#train journey with triplets

[tanuandthetriplets]

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[finelinefae]

the aviator [pilot!harry x teacher!yn]

synopsis: It’s the 1950s. Harry is the best pilot on the Air Force base and y/n is a teacher at a nursery.

word count: 8.5k

contains: fluff, flirting, opposites attract, bad boy/good girl dynamic, Harry has a southern accent, alcohol, smoking, allusions to childhood trauma

This is part 1 of a new series that will probably have 3-ish parts !!

. . .

Offutt Air Force Base, situated in Omaha, Nebraska, housed thousands of civilians working in or connected to the military.  People living in the nearby town would often hear the loud plane engines as they take off and land on the runway. They’d look out the windows of their home and see spitfires piloted by men undergoing training, executing missions, or just having a good time, even when they technically weren’t given permission. 

“Wah Hooo!” The spitfire trembled as it finally landed on solid ground. Harry braced himself for the landing, pushing himself back against his seat to stop himself from jolting around. He did his best to hide his smile and remain nonchalant as he heard the familiar voices yelp in excitement as he landed the aircraft. 

He removed his helmet and pushed the canopy of the cockpit open, leaping down and getting familiar with feeling the solid ground beneath his feet after being in the air. Two figures ran up to him, flailing their arms and screeching in excitement, “Tha’s what I’m talking about!” Harry opened his arms, unable to stop himself from laughing the two men almost knocked him over as they joined in a group hug. 

“You flew her like a champ, H. Never seen anything like that in my life.” Harry looked into two sets of eyes an identical colour to his own. 

Standing in front of him were his two brothers, Sonny and George. All three of them were pilots in the military and had been since they left school to sign up after the War. There wasn’t too much age difference between them which was probably one of the reasons the brothers were so close.  Harry was the oldest, just over a year senior to George, who happened to be taller despite being the middle child, and Sonny was the youngest.

“Yeah well, she still needs some work. One of her engine cylinders is faulty.” The three of them walked side by side towards the maintenance shed. Despite their differences in height, anyone would assume the three brothers were triplets from how similar they looked. Most people on base knew them for their signature sea-glass green eyes and their brown hair. 

“Oh I’ll go and tell Ruddy, he might still be here.” Sonny ran ahead 

“Oh and Sonny,” Harry called for his younger brother, “Good job.” Harry winked at his younger brother, referring to his work on the plane he had just flown. In response, Sonny straightened his shoulders and smiled feeling proud after receiving a compliment from his older brother. 

Harry and George both lit a cigarette each, pausing outside the door to the warehouse to smoke together. “I opened up a letter this morning from Ma.” George exhaled, smoke escaping past his lips. 

Harry tried not to show his annoyance, “Wha’d she say?” He grumbled.

“She misses us… All of us and she wants us to stop by, come visit for dinner one day maybe.” George explained.

“Is she still with that old bastard?” Harry looked up at his younger brother.

George nodded, “Last time I heard.”

“Then we’re not going, none of us are.” Harry thought back to the last time he had allowed himself and his siblings to visit his mother. It was going well in the beginning, she’d cooked them up a roast pork and engaged in conversation, until their Father came home. It wasn’t long into their visit before they left the house and Sonny had gone home with a black eye whilst Harry had to get his hand stitched up at a hospital on the journey back.

Harry had grown up in Dallas, Texas, in a tacky old house that barely stood upright just on the outside of town. Whilst his Father was out working on a ranch somewhere and getting pissed up every night, Harry would spend most of his days keeping the house together whilst tending to his younger siblings. His mother was often somewhere in the house - nobody knew exactly what she was doing, since she wasn’t exactly all there half the time - but she was there.

Every visit they made back home was a reminder as to why they had entered the military in the first place. Whenever their mother would send them a letter, it was either because she wanted something or wanted them to come home so she could ask for that same something in person. The last time Harry had bought his siblings home was the first time in years. He thought his mother would be different yet he had no idea why - she was still letting that old man walk around as if he was the one who kept the house from falling. 

“Sonny and I agreed you’re picking up Elise from nursery by the way,” George smirked, chucking his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his foot. 

“You and Sonny agreed that?” Harry frowned, receiving a nod from his brother, “I’ve been flying all day and y’ still want me to go pick up the baby?”

George clapped his older brother on the shoulder, “We’ve both got to help out in the warehouse this evening and besides, you’re Offutt's best pilot, I think you can handle picking up a two-year-old on the way home.” 

Harry didn’t have time to argue with his brother as he stepped into the warehouse. He let out a deep sigh and took one puff of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. He put his flight cap on his head to cover his messy hair and straightened his aviator jacket, walking towards the nursery. 

. . .

“How have you found your first day Y/N?” Midge, one of the other nursery workers asked as they stood at the sink together to wash up some of the paint pots a few of the kids had been playing with in the afternoon. 

“It’s been wonderful, Midge.” Y/N grinned. Although she was tired, she also felt ecstatic to finally be working again after months of searching for a new job.  She had always been good with children thanks to her older sister having a kid of her own for her to babysit now and then. So when the opportunity arose to work a well-paying job at a nursery on the military base, she couldn’t pass it up. They’d even offer her free accommodation and discounted food for groceries which was perfect considering she didn’t have much of any of those things when she was living alone.

“I expect most of the kids will be getting picked up soon,” Midge glanced at the clock, “Everyone will be returning from work.”

Y/N hadn’t expected pick up time at the nursery to be so busy but fathers and mothers bustled in to pick up their children to take them home all at once. Once the majority of the kids had been picked up, Y/N glanced around to see the mess that had been left from the day that she’d have to clean up by herself. Her shoulders dropped as she landed on a small figure, realising she wasn’t completely alone yet. 

“Elise, what are you doing?” Y/N smiled at the tiny girl playing in the corner, she was picking up picture books and flicking through them as if she were actually reading them. Y/N crouched down in front of the small toddler, “Are you enjoying those?” 

Elise just grinned, picking something up with her small fingers and trying to put it in her mouth. Her brown, curly ringlets were no longer in uneven bunches like they had been this morning and her overalls were covered in food and paint stains. Y/N picked up the two-year-old to place in her lap, “Shall we read something before your dad comes to get you?” Elise babbled a reply. 

Halfway through their fifth book, Elise was near enough asleep on Y/N’s lap. It had already been an hour since all of the other children went home and it wouldn’t be long before the sun would set. Y/N carefully picked Elise up so her head was on her shoulder and it was comfy enough to sleep as she stepped towards the telephone to see if Elise’s father was coming to pick her up. 

As her hand went to pick up the telephone, a voice stopped her, “Hello?” It was deep and southern and husky like he had just smoked a cigarette or two, “I’m here to pick up Elise.” 

Y/N turned around, and her breath caught in her throat as she spotted a tall figure leaning casually against the door frame. He wore a brown leather aviator jacket and grey trousers, with his flight cap tucked under his arm. His piercing green eyes, similar to Elise's, met hers, framed by brown curly hair. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips. 

Y/N had never seen anyone like him in her entire life. 

“Y-yes,” She cleared her throat and forced her eyes to look away from his intense gaze. She stood and walked over to where he stood by the door with Elise in his arms, “You must be Elise’s father.” 

“M her brother,” He corrected. 

“Excuse me?” Y/N wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly, too busy gawking at him to actually pay attention. 

“M Elise’s brother, one out of three of her brothers to be exact.” He repeated, his eyes glancing at the sleeping girl Y/N was holding. 

“O-oh,” She blushed, “My bad, you look so similar I thought you were her father.”

“Easy mistake,” Harry smirked, “Would you like me to take her from you?” 

“Yes, of course,” Y/N gently removed Elise from her and passed her to Harry.

“There we go,” He cooed as Elise whimpered at the sudden movement, “There’s m’ little Elise.” 

Y/N thought her ovaries might explode as she watched the pilot interact with the small girl in his arms, making sure she was comfortable enough so she could remain asleep. “Are you new here ma’am?” Harry spoke his focus now back on Y/N.

“Yes actually, today’s my first day here,” She explained. 

“No wonder, I ain’t ever seen y’ around the place. How’re you liking it so far?” 

“I’ve only been here a couple of days but it’s been nice. Working here at the nursery has been lovely too,” 

“Yeah?” Harry’s lips curled, “I hope this one hasn’t been giving y’ much trouble. She can be a little devil with my younger brothers.” 

Y/N immediately shook her head, “No, she’s been lovely honestly. Think I spent most of the day with Elise out of all the other children.” 

Y/N noticed how Harry focused on her face as she spoke to him, every now and then his eyes would dart to her lips and then back up to meet her eyes, “Y got any friends here?” 

She paused, “Any friends?” 

“Yeah, you know,” He half smiled, it felt almost flirty but maybe Y/N was just imagining it, “People y’ like to hang out with.”

“Uh yeah, I share a house with a few of the girls who work in various places around the base. I get along with most of them and the ladies who work here at the nursery too.” Y/N explained, cringing at how awkward she was and how she’d probably be replaying this conversation back later only to die of embarrassment of all the things she said. 

“Y’ know there’s a dance down at the community centre this Friday, y’ should come, oh and invite some of those friends of yours too.” 

“Oh I don’t know, I think I’m working this Friday and-” 

“A lot of my buddies who I fly with go there sometimes - a good time they said. It might be a good chance to meet some of the people here,” He shrugged, “Could offer y’ a dance or two if you’d like.” 

Y/N wondered if all this was really happening right now or if she was just so tired that she was hallucinating, “O-okay,”

Harry grinned, a dimple carving into his cheek, “Well alright then,”

“Alright then,” Y/N tried to keep her smile at bay as she took it as his queue to leave. She kept the door open so he could easily step out as he walked backwards with Elise in his arms and his eyes still on Y/N even as he said nothing. 

“So I’ll see y’ at the dance?” 

“Maybe,” Y/N shrugged, even though she had already decided she was most definitely going to the dance. 

“Alright, maybe I’ll see y’ at the dance then,” Harry responded with a light, amused chuckle. 

Y/N watched as he turned his back and began to walk down the dirt road until he stopped briefly and spun around, “I didn’t catch y’name by the way,” He called out to her.

Y/N cupped her mouth, “It’s Y/N,”

“Y/N,” He said the name like he was testing how it sounded, “M Harry. Hey, I better see y’ at that dance Y/N, I don’t handle rejection all that well.” Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“I can believe that,” She yelled back.

“I’d say goodbye but I wanna see y’ at that dance so I’ll say goodnight instead.” Harry said with a casual salute before turning and continuing down the road.

Y/N shut the door and leaned against it, clutching her hands over her chest in complete disbelief. Her sister had warned her the pilots on the base would be young men near enough her own age and that she ought to be careful hanging around them. However, her sister hadn’t warned her that a man like Harry would stumble over to her workplace to pick up his sister and invite her to a dance on Friday night.

Y/N quickly cleaned up the nursery, shoving things into boxes and wiping down the tables, before grabbing her coat and running down the road to her house.

On every street on the housing estate, there was a row of houses that all looked the same but were owned by different types of people. Some had big families all living under one roof, others were men who lived alone. Y/N’s house was the first house on the street. It was a traditionally designed home with a pitched roof, a small front porch and symmetrical windows. She shared it with three other girls who all worked different jobs across the Air Force base. 

The sun had already set by the time she entered the house. All the lights were turned on and the gentle music of Buddy Holly sounded from the living room. Y/N kicked off her heels and hung up her coat, walking to the living room where Patsy and Molly were lounging on the couch. Molly had Patsy’s foot in her lap as she painted her toenails a wine red. 

Y/N collapsed on the couch next to Molly, “What’s wrong? Work not go so well?” Molly inquired.

“No,” Y/N huffed, resting her head on Molly’s shoulder, “It was wonderful.”

“Well, what’s got you so blue Peggy Sue,” Patsy questioned, her tone playful. She was reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. 

“A man came into work after everybody left to pick up one of the girls, Elise.” Y/N clarified. 

“You mean Elise Styles?” Molly asked. 

Y/N sat up, “Yes, you know her?” 

“Just about every woman on this base knows her. She’s the Styles’ little sister.” Molly explained, “We’ve all had to babysit her at least once for those brothers.” 

“Yeah and neither of us will be doing it again,” Patsy piped up, as if reminding Molly. 

“Oh, you must know Harry then,” Molly paused, shoving Patsy’s foot off of her lap and turning to face Y/N.

“Is he the man you’re sighing over?” Patsy’s magazine fell to the floor as she too stopped to listen. 

Y/N furrowed her brows, confused by their reaction, “Y-yes, what about him?”

“What about him?” Molly stood, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the coffee table and lighting it up, “Y/N you oughta be careful around all three of those brothers but especially Harry.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N glanced at Patsy who nodded in agreement with Molly. 

“That boy is not good news. He’s Offutt’s best pilot and he thinks that gives him the right to go around sniffing out every woman that steps foot onto this base.” Y/N frowns, watching as Molly begins to pace back and forth, “He didn’t ask you to go out with him did he?”

“Well he asked me to the dance on Friday. The one at the community centre.” 

“Oh, I bet he did!’ Molly exclaimed, “Listen Y/N, I’m telling you this because I don’t want any trouble for you. That boy is no good, he’s slept with half the ladies residing here and even the wives too I bet! He asked Patsy to go out to dinner with him one night and stood her up to go see another woman.”

Y/N glanced at Patsy, “He was flirting with two different women inbetween the moment he asked and our date a week later.” She added. 

“That’s right. Y/N darlin’, we shoulda warned y’ before y’ stepped foot out of this house this morning. Those Styles brothers will mess you around and leave y’ lonely for sport. You’re too nice to deserve all of that.” 

Y/N's shoulders slumped, “But he seemed so… nice.” Y/N pictured Harry with Elise and how gentle he was with her. 

“He’s not a bad person Y/N but when it comes to women, there’s no guessing what that man turns into.”

“Everyone’s heard plenty of things about why they came here too. If you ask me, his home wasn’t exactly a perfect example to him.” Patsy said.

“Well, whatever reason, best stay away from him.” Molly finished. 

Y/N heaved a sigh, “So I shouldn’t go to the dance on Friday?”

“Oh no, we’ll go to the dance. Harry’s not the only fine, young pilot on base I’ll tell you that.” Molly smirked and Patsy cheered with excitement at the thought of going out Friday night. 

Y/N attempted to smile, but she couldn't shake off the sadness upon realising that the man she had met earlier in the evening wasn't as kind as she had initially believed. Molly fell back onto the couch next to her and put an arm around her shoulders, “Cheer up sweet cheeks. I’m sure plenty of men will want to take you out after this dance.” 

Y/N managed a weak smile, grateful for Molly's comforting presence. "Thanks, Molly," she murmured, leaning into her friend's embrace.

"Yeah, plenty of fish in the sea, darlin'. You'll find one that's worth your time." Patsy chimed in.

Feeling a bit more reassured by her friends' words, Y/N nodded. "You're right. I can’t let one bad apple ruin my night."

Molly squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "That's the spirit! Now let's focus on having a great time at the dance. We can tell you about some of the other fellas who live here too."

With her friends' support, Y/N felt an inkling of hope return. She might have been disappointed by one man, but she wasn't about to let it dampen her spirits for the rest of the evening. She was glad she told her friends about her interaction with Harry and now she was left with one rule stitched into the back of her mind.

Keep away from Harry Styles. 

. . .

The night sky was clear enough to see the stars glittering against the pitch-black backdrop. A soft, gentle breeze flowed through the air as Harry lay back on the swinging chair on the front porch of the house he shared with his three brothers. 

This was his favourite time of day when it was completely silent and the air was cool and crisp. He didn’t like the nights so much when he was living with his parents. After midnight, or sometimes just before, his father would come in through the backdoor stinking the place up with alcohol and waking everyone up with his nightly rampages. 

Nowadays, the nighttime was the most relaxing part of the day and Harry savoured every second of it. He often finds himself sat out on the porch after putting Elise to bed. He’d smoke a cigarette or two, and maybe play his guitar a little bit. 

Tonight felt a little different though. Whilst his brothers were upstairs trying to put a fussy Elise to bed after she’d napped when he brought her home from nursery, he came outside and could think of nothing but the woman he found holding his little sister in her arms. 

Harry knew everyone on base the same way they knew him. He recognised faces easily and had at least one brief encounter with everyone he met in passing. However, the face he had met for the first time this evening was unfamiliar and new. 

Her features were delicate and angelic, with large doe eyes that held a hint of shyness to them. A soft, rosy blush adorned her cheeks and her lips were full and plush that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of them. Her movements were gentle and her voice was airy and sweet, Harry thought of her stuttering and the way she’d blush whenever she spoke. He hadn’t seen anything like her in his life - he wasn’t a religious or spiritual person but, at that moment, he was pretty sure an angel had landed right in front of his very eyes. 

Even her name sounded as though it came from some kind of mythical text - one full of beauty and purity, love and light. 

Harry wasn’t the purist of men, far from it. He had slept in the beds of women he couldn’t remember the name of and indulged in his fair share of reckless behaviour. But in the presence of Y/N, he felt an unfamiliar stirring within him, a sense of longing tugging at his heartstrings. He didn’t know what it was and he wasn’t so sure he was ready to find out yet. 

He lit a cigarette with a matchstick and exhaled into the air, tendrils of smoke dancing above him. The sound of footsteps thudding inside of the house as someone walked downstairs, broke the silence he had been basking in. 

The door swung open and George stepped out, “Finally managed to get Elise to settle down though it took a whole round of nursery rhymes. Sonny’s still up there now, he’s afraid she’ll wake up again if he stops singing.” George took a cigarette from the pack Harry had in his pocket, “I thought you told those ladies at the nursery not to let her nap before she comes home.” 

“I did,” Harry spoke, his voice husky. 

“What? They didn’t listen to y’?” George chuckled. 

“There’s a new worker. I’ll let her know next time I see her.” Harry hadn’t wanted to tell Y/N that Elise wasn’t allowed to sleep so late in the afternoon because it was harder to get her to go to bed at night. He didn’t seem to have the heart to as he watched her hold the small girl in her arms. 

George scoffed, “A new worker? Is she a knockout at least?” 

Harry didn’t reply, instead asking,  “What do y’ think about the three of us going to the dance at the Community Centre on Friday?” 

George laughed until he realised his brother wasn’t laughing with him, “You’re serious?” 

The door swung open again and out stepped Sonny, “I swear if that baby wakes up, you two can sit in there and dance circles around her singing Miss Muffet for all I care. I ain’t doing that again.” He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, “Can y’ pass me a cigarette, George?” 

George handed the cigarette to Sonny, “Hey Sonny, Harry wants to know if we’ll go to the dance at the Community Centre this Friday.”

Sonny chuckled but that quickly went away, “Oh shit really?”

“Yeah tha’s what I thought,” George said.

“You got your eye on someone Harry?” Sonny spoke, “Is it that girl from the med centre? She sure is something.”

Harry sat up and turned to face his two brothers, “No, it’s not that,” He lied, “Jus’ thought we could go do something other than sit around and drink at the bar.” 

“But the dance?” Sonny quirked a brow, “You hate dances.”

“I never said that,” Harry said, even though he always made it known how much he hated the dances they held every Friday night. 

“No, I definitely think I remember y’ saying dances were for people who wanted to get laid but couldn’t,” George spoke, backing up his younger brother who nodded in agreement. 

“Alright,” Harry held his hands up, “Alright maybe I did say that. C’mon, what are you, Gunther and Francis? Sit down the pair of you.” They followed their older brother's orders, sitting on the seats opposite him. “Maybe there is a girl.” He sighed.

“Oh yeah?” Sonny smirked.

“Yeah, little shit,” Harry chuckled, “So if you could both do me a favour and get yourselves cleaned up Friday night because we’re going to a shitty dance and I won’t be having either of y’ covered in grease and soot.”

“Okay, alright, H.” George took a puff of his cigarette, “But you’re paying for drinks after.”  Harry shook his head, unable to suppress a chuckle.

. . .

Y/N stood in front of her bedroom mirror when Friday night rolled around. She had left the nursery in a hurry, needing as much time as possible to get ready for the dance at the Community Centre. She had been wracked with nerves all week, knowing there was a high chance she would see Harry there and she’d have to do her best to ignore him like Molly had told her to. 

She had picked out her outfit the night before. It was one of her best dresses- a lovely duck egg blue, satin fabric with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline that showed off her decolletage. From the waist, the skirt flowed down in a full, flared A-line silhouette, gently swaying with every step. She wore white low heels on her feet and decided to carry a small purse with her too. 

Most of her time in the evening was spent on her hair and makeup. Y/N had almost used an entire can of hairspray to ensure her hair would stay intact the whole night. Molly had even given her a French manicure the night before and she spent the whole day at the nursery trying her best not to ruin her perfectly shaped nails. 

It had been a long time since she had put this much effort into going somewhere and it was all for a measly dance. There would be many other pretty girls who had spent more or less time on dressing up who probably had a better chance of catching the eye of a man than Y/N did. Yet she wasn’t hoping for the attention of just any man. 

Even though Molly and Patsy had warned her of Harry’s nature, she couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled and the sound of his voice as he spoke in that deep, southern drawl. Every time she thought of going to the dance, he would appear in her mind. Maybe she didn’t necessarily want anything from him but she wanted to at least catch his eye enough to make a lasting impression on him. 

Y/N applied a little more powder to her nose and did one final check in the mirror. She straightened her shoulders, “This will have to do,” She muttered, grabbing her purse. 

Patsy and Molly were already downstairs drinking margaritas and listening to Frank Sinatra on the record player. “Oh and another one comes to join us,” Molly grinned, wearing a navy, spotty dress with a red belt wrapped around her small waist. 

“What took you so long?” Patsy grinned, pouring a drink in a martini glass and handing it to Y/N.

“O-oh no thank you, I don’t drink.” Y/N shook her head and forced a smile out of politeness.

“What? You don’t?” Patsy replied like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“Oh c’mon! Just one little sip - liquid courage and all that.” Molly took the glass from Patsy to give to Y/N who forced herself to take it from her. She held the glass to her lips, taking one small sip and feeling a tiny burn from the alcohol. 

“Good right?” Molly smirked, lighting a cigarette and holding the packet open to Y/N. 

“No thank you, I don’t smoke either.” Y/N laughs nervously. 

“Fair enough,” Molly shrugs, passing the pack over to Patsy who happily takes one for herself. 

Y/N places her drink on the table, knowing she won’t be touching it again. “We’ll be heading out in a moment, we’re just waiting on one more.” As if she could hear them talking about her, footsteps thumped down the stairs and into the living room.

Y/N’s eyes widened when her eyes landed on the tall, blonde standing in the doorway. She was wearing a black dress with a neckline that showed off her bust and a tight waistline that accentuated her curves. The strands of her golden, blonde hair were tied back into a high ponytail with her fringe perfectly curled. She wore red lipstick on her plump lips which made the blue in her eyes even brighter than they already were. 

“You’ve been in your room for hours, Nancy,” Patsy whined. 

“Yes well, I don’t just plan on getting wasted tonight Patsy.” Nancy retorted. 

Nancy was Y/N's other housemate, but Y/N didn't know her as well as she knew Patsy and Molly. Even though they lived together, Nancy seemed a bit distant compared to the latter two, who were friendly and nice. Nancy would smile politely, but she didn't say much else. Oftentimes, Y/N would get a strange feeling about Nancy like how she would make little comments that seemed to be jabs masked by forced politeness or how sometimes it felt like Nancy enjoyed pointing out Y/N's mistakes, like how she did her laundry or what groceries she bought. She wasn’t sure what she had done to upset Nancy but Y/N hoped it was just her over-thinking that made her believe she was this way and that tonight would allow them to get to know each other a little better. 

Nancy’s eyes fell on Y/N and looked her up and down, “Nice dress,” She said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

“Thank you,” Y/N offered her a smile but received nothing in return. 

“Alright ladies,” Molly stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray, “Let’s go catch us a few good men.”

“A few?” Patsy giggled.

“You’re right, I think a few is a little too much for this place.” Molly huffed and led the way out of the house and towards the community centre. 

Y/N could hear the live music coming from the centre as they walked down the street. Patsy and Molly were stumbling ahead, arms linked together as they laughed side by side. Y/N tried not to laugh at her friends as she walked alongside Nancy. 

“You planning on hooking up with anybody tonight?” Nancy’s voice broke the silence between them. 

“No I don’t think so,” Y/N replies. 

Nancy scoffs, “These dances are mostly for that you know, better prepare yourself when a fella tries to talk to you.”

“You think they’ll want to?” Y/N asked, hopeful.

Nancy glanced at her, “I’m sure they’ll snatch you right up those pilot boys.”

Y/N blushes, “Is there anyone you’ve got your eyes on tonight Nancy?” She liked this, conversing with Nancy. She hoped this would be the start of breaking the ice between them and maybe they could become friends eventually, or at least build acquaintances. 

Nancy smirks, “Only one.” She said nothing after that. 

The girls walked into the community centre which was already full of people from all over the airbase. A live band was playing Elvis Presley songs, the music blaring into Y/N’s ears once they stepped inside. “Any of you girls want a drink-”

“Molly is that Everett?” Patsy pointed to a man in the corner, talking to a woman. 

Molly’s face scrunched up, “I guess he’s back from Italy.”

Nancy interrupted the conversation, her eyes darting across the room like she was searching for somebody, “You girls grab something to drink, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

“Who’s Everett?” Y/N asked Patsy as they walked towards the drinks table. 

“A guy Molly had a thing with last year,” Patsy explained.

“Yeah until he told me he was going to Italy for a year and wanted to break things off so he could get laid by an Italian woman.” Molly ranted, leading the girls to the drinks table. 

A bowl of punch resided in the centre of the table, Molly grabbed the ladle and poured them all a drink. Y/N took a sip and allowed her eyes to scan the room. Couples were dancing in the centre whilst others spoke in groups off to the side.  

Eventually, her eyes caught sight of a group of men walking through the door. Each one of them was dressed in a similar uniform, a navy blue tailored jacket and matching, fitted trousers. She watched as an entire group of them continued to flood in through the doors until the last man stepped through. 

He was wearing the same uniform as the others and his hair was gelled back with one curl falling in front of his forehead, unlike the messy curls she had seen when they first met. Y/N couldn’t help but stare as he weaved through the crowd and interacted with people as he walked past them. Everyone seemed to know him from the looks of it. He exuded confidence and bravado, people’s faces lighting up whenever he stopped to talk to them.

“Patsy?” One of the boys spoke. 

“Here we go,” Molly muttered, forcing a smile. 

A man with features that looked similar to the man Y/N had been eyeing, walked up to them with a taller man following him. “Hi Sonny,” Patsy greeted. 

“Y’ sure know how to make yourself look good when you want to,” He winked, eyeing her up and down.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Patsy put both her hands on her waist. 

“You know what I mean,” Sonny argued, realising he might have said something to offend her even though he had no idea what that might be. 

“Hi,” The taller man behind him spoke. Y/N looked up and was met with familiar green eyes except they were a little bit lighter than the ones she had seen. 

“Hi,” Y/N blushed.

“I’m George. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” He wondered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the crowd as he spoke. 

“Y-Yes, I arrived recently actually. I just started working at the nursery.” She clarified. 

“Oh, the nursery! You must know my little sister Elise.”  Y/N’s lips turned upwards thinking of the little girl she had been spending so much time with over the last few days. Since her first day, Elise had constantly been wanting her attention whether it was to nap or play with things or read books. “You must have met my older brother then.”

“Older brother?” Y/N didn’t have enough time to register as George glanced around the room and called out his brother’s name. 

“Harry, c’mere!” He called. 

Harry’s head turned towards them in the middle of his conversation. His eyes landed on his brother until they found hers. He offered a small smile and began to walk towards them with a drink already in his hand, “This is one of the new workers at Elise’s nursery.” George introduced even though he didn’t really need to. 

“Yes, we’ve already met,” Harry said and Y/N thought she might melt into a puddle on the floor at the sound of his voice. “Hi there,”

“Hello,” Y/N smiled, shyly.

“So you came?” He teased. 

“I did.” She laughed, lightly. 

“And these are y’ friends?” He looked to Patsy and Molly who were bickering with Sonny who seemed to have said something else to offend them, George now joining in on the argument as he let Harry and Y/N talk. 

“Yeah, they’re my friends,” Y/N said, feeling nervous under his gaze. But despite her nerves, she couldn't deny the thrill of being the focus of his attention.

“Good to know,” He murmured, “Y come here with anyone else?” 

"Um, no, just the girls from my house," Y/N stuttered, feeling a rush of nerves as Harry's gaze lingered on her. "I don't know that many people. Other than the girls I live with and the ones from the nursery, who are all lovely, by the way," she added, her words tumbling out in a nervous ramble.

Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement at her flustered state. "You know me too," he stated, his tone playful as he leaned in closer. 

Y/N gulped the air she breathed just as the lights in the centre dimmed. The fast-paced music began to slow down and couples gathered to the dance floor to slow dance together. “Y wanna dance with me Y/N?” Harry asked. 

“I-I’m not very good at it,” Y/N smiled sheepishly, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. It was impossible to resist the charm that radiated from him.

He held out the palm of his hand and Y/N’s lips parted as she glanced down at it, “S just swaying tha’s all. Think y’ can do that?” 

Y/N hesitantly nodded, her pulse quickening as Harry's long fingers gently wrapped around her wrist. A tingling sensation danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine and causing goosebumps to rise in response to his touch. He led her to the centre of the dancefloor and turned around so they were face to face. Harry took both of Y/N's hands in his own, his touch sending electric currents coursing through her veins. With a tender yet confident touch, he trailed his fingers down her arms, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. As his hands settled at her waist, Y/N's breath turned shallow, her heart racing as the music floated through the air. 

She was stiff at first, unable to relax until he leant forward and whispered, “Relax birdy,” She felt his breath against her neck as he spoke. He squeezed her waist a little and she dropped her shoulders, trying her best to loosen up under the circumstances. 

“Birdy?” Y/N spoke, questioning the new nickname.

“I spotted y’ as soon as I stepped through the door. Your dress is blue ‘n it reminded me of the bluebirds I used to see back home whenever I’d go up in the mountains with my grandpa.” He explained. 

“I didn’t know you’d seen me.”

“I searched for y’ as soon as I walked in. I only came because of you, if I couldn’t find y’ I’d probably just turn back and go to a bar or something.” He chuckled and Y/N laughed with him.

“No Elise?” She questioned, unable to stop herself from asking about the little girl she had become fond of. 

“Elise is staying with the family next door. Little rascal tried to get ketchup on my uniform,” He rolled his eyes, “I got a free house if that’s what you’re implying though.”

Y/N’s face turned beat red, “N-No that’s not what I’m implying at all.”

“M just messin’” Harry grinned, cheekily.

Y/N relaxed, composing herself and trying to pull herself together, “I’ve heard things about you, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry smirked, “What things?”

“Just things.” Y/N felt his fingertips press her skin for a moment.

“And do you believe these things?” Harry murmured, leaning in a little closer.

Y/N looked him in the eye, trying to see if she could read him without having to ask him a thousand questions, “I don’t know yet.” 

Harry opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by the sudden change in music and the lights turning on above them. People cheered as they gathered back into big groups and began dancing again. Harry bit back a grin, shaking his head, “Y wanna come outside with me?” He asked, shouting over the loud music. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to pull her through the crowd of people. 

The air was cold once they stepped outside. Harry led her over to a small bench nearby where fewer people were gathered. He pulled out a cigarette and offered her the pack, “Oh no thank you, I don’t smoke.” She declined, politely. 

Harry smiled around his cigarette, his gaze lingering on Y/N for a beat or two as he casually slipped the pack into the pocket of his trousers. The air between them was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sound of music drifting from inside the centre. Sensing Y/N's slight shiver, Harry swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders without saying a word.

"But you'll get cold," Y/N protested, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Don't y’ worry about me. I don't get cold," Harry quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he shrugged off her concern. His white t-shirt revealed toned arms adorned with a few tattoos littering his tanned skin. 

As Harry tilted his head back to blow smoke into the night air, Y/N couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself with effortless confidence. Gathering her courage, she decided to strike up a conversation.

"Were those your brothers back there?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Yeah, Sonny and George," Harry confirmed with a hint of pride in his voice.

"They look so much like you," Y/N remarked, her curiosity piqued.

"Strong genes, I suppose," Harry shrugged, his tone becoming more serious as he opened up about his family background. 

"What about you? Do you have any siblings?" He inquired.

"Just an older sister and my little niece, Rosie Jean," Y/N replied, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she thought of her family.

"And your parents?" Harry pressed, his gaze intense as he studied her reaction.

"My parents are doctors, they work at a surgery in town," Y/N explained, feeling a pang of homesickness as she reminisced about her upbringing.

"And yours?" She prompted, turning the conversation back to Harry.

"M parents are nobodies," Harry's voice took on a sombre tone, clearly his family life was a sensitive topic. Sensing his discomfort, Y/N chose her next words carefully.

"What about Elise?" she asked, hoping to lighten the mood with talk of his sister.

"Elise is better off being raised by us three than being left alone in a house with batshit crazy," Harry scoffed, his protective instincts kicking in.

Feeling the weight of their conversation, Y/N searched for a way to lift Harry's spirits. "What made you want to be a pilot?" she asked, genuinely interested.

“Sonny came home wanting to sign up for cadet training after they visited his school. He came home running through the doors with a flyer in his hand and told everybody he was going into the army. I told him ‘No brother of mine is going anywhere that requires trench foot and guns.’ He didn’t talk to me for a week after that. It wasn’t until I found an advertisement where y’ could train to fly planes when I decided I was gonna make a better life for myself and my siblings. It just so happened Sonny and George wouldn’t let me go at it alone.” He inhaled his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. 

As Harry shared the story of how he and his brothers found their way to Offutt, Y/N couldn't help but admire his determination. She found herself drawn to him even more, captivated by his strength and the way he always included his brother’s in everything he spoke about. 

A comfortable silence settled between them. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as Harry smoothly slid his hand next to hers, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. 

"Have I told y’ how beautiful y’look tonight?" Harry's voice was soft, his gaze locking with hers in a way that made her heart race.

Y/N blushed at his compliment, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "You're lying," she protested, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her cheeks.

"I swear it," Harry insisted, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Swear on m’ life, birdy."

Y/N's heart fluttered at the nickname, a secret thrill running through her as she turned to face him. His eyes held a tenderness that melted her defences, and she found herself smiling back at him.

"Hi, birdy," Harry murmured, a dimple appearing on his cheek as he leaned in closer.

"Hi, Harry," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she savoured the moment.

Harry's shoulders dropped and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though he seemed to be fighting to contain it. “I can’t lie to y’ birdy, I can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at his words. “I was gonna lie and tell y’ I’d been thinking about it since I saw you tonight but… quite honestly, I think I've been dreaming of y’ since I met y’ the other day.” 

Y/N didn’t know what to say, she felt as though someone had put a zipper straight across her mouth and she couldn’t get it to open. All she could feel was every muscle in her body beating against her skin as though they were trying to force her to surge forward and kiss him herself. “Y-You can if you want,” She stuttered, cheeks pink.

Harry laughed, “What about if you want? Can’t go kissin’ y’ if y’ don’t want it birdy.” 

“I do want it,” Y/N nodded. 

“Yeah?” He spoke but it came out more like a whisper. 

“Yeah.” Y/N gulped, feeling nervous. 

Harry didn’t hesitate once the word had left her mouth. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss, soft and exploratory. Y/N's heart fluttered as she melted into the warmth of Harry's embrace, her senses flooded with the taste of his lips and the scent of his cedarwood cologne.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, their kisses deepening with each passing second. Harry's arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her as close to him as possible. 

In that instant, everything else faded away—the noise of the party, the chill of the night air—leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of their first kiss. 

They were both breathless as they pulled apart. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open to find Harry already looking at her, his eyes filled with emotion and intense desire. She noticed his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and she couldn’t help but giggle when she noticed the red lipstick stain she had left on his mouth from her kiss. 

“Where abouts do you live?” Harry murmured.

“Clemon Street,” Y/N spoke, her voice coming out a whisper. 

“Yeah? That’s on my way home,” He grinned. 

“Oh really?” Y/N bit back a laugh, “I thought y’ lived on Newark Street - it said so in Elise’s file.” 

Harry shrugged, “I like to go the long way round.” Y/N didn’t bother pulling him up on the fact that the two streets were on opposite ends of the housing estate. 

“Can I walk y’ home?” He asked, his fingers fiddling with the fabric of her dress. 

Y/N nodded, biting her bottom lip, “Yeah I’d like that.” 

Harry grinned, “Well alright then.”

They stood up, Y/N keeping his jacket around her shoulders since it was still cold out, “I’ve just got to go to the bathroom,” She motioned towards the community centre. 

“I’ll wait for y’ at the door,” He said, following her as they walked to the community centre side by side. Y/N walked up to the steps and opened the door, she looked over her shoulder to make sure Harry was still there- that he was real and not just someone she dreamt up.

Harry caught her eye, “M not going anywhere birdy,” he winked, “hurry up so I can walk y’ home and kiss y’ again.” 

Y/N laughed and hurried straight to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the cubicle door behind her and sank down onto the lid of the toilet seat, a wide grin spreading across her face. Unable to contain her excitement, she let out a delighted squeal, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the moment she had just shared. 

She pulled out the pocket mirror from her bag and quickly reapplied the lipstick that had been smeared off. She fluffed up her hair with her hands and rubbed her aching cheeks from where had been smiling so much. She stood up and held Harry’s coat in her arms.  As Y/N stepped outside the community centre, she scanned the area in search of Harry, hoping to catch a glimpse of him waiting for her. Her anticipation turned to disappointment when she couldn't spot him anywhere, and her shoulders slumped slightly in resignation. Just as she was about to turn away, a figure caught her eye—a silhouette that had a striking resemblance to Harry—standing in a shadowy corner illuminated by the lights from the community centre.

Heart fluttering with excitement, Y/N smiled and took a step forward, eager to walk home with him. However, her joy quickly turned to dismay when she realised he wasn't alone.

A sudden giggle pierced the air, causing Y/N's heart to sink. Molly's warning appeared typed out in big letters at the forefront of her mind, filling her with regret and dread as she hesitated, frozen in place. With each step she took closer, the scene before her unfolded—it was Nancy, her housemate, clinging to the man she had just kissed.

I imagine George to be Callum Turner and Sonny to be Timothee Chalamet specifically from ms stevens but you can imagine whoever you’d like ! <;33

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Hi, I love Morticia and Gomez Effect universe, and I have to say it. I'm the only one who thinks that if she ends up getting pregnant, it would be a girl. How would Mihawk be as a girl dad. Or, would they have twins or triplets?? They want an army, after all.😏😉

I like your thinking! MWHAHAHAHAHS

Morticia and Gomez Effect - pt. 3

Creating an Army

Mihawk x FemReader

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• It seemed all that really had to be done was speaking the wish for a child- In less then 2 months you found out you were pregnant. Much to the delight of Mihawk and yourself.

• Mihawk was very protective of you, essentially a helicopter. He needed to make sure you were safe and healthy, cooking all your meals, making sure Perona was as respectful as possible and didn't dare to cause a fuss while you were pregnant.

• Which she didn't in truth. Perona had been actually excited at the idea of a baby, flooding the place with more stuffed animals and 'cute' onsies.

• While for you, the pregnancy reminded you of the sea. At times calm and cool, while others it was like a raging storm in your body. You were fortunate that Mihawk was like a massive ship that could ride through the calms and battle thr storms, Rubbing your back when you puked- Whsipering sweet words when you cried and wiping away the discomfort that settled on your bones as the baby grew.

• It was a normal day, you were 6 months along in your pregnancy and Mihawk had gone out to train. Leaving you to the peace of your favorite fruit tea and some cakes.

• Delightful

• As you tucked into your new found treats you heard the door open and the sound of chattering. Knowing that it wasn't Mihawk you reached for the blade you kept tucked to your side under the large blanket you were under.

• Till you saw young familiar faces.

• The young Pirates, The Strawhats finally had return it seemed. With your necklace in tow as they looked like they had been through quite a journey and back. The scorch marks upon their clothes also being a amusing sight.

• Zoro stepped forward, bowing respectfully to his teacher. The other pirates also coming to greet you and hopefully stay in your good Graces.

• "Madam Dracule, We have your necklace" Zoro said with calm respect.

• He watched you stand and his eyes and the eyes of the young pirates all went to the same thing that had been obstructed by the thick blankets. Your rounded stomach-

• "Thank you Zoro, I do hope it was able to help in your journey" You say calmly as you take the necklace from him- Seeing how their faces went to that or horror and shock at the sight of your clearly pregnant stomach.

• The blonde one, with a weird eyebrow was the first to break "THATS NOT FAIR!? HE GETS A HOT WIFE AND GETS HER KNOCKED UP!?" He screamed in shock which surprised you before the rest of the crew decended on him like hounds to shut him up. Zoro still just standing there shocked till a random foot seemed to hit him and he joined the fight-

• Of course Mihawk hurt the commotion and quickly went to find you, coming to a sight he didn't know what to deal with first.

• There the strawhats were all fighting each other. The two women of the crew speaking to you calmly and touching your rounded stomach with your blessing as you held your ruby necklace and A passed out Reindeer at the foot of the fight..

• Deciding the fighting was the first thing be wad quick to knock out all the boys and toss them out his home. The reindeer he just stepped over since it was useless- he also make quick work to ask the women to leave which they did after giving polite goodbyes and congratulations.

• That leaving Mihawk to then scoop you up and bring you to bed. Having found that it was bedtime-

• Possessive as ever...

• In the coming months, the house was prepared for your birth. Mihawk having brought in a medical team for you- You assumed they were paid well but terrified.

• It had been after dinner, 3 weeks early when your water had broke. It seemed your child wanted to make their grand entrance early.

• It was like the world had stopped when you felt a rush of water down your legs when you went to stand to get some juice- Mihawk and you both just staring at the floor under you were the water was

• ....

• "..Hell" Mihawk muttered first, shooting back his wine in a effort to calm his nerves before rushing over to you and quickly escorting you to the labor room. Summoning the doctors quickly as well who got you prepped and ready.

• It was slow at first- But as the hours ticked by you the pain increased. Mihawk seated next to you as he tried to guild you through the waves of pain that wrecked your body.

• While labor is hard, He knows you are quite strong and will survive. You have to... You can't leave him

• "You alright darling?" He ask softly, holding your hand as you suffer with bringing in the next Dracule in the world.

• You give a weakened smile "It is painful- But it's a is not worth dying for" You say playfully, Earning a smile from Mihawk who kissed the back of your hand.

• The poor Doctors are uncomfortable by the whole situation. Especially with how calm you were during God Damn Labor!-

• It was near twilight of the next Morning did the labor finally come to an end. A shrill cry piercing the cold morning air as new life was brought in.

• "It's a Girl!" The Doctor said cheerfully as the crying child was liftwd and placed on your chest carefully and beginning to be cleaned with a towel.

• You and Mihawk seated next to each other staring wide eyed and in awe at the little girl screaming on your chest.

• "Looks like I had nothing to do with this at all" You mused, seeing how your little daughter looked so much like her father it was unfair. Even with her face pink from crying and her rounded face you could clearly see Mihawks genes had dominated yours.

• The thin layer of black hair onto her head also not helping. Mihawk chuckled as with a gentle hand he touched his daughters hair.

• "She is beautiful" He says softly, his own eyes getting misty as he stared at the little girl.

• Is actually quite pleased their first child is a girl and the only. It couldn't be better in his mind as he remembers his youth around the children that Gol D Roger would bring onto the ship. The boys were the most troubling.

• "She is.." You say softly, Watching as she settled down and yawned. Reaching out her little arms randomly, her little pudgy fingers wrapping around Mihawks finger. You practically saw the hearts in his eyes when she did this-

• In less then 4 minutes the baby girl has already stolen her father's heart and has him wrapped around his finger.

• "Dracule Marya" He whispered. Kissing your cheek as he smiled down at his daughter. You swore you saw tears in his eyes.

• Mihawk is a absolute girl Dad, Truthfully a good father overall. He enjoyed cleaning up after her, helping with feedings, choosing important items for her development.

• He does have one poor habit however-

• You stand there with your arms crossed under your bust as you raise and eyebrow at your husband. "Mihawk hand her over my love- She needs to learn to sleep in her crib" You explain.

• Marya was 4 months old and Mihawk had grown used to Marya sleeping in the bed between you two. So you had finally decided to put the smaller crib to use, pulling it into your twos shared bedroom so she could no longer sleep in the bed with you.

• But here she was-

• Your husband holding your half asleep daughter in his arm carefully while finishing some paperwork. This had been the 2nd time that night you had placed Marya in her crib to sleep on her own and everytime she cried in less then 10 minutes it would stop and you'd fine Mihawk holding her again in his study.

• "She was crying" He said calmly, setting down his pen to pat her back to comfort her.

• "That's the point Darling- She needs to learn to sleep in the crib" You stress, seeing Mihawk scowl at this and hold her closer to his chest.

• "She doesn't like it" He said stressing- This making you sighing at his dramatics.

• "Fine- But you'd have stay in the nursery with her since she can't sleep in our bed anymore" You said with a sigh.

• He slept in the nursery, on the floor next to the crib with his hand resting ontop of her- for 3 nights before you finally kicked him out and strong armed him to let her sleep in the crib in the bedroom.

• Besides Mihawks constant want to hold his daughter and carry her everywhere he was perfect. And in his eyes so was she-

• Mihawk sat there watching you, feeding little Marya and cooing softly at her as she watched the world around her, her eyes matched yours the only thing that you seemed to give to the little girl since she was such a clone of her Daddy.

• "Darling" Mihawk called to you waving you over, making you look up from your task at hand. Marya pulling from your breast full from her meal.

• Walking over Mihawk gently took Marya from you, beginning to burp her as you pulled your shirt back to place. He smiled as his yellow eyes gleamed

• "What is going through your head my Love?" You question. Knowing that look all to well. Mihawk shrugging slightly to keep from shifting Marya too much.

• "We should have another-"

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Leo & Nate Part 4

As Leo entered his sixth month of pregnancy, he felt enormous. His belly had grown into a massive, round dome that projected far in front of him, making him look as though he were already in his eighth month. The weight of the triplets was taking its toll, and Leo found it increasingly difficult to move around as easily as before. Simple tasks that once took no effort now required careful planning and frequent breaks.

Around this time, Leo began to notice changes in his pecs. The skin felt more tender, and he saw that the color of his nipples was growing darker. His body was beginning to prepare for breastfeeding, another reminder of the incredible journey he was on. Every day brought new sensations, new adjustments, and with them, a growing sense of anticipation.

Leo’s bubble butt, which had been steadily growing throughout his pregnancy, had now blossomed into a sight that took Nate’s breath away. His cheeks were plump, full, and perfectly round, protruding out from behind him in a way that was impossible to ignore. The pillowing cheeks, combined with his thickening thighs and widening hips, created a voluptuous figure that emphasized the life he was carrying. Nate couldn’t help but admire the changes, often finding himself captivated by the sight of Leo’s body as it continued to transform.

One morning, Leo stood in front of the mirror, cradling his belly and feeling the kicks from within. He had initially felt insecure about how much his body had changed, missing the days of his tight muscle butt cheeks and defined abs. His athletic build had always been a source of pride, but now he was carrying something entirely different—a testament to the love he had found and the life he was bringing into the world. He turned to the side, admiring his perfectly shaped, mammoth bubble butt, and gave his left cheek a playful smack, watching it jiggle. The sight made him laugh, and with that, he found a newfound confidence in his body that he hadn’t had before.

He never imagined he’d be here, halfway through his pregnancy with triplets, pregnant by his stunningly beautiful artist fiancé, madly and deeply in love. It was a moment of bliss—something his younger self could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Given the size his body had grown, Leo decided to take an early paternity leave. It was becoming increasingly tough to take the train and commute to the office in Manhattan. Although he usually encountered kind people on the subway who noticed his pregnancy and offered him a seat, he knew it was time to give his body the rest it needed. He still played music with his band, though with the size of his growing belly, holding his guitar was becoming more challenging. They had a gig tonight, which would be his last for a little while. It felt like the right decision.

As they tuned their instruments and adjusted the microphones, Leo felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia. This venue had seen them through countless performances, and now, it would witness his last one for a while. He looked around at the small stage where they had spent so many nights, pouring their hearts into the music, and he couldn’t help but smile. Tonight would be special.

The crowd trickled in, filling the space with a buzz of anticipation. The band kicked off the night with a high-energy set, diving into some of their favorite rock classics. They opened with Led Zeppelin’s “Rock and Roll,” the driving beat and electrifying guitar riffs setting the tone for the evening. The crowd responded with enthusiasm, swaying and singing along, their energy feeding into the band’s performance.

As the night went on, they moved through a mix of old and new songs, each one a testament to the band’s journey together. They played “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones, the haunting vocals and powerful rhythm echoing through the room, followed by a cover of “Baba O’Riley” by The Who, the iconic synthesizer intro sending a thrill through the audience.

But it was during one particularly soulful song that Leo felt something extraordinary. The band had just launched into “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd, a song that had always held special meaning for Leo. The gentle strumming of the guitar and the poignant lyrics seemed to resonate deep within him, connecting with something primal and profound.

As he sang, Leo felt the babies move inside him, a soft fluttering that gradually intensified. The rhythm of the music seemed to sync with the movements, as if the little lives growing within him were responding to the melody. It was a surreal moment—standing on stage, feeling so at home, knowing that his children were already sharing in the love for music that he and Nate held so dearly.

The sensation sent a wave of emotion through Leo, his voice growing even more tender as he sang the lyrics that had always touched his soul. The connection between the music and the lives inside him was palpable, and he found himself cradling his belly with one hand, his heart swelling with a mixture of awe and love.

As the final notes of the song faded into the air, the crowd erupted into applause, but Leo remained in the moment, his hand still resting on his belly, a smile playing on his lips. The night continued with more songs, but that moment during “Wish You Were Here” lingered in his mind, a beautiful memory he would cherish forever.

For their encore, the band chose “Heroes” by David Bowie, a song that had become something of an anthem for them. The powerful lyrics and driving beat filled the room, and as Leo belted out the chorus, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the journey he was on. He was surrounded by friends, by music, by the love of his life, and by the three little miracles growing inside him. It was more than he had ever dared to hope for, and he savored every second of it.

As they wrapped up the night, Leo felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him. The final gig had been everything he hoped it would be—a celebration of music, of love, and of the life that was soon to come. He knew that he would miss performing, but he also knew that the next chapter of his life would be just as exciting, if not more so.

Meanwhile, Nate continued to work on his paintings, pouring his emotions and energy into each piece. But as Leo’s pregnancy progressed, Nate found himself taking on more tasks around the house—chores that Leo was finding more difficult as his body grew larger. Nate cooked, cleaned, and made sure everything was in order, wanting to ease Leo’s burden as much as possible. Leo appreciated Nate’s support and effort, feeling loved and cared for in ways that words couldn’t fully express.

Yet, as Nate stepped into these new responsibilities, the reality of impending fatherhood weighed heavily on his mind. He was terrified. Having never known his parents, and with no relationship with his father, Nate worried that he didn’t know how to be a good father. What if he messed it up? What if he wasn’t enough for Leo or their children? The fear gnawed at him, making him doubt himself in moments of quiet reflection.

These fears extended beyond fatherhood. Nate was deeply in love with Leo and their unborn children, and that love made everything feel almost too good to be true. His life had been filled with upheaval and struggle, and now that he had finally found happiness, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that something might go wrong. He was scared of unexpectedly losing Leo, of having this newfound happiness ripped away from him.

Leo, ever perceptive, noticed the tension in Nate’s demeanor and knew something was weighing on him. One evening, as they lay in bed, Leo turned to Nate, his voice gentle and reassuring.

“Nate, you’ve been quiet lately,” Leo said softly, reaching out to take Nate’s hand. “What’s on your mind?”

Nate hesitated, but the concern in Leo’s eyes made him open up. “I’m scared, Leo,” he admitted, his voice wavering. “I’m scared that I won’t be a good father. I never knew my parents, and I don’t have a clue what it means to be a dad. What if I mess it all up?”

Leo squeezed Nate’s hand, his heart aching for the man he loved. “Nate, I understand why you’re scared. But you don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be there, and I know you will be. You’re already doing so much, taking care of me, taking care of us. You’re going to be an amazing father because you care, because you love us so deeply. That’s all our children will need.”

Nate nodded, though his eyes still held a hint of doubt. “But what if something happens? What if I lose you? I’ve never been this happy, Leo. It feels almost too good to be true, and I’m terrified of losing it.”

Leo’s eyes softened as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Nate’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, Nate. We’ve been through so much already, and we’ll face whatever comes our way together. I love you, and I’m not going to let fear take away what we have. We’re going to be okay.”

Nate exhaled, the tension slowly easing from his body as Leo’s words sank in. He wrapped his arms around Leo, holding him close as they lay together, finding comfort in each other’s presence.

“I love you, Leo,” Nate whispered, his voice steadier now. “Thank you for always knowing what to say.”

Leo smiled, his heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, Nate. We’re in this together, and we’re going to make it through, one day at a time.”

They shared a deep, lingering kiss, a reaffirmation of the love and trust they had built together. As they drifted off to sleep, the worries that had weighed on Nate’s mind began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and readiness for the journey ahead.

Soon after, Leo entered his seventh month of pregnancy, and he felt bigger than he ever imagined possible. His belly had expanded to a size that made him look like someone overdue with a single baby, but he knew he still had much more growing to do. The massive, round dome stretched far in front of him, the taut skin gleaming with a healthy glow. His belly was so prominent that it almost seemed to defy gravity, a testament to the three lives he was carrying inside.

But it wasn’t just his belly that had grown. Leo’s glutes had continued their transformation, evolving from their earlier roundness into a full, sumptuous shape that jutted out behind him with a pronounced curve. His cheeks were now plump and firm, creating a striking silhouette that drew the eye wherever he went. The fullness of his backside was complemented by his thickened thighs, which had grown to support the weight of his belly and the expanding width of his hips. Each step he took caused his cheeks to bounce very noticeably.

His hips had widened significantly, giving him a broader, more balanced frame that seemed perfectly suited for the task of carrying triplets. His body had become a striking figure of fertility and strength, every inch of him a testament to the life growing within.

Despite the sheer size of his body, Leo was in awe of what he was experiencing. The sensation of his skin stretching, the pressure of his growing belly, and the subtle shifts in his glutes and thighs all combined to create a unique physical experience that was both overwhelming and beautiful. He could feel his body working tirelessly to nurture his babies, the weight of them pressing down on his pelvis, making each movement deliberate and measured. His pecs had continued to change as well, becoming more tender as his body prepared for the eventual task of breastfeeding. The darkened color of his nipples stood out against the pale skin of his chest, another reminder of the changes yet to come.

As he grew larger, Leo became more aware of the space he occupied. He had to be careful when moving through doorways or navigating around furniture, the sheer size of his belly making it difficult to maneuver with the same ease as before. But with each new challenge, Leo found himself embracing the changes, proud of what his body was doing and eager to meet the three little ones who had brought about such a transformation.

With his seventh month in full swing, it was time for the baby shower—a celebration that Leo and Nate had been looking forward to for weeks. The event was held at their home, which had been carefully decorated with soft pastels, balloons, and streamers. The living room was filled with the warm, welcoming scent of flowers and the laughter of friends and family.

Uncle Jack’s family arrived first, with Jack giving Leo a warm hug, careful not to press too hard against his belly. “Look at you, Leo,” Jack said, a wide grin on his face. “You’re absolutely glowing.”

Aunt Kay and their daughters, Denise and Ash, soon followed, each taking turns to marvel at Leo’s belly and the changes in his body. “You look amazing,” Denise said as she placed a gentle hand on Leo’s belly. “Those babies are going to be so loved.”

The bandmates were next, bringing their own brand of lively energy to the party. They teased Leo about taking a break from performing but were full of genuine happiness for him. “We can’t wait to meet the little rock stars,” Tony, the bassist, joked as he handed Leo a gift-wrapped package.

Nate’s art school friends arrived soon after, their presence adding a creative flair to the gathering. They admired Nate’s latest paintings, which were displayed throughout the house, and took turns congratulating Leo on the impending arrival of the triplets. The mix of people from different parts of their lives created a warm, inclusive atmosphere, making the day feel even more special.

As the afternoon wore on, the guests gathered in the living room for the opening of gifts. Leo and Nate sat together on the couch, surrounded by piles of brightly wrapped presents. The air was filled with laughter and excited chatter as Leo unwrapped tiny onesies, soft blankets, and adorable toys, each one a reminder of the life-changing journey ahead. The outpouring of love and support from their friends and family was overwhelming, and Leo found himself blinking back tears of gratitude more than once.

At one point during the party, Leo felt a familiar flutter in his belly and reached for Nate’s hand, placing it on his stomach. “Feel that?” Leo whispered, his voice full of wonder. “They’re moving.”

Nate smiled, his eyes shining with emotion as he felt the tiny kicks against his palm. He leaned in close, pressing a kiss to Leo’s cheek. “I can’t wait to meet them, Leo,” he said softly, his voice thick with love. “You’re incredible.”

Leo turned to look at Nate, their eyes meeting in a moment of deep connection. “I couldn’t do this without you,” Leo replied, his voice trembling with emotion. “You’re my rock, Nate. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Leo,” Nate whispered back, his voice barely audible as he leaned in to kiss Leo gently on the lips. The kiss was tender, filled with the unspoken promises of their future together.

After the gifts were opened and the cake was cut, the guests began to mingle, sharing stories and laughter as they moved throughout the house. Nate and Leo took a moment to themselves, stepping into the nursery that they had been preparing for the triplets.

The room was soft and serene, painted in calming shades of green and yellow. Three cribs stood in a row, each one carefully assembled by Nate and lovingly adorned with soft bedding and stuffed animals. The walls were decorated with artwork from Nate’s collection, along with a few pieces he had created specifically for the nursery—paintings of whimsical animals and dreamlike landscapes that would inspire their children’s imaginations.

As they stood together in the nursery, Leo rested his hands on his belly, feeling the gentle kicks of the triplets within. “It’s all starting to feel real now,” Leo said, his voice full of awe. “We’re really going to be parents.”

Nate wrapped his arms around Leo from behind, his hands joining Leo’s on his belly. “We are,” Nate agreed, his voice filled with quiet certainty. “And we’re going to be great parents. We’ve got so much love to give them.”

Leo leaned back into Nate’s embrace, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of the moment wash over him. “I’m so glad we’re in this together,” he murmured.

“Me too,” Nate replied, his lips brushing against Leo’s ear. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The rest of the baby shower passed in a blur of joy and celebration, with friends and family sharing in the excitement of the upcoming arrival. As the day drew to a close and the last of the guests said their goodbyes, Leo and Nate were left alone in their quiet home, the energy of the day still lingering in the air.

They sat together on the couch, surrounded by the gifts and decorations from the shower, their hearts full of love and anticipation. “We’ve got a lot to do to get ready,” Nate said, glancing around at the nursery. “But we’ve got time.”

Leo nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “We’ll get there,” he said confidently. “We’re already halfway there.”

And with that, they settled into the evening, ready to continue their journey together, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them as a team, bound by the love they had for each other and the family they were about to create.

As much as Leo found satisfaction and newfound confidence in his body, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was unusually large for this stage of his pregnancy. Leo also began to notice a certain tenderness between his cheeks, accompanied by a subtle, pulsating sensation deep within his hole. It was a peculiar feeling, a blend of pressure and anticipation, as if his body were instinctively preparing itself for the stretch and strain of labor. The sensation, though unfamiliar, wasn’t entirely unwelcome; in fact, it had an unexpectedly arousing effect on Leo, leaving him both intrigued and slightly unsettled.

Later that week, it was time for Leo’s scheduled checkup. Given the changes he had been experiencing, Leo decided to ask the doctor to examine his entire body, particularly the areas where he had felt the pulsing sensation. He was eager for reassurance and to better understand what his body was going through.

In the examination room, the doctor, a seasoned professional who had guided Leo through his pregnancy thus far, instructed him to undress and get on all fours for a thorough check-up. Leo did as asked, positioning himself on the table, arching his back slightly to accommodate his massive belly, which hung low, almost touching the surface. His mountainous bubble butt jutted out prominently, a striking testament to the physical changes his body had undergone.

The doctor approached with a calm, reassuring demeanor, beginning the examination by gently placing his hands on Leo’s glutes. “Your glutes are filling in perfectly,” the doctor remarked, his voice steady and composed. “Your hips are widening just as they should be, preparing your body for birth.”

Leo, still feeling self-conscious about his size, decided to voice his concerns. “Doctor, I feel like I’m much larger than I should be at this stage. Is that normal?”

The doctor paused in his examination, offering Leo a warm, understanding smile. “It’s not uncommon for someone carrying triplets to be larger than average, especially as you progress into the later stages of pregnancy. Your body is adapting to accommodate three growing babies, which means your belly, hips, and glutes will all expand more than they would in a single pregnancy. What you’re experiencing is expected, even if it feels overwhelming.”

Reassured by the doctor’s explanation, Leo nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. The doctor then continued with the examination, gently parting Leo’s cheeks to assess the area more closely. His movements were careful and precise, ensuring Leo’s comfort.

“Everything looks good here,” the doctor continued after a moment, his tone reassuring. “The muscles in your pelvic region, particularly around your anus, are beginning to prepare for the stretching that will happen during birth. The pulsing sensation you’ve been feeling is your body’s natural way of getting ready for delivery. It’s a sign that everything is progressing as it should.”

Leo listened intently, a mix of relief and understanding washing over him. The doctor’s words were comforting, easing his concerns.

“The tenderness you’ve noticed,” the doctor added, “is likely due to the skin between your cheeks becoming more sensitive. As your glutes have grown larger, there’s increased pressure and friction in that area, which can cause some discomfort. It’s all part of your body’s adjustment to the changes happening.”

Leo nodded again, absorbing the information. Knowing that what he was experiencing was a normal part of his body’s preparation for birth brought him a sense of peace. It wasn’t just random discomfort—it was his body doing exactly what it needed to do.

As Leo reached his eighth month of pregnancy, his body had transformed into a stunning embodiment of life and strength. His belly had grown into an impressive, rounded dome that extended far in front of him, taut and full, the skin smooth and stretched to accommodate the triplets growing inside. It was a sight that commanded attention, a clear and beautiful testament to the new life he was nurturing. Every movement he made was accompanied by the gentle swaying of his belly, its size and weight creating a sense of both power and grace.

Leo's pecs had also become fuller, their roundness undeniable, adding to the overall voluptuousness of his form. The once-subtle curves of his chest had developed into a soft, robust shape that filled out his shirts, making each piece of clothing cling to him in a way that accentuated his pregnancy. His glutes, already generous, had grown even larger to support the extra weight he was carrying. The added roundness to his hips gave his walk a graceful sway, each step a testament to the changes his body had embraced.

The fullness of Leo’s body was something Nate couldn’t help but admire. The way Leo's belly stretched out before him, the way his pecs filled out his shirts—it was all a testament to the strength, resilience, and beauty of the man he loved. Nate often found himself captivated by the sight, his admiration for Leo deepening with each passing day.

There was something mesmerizing about the way Leo’s body had changed, a powerful reminder of the life they had created together. Nate’s eyes would linger on Leo as he moved, whether he was simply walking across the room or resting with his hands cradling his belly. The love and reverence Nate felt for Leo grew with every glance, every shared moment, the connection between them strengthened by the journey they were on together.

As Leo's body grew, so did the intensity of his pregnancy hormones, and with them, the depth of his connection to Nate. One night, as they lay together in bed, a profound sense of closeness enveloped them—both emotional and physical. Nate’s hands moved over Leo’s body with reverence, tracing the new curves and contours that had formed as his pregnancy progressed. The touch ignited a passion between them that was impossible to ignore, their intimacy now deepened by the life growing within Leo.

As they gazed into each other’s eyes, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own private sanctuary. Nate’s hands glided gently over Leo’s massive belly, feeling the subtle kicks of their triplets in response to his touch. The sensation stirred something deep within Leo, a desire that built with every caress. Nate’s hands traveled back to Leo’s pillowing glutes, the fullness of which had become even more pronounced as his pregnancy advanced.

Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, the wetness and gentle scrape of Nate’s scruff sending shivers down Leo’s spine. The pulsing sensation in his hole returned, more intense than before, causing Leo to moan softly, his pregnancy hormones reaching a fevered pitch.

“Nate, I’m feeling that pulse again—it’s so intense,” Leo whispered, his voice tinged with both excitement and need.

Nate’s eyes darkened with desire as he responded, his voice husky, “Any ideas of how we can take care of that? ”

Overcome by the surge of emotion and desire, Leo rolled onto all fours, his enormous, triplet-filled belly resting gently against the bed. He arched his back, thrusting his generous cheeks out, presenting himself to Nate with a mix of vulnerability and confidence.

Nate’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of Leo’s transformed body. The evidence of Leo’s pregnancy was fully on display, and it left him speechless, his admiration quickly turning into an overwhelming desire. As Leo subtly thrust his hips back, the rhythmic motion caused his cheeks to bounce, each movement sending a surge of longing through Nate, drawing him closer with an irresistible pull. Nate had always loved Leo’s body, but seeing him like this brought his admiration to a whole new level.

Nate moved closer, his hands gently parting Leo’s cheeks, revealing his vulnerable, intimate, pulsing entrance. His breath caught as he admired the view before him. The desire between them was palpable, and Leo’s body responded instinctively, his full, rounded cheeks subtly jiggling as he adjusted his position, creating a visual that made Nate’s pulse quicken.

With a careful, loving touch, Nate positioned himself behind Leo, the moment filled with tenderness and anticipation. In one fluid motion, Nate discarded his boxers, revealing his hardened length. He slowly guided himself between Leo’s cheeks, entering him with care, as Leo moaned at the sensation of being stretched and filled by his fiance’s impressive girth. The stretching sensation was intense, but it filled Leo with a profound sense of satisfaction and connection.

Every part of Leo’s body seemed to fit perfectly with Nate’s, each movement bringing them closer, both physically and emotionally. The weight of Leo’s belly, the life they had created together, made the experience even more profound. As Nate’s thrusts picked up speed, their moans grew louder, the intensity of the moment enveloping them both. Leo wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy, but this was the most satisfying sex of his life. It fulfilled him in every way, making him feel whole.

Nate leaned forward, planting soft kisses along Leo’s neck, his hand reaching down to cradle Leo’s rocking belly. Leo’s huge, ripe glutes bounced in rhythm with Nate’s thrusts, each movement a reminder of the love and life they had created together. The sensation of Leo’s pregnancy-thickened, plump cheeks against him, the way they moved with a natural rhythm, intensified the moment for Nate, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

As they reached their climax, a wave of pleasure and love washed over them, leaving them trembling in its wake. Nate dismounted gently, and they lay on their sides, their bodies still intertwined, tenderly kissing each other, their hands cradling Leo’s growing belly. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated connection, one that solidified their bond in ways words could never describe.

Breathless and overwhelmed with emotion, Nate whispered, “I love you, Leo. More than anything.”

Leo smiled, his heart full as he replied, “I love you too, Nate. You and our babies—you’re my everything.”

They lay together in the quiet of the night, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking, secure in the knowledge that the love they shared would guide them through whatever the future held.

Leo & Nate Part 5

[christinarowie332]

life of the party

(sturniolo triplets x oc fan-series)

chapter 1

“college will be different”

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starting college was a fresh start for mackenzie , one that she needed . growing up as the quiet grungy girl with messy eyeliner and outlandish style didn’t get her very high on the popularity chain . what it did get her was fans , and an amazing musical taste . in high school she preformed gigs in downtown Boston , her peers from Revere didn’t manage to find her in the dirty bars downtown so she was able to blow off the steam by screaming into a mic and ripping the guitar to a crowd . slowly , she grew an instagram following of 100k , then followed the stares of people in high school , then the names . “yo that’s the famous chick” “yo can u shout me out” “who even is she ? is she new?” . anybody else would probably get an ego from this but god did she hate it . thank god college would be different.

the journey to boston was one she knew like the back of her hand , getting to college alone however … this was not something she preplanned . with her guitar on her back , along with her backpack filled to the brim , getting onto a train was quite literally impossible, the busy carriage filled with sweaty bodies and anxious freshmen is enough to give anybody a headache . so mac did what any sane person would do ? blast deftones full blast .

with her music ,the journey was quick , and in what felt like seconds she found her way infront of saint auburn itself . it’s only until she sees the large sign it hits her . she made it . the summer heat in the train carriage made her brown locks stick to the sweat on her neck . so after taking off the leather jacket , and folding it over her arm , she takes the large claw clip from her bag and twists the messy strands together , fastening it away from her face . her slight heeled boots click against the pavement as she makes her way through her new home , passing the people playing live music down the hallway , or the kids making out against the elevator.

“excuse me?” she says quietly , looking towards the blonde boy with his tongue down another shorter boys throat , gripping his neck as he leans against the metal doors . she gets no answer , the loud strums of guitars and muffled bass from the classrooms near drown out her voice . she purses her lips and turns on her heels , looking around the busy hallway for a second elevator , or possibly some stairs , not wanting to get into an awkward interaction with the two behind her .

she finds no other way up to her dorm , so she turns back around , swallowing her pride and accepting that she was going to have to have a conversation with them .

turning around she was met with just the blonde boy looking at her . she blinked a few times at the surprise , noticing his sharp cheekbones and jawline , his fluffy bleached hair falling over his blue eyes . “can i help you?” his voice was emotionless , a stark difference to his face displaying a very openly annoyed expression.

“sorry, i’m just trying to get to the elevator….” she replies , nodding to the elevator behind him . his eyebrows furrow and he double looked behind him ,realising what she’s talking about . “oh fuck my bad dude , i thought u were just being a weirdo i didn’t even notice sorry!” his face lights up as he talks , kindness literally bleeding from his words , mac can’t help but smile as he defends himself and rambles ….. still not moving ….. “shit sorry ! yeah” he continues, pressing the button and getting into the elevator gesturing her to follow .

“thanks” she says as she makes it in the cold metal box , sending him a tight lipped smile and adjusting the guitar and bag on her back . “sorry about that , i got carried away . do u play ?” the blonde boy asks , pointing towards said guitar . “uh yeah i play bass , do you ?” the girl replies pressing the button for her floor .

“uh yeah i do , we’ll not bass but i dabble” he shrugs his shoulders , smiling at him own words . “i’m nick by the way” he continues .

“mac , or mackenzie”

“nice to meet u mac” nick replies as the elevator door opens .

college will be different .

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boring chapter but i am literally writing chapter 2 rn , this was just a cute lil intro and i want nick to be a big part in this story .

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Kylian Mbappé 🇫🇷

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Cliché? Most definitely. | Kylian Mbappé

Genre:  Strangers to Lovers AU | Romance | Angst | Fluff | Smut

Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a girl who couldn't figure out her life and a boy who had the world at his feet. Neither had time for love, and both were absolutely miserable with their current predicaments. As the saying goes, expect the unexpected. Cliché? Most definitely. Does Lady Faith care? Not one bit. These types of stories have always been her cup of tea. At this point, all there is left to do is send a quick prayer that these two don’t get dragged to hell and back to satisfy an ancient deity’s hunger for drama. Alas, the odds don’t look promising. It’s been a while since Lady Faith personally took an interest in two young mortals' lives. The last time she was so meddlesome was with a certain singer and an athlete. What a disaster that was. Now, Faith looked at her two protagonists, and with a quick smirk, let history write itself. 

Chapitre Un. Rien autour n'a de sens

The Summer We Were Young | Kylian Mbappé

Genre:  Strangers to Lovers AU| Romance | Comedy | Fluff | Of course, it has to be angsty | Smut

Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a young woman named Naaz who couldn’t wait to get the hell out of her parent’s house and jet set to the French Riviera to live out her hot girl summer dreams. Tired, burnout, and angry against the world, she decides to be selfish for once and books a ticket to the beautiful city of Nice.

Unfortunately for her, things never seem to work in her favour. Along the way, she meets the most infuriating man in the world who seems to make it his life goal to make her blood boil and her generationally acquired anger issues to resurface landing her in the most precarious situations. On his behalf, Kylian was just trying to have a good time and forget about the disastrous season he just had. Dealing with loss after loss, the world-famous footballer just wanted to catch a break as he faced great uncertainty regarding his future. Get ready to follow Naaz and Kylian as they prepare to face a summer that will change their lives forever. 

Chapter One. Ridin' in the drop-top with the top down

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Ay, Ay, Captain | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Y/N watches as Kylian play and lead his team to victory at Stade Bollaert-Delelis, feeling proud and overwhelmed. Five goals in one game? Surely, he served something special for such a feat, non?

Honeymoon | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After an eventful journey, you and Kylian finally get to relax on your afternoon.

Meilleur buteur | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Kylian becomes Paris Saint-Germain's all-time top scorer. You couldn't be any prouder of your other half.

Somebody to Lean On | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After being eliminated from the Champions League, you join Kylian while he channels his frustrations into working out hours after the training session is over. 

Magic Kingdom | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After spending the day at Disneyland Paris with his niece and nephew, Kylian wants to start a family with you

Hold On, We’re Going Home | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After attending a charity event with Kylian, who looked dashing in his black suit, you feel particularly needy. Once you arrive home, you realize he hungered for you just as much. 

Unexpectedly Expecting | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: After feeling unusually exhausted and nauseous during your weekly gym dates, you find out some really happy news

O Re Piya | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: It’s the day of your brother’s wedding, and you're running late. The main culprit: your handsy husband who can’t seem to control himself seeing you in a lehenga. 

A Mother's Remedy | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: You fall asleep on Kylian after spending the whole day taking care of the triplets who had the flu.

I’ll take care of you | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Kylian is feeling stressed as the news that he will not be extending with PSG comes out. He seeks comfort in you. 

Send That Picture Promise I'm A Keep It | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: What’s it like texting when your husband is a really busy athlete? 

Drifting Apart | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Y/N and Kylian’s relationship is crumbling as they navigate the most difficult moments of their lives. Will they stay or fall apart due to the pressure?

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Sheila Ki Jawani | Kylian Mbappé

Summary: Y/N is late and Kylian decides to teach her a lesson about tardiness.

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Comfort| Kim Namjoon

Summary: After reading an article about your boyfriend Namjoon's personal information being tracked, you feel quite angry and the only thing you can do is comfort him.

Tom Riddle 🐍

The Heir and His Son | Tom Riddle Sr and Tom Riddle Jr

Summary: Tom Riddle Sr raises his son and it makes all the difference.

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[twistedhypersonicnavigator]

Day 11: Photo

Elesa walked over to the couch with a tray of hot chocolate. It had been almost three years now since Ingo had disappeared. Elesa yawned as she sat down next to Emmet who was sifting through a photo album. Just some reminiscing about their pokemon journey.

More often then not they found themselves crossing paths, or meeting up at areas where they would go through a jungle, forest, ruins, even the caves. It was just safer in numbers.

Elesa knew they meant well, and they could have likely had gone in themselves and left her out of it, but if they hadn't she wouldn't have made it through on her own. They were kind to her, and she viewed them as family as they widely called her sister. Even the public had begun to call them triplets.

When she was about 7 she remembered them coming over in a storm and didn't talk to anyone for days. it was at that point when she found out that they would be staying with them indefinitely. It took Ingo almost a year to start talking again, and he never smiled again. So Emmet decided to smile enough for the both of them.

"What about this one? I don't remember this one." Elesa held up a carnival picture of them.

"oh that was that one where the ride pokemon were weirdly painted, and they looked like a mushed together choice of pokemon. Like that Squirtal that was lapris!" He motioned to the thing he was riding.

Elesa giggled trying to hide the fact that she did remember she was just trying to get his mind off things.

"Oh and that time you had to go to the hospital to get a stick out of your foot!" Emmet cringed. "You jumped into the water without looking." Elesa covered her face. She was so embarrassed to have to get saved by some random professor that just happened by.

"Wait...what about this one?" Emmet asked looking down at the photo album and started to sift through it. He smiled knowing it now. "All these old trains that we went to see...and the..." He narrowed his eyes and pulled a small magnifie glass from his pocket and then gasped. But remained unmoved. To Elesa it looked like what he saw him do when cornered by an alpha pokemon.

"Emmet?" She touched his arm suddenly wondering if he was breathing at all.

"Elesa...?" He grabbed her bodily and planted her in front of the picture book and lay the glass down over the picture. At first Elesa wasn't to pleased about being lifted up and practically thrown down. Her anger was short lived when she realized what he was pointing at.

Behind Ingo, Emmet, and Elesa was a cabinet with a familiar looking jacket, a hat, and a picture of a man wearing the items with a lone sneasler.

"Pack your bags..."

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(Not written yet, just writing down an idea)

Jangobi AU idea featuring:

Mand'alore Jaster Mereel lives until 32-33BBY

Enemies to lovers Jangobi

Mandalorian & Jedi Obi-Wan

Mandalorian & Force sensitive Cal Kestis

Mandalorian & Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker

Mandalorian Omega

Dualsex Stewjoni Obi-Wan & Mpreg

Triplets Boba Fett & Omega & Cal Kestis

Space cowboys

A year before the events of The Phantom menace, 24-year-old padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and his master Qui-Gon Jinn are sent to Mandalore to broker peace among Mandalorian factions on the brink of war.

The negotiations are difficult and tensions are rising. Not just between the factions themselves, but also between the young negotiator, and the son of the current mand'alore. 33-year-old Jango Fett.

As negotiations start to fail, and several assassination attempts occur, it becomes ever so clear that there is no simple resolve for Mandalore and civil war is imminent.

The tensions between Jango and Obi-Wan are rising as well, first hating each other at opposite sides, but slowly learning to work together and seeing one another for who they really are.

Things come to an end when Jango declares his love for Obi-Wan. (nine months after meeting him, 3 months before the phantom menace) The two consummate their love. Meanwhile, war breaks out and Jaster Mereel is killed by Clan Vizsla.

Eventually, the new Mandalorians win the war, with Satine Kryze as the new ruler of Mandalore.

Jango Fett and his clan, what's left of it, is displaced to the planet Koboh. For no other reason than I wanna write Mandalorian bounty hunters that are also space cowboys.

Events of the phantom menace occur, Qui-Gon Jinn is killed on Naboo, but in a twist of fate, the council decides not to train Anakin.

Feeling like he has no other choice, Obi-Wan leaves the Jedi council to train Anakin himself and uphold his promise to Qui-Gon.

Twist number 2, turns out Obi-Wan is pregnant with triplets.

Obi-Wan leaves Coruscant with nine-year-old Anakin.

And along his journey in training Anakin, frees Schmi Skywalker from slavery. Meets a group of young Mandalorian foundlings that used to be from Clan Mereel but were displaced during the clan's exile ranging from 17 years of age (Cody/Kote), 16 years old (Rex), 15 years old Hunter, 14-year-olds Crosshair & Tech (twins) and Wrecker, 12 years old Echo & Fives (twins).

Together with only Schmi to control and guide a ragtag team of teenagers, A pregnant Obi-Wan has to find his way in a tumultuous galaxy until he inadvertently makes his way to Koboh and reunites with Jango.

And that's what I have so far.

I also don't mind if people run with the idea for art or fanfiction, but I would appreciate a link, if you do. And an inspired by would make my day.

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congrats on finishing your essay! :))

Love your Sonic Underground au, btw! I need some lore drops on my boy, Manic, tho. It doesn't even have to be a long explanation. Something goofy like, how many times has he been arrested?

Also! Do the triplets eventually form a band? [side-eye]

Oh my goodness, hello!! I love your art so much it's all so cool!!!! Thank you lol!

Some stuff about Manic in the au lets see...

He was kidnapped as a baby after the triplets had been sent halfway across the continent for their own safety, whoops lol, he's quite charismatic, must always have been since he managed to endear himself to Ferral pretty much immediately lol, he grew up pretty much similarly to the canon of underground, getting by stealing where he has to bartering and stuff, he's part of his own found family within the city and they're all very close, a tight-knit little community of thiefs sfgdhj, though every so often one or two of them decide to spread out (though they stay in touch), which is actually the reason for Manic's being on the train alongside the others, he has family he misses! And he has some things to get to them! (little does he know he'll be meeting more family than he anticipated lol) Though he's never actually been out of the city he grew up in himself (despite what he may claim lol), uhh he is very technically minded he loves to tinker and making little thingamajigs and doohickeys that look like they wouldn't have any practical use but he usually finds a way lol, nothing, like, robotic like Tails does, he's more a manual guy fdsgfgdf, aaand just a random headcanon he's fairly dyslexic n has some trouble reading, he usually has someone help him. There's also gender happening to him :thumbsup:

As for how many times he's been arrested lol uhhhh I think that early on he was pulled up a few times, probably spent some time in juvie, but he hasn't actually been caught in quite a while, I don't imagine Manic gets caught all that often lol you know those videos of kids running from cops and the police just making absolute clowns of themselves trying to catch them? That's Manic JHGJFG

So wrt the band, I'm sort of playing around with ideas right now? The main idea that I'm running with is that, the medallions only react to them when the triplets are getting along, when there is harmony between them (eehh? geddit? lol) that's the only time that they are able to be activated. Which, given the rocky start that they all have with one another obviously takes time, with Sonic being reluctant to share pretty important info with them and generally keeping his distance from them, Sonia's frustration with him and her being Very mad at Manic for scamming her, not much harmony going on for a fair bit of the journey. Eventually the three of them do get along and discover the powers of the medallions and they do perform a few times throughout. Eventually Sonic does spill that they're family and after the reactions they come up with the idea to use their music to get their mothers attention, Sonic is hesitant etcetc. I DUNNO! I'm still futzing with it lol I'll decide on stuff eventually fdghfg

Oh and I do want Sonia and Manic to have their own powers like a lesser version of Sonic's speed but, again, still deciding LOL

Anyway! Sorry this got so long lol, I've thought a lot about this AU! Thank you for the qs!!

OH ALSO Manic uses "bro" and "brother" on Sonic just as a casual thing but the first few times Sonic is like .Does He Know... GJFHG OKAY I'M DONE

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Triplets Papa Chale Gaon - Part 1 | Triplets Vlog - 24th December'23

[loveaetingkids]

For all Maya and the Three fans,here’s a new AU-Parent!Mictlan-made by yours truly, @cadaver-moss and I

(This universe is connected to Trevors-Bitter!Dads(Bone and Skull are basically daughters of divorced Vucub and Chivo) and my headcanon of Maya,Acat and Zatz being a trople).

Part 1,Part 2,Part 3

•Wishing to harness the power of his sacrifice to the greatest,Mictlan decides to keep Maya in the Underworld,where she would train under Lady Micte and be spied on in case she would rebel.The only task for the god of war was not to get attached to said child,which he ultimately failed.

•It all started out of precaution:after his wifes surprise,Mictlan isn’t so sure about goddesses loyalty,which resulted in him silently following her, looming over her whenever she looks after Maya.It was disgusting,horrifying experience for the tyrant,especially the diapers one,but at the same time it made him warm up to the kid-after all,despite the heat of lava and biting cold it was still alive and kicking.Eventually he would even want to hold her-much to the charging of Micte.Apparently the reassurance that “he won’t kill her yet” didn’t convince her.

•Through the years,Mictlan grows found of Maya-a skilled warrior who in terms of combat does not reach only him,a person she calls “father”,unaware of the path planned for her.Despite the illusion of a happy family he created for himself,Lord of gods doesn’t forget the true reason he let the kid live:therefore,he never addresses her as “his daughter”, and except for the duels they arrange "to test Maya's power",Mictlan doesn't spend any time with her.This results in Maya thinking of herself as too weak,not worthy of her fathers attention,despite Mictes reassurance and vain attempts to make her daughter think about something other than fighting and murder.

•Mictlan would avoid talking about his plan to sacrifice with pantheon,to keep him image up in front of the other gods.If not for Goddes of Death interferences,Maya wouldn’ve been picked on by them,due of her status as “leaders toy”.

•The only friends she has are Acat with Zatz,who despite having feelings for Maya,are also aware of Mictlans influence on her.Because of that,she can be bossy and treat them as somewhat expandable,for which she later apologizes.

•Meanwhile,in the Kindom of Teca,King and Queen were contemplating about the daughter they never had,and how they would’ve celebrated her quinceañera.The conversation was overheard by Lance, Dagger, and Shield,who upon discovering the existence of their little sister, went on a journey to the Divine Gates in order to  “save” Maya from the gods,which kidnapped her?Raised her?She’s half goddes???That’s confusing,but they’ll find a way to rescue their hermana!

•During the fight at the Gate(in which Maya was forbidden to participate but she sneaked up anyway),Teca brothers accused Mictlan of his want to use Mayas heart to become invincible.After hearing that,terrified demigodess momentarily distracts the pantheon and flees with three warriors,who claimed to protect her.

•Through their journey to Teca Kingdom,Maya gets to know her brothers,who are a bit put off by her blood lust but overall supportive,and starts to question whenever the mortals Mictlan always talked about really that pathetic? Upon meeting her supposed real  father,she acts suspicious,hostile even,until she spends some time with him and Queen Teca,from whom she gets to know her origin.While being in her rightful kindom,Maya learned some patience regarding the people she loves from Queen,similar to how the later got to keep her cool with triplets; King showed her that she can fight honorably without unnecessary bloodshed,and still love every second of it!

•However, the moment of peace was quickly disrupted by the pantheon of gods, who, at the behest of their Lord, went in search of Maya.In order to protect their newly found family member the triplets go to the battle with their father,from which they didn’t return alive.That way Maya lost the first humans she really cared about.

•Around the same time,Mictlan stays in his kindom,deeply conflicted: on one hand,he lost his ticket to an infinite power,on the other-someone who he considers as his kin probably thinks of him as a monster-which he is,don’t get him wrong-but it still hurts a little.He doesn’t dwell for long however,as he gets ambushed by Micte and Camazotz,who’ve been planning to overthrow him all this time.Their sympathizers,Cipactli, Cabrakan along with Vucub,were sent to stop Mictlans band from doing harm to Maya and humanity.All the while Zatz and Acat were entrusted with a task to help Maya kill God of War.

•Meanwhile,grieving demigod finds the true prophecy and tries to requit warriors from different kindoms so that they’ll stop Mictlan,only this  Maya does that first out of anger and need for revenge-for herself and her brothers-and later out of concern for human kind.

•The following events would occur in that order: Maya would lie to her team about destroying the Divine Gate while uniting each nation against their common enemy.The biggest difference would be her relationship with crew: at first,Princess makes it clear that she wants them as her fighting force, to which the Rooster Wizard loudly announces his displeasure while Picchu tries to keep an eye of the daughter of death. The first person who warmed up to her was Chimi,which absorbed every bit of information about Eagle Warriors mother.Rico and Picchu were more sceptic of their “leader”,but later witnessed ✨the power of friendship✨ and became besties.Aside from her team,Maya would be accompanied by Acat and Zatz,who were aiding her when needed.

•During their first fight with the gods,when Vucub is aiding Chimi,one of the Goddeses of Thievery is distracted by seeing her other father there,which was enough for Rico to strike her down,mistaking skeletons confusion for a want to hurt Skull Archer.When the other sibling sees this and rushes to her defense,she’s killed as well,this time by no other then Mictlan.

•Turns out that during his battle with his wife and Camazotz ,he started to think to himself-was that really worth it?These two are fighting for the sake of their children,one of which he saw growing up.Was this race for strength more important then a little warrior who wanted to make him proud?Upon that,God of War made his decision-he surrendered and proposed to Gods of Death and Bats to help look for Maya,in turn he stops his sympathisers from hurting her or her allies.Still unsure of Mictlans sudden change of heart,Micte and Camazotz took his deal on the condition that all this time they’re going to accompany him,that way they have a chance to stop him whenever he decides to come back to his old ways.

•After the explanation everyone agreed to send Mictlan to the most guarded room in the castle(even through the God of War opposed the idea,saying that “no castle can hold him” and “he needs to talk to Maya”,but after said demigod screamed at him to shut up or it would be her turn to eat hearts,he obliged),while Camazotz,Vucub,Cipactli and Cabrakan take turns to guard their self-made prison.After reuniting with Micte,Zatz and Acat(the young gods have helped through the battle),Maya gets to partake in the dinner scene,but instead of talking about defeating Mictlan,her three parents discuss how to stop Chivo,who upon seeing God of War celebrating the murder of his daughters,realizes the later won’t sacrifice the Eagle Warrior.As an act of revenge,he started gathering the remaining pantheon,claiming that if they’ll help him overthrow their present ruler,he will share demigods power with them.

•The day of the final battle came(most of the events play similar to canon,with addition of few characters).In desperation,Chivo started devouring the gods hearts in order to transform into his final form.During the fight Micte suggested to distract God of Dark Magic in order for Maya to strike him.Seeing how Chivo has already killed Vucub,Cipactli and Cabrakan,Mictlan decides to give his heart to Micte so that she can redirect Chivos attention from the demigod.Was it stupid and contradicted centuries old goal to world domination?Yes,but he can’t bear the thought of his little warrior losing a battle.After having his life sourse ripped out his chest,Mictlan apologizes to the Eagle Warrior for all the things she endured because of him,and how much he’s proud of her. May she live her life surrounded by people who are not ashamed to call her their daughter.

•While Micte and Camazotz fight the monster from the outside,Zatz and Acat hold the goats jaw open long enough for Maya to sneak inside.Witnessing the loves of her life being crushed between Chivos teeth made the Teca Princess all the more determined to end God of Dark Magic by striking him right in the heart.

•After reuniting with her living family and friends,Maya reincarnates into the sun,Zatz becomes the moon and Acat takes the role of a Guiding Star,similar to how she abandoned her unhealthy way of thinking and joined Maya.

(That’s it for the main plot of Parent!Mictlan!If you want to create based of this AU fell free to do so,just don’t forget to credit us)

[holly-fixation]

Three Guards: Ch14

Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.

A new normal took time.

Please Enjoy!

Inspired by the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien

Chapter 14: Wasteland

As the team walked ahead, Strife glanced back at the undamaged city. He hoped the vice president would keep the city whole, unlike the former president in his time. So much was up in the air. So much was unknown. So much could be turned on them by Sephiroth. They- no- he needed to be careful, especially with the triplets around his old team. 

The wasteland before stood empty in the smog of the morning sun, save for the packs of monsters struggling to make the dying land their home. No chocobos, no grass, and- worst of all- no transportation. 

It was a long walk to Kalm. It wasn't like Genesis could fly them one by one without Shinra's notice. They ran out of fuel not long into their journey, abandoning their getaway vehicles behind cliffs on the side of the road. They hoped to at least try to hitchhike, even if half of them needed to remain behind due to the size of their party. 

For now, keeping monsters off the road was their top priority. Though they usually split into teams of three, they all pitched into the battles. Bandits, wolves, elfadunks. The size nor number of fiends did not matter. Aerith casted domes around enemies, and Tifa would unleash hell within. Barret and Red slashed and fired together as one. Even Strife and Genesis found themselves in perfect sync, taking down monsters with ease. Sometimes even Sephiroth's remnants would join the fight, working beautifully together with a perfect combination of close combat and marksmanship. 

Outside of battle was a different story. 

“Ha! I found fire materia!” Loz would shout victoriously, holding the green orb in the air. 

“It's not that special…” Yazoo countered, rotating a blue one of his own. “It’s newly born… It doesn’t have any useful spells yet…”

“Well I can fight with mine. You need a weapon to fight with yours! Mine’s better on its own!” He countered. 

“Are you sure about that…?”

“Yeah! And another materia!” Suddenly the blue orb flew through the air and smacked him in the head. “Hey! That's cheating!”

“Is not… it technically can be fought with…” Yazoo grew a small smirk. 

Loz threw it back. His younger brother caught the weapon. 

“Okay, that's enough of that.” Tifa stepped in and took both materia away. 

“Hey! Give it back!” 

“You'll get one when you're responsible enough to stop treating them like rocks.” Oh no. She saw the looks in their eyes. “Do not start throwing rocks at each other.”

Yazoo looked offended. “We would never do such a thing…”

“We're not that young.” The brothers looked at each other, paused, then grumbled, turning away.

Okay, good, they weren't going to attack each other. 

“You two be nice, alright?”

“Yes, Miss Aerith,” they spoke in unison. Aerith giggled a bit and they both couldn't hide the blushing pout from her joy.

Strife found himself silent in moments like these, moments where pieces of his worst enemy truly acted like innocent children. He knew what they were capable of, what they had done to reach Jenova, yet before him stood true children, a nearly human side he had never seen before and did not believe for a minute. Luckily, these moments were scattered between the journey and the remnant’s grief.

In battle, only one member did not team up: Cloud, the odd one from this new time. He fought about as well as Strife expected, but there was no teamwork, no raising anyone else up, no attack that could clearly help them all. Kadaj, still unable to fight, would wait at a safe distance until the battle was over and then glued himself back to Cloud. 

Cloud never sent the injured boy away. Kadaj clung to his leg every second they were out of battle, always keeping at least one hand on the ex-SOLDIER. Cloud gifted him with the occasional head pat, but the boy only squeezed in response. 

“Ya know, even the, it's nice to be outta the city. Come on, breathe the fresh air with me,” Barret made a show, exaggerating his inhale and exhale. All but Kadaj followed his lead. 

“Still not perfect,” Strife commented. 

“Certainly not,” Red added. “We'll have to leave the continent for fresh air at this rate.”

“It'll be easier when we reach the Grasslands.” 

“When I was young, we used to spend the last day of missions in the Grasslands trying to catch a chocobo,” Genesis brushed some dust off his shoulders, “since that land is much more inhabitable than this man-made desert.”

Aerith glanced away, observing the desolate land before them, trying to remember what it once was.

“Oh, I meant to ask, Genesis. How's your back?” Tifa stepped next to the former First. 

“No issues here. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering, how does flying affect your body?” She gestured to the open tear on the back of his coat. 

Loz and Yazoo perked up, all of a sudden surrounding the tall man. 

He tilted his head from side to side. “Well, it's… how do I put this… physically, when I disperse my wing into my body, the soreness of my wing goes with it. However it is incredibly annoying if not preened properly properly.”

“How?” Loz chirped in. 

“It's difficult to describe. Ruffled feathers seem heavier. Alone my wing feels like nothing, but after rough flying, it's a massive weight on my shoulder. It's easier to hide it away now and deal with it when we're in the clear.”

“We are in the clear…” Yazoo mentioned. 

Genesis shook his head. “Red can get away with being your average dog if he doesn't speak. I can't exactly convince anyone I come in peace when I have new limbs visible miles away.”

“Oo! Can I help you preen?” Aerith raised her hand like an excited student. 

“Excuse me?”

“Well, it must be hard getting to those back feathers. Can I help?”

“Bring a mask. He sheds everywhere.” Barret brushed off his clothes, a tiny black feather falling from a seam. “I'm still pulling them out of places they do not belong.”

Red sneezed. Everyone around the Red Mage of Shinra laughed. 

Strife… missed this. Really missed this. In his time, there was too much at stake to afford time around his team. The disease on his arm was top priority. Not for him, but for the child he cared for who simply did not have enough time left. He felt he deserved it, like it was his punishment for what he did.

He prayed his team was okay. That somehow the change in time protected them, cured them. With each memory, he glared at the children, especially the silent one at his younger self’s side that got more than it deserved after puppeteering the children of Edge. Though he normally never wished Hojo on his worst enemy, it seemed fitting in his eyes. 

A gloved hand blocked his view of the boy and his eyes followed it to Cloud. 

His younger self shook his head with a glare. Had he been staring at the boy? 

Kadaj buried his face in Cloud's baggy pants, his broken sobs returning. Both of his brothers appeared at his sides. Yazoo rubbed his back soothingly. Loz tried to give him a new materia to try, but he swatted them both away. 

“Brother, please… talk to us…” Yazoo requested, but his brother shook his head violently. 

“Big Brother, can you-?”

“No, Loz. He'll talk when he's ready. Why don't you try to find an item enhancement materia so we can heal him faster? How about that?” They both nodded at Cloud before running to the head of the pack. Cloud knelt down and hugged the boy, letting fresh tears disappear into his sweater. 

Strife kept his mouth shut and his eyes forward. 

* * * 

Not a single car drove by the pack, not even the chocobo truck from Strife's time. They weren’t going to make it to Kalm that day or even that night at their current rate. With the beginning of twilight, Cloud made a decree. 

“We'll rest for the night and get back on the road tomorrow. As long as we cover Red's tail, no one should find us.” 

“Do you think we can find a cave?” The woman in pink asked. 

“We'll have better luck looking for a small cliff. It should be enough to hide us from the road.”

Thus the group left the asphalt path, settling down with a small magic fire and cooking the edible spoils of their battles that day. The fire went out the moment their meal was ready. Barret made Red a small tent of rocks for the beast's glowing tail. 

Aerith watched with eyes wide both in amazement and fear, the sky above open to millions of stars but the small land before her holding friends and her first ever camping trip. Upon voicing this simple fact, she was immediately bombarded by Barret and Red sharing stories and activities they should do before heading to Kalm. 

“Though these aren't the best circumstances, I find true campfires much calmer than magic ones,” the marked beast explained. 

“Really?” Aerith's head tilted. “Why?”

“You can't beat the smell. And the flames move differently in a real fire. Naturally. With the wind.” 

“What about smoke?”

“If you gather a bunch of leaves, you can make a huge smoke cloud and watch it go poof,” Barret exaggerated, his arms expanding to visualize the concept. 

“Wouldn't that hurt your eyes?” 

“Not if you step back!” The three of them laughed, sharing stories and smiling until nightfall. 

“I’ll keep watch,” Red stated, but Genesis cut him off.

“I’ll keep watch, if Aerith’s willing to make good on her offer.”

It took a second before Aerith gasped in excitement. “Do you mean your wing?!”

“It’s not as easy as it seems, but if you’re still willing to try-”

“Yes!” 

“Can I help?”

Genesis was shocked to see the eldest of the silver boys approach curiously. How could he say no to a piece of the friend he ruined? “Be very gentle.”

The boy nodded. Taking the confirmation, the former First revealed his black wing. Aerith and the boy were on him in a second, both trying to rush ahead before the redhead could even explain or demonstrate how preening actually worked.

Yazoo simply watched the circus of the wing and the conversation between the one armed father as he leaned against a small cliff, one hand kept on Mother’s nameplate. He could see and hear everyone clearly, and he noticed Tifa approach the younger blond.

“Hey.”

Cloud turned immediately. “Hey.”

Tifa sat next to him, resting her arms on her knees. “How’s he doing?”

He glanced down at the boy asleep beside him, his hand trapped under silver hair. “Better. He’s almost completely healed. And you know the drill: lots of cures means lots of sleep. Honestly, he could fight if he wasn’t so…” He sighed, not knowing how to finish. 

“He’s a tough one. He’ll bounce back. Between Hojo and that creature…”

“Yeah.”

“How are you holding up?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“You know you can always talk to me, right?”

“Never been much of a talker. But you know I’ll always listen, right?” His counter made her smile softly, her ruby eyes twinkling with the stars.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Cloud glanced away, looking down at the boy using his free hand as a pillow. He couldn't leave without waking the child, even if their conversation was clearly over. 

Genesis's voice broke the moment, “Do not yank them out!”

“Sorry!” The boy apologized immediately, his hand marred with a clump of small feathers and drops of blood. “I didn't mean to! I thought it was safe…”

“You have to untie them. It's not like brushing hair,” Aerith explained, moving her hands through the feathers. “Here, watch. See the knot? Now find where the feathers came from, then their ends. Be careful. Be gentle.” 

Strife scoffed under his breath. No one else acknowledged it, but Yazoo did, watching his true Big Brother. He had seen it enough times, Big Brother's hatred and caution around them despite their reduced age and strength. The constant glares. The kindness to his old teammates never shared with his brothers. The anger every time they dared speak to any member of his old team. 

Yazoo glanced around at all of their group and at the landscape before him. Something clicked. Midgar against the sky, the curve of the hills and dips of the wasteland, even the location of the plants. 

He had been here before. 

The middle brother stood, leaving the plate behind, and slowly approached the blond in black. The man noticed him immediately, adjusting the blades in the holster. Yazoo held his hands up in surrender. “There’s something I want to test… It won’t take long… Walk with me…”

Strife glared for a moment before checking on everyone else. His younger self and Tifa were laying down, staring at the stars. They wouldn’t notice if they left. “Don’t try anything stupid. And no sudden movements.”

Yazoo nodded before leading the way, deliberately keeping his hands in True Big Brother’s sight. 

Once they could no longer see the team, Strife took out a blade. “Where are we going?” 

“If I remember correctly, it's around the next cliff…”

“What is?”

Instead of answering, Yazoo went ahead to confirm. “It's right here.” He gestured. “Take a look.” 

Strife followed, walking ahead until the targeted object was in view. He nearly snapped the boy's neck. 

It was Zack's body. Zack Fair. From Gongaga. Former First Class. No one would recognize it the way it was now, no soulful blue eyes, no muscles worthy of SOLDIER, no spiky hair frilled like a mane. His body was torn by scavengers, most of which returned to dens and nests before nightfall. His hand was broken deliberately, fingers and knuckles forced in unnatural directions. 

“Why?” Strife spat, offering no further prompt. 

“This is where my brothers and I arrived… I hoped something would happen when you came here… Something that…-” He shook his head, destroying the thought attempting to leave his mouth. Something that would take them out of this horrible world. Something that would bring them all home, even if they were fated to lose. “Never mind… It’s pointless now…”

“So you make me look at the dead body of my friend?” His mako gaze burned. 

“I swear, I did not think of it…”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now.”

Yazoo looked down, sorrowful and aloof. “...The other you protects us… Just as we protected him…” 

Strife didn't want to see the body but the realization hit him like a truck. Cloud protected the remnants because Zack couldn't pass on his legacy. They became his reason for living.

“We can bury him… if that would help…”

He couldn’t hide the shocked anger at the suggestion alone.

Yazoo turned away. “I’ll head back then…” Without another word from his true big brother, he walked away, returning to the group and leaving the wolf behind.

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To be continued...

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BW : III - The Empress (Upright)

Pink clouds part from her vision, and Bianca finds herself back in her house at Nuvema, except, she was not herself at all.

She was a mere spectator to an ongoing argument between her- a younger her, and her father. Her poor mother tried to mediate their growing argument, to no avail.

Of all the times her father decided to butt in and get in the way of her dreams, he just had to do it on the day Cheren was staying at her place instead of Hilbert’s; she could only imagine Cheren’s face from behind her as she held back frustrated tears.

But, the Bianca of today, the spectator, was able to see it all. 

Her little self was red-faced and on the verge of crying, her mother looked exasperated, and little Cheren hid behind her mother in concern, wondering if it was his place to step in.

She remembers this fight out of the many they had before.

It had occurred a long time ago, when she, Cheren, and Hilbert were denied permission by her father, Silas Alabaster, into leaving little Nuvema Town for their Pokemon journeys. Even Audrea could not argue with a man as bullheaded as he.

It was under the pretense of concern. 

Something about the three of them, being raised in such a tight-knit community, being unprepared for the trials and tribulations that came with being Pokemon trainers.

Still, how did he expect them to grow into capable, independent adults, if he was preventing them from taking the same opportunities as other children their age had?

Just because he was the only present father in Nuvema, it didn’t give him the right to extend his control to her friends.

The fight continues just as she remembers it, culminating in little Bianca yelling out a heated “I hate you!” at the end of her rant, stomping upstairs as Cheren followed her. 

But, instead of seeing how her father would have reacted, or if her mother would run up to check up on the children, the scene before her vanishes into a pink mist.

..which reminds her.

“Where am I?”

...

“Is this a dream?”

Hilbert asks this to no one in particular.

But it had to be, right? He recalled that he was just finishing off a battle with some guy, a grunt under a team called Team Plasma-

When all of a sudden, pink mist surrounded both him and Bianca.

Now here he was in an empty sandy beach, the deep blue sea stretching across the horizon, barely different from the endless clear sky above.

Not even his Pokemon- Tepig or Panpour, were with him.

He would be more worried if not for his earlier assumptions that the scene before him was not real. The breeze did nothing to move even a single strand of his hair, his shoes did not leave marks on the sand-

And the Cheren that suddenly formed in front of him was not Cheren at all.

He was taller, his clothes were different, and the red glasses that rested on his face were not the same pair he would usually wear.

Not to mention, those eyes weren’t Cheren’s usual indigo.

They were as blue as the sea.

Still, he could not stop himself from reaching out to grab their arm. Their startled expression, the jolt they did upon their skin made contact- it felt all too real.

“Cheren? What are you doing here?”

Looking down at Hilbert’s hand, the Cheren look-a-like stared at him with horror.

“..my hero?”

...

Fennel Dreamer was anticipating the arrival of three children- children she’s helped Audrea babysit a couple of times before.

But, she hears from the Striaton triplets that they’ve trained at the Dreamyard as they were setting up the gym.

That wouldn’t be the issue, if not for the sudden explosion that occurred minutes after they told her, followed by a sickly sweet smell.

Without even waiting for the triplets’ instructions on what to do, she sets out on her own to check up on those children herself.

She could never stay in one place for too long, and only this year did she drag Amanita with her to live at Striaton City, moving out of their previous home all the way from Opelucid. 

It was all for a good reason, of course; she had to be near her subjects of interest, and with her project finally coming to fruition, it was only logical she would move to the city that housed the Dreamyard.

Her research had been going swimmingly well, except for one problem; the Munna and Musharna have been restless as of late, unable to exude the Dream Mist she desperately needed for her prototype.

She supposes that the reason for their stress have been those strange people with oven mitts; Amanita told her so, how her classmate at the Trainer School had his Pokemon taken by them just days ago.

She didn’t expect to run into one of those troublemakers himself; though, it seems they were in a daze themselves.

An unusual high amount of Dream Mist wafted through the air, and if not for the respirator she had taken with her, she would have succumbed to the same dream-like state as they had.

She would feel bad for them, but not only did they seem like the villains here,

but there were two children passed out on the floor. Two very familiar children.

They took priority over everyone else.

She sends out a Swoobat from her ball, relying on her Pokemon to fan away the Dream Mist as she dragged the children with her to the staircase leading to the basement. 

She recognized them fairly well; these were two of the three children she used to babysit with her dear friend.

Hilbert Blackburn had grown much taller. With his hand clenched tightly around a Pokeball, and a Tepig sleeping on his chest, she could only assume he chose the fiery starter from Audrea’s collection.

Bianca Alabaster had also grown tremendously, but she was no longer the tallest in her group, it seemed; a shivering Munna seeks shelter in her arms, releasing small spurts of Dream Mist in an attempt to protect itself. 

Perhaps from those villains upstairs, the ones who were currently hallucinating being reprimanded by their lord.

She would get the details later. For now, just by looking at them, she knew these kids were in need of help.

As a victim of one too many Dream Mist incidents herself, she and Amanita had come up with effective methods to awake those who fell into a deep sleep; she pops open a bottle of crushed berry powders.

“Oh, Audrea is going to kill me if she finds out,” She bemoans. “Well, down the hatch, kiddos!”

She sprinkles the powders into their open mouths.

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Even more Headcanons of Marisol "Mariposa"/Xiaodie

A continuation of this because it was getting too long.

As Mari, she had a hard time relating to her peers, and although she was well-loved by her family, she often felt like an outsider among her siblings being the middle child who was not a part of a multiple birth (she has a pair of older twin brothers and younger triplet siblings)

Her mother is an archaeologist and the Monkey King was on her radar for a good part of her career.

Multiple births are a common thing within in her father's side of the family.

In looks, she mostly takes after her father with her mother's freckles and farsightedness, but the older she gets, she acts more like her mother.

Mari tends to not show a lot of outward emotion and has trouble expressing her feelings. As Xiaodie, she's given more leeway to emote more, although it’s still a struggle to express what she means in a way people understand and the emotions she expresses are mostly fear and frustration rather than positive emotions.

Nevertheless, she's always been quite honest with her words, cannot lie for her life, but she's often unaware with how harsh she can come off sometimes.

That being said, her smiles are very few and far between. The first time, the pilgrims saw her genuinely smile and laugh, their hearts melted. It was magical. Since then, everyone has always been trying to get a smile or a giggle out of her (well, without causing bodily harm to Bajie, but Wukong definitely encourages that)

As Mari, she was not only trained in archery but in fencing as well. As Xiaodie, she uses a blade as a melee weapon if she has to get into close-range skirmishes. I like the image of her learning eastern-style sword fighting with a jian sword, but swords are expensive, so she might just have a cheap knife or two in hand.

Xiaodie has thalassophobia (a fear of the ocean or other large, deep bodies of water) as a result of her drowning experience. This isn't helped by the fact that the pilgrims have the worst luck at large rivers.

The one time she did decided to go for a dip that wasn't in a shallow stream for bathing was to help Sandy rescue Wukong from a river after that brutal scuffle with Red Son and the Samadhi Fire. Losing someone she cared about scared her more than her fear of drowning.

Unlike the other Pilgrims, she didn't end up in a fistfight with Wukong as there were no misunderstandings between them and she just so happened to be vibing in a butterfly valley where Tripitaka and Wukong found her. Although Wukong did almost chase her around because he was interested in her jewellery.

Xiaodie may not agree with Tripitaka all the time, but she's still a dedicated bodyguard. Unfortunately, she's still a squishy mortal and has had her bones broken a little more than a couple of times trying to save the monk whenever Wukong was not around to cushion his falls. Fun times being in a feral demon-infested world.

When Xiaodie started remembering a few modern inventions, she started drawing various vehicles in her notebook to keep the images of them slipping away from her mind.

In fact, she even introduced the concepts of flying jets and cars to Red Son when he was a young tyke... regrettably.

After returning to the modern era with the confirmation that she is the original Butterfly Maiden, Mari cannot look at fan-made content for Journey to the West the same way ever again. She gets super embarrassed just by coming across an "Everytime we touch" ship video on YouTube between her and Wukong (you know those exist in LMK; don't deny it).

When I mentioned that she can growing her wings her for flying, she can absolutely grow her wings to Mothra-sized levels of big. Perfect for terrorizing cities and creating windstorms.

Don't worry she keeps them at a reasonable size, but when she's flying, you'll notice that it's a bit windy and that there are butterflies all over the place.

Along with her wings, she also developed the physiology of a butterfly: flying up to 6096 m/20,000 ft in the air, breathing with ease in high altitudes even with exertion, and the inability to fly when cold (unlike regular butterflies though, she can still fly in temperatures down to 0ºC/32ºF).

She can also fly as fast as skipper butterflies (up to 37 miles per hour)

Because of the icy temperatures of LBD's powers, LBD never used Mari's wings to fly (she can already levitate on her own). She keeps them out as a constant reminder to Wukong that she has his lover's body hostage and aesthetic reasons while bring upon the apocalypse.

Because of her experiences with demons as well having her divine butterfly wings, Mari was more capable of slipping out LBD's control but only for very brief moments because she keeps falling asleep with how cold it felt being used a vessel. During the fight with LBD and Wukong, Mari used how LBD was being stretched thin to her advantage to try and destroy her own body.

I'm sorry. I had to put that there.

Having been under LBD's influence the longest, Mari did end up having platinum blonde to white streaks in her hair. They still darkened overtime to a strawberry blonde but never fully returned to her natural auburn colour.

For some reason, I want LBD to throw Mari's glasses and bow away (her hair accessory, not her archery bow). LBD aims to look innocent enough yet still easy to look intimidating. The glasses and the pink bow were throwing off that balance

Either LBD still has 20/20 vision using a host and the glasses were giving her headaches, or funny a part of my head is telling me that she was using Mari's contact lenses the whole time.

Anyway, Wukong gave her a new pair of glasses and a bow.

During the journey, Xiaodie and Wukong's relationship was a slow burn that frustrated the hell out of everyone around them... even Tripitaka and the Heavenly Bureaucracy.

And it's not like they were suppressing their feelings for each other; Wukong was being quite overt with how he would cling to Xiaodie when go to sleep or steal some food or shiny trinkets for her. It's just that Xiaodie was as oblivious as the rest of my ocs, and her resting bitch face made it hard for people to read her. She believed that she was making her feelings obvious by doing mundane tasks for Wukong though.

They were like a will-they-won't-they couple in a painfully long C-drama for everyone who was watching from heaven. You wouldn't believe how loud their celebration was when Xiaodie and Wukong finally confessed their feelings to each other.

Historians may have referred to the Butterfly Maiden as Sun Wukong's wife or bride, but their union is still something that warrants a legitimate ceremony to be actually married.

And what I mean by that is that either Wukong kept calling Xiaodie his wife even before he proposed and was still just courting her because he so sure that they would get married, or they got married Pirates of the Caribbean style in the heat of a battle (Tripitaka was definitely Barbosa in this scenario except being "busy at the moment" meant that he was busy being tied up and slowly lowered into a boiling pot of stew)

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"i see the truth." / The Heart , Cheren Slater 🖤🍒🕸️ - chronological order + meanings

Listen here!

I trimmed down the Slater playlist to just 11 songs, and re-arranged the tracks to fit the order of how Cheren’s arc is supposed to go down in my rewrite!

Edit (5/9/23): Playlist now has 15 songs!

Trigger warnings for mentions of; dissociation, self-hatred, and attempted self-harm.

1. Escapist

This is who I am Escapist, paradise seeker Farewell now time to fly Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies

From the perspective of an outsider, they are listening in to the story of The Legendary Twin Heroes of Truth and Ideals; both princes are accompanied by their loyal scholar and warrior as they pursue their goals in hopes of meeting the legendary dragon, who in turn will lend them the strength needed to earn the respect of the people of the kingdom and ascend the throne.

However, in the story, there is a healer who plays the role of The Heart; a healer who is loved and cherished by both princes. 

At the end of the story, The Heart is killed when the dragon splits itself into two, using his mind and body as the sacrifices needed to give birth to the dragons of truth and ideals, Reshiram and Zekrom.

2. Kami-Iro Awase

Searching for a hope within But the line to despair is so paper-thin It's the nature of the system It's the way of your existence

The Heart is reborn as Cheren Slater, one of the children from Nuvema Town. Along with his best friends Hilbert Blackburn and Bianca Alabaster, they set off on a journey accompanied by their new Pokemon on Pokedexes on hand.

However, they encounter a strange group called Team Plasma, who start forcing them and their newfound friend Hilda Weiss into roles similar to that of the legend.

Though Cheren remains oblivious, he feels a sense of dread as he continues towards his journey.

3. Choice

Nice to meet ya Who could you be? I am injury No you aren't You made the choice to be!

When everything Cheren knows and desires is brought into question, Zinzolin takes that opportunity to use his mind as a sacrifice to forcefully summon Reshiram, as Hilbert cannot will himself to, forcing Cheren into the role of The Heart.

4. Hitorinbo Envy

Dreaming in color, burned it in my mind But then I wake up, with black as raven hands alive Well I was chosen, to burn inside Couldn't be more fun to whistle and sing

Cheren is brainwashed and pitted against his best friend, completely losing his sense of agency. Though he’s unconscious, he dreams of his days playing with Hilbert and Bianca as children, and he unconsciously begs for them to save him.

When he’s rescued, the last thing he sees before his consciousness fades is fire emerging from Hilbert’s back like wings, cementing his status and role as the Hero of Truth.

5. Snowman

The kind nonsense spilled over in the end It's okay to have laughed and cried My body melts away as I watch over the two But I'm sure it will be fine For no matter what winter is like, Spring will come

After the battle at N’s castle, Cheren doesn’t fully regain consciousness until the day after Christmas, where he discovers a letter and Pokeball left on his doorstep. Realizing that Hilbert has left Unova under the pressure as its new hero, Cheren starts to fall into despair over losing both his best friend and his sense of agency.

He’s sent to Flocessy to live with Alder in hopes that the quietness from the media would help him, but Cheren spends his days yearning for Hilbert’s return and rereading the letter left for him. 

When he’s offered the chance to be Lenora’s successor, he is taken to Castelia to train under Burgh and the Striaton Triplets, hoping that his talents as a trainer won’t go to waste.

At the end of the song, spring arrives, bringing with it a new life for Cheren, and a new hero.

6. Lower One’s Eyes

I'll make sure that all my secret sins Everything my heart has hid All the feelings deep within Beating in my heart's the Truth, Amen

The first half of the song begins with Cheren recapping his journey from what little he remembers of it; he remembers mostly the major events, but what sticks out to him most is Hilbert’s kindness, and how it persists even when Cheren loses himself under Team Plasma’s control.

Even as Beheyeem has him under its spell, Cheren is saved by Hilbert, but he loses his hero before he can tell him his feelings.

The second half of the song shows Cheren alone in Aspertia City, lost in his new role as a teacher and gym leader. He then meets the trio of Nathaniel “Nate” Blake, Hugh Obsidian, and Rosa Whitefield, who adore him and make him remember what its like to smile and love again.

Unfortunately, Neo Team Plasma shows up, and Cheren finds himself seeing Nate in Hilbert’s shoes. Deathly afraid to lose him as he lost his best friend, Cheren spirals into near madness and tries to stop him from becoming a hero, but ends up jumping in front of Kyurem’s attack.

With his body in a near-date state, it is enough of a sacrifice to summon Zekrom and acknowledge Nate as the Hero of Ideals.

As he loses consciousness, the familiar silhouette of Reshiram descends upon the Giant Chasm, carrying two familiar figures on its back.

7. Lunod

Drowning in anxiety As if it’s punishment that never ends Where do you hold onto when you’re falling in deep They say “it’s just shallow”

Though Cheren is saved once more and treated before hes succumbs to his injuries, he doesn’t find himself in a stable state; feeling as if he’s lost both his mind and body to the dragons, and with Hilbert’s sudden reapparance, he dissociates and distances himself from his friends and family.

Feeling as if he’s now lost himself and all he has had to call himself his own person, he decides to use what’s left of his self-control in an attempt to throw himself off of Aspertia’s lookout.

8. Racing To The Night

"I don't want this, I'm tired of it" I frantically reach for your hand But you push my hands away "I don't want this, I'm tired of it" To tell the truth, I want to say that, too

To Cheren’s chagrin, he’s saved once again by Hilbert, who he views as an illusion his mind has conjured to cope with his anger and resentment towards himself. He rebuffs all of the illusion’s attempts to help him, and repeatedly lashes out, until the league decides that Cheren should go on hiatus until further notice.

Cheren’s anger towards himself and the illusion continues to grow, and in an attempt to stop him from isolating himself further, he’s taken to Nimbasa City to spend time with his students and friends. Unfortunately, Hilbert’s sudden touchiness towards him drives him away, and he falls off the stairs of the Pokemon Musical Theater.

Though he only gets a mild concussion and is relatively unharmed, the sudden pain coursing through his body is enough proof that he is awake and conscious, and the Hilbert holding him is the real deal.

9. Magnetic

Now I'm walking through my star-shaped morgue Singing, "What the fuck'd I do it for?" Heard voices from my closet door "You're all we want and more" Yeah, you said it "I'm magnetic to the things I hate the most"

Cheren’s birthday comes around, and his friends decide to celebrate his birthday at his Castelia condo, the place he stayed at during his training.

However, when Cheren blinks, he finds himself in a strange place with a person whose face is obscured. He recognizes the strange place as a grayed version of his Castelia condo, and curiously, the doors have no knobs, rendering him trapped.

10. Karma

What I desire most, what I fear most Is that somewhere in my heart I left a part of myself, but in no time it’s back in my hands Just like a lie, Oh Amita

Cheren’s birthday is celebrated, with the attendants of the party being him and the stranger.

As he tries to figure out where he is and what happened beforehand, Cheren remembers he was suddenly taken by a strange Pokemon at broad daylight on the streets of Castelia. 

Cheren realizes where he is and how he ended up there; while he was taken around Castelia City by his students, a Sigilyph hypnotized him and whisked him away with the help of a Cofagrigus.

At his sudden realization, the stranger lurches towards him, and Cheren finds himself trying to fight back against a growing void whose face shares his own.

11. Headlock

I'm walking, you've been hiding, And you look half dead half the time. Monitoring you, like machines do, You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

Though he is not in control of his body at the moment, he knows who is- The Heart, or at least, their willpower.

Taken into Relic Castle, the restless Yamask of Relic Castle are actually the spirits of the heroes of truths and ideals, as well as their party and the priest who guided them. They’ve mistaken Cheren for The Heart, and are intent on making him stay with them as they themselves have forgotten that he had died.

The stranger that lurched towards him has no intentions of hurting him- rather, it tells Cheren to keep fighting, to break free from the same chains that held The Heart in place.

Cheren realizes that this is The Heart himself, whose spirit was taken to the castle by Hilbert and co.

12. Unknown Mother Goose

How could I grow to adore this world surrounding me? Tell me will I just keep on rolling on eternally? Hey I think I’ll take these feelings no one ever wants Give this world a chance and share them all now with this final song

As Cheren’s friends try to convince the spirits of the castle to pass on, Cheren thinks of the things he’s lost when he’s begun his journey with high hopes; he’s lost his dreams, his sense of self, his agency, and even his heart, as he realizes the heart beating in his chest is not his own.

When he thinks of fully succumbing into the whims of the ghosts and assuming The Heart’s personality, he hears the dreams and wishes of his friends and his Pokemon, who are fighting for his sake.

He asks The Heart what he should do, and though The Heart insists Cheren keep fighting, he understands he’s worn down at being seen as an extension of The Heart’s will.

The Heart then asks Cheren what does he want to do.

13. Homunculus

I realized in my last life, that I hate the light So I keep running, and running I'm trying to hide From everything that's inside This heart that I've tried To erase and wash away all the shame

Cheren makes his own choice.

Having enough of the role he was forced to play, Cheren rejects the truth and ideals of the twin princes to force himself awake, where he finds himself surrounded by the ghosts of their past lives. 

Repeatedly, he rejects them and acknowledges his existence as his own, and not as an extension of The Heart’s.

The Hero of Truth is then reunited with the true spirit of The Heart, whose body was laid to rest all the way at the Abyssal Ruins.

Finally brought together, The Hero of Truth leaves Cheren and acknowledges him as a completely separate person from The Heart he loved, and The Heart thanks Cheren and his friends for offering their spirits peace.

14. Flowering

I want to bloom as the way I am​ What I desire and fear the most cannot be taken in this borrowed form​ As the way I am, as the way I am​

In the aftermath of the Relic Castle incident, Cheren takes his time to ponder on his own existence and sense of self, all while his friends continue to set up his birthday party. 

He learns of the full story of the twin heroes from Bianca, and realizes that she, Hilbert, and the rest of their friends were similarly haunted and forced to play into roles by not only Team Plasma, but also by the restless spirits of the Relic Castle.

As he blows his candles and celebrates his 17th birthday, Cheren finally decides to look at Hilbert straight in the eye again.

15. Matsuri

'Cuz I was crying so hard, until my tears drowned And 'cuz, without any guard, you only laughed loud The summer heat then was burning both our bodies' ends The winter, seething then, froze us to a bitter old death

As the year ends, Cheren spends the new year with his friends and family at Nuvema Town, having invited Nate and his friends and family to celebrate with them.

Though he admits to Hilbert how he felt abandoned and angry, after having met The Heart and seen the grief that the Hero of Truth was going through, he could feel nothing but pity for the both of them. Though he knows what he’s gone through is nothing to be swept under the rug, at the very least, he is thankful he was given the chance to live again instead of having his life fully ripped away from him by the dragons.

When the clock strikes twelve, Cheren asks Hilbert to not repeat the same mistake as the Hero of Truth did, and Hilbert agrees to keep true to his promise.