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harry-hollands · 4 years

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selcouth // harry holland // 1

chapter 1: sunshine after the storm

story summary: Harry was used to living in his brothers’ shadows. Tom was the actor and Sam was the cook and musician. He was used to being second best and genuinely gave up on finding someone who could love him for him. Someone who could believe that Harry wasn’t second best. His mindset changes however, when he meets you. The sunshine to cast away all of the shadows.

chapter summary: harry finds his life a whole light brighter

pairing: harry holland x reader

warnings: none? maybe a few swears, slightly fluffy, moody harry,

word count: 1.6k

It was a bitter winter day, the brooding clouds seemed to match Harry’s mood. Ready to explode at any given moment in time. Why was Harry annoyed might you ask? Maybe because there was a nauseating reminder in front of him about how painfully single he was.

The heat was on full blast at the Holland-Osterfield-Barret residence, and a fire was blazing in the fireplace, but it wasn’t quite enough to fight off the bitter chills. Almost everyone was coupled up. Even Harrison, Harry’s go-to when he got sick of third-wheeling the long-term couples had someone to hold.

“Harry? You alright there mate?” Came the concerned voice of Tom, who unknowingly, and unintentionally, made the twenty-three-year-old more agitated than he already was.

Harry scoffed but nodded. “M’fine. I just don’t need to be reminded of how tragically single I am while you all are cuddled up.” The boy reminded sharply, slightly glaring at the pathetic looks Nadia and Elysia held upon their faces, something Harry instantly regretted when he noticed both of his brother’s shared a threatening scowl at him, a silent appeal to conclude his nasty behavior.

Sora Tanaka, Haz’s girlfriend of eight months, and the only one brave enough to test the waters of Harry’s testiness, gave a genuine smile to the aspiring photographer. “Harry, maybe I could introduce you to one of my best friends. She’s probably one of the most genuine people I know, and I truly do think this could be what you might need right now.”

Harry gently considered Sora’s words. Out of all of his friend’s significant others, Sora was probably his favorite. Maybe it was because she grew up in Hawaii, where everyone was laid back, maybe it was because Sora didn’t give a rat’s ass about what people thought of her, or maybe because she was the youngest in the group besides Paddy. Either way, Sora’s offer was one that caught the boys’ attention.

“Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You want to introduce Harry to one of your mates? Willingly?” Harrison stated astonished, knowing exactly how protective his girlfriend got when it came to any of her close friends and family.

“Is it honestly that surprising? Your best friend needs change in his life, and all of you aren’t exactly helping with what he needs.”

“And how do you know what he needs? Are you Harry?” Tom piped up, eyebrows raised at Sora’s subtle accusation.

“I don’t know what he needs, but I sure as hell know that you shouldn’t bring someone so painfully single on a double date!” Sora retaliated, her tone becoming sharper and more defensive.

As hilarious as the whole encounter was, watching Sora give Harry’s older brother a verbal beatdown, he knew that he should probably put an end to it before anything could escalate. It seemed Harrison and Nadia shared the same idea, as they all exchanged a look and came to a silent agreement that they had let Tom and Sora go at it for way too long.

The sound of feet pattering down the stairs was heard, and along with it an alluring melody. Sora sharply cut off the argument she was dominating Tom at, as she keened her senses to the voice coming from Paddy’s phone.

“Who are you talking to mate?” Sam questioned curiously, as faint hints of the song were heard through the now awkward silence.

Paddy had been upstairs talking to Y/N, an American exchange student he had met while exploring LAMDA. Paddy had decided he wanted to follow in Tom and Harrison in the acting department, and after he had graduated from the BRIT School, he immediately applied to Haz’s alma mater. (Harrison still had to thank Paddy for introducing him to Sora at a function that Tom had been unable to attend.)

“Oh...uh...Hamilton’s Instagram page is live right now. I was talking to my friend, but she had to go due to Hamilton rehearsals, so now I’m just watching them. This whole week is ensemble training. The current cast members are going to step down soon so they have to make sure the ensemble is ready to take over.” Paddy explained before exiting the stream and looking over at Sora.

“Oh Y/N says hi, and that you don’t have to pick her up. Aiyana is more than willing to.” Paddy relayed, but immediately narrowed his eyes at Sora’s mischievous smirk on her face. The younger boy sighed exasperatedly before asking the question he didn’t want the answer to.

“What are you planning?”

“It’s nothing! I’m just thinking that Harry should accompany me! Besides, I should introduce you to Y/N! She’s so fucking talented, that I’m still in shock that she hasn’t been discovered yet!” Sora exclaimed, shooting Harry a suggestive smirk.

At the immediate mention of Y/N, Elysia shot up from her position on Sam’s lap, which in turn, startled the man, and an immediate slur of sorry’s were exchanged. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Are we talking about the same Y/N? Y/N L/N right?”

Sora turned to Elysia and nodded enthusiastically. “The very one!” The American exclaimed before a look of confusion crossed her features. “Wait, how do you know Y/N?”

Elysia shyly giggled before recalling her first encounter with the unreserved female. “I believe it was Y/N’s first week in London and I met her at a theatre cast party. One of my cousins attends LAMDA, and is friends with her. Anyway, she invited me to the party, and it was so chaotic! I loved it. Y/N was teaching us some American party games, and then we started doing improv. Let me tell you, that girl is hilarious and I love her, and her energy.”

Harry cleared his throat, and finally, the attention was on him. “I mean, I’m down to go with you. What time are you supposed to pick her up?” He asked curiously, glancing at his phone for the time, which read 6:19 pm.

Sora also glanced at her phone before placing her attention on the youngest Holland. “Is she done now?”

Paddy unlocked his phone and glanced down at Hamilton’s Instagram page before nodding.

“Yeah. Looks like they just ended the stream. Mind if I tag along? Y/N/N forgot her winter coat in my car today, and the forecast claimed that it should be thirty degrees out.” Paddy responded before shrugging on his winter coat and boots.

Harry’s face melted into a concerned frown. “Who forgets their winter coat on one of the coldest nights of the year?” The boy stood up from his spot in one of the love seats, and shrugged on his winter coat, Sora following suit.

Paddy shrugged. “Y/N was in a rush to go. Today was the first day of dress rehearsals, and her hair wasn’t cooperating. When it finally did, she was extremely late, and almost didn’t make it inside the building in time.”

Sora shook her head. “Or maybe because she’s still not used to England weather? I mean Y/N, our other friend Aiyana, and I all grew up in Hawaii. All we know is the sun, sand, and ocean.”

“Ok, I just texted her. Y/N said to hurry because she’s waiting outside, and she swears she’s going to die of hypothermia. Oh! And she’s cool with coming back here if that’s what you were planning Sor.” Paddy piped in after typing something on his phone.

Harry and Paddy clambered into the car, with Sora in the driver’s seat. The car filled with gentle chatter, mainly from Harry asking a little more about Y/N, Paddy denying Harry a picture of what she looked like, and Sora cackling at Harry’s shocked expression of his younger brother denying him the ability to see what Y/N even looked like.

Around twenty minutes later, the trio had arrived outside Victoria Palace Theatre, and a figure came running at the car. Sora laughed as she unlocked the car, and Y/N threw her stuff in the boot/trunk of the car, slammed it shut, before running to open one of the doors, clambering in beside Harry, and slamming the door shut.

As soon as Y/N was buckled in, and Sora took off, back to the Holland-Osterfield-Barret residence, Harry turned to introduce himself before he felt all the air being sucked out of his lungs and body.

‘Holy shit,’ was all Harry could think when he saw the twenty-one-year-old. The young photographer was stunned into silence. Harry swore that Y/N was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. Nothing had taken his breath away quite like Y/N had.

In an attempt to recover, Harry flashed a sincere smile before waving shyly. “Uh. Hey. I’m Harry. Sora’s mentioned you a couple times.”

Y/N smiled brightly at Harry and giggled shyly. “I’m Y/N. I’m an exchange student, but looking to stay here full time, instead of immediately leaving right after my senior year.”

Harry’s head was swimming. All he could think was that he had met the literal definition of sunshine. Her smile was as bright as the sun, her giggle was as soft as a warm summer breeze, and her voice was ethereal. Not even five minutes into meeting the girl and he was already whipped. Harry swore that Y/N couldn’t be remotely human. She had to be a goddess. Maybe she was Apollo. A female incarnation of Apollo.

Harry nodded, returning a smile in kind. He could stare into her eyes forever. They exerted such a warmth, and only sitting next to her, Harry felt secure. Like he could tell Y/N anything without being judged. It was decided. She was his sunshine. His sunshine in the dark. God, he was so whipped.

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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So I have this theory that Steve and billy would take a long time to get to each other. They both have so much damage. They know they would be amazing but they also know they aren’t ready yet. So they go with their separate ways. They grow up, they get better. 10 years later they are both back home for a wedding (let’s say Dustin/Erica because I personally think they would be awesome. She would run his life and he would thank her for it) And S/B realize they are ready now. The timing is perfect

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“It looks good, buddy.”

Steve was sitting bored in the leather armchair. His hand was propping his chin as he stared at Dustin. He had tried out 18 suits and Steve was tired.

“I don’t know, Steve. I don’t think I like the blue.” It was his sixth navy suit. Steve wanted to bash his head in.

“I still maintain I like the first one.” Dustin took another look in the mirror before nodding.

“I’ll put the first one back on.” Steve groaned at the ceiling.

Steve was Dustin’s Best Man. They had kept in close contact even as Steve moved to Chicago, worked entry-level jobs until he went to college, studied, and became a special education teacher.

Dustin had recently graduated from MIT, was living in Indianapolis with Erica. He worked at an engineering lab, was designing already. Steve was very proud. The past few months he had driven to Indy every Friday and staying through the weekend, helping him with plans, the registry, and addressing invitations. He nearly shit when he wrote Billy Hargrove’s name and address.

“Okay, I think this is the one.” Dustin was back in the first one. Steve wanted to hit his head against the wall until he fucking died.

“Okay, so we’ve got me and your mom, and the Sinclairs, and Marnie, and Robin at Table 1. Table 2 is El and Mike and Will and Seth and Reggie and Max and Angie and Lucas, which, shouldn’t he sit at table one? Family and that. Table 3 is Nancy and Jonathan and Mrs. Byers and Hopper and-” Steve choked on the next name. “Billy? Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” Dustin looked up from the huge board they had been using to make the seating chart.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. You know he’s the love of my fucking life.” Steve was gawking at Dustin who rolled his eyes.

"He's not. You've just been gross and hung up on him for ten years, Steve. That's lame."

"We could've had something! We were getting close and I kept-"

"You were getting closer and you kept feeling electricity and then he died and then he was fine and then he ran away to California I know, Steve." Steve felt his face heat up He looked back at the seating chart. "Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting." He was totally pouting. "It's just, I haven't seen him in ten years. It's gonna be, what if he's moved on."

"He's not bringing a plus one."

"Maybe they couldn't come." Dustin rolled his eyes.

"Just fucking talk to him when you see him. Don't know why it has to be such a big deal."

"I can't talk to him, Dustin. what would I say?"

"Start with hi, Billy. And just see where it takes you."

"I just, it's been a while since I've dated and-"

"But it's time you moved on from Taylor. I told you that guys was bad news, and lo and fucking behold, he ends up sucking." Steve shifted uncomfortably. That relationship had ended over three years ago, ended with Steve spending two months on Robin's couch. He was still in therapy over it.

"Yeah, I know." Steve was talking to his arms, folding tightly over his chest.

"Buddy, I'm not trying to be an ass. Just saying. You're doing much better after that. And Max says Billy's really good. That he's got his life on track and is happy."

"Then he probably has someone. And he might not even be into guys!"

"Okay, then get over your lame self, and be his friend." Steve huffed. "But whatever you do, just help me finish this fucking seating chart."

Steve was fucking running.

He had been in charge of the rings, and he had, misplaced them.

Because of course he fucking did. Of course, he held onto them for weeks only to lose them on the day.

He was sweating through his white shirt in the Hawkins heat. Running from room to room in the upstairs of the old house. His parents kept the Hawkins house, just in case they were ever passing through. Steve doesn't think they've spent more than three hours in it since he was nineteen, but it gave him a free place to crash whenever he was in town.

He was tearing through rooms, anywhere he could've been these past few hours. He knows he had the rings when he put on his shirt, had them in his pocket when he realized he needed cufflinks.

He flew downstairs, rummaging through the drawer in his father's side of the bathroom, finding the rings exactly where he had stolen the cufflinks from. They were thin, gold bands. Erica's had a small diamond set into it. They were engraved on the inside, quotes for Star Wars, Dustin's holding Princess Leia's I love you, Erica's with Han Solo's I know. Steve had made fun of them endlessly when he had picked them up from the jeweler's.

"Steve, you're a fucking idiot and also a genius." He scrambled to his car, driving well over the speed limit to the venue, a historic house in the old part of Hawkins. It was grand and beautiful and much cooler than the summer air outside. Steve was so focused on delivering the rings he didn't notice the Camaro sitting out front, still in its pristine condition. He opened doors at random, getting screamed at by Erica's Maid of Honor, Marnie, when he burst into the wrong room. Marnie fucking hated Steve, and he didn't really know why. Apparently it had something to do with the engagement party. But, he got blackout fucking drunk at that thing, so he had no idea what she was so pissed about.

Well, now she was quite obviously pissed that he had slammed open the door to find her and Erica in robes, getting their makeup done. She threw a shoe at his head.

He was fucking sprinting down a hallway when he crashed right into a fucking wall, solid and steady. He was knocked back on his ass,

"Oh shit, sorry!" He looked up, finding Billy Hargrove staring down at him. "Steve fucking Harrington. As I live and breathe." Billy's hair was long, was wild and big. He was wearing a well-fitting suit, looked thick and muscled, more than he had in high school. Steve's mouth went fucking dry. Billy had his shirt unbuttoned to the bottom of his sternum, showing off a large chest piece, gorgeous flowers weaving around and through the scar on his chest. Steve could see it was healed, but still raised, pink and shiny in a few areas, the skin pulled and puckered where Billy had been stitched back together.

Billy extended a hand, a scarred tattooed hand, and heaved Steve off the floor.

"Hi, Billy." Billy grinned at him. It was softer than he remembered. "You look good."

"You seen yourself? You're still as pretty as I remember." Steve fucking giggled like a fucking schoolgirl. He had let his hair grow out some since high school. Some of the kids liked his long hair.

"What have you, what have you been up to?" Steve was overly aware of his arms. Was trying to find a way to hold himself that didn't look stupid.

"You know, California. USed my government hush money to go to culinary school. I'm a sous-chef now at a restaurant in L.A."

"Oh, wow. Congratulations. You've really, you've come a long way. You look, happy." Steve flushed a little more.

"What are you doin', Pretty Boy?" Steve's heart tripped over itself at the old nickname.

"I'm in Chicago, now. I teach special education at an elementary school. I'm actually, I'm in line to become head of the department when the current one, when she retires." Billy's eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile.

"That's so perfect for you. What made you choose special ed?"

"I went to college and learned I'm dyslexic." Billy barked a laugh, one Steve had never heard before, a fucking real one.

"You didn't know? I could've told you that!"

"I mean, I just thought I was fucking stupid, but once I learned what the problem was, the university gave me some resources to help. I was actually in the nursing program, but I kept thinking about how the university helped me so much, that getting a real diagnosis was fucking life-changing, not only for school, but just in the way I thought about myself. I don't want kids to grow up like I did, convinced that their literal disability is just, just stupidity." Steve met Billy's eyes, saw them glow with fondness.

"I'm so happy for you, Steve. I'm so proud you found such an amazing calling, you seem like you've come such a long way." Billy squeezed his upper arm, made Steve melt.

"Thank you, that, that really means a lot to m-"

"Steve! I have been looking for you for hours. Where have you been, Asshole?" Dustin was stomping down the hall

"Doesn't matter. I'm here, I've got the rings, I'm ready to go."

"Did you not have the rings?" Dustin looked like he was going to explode.

"I have them! See!" Steve pulled them out of his pocket, clinking them together. "All engraved with your nerd shit and ready." Billy was watching them, an amused look on his face.

"You are a nightmare and the worst best man in the history of-"

"Can you not be dramatic for one fucking da-"

"I'm allowed to be dramatic today, I'm getting marrie-"

"You're never allowed to be dramatic you little-"

"God, you two really are brothers. You fight like siblings." They both whipped to look at Billy, giving him the exact same pissed off-glare. Billy laughed at them.

"Look, I'll get outta y'all's hair." He clapped Steve on the shoulder. "It's good to see you, Stevie. Hope we can catch up more. Congrats, Dustin." He trotted down the hall. Dustin grinned at Steve.

"It's GOOD to see you, STEVIE. He's totally into you. It's exhausting being right all the time." Steve slapped his arm.

The ceremony was short and sweet.

Steve stood behind Dustin, handed him a tissue when he got all misty, took one for himself when he began tearing up. He noticed Billy sitting a few rows back, noticed how his eyes were always on Steve whenever Steve's trailed over to him. He was smiling softly at him, even fucking winked at Steve, made him go red and look away. Robin noticed something off about him, noticed the way he was flushed, raised her eyebrow for her spot in the first row with Claudia. He shook his head.

The cocktail hour took place outside in the oppressive heat as the large ballroom was altered from ceremony set-up, to dinner and dancing. Steve was overseeing the transition, as Dustin was extremely specific, and someone needed to deal with it.

"You've been weird all day." Robin knocked her shoulder into his. "It finally catching up to you that one of your kids is married?"

"Mike and El have been married for like, years."

"Yeah, but Dustin is your baby." Steve rolled his eyes.

"It really doesn't bug me. I just, Billy's here. We like, talked earlier. And he kept, lookin' at me." She sighed.

"You know what I've always said about Billy. When he was coming into Scoops like, every day and being all flirty. But just, be careful he's been through a lot and, I just don't want the whole Taylor situation to happen again." He shuffled his feet.

"It won't. He seemed, happy. Like he was all bright and was, was laughing, and I've never heard him laugh like that." Her eyes were soft.

"Just be careful, Dingus."

At dinner, Steve had to give his speech.

He was a wreck, had dropped his cards, and started fucking crying a couple different times. But he got laughs in all the right places, and Claudia had cried loudly so he was feeling pretty alright about it.

He had made a point not to look at Billy the whole time, couldn't fathom looking into his bright eyes as he talked. As dinner winded to a close, the bar opened, and the music began.

Dustin and Erica's first dance was so sweet, they had chosen At Last, the Etta James number that made Steve and Claudia tear up. Lucas took Erica out next, swapping with Mr. Sinclair as Claudia took Dustin.

And then the music devolved into upbeat dance numbers, kept everyone on their feet for hours.

Steve was taking a much-needed break. Nancy had worn him out during Rio, arguably the best Duran Duran dong to ever exist according to Steve.

"You're really tearing it up out there. Nice to see your taste hasn't changed at all." Billy was leaning against the bar, was nursing an amber-colored drink. Steve sipped his pink wine.

"I stand by Duran Duran." Billy laughed, leaning forward enough for Steve to feel his warmth.

"Your speech was nice."

"Thank you! I was so fucking nervous, you have no idea." It was easy talking to Billy. Felt like not a day had passed since they were sitting on the hood of Steve's car at the quarry together, throwing rocks into the water and passing a joint back and forth.

"I wanna know everything about from these past ten years." Steve took in a big breath.

"You pretty much know it all. Took me a good while to get my shit together and get through school, finding something I'm passionate about."

"But there has to be more. A lot can happen in ten years. You dating anyone?" Steve's heart lodged itself in his throat. He blinked down at his wine.

"Not right now. Last one was, uh, it really fucked me up." Billy's hand was so warm when he placed it on Steve's shoulder.

"I'm sorry I asked. You don't gotta explain." Steve blinked, shaking himself.

"Are you, are you with someone?" Billy chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair, through the wild curls Steve was obsessed with.

"Nah. Hard to find guys that don't get weirded out by the scars. I've got a whole lotta baggage."

"Sorry, guys?" Billy gave him an odd look.

"Yeah, Harrington. Guys. I'm gay. That a problem?" It was the closest Billy had looked to his old Hawkins self, puffing his chest up.

"No, that's not a problem. Just didn't know is all. I'm, uh, I'm bisexual." Billy's eyebrows shot up.

"No shit?"

"No shit." Billy smirked at him.

"You know I've always had a thing for you." Steve choked on his wine, coughing harshly as Billy laughed, thumping him on the back.

"Don't say that shit to me. I've had the biggest stupidest fucking crush on you since I was seventeen. That summer before everything when to shit, when we were, like, hanging out, I kept thinking something was gonna, was gonna happen." Billy's smile fell.

"I know. I'm sorry, Stevie. I just, I wasn't good back then. I was so fucking angry, about moving to Hawkins, and everything with my dad, and then getting possessed, I wouldn't've been good to you. And you deserve good, Stevie. You wouldn't have grown like you did if you were always trying to take care 'a me."

"Sometimes, the growing hurt, and I, I wish some of it hadn't have happened."

"I know how that feels, Pretty Boy. But the growing, sometimes it has to hurt. Everything that happened to me, everything with that thing, it made me who I am, and for the first time in my whole life, I really like who I am." Steve took a breath.

"You know, I never got the story from you. Why you actually moved to Hawkins. You'd say something different and ridiculous every time I asked." Billy looked down at his drink.

"My dad. He caught me with a boy in my room. He said, he told me living in the midwest would straighten me out. I think he thought either I play straight or I'd get hate crimed."

"I'm sorry, Bill." He smiled at him, just one side of his mouth ticking up.

"Honestly, Pretty Boy. Like I said, everything really happens for a reason. That's what I live by now, because all that horrible shit, it led me here, and I'm okay."

"Good for you, Bill. I really mean that. You've made such a great life for yourself." Billy pressed in closer to him, made Steve's breath catch.

"Thank you, Sweet Thing. That means a lot comin' from you." He leaned even further into Steve's space. "You wanna get outta here? I've got a nice hotel room." Steve felt warmth spread down his spine. He hooked a finger into one of Billy's belt loops.

"You know, I've always loved that car 'a yours. First time I saw you get out of it, kept thinking about getting fucked in that back seat." Billy groaned, his head falling onto Steve's shoulder.

"It's parked right outside." Steve leaned to Billy's ear.

"Race ya."

They ran, giggling like little kids all the way to Billy's vintage car. Billy fumbled with the keys, dropping them twice before Steve yanked open the door, diving in the back seat.

They were still giggling as they struggled outta their clothes, making out in between items. Steve flopped down once he was undressed, pulling Billy down on top of him, laughing as Billy knocked the wind out of him.

The giggles turned to moans when Billy latched onto his neck, sucking and biting. He finally put his hand in those curls, the other trailing down his back, ghosting over the scars there.

"I love all your tattoos. So gorgeous." Billy pressed kisses down his chest. He stopped at the large scar running from the inside of Steve's collarbone a few inches down his arm.

"What's this from?" Steve stiffened under him. He sat up, brushing some hair off of Steve's forehead.

"It's, it's from a surgery I had."

"What happened?" Steve pushed his hand away from the scar.

"Shattered my collarbone." Steve was sitting up, was tugging his pants back on.

"Shit, Stevie, I'm sorry. I won't, you don't have to talk about it." Steve huffed, flopping back into the seat.

"It's okay. It's just-" He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Billy tugged his own slacks back on. "The relationship I told you about. The last one I was in." BIlly's eyes went big. He took Steve's hand.

"Stevie, I'm sorry." Steve shook his head."How long were you two together?"

"A little over four years."

"Holy shit."

"I ended things over three years ago. Packed my shit and left when he was at work. Lived with Robin after that." He crossed his arms over his middle. "I should've known too. There were, there were so many red flags, but I didn't, I never really ever felt loved, and he told me that he loved me, and so I stayed. Through everything."

"Was he your first relationship since Nancy?"

"Like, full relationship. Once I moved to the city, I let myself go wild a little bit, fucked around with a lot of different people. I thought he was it for me, thought he was the one. We moved in together after about six months." Billy placed a hand on Steve's thigh.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I know how you feel. I know how painful it is to live like that."

"I know you do. And I'm, Robin and Dustin really helped me. They helped me find a support group for queer abuse survivors, and, and Robin drove me to therapies, and I'm so much better, but it's, especially the scar, it's a painful reminder." Billy leaned over, pressing a light kiss to the center of it.

"Stevie, I really like you. I'd like to do this properly. I want to take you on a date." Steve looked at him with wide eyes.

"You, really?"

"Yeah, Baby. Been gone on you since I was sixteen years old." Steve took Billy's face between each palm, kissed him softly, smiled into it, into how right it felt, these two broken boys, these two healed men finally finding one another again.

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creaturebloom · 6 years

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this is a 65 question ask meme and im the bitch that’s filling it all out at once to waste time

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? oh yeah definitely, but it’s usually the other way around where everyone else is real and i am not

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? idk like a 2.5 i guess

3. The person you would never want to meet? i mean. i don’t know ??? how can i know who i don’t want to meet until i have met them and decided they’re the worst

4. What is your favorite word? akimbo

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? i would WANT to be a weeping willow, but in all honesty i’d probably be a birch or some type of maple

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? i honestly cannot recall

7. What shirt are you wearing? a grey pajama shirt

8. What do you label yourself as? the skeleton god

9. Bright room or dark room? i mean if we’re talking the absolute brightest room vs the absolute darkest, i suppose i would pick brightest.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? for once i was actually asleep

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? god probably like 8 years old was good

12. Who told you they loved you last? my dad

13. Your worst enemy? it me

14. What is your current desktop picture? it’s a landscape in the style of like miyazaki movie backgrounds

15. Do you like someone? romantically ? no

16. The last song you listened to? poison vine - noah gundersen

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? just like physically destroy one person ???? idk man. like the consequences of this would probably be too far reaching for me to even fathom. do i get caught ?? does it spark paranoia worldwide ? a string of copy-cat murders ? could i live with myself knowing i killed a human being ?

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? nazis

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? idk like. the idea of a slave that has to do stuff for me for a day is kind of wild. if i can like, make a billionaire my slave and then force them to redistribute their wealth then i’d do that

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) my bones !! i can’t show them to you though, not yet

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? i guess the opposite of nonbinary is SUPER binary so i’d be like half man half woman and i’d look exactly like a halloween costume

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? no, all of my talents are pretty out in the open

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? one unique thing ??? i don’t think anyone really has unique fears. if you dig deep enough they all sort of boil down to the same few things in the end. i guess the most strange fear i have is that spiders will be in my slippers, and so i do not own or wear slippers.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. oh shit ok. idk all the ingredients but one time i ate a vegetarian bahn mi in chicago and it was like the most heavenly sandwich i’ve ever had. i want that again. endlessly.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? honestly at this very moment in time i would buy groceries, and also maybe a pad of watercolor paper

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? oof, leave immediately ??? that limits my choices bc i don’t have a passport. i guess i’d go to like. god idk oregon ? colorado ??? the pacific northwest somewhere.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? wait what am i supposed to figure out if i don’t drink booze ??? like if my plan was to sell it, i’d have to get a liquor license, and that’s a can of worms i don’t care to open. i think i would ask the angel if instead i can get a lifetime supply of, like, that good bahn mi sandwich i was talking about a few questions up.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? no nerds allowed

29. What is your favorite expletive? i’m pretty partial to fuck, but honesly yikes is what i say most often even though that’s not a swear word. petition to make yikes a swear word.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? hey so one time there was actually the threat of a fire in my house and despite all these questions no one does anything like that. i put on my shoes, grabbed my phone, sunglasses and water bottle because they were all immediately available as i was exiting the house. so as much as i’d love to grab my box of treasures and keepsakes, i absolutely would not and i know this about myself now.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? yikes. i can see the appeal of this for a lot of people, but for myself it’s just uhhh not feasible. i’d always wonder what i erased, and at some point i would uncover the truth. i wouldn’t like to live with that kind of mystery going on.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! oh thank god. i’m moving to a colder climate with universal healthcare.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? okay i would strike a deal here and let’s say i can bring back two pets instead of one person and in this case i would bring back rusty (family golden retriever), and also kohji (brother’s shepherd mix). i’d like to say i’d bring back my cat, but i have two cats now and i know my brother would really like his dog back.

34. What was your last dream about? i don’t really remember, tbh. i’ve been having a lot of weird dreams tho

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? yes i am a VERY good [something]

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? yes ! it was terrifying and i’d never like to do it again thanks

37. Have you ever built a snowman? no, somehow this was never presented to me as an option any time i’ve been around snow

38. What is the color of your socks? buddy i’ve not worn socks in months. but also generally they are striped with various colors.

39. What type of music do you like? gay stuff

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunrises

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? chocolate

42. What football team do you support? oh i sure don’t

43. Do you have any scars? yes, many

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? considering that i am no longer in school, the answer is that i want to do whatever i feel like doing at any given moment

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? i suppose i’d cure my mental illness (which i’m working on, so, this will happen)

46. Are you reliable? oh, no. no thanks. i absolutely am but i hate feeling obligated so i always choose to not put myself in situations where someone needs to rely on me for anything

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? i guess i’d ask if they’re happy

48. Do you hold grudges? i mean. i don’t forget things ........ but i am capable of forgiving people

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? nope ! i’ve seen movies, i know what horror that can cause

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? one time my sister and i were talking to our aunt, and we could not for the life of us figure out if she was trying to GIVE or SELL us some rabbit fur coats she had ......... it’s been over a decade and we still do not know which it was

51. Are you a good liar? yes

52. How long could you go without talking? several million years

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? sorry my hair is indestructible and because of the natural texture it looks great no matter what. i’m blessed and i know it.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? what kind of person doesn’t bake their own cake ????? rich people i guess

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? yes ! but not very well

56. What do you like on your toast? butter, and occasionally cinnamon sugar

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? some cool clouds

58. What would be you dream car? a honda prelude with the pop-up lights

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. i do sing in the shower sometimes, but not loudly

60. Do you believe in aliens? absolutely

61. Do you often read your horoscope? almost every day, but i do my full birth-chart horoscope so that it’s accurate, and not like horoscopes from the newspaper

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? n

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? i mean are they not the same thing. tell me a dinosaur and a dragon are not basically the same things.

64. What do you think about babies? yeah they’re alright. i never want to be in charge of one but i’m alright with them

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. i guess the most interesting thing i can think to ask myself is which tarot decks i have, and i will tell you. i have the prisma visions tarot (which is amazing), and also the shadowscapes deck (beautiful!), and also a deck of runes that i made myself with a sharpie on a pack of pepsi branded playing cards

#about mai #i guess this used up like thirty minutes of my time

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LIVING RENEGADE; [UNCHARTED]

A/N: I'm so mad with myself, lol. I basically had this entire chapter written out for months, and what did I do? I said, "Gee, I'll fix the end of this chapter later!" and then...I waited it out? Partially because I wanted to plan ahead, partially because I procrastinated and...that's about it, really. I hope you enjoy this chapter :) sorry for the long wait.

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Chapter 1: 12 Years Later...

Grace numbly unlocked the door to her apartment, carefully entering and closing the door behind her. She didn't want to wake up either of her roommates, if they were in the apartment at all. (Then again, they didn't stay out as late as Grace did.)

Grace was exhausted. She had stayed overtime at her job, longer than expected. She hadn't planned on doing it but...she did. She was going to regret it in a few hours.

Grace was too exhausted to make it to her bedroom, so she plopped herself on the couch, kicking her shoes off. She set her phone on the side table, making sure it was on the charger before laying down.

A lot has happened in Grace's life. Once upon a time, she was happy. She had a family. That changed when her father died when she was five years old. Things were good for a little while, and then her mother died as well. That's when it all fell apart, at least for a little while. As tragic as Grace's early beginnings may have been, she was at a better place now. She graduated school early and she was getting a good start in her career, whatever it may be. She also had a great relationship with her aunt and uncle, who she had dinner with at least once a week.

Grace was the happiest she could ever be. She knew the pain from her past was still there; deep down inside, but she had never felt any better. No negative influences, the right people guiding her...it was as if she was almost normal.

Almost.

There were days that Grace still felt down, and there was just something missing in her. She had accepted that she would never feel complete since she was about thirteen years old...but there was just something that was nagging her recently, and she couldn't figure out what it was. Grace had tried to talk to her family about it, but it was hard for her to bring it up. She has sure her relatives had noticed, but she couldn't be for certain. Hell, she wasn't even sure on what her own thoughts were.

"Maybe I'm just going crazy," is something that Grace found herself saying recently. She felt something was off...as if she was being watched. Who would want her, though? She was just a screw up. She was just an orphan. Just a Drake. Grace sighed.

"Sic Parvis Magna," she says quietly. She was about to fall asleep any minute now. "Greatness From Small Beginnings."

Growing up, whenever she was around her uncle, he would tell her that it was their family motto. They were the heirs of Sir Francis Drake, the man who had no heirs...with his wife, that is. She remembered for years how her uncle had the ring tied to a rope around his neck, as if it was a necklace, but it was lost a couple years ago. Grace couldn't tell anybody about that, however. Who would believe her? Half of the time she doubted that her uncle was telling the truth, but she tried not to argue against it. Grace had tried to ask her uncle about his past, about her father's past, but he didn't want to talk about it. All that Grace knew was that her father and brother were orphans and grew up Catholic. The apple didn't fall too far from the tree, Grace thought. The cycle had practically repeated with her.

Grace felt pain in her heart when she thought about her family. It hurt equally to think about either parent. She had watched her mother, her kind and beautiful mother, wilt away after her father died on his job. She found that she had been thinking about them more lately, specifically her father. The last time Grace had seen him was when she was five. She couldn't really remember him, yet simultaneously the memories she did have were very vivid to her. She remembered the little moments: him kissing her on her forehead, sitting in his lap as she begged him to tell more stories of his adventures...God she would give anything to have that back.

* * * * *

A loud ringing noise woke Grace up from her deep slumber. It took Grace a few seconds to register the noise, as she finally recognized after the third or fourth ring. It was her cellphone going off and judging by the ringtone, she knew exactly who it was.

Groaning, Grace rolled onto her stomach and picked up her phone, removing it from the charger. She stared at it for a full five seconds, studying the picture and the name "Uncle Nate". Grudgingly, she finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey kid, how's it going?" her uncle asked. Grace yawned, rubbing her eyes as she responded.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired. What's up?"

"I need your help," her uncle went straight to the point. His tone had changed, and Grace wasn't sure how she felt about it. He sounded serious, which didn't exactly soothe her.

"Why? What is it?" Grace asked, as she sat up on the couch, popping her back.

"Can you meet me at my office? It'll be better to explain it to you there," her uncle said. Grace's eyes narrowed.

"What office? Uncle Nate, what's going on?" Grace was suspicious. She wanted to trust her uncle, but she knew he wasn't telling her everything. Then someone popped in her mind. "Is Aunt Elena there?"

"No, but—"

"What are you doing? You're hiding something, I know you are."

"Grace, please! This is important. Someone's life is on the line and I need your help."

Grace went rigid. It felt as if her blood had stopped flowing. It had felt like time had stopped. Someone was in trouble? Oh, her uncle knew how to get her.

"Alright, fine," Grace caved in, as she found her shoes. "I'll be there in half an hour."

"Alright, meet me at the docks," her uncle said. "Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye," Grace responded before hanging up, tossing her phone back onto the table. She sighed again, looking around the apartment. She put her shoes back on, lacing them on as one of her roommates entered through the front door.

"Anybody here?"

"I am!" Grace called out, as she got up. She went into the kitchen area, opening some of the drawers to look for a writing utensil. Her roommate, who had just returned from her morning jog, had noticed that Grace was in a hurry.

"What are you doing?" her roommate asked. Grace gave up finding something as she shut the drawer, moving to grab her phone and her jacket.

"My uncle wants me to go see him. Says it's an emergency," Grace explained, sounding out of breath.

"Why, is everything okay?" her roommate asked as they followed her to the front door.

"I think so. I'll let you know what's going on. I'll probably come back in an hour or so."

Knowing they wouldn't get anything else out of Grace, her roommate nodded.

"Okay, have fu—" Grace shut the door behind her, cutting her roommate off. "Fun."

Grace arrived twenty minutes after she left her apartment. The sun was just beginning to rise. The young woman found that it was beautiful scenery. She always had a thing for the sunrise, especially at the docks.

"Grace?"

Grace turned around, seeing her uncle, instantly feeling relieved.

"Uncle Nate!" Grace responded, jogging up to her uncle, giving him a hug which he reciprocated. She pulled away from him. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"

The smile from her uncle's face faded. He looked tense, which was never good. The anxiety started to build back up in Grace again.

"Uncle Nate? What's going on?" Grace could hear how apprehensive she was.

"I think it would be better if I explained it to you inside," Nate said, as he gently grabbed his niece's arm and escorted her inside. Grace somewhat stumbled, as she was trying to refuse to go in the office.

"What do you mean? Uncle Nate, you better explain it to me right now, or I swear to God I—" Grace stopped in both, words and traverse as she noticed there was another man in the room. His back was facing Grace and her uncle, but Grace felt like she was about to explode. She did not know who this man was but yet...she knew exactly who he was. She was hoping, praying even, that she was wrong.

Nate had stopped in his tracks too. The mysterious man seemed to note the atmosphere, and he slowly turned around.

Oh, no.

Grace and the man stared at each other, both seemingly in shock. Even after all these years, they could recognize each other. The man was the one who spoke first, and that was when it was confirmed for Grace. She knew who he was.

"Gracie..."

"No," Grace swallowed thickly, feeling like her insides were being charred. "No. This isn't...you're not...no. No."

"Grace—"

"No!" Grace shouted, turning to face her uncle. "This was the big secret? This is what you couldn't tell me?"

"Grace, I—"

"No!" she shouted again. "I don't care what—what this is. I refuse."

She walked out. No, she stomped out.

Grace didn't venture out too far, just to the end of the pier.

Grace's brain was erupting. She felt too many emotions at once, remembering too much at once, and it just hurt. She wanted to scream; to cry, but she wouldn't. Instead, she stared out into the water with a taunt expression with tears threatening to escape.

To put it lightly, Grace was mad. She was mad at her uncle, her father, and herself.

There were footsteps behind her, but she made no sign of acknowledgement. She knew who it was.

"You look great, kid," he said.

"Fifteen years will do a lot," Grace quipped. She heard him chuckle as he stood right at her side.

"You and me both," he agreed.

Grace mustered up the courage to look at him. Although his appearance had altered rather drastically, Grace knew who he was. Samuel Drake, her father who was long dead, but not anymore. Grace could feel herself wanting to lash out but refused to do so. Keep yourself in check, she told herself.

"What happened? They said you were dead."

Her father sighed, deciding that he needed to light up a cigarette before answering her. Seeing him smoke made her itch for a cigarette, but she refrained herself from asking for one.

"That's what they wanted you to think," her father said, taking a long drag. "I did get shot, but they saved me. They wanted to see me rot after what had happened."

Grace couldn't help but gulp, as she balanced herself on the fence. "So...what happened?"

Her father didn't say anything.

"Dad—"

"I don't know if I should tell you," he admitted. She scowled at him.

"Why not?"

"Because..." he began, "because I'm afraid of how you'll react."

"You're afraid of how I'll react?" she repeated, disbelief in her tone. "Come on, you owe me this! I thought you were dead for the last fifteen years of my life, and now you're back? Do you have any idea what I'm feeling right now?" She paused. "Please. You owe me this. You owe my mother this."

Her father's expression softened at the mention of her mother. When Sam had found out that Diana had died, he was devastated to say the least. Then he had wondered if that's how she had felt when Nate told her that he had died.

"Tell me about yourself, first," her father said.

Grace looked up at him. "What?"

"Tell me about yourself, I want to hear all about you first," her father replied. "What did I miss the last fifteen years of my daughter's life? Nate told me you were a genius."

"Compared to him, maybe," Grace joked. She heard a soft laughter from her father.

"Come on, Grace, fill me in. I'll tell you whatever you want afterwards; promise."

Grace nodded slowly. "Alright. Where do you want me to begin?"

* * * * *

Grace told her father everything that she could. She didn't talk much of her mother, or her grandparents. When Grace had told her father how she had stayed with her grandparents for a few years, his jaw clenched. He did not like the thought of Grace of having to live with Mr. and Mrs. Davenport. Grace decided to not go into detail about them, just that she was a reckless kid and got kicked out when she was fifteen. Sam had mixed emotions about it, but he was glad that she had Nathan and his wife. If she had had no support by any other means, she would probably be dead.

Sam loved hearing all the things she did as a kid. She took ballet which at first, she hated. As time went on, she found peace in it. He couldn't help but laugh at some of her stories, which involved a lot of sneaking out of the house. She didn't always go into detail, but Sam felt like he knew what she did. After all, she was a Drake.

By the time Grace finished her stories, she found herself laughing with her dad. She felt a little bit more at ease, but soon her laughter died. She thought about one more thing.

"Do you know about mom?"

Sam's grin had also faded at this point. He nodded somberly.

"Yeah, I know," Sam began softly. "Nathan filled me in on some of it. I'm sorry you had to go through it alone."

The edge of Grace's mouth twitched. "It's fine. There was nothing you could do about it. I'm just sorry that she's not here to see you."

Grace's eyes started to water up. It didn't matter how long ago it was, she still missed her mom and seeing her father reopened something inside the young woman.

Sam wrapped his arms around his daughter, pulling her into a hug. Grace wrapped her arms around her dad, with tears escaping.

"I really missed you," Grace admitted.

"I missed you too, Gracie," Sam told her. He almost regretted the job he had done fifteen years ago. If he had known this would have been the outcome, there was a chance that he would have not gone. He hated to see his daughter in pain, despite her saying she was okay. He could always tell when his girls were unhappy. It made his heart clench just thinking about it.

Sam pulled away from his daughter, his hands falling onto her shoulders. He was about to ask Grace a question, but she beat him to it.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her tone somewhat cold. Sam sighed, knowing there was no way out of it.

"Alright," he began. "Do you know who Henry Avery is?"

Sam began to tell his daughter the story. He told her how, many years ago, he and his brother were looking for the pirate's treasure. They had paired up with a wealthy socialite, but things turned ugly and when the three tried to escape, Sam got wounded and was left behind. Grace said nothing of it, only staring at him as he continued the story. He had mentioned that he had escaped the prison with the help of the infamous drug lord, Hector Alcázar. Sam had mentioned how he had told Alcázar about the treasure, and how Alcázar had given him three months to find it. So...

"You need help," Grace realized.

Sam nodded.

"That's why you came back..."

Sam grimaced. He went to say something, but Grace had turned away from him and looked out in the water, her arms resting on the wooden rail.

"I came to see you, you know," Sam started, as he joined his daughter, who was still staring ahead. "You were my first thought when I was free. I thought about you every day."

Silence. Then...

"I thought about you every day, too," Grace admitted, barely turning to look at her father. "I missed you every day and when mom died...I was all alone."

"I know, and I am so sorry for that, Gracie. I really am," Sam told his daughter. It was the truth. If there was one thing he regretted the most, it was leaving his family behind. "But I'm here now...and I need your help."

Grace quirked an eyebrow, now fully turning to stare at her father. Her? Help him?

"How?" Grace asked.

"Gracie, you're easily the smartest person me or your uncle know," Sam started, his hands gripping onto the rail. "He told me stories. You told me stories. You're extremely smart for your age. If Diana told me anything, it's a lot like her brother's intelligence. He graduated at an early age, too, you know."

"I don't," Grace said. Her grandparents rarely talked about her deceased uncle. There were barely any photos of him in their house, as far as she knew. In the household, it was like Daniel Davenport never existed.

"Well, you do now," Sam faltered. "But don't doubt yourself, alright? I know a smart kid when I see one. Who can say that they were able to pull off all the shit you've done? No one, that's who."

Grace was having a hard time replying to her dad. Eventually, she settled on:

"What do you need help with?"

Grace had a feeling that she might regret it, but she was always willing to lend a helping hand. Especially if it was family. She would do anything for them. She watched as her father smiled.

"We are going to steal a cross from the Rossi Estate."

Sam passed a small piece of paper to his daughter, who studied the information on it.

"This is what you want? The Saint Dismas Cross?" Grace questioned, as he read the article.

"Nate and I went looking for a cross similar to this years ago, but it was hollow. Nothing was in it. However, the Rossi Estate is having an auction on this cross..."

"...still intact," the father and daughter said together. Sam's grin became wider, if possible. Grace looked up to him.

"It has what you're looking for," Grace concluded. "Sounds dangerous..."

Sam nodded.

"And it's at the Rossi Estate? Italy, right?"

"It is in Italy," Sam confirmed, but paused when he realized his daughter already knew. "How do you...?"

"When your family and their friends are active in this type of lifestyle, you pick up on a few things," Grace shrugged. "It's a pretty serious auction, though. This is black market stuff, right?"

"Yeah..." Sam fumbled on his words. Who taught his kid all of this?

"It sounds dangerous..."

"If you're uncomfortable, you don't—"

"...and fun," Grace finished off, cracking a smile that mirrored her father's. Sam clapped a hand on his daughter's back.

"You in?"

"Definitely."

“Hey, I just got off the phone. Sully says he’s in,” Nathan appeared behind the father and daughter, who both turned to look at him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Gracie, here, has decided to join the team,” Sam said with pride in his tone. Grace couldn’t help but feel giddy on the inside, both with her father and the fact that Sully was allegedly helping as well. Meanwhile, Nathan seemed surprised to hear the news.

“Are you that surprised, Uncle Nate? I mean, remember what happened in Yemen?”

“Don’t remind me,” Nathan groaned, rubbing his temple at the mere thought. He looked at Sam. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“No doubt in my mind, brother. Let’s get this started.”

* * * * * *

A/N: And there it is! I would have dived into more of Grace's childhood, but I have a feeling that more will be revealed at a later date ;) Which reminds me: when the gang gets to Scotland, should Grace join the brothers or should she stay back with Sully? I'm leaning more towards the latter, but I'm interested to hear in what you think. Also, when writing this story, I like to picture Sofia Carson as Grace and/or Diana. However, I cannot keep just one faceclaim as any of my characters (lol), so envision them however you want! I also have a playlist for Grace on Spotify. You can listen to it here. I’m adding more songs currently and hopefully, one day, I’ll be satisfied enough to publish the playlist I made for Diana, lol.

#uncharted #fanfiction #uncharted 4 #uncharted fanfiction #uncharted fanfic #uncharted oc #oc #original character #Nathan drake #Samuel drake #grace drake #sam drake #story: living renegade #author: mel #implied/references to child abuse #grace has depression #she also used to smoke back when she was a teen #smh #we'll dive more into her past as the story progresses

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