#christian seavey fic

[starlost-andfound]

cookie breaks // c.s

Requested by the lovely @chilling-seavey​

Request : reader working on virtual-school/homework/work and sweetheart Christian Seavey (thank you very much) comes and brings reader something he baked as comfort food during the stressful school things that reader is dealing with 🥰

Summary: As online learning continues, y/n gets overwhelmed with all the stress and work. Christian decides to bake her some comfort food to get through it all.

W/C: 1097 Words

A/N: My first Christian fic! Shoutout to Emily, this one’s for you ;)

A/N+: Also, I have never baked cookies from scratch so excuse my lack of baking terminology oops-

[25th February, 2021 // 2:21 PM]

Christian sighed, watching across from his bed as y/n worked at his desk. She had stayed the night, promising to spend some time with him. She said she had a few small tasks to finish and just one online class to attend. But by now, half the day had passed and she was still working. Her eyes were glued to her laptop with her earphones in as she completed her homework and assignments.

He got out of bed, shuffling over to her. He approached her from the back of his chair, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on hers.

Y/n gently pulled out her earphones and tilted her head up with a tired grin, “Hi bebs,” she mumbled.

“Hey,” Christian smiled, kissing her forehead, “Lots to do?” he asked, glancing at the pile of textbooks on her side.

Y/n nodded, following his eyes to the pile of work, “Yeah, I have an essay due next week and homework to finish from two other subjects.” Y/n checked the time, “Ooo, and I got a class in 20 minutes.”

Christian frowned, gently massaging her shoulders, “How about a little break before your class? How does that sound?”

Y/n sighed, “Maybe after, I have so much work to do. I really need to make use of my time.” She plugged her earphones back in, and continued typing away at her laptop.

Christian stepped back, watching as she continued to work. She was exhausted, he could tell. She had been working since this morning. A sudden idea popped in his head and he walked out the room, leaving y/n to work. He walked to the kitchen and began rummaging through the cupboards, picking out ingredients. Christian pulled out his phone, searching for his go-to recipe for baking cookies and then he got to work. As he put the ingredients together, he could hear y/n as her class started.

“Good morning Miss.”

Christian smiled softly, moving around the kitchen, trying to make as little sound as possible as he worked. He hummed a small tune under his breath as he scooped the cookie batter onto a baking tray, oblivious to his older brother who had just entered the living room, watching him with a smirk.

“What are you making?”, he asked, catching Christian’s attention.

Christian turned with a smile, “Oh, just some cookies for y/n,” he chirped before getting back to work.

“Ah, I see,” Tyler smirked even wider, causing Christian to snap his head around and glare, “Oh, shut up!”

Tyler chuckled to himself, not missing the soft red blush on Christian’s cheeks as he disappeared out the backyard door. 

Christian shook his head, and placed the tray into the oven, setting the timer. He cleared up the kitchen as the cookies baked, scrolling through his Twitter with the few spare minutes he had left. As time passed, a strong scent of cookies engulfed the room.

It seemed that Christian wasn’t the only one who took a deep breath, inhaling the smell with a satisfied smile on his face. The sound of a door opening had Christian turning his head to spot y/n stick her through the ajar door.

Christian smiled, “Hey, baby.”

Y/n grinned, biting her lip as she hurriedly shuffled over to the kitchen, taking a peek at the cookies.

She gasped, “COOKIES!!”. Y/n turned to Christian, launching herself at him and nearly tackling him in a hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you!!”

Christian smirked, “Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

Y/n cast a glance back at Christian’s room, now, their room. They could still hear the distant voice of the teacher speaking on the call. She turned back to Christian with a shy smile, “I wanted cookies.”

Christian chuckled playfully, “Ah, so you left class for the cookies, but not for me, I see how it is.”

Y/n giggled, “Babee, you know I love you….”

Christian leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, “But?”

Y/n winced, “I will always love cookies more.”

Christian pecked her lips, “You’re cute.”

Y/n scrunched her nose and shook her head, “No, you’re cuter.”

Christian booped her nose, “Nope.”

Y/n’s reply was cut off by the sound of the oven timer going off but, y/n didn’t seem to mind as she sat on the kitchen counter and eagerly watched Christian pull out the tray of cookies. He scooped them out onto a plate to cool down, gently pushing y/n’s hand away as she reached for them.

“It’s hot babe, careful,” he urged.

Y/n pouted, “I want cookies.”

Christian sighed, setting aside some cookies on a plate for y/n. He fanned the cookies with his hands and blew them to help them cool down. Y/n followed his actions. After a few moments, y/n and Christian each picked up a warm cookie from the plate clinking them together.

“Cheers,” y/n grinned. Christian’s heart fluttered at her smile, “Cheers,” he said.

The two took a bite of their cookies, and y/n moaned in delight. “So good,” she mumbled through a mouthful. Christian laughed, nodding his head in agreement.

“I love you,” y/n mumbled

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Christian replied with a smile.

They ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally smiling at each other and competing on who had the largest chunk of melted chocolate in their cookies.

“Ha! Mine’s bigger,” Christian pointed to the large chocolate blob in his cookie.

Y/n huffed, “It’s not fair, you baked them Christian, so you obviously would know which had a larger chunk!”

“What do you mean?!! How would I know how they looked after they were baked?”, Christian threw his head back laughing.

Y/n shook her head, “Whatever.”

She picked up another cookie but stopped mid bite when she heard her name. “Did you say something?”, she asked.

Christian frowned and shook his head, “Nope, why?”

Both their eyes suddenly widened as they heard a voice from their room.

“Y/n, are you with us? Can you answer the question?”

She cursed under her breath, “I forgot about my class!”

Y/n quickly scrambled to her feet, shoving the cookie into her mouth as she made a beeline for the room. She suddenly halted at the door, pushing herself back to the kitchen.

“What now?”, Christian asked with a laugh.

Y/n smiled cheekily, a cookie still wedged in her mouth as she grabbed another before running back to the room.

[chilling-seavey]

Hey everyone! As 2021 is coming to a close, I have been able to look back on the last year and everything that tumblr has brought me; lovely mutuals, followers, and the presence of my creative outlet. I wanted to do something interactive and fun for all of you guys to participate in as a little celebration of our year together!

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[just-another-fanblog]

You were with the Christian at Vidcon. He had so many fans it was amazing but when the crowd started getting out of control you instinctively reached for Christians hand. He held your hand as he made his way out of the crowd. Holding you tight so you felt safe. “Hey it’s okay, we are okay” he said calmingly. After you had calmed down you guys walked around for a bit. You holding his hand tightly. After a few more hours he stopped and looked at you. “Do you like me?” He asked inquisitive. “Well, uh, yes I love you actually” you managed to get out. “Aw I love you to” he said. You guys enjoyed the rest of the convention and eventually caught up with some close friends. They all noticed you guys were together. “Wait” jc had said. “They are holding hands” Crawford pointed out. “ are you guys dating??!!?”Oscar exclaimed very loudly. Christian and you said yes.

[rylftv]

Easier Pt 1

Daniel Seavey x Reader

*Not trying to be disrespectful to anyone, and I’m not saying they’d act like this in real life, this is a work of fiction

a/n - This is my first fic, and I’m super nervous to post it. I got some encouragement from @hopinglimelight so thanks for giving me that extra little push. Hope you guys like it! My ask box is open and I’ll have a taglist eventually if anyone ends up liking my writing enough! Thanks y’all!

warnings - sad, arguing, some swearing

summary - Sometimes being with him felt like flying, and other times it felt like falling. More often then not, you knew he wasn’t going to catch you

Yeah, do we really gotta do this now?

Right here with all your friends around?

“Y/N”, Daniel called from where he was hanging out with his friends on the other side of the room. He stood as you walked over, his arm finding your waist and pulling you to his side.

“ What’s up?” you questioned as you snuggled closer. You recognized some of the people at the party, mainly Christian, the rest of the band, and some other friends of Daniels. You recognized the group he was with but had never met them.

“ Meet Crawford, Nezza, JC, Kian, and Franny” he announced grandly, waving his arm as if to present them to you. You reached out, shaking hands and mumbling nice to meet you’s.

“I’m Y/N” you said, mimicking Daniels grand wave.

“Are you mocking me” he gasped offended, gently poking you in the side

“Maybe” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You guys made small talk for a while, learning about each person and what they do. It was interesting learning about what life was like as a youtuber, and it felt like maybe you had made some new friends.

Eventually you noticed Daniel paying less and less attention to the group and more and more attention to his phone.

You tugged his arm trying to get his attention, and he glanced up at you

“What’s up”

“ It’s getting late, and I have school, plus you work tomorrow, think we can get going?” you said quietly, trying to not draw attention to yourselves.

“ We’ve barely been here 3 hours, it’s not even 1 in the morning yet” Daniel protested, eyes hardening as you looked at him.

“I was just wondering because I have to be up at 5:30 in the morning, and I know you’re going to be in the studio for a while tomorrow” you replied voice sharpening as you defended yourself.

“Anyways, Jack, Zach, Corbyn, and Jonah have already left”, you crossed your arms and looked around, making sure your words rang true.

“I don’t control their actions and I don’t need to do what they do” his normally clear blue eyes darkened, “ We’re a band not the same person” anger clear in his voice as he looked at you, lips curving into a frown.

In the dark lighting the angles of his face seemed to sharpen, hardening as your gaze locked on his. The groups eyes turned to you as they starting noticing the tension between you two. Nezza and Franny exited going to get drinks, while JC and Kian backed away keeping an eye on the situation. Crawford was the only one who stayed, pretending to be occupied with random social media apps on his phone.

“ I never said you were” you glared at him, he knew how much you hated it when he put words in your mouth.

“ Whatever” he replied, rolling his eyes. “ It’s not my fault you can’t handle being out for more then two hours” he went on, voice getting progressively louder.

“ You know full well what I can handle, and obviously right now it’s not you” you tried to keep your voice quiet, while still filling it with venom, trying to get your point across.

“ I really don’t want to have an argument, a petty one nonetheless, in front of your friends” you were becoming annoyed, hoping that even after a few drinks Daniel would still have some sense of decorum.

Another whatever left his mouth as you walked away. Before you got to Franny and Nezza you stopped, turning around to face him.

“ I’m calling an Uber and going home. You can sleep on the couch tonight unless you get your head out of your ass and realize the world doesn’t revolve around you.” You finished, going to tell Nezza and Franny were you were going.

They walked you out to the curb, muttering reassurances and bidding you a good night.

As soon as you got home you showered, and put on your comfiest pajamas. You fell asleep soon after, hoping you guys would be able to talk it out in the morning.

[clarkeysbog]

READ BEFORE REQUESTING

Who I Write For

The Camboys

Christian Seavey

Ryan Abe

Danny Garcia

Dylan Statham

William Hadaddin

Devonte Stewart

JC Caylen

Oscar Guerra

Kevin Langue

Kian Lawley

Crawford Collins

Reggie Webber

Jake Webber

Anderson Webb

Harrison Webb

David Alvarez

Other People I Write For

The Sidemen - Simon, JJ, Tobi, Vikk, Josh, Harry and Ethan

Finn Wolfhard (Platonic only)

Jaeden Martell (Platonic only)

Wyatt Oleff (Platonic only)

Franny Arrietta (can be a platonic fic with Daniel or on her own)

Nezza (can be a platonic fic with Crawford or on her own)

Anna Seavey (Could be either a Platonic/Sibling fic with Christian, Daniel and/or Tyler included or romantic fluff/angst)

Joseph Quinn

Calfreezy

Callux

ChrisMD

TheBurntChip

Beta Squad

ArthurTV

George Clarkey

What I Write and Don’t Write

What I write:

Platonic with younger!reader (NOTE: COULD BE SIBLING!READER OR JUST A YOUNGER FRIEND) (e.g. the guys being protective of the reader)

Angst (e.g. reader and one of the guys break up)

Fluff (e.g. reader and one the groups having a movie night)

If requested with a specific pronoun, I will write with those pronouns.

I mainly write platonic fics, but I am open to writing angst and fluff.

What I don’t write

SMUTS (I feel uncomfortable writing smuts since I am doing imagines about real people and despite Christian saying once on stream that he doesnt mind and Kevin has literally WRITTEN a wholeass fanfic on wattpad about the camboys himself, i still feel uncomfortable, and its out of my comfort zone <3)

I am no longer writing for Why Don't We, I am just not as interested in that band as i used to be, besides Jack & Daniel - I will still write for them but only when requested, otherwise i won't.

I will also write for specific fictional characters too (Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Robin Buckley, Argyle, etc.)

[averyonelovesjack]

learning to raise a baby ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes:)

Can you please do an cute imagine about y/n and Daniel having a baby together and taking care of the baby and figuring the parenting stuff out together. Ur amazing

summary: follow a few different events in the life of daniel and y/n learning to raise a baby.

warning(s): baby, literally too lazy to edit this i’ll come back later lmao

word count: 2608

author’s note: i have such baby fever omg 

disclaimer: i def need to clarify that i am 18 years old and do not have a baby and i have no close friends with babies (in person, at least) therefore this is purely fiction. i watch a LOT (i mean A LOT) of family vloggers and like teen mom accounts raising their kids, so basically all of my knowledge comes from that. i hope no one takes offence to my depiction of it, but my intention is purely just to write this cute fic idea, and i don’t want to pretend like i know anything about parenting or raising a child or anything like that!! okay that’s all!!

I could barely see my feet as I painfully took in another breath of air and started walking forward. Awoken at 3am with terrible back pain and a pool of amniotic fluid at my waist, Daniel and I now rushed to grab our hospital bag and make our way to the labor and delivery section of our nearest hospital. 

everything went so fast. before i was actively having a child, it felt like my pregnancy would never end, but now that it’s actually happening and i’m having a child, it felt like pregnancy flew by.

just a few days ago, i was sitting on the countertop in my bathroom, impatiently waiting to see if i was pregnant or not in hopes that daniel wouldn’t get home from the studio early and find me. i had just given daniel the surprise of his lifetime when i woke him up at four am to tell him i was pregnant because i just couldn’t keep it from him anymore to do a fun reveal. i remember how we both cried, too excited to even go back to sleep. 

just a few days ago, daniel and i were sitting in my obstetrician’s office as we got to hear our eight week old fetus’ heartbeat for the first time. we both cried. it feels like just a day or two ago we cut into a pink colored cake and found out that our precious baby girl would be coming. all of the breakdowns about what stroller to buy and which crib matches the nursey best felt like just moments ago. and now, all of a sudden, i’m ten hours into labor and i’m ready to push.

pushing was painful, but the thought of holding a sweet babygirl soon just kept me going. daniel squeezed my hand tight, standing by the end of the bed watching our beautiful daughter make her way into the world.

i gave the final push and soon i heard a cry that made everything in the whole world worth it. they say you never truly understand love until you’ve had a child, and as soon as i held our daughter, i felt an overwhelming sense of truth in that statement. i never knew such a distinct moment could be the greatest day of my life, but as soon as i laid my eyes on her, i knew that i would never get a day greater than this one. 

our daughter laid on my chest for a while as daniel sat by my head, holding both my hand and hers. eventually, the nurses cleaned her off a bit and wrapped her tightly in a swaddle for daniel to finally hold his daughter. i watched the tears fall from his bluer than ever eyes that never left her little face. by the way she settled in his arms and fell asleep, i knew i was going to have a daddy’s little girl on our hands. 

it felt like forever, just watching daniel and our baby getting to know each other. soon enough, though, the doctors finished with the stitches and i heard a knock at the door. 

within seconds, both of our parents came into the room, bearing wide smiles. daniel sat in the seat next to me, both of us staring at the beautiful baby in front of us. 

“does she have a name?” keri asks, slowly walking up to the two of us, careful not to be too loud. 

daniel and i look at each other, and then i give him the nod to tell everyone. “callista avery mae seavey.”

“our little baby callie.” i smile at the name. daniel and i both loved the name callie, but wanted it to be a nickname. avery was after his bandmate who really helped us through this whole preparing to be parents thing. mae was a pretty nickname from my side of the family that was good to separate avery and seavey. our little callie mae. 

***

it was three am and both of us were awake to callie’s loud screaming. turns out that daniel and i had a very colicky daughter who, when awake, wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. daniel was in the nursery trying to grab more diapers and wipes that, out of exhaustion, we forgot to restock last night when we ran out. i held callie in our arms, rocking her gently and trying to get her to go back to sleep. 

“does she have a dirty diaper?” daniel asks, placing the diapers in the corner of our messy bedroom. a few days into callie’s life, we realized we should’ve left the changing table in our bedroom until she was ready to sleep in the nursey, but both of us were too tired to even think about moving the furniture around. so for now the corner of the room was storage and a changing pad on the bench was our late night changing table. 

“i don’t think so.” i answer, giving him an exhausted look. “her diaper isn’t heavy and i tried to feed her, but she doesn’t seem to be hungry. i think she just woke up and is being colicky again.”

“how long did the doctor say the colic will last?” daniel asks. 

“she didn’t.” i sigh, going to take a seat on our bed as i continued to calm callie. daniel sat beside me. “go back to sleep, i got her.”

“no, i know you’ve been awake all night. try to go to sleep, i’ve got her.” daniel says, and then takes callie from me. “did you take melatonin tonight?”

“yeah.” i say. “i know your body goes through a lot of changes postpartum, but i’m really not liking the insomnia.”

“okay, well, you lay down, and i’m gonna sing to you both, okay?” daniel says and then starts to rock callie to sleep as i laid beside them. and then he started to sing softly. 

***

callie was born a little over three months ago and daniel and i haven’t had a date night since then. when we fearfully realized that last week, jack and anna were both quick to offer some help. we hadn’t felt comfortable leaving callie yet, especially since she wasn’t always the easiest. we had lots of help and people offering, but neither daniel nor i were good at asking for help. that’s definitely something we’re both still working on, especially now that we have a baby. 

finally though, jack and anna convinced us. originally, we were going to leave them with daniel’s parents, but anna and jack were pretty convincing. jack had lots of experience since he himself is a dad, and anna was very close with gabbie when she had lavender. jack also decided to invite zach for some more company, which was cute.

daniel and i had a hard time saying goodbye to callie, even though we really were only going to be out for two hours at most. we knew neither of us could stay away for that long. 

the restaurant wasn’t too far from the house, which was nice because it cut down on our time away from callie. i think both of us were a little nervous to leave her. we both know that she’s three months old and other people are more than capable of watching her for a few hours, but it’s still hard to not be worried about all of the things we could be missing out on.

“oh my gosh, anna just sent a picture of callie.” daniel says in the middle of our dinner, holding up his phone to show up me the picture of our daughter in the adorable pajamas her aunt bought. 

“i miss her.” i admit, knowing he was feeling similarly. “do you think they had a hard time getting her to sleep? i hope she’ll be good for them tonight.”

“i’m sure she was fine.” daniel says, then later . “you know, maybe we should skip dessert. relieve them a little early.”

“she’s growing up so fast.” i tell him. “i’m not ready for her to keep growing.”

“we’re gonna blink and she’s gonna be cursing us out because we wouldn’t let her go out with her friends.” daniel continues. “not that we would do that, because honestly, i’ve always thought we’d be a little cooler than that.”

i laugh at his comment. “oh, we’ll definitely be cooler than that. we’re not gonna be the lame strict parents that doesn’t let their kids go out with their friends.”

“oh definitely.” daniel agrees. “except i will be strict about doors open if someone is over. i don’t care who she’s in her room with, but that door better be open. i am taking no chances.”

“i feel like that’s fair.” i add. “i know we’re parents, but wow, until i think about that future, i kind of forget.”

“i’m very glad that’s a long ways away.” he comments. “i’m barely ready for her to be three months old, we do not need to get ahead of ourselves. take this parenting thing one step at a time.”

“i could not agree more.” i smile, leaning over the table to kiss daniel’s lips gently. 

***

i walked out of my one year old’s nursery with her in my arms. we watched as daniel and anna hung balloons up around our california apartment. it’s just about an hour before callie’s first birthday party, and now more than ever, i could not be more grateful for daniel’s family’s offer to help us set up. 

rather than fighting with figuring out food for the party, we decided to get it catered. christian and tyler offered to go pick up the food at the restaurant for us, which was extremely helpful. his parents were setting up some decorations around the front of the apartment. 

i had just put callie in her adorable dress that i specifically picked out for this party. we weren’t the type to throw parties, so we weren’t 100% sure what to do or what to expect, but we decided to just stick to family and close friends. callie was too young for us to strictly invite her friends over. at this stage in her life, her friends were whoever was at mommy&me that week. 

the party was going to be small. daniel’s family, my family, daniel’s bandmates and close friends, and then my close friends. 

thankfully, we finished decorating and setting up with about thirty minutes left to spare before the party. rather than worry, i decided to just sit on the couch with anna and daniel. keri took callie from me, wanting to spend some time with her granddaughter, and giving daniel and i a brief break before the party started. 

“i cannot believe she’s a year old.” anna exclaims to me. “you guys have been parents for a year. that’s crazy to think about.”

“it’s definitely a little bit weird.” i giggle in response. 

“you guys make it look so easy, being young parents.” anna says. “i know i’m younger than you guys, but still, i cannot imagine having a kid anytime soon.”

“i didn’t think i would either.” i tell anna. “for me, i wasn’t really ready until i met dani. i realized that i was ready because i wanted to do this with him. it’s different for everyone, i’m sure, but at least personally, that’s how i knew we could be parents.”

daniel wraps his arm around me on the couch, kissing my cheek softly. “yeah, it’s the same for me. when you find someone you want to do everything with, it gets easier to imagine yourself parenting together.”

“that is really cute.” anna says. “this is what i mean, when i say you make it look easy!!”

“it’s definitely not easy.” i laugh. “but it’s a little bit easier when you work as a team. we talk things through and decide together, instead of just making decisions separately. it’s a lot easier to feel like you’re making the right decision when you talk things through.”

“and that is all the parenting advice you get, because while i am most definitely ready to be a dad, i am not ready to be an uncle.” daniel says, getting protective over his younger sister. 

“being an uncle is way easier than being a dad.” anna laughs. “but trust me, i’m not having kids any time soon. at least not intentionally.”

“well, i have to be the cool uncle. someone’s gotta bail the kid out of jail and hide it from you.” daniel jokes.

“first of all, why would my kid go to jail??” anna asks. “and second of all, you might’ve been first in the race for cool uncle before callie arrived, but since becoming a dad, you’ve fallen behind. the cool uncle can’t have kids, that’s not how that works.”

“well i’ll break that standard, because i’ll be the cool uncle.” 

“i just want to be the aunt that gives good advice at one o’clock in the morning.” i tell them. “someone’s gotta do it. i expect that for callie, anna, so i will do that for your kids.”

“oh, of course. nothing but the best for callie. and future kids.” anna agrees. “speaking of, future kids? any thoughts on that? mom wants me to scope that out.”

“eventually.” i smile. “sooner rather than later.”

***

daniel took callie on a walk. he’s been really adamant about spending at least thirty minutes a day on a walk with her. now that she’s getting a lot more balance and ability to take a lot more steps, he loves taking her to the playground a few blocks from our apartment. usually, i like to go with them, but today i made up an excuse about things i had to get done at home.

i felt especially grateful for that routine of his today, because i needed a few minutes to myself. i’ve been feeling particularly nauseated recently, and as soon as i woke up the other day, i could feel that i was pregnant again. in the past, i had always thought that when i was paranoid about being late, but now that i’ve actually experienced pregnancy, i can feel that there’s a little fetus inside of me.

daniel and i haven’t exactly been trying, but we haven’t been taking as many precautions as we were when callie was first born. now that she’s over a year old, we feel better about having another baby. we weren’t too rushed, because we lot spending time with just our little girl, but we didn’t want to wait too long and have her grow up without a sibling. having a sibling was always a priority of daniel and i’s. seeing as we both grew up with siblings, we know how important it is to have a sibling. 

my stomach fluttered with butterflies as i followed the instructions on the pregnancy test. after realizing i was pregnant with callie, i had bought a ton of tests that i didn’t end up using because it was so obvious that i was indeed pregnant. that was extremely helpful for right now when i don’t have time to go sit in traffic for thirty minutes just to go to the pharmacy. 

i sat on top of the counter, leaving the pregnancy test face down while i tried to scroll through tiktok and distract myself. it was probably the slowest five minutes of my life, other than finding out about callie. 

the timer went off on my phone. i take a deep breath and carefully lift the pregnancy test off the marble bathroom counter.

pregnant. 

[hopinglimelight]

Colors (C.B) - Prologue

A/N: Welcome to colors! This is my first full length fic, so I'm very excited. This is just a short little prologue that sets up the book for us. Any corrections are welcomed and I hope you enjoy. Don’t be afraid to send in any asks (; -Hope

When you’re in a world in which you have soulmates, it can be stressful. In a world without colors until you meet “the one” you tend to notice things that give you a general understanding of colors. You piece together little clues to get to know yourself. You could figure out whether you have lighter eyes or darker eyes based on their looks alone. Living in the universe without color can be so time-consuming. Having to have someone constantly check your outfits because you can’t tell the light colors from each other. It can also be so rewarding. Being able to know exactly that they're the one. You don’t have to make guesses. The universe pairs you with someone. Is it a little scary that the world somewhat guesses your destiny for you? Yes! But it's worth it in the end. There's a popular saying in this world. When you start to love each other, you begin to see the colors. If your world remains grey after you start to fall in love, you know they are not the one and you can move on instead of wasting your time.

My older brother Tyler found his soulmate. My other older brother, Christian, and my little sister, Anna, haven’t found their soulmates yet. My twin brother, Daniel, and I are still on the search. I just started dating Daniel's older friend, Jonah. Daniel is in a friend group with 4 other dudes. Zach is a nice kid, younger than Daniel and me but he has a nice personality. Jack is slightly younger than us, but he’s always distracted by his soulmate Ella. Not that I mind, as long as everyone else is happy I’m happy. Jonah is nice and my favorite since before we even started dating. And then there's Corbyn. I’ve strongly disliked Corbyn since Daniel dragged his ass home. He’s funny, don’t get me wrong, but there's just something about him that I do not like. He has a girlfriend anyway, Kimberly, so he doesn't pay me much attention anyway.

Daniel and I just turned 18, and we’re almost done with school. I go to Tyler a lot about the colors. According to him, Daniel and I both have bright blue eyes and brown hair.

Tyler met his soulmate when he was 18, so I have a feeling that I might too.

Christian thinks the whole soulmate thing is wild. He doesn’t like the idea that your control so much that even the person you end up with is destined for you.

Daniel believes in it, I just think he may be a little intimidated. He told me that he thinks this girl named Emily is cute, but he just constantly counters everything with “Nah she’s probably not my soulmate though”. I think he just needs to grow a pair and ask someone out. Daniels constantly lonely when he’s not with the boys, and I feel bad when I leave to be with Jonah.

Anna doesn’t talk to me about our soulmates that much. I know she understands how it works, but I think she’s more like Christian, just so shocked that we are destined to be with one specific person.

Enough about my siblings. I’m here to talk about one thing, and one thing only. This is my journey on how I saw the Colors.

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Y/N Seavey is a professional photographer. Her twin brother, Daniel Seavey is 1/5 of popular boy band, Why Don't We. With both of their careers taking off, they have to adjust to the whirlwind of life in the spotlight, working together, and stepping out of their comfort zones. What happens when Y/N catches the eye of Jonah Marais, one of Daniel's band mates?

This is the story of their lives through the years, from the release of Why Don't We's debut studio album 8 Letters, Y/N being signed as the band's personal photographer, the beginning ofJonah and Y/N's relationship, and the importance of Found Family.

(I do not own Why Don't We or the rights to any of their songs. Pics belong to the original artists. This is a fic just for fun!)

Part One - And So It Begins

Part Two - Buggy & Guppy

Part Three - Surprise!.1 // Surprise!.2

Part Four - The Launch

Part Five - The Trip.1 // The Trip.2

Part Six - This Means War

Part Seven - We Break the Internet.1 // We Break the Internet.2

Part Eight - Coffee date x2

Part Nine - A Girl, Her Camera, and the World in Color

Part Ten - A World of Color For All to See

Part Eleven - Throwing Stones at the Innocent

Part Twelve - No One Knows Me Better Than This

Part Thirteen - Why Don’t We Just Roll With It

Part Fourteen - Jack’s Soul in a Tin Can Camera

Part Fifteen - Cornbread and Rice’s Day Out.1 // Cornbread and Rice’s Day Out.2

Part Sixteen - That’s Life, Pip, Sometimes It Hurts.1 // That’s Life, Pip, Sometimes It Hurts.2

Part Seventeen - BAND SHOOT (A Close Look at the Boys Through Y/N’s Eyes)

Part Eighteen - Y/N and Jo Watch A Movie (And Discuss It’s Influence on Society aka They Typecast The Squad)

Part Nineteen - Goodbyes Are Never Easy

Part Twenty - Words That Start With ‘G’

Part Twenty One - Favorite Work Of Art

Part Twenty Two - Forever and a Thousand Days

Part Twenty Three - Y/N and her Seavey Brothers Three

Part Twenty Four - Jonah's First Autumn/Halloween With the Seaveys

Part Twenty Five - Glen Coco, four for you!

Part Twenty Six - Cheech & Goose (Goodbye, Christian).1 // Cheech & Goose (Goodbye, Christian).2

Part Twenty Seven - A Seavey Siblings Thanksgiving

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king of hearts // christian seavey

Summary: Y/n, a police officer is assigned to question the notorious criminal, Christian Seavey. Little does she know, she’s in for more than an interrogation.

Warning: fake blood - (just in the image), mentions of crime, violence and murder; use of a gun (as a threat).

W/C: Approximately 1.21 K

“He refused to speak to anyone, but you, Sergeant,” y/n’s co-worker, Amy, explained.

Y/n and Amy stood in a closed room, holding a one-way mirror which revealed the criminal behind their case. Y/n turned from Amy to look through the glass, observing the criminal’s movements. He sat still, staring at his handcuffed wrists. Occasionally, he lifted his head to look at the mirror.

On his end, he could only see a reflection of himself.

“Keep both eyes open, he’s dangerous,” Amy warned.

Y/n nodded with a sigh and picked up the file on the table. She shuffled out of the room, shouting out a “Wish me luck!” before the door shut behind her.

Y/n pulled out her ID card, unlocking the door to the interrogation room as she stepped in. As the door opened, the man immediately looked up, his interest sparked.

“Sergeant y/n,” he grinned, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and pulled out the chair in front of him sitting down. She opened the file, skimming through the contents.

“Christian Seavey, age 23. Two murders, one bank robbery and three cases of car theft and trespassing, each.” she looked up at the man across her who comfortably sat in his chair.

The tips of his lips tilted into an innocent smile, “That’s me.”

“I’ve been informed that you wouldn’t speak to anyone else.”

Christian nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

Y/n checked her watch before straightening her posture, and leaning her elbows onto the table, “Well, be my guest.”

Christian bowed his head slightly, “Thank you.”

It was silent for a moment, the two acquaintances observing each other, noting their body language and movements.

“So,” Christian broke the silence, “How are you, y/n?”

Y/n clenched her jaw, “It’s Sergeant y/n.”

Christian winced, “Sorry...Sergeant. Not much of a talker, hmm?”

Y/n tapped her fingers against the metal table, “We don’t have all day, stop beating around the bush. What are you here for Christian?”

Christian sighed, mimicking y/n’s posture as he leaned his arms against the table, “I don’t know, you tell me.”

“You were spotted on 6th Avenue, two days ago at 6:30 PM, running away from a scene.”

Christian smirked, “Never seen someone going on a run before?”

Y/n glared at him, “With a knife? And blood stains?”

Christian giggled, “Don’t you run with a knife and blood stains?”

Y/n’s neutral unmoving expression pushed Christian to back away, lifting his hands in defense, “It was a joke.”

Y/n sighed, “This isn’t a joke. You have an extensive criminal record and are suspect to a murder.”

Christian grinned, “Didn’t they already solve that one?”

Y/n clenched her teeth, “Yes, but you got out and here we are.”

Christian leaned back, satisfied from the response he pulled from y/n.

“What’s the point in calling me here if you aren’t going to get to the point?”

Christian glanced past y/n at the mirror, “I asked to see you.”

“And? You got that.”

He tisked, “Your coworker is watching us.”

“It’s standard procedure.”

Christian licked his drying lips, “Fine then, have it your way.”

He looked back down at his wrists, like the handcuffs were the most interesting items in the room. A static from y/n’s walkie talkie alerted her and she pulled it out.

“It’s your call, Sergeant,” Amy spoke through the line.

“Let’s give him what he wants,” y/n looked Christian in the eye, “I need answers.”

Amy responded back before the sound of a door shut was closing. Christian watched as the mirror merged into a transparent glass, showing an empty room. He smiled at y/n.

Y/n sighed, flipping through the pages of his file, “Now, that’s settled. Let’s get talking shall we?”

Y/n stopped at a page, which reported the events of the crime scene of focus.

“You have a pattern in the way you work, Seavey.”

Christian grinned, “Is that so?”

“You always leave behind a clue, a card. The King of Hearts,” y/n pulled out a paper of photographs, placing it onto the table and sliding it towards Christian. Christian admired the photographs, captures of his signature card in different crime settings.

“There’s just one thing I haven’t figured out, just yet.”

Christian looked up, puffing a gust of air as a strand of his untamed hair fell onto his face.

“Why? Why all of this when you have so much? You have the money, the experience, the skill for so much more. What’s your intention, Seavey?”

Christian grinned, “I was waiting for that question. Why?”

He looked down at his handcuffed wrists, playing with the chain.

“Everyone’s addicted to something,” he began. “Kids these days can’t get off the screen, some people are addicted to alcohol, drugs.”

Y/n pulled out a pen, twisting it in her fingers, “What are you addicted to?”, she asked.

Christian looked up, a ghost of a smile on his face, “I like playing games.”

Y/n nodded, “What kind? You into Call of Duty? Racing games?”

Christian smirked in response, an underlying sinister meaning behind his expression, “No, not those kinds of games.”

Y/n sat up in her chair, curiosity sparking her next question, “Then what kind of games do you play?”

Christian’s smirk grew wider, as he displayed his wrists, free of the handcuffs, “The kind that gets you into trouble.”

Y/n immediately stood up, in sync with Christian, their metal chairs scraping across the floor. She pulled out her gun, pointing it straight at him, “Hands up.”

Christian lifted his hands slowly, laughing quietly. His hands flashed forward, hitting y/n’s elbow and allowing him to yank the gun out of her hands. He twisted it around, aiming it at her, “Ladies first.”

Christian eyed y/n’s hand as it gently brushed the table, reaching for the walkie talkie. “If you even do so much as think about touching that, it will be the last thing you’ll ever do.”

Y/n smiled, “Who said I was?”. Her fingers gripped onto a hidden pistol under the table and pulled it out, pointing it at Christian.

They remained unmoving, silently, face to face, their weapons pointing at each other, centimetres away from death.

“Put the gun down, Sergeant,” Christian spoke steadily.

Y/n gripped the gun with both hands, “You first.”

Christian sighed, “You and I both know, I’m the more experienced shooter. I could do this all day.”

Y/n remained silent, her fingers pulled the trigger.

Christian smirked, unphased, “How’s your friend, y/fr/n? I heard they’re in the hospital.”

Y/n faltered, glaring at him.

“Avenue Hospital? Near the middle of the city?”

“Stop.”

“Room 374, right?”

“If you even think about hurting them, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

“Follow my orders or start planning your friend’s funeral, the choice is yours,” he grinned cynically.

Y/n hesitated before gently lowering her gun, placing it on the table. The loud clang of the metal hitting the table resonated through the room. She lifted her hands up.

“Good. Now,” Christian gestured the gun towards the door, “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

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Life & Death Brigade (OBX x WDW) — Chapter Three: The Invitation

↳ A/N Although I'm trying this again, I am still aiming for 25 notes before the posting of the next chapter <3 comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you to those of you who are excited about this one - I appreciate you and you keep me going

↳ Summary: Life on Figure Eight is ordinary for Daniel. He’s got everything he could ask for: a huge family estate on the water, friends that love to party as much as he does, and a year round membership to the country club. But just when his life is starting to get predictable, Daniel finds himself caught up in a secret society run by none other than JJ Maybank and his group of empty pocket misfits.

↳ Word Count: 2709

↳ Pairings: Daniel Seavey x OC, Best Friend JJ Maybank x OC

↳ Warnings: A joke in passing surrounding sexual assault. This story deals with illegal activity of secret societies, underage drinking, some violence, societal class divides, and other similar topics. Nothing too crazy but read at your own discretion.

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Daniel had returned to his room that night in some sort of strange haze. His lips nearly tingled with the remnants of that stranger’s kiss and it somehow startled him more than he would have thought. Kissing strangers wasn’t odd for Daniel thanks to the crazy parties that often rose on Figure Eight on weekends – and he was a bit of an affectionate drunk if he had to admit it – but with the girl in the yellow coat who had snuck onto his yacht and stolen from him? That concept would be unheard of.

It kept him up most of the night, flicking between anger of the thievery and confusion of the kiss that startled his entitled composure to nothing more than that of a stumbling fool. His friends could never know that he had been played, kissed, and stolen from by a group from The Cut. By JJ Maybank’s group at that. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing. He would never live it down.

Daniel wasn’t an early riser – in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he rose before eleven – but without much sleep, his bed seemed like the worst place to stay any longer. Even his family was hardly awake when he reached the kitchen, already showered and dressed in Ralph Lauren, and ready to make himself a latte to go.

The white trimmed large paned windows of his back porch welcomed the sunrise over the calm water of the Atlantic shore and along the light toned floorboards of his family’s beachside estate. It was a view that would make most stop in the middle of their thoughts and pause a moment to admire the beauty of the ocean and morning dew brilliance of the sky, but Daniel had grown up with that exact picture perfect view since the very first days he could walk. He didn’t offer the rising sun a second glance as he poured his latte into his travel mug and switched off the coffee machine with a strained sigh.

He felt like a common businessman; getting into his car with his morning coffee before the sun had even completely risen over the horizon. At least his shiny white Tesla and perfectly frothed homemade vanilla almond milk latte offered a bit of class to his strange morning.

His friends would certainly not be up at this hour so Daniel didn’t bother to call any of them on his way to the country club. Instead, he let himself stew over the plan that his sleep deprived mind was piecing together with each street he passed by. His hands gripped tightly to his steering wheel, flexing around the cool leather as he was still stuck replaying the events of the night before. He wanted answers, and honestly, part of him wanted revenge.

The back of Kildare Island Country Club was almost the opposite from the front and Daniel stuck out like gold in the dirt as he walked around to the shipping and deliveries area. He had never before had a reason to enter the behind the scenes areas of the country club until that very day and despite the lingering stares from the employees that were waiting for the start of their morning shift, he walked with purpose. He nearly owned the damn place after all. Well, kind of.

The workers in dark blue polos and work slacks bustled past Daniel in and out of the back doors without looking at him – as if sparing him a glance would be punishable. There were from two different worlds and this was his territory. They didn’t have to utter a word to each other to know that. Daniel stayed slouched back against the white panelled siding, arms crossed over his chest, and narrowed eyes scanning each downcast face that scurried past him.

But it was only obvious that the young man he was waiting for had yet to arrive until the faint sound of the motorized bike grew louder from the distance. Looking out over the small back parking lot from the rear doors of the country club, Daniel watched as the grimy and rickety motor bike skidded around the corner and into one of the vacant parking spots. It wasn’t a motorcycle by any means and Daniel was sure that simply the look of it would make Harley Davidson’s founders roll in their graves. He pushed himself off the wall by his shoulder and waited all too patiently as JJ turned off his bike, toed the kickstand out, and then turned for the club.

At the sight of Daniel waiting between him and the door, JJ stopped in his tracks, his worn down shoes scuffing against the concrete for a moment.

“Lost, Seavey?” JJ tried.

“Just wanna talk.” Daniel answered, taking another casual step towards him.

JJ stayed in place, hiking his bag higher over his shoulder, “I have a shift to clock in for…I have a full eight hours of licking your shoes ahead of me. At least talk while I’m on shift so I can get paid to hear your bullshit.”

JJ went to step around Daniel but he was cut off, Daniel’s hand held out between them to stop him. The rear of the country club seemed to be drastically emptier as the remainder of the morning staff had already disappeared inside.

“The fuck, man?” JJ jabbed, exasperated, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“I wanna know who that girl was last night.”

“Bro,” JJ laughed humourlessly, “I don’t keep a running tab on what trust fund whores you bring home.”

“You know who I mean, JJ. The girl you were with last night…the one who kissed me.”

“What? You gonna charge us for sexual assault or something? Annoyed you weren’t asked for consent?” JJ feigned a little tremble in mocking fear. “Poor Dani.”

Daniel gave his shoulder an unimpressed shove, “Just answer my question.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere the way he had been taking the conversation, JJ sighed and tossed his hands in the air in mock surrender, “That was Morgan. What’s it to you?”

“She your girlfriend or something?”

“God no.” JJ shook his head, “We tried the whole dating thing and it was not for us. She’s more like my family. Best girl I’ve ever known in all of Outer Banks.”

Daniel nodded to himself, “Okay.”

“Is that all? Just want the gossip on some dirty folk from The Cut before your morning round? Life’s that boring, huh, Seavey?”

“I think I have the right to know who the person was who came onto my property and kissed me in the middle of my backyard.”

The edge to Daniel’s voice had a little smirk pricking at the corner of JJ’s mouth, “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think you deserve to know any more about Morgan. She’s my girl. The only person who truly knows how to keep up with me. My secret weapon. I don’t want you sticking your kiss-ass nose in places where it really doesn’t belong.”

Daniel seemed to brush over JJ’s mysterious explanation with a straight ask of, “What were you doing last night on my property?”

JJ crossed his arms over his chest and peered over at Daniel under the brim of his red baseball cap with a taunting smirk that was unmissable, “Don’t ask questions about things you can’t handle the answers for.”

“Says the one who trespassed onto my property, onto my yacht, and stole a bottle of champagne. Answer my question or I won’t hesitate to call the fucking cops and get your ass thrown back in jail. Don’t think your dad would take very well to another bail charge, would he now, JJ?”

JJ’s jaw clenched slightly and he shifted on his feet as if to pass his sudden nervousness off as a glimpse of unimpressed nature. He contemplated Daniel’s blackmail, tossing the situation around in his mind for a moment and weighing the options he had in front of him. Daniel waited patiently, as if he could tell that he was wearing him down from that one line, with tough arms crossed over his chest and blue eyes narrowed in serious concentration.

Time was ticking and there was no doubt that JJ was late for his shift because of this hold up but neither of them seemed too bothered by the passing of the hour in that moment. Neither wanted to break first. Daniel was silently betting his trust fund that he was going to make JJ break before he would.

Finally, JJ took a small step towards Daniel as if to share a secret and Daniel hesitantly leaned in a bit too.

“You really wanna know what we were doing last night?” JJ asked in a hushed voice.

Daniel refrained from rolling his eyes at the dramatics, “Yes.”

“Are you willing to agree to a few conditions before I disclose any information to you?”

“Shit, JJ,” Daniel sighed loudly and dropped his hands to his thighs in exasperation as he stepped away from him, “What the hell are you pulling here? Not like you have a fucking lawyer on speed dial on your goddamn flip phone.”

JJ raised his hands defensively, “Woah, with a bitchy attitude like that, you won’t get any answers outta me, bro. I don’t want any aggressive behaviour around here.”

JJ was nothing less than infuriating – his whole personality was enough to drive anyone to pull their hair out – and Daniel couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back in his head in exasperation even if someone bet money on him to try. JJ had the ability to manipulate people to do what he wanted but not in the malicious way that one might think; he was just all too good at persuasion and sly discourse to twist the conversation with ease. The true meaning behind the previous night’s trespass was not so easily seen to Daniel but JJ was holding his treasured secret like a federal vault.

“Why is this so hard for you to explain?” Daniel tried. “It’s a simple answer.”

“Oh, but it’s really not.” JJ answered coolly. “There’s so much that you don’t know, bro. So much that I’m not sure you can handle if I were to tell you.”

“Are you kidding me? Try me.”

“Do you agree to follow my terms?”

“Come on, man.” Daniel huffed.

“Are you in?” JJ pressed. “Or not.”

Daniel hesitated, crossing his arms across his chest and eyeing their nearby perimeter as if someone were to be used as a witness to this asinine conversation he was suffering through. It was all a big joke too JJ, Daniel thought. It was ridiculous.

“Yes, fine. I’m in.”

“Alright then.” JJ cracked an amused smile as he took a step back from Daniel, “You’re full of surprises, Seavey.”

“Well?”

“No cops. No friends. This must stay between you and me.”

“Okay. Fine.” Daniel was desperate, “Are you going to tell me now? I agreed.”

“In due time, trust fund baby.” JJ patted his hand on Daniel’s shoulder as he walked casually past him and towards the rear staff entrance of the clubhouse, “In due time.”

Daniel watched him walk off without a look back, his mouth agape in shock at the way he had just been played by some irrelevant guy from The Cut. But JJ had disappeared inside before Daniel could react, leaving him alone in the staff parking lot to try and wrap his mind around any sort of information he attempted to squeeze out of the boy. No cops. No friends. Daniel’s curiosity was getting the better of him and he found himself aiming to keep this mysterious secret until the truth was revealed.

Through all eighteen holes of golf with his four best friends, Daniel was distant and quiet which was quite unusual. He managed to dodge the questions or mockings from his friends the best he could without raising too much suspicion and passed his melancholies off on his ever present over-protective mother. It was a believable lie.

Even after the round of golf, the conversation in the locker room, and lunch at the clubhouse restaurant, JJ was no where to be seen. He was usually the busboy which made his presence common around their lunch time banter but Daniel had been keeping an eye out for him and was met with no success. Their conversation from that morning only grew his confusion with the final statement of ‘in due time’. What did that even mean? If JJ would have appeared in the vicinity, Daniel would have pulled him to the side and asked again but there was absolutely no sign of the sandy haired boy.

“Maybe he got fired.” Jonah stated, as if his friends had been reading Daniel’s mind.

He looked back to the table of them, sharing their own curious guesses as to where JJ was during what was supposed to be his mid-week shift. Daniel didn’t offer any statement as if sworn to secrecy by court of law and he merely focused on his lunch and kept his eyes downcast.

In fact, Daniel had his back up for so much of the day, that he declined the invitation to head over to Rafe’s for an afternoon surf. He was too tired from a sleepless night and too in his head from his morning confrontation but his friends didn’t need to know that. Apparently his friends weren’t allowed to know that. He was mocked by them for his decline, sharing teasing shoves and name calling which wasn’t unusual for the group to express themselves through, but they didn’t put up a fight. Instead, Daniel watched as his friends walked back to their luxury cars in the country club parking lot to head into the suburbs of Figure Eight.

When his friends had disappeared down the street, Daniel walked right back into the country club and up to the front desk. The woman behind the counter was Corbyn’s mother, often present on site when she could, and she greeted him with a smile.

“I was wondering if you could tell me if a staff member is on shift right now.” Daniel asked her without too much attention to the sharing of pleasantries.

“Do you have a complaint?” she asked worriedly.

“No, just curious.” Daniel played it off.

He gave JJ’s name and she looked through the computer system for his answer. He had clocked out only five minutes prior and he might still be on the property if he hurried around back to catch him.

But by the time Daniel had lapped the building to the employee’s parking lot, JJ and his motorized bike were missing.

Defeated and still no less confused, Daniel trudged back to his car. It was nearing mid-afternoon and he was honestly just tempted to go home and binge something on Netflix and order in, shutting himself out from the world. He unlocked his car with a quiet chirp of his keys and pulled open the door of his Tesla to get in behind the wheel.

The moment he sat down, he was barely able to let out a sigh before his eye was captured by the enlarged white envelope taped to his steering wheel and labeled with his name in messy penmanship.

D A N I E L

He froze a moment and looked around his general vicinity as if half expecting whoever broke into his car to come attack him but he was alone. The surrounding cars in the parking lot sat idle and silent and vacant. Daniel closed his door behind him and then ripped the envelope from the leather of his steering wheel to open and examine its contents.

A piece of cardstock and a black bandana fell onto his lap. With a grimace, Daniel lifted the creased bandana between thumb and forefinger and turned it around in his hands distastefully. It certainly wasn’t new and with a shutter, he tossed it onto the empty passenger seat beside him. The card was next and in the same ungraceful printing that had scrawled his name on the envelope came a simple yet mysterious note,

D—

Wait at the boneyard at 6pm tonight. Blindfolded. Tell no one.

—LDB

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Amoureux - Chapter One

A/N: I’m really excited for this one! I hope you are too! Reblogs are certainly appreciated 🥺🤍

Summary: Louisa Arielle Blanchet is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is more than anxious for his father to bring him home a bride once their engagement is finalized by their families. Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Real-life historical timelines and realities of England and France have been altered for the sake of the story. This story is strictly fictional and any similarities between characters and real-life historical figures is strictly coincidental and not intended. In depth historical research has been done throughout the writing process in order to aim to write as accurately as possible, however, I was not a part of this time period and therefore do not claim that anything written in this novel is 100% accurate by any means.

Palace of Versailles, France ~ July 23, 1820

“Louisa!”

Her mother’s shrill voice near echoed down the large domed hallway, her shoes clicking against the marble floor as she rushed to grab her eldest daughter by the arm to hurry her along. The Queen tisked distastefully at the dirt stains around the bottom hem of her daughter’s dress and did her best to try and tame the sixteen-year-old’s dishevelled strawberry blonde hair.

“You need to stop playing with your brother in the garden and stay inside. Look at you! Such a mess! Proper ladies do not frolic in the dirt.”

“It was just for a little while, Mama.” Louisa protested softly, glancing in the reflection of the massive gold framed mirror beside them, watching as her mother’s hands dusted the pollen from her shoulders and re-pinned her stray curls back up.

“Your father has no time for this nonsense. He has been expecting you!” The Queen’s hand grabbed her daughter’s wrist and tugged her off down the hallway at a brisk walk.

Louisa rose her gaze to the ceiling, watching the detailed paintings drift by as they passed underneath, each angel and cherub painted with a careful hand by the order of her ancestors smiling down at her. The massive crystal chandeliers were hung on twenty-foot delicate strings and Louisa often found herself questioning how hard of a hit with a pebble it would take to send one crashing down on her mother’s head. Especially at that moment, when she was ordered inside by her mother’s ear-splitting shriek from the palace gardens and she was now left to watch the tiny figure of her younger brother running among the trees by himself through the large pained windows. The future King of France; merely eleven years old and an absolute brat.

Louisa knew her place in her family well. She was a disappointment from the start as daughters were in no way desirable as the first born of a royal family. Her father was a kind man and adored having a daughter and the two of them had a close relationship, but Louisa couldn’t help but hate herself for what she couldn’t control. She would give anything to be on the throne of France herself, but it wasn’t realistic.

The Queen pulled her into a room off of the main hallway where The King was standing and waiting for them.

“Ah, mon coeur, there you are.” The King smiled at his daughter and welcomed her with a kiss to each cheek.

“Your daughter was dirtying herself in the garden.” The Queen explained distastefully, her hand still tightly around Louisa’s wrist.

“Your playtime will be coming to an end soon so it is beneficial for you to start to spend less time with your brother and more time learning how to be a future Queen.” Her father spoke gently, gesturing her to sit down on one of the chaise lounges in the center of the room.

Louisa pulled her arm from her mother’s grip and joined her father, smoothing down her dress to sit down, “I am no heir to the throne, so I do not understand why you are so concerned with how I spend my time.”

“Well, you may not be an heir to the throne of France, mon coeur, but I need to start thinking of the future of this nation and the role you must play as my eldest child.” The King explained gently as the Queen took a seat beside him. The servants brought over a tray of teacups and saucers and passed them to each member of the royal family.

Louisa was the only one who thanked them as she sat with her shoulders squared, knees together, and head perfectly straight, raising her cup to her lips and took a small sip.

“I have been writing with the King of England. His eldest son is of age now and is looking for a wife to produce heirs to the English throne.” The King continued.

Louisa set her teacup down a bit harder than intended onto the saucer in her hand, watching her father with narrowed eyes as he continued.

“Antoine will succeed me on the French throne and I only wish for you to be as powerful and successful as your younger brother.”

“I should expect my throne to be mine. I am the eldest, Papa.”

“You know it does not happen that way, mon coeur.” The King spoke softly, setting his teacup and saucer onto the small table between them. “France and England are the two most powerful nations in the world and a marriage between our families would only strengthen our kinship and reinforce peace.”

“England needs any reinforcements they can get after losing New England.” The Queen spoke under her breath.

“The United States of America now, Sophie.” The King corrected.

“Ridiculous.” The Queen muttered, taking a sip of her tea.

Louisa supressed her eyeroll.

“So, Louisa, my daughter, you will be sent to marry the future King of England.”

“I have not even met this man. What if he is awful and terrible and hideous?” Louisa asked quickly, panic starting to ensue within the idea of this arranged marriage.

“Would I ever put you at risk, mon coeur?” The King said softly. “This is tradition lasting centuries. Strategic diplomacy and a way for my beloved daughter to have the seat on the throne she has always dreamt about.”

“The French throne, Papa.” Louisa frowned, stirring her spoon around her tea haphazardly. “I do not want to be associated with a country who cannot keep their colonies.”

“Now, now, Louisa.” The King held up a hand to her. “You must be nice. Christian is a lovely young man and from what I have heard he is very excited to meet you. I expect you on your best behaviour.”

Louisa pursed her lips angrily, staring down at her tea that was growing cold.

“You have a responsibility as Princess.” The King continued. “It is without discussion that you will follow my orders to marry into the British royal family and bare successors to their throne.”

“And if I am absolutely repulsed by the man that I won’t look at him let alone bare his children?” Louisa taunted, her fiery personality bubbling to the surface, her nose upturned slightly in protest.

“Then France will be taken under British control. We will lose everything.” The King spoke sternly. “I want you to be happy, mon coeur, but you must do as I say. For the sake of France.”

Louisa’s entire body seemed to slouch with the realization of the dire importance of this marriage. She had always talked about how much she wanted to be Queen, but not like how her father was suggesting, not for England.

“You will be trained on how to be a proper lady before your departure.” The King continued.

“We expect no shame to be brought to this family by your actions, Louisa.” The Queen added. “No nonsense.”

“Yes, Mama, Papa.” Louisa whispered. The sixteen-year-old Princess reached for the small plate of desserts on the table, narrowing in on a pink pastry.

“You do not need to eat any more desserts, or you will never fit in your wedding dress.” The Queen said sharply to her daughter. Louisa scowled at her, dropping her hand.

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Passchendaele (d.s.) - I

A/N I literally couldn’t wait to post the first chapter. The excitement you all have shown me from only the prologue is absolutely astonishing. Here’s a very early chapter one dedicated to all of you <3 (Also, let me know if you think I should do a tag list after every chapter x)

April 12th, 1915

The clattering of the train down the rails was muffled by the closed window that Daniel peered out of, adjusting his thick uniform collar that sat snuggly around his neck. The vast fields of western Belgium sped past as the train made its way inland from the coastal city of Zeebrugge. The sky was a brilliant blue, fluffy white clouds dotting the horizon behind rows of farmland and quaint and quiet houses. The grass was a remarkable shade of green and the simple beauty of the surroundings brought a calm smile to Daniel’s face.

It had been 8 long weeks of intense training in the British countryside, packed into white tents with other eager men who enlisted around the same time as him. They learned quickly how to follow military discipline and drill training, were fitted for and received their uniforms, and most importantly, were heavily trained with artillery, each having a rifle and bayonet shoved into their arms. Said rifle sat propped against the seat of the train next to Daniel as he and D Company were being taken to a location to begin their first real battle on the front lines. He was trying to put his feelings into words on the parchment that was balanced on his lap, the pen quivering in his hand by the rickety movement of the train and making his words scrawl messily over the page. But even still, no words seemed to accurately describe the sickening uncertainty of what lay ahead.

The sound of the cabin door swinging open startled Daniel enough to drop the parchment to the ground as well as the photograph of Elizabeth that was resting on his lap as well. The young man that stood in the doorway seemed rattled, his brown hair shaggy and falling over his eyes, his cheeks pink, the rifle slung over his shoulder barely the size of himself as he lugged it and all his equipment into the train cabin.

“Is this seat taken?” he spoke breathlessly as if he had walked a mile.

“No. Feel free.” Daniel said, gesturing to the open space across from him.

He watched the boy with curious eyes as he plopped himself down and shoved his gear to the side with heavy clangs of metal on metal, the reckless swinging of the bayonet making Daniel shuffle away from him.

“My bad, mate.” The boy bent down and picked up the fallen photograph, taking a quick look before holding it out to Daniel. “She’s pretty. Is she your wife?”

“Girlfriend.” Daniel replied softly, taking the photograph back with a quick thanks. He pulled the flat tin case from his inside breast pocket and tucked the picture back inside, taking a one last fond look at Elizabeth’s gentle smile before he closed it and slid it back into his uniform.

“I wish I was lucky enough to have a girl.” The boy tisked playfully, kicking his feet up onto the bench he was sat on. He glanced out the window to watch the passing scenery.

Daniel, thinking he may as well make the best of a situation, continued the conversation, “Are you in D Company too then?”

“Yessir. D Company, Rifle Section of His Majesty’s Royal Army.”

“Me as well.” Daniel nodded once, offering out his hand, “Seavey.”

“Herron.” The boy grinned, taking his handshake. “But friends call me Zach.”

“Friends call me Daniel, I suppose.” he shrugged, sharing a small smile to his new friend.

“It’s good to have friends here.” Zach said, turning back out the window. He squinted in the sunlight, peering around the countryside like a child on an adventure, his nose almost pressed up against the glass. “This view really does not look like a war is going on.”

“It really doesn’t.” Daniel agreed.

“I wanted to enlist as soon as I heard. Those bloody Germans running around waving their weaponry like they own the world. It’s not even their battle to fight. Now we’re dragged into it as well.” Zach grumbled, trying to get comfortable on the train seat with all his equipment hugging his body tightly. His constant ungraceful adjustment of all the bags and belts made Daniel chuckle to himself. “Just punish the Serbians and get over it. They really started it anyway.” Zach tisked, finally resorting to tugging the cross-body belt over his head and tossed it onto the seat beside him with a heavy sigh.

“I know, it was awful to hear the news once Germany declared war but I’m looking forward to fighting for Britain. Gives me a bit of purpose in life I suppose.” Daniel shrugged, adjusting his cap on his head.

“Leaving your girl back home, seems brave.” Zach said. “Lots of men don’t come back.”

Daniel looked out the window casually, “I don’t know. I mean look out here. Do these bright fields look that terrible?”

“No but these do.” Zach gestured to the rifle resting against the seat beside him.

“I just don’t think the King would ship us all out for us to return in body bags. We came here to serve our country.”

“I suppose.” Zach shrugged. He fell back against the seat in thought, his brown eyes focussed out of the window as he pressed a hand to his chest, “I’m just thrilled for an adventure. Maybe I’ll get a medal pinned onto my breast by the King himself. Imagine that.”

“Might be a stretch there, mate.” Daniel chuckled, tucking the unfinished letter in his pocket as the train began to slow down. “But I get the excitement. Fight for the King, push back the enemy, and get home in a few short months. What could be better?”

The train lurched to a halt outside a small Belgian town and Daniel could see smoke rising from some of the chimneys in the stone houses, various troops marching through the cobblestone streets in the distance.

“Everyone out. Line up on the station walk. Let’s move, men.”

Daniel and Zach rushed to gather their equipment as the Captain shouted orders outside the train. Daniel took the lead, following the mass of uniformed soldiers out of the car and into the cool spring air. The smell wasn’t as fresh as it was expected, a sharp scent of gunpowder wafting through the springtime breeze, but without a word, Zach and Daniel joined the line of soldiers in 2 by 2 rows. The man at the front of the rows stood tall and broad, hands locked behind his back and legs spread just enough for his feet to be shoulder width apart. Two golden stars were pinned to his epaulettes of his perfectly smooth uniform, labelling him the Lieutenant of D Company that was disembarking the train and rushing to line up in preparation of whatever was to come. His cap hid a head of light brown hair, shading his full eyebrows that were knotted together as he focussed on his men, his serious scowl mirrored by the lower ranking officers standing on his either side.

When the train was empty, he finally spoke, his voice booming across the train station at a power that demanded no less than respect to his command, “For those imbeciles who have not been paying attention these past 8 weeks and do not know who I am, allow me to prepare your obituaries now. There is no way you will survive this war without focussing all your attention on and obeying every command of the officers above you, myself included. I am Lieutenant Marais. You may refer to me as such or as simply Lieutenant. I am in charge of D Company and I expect each of you to be intelligent enough to follow my instruction and trust my experience and command.”

Daniel and Zach glanced at each other as they stood at attention to their commander. Zach seemed much smaller when they were both standing, and his full pink cheeks made Daniel want to question how old he was. But that was for another time. He focussed his attention back on their Lieutenant, his finger tapping anxiously on the butt of his rifle.

“Today we will be digging trenches near the front lines and you will be standing guard there until further notice from the General. I suspect a few weeks, but it could be months. It’s a few kilometres walk but I do not doubt that you all are perfectly capable. Stay in formation and follow the truck that is stopped in the town centre, from there we will lead you to the front lines. Welcome to battle, gentlemen.”

The rows of the soldiers each saluted the Lieutenant in time with each other, the sound of hands hitting the thick fabric of the uniform trousers as they dropped their hands to their sides echoing through the small train station.

“I came here to fight not be a damn trench architect.” Zach grumbled as he and Daniel marched side by side with their company towards the truck a few metres away.

“You can’t expect to fight without anything to fight from.” Daniel whispered.

“I suppose.” Zach sighed.

D Company marched after the slow driving truck out of the town and farther into the fields of Belgium. Daniel couldn’t help but keep his eyes on the dark, low-lying clouds a few kilometres off from where they stood as they headed towards them. Something told him they weren’t really clouds.

[chilling-seavey]

Passchendaele - XIII

A/N Another chapter ahead of schedule because I’ve been making good writing progress :)

T/W Mentions of physical and emotional war trauma

Daniel kept silent, staring down at Elizabeth’s soft face, expressionlessly, his cap clutched tightly in his hands.

“You’re looking at me like I’m broken.” she spoke softly, cracking a small smile up at him from the hospital bed, her green eyes tired and framed with red from the gas attack, her voice still rough around the edges.

“Well, you are a little.” Daniel mumbled from his spot on the wooden chair beside her.

“What a charmer.” Elizabeth tisked, reaching for his hand and he let her intertwine their fingers.

Daniel smiled a little, looking down at their hands. After being taken from the battlefields, unconscious from lack of oxygen as her airways were closing over, the hospital treated Elizabeth well and soon she was breathing just fine again. Of course, her true identity was revealed in the hospital, earning her a ticket back to England as soon as she was fully recovered.

Even still, Elizabeth was more than pleased with herself for making it a full day on the front lines, being able to fight alongside the men for her country.

“Mother is going to be pleased with me for what I did.” Elizabeth smiled to herself, running her thumb over Daniel’s hand.

“She is going to be furious. What if you died?” Daniel asked sharply.

“No reason to worry more about me than you.” Elizabeth shrugged.

“I have way more of a reason to worry about you.” Daniel whispered, “I almost watched you die in front of me.”

“Zach said you were hysteric.” Elizabeth giggled.

“This isn’t funny, Elizabeth.” Daniel said sternly.

“I’m sorry, my love.” she whispered, pulling his hand closer to make him shuffle nearer, “I’m alright though. Now I get to go home and wait for you.”

Daniel sighed as he watched her kiss the back of his hand before resting their hands against her chest. They fell into silence.

“Elizabeth…” Daniel breathed, closing his eyes tightly. She waited for him to continue, keeping her gaze on his obviously stressed expression. He bit lightly at his lip before speaking cautiously, “I don’t know if I can…if I can keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” Elizabeth frowned.

“Fighting out here.” Daniel’s voice was trembling, and he swallowed back his forming tears with a glance around the bustling hospital.

“Don’t say that. You’re doing so well. Making us all so proud. This is what you wanted, remember?” Elizabeth gave his hand a squeeze.

“But I didn’t want this.” Daniel gestured to her laying in the hospital bed with his free hand. “And I didn’t want to hold my friends while they…” he faded out, squeezing his eyes shut to hold back his tears.

No one wanted to see a man cry. His father had told him so plenty of times.

“And what if I don’t make it home to you?” Daniel breathed.

“Daniel Seavey. Don’t you say that.” Elizabeth scolded.

“But Jack was so set on making it home and with one shot he just…” Daniel took a deep breath, looking up to the tall ceiling to try and calm down. “Who’s to say it won’t be me next?”

Elizabeth sighed, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, setting both her hands over his one against her chest. She kept her eyes on him, worry etched onto her tired features as she watched him battle with himself to hold back his tears.

“You can cry, you know?”

Daniel shook his head, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose and took a trembling breath before shifting in the wooden chair, looking down at her as strongly as he could, “I’m okay.”

Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows, disbelieving, watching how his blue eyes were shimmering in the afternoon sun that leaked through the stained-glass windows, his brown hair matted down across his forehead with mud and dried sweat. He wasn’t same sweet, careful boy she had fallen for a year before; but she loved him just as strongly.

“Listen to me, darling,” Elizabeth forced herself into a sitting position on the rickety metal bed, shifting a little bit to face him, taking both his hands in hers, running her thumbs over his callused hands. She paused her statement to tilt his chin up so he was looking at her, resting her palm against his cheek and he leaned habitually into her gentle touch, “You keep doing what you’re doing out here. You’re an amazing soldier, an amazing man – my amazing man – and I’m so proud of you, you know?”

She ran her thumb over his cheek and kept his deep eye contact, his lip between his teeth as he searched her promising face for any sort of hesitation.

“Marry me.” Daniel whispered after a moment.

Elizabeth laughed lightly, dropping her hand back into his, “Ask me again when you get home to me, okay?”

“No. I need to ask now.”

“Daniel, I’m not answering that question until you’re home again. You’re going to be home again. You’re going to be home again in my mother’s back garden in your freshly ironed trousers and my favourite blue button up dress shirt you like to wear and you’re going to ask me to marry you there.” Elizabeth smiled softly at him, brushing a hand through his tangled hair, “Not here, in a front-line hospital when you’re drenched in dirt and blood and sweat and feeling hopeless. What kind of romance is that?”

“Ours.” Daniel whimpered, his voice breaking and his bottom lip trembling as he dropped his gaze to their hands together on the side of the hospital bed.

Elizabeth took his chin in her hand and brought his lips to hers. He leaned in closer, kissing her with more desperation, his eyes scrunched closed as his heart beat hard in his chest. He pulled back with a small breathless gasp, eyes opening to lock on hers.

Their moment was interrupted by someone clearing their throat from the foot of the bed and they both turned quickly to see the Lieutenant Colonel standing there.

“Christian.” Daniel whispered mostly to himself, standing up quickly to offer a salute to his officer. Elizabeth set herself back against the metal headboard, hesitantly moving under the serious stare of the broad man in front of her, being her first time formally meeting the eldest Seavey brother.

“That’s fine, Private.” Christian waved him back, giving him permission to sit down again.

Daniel kept his eyes on his brother as he sat down again, letting his hand fall into Elizabeth’s.

“Good to see that you are doing well, Miss Fisher.” Christian spoke strongly, his hands held tightly behind his back.

“Thank you.” Elizabeth pulled a small smile, glancing to Daniel has he clung tightly onto her hand.

“What are you doing here?” Daniel asked his brother.

“The Division is moving forward. We got notice from Army Command that we are to attempt to break through German lines farther west so we will be setting up camp farther inland, around the town of Passchendaele. You have heard of it, I’m sure.”

“Yessir.” Daniel spoke slowly.

“You will return with me and we will make our way to the new front lines before nightfall. Additional trenches will need to be dug so we need all men on hand.”

“I’m not leaving Elizabeth.” Daniel spoke strongly.

“Dani.” Elizabeth whispered sharply.

“It’s a direct order from Army Command, Private. You will return to the Battalion with me and travel with us to help capture Passchendaele. Immediately.” Christian barely even blinked, staring down his nose at the young couple in front of him, eyes glancing only for a second at Daniel’s hand wrapped securely around the girl’s.

“No.” Daniel said through his teeth, glaring angrily at his older brother, his whole body starting to tremble as he had been holding in his tears for a while.

Christian took a breath, glancing between the two of them, “Not following orders is considered treason and it can be punishable by law.”

“What are you saying?” Daniel asked slowly.

“If you do not obey my orders, I will have no choice but to put you under military arrest.”

“Daniel.” Elizabeth gaped, turning to him, concern spread all over her face.

“I am not leaving Elizabeth.” Daniel repeated slowly.

“You have two minutes to say goodbye. If you are not outside with me by then, I will turn you in for resisting orders and you will be arrested for treason.” Christian took one step back, keeping his dark blue eyes on his younger brother before looking to Elizabeth for a moment before turning on his heel and marching towards the doors, his boots echoing through the nave of the church.

“Christ.” Daniel exhaled deeply, holding his face in his hands.

“It’s not a difficult decision. You’re going with him.” Elizabeth said strongly.

“I can’t leave you again.” Daniel’s voice broke as he looked back up at her.

“And I can’t bare to see you in jail, darling. Don’t be stupid about this.”

“This is stupid!” Daniel said loudly, making a few patients and nurses look their way. He lowered his voice, “This whole war is bloody awful.”

“Listen to your brother.” Elizabeth whispered, ignoring his futile attempt to change the ways of the world. She slid her hand into his, “Stay safe.”

“No. Elizabeth, no.” Daniel said through his teeth. 

“You don’t have a choice here.”

“Lizzie-”

“Daniel, you don’t have much time. If you get arrested, we can’t get married. Think about that, please. Just promise to write me and kiss me goodbye.”

Daniel pulled his mouth into a tight line in thought before he nodded once, “I will.”

He stood up, arranging his equipment on his uniform. Elizabeth smiled sadly at him, keeping her hand in his for as long as she could.

He leaned down, hesitating a moment as he looked at her, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” she smiled, welcoming his strong kiss as her hand squeezed his lovingly. He pulled back slowly, her free hand raising to caress his cheek, “You’ll be home before you know it.”

“I’ll write you every day.”

“Take good care of Zach.”

“Always do.” Daniel chuckled, stopping to kiss her once more.

He stood up, taking a moment to admire her, a frown on his lips as he brushed his left hand through her short blonde hair, still as soft as he always remembered it. Elizabeth brought his right hand to her lips and pressed a lingering kiss to his skin before sending him a warm smile.

“I love you.” she whispered.

“I love you.” Daniel couldn’t help but smile at her. He took a small step back, feeling her hand fall out of his as the distance grew between them.

“I’ll see you soon, darling.” Elizabeth called softly; their eyes locked as he backed slowly to the narrow aisle at the end of her bed. They paused a moment in perfect silence before Daniel dropped his eyes to the marble flooring and turned for the door without a look back. 

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Passchendaele - XIV

A/N I wrote this chapter in my backyard on a beautifully sunny day...I got my first sunburn from that...

T/W Mentions of death

Daniel kept his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window at the grim yet sunny surroundings as Christian drove them back towards the Ypres Salient to prepare for the advance. His mind was focussed on Elizabeth and his heart ached with how much he missed her even after only just parting. She might have been safe in the hospital, about to be sent back to England, but it didn’t make leaving her easier. Daniel leaned his left arm against the door of the truck, the uneven terrain making it difficult to even sit still and he pressed his hand to his eyes to keep from crying, wishing he never enlisted in the first place.

“Men don’t cry, Seavey.” Christian snapped from the driver’s side, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched with aggravation as he stared straight ahead.

Daniel ignored him, his anger near boiling over with how much he despised this new version of his brother he was given when he was sent over. He was no where near what he was like back home and the intensity of him made Daniel sick with hatred. Hatred that he forced onto his brother as a subconscious projection of his own internal feelings.  

“You better get rid of this mood swing before we get to camp. You’re acting like a woman.” Christian grumbled.

“Shut up.” Daniel said through his teeth. “I came with you, didn’t I? That’s what you wanted.”

“I wanted one of my men but instead it appears I left with nothing more than a hormonal female. Man up, Private, this war has no room for your tears.”

Daniel jumped out of the truck before Christian could even put it in park, slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he stormed off towards camp where more of the soldiers were packing up, the tents and supplies already loaded into trucks. Zach and Corbyn were tying a tarp over one of the truck beds, Zach holding it down as Corbyn stood on top of it, shirtless, a cigarette balanced between his lips has he tied the rope securely. He glanced up at Daniel who was approaching them quickly.

“How’s the sweetheart?” Corbyn asked, sending him a crooked smile.

“Fine.” Daniel answered dryly. “How can I help?”

“We are actually done here, I think.” Corbyn jumped onto the ground and took a step back to admire his handiwork. He rubbed his hands together before taking the cigarette from his mouth and took one last drag before stomping it out on the ground.

“Elizabeth is okay, right?” Zach asked quickly, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked up at Daniel.

“She’s fine, yeah. They’re sending her home at the end of the week.” Daniel said, setting his hands on his hips but kept his stare on the loaded truck.

“That’s good then.” Zach mumbled, glancing over to Corbyn who shrugged in response to Daniel’s obvious edge.

The three made their way to the transport truck, piling in with other men from their battalion in preparation to move farther inland to their next destination. Daniel couldn’t deny he was relieved to leave Ypres as it had not treated them nicely although it was a given that wherever they were taken next wouldn’t be much better either.

The morale had generally gone down amongst their group after spending almost two months in the battlefields, exposed to the elements and the utter brutality of humans. The drive without Jack’s usual witty humour was not the same and everyone seemed to sit in silence for most of the drive. Daniel bit the inside of his cheek to keep his emotions at bay, his eyes focussed forward out of the front window of the truck as they drove steadily northwest. The low-lying clouds in the distance were dark grey and flashes of thunder could be seen over the generally flat land in front of them. The short drive took much longer than it should have as navigating No Mans Land by truck wasn’t an easy feat.

The craters that littered the upturned earth were terribly deep and most were filled with rainwater, unclaimed waterlogged bodies rotting in the mud and now home to the rats and other creatures infesting the open flesh. It barely even phased them anymore, Daniel’s eyes barely giving a second glance to the plentiful dead along their trip. It was also getting hard to navigate around them, the driver ending up having to roll right over the bodies, each excess bump simply keeping the men on board that much more silent. There was simply nothing to speak about.

The rolls of thunder got louder as they drove right towards the heart of the storm, the grey skies starting to engulf them. Daniel reached into his jacket and pulled out his metal tin, opening it to reveal the photograph of Elizabeth over top a few stacks of blank parchment. He smiled softly as he ran his fingertips over the image; already missing her terribly, especially after such a rushed goodbye. He honestly couldn’t wait to be on the boat home to her.

He remembered Lieutenant Marais speaking of dispatches before Christmas if the Ypres Salient went well and if the Germans were retreating back towards Passchendaele…wasn’t that the best news yet? Where were their dispatches? Daniel closed his tin a bit harder than intended with annoyance and tucked it back into the inside pocket of his uniform jacket. He didn’t want to curse the dead but his frustration of still being forced through the war was nearly eating him alive and the sense of false hope was certainly no help.

They were five minutes from their destination, the rain coming down steadily around them as they gathered their things, falling against the fabric covering the truck with heavy drops like a drum rolling with anticipation.        

“Why is it always raining when we travel?” Zach grumbled as the truck came to a stop and they started filing out, joining the other soldiers along the rain-soaked ground.

“God is spiting us.” Corbyn sighed, ducking his head as he stepped out of the truck into the cold rain.

“God is testing our strength.” Daniel corrected softly, following the men into the beginnings of the trenches. At times like this, faith seemed to be the only thing Daniel had left but even that seemed to be dwindling sometimes.

The Lieutenant Colonel led them farther along the line as the sun began to set behind the rain clouds, the mud under their feet squelching with each step as if trying to pull them under. Daniel kept his face straight-lined, staring daggers into his brother’s back as they walked on, his hair plastered to his forehead with rain that dripped along his cheeks and down his back as Christian walked under a black umbrella.

The New Zealanders and Australians had taken that station of the front-line weeks earlier, fighting long and hard from those same trenches and a few of their remaining men stared at the British as they passed.

“We will be repairing the trenches and the duckboards.” Christian halted and turned to face his men, a few of them bumping into each other with the sudden stop. He tapped his boot against the pieces of wood that lined the bottom of the trench, mostly being swallowed up by the mud and not achieving their purpose. “Be careful when pulling these pieces from the ground…shipments are tight and there are no new supplies. We must reuse all we have.”

No one protested, the line up of men staring at their officer through the sheets of rain, uniforms soaked through.

���Get on with it.” Christian snapped, stepping to the side to encourage them on.

Daniel didn’t even look at him as he walked past to find an empty place to start, Corbyn and Zach following him. The three knelt down in the soft mud and began pulling wood from the ground and stacking them up, the rain rinsing the planks with ease. They worked quietly, the thunder and heavy rain drowning out any possibility for conversation and the waning hours demanding all their energy.

Zach’s sudden shriek had everyone looking over at him as he fell back against the soaked ground, a half rotten hand topping next to him from where he had been digging.

“Bloody hell, what is that?” he cried loudly, the first voice heard in a while.

“You came across a grave, Private Herron. Just deep digging.” The Lieutenant Colonel ordered coolly, stomping right past them, splashing mud over the men’s uniforms and faces.

“Bastard.” Daniel spat under his breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. It didn’t do much to clean him, only smudging more dirt over his already soaked through skin. From his peripheral vision he could see Christian stop a moment and turn to look down at his brother, but Daniel kept his head down, not giving him the satisfaction to know he was getting to him. He just kept working, digging his hands into the cold ground as the rain plummeted around them. 

Christian’s tired sigh couldn’t be heard over the sound of the rain as he continued walking down the line.