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substituted-shinigami · 1 year ago

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Learning to Breathe

(aka Please Remember To Put On Your Oxygen Mask Before Assisting Others)

Characters: Rukia, Renji, Byakuya, and some Fourth Division OCs, (RenRuki)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, some Angst, some Humor, Family

Rated: T (for mentions of medical tools such as needles and depictions of anxiety, but nothing is graphic or even really overly described. This story is more about the emotions than the medical drama)

Story Summary: Turns out purple eyes and short stature aren’t the only things that run in Hisana’s family, illness does as well. As Rukia and Renji try to help each other navigate through this new storm in their lives, will they remember to take time to breathe? (Rukia gets the same disease that killed Hisana (Bloodlines AU), Post TYBW, Post renruki engagement)

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(4/7)

Chapter 3: Stormy Weather

AO3 chapter

Chapter Summary: Attention passengers, we appear to be entering into a storm. Please calmly return to your seats as you may experience some “light” turbulence. (The chapter in which Rukia’s and Renji’s day goes from bad to worse.)

“Crap…” Rukia grumbled, as the booming thunder interrupted them. Her and Renji had only been able to enjoy each other’s company for a few minutes before the trickle of rain outside their carriage window threatened to become a downpour. Rukia sighed in frustration.

”I guess we better head in, huh?” Renji chuckled good naturedly, as he slowly sat up, loosening his hold around her waist.

“Yeah, I guess so…” Rukia supposedly agreed, but she had yet to loosen her grip on him. Renji chuckled as he leaned back down and gave her one last quick kiss.

“Trust me,” he murmured as he nuzzled her, “I’d rather stay out here with you too.” As they got out of the carriage, the sky finally broke, and the rain began coming down in sheets.

“You would think,” Renji shouted over the booming thunder, as they made a run for the entrance, “that with all we packed, we would have remembered a freaking umbrella!”

“Perhaps you think too highly of us,” Rukia shouted back, as she quickly held her bag over head to try and block out some of the rain, “because I definitely remember us forgetting last time too!”

“Well, at least we’re consistent!!!”

Fortunately, the two didn’t have to run far to reach the Fourth Division’s covered entrance. Sighing in relief, they entered the building and headed towards registration. There, they picked up their medical packet, and then weaved their way through the building’s tricky hallways, before finally making it to the waiting room. They waited there for about an hour, Rukia reading and Renji doing paperwork, when a man dressed in a Fourth Division’s tech's uniform entered the room.

“Welcome to the Fourth Division’s Thirteenth Relief Team Building, which doubles as the Hospital Center and testing facility,” greeted the monotone voice. Rukia, looking up from her book, half wondered how he managed to say such a mouthful of a phrase so perfectly every time. “My name is Watanabe Haruo,” the tech continued, “and I will be the tech performing your tests today.”

“Oh, um, nice to meet you, sir!” Rukia replied, suddenly remembering her manners. Renji, looking up from his paperwork, responded similarly.

“Can I have your full name and date of birth, death, or Seireitei entry so that we can double check our records?” he asked. Rukia gave them to him.

“Okay, everything looks correct,” Tech Watanabe said as he flipped through his paperwork, “Now, once again, the Fourth Division’s Thirteenth Relief Team would like to thank you for your patience today. We are still waiting on the nurse to be free, but we can start you on some basic measurements, like your height and weight, and some basic tests, starting with your electrocardiogram, or EKG. Now if you would just follow me…”

“Oh, is that a long test? Should I bring my stuff with me?” Rukia asked a little nervously as she got up and returned her book to her bag. Renji started to put his paperwork away.

“Hm? No,” the tech replied, looking up from his clipboard, “This will only take a few minutes. You can leave your items with…?”

“Sixth Division Vice Captain Abarai Renji, sir!” Renji barked and saluted, but then with a smirk and a waggle of his eyebrows added, “But more importantly, Fiance Abarai Renji.” Rukia snorted, and immediately looked away to hide her now rather pink face.

“Right. Anyway, feel free to leave your items here with…him. We’ll be done pretty soon.” Rukia nodded and put her bag on the end table next to Renji. He looked up at her with concern in his eyes.

“Hey, are you sure you don’t need me to come with?” He whispered to her, “I can you know?”

Rukia took a deep breath, and turned back towards the tech, “Sir, does this test require needles?”

The tech raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head at the question, “No, it uses stickers. Although Captain Kurotsuchi is developing a new method that-”

“Thank you, sir!” Rukia loudly interrupted, before turning her head back towards Renji. “I think I can conquer a couple of stickers, don’t you?” She smirked. Renji sighed.

“Alright, well, I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“I know,” she replied softly, “See you soon.” Then she followed the tech out of the room.

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"H-How did it go?!" Renji asked quickly the very second Rukia returned.

"Great!" she replied as she strutted into the room, "It was real easy. They just stuck these weird stickers to my chest with wires attached to them and measured like my heart or something. I passed that test with flying colors, an A+ for sure!!!" She gave Renji an enthusiastic thumbs up. Renji sighed in relief before looking up at her amused.

"Who are you, Chad? And I don't think that's how those tests work, Rukia."

"You don't know, they could!"

"Uh huh.” He turned to look at the tech who had reentered the room behind her.

“They don't,” Tech Watanabe said.

"You're no fun," Rukia sniffed.

At that, Watanabe just shrugged, not even bothering to look up from his clipboard, "I've been accused of worse, I used to work at the Twelfth,” They both stared at him, but he continued without elaborating, “Anyway, the nurse will be with us shortly. While we are waiting, we may as well put in an RIT.”

As soon as he said the acronym, Rukia felt her body automatically go cold and stiff.

“An RIT?” she asked shortly.

“Yes. It stands for Reishi Injection Tool,” the tech replied as he continued to flip through his paperwork, “They are like IVs but for your reiatsu veins.”

“Yes. I’m aware. But why do I need it? I-I thought these tests didn’t require needles.” Out of the corner of her eye, Rukia spotted Renji putting away his paperwork and standing up.

“The EKG did not, but the Reiatsu Stress Test does," the tech went on, "Since you have Chronic Reiatsu Vent Stenosis, the reiatsu vents on your wrists will continue to shrink making it more and more difficult for them to filter out any foreign reishi you encounter. Once they close completely, your compressed, unfiltered reiatsu will slowly build within you, burning you from the inside out, and eventually resulting in your expiration," he replied while finally looking up from his clipboard. Rukia and Renji gawked at him. While they had heard all of this before, they had never heard it told quite so…bluntly.

“S-So I've heard,” She managed to get out. Rukia felt Renji put his hand in hers. She took a deep breath.

"Obviously we don't want all of that to happen,” Tech Watanabe went on, upon seeing their obvious distress, “but the solution requires surgery and is just above experimental. As in just above Captain Kurotsuchi levels of experimental. That alone can be very stressful on your body."

"I imagine…" Renji muttered under his breath.

"This can cause your reiatsu to spike in response," he explained, "and since you are already in a precarious state, we need to know that your body can handle this stress for the length of the surgery,” he finally finished. He looked between them, and gave them an exasperated look, “Didn’t they tell you that you were taking a stress test today?”

“Well, yes, but…they didn’t go into quite so much detail,” Rukia muttered.

The tech tapped his chin, “Oh, really? That's unfortunate.”

That’s one way to put it! “So…what does the stress test involve exactly?” she asked instead.

“We give you medication through an RIT. The medicine increases your Reiatsu flow to simulate the same amount of stress your body may experience during surgery. Then we measure the effects on your body.”

“I…I see.” Rukia felt Renji squeeze her hand. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye and saw him looking at her anxiously. Rukia mentally shook herself. “Okay. B-But just so you know, I have very bad veins. The only consistent location is a reiatsu vein on my neck.” Rukia rubbed the right side of her neck for emphasis, “So that’s where you should go.”

To say the tech looked concerned, was a bit of an understatement. “In your neck? Is that really the only location? Can they not get it in either of your arms?”

“Nope, only in my neck. My right arm is used for my other treatments and can’t be used for anything else. I have battle scars on my left arm which makes it difficult to stick,” Rukia said as she showed the tech the scars that normally hid beneath her battle gloves, “And that doesn’t even consider the number this illness and its treatments have done to my reiatsu veins. The condensed spiritual pressure has caused a lot of them to collapse. So, yeah, neck it is,” she finished with what she hoped was a casual-looking shrug. She certainly didn't feel casual…

“I see…” the tech said slowly, “Unfortunately, I am not qualified for that. I’ll go talk to the nurse about it.” And with that, he turned on his heel and left.

“Well…at least he listened and didn’t try to stick me anyway,” Rukia responded quietly.

“Yeah…” Renji agreed. He let go of her hand as they slowly made their way back to their seats, but he continued to watch her. Rukia had begun absentmindedly rubbing her neck while looking off into space. “Are ya worried?”

“Huh? Oh no! I’m…fine!”

“Ru, it’s okay,” he said as he gently removed her hand from her neck and held it, lacing her fingers with his own. He gave it a squeeze, before continuing, “I know you don’t like needles.”

“I’m fine, Renji! It’s just one bad poke and then it will be over, right? Besides, I got a rather chonky vein in my neck that works every time, remember? I just wish I wasn’t cursed with such puny arm veins…”

“They’re not puny, they are just small and cute, like you!” Renji teased affectionately.

“Hey!!!”

“What?” he smirked, “I called you cute!”

“Uh huh, yeah, that was the problem,” Rukia said, rolling her eyes at him. She looked around the room, “How long do you think we’ll have to wait for the nurse?”

“Hard to say… How much of that manga do you got left?” Renji asked. He let go of Rukia’s hand so that she could flip through her book to check the page count. It was a rather large volume, but she had been reading for about an hour already.

“I’m about halfway through,” Rukia confirmed as she found her spot in the book again. She looked over at the stack of papers laying on the end table next to Renji, “How about you? Want any help with your paperwork? I can’t believe Niisama gave that to you on top of sending you here.”

“He didn’t send me, I volunteered first, remember? Besides, I don’t mind doing paperwork, it helps…” But he trailed off before finishing. Renji shook himself, quickly picked up his pen, and refocused back on the paper he’d been working on. “In any case, I’m almost done. No more than an hour at most. So don’t worry about it. Go ahead and finish your manga, and if you finish before me, I’ll stop and we can find something else to do together.”

“Or I could help you finish…” Rukia countered, but at that Renji looked visibly pained.

“It will be fine,” he said while not looking up, “You’ve got enough on your plate as is. There won’t be much left once you are done with your book, and I can always do it later.” Rukia glared at him, frustrated, but then visibly brightened..

“Tell you what…" she began slyly, "Why don’t we make it a race? If I finish before you, I will help you out with your paperwork. If you finish before me, then you get to read out the ending of my manga aloud to me.” Renji shot her a disbelieving look.

“Rukia, that is the opposite of how it’s supposed to work. If you win, you are supposed to get a prize, not more work!”

“Oh Ho Ho! But it is a prize! If I win, and help you out with your paperwork, you will have to explain to your subordinates why there are little bunnies in the margins and “Great Job” stickers at the top of every page,” She smirked, and leaned forwards to whisper mischievously, “Even, the really, really bad ones.” Renji rolled his eyes at her.

“Psh…You don’t have any on you…” Rukia pulled out a sticker sheet from her bag. Renji cursed, “Okay fine! But how is reading your manga a prize for me?”

“Because, I’ll let you…” Rukia sighed heavily, “I’ll let you do it using your storyteller voice.” At that, the corners of Renji’s lips curled, and he got a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Heh heh heh, I do have some awfully good character voices. Especially for the high pitched ones…”

“Those are your worst!” Rukia cringed.

“Well then, I guess you better start reading faster!” Renji smirked as he suddenly doubled his writing speed. He quickly got to the end of the page, reshuffled his paperwork, and started on the next one. Rukia felt like she should have been irritated at how amused Renji was at the idea of annoying her with his silly voices, but he just looked so happy.

“Psh…Dork,” she whispered with a small smile, as she began reading again. Maybe I will let him win this time. Maybe.

#bleach #renruki #fanfiction #renji abarai #rukia kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki #post tybw #learning to breathe #L2B #bloodlines au #hurt/comfort #some angst #some humor #family

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 3 years ago

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@sicktember Prompt # 8: Contagious

Title: Unexpected Developments

Fandom: Pride and Prejudice

Prompt inspired by @chezsnez . The prompt: “What if in P&P when Jane gets sick at Netherfield, the other guests catch her cold and Lizzie ends up having to take care of Darcy. Kinda like enemies to lovers but with enemies to caretaker.” Thank you as always for the wonderful ideas, my friend!

Jane Bennett’s cold has spread to all the guests at Netherfield, hitting some worse than others. How will Lizzie respond when she finds proud, arrogant Mr. Darcy sneezing miserably and running a fever?

Elizabeth stepped out into the hall, closing the door on Jane's sickroom behind her. Jane was lying down to rest, so Lizzie was left to her own devices for the next hour or two. With no obligation to visit with the rest of the guests today, she had decided to wander a bit to stretch her legs and familiarize herself with more of Netherfield. As she walked, she let her mind wander as idly as her feet.

"We're certain to never be asked back here again," Lizzie sighed to herself after a bit. While Lizzie herself didn't much care, Jane and her mother would be devastated.

The cold Jane had caught on her ill-fated horseback ride to Netherfield had proved to be very contagious. Charles and Caroline Bingley had succumbed to it quickly. At luncheon the day after Elizabeth arrived to care for her sister, the siblings were seen to have dark circles under their eyes, with nostrils tinged a raw-looking pink. Caroline was forced to press a handkerchief to her dripping nose more than once through the course of the meal, while Charles kept painfully coughing into his. Caroline retired immediately after the meal, complaining of a headache and did not return. Charles sent his apologies down just before supper, saying he too had taken ill and would be staying in his room. Walking past Caroline's door later while checking on Jane, Lizzie heard her sneezing so miserably that Eliza felt a touch of sympathy for the unpleasant woman.

Mr. Darcy had been the one to carry the news of Bingley's illness to the rest of the party, but Elizabeth had hardly seen him since. She gathered he was either passing the time in his own room or else keeping Charles company. It seemed his immune system was hearty, for he hadn't seemed ill when she had last spoken to him.

Several days had now elapsed since the onset of Jane's illness, and the eldest Bennett sister was doing much better, and in fact really had no need of a caregiver anymore, though she had said more than once that she was glad Elizabeth was there for the company. With any luck, the sisters would be able to go home in a few days, as long as the others had recovered as well. Elizabeth found this thought encouraging as she continued to explore.

Eventually she came to a hallway at the far side of the house that she was sure would be a dead end and likely empty, but she preferred to look at it anyway, for perhaps it would have a nice view out the window. The hallway was in fact a dead end, but was far from empty.

Coming around the corner, she stopped short, for at the end of the hallway and facing the window was Mr. Darcy. With some amusement she realized he was about to sneeze, for he was hunched over with his handkerchief pressed to his face and his breath hitching desperately.

"Heh-ZZZIIIH'shieww! HIIHHK'choo!" He did his best to muffle the sound into his handkerchief, but was mostly unsuccessful. The sneezes were wet and miserable-sounding, and while Elizabeth couldn't see his face, she could imagine his equally miserable expression, for he sneezed like someone with a thick, burgeoning head cold.

She had a choice to make. She could very easily walk away and pretend she had seen nothing, leaving him and his cold to their own devices. After all, the fact that he had hidden away in this corner indicated that he didn't want to be discovered, and while he had been overall civil to her since she had come to stay here, his haughty pride and past treatment of her were not quickly forgotten. Or, she could offer him aid.

"Hih'GEHH'shuuh!" This 3rd sneeze, whether part of the trio or on its own (it was hard to be sure) was the most desperate and miserable sounding of them all. His shoulders slumped wearily as he tended to his nose in the aftermath, and she thought she heard him say something like "ick" as he did so as well.

"Bless you, sir," said Elizabeth boldly, coming fully into the hallway. He leapt around as if he'd been shot, his face reddening. She could see him frantically trying to think of a way to explain himself.

"My apologies," he muttered at last, gruffly. "That was most undignified."

"You have no need to apologize, for you didn't know I was here. It is I who should apologize for startling you. However, I wanted to ask after your health, for you sound most unwell."

"I am fine," he muttered, clearly uncomfortable. Looking closer at him, Lizzie saw the flush over his face might not be due entirely to embarrassment, but perhaps also to fever, for his eyes had the same unhealthy cast she had seen in Jane's eyes only a few days before. He was also swaying slightly where he stood, and had a dampness of sweat along his hairline.

"Might I offer to accompany you to your room, sir? You look as if you needed to lie down for a spell."

"That is… unnecessary. I can…." He cut himself off with a rough cough. She could tell he was desperately trying to think of an excuse as to why she shouldn't be the one assisting him. However, they both knew that Charles was sick (quite sick, if the murmurs she'd heard from the staff were to be believed), and that all the servants were overworked as it was with taking care of their master and his sister.

"I'm sure you're quite busy with your sister. You need not concern yourself with me," he finally rasped.

"On the contrary, she is resting peacefully, while you are positively trembling and look to be on the verge of collapse from fever. Take my arm and we shall see you to your quarters."

Mr. Darcy hesitated another moment, still casting around for some excuse. Knowing what needed to be done, Elizabeth moved to his side and gently linked her arm around his. She felt her heart flutter as their hands made brief contact. The fleeting thought crossed her mind that this was the first time they had touched. She had certainly imagined it occurring under different circumstances. Shaking away such thoughts, she started to walk, leading the much taller man toward his quarters. Mr. Darcy was enough of a gentleman to follow without further protest.

As they walked, both of Mr. Darcy's arms were occupied, for the hand that wasn't linked with Elizabeth's was busy pressing his handkerchief to his face. Every few steps his shoulders would twitch, either from a stifled cough or a thick sniffle. She could sense he was desperately trying not to sneeze again. Between that and the fact that his large form was positively radiating heat, Elizabeth found herself quite distracted by him, and watched him intently out of the corner of her eye. The walk was a quiet one, for Elizabeth didn’t want to burden him with conversation when he was clearly otherwise engaged, not to mention ill.

They made it to his room without interruption, sneezing or otherwise. She allowed him to open the door, then she ushered them both in, with more than a little awkwardness on all sides. Mr. Darcy went immediately to sit on his bed, sinking down as if compelled by gravity, leaning his head into his hands as he continued to tremble.

"A headache troubles you as well, then?" she asked after observing his motionless form for a moment.

He nodded pathetically, not looking up. Out of nowhere, and startling them both, his breath hitched violently before a pair of sneezes erupted out of him. Thankfully they were directed at the floor. He pressed his damp handkerchief to his nose hastily, glancing at her and looking embarrassed.

"Forgive me," he muttered thickly, which was followed up with a cough.

"You need not waste your breath asking forgiveness every time you sneeze when you have a cold, for you have precious little breath to spare as it is. However, I must ask, why did you not alert someone of your illness? You are quite unwell, Mr. Darcy. Anyone can see it plainly."

"I did not want to be a bother, as everyone else was also ill. I thought it best to tend to myself."

"Whether or not you alerted someone, you shouldn't have gotten out of bed today. You've certainly made yourself worse by doing so."

He only groaned softly.

Elizabeth sighed to herself. "Please, if I may, let me help you feel more comfortable. You need to rest."

Hesitantly she approached him as he looked up to finally meet her eyes. With a gentle touch she guided him to sit up straighter, then deftly removed his cravat. She sensed more than heard his sigh of relief once it was off, and found herself letting her hand rest on his hot cheek under the pretense of checking his fever. He seemed to enjoy the touch immensely. Her eyes lingered on his face as he sat with his eyes closed, and many thoughts and feelings competed for space in her mind. She did her best to suppress them all.

After a moment though, she broke the spell, and continued to help him remove his jacket, waistcoat, boots and stockings. He assisted as best he could with these attentions, but said nothing, merely following her every move with his guarded, intense gaze. Once the garments were set aside and he was looking much more loose and comfortable, if also embarrassed to be seen in such an undressed state, she pressed a glass of water into his hands and watched as he drank it down.

She took the glass from him, and setting it down, took up a cold, wet rag. She placed it against the back of his neck and was rewarded with a relieved sigh. From there she bathed the rest of his neck and the bit of chest that was visible, ensuring her gaze stayed far from his, but unable to help a bit of a blush creeping over her cheeks at such acts of intimacy with such a person. With continued gentleness, she pressed him back against the pillows. The movement of course made him cough pitifully. Soaking the cloth once more, she laid it on his forehead and left it there as she straightened the pillows around him.

That done, they simply surveyed each other for a moment. Mr. Darcy looked ill and altogether unimposing, lying in bed as he was, with tired circles under his eyes, a hacking cough, and a dripping nose.

"Are you feeling any better?" she asked hesitantly.

"Some," he grunted. "Now that I'm lying down."

"Excellent. Are you hungry at all? I think perhaps you should eat something."

His intense stare and large, warm presence were making her nervous all over again and causing her to seek escape from the small room.

"I suppose I could eat," he murmured.

"Yes, good. Then let me go fetch you some soup. I'll be back soon." She bustled out of the room immediately, a blush rising to her face, of uncertain cause. She did her best to quiet her racing thoughts as she sped toward the kitchen.

Mr. Darcy, for his part, was totally smitten with her. He was now convinced her fine eyes were the centerpiece of her completely wonderful countenance and figure. He watched the space where the corner of her skirt had disappeared intently, waiting for her return and recalling again and again the feel of her cool hand on his face.

(Part 1 of 2)

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever #prompt 8

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saintchrollo · 4 years ago

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goodmorning chrollo sluts. kiss kiss. kg teacher reader, unbetad like normal

“what are you doing out of bed?” chrollo’s voice is a pout, drawing your attention away from the toaster.

“i have to go to work, lovely,” you say, keeping your voice gentle.

chrollo pads across the kitchen, sweatpants dangerously low, sleepiness clear on his face. “you do look lovely,” he mumbles. “come back to bed.”

“i can’t do that, angel,” you say, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. he takes a deep breath. you pull down peanut butter and honey, waiting for your toast.

“yes you can,” chrollo insists, “you smell so good.”

you can’t help but chuckle and pat chrollo’s forearm. “thank you, you bought the perfume for me.”

chrollo let’s out a hum of contentment. “i make such good choices.” one of his hands travels up your chest, hugging you close. “are you sure you have to work today?”

“it’s a tuesday, angel. i have to work every workday,” you affirm, beginning to make your toast for the day. “do you want to visit me for lunch? i have free lunch and the kids have gym today.”

chrollo raises his eyebrows, resting his chin on your head to watch you assemble your breakfast. “ill pick up sushi,” he promises. “do you want me to drive you in?”

“i appreciate it, but i’ll be alright on my own,” you turn in chrollo’s arms, placing your hand on his cheek. “i think you’re too sleepy to drive, baby. i’ll see you for lunch, okay?”

chrollo nods and leans down to give you a kiss. “okay,” he places a few kisses around your face, to the moles on your cheekbones and your neck, then smoothed out your dress, smiling softly and shaking his head. “darling, if you were my teacher...”

you chuckle fondly at the comment. this wasn’t the first time you’d heard it, and it wouldn’t be the last. “what? you’d help me collect all the blue books?”

nodding, chrollo cups your cheek again and gives you another kiss. “yes ma’am,” he pulls away reluctantly, and follows you to the door.

“i’ll eat lunch around 11:30,” you say, “and i’ll be free until oneish.”

“it’s a date.” chrollo wraps his arms around you again, his hands sliding down and grabbing your ass before resuming a normal hug. you chuckle into his chest.

chrollo kisses your hand and helps you into your coat, handing your purse over and kissing your forehead. it’s so warm and domestic, chrollo soaking up the stark contrast to his normal, thieving life.

—

“hi besties! hi besties!” you call, trying to wrangle your group of rambunctious kindergartners. it takes a few moments, but they all quiet down and look up at you. “besties, let’s look at the clock! what time is it?” you ask, pointing up at the clock.

there’s a resounding cheer for lunchtime. giggling to yourself, you quiet them down again. “let’s all get our lunchboxes and go line up at the door!” you get up from behind your desk and wait patiently, before continuing the explanations. “today y’all are eating lunch with mr. angelo’s class, okay? so we’re going to go walk down to his room. how do the best besties walk in the hall?”

immediately, the kids blow the cheeks out, putting a bubble in their mouths. you smile and clap for them, before leading them down a few doors. while you’re ushering the kids into the room, you smile when you see chrollo walking through the halls, holding a rather large box tied with a black cloth and a neon yellow visitor tag on his shirt. you give him a tiny wave before pointing to your room, which he ducks into.

you wish your students one last good lunch before heading back to your room, shutting the door behind you. chrollo is sitting in your nice desk chair, looking through your treasure chest of treats for well behaved students.

“see anything you like?” you ask with a smile, coming over to give him a kiss.

chrollo pulls out a cheap plastic spider ring. he holds it up to you. “marry me?”

“of course!” you say, holding your hand out to him. he slides the ring up against the engagement ring that is already there. chrollo smiles and kisses your knuckles before he stands to get a different chair for himself.

he ends up with your old office chair, dragging it over and unpacking lunch for the two of you. a few rolls of sushi and rice, as well as some soup.

“did you make all of this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

chrollo nods. “it didn’t take too long. and i’ll admit, the miso was already in the fridge. so you made that.”

grinning, you lean over and kiss his cheek, “thank you, angel. i appreciate it.”

“i appreciate you,” chrollo responds, easy as breathing. it makes you blush.

midway through your meal, your conversation is disrupted by the door opening quickly and footsteps running in.

“sorry miss [first] i forgot my gym uniform!”

you watch as one of your most rambunctious students rushes in, looks through his backpack, waves at you, then rushes back out.

“those don’t sound like walking feet to me, ryan!” you call after him. his shoes skid on the tile and he rushes back.

“coach didn’t give me very long!” he whines.

you frown and beckon ryan over, grabbing a sticky off your desk and writing out a message in neat cursive. please give my students time to walk in the halls ♡︎

handing it to ryan, you look him in the eyes. “walk, okay? and give this to coach.”

ryan nods seriously. he then looks at your plate. “what are you eating?”

“sushi,” you say.

“can i have some?” ryan asks hopefully.

“sorry bestie, i can’t share with you. you need to get back to class, though. use your walking feet!”

ryan gives you a thumbs up before rushing back out. he immediately starts running again.

chrollo raises his eyebrows in amusement. “bestie?”

“maybe you should call the troupe your besties and they’d argue with you less,” you point out. it makes chrollo laugh.

“i adore you,” he says, shaking his head. “are you sure i can’t take you back home right now?”

“i cant, angel. we still have science class.”

chrollo raises his eyebrows. “what are you doing today?”

“birdwatching,” you say seriously. “it’s so beautiful out today.”

“is that what they’re teaching in schools nowadays?” chrollo asks with a frown.

“i’m not explaining dante to a bunch of five year olds, chrollo,” you say.

“i think you could,” chrollo says. “you’re very good at it.”

you reach over to pat chrollo’s cheek, only to cup his jaw. he turns his head to kiss your palm. “let me take you out tonight.”

“where are we going?” you ask.

chrollo shrugs. “i haven’t decided yet but i want to show you off.”

you blush at that. “alright. i’ll save some energy for you.”

your nice, desk lunch gets cut short by a visit from ryan again, only this time he has another note for you, and immediately after delivering it, sits at his table and puts his head in his hands. you look over at him before back to chrollo. the two of you are equally interested in the contents of the notes.

ryan can’t keep his hands to himself. please have him clean something to learn his lesson. sorry for interrupting your planning period.

“merde,” you whisper under your breath, looking to chrollo apologetically. “sorry angel, you gotta bounce.”

chrollo sighs and gathers the tupperwares from lunch. “it’s alright, my love. i’ll see you tonight. i’m just glad i got to steal a few moments with you.” he leans down to give your cheek a kiss, and you hold up a folder to hide the minimal pda.

after the door shuts behind chrollo, you look to ryan. “alright, bestie. what happened?”

#chrollo x reader #brain rot #ophelia.fic #tjverse

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tigerdrop · 4 years ago

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Cringe is dead, talk to me about the funny half-life men and their relationship

okay here is my essay. it is titled These Guys Actually Like Each Other, and Gordon Freeman Is Just Kind Of A Dick*

(disclaimer: these are just my 2 cents. dont take me too seriously! im just some guy online who has watched this shit too many times.)

first things first. these guys actually like each other. this is a key aspect of their relationship. benrey, obviously and textually, digs gordon freeman - you dont flirt that heavily with guys you arent into, and so much of what he says and does is geared around making gordon crack up. thats pretty gay.

but the counterpart to this is that gordon freemans pretty fucking gay for benrey, too. you may say, “oh, but word of god says its not requited!” and to you i will say: bull shit. gordon is uniquely obsessed with benrey compared to all the other characters. if gordon didnt like the fucking guy, he wouldnt giggle with him and share in-jokes with him and bring him up every 5 seconds when benreys not around. thats concern, bro. thats worry. thats real shit

but i cant blame people for thinking that gordon freeman genuinely doesnt like benrey. benreys partially responsible for some of the worst things that have happened to him, the Arm Thing among them. and gordons very insistent afterward that he doesnt like benrey. he even goes so far as to try to kill benrey a couple times. to this, i must argue that gordon freeman is just kind of a dick.

lets talk facts here. canon. Lore. from the moment we hop into gordons shoes, we can see that he is a jerk to every npc on his way into black mesa. this is his default: a dude who just runs his mouth and says rude shit. he calls tommy a freak within 5 minutes of meeting him. he infantilizes the guy and barely considers him a real scientist. he doubts that bubby is a real name for like no fuckin reason. in “real life”, this is because its funny, and wayne is trying to make a funny half-life stream. in a textual sense, this is because gordon “hlvrai” freeman is a dick. this is the way he acts, consistently, throughout the series.

(brief aside: this is why the whole “gordon is a nice guy and a great dad” characterization baffles me. the way he actually acts in canon is, in short, bitchy and lacking in self-awareness. and i love that for him, i really do. it makes the moments where he just tries to be a nice guy stand out. but thats the thing: his intermittent moments of decency and kindness are not the whole of his personality! this dude kind of sucks most of the time!)

the way that gordons general asshole attitude extends to benrey is complicated. in fairness, benrey makes it his job to annoy the shit out of gordon as much as possible, and that warrants a negative attitude, but gordons pretty paranoid and ends up blaming benrey for nearly everything that happens to him, regardless of if its warranted. this is a pattern he exhibits both before and after the Arm Thing. its a little bit of a dick move! especially considering that, prior to the whole “betrayal” subplot (which was not exactly planned very far in advance), benrey is no more malicious or annoying than anybody else gordons having to travel with.

(okay, this is kind of a subjective evaluation, but still. my point stands that benrey is not any more of a hindrance to his progress than anybody else in the science crew, and neither is he particularly more violent or murderous. hell, gordon freeman has probably killed more guys than benrey. benrey just tends to get.......special treatment.)

all that said, i am still convinced that gordon really fucking likes benrey. please consider with me the following: it would be remarkably easy for gordon to just ignore him and do what he has to do, but he doesnt. he could stop engaging. he could stop thinking about benrey. he could stop bringing benrey up to the rest of the crew every time benrey leaves to do his own thing for awhile. but he doesnt. and, again, yeah, the extra-textual reason for this is “two guys are doing an improv comedy thing and bouncing off of scorpy is kind of the point”, but within the text it reads to me as gordon not being about to get the dude off his mind.

and this is in addition to all the times we see gordon being genuinely nice and receptive toward benrey! its in the little things: laughing the hardest and longest at benreys jokes. only ever reciprocating that stupid underwater “BBBBB” thing with benrey. trying to catch benrey when he falls, despite his insistence moments earlier that benrey should hop in the wack ass crystal generator and get hypermurdered. fondly remarking that benreys sweet voice sounds beautiful. his sort of flustered responses to most of benreys overt flirting. none of this is the way normal people react to a guy they hate. this is all fuckin gay to me, man.

its this combination of the outward insistence that gordon hates benrey with his inner eagerness to be around him and think about him and engage with him that gives off strong “repression” vibes, to me. for whatever reason - pride, embarrassment, resentment - gordon maintains a front of hating the guy and wanting to kill him for a lot of the series, but it doesnt gel with the way he fucking giggles and plays along half the time that benrey starts fucking with him. its a game, and that game is one of the only ways gordon knows to manifest affection for him.

(remember “oh my god, hes got a knife!”? that was the gayest shit i ever seen in my life. tittering like a schoolgirl while benrey chases him around like “im gonna get you haha”. insanity.)

the cool thing about repression is that you can have it manifest in a lot of ways! and this is where things like “headcanons” and “my own personal affection for repressed bisexual men” come in. a lot of how i characterize their relationship is an extrapolation of a lot of things like gordons canonical insecurity issues/anxiety, gordons whole anti-bootboy thing screaming “internet wokeboy who means well but probably has a lot of repressed baggage” to me, etc.

how do you get massive amounts of sexual repression out of what you see in canon, you might ask? well. if wayne would stop having gordon talking about being jerked off by the suit, or talking about chugging a 40-gal drum of potion and having to hold his piss, or worrying about being eaten by benrey the moment he sees benrey at setscale 10, maybe i would have a higher opinion of gordon “hlvrai” freeman and whatever latent psychosexual issues hes got going on. but here we are

i havent even touched yet upon how benrey feels about gordon. this one is helpfully made a little more plain by the fact that benrey very much wants to suck his dick in canon. (i dont even have to go into details. we all know.) but IMO the best part about this ship isnt just that they dig each other, but how. benrey gets overtly flirtatious in the second half of the series, but IMO his preferred method of flirting is just fucking with gordon: chasing him with knives, shoving him around in a bathroom, trying to get scans of his feet. but all in like a slapstick, giggly, fun-and-games sense, you know? at least when it works.

a lot of the time, though, it doesnt work out that way. he clearly just likes doing it whether or not gordon responds positively. which is, you know, Weird. not very nice. but also in line with the way everybody else treats gordon freeman. gordons kind of the universes chew toy in any given universe, and the same holds true here. hes kind of helpless......subjected to 4 demons attempting to make his life as difficult as possible. in a way its cathartic.

sorry. i got sidetracked. anyway, benrey very much likes to mess with him and unnerve him and demean him and i will be perfectly frank with you: that is hot. i have problems and illnesses and one of them is that i am a masochist who goes crazy for that kind of thing. calling gordon a “dirty lil boy” and telling him to “look at the mess [he] made” is some straight up kink scene shit.

i like to imagine that a lot of this behavior isnt caused just by the guy who played him wanting to be funny and antagonistic, but by benrey as a character not really understanding what constitutes “pushing a joke too far”. hes not human, and whatever he is doesnt have a very normative way of understanding the world around him, full of people who actually get hurt for real and die for real. benrey expresses what seems to be genuine surprise and distress after the Arm Thing, as if he didnt know that his actions would have serious consequences. and it doesnt seem to fully sink in afterward, either.

it reads a lot to me like hes used to video game rules and treating people around him like NPCs. if they get hurt, its no big deal, because its not real. he likes jamming random buttons on gordons interface and seeing what comes out. its probably a lot of fun for him, the same way that seeing a streamer or a youtuber suffer for our amusement is fun. its like, you know, in my opinion, gordons very cute when hes frazzled. hes also cute when hes laughing. pushing gordons buttons has a 50/50 chance of either of these things. and this is how he ultimately flirts with gordon: by pulling his pigtails.

but at the same time, benrey does legit care about gordon and knows some boundaries. benreys the one most often shooting at enemies to protect gordon, and he spent most of the last act trying to convince gordon to turn around and not fight him because they were friends (best friends, to be specific). he just lacks a lot of the emotional intelligence it would take to express the feeling of “he digs gordon and likes seeing his face get all red and sweaty regardless of the cause”. and gordon lacks the emotional intelligence it would take to express the fact that he doesnt know if he likes or hates benrey and hes scared as hell that its the former

because, lets be real. unironic benrey-liking is a sign of problems disorder. just look at all these words ive written about it.

can you imagine? this bizarrely powerful, non-human entity that can shrug off gunfire and grow to the size of a building has decided that youre his new plaything. benreys the bored guy booting up skyrim and fucking around in the console, and gordons the hapless favorite follower that hes taken a liking to. its a really fun dynamic IMO

after all this, its safe to say my title is a little misleading. the asterisk stands for * and So Is Benrey, Actually. they are both kind of awful dudes who thrive off of teasing each other and they deserve each other. and i am crazy about it. thank u for coming to my TED talk

#asky #careposting

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jungle321jungle · 3 years ago

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Your Words Fill The Space Between Us

The published letters that detail the romance that changed the kingdom.

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Aka Roman and Janus send each other letters

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Ao3 - Masterlist

Your Words Fill The Space Between Us

September 18th

I received the gift you sent with your previous letter, and I wanted to ensure I thanked you for it- despite how bold it was. But I suppose that has always been something I liked about you- even if my heart very nearly stopped when Mother asked who the flowers and watch had come from. I was forced to give her the flowers (but I kept the watch for myself) after telling her it came from a businessman I work with (I am blessed that she didn’t ask which of them it was). Though I was disappointed to give up the flowers. I don’t even remember mentioning my favorite flowers and yet you knew anyways. Are you using your power for useless things again? I hope not, you have enough on your plate as it is without worrying about what I like and dislike. But if it truly crosses your mind do know that what I like are your letters and the rare moments we spend together.

But enough about that, more importantly I will be aiding my father this year so I too will get the pleasure of attending the New Year’s Ball. I hope when I arrive you can finally show me the spot you’ve described with the view of the whole city.

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September 23rd

I am glad my present to you was received well. As to your comment regarding whether or not I was using my power correctly, all I must say is that if it is my power I shall use it as I please. If that happens to be to determine your favorite flowers so be it, my servants are paid accordingly. Also, once I get more power laws change and I get you- so I truly see no downside.

I cannot wait until you get here, I will show you all my favorite spots here to view the scenery and my favorite places in town to shop and eat. We’ll need to think of an excuse for why we spend so much time together though, but we have the time to work out a story.

Speaking of, with this letter I am sending you a book. It’s one I just found by chance and I fell in love with instantly, I’m sure you’ll do the same. Be sure to send me your thoughts when you finish.

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October 17th

You are utterly horrific. Sending me a book that plays with my emotions like that. I wouldn’t have gotten so invested if I just knew she was going to die like that! Not even from her disease but from an assassin that’s horrible. Just horrible.

I stayed up to finish the last few chapters and now it’s late and I’m crying, but I don’t want the maids to hear. You’re horrible. And to prove it I’m sending you a book.

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November 2nd

I truly am dastardly aren't I? I laughed a lot at your letter, it was the exact response I was expecting. You never disappoint dearest. As for the book you sent me I unfortunately am yet to open it. I wasn’t planning on sending this letter until completing it, but things have gone bleak in terms of negotiations. I’ve been spending all my time locked in my office taking over my father’s daily work in addition to my own while he tries to calm things with the other delegations. At present I should actually be overlooking some documents, but I feel if I do I will truly lose my mind.

I miss you.

I know that if you were just here sitting beside me I would instantly feel energized.

At least the ball is next month.

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November 4th

I doubt you have even received my last letter as I write this, but I must tell you to withhold sending other letters. I’m not entirely sure why, but Father is suspicious of something and is having mail checked.

I’ll send word when the coast is clear.

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December 22nd

My father has found whatever it is he is looking for, so we should be fine now. But that did take longer than I thought. So much has happened in the last few weeks.

Mother’s sudden illness, and sister’s broken engagement, not to mention that the countries on either side of us have declared war and both are begging for us to pick a side. It’s beyond tiring. Father still insists upon holding the ball though, so I’ll see you then. I wonder if this letter will even reach you before you depart for the capital.

I hope I’ll have the time to show you around as I promised.

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December 27th

I was about to respond to your first letter when the second arrived. You must’ve sent one of your fastest messengers. As for your third and most recent letter I received it just before climbing in the carriage. We are staying in the Barony tonight, which is where I write this letter from. But I will wait to have it sent to you until I reach the capital.

I too hope we can meet up during the festivities, at least for a minute and even better if that minute was spent alone so we can speak freely. But please, remember that you mustn't push yourself too hard.

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December 31st

There is a small balcony west of the ballroom and past the room where the ladies rest. It’s secluded. We can use our usual signal, I’ll meet you there.

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January 1st

I cannot describe how amazing it was to simply hug you again. And as I said before it was wonderful to see how your dancing had improved. I’m sorry that our time together was so short, I will send you word as soon as I know when I can slip out of the palace. Maybe, two nights from now I can try? That’s when the commoners set up an array of stalls with games and prizes. Would you like to go?

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January 2nd

Of course I want to go! We will go and I will beat you at every game! But I don't have any clothes that would help me blend in. Also, how do you intend to disguise yourself?

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January 3rd

With this letter are clothes for you to wear tonight. I’ll meet you outside the gates by the large willow about an hour after dinner. And as to your question, I will be wearing a blonde wig.

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January 4th

You cheated. That’s the only way you could have won so many games. I don't care that you said you didn’t, you most certainly did.

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January 5th

You are free to believe what you like.

For the closing ball tomorrow we can meet at the same spot as the first night. And I have a surprise for you.

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January 6th

I swear I didn’t know.

I am so sorry. I didn’t know, I saw you crying and run off and I’m sorry that I couldn’t run after you. I’m sorry. Can I come by so we can talk?

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January 8th

You’re leaving tomorrow right? Please respond so I can see you before you do.

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January 9th

I understand you’re mad at me, and I won’t even ask you not to be. But I will ask that you at least try understand the position I am in.

And I hope you travel safely home.

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January 16th

Did you really not know?

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January 19th

I didn’t. My father sprung it on me, the same way he did to every party guest. He didn’t even tell me which nation he was leading towards in terms of support, much less this.

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January 22nd

Will you marry her?

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January 25th

I don’t want her. I want and I love you.

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January 28th

That’s not what I asked. I asked if you will follow through with the engagement.

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January 31st

I don’t have a choice. I thought I could spend more time living as the Crown Prince before I could reject the role and leave the crown to my brother. I thought I could do that if my parents ever brought up marriage- but this is more than a marriage. It’s war.

If I don’t marry the Delphine our trade routes are shut off- and since we already cut ties with the empire by my father announcing the engagement. If I reject this for you, I put the whole kingdom at risk. I… I don’t know if I can do that.

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February 4th

Surely there’s another way! Why can’t she just marry your brother?

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February 10th

Do you truly think I haven’t looked for one? My hands are tied. The only possible thing I could do to even have you near me is to bring you here as an advisor or the like when the time comes. I can find a way if it’s that.

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February 14th

No. I will not stand to the side just watch as you dance and hold hands with her for the public’s morale. I would rather die than that.

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February 19th

Please don’t be so dramatic. I am trying all I can think of in between my hectic schedule. But if you truly don’t like my efforts tell me, do you have any brilliant ideas?

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February 25th

Don’t mock me, Your Highness. You’re not the one who has had his heart stepped on repeatedly. You’ve been making me promises for years- am I not allowed to be upset when I find out that they’re hollow?

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March 2nd

You’re unbelievable. Feel free to sulk all you wish, meanwhile I need to continue my regular duties, prepare a wedding, and prepare for war.

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March 5th

War? I thought our kingdom was just to supply aid.

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March 8th

I’m getting married to the daughter of a nation who declared war upon the empire. Of course war will come to our borders as well.

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March 23rd

Father got the invitation to the wedding this morning. I wanted to tear it to shreds. Have you truly thought of nothing yet? Something other than me working for you?

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March 29th

I’m sorry to say I haven’t. In the months since the ball and start of the war I haven’t gotten anywhere with my Father- and Mother’s decline isn’t helping.

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April 1st

What? I had heard she was getting better?

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April 6th

That’s just the rumor I spread to redirect attention. She’s getting worse if anything.

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April 10th

I am so sorry.

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August 12th

It’s been a long time since my last letter, I’m not sure how many months. I guess I should follow custom and congratulate you on the wedding even if I am late. You at least looked very nice on your wedding day. You’ve truly perfected that fake smile.

I’m sorry for how I acted when I heard about your engagement. I know you didn’t want this either. And I know it’s late for this, but I’ll come work for you if that’s what it takes. The more I try to pretend that I don’t love you- the harder it gets- and the more it hurts.

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August 17th

Lord Roman Regis,

Please do not waste my time and deny that you are the author of the letter I just read. I intend to keep this letter brief. I do not wish to know what kind of relationship you have with my husband, but I must request that it ceases. My husband serves as a figure to both nations, and he cannot have anyone dragging him down. Especially not someone of a lower stature.

If you contact him again, there will be consequences.

Crown Princess Delphine Ekans

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August 22nd

Crown Princess,

Your Highness I apologize for any misunderstandings I may have caused, but please speak to Janus. I’m sure he will explain everything.

Lord Roman Regis

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August 26th

Lord Roman Regis,

To think a measly count’s son can not only tell me what to do, but he can be bold enough to refer to my husband without a title. I already asked you not to drag my husband down, and by doing so you have disregarded my warning.

Do remember that you have brought this upon yourself Lord Roman.

Crown Princess Delphine Ekans

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September 5th,

Ro,

You know all those times I told you to just get out there and just love the prince if you actually love him? Well this is not what I meant. I mean like you should speed up that “perfect” plan you two always talked about, not that you should wait so long that he got married. And definitely not so long that his wife outed your “despicable crush on the married crown prince”- however I can say that the papers are currently god tier with gossip. I have been asked for interviews like four times and I love it. Oh and have some faith in me, I didn’t talk to them- for long.

Anyway, lover boy should be able to help you out of this, right?

The better you,

Remus

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September 10th,

Remus,

Sometimes I hate you, and then when I remember we shared a womb I hate you even more. But even so, I thank you for being the one “calm” person about this. Mother and Father (mainly Mother) have been up in arms about how big of a disgrace I am, and just about every noble in the kingdom is in agreement. It doesn't matter that just about every unmarried woman pines after the Crown Prince even after he got married, because when a man does it- because that Witch known as the Crown Princess publishes my letter- I’m somehow a deviant.

I haven’t left the manor since word got out. And I am just flooded with letters from friends and other nobles, but truthfully I am too scared to read them. Maybe I’ll have a trusted maid read them and pick out the kind ones, but I am not sure.

I have no clue what is going on with Janus at the moment. I am yet to receive anything from him- most likely due to the Crown Princess’ interference. I wish I could know what was happening behind the palace doors... I truly do.

This is why I just wanted to run off to somewhere else, but Janus was confident he could change the laws for us and then we could go live quietly somewhere... I wish things were that simple.

I rather not discuss this anymore truthfully. I'd like to have a normal conversation again. So tell me, do you have any stories to tell of your travels? Reading them would prove far more interesting than anything here.

The best twin,

Roman

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September 18th,

Remus,

Given I am yet to receive a response from you, so I assume you are on the move once more, but I thought I should send you an update letter before you hear the filtered version from word of mouth.

I am currently being escorted to the palace. I know some will think I am to get some sort of punishment, but Janus sent one of the guards with a verbal message that he is handling this in his own way. I have no choice but to place my trust in him. Mother was still worried about it, Father interestingly seemed to be rooting for me but we didn’t get to talk more about it. But I know I will see Janus soon and that thought comforts me. Even though I know his wife will be close behind.

I’ll keep you updated on what transpires. But I still expect traveling stories. Like honestly, what was the point of you joining the navy if I don't get to read any seafaring adventures? You aren’t fighting in the war so surely there must be pirates or something? Or some stories about sirens and other such creatures? I want to read them all.

And in return you can have me as your wonderful twin.

The twin that matters,

Roman

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September 21st

Roman,

It almost seems strange to be able to address you by your name in a letter, but I like it all the same. I am very sorry for my silence and for Delphine’s actions. The former was a result of a few things: the first being my traveling to the battle front. I'm sorry I did not tell you prior to leaving, I did not want you to worry, but... I spent some time in battle. I was on my way back when your letter reached the palace and Delphine had taken it before I knew it even existed. Then upon my return I was busy dealing with Mother’s health and my war reports- I had intended to write other excuses here but truthfully I was scared of your reaction. I was scared that you would have just given up on me- on us. I had written and thrown away over 20 letters that I started without finishing before Delphine handed me a paper with a letter I had never seen published on the front page.

We had a long argument, about her not having the right to do such a thing to a “friend” of mine. It took a lot of time to cool things down and convince everyone to allow you to come here. Your father had sent me a letter saying he was worried for your safety, and that was enough to pull them to my side to bring you out of harm's way.

I am sorry I cannot currently go to see you, right now everyone believes I am just trying to clean up a mess that my wife blew way out of proportion and going to you would only start rumors. The knight who will deliver this letter- Virgil- can be trusted. He may huff and roll his eyes, but he does not pry and will not look at the contents of the letters. As he put it, he will only do the bare minimum of his job, and being curious and nosy takes too much energy. So you can send your letters through him. I swear I will figure something out.

In the meantime I hope your quarters are comfortable, let me know if they are not.

Yours,

Janus

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September 22nd,

Janus,

You are an absolute idiot. You went to war, without telling me? What if something had happened to you? Are you crazy? No of course you are. You’re absolutely insane- and I am so so glad that you are alright.

It has been strange being here in the palace, I don't often leave my room due to the looks servants give as I pass by, but my room is comfortable and Virgil makes good conversation. He certainly doesn’t have the demeanor of most knights which is enjoyable. Reminds me a bit of my twin in a way- but I think both would disagree.

Regardless, I have a request for you even though I know you will disagree. I wish to speak with the Crown Princess. I do not know how much you have told her, so I can keep things sounding one sided if you wish- but I want to speak to her. If you don't give an answer I like, I will simply write to her myself.

Roman

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September 22nd

Roman,

And you call me crazy. Why would you want to meet with the woman who ruined your life? You wrote in the same letter that even servants are scorning you- I will have Virgil report to me who they are so they can be fired immediately- and yet you wish to speak with her? I will not allow it.

Janus

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September 24th

Janus,

As you read this the Crown Princess should be receiving her letter as well. I kept it simple, just asking for tea with the promise of an apology. But before I schedule a time to meet with her, I want to know... do you like your wife?

Roman

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September 25th

Roman,

Delphine showed me the letter and she gave some unkind phrases to go with. I told her not to accept your invitation- but I think she wants to even more now. As to your question, I don’t know what I think of her. I hate what she has done to you, but I do not hate her (entirely) as a person. I admire the fact that she will go to great lengths to help her people, but I certainly do not like her. Or perhaps it’s better to say that I like her in the way one likes a business partner? Appreciating when they get the job done well, and hating when they don't. I am not sure if that answers your question, but I do not know how else to better phrase my thoughts.

Janus

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September 27th

Janus,

I met the Second Prince yesterday. He came to my room and chided me for not getting enough sunlight and fresh air, before he ordered me to accompany him to the gardens. He seems far too kind to be of royal blood. Oh, while he denies it I definitely say Virgil stealing glances at the Prince. It was quite adorable actually.

I am laughing to myself as I write this and he looks on, it is most amusing. Do tell you brother to visit again.

Roman

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September 28th

Roman,

Patton is definitely too pure for this palace, if he wasn’t the spitting image of father I would think he was illegitimate. As for him and Virgil... I rather not speculate, no one and I mean no one is good enough for Patton.

In more important news I will be accompanying Delphine to your tea tomorrow. At least for the beginning of it. Seeing you two together with my own eyes is the only way I can be sure someone won't attack the other.

I’ll see you then love.

Janus

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September 29th

Janus,

Since I am sure you are worried about what I and Crown Princess Delphine spoke of in your absence here is a few notes about what we discussed:

The fact that I have loved you since our academy days

That my feelings won't change no matter what she does

That I don't want anything negative to befall either country

She did not once ask about your thoughts or feelings, they seemed relevant to her

She doesn’t want me near you. She says it will ruin the reputation she is building

I do not know what this means for us, but at the very least I think I understand what you meant about having a business partner relationship.

Roman

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October 2nd

Roman,

Good to know your talk with her was for mostly nothing. She has more recently gone to my father about some scheme to boost morale and he seems to be on board. So she’s at least distracted for the time being.

In surprising news Mother wishes to meet you. She’s probably the one person who knows everything simply because she sees through every lie I tell. But thankfully she never questions me on the truth. You’ll receive an official invite from her soon.

Janus

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October 4th

Janus,

Your mother is one of the kindest people on the planet. She kept fretting over if I was okay, and meanwhile she is the one bedridden. And you were certainly right about her knowing the whole story, because it is clear she is rooting for us! She told me she just wants you to be happy, and marrying for love is something she wished you could do. She did also say she wanted to give the Crown Princess a “stern talking to”, and I think that would be hilarious to watch.

Roman

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October 14th 4th

Logan,

This year has been an absolute shitshow. Have you even heard what’ss going on? Because I haven’t heard a word fom you. But I suppose what else should I expect from the disaprearing count? I just want to marry for love and be done with the fucking war? Is that so bap? Delphine is making this hard, but I know she just wants things to be not war… it’s all so annoying. What should I do lo?

Your only friend,

Jans

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October 5th

Mother and Father,

I want you to know that despite all that has occurred I am well. I have gotten a chance to speak to the Crown Prince and Princess, and the Queen. Currently the Crown Prince intends to release rumors regarding the Duke’s family (which may or may not involve treason so please pull any assets out quickly) to stop the month long gossip about me. Once that happens, I am not sure if I will be staying here or returning home but I will let you know once I figure it out. Living in the palace certainly isn’t bad after all. The food is to die for. I may try to lengthen my stay just because of it. So don’t worry about me, worry about Remus who just sent me a letter detailing too many things about pirates that would make you cry in shame.

The lesser of two evils,

Roman

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October 8th

Crown Prince Janus Ekans,

I was quite surprised to get your letter and even more surprised by it’s contents. I have told you multiple times it is not becoming of a prince to send letters written in a drunken stupor.

Yes, I am well aware of the gossip in the capital that you have involved yourself in. But I saw no need to send you a letter of my own thoughts when I am not involved in your marital issues. If you were simply writing to me to rant and rave, then your letter was received. And I would like to say that I do have other friends.

Regardless, please expedite the report enclosed, it is part of our winter preparations.

Count Logan Ackroyd

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October 9th

Janus,

I went into town with Prince Patton (who gave me permission to call me by his name) and Virgil today. We went in disguise of course, but we got to go to a great many shops and try some good food. I bought you a present while we were out, but with the current circumstances I don’t believe I should send it with this letter. If you ever find the time to drop by my room please come and get it.

As we went about I couldn’t shake two thoughts from my mind, the first being that fall looks so different here in the capital, and the second was that it’s been nearly a year since we promised to do such things together. I still await the day where you show me your favorite spots.

I hope those times come soon.

Roman

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October 10th

Roman,

I too hope for the same, and I would love to see what it is you got me, but we have an obstacle at present. A few actually. While the war is finally moving in our favor, I fear that the Duke’s situation is less clear than I thought. In addition to that, Father wants you sent home to the county sooner than later. And if that’s not enough, Delphine wishes to speak with you before you leave- I will do my best to convince her otherwise. I’m not sure when they want your departure to be, I’m currently negotiating and thankfully Patton is on my side.

Janus

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October 11th

Ro,

So in my quest to find exciting stories for you I may or may have not taken a cutlass to the leg. It nearly got cut clean off! Or well that’s the story I’ll tell at least. Anyway, I’m gonna be home for a while so you should come visit your dearest twin. And as for get well presents there’s nothing better than basically all the sweets in the capital so I’ll take those please and thank you. Oh and buy me some of those racy novels you pretend you don’t read. Mother saw the word “tentacle” then burned mine.

Your horribly wounded and now sickly and pathetic twin,

Remus

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October 12th

Janus,

I heard from Prince Patton that there will be a party next week. He was asking me if I plan to go with him, and truthfully I’d like to, but I also don't want to undo anything either. What do you think?

Roman

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October 13th

Roman,

I’m afraid that your attendance will not be a good idea. But, I’ve heard sickness is floating around the palace. It would be truly tragic if I can’t attend. The greatest of tragedies.

Janus

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October 15th

Dearest Husband,

At least for the sake of appearances, can you pretend like you’re not missing your lover when we’re in public? It’s very nearly sickening.

Your Wife,

Delphine

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October 15th

Delphine,

I don’t believe I ever said he was my lover. Also if you want a conversation just come here. Thomas is a knight not a messenger.

Janus

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October 15th

Dearest Husband,

Sir Thomas shall be what I ask him to be. But on topic, if Lord Regis is not your lover then Queen Mother is in perfect health. If you’re going to ignore my and your kingdom’s wishes then at the very least be subtle. Please and thank you.

Oh and I will not be joining you for dinner, your sister asked me to dine with her.

Your Wife,

Delphine

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October 17th

Janus,

I’m afraid the party must wait (and for shame my meeting with the Crown Princess must wait as well). I have just received word that Remus was injured- not gravely though- so he is currently resting at home. I must return as soon as possible to rescue my parents from his madness. Well after I buy all the things the idiot requested.

Roman

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October 18th

Janus,

I love the jacket thank you so so so much. I’ll be sure to wear it the next time I see you, which will likely be the New Year’s Ball. I’ll write to you again as soon as I get home.

Roman

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October 21st

Janus,

I have just arrived and I already wish I had stayed in the palace. Mother is already talking about how lucky I am that despite the “scandal” she found a woman who would be willing to marry me. Maybe I’ll tell her to invite this poor girl over while Remus is here. Hopefully that scares her off.

Roman

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October 26th

Roman,

What do you think about eloping?

Janus

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November 1st

Janus,

You are aware of the fact that you’re married right? Also two men marrying isn't exactly legal. Also you know, the war?

Roman

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November 7th

Roman,

Trust me when I say the war will come to an end soon. And screw the laws and my wife. If I just kidnapped you, what would anyone really do?

Janus

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November 13th

Janus,

For starters I don’t think announcing kidnapping in a letter is the proper way to kidnap someone. Also I would like to point out that in the past years I always wanted to run away and you said no. Then a few months after I drop it you’re getting engaged.

Roman

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November 18th

Roman,

Virgil said the same thing. You two spent too much time together while you were here. And I’m a married man now. I’ve grown and I’ve changed. And running away sounds better and better.

Janus

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November 20th,

Logan,

If I said I wanted to elope with Roman to your domain what would you say?

Janus

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November 23rd

Janus,

You assigned him to be my guard of course we spent time together. Also I’ve been receiving letters from Prince Patton, he truly is a ray of sunshine. He told me that the Queen is doing better and I am elated to hear that. Please pass my well wishes to her.

Roman

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November 24th

Crown Prince Janus Ekans,

What would I say if you wanted to elope here? Well, I would remind you that you have responsibilities. While I do wish for your happiness do remember that the country lies on your shoulders as well. However if there was such a way that everything was sorted beforehand, then I would still say no.

Count Logan Ackroyd

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November 28th

Logan,

That’s unnecessarily rude. I will take your response as a positive one.

Janus

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December 4th

Dearest Husband,

I am apologizing in advance for what I must do. I did not anticipate such a situation, but the Duke has my hands tied. You know I will always do what I believe I must for the good of our nations, and to stop this war. I beg you to keep these thoughts in mind.

Your Wife,

Delphine

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December 4th

Lord Roman Regis,

I beg you to keep the crown standing tall despite everything. This is not your opportunity.

Delphine

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December 10th

Janus,

Is it true what everyone’s saying? That the Crown Princess is going to be charged for treason? Was that why she sent me a strange letter?

Roman

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December 15th

Roman,

She sent you one too? And yes I’m afraid it’s true… but I don’t think that’s how it started. I was aware of the fact she was working with the duke to supply troops using her knowledge of how both armies could work together, I truthfully think he took advantage of her. But her name is on some of the documents which can be read negatively.

I apologize in advance for my lack of responsiveness and attention to you. For now I need to convince Father not to execute Delphine and others in her position. This is all truly at the worst timing, we were in the midst of discussion to end this whole war.

At the very least I’ll see you come the New Years Ball.

Janus

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December 29th

Roman,

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long, love but I think I have things sorted. At the ball my Father intends to announce the annulment of my marriage- claiming that Delphine unfairly used me. That’s not true of course, but it’s the best way for us to keep her here as a “hostage” and to withdraw our support in this war and try to reclaim a more neutral stance. At least outwardly, things are always more complicated when you look closer.

But with the war coming to a true end, and the end of my marriage, perhaps it’s time I take ‘crown’ out of my title? Patton would certainly be a better face to be out there right now as we try to maintain the rockiest of peaces. And once he takes over maybe I’ll just have to vanish in plain sight. I know a certain count who would take us in without complaint.

We can speak on it more at the banquet, I’ll meet you in the same spot as last year. We can use the same signals.

Janus

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January 2nd

Janus,

I have spent the past day thinking over the words you told me. I'll admit when I received your most recent letter, I took your words to be akin to wishful thinking. But now after hearing all the plans you made for us, this sounds like something we can really do. My heart beats faster at the thought.

Running away with the Crown Prince, it sounds like a novel doesn’t it? If we were to leave, when would we go?

Roman

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January 3rd

Roman,

Ideally I’d like to leave as soon as the snow melts, but diplomacy is known to take it’s time.

Janus

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January 4th

Janus,

I’m ready when you are. Just give me some notice to pack up my things at home and to write a letter that will make my mother sob when she realizes that she can’t marry me off for a reverse dowry. Yes, I know such a thing doesn’t exist, but I’m not sure she does.

Also I spent today with Prince Patton and Virgil and my stance has not changed.

Roman

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Roman,

Do me a favor and keep your fucking mouth shut? I don’t need Prince Janus interrogating me anymore.

-V

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January 8th

Janus,

Virgil left a note on my bed last night saying in not so nice words that I ratted him out to you. I take it I was right! You need to speak with your brother then we can be official cupids.

Also I’m leaving today, so make sure your next letter goes to my home.

Roman

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January 13th

Roman,

I will do no such thing. No one on this planet is good enough for Patton.

Janus

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January 28th

Logan,

You have till March to prepare our rooms. No, I won’t be telling you my arrival date.

Janus

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January 30th

Janus,

I don’t know if I ever told you, but I’ve kept every single letter you’ve sent me. The good, the bad, and the pointless ones. I’ve kept them all in a box in my wardrobe and my maids know not to touch them. I think I’ll take the box with me when we run.

Roman

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February 2nd

Roman,

The Prince is being weirder than usual and is fretting over little stuff and he keeps mumbling your name. Do me a favor and take him off my hands fast.

Also he got very mad at me when he found out we exchanged letters. It’s not like we’ve been doing this since you left or anything. He’s so jealous it’s stupid. Sometimes I like to imagine what would have happened if you had been the one forced into a political marriage- and then I quickly stop because I realize he would order me to go arrest and or kill someone and I legally can’t say no.

Save me.

-Virgil

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February 3rd

Roman,

I have a box of your letters as well. Even ones you haven’t written but are about you- so even some of Delphine’s have been included. Our story is certainly different from that of other couples, and our letters reflect that. I’ll bring my letters as well, maybe we can organize them all into a large collection.

That was an incredibly sappy thought, and yet I wish to follow through with it all the same.

Janus

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February 7th

Roman,

I deeply apologize. I saw the play. I know we promised to watch it together, but Patton begged me to go with those eyes and that expression and I couldn’t say no. I will make it up to you. I’ll sit through an opera in the future maybe? I know you like operas even if I don’t.

In good news I plan to send a carriage for you, it should arrive on the fourth of the coming month. It will bring you here to the capital, we can see a horrid opera and then we can be on our way to our future. So you have a full month to pack.

Janus

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February 12th

Janus,

I can’t believe you watched it without me. It will take more than an opera to make up for this. You can start thinking now on how to make it up to me.

Roman

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February 19th

Janus,

As the days grow closer my excitement grows more and more. Even now I’m writing this to you rather than sleeping as it truly sinks in that we’re going to do this. I can’t wait.

Roman

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February 23rd

Roman,

My feelings are the same as yours. This morning I announced to my family my intentions. I didn’t tell them where we’ll be going of course, just that I will be relinquishing the position of Crown Prince and that I will be traveling. Father was enraged, sister was surprised, but Mother and Patton seemed to understand and once the three of us were alone they assured me that they are happy for me. I have a few more people (boring nobles) to tell, but now that they know there’s no going back. So you’re not allowed to have cold feet.

Janus

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February 27th

Janus,

Please if anyone was to have cold feet it was you. I’ve been willing to run away with you since the day I first laid eyes on the pretty thing you call a face.

Roman

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March 4

Janus,

The carriage should be here any minute, and I’m writing this letter that I intend to hand deliver to calm myself. My room is packed into bags, and I’ve already said most of my goodbyes. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’m sure time will fly when I’m with you. It always does.

Roman

~~~~

Jan,

Truthfully I wish you didn’t have to leave, but I understand it. So I wish you luck in chasing your love, while you’re gone I’ll make some changes around here so you can lead the life you want when you get back.

Be happy, and don’t forget to write.

Patt

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March 19th

Patton,

I have arrived safely, and both Logan and Roman are doing well. The former was griping about needing to share his estate with us, but all it took was me bringing up a few embarrassing childhood stories for him to loosen up. I don’t know when I’ll be home, but if you’re ever in the mood to frighten Father, tell him that we’ll need a royal wedding upon my return. I finally got to do the proper proposal I’ve had in my head since the New Year’s before last, and it was perfect.

I wish you luck in dealing with the state of affairs, if you need any help send me a letter discreetly and I can offer some aid.

Best wishes,

Janus

P.S. Fire Virgil if you feel like it. You can do better.

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A Forbidden Romance Years in the Making!

It’s been years since the ex Crown Princess and now hostage of the kingdom Delphine outed then Lord Roman Regis for loving a married man. Afterwards he was shunned by society and took shelter in the palace after his father begged for his shelter. Generously, the former Crown Prince agreed given he was tied to the scandal. But now we know that was never the whole story. Rather the two have been in a secret romance since their school days.

Now, as if his sudden disappearance was nothing, First Prince Janus Ekans has returned with his betrothed Lord Roman Regis, by his side. Previously talks of Crown Prince Patton signing the new law has been floating for a long while, but it seems the pen will finally be put to paper so a royal wedding may commence.

The couple will wed immediately following the signing of the new law legalizing gay marriage. And it will surely be a wedding to remember.

#jaz's oneshots #Janus Sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roceit #love letters #letters #a story in letters #princes

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btxtreads · 5 years ago

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whispers || min yoongi

CHAPTER ONE

➳ Fate is such a fickle thing. So easy to tamper with.

↳ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Based off of the Daechwita MV)

↳ word count: 1.5k words

↳ rating: PG-13

↳ genre: fluff, angst, historical AU

↳ Warnings: Swords, Death, A gun, Battle Scenes, Forced Engagement, Failed Execution, Assassination

↳Trigger warning note: PLEASE BE CAREFUL IN READING THIS FIC. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE–PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED UNDER THE KEEP READING SIGN.

↳ a/n: i wrote this for like three days until i realized oh maybe it should be a series so enjoy this first chapter lol also!!!!! i put a lil final fantasy thing here and its kind of a central point to the story lmaooooOoO guys send me some asks im like really bored bls

Empress Y/N

Empress Y/N (1384 – 1461) was the second emperor of the Baekje kingdom during the early Joseon era and one of the best-known queens of the Joseon dynasty. Born to a consort, the ongju only became the heir to the throne when Gongju Sun, only child of the Baekje emperor and the late empress Shin, became the empress of Goguryeo after her marriage with the Emperor—father of the late crown prince Geum—after his queen’s untimely death. Y/N became the first empress to rule without a king in 1413, until her marriage to her royal guard Park Jimin in 1420. The empress was then succeeded by her son, Park Il-Guk, after she and her husband stepped down the throne in 1446. She died of natural causes in 1461.

It was a normal day at the temple when the empress suddenly visited. It was dark and silent—the time of the pig[1].

The heavily pregnant empress of Goguryeo, ever the superstitious, approaches the oracle with a careful bow as she cradled her swollen belly. She was due to birth any time.

“Your highness,” greeted the oracle.

“Priestess Cho,” the empress nodded back. “Apologies for having barged in at such an inconvenient time,”

“None-sense, your majesty.” The priestess replied. “The stars have called you here. Who am I to disagree?”

The queen nodded solemnly before setting her hand on her stomach. “I am to birth at any time. I would like you to tell me about my child.”

And tell her she did.

The priestess whispered a prayer as she lit an incense, then closed her eyes.

As if magic, a prophecy tumbled out of her mouth.

A family of greatness

Birthing a child of weakness

As one approaches his end,

A brother prepares to reign.

The queen gasped as tears welled up in her eyes.

She touched her stomach as she felt her child respond to his mother’s touch.

The stars have spoken.

The unborn child will not reach his seventh year, and he will not see his brother crowned as the heir to the throne.

It had been seven years since then.The country prospered and was better than ever.

The crown prince, Geum, grew up to be a cheerful, kind and intelligent boy. He had an affinity for diplomacy and is exceptionally skilled in warfare and battle strategy. The kingdom loved him.

Prince Yunki, however, was a sad child. Perhaps that was because he was constantly ill and born with a death sentence.

The boy was born with snow white hair, which the queen supposed was the result of his illnesses—though quite unheard of. Despite his affinity for swordsmanship and politics, the boy could barely even wield one.

The queen was disheartened.

Agitated by her son’s fate, the empress once again visits the temple. Once again, she sits across the same oracle.

“Your highness,” greeted the oracle. “You have returned.”

“Priestess Cho. I came for my son,” The queen replied with urgency, no time for pleasantries, “The fates have told you that he will die as his brother ages for the throne.”

“They have.”

“Geum will be groomed for the throne soon,” The queen rushed. “Is the death of Yunki really mapped by the gods?”

“No gods, your grace. Stars—the planet. Destiny. Fate. Whatever it is called.”

“Fate dictates the death of my son?”

“Alas, the stars have changed course.” The oracle whispers. “The spirits whisper.”

“What do they say?”

“That your son will be the fiercest king Goguryeo will meet.” The oracle tells. “The emperor that defies fate and destiny.”

“Priestess Cho, forgive me. I was not talking about Geum.”

“Neither am I.” The priestess replied, shocking the queen into silence as she continued. “He will not die tonight, my queen. Not yet. Not for a long while.”

Perhaps the mistake the queen did that night was not to ask what this entailed.

For the following year, the queen was delighted at what she saw.

Yunki loses his illness, recovering at a fast pace. He grew up a strong prince with fair skin, maintaining his white hair, and a sharp gaze. He became strong and fierce.

The queen perished happily that year, joyed at the fact that her son will live. She returned to the planet as her country mourned.

For years to follow, all was well in the kingdom—they had a crown prince who would rule kindly and another who defied fate.

It wasn’t until years later that it all crashed down.

Prince Geum fell in battle, and the emperor died from grief. Prince Yunki immediately ascended to the throne.

The bitter child that he grew up to be, Emperor Yunki became the mad king. All he did was pillage and burn.

That’s what he did to terrorize nearby cities, that’s what he did to eliminate rebels, and that’s what he did to conquer the Kingdom of Silla.

It was because this that fate finally fixed itself—the planet called the whispers[2].

Min Yoongi was simply… Yoongi.

He didn’t think anything was special about him—well, except for the fact that he was a time-travelling assassin sent to different moments of history to fix details that would change the course of destiny.

It would be nice to see an ancient Korea after the mess I made in America, Yoongi thought as he headed to his mission.

He shuddered at the thought of his previous mission—Yoongi spent two whole years egging Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton’s rivalry to end in a duel rather than amicable terms.

Never again.

Shaking his head, Yoongi stepped through time and landed where he needed to, Joseon era—the year 1411.

Yoongi gazed around at the busy street and the lively Goguryeo culture—but that really wasn’t what he’s here for.

Yoongi breathed and nodded to himself.

He was back here to do his mission: assassinate Emperor Yunki and restore the timeline.

Securing his straw hat on his head, Yoongi started to walk through the busy marketplace.

While he did feel weirdly out-of-place, he found that didn’t actually care as long as his cover wasn’t blown.

Three loud bangs on a drum and airy horns were suddenly heard, making him feel alive—Yoongi came at the same time they were playing the Daechwita [3].

Yoongi has always liked music. He liked to play, to listen, to sing and dance and rap. He liked it modern, classical, and traditional—and the Daechwita was one of his favorites. Perhaps it was the ties to his culture.

Intrigued, Yoongi went to watch the captivating performance.

“You really like music, don’t you?” A soft voice hummed next to him. “Obviously, right? A person wouldn’t smile that big while watching the Daechwita if they didn’t like music.”

He turned to see a girl, donned in a plain-looking blue and purple hanbok, tilting her head at him.

Yoongi blinked and turned to leave. “Hey, wait!”

The girl ran after him. “Hello!”

“Goodbye,”

“What’s your name?” The girl persisted, as Yoongi turned to another pathway, his hands in his pockets.

“None of your business.” Yoongi quipped, shooting the girl an irritated gaze.

“Sorry, I just found it really sweet that you were so happy, watching the Daechwita,” the girl continued. “While I do like music too, I really don’t listen to the Daechwita much.”

Yoongi sighed, deciding to humor the girl.

“You’re a commoner, what business do you have listening to the Daechwita?”

“You’re right, nothing!” She smiled.

“Right.”

Yoongi continued walking, vaguely aware of the footsteps following behind him.

“So, what’s your name?”

Yoongi glared at the happy girl, who only smiled back.

“If you refuse tell me, I will call you Daechwita until you do.”

Yoongi huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Listen, don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

The girl shrugged. “Not really. Besides, everybody in the country is busy these days.”

At this, Yoongi snapped into attention, turning to the girl to gather intel on his mission. “Why? What’s happening?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The girl snorted before shrugging. “The emperor of Baekje and his… ah… daughters have arrived. The gongju[4] is going to marry the emperor.”

“Emperor Yunki? A wedding?” Yoongi asked. That bastard is getting married?

“Yes.” The girl nodded, smiling.

“Have you seen the emperor yet?” Yoongi asked curiously, taking note of possible locations.

The girl slowly shook her head. “No, I’ve never seen him. I’m just a visitor.”

“From where?” Yoongi asked.

The girl gulped. “Baekje.”

“Ah,” Yoongi nodded. “What was your name again?”

“…Y/N?” The girl replied hesitantly.

So, this is Empress Y/N of Baekje, Yoongi noted before he shrugged. Didn’t know she was this annoying.

“Okay, then.”

He turned to leave.

“Wait, that’s it? That’s your response? To what I just told you?”

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, was I supposed to say anything else?”

The girl’s eyes lighted up. “No!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned to leave when the girl bounded up next to him.

“So, where are you from?”

Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh.

This was going to be a very long day.

LORE GUIDE:

[1] In the Joseon era, people told time via sundials and water clocks. As they did not follow the modern format of time yet, they based off of animals. The time of the pig means 9:00 – 11:00 PM.

[2] Based off of the Final Fantasy 7 remake, Whispers were entities that were meant to keep destiny in line. They appear at instances where destiny could possibly change course and make sure that whatever needs to happen, happens. However, this can be broken as Cloud and his team destroys all entities and changes the past, present and future—altering the timeline and creating a new one.

[3] Daechwita is a genre of Korean tradition music played with snares and woodwind instruments. This is usually performed during marching or when the king is out.

[4] Ongju and Gongju are both princesses. Gongju, however is the daughter of the king and queen—a crown princess. An ongju is the daughter of the king and a consort.

For other questions DM me,,,, also i just really want people to talk to u

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kpoppwriter · 5 years ago

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The Weight Of A Crown pt. 3

Anon asked: i was surprised when i saw pt 2 of the weight if a crown and i'm not ready(but please continue, i can handle myself,, i think)

Genre: fluff/angst royalty au

Words: 1.2k+

Warnings: none really

a/n: oops I accidentally made a new series I got some ideas for where this can go so if people like it, I’ll keep writing also i’m sorry for the cringy name I gave the boys’ kingdom it’s literally a romanized way to say 17 in korean oml it was either that or Carat kingdom

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | epilogue

It’s been a month since you had lunch with Prince Mingyu. You had taken Minah’s words to heart and completely severed contact with him. He had tried to see you again, sending you flowers and letters and requests to visit. You never responded but damn, did it hurt. You still wished Minah hadn’t said anything.

The day started as normal. You were woken up early and went downstairs for breakfast. Minah waited for you, spouting off your list of daily tasks and meetings. As she read over the list, she hesitated when she got to your final engagement of the day.

“You have a meeting with the king of the...Shipchil kingdom.”

“Okay? Why do you look so worried about that?” you took a sip of your drink

“That’s the kingdom of the 13 princes.”

You almost spit out your drink. Yes, you had seen that kingdom’s name in your research but you hadn’t seen anything about that being the kingdom of the 13 princes. You so wanted to cancel the whole meeting but you knew how your kingdom and theirs had a good relationship and you couldn’t ruin years of work because of one of the princes. You opened your mouth to say something-

“No, we can’t cancel the meeting,” Minah stopped you

“I wasn’t going to ask that,” you tsked, “I was going to ask who was going to be there.”

“As far as I know, just the king and maybe the 1st prince but some of the other princes usually tag along when there are meetings between the kingdoms.”

“You don’t think Prince Mingyu will be there...” you asked almost rhetorically

“I don’t know, Your Highness,” Minah admitted, “If he hasn’t gotten the message yet, he might but I think your message has been very clear.”

You nodded, taking another bite of your toast. Your food didn’t taste good anymore. Everything felt sour.

The day felt like it dragged on but also went by so fast. Too fast. Before you knew it, it was dinner time. You could feel the nerves burning in your throat spreading through your chest as you were dressed up. You were really dressed up tonight. Probably since such an important noble was going to be at dinner.

You tried to calm yourself down as you walked down to the dining room. You could hear male voices as you approached. All talk was quickly stopped as you walked into the room. Standing around the long table was 13 young men dressed up just as much as you. They all bowed respectfully.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Your Majesty. I’m sorry to say that the King wasn’t able to make it tonight as he fell ill a few days ago. I hope it’s alright but he sent us in his place.” one of the princes said

“No, of course, it’s okay! I’ve heard about you and was hoping you’d all be here tonight,” you smiled, “Shall we sit down and introduce ourselves?”

The boys all sat down around the table. They all went around and introduced themselves. It was a lot of information to take in. I mean...there’s 13 of them and you didn’t know any of them. Well, except one, who for the whole evening kept his eyes focused on anything but you.

You spent most of the evening speaking with the eldest son Prince Seungcheol, who was the prince who had greeted you when you arrived in the dining room. He was rather sweet but kept a regal air to him when he spoke with you. It dropped immediately when he spoke with his brothers, which was usually to scold them. Some of the younger boys, as well as some of the older ones, enjoyed having fun and just, in general, being loud much to Prince Seungcheol’s dismay. Some of the boys piqued your interest, like Prince Jeonghan who had fallen asleep at the table and Prince Jihoon who was very quiet and seemed very reserved. There were qualities about each boy that interested you actually. They were quite a unique bunch.

“Shall we move this out to the courtyard?” you offered, “The night is still young and we all seemed to be having fun.”

Well, almost everyone, but you chose to ignore Mingyu as he was ignoring you.

“I don’t see why not,” Seungcheol agreed to the delight of the others

You all made your way out to the courtyard, the night sky covering the outdoors in a layer of darkness. Lanterns lit up the stone walkways as well as the moon. You continued to talk politics with Seungcheol, Prince Seungkwan and Prince Joshua occasionally adding to the conversation. You would peak over on occasion and spy Mingyu sitting at the metal table where the two of you had lunch with Prince Wonwoo.

At some point, Prince Seungcheol ran off to assist one of the boys who had injured themselves while running. You noticed Mingyu was alone. You approached him cautiously, unsure if he’d even talk to you. You knew you shouldn’t have even approached him but you couldn’t help it. You felt like you were being pulled towards him.

“Hi,” you said quietly

You saw him shift uncomfortably in his seat. His eyes didn’t even glance towards you. You sighed and sat across from him so he’d have to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” you fiddled with your fingers, “I should’ve at least explained myself.”

“That would’ve been nice,” he grumbled

“I know, I just need to watch myself and who I’m around. And there’s been some rumors-”

“Rumors?” his voice raised a little but barely over a whisper, “I thought you wouldn’t be the type to care about rumors. Especially after the conversations we had.”

You wanted to defend. yourself but Prince Seungcheol came back over to you, Prince Seokmin holding onto a limping Prince Soonyoung following close behind.

“I’m sorry to cut this evening short, Your Majesty but Soonyoung seems to have really injured himself.”

“No, no! Don’t be sorry! Please go, if you must,” you turned to Prince Soonyoung, “Are you okay enough to make it home?”

“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” he gave you an embarrassed smile

“Alright, well it was a pleasure meeting you all.”

You bid your goodbyes to the boys and watched as they left the courtyard. You wished you had more time to speak with Mingyu but maybe it was for the better that you didn’t.

A few days passed since the evening with the princes. You were again eating breakfast listening to Minah spout..blah blah blah you know all this.

“Prince Mingyu has requested to see you. He says its urgent and won’t take no for an answer.”

You hoped this was your chance to apologize and finally get back on good terms with him. You had finally admitted to yourself that you possibly had feelings for him, despite everyone’s advice against getting involved with him.

“Let him come. I imagine that he wouldn’t say it’s urgent if it wasn’t an urgent matter,” you hummed

Minah looked at it apprehensive but agreed nonetheless. The two of you were interrupted by a servant coming into the dining room. He said that some important mail had come over from the King of Shipchil. You asked Minah to read it aloud to you, your hands too busy with eating. She skimmed over the letter, a small gasp falling from her lips.

“What is it?” you asked scared

“It’s a proposal from Prince Seungcheol.”

“What do you mean? What kind of proposal?”

“A marriage proposal.”

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teacup-crow · 4 years ago

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Next Friday

*this is a repost because Tumblr broke on me earlier! I was ill for two days and could only really lie in bed and wrote this. Set after S5M15, based more around M17, warnings for requisite Season 5 sadness, effects of hunger and Australian levels of swearing.

Summary: Nadia, Owen and Veronica plan next week’s movie night.

Owen is an idiot, Veronica has always thought. But lately, he’s their idiot. Popping up in the lab asking her opinions on irrigation techniques - not her area, of course, but the science behind some of it is fascinating. Appearing during Friday movie nights with Nadia, which had always been their thing, but still respecting that. Appreciating whatever they chose. Never pushing things too far. He’s really good at cooking, too, eking out the most flavour possible from their smaller and smaller ration packs - and always making sure they eat before he does. Maybe there isn’t too much going on upstairs, but he’s nice. He doesn’t judge her, or set her off, or sit too close, or try and make eye contact like Ian does.

“Only liars don’t look people in the eye, Veronica,” Ian had hissed earlier that afternoon. He’d asked some inane question about Sigrid’s taste in wine, and she’d tried to brush him off but he was having none of it. “I know you’re the Minister’s precious little poppet, but I don’t trust you. Nobody likes creepy children who hover around where they’re not wanted. You and your nasty, sneaky girl guide friends… although they don’t really like you either, do they? Not really one for friends your own age, are you?”

She’d stared right ahead, still avoiding his face. “I need to get on with my work, Ian. Haven’t you got things to be doing for Sigrid too?”

He got a tad frostier. “Watch your tone. It’s the Minister to you. And she isn’t here right now, sweetheart, is she?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Say one more thing to me in that tone of voice, Miss McShell, one more thing, and you won’t see your Nadia for a very, very long time.”

The beaker in Veronica’s hand cracked around the base as she squeezed it. What tone? She’d tried to be polite. She could feel his stinking breath on her neck, knew his flat grey eyes would be right there if she looked at them, full of blazing jealousy and spite. And he wouldn’t, couldn’t follow through on that threat, could he? She was here of her own volition.

“Hey, Ronnie! And - oh, hello, I- Commander. We were just going to lunch?” Owen hurried into the lab, his voice bright and giving nothing away, but Veronica noticed from years of analysing it that his posture was stiff for a trained Runner. Beaten, perhaps, or anxious? Ian sneered a little at the sight of him, but backed off, probably appeased by the honorific, and she let Runner Six take her by the hand and pull her away. He’d sat her between himself and Runner Thirteen, and tried to get them engaged in a silly story about the time a koala attempted to steal his mum’s van. She’d ended up explaining to them the high rates of chlamydia among koalas, getting a bit confused when Cameo and Owen found the facts so funny. And the day passed safely - at least until he made a run for it.

The sweat is pouring off Owen’s face now as she attempts to dig the bullet out of his leg, swearing profusely even for an Australian. “Jesus FUCK!”

“I’ve not done this before! I'm trying my best.”

“Fucking Ian, the mangy bastard cu-”

Nadia clamps her hands over Veronica’s ears as if she’s never heard the word before. “Please, just keep it down before someone tips him off!”

Ian hadn’t seen the need to let a ‘traitorous, stupid boy’ use ‘limited medical resources’. Owen is supposed to be back on punishment detail, 5am sharp, or face the consequences. The only thing keeping him from the box is the fact that Cameo is already occupying it. So here they are in the lab, after hours, with a sixteen year old girl trying to stop him bleeding out with very little time, experience or painkillers.

“Ya know, I’ve been through a fair amount of utter bollocking bollocks this apocalypse but really-“

“Runner Six, will you shut it!” And then, closer to his ear, out of Veronica’s earshot: “Did it work?”

He gives the slightest of nods. She smiles, broad and genuine, though her face is thin. They’re all getting a little more haggard, day by day. Veronica glances at the two of them, lovingly gazing at each other, and resolves that she’ll find some clever way to bring their lack of food up to the Minister. Sigrid is a smart woman; if she had any inkling that her top scientist keeps finding hair on her pillow each morning, that her fingernails are brittle, that three people collapsed in the fields last week, that for the first time since meeting Nadia she can count each and every rib, she’d surely do something to curb Ian’s ridiculous power trip.

She yanks at the bullet. Owen screams blue murder. Nadia shoves a balled up tea towel into his mouth, and deadpans: “So much for movie night.”

“I wasn’t really looking forward to The Green Mile,” Veronica admits. “I don’t know what you have against Planet Earth.”

“The fact that I have seen the same episode of the same documentary a thousand times in the last three years may play a part, Ronnie.”

“...only thirty-three.”

“What?”

“I pick the movie every other week. Because of many changes in circumstance, we’ve only had a hundred and nine movie nights. I pick Planet Earth approximately sixty percent of the time. We’ve seen it thirty-three times in the last two and a half years.”

Nadia sighs, and removes the cloth from Owen’s mouth. “You holding up?”

“I’m sorry for ruining your plans, ladies. Next time I try to escape from budget bloody Percy Wetmore, I promise not to do it on a Friday,” Owen pants, but the pain seems to be receding. “Ya know, if I had a nickel for every time I got shot in this calf, I’d have two nickels.”

“Which isn’t a lot, but insane that it happened twice, right?” Nadia responds with a short laugh.

“Did you both spend all your time watching children’s shows pre-apocalypse?”

“Hey, I was a kid pre-apocalypse! She has no excuse.”

“Um, ATC work was stressful and I make no excuses for how I enjoyed my free time.”

“But if you’re twenty-four now, you were eighteen on Z-day, Owen,” Veronica points out.

“Eighteen year olds are still kids, Ronnie.” His voice is suddenly quite tired. He squeezes Nadia’s hand as Veronica pulls the first stitch, hissing between his teeth a little.

She juts out her chin. “I’m younger than that and I’m not a child.”

Neither of them dispute that, though she still cuts a tiny figure in a too-large lab coat, sleeves rolled up three times to make it fit.

“How do you know it’s from a children’s show, anyway, Miss-never-watched-Disney-Channel?”

“...I don’t have to answer that if I’m not comfortable.”

Nadia shoots her an expressing your boundaries thumbs-up. She feels the worry in her chest loosen a little. Everything will be fine. She’ll get Owen’s leg stitched, and today’s drama will force Sigrid’s hand. The Minister will come to Abel and fix things, and she can get back to working on the cure, and Owen and Nadia will be safe and look after each other.

“I’m going to head back to my bunk, I think,” Nadia says, a tinge of fear in her voice as she glances through the darkening window. “Better not to be missed too long, and I should check on Cameo. She… she distracted Ian from you for a bit. It didn’t look pretty.”

“We’ll be all right, Naddi, you go on,” Owen squeezes her hand one last time, and lies back on the lab table. Veronica nods, absorbed in her task. They hear her wheels clatter down the ramp and fade across the square, quiet as footsteps.

“So, you like Planet Earth a lot?”

“I used to watch it with Dad.”

“Oh. Makes sense. My mum’s a big Tom Hanks fan. I’ve probably seen every movie he’s been in… well, about thirty-three times as well.”

“You know there’s a video of Castaway in the rec room, right?”

“I brought it back, actually. Years ago, now. But I don’t know if I can watch it, yeah? I’m scared it might make me think about her too much.”

“Owen,” Veronica finishes the stitches, and starts to clean up some of the blood. She’s watched Kefilwe do this dozens of times. Antiseptic. Dabbing rather than smearing. Keep the patient’s mind off the sting. “Do you remember what your mum looks like?”

The silence that follows makes her wonder if this is a faux pas. He eventually responds: “No, not quite.”

“No, me neither. I have a photo, but I can’t picture them as actual living people. Memories are really interesting that way, actually. We’re not as visual as-“

“Ronnie. Can we talk about something else?”

“Okay.” She racks her brains for small talk. “Do you… like it here at Abel?”

“What, now?” He snorts. “With that pinstripe suit cu-”

Veronica clamps her hands over her own ears, knowing Nadia wouldn’t want her to hear it. He smiles, and raises his hands in apology.

“No, not now. Before.”

“It was all right. Home. Safe. You knew Janine was looking out for ya. There was always enough food to go round.”

“But did you feel like you fit in?” she presses.

“...can’t say I did.”

“Me neither,” she says, a little relieved.

“Runners are quite a superstitious bunch. And I’m unlucky.”

Her brow scrunches in confusion. “Bad luck isn’t a very scientific reason to dislike someone.”

“Can you tell that to getting tied to train tracks, set on fire and repeatedly shot at?”

“Actually, Dad was working on a statistical model of danger to Runners in his spare time. I found it a while ago, me and Nadia were repurposing it to make missions safer. When I include Five in the sample, you actually fall under the average for number of dangerous situations encountered.”

“Uh, I think Five is an outlier.”

“You’re probably right.” She wraps the wound in bandages, and tucks them in. “Done!”

“I owe you one, Ronnie.”

“Just… stay safe. Both of you. I haven’t got time to worry about you two as well as curing the zombie plague.”

“You’re only a… you shouldn’t be worried about us at all, squirt.”

She shrugs. “It’s not my fault you do worrying things. If he puts you in a cell and you can’t change the dressings frequently just do your best to keep it clean.”

“Will do!” He swings off the table, avoiding putting weight on his leg as much as possible. “Whatever he does, I’ll try to make next Friday, all right?”

She nods. Next Friday, she’ll pick out Castaway, and they’ll watch it together, and maybe movie night can be Owen’s thing too.

#zrs5 spoilers #zombies run #zr #owen landis #veronica mcshell #nadia al hanaki #please work this time!

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perfecting-procrastination · 5 years ago

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Hotel - Zabdiel (Part 2)

I am sooo sorry guys that I took so long, I thought I would have loads of time but I have been at work nonstop and have been feeling ill lately tooo. I have plans for a 3rd one and I’ll try my best to get it done as soon as I can! Anyway hope you like this part 2, I love being a tease so I hope the ending doesn’t kill you guys ;).

Word Count: I don’t know mate fucking long

Warning: 18++

"I don't believe you, you are lying to me. THERE IS NO WAY Y/N!" Victoria said in shock, processing what she just heard come from your mouth. You laughed, "Its hard to believe but yeh, it happened and he wants to see me later too". Victoria was in so much shock she had to sit down and take a moment. Whereas, you've been sat on the bed ever since Zabdiel left, you could barely stand after what just happened. That orgasm literally sent your legs into jelly. "Well, what are you going to do? How are you going to act later?!", you went in a daze and thought [She was right how am I supposed to act, like what am I expected to do after hes left me like that]. Victoria then shouted "WAIT SHIT I'VE JUST REALISED SOMETHING", scaring the shit out of you. "Jesus Vicky, quiet down haha" you uttered. "Sorry, I just realised that if we go backstage which is probably where he is going to take us. Does that mean I am gonna meet them too. Do I have a chance with some Ecuadorian dick, because YES PLEASE" Victoria said with a devious grin on her face. "To be honest if Zabdiel can finger me in my hotel room then anything is possible. So.... GO GET YOURSELF SOME ECUADORIAN DICK B", you screamed with enthusiasm [Vicky deserves to get some action after her dickhead of an ex anyway]. You both laughed and carried on chatting about tonight and what could happen, the excitement was unbearable and you both just wanted it to come sooner.

A couple of hours later...

"Right are we ready to go, we need to get there early if you want to get a good space in line" said Victoria rushing me in the process, as usual. You started doing your final checks in the mirror, placing your hands on your waist and turning to the side to see if your outfit makes you look big in the mirror. You tend to get like this before you go out, you worry about your figure most days as you are not shaped like most girls. You were curvier and thicker for sure, and it sometimes took a toll on you. [I really hope he likes the outfit, I hope he doesn't forget me. There is gonna be so many pretty girls there, I could get easily forgotten surely]. You place your hands on the dresser looking up at the mirror in front of you, [Ergh fuck sake why do I do this to myself]. Victoria could see you were getting lost in your thoughts, "Y/N are you okay?". You took your hands off the dresser and faced towards Victoria, "Yeh, I'm alright. I guess I'm just nervous. I should be happy and I definitely am but what if he doesn't even bother talking to me at the show. Like I know this is obviously just a hook up but like still. Ergh I don't know what I'm saying" you sighed. Vicky walked closer towards you and placed a hand on your shoulder, "Sis, lets recap okay. Zabdiel De Jesus came in your room fingered you, without asking for anything back or even to do more stuff. Then after asked for YOUR number. He obviously might not be completely head over heels for you right now cause he obviously doesn't know you well enough but maybe tonight might give him that opportunity. So don't bring yourself down, cause tonight might be the night sugar. Just have fun because that's the most important thing." Victoria said with a wink just after. A smile began to spread across your face as you realised that Victoria was talking some sense. "You're right, I am a beautiful curvy woman and Zabdiel would be dead lucky to have my fine ass tonight. I'm gonna show him who's in control tonight" You said with a flick of your hair. Victoria and you began to laugh and head for the door. You were excited and fully confident for tonight's event.

In the Queue...

"They are gonna walk past any second now, I CANT FUCKING WAIT GIRL" Victoria screeched in excitement. You were having so many thoughts going through your mind that all you could do was respond with was a fake smile. The bus arrived and the door slowly opened. [Jesus hes about to come out, fuck fuck fuck]. Joel firsts walks out and is rushed through with security, he takes photos and hugs a couple of lucky fans on the way. Erick then steps out with Christopher closely followed behind him. Christopher gave Victoria a little wink in her direction on his way inside, it nearly caused Victoria to drop to the floor but she managed to get herself together. Then walked out Zabdiel and Richard, [God Zabdiel looks so hot, this is difficult. I just want to take him somewhere and rip off all his clothes]. While Zabdiel and Richard were walking inside, you see Richard whispering into Zabdiel's ear. They looked very engaged in a conversation, until you see Richard look over at you and say to Zabdiel "¿Es ella?". Zabdiel looked towards him and nodded his head, "Damn, she nice bro" Richard said with smirk. Zabdiel laughed in response, then finally his beautiful brown eyes made contact with yours. His stares were always so intense, it consistently made you weak every time you looked into them. You bit your lip as you felt the heat between your legs get damper. He moved his eyes towards your lip, all he could think about was those pretty lips wrapped around his dick and the image could not leave his mind. "Zabdiel, come on man" Richard shouted while grabbing Zabdiel in his direction, causing the loss of eye contact between you and him. You sighed, [God, I just want to fuck him already]. "I saw that, you two were vibing and he DEFINITELY wants a piece" Victoria said while nudging you. You laughed and responded with "Mmm I hope so haha".

30 mins later...

You and Victoria began to approach the security and the ticket desk, After security check your bags and you both walk towards the desk. The lady behind the desk looked away from her computer and towards us, "Hello, could I see your tickets please". You look through your bag and quickly pass the tickets over to the Lady, "Here you go". She looked through at the ticket and scanned the barcode, the lady then looked shocked as she saw something pop up on the screen. She paused for a minute and signalled a guard to come over. Victoria then faces towards you with a panicked look. The lady then looked back at you both with a smirk, "Well girls it says here that you have been granted VIP and backstage passes. So let me give your wrist bands and ill let George here from security take you backstage. Does that sound Good?". A smile spread across both of your faces followed with a more than compliant nod to her response. She placed the wristbands on both of your wrists and you follow the guard. You noticed other fans watching you go somewhere else with a guard, some either assumed you were in trouble or a new possible groupie for CNCO. But only you and Victoria knew which one you both were going to be and the excitement was only building as you got closer and closer to backstage. You then finally arrived at a room and the security opened the door for you, "Here you go girls, there's refreshments inside and someone will come over soon to give you a tour". You both smiled and Victoria responded with "Thank you George! You've been great". He then walked away and you both walked in the room. It was stylish and it had some sick food and drink, so you were both pretty content. "Oh my God I can't believe were here. it does not feel real at all" you say still astonished from all of the events of today to where you are now. Victoria grabs your shoulders shaking them and saying "GIRL, you can fucking say that again". You both giggle while moving towards the sofa to sit down and have a chat while you wait for the backstage tour guide.

10 mins later...

*knock, knock* You both look up to notice a lady standing there with 2 lanyards in hand, "Hiya girls, my name is Lisa and ill be showing you round. Are you ready for the tour?". Victoria and you smiled and walked over to Lisa to introduce yourselves. After you all got acquainted, you both were given your lanyards and followed Lisa around the building. She showed you different sections behind the backstage area, showing where the guys chill and explains to you what they do before a performance to get psyched up. You both were looking all around, eyes wide taking in all the scenery. "God its so big in here" Victoria observed. It really was huge and they was so much going on behind stage, and none of it looked easy to deal with. You really do forget how hard the staff and the boys must work to make the performance so perfect. You then uttered, "It really is, Jesus". "Si, mi preciosa", the words were whispered into your ear from behind by a low deep voice. You turn around instantly to see that beautiful tall blonde god, and you couldn't help but smile. You were trying to hold in your inner crazy fan girl but it was hard. You look up to him and whisper, "I've been waiting for you". Zabdiel bites his lip and says "So have I". He looks behind you and then look backs at you. You look at him confused and question "whats wrong?". He then smiles back at you and says "I think Christopher likes your friend". You furrowed your brows and turned around to see Victoria giggling with Christopher, who was flirting majorly with her. You then feel a light squeeze on your hand, you turn around to look at Zabdiel "Cmon I want to take you somewhere, we can leave them in peace". You turn to him with a mischievous smile and a raised eyebrow, "Oh yeah where do you want to take me". Zabdiel sends a wink your way and pulls on your hand, leading you down a hallway. He then reaches this door that labels 'Staff only', he drags you in and closes the door. You look around and notice a desk and some boxes around. [Must be an extra office or something?]. While your eyes were wondering around the room you hear the sound of a click and turn around to notice Zabdiel locking the door. “Planning to kill me?” You said with a smirk. Zabdiel laughs and comes up real close to you “Hmm well you’ve been killing me all day, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since our last meeting.”. You look up towards him and flutter your eyelashes, “Why is that baby, do I make you hungry?”. Hearing those dirty words come out of your innocent mouth made Zabdiel go crazy. And you were right, he was HUNGRY and he wanted you so bad that he was struggling to contain himself. Zabdiel picked you up causing you to instantly wrap your legs around his waist. The whole movement was quick and it all fitted perfectly like you two were meant to be connected with one and another. He moves you towards the wall and starts kissing you hungrily, he wanted you and he couldn’t wait much longer. You ran your hands through his beautiful blonde hair, giving it light tugs at points. Making him moan slightly, Zabdiel began moving his lips down your neck while gently squeezing your thighs. A few moans began to escape your mouth only exciting Zabdiel further. You then pulled Zabdiels hair back, causing him to look back at you with a surprised look. You move your lips slowly towards his ear and whisper “It’s your turn, papi”. You hop out of his grip and shove him against the wall. Zabdiel looks at you in shock, not quite sure what is happening as he is normally the one being dominant. But he most definitely is going to roll with it. You lower your self down and get on your knees. Zabdiel then moves his hands downwards to undo his belt, you then slap his hand off. “Ayy mami, what was that for” he responded. You look up at him while slowly undoing his belt and say “I’m in control this time, not you”. This made his eyes go wide with desire, he wasn’t used to this feeling but he sure did love it. Your eyes were finally met his boxers, you slowly shimmied both his jeans and boxers down. You knew Zabdiel was going to be big but god you weren’t expecting that. It only made you even hungrier for him that your mouth began to water. You positioned one hand on the base of the shaft and placed light kisses on the tip. You then moved those kisses up and down the shaft just to tease him further. Making Zabdiel moan uncontrollably, “Nena, por favor. Stop teasing me”. You look up to him and mutter “Do you want me bad baby, do I make you weak?”. He moves his head back and nods. You look disappointed, “use your words, otherwise I stop” you demanded. He looks at you with his mouth open in shock, “I want you so bad it’s killing me”. You smile deviously and move your mouth onto his tip and start slowly swirling your tongue around it. You start moving your other hand up and down his shaft, creating a steady pace. Zabdiel was losing his mind he was struggling to function with all that you were doing. His dick began to pulsate and you could tell he was getting increasingly closer to reaching his high. You began to pick up the pace and move your mouth all the way down his base, so far that the tip was hitting the back of your throat. Tears started to fall from your eyes and Zabdiel was on the edge. His hands were intertwined in your hair and he was tugging hard only making you wetter. “I’m about to cum baby, fuck” Zabdiel moaned. You went in harder, constantly swirling your tongue around as you went up and down on his big shaft. He was so close, but then you suddenly removed your swollen lips from his member. He looked down at you disappointed, wondering what your next move was. “En serio? I was so close princesa” Zabdiel huffed. You smirked deviously back at him and then stood up, removing your jeans and unclipping your bodysuit in the process. You tugged on his shirt leading him towards the desk and hopped on it. You opened your legs, granting zabdiel access. You opened your eyes really wide and look towards Zabdiel, “I just really want you to fill me up papi”. He didn’t think it was possible for you to make words that sound so dirty sound so innocent. But he definitely loved it, Zabdiel grabbed your thighs and brought you in closer. Zabdiel aligned his hard cock with your dripping core, he slowly pushed the tip on the outside of the entrance. Earning a moan of pure frustration from you, “Please papi, Fuck me”. Zabdiel could tell he was driving you crazy so he decided to take it further. He moved his hand up to your throat and lightly applied pressure, “mami, you need to be more patient. Can you do that for me?”. His hand around your throat while his tip was just sitting at your entrance was destroying you. You needed him and you needed him now. You tugged at your bottom lip and nodded your head. Zabdiel then slightly moved only the tip in, stretching you out instantly. It was just the tip but it was almost enough to send you into an orgasm.

*buzz* *buzz*

Zabdiel and you looked at eachother wondering where the sound came from. You both noticed the sound coming from his phone which was on the floor. Zabdiel removed his tip from you leaving you empty and extremely frustrated. He picked up the phone and noticed it was Richard calling. “Que pasa Richard?” he mutters. You couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying but he didn’t look very impressed for sure. He pauses, “Okay okay I am coming now”. Zabdiel then hung up the phone and looked towards you, “I have to go nena, we need to prepare for the show”. Zabdiel began to put on his boxers and jeans. You look at Zabdiel disappointed, “erghhh okay, please tell me we are going to have the chance to continue this later”. Zabdiel laughed and came up close to you, he lifted up your chin with his finger and whispered into your ear “I am not finished with you yet mami”. Zabdiel then opened the door and paced over to the boys to prepare for the concert. You got up and got dressed. You felt so frustrated but you knew you had to wait for Zabdiel. You wanted him so badly and this day has been nothing less of a surreal experience. You exhaled and opened the door, going towards where you last left Victoria. Hoping to find her somewhere backstage. But truly the one thing that was on your mind was Zabdiel.

#cnco #cnco smut #zabdiel smut #zabdiel fic #zabdiel de jesus #zabdaddy #cnco fanfic #zabdiel de jesus smut

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juminsmysticmc · 5 years ago

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Anonymous said: hi, may I request something if it’s not too much trouble? it’s about saeyoung and the reset theory. but basically saeyoung and mc got in an argument and mc went to bed upset with him. saeyoung has a nightmare that once he’s happy with mc in the future, like with their own kids and a nice house and stuff, mc will reset and saeyoung will find that they’re back to day 1 and she falls for the others without remembering him. then he wakes up all sad and scared and he and mc make up. thank u so much!

Hi babe! I really liked to write the story although I’m not a huge fan of the reset theory but I had a pretty good idea so I hope you like it too! Please tell me your opinion!

,,I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE IT!’’ he yelled at you. ,,Can’t we just talk?’’ you asked him, still calm, full with patience for your fiancé. ,,NO I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!’’ he yelled and threw the first thing which came across on the floor. Unfortunately the object was a vase your little brother gave you as a present to your engagement party. It was a very special present for you and so the situation escalated. ,,I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I MAY JUST DISSOLVE OUR ENGAGEMENT!’’ you yelled with tears in your eyes. Saeyoung stayed silent about this matter. He hated the though of you regretting choosing to marry him. But he just couldn’t make himself apologize to you. ,,I’ve told you so many times that I don’t want any children and now you tell me that you’re pregnant!’’ he stated once again. ,,AHHHHH I CAN’T BEAR IT ANYMORE!’’ you yelled at him. ,,YOU’RE ILL! YOU’RE SICK AND YOU KEEP MAKING ME ILL TOO!’’ you yelled. You grabbed your hair and pulled them with your hands. This made him realize that you were actually really stressed. But knowing about your pregancy was just too much. Saeyoung just couldn’t accept that even he deserved happiness, a loving family, a wife, a life without worries.

,,You know what? Just forget it.’’ you sighted, taking the cake you did for him and throwing it into the bin. The baby pink and blue colors mixed in the bin, making the sentence ,,Congratulations, DADDY’’ unreadable. Saeyung could hear you sob, his heart was in pain. Just the imagination of you being sad made his heart crumble. ,,Wait, I will help you.’’ he said and reached out for the plates on the table. ,,Just go to sleep. I will come too but just go. I beg you. Don’t touch anything because I will hit you with it otherwise.’’ you warned him and glared at him. Saeyoung quickly took back his hands. Your red eyes and trembling voice made him realize how hurt you were. Without a word he went in your shared bedroom and went to bed.

This night Saeyoung had a dream. In reality he had, just like people say, four short dreams. People sometimes can’t remember the different dreams or even associate them but usually they have four dreams. But Saeyoung this night had a long nightmare which seemed never ending in his eyes…..

,,Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Daddy! Happy birthday to you!’’ four voices woke up a red haired, sleepy man. It was none other than Saeyoung who woke up due to his family’s song. Saeyoung’s eyes flickered a few times until he was finally fully awake. He smiled as he saw their two little sunshines, as well as his brother and you, his beautiful pregnant wife. His twins were holding a cake, and you were carrying a few presents. Even his brother had a drawing in his hands. ,,But, how can that be…?’’ he asked himself. Yesterday he clearly argued with you about the fact that you were pregnant. How could this situation…? ,,Daddy doesn’t look happy, mommy!’’ the little girl suddendly exclaimed, disturbing his thoughts. ,,We should have stayed in Uncle Saeran’s room….’’ the boy complained and looked at his uncle who’s birthday was also today. Saeyoung’s eyes fell on your smiling face and then on Saeran’s blushed face. Now he got it, the drawings Saeran was holding weren’t for him but for himself, a present from the twins. ,,Idiot, you should be grateful…’’ Saeran hissed and stroked his niece. ,,Wait! No! I’m really really happy!’’ Saeyoung exclaimed and wondered about his own words a few seconds later. ,,Come to daddy!’’ he added. His children happily did so and so the boy placed the cake on the night stand and hugged his daddy. ,,Come on children, let’s prepare the table for uncle and daddy while they wash their faces.’’ you said made your children follow you.

This gave Saeyoung the time to think about what was happening. ,,Am I dreaming?’’ he whispered and looked at his phone. ,,I just went to sleep and now four years already passed?’’ he asked himself. He didn’t like the situation at all but he also had the feeling that his body was moving on his own. While going to the living room Saeyoung actually wondered how the children were named but of course asking them would be pretty odd. Saeyoung and Saeran entered the room together just to be surprised by a beautiful decorated table and a beautiful atmosphere. The background music was a lovely ,,Happy Birthday song’’ and the paper chain which was saying ,,Happy Birthday’’ in beautiful colors was a real eye catcher. Saeyoung really coudn’t remember the last time he saw that his living room was this bright. A lot of pictures were decorating the walls. Pictures of you and Saeyoung on your wedding, pictures of you being pregnant or you and him holding babies. The most beautiful picture in his eyes however was the one behind the sofa. You were holding the girl in your arms while Saeyoung was holding the boy. Both of you sat on the same sofa which stood there and in the background his dear friends were standing behind you. Saeyoung cold remember having a similar picture of you and the RFA. ,,Daddy I’m hungry!’’ he suddendly heard. The whole family except you was sitting around the table looking at him. ,,I’m coming, dear, I’m coming…’’ he calmed her. His heart felt pretty warm when he suddenly saw her smile. She looked just like you, even through she had the same red hair as he and his twin brother. Saeyoung approached the girl and kissed her head and ruffed the boys hair. ,,Daddy are you okay?’’ he asked him sadly, making Saeyoung wonder if he never kissed his children. ,,Yes, I am, why?’’ ,,You’re so cold to us today. Normally you always hug us and play with us…’’ the girl responded. ,,Now now, your dad is just sleepy.’’ Saeran said. ,,Was mommy giving you a restless night again?’’ the boy asked him and made him blush. What were they talking about?! ,,No, it’s not mommy but your sibling who makes mommy wake daddy up!’’ you tried to defend yourself. ,,I can’t help myself if I have carvings….’’ you mumbled and placed down the Nutella. Saeyoung smiled at you, so you were having carvings, huh? The family happily ate together, the children were talking about god and the world while you were happily stroking your belly. Saeyoung couldn’t really explain his emotions. Was this happiness….? Why couldn’t he simply stop smiling…? The day went on, the RFA visited and celebrated the twins birthday. Yoosung had brown hair and Jumin smiled a bit more.

,,Did you like your birthday…?’’ you asked him after the two of you went to sleep in the evening. Saeyoung responded with a yes and you told him that you were feeling as if he was odd. ,,You must be imagening things, Mc…’’ he said and put his hands on her belly. He could feel the baby’s heart beat. It was an amazing, reassuring feeling. Saeyoung thought that he could get used to this kind of living and with the thought to wake up the next day as a happy father and husband he fell asleep…..

,,I’m sorry…..I’m sorry…..’’ Saeyoung heard in the middle of the night which made him open his eyes. And there he saw you, surrounded by a red light in tears. ,,M….c…..?’’ he asked you, still sleepy. ,,I’m sorry…..’’ you repeated. ,,What? What’s wrong…? Please tell me!’’ he begged, now screaming at you. ,,I’m so thankful that I had the chance to enjoy so much time with you, thank you! But now it’s time for me to go, I have to….please don’t be sad….’’ you laughed while tears were still finding their way out. ,,Wait Mc! I don’t get it!’’ Saeyoung managed to scream. He quickly jumped out of the bed just to grab your hand, a disappearing hand. Unfortunately he failed and suddendly everything was dark again. ,,MC!!!’’ he yelled. In the dark he tried to turn off the light when suddenly someone opened the door. He prayed that this person was you and that he once again just had a bad nightmare but he was just so awfully wrong… ,,WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SCREAMING FOR?!’’ a long haired man yelled. ,,Va-Vanderwood…?’’ Saeran mumbled looking at the man. ,,Holy shit, just sleep you ass!’’ he hissed and slammed the door, leaving him in the dark again. Saeyoung finally turned on the light and opened the door. The living room was dark and cold, no pictures, no love. His heart began to beat quickly as he reached for his children’s room just to see that the room looked just like a few years ago. ,,SAERAN?!’’ he suddendly yelled and barged into his brother’s room just to find Vanderwood in there. ,,WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!’’ he yelled. Saeyoung was on the verge of a breakdown when suddenly his phone began to ring. The RFA was writing….

,,Failed my midterms fml T_T *sending a crying smiley*

,,Yoosung….? Aren’t you already a vet…?’’ he thought but suddenly send a message saying : ,,Cuz u played LOLOL all night lol.’’

,,If you want to work for our company, you should take care of your GPA.’’ ,,I’m still on the list?! +_+’’ *sending a smiley* ,,Yes’’

Saeyoung couldn’t believe his eyes, what was he reading? The chat seemed like the one he had years ago when you first entered the chat…. Suddenly Saeyoung stopped breathing, it didn’t just seem like that but it was indeed like that! A few messages later he noticed that you and Jihyun entered the chat. The leader begged everyone to trust you asked him later on to make a background check on you.

But Saeyoung already did know everything about you… Tears left his eyes, for five days you acted as if you never knew anyone of your dear friends and they simply did the same. Saeyoung just didn’t want to believe it but then, when you stated that you loved Yoosung, he slowly began to think that he was getting a grip of the situation. Was this somehow a reset of your life? Were they all playing a prank on him? Or was history repeating itself? But even if history would repeat itself, shouldn’t you fall in love with him…? Saeyoung saw the same situation three times, every time after eleven days the RFA seemed to forget you and you fell in love with someone else. The first one was Yoosung, the second one Zen and afterwrds Jaehee. Like always he got to see the same chats for five day. You laughing over Yoosung, gossiping with Jaehee over Zen’s Musicials or admiring Elizabeth the third. And after five days he got into a fully unknown situation, like Jumin kidnapping one of his cars. Saeyoung couldn’t understand the world anymore. At some point, at the sixth day after you entered the RFA for the third time he decided to ask you.

The both of you chatted a long time. He asked you if you actually knew what you were doing but you were just deigning the situation. Maybe this was something he shouldn’t have done because suddenly he could hear your sobbing voice. Once again you seemed really hurt, just as hurt as the time when Saeyoung argued with you, before going to bed. ,,I’m so sorry, I don’t want to delete this app but it’s too much….I’m not living the reality anymore!’’ you sobbed. Saeyoung couldn’t understand anything anymore. But then he could see you. Even through glass was between you, he could see your crying face. Tears were falling on the glass which was separating the both of you. And then he saw a message.

,,Do you really want to delete this app? If you delete this app all your dates within the game will be deleted as well.’’ the message said. And before he could say anything your finger pressed the answer ,,Yes, delete’’ and you disappeared.

,,MC!’’ Saeyoung yelled and jumped up. ,,WHAT?!’’ you hissed back, turning the light on and looking at him with a sleepy face. He shrieked when he suddenly saw your messy face, your eyes were red and your cheeks were wet. It seemed as if you fell asleep crying. A glance on the clock showed him that it was 5 AM. ,,What happened?’’ he asked you. ,,Holy shit, that’s what I’m asking you. What do you want?!’’ you groaned putting your hands in your face. Saeyoung looked down at your body, you didn’t seem pregnant and you remembered him. So, was this still a dream or was he in reality again? ,,If you’re so traumatized about my pregnancy…..’’ you mumbled with a trembling voice. ,,I will just go to Jaehee.’’ you ended your speech and got up. So, he was back in reality, right? Saeyoung observed you. He remembered the good time he had with the twins and how beautiful it was to feel a beating heart. And now? All he was seeing was a tired you going out because he was an idiot. ,,I’m sorry…’’ you whsipered again with tears. All Saeyoung could think of was the situation when you suddenly were surrounded by the red light. His body moved on his own and he reached out for your hand, hugging you and pressing your body against his. He breathed in your scent, his daughter smelled the same… Out of the blue he missed his children really much….. Maybe this nightdream was a sign for him? ,,Don’t go, please rest, sleep next to me and never leave me or fall in love with someone else….I want to become the father of our children and live happily with you so pease don’t go….’’ he begged.

,,Why did you change your mind…?’’ you smiled when you laid in bed next to Saeyoung. He was currently stroking your back with his hand while the other one rested on your still flat tummy. ,,I will tell you another time….for now let’s just rest….’’

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NOTE: The word “Negro” is only used for historical accuracy in this chapter, as it was the most polite/inoffensive term in the 1950s. As a POC myself I think history should not be erased. I'm a strong supporter of BLM, and if you wanna debate that you can just take it right off this fic; I'm gonna delete super politically-charged comments (especially if you're a racist lol, you might get reported)

=Chapter 17

Pyrrha showed up just in time for the cake, as it turned out, since it had to chill before it was ready to be served. In the interim, they had all chatted and played a game of poker, which only proved that Kali had even more talents than previously were visible. Luckily, they were only playing for starlight mints instead of real money.

As anyone could have predicted, Kali took an immediate liking to Weiss's childhood friend. She did tease her once - asked if she wanted a little “extra sugar” with her slice of cassata, leaning in a little too close - but when Pyrrha flushed and pulled away, she left her unmolested for the rest of the night. Pyrrha clearly appreciated that consideration.

The two drove back home with full bellies and high spirits, Weiss even moreso due to dinner before the dessert; Pyrrha was just filled with cake and milk. They took the long way home, both to throw anyone who might be trying to follow them off the scent, and to enjoy the evening for a few seconds more.

“I never thought I would say this, but… I really do like your new friends.”

“Yeah?” Weiss couldn't help the huge grin that broke out across her face. “They like you, too. Though I am sorry they can't seem to stop flirting.”

“I already told you, I don't mind. Even Cinder, as long as she doesn’t go too far. They are simply expressing desires that come very natural to them. Maybe they don't to me, but I'm starting to realize that they aren't as ‘unnatural’ as the church would have us believe.”

The church had scarcely occurred to her. The Schnee family weren't much for religion at all, since her father considered himself “an educated man”, as he was quick to inform anyone who broached the subject. “Yeah. Maybe not.”

“And…” After taking a deep breath, she continued, “I think I can handle the flirting, as long as you don't join in.”

“What?! But I would never-”

“I know, but you probably thought you would never date a woman at all,” she went on stubbornly, despite how uncomfortable she looked to be discussing this. “I'm not trying to say that you were thinking about doing it; just… expressing my gratitude that I know you understand. That if they ever start going too far, you'll always be there to step in and stop them.”

Weiss nodded as she absorbed that. Maybe it wasn't quite fair for Pyrrha to assume that she would ever change her behavior that drastically, but she could also understand the mindset looking from the outside-in. All the more reason for her to keep an eye on the other Dragons; as often as Yang reassured her that they wouldn't really have forced her into anything she didn't want, they were still extremely pushy.

Before she could respond, she noticed her friend leaning in to squint over the steering wheel. “What… what is that? Up there.”

Two men seemed to be standing in the middle of the street. At first, Weiss was only concerned that they were trying to get themselves run over - or just being a general nuisance. Then she recognized one of them by his bristly white mustache and groaned.

“Great. What is this fresh pleasure?”

“We're about to find out,” Pyrrha sighed as she pulled over to the curb. Weiss had already shucked her leather jacket and was in the process of stuffing it under her seat. “Do you remember our alibi for today?”

“The diner? Or… wait, we were going for a Sunday drive.”

“But it's Friday.”

“You know what I mean!” Without waiting for her to answer, she exited the car.

The two fathers were waiting for them. This close, Weiss could indeed tell that the other man was Mr. Nikos; she hadn't been able to tell from further away. His red hair was thinning on top, but otherwise he was quite the good-looking fellow; a burly ex-Olympian who was definitely the driving force behind Pyrrha’s career in track and field.

“Hello, Father,” Weiss said shortly.

“Where exactly have you two been keeping yourselves?” he asked without preamble.

“Out driving. We had a nice meal and decided to enjoy the fresh air before it gets too cold to-”

His overly loud sigh interrupted Weiss's words. “Spare me the double talk. I've already confirmed that neither of you have been to the diner all day today. Now, would you like to amend your story?”

“It's true,” Pyrrha added, her voice a lot stronger than expected. Weiss was furious that he was checking up on her, but she would handle that later. “We found a quaint little place by accident, had our supper there. Since it isn't a school night, we thought it would be fun to splurge and try something new.”

“Mmhmmm. And what sort of new things did you try?”

Something about the way her father had phrased that made Weiss uncomfortable. She couldn't put her finger on why right away, but it made her hesitant to answer.

“Shall we share our hypothesis with the class? Very well then.” Barely glancing at Mr. Nikos, he began to pace back and forth, still in the middle of the street. “Already, we've caught you hanging around that uncouth girl. The one you've been warned against spending time with. Or don't you recall that?”

Throat dry, Weiss managed to rasp, “Of course.” This was it. They were about to be defeated, and everything was going to get so much worse.

“I've heard from Whitley that you spend a lot of time with a strange group of girls. Granted, you haven't spent any time with them since our little talk, but it is something you've been guilty of in the past. And now, you are spending a little too much time with Miss Nikos.”

“Well, it's not that I mind so much as all that,” the other parent said in a more mild tone than Weiss's father.

“Shush.” Weiss wanted to run up to him and kick him in the shin for talking to her friend's father that way, but she resisted for the time being. “You can see how this looks to us. It would look that way to anyone. So I hope you aren't terribly offended when I suggest that you spend a little less time together from now on.”

Of course, she knew exactly what he meant. Still, she had a good defense prepared for just such an accusation. It had originally been about Yang, but the sentiment worked just as well for Pyrrha.

First, she would start with feigning ignorance. “No, Father, I can't see how it looks to you. What's wrong with having a good chum and spending my free time with her?”

“As I said,” he went on patiently - though a muscle tick had appeared in his jaw. “It's not your chosen company, who is at least an improvement over that other hooligan. It's the amount of time. This is far more than any two gal pals would entertain each other's company.”

“Is it? I mean, how do you know? Have you spent a lot of time as a gal with pals?”

His face darkened. “Weiss Schnee, you will not sass me in this manner.”

“I'm not sassing you! I'm merely trying to point out that you've never been a teenaged girl. You can hardly be expected to understand our sisterhood.”

“Fine,” he growled. “But it doesn't matter. I have put my foot down and I expect you to obey me. Understand?”

“Please, Mr. Schnee,” Pyrrha began in a humble voice. “I really don't understand. What do you think will happen if we spend too much time together? Is it her homework? I always do mine - we do it together!”

“That is not the concern.”

“Then what is? If I know what the problem is, I can try to rectify it! B-but I don't want to lose my friendship with your daughter purely because… because of a reason you won't even tell me!”

Those were real tears sliding down her best friend's cheeks. In the back of her head, Weiss was thinking it was Pyrrha who deserved to be in ‘Our Town’ .

“He means that you're behaving a little too… familiar with each other,” Mr. Nikos provided, looking quite ill at the prospect.

“What does that mean? How can we be too familiar? Doesn't the Good Book say to love our neighbor as ourself? I'm only trying to be a good friend and a good Christian to my neighbor.”

That seemed to finally do it. Though her own father looked relieved, Weiss was still squinting at them suspiciously. But there didn't seem to be anything more he could accuse them of without simply shouting more unfounded nonsense. So he sighed and shook his head, gesturing for Weiss to go inside.

“Sorry about this,” Weiss whispered to Pyrrha, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Then she hugged her very briefly, very chaste, and they shared an awkward smile before parting ways.

As the Studebaker was moved into the garage, her father joined her on their way up to the front door. “Don't you think for a second this is over. You may have fooled those Greeks with your Trojan Horse lies, but you won't fool me.”

“And don't think your pretend concern fools anyone,” she told him in a dangerous tone of her own. “You only care that you can't control me as well as you wish.”

“Don't speak to me in that-”

“What have I really done wrong? Snuck out once, just to check in on my friend? And I know,” she interrupted before he could interrupt. “You don't approve of Yang. She really isn't as awful as you think, but I've respected your wishes, and haven't brought her around anymore. And now you're suspecting my best friend, a girl so sweet she could be in an Ovaltine commercial, of being a bad influence? Where does it end? Am I just not allowed to have any friends at all?”

“Not the type of friends that you are engaging with lately. You've already demonstrated delinquent behavior, so why should I believe you when you state that you are giving it up simply because I've asked you to? Delinquents already misbehave, and you have done nothing to prove that you've reformed entirely.”

Weiss wanted so badly to shout at him. She wanted to kick him, or to tell him everything that was really going on and watch him be completely shocked. But she knew that Salem was counting on her to remain in his good graces - and despite not trusting her, she already trusted her more than she trusted her own father, tragic as that may be.

“I'm trying my best, Father. And I'm not doing anything wrong, I haven't hurt anyone - I'm keeping my grades up and spending leisure time with Pyrrha. And whatever kind of negative influence you seem to think she is, I promise you that she isn't. Can't you tell that just by talking to her?”

The man considered for a moment, still glaring down at her as they came to a stop in the living room. “I thought I could tell that by talking to you. Apparently, I was mistaken. But fine, pretend that all is well and you aren't about to disgrace our family name. You'll either prove that you were right, or you'll prove me right. Eventually.”

As the man headed to his seat by the fire, Weiss stomped upstairs. If she never saw him again, it would still be too soon.

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Saturday was largely boring for Weiss. Hoping to appease her unreasonable parent, she spent most of her time practicing her singing lessons, and going over schoolwork to make sure it was ready for Monday morning. Her mother was present for breakfast, and she tried to engage her in conversation, but as usual the woman was already mentally divorced from everything around her. And with the male members of her family being so intolerable, she decided to avoid them altogether whenever possible.

But Sunday, she received a shock in the early afternoon. When Pyrrha came over, she felt vague surprise; she had expected her to keep her distance for a little while after essentially being accused of “deviant behaviour” without it being openly stated.

“I had to come right away,” she whispered once they were alone in Weiss’s room.

“Why?” She pressed a paper napkin into her hands. “What’s this?”

Squirming for a brief moment, Pyrrha breathed, “Did you know that… th-that Mrs. Belladonna works at that Italian restaurant downtown?”

“No, I didn’t,” she confessed. Privately, she thought it was an entirely fitting occupation for the woman.

“She does. I had to try very hard to keep a straight face when she came out to ask my family if we were having a nice meal. Then she said I ‘dropped my napkin’, though I still had mine in my lap. She stooped to pick it up, and…”

Weiss was afraid that Pyrrha was about to confess that Kali had made stronger overtures toward her friend. “And?”

“A-and it was like a magic trick! Her hands moved so smoothly, no one besides me could tell she took the napkin from my lap, pulled one from her apron pocket, and presented that to me as if it were the one I dropped! Really, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did shows in Las Vegas or something!”

“Oh,” she sighed in sheer relief. “Alright, well that’s… strange, but nothing worth flipping your lid over. Though I might have to ask if she has any card tricks.”

“No, no - it’s not that. Read it.”

“Read what?”

“The napkin,” she said impatiently, unfolding it for her…

And revealing a hastily-scribbled note. Suddenly, Weiss had realised that this wasn’t just a strange story that didn’t affect her. It was the beginning of something larger.

‘ Parlay went south. Rumble tonight - old factory, 5pm. Sorry but S needs you there. Love you sweetie.’

The fact that Kali had taken the time to tack on the last sentence did touch Weiss, even if it was easily eclipsed by the rest of the message. Reading between the lines, she had a feeling the real shape of the matter was that Salem didn’t need her in particular, but that all Dragons were supposed to be in attendance, or their loyalties would be called into question.

“What is a ‘rumble’?” Pyrrha was whispering softly. “D-do you think- should I stay, just to make sure everything’s alright?”

“No! I mean…” Reading through the note again and committing the details to memory, she wadded it up in her hand. “No, Pyrrha. Thank you, but you aren’t one of us. I don’t want you in danger, too.”

“But I want to help!”

Her heart breaking, she hugged her tightly. “Absolutely not. I already feel bad enough for dragging you into this as much as I have, so… so if you got hurt because of me, I would never forgive myself. I hate to ask you to help me at all, so just… please, drive me over to the Belladonna’s an hour earlier, then go straight home. Do you understand?”

“No, I don’t, but… I trust you. Even if I wish I could do more.” They patted each other on the back. “I wish I weren’t the bearer of bad news.”

“It’s alright. Excuse me, I need to use the little girls’ room.”

As she watched the torn-up napkin swirl and rocket down the hole in the bottom of the toilet bowl, Weiss felt like she might be ill. But there was no sense in worrying herself sick now. There would be plenty of time for that when she got to the site of the rumble.

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“Thank you for coming,” Kali sighed as they followed Blake to the factory. Weiss had already struggled into her leather jacket, and had dressed in blue jeans and a darker blouse in the hopes it would make her look less like a square. “I know this can’t have been an appealing way to spend your evening.”

“It wasn’t. Does Salem really expect me to be able to do anything? I’ve never so much as punched anyone in my life!”

With a long sigh, she pulled up behind Blake’s hog along the curb. This was an out-of-the-way location that they felt would be a safer place for the car; Blake would ferry the other two women to the actual rumble site one at a time. The trip had already taken twice as long, due to having to ensure they weren’t followed, so now they were trying to make haste.

“I understand. But if you don’t show, Salem will assume being a Dragon isn’t important to you. And if it isn’t important, it isn’t anything worth protecting.”

“That’s what I thought,” she grumbled.

“Just hang back,” she whispered, shaking a little with nerves. “The rest of us are a little more practiced at this kind of thing. We… might get a little bloodied up, but it’s very rare for anyone to die. Small town like Vale, rumours circulate pretty fast, and none of us want undue attention.”

“So no guns?”

“No guns. Probably a few baseball bats, but mostly fists and wits.”

“They don’t feel like louts for hitting girls?” When Kali laughed, she frowned as they got out of the car. “What’s so funny? I can’t believe they would actually hit us!”

“They know we could cut them down if given the chance. And since very few of us would consider dating them, it’s easy for them to not even consider us women anymore.”

That didn’t seem quite right to Weiss. They were still women, regardless of whom they dated. However, Kali was already hopping onto the motorcycle behind her daughter, so then she had no one to voice her displeasure to. No sense talking to the wind.

After a few minutes, Blake returned, idling for a moment. Weiss moved to get on but she turned around and said, “Wait.”

“What is it? I don’t want to be late and upset anyb-”

“I want you to know something.” After a few quick breaths, to prepare herself to speak, she said, “Yang is going to be trying really hard to protect you out there. And I’ll be trying to protect Yang. So just… don’t worry about doing your part, or helping either of us. Just protect yourself. By doing that, you’ll be shielding Yang as best you can with what you’ve got. That’s… that’s all I had to say.”

“Alright.” Then she hopped onto the bike behind Blake, sliding her arms around her middle. “But Blake?”

“What?”

“I know you won’t care, but I really hope we all make it out of this okay. That means you, too.”

She could just barely see the ghost of a smile flicker across her lips. “Really? If I didn’t, I would be out of your way.”

“You aren’t in my way in the first place. Aren’t we friends? Or did that whole conversation mean nothing?”

“No, no, it did. And we are. I’m sorry.” One of her hands lowered just enough to pat the back of Weiss’s hand before she took off from the curb.

When they got to the factory, the two different factions were clearly visible from far away - simply by the length of the hair of one side. Getting closer to the fenced-in parking lot, it was easier to tell differences besides that. Weiss was still pretty far away from the other side of the parking lot where the Huntsmen were gathered, but she thought she recognised the blue-haired boy from her first visit to Junior’s.

“You decided to grace us with your presence,” Salem said mildly. It struck Weiss that she still wore the heavy cloak, all but completely obscuring her face and arms. “Punctual. And admirable, for a new Dragon. Young Ilia has not arrived yet.”

Ignoring her wildly fluctuating pulse, Weiss gave a slight curtsy. Her healing brand seemed to tinge merely from Salem’s close proximity. “Well, m-maybe she got held up in traffic?”

“Are you making excuses for her?”

“No, High Dragon.”

“Good.” Turning back to the other women, she said, “The hour draws near. We have… five minutes before our warlord will approach theirs and dictate the terms of the rumble. Settle business if business is to be settled. If we can’t reach an amicable agreement, the rumble commences in ten minutes.”

It was at that point Yang stepped forward, cracking her neck. Weiss noticed she was ignoring her; keeping her focus on the matter at hand. It hurt a little, but she tried not to take it personally. “I’m ready.”

“Is the Duchess ready to attend the final parlay with the warlord?”

“Yes, High Dragon,” said Kali with a brief bow. That shocked Weiss thoroughly; she had a feeling before now that Kali was a relatively unimportant member, only tasked with cooking for them. Was she really some kind of lieutenant?

“Then all is set. I will repair to the shade. Cinder, if you please?”

The serious-faced girl bowed to her. Once she turned her back to approach the corner of the parking lot, she did flash Yang and Kali an inscrutable look, but that was all the hesitation she indulged in before following her master.

“I almost wished you didn’t make it,” Yang sighed in a shaky voice. “But… it would probably be worse if you didn’t.”

“I’m glad I got the message! Have you guys known about this and you didn’t tell me?”

Glancing over at the men at the other end of the lot, Kali answered, “It happened late last night. Salem met with their president in a one-on-one meeting that most of us thought was a bad idea. We were right; she insulted him and he insulted her back, and they left unhappy.”

“Wasn’t pretty,” put in a Dragon that Weiss didn’t know, other than by sight from Shopkeeper’s. She was an older Negro woman with a soft afro and multiple gold earrings, though the red bindi in the middle of her forehead suggested she might also be Indian. Her uncertainty made the sheltered girl wish she’d had more contact with other cultures in her short life. “I wasn’t supposed to do anything other than drive her to and from the meeting, but I had to fight off one of Watts’s boys to keep him from getting to the High Dragon.”

“I should have been there,” Yang growled under her breath. “This is my job, isn’t it?”

“Only if asked, honey,” Kali soothed her. “Don’t worry, Sienna had it under control. That’s what she’s there for: to step in if the High Dragon can’t fulfill her duties.”

“That’s your job,” Sienna countered with a slight smirk. Which Kali returned. “Isn’t it, Duchess?”

“My job is to feed hungry, growing girls.”

“I’ll bet you like them hungry,” she accused with a slight chuckle as she turned away from the conversation, and Kali only rolled her eyes before moving off to check on Blake.

That left Weiss with her girlfriend. While it was nice to be able to see her during the weekend, since she had expected to be waiting until Monday, these were less than ideal circumstances.

“Hey.”

“Shut up,” Weiss whispered as she wrapped her in her arms. Even though she still felt a thrill of dread every time she did that with her in public, she knew this was one of the few places where it was safe. Where though there might be a few jeers or catcalls, they were in good humour.

“God, I miss you when you’re not around,” Yang sighed into her hair, hands tightening against the back of her jacket. “Sweet little Schnee.”

“You don’t know I’m sweet yet. But I know you’re tangy.”

A little laugh blasted out of her as she pushed her back, grinning wide. “And I used to think you were a princess. The mouth on you!” They both giggled. “Oh… okay, so. I never got around to sparring with you, and now that feels like a big mistake. Really wish I taught you a few moves.”

“Blake already warned me,” she hurried to assure her. “I’ll keep my head down and try to defend myself, stay out of everyone’s way. But isn’t there some way we can… I don’t know, not fight?”

“Afraid not, by this point. They’re all really set on kicking each other’s teeth in. Salem and old Watts don’t care, since they’re both jerks and they’re not even gonna be in the rumble themselves. So this is the only way they can decide once and for all who gets Junior’s.”

“That’s what this is over? Junior’s? I thought that was neutral territory.”

“Yeah! When we’ve all been fine with sharing it before! I thought the talks were going fine, and then just… I don’t know, they really get under each other’s skin so easy.”

Weiss leaned her head against Yang’s chest, listening to her rapid breathing. “This all seems ridiculous. They’re acting like children.” When Yang didn’t answer right away, she whispered, “Can you try? For me? Just ask if there’s any other alternative to fighting. If they still say ‘no’, then… well, I guess we’ll resort to fisticuffs.”

“You sound like you’re from the turn of the century,” she laughed, petting over Weiss’s hair. “But… yeah. I mean, I kinda wanna bash their stupid faces in, but I also don’t want you in danger. So I’ll ask.”

“Thanks,” she breathed, before leaning up on tiptoes to kiss Yang’s cheek. “Love you.”

This time, there was a chorus of “oooooooh” from a few of the younger Dragons, and also from a couple of young Huntsmen with sharper eyes. Weiss stuck out her tongue at them and they laughed. Then she was distracted by a small figure jogging up to them from the corner.

“Sorry!” Ilia gasped out weakly, bracing against her knees while she caught her breath. Her hair was in wild disarray, and she was sweating quite a bit. “I couldn’t… find my jacket, my… and then the bus wouldn’t… pick me up while I was wearing it, so I had to… hitch…”

“Whoa, breathe,” Yang told her, patting her on the shoulder. “You should have got in contact with one of us. This is cutting it way too close.”

“Salem knows you weren’t here before,” Weiss warned her. “I think you might want to be ready to apologise.”

Ilia looked stricken. “Oh… oh n-no, I didn’t… is… Blake upset?”

Even though it was difficult, Weiss didn’t roll her eyes. Yang exercised no such concern. “Pal, you need to cool off with that. Blake doesn’t care.”

“Yet,” Weiss added, hoping it would soften the blow. “And you’re certainly not going to help yourself by chasing after her this desperately.”

At least her face was already flushed from running, so she had a ready excuse for the redness in her cheeks. “Oh… I… oh.”

“But hey, maybe you’ll impress her out there,” Yang put in, having figured out Weiss was trying to cheer her up and attempting to do the same. “Knock ‘em dead.”

“Not ‘dead’!” Weiss squeaked.

“Oh, right- uh… knock ‘em… alive?”

Ilia sighed, still wiping sweat off her forehead. “She doesn’t know I’m alive now, so it doesn’t matter if someone knocks me dead or if I do it to them. But… thanks, girls.” Then she paced off to lean against a telephone pole, slight chest still heaving.

“That’s gonna be a problem,” Yang grunted.

“What?” Weiss glanced between the two of them. “Ilia? She’s actually kind of sweet, in a… small puppy kind of way…”

“Not that. With Blake. She’s never been interested in her, and didn’t think she had what it takes to be a Dragon. And still doesn’t. I kind of agree, but I also don’t really have her chasing me around, so it doesn’t matter to me much either way. She got initiated so she’s one of us; that’s how I see it.”

“That sounds right to me, too. Do you think it's just that Blake isn’t interested in her making her act so dismissive of her?”

Yang shrugged. Then after a heartbeat, she added, “You like her, don’t ya?”

“I do. Like I said, she’s sweet, and I think a genuinely good person under all that hero worship.”

“Hmm.”

But that was all the chance they had to chat about it. The minute she saw a burly man walking toward the middle of the lot, Yang gestured to Kali, and they both began to walk forward together. Weiss couldn’t see their equivalent of a “Duchess” walking with the big man, but he could have been in his shadow very easily and he would be practically invisible.

“I hate this part,” Blake confessed as she and Coco walked over.

“What?”

“The waiting. Not knowing what they’re saying, and just… hoping it goes alright. And I hate seeing my mom out there.”

“I know,” Weiss said with an eyeroll. “You don’t like having to watch her hang out with us.”

“What?” Blake seemed genuinely surprised by that comment. “No, it’s not that. I just… she’s in danger out there. Both she and Yang are, but Yang’s tough; a brawler. Mom can scrap pretty well, but she’s not a tank the way the Dragon is.”

A thrill of dread shot up her spine. “Are you… saying that they might be in danger right now?” When Blake nodded, she took a step forward, but Coco instinctively threw up an arm to stop her.

“Calm down, Schnee. It’s fine.”

“But you just said-”

“We’re all in danger,” Blake went on for her as Coco lowered her arm. “Just by being here. The cops could bust this up and we’d all be cooling our heels in the slammer for weeks.”

Only then did the true danger begin to press in on Weiss. All the baseball bats, lead pipes, car antennae and bicycle chains were enough to ensure there would be blood. If the police showed up, they would probably have no qualms about shooting into the fray to break up the fight. They always seemed to be carefree with human life when it came to people they deemed as "thugs". She had been focusing so much on her duty to the Dragons, and to Yang, that she had suppressed all deeper worries about how terrible this rumble could be - partly thanks to the assurances that there were rarely fatalities. But “rarely” wasn’t the same thing as “never”. Had she stood idly by while Yang walked to her death?

Apparently not. After a few more gestures - some from Kali that were a bit more irate than Weiss would have expected - Yang and the man stepped back enough to let Kali cup her hands around her mouth and announce, “The warlords have reached a compromise!”

There were a few outcries, and a “What?!” from Cinder.

“There will be no rumble tonight! Instead, we’re going for pinks! There will be a brief recess of ten minutes to choose jockeys!”

That didn’t quite have the effect Weiss had been expecting, which was “relief”. Instead, there was a lot of muttering and worried glances, groups breaking into smaller clusters to mutter amongst themselves.

“What’s the matter?” Weiss whispered to Blake, whose face was a mask of misery.

“Racing for pinks. If we lose, their winner gets their bike. But… it’s worse than that.” Glancing over there and back to Weiss, she went on in a hushed tone, “The street race will be out in Mountain Glenn. Somebody might not make it home.”

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #freezerburn #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants

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leah-halliwell92 · 5 years ago

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Clint (And a half)

(Note: I fully blame @queensdivas for this. BTW!!! Here’s part 1 if you haven’t read.)

The following morning, you woke up in what you could only guess is one of the many rooms in Stark tower between its name sake and the Winter Soldier wrapped in the fluffiest and softest blanket you’ve ever seen and felt. For the first time since finding you that your words led to heart break you felt safe and warm in the cocoon Tony and Bucky had form around you.

“Morning pretty lady,” Bucky said as he too woke when he felt you shift.

“Morning,” you said and go to snuggle up to him.

“What no hug for me?” You heard from behind you and you chuckled as you turned to give your other bed buddy a good morning hug.

“How are you feeling?” Tony asked gently, odd since all you’d heard of the genius is that he’s a brash often the asshole-ish type.

You shrug and snuggle back into the blanket.

“Don’t go,” Bucky said as he spooned you from behind, “I know it can kill you to be rejected by your mark.”

“But we know a guy who could help stop that,” Tony finished.

You gave another shrug as you felt the ghost pains of what promised to be a hell of a day.

“What’s your mutant name anyway?” Tony asked trying to keep your mind distracted.

“Sparrow,” you said your grin growing into a smile as you remembered who gave you the name, “I was given the name Sparrow.”

“Well Ms. Sparrow...let’s go meet Doctor Strange,” Tony said getting up.

You were being helped to walk by Bucky as Tony kept a look out for Cl...him with F.R.I.D.A.Y’s help.

He knocked on a harmless looking door, which opened on its own to reveal a floating man “sitting” crosslegged.

“Hey Doc,” Tony greeted.

“No jackass smart comment today Stark?” The floating man asked.

“Not today Stephen, please,” Tony said pleadingly.

This caught Stephen’s attention before looking to where you are standing and saying, “You can’t break soulmate bonds.”

“I know...I just want her to have a second chance. That’s all,” Tony said.

He nodded in understanding before moving his arms and opened what looked like a portal and going through.

“Do we follow him?” You asked curiously looking at the building.

“No need,” he said as he came back through the same portal.

Stephen made his way to you and fastened a necklace with a special crystal on the end.

“This will curb the side effects of the bond’s rejection, you’ll still feel them but won’t feel as if their taking your energy fully. It’s been medically, and magically, proven that those that have survived a rejection to have a sort of new lease on who their other will be,” he said tenderly.

You understood where he was coming from when you saw a second chord around his neck. You nodded and almost jumped out of Bucky’s arms to pull the good doctor into your arms in a tight hug.

“You’ll find yours too you know,” I whispered into his ear before pressing a kiss on his bearded cheek, “If I will then you will as well.”

He blushed at that and nodded.

“Join us for breakfast Dr. Strange?” You asked him with a gentle grin.

Tony and Bucky looked on a s new bond of friends was forged between the normally solitary doctor and the newby.

Stephen looked as if he was going to politely decline when his cape flew from him to you enveloping you in a warm embrace.

This made you giggle as the cape snuggled you up in itself and patted your cheeks like an anime meme causing all in the room to laugh.

“Ok ok we’ll go,” Stephen said letting out a laugh.

The cape floated back to its master and together you went to the main area for breakfast, where Mrs. Barton was helping Nat make the buffet of food needed to feed the Avengers.

“Good morning!” Laura said brightly as she dished up the last of what looked like pancakes.

Your stomach clenched and what little hunger you had disappeared as the happy face of your mark’s wife beamed in honest kindness and openness.

“Morning ma’am,” Bucky giving you a trained nudge.

“Good morning Mrs. Barton,” you say extending your arm to shake.

“You must be (Y/N)!” she said taking your hand and giving it a friendly shake, “Clint’s been talking about this liaison between the X-Men and the Avengers for weeks now going on about who they would send as ambassador and please call me Laura, Mrs. Barton’s my mother in law.”

You smiled warmly at her, she isn’t at fault that her husband just happened to be your mark. And by the looks of it she doesn’t know who you are yet...and you weren’t going to be the one to tell her either, it’s not your place.

“I see you’ve taken the liberty, and challenge to make this hoard food,” you say lightly.

You shared a laugh with the woman and was surprised with how easy it was to get along with her. It gave you hope that at least one good thing would come out of this.

You gave Tony, Bucky and Stephen a look and nod before going to the kitchen and helping Laura and Nat finish up breakfast. You sat next to Laura, who insisted you do so she could talk to you without having to yell over the gaggle of testosterone that was sure to show up. All was going well laughs were being had, conversation is flowing lightly and you found yourself having more in common with Laura than you initially thought.

The atmosphere seemed to take a nose dive when Cap said, “Good morning Barton.”

You looked up to see Clint walk up to Steve and greet him a toddler in his arms and his to oldest children at each side as they ooh and ahhh at being not only in avengers tower but with THE actual Avengers. You forced yourself to keep eating while at the same time subconsciously touching your aching mark.

Laura noticed this but kept her opinions to herself. She is smarter than she looks, she has to be to deal with a combat trained SHIELD agent and his Russian Assassin sister. She also knew it would be a matter of time before the world brought him and his mark together.

Laura noticed how withdrawn you’d gotten when Clint approached the sizable kitchen island to get some food. You became reserved, robotic almost, in your movements as you slowly ate. Meaning, you were faking...

Faking enough to pass as though you’re eating and engaging when in reality you’re not. Laura wondered why you hadn’t said anything about you being Clint’s mark. And why do this whole thing of being nice to her and getting along with her when she’s the one married to your mark.

“Morning (Y/N),” Steve said with a grin dishing himself up some food.

“Morning Steve,” you said with a bright smile before taking a drink of your now lukewarm coffee.

“Morning...(Y/N),” Clint said with a tentative smile.

You nodded with a small grin at him and toyed with the idea that maybe excusing yourself a bit early from the breakfast table wasn’t such a bad idea.

‘I mean...I’m having a lovely time with Laura. I can holdfast for a bit longer before leaving, its fine...I’m not in pain,’ you thought as you put your marked hand close to you but no less ready to leave just in case.

Your three protectors looked on and were ready to give an alibi should you need it.

All was running smoothly till Bucky, who was sitting next to you, stood to take his dishes to the sink and wash them. He excused himself to the restroom allowing Clint to take the now empty seat.

This got Tony and Stephen on high alert.

Natasha who, had gotten the truth out or Clint, was also on high alert at the sudden shift. She didn’t know you, but she knew that you wouldn’t ask anything of Clint now that you knew he is married. Whether he’d have rejected you or not.

“So,” Clint said as he dug into his food, “Did you enjoy the party?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and noticed that your suddenly four body guards, bar Tony, had resisted the urge to roll their eyes.

You force a grin and say, “It was a Tony Stark party in full just as the rumors and stories say.”

He nodded and resisted the urge to ramble to fill the silence between you.

Tony took the initiative and stood giving a dramatic bow saying, “Thank you, Thank you.”

You laughed at his antics and nearly fell from your seat as you looked around to see marked couples enjoying their time with their friends as well as each other. Steve’s sitting next to Sharon, Bruce is keeping an eye on Nat whilst she never really stopped reaching for his hand, Pepper came to sit next to Tony and plopped her head on his shoulder, Dr. Foster’s with Thor and so on. You felt suddenly ill, or worse than you did when you woke up, at the sight of so many paired marks together clearly in love and happy to be together. While yours rejected you out right.

“You feeling ok (Y/N)?” Laura asked as she saw you shrink into yourself further.

You nod fighting to keep the easy grin on your face before forcing yourself to eat another bite of food.

Laura felt you tense when Clint sat next to you, but what could have had such a profound effect on you? She looked around and saw what you’d seen. She could have slammed her head on the counter at realizing that the room is filled with marked couples. The pieces fell into place and Laura couldn’t help but feel for you. And to a certain extent understood the feeling. Her own mark’s passing had had the same effect on her that she felt as if she was floating on air when she met Clint.

Bucky came back and with a quick assessment of the situation made his way to you.

Laura saw the former assassin approach and made a quick judgment call and said, “I heard from Sgt. Barnes he was going to the gym after breakfast.”

You turned to Bucky and nearly ran to him at the suggestion. But you held back and responded kindly with a, “I heard that too,” and turning to Bucky and asking, “Mind if I tag along?”

Bucky gave you a grin playing along, “Sure doll.”

You grinned at that. Outwardly showing intrigue but on the inside feeling relief over being given the out.

Granted you didn’t go to the gym but to Bucky’s room for a long cry. No sooner had you left that you and Bucky were joined by Stephen instead of Tony, who was explaining the basic details to the rest of the team.

//Break//

Over time (almost six months in), Clint tried to approach you. To what you didn’t know and didn’t give to flying fucks about. You’d been in contact with a close friend from back home and couldn’t be happier that he’s coming to visit in two months time.

Laura became a sort of pseudo-sister to you after Clint came clean to her about him and you being soulmarks. That didn’t help him any...

Oh they’re still very married, you made sure to push them into counseling before anything were to happen, but Laura made it very clear that a second chance was slim for him. You on the other hand straight up didn’t care. You’d been left burned from your first encounter and have no desire for a repeat performance of that calibre. Should there be someone and they reject you...you fear it will be your end.

But he can’t leave well enough alone.

Two and a half weeks later...

“Can we please just talk?” Clint asked as you boxed with Tony.

“No,” you say simply.

Stephen, who was at the treadmill, looked his way pointedly and said, “What could you possibly want to talk to her abour now?”

“Stay out of this wizard,” Clint said annoyedly.

“He’s right,” you said giving Tony a nod to stop the activity, “What on God’s green Earth could you want to talk about with me? Your words said it all, I’m fine, by that I mean alive, and you’re alive. So there’s really nothing you can say about anything regarding our scam of a bond or lack there of.”

“But we are bound,” Clint said an agonized look on his face.

“We may be...and I am sorry this is where we are. But nothing you say or do will fix it, nor your help easy your guilt,” you said honestly and bluntly.

His constant appearances had been hard on you. Your mark still burned with every accidental touch you made as well as the attention he was giving you. It hurt, you just want to be left alone at this point.

“Come on Sparrow,” Tony said as he left the boxing ring.

You followed after Tony avoiding Clint like the plague as you made your way out of the gym Steve walked up to the both of you.

“When did you say the next group of X-Men would be in?” He asked curiously.

“Month to a month and a half,” you said, “Why?”

“Well...”

You shard a look with Tony and made your way to the commons to find Logan, Colossus and Ellie.

Logan saw you first.

“Hey lady bird,” he said with a gentle smile as he pulled you into a hug.

You gave a quiet gasp as new words formed on your wrist where Clint’s words used to be.

“Hey, you ok little bird?” Logan asks worriedly after pulling away to look at you.

You nod afraid to say something, anything really.

“Come on little bird,” he said with a gentle nudge, “sing me a song.”

“She can sing?” The now present Stephen, Bucky and Clint asked in unison.

The three X-Men present nod much to your embarrassment.

“Logan here also has good singing voice,” Colossus said pointing to Logan, “I am Colossus but you can call me Piotr.”

“And I’m Negasonic,” Ellie said manners in full for the first time in a while.

“And I’m Logan Howlett also known as the Wolverine,” Logan said with a nod his arms still around you.

“Aren’t you the one with metal for hands?” Clint asked.

“Adamantium skeleton,” you said defensively, “And he’s a feral mutant, makes him quite the animal.”

Logan let out a deep rumble before pulling you close and rumbling in you ear, “Mine.”

“Not here wolfman,” you say as the mark hums at his acceptance.

“What the hell do you mean not here?” Clint asked in disbelief at what he had just witnessed.

“He is my second chance meaning that,” I stopped and took Logan’s hand in mine, “I am his.”

The feral growl that left him was panty drenching and I knew from then on things were going to be a hell of a lot more interesting.

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firestorm1991 · 5 years ago

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Writer/Reviewer Etiquette

So, I've been seeing quite a bit of negativity in all fandoms. I recently had this experience on my birthday, no less. Fellow writers I speak with have experienced it too, and so I'm taking time to write this message in hope that it will help. There are rules of etiquette we as writers or reviewers should follow.

1. Bad grammar doesn't equal a bad story.

I used to be guilty of thinking that a story with awful grammar was truly terrible. Some actually are and you can tell when a person puts no thought into it (especially when they write in chat speak). However, as I've grown, I learned there are many reasons for poor grammar in a story, and usually the plot is still pretty amazing.

The writer could be a teenager just dipping their toes into the writing world, and teens are very impressionable. Excessive criticism could crush a beginner so badly.

The person could have dyslexia or bad eyesight. I discovered I was slightly dyslexic and no matter what I do, there's always a few errors even after I and others go over my work. Some of my writer friends also suffer from dyslexia and impaired eyesight due to health issues and medications. It doesn't stop them from writing.

Then there are people for whom English is their second language. I’ll bet they can still write better than some of the people who call them out on poor grammar (while said people have poor grammar in their criticisms). Also, if you try writing in their language, I’m sure they could say the same about your grammar too.

If you notice a story with bad grammar, please don't attack your fellow writer. If you want to do something about it, send the author a private message and ask if they need a beta. If you don't want to beta, ignore it and just enjoy the story. You can see how an author improves over time. That's why they're writing. in addition to fun and stress relief. Don't make it worse for them.

The same goes for the reviewer. Don't attack the author. Whether you're a reader or writer yourself, telling someone their story is awful because of “awful grammar” is only going to hurt them if they're really trying. That young, impressionable writer may give up altogether because of unkind words. That person trying to learn English may walk away. There's always a better way to handle it without degrading or embarrassing a person.

2. Constructive criticism and flames are two different things.

So apparently for me and a few friends, this week is flame week. That's why I’m bringing it up. Everyone receives negative reviews. That's life, and not everyone has to like everything you do. That being said, if you don't like a story, then you don't have to read it. If you still want to give your opinion, you're welcome to it, but please do it in a constructive manner.

If you curse at the author, attack them, and tell them they're horrible or their story is horrible, leave harassing messages on multiple projects, or are just downright nasty, that's a flame. A flame is nothing more than a temper tantrum.

I've been asked how I deal with flames. Usually the attack is from a guest reviewer that I cannot reply to without calling them out in public, which they want. They want a rise out of you. I handle this by moderating my guest reviews. If the reviews are neutral or constructively negative, then I let them post. If a reviewer is attacking me and being overly negative, I delete them. Like I said, flames are temper tantrums and I don't reward that behavior. Just don't engage, and ignore them. They just want you to add fuel to their fire.

Most negative reviews I've received that were constructive were from another writer or user who identified themselves, and I was able to discuss issues with them. Sometimes it was a trigger for them or sometimes they just had really good advice. Either way, these politely constructed reviews allow writers to grow, and that's how you should construct your complaints. "I don't like the story because of this specific reason and I don't know how I feel about it" is much better than "your story is awful" and "stories just keep getting worse and worse."

3. Don't demand updates.

Writers appreciate excitement. "Please update soon" or "I can't wait until the next chapter" is just as good as "I'm really enjoying the story. Nice work." But every so often, all writers come across the review that says: "Update," usually right after they have just updated.

It probably took them a ton of time to write that 5K word chapter; weeks to months depending on life and work...or God forbid, illness. We love reviews, but it's just rude to demand something you've just received, most of the time which we are doing for free. If you'd like to request an update, just add a "please" to that. It's only ONE extra word. Thank you!

4. AUs don't mean the writer doesn't know the source material.

I've seen a lot of people get heat for AUs, which surprises me. I write a lot of AU stories, and I just recently received heat for my newest one. AU stands for “alternate universe,” and is an original story with elements from the source material. Most of the time, there are many callbacks to the source material and a lot of world-building and character development to explain the changes. They aren't written to be compared to the source material. They're written for fun and to creatively mold characters we already know and love into something new.

5. If a writer changes something from the source material, it's because they like a challenge.

This isn't just for AU stories. Sometimes even in canon stories, details can be changed. It is fanfiction after all and, honestly, diverting from the source material isn't the worst thing. Some writers do this to challenge themselves. There's no need for anyone to tell them they don't know what they're doing. This recently happened to a friend of mine, and that's why it's fresh on my mind.

6. OCs are not always awful. They can have side stories, too.

Another friend experienced this one, receiving a hateful review about focusing on an OC that most really like. I'll admit, I'm not always a fan of OCs. I’ve read many good and iffy OC stories. Honestly, I've written many good and iffy OC stories. They aren't for everyone, but that doesn’t make them any less valid. They can have backgrounds and stories all their own, and a writer should not be berated because of it. If you don't like it, just move on.

7. Stories about writers and the challenges they go through are not self-inserts.

Surprisingly, this was my most recent complaint with my current AU. I was accused of writing a story all about what I “wish I could become.” For some writers, including me, this is our hobby. It's an outlet and very calming. Sometimes when we characters who are writers in our stories, it's just to jokingly express the challenges we do face in writing. No need to be nasty about it XD

8. Our stories are sometimes deeply personal.

Readers may not realize this, but writers put a little piece of their soul into each story they write. Some may be self-inserts, but most are not. Sometimes we use our own life experiences in the story, mainly because it's what we know, but also to offer support and help to someone who may be going through the same things.

So, before you plan to write a hateful remark or two, you may want to think about what the writer may have endured the reason the story exists - and don't get mad if we're projecting on your favorite character. Trust me; the character development will be much better with patience. You may even get insight on how to better deal with someone suffering from a particular issue (e.g. grief, depression, health issues).

9. If you don't like a story, give a reason why.

Normally, I say the oldie but goodie: if you don't like it then don't read it, but some people really can't keep their opinions to themselves. That's fine. We do have freedom of speech and everything is entitled to their opinion. But, writers have a right to constructive feedback. Saying "you suck, your story sucks, and I don't like it" isn't really constructive.

If you don't like a story, give us a reason. If it moves too slow, the writer needs to know that so they can speed it up. If there's a plot point you find disturbing, the author needs to know so they can put a warning somewhere in the story. If you just don't like it, say there's something about it you don't like and that it's not your cup of tea; that's fine. There's plenty of ways to let us know your opinion without being rude about it.

10 . Respond to all reviews if you can, but don't react to bad ones.

This is mainly for writers. It's polite to respond to all reviews, even the one-word ones. You can write a simple "thank you" to those ones. I usually give back what I receive. You can acknowledge guests in your chapters either individually, collectively, or simply thank everyone who read and reviewed.

That being said, if someone is being particularly aggressive or hurtful in a review, you can ignore them. You may think it's rude, but as I said; give what you get. If they're rude to you first, don't fire back. Leave it and let them wallow and wait. They're undeserving of your time and mental health. If it's just a negative response without insults or aggression, you can respond and say that you're sorry they feel that way, but you stand by your story and wish them well in finding another one.

11. Don't be arrogant.

Everyone has different styles. Writers have different levels of vocabulary, different ideas. Some stories may be better than others. Be humble about it. You can be proud of your work, but never use it as a way to lessen someone else's.

12. Don't cause drama.

It happens everywhere in life as it is. A lot of us are looking for an escape from the drama in our lives. We are trying to do our best and make connections with others who love the same couples, books, and stories we do. We're not looking for more angst. So before you start causing problems for another person, not just a writer but anyone, rethink it. Some people may crave drama, but they can look for it elsewhere.

13. Be kind.

I can't believe I have to say this one, but it's necessary. I've witnessed so many in the writing world being trashed and feeling awful. Just be nice to each other!

Writing is supposed to be a fun way to express ourselves. It takes a lot of time, effort, and will. The writing community is large with different personalities. We may not all like what we read or get along with everyone. This is life, not grade school, and we should treat each person the way we want to be treated.

If something about this post resonated with you then reblog it, and if you can think of any other topics I might have missed, add to it. Let's spread proper etiquette around. It's just common courtesy. Thanks, everyone! ^^

#writeblr etiquette #etiquette #be kind #writer etiquette #reviewer etiquette #writers #Reviewers #no negativity #no flaming #writing #be polite

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jack-andthestalk · 6 years ago

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Our Son, Willie, Chapter 24. Moodboard Credit to

The following morning I was vaguely aware of what sounded like Jenny’s hushed voice talking in my dreams. I vaguely wished she would stop talking so I could go back to sleep but the noise was growing louder and now Ian’s hoarse voice was cutting across Jenny’s.

"I really think ye should stop just letting yerself in Jenny, should we no knock instead of using the yer key"

"dinna be silly Ian, Jamie will be so pleased and asides I dinna want to wake up Willie by knocking"

A gradual realisation came over me that the voices were real and not just a figment from my dreams.

"Jamie!" I hissed, "I think Jenny and Ian are in the house, get up!"

Jamie’s hand was cupping my naked breast and he just squeezed it and scooted closer to me. "Jamie, Wake up"!

"Sassenach, the door is locked Jenny is no in the house" he replied drowsily.

“she is!! I hissed “I heard her say something about your spare key", none of my urgency was having any effect on him, he just drew me tighter to him and pressed the length of himself against my bottom in question.

"Jamie are you listening to me?…" I was caught under his arm, just as I attempted to rise from the bed, I heard a precursory knock and Jenny whispering "Jamie are ye awake I have good news…" I grabbed the sheet from the bed, wrapped it around me and made to hide at the side of Jamie’s wardrobe which was hidden from the view of the door, if Jenny came any further than the doorway I was screwed. Jamie rolled his eyes and muttered “yer ridiculous why are ye afraid of her?” “I am not” I muttered, tripping over the sheet.

Before we had a chance to debate it further, the door swung open and Jenny’s excited voice boomed through the room, I was struggling to control my breathing and regretted not just hiding under the duvet. “Jamie! Da is speaking, the hospital called Mam early this morning to say he was asking for her, so she is gone in, he wants to see us ….so get up!”

“that is great news Janet”, Jamie croaked from the bed

“Is Claire in with Willie?” her voice lowered now remembering that Willie might be asleep.

“Aye, will ye start some coffee and I will be out in a minute?” Jamie was butt naked under that duvet so I hoped Jenny took the hint.

She hesitated at the door for a minute, then I heard her say “aye, ok.”

Once the door was closed, Jamie sat up, resting on his elbows and smiled at me. His hair tousled and eyes sleepy.

"Sassenach I can see yer wee red cheeks from here, dinna fash about Jenny, she will find out sooner or later…god I would love to rip that sheet of ye.”

“Shh!!.” I made a noise of scorn with my tongue "I told you they were outside, you are impossible to wake…oh god, do you think she knows?”

"Claire…we have nothing to hide and she shouldna be going around letting herself into people’s houses, aye?" he padded across the room, patted my bottom fondly and bent to retrieve some sweatpants from his dresser.

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Jenny was abnormally subdued by the time Jamie and I had dressed and made it out to the kitchen, Willie was still sound asleep but I started getting his breakfast ready merely so I didn’t have to look her in the eye. My heart was racing a mile a minute, waiting for her to say “Were you in bed with my brother?”

Jamie was right I was scared of telling her and part of that was because I had been hiding it from her for weeks, making the whole thing far more illicit than I intended and now with Brian so ill, to disclose it would almost seem insensitive. I wasn’t sure if I was paranoid due to guilt or if Jenny was suspicious of something.

Jenny briefly outlined Brian’s progress and we planned our visits that day so we would hopefully get to see his medical team. I could feel Jenny’s eyes glancing from me to Jamie. The blush rising in my cheeks already. Jenny cleared her throat, her decision made. "Are ye well Claire? She asked eventually “Ye look tired? I ken none of us our sleeping much but ye have to try aye?”

I nodded, my cheeks were flaming and the self-satisfied smirk on Jamie’s face made me want to slap him. Ian was glancing from me to Jamie, a knowing look on his face.

“Why are ye looking at them like that Ian? Is there something I dinna know?”

Before Ian was forced to explain himself Willie’s little sleepy head emerged in the doorway, "there you are! Did you sleep well? I have your breakfast ready." I chirped a pitch to my voice that I barely recognised. Ian and Jenny spoke with Willie briefly before leaving. She gave me a nod of her head and quipped "I will see ye at the hospital Claire." I had not heard the end of it.

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We dropped Willie to Mrs. Crook and quickly made our way into the hospital.

Brian’s face lit up on sight of Jamie, who covered his father’s hand instantly, a playful expression on his face "ye ken ya ruined Jenny’s after party Da, ye have no consideration.”

When Brian responded his voice was hoarse from misuse "Aye I can never do anything that suits the rest of ye that is for sure" he smiled.

"I hear the lovely Claire has been here dealing with all these doctors"

"Aye she has, she is no a woman to be trifled with" Jamie quipped.

"Will ye thank her for me Jamie?" Brian asked.

"Ye can thank her yourself, she is right behind me." I moved forward slowly smiling down on my sole patient for the past few weeks.

"Hi" I said simply, Brian’s eyes full of tenderness looked up at me, "Claire” he croaked…”thank ye"

"Off course, you know I wouldn’t give up the chance to boss everyone around."

He simply nodded and smiled, holding my hand pulling me closer down to sit on the bed across from Jamie.

"You know they need to operate on your heart?" I asked carefully.

Brian nodded again. "Well before we engage with what surgery is best and when they should do it, I have asked a friend of mine to come and look at you. He is a senior cardiac consultant in London.

"Ye are bringing in the big guns" Brian said smiling. “Yes we will have you back home with Ellen driving her mad in no time.”

He looked pensive for a minute and glanced back to Jamie.

"Ellen looked so pale and thin today son...I feel terrible for putting her through all this. Have ye been staying with her down at the house Claire?" Brian's hopeful eyes now looking at me enquiringly.

I could feel my cheeks burning, "no I am staying up at the cottage with Jamie...it was just easier with Willie" I added quickly "but we are keeping a close eye on her and I would think now she has seen you talking and awake it will ease her mind somewhat." I rubbed the back of his hand soothingly.

Brian eyed me curiously and then his eyes returned to look at Jamie, his tone was a little perkier when he spoke again.

"Weel i canna tell ye how greatful that ye were able to stay Claire...tell me can ye stay with us another while?" an earnest look in his eyes.

"I probably will go back next week once we find out what is happening with the surgery.”

Brian nodded and then as if suddenly remembering an excuse to keep me in Scotland. "Aye but dinna forget I will need ye here for the surgery itself… ye will stay to see me safe?" he raised his hand and patted his chest where his heart was. A satisfied smile on face.

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We joined Ellen for dinner in the main house, making sure we kept our word and encouraging her to eat and keep her strength up. Although since Brian was communicating again I could see a lightness in her, Brian still had a road ahead of him but cognitively he was looking good.

After dinner Ellen asked to hold on to Willie for the night for company. Willie who hadn't seen much of his grandparents in weeks jumped at the opportunity. Ellen offered the invitation to me also "Claire yer welcome to stay down here too or ye might prefer a night where he isn't kicking ye in the bed".

I felt terrible deceiving Ellen too, especially as she was presuming that I shared a bed with Willie. Jamie wriggled his eyebrows, while Ellen wasn't looking and said "Should I tell her I dinna kick ye when we're in bed?” I couldn't stop the blush creeping up my shirt and over my neck. Sooner or later the Frasers would need to know. What we would be telling them was another issue.

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Jamie and I walked Willie up to the house to retrieve his pajamas and toothbrush, I stood at the kitchen table packing a few things in a bag for him when I spotted Jamie lift the lid on the dish Laoghaire had brought the night before, "what’s this Sassenach?"

My 'date' with Jamie and Jenny's early morning visit meant I completely forgot about Laoghaire's food offering. But before I had time to answer Willie interjected, "Weary bought it yesterday, mam said not to eat it, it wouldna be nice".

"Willie, I said warningly “what I actually said was we didn't know what it was, I didn't say it wasn't nice!" Willie looked at me as if to say and the difference is?

Jamie looked suitably embarrassed, "Sorry Sassenach, I dinna ken why she came here." he was rubbing the back of his neck, color rising up his cheeks.

"Is she no yer friend anymore Da?" Willie's interrupted, his innocent voice floating through the room.

I sat back a little in my chair and folded my arms. Jamie's face was gone an almost purple color.

I really should have interjected helped Jamie but it was too tempting to watch him squirm.

"No son...not really...she isna." Jamie said weakly.

"Johnny in my playschool says ye can only have one special friend that’s a girl, ye can have lots of ordinary friends that are girls but only one special one...which one was weary?"

"Just ordinary" Jamie muttered. I wriggled my eyebrows at him, earning me a glare.

Willie’s head was bent over my tablet, playing an alphabet game. "Do ye have a special friend mama?" he asked absently

“No I don't”.

"Well if ya like ye can be Da's cause he does no have one either."

I lifted Willie’s chin to look at me "Willie, you know your Da is very special to me already?"

"Aye but he dinna live with us"

I could see Jamie's face clouding over instantly, sadness etched all over it.

"Willie", Jamie went around and knelt to Willie's level "ya ken there is nothing I would love more than to live with ye, but yer home is in Boston and right now I have to stay here to help Grandad aye?"

Willie simply nodded and turned back to the tablet, the matter appeared to be over.

"I want a brother." Willie's definite voice breaking the silence again.

Jamie darted a look at me.

"Well we will see" I replied cautiously, Willie merely rolled his eyes and said "well its only fair mama if Da canna live with us I want a brother." Sound logic.

I could see Willie’s mind ticking over, contemplating how to action his plan.

"You could marry someone in Boston and then they will give us a brother" Willie blurted. A broad smile clearly delighted with his idea.

Jamie's eyes almost hit the ceiling at this. "Willie ya ken its no just that simple for yer Ma to marry."

Is it not?

"My dentist likes her, Willie offered helpfully “he said she is very pretty....didn't he mama? ye could marry him."

"No", Jamie replied a little too sternly, "That is not how it works son, yer mama will not marry the first man that says she is pretty".

Willie snorted, "he isna the first da! there are loads" his head was bobbing enthusiastically happy to be informing his father for a change, "my teacher said there is no a flower as pretty as her and the man in the grocery store asked could he buy her telephone cause she had lovely eyes"

Jamie face was a hilarious mixture of incredulity and confusion at why a man was trying to buy my phone for my lovely eyes, "my number" I whispered sheepishly, a way of explanation. Jamie shot me a dirty look.

Willie still trying to barter me off was not deterred "One of those will do mama, they’ll bring us a brother..."

"Willie!" Jamie's raised voice interrupting bringing Willie back to reality. "Yer mama has to love or like the man at least, she canna be marrying them cause they think she is pretty, that is no how marriage works!"

"I really think you shouldn't be engaging” I whispered to Jamie warningly "you are arguing with an almost 4 year old on what makes a good marriage…hmm?."

Jamie gave me a stern look "I dinna like the sound of Willie's dentist Sassenach, he does no seem to be paying much attention to his teeth when he is looking in yer eyes!"

Willie looked at him solemnly "no Da its no my dentist that really likes Mama's eyes it’s the man in the grocery store I told ye...the dentist likes all of her"

"Get yer bag I am bringing ye down to Granny".

I tried not to snort at Willie’s indignant face.

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Jamie was preoccupied when he returned, I watching him move around the cottage, open a bottle of wine, stroke the fire, all the while pensive and quiet, fingers tapping against his thigh.

“What are you thinking?” I asked eventually, I leaning up against the kitchen counter to observe him.

“I am thinking the little bugger hasn’t an ounce of loyalty that is what I am thinking!” Jamie replied hotly.

“Jamie he is only a baby…he doesn’t think beyond his own wants and needs…he wants a brother he doesn’t really understand…”

“Oh aye does he not?” Jamie interrupted. “Once I explained I canna go to Boston, he produces a bloody list of possible suiters for ye!”

I smirked, “you know you are being ridiculous don’t you?”

A sigh, “Aye” he nodded sheepishly. “It’s just I dinna think he would be so content for ye to marry another man.”

“I am not marrying any man!”

He nodded and slunk down on the couch arms crossed “Stop your sulking you silly man”

“It’s no just that” He said quietly.

“What then? Tell me?”

He didn’t answer, just shook his head “never mind.”

“I will tell you what” I went over to him and stood between his spread legs. For every word or truth that you tell me, I will remove one layer of clothing? hmm, how about that?”

His lip curled up to one side. “Oh aye go on then…” his humour improving.

“You first” I instructed.

A deep sigh and more fidgeting, eventually he looked at me thoughtfully.

“Why do ye not want Janet to ken about us? Why are ye keeping us a secret at all?”

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, his eyes were on me and although he wanted a response, his tongue darted out and ran along his lower lip.

“Well, there are a few reasons really why I haven’t… your dad being a big reason…but I suppose the main reason is what do I tell her hmm?”

My shirt was fully opened now but I didn’t remove it, I just ran my hand up and over my bare stomach eventually arriving at my breast and began rotating my index finger around my covered nipple.

Jamie’s eyes travelled with my hand biting on his lower lip when he saw me land on my breast.

“Should I tell her that I arrived in Scotland and immediately started shagging her brother?” I suggested. “I wouldn’t be sure that she would be all that much impressed Jamie.”

“Well is that what we are do’n?” he said sitting forward so he could run his hands up my thighs. “Shagging?”

“you have to admit we have squeezed in a good bit of it? Hmm”

I shrugged my shoulders so the blouse fell down and off my back.

“Well that is my next question then…so get ready to remove something else Sassenach”

I ran my hand down and rested it over the button of my jeans, waiting.

“I dinna think titles were ever important to me before but even that prick Forbes pointed it out, and I dinna like it a bit”

“What?” I asked? Opening the button of my jeans. His hands darted up to help me. “Ah no no” I slapped them away playfully. He sighed deeply “Ye are a minx Claire”

“Continue” I directed.

“Its just like I dinna want to be introducing ye as Willie’s mam, it makes us look like yer no mine and….”

I ran the zip down my jeans and pushed the fabric away slightly revealing my lacy underwear. Jamie made a low moan deep in his throat and his hands reached up to feel the lacy underwear underneath. My breath came short and I could feel heat pool between my legs.

“I ken we canna live in the same country right now and it could be months before I can see ye again…but would ye be willing to ya know…” His cheeks were growing redder.

“Can we continue this when ye go back?” he blurted out eventually.

“What shagging?” I teased.

“Ya ken fine well I dinna mean just shagging Claire...I want…what I would like to be able to say is that… I would like to say ye are mine that as ye said we have a definition of what we are to the other.” He added shyly.

My heart almost burst looking at him “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” I dropped my jeans to the floor. His breath hitched and his eyes ran up and down the length of my body. “Aye that could be one word for it?” His hand ran around and began massaging my bottom. “I mean do ye think ye mind waiting until we can see each other again…the distance I suppose?” I lowered myself down, sitting astride him, resting my forehead against his. “I can wait for you” I answered sincerely. “And I promise not to marry Willie’s dentist…hmm”

“Aye that would be a help” his thumb ran across my lower lip, eyes intent on mine.

“What about you?” I asked “Will you be happy to see each other when we can? I mean do you want to see other people or….” I sat back a little suddenly worried about his answer.

He shook his head incredulously “no I dinna want to see other people” his voice dipped becoming huskier “I love ye Claire and I will love ye whether ye are here or in Scotland”.

“I love you too” I whispered into his mouth.

#Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #the lallybroch library #ourson

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strife-and-discord · 6 years ago

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Small Allies

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Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Todoroki Shouto

Summary: Aizawa has been turned into a teenager by a villain’s quirk. Until the issue is resolved the adults decided to put him with Class 1A. Unfortunately, teen Aizawa is a lot more vulnerable then he is as an adult and he gets a bit overwhelmed... until someone unexpected comes to save him.

A/N: Uh hey! Long time no see, I’m back with one of the most common tropes known to man but this idea was just too cute not too do.

This story is unrelated to my other one, this is just some wholesome bonding between characters I think share a lot of similarities.

I also decided to try shorter paragraphs, tell me what you think! I hope this story manages to brighten someone’s day like it did mine!

This situation was less than ideal.

It was also stupid. What kind of quirk is turning your opponents into teenagers! That’s gotta be one of the weirdest things Shouta’s ever encountered and never would he have thought it would cause him this much damn trouble. Nonetheless, here Shouta is, in a body he can’t say he missed. He forgot how perpetually uncomfortable it was being 15.

Despite still having all his memories and years of experience, being a teenager means that all the decisions are being left up to the adults. They- with their fancy, fully matured brains- came to the genius conclusion that Shouta should just stay with class-1A until either the quirk wears off or someone figures out how to change Shouta back. Shouta, personally, voted that everybody should just mind their own damn and let him go home to rest up in peace.

Alas, apparently Shouta’s plan was “ridiculous” and considered “a security risk to himself”. This is how Shouta finds himself gazing after the sauce at the other end of the table with numerous rowdy teenagers between him and it. He’d try and ask for it but he genuinely didn’t think he’d be heard and, well, class-1A seem a lot more intimidating given his current stature.

Shouta resigns himself to a bland, sauceless meal and sets himself a goal of just getting away from all this mayhem as soon as possible. Another forgotten discomfort Shouta had forgotten from his childhood was just how overwhelming everything could be sometimes. While this hadn’t gone away as an adult, it was certainly much easier to manage.

Right now he couldn’t help but feel like his students were trying upset him. Shouta makes his way out of the dining area and curls up on one of the living room lounges. Shouta knows the kids don’t really have any ill will towards him- despite how much of a hardass he can be in class- they really are just a very energetic group of kids. This is only exaggerated by the fact that it’s the end of the day, they’re all packed under one roof, and they’re completely unsupervised.

He’d leave if he could but he doesn’t really have anywhere to go. He was told he has to stay with the class so he doesn’t get into trouble and, considering he doesn’t have a room, he would probably be sleeping on the lounge anyway. At the very least someone could have given him his sleeping bag, his students would probably leave him alone than out of habit. What he wouldn’t give to just curl up and go to sleep right now.

With dinner and clean up all done, everyone starts to make their way to the living room, much to Shouta’s chagrin. How could these kids possibly have so much to talk about? Even as a teenager, Shouta was a man of few words. He just didn’t see the purpose in mindless chatter, not that that ever stopped his friends back then. When Shouta finally tunes into the conversation, it’s to Kaminari and Jirou arguing about what they should watch for movie night.

That gives him a sliver hope, movies are something you’re supposed to watch in silence right? Although, Shouta doubts class-1A’s ability to anything quietly and at this point just being around so many people is upsetting. Shouta tries to curl in on himself further, praying no one notices him and tries to engage. God, Shouta wishes so badly he was allowed to go back to his nice, lonely apartment, where it was quiet and he had his cats and his sleeping bag.

Suddenly the smell of popcorn washes over him as Mina returns with a full bowl. Shouta hides his grimace into the lounge, it’s not that he doesn’t like popcorn, but when he’s as worked up as he is right now the smell just makes him nauseous. Shouta takes several deep breaths in through his mouth and out through his nose in an attempt to forget the overpowering smell, with littleeffect.

Shouta resorted to just doing his best to just disappear. He curls up so tight it’s uncomfortable and squeezes his eyes shut just to try and shut everything out. He refuses to let himself cry in front of his students but damn if the idea isn’t tempting him at the moment. It’s all just too much, too much, and he wants to make the whole world stop for just a few minutes until he can come back to himself.

Suddenly, something taps Shouta on the shoulder. As a pro hero, he’s ashamed to say nearly jumped out of his skin and barely managed not yelp out loud. When he turns to see who the hell had snuck up on him he’s greeted by Todoroki’s face only inches from his. Shouta imagines he looks something like a startled cat when jerks his head back into the couch at the site before him.

Todoroki seems completely unperturbed at Shouta’s reaction, tilting his head curiously as he continues to look Shouta straight in the eye. After a moment of just staring, all Todoroki gives him is a gesture to follow him before heading to the dormitory exit. When he gets there he turns back to Shouta, once again staring at him with expectation.

For a second, all Shouta can do is sit and ponder just how fucking weird this kid is, before deciding that he can’t get in trouble for leaving if it’s with another student. If anything goes wrong he’ll just pin it on Todoroki, Shouta’s sure he won’t mind. Too much.

Shouta scrambles, but by the time he’s off the lounge, Todoroki is already making his way out the door. He almost runs to catch up but that would draw the attention of the other students. Calmly and quietly, Shouta leaves the dorm, closing the door quietly behind him. Class-1A is easily distracted, so the chances of them noticing the disappearance of him and Todoroki are low.

Reaching the hallway, Shouta looks around for any signs of where Todoroki ran off to, he finds him standing at the end of the hall, once again staring Shouta down. Before heading to him, Shouta considers the fact that this feels like he’s being lured into a murder trap. Regardless, Shouta sets off towards his possible doom. Like last time, as soon as he starts walking, Todoroki moves on as well in another direction.

The journey continues on like this and Shouta can’t help but be reminded of a video game he played as a kid that made the player do something a bit like this. Although he doubts Todoroki is going to lead him to a magic sword, the situation is still one of the stranger ones that Shouta has been in. Is Todoroki always this weird and cryptic?

When Todoroki leads him up the rooftop access staircase, Shouta’s starting to get pretty nervous. Todoroki’s aware he’s still his teacher right? He’s not going to participate in anything against the rules. God this is all so creepy. Shouta wishes Todoroki had at least walked with him so he didn’t have to go up the dark staircase alone.

He’s at least pleased to find Todoroki waiting for him at the top of the staircase, not running off this time. When Shouta reaches the door to the roof, Todoroki just looks at him before wordlessly going through the door. Shouta has to brace himself before doing the same, hoping he’s not about to enter into Narnia or a murder trap.

What Shouta finds on the roof almost seems less likely than either of his guesses. Right in the middle of the roof, between the two tall towers of the UA dorms, is a fort. Like a pillow fort that kids make in their lounge room. It’s not very fancy, just a mattress with some sort of pole and a couple of chairs as the support and a huge blanket as the roof. It looks fucking cozy as shit.

Todoroki just walks straight up and tucks himself in like it’s a completely normal thing to have a secret fort on the roof of your dorm. Shouta absolutely wants to join him but right now he’s too shocked to move, after a few seconds, Todoroki pokes his head out and says his first words of the night.

“Are you gonna join me or what?”

Shouta doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so he just does as Todoroki says and goes to join him in the fort. On the inside, he sees that there are a few pillows, some… comics? And a gaming device? Shouta wouldn’t have thought Todoroki would be into such things.

Once he’s settled onto the mattress, Todoroki grabs one of the pillows and starts rummaging around in the pillowcase, in the next second he’s holding a Kit Kat out to Shouta.

“Do you want something to eat?” Todoroki says it so deadpan that Shouta can’t help but take a second to appreciate how surreal all of this is.

“Sure,” he responds, figuring a Kit Kat would be nice after the flavourless dinner he was subjected too.

For a while they just sit, like that, munching on their respective Kit Kats. After a minute or so Shouta starts to appreciate how peaceful it is. He can see all the stars clearly, he’s warm in the fort, and it’s nearly silent up here. He’s feeling a hundred times better then he was just a few minutes ago down in the dorm living room.

Shouta swallows his last bite of Kit Kat, “Why did you bring me up here? I’m still your teacher, you could get in trouble for having all this.”

It’s the one thing that’s still bothering him about all this.

Todoroki munches on his Kit Kat, looking like he’s pondering the question. “I suppose I could get in trouble, but you looked like you needed help. I think that’s more important.”

Shouta stares at him for a second before turning to look at the stars. The simple kindness of it all, in Shouta’s more vulnerable current state, is making him emotional. He feels a surge of pride and, for maybe the first time, he thinks he must be doing something right teaching his kids. It could just be Todoroki, but Shouta can’t help but wonder how such a genuine kid could be raised by someone like Endeavour.

After their short exchange, the pair just sat together in silence. Todoroki got out a blanket from somewhere to spread over them, and Shouta fell asleep along the way. It was everything Shouta had wanted. A little while later, Todoroki woke Shouta up to tell him it was nearly time for curfew, and they should head back down now.

As they walked down the stairs side by side, Shouta took a moment just to say,

“Thank you, Todoroki.”

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