care of everything."

"Even nachos?"

"Yes, even nachos." He muttered. "Just stay in that chair. Got it?"

"Got it." She clumsily saluted him.

He grumbled as he left about needing way more time to plan for party mishaps on the way downstairs.

As soon as he disappeared, Amanda ignored his warnings, got to her feet after a few tries, and walked over to the railing. She leaned over it to observe her party below. Giggles escaped her lips when she saw her friends dancing, knowing they didn't know where she was or that she could see them.

She then saw Thomas arrive.

"Thomas!" She shouted in vain. The music was much too loud.

She waved her arms in the air to get his attention. Her movements caused her to fall sideways upon the floor.

"Ouch." She somehow became upright. Kicking off her shoes (one of which fell over the railing), she tried once again to get his attention.

Even though she was mostly in the shadows, she was seen by the three men hoping to have a word with her. Henrie scooped up her shoe and led Yorrik to the stairs.

******************

Thomas knew when he boarded the ship and saw the crowd that Amanda would be off either on the sidelines or somewhere she could observe the party. After scanning the tables, he lifted his eyes toward the other two levels of the ship and saw her waving at him.

"There she is." He pointed for Drake, Chris, and Matt's sake.

"And there they are." Drake replied.

Yorrik and Henrie were approaching her from behind.

Thomas cursed and pushed his way through the crowd.

"Shouldn't you stop and think a minute about what you're going to say or do?" Chris asked as he dodged some dancers.

"I don't think he has time." Matt carefully set a drunk and flirty Kiara away from himself.

Thomas ignored them as he fought his way over. He couldn't think of anything other than these men taking advantage of his fiancée's most likely inebriated state.

And having witnessed her drunk once before, he worried even more so.

******************

"I believe you lost this, my lady."

Amanda spun around nearly falling over once more."Henrie!"

His smirk eased into a more sincere smile. "It is good to see you again, your grace."

She merely stared at him with her mouth open.

"Allow me." He knelt before her and paused. "Where is your other shoe?"

"My other what?" She looked down at her bare feet. "Huh. I dunno."

Yorrik cleared his throat as he stepped into the light. "Hello, Amanda."

Her head jerked up. "Yorry?"

His smile appeared over her using his nickname. "I think you know why we're here."

“I don't." Her head turned from one to the other. "Why are you here?"

"Because you are marrying the wrong man." Henrie explained.

Thomas made it up to the top level. He felt his heart stop at the sight of the two talking to her about him. He couldn't think of a what to do or say to make this stop. He remained frozen in the shadows, listening to their reasons why they should be her husband.

Henrie got to his feet and dusted his pants. "You should be with a man who loves you and is your equal."

Her brow furrowed. "Thomas loves me."

"Perhaps." Yorrik conceded. "But he is a nobody."

"A commoner." Henrie calrified.

"We assumed you refused our proposals because you wanted Liam." Yorrik added. "Since you were caught in that scandal, you lost your chance to be with him."

"Not Liam." Amanda shook her head, wishing she hadn't drunk so much so she could explain it better. "That's not right."

"We are willing to overlook your," Henrie's lip curled in disgust, "giving in to some baser inclinations."

Yorrik stepped forward and took her hand in his. He raised it to his lips then knelt down before her.

"Amanda, I still feel the same way I did when I asked you to marry me." He told her. "We can have a life working together for the good of both our countries. Our heirs will inherit from a duchy and an earldom once my father dies." He smiled softly up at her. "Don't you remember all the plans I made for us taking our rightful places in society?"

Her frown did not help his proposal. Nor did her yanking her hand away.

"I still feel the same way too." She slurred somewhat. "I feel nothing for you, Yorrik."

"Amanda, please, reconsider--"

She shook her head no.

"I love Thomas." Amanda declared in her duchess tone. She ruined it by sliding along the railing and nearly falling over yet again.

Henrie gently clasped Yorrik's shoulder in commiseration, then took his place before her.

"Amanda, you know out of everyone, I'm the one you should be marrying."

"No, Henrie." She tried to push him away when he moved closer, pinning her against the railing. "I don't wanna marry you either." She tried to yank her wrists out of his grasp. "Let me go!"

"You've had your fling." He snapped at her, holding even tighter than before. "Now it's time to grow up and be a proper lady."

Drake, Matt, and Chris managed to reach the upper deck at the moment Henrie went down with a cry of pain.

Thomas had only taken two steps forward to rip him away when it happened.

The four of them tried to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

Amanda stood over the whimpering nobleman. Her fists were clinched at her sides. The look on her face was nothing short of furious.

"You brought that on yourself." She slurred. "I told you to let me go."

"Did she just knee him in the balls?!" Chris accidentally burst out.

Amanda looked up in shock over having her actions witnessed by others. Her surprise turned to absolute delight when she saw Thomas.

"You're here!" She stepped on Henrie and shoved Yorrik out of her way to greet the one she wanted to marry.

Thomas grabbed her when she stumbled the last few steps. He steadied her, then gently checked her wrists.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked, somehow managing to remain calm.

"Not as much as I hurt him." She replied proudly.

He pressed a kiss to the inside of one of her wrists where it was red, then stepped forward to send the two who had bothered her away.

"Better let us handle this." Drake stopped him once more. "Your almost grace."

Thomas's jaw spasmed one more with his temper being refused to be unleashed. He gave a brisk nod.

Amanda swayed next to him, watching with great interest as Drake lift Henrie to his feet while Matt yanked Yorrik toward the stairs. Chris followed after them making comments, adding insult to injury with them being refused yet again.

Once alone, she moved once more into Thomas's arms. His frown eased when he noticed that same happy expression, she had that night back in California.

"I missed you." She looped her arms around his neck. Her lips brushed his. "I drank too much again."

He shook his head with a laugh. "I missed you too." He caressed her cheek. "Would you like me to take you home?"

She nodded, her smile growing brighter. "We could go swimming!"

Her slurred words had him wondering if she remembered what happened the last time she had drunk too much and gone swimming.

A flirty smile appeared on her lips. "Maybe this time I won't steal your shirt."

#thomas hunt x oc #and then i left you #thomas hunt x amanda #choices red carpet diaries #choices the royal romance #rcd thomas hunt #maxwell beaumont

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Coming Back Home - Chapter Five: The Time of My Life

“So I'll tell you something This could be love, because I've had the time of my life No, I never felt this way before Yes I swear, it's the truth And I owe it all to you” - (i’ve had) the time of my life: bill medley and jennifer warnes (aka the song from dirty dancing)

Plot: Six years ago, Y/N left her hometown and all its bad memories behind, and never looked back. But now, she’s come back to be the maid of honour in her sister’s wedding. Returning ‘home’ means she has to confront her past, the last thing she wants to do. When she meets the handsome best man Nick, she feels more comfortable…until her sister asks her to show Nick around town…a town that Y/N fell out of love with a long time ago.

Can Y/N fall back in love with the town she left behind, and maybe find love of her own along the way? (based on prompt by @orphicodysseywrites)

Tag List: @shinydixon, @baker151910 and @thesundrop. Let me know if you want to be added!

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol

Note: I’m so sorry this chapter took so long! I’ve been super busy during Christmas because I work retail, and when I got home, I was so drained and unmotivated to write something, but here we are! I hope y’all enjoy the emotional roller coaster this chapter will take you on ;) Also, this chapter has some parts told in Nick’s POV for the first and definitely not the last time

Read the other parts / Read this story on Wattpad!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Nick or his character! I just used Nick bc he’s the only character of Dacre’s that fits this prompt. Aside from Nick being in this, this fic has NOTHING to do with The Broken Hearts Gallery. But you should all see the movie if you can, because it’s adorable!

Later That Day

“How about this one?” Nick suggests. I scrunch my nose up. We were both trying to figure out what song to dance to at the wedding. Yes, we’ve left it late, but given everything that’s happened since we got here, can you blame us?

“Absolutely not.” Nick sighs. “What?”

"It’s a fun song! It’ll get people dancing.”

“Nick, even though we both look good, I don’t think dancing to Sexy and I Know It will be a good idea. Unless we want to give our great aunts a heart attack.” Sighing, Nick nods, crossing it off his list. “Now, I have made a playlist for this very occasion, so let me put it on...” I announce, crossing over to my phone.

“Of course you have. Katie’s told me about how many playlists you have Y/N. How many do you have now? Fifty?” Nick teases. Ignoring him, I hit play. Soon, the sounds of Waterloo by ABBA fills the room. Nick gives me a look. “ABBA? Seriously?”

“What do you mean, ‘seriously’ ?!” I ask. “They’re iconic! This song won them Eurovision!”

“That’s true, but no. No ABBA." I roll my eyes.

“No taste.” I shake my head. Ignoring me, Nick hits skip. The Time of My Life from Dirty Dancing starts playing. Nick and I look at each other. My mouth drops open, and he raises an eyebrow. “What?! This song is iconic! This scene is iconic! Patrick Swayze is an incredible dancer in this scene!”

“That’s true. He’s a great dancer. But I’m not that good.”

“I can’t judge that Nick, I’ve never seen you dance.” Nick laughs.

“That’s a good thing. You’ll see at the wedding.”

“Come on! Get some practice! Dance with me.” I urge, holding out my hands. “Please?!”

“Oh, no. Did you hear what I just said?” Ignoring him, I take his hand, gently leading him into the centre of the room. “Y/N. I’d only ever do something like this for you, but I’m telling you that I’m going to stand on your feet and you will regret ever asking me to dance with you.” He sighs, taking my other hand. I start dancing, whilst Nick stands there, awkwardly moving.

“See! This isn’t so bad!” I smile. “I’ve had...the time of my life....” I start singing. Nick laughs. “I get to endure your dancing, and you get to endure my singing. It’s only fair.”

“Guess that’s true. In that case, I should dance properly.” Nick moves closer, places his hand around my waist, and takes my other hand in his. I gasp. Did not expect him to be so close. Nick twirls me under his arm.

“I’veeee, had the time of my lifeeee...” I sing to myself. Nick laughs. “What? I know I’m not that good at singing, but this song is SO good, can you blame me?!”

“You’re not that bad.” Nick smiles, continuing to twirl and dance with me around the room. “Do you even remember the dance from this film?” He asks.

“Kinda? To be honest, all I remember is the lift. You don’t have to lift me by the way.” Nick frowns.

“I think...he dips her like this.” Nick mumbles, and before I can even do anything, he gently but effortlessly dips me. I let out a little squeal, and he quickly pulls me up, asking if I’m okay. Still breathless, I can’t even reply.

“For someone who says he can’t dance, you’re...really good.” I gasp eventually.

“Guess I’m full of surprises.” He grins. As the song draws to a close, Nick continues to hold me close. It was nice...really nice. I could stay like this forever. The music changes in the background behind us, but neither of us notice. “So...” Nick begins. “Which song do you think we should choose?”

“Well, if we pick this one, everyone will expect you to lift me.” He nods.

“We could try if you want?” He asks, dropping his hands to my waist.

“No, no, no, no, no, NICK!” I squeal as he lifts me off of my feet. “I’m ticklish! No!” I start giggling and squirming, so much so that Nick drops me. As I fall, so does he, and he lands on top of me.

“You okay?” He asks, his voice husky. I nod, breathless. He moves some hair out of my face, gazing into my eyes. “Good.” He smiles. His face has never been so close to mine before. I can see little flecks of gold in his eyes. They’re beautiful...like he is. Nick sits up and gently helps me up onto my knees. “Sure you’re okay?” He asks, and I nod again.

“Nick, it’s okay. Honestly. Thanks for today, though.” I smile, scooting over and hugging him. “Sorry you had to endure my singing though.”

“Sorry you had to endure my horrible dancing.” Nick replies. The two of us sit there for what feels like forever, but is probably just a few minutes, holding each other. Reluctantly, I pull apart.

“I better go. Katie wanted me to help finish up some of the stuff for the bachelorette party.” I announce, getting up and picking up my phone. “Bye, Nick.” I give him a small wave before walking out of the room. As soon as I’m out of his eyeshot, I lean against the wall and sigh. What is it with me these days? I had suddenly started to feel an intense desire to stay close to Nick, and spend as much time with him as possible...but gotten way more awkward at the same time. Sighing, I walk upstairs to meet Katie.

It’s probably nothing...right?

~~~

A Few Days Later: The First Night of the Bachelorette Party Weekend - 6 Days til the wedding.

“Okay, so this is the number for the hotel, even though you’re not meant to be texting or calling me....but I won’t tell!” Katie talks to Adam as I carry my suitcase towards the stairs. It’s finally here: the bachelorette party. Katie, the rest of the bridesmaids and I were travelling to a nearby town to go drinking and dancing. To save driving back to Saint Chase in the middle of the night, we were all staying in a local hotel. Sighing, I pull my suitcase towards the stairs, ready to walk down them one step at a time, whilst also trying to keep a hold on my other bags. I stifle a yawn. Since Katie and I were going down early to set up the hotel rooms, it meant we all had to get up super early, and I was nowhere near close to functioning. Not that I was usually, but today was worse.

“Need some help?” Nick asks suddenly, popping up behind me, causing me to jump and almost lose my balance. My suitcase is close to tumbling down the stairs, nearly taking me with it. But Nick holds his hands out and catches it as best as he can.

“Shit, Nick! You need to stop sneaking up on me like that!” I scold. Even though I liked seeing him, I did not like it if it meant a heart attack came along with it.

“Sorry, I just saw you were struggling, and I saw those stairs, so I thought I could help.” He shrugs. I sigh. I mean, he was right. I did need help.

“...Yeah, you’re right.” I nod. “Can you take these?” I ask, passing him most of my bags.

“God, what is IN these things?” Nick asks as he gets increasingly more laden down. “I thought you girls were only going away for the weekend?”

“Yup.” I nod, popping the p. “These bags have our sashes, some balloons, other accessories like the mini veil and tiara, headbands....the photo booth props....” I trail off when I notice Nick looking at me like I’ve grown an extra head. “Yeah, bachelorettes are intense. And Katie and I are going down early to set up, so I have to bring everything now. Hence...all this.” I gesture around with my free hand. “And this suitcase has our makeup, outfit changes, and spares, just in case.” Nick still looks horrified.

“We’re just gonna stay here, play some video games and drink some beers.” He states, making me laugh.

“Welcome to the world of the bachelorette party, Nick. Trust me, I was the same when I first started planning. Now...I am the master.” I strike a pose, and Nick laughs. “And besides, if you think this is bad, wait till you see our stuff for the day of the wedding.” Nick’s eyes go wide again, making me laugh. Nick helps me down the stairs with everything, and he and Adam help Katie and I pack the car full of our things.

“Okay, that’s us all loaded up! Bye, handsome.” Katie tells Adam, pulling him into a kiss, whilst Nick and I stand around slightly awkwardly.

“Well, uh...have fun. Be sure to...show me pictures?”

“Only if you show me some from the bachelor party too.” Nick nods. “Well...bye Nick.” I smile, giving him a small wave and walking towards the car.

“Y/N, wait!” He calls, and I turn around. He walks up to me and gently takes my hands in his. I immediately feel shivers up my arms. Nick speaks again, his voice now hushed. “If you have a nightmare again, or if you need someone to talk to, give me a call, alright? Doesn’t matter how early or late it is. I want you to know I’ll always be there for you.” I feel tears rising in my eyes all over again.

“Nick...are you sure?”

“Positive.” He pulls me into a hug before I can even react. “Have a fun weekend.” He whispers, squeezing me so tightly that I swear my heart stops. In a good way, though. Nick and I pull apart, and as I gaze into his blue eyes, I realise that I don’t want to go. Even though I knew I had to support my sister, and I knew I did want to go....a stronger part of me just wanted to stay and hang out with Nick.

“Come on, Y/N!” Katie orders. “We need to go if we’re going to have any chance of setting up before the girls arrive!” Blushing slightly, I turn back to Nick.

“Bye Nick.” I smile. He wishes me goodbye, and I get into the car besides Katie. The two of us wave as we pull out of the driveway, Nick and Adam waving us goodbye as we go. As the house fades out of view, the feeling from before, the desire to stay, returns. I try and ignore it, but it’s intense. “What is wrong with me?!” I think to myself. Whatever it is, I better forget it soon, or I’ll be thinking about Nick for the whole night.

~~~

That Night

Pushing open the door to the karaoke bar, the six of us walk in.

“YAAAAAY! KARAOKE!” Katie calls, slightly tipsy already.

“I cannot believe you’ve talked me into this. I’m not even that drunk or a good singer!” I hiss. I know I’ve already sung in front of Nick, but this was different. I was comfortable with Nick, but there were people here. People who could hear me. People who I don’t know.

“Come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun! And don’t you worry, once you get some more shots in you, you’ll be right up on that stage.” Sam grins. Sam was another member of Katie’s bridal party. Altogether, there was me, Caroline, Sam, Sam’s wife Vanessa, and Katie’s college roommate Brooke. I was so thankful that Katie has such a small bridal party. It makes my life so much easier.

“And besides, you don’t have to be a good singer...to be honest, most people aren’t.” Brooke smiles.

“If you say so....” I mumble. The group of us sit in a booth and order some drinks to get started. I’m going to need a lot more of these to get through this karaoke. If they think I’ll be up on that stage, they have another thing coming.

~~~

Two Hours Later

“Cause tonight for the first time....just about half-past ten....for the first time, in HISTORY....it’s gonna start raining meeeeeen!” I sing into the microphone. The girls cheer from the table. “IT’S RAINING MEN!” Brooke and I both sing/shout into the microphone, our arms around each other.

“I mean we’re gay but yessss!!! Love that!” Vanessa and Sam shout. It turns out it only takes a few more wines to get me up on the stage. Who knew? Brooke and I continue the song and finish to thunderous applause, mostly from the rest of the girls.

“You’re right!! That was so fun!!!!” I grin, jumping up and down. “I’m sorry for doubting youuuuu.” I pull Brooke into a hug, which she returns. The two of us sit back down at the table. “Katie! Katie! Did you see me?!” I ask. “Wasn’t I good?! Can you believe....Nick had the cheek to say I wasn’t that bad. I’m a star in the making.”

“Who’s Nick?” Sam asks.

“Well. He’s Adam’s best man. And he is cute as hell.” I grin. Fumbling with my phone, I open instagram to Nick’s profile. “SEE?!” I exclaim, showing them my phone screen.

“Babeeee, your thumb’s in the way.” Katie tells me, trying to swat it out of the way. I move it, and soon a chorus of ‘awwws’ and ‘wows’ fills the air.

“You’re right, he’s gorgeous!” Brooke nods.

“Right? I wish he could see me now. I’m so hot.” The girls agree. “Wait. Katie...I have an idea.”

~~~

A Few Hours Later

Nick’s POV

Yawning, I put my phone on charge and place it on the nightstand. The boys and I had had a fun night together, but I was exhausted, so I decided to go to bed. As I close the curtains, I hear my phone start buzzing on the nightstand. I pick it up, and a bunch of text notifications from Katie pop up on the screen. Chuckling to myself, I open the texts. If I know anything about Katie, I know she’ll most likely be drunk by this point. A picture of Y/N flashes up on the screen, accompanied by a text saying:

“LOOK HOW GORGEOUSSSSS MY SISTER LOOKS!!!!!!! BET YOU MISS HER, HUH?!” and about a million emojis. I tap on the picture of Y/N, enlarging it. Katie obviously took it whilst she was getting ready, unbeknownst to Y/N. She’s smiling as she applies her makeup, and is looking over at one of the bridesmaids, probably laughing at a joke or something. I smile. She looks so...natural? I’ve been so used to seeing Y/N being fake happy to appease either myself or her sister, and seeing her naturally, with a big smile on her face, not knowing anybody’s watching or taking her photo...she looks beautiful. I mean, she always looks gorgeous, but this time...she looked even more gorgeous. Radiant even. I didn’t even know that was possible. And Katie was right. I do miss her. It was crazy, I’ve only known her for two weeks at this point, but she was quickly becoming someone I cared about, and someone I wanted to see after the wedding. I mean, we had almost kissed...which I initiated...and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wished that we had kissed. I don’t think I’ll be forgetting her that quickly.

I scroll down, and notice a video, which Katie has helpfully captioned with “4 u ;)” I hit play. Y/N Is standing by a karaoke machine, wearing a black sequined jumpsuit, a pink maid of honour sash, and a tiara. She looks great.

“This is for youuuu Nick!” She calls, sounding pretty drunk, pointing directly into the camera. The music starts playing, and I start laughing as soon as I recognise it. It’s Dancing Queen by ABBA. Of course. Y/N immediately starts singing and dancing around the stage. She told me earlier on she couldn’t sing, but she was actually pretty good. I find myself softly singing along as she sings. Soon, the song ends, and she takes a bow to thunderous applause from the bar. She comes running up to Katie’s phone. “Were you filmin?” She asks, before looking right into the camera. “NICK! I hope you enjoyed that, even though you have NO TASTE!!! See you on Sunday!” She blows a kiss to the camera, making me smile. “...Oooh is that more champagne?” She asks, immediately walking away, making me laugh. I type out a text to Katie:

“You’re right. She does look gorgeous. Tell her I enjoyed the song. Enjoy the rest of your night girls x” I put my phone back on the nightstand and get into bed. Sighing, I look up at the ceiling. What is it with me? Y/N has been occupying my thoughts ever since she and Katie left, and I have no idea why. “You know why, you idiot.” Part of me tells myself. “It’s because you like her.” No, that can’t be it...can it? I mean, I had almost kissed her. Oh shit. Maybe I did like her. I prop myself up on my elbow and pick up my phone again. I start scrolling through my photos from the past two weeks. Y/N’s in almost every one. I feel butterflies within as I see her face smiling back at me. Oh god. I think I do like her. But there’s no way she feels the same.

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The Next Morning

Y/N’s POV

Groaning, I sit up in bed. My head is starting to pound. Getting out of bed, worming my way around the pairs of heels and accessories left on the floor, I walk into the bathroom, gasping when I see myself in the mirror. My mascara is running, my eyeshadow is smudged, and there is glitter all over my face. Sighing, I get undressed and hop in the shower, letting everything wash away with all the soapy water. Once I’m out, I hear Katie’s voice from the other side of the door, and she frantically knocks.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you in there?!” She asks. I open the door and see her shocked face on the other side.

“What? Do you need to puke?” I ask, standing aside.

“NO! LOOK!” She thrusts her phone at me. I take it and look down at it. It’s displaying her texts to Nick.

“You sent him the video of me singing karaoke?!” I exclaim. Katie frowns.

“You told me to? And no! I don’t mean that!!” She snatches her phone back and scrolls down. “Look what Nick sent!” She orders. Taking the phone back, I read the message.

“You’re right. She does look gorgeous.” I immediately block out the rest of the message. Those words replay in my mind. Nick....thinks I look gorgeous? Katie is staring at me, clearly waiting on my response...but I can’t think of anything to say. My mind and my heart feel like they’re racing at 100 miles per hour. I mean, it’s not like he outright admitted he was in love with me or anything...but in a way...he kind of did? Holy shit. I don’t even know how I feel about him. I mean, we have almost kissed already, but that doesn’t mean anything, does it? Who am I kidding, of course it means something. It means that I must like him too, or I wouldn’t have almost kissed him. My mind immediately flashes back to the times people thought Nick and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, or telling us we would make a cute couple, how I didn’t want to leave Nick for this weekend...and realisation dawns on me. The reason why I liked being told that, and why I enjoyed being with Nick...is because I wanted it. Do I...like Nick? As in...like, like? ...I think I might?

“Y/N...are you okay?” Katie asks. “You’re kinda spaced out.”

“Yeah, I’m wonderful.” I lie. I feel like my world has been turned upside down, or like the rug has been pulled out from under me, and I might collapse at any moment. Katie raises an eyebrow.

“Y/N...you promised me that if something’s going on, you’d tell me what it was. I can tell something’s up, and I want to know what. Please? You’re my sister. I want to know if something’s bothering you.” She reminds me, and I sigh.

“Fine. We’ll go for some coffee before brunch, and I’ll tell you. Now, will you PLEASE let me get dressed in peace?!”

~~~

Later

I take a sip of my coffee, letting it soothe me and my slowly developing hangover. Katie sits across from me, looking expectantly as she waits on me admitting what’s been going on with me...that I think I have a crush on Nick. Sighing, I meet her gaze...and start telling her everything. How close we’ve grown, how everyone we’ve met thinks we’d be cute together, our almost kiss, how excited I was to see him again, and...how I think I’m falling for him. When I’ve stopped, Katie stares at me silently for what feels like an eternity. I knew she’d need some time to process this...but not this long. “Uh...Katie?” I start, and she immediately cuts me off.

“I KNEW IT!” She gasps, letting out a squeal that makes some of the people in the coffee shop stare. I flush pink, but she doesn’t even notice. “God Y/N, I thought it was going to be something worse than this.” She admits. She sees my pink face and continues. “Y/N. A few days ago, I told you that I’ve seen how happy he makes you, and how it’s like when Adam and I first met. It’s SO OBVIOUS that you like him. Actually...” She giggles, stopping only to take a drink of her coffee. “I didn’t tell you, but last night you were talking about him all the time. Like for the whole night. I think the rest of the girls were too drunk to notice, but I wasn’t. Every five minutes, it was ‘do you think Nick would like this?’ ‘Nick said this...’ ‘Nick said that...’ ‘He’s so cute!’ ‘I want Nick to know how cute I look tonight!’ And now, he does! All thanks to me.” She grins triumphantly. “But seriously Y/N. It’s so obvious. To be honest, I knew that you probably liked him from that first meal in the diner, when you kicked me in the shin.”

“Sorry about that by the way.”

“No, no, don’t be silly! It’s fine. You did that every time I almost spilled your crushes to Grandma. I know you too well. BUT, I did NOT know about this almost kiss though!!!” She squeals again, thankfully quieter this time. “My sister’s getting with the best man!” I quickly shush her.

“No! Nick cannot know. At least, not yet.” She frowns at me. “For one, I have no idea if he even likes me in that way, and second, I am not doing anything to jeopardise your wedding.” Katie scoffs.

“Who cares about my wedding?! My big sister’s finally found the one!”

“Okay, that’s a bit much, I don’t even know if-”

“Oh, please. I have a feeling that he likes you too, and that you two will be happy for many years to come.” She taps the side of her head as if she’s made a breakthrough, before going back to her coffee. “So...when are you gonna tell him?”

“Katie, did you not hear what I just said? I’m not going to. At least not yet. I do want to know if he likes me back, but I don’t want to take away from your wedding.” She reaches over and takes my hand.

“Y/N. As your little sister and the bride, you have my blessing to declare your feelings to Nick before my wedding. Seriously. It’s okay. I just want you to be happy.” I smile.

“Thanks sis.” I sigh. She gets down off her seat and hugs me.

“I love you.” She whispers.

“I love you too.”

“...Oh by the way, when I said ‘who cares about my wedding?’ Yeah, well I still care about it. Even though you have my blessing, please don’t let anything go wrong.” I chuckle.

“I won’t. I promise.”

~~~

The Next Day: Sunday - 5 Days til the Wedding

Nick’s POV

Adam’s practically bouncing on his heels as the two of us wait on Katie and Y/N coming back from the bachelorette party. It was cute, though. I had seen his relationship with Katie grow over the years, and was honoured they asked me to be part of their special day. It was so clear how much they loved each other.

“Dude, calm down.” I smile. “They’ll be here soon.”

“Sorry.” He blushes. “I’ve just been missing Katie, and it’s so close to the wedding now, I’m just...I’m excited to be her husband! I’ll try and calm down.” I smile.

“It’s okay. I just don’t want Katie to come home and find out her fiancé got so excited I had to scrape his body off of the ceiling.” Adam and I laugh.

“So...how about you and Y/N, huh? You excited to see her again?” I nod. Of course I was. “And then you two can finally have that talk.” I frown, looking at him. Did he...did he know? “Oh please, Nick. I’ve seen the way you talk about her. You don’t make it very subtle. You like her, don’t you?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Not as a friend, as in...that way.”

“How did you know?” I ask, not even trying to deny it. He chuckles.

“It’s pretty obvious dude. Both Katie and I have noticed.” Before I can even say anything, he holds his hands up, stopping me. “Don’t worry. Katie and I don’t mind if you and Y/N get together. We just want you both to be happy.” I stand there in silence for a while, not knowing what to say. I mean, he was right, of course...and he gave me his blessing to be with Y/N if it came to that, so what was the issue? Well, of course, she might not like me back...but it was worth a try. “Are you going to talk to her?” Adam asks, looking at me expectantly.

“...I guess?” I say before even thinking about it. Adam grins and pulls me into a hug.

“Good luck.” He smiles. Yeah, what could possibly go wrong? Oh right, everything. Soon after, we hear a car pulling up to the house, and we open the door to see the girls getting out and unloading their suitcases and bags. My stomach twists into knots. Katie and Adam spot each other and immediately run into each other’s arms. Walking past them, Y/N walks into the house, standing in the doorway.

“Hey, Nick.” She smiles softly. The sun behind her illuminates her hair, backlighting her in a golden glow. God, she’s gorgeous.

“Uh...Hi!” I gasp, quickly realising I hadn’t replied to her. The two of us stand awkwardly silent for a few moments.

“WELL uh, I think I’m going to take these upstairs.” Y/N suddenly announces, making her way towards the stairs.

“Need a hand?”

“No! I mean uh...no, I’ll be fine. Thanks Nick.” She walks upstairs, leaving me frowning in the hallway. Why is she being so weird? You don’t think she...oh no. Does she know? Does she know that I think I like her? Does she not feel the same? Oh god, she doesn’t. That’s why she’s so awkward around me. Well, more so than usual. Katie walks into the house and gives me a hug. She winks at me as she also heads upstairs, confusing me even more. What is going on with those two? Sighing, I decide to make us all some tea. As I sit in the living room, drinking my cup, Y/N comes and sits beside me on the couch. “Oh! Thanks, Nick.” She smiles, taking a cup of tea. “So...did you have a nice weekend without us?” She asks. No. I missed you too much. I want to say, but instead, I say:

“Yeah! It was good. We just played some video games.” I immediately curse myself for saying I had a good weekend without her. Now she’ll think I hate her. However, Y/N smiles at that.

“That’s good. Katie told me you saw my karaoke video. Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I did. You know, you told me you couldn’t sing, but you’re good.” She laughs.

“I don’t think so, but thanks Nick.” She smiles. She glances up as Katie and Adam walk into the room. “I need to talk to you later.” She whispers, before greeting them both. My stomach starts twisting again. Oh god, she’s going to tell me that she doesn’t feel the same, isn’t she? Dammit. Why do I always fall too hard for a girl then end up disappointed? Katie and Adam continue talking to us both, too caught up in the excitement of seeing each other again even to notice how silent Y/N and I are. The atmosphere is shattered by the sound of a car pulling up outside. The four of us look at each other, clearly confused. Nobody else is meant to be staying here now, just us four...so who’s that?

“Did one of your groomsmen forget something?” Y/N asks. Adam and I shake our heads. “And it’s not one of us, because they’re staying in the local hotel, right, Katie?” Katie huffs.

“It better not be one of them, because I TOLD THEM this house didn’t have enough room for anyone other than us.” A knock sounds at the door. Huffing again, Katie gets up. “Let me handle this.” She sighs. “If it’s our flower vendors, I swear to god, I told them to deliver stuff to the VENUE, NOT HERE.” We hear her voice disappearing down the hallway, and the three of us go back to our tea, expecting Katie to reappear moments later with a quick explanation. Sure enough, we soon hear: “What are YOU doing here?!” Y/N places her cup down and gets up.

“I’ll help her deal with this. Don’t want any issues, like last time.” She gives me a knowing look, and I chuckle lightly. Adam and I go back to scrolling through our phones and drinking tea, until the sound of “Oh, my GOD!” cuts through the air. Frowning, Adam and I look at each other. That was Y/N’s voice. The two of us get up and walk towards the front door. A man stands in the doorway, looking at Y/N and Katie. He hasn’t noticed us yet. Y/N is holding Katie’s hand, clearly squeezing it for dear life, but neither of them says anything. Either to us, the man or each other. Their faces are pale. The man looks over at Adam and I.

“Ah! Hello there! Now, which of you is the groom?” He asks.

“Um, I am?” Adam frowns. The man smiles.

“I see! Wonderful to meet you!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but who are you? Can we help you?” I ask. The man chuckles.

“Of course! Where are my manners?!” He asks. “I’m Robert Miller.” He gestures over at the girls, still ghostly pale. “And these two lovely ladies...are my daughters.”

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sierraraeck · 4 years ago

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Healing - Epilogue

What happens after the end?

A/N: Just shit headcanons of mine. Some might be things I wanted to include and didn’t fit, or just fun ideas I had.

Later at the dinner party, Savannah makes a comment about Spencer and Aundreya and their relationship and whatever so Derek describes it to her.

He says he’d describe it as “He’d die for her, and she’d kill for him. Hell, they both already have.” Flashback to that time Spencer got shot and that other time her dad grabbed him and held a gun on him and that other time he had a sniper on him and that other other time he got kidnapped and tortured.

Then Derek asks Aundreya (who’s no longer paying attention to anyone other than Spencer) “Speaking of, what is your body count for him? Five?”

“Uh… let’s not talk about it.” It was seven. Darrell Fairchild (the guy in prison), a prison guards (she accidentally blew too much of the drug in his face), Dakota (Spencer’s dealer), Xena, Archer, Joe Spade (her dad died in prison because she sent him there and died probably due to her friends on the inside if we wanna count that), and DeLeon.

She didn’t kill DeLeon when she first cuffed him, but her friends in prison killed him on behalf of her so…

Aundreya insists that Spencer get her ring symbol tattooed on his hip like the rest of them. His has a little diamond on the inside of one of the infinity loops so everyone knows that he’s “the king to Alionth’s queen”

Aundreya stays with the BAU but whenever she has free time, she visits the ring and does what she can to keep them going, but Deen is doing a pretty good job on his own.

Deen is totally in love with Penelope and the two of them go on to have an amazing life together, causing Deen to step back a little.

Which means that Mateo and Niko get to take on more responsibility.

Mateo.

Ugh he was a good one, but he wasn’t Spencer. Mateo knew it was coming before it happened. He could see it in Aundreya’s eyes. He’s doing okay and will hopefully find some new lady soon.

Niko and Roman are together, by the way, so they’re all good.

Everyone, including the BAU, was invited to the wedding. Chaos ensued.

Mateo finally gets to rename “the ring” “the Lions”

The Lions become a criminal information network that consults with the FBI. They still do their own shit, but are up for hire, by the BAU specifically if they need it.

Aundreya finally stops dancing for money.

But she still does it for fun.

Like for Derek’s bachelor party, she got all of her best girls to dance with her, and even taught Savannah a few moves which she learned at her bachelorette party so that she could perform for Derek.

Aundreya totally gives the girls lessons.

Emily is strong so she's pretty good at it, but she’s not as flexible as JJ who is actually kind of a natural. She’s also a twig, so that doesn’t hurt. Tara has already taken a pole dancing class, so she’s got it together. Penelope is the best at all the dance stuff and could give you the lap dance of your life. Deen approved.

They perform it one night at the strip club and make a shit ton of money. What do you expect, though? They’re wearing these super hot revealing clothes and everyone is losing their minds. The girls understand the appeal and why Aundreya hasn’t quit yet. Plus, free drinks afterwards.

Aundreya always comes home to Spencer who is more than willing to reap the rewards of her in sexy stripper clothes.

But she also totally has fun staying in and reading, or curling up on the couch with him watching tv.

They’re amazing in the field.

They have very different skill sets, but when they team up, watch your back. They bounce ideas off of each other so fast sometimes the team can’t keep up. But the real magic happens in the interrogation rooms. They play off each other so well it’s honestly scary. They’re always on the same page and can freely improvise and the other can totally change their plan and follow. Like mind reading, but scarier.

Both of them still have nightmares, Spencer more than Aundreya because of his memory, but she’s always there to comfort him. They’ve had their fair share of late night walks. Spencer always brings his gun, and Aundreya has a dagger. They’re prepared.

She once took down a man that had been walking in the same direction as them for too long and kept side eyeing them. Apparently he was ‘looking at Spencer wrong’

Turns out, he was super gay and into Spencer and wanted to know if that was his girlfriend or someone else.

“Who else would I be to him?”

“Uh, I don’t know? Sister, cousin, friend…”

“I totally see the appeal but he’s taken.”

“Aundreya, get off him, I’m so sorry sir.”

They snuggle.

Neither will admit it.

But it happens.

One time it happened on the jet and the team had a meltdown.

They made fun of Spencer, asking him 21 questions about how he could get Aundreya to soften up, but no one really said anything to Aundreya about it.

Except Derek.

He made fun of her relentlessly and she kicked his ass.

The two of them spar a lot because it’s fun. They’re pretty evenly matched, but when Aundreya is pissed, Derek doesn’t have a chance. He’s stopped sparing with her when she’s in a bad mood, no matter how much she begs and reasons that it’ll make her feel better.

“But it won’t make me feel better”

“That’s not true. I know that you enjoy a good workout”

“Not when I can’t walk the next day because you don’t know how to take it easy”

“I always spar when you’re angry”

“Yeah because I’m not an out of control maniac!”

He had a point.

It’s usually their entire workout for the day. They usually draw a crowd because they’re mesmerizing to watch, but there was one time that a bunch of teenagers were around, so they recorded it and posted it on YouTube and Instagram. They went viral.

Aundreya is Emily’s wing-woman at a lesbian bar and totally helps her get this super hot trainer. It happens more than once, sometimes with Tara joining too until Emily and Tara pull themselves together and kiss. Aundreya had a similar pep talk with Emily as she had with her about Spencer.

The only other person besides Spencer that sees her soft side is Penelope. After a really rough case, they’ll drive to as many pet shops in the area and look at/hold as many cute animals as they can. The owners know them by now and will let them basically hold and take care of any animal they want to.

Rossi gifts Aundreya his expensive whiskey from that night as a housewarming gift when her and Spencer finally get a little townhouse. They didn’t want something big, but still wanted an upgrade from an apartment.

Side note: Aundreya not only wanted to recruit Penelope to join her ring, but she was looking to rope Rossi in as a client since he’s stupid rich. Never happened but could’ve been fun.

Spencer and Aundreya can really only sleep if the other is with them. It’s like they’re the other’s sleeping drug. They always get paired in the same room, because one time they tried to separate them, and they were inhaling caffeine like it was the only thing keeping them alive and were grumpy as hell the next day.

They check on the other whenever they can. It’s usually small, like longer eye contact or a small squeeze on the shoulder. They’re not big on PDA so they wait until they’re in private to just full on collapse into the other and hold each other.

They call when they haven’t heard from the other in too long because they worry.

But their favorite little “tradition” is the mornings. They have a nice routine, but the mornings they love the most are the ones they have off. They have a porch, so they’ll take their coffee and tea out there, and just sit, enjoying the morning air. Even when it’s snowing, they don’t take as long, but they make the effort to just go outside and take a deep breath before the craziness of the day starts. It grounds them and helps remind them that they’re alive, and that the other is right beside them.

And always will be.

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harlot-of-oblivion · 5 years ago

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Flowers By The Sea (Part 8)

The big day is only week away and Vergil is attending the joint bachelor and bachelorette party at the beach. Little does he know that his meddlesome brother's antics include inviting his lovely rose to the seaside get together.

Everyone loves a beach episode, right? Hope you enjoy! 🌹😘🌹

Chapter 1: Waves of Devotion

Dante sits behind his desk, elbows resting on its messy surface as he surveys the crew assembled before him. Lady is leaning against one side of the desk facing Trish, whose back is resting against the railing of the staircase with her hands on her hips. On the other side of the office, Nero regards him with guarded curiosity while lounging on the couch next to Nico, who pays him no mind as she casually rests one ankle atop her knee.

They are all staring at him expectantly, he is the one that called them all here after all, but it’s his nephew that finally breaks the ecstatic ice. “Alright, so…why the hell did ya call us all here?”

“Yeah,” Lady pipes up as she rests one hand on the desk and leans in a little closer. “What’s the deal, Dante?”

The corners of his mouth twitch into a mischievous smirk. “The deal…IS THIS!” he exclaims, reaching down under his desk before revealing a light pink pastry box to the whole crew. Another long silence follows while they just stare at both him and the wide-open box with varied expressions of perplexity and scrutiny. Dante’s smirk widens while he waggles his eyebrows, waiting for the epiphany to finally hit the crew just like it did him when he first read what is written on the inside the box:

things that fall

petals teardrops snowflakes rain stars tides eyelids time shadows leaves the sun and I, for you

Nero is once again the first to speak up. “Uh…what exactly are we looking at?”

“Oh my god!” Lady gasps, eyes sparkling with realization as she covers her gaping mouth with her other hand.

“Well, well…that was quick,” Trish murmurs while squinting at the elegant handwriting on the bottom of the pastry box.

Nero shakes his head in confusion. “What’re you guys talking about? It’s just a box with a…wait a minute,” he mutters while leaning in closer for a better look at the short and sweet poem, eyes widening when he finally notices the key words written in bigger letters right at the center of the pastry box:

and I, for you

“OOOOH! Looks like you’re gettin’ a new mom!” Nico howls while elbowing Nero in excitement.

“C-cut it out!”

Dante flings his head back and lets out a boisterous laugh while Nero swats Nico’s arm away. “It seems our sweet gardener has plucked the he loves me petal from the flower of loooooooove,” he announces gleefully, pointing at the proof with his usual theatrical flair.

Trish quirks a well-trimmed eyebrow. “Yeah…but what does that have to do with all of us?”

“Oh no,” Nero mumbles under his breath while his eyes narrow in suspicion. “You’re not thinking-”

“Oh, you know he is!” Nico quips back with a hearty chuckle.

“Listen Kid,” Dante begins to spell it all out as he sets the pastry box down on his desk. “Your old man is taking forever to seal the deal with Buttercup.”

“He does have a point,” Lady admits with a shrug.

“Which is why he needs our help,” Dante finishes with a sage nod of his head.

Nico tilts her head while her eyes glint with interest. “What’re you suggestin’?”

Dante grins as he scoots his chair back from the desk. “Well, I’m glad you asked because…” He reaches over and pulls out a piece of poster board hiding behind the old radiator on the wall. “I got it all figured out!” he declares with a proud smile while turning the poster board over to reveal the title of his grand scheme:

OPERATION: GET DUMBASS BROTHER AND BUTTERCUP TOGETHER

A jumble of colorful depictions of what this said scheme is supposed to entail greets the crew as they just stare in awe at his clever plan, which is carefully drawn out in some markers and a few crayons. Dante peeks around the poster to admire his own work, mentally patting himself on the back for drawing the perfect view of the beach. He is especially proud of the drawing of Vergil, which is just a stick figure with spikey silver hair, holding the hand of another stick figure with a flower in their hair. They are both walking on the sand as they bask in the waxy yellow sunset beside some messy instructions written in black marker.

“Oh wow! This is really happening, huh?” Lady wonders aloud while trying to read his smudged handwriting next to the happy stick figure couple.

“Are you seriously just tryna piss him off even more?!” Nero exclaims incredulously, examining the contents of the poster with a mixture of astonishment and horror at what is happening at this very moment.

“So, what exactly is the plan, Dante?” Trish inquires as she walks around the desk behind Dante’s chair before settling on the opposite side of the desk across from Lady.

“Well, I figured the best way to speed things along,” he pauses his explanation for a second to circle the stick figure couple with his finger, “is for them to show some skin,” he reveals the key element of his cunning plan with a devious grin.

“Oooh!” Nico gasps. “So, we’re gonna strip ‘em and lock ‘em in a room together!” she shouts while clapping her hands in victory and nodding her head in approval of her own wild suggestion.

Dante strokes his chin while he mulls over her crazy yet potentially brilliant idea. “That’s not bad, Nico. Not bad at all,” he assesses aloud, which earns him a disgusted grunt from his nephew. “It’s not exactly what I was thinking of, but I’ll keep in mind just in case my own ingenious plan doesn’t pan out.” He takes out a black marker and uncaps it before scribbling down Nico’s idea on the poser board while he elaborates on his carefully planned operation.

“Right now, my second in command is inviting Buttercup to the joint bachelor and bachelorette beach party,” he informs while he finishes writing down Plan B. “Which by the way, isn’t gonna stop me from dragging your ass to the strip club later,” he tacks on, pointing at his nephew with the black marker with a crude smile on his face.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…time out,” Nero interrupts, waving his hands in the air as his brow furrows in thought. “Second in command? You don’t mean-”

“Is that why Kyrie wanted to be dropped off at her house on the way here?!” Nico abruptly interjects. Dante stays quiet while he caps the marker, but his wicked grin is all the answer the crew needs to confirm Nico’s hunch.

Lady sighs and shakes her head in disappointment. “Why can’t you use that brain of yours during jobs?”

“Oh c’mon! I use my brain…most of the time,” Dante retorts while tapping his temple. “Besides, I knew as soon as I saw Vergil walking through the shop like a lovestruck zombie that this Legendary Wingman needed to step up his game,” he adds while pointing at himself with both of his thumbs, which makes the poster board fall flat on his desk.

“He did what now?” Nero scoffs while shaking his head and blinking his eyes in total disbelief.

“Aww! That’s so cute!” Lady squeals as she claps her hands excitedly. “Alright, I’m in!”

“Count me in too,” Trish chimes in with a nod.

“Me three!” Nico hollers back with a raised hand.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Nero groans while burying his face in his hands.

Dante clenches his fist in victory despite his nephew’s obvious disapproval. “Alright, so as I was saying…”

“Yeah, yeah, show some skin, we heard that part,” Lady repeats his words from earlier while looking over the meticulously planned operation on the colorful poster board. “And just how are we supposed to…?”

“Well, I’m glad you asked because in order for this to work,” Dante explains as he points to the stick figure couple, “we need to keep Buttercup’s invite a secret, or else my brother will never wear what I have in mind.”

Trish’s eyes flicker over the scribbled notes. “Do you even have a speedo?”

“Well, no…not yet.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Trish offers without a second thought, motioning towards Lady across the desk.

“Yeah!” Lady agrees with a charming grin before lightly punching his shoulder. “We’ll get ya one too.”

“Whoa! That’s not part of the-”

“Do you really think that Vergil will wear a speedo if you’re not flaunting your ass around in one as well?”

Dante ponders Lady’s reasoning before letting out a relenting sigh. “Alright…I’ll squeeze into one too, but on one condition: mine has to be red,” he requests, already writing down the change of plans before adding an afterthought. “Oh! And pick up a couple of Hawaiian shirts while you’re at it.”

Trish nods. “Deal.”

“In the meantime, I’ll lend him some of my favorite magazines,” he continues to elaborate while grabbing a copy of Slap & Tickle, shuffling through its naughty pages with a wolfish grin. “Hopefully, they’ll help loosen that stick up his ass and teach him a thing or two about-”

A loud grunt of disgust interrupts his train of thought. Dante looks over at the couch and sees that Nero is glowering at him, upper lip raised in a snarl much like his own father. But that does not deter him from asking his next question with a straight face: “What about you two?”

Nero scowls while glaring at him skeptically. “If you seriously think I’m gonna help with-”

“I’ll whip up something real special for Vergil’s girl! Don’t you worry!” Nico yells abruptly while rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

“Uhhh Nico…I don’t think she’s ever touched a weapon, much less knows how to use one,” Lady surmises while tilting her head in thought.

“She sure knows her way around a hoe though,” Dante quips back with a cheeky grin.

Nico shakes her head. “Nah, man…I’m thinking a spiritual successor to Sweet Surrender, if you catch my drift,” she clarifies with an arched brow, which only makes Nero groan in disgust again while his cheeks turn light pink with embarrassment.

“Look Kid,” Dante addresses with utmost serious while leaning over his desk, “if you’re not going to help us land you a future mom-”

“No, I’m not gonna help because it’s fucking creepy!”

“Then just stay outta the way while we adults handle it, capiche?”

Nero rolls his eyes. “Pff! Whatever…don’t come cryin’ to me when my dad turns you all into devil sushi.” He crosses his arms and slouches back on the couch, looking more and more like his father with that salty scowl on his face.

“Yoooooooo this calls for some codenames, dontcha think?” Nico suggests enthusiastically.

“Nicooooo! You’re a genius!” Dante cheers with a playful grin. “My codename will be Tony Diavolo, Kyrie will be Sunshine, you three,” he gestures towards Nico, Trish and Lady as he names off their special codenames. “Snap, Crackle, BOOM!” He glances over at his nephew, who is still sulking on the couch. “And Nero will be,” he murmurs to himself, dramatically rubbing his scruffy chin in thought.

“Don’t you fucking dare say it, Dante,” Nero threatens with low growl while his eyes glint with agitation. But that has never stopped Dante from riling up his nephew, so he meets Nero’s harsh gaze with his own amusement one before revealing his designated codename in this whole operation:

“Deadweight.”

“Fuck you!”

Nero immediately jumps off the couch and rushes towards Dante, who is already bracing himself for impact. As he gets tackled down to the ground by his nephew, he hears the rest of the crew chat away, totally ignoring the scuffle going on behind the desk.

“Snap?” Nico questions quizzically. “Hell no! I want my codename to be NYOOM!”

“Crackle? Really?” Trish sighs, clearly unimpressed with his imaginative codename for her as well. “I expected better from you, Dante.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Lady chimes in happily. “I kinda like my codename!”

The ladies take a moment to reflect upon the madness they all just agreed to participate in while the boys continue to wrestle each other behind the desk. They all silently commit to this crazy plan for various reasons that range from wanting to see Dante genuinely happy again to wanting the cute florist to be part of this ragtag family. But they all can agree on one thing: this ridiculous plan will totally provide the perfect amount of entertainment to relieve their boredom if they just play along.

Trish gracefully flips her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and glances across the desk at Lady. “We better get started on our part of the plan since the party is only a few days away,” she advises before walking towards the front door.

Lady peeks around the desk. “We’ll catch ya later!” She waves down at the feuding half devil relatives before following Trish out the door.

Nico hops off the couch and snatches a swimsuit magazine off the desk. After giving it a few flips, she nods in satisfaction before sitting back down on the couch, halfway way taking in the contents while waiting for the boys to tire themselves out. Her mind starts to come up with a preliminary blueprint of that special surprise she mentioned earlier…

(A Few Days Later...)

The crashing of waves has always invoked a sense of peace within Vergil ever since he could remember. The reason behind this innate response is still a mystery to him though; it could be the hypnotic repetition of the water breaking on shore, or perhaps it’s the salty scent of the sea breeze filling his lungs as he marvels at seaside view. Part of his mind tugs at a lost memory of his last visit to these shores long ago, but he still has difficulty recalling that time. He may not know why he finds the roar of the surf serene, but there is one thing he is certain of at this very moment:

He’s going to beat Dante this time.

Vergil waits patiently for a suitable wave from atop his surfboard as it bobs up and down in the ocean. A few meters away his brother is paddling alongside a decent wave, but it is most certainly not the best he has seen thus far. He glances over his shoulder towards the shore where the rest of the crew is either lounging in the sun or setting up for a cookout. This seaside outing is the joint bachelor and bachelorette party for his son and future daughter-in-law, which he knows to be customary among wedding couples…but as his eyes flicker down towards his bare legs swaying in the salty sea, he wonders why he must suffer wearing this ridiculous swimwear in order to join the festivities.

The ecstatic hollering of Dante brings his attention back to the matter at hand, and more importantly, to who really forced him into this situation. For the past few days his brother has been acting very odd…Well, odder than what is expected from a fool like him, but nonetheless it has not gone unnoticed. Every time he has come back from his clandestine practice sessions with his lovely rose, he finds a plethora of lecherous magazines and romantic guidebooks strewn across his bed and desk.

At first, there were only a couple of stray magazines on his bed, which he promptly threw over the banister while berating his brother for snooping around his room again. But more just appeared on his bed with every passing day, getting even more salacious going by the crude covers of voluptuous women clad only in skimpy swimwear. He did not throw the guidebooks when they started to appear though, mostly because he could never find it in himself to harm a book in any way no matter its contents. And only one of those lewd magazines ever caught his eye…it was labeled as the spring edition and the theme was flowers.

Suffice to say that Dante’s new line of insufferable antics has made Vergil quite cranky. It only grew worse when his intolerable brother somehow convinced him to wear a blue speedo and the matching blue Hawaiian shirt with light pink tropical blooms. He remembers Dante claiming that he must look the part in order to “hang ten” as he so boorishly put it, flashing his own matching red set of speedo and Hawaiian shirt with pineapple shaped pizzas.

Vergil tried to object to this absurd beachwear, but the party was the next day and he had no other alternative on such short notice. If he was only was made aware ahead of time then he would have remedied that predicament immediately, but no one thought to inform him of this until the very last minute. In fact, he finds it quite peculiar since just the other day, he and Nero had their usual sparring session on this very same beach. One would think that his own son would notify him of-

“Bet ya can’t beat that wave, Verg!”

Dante’s cocky taunt knocks him out his aggravated ruminations. He glares in the direction of his brother, who is smiling like a loon as he paddles closer to him. Just before he can growl his own tempered retort, he notices a heavy swell of water lurch forward from the deep, rising higher and higher as it gains momentum. “It seems the tide favors me more, little brother,” he points out before paddling forth towards the impending wave with a smug grin on his face.

“Watch and learn!”

The vigorous surf drowns out Dante’s responding jeer as Vergil moves out closer towards what is assuredly going to be the more superior wave compared to his brother’s measly attempts. His agitated thoughts are washed away as gets closer and closer into position for catching the impressive wave. He empties his mind of all thought and feeling, concentrating only on the feel of the salty water lapping at his knees as he waits for the familiar pulling sensation of the undertow as the wave rolls closer and ever higher towards him.

Vergil lifts his legs onto the board and begins to paddle towards the shore when he feels the water surge forward. As soon as he reaches the foamy crest of the wave he stops paddling and places his hands onto the rail of his board before popping up his chest. He keeps his balance as he brings one foot forward and steadily stands on top the board while riding the grand wave with his trademark style and grace. After he gets ahold of his bearings, he looks ahead toward the shore and spots a flowery newcomer among the crew.

Even from a distance he can tell that this unexpected guest his lovely rose, no doubt donning appropriate swimwear for the beachy occasion along with a well-crafted flower crown. The split second of lost concentration causes his board to wobble beneath him, but he’s able to regain control before completely making a fool of himself in front of the whole crew. And as the crest of the wave curls in on itself he cannot help but wonder if your unforeseen appearance is the reason behind his brother’s most recent infuriating antics.

Vergil dives off his board as soon as the wave finally breaks. He sinks down for a moment before swimming up towards the surface, shaking his head free of excess water before heaving himself back onto his board. His hands furiously paddle towards Dante, who is currently waving at the crew while they greet their new guest. The fact that his brother does not even have the audacity to act shocked by your sudden appearance speaks volumes, which only stokes the enraged fire burning inside him.

“Hey!” Dante greets nonchalantly, either totally oblivious or just ignoring Vergil’s harsh scowl as he continues to wave. “Look who’s here!” he points out with a cheeky wink.

“You knew she was coming here, didn’t you?” Vergil barks while steering his board perpendicular in front of Dante, effectively blocking his view of the shore so that he must address him head on.

“Water you talking about?” Dante replies mockingly with a wide smile.

“You meddlesome cur!” Vergil seethes as he pushes Dante off his board and proceeds to dunk his head under the roaring surf of the sea.

Dante flounders around helplessly for a moment before maneuvering himself below Vergil’s surfboard. It only takes one strong push to tip the board over, which sends Vergil back into the water with a great splash. They both struggle for a bit underwater, exchanging blows and hard kicks until the need to breath forces them to pause their fight. As they break through the surface of the water for much needed air another huge wave crashes into them and drags them closer to shore. When the wave finally recedes, they meet each other’s challenging gaze, fully intending to continue their fight by the sword this time.

“Hey! Will you guys cut it out! Damn!”

Nero’s angry shouting brings them back to reality. Vergil looks over at the shore and sees his son shaking his head, no doubt rolling his eyes as well. His keen eyes also spot you standing by his beach chair, shielding your eyes from the sun as you stare right where he is currently bobbing in the ocean. He growls at the notion of being duped by Dante as he swims back to surfboard, not caring that he is splashing water all over his brother with every aggressive stroke of his arms and legs.

As Vergil swims back to shore, he cannot help to reminisce about all the practice sessions in your music room. It took some cajoling on his behalf as well as a couple sprigs of white heather blooms until you finally agreed to play piano accompaniment for him at the wedding. You jokingly warned him to be prepared for when you inevitably freeze up on stage, but when he suggested that he knows of ways to warm you back up… well, the rest of that practice session was filled with flirty banter and sideway glances full of yearning.

The romantic tension has grown exponentially since both of you shared that heady moment by the camellias. In fact, it renders him completely useless for the rest of the day while his mind shuffles through various passionate musings about his lovely rose. And when he finally finished the last red velvet rose and finally read your hidden poem written on the bottom of the box…something inside him shifted as the world around him faded away, leaving him breathless as his heart hammered in his chest.

It seems many things fall indeed…like a lovely rose for a prickly devil.

Even now his heart beats faster at just the mere image of those final words as it comes to the forefront of his mind. As his feet touch down on the sandy bottom of the shore, Vergil attempts to clear his head by shaking it free from excess water before slicking his hair back into its usual striking style. He hoists his surfboard under one arm as he walks the rest of the way up to where the crew is settled. You are now chatting with Kyrie over a small open cooler, and the closer he gets to the seaside camp, the more he notices just how well prepared you are for the beach.

You are wearing a flowery bikini that reveals a generous amount of skin for Vergil’s greedy eyes as he subconsciously moves his surfboard in front of his hips. A matching mesh sarong is slung around your ample hips and that brilliant smile he is so fond of curves on your lips as your jubilant gaze shifts over to him. His speedo gets little tighter as he thinks back to the one lewd magazine with the flower theme…which he hates to admit to having flicked through its pages of contents before throwing it over the banister. He starts to truly regret giving into his fleeting curiosity about how you might have looked clad only in flowers…

A warm feeling sprouts in chest and grows hotter as it spreads down his body, causing him to clamp down on whatever shred of dignity he has left to rid his mind and body of these sudden carnal urges. He relies on the method he uses when wielding the Yamato, centering his mind as he puts the flame of all emotion into the void. By the time he arrives at his beach chair, he feels more like his usual self: calm, composed, and in complete control. He secures his surfboard in the sand and dries off with a towel before snatching up the garish Hawaiian shirt that his brother so graciously gave him for this event.

As Vergil slips the shirt on, he happens to glance down at the Yamato, which is still propped up next to the chair. A small bundle of pink flowers wrapped around the handle gives him pause as a sense of déjà vu floods his mind. Last time, it was the bright blue blooms of forget-me-nots that had the honor of decorating the Yamato along with your phone number. His lips curl into a soft smile as he reaches down to stroke the soft and feathery petals with his fingertips. He recalls this delicate flower to be astilbe and its meaning of patience and devotion to a loved one makes his heart race once more as your secret message rings through his mind.

I await your requited love.

“Flower for your thoughts?”

The sound of your sweet voice breaks him away from his fervid ponderings. His head snaps around to you standing behind him with an intrigued expression on your lovely face. He can now clearly see a crown of eucalyptus leaves, lavender, and multicolored freesia adorning your head. His eyes squint at the odd combination of blooms. Multiple colors of freesia denote friendship and thoughtfulness while lavender has many meanings that could apply, but the appearance of eucalyptus signifies protection…from what though?

Does my lovely rose not feel safe?

Vergil quickly pushes the meaning of your flower crown aside in favor of turning around to face you while answering your cute query. “I had no idea you were coming to this seaside festivity. Otherwise, I would’ve…” he trails off, not wanting to divulge that Dante tricked him into wearing his current attire for his own twisted amusement.

“Kyrie invited me when she came by a few days ago,” you inform as your hands begin to fiddle with the loose tassels of your sarong. “I thought you overheard from the music room.” Your eyes glisten with worry as you gaze up at him. “I’m sorry…I can leave if you want,” you offer sadly, taking a step back from his personal space.

Vergil takes a step forward. “That won’t be necessary,” he replies softly, placing a hand on your shoulder as he tries to explain his strange behavior. “I was just…caught off guard.”

A smile of relief spreads across your face as you run your finger up his arm. “You’re not in the habit of being surprised, huh?” you ask with a light giggle.

“Not in the slightest,” he agrees, relishing the feel of your delicate finger as it traces patterns on his upper arm. “But I’m beginning to find that I don’t mind being surprised by you, my lovely rose.”

Your eyes gleam with delight at the sound of his endearment. A bashful giggle leaves your lips as you turn your head away, which only highlights your flushed cheeks in the warm sun. Vergil chuckles at your demure reaction to his compliment and takes another step closer to you. Your eyes snap back towards him while your head is still turned and the coy grin curling on your lips sends pleasant tingles throughout his body.

“Whale, hello there!”

Vergil grumbles at his brother’s obnoxious greeting while you look over your shoulder. Dante saunters over to where both of you are standing, parading around in his red speedo and gaudy Hawaiian shirt proudly. You laugh and turn around to wave at his oafish brother with a smile on your cheerful face.

Dante returns your happy smile with his own mirthful grin. “I hope my brother’s resting beach face didn’t scare you away, Buttercup,” he jests while pointing at Vergil, whose brow crinkles deeper as he gives an unamused grunt at his brother’s preposterous observation.

“Of course not!” you exclaim with a light giggle. You reach over and wrap your arms around Vergil’s bicep before hugging it close to your chest. “All he needed was a good dose of vitamin sea to cheer him right up!”

Dante knocks his head back as a rowdy laugh bursts from his lips. Vergil huffs indignantly while you rest your head on his shoulder. He observes you from the corner of his eye and silently admits to himself that he would endure all the irritating puns of the world if it meant seeing the dazzling smile currently on your lovely face.

“Can someone move Y/N’s coolers under the umbrella over there, please?”

The sound of Kyrie’s polite request brings everyone’s attention towards two small coolers. Your grip loosens around his arm, clearly intending to help, but Nero beats you to it. As he stacks one on top of the other, Dante strokes his scruffy chin and raises an attentive brow.

“Are one of those coolers full of strawberries?” he questions as his eyes light up with hopeful anticipation.

“Shell yeah!” you exclaim with a wide grin. “I made strawberry and champagne popsicles for everyone!”

Before you even finish your sentence, Dante is already gunning for the coolers like a child on Christmas morning. Both of you watch Nero lug away the coolers while Dante circles around him like hawk. You stifle a giggle with one of your hands just as Vergil looks back down at you.

“Another distraction, I presume?” he inquires with a knowing glint in his eyes.

You meet his gaze as your lips curve into impish grin. “You sometimes request elderflower tea when you visit my garden, so I thought that you might like my elderflower popsicles too.”

Vergil’s lips quirk into a soft smirk. “You’re as thoughtful as you are beautiful, my lovely rose.”

Your cheeks turn rosy pink. “The ocean may have made you salty, but you’re really sweet to me,” you murmur with a warm smile, snuggling closer to his side as you hug his arm firmly against your chest.

Vergil huffs again at your silly pun, but his unfaltering smile says that he is truly flattered by your words. A familiar fluttering sensation bubbles in his stomach at your soft touch around his arm, which he cannot help but to notice is brushing up against your breasts. Another wave of scorching heat trembles through his body at such a very pleasing sight.

Quite leering at her like some hormonal dolt and escort her properly! Vergil vehemently chides himself as his eyes tear away from your chest to check on the progress of the cookout.

It appears that they are all ready and waiting for them, so he hooks his arm and leads you to join the rest of the crew for a seaside meal. Your eyes light up with joy when Kyrie asks how you make your icy treats, and it does not take long for you to spread your wings and flit about the crew like a social butterfly. He surreptitiously watches you from afar, enjoying the view of your gracious smile and swaying hips as he grabs a couple of drinks for both of you.

After a few more minutes of idle chatter, everyone gathers around the grill and fills their plates before sitting around in a circle, easily slipping into the usual routine of friendly banter and bickering. Vergil mostly stays quiet as he takes a few bites of his burger while you chat enthusiastically with Kyrie and Lady. You also trade a few quips and puns with Dante, which has become an annoying ritual between both of you, trying to one up each other while the rest of the crew suffers.

When you see that he has finished eating, you lean over and ask if he would like one of your homemade popsicles. Vergil nods and insists that he can get one on his own, but before he can even move you gather up his empty plate and dash away towards the coolers. His eyes squint in irritation while the corner of his mouth twitches into a subtle smile. You discard both of your plates in a nearby trash bin and grab two popsicles before heading back.

You hand him one of the cold treats with an excited smile. As he takes it from your grasp, he notes the presence of violet flower petals frozen inside the pale golden ice. This does not surprise him at all since you always mange to sneak blossoms into everything, from old books sitting on a shelf in a café to delicious baked goods. He gives the icy treat a small sniff before sucking it into his mouth. The refreshing flavor of elderflowers bursts onto his tongue, crisp and tangy with a little bit of floral sweetness.

Vergil can practically feel your expectant stare as he savors the flowery treat. He turns his gaze over to you sitting beside him and answers your silent question with a grateful smirk. The jovial smile that spread across your face makes the fluttering in his stomach do what feels like somersaults. His eyes linger on you from the corner of his eye as both of you eat the icy treat, watching your soft lips closely as they nibble in a way that makes him wonder if they would nibble on his own lips in the same fashion.

Why wonder when you can find out?

His stray thought makes the scorching heat from earlier shoot straight through his body again. He feels that same sense of apprehension and eagerness from when he asked you to be his date to the wedding coil within his chest. Not this nonsense again, he mentally bemoans as he glances at the astilbe flowers still wrapped around the handle of the Yamato. You have already admitted your own feelings about him in your own special way, and now you are waiting for him to reciprocate. But the thought of crossing that unspoken line between you two by voicing his desire for you and the possibility of you changing your mind makes him hesitate…and yet he still craves for more, more, more…

“Uh oh! The grumpy frown is back!”

Vergil turns his head towards you just as your hand flies high into the air. An array of blue and pink petals of lilac flowers rain down upon him. His brow furrows deeper when he feels the tiny blooms bounce off his hair, but thankfully none of them stick this time around. He sighs and shakes his head at the sight of your wide grin while the crew laughs and jokes about your signature flower shower.

When the laughter dies down, you stand up and brush some sand off your sarong before looking back down at him. “I’m about to go collect some seashells,” you announce, eyes sparkling with wonder as they stare past him down the scenic shore. “You can come along with me if you want to,” you propose softly with a small hopeful smirk.

Vergil ponders for a moment before readily accepting your offer. “Very well,” he replies with a nod before standing up. “I shall accompany you.”

You beam happily as his answer and ask him to wait for a moment while you grab some supplies you brought just for this occasion. While he waits for you, he grabs the Yamato and unsheathes the blade, examining it for any flaws just in case he has need of it during their seaside stroll. No one has seen demons this close to the beach, but it never hurts to be prepared…especially if it ensures your safety while searching for seashells.

Just as he sheathes the Yamato, you come back with a small bucket and garden trowel. Vergil raises an eyebrow and asks if you are planning to plant a garden by the beach. You laugh and explain that the trowel is the only tool you had lying around to help dig out shells embedded in the sand. Both of you tell the rest of the crew about your seashell adventure before heading out, causing a few of them to just nod their heads while his idiot brother gives him two thumbs up and lascivious wink.

The farther away they walk down the beach, the more Vergil seems to relax as you playfully skip by his side. Every now and then you stop and inspect the sandy shore, sometimes using your trowel to loosen a shell before dropping it in your bucket. You remark here and there about adding some of the shells as last-minute details to some of the flower arrangements for the wedding. He points out that the big day is only a week away now and asks if you are ready for the big performance.

You bite your lower lip and look back at where the crew is located. “Do you think Kyrie suspects what we’re up to?” you ask worriedly, wringing the handle of your bucket with both hands.

Vergil tilts his head at your sudden suspension. “You didn’t tell her of my presence during her last visit, correct?”

You turn back to meet his gaze while shaking your head. “I said that I had a friend over, but she kept staring at us like she knew our secret or something…” you trail off, staring down at the sand in thought before continuing. “I dunno, Vergil…my gut says that she’s onto us.”

Vergil considers your words, looking back at when the crew gathered around for the cookout. He reluctantly acknowledges that he was too distracted by your presence to notice his future daughter-in-law’s glances during their meal. “Kyrie is a capable woman with a great deal of empathy,” he states, opting to just take your word for it instead of explaining why he was not as observant as you in that moment. “If she is aware of our plan…I’m confident that she will not spoil the surprise for my son at least.”

“Well, that’s good,” you sigh in relief before staring up at him in admiration. “I still hope that both of them will enjoy your performance.”

Vergil reaches over and gently takes one of your hands and raises up his lips. “Our performance,” he softly corrects before pressing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

Your eyes linger on his lips as they retreat from your hand, twinkling warmly as your mouth parts ever so slightly to let out a shivering sigh. That damnable heat is back, simmering slowly in the pit of his belly as he follows some instinct he thought long forgotten. While still holding your hand, he steps forward and wraps his other arm around your waist, making sure he has not overstepped his bounds by carefully reading your facial expression. Your eyes flicker over to your hand still being held in his palm, cheeks glowing softly in the sun as your fingers slowly lace with his own before staring back at him. A gentle force takes ahold of him, silently urging him to throw caution to the wind for once and finally give into what he truly wants…

Vergil’s keen senses detect an errand wave crashing onto the shore, rushing forth towards both of you before crashing against the back of your legs. Your expression changes instantaneously from soft longing to absolute terror as you literally jump up into his embrace, dropping your bucket to throw your arms around his neck. His own arms instinctively help pull you up out of the foamy water, encircling you right below your bottom with the Yamato before hoisting you up against his chest as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Well, this is…curious,” he mutters softly, partly about your sudden strange behavior and most definitely about the feel of your body pressed close against his bare skin.

You gasp against his neck, which rouses a miniscule of delight to shiver up his spine. “Oh my many petals!” you exclaim, quickly lifting your head to stare up at him with regretful eyes. “I…I’m so sorry!” you stammer as your arms slide down to his shoulders while you wiggle around awkwardly to set yourself free from his embrace. But Vergil does not loosen his hold on you as he pins you down with his intense gaze.

“There’s no need to apologize,” he affirms, trying to maintain his composure as your squirming body brushes dangerously close to his lower region. “Are you alright, my lovely rose?” he asks calmly with a small hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m fine! I was just startled…that’s all!” you reassure him with a sheepish grin. “You know how I am when something…or someone sneaks up on me,” you softly remind him while playfully poking him on the chest.

Vergil continues to stare at you for a moment, examining you closely just to be sure before slowly letting you down from his grasp. As soon as your feet touch down on the sand you pick up your small bucket and trowel, checking to see how many shells survived the wave while giving the ocean a wide berth. It seems my lovely rose is not fond of the sea, he surmises, watching you more closely as both of you continue to search for seashells. He notices how your eyes glance over towards the surf every time a big breaker claps on shore as you stroll surreptitiously away from every wave that threatens to lap at your feet.

After a few more minutes of walking, both of you come across a sprawling tide pool teeming with small sea creatures. You let out a gleeful squeal while bouncing around like a bumblebee before skipping towards it, claiming to have heard that you can find a “sand flower” in one of these isolated pools. Vergil quirks an eyebrow at your odd phrase before he follows suit, complaining loudly about how you should not run ahead of him. You pause at the edge of the tide pool, leaning over a little as you marvel all the various forms of sea life crawling around in its tiny depths.

You check the temperature of the water with the tip of your toe, shuddering with a tiny yelp before easing your foot into the tide pool. Vergil grabs your hand and helps you enter the tiny pool before stepping in beside you, noting that the calm water is just level with his ankles. Maybe it’s the rough current of the ocean that she’s more afraid of, he wonders himself while you pull him along by the hand, pointing at all the hermit crabs, barnacles, and sea urchins as you both tread carefully through the tide pool.

Every now and then you bend down to collect a shell or rock, which gives Vergil a rather pleasant view for his wandering eyes, before deciding to sit and rest for a while at the edge of the pool. He contemplates silently for a moment as you scrub some of your seashells free of sand in the water. Your frightened expression from earlier keeps flashing before his eyes. He has never seen you so scared since that demon attack in your garden. And as he admires your exquisite visage from the corner of his eye, he remembers the vow to always protect the lovely rose that has bloomed among his briars.

“Y/N,” he calls out softly.

“Yeah?” you reply while washing a small conch shell.

“Why are you afraid of the ocean?”

“What?!” you gasp, hands pausing in the water as you look over at him in shock. “I’m not afraid of the ocean,” you counter, flinching back a little when his eyes narrow in disbelief. “Specifically,” you quickly correct yourself before looking away from his critical gaze. “I just…don’t like it when you can’t see the bottom,” you murmur over the sea breeze. “And the ocean is vast and, as long as anyone can tell,” you gulp in quietly in fear before finishing your explanation, “…bottomless.”

Vergil’s face softens in understanding as his eyes focus on the eucalyptus leaves of your flowers crown, finally putting together its meaning with the rest of the blooms. “If it frightens you so much then why did you come here?” he inquires softly while leaning in closer in hopes of catching a glimpse of your bashful face.

“I couldn’t say no to Kyrie!” you exclaim with a vigorous shake of your head. “She’s been so kind and understanding. And I figured that I didn’t have to go into the ocean to enjoy the beach.” You grow quiet for a moment as your cheeks begin to redden. “I also knew that you would be here,” you admit softly, glancing at him for a moment before staring back down at small conch shell still in your hands. “And I knew that you would be protect me if…” you trail off, biting your lower lip as you drop the shell into the bucket with the rest of your seaside spoils.

Vergil reaches over and places his hand underneath your chin before directing your timid gaze straight up at his own beseeching stare. “If what?” he gently urges you as his hand glides across your jaw.

You take a deep breath as your eyes shine with uncertainty. “You’re going laugh if I tell you.”

“I swear as a Son of Sparda that I will never disregard your feelings and I’ll always protect you by any means necessary,” he solemnly vows in earnest, cupping your cheek as his fervent words echo around through the salty air. Your eyes glisten with gratitude as you nuzzle into the palm of his hand, soft lips pressing against his wrist in a tender kiss before revealing the crux of your fear.

“I’m afraid of being dragged down deep underwater.”

Vergil strokes your cheek with his thumb as your words sink in. You do not elaborate any further, but he can tell by the way your voice trembles that this is a deep-seated fear. His heart prickles in pain at the sight of your sorrowful face, which encourages him to lean in until his forehead rests against your brow. He knows what it’s like to be a slave to your own fears and he hates that you are going through that right now just for the sake of spending time with him and the rest of crew.

“The unknown can be frightening at times,” he declares openly, partly to you but also to himself as the gaps of faded memories echo in his mind.

You let out a long breath of relief before bringing your hand atop his own upon your cheek. “It’s a shame though…I’ve heard so much about the beaches of Fortuna from Kyrie and a dip in the ocean sounds so nice.” You glance past the tide pool towards the vast surf, eyes glimmering with determination for a moment before looking away in disappointment. “But I guess I’ll just have to splash around this tide pool instead,” you sigh begrudgingly, kicking up your feet up a bit in the water to emphasize your longing for an oceanic adventure.

Vergil feels that prickling pain spread through his chest at the sight of your disheartened face. The gentle force from before is back, guiding his lips to brush a tender kiss on your forehead. You hum softly and place your hand on his thigh as you scoot closer to him. Small rivulets of pleasure surge from your intimate touch, which in turn tests his restraint as the urge to pull you onto his lap floods his mind. Instead, he focuses on your current predicament, head reeling from the frustration of not being able to protect you from this kind of foe, but still wanting to help in some way.

You’ve brought clarity to my trouble thoughts on multiple occasions, he thought as a plan formulates in his mind. It only seems fair that I do the same for you, my lovely rose.

“I can help you…if you wish,” he murmurs, lips brushing gently against your skin with every word.

Vergil feels your brow furrow in confusion against his lips. “How?”

“I can carry you on my back while I wade out into the ocean.”

Your eyebrows shoot in shock. “I’m sorry,” you mutter while drawing your head back to stare up at him, eyes sparkling with skepticism while you anxiously wring your hands. “Did I just hear you say that you want to carry me out to the place that absolutely terrifies me?”

“I’ll only move out a short distance from the shore until your feet skims the surface of the water,” he clarifies softly in a soothing voice. “And if you’re brave enough to stand there with me…” He reaches down and slowly drags a finger up your leg from the ankle, secretly enjoying the feel of your smooth skin as well as the subtle gasp that escapes your mouth. “The water will only come up to here,” he finishes as his finger taps just below your knee before withdrawing back to his side.

You look out towards the ocean of a moment before turning back to him. “And you’ll protect me?” you entreat with a tilt of your head, eyes shimmering with hope as your lean in closer.

Vergil takes one of your hands as he lifts the Yamato up in front of you. “By any means necessary,” he repeats the vow he swore earlier with the same glint of earnest conviction in his eyes. He gently guides you to grasp his most treasured possession just below the hilt before resting his own hand on top of yours.

A long silence stretches out as you stare at both of your hands on the Yamato, eyes glancing up to meet his sincere gaze a few times as you bite your lower lip in thought. Your head turns hesitantly towards the ocean, regarding its tumultuous waves from the corner of your eye. He can still sense your apprehension, but your grip on the Yamato tightens beneath his hand as a glimmer of determination flickers across your face.

“Well, you know what they say.” You turn your now confident gaze back to him. “If there’s a will, there’s a wave.”

Vergil scoffs and rolls his eyes at not only your ridiculous pun, but also at your poor decision to use a pun during a genuinely serious conversation. “I cannot for the life of me tell whether my absolute dunce of a brother is a bad influence on you or if it’s actually the other way around,” he sneers, removing his hand from the Yamato to pinch his agitated brow out of habit.

Your soft giggle makes his upper lip curl in a silent snarl as you let go of the Yamato. He lowers his hand from his brow when your hands reach for your flower crown, feeling around the blooms before settling on a white freesia. You carefully pull the lone flower free from the crown before taking his hand and turning it to see the inside of his palm. As you place the delicate blossom into his hand, he remembers the meaning behind receiving a single freesia flower. His breath stops short as you gently close his hand around the bloom, enclosing your hands around his clenched fist before raising it up to your lips.

“I’m in your capable hands, my darling devil,” you proclaim with utmost sincerity.

Your brazen gaze shakes him to the core as your term of endearment rings repeated through his ears. The afternoon sun highlights the adorable glow of your rosy cheeks as you gently kiss every knuckle on his hand. Vergil feels that he would have melted on the spot right then and there if it wasn’t for the tide pool as his feet keeping him cool.

The touch of your soft lips, the sound of your sweet voice, and the honest admission of trust in him…all of it reignites the raging desire to pull you close and finally let himself fall for you too...

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Her Majesty. || 2

I Hope You Dance.

I have had a few days of time off where I have not had any sovereign duties, I have not had to associate with fellow royals, foreign leaders, church officials, diplomats or celebrities. Instead, I have been given the privilege of getting to stay around the Palace but at the expense of having to pick and choose whom I think is eligible to sit at the dinner table as a bachelor.

To say the least, not only am I a soon to be Queen, I am now a contender of the bachelorette; who will get the final rose? Hopefully none of them— I don't want any of them— I don't care what their title is or how much money they or their family has. I don't even care what country they reign or not.

I want to be with a man who will love me for who I am and not for the title I have. I want a man who will love me unconditionally, a man who will be there at my best and at my worst, a man who knows the difference between business and love.

I want a man to wake up every morning with a smile on his face because the love of his life is beside him. I want a man to be in my corner and to have my back in the same way I have his. I want a man to love me and accept the love I can give him. I want the man I am currently seeing, but in the eyes of the public and in the eyes of the King and Queen, he would never measure up to a Prince.

I heavily groan as I overhear a knocking at my door accompanied by the only voice I like to hear in the mornings— the only call I am okay with waking me up— Harry's.

I don't respond verbally, instead, I groan again into my pillow before Harry opens the door politely and closes it behind him, "Princess—"

I cut him off, "I'm not a princess until I get up," I mutter, reminding Harry that I don't wish to be referred to as princess when I'm still in bed.

I don't like being referred to Princess by him unless we are in public.

I'm still a normal person and I like to feel as normal as possible behind closed doors.

"Anastasia," he corrects himself and I sense the bed dip as he rests on the edge and his hand brushes to move a few strands of hair away from my eyes, "Good morning, love," he murmurs, leaning down and kissing my dry lips momentarily, "Sleep well?" he questions in a gentle tone, his dewy, mist valley-green eyes glancing towards his phone for a moment.

I can only assume we don't have much time alone, we never really do.

I move under the covers as he adjusts them to better suit my liking and I shake my head, "Not really, why are you in here? You're dressed in your typical suit so I know it isn't just to kiss your girlfriend."

Harry nods, "I was informed about the dinner tonight that is being hosted by your father, I have the list of men who are willing to throw themselves at my girlfriend and I was just wanting to check-in and see how you felt about it all."

I profoundly groan, hating the fact that this is what I'm discussing with Harry. "Harry, this isn't what I want to discuss at... what time is it?" I tiredly challenge as his fingers draw petite circles on my arm.

"It's eight," he informs me, "and I'm just asking, love. Are you okay?"

"It's too early for me to think about the damn fact my parents want to marry me off already, so can we please not talk about it?"

"Anastasia," Harry sighs before he shakes his head, "We can talk about it later, for now, I'm just going to kiss you," he informs me before leaning down and caressing his plump and suede soft lips against my own, enabling me to taste his saccharine-sweet lips.

We kiss for a while in a winsome approach, nothing sexual or over the top— just the two of us kissing.

He draws away and I sigh, "You need to get up, they plan to prep you for tonight, I am on your Mother's service for the day, I will be back with you for the evening, okay?" Harry informs me, his eyes staring at me.

I groan, "Why? I want you with me."

When I say I want him with me, it isn't because I am needy or have to have my boyfriend around me at all times. I want him with me because other than I enjoy having my boyfriend look out for me, I feel safer when I know it's him on my service. I feel safe knowing he won't question me if I ask him to escort me away from a situation, he will escort me away and not ask questions like everyone else.

Harry breaks a small smirk, "The Queen is leaving the Palace and I'm the only one at the moment who has yet to get lost in the tunnels," Harry responds with a shit-eating grin. He knows he's good at his job, he knows the ins and outs of every one of the estates. He knows where each security guard is positioned at each estate, where every secret door is and where each member is at all times. If I didn't know better, I'd say he has a tracking device on all of us.

"Then who do I have?" I challenge, mentally hoping it isn't the trainees, I'm not trying to come off as a stuck-up princess, but they're highly bothersome and can't be trusted.

"The head of security is at your service today."

I grin at Harry's response and I can't help but make a sly remark in return. "I actually enjoy his company better than yours sometimes, I can work with that."

Harry gasps and presses his hand over his heart, "Ouch," Harry rolls his eyes playfully, "Going to pretend that didn't hurt."

"He has more expression. You're so damn stiff."

"Oi, that isn't very posh of you, your royal highness. And I have to be stiff."

He won't admit it, but he enjoys when I banter with him. I love picking at him for being stiff and so tense when he's on duty. Despite the fact, he constantly looks like a hardass, behind closed doors he's a different person. He's soft and sweet.

"Mhm," I hum playfully as I shrug my shoulders, "Can I get another kiss?"

"You haven't been too nice to me, Princess," Harry shakes his head.

"Harry," I breathe, pursing my lips into a pout and batting my eyes.

Harry rolls his nebulous, Eden-green eyes at me, "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" I cock my head to the side with a smirk.

I know what he's referring to.

"Draw me in with just batting your bloody eyes."

"Because I'm bloody good," I wink with a smirk as I wave my hair over my shoulder. Harry lets out a chuckle and leans closer, kissing me again.

♔♔♔

My day has been full of memorising specific conversations that I should bring up at tonight's event along with deciding what gown I'd like to wear. To be quite honest, I don't care what I wear, tonight isn't about me, it's about my parents. I'm not the one who wants to get married right now just because the crown will soon be mine.

My eyes look towards the door of my bedroom and I immediately relax when I see it's Harry stepping in.

He extends to me a slow and sexy smile and shuffles closer to me.

I feel his arms wrap around me from behind, his lips caressing to my cheek as I let out a small exhalation. "Picking out your jewellery, hm?" Harry hums, my eyes staring down at the pieces of jewellery in front of me.

"Just another perk of being a princess," I bitterly grumble.

All the intricate things, such as jewellery and dresses and shoes is all fun and games for a while, but it gets old. Wearing these items become a chore. A duty I don't want to always do.

"You don't need 'em, you look stunning without the diamonds," Harry whispers gently as I bring my hands to rest on his arms that are around me and I lean back on him.

"Which one should I wear?" I ask, wanting his opinion to make my decision easier.

"You're beautiful without them."

"But I have to wear something," I sigh, "Please pick for me."

"I love you either way," Harry kisses my cheek again before he straightens his posture, "But I've always loved when you wear the earrings in the second row to the very left," Harry informs me and my eyes follow the directions and I discover myself gazing at a pair of chandelier-style diamond earrings. "Love when you wear them with your hair pushed behind your ear. They accent your eyes."

I can't help but allow a smile to dangle in the corner of my lips due to his choice. It's no surprise he fancies the earrings, "Oh really?"

"Mhm, make me weak at my knees when you wear them... still, remember the first time I saw you wear them."

"And when was that?" I challenge, already knowing the answer.

"On our first date, of course," Harry responds, "You wore that long white dress," Harry references the floor-length Roland Mouret gown I wore on the very first official date we had.

Our first date wasn't a traditional first date, it was a royal affair. I was obliged to attend a museum launch reception which was on the same evening as the date I had agreed on. So, our first date became the event, once I did the press section, I snuck away, with the help of the head of security, and Harry and I privately had a small date. To this day, the only people that know about the date are me, Harry and the head of security.

"These earrings it is," I chime, "Do I need a necklace too?" I request, my eyes bouncing around to look at the accessories in front of me.

"No, darling."

I roll my eyes, "You don't even know what I'm wearing," I scoff, gently wiggling out of Harry's embrace.

"I know that you're beautiful without all the diamonds and the dresses."

I turn and face Harry, a smile dangling in the corner of my lips, "You're being extra sweet."

Harry raises a brow before he slightly lifts his shoulders, "Would you like me to switch back to an asshole security guard?" Harry challenges with a grin.

"No. I like my boyfriend."

"Good," Harry chuckles, "We only have a few minutes, they're going to bring your dress in a few minutes."

I heavily sigh, "I know, they have been prepping me all day for my future husband," I murmur, my body cringing as my lips say the word husband. None of the eight men are whom I want. I just wish I could tell my parents that. But, to my Father, the eight men are great candidates compared to my commoner of choice.

The room grows quiet for a moment before Harry's voice radiates the walls' of my room. "Anna, let's get married," Harry's words catch me off guard.

He can't be serious. It has to be a joke.

"Harry, I know you're trying to lighten the mood but joking isn't helping."

Harry shakes his head, "I'm serious."

As much as I want to believe him, I know deep down he isn't series, there is no way he can be. We have never spoken about marriage. "We can't," I shake my head.

"You need a husband and who else better than me, the man you've been with for how long now?" Harry challenges, reminding me of our time together.

"We've been dating officially for a year and a half."

Harry nods, "And that's not including the year it took me to convince you to give me a chance."

"Harry," I begin but I stop when the doors open and my lavender, Alexander McQueen dress, for the evening, is brought in, "Can you give us a moment, please?" I request and the two women raise their brows.

I hear Harry sigh before he speaks, "It's just security purposes," Harry informs them, "Making sure she knows the ins and outs of her upcoming event, have had a few red flags waved today," Harry informs the women and they immediately nod and leave us in peace.

"Have we really had red flags?" I softly question, feeling my heart begin to thump a bit faster.

"No, well... not really..." Harry trails off, not making me feel any better.

"Harry," I narrow my eyes and he sighs.

"There's extra security for tonight's dinner because the head of security is concerned that not every Prince your father brings to the palace is actually charming."

My brows knit in a frown, worry washing over me. "Is that because the head of security knows we are dating or because he thinks there's room for a possible threat?"

Harry shakes his head, something I knew he would do. He doesn't like informing me of things. "I'm not meant to worry you with that, Anastasia."

My eyes roll skyward as I process his words, "Tell me, please."

"There's room for a threat, sweetheart," he confirms with a nod.

"That doesn't make me feel very safe," I mutter.

This isn't my first time with the fact there is a room for a threat. There is room for threats with every event that is held in the palace and outside of the palace. There is a threat every day, sadly. There is the chance of something happening on a daily basis just because of who I am. I am used to the threats. What I am not used to, is the feeling I get when I know there is a threat of some sort.

"Which is why I am not meant to tell you," he sighs before he takes my hands and draws me closer to him, "Hey, you know I won't let anything happen to you," he leans down and takes the moment to calm me with a delicate kiss.

He pulls away and I sigh, "I know, just doesn't stop me from being concerned."

"Do you want to have a code for tonight?" Harry suggests, "How about if you want to get out of the situation, play with your earrings"

"And what are you going to do? You can't abruptly pull me from dinner." I mutter, not too fond of the idea. I shouldn't have to have signals.

"You don't need to worry about how I will do it. You give me the signal and I will get you away from dinner."

"How many men are on this list?" I challenge, needing answers on a question I have been too scared to ask anyone else. My day has been filled with prepping for this evening and yet nobody has bothered to tell me how many men I will be entertaining.

Harry bites his lip, the notion of men throwing themselves at me more than likely driving him insane. "There's eight."

"This is like the bachelorette. Do I have to go on dates with all of them too?"

Harry's brows bump together in a scowl, "I sure do hope not," Harry murmurs and I glance at him, abruptly realising that this doesn't just affect me. It affects him too. I'm sure it isn't a comforting feeling to know there are eight single men ready to throw themselves at your girlfriend.

"I love you, you know that right?"

Harry's lips purse like he had been chewing a lemon rind before he responds. "Considering you won't marry me, I'm not quite sure."

My body stiffens at the remark and I can't help but inhale a deep breath and blow out gradually. "Harry," I whisper, my heartbreaking at his comment.

I can't tell whether he's serious about marriage or not. If things were different and he was serious, I'd accept his proposal in a heartbeat. But he hasn't proposed and I don't think he has intentions to. Well, at least he didn't have intentions until finding out other men are ready to get down on one knee at the request of the King and Queen. "I love you," I inform him, wanting to step closer to him but I'm unsure of how he's going to respond.

"I love you, too," he murmurs, "I have to go, I need to make sure everything is in place while you get dressed, I'll be back in twenty to escort you downstairs."

"Okay," I nod, leaning up and kissing him lightly.

I can tell he is unsettled, the kiss isn't the conventional sweet kiss, instead, it is a swift peck on the lips before he leaves me to get dressed.

♔♔♔

I step outside the walls of my bedroom and turn to face Harry who has been standing outside my room for the last god knows how many minutes. He nods his head towards me with a tall, erect posture, "Princess," he greets subtly, unable to greet me like a boyfriend due to the staff watching me.

We round the corner away from the prying staff and Harry clears his throat, "you look breathtaking, as always."

"Thank you."

"Bloody stunning. Quite jealous it's not for me but for one of the other men."

I stop walking in my tracks, "Hey," I benevolently take his hand, "I'm still yours, this isn't for the other men, this is to keep my parents off my back, they leave for their tour soon and I won't have to worry about other men."

Harry dismisses me; I know he is still uneasy about all of this, which he has every right to feel this way. We haven't discussed things due to me avoiding things, but I still want to be with him. Nothing changes that. "Anastasia, I need to get you downstairs."

"Not until you know that once this night is over, you're the one I want, Harry. I love you," I inform Harry, well aware that he doesn't have much faith in me at the moment.

I don't blame him.

I am, after all, about to be on parade for eight other men.

♔♔♔

After initially meeting the eight candidates in the Palace's smallest stateroom, I find myself making a few rounds in order to be polite. I don't care much for any of the Eight Princes. They are nothing compared to Harry. Sure, they have a title and attractive smiles, but they all seem to lack the personality that I am after, they don't have the witty comments or the intriguing discussions. There is only one that has a personality and he seems to be the only one staying away and not forcing me into conversations.

I smile graciously as Prince number six approaches me, I can't remember his name, Prince Thomas, perhaps? To be honest, I don't care much. Call me rude, but I don't.

"Prince, Theodore," he immediately introduces himself to me, bowing his head respectfully before granting me a smile.

"You look lovely tonight."

"Thank you," I fake a smile, taking note of him fidgeting with his hand that is by his side. He's nervous. Usually, I would find this endearing, but truth be told, I don't care. I am not interested in the slightest.

I grant Theo to continue a discussion with me, the only thing he seems to talk about though, is himself— he seems like he wants to make it know that he is a Prince— a Prince who can play Polo and strives to put himself on parade for charity appearances. He may be kind but he is not humble.

I make eye contact with Harry and subtly hint for him to save me from the self-absorbed Prince in front of me. I know Harry can hear the conversation, his grin gives it away.

Harry disregards my expressions and continues to watch, solely entertained by the torture that I am enduring.

"May we dance?" Prince Theo challenges, offering me his hand and not giving me a chance to respectfully decline.

I don't want to dance, but the guests around us are dancing therefor I have no alternative.

I place my hand in Theo's and I sense the nerves inside me pulsate in a revolting way. I feel anxious and unsettled.

I put aside my feelings and I begin to slow dance with Prince Theo, my eyes keeping contact with Harry. He's my safe haven when I stray far enough away from him. One glance is all I need for me to know that I am safe. His eyes won't leave me and that is enough for me.

I grimace as Prince Theo does his best to sway from side to side with me while dancing, but he can't help but keep stepping on my feet.

Poor guy.

I glance over towards Harry and he stifles a laugh, allowing the Prince to continue to horrendously dance with me.

Theo, not only has no personality besides his ego, but he also can't dance. My feet and the hem of my gown are direct instances of how this man can not dance.

From the corner of my eye, I see a shadow inching closer to us. I don't need to take a proper look to know who it is. "Excuse me, but your five minutes of Princess time is over," Harry interrupts Theo as we dance.

Theo stops for a moment and glances at Harry. "Pardon?"

I can only assume Theo isn't used to not getting his way and being interrupted. I can tell my his gaped mouth that this has never happened before.

"I need to steal the Princess," Harry responds, gesturing between Theo and me.

Theo shakes his head, "We haven't finished dancing," Theo's Flamboyant character expresses with his sonorous, rumbling voice.

Wrong move, Theo.

"You have now," Harry responds with his eyes narrowing down on the prince.

Harry isn't one to care whether he is talking to a Prince or not; when it comes to me, Harry doesn't tend to care whom he pisses off.

"You're rudely interrupting."

I can't help but internally chuckle at the masculinity that lingers between the two of them. This is a territorial mark and I can't deny the fact it is hot to see Harry making his mark.

"You're stepping on the Princess' toes and you're being lame as-" Harry begins but stops himself, "And as part of her security team, it is my responsibility to keep her safe. I am asking you to move for security purposes. Now, move," Harry adamantly instructs, giving the prince a relentless stare before Theo backs away.

"Princess," Harry grants me his hand, and I touch mine with his before we begin to slow dance together, our body's working in a precise motion, our feet syncing together.

Harry guides us around swiftly, delicately moving me the way he desires as we dance.

Harry benevolently draws me closer to him, "I love you," Harry mutters under his breath so nobody can read his lips.

"I love you," I whisper, "But from your tone of voice this isn't just a simple dance, is it?" I question, knowing him all too well.

I know when something is up and when things are peaceful. Right now, things are not calm and something is going on. I can see it in the way his eyes are darting around at the view behind me. I can feel it in the way he is holding me in the way he does when on duty.

He isn't holding me in the way he does when he is my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Harry sighs and I notice how he has moved me so we are dancing where he has a view of everyone in the room while my back is to them.

"Please tell me what's happening."

"We're dancing," Harry responds, dancing around the fact that I am aware that something is going on.

I subtly shake my head, "You're watching everyone's every move, this isn't just a dance," I point out the obvious, challenging him like I always do.

He hates it.

Harry sighs, his eyes looking up before he glances at me, "someone has entered the Palace by scaling up a wall via a drainpipe. I'm watching everyone to make sure nobody enters. Keeping you safe," Harry informs me, not seeming too phased by the predicament.

"Can I just go to my room? I'm done," I softly challenge.

"Anastasia, not until the wings are cleared. I'm sorry this isn't the dance you wanted."

I lift my shoulders into a shrug, "I'm used to it by now," I respond with a bit of a disheartened and cynical tone. A tone that is the opposite of my usual nectarine voice I am used to it. I am used to regularly being the sovereign that has to be preserved. I am used to everyone doing things as a protection order and not as a common person. I am used to the protocol.

I overhear Harry sigh and I can perceive in the way his eyes are crinkled that he is frustrated and perhaps bothered with me. "Anna, don't do this."

"It's true, I'm used to just being kept safe because God Forbid anything to happen to the Princess," Harry bites in the inside of his cheek as he notices me roll my eyes and catches the sarcasm in my tone of voice.

He despises when I reference the fact it is a major misfortune if anything happens to me, he discerns it as a hex. Pretty soon they will be saying 'God Save the Queen' in reference to me, how thrilling.

"Anna—"

"Save it," I murmur, following Harry's lead, as usual. I don't think there is ever a time I am not following his lead. He's constantly in command, the one who has the last say between the two of us when it comes to my protection.

He prefers to say he has better judgment, and to a certain degree, maybe he does, but my judgement is clouded only because I don't want to constantly be held to my royal responsibilities. I want to be able to dance with my boyfriend in a crowded room without it being because of a threat; I want to dance with him and look him in his eyes and not have him gazing at everyone else in the room but me. I want to have more time alone with my boyfriend than with my security guard.

Harry clears his throat before he discreetly draws me closer to him, his hand in the small of my back, "the threat is over."

"And so is our dance," I respond softly, ready to pull away but Harry shakes his head subtly and keeps his hand in the small of my back.

"Who said I was done dancing, Princess?"

"I thought—"

Harry immediately cuts me off, "You thought wrong," Harry whispers, continuing to lead me across the dancefloor in a swift demeanour, "You should give me some credit, Anna. I'm not just a bodyguard, just like you're not just a princess," Harry murmurs, his eyes subsequently locking with mine.

His eyes are a reminder of what I first fell in love with, the lambent, jade-green that holds the windows to a loving man's soul. His eyes are a reminder that there is more hidden than what is on the outside.

On the outside, he is potent and somewhat unapproachable due to his career, but on the inside, he is caring, compassionate, winsome and most of all, loving. We may have our moments of relationship concerns, as all relationships have them, but at the end of the day, we somehow manage to come out on the other end. There is no doubt in my mind that we won't come out on top after all this marriage and monarchy bullshit. Yes, I said bullshit.

This is modern times, age-old traditions need to be divulged, we are no longer in the 1800s where it was frowned upon to marry a commoner.

There are rules for everything within the monarch, from what we wear to when we wear it, to how we travel and what we travel with.

With these rules comes the traditions associated with marriage. Commoners are frowned upon, still. Even if by some miracle Harry could overcome the commoner barrier with the sovereign, there would still be a stringent protocol I would have to follow, well, we would have to follow. For crying out loud, the bride must wear white on her wedding day, a big tradition that I can thank Queen Victoria from 1840 for.

For most women, the groom has to get the permission of the father or mother depending on the circumstances, in my instance, the Royal Marriages Act of 1772 requires all royal descendants to seek the sovereign's approval for marriage. The King, also known as my Father, has to approve of my marriage and sign a document called the Instrument of Consent, which makes his blessing official.

My Father is strict on traditions, my entire life he has obeyed almost all age-old traditions and it is his duty to make sure the crown is preserved and sojourns within the family. Even as a young girl, I remember him explaining how a Princess always marries a Prince.

I find it asinine that the monarch has so much dynamism when it comes to love, but what can I do?

I am not yet Queen.

If I had things my way, I wouldn't be taking the crown and playing the bachelorette with eight guys. If I had it my way, I would take the crown only on the terms of not being bound to having a King. But if I don't take the crown, the referendum and the monarch fails, calling for an abolishment.

As I stare into Harry's eyes, I want to kiss him, I want to smile at him with the loving grin I do in private; I want to leave the smallholding area and go upstairs to my room with him. For a moment, I contemplate my concepts, but I go against them.

I know better. I can't out our relationship.

We have kept our relationship between us for the last year.

Now isn't the time to expose us, even if it is what I want. But what I want and what I can do, are two different things...

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12 | The Universe has Other Plans

Pairing: Zuko x Ama (OC)

Word Count: 6200+

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~ Ama ☾ ~

The bachelorette party came way too quickly. Katara happily agreed to letting Suh join us. Something about how I've made her feel uncomfortable, and that she needs to feel safer with us girls. Oh if only she knew that Suh wasn't here to stay.

By midday, everyone stood at the village entrance to bid farewell to the groomsmen. The walls of ice were curved around the town and there was a large archway with the Water Tribe symbol carved at the top as the entrance.

"Have fun, you guys." Katara told all the men, stealing a hug from her fiance.

"Oh we'll have lots of fun!" Sokka exclaimed with excitement. "Booze, strippers and parting is what I've been waiting for." Suki playfully smacked Sokka's chest.

Aang tilted and shook his head. "Sokka, that's not what's happening."

"What!" Sokka gave Aang a disappointed look and then looked over at Zuko. "What kind of bachelor party did you plan?"

Zuko looked a little uncomfortable with the sudden question. "He planned the kind of bachelor party I asked for." Aang responded for him.

"Sokka will you act civil for once in your life?" Katara reprimanded her brother with her hand on her hip.

"The answer is very simple. No." Sokka grinned just to taunt our sister. I chuckled at them while Katara sighed in disappointment.

"Alright, well I think we should go if we want to make it Milu Island before sundown." Aang interjected the bickering. "Bye, sweetie." He leaned down to give Katara a chaste kiss.

Suh skipped to Zuko, wrapping her arms around his neck to give him a hug, he in turn wrapped his arms around her waist. He and I shared a quick look. Reminding me that I had to keep a close eye on the suspicious girl.

After all the short goodbyes, the four men climbed up Appa to go to the small Earth Kingdom island. "There's still gonna be booze though, right?" Sokka wondered as he climbed over the saddle's side.

"Alright, miss maid of honor," Toph started to ask, drawing the attention to me. "What do you have planned for us?"

"Well, as per Katara's request. We don't have strippers." I turned to my sister, seeing her shake her head at me.

"Wow, you and Aang really are meant to be." Toph quipped.

"What is it with you all and strippers?" Katara wondered loudly. Her expression was genuinely confused and she looked a little concerned. "Don't you all think it's a bit degrading?"

"Course not." I shook my head and warped an arm around Katara's shoulders. "They're wonderful people. I spent some time with a small group a few years back. A lot of them enjoy what they do and get paid well. I learned a few moves, too. If you want sis, I can teach you for your honeymoon."

My sister immediately turned red and shoved me off her. "Ama!" The girls and I laughed at her reaction. "Can we just get to the bachelorette party! Please!"

"As you wish, princess." I teased her. "First stop is the spa." I announced, leading the group of girls through the town and towards the beginning of what would be an insane night.

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After spending a couple hours at the spa, we headed back to the palace. I had some of the maids decorate the living room so that it would look more like an actual party than some boring hang out.

There was blue and yellow confetti on the tables, where there were some snacks like seal jerky and kale cookies placed on top. The couches and the floors were covered in blankets, because I doubt any of them will make it to the bedrooms. And my favorite touch to the setting. An ice sculpture of shirtless Aang, posing with his air-staff.

Katara hated it at first, but quickly gave in to her own embarrassment. Blushing a deep red, but still taking the seats closest to it. I didn't find Katara's modest behavior annoying or weird. I knew that Katara just liked to keep some things private and I respect it. I just couldn't help but tease her and push her a little bit out of her comfort zone. I made sure that the sculpture was the only thing that was over the top.

The girls were chatting for some time and eating the snacks set forth while I grabbed an activity. I made sure to keep an eye on Suh. Currently, she was talking to Suki. And I noticed her glance out the window.

"All right ladies, we have one game to play before you all black out and I have to keep you all from puking all over the place. Grab a drink and take a seat." I announced, handing Katara a glass of hard wine. I gave the others a moment to get settled in their seat before explaining what was happening.

"So, this will be more on the bride-to-be than anyone else." I started. "Basically, I asked Aang a series of questions, but Katara doesn't know what he answered. So I'm going to ask the questions and if she answers the same as he did, you all take a sip from your drinks. But if she doesn't, she has to take a sip."

"Ha!" Katara laughed confidently. "Aang and I know everything about each other. I don't think this game will get me to drink a lot."

"We shall see dear sister." I cocked one of my eyebrows and unfolded the paper with the list of questions and Aang's responses. "First up. Who's the better kisser."

"Easy. Me." Katara gave her self-assured answer.

I shook my head. "Apparently your fiance believes that he's the better kisser."

Katara scoffed and shook her head as the girls giggled. "That doesn't sound like Aang. Are you sure that's what he answered?"

"Positive." I nodded. Katara sighed, but still took a sip from her glass. Her face cringed a bit at the strong alcohol.

"Looks like you two don't know each other as well as you guys thought." Suki teased.

"Oh please, it was one question." Katara pointed out, still being confident about how she'd answer. "Next question."

Holding up the paper again, I looked at the next thing on the list. "Who said "I love you" first?"

Katara smiled lightly, taking a moment to think back. "He did."

"Correct-a-mundo." I nodded and turned to the girls. "Ladies take a sip."

"Katara better get most of these right cause I'm trying to get wasted tonight." Toph commented before grabbing her glass.

"Me too." Mai, surprisingly agreed. She was usually a light drinker, but I guess this was the one exception.

I chuckled at them and took a quick look at Suh. Noting that she was hesitant to drink and glanced out the window. Perhaps Zuko and I were right. Maybe she was anxious because she was supposed to be meeting the others tonight, but was here instead.

The night proceeded. I made sure to keep Suh in my line of sight. She avoided me for the entire night, which I was glad about. Instead she was speaking with Ty Lee, who was just a bit more chipper than usual with the alcohol in her system.

Suki and Toph were both talking with Katara. The bride-to-be was the most out of it compared to everyone else, followed by Suki and Ty Lee. Toph was the furthest from a lightweight, her words slurred a bit but for the most of it, she could hold herself up. Suh had barely drank anything since the end of the drinking game earlier.

Mai was slouched across the sofa and I sat on the floor beside her. I had to be completely sober to be able to properly manage everything. And Mai, despite being a bit tipsy, could still hold a decent conversation. The alcohol made her more giggly than talkative, which I admit was a bit weird.

"Ama, are you even listening to me?" She frowned with a whine.

My head snapped to look up at her. She held her head up with her hand and looked at me with confusion. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I was talking about how Kei Lo's mom absolutely hates me." She stated and glanced over to where I was just looking. "You've been looking over at Suh a lot tonight. You really are jealous."

"Am not." I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.

Mai repositioned herself to lay on her stomach and rest her chin on her hands. "Ama literally one week ago, you and Zuko were cuddling up on the couch. No one asked what happened that night, but-"

"We told you all, we were reading and just fell asleep." I interrupted to remind her.

"Okay." She huffed an unbelieving laugh. "You're just lucky Suh wasn't the one who found you guys like that. I don't think I'd be able to handle another one of her screeching rants." Mai rolled her eyes and sipped her wine. "I really don't want to deal with her. As a Zuko’s advisor I’m bound to run into her at least once a week."

I wanted to tell her that she wouldn't have to worry about that because Suh was a fake. But then again, while Zuko and I were almost positive of it, it was just a conspiracy. "Good luck." I told her instead, getting her to chuckle.

Loud shrieks caught our attention. I was almost ready to get into a fighting position, but it was just Suki and Katara. Their arms were wrapped over each other's shoulders and their glasses were held high up in the air as they sang loudly.

"Horror, let's talk about the horror!" They sang incredible out of tune. Toph sat beside them with her hands covering her ears. "I'm the melancholy one! I live my life as if I'm yearning!"

Mai and I laughed loudly at them. Katara and Suki couldn't even finish the song because their giggling kept getting in the way. Katara set her glass of wine down and doubled over in laughter. Lucking they were sitting on the floor.

I shook my head at her and grabbed my glass of water to have a sip. Until a large crash interrupted everyone's good spirits. The large living room window was crashed into by two large men completely dressed in black and ski-masks covered their face and hair.

I jumped up immediately, so did Toph and Mai, ready to fight. Suh scurried away, pulling the drunk Ty Lee with her. Toph stood in front of Suki and Katara protectively. The two girls were trying to get off the ground, but they had way too much wine and their stances were off. I found it ironic that the two girls who made it the most clear that they wanted to be drunk were the two most sober to fight off the intruders.

The men rolled on the floor and stood up. They used earthbending to pull up chunks of the stone floor up and throwing them at us. Toph, protected herself and the two girls behind her by creating a wall out of the stone floor. Mai and I dodged the chunk thrown at us. Each of us in different directions.

Mai being the prepared person she was, had her knives with. So while dodging the chunk of stone, she threw the knives at our attacker. It barely grazed his arm, cutting through the black fabric.

I was jumping in the direction of Katara and Suki. "Get behind the couch!" I ordered them.

"No, we can help." Katara claimed. But based on her slurred words and her weak waterbending beside her, I knew she was way too intoxicated.

"Get behind the couch!" I repeated, more violently and authoritatively. I'd be damned if I allowed her to fight in the state she was in. She could barely stand correctly and she wanted to fight?! She'd get hurt.

With a frown, Katara and Suki scurried behind the couch. I bent the water that Katara just had and held it by my side. I scanned the room for Ty Lee and Suh. But they were nowhere to be seen. They must have already hid somewhere.

Bending the water, I used it to create a chunk of ice and threw them at Mai's opponent. He had his attention on Mai, throwing stone after stone at her while she gracefully dodged each of them. He didn't see the large ball of ice and it crashed into his side and threw him on the ground.

Toph slammed her foot into the ground and the stone floor shot up, engulfing her attacker. He was unable to move, thus unable to bend. I took her example and bent my water to engulf Mai and I's attacker completely in ice.

"Too easy." Toph said cockily.

"It was way too easy." I grumbled skeptically as I walked to one of the glaring men.

Toph went over to the other with her arms crossed. "They over estimated themselves, obviously. A bunch of intoxicated girls in one place alone." Her hands rested on her knees while she bent down to one of them. "We just need to know why they did it."

I sighed, but supposed she was right. At the same time, Toph and I removed their face covering. My breath hitched when I pulled the mask off. I knew this man. He had light brown hair, a wrinkled forehead, despite not being middle aged yet, brown eyes and an unmistakable deep scar that ran across his face.

I felt like I couldn't move. He just looked up at me with a knowing smirk. He recognised me. He was getting joy from seeing me after he hurt me in the most painful way possible.

"Ama!" Katara's voice shouted fearfully. My head snapped around. My eyes widened even more when seeing Katara being held by none other than Azula. She stood behind my sister with one arm around her neck and blue fire in her other hand.

"You know, you should really invest in some better guards." Her venomous voice said while Katara desperately tried to remove Azula's arm. But the firebender only tightened her arm, choking my sister lightly.

"Let her go, Azula." I demanded with a glare. I wasn't completely sure what the connection was between Azula and the earthbenders that just attacked. I just knew that Azula had my sister in a vulnerable state.

The woman snickered at me. "You saying that has no effect on what I choose to do."

"And what if I caved your face in with a boulder." Toph growled, bending a large piece of stone beside her.

"But you won't." Azula confidently smirked. "Cause I have the Avatar's finance in one hand, and a fire in the other. And it's getting dangerously close to her face." The fire only got closer to Katara's cheek. "What do you say? Should I give her and Zuzu a matching scar?"

"Stop!" I ordered, but it came out more like a beg.

Azula looked at me with the most menacing smirk on her red painted lips. "Drop your weapons and stop your bending. And free my friends." She told us. Mai, Toph and I all shared the same questioning look, before dropping our knives, water and stone as well as freeing the two demons. "Thank you. I'm just here to talk." Azula said, moving the fire away from Katara's face, but keeping it ablaze.

"Is that why you sent two guys to attack us and now have my sister?" I snarled the question.

"When was I ever one for a less than dramatic entrance?" She pointed out arrogantly. "I'm just a little offended that I wasn't invited to the wedding. After all, if it weren't for my threatening to capture you all, who knows if the bride and groom would even be in love today."

"Get on with it, Azula." Mai grumbled at her ex-bestfriend.

Azula sighed and shook her head. "Mai. So impatient. I'm just here to leave a warning. To Ama" I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head. "You remember when you chained me up all those years ago. You interrupted the Agni Kai between Zuko and I. That was cheating."

"You lost that Agni Kai when you aimed for me. And I couldn't just let you hurt Zuko more than you already did." I clenched my jaw, wondering where she was going with this?

"This isn't about him. This is about you." She scoffed. "You beat me. Hurt my pride a bit, I'll admit. But no worries, cause I'm here to take it back."

"You're doing all this cause you got your feelings hurt?!" Toph shouted.

"Well it's not like I have anything better to do." She laughed. This absolute sociopath. "Look, this doesn't end here. I just need to give Ama a bit of insight about what I'm capable with. Remind her about what she still has to lose." Azula started to move around the couch and moved towards the broken window, dragging Katara with her. The two men also walked closer to the window. "Your little girlfriend was just the beginning."

Once that was said, Azula threw Katara on the ground and the three of them jumped out the window to escape. I skid over to my sister, holding her in my arms as she wept out of fear. Mai and Top ran to the window. Hoping to maybe take them on now that Katara was safe.

"They're gone." Toph announced with confusion.

"They're gone?" Suh's voice came in, peeking her head into the living room from the hallway. "Spirits, that was terrifying."

I was too concerned with Katara than to stress over Suh. Even though the annoying woman wasn't involved in this little fight, I was somehow even more convinced that she was involved with Azula.

"I'm going to kill her." I grumbled with my jaw clenched and my arms holding Katara tightly.

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The boys finally got back sometime during the afternoon the next day. After Azula left, the bachelorette party was essentially over. No way was anyone able to get back to that festive and joyous feeling.

Appa landed in the courtyard and Sokka jumped out first. "Suki, I wrote you a song!" He announced with a grin. But the atmosphere was gloomy and no one smiled with him.

Katara ran to Aang, engulfing him in a tight hug. "Sweetie, what happened?" He asked her with so much concern.

"Zu-bear!" Suh ran to Zuko and jumped on him for a hug. "It was so bad. Azula came in and..." She explained everything so rapidly.

Zuko looked over at me, but I was looking somewhere else completely. My jaw was clenched and I fiddled with my nails. My anger or nerves haven't calmed down at all since last night. I barely got sleep. And I still didn't completely understand what was happening.

I knew that Azula threatened my sister and basically just told me that she was behind Mulan's death. But also. I looked at the face of Mulan's killer. The man who took her from me. It was all too much too fast. I felt hurt and sad and angry and a thousand other emotions at once.

I refused to look at anyone and just headed back inside the palace. Tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

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The night sky was filled with bright stars. Being a waterbender, I've always been drawn to the nighttime more than the day. And since a child, I'd stare up at the night sky, keeping an eye out for constellations and finding patterns.

Mulan and I layed in a clearing together, our shoulders touching as we looked up. Her rough hand was intertwined with mine while my right hand was pointing up, showing her the constellations. "...and if you look there, you can see the twin badgermoles." My hand outlined the stars.

Mulan didn't say anything for a moment as she tried to find where I was pointing. "I don't see them." She shook her head and her eyes shined in bewilderment.

"Here." I said, I took my hand that was intertwined with hers and pointed up again. "It takes a moment, but focus more on the brighter stars."

"I think I see it." Her tone was unsure. I couldn't see her, but I was positive that she had one of her eyebrows cocked upwards and a lopsided grin on her face.

"You think or you know?" I giggled, letting our arms fall back beside us.

She giggled along with me and brought her hand up to her face. "I don't know. I think I see it but I also might be psyching myself out." I shook my head and moved to my side to wrap an arm around her waist, keeping my eyes up at the sky.

"Hey, Ama?" She started with a questioning tone. I hummed a 'what', allowing for her to ask her question. "What do you think about settling down soon?"

I moved off of her and rested my head in the palm of my hand. "What do you mean?" I wondered. I mean, I was sure she meant what I was thinking, which was stopping from fighting bandits all the time. But I didn't want to just assume.

Mulan moved into a more seated position to lean on her elbows and look at me. "Well not now, but maybe like next year or something. What if we moved on from this chapter of our lives. We could buy a house. I've always wanted a big one. Somewhere to house all the kids who've been kicked out by their parents."

I grinned widely at her. She was so pure I loved it. Despite wielding a blade and having a fighting personality, Mulan never killed. She always had hope for people and always looking out for the underdog. Specifically children. I wasn't surprised at her idea to house rejected kids. After all, at 13 her own parents kicked her out for her sexuality.

She looked down at me, seeing my loving gaze. Her cheeks flushed red and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. "What?" I shrugged, moving to sit next to her. "I think that's a great idea." I told her, looking into her green eyes. "Someplace by a lake or ocean, preferably."

"And fertile soil." She added, biting her bottom lip in a happy manner. "I want a garden. Or two. One for vegetables and one for flowers." If there was one trait she took from her hateful parents, it was her love for nature and plants. She knew more about them than anyone I'd ever met. Other than Ursa, that is.

"We can sell our harests for money." I added, already planning a way to earn money.

"Su Ga Village." She grinned. "It's out west, the beaches are so clear and blue, you'll love it."

"Sounds like a plan." I laughed excitedly.

"Really?" A soft exhale left her grinning lips.

I moved to sit on my knees and got closer to her. My hands cupped her cheeks and smiled contently. "Really." I finalized and leaned down, pressing a chaste and loving kiss on her lips. Mulan's hands cupped my cheeks as well, deepening the kiss.

She pulled away first, with the happiest smile. "So it's settled. One year from now, we're going to get the house."

"And we're settling down." I finished. Or so I thought.

"And I'll finally meeting your friends and family?" She gave me a hopeful shrug and pressed her lips into a thin line.

I took a moment to think. I loved Mulan so, so much. It was time I got over this fear of not being accepted, and introduced her to the other people that I loved. "Yeah." I nodded. "It's about time they knew about you."

She squealed excitedly, peppering kisses all over my face as I laughed. "We'll invite them to some sort of housewarming party! You can make your cookies and I'll do the lemonade! Oh, I hope they like me."

I chuckled at my girlfriend, pulling her face closer to me. "They're going to love you. You know how I know?"

"How?" She intertwined our hands together, leaning even more until our noses touched.

"Because I love you." I told her. "And if they don't I'm just going to have to freeze their bodies until they do."

She shook her head at me. Lightly pushing me back until my back was on the grass floor and she was on top. Our hands were still intertwined. "I love you." She said softly, kissing me passionately. I responded blissfully. Slowly, her lips started to go down my neck and I moved my head back to give her more access.

But a loud crash interrupted our moment. Mulan jumped off me and I sat up. We exchanged the same concerned look. It sounded like a small scale rock avalanche, which was already concerning as is because we were at a mountain side. But what made it even more terrifying was that it came from the campsite. Where everyone else was.

The two of us jumped up and sprinted to the campsite. We were both incredibly shocked to find the scene. We were idiots to pick a place by a cliff. The entire side of it had collapsed, burying out entire site in it's gray rock and yellow-brown dirt.

I sucked in a sharp breath and started to look around for any sign of the rest of the Miraculous Bastards. "Masha!?" Mulan shouted. Getting no response. "Bono!? Taon!?" I ran to the rubble, digging though the rock and dirt.

They can't be gone. They can't. I'd never have another taste of Masha's meals. Bono would never share his poetry with me. Taon and I wouldn't go on another adventure. They still had lives to live. Masha and Taon were going to get married!

I breathed heavily, ignoring the light jabs from the small rocks. Mulan skidded next to me, digging through the rock and dirt with me. She already had tears streaming down her face. They were her family. She knew them since her teen years. They were outcasts together.

Neither of us saw it coming. A rock about the size of my head was hurdled at us. Luckily, it didn't hit either of us. We jolted our heads up, seeing two men standing at the top of the fallen rock. Both were quite buff. One had light brown hair while the other pitch black hair.

They had disgusting grimances on their faces while they bent more chunks of earth by their side, throwing them towards us. Mulan and I had to jump away from the rubble to avoid the rock.

The men jumped down towards us, each landed a few feat away from us. I opened my waterskin, bending the water out and created ice bullets from it. One by one, I shot them at one of the men while Mulan had her katanas out and fought the one with light hair.

The man I fought with shot columns of earth out at me, but I dodged each of them. My feet stepped lightly from one place to another in a spinning motion as I maneuvered through the moving rock and towards the attacker. Once I got close enough, I created ice claws around my fingers and threw them at the man. They stuck into his bicep and he cried out in pain.

I sprinted even faster. The man used his good arm to create a wall of earth between us. I almost crashed into it, but stopped just inches away. I grumbled in anger and used a jet of water to push myself off the ground and over the wall. Jumping down the wall, I used the jet of water and forced it onto the man.

He didn't see it coming and it pushed him back. He fell on the ground and I created an ice sword, pointed it over him. "Where are my friends?!" I demanded to know, refusing to believe that they were dead. The man clenched his jaw, looking at me at me like I already knew.

A screech caught my attention. Mulan. She was in trouble. I immediately abandoned the man there and ran in the direction of the cry. Using a water jet to push myself over the wall I ran to the scene.

Mulan was stuck in between the ground and a boulder pressing on her. The earthbender had a satisfied smirk on his face as he saw her struggling against the rock. He saw me running over and in the last moment before I could waterbend at him, he raised the rock a few feet above the air and then let it fall.

It seemed to be in slow motion. Mulan let out a blood curdling cry while the boulder fell through the air. I made an attempt to save her, sending a forceful push of water, turning into ice at the ends to push the rock away. But it was too late. It crushed her, hitting her chest and gut more than anything else.

I let out a horrifying shout at the impact while Mulan's voice stopped. In anger, I turned to the man who just crushed her. Light beads of sweat dripped down his face and a pleasurable smile was on his face. I used up all of the water from my waterskin, but there were still the trees.

I focused on bending the water out of the trees, and the bark and wood broke off, killing the piece of life. I sent ice spears at the man. His smile went away real quick and he jumped back. And I sent more spears while he jumped back more and more until he tripped over a tree root and fell.

"A-ama..." A weak voice called for me. I immediately stopped my bending, but kept my arms out. This was my chance to get back at him. Bu Mulan needed me more.

I glanced at the man. "Run." I growled at him. And he did. He scurried up from the floor and ran away.

I sprinted over the Mulan.The boulder still pressed on her. I bent the water from the ice spears towards me and turned them back into ice under the boulder. I created it like a ramp and the giant rock rolled off of her. I immediately turned the ice back into water and let it float beside me.

I knelt down to my girlfriend and pulled her weak body onto my lap. "Hold on, okay." I held the tears in. I bent my water over her chest and it glowed over her while I tried to heal her. But even I, a moderate healer, could feel that there was so much damage in her chest. "Hold on."

"Ama." Her voice was raspy and choked up. I looked from her chest to her face. There were cuts and bruises on her once rosy cheeks. Scarlett blood dripped slowly out of her mouth. Her rough, bloody hand reached for my wrist, removing it from her chest and pulling it instead to her cheek. "It's okay." She assured me with a weak smile.

"No. No." I shook my head and tears already spilled from my eyes. My thumb lightly wiped across her cheek to make her feel safe with my touch. "We have a plan. We need to get that house. The kids, they need us. And your garden."

She gave me a tiny smile, her green eyes looked at each of my features as she took me in one last time. "Maybe in my next life." She told me. Her hand that held mine on her cheek got noticeably weaker. "Ama, I love you."

I tried to speak. I tried to tell her that I loved her too. But instead I was choked up and a sob escaped my lips instead. Mulan dragged my hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on my palm. I shook my head. I couldn't let her leave me. We just planned our future. "I love you, too." I finally choked out.

The redhead smiled that lovely smile, her teeth shining and everything. And then her hand spilled off of mine and her body went limp. I held her in my arms as her soul left her body. "No!" I sobbed. My heart broke right then and there. I hunched over and cradled her into me.

I shook my head. My tears were making my hair stick to my cheeks. All I could think was that this couldn't be real. The woman I loved couldn't have just died in my arms. But she did.

I wept for what felt like hours. Finally, I set her body down on the ground. Her eyes were still open. The once bright green eyes were now dull and painful to look at. Another sob forced its way out. My hand covered my mouth as I reached over, closing her eyes.

This was all his fault. He killed her. Murdered her and then I had to watch the life leave her body. This wasn't fair. Everyone was gone. I was alone. But all I saw was red.

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It was only nights later. I spent my days tracking them. The two men responsible for my pain. My heart was broken and they were about to feel my pain in a different way.

They were sitting by a fire. Having casual conversation and drinking beer like they hadn't just murdered four people nights before. They were truly monsters. I clenched my jaw and my blood boiled at the sight.

I jumped out from behind the tree, a curved ice swords in my right hand. They both jumped up at my surprise attack, I kicked the dark haired man back. And my sword swung to the light haired man. I didn't realize how close I was to him, because my sword cut his face. It went from his forehead down to his opposite cheek, being deeper at the cheek. Really, it worked in my favor.

I breathed heavily in anger. The man touched his cheek, and looked at the blood on his fingers. "You bitch!" He growled and looked at me. His brown eyes glared at me, and I glared back.

"I'd rather be a bitch than a monster like you." I snarled. He and his friend both levitated chunks of rock to hurdle at me. I frowned and took in deep breaths, knowing that I had the upper hand.

Not only was it the middle of the night. But it was also a full moon.

I created two large walls into a triangular shape in front of me to shield me from the rock they threw at me. While being temporarily protected I got into my stance. And when I was ready, feeling the energy of the moon, I let go of the shield and they splashed into the ground.

I focused on the water into the men's blood. My eyes were closed, hands were out in front of my and my fingers straight. The grunts of pain from the men confirmed that I was indeed bloodbending. I opened my eyes, seeing them hovering over the ground with stiff bodies.

"You will pay." I said through gritted teeth. My left foot moved to step in front of my right and my hands went down, my fingers curling slightly to suffocate them lightly at first. I could only admit this to myself, but I enjoyed seeing them like this. Terrified expressions and slightly trembling. Completely at my mercy.

"Please." The dark haired one pleaded. "We can explain."

I shook my head. "I don't need an explanation. I need revenge." Venom spilled from my lips. They killed Bono. They took away the lives of Masha and Taon. They murdered Mulan.

I was about to do it. I was about to crush their disgusting bodies and rid the world of these horrid excuses for men. But I couldn't. I thought back to what I said just moments before. That I'd rather be a bitch than a monster. Would I be a monster if I killed them?

This technique itself was invented by a woman so unethical, that it's now illegal. But even Hama never killed anyone. Just imprisoned the citizens of the FIre Nation. Now I was planning to take someone's life with it.

They deserve it. My own voice told me. And they probably did. But Mulan wouldn't want me to.

I didn't realize that I was hyperventilating until I let go of the bloodbending. The stress on their bodies for so long made the men pass out the moment they hit the floor. I fell to my knees, more tears of grief and terror escaping my eyes.

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I hope there was enough angst. I haven’t written fanfic for like a year because of school, so I think I’m starting to get the hang of it again, but even before my writing was trash.

Hang loose, amigos 🤙🏼

#zuko x oc #zuko fanfic #avatar fanfiction #waterbender oc #zuko x waterbender oc #her sun his moon #zuko #fire lord zuko

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yandere-wishes · 5 years ago

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Twisted Wonderland Ocs!

Genie: *Appears on stage* EEEYYY here we are with our new twisted wonderland yandere OCS

Beloveds: *Forced clapping* get help (no Genie this is not a marvel reference!!) seriously just go get help.

Genie: Before we start please note that all characters here, other than the two bachelors are not blood-related by any means. They do however share a surname. It's one that they came up with themselves. As well as sharing the characteristic of hyena ears. Without further, a dew lets meet our lovely bachelors and bachelorette!

Name: Luna Annamaria Carnivora Vivica Jessica Bucchi

Nicknames: Lun (everyone), Viv (Banzi) big sis (everyone), Jessie (Me) my dear (Leona).

Dorm: Savanclaw

Year: 3rd year

Twisted from: Shenzi from Lion King

Age: 20

DOB: November 18

Physical Appearance (I do not have a picture for them yet, so if anyone is up to draw them that would be great!)

Luna has dark brown skin, usually littered with cuts and bruises. It's not rare to see her with a multitude of bandages and gazes covering up recent wounds. Large downturned grey/blue eyes with long lashes. She has a mole next to her left eye. Her raven-colored hair is straight and long, reaching and curling at past her lower back. Her bangs normally reach to slightly above her eyebrows. Her, built is rather lanky due to not receiving enough food on a daily bases. Her fingers are long with nails being covered as sharp claws able to cut skin. There is a slight limp in her right leg.

Story

Luna was born into a middle-class family, with a father working as an architect and a housewife mother. Her childhood was typically a happy and normal one. Around the time she was thirteen her father was fired for an unknown reason, though it's highly suspected that he was selling information to another company. This left the family with a lot of debuts and no means of paying them. Seeing no other solution, Luna's mother sent her off to live with her aunt. Despite being a kind and even motherly figure to the young girl, Luna and her aunt never really saw eye to eye. Her aunt pushed her to seek a higher form of education, pushing her to her limits to get a multitude of different scholarships. By fourteen, she had an athletic scholarship to the top private academy of the pride lands (or where ever it is the savanclaw people come form). However as time went on, the young girl began to note a shift in her aunt's mood. The once lively women became reserved and almost shut off from the world around her. She seemed to be in her own universe, this lead to Luna having to take up almost all chores around the house. A few months later Luna overheard her aunt on the phone with her parents. Her aunt begged them to and collect luna, in which they declined, saying that they could not take care of another person. This broke Luna's heart and it's around this time that she began to neglect her studies and sneak out at nights. On one of her nightly escapes, she encountered two boys about the same age as her, named Brazium and Elysium They were planning on sneaking into a club to do some pickpocketing. Intrigued the young girl hatched a plan to get them in. They later split their earings amongst themselves. This became a routine for the trio, hitting different bars and sometimes even school events at Luna's school. It was one of these nights that Luna came home to find polices at her aunt's house. The policemen told her that her aunt had overdosed on anti-depression and was found dead mere hours ago. Being/feeling abandoned for the second time, Luna took matters into her own hands. She was able to use whatever money her aunt had left to buy a small house in "the outlands" deciding she needed a pack to survive she invited Brazium and Elysium to come live with her, they both obliged. For the next three years, the trio lived in the outlands, having become a sort of ruling family amongst the other residents.

Personality

Luna is rather bossy and snarky, usually following a "agree with me or suffer" kind of manner. She is extremely sarcastic and at times dramatic, facing any problem or opponent with an eye roll and comment. She is rather independent and never likes being told what to do. All this being said she is extremely possessive of anything she has, fearing that it will be taken from her.

She can play the piano as an angel

got into night raven due to being friends with Leona kingscholar

Was given a scholarship to med school, which she turned down for Night Raven.

Could kill you with her glare

Has enough sarcasm to go toe to toe with Leona

Prefers to negotiate before starting a fight.

Leona is her closest friend and she considers her a brother like the rest of her "siblings"

Is on bad terms with Lionel (see @edda-blattfe)

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Name: Brazium Corbin Atilla Bucchi

Nicknames: *Insert degrading nickname here* (Leona and Luna), chalk eyes (Ruggie) brain cell number 2 (Ruggie and Elysium ) the family screw up (everyone) Banz (Me)

Dorm: Savanclaw

Year: 2nd year

Twisted from: Banzai from Lion King

Age: 19

DOB: April 4th

Physical Appearance (again still no picture)

Brazium has caramel-colored skin with a spinal cord tattoo over his actual spinal cord (Genie what the hell do you come up with?). His hair is a dark shadow like grey color, that is never kept properly and is always sticking in every direction. He usually wears heavy eye showdown around his teel eyes. His tongue and has a piercing which he gave himself using his father's tools when he was about thirteen.

Story

Brazium and his younger twin Elysium were born into a rather poor family. Their dad owned a tattoo and piercing shop. Their mother was a nurse before she hopped out of the family. From a young age, the brothers learned to operate their father's tools and run the shop, they also learned how to steal and fight as another means of survival. Their dad did try raising them right and making sure they had a good education. by fourteen the boys had taken up pickpocketing in bars and a private school, thanks to their new friend luna. One night the boys were woken in the middle of the night to the police asking them to come over to the station. There they were shown a corps and asked if they recognized it. They did, seeing as how the corpse was their father's. The policeman told them that he had been hit by a car and that they were not able to find the driver. The boys later learned that it had been an aristocrat and that she'd been able to get away with it due to her hight nobility. After hearing the news Luna approached the two boys and asked if they wanted to move in with her. They agreed and for three years they lived as a family. Later on thanks to Elysium another member would be added to them.

Personality

Brazium is short-tempered, aggressive and gluttonous. He mostly thinks with his fists and is quick to start fights. He will downright insult anyone going so far as to threaten them over measly things, such as pitty arguments. He is constantly complaining about one thing or another and has yet to answer the question "how are you" with a pleasant response. With all this said he does have a loving and joking sideshow only yo his family. When Ruggi was younger Brazium would always take him outside and find a means of entertaining him. He has the utmost respect for Shanzi and belives her to be the brains of the family.

He's great at boxing and martial arts, going toe to toe with Leona

He is a genius when it comes to languages

He's fluent in pig-Latin, English, Swahili, French, Spanish, German and Japanese.

Was the first out of the four Bucchi siblings to ask about Leona's scar

Will do anything and everything for his family (Leona included)

Is very superstitious

He loves slushies

got into night raven due to being friends with Leona kingscholar

does surprisingly well in potion making and has gained a bit of Divus’s respect

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Name: Elysium (El) Zayne Hani Bucchi

Nicknames: El (Everyone) giggles (Ruggie) brian cell number one (Leona and Luna)

Dorm: Savanclaw

Year: 2nd year

Twisted from: Ed from Lion King

Age: 19

DOB: April 4th

Physical Appearance (no picture)

El is typically described as having gentle features in contrast to his brother's rough appearance. His hair is practically as long as his sister's. Despite keeping his grey hair in a high ponytail there are still thin strands around his face. His skin is also a caramel-like color much like his brothers. He has two wing tattoos on both his shoulders along with a multitude of ear piercings. His eyes are lean and a lighter teal shade than his brothers.

Story

Elysium and his older twin Brazium were born into a rather poor family. Their dad owned a tattoo and piercing shop. Their mother was a nurse before she hopped out of the family. From a young age, the brothers learned to operate their father's tools and run the shop, they also learned how to steal and fight as another means of survival. Their dad did try raising them right and making sure they had a good education. by fourteen the boys had taken up pickpocketing in bars and a private school, thanks to their new friend Luna. One night the boys were woken in the middle of the night to the police asking them to come over to the station. There they were shown a corps and asked if they recognized it. They did, seeing as how the corpse was their father's. The policeman told them that he had been hit by a car and that they were not able to find the driver. The boys later learned that it had been an aristocrat and that she'd been able to get away with it due to her hight nobility. After hearing the news Luna approached the two boys and asked if they wanted to move in with her. One day while Elysium was walking around the outlands he spotted a young boy covered in blood. Murders were something normal in the area. El didn't think too much of it and tried to walk away, only to have the small boy follow him. He soon gave up and picked the kid and went home. Brazium and Luna weren't too happy with this but soon came to love the baby as one of their won. El took care of Ruggie the most since Shenzi usually had to work part-time jobs and Braziumwas in charge of meal prep and house chores. All was well until freaking Brazium lost Ruggie! (Genie: Banz how the hell does one lose a seven-year-old??!! Brazium: *shrugs and goes back to drinking his slushie*) It all turned out well in the end where they sorta ended up adopting Leona as well.

El has a disability which prevents him from properly talking

This, however, doesn't stop him from having a keen eye and being able to solve certain problems quickly

He and Brazium tend to fight a lot, it's usually up to Luna and Ruggi to split them up. While Leona cheers them on from the couch or wherever.

I Sorta want to go sci-fi on him and give him a voice box or something IDK

Is secretly Ruggie's favorite sibling

Despite not being the most violent out of the Bucchi family he gets rather aggressive around the lions, blaming them for his father's death and Leona's suffering

Refuses to call Leona a Kingschola and insists that he is a Bucchi

Has received nothing but A in Ashton’s class

His best friend in Night Raven is Kalim

Genie: Well that wraps but our show for tonight ladies and gentlemen! Their yandere personalities will be released at a later date, after the last "member" of the family is finished! Also a huge thanks to @edda-blattfe for helping me with all of this, love you lots darling!

Beloveds: No more, please no more! Go back to being a normal yandere blog, please. We will pay you to stop with the Twisted wonderland ocs!

#twisted wonderland #disney #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #disney ocs #savanaclaw #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland leona kingscholar

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bobasheebaby · 6 years ago

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Vegas Fling (NSFW)

Pairing: Bertrand x Addison Word count: 1,685 Warnings: smut, oral Summary: Craving one last taste of a challenging new conquest, Addison goes after the only available tough mark, Bertrand Beaumont. A/N: AU with the scandal but no assassins. Will diverge from canon a lot. Addison is a thot and unapologetically so. I started this as a request for @liam-rhys and was shocked where Addison took it. This chapter is all because of @riseandshinelittleblossom making me find Bertrand as semi attractive, it didn’t last long. If I can actually turn anyone on with this trash I will gladly concede that I am a good writer. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, I’m simply borrowing them for a bit.

Addison had never once considered sleeping with the older Beaumont, that was until she was faced with the thought that she would never sleep with anyone new ever again. They were in Vegas, Sin City, on their joint bachelor/bachelorette party when it finally hit her—she was getting married. She still didn’t quite understand how or why she said yes to Maxwell, marriage was not in her plan, ever. To be tied to one man for an eternity was like cutting off one of her limbs—yet here she was mere days from becoming Duchess Addison Beaumont of Valtoria. The idea terrified her, never sleeping with someone new ever again. It felt as if she couldn’t breathe, slowly suffocating on the life she would soon be forced to live. So when Maxwell asked her how the party was, if there was anything she’d like to do that they didn’t, she knew exactly what to ask for without even a moments hesitation—a fling. If she were a better woman she would have felt bad when his face fell and would have quickly reassured him that she only loved him. Hell, if she were a better woman she wouldn’t have requested the fling from him in the first place. No, if she were a better woman she wouldn’t be in this position, about to live a death sentence tied to one man for the rest of her life.

Maxwell was beyond surprised when Addison requested a fling, he wanted to tell her no, terrified it would only lead her to realize she made a mistake in choosing him and calling off their wedding. He knew deep down after promising to do whatever it took to make their party the party of her dreams that he had no choice but to say yes. He figured she’d go to Liam or Drake, maybe even a stranger for her fling, either way he shut himself in his room throwing back a shot trying to take his mind off his gorgeous fiancé under another man. It never once occurred to him that she was asking for a fling because she craved new, an adventure. Addison could have gone to any of the bars located on the strip and easily found dozens of men willing to be her one last bit of excitement before she marched forward to her demise of singledom. She didn’t want easy, she never went for easy, she always wanted the challenge—one or two exceptions along the way, Landon being one of them. No, she wanted a challenge, someone who was off limits, someone who she shouldn’t want—that left her with Bertrand. Bertrand Beaumont, the older stuffy Beaumont who would soon be her brother in law, what gets more forbidden than that? Sure she didn’t crave him the way she craved some of the others, had the head of the Royal Guard accompanied them she would have gladly worked her charms on him instead. Alas Bastien was back in Cordonia ensuring the security for the wedding was in place. Bertrand was her only chance at something new, someone challenging. Addison approached the older Beaumont cautiously, unsure how he’d react to her advances. She had noticed he had been drinking quite heavily, she only hoped it would be enough for him to lower his inhibitions, allowing him to give into her without question. If he questioned her she would simply play off that she was drunk, when in fact she had barely anything to drink all night and was fully in control of her faculties, odd for her during a night of partying—perfect for want she had planned. Addison knew she had to do this slowly, as to not shock him and send him running. She started by buying him another drink, and ‘accidentally’ grazing the outer edge of his hand with hers. She noticed him visibly shiver at the small touch. She smiled internally, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him if she was going to get him to fall into bed with her. This should be easier than I thought. She was cautiously optimistic, she knew this could still go bad at any minute. Before she knew it she had him practically begging her to take him back to her room. Addison led him back to her room, pleasantly surprised with how quickly he took control. He must really want this. The feeling of his lips on hers and his firm body pressing her against the back of the door had her reeling more than she expected. His kisses were intoxicating, making her feel drunker than she was. She was surprised by the reactions he was pulling from her, she always found him to be stodgy and boring, she never expected to actually desire him, crave his touch. He had a strange pull on her, making her body react in ways she never expected to with him. He trailed kisses along her neck, his touch igniting a fire along her skin. His hands made their way to the back of her dress, pulling down the zipper, his fingers ghosting her back leaving goosebumps in their wake. He stepped back as he slipped the golden strapy dress down over her shoulders and curvy hips. His eyes sent an involuntary shiver down her back as he took in her nearly naked form. A black lace thong the only thing keeping her from being fully exposed to him. The cool air and his intense gaze turning her nipples to hardened peaks instantly. Addison watched as his grey eyes darkened, flashing with a lustful desire, heat pooling in her core unexpectedly in response to his heated gaze. He removed his tie and suit never taking his eyes off of her body, leaving himself standing before her in his briefs, his hardened cock straining against it’s confines. He sank to his knees, removing her black thong, his hand gripped the back of her leg pulling it up to rest on his shoulder. His mouth met her dripping core, making her gasp in response. He licked along her slit, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. She bucked her hips, trying to get him closer, his hand gripped her hip holding her steady. He spread her lips with his free hand fucking his tongue into her tight heat. She gripped his head, fingers tangling in his black locks, her head falling back against the door as she moaned. He rubbed her clit in circles with his thumb as he continued fucking her with his tongue, driving her closer to the edge. She pushed his head closer to her, driving his tongue deeper into her tight heat, soon he had her screaming his name as she dove over the edge. He lapped at her flowing juices like a man who was starved. He slowly pulled away wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he lowered her leg to the ground. She was panting, her breasts heaving, she would have collapsed if she hadn’t been leaning against the door. She pushed herself away, holding herself up on shaky legs, she couldn’t help but wonder if the skill of his tongue could be matched by the skill of his cock. He surprised her with his strength when he scooped her up, carrying her over to the bed, laying her down. He pushed off his briefs, his short but thick cock springing from its confines. He climbed up on top of her, reclaiming her mouth in a searing kiss. He balanced himself on his forearm, lining himself up with her wet heat, he slowly pushed his thick cock into her tight pussy. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he started thrusting into her at a punishing pace. Her hands grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with wild abandon. Sweat formed upon his back and brow as he fucked himself into her, the sounds of skin slapping skin echoing in the space. His lips trailed kisses down her neck, gently grazing his teeth along her supple flesh. He reached his hand between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She threw her head back and moaned at the added sensation as she bucked her hips up into his. His thrusts started to falter as he pounded into her harder. He rubbed her clit harder and she came undone, clenching her walls around his cock, moaning his name. His hips stilled as he came pumping ropes on milky cum deep into her, his moans of her name muffled by her neck. He rolled off of her both of them breathing heavy as they came down from their highs. Bertrand got up, gathering his discarded clothes and redressing. Addison leaned up on one elbow watching him, she had been pleasantly surprised with his performance, but she needed this to stay between them. If she thought it would get her out of having to marry Maxwell she would gladly let it slip. She knew Maxwell would tell her he had given her a free pass he just hadn’t expected her to use it on his brother. She needed to ensure that this stayed between them, “that was fun, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” She purred, trying to draw him into agreeing. Bertrand stood up straighter, straightening his tie, stern look once again on his face, “but of course. I wouldn’t want Maxwell to find out about this.” He replied, his normal ‘I know better than you’ demeanor back once again. At least we’re on the same page about that. She thought rolling her eyes as she watched him leave her room. She flopped back on her pillows, her blonde hair fanning outward, she couldn’t believe she just bedded the dull older Beaumont just to satisfy her urge for new and a challenge. The only good thing was that she knew she never had to worry about anyone finding out about her tryst with Bertrand, after all what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas—but does it?

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not-without-bucky · 5 years ago

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Well, it’s over.

A year’s worth of planning and re-planning and backup planning all done.

We did it.

We’re married.

It’s crazy!

The week prior to the wedding went by in a blur. Not only did my husband leave for Vegas to go on his bachelor party, I hosted a “DIY Cookie Decorating Party” before going off to a hockey game for my bachelorette party. The cookie decorating didn’t exactly go as to plan (I messed up royal icing??) but the cookies themselves were pretty delicious and I got to use my new cookie cutters I got from my bridal shower.

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After that, we had chaos trying to bring all our wedding stuff to the venue on Monday which just turned into a really long and tiring day. Tuesday was setting up the camp based on memory as we forgot the Holy Grail that is our wedding book.

I felt so bad when Richard looked at me and asked where I put the wedding book. I remembered exactly where. 80 miles down the mountain and 2 hours away from our current location, in our kitchen stacked under some baking books.

Luckily we had mostly everything memorized because we know the book inside and out. And we made a few adjustments that actually worked out for the better.

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Wednesday, wedding day itself, was also a blur. I spent my morning getting ready lazily and peeking my head out the window when Richard took the bridal party outside to rehearse the procession walking down the aisle. I may have been texting people to remind him of certain orders. I definitely wasn’t saying, “what are you doing? The kids go over there!”

My bridesmaids all got along and even had like an assembly line of getting ready. We had upbeat music playing and eye shadow sharing and everyone kept telling me to get away from the window or else he’ll see me.

I couldn’t help it, the window overlooked the reception area and I wanted to see what they were doing.

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The events of the day went off without a hitch. Well, as soon as the DJ and cake got there. I barely remember walking down the aisle, but I do remember Richard actually showing emotion on his face.

For those of you who don’t know him, he’s the sweetest and most loving guy ever, but he has a very stoic face. Sometimes you can’t tell if he’s having a good time or not, but he insists he is. And I had told him beforehand that if he didn’t show any emotion when I walked down the aisle, I’d kick him.

Luckily for his shins, he was misty-eyed when I reached him.

We said our vows, a fly kept buzzing in my face, and his groomsmen were pretty funny. During the whole, “does anyone object to this union?”, Richard and his boys turned to the audience and began drawing their swords in the event that anyone did say no. Everyone got a kick out of it.

I also barely remember our ceremony. However, I do remember our delicious food because I made sure to scarf that down quickly. People kept telling me that I wouldn’t have time to eat. Ha! How little they know me.

To also further from normal tradition, instead of a father/daughter dance, I did a sister dance with my, obviously, sister. I probably looked right silly as we danced to Tiffany’s ‘I Think We’re Alone Now’ which has always stuck with me since my sister did a dance to it in her high school dance class. In the middle of the song, her class did aerobic exercises as they couldn’t think of other dance moves. So, at my wedding in my wedding dress and my 4 month pregnant sister, we did jumping jacks and knee-elbow twists or what-have-you and just basically bounced around like idiots. It was great.

Richard’s and my first dance was to Johnny Clegg’s Dela, which you may remember from George to the Jungle. I had told Richard ahead of time to dance slowly with me because although the song is on the faster side, I didn’t think I’d be able to keep up with my dress.

We didn’t have to worry about that, however, as people started pelting us with dried lavender. It was the most interactive first dance ever.

The rest of the night was spent in dancing, laughter, more dancing, picture taking, and cozying up by the fire pit. It was the greatest day and night ever.

I can’t wait for the photographer’s pictures to come in and to see our video. While I was there and in the wedding, I feel like I missed so much because I was focused on Richard standing at the end of the aisle. Still, the way he looked at me during the ceremony was the best thing ever and I’ll always have that embedded into my memory.

Since our wedding, we traveled down to Laguna Beach to explore for a day and renewed our Disney pass! Our actual honeymoon will be in February-March in England and Scotland, so we’re giving ourselves some time to save up again.

Tomorrow is back to reality as our happy little getaway is coming to an end. I’m both sad and happy to be going back to work; sad because it’s work, happy because I’m going back as Mrs. Borg.

I better have a new name tag when I get there.

The Knot Has Been Tied! Well, it's over. A year's worth of planning and re-planning and backup planning all done. We did it.

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harvest moon/story of seasons/rune factory/stardew valley themed rp (M/M, F/F)

Hello! I’m Ven, living in the American midwest (my timezone is Central, ofc), and I’ve been replaying some of the more classic Harvest Moon games as of late. Starting Wednesday, my schedule is completely free for the rest of the month of October, so I’m looking forward to expanding my RP list! This time with a Harvest Moon game-themed RP, with a town and characters of our own. I have two ideas for a setting, one being the general farmlike, cozy rustic hospitality vibe of the usual Story of Seasons/Harvest Moon games, and the other a bit more whimsical, driven with a little more fantasy aspects (or perhaps with some sci-fi ties if that’s the route we plan to take). Newbutter Town is a sleepy hillside village with all the marks of the usual Story of Seasons/Harvest Moon games: cozy and closeknit with the breezy, farmlike landscapes one would expect from such a town, with the only way in and out being the train station nestled at the foot of the hill. The other town theme more on the Rune Factory, fantasy route: Orion’s Belt is a peaceful village tucked deep in a dreamlike, mysterious wood where a quiet magic runs, protecting the town for seemingly unknown reasons. But it’s not limited to that! A tropical town, winter-themed, western - anything that strikes your interest I can work with. The above two are only what I have already up my sleeves. A little about myself and RP style: STYLE➼ Multi-paragraph, third person. My minimum is two paragraphs, but my starters can stretch pretty obnoxiously, haha. I love doubling and stuff, but it’s not necessary if that’s not your thing! LIMITS➼ Gore, pedophilia, incest, bestiality, underage, toilet play, noncon; you know, the works. OOC➼ My typing style OOC is…considerably less professional than this is, haha. I enjoy talking about the plot/story of the RP, characters, headcanons, or just plain talking. I’ve also finished a lot of commissions, so my art schedule is free again, and I’ll probably be drawing stuff based around the RP! SMUT➼ Fun, but not necessary if that isn’t your thing! I only play switch, by the way. PAIRINGS➼ I only write M/M and F/F. (I’m not opposed to M/F side pairings, but I’m admittedly very picky and very much don’t want to write an M/F main pairing at all.) What I’m looking for in a partner: ➼18+; I do like writing smut, and even if it’s not in the RP, I prefer writing with adults/people who are closer to my own age. ➼Email only! I didn’t think it would come up, considering I only list my email in my posts, but people still tend to ask me if we can roleplay through Skype/Discord or Google Hangouts. Nothing against those mediums, ofc, but it’s not my personal style and I just prefer email! ➼No referring to M/M as “yaoi” or F/F as “yuri,” please. Similarly, no “seme/uke” dynamics! ➼Going off the above on, please don’t come to me saying you only play tops or only play bottoms! ➼ I’ll admit it: I prefer doubling. A lot. I love working with more than one character, be it only one more or a handful of others. And considering this will be a town with multiple people, it’s sort of required! This is an entire town with villagers and side characters, where multiple relationships I do like the formulaic beginning of each HM/RF/SDV/SOS game, where a new farmer enters the town, as well as having bachelors/bachelorettes! I was a part of a Harvest Moon-based roleplay group on dA a long time ago - like, a loooong time ago, I’m talking years ago. It had this pre-set profile of things based on character profiles in game, like a character’s liked gifts and disliked gifts, so a gift-giving deal to boost character interaction would be interesting to play out…as well as something similar to heart events. I have a few other ideas in mind, but I don’t want this to get too long - send me a message if you’re interested! : ) You can email me at [email protected].

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“Those Three Words Aren’t Enough”

Your best friend Chris Evans is going to marry the love of his life this weekend and you’ve never been more excited for something – besides maybe seeing your other best friend Sebastian Stan again after you haven’t see him for months. However, your reunion doesn’t happen as you thought it would be.

Warning: None Sebastian Stan x Reader Part ONE

July in Boston was a blessing of good weather. Unlike Los Angeles, it wasn’t boiling hot, instead it was just right to enjoy a day out—or to have a wedding over the weekend. Your fingers streaked over the font once again. The soft creme-white, simple invitations with the golden writing were so absolutely beautiful that you had to bring it along with you on the plane.

With the excitement for the weekend, the flight from Los Angeles to Boston turned out pleasantly relaxing, although you had flown across the entire country. You had waited so long for this moment to come and now it was so close that you were actually scared of it.

Landed in Boston, you were lucky to get your luggage as one of the first, so you didn’t have to let Scott wait for too long. You had been to this airport a couple of times, knowing exactly where to walk to get to the arrival hall as you scanned through the crowd of waiting people. Maybe he was waiting outside, you thought just in the moment as you noticed the familiar face holding up a piece of paper, which had written on it ’My brother’s dumbest friend’ on it.

You chuckled at the sign, smiling brightly as you made your way through the crowd to Scott who was holding up the paper up. As you reached him, you squealed and hugged him tightly. “I’m glad to see you too, Y/N.“ he laughed at your wild behavior and the wide smile on your face once you parted.

“Excited for the weekend?“ he asked you, helping you with your luggage as the two of you walked out of the airport to his park slot.

“How could I not? It’s gonna be great.“ you sighed happily.

Scott’s brother and your best friend, Chris Evans, was getting married this weekend and it was fair to say that not only you had been waiting for this moment for years by now. You remembered once at work, he had told you that if he was ever going to be married, then he wanted to have his wedding back in his hometown with his entire family and friends. And now you were standing in the middle of Boston, ready to spend the best four days of your life celebrating with your closest friends.

Chris and his soon-to-be wife Katelyn had planned out everything perfectly. They had booked a cute hotel for the guests, close to the location where the wedding would be held. It was right outside from Boston, where everyone could escape the trouble of Paparazzi’s, loud noises and the busy traffic. For an assembly of well known celebrities, it was a relief to be able to be normal and enjoy the weekend to celebrate in the name of Chris and Katelyn.

Besides the fact that your best friend was about to get married, you were happy to see all of your other friends from previous Marvel sets again, but also Chris’s family, whom you had grown close to. Scott dropped you off at the hotel, telling you that he would return in a few hours because he still had to pick up some stuff for the wedding while you could already go and check in for your room and check out the location.

After saying goodbye to him, you walked into the entrance hall of the hotel, where the concierge asked to take your bags for you. Thankful, you handed them over and walked to the reception to get your keys.

“The keys for Stan, please,“ you heard a well known voice say, drawing your attention immediately to it. Your eyes widened as you realized who was standing with their back turned to you.

“Sebastian,“ you suddenly said out loud and indeed, you were right as the dark haired man with a subtle beard turned around to you. His hair was much shorter than the last time you saw him and he seemed to be buffing up again for his role as the beloved Bucky Barnes again. But his eyes were still the same piercing blue that you knew.

A smile appeared on his face as he noticed you, ignoring the Lady at the reception completely. Your heart ached as he came closer to you. It had been so long since the last time you had seen him. Seeing him now, it felt like an entirety had gone since then. “Y/N, you’re already here,“ he said with his smile that could brighten up his whole face.

“Got the earliest flight for today. I didn’t want to miss out on a single thing,“ you explained. “Since when are you here?“

“I arrived two hours ago from New York,“ he replied. “Have you seen Chris yet?“

“No, Scott picked me up at the airport an hour ago and drove me here. Haven’t seen anyone besides him, and now you.“

Besides tight schedules, Sebastian and your lives seemed to try and distant the two of you as best as possible. While you lived in the sunny Los Angeles, he spent his time at the known east coast. It was a struggle to see each other, when you weren’t working together or going to the same event. Birthdays and holidays became something special as they were often the only days you were sure to see the other.

“Sebastian,“ someone called him. The two of you turned in the direction of the voice, causing a warm shiver to suddenly run down your spine by the sight of a beautiful, tall blonde woman. A bright smile lightened up her face and her hips swung gracefully as she walked past to you to Sebastian’s side.

“Have you got our keys yet?“ she asked him, leaving you speechless.

“I was just about to get them, before I ran into Y/N,“ he told her before glancing at you, “Y/N, this is Mia. She’s…“

Only for a second, he seemed to get lost in something, hesitating to finish his sentence before he finally did, “She’s my date.“

She—Mia—looked at you with her angelic eyes and for a moment, you had no idea what you should do next. Everything was wiped blank, which caused the next moment to be painfully awkward. “That’s… great news! It’s nice meeting you, Mia. Like Sen said, I’m…“ you begann to stammer, “I’m Y/N… like Sebastian already mentioned.“

Before you even had the chance to turn as red as tomato, you quickly apologized yourself, “So, let’s get our keys. I will see you guys later.“

Luckily, the reception lady was thinking ahead and had both of your keys ready. Nervously, you grabbed yours and walked away without saying further goodbye, trying to steady your breathing on the way to the elevator. The sound of the arrival of the elevator startled you for a second, but you quickly got in and pressed the button of your floor multiple times in the hope that the doors would close fast enough to stop Sebastian and his date from entering the same one.

As the door closed, you allowed yourself to fall back against the walls of the elevator. Just like Chris, Sebastian counted as one of your best friends—perhaps he was the closest one you had. Ever since the first Captain America movie, the three of you had been extremely close. Usually you always tried to keep up with the others but as Chris was spending his time planning his wedding and future life, Sebastian and you had been away all over the world working on the different projects. It got harder and harder to keep up during times like that.

You had counted down the days to the wedding, knowing that the three of you would finally be reunited and have the chance to spent some time together again. Although you were ready foremost for Chris, you had to admit that you were happy to be able to see Sebastian again. You had missed him and every time you were separated, you were worried that someday your friendship would fade away, but Sebastian and you shared an indescribable bond. From the day of your mutual screen test over to starring successfully in two movies together, he had become the one person you could always count on, no matter what. You loved being around him and sharing memories with him, because he made life seem so easy.

He was the first one you told things, and usually he did the same with you but he certainly hadn’t told you about Mia. Through the years, he had been on dates and about most of them he told you about, especially when he considered that it was getting a little more serious. It often resulted in him asking you what to wear or what flowers to bring. But about Mia, he hadn’t said a single word, which was the reason why it had shocked you that much.

You opened the door and walked into the lovely hotel room, which was kept simple yet comfortable looking. Sighing, you let yourself fall onto the neatly made bed and starred at the ceiling. This weekend was about to be the most wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time, you just knew it.

****** Chris and Katelyn invited everyone for dinner this evening to start off the weekend, before everyone would spilt tomorrow for the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. After you had changed into a nice dress and some comfy heels, you made your way down to the restaurant of the hotel.

You skimmed through the crowd as you noticed two familiar faces—Anthony Mackie together with his wife Sheletta, who seemed to be involved in a great conversation. However, Anthony excused himself and walked straight over to you.

“Little one, how are ya doing?“ he asked with his well known smile that you adored.

“Good,“ you bluntly lied. “What about Sheletta and you? How are the kids doing?“

“We’re good, all good,“ he said, obviously trying to not make this the topic of the conversation. “So..“

“So..?“ you repeated, raising your brow, still skimming through the rest of the crowd.

“Have you met Sebastian’s date yet?“

You sighed, knowing exactly why Anthony wanted to talk about this. “Yes, earlier today. I ran into them,“ you answered, “and she seems quite lovely, if you’re asking me.“

“Oh c’mon,“ Anthony suddenly groaned, “you’re kidding me right now, aren’t you? Don’t tell me you’re happy about him bringing her with him.“

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mackie. She’s his date and I don’t get to judge her. I’ve only talked three sentences with her.“

“Three sentences too much,“

You didn’t feel the need to finish this conversation because you didn’t see it going anywhere but to drama, which Anthony loved. But before you could walk off, Anthony stopped you by grabbing your wirst. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but look, I thought we talked about this. Why do you keep on lying to yourself?“

Freeing your wrist from Anthony without making a scene, you told him, “I’m not lying to myself. I’m happy for him, so don’t worry about me and enjoy the weekend.“

Leaving him behind, you walked into the saloon, looking around to find Scott somewhere. He was your only other good friend here and you were desperate for a friend right now. Anthony’s words had made you furious in so many different ways that you had to calm down first.

“Y/N,“ you heard your name being called out. Spinning around on your heels, you saw Sebastian smirked at you. You had to catch your breath, looking at him in a casual white shirt paired with one of his expensive jackets that you loved so much. Your mouth twitched to an uncertain smile as you walked over to them, again not trying to cause a scene.

“Please, come and sit with us,“ Mia said as you reached their table.

You glanced at the empty chair next to her, gulping unnoticeably, “Sure, why not.“

“Great,“ she gushed. “Sebastian has told me a lot about you.“

Surprised, you looked at her as you sat down before your gaze shifted to Sebastian. “Did he?“ you mumbled.

“Of course! He told me lots of stories about Chris, you and him. You three seem pretty close, aren’t you?“ she asked.

Trying your best to be nice to her and stop looking at your long-time friend, you instead looked at her, “Yeah, I think you could say so.“

You didn’t lie to Anthony. Mia truly seemed to be a lovely girl, very sunny and absolutely gorgeous. Just the kind of woman that Sebastian deserved and you should feel happy for him to be with such a woman but somehow, you just couldn’t. Anthony’s words still floated around your mind during the entire dinner, making it harder to listen to Mia’s stories or answer her questions properly. Throughout, Mia was the more talk-active out of the three of you, while you simply listened here and there and replied to a few questions, while Sebastian talked a few times to the producers sitting across from him.

This surely wasn’t how you had pictured this weekend, which made you even more happy when it was all over. “See you tomorrow?“ Mia asked you, shortly before you intended to leave.

“Um, sure,“ you said, waving her goodbye and leaving the saloon with big steps, just to finally get away from all the facade.

That the day hadn’t turned out as you had hoped it to be wasn’t Chris’s or Katelyn’s fault, it was your own. You knew something was holding you back from having a good time. Now you should rather be downstairs, drinking and dancing until your feet hurt but now all you wanted to do was enjoying a movie and go to sleep early.

But your plans were quickly ruined after you had taken off your make-up and changed into some more comfortable clothes as your phone buzzed.

From: Sebastian

Please tell me 314 is your room.

You frowned. Was he? No, he wasn’t looking for you. Perhaps he was asking for Scott or Chris.

To: Sebastian

Yes, why?

Seconds later, you heard a light knock on the door. Pushing yourself of the bed, you walked over to the door, hesitating to open it up until you got the courage to do it. It revealed Sebastian in the same clothing from the dinner.

“What are you doing here?“ you asked him in confusion.

“We hadn’t had a chance to talk yet, so I excused myself and went looking for you.“ he explained. “Will you let me in?“

“What? Yeah, sure,“ you answered, opening up the door more for him to enter your room. Out of all things, you certainly hadn’t expected him to suddenly appear in front of your door, leaving you with no clue what to do now.

Sebastian sat down on the bed and so did you. “So, Chris is actually getting married.“ he said.

“Yep,“ you smiled. “Kind of crazy, isn’t it? But I’m happy for him, he seems so happy with Katelyn and that’s all I want for him.“

“He is,“ he agreed, getting silent afterwards. Usually, you had always a topic with Sebastian to talk about. No matter what topic you talked about, it mostly turned into hours of conversation. Just because it was that easy to be with one another. Now you had no idea what to ask next. Should you ask him about his current projects? How his mom was doing? You knew that none of those questions were the ones you truly wanted an answer to.

“And what about you?“ you mumbled. “What about Mia? How did you two meet?“

With a deep sign, he let himself fall into the mattress, starring at the ceiling of the room, reminding you how you had laid there this morning. “We met on the set of my last project. She was my make-up artist and it kind of went from there. I don’t really know, to be honest.“

“Do you like her?“

The devil on your shoulder was happy that you had asked that question, knowing that you needed an answer to that. But the angel on the other side was crying because she knew the answer would probably break your heart.

“I do,“ he replied quietly, and you felt your chest swell and your nose beginning to burn as you breathed in. “It was just nice to have someone not trying to go with me because of my job or the money I make.“

“But what about you?“ he quickly changed the topic as his eyes met yours. You leaned onto your side, watching him lay on his back. You never told him how beautiful his eyes were.

“What about me?“ you asked back.

“Are you seeing someone lately?“

You played with your fingers as you shook your head. “No, I don’t.“

Silence took over you two usual talk-active people. Nothing about this weekend was usual. You hated the silence because you had no idea what was going on inside of his head. Making it even more worse, he was laying so close to you. Being close to one another was nothing special, none of you had a problem with that. But now you felt the need to back off, although it seemed wrong to do so.

“That’s okay. Then I don’t have to inspect anyone.“

You chuckled lightly over the sadness inside you. “You don’t have to inspect anyone ever.“

“Sure, I do. I have to.“ he replied so serious that it made you wonder.

“Why?“

“I need to check… to make sure that whoever you are dating is going to treat you the right way, just as you deserve.“

Your heart dropped before it then quickly started to beat in angst. Your gazes fell. Those words shouldn’t have shocked you as much as they did. You knew that he always wanted the best for you, including having a lover that will give you the world. But they only made you wish that he wasn’t in this room right now because the burning in your eyes got worse and the last thing you wanted to do today was crying right in front of him.

“Doesn’t Mia wait for you?“ you said, cursing yourself the minute after why you had to bring her back into the conversation.

He hesitated, simply looking at you, before saying, “You’re probably right. I should get going.“

Sebastian pushed himself up from the bed. You watched every second of his movements closely, wishing that you could just pull him back to you and forget that you had brought Mia back as a topic. You wanted him to lay there and tell you more reasons why he had to check the guys that you dated, but you couldn’t go back .

Instead, you stood up and followed him to the door, which he opened up. He turned so quickly that you couldn’t stop yourself from running into him. Your bodies collied softly together while your eyes widened as he got a hold on you and held you by your arms.

“Will I see you tomorrow?“

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