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peanutpinet · 5 months ago

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BABE!!!! We absolutely need a second part to Little Things, we need to know how their relationship develops and see Sylus fall in lover with reader's soul. PLEASE BABE PLEASE!!!

Welcome to My World - Sylus x Fem Reader (Sequel to Little Things)

Request: Craving for a sequel to this w/ reader actually going back to her world and sylus just defying all odds shshshshs these kinds of fics are so interesting love em <3

A/N: Just a lil something for those who wanted to see what would Sylus be like if he were to actually come out of the screen and into our world (still having his evol but is not addressed). Also if anyone is a Kpop fan, I just want to say, do have a listen to Aespa’s Welcome to My World. It embodies this fic so much and am putting some of the lyrics into the story! I hope you guys enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

Also, if you haven't read Little Things, the "first part" of the story, do have a read. Will be link here. But you don't have to read it and can just read each of these fics seperately

Warnings: Fluff but mainly ANGST, Isekai Theme, Will be Going back and Forth between LADS universe and our universe, slow burn because Sylus is tryna find you :))

Funfact: I remembered the TV Show: Westworld and how the characters of the game gain conciousness when writing this fic

Songs to listen to: NCT Dream - Broken Melodies, Aespa - Welcome to My World, NCT Dream - Like We Just Met

N109 Zone - 01:48 AM

It was in the middle of the night. When all are asleep, people in the N109 zone, those in the shadows have only started to wake up and get on about their day, including Sylus. Slowly awakening from his slumber, Sylus saw the girl that was beside him, fast asleep. Her chest was rising and falling in a steady motion; indicating that she was in a deep sleep.

Smiling to himself, Sylus decided to scootch a bit closer and caressed the girl’s cheek. But as he did, the girl immediately grabbed his wrist tightly and jerked awake. “Who the fuck…w-where am I?!”

Hearing the girl’s words, Sylus knew. “You’re not her…”

Real World - 09:28 AM

You woke up with a pounding headache but slowly regained your consciousness, you noticed how the bed wasn’t as big nor was it as warm as when you were used to. Jerking up, you took in the room you were in. The bright white ceiling was the first thing you see, the smell of alcohol and blood was faint but you could smell it, and then you heard a beeping noise which made you turn and saw that your hand was hooked onto a monitor and an IV drip.

Whipping your head around, you search for your phone until you find it and immediately look at the date when you suddenly get a notification from both Instagram and Twitter mentioning the new update for Love and Deepspace.

“I’m back…” you sobbed yet your fingers glided across the screen of your phone, pressing the game that you swore you were in

As the game loads, you see the cutscenes of all of the characters and can’t help but feel emotionally overwhelmed whenever you see Sylus’ cutscenes.

Once the game loaded and you could hear that cafe jingle along with those familiar red eyes, you tried to see whether or not anything had changed in the game other than the new updates but when you clicked on his tall figure, the lines he said were nothing out of the ordinary. Even in the text message icon, you couldn’t text him like you did when you were in the game.

“Was it all just a dream?”

“Y-you’re awake!!” you heard someone talk and as your eyes looked at the doorframe, it was the nurse

You soon found out that you had been in a coma for a little over 2 weeks yet it felt like you were in the game for 2 months, maybe even more. Your best friends came to visit you every day and now that you’re awake, they were bombarding you with food, life updates, and all.

For once, you actually didn’t feel as lonely as you were when you appeared in the game.

Maybe it truly was all just a dream…

From a distance, a black crow was watching your interaction with your friends from a tree that was just outside of your window. After some time, the crow eventually fled and flew away from the tree.

N109 Zone - 04:18 AM

Sylus was beyond pissed. He took MC to where he took you in the beginning to get your evol and aether core checked but additionally, he wanted to know if you were truly not in the MC’s body. Sylus’ worker questioned as to why he brought MC again to check her evol and aether core, confusing the Onychinus’ leader.

Even when the two came home, the twins didn’t notice any difference from MC. What’s wrong with everyone? You’re not MC and it goes the other way as well. Why were the twins pestering MC who to Sylus, was not you.

“But boss, Miss Hunter and you have known each other for over 2 months now. What do you mean she’s not her?” Luke questioned, genuinely confused at his boss’ attitude

“She’s not. Have you forgotten who taught you both how to cook the simplest meal? The one that bought you those bulletproof vests?” Sylus demanded, something, anything about your sudden disappearance or at the very least, anyone other than him remembering your existence

“It’s Miss Hunter, though?” Kieran replied, making Sylus groan. “Just, leave me alone for the next few days” Sylus left the room and walked past MC who grabbed his wrist, making his brow arch in confusion.

Sighing, Sylus turned to see MC. “What is it that you want?”

“Where are you going? I went through all the trouble to get the N109 zone and I want answers regarding the aether core” MC demanded but Sylus just chuckled and used his evol to remove MC’s hand from his wrist

“You already have the aether core you’re looking for. Why don’t you go back and ask your doctor about that? I have other matters to attend to. Like why are you here instead of her” Sylus mentioned, walking away until MC talked to him

“You’re always mentioning her but you never mentioned her name. Who are you exactly talking about and what does it have to do with me?” MC questioned and this time, Sylus grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the nearest wall

“Don’t tempt my patience. I only have so much left ever since your attitude shows up instead of something else I want. From here on out, I could care less about your little quest. You can even have that brooch you’re wearing to get in and out of the N109 zone without getting harmed. But I want you to leave. Go back to your doctor, that fish man of an artist, or fake hunter for all I care. When I come back to this place, I hope that you’re not here anymore. Or you’ll hurt even more” Sylus warned, releasing MC as he went who knows where.

Sylus went into his car, the car that you love to drive in. Though you were just a soul in MC’s body, he could immediately tell the two of you apart. What scent do you like, the small trinkets that you would buy to keep his things more organized, some small keychain plushies that he would put on his keys which is in contrast to his scary look.

You might just be a soul that just so happens to be in MC’s body, the body of a person he should’ve been interacting with, the one he should’ve been bound to. But why does his heart feel incomplete? Why does his soul long for your own.

Gripping onto the steering wheel, Sylus looked at the plushie you put in this car. It was a koala, one of your favourite plushies, because you told him that you looked like a koala when Sylus carried you around. “I swore to you that if this were to happen, I would find you. Regardless what happens, I will find a way to get back to you. Our stories’ unfinished, sweetie. Wait for me. I’ll do anything to get back to you”

Real World

It’s been several months since you woke up. You still played the game but not as often anymore. You got a job at your friend’s office as a secretary. It pays well, you and your friend are roommates, life has been going fairly well that you barely played the game that provided you comfort.

One day, however, there was a bouquet of red Carnations mixed with pink Camillas on your desk with a note attached to it. “I hope this gets to you. If this ever reaches you, it means that I’m another step closer to seeing you again. There’s this uneasy feeling I’ve been feeling since you were gone. I promise I won’t stop finding you”

Confused, you asked everyone, including the delivery man who delivered the flowers to you but no one knew where it came from. It didn’t even mention your name and only a description of you.

Brushing it off, you thought it must’ve been some kind of prank until several more flowers reached you. One after another, there were notes along with the flowers which all made your heart clench because whoever this person was, it seemed that either you left a very deep impression on them or this was some sort of stalker.

“Did the first one reach you? I’m getting closer”

“I hope that you’re eating well. Wait for me”

“It seems that you’ve forgotten about me once more. No matter, I’ll be sure to jog your memory once we meet again”

Another year has finally passed and the bouquet and notes kept on coming until you saw the flowers and notes that came in. Instead of the usual red Carnation or pink Camillas or even sometimes Forget me nots, this time it was a bouquet of black and red roses with a note of a familiar handwriting and scent.

“I’ve finally found you. You said that you were worried about me finding the real you but to me, you’re just as perfect as your soul. Your face, your body, it matches your soul perfectly. And even though you might’ve forgotten about me, I assure you that my love for you is still the same like we just met. Perhaps in the game, I would allow you to go live your life without me because it’s safer for you. But here, looking at you, I can feel myself coming alive once more. Whether you try to move on, I know that there’s a lingering feeling behind your pretty head thinking of the possibility. And you would be correct, sweetie. I’m fulfilling my promise to you. For there is no love greater than mine.

P.S: we should thank Mephisto for always managing to find you when I couldn’t

-Sylus”

You were in shock. Sure, there was a small voice, hidden behind all your to-dos, your schedules, your wants, likes, needs. A faint voice telling you of the possibility that perhaps Sylus was the one to send you all those flowers and notes but you were in your world, the real world. You would lock that faint voice and never think about it again. You were realistic. There was no way that a fictional 3D man would send you all of that.

And Mephisto? He’s a bird. A mechanical bird that is tied with Sylus. Everything seemed ridiculous. You couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day until your boss called you for a sudden meeting outside of the office and at a restaurant.

The restaurant was filled with high-class people, some were doing business with another while others were simply finding ways to spend their money. Suddenly, it reminded you of the time when you were in MC’s body and Sylus would take the two of you out to dinner.

Remembering Sylus, the flowers, and the note, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom but in reality, you decided to log into the very game you downloaded to seek comfort. The nostalgia was coming back. They made a new update and introduced a new male character. Once your game loads, Sylus is still in the game and when you poke him, thinking that he’ll respond like how he would when a player hasn’t logged in for so long, he surprises you.

“You’re probably wondering why am I not responding to you in a way that you expect. Well, why don’t you check my messages on the message feature, sweetie?” Sylus mentioned and immediately, you went to open the message feature in the game and once again, you were shocked with what you read on the screen that you had to cover your mouth.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, kitten? I’m sad that you’ve forgotten about me but I’m genuinely happy with how you’re living your life so far”

“But if I were to tell you that I want to be apart of your life here, would you accept me?”

You were given the chance to answer him, to reply to this sudden message but your boss had already called you back and unfortunately, you had to go back to the table and sit beside your boss.

As you were about to sit down, you heard that familiar soothing voice that always calms your nerves; especially when you’re in the N109 zone. “Is this your secretary that we’ve been waiting for?”

Immediately, you looked up and met with those soft bright red eyes behind small glasses. The white hair you’ve gone through with your fingers was styled like how you first met him. The figure sitting in front of you was wearing a soft grey sweater and black jeans.

And that smile, that smile that you’re so used to seeing everyday is now showing in front of you again. “Pleased to meet you, sweetheart. Shall we begin the meeting?”

Throughout the meeting, you tried your best to pay attention and jot down all the notes you needed. You struggled for a moment and even towards the end, you stutter your thank you and goodbyes until the white-hair man called you.

“Waiting for someone, sweetie?” you heard that damn voice as you could feel all hairs on your skin stand up

Turning around, you finally got a good look at him. All of his 190cm height was towering over your figure. Your actual real-life self and not the MC you created in the game.

On one side, you wanted to talk, to question him if all of this was just another one of those visions you used to have. On the other, you wanted to jump at the man in front of you. To cry in his arms as he holds you close. But nothing. You were frozen in your spot as this Sylus look-alike smirked at you and held his index out which suddenly a black crow rest on.

“Is, is that…” you managed to utter, making the man in front of you chuckle

“Mephisto. An actual crow this time” he said, extending his hand out so the black crow was within your reach

Extending your own index out, the black crow, Mephisto went onto your index and you instinctively stroke its head. “We never stop looking for you, you know”

You look up to see those eyes that once were filled with rage now filled with sadness. Sighing, you tried to remind yourself that this is the real world, not your game.

“I'm sorry, sir. You must've gotten the wrong person. I don't think we’ve met before this meeting today. Your bird must be very friendly to have gone on another person’s hand” you mentioned, intending to return the black crow, still not believing that the man and bird in front of you are who you think they are

But instead, the man in front of you turned and took something from his pocket. “Is that so? Well then either you don’t want to remember what we’ve been through or Mephisto might’ve gotten the wrong person. Then how about we reintroduce ourselves to one another?”

“I’m Sylus, this is Mephisto. We were from a faraway land called the N109 zone. For the past year, I've been building my multimillion security tech company” Sylus mentioned, extending his hand out, revealing the brooch that you once wore as a promise to Sylus to stay by him

Shocked to see the brooch, you stutter at your words but Sylus noticed this and gently took one of your hands which you didn’t deny. “I meant what I said and I’m keeping my promise. My only regret is I couldn’t come find you sooner”

“H-how? This has got to be a joke. You’re not real. You’re not actually here. I must be dreaming again. I’m going mad” you started to lose your mind but Sylus pulled you into a hug

“Tell me this isn’t real then. Tell me that you don’t see me. Tell me that you don’t feel this warmth we both have wanted for a long time. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll gladly walk away from you so that you can continue to live your life as is but don’t expect me not to want to be a part of your life. Don’t think that even if I walk away today, I won’t try my best to still keep an eye on you” Sylus stated, whispering into your ear, kissing right below your ear

Taking in his calming leather scent, you slowly sob in Sylus’ chest as he strokes your head, calming you. “You’re such a stubborn crow” you finally hug Sylus, indirectly accepting him back into your life

“I know. But it’s worth it. I finally get back to you. Though I can’t offer you as much as I would when we were in the N109 zone, I do promise you that I will be here this time. I’m not letting you go that easily. So, you’re willing to let me back?” Sylus asked, making you chuckle

“Welcome to the real world, my world, Sylus” you said, getting on your tiptoe to give his cheek a kiss but instead, Sylus turned his head, held your neck and leaned for an actual kiss

A/N: Ngl, I was simping over my own writing of this. Where can we find an irl Sylus T^T

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smoooothoperator · 5 months ago

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What Was I Made For?

25: Love Of My Life

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: fluuuuuff, birth, happiness. Third person pov.

a/n: LAST CHAPTER! WOW! I really can't believe this is the end (unofficially, because there's an epilogue and then if you want I can write extra things). I loved every minute I created this story, and I hope all of you loved reading about them❤️

if you want to play a game and ask things about Dafne

Masterlist

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Every way of feedback is very welcomed

Monaco is always sunny. And in the first weeks of June, the warmth of the sun bathes the streets from morning to evening.

Charles finally ended the triple header, with the last race in his hometown where his family and girlfriend were.

When his girlfriend told him that she wanted to be in Monaco to deliver their baby surrounded by their family and friends, he had a mixture of feelings going around his mind. He was happy that she decided to be in Monaco, so their son Dorian would be born where he was born. But at the same time he felt anxious, not knowing if he would miss the birth of his first son or even not knowing how Dafne was dealing with the last weeks of pregnancy.

The moment he had the last brief meeting with his team after the Monaco Grand Prix, he asked his boss to give him time to be with his family, asking to stay out of the races for what was left of the first half of the season. And just with the nod of his head and a small smile, he knew that his boss was already thinking about it even before he asked about it.

Charles pushed open the door to his Monaco apartment, the familiar sound of the soft click as it closed behind him was barely loud. His body ached because of the time spent in the car during the week, with the adrenaline still running through his veins. The roar of the crowd and the car speeding through the city streets echoed in his mind. Now, standing in the quiet hallway, it all seemed a world away.

He slipped off his shoes, exhaustion starting to creep in. The apartment didn’t have any light turned on, the evening sun casting golden light across the floor. He walked towards the living room and looked around, smiling when he saw the blue yoga ball in the balcony, and his mind created images of how she would have watched the race while doing those exercises the doctor told her, moving in circles on top of that ball.

“Dafne?” he called her, leaving his backpack on the table.

He walked further into the apartment, and that’s when he saw her, in the kitchen with her back to him, humming softly to herself. She was dressed comfortably, her hair loosely tied back, a hand occasionally resting on her swollen belly as she mixed the contents of a pot.

He leaned against the doorway for a moment, simply watching her. There was something peaceful about the scene, with the soft hum of the kitchen, and Dafne standing there, so full of life and beauty. For a second, he wondered how he got so lucky.

“You’re going to burn holes into my back if you keep staring like that” Dafne’s voice broke the silence, teasing but warm. She didn’t even turn around, but Charles could see the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You came earlier than I thought”

“Can you blame me?” he chuckled, pushing off the doorway and walking up behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist carefully, his hands resting on her belly as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Look at what I’m coming home to”

Dafne turned in his arms, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him. Her eyes softened at the sight of him. He looked tired, his hair a mess from the helmet and sweat, but there was a tenderness in his gaze that always made her heart flutter.

“You did an amazing race today, my winner” she smiled softly. “When will they give you the trophy?”

“Maybe in a few days” he sighed, kissing her forehead. “Now I have time for you, let’s stop talking about racing. I missed you”

“I missed you too” she smiled, closing her eyes when she felt his lips on her skin. “Even if you stayed here with me during this week we barely had time for ourselves”

“Now we will have all the time in the world, then” he smiled. “I won’t race for the rest of the first half of the season”

“I’m glad” she nodded.

Charles smiled looking at her, pressing a kiss on her lips. His hands lingered on her belly as they kissed, feeling the slight movements of their baby beneath his fingers. When they pulled apart, Charles let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at her stomach.

“How’s our little one? He’s been treating you well?” he asked.

“He’s been restless. Kicking like crazy today, especially when I started cooking. I think he’s hungry” Dafne smiled, brushing a hand through Charles' messy hair.

“Well, let’s not keep him waiting” Charles laughed.

“What about you?” she asked, pulling back to look at him more closely. “You look exhausted. Go shower, and dinner will be ready when you’re done”

“You’re the best, you know that?” he chuckled, kissing her once more.

“Of course I am” she smirked, laughing softly.

He laughed and shook his head playfully, walking through the corridors of the apartment and going to his bedroom, grabbing fresh clothes to be comfortable and then slipping to the bathroom, taking a fast shower, not wanting to make Dafne wait too much.

A few minutes later, Charles returned, freshly showered, his hair damp and skin glowing from the warmth of the water. He looked more relaxed now, his usual grin playing on his lips as he walked back into the kitchen. Dafne was just finishing plating the food, moving a little slower than usual, but determined to carry on as normal despite her growing belly.

“Sit down, silly” Charles said, taking the plates from her hands and guiding her to the dining table. “You’ve done enough today.”

Dafne chuckled but didn’t argue, lowering herself carefully into the chair. Charles set the plates down, pouring two glasses of water before sitting across from her. For a moment, they both just sat there, a quiet sense of calm filling the space between them.

“Thank you for this” Charles said, taking a bite of the pasta. “It’s exactly what I needed.”

“I thought you might appreciate a home cooked meal” Dafne smiled, taking a bite herself.

He laughed softly and started eating, moaning softly with a wide smile while he ate what Dafne cooked. They started talking about the race, about the previous ones and how the team was working. And after that, they couldn’t help it and started talking about what is coming next.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his fingers tracing small circles on her hand. “We’re so close now”

“I’m tired, I won’t lie. My back hurts, my feet are swollen, and I can barely sleep. But…” she smiled, glancing down at her belly. “Every time I feel him move, it’s like all of that doesn’t matter. We’re so close to meeting him. I can’t wait”

“I can’t wait either” he whispered. His voice was soft, full of emotion. “I still can’t believe it sometimes. That we’re going to be parents. That we are together. I can’t imagine how the six years old Charles is feeling now”

“I think reality will hit when you’re changing his diapers at 3 a.m.” Dafne laughed.

“Bring it on. I’m ready for all of it” he laughed, so carefree.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of the moment settling over them. Outside, the soft sounds of Monaco drifted in through the open window of the kitchen: the distant hum of the sea, the occasional car passing by, the quiet murmur of life carrying on below them.

“I’m glad we’re here. It feels like the right place for him to be born. Our family’s here, and…” she smiled, looking at Charles with a softness in her eyes. “And you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for anything” he said, squeezing her hand softly. “You know, these next few weeks are going to be the best part. Just us, waiting for him. I’ll be here, every step of the way.”

“I know. And I wouldn’t want it any other way” she sighed, smiling wider.

“We’ve got this” he nodded.

“Yeah, we’ve got this” she repeated softly.

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sharlesperceval Remember when we used to watch how those to argue? And when they had to do the challenges and sponsors meetings and they were all the time throwing beef?

dafneismymom And now they are having a son and they are so in love 🥹

The sun was just beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the backyard of Dafne’s parents’ house. Balloons in soft shades of blue, cream, and white floated around the space, with more things with the same shades of blue.

Laughter and conversation filled the air as friends and family gathered around, celebrating the soon-to-arrive baby. Long tables were covered with food and drinks, with a special cake shaped like a race car sitting at the center, a playful nod to Charles' career.

Charles was near the table, laughing with his brothers and some of his friends, while Dafne was seated on a cozy outdoor sofa, her hands resting on her swollen belly talking with her sisters and friends while she opened the gifts all of the guests came with: adorable baby clothes, plush toys, and tiny shoes.

“You’re going to spoil him before he’s even born” Dafne laughed as she thanked Arhtur.

“We’re just getting started” he joked, winking at her playfully.

The afternoon was a mix of joy and excitement, with everyone catching up, sharing stories, and playing baby shower games. The most popular one seemed to be “Guess the Baby’s Birth Date,” with people writing down their predictions on a chalkboard set up near the gift table.

At one point, Dafne glanced across the terrace and spotted her best friend Oscar and his girlfriend Lily, standing by the edge, chatting and laughing with a group of mutual friends. Oscar, as always, looked effortlessly relaxed, his arm slung around Lily’s shoulders.

Dafne smiled to herself, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her. She knew what she had to do. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

“Charles” Dafne murmured. “I’m going to go talk to Oscar and Lily for a minute.”

“Are you going to ask them now?” he smiled excitedly.

She nodded, her heart racing with excitement and a touch of nerves.

Dafne made her way over to Oscar and Lily, her steps slower than usual but filled with purpose. When they noticed her approaching, Oscar immediately stepped forward, grinning widely.

“Look at you!” he exclaimed, his voice teasing but affectionate. “You’re glowing!”

“And also moving slower than a snail” Lily added with a playful smirk, though her eyes were filled with warmth.

“Trust me, I feel like a penguin” Dafne laughed, placing a hand on her belly as Dorian gave a little kick in response.

“Can we feel him?” Lily asked softly, her face lighting up with excitement.

“Of course” Dafne said, guiding Lily’s hand to her belly.

“That’s amazing,” she whispered, feeling the little movements beneath her hand. Oscar placed his hand beside hers, his smile widening as he felt the soft kicks.

“Dorian’s already practicing for his debut” Oscar joked, looking up at Dafne with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Dafne chuckled, then took a deep breath, gathering her courage. This was it.

“Hey” she started softly, her voice suddenly more serious but filled with affection. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask both of you.”

Oscar and Lily exchanged a curious glance before focusing back on Dafne, waiting expectantly.

“You two have been such an important part of my life” she smiled, glancing back at Charles, who was watching them from afar with a soft smile. “You’ve been there for me through everything, the good and the bad, and I can’t imagine our baby growing up without the two of you being a huge part of his life.”

Lily’s smile softened, her eyes already filled with emotion, while Oscar looked at Dafne with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, sensing where this conversation was going.

“So… I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being Dorian’s godparents?”

For a brief second, there was stunned silence. Oscar and Lily stared at her, wide eyed, as if trying to process the enormity of the question.

Then, all at once, their faces lit up with pure joy.

“Are you serious?” Oscar asked, his voice filled with disbelief, though the grin spreading across his face made it clear he was over the moon.

“Of course, I’m serious” Dafne said, her own eyes filling with tears. “You’re family to me, Oscar. Both of you are. The moment I came to Prema and you started to talk to me, I felt like you were a brother to me. And… Somehow I want you to be in my family, being Dorian’s godfather”

“You have no idea how much this means to us” he smiled, holding her hand and wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Thank you.”

When they finally pulled back, Lily stepped forward, hugging Dafne tightly. Both girls chuckled softly, hugging each other while moving side to side softly.

“We promise we’ll be there for him and for you, always” Lily smiled.

“I know you will” Dafne whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she held Lily close.

Just then, Charles appeared at Dafne’s side, smiling warmly at the scene. He stood next to Oscar and both of them hugged tightly for some seconds.

“So, what’s the verdict?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“We’re in” Oscar said with a laugh, clapping him on the back. . “You couldn’t have picked better.”

“Welcome to the family, then” he smiled. “This time officially”

The sun streamed through the large windows of their Monaco apartment, the weather of June already making them use summer clothes. Charles was sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, watching a Netflix show on the TV. Dafne sat on the yoga ball beside him, looking at the baby clothes that were on top of the table, folding and sorting them with a content smile.

“Look at this one!” Dafne exclaimed, holding up a tiny onesie with a little Ferrari logo stitched on the front. She laughed, imagining their baby in it. “I can already see him driving his own little car.”

“He’ll be a natural. Maybe he’ll win the Monaco Grand Prix one day. Just like his dad” he smiled proudly.

They laughed together, the warmth of the moment wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. It felt like a perfect day, one filled with simple joys and the promise of their future.

But then, just as Dafne reached for another outfit, a sudden sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She froze, her breath hitching slightly.

“Dafne?” Charles asked immediately, worried. “Are you okay?”

“I think so… It was just a little cramp” she smiled, shaking her head softly.

“Are you sure? Should I get you some water?” He was already moving, ready to spring into action, the instinct to care for her taking over.

“I’m fine” she promised him, waving him off. “Just… a little uncomfortable”

But as she spoke, another wave of pain rolled through her, more intense than the first. This one took her breath away, and she clutched her belly, the sudden realization hitting her.

“Charles!” Her voice trembled, eyes wide.

“What?” he frowned confused, already kneeling in front of her.

"I think…" she trailed off, pressing her lips together as she tried to breathe through the discomfort.

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the sensation. She had felt Braxton Hicks contractions before, but this… this felt different. Stronger. More insistent.

"I think it’s starting" she whispered, her eyes widening as the realization washed over her. "Charles, I think these are real contractions."

Charles’ heart skipped a beat. His calm demeanor faltered for just a moment before he pulled himself together, taking a deep breath and holding Dafne’s hands tightly.

"Okay, okay. Don’t panic" he said, though he could feel the adrenaline already starting to pump through his veins. "We’ve got this. We’re prepared"

Dafne nodded, but her breathing had quickened. She placed both hands on her belly, wincing slightly as another wave of discomfort rolled through her.

"Let’s time them, yeah?" Charles suggested, pulling out his phone. "Just to see how far apart they are."

Dafne nodded, trying to relax into the ball, though her body felt tense, her muscles reacting to the new intensity of the contractions. Charles took her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as they waited together in silence. After a minute, another contraction hit, stronger than the last, causing her to grip his hand tightly.

"Breathe, love" he whispered softly. "In and out. I’m right here."

Dafne did as he said, focusing on her breath, even though the pain was starting to grow more intense. She knew what was happening, this was the real deal, but it still felt surreal. They had been enjoying such a calm, peaceful day, and now, just like that, everything was shifting.

After a few minutes, another contraction hit, and Charles stopped the timer, taking a deep breath while he kissed Dafne’s forehead.

"They’re about ten minutes apart" he said, his voice steady. "I think we need to get ready."

“The hospital bag is next to the door” she said, groaning softly as she stood up slowly.

He stood quickly, moving with a sense of purpose as he grabbed the hospital bag they had packed a month ago, along with a few extra things he thought she might need. Dafne slowly eased herself out of the ball, standing up with some difficulty as another contraction hit, her breath coming in short bursts.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern, though he was trying to stay as calm as possible for her.

"I’m okay" she nodded, though her face tightened. "It’s just… intense."

"I’ve got you" he whispered, helping her to the door. "We’re going to the hospital now, okay? Just hang in there."

Dafne took a deep breath, focusing on the sound of his voice. The contractions were coming faster now, each one stronger than the last, but with Charles by her side, she felt steadier. She knew they were ready for this moment, even if it had come sooner than expected.

As they stepped out of the apartment, Charles paused for a second, looking down at her, his eyes softening despite the rush.

"We’re about to meet him" he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and excitement.

Dafne smiled through the pain, her hand gripping his tightly.

"Yeah" she breathed. "We’re going to meet our son."

The drive to the hospital felt endless. The contractions had come closer and stronger as Charles drove through the streets of Monaco, his eyes flicking to Dafne every few seconds to make sure she was okay. Her grip was firm on his hand, her breathing uneven but steady as she focused on getting through each wave of pain.

“Almost there, love” he whispered, his voice tight with a mixture of worry and excitement. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but he stayed as calm as he could, trying to keep her grounded.

When they finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, the moment felt surreal. Charles hurried out of the car, rushing to Dafne’s side as she stepped out slowly, clutching her belly. The pain was now constant, waves of pressure rolling through her body one after another.

“We’re here” Charles said as he helped her into the hospital.

He could see the tension in her face, the way she was gripping his arm, but he wasn’t about to let her go through this alone. He was right there beside her, guiding her with every step.

As they entered the hospital, a nurse quickly approached them, guiding them towards the maternity floor. Charles was barely able to keep up, his mind racing as the reality of the situation hit him all at once. They were about to have their baby.

By the time they reached the delivery room, Dafne was trembling, but she was still breathing through the contractions, and Charles remained by her side, holding her hand and offering words of encouragement.

“You’re doing really well, Dafne” the doctor said with a reassuring smile. “It’s almost time to meet your baby. We have to wait until you are fully dilated, okay?”

Dafne’s breath hitched at the mention of the baby, her eyes widening as another powerful contraction gripped her body. She clutched Charles’s hand so hard her knuckles turned white.

“Charles” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I can’t… I really can’t do this.”

“You can” he said, leaning in close, his voice soft but firm. “You’ve been strong the entire time. You’re almost there. Dorian’s almost here.”

She nodded, but the fear in her eyes was still there. She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain began to build again, her body arching with the force of it. The nurse was already getting ready for the birth, setting up the instruments, while the doctor prepared herself.

“You’ve got this. I’m right here with you. You’re not alone” Charles whispered, wiping away the drops of sweat that were running down her temple.

Dafne nodded again, her breathing slowing a little as she focused on his voice, letting it anchor her through the next few contractions. She gripped his hand tighter, her nails digging into his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He knew she needed him to stay strong.

And then, the moment came.

“Dafne, it’s time to push” the doctor said, her voice calm but filled with urgency.

“It hurts too much” Dafne mumbled, taking a deep breath.

“I know” the doctor said firmly. “You’re fully dilated. You just need to push, love.”

The first push was slow, but the pain pushed her past the fear, and she did it again, harder this time. Charles’s hand was holding hers, his voice murmuring calming words in her ear.

“That’s it, love. Just a little more. You’re so close” he said softly, his face inches from hers, watching with a mixture of awe and concern.

She pushed again, feeling the pressure building, the pain unbearable yet urging her to keep going.

“This is your fucking fault!” she exclaimed through the pain. “If you just used a condom… Fucking asshole!”

“I know, love. I know” he chuckled, knowing that she didn’t mean none of that, not anymore. “Come on, push more, he’s coming”

And in that moment, the world seemed to stop.

The room was filled with the sound of a newborn’s cry, loud and sharp as the doctor gently held Dorian up. Charles, with tears in his eyes, could barely believe what he was seeing. The tiny, perfect baby they had created together, finally here.

“Dorian” Dafne whispered through her tears, her voice full of pure adoration. She watched as the nurse quickly cleaned him up, and Charles moved to stand beside her, his hands shaking with excitement.

“He’s… he’s perfect” Charles whispered, his voice choking with emotion as he leaned down to kiss Dafne’s forehead, his hand gently caressing her face. “We did it. God, you are so strong, my love. Thank you, thank you…”

Dafne looked up at him, her heart swelling with love and exhaustion. Dorian’s cry softened as the nurse wrapped him up in a small, white blanket and handed him to Dafne, her arms already reaching for him instinctively. Charles, with his own tears now falling freely, leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Our son” he whispered, watching as Dafne held the tiny, fragile life between them.

“He’s ours” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. Dafne’s eyes were wide as she stared down at their baby. His tiny face, his little fingers, his perfect little features.

Charles kissed her once more, his hand resting on her shoulder as they both looked down at their newborn son, their hearts swelling with love and relief.

“Welcome to the world, Dorian Jules Hervé Leclerc” Dafne whispered softly to him, her voice full of wonder and joy.

And in that moment, the world outside the hospital seemed to fade away. Everything was quiet. Just them. Their new family.

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charles_leclerc This morning, Dafne and I were joking about me buying her sushi the day Dorian arrives.

Now, I'm posting this while I go back to the hospital after we just welcomed our son to the world.

Dorian Jules Hervé Leclerc was born today, 17th of June of 2025. He's healthy and beautiful, and Dafne is recovering too. The birth was incrediblly quick, it took us by surprise and we rushed immediately to the hospital.

The fact that our son was born today, day 17, feels like a signal that our beloved Jules is blessing us.

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scuderiaferrari Welcome to the world Dorian!

oscarpiastri Lily and I are on our way to meet our godson

landonorris There's no way he's the godfather. What about me?

pierregasly What about you? What about me????

charles_leclerc pierregasly don't worry, you'll be the next one

dafnemorelli charles_leclerc go to hell if you are already planning the next baby. If you give birth to it then we can negotiate it. Bring the sushi. I'm hungry.

charles_leclerc of course, my love❤️

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dafnemorelli I can't believe that you are finally here. Now that I have you in my arms, holding you close to my heart, I can say that I'm a mother, a proud mom.

I love you, Dorian. I will protect you and keep you safe.

Dorian Jules Hervé Leclerc. 17 of June of 2025.

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soleil_morelli Can't wait to meet him

ericamorelli God he's so beautiful!

f1 Dorian is so beautiful. We're so happy you two are alright! Can't be prouder❤️

fewawifan OMG BABY DORIAN! HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL! 😭😭

dafneismymom I should change my user name?

dafnemorelli dafneismymom nah, makes me feel more milf than I already am

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charles_leclerc I agree. You are a milf.

charles_leclerc I love you, Dafne. You are the love of my life, can't wait to see how our story continues❤️

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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 17

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI! ― Summary: Yn decided to take a break from social media as well, but her friends were hell-bent on protecting her image and not letting people talk shit about her in front of them. When she comes back, ready to launch her winter collection, someone shows up ready to talk too. ― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. Everything else is made up by me, and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛 ― A/n²: We're heading to the end of this series. I'm sorry for going MIA for a beat, but I'm back now, and I'm gonna work to get everything done by the end of this month 💛

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📧 Lewis and Mick

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francisca.cgomes ⭐️💓 te amo, linda!

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alex_albon I love how you always leave me for her

⤷ pierregasly Kika does the same, I don't even mind anymore

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lewishamilton spent the week with my fav people ❤️

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theofficialyn Our winter '23 collection has an official launch date! Check ynthebrand for more info. Can't wait to share everything with you all 🤍

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f1wagsupdates Some of Yn's looks on her Winter's collection launch in Paris.

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On the Streets of Coruscant: Part Two

Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader

Read Part One (posted on my old account @persephone-writes2)

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Description: Over a decade after their spontaneous stroll around the Plaza, Y/N is working as an aide to Senator Amidala. When the Senator is placed under the protection of two Jedi after an assassination attempt, Y/N is reunited with the now Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings & Tags: canon typical violence/the assassination attempts of Padme (mentioned only), mild discussions of low self esteem, reader specifically does *not* have children, probably a crap ton of grammatical errors, lots of Y/N usage, fluff, kissing, happy ending!

Notes: Sooo, full warning, I hate this, but I'm posting it anyway! This takes place during Attack of the Clones, so I had to change a few things around to fit in the reader (some things just happen because I said so lol) This also means that I HAD to include Jar Jar. I attempted at writing dialogue for him but I just couldn't bring myself to, so I tried my best to just have him barely be there lmao. Also, mullet obi-wan is top tier and I will die on that hill

Y/N clicked away on her holopad, attempting to get through the pile of work that had been dumped on her that morning. While her job was always demanding, and sometimes overwhelming, this was the busiest she had been in a long time. With Senator Amidala set to arrive on Coruscant today amidst an increasingly intense political climate, Y/N was tasked with taking what seemed like hundreds of messages, thoroughly organizing and answering every one. While Padmé had an array of other aides to help her, Y/N was the head of her office on Coruscant, leaving her with the majority of the responsibility when she was on-planet, besides that of Dormé.

Despite her spinning head, Y/N adored her job, as well as Senator Amidala. She had worked in a variety of low level positions for different Senators, many of which were not nearly as kind. No matter how much pressure she faced, Padmé never spoke harshly or berated those who worked for her. Y/N couldn’t imagine how exhausting it must be to represent an entire planet, all while keeping up a professional appearance. Outside of her office, Padmé had to seem relaxed, dignified, and confident no matter what she was up against. At least Y/N didn’t have to face the wrath of the public or the argumentative nature of the Senate. Always tucked away inside the office, Y/N could plug away at her work without the eyes of thousands upon her at any given time.

Another aide knocked on the door of the office before entering, peeking his head in.

“The Senator is landing.”

“Thank you,” Y/N replied, frantically pulling up the most urgent messages in preparation. The aide hurried away down the hall, the door closing behind him. After a few minutes, a guard came running down the hall, opening the door abruptly. Y/N jumped at the sudden intrusion, growing fearful when she saw the look on his face.

“The Senator’s ship has been attacked,” the guard said, a bit out of breath. Y/N felt her stomach drop, dread rushing through her.

“Is she alright?” Y/N asked, voice desperate. Before he could answer, Captain Typho pushed past him, leading Padmé into the room. Her face was contorted in sadness and confusion, obviously still in shock. She wasn’t wearing her usual attire, dressed identically to Typho in a dark turtleneck and leather vest. She immediately sat down in one of the chairs, head hung low.

A wave of relief came over Y/N knowing Padmé was okay. She immediately rushed to her, kneeling down beside her chair.

“Milady, are you alright?” Padmé only nodded. Y/N looked up at Captain Typho, who was pacing around the room. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” he said, eyes darting around in thought. “Someone bombed the ship.”

For a moment, Y/N stared out into space, swallowing thickly before she stood.

“Milady,” Typho began, to which Padmé lifted her head, “We must get you somewhere safer.”

She nodded, standing up and taking a deep breath. Her composure was regained, and Y/N marveled at the speed to which she recovered from such a terrifying incident. She turned to Y/N, eyes determined.

“Y/N, send me all the necessary documents for the vote,” she paused, turning to Typho, “We shall go to my apartment.”

“Yes, milady,” Y/N answered. Typho then led Padmé from the room, Y/N immediately returning to her desk to get to work once again.

A few hours later, Y/N received a message from the Captain that she would be meeting with the Chancellor and would not be returning to the Senate today. Further, Y/N was to meet Padmé at her apartment to discuss a series of negotiation plans which Y/N had been organizing. Y/N was no stranger to working in the Senator’s apartment, having done so on many late nights when Padmé refused to get some rest. However, it had never been under such circumstances.

Later in the afternoon, Padmé’s team sent a transport for her along with a guard. Y/N thought it was overkill, as no one was after a random aide, but she didn’t make too much of a fuss about it. No one could stop Padmé from worrying about her team, especially after some of them likely died in the attack. As the transport flew through the busy city, Y/N peered out of the window, wondering who could have been behind the explosion. Padmé had many adversaries, though it surprised Y/N that any one of them would attempt to assassinate her. The Separatist movement had uprooted nearly every system, turning the Senate into more of a battle ground than ever before. Even so, war had not broken out yet, and all Y/N could do was hope that it wouldn’t resort to that.

Pulling up to the apartment, Y/N was escorted by the guard all the way up the glass turbolift, exposed to the city. Stepping in, she remembered the first time she had been called here, unable to pull her eyes away from the city growing smaller as she ascended.

As the turbolift doors opened, she immediately heard the happy voice of Jar Jar Binks. While she thought it strange for someone to be excited at a time like this, it was hard to tamper Jar Jar’s spirits. The guard led her into the apartment, where she saw Padmé sitting on one of the long sofas. She was clothed her usual fashion, hair in an updo, wearing a wide skirt dress with long flowing sleeves. Although Padmé looked good in almost anything, it was a small relief to see her back to her normal self. Captain Typho was standing a few feet away, with Dormé sitting beside Padmé. On the sofa opposite sat two men who Y/N instantly recognized as Jedi. Working for the Senate, Y/N had seen her fair share of Jedi over the years, though their presence usually didn’t bring good news. Of course, today wasn’t the day for good news anyhow.

Padmé stopped speaking, spotting Y/N as she walked into the room. She turned to smile at her, which Y/N returned easily. The other’s followed Padmé’s gaze, and Y/N grew a bit nervous at the attention. Her eyes went to the two Jedi, now given a clear view of their faces. The one sitting closest had short, cropped brown hair and the braid of a padawan falling across his shoulder. He appeared slightly annoyed, and Y/N wondered if she had intruded upon an important conversation she was not meant to be a part of. Her gaze drifted to the other Jedi, whose hair was on the longer side and a light copper in color. His beard was short and neatly trimmed, though there was still an air about him that was rugged, ever so slightly ruffled. After her brief first impression, the realization hit Y/N with a full, intense force. Her heart sped up significantly as she thought back to over ten years ago when she had met a Jedi at a nightclub.

Before Y/N could make any sort of reaction, Padmé stood, followed by the others.

“Y/N,” she said kindly, walking over to greet her.

“Senator,” Y/N said in return, bowing.

Jar Jar happily pranced over and shook Y/N’s hand, telling her it was nice to see her again. Y/N chuckled at his enthusiasm before turning back to Padmé.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his padawn, Anakin Skywalker,” she introduced. Y/N was forced to look at the two Jedi, feeling heat rush up her spine and into her face. She had no idea if she should acknowledge that they knew each other, or pretend they were strangers. Obi-Wan reached out his hand to shake hers, a small, polite smile on his lips. She took it wearily, forcing herself to make eye contact. It was easier to shake the padawan’s hand, who only nodded at her.

Now that she was closer to Obi-Wan, she stole a look at him from the corner of her eye. He was just as handsome as he was when they first met, perhaps even more handsome. His face was not boyish as it had been, now more mature, his features stronger and more pronounced. The buzz that once existed all around him was settled, but not completely gone. Remnants of it remained in his eyes, which still held their playful shine. Suddenly, Y/N grew self conscious of her appearance. She was older than she had been, no longer the young girl she once was. It was hard for her to know how different she truly looked, as she had watched herself slowly age over many years. Her clothes as well were more mature, or rather refined. She realized that Obi-Wan had only seen her in her party clothes, never something professional, clean-cut, more simple. Her rapid thoughts were interrupted by Padmé, who went on to introduce her.

“This is Y/N L/N, my leading aide on Coruscant,” Padmé said. Obi-Wan let out a small laugh at her words, earning a confused look from Padmé. His laugh was a bit deeper than it was all those years ago, but it held the same lightness and ease.

“We’ve met,” he said, accent still smooth, “a long time ago.”

Y/N smiled sheepishly, knowing that Obi-Wan was looking at her face. Padmé appeared pleasantly surprised, Anakin raising his brows at his Master.

“You have?” Padmé asked, smiling at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, trying to think of what to say. Obi-Wan saved her, speaking before anyone could ask questions.

“I was still a padawan then,” Obi-Wan said, light hearted without giving anything away. Anakin looked suspiciously towards Y/N, but wiped his face quickly when she noticed.

“This is the day of reacquaintance,” Padmé said, pleased with the surprise. Y/N gave her a confused look, and she laughed a bit, realizing her mistake. “I met Master Kenobi and Anakin ten years ago, when I was Queen.”

Y/N nodded. “I see,” was all she could think to say.

“You must excuse us,” Padmé began, “We have much work to do.”

“It was lovely to meet you,” Y/N said to Anakin. She then looked to Obi-Wan, mind reeling. “And it’s nice to see you again.” She then left to follow Padmé and Dormé, cheeks burning.

Y/N spent the afternoon into the evening with Padmé and Dormé, going over documents and discussing her next moves. Y/N did most of the clerical work, leaving the politics to Padmé and Dormé, who knew the ins and outs. Although Y/N had picked up a lot, she still felt overwhelmed by the current climate and all its complexities. The whole time, she was hyper aware that Obi-Wan was in the other room, doing who knows what.

As the evening fell, Padmé excused Y/N, asking her to return tomorrow morning. She was thankful, as the eventful day had her tired, as surely Padmé was as well. At least she knew that Padmé would take it easy for the rest of the night, forgoing any further work until morning. Exiting the room, holopad in hand, Y/N saw Anakin and Obi-Wan talking on the balcony. She hoped they wouldn’t notice her, allowing her to slip out quietly, though the chances of this were likely slim. In all honesty, she had no idea how she would handle being so close to Obi-Wan for the foreseeable future, unable to acknowledge the circumstance of their last meeting and pretending as if they hadn’t gone on a romantic escapade.

Perhaps feeling her eyes upon his back, Anakin turned, catching Y/N staring. To her surprise, he gave her a small smile, which she anxiously returned before whipping her head forward. She walked quickly to the turbolift, hoping that somehow Obi-Wan would remain ignorant of her growing uncertainty.

Her alarm blared and she hastily reached over to turn off the cacophony of noise. She laid in bed for a quiet moment, still groggy but remembering the events of the day prior. She groaned upon the realization that she’d be forced to face Obi-Wan, all with the intent not to embarrass herself. She envied his even manner which gave nothing away, not letting anyone know of their odd history. As she pondered over this, she felt a pang in her heart at the thought that Obi-Wan was completely unaffected by her presence. Yes, Y/N had a series of relationships since her single, solitary kiss with Obi-Wan, but that didn’t take away from the fact that she was entirely unprepared to ever see him again. Until now, Obi-Wan was a fleeting yet meaningful moment in her life, one which Y/N would look back on every once in a while with an immature sadness. The thought of him, someone who was so kind, so bright, so considerate, unable to form any romantic attachments, was poignant to say the least. When this kind of thinking arose, she’d kick herself for giving it the time of day. You only met him once, you only kissed once, what's the big deal?

Y/N got ready for the day with the intent of forgetting about Obi-Wan, focusing on the far more pressing matters. Today would likely consist of setting up calls with many different Senators, some of which would want to discuss the recent attack, others who would simply want to argue about the motion to create an army. Further, Y/N had no clue how long Senator Amidala would stay on-planet, so she would have to get to organizing all she could before she was off somewhere else. As she brushed her teeth, Y/N stared at her reflection in the mirror, paying far too much attention to how she looked. Just as she had sworn off thinking about Obi-Wan, the image of herself brought back feelings of insecurity. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering what Obi-Wan thought when he first saw her again, thinking that perhaps his placidity came from the fact that he no longer found her attractive. Although she tried to brush the thought of him away, she didn’t stop herself from putting on her best work-appropriate outfit.

In a kind gesture, Padmé sent a speeder to pick Y/N up from her apartment, again accompanied by a guard. She made small talk with him on the way to Padmé’s in an aim to calm her nerves, which despite all her efforts still bubbled beneath the surface. When Y/N arrived, she saw Padmé and Dormé sitting opposite each other in the seating area, multiple holopads and projections on the table between them. Off to the side, Obi-Wan and Anakin stood, Anakin seeming on guard and brewing with energy. Padmé looked up from her work, waving Y/N over to sit with them.

“There was another attack,” Padmé said, voice even and calculated, “I’m leaving for Naboo tomorrow.”

“Why not today, milady?” Y/N asked, full of concern.

“I must leave on an unregistered transport, it will take some time to organize,” Padmé explained. Seeing Y/N’s worries, she placed a hand on her shoulder for reassurance. “I will be alright, Anakin will be with me.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a bit better. She wondered why Obi-Wan would not be joining her, though didn’t ask.

“In the meantime, we must get as much done as we can. I doubt I will be able to work much in hiding.”

With that, they all got to work. Y/N was mostly silent, leaving Dormé and Padmé to talk over the majority of her decisions. Padmé received a warm call from Senator Organa, who extended any help to her that he could offer. Y/N never had the chance to work under him, though she expected it would be much like working for Padmé. To Y/N, they seemed to be the only two honest and truly kind politicians in the galaxy, setting them in stark contrast to the increasingly unscrupulous nature of the Senate at large. Amidst the growing chaos, Y/N hardly paid attention to the two Jedi guarding the apartment.

Some time that morning, Padmé decided to move to a different room which housed a large table so that they could spread out more. Y/N was off to the side, plugging away as usual, happy that her responsibilities seemed mild in comparison to Padmé and Dormé’s.

Y/N hadn’t even noticed that they had worked well into midday, brought up from her work when Dormé suggested they break for a short lunch. They were all left with a little free time, as it would take a bit for the chef to prepare their meals. That was one thing Y/N loved about working at Padmé’s apartment; the chef. Padmé and Dormé left the room as Y/N finished the last few sentences of her address to another Senatorial aide, sighed deeply as she sent it along.

Walking into the main living space, she found Padmé standing beside one of the long floor to ceiling windows speaking to Anakin. Padmé’s smile was calm, and for the first time in a while she seemed genuinely relieved. If Y/N didn't know better, it looked as though Padmé and Anakin were close, long time friends, used to seeing one another. Her eyes were taken away from the pair, drifting to Obi-Wan who was pouring over something on his holopad. He too appeared incredibly natural, though tense in the shoulders. If it weren’t for his robes, he could've been just another aide hard at work.

Y/N lazily walked over to the balcony, pushing open the large glass doors and feeling the cool air of Coruscant brush against her face. She sighed with contentment, taking in the view of the city from such a great height. It wasn’t often that she was so high like this, nearly above the clouds. It was as close to peaceful as she’s had in a while, not since her last visit to Corellia several years ago. A few minutes passed, Y/N’s mind wandering to the various tasks which still needed to be done before Padmé left for Naboo.

She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind her. She glanced back, expecting to see Dormé or perhaps Padmé, only to find that it was Obi-Wan. Her heart rate picked up as she took in his regal appearance, robes tidy and neatly tucked. He smiled softly as if to ask permission to join her. She returned it the best she could, trying to push her nerves down. He came up beside her near the railing and looked out, sighing to himself. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to peek at him, fearful that her emotions would too clearly show upon her face.

“I’m glad to see you working in the profession you wanted,” Obi-Wan said, voice abundantly friendly, yet somewhat professional in nature. Y/N bravely glanced at him with a kind expression, genuinely pleased that he remembered.

“Yes, I am too,” she paused, realizing that unlike before, it wouldn’t be awkward to mention his profession. “And now you’re a Master, with a padawan of your own. Congratulations,” she said honestly.

He chuckled, “Thank you.” Obi-Wan shifted his weight to one foot, turning to look at her profile. “Truly, I am pleased to see you again.”

“I’m a bit surprised you remembered me,” she let slip, growing a bit more comfortable with the exchange. Her teasing earned another small chuckle from him.

“I don’t easily forget,” was all he said in return, leaning an elbow on the railing.

Y/N fully turned towards him, met with the same face she saw that night in the club as they both stood at the bar. Now, his jaw was partially obscured by a beard. She thought it suited him, as did his longer hair. She wanted to tell him so, but decided against it, not wanting to break what felt like a fragile moment.

“I’ve since visited Corellia,” Obi-Wan began again, tone still light.

Y/N smiled at him, brows slightly raised. “You did?”

“Yes, though as you might expect, I was occupied most of the time. However, it did not disappoint.”

Y/N realized he was very much still the same, though perhaps more subtle in his cheekiness.

“I’ve been back as well, though only a few times. It’s still as boring as I remembered,” she joked.

“Now, I am sure you are longing for boredom as well.”

Something electric shot through her with his words, reminding her more and more of that night. It appeared as though Obi-Wan did not lie; he does not easily forget. A small seed of innocent, foolish hope made its way into her heart. Had he thought about me since then, as I did him? She quickly reprimanded herself, shaking her head to clear the thought away.

“You’re right,” she sighed, “For the Senator’s sake rather than mine.”

Obi-Wan paused, not replying for a moment. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from wondering what was going on inside his mind, which puzzle pieces he was trying to fit together. She had no clue who was attempting to assassinate Padmé, too many possibilities floating around to grasp. However, she was sure Obi-Wan had a much better idea than herself.

“It’s a tricky business we both are in, though all things important are difficult.”

Once again, she was infatuated with his wisdom, which had only grown.

“I bet you are a wonderful master to Anakin.”

He took the compliment well, not as bashful as he once was. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said her name warmly, resurfacing a slurry of emotions she didn’t know still existed. All at once she felt ten years younger, enraptured with her name said in his accent, in his voice.

“I mean it, really. I could hardly imagine trying to lead someone, teach them what I know. The whole thought of it makes me feel like I know nothing,” she was letting more and more of her feelings slip, far more than she originally intended. This morning, she had vowed to be wholly professional, to focus on the job she had to do, not to get caught up in buried emotions. However, there was something about Obi-Wan’s presence that made her too free with her words. It was the same way over ten years ago, where she found herself spilling her guts to an almost stranger. If he stuck around any longer, one of these days she might just get herself into real trouble.

“I’m sure you could, if given the chance. It takes courage to come to a new place, to build a new life. That is something you know far more about than I.” There he went again, melting her from the inside out.

“Perhaps, and I’d have to bet I’d beat you in a typing contest,” she jested.

Obi-Wan let out a hearty laugh, unconstricted and full, “I believe you are right.”

The conversation lulled, with Y/N unsure what to say. Her guards were still up, despite the fact that they were steadily lowering against her will. She wondered how much she could get away with addressing, which facts were off limits and which were okay to mention. Obi-Wan seemed to be perfectly comfortable with speaking about everything but the kiss, though she didn’t want to push her luck.

She settled on something simple, something pertaining to the here and now. “I’m happy Anakin will accompany the Senator, I’m sure she will be safe in his presence.”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly, glancing down for a moment. “His eagerness often worries me, though it may serve him well with his task,” Obi-Wan said.

“A product of youth,” she commented, amused at the thought of Obi-Wan having to deal with the antics of a young man. She thought that perhaps once, Obi-Wan had done the same to his Master.

“Unavoidable, I’m afraid,” Obi-Wan replied effortlessly, turning to look at her face once again. She felt bare under his gaze, as if he could see through her every shield, each mask she wore.

“I’m sure with your guidance he will grow into an exemplary Jedi. I don’t think you could mold him into anything less.” Her flattery was not lost on Obi-Wan, whose ardent smile felt like a flowering bruise, a reminder of his oxymoronic, sweet rejection.

“Your faith in me surpasses that of myself,” he retorted frivolously, making Y/N chuckle. After a pause, Obi-Wan spoke again, “How long have you worked for Senator Amidala?”

Y/N thought for a moment, adding up the years in her head. “About four years now. I hope to work for her as long as she’ll let me. She is by far the kindest boss I’ve ever had,” she laughed a bit with the thought of begging Padmé to let her stay, offering to do anything but go back to working with the other Senators.

Obi-Wan smiled to himself, eyes darting around the skyline. “She is a rarity, no doubt.”

“I’m sure you have worked with a fair few Senators. You must know how…difficult they can be.”

Obi-Wan chuckled with a sigh, seeming surprised by her admission. “Yes, I know what you mean.”

Without thinking, Y/N said what was on her mind, letting it pass through her filters as if it were a smuggler, “I’m glad you have not lost your sense of humor.”

“I need it to deal with Anakin,” he joked, now his turn to surprise Y/N.

She couldn’t stop herself from giggling girlishly, placing a hand over her mouth. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, seeing a mildly devilish look on his face.

“Your sharp tongue must get you into trouble sometimes,” she teased, pushing the limits a bit further.

Obi-Wan tilted his head a bit, shrugging slightly. “It only appears amongst friends.”

Friends. The word danced around her head, bouncing all the way to her chest, pulsing against her heartbeat. She thought that perhaps he was humoring her, throwing her a bone. He couldn’t possibly think of her as a friend, could he? Technically, they’ve only known each other a total of three days, which was far too soon to be friends. Acquaintances, yes. Friends? No. While Y/N struggled with the idea that he might just be indulging her, she was suddenly reminded of a detail of their first encounter, one which she played over and over in her head the days following: I should not have allowed myself such an indulgence.

Obi-Wan glanced back through the glass door, then back to Y/N, who didn’t notice his staring. “Do you still see those whom I met that night?” he asked.

It took a second for Y/N to understand what he meant, remembering he probably never got their names. “Oh, yes, I do. Well, some of them. I still see Ripp, whose father owned the club.”

Obi-Wan nodded, chuckling to himself, “They seemed like a lively bunch.”

Y/N laughed, thinking back to the times they had together while in school. “Yes, they were. Thankfully, we are all doing quite well for ourselves now.”

“I’d say so,” Obi-Wan said genuinely, eyes soft.

Y/N looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “Did you ever find that man?”

“I believe we did,” it sounded almost like a question, as if he wasn’t quite sure.

Y/N wanted to comment on the fact that he had told her he doesn’t forget things, but thought that it might come out wrong. Instead, she focused on the vast expanse of skyscrapers and traffic in front of her. She could sense Obi-Wan looking at her profile, resurfacing her nerves.

“You have not lost your wonder,” he said gently, almost a whisper. Suddenly, she could not stop herself from looking at him, met with his tender expression. His words confused her, throwing her off the delicate footing she had found herself on. Her mind raced with endless possibilities, attempting to decide what he expected her to do, what he wanted her to say in return.

With her breath caught in her throat, she said the only thing that came to mind, “Neither have you.”

He smiled, the kind of smile that seemed too intimate for their odd relationship. Y/N felt honored to have been on the receiving end of such a smile, especially from Obi-Wan. The gesture made her weak, pathetically chasing another look like that, completely insatiable. Amending her earlier thought, Y/N decided that if he stuck around, her truthfulness would not be the only thing to get her in trouble. It seemed as though there were a million things Obi-Wan could get her to do or say with a simple look towards her or a single suggestion. It wasn’t because he was charming or persuasive, or even because he was handsome. No, it was because he listened to her so intently, spoke to her so kindly, and seemed to remember insignificant details from a night which occurred so long ago.

Y/N fought the urge to reach out and touch this cheek, or at least his arm. She yearned to feel something which solidified his presence in front of her, anything to tell her he was real and not a ghost conjured up from her memory. His eyes would have to do for now, sparkling against the midday light, so beautiful Y/N couldn’t possibly have dreamt them.

“I envy your opinion of me,” Obi-Wan said, still soft but with an air of jest, “But I feel you may be wrong.”

She shook her head instantly, bewildered by his statement. She wondered how he could possibly think that about himself, while at the same time saying such kind things about herself.

He laughed quietly, taking his eyes from her. Mourning the loss of their clear blue color, Y/N stayed staring at face, wanting to soak up every second she had with him on the balcony, where everything seemed simple.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” she countered.

He glanced at her with a playful smirk. “For a moment I thought you had grown a bit more shy, but I see that I was wrong.”

She chuckled, feeling embarrassed by his words. Her whole body was burning hot, despite the high altitude breeze that came whipping past.

“I’ve just learned when to hold my tongue,” she joked, relaxing a bit as the intensity of the moment began to lift.

“I only wish Anakn had your skills,” he sounded serious, but Y/N could tell he was joking by his upturned lips and the crinkle on the corners of his eyes. His sarcasm was new, though it did not feel unnatural, for his wit had always been sharp as a blade. Y/N giggled to herself, thinking of Obi-Wan talking to his padawan, pestering him with father-like nagging.

“Something amusing?” Obi-Wan teased, though played it off as if it was a genuine question.

She shook her head. “No, no,” she faltered for a moment, chuckling to herself, “Are all Jedi as funny as you?”

Obi-Wan sighed as if to think it over, “Perhaps, if you get to know them.” As Y/N was beginning to get caught up in his hidden meaning, he spoke again, “Are all Senatorial aides as diligent as yourself?”

His question caught her a bit off guard, and she wondered if he had peeked into the room and seen her working. The idea sent butterflies soaring in her belly.

“No,” she laughed, “But it’s easy to be devoted when Senator Amidala is leading you.”

“You think quite highly of her,” Obi-Wan said a bit curiously.

“Yes,” she answered without thought, “I do.”

“I know how much of a gift it can be to be led by such an admirable example,” Obi-Wan said, voice a bit far off.

“You’re thinking of your master?” she asked hesitantly, hoping not to overstep her bounds. Obi-Wan nodded, though his smile had faded. His eyes, too, were not as bright as they were before. “I’m sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it-” she rambled, fearing the worst.

Obi-Wan gave her a sad smile, but his face soon turned neutral. “It’s quite alright. He died many years ago,” he confessed. Y/N felt a devastating privilege to have received such an admission, surprised that he gave it so freely.

“Oh,” she said without thinking, “I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan. I didn’t know.”

“How could you,” he said, unperturbed, the sadness on his face all but washed away. She wondered where he got his resilience, so that she could get some for herself.

“He was a good man, and a fine Jedi,” Obi-Wan began again, sounding as if he was speaking only to himself. Y/N clung to every word, hanging on tightly to anything he chose to tell her. “Though he was a bit more like Anakin than myself.”

Y/N smiled, which soon turned into a grin when Obi-Wan gave her a mischievous sideways glance. “Just think of it as practice.”

“Yes,” he chuckled, pausing for a moment, “I was lucky to have him, as I am lucky to have Anakin as my padawan,” his tone was deeply warm and full of love.

Y/N couldn’t believe that he so readily told her about his life in this way, how openly he shared small, intimate details. While his words alone were not particularly notable, the way he said them told her that he was bearing little pieces of his innermost world. She wondered how many people were lucky enough to see him like this, punishing herself for assuming that she was special in some way. Perhaps he was always this open, this unfettered in conversation. Regardless, she craved a deeper look, even if it was just a peek like a sliver of light coming through a slightly open door.

After her internal gushing over Obi-Wan’s divulgence, she noticed him looking somewhat hesitant. It was the first time he faltered since their reintroduction, his expression seeming foreign and unlike his usual self, although Y/N couldn’t deny that she wasn’t the leading expert on the matter. She cocked her head, flashing him a confused look.

“What?” she asked, clueless as to what he was thinking.

He looked down reticently, quickly bringing his eyes back to hers without any shyness. “Do you have children of your own?” he said it innocently, as if he wasn’t nervous at all.

Thinking perhaps she had misread his expression, Y/N laughed a bit at the question, “No, I do not.”

“Then you are free of that particular headache,” he chuckled, and Y/N laughed along.

“I can barely take care of myself,” she joked.

“You doubt yourself far too often,” Obi-Wan paused, watching her face, “and ignore how far you have come.”

His kindness spread through her like the tranquil waters of Corellia she used to swim in during the summer months, waves falling in a steady ebb and flow. She sighed, staring at her hands which rested on the railing. What could she possibly say to him, what words could express what she felt while also concealing the attraction which had begun to float to the surface?

Before she could think of a reply, Dormé opened the door, causing each of them to turn.

“Our meal is ready,” she said with a small smile.

“Thank you, Dormé,” Y/N replied, heading back into the apartment with Obi-Wan following behind. Padmé was already sitting at the table, along with Anakin. Y/N and Dormé sat down opposite the pair.

“Join us, Obi-Wan,” Padmé offered.

Obi-Wan looked a bit hesitant. “I’ll keep guard, milady,” he said, walking over to the entrance near the turbolift.

“Captain Typho is on watch,” Padmé insisted, “Please, come eat.”

Obi-Wan sighed, giving in quickly to Padmé’s request. He took a seat beside Anakin, directly in front of Y/N. She grew a bit nervous, forced to face him directly, but her attention was diverted as the meals were placed on the table.

“So, how did you two meet?” Padmé asked Obi-Wan and Y/N, beginning to tuck into her food. Y/N should have known the question was coming, but she was a bit bewildered nonetheless. Her mouth opened to answer, but she was at a loss for words.

“I was on a small mission here in Coruscant,” Obi-Wan began cooly, “Y/N was kind enough to offer a bit of help.”

Anakin smirked to himself as Padmé looked towards Y/N, unaware that she was currently fighting off jitters. Y/N nodded, knowing that she should speak.

“He was looking for someone, but I was no help,” she said in an even tone, picking at her meal.

“Surely something must have happened,” Anakin commented, a bit of mockery in his voice, “How else would you remember each other?”

Obi-Wan smiled, completely nonchalant. Y/N was left wondering how nervous she truly looked, hoping she was playing it as well as Obi-Wan, but seriously doubting her abilities.

“If I am remembering correctly, a friend of yours knew the man that I was searching for,” he answered, taking a bite.

“Yes,” she said with a breath, regaining her composure, “His father had kicked him out of the club some time before.”

“The club?” Anakin asked with a raised brow, a smirk playing upon his lips. Realizing her mistake, Y/N felt heat creep up her cheeks. Padmé laughed a bit, though Y/N could not tell if it was due to her reaction or Anakins.

“Yes, Anakin,” Obi-Wan clipped, side-eyeing his padawan, “You’re no stranger to them.”

Obi-Wan’s jab did not seem to affect Anakin, who looked rather pleased with himself. Y/N focused on her food, not wanting to face the eyes which were surly looking at her. Normally, she wouldn’t be embarrassed if people knew she went to clubs, especially in her younger years. However, there was something off about mentioning it in front of a Senator and two Jedi. It felt as though she had admitted to committing a strange sort of crime.

“What an odd string of fate,” Padmé said pleasantly, smiling at the others. “It is not often that we are reunited with such fleeting acquaintanceships in a city this large.”

“You are right, milady,” Obi-Wan said, seemingly unbothered by the whole ordeal.

“Yes, it is quite funny,” Y/N forced herself to say, fearing that her silence may enact suspicion.

Thankfully, no one brought it up for the rest of the meal. At first they discussed politics, though soon Obi-Wan went on to share a few stories of missions he and Anakin had gone on over the years. Y/N listened with interest, holding onto every word. Obi-Wan was an excellent storyteller, she realized, finding herself content just to hear his voice. When the meal was finished, Padmé and Dormé went to discuss the details of the plan with Obi-Wan, excusing themselves to speak privately in another room. Y/N was left with Anakin, who was to keep watch while Obi-Wan was occupied.

With her holopad in the other room, Y/N was left to kill time on her own. She walked over to the large windows, watching the speeders fly past, criss-crossing lanes along the skyline. She soon began to worry about Padmé, wishing that whoever was behind the attacks would somehow slip up and reveal themselves. It was a futile hope, but there was nothing else she could do. So deep in thought, she did not hear Anakin coming up to stand beside her.

His voice came without warning, “I have a feeling there is more to you than meets the eye.”

She jumped, placing a hand on her chest as her head whipped around to see him. He chuckled at her unease, and she gave him a weary smile. However, it soon left when she processed his words.

“What do you mean?” she asked, still a bit fretful from the scare.

He let out a slow chuckle, looking out the window instead of at her. “I know my master well, better than most. Which means I know when he is concealing the truth.”

She inhaled shakily, her hands coming together, fingers winding around with nervousness. Something in her face or tone must have slipped during lunch, letting Anakin in on her secret. She bit her lip, wondering what to say and how to deny it.

He smirked, eyeing her steadily. “Something else happened.”

She shook her head, deciding to act as if she had no clue what he was talking about. “No, it really is as simple as what he said.”

Anakin laughed again, “You are a terrible liar.”

She wanted to groan, knowing it was fruitless to play ignorant. She decided on a new game plan: tell him as little as it takes to satisfy his curiosity.

“Fine,” she surrendered, wavering a bit, “I bought him a drink. A single drink.”

Anakin stared at her, spurring her on. As she gave her a resolute look back, he raised his brows. “You know I know that's not all.”

She faltered, feeling his provocation pulling her towards his will. Unwisely, she had thought her admission would be enough for him.

“I promise not to tell my Master,” he offered.

After a long pause, she gave in, knowing he would not easily let the matter go. “We got talking, just small talk. I asked him if he’d ever been around Coruscant while he’s not working, and he said no, and I…” she trailed off, scared that she would reveal too much if she went any further.

Anakin’s eyes lit at the confession, and he let out a happy sigh. “You see, I knew my Master wasn’t as good of a padawan as he says he was,” he laughed, “He’s probably reeling, worrying that I would find out.”

She shot him an angry look, afraid that he would tell Obi-Wan of her indiscretion. Anakin rolled his eyes, waving a hand in her direction.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell, even though I want to,” he drawled, looking proud that he had gotten the secret from her. He crossed his arms over his chest, standing tall. Y/N would have been infuriated if her embarrassment wasn’t so strong. While Y/N overthought their interaction, running it over in her head until the words sounded foreign, Anakin strolled off as if nothing had happened.

She was left a bit stunned until Padmé, Dormé, and Obi-Wan emerged from the room. Obi-Wan went over to Anakin, telling him that he would have to leave. He sounded quite urgent, but his composure did not waiver. Anakin only nodded, and with that Obi-Wan left without a goodbye. Usually so polite, Y/N guessed that the matter likely pertained to the assassination attempts, which had doubled over the course of a single day.

Padmé walked over to Y/N, calm and collected as she always was.

“Y/N, you are free to go back to the Senate,” her voice was tenacious, strong-willed as always.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, milady. Would you be needing anything else from me before I leave?”

“No, that's alright,” Padmé answered with a smile, “I’m not sure when I will be in contact with you next, so give all messages to Jar Jar, who will be representing me in my absence.”

Y/N bowed, going over to her workspace to collect her things. She had a feeling Padmé would be getting ready to depart tomorrow, and it was safer for her to have Y/N know as little as possible. She was already a bit surprised they let her know that Padmé would be leaving Coruscant, though she had been working with her for some time. Y/N was warmed by the thought that the Senator trusted her so much, feeling a bit proud of the work she had done thus far.

Y/N returned to the Senate to get the rest of her work completed, not even realizing that she might never see Obi-Wan again until the end of the day. When the thought came, a wave of sadness drifted all around her, especially since she hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye. In spite of all her efforts, she felt the same as she did over a decade ago, sitting on the bench in the Plaza as Obi-Wan faded into the crowd. It was stupid, foolish, and entirely immature, but her mind could not release its hook from their conversation on the balcony. She went over every word, every expression, each twitch of the lips. Instead of pushing the memory away as she should, she held it tighter, embracing it with open arms. It only appears amongst friends. You have not lost your wonder. You doubt yourself far too often, and ignore how far you have come. I don’t easily forget, I don’t easily forget, I don’t easily forget. It was if his words were echoing around the empty office, fading out into space only to begin once more. The letters rolled on top of each other, spinning into a melodious song sung in his pleasant voice.

As she left work, she walked slowly down the wide corridors of the Senate building, arms limp at her sides. A haze of melancholy enveloped every step, dulling the click of her shoes against the polished stone floor. During the taxi ride home, she looked out of the window like she always did, following the lines of the buildings with her eyes, locking onto a particular point until it was lost in her peripheral. The noise of the city outside was dulled in her ears, as if she was listening underwater. She thought of Obi-Wan, his copper hair, his aquamarine eyes, then dismissed it, back and forth into oblivion. She told herself it was not by fate that they met again, that his words were simply friendly and meant nothing, though her efforts were in vain. Every irrational bone in her body overpowered her feeble attempts to break them or expose their falsehoods. It was a losing battle, so she pushed it off as best she could, telling the soldiers it could wait until morning.

Her head pounded to the beat of the alarm clock like a punishment for the day before. Turning off the vexatious beeping, she headed straight for the ‘fresher to take some pills for the pain. She shook her head at herself in the mirror, tsking her half-witted hope that somehow Obi-Wan would fall for her again. Even if he did happen to feel the same, he was older now, not so impulsive. He’d never let the past repeat itself. Y/N had to remind herself that she was an adult now too, that she would have to get over her childish infatuation and move on. It wasn’t as if she’d never dated anyone since then. They were never quite like him, though.

In order to regain some sense of normalcy, she went about her routine in the same way she always did. When it was time to dress, she found herself staring into her closet at all the clothes she had hanging there, her nice outfit piled in the hamper. She chuckled at her ridiculous decision to wear what she did the day before, somehow thinking that it was important to look nice for a man she could never have.

The taxi ride to the Senate was longer than usual, traffic congested but thankfully never completely stalled. It was only a few hours into the day and already it was turning out awful, though Y/N’s patience was thin to start out with. Unlike the previous evening, she walked quickly through the Senate to her office, giving the people she passed a cordial, but somewhat frigid smile. She didn’t know if she’d be able to get through the pleasantries of “how are you?” or “nice to see you again”, thinking it better just to get to her office and hole up there until she was ready to go back home. On the bright side, today her mind would remain busy with work, unable to muse over other things.

Only a few people popped into the office that morning, mostly for a quick word and nothing more. It was a blessing that everyone was incredibly swamped as well, unable to take any down time to chat. Every once in a while, when Y/N wondered if Padmé was off planet yet, or something came in mentioning the assassination, she was practically forced into thinking about Obi-Wan. With how much he was likely occupied, she thought it would be highly improbable that he was thinking of her at all, even in passing. His work was important, far more important than her own, demanding diligent, careful attention. Despite these small reminders of him, they did not stick around like they had last night, remaining fleeting and pulled from her mind when she looked back at her holopad.

It was the afternoon, the sun over its peak, slowly descending over the city. A ray shined through the curtainless window, specks of dust revealed in the air which looked almost like falling snow. Deep in thought, Y/N jumped as the door wooshed open, her head shooting up from the holopad. As she looked at the door, her breath caught in her throat, making it feel as though she had forgotten how to breathe. There in her office, Obi-Wan was standing, his brown robe skimming the floor, eyes wide as if he was surprised by his own entrance. Y/N stood abruptly, her chair pushing out behind her and bumping the wall.

“Obi-Wan,” she said in shock, or perhaps as a question. He took a step into the room, then went to take another, though stopped in his tracks.

“Y/N, I,” he paused, swallowing, “I never got a chance to say goodbye. I’m leaving now, and I am unsure as to when I will return.”

“Oh,” was all she could muster, still paralyzed and unmoving.

He looked down for a moment, hands clasped together. “It’s been a pleasure,” he said with a small smile. She didn’t return it, still too stunned to do anything but stare at him. Obi-Wan promptly turned and left, the door closing behind him.

She just stood there, her thoughts a thousand miles high. She questioned if Obi-Wan had really just come into the office or if it was a figment of her imagination, created by her night-long mulling over of the day before. Her breaths remained shallow as her thoughts caught up to themselves, their summersaults ending with a finale of fireworks erupting between her ears. She was baffled by his entrance, completely unaware of his motives. Gradually, all else dropped away but her need to find Obi-Wan, to ask him if had really come back only to say goodbye, or if he had something else to say. Her mind willed her legs to move, but they stayed still, frozen in time.

“Come on,” she whispered to herself, not hearing her own voice, “run.”

With that her body finally obeyed, and she rushed to the door, huffing as she pressed the button to open it. Her feet carried her flying down the hall, not noticing the people who stopped to stare at her along the way. She skirted around every corner, the white walls and metal doors a single blur like the swipe of a wide paintbrush. When she came upon the exit to the landing platforms, it was as if the wide door was encased in the glowing light of a new sun, calling her to come through to the other side. Thankfully, the door was motion censored, saving her the precious few seconds that would be needed to open it. As she emerged, the sun shined in her eyes, and she placed a hand on her forehead as a shield. Frantically, she looked around for Obi-Wan, scanning every ship for movement, only to find every ship near to her vacant.

In the distance, she saw the loading ramp of a ship descend, euphoric at the sight of Obi-Wan’s brown robe. She began running towards him, sprinting faster as she saw him beginning to board. Fearing that she would be too late, she called out his name. Obi-Wan's face was hidden within the ship, though she could see him stop. He looked down and saw her, though Y/N wasn’t close enough to tell the details of his expression. As she neared, the realization of what she was doing set in, bringing about a wave of uncertainty. However, it washed away when she saw Obi-Wan’s face.

She stood at the base of the ramp, panting from her impromptu workout. She locked her eyes with Obi-Wan’s, which were soft, brilliantly gleaming as they stared across her face. Her once racing mind was all but empty, filled only with the serene happiness of having caught Obi-Wan before he took off. Neither she or Obi-Wan said a word, though he smiled thoughtfully like he had a secret. Stars, he must think I’m some kind of crazy person.

Despite her lack of shame or uneasiness, she fumbled with her words, not knowing how to express what she wanted to.

“I,” she began, a doting smile beginning to peek through, “I feel like this is completely foolish,” she paused, bringing her hands up to her face for a moment, “Stars, I just can’t let you leave without telling you.”

“Tell me what?” he murmured, his smile growing slightly more noticeable.

Her gaze drifted from his, overwhelmed by her boiling face and heart which was beating so fast she ought to be concerned. Even though she had thought about doing this all last night, running over what she would say and what she would do, the reality of it was unfamiliar territory. She was flying blind, attempting to find anything that could point her in the right direction.

Finding a bit of courage left, she glanced back into her eyes, crystal blue and clear. Within them she saw something new, the knowledge of what he was thinking in this very moment. Without another word or thought, she leapt up the ramp towards him, following all the instincts she had at her disposal. Throwing her arms around his neck, she crashed her lips to his, a sparkling fuzz running down her spine and into her limbs. Much differently than last time, Obi-Wan did not hesitate to return her kiss, falling into it along with her. He held her body to his, pulling her a bit off of the floor and fully into his embrace. Their lips moved as if they had kissed a thousand times, synchronized in each other's affection. She felt the tickle of his beard against her cheek, his hands gripping her waist tighter as she gasped.

Breathless, she pulled away, only enough to suck in a gulp of much needed hair. Obi-Wan did the same, breath uneven and shaky as if he had just been in battle. Y/N stared into his eyes, watching as their surprise settled into something else, something tender. A blush had formed upon his cheeks, peeking out from his beard and dotting across his nose. The rush in her ears was gone, replaced by the low hum of the ship and the soft sound of her hands upon his robes. She held him tighter, dreading the moment when she would finally have to let go.

“Will I see you later?” she asked, not bothering to disguise her pleading and desperate tone. She didn’t know what she was expecting him to do, but his wide grin pleasantly surprised her.

“Yes,” he said with a long exhale, studying her face. She grew warm with the attention, even though they had just done much more than look at each other. Something about his gaze was always so intense, more passionate than she could easily handle. It was as if flustering her came naturally to him, like he was born to make her shy.

Finally, he slowly set her down, and she relaxed her beskar-like grip she had on his shoulders. Her hands settled on his chest briefly before falling down at her sides, already missing his touch. She was unsure what to say, but as usual, Obi-Wan was not at a similar loss for words.

“Perhaps it is the absence, but you’ve grown even more beautiful,” the fondness of his voice did not escape her, bringing about a buzzing feeling in her stomach.

She felt her knees nearly buckle, growing impossibly weak at his words. With them, all her fears and worries about herself subsided, and she felt like the most beautiful person in the galaxy. Forcing herself not to look down at her feet, she gave Obi-Wan a sickly sweet smile, agonized by how much she cared for him in so little time. He was smiling as well, pleased by her total disarmament. She longed to tell him how handsome he was, how well he had grown into himself, but she felt the time quickly slipping away. Knowing he needed to leave soon, she stepped back, still grinning ear to ear. She bit her lip, giddy with the reemergence of her clandestine romance, now with the promise that Obi-Wan wasn’t gone for good.

“Be safe,” she said softly, making her way partly down the ramp. Obi-Wan chuckled, looking self assured as he stood in the entrance of his ship.

“I always am,” he answered, voice smooth and warm like Gatalentian tea.

Mustering up every bit of her willpower she had, Y/N turned and walked down the ramp and into the landing platform. The ramp closed behind her, and she rushed off near the entrance of the Senate building. She watched as the ship powered up, rising into the air before zooming away all too quickly. It was bitter to watch him leave, though their parting felt parsecs different than the last time. From all she knew about him, Obi-Wan was not in the habit of lying, and her chances of seeing him again were close to certain. With his ship out of sight, Y/N dreamily walked back into the Senate, feeling light as a feather.

#obi wan x reader #obi wan/reader #star wars x reader #Obi Wan Kenobi x reader #star wars prequels #Obi Wan Kenobi/reader #star wars fluff #obi wan fanfiction #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction

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gazeofseer · 1 year ago

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Your Dream Versus Reality

Yesterday the free reading I offered I saw how much there is a gap in between what people want, what awaits next for them and this had a calling in me that everyone was waiting..

No action, no blockages were there but the reading was quite floating and it was hard to ground them as if I am doing reading for the passing wind..

Even Divine alignment is important the what keeps you restless and numb? find out in today's general reading as I am doing this to ground few messages I felt for the collective energy here at my feed

Images from Pinterest.

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Song : Say Yes to Heaven by Lana del Rey 'I have got my eyes on you'

Dreams : The world in your head is happening somewhere on the basis of your expectation and you know disappointment gives birth to such things this blocks your will, desire and intent there is a great gap in here, what you intent is not what you are actually dreaming about I see you want to buy a book or journal 'But your expectations are playing out on, no someone should gift me so they will also feel the way I feel about my life and what is the point of writing when my life is so boring' expectations are like sharp edged cutters it can shape and can also kill the ideas of it.

You are having dreams about swimming lately, moving your hands somewhere, or someone at you in the alley of your way to home, you nerves are feeling cold you want to hug or hit someone badly, you are having a bad sleeping routine where you are constantly thinking, you are escaping and avoiding day to day chores and sailing away like nothing touches or passes through you anymore and those sighs are so exhausting to led tears of storms but not single drop of it falls down, so you gulp on it

Reality : Wow, you have cheerful people I see people hugging you and especially your mom oh she looks some great food, and your best friends you keep texting you, and the guy who wants to message you is still waiting for your response also the cat you meet on the way is looking at you, your reality is already made with agony small little hurts especially mockeries is what affects you mentally is creating a fallacy of fear to treated as a clown and someone for granted so you throwing tantrums and attitude as it it will fix them all, it won't..Find power in being vulnerable kiss your mom's forehead and know that she have tears too, call your friend and know that she was so worried about you, connect with new people and know things you had unknown about yourself, stop running away, the more you will, the more heavy it may feel.

'Missing on life is not the best defence skill, living it to the fullest is the best way to offend the dead'

Confirmation : You fell down today morning, your sandal is broke, there is a little scar you got recently, blue and yellow makes you happy, you are having so much of notifications, the cats, there is something special about the alley.

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Song : Falling by Harry Styles What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around?

Dreams : You have nightmares recently as if someone is dying, your dream speaks of fears you have accumulated all these years especially, fear of intimacy and touch, you might have dreams about running naked and then people are looking at you but all you do is try to hide under the open sky, this is a sign of losing vulnerability. There is so much of pain which is forming a gloomy head full of thoughts and visions like that, but if see through it clear you crave for love that is safe 'I see bad influence of friends like you are the one guilty for being a part of a bully gang kind of people you are'

'You love sitting in corners, on soft things white is your favourite color, you want love that comforts you and does not consumes you anymore is why you dream a lot about holding hands with your dream person under the moonlight but the nightmare begins when you feel it, the hand slips or you think the same hand raises to kill or hit you away, stop sleeping with open hair braid it.

Reality : Calm down, you do not have to cost yourself to form friendships and relationships anymore stop taking a toll on people's actions on your part of living anymore let them take responsibility, blaming is not necessary if you see the chance call them out, confront, you should not let people walk over you and expect them to give you hand for the same, understand this do not reflect their negative patterns on yourself before it becomes your belief take the action these are petty fights and argument but remember, this is the time to let yourself be vulnerable and brave if you miss here big things will start smudging over you.

Confirmation : Argued with someone in authority, had a argument this morning, resilience to their behaviour towards you, loud voices shuts your strength to speak, crying in the corners, wanting to scream, tolerance, naive, work on your throat and heart chakra it will help you find strength.

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Song : ilomilo by Billie Eilish Told you not to worry But maybe that's a lie Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?

Dreams : What a perfect person you are in your head ? bossing, controlling and taking over the places procrastinating a pending assignment and calling people out for their mistakes while missing your very owns, there is a skit running your mind that you play, pause, and resume accordingly as you want to plead away your egocentric beliefs and idea around being perfect then others.

Reality : You are grown in such a family for which status and image becomes something near to pride and life somewhat but that keeps you in the loop of your generational ideologies you live a joint group of family of society where they have constant check on you because you give them that piece of information, everyone says I know how this person he/she is always and never like that..

Kills your authentic life nothing bounds it, you have addiction somewhat which cools down your aches but the moment you are awake panic.

Confirmation : Fear of getting caught off guard, you are weird, you love sauce on rice and snacks in soups, there is beast in you while you are playing to be the beauty, you need balance in life, toxic culture growth, learn, and find a mid ground to live.

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Note : I hope this reading helps and resonates well as general reading is not completely relatable only few parts of it does also as per the energy of yours and guess what I am off for another week !

#divination #pyschic reading #intuitivereading #divine guidance #general reading #dreams #pac reading #wisdom #writing #gratitude #free tarot reading #tarot witch

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mercurial-thrills · 4 months ago

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What The Social Dilemma Taught Me About Social Media Habits

Reposting this despite being a writing blog because I think it's still so important. Written before X changed its name.

I have never been one to use social media to a huge extent.

Maybe I played online games when I was younger, to an obsessive point. Maybe I looked on the computer often and obsessively watched videos of my interests on Youtube. I went on Wattpad often and other sites people would not consider "typical" social media. It's how I got my daily dose of social interaction and joy from my interests.

In general, I have never been one to use social media in an intense way. It started at the same time as the pandemic, when the world brought more free time to the population of non-essential workers and students working from home.

I became more obsessed with it, not in the typical way of the amount of likes my tweets received. In a way where I would constantly look at what was being said about my favourite creators. I would watch people who criticized them as well as those who insulted them. I excessively checked certain Twitter accounts as well as forums criticizing people, which brought me temporary joy in the months of November and December. I wanted to get my happiness fix somehow.

Then, I watched The Social Dilemma in class. This documentary, probably put on by the teacher to convince us to use our phones less, changed my entire thoughts on social media and the role it should play in my life.

I remember talking to the teacher about my thoughts on the documentary, and the specifics of what my social media knows about me. As well, I explained how when I installed Pinterest onto my phone, it gave me recommendations for pins relating to blonde hair, blue eyes, brown hair, and green eyes. I

First and foremost, I learned I no longer wanted to socialize with others through social media. I already had ways to communicate with other people. Talking on the phone, texting, and using instant messaging platforms like Discord are some ways to stay connected to others without social media. In fact, they are preferable if a user does not want to reap the harmful effects of social media.

Another aspect is how it made me recognize my role in this generation as being part of a statistic. The documentary, near the beginning, stated students were getting their driver's licenses at later dates. I take this with a grain of salt, as many avid social media users are getting their driver's license as soon as they can. I have reasons as to why I have not received a driver’s license, especially in this time of pandemic. However, it reminds me of the different milestones I may not meet as a teenager if I let my social media habits consume me.

In the end, the documentary reminded me of how I needed to spend my time on social media sparingly. I saw the impacts it had on my life. I saw how it impacted my procrastination. Though any kind of blockages towards doing non-Internet activities do not end at the end of social media, it removes most distractions and I can manage the rest.

The most important aspect of social media is to acknowledge what you require in life. As a student who has been taught how to interact with future employers on social media, I know it can be used for productive purposes. I know as a writer, it may be necessary to create a personal brand and promote your novel as a self-published author.

It may be the sole place a young student can interact with their friends. They could use Twitter to find relevant information about certain topics. They could use Instagram to help support one of their friends who wants to gain a following on their Youtube channel. The documentary has specifically outlined ways to fight against the harm of social media.

Overall, the best decision is to listen to different perspectives on social media. Some people may have statements to refute what I’ve said in this blog post. I believe social media can do more harm than good, but it has opened countless opportunities for people to promote their work and create a following for jobs and hobbies.

#non-writing #social media #social media habits #the social dilemma #twitter #tumblr #instagram #youtube #this is the reason i left tumblr for the first time #but now i'm back #mostly for blogging purposes #documentary #blog post #introspective

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marbledew · 2 months ago

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okay so I’ve been tagged a couple times so I’ll just tag here instead or rbing those

@aristarxs my love, my ROMANTIC wife, girlfriend, partner, best friend, close friend, good friend, shoulder to cry on. you made me happy, more than happy, more than I can Putin to words. I love you so much. we’ll work through everything darling, and I’m so sorry for any time I made you think I hate you or you don’t make me happy or anything- you do. your body comes to me in my sleep (is that quoted right?). I love you forever- and I’ll write a letter in response to yours from a month ago. I’ll get it to you soon, my star

@wet-leaf my other girlfriend- hehehe. I love you sosososoo much you make me so happy. I know you’re probably messaging me rn, and I’m sorry I can’t respond while writing this- please sleep, it’s like 2am for you. I can cuddle with you. I love you, you make me happy, I was smiling the whole time we were talking this morning

@djs-setdeck haiii! yet another girlfriend, hehe. promise this is the last one (kinda). you make me very happy, my robot girl. I hope you had a great new years- I’m sorry I fell asleep last night before messaging you. kisses from Chicago

@nanochittle SPOUSE :D! you make me sosososo happy and I’m so glad we talked those months ago, I’m so glad we became friends then best friends and now partners- moving over to you asap :3 /hsrs

@walking-at-nighttime-is-the-life friendo :3. sorry for being weird and awkward and bad at talking but you really do make me happy, and safe and understood. BOOP >:3

@mayhem-moth it feels like we’ve known eachother for a while, probably because I’ve changed a lot since we met, and you saw me through it all. you were one of the first people there for me, ilysm /p and thank you so much for helping me be happy

@virtualcoffeemoon I love the links you send- very helpful, lifesaving. you make me so happy, ALSO CHECK YOUR PINTEREST MESSAGES I SENT YKU PINS

@ilov3b00kss0much MY LITTLE SIBLING!!!!! ilysm, I’ll grab you something next time I get snacks- we can watch a movie and gossip. thanks for being here <3

@pinnakoladda my first mutual, first tumblr friend- we don’t talk a lot and that’s sad, but you make me happy. I’d love to see some emo bands with you sometime, bring that guy who’s name I keep forgetting- love you /p

@123letsgobestie you’re texting me right now and I said I was writing something, but since I’m late on my monthly thing, I’ll message you one selerately- hehe

@2zam @jaiden-says-hai y’all are both irl friends I’ve know for years, so I don’t know if it makes sense to tag you here- but you have made me happy, so thank you so much- I love y’all. hugs and kisses

and many more! I didn’t tag everyone and if I didn’t tag you im sososo sorry, I was thinking about you- love y’all! let’s stay together in 2025

@ollie-arts67 @thebritishdragon @lemonboywriter @daydreamnightshade @monsterartt @ashmeertheimp @bl0si @oddlyvoid @echofall @lemonboywriter @lost-terrorzz @psychoaddison @dynamicsimp @pittdpeaches @keykittygirl @kyri45 @peasantflour @all my moots :3

Idc if I dropped this in your ask box yet :3

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gay4ddlovato · 2 days ago

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So since more people are finding my tumblr and my stories, I figured I’d share some stuff about me here like I do on my wattpad in my bio.

I am extremely private due to my shyness but I do like to share some stuff about me so here’s just a little about ME! (😉)

- 🌸 gayforddlovato on wattpad 🌸

- I love Taylor Swift more than anything in the world 🫶🏻🩷

- BLACKPINK is my absolute favorite kpop group. I got into kpop after listening to D4 in 2019 and have been a blink ever since. I’ve fallen in love with many other groups but they remain my ults. 6 years and counting 🖤🩷. I’m also OT4, though Lisa does have my heart (currently. It’s SO hard to choose a bias when they’re all so incredible.)

- I’ve been a swiftie since debut. But I promise I’m not old 😃🥰🙈 when I say that, I feel like people assume I’m much older than I actually am. However, I was actually just very little when I became a swiftie. Will be forever & always ♾️🩷

- reputation is my favorite era and album of all time though these days I seem to be more in my evermore era. I tend to find my way back there most days. That & TTPD. I can be a sad girl sometimes & those albums / eras tend to encapsulate me and my emotions flawlessly.

- I saw Taylor on the rep tour in 2018, saw Demi Lovato on the tell me you love me tour the same year, have seen 5sos a couple of times, and I’ve seen (G)I-DLE 4x.

- At one of the (G)I-DLE performances, back at the jingle ball, Yuqi saw my shirt that had her on it. Was an unforgettable experience that I’ll never take for granted. I adore her so much 💓

- Taehyung (BTS) is my ult bias 💜 the deep voice, the visuals, the way he writes, his personality… I could go on forever honestly.

- Other kpop biases I have: Yuqi, Yeji, Jihyo, Bang Chan & Hyunjin & Felix (I can’t pick!), OT4 aespa but winter biased mostly, Hwasa, Sakura & Yunjin, Lily, Yunho & Seonghwa & Mingi, Manon, Rei, Aisha, Irene, Jurin, and Seeun

- Other fandoms I belong to (that aren’t kpop or Taylor) : Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Miley Cyrus, JackSepticEye, 5sos, Ariana Grande, Billie Eilish, Gracie Abrams, Sabrina Carpenter, One Direction (Niall is my favorite, rip Liam 😔💔), Little Mix (OT3), Olivia Rodrigo

- Other kpop groups & soloists I love: kiss of life (OT4), brown eyed girls, Sunmi, IU, BabyMonster (Ruka biased), Enhypen, TXT, WJSN, kep1er (Dayeon biased)

- I love horror films. Any films from the scream franchise is my absolute favorite

- I could lay in bed and binge-watch friends, the Big Bang theory, the golden girls, pretty little liars, law & order, the simpsons, full house, & family matters all day every day if I could 🛌🥔

- favorite songs from each Taylor album would be: tied together with a smile, don’t you, never grow up, I bet you think about me, say don’t go, so it goes…, ME!, illicit affairs, tolerate it, Paris, but daddy I love him

- I’m slowly posting some of my works from my wattpad here but that’s the main place you can find me 🤍

- wattpad doesn’t allow messages, it’s not me, I promise. Feel free to ask me anything here or you could leave comments on my message board on wattpad if you want

- my other socials are listed on my wattpad and will always include my username (sometimes with a 4 if I forget my info for my regular username). I will list them here though too for you all so you can connect with me on other socials!

- Apple Music: gay4ddlovato

- Twitter: gay4ddlovato

- Bluesky: gay4ddlovato.bsky.social

- Pinterest: gay4ddlovato

- IG: gay4ddlovato

- my backup account on wattpad: gayforddlovatobackup

- Please be respectful and do not steal my work. I will find out if you do one way or another. If not me, my readers often find my work when it’s stolen and inform me. I will take action by reporting you and if necessary, I will file copyright claims. Make things easy on both you & I and just don’t steal my work ☺️

- I promise I’m very friendly! Feel free to chat with me on here about whatever! Requests you have, ask about my cats, tell me about your day, tell me your favorite artist, songs you can’t get out of your head, music recommendations you may have, whatever is fine! I’m very shy IRL but I’m not when it comes to my writing platforms so you can talk to me about anything you want.

- ^ however, please keep things appropriate. I’ve gotten weird messages from people before. No, I’m not sending you weird photos or giving you private info about myself such as my age or my location. I am not interested in signing up for your writing sites, selling my work to you, or moving to your new platform entirely. Please don’t ask for those things.

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Hello, I watched one of your youtube videos just as you suggested to me yesterday. I watched “My message to women who love villains (in my personal experience, JJBA)” . This was interesting since I myself struggle talking and communicating over my hyperfixations and special interests.

When It comes to something very dear to me like my hyperfixations and special interests I can’t handle the fear of getting judged or bullied over It. I am aware It is most likely related to how I’ve been treated by a certain person I’m close to in my childhood who would make fun of the way I used to draw every time they saw It, the environment itself where I’m from Is also pretty judgemental sadly, I’ve been trying my best to get out of my own comfort zone but sometimes It’s too much, I’m not speaking of my family but the society.

A character that I really love yet I dislike at the same time, Joseph Joestar, his charm makes me happy but his flaws and selfishness that hurts those around him makes me upset, but that’s what makes him a great character. I have mixed feelings about him, when I found out about the cheating It felt like getting a hit. A character that I admire does something that I hate, I did not feel happy about It and I felt really bad for Suzi Q especially, she had every right to be upset.

Joseph is still awesome but his flaws that is what makes him a whole character, as much that I dislike him In a certain way I understand that he is just a fictional character, I’m allowed to enjoy him even with the bad things he have done, just as you said in your video, but a question, if this starts to become unhealthy It would be the best to take a break and stay away from this character, right? Just asking out of curiosity, I’m myself not in that situation just to clarify.

About the low esteem, I agree with you, I myself struggle with this sometimes, but I don’t talk badly about my favs, I just dodge the bullet and avoid talking about them with people I feel like they would make fun of me, well sometimes I do but not that often. People are allowed to like fictional characters even if they are evil, because they are not real.

Hi, thank you so much for your ask and your time taking it to write to me. Much appreciated. As a woman who struggled with low self-esteem and had been on both sides of the spectrum in the JoJo series when it comes to full confidence and self-doubt. I have fictophilia. I openly embrace it; I grew up in a house fully embracing it with no arguments or judgement. My brother teased me when I was young but in no way did I see him ever mock me or scold me or try to berate me in any way. My past partners let me embrace it, as does the love of my life. So in spite of the doubts I believe a good support system is a good grounding foundation to start for good self-esteem and self-worth. Now. As you've mentioned about flaws. Everyone has them; every character. But the flaws should not be so much causing doubt as much as people who may exploit them. Let's take Dio for example. He is, by all means, charming, confident, highly masculine, thrumming with power, self-assuredness, control and prowess. However, he's also narcissistic, a megalomaniac and has psychopathic traits rooted from childhood trauma. Those flaws are what blend him into what makes him one of the most iconic villains, or of anime of all time. These factors, however, never troubled me for as long as 20 years. Undisturbed. And then on Pinterest as I get onto social media to reunite with my beloved series, it is covered with fans now exploiting him and saying derogatory things, holding no respect, no appreciation, false interpretations, and as I talked about in the video, showing low self-worth and low self-esteem. The love is not genuine; it's hypersexual or hyperfdixation. None of these are what I thrived on. It became a land of confusion, doubt, and wondering if I still deserve him, if I'm a bad person, if I am just obsessed with a vampire who has Anti-Social Personality Disorder who wasted 20 years of my life when I was with him. The doubts hammered to the point of me giving away a statue; thank god my dear friend @feel-the-fire held on to it and trusted that I was "not okay" and waited for me to regain myself. So for your case with Joseph, it could be the environment, or your thoughts, but remember you're always in charge. Empower your mind, empower your heart, and give yourself the security you need, and if the doubts are from you and not outside, you must self-reflect on why, and how to repair it.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #personal #self care #dio brando #dio jojo #dio jjba #joseph joestar #jojo #self confidence #self love #self improvement #self esteem #self worth #self awareness

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smoooothoperator · 7 months ago

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What Was I Made For?

17: Happier Than Ever

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: Charles pov, fluff, Athena

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My heart was light, soaring with excitement like never before.

I missed Dafne over the week. I missed waking up next to her. I missed kissing her, holding her, feeling the kicks of our baby.

During the training camp in the Dolomites, I couldn’t forget the image of Dafne’s sad eyes as I left. Her absence was like a persistent ache that followed me everywhere.

“Promise me you will call every night” she whispered softly, with her head nestled against my chest and her arm wrapped around me. “That you will be safe”

“You don't have to worry, Dafne” I whispered back, kissing her head. “I will be safe, won't do stupid things and make sure to come back”

“You promise?” she mumbled, looking up at me.

“I promise, my love” I smiled, kissing her forehead. “I'll always come back”

The last day of my stay in the Dolomites, she called, and for the first time she opened her heart for me, talking about what she concerns and what is troubling her. And in that moment I wished she was with me, that she told me everything in person, because watching her cry through the screen of my phone broke my heart.

That's the reason why I wanted to have a special day with her, to have a date with her. Discovering the gender of our baby, alone, was something we needed.

I saw people taking pictures of me while I drove around Monaco, some of them stopped when they saw me get out of Dafne's car, walking towards me to take pictures or asking me to sign things. And all of them had amazing and cheerful words for me and Dafne.

“What made you this happy?” she teased, looking at me through the mirror.

“Some fans stopped me to take pictures and they cheered for me and Dafne. I even recorded them saying those words to show Dafne the video” I smiled. “Oh, that today we are going to find out the gender of the baby”

“What? But aren't you two supposed to make a gender reveal with the family and friends?” she gasped. “You little liar!”

“I know, we will!” I laughed, feeling how my mom pinched my cheek. “But… Lately Dafne has been feeling down. It's hard for her this new life and I wanted to do something meaningful for her”

“And you think finding the gender will make her feel better?” she sighed. “Charles… Things are not as simple as that”

“I know it, mom” I sighed. “But… She has trust issues. With me. She doesn't trust me how I wanted, yet. And even if I'm making everything easier for her, taking care of her… I feel that I have to do more, try harder. She's… I don't know how to explain it because I don't want to sound dramatic, but I think the pregnancy and everything that comes with it might give her depression”

My mom stopped using the scissors and placed them on the small table next to her. She placed her hands on my shoulders and sighed, looking at me through the mirror, again.

“It is true that what will come next will be hard” she nodded. “You have to be there, next to her, all the time. You have to show her that you really care, that you want the kid”

“I want the kid, mom” I whisper. “I wanted it since the moment I knew about it”

“You will have to make sacrifices, Charles” she sighed. “You will have to take decisions that will make you have to choose between the good of the team or your family”

A lump formed in my throat as I nodded, the weight of her words sinking into my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in my head.

Job or family. A championship or my child. Wins or the woman I love. Sacrifices.

“Will you tell me the gender?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, no” I laughed. “You are not supposed to know that we will discover it today”

“Mhm, sure” she laughed.

I took a deep breath and smiled weakly.

Sacrifices.

The season is yet to start and I have to choose how I will act. I want to give my everything, win for Dafne. I want to make her proud. But… I want to be in every milestone of our kid. I want to be on every appointment she has, I want to be in those classes of birth preparation, I want to be there when our kid comes to the world.

I want to be a family man. But I want to win, too.

“I'm sure you'll find the perfect balance” my mom smiled, kissing the back of my head after she finished cutting my hair.

“Yeah… I hope so” I sighed, smiling weakly.

I got up and hugged my mom tightly, kissing her cheeks before heading out of her hair salon. I have to stop by my apartment and get changed and leave her car in the garage, next to the identical car I own butin black.

When I walked in my apartment and went to my bedroom I smiled, taking a deep breath when I noticed that somehow her perfume was still there, even if it already happened some weeks since she came.

I took a deep breath, opening my wardrobe and finding a pink shirt. Pink, because I really want to have a little Dafne.

I looked around and took a deep breath, going to the cupboard and opening the drawers. Inside one of them, there was a blue box, with the gift I had bought for her birthday but never had the chance of giving it to her.

I opened the box, smiling weakly at it.

I have to fix things. Is the last thing I can do.

Three months have passed since that night, since the day I knew I ruined things with her.

But I needed to stop the war. I was determined to raise the white flag and ask for a truce, telling her that I give up in this fight we have been keeping up since forever.

Today, 6th of December, is Dafne's birthday.

I saw the people around the hospitality getting the upstairs floor ready for her, decorating the tables and putting her favorite snacks on plates. Her family arrived with a cake for her, but no one saw her yet.

“Where is Dafne?” I asked her older sister Erica.

“Oh, she'll come soon” she sighed. “She had to go to the airport to pick up Sebastian”

“Who?” I frowned, feeling a knot on my chest.

“Sebastian” she repeated. “The man she's going out with”

“Oh” I sighed, swallowing thickly. “She's… Dating him?”

“I'm sure they will, soon” she nodded. “Why?”

“Oh, nothing” I swallowed thickly.

I started to doubt if she ever wanted to talk to me ever again, feeling how she already passed a page on our story, if we ever had one.

When she walked into the hospitality and went upstairs, everyone started to cheer for her. But the only thing I could see was how that man, the so-called Sebastian, looked at her the same way I look at her whenever she's not looking, and how he hugs her and kisses her head. But what buried deeper the knife on my chest was watching how she smiled at him and how he smiled at her.

And somehow, the box inside of my backpack was useless in that moment. Somehow, the words on my mind were empty, worthless.

I took a deep breath and sighed, shaking my head trying to erase that memory. That's the past.

I grabbed the box and put it on my backpack, getting ready to leave to go to the airport.

Things are going to be okay. Dafne and I are going to be okay.

The three-hour flight dragged like an eternity. My leg bounced restlessly, and all I could think about was landing. I pictured myself walking through the exit door, flowers in hand, and seeing Dafne’s smile, maybe even kissing her.

The smile started to grow on my lips slowly, waiting until the flight attendants said that it was safe to leave the plane.

I walked around the terminal, searching for somewhere I could buy her something. I smiled when I found a flower shop, walking towards it and searching around the store to find her favorite flower.

“Oh, is there something you like?” the lady asked.

“Do you have carnations?” I asked. “My… My girlfriend likes them”

“Oh, carnations” she smiled. “Red?”

“Yeah” I nodded.

“Carnation… It holds a beautiful meaning, you know?” the woman said, walking around her store and collecting the flowers. “Love, devotion, fascination… The red carnations mean romantic love and affection”

Her words made my heart quicken, each syllable a reminder of how much I love Dafne.

“Then it's the perfect flower” I smiled, grabbing the bouquet she made.

“You might love that girl so much” she smiled.

“Oh, I do” I smiled. “She's the mother of my child. The best thing that happened to me”

“Mhm, you do sound in love” she smiled.

“I am” smiled.

I walked out of the store after paying, following everyone who was walking towards the exit door. Just thinking that she's waiting for me makes me walk faster and faster.

When the door opened in front of me and I saw her, I couldn't stop smiling. But as I walked closer to her watching how she was hugging herself and biting her lip nervously, I tried to slow down and walk calmly towards her.

“Her, my love” I smiled, giving her the flowers and kissing her forehead.

“O-oh… Thank you” she smiled weakly looking at the flowers. “You didn't have to”

“I wanted to” I smiled, kissing her forehead again. “How… How are you?”

“Eh… Yeah, good” she mumbled. ,

“Love, is everything okay?” I frowned, worried. She was barely smiling. “Hey…”

“Let's go back home” she sighed, walking away towards the elevators.

Definitely, there's something wrong.

I sighed, walking next to her and reaching for her hand. I held it tightly, rubbing soft my thumb over her knuckles. I could feel she was nervous, looking around with her head facing the floor.

“Dafne, are you okay?” I whispered.

“Don't worry” she sighed.

We walked towards the car, my car. And in that moment, alone in the parking lot, I could see her. She is wearing a pink dress and her belly is a little bigger than last week.

“You look so gorgeous, Dafne” I whispered, walking towards her and holding her hands. “So beautiful, so…”

“Can we please go home?” she insisted, nervous. “Please”

“Hey, what is wrong?” I frowned, cupping her cheeks and making her look at me. “Dafne, tell me what's wrong?”

“I…” she sighed, swallowing thickly. “I couldn't find Athena this, neither last night”

“Hey” I sighed, rubbing her cheeks. “She will be okay, yeah? Maybe she slept all night inside a wardrobe and she couldn't listen”

“I know, but…” she swallowed thickly.

“Love” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “Athena is okay, I promise. Now, can you smile, please?”

She took a deep breath and looked at me, holding my wrists and sighing. There was still that worry in her eyes, but after she looked into my eyes, I could see the little relief.

“I missed you, so much” she finally said, wrapping her arms around me, and I could feel her belly too.

“I missed you two, too” I smiled, pressing my lips on hers softly. “Come on, let's go back home, okay?”

She nodded slowly and sighed, kissing my lips again before resting her head on my chest. We stayed like this for a while, holding each other.

“I'm sorry I doubted you” she mumbled. “I just… I-”

“I know, Dafne” I whisper, swallowing thickly. “But I want you to know that I would do everything for this family. For you and our baby. You are my priority. You mean everything for me and I won't stop showing you that until you believe it. I won't stop showing you that I love you, even if we have an stupid argument”

She looked at me with wide eyes, blushing softly. And it only made me smile and kiss her lips again.

I don't care if there's people around, I don't care if they are taking pictures of us. We are two people in love, that show each other love. What's wrong with that?

I held her hand and walked her to the passenger seat, laughing when I saw her roll her eyes.

“Come on, just relax” I laughed softly.

I walked around the car and opened the driver's door, sitting behind the wheel and chuckling when she was pouting softly.

“Did you like the car?” I laughed.

“Of course I did!” she exclaimed. “God, it's so comfortable and so smooth to drive!”

I laughed softly and drove out of the parking, holding Dafne's hand and squeezing it softly. I know she's still worried, that she's still distant. But I will make her happy, I'll make sure she smiles as long as she lets me stay with her.

“You know the way to the cake shop?” she asked me and I smiled nodding.

“Yeah, I used to go with your sisters to go buy the cannolli we always had in summer” I nodded. “Erica said that when it's your birthday they always came to the house to celebrate it because of the cakes”

“O-oh… right” she chuckled. “God, I still remember the cake I had for my last birthday… It made me throw up so bad”

“Maybe it was the pregnancy nausea?” I chuckled, playing with the ring of her finger.

“Oh no, no” she laughed. “It was the filling… I hated it so much. My parents tried their best to buy a cake similar to the one I love, but no one makes it as this shop”

I nodded, smiling when I remembered her face after trying that cake. And then it made me remember what I have on my backpack. I'll give it to her later.

“Then I guess the way of finding out the gender will be your favorite” I smiled, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing it softly.

“Oh yeah, a sweet way” she chuckled.

I smiled looking at her, breathing the scent of the flowers I gifted her. There is something about her, like a glow she radiates with the pregnancy, that makes my heart beat so fast. Maybe it's the way her hand is always rubbing her belly, or how her cheeks are so filled and pinky. Or maybe it's her hair that somehow looks healthier and shinier, brunette again.

“You are staring” she said, squeezing my hand.

“Can't help it, there's a beautiful woman sitting next to me” I chuckled. “That happens to be so beautifully pregnant with my child”

“Idiot” she laughed softly.

I smiled, patting her thigh softly as she laughed, holding my hand.

When I drove inside of the village and parked the car in front of the cake shop, she smiled unbuckling herself and getting out of the car. Some minutes later, she walked out with a white box in her hands, happy.

“It's so beautiful, look” she said, opening the box after she sat in the car. “Guido said that the inside of it will be of the color of the gender and it has blueberry with lemon jam if it's a boy and strawberry and raspberries jam if it's a girl”

“Amazing” I smiled, kissing her cheek.

I drove to the house and when I parked the car, she got out, walking to the backyard and placing the box on top of the table she had already settled.

“I…” she took a deep breath looking at the house.

“Let her sleep” I chuckled softly, kissing her head. “She's an old lady cat, nine years might be a lot”

“She's not old…” she sighed. “But… Yeah, I'll let her sleep”

I smiled and nodded, kissing her forehead and walking towards the table and sitting next to her.

“Are you ready?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I grabbed the knife.

“Yeah” she smiled looking at me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Together, we carefully made the first cut into the cake. I could feel her hand trembling slightly, and I placed mine over hers, steadying it as we sliced through the soft icing.

My heart pounded in my chest as she slowly lifted the slice, revealing the color hidden inside.

Blue. With blueberry and lemon jam.

For a moment, we both just stared at it, the blue filling our vision. And then, I felt a wave of surprise wash over me, quickly followed by a rush of pure joy. I turned to Dafne, who was looking at me with wide eyes, a smile spreading across her face.

“It’s a boy!” I exclaimed, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I even realized it.

Dafne’s smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She got up from the chair and looked at me, then at the cake.

“A boy,” she repeated, her voice full of wonder. “We’re having a boy!”

The surprise quickly gave way to laughter, a light, joyous laughter that bubbled up from both of us as we stood there, holding each other close, doing little jumps on the place.

The idea of having a son was unexpected, but it filled me with a sense of excitement I hadn’t anticipated.

“A little boy,” I smiled. “Our son.”

“He’s going to be amazing, Charles. I can already picture him… The little boy I fell in love…” she smiled looking at me.

I rested my hand on her belly, feeling the kicks under my palm and my heart swelled with emotion. It didn’t matter that we had been thinking about a girl. This boy, our son, was already the center of our world.

“He’s going to be incredible,” I said softly, kissing her forehead. “I can’t wait to teach him everything, to see him grow up”

“He will have a great father” she smiled, with her eyes filled with tears.

“And he will have an amazing mother” I replied, with my voice full of happiness. “He’s already so loved, Dafne. We’re going to give him everything.”

“I can’t believe it,” she laughed, looking at the cake again, wiping away the tears that fell down her cheeks. “A boy…”

“A little Morelli Leclerc” I whisper against her lips. “Our son”

I smiled, pressing my lips against hers and kissing her deeply, holding her against me. And then I remembered the box inside of my backpack.

“I have something for you” I whisper, cupping her cheeks.

“Oh? What is it?” she smiled.

I pulled away and reached for my backpack, opening it and grabbing the box. I smiled, placing the box in her hands, taking a deep breath as she looked at the silver ring.

“I was going to give it to you on your birthday” I sighed. “Because I wanted to apologize, to talk about everything that happened between us… But I couldn’t”

“Oh, Charles…” she smiled weakly, grabbing the ring and putting it on her finger.

“But now, watching it…” I smiled, laughing as I looked at the blue stone of her birthstone and then at the blue cake. “I think it's fate. Blue for your birthstone and our baby… Our beautiful boy”

The day unfolded with a warmth that felt almost divine, as if some benevolent force had gifted us this perfect, sunlit moment.

But when we walked back inside the house, I could feel her happiness somehow disappearing.

“Athena?” she called out, her voice filled with worry, sending a sharp ache of unease through me.

The white and brown beautiful cat didn't walk to receive us. Not even made a sound.

“Please…” she mumbled.

“Hey, hey” I frowned standing next to her. “We’ll find her, okay? Maybe she’s just found a cozy spot somewhere, tucked away where she feels safe.”

“It’s just… She bas been acting weird, and I don't know why” she mumbled.

“Love, Athena will be okay” I said, cupping her cheeks.

How can something like this ruin our happiness? How could this had happened?

“We're going to find her, okay?” I whisper, bringing her close to me, wrapping my arms around her. “We are going to find her, give her so much love, and then tomorrow we'll go to the village’s vet, okay?”

She nodded slowly against my chest, taking deep breaths. I kissed the top of her head, rubbing her back. She pulled away after some seconds, looking at the stairs and signing.

“Lately she liked to sleep in your room” she sighed.

“Then we'll search for her there” I said, holding her hand and walking upstairs.

The door of the room was open, and the bed was empty. The cat is not there.

I looked around, searching every place she could hide with the light of my phone, sighing when I didn't see her under the bed or behind the curtains.

“Could she be in the wardrobe?” I suggested, glancing over at Dafne, who sat anxiously on the edge of the bed.

She sat on the bed, her breath coming in shallow, uneven sighs, one hand soothingly circling her belly while the other pressed against her aching back.

“Hey” I smiled weakly walking towards her, kneeling in front of her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… Just..” she sighed, taking a deep breath. “Until now I never thought that being pregnant and having to kneel and look under the bed was this hard. My back hurts a little…”

“It's okay” I smile, kissing her head.

I walked to the wardrobe, opening the doors and looking over the shelves, between the clothes. I turned on the light of my phone and searched with it, until I saw a pair of eyes blinking slowly at me.

“Here you are, little one,” I murmured with a soft smile, my heart sinking at the weak sound of her meow.

But as I lifted her, the truth hit me. Athena was alarmingly light, her body fragile, and she barely mustered the strength to resist.

“Oh, my baby” she gasped, walking towards me and touching the cat’s head.

“She's so thin, Dafne” I whisper, surprised. “She wasn't like this when I left…”

Taking a deep breath, I pulled her close, our worried embrace sandwiching the fragile cat between us.

“How could I never notice?” she whispered, hugging the cat that was purring low. “I thought it was like everytime we moved out, or a big change happened. But… God, with the baby, and you being here, I didn't notice how much weight she has lost”

I took a deep breath and held her against me, with the cat between us. I really don't know what to say, I thought today was going to be an amazing day for us, that we were going to celebrate and be happy.

“Why don't we try feeding her, hm?” I whisper, with my lips pressed against her hair. “Give her that wet food she loves. We will take care of her and tomorrow morning I'll call the vet so he will come here to check on her again, okay?”

She nodded slowly, giving soft kisses on Athena's head.

“She's just an old lady that wants attention” I whispered, trying to cheer her up. “She knew today we were going to have a date, only the two of us, and got jealous”

“She missed you, too” she whispered. “She always slept in your bed during this week”

“See? She was jealous because you were going to spend time with me” I chuckled, rubbing Dafne's back. “You'll see, now she has our attention and tomorrow this little diva will be screaming for attention”

She sighed, looking up at me and smiling weakly. Athena was looking at us, and somehow I could see the pain in her big blue eyes. But I have to be strong, for Dafne.

“Come on, let's feed her” I said, holding her hand and walking out of the room, going to the kitchen.

Athena is Dafne's first pet ever, the first thing she invested in when she had her first salary after giving classes in the karting during summer while she was seventeen. And she loves that cat as her daughter.

“How can I be a good mother if I can't see how sick she looks…” she mumbled, making me look at her and frown.

“Dafne… My love” I sighed, cupping her cheeks. “You will be a great mother. This is something natural. You can't understand what a cat wants. They don't cry or talk to let us know how they feel. Just think that you took her to the vet the other day and she's with medication, okay? And that tomorrow she might feel better”

She clenched her jaw and sighed, leaving Athena on the table as we sat on the chairs. We tried to feed her with wet cat food and make her drink water slowly.

I don't know how long we stayed in the kitchen, maybe hours. But after the can was empty and the cat jumped out of the table, I looked out of the window and sighed when it was midnight.

“It's late, we should go to bed” I sighed looking at Dafne.

The happiness that filled her eyes during the entire afternoon was now gone. Worry made her smile disappear, biting her lip nervously.

“Hey” I sighed, moving her chair to keep her close to me. “She will be okay. Don't worry, okay?”

“I just… I feel so bad” I sighed. “She's old, kinda. And it just makes me panic everytime she gets sick… I don't want her to leave…”

“Oh, love” I sighed, hugging her. “She won't. She has a little brother to meet yet”

“Oh… God, I forgot,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she leaned into me, one hand cradling her belly.

“It's understandable, Dafne” I whisper. “You are exhausted, many emotions today”

“Yeah, but…” she whispered, sighing and hugging me.

“Come on” I sighed, getting up and holding her hand.

I guided her to her room, and when I walked it her perfume immediately hit me, making me smile and close my eyes.

I'm home. With her.

“See? She's in her bed already” I whisper looking at Athena, laying on the little couch Dafne has in her bedroom. “She wanted attention”

“Your attention” Dafne smiled weakly.

“Of course, I have to look after my girls, don’t I?” I teased gently, trying to lift the mood.

“Sure” she smiled, hugging me.

I chuckled, kissing her forehead, then the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her jaw and finally her lips. I could feel her smile against my lips, making me sigh happily.

“Let's get in bed” I whisper against her lips.

She smiled and nodded, kissing me again, unbuttoning my shirt, undressing me slowly. I did the same with her, pulling down the zip on her dress and taking it off, moaning softly when I felt that she wasn't wearing a bra.

“My beautiful girl” I whisper, kissing her neck and kneeling in front of her facing her belly. “And my beautiful son. My beautiful little boy. God, I love you both so much”

She placed her hand on my hair, rubbing it softly, making me close my eyes and press soft kisses on her belly.

And then she said it, the three words I’d been longing to hear, words that had echoed in every dream.

“I love you, Charles.”

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hotchnerxo · 3 years ago

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Under the Same Roof: Chapter 4

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Words: 1.3k Summary: Apparently, Aaron doesn't have any idea why you're upset with him. He tries to ask you out for a run, but doesn't realized how mad you really were. Warning: Mentions of cheating, angst throughout the whole chapter. A/N: I had way too much fun writing this chapter. Although, this is shorter than I intended it to be. Next one will be longer, I promise, and posted soon! Enjoy!

Chapter 4.

Week has gone by so quickly, it feels unreal. You’ve been hyper focusing on your work and writing ever since you last saw your neighbour in the hallway. You have tried to keep your mind off of your little crush, and using the anger and frustration to motivate your writing. So far, it has worked alright.

After you slammed the door in his face on Sunday, you overheard a conversation between the two in the hallway only a few hours later. Apparently the woman’s name is Jess and the two of them seem to have a sweet connection. And they are going to see each other again, soon apparently. It brought up a lot of emotions out of you, a lot of which you thought you had already dealt with and buried after your previous relationship.

A part of you wants to curse every man on the planet and another part of you is frustrated for being so upset over the whole situation. Maybe you’ve just misread everything, maybe he was just being friendly and you’ve mistaken it to flirting or attraction. And it’s not like you’ve even done anything with him, other than talked a couple of times. Why were you getting emotional over a man like this? It felt out of character for you.

Plus, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t let yourself turn into a cynical, untrusting woman after your ex cheated on you. It doesn’t mean everyone will and that every man on the planet is bad like that. But so far, it doesn’t look that promising for you.

But those emotions have been handy when it comes to writing. Writing has worked as your escapism for years and it’s a great way to come to terms with your emotions. Also, when you’re wanting to curse the world, it’s great to write it out in your characters, turn the story to a different direction and just let it out.

You’re slouched at your desk as you hear your phone going off. It’s a message from exactly the person you didn’t want to hear from right now.

Apartment 18 ( as you have him saved in your phone): Are you busy in a couple of hours? Thought I’d give you a second try with that race - Aaron

You read the message a couple of times, mixed emotions swirling inside your brain. A run would be refreshing, and that’s all he’s asking. Right? To go out for a run. It’s not like he’s asking you to sleep with him or anything. But the teasing tone of it changes your mind and you refuse to answer. Instead, you turn your phone upside down, screen facing down so you wouldn’t get distracted by it and continue typing away.

For the next two hours, you’ve barely written down a word, just been juggling between pinterest and instagram, just browsing pretty pictures. You notice your brain getting stuck at the message you haven’t yet answered, it burning a hole in the back of your head. You go to pick up your phone and open the chat once again.

As you’re about to type an answer of ‘no thanks’ you are startled by your doorbell. Once you get up, you realize how your back aches, thanks to your very ergonomic posture. Taking a look through the peephole, you see Hotchner standing behind it in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Gathering your courage, you swing the door open, an unimpressed look on your face.

“Hey” he barely manages to open his mouth before you stop him.

“After some thinking, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to run again anymore” you cross your arms on your chest, blocking the entrance. “I don’t want to cause any issues”.

“Issues?” the man was clearly baffled by your words. “I’m sorry, I don’t un…” he tries once more, the gears grinding in his head, trying to think of where things went wrong.

“Save it, I don’t want to hear it” you spit out, the anger taking over you before you can do anything to stop it. “What were you thinking? I mean, you have a son for god’s sake!”

Aaron’s confusion only strengthened your anger. As if he has no clue what you’re talking about. Typical. He is trying his hardest to follow the conversation, but for the life of him, he doesn’t understand. But something has pissed you off, and somehow Aaron’s managed to do it. He’s slowly trying to think of the next words, how to defuse the situation. He’s a trained negotiator, but even that doesn’t seem to help him right now. “May I come in?” he ends up saying, trying to get more info and most importantly, time, to understand what’s going on.

After some time of consideration, you step away from the doorway, letting him walk in. You look at him closely from head to toe. Even when blinded by your emotions right now, he still looks good, and it only makes things worse. “Make it quick” you state, trying to keep your tone cool.

The man seems to think of different options, to make his next move. “What does Jack have to do with anything?” he decides to ask.

“Well, Jack’s got nothing to do with anything, but what I mean is that you’re a father” you explain, and you regret ever bringing that up as the sweet little boy has done nothing wrong. “Have you not thought about how this would affect him? You need to put him first”

Apparently that hit a nerve in him. “I always do” he says, his tone is much deeper this time. Not the same, soft tone you’ve heard many times. It’s like a switch had turned in his head “(Y/N), I still don’t understand” he begins as his phone starts to ring. He looks deep into your eyes, for a few seconds trying to read you and ignore the ringing in his pocket. With a sigh, he closes his eyes momentarily and his hand goes to find the loud device. He clears his throat before he answers “Hotchner”.

So this is what SSA Aaron Hotchner sounds like when he’s on the job. His posture got even straighter as he listens, eyes now on the ground. You lean your back on the front door, trying to calm yourself. “How long?” he asks, now turning to meet your eyes that were looking at him this whole time. A sigh passes through his lips “I’m on my way. Can you let the team know?” After an affirmative, he hangs up and shoves the phone back to where he took it a moment ago. The authority in his presence deflated, his eyes almost pleading as he was looking at you.

“That sounded important” you say, not taking your eyes off of him.

“Amber alert. I have to go” he is the first to break eye contact. He takes a quick glance around the apartment, before taking steps towards you and the front door. “Please, tell me what this is about. Have I said something wrong? Done something you’re not comfortable with? I’m sorry if I have, but please tell me because I can’t figure it out”.

You open the door for him and let him walk to the hallway before saying anything. “I refuse to be the-other-woman, Aaron. No matter how attractive I might find you, I refuse to do that to Jess nor Jack” you spit out. Was there a smile on his face? Does he find this amusing?

“(Y/N), Jess is…” he goes to explain, but you cut him short again.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you right now. I’m too mad. Go save that kid. I’ll talk to you once I'm ready” you slam the door on his face, again. For the second time within a week.

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thisismeracing · 2 years ago

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She's that girl | LH44

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Pairing: lewis hamilton x dancer!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, it’s not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!

Summary: Lewis would never imagine that something, or rather someone, could take his attention off Beyonce during her own show, but one of her dancers did (Based on this request).

A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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beyhive I love how she always quotes bey's lyrics on her captions

yndancingfan Yn, you gotta tell us the secret for this glow hairrrr

vroomvroom44 I- that's really Lewis... what is going on 😳

⤷ ynandlewis no but what if he saw her during the concert and she got his attention??

⤷ yonce1999 LMFAO YOU ALREADY CHANGED YOUR USERNAME 💀🤣🤣

ynseasons it's so funny watching a different fandom discover Yn and fall in love with her

sainzsyntony bruh, she's so pretty it's unreal and she dances like a freaking machineeeee, it's fantastic!

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lewishamilton me and part of the crew. big energy

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mercedesamgf1 💜💜💜

charleslechair Lewis is honestly the best hahahaha

yourusername I dig the bucket hat 😇

⤷ yonceyonce_ MOTHER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

lewiseightimes did he just quoted beyonce's song?! omg aaaaaaa

⤷ ferrarifest which song?

⤷ lewiseightimes energy

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queenbeey oooooh she's soft launching

hamiltonon IT'S LEWIS, HIS HANDS, AND HIS TATTOOED ARM!!!!!

lewishamilton I wanna a prescription

⤷ f1fantastic Yn really got Lewis Hamilton into the hive 🐝💛

mercedesunshine I 😭 am 😭 really 😭 happy 😭 for 😭 them

ynnbey no but the fact that Yn commented on that guy's hat and now she's wearing one... God, please give me a love like that

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danielricciardo I thought I knew the basics of dance until I saw you dancing...

⤷ enchante3_ you're telling me she befriended daniel?!!!!!!!!!! queen! 🤩

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slayalien I will never recover from how good the whole aesthetic of this tour is 🤍🪩

lewishamilton I see it, I want it

⤷ mercmilton HE'S FLIRTING USING BEYONCE'S LYRICS I- 💀💀💀💀

⤷ charlesmonza that's was not smooth, lew

ynwinter what are they waiting for to launch this relationship? beyonce's blessing?! Cmon I want to see cute couple pics

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beyonce ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

⤷ interlagosainz if beyonce is with them, who could be against them?

lewishamilton I love you ❤️

⤷ yourusername luv u more 💛

mercedesamgf1 We're waiting for your visit, Yn! 🥰

raintireschumi the polaroids, the cardigan, the hands on his face, I-

gaslygaslight now I'm gonna have to become a dancer and then become a wag? it keeps getting harder

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withcolebrock · 4 years ago

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I Drew That

Corpse Husband x fem!reader

Summary: Corpse finds out that Y/N has a drawing of him as her background

Warnings: swearing :)

Word Count: 1,818

Author’s Note: I’ve spent weeks trying to write this piece :/ I just couldn’t find a way to make it how I wanted it if that makes sense but I tried my best. This idea was very cute because I can totally see this happening lol. Especially with like the whole flirty voice thing Corpse has been doing with like Brentman and like James and stuff haha. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Tonight was one of the many nights that she was playing Among Us. It had taken over her life, a flood of success followed her once she had played with Sean and Felix. She had gained over two hundred thousand subscribers on her YouTube channel. It had changed her life for the better, in many ways.

For the last three rounds, it had been strict imposter wins. Felix won two of those. Everyone was shocked when it was him the second time, Felix was getting great at the game. The group then decided to switch lobbies because Felix was throwing a fit about getting imposter too much. It was the usual group of Felix, Sean, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Leslie, Toast, Dave, Corpse, and Y/N.

Over the last few months everyone in the group had gotten a lot closer. Especially Corpse and Y/N. After the first time they played together, a lobby Sean had created, they had talked for hours after the first game they played. This had continued almost every time they had played Most of the time, Corpse would be editing his videos while talking with her. It calmed him as he worked. She would be working on her art or scrolling through Pinterest or Tumblr.

They had even FaceTimed several times, where Corpse revealed his face to her. He made a big deal out of it, saying a whole monologue before he turned the camera to his face. She followed in pursuit being very dramatic as well. Whenever they would talk he would play her his music, waiting to see if she liked it. She loved any song he put out, despite it not being her usual music taste.

One night she was scrolling through Tumblr and found an artist who was drawing Among Us players with their little characters. One particular character made her smile and her heart flutter slightly. It was an amazing drawing of Corpse and his little character sitting on his shoulder. It was an art style she was familiar with, she loved supporting smaller artists. It was the cutest thing she has ever seen. Weirdly, it perfectly described him. She loved it so much, she decided to keep it as her phone Wallpaper.

The round started on Mira, where Y/N was a crewmate again. Throughout the whole night, she still hasn’t gotten imposter. “Dammit,” she groaned at the screen. She stood still at the start of the map, waiting to see if anyone would fake tasks at the start. Everyone ran off, not doing them. She quickly followed.

After a long thirty seconds lights get shut off. She ignores the emergency and continues doing her tasks, she stood by the vending machine when Felix killed her. “It’s fucking Felix again!” she leaned back in her chair groaning. She covered her face with her hands. “He’s gotta stop killing me first,” she shook her head. She tried to hide how annoyed she was.

Her body was called by Poki, she was the only dead one. “Oh my god,” Poki said once the screen popped up.

“Y/N no!” Rae yelled, “You guys, she’s died first the last three rounds,”

“Wait really? Oh Jesus, sorry Y/N,” Sykkuo said, a breathy laugh leaving his lips.

“I’ll protect you next round, Y/N, I promise,” Corpse said. Y/N tried to hide her smile and the heat rushing to her cheeks.

“We’ll avenge you, Y/N!” Sean yelled. Soon after everyone grieved her death they began asking each other where they were. Everyone had a solid alibi making it impossible for them to figure out who did it.

“Guys, guys, Y/N died first the last three rounds right?” Toast started, everyone hummed, “Who was imposter these past few rounds?” he explained. Everyone gasped.

“You really think I would kill her first three rounds in a row?” Felix tried to defend himself as the voting time clock turned red.

“You’ve done it twice already!” Sean yelled, voting Felix. Felix was saved since half of the group skipped. She floated around the map trying to get her tasks done quickly so she could talk to her chat without holding back the rest of the group.

She glanced towards her chat, reading a few questions, she shifted her gaze to the game and thought about the questions. “I’ve been working on a cute little animation for you guys, I might do another art stream with you guys. Only if you guys want it, of course.” she read through a few more questions while answering them, while she waited for the meetings to end.

Once all of her tasks were done, she began to talk about her art and fanart. “Yeah, there’s an artist on Tumblr, they are amazing, they deserve so much more recognition,” she explained as she showed them her lock screen with the drawing of Corpse; without thinking about her chat being curious as to why it was him. Turning her phone back towards her, her eyes widened as realization dawned on her.

The chat began to flood in with questions, begging Y/N to tell them why she had Corpse’s drawing as her background. She chose to ignore the question and continue talking about her own art and showing fan art. Despite trying to change the subject, she sighed dramatically. “Chat, there’s no reason why Corpse’s character is my background, the artist is just good, stop talking about it,” she giggled as the victory screen popped up on her screen.

“Felix what the fuck!” she unmuted in discord. He began laughing as he began to defend his actions. “No, no it doesn’t matter if I know your liar voice, Felix-” After about five minutes of everyone talking the next round started. She was a crewmate again, “I feel like I’m bugged,” she groaned as she started running around doing her tasks. Corpse’s little black character was following her.

“Looks like I got myself a little body guard,” she smiled as she spoke. They walked passed the medbay room, as Corpse moved his character dramatically. She rolled her eyes as they both walked into the medbay room. She didn’t have medbay, but she sat waiting for Corpse to finish. They continued doing tasks together until a body was called. It was Sean’s.

“Y/N’s cleared I was with her the entire time,” Corpse said confidently into his mic. She said the same about him. Poki was acting a little weird during the call, which made Y/N a little suspicious of her.

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When the lights were shut off Corpse was killed by Poki, and he groaned as his body was killed immediately. Poki called out Y/N right away, saying that she was with Corpse the whole time. Corpse glanced towards his chat, finally able to try and read everything everyone was saying. His eyes lit up as he saw her name flash the screen several times.

One person kept spamming the chat saying, Y/N’s has your Among Us character as her background, he smiled as he read it. He knew exactly what the picture was, “Oh really?” he hummed as he continued reading. Everyone was saying how nervous she got when they kept asking her about it. He pressed his lips together nervously. He decided to drop it for now, but he was curious. He looked back up to the screen and began to listen to what was happening during the meeting.

“...You really think I would spend this whole game marinating Corpse for me to kill him in front of Poki? What about that double kill that happened, there was no way I would’ve done that if I was with him.” Y/N explained, over Poki trying to defend herself.

“I think she’s got it guys,” It was down to Toast, Y/N, Sykkuno, and Poki. Everyone quickly voted for Poki. The Victory screen popped up. “I knew you had it, Y/N,” Corpse said as everyone started shouting into the discord.

After a few minutes of them discussing the round, they decided to switch over to Polius. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?” Corpse asked, the group quickly went quiet.

“Sure,” she giggled.

“My chat keeps saying you have my character as your phone background, is that true?” he asked, teasingly. He smiled widely. The entire group started cheering while teasing Y/N and Corpse.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to find a way to explain it, “Well, uh,” she cleared her throat, “I do actually, it was great art, what was I supposed to do?” she laughed.

“Oooo, someone has a little crush,” Sean teased, Felix quickly joined. The rest of the group was simply laughing along. Corpse stayed silent while the group was teasing Y/N, and Corpse for that matter.

He pulled up Y/N’s Twitter and began to scroll through her feed to find the perfect drawing. He took the drawing that Y/N did of her own Among Us character. It was a drawing of Y/N holding her little character in her hand. It was his favorite piece of art she has done. Mainly because she drew it while on FaceTime with him. He quickly changed it to his iphone background, he glanced back towards the screen, seeing if the game started. He took a screenshot of it and immediately texted it to Y/N.

“Y/N, look at our messages,” he said simply into his mic. The group slowly stopped talking as they waited for Y/N to open the message.

“Corpse, I’m scared,” she whispered, everyone started laughing.

“Just open the message,” he giggled.

She sighed dramatically while she pulled up the messages with Corpse, seeing the screenshot. Her lips fell into a pout as she saw it. “I drew that,” she mumbled into the mic.

“You did,” he whispered, as he felt heat rise in his cheeks. He loved hearing her voice. “It’s my favorite,” he continued.

“Corpse,” she whined as her eyes began to tear up. She didn’t know why, but her heart felt so full. “You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled, readjusting herself in her chair. She shifted her gaze towards the contact name, Corpseyyy.

“Of course I did, It was beautiful art,” he muttered while he looked back towards his phone, admiring his new phone background.

“Is this..a possible.. New relationship starting?” Sean whispered dramatically into his mic.

“It sounds like it,” Rae interjected. Corpse rolled his eyes dramatically, but he didn’t oppose the idea; neither did Y/N. Rae quickly started the game, letting the tension ease between everyone. Corpse and Y/N got imposter together.

“Oh my god finally,” Y/N said into the mic as she started faking tasks, “Chat, please stop saying I’m blushing, you aren’t helping,” she giggled as she continued the game. She raised her hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth.

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hi my precious petals !! i’m ur admin angel and i’m 21+, in the est, and i go by she/her. i have a discord if it’s easier to chat n plot there,, just send a lil message for the user ! ♡ or dms here (also on ren, jian and chaerin’s) are always open but !! anywho onto my lil cactus of a muse, somi / michelle.

& i have her profile, plots, stats n a pinterest set up for her

ʚɞ —— welcome to infinite entertainment! it’s FUJIWARA SOMI (MICHELLE), who is SOLOIST (1). i’ve heard whispers that the 26 year old is pretty PASSIONATE but lowkey ALOOF. also, doesn’t she remind you of MINATOZAKI SANA?

FAMILY LIFE

somi was born and grew up in melbourne, australia under a wealthy family

her dad’s a CEO of a big tech company n her mom was a model but now just helps with the company

she has 3 siblings, an older brother, an older sister and a younger sister so she got caught the case of a middle child syndrome djsksl

her and her siblings were raised with the highest expectations ofc with hopes they’d either inherit the business or become a lawyer or doctor

so of course naturally, somi was the black sheep of the family

she felt restricted and suffocated growing up so she often rebelled, sneaking out and doing things her parents disapproved of including going to dance classes

from there, it had become such a huge passion and even provided comfort for her and that made her decide she wanted to pursue it further

when she brought it up, her parents were not happy and they got more strict with her

she grew tough skin growing up around them and that’s how the walls around her grew so high

it’s why she’s v prickly when u first meet her, the cold exterior almost like a defense mechanism

she doesn’t keep in touch with her family, except maybe her brother but it’s rare

IDOL LIFE

she was scouted by infinite when she was 16, leaving to korea shortly after to train

at 17,, she was set to debut in infinite’s first girl group ; NOVA (think bubbly/bright concepts), which debuted 2014 and disbanded 2 years later due to too many infrequent comebacks

during her NOVA years,, she came across as shy and quiet but determined and passionate. it was only after her solo debut that she got the name ‘ice queen’ by the media that she still has today

the company saw too much potential in her to let go so they trained her for a solo career, debuting again as a soloist at age 20

the public was v used to her old image in NOVA but that wasn’t her at all, a confident concept was right up her alley instead and that shifted into the mature/sexy, comfortable in her own skin-like concept she has now

and that came to a shock to many so they weren’t happy lmao

she’s big on dancing, she excels most in jazz and contemporary since that’s what she took classes in as a kid but she loves learning new styles to spruce up her performances

somi is v much involved with the stage outfit planning, she likes to help out her stylists with designs

OTHERS

with her friends, somi melts and becomes the clingiest octopus. she rly treasures those that manages to get past the walls

her love language is definitely thru actions, she’s not used to compliments so it’s hard for her :’)

her hobbies are fashion, knitting, n sketching outfit ideas in her off time

english is her first language but is also fluent in japanese bc she grew up on that too, and of course korean having learnt it during her NOVA days

overall prickly cactus on the outside, teddy bear on the inside once u melt her icy exterior !

i think that covers it all hhhh i hope that wasn’t a lot but !! would love to plot so lmk if ur down or i’ll just hit u up idkidk ,, anyways can’t wait to chat n write with u guys !

#꒰ ˀˀ ↷ ooc”♡ᵎ ꒱#infinite:intro #i feel like that was too long sjdkskss

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lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love · 3 years ago

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The End of Something—Chapter 2

Notes: I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this series lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

This is an AU of THE WALKING DEAD. So the apocalypse never happened, and everyone’s alive and well. If for any reason I’m getting characters wrong, please let me know and I’ll fix it to the best of my abilities. Also, there will be moments where I’ll come back to do some editing where it’s needed.

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Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader (she/her pronouns)

Chapter Description: Seeing Lottie’s home for the first time. Emotions and tensions rise, leaving the sisters struggling to reconnect and understand each other.

Warnings: Anxiety; jealousy; brief fighting; low self-esteem; language probably; possible mentions of past toxic relationship; strained relationship between siblings; non-descriptive mentions of abuse; spelling/grammatical errors; bad writing; whatever else I missed

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The drive continued in a semi-comfortable silence. You still struggled with the feelings of uncertainty—feelings that seemingly increased the closer you got to Lottie’s home. Questions swirled in your head. Why did Lottie take you in so quickly? Would Max and Moose really like you? What if they didn’t? What if you made a mistake? What if he was right, that you couldn’t survive without him?

Doubt began filling you, and you started chewing on the inside of your cheek. Maybe it wasn’t too late to go back home. Maybe he’d take you back, and wouldn’t be as brutal if you begged…

You shook the thought out of your head. You couldn’t go back. Not after the fit he had. You’d been scared of him for years at that point, but that moment had you frozen in absolute dread. Your flight or fight had kicked in, and instead of running for your own safety, you chose to stand impossibly still while he raged around you. You could vaguely hear the sound of shattering glass, the feeling of glass shards landing on your head. Everything around you seemed to move in slow motion. He was yelling, but it sounded distant and distorted.

To make matters worse, you were the one who initiated the break up. Not him. He was the one breaking it off constantly, going after other girls before he got bored and drew you back in. Each break up left you devastated. You’d go home, crying and blabbering about him to your parents. They hated him from day one, and the turmoil he kept putting you through only solidified that. Except that’s all they really knew about him—his emotional toying with you. They never saw the bruises; he always hit you in places no one would notice. Places that could be covered. You didn’t want them to know. But the straw that broke the camel’s back was…

You felt your blood run cold. A chill ran up your spine as you clenched your hands into fists. Your nails dug into your palms, stinging the soft skin, but pulling you out of those horrendous memories. Grounding you in your surroundings.

You’re fine, you thought, digging your nails further into your palms. You’ll be fine. You’re safe now. He’s not worth it, don’t think about him.

“We’re here,” Lottie exclaimed.

Blinking a few times, you looked around for a moment before realizing the car had stopped. In front of you was a home, at least two stories. It looked like the picture-perfect family home. A moderately sized front yard with green grass and vibrant shrubbery. A beautifully modest home in the middle of a Georgian suburban neighborhood. A white picket-fence, apple pie kind of place.

And your sister and her husband were living there.

A twinge of something ached in your chest. She could afford a place like that. With him, you weren’t allowed to work. By that point, your friendships had fizzled out because of him. If you had a job, you’d be financially independent. You could have work relationships. You wouldn’t be under his control. You’d be able to leave him.

But this home, this neighborhood, your sister’s fucking suburban mom car—something about it pissed you off. Why was she allowed to have all that? Why’d she end up with Max and you settled for the first guy who showed you attention? Why, after years of little to no contact, did Lottie decide to help you? For as long as you remembered, Lottie showed very little interest in you. She was absent for most of your childhood and adolescence. As an adult, you could count the times she reached out to you on one hand. Why was she acting like she cared?

“You coming?” Lottie turned to look at you. She was partially out of her car, looking at you questioningly. On top of the damned worry still lingering in her eyes.

You opted to nod in response. Your emotions were becoming too much, too overwhelming. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry, but you knew you didn’t trust your voice.

Opening the car door, you hop out before slamming it shut. You were trying—and probably failing—to hide the scowl that was beginning to form on your face. Neighboring houses were just as modest and nice as Lottie’s. Their yards similar in size, albeit decorated differently. You saw cars parked in driveways, heard the occasional bark of a dog or chirp of a bird overhead. The neighborhood seemed idyllic. It seemed like something out of a magazine.

“How do you afford a place like this?” you grumbled, going to the back to grab your luggage. Your sister had already opened the back of the car, pulling out your duffel bag.

“Max and I get pretty good pay at our jobs,” Lottie responded. “On top of not having kids, I think we’ve been able to save a lot.” Your scowl deepened. You heard a heavy sigh before Lottie responded, “what is going on with you? You’ve been acting…”

“What?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “I’ve been acting what? Weird?Like a bitch?”

“That’s not what I—”

“You didn’t have to! I don’t need your pity and I don’t need you pretending to care after a lifetime of you ignoring me.” You ran a hand through your hair, scoffing. “I mean seriously, why did I even call you? You never cared about me, and now you want to help you bitchy, screwed up little sister?”

There was a long pause. You were breathing heavily. You were flushed, both embarrassed and still angry.

“I get I haven’t been the best sister,” Lottie started, her voice low and her eyes watery, pointing at you with a trembling hand, “but I’m trying to make things right. I don’t pity you, okay? And you’re not screwed up or a bitch. You are the strongest person I know, do you understand me?” She quickly wiped her eyes. “I’m helping you because you called me,” she finished. “You came to me for help. I agreed because I’m your sister and it’s the right thing to do. I want you safe, and it wasn’t back home with mom and dad.”

You let out a huff, turning away from your sister. You could almost hear his voice, reminding you how emotional were. That condescending, almost sarcastic lilt in his voice. You were too irrational, and he was the only one who could make intelligent and logical points on anything. Brushing off your concerns and opinions, basically claiming your emotions and period invalidated everything you said. He was always good at invalidating you.

A little voice in the back of your mind seemed to agree with him. Your whirlwind of anger and jealousy was making you irrational. You didn’t feel happy that he was thousands of miles away. You were upset that Lottie had a nice life. You weren’t upset that he couldn’t hurt you anymore. You were jealous of Lottie’s seemingly perfect life. Why weren’t you happy? Why weren’t you relieved?

“Let’s just get inside,” Lottie said, her voice plain. You flinched at that. Great, now she was upset with you. Walking to the front door, your sister unlocked it and pushed it open. The inside was well decorated, just as modest and comfortable as the house’s outside. You grabbed your duffel bag and headed inside.

* * *

It was a long couple of minutes. A silent, tense few minutes. Your luggage had been brought in, taken to a guest room where you’d be staying for the time being. Once everything was inside, Lottie left without a word and you let her. What could you say? Part of you was still upset and jealous, but another part was exhausted.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, you take in the room. It’s cream colored, with a decently sized closet and a wooden dresser. The bed was comfortable, and the sheets and blankets seemed soft. A smaller wooden table was beside the bed, with a lamp and a clock on top. There was a window, slightly ajar and letting the cool air pool in.

With a slight frown, you laid back on the bed, your legs hanging off. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before letting it out. You’re alone, left with your thoughts and emotions. You could spend that moment to think over the drive, your outburst, Lottie’s words even in the driveway, but you didn’t want to. Not yet. You wanted to just exist, without being sucked back into what happened.

Your thoughts drifted into unpacking and getting that mess over with. You hadn’t brought a whole lot with you, just whatever you could grab from his apartment during his fit. Once you finally broke out of your trance. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, looking at your duffel bag with mild disinterest. Might as well get it over with.

Pushing yourself off the bed, you shuffled toward your duffel bag and unzipped it. You’d managed to stuff in as many clothes as you could grab, plus your phone charger and your wallet. You didn’t have time to think of anything else. Pulling out the clothes, you started organizing and putting them away.

* * *

After unpacking, your forced yourself out of the room. You wanted to get accustomed to the house’s layout. You’d given a brief glance here and there, but didn’t take the time to really look. You were on the second story, and you took your time as you observed. There were framed pictures of Lottie and Max, Lottie and friends, and a few scattered pictures of family along the hallway. The carpeted floor felt scruffy on your feet.

There were a few other rooms on the second floor, too. A couple more guest rooms, a bathroom and Lottie’s and Max’s room at the very end. The staircase was in the middle of the second floor, the steps and railing made of wood. Going down the steps, you shivered a little at the wood’s cold feel. The closer you got to the first floor, however, the more you started to hear and smell something. There was music and humming, mingling with something being cooked.

You found yourself wandering into the kitchen. Lottie was standing by the stove, her hair pulled back as she stirred something on a pan.

“You cook?” you asked.

Lottie turned and looked at you, her expression cautious and uncertain as she paused her music. “Yeah,” she responded. “I taught myself. Figured you’d be hungry from the long trip.”

At that comment, your stomach started rumbling. It was almost as comedic as it was embarrassing. You blushed furiously.

Lottie gave a soft chuckle. “I’m making spaghetti,” she said, glancing back at the food in front of her. “The first meal I ever made. Took a long time for me to get it right, but I’d say I’m a pasta master now.”

“Shouldn’t you wait until Max gets home?” You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “In case he wants any?”

Lottie shrugged, not taking her eyes off the food. “He doesn’t mind,” she said. “Besides, if we don’t eat it now he’ll eat it all when he gets home. His stomach is like a black hole.”

You chuckled. “I’m sure,” you murmured. “Where’s Moose?” You looked around; you hadn’t seen head nor tail of the dog.

“He’s in the backyard,” Lottie hummed. “If Max and I aren’t home, we keep him outside, just so he can have someplace to go potty and get his exercise in.”

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll run away?”

“Not really.” Lottie turned to look at you. “He’s never tried running away before, so I trust he’ll still be here when we get back.”

“I always wanted a dog,” you stated, after a brief pause, fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Mom and dad never let me have one.”

“Yeah, they didn’t want the extra responsibility.” Your sister nodded.

“He never let me have one either.” Your voice was soft, uncertain in its mention of your ex. You could see Lottie’s face harden. “He didn’t want me to care for or love anyone that wasn’t him.”

“Well he’s an asshole,” your sister glowered. “Probably for the best he never got a dog. He’d probably do something to it.”

Deep down you agreed with Lottie. Given how your ex treated you, any animal in the apartment would’ve received similar treatment, if not worse.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Lottie said. She sounded guilty, remorseful even. “If I’d tried harder…if I’d been a better sister, then…”

“It’s not your fault,” you interrupted. “It’s mine. I didn’t notice anything until it was too late. My friends tried telling me. Mom and dad tried telling me. I didn’t listen. I didn’t want to listen. Just like I didn’t want to notice what he was doing in the beginning.” You gave a half hearted shrug. “It’s my fault.”

Lottie turned the stove off, pushing the food away from the hot surface before coming forward, putting her hands on your shoulders. You tensed.

“It’s not your fault,” she insisted. “What he did is entirely his fault, not yours. Okay?” You nodded, though not entirely convinced. “I’m serious, Y/N. Everything he did to you, was wrong. And that’s on him. Not you, him.”

Gently shrugging Lottie’s hands from your shoulders, you took a step back. It had been drilled into your head that everything that happened to you was your fault. The beatings, the isolation, the manipulations and gaslighting—it was because of you. You said the wrong thing, you didn’t do what you were told. You were being a bad girlfriend. He never took responsibility. He never accepted his own faults. Everything wrong in the relationship was because of you and you had to accept it to keep the peace.

Now that you’re out, you’re being bombarded with all kinds of emotions. None of them good. You feel like shit for leaving. You feel guilty for how things ended, but it also scared the shit out of you. You’re anxious and fearful, waiting for Lottie—and Max, eventually—to realize just how bad you are. You’re the root of everyone’s problems, and they’ll come to see it. And they’ll throw you out, toss you aside like garbage. God only knows how tired your parents are if picking up the pieces of you, only for your ex to come back and destroy their progress. Now your sister and her husband will have to deal with you and your baggage. Lottie’s talking big now, but she’ll see how useless it all is.

“Hey.” You look at your sister. She’s watching you, brows furrowed and a concerned frown on her face. “What’s going on? You spaced out for a second.”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” That question itself had your heart jump. Your body tensed and your head went blank. “Can we not have any secrets between us?” she asked.

Confused, you looked at her.

“I know there are things you won’t be comfortable sharing just yet,” Lottie said, her voice soft, “but I’d like to know how I can help you. So…I was hoping maybe as we get more comfortable, we can open up more and…y’know…see where it goes.”

You thought it over before nodding. It was a hesitant nod, but that seemed to be good enough for Lottie, who smiled and nodded in return.

“I’ll finish cooking,” she said. “Why don’t you set the table? Then after we eat I can give you an official tour.”

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