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Once Upon A Time - Chapter One

Summary: Charles was never allowed to leave the castle, until one day he, and his best friend Pierre, decided to break the rule and leave the castle walls, only to bump into the well-known criminal, Robin Hood, who doesn’t see them in the same golden light that they were raised within. But Charles decides to ignore her hatred and becomes the bane of her existence.

Song: Whistle Shop by Roger Miller Quote: ‘You’re invited to The Royal Leclerc’s Masquerade Ball.’ Word Count: 9819

TW: A direct narrator (only at times, then switches to third person - give the feel of a book being read to you like someone usual did for us when we were children), mention of death, mention of murder, 

A/N: Not proof-read or edited. A/N 2: Taglist and detailed references found in reblog!

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          ACT ONE, CHAPTER ONE

(Ah, where to begin? How about once upon a time…

…How many times have you heard that to begin a story? Let’s do something else.

In a far-off land, where – what? That’s been done too? In fairy tales? Ha, no, this story is far from a fairy tale, in fact it isn’t even one. Nor is it a legend or a myth, or even a bedtime story that you were grown and raised on as a child, this isn’t a story that you’ll know line by line, and this is not something that will be turned into a film or tv show.

No.

This is simply life.

With our Planet Earth that holds vast oceans, forests, and lands such as England, Greece, Monaco, Zosnurg and – you’re kidding…you don’t have a country called Zosnurg on your version of Earth?

What about pirates? Mermaids? Sirens? Dragons? Fairies? Krakens? Vampire Mermaids? Chimeras?

…None?

So, this would be like one of your stupid fantasy books then? Okay…well, let’s just get some things straight then before we start this boo – these lives that I’ll be talking about.

(Which I suppose in some way is a story if I’m talking abo– I, as a narrator, will stop talking now…)

(I do apologise)

Rule One.

This is not a fairy tale.

Yes, we have witches and princes’, and balls, and enchanted forests, and adult-eating witches, and even the children-eating witches too, mermaids of all forms, dragons, chimeras, and even werewolves and lycans, pukwudgie, and dryads.

And yes there is a yucky love story.

And yes there are sword fights, and war, and love and hatred, and death and –

Alright, I know this may sound like a ‘fairy-tale’ but isn’t everything a fairy tale? You have two love interests who have to go through a lot to be together? Sounds kind of like one to me…Only difference is that we don’t need to battle a dragon, well talking to my mother sometimes feels like I’m battling a–

Anyways, life is a fairy tale, a rubbish one, but a fairy tale, nevertheless.

But this isn’t the typical annoying fairy tale where the knight in shining armour goes and rescues the princess from her tower and shares a true loves kiss once the dragon is slayed.

No, that’s just fucking lame.

Instead the prince befriends a dragon, and he doesn’t save a princess, there are no princesses, well there are, but they aren’t important, this isn’t about them.

This is about the prince and the criminal and – what on earth are you talking about? You’ve seen fairy tales like this before? Get lost.

I told you once, and I’ll tell you again, this isn’t a fairy tale – this is real, not make belief, but real.

This isn’t so called Aladdin or Rapunzel – I mean Tangled – this is real life.

This isn’t a fairy tale.

In fairy tales life is presented as blissful and magical and makes you want to gouge your eyes out because you know you can never live a life where birds will get you ready for the day. Whilst in other fairy tales you feel like you are on the spinning teacups, and nausea creeps up on you from what you’re experiencing.

(Cause I’ll come clean now, I’ve never had any of my grandmothers be swallowed up by a wolf or ever seen a man become blinded by brambles).

No, these lives I’ll be telling you about will either leave you crying or smiling or perhaps even laughing – but most likely you’ll be crying, cursing my name for ever telling you about these people.

I am not sorry.

But just a pre warning – this is not a fairy tale.

Rule Two.

Don’t worry, you won’t have to hear my lovely narration voice all the time, I chose not to.

(I don’t get paid enough for that).

But when I do decide to talk with you I will do so in italics and in brackets (as so illustrated) – I have a few notes about these people for example how bloody stupid our main female character is and –

Rule Three.

We do not, and I mean, do not break out into a musical number, we don’t do that here. Absolutely not. And no singing birds are going to help get anyone dressed either or clean their house – they aren’t lazy – life doesn’t allow anyone to be this lazy.

There are no such things as true loves kiss – a little kiss is not bringing anyone to life – unless magic is involved of course, but that’s an entirely different story.

There is no happy endings too, that doesn’t exist, never has, never will, people will die, we will cry, but then we’ll move on and carry them with us.

Even she will di–

Rule Four.

No spoilers.

(Now, that’s all the rules I can read in my messy handwriting across this coffee-stained napkin that obviously didn’t contain the pretty barista’s number.

…

There was no pretty barista

It was just Sue, the sixty-old woman who knows my order off by heart, but claims to dislike me – however, she did smile at me earlier after I spilt coffee all over myself, so guess she doesn’t hate me…)

Oh and –

Rule Five.

This is not a fairy tale.)

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This is the story about a girl named Y/n and it starts with the sun.

Most are unaware how the once worshipped as a god by various of religions and cults ever came around, and just like the star that’ll burn the believers who venture too close, no one could remember how their King became King and when the Queen fell pregnant three times, gifting their world with three beautiful boys.

The first passed the crown down, the third shall remain a prince, and the second is deemed to be king one day.

To the world, this families beginnings felt like a fever dream – a gorgeous one though, and most carried such a strong love for them, but not all, some carried a strong hatred for them and had been wanting a revolution for ages.

A passerby once told his children, after a trip to Eynsworth one spring, that he never had much thought of their sun being a star, he knew it was, but he never felt like it was. Not until he, after meeting the royal family, had the pleasure in holding their second born, a few months after his birth, and my, the passerby never felt so close to the sun, nor did he fear being burnt. In his hands he was holding something golden; something godly. Just like the sun. But it wasn’t the sun, no, it was a gift from the golden beams above them, he was a star. He was their new star, their sun.

On the 16th of October a son was born. A prince. And he was given the name Charles.  

Their future king.

Our star, our sun.

It was hard not to love the prince who found himself trapped within castle walls, barely venturing out into the world, but when he does he’s constantly close to his father as they enter new lands (for him at least) where all hand his gifts to his knights – his protectors – with flowers and gifts. Only soft smiles were what he was allowed to retrieve, no other gifts of any sorts should be handed to him directly.

(There were many soft smiles which later turns into flirty looks from those his age as he grew up).

Along with growing older, where falling in love was more on someone’s mind, Charles never become blind in seeing how his best friend and his first knight-in-training, Pierre Gasly, wasn’t shy of the extra attention that was given when Charles was allowed to see the world outside the castle walls. Little winks thrown around and bright smiles whilst the prince watched in disgust before taking a strong interest in the world around him, watching how the clouds glided through the sky, forming different works of arts for all to enjoy, and how the branches of the trees waved them off for their travels, knowing the next time they are seen a new image will be formed, quite possibly a picture of what they saw on their travels.

(All in all, one person stayed on his mind, the one he meets growing up, the other main character of our stor–of these lives).

Once, at the age of seven, he saw the sea for the first time, and he wondered what it would be like to feel the salty air tickling his skin, embracing him in a warm hug where his cologne is replaced with the smell of the sea. He even wondered what life as a fish would be like, swimming endlessly through the waves as it dodged every obstacle in their way. He wondered if they felt lonely down there just as he does within the palace walls, hoping for a struck of bravery to hit him to just leave and see the world for a moment, even just for a second, just to go on an adventure without anything bothering him.

He wondered if the sea felt grateful to be holding such beauty in their arms, cradling it, kissing it, and bringing it deeper into their warmth, with some even grazing the sandy fingers of Poseidon. He imagines that the graze occasionally turns into a handshake, welcoming those to a new view, begging them to lie down in the pit of darkness to try and spot a single beam of light – they never do, they’re in too deep.

Charles questioned his breathing ability, the young boy would hold competitions in the pool at home where he timed himself on how long he could hold his breathe as he sits on the bottom, he thinks maybe one day he could be like those aquatic animals that reach the bottom to shake Poseidon’s fingers. Poseidon’s ‘spot the sun’ game would eventually become to easy then, as the sun would be in his grasp, smiling brightly at him as he whispers, “I did it.” And all Poseidon would do is nod as he looks at the boy’s eyes that (of right now) resembles the colour of the sea on postcards that grandparents send to their grandchildren.

The sun child even wondered if the sun felt any different if he was elsewhere, maybe it feels warmer if he was in a place he loves instead in one of the many gardens of his castle or the small amount of times he’s with his father in a different country doing something of work – which his father calls father and son bonding.

Maybe his skin becomes painted in various shades of gold, letting him stand with a cheery smile whilst looking like a lost jewel in a faraway land. Where he watches the clouds shift and change like a person’s mood and observes the sky’s colour platter shattering from the phenomenon of the sun setting.

The Prince of England, Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc of many of the Grandale Islands (a group of various places, islands, and countries that the family have ownership over. One of the most recent ones that the Leclerc’s took ownership of was when Charles was just five years old, after a neighbouring (and independent) country (Zosnurg) became littered with destruction, gore, and weapons as England battled them for land. (Charles’ second home country, despite being born in Monaco, his father decided to move the family to England after the birth of his last son) The air of Zosnurg was filled with numerous of smokes that contributed to the deaths of many on the battlefields. An army of rebels and an army of warriors would once constantly fight each other to the death for the land that both kings desired. It was unclear of what side would win; it formed a tiresome fear for those nearby as they dreaded to think of the war becoming never-ending. The fighters were grimed with pain, exhaustion, and their spirits were broken. The war was soon ended by King Raphaël (the father of the Leclerc’s) killing the King of Zosnurg with his sword.)

Charles recalls growing up with some of the kind souls around the castle, watching with a frown as the lower statuses had to clean the mess up, rebuild the economy that was destroyed by the war with the rich bossing them around. He remembers watching them nearly everyday from his bedroom window, or from the carriage as they rode through the towns like Aramore (a poor town that was mainly affected by the war as it was often targeted with bombs for a few months). Most of England was left undamaged though, only a small percentage of the country was damaged, it was Zosnurg that carried most of the destruction and those of Zosnurg had to rebuild their country like the first citizens of their country once did.

It was the Leclerc’s property now.

He wasn’t allowed to do anything about the mess, nor ask to help, or even ask his family about it. All he got told was it was not his business yet and that he was far too young to worry about such a thing.

So, growing up, trapped in the castle, and venturing out as little as possible, he watched as far as he could see get rebuilt, and become better than it once was. Soon, he was allowed out, it was about a year later, his godfather – his older brother’s best friend – Eric Russo– was given the permission to take him out karting in their city, Eynsworth. He grew to love the sport, later watching Eric, from the TV, travel the world to race.

Along with karting, the prince took up other activities to keep him occupied within the castle walls, even going as far as painting, but was quick to discover that was not his forte.

Charles was ten years old though when he first heard of a person who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. And it was a month after the discovery that he learnt how much his father hated this mysterious figure who’s blacked out silhouette littered the tea-stained wanted posters that was flown to country-to-country, hanging round in various places.

Wanted for £3000. Alive. Name: Robin Hood

That was the name the whispers would call them after the fourth robbery. It was a cool spring evening, and the robbery affected a close family friend, Mr Clive. They took anything that was valuable, and when discovered that there was a robbery, the bells of the townhall began to ring, people of Eynsworth then began to venture out and onto the streets in the early morning, sleeping dust prickling their eyes as they stood in the breeze. They were all dressed in their pyjamas as they watched Mr Clive – the man who was robbed – walk around in nothing but boxers as he stormed right towards the castle with his very young-looking wife begging him to do this at a better time.

No, the only good time was of right now. He demanded for the thief to be found, and the King agreed as he stares at the barely dressed man in the front gardens of his home from Arthur’s (his youngest son) bedroom window.

The following week new wanted posters were being sent out.

Wanted for £10,000. Alive. Name: Robin Hood. Presumed Description: Professional man around the age of twenty to thirty, who’s a skilled thief, fighter, and archer.

The days after Mr Clive’s robbery, many more got robbed, some even finding arrows outside their houses or even watched how the thief dodged the thrown slippers, wooden spoons, chairs and even vases sent their way.

Many questioned on the presumed age of this criminal, but they never thought on the matter long as they presumed that due to everything happening so quickly they couldn’t quite judge on how old this criminal may be.

However, at first thought they believed the criminal was too small to be of around presumed age, but as mentioned before, they never allow themselves to dwell on the matter long enough.

The week after new wanted posters were sent out along with a new wanted poster for Robin Hood’s partner.

Wanted for £30,000. Alive. Name: Robin Hood. Presumed Description: Professional man around the age of twenty to thirty, who’s a skilled thief, fighter, and archer.

Wanted for £5,000. Alive. Name: Little John. Presumed Description: Professional man around the age of twenty to thirty, who’s a skilled thief and partner of the notorious Robin Hood.

It was discovered that the archer was partnered with someone after Mr Clive got robbed once more. After falling down his stairs, hurrying down to capture the intruders with a broken torch in his hand, he watched the moment he swung his front door open with a throbbing head, as the pair, already at such a great distance, carried sacks of money over their shoulders, laughing with their heads thrown back as they pushed the other around.

On his 13th birthday, the discovery of Robin Hood and Little John being children were uncovered. No one was quite sure who leaked this piece of information, some say that someone accidently let it slip, some even mentioned that perhaps the duo robbed them and then they caught sight of how young they looked, some even suggested that maybe the duo wronged the anonymous person and they wanted to get their revenge.

Charles believes none of the suggestion were the correct reasons.

Robin was 12, nearly 13, (an age that was incredibly shocking and was being slowly processed by the world) and Little John was just 15.

And once again, prices were raised.

“Your dad should hire them to be one of his knights,” Pierre suggested one night in Charles racing themed bedroom, all of his brothers, Pierre and Eric being locked in there whilst a meeting was being held right outside about Robin Hood and Little John after they easily battled and escaped the King’s best men – no injuries were occurred, nothing but bruised egos and dignities.

Lorenzo, Charles’ older brother, scoffs whilst Eric shook his head in disagreement. “Why would someone who sounds like they hate the rich, join them?”

“People change,” the young French boy tries to argue. “Right amount of money and he could be running to Raphaël’s side.”

“The price over their head is a lot already. I don’t think they–”

“He?” Charles arched a brow as he looked over at Pierre, who sat on his bed whilst Charles sat on the windowsill to watch the chaos below him. “What do you mean he? I don’t think it’s a he by how people talk of their movements.”

“It’s a kid our age, Charles, they’ve been doing this for years, they aren’t going to be noisy.”

“Still don’t think it’s a he though. Doesn’t make sense – maybe Little John is, but Robin Hood can’t be.”

“What are you–”

“I think Charles is right…” Arthur looked up from the game device he was playing on, handed by Lorenzo to keep the 11-year-old entertained. “I heard whispers that it is a she.”

“You went out?” Lorenzo’s firm voice came, laced with concern. “You’re not supposed to–”

“No way,” whistled Pierre. “Impossible.”

“Cool.” Charles nodded. “Maybe she can give you all a tip or two on how to fight, shoot an arrow and not be as noisy as a Heffalump.” He teased as he looked at Eric, Lorenzo, and Pierre as he mentioned the skills they’ve been lacking most in.

“Mate do not relate me to those things in the forest,” Pierre groaned. “They’re not cool.”

“How are purple elephants not cool?” Arthur piped in, furrowed brows as he stared down the older boy.

“Are you trying to say you are cool?” Eric smirked as he folded his arms.

Heffalumps are said to be dangerous creatures, but Lorenzo had told Charles about the whispers among the caring citizens (the poor who lived in their lack of riches town; Aramore) that those hunter’s stories are all false, that these creatures were actually rather friendly, and they are cruel to the hunters as they are the ones trying to kill them.

He even told Charles the story of how he even was lucky enough to meet and touch a Heffalump with these three children of Aramore that was around Charles’ age. It was a few years ago, but it was a memory Lorenzo would carry forever as for once he wasn’t treated as a prince, or a knight in training, he was just treated as himself, as Lorenzo.

He felt free.

Charles and Arthur envied him for it, envied how he was allowed to go out and do what he wishes whilst they befriended the paintings on the walls.

Charles looked away from the group and turned to look back out the window only to find a butterfly pressed against his window, his vibrant coloured wings not at show, and Charles begin to hate the insect he was staring at.

Hated how it was allowed to sore the grey skies, hated how it was allowed to taste the sweet nectar of the plants around and he wondered if he would ever be deemed lucky enough to taste something as lovely as that. He wondered if he was beautiful like a butterfly, if someone looked at him like Aphrodite herself, and be able to memorise every part of him with their eyes closed.

Charles doesn’t think he’ll ever be that lucky, so he left himself wondering if a butterfly knew everything about flowers, wondered if they knew which one had the sweetest nectar, and which ones to stay away from, he wondered if they ever felt safe in those cocoons they break out of after the transmission from a caterpillar to a butterfly was complete – he wondered if they felt that change, if they realised they were now a beautiful and elegant insect that everyone admired from afar but were too scared that a simple touch would shatter them.

It was a month after his birthday that two faces were placed onto the wanted posters after they attempt to rob from Eynsworth Castle. Failing to do so due to the amount of protection these places were gaining over the years, his home being the most. A knight caught them, and after a difficult battle that ended with an arrow in the Knight’s thigh, he was able to give the King and Queen a detailed description on their Robin Hood and Little John.

No name was given, and no name was being found out any time soon. But his parents and those of riches were ecstatic with this newfound information.

Wanted for £50,000. Dead or Alive. Name: Robin Hood. Age: 12 approx. Gender: Female

Above the silhouette changed to a drawn picture of the girl and the presumed personal description was ripped out and in came her age and gender. And after the attempted Eynsworth Castle robbery, King Raphaël and Queen Anna agreed that they didn’t not care how this archer was handed in.

Death may even be better as there was no way she would be able to escape.

Wanted for £10,000. Alive. Name: Little John. Age: 15 approx. Gender: Male

And just like Hood’s, his silhouette was changed to a drawn image of him.

Everyone was still in shock about the age, but now their shock grew at the thought that it was a female who was causing them so many problems for so many years. Charles and Arthur were the only ones who weren’t shocked as they collected their packets of chocolate buttons from those around the castle who all disagreed with the idea of Robin Hood being a female.

“It’s not really criminal though, is it?” Pierre asked as he, Eric, Lorenzo, Arthur, and Charles laid on the grass in one of the many gardens of the castle. “It’s more deviant, no?”

“I wouldn’t say it such a bad thing,” Lorenzo muttered, arms under his head as his eyes stayed on the stars above them.

“How bad is it out there? For the poor?” Charles asked curiously, never truly knowing how bad it was for them, only seeing small sights of it when he did go near those areas.

“They have it bad,” Arthur muttered, eyes closed as he too rested his folded arms behind his head. He could feel Lorenzo’s eyes burning into the side of his head at the mention of his little trips outside the castle walls without anyone. “It’s like dad forgets they exist and just shoves them to the side.” He shifts to French casually as his mind thought on the way they live.

“Oh,” he nibbles on his bottom lip as his eyes counted the stars.

He loves the stars, truly does, he wishes he could join them for a moment and just sparkle and dance up there as they guide people home, forming little imagery onto the sky too. He wouldn’t want to stay forever, would find it too boring, but he’ll like to know what being a star was like.

He even wanted to know how to find these constellations, he reads books and searches the web for tips on how to spot them, but still, as night passes he still finds himself struggling to even find the beginning of one.

“When I’m King I wouldn’t push them to the side…we’ll be equals.”

“Cute vision,” Eric utters in French. “But that isn’t as easy as you make it out to be.”

The boys laid in silence as they watched different things. Like for Arthur he was seeing those weird dots you see when your eyes are shut. For Lorenzo, he was still admiring the stars along with Charles. For Eric, he was watching the trees wave in the gentle breeze. And Pierre was sat up, knees brought to his chest as he pulled out strands of grass and twisted them around his fingers to act as a ring.

“She’s quite pretty, no?” Pierre whispered in French, loud enough for them to hear, but they knew the question was more aimed towards his best friend than any of the others.

“Who?” Charles asks, responding back in the same language, oblivious to what Pierre was getting at as he connected the dots his own way to form a future for himself.  

“This ‘Robin Hood’ girl.”

“Does it matter?” Pierre sighed as he looked up from the strand of grass, only to stare at his friend’s side profile as he babbled on in French and avoided a simple question. “I’d prefer if she’s a good person than if she looks nice.”

“But she’s pretty, no?” Pierre arches a brow, corner of his lip pointing up into a smirk as he hears his friend sigh and close his eyes.

“Oui.”

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                             Present Day – February.

 Leather boots walked among the cobblestones, dressed in a cream shirt, dark trousers, and a navy hooded jacket, with the hood over their heads, the two now fourteen-year-olds moved beneath the ever-blue sky with lacy, white-edged clouds that formed a perfect line-up in the blue, as if they were boats safely moored in a celestial harbour, with the singing birds soaring above as they acted as the fishes of the skies.

Across the cobbled streets, critters ran across, dodging the horses trotting down, nodding their heads side-to-side. One of the fourteen-year-olds had to resist the urge to stroke the horses’ head, as they didn’t know what would happen if they were caught outside the castle.

The two made their way towards a concluded alleyway and as they grew closer to the towering brick wall at the end, they decided they would climb over it once they reached that issue. The taller one of the pair, kneeled down first, linking his hands together as it hovered over his propped up knee, the other placed their foot on the other hands, feeling them boost them up for them to be able to grab ahold of the top edge of the wall, their hand brushed against a tea-stained paper hanging on the wall, but before it could move up any further, an arrow whistled past them, skidding the side of the shorter one’s fingers as it hit and wobbled in the poster beside him.

The action made the pair pause, the kneeled down one looked up whilst the other looked over his shoulder to try and find the one who shot the arrow. The taller one let the shorter one down before he takes a watchful step in front of him as they watched the alleyway’s self-crafted shadows in front of them carefully.

Approaching out the shadows was a slightly shorter, and hooded figure, the bow in their hand was still raised whilst the other was over their shoulders, plucking out another arrow from their brown quiver. They stepped into the light more as they nocked their arrow, drawing the string back as they made the pair their target. The archer was dressed in a dark forest green cape with black cargo trousers and ruined boots. Their clothes were already covered in mud, and they watched as the figure instructed with their head for the two to lower their hoods and raise their arms.

“Money, now.” The hooded figure demanded.

“You can shove that arrow right up where–”

“That’s not very princey of you,” they smirk under their hood. “Did the King never tell you how dangerous it was out here?”

“Princey isn’t even a word,” the tallest of the pair folded their arms, muttering.

“Money, now.” They released the arrow; it skimmed past and shot threw the first arrow they released.

One of the two threw a small satchel of coins and the hooded figure just sighed as they placed their bow over their head, nestling it at a safe angle across her back.

“You’re Robin Hood.” The Prince breathlessly says as he watches her pick up the small satchel of coins.

She hums, bowing down dramatically as she grins up at the pair. “It is I,” she then raises from her bowing position and places a hand on her chest as she takes a step closer to the two. “And you two are Prince Charles Leclerc and his…Pierre Gasly?” The figure now stands a few feet away from them now, pushing down her hood for the pair of them to look at her. “Shouldn’t you two be…I don’t know…anywhere but here?”

Pierre mouth fell agape at the sight of her.

“You must know,” she continues, “we don’t like your type very much?”

“And what is our type?” Charles arches a brow, arms mimicking his best friends as he folds them across his chest.

“Rich pricks,” she offers them a fake smile, as she rounds them, ripping the poster off from her arrows as she inspects it, the two boys didn’t dare to make a run for it. They knew the stories already, even if they ran she would still catch up with them.

Her brows raise. “Still just £50,000? Is that all I’m worth to you guys,” the corner of her lips quirk up. “Suppose I should do something soon to make that go higher, ay?” The pair stayed silent as she span on her heel and moved closer to the wall to take down the other poster from the wall.

Their eyes were on her back as she looks down at both posters, they hear an airy laugh leave her lips.

She now turns back to face the two as she presented the two posters to them, as if it was the first time they ever saw them. “At least they can get my nose right,” she comments as she peers over at the other wanted poster. “Unlike Danny’s.”

“You just–”

“Told you Little John’s name?” She looks up, a smirk still playing at her lips. “Thought our little rat told the royals that already?” They shook their heads as she hummed in surprise. “Well, it be rude to not introduce ourselves, no? Considering we’ll be the ones who will take down your type of people.” She scrunches the posters up in her hands before stuffing it into her trousers pocket, she then holds out her hands for the pair to shake. “I’m Y/n – Y/n L/n, and my mate is Daniel Ricciardo.” She awaits for them to shake her hand, but their pair just stays staring at. “Suppose you don’t shake a peasant hand,” she puts her hand down, “proves to show why we don’t respect you.” She spat out before shrugging her shoulders as she too mimicked the way their arms were crossed against their chest. “Do what you wish with our names, no doubt that little mole be telling that King sooner or later.”

“You’ve got quite the reputation.” Pierre couldn’t help but say.

“Reputation?” She tilts her head, smirk still playing at her lips, they thought it was painted on as not once have they ever seen it fall, except the small falter of it when neither of them shook her hand. “I have a reputation?”

“Yeah, the steal from the rich and give to the poor reputation.”

She lets out another airy laugh.

“I’m just doing what the King can’t do.” Y/n half-shrugs as she pulls her hood back on. “We aren’t lucky like you, Princey.” Her eyes shifts to just focus on Charles.

“It’s still not a word,” Pierre comments next to Charles.

“Still don’t care,” she rubbed her dirty hand down her face. “We don’t have people running us a bath and we don’t have someone baking my bread, but at least I know that I earned that bread; and my god do I deserve it.”

“They say you’re a common theft.”

“Can’t be common with that price over my head.” She teased, sniffling her nose slightly as she looked around before looking at Charles again, the one who was mainly speaking to her now.

She noticed how clean the pair looked and how well put together they were. They didn’t look as slim as she did as they were able to get the food they needed. Their hairs were slightly longer than she expected it to truly be, she thought their highly paid hairdressers would be there giving them a nicer cut, but instead they looked like two teens who were just experiencing different styles for their hair.

The thirteen-year-old girl looked at the two fourteen-year-olds curiously, examining every difference they had over her. They held themselves tall, but their eyes held a sense of disorientation in them, it was like they were a lost puppy, not knowing what to do or where to go.

“Do you think I’m a criminal?” She questioned. “It wouldn’t matter if you do. We’re not going be friends,” she rambles. “Just curious to know how you see u–”

“No.” Charles answered over her short rambling, and she stopped and looked over at them. “I don’t think you’re a criminal for trying to keep everyone alive.”

Y/n titled her head to the side.

“You don’t know what it’s like do you?” She asked quietly, and for once in their meeting she wasn’t carrying that smirk. “You really don’t know how bad it is, do you?”

They just shook their heads.

“It’s best you don’t,” she cleared her throat. “Don’t need to save anymore of you guys.”

Pierre raises a brow. “Who have you saved?”

“Eric and Lorenzo,” she purses her lips, “more times than I can count on one hand.”

“My younger brother, Arthur,” Charles begins, “he hasn’t been around here, has he?”

“Why? Scared we’ll do something?” She rolls her eyes. “I haven’t seen him, but I hear he’s with Wyatt and Lando a lot.”

“Who are they exactly?”

“Good kids that you won’t ever go near,” she narrows her eyes at them. “In fact, it be best if the pair of you leave Aramore and don’t come back. Tell those three that too. Stick to your little rich friends and the things you know, alright? And I’ll go home and tell my folks that I hit the jackpot, that I robbed the Prince and his knight in training.” She takes one more step closer to them. “If this was a story, I’ll die in the end. You know, with being wanted and all. They know enough and I’m surprised they haven’t caught me at least once yet.” Y/n shook her head as she walks past the pair. “Go back to your little castle.”

“Huh,” Pierre unfolds his arms. “She really don’t like us.”

Charles shakes his head, “but perhaps we can change her mind.” He states as he too puts his hood back on, Pierre copying before they walk out of the alleyway. Despite her leaving mere seconds before them, she was nowhere in sight when they exited the one-way alleyway.

“Get your Daily News right here!” A voice yelled as he held a stack of newspapers whilst the boy next to him waved one in the air, holding his cap out for change to fall into. “Get your Daily–”

Charles hits Pierre in the arm, nodding his head towards the two, what he presumes, are twelve-year-olds. They swiftly make their way towards them, standing in front of them as Charles places two coins into their cap.

“Bonjour,” Pierre greets with a smile as he takes down his hood, watching as the boys faces drop at the sight of his hood falling, their eyes then switch to Charles, who also pushed down his hood. “We’ll like a paper, s’il te plait.”

The boys looked between one another in confusion before they handed the dark-haired boy a paper.

“Not to be rude but what you doing here?” One of the British boys asked as the other elbowed his side.

“Lando!” He whispered loudly.

“Wyatt – they shouldn’t be here. What if Y/n and Daniel–”

Pierre and Charles looks at one another at the mention of the boys names. These must be the ones that Arthur sneaks out to hang out with.

“Oh,” Pierre smiles, “we’ve met that Robin Hood friend of yours. Robbed us and everything.”

Wyatt looks into his hat with a frown, “clearly not well enough.”

Charles tucks the paper under his left arm.

Lando carefully looks around to see if anyone else has noticed the Prince and his Knight in training with them, he then leans forwards slightly to speak with them quietly. “Aramore doesn’t like your family very much, your highness,” Lando quips.

“But our Robin Hood and Little John have always held the highest of hatred for those in Eynsworth and spits at the names of the Leclerc’s who has wrong us all,” Wyatt continued off from Lando.

“My father is a good man,” Charles tries to convince the boy, perhaps even try and convince himself, but the two Aramore boys just shakes their heads with laughter.

“Suppose she is right after all. All you rich folks are as stupid as it comes.” Charles and Pierre share a look.

“But you met her?” Lando speaks up again. “Like you actually met her?”

They both nod.

“And she didn’t knock either of you out?” He watched the pair freeze. “Oh,” Lando pauses, “I only asked because of how much she hates your – your type. But Y/n isn’t a bad person. Sure, she’s made mistakes – but she’s a good person.”

“Thought you be more careful with sharing other’s names like that.”

Wyatt shrugs at Charles’ pointed look. “Don’t need to when the whole city now knows it,” he nods his head to the newspaper under Charles’ arms. “It’s the headline today – Y/n L/n and Daniel Riccardo are the Robin Hood and Little John. The King doesn’t want this shared with the whole world yet though, perhaps that’s the smartest thing he’s ever asked.”

“So the mole has already told my father?”

Wyatt only shrugs.

“You two should really leave though,” Lando stutters out slightly. “Aramore won’t be safe for either of you and when night comes it will only become even more dangerous.”

“It is a full moon,” Wyatt smiles and now Lando elbows his side.

“Dude!”

“What?!”

“You saying that werewolves be out tonight?” Pierre laughs slightly. “Ah, werewolves don’t exist.”

Lando and Wyatt share a look.

“Just,” Lando starts again, “just return to your castle, your highnesses’.”

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(As long as anyone could remember, it has always been the Leclerc’s throning their land, but it is to be known that they aren’t all as bad as Raphaël and Anna, in fact, they are the only two that anyone could remember being so terrible. His father was a good man – a good King who died far too soon, and then there was Raphaël’s older brother, but no one can remember what happened to him, one moment he was there preparing to be King himself, and the next thing they heard was that he left and wouldn’t be returning and that Raphaël shall be King instead.

Many things crumbled when Raphaël become King, our Robin Hood was about two years old when life become worst, never seeing what life was like before, only knew them from the stories others would tell her, and those stories sketched the idea of revolution into her brain, one could argue that it’s always been in her blood and all she needed was a single lit match to guide her to see it.

So, for as long as she could remember, she always had a desire for revolution, to overthrow Raphaël Leclerc in any way possible and bring back the life that only her ears were ever blessed with hearing. Bring back the world where one shouldn’t be afraid that in a matter of a second they could be stabbed, or questioning if that snap of a twig was a person following them instead of an innocent deer, and even bring back the world where everyone isn’t just waiting for another war too happen.

She wants to bring back the world where others were seen more as equals, the world where the poor was being helped and weren’t clinging onto their last seconds of life, and the world where the rich weren’t so greedy and treacherous and kissed the ground for a man who usurped the crown.

Robin Hood was the people’s only hope. She robbed from the rich to feed the poor. She was beloved by all people from England, and by the age of twelve, she was known and loved in other countries. Robin and her best mate Little John – also known as Y/n L/n and Daniel Ricciardo – are found hidden in Aramore, one of England’s poorest town’s.

King Raphaël has heard rumours on this information, but it is yet to be confirmed to the rich if it she truly awaits in Aramore.

You know, there’s been a heap of legends and tall tales about our Robin Hood. All different too. Well, fellow readers, here is the true version).

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“This is the story of how I died.”                                                                                                  

“Y/n!” Daniel shoved the younger girl’s shoulder who was left chuckling at the frozen states of youngster’s with their mouths wide open.

“How can you be dead?” One questioned, tilting their head. “You look alive.”

“Because she is.” Daniel gave a short glare to his best friend before turning his head to beam at the kids. “She just messing with you,” he elbows her side. “Jokester this one.” The children looked between the two. “Now, Y/n, tell the real story.”

“Fine,” she rolls her eyes, “this one is more boring though – Once Upon A Time…”

(Y/n L/n and Daniel Ricciardo weren’t originally from Eynsworth, instead they were from a town called Neverland – which was a small island in the region of the Harsano Islands. They were both raised in an orphanage that was ran by some very cruel people. They all evacuated though when their country got overtaken by Raphaël.

They all escaped to England; Y/n was just nine).

The Orphanage – The Lost Boys – were a worldly known orphanage that many thought to be a good, well-run place, instead, for the children that lived there, it was like a game of survival. Y/n L/n and Daniel Ricciardo were always trouble, even back then, both being secretly taught how to survive by a woman who was only meant to teach them English, but instead she was their mentor for fighting, how to use a bow and arrow, and basic survival skills.

It happened away from eyes that would hurt them terribly if they ever discovered the truth, whether that was children that will tell on them or if it was Peter Pan and Cruella De Vil themselves catching sight of this little self-made club.

Growing up, they were taught on how to be everything wrong – in the eyes of the owners it was everything right – with being raised with the wrong thoughts of the poor and how they should be mistreated, that creatures out there should be killed, and even the fact that if one isn’t hurt then they will never learn.

Children shouldn’t have parents, and they shouldn’t grow up either.

They shouldn’t know how to survive in the real world, and they shouldn’t be able to protect themselves.

Y/n was told she was wrong in the way she thought, that children have a mind of their own, and that they will all grow up and leave Pan and Cruella here in this huge building alone – Pan didn’t like what the six-year-old was telling him, not one bit, so in front of everyone’s eyes, he bashed a rock into the side of her head until she fell unconscious, only waking up at the feeling of a cold flannel being pressed against her head by Daniel and their mentor – Tania – checking her over.

She still carries that scar on the top of her head.

She was six years old when Peter Pan and Cruella De Vil saw her as their main target to hurt, Y/n didn’t mind though, as long as the other children were left unharmed, then she’ll carry as many scars that will tell her tale.

“My mother wasn’t a good person,” Y/n mentioned one day in her training, when she was just seven years old, Tania raised her brows in surprise that Y/n knew this, she wasn’t meant to know but here she was talking about it, “She – it was mentioned in my file.”

“You read your file?”

She nods. “I just wanted to know more about…I just wanted to find out–”

“No,” Tania shook her head. “You shouldn’t have looked at that.”

“I didn’t think it be bad,” Y/n frowned, looking down at her feet as she kicked a piece of gravel from the ground away. “Why did you agree to do this after what my – what she did? I could be the same, you know.”

“You aren’t,” Tania was quick to mention. “You aren’t the same and you never will be. Your mother was a bad person, I know this to be true. I know this as she was the one who slit my daughter’s throat. But if I’d seen even an ember of that cruelty in you I never would’ve agreed to mentor you,” Tania took a step forwards, rubbing a gentle thumb across Y/n’s cheek before holding her hands in a motherly hold. “She may have given birth to you, but she doesn’t get to decide who you become – you do that.”

“Was my father a better person at least.”

“He was one of the greatest men I have ever met, he just, he fell for the wrong person and death caught up with him sooner than we would have liked.” Tania squeezes the youngster’s hand. “He would have loved you and would been so proud of you.”

“Maybe not,” Y/n shrugs, “maybe not because if he was still alive then I wouldn’t be here, I would be living with him and I would be a different person.”

Y/n was still seven years old when there was news that Cruella’s new fur-coat belonged to the creature that she yells to all on how she believes they’re all bad, and all should be skinned alive, she never was quiet on her hatred for werewolves. It was still the same day when a friend of hers questioned her opinion on werewolves – Wyatt Poitier.

“Are they bad?” The girl shoots them a confused look. “Werewolves? Are they bad? Cruella says they are – says they deserve nothing but painful death. She always said that when she finds one, she will kill it, and wear it as a fur coat.”

Y/n doesn’t think they are. Not all at least. She knows a few, all nice and all just scared humans who have extreme attributes that the average human do not carry, and perhaps their even more terrified of themselves than others are of them, because each time the moon is full they must go through the painful transition that causes others to call them a monster.

However, she was never clueless on the horrifying one that lived over in England.

Her werewolves’ friends never asked to be who they are though, they never asked to be something people find only in their nightmares. Where once someone discovers that secret, most will treat them differently, will want their death to full upon them, and some will begin to silently judge them before a simple hello is ever spilled again.  

“No,” she shakes her head. “I don’t think they are. They’re just people who also happen to be wolves. Some are good. Some are bad. Just like people.”

“Pan agrees with Cruella.”

“Well,” Y/n sits up, and leans her back against her headboard of her bed. “They would say that when they’re just the same as the bad wolves.”

The two days before they evacuated to England, Y/n and Daniel’s mentor was found dead, the news the next day insisted she died from the fire of the orphanage burning from the children – but Y/n knew it couldn’t be right as she knew no one was left in the building when she lit the match to start the amber glow.

Y/n carried the belief that it was Pan, Cruella, and the King – who was seen in Neverland earlier that week.

Y/n was just nine when she escaped to England, and she was still only nine when she become the Robin Hood who had revolution fogging up her brain.

 “And just at that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes, and pleaded, ‘oh, please dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell.’” Y/n spoke to the kids as she told them a story she had memorised in her brain due to the amount of times the children of the orphanage read it to one another. “And–”

There was a sharp three knocks that echoed throughout the small, stoned room, all the kids that sat cross-legged on the ground whipped their heads round to look at the door, whilst only Daniel and Y/n had to lift their heads up a little. They all await for the handle of the door to be pulled down, but yet, it never does, not until Daniel calls out a “come in,” did the handle move and the door was pushed open ever so slightly, enough for young Wyatt to nervously poke his head in as he looked at the duo.

“Er,” he looked over his shoulder at something, “you two won’t like this but,” he looks at them again, “there’s a visitor for you,” he mutters before moving away and slamming the door shut.

The pair moved away from the self-crafted beanbags as they moved towards the door, ignoring the pleads from the children as they asked them to come back and finish the story. Daniel was quick to reassure them that they be back after they see who was outside. Slowly, the children moved from the floor and went off to play with some of the toys in the room.

The two slowly moved out of the door, but a hand was quick to land on Daniel’s chest as they tried to push him back into the room before he could even close the door behind him.

“Wyatt what are you-”

“Change of plans, they only want to see Y/n right now.” Wyatt whispers as he pushes Daniel back into the room whilst Wyatt followed closely behind, closing the door as he goes, leaving Y/n outside, hands on her hips as she squinted to try and find this visitor.

“This is ridiculous where is,” her eyes fall on a slightly taller figure standing in front of her, her face scrunches up in disgust. “What are you doing back here?”

The figure removes his hood.

“I’ll keep my hood up if I were you, don’t want anyone to pass by and see who you are.” She utters as she takes a look around to see if anyone was close by whilst he pulls his hood back over his head. “I thought I told you earlier that you should return back to your castle. And where’s that friend of yours? Not out here is he? Better not be causing any trou– ”

Charles rolls his eyes. “He’s with the horses.” His fingers nervously reach to the side of his cloak, running up and down the steam of it as he looked at the girl in front. “I wanted to come back and apologise.” Y/n raised a brow. “Look, I just think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“Well, I think we did too.”

“Okay–”

“But I appreciate your apology.”

“Apology?” Charles breathlessly laughs before scrunching his face up. “Who said anything about an apology? I was just saying–”

“Please don’t talk anymore, okay?” She crosses her arms over her chest as she turns to look away from him. “It’s only going to upset me.”

“Well you have already me upset so–”

“Is this about robbing you?” She turns to look at him, hands dropping to her side before raising her right hand to gesture towards him. “Come on, like that’s going to hurt your bank account.”

Charles chose to ignore this as he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, he held it out for Y/n to take.

“So you wouldn’t shake my hand, but you’ll happily hand me things?”

“Your really annoying, has anyone ever told you that?”

She pinches the other side of the envelope, leaving it to dangle down as she held it from a corner. “What is this?”

“Real mature–”

“Hey if you didn’t want to shake my hand, then I don’t even want to touch you.” She eyes the golden colour of it, it almost matching her reward posters. There was no cursive writing addressing to who it was for, but it did have the blue royal stamp sealing it shut. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at it, but she should have guessed it was an envelope from the Leclerc’s due to it being handed to her by one.  

As she ignores the colour of the envelope, she notices, without much surprise, that it was made of high-quality paper with a slightly rough feel to it – it wasn’t like the recycled stuff with bits in it like the people of Aramore use. It was just thick and heavy like letters from hundred of years ago.

Well, it be no shock if they were still using material for letters that they once did many times ago, the rich liked the traditional, they weren’t ones for big changes, so it should come to no shock that their paper felt like a rich metal, or that they weren’t even with the times and recycling their paper.

“I wanted to give you one,” Charles shrugs. “I thought it be a nice thing to do and–”

“This isn’t going to be the leading cause to my death is it?”

His eyes widen, “I hope not.” He responds in French, watching as Y/n’s face scrunches up from not understanding a word he just said. “Oh,” he frowns slightly, “I said I hope not.”

She clicks her tongue at the root of her mouth as she continues to eye the envelope and the boy in front. “Can you go now?” She questions, and before she could even watch if he does leave this time or not, she was already heading back inside to the small room she once was in, coming face-to-face with an annoyed Daniel and a Wyatt wouldn’t stop shifting on his feet.

“What’s that?” Daniel points to the thing that was still pinched in between Y/n’s thumb and forefinger.

“Poison,” she mutters, still eyeing it up in disgust.

“O-Oh, Y/n,” Wyatt stutters, “You must go,” The duo’s brows knitted together at Wyatt’s wording as they watched his eyes lit up at the sighting of what she was pinching. “You must! It be an amazing opportunity for you and, oh, Y/n, you can’t run forever; he’ll find you one day,” Wyatt warned. “Just go and have some fun and do what you do best; steal.”

“Who says I’m running?” Y/n lets out a scoff, which was slightly merged into an airy laugh too, “I’ve been here for the last five years, and if he ever gets the courage to come for me, I’ll still be right here.”

She understood that Wyatt must have figured out that this was from the royals, and by he, he must mean the King, and perhaps Wyatt thought this was a letter personally from the King, and maybe he believed this letter was going to mend everything.

But it wasn’t – that only happens in fairytales.

“But Y/n–”

Her finger slides underneath the lip of the envelope, tearing it open. She watches how the royal blue stamp that had a golden rose engraved onto it and is then surrounded with an aureate circular frame, splits into a near perfect half.

She tugs the folded black card out; she then holds it in one hand whilst the other crushes the envelope into a ball.

With her other hand, her thumb slips up from the bottom of the card, pressing down on the lined spine to open it up. Swiftly falling down like snow on a winter’s morning came two glistening silver and black tickets. The silver glitter littered across it shimmered like those elegant mirror balls found hanging from those darkened ceilings, producing thousands of different circular lights around the room.

She ignores them, but Daniel doesn’t as he bends down to collect them, eyes widening just like his friend’s as they read the same word, however one read it from the tickets, and the other read from the letter itself.

 You’re invited to The Royal Leclerc’s Masquerade Ball.

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“I don’t like how he looks at you.” Spider-Man folded his arms. “Are you jealous?” She teased. “No, I am not.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Or-” She hurriedly asks in a whisper, not wanting others to overhear their conversation. “Too...much...” “What’s too much?” “Sound...senses-” “You need a distraction.” Y/n mutters, handing him a pen and sliding her sleeve arm to present him the skin of her arm. “Here, draw on me...it will calm you down, I promise. And if it continues being too much I’ll take you somewhere quiet, okay?”

Y/n sighed as he slid into the booth that his friends occupied. “If it isn’t my favourite person,” he smirked, stealing one of her pens from her apron pocket and twirling it in his hand. “If it isn’t my biggest annoyance,” she drawled, snatching the pen back and attempting to ignore him. “As long as I’m yours, I can live with that.” She scowled in response, her frown deepening whilst his smile grew.

“I don’t appreciate that your face is now the first thing I have to see in the mornings.” Y/n mutters as she writes Charles, and his friends orders down. “I don’t understand,” he smirks, “I think I would be very aware if I woke up in your bed every morning, mon amour.” “No, you twat, your thousand-worth-billboard is right outside my window.” The colour in his cheeks deepen. “I’m sorry – I can ask them to take it down and–” “It’s fine.” She interrupts. “It be down in a week, nothing round my area stays for long, except me – I’ll always be there as I’ll never be able to get away.” “Unless you marry a billionaire.” Joris cheekily says, sending a wink in Charles’ direction. “I’m not marrying someone for money.” “That’s–” Lorenzo looks between Joris and Y/n as he tries to correct the situation after seeing the flash of embarrassment in his eyes. “That’s not what Joris meant.” She pressed her lips tighter together. “I’ll send your orders through now.” She turns away, missing the scrunched-up napkin hitting Joris’ forehead from an annoyed Charles.

That was the difference between him and her. He may wear the colours that are seen as he swings through the city, but she wears the mystery of the city. She would usually be seen dressed in all black, sometimes the chains on her boots would rattle if she wants to be seen, but sometimes she walks as quiet and deadly as a mouse. A cloak would be covering her with the hood up, and when the light hits just right you would see the devils smirk and eyes that would see through to your soul, and surrounding it would usually be a thick layer of coloured paint that goes across her eyes and top of her nose, hiding her identity even further. And when the paint wasn’t across her face then a black eye mask would be seen instead.

“Okay, princess, what now?” Charles teases. “I’ll be punching you in your stupid pretty face in a minute.” “Ah, you think I’m pretty?”

“Did you – did you run here?” Charles croaks, staring at her with wide, watery eyes.” “Yeah, but that doesn’t matter, what does matter is if you’re oka-” “That’s a long run,” Charles mutters before leaning towards Y/n to fall into her open arms. “Thank you.”

“You thought I didn’t care about you?” Daniel falls quiet, his smile was now gone – he was no longer putting up his façade, and he just shakes his head. She’s his best friend, but that never meant he was hers, that didn’t mean she had to care for him, that didn’t mean they were actually friends. Daniel would take a bullet for her, he know this, but despite him doing that, he doesn’t think it would cross Y/n mind for a moment to take one for him. “No,” he mutters, afraid of what that one word would do to them now, they were already standing with so much distance between them, and he knew that was just going to grow bigger, it’s going to grow until he can barely touch her, until she falls out of his grasp, until she disappears from him. “I just – I don’t feel like I’m much to you?” Y/n’s face fell even more, along with her heart, because her best friend – her Daniel – felt like she didn’t care for him? Does he not realise that if he was afraid of the dark, then she would steal the stars for him just to hang them in his bedroom so he could find some beauty within those fears.

Charles and his brothers often found themselves sitting on the bleachers whenever Y/n’s football team was playing, and Charles usually had to watch a few guys smirk and wink at Y/n. She then looks up and waves, Charles lifts his hand up in a half-wave before dropping it when he realises she wasn’t waving at him, she was never waving at him, she was waving at her the few people she cares most for. And that wasn’t him.

“What the fuck could Charles possibly be good at?” “Well he’s–” “I’m very good with my hands,” he flirted, “very good.”

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And there Charles was, wearing Y/n’s jersey. Y/n’s number – Charles’ favourite number – and her surname marking him as only hers. And for some childish reason she hopes the paparazzi capture some good shots of this moment, not just for her to look and admire over and over again, but for the world just to know who Charles Leclerc’s heart belongs to – who it has always belong to – and maybe, just maybe they would stop doubting them.

Charles barely knew Y/n, the person walking towards him, but there was something about her that was eerily familiar to him, she silently handed him a book – The Princess Bride – before disappearing into the crowd of people who began to fill the hallways, signalling that many meetings have just ended. He flicked through the pages and noticed his handwriting accompanied with someone else’s. It was very familiar, like he’s seen it a million times before, like he once admired it. Charles doesn’t remember admiring anyone’s handwriting before though.

Y/n glanced at the clock over on the side wall, it’s been nearly an hour since they arrived at this pub and she’s itching to go home, it didn’t feel right being in a group of familiar faces that doesn’t remember her. Unlike her best friend, Daniel, who has talked and converse in a various of conversations, Y/n hasn’t uttered a single word since being here. She wraps her fingers around her pint glass before raising the drink to her lips. “Y/n, right?” The new girl says as she looks over at Y/n, smiling. If it was her choice, she wouldn’t have given out her real name, instead give them a fake, so if they remembered her at any time she would know because they would call her by her actual name. However, Daniel panicked and told the entire group both of their real names. Y/n nods. “What do you do?” The L/n blinks. “What do I do?” “Yeah,” Charles pipes in as he pulls his girlfriend closer to him. “What do you do?” “Oh,” Y/n glances at Daniel before looking back at the pair, the group has fallen quiet, and all of their eyes were on her. “I, er, I write.” “Such as?” “I don’t know…music, stories, stuff I guess.” She shrugs. “What about a job.” “I work at a restaurant…have done since I was sixteen.” “I suppose you enjoy it then if you’ve been there for so long?” Y/n nods as she offers her a half shrug. “Working in a restaurant won’t make you rich though.” The girl under Charles’s arms speaks up and Y/n raises a brow as she watches Daniel try to stifle his laugh. “Who said I wanted to be rich?”

He didn’t want to say anything. And it wasn’t his place to ask. But he wished she hadn’t stepped onto the train. He wished she stayed. He wished she stayed. He wished she stayed.

“Y/n can’t come to the phone–” Charles hangs up again. He didn’t listen to the voicemail for what felt like the hundredth time, he didn’t listen to the voicemail Oakley made for Y/n again as his worry grew within him. Confusion makes his eyebrows scrunch, as he looks at the time again. 8:00pm, Y/n said she finished work at five and would be home at six for dinner, and if something came up she would let him know. It was now eight in the evening, and Charles felt a cold chill run through him – something is wrong.

Daniel loved her unconditionally. He loved her in the way every brother should love a sister. Maybe that was the issue because no matter what the situation was Y/n was always there for him…but now, she wasn’t there. So now he sat alone in a new place, with no one remembering him and all he could wish for was for Y/n…he just wanted Y/n to come back and he would do anything for her to come back, but even if she did come back she wouldn’t remember him.

“Could it be so hard?” Charles sighs, leaning back in the passenger seat of the car. Y/n didn’t know whether it was the alcohol speaking or if it was really him starting this conversation of something serious. Y/n looks over at him, biting her lip as she watches him looking out the window with a miserable look. His eyes didn’t hold that spark it usually would and he wasn’t wearing the smile that could light up a thousand looks. Instead he looked as if someone killed his dog, and that was something Y/n never wanted him to feel. “Could what be so hard?” “To love me,” he utters, looking over at her with those dark eyes of his. “Could it be so hard to fall in love with me?” He asks. It falls silent, just them both staring at the other waiting for the other to speak. “You’re drunk-” “What if I told you I have been in love with you since we were kids?” He whispers, looking away from her and back out the window, resting his forehead against the coolness of it as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Could it be so hard to love me?” Y/n leans forward to start the car, turning the key and pressing the start button with a sigh before gripping the steering wheel, letting out the smallest of whispers as she presses down on the pedal to move. “Maybe.”

"Do you think she ever loved me?" He asked quietly, sniffling slightly. "Yes," Oakley says, "she loved you so much." Oakley didn't know what else to say to Charles, he never seen him like this...he's never seen Charles so vulnerable before. Charles and Y/n love each other, everyone knows that. "Then why would she do this to me?" And there it was. The penny drop. Despite the love that was between them, his older sister ended up breaking up with Charles. He knew why, of course, but he couldn't tell Charles the truth, not after seeing how much it affected his sister. Y/n locked herself away in fear, pushing everyone including Oakley away. If she was so scared, then maybe it be best if Charles didn't know the truth. So all Oakley said was:  "She loved you," he pauses, "she just...she just..." but Oakley couldn’t lie fully to Charles. "I think she's just scared."

“If I die-” “No.” He interrupted. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to suggest that like it’s nothing.” “I’m not-” “No.” He stared at her for a few moments, seemingly searching her face for something. “I’m not finished loving you. We’re not finished.”

Y/n holds his cheeks between her hands, and she presses her forehead against his, they both closed their eyes in sensation, both breathing in the feeling of the caring touch that emitted from the pair of them. “You, Charles Leclerc, deserves everything,” she whispers, only loud enough for the both of them to hear. “Hell, you deserve more than the universe.” She could feel Charles shake his head. “But I don’t deserve you, Y/n.” Her lips tug up as she lets out a tiny sigh. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” she admits. “Then you’ll know that you deserve this universe and the next.”

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Idk if I'm doing this right but can you write something with Jess Mariano just being really cute and soft? Submissive isn't the right word but just how you'd think he'd be when he's really comfortable with someone and they're playing with his hair or something.

My Soft Boy

Summary: In which Jess only likes Y/n playing with his hair.

A/N: Okay so I did this as a headcanon instead! I hope you don't mind!

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It should be known that Jess hates anyone touching his hair

Like no one but him can touch that hair of his

He styles it to perfection

But somewhere down the line, you came along

And it made him rethink it all

Apparently you had been working at Luke's Diner for a long time, and Jess has been surprised he hasn't seen you around in the few weeks he has been there

But then he finds out that you were on holiday

First time he had thoughts about you playing with his hair was before the two of you got together

It was a boring day at the diner

A Tuesday

Hardly any customers

And the two of you (now quite good friends) were playing cards, sat on either side of the counter

And there was a moment where Jess just focuses on your hands

Watching as your fingers fiddle with your own hair

And it brought a weird sensation to Jess and gave him that sudden craving of wanting your hand in his hair

He knew that you knew about his hatred for people touching his hair when you saw one of his dates/hook-ups try touching his hair and him telling her to "get off."

She stormed out the diner and he stormed off upstairs

Stating that he needed to wash his hair now

He came back down with wet hair in his face to continue his shift

And very cautiously you moved to stand in front of him to move a few strands of hair out from his eyes

He didn't tell you to 'get off' like you thought he would

Instead a soft smile appeared on his face and eyes fluttered as the smallest of touches

A few weeks after that, Jess found you reading a book under a tree

He came over to you - completely tired from school (he actually attended because of knowing you would be there)

And without any words he just sat down next to you

And laid his head down on your lap

Guided one of your hands away from your book to his hair

Closed his eyes

And smiled softly when he felt your hand very softly playing with his hair

He never fell asleep so quickly - and he never felt so calm before either with your hand in his hair

He was just falling in love with his best friend - and he knew after today he would have to tell you his feelings

(Especially if he wanted you to continue playing with his hair)

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Mirrorball (Blueathens Version)

Summary: Even Jess didn’t think this was possible, usually other people’s happiness made him feel sick, but here he was with a stupid grin plastered across his face and a comforting feeling bubbled in his stomach as he admires the smile on her lightly pinkish lips.

Song: Mirrorball by Taylor Swift Quote: “We can go wherever you want to go.”

A/N: Not proofread.

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Luke didn’t believe in magic, he thought it was all a make-belief idea just to make children excited about things like fairies and witches.

But if Luke could, he would take back everything he once said bad about magic as he watched his nephew laugh – actually laugh.

Jess Mariano was laughing, and Luke didn’t think it was possible for Jess to even give a slight turn of his lips, but here he was actually laughing. Luke has never seen anyone laugh as hard before, but here his nephew was, laughing with Rory’s younger twin, and Luke could swear this was a miracle.

This was in fact magic.

But Luke didn’t know why he was surprised, everyone loves Y/n, there was something about her that when she was near it would bring instant happiness to everyone around, she just had this armoured glow that surrounded her – but Luke never thought it would have an effect on Jess, he personally thought that Jess had this some form of curse upon him where he wouldn’t let himself be happy.

But he was laughing – really laughing.

“Is Jess smiling?” Ceaser questioned as he walked out from kitchen, standing next to his boss, as he, along with everyone else in the diner, secretly watched the two young teens laugh at whatever nonsense fell from the their lips.

“Shh,” Luke aggressively says, not once moving his eyes away from the pair. “I don’t want anything to ruin this.”

“But Jess is smiling,” Ceaser points out. “Laughing actually.”

“I’m aware.” Luke said as he tried to make it seem like he was writing something in his notepad instead of stealing glances at the two teenagers that sat at the furthest table. If it was any other day, Luke would be hitting Jess with the tea towel that hang over his shoulder and tell him to get back to work, but even Luke didn’t feel like he has the power to even go over there after seeing how happy his nephew is.

Jess had already been here for two weeks now, but Y/n wasn’t around when he arrived, she was off in a different city with a friend, and the two had only met the other day when Jess started his shift for the day, not noticing that there was a third Gilmore until she got up and begged him for another coffee; it was her sixth cup.

Luke told Jess that she’s going to drop down dead if she has another coffee and if by some form of miracle – if by magic – Jess convinced the youngest Gilmore to have a different drink instead. Luke didn’t know how it happened, but he noticed an unfamiliar soft smile on his nephews face as he looked at Y/n.

They talked throughout his shift, and then they both disappeared afterwards, apparently they sat on the bridge and just talked.

That’s what Miss Patty saw.

Everyone didn’t think it was possible for the troubled teen to speak so many words or even be able to express a single smile but seeing him with the Y/n once again today, smiling and laughing, they believed anything was possible.

“They’re both happy,” Rory whispers as she carefully looks over her shoulder. “Did you ever think it was possible for two people to be this happy?”

Her mother shook her head as she too watched her daughter with the boy she wasn’t totally happy with, but even she wasn’t going to ruin this as she too has never seen such a huge grin on Y/n’s face either.

“Perhaps,” Lorelai lifts her coffee to her lips, taking a sip, “perhaps Jess isn’t the worst.” She says as her eyes didn’t leave her laughing daughter’s face.

Even Jess didn’t think this was possible, usually other people’s happiness made him feel sick, but here he was with a stupid grin plastered across his face and a comforting feeling bubbled in his stomach as he admires the smile on her lightly pinkish lips.

Jess had never felt so safe before but being here with her as she tosses her head back, laughing, made Jess feel like the safest man on this planet. Jess never thought he was this funny, but here she was laughing at some follow-up joke he made to one of hers, but Jess also thought no human could possibly have this good of a humour, but just like everything else she’s proving him very wrong.

She was practically shimmering in front of him, glistening like a thousand little fairy lights as she lights up every bit of darkness within him.

Jess never thought he had any of these good sides before, not until meeting her. He didn’t think he could ever feel this happy, but she was showing him a sight of himself that he has never seen before.

“You know,” Jess states as their laughter dies down, “you’re kind of like a mirror.”

Y/n has heard this term before from other people. Most would relate her to a mirror as she would reflect back emotions, body languages, tones of a person’s voice, and has even mimicked personalities before.

She decided this wasn’t a good thing.

“Oh,” she purses her lips in thought. “I just,” she lets out a small sigh, “I guess I have this thing where I copy the energy of my environment.” She was nervous now, picking at her the broken strings of wool of her sweater.

Jess was beginning to get nervous too at the sight of her, in fact he was a bit scared that he just ruined a good thing going – I ruin a lot of things, he thought, and I just had to go and ruin this.

Jess imagined this was her shattering moment after being happy for so long, he knew it was too good to be true for someone to remain that happy, and Jess quickly understood maybe this ‘mirror act’ was a façade to cover up all the pain she may have gathered throughout her life, and the only why she can be happy is whilst she’s making other people happy.

She wasn’t able to reflect the energy within the diner any longer, nor was she able to mimic Jess’ emotions, instead he was mimicking hers, he was feeling every emotion she was feeling in this exact moment, and Jess didn’t like feeling this way if it was the same way she felt.

He wanted her to be happy.

Jess took a quick look around the diner, everyone was happy, they weren’t like the two frightened teens on this table.

Jess watched as Y/n let out another sigh before offering him a smile. Was that it? He thought. Was that the small amount of suffering she allowed people to see? That scared Jess even more as the thought of her suffering in a much greater deal behind doors without anyone to bring her back to the surface… that scared Jess to think that a happy person like Y/n could suffer so much.

The smile he gave him was forced though, Jess knew that for sure, it was a strained and tired smile. Like all of her social butterfly has simply just died right there and then. That she would much rather be alone right now than surrounded by the many people in this diner.

“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” Jess offered and Y/n was quick to shake her head.

“I’m good,” she taps her fingers anxiously on the table, but quickly puts a stop to it when she notices Jess’ eyes lingering on her movements.

“We can go back to the lake?” He offered again but just like the last offer she shook her head; again.

“I’m good,” she reassures, but her smile still doesn’t meet her eyes.

“Okay,” he whispers as he stretches his arm to rest at the back of her chair, he learns forwards, closer to her like was about to tell her a secret and didn’t want anyone else to hear, and if he was being honest he was and he knew what this town was like. “But you don’t have to act around me.”

“What if that’s all I know?”

“Then we’ll just have to learn together on how to be better,” Jess simply says, “and you’re the only person I like in this town, maybe even in the entire world.”

“Maybe?” She teased and her smile finally reached her eyes.

Jess smiles, a real, genuine smile, “I know you’re my favourite person.” Very carefully, very hesitantly Y/n rested her head against Jess’ shoulder. “Ever.” And he softly rested his head on top of hers and he watched as his fingers itched towards hers, and very slowly he allowed his fingers to brush against hers on the table, before laying his hand on top of hers before sliding his fingers in-between hers.

They smile at the shared contact between each other.

“I’m pretty certain you’re my favourite person too,” whispers Y/n and a small blush went across Jess’ cheeks, and he thought no one would be able to see it at there were all in their own conversations, but his uncle noticed, and the corner of his lips tugged up at the idea that his nephew was happy.

“I think I’m pretty stupid sometimes,” confesses Y/n quietly, “I think I try too much, try to make everyone see me and see happiness. I try to make everyone happy around me whilst I would much rather be at home crying.” Y/n stares at their hands and hums softly when she feels Jess squeezing her hand, letting her know it’s okay to talk to him, he wasn’t going to judge her.

“I just want people to look at me and see happiness,” her voice cracks, “but it’s tiring pretending all the time.”

“I know,” Jess says, “we don’t got to pretend around each other though, I got you now, and I just want you to be okay.”

“What if I can’t actually be okay?”

“You will,” he says, and he knows it as he never felt okay until he was put in her presence. “You just got to give yourself time.”

“But I want to make people happy.”

“You still can, you just got to make sure your making yourself actually happy too.”

It was quiet between the pair as she took in his words.

“I think you read too much,” she giggles, and Jess softly shakes his head as a quiet chuckle left his lips.

“You think?” He feels her nod. “Maybe you should try reading more.”

“Okay,” with her other hand she moves to make it fiddle with the hem of his long-sleeved shirt. “Do you think we can go somewhere else?”

Jess squeezes her hand once more, “we can go wherever you want to go.”

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Remember: I will be writing other fics along with these so just be patient with both, and some songs will take longer than other’s because of inspiration, so any help is much appreciated too. You can also suggest other people, but the ones above doesn’t mean I will add them to my general masterlist, they are just ones I’ll write for these songs.

Attention: All stories that I write is purely fanfiction and when I write about real people it is once again purely fiction. I don’t know them in real life and all my ideas are my own. Also please don’t steal my work. Thank you.

Warning: Don’t steal my work thank you! Also all summaries are subject to change :)

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Lavender Haze - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ For a relationship that is heavily in the limelight, the pair of them had to regularly dodge many rumours about their relationship, but for them they just want to hide from the world and live in their own world that only contains them.

Maroon - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ In which their relationship went from a loving, passionate flame to that flame being the cause of their relationship blowing up.

Anti-Hero - (Peter Parker) ↬ His lover wasn’t seen as a hero, nor was she seen a villain. Peter was a hero and the Green Goblin was a villain. For Y/n, she didn’t know where she stood and being so lost in a world full of good and bad made her fall into the rabbit hole of badness - not in the ‘destroy the world,’ way, but in the struggles of herself. And she begins to worry if those so called problems is going to give her the name of a ‘monster.’

Snow On The Beach - (Rúben Dias) ↬ It’s been a few dates and the couple is discovering how falling in love at the same time is truly a weird but beautiful thing.

You’re On Your Own, Kid - (Pope Heyward) ↬ Y/n and Pope has never had anyone, not really anyways. He was working towards his scholarship when he was younger, and now, a few years later, Y/n found a love for music and wrote about a boy who she thought could never love her back. But after those years, after she made a name for herself, she saw him, the boy who never had anyone like her, in the crowd of one of her performances.

Midnight Rain - (Steve Harrington) ↬ Y/n always wanted to get out of Hawkins, and she eventually did, even if that meant leaving Steve behind after he told he wanted the opposite for her. She wanted to be something more and he wanted his dream of a family. Maybe when she returns, they’ll be ready to do the dream he created for the pair of them, but right now she got to get out the the place that made her feel trapped.

Question…? - (Jude Bellingham) ↬ Y/n has questions for Jude after he gave her a kiss in front of the entire stadium. More importantly though, Y/n imaginary built a life whilst her curiosity remained in reality asking the questions of, “what about your lover?”

Vigilante Shit - (Sarah Cameron) ↬ The one where Y/n performs her new hit song about her telling the man - she has feud with - wife about everything he has done, and successfully she destroys his life. (Slight AU?)

Bejeweled - (Pierre Gasly, ft Lando Norris) ↬ In which Y/n realises she’s worth more than being another warm body to warm her lover with. (+ I Was All Over Her by Salvia Palth)

Labyrinth - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ The one where Daniel shows Y/n that love isn’t actually as scary as she always thought it was.

Karma - (Pedri González) ↬ The one where Y/n quietly tells her boyfriend that everything in her life is going so well. However, she knows that soon it will all come crumbling down, like it always does.

Sweet Nothings - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Despite the chaotic limelight the couple are in, they are lucky enough to find comfort and peace within one another behind the closed doors.

Mastermind - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ Y/n admits to her husband how she was the one that swapped their name cards around so they could sit next to one another at the dinner between a mutual friend’s wedding. She tells him it was never accidental - but he knew.

The Great War - (John Stones) ↬ Y/n thought that this argument was the thing that was going to end their entire relationship due to past experiences, but her partner was quick to reassure her that these things were healthy and he was not going to go anywhere.

Paris - (Rúben Dias) ↬ For Rúben and Y/n, the only thing they see right now is each other, stumbling through the streets of Paris, pushing and pulling one another to passing walls to find peace within each other’s lips and home in their touches.

High Infidelity - (Charles Leclerc ft John Stones) ↬ Where the so called ‘perfect marriage’ doesn’t seem so perfect behind closed doors. No one knows about the neglected wife falling for another man, and no one is aware of the husband’s lack of love for his wife.

Glitch - (Ben White) ↬ Everyone Y/n is close to (along with herself) are surprised that she has been able to find a man to actually love and stay in a stable relationship with.

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - (John Stones) ↬ Y/n sits by herself in her room, writing a song about a relationship she regrets with a man who was a few years older than her. (Links with Dear John).

Dear Reader - (Jude Bellingham) ↬ Where Y/n is secretly falling apart and reminds the limelight that she is human too and she will make mistakes here and there - even in her relationship there been mistakes that he has forgiven her for despite her breaking down and stating he’s too good for her.

You’re Losing Me - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ In which his lack of care for their relationship is slowly making him lose her.

Hits Different - (Pedri González) ↬

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Kiss Me

Summary: The TikTok Trend where Ben’s girlfriend keeps on wiping away his kisses.

Song: Love Theme by Ennio Morricone Quote: “Shut up, I know you love my kisses.”

A/N: This is very short so I do apologise - also everyone doing the Insta AU’s are making me want to do them but I know I be terrible at it, so I’ll leave it to the pros <33

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Ben sighed as he dropped his training bag by the entrance of the front door, slipping his shoes off and scratching Oscar behind his ears he made his way towards the living room where he knew his girlfriend was, watching Criminal Minds once again.

“Hey gorgeous,” he utters, voice tired as he climbs on top of his girlfriend, leaning an elbow on the cushion next to her and a hand on the cushion behind her, he leaned down to give her lips a soft kiss, and he would smile if he didn’t see her wipe her lips with the back of her hand.

“Hello, my love, good training session?”

Ben gave a quick shake to his head and blinked.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

He leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips once again, only to gasp in shock when he watches her wipe it away again.

“That!” He kissed her again and once again she wiped it away. “Are my kisses not good enough for you or something?” He kissed her again, and she wipes it off. “Baby, stop, please!” He laughs breathlessly.

“I’m not doing anything!” Y/n announces, eyes widening playfully as she looks up at him, but even by the looks of her eyes he knew she was messing with him from the softness of her eyes when she admires him.

He bites the inside of his cheek before leaning down to kiss quick kisses against her jaw then to her lips, he pulled away in stratification, but it was soon taken away from him when he watches her hands rub her jaw and lips to wipe the love he had just given her.

“You really are a pain in my arse aren’t you?” Ben asks, playfully rolling his eyes before smirking. He takes her before her hands, intertwining his fingers with them before pinning them above her head, and then leaned down to attack her face with kisses everywhere – even making sure to leave wet kisses to her cheek, but neither one cared as both of them were to busy laughing as she squirmed beneath him.

“Stop attacking me so much!”

“Shut up, I know you love my kisses.”

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Before I Fall - Masterlist

OC x Dylan O’Brien AU - Bodyguard/Secret Agent x Prince Four x Dylan O’Brien 

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synopsis ⇢ The people who knew of Four existent didn’t know much except from these two things: 

1) Four’s a woman.

2) Four died at the hands of Xavier Boudreaux, a sociopath who happily pushed a chained and beaten up Four to a chair and pushed her off the bridge and into the sea below them, where she drowned. 

Except Four didn’t die, she escaped, and now she lives in an isolated cabin located within the mountains, where she’s been living low for nearly four years. Now at the age of twenty-two, her boss and partner finds her and asks for her help with a new mission of keeping two people of importance safe, and they requested for the best, and Four simply was the best that they were looking for.

main genres ⇢ bodyguard/secret agent x prince, strangers to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine,

↳ fluff, angst and smut are all included into this series 

warning ⇢  explicit content, graphic violence, gore, mature themes, strong language, death, mental health and injuries, alcohol/drugs/smoking, 

↳ please refrain if you are sensitive to any of these themes. Please also keep in mind that not all warnings may be listed above - all warnings though fit into the series.

note ⇢ updates will be once a week, the day of the week has not been decided yet or what time it will come out on those days. Those will sorted once planning is completed. I’m hoping this will get me out of my many months worth of writes block :)

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i. act one

ii. act two - arriving after act one

iii act three - arriving after act three

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I Want To Have A Baby

Summary: Ben always thought you two were trying for a family, but he guess he thought wrong.

Song: Bags by Clairo Quote: “I’m not ready to be a mother!”

TW: Forgot the word - but mention of a parent not being there during someone’s life.

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Her birth control pills laid next to where he sat on the bed, his head was turned to stare down at them with a sense of sadness in his eyes. Y/n stayed close to the closed bathroom door, leaning against it, trying to close herself up against the door as she watched her husband gather up his emotions from the pills he just found.

Her eyes squeezed tight when she saw the way he shook his head…he looked disappointed…Y/n didn’t like that look, she didn’t want him to be disappointed in her, she didn’t want her husband to be disappointed in her of all people.

“Ben I-”

She tried to speak but her throat felt tight and kept the words she needed to speak captured at the bottom of her stomach where it shook violently within her – she needed to tell him the truth but was she ready for all of that?

He was her husband after all.

“Don’t,” he warned quietly, sighing too as he kept the tears back, “just please don’t.”

He didn’t know what to think or do…he did support her if she didn’t want kids, it was her body after all, and she be the one giving birth to them…to their kids…but that wasn’t what was hurting him. It was the idea of him thinking that they were on the same page and that they were trying for a baby…but clearly he thought wrong.

“You lied to me,” he eyes moved to look her eyes, observing the way she kept ahold of herself tightly, holding back all the words and pain she was trying to hide from him. “All those pregnancy test that were negative…and you knew? You always knew they would be? I honestly thought there was something wrong with me and I couldn’t get my fucking wife pregnant, but no, she hide the fact that she was still on birth control whilst I break down thinking I couldn’t give us a fucking family.”

“It’s not like that.” She utters and Ben raises from his seat, walking towards her with a puzzled look.

“It wasn’t like that?” He repeats, almost scoffing at her words. “Y/n I went through so many months thinking something was wrong! I thought we were both wanting a family and I thought that I couldn’t give that to you! But no, it wasn’t…it was just you hiding the fact that you were still on the pill.”

He pauses.

“Do you not want a family with me?”

Her eyes opened and she shook her head violently, falling to her knees as she shuffled towards him, wrapping her arms round his legs and stuffing her face into his stomach, wetting the white shirt he was wearing. “No, baby, I do, I really want a family with you I just-”

“Then why did you hide the fact that you were still on the pill?”

His voice was weak, vulnerable…sad.

She has never heard him like this in her entire life and it hurt her to know that she was the reason why he felt so hurt.

She didn’t answer.

Ben stepped out of her grip, distancing himself from her as he picked up the pills once again to look at them with the same amount of hurt that he choose to look at her with.

“I’m not mad,” he sighs, “I’m just sad.” He began, turning around to look at his wife that was in tears on the floor, clutching her stomach as she looked at him with pain and sorrow all mixed in one. “If you didn’t want this with me then you should’ve said. If you didn’t want any of it why did you make me think that we were going to have a family? Why did you make me feel like something was wrong with me?” His voice grew louder and louder at every question he asked her – but he never shouted he was just raising his voice, wanted her to see…to hear the disappointment in him of how he spent this entire time believing that they were going to have a mini them.

“If you didn’t want this I would’ve have-”

“I’m not ready to be a mother!”

Her voice was loud as she interrupted him. Her voice was full of pain as she opened up to him, crying on their bedroom floor and all she was silently begging for was for her husband to hold her as she opened up to him.

“What?” He asked, voice shaky and quiet and full of confusion.

“I’m not ready to be a mother Benji,” she sounded like a child who couldn’t find her parents at Tesco. “I’m not ready to be a mother.” Ben walked towards her, falling to the ground, and wrapped his arms around her, supporting her as she filled the grief of her childhood to him…something she always needed to tell him but never knew how.

“My-my mother was never there for me when I needed her the most…I never had a mother figure in my life and I-I don’t know how to be one, I don’t know how to be a good mother…I never had someone to look up to for me to know what that like. She walked out on me, she abandoned me, and that’s all I ever known for a mother to be like…and I don’t want to be like that for our own children.”

“I,” Ben pauses, collecting the words he needed to tell her, to tell her she was never alone with this thought of never being good of enough for their future kids. “Before I met you I never imagined myself having children. I thought I would never be able to do something like that, I wouldn’t ever be good enough for my own children. But then I met you and you changed the entire meaning of a future for me. Before you I didn’t think twice of what life would be like in five years, but now all I can think about is us in five years with kids of our own. And I would want all my children to be just like you.”

His fingers thread through her hair, the heat of her skin went through his top, but he didn’t care about how she felt or looked whilst she cried her heart to him. He too looked miserable with the tears he cried…he just knew despite all this negativity they were feeling they needed to share it with one another.

“I never felt good enough either Y/n, but I’m going to be here with you every step of the way, me and you like it’s always has been, we be the best parents out there because after all our thoughts we both know that we never want to disappoint our kids.” He kissed the top of her head. “I want you to prove to your mother that you aren’t like her. You will be a better mother than she ever was and that’s because you know you don’t want your kids to be hurt like you were. I’ve got you and when it gets to much just know that we will always have one another.”

She nods, fingers curling the end of his shirt into a pull as she whispers: “I do want this with you…I just need more time.”

“We have all the time in the world gorgeous.”

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Something Good

Summary: Thomas Shelby sets the rules for his wedding. He just wants it to be perfect and do something good for his wife. But he didn’t know that she was also in the kitchen.

Song: Why Do I Love You So by Johnny Tillotson Quote: “No fucking fighting!”

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Y/n didn’t know where Tommy, her husband, was.

Her Husband. It felt so foreign on her tongue but yet so right. It was written in the stars for her and Thomas to be together. Everyone knew it was going to happen and in all honesty it was long overdue. The two have together for years, way before the year, they have been engaged for 5 years due to wanting everything to be perfect and right. They didn’t have many good things in their lives, but they had each other. And they are good together. They are something good.

“Excuse me, have you seen Thomas Shelby?” Y/n’s sweet voice asked one of the workers that she stopped as they walked past.

“Kitchen ma’am.” The worked nodded with a smile before walking away, holding a tray in one hand and the other arm held professionally behind his back.

Y/n nodded and watched him go before making her way down to the kitchens. She heard his voice, and just by hearing his voice made her smile. She looked round the corner and saw her husband walking around in a circle as he pointed at the other men in the room.

Michael was the first who saw her, and she gestured him to be quiet by placing a finger against a smiling lips. She walked towards him and leant against the wall next to him.

“You doing alright, Mrs Shelby?” He whispered in her ear.

“I’m doing alright, Mr Gray.” She smiled back as she watched her husband.

“No cocaine.” He said to Isaiah as he walked closely to him. “No cocaine.” He repeated, pointing his finger at the young boy before moving onto John and Arthur. “No sports. No telling fortunes. No racing.”

Tommy now walked past the grinning Y/n, not even noticing her as he walking towards Finn to squeeze his cheeks in his hands. “No fucking sucking petrol,” he slapped Finn on the cheek who just laughed in response as Tommy pointed a finger in Finn’s face. “out of their fucking cars.”

He then walked to Charlie. “And you Charlie stop spinning yeans about me, okay?”

He placed his cigarette between his lips. Those kissable lips that Y/n’s so dearly missed, even if they only kissed a few moments ago before he wondered down to the kitchens.

“Aw, I’m just trying to sell you to them Tom.”

“But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers,” He span in a circle as he talked to everyone in the room, “despite the provocation of the cavalry, no fighting.” He walked up and down to face each member of the group. How he hasn’t spot her yet was a mystery to her and anyone else who has noticed her presence.

“Oi!” He walked up to Isaiah, brought his chin up so he was looking at him. “No fighting.” He then moved onto John and Arthur. “No fucking fighting. No fighting…”

He even pointed towards Michael and Y/n but yet he still didn’t notice his wife, the love of his life, his something good, leaning against the arch wall, biting her lips to conceal the giggles erupting as she watched the scene in front of her.

“No fucking fighting!” He yelled, emphasising each word as he faced everyone, flapping his arms like he was a fucking bird.

This was important to him and Y/n. They have been waiting their whole lives for this moment. To finally be called husband and wife. They were each other’s first. They were each other’s everything. And he wasn’t going to screw up this up. He wasn’t going to mess up the only good thing in his life. It has always been him and Y/n from the beginning and if that meant letting the business go for a few hours he didn’t care. He was in love with Y/n Shelby, his wife, and he wasn’t afraid who knew it. Realistically he wanted everyone to knew that she was his and no one else can have her. She was now a Shelby, and he wasn’t going to lose her.

He almost died two years ago when a gun was digging into the side of his head. He was kneeling in front of his grave and all he could think about was her. He just wanted her to be okay. But most importantly he wanted to hold her one last time. Tell her how must he loved her one last time. Tell her that she is his something good. His last thought was her.

And when he got it out alive, the thought about her stayed in his mind that the first thing he did was find her and kiss her. And he kissed her hard and passionately letting all his feelings out. He nearly lost her. He nearly died and he was afraid that he would never see Y/n again. But behold here she was in his arms again, where she belonged. And he belonged with her.

It was the same very night that he wanted to get married soon, he didn’t want to wait anymore, that it was all right. If it was up to him he would marry her right there, but he couldn’t. He knew they were waiting so it could be perfect. They wanted something else good in their lives. And Thomas understood that, and he didn’t mind anyways as long as he got to marry her, he didn’t care what happened as long as she was happy.

Making her happy was his life goal, so here he was yelling at the male Peaky Blinders about not fighting.

Tommy walked past Y/n to put his jacket back on, his cigarette was still against his soft plump lips. The very lips she still wanted to kiss. The very lips that only she could kiss. And by the Gods did she want to just pull him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him there and then.

A worker brushed passed Tommy quite harshly. “Get off me.” He muttered with the fag between his lips as he shoved the worker away and not wasting a second, Arthur followed by throwing his glass as the poor worker.

“No fucking fighting, eh?” Y/n laughed as Michael nudged her gently.

Tommy quickly turned to face her, and a smile was brought to his lips as he finally noticed her. “Mrs Shelby.” He walked towards her, and the men shuffled out with whistles and chuckles as they patted Tommy on the back as they passed. “When did you get here, love?”

“No cocaine.” She mimicked his voice and he laughed slightly as he brought his forehead to lean against hers. “I especially liked when you pushed the poor worker. It really established the point you were trying to make.” Y/n teased as she rubbed her nose against his.

“Yeah?” He mumbled as he stared into her (e/c) eyes lovingly.

She took the fag out from his lips and put it out against the wall she was leaning against. She then threw the fag onto the floor before Tommy’s hands worked it way down her arms to her hands.  

“Yeah... Kissing wasn’t apart of the list was it?” She questioned softly against his lips.

“Fuck no.” He said before closing the gap.

They were married. They were now Mr and Mrs Shelby, and they wouldn’t want it any other way. They waited forever for this moment and even if they wanted the whole wedding to be perfect they knew that wherever the other was, was their perfect. They could have gotten married in the stables, and they would both still say, “I do.” As long as they were together everything was perfect.

As long as they were together they had their something good.

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Fine Line

Summary: ‘He didn’t want to understand, because to understand means talking about it, and talking about it will make them realise that it be best if they let one another go as they weren’t right for one another.’

Song: Fine Line by Harry Styles Quote: ‘He was mesmerised by her.’

A/N: Not proof read - this is a very short blub.

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Mason stared at her from where he was sitting on his bed. He was clad in a pair of black boxers, legs spread slightly apart, and hands intertwined together, hanging between his legs as his arms rested on his thighs as he just watched her.

He was mesmerised by her.

She was dancing like the world wasn’t watching in front of him, dressed in only his shirt and one of his white boxers. Her hips were swaying to the slow music that came from the record player next to her and her eyes were closed as she danced around the discarded clothes on the floor surrounding her.

He couldn’t understand, in fact, he didn’t want to understand.

He didn’t want to understand how one moment they could be madly in love, then screaming at each other’s throat, then fucking one another raw and then…and then being like this.

He didn’t want to understand, because to understand means talking about it, and talking about it will make them realise that it be best if they let one another go as they weren’t right for one another.

And Mason didn’t want to let her go, not yet at least.

He be fine with a few more screaming matches that lead to them falling into bed. And he be fine watching her dance in front of him like the world didn’t exist around them.

He be fine, in fact he be alright, with all of that happening for a bit longer if he could just have her all to himself for a few more weeks.

“I can really hate you sometimes,” was one of the things she muttered under her breath when they walked through the front door earlier that day. They just been out for a few drinks with his friends, and he didn’t like the way one of his friends eyed her.

It lead to them him pushing her out of the bar to scream at her from the side of the road, and then she muttered that, and it made Mason’s heart break. But he knew it was trye. The two of them could hate the other one sometimes – and that’s not what love was supposed to be, you weren’t ever supposed to hate the other.

You were meant to love the other, even through all the hard times.

But they didn’t have enough love for each other anymore, and that was something Mason had to expect and be alright with.

He raised from the bed, his muscles flexing as he stretched his arms up to the ceiling to let out a small yawn before he made his way to his girl. He wrapped his arms round her waist, and gently tugged her into his chest.

His lips found it’s place at her neck as they both swayed slowly to the music. S

She hums, eyes remaining closed as she allowed herself just to breath in this moment.

“Why can’t it always be like this,” she whispers, and Mason wished it was. He wished their love was always this gentle, that their love was always this simple. That they could just forever stay swaying to music with one another in their arms and call it love.

He wished it was all that simple.

But it wasn’t, not for them at least.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he whispers make. “You know…you’re like the sun. You’re just always shining.” His lips went up to her ear, allowing her to hear everyone of his whispers very carefully. His eyes quickly flickered over to the bed to think that maybe they should just go there instead.

That he should just lay her down and spread her open so they could forget all their problems again. But this wasn’t healthy. Their relationship wasn’t healthy. They were tearing one another apart and he needed to save them; save her.

So with a shaky breath he tells her, “and I love you very much, but I think it’s time I let you go.”

She spins around in his arm, staring up at him with wide, teary eyes, questioning him if this was what he really wanted. And he wanted nothing more to say he was joking and that they should both go to bed.

But he knew he shouldn’t lay next to her any longer if the two wasn’t happy.

His hands went up to her face, cupping them softly as he gave her a sad smile. “You deserve better than this. I don’t want to break you. But this relationship is hurting you...I-I can see it, and it hurts me to think that I’m the reason for your pain…so I got to let you go, sunshine. I just got to.”

She shakes her head and Mason leans forwards to press his lips to the top of her head, reassuring her it’s okay.

He pulls back, and just stares at her.

He stares into the eyes of the person he once got to call his.

He stares into the eyes of the person he learnt to love.

He stares into the eyes of the person that wasn’t his anymore.

“We’ll be alright,” he utters to her, “we’ll be just alright.”

And despite not wanting to understand…he did for her.

And despite not wanting to let her go, he did…because he loved her.

And they will be alright.

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Heartbreak Teens

Summary: In which Steve chats with his hookup gone wrong about unrequited love.

Song: Love Of My Life by Queen Quote: ‘He loves her, so he’s letting her go.’

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A/N: Wrote this whilst having Covid, so it’s not the best as I’ve been really tired - so I do apologise for that.

A/N 2: Not proof read.

A/N 3: Italics means flashback.

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“Have you ever been in love?” The young blonde questioned.

Steve and the blonde sat cross-legged on his bed. Steve pinched his duvet between his thumb and index finger as he glanced round his bedroom.

It was the easiest question that was ever said to him, so without any hesitation he responded with: “yes.”

The girl simply giggles. “Of course,” she spoke as if the answer was already obvious, “Nancy Wheeler, right?”

He should have just lied, he should have said yes, he should have told her the answer she was expecting, but he didn’t…he told her the truth, and it only made the pain feel rawer.

“Nope,” he says whilst popping the letter ‘p.’ “Y/n Henderson, actually.” He doesn’t whisper it like he was ashamed, but he does speak it quietly as if he was sharing a secret with his hook-up gone wrong.

It was meant to be a hook-up, then she realised this was something neither of them wanted, so now she was getting him to admit all of his deepest secrets.

“Y/n Henderson? No way,” she gasped, dragging out the last word as she tried to wrap her head around what Steve just told her.

Y/n Henderson was a very pretty woman, someone most girls would be envious of, even more if they found out she was the one who captured Steve Harrington’s heart. She was funny too. She always got in trouble at school for being the typical class clown.

And most of all Y/n Henderson had a good heart. Always with those damn kids that were her brother and his friends – no one truly knowing that she protected the life out of them every time danger came, but Steve knew…he knew as he was now the person who helps her.  

“I always thought I didn’t…” he pauses to think of how he should reword his jumbled-up thoughts. “She told me she loved me when I was with Nancy and since then it made me question a lot of things. My questioning made Nancy break-up with me, and when I was ready to tell Y/n that I’m in love with her too, I see her giggling around with some guy she works with…Axel Myers?”

“Unrequited loves a bitch,” the girl breathlessly laughed, “my bisexual arse went and fell in love with this girl who probably doesn’t even know I exist as her eyes are only on this girl called Vickie.”

Steve didn’t even blink at the fact that the girl in front of him was bisexual, no, all he did was raise his brows as he says: “Are you talking about–”

“Your best friend? Yeah…guess I am.”

Robin Buckley is his best friend, the one person who had to suffer hearing Steve cry over Y/n Henderson, the one girl he’s been wanting since the moment Nancy Wheeler broke up with him.

He would bring down the moon for her if that was what she wanted. Or he would buy a star and name it after her, if that was what she wanted. Or he would catch a thousand fireflies to light up her darkest days, if that was what she wanted. He would do anything for her, anything she wants he would do with no questions.

He would do anything for her as long as she knew he loves her.

But he was too late as now Axel was bringing her flowers just to bring a bashful smile onto her face. He was the one that made cheesy jokes just to hear her laugh. He was the one who was sneaking through her window to hold her during the night. He was the one who got to show her the amount of love he has for her.

And he may not have been doing anything extreme in showing his love for Y/n, like Steve would. But Axel was making Y/n extremely happy and that was worth more than a thousand fireflies.

“I-I think I should let her go,” Steve lowly admitted.

“Let her go?” The girl tilted her head, hands reaching forwards to grip Steve’s knees. “Why?”

“And Y/n has the most prettiest eyes ever Rob–”

“You’ve never seen Star Wars?” A familiar voice fills Family Video, a voice he knew so well as he would hear it nearly everyday of his life, but recently he’s been hearing that voice less. It was followed by a laugh that makes his heart jump to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

“No,” a guy chuckled. “I haven’t had the pleasure in watching it yet.”

Steve narrowed his eyes at the door as he watched two of his most favourite people ever enter with his least favourite.

Dustin and Y/n Henderson was with that Axel guy again. He had his arm thrown over Y/n, bringing her closely to his side as he placed the occasional kiss to the crown of her head. He watched Dustin with so much love in his eyes as he listened to Dustin ramble on about Star Wars.

It almost looked like the three of them were a family.

Steve wondered if he could have prevented all of this from happening, if he didn’t push them away the moment he saw Y/n with Axel. He should have told her then, allowed her to see all of her options. To see that he was in love with her, always has been, even if it was too late. That he was secretly in love with her even when he was with Nancy and rejected her.

He was in love with her, but he guess it’s too late to tell her now as she looks happy.

She is happy.

“We got to watch Star Wars now,” the voice belonging to Dustin came closer to the counter, making Steve snap out of his daydream. He quickly looked to his side to see Robin has disappeared, leaving him to check out the film that was now being placed in front of him.

“Whatever you want little man,” Axel teased, placing his hand over the top of Dustin’s hat, and a small scowl appeared on the young teens face when he felt Axel began to move his hand side to side to mess up his hair underneath.

Axel chuckles once more – it was Steve’s least favourite sound – and moved his hand away.

Dustin smiles as he taps the edge of the counter as he looked at his friend, Steve.

“At least you’ve seen Star Wars,” Dustin gave a teasing look at Axel from over his shoulder before looking back at Steve.

“Only because you and Y/n made me watch it with the party.” Steve smiles as he checks the film out.

“Couldn’t leave you uncultured, could we?” A pink tint made its way to Steve cheeks as he hears her voice again – the voice that made his heart race – he glances up to her placing the money down on the counter before wrapping her arms round her boyfriend – well Steve thinks Axel is her boyfriend – waist.

“At least I’ve seen Back to the Future,” Steve narrowed his eyes at her playfully, watching as she rolled her eyes with a smile that could light up an entire city.

Steve made her smile and that was enough to make his day.

“I have now,” she mutters. “Axel and I watched it last week.”

“Oh?” Steve frowns slightly as he takes the money and handed the film to Dustin.

Y/n and Steve always promised that they would watch it together. That he would rent it out and she would get loads of snacks, they would build a den and then watch it together – and perhaps that would be when Steve admits his feelings for Y/n.

But they never did that as Axel happened instead.

“Hey man,” Axel spoke up before Steve could ask Y/n if she liked it. “If you want, you could come over and watch this film with us.”

The Henderson’s looked at him with begging eyes, and Steve would normally never say no to them, but this time he had too as he knew his heart wouldn’t be able to handle the sight of Axel loving the girl that Steve could never stop thinking about.

“I think I’ll have to pass this time,” Steve gives him a fake smile. “Late shift.”

Axel nods, taking the film out of Dustin’s hands before gesturing to the two Henderson’s that they best be going to get some food.

And before they do leave Y/n tells Steve: “we do miss you, Steve. We should all hang out again, I would really like that.”

Steve inhales a deep breath, smiling as he nods at her.

Then he watched the girl he loved too late leave, her hand in Axel’s and when they left the shop Steve watched with a heavy heart at Axel leaned down to give Y/n the softest of kisses.

He kissed her as if she was a gentle flower, and she was, and Steve hopped that that man would look after her as if she was the last remaining flower in the flower.

Steve needed Y/n to stay happy, and so far, she looked like she was the happiest she has ever been.

Even Dustin looked happy.

And as long as the two of them were happy, he didn’t mind, even if that meant he wasn’t in their lives much anymore.

“Why are you letting her go?” The girl questioned him again. “You love her don’t you?”

And that was the thing, he loves her, he loves her so much that he would let her go and be happy with a man that wasn’t him.

He loves her, so he’s letting her go.

And despite the main cracks that would make in his heart, he knew he would be fine as long as knew Y/n was smiling.

“I do,” Steve whispers. “I love her too much.”

“Then why are you letting her go?”

And Steve just smiles before laying back on his bed, arms crossed under his head as he stares up at his ceiling with glassy eyes.

“Because,” his voice cracks as he speaks, “she’s happy.”

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Welcome To The Stones’

Summary: After John yells at the children, they discover that the third child is on their way.

Song: September Song by JP Cooper  Quote: “Will you all be quiet and leave your poor mum alone!”

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“Will you all be quiet and leave your poor mum alone!”

His voice was loud, loud and strong enough to make the entire family freeze in their spots, looking at him with widen eyes and faces of shock. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling as his finger continued to point to the ground. He has never looked angrier in his life as he glares at two children who were in the middle of trying to rip the teddy out of the other’s hand.

One of their hands fell from the teddy though, leaving it in the hands of the other but it feel limp in their hands as they both looked at their father. They were no longer yelling over their mum who was trying desperately to get them quiet, hand pressed against her stomach as she winces every now and then at the babies’ movement.

The house didn’t fall quiet until John made his way into the living room, inspecting the disaster before yelling at them to be quiet, which has left them all in the conditions they were in right now – utter shock.

It didn’t last long though as the children began to cry at the loudness of him, and if Y/n could she would glare at her husband before ushering her children over to her to hug them and tell them it was all okay. But she couldn’t as she was too busy breathing in and out as she laid across the sofa.

“J-john, apologise right now,” Y/n calls over the screams of their children, hand adding pressure to the side of the stomach as she winces in the pain, and John instantly notices this, falling to his knees to shuffle towards the children, wrapping them in his hands as he presses kisses to the side of their heads, whispering words of apologises as his eyes stayed on his wife.

“Daddy is very sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over as his brows furrow more as he watches Y/n trying to raise to her feet and when she did she slowly made her way towards them, hand on her back and the other on her stomach, mouth in an ‘o’ shape as she tried her best to keep her breathing even as she made her way to her family.

“Love-”

“Not know John,” she hisses, a hand moving to run through her son’s hair to soothe him as he hugs into his dad along with their daughter.

“Love your-”

“I said not now,” her pointed look at him was deadly, and if it was any other situation John would be giving her some space, but this wasn’t any other situation.

“Love please just-”

“You had no right to yell at-”

“I know, I know but-”

“I had it under control and-”

John shook his head, unwrapping his arms from his children and lifting his daughter of his knee that she was once sitting on to hold onto him. He moved away from them and held Y/n’s hands, making her look into his slightly concerned eyes as he moves some hair out of her face with his hand.

“What John?” She snaps, and all John showed her was a small smile before whispering:

“Y/n, love, your water just broke.”

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His Bad Knee

Summary: He nudged his nose with hers and he breathlessly laugh at her sarcasm. “You don’t need anyone else.” He simply told her, voice quiet as if he was telling her a secret made for just her and him. “No one will love you like I love you,” his voice reminded her of warm gentle currents on a summer’s morning, the sun glazing down upon it as it creates glistening diamonds in it.

Song: Je Te Laisserai Des Mots by Patrick Watson Quote: “Want me gone for World Cup?”

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“You alright?”

“Baby, you’ve asked me this about 100 times already.” Ben laughed as he walked into his house on his crutches.

Oscar gave a quick bark as he ran towards the door from upstairs, his paws padding across the white tiles of his house, running up to the happy couple and jumping up on his hind legs as he tried to get Y/n’s attention – something Ben has always smirked about due to the fact that she’s got both Chilwell’s wrapped round her finger – she patted his head a few times and gave him a warm smile before her attention went back to her boyfriend who was smiling warmly at her.

“I’m okay,” he told her, “just a little tired from the anaesthesia but other than that I’m okay baby.” His voice was sincere as he looked at her with those eyes she could get lost in for days.

She hummed.

“Doesn’t explain you crying in my car does it?”

He groans, throwing his head back but the corner of his mouth tugs up as he loves the way they can forever tease one another about anything, and it would cheer the other up. “Happy tears.” He followed after her, his knee feeling weird as the drugs wear off. “Everything’s going to get better, and I be back on the pitch in no time.”

“Good cause Chelsea has been going downhill since you’ve been gone, and I want you gone for the World Cup.”

Ben pushed his head back, gave a little shake to the head as he pulled a confused face. He rested his crutches to the side of the wall before he hopped to lay on the sofa. He waited for Y/n to emerge from the kitchen she just walked into to ask what she meant about wanting him gone for the World cup – but he knew it be nothing but a little tease as he knew when the day came for him to go they be both hugging in the hallway as they tried to push back their see you laters for as long as they can.

He listened to the kettle boil and her rummaging through the cupboards to find her favourite cookies that Ben always made sure he kept stocked up for her to have whenever she came round. He then watched her carefully carry two mugs of tea in her hands with the packet of cookies tucked under her chin. She placed the mugs on the coffee table before falling next to Ben on the sofa who wrapped his arms round her, brining her in closer as she opened the packet up.

“Want me gone for World Cup?”

“So I can bring my sneaky link round.” She blankly told him, shoving a cookie in her mouth which Ben snorted out.

“Yeah its so attractive when a girl shoves a cookie in her mouth.” Ben joked, the smile not once leaving his face as he watched her, his fingers giving a quick pinch to her hip due to her comment, but he carried on staring at her lovingly – no girl has ever made him feel like this before.

“Got you didn’t it?”

“I pitied you.”

“The blushing and the stuttering states otherwise.”

“Shut up,” Ben buries his face into her shoulder as a his cheeks flushed with a pinkness, but Y/n could feel his smile widening as he buried his face into her – his – hoodie. The smell of her rushed up his nose and he has never felt safer as of right now, whenever he was with her he felt safe and happy – something that no one has ever made him feel like either.

His hand that wasn’t wrapped round Y/n pinched a cookie from her and as he sat up he placed it in his mouth whilst he watched Y/n’s eyebrows furrow as she gave him a small glare. He stuck his tongue out in response which made her pull a face of disgust as she saw crumbs of cookies on it.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Says you.” Ben licked his lips before giving a quick peck to her cheek whilst she shivered at in disgust that had Ben pinching her side gently again. “What you need a sneaky link for anyways?” His hand rubbed up and down her side as he asked her next question. “I’m amazing in bed.”

“Sure…”

Ben mockingly pulled a face of shock as his hand went under her waist, pulling her closer as he went on the top of her, his lips brushing against hers as they both smiled widely at one another. “I hate you so much.” He whispered before pressing his lips against hers, teeth clashing slightly from how much the pair of them were smiling. It was like Ben’s injury never happened, that when he was with her all the pain disappeared and everything felt normal…he felt like Ben when he was with her…just plain and ordinary Ben who likes melting chocolate buttons onto his warm crepes and only has watched the entire Harry Potter series recently due to the girl who he was currently kissing.

His hand gripped her waist as he continued to kiss the one person he loved the most in the entire world. He stayed on top of her, his god leg in between the gap between hers as he smiled down at her, fingers brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face so he could see her face properly. The pads of his fingers softly brushed against her cheek, sending a shock of loving electricity through her

“You’re beautiful.” He utters to her, eyes looking softly into hers as he pressed another kiss to her lips. “You’re perfect.” Another kiss. “And I love you so much.”

He was about to kiss her again but stopped when he heard her sweet laughter and her warm voice.

“Wow, that kiss really made you change your feelings about me. First you hated me now you love me.” She playfully rolled her eyes before sliding her hand across his cheek. Her hand was used to his beard prickling her, in fact she fell in love with the touch of it against her skin – she never liked the feel of it at first, but it was now her favourite thing as it just brought her memories of Ben. She slid her hand across and behind his neck, fingers tangling round the hairs at the nape of his neck and brought him closer to her, so his forehead was against her own.

He nudged his nose with hers and he breathlessly laugh at her sarcasm. “You don’t need anyone else.” He simply told her, voice quiet as if he was telling her a secret made for just her and him. “No one will love you like I love you,” his voice reminded her of warm gentle currents on a summer’s morning, the sun glazing down upon it as it creates glistening diamonds in it. His voice was soft like the clouds that slowly glided across the bright blue skies above the calming river. “Just like no one will love me the way that you love me.” His lips kissed the corner of her lips before he lifted his head up slightly once again, forehead against hers as he looked into the eyes that gave him a home.

“You make me happy,” he continued. “And I’m so grateful to have you. Being through my ups and downs and you just constantly make me feel better. I thought I was never going to be able to play football again, but you were there to make me believe in myself again. You never gave up on me even when I tried to give up on myself and-”

“This isn’t a marriage proposal is it?” Y/n gave him a cheeky smile as he barked out a laugh and shook his head.

“Whilst my knee is busted I won’t be proposing to you.” He admitted shyly. “Gotta do it properly for my girl.” He kissed the tip of her nose and watched the way she scrunched it up like she always do whenever he kissed her nose. “You never gave up on me and I never understood why…but I know that this knee injury is going to be nothing as long as I have you. It’s all going to be okay as long as I have you as you hold such a strong belief in me that I feel unstoppable. That’s why I’m so positive about this entire thing, it’s because I got you and as long as I’ve got you I know everything’s going to be okay.” He pauses before saying one last bit. “No one has ever believed in me the way you do.”

Her other hand moved to hold his cheek, fingers brushing against his cheek as she leaned up slightly to press a kiss against his lips. “It’s all going to be okay.” Y/n utters. “You’re the strongest person I know and if anyone can come back from an injury like this then its you.”

He swiped his thumb across her bottom lip as he smiled warmly at her. “See?” He whispered. “You’re perfect.” His thumb brushes along it again. “I be so lost without you, I swear.”

“Lucky you never have to experience me leaving you.” She hummed, her mind was still focusing on his words and the touch of his thumb against her lips and the way he looked at her…it was all pure love.

“Says the one who was gonna bring someone over for sex when I’m gone.” He rolled his eyes playfully whilst Y/n drummed her fingers against his cheek a few times to hint to him to cut it out. “No one will love you the way I do baby.” He smirked. “Or fuck you as good as-”

“Not with that fucked up knee you aint be doing anything.”

“I’ll prove it.” He finally leans into kiss her again, one hand gripping round her waist and the other cupping her cheek. He breaks away from her too quickly for her liking as he gives her a bashful smile. “But I can’t tonight cause my knee is really fucked up.”

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Biggest Win Of All

Summary: In which Ben thanks his biggest supporter in his success.

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DISCLAIMER: None of these images are mine, credit goes to original owners

A/N: I still suck at these...I definitely prefer writing XD

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masonmount i’ll tap that ↪️benchilwell date with me at 7 ;) ↪️masonmount i’ll pick you up handsome! ↪️y/n.l/n thank god you’re taking him off my hands! thought i’ll never get rid of him!

y/n10 how does a man have a better arse than me?

bjc21 he needs to drop he workout routine

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y/n.l/n that should be me...with kai

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benchilwell i think you misspelled my name babe x ↪️ y/n.l/n you’re right its spelt s-o-p-h-i-a ↪️benchilwell i’m going to blame this on your dyslexia x

kaihavertz29 stealing your boyfriend ↪️ y/n.l/n and i’m stealing your girlfriend...at least she doesn’t use gel :)

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benchilwell We did it!!!!

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declanrice what a performance bro🔥

jhenderson Congrats chilly!! 🏆 ↪️ y/n.l/n no fair you got the smexy goose to comment on your post

dele my brother

y/n.l/n i never fucked a champion before :) ↪️masonmount that is disgusting ↪️y/n.l/n only saying that cause you’ll never get laid with those shitty pickup lines :) ↪️masonmount fuck off ↪️ y/n.l/n LANGUAGE!! THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT ↪️ masonmount says the five year old

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benchilwell despite the big win, Y/n is my biggest win of all

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masonmount ew cheesy...where is my post?

y/n.l/n @kaihavertz29 hahahaha he’s touching my butt now ↪️kaihavertz29 y/n...i was touching his butt in the other post ↪️y/n.l/n ...shut up...he never touched your butt so ha ↪️timowerner what are you four? ↪️y/n.l/n five actually :)

masonmount @y/n.l/n you know chilly lets me touch his butt all the time ↪️y/n.l/n who asked? ↪️benchilwell what is everyone’s obsession with my arse? ↪️y/n.l/n have you not seen it? its as big as an elephant! ↪️masonmount an elephant? ↪️benchilwell want to know what else is big😏 ↪️ y/n.l/n a dinosaur :)

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