#oc: blossom bellamy

[hawkinsglasscloset]

Practice Run (OC X Canon Kiss Week 2024)

Word count: 2k

Warning: none

A/n: My second collab with the most amazing @mrprettywhenhecries for @theocxcanonweek day 6: An Intimate Moment. This is part of our Stranger Timeline Verse with Stranger Things characters. Hope you all enjoy it <3

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"If you had to pick a boy from school to date... who would you pick?" Blossom asked, not sure if she'd wanna know the answer. She was lying on her stomach, flipping through a magazine in Robin's bedroom where they held one of many slumber parties.

"Uh..." Robin hesitated, not knowing what to say. She was so tired of lying to her best friend about her feelings, but what was she supposed to say? That she was in love with her?

"I don't think I'd pick anyone. They're all either ugly or boring, the only nice and sorta good-looking one is Dustin but he's too young for me," Blossom murmured. Truth was she never liked a girl before, but when Robin was there she felt... something different.

"Yeah, me either. They're all too... immature," she exclaimed, glad that Blossom had answered the way she had, not only to find out she didn't like anyone else, but so she could latch onto her answer as well.

Blossom sat up to face Robin with a little smirk. "But have you ever dated anyone?" The question definitely had ulterior motives, she desperately wanted to know if her friend liked someone and if so, what her type was.

"Not... exactly. Okay, no, I haven't," Robin exclaimed, making a face. "Have you?" She wondered reluctantly.

"I've dated one guy but it didn't last too long..." Blossom murmured. "It was just a little weird with him, you know? Like that's not how it's meant to be."

“Oh?” Robin asked, perking up before quickly clearing her throat. “I mean, why was it weird?” She asked, crossing her legs under her.

"He didn't treat me like I wanted to be treated, I felt attracted to him, but... it's like boys have a few nice bits and are attached to the rest, which is trash." 

Robin couldn’t help but laugh. “I won’t disagree with you there,” she snorted.

"But um... does that mean you never kissed a boy before?" Blossom asked, feeling a little flutter in her stomach, even though she didn't fully understand it.

“I’ve… never kissed anyone,” she admitted, her face flaring brightly and suddenly feeling very hot, her palms starting to sweat.

A little gasp left Blossom's lips when she noticed how flushed (and absolutely adorable) her friend was.  

"That's okay, everyone has their moment, nothing wrong with that," she assured. "But I don't get it. You're so beautiful, you're like... waking up in the morning and seeing the most wonderful day out the window. Your smile is like the sun, your freckles are so cute, and your eyes are gorgeous! Who wouldn't wanna kiss you?"

“I—“ Robin’s voice faltered and she only felt more flustered. “I’m none of those things!” She exclaimed, bleating an awkward laugh.

"You are though, you're also intelligent and funny and kind. You're like the whole package, anyone who doesn't ask you out is stupid."  

Oh my God, it's me... I'm stupid, was all Blossom could think.

“You’re biased cause you’re my friend,” Robin argued, trying to calm her racing heart. Why did it feel like her friend meant all those things she’d said… in more than a friendly way? 

"If you were ugly and uninteresting, I could've just kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't hurt your feelings," Blossom pointed out. "I'm not the most experienced kisser ever, but I mean... I know a few things if you ever want tips."

"Oh, uh, what kind of tips?" Robin asked, intrigued, but a little nervous.

"I don't know, like what to do with your tongue and your hands... stuff I wish I knew before," Blossom shrugged.

"Okay, I guess I could use all the help I can get, though I really doubt I'll be kissing anyone soon..." she mumbled.

"You never know. I'd tell you to let the other person take the lead. Your tongue shouldn't be too present, but also not stiff. Try to caress the neck or the hair with your hands so it adds to the sensation."

"Wait, how do you mean, your tongue shouldn't be stiff?" Robin chuckled, a little confused by her explanation.

"If can't be stiff, like hard. It needs to be relaxed, but not relaxed like a thirsty dog just... soft."

"I think I get what you mean, but it's hard to really understand without doing it, I guess," Robin mumbled, looking down at her legs when she realized how that sounded -- like she wanted Blossom to show her.

"Why don't you try it? I can show you... just for practice," the other girl suggested, trying to sound extra casual, as if she wouldn't jump at the first chance to kiss her best friend.

Robin's face flared bright red. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, swallowing thickly, hastily trying to work moisture back into her mouth.

"Sorry, that was a stupid idea. I'm so sorry, I just thought... it would be easier to show you with practice," Blossom had to resist the urge to hide under a pillow, she felt like such a creep. 

"N-no! No, it's okay! It just took me by surprise is all," Robin exclaimed quickly, not wanting her friend to feel bad. However, she also didn't want her to know how eager she was to kiss her. "We can do that," she said, having to take a steadying breath.

"You don't have to if you think it would be gross or something," Blossom murmured, moving closer to her and taking her hand.

"I don't think it would be gross," Robin assured her, a little too insistently. "So... how do we...?" She murmured, barely able to breathe as they shifted closer.

"Just relax and give it a try like this," Blossom whispered slowly approaching her until their lips touched softly. The kiss was slow and delicate, almost as if they moved in slow motion. 

Robin didn't think her face could get any hotter, she nearly felt as if she were about to faint. Blossom's lips were softer than she could imagine, and she had imagined.

Slowly, Blossom parted her lips and her tongue found Robin's. She didn't mind her inexperience, it didn't take away from the moment and how amazing it felt. That was definitely what a kiss was meant to feel like.

“Oh—“ Robin gasped as her friend's tongue brushed softly against hers, but she didn’t pull away, her hands balling in the blanket beneath her, fighting the urge to kiss her deeper and make a fool of herself by shoving her tongue down her throat.

"That was pretty good," Blossom finally pulled away, looking quite red in the face. "But you can use more of your tongue, that was a little shy. Let's try one more time."

“I was just afraid of-of using too much,” Robin replied shakily, wetting her lips before leaning back in.

"It's okay, if it's too much, I'll let you know," Blossom murmured, burying her fingers into the other girl's hair. This kiss felt more passionate, more heated. Even though it was just for practice... of course.

Robin's breath hitched as she leaned into the kiss, feeling a little more confident this time, her hands grasping at the other girl's waist, losing herself for a moment in the kiss.

And just like that, nothing else mattered, it felt like they were meant to be, two princesses in a romance novel. Nothing had ever felt more right. "Yeah, I think you got it," Blossom breathed. "That was perfect."

"Oh, right," Robin breathed, coming back to her senses as they parted, remembering that this was just practice and that it wasn't supposed to mean anything. "You really think so?" she asked, trying to steady her voice, not wanting her friend to catch the hint of disappointment behind her words.

"I do, I think anyone would be very lucky to kiss you," Blossom said, fighting tears as she realized Robin would probably never want to kiss her again. Maybe she should've lied and said it wasn't good enough... just to get a few more practice runs.

"Wait, B, are you okay?" Robin exclaimed, noticing the tears caught in her lashes. "What's wrong?" She asked, her chest suddenly tight with worry, afraid she'd upset her.

"I'm fine, really, I'm okay," Blossom nodded, wiping her eyes quickly and looking the other way. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. So silly."

"Hey, you're not silly," Robin insisted, gently turning the other girl's face back to her and instinctively reaching out to brush the tears from her cheek. "Please tell me?" She whispered.

"I can't," she murmured, more tears rolling down her cheeks. "If I tell you, you might never wanna see me again or be my friend and I can't do that."

"Nothing you could tell me would make me not wanna be your friend anymore," Robin assured her, nearly choking on her words, her hands still cupping her friend's face. "Even if you killed someone. I'd help you hide the body," she joked though her voice wavered.

"I never felt like this before," Blossom started, taking a deep breath to gather the courage to admit what had been in her mind for months. "But when I'm with you it's like the rest of the world doesn't matter and everything is perfect. You fix what I never knew was broken... I like you."

Robin blinked. She suddenly felt like she'd been dunked in an ice bath. She had to be dreaming. All the times she'd imagined Blossom saying those words, she'd never really thought it would happen. 

"You... do?" She breathed, almost afraid to speak, afraid if she did the bubble would pop and the dream would end.

"I do, I think you're the coolest, most amazing, prettiest girl in the world. Not an army of Daryl Hannahs and Sissy Spaceks could change my mind. Your laugh and your voice are the first things I wanna hear in the morning and the last I wanna hear before bed."

Robin's eyes fluttered, a tear rolling down her cheek and when she opened her mouth to speak a sob came out instead. "I like you too, Blossom," she finally whispered, her voice cracking. "I've liked you for so long, but I was afraid--"

"I was afraid! I thought you liked that boy from Canada you told me about. I didn't know exactly what was going on, I've liked boys before, but I like you. I don't know if that means I'm a lesbian... a half lesbian? Is there such thing as a half lesbian?"

"I only made him up because I didn't want you to think I was pathetic. This whole time, I only liked you," Robin exclaimed, letting out a wet laugh. "I think that means you're bisexual," she said, pressing an overjoyed kiss to Blossom's mouth, kissing her urgently.

The other girl, in turn, kissed her back with the same enthusiasm, almost getting on top of her as she caressed the back of her neck and her dirty blonde hair.  

"You could never be pathetic, you're like... like a gorgeous mermaid goddess that I can't get enough of," she giggled.

Robin let out a full-bodied laugh. "You're the gorgeous mermaid goddess!" she exclaimed, kissing all over Blossom's face giddily. "Fuck, I can't believe this is really happening!" she cried, holding tightly to the other girl.

"Me neither, you're like a dream," Blossom leaned against her shoulder. "I wanna keep you all to myself and never share with anyone ever again."

"I'm okay with that," Robin laughed. "Does that mean... we're girlfriends?" she wondered, falling to the bed with the other girl in her arms.

"I think it does... we're girlfriends!" Blossom shrieked in excitement. "You're all mine now! This is perfect."

Robin couldn't stop the giddy laughter that filled her chest and she pressed her forehead to her girlfriend's, her cheeks hurting from how much she was smiling. "You know... I think I might need some more practice at this kissing thing. Think you could help me some more?" She teased, tracing the line of Blossom's jaw with her finger.

"What sort of teacher would I be if I refused?" She winked, pulling her closer again.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

ghost stories

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC) // Eddie Munson ✘ Lydia Bellamy (OC) // Robin Buckley ✘ Blossom Bellamy (OC)

⇾ w.c. 3.5k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairings, spooky stories, drinking, suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ⇾ a/n. a little halloween collaboration with @super-unpredictable98/@hawkinsglasscloset, featuring my Winnie and her Lydia and Blossom.

"Wow, great place to get murdered. Nice one, Win," Blossom huffed as Billy parked in front of the lonely cabin. 

"Chicken!" Lydia teased. "What’re you scared of?  This is the middle of nowhere, nobody will come here to kill you." 

"That is precisely why someone might come here to kill me!  I've never done drugs, I never drank alcohol or smoked, my organs are valuable!" Blossom cried.

“Oh, come on!” Win exclaimed, grinning as she got out, excited for their weekend away. “It’s not as bad as it looks!” she insisted, opening the door for Blossom.  

"You're right... it's worse!"  Blossom walked in and ran her finger over the mirror right by the door.  "Not only is it creepy, it's filthy too. Only you guys can drag me to these things."

“It just needs a quick dusting, that’s all,” Win said with a shrug, opening the curtains to a cloud of dust. 

“Don’t worry so much, B,” Robin said, joining her girlfriend inside, bringing their bags in. “We’re gunna have fun!”

"I hope so."  Blossom softened seeing her girlfriend. " Anywhere is perfect with you."

Eddie’s van pulled up moments later, parking behind the Camaro.  “Hey, guess I wasn’t as late as I thought I’d be,” he said, grinning excitedly as he jumped down from the driver’s seat.

"Hey, sexy!" Lydia called, rushing to greet her boyfriend, practically jumping into his arms.

“Hey, missed you,” Eddie exclaimed, lifting her off her feet, greeting her with a kiss.

"Missed you too!" Lydia took his arm once he set her back down. "I can't wait to have you holding me in front of the fire while we make s'mores."

“Mmm, sounds perfect,” Eddie mused, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “Then we can go back to our room and have some fun,” he drawled, his hands slipping down to give her backside a squeeze. 

"Aaah!  You naughty boy!" Lydia giggled, giving his hair a little tug. "Come on, it's getting cold out here."

"Don't want my lady getting a chill now, do we?" Eddie asked, shutting the driver's side door and pulling open the side panel to unpack the supplies. "Can you help me carry in the food, babe?" he asked, handing her one of the large canvas bags while he grabbed the large cooler. 

"Yeah, but that'll cost you a treat," Lydia winked before taking the bag to the cabin. "A special secret treat."

"Oh?" Eddie chuckled, tilting his head as he followed her inside. 

"This place is awesome, so cozy," Billy mused as he brought his bag and Win's inside, joining the others. 

“I knew you’d like it,” Win said, letting her eyes roam the room.

"Perfect place, nobody can hear you screaming my name," Billy whispered teasingly, leaning into her. 

“Yeah, other than our friends,” she pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, I have a feeling they’ll be a little too preoccupied to notice,” he replied with a smirk, pulling her down with him to the old dusty couch. "They'll be busy playing their own dirty games."

Win laughed, collapsing into his lap. "I guess that’s true," she agreed, fighting back a grin.

“It’ll be a nice break from everything,” Robin said, pressing a kiss to Blossom’s temple.

"A break from Steve," Blossom laughed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "I could use a warm shower."

"I hope his date goes well," Robin said.  As much as she loved teasing Steve about his string of bad luck with women, she did hope he could find someone that made him as happy as Blossom made her.  "Why don't you take a quick shower and we'll get a fire going," she offered.

"I hope so too, he's so nice, he deserves it," Blossom nodded, stealing a kiss and turning to find the bathroom.

"Have a nice shower," Robin called, giving Blossom's ass a soft smack as she walked away. "Okay, who wants to help me start a fire?" she exclaimed, heading for the hearth.

"I will," Billy offered, giving Win a quick snuggle a kiss to the tip of her nose before getting up to help Robin get wood for the fireplace.

Win scrunched her nose at him, sitting up to watch them, resting her chin in her hand as she let her eyes follow her boyfriend's ass.

Billy looked over his shoulder to find his girlfriend observing him. "Enjoying the view?" he teased.

"Always," Win replied, winking at him. "Do you guys need any help?" she asked, pushing herself up. "I think we got it," Robin answered, tucking her hair behind her ear as she added some wood slowly to the small flame that Billy had started.

Billy was gonna say something about letting the men take care of it, but he quickly held his tongue, remembering Robin wasn't a man and not wanting to offend her.

"What sort of treat would you like?" Eddie asked his girlfriend, dropping the cooler in front of the fridge to unpack it. 

"Surprise me," Lydia grinned, taking the food from the bag and putting it on the counter.

Eddie smirked, handing her an ice cold beer. "That what you had in mind?" he teased, kicking the fridge door shut with his foot as he leaned across the counter.

"Shhhhh!" Lydia giggled, pressing her finger against his lips though she nodded in agreement. 

Eddie grinned against her fingers before licking them teasingly and cracking the beer open. "You want any?" he asked.

"Yeah... but only if you give it to me," Lydia said pointedly, wetting her lips slowly. 

Eddie glanced up at the others who were pretty distracted by the fireplace before taking a long draw from the can and pulling Lydia closer, his lips slotting with hers. 

Lydia drank from his mouth, and though the beer was cold, warmth spread through her body, stemming from where her lips met his.

“You’re welcome, you looked parched,” Eddie chuckled, drinking some more for himself.

"I feel a lot better," Blossom announced as she left the bathroom, wearing a big fluffy robe and pajama bottoms.

Robin straightened when she heard her girlfriend, grinning proudly as she dusted off her hands. “Look, we’ve got fire!” she exclaimed, gesturing to the hearth as Blossom joined them. 

“You guys are so handy,” Win laughed, pulling Billy back to the couch with her.

"You've seen nothing yet, wait until it's time to wash my car in the summer... you'll be drooling," he teased.

“I can’t wait,” Win murmured, tugging his shirt collar down to press a kiss to his collarbone. 

"My hero!” Blossom cried, throwing her arms around Robin’s neck before lowering her voice to a whisper.  “You're so hot when you do manual work.”

Robin chuckled. “The place feeling a little more welcoming now?” she asked. 

"Definitely and it's nice and warm... you know, I could fall asleep out here in your arms," Blossom pulled her down to the couch as well.

“That sounds nice,” Robin murmured, breathing in the scent of Blossom’s shampoo.

“So what do we wanna do now?” Win asked, looking around at the others.

“Once it gets dark I say we play some drinking games and share a few ghost stories,” Eddie suggested, pitching his voice low as he wiggled his fingers ominously, a grin tugging at his lips.

"Oh come on, no ghost stories, I don't like attracting that sort of thing," Lydia groaned. "It's all bullshit anyway." 

"Who's the chicken now, huh?" Billy laughed. "If you don't believe in them, there's no harm in telling a few."

“Yeah, c’mon Lyds, don’t be a buzzkill,” Win said, giving her friend a mischievous look. 

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll keep you safe,” Eddie teased, wrapping an arm around her.

"Fine, whatever, I don't believe in ghosts," Lydia insisted, rolling her eyes. "But just for the record, you all suck." 

"Some of us more than others," Billy said, making a blowjob motion with his hand.

A laugh burst from Eddie at Billy’s innuendo and he pressed a wet kiss to Lydia’s cheek. “Got that right,” he agreed smugly. 

Lydia stuck her tongue out before going back to the kitchen to heat up their dinner. 

"Don't mind her, she doesn't like horror stories since our brother told her about something called Alice Human Sacrifice," Blossom laughed.

“Sounds spooky!” Robin said, tickling Blossom’s sides. 

“Well, I’m excited. I like being scared,” Win said, stealing Eddie’s beer can to take a drink.

"It's just a silly tale Simon made up," Blossom laughed. "Our dad is always encouraging him to write more crazy stories." 

"Who is Alice though?" Billy asked. 

"Nobody," Lydia shrugged, offering each of them a plate of lasagna. "Simon made them up."

“So, what’s the story?” Win asked, accepting the food eagerly.

"There was once a little dream, and being afraid people would stop dreaming it, it decided to bring people to itself in a sort of wonderland," Blossom began, setting the tone as she slowly glanced at her friend’s faces. "Each person lured in was an Alice,” she explained.  “The first Alice was a singer who was adored all over the land and that made him quite arrogant.  Until one day a madman shot him, making a red blood rose bloom from his head." 

"The second Alice were a pair of twins, a girl and a boy who were lured by their curiosity," Lydia continued, rolling her eyes. "But the land warped their vision and pit one against the other until they killed each other with their bare hands, never to wake from their deep slumber."

"Interesting," Win murmured, wondering if there was more or not.

"That would suck killing your twin..." Robin mumbled, chewing her lip.

"Yeah, I think killing anyone would be sorta bad, but especially your twin," Blossom ageed.

"It doesn't make much sense, but Simon is just like that..." Lydia huffed softly. "He watches too much anime." 

"Yeah, that sounds like him," Win snorted, taking another bite of lasagna.

"Who wants a drink? I say it's time we really get this party started," Eddie exclaimed, glancing out the window, noticing how dark it was growing outside.

"I'll have a beer," Billy said, raising his hand nonchalantly. 

"Me too," Lydia winked at her boyfriend. 

"Yeah, same," Blossom nodded. "Oh!  Did you guys read Tomie? It's a new horror manga that just came out in the Monthly Halloween magazine."

“Hon, I think you and Lyds are the only ones that have read that,” Robin pointed out with a grin while Eddie handed out several cans of beer.

"Ugh, people have no taste!  This guy should be famous," Blossom huffed, taking her drink to go with her dinner.

"Maybe one day," Lydia agreed, taking a sip from her own can.

“Anyone else got any scary stories?” Robin asked, looking pointedly between Billy and Eddie.

“Oh, I do,” Eddie said, his grin widening. “But first I think we need a little ambiance,” he drawled, turning off the lights, leaving only the fire to see by.

"Oh, here we go..." Lydia breathed. 

"Now it's getting good," Billy chuckled, reaching around behind Blossom and discreetly running his fingers up her back like a spider, making her scream. 

"ASSHOLE!" She cried.

"Billy!" Win chastised, giving his shoulder a shove as Robin stuck her tongue out at him, pulling Blossom into her arms to comfort while Eddie plopped down on the floor in front of the fireplace. 

"So..." he began, waiting to make sure all eyes were on him, a feral grin on his face. "It was a dark, cold night, much like this one--" he said, glancing around the room from under his long bangs. "--and a group of friends, much like us, decided to camp in the middle of the woods. They were having a fun time, everything was going well, until night fell--" he said, his voice dipping low.

"How surprising," Lydia snorted; she knew his storytelling skills were off the charts. She’d seen him as the dungeon master for his epic campaigns and she loved it. 

"What happened when it got dark?" Blossom asked.

Eddie turned his grin on Blossom, glad to see she, at least, was hooked, while Robin looked vaguely uneasy and Win was watching him intently. 

“The moon came out from behind the clouds and shone down brightly, its light filtering through the foliage to the forest floor beneath. A couple of the group decided to go get some more firewood and they ventured out further along one of the trails. Soon they came upon several dead animals,” he said, pausing for effect. “However, they could see no apparent cause of death, no blood or wounds, no sign of attack, and yet there were more than one, spread out along the trail.”

Lydia put aside her fear and skepticism and decided to enjoy the story as if it wasn't a load of wank. "That's... intriguing," she murmured, curious to know what was causing the deaths.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at her, determined to at least give her the heebie jeebies. 

“Unsettled, the couple hurried back to their campsite, telling the others what they saw, but their friends dismissed it, laughing at them for being too jumpy.” Here Eddie paused to take a drink, exhaling deeply before continuing.

“All seemed to be back to normal, the friends drinking and partying late into the night, when a twig snapped nearby and the rustling of leaves announced something approaching. The friends jumped to their feet, their hearts in their throats as their eyes swung to the sound. Moments later a deer came into the clearing and stopped, its ears perking up as it froze. The friends watched it, not wanting to startle it, when suddenly, it fell to the ground, dead. Nothing having touched it,” he exclaimed.

Lydia took Blossom's hand; now both sisters were hooked and slightly disturbed by the image formed in their minds. Billy on the other hand, saw where the story was headed and was already planning a little stunt that would for sure freak the girls out.

“Oh shit—“ Win breathed, slipping her arm around Billy’s, as she leaned into him, though her focus was all on Eddie. Eddie, however, noticed the glint in Billy’s eye and nodded to him before continuing.

“Now thoroughly spooked, several of the teens began to wonder if they should leave or find a new spot to camp, but the others argued, not wanting to pack up camp in the middle of the night. Besides, they figured the strange animal deaths were probably caused by some sickness or maybe poison they had gotten into. 

“Talked into staying, at least for the night, everyone went to sleep, crawling into their tents. The next morning, when one of the girls awoke to take a piss in the woods, she tripped over a large dark shape not far from the smoking fire pit. At first it appeared to be a pile of clothes, but upon further inspection, it was one of her friends, their body cold and eyes wide open and staring.”

"What was it? How did they die?" Lydia exclaimed, jumping slightly when she saw a shadow pass by the window.  "I saw someone! There's something out there!" she cried, pointing toward the dark window pane.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Billy huffed dismissively, winking at Eddie.

“You’re just jumping at shadows!” Robin exclaimed, though her voice wavered, rising in pitch as her eyes darted to the window.  Eddie’s grin widened and he leaned in closer to finish off the story, enjoying the way he had them in the palm of his hand. 

“As soon as the girl realized what she’d tripped over, she screamed, scrambling away from the body. But by the time the others roused from their tents, alerted by her cry, she too was already dead, not a mark on her.  

“Frightened senseless, her friends ran, fleeing into the woods, chased by an unseen attacker. And one by one, their screams too were silenced, and to this day, no one knows what happened to them, their bodies never found.” Eddie’s voice was near a whisper now and the flames behind him danced, casting eerie shadows against the walls of the cabin. 

“Now, there are some who think the mysterious deaths of the teens and the animals were caused by a toxic airborne chemical leak, but others, others say it was the work of an old hermit who lived deep in the woods, hidden away from the world, who conversed with spirits and demons. They say he could steal your soul just by touching your shadow.”

"Your shadow? That's... um, that's stupid," Lydia said, clearing her throat, but she screamed when she heard a knock on the window. 

There was no one there except for a tree branch that looked a bit like a hand. 

"Who's there?" Blossom asked, seeing another dark figure flashing past the opposite window.

"I’ll go check," Billy said, disentangling himself from Win’s grasp before getting up and slowly walking to the window. 

“Billy, wait—“ Win began, her words dying on her tongue as he peered through the glass, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open in a silent gasp before he suddenly collapsed.

“Billy?” Win called, frozen in place on the couch, fear clutching her chest.

“Oh haha, very funny, Billy,” Robin said, her voice slightly hoarse. 

“Yeah, very funny,” Lydia agreed, though there was an edge to her voice. 

Eddie, however, jumped to his feet and hurried across the room, dropping to knees and leaning over Billy, listening.

“He’s not breathing!” he exclaimed, and Win shared a frightened look with Lydia and Blossom. 

“Eddie, watch out!” Robin exclaimed when she saw the shadow of a hand silhouetted through the window, its thin fingers reaching toward Eddie’s shadow on the floor behind him.

"Eddie!" Lydia shrieked,  jumping and tackling him, rolling with him to a darker corner. "Fuck! Stop playing, it's not funny!" 

"Stop messing around, Billy! We know you're alive!" Blossom said weakly, trying to believe it. "Wait, Robin, don't go over there, stay in the dark where there’re no shadows!"

“I’m not playing!” Eddie exclaimed, fighting back a grin as he pulled Lydia atop him. 

Robin hesitated, but Win didn’t, pressing her back to the wall and edging closer to the window to peer outside. There was definitely someone out there; she hadn’t been hallucinating the shadow of that hand. 

“Billy,” she exclaimed, dropping down to her knees and crawling beneath the windowsill to his side. He still hadn’t moved, even when she poked his stomach. “Playing dead, huh?” she grumbled under her breath. “Maybe this will revive you,” she said, leaning down to kiss him.

Billy’s lips curved beneath hers and he kissed her back.

"Call me Snow White, babe... cause your kiss just saved me," he joked, pulling her closer to kiss her again. "You totally believed it for a second!  Come on, it was a great joke!"

"You're lucky you're cute or I'd pummel you for that joke," Win exclaimed, pinching his arm before kissing him back. 

"Aww you love me," Billy chuckled, rolling atop his girlfriend. "It was just an elaborate plan to get a kiss." 

“Oh really? That’s kinda dumb seeing as I kiss you all the time,” Win huffed, though she wore a small grin, her fingers tangling in the chain of his necklace to pull him closer. 

"Happy Halloween!" Steve exclaimed, opening the window from the outside, waving with the hand-shaped branch. "Henderson! Come here! You need to see their faces!" 

"Steve? Dustin?" Blossom narrowed her eyes, fixing her glasses. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"You arse! I fucking hate you! That was so not funny!" Lydia cried, smacking Eddie's chest with an angry huff.

"Yes it was!" Eddie cried, howling with laughter. "You should have seen your face! And you thought it was bullshit when I started," he reminded her.

"Steve!? You lied to us? You like to me?" Robin gasped, her mouth falling open. "Did you even have a date at all?" she exclaimed. 

"No, Eddie asked us to help out with his prank so we just... you know," Steve jumped into the cabin and helped Dustin inside. 

"It was bullshit! I didn't believe it for a second, I was just... pretending!" Lydia exclaimed, folding her arms over her chest. "You're not getting any tonight."

“Awww c’mon, Lyds!” Eddie exclaimed, pulling her into his lap and kissing her neck. “I could protect you from the monsters,” he murmured.

“We’re gunna get you back for this, you know that right?” Robin said, throwing Steve a level look.

"Yeah, we expected that would happen," Dustin chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. 

"You're all so done," Blossom warned while Lydia turned her head with a little humpf, though she didn't push Eddie away. 

"You'll need to spoil me a lot tonight,” she muttered.

“Oh trust me, I have some things up my sleeve,” Eddie purred, kissing his way up Lydia’s jaw.

“Yeah, don’t even think about talking to us!” Robin exclaimed, though she wore a goofy grin, pulling Blossom into her arms to comfort her. 

⇾ taglist. @elliethesuperfruitlover @b1tchygh0sts @heartbreak-sandwich @vampyreddiemunson @everybodylovessteve

[seanfalco]

the perfect match masterlist.

The Perfect Match    ➛ A Timeline Anomaly Bridgerton!AU by @seanfalco​​ & @super-unpredictable98​​ 

Dear Gentle Reader, Another social season is upon us and Miss Blossom Bellamy, this year’s potential Diamond, has just entered society in a much a more gracious manner than her elder sister Lydia, who has rebuked all suitors since her debut and is quickly on the way to spinsterhood, along with her closest friend Winrey Lewis.  However, when not one, but three eligible young gentlemen rejoin the ton after years of being away, the social scene is certain to be turned on it’s head. Let the race to find the perfect match begin!

❥ Tags/Warnings: Nathan Young x oc, Sean Falco x oc, Regency AU, References to Bridgerton❥ a/n: Flor & I were in the midst of rewatching Bridgerton yet again, when we decided we needed to write an AU with the Timeline squad.  Introducing Sean Falco as the Nathans elder brother, and young Blossom as Lydia and Simon’s younger sister.

Chapters |

   ➛ I. An Introduction to Society    ➛ II. Whistledown’s Mistake

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

🔁

Okay okay okay have a looong list babe! 💚 (Going with literally everything that gives me vibes lol) (There's also ones that we already talked about but not explored that much... ops?! But they have a *) (Will also use # you'll know why lol) Also, there are some ocs that are in the same universe, but decided just about specific relationships so kept them separated! (Also, tried to follow you "don't do crossover with this oc" list, know that you alredy did some exceptions with me but we always talked about it first and I don't want to make you uncomfortable! If you think you could feel comfortable with some of that ocs or have some other ideas you know I'm always here 👀)

Sure that I forgot someone, but!

Harry Potter

Ara Black & Bianca Black-Lupin

Ara Black & Viss Potter

Emerald Evans & Viss Potter

Gemini Black & Eden Rosier *

Gemini Black & Rosalind Potter

Gemini Black & Gunnie Newton

Eurydice Crouch & Eden Rosier *

Eurydice Crouch & Rosalind Potter

Venus Malfoy & Viss Potter

PJO

Andromeda Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Ashley Wilson & Mike Lore

Ashley Wilson & Ashley McCoy

Ashley Wilson & Reggie Warwick

Atalanta Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Blossom Talbot & Mike Lore

Blossom Talbot & Ashley McCoy

Blossom Talbot & Catarine Johnson

Calliope & Catarine Johnson

Cassandra Aelius & Reggie Warwick

Cassandra Aelius & Gilbert Summers & Lucas Alderidge

Crystal Solace & Mike Lore

Crystal Solace & Reggie Warwick

Crystal Solace & Gilbert Summers

Delia & Catarine Johnson

Desdemona Gaumond & Mike Lore

Desdemona Gaumond & Reggie Warwick

Elyana Chase & Evelyn Chase

Esmerelda Wilde & Mike Lore

Esmerelda Wilde & Ashley McCoy

Esmerelda Wilde & Reggie Warwick

Lila & Iris Hardcastle

Mila Bellamy & Reggie Warwick

Pandora Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Pandora Jackson & Mike Lore

Stella Beauregard & Mike Lore

Stella Beauregard & Reggie Warwick

Summer Sol & Gilbert Summers

Viola Di Angelo & Reggie Warwick

Shadowhunters

Adina Lightwood & Elys Herondale * (and the kids ofc)

Adina Lightwood & Vienna Lightwood

Adina Lightwood & Pepper Orla #

Ariadne Blackthorn & Cassandra Blackthorn

Ariadne Blackthorn & Pepper Orla #

Ariella Lightwood & Elys Herondale

Calla Frey & Elys Herondale

Cassiel Fell & Elys Herondale

Clem Wayland & Elys Herondale

Evanna Garroway & Brian White

Josephine Garroway & Brian White

Mikaela Fairchild & Elys Herondale

Minerva Bane & Elys Herondale

Minerva Bane & Alice Knight

Minerva Bane & Lydia Knight

Minerva Bane & Pepper Orla #

Rebecca Wayland & Elys Herondale

Supernatural

Ainsley Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Deborah Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Elle Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Esther Colt & Kayla Winchester

Isla George & Kayla Winchester

Jude Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Marmaroth & Kayla Winchester

Nevaeh Murphy & Kayla Winchester

Rachel Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Teen Wolf

Abigayle Whittermore & Freya Ringold

Adrien Argent & Raphael Blackwell (& Diana & Angeline Blackwell)

Adrienne Argent & Ginevra Stilinski

Adrienne Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Adrienne Argent & Angeline Blackwell

Alexis Argent & Ginevra Stilinski

Alexis Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Arianne Martin & Ginevra Stilinski

Arianne Martin & Candace McCall

Arianne Martin & Samantha Ellis

Avril Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Avril Argent & Alastair Henwick

Belle Serpico & Addie Lewis

Bridget Finstock & Addie Lewis

Brooke Parrish & Diana Blackwell

Carmen Rivera & Candace McCall

Eden Dunbar & Ginevra Stilinski

Eden Dunbar & Stan Benson

Elsa Lahey & Candace McCall

Elsa Lahey & Samantha Ellis

Natasha Reyes & Linette Reyes

Natasha Reyes & Stan Benson

Raegan Stilinski & Ginevra Stilinski

Scout Stilinski & Ginevra Stilinski

Scout Stilinski & Candace McCall

Scout Stilinski & Addie Lewis

Scout Stilinski & Stan Benson

Sylvia Hale & Raphael Blackwell

Sylvia Hale & Alastair Henwick

Stranger Things

Abigail Layton & Olivia Marlow

Abigail Layton & Sunny Henderson

Angelica Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Angelica Hopper & Sunny Henderson

Angelica Hopper & Effie Munson

Beth Munson & Effie Munson

Beth Munson & Olivia Marlow

Beth Munson & Nora Wheeler #

Camila Nelson & Miles Henderson *

Camila Nelson & Olivia Marlow

Camila Nelson & Autumn Hopper

Cara Henderson & Miles Henderson

Cara Henderson & Sunny Henderson

Cara Henderson & Ethan Clifford

Ness Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Jacob Hopper & Miles Henderson

Jacob Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Jessica Wheeler & Alex Byers

Jessica Wheeler & Dolly Harrington

Jessica Wheeler & Nora Wheeler #

Kaylie Hopper & Miles Henderson

Kaylie Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Kimberly Harrington & Miles Henderson

Kimberly Harrington & Autumn Hopper

Kimberly Harrington & Dolly Harrington

Kimberly Harrington & Sunny Henderson

Laura Hyde & Olivia Marlow

Laura Hyde & Effie Munson

Laura Hyde & Ethan Clifford

Laura Hyde & Nora Wheeler

Lori Hill & Olivia Marlow

Olivia Wheeler & Sunny Henderson

Olivia Wheeler & Olivia Marlow

Olivia Wheeler & Nora Wheeler

Rhiannon Ballard & Miles Henderson

Rhiannon Ballard & Effie Munson

Samantha Mayfield & Dolly Harrington *

Samantha Mayfield & Ethan Clifford

Sidney Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Sidney Hopper & Alex Byers

Spencer Hargrove & Dolly Harrington

Stacey Byers & Alex Byers

Stacey Byers & Miles Henderson *

Descendants (Everyone & Jax lmao)

Ace Hearts & Gavin

Ace Hearts & Brielle

Ace Hearts & Rowan Cheshire

Princess Addie & Prince Baz #

Anissa Radcliffe & Jess Hearts

Anissa Radcliffe & Esme Balthazar

Beatrice & Juniper White

Beatrice & Celestine

Beatrice & Prince Baz #

Blossom & Celestine

Chessy & Jax Hearts

Chessy & Jess Hearts

Chessy & Juniper White

Chessy & Rowan Cheshire

Chiara Potts & Jax Hearts

Chiara Potts & Jess Hearts

Chiara Potts & Prince Bax #

Cian Hearts & Gavin

Cian Hearts & Brielle

Cian Hearts & Rowan Cheshire

Eliane & Jax Hearts

Eliane & Celestine

Elise Charming & Crystal Charming #

Elise Charming & Prince Baz #

Evander Grimhilde & Jax Hearts

Evander Grimhilde & Esme Balthazar

Finley Rider & Jax Hearts

Finley Rider & Primrose Rider #

Fitz Rider & Primrose Rider #

Fitz Rider & Jax Hearts

Gloria Gothel & Primrose Rider #

Harley Hook & Jess Hearts *

Princess Isabelle & Primrose Rider #

Princess Isabelle & Prince Baz #

Princess Kyra & Jess Hearts

Mae & Celestine

Queenie Hearts & Brielle

Robin Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider #

Rylan Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider #

Rosabelle Legume & Jax Hearts

Rosabelle Legume & Prince Baz #

Sloane White & Juniper White

Sloane White & Jess Hearts

Sloane White & Prince Baz #

Taryn Porter & Jax Hearts

Topher Charming & Prince Baz #

Topher Charming & Jax Hearts *

Topher Charming & Crystal Charming #

Topher Charming & Armie & Bernie Poppins

Violet Kingsleigh & Gavin

Violet Kingsleigh & Brielle

Violet Kingsleigh & Rowan Cheshire

Violet Kingsleigh & Prince Baz #

Winnie Pan & Jax Hearts

Winnie Pan & Jess Hearts

Sherlock

Effie Cox & CJ Holmes

Kit Holmes & CJ Holmes

Elaine Watson & CJ Holmes

MCU (Should have a list just for them ngl)

Achilles & Aimee

Adelaide Stark & Eleanor Stark

Adelaide Stark & Rebecca Stark

Adelaide Stark & Victoria Vill

Alvina Strange & Victoria Vill

Alvina Strange & Melissa Parker #

Alvina Strange & Aimee

Anya Barton & Kit Barton

Aphrodite & Aimee

Aria Parker & Melissa Parker #

Ava Potts & Victoria Vill

Ava Potts & Kit Barton

Ava Potts & Mia Barnes

Bianca Davis & Mia Barnes

Bianca Davis & Kit Barton *

Bianca Davis & Eleanor Stark

Brigid & Rebecca Stark

Brigid & Trixie Kingsleigh

Calypso Lokidottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Calypso Lokidottir & Aimee

Cora Royce & Kit Barton *

Courtney Lang & Helena Watson

Eir Odinsdottir & Aimee

Eir Odinsdottir & Sol & Mani #

Eir Odinsdottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Elena Barnes & Kit Barton

Elena Barnes & Mia Barnes

Elizabeth Barton & Kit Barton

Ellie Coulson & Victoria Vill

Ellie Coulson & Melissa Parker #

Elsie Carter & Mia Barnes

Erna Bragidottir & Sol & Mani #

Evelyn Rogers & Mia Barnes

Ezra Barton & Kit Barton

Freya Thorsdottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Freya Thorsdottir & Aimee

Ilya Romanova & Kit Barton

Ilya Romanova & Mia Barnes

Jameson Barrett & Mia Barnes

Justine Barnes & Mia Barnes *

Kassandra Maximoff & Victoria Vill

Kassandra Maximoff & Kit Barton

Mia Pierce & Kit Barton

Mia Pierce & Mia Barnes

Nicholas Barton & Kit Barton

Peyton Parker & Victoria Vill

Peyton Parker & Melissa Parker

Saga Thorsdottir & Aimee

Sammy Barton & Kit Barton

Tyler Barton & Kit Barton

Wendy Parker & Trixie Kingsleigh

Wendy Parker & Victoria Vill

Wendy Parker & Melissa Parker #

Will Parker & Kit Barton *

Will Parker & Melissa Parker

Will Parker & Victoria Vill

Will Parker & Eleanor Stark

Will Parker & Rebecca Stark

Zora Wright & Kit Barton

TASM (Trust me on this, especially when you read one specific name lol)

Constance Osborn & Victoria Vill

Constance Osborn & MJ Watson #

Jill Stacy & MJ Watson #

Posie Parker & Victoria Vill

Posie Parker & MJ Watson #

Merlin

Princess Aelia & Maeve *

Allyria Pendragon & Elissa Pendragon

Aurelia Devlyn & Mabel

Aurelia Devlyn & Delfine

Elsine Pendragon & Elissa Pendragon

Lynette Starfall & Maeve

Glee

Abbie Hudson & Nate Simmons *

Abbie Hudson & Kaylee Hummel *

Abbie Hudson & Maya Puckerman

Abbie Hudson & Mirabelle Ryder

Amelie Kline & Cosette Chamberlain #

Ash Astor & Cosette Chamberlain #

Barbie Corcoran & Linda Berry #

Barbie Corcoran & Maya Puckerman

Betty Fabray & Nate Simmons *

Betty Fabray & Elliott Walker *

Betty Fabray & Kaylee Hummel

Mac Hudson & Connie Sanchez #

(The Band & The Band? 👀)

Cece Cartwright & Nate Simmons *

Cece Cartwright & Elliott Walker *

Cece Cartwright & Melanie Jay

Charlie Sylvester & Nate Simmons

Christie Hummel & Nate Simmons

Christie Hummel & Kaylee Hummel

Daphne Carter & Susan Cole

Daphne Carter & Morgan Smith

Delilah Puckerman & Susan Cole

Demi July & Dulcie Klempt

Demi July & Nate Simmons

Demi July & Ronnie Nell

Dolly Corcoran & Linda Berry #

Dolly Corcoran & Jean St James

Gilbert Hummel & Kaylee Hummel

Haruki Knox & Nate Simmons *

Hillary Holliday & Nate Simmons

Holden Pierre & Chrissy Chamberlain

Holden Pierre & Nate Simmons

Jeremy St James & Nate Simmons

Jeremy St James & Elliott Walker

Jeremy St James & Jean St James

Johanna Berry & Linda Berry #

Joy Shuester & Morgan Smith

Joy Shuester & Nate Simmons

Joy Shuester & Elliott Walker

June Harris & May Taylor & Melanie Jay

June Harris & May Taylor & Lyra Wells & Melody Wells

Kendall Pierce & Nate Simmons *

Kendall Pierce & Elliott Walker

Kendall Pierce & Lula Delaney

Lilibeth Anderson & Jean St James

Lilibeth Anderson & Chrissy Chamberlain

Lindsay Wright & Zeke Wright

Lindsay Wright & Dulcie Klempt

Roman Kline & Cosette Chamberlain

Roxie Flores & Nate Simmons

Roxie Flores & Jennifer Glynn #

Sadie Berry & Linda Berry

RWRB

Abigail Claremont-Diaz & Emma Spring

Abigail Claremont-Diaz & Romeo Dunn

Caroline FMW & Princess Valentina (& Emma Spring)

Caroline FMW & Eliza Halley

Caroline FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Cate FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Eileen Eisner & Eliza Halley

Isabel Luna & Lenora Richards

Kennedy Quinlan & Romeo Dunn

London Carter & Emma Spring

London Carter & Ken Morrison

London Carter & Lenora Richards

Lucy Kent & Ken Morrison

Lucy Kent & Emma Spring

Madison Richards & Lenora Richards

Margaret FMW & Princess Valentina

Margaret FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Gotham

Allison Queen & Virginia Falcone

Allison Queen & Jericho Valeska

Bellatrix Bullock & Lila Hart

Bellatrix Bullock & Jeneva Valeska

Bellatrix Bullock & Jericho Valeska

Chrissa Wayne & Jeneva Valeska

Chrissa Wayne & Annalise Pennyworth

Chrissa Wayne & Karina Wayne

Chrissa Wayne & Jericho Valeska

Dakota Dent & Margaret Gordon

Dakota Dent & Jericho Valeska

Felicity Nygma & Lila Hart

Felicity Nygma & Jericho Valeska

Isolde Kean & Margaret Gordon

Isolde Kean & Hel Mooney

Isolde Kean & Ade Kean

Isolde Kean & Larissa Thompkins

Isolde Kean & Jericho Valeska

Josette Cobblepot & Lila Hart

Josette Cobblepot & Hel Mooney

Josette Cobblepot & Jericho Valeska

Leander Zane Hayes & Elijah Crow

Leonie Murphy & Margaret Gordon

Leonie Murphy & Penelope Fisher

Leonie Murphy & Jericho Valeska

Lorena Falcone & Margaret Gordon

Lorena Falcone & Virginia Falcone

Lorena Falcone & Hel Mooney

Lorena Falcone & Jericho Valeska

Ophelia Wayne & Margaret Gordon

Ophelia Wayne & Virginia Falcone

Ophelia Wayne & Karina Wayne

Ophelia Wayne & Jericho Valeska

Piper Gordon & Margaret Gordon

Piper Gordon & Mireille Lacroix

Piper Gordon & Larissa Thompkins

Piper Gordon & Jericho Valeska

Sarina Strange & Jeneva Valeska

Sarina Strange & Jericho Valeska

DC Comics/Batman (Coming soon I swear, working on some of them 👀)

[super-unpredictable98]

OC TAG GAME

Thank you so much for the tah @jozstankovich

➺ favorite oc - Blossom Lydia Bellamy (including all versions from all different timelines)

➺ newest oc - Charlie, Ellery, Michael & Saoirse Young (Nathan, Lydia & Win's children - shared with @jozstankovich), Dylan Witter Jr, Ciara and Aoife Klaren

➺ oldest oc (not age-wise, but how long you've had them) - Florenza, she's a Glee oc and I won't say more cause I don't want anyone to find her

➺ meanest oc - whoever Cassi's dad and Sherry's dad, Lana Kadri

➺ softest oc - Cassiopeia, Lydia, Ramona, Blossom, Mirai

➺ most aloof/standoffish oc - Venus, Amora, Juliette

➺ dumbest (affectionate) oc - Vicky, Thalia, Lada

➺ smartest oc - Sienna, Eugenia

➺ horniest oc - LYDIA AND SHERRY

➺ oc you’d bang - Most of them

➺ oc you'd be best friends with irl - Lydia, Joyce, Eden, Evangeline

Tagging whoever wants to play cause I'm bad with tags and always think I'm forgetting someone lol

[manyfandomocs]

➰ + Gilbert?

A boy I really need to figure things out for and develop

Ashley Wilson

Blake Castellan

Blossom Talbot

Ciara Mare

Cori Parks

Cressida Brantley

Cyrus Allegro

Desdemona Gaumond

Elara Allegra

Esmerelda Wilde

Jasper Gabriel

Jem Skeates

Melody Weiss

Mila Bellamy

Nina Turner

Pandora Jackson

Victoria Blofis

Send me ➰ + one of my ocs and I’ll tell you which of your ocs I think they’d get along with

[ao3feed-the100]

Saviour & Survivor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Vsw5ogB

by xFemme_Fatale16x

[The 100 Fanfiction / John Murphy x OC] --- "She seems pretty important to you."

"She's the most important to me." --- Dawn Rousseau can't stand John Murphy. Arrogant, cruel and a complete trouble-maker. She can hardly go a single day without the class clown getting under her skin.

John Murphy despises Dawn Rousseau. Stubborn, brilliant and definitely putting up an act. The only thing he likes is getting to argue with the teacher's pet each day.

However, when these rivals are sent to Earth with 98 other delinquents, many revelations are made. Is 'Little Miss Perfect' more flawed than people think? Can an outcast care for someone other than himself? Will hate blossom into love with death around every corner?

Words: 645, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: John Murphy (The 100), Finn Collins, Emori (The 100), Original Female Character(s), Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes (The 100), Lexa (The 100), Lincoln (The 100)

Relationships: John Murphy (The 100)/Original Female Character(s), Emori/John Murphy (The 100), Finn Collins/Original Female Character(s), Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Love Triangles, Eventual Smut, Romance, Angst, Science Fiction, Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Vsw5ogB

[at-sarvival]

maeve + monty, matthias + jasper, lynn + harper, mel + raven, callen + kane, weslyn + jaha, maeve + raven, mel + bellamy, rena + lexa

send me an ask with one of my ocs + a canon character and i'll tell you if they would work together as a couple/if i would ship them or in general what kind of relationship i see them having.

01.   maeve  +  monty

while maeve can be conforntational at times and protective,    she would only want to learn some things to fight to protect those she cares and herself.       but other than that i don’t think she’d be focused too much in the fight.    and would find other ways to try to help.    actually the more i think about it they more i think they would work together.     or be really good friends throughout the seasons.  maeve is more outspoken but she can also be a really good listener & that can balance things out with monty who keeps to himself a lot but he also needs to express his frustrations because he carries a lot.    &  i think that with monty,  maeve would let herself heal more.   they’d obviously each be on their own journey but support each other through it.

02.   matthias  +  jasper

first of all,  it’s in my bio for him that matthias helped took care of jasper,    especially when clarke was out of camp / was looking for the sea weed.     so there’s already a first interaction there.    &  i think in a post season two setting matthias would try to reach out to him because he’s been struggling with his mental health a large part of his life & on his own, so that would push him to be there for jasper beyond his instincts of taking care of others.   i don’t know if they could have developed into a relationship, or a healthy one not only because of those issues but because i think that jasper was still struggling with his love for maya but matthias would at the very least try to be a good friend.

03.   lynn  +  harper

i do think lynn would be drawn in to harper even from the beginning.     there’s a subtle confidence to harper,   knowing who she is and what she wants while lynn is greatly unsure of themselves and who they are beause of their upbringing.     harper can also be kind and comforting and uplifting while being so damn strong at the same time and lynn needs that after spending so much time in fear.      they’re more stoic than harper and distant at first,   but the more they allow themselves to open up and actually exists,     they can be sweet and caring to those close to them.       i would really like them together actually.    &  there could be a beautiful parallel in s4 when harper is doubting herself & the world of    ‘  you helped me discover myself, now let me help you find yourself and your puprose again.  ’

04.   mel  +  raven

okay look,   the majority of my muses like raven.   am i biased ?  nooo.  a little but-    mel in general gravitates towards the delinquents  &  wants to help any way she can.     she’s stubborn so she wouldn’t easily be phased by raven trying to push her away or when she shuts down.     but she also keeps a lot to herself,  so she wouldn’t tell raven how to handle thing.     she can also understand partially her grief with finn,   because she also had a strong connection with sterling growing up.     mostly mel would be around raven,  slowly, gradually,  because she has lost all ties with people she was close with.    i could def see something blossoming post s2.    i think it could work a friends to lovers situation for them.    also them lowkey b.itching abt a.bby together

05.   callen  +  kane

callen and kane on the ark would not get along at all.    cal is far too compassionate to be able to even understand kane on the ark.     however,,, moving on in the series like at least post s2,  something could happen between them.    they can be bearded dads of the hundred ablfruwfgwrl

06.   weslyn  +  jaha

to be honest,    weslyn thinks low of the council.    she was raised in factory.    she experienced the treatement first hand & while jaha obviously wouldn’t be the chancellor then,   she can not sympathize really with the council.     truthfully,   she used her liking of exercising to take advantage in a way of the system and climb up the ladder & in her attempt ending up being apart of it but that’s a meta for another day.    but yeah she would not get along with jaha,   especially in s3 wise when he’s promising everyone an easy way out of pain.

07.   maeve  +  raven

maeve is pure devotion to those close to her.     regardless if they’re in a fight or have grown apart,   she still cares a lot about them.     &  i do think raven not only wants but searches for loyalty and devotion with her relationships.       maeve also can very easily call out someone bullshit’s when they’re stepping off a line,   so it’d be v interesting to see them interacting.   so when raven is being too stubborn for her own good,    maeve would try to reign her in.       but she can also be really patient & a good listener so she could be there for raven when she needs to let out her frustrations.     

08.   mel  +  bellamy

well,   there’s definetely an opening of them interacting not only because he saved her but because they along with a couple more delinquents are all that’s left of factory station.    & there’s already a foundation of trust from her part at least because of what happened.     moreover,     while generally she’s not that outspoken,    she can be a lil shit and sassy and form some kind of banter with him.     idk if they would have worked in the long run,   but i could see a fwb kind of situation for a distraction, because there is some familiarity, and that later dissolves into a friendship.       i also think i saw somewhere but don’t take my word for it that she was supposed to be a li for him but t.anaya had scheduling problems,  so i’m kind of eyeing if they had originally in mind what later turned out to be g.ina/b.ell but with a few more interactions in s2 ?

09.   rena  +  lexa

lil info:  rena grew up wanted to be a strategist, a diplomat and to represent her clan not in the battle field as much but as an ambassador in polis. she did not, but she'd studied enough battles to play a part in training her village's children and advising the general of her village even if queen nia's orders were always the defining directions. s4 is an arc i’m still contemplating about, where she could have a more prominent role.

now, on a slight au where she does end up as an ambassador in polis i could see it happen. as it seemed lexa only holds nia responsible for costia's death so there wouldn't be a problem on that part. obviously there would be the trikru / azgeda tension but at the end i don't think it would be a defining factor. i think they'd work, i can not speak sm of lexa but rena would definitely be interested in the commander.

[puddygeeks]

Wᴇ Cᴏᴍᴇ Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ - Tʜᴇ 100 Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ x OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 71: Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ Oғ Tʜᴇ Wᴏʀʟᴅ

Masterlist

Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee

Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Episode: Watch The Thrones

Chapter Seventy-One

Stepping outside of the oppressive atmosphere of the Ark, I found that Lincoln hadn’t gone far to escape after his attack. 

He stood leaning against the structure, staring into the distance in what I could only assume was an attempt at calming himself and as I stepped closer, I noticed that he wore an intense expression. There was a stream of blood down the side of his face from the deep gash in his head, which clearly needed stitches and I leaned carefully into his eyeline.

“Linkon.” 

I addressed him gently, speaking in Trig to ensure that our conversation would remain private as I pulled his attention from his thoughts and as he met my eyes, I could see his vulnerability which flared my protective nature.

“Let me take a look at that.” I offered as I gestured toward his wound and he took a moment to consider me, before bending down to my height so that I could reach.

Using the rag that I’d taken from inside, I gently wiped away the blood from his face and examined the laceration with a grimace. My temper bubbled in my stomach as I treated him, wishing that I had the strength to beat some sense into his attacker, but I had to force myself to remain calm. He already seemed to be battling his own emotions and it would be selfish to allow mine to influence him now.

“This is a deep wound, Linkon.” I advised as I gathered the rag and pressed it over the wound to protect it, ensuring that it was completely covered. “Hold this here for now. You need to keep the pressure up until we get to Medical.”

“No.” He answered abruptly as he took responsibility for holding the rag, but straightened his posture so that he was out of my reach and it was clear that he was not ready to face Abby or the others yet.

“They’re wrong about you.” I stated firmly, unwilling to allow him to sink into despair and he studied me with an unreadable expression. “You do belong here, but not because you are no longer Trikru. You are still one of them, too. In fact, I would say that you are their most valuable member, because you were willing to leave behind everything that you know to help them.” I divulged, pausing to shuffle slightly as he met my eyes and I smiled as I continued.

“We both know that our medical knowledge could help your people enormously. We also know that because of our weaponry, going to war would cause countless deaths for your people. That’s why you are doing everything that you can to secure peace and a better life for them. Your people may not recognise what you’re doing for them, but I do.” I rambled, holding his eye contact unflinchingly and he sighed as he absorbed my words.

“Your people still view me as just another grounder.” He stated with frustration, allowing himself to lower his internal walls to me and I nodded in understanding. “They do not care for all that I have sacrificed. To them, I am no different to Azgeda. Will it ever be enough?”

“You’re entitled to be hurt by what just happened in there. I would be too, especially after everything that you have done for us. It’s vital that you remember that the people responsible for this unacceptable incident are ignorant, small minded idiots whose opinions do not represent this camp. The people who supported you before we found Farm Station still support you. You haven’t lost anything, Linkon. We still consider you one of us and we always will. Oso thro daun ageda.” [We fight together.] I asserted, passion filling my voice as I spoke and I watched as the hurt in his face gradually melted away, until he smiled appreciatively at me.

“Oso thro daun ageda.” He repeated calmly, his eyes sparking with emotion and I smiled at him in return. “You have become a wise warrior, Indigo kom Trishanakru. You would make an exceptional second to Arlo.” He praised, causing my heart to swell at the kindness of this compliment and I touched his arm in a fond gesture. 

“Thank you, but I’m plenty busy enough with keeping an eye on all of you.” I remarked with a cheeky wink, before fidgeting to regain my balance as my head spun again. 

“I have to get back to Medical. Come on. You can help me and get your head treated whilst you’re there.” I instructed in the hope that he wouldn’t fight me this time and he simply nodded slowly, before falling into step with me.

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The ward was surprisingly busy when we entered, as they seemed to be overwhelmed with sick grounders and though I was taken aback by this sudden development, I focused on handing Lincoln over to Abby for treatment. She seemed relieved when she noticed us and led him to a bed to examine the wound.

Kane rushed into the ward with Pike following close behind him, both making a beeline for Abby and I decided to return to my own bed, suspecting that Lincoln would likely already be overwhelmed enough with them arguing around him, without my contributions. 

I’d only just placed myself sideways on the mattress, my hands on my knees as I stared at the floor and waited for my dizziness to pass, when I felt someone approaching me.

“I heard that you were hurt.” 

A strikingly calm voice announced and I glanced up to find Nyko examining me with the same controlled face that Lincoln often wore. It had been a while since I’d last seen him, but I could tell that he had a similarly noble nature to Lincoln and I appreciated that he continued to support his friend in securing peace. 

“Good to see you again, Nyko.” I smiled politely, shifting my position so that I could view him better. “I’m alright. Just need a bit of recovery time. How are you doing after your treatment?” I enquired, remembering how severe his wounds had been when he last came to us and hoping that he’d managed to recover well enough without our assistance.

“I am much better. I wish that I could say the same for my people.” He answered regretfully and I glanced around the ward to notice that many of the grounders here were either coughing, or vomiting. “There was a sickness in a village nearby. Many recovered quickly, but some have not been able to fight it. Abby offered to help them.” He explained, seeming exhausted as he glanced back at them and I regarded him with sympathy.

“Well, we have to take care of each other, right?” I offered with a warm smile and he seemed pleased to discover that I was supportive of this decision. “I’m sorry. Any other time I would offer to help, but getting Linkon here has kinda wiped me out.” I confessed, feeling utterly useless for my current weakness and Nyko nodded in understanding.

“Abby said that you were badly hurt in the attack. I am sorry for what happened at Mount Weather.” He remarked with an expression of genuine remorse and I flashed him a grateful smile. “Rest well, my friend.” He muttered as he bowed his head to me, before returning to caring for his people. 

With a deep sigh, I laid back on the bed to catch my breath and stared up at the ceiling, struggling to focus. Everything felt more draining than I was prepared for and I already grew tired of my new limitations. 

Hurried footsteps warned me of Jackson’s arrival as he frantically ran around me to take another set of obs and it seemed that he was too flustered to even hold a conversation as he worked. His pen scratched rapidly over the charts as he filled in the results and once it seemed that he was satisfied with his findings, he rushed away to care for the rest of his patients. 

Abby was still attempting to treat Lincoln whilst also balancing an argument with Pike and Kane. As I watched her struggling to multitask, I understood why she felt that she needed to pass on the role of Chancellor to someone who could give it their full attention.

“Lincoln. We need to set an example.” Kane pleaded, allowing a slight hint of his anger over this incident to peek out from his careful demeanour and I smiled. 

Kane’s consideration for Lincoln gained my respect, as I had never expected for him to be as accepting when we first met and was pleasantly surprised at the leader that he was blossoming into. Meanwhile, Pike sighed at his side, as he fidgeted around in a stressed manner.

“Yeah. We do.” Lincoln muttered, clearly far more relaxed than he was when I first found him outside and I wondered whether it might have been wiser to encourage him to respect his anger, as now he seemed to be taking a more lenient approach to his attacker than I approved of.

“The man just lost his son, Marcus.” Pike argued, seeming shocked that anyone could even consider punishing the instigator and I huffed in annoyance. 

Pike had been blatantly coddling the Farm Station residents since they arrived, unable to accept even the mere suggestion that they could do any wrong and my patience with his golden child syndrome was growing thin. 

“Lincoln didn’t do that.” Abby pointed out, staring at Pike over her shoulder whilst she worked and I was relieved that she remained stern in the face of his favouritism.

The doors to the ward swung open with a clatter as Octavia entered, her face filled with a mixture of terror and rage. Though I willed my legs to stand to join her, I couldn’t lift myself from the bed and simply had to watch as she strode toward Lincoln in a fluster.

“What happened?” She demanded, sneaking a glare at Pike as she passed that silently enquired as to why he was even present and I couldn’t help a sly smile at her attitude.

Octavia began fretting over Lincoln as they shared a hushed conversation and Pike moved to leave medical first. He had barely reached my bed when Nyko momentarily blocked his path, fixing him with a stern glare that conveyed his distrust and he maintained it even once he eventually allowed him to pass. Pike seemed shaken by this encounter as he hurried out and I caught Nyko’s eyes with a meaningful look.

“He is bad news. Watch him around your people.” I warned, already fearful for the safety of those in the ward and Nyko nodded in agreement, seeming grateful for my support.

My attention was caught by Abby loudly asking Lincoln to assist with translation for the grounder patients and Octavia wandered over to my bed with frustration poorly hidden in her face.

“How are you feeling, little miss kamikaze?” She interrogated, raising a bro at me critically and I shook my head at her as I prepared myself for another scolding. “Honestly, if you didn’t already look so sorry for yourself, I’d hit you. You really worried us this time. I thought Bellamy was going to have a heart attack. I’ve never seen him that frantic. He was losing his mind!”

“I know. I’m an idiot. Believe me, I’ve already got that message loud and clear from a host of people.” I answered with an apologetic smile and she seemed pleased to hear that I was being grilled for my behaviour. “Give me a little recovery time and I’ll be fine.” I added gently to answer her question and she seemed relieved, though the tension in her brows didn’t completely disappear. 

“You look stressed, Sugar. Talk to me.” I offered, unsettled by seeing her upset.

Octavia chewed on her lip for a moment, seeming as if she was too proud nowadays to allow herself a moment of weakness as she had always done in my company in the past. I patted the bed as I shuffled over to make space, making it clear that I was absolutely willing to still dote on her when needed and she sighed, before she carefully sat beside me.

“Lincoln’s not going to press charges on that Farm Station asshole.” She grumbled with anger filling her pretty features and I sighed in disappointment. 

If I was honest, I had expected this outcome, but I had hoped that Octavia might be able to convince him to reconsider. I had no doubt that she had already tried, but as she clearly had been unsuccessful, I decided that I would need to provide her with calming answers, rather than riling her up further.

“There has to be a consequence for assaulting him like that. I mean, he’s got stitches in his head, Indie!” She exclaimed and I struggled to keep my mouth closed as I nodded. “Pike’s people already think that they’re untouchable as it is. This won’t help anything.” She added bitterly and I took one of her hands in mine in an attempt to calm her from her outrage.

“That’s Lincoln’s way. You know that better than anyone, Tavi. He wants to set a good example of grounders. That they can be compassionate and compromise.” I advised, caressing her hand comfortingly and she huffed as she absorbed my words. “Plus, it sounded like Pike was pushing pretty hard for no charges. He’s certainly not making things any easier by insisting that our rules don’t apply to them.”

“Tell me about it. You know, the guards were trying to throw Nyko and the others out when they arrived. They didn’t even give him a chance to explain that their treatment had already been agreed with Abby.” She recounted with aggravation and I furrowed my brows at this revelation. “I had to help carry them in by myself. No one else would help them.” She revealed, her voice gradually softening from anger to fear and I glanced around at the sickly people surrounding us with shock.

“A lot of the people here have been anti-grounder for a while. The Farm Station residents moving in and then the Mount Weather attack has only boosted their confidence. We’re going to have to be careful in how we deal with this. People are angry and scared, and we both know how easily that can go to shit if it becomes a mob mentality.” I analysed, feeling uneasy about the divide that I could sense in the camp and Octavia glanced at me with a similar discomfort in her eyes.

“I asked Linkon if we could leave to join Trikru. The Commander lifted the kill order on him, so we’re free to go. Indra seemed interested in having me back at the Summit. I thought that maybe I could convince her to take him too.” She whimpered, switching to Trig to be extra cautious that none of our own people could overhear her plans and though I was upset by this suggestion, I understood her desire to escape. “He said no. He wants to stay, but I don’t feel safe here.”

“Linkon feels like he has a responsibility to represent his people here. He’s too noble to walk away from that. He still has hope that an alliance could work.” I reminded her, despite feeling doubtful about the reliability of this concept myself and she scoffed under her breath, though her expression revealed that she knew I was right. 

“You’re always safe with me. No matter what state I’m in. I’m never gonna let anything happen to you and neither will your man. You know that, right?” I confirmed, squeezing her hand tightly and she snuck a rare smile at me.

“I know. The same goes for you. We’ve got each other's backs.” She confirmed and I was pleased to have at least taken the edge off her anxiety. “Love you.” She whispered, sniffing emotionally before she leaned her head onto my shoulder in a way that she hadn’t done in a long time.

“Love you too, Tavi.” I breathed, placing a light kiss on the top of her head and leaning into her too.  

We stayed like this for a few minutes and I treasured the feeling of closeness between us. Since we landed on Earth things had never been the same, but I was grateful that I could always fall back on Octavia. Her love and commitment had kept me strong in the worst times of my life and I knew that no matter what happened in the future, or how far apart we ended up, I would always be able to depend on it. 

“Sorry to interrupt this super adorable moment, but I’ve gotta move you.” Jackson announced with an apologetic smile as he crept into the area around my bed and I glanced up at him in confusion.

“The grounders that we are treating are suffering with an illness that is causing breathing difficulties. It’s not especially serious, but if you were to catch it, it would majorly affect your recovery. We’re gonna move you to a private room for tonight and then we’ll see if you’re looking well enough to rest up in your own quarters after that.” He explained as he busied himself with gathering my stuff so that I wouldn’t attempt to carry it myself and I looked over at Octavia reluctantly.

“It’s okay. You need to focus on taking care of yourself. We’ll chat later.” She soothed, giving my arm a supportive squeeze, before she left me to Jackson’s care.

Using his arm for balance, I allowed him to lead me to a small room beside the main ward that was available for any intensive care cases. He assisted in setting up the room and checked that I was settled comfortably in bed. Once he’d wheeled in all of the necessary equipment, he connected me to an IV for another dose of pain relief and ensured that I ate a full meal, before he returned to assist Abby in the main ward.

For a while, I managed to concentrate on reading The Iliad again, before I became restless and my mind began to obsess over Bellamy, worrying over what could take this amount of time. I recalled Raven’s earlier words with a flinch, fearful that they were hurtful enough to cause him to do all manner of stupid things and I was already considering whether I had the energy to sneak out to find him, when he finally appeared.

“Hey! Are you alright?” He enquired immediately, seeming flustered and lost as he made his way into the room and I nodded with confusion, unsure what had caused such a distressing attitude. “I panicked when I couldn’t find you. What’s going on?” He breathed, sounding out of breath and I smiled at his protectiveness. 

“Oh, sorry. Jackson and Abby don’t want me to pick up anything from the grounders that they’re treating whilst I’m still in recovery.” I explained, casually placing the book on a nearby surface and he glanced back toward the ward in annoyance.

“If they’re so sick, maybe they shouldn’t be here!” He stated frustratedly, his entire demeanour radiating aggravation and I knitted my brows together at the absurdity of this statement. “We shouldn’t be taking grounders into Arkadia if it’s going to endanger our own people.” He argued as he glared toward the ward again and I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

“Well, that’s why I’m in here now. The illness isn’t especially dangerous, according to Jackson. They just didn’t want to slow my recovery.” I clarified gently, but he remained distracted by this change and I could tell that something else was bothering him. 

“Come on. Sit down.” I requested, tapping a chair that was beside the bed and he paused to ensure that the door to the room was fully closed protectively.

Once satisfied that no germs were going to reach me, he reluctantly shuffled over to my side and dropped into the chair. Even his posture seemed irritable and I knew that he wasn’t coping, despite his best efforts to keep this information to himself. It was agonising for me to witness him suffering and wished that I could simply take his pain away. 

“Bellamy, talk to me. Please.” I offered, reaching over to take one of his hands in mine and he simply fidgeted in his seat as he viewed me. He didn’t grip my hands in return, seeming completely removed from me and I felt anxiety building in my chest at his strange behaviour.

“Baby. What Raven said earlier was awful-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He cut in abruptly, clearing his throat to ensure that his voice didn’t divulge any emotion and I chewed on my lip.

“Well, clearly not talking about it is doing wonders for you.” I blurted, thinning my eyes at him and he avoidantly turned his face away.

Everything about his posture was closed off, as if he was making every effort to keep me from breaching his defences and I couldn’t imagine why he felt that he needed to manage this alone. Ever since I first woke up in Arkadia, I knew that there were things that he wouldn’t tell me and in the months that followed the feeling only grew, seeming like a disease that slowly poisoned him. Now I knew that he was lying and the pain that he battled to disguise was written all over his face, in capital letters. 

 “She needs someone to blame for what happened and it’s not fair that she picked you.” I stated, keeping my voice gentle as I addressed him and he sniffed loudly. “This isn’t your fault.”

“Isn’t it?” He asked sharply, startling me with the sharpness of his tone and I noticed when he finally brought his gaze back to me that there were tears glistening in his eyes. “I chose to trust Echo. I vouched for her, even when you told me to be careful. They were all my decisions. Going to Polis to warn them was my plan.” He pointed out, his voice shaking as he spoke and hurt came off him in waves.

“I almost got you killed, Indie!” He hissed, the pain in his face causing my heart to break and I could hardly cope with how broken he looked. “Jackson said that when he found you, you were drowning in your own blood. You barely made it through surgery. I had to sit here and watch you fight for your life, knowing that it was my fault if you died.” 

“You didn’t do this to me, Bellamy. This one is on me. I hid the broken ribs and I stayed in the mountain for too long. I did this to myself.” I insisted, unwilling to allow him to blame himself for my injuries and I could recognise that this aspect had caused the most damage to him emotionally. 

“Please. Tell me how this blood isn’t on my hands, because I can’t see it.” He whispered, hardly able to get the words out as he stared at me in desperation and I longed to wrap him in my arms, holding him until he came back to his senses.

“Earlier today, you reminded me that we are still just kids, doing the best that we can. You could never have known what was going to happen. The only people with blood on their hands are the ones who plotted to kill us. You don’t get to punish yourself for being human.” I asserted with as much strength as I could and he finally allowed a tear to roll down his cheek. “You did what you believed was right. You can’t be blamed for what happened after.” I confirmed, reaching out to brush the tear away, but he leaned away from me.

“I’m pretty sure that Raven would disagree.” He divulged in a hoarse voice, roughly wiping his tears aside as if he were frustrated at himself for showing weakness and for a moment, I felt lost for words.

The distance between us felt like miles and I couldn’t think on how to reach past the blame that he was determined to carry. For the first time since we’d been together, he felt like a stranger to me and it strung to realise that I hadn’t known him for long enough to know how to handle this. The only remaining truth that I could offer was my own insight and I took a deep breath as I returned my mind to the weeks that I spent captive in Mount Weather.

“When I thought that I lost you, I was like a totally different person. That kind of grief, combined with all of the what ifs and missed chances, it brings out the worst in you. She’s dealing with so many constantly changing emotions and she just needs someone to direct them at.” I expressed, using my experiences to try to remove some of the impact of Raven’s attack and he listened obediently whilst still keeping his gaze trained away from me.

“You’re an easy target for her and she needs that right now. For me, it was Miller.” I admitted, causing him to finally glance up at me in confusion. “In my mind, I lost you because he took me when you were fighting Tristan. I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge that he was just protecting me as you’d asked. I believed that I could’ve saved you and he stopped me from doing that. I was so angry with him.” I divulged, feeling the familiar pain of shame in my chest as I recalled the way that I had spoken to Miller back then and Bellamy seemed equally shocked by my confession.

“But you got me back. Raven won’t get a redo like we did.” He sighed, seeming even more remorseful as he considered this and I felt at a loss for anything else I could say to help him. 

“I did. And I will always be grateful for that.” I confirmed, squeezing his hand with appreciation, but he barely even reacted to me. “I forgave Miller long before I knew that you had survived. It took a lot of soul searching and I think it probably made a big difference that we had to work together to survive, but I accepted that it wasn’t fair to blame him. I’d even consider us friends now. Raven will forgive you in time. For now though, you need to forgive yourself.” I urged, staring into his face with concern, but he remained distant as if I hadn’t even spoken at all.

“We will need to work together to survive again soon if Kane doesn’t act.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of stress and I tilted my head at him in question. 

“We’ve got an army of grounders surrounding us at this very moment. If the Commander decides to change her loyalties again like she did at Mount Weather, we won't stand a chance.” He presented as if this threat were obvious and I leaned away from him slightly in shock.

This was the last thing that I had expected him to say and it took several minutes for me to form a response as I struggled to understand who he was referring to.

“Indra’s army.” I pointed out firmly, but he stared back at me with an unchanged expression. “They’re here to help us fight Azgeda. This isn’t like before. We’re the thirteenth clan now.” I argued, confused that we were even discussing this and he scoffed at me in an antagonising manner. “We can trust Trikru. Indra has proven herself too many times for you to disrespect her like this.”

“Indra is a grounder! Trusting a grounder just got thirty six of our people killed.” He hissed, seeming as if he were losing his patience with me and I felt my eyes widen at his attitude. “You are too attached to them to see this for the danger that it is. It’s time that you remembered who your people are and started thinking of their safety.” He lectured, already warming into a familiarly protective attitude and I felt my temper rising at the sight of it.

“I am thinking of my people, despite the fact that you are currently behaving like children.” I spat, my sympathy rapidly being pushed aside for anger as he seemed to have suddenly forgotten the months of work that had gone into campaigning for peace, in favour of viewing every grounder in the same light.

Bellamy clenched his jaw at my words, avoiding meeting my eyes as he fidgeted in place and I crossed my arms defensively. A few moments of silence passed as we both attempted to calm ourselves and I couldn’t allow things to fester any longer between us, as I decided that it was time to address his behaviour. 

“If you’re so concerned about our safety, why did you quit the guard?” I asked in a cold tone, allowing my expression to reveal my annoyance for his dishonesty and he whipped his gaze back up to me in panic. “Kane told me. He hoped that I might be able to convince you to reconsider, but if I’m honest, I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you working as a guard right now. I know that you feel like you need to keep us safe, but you’re being paranoid-”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” He yelled as he rose to his feet in anger and I flinched at his unexpected outburst, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re so blinded by your loyalty to Arlo that you can’t see what's right in front of you. My decision to trust a grounder opened us up for betrayal, again. We have to be wiser. Wake up, Indie! Kane’s got you dancing to his tune!”

“And it sounds like Pike’s finally got you dancing to his!” I snapped viciously, causing him to curse under his breath and storm out of the room without another word, leaving the door hanging open behind him.

“Bellamy!” I yelled after him, hardly able to believe that he’d walked out on me when he knew I couldn’t leave and I threw off my covers to prepare to follow him, when Jackson rushed in.

“Woah, woah!” He gasped, glancing back out of the door with disbelief. “Indie, don’t even think about getting out of that bed! You’re not well enough.” He ordered, barging his way over to push me back and due to my weak state, I couldn’t fight as he lifted me slightly to prop me back on the mattress.

“Jackson. I need to-”

“I understand that you want to go after your man, but just give him some time to cool off. He’ll come back when he’s ready.” Jackson argued, blocking the door from my reach and I reluctantly flopped into lying down with exhaustion. 

“You might as well get comfortable, honey. You’re not going anywhere. I need to get these dressings changed, anyway.” He added as he approached to ensure that I was secure in the bed, before he busied himself with treating my burns and I had no energy left to argue as I began to stew in my thoughts. 

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The effect of the pain relief was so strong that I didn’t even realise that I had fallen asleep until someone was shaking me. It was a battle to pull myself from the allure of sleep, as the exhaustion I felt was so intense that it felt unbeatable. Between blinks, I caught sight of Octavia standing above me with a panicked expression and the fear in her face spurred me into action.

“Indie, wake up! We’ve got trouble.” She hissed urgently and I sat bolt upright so quickly that it made me flinch in pain.

“What’s wrong?” I gasped, almost falling out of bed from dizziness and Octavia grabbed my shoulders to stabilise me.

She seemed to regret her decision to wake me, as I stared at her though unfocused eyes and I knew that she worried over my condition. After a few moments of staring at her insistently, she eventually cracked. 

“It’s Bellamy.” She sighed awkwardly, causing alarm to course through my body and miraculously, I was no longer tired. 

Octavia had to practically restrain me to prevent me from launching out of the bed and she hurried to explain so that I would cease fighting. 

“He’s not hurt!” She gasped in exasperation and I paused in place, viewing her with a feeling of intense dread. “He helped Pike’s crew to sneak guns out of the armoury. Lincoln and a couple of guards caught them trying to sneak out of camp. They were going to kill the army whilst they slept.” She explained as her face displayed her hurt at this discovery and I stuttered in shock, struggling to find any words to respond with.

“What?!” I spat, rubbing at my temples whilst my brain strained to comprehend this situation. Octavia watched me sympathetically as I wondered if I had somehow caused this, replaying our earlier conversation in my mind obsessively.

“That’s not even the worst of it.” She confessed in a careful voice and I could barely bring myself to meet her eyes as I steeled myself for more. “Kane and Abby came out to arrest them all and obviously it caused a scene. So, Pike started using it to preach his bullshit as usual and Bellamy publicly suggested that he run for Chancellor. Indie, he started the whole camp cheering for him.” 

“They’re not going to allow him to run, are they?” I breathed in horror as I understood that she had been correct to feel afraid in this camp and my anxiety was running in circles as I realised that she could be in danger. 

“I don’t think they have much of a choice. He has more support than we realised. There would be riots if they refused.” She mumbled, the colour draining from her face as she considered this and I rubbed at my face with a groan.

“This is insane!” I stated in disbelief, feeling as if I simply wanted to hide beneath my covers, but I knew that she was counting on me, amongst many others.

Pain pulsed in my head as I tried to push through my shock to form a plan, but I was overwhelmed with guilt and betrayal that clouded my judgement. It seemed utterly childish now that I had been so upset over Bellamy lying about his guard jacket when compared to something as extreme as this and I struggled to match this decision to the kind, understanding man that I knew. Octavia watched me with a similarly lost look in her eyes and I was glad to have her at my side to sympathise with the conflicting emotions that I battled. 

“Alright. Did Bellamy get arrested too?” I enquired in a forced attempt at a calm tone and she nodded without hesitation. “Good. It's a long shot, but if I can get in to visit him, then I might just be able to talk some sense into him before it’s too late.”

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OKAY So, after being told to post this story I am. I have been OBSESSED with an OC that is  set in The 100 timeline, so I decided to write about it. I will be doing Y/N dabbles but this is something thats been running through my head so here is its. 

It’s going to be a series but PLEASE give me feedback, reblog, all that stuff. 

A/N: This is about Marcus Kane’s daughter. In this his wife is still alive and such, and she ends up being floated after taking all the blame for stealing medication and other rations for sick kids. Calliope was with her and 19 at the time. But instead of floating her, Marcus convinced Jaha to send her down with the other kids. 

Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: None as of right now  Pairings: BellamyxOC (little fluff but not a lot)

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Prologue PT 1 

2 years before going to earth

The pounding sound was what woke her first. A pale, slender arm covered the eyes of Calliope Kane as she sighed trying to wake up. As the fog cleared and she started to become more coherent, the redhead heard the knocking on her door more distinctly. 

“Calliope, you need to get up and come eat. You have class.” Amara Kane said, knocking on her daughters door. “Quickly because i don’t want to hear you complain that you’re hungry again.” Callie knew her mother was waiting for an answer so she sighed and swung her legs out of bed. 

“I’ll be out in a second.” She yelled back as she threw her hair up in a ponytail. Walking over to the chair at her desk she looked down at her legs before putting them on. Rolling her eyes, Callie noticed the dark bruise blossoming against her cream colored skin. It must of come from her sparring session the day before. Her father wanted her to keep up her self defense classes by practicing with the guard cadets. Unfortunately that resulted in her getting bruises and the occasional face shot. But it also resulted in them getting their ass kicked for underestimating her. Smiling to herself, the red headed teen threw a tank top on and put a jacket over that before heading out of her room. 

Walking over to her mom, Callie gave her a kiss on the cheek and started eating what was in front of her. Amara leaned against the counter and smiled at her daughter while fixing her own brilliant red hair. Callie May look like her father but she had her mother’s hair and eyes. Watching as the girl got up, she handed her daughter her bag and brought her in for a hug. 

“I love you. Remember your father wants you to meet him later today okay?” Callie nodded as she made sure she had everything and started to head out the door. “Roger that mama. I’ll see you tonight, i love you too” she said stepping out into the hallway. 

The Kane’s lived in the nicer part of the Ark due to her father's position. Though she would be considered privileged, Callie tried to not be that way. She hated the clear divide that separated people and tried her best to not let that interfere with anything. Grabbing her book out of her bag, the redhead didn’t realize that someone had come up behind her till she felt her ponytail get yanked gently. Spinning around she came face to face with the brown eyes and olive, tan skin of Bellamy Blake. Shooting her a grin that made a small blush creep under the freckles on her face, Callie laughed when she realized who it was 

“What Blake, didn’t get enough of me when i kicked your ass sparing yesterday?” She asked as she continued walking. Bellamy was someone that didn’t treat her like glass due to her father. He was someone that actually put up a fair fight and he was that someone that gave her the bruise on her leg. “Come on cadet, I thought you would be tired of telling your friends that a girl bested you.”

The smile he gave her made Callie turn away. That damn dopey grin twisted her stomach into knots and made her want to trace the outline of his face. “Cal, I distinctly remember me going easy on you. It wouldn’t look right if i fought a girl.” The dark haired boy said. He focused on the way her tongue traced her lips as she turned back to him and laughed. Her red hair was able to shine bright under the harsh fluorescent lights and unlike everyone else that looked washed out, she managed to glow. Slowly shaking his head he smiled slightly at her laugh. He had dreams about that laugh since he met her two months ago.

 “Whatever you have to tell yourself at night Blake.” Callie said smiling at the nickname. Everyone called you Calliope or Callie. Bellamy started shortening it when you started hanging out and thigh she hated people calling her it, she didn’t mind when it rolled off his lips. Realizing he had stepped closer to her Callie’s heart started beating so fast that she thought it would jump out of his chest. Damn he smells good. She thought to herself as she slowly trailed her eyes up to his. “How about we have a rematch today? Then we can see whose the best.” He said quietly running the back of his hand up her arm. Callie’s breath caught as she noticed his smile widened. 

“Calliope there you are.” Marcus Kane’s voice boomed through the quiet hallway making the two jump apart. “Dad, hey!” Callie said turning to him, hoping the blush that was appearing on her face wasn’t too noticeable. Marcus stares at the kids and noticed that even though his daughter was beaming up at him, the Blake boy continued to look only at her.  “I wanted to speak with you before class today. I think we need to cut back on the training. Your mother noticed some big bruises on your legs this morning and was worried.” Callie rolled her eyes and sighed. 

“It’s not that big of a deal. It’s bound to happen, besides Blake over here needed to have some hits in.” She said laughing as she pushed slightly on his shoulder. Noticing the look of worry on Bellamy’s face she laughed. “Chill out pretty boy. It doesn’t hurt that much.” Walking away from him, she winked. “I’ll see you later tonight for a rematch.” 

Going over to her father, Callie stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you after class dad. Love you.” She said happily as she walked down the hallway. What she didn’t notice was the pair of eyes that followed her till she turned the corner. 

“Cadet Blake. I don’t think I need to remind you about the relationship you should be having with my daughter.” Marcus said focusing on the boy in front of him. Clearing his throat, Bellamy ran a hand through his hair. “Uh yes sir. Cal and i are just friends.” Nodding Marcus started going down the hallway before turning around with a small smile on his lips. “Try not to take it too easy on her in training. Just lay off the bruises for her mother’s sake.” 

Bellamy nodded at the retreating figure and started walking his own way. The entire time his mind was on the red headed wild girl that made him smile. 

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Calliope stood in the locker room changing into her work out clothes. It had been a long day and it turned into an even longer one after the meeting she had with her dad. Closing her eyes Callie rubbed her forehead as she remembered the talk with im. 

“Calliope, you turn 18 in seven months. You NEED to figure out what you want to do.” Marcus said looking at his daughter. Sitting in his chair with her hair falling in her face, he marveled at how grown she already looked. How did his small, little girl become a woman over night. When she raised her green eyes to his brown, he sighed. That defiance that was showing he knew well. Too well sometimes. “You mean you want me to decide to follow you with the council.” She said, her eyes narrowing as she looked back down at her book. “I’ll figure it out dad, when I know you will know.” She said finally looking back up to him. 

Callie knew her dad wanted her to follow in his footsteps. Become the next Kane on the council, but the redhead knew that she never wanted to go down that path. Going down that path meant she had to follow the rules, and she honestly thought the rules were bullshit. Throwing a baggy tank top over her sports bra, the girl pulled her hair up into a braid and started wrapping her hands. Heading out to the practice room for sparring she noticed that only a few cadets were there today. Shrugging she went over to the punching bag and started. 

She had been zoned out for about five minutes before she heard her name. “Kane, Kane….Calliope!” She finally stopped and turned towards the voice. Noticing LT Shumway standing next to her, she stopped. “Hey! Sorry, I guess I was zoning out.” She said flashing him a smile. Chuckling, he shook his head as he looked at her. “No harm no foul. Just wanted to let you know that a lot of the cadets are out today due to some other issues. So you may be on your own today.” Nodding, Callie shrugged. “Not a big deal.” She said “Thank you for telling me.” Callie watched him walk away before she went back to what she was doing. 

After about 30 minutes she decided to go and shower and head back to her room. Walking down the hallway, she noticed she had about 45 minutes till she had to be back before curfew and decided to take her time. Standing in front of a window, she looked out at the vast emptiness that expanded in front of her. Seeing earth, she wondered what it would be like to finally be back down on the ground. To be able to live and be free, instead of suffocating to death up in space. Feeling hands on her shoulders, Callie tensed up and quickly shoved whoever it was against the window. Her forearm located against their neck. Hearing the chuckle, she released and let her arm fall at her side as she stared into the eyes that made her stomach do back flips. Raising her lips in a grin, she kept her hand resting on his arm. “Sorry about that. You know you can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

Bellamy tried to ignore the heat that rushed through is body when she pinned him against the window. He tried to ignore the way her body was still pressed to his when she let go and how her touch sent his mind into a frenzy. “My bad Red. I promise I will make myself known next time. “ He said laughing a bit. Callie had finally realized how close she was to him and  stepped back. The dark haired boy tried to hide his disappointment. “How about I walk you back to your quarters. Don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.” All Callie could do was nod as they started walking that way. 

“I didn’t see you at the training area today.” Green eyes flicked over to catch the dark brown ones that she was starting to fall for. “I thought you owed me a rematch.” Callie said flashing a smile. Bell nodded and ran a hand through hair. “Yeah, I had to do some other training and shadowing, next time though. I promise.” It was a promise he intended to keep. Any way to get the feeling of her hands on his body, or her underneath him was something that he wanted to accomplish. A lot of people thought that Callie was little miss perfect. Perfect life...perfect family...perfect everything. Truth be told, he thought the same thing. Till he got to know her and everything changed. Now he can't imagine not being able to talk to the girl, even if it's just passing her in the hall and saying hi. 

“Well i’m here. Thanks Bell for walking me back. I should probably get inside before my mom has a fit.” She said. As if on cue  the door slid open and low and behold her mother was standing there with a small smile on her face. “Calliope, it’s almost curfew.” She said with knowing eyes. “Yeah mom, hence me being here ten minutes before.” The redhead said with a small smile. Looking at Bellamy, she squeezed his arm before stepping inside. “I’ll see you tomorrow for that rematch okay?” Callie smiled and the door shut. 

“It’s a date.” The dark hair boy said chuckling as he walked back down the hall. 

[mrprettywhenhecries]

❝I Don’t Think You Notice (What You Did To Me )❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ rewriting ]

❝All that Glitters❞ A Bioshock AU ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ on hiatus ]

❝Sick Day❞ ✧ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Say Anything❞ ✧ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

⟶ Runaway Max Lore ⟶ Billy Hargrove NSFW Alphabet ✳︎ ⟶ Lewgrove Valentine's Day Headcanons

❝Make Another Home Here❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ coming soon! ] ⤷ continuation of I Don't Think You Notice

❝Worth the Squeeze❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader • [ ongoing ]

❝Home for the Holidays❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)

❝A Little Bit of Sugar❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)

❝Wrapped in a Bow❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)

❝Don't Waste Your Time (On Me)❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ ongoing ]

❝The Best❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Take Me Out❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers (oc)

❝Looks Better on You❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Run Rabbit, Run❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) [ kinktober 2024 ]

⟶ Wingator Valentine's Day Headcanons

❝Go For It❞ ⤷ Baron ✗ f!reader

❝All In❞ ✧ Trust Fund Cole ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ⤷ 1. Making Waves

❝Just a Ride❞ ✧ part one // part two ✳︎ ⤷ Benny Cross ✗ f!reader

⟶ Benny teaching you to ride

❝Ghost Stories❞ ⤷ Halloween collab with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ oc, Eddie Munson ✗ oc, Robin Buckley ✗ oc

❝A Series of Firsts❞ ⤷ written for @/ockissweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Joey Hargrove (oc) ✗ Melody Munson (oc)

❝Cleaning Duty❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Practice Run❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Robin Buckley ✗ Blossom Bellamy (oc)

❝The Wrong Date❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc), Eddie Munson ✗ Lydia Bellamy (oc)

✳︎ denotes smut updated: 10/28/24

[ divider credit(s) — subheaders (series/one shots & drabbles/imagines/headcanons) @/cafekitsune ]

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II. Whistledown’s Mistake

The Perfect Match     ➛ A Timeline Anomaly Bridgerton!AU by @seanfalco​ & @super-unpredictable98​

Dear Gentle Reader,

Another social season is upon us and Miss Blossom Bellamy, this year’s potential Diamond, has just entered society in a much a more gracious manner than her elder sister Lydia, who has rebuked all suitors since her debut and is quickly on the way to spinsterhood, along with her closest friend Winrey Lewis.  However, when not one, but three eligible young gentlemen rejoin the ton after years of being away, the social scene is certain to be turned on it’s head. Let the race to find the perfect match begin!

❥ Word Count: 8.2k ❥ Tags/Warnings: Nathan Young x oc, Sean Falco x oc, Regency AU ❥ a/n: Fun fact: The actress who plays Ruth in Misfits episode two is the very same who plays Lady Trowbridge. A perfect little coincidence.

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❝And what are your plans for the day, brother?” Nats asked as Nate joined them at the breakfast table.

"I don't know... take my horse for my ride?  Maybe look for some new young ladies at the park, allow Miss Lewis to miss me.  Do you have any specific plans?"

Nats rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. “I thought I might call on Miss Bellamy,” he admitted. 

“I was thinkin’ the same,” Sean murmured, taking a sip of his tea. 

“So, you two found some young ladies that have caught your interest then?” their mother exclaimed, perking up at the thought.

"Oh for sure, mama!  They were smitten, completely enchanted by these two sisters.  The two looked quite similar despite their age gap, except one of them behaved herself as if the ballroom was a boxing match," Nate snorted before taking a large bite of his apple.

Louise’s expression darkened for a moment as she glanced at Nathan. “I heard that you had a hand in that as well,” she said, lifting the newest edition of Whistledown’s scandal paper. “Perhaps it would do well for me to meet this family soon,” she mused.

"You know your boy, Mama, I'm an angel!" Nate smirked before getting up. "Now If you'll excuse me, the dowager Lady Trowbridge and I have a conversation to finish."

Deciding to indulge Lady Trowbridge, Nathan joined her and the young lord for a promenade.  He was usually luckier with widows; it would be ridiculously easy to have her, but the one he was truly hoping to run into was Miss Lewis.

Out in the park, Win sullenly followed after her step mother, begrudgingly staying in stride with her step sister. 

"Hoping to run into anyone today, Winrey?" Delilah asked pointedly, her gaze scouring the other faces out promenading. 

"No, just glad for the fresh air," Win countered, trying not to let Delilah's jab get to her. "I'm surprised no gentlemen have come to call on you today, especially after dancing with so many last night," she taunted, her lips twitching at the way Delilah bristled.

However, Win did a double take when she espied Lady Trowbridge on the arm of one Nathan Young and her lips pressed into a thin line at the sight. 

"I am talking to you!  What are you staring at—?" Delilah snapped, turning to follow Win's line of sight.  "Oh, one of the new gentlemen to join Mayfair," she mused, looking Nathan over with a look that Win didn't care for.  "I didn't get a chance to dance with any of them last night..." 

Nate simply waved at Win from across the park with a roguish grin and tipped his top hat.  Oh, but she looked furious... and he couldn't be happier about it.  Everything was working according to his plan. 

"Oh, piss off," Win muttered under her breath, hastening her steps to get ahead of her step sister while pointedly tearing her eyes from Mr. Young.  Finding a spot beneath a shady tree, she settled onto the deserted bench to read.

"Lovely afternoon, is it not, Miss Lewis?" Nate asked, standing behind her.  "May I join you?"

“I thought you were escorting Lady Trowbridge,” Win said, not bothering to look up from her book.

"She had to tend to the little Lord, he's bein' fussy," Nate chuckled.  "I did not think you would even notice my presence, I thought there was nothing about me worthy of notice," he teased, using her words from the night before against her.

Win scowled, silently cursing herself.  "I didn't,” she snapped.  “I merely noticed Lady Trowbridge's lovely new dress and happened to see you with her."

"I see... interesting of you to say you liked her dress, your face gave me a different idea.  Indeed, you seemed displeased.”  Nate sat down next to her, taking his hat off and shaking out his curls.

Win tried her best to ignore him. "I don't remember giving you permission to join me," she said, turning the page of her book.

"Would you like me to leave?" Nate asked innocently, his hand brushing her shoulder as he leaned back against the back of the bench.  "I could leave, but I'm afraid our conversation would be much more interesting than the one I would have with Lady Trowbridge."

Win bit her lip, weighing her options.  On one hand, she didn't really want him to leave.  On the other, she didn't want that to go to his head and have him think she was in the palm of his hand. 

"And what might we converse about, my Lord?" she asked, avoiding his question, her gaze flicking over to him, admiring his profile for a moment.

The response was a victory in Nathan’s book and he grinned even wider.  "I don't know, maybe I should start by apologizin' for last night.  I did not mean to be so... abrasive."

Again, Win deliberated.  Speaking with him was like playing a game of chess.  

"I suppose I acted rather rashly myself," she conceded.  "But I wish you would answer me truly.  Do you have any intent to find a wife?" she asked.

"I have never found a lady that made me think of marriage before.  I don't precisely plan on finding a wife, but... I'm also not against marriage," Nate admitted.  It was true; he just didn't want to rush like his father and make the same mistakes he had.

"I… feel the same," Win admitted, setting her book down to actually look at him.  "That is why I haven't yet accepted anyone's hand.  I want to find someone who... stimulates me," she murmured, her lips twitching mischievously.

"I can definitely stimulate you, that is for sure," Nathan's voice dropped and he leaned closer slightly.  "I've been told I'm quite good at stimulating young ladies," he joked.

Win laughed, throwing her head back and attracting some stares from passersby.  "Oh, I'm sure you could, my Lord," she replied, leaning in as well before pulling back, her face warming.  "Except as you just admitted, who will say if you will stay?  I feel you are the type to bore easily."

"Usually I am, but you challenge me.  I've never been challenged by a lady before.  They are always so happy just to attract my attentions..." Nate shrugged, he couldn't make any promises, but he hadn’t feel the need to dance with any other young lady after Win had left the night before.

"Never?" Win gasped, tilting her head.

"No, I am used to having my way with impressionable young ladies who know no better or older ladies who have just lost their husbands," Nate said out loud for the first time.

Win blinked at him, surprised at his candor.  "Does that truly make you happy, my Lord?"

"It does not make me sad... I never truly stopped to think about what makes me happy," Nate frowned in thought.

"Well, maybe you should," Win said, noticing Delilah heading their way. "Shit..." she swore under her breath as her step sister neared. 

"Winrey, there are you.  And who is this, you've been entertaining, unchaperoned?" she asked with a smirk, looking Nathan up and down with interest. 

"We are in a very public park," Win shot back, gesturing to those nearby. "I would hardly call that unchaperoned."

"Not even with my biggest efforts would I be able to hide any improper acts in front of all these people," Nate chuckled.  He had spotted this particular lady at the ball, but she seemed so high in her in-step, it was laughable.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" Delilah exclaimed expectantly, placing her hands on her hips, and Win rolled her eyes. 

"Mr. Young, this is my step-sister, Delilah Edwards.  Delilah, this is Mr. Nathan Young, of Ireland."

"Hello, Miss Edwards," Nate murmured, making no effort to take her hand, eager to show Win he wasn't interested in impressing any other ladies.  Delilah frowned when he ignored her outstretched hand and Win had to quickly stifle her amusement behind her own gloved hand.

"Delilah, Winrey!  We are leaving!" Lady Karen called, ushering for them to follow. Win let out a sigh and reluctantly stood.  

"Will I see you tonight?" she asked quietly.

"Most definitely," Nate nodded, sparing Win a flirty wink as she left, just as Lady Trowbridge returned, carrying her son. 

"Apologies, I did not mean to keep you waiting, my Lord" she said, taking the seat Win had just vacated and Win's grin slipped, but she quickly schooled her expression and followed her step sister. 

"I'm going to ask him to dance tonight," Delilah exclaimed matter of factly, glancing over her shoulder as they departed. 

"You do that," Win huffed, not bothering to look back.

"I hear someone caused a scene last night... again," Lady Bellamy scolded once Lydia finally left her room. "When will you learn?" 

"In her defense, the young man was incredibly disrespectful towards Winrey," Lord Bellamy said, stroking his daughter's hair. "She did dance with a gentleman, and she was the picture of candure." 

"That is good news.  Let's hope this gentleman decides to call on you today!"

"You have callers, ma'am," one of the servants announced as the Bellamys gathered in the drawing room, Lydia playing the pianoforte while Blossom accompanied her with the violin. "The Youngs are here." 

"Let them in!" Lady Bellamy exclaimed.  "And make sure we have plenty of biscuits and tea for our guests!"

"Good afternoon, Lord Bellamy, Lady Bellamy," Sean said, bowing his head as he led his family, sans Nathan, into the Bellamy drawing room. "Miss Bellamy, Miss Blossom," he added, flashing her a smile.

"Good afternoon!” Lord Bellamy rushed to shake his hand and introduce himself to their mama. "Please join us, tea should be here any moment." 

"These handsome boys must be the ones I've been reading about.  I'm delighted to finally meet you," Lady Bellamy greeted.  "I must congratulate you, Lady Young."

"Why thank you, Lady Bellamy, and I must congratulate you on your beautiful family as well," Louise exclaimed, taking a seat at the table with her. "It seems two of my sons have expressed interest in your daughters.  Perhaps we have much to talk of," she mused, accepting the cup of tea from a servant. 

"Seems like it, I am not surprised to see Blossom's heart being stolen, but my Lydia... she is one sharp lady, very strong-minded," Lady Bellamy laughed.  "You can not imagine how pleased I am." 

"How are you feeling today, Miss Blossom?" Sean asked, offering her a bouquet of flowers.

"Much improved, my lord," Blossom accepted the flowers and brought them closer to take in the scent. "Thank you so much, they are so beautiful."

“Ah, I am so glad t’hear that,” Sean murmured, watching her with a dreamlike expression on his face.

"Miss Lydia," Nats greeted, tipping his hat to her before taking it off.  "I hope my twin’s awful personality did not tarnish your evening last night," he said, hoping to charm her with a roguish grin of his own.

"I do not believe Mr. Nathan has that sort of power, not after you were so kind and brought back so many memories I hold dear," Lydia smiled, her heart fluttering.

"You've no idea how glad I am t'hear that," Nats sighed, gulping down the entire cup of tea set before him.

"I hoped you would visit today, after we were interrupted last night," Lydia picked up a biscuit as she took a sip of her tea. 

“Course!” Nats exclaimed before reigning himself in, quickly covering his mouth as a bubble of air escaped his lips. 

"Perhaps we should set up a match?" Louise murmured, her eyes flicking over to their children speaking across the room. 

"Perhaps... Can you imagine, Charles, both of our girls married—Blossom finding her husband her very first season?  It is a dream come true, Lady Young!" Lady Bellamy exclaimed.

“It seems even this Lady Whistledown has noticed,” Louise said, opening the papers.  “Just think, my Sean and your Lydia, and my Nathaniel and your Blossom,” she mused, failing to notice Lady Whistledown’s mistake. 

"Wait, that's not how–" Charles exclaimed with a grimace, remembering the night before and which couples had danced together. 

"Perfect!" Linda interrupted his train of thought. "Look at them, they all get along!  Whenever they have children we can all spend the holidays together.  We’ll have the most beautiful family!" 

Lydia covered her face to quiet her laughter.  If Win was here she would tease me to no end, she would make a point to point out the redness on my cheeks... 

Meanwhile Blossom nearly choked on her tea, for a moment Nats stole her gaze, just as their mamas were watching. 

"Oh my..." she whispered, coughing against the back of her hand. 

“How lovely!” Louise exclaimed, clapping her hands together, noticing the way Blossom was looking at Nats.

"Do not worry about the dowries, as soon as your boys propose we have everything prepared," Linda assured, setting her tea cup down.  "So, it is decided, we could seek a special marriage license from the archbishop, but not too soon... this way the rest of the ton won't think my girls are somehow compromised," she suggested. 

"It is decided," Louise nodded in agreement, grinning into her tea cup.  "Tonight at the Trowbridge Ball, our children shall attend together before we make the marriage announcement." 

“My apologies,” Nats exclaimed, “but are you quite alright, Miss Lydia?” he asked, noticing how flushed she’d become, afraid he’d offended her.

"I am!  I am more than alright," Lydia answered, still trying to fight a fit of giggles as she gently patted her sister's back. "I just– it is unseasonably warm..."

"Is it warm? I hadn't noticed," Nats murmured, his gaze quickly dipping down to Lydia's bosom and back up again. 

"I'm quite sensitive to the warmth, I get flushed so easily..." Lydia tried to laugh it off.  In fact, Nats was unlike any other man she had met before, he wasn't stuck-up and humourless like most of the London crowd.

Nats' lips stretched into a grin. "Are you sure it's not that I perhaps made you warm?" he asked, the very appearance of innocence despite his grin. 

"You forget yourself," Lydia tried to sound outraged, but he couldn't be more right. "What extraordinary act of yours could possibly make me warm, Mr. Young?" 

"And are you quite alright?" Sean asked, frowning at Blossom's disheveled expression.

"Yes, I apologize," Blossom put on a smile, still trying to understand what that feeling stirring in her stomach was.  "I was startled, that is all." 

"I'm afraid my brother can be quite startlin'," Sean replied smoothly. "You mentioned the other night that you play the pianoforte, amongst other instruments. Might I have the honour of hearing you play?" 

"Of course, my lord, it will be my pleasure," Blossom finally felt in control again, her confidence restored as she sat in front of the pianoforte. 

"Hmm, I don't know, why don't you tell me, Miss Bellamy," Nats teased, enjoying watching her get riled.  

As Blossom began to play, Sean sat nearby to watch, enthralled, oblivious to their mamas’ schemes in the corner. 

"My husband shall know what makes me warm and no one else," Lydia teased back, fanning herself delicately. "Well… my husband and Miss Lewis, of course.  She knows everything about me." 

"I see," Nats mused, looking thoughtful.  "Perhaps I shall need to speak with Miss Lewis, then.  I have many questions," he smirked, winking at her. 

"Good luck, Mr. Young, I have Win's complete loyalty, she would never tell you my secrets.”  Lydia bit her lip softly, wondering if she wanted him to know of her... proclivities.

Nats raised an eyebrow at her as he brought his drink to his lips, drinking down most of his tea at once.  There was something about her that made him want to know more. 

The movement of Nats' adam's apple left Lydia hypnotized and she fanned herself more aggressively.  "W-would you like some more tea?" 

Nats noticed that her flush had seemed to deepen and he agreed, if only to further fan the flames, as it were.

"It seems we're going to the Trowbridge Ball together tonight," Lydia murmured.  "I hope your twin doesn't cause any more problems for us." 

"You and me both," Nats grumbled, forgetting himself for the moment and stuffing a biscuit into his mouth. 

"Jesus Christ..." Lydia swore under her breath, tearing her eyes away from him before he noticed her stare, glancing at Sean and her sister instead. 

Wiping the crumbs from his hands, Nats finally realized what he'd done and grimaced, having missed some crumbs on his face. 

"Manners," Louise warned quietly as she noticed her son's behavior. "What shall your future wife think? That you were raised by animals?" 

"We do not mind, we grew up with a brother," Lydia laughed. 

"Sorry mum," Nats mumbled, though he brightened at Lydia's laugh. 

"We must bid our guests goodbye for now, girls," Linda announced, getting to her feet next to the pianoforte.  "We must pick up your dresses at the modiste for tonight's ball." 

"It was a pleasure t'see you again.  You play quite beautifully," Sean said, bowing to Blossom before nodding to Lydia and following his mother.

"I guess I'll see yeh tonight," Nats murmured, winking at Lydia as he too made his exit. 

"Thank you, I shall see you tonight!" Blossom bowed before falling on the couch with a huge sigh once they’d made their exit. "Isn't he dreamy?" 

"He is..." Lydia giggled, squirming in excitement. 

"There's only one issue, my love!" Charles called, but his wife had already hurried out of the room, too busy ushering the girls to the modiste to listen.

That evening Blossom and Lydia made sure to look their best—Blossom in a beautiful pink gown with embroidered flowers and her hair up in a plaited updo while Lydia wore a teal dress with long sleeves and amethyst gems, both of them covered in diamonds. 

"Win!  You will not believe what happened when Mr. Young called on me earlier!" Lydia exclaimed, spotting her friend in the crowd and hurrying to her side.

"I have news of my own," Win whispered back, taking Lydia's arm and pulling her somewhere more private.  "What happened with you?" she asked excitedly.

"Nathaniel and I were having some tea and not only was he eating like a beast, he- he... you know!  I cannot say it out loud or I shall blush!" Lydia squealed, nearly vibrating in place. 

"Oh my God!" Win gasped, knowing how strangely alluring Lydia found that sort of thing, even if it didn't make sense to her.  "Did he notice how flustered you were?" she wondered.

"Oh, he noticed my embarrassment, but I doubt he was able to puzzle out the why of it," Lydia whispered mischievously. 

"Perhaps he'll continue doing it without realizing," Win joked teasingly before snorting in amusement.

Lydia giggled, smacking Win’s arm playfully with her fan.  "And what of your news?  Did something happen?" she asked.

"I was out promenading this morning, and I may have run into Nathan Young," Win answered discreetly. "And... he might not have been such an arse this time,” she added, fighting the grin that threatened to tug at her lips.

"Oh my!  Maybe you will be the lady who will reforms that rake!  How exciting!" Lydia exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"I don't know about that, but I suppose I did enjoy spending time with him earlier, until Lady Trowbridge returned," Win grumbled.

"He was promenading with that old hag?  She has no class, always showing off too much of her chest.  She was lucky to trap Lord Trowbridge in the first place, may he rest in peace," Lydia muttered, tilting her friend's chin up.  "There's no comparison, if he has any taste, he should keep being kind to you."

Win smiled softly, embracing Lydia for a moment.  "Speak of th'devil," she murmured, opening her eyes and noticing the Young family entering the ball.

"Let us say hello!" Lydia dragged her friend across the ballroom, much too excited.  "I heard they have champagne tonight..." 

"Lady Young!" Lady Bellamy greeted, followed by her husband and other children. "Your boys look dashing tonight!"

“And your daughters are the picture of beauty!” Lady Young exclaimed. 

"You are too kind, Lady Young," Blossom grinned, curtseying. 

"Go on, Sean, why don't you ask Miss Lydia to dance?" Louise murmured in her son’s ear. "Do not be shy." 

“Miss Lydia?” Sean asked, slightly confused, but he obeyed his mother and asked Lydia to the floor. 

"What?  But the champagne..." Lydia murmured in dismay, though she wouldn't dare look disappointed and be rude to her sister's suitor. "Pardon me, my Lord.  I did not mean to be ungrateful." 

“No, I’m sorry, perhaps after this dance I could get you some refreshment,” Sean offered awkwardly. 

"Oh, that is not what I meant.  I was hoping your brother would like some..." Lydia shook her head. 

“Oh… I uh, I guess, would you like to dance, Miss Blossom?” Nats asked, just as confused as his brother as he watched Sean take off with Lydia. 

"Um... yes?" Blossom took his hand. "You don't mean to tell me you want my blessing to ask for my sister's hand," she laughed. 

“I—“ Nats floundered, nearly tripping over his own feet.  He barely knew Lydia, and though he very much enjoyed her company, would it be presumptuous to ask for her hand so soon?

“Oh! I see,” Sean replied, raising his hand to press his palm to Lydia’s as they pranced in a circle.  “You’re quite enamored with him, aren’t you?” 

"I hope I am not being a fool for admitting it, but yes..." Lydia mumbled somewhat quietly.  "I can only hope he shares the same feeling and returns my affections." 

“You’re certainly not a fool,” Sean assured her.  “My younger brother seems quite enamored with you as well.” 

"And you seem quite smitten by my sister's charms," Lydia commented.  "I probably should not tell you, but... she could barely sleep last night." 

“Really?” Sean asked, his lips twitching into a grin as his eyes sought Blossom across the room.

"Unfortunately I was the one she chose to keep her company in the garden when she could not sleep," Lydia chuckled. 

Sean couldn’t help but laugh at that.  “My apologies, my Lady,” he chuckled as the song came to an end.

"Do not worry, my Lord, seeing my siblings happy is what I hope for the most, it was my pleasure.”

"Do not be frightened, I was confused, but I suppose dancing with my suitor's brother is part of the courting process?" Blossom wondered. "It is important I get along with his family, is it not?" 

“I guess?” Nats replied.  “I’m not quite sure why our mamas insisted.” 

"Neither am I..." Blossom laughed.  "But I am willing to enjoy it, you are a fair dancer, sir.  My sister is quite lucky." 

 “Thanks,” Nats grinned, sashaying across the dance floor with Blossom.  “You look so much like her,” he observed.  “The family resemblance is strong.” 

"Thank you, I believe her the most beautiful lady I know, just as our mama," Blossom looked over his shoulder, stealing a glance at Lyddie and Sean. 

“Yes, very beautiful…” Nats murmured, watching Lydia spin in his brother’s arms. 

Suddenly the memory of what happened at teatime invaded Blossom's mind unbidden and she became very aware that Nats was holding her.  She did not like him in that way, by any means, but she couldn't help that strange feeling.  

“You alright?” Nats asked, noticing the strange look on her face. 

"Y-yes, I just remembered something, it is not your fault," Blossom swallowed, her chest heaving at the thought. 

“Would you like something t’drink?” Nats asked, still somewhat worried as Sean and Lydia arrived, joining them.

"Yes, please," Blossom nodded.  She was still as wise as a child about any sort of marital relations, she knew married people made babies, but had no idea how, making that feeling much more confusing. 

“Mr. Young,” Win greeted, inclining her head to Nathan as the others took off toward the dance floor.

"Miss Lewis."  Nate replied, kissing the back of her hand.  "Y'look particularly gorgeous tonight."

“You look rather dashing as well,” Win murmured, her face warming as she gazed up at him—his haphazard curls somewhat wrangled.

"Would you give me the honor?" he asked, offering his arm.  "Let us hide from your step-sister on the dance floor."

“I quite think it is you who should be hiding from her, and my step mama,” Win said, taking his arm.  “I fear they may be scheming something…”

"Allow them to scheme all they want, you know quite well where my intentions lie," Nathan said, though he did not exactly know where they lie himself, but knowing that they definitely did not lie with Delilah.

“Do I?” Win asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Well, not with Delilah… and certainly not with Lady Trowbridge," Nathan teased.  "I am quite interested in being challenged for now."

Win directed a smirk at him and turned to stand face to face with him, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder and slipping one into his warm hand.  “Lucky me.”

"I was glad to hear you are not in a hurry to wed, it gives us time to enjoy ourselves like this and keep our freedom for the moment being."  Nathan placed his other hand on her back, stroking gently.

“It grants you your freedom, surely,” Win frowned.  “For me, being unwed is more constraining.  Every move I make is scrutinized and judged.  I can’t go anywhere without a chaperone…”

"Believe me, Miss Lewis, many ladies have been in my presence unchaperoned and were never discovered.  All you need is t'be careful about it," Nate drawled, shrugging.

“Oh, many?  I see,” Win said, stepping back abruptly at the song change.  “Excuse me,” she mumbled, making her way away from him, her chest suddenly rather tight.

"Miss Lewis!" Nate called, trying to follow her through the crowd as he hurried away. "Please do not run, I did not mean to sound insensitive."

“There you are, Mr. Young!” Delilah cried, intercepting Nathan and letting Win get away. “May I have this next dance?”

"Uh... my apologies, I was lookin' for Miss Lewis–" Nate muttered, trying to get away before he found himself dragged back to the floor with Delilah.

“Lydia!” Win called, hurrying to join her friends, her face flushed with angry embarrassment just as Nats returned with two glasses of champagne, one for each sister. 

"I’m afraid we cannot drink it, the bubbles upset our stomach," Blossom said as her sister elbowed her. 

"Just drink it slowly, sister," she hissed before noticing her friend making a b-line for them, a distraught look on her face. "Winnie, what happened?  Where is Mr. Young?"

“I think Delilah may have caught him, but she can have him,” she huffed, trying to push down the disappointed feeling that threatened to choke her.

“Oh! I didn’t know, can I get yeh anythin’ else?” Nats asked sheepishly, Sean already on it, quickly returning with two glasses of lemonade. 

“Is this better?” he asked and Blossom nodded, accepting the glass. 

"Our brother had never had a problem, just Lydia and myself.  Do you... like champagne?" she asked as casually as possible. 

“Yeah, though I’m partial to harder spirits.  I’ll drink basically anythin’,” Nats admitted, tipping back the glass of champagne while Sean drank his more politely.

"Oh dear..." Blossom laughed, her eyes traveling from one brother to the other.  She wished Sean would act more like Nathaniel, but she felt as if she would have to ask for it in private. Maybe once they were married… 

"What did he do?  That arse–” Lydia swore, “was he rude to you again?" she demanded, wrapping her arms around her friend.

“He was speaking of his past conquests so casually—“ Win cut off, shaking her head. “I don’t know why it should bother me so,” she mumbled, angry at herself.

"The past does not matter, Winnie, he is interested in you.  No one has such a strong reaction if they do not care about someone," Lydia said, half distracted by Nats, but wanting to give her friend all the support she needed.  "As long as he does not treat you poorly..."

As Nathaniel finished, he let out a contented sigh and set the empty glass on a servant's tray as they passed. "You sure you're alright?" he asked Blossom, glancing between her and Lydia, trying not to eavesdrop on her and Winrey's conversation. 

"I–I don't care," Win insisted, grabbing a glass of champagne for herself and drinking it just as quickly as Nats had.

Blossom's eyes grew seeing Win act in that way. "I am–I shall need some fresh air, is there a terrace somewhere?" she asked, looking around hastily. 

"This way," Sean said, taking Blossom's hand to lead her to the nearby terrace balcony.

"You know, Win, my papa courted many women before he met my mama and you know how much they love each other," Lydia offered.  "Reformed rakes are the best husbands, so they say."

"Perhaps, but first he must want to be reformed," Win murmured, noticing him coming their way, no doubt having finally escaped her step sister.

"Miss Lewis, can I please have a word?  In private?" Nate asked pointedly.  "I've endured your step-sister's dreadful dancing, it is the least you can do."

"Of course," Lydia grabbed another glass of champagne for Nats and one lemonade for herself as she left Win with Nathan. "Would you like to see the garden, Mr. Young?"

"I would love to, Miss Bellamy," Nats said, taking her arm, glad to be able to have more time with her.

"Fine," Win snapped, giving Lydia a helpless look before following him. 

"So, how was dancing with Blossom?  She is lovely, is she not?  I wouldn't be surprised if the Queen made her the diamond of the season," Lydia smiled, watching Nats carefully.

"She is, but I'm afraid she doesn't hold a candle to you, if I may say," Nats murmured, glancing at her to gauge her response.

"I happen to disagree, but I appreciate your compliment," Lydia shook her head fondly, taking a seat on a stone bench facing the house.  "I do not understand what our mamas were thinking..."

Nats snorted.  "I'm afraid I've no idea.  If they were to actually pay attention for a moment, I should think it obvious that Miss Blossom and Sean are a match... as are we," he murmured, glancing at her hopefully.

"Yes, we are," Lydia nodded, itching to take his hand.  She wanted to touch him without her gloves, to actually feel his touch.  "I hope your intentions are more noble than your twin's.  I should love to tell you what makes me warm someday."

Nats swallowed thickly. "My intentions are certainly more noble, though perhaps not entirely innocent," he added under his breath.  "I should very much like to know what makes you... warm," he breathed, taking her gloved hand, his thumb brushing over the back of it as he watched her.

"At our age I doubt anyone is entirely innocent... the spring awakening of my passions started long ago," Lydia looked down, knowing looking at him would only make her heart race even more.  "That is why I have been after the boy I've met in the past.  I made a vow to marry him."

"That is why you haven't married?" Nats asked, a memory tickling at the back of his mind. He would have to speak to his mother about it, to confirm what his heart was telling him.

"Yes, no one ever compared to him, he was kind to me when nobody else was.  I hear people say I am beautiful now, but when I was younger..." Lydia smiled sadly.  "The likes of Delilah Edwards, Prudence Featherington, or Cressida Cowper made fun of me.  I was scrawny, my nose was much too big for my face, my eyebrows too thick..."

Nats clicked his tongue. "As if they have any room t'talk."

"You are too kind, Mr. Young," Lydia grinned, she appreciated how brass he could be, how he ignored the rules sometimes.

"Nah, just speakin' th'truth," he shrugged.

“We should probably head back inside, our mamas will lose their minds," Lydia said reluctantly before she could succumb to his charms and compromise herself.

"Thank you, my Lord. I am not hysterical, I promise," Blossom joked as they stepped off the dancefloor and out onto the nearby balcony,  making sure plenty of people could still see them to assure no one would make up any rumors.  "I simply... I've been dealing with this weird affliction, I don't quite understand it." 

"I didn't think that," Sean assured her. "If you don't mind me asking... what sort of affliction?"

"It's a... a weird prickly feeling, almost like I'm being tickled, but from the inside of my stomach, and my hands tingle.  I might be coming down with something," Blossom grimaced. 

Sean had to fight to bite back a smile at her description.  "I'm afraid, I don't believe you're coming down with anything," he tried to explain gently, not wanting to embarrass her.  "It's quite normal actually.  It's something that happens... when something excites you." 

"So could this be a good thing?" Blossom mused, she definitely liked it, she longed for that feeling and wanted to actively seek it.  How bad could it be?  "You say it's normal, do you feel like that?" 

"Sometimes," Sean answered truthfully.  "It usually happens in the presence of ladies I find... pleasant," he elaborated, trying desperately to be subtle, while wondering what had made her feel so. 

"Oh... I suppose that makes sense, I find you very pleasant," Blossom admitted innocently, leaving out the part where his brother and Win seemed to have that effect on her as well, even though she didn't have feelings for them. "I hope I can make you feel that way, my lord." 

"Oh!" Sean exclaimed, clearing his throat. "Y-yes, I should think you do—er, will," he stuttered, trying to calm himself.

"You make me feel safe, it's so easy to speak with you," Blossom looked up at him. "I'm usually embarrassed with everyone else, with you I blush from joy." 

"I'm glad. Being with you is effortless," Sean replied, taking her hand to press his lips to the back of it. "I wish to know everything about you." 

"As do I... about you I mean," Blossom laughed, her heart melting from how gentle he was.  "I believe I know enough about myself." 

Sean laughed along with her. "How are you feeling? Any less light headed?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was alright. 

"Yes, I feel wonderful," Blossom looked back where her mama talked to Lady Young and Simon stared dreamily at his childhood friend, Miss Daniels. "Is it too bad that I do not wish to go back?"

"Perhaps you wouldn't be opposed to a dance, then?" Sean offered, nodding toward the dance floor. 

"I'd be delighted," Blossom took his arm. 

"See how your eldest treats Blossom?  He's already like her older brother," Lady Bellamy observed, pleased as she caught sight of the couple taking the floor.

"You must know, I did not mean to boast about my past lovers, I was simply trying to ease your worries," Nate tried to explain without offending Win again.  "If you were to find yourself alone with me, I wouldn't let anything bad happen." 

Win took a deep breath, finally looking at him. "I see.  Define bad," she prompted. 

"I would never do anything you are not comfortable with.  I would not touch you unless you begged for it," Nate's voice dropped.  "And if you did beg and I did touch you, no one would be the wiser." 

Win's breath caught in her throat, her voice having failed her as her chest heaved, beginning to feel much the same as Blossom was.  "Aren't you th'gentleman," she joked faintly, already wanting him to touch her.  

"I am, and as a gentleman I do not do anything a lady does not want," Nathan had to fight not to smirk watching her reaction.  It was probably the most adorable yet sensual response he had ever seen.  "Or compromise them in the eyes of the ton." 

"That's... good," Win breathed, biting her lip, her eyelids fluttering as she leaned in closer, drawn in like a moth to the flame.

"When you bite your lip like that it makes it so hard not t'kiss you," Nathan brushed the hair away from her face.  "But I will keep my promise, nothing you do not ask for." 

Subconsciously leaning into his brief touch, Win swallowed, her eyelids lowering.  She wanted nothing more than to give in to her passions, the temptation too great.  "Please," she whispered, her eyes flicking back up to his. 

"As you wish, Miss Lewis," Nate looked around to make sure they were alone before he pressed his lips to hers, gently caressing the back of her neck.  "Am I the first?"

Win sighed softly as his lips caressed hers, more gentle than she'd expected. "I'm afraid not," she answered, hoping to make him a little jealous with her response.

"I hoped to stay in your memory as your first, but I suppose I'll have to settle for bein' remembered as the best," Nate breathed, still inebriated by her perfume. 

"Cocky bastard," Win snorted, tangling her fingers in the edges of his jacket. "You have a high opinion of yourself."

 "I might not the brightest, but I know what I'm doin' when it comes to this," Nate held her in turn, close to his chest.

“You certainly do,” Win replied breathlessly, not wanting to stop, though her sense of reason had just begun to kick back in and fear of getting hurt began to leech into her chest. “Nathan, I—I need to stop,” she said, pulling back, though it took every bit of strength in her to do so.

"All right... did I do something wrong?" Nate asked, also quite frustrated for having to stop when all he wanted was a taste of her lips again.

"No, I..." Win faltered for a moment, pressing her hand to her forehead.  "A lady must play at least a little hard to get, mustn't she?" she asked, her voice fainter than she would have liked.

"You believe if you don't I shall lose interest?"  Nathan looked deep into her eyes.  "I can promise, you shall never be less alluring on account of kissin' me."

"But you will... lose interest, eventually," Win mumbled.  "Maybe it would be best if we–" she trailed off, seeking his lips despite her hesitance. 

"The risk of heartbreak is what makes this so much more thrilling," Nathan murmured, kissing her back, his hand sliding down her back.

As much as Win wanted to tell him No, she didn't want to risk any heartbreak, the words caught in her throat and she kept kissing him.

"Someone's nearby," Nate pulled away, though his hand lingered on the small of her back.  "If you'd like t'go any further I know ways t'make that happen... though probably not in the middle of a ball," he laughed softly.

"What're you doin'?" Nats hissed, catching Win in his twin's arms. 

"Nathaniel!" Win exclaimed, quickly stepping away.  What would Lydia think?

"Showin' the young lady how to enjoy herself," Nate smirked.  "She was enjoyin' herself... right?  Do not worry, it was just a kiss.  Maybe three."

"If your rakish ways come back t'bite me in th'arse, I swear–" Nats began, pointing at his brother until Win grabbed his arm, interrupting him. 

"You wouldn't tell anyone about this?  If my step mama finds out–"

"He will not, he knows what would happen if he did and how angry Miss Bellamy would be to see her best friend ruined because of him," Nathan hissed.  "Right, brother?"

"That's what I was just sayin'!" Nats snapped back.  "You're lucky it wasn't anyone else who came in just now."

"I know, I know... I promise to be more careful in the future, now will you escort us back to the ballroom?" Nate asked.

On the way back, Win kept her hands to herself, flinching when she saw her step mother notice her.  

“There you are, Winrey!  Lord Lumley’s been looking for you for a dance.” Karen’s eyes slipped to Nathan. “I’m afraid we haven’t been introduced.  I believe you’ve been spending some time with my step daughter,” she said, eyeing him interestedly.

"Good evening, ma'am," Nate took her hand against his will—she reminded him way too much of her daughter.  "Mr. Nathan Young, I just moved with my brothers and my mama. Your stepdaughter is absolutely lovely, it has been a pleasure to be in her company."

“Really?” Lady Edwards asked, surprise leeching into her tone. “Might that mean a proposal soon?” she pried, frowning.

"I should be most fortunate if Miss Lewis should accept to be my wife, though I cannot say I fancy myself worthy of her hand," Nate said, realizing that he did feel that way to some degree.

“Ah, I see,” Karen mused, her gaze flicking to Win, who rolled her eyes.  “Pretty words, my Lord,” she murmured, “if empty.” 

“Miss Lewis, might I have this dance?” Lord Lumley asked, appearing by her elbow. 

Hesitating a moment, Win looked to Nathan before reluctantly accepting, knowing her step mother would not be pleased if she didn’t.  Nodding to the Young twins, she went out to the floor.

"Empty... much like Miss Edwards' head," Nathan grumbled, taking his leave to get a drink. He couldn't complain about seeing Win dance with that bumbling idiot… After all, he did not own her.  "Tell me good news, brother, you and Sean?"

“We seem to be having luck with our respective ladies, but something strange is going on with mother. I think she might have gotten confused as to which young lady is which,” he replied, wearing a tiny frown.

"It is not Mama's fault, it was Whistledown," Nate snorted, momentarily forgetting that Win was dancing with someone else.  "She must've gotten our names confused.  Her last issue reported that Miss Bellamy danced with Sean, and Miss Blossom danced with you."

“And to think even the great Whistledown can make mistakes,” Nats muttered. “I’ll have to speak with Mother and rectify this misunderstanding,” he said firmly, his eyes following Winrey. “ Might I inquire what your intentions are with Miss Lewis?” he asked pointedly.

"You may ask, but I do not have an answer," Nate honestly replied. "Not even I know what my intentions are.  I find her beautiful, she is spirited and interesting, but that is all I know." 

"Congratulations are in order, I hear, Mr. Young," Lord Bridgerton exclaimed as he joined the twins at the refreshment table.

“On what?” Nats asked, frowning.

“On your engagement, of course.  I overheard your Mamas speaking about it.  I hope for your sake that Miss Blossom is less... stubborn than her older sister.  Miss Bellamy is as unpleasant as she is pretty."

"What?" Nats asked, forgetting himself for a moment. "Did you say engagement?" he spluttered. "To Miss Blossom?  But I–!”  Nats gaped at the other man, completely forgetting what he was going to say to his brother about courting Miss Lewis. "I must talk to Mother now!" he exclaimed, hurrying through the crowd.

"Mama!  Why did Penelope Featherington just congratulate me on my engagement to Lord Young?" Lydia demanded, rushing towards the table where Lady Bellamy and Lady Young were sharing an exciting conversation. "I am not engaged, let alone to the elder Lord Young!"

 "It is only a matter of time, dear," Linda grinned drunkenly.  "He will propose soon enough." 

"Not to me!"

"Mama!" Nats cried, arriving at the table at the same time as Lydia. "Why would you speak for me in calling an engagement?" 

"Because darling, it is clear how much you fancy the young lady!" Louise answered, patting his cheek, just as tipsy as Lady Bellamy. 

"Except you have the wrong lady," Nathaniel hissed, lowering his voice.  "I am enamored with Miss Lydia while Sean has his eyes on Miss Blossom."

"How is that possible?  You seemed so in love dancing earlier," Linda laughed, thinking the children were trying to mock them. 

"That wasn't love, it was friendly affection. Which is all I can possibly nurture for Lord Young," Lydia explained. "How are we supposed to fix this mistake when it seems half of the ton already has the wrong idea?

"Mother, what is the meaning of this?" Sean asked worriedly, joining his brother, Blossom's hand still in his.  At his exclamation, Louise began to take things more seriously. 

"Are you saying this isn't a jest?" she asked. 

"Yes!" Sean and Nats answered together.  "Why would you put this into motion without so much as consulting us?"

"We just saw a good match and—we imagined you would wind up engaged sooner or later," Linda seemed to sober up from fear alone. 

"We are adults!  The gentlemen would propose if and when they were ready for that commitment!" Lydia nearly sobbed.  The idea of not being able to marry the only man she actually liked was too painful.

"There must be something we can do to rectify this mistake," Sean, ever the voice of reason spoke up, though he was clearly not happy with his mother either.

"By now Lady Whistledown must know," Blossom's voice trembled nervously.  "Everyone should think we're... depraved!" 

"You made this mess, Mama!  You fix it, I am not marrying any man except for Mr. Nathaniel!" Lydia scowled.

"I could possibly understand the mix up if it were between myself and Nate, but Sean?" Nats groaned.  All the colour had gone from Louise's face and she looked to Linda next to her. 

"There is not much we can do tonight. Let us meet tomorrow to see what our options are."

"I need some fresh air!" Lydia marched to the terrace where she found Win, looking less than happy.  "Winnie, what is it?  Did something happen between you and Mr. Young?"

"Yes, but–" Win noticed the look on Lydia's face and frowned, instantly concerned.  "It doesn't matter, what's wrong?" she asked, taking Lydia's face between her hands.

"Mama and Lady Young decided to tell everyone I am engaged... to Lord Young!" Lydia cried, hugging her friend tightly.  "And Blossom to Mr. Nathaniel."

"You jest!" Win exclaimed, her own troubles forgotten.  "What were they thinking?"

"I don't know!  People have been congratulating us, everybody knows," Lydia whined.

"Do not worry, Lyddie, I'm sure your families will fix this terrible misunderstanding," Win assured her, pulling her into her arms for a hug.  "Everything will work out in the end."

"I really hope so," Lydia sighed.  "I think... I think I'm falling for Nathaniel."

"Tell me about it," Win murmured.

"Oh... so I am not the only one?" Lydia pulled away to look at her.

"Oh, I didn't mean, Nathaniel, I meant... nevermind," Win said quickly.

"Nathan, you are in love with Mr. Nathan Young!" Lydia couldn't help but smile.

"I wouldn't say love!  Maybe strong attraction," Win backpedaled.

"How strong?"

"Too strong," Win grumbled ruefully.  "He scrambles my wits when he's near me."

"You smell like his cologne," Lydia teased, poking her shoulder.  "If there is anyone who can change his mind about marriage, it is you, the most beautiful and intelligent lady of the ton!"

Win had to hide her to smile behind her hand.  "You have entirely too much faith in me, Lyds."

"You have earned it, Win," Lydia pressed her lips to her friend's forehead.  "You will need to tell me bit by bit everything he said!"

"I don't really remember..." Win whispered, leaning into Lydia's embrace.

"Do you not remember or are you hiding something?  Winnie, I know you quite well..."

"Would you think less of me if I told you... we kissed?" Win asked in a tiny voice.

"Think less?  Never!  Be slightly jealous... maybe," Lydia giggled, unable to think of the trouble their mamas put them through, too happy for her friend.  "I could never think less of you, Winnie!"

"Good, I was so worried.  It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest, but... I worry what will happen when he tires of me and moves onto the next lady," she confessed.

"Who says he will? You are the very best the ton has to offer, there is no one better than you!" Lydia insisted. "Maybe it is time for that rake to settle down."

"I suppose we shall see," Win sighed. "Either way, at least I will always have you."

"Always and forever," Lydia nodded.

Win noticed her step mother hovering by the door and let out a sigh.  “I better get going, but I shall come visit tomorrow and help you with your dilemma,” she promised.  “Do not fret, you will have your love match yet!”

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[stories-from-my-notebook]

WIP MEME

The Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tagged by: @rivendell101

I’m giving the title, the ship, and a brief description. Most of these are either me writing down ideas related to it or I have no intentions of posting. I also keep two memos in my phone of ongoing ideas that have no document associated with it. 

Riverdale

What am I doing with my life? || Sweet Pea x Reader || basically me freaking out about my future, but turning it into a reader insert

Riv- pref - languages of love || A lot of people x Reader || This is done. I just never posted. How different characters give/receive love

Sweet blurb - injured incomplete || Sweets x reader || When FP and Fangs drag Sweet Pea home... and he is injured... Yeah... I wrote 1.5 pages and forgot this existed...

Oblivious || Sweet Pea x Reader || Future, reminiscing, finding out they both had feelings for each other

Control || No ship || A Halloween song-fic I never finished

Buffy??? || SP x Reader || The vampire Halloween fic I started with, but I didn’t like enough to write more than two pages

Havana || Sweet Pea x underdeveloped OC || Dirty Dancing inspired fic - hardly anything to share yet. All the document has is an outline of the character’s background

White Night || Sweet Pea x Reader/OC|| Literally only have four sentences for. It’s a reincarnation soulmate AU

Star Wars

Radar || Kylo Ren x Reader || In which the reader meets Matt the Radar Technician and feels start happening. (Although I never wrote that part, this is the start of the romance after he stopped being Matt)  

Kylo blurb - post matt || Kylo x Reader || This is an ongoing daydream in my head. I hardly write anything for it. This was more of an epilogue for Radar

Teen Wolf

Exams || Stiles x Reader || Scott, Stiles, and Reader study for exams, Reader struggling with stress, basically me during finals my last year of school

The 100

100 || Bellamy x OC || Scenes from throughout the seasons with my OC, mainly just me indulging myself in some Bellmay love

Spider-Man

El Blossom? || Peter Parker x OC || Miraculous Ladybug inspired fic. I’m still really early in development of the character, but if you watch Miraculous Ladybug it’s going to be a similar “love square.” This is what I’ve been thinking the most of lately. I even did a terribly drawn sketch of the outfit.

Tagging: I have no friends (come talk to me guys!), so I’ll tag some writers I really enjoy!

@sweetpca   @worriestothewind  @fcgartys

[super-unpredictable98]

Getting to know...

LYDIA

B A S I C S

full name: Blossom Lydia Bellamy

fandom: Misfits

face claim: Vicky, thank you so much for letting me take the pics, you amazing creature! ILYSM 

gender: cis-female

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

age: 20 (during the events of Hard Candy, 2009 post time travel)

zodiac: Sagittarius

nicknames: Lyds, Lollipop, Peanut, Lyddie.

O T H E R S

family: Linda Bellamy (mother), Charles Bellamy (father), Simon Bellamy (brother)

birthplace: Wertham

job: music teacher, musician, musical theatre performer (hopefully...)

phobias: being alone, losing the people she loves, becoming the person she used to be again, never achieving her goals.

guilty pleasures: Nathan (lol jk), seeing Nathan annoy people, bad reality shows, smoking weed (more like shotgunning weed).

M O R A L S

morality alignment: chaotic good

sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert / extrovert (depends who’s around)

organized / disorganized

close minded / open minded

calm / anxious

disagreeable / agreeable

cautious / reckless

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic

traditional / modern

hard working / lazy 

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Nathan/Lydia

ot3: Nathan/Lydia/Win (@seanfalco​‘s oc)

brotp: Kelly/Lydia, Simon/Lydia, Alisha/Lydia, Curtis/Lydia, Nikki/Lydia (sort of lol)

notp: Lydia/anyone who isn’t Nathan and so help me God, she will freak the fuck out.

[destroysworldsxarc]

                  a group verse inspired by this post

        welcome to the family.    it may be dysfunctional and hectic,   but it is yours.    it’s a place for you to belong,   a place for you to blossom and bloom under the watchful eyes of marcus kane and abby griffin.   you have your own domains,   some of you share this domain with other members of this fucked up family,   some of you are trusted enough to be left alone.   there are rules to follow and schedules to keep,   but you’re only teenagers,   who can blame you if you ignore authority   ?

the basics:

       marcus kane and abby griffin run a home for troubled teenagers.   they take them in,   house them and try and get them back on the right path in life.   they help put them through school, college, work and try and make them model citizens for society once again.   but these teens / young adults are troubled for a reason,   so authority can be hard to follow.  

rules:

this group verse is run by destroysworlds. this will not be a first come first served group verse

ic drama is always encouraged. ooc drama is not tolerated

no duplicate face claims / characters

even though this is t100 inspired, it is open to everyone no matter of fandom. includes canon / oc’s / adult muses ( although adult muses will be affiliated with marcus / abby more than the teens )

all major plot lines should be run past me first

there is a discord server but your discord will not be shared publicly

include everyone !

general tag for his gv is faogv. please tag your ic stuff as faoic and ooc stuff as faoooc

the app ( send here) :

mun name:

mun age:

character name:

character age:

character faceclaim:

smol bio ( a few bullet points ):

discord drop:

the family:

octavia blake - 17 - marie avgeropoulos - slashesthroats

clarke griffin - 18 - eliza taylor - destroysworlds

bellamy blake - 20 - bob morley - atlasbled

raven reyes - 18 - lindsey morgan - codedraven

john murphy - 17 - richard harmon - surviivorforged

bexley garrett - 17 - shelley hennig - coldgrcwn

harper mcintyre - 17 - chesley reist  - shocklashandshoot

peter colton - 18 - josh hutchenson - rainkilled

reserved:

finn collins

jasper jordan