#who might i add is reckless and we're supposed to see it as him being worth being part of the team

[justrandomselfships]

Lorenz Supports with my S/I!

I'm treating her like a playable character so welp... She will have more romantic endings than JUST Sylvain... But Sylvain is my only romantic F/O for fe3h!

While I would love to write endings I just can't think of any good ones :x maybe someday I'll add them.

Also @loverboysnufkin suggested that I go with either Leonie or Lorenz first so welp I decided to go for Lorenz first and then Leonie second.

C support:

Lorenz: Heather, it's a pleasure to see you.

Heather: Greetings Lorenz... Is there anything you need from me?

Lorenz: As a matter of fact I believe it's the opposite.

Heather: Huh?... I don't think I follow?

Lorenz: I heard about your troubles with your noble duties.

Lorenz: And I believe I am one of the best people who can help you adjust to your role.

Heather: So that's what you wanted all along...

Heather: Lorenz, I'm sorry but you'll only waste your time with me.

Heather: My sister will take care of everything. Nobody will gain anything by associating with me.

Lorenz: But you're marrying into another family, right?

Lorenz: You'll have to know how to act in order to make things work. So far you only failed, no?

Lorenz: As far as I'm concerned you managed to drive away all of your suitors.

Heather: That'd be because I did it on purpose.

Lorenz: Pardon?

Heather: Just leave me be, I don't need to explain myself to you.

B support:

Heather: ...

Heather: Oh Lorenz, you're here. I was looking for you.

Heather: I'm so sorry for snapping at you.

Lorenz: Hmpf, I suppose there is no harm in accepting your apology.

Lorenz: But could you at least tell me what do you despise so much about your position?

Heather: I'm just yet to meet a noble who is interested in me who isn't a creep. I honestly don't think so highly of marriage but I'd prefer to have someone pleasant to be around.

Heather: I know that I shouldn't by any means be picky...

Lorenz: You needn't explain yourself any further. I understand the desire to find a suitable match.

Heather: You do? And here I thought most nobles just cared for power and titles.

Lorenz: Why of course that is also important, but having a good connection with your spouse is just as important.

Lorenz: That's why I'm making an effort and looking for a wife myself instead of waiting for any woman to just show up.

Heather: You're right...

Lorenz: Of course I am.

Heather: I always thought that I just don't have a say in the matter you know?

Heather: But either way things still are different for you and I. You're confident and you have what it takes to approach women.

Lorenz: Well, I won't deny that you do lack confidence. But you have a lot going for yourself.

Heather: Like what?...

Heather: You know what- nevermind that was a stupid question.

Lorenz: But I'm still happy to answer it.

Lorenz: I consider you to be a kind woman, one that is honest and cares deeply about well being of others.

Lorenz: Of course your flaw lies with the fact that you tend to be brutally honest... But I'm sure a lot of men appreciate that.

Heather: Hearing praise from you means a lot. You prove me wrong yet again, I thought you were just saying stuff but you actually backed up your statement.

Heather: I guess in that case I might as well look for someone on my own for once... Thanks Lorenz.

Lorenz: Do keep me updated on the matter won't you? I'm quite interested who you might find suitable for yourself.

Heather: I'll do that only if you do the same.

A support:

Lorenz: How was your search going?

Heather: Considering that we're at war I had no time for husband hunting. Instead I was just recently introduced to another suitor.

Lorenz: I can only hope that things are going well?

Heather: You couldn't be more wrong... That man is insane.

Heather: But he'll lose interest sooner or later. I'll make sure of it.

Lorenz: I can only hope you won't do anything reckless.

Heather: I've done it a tons of times before. I just need to know what he's after and then I'll use it against him.

Lorenz: I see...

Heather: Is everything okay?

Lorenz: I was only wondering, what exactly are you looking for in a partner?

Heather: Someone who treats me as an individual, it'd be nice if they knew their way with words and...

Heather: Um... Someone who is a lot like you now that I think about it.

Lorenz: Since I'm a lot like me, how about-

Heather: Are you p-proposing to me!?

Lorenz: I suppose you could call it that.

Heather: Why though? Aren't I totally unsuited for a noble position? You said yourself that I'm failing at it.

Lorenz: Just because you failed at it doesn't mean you can't improve.

Lorenz: And right now I'm not thinking about that either way. I suppose you have... Charmed me... In a way.

Lorenz: Ever since I listened all those things about you I kept thinking of more things I should've said instead and before I knew it...

Heather: Oh... I see.

Heather: While I won't say I feel nothing towards you at all... I need time to think this through okay?

Lorenz: Naturally, I'll wait for as long as you need.

[araiz-zaria]

The Fantastic Union Four™ — Road Trip AU

the nth part

In case you don't know what I am writing about, this is what I am talking about, so feel free to catch up on that before you proceed further with this text 😏

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The fantastic Union four™ has just left Texas to Sheridan's relief, though with a low low key dread that he couldn't get beef jerky as good as the one he got in Texas lol.

They stopped at yet another roadside attraction that Sheridan recommends. Thomas, weary from the long drive, and Sherman, eager for a little break from the car ride, agree to stop by at the attraction. Grant is slightly nonplussed — yet another delay to the trip — but considering that he could get to have a smoke he too acquiesces.

At said roadside attraction, Grant goes at a certain quiet spot for a smoke while the other three explore the place. He reaches for his cigarette, unfortunately he runs out of it.

Sighing, Grant feels let down until a group of strangers approach him and wondering about his problem. He tells them that he forgot to buy a box of cigarette when he last stopped at a rest area, and now that he runs out of it he feels slightly annoyed about it. Hearing this story, the strangers kindly offer him a stick of cigarette or so he thought it was.

Touched by the gesture, Grant is quite relieved at first when he lights up the cigarette. "It might be slightly different from the usual cigarette, but we're sure you gonna love it!" say the strangers. As he inhales the smoke more times he realizes that it is different — it smells funny and feels funky in his mouth. It was actually a joint.

When the other three are done with going around the attraction, they call on Grant to get in the car. He is just standing at where he is, unresponsive, with his back facing them. Perplexed, Sherman approaches Grant, taps him on the shoulder and pulls him so that Grant faces him.

Sherman: "Hey Ulyss come on, let's hop on back into the car, we're going back on the road..."

Grant: (startled) "...h-HUH??!?"

Sherman: "Come on, it's your turn to drive now..."

Grant: "...b-b-Billy, is that you...?"

Sherman: "Yeah of course it's me..." (Notices something unusual with Grant's face) "...what happened to you??"

Sherman calls on the other two to check on Grant — certainly something has happened to him. He seems like someone in delirium though not due to alcohol ("He was just smoking, right? How could he become like this??"). Sheridan and Thomas ask him if he did something else other than smoking. Grant, just as puzzled and panicked as the other three, blurts that he was just smoking that's all he did! Thomas wonders if it is not a regular cigarette that Grant was smoking ("...was it opium? But how???"). Sheridan keeps on asking questions, Grant keeps panicking, Sherman tries to steady him...

At any rate Grant cannot drive as previously planned, so Sherman has to drive again after Thomas. Sheridan offers to drive but Thomas and Sherman soundly reject his offer. ("But why, I thought you were still tired from your previous drive??" "...it's fine, I can still drive a bit more. I've rested for quite a bit, and besides, I am still a safer driver than you are..."😛). Sherman and Sheridan launch into a brief spat until Thomas breaks them both after he gets Grant into the car, sitting on the back seat.

So Sherman takes the wheel and it turns out to be a rougher drive than expected. Trying to get to the next stop (ie. a town and the motel they'll stay at) as fast as he could, he proceeds to drive fast as he usually does. This time however, as he speeds up, Grant, who is in a delirious state of mind, shrieks when he feels the throttle of the car. Sheridan, sitting next to him, tries to calm him by holding him down tightly, only for Grant to wail in panic. He thrashes about, trying to shake Sheridan off of him wailing and yowling. Blood drains down Thomas' face, he is struck by panic that ensues in the car, albeit still being impeccably composed on the outside. He is split between trying to calm Grant down from the front seat and telling Sherman to slow down. Failing to comfort Grant from the front seat, he urges Sherman to slow down.

Sherman: "What do you mean by slow down the faster we drive the briefer we have to endure this..."

Thomas: "THAT IS NOT HOW ALL OF THIS WORKS!"

Sheridan: "Ulyss it's me, calm down we got your back..." (Proceeds to squeeze Grant's arms tighter)

Grant: "AAAEEEEEOOIHHJGGHJKJK MOTHEEEER, JULIAAAA HELP MEEEEEE AKIIDSFWDZJJK"

Sherman the speed demon that he is keeps on driving fast among the havoc breaking within the car, until Grant vomits and makes an utter mess in the car. Sherman brakes abruptly but the car behind them almost crashes their car from the rear so he has to throttle again (and Grant panics again) and after a bit more driving they stop by the side of the road.

They take care of Grant and clean the mess up as much as they can. Afterwards, Thomas decides to sit in the back, to try calming Grant down for the rest of the ride as well as he can. Thomas admonishes Sherman sternly to drive more carefully. Sherman acquiesces, and for once he drives more slowly than usual (though nowhere near as slow (or steady) as Thomas wants it — more like Grant's usual pace of driving).

When they finally reach the motel they help Grant out of the car and into his room. Grant is supposed to be rooming together with Sherman that night but now with his current condition, Thomas has to keep watch on him as well leaving Sheridan alone in his room. They end up keeping watch on Grant for the whole night. (They end up staying for an extra night at that motel as well)

The next morning, after just a few winks of sleep between the two of them...

Thomas: "Hey Cump, can I...talk one on one with you?"

Sherman: "Sure."

Thomas: "Alright, good" (raises from his chair) "Follow me."

Sherman: "Why can't we talk about it just here? It's not like Ulyss can hear us right now?"

Thomas: "I want to make sure it's truly a one-to-one conversation."

Sherman: "...okay..." (raises from the chair, following Thomas, who is heading out to another place for talking)

(At the other place outside of Grant's room)

Sherman: "So what it is that you want to talk ab..."

Thomas: !!!SLAP!!!

Sherman: (holding his left cheek) "TOM WHAT THE HE..."

Thomas: (grips Sherman by the sides firmly, shaking his body) "HOW COULD YOU BE SO RECKLESS GOING ABOUT ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE IN THIS TRIP?? BY GOD, CUMP, HAVE MORE RESTRAIN ON YOURSELF!!"

Sherman: "Do you really think I have no restraint..."

Thomas: "...yes, YES YOU ARE! BY GOD, do you not see yourself bickering with Sheridan all the time..."

Sherman: "...but it was just a friendly banter..."

Thomas: "...at the expense of Grant's condition??"

Sherman: (utterly baffled and startled, glaring incredulously at Thomas)

Thomas: (still gripping Sherman's arms tightly) "I can't be the only sane adult left in the car, I ask...no, I IMPLORE you, Cump, hold on to any shreds of sanity left in your mind — I know you are of a rational mind, and yet...you fall for fits of passion more often than it is expedient..."

Sherman: (flustered) "...okay...but what about Ulyss?"

Thomas: "Ulyss is a ball of nervous wreck. Your bickering with Sheridan certainly doesn't help, but even without that he doesn't seem to be as steady as I thought he'd be on this trip..." (sighs) "...and I don't think I can get through to him the way I get through to you, so please..." (grips Sherman's shoulders) "...don't add more fuel to the fire..."

Sherman: "...alright, I will do my best on it..."

Thomas: "...good. Now always sit in the front even when you are not driving... I'll have to drive again for the next leg of the trip..."

Sherman: "Do I get to navigate again?"

Thomas: "No, I already got that down."

Sherman: "Oh come on..."

Meanwhile, while Sherman and Thomas have their talk, Sheridan checks in on Grant. Grant is sleeping, he seems to be in a slightly better condition than last night when he last saw him. He watches by the bedside, and then Grant wakes up, slowly and drowsily. Sheridan asks about how he feels, and he offers Grant a glass of water. Still drowsy, Grant refuses the offer. Sheridan insists that he has a glass of water — he hasn't consumed anything since their stop at the roadside attraction. Grant relents, and he ends up drinking a sip or two. Afterwards he sinks back into sleep. Sheridan was worried, and by the time Grant sinks back into sleep Sherman and Thomas enter the room. They talk about their current situation and decide to stay one more night at the motel (clean the car more, and fetch some food to eat (especially something for Grant)).

———to be continued 👀👀😏———

[frenchlangdon]

Late Night Louisiana Pt. 2

Summary: It’s late 19th century, Y/N moves to Louisiana to learn more about vampires. But what happens when she finds one likely creature of the night at Porterhollow Cemetery?

LNL Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire!bucky x reader

“Tobias, I never saw him go in the tavern..."

"Okay, that's all ya had to say! So you're going to the cemetery tonight, right?" He looked at me with amused eyes. I crossed my arms and raised a brow. "I don't think it would be a good idea to go tonight." My eyes scan over a couple books on the bookshelf next to me, trying to avoid eye contact. "And why not, Y/N?" He asked and turned his head like a confused puppy. "Well because... the clouds are looking a little grey. I don't want to be walking in mud tonight at the cemetery."

"Fimble-Famble!" He exclaimed. He started laughing. "You're 'fraid of that cemetery, aren't ya?" He smiled mockingly at me. "No I am not! You big coot! I just—What if I find him there? What do I say? Hi I've heard so much about you! I'm really interested in what you are. Can we be friends?" I purses my lips, uncrossing my arms and placing them on my hips. "Obsessed is more like it" He said under his breath. "You're not helping, Tob." I glared at him and he held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. Sorry." He mumbled with a smirk. "Will you go with me?" I asked full of hope. Surely he wouldn't turn me down. I bat my eyelashes and smile sweetly. "No ma'am! I'm not trying to run out of print." He shrugged.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not trying to die, darling."

I let out a huff and leaned against the side wall of the bookshelf. "So you're gonna let me go alone, to a cemetery, at night, where a creature of the night lurks?" He had a devilish grin on his face as he nodded. "I'm not the one dying to meet some vampire. You're the one who moved here just to learn more about the lively species that feed on us. You'll probably be his snack for the night."

"No, he doesn't go for likely young women with gorgeous hair." I flipped my hair in a dramatic motion causing Tobias to scoff. "My hair looks better than yours and It’s only an couple inches long."

His comment made my jaw drop wide open. "Wanna add anymore agony to the pile? Geez, Tob." My hand landed onto my lazy made up bun. Most woman had their hair done up in extravagant curls and plaits but I’m not really into my hair, I just do two plates and make it into a low bun. He snickered and gave me a quick hug. "I was messing with you. Now I have to close up the store and you need to go to the cemetery. If you start walking now it'll be dusk by the time you get there." He pushed me towards the door. "Yeah but don't you need help closing? You're my best friend! I think I should help you! Do you want me to sweep? Or dust the shelves?" I turn to him with a smile. "No. Now go." He pushed me out and locked the door behind him, flipping the sign. Closed.

I let out a deep sigh as I start my journey down the cobble road to the infamous Porterhollow Cemetery.

There's been a lot of grave robberies and a lot of dead bodies found there. Bodies that weren't buried there in the first place. Most of the bodies found were corned bummers, I guess he does us a favor by taking the reckless and vile folk out of the town. Some will ride into town, spend all their money on the whores and end up living on the streets begging for money, only to drink it away instead of buy clothes to get a job or a decent meal. As I walked down the street, several people wave and say hi. Everyone knows who I am. I'm the crazy girl. They all know I'm looking for Wrecker. I wonder since the whole town of Porterhollow knows I want to find him, if he himself knows I'm looking for him. Maybe that's why he hasn't been to the tavern in awhile.

"Y/N! Hey! Wait up!" I turn around and see Steven, another friend of mine, jogging over to me. "Hey, where ya headed?" He asked, he stopped once he stood before me. He put a hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He stared up at me through his long eyelashes. "Cemetery. Wanna come?" I asked. His eyes grew wide, he shook his head. "No way am I trying to end up in an eternity box." He said. I rolled my eyes, "Nobody calls them that anymore... just say coffin." I laughed at him, it was now his turn to roll his eyes. He stood up straight as we began walking. He was definitely easy on the eyes, he was tall, broad, muscular, and also very artistic which to me is so attractive. He was every woman's dream. But he never tried to pursue any woman. "What do you think you're gonna find in that cemetery? You really think a vampire is living there?" He kicked rocks as we continued to walk down the road, the sun was setting. "I'm not trying to find just any vampire. I'm trying to find the Wrecker. Have faith in me will ya?" I nudge his huge arm. He chuckled and nodded, mumbling an 'okay'.

"So, are you um, are you attracted to vampires?" He asked looking away, clearly nervous with the question he just asked.

"No. I just want to know more about them. I think us normal folk are boring and dull. We're too ordinary. Vampires, the creatures of the night, they're fizzin!" I look at him to find that he's already staring at me.

"Would you ever consider being with one? A vampire, I mean. Or is that something too taboo?"

"I mean if they were nice, not trying to kill me, then yeah. I'm open to it. It's not like I'm seeking out vampires so I can fall in love with one. I'm just a curious cat." I giggle at the thought of falling in love with a vampire. So silly. Like it could ever happen. I don't think I could fall in love with a man that had sharp walrus teeth... no thanks.

"That's good to know." He whispered more to himself than me. "Why? Do you have a vampire friend that is interested in little ole me?" I smirked and nudged him playfully again. "No. Just a curious cat." He said with a sweet smile. I nod and look ahead, the cemetery now in view. "Well it was nice talking, but I gotta get back to my ma. Be careful." He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. "Alright see ya later, Steve." I waved as I watched him run down the road and back to his momma's house.

Before I knew it I was at the gates. I took a deep breath before walking through. It's gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine. There's a slim chance I'll even find him here. The cemetery is big, a lot of tombs, a lot of Mausoleums, and a lot of trees. The sun has set as the moon is out and shining bright and some fog has appeared, swimming on the ground. Definitely not scary or creepy.

Suddenly I get an eerie feeling of someone watching me. I do a complete three-sixty, no one is here. No one but me. I walk around, looking, searching. I prayed that I wouldn't bump into some grave robber. I hear the sound of leaves rustling, I turned to my left and saw a figure move behind a tree.

Part of me is screaming RUN! and another part is telling me to get closer, to see what's behind the tree to see if it’s him or just some opossum.

I step closer towards the oak tree, "Anybody there? Hello?" I step closer. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it may stop any second now. The dark figure stepped out from behind the tree, the shadow of the tree trunk covering the person's face, it's a silhouette of a tall and broad man, Steve. It's Steve. "Steve. I swear. You're little jokes aren't funny." I scoffed and crossed my arms. Why would Steve do this? He's such an asshat! He steps out into the light and his eyes stared into mine. "Oh. You're not... you're not um, Steve." I barely managed to say, my throat had gone dry and I suddenly felt cold.

There before was this handsome man, tall, muscular, and broad. Just like Steve but he was brunette. And his eyes were a lighter blue, the moon gave them a vibrant glow. "Are you—"

"I am." He came closer. I'm not gonna gum you and say I wasn't trembling in fear and excitement, because I was.

"And who might you be?" He asked. He looked me up and down, his eyes meeting my own once again.

"Y/N..."

I get closer and realize... he's not wearing a bandana and the moonlight is shining perfectly on his nose and lips. I gasp and grab ahold of his cheeks. "So you don't have sharp walrus teeth!" I exclaim. He furrowed his brows.

"I beg your pardon?"

[sam-hanna]

nothing against this new agent but you know who was recently a newbie too?

HARLEY HIDOKO.

didn’t need to bring yet another male character