#she (my mom) locked herself in her room to throw a tantrum like a fucking ten year old 💀

[thatonebylershipper]

my mom is such a silly goose fr

#shes not actually she needs to figure her fucking shit out #i was having executive dysfunction issues and couldnt do ONE thing that she asked me to do since my brother didnt do it before he #left the house like he was supposed to #and so then i was supposed to do it apparently and since i couldnt she started yelling at me and my sister and crying #and playing the victim as always #saying that apparently i never help out around the house even tho i literally do stuff all the fucking time that no one asks me to do????? #anyway like dude i get that you have childhood trauma but you are a grown ass adult and it is your responsibility to work through that and #become a better person for your family #anyway im not upset about making her mad i really dont give a fuck #i mean i know my dad is gonna have something to say to me and my siblings when he gets home later but its the same words every time #so ill be fine #but i am pretty angry that she made my sister cry #she (my mom) locked herself in her room to throw a tantrum like a fucking ten year old 💀 #personal

[ashwhowrites]

hi shawty bae. may i request a little something where reader was in a horrible, abusive relationship before dating eddie. edward doesn’t know this and one day he reaches up to cup her cheek and be all cute but then she flinches and he’s all like wtf is she scared of me or something?? maybe some miscommunication and fighting. but then in the end he finds out and is groveling and shit. (i’m so sorry if this is too detailed omg 😭😭). i am a bit of a whore for angst to fluff fics. thank you! ps. i love your writing so much 🫶 you’re my primary angst to fluff provider fr.

Definitely. Hopefully this is what you were looking for

Thank you sm!

⚠️ talks of abuse

Eddie Munson had a temper, that was always easy to see. But he'd never harm a fly. Just small outbursts of words.

Y/N was a little nervous when she first began dating Eddie. His temper scared her just a little bit. She got out of an abusive relationship over a year ago and moved as far away from that asshole as she could.

She spent months running and somehow ran right into Eddie's arms. He caught her easily and their relationship began. He doesn't know about her past and she didn't want him to know. She didn't want his pity. She just wanted to be loved without him being cautious around her.

They sat on his couch, watching a movie as they shared popcorn. Hands bump into each other and laugh every time.

Her eyes were locked on the movie but his eyes were locked on her. Moving the bowl out of her lap, grabbing her hips and bringing her on his lap.

"what are you doing?" She giggled

He smiled softly, moving his hand fast to cup her cheek

She flinched instantly and backed her body away

Eddie watched with confused eyes as she crawled off his lap in seconds, hurling herself in the corner of the couch

"what was that?" Eddie questioned, looking over at her

"nothing. Sorry!" She squeaked. Shaking her head at herself. He wasn't going to do anything to her. He was just going to touch her cheek. Why did she have to overreact like that?

"nothing? I went to touch you and you flew across the fucking room" he scoffed.

He had a feeling he knew what it was about. He's known as the town freak, temper tantrums, and trailer trash. Everyone knew his dad was in jail for landing his hands on Eddie's mom. Did she believe he was like that?

"it's just...it's nothing. Look it's fine" she said weakly, moving herself back on his lap

He pushed her off, standing up. Ears hot as his temper rose.

"it's not fine. You agree with them don't you?" He snapped, staring down at her with a heated glare

"what? No Eddie look it's just..."

"JUST WHAT? I'M TRAILER TRASH?"

She flinched as he screamed

"what! No that's not what I was going to say!" She argued

"it's what you are thinking. You are just like the rest of the assholes in school. Think you are so much better than me"

"Eddie if I thought I was better than you why would I date you? I don't care if you live in a trailer" she scoffed.

"then why are you scared for me to touch you? You've done it before. You never let me get close to you or touch you. You think I'm like my dad or something? Don't want to be touched by a freak like me?"

"absolutely not! Eddie just stop and listen to me"

"no just forget it. I don't need this" he scoffed, slamming his bedroom door and locking it behind him

~~

She wasn't sure what she should do. Eddie has been avoiding her for days. She felt horrible. She didn't mean for him to think she thought so low of him. She was trying to get used to being touched in a gentle way.

Every time she tried to walk up to him he'd roll his eyes and walk away.

Were they broken up?

~~

"why are you avoiding your girlfriend?" Steve asked, his hands tapping on the counter as Eddie sat next to him

"she's not my girlfriend anymore" Eddie snapped. Throwing a ball in the air, catching it repeatedly

"what why?" Steve didn't expect that. Those two were smitten with each other.

"she thinks I'm a freak, trailer trash. Doesn't want to be touched by a loser like me whose dad beat women" Eddie said harshly. Squeezing the ball in his hands

"hold on, she said that?" Steve was shocked. That didn't sound like her at all. Steve knew her for years. He remembered when she moved to New York, when she came running back home because her ex abused her.

"well no, but she didn't need to. I'm not fucking stupid. She flinches whenever I touch her. Refused to even be close to me. I was stupid and thought she was different "

"Eddie shit man. You got it all wrong" Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face

"do I?" Eddie laughed with no humour

"look I shouldn't be the one telling you this, but she was in an abusive relationship before she came back here. She's still learning to allow herself to be touched. She flinches with everyone. She's learning Eddie" Steve broke down to him gently

Eddie felt every part of anger leave him. Replaced with sadness, guilt and regret

"she what?' he choked out. Already feeling his throat close up

"give her time to talk to you. Stop avoiding her Munson"

~~

Eddie felt like an asshole. He felt horrible, absolutely horrible. He lost his temper on his girlfriend, didn't let her explain herself and shut her out.

The flowers in his hands were getting crushed by how harsh he was holding them

Knocking on her door softly

He felt his eyes get wet when she opened the door. Looking at her beautiful and soft face. How could anyone ever lay a hand on her?

"oh Eddie? Come on in" she said quietly, opening the door

"these are for you" Eddie said quietly, handing her the flowers

"um why? Aren't you...like mad at me?" She squeaked out. Nervously chewing on her lip as she grabbed the flowers

"no. I never should have gotten mad in the first place. I didn't let you explain. And I think I should" Eddie didn't want her to know that he knew. Let her tell him on her own time

"I'm sorry" she choked out. Tears in her eyes, "I didn't want you to think I thought of you that way. I never thought of you like that"

Eddie choked back his own tears. Watching as she cried, hands clenching the flowers.

"you have no reason to be sorry. You did nothing wrong" Eddie reassured her. Feeling more like a dick that she felt like it was her fault

"can I....can I just hug you?" He asked, puppy eyes looking at her softly

She took a deep breath and a small nod. Eddie slowly walked towards her, he wrapped his arms around her. Feeling her body go stiff but allowing her time to accept it.

She slowly wrapped her arms around him. Nuzzling her face in his neck

"that's good" he said softly, holding her close. Heart warming as she melted into him

"I'm not good at being touched. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" she whispered in his neck. He could feel her tears running down her cheeks.

"shh. I hurt my own feelings by making shit up. Want to talk about it?" He asked, pulling away and looking down at her

She set down the flowers walking over to her couch. Eddie followed silently behind her. Sitting close but not touching her

"before I came back here, I lived in New York. I fell in love with a boy. He was sweet and amazing. He made me feel things I didn't know existed. Then I found him cheating on me" Eddie's stomach dropped as she cried harder. How could anyone cheat on her?

"so I confronted him. And he...he hit me. He apologized for it so we moved on from it. But then he kept cheating, and the hitting became a daily occurrence. I was scared to leave. I was scared to move a muscle. But I finally made it out. And I met you. And those feelings I had for him in the beginning were coming back, but for you. I never once believed and I still don't believe you'd ever hurt me. But my body sometimes acts on its own"

Eddie listened closely, nodding along as his heart broke more and more.

He reached out his hand, softly grabbing hers. She flinched but he didn't care. Holding her hand tightly as she allowed herself to get used to it.

"look at that. You did it" he praised, kissing her hand softly. Proud of her for not pulling away

"I'm sorry for being an idiot. I'm sorry for everything. I should have given you time and been more understanding. I would love to still be together but I completely understand if you want to break up"

She shook her head instantly, "no. I want to be with you" she said desperately. Moving her hands to touch his face softly

"we'll go slow. We'll work on this together. Just me and you" he said, moving in closer

She smiled, locking their lips together as they shared a small but tender kiss

"thank you" he whispered, kissing her cheek as he held her hand closer to his body.

Both came from pasts they wanted to erase

But a future they couldn't wait to create

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An Accident

Yeah... you may have seen this before, earlier this week when I accidentally posted it. Anyways, this is a part 2 of the Todoroki clan being obsessed with reader's hair. So, um enjoy.

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

Rei is obsessed with reader’s hair.

She’s taken such good care of it, and after years of hard work, your hair now reaches just around your butt. Your hair is healthy, thick, luscious, and cut into a smooth, U shape; of course all trims are done by Rei herself because she doesn't even trust professionals. And even though you’ve asked Rei on multiple occasions to cut it short, at least up to the middle of your back, she just wouldn’t, always saying that you’re being unreasonable. But you’re not; you’ve given her multiple valid reasons.

For example, Rei and Fuyumi do your hair themselves. And initially, they would let you choose whatever hairstyle you wanted, but now they pick one for you, saying they know which one will suit your outfit of the day better. Rei likes to do double buns, or ponytails tied with ribbons or just one high pony with a pretty big bow on the top of your head. Fuyumi on the other hand makes super intricate hairstyles, and while they look pretty, only you know how much pain your scalp is in. Fuyumi does your hair as if you’re her doll, yanking and twisting hard, saying that she needs to be this rough to achieve the distinctive braid patterns. Thankfully, Rei usually does your hair most of the time.

One of the main reasons you've begged Rei to let you cut your hair short is how much time she (and you) would safe. Since your hair is so long, it takes a lot of time for Rei to put in hair masks, serums, oils, etc. It takes even longer to wash and dry them out, and then style them as well. But she smiled oh so kindly, and told you that she doesn't mind. She looks forward to taking care of your hair, forcing you to sit between her legs for hours as she applies some expensive magic growth oil, ignoring how you didn't like this.

And even if your hair is curly naturally, like even 4C curly hair, Rei will have it straight as a stick in no time (don't bother telling her that you like it natural). But don't worry, its still quite voluminous.

Of course, Rei washes your hair herself, telling you that you’re simply not capable enough to manage it. (At least she lets you wash your body yourself.) And due to your hair being so long, it takes time to not only wash it, but also dry it. Rei will detangle using a wide tooth comb, starting from the bottom and working her way up. Then she’ll dry it with her cold breath, and if required, call Enji to dry your hair with his heat. You like it when Enji dries your hair, because he does it quickly and your hair becomes far smoother.

And its not just Rei and Fuyumi that are obsessed with your hair, the boys are just as fond of it as well. Enji likes to card his fingers through your hair while he’s working on some papers or listening to news, his warm hands always putting you to sleep in his lap. Its an adorable sight, gives him a sense of peace.

Shotou also likes to run his hands through your long hair, especially after a stressful day. The feeling of his fingers through your smooth, long locks, it calms him. And if he’s feeling extra stressed, then he might braid your hair loosely as well. He always wears a scrunchie on his wrist for you.

You wouldn't ever admit it, but you enjoy it when Natsuo played with your hair. Its like he can sense when you're having a headache. He'll have you sit on the floor while he takes a seat on your bed, and then his fingers will do their magic. He knows exactly where to put pressure on your scalp, and exactly how much force to use. His massages always relieve your migraines, and he always massages with expertise to ensure their is proper blood flow in your scalp.

While you are more than happy to let Natsuo touch your hair, you hate it when Dabi's around. If you didn't know better, you'd think he wants to rip your scalp off. He knows how much it annoys you, always pulling at your ponytails, tugging at your braids, even yanking it a few times when you ignore him. And you've complained to your family, but all of them say that "oh he's just playing around." Or "no, he just misses you. He's only teasing." And when you ask Dabi to stop it, he'll just smile and say "big brother privileges."

He's insufferable.

Everyone gets to play with your hair, but God forbid if you do. Oh no, apparently you'd "destroy it", as if you're not capable of managing your own hair. You're not allowed to open your ponytails because, quoting Rei, "you're yanking your hair. You're going to rip your follicles- baby, stop. Just let me do it." But you know that she does that because she wants to brush your hair with the soft, bristle brush before you go to bed. And somedays, Rei doesn't tie your hair in a bun or something, letting your hair fall, and it gets in your way, and even then you're still not allowed to put it up because "oh honey, your hair needs to breathe too. If you keep it in a pony, the band will leave a mark in it." Honestly, everyone finds it adorable when you're dressed in your little, fluffy skirt paired with a cozy oversized sweater, all mad and pouting, trying to blow the hair strands blocking your field of vision. Like a little baby.

While Rei looks at your hair and sees years of her hards work and patience, all you see is losing control over your own life. And you are. They decide everything for you, from the clothes you wear, the food you eat, and even things you should like and dislike. They choose when you should go out, what you should watch, when its time for bed. They disregard your opinions and feelings, and if you show that you're frustrated, then its means that you're just throwing a "tantrum", and you need to be put to bed like some cranky child. You've told them that they're too overbearing, but they always say that they just love you.

What kind of love is controlling?

They're so lost in their delusions, that they don't even see the deteriorating effects it has on you mentally.

Actually, one person did see them. Dabi.

He saw how much everything was overwhelming you, how you were near tears when they talked over you, made choices for you.

He felt a bit bad for you, just a tad. Mostly, he felt there was another opportunity to mess with you.

When Dabi came to bother you one night, tugging at your hair again, this time a bit harder than usual, he saw you were ready to cry. You didn't even bother saying anything to him anymore, just kept quiet and did your best not to cry. Of course, now he ridiculed you. Called you a little crybaby and used that annoying patronising tone with you. And just as he was about to leave, he said "if your hair bothers you so much, why don't you just cut it, you big baby?"

As if something had finally snapped in you, you let his words echo. Why don't I cut it? What's stopping me?

Was it because you had learned to just give in?

You didn't even realise you had walked to your bathroom until you were holding a pair of scissors. Which surprised you, because you weren't allowed to use scissors unsupervised. It was almost as if a sign from the universe motivating you to do it, and definitely not Dabi who left them on the sink.

Holding the pair of scissors in one hand and a chunk of your hair in the other, you hesitate for a second and wonder what will Rei do. But before you could stop yourself, you cut.

I'll cross that bridge when it comes.

You start low, maybe 2 inches above your hips. It looks okay, but maybe you could cut a little more. And a little more. And a little more. Before you know it, your hair is around shoulder length, in an uneven, chunky bob. Its not perfect, but somehow you feel much better. Like you’ve finally gotten some control back. Wiping your tears away, you ruffle your hair a bit, the cool air on your neck adding to the feeling of freedom. You feel normal, happier, peaceful. Things you haven't felt in years. And all because you had 3 am meltdown.

After you cleaned up the bathroom, you went back to bed, anxious how everyone will react in the morning. Maybe they won't care. You thought. Its only hair. My hair.

Everyone was waiting for you at breakfast the next morning, and to everyone’s surprise, Dabi had joined them as well. Rei was cooking up some eggs, while the kids chatted. Enji was suspicious of the mischievous glint in Dabi’s eyes, and it was filling him with unease. Just as he was about to question him, you walked in.

Everyone went silent.

Then Fuyumi let out an audible gasp, while Dabi chuckled darkly. Natsuo, Shotou and Enji looked at you with their mouths agape.

“Good morning.”you greeted them.

Rei, who was facing away from you, finally turned towards you. “Good mo-”Rei’s breath hitched, eyes blown wide, as the plate of bacon fell from her hands.

Its funny how everyone in the kitchen, including you, had the same thought at that moment.

What the fuck?

Taking a deep breath, you moved to sit in your usual spot between Fuyumi and Rei, but Shotou suddenly pulled you back and pushed you into the seat beside him. He knows his mother is in a better state mentally, but something tells him not to risk it. Fuyumi snapped next, quickly getting up and cleaning the mess on the floor while Enji pulled Rei, who was still staring at you in disbelief, to sit beside him. You remained indifferent to everyone’s stares, quietly eating your food. As soon as you were done, Shotou got up and quickly pulled you out of the room, Dabi following close behind.

They sat in your room as Shotou looked at your hair with worry. “Looking nice, doll.”Dabi chuckled as he plopped down on your bed beside you. “Thanks.” you mumbled. “Y/n how did- why did you- why did you cut your hair?” Shotou asked, still looking at your choppy hair. “Do you not like it?” you asked. “N-no I do. But what will mom say-” “Shotou, its my hair.” you snapped. “Yeah, Shotou.” Dabi mocked. Fuyumi and Natsuo soon joined you guys, worrisome looks on their faces. “Why did you cut it? Oh my god, do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” Fuyumi was freaking out. “Its my hair.” you rolled your eyes. They ignored you. “Okay, okay. Shotou why don't you stick around with Y/n for a couple of days? Fuyumi and dad will try to keep mom away from her.” Before Fuyumi could nod, you stood up. “No.”

Natsuo looked at you confused. “what do you mean “no”?”

“I mean no. I don't need Shotou to babysit me. I can handle myself.” Fuyumi walked towards you, reaching her hands for you but you backed away, “Y/n, sweetie-” You cut her off ,“Stop treating me like a child.”

Shotou spoke this time, “Its for your protection-” “Protection from who? Our mother? Why?”your words dared them to say the truth. To agree that Rei was unstable. They didn't say anything.

A few days had passed by and things were returning to normal. Almost normal. Rei still had this thousand yard stare when she looked at you, but she never said anything. Cutting your hair was the best decision you had made, because not is it only easy to manage, but it also got the family off your back. Rei doesn't wash your hair anymore(although you think she's just not over the shock), Fuyumi doesn't need to do your hair, they dry faster, and all of your brothers (including Dabi) doesn't mess around with them anymore. Enji was the first to adjust to your new cut, he even complimented you one day.

Did you feel guilty because you know how attached Rei was to your hair? A bit, but then realised that you needed this. You need some control over your life, and if this is how they react to your new cut, then maybe you could start taking back reigns over other aspects of your life as well.

You thought that maybe Rei had finally gotten over it a week later, when you were laying in the bathtub, enjoying the hot bath. When you heard her walk in, you were a bit startled. Why was she here- is she finally over it? "Um- hey." She smiled at you. "Why are you here?" She took the bath stool and sat behind the tub. "You know why." She replied and started rolling her sleeves up. Is she here to wash my hair? "Oh, are you here to wash my hair? I don't need help with that anymore now that they're short." Rei smiled again, this one looking forced, before dipping her hand in the tub. "No, silly." And with that, Rei froze the entire the tub in 2 seconds. The ice trapped your limbs, and reached up to your clavicle. The sudden change from hot to cold had you jolt, but you couldn't move due to the frozen ice. "Mom-!" You heard the buzzing sound of a trimmer and then felt Rei entangle her fingers in your hair to yank your head back. "I'm here to complete your haircut." You tried moving your head but her grip on your scalp was unrelenting. She started trimming the right side of your head, moving it slowly as to get every single hair. "Honestly, you should've come to me. I do agree that it'd be a good idea to start again." Tears fell from your eyes, your teeth chattered and you could feel your heart beat slow down as the cold seeped into your bones. "M-mom, I'm col-d. P-please s-stop..." Rei was done with one half of your head. "You know, I read somewhere that your grows thicker if you cut it. I'm sure that after I've shaved your head, your hair will grow even fuller. I've already gotten some new oils and hair masks! Maybe we could do them together." You couldn't hear anything besides the slowing of your own heart beating. Your breath had started to become shallow, you couldn't think about anything except for how painful ice could be. Your lips were turning blue, eyes were getting clouded with black spots, all sensation from your body was losing. Just before you lost consciousness, you heard the bathroom door open and a panicked yell.

You felt warm.

When you came to, your entire body felt warm and weighted, probably due to the heavy blanket spread on you.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in a dimly lit room. It was...your parents room. Why am I here? You turned your head to look around but your eyes stopped at the large figure sitting on a chair next to your bed.

"Dad?"

The figure's head snapped towards yours. "You're awake." He paused. "How- how are you feeling?" You moved the blanket off you, your body felt dense and ached. "Warm and...sore. What happened? Why am I in your bedroom?" Enji shifted in his seat. "I think its best if you stay here from now on, so that... your mother and I can look after you." Your eyes widened. "What? Why?" You moved to sit up but then a pain shot through your head. "Ah shit." You hissed in pain as you went to massage your temples but your hands halted at the feeling of your hair... or lack there of. You tried to run a finger through your choppy bob cut, but all you felt was your shaved head. Your eyes met Enji's, looking at him in disbelief as you recalled the events that had led up to this. "Darling-" You jumped off the bed and ran towards the vanity mirror, praying that this is just a nightmare. But as you looked at your reflection, you realised that this was the terrifying reality you were living in.

Tears dripped from your eyes as you took in your appearance. Trimmed- no, shaved pink hair. You couldn't see a single bit of hair above the roots, only a baby pink scalp. She had not only trimmed your hair first but then also proceeded to shave your scalp off. Your head looked like it had peach fuzz.

You couldn't bring yourself to look away, not even when Enji placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n-" He didn't even what to say. He was still in shock from what would've happened if Fuyumi hadn't yelled for him when Rei was-

Enji shook his head. Now's not the time. You're here and you're fine. You're fine. Enji pulled you towards him, burying your face in his chest as you cried. "You're fine." He repeated, more to himself than to you. "Why- why would she do this?" Your voice was muffled by his chest but he understood. He understood your pain and it tore him apart that he still wouldn't be able to help you.

Enji honestly didn't know what to tell you. He didn't know what words would bring you comfort. "It... it was an accident." His chest rumbled as he spoke. You pushed yourself away from him as you looked at him perplexed.

"What?" Your eyebrows raised, nostrils flared and blood rushed to your face. You were going to blow up.

"An accident? Is that what you said? Oh okay. Was it an accident when she froze the fucking tub? Did the trimmer accidentally fall from her hands to my head?! Oh and did she accidentally pull the razor over my head?!" Angry tears fell from your eyes but you were far too enraged to care.

Enji opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Turning around you saw her.

Rei was standing there with a tray of food and water. Her face turned to shock before turning to happiness. She set the tray on a nearby table before she rushed towards you, her hands reaching for your face.

"Angel, you're awake-" you pushed her hands away roughly as you backed away from her.

"Dont you dare touch me."

The couple, they had never heard your voice such hostility. It wasn't like you. Rei shook her head as she tried to reach for you again, taking another step in your direction. But you smacked her hands away again. "I said don't touch me!" Your yelling had got your siblings to rush in the room, wanting to see what the commotion was about.

Rei's eyes shifted from you to Enji, looking at him for help, before they returned back to you. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Y/n, darling. What's wrong?" You scoffed at her soft tone that tried to quell the storm of negative emotions bubbling inside you. "What's wrong? What's wrong? I don't know, you tell me, Rei. Why the fuck am I bald?!" Your head was pounding with rage, raw unbridled anger.

When Rei didn't say anything, Fuyumi stepped forward to help her out. "Y/n its-"

"Shut up."

Fuyumi's- everyone's eyes widened. Of everyone, you never even rose your voice at your favourite sibling. But to hear your voice turn so cold towards her, it shocked everyone. "Y-Y/n-" she tried again but you cut her off. "I said shut up. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Rei and she'll answer for herself."

Enji placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back slightly. "Have some respect. She's your mother-" You yanked your shoulder away from his grip. "No, she's not!" You inhaled deeply, trying to stabilise your voice. "No, she's not. You're not my dad. I'm not a part of this family. And I'm so sick of playing this game."

Dabi's eyes narrowed. "Stop being an ungrateful brat. You've been given all the luxuries one could only imagine, spoiled to no end-" You laughed. "Did I ask for anything?" "You never had t-" "And all these luxuries that you're talking about, I didn't get them for free. I had to give up a lot. No, wait-" you laughed again, tears blurring your vision. "I didn't give up anything. You all took it. Yeah, all of you snatched everything away from me. My family, my friends, my privacy, my sanity, everything. And you-" you moved towards Rei, pointing a finger at her. "You have been the most greedy one of them all."

Rei's jaw fell open, as she shook her head. "No-" You shook your head.

"Yes! I gave you everything. I let you dress me up in those god awful clothes, feed me whatever you wanted, stick to your side like glue because you don't like it when I was out of your sight for a more than a few minutes. For fucks sake, I didn't even go to college this year because you weren't ready to see me become an adult!" You ran a frustrated hand through your hair. "I played into your sick little fantasy. I let you treat me like a child, talk to me like I'm some helpless baby. I let you touch me even though it disgusted me to no end. I never even complained when you gave me ice burns because I was throwing a tantrum." You looked at the rest of your family, and they were shocked to hear that last bit. You smiled cruelly at them. "Yeah, you didn't know that did you?"

Rei was crying herself by now, as she reached out for you once again but you moved away. "I let you have everything. All I wanted was this little bit of freedom, for my own sanity. But you couldn't stomach that could you?" Your head hung low, your tears hitting the floor.

"Why do you have to be so selfish?"

Your voice held so much pain and defeat. Rei couldn't help but engulf you in her arms, wrapping herself around you tightly before you could even protest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried out. "I- I promise I'll fix this! Yes. I-I've already gotten you some new hair oils! They say that they'll help you grow 6 inches in a month! Oh and Natsuo also brought some stuff for hair growth! Some vitamins and- Natsuo whats that spray called? Minoxy? Mi-minoxidil! Yes! He said that'll help you grow your hair in no time! Doesn't that sound nice? You'll have long hair like before!" Rei pushed back to look at you. You couldn't believe it.

"Are you- are you really that delusional?" Your voice was so soft, almost like you would break any moment now. "Are you so blind to see what you're doing to me?" Your eyes held so much pain and confusion. "Sweetie, don't worry- mommy will take such good care-" You pushed Rei away from you, your anger rolling back in full speed. "YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" You shrieked. "Y/n-" Shotou tried to interject. "I'm not a part of your fucking family."

Enji stepped towards you. "Calm down."

You looked at him. "You said that what happened was an accident. What will you do if another one happens? And you're not around this time to save me? Hmm? What will you do? Continue playing house with my dead body?!"

Rei's sobs shook her body. "Shut up. Think before you say stupid shit like that." Dabi spoke this time, moving to stand between you and his mother. "Or what? You're going to hurt me? More the reason why all of you, but especially you-" you pointed at Rei "deserve to be in that nuthouse-!"

You were on the floor before you could even process what had happened. Had you- had you fallen? But when the searing pain of the burn on your cheek came alive and you looked at his hand that had erupted in blue flames, you realised what had happened.

Dabi slapped you.

"Y/n!"

Your cheek felt like someone had placed a hot iron on it, the sting spreading to your entire cheek, but you were far too shocked to care about the pain.

Dabi slapped me.

Shotou, Natsuo and Fuyumi quickly rushed to your side, picking you up and out of the room, while Dabi stood there in stunned as his own hand throbbed. The image of his handprint branded on your scared face wasn't going to leave his mind anytime soon.

Enji hesitated, looking at his wife and son in disbelief, before leaving the room to look for you.

Rei walked towards Dabi and smacked his arm. "What did you do?!" She yelled at him. He opened his mouth to explain but nothing came out.

"She's your little sister, Touya! W-why would you do that?!" Rei scolded him.

He hurt you. Like Enji hurt Rei.

He hurt you.

Rei sighed before closing her eyes and engulfing Dabi in her arms. "Its okay. Its not your fault." She rubbed his back soothingly. "It was an accident, wasn't it?"

Dabi wrapped his arms around his mother, burying his face in her neck, before nodding.

"Yes. It was an accident."

So... how was it?

#yandere bnha #yandere dabi #yandere endeavor #yandere dabi x reader #yandere mha #yandere todoroki family #yandere todoroki clan #yandere enji todoroki #yandere rei todoroki #yandere natsuo todoroki #yandere fuyumi todoroki #yandere touya todoroki #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #platonic enji todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki

[julemmaes]

Oksy so don’t feel like you have to do this but nesta and the kids go out grocery shopping and they bump into THOMAS FUCKING MANDARY and Nesta gets super overwhelmed but she’s got the kids and shit so she pretends she’s fine

But later cass comes home and the kids tell him what happens.

(and maybe they have a talk on important stuff about being with someone who loves you and if someone hurts you they don’t love you and it’s beautiful Idk)

Loving And Caring

Nessian modern au set in the The Seven Of Us universe (masterlist)

acotar next gen fan fiction

A/N: This is the reason I’m gonna fail my English exam, so please enjoy:)

The children’s ages: Ezra is 11, Cal is 6, Nora is 3 and Celia is 2. Andra is kinda not born yet.

DON’T COME FOR ME FOR BEING SLOW AS FUCK OR FOR WRITING SUCH ANGSTY PROMPTS. I HAVE 70+ IN MY ASKS BOX AND THEY’RE ALL SO ANSGTY

Word count: 8,185

"I want it!"

"I don't-"

"No, I want this!"

"I said I wanted it first."

"You did not!"

"Mom!"

Nesta Archeron had been called many things in her life. Daughter first. Then sister and friend, woman. She had been appreciated by all the professors she had had the honor of meeting during her studies, who had called her the best in her classes. She had finally found someone who had sincerely called her love and then wife, and she would not give up that last acquired, very important title of mom for anything in the world, but-

Right then she just wanted to strap her kids to the cart and run.

Walking down the cereal aisle, she ran a hand over her swollen, ready-to-burst belly, realizing that she would have to trip and fall on her bump if she wanted to end the problem for good. The baby girl, for whom they still hadn't chosen a name, would be born in a few weeks, and if she didn't get rid of her, too, she would never find peace.

She giggled - or at least she thought she did - at those morbid, disturbing thoughts for which many people would surely have her locked up in a mental hospital, if they found out how often she admitted to wanting to abandon her children.

It had been such a tiring day. She had been home from work for a couple of months now, this fifth pregnancy was breaking her down physically and mentally. She was at the end, in her eighth month, but she would much rather have the last baby out and inside the cart with her sisters by now.

Celia and Nora were babbling something in their imperfect language, and Nesta's heart clenched for her little men at the thought that they would be outnumbered in a few weeks. She and Cassian had experienced that feeling only three years before, and yet she still hadn't forgotten the terror she had felt at the idea of her children turning against them.

They had created a small army.

Casting a quick glance at Ezra who was sneaking something into the cart, she huffed. If the others noticed that he had put a package of junk food in the basket, that would be the end of it.

Moments later, in fact, Cal was looking at the colored bag in the still empty cart with suspicious eyes, and Nesta wasn't going to wait for the fight over who could buy the most junk food that day to begin.

"Ezra, put the snacks back," she said rubbing her hands over her eyes.

Celia mumbled something as she sat inside the cart, and Nora, silently settled next to her, nodded, as if she understood what the other was talking about. It shouldn't have shocked her, but Nesta never ceased to be amazed by that way of communicating that only the two of them understood.

Ezra's icy eyes turned sad when he looked at her and he pouted, "But mom I need them for snacks for school."

Cal looked at him with a furrowed brow, "No you don't. I need them." then he turned to Nesta, "But I don't like these, can I have those?" he asked with a bright smile pointing across the aisle with a wave of his arm.

She leaned forward, sighing and not answering him. Nora looked up at her and reached out her hands toward her mom, letting her know she wanted to be held, but Nesta was aching.

Cal and Ezra hadn't stopped bickering for half a second, and Celia had cried all day because she wanted her dada. Nora had stayed in Nesta's arms the entire walk to the grocery store, and one way or another she knew she would have to carry her all the way back home as well, despite the unbearable back pain. It was less than two kilometers, but with a pregnancy running out and only one hand to restrain any possible child who threatened to throw themselves under the cars whizzing by, it became more mental work than physical.

When Nesta smiled lovingly at her, trying to make her understand that she couldn't hold her right then, Cal burst into tears.

Her daughters' little heads snapped up at their brother, and Nesta cursed herself for deciding to do something as stupid as taking her four young children to the grocery store on an evening when they were all visibly on edge and stressed.

"Dear, what happened?" she asked without even an ounce of concern in her voice. She knew full well that it was just a tantrum. She got confirmation of that when Ezra replied in a whiny tone that they couldn't both buy snacks, or they wouldn't know how to carry them home. At that point Cal's cry became a proper scream and Nesta had to close her eyes to avoid the judgmental stares of the people passing by.

She brought her hands to her temples, massaging her forehead in circular motions, and when she thought she could handle it without throwing up on each of her children, she leaned against the cart, circling around Ezra and crouching with no small amount of difficulty in front of Cal. One hand on her back and the other still clinging to the cart, she grunted as she put one knee on the ground. She felt Nora's little hand rest on hers as she began to speak, "Listen kiddo, we're all very tired and now your brother is going to put his snacks down too," she explained, giving Ezra an inquisitive look over her shoulder. The eldest son rolled his eyes, but he had Celia hand him the package and snortingly put it back. Cal sobbed, sniffling, and Nesta laid a hand on his shoulder, massaging his arm. "How about we read a book together tonight before bed?"

The boy's face scrunched up in a grimace of sadness, "But I want snacks." he sobbed louder. Nesta bit her lip, knowing full well that the fat tears on his cheeks weren't really for the snacks and that she couldn't give in and let them all buy something or she'd end up with two bags full of junk food to carry.

Cal hadn't slept that afternoon, as had everyone else, because of Celia's endless crying, and she hadn't wanted to take her afternoon nap until it was too late and Nora and Cal had gotten out of bed to go play in their rooms. At that point Nesta had been forced to let Celia go, but she knew that had meant agreeing to spend an evening with frustrated and not-rested children.

She was about to respond when a couple of older ladies walked by them, casting an annoyed look at Cal. Nesta would have liked to respond with an ugly hand gesture, but she couldn't do it in front of her children.

In that moment of distraction she hadn't realized that Celia had also started calling her and now, casting a quick glance at her daughter, she felt a very bad feeling sink into her stomach at the sight of the little girl's tear-filled eyes.

She looked at Ezra, taking a deep breath, and noticed that even the oldest of her children seemed bothered by the course of action Nesta had taken. She felt tremendous guilt at seeing that the only one of her children who didn't seem disappointed or angry with her was Nora.

It all got worse when one of the two ladies who had just passed her said loud enough so she could hear her, "I don't understand why some people don't stop with their first child. It's obvious she can't even handle one, listen to her screaming."

Nesta felt the emotion grow in her throat.

"When someone isn't born to be a parent, it shows immediately. She's one of those awful mothers who doesn't know how to take care of her children." the other added.

Nesta caught her breath, fixing her gaze in Cal's. Celia was crying by now, spluttering to be picked up as she tried to keep her balance inside the cart.

She wasn't going to answer. She wasn't going to answer.

"Let's go home." she whispered suddenly, laying a hand on the small of her back and pulling herself up with a tremendous effort, a twinge of pain went through her legs and back, "Cal, dear, we'll buy the snacks another time, for now we'll just take the bread and milk, tomorrow come back with daddy and take whatever you want, okay?" she spoke quickly, in a high, steady voice so that all four of them could hear her. She just hoped they didn't hear how desperately she was trying not to burst into tears over what the ladies had just said.

Cal nodded, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt and immediately stopping crying. Ezra looked thoughtful, but he too had stopped pouting. The only one who still looked upset was Celia, who followed her by walking inside the cart, moving where she stood.

Seeing the little girl's red face and dripping nose, arms outstretched toward her, Nesta heard only the words "awful mother" repeated in her mind.

With a knot in her throat and a cry that she was sure would break free as soon as she stepped into the house, Nesta pushed forward, bumping the cart with her belly as she picked up Celia and placed her on her side. The little girl immediately stopped crying, resting her head on her mother's shoulder and cupping her tiny hand over her shirt.

Now, beyond the emotional wound that had just been inflicted on her, Nesta could feel the pain in her back growing with every step she took. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop a sob that threatened to break that composed attitude she had.

Everything hurt so bad.

Cal was running in front of them all, stomping his feet on the ground and making the little lights on his shoes glow. Ezra was walking beside her, one hand on the edge of the cart as he mouthed off to Nora, but he had to stop when Nesta froze in the middle of the aisle, taking an abrupt breath. She brought a hand to her belly, feeling the baby move and kick, only adding to the pain.

"Ezra, love," she breathed, stepping aside and holding Celia against her side, then asked between her teeth as the baby continued her assault inside her, "could you push the cart?"

He nodded, his face lighting up as if she had asked him to take control of a ship.

Celia began to squirm on her side and Nesta had the urge to drop her, not voluntarily, but it all hurt so much that her body was begging her to sit up, to take all that unnecessary weight off her arms.

At the idea that she would have to walk home she felt her eyes grow heavy with tears.

She put Celia back in the cart, breathing a sigh of relief as some of the pain eased in her lower back. Nora was now standing and smiling at Ezra, who was struggling to see where he was going past his sister.

Nesta looked up just as Cal hopped out of the aisle and fell to the ground, crashing into someone's cart. Or rather, as someone ran over him with their cart and slamming him to the ground.

She didn't even think about it as she started walking as fast as her body would allow towards her son, leaving the other three behind. By the time she reached him, Cal was standing there laughing in amusement and was running his hands over his pants to get the dust off his palms. Once she made sure he wasn't hurt, she was ready to yell at whoever had dropped her son, ready to take out all her frustration and doubts on the stranger, when she heard a voice that sent chills down her spine.

"Nesta Archeron?"

She moved her head so fast she was surprised she hadn't snapped her neck, but her brain didn't have time to process the pain the jolt had caused her, because there standing before her was Tomas Mandray.

She couldn't believe it.

Any thought of yelling at the stranger vanished like an echo in her mind.

How was it possible that he was there?

"Is it really you?" he asked her with wide eyes and an incredulous smile on his face. He circled the cart, shifting his gaze to Cal, and Nesta felt the overwhelming instinct to grab her son and hide him behind her. When Tomas reached out a hand toward him, ruffling his hair, she felt vomit rise in her throat. They had to get out of that place immediately. "I can't believe it." he voiced her thoughts, "Is this yours?" he asked looking into her eyes again.

This... he was talking about Cal.

She couldn't find the words and continued to stare at the man in front of her with wide eyes - scared eyes, if you knew Nesta, if you knew where to look. And Tomas knew it. Tomas had always known it.

She heard Ezra reach them, and then something slammed into her side. She didn't need to lower her head to catch a glimpse of Nora's little pigtails of black hair or hear Celia's amused giggle.

Tomas snorted a laugh out of his nose, crossing his arms over his chest, "Are they all yours?" then moved his gaze to her belly to bring it back up to her breasts and Nesta wanted to say something to him, to insult him, to hit him, to take him away from her children, but she felt her heart pounding in her throat and the air couldn't reach her lungs.

That tone-

That tone wasn't of someone who was happy to hear that you'd made a new life for yourself after they'd managed to destroy you completely. It wasn't the tone of an old friend who you hadn't seen in years and who you're about to agree to hang out with and tell them about everything that happened in your lives.

No, it was the tone he had used every day, every hour, when he needed to belittle her, when he needed to make her feel insignificant, worthless.

"Mom?"

Nesta turned her head so slowly toward her son, blinking, that she must have seemed like another person entirely. No longer the proud, strong woman she'd shown everyone for years on that side. Ezra had one eyebrow arched, as if wondering what was going on, and was clasping hands with a jumping Celia.

She didn't have the energy to turn around, to look at the man who had pushed her to the bottom of the barrel and destroyed her, but she managed to throw out a weak, "Kids we have to go, we're not taking anything." then turning to Cal, she took his arm, pulling him towards his siblings, "Let's go."

She felt Tomas' eyes creeping over her like slimy hands. She could still remember the last time he'd touched her, when she'd gone over the edge, offering herself to him to avoid yet another fight or worse.

For that, when his true hand tightened around her wrist, pulling her slightly to let her stay there, she flinched.

"Nesta."

She spun around, bringing her free hand to her belly for protection. When the little girl inside her kicked again, making her groan through her teeth in pain, Tomas smiled in a way that made Nesta hope she was anywhere but there.

"Is she kicking?"

And then it all happened quickly. She couldn't move, couldn't pull away, as the grip on her wrist tightened and Tomas pulled her closer to him and placed his other hand on her stomach, next to hers. A soundless sob escaped her control and her breath labored as she felt his fingers move over her shirt.

She was going to throw up.

She gave a tug so hard that the twinge of pain started at her wrist and reached her elbow, but she was free. She smacked the hand on her, taking several steps back and bringing Cal with her. She had started pushing the front of the cart, trying to position it in the direction they had come from.

She met Ezra's gaze for a moment, before her son's eyes slipped behind her, on Tomas' figure.

"Ezra." she called to him in a firm voice. Four pairs of eyes snapped in his direction. That was the tone of a tired mother issuing orders to her children at the end of the day, "Eyes on me."

She didn't want anything of Tomas's to come into contact with her children. She didn't want him to contaminate them the way he had contaminated her.

She lifted Cal off the ground and the child quietly let her pick him up without too much of a fuss. She didn't feel the strain at all as she pulled him high enough to put him in the cart with the girls. Looking at her oldest, she hoped she could secure him like she was doing with the other three, but he was too big to fit in the cart himself.

Before she could tell him to follow her without saying a word, Tomas spoke again.

"What a beautiful name, Ezra," she felt the venom bind each letter.

Ezra was about to turn around, probably to thank him, as she and Cassian had taught him, but Nesta squeezed his shoulder, "Keep looking ahead and walking, I don't want you talking to him."

"Always so fucking obnoxious," Tomas spat at that point.

Nesta froze in her tracks. She could feel him following them as he tortured her. Ezra froze beside her, tugging at her sleeve to get her attention.

Always so obnoxious. You're useless, worthless. I'm the only person who will ever be able to put up with your bullshit. You'll never find anyone else.

She felt the panic rise, the agitation for one of her children to realize how uncomfortable she was at that moment. She closed and opened her hands on the cart's handlebars, hoping to relieve some of that tension.

"I'm amazed to see you with so many children," he continued, creeping up beside her and stopping in front of her cart, blocking her way with his. She looked up at him, feeling the air scratch at her throat. He had aged, she could see it in the features around his eyes, his mouth - he had aged and yet still had the same look. "I didn't think you'd ever date again after I left you."

I left you. She wanted to tell him. I had the courage to leave.

She didn't answer him, straightening her back.

Tomas smirked, lowering his gaze to her daughters and his smile widened even more.

"Don't look at them," she snapped, still maintaining her composure.

The man looked up at her one more time, "They'll be just as pretty as their mother when they grow up." then looked at Cal and Ezra, sliding a finger over the edge of his cart. "Who's the father?"

"Dada." muttered Celia, flapping her little hands.

Nesta wanted to recoil at the sound. She didn't want Tomas to hear her talk, didn't want him to watch them. She didn't want them breathing his same air.

"It's none of your business and now move over," she whispered to him. All she could think about was the fact that she had to get her children out of there as soon as possible. Therefore, when he didn't move an inch, she added. "Please."

Tomas laughed. He laughed, leaning his head back and clutching his hand around the mesh of her cart. "Nessie Nessie," he clicked his tongue on his palate, a remnant of laughter in the tone of his voice that made the woman's gut tangle, "I haven't seen you in so long. I want to know everything."

"Please." she repeated, as her eyes filled with tears. His own widened slightly, surprised to see such a reaction in her. She didn't care if he saw her weak, she didn't care if she had to get down on her knees. He was keeping them trapped, and Nesta knew he wouldn't let them leave until he squeezed even the last drop of sanity out of her.

If Ezra still realized what was going on, she didn't know, and it scared her even more. Cal was looking at her and looked worried, probably having never seen her so shaken in her life.

She was about to beg him a third time. Beg him to free her from whatever that game was that they were stuck in at that moment, but someone said her name. Ezra looked behind them and Nesta saw the shadow of a smile on his face, prompting her to turn around in turn. A choked sound escaped her throat as she bit her upper lip to keep from bursting into tears, and a wave of gratitude washed over her.

"Miss Archeron," the man smiled at her. Drakon Cretea had been Nesta and Cassian's neighbor for years now. He and his wife Myriam had babysat their children so many times that they were their go-to people. In fact, Celia and Nora had snapped to their feet at the sound of the voice of the acquired grandfather they loved so much.

Nesta didn't waste a moment turning the cart so that it faced Drakon. The children, Ezra included, began to cheer happily at having met a familiar face, and Nesta allowed herself to look over her shoulder.

With such relief that she thought she might collapse to the ground, she saw that Tomas was already pulling away, and as he turned the corner, pulling into another aisle, she took a deep breath through her nose, closing her eyes.

She had made it.

***

Cassian was exhausted.

He had spent the entire day grading exams for first-year students with his aide, and it was as if he could see the letters behind his eyelids every time he blinked. It was much more feasible to work in the university library, where he didn't risk being interrupted by a child every five minutes, but he only tried to do it once or twice a month during exam sessions, knowing full well how exhausting it was for Nesta to keep up with all the children together until late in the evening, especially now that Andra was about to arrive.

"Andra." he murmured into the silence of his car. Nesta kept telling him that they weren't sure that would be the name of their fifth child, but Cassian didn't care. He just needed to name his wife's belly when talking to his daughter.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he turned off the car in the driveway and stepped out, stretching his arms up just enough to make his back crack.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he huffed. It was too late for his girls to still be awake, but maybe he'd be able to say goodnight to Cal and Ezra.

He had warned Nesta that he was going to be late, and she had simply replied that she would leave dinner ready in the kitchen for when he returned.

Opening the front door, he immediately saw two little dark heads popping up from above the couch. Cal was already running at him when he closed the door behind him and jumped on him as soon as he had put his stuff down, "Dad!"

"Kiddo!" said Cassian throwing him into the air.

Cal laughed waving his arms, "Sssh," he scolded him still laughing, "the girls are sleeping."

"Oops," dad made a guilty face, stopping their game and putting Cal down.

Ezra was too focused on watching TV and wasn't paying the slightest attention to Cassian, but he walked over to the couch anyway, lowering himself just enough so he could leave a kiss on his hair, "Hi love." he murmured to him.

The little boy's head snapped toward him and with a crooked smile on his face and his pajama collar in his mouth, he said, "Hi dad."

Cassian scoffed amused, ripping his pajamas from between his teeth, "How many times have I told you not to eat your clothes?"

"Sorry," Ezra said, not sounding sorry at all.

Cal had gone back to lying next to his brother and they both seemed too caught up in the cartoon to pay any attention to it, so he went into the kitchen, loosening the tie around his neck and praying that Nesta had cooked something good - though the opposite was quite unlikely considering the woman's innate cooking skills.

He moaned with delight when he realized it was the meatballs she always made when she didn't feel like cooking and, taking the plate, he headed back to the living room. He plopped down in between his sons, taking the pajamas out of Ezra's mouth again and offering them both a meatball.

"So, what have you guys been up to today?" asked Cassian with a full mouth, slipping off his shoes and placing his feet on the coffee table.

First Cal and then Ezra told him in full detail about what they had done at school and then about the fact that none of them had slept that afternoon. Cassian was surprised to find out that Cal could still stand up without getting any rest.

When they got to the point where Nesta had taken them out walking and they had made it all the way to the supermarket, he had stopped them.

"Guys come on," he looked at them with incredulous eyes, "I told you to keep her home."

It was true. Lately Nesta had been pushing her limits when the doctors had told her to exert herself and stress as little as possible. With childbirth imminent too, it was risky for her to walk around without any other adults.

Ezra had the decency to look guilty, "I know, but-"

"We also met a weird dude," Cal interrupted him.

Cassian looked at him taking on a confused expression, "Weird?"

"Yeah, he knew mom," Ezra nodded, looking at the TV and talking thoughtlessly. He was bowing his head slowly and Cassian unconsciously extended a hand towards him, shutting his mouth before he could start chewing on the fabric once again. He looked at him at that point, continuing the story, "Mom was all weird, though."

"Weird." repeated Cassian.

"Yeah, weird." repeated Cal in turn, then chuckled, "He even hit me with the cart."

He and Ezra laughed together, remembering how Cal had fallen on his bum, but Cassian's thoughts were elsewhere. Clearly the fact that someone had rolled his son with a cart must not have been traumatic or painful, or Nesta would have called him and Cal wouldn't have been there laughing, but the fact that they had described her with an adjective like "weird" had him on high alert.

"Do you happen to know the man's name?" asked Cassian, pulling himself up and setting his plate down on the coffee table, keeping his gaze on his hands.

Ezra shook his head, "No, also because mom didn't talk to him much and then Drakon showed up."

"Oh, yeah," Cal repeated excitedly, his eyes glowing, "then Drakon showed up."

Cassian was on his feet before his youngest son had finished speaking. He started up the stairs to go upstairs, where he hoped he would find Nesta awake, but warned the two little men that he would go change and be back down to them in a jiffy.

With a strained expression and a bad feeling working its way through him, he walked down the hall, opening the door to his daughters' room slightly. Both Celia and Nora were already fast asleep, and Cassian felt a smile break out on his lips... his little gems. He couldn't believe yet another one would be arriving soon.

He closed the door, making sure not to make any noise, and then headed to his room, praying that Nesta was okay and that his children had misunderstood everything.

He heard her before he even entered. He could picture her pacing back and forth through their room, muttering about what was bothering her at the moment.

He took a deep breath, ready to fight whatever demons there would be to fight that night together, and tightening his hand around the doorknob, he lowered it, pushing himself into the room.

Nesta stopped short, both hands wrapped under her belly to help support that extra weight she was always complaining about.

The second Cassian's eyes found hers, her expression completely transformed and a desperate sob broke the silence that had formed between them.

"Nesta." he said as if someone had just sucked the air from his lungs. Reaching for her with two quick strides and wrapping her in his arms, Cassian heard all kinds of emotion in his wife's crying.

When he stroked her back, Nesta let go a wail of pain and he immediately pulled away, still keeping his hands around her elbows as much as her cold hands tightened around his forearms.

"God, Nesta what happened?"

She only cried harder, loosening her grip on him when she was sure he wouldn't pull away. She managed to say between sobs, "Everything hurts."

Cassian felt as if the floor has cracked open beneath them. "Is it the baby?"

Nesta's eyes went wide, probably only realizing at that moment what state he'd found her in, "No, she's fine." then, seeing his increasingly worried expression, she added, "I promise the baby's fine."

Cassian sagged at little, reducing his lips to a thin line, gently pushed her towards the bed to get her to sit up, but Nesta shook her head, taking short, overly fast breaths, "I can't."

Cassian paused, taking her hands and trying to restrain himself from asking her who they had met that afternoon that had managed to trigger such a reaction in her. There was no way she could have been in that state just from being tired.

"I can't." repeated Nesta sobbing and looking into his eyes. "Everything hurts, Cassian."

He sighed, closing his eyes. Seeing her in this state was nothing new unfortunately. With four pregnancies behind them and everything they'd been through in the years prior to their marriage, it wasn't unusual for either of them to be in such a condition.

He opened his eyes, trying to keep a firm tone, "How come you can't sit down?"

"If I sit the pain gets worse." she said between choked breaths.

Cassian furrowed his brow, wanting to yell at her about how stupid it had been of her to go walking that afternoon, but he restrained himself. "Have you tried lying down?" he proposed.

Nesta shook her head again, "Any position hurts my back or my legs," she explained.

"Tell you what," he began hesitantly, taking both of her hands, "why don't you put on those super pants that support your belly - or I'll help you put them on, it's no problem," he added quickly when he saw the pain in her features, "and then I'll give you a leg massage while you're standing?" he said smiling at her coyly. Nesta sniffed, nodding slowly. "And when sitting doesn't hurt anymore or is bearable you get on your knees on the bed or lean against the keyboard and I massage your back too, are you up for that?"

She squeezed his hands to let him know she was okay with everything, so Cassian smiled at her, returning the squeeze and starting to pull away from her to go get the leggings, but Nesta's eyes went wide and a few tears rolled down her cheeks, "Where are you going?"

Cassian grimaced worriedly.

Why hadn't she called him if she was feeling this bad?

He moved back as close as he could without crushing Andra between them, "I was just going to get my pajamas, Nes, and your pants." he placed a hand on her face, stroking away the remnants of her crying. Then he sighed, pushing her forehead into his and keeping his eyes open as he whispered, "I love you."

She repeated it quietly, almost a sigh.

He undressed quickly, slipping into his pajamas with equal haste as Nesta stood motionless in the center of the room, waiting for him to return to her.

"Listen," Cassian began, kneeling in front of her as he helped her out of the pajama pants she was wearing, "the boys told me you met someone today." he forced himself to look at her, when the grip on his shoulder suddenly tightened. Cassian studied the reaction he'd elicited from her and bit the inside of his cheek, seeing how Nesta had frozen and put her foot down. He took a deep breath, giving her knee a little tap to let her know she needed to get it back up, "They didn't tell me who it was and I don't think they know, but I got some ideas and I want-" he swallowed loudly, thinking seriously about what might have happened if his doubts were real, "If it's Tomas, I want to know if you're okay." he said in a lower voice, looking at her from under his lashes. Nesta didn't answer.

He had managed to get both of her feet into her pants and was pulling them up gently, trying not to hurt her. He had to pull up the skirt of the robe she used during all her pregnancies when none of her pajamas fit anymore, uncovering her belly and left a gentle kiss on her skin, smiling at his daughter, "Hello my little sunshine."

He felt Nesta shiver and thinking it was from the cold he hurried to cover her belly with her pants and then pull her nightgown down.

He looked at her more seriously than ever as he settled on the floor in front of her so he could massage her into a comfortable position. He was about to speak, to ask her again how she was doing, but she beat him to it.

"What did you do today?" she asked in a weak voice.

Cassian closed his mouth, bouncing his legs, pondering whether to insist that she spoke or let her distract him with that question. He decided for the latter, even though his wife already knew very well what he had done that day, "This morning there was an exam of Ancient History for the first years." he began to speak while pressing his thumbs on her left thigh. Nesta was leaning her hands on his shoulders. "I have to be honest, I've never seen exams as crappy and ignorant as this session's," he continued while keeping his gaze fixed on her face. "It's like people stopped studying all of a sudden and thought they could pass my exams by learning the bare minimum."

He shifted on her other thigh and Nesta snapped forward, groaning softly as Cassian touched a particularly numb muscle.

"Sorry." he smiled at her, "Then at lunch I stayed in the faculty with Gwyn and Luc, and by the way, they asked me if you'd be okay with organizing a lunch this weekend, with everyone?"

Nesta rolled her eyes, "I can't even walk, let alone plan a lunch with everyone," she pointed out to him in an irritated tone.

Cassian chuckled, "I'll let Gwyn know you told her to fuck off nicely."

"Yes, thank you," she replied to him. But then she bit her lip, thoughtfully, "But if they want to do something at her or Elain's that's fine. I can also cook, but not here, please, I don't feel like tidying up afterwards." she looked into his eyes with a pleading look.

"It's okay, it's not a problem," he shifted to her calves, "Although, if the only problem has to be the fact that you don't feel like tidying up, you know I wouldn't let you."

Nesta grunted, "I don't want you to do all the work yourself."

Cassian let out a puff of air through his nostrils, "You can't be the only one working hard in this house Nes, let me have some of the glory too." he joked.

"But I'm not the only one." she said in an overly serious tone, "You're always at work and I know you're working overtime, filling in for your colleagues, don't think I haven't noticed," she scolded him. Cassian lowered his head, feeling his cheeks turn red. "And I'm here at home and I can't work and I've been like this for months now and even before that with Celia-" she sighed, bringing a hand to her face, "I just wish I could help you bring something extra home."

Cassian stopped massaging her leg, surprised at what he was hearing. He moved away from her, enough so that he could stand up without bumping into her stomach and then looked at her, shaking his head, "What on earth are you talking about?" he asked, "Nesta you're raising our children. You're doing a much more tiring and exhausting job than mine ever will be." he pulled himself upright, "True, it's just as rewarding and enjoyable to be able to stay home and watch our children grow up, but you're the biggest help I could ever get right now. We don't need money right now."

"But-"

"No buts." he said arching his eyebrows and pushing her towards the bed, "Do you think you can sit?" she nodded pensively and let him help her up onto the mattress. "Nesta what you're doing is admirable and I'm sure not everyone could handle it as well as you can."

Nesta stopped in the middle of the bed, turning to look at him with a shocked expression.

Cassian was just as shocked. That she didn't realize how much she was actually helping him was beyond comprehension.

"I can only get by because you're there," she murmured, looking away, "I'd never make it on my own."

"And no one expects you to make it, Nes." he said stunned. He really couldn't understand where all the doubt was coming from, "You don't have to make it on your own and you're not doing it on your own."

He had her settled so that her back was to him and she was turned to the wall. He placed his hands over her back and began to make concise circles on the bottom, applying pressure where he knew the pain was most concentrated. Nesta's head fell forward in relief.

"You really don't think you're helping me in any way?"

"No, I-" she froze mid-sentence, "It's not that."

"Then what is it?" he asked, using his knuckles to massage her shoulder muscles.

Nesta groaned softly, "It's just that I wish I could go back to work and read all the books I want and I wish I could feel tired and be able to let my kids cry without anyone telling me what to do and how to do it. I wish I could move without the terror of going into labor at any moment and-" she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I wish I wasn't so hormonal right now."

He could tell that her thoughts were all over the place.

There had been other such crises during Celia's pregnancy. The fear that they wouldn't measure up as parents to so many children. They were in constant thought that they were not giving them enough, that they were teaching them the wrong lessons. Cassian had received some nasty comments himself about how they were raising their children, and he knew right away that someone must have said something to Nesta that day.

They had always had stronger, more heartfelt reactions on her, and now that she was pregnant it was all much more altered.

"What happened today?" he asked her under his breath after a few moments of silence.

"No one slept, I didn't have a moment's peace and then we left and walked to the mall. I had to carry Nora all the way there and-" her voice broke on the last sentence and Cassian stopped his ministrations on her. He laid both hands on her back, getting as close as he could, letting his hands slide down her hips and then over her belly, until his chest made contact with her back and Nesta pushed back against him.

She dropped her head onto Cassian's shoulder.

"And?" he murmured, spurring her on.

"Everything hurt so much, Cass," she replied in a watery voice, "It was like I was being stabbed in the back and I couldn't put Nora down because she'd start crying."

A sharp twinge of pain shot through his chest. He began to gently massage her belly and shortly after he felt her small hands settle on his, pushing harder, "No one would try to say you're a bad mother just because you don't pick up your daughter when you're hurting."

She didn't answer.

"Celia?" he asked.

"Ezra and Cal held her hand the whole way, she walked so much," she said with a half smile on her face. "When we walked in they immediately started acting up and then they started crying and I couldn't take it anymore and these ladies said I was an awful mother and it's true, Cassian." she jerked in his arms as she said those last words. He only held her tighter, taking a deep breath. "Who is the mother who can't calm her own children when they cry? Her own children." she shook her head, running a hand under her eyes.

He couldn't see her face, but he knew she had started crying again.

"Nesta listen to me." he whispered to her, kissing her shoulder and then the tip of her ear. "You are the most loving and caring mother I know. Your children are perfectly healthy and you've never let them lack for anything. You've never raised your voice to them. You've never threatened them or grounded them-"

"I'm not a monster," she muttered.

"And more importantly," he said smiling and holding her tighter, "your children are happy."

"But Cal today-"

"Cal is downstairs watching TV with his brother and he's been telling me about his day and he's the happiest kid ever," he interrupted her, "Just because he threw a tantrum and cried a little doesn't mean you're not a good mother."

She sighed and nodded, though she didn't look convinced.

Cassian continued to stroke the spots on her belly where he knew her skin pulled the most, her hand still on his playing with the wedding ring on his finger when Nesta said, "I saw Tomas today."

Cassian froze behind her, holding his breath. He'd known it, but hearing the fear in her voice now as she said the name of the man Cassian hated most in the world didn't stop him from wincing.

"He bumped Cal with the cart and knocked him over and I didn't realize it was him until he called me," Nesta continued.

When Cassian spoke, his voice came out much harsher and tighter than he intended, "Did he-" he cleared his throat, "Did he say anything?"

"No, he-" Nesta brought both hands to her stomach, shifting his. She moved uncomfortably in his arms and Cassian loosened his grip on his wife, realizing she wanted to move. He grabbed her by the hips, trying to pull her up so she could turn toward him, and when she was finally sitting up with her back against the headboard of the bed, she sighed. "I saw him, Cass, and I froze." she said under her breath, looking into his eyes. "He touched Cal's hair and it was like he was touching me, again, and I completely froze and then the baby kicked and he touched my-" she took a ragged breath as her eyes filled with tears. When she spoke again, her voice was so weak that Cassian had to appeal to every ounce of his reasoning not to get up and go find Tomas to kill him.

He took her hands, remaining silent as a revolting feeling took over his body. The idea of Nesta being touched by that filthy man made his guts turn. The idea of his children-

A choked sob brought him back into the room, "And I wanted him to go and stop looking at Ezra and Celia and Nora and I could only move when Ezra called me, but he followed us and blocked our way. He asked me about you, wanted to know who you were, and it was like going back in time and I couldn't- I couldn't, Cass-" Nesta brought a hand to her chest, her eyes and mouth wide as panic appeared in her gaze and air struggled to reach her lungs.

Cassian squeezed her hands, speaking softly, "Nesta, it's okay." a sob from her, "You're all home." he murmured starting to massage her palm, "You're home with me."

Her breathing became even more erratic and she shook her head, closing her eyes.

Cassian closed his eyes as well, "I'm sorry you had to see him again and I'm sorry you couldn't move, but it's understandable, sweetheart." he was trying to keep his tone of voice relatively low, to calm her down, but it was proving difficult for him as he viewed Tomas watching his daughters. "He shouldn't have touched your belly. He shouldn't have just touched you at all. And he shouldn't have gotten close to Cal or Andra." he seethed. "And if I could I would go to him and rip his hands off." he let slip as he imagined the terror Nesta must have felt at that moment.

Nesta sobbed and the sound broke Cassian's heart, "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm sorry."

A pang of pain tightened in his chest as his face turned into a mask of controlled anger, "Don't ever apologize to me, please," he whispered, "Not for this stuff."

"But I couldn't do anything, even after all this time-" a hiccup broke the sentence, "He still has all this power over me. It's not fair."

It's not fair.

Cassian nodded, biting the inside of his cheek, "You're right, it's not fair." he squeezed her hands lightly, telling her to look at his face. She quickly did so. "You're not with him anymore. You're free. You don't owe him anything, just like you never owed him anything." Nesta took a shaky breath, stopping sobbing. "You have a family, you're a wonderful mother and wife. And you deserve all of this."

Nesta's eyes went wide, realizing where this was going.

Cassian took a deep breath, "You're not worthless, you're not hopeless or useless." he closed his eyes as Nesta mimicked him, breathing deeply in turn. "You are a strong, independent woman, it doesn't matter how much he said otherwise. It didn't matter before and it doesn't matter now. It's just meaningless words.

"I know you, Nesta, and you are the light of my life. The light of every person in this house. The only thing that keeps us going." he whispered in a weak voice, as Nesta leaned forward toward him and cried silently.

Cassian moved closer to her on the mattress so that she could rest her forehead against his chest, his shoulder, wherever she wanted, for support.

He had repeated those words to her so many times over the years. He didn't think he'd ever have to do it again, certainly not after so long that they both knew Tomas had moved to another continent entirely.

"I know you and you're nothing like he describes," he encircled her shoulders with arms when Nesta let go of a particularly loud sob. "You are the exact opposite of what he says." he kissed one temple, stroking the hair on her back.

She shivered in his arms, "I know." she whispered against his shirt.

Cassian managed to force a smile onto his lips, even though she couldn't see it, he knew she would hear it when he spoke, "I'm proud of you."

"Why?"

"Because I can only imagine how hard it was for you to see him again, and although I would have appreciated a different approach to everything that happened this afternoon, you handled it perfectly and our kids are fine." he passed his hands over her shoulders and pushed her away from him so he could look at her face. "And it's okay that you broke down now, it's normal. I'm glad you told me about it. Thank you." he spoke against her lips.

She smiled, breathing a laugh through her tears, "I love you."

"I love you." repeated Cassian, sighing. He cupped her cheek, brushing a thumb under her eye, before kissing her. No rush or force, just pure, raw emotion as their lips caressed in a desperate kiss.

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Mom? Dad? Chaos.

First, I would like to thank you all! Really. And I'm not talking about the followers (which reached the 500), no. I'm talking about your reception for my stories. You guys are awesome!

Second, Marinette is a little... dark in this story. Maybe because she fought Hawkmoth for a long time or Batfam influence, I don't know. She defends herself and defends her friends against Lila. So, don't be surprised, please.

(finally managing to edit the post f- u tumblr) 6K of salt, sailors.

Lightly based on Wayne Travelers by @multishipper1needshalp​​ Maribat by @ozmav​​

The day had started normal.

Marinette getting up late for class and getting ready in a hurry while Tikki helped the girl as best she could, her parents setting the table for breakfast together and Damian sitting, waiting for his girlfriend to go to school together. Adrien still asleep after staying up all night with Jonathan on the phone.

That had become Marinette's morning routine for the past two years, with Damian going to Paris to study economics with the best education that money could afford and her finishing high school in Dupont with Adrien.

And as said before, the day had started normal.

They ate breakfast with her parents, Marinette kicking Adrien out of bed and walked together to Dupont's entrance, where their paths parted.

She had kissed Damian good-bye and he whispered a “see you later” before getting in the car parked on the sidewalk. The driver politely waving to Marinette.

Adrien grimacing in the background, like a child watching his parents kiss.

It had been normal the way the class wrinkled their noses as she passed them; how everyone was in their proper place when Lila began to tell the latest nonsense lie; when Adrien came right behind her and was forced to sit next to the Italian (face completely twisted in pained expression); Chloe walking to the back of the room and placing a tender kiss on Marinette's cheek before sitting next to her; the two whispering the news to each other while Adrien sent a wistful look to his friends; their kwamis together in the boy's bag (since it was the largest of the three there).

Ms. Bustier leaving and leaving them with free time to do whatever they want.

This was normal. This was the routine after Hawkmoth had given up on terrorizing Paris and returned the butterfly and peacock Miraculous. After Gabriel Agreste had been arrested.

What was not normal now was that portal opening beside Ms. Bustier's desk and five people passing by.

The whole class frozen in shock.

The first out was obviously the oldest. In his 19 years, probably.

Black hair - in the sunlight there was a bluish illumination - trapped in a bun at the top of his head, the eyes were a cold and sharp gray, his skin was a beautiful olive tone, a strong jaw and the body showed that he was very more than just physically active.

The second person to go through the portal was a girl, who was about 15/16 years old.

They couldn't see the color of her hair, as she wore a hijab, but the eyes were a vivid and bright green, her skin was paler, small face, pink lips in a cupid bow and she also seemed to exercise a lot too.

The first two seemed to be siblings and that at least one of the parents was Asian.

The third was a blonde girl. She was the same age as the first girl, not much older than 16. While she didn't seem to have a more defined body, just the fact that she wasn't touching the floor when she left the portal said a lot about her.

The blond hair - exactly the color of Chloe and Adrien's hair - was long and loose, the curls unruly. The eyes were blue, a radiant blue and not very common, the triangular face, the doll's lips.

The fourth person was actually a little boy, who must have been at most 3 years old and was in the blonde girl's arms.

His hair was black and unruly, eyes were the same bright blue as the girl, round face with rosy cheeks, pale skin and he was sucking his thumb.

The last person to pass through the portal had been a girl with a much stronger Asian heritage than the first two.

Her cherry-red dyed hair reaching her shoulders, body far more defined than the girl with the hijab - her biceps pronounced by the shirt – the eyes were amber and dangerous, thin lips, her skin was tanned from spending too much time in the sun, oval face.

They stared silently at the class as the portal closed behind them.

"Okay... Who's going to tell this to our parents?" The blonde girl asks, breaking the silence and the red-haired girl looks at her, a murderous expression on her face.

“That was your fault! You're the one to tell!” Growls.

The blonde girl looks sincerely sorry.

"How would I know this was a time machine?!"

The redhead approaches her, her fists clenched ready to pounce, but the oldest of the five holds her in place.

"Rie, Emilie, please. Now is not the time to fight." His voice comes up like a blade. Sharp. "Especially with Clark among you."

They move away from each other. Rie walks closer to the classroom door, Emilie floats toward the window. Both with serious faces.

"It's not wanting to cut your drama, but we're not alone." The hijab girl says, drawing their attention to her. “We have audience, (哥哥) gēge.” She points to the still very frozen class.

He turns, his eyes scanning the students, before locking in the back of the room. In Marinette and Chloe. His eyes close in a pained expression.

“Fuck.” Curses without shame. "Dad will kill us."

"Absolutely." She replies, not looking any little upset at the situation.

In fact, her eyes were shining. She seemed very excited about everything.

The bell rings and it seems to wake everyone up from the shock, the students frenzied.

Everyone talking at the same time, they approach; Alya with the phone in hand; Marinette talking quickly on the phone, looking worried; Chloe was looking critically at the newcomers, the familiar feeling poking at her head; Adrien looked downright in love with the little boy in Emilie's arms.

Lila was... Wanting to take advantage of the situation to do something.

Rie begins to fuss over and over with the noise of the class, the pitch of the sound seemed to be hurting Clark's sensitive ears. The situation gets worse until she screams, anger clear in her tone.

“ど け! (Doke!)” Everyone shuts up but doesn't understand what she says. "I said get away, NOW!"

They are frightened by the girl's ferocity and move away.

“Okay, now one at a time.” When everyone moves to talk together again, she raises her hand in a stop signal. "Raise your hands and I'll choose who speaks."

They quickly raise their hands, waving violently. Max was jumping in his seat.

"You." Rie points to Rose and the girl stands up happily.

"What is the name of you all?" Questions.

Rie raises an eyebrow, disbelieving that this was the most important question the girl had to ask, but said nothing. Who answers is Emilie.

"I'm Emilie, this little one is Clark, the scary one is (理 恵) Rie, the handsome guy over there is (健) Jiàn and the hijab girl is Aria-" She turns sideways to point at the girl, just to find the empty spot. “Where's Aria?” She asks the two beside her and Rie just points to the back of the room.

And they all turned just in time to see Marinette being hugged her life away by the girl.

“妈妈 (māmā) you are so cute!” Both Adrien and Chloe gasp, eyes wide. Marinette gets paler and paler.

That moment makes both Rie and Clark notice the blondes in the room and Clark begins to cry, writhing in Emilie's arms and trying to reach Adrien.

“Papa! Papa!” The little boy sniffles until Emilie releases him and lets him fly to Adrien.

The class shouts at the demonstration of power.

The blonde catches him reflexively, hugging the small body in his arms and the boy sinks, melting in the warmth. He looks shocked at Emilie, wanting an explanation and the girl just shrugs, a bland smile on her face.

"Hi Dad."

Adrien chokes, his eyes filling with water, thrilled. He smiles back in disbelief.

"Hi?"

Chloe rises from her seat indignantly.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Shouts. “Why do you two get visits from your future kids, but not me?!” She stomps her foot in a tantrum.

It seemed just another bout of Chloe's futility, but Marinette - who was still being held by Aria - felt her heart ache at the hurt look on her best friend's face.

“Chlo-”

"What am I? Invisible?” Rie responds rudely. “You should recognize your children, 母 (haha).” Her cheeks were rosy despite her serious face.

Chloe is speechless before going downstairs and throwing herself into Rie's arms. She could scarcely believe that she had built a family in the future, that apparently her best friends continued together years and years into the future.

“And you must be my son!” Lila's voice cuts the happy mood. "Handsome like that, you're just like my Damian."

Chloe turns away from Rie, Marinette comes down the stairs with Aria and Adrien stays in his seat, with Clark in his lap and Emilie sitting at his desk, stroking the blond boy's hair.

The seven looks at Lila standing in front of Jiàn, who seemed disgusted with the thought of being her son.

"Yes, many say I look a lot like my father," He replies. And although the expression is not the best, his voice contains no emotion. "But I have my grandmother's eyes."

Lila seems especially excited about the boy's response.

Alya still recording everything and the class in an eternal pause.

“Oh! Now I see! You really look like my mother. She's very beautiful, looks like a model.” Lila says, glancing quickly at Alya, probably making sure the girl was recording everything.

Jiàn wrinkles his nose in disgust and turns away from the greedy hands of the Italian.

“You're not my mother.” Lila is surprised by the hatred in the boy's tone. "My mother has decency and honor, something you obviously lack."

The class seems to stop breathing.

"Oh, that hurt." Emilie muttered, chin resting on Adrien's head.

She had left Adrien's desk and was sitting at Alya's desk, which was behind the boy, so that she could hug him like a koala. Clark was dozing in his arms.

Alya snorted offended.

"Hey, this is no way to talk to her!" She moved, the phone still clenched in her fist.

"I speak the way I want." Jiàn answers. "Criminals and liars don't deserve my respect."

The class starts talking on top of each other, confused.

“What do you mean?” Alix's voice sticks out.

Jiàn tilts his head, but straightens again. An expression on his face as if he had just unraveled the mystery of the century.

"Oh, you haven't found out yet..."

"Or rather, they haven't opened their eyes yet." Aria comments.

Kim gets up, his face rock hard.

"Explain."

The newcomers exchange glances with each other. Aria raises her eyebrow, Emilie shrugs, Jiàn sighs and Rie looks at everyone.

"I think aunt Mari already told you about the sausage being a liar." She pats Chloe's arm affectionately. “Lila Rossi, in 2046, is under arrest for terrorism, extortion, sexual harassment, blackmail and best of all: murder.” Rie smiles darkly as she watches the students' pale faces.

Alya's phone recording every second of everything. Live. On Ladyblog.

Lila feels panic bubbling in her chest, her hands shaking and a sudden weakness in her legs. This could not be happening!

She glances at everyone in the class, noting the expressions between disbelief and fear, only Alya still holding the angry expression on her face.

Adrien, Chloe, and Marinette did not seem surprised by what the boy said, nor angry. She would use that to her advantage.

Lila's eyes widen in the most pitiful expression possible. The fake tears already running down her cheeks. She didn't forget to sniff before she spoke.

“Why are you guys doing this to me?” That catches everyone's attention, Kim being the first to come to the rescue. She uses the boy for support. “Is it some kind of horrible plan Marinette came up with? I know she hates me, but I didn't think she would do something so wicked to bring me down.”

Alya, Alix and Mylene are quick to reach both of them to comfort Lila. Which left Ivan, Nathaniel, Max, Rose, Juleka and Nino to defend the honor of the Italian.

“Look what you did!” The DJ pointed out. "Lila is crying because of you!"

"It had to be Chloe's daughter." Max says, adjusting his prescription glasses to his face. "Only a snake would give birth to another snake."

Emilie sighs offended, as does Aria and Jiàn.

Max barely has time to blink before feeling the sharp edge of Rie's katana in his throat. He swallows, the eyes wide.

She had left Chloe in the same spot before jumping over the tables and reaching Max. The katana that had been her belt, taking shape in her hands just in time to reach the target.

"Call my mother snake again and I'll cut your head off." She says coldly.

Nathaniel runs away, Rose and Juleka accompany him. Even Lila swallows the fake cry feeling the fear run down her spine.

"You wouldn't have the guts-" Ivan begins, but quickly shuts up when he sees Max leaning as far away from the sword as the red thread of blood trickles down his throat.

"Do you doubt...?" Rie says quietly. "Are you sure?"

Marinette reacts with that, ready to separate the girl from her classmate.

“Wait-

“Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois!” Aria calls, voice like steel. "Let him go."

Rie doesn't move, doesn't even blink.

“Now.” Aria raises her voice. Adrien and Marinette are able to see her eyes turn a radioactive shade of green (which resembles Chat Noir's eyes very much) and her round pupils narrow like those of a reptile.

Rie grits her teeth, smoke escaping between them. She squeezes the katana a little deeper into the boy's throat before moving back toward Chloe.

The blade becomes malleable in her hands and she fastens around her waist again, sparing no glance at the rest of the class. Not at all sorry.

Marinette breathes a sigh of relief, but soon becomes serious. She needed to fix that mess.

"Okay." Says it out of nowhere and catches everyone's attention. Aria once again hung around her neck. “This day was too weird in just a few minutes, so I need everyone to collaborate.”

Her gaze points mainly to Rie and Alya, who turn their head into a tantrum.

“First, I want an explanation for that.” Hands shake in the air. “What are you doing here in 2022 and who are you?”

Jiàn smiles quietly before getting serious again.

“Our names have already been said, so I'll tell you where we came from.” He takes the liberty to sit on Ms. Bustier's desk, as if he owns the place. “First, we are from the future, as you have already understood. Secondly, we are children of three students in this class.”

The young man turns to Rie, beckoning her to proceed.

"I'm Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois, I have a twin sister named Alice." She turns to Chloe. “We are your daughters with Kagami Tsurugi. I think you two became something last year, 2021, right?” And the blonde nods emphatically. "Three years from now you get married and after five years Alice and I are born."

Chloe hugs the girl, wild feelings in her chest.

“My turn!” Emilie shook herself on the table, Clark, still sleeping, shifted uncomfortably. "My name is Emilie Lois Agreste-Kent and this cute sleeping is my brother, Clark Auguste Agreste-Kent." She notices Marinette's horrified look and sighs in agreement. "I know I know. Our names are one thing... horrible, but they wanted to honor our grandparents...”

The class makes a confused sound and Nathaniel is the fastest to speak up.

“I don't understand.” The voice loud enough just for a quiet room to hear. "Adrien's mother's name is Emilie, Lois may be his mother-in-law's name and Clark the father-in-law's name..." He pauses thoughtfully. “Why Auguste? Shouldn't it be Gabriel?”

At the sound of the name, newcomers, Chloe, Marinette and even Adrien himself react negatively, leaving no doubt of the dislike of the designer.

"Because Gabriel never was and never will be a father to uncle Adrien." Aria replies.

Nino nods in agreement with the girl.

“… Ok, I understand where you come from. But who is Auguste?” He asks. “I don't remember anyone with that name Adrien commented on.”

The blonde gives a bland laugh before looking at the DJ.

"It's because I never speak his name, but you know him... the gorilla."

Nino widens his eyes at the news, but soon understanding dawns on his face. It made sense. The man cared more for Adrien than his own father, who could only look at his belly button.

"Wait!" Alya calls. “Gorilla's name is Auguste?” Adrien nods and she presses her palm over her face. “Oh my god, this is cursed! He doesn't look like an Auguste!”

Emilie releases Adrien to fly over his head.

"I know! I once told him that and he laughed at me!” Her hand movements were wild.

It makes Alya pale.

"He laughed. Adrien's bodyguard laughed. Oh my God."

Lila gets fed up with the situation and decides to return the conversation to where it mattered. She needed to know who Adrien's future wife was, just so she could make sure they never met. With Gabriel's help, of course.

He might have been arrested, but he still had... powers over Adrien.

“We already understood that part, but you never told us who your mother was.”

Emilie freezes in the air, the cheerful, happy air slipping into an empty shell. She sits back behind Adrien, her gaze hard on the Italian.

“Because I don't have a mother.” She responds and Lila had to control the happy smile that wanted to escape. “I have two dads. Adrien Agreste and Jonathan Samuel Kent.”

The air in the room becomes cold after she finishes speaking. Lila never felt as much hatred as she did then.

Adrien was hers. Just hers. Knowing he was married to a man in the future was too much for the girl.

“B-but how? I thought Adrien was straight. We all know he dated Kagami.” Mylene asks.

Adrien frowns at the girl. Not a bit happy.

"I never said I was straight or that Kagami and I were dating." His voice was dry. “Kagami and Chloe have been together since last year, Jon and I have been dating since I was fifteen. Four years ago."

Alya gives Marinette unhappy glances, as if pitying the girl for the news. But in the end, she notices that the brunette was not at all surprised or shaken.

"And about you? Who is your father?” She points to Aria, who raises an eyebrow at her. The mockery in all body expression. "We know you're Marinette's daughter because we heard you call her mother, but you didn't say who your father was."

Aria rolls her eyes and sighs, completely tired of having to deal with these people. They were very ignorant.

"Aria Dupain-Cheng Wayne-" Surprised sighs are heard.

“And Jiàn Dupain-Cheng Wayne. We are children of Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. There is Thomas too, but he was with Alfred and the Couffaine siblings when we... traveled back in time.” Jiàn cuts his sister, making a sardonic bow toward Alya.

Marinette was choking as she tried to hold back a scream.

Those were her children! There were three! She and Damian had been together for many, many years! Her heart was beating so fast that she feared everyone in the room would be able to hear.

“… Damian Wayne. Isn't that the name of your boyfriend, Lila?” Juleka says suddenly and everyone looks at the Italian trying to sneak out of the classroom.

She stops, knowing everyone was keeping an eye on her and turning around, her eyes full of tears.

It was time to put on a show.

"M-Marinette!" She sniffs. “How can you go so low stealing my Damiboo from me?! I thought you were better!” The hands cover her face and shoulders begin to shake, as if she’s crying.

"WHA-"

“My God, girl!” Alya shouts angrily as she approaches Lila once more. Alix, Mylene, and Kim did not move from the scene. “Stealing Lila's boyfriend? As if it wasn't enough to be an envious slut-

Jiàn turns the face so fast that Rie can hear the young man's bones crack. The face contorted into a murderous expression.

“I suggest you not finish this sentence, otherwise I will be forced to do something my parents wouldn't approve of.”

Lila pulls her hands away from her face looking at the boy in defiance.

"What? But it's true! First Adrien, now my Damiboo. Your mother is a bitc-” Before Lila could finish the sentence, Jiàn was in front of her. Alya pushed aside, along with the phone that fell to the floor.

His right hand goes straight to Lila's face, squeezing her chin as he forces her to face him. He didn't need to look at the look of horror on her face to know that anger and disgust were clear in his eyes.

“You're an unpleasant person, Lila Rossi.” He says. “Even though you know you have nowhere to run, that you only have those futile idiots to control, you still try to play the wronged good girl.”

Adrien gets up from the chair, Marinette approaches and Chloe too.

“Jiàn, I think-”

Aria puts her hand on Marinette's shoulder, drawing the girl's attention back to her. "No. He won't hurt her... physically.”

“But-” Adrien protests.

“Dad, please. In the future you regret not stopping her before. Let Jiàn do it.” Emilie says seriously. The most serious she had been until that moment.

When Marinette and Adrien steps back, the class sees this as allowing newcomers to do whatever they want, so they run to Lila's rescue. Alya quickly rising from the floor, the phone forgotten.

"Let her go now!" Kim shouts. He tries to hit Jiàn with a punch, but Rie is quick to stop him.

"And why would i do that? Ms. Volpina here, did much worse things helping Hawkmoth.” Lila widens her eyes, the panic clear in her face.

"I-I"

“What was that little fox? No more lies to tell us? Are you afraid because you can no longer use akumas to get rid of difficult situations?” The sarcasm in Jiàn's voice was clear, as was the acidity.

Everyone saw the way Lila stopped trying to defend herself and her gaze became sharp. Malicious. Jiàn took this to get away from the girl. She took the time to straighten her hair and caress her jaw before a blatant smile took over her expression.

Alya felt the ice run down her spine, discomfort rolling in her stomach. She stepped back, trying to create distance.

The class reacting precisely the same.

“Oh? Do you really think I need some old man and cursed butterflies to get what I want?” Rose choked on the way Lila spoke. “Look at what we have here. Come on, look!” She shakes her hands, signaling around them.

“I managed to fool these people for years. YEARS! No one doubting a word of what I was saying. Even with the most trusted person in the class trying to warn of my tricks, they just ignored it. They treated her like trash, they threw her into a corner... They humiliated her.” Mylene cried and Ivan tried to comfort her.

“And I didn't even have to do anything much, just say what they wanted to hear.” There was a victorious smile on the Italian's face. “Hawkmoth was just a tool. I never needed him to get where I got.” She nodded dismissively.

“So, you lied to us all this time?” Alix growls, Kim having to hold her so she doesn't hit Lila.

The Italian raised an eyebrow, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Alix, Alix ... You guys were so naive." Lila sighs theatrically. “I mean, dumb. Ignorant. Easy. Fools. I think you were by far the easiest people to manipulate.” She shrugs.

“You… are the worst! I don't believe-” Nathaniel stops and shakes his head violently, trying to deal with the situation.

“Ow, poor thing.” Lila sneers. “Okay, I was a little harsh with my words. It was not entirely your fault. Caline Bustier played a huge part in all this, since without her passivity, I would probably have been discovered much earlier.”

Marinette cringes at the teacher's name.

Caline had gone from being Marinette's favorite teacher to the less pleasant one. The woman's pacifism gave the brunette knots in her stomach. Each time she heard the phrase “be an example to others,” the discomfort washed over her body and all Marinette could think about was running home and sleeping for an entire week.

She knew that Lila's era of terror in her life would not have stretched so long had it not been for Caline Bustier's incompetence. Just with the teacher checking Lila's medical notes to know that everything the girl said she suffered was true would suffice. Then all the other lies would be uncovered, like a crumbling house of cards.

But she never did. Not even when Marinette explicitly expressed her concerns. When Adrien took the courage to confess that he felt bad about Lila being overly sticky. Or when Sabrina wept on the teacher's shoulder that Lila had made mean comments about her mother. And also, when Chloe denounced the Italian for homophobia.

Caline Bustier had been complacent. Never moving a finger to help students. Thus, Lila Rossi's greatest facilitator in Dupont.

“Ms. Bustier has nothing to do with it!” Juleka shouts in distress.

It was the first time they had seen her like that.

Lila rolls her eyes.

"Of course she have! Or do you really think that an adult woman with a master's degree, teacher, who deals with children and teens daily for years, would believe everything you say?” Her voice was annoying. “Please, you deify totally wrong people. Where's the critical sense? No one here can see the world without the pink lenses?!”

As soon as Lila finishes speaking, the room was silent. Rose and Juleka had twin expressions of disbelief, Alya cried silently, Nino tried to find support in Nathaniel who was unsure what to do, Kim along with Alix and Max had angry expressions on their faces, Mylene and Ivan hugged tightly to each other.

Aria with her arms around Marinette, both with expressions of pure boredom. Chloe and Rie had sat at Adrien's desk throughout the confrontation, tired of Lila's villain speech. Jian, already away from the Italian, was arms crossed and raised eyebrow. Adrien was the only one in the second group who was minimally disturbed by Lila's words. Clark slept despite all the confusion and Emilie had stolen the model's phone to play while flying around the room.

Lila had a victorious expression on her face as if the speech had solved all her problems.

Oh man. If only she knew.

"Did you get everything?" Marinette says in the silence of the class and everyone looks at her.

“What-” Lila begins.

"I'm not talking to you." The girl cuts her off, her expression disinterested and voice like steel. “I'm talking to him.” Marinette picks up the phone (which has never left her hands since newcomers showed up in the classroom) and shakes it, showing a video call in progress.

“Of course, حبيبتي (habibat).” The person in the video call answers. A youngster. "We are on our way. Don't let her run away.” The call is cut off and Marinette puts the phone in her hoodie pocket.

She stares at Lila. The cold, deadly eyes. Like a predator about to pounce.

“Of course I won't let it. Not anymore.” There was a dangerous smile on her lips. “It's my time to go after you, Li-la! Change our dynamics. Threatening me in the dark corners of the school is getting outdated, so it's time for prey to become a predator, don't you think?”

Lila senses the danger in the girl's words and steps back without thinking. She keeps a brave expression.

“And what do you think you are going to do? Tell your little friend?” She forces a mocking laugh. “Please, Dupain-Cheng. You know you can't against me. Never could.”

Aria lets go of Marinette and the girl slowly makes her way to the Italian, without breaking eye contact for a second. She was waiting for an opening to be able to make her move.

“Are you sure about that, Lila Agnola Rossi?” Lila doesn't hold her breath at the full name. “Because I have a lot of material against you. Your mother helped us a lot. A nice woman, despite working so hard. She needs to rest, don't you think?”

Marinette stops, less than a foot from the Italian, before leaning further. Warm breath hitting Lila's face with how close they were.

“And she said everything, you know? About how you lied about school being closed by akuma attacks, about being bullied and how your boyfriend Adrien Agreste-“ The boy and Emilie make sounds of disgust. "Are considering asking you to marry at graduation!"

Chloe sneers in the background. Aria, Jiàn and Rie laughing at what she said.

“When you-” Lila's lips were pale and her eyes wide.

Marinette leaps away. A smile bordering the maniac on her face.

“You don't know how surprised she was when we said the school was never closed!” She spins, arms raised to the ceiling. "Or that Adrien Agreste has a boyfriend."

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Lila shouted, advancing on Marinette, only to be held back by the hard look the girl sent toward her.

“Imagine the other surprise she had to learn that her little girl was a compulsive and abusive liar? That the only child she gave birth was lying as she breathed? Lila, Lila. Lying about Jagged was your first mistake, Prince Ali the second. The third was about Ladybug.” Marinette lifts a finger at Alya who reacted to the heroine's name. The girl stops. "Ladybug was not at all happy to hear her name was being dragged through the mud by someone as dirty as you."

Lila swallows hard.

“And sweetie? She wants you to pay. Pay for all the times you helped Hawkmoth and endangered innocent people or badmouthed her kitten.” Chloe laughs at Adrien's red face. “She's a very protective bug, you know? Revengeful too.”

"Is this a threat? Is that it? Ladybug sent you to threaten me?” Lila questions.

Marinette crosses her arms, a dark shadow taking over her blueberry eyes.

"Lila, I don't need Ladybug to take you down." She sighs bored. “Who do you think ended Gabriel Agreste?” The students are surprised. The newcomers sat watching like it was a very good movie. Adrien with the biggest smile ever.

“… You're lying!” Lila shouts. “Gabriel was caught by a… anonymous… report… you?!” The voice trailed off until all that was left was a whisper.

"Me." Marinette smiles.

There was a fire burning in Lila's eyes, her teeth showing, a growl deep in her throat.

"How could you?!" She bites. “You destroyed Adrien's life! How could you do this for the boy you love?!”

"Hey! She didn't destroy my life!” Adrien protests in the background, but no one listens to him.

“Ah, please! You're only annoyed because you learned that it was me who destroyed the collar Adrien was kept on and forced to wear. Or do you really believe we didn't know you and Gabriel had a deal about controlling Adrien?” Lila shivers as if she's been shocked. “We know everything. Everything."

“And you went there and put the only family he had in prison. Congratulations Marinette. You have reached a new low level.”

No one blinks for the next scene.

Marinette stretches her left hand straight to Lila's neck, pulling the girl closer to her.

"You don't open that dirty mouth to talk about family." She growls. “That man was nothing more than a piece of shit. Trash to be thrown away. He was never a father or a decent man. Being arrested was the easiest way out for him, because if I could have the opportunity to get my hands on him, you can be sure that today Adrien would have both parents buried.”

Her voice was piercing. Ice spread through the room. Everyone felt the honesty in the girl's words, no hesitation. Lila clamped her hands on Marinette's wrist, trying in vain to pull away.

She was beginning to be terrified of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Let me go." She gasped as she felt the tightness in her neck tighten.

“Adrien hasn't lost a family.” Marinette ignores the girl. Adrien puts Clark in Aria's arms before getting up. He needed to stop that.

“Just now he got one. My parents are keen to make clear what family love really means; Auguste continues to work with him even though he no longer needs it; I taught him what a toxic and abusive relationship was like, how to have siblings and people to support him; Chloe accompanied him for weekly therapy; Kagami and Luka distracted him from panic attacks; Sabrina helped him understand what sexual harassment was. We were all there when he spent weeks locked in his room crying thinking he had no one else. We introduce him to what a family is. And surprise, he's much happier now.” Marinette lets go of Lila's throat and the girl swallowed huge amounts of air.

"He's much better off living in a bakery than in a ghost-filled mansion and empty rooms with people who only knew how to exploit him."

As soon as Marinette finishes talking, Adrien hugs the girl and then the door opens.

“We're here, Minette!” Sabrina's cheerful voice tears the oppressive silence of the room. "And I brought company."

Everyone turned to look at Sabrina and found a lot more people at the door than they thought.

“Dad, Damian, Jon and Kagami have come! Lu and Bruce are there at the office talking to the Director and Ms. Rossi.”

As soon as the five enter the room, Aria rushes into Damian's arms. “بابا! (baba!) You're cuter than 妈妈 (māmā) at this age!”

“… You two are grounded.” It's the only thing Damian says, pointing to Jiàn who was approaching.

“Dad!” Emilie squeals at Jonathan, who just smiles in confusion. “Oh my god, he's so cute! Did you see, papa ?!” She yells at Adrien who hides the red face on Marinette's shoulder.

The girl laughs at him patting his back.

"マ マ (mama)." Rie says respectfully as Kagami looks at her and Chloe sitting at the table.

"... I'm feeling a headache coming." Roger mutters before putting Agent Raincomprix's face and looking at Lila. “Ms. Rossi, I need you to come with me. We have some questions to ask.”

Lila shakes her head in refusal.

"No. I have nothing to talk to you about. Nothing."

Roger sighs. “If you do not come for good, you will come for bad. I really don't want to use force with you.”

"I do not care! I won't go with you!” Lila’s voice rose two octaves. She was starting to get hysterical.

“Ms. Rossi.”

"No! I'm not—” Lila rolls her eyes closed before falling hard to the floor. Marinette stood behind her, the hand with fingers pressed together and the thumb bent. Like a knife.

She relaxes her posture and smiles innocently.

“To avoid more drama.”

Damian sighs. “حبيبتي (habibat).”

She continues to smile innocently.

First Hawkmoth, then Gabriel and now Lila. That was a great way to close a chapter in Marinette's life.

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Thank youuu sm for doing my request!, it was really good :DOKAY HOLD ON- imagine this ✨ step daddy iwaizumi is in the gym doing what normal people do at the gym. It was like his 5 minute break thing when he thought about his baby. He thought that oh she's probably in her college zoom class or something AND THAT MOTHER FUCKER ahm decided it would be funny to send her dick pics AND VIDEOS OF THEM DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT (he did this in the bathroom ofc) "make sure to keep the volume down😣 save yourself from embarrassment."Plz when she opened the text messages WHILE THE FUCKING CAMERA IS ON her face just goes 😦😳He comes back home to find he's cutie touching herself and crying in frustration because she can't come. And as the good daddy he is he help her and even make her squirt on her fav hello kitty bedsheets :)

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“Daddy, daddy, please,” is the first thing he hears when he finally gets back home, and for a split second his mind goes to walking in to find someone else fucking you. “Ah, ah, wanna cum. Please -hmh- make m-me cum, daddy, miss you — so much,” you sniffle, voice high pitched and so soft. But judging by the state of the living room, you clearly threw a little tantrum, so a smile slips on as he walks over to the bedroom.

Pillows having been tossed onto the floor in frustration, laptop abandoned on the table. You must notice his heavy footsteps, because suddenly the house grows very quiet, but the damage has been done. And it doesn’t take much to notice how you’re hidden under the blankets when he opens the door.

“Baby, daddy’s home. What are you doing in here?” he frowns when the lump under the blankets hesitates for a few seconds, then peeking out your head with a pout. It’s only half-hearted, you look so fucking cute right there after all. But still.

“I… I wasn’t doing anything. I just…” you trail off, blinking up at him. Hajime schools his features back into a neutral expression before walking over to the bed. You put your arms over the blanket to keep it in place, eyes widening. “W-wait, daddy. S’not fair, you were sending me things while I was in class. Just wanted to- make t-that weird feeling go away.” You look away when he urges your arms up, giving in so easily for daddy. It’s so cute, almost making him smile. He shouldn’t reward bad behaviour, but fuck, you’re stupidly sexy like this. Looking up at him with heated cheeks and tears in your eyes.

“Hmm, that weird feeling?” He peels the blanket down your body, revealing your tits and hardened nipples, as well as your glistening fingers and wet, fluttering pussy already ready for him. And he groans, because it’s exactly the thing he was imagining when he locked himself in the stall of the gym earlier, quickly fishing out his phone to film.

Sweat shining on the skin of his abs and thighs in the low light, hard cock beading precum that slowly runs down the side of his cock and makes it glisten. He bites the edge of his shirt harder as his tightened fist goes over the head of his cock, squeezing a bit harder to imagine your clenching cunny around his length. “Mhm, always— get me so fuckin’ hard, look how much daddy’s cock is drooling for you,” he grunts under his breath, making sure the video picks up the low tremble of his voice as well as the sounds of him stroking his fat cock to the thought of being home with his baby girl already.

“Wanna fuck that pretty pussy, make it mold to the shape of my cock again. You’d like that, right doll? You’d like daddy fucking you stupid on his big cock, making you forget your words?” He can already imagine how you’d mewl and cry when he gets his hands on you later, cock twitching in his hand when he squeezes again and more precum oozes out. Cock flushed red and veins protruded in both his needy cock and his arms and hands, he already knows what the sight of it all will do. “Stick your fingers in your mouth for me and suck them nice and good, imagine it’s daddy’s cock. M’gonna fuck you so good when I get back home.”

Cumming on his hand and exposed stomach and groaning your name under his breath. He had sent it not too long ago, giving only a quick warning before ignoring his phone for the rest of his workout. But your mom wouldn’t be home for the next few days, so all rules quickly go out the window for him when that’s the case.

“Oh, that weird feeling, hm?” It’s mean, he knows it too. Making you feel guilty for something he set you up for entirely, but alas, rules are rules. His cock already hard again now, twitching against his thigh as he bends down to take a seat on the edge of the bed and takes one of your pointed nipples into his mouth, groaning when you cry so pretty at his warm mouth. The wetness and his tongue rubbing over your sensitive nipple as one hand pinches and rolls the other is enough to have you closing your eyes, gently letting your hands find the collar of his shirt and holding it. Always so fucking precious.

His other hand moves in between your legs, tracing two fingers over the slit and grunting at the warm slick collecting on his fingers so easily. “You’ve been playing with yourself, baby girl, don’t lie.” Obviously, but it’s more fun making you say it, watching you look so embarrassed and guilty you’d do anything to make up. “It’s so wet down here. Tell daddy what you did.” At the order, you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes widening a little as just one finger flicks up to your puffy clit, rubbing the underside of it over and over with swift taps that have your hips bucking. “This?”

“I— I,” you try, looking away from those green eyes to glance at your wall instead, hiding your guilty expression away into another pillow as you pout. “I know -hm, ah- y-you said no touching but I couldn’t focus on anything else, daddy.” Your body curves so easily into his touch when he slides his fingers back along your pussy to prod at the gushing hole with a hum.

“I’ve been watching your video for the past hour. Please don’t be mad.” You tremble when he instantly slides two fingers into your little cunt, thumb resting on your clit and rubbing it that way. It’s not too much yet, but with how long you’ve probably been trying on your own, he knows it won’t take much.

“You know only daddy’s allowed to touch between your legs though.” He curls his fingers into your walls until you cry out at the press of his fingers right into that one spongy spot, watching your expression flip between guilt and pleasure.

“M’sorry, daddy. I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it.” More tears and more embarrassment come when he chuckles at that, and you whine as you cling tighter to his collar.

“Such a bad girl, waiting with your pussy wet and empty for your daddy to come home on your bed next to your stuffies. Always turn into a nasty slut when you get to see some cock, hm?” He sighs, then pulls out his hand to make quick work of his pants. He shoves his boxers down along with it, watching you as you open your mouth to peek out a little, pink tongue at it, automatically opening your legs further at the simple sight of that fat cock glistening with precum for you. “What is it you want, baby?” he grabs onto the base of his cock, slapping it against your pussy with wet paps. “Ask for it.”

You moan, urging him closer when he gets situated in between your legs better, and shake your head side to side to get rid of your tears. “Wan’daddy to f-fuck me, wan—na cum,” you cry though, and as he climbs on top of you you’re quick to hide your face into the crook of his neck with a sob. “Please, daddy, hurts without you. Please make it feel good. Please, please, please, I’ll be good.”

“All this effort to get off and you couldn’t even cum on your own?” He places the tip of his cock between your legs, before grabbing onto your hips and angling them up. “Couldn’t -hng, had to have daddy’s fat cock in here?” He slowly pushes into your tiny slit, watching you struggle to take all of him sliding inside.

“Yes, yesyesyesyesyes. So- s-ohh, hng, big,” you babble against his skin, trying to wiggle your hips down on him faster, get filled faster. ‘Daddy, daddy,’ you breathe every few seconds.

“Slow down, greedy slut.” You’re clearly already out of it with how glazed your eyes are when you look at him. Hajime grunts at the sight, reaching one hand up to grab at your hair and hold you in place that way. Your hands on his shoulders go softer when you clench around him, tiny cunny stretching to take daddy’s fat cock inside entirely and throwing your head back with a whimper when he pushes in the last stretch at once.

All your little cries swallowed by his kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth to keep you quiet. When you cling so tight to him like you want to keep him inside forever, he grins, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You can take it so much better than mom, right?”

“Yes, yes, please, I love daddy more, hmhng- o-only me.” Your eyes roll back when he pulls his hips back to slam in again, hips hitting yours and walls battered so well by the thick cock making it’s way into you, held in place like a little whore. “Wanna have daddy’s cock all to myself,” you cry, wrapping your trembling thighs around his legs to keep him close, breaths growing shallow. You’re so close. “Please, ah, ah, daddy.”

“It’s all yours, baby. Daddy’s cock belongs to this little cunt creaming around it. Now let me help you out, yeah?” And when his hand slides right back between your legs to circle your clit, it’s only a few well aimed thrusts before you’re coming all around him.

[chelseaheskett]

5:22PM, THURSDAY. JANUARY 30TH, 2020.

She hated the idea of Elliot having to do more work after a full day at the office, preparing to take his first solo case to court—but the box for Vanessa’s new bed frame, leaned against the wall in the twins room, was starting to create a safety hazard. Late in the week, when he got home from work, Chelsea greeted him with a kiss and a proposition. The babies were napping in the playpen downstairs, so it gave them the perfect window of opportunity to finally set it up. Well... Chelsea was there for moral support. Verbal encouragement! She was there to supervise. She couldn’t reach down and hand him any of his tools, or anything, so she relaxed into the rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom, sipping on a cool glass of lemonade. “Where are the coveralls!?” She whined when he came into the room and settled onto the floor. Much to her dismay, Elliot had stripped down to a loose white tank top and sweat pants. Chelsea wasn’t happy about it! No matter how good he looked otherwise! Sex fantasies aside, though, they had a job to do. 

Halfway through, when the bottom of the bed frame was all screwed together, Elliot got the best of her. She’d been distracting him the entire time with her running commentary: constantly telling him how good he looked, how much she loved him, how hot this whole thing was making her feel. She got down on the floor under the guise of offering him some assistance, but really it was just an excuse to get close and touch him. His skin was shiny with sweat, his hair was falling all over his face. The touching started out semi innocent. A hand on his back, at the base of his neck, on his bicep. Brushing the hair off his forehead. Kissing him on the cheek, just because she could. Trailing her mouth down to his throat, and kissing his sweet spot until he squirmed. Her hands started to stray, too, until Elliot dropped the screwdriver and construction on the bed momentarily halted. 

Chelsea had to let him finish putting the bed frame together all by his lonesome. A baby monitor went off a few minutes post-orgasm, and Chelsea went and tended to the kids with wobbly legs walking down the stairs. Fed them and started on dinner for her and Elliot while he worked. Took Vanessa to unveil her big girl bed after bath time. She climbed straight over the railing, instead of crawling through the appropriate opening, and squealed. Chelsea scoffed to hide her laughter. “Puppy dog!” Vanessa pointed to one printed on her bed sheets. She’d been a huge help in picking them out when they went shopping the previous weekend. Elliot had to tuck her in. Like Jack’s bed, it was too low to the ground for Chelsea and her pregnant belly. She was getting so big, thirty-two weeks along now, that it was hard to even hold Isaac, and lift him into his crib. Her little boy seemed happy in his cot. Didn’t care too much about Vanessa’s new bed, thank God. Chelsea cuddled him and said goodnight.

Somehow, but somehow not surprising, Elliot was strong enough to move Vanessa’s old crib into their bedroom all by himself. Chelsea kept forgetting about it, and practically tripped over it multiple times in the middle of the night on her way to the toilet. The baby was constantly putting hard pressure on her bladder, and flaring up bursts of pain in her abdomen on and off all night. Elliot must’ve fallen asleep before she did, for once. She felt utterly exhausted and like she’d gotten no sleep whatsoever by the time morning came and Elliot kissed her goodbye, like always, before leaving for work. “Mornin’.” Chelsea mumbled, stretching her arms out. Her bed hair was sticking up in all angles and he smoothed some of it down and out of her face. “Oh, I bet Isaac loved that.” She smiled, sleepy. Elliot kissed her temple and his lips lingered. Chelsea whinged and reached for his tie to pull him back into bed. He was running late. Right! He had court for his case today! “Okay, go, go! Good luck, honey. Not that you need it!” Tomorrow was the weekend—they could cuddle in bed as much as they wanted to then. She adjusted his tie with one eye open. “Okay, baby.” Every other Friday was always when custody week started with Jenny. Chelsea would just have to stack all the babies in the car and pick her up from school later on in the day. Elliot kissed her on the mouth this time. Chelsea sighed into it. “I love you, too! Bye, gorgeous!” She replied, calling out when the warmth of his body was gone and she could hear the bedroom door lightly close behind him. 

12:59PM, FRIDAY. JANUARY 31ST, 2020.

The day was meant to be uneventful. She hadn’t been to the grocery store in awhile, because she absolutely refused to shove all three toddlers into a single shopping cart. A week without her Mom’s help at home and being in constant pain because of the baby was really starting to suck. Donna had been trying to catch up all week, so they could finally talk about the elephant in the room, but Chelsea always had an excuse. Today, she thought she might use it to her advantage. Get it over and done with and get something out of it. She called her phone early morning and Christian answered it. Chelsea tried not to give her emotions away, and politely asked if she could speak to her Mom. Didn’t trade any more niceties, didn’t do small talk. When her Mom got on the other end of the phone, Chelsea simply asked if she could look after the kids for an hour while she went food shopping, and suggested they finally sit down and talk when she got home. Her Mom was eager. Agreed, and didn’t mention the fact that Christian was there, at her house, answering her phone. Disgusting. 

Chelsea shot Elliot through a message, knowing it’d probably take a while to get a response when he had court. She got a reply a little while later, but by that point her phone was in her back pocket, and she was stuck in the kitchen arguing with her Mom. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want him anywhere near me or my family! Period!” Chelsea spun around, dropping the dishes from lunch into the sink. “You know what, Mom? Do whatever the hell you want! You’ve obviously made up your mind if he’s sleeping over at your house.” Chelsea pulled a face, clearly repulsed. 

“Watch how you talk to me, Chelsea.” Donna retorted, like she was still a little girl and not a full grown ass adult. Sure, maybe Chelsea was acting a little bit like a brat, or a child throwing a tantrum, but... this wasn’t okay! How was she meant to just sit still and take this? She refused to accept this. Nope. It wasn’t happening. 

“What do you want me to say, Mom? Do you want me to just lie and say that I’m happy for you? Because I’m not! I’m not happy! I’m fucking furious!” Chelsea cussed. Ignored the literal swear jar, half-stuffed with dollar bills, only a small distance away from her on the kitchen counter. “And the fact that you can’t understand why makes it even worse!” Chelsea’s voice was going hoarse. “Put yourself in my shoes for... for just a second, okay? Your boyfriend assaulted me, he assaulted my husband—”

Donna cut her off. “I know that! I know! I’m not completely blinded by love that—”

“Love?” It knocked the wind out of her entire body. Chelsea squinted at her mother. “This has to be some sort of sick, twisted joke! How can you love him after what he did to me? I’m your child, for God’s sake!” The tears prickled her eyes. 

Her mother took a step forward, almost pleading with her. Chelsea was grateful that they had the kitchen island keeping them apart. “People make mistakes, honey—”

“What, like Elliot?” Chelsea spat, recounting their argument last week. “You might be all about forgiveness, Mom, but trust me when I say that I will never forgive you for throwing that in my face.” She tried her best to keep her voice even and strong. Spoke with conviction.

“You never even let me finish what I was trying to say last week! Stop being so stubborn and listen to me! Please!” 

“No, you listen! As long as you’re seeing Christian, I don’t wanna see you. You can come here, you can see the kids, because they love you and they miss you, but... but that’s it. I’ll be nice, I’ll be polite, but you and me? We don’t have a relationship anymore. I’m done!”

Donna started crying before Chelsea did. “Chels, please—”

“Whatever, I... I’m leaving. I’m going to the store. I can’t even look at you right now.” Chelsea grabbed a tea towel and wiped the soap off her hands. Dramatically threw it onto the counter and started off to leave the room.

“Don’t you dare walk out on me, Chelsea Grace!”

“Yeah? Watch me.” She called over her shoulder. Hastily grabbed her purse and keys from the table in the entryway and slammed the front door behind her. It was loud enough to possibly wake up one or all of the babies from their afternoon nap, but that was her Mom’s problem now. Chelsea waddled to her car, hands gripping her swollen stomach, and slammed that door open and closed, too. Turned the A/C on full blast, to give herself some air. Get her breathing back under control. She drove around the corner from the house to sit and park the car there. Just until she could calm down long enough to make the short drive to the grocery store. 

After a few minutes of meditative breathing, and stroking her stomach, Chelsea’s phone buzzed with a message. She was surprised when MY BABY 💞 💖💕 flashed on the screen; fully expecting her mother to be bombarding her with notifications after their argument. Chelsea opened the text, quickly scanned over the message. She was too keyed up to reply. Locked her phone and dropped it into her cup holder, leaving Elliot unanswered. For now, at least. She shifted gears and started to drive. Blasted the radio, so she didn’t have to think. Repeated eggs, over and over under her breath, so she wouldn’t forget.

Grocery shopping was nice. Distracting. She got a couple cereal boxes of cinnamon toast crunch for Jenny. Filled a cart to the brim with food and fruit and diapers. Got supplies so she could make them enchiladas for dinner. Chelsea’s feet were sore and swollen. She’d only been walking around for half an hour, tops, and she was already exhausted. She arched her back and stretched, feeling achey all over. The baby was misbehaving. She was almost at the checkout with her shopping cart when she remembered eggs. Huffing, she rolled her cart down a couple more aisles until she found them. She reached up to grab a carton and toss it into her cart. 

She felt the pressure build up in her abdomen. It built until she could feel it pop, and then release, and fluid started to trickle down between her thighs. “Shit!” Chelsea cursed. She fumbled and the carton of eggs splattered on the floor, all yolk and eggshells and amniotic fluid. She was wearing a dress, so the water dripped right down her legs and pooled at her feet. Soaked her sneakers. The fluid was blood-tinged, from what she could see past the cracked eggs. “Oh God, oh no.” She gripped the handlebars of the shopping cart, breath accelerating. It was gushing out of her, without any signs of stopping.

“Hey, are you alright?” One of the grocers approached, wearing a uniform and carrying a yellow caution cone, ready to clean up her mess.

Chelsea was hunched over, one hand white-knuckling the bars on the cart and the other cradling her stomach, as if she could hold herself together. As if she had the power to stop this from happening. “I think my—my water just broke, but I... I’m not ready. It’s too early.” Chelsea said, voice shrill, breath ragged. 

The guy looked like he was barely out of high school. His face went a little pale. “I... I’ll...” He stammered. “I’ll call 911.” He pulled a cellphone out of his back pocket. Someone else walked over; another shopper, Chelsea assumed. An older woman. A stranger with kind eyes. She started rubbing her back for some comfort. “Is there anyone I can call for you, darling?” The nice lady asked, pressing circles into her skin. 

“My husband. He’s in court right now, he’s—he’s a defense attorney, I—” Just to clarify, so the woman didn’t get the wrong idea. Chelsea sifted through her purse to retrieve her phone. 

“An ambulance is on the way.” The kid said, still looking alarmed.

Elliot’s number was at the top of her favourites list. Next to her Mom, and Macy, and Caleb, and Amy, and Lola. Chelsea thumbed over his contact info to call him. It went straight to voicemail. “His phone must be off.” Chelsea cried, raking a hand through her hair. She tried again, for good measure. And again. And again. Nothing. “I’m only thirty-two weeks along, I can’t—I can’t be doing this.” The lady hushed her, told her to breathe, guided her through it. Chelsea was trying her hardest not to keep track of the amount of blood in the fluid on the floor. The grocer left and came back with another caution sign. People around them stared, looked concerned. Tears were streaming down her face, and fluid was still dripping down her legs. “Please, God.” Chelsea prayed through a sob. 

Her first contraction came when the paramedics loaded her up into the back of the ambulance. She gritted her teeth and cried out in agony. Fisted the sheet on the gurney. “Is he gonna be okay? It’s too early. It’s too early!” Chelsea rushed through asking when the pain finally passed. One of the paramedics stayed in the back with her, hooking her up to machines and checking her vitals, while the other one drove. No sirens, Chelsea noticed. The paramedic reassured her. Asked her some questions: if this was her first pregnancy, if she’d ever had complications like this before. Asked about the gestational diabetes. Asked if they could call someone else for her, since Elliot still wasn’t answering his phone. The paramedic took hold of Chelsea’s phone and dialled through to her Mom. 

The woman quickly explained the situation to Donna over the phone. Chelsea could hear Isaac crying in the background, even with the receiver covered. After a minute, the paramedic put the phone on loud speaker. “Chelsea, honey, are you okay? What can I do?” 

“I need... I need you to get a hold of Elliot. Please. I don’t know how, I just...” Chelsea’s mouth was dry. “He’s in court, he’s with Macy. Call Amy, or something, I don’t know. Get word to him somehow, please. Please.” She was still panicked. “I can’t do this! Not now.” She cried some more. “Mom, I’m scared.” 

“I know, honey. I know. It’s going to be okay. Let me go so I can get in touch with him, or someone at the courthouse. You and bub are gonna be fine, okay?” Chelsea nodded, even if her mother couldn’t see it. “I’ll see you soon, hon.” Donna hung up. Chelsea didn’t get a chance to say anything else. Not a goodbye, nothing. She shoved her phone back into her bag. Braced herself for her next contraction.

They stuck her into a birthing suite as soon as they arrived at the hospital. A nurse helped her out of her wet clothes and got her into a hospital gown. Slowly walked her over to the bed and got her to sit down, propped up by some pillows. Chelsea kept her phone close, squeezed inside her palm in case Elliot called. Or her Mom. The OB/GYN on call came in to examine her. Left Chelsea crying for a minute or two to discuss something with a nurse or a midwife or whoever holding a tablet in the corner of the room. “She was here, what? Christmas Eve? Who was on that night? They should’ve picked this up.” The doctor said, hushed and frustrated. “Oh, Johnson? Figures.” Chelsea pretended like she wasn’t listening in on their conversation, but a spike in her heart monitor gave her away. The doctor, Dr. Hernandez, typed some notes onto the tablet before coming back over to sit between Chelsea’s legs. 

“So, Chelsea, you’ve got what’s called an incompetent cervix. Or cervical insufficiency—not that it sounds much better, as a term, but... what that means is that your cervix has already begun to shorten... dilate pre-term.” Dr. Hernandez said, sympathy showing on her face as she explained. Chelsea whimpered. Scrunched up her face, completely confused and trying to control her reactions to the pain she was feeling. “Basically your cervix isn’t strong enough to withstand the weight of the baby. Most likely brought on by the fact that your previous pregnancy was carrying twins.” She continued. “And even though you’re only thirty-two weeks along, he’s a big boy. Top percentile, I saw in your notes.” She smiled, as if this was meant to be comforting. “So it makes sense that this has happened. I’m sorry this wasn’t picked up on sooner. You’ve been regularly attending all of your appointments?”

Chelsea nodded around a sob. “Can you—can you fix it?” She pleaded.

“Normally, if detected early, yes. But with your membranes already having been ruptured—with your water already broken, it’s not safe. There’s risk of infection for you and the baby if we don’t get him out soon. And you’re already dilated a couple centimetres. So we’ll monitor you for the next couple of hours and see how things progress.” 

Chelsea’s breathing was laboured. “No, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t have this baby now. I can’t.” She shook her head. “I can’t do this. I can’t—I need my husband. I can’t do this without him. I need him here.” She rambled through her tears, frantic. “I don’t wanna do this.” Like she had any other choice, at this point. 

“You’re still a few hours off, in my opinion. He should get here before the baby comes.” The doctor reassured her. Lightly patted her forearm. “You won’t be alone. I’ll be here every step of the way.” Chelsea cried harder, because it wasn’t the same. Her Mom had been there for Jack. Her Mom and Elliot had been there for the twins. Now she was virtually alone. No family, no support. She’d practically disowned her mother a couple of hours ago, anyway! Chelsea was starting to hiccup, she was crying so heavily. “What’s your pain level at?” Dr. Hernandez asked. Chelsea simply shrugged, trying her best to calm herself down. “You’re highly distressed right now, Chelsea. I’m going to suggest that I give you a sedative, and something else to numb some of the labour pains. Is that okay?” Chelsea nodded, head dipped back into the pillows, eyes closed. Willing this not to happen, willing it all to be over.

Exhaustion set in. Everything felt fuzzy, because of the drugs. She kept her phone balanced on her chest, waiting for some sort of update from someone. Her Mom, or Elliot, or anybody. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been waiting. How many contractions she’d cried through, all on her own. She was all alone. Her head swimming, like she was drunk. She had to fight to keep her eyes open. The doctor hadn’t been back in awhile. Chelsea had to wonder if anybody, hospital staff or not, would come to check up on her. If anybody cared, at this point. She felt about ready to fade away. 

One of the monitors started rapidly beeping. Chelsea struggled to lift her head off her pillow in time for one of the nurses to run in. “Code pink!” She shouted out into the hallway. Pushed a button on the wall, and the speakers overhead repeated her phrase: CODE PINK, BED 13. CODE PINK.

“What’s happening?” Chelsea mumbled. Tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but the nurse forced her back down. Adjusted the gurney so it was flat, so Chelsea was completely lying down. Pulled the railings up, ready for transport. A team of doctors rushed into the room. She hadn’t seen any of them before. They started wheeling her out of the birthing suite. Dr. Hernandez was suddenly there by Chelsea’s side, hands gripping around the bed railing to help push her to their next destination.

“Okay, Chelsea. The baby’s heart rate dropped dangerously low, so we’re taking you in for an emergency c-section now. We’re gonna get this little guy out, safe and happy. Okay? Do you understand?” She was too doped up on drugs to properly respond. Kind of nodded. Felt too numb and exhausted to fully understand the weight of what the doctor was saying. Dangerously low, thirty-two weeks along, emergency c-section. Safe and happy. The baby would be safe and happy. Everything would be okay. Okay. She understood. “We’re gonna put you under general anaesthesia. We need to hurry—to make sure the baby is doing okay.” The doctor continued to explain.

It happened pretty fast once they got inside the operating room. They transferred her from the bed onto the table. Roped her off from the chest down, so she couldn’t see anything. The anaesthesiologist got her mask ready, holding it by her face. Dr. Hernandez paid her a visit one final time. “You ready to meet your son?” She asked, hopeful and optimistic. 

“His name is Luca.” Chelsea said, groggy. “Luca Elliot.”

They made her count. Count down to blacking out, with the mask finally covering her face. Chelsea didn’t want to count. For once, she didn’t. Her eyes fluttered shut, trying to fight it. Still trying to stop this from happening. Wanting it to be Elliot’s face hovering over her, not some nameless doctor. Not anybody else. No numbers, only Elliot. In her daze, she tried to picture him. The lines around his mouth and his eyes when he smiled. Only Elliot. Chelsea sucked in her last breath, until everything faded and disappeared around her. Until everything emptied out and there was nothing but darkness. 

“Mr. Holt.” The doctor called out, grabbing Elliot’s attention. Still in her scrubs. Now that it was all over and done with, she could explain it to him properly. The man stood from his waiting room chair, expectant. Frantic. 

“During the c-section, your wife’s bladder was lacerated—which isn’t something unheard of happening during these types of emergency abdominal procedures. She lost a lot of blood, so we had to keep her under anaesthesia and prolong surgery to make the appropriate repairs. Do a blood transfusion. Her bladder is fixed, but she’ll have to use a foley catheter for a few weeks. They’re wheeling her into recovery now. You should be able to see her in a little while.” Dr. Hernandez smiled, polite and professional. 

Her gaze drifted to, who she assumed was, Chelsea’s mother. They had the same face. The woman was pushing a stroller back and forth in a steady rhythm with her foot. “There was, however, another complication during the reparative surgery. Cardiac issues run in the family?” She remembered what it said on the family medical history in Chelsea’s chart. “Midway through surgery, Chelsea's heart gave out. She flatlined. We lost her for a few moments, but managed to revive her. She’s stable now, thankfully, and we’ll be closely monitoring her and her heart over the coming days. Our best cardiologist is on it.” If that was any comfort. It couldn’t’ve been easy news to digest. It never was.

A nurse walked past and Dr. Hernandez stopped her in her tracks by catching her arm. “Hey, would you please show Mr. Holt here to the NICU?” She asked. Looked at Elliot. “You should be able to see your son, now.” Smiled, again. “I’ll have someone come get you when your wife is out of recovery and ready to have visitors.” The doctor squeezed his arm before turning to leave, ducking back into recovery to tend to his wife. 

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[highqueenofelfhame]

when we were kids, two.

Her first stop upon stepping off the plane and into her rental car had been a ride straight to Rowan Whitethorn’s house. It was small and simple, a white house with green shutters like Aelin had wanted at the time. Looking at it from the outside, it was entirely the same. Even the dog sleeping on the edge of the porch with her nose drooping over the side. 

“Fleetfoot,” she said, but the dog didn’t come. She was frowning at her, hand shielding her face from the part of the sun that was managing to wiggle its way between her sunglasses when the front door opened a man walked out. 

At first, she had half the mind to think she was at the wrong house. That maybe Rowan didn’t still live in their little house anymore. That, maybe, he lived somewhere else. But then she noticed that the silvery hair - piled on top of his head in the messiest bun she’d ever seen - only looked darker than it was because it was smudged in places with some sort of black substance. Grease, maybe, but she couldn’t really tell. Not that it mattered. This was not the Rowan Whitethorn that she had left behind. 

That man was a boy in comparison to the one that stood on the front porch, looking at her like he’d seen a ghost. Because this man was completely packed with muscle. This man was all hard lines and angles and a very feminine part of her pointed out just how hard she was ogling him but gods above had the years been kind to him. Rowan, it seemed, looked better than he’d ever looked when they were together. Rowan had transformed into something else entirely. Handsome before, but gods above her mouth was dry and she needed a drink. 

“What… are you doing here?” His words were slow and careful, as though he were at a complete loss. She could understand why. Aelin hadn’t been back to Orynth since she’d left when she was twenty. Rowan had been twenty-one, and now the man before her was twenty-nine and every inch of him was corded with muscle that she didn’t know where it came from. He’d always had a nice body, but… this was something else entirely. The sleeves of his shirt nearly struggled to keep his biceps contained, Gods above and — 

And she was engaged to be married. 

“I need my papers signed, Rowan. You wouldn’t do it with me in Rifthold so I thought if I came here you’d stop fucking around and sign my damn papers.” His face went completely blank and he turned and walked back inside, the screen door of their house - his house - slamming behind him. It took everything in her to not stomp her foot and scream in rage. Instead, she stormed up the steps and let herself in, guns blazing and ready to fight. “Do you have any idea how expensive my attorney is?”

“Ending our marriage is just about money to you?”

“Getting a divorce is about freeing myself from your stubborn ass!” The wildfire that she’d always felt around him was just that, wild and out of control. Her face was red with fury, her skin crawling in a way that only Rowan could manage.

“Get out of my house.”

“Sign my papers, Rowan Whitethorn, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” Rowan snorted, ignoring her statement entirely as he gestured toward the front door with his beer. 

“You’ll do what I want before I even touch those papers, Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius. Get out.” He had started walking toward her and, in a moment of embarrassing intimidation, she nearly tripped over herself as she stumbled backwards and out the door. Gods, he was huge. He’d always been a good head taller than her, but now with all the muscle… with his jaw clenched like that he was downright scary. 

Before she even realized she was outside on the porch, he jerked the door and slammed it in her face.

“Why won’t you just sign my papers!” 

~*~

From inside, her voice was muted but he knew what she had yelled. Why won’t you just sign my papers? A lot of reasons, the first being —

“Because you have turned into some fire-breathing bitch and I’d like nothing more than to piss you off!”

He had been furious enough when he had recognized that, after eight years, his wife was back in Orynth. Not only was so back, she was being an ungrateful brat, yelling at him and throwing tantrums in his driveway like she owned the damn place. The house was in his name, thank you very much. 

The anger only manifested when, as he downed several gulps of his beer, that he heard the lock click and the door swing open. Again, like she owned the damn place. It might have been their house, but she had been gone for so long that there wasn’t a corner that still smelled like her. Even the room that housed what she had left behind didn’t carry a single ounce of her scent anymore. If anything it smelled as musty as their marriage. He tried not to go into that room. 

Rowan turned slowly on his heel to find his bitch of a wife staring at him with a hand on her hip and the spare key she’d hidden nine years ago held between two fingers. 

At the time, it had been a running joke. It had been funny that Rowan didn’t know where the key was because he wasn’t ever the one who needed it. Aelin locked herself out constantly and Rowan used to joke that if she told him where it was, that he’d start getting locked out, too. Now that she was using it to practically break and enter, Rowan didn’t find it so funny. But Aelin did. 

Knowing it would likely backfire, Rowan pulled out his phone and sent off a text, praying to any god that would listen to dispose of his wife. He didn’t care if that disposal happened at the bottom of a lake. Or a ravine. A quarry, even. He just wanted her gone and off his property. Never-mind that the property used to be theirs. It was his, and she had no right to be on it. 

“You can’t call the police on me for walking into my own damn house,” she all but shrieked when the police car, flashing lights and all, rolled into the driveway. 

“You don’t live here,” he hissed at her, reaching for the key in her hand that she managed to keep out of his grip. Nobody had ever got quite so deep under his skin like Aelin had. It was like having a thousand splinters shoved under your fingernails. She herself was a splinter in the nail bed that was his life. 

Rowan let out a heavy sigh and walked over to the front door when he heard the police car door slam shut, silently hoping it be anyone but —

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, as I live and fucking breathe,” the low voice grumbled, followed by quick footsteps that resulted in two strong arms snatching up her lithe body. Aelin went from squealing to sobbing in seconds, and Rowan could make out the way her shoulders shook with something between excitement and remorse at what she left behind. If she even felt that sort of thing. 

If only Lorcan had answered the plea for help himself and not sent Aedion fucking Ashryver instead. 

~*~ 

Seeing Aedion again after eight years was a combination of the best and worst thing to happen to her today. Arguing with Rowan had definitely been worse, but… leaving Aedion behind again wasn’t going to be easy. Some small part of her had hoped to slip into Orynth and back out again without having to see her family at all, but she knew how awful that was. 

It wasn’t because she didn’t love her family. Aelin adored her parents. Aedion had been her best friend besides Rowan growing up. She missed Aedion and her mom and dad every single day. Some days so much she felt like she couldn’t breathe. On those days, she tended to roll closer to Chaol and hold him tighter because it felt like he was all she had in the world. 

But her parents didn’t want to visit her in Rifthold, and Aedion had come once and never gone back after that. In the pending divorce, it was like Rowan had won the dog and her family. Not to mention his own. Fleetfoot hadn’t even come to her when she’d called her. 

But now, with her arms tight around Aedion’s neck for the first time in six years, some part of her felt whole again. She wasn’t a fire-breathing bitch to Aedion, she was only ever Aelin. 

Maybe she hadn’t lost everyone in the divorce after all. 

~*~

The entire drive to her parents house, they talked about everything they’d missed like they’d not spoken in years. It wasn’t true, they talked almost every day, but there was something different about seeing someone in person when it had been such a long time that you looked like different people. 

Even as they drove by different landmarks around the city, Aedion brought up different memories or shenanigans they had all gotten into when they were younger. And gods did it feel good to laugh so freely with her hand in his. 

But the closer they got to her parents house, the closer she got to revealing the news of her engagement to her mom and dad, the heavier the weight seemed to be. She was asking a man for a divorce so she could spin right into another marriage. A divorce from a man that they loved and had spent more time with in his life than they had her own. Divorcing a man that was literally a son to them to wed someone they only knew through photos. It was a sinking feeling, but not because she wasn’t thrilled about marrying Chaol. But because she was thrilled about divorcing Rowan. 

“Aelin?” Her mother’s voice was laced with surprise as she took in her only daughter sliding out of Aedion’s police cruiser. The weak smile that she gave her mom didn’t say everything she wished it did, but the tears that started to fall very well may. When her mom wrapped her arms around her Aelin couldn’t help the sobs that broke out for a second time that evening. She had missed her mother’s cool touch, her loving embrace, her scent so fiercely that she hadn’t even realized how much. “Rhoe! Our baby is home!” Her father didn’t hesitate to pull her from her mother’s arms, only for her mom to worm her way back into the embrace. It was the happiest she had felt in a long time. 

“I can’t believe you saw Aedion first -”

“I picked her up from Rowan,” Aedion interjected, hands sliding into his pockets as he leaned against the front porch. Aelin gaped at him, wanting to throw a vulgar gesture over her shoulder while her parents led her inside, but his laughter followed her in as he shouted he’d be back tomorrow. Good. She wanted her parents to herself. 

“So we’re last priority, is it?” Rhoe asked, sitting on the couch and tugging Aelin to sit beside him. She offered him a half smile, wiping at her nose with her other hand. 

“That’s not how it is, Daddy, I just need Rowan to sign my divorce papers is all.” Her father leaned back a bit at that, brows raised in what she could only assume was surprise. But why? Aelin had been trying to divorce Rowan for years. 

“Maybe he’s changed, Fireheart,” he said softly, and Aelin snorted in surprise. Behind her, she could hear her mother clicking her tongue at her father as if telling him to knock it off. 

“Nobody can change that much. He showed up half-drunk to our wedding and threw up on my shoes. We didn’t dance at our reception, he forgot his vows, he —”

“Was a boy then. He has grown into a fine man, and -”

“You know who is a fine man, Dad?” Aelin, nostrils flared began to dig through her purse until she found the engagement ring Chaol had slid on her finger days before. She shoved it onto her finger so hard that she almost broke her nail in the process.  “My fiance. My fiance is a fine man that doesn’t tell me I’m a fire-breathing bitch for going after what I want. He isn’t going to ruin my wedding day, he’s going to show up to the reception and dance with me, and dammit, Dad, he loves me more than Rowan ever did. So please, save your breath on selling Rowan on me again. This is unreal.” Aelin pushed herself to her feet, grabbed her bags, and began walking herself back to her old room. “I’m going to bed.”

@starseternalnighttriumphant @musicmaam @city-of-fae @kandasboi @the-regal-warrior @empire-of-wildfire @tangledraysofsunshine  @lorcansalvaterree @valarian-trash @hey-its-grey @sleeping-and-books @thephilosophyofblank @breezyfreezey @westofmoon @tonystarksbish @mariamuses @thereaderandfangirl @silvermindedwarrior @rosesandglass @xxhopelesspeachesxx @maraadyyer @flowerspringsea @the-bookloving-girl @vartineh @mis-lil-red @but-she-was-aelin-galathynius @dreamcatchersimss @chemicha @vi0let-femmes​ @ttakeitbacknoww​ @http-itsrebecca 

#wwwk #when we were kids #wwwk2 #rowaelin

[jjba-hell]

Fate and Fortune

Part 17.

You can find part 16 here for a refresher but the rest of the story is under the fate and fortune tag.

Moots :3 @fyre23 @risottoneroo

Getting a bit darker for this one with some familial trauma, hospitals, morgues and needles and such. Very Vera centered- the boys will be back real soon though- like I might double post to keep the story moving soon.

Arriving at the hospital she only agreed to the blood transfusion- her blood pressure getting a few concerned eye widenings from the nurses. But if there was one place she hated being in, it was a hospital. Especially in the state she was in.

The transfusion had just finished and the nurse was coming in with a gown and a drip.

“No.” She practically sprung up, pressing into the little hole in her right arm with the cotton ball taped to it. “I’m not staying the night.”

“Ma’am, do I need to fetch your guardian?”

“Is that a threat?” Vera almost hissed at the disinterested little nurse. Lucky for her Avdol came into the room with just a bandage around his neck. She figured she had healed him quick enough to avoid anything serious.

“I know you hate it-“ Avdol started with palms facing her as he approached her.

“No Avdol, I’m not staying.”

“Your blood pressure was too low- we’re gonna need to keep you for observation.” The nurse turned to Avdol as she spoke the next part. “Can we offer a sedative to help ease her hysteria?”

Vera’s jaw dropped. “A sedative-? Why you!” She lunged straight into Avdol’s arm- not that it was her intention.

“Vera! As soon as you get the green light, I’ll take you away myself but we can’t risk it at this point! We’ve come too far.”

He sternly put her back down beside the hospital bed- her gaze avoiding his own intense golden one. She never could argue with him.

“Fine, but you can forget the gown.”

He smiled, folding his arms in front of his chest. “I’ll have Jotaro bring you an overnight bag in about half an hour, would that be more agreeable?”

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.” She sat back down on the bed to let the nurse jab the needle into her arm and leave her be for the night.

Jotaro had only swung by briefly with her overnight bag in hand.

He watched as she fed her connected arm through her tank top before taking the bag from the hook and feeding it through the same shirt.

“You move pretty well for someone who was nearly limb locked in the car.” He grumbled from his seat across the room.

“Might have been the blood- I feel fine now.”

He only hummed in agreement as she crawled into the crinkling hospital bed patting the bed beside her.

“I can’t. They wouldn’t even let me in to drop your stuff off, let alone stay past visiting hours.

Her head dropped against the pillow in frustration- groaning. “Fuck.”

Vera hopped back up onto her feet and pulled the drip with her as she walked over to Jotaro with his elbows on his knees.

He rose up as she got closer, bending down to give her a kiss on her forehead- a gesture that would have shocked her if she didn’t know it was his way of leveling with her- Vera seemed to mellow out under such tender physical gestures, even if it wasn’t necessarily his first choice.

“I’ll be back by morning.” Was all he could say as he gave her hand one final squeeze before leaving the room.

“Good night.”

With a reluctant sigh she crawled back into bed.

In a sense the fever that hit her a few hours later brought relief to her- somewhat. The intensity of a stand fever could never compare to a regular fever. So when she shot out of the hospital bed at 3am as if she was on fire, it came as no surprise to her mind as her body searched for relief- any kind of relief.

Vera ripped the needle from her arm and on shaky legs pushed the hospital door open to a very dark and very empty hallway. Her own feet betrayed her and with an ugly thud she acquainted herself with the floor- which gave her just a temporary cooling relief for the heat but she needed more.

Maybe it was hallucinations of her own muddled mind but the sight of her mother at the end of the hallway... it sparked a strange sense of excitement.

“Mom?” Her voice came out raspy and distorted to her own ears. Her dad’s face peaked just a bit behind her mother’s raven hair- the two looking at her fondly, as if she was a silly child in the play park, as if they were trying to get her to come back home.

“Dad?” She stumbled up to her feet, using the wall to get closer to what she knew was probably a mirage.

“Come on, angel. You don’t have all the time in the world.” Her dad spoke softly but just as she had gotten close enough to fall into their arms they walked off down a different hallway.

“Don’t strain yourself too much, Vera.” Her mother called back but how could she listen when all she wanted was to hold them one more time. The chance was right in front of her, right now! When would she ever get the chance again so while clutching the walls for support she ran after them.

Three more hallways, down two flights of stairs and one more hallways- she pushed past the swinging doors to what she could only in that moment puzzle together was the very reason she dreaded being in the hospital- the morgue.

“This one’s empty, angel. It might be a bit intense but it should help you think more clearly.”

Was it a stand attack? She wasn’t sure anymore. But when her hand gripped the metal door lock and opened, the cold flowing from the freezer hitting her body seemed too welcoming to ignore. She slid the tray out only about half way to climb on and slide herself back in.

The relief she felt was almost instant the second her skin met the metal table and then enveloped as she slid in.

Her breath seemed to come easier, so she turned on her stomach- keeping her hand on the edge of the door so she could still leave when she woke up from the fever dream.

And a fever dream it was. Soon as her head lolled down against her own arm and her eyes slid shut she was thrown into the little sun room she and her parents would have breakfast in. Sitting on the slightly uncomfortable little chair as she stared down at her bowl of granola and dried fruits. Beside her, her parents had their favorite breakfasts laid out in front of them. Her mom- avocado toast. And her dad- eggs Benedict.

When her mom spoke she spoke with a voice not just her own- “Vera.”

At the sound of her name she gave a deep breathe in, still not moving her eyes as the my fixated on the almond among her granola. “Do you blame yourself?” Her mother asked again.

Vera’s gaze lazily lifted up to meet her mother’s gaze. “What?”

“Well it’s quite common in this situation for a survivor to feel a kind of... guilt, angel.” Her father spoke in the same voice- multiples with only his recognizable to her.

“What situation?” Was she supposed to feel guilty for climbing into the morgue freezer?

Her father smiled warmly at her, as if the answer was so simple. “The accident.”

As if to prove a point, a warm liquid dropped onto her lap and in panic she looked over at her mom- who was slumped over the now empty table- her throat bleeding out once more and her dad not too different.

Vera shot up from her seat and tried to scurry away, falling over her own chair in panic. Why couldn’t she close her eyes? “Why are you haunting me?” She whimpered- her hands shaking as she tried to bite back her tears. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry I let them disturb your peace! I’m sorry I wasn’t there to take care of you! I’m sorry I didn’t bury you properly!”

The tears blurred her vision just enough for her to blink them away and when she opened them again- the tiled sun room was gone and the three of them was knelt down in the middle of the desert- a scale between them. After a moment she realized she was on one side of the scale with her parents on the other- gaping holes in their chests.

“We had found peace the first time we were buried, my angel.” She looked between her parents, both of their throats scarred but healed at least- Vera’s heart sat stubbornly in her throat.

The answer to the first question they had asked her finally came to mind and with a few breaths, trying to steady herself she answered. “It was my fault. I was supposed to take care of you! It’s my fault you’re dead in the first place!” She clawed into her knees, tears falling onto her striped pajama shorts. “I was weak and useless and I’ve been getting stronger for what? When all of this is over- regardless of outcome- I won’t ever be able to see you again. I’d give anything just for you hold me again.”

Vera felt like a child throwing a tantrum. Her parents were long gone and here she was, screaming at the figments of her own imagination- as if they could change the despair in her heart.

The sand beneath her legs seemed to shift and change once more and the comforting touch of her mother- so accurate she’d swear it was real- came to rest on her shoulder, soon joined by her father’s.

She had wished for an embrace so bad and they had complied. Her mom stroked her hair as her dad held them all close- the warmth being so welcoming.

“You have to stop blaming yourself, angel. You have to let go.”

Vera hid her face in the crook of her mother’s neck. “I miss you so much, how can you ask something like that of me?”

“You have to stop binding yourself to this pain, Vera. You need to stop looking back.” Her father squeezed them in tight a bit more.

That moment, she could have stayed in forever, travel in the underworld surrounded by their love. But the ground gave out all around them- wherever they were and not before long she had slipped from their grasp and said goodbye for the very last time.

With a jerk on impact in her dream she twitched herself awake in the freezer. Her fever was still raging but there was no way she was going to endure it in a morgue.

Four in the morning she had called a cab and asked to stop at the convenience store outside the hotel. The world spun as she got out of the car and picked up four bags of ice which she paid with whatever cash she could find in her pocket.

In the cab she slipped a few ice cubes into the back of her shirt on quietly suckled on one in her mouth as the cabby drove- the confused look he gave as he watched her bring a cold hand to the back of her neck.

After paying for the cab and booking in at the front desk she pried the plastic bags of ice open and poured it into the bathtub. Thankfully it was a fancy hotel and she didn’t have to worry about a dirty tub. The cold water hadn’t even started to float the ice before Vera laid her back down on the ice and let the water creep up behind her.

The ice felt like it was melting fat too quickly against the rampant fever overtaking her body. She let the water run until her head was floating in the surface along the ice- closing the taps with a sigh.

At least this round felt easier. The pain and heat were intense but she had just enough control to try and focus on keeping herself alive. It seemed bizarre still, though- having a second stand fever? Someone with two stands was absolutely improbable... so was it Fortune? Were they- changing?

Vera lifted her head just enough to look at the time on the wall clock across the hotel room.

4:55.

Cool, five minutes. She promised herself she’d submerge herself for just five minutes- she’d managed this time before.

The cold enveloping her skin truly was soothing- she couldn’t help but wonder if her body enjoyed this ease of aches and pains when Avdol would dip her into the water like this- the first time round.

Her mind wandered around the sight of her parents’ gaping chests. Of course- her father had been a believer of the ancient faith. Her mother converted not long after they had met- even if her catholic roots still affected her view of the world- she was pretty sure there weren’t angels in Egyptian faith. At least they were together. Hearts weighed by Anubis and sent off to their afterlife... at least they were together.

What would weigh heavy on her heart? Would it be Enya’s blood on her hands? Would it be the loneliness she had become so well acquainted with in the cold rainy dorm room at the boarding school? Would it be the guilt and grief of missing her parents?

Let go.

It seemed so simple. To just let it all go.

“I have been letting go.”

The voice in her head sounded so much like her own. But the ones echoing behind it most certainly wasn’t you. “You’ve been running, Vera. Forgetting, not forgiving.”

The voice made her realize- she hadn’t been keeping count of how long it had been since her head was submerged. But when she tried to break the surface of the water- her forehead met with a layer of ice. It can’t be. She opened her eyes to look at the frosted surface of the water above her but the bathtub had suddenly become so much deeper. In the darkness seeming to stretch to the bottom of the ocean behind her, the rune symbols on Fortune’s dials glowed an ominous red.

“Why do you run?”

“Because the past can’t.”

They didn’t answer. But a sinking feeling around her right leg started to drag her down. Instinctually- she kicked and flailed her limbs to stay closer to the surface- unavailable as it was.

“Only you can remove the chains, Vera.”

The red runes became swallowed by darkness as her arms grew tired and Fortune watched her get dragged down.

It felt like she was sinking forever as she eventually gave up. Was it really that easy? What would happen if she reached the bottom? Would the water in her lungs become real and some reaper would come pick her up? Would they take the ball and chain with her?

The chains seemed so loose- maybe just a quick slip away from freedom.

But why bother? What was out there that she’d miss? The warm chai Avdol brewed on Sunday mornings? Would she be able to leave the boarding school after her graduation anyway?

Hugs. She’d miss the hugs. Even from Mr Joestar. Smoke break shenanigans with Polnareff. The looming safety of Jotaro’s presence behind her. Kakyoin’s gentle hand holds. It had only been what? A month since she’d even started to experience these things. How would it feel... once it was all over and the ball and chain was gone? Was it enough to find out?

If she could sigh, she would have. But instead she curled up a bit, unhooked the loose chain around her right ankle and let herself float.

Her hands broke the surface of the water first- the ice gone as quickly as it was there. Her breath came easy- as if she didn’t feel like she was drowning. Crisp and refreshing, very reminiscent to that same time she had woken from the first fever. When the cold shot right through to her bones, she knew the fever was over.

Her eyes slid open to meet Fortune standing beside the bathtub- a bit different from what they usually looked like with the new displayed dial in the center of their collarbone.

“I see why you don’t talk.” Vera laughed to herself, sinking a bit back into the water to lay her head on the edge of the bath.

Coincidentally her eyes met with the clock on the wall she had looked at before going under...

4:55.

“I guess that’s what the new dial is for.”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 3 #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #muhammed avdol #fate and fortune #OC Vera #OC content

[xathia-89]

Fudging the Dates

Based off a RP that happened in the Mansion discord server. Tagging @shrimpalompa @gossamer-dreams-ravens-wings and @jennacat84 for use of their OCs/ mention of. I don’t think I can work out who is doing who in the Mansion but it’s so much fun, and I’m hoping I can transcribe more adventures in the future. Please enjoy, and if you would like an invite to the server then please message Shrimpi. 

***

She was more than a little pissed. She had been tracking her cycle diligently for years to avoid this, but now it seemed like her body had betrayed her, or someone had fudged the dates on her. The glare Sebastian had been given when she entered should have warned the whole mansion away after her coat had been thrown across the hallway in a pique of a tantrum. She had left earlier in the day to try and clear her head after seeing Leonardo for confirmation of the problem, but it had seemed as though that was not going to happen after hearing rumours of her husband back in the city without telling her, and also in the presence of an unknown woman. 

One of the books that was balanced precariously on her desk was sent flying across the room, with a shriek that threatened to shatter the glass in the windows. The thud wasn’t a satisfying noise as it slammed into the wall and then dropped to the floor. 

She wasn’t expecting her door to open, putting her on the defensive as she marched back across the floor in time for Erik to enter. With a woman, she didn’t know. She was more than a little aware of their agreement. Their marriage was on paper alone. But she also didn’t think the pureblood would be stupid enough to try and use her room for his escapades. 

“Raring!” Erik had been shouting at the top of his voice before busting in, knowing that Evelyn only had her door locked when she was ‘entertaining a guest or resident’. 

“Stop dragging me around you oversized Viking IDIOT!” The other woman was pissed, but nothing had a drop on Evelyn in that moment since she was glaring at the hulk of a being that was her husband. Erik’s hand was thrown free of the other woman’s arm, and now both females were glowering at the Viking. 

“Raring,” Erik’s voice was a growl, before flicking his gaze to the stranger. “Tch, silence goding, I still haven’t decided about my prize.”

Evelyn’s eyebrows were threatening to shoot off her forehead now. A pet name meant they knew each other, and she still hadn’t been introduced at this point. 

“And you came here for me to lift my skirts for you?” The British woman scorned, a deep-set frown on her forehead while continuing to glare at the intrusive pair. She then scoffed, and turned away; her bitter anger was threatening to spill over into tears before Erik gently turned her back to face him. 

His glare had softened to a loving, and currently concerned, gaze, “I am here to serve you,” Evelyn was almost reconsidering her fury at this point until Erik then faced the other woman while wearing that damnable smile. “You too. Come at me with all you have got; I love strong women.”

Evelyn’s hand was stinging from the force that she had used in slapping him across the face, but it had no effect on the man naturally. Of course, it wouldn’t affect him; she bitterly complained in her head as she went to barge past him to leave her room. 

She hadn’t expected for Erik to firmly grab the top of her arm, and pull her into his chest for a kiss. It took a moment for her to realise what he was doing before she swiftly bit down on his tongue to get it out of her mouth. 

“I’m pregnant, you idiot!” Evelyn’s tone would have frozen the Amazon rainforest, but this was Erik. Nothing phased him. “Did you even hear what I said, you fucking halfwit?” 

His expression was so caring and soft; it was making it virtually impossible for Evelyn to maintain her anger, especially once his hand had cupped her cheek, stroking her skin softly. “Raring, that is only one more reason to care for you now,” he murmured. He wasn’t bothered in the slightest. He knew it couldn’t be his, he had been gone for too long for now, but it was almost as though the news wasn’t new to him at all. 

The other woman was the most shocked by the news, her eyes wide and staring at them both with her mouth open slightly. Evelyn didn’t know when she had started to cry, but she couldn’t stop now, and this definitely wasn’t how she had anticipated the revelation of this news going before the stranger had found her tongue again. 

“Ummm, congratulations… I’ll leave you two alone then,” she stuttered out, turning to leave the married couple alone. 

“No,” Erik’s tone was absolute. 

“Fuck off with congratulations,” Evelyn was scornful, trying to overrule and speak over her husband’s command. 

Not that the stranger paid any heed to either vampire and had slipped out of the door before the Viking could stop her. Evelyn found herself wrapped up securely in his arms before she could take a step back, a kiss brushing her head to try and calm her down. 

“Goding… she is elusive like her mom,” he mused out loud, not allowing his wife the chance to escape from the much-needed affection. They both knew that she wanted it, but she would be adamant in her refusal of it if she was asked. “Raring, I will be there for you anytime, but I just want to go down that hallway and fuck someone. If you are not up to it, and that elusive little fru either… I will go and find some girl.”

Her teeth sharply sank into his hand, using the surprise to loosen his grip and throw herself across the room. Tears were freefalling down her cheeks, sniffing loudly as hysterics were beginning to lose control. 

“I didn’t know either! Yet do you see me running away? I survived the pregnancies of my sister… so there is nothing I haven’t seen or dealt with.”

Her glare was no less murderous than before. The Viking knew when he had to admit defeat when it came to his wife. Before anything else could be said, Evelyn was securely in his arms, swept off her feet and headed for the room of one of her best friends. 

“Arthur! Take care of her!” Erik’s voice boomed as he busted through the had-been closed door. The man had been in the middle of writing, but he now had Evelyn dropped onto his lap. Not that anyone’s disbelief was registering with, or stopping, the Viking from his current course. “I have another woman to deal with right now,” his kiss to the forehead held the promise of a very long and strenuous night once he had settled things with the strange woman. It only took him two seconds to change moods, and turn on his heel to head back out of the door. “Goding, you can’t hide!” 

Evelyn had collapsed into Arthur without realising. Her head was resting on his shoulder as Erik took the whirlwind with him. 

“Mind if I finish this sentence?” The writer grinned in a cheeky manner until he caught sight of her tear-stained face and heavy expression. “Evelyn?” His thumbs stroked her cheeks, trying to soothe the damp skin and level her gaze with his. 

“I’m pregnant,” she muttered, and buried herself back into his neck, wrapping her arms around his waist and refusing to let him go. 

Arthur stiffened, before tucking his arm under her knees, and carried her safely to the bed. The door was still wide open, catching his gaze momentarily and pondering about what Catherine would do should she realise who was in his room. Not that Evelyn would let him go in that instant, she was the best adhesive known to humanity when she was like this. She craved the familiar, her face still buried into the crook of his neck and refusing to budge. It was cute. Arthur chuckled, and then threaded his fingers through her hair, kissing the top of her head. Erik would come and fetch his wife once he was finished with Goding. 

#Arthur Conan Doyle #ikevam arthur #Evelyn Hampton #erik olofsson #oc xavia #ikevam #ikevamp #ikévamp #ikémen vampire #Ikemen Vampire #ikévam #fluffy angst

[pimientos-especiales]

I love my mom and all, but jfc I’m so tired of her stupid tantrums.

I told her a while ago the printer needed ink. Okay.

So today at 7:30 pm she tries to print something and starts fucking tantruming because it won’t print. I’m like “oh it probably ran out of magenta ink.” So she throws a fit because she “wasted all this time working” on something that she can’t print now, and she could’ve just printed it at work, and she slams like every door twice and throws a fucking bottle of Clorox wipes across the room. 

I’m like “okay, well, it’s 7:30, we could just go run out to Target to buy the ink” but no, tantrum, throwing stuff, slamming doors, locks herself in her room. Like she’s a fucking 14 year old girl with a hormone surge.

Because it’s clearly fucking MY fault, I should’ve just known she was going to work on something at 7 in the evening that needed printing and should’ve told her earlier that day that there was no ink because I was just somehow supposed to know she’d need to print something, after I already told her a while ago the ink was running low. On top of me not even knowing until now that it was COMPLETELY out of ink. I should’ve just anticipated that the printer would’ve decided to be out of ink and that she was going to need to print something. Definitely all MY fault.

And throwing things and screaming and slamming doors when you’re almost 65 because the printer is out of ink is a very reasonable response. Let’s not just go out and buy ink, and maybe buy milk while we’re out since we need it anyway. Let’s just throw a hissyfit like we’re children. 

A fucking one and a half page document. 

So now I’ve spent like an hour trying to trick the printer to print in black and white (because the MAGENTA is empty, fucking printers). Could’ve gone to the store and been back by now and printed it. But nooooo. So I’ll just handwrite it. 

Also she doesn’t even NEED the papers, she just wants them, for a meeting that’s at 10:30 am tomorrow, so like... she could easily just stop at her office or the library beforehand and print it off. Which I would explain to her except she’s just so full of utterly ridiculous rage because the printer ran out of ink, and it’s all my fault because I was just supposed to know it would be empty and she would need to print something, and there’s nowhere in the whole wide world we can go to print documents, or buy ink on a Thursday evening. 

It’s just really irritating because whenever I throw tantrums over stupid shit, I get this utterly disgusted reaction and have to apologize for overreacting and get made to feel like I’m the worst fucking scum of the earth, but then she pulls the same shit and somehow I’m still the one who’s the worst fucking scum of the earth, and never get an apology for her massively overreacting.

I just want SOMEONE to apologize once in a while. Nobody ever does.

And I know none of you ever give a shit, I just wanted to vent.

[bigchiefyoung]

Bad Guy

INVOLVED: Jaden Young and Cymone Smith TIME FRAME: Saturday, April 25th, 2020 LOCATION: Smith Residence - Doctor’s Office; Los Angeles, California SUMMARY: After the gender reveal, tensions are still very high and Cymone attempts to put Jaden out. Jaden, upset as well, refused to let it happen. The two argue back and forth before they’re running scared, rushing to the hospital. 

Jaden walked into the house after Rylic dropped him off and he slammed the door behind him. He wasn’t really upset about the events that transpired at this point. He thought it all was ridiculous and uncalled for. What really pissed him off now was the fact that Cymone had left without him. He was seething. What type of shit was that? His entire face was red, his freckles just about melting off as he yelled out, “CYMONE!”

Cymone moved through the bedroom with a large pile of Jaden’s things in her arms. She moved down the steps and tossed them on the ground without a flinch as he came into her house slamming the door and yelling her name. She moved back up the stairs tossing down boxes upon boxes of tennis shoes and accessories of his.

Jaden moved through the house, following the noise and he reached the steps, looking down at his things on the floor in a pile. “What in the fuck are you doing?!” he asked her shocked as he jumped over the clothes and dodged things as she threw them down the steps. “Cymone what the fuck!” he barked out.

Cymone tossed the chain she bought him down on the pile and she said, “I am sending you back to the fucking dorm I found you at,” standing at the top of the steps. She had managed to change her clothes and pin the now fallen and wild curls up with a banana clip in the back of her head. She gazed at him for a moment before she moved back into her bedroom.

Looking at Cymone at the top of the steps, Jaden looked at her like she was crazy. “What the fuck,” he said once more as he followed her into the bedroom. He looked around at all of the things before he looked at her. “Are you serious right now?!” he asked her. “You try and actually fight my mom and you're putting me out?!” he asked her, behooved. “You’re fucking trippin’,” he told her as he grabbed her up by her wrists, tugging her to him. He looked down at her, “your mad, okay well guess what I am too, but this shit here,” he said looking around them, “is not fucking happening,” he told her, putting his foot down.

“Fighting that bitch was the very least I could do to repay her for the shit she said to me,” Cymone said back to him. “Tripping?” she said with a raised brow at him. She snatched his arm up and told him, “let me go,” beastly. “Don’t put your fucking hands on me,” she told him. “You don’t own shit; all of this is mine,” she said pointing to the floor. “Don’t tell me what you are and aren’t going to do,” she told him. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life,” she snapped. “And you are the common-fucking-denominator to all this shit, so poof. Maybe I should rid myself of you,” she said, talking out the side of her neck, she was just upset when it boiled down.

Jaden stared down at her as she called his mother a bitch to his face and he flared his nostrils a bit as she snatched away from him. “I don’t give a fuck,” he told her, “about what you own,” he said, “I am not going any fucking where,” he repeated once more. “Embarrassed?!” he asked her. “Cymone embarrassed is what got you grabbing bottles and acting a damn fool?” he asked her in disbelief. Nodding slowly, he licked his lips as he snatched her up once more, holding her by her arms now. “You are fucking trippin’,” he repeated once more. “All that anger,” he said, “got you talking crazy,” he licked his lips once more. He had never been so upset with Cymone throughout the course of their relationship. “You’re carrying my child, I’m not leaving,” he told her out-right, “and you talking all this shit because your mad or whatever,” he said knowingly. “So, go ahead, throw shit around but I’m not picking it up when you get over your temper tantrum,” he told her as he let her go and moved to plop down on the bed. “Go head,” he waved his hand, “continue to make a mess,” his face red hot as he stared at her. “Common-fucking-denominator,” he repeated her, “she don’t like you, not me,” he snorted out upset. “You’re the fucking common denominator,” he said angrily.

Cymone stood there listening to him as he grabbed her yet again after she asked him before not to do so. He rambled on and on about stuff she cared less to hear about and that caused her to roll her eyes at him idly. As he plopped down on the bed and spoke more on the topic she blinked slowly at his last words. Hmph. Sliding the ring off her finger and she said in a very serious tone to the boy. “Leave my house Jaden,” as she held the ring out for him. He was right, no one like the idea of her with him and it was her that ruined the image. She was older than he was and that disgusted people, the embarrassment was too much for her, and the people won. Easy.

Jaden looked at Cymone watching as she slid the ring off her finger and he gazed at her, trying to hide his shock and the emotion that sprung up in his chest as he watched her take it off. A lump developed in the back of his throat and he tried to swallow it down to no avail. “Put that back on,” he barked at her, his voice wavering slightly.

Cymone looked at Jaden and she shook her head in response. “No,” she told him gently, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. A great tactic to swallow up her emotions and tears. “Your mother is right, I am too old for you,” she said. “I am disgusting,” she listed “I should be ashamed and now I am,” she shrugged. “So, go,” she told him.

Jaden blinked hard, pushing his tears away as he stared at her, his anger slowly melting away as he was overcome with the fear of losing her. “Put that ring back on your finger Cymone,” he said once more, his chest rising and falling hard as more and more tears sprang to his eyes and he blinked them away. “I do not care about my mother's opinion or anyone else's for that matter…” he told her softly now. “Put it back on,” he repeated once more, his voice cracking a bit. He’d keep saying it until she did.

He had so much shit to talk and now he was begging her to put the ring on, what happened to her being the common denominator? Cymone shook her head at him again, she wasn’t putting it back on, she wasn’t going to fall weak to his pleas or any future tears. “No,” Cymone told him again, nothing else embarrassed her this much in life than her ex-husband parting ways from her and leaving her to explain to people over and over how a man could leave a woman he claimed to love after she lost his child. She continued to gaze at him shaking her head as she moved to sit it down beside him. “You should start getting your things and going,” she said pointing behind her with her thumb before she rested her hands on her lower back. She rubbed her nose gently sniffling as she walked away from him, straightening what she messed up in the process of packing him up.

Jaden stared at Cymone as she once again told him no and he sat there, inhaling and exhaling deeply as she sat the ring down beside him. He snatched it up quickly, holding it in his hand before he moved for her as she began to clean up. He grabbed her, turning her to face him and he took her left hand, shoving the ring back into her finger. “No,” he said angrily back to her, his eyes filled to the brim with tears and this time when he blinked, a few fell rolling down his cheeks. “I’m not fucking leaving,” he said as he cracked.

Cymone looked at Jaden as he grabbed her and turned her to him forcing the ring back onto her finger. She looked away from him as he told her he wasn’t leaving the house though that was her desire. She swallowed hard and she shook her head, pulling away from him she moved to sit down feeling drained. She sat on the bed; it was as if she couldn’t calm down no matter how she tried, she was angry. She was mad as hell.

Jaden watched Cymone as she moved to sit down and he stood there, using his palms to wipe the tears from his face. “I’m pissed off too,” he told her, “at the entire situation but I’m not about to run from it…” he huffed out. “That’s not going to fix anything,” he said sniffling hard, trying to pull himself together.

Cymone rocked slightly as she felt the onset of excruciating cramps in her abdomen and she exhaled a shaky breath as she listened to him continue his banter. When he was finished, she said, “Jaden, I think something is wrong,” with a small groan.

Jaden rubbed his hand down his face now, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he tried to pull himself together. However, at Cymone’s words and the sound of her groan, he looked at her wildly. “What?” he asked, his eyes wide now. “W-what’s wrong?” he asked her worried.

Cymone moved her hand to her stomach as another groan left her gently. “We need to go to the hospital,” she told him. “I think I’m having a m-miscarriage,” she said as her tears begin to spill from her now.

“WHAT?!” Jaden barked out in shock now as he moved for her quickly. He without hesitation scooped her into his arms and went rushing out of the room and down the steps, almost slipping a few times from all the things that she had thrown down them. He stepped over the pile of things at the bottom of the steps and rushed over to the door, snatching up his car keys from the hook before he was out the door quickly with her in his arms. He didn’t even bother locking the door as he shut it behind him, rushing towards his car.

Cymone felt what she knew had to be blood pooling between her legs a bit and she tried to inhale deeply to calm herself down and to stop her tears. As he scooped her up, she clutched onto him, her hand pressed into her side as she groaned again in pain. As he moved to the car she said, “we have to hurry,” in a defeated voice, tears still spilling from her eyes, having gone through this before. Devastation was starting to sit in already and she didn’t even know what was really happening.

Jaden didn’t say anything back to Cymone as he managed to unlock the car and get the door open. He slid her into the seat, closing the door behind her before he slid over the hood of the car to the driver’s side. He yanked the door open, sliding into the driver's seat. He shoved the key into the ignition, starting up the car before he peeled out of the space before he began flying down the street in the large Jeep Wrangler. He flew down the street, pushing 120 as he did, slowing down just enough to make sure the coast was clear before he blew through various red lights.

Cymone rested in the seat and she groaned again from the cramping, as he started the car up and moved down the road like a NASCAR racer, she shifted pulling her leggings down a bit looking between her legs. She saw the blood and tilted her head back. “Oh God,” she whispered to herself as she pulled them back up with another cry leaving her. She brought her hand up to her nose sniffling hard as she rubbed her nose against her forearm.

Cymone laid against the bed in the hospital room and she looked up at the ceiling as she waited for all the test results, they had run on her since they arrived. The only thing she was holding onto is the fact that they had found a heartbeat, but she was still nervous about any other possible thing that could be wrong in the moment. Aside from her blood pressure being through the roof they had to wait for all else. Her fingers fidgeted with the ends of the covers as they rested against her chest.

Sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, Jaden rested with his body leaned forward, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe any of this. All of the events of the day were just so surreal. He felt like he was living in the twilight zone. Letting out a harsh breath, Jaden shifted a bit opening his eyes to stare down at the floor. Their little girl still had a heartbeat and that was the only thing keeping him together and stopping him from completely flying off the handle. They had arrived at the hospital just in time, thankfully.

Cymone continued to lay there in silence; she didn’t look towards Jaden at all, this happened to be all her fault. She should have never let his mother’s actions cause her to explode the way that she did. That bitch was still on her shit list, however. She just wished she had more self-control than she did. Licking her lips slowly she blinked her eyes before she closed them for a brief moment, opening them again, still toying with sheets.

Let out a harsh sigh as he slowly lifted his head, looking over at Cymone as she laid in the bed. The wait for her results was killing him. Jaden needed to know for fact that their daughter was going to be okay. Licking his dry lips, he pulled himself from the chair and walked over to the bed. Gently he climbed into it beside Cymone and he curled himself up next to her carefully, his head near her stomach as he placed a feather-light hand against her there.

Cymone kept her eyes trained on the ceiling even as he moved towards her, she flinched slightly. She was so scared she didn’t know what to do. She looked down at him as he chose to lie himself against her, resting his head near her stomach. She stopped toying with the sheets and moved her hand to his head caressing it gently. Stroking him there gently as she looked back up at the ceiling silently.

Knocking on the door twice, Dr. Cohen stepped into the room with Cymone’s chart and test results in hand. “Hi, I’m Dr. Cohen,” he said announcing himself to them both as he did. He stood at the foot of the bed he said, “I have your test results here and everything came back negative, outside of your blood pressure, everything checks out okay,” he said to them both. “If anything, I think it’s safe to say that whatever physical altercation of sorts you dealt with prior too most likely brought on this sudden cramping and bleeding. Stress is a very dangerous thing during pregnancy,” he told them both. “I recommend you stay overnight just in case,” he told her, “as you can see with the fetal monitor the baby has a very strong heartbeat and is not in any distress,” he told her. “It is no preterm labor like we thought considering your cervix has not opened up, there’s no dilation, nor have you lost your cervical mucus plug,” he told them as he closed the file. “We should release you tomorrow morning if everything goes smoothly tonight. Any questions?” he asked them both.

Jaden said nothing as he laid there. He felt her hand against his head, and he tilted it back, looking at her briefly before he returned to his prior position, his hand still resting against her stomach as gently as possible. As the doctor entered, Jaden looked up at the man from his position, balled up and slightly hanging off the bed beside Cymone, as he gave them the news. There was nothing wrong with the baby. She wasn’t having a miscarriage. Their daughter was fine. She was healthy. She was strong. She was okay. That was a heavy load off his shoulders, and he let out a deep sigh of relief as fresh tears filled his eyes. He closed them, sniffling softly as he moved his hand to wrap his arm around Cymone’s waist. He was so grateful. He sniffled a bit more before he opened his eyes and asked, “high blood pressure caused this? Stress, doc?” He couldn’t believe that stress caused the worst scare of his life.

Cymone looked at the man as he entered and she took in what he said nodding her head. She was fine with staying because she didn’t trust them, she’d been through it before there was no way everything was fine and or okay. She licked her lips gently and looked at Jaden before she looked at the man again saying nothing to them both.

Dr. Cohen looked at the man and nodded his head, “yes that is my assumption, that high blood pressure due to stress caused this,” he told the man. “But in case I am wrong at all we will be keeping her,” he told him.

Staring at the man, Jaden blinked hard, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks as he nodded a bit. One night in the hospital wasn’t bad if it was going to assure them that their baby was okay. He let out a soft hum before he said, “thank you,” to the older man, his arm wrapping around Cymone a bit tighter now, not wanting to let her go. All of it, every single last bit of it could have been avoided but he didn’t even care about any of it anymore. The only thing that mattered was that Cymone was okay and their baby girl was okay.

Cymone looked at the doctor as he explained his honest medical opinion to them both and she nodded her head again. “Okay,” she said to him for the first time as Jaden thanked the man.  She shifted only slightly as Jaden clutched onto her tighter; she watched the doctor leave and she looked over at the monitors watching their child’s vitals for a moment.

Dr. Cohen nodded his head and he said, “get some much needed rest Cymone,” he instructed her before he walked back out of the hospital room closing the door behind himself.

Jaden closed his eyes until he heard the doctor close the door behind him before he opened them and he tilted his head back, starting at Cymone, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

Cymone pulled her eyes from the monitors and looked down at Jaden. “I am so sorry,” she said to him shaking her head as tears started to flow from her. She couldn’t believe that she had let the woman’s vile words work her up to this point. Them almost losing their child was in fact not worth the woman’s insults or embarrassment.

Jaden let out a deep breath, blinking slowly as he looked at Cymone and he said, “it’s alright…” Carefully, he shimmied up her body, until he was stretched out beside her and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, thumbing away her tears. “We just can’t let this happen again,” he said gently. “We got lucky... “

Cymone nodded her head as he moved closer towards her. She sniffled hard as her chin quivered and she said. “I know,” in a croak, “because I really want this baby,” she stressed as she began to cry a little harder as she laid there in the hospital bed.

Jaden gazed at her with gentle eyes as she began to break down and he sighed deeply, pulling her into his arms as he adjusted himself on the bed. He curled her into him, his back on the bed as he pulled her into his side, turning her body a bit. “We’ve got to control that anger,” he told her gently, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

Cymone rested against him as he pulled her to him and she buried her face into his chest as she nodded her head at his words. She didn’t come out of her bag often or at all but there had been times in the past and in recent years that could’ve killed the person. There was no in-between at all; she was either on 0 or on 100.

“It’s not healthy,” Jaden said quietly. “Let me fight your battles for you…” he said gently. “I was handling it… I was going to handle it more in private…” he told her gently. “You don’t have to stoop to someone else's level…” he sighed softly.

Cymone exhaled softly as he spoke and she didn’t respond, he didn’t get her need to fight for respect. It was a negative trait that had been formed way before she knew he existed. She closed her eyes and nodded her head, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth as she exhaled through her nose.

Jaden sighed once more his hand rubbing up and down her back softly as he turned his gaze up towards the ceiling. He blinked before another tear rolled down his cheek and he said, “so… what… am I still being put out?”

At his question Cymone said nothing for a very long time, she didn’t think now was the place for this discussion, but she guessed she understood his reasoning. “No,” she said to him, knowing that was what he wanted to hear anyway.

Jaden nodded slowly at Cymone’s response after the long pause and he said, “okay…” quietly. He lowered his gaze from the ceiling to look at her once more before he breathed out. “I’m sorry Bev…”

Cymone nodded her head at him and she said, “I know,” back to him gently. She snuggled her face into his chest more as she wrapped a tired arm around his midsection mindful of her IV’s.

Jaden pressed a kiss to her hair, and he let out a soft hum. “What a day…” he mused now.

A tired Cymone began to drift off a bit, having been giving something for her pain earlier and finding comfort in it now as she slept.

#thread #thread: bad guy #thread with: cymone beverly

[sassypotatoe1]

I feel like being petty.

So my dad just threw a hissy fit because I said I'm going to buy some new underwear and clothes in March when a fixed deposit I made opens. He was like "when I see you you're buying or making clothes," and I was like??? "I talk about it a lot but I don't actually ever do it," and he was like "no but you do," and I went "if I do it's because I need it" and he's all "but you don't need it! You have an entire closet full of clothes!" and I'm about to explain, "well, I actually don't have a lot of clothes at all, and what I do have is either too big because I lost a ton of weight, old as fuck because it's stuff I got second hand 6 years ago from family, not really age appropriate anymore, not functional at all and not my style but I keep it out of necessity because I can't afford new clothes rn and I can't exactly toss out everything that doesn't work because then I'll have literally two crop tops, a spaghetti strap tank, two massive button ups, a flannel, one jacket, one really fucking baggy sweater, two too-big skinny jeans, a not-at-all-warm sweat pant, two shorts, and one black dress, and I don't know about you, but I can make about 10 outfits out of that before people start realizing I'm wearing the same 14 items of clothing over and over again and come to the conclusion that I have none, and all that's about 65% of my closet already, so I don't know what you're seeing but I am definitely not coming home with 7 shopping bags full of clothes every month like you seem to think I am," but my mom beats me to it and goes: "she just threw out three trash bags of clothes," (and I folded them so it was a LOT of clothes, because none of them fit me, some of them were tatters and a lot of them were the clothes of a literal 13 year old, I'm serious I've had them since I was 13, when I got them from my cousin who had just turned 15,who also bought them when she was 13, and I actually threw out half my closet at my apartment in my university town to donate so I've probably thrown out about 70 kgs of clothes by now because it wasn't functional) and he goes, I shit you not, "YOUR NOT HELPING! SHE HAS A PROBLEM AND I'M TRYING TO GET HER TO SEE THAT!!" gets up, and storms out of the room.

So now y'all have context, I'd like to tell y'all what my plan is, because I'm about to be petty as I've ever been and I've locked my brother out of the house for 13 hours because he called me fat. I'm going to organize my closet right? And I'm going to make a list of how many items of clothing I actually own, and then a seperate list of how many of them are only wearable in one season, and one of how many are torn/too tight/too big/old as fuck and covered in paint and other stains because they function as work clothes/only usable for hyperspecific situations but I'm not yet able to get rid of them/technically too childish but I own and wear them because I have no other options, and then one of how much is left that I can *actually* wear, and then, just for funsies, a list of how many items of clothing my dad has, and how much of it is functional clothes, just so I can go "so you say I don't need new clothes, but I have 4 shirts, a pair of pants and a dress, two bras and two panties, 4 pairs of socks and two pairs of decent looking shoes that I can actually wear, but you have 17 briefs, 42 pairs of socks, 7 pairs of work shoes (and 14 other functional pairs), 15 work shirts, 32 t-shirts, 7 pairs of work pants, three pairs of warm sweatpants, 5 shorts, 13 jackets and 3 sweaters you can actually wear, and that's AFTER tossing half your clothes last year. Am I really the one with the problem? Or am I trying to be a functional adult that takes care of herself to the best of her abilities and all you see is a vain little girl that buys everything she thinks is pretty because she's too STUPID to actually understand that money runs out. I'm thrifty as fuck motherfucker, I get by on so little that I could probably out-thrift you any day, and you want to throw a tantrum because the VERY little money I get, not even from you, I spend so well that I'm able to save up enough money to re-do my wardrobe so it's more functional, after which I'll throw out literally ALL the clothes I currently own, adding to the four bags I've already thrown out, so I can donate it and recycle what I can't donate. Fuck that. Fuck you. My whole life it's been "you're not good enough. You did all these things wrong. You're never going to amount to anything because you don't know anything and lazy spoiled and vain," and I did a whole lot of fucking things a whole lot better than most people, destroying myself in the process to keep you happy, and earn your approval but you know what? Fuck that. The moment I'm not dependent on you or my mom anymore for anything, and I'm going to bust my ass to make sure that happens VERY soon, you'll never have to look at this dumb lazy spoiled vain bitch again, because I won't have a father anymore and you'll only have your actually spoiled mysogynist son left. Well done. I'm officially over having a dad. Bye fucker, I have more important things to do with my time than waste it trying to please you.

[timetrickster]

Living W/ Immortality S 2 E1: Stuck At The Begining

(Episode 1: Stuck At The Beginning)

EXT. ANCIENT TEMPLE - NIGHT - 2019

LUCIAN begins to narrate the previous season while being annoyed by the audience's presence.

LUCIAN/ NARRATOR (V.O)

Well shit, why are you all back? I thought this was a one-time thing? Ugh. First, the Author writes a script for a screenwriting college class. Now he’s making this a full on show. Well previously on Living With Dumbassery. The now twin immortal dumbasses are now separated from each other. Now their time powers have sent them back to the first episode of the first season. And destroyed part of my face in the process, am I mad? Furiously. Will I destroy them? I will absolutely do that, now that those twin punk bitches escaped!

LUCIAN had briefly been enraged and throws stuff of the altar. Along with the roar of anger. He turns around and still sees ATHENA & TAVEN still bound and tied up and hanging on the wall. He takes several steps forward

LUCIAN

At least I still have you two.

ACHERON suddenly appears in the temple as his cloud of smoke appears near the altar.

LUCIAN

Hello brother.

ACHERON

You haven’t changed much Luci…  ever since what you did.

LUCIAN

Dad was a controlling prick. You should’ve known that you, Terra, and Kairos. Now, look where they are. They’re dead.

ACHERON

Because of you, little brother. It’s because of you! That they’re dead. You started the wars. You were supposed to be the light and the guardian of peace. You… were supposed to be better, now here you are. Trying to throw another tantrum so you can get Dad’s attention.

LUCIAN’S face had already held anger. This conversation just kept fueling that fire. He starts laughing with evil behind it.

LUCIAN

YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT? You think I love being reminded of killing my own brother and sister?! Seeing the people I loved imprison me?! Seeing them drop dead because they literally used their life force and gave up their eternal life just to imprison me in time. And you. Eldest brother. You. Ran. Away. You. Coward.

ACHERON

You did this. Not me. You broke all our hearts. Terra, Kairos, and Dad. But for me, me especially. I loved you, little brother. But you slaughtered humans, and magical creatures, you’re own people too. I will stop you, right or wrong I have finished this.

ACHERON has tears running down his eyes. He reaches his right hand in the air, then a scythe appears out of thin air. The blade of the scythe was black and the handle was a dark metal.

LUCIAN

The Death Weapon. The ever-changing weapon of yours.

LUCIAN snaps his finger and a broad sword with crossguards. It glares with light.

ACHERON

Haven’t seen The Aurora in a millennium. You ready to fight little brother?

LUCIAN holds one finger up then snaps his finger. He holds up his finger again and the song “The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty” by Panic! At The Disco begins to play.

ACHERON

Really?

LUCIAN

Can’t have a fight without a good song.

The 1st Verse ends and the beat drops, both signature weapons clash at the start of Chorus. LUCIAN charges with his sword in hand and ACHERON follows as well. ACHERON pushes back first then with amazing speed, LUCIAN gets several cuts during ACHERON’S fast attacks with a scythe. LUCIAN manages to block some attacks with his blade. ACHERON slams the scythe into the ground summoning shadowy souls to attack LUCIAN.

He pulls the scythe out and makes a dash for ATHENA & TAVEN. He flips the scythe in the air and it comes back as a dagger. He cuts them down from their ropes and they are set free.

ACHERON

I’ll find you again.

He waved his hand and they both disappear in a cloud of smoke. He turns around to see LUCIAN having just beat the shadow souls. LUCIAN takes notice of what ACHERON did.

LUCIAN

You shouldn’t have done that big brother.

The dagger in ACHERON’S hands revert back into a scythe and the fight begins again at the start of 2nd Chorus. LUCIAN strikes with the Aurora but ACHERON blocks it and pushes the sword to the left and dodges to the right. LUCIAN turns to strike again and manages to cut ACHERON on his left side. Both tired from their duel they both take a quick breath. The Bridge plays

ACHERON

You give up?

LUCIAN

Never.

The beat drops and Chorus 3 begins LUCIAN rushes with the Aurora then ACHERON turns his scythe into a shield blocking his attacks once again. The attack held on the shield brings him down kneeling. ACHERON rises up and pushes LUCIAN away with the shield.

He throws the shield like a disk, then snaps his finger. The shield becomes a war hammer all of a sudden and hits LUCIAN in the chest. ACHERON makes a motion and the war hammer returns to his hand.

ACHERON

Until next time little brother.

Song ends. He disappears in a cloud of smoke. LUCIAN gets up quickly. His rage never dissipated as he roared in fury as his brother had won this fight. ACHERON teleported to a random location holding his wound from LUCIAN. He teleports away once more.

CUT TO:

NEXT DAY. MORNING

It was the weekend, ATHENA had found herself in her bed, remembering what happened. She tries to call TAVEN on her phone immediately but no answer. She rushes out her home to TAVEN’S home and knocks quickly.

TAVEN’S MOM

Hi Athena, are you okay?

ATHENA

Yeah auntie, I just needed to talk to Taven.

TAVEN’S MOM

Oh, come in.

ATHENA

Thank you.

She comes in the house and rushes to TAVEN’S room. She finds him in bed as well and closes the door behind her.

ATHENA

Taven. Wake up. Taven!

TAVEN wakes up and sees ATHENA

TAVEN

Athena? ATHENA?! What happened?

ATHENA

Acheron rescued us and sent us home.

TAVEN

We need to find Finn and Erin.

ATHENA

We don’t know what happened to them. Their time powers began to develop and they were sucked into that portal. We don’t know where they are.

ACHERON appears in TAVEN’S room still wounded from last night. He falls to the ground. ATHENA rushes to his side and holds her hand on his wound. She closes her eyes and the wound starts to heal up.

ACHERON

Thanks for that.

He groans in pain as he’s on the floor.

ACHERON (cont’d)

I’m gonna just stay here on the floor for a while. You guys are cool with that right? Ok… uh… what happened? How did he find you?

ATHENA

Lucian jumped us last night. He captured me and Taven but Finn & Erin got there last.

ACHERON

Did the charms not work?

TAVEN

They did. I have no idea how he found us.

ACHERON

Shit. Where’s Finn and Erin?

ATHENA

When they won his dance battle and he tried to kill them off. But then…

TAVEN

Their eyes started to glow. They blasted him with blue and red energy. Then a portal opened up and took them away.

ACHERON

Shit… their time powers?

They both nod to his question.

ACHERON

Kairos’ powers were always unpredictable which made him dangerous. And an asshole, he liked to prank people a lot. We have to find them… they’re stuck in time and I know when.

TAVEN

How do we do that?

ACHERON

Glad you asked. I have a plan and it involves you.

TAVEN

Me?

ACHERON

Yes, you. You are my descendant with my powers. You can turn into a ghost, right? The Spirit World is an uncanny world, you’ll need to find The Time Fields.

TAVEN

That sounds complicated enough.

ACHERON

I’m wounded by Lucian’s sword which has lasting effects on people like us. You are the only one who can travel to the spirit world. Other than me, you have to find Finn and Erin and get them back here.

CUT TO

EXT. FINN’S NEIGHBORHOOD IN THE PAST

Picking up from the season finale. FINN & ERIN see past FINN about to rescue the dog for the girl.

FINN

Son of a bitch. We time traveled! We time traveled!

FINN is at a loss knowing that his time powers worked and but realizes he’s stuck in the past with ERIN

FINN (cont’d)

But stuck at the beginning! Fuck! What do we do?!

ERIN

Shush! We both know the rules of time travel.

FINN

We just need to summon those time powers again. Come on let’s try.

FINN & ERIN grab their dominant hands. Sparks begin to fly out of thin air. The portal begins to form.

FINN & ERIN

Yes!

The portal opens then closes immediately and blasts them to the ground. Rolling around in pain.

FINN

We’re never doing that ever again.

ERIN

Agreed.

They get back up and crack a few bones and wipe away any dirt.

ERIN

What do we do now? We can’t open up that time portal thing.

FINN

Acheron. We met with him at several points the next day. We just need to find a moment with him that draws him away from us. This should be easy.

CUT TO

NEXT DAY. FINN’S NEIGHBORHOOD

Its morning past FINN is conversing with past ERIN after the event that happened. Present FINN & ERIN are on the roof of their home.  

ERIN

The next time we’re stuck in the past. I’m breaking into a house and locking you out.

FINN

Ok… I’m sorry I didn’t expect it to be a cold night.

ERIN

I’m still gonna kill you.

FINN points out ACHERON appearing in his puff of smoke.

FINN

There let’s go.

Both dashing off the roof and running toward ACHERON.

FINN & ERIN

Acheron!

They repeatedly say as they yell it loudly. ACHERON turns around to see both FINN & ERIN.

ACHERON

Can I help you, boys?

FINN is taking a deep breath.

ERIN

I apologize for my alternate personality, he’s not physically adept. But my name is Erin Nitty and this is Finn Evers and we are the current immortal.

ACHERON

You’re the current immortal of time. What are you two doing here? I thought…  

FINN regains his breath and steps in the conversation.

FINN

We’re from… (breaths) the future. We got stuck in the past when we Lucian attempted to kill us.

ACHERON

Lucian?! He escaped?!

ERIN

Yes and now he’s loose and free and we need to get back to the present to help the Athena and Taven.

ACHERON

I have no capabilities of time powers… but Taven is capable of getting you through the Spirit World. There is a place called the Time Fields, a garden of portals leading to different eras in time.

CUT TO

PRESENT DAY. ABANDONED AIR HANGAR

The scene shows both past & present ACHERON explaining the Time Fields. PRESENT ACHERON is with TAVEN & ATHENA in an abandoned hangar.

ACHERON

It’s is extremely dangerous. There is the Tick Tocks. Guardians of the fields. Wielders of the right hand and second hand. They’ll kill you. I have enough strength to send you to the city of Eidolon.

TAVEN

Will Lucian find me there?

ACHERON

Lucian may have achieved omniscience. But there are some dimensions hidden and some are blocked from his vision altogether. The Spirit World is one place blocked and the place I’m sending Athena to Eden.

He turns to ATHENA.

ACHERON (cont’d)

Eden’s a safe place. Just surrounded by a bunch of deserts. You’ll see a floating island surrounded by the Gates Of The Compass. You’ll also need a seal from me to get passed the Heavenly Hosts.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

You three are not going anywhere.

His voice was shaky and yet angry. LUCIAN appears before them. His face is still broken and cracked. He holds The Aurora in hand dragging the broad sword on the ground.

LUCIAN

Hello, (deep breath) brother.

ACHERON

Taven goes now.

TAVEN attempts to jump into the portal but LUCIAN snaps his fingers. Freezing him in place as well as ATHENA.

ACHERON

Let them go now.

LUCIAN

No! We still haven’t finished our duel brother.

ACHERON

What has happened to you, Luci? You were the immortal of light.

LUCIAN

And now.

The shadowy monster inside LUCIAN crawls out of his face.

LUCIAN (cont’d)

I’m the immortal of darkness.

The shadowy monster mirrors his movements as the hold up their respective broadswords. ACHERON pulls out The Death Weapon in its scythe form. He snaps his fingers and TAVEN & ATHENA unfreeze.

ACHERON

Taven go now!

TAVEN nods and turns into his spirit form. His hair turns from black to pale white as well as his eyes and skin. His body becomes transparent and sees through. He jumps into the portal for the Spirit World. TAVEN walks into the portal and is instantly thrown around and falling through a tunnel of blue.

He falls on the ground as soon as he exits the portal. TAVEN appears in what seems to be a field of green. Outside of a city floating in front of stars. With his spirit powers, he floats and levitates his way into the city. He wanders in as the gates were open.

He sees other ghosts human and animal alike. Some had appeared differently than normal. Some were normal and tangible ghosts. Meanwhile, some were made of fire and wind. Other elements including, some were creepy and disfigured and monstrous.

He then sees a statue of ACHERON with a new statue being built next to it. He sees his name and rushes toward the statue.

TAVEN

No friggin way. That’s a statue of me.

A random ghost overhears him.

RANDOM GHOST

That’s not you. That’s Lord Taven. The latest incarnation of The Immortal of Death.

TAVEN suddenly transforms back to human.

TAVEN

Hi. I’m your Lord Taven. Uhhh… do you have a name?

RANDOM GHOST

Lord Taven!

The other ghosts around hear him. The random ghost bows as an apology.

RANDOM GHOST

Lord Taven forgive me!

TAVEN

Hey, ease up there guy. It’s alright. I’m looking for a way to the Time Fields. My friends are stuck in the past and I need to rescue them.

RANDOM GHOST

The Time Fields? It’s a long journey there but I am certain there is one spirit he that could take you. He’s known as the Traveler and he can take anyone anywhere but at a price. I can take you to him.

TAVEN

Please, anything to rescue my friends.

RANDOM GHOST

Follow me.

CUT TO

ABANDONED AIR HANGAR

Just as TAVEN entered the portal, ATHENA helps ACHERON with LUCIAN. A bunch of plants rise from the ground and grab both LUCIAN and his shadow monster. ACHERON snaps his finger and opens a portal.

ACHERON

Go now! Go to Eden! Find the Vault! Get weapons! It doesn’t matter which one. Get the three that can destroy him! GO NOW ATHENA!

ATHENA nods and jumps in the portal. LUCIAN and his shadow monster break free, then he roars like an animal.

LUCIAN

We’re not done here, brother.

ACHERON

I’m sorry.

ACHERON slams the scythe into the ground cause a quick shake then immediately vanishes.

LUCIAN

NO!

He screams then starts laughing like a maniac.

LUCIAN (cont’d)

You want a war Acheron? You got a war. It’ll be the war that you will all die in.

CUT TO

THE GARDEN OF EDEN DIMENSION

ATHENA is walking in the desert sand and sees a floating green island. Teeming with life and animals and other natural elements.

ATHENA

Why did I agree to this?

ATHENA shows up at the north gate, suddenly a being of large stature appears before her. With wings stretch behind his back. His skin was glimmering with a galaxy of stars and endless space. He wore the armor of steel and carried a sword.

ANGEL

Who are you, human?

His sword was drawn and was pointed toward ATHENA.

ATHENA

I’m Athena Flora. I’m the Immortal of Life.

The angel is shocked by her presence and bows. The giant angel kneels before him.

ANGEL

I apologize milady. I was not aware I was in the process of one of the immortal.  

ATHENA

It’s fine. Uh… what’s your name?

URIEL

Uriel, milady.

ATHENA

Uriel, I was sent by Acheron to find a weapon buried within Eden.

URIEL

What for milady?

ATHENA

Lucian.

URIEL

He’s returned?! We must hurry then.

He sheathed his sword and shrinks to human size. Giving his hand out to her. She grabs his hand and his wings stretch.

URIEL

You should hold on tight to me milady. My flying tends to be scary.

ATHENA does so wrapping around URIEL like giving a hug. His wings stretch and they instantly take off. Flying over the guarding gate and landing in The Garden Of Eden. She lets go and sees it’s infinite beauty.

ATHENA

This place is beautiful.

URIEL

It quite is milady. Allow me to lead you into the Vault.

ATHENA

Yes, please.

She shows some firm interest in the angel boy.

URIEL

What was that milady?

ATHENA

Nothing

(Whispers)

God, you’re cute.

They walk into the garden.

CUT TO

FINN’S NEIGHBORHOOD - THE PAST

With their accomplishments and now waiting. FINN & ERIN are simply waiting around for their rescue. They’re hanging on their home’s roof.

FINN

What the fuck do we do?

ERIN

No. Fuckin. Clue.

FINN

I hate sitting around and doing nothing.

ERIN gets up immediately.

ERIN

Let’s do something then!

FINN

What are we going to do?

ERIN

Everything we ever wanted! All the things we wished we could’ve done.

FINN makes a realization.

FINN

Oh my god, you’re right! What should we do first?!

ERIN

Let’s go hiking! With the waterfall! Manana Ridge Trails! We always wanted to do a trail with a waterfall!

FINN

Airsoft! Drake’s always inviting us!

ERIN

Hell yeah!

FINN

Laser tag! Oh! ARCADE?!

ERIN

Let’s do everything!

FINN

Hold on, let’s start this montage off with some music. I swear there hasn’t been music playing since we got here.

FINN flips through his phone and looks for a song to play.

ERIN

Got a song?  

FINN

Not yet… it’s kinda difficult to find a song. You know we don’t listen to a lot of modern musicians.

ERIN

True.

FINN

Got it.

ERIN

Perfect!

FINN smiles

FINN

I know right?

FINN presses his phone, the song plays “Under Pressure” by Queen ft. David Bowie plays. The start of a montage of fun begins, as they are hiking up Manana Ridge Trail. They’re racing each other to reach the top. Making it to the waterfall, they drop their backpacks and jumping in for a swim.

FINN

We can’t swim, fuck! How the fuck did we not remember this?!

CUT TO

AIRSOFT FIELD

FINN & ERIN are running through the shooting grounds of the airsoft field. FINN wears a blue mask and ERIN a red mask. They’re the last two on their team and hiding behind cover.

ERIN

What do we do?

FINN

Should we use our powers?

ERIN holds in his evil laugh.

ERIN

Yes!

FINN

Ready?

They’re both ready to be badasses, it’s not cheating if you have immortal superpowers. ERIN throws a grenade randomly and manages to take out three of the death squad after them. FINN gets out of cover and sees three people ready. With a snap of his fingers, time slows down for a bit and he dodges a the pellets fired at him. FINN realizing his powers are activated through happiness made him smile.

FINN

Oh yeah.

FINN raises his airsoft gun with glee.

CUT TO

ARCADE

FINN & ERIN are playing “Dance Dance Revolution” they dance to the beat of the song and in synchronization of each other.

CUT TO

ICE CREAM SHOP

They’re both ordering ice cream and coming out of the shop with two huge tubs of ice cream and walking like badasses.

CUT TO

FISHING BOAT

They’re both fishing out in the ocean and run into a mermaid.

FINN

Sorry.

The montage shows more clips to their fun activities. They’re eating ice cream from the huge tubs. ERIN wrestles a fish that puts up a fight while in the ocean. FINN & ERIN drawing a crowd of people as they watch the two dance to the song. The montage ends with a high five from all their activities and the ending of the song.

FADE TO BLACK

CUT TO

SPIRIT WORLD

TAVEN follows his newfound ghost friend. They traveled far away from the city of Eidolon and to what seems to be an ocean.

TAVEN

Where are we?

GHOST

The home of The Traveler.

Suddenly mist twirls like a ball and reveals what seems to be a broken down mansion.

TAVEN

I may be the reincarnated immortal of death but I still have a fear of horror movies and haunted houses.

GHOST

Oh really?

TAVEN

Please don’t tell anyone.

GHOST

You got it, my lord.

TAVEN

I never caught your name.

ABE

I think my name is Abe.

It turns out ABE was actually Abraham Lincoln. TAVEN is shocked for a moment.

TAVEN

Uh. You’re the ghost of Abraham Lincoln?!

ABE vanishes within the blink of an eye. TAVEN smiles.

TAVEN

What a nice guy.

TAVEN walks toward the ocean and a wooden bridge is suddenly built beneath his feet. He simply walks to the mansion.

TAVEN

Ok… just gotta… what the fuck do I even do?

The Mansion appears before him all of a sudden. He walks the front porch and opened the door then walks in. The door creaks loudly.

TAVEN

Shut up!

DOOR GHOST

Sorry man. Jeez.

A cloaked giant man appeared before him. THE TRAVELER appears before TAVEN.

THE TRAVELER

Lord Taven, Immoral of Death. How can I serve you today?

TAVEN

I need a way to the Time Fields.

THE TRAVELER

Of course my lord.

TAVEN

Wait. That was it?

THE TRAVELER

Yes.

TAVEN

Huh. Thought I was gonna have to offer something.

THE TRAVELER

That’s for humans that come to me for some reason. You’re the immortal of death.

TAVEN

Thank you.

THE TRAVELER

Follow me, my lord.

THE TRAVELER snaps his fingers and they instantly teleport to a boat.

TAVEN

What’s with all the snapping fingers? For literally powerful creatures.

THE TRAVELER

I have no clue. We just followed God and he just liked snapping. Anyways, the ferryman Kharon will take you there instantly due to the urgency of your mission.

TAVEN walks into the boat and meets KHARON he wore a cloak and was normal for a change. Different from the rest of the ghost.

KHARON

Hello my lord.

TAVEN

Hi. How does this all work?

KHARON

Simple really. I just hit the floor of the boat three times and we’ll be there quickly. So best hold on to something.

KHARON has an oar in hand and taps the ground three times.

TAVEN

Wait? What?

The boat begins to immediately jump in the portal created in the ocean. TAVEN screams his lungs off. THE TRAVELER laughs.

THE TRAVELER

Gets me every time.

CUT TO

EDEN

ATHENA & URIEL are at the entrance of The Vault. It opens as URIEL snaps his fingers.

ATHENA

Seriously, what is the deal with snapping fingers for celestial beings?

URIEL I’ve no clue. It was just a thing we started doing.

ATHENA

We?

URIEL

God aka Dad.

They walked through much strange weaponry. With multiple pedestals, to her left a sword with the label of Excalibur and next to it a staff of sorts labeled Merlin’s Staff. Across from it was a golden staff and a headband labeled Ryu Jingu Bang & The Monkey King’s Headband. The next pedestals showed a sphere called The Eyes Of Horus and on the other side, a skull puzzle box and a lightning bolt labeled Pandora’s Box & Zeus’ Lightning Bolt.

ATHENA

I these what I think they are?!

URIEL

Powerful weapons from the pantheons of history. As well as different universes.

ATHENA

Oh my god! Is that the Yata no Kagami?! Amaterasu’s mirror?!

She rushes toward the pedestal holding it along with a sword.

ATHENA (cont’d)

And Susano’s blade the Kusanagi no Tsunagi?!

She runs from pedestal to pedestal.

ATHENA (cont’d)

Mjolnir & Gungnir! Maui’s Fish Hook! And Neptune’s Trident?! What the fuck?!

She turns to find a smiling URIEL.

URIEL

I find it interesting, that the immortal of life knows so much about history.

ATHENA

History is one of my favorite subjects in school. And mythology is part of said history and I love all things mythological!

She sees two pedestals holding weapons she’s never seen before. On her left, there was an omega symbol, different colored rings, and a golden helmet.

ATHENA

Strange… never seen these before. Anti Life Equation? Power Rings. Helmet of Fate.

She turns around to see the other pedestal with the other strange weapons. A golden gauntlet with six different colored stones. A necklace of what appears to be an eye. And an ax with a wooden handle.

ATHENA (cont’d)

I’ve never seen these either. The Infinity Gauntlet? The Eye Of Agamotto? Stormbreaker? Huh… they both sound familiar.

URIEL

They’re from different universes but I think you’re gonna need these.

He points at three pedestals.

URIEL

The Spear Of Destiny, An Angel’s Halo, and The Flaming Sword.

ATHENA

Oh my lord.

She walks near them.

ATHENA

This is gonna be interesting.

CUT TO

THE PAST

FINN & ERIN are still eating the huge tub of ice cream they bought from the ice cream shop. With giant spoons in hand at the top of an apartment building.

FINN

This was literally the best day ever!

ERIN

I know right?!

FINN

Did feel bad about the mermaid though. Never expected a mermaid in Hawaii.

ERIN

Yeah… she was kinda cute too.

FINN

Wow. The first I see you interested in someone.

ERIN

I’m picky… sorry, dude.

FINN

Hey, that’s not right.

ERIN

Yeah, I know. I’m just ya know hopeless?

FINN

Seriously dude? You are a tough ass dude with a soft heart. I’m pretty sure there’s a girl out there for you Hulk.

ERIN

Okay, chill Batman. You know you have a lot of issues with us living forever.

FINN

True, but I’m learning. Baby steps. Did we complete our montage list?

ERIN checks their list.

ERIN

Uh yeah. So far we've done it all. Just haven’t done superheroes for the day.

Across the street, suddenly a bunch of robbers across the street of the robbers.

ERIN

Huh. I’ll be damned. Shall we?

FINN

We shall. But��

ERIN

What?

FINN points to the tub of ice cream.

ERIN (cont’d)

Really?

FINN

Come on man. It’s my favorite flavor. Rocky Cookie Creme Road.

ERIN Come on Ice Cream Man.

ERIN jumps off the top of the apartment building. Does a superhero landing.

ERIN

You know they’re right, that does hell on your knees. Fuck. Finn?

He looked around for FINN. He suddenly drops down with the tub full of ice cream.

ERIN

Goddammit. Throw it away!

FINN leaves on the sidewalk and walks across the street. The robbers are breaking in at a small jewelry store. There are a bunch of robbers holding people at gunpoint. ERIN walks in with FINN following.

ROBBER 1

Put your hands up! No funny business! Are you eating ice cream?

ERIN turns to see FINN still with the tub of Rocky Cookie Creme Road. Holding a giant spoon.

ERIN

Goddammit, Finn!

FINN

Sorry.

ROBBER 1

Whatever! You two just stay down and don’t say a word. And handover your wallets, phones and that tub of ice cream.

 FINN sets down the tub of ice cream and the giant spoon, then wipes his mouth with his sleeve. He then cracks his neck.

FINN

Ready?

ERIN

Yeah.

ERIN grabs the gun being pointed at him by ROBBER 1. ROBBER 1 shoots ERIN in the shoulder then grabs the gun.

ROBBER 1

What the?

ERIN crushes the gun like a piece of paper as he squeezed his fist. FINN runs toward ROBBER 2 & 3 and they shoot him repeatedly.

ROBBER 2

What are you two?

FINN

Just two immortal superheroes.

ERIN punches ROBBER 1 knocking him out. FINN grabs ROBBER 2’S gun and takes out the magazine as he throws both the unloaded gun in one direction and the magazine another. They miraculously hit ROBBERS 3 & 4. FINN & ERIN both look at ROBBER 2 and he just lies down in fear of the two immortal teenagers.

ERIN

That was easy.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Too easy. You immortal dumbasses.

FINN & ERIN are dragged out and thrown out of the jewelry store window and into the street. This was the past LUCIAN as his face was not destroyed.

LUCIAN

Hello boys. Nice to see you two again.

FINN

Fuck you!

LUCIAN laughs maniacally. He vanishes.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

You two… (he laughs creepily) owe me a new face.

FINN pulls out the katana from the dance battle.

ERIN

How the fuck did you keep that? I thought you threw it away?

FINN

This jacket has hidden compartments. You really think I would throw a nice katana away?

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Shall I play some music?

FINN

Yes. Play Can’t Hold Me Down by GRiZ

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Fuck. As much as I want to play the song and the lack of music in this episode and it ends in a few pages. It’s pissing me off. The Author was super focused on getting you and asshole in your head here back to the present. The bastard had to write that my omniscience has limits. Don’t worry… I’ll get you all dual faced dumbasses, Ghost Boy, and Plant Lady and my big brother to top it all off.

FINN

We’ll stop you.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Will you now? Well… what will you do without each other?

ERIN

What do you mean?

LUCIAN snaps his fingers. A portal opens up and ERIN gets pulled in. LUCIAN snaps his fingers one more time before leaving completely. Monsters began to be summoned. FINN now alone wields his katana and is now frightened. He stands in the middle of an ever-growing circle.

CUT TO

ERIN’S LOCATION

ERIN is in an unknown location. Surrounded by space blue and red. Knocked out he is on the ground on what seems to be a temple. Two cloaked figures in the blue and red stand before him.

CHRONAL MONK 1

He is here.

CHRONAL MONK 2

But his other half isn’t.

A man in what seems to be stranger robes and armor appears before the two.

CHRONO MONK 1

Paradox!

They kneel before him.

PARADOX

Half of our kings have arrived.

CUT TO

EDEN

ATHENA intrigued by the vault finds three weapons pertaining to original immortals

ATHENA

Time’s Chrono Scythe

A scythe mechanized to look like a clock.

ATHENA (cont’d)

Death’s Revenant Blade.

A transparent blade hybridized with different swords. A katana’s handle. The crossguards of a broadsword and a slightly curved blade that look lightning bolt. ATHENA comes across two gauntlets.

ATHENA (cont’d)

Life’s Flora Gauntlets…

She touches the gauntlets and feels her power surge through her hand. She looks on in amazement then smiles.

CUT TO

SPIRIT WORLD - TIME FIELDS

KHARON’S boat makes it to the TIME FIELDS, a couple acres of land stand before it. TAVEN leaves the boat and bids KHARON a goodbye. He walks on the patch of land and sees the Time Fields in the distance. A gate guards it with two Tick Tocks at the gate. The fields are patches of enormous portals opened from the ground.

TAVEN

Oh, fuck me.

TAVEN transforms into his spirit form and slowly floats to the goat.

CUT TO

ANCIENT TEMPLE - PRESENT DAY

LUCIAN sits within the temple.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Here we are the last scene of the episode. First, the Author neglects the music, and me by writing that my omniscience has limits. And he focuses this episode on the three immortals. Goody Two Shoes is currently fighting monsters in the past. I sent The Asshole In His Head, God knows where. Acheron… sent the Ghost Boy to the Spirit World and Plant Lady to Eden… I’m going to kill them all. Not just this world, them first. They’ll all pay.

LUCIAN roars in anger and with the Aurora and his Shadow monster. They strike the air and open a portal.

LUCIAN

The Spirit World.

SHADOW

The Garden Of Eden.

Their voices sneer in amusement. LUCIAN looks to the audience.

LUCIAN

Author. You. Don’t. Have. Power. Over. Me.

LUCIAN looks to SHADOW and nods. They both jump in different portals. LUCIAN lands in the Spirit World. SHADOW in Eden’s desert outskirts.

LUCIAN & SHADOW

This is going to be interesting.

CUT TO BLACK

(END OF EPISODE 1)

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

But That Makes You Family Pt. 3

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Once again thank you for those who have given feedback. 

Catch Up Here

“Olivia has been avoiding me.” Craig made his declaration, hands on his hips.

“Can you blame her?” Pope looked over his shoulder at him, little to no interest in his tone.

“Dude, she's been busy. Lay off.” Deran defended, as Craig knew he would.

“Busy? Ah yeah?” Craig pressed, leaning against the counter top, he singled out Deran. “And how many times have you saw her, since she was here? Huh?”

Deran had met Olivia the last three mornings, the surf was good, and they'd had a standing appointment with the cove. Craig knew it, everybody knew it. They had been meeting there since they were kids, setting out before the sun was up.

“Once or twice.” Deran shrugged.

“Once or twice.” Craig repeated, his annoyance growing. She'd told him that they would discuss him meeting Corbin, how were they to discuss shit if she didn't return his calls. “And how many times have you saw Corbin?”

“Once or twice.” Deran kept his answer.

Cornering Deran had been the only way Craig knew how to deal with the news Olivia had delivered, since then Craig had been doing everything he could to try and intentionally piss off his little brother. Whatever, Deran had better things to do than watch Craig throw a tantrum. If he wanted to see his kid, the rules were simple. Grow a pair. Get somewhat sober. Go see him.

“Once or twice. That's real fucking nice.” Craig slapped his hands together.

“If you're that upset go talk to her.” Pope chimed in with the obvious. Craig obviously knew where she was. “Stop being a big baby and go talk to her. But be nice, otherwise you're going to ruin it.”

Pope's advice to talk with Olivia had been straightforward and didn't leave much room for interpretation, unless you were Craig. Parked on the side of the street, he had a clear view of the house. Parked next to the garage on a spare patch of land was a small air stream trailer, a jetset blue Jeep Renegade – with Connecticut plates. A well manicured lawn with the perfectly maintained walk way made the two story house look homey and inviting.

Through the windows Craig couldn't see too much, only a few shapes and shadows through the sheer curtains that were expertly covering the windows. If he sat here long enough he may gather the courage to text Olivia, asking her to come out and meet him.

He'd invite her out, driving down to the strand, or maybe they'd drive and drive until they reached he hills. He'd vent about Smurf and J, tell her about life in general, and how much he had missed her. In return she'd tell him about life on the east coast, how she missed him, and what she hated the most about winters. They'd be free and able to talk and talk. Eventually, he'd ask about Corbin and Olivia would tell him everything he needed or wanted to know. Craig would turn around, driving her back, before he left she'd lean over the side of the scout and kiss his cheek. Waving him off in the rising sun.

Holding his phone, Craig sat watching the house. What if he asked her to come out and she didn't want to see him?

Lime green wasn't the best colour to try and hide, especially sitting on the side of the cul-de-sac. Craig Cody had never been the brightest man, despite that, he was a career criminal surely he had enough sense to know they could spot him from space in that thing. Had his mother taught him nothing?

It was getting late, the sun had set and the sky was that rich blue that crept into black, the first few stars of the night were beginning to show. He had been sitting there for the better part of two hours, Craig wasn't known to be a patient man.

“Olivia.” her mother sauntered into the den where her daughter and grandson were on the sofa, watching whatever sitcom was currently running. “Mind taking out the trash?” She nodded toward the door. “Now?”

“I can do it.” Corbin sat up.

“No, you're going to get ready for bed. I'll do it.” Olivia kissed the top of his head, messing up his shaggy brown locks. She had been at him for months to cut his hair, but he liked it long. The apple didn't fall far.

Glancing out the window, Olivia sighed. She could have gone out by now, she should have gone out by now. Craig was stupid enough to sit on the side of the street, no doubt having put a pound of coke up his nose by now, waiting would do him some good.

Across the street the door opened, a quick flood of light emerging from the house, in the middle was a distorted shadow, and then the porch light illuminated the front of the house. Motion censored. Craig should have known, Carolyn Bridges was always a bit of a hippie. One of the keep the planet clean and energy efficient types.

Through the shadows of the street lights, Craig shifted uneasily in the driver's seat, he had a clear view of Olivia. Marching toward him, her eyes locked on his the closer she got. Wrapped in a soft shawl, her flip flops smacked against the pavement on the way to the car.

"When did you take up stalking?" She asked tapping the hood of the scout.

Sitting up, Craig leaned over the door, his hair partially blocking his view. "I was in the neighbourhood."

"Sure. Right." Olivia nodded halfhearted. "Get out of the car, Craig."

Olivia stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for Craig. He was moving at a snail's pace, for somebody with legs that long he sure took a while. Standing beside the scout, Craig shoved his hands in his pockets waiting for the scolding.

"Come on." she nodded toward the air stream parked in the corner of the yard.

“Huh?”

“Come on, I want to talk. But not out here.” Olivia gestured to the wide open street. In code it meant she didn't want nosy little boys gawking out bedroom windows. Olivia was buying her time on Craig and Corbin. Craig could be staved off until the right time. Corbin on the other hand was best left in the dark, until the time was right.

“He's home?”

“Yeah, but you're not going inside. Not right now.” Olivia pulled a key from her pocket, unlocking the trailer.

“Nice set of wheels ya got.” Craig commented looking over the small Jeep.

Olivia hummed. She liked it. “It got us here, it'll get us home. Gas is great in this thing.”

“I can't believe you drove from fucking Connecticut? Are you insane? What if you'd broke down?" Craig turned, looking down at her.

Olivia sighed, rolling her shoulders to relieve the tension that was mounting. "But we didn't. Besides, if we had I would have called triple A."

"You couldn't be normal for once in your fucking life? Who takes a kid, an old trailer, and drives them across the country?"

"You'd be surprised how many people drive across the country. It's a great way to spend a summer vacation, besides this isn't old. It's vintage. And who are you to talk? Huh? You do shittier things every day, need I remind you that is why I have custody and you have never been allowed to meet my son?"

"Our." Craig mumbled, wisely shutting his mouth when Olivia glared at him.

Not another word, Craig ambled into the trailer behind Olivia. Stooping to clear the ceiling, they did not make these tin cans for tall people. Inside was cozy, if Craig were the type to use that word. A large bed lined the back wall, with a bunk in the front. Cupboards, a sink and stove lined one side. A small table with bench seats and a fridge along the other. The bright yellow and white paint scheme were set off by rich reds and warm browns. Craig was impressed.

“Welcome aboard.” Olivia moved some magazines off one of the benches making room for Craig.

“It's...nice.” Craig commented flopping onto the bench, the cushions were thick and comfortable. He thumbed through the stack of magazines on the table, gathering that they had been brought to entertain Corbin. There was a lack of electronic entertainment in here.

“Thanks, my dad helped me restore it. We took it all back to the original interior, only took six months.” Olivia boasted. “This is the first time we've had her out, really had her out.”

Craig lazily nodded, flipping through the latest issue of Motocross Action. Olivia had always bitched and whined about his bikes, she hated them. Craig had heard every excuse.

“Ugh, Corbin is obsessed with that magazine.” She groaned shaking her head.

“Does he have one?”

“Fuck no.” Olivia scoffed leaving her post holding up the counter. What kind of mother did Craig think she was? Smurf? Hell no. She had sense. "So," Olivia stood on her tip toes, reaching into a small space over the cupboard. Craig leaned back on the bench seat, enjoying the view. It was a rookie move, watching her shorts ride up. "May I ask why you're casing my parent's house?"

Grunting she gave a small jump and snatched the baggie she had been feeling for. Clutched in her hand, Olivia smiled triumphantly, showing Craig the bag of loose green. Sliding a pack of papers from her back pocket, she made herself comfortable on the other side of the folding table.

"I wasn't casing the place." Craig placed a shiny zippo on the table, his offering to the cause. Olivia's tongue darted across the edge of the paper, expertly rolling the joint. Her silence was stronger than words.

“My mom said she saw Pope, not long after Baz,” Olivia didn't bother to finish the sentence. What Carolyn hadn't told her daughter was that she saw the eldest Cody often. Andrew would come by the coffee shop that Carolyn owned. Once a week he would come in, sit in the same corner, and have his coffee.

“He told her that you were in Mexico. Doing a job?” She wasted no time getting to the good stuff.

Deran would tell her what Craig was up to, when she needed to know. Or if it was something that would suddenly leave her son fatherless, in another sense of the word. Most of the time, Olivia didn't want to know what they Codys were up to. If anything went sideways, she was better off never knowing. Mexico had never come up during her calls with Deran.

If Craig missing for a few weeks didn't filter into conversation then it meant one of two things. He was doing a job or there was a woman. Craig and Olivia were long over, never to begin again; Deran had decided that keeping those details from Olivia were for her own good. In some twisted way.

“Nah.” Craig answered shifting around out of awkwardness. “I was down there trying to get a business going, tequila.”

“A tequila business? Really? Wow.” Olivia laid one joint on the table, rolling another.

“Yeah, a friend and I went down. Didn't really get anything off the ground, but that's business.” Craig scratched his nose. He hadn't told Olivia about Renn and he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her about Nicky, although he was sure Deran had told her plenty.

“A friend.” Olivia wiggled her eyebrows. “Female friend?” Craig blushed whether he was aware or not. “Ah! You got a girlfriend, you're not telling me about, Craig Cody?” She teased.

“You uh, you seeing anybody?”

“I've had a boyfriend here and there.” Olivia answered sliding the first joint across the table. “You know how it is, every now and the you need to scratch that itch.” she winked.

“They all okay with Corbin?”

“Of course, I wouldn't bother to have someone around if they weren't good with him. Or if he didn't like them.”

“Good.” Craig's brow was furrowed and his eyes on his hands. “I'm never sure what to tell people, guess I don't tell them anything.”

“So you've never told your girlfriend? What's she going to think?” Olivia wasn't entirely surprised that Craig would keep this detail to himself.

“Naw, she isn't the mommy type. She wouldn't be a bitch about it or to him, but she isn't into the whole happy family, let's have kids thing. You know?” Craig tapped his knuckles on the table top. “Besides, we're not serious and she's out of town.”

“Hmm.” Olivia hummed picking up the joint and lighter.

She had never wanted to be that type either, funny how things change your plans. Lighting the joint, she waited for the right moment to take a puff.

“You been at Smurf's much? I thought about dropping by the other day, but wasn't sure you'd be there.”

Craig barked a laugh. He had been avoiding Smurf's as much as he could, all while watching the place like a hawk. Coming home to find Deran's father there had thrown a wrench into everybody's plans.

“Fuck no. I know that Deran talked to you and..."

"I know about Billy showing up." Olivia exhaled, the pungent smell of weed filling the trailer, in a white cloud. "Deran told me."

"Yeah, well, it's not a good idea for you to come around, Livvy. Not while that asshole is there."

"Then I won't come by the house." Oivia shrugged passing the joint to Craig.

Craig never thought he'd see this scene again, sprawled out with Olivia, huddled up in some space hiding from the outside world. A joint being passed back and forth between them, while all of their troubles left.

"Smurf if going to shit a brick, having Billy in her house." the idea of Smurf having no control over her household was tickling - perhaps it was the high.

"The good news is, she won't be worried about you showing up, now."

"Smurf doesn't have to worry about me. I don't want trouble, I'm simply here on vacation with my son." a coy smirk crossed Olivia's face. “You know that I'm harmless.”

Craig rolled his eyes. Olivia was harmless in the way a spider web was to a mosquito. She was there, taunting and waiting, one slip and you were caught up. She knew too much and Smurf didn't have the balls to do a damn thing about it. Not even Smurf was willing to cross the step-daughter of a District Attorney. Olivia had solidified her spot in Smurf's good graces, when she had her step-father go to bat for Pope. Andrew got off light with the jail time that he'd done, all thanks to Doug Bridges.

“Corbin and I are here for a nice vacation. I don't care about Smurf and her shit. If it weren't for Corbin, I doubt I'd even have the time for you.”

"Were you serious about me meeting him?" Blue eyes hooded and sincere, despite the glassy high. Craig wrinkled his nose, taking another puff from the joint, holding it out to Olivia. “I want to meet him, Livvy. Let me fucking meet him.”

Tilting her head to take a closer, more in depth look, Olivia took a puff, holding the smoke in her lungs. Blowing out a breath of smoke, she could see it now. The resemblance between Craig and her son. Corbin had the same hooded eyes, bright blue and sparkling. His nose and smile, all Craig. Even his wild mess of long hair, was Craig.

"Yes, but first there are some rules." Olivia leaned forward, hovering over the table and Craig. "It's late, we'll talk about this later. Go home."

Standing Olivia walked to the door, pushing it open with a grunt she stood holding the metal door. Taking the hint Craig slowly gathered himself and rose to his feet, stooping until he was out the door and could return to full height.

"Can I..."

"Night, Craig." Olivia waved and pulled the door shut.

Left in the yard, Craig cursed and kicked at the paved drive way. So that's how she was going to do this? Invite him in and then toss him out? Who did she think she was, anyway?

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The Road Trip Part 1

Hey guys, this is a new Bestfriend!Harry series.  Harry and his best friend, Luna, go on a trip together, but Luna’s boyfriend ruins it all.  Feedback and requests are welcomed.  Enjoy!

            Harry tugged the bulky orange suitcase down the cobblestone path. He huffed, hoisted the luggage over his shoulder, dropping the case in the tiny trunk.  He hoped there was not another suitcase awaiting him in her house.  His best friend, Luna, leaned against the cool gray brick wall.  Luna frantically scrolled through her phone, thumb hovering over her boyfriend’s contact. Harry planned a summer road trip since Luna dreamt of touring the world as a child.  Harry enjoyed watching Luna’s eyes light up with joy and curiosity. Harry remembered when he brought her along with him to an art opening, and Harry would never forget how she bounced with joy all night.  What was the only downside to their trip?  Luna’s annoying boyfriend invited himself.  Now, they were thirty minutes late, waiting for Luna’s boyfriend to show up. Harry remembered meeting Luna’s boyfriend, Daniel, at a house party.  Daniel, a handsome man, but could kill a party in a matter of seconds.  The man spewed random facts that put everyone to sleep.  Luna chewed on her nails, waiting for Daniel to answer his phone.   “Hello?” His thick British accent rang out. “Babe, where are you?  Harry and I are waiting for you,” She mumbled. Harry rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Yeah, like I’m a ball of happiness waiting for him to show up.” She glared, bumping Harry’s hip with her own. Harry chuckled, deciding to lock up her house while she spoke with Daniel.   “Okay, we will pick you up.” Harry groaned internally, refusing to travel an extra fifteen miles to Daniel’s house.  Harry prepared to throw a tantrum, but his icy heart melted when he caught sight of her wide grin.  It would only be a few months with the man.            Daniel packed three suitcases, overloading the trunk.  Harry assumed half of the suitcases contained books since Daniel curled up in the backseat and read Moby Dick.  Harry attempted to read that book once for a class but resorted to spark notes after ten minutes of deciphering the text.  Luna sat next to Harry, fiddling with the radio stations.  Harry enjoyed trips with Luna because she was the ideal passenger. Luna played the best music, fed Harry snacks they had purchased at local shops, and talked enough to keep Harry awake. Daniel noted Luna feeding Harry chips and Haribo, growling with jealousy.  Daniel despised Harry.  Harry followed Luna around with hearts in his eyes, and Daniel assumed asking Luna to be his girlfriend would tell Harry that she was off limits, but it had not worked. Luna squealed, yanking her fingers away from Harry’s rosy lips.  Harry laughed, licking her thumb again, after accidentally brushing his tongue against her fingers when he grabbed a green gummy bear.   “Can I have the yellow ones?” She wondered. Harry nodded, “Of course, you know that the yellow ones remind me of cleaning products.  How could you like them?” She chuckled, “I don’t know.  I guess I’m a weirdo.” “We knew that,” Harry joked. Daniel rolled his eyes, slamming his book shut. Harry glanced back, smirking at Daniel’s furrowed eyebrows.  Harry felt thrilled when he annoyed Daniel.   “How’s the book?” Harry asked. “Great, it is my fifth time reading it.  The music playing makes it hard to focus,” Daniel grumbles.   Luna frowned, twisting the knob to lower Stevie Nicks’ voice.  Harry scowled, refusing to let Daniel control this trip. “Didn’t know that my gran is with us,” Harry hissed. Luna frowned, disappointed with Harry’s behavior.  Harry ignored her stare, focusing on the road.   “Harry, have you read Moby Dick?” Daniel asked, leaning his elbows on his knees.   Harry nodded, “Professor Goldstein assigned it sophomore year.  I nearly died that semester.” Luna giggled, praying Daniel would not retort with a backhanded comment. “Well, I guess you did not understand the symbolism.  Some people can’t wrap their minds around great literature.” Harry’s blood boiled.  His fist tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.  Harry opened his mouth, preparing the best argument, but Luna interrupted him. “I finished Fifty Shades of Gray,” She blurted out. Harry smiled, relaxing his muscles, “Did you?” She laughed, “Yeah, that is the last time I let Niall choose the book for our club.” “I’m surprised he didn’t force you to read Golfer’s Digest,” Harry joked. “He nearly did, but Kassie stopped him.” “Bless Kassie, she saved that boy,” Harry tsked, shaking his head. Luna nodded, zoning out on the scenery around her.  Daniel continued planning his next attack on Harry.  An entire trip with that man was too long for Daniel.            Harry yawned for the fourth time, searching for their hotel.  Daniel snoozed in the backseat, cuddling Moby Dick into his chest.  Luna leaned her head against the window, her pale cheek smushed against the cool glass. Harry watched as her lips parted, allowing small puffs of air to flutter out.  Harry grinned, covering her arms with his sweatshirt.  Harry found the neon blue sign, parking in the filled lot. Harry groaned, stretching out his arms. He reached across the console, nudging her cheeks with his thumbs.  She whined, eyebrows furrowing, as she buried herself deeper into his passenger seat.   “Love, we arrived.  You need to wake up,” Harry softly whispered.   Harry spent years learning how to wake up Luna. One must softly nudge her into consciousness, then talk softly because her ears are still sensitive.  When Luna is fully awake, one must prepare for cuddles and promise that she can rest soon.  “Can you carry me?” Harry’s heart skipped a beat.   Usually, he would lift her up and carry her into the hotel, but Daniel would throw a fit.   “I would, but Daniel would have my head. How about you get up, and I’ll repay you with chocolate chips muffins.” She cracked an eye open, “And a tall iced latte?” Harry chuckled, “Yes.” She moaned and groaned, gathering her phone and snacks.  Harry flipped around, swatting Daniel on the forehead.  Daniel jumped awake, shooting daggers at Harry.   “Oh, I’m sorry, I did not know that was your forehead.  Anyways, we have a hotel room to catch.” Daniel huffed, climbing out of Harry’s car. Luna opened her arms, falling into Daniel’s side.  Harry bit his lip because he knew that if Daniel weren’t here, Luna would be cuddled into his side right now.  Harry pulled each suitcase out, carrying his toward the check-in desk.  Harry helped Daniel once their room keys were in their pockets.  Daniel trudged past Harry’s room, but Luna stopped.  She smiled sadly, watching Harry open his door.   “Are you okay?” She asked. Harry turned toward his dark hotel room. Usually, Luna shared a room with him on every trip.  His mom, Anne, stopped setting up the guest room since Luna and Harry shared his bed. Harry wanted to hold onto Luna and tell Daniel to fuck off, but he simply nodded. “Great, breakfast tomorrow?”  She asked, bouncing on her tiptoes. Harry grinned, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Harry bent down, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.  She froze, blushing at the contact.  Harry smirked, watching her stumble away while waving at him.  Harry shut his door, allowing his tired eyes to close. Luna shut her door, regulating her breathing after Harry’s peck.  Daniel looked up from his book, winking at her. “Are you tired?” He asked, patting the spot on the bed next to him. She frowned, “I have an early morning with Harry.  We have this breakfast shop we want to try.” “Am I not invited?” Daniel asked, perking up. She rolled her eyes, “Of course, why would you not be invited?” “I don’t know.  You said that you and Harry had plans.  You did not specify that I was included in them.” “What’s wrong with you?” She noticed his cold tone. He fluffed his pillow, “You always do things with him.  We are exploring the world, shouldn’t we be doing things as a couple?” “We are doing things as a couple.  Harry is apart of the package deal.  You understood that when you asked me to be your girlfriend,” She hissed, throwing her t-shirt onto the ground. “Fine, let’s just go to sleep,” He huffed. “I’ll be right there,” She mumbled, slipping into her nightgown.   She slid open the balcony door, stepping out into the cool summer night wind.  She stared up at the constellations, organizing her thoughts. She did not understand where Daniel’s jealousy came from, but she was not a fan.  Maybe Harry spent too much time with her, but where else would he go?            Harry hummed along with Shania Twain his fingers tossed his hair around. Harry recently ditched his long locks, which upset Luna.  He remembered her complaint being, “Now, I can’t call you Tarzan.  What will I call you?”  Harry fixed his hair, giving up on a stray strand that hovered over his right eyebrow.  Harry zipped up his black jeans, tossed on a white t-shirt, and slid his feet into a pair of brown boots.  Harry skipped down the musty hall, halting at Luna’s door.  He lifted his fist, knocking twice.  Luna squealed, spritzing vanilla perfume on her skin.  Daniel rolled his eyes, collecting her wallet and his book.  Luna cracked open the door. “Who is it?” She asked, attempting to quiet her giggles. Harry bit back his giggles, “Maid service.” “Oh great, I left quite the mess,”  She yanked open the door, gasping when she saw Harry.   By this time Harry and Luna were in a fit of giggles, “What a handsome maid.” Daniel stood there, feeling confused and irritated.  They had not left a mess in their room, and why was Harry this perky at seven in the morning.   “It’s an inside joke,” Luna explained, catching sight of Daniel’s expression. “Yeah, one time, Luna called the maid since she accidentally spilled soda on the carpet.  I had left to grab a movie, and when I returned she thought I was the maid.” “I guess it’s a ‘should have been there’ type of joke,” Daniel complained. Luna frowned, “Well, let’s grab breakfast.” Harry nodded, offering a hand to her. Usually, Luna held Harry’s hands wherever they went.  Luna blamed her cold hands on poor circulation, so Harry warmed them with his own. Luna looked over at Daniel’s raised eyebrow.  She nodded, nudging Harry’s side.  Harry noticed the sorrow and yearning in her eyes.  His smile fell, and so did his heart.  He nodded, watching Daniel link elbows with Luna.  Harry glared because Luna hated linking elbows.  She complained that linking elbows made her feel awkward.  What was she supposed to do with her arm?  Harry swallowed his comments, walking toward the elevator.   “How did you sleep?” Daniel asked Harry. Harry smiled, “Wonderful.  How did you sleep?” “Great, Luna didn’t hog the blankets last night.” Luna chuckled awkwardly, “I forgot my second blanket.” Harry frowned, Luna needed multiple blankets to stay warm throughout the night.  Harry supplied her with three blankets each time they had a sleepover.  How could Daniel laugh it off while his girlfriend barely slept?            The tiny brick café smelt of delicious baked goods.  Luna’s stomach growled as soon as she stepped inside. Harry’s mouth watered, examining each muffin and bread they had.  Daniel whined about the bitter coffee scent.   “What are you going to order?” Harry asked Luna. Luna checked the menu again, “I want an egg croissant, but I want to try a chocolate chip muffin.” “Why not get both?” Harry wondered. “This is why I love you,” She smiled, leaning into Harry. Harry smiled, “I love you too.” They each ordered their items.  Harry decided on two slices of their lemon poppy bread, Luna ordered the croissant and the muffin, and Daniel chose a slice of banana bread.   “Can we sit outside?  Please?  It looks beautiful.  The sun is coming out, they have vines draping down the umbrellas, and we can people watch!” Harry nodded, “Sure, anything you want dear.” She rolled her eyes, swatting at Harry. Harry watched her run out to grab a table.  She waved, pointing toward a table near the sidewalk.  Luna enjoyed watching people go about their lives and making up stories based on the short encounter.  Harry loved each story.   “Are you in love with her?” Daniel spoke up, startling Harry.   “Geez, where did you come from?” Harry asked, gripping his chest. Daniel rolled his eyes, “Answer me.” Harry rolled his eyes this time, “Commanding, how attractive.  No, I am not in love with Luna.  We’ve been best friends since middle school.  She understands me better than I understand myself sometimes, but I do not love her.  You can back off now.” “Oh, I’m not jealous.  I wanted to make it clear that she is mine.  She never thinks of you in bed,” Daniel bragged. Harry clenched his jaw, “Great.  Just don’t call her yours because she is an independent woman.  She could drop you in a second and never care.  Now, shall we join her?” Daniel watched Harry scamper off,  “I’ll make her hate you.” “What took you so long?” Luna asked Daniel, noticing he arrived later than Harry had. “Bathroom,” Daniel mumbled. Harry pointed his fork toward an elderly lady talking animatedly on the phone, “What’s her story.” Luna nodded, “Ah, Karen.  She recently divorced her husband because he cheated on her with the pool boy.  Right now, she’s exploding on a sandwich shop employee about her divorce.  She’ll never find love again, except in cheap wine bottles.” “Wow, what a tragedy,” Harry mumbled, wiping away a fake tear. “Sometimes people fall out of love.”            “Are you ready to explore?” Daniel asked, stepping into the hotel with Luna and Harry. “Sure, where should we go?” Luna questioned. Harry looked around the hotel, “Actually, you go ahead.  I’ll catch up with you two later.” “What?  I thought we wanted to do this together,” Luna complained. “I do, but I need to grab something. Have fun with Daniel,” Harry mumbled, pecking her cheek before jogging off. Daniel nearly cheered, thinking Harry understood his message about leaving Luna alone.   Luna pouted, turning toward Daniel, “Where should we go?” “I found a bookstore around here.  Shall we visit it?” Luna shrugged, wishing Harry was here to make some stupid joke.   Harry drove down crowded streets, searching for the shop.  Harry smiled parking at some dimly lit store.  Harry stumbled through the front door, breathing in the cinnamon candle scent. An elderly lady rushed toward Harry. The short, chubby lady reminded Harry of his gran.  Happiness and comfort emitted from the woman. “Hello dear, how may I help you?” Her honey-sweet voice warmed Harry. “I’m searching for your quilted blankets. My best friend left her blanket at home, and we are traveling all summer.  I figured I’d buy her one,” Harry blushed. She grinned, “Right this way.  We have a wide selection of quilts.  My daughters and I knit each one.” Harry gripped the soft cloth, feeling his muscles relax, “Wow, these feel amazing.  I might have to buy two.” “We would love that.  Everyone buys quilts online, so our customers have disappeared.” Harry frowned, “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, everything will be okay. I’ll be at the desk when you are ready,” The woman flashed one last smile before leaving Harry alone. Harry grabbed a lavender quilt for Luna, a blue one for himself, and three of the yellow ones.  Harry did not need five new quilts, but he wanted to help the shop. “Wow, you are purchasing five quilts?” “Yes ma’am, these quilts are amazing.” The woman grinned, ringing up Harry’s quilts. Harry enjoyed making people’s lives better.  Harry walked out of the store, proud that he made that woman’s day.  He messaged Luna, telling her to meet him at the hotel.              Luna dragged Daniel down the street, eager to see Harry.  Daniel spent an hour discussing books with another woman. The doe-eyed woman checked out Daniel too many times for Luna.  Luna attempted to pull Daniel away, but he waved her off.  She finally left him alone, missing the moment when he saved the other woman’s number on his phone.  Now, Daniel boiled with anger.  He had to leave because of Harry.  Luna waited impatiently in the elevator, watching the glowing red digits change on each floor.  Harry sat on his bed, tapping his feet.  Luna knocked on the door, opening it only a second later. “Harry, what is the surprise?” She asked, eyes searching around his room.   Harry laughed, removing his hands from behind his back, revealing the quilt.  Luna squealed with joy, reaching for the blanket. “Thank you. You are a lifesaver.  I hate sleeping without an extra blanket!” Daniel glared, watching Harry buy his girlfriend another gift.  Harry constantly surprised Luna with tiny gifts, which Daniel would buy if Harry didn’t beat him to the punch.   “I bought you one too.  I didn’t know what color you wanted, so I bought you a yellow.” Daniel forced a smile on his face, “Thank you.” “What were you two doing?” “Daniel took us to this bookstore.  It was amazing,” Luna cooed, smiling up at Daniel. Daniel smirked, capturing her plump lips with his thin lips.  Harry winced, looking away from his best friend making out with her boyfriend. “Well, how about we go see that art museum? I’ll even bring my camera.” “Yes, Harry takes the best photos,” Luna gushed.   Harry chuckled, loading up the film into his camera.   “I mean, he’s an art major.  Shouldn’t he be good at photography?” Daniel wondered. “No, I could suck at it.  That would be ironic,” Harry joked. Daniel nodded, chuckling lightly to break the tension.  Luna gripped Daniel’s hand, moving toward the door.  Harry followed, locking his hotel room.  Maybe things with Daniel would get better with time.  

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