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gay-otlc · 3 years

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Keepers Of The Chaos (3)

Summary: Tam, Linh, Dex, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh’s podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing, religion (Jewish Vackers), and Amsterdam (just in case, I know that was stressful for some people).

Word count: 1621

Notes: Most of the episodes are just events stolen from Lynn's roundup, Dex's memes are here

(Read on AO3)

The life of an amateur meme maker on dumbles dot com was a strange one, that was for sure. After finishing xyr favorite show- Ze-Ra: Monaerchs of Powhir- for the third time, Dex had searched for another show to fill the void in xyr soul. Biana recommended this show called "Keepers of the Chaos" and described it to xem. Xe was doubtful at first, but after watching the first episode, xe was hooked.

Xe used to not have many friends at xyr school, so xe did what every neurodivergent queer teen would do- made an account on dumbles dot com. People seemed to like xem- or at least, they liked dizznee-plus's memes and edits of Ze-Ra characters. Even after Dex befriended xyr squish, Fitz, thons sister, Biana, and aer girlfriend, Sophie, xe continued making content on dumbles. Around that time, the Ze-Ra fandom started dying off, and xyr memes started getting fewer note

In a sudden, two am burst of inspiration, Dex made edits of some of xyr favorite characters, like Ref, Akki, and Rose, with their respective pride flags (all of them bi) over them, and captioned it "we must be gay." The post blew up, or at least, what could be considered blowing up in Keeper of the Chaos's tiny fandom, and that was how Dex found xyr calling as an amateur meme/edit maker for KOTC.

History had been repeating itself, with the KOTC fandom starting to die off, until it was revived by an announcement from creator Saturn Nolastname- a season two would be released soon. Frantically, Dex made a meme about season one episode two, with the car salesman meme. Xe edited "chaos keepers" onto the car salesman, "the rarelynoticed" on the car, and "this bad boy can fit so many stripper outfits into it."

That had been... an interesting episode, to say the least. The chaos keepers had been talking about the antagonists of "Sophie and the Dark Duck"- a rebel group called the Rarelynoticed. In the information packet they'd been given, it was confirmed that the Rarelynoticed wore black cloaks and armbands, but no other clothes had been mentioned. Somehow, the chaos keepers came to the conclusion that the Rarelynoticed really wore neon pink leotards and green stripper heels, then drew this idea.

Needless to say, the Tumblr staff did not let them write that into the book. Nor did Lynn, the unofficially chosen leader of the group. Unfortunately for her, this didn't stop the chaos keepers from drawing more of these- or the fandom from making a ton of memes. In addition to the car salesman meme, a post with Drake saying no to "wearing normal fucking villain outfits" and yes to "leotards and stripper heels" gained popularity within the small fandom.

Though nothing could match the absolute shock of seeing the Rarelynoticed stripper outfit for the first time, Dex decided to rewatch the episode anyway- it was funny to see the chaos keepers freak out, and maybe xe could get some good screen captures. The good Saturn Nolastname indulged xem, and xe captured an excellent scene of most of the chaos keepers either laughing or screaming at the Rarelynoticed stripper outfits, with Kimber- one of xyr favorites- sitting on the side, explaining to Juno and Kaitee why Bianca Cracker was bisexual.

Xe went over to dumbles, posted the picture, added an image description, and captioned it "Live photo of me not caring when my friends talk about sex/romance." Xe chuckled to xemself- this really was how it felt to be aroace. Xe tagged it as aromantic and asexual as well, since dumbles added flag colors. Smiling, xe went to go check xyr notifications.

Xyr jaw dropped when xe saw that @lordofthesnuggles- Fitzroy (Dex didn't know thons middle name) Vacker thonself had liked and reblogged all three of xyr memes, even adding compliments in the tags! Xe'd had a bit of a platonic crush on Fitz for... a really long time, but xe always felt too awkward to talk to thon, so it was nice to see that thon appreciated xyr humor.

Feeling energized- and excited to procrastinate on xyr math homework- Dex went to watch the next episode: Dark Duck Is Jewish Now. Being Jewish xemself, this was a really funny episode to xem.

Lynn had been writing a sort of spinoff- it would be called fanfiction, but it was for her own story- about some of the Dark Duck characters celebrating Christmas, and added a throwaway line about Bianca and Finn Cracker celebrating Hanukkah. Then, her fiance, Shai, had taken that idea and run with it, writing a list of ideas about what would happen if the Cracker family was Jewish. Hir friend Sam had jumped on the idea, and soon they had abandoned writing the actual Dark Duck in favor of writing a story about Jewish Dark Duck characters. Some of the other Jewish chaos keepers, like Ref and Cat, helped out.

To be honest, it kind of surprised Dex that no one had made a joke about the Jewish Crackers just being matzah, so xe supposed xe would have to be the first.

Xe posted that observation, quickly getting a like from Fitz- which made xem smile. After a few minutes, Dex posted another meme: Shai and Sam standing in front of a door with a sign that read "elves don't have religion," and them saying "This sign won't stop me, because I can't read!"

It was accurate.

While that episode was great for Jewish representation, and funny, the Banana Noir episode was just plain weird.

It focused less on the Dark Duck than most of the other episodes, and was more about the crazy interactions of the chaos keepers. The episode was named for Banana Noir, who was really Cat Noir, but in a banana suit. Banana Noir was the son of Mellie, who looked like a shark, and Nora, who had platonically married faer. The mothers tried to arrange a marriage between him and Akki, who loved the side characters of the Dark Duck series. However, Akki wanted to marry Amelia. After a lot of shit that basically no one understood, Banana Noir's attempts were thwarted, and Lynn officiated the wedding between Akki and Amelia.

Yeah, Dex had no idea what the fuck was going on either. Xe'd watched an episode of Twins of the Chaos and a youtube video by arsonpog analyzing the Banana Noir chronicles, as it had been dubbed by the chaos keepers, and both expert opinions seemed to agree that Saturn Nolastname and the rest of the writers had probably been on crack when they made that episode.

The next episode made slightly more sense, though it was a low bar. After taking a break from the "official" Dark Duck story, the chaos keepers began collectively writing a Cinderella story about the characters Sophia and Bianca. People weren't allowed to be queer in the official story, but the chaos keepers still wanted to have fun with their obviously gay characters.

Even to the viewers of the show, who only received secondhand information about the Dark Duck characters, knew there was no way any of them, let alone all of them, were allocishet. The exact identities weren't entirely clear- when Dex had made edits of the characters' official art and xyr headcanons for their pride flags, a few people had disagreed- but both the chaos keepers and the fandom knew that despite what Shannon said, Sophia and Bianca were in love, and their Cinderella story should have made it in to the official Dark Duck story.

While excerpts of the Cinderella story were quoted in the show, most of it was left unclear, so Biana had taken it upon aerself to write aer own version of it. Dex was expecting an update later that day, actually, or maybe the next. Ae wasn't always 100% reliable with aer update schedule. Still, Dex looked forward to when it eventually did come.

After the brief calmness from the Sophianca Cinderella episode, season one episode six, Amsterdam, exploded back into chaos. A few of the chaos keepers decided to discuss a fake scene in the book in which crazy shit went down, with the scene supposedly being located in Amsterdam. It had never been written and was never going to be, but everyone discussed it like it was real. Some of the highlights involved all the Dark Duck girls having swords (and the chaos keepers being gay for them), and a speedboat chase scene through the canals. Fitz had a popular theory that the chaos keepers would actually travel to Amsterdam in order to commemorate this crazy part of their lives. Almost as popular as that was a meme Dex made, with a man labeled "chaos keepers discussing amsterdam" and gesturing feverishly to a wall covered in papers and red string.

Of course, episode seven (Dark Duck Disney) was chaotic too. Everything was chaotic with this group, it was in the title. Shannon announced that the winning Dark Duck story would be adapted into a Disney movie. After past experience with terrible book to movie adaptations, the chaos keepers panicked. They panicked so much that it became major news within their school, which until then, had been largely ignoring the chaos keepers. Once the discussion about the movie settled down, they talked a lot about how in awe they were that their Dark Duck shenanigans were trending within the school.

But of course, none of that compared to the last episode of the season...

Dex changed xyr profile picture to include an ominous pair of teal eyes and sighed.

#tumblr kotlc fandom fandom #keepers of the chaos #shai types things #shai's writing #hehe like the ze-ra reference

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headoverjojo · 4 years

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Can I get reactions hc for la squadra finding out their fem teammate is a single mom, just soemthing fluffy and nice. You don't have to do this, thank you for your time ^^

Hi there, dear! Awwwww, it’s really a sweet and cute prompt :,) Here we go, sure! I hope you’ll like it :3

La Squadra di Esecuzione find out that their new teammate is a single mom

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

While he doesn’t actively investigate on his members’ private life, Risotto trusts them to come to him if they are affected by something that may jeopardize their performance on workplace. They are a hitmen team and, as such, they can rely just on each other; Risotto always makes it extremely clear to the newer members, and he had told so also to the new girl of the team. If there was something that worried her she could talk to him, and he would have done whatever he could to help her. She knew it, but still, she waited a little; her secret was too important, and she wanted to be more than sure that she could trust her teammates, her leader in particular.

So, when she felt comfortable enough, she told Risotto that she needed to talk to him about a delicate topic. Risotto’s mind was already racing, when she entered again his office, but not alone. Risotto’s perplexed red eyes met a kid’s ones, and the kid was watching him with curiosity and wonder. She explained him that the kid was her child, and that she was taking care of them all by herself, as their father, well… when he found out she was pregnant, he thought well to run away. Risotto felt an indignant rage building up in his chest; how could someone abandon his own child and partner?! Well, now she wasn’t alone anymore. He promised her to help her as much as he could: a salary increase, to provide to the child’s needs, a safe house, and then -and this made her jaw drop- he would have taken care of the child while she was in mission. They were a team; they always got each other’s back.

The kid absolutely loves to stay with “uncle Risotto”. They never had a male figure in their life, it had always been just them and their mom, so, when they saw that Risotto was, behind that intimidating face, quiet and soft, they cling to him like their life depended from it. They were a quiet and good kid, and Risotto liked to spend time with them; while he was doing his paperwork, the kid read their books or draw on their notebook. In secret, Risotto had even introduced them to few metal songs, beaming in joy when he saw how much they were enjoying it! Soon, they were united by a strong and deep bond that always made F/N softly smile; she was so happy to see her child happy… it was the only thing that mattered.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto is usually the one assigned to the rookies’ training, as Risotto is already too busy with leadership, missions and paperwork. And so he was responsible also for F/N’s training; not that she needed it… she was already skilled. Prosciutto’s task was a mere surveillance on her first missions, to be sure she could do her job in the most discreet way, as it was expected from a hitman. Being her trainer, he also cared about certain aspects of her private life, such as her house -he had to be sure it was safe-, and eventual relatives or people that could jeopardize the secrecy of her job. She came to trust him, the more they trained together; he cared for her not only as her trainer, but also as her friend. That’s why she chose to let him know her most precious secret; she knew that he would have treasured it with his own life.

She asked him to meet her at the nearby park. While he was waiting for her, he wondered what kind of secret she had to reveal: a secret husband? Maybe she had another identity? He was still pondering about it when he heard her steps coming near. And she wasn’t alone… there were more steps, lighter, like a child’s ones. He lifted his eyes and he saw her -it was so strange to see her in a civilian outfit- and, hand in hand with her, a child, who was maybe five, six years old. He looked at the child, curious, elaborating their presence. So they were F/N’s secret… while the child was playing on the swing, she told him the whole story, how she got pregnant with her child when she was just a teenager, how her family and her -by now ex- boyfriend basically left her alone… how she managed to take care of her child. It hadn’t been easy, of course, but here they were. Her child was healthy and happy… she couldn’t ask for more. And she hadn’t to; she was part of the Squadra Esecuzioni, now, and Prosciutto would have never left her alone. They were family. He planned with her a new schedule that could allow her to spend more time with her child, and then, when she had to go on missions, he offered to babysit the child. No one of the family was left behind.

The child was happy to stay with big brother Prosciutto, when mom was away. Prosciutto has always been good with children, and he shows it with F/N’s child too; he manages to keep them busy, to always make them do their homeworks and then to eat all their vegetables. They really dream to be, one day, as cool and strong as big brother Prosciutto!

Pesci

Among the members, Pesci was the softest. And, as -now ex- rookie, he could sympathize with F/N. He still remembered how scared and disoriented he was when he had first joined… So, when F/N joined their ranks, he was here to support her as much as he could. He was the first who reached out to befriend her; surviving as hitwoman without any bond wasn’t easy. It tended to… drive someone’s crazy, and he didn’t want it for her. She was a bit suspicious, in the beginning; she had thought that entering a team of assassins would have been to basically enter into a merciless competition between each other, a lair full of wolves… but it wasn’t so, and Pesci had proved it. She appreciated how supportive he was… he was the first real friend he had had in ages. She trusted him, and she felt that she could safely inform him of her most important secret, what she had protected with her nails and teeth since her little, sweet secret was born. She knew that Pesci too would have treasure it as much as she had always done.

She invited him to her house, officially to take a coffee together. Pesci was a bit nervous; he had seen the light in her eyes… he knew she wanted to tell him something, but he absolutely didn’t know what. When, after ringing the doorbell, a small child came to open the door, his jaw almost dropped. And who was this kid? Maybe… maybe they were the “thing” she had to reveal him? He recovered quickly from his shock, and gently smiled at the kid, following them to the living room, where their mom was putting two coffee mugs on the small table. Pesci sat down with her and, while the child was playing with their toys, she told him how she got pregnant with her kid, and then was left alone by everyone; how she joined the Squadra basically to earn enough money to guarantee her child a safe and good future. Pesci was touched by her story, and promised to help her as much as he could, being, for example, her child’s babysitter when she was away.

Pesci’s softness and kindness really made their way onto the kid. The child loved big brother Pesci: he was a gentle giant who always played with them whenever they asked him to, and he was their mom’s best friend. And F/N couldn’t be happier: he child was happy, and they had a wonderful bond with Pesci… yes, entering the Squadra had been a good idea, after all.

Formaggio

Formaggio is always ready to befriend new people, of course if they are of his likings. And F/N absolutely is: she’s smart, clever, and she could beat him in a fair wrestling arm match. He wants to be her best friend! And, in the dark world she decided to dive in, a friend like him was what she needed: someone who could still make her laugh, who could help her to forget, at least for a little while, what she did for living. She knew that, even when he was a little tipsy after few beers, he could still keep important secrets to himself, and the one she wanted to reveal him was really, really important… her life was enclosed in that secret. After a first period of pondering and uncertainty, she decided to make him part of the secret too. Now she knew that she could trust him with all her heart, as he had shown more than once to be a good and loyal friend. The world was dark and horrible… she also needed someone who could take care of secret, if… well, if a mission didn’t go as it should. And she trusted Formaggio to do so.

They met at his flat, as it was the nearest to the supermarket where she went to do groceries. When he went to open the door, the last thing he imagined to see was a small child hand in hand with F/N. What the hell…?! He let them come in, checking that no one had seen or followed them. Then, after turning on the TV on a random cartoon channel, to distract the child, Formaggio asked her explanations. Who was that kid? Was really hers? And, well… where was the father? After hearing her murmured explanation, that the child’s father was an alcoholic who beat her and that she had finally left him when her child was just born, Formaggio was fuming. He knew how it felt growing up with an alcoholic and violent father… he was just glad she had found the strength to leave him and to protect her child. And he wanted to help her; he couldn’t leave her friend alone with a child… yes, he wasn’t expert of childcaring, but at least he could do something, like babysitting them! It was better than nothing!

And the kid really loves his new uncle. He’s funny, he teaches him funny tricks, and he watches cartoons with them! He’s awesome! The kid never knew their father, but, sometimes, they wish that Formaggio was their real father. They dream to be as awesome as him, when they grow up!

Melone

Melone is not an easy person to approach, nor he’s good at befriending people. He’s by now too used to wear the mask of the “weirdo scientist” that, sometimes, it’s even hard to remember how he is for real. However, F/N hadn’t prejudices toward him, and she was quite intuitive and sensitive, enough to catch a glimpse of the true Melone who was hiding behind the mask. With time, and seeing that she was still kind and talkative even when anyone else would have just left without turning back, he started to warm up to her, to slowly but steadily leave the mask behind. F/N was pleasantly surprised to see that, when he was allowed to, Melone was way better than how he usually presented himself; yes, he was still a bit weird, but who wasn’t so, in the Squadra? In Melone, she found a good friend, someone curious and intelligent to talk to. And she could see that he was good at keeping secrets; his weirdo attitude helped a lot. Since he was her best friend and, she had seen, he was good with kids -even if his “kids” were little murderous stands-, and, well, she needed a backup, in case the worst happened… so, she decided to tell him the truth about her too, to take off the mask as he had done for her.

They met at her house. The moment Melone entered, he could tell immediately that a kid was living in that house. And he was right; after a little, a little kid bounced toward him and F/N, asking her if they could have a little ice cream, with big eyes and an adorable pout. Before the kid, after their mom’s “no”, could throw a tantrum, Melone proposed to make all together fruity icicles; in this way, the kid got distracted, had fun and ate something healthier than ice cream. F/N could just smile, while watching Melone interacting with the child: he really was good with them… while the kid was busy eating his icicle, she told him her story, how she got pregnant with her kid when she was barely a eighteen years old girl, how she was left alone… Melone listened to her in silence, grimacing. How cruel… he turned to her, promising to help her as much as he could and, while he was saying so, the kid come to him, hugging his waist and thanking him for teaching them how to make icicles. She could just smile again; well… it seemed that her kid had already accepted Melone in the family!

As the kid had showed since the very first day, they adored Melone. He was good at making them do their homework while keeping it fun; for him, learning shouldn’t be a tedious and monotonous task, but something interesting and funny! And Melone, since he started to babysit them, felt lighter, happier; it was wonderful to take care of someone, for once, and not to plan the next murder…

Illuso

As “official” spy of the team, Illuso had the task to investigate on the new members, in case there could be something that could put them or the entire team at risk. Risotto trusted him enough not to ask detailed reports, knowing that, in case, Illuso would have told him everything. And he was right; Illuso responded better to trust than to fear, and, until now, he had never disappointed his leader. Until he was told to investigate on F/N, their new teammate. He hadn’t found anything strange, for a while; she had a normal and quiet routine, she never showed signs that could make him think she was going to betray them… her behaviour was impeccable even during missions. But there was something that bugged him… he hadn’t still told to Risotto, as it was much his guts talking than evidences, and, also, F/N, whom he had befriended, seemed to treasure that secret. But it wasn’t something that could affect the team’s safety… then what was that? He had come to trust her, so he would have waited for her to finally tell him.

And the moment came when October was just starting; she had invited him to a park near her house -closing an eye on the fact that Illuso knew perfectly where she lived-, so they could talk in peace. When he arrived to the park, the first thing he did was to check the surroundings and the people around: an old couple, three moms chatting on a bench, a couple of dads playing soccer with their kids… and then a kid made few bells in his head ring. Those eyes, and that way to laugh… no, it couldn’t be! Or could it? He looked at F/N, who was waiting for him on a bench, and she just nodded. He sighed, finally adding that last piece to the puzzle; now it was all clear… he sat down with her, listening to her story; it sure must have have been difficult, and tiring to take care of a child all alone… but now she wasn’t alone anymore. Yes, the team wasn’t… the best company ever, but one thing they prided themselves of was their loyalty toward each other. And she could trust them: they would have done anything to keep her child safe.

Illuso and the kid managed to get along just after a little. Illuso wasn’t the most talkative and playful person around, but, after he managed to catch the kid’s attention with an exquisite glass ball which reflected the light so nicely, it was done. The kid was fascinated by Illuso’s collection of glass sculptures, by the light that passed through them… Illuso, once a glass maker apprentice, showed them the secrets of glass making. All in all, they had similar tastes: they liked puzzles, riddles, everything that could challenge their minds… F/N wasn’t really sure it had been a good decision. Together, those two were unstoppable!

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio was definitely not the easiest person to approach. However, since it seemed that his stand and the rookie’s one worked so damn good together, he was stuck with her. He was fuming. How could he, the second best -not even his confidence could convince him he was better than his leader- of the Squadra, be stuck with the newbie?! It wasn’t acceptable. Or, better, he thought so until he saw her fighting for real, and then he had to chew back few amazed cursed. Well… it seemed that Prosciutto and Risotto were right. Her stand really worked well with his White Album… seeing her in action softened him a little and, mission after mission, they grew closer. Everyone was perplexed: how could she bear with Ghiaccio’s tantrums for so long? She just smiled and said that he was, well… different, with her. And it was true: while he was always so direct to be, often, rude, impatient, aggressive and so on, he was always ready to put his life on the line in order to cover her back and bring her home in one piece. She was the only one he listened to, aside of Risotto, the only one who had a certain power on him. And he was the only one she would have entrusted her life to. Her life and… her secret too.

She told him during a particularly tough mission. She told him about her child, and she showed him a photo of them. Yes… it was definitely hers. Ghiaccio could see how the kid was resembling their mother… she told him their story; that she had to take care of them alone, and how, now, she hoped to gather enough money to give them everything they needed. Ghiaccio, for once, didn’t know what to say. His parents… well, his parents never cared about him. But she… she was willing to damn her own soul and to risk her life in order to give her kid a good and safe future. He couldn’t help but to feel moved. And that was why he offered to help her as much as he could. They were friends, after all… he had never had friends, but he was pretty sure that helping each other was something friends did. And he wanted, for once, to be a good friend to her.

Ghiaccio tried very hard to be as patient and tamed as he could, with the child. He didn’t want to disappoint his friend, after all… but the child was so quiet and calm that Ghiaccio never felt, not even once, rubbed in the wrong way. The kid enjoyed to sit down near mom’s friend and to read in a comfortable silence; the enjoyed to play with him, usually making a puzzle or playing a strategy game. The kid wanted Ghiaccio to be the one to go with him to buy a new pair of glasses and their mom just smiled, amused and moved, when she saw that her child decided to get a pair of red glasses, right like Ghiaccio’s. She was so happy to see her sweet kid admiring someone… it was heartwarming!

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #fem teammate #new teammate #teammate who is a single mom #reactions hcs #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

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baseballbitch116 · 4 years

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Stay At Camp(1.2)

Your Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon Interactive Love Story

Introduction: Follow along on your journey with Daryl and the others throughout the series... You choose your actions... Will you end up with Daryl? YOU have the power to decide that!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Setting: Atlanta camp - before Rick has joined (S1E2-3)

Word Count: 3263

Series Warnings: Gore, violence, strong language, potentially triggering content, sexual themes, death, mentions of drug/alcohol consumption and abuse...

Chapter Warnings: Violence, gore, death, strong language, angst,

A/N: I’d just like to note that I used a lot of true dialogue from the show, which does not belong to me; however, Y/N and the rest of the writing does.

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“What’s going on?” You ask Glenn as he passes you. “Going on a run. Wanna come?” He asks, stopping and turning to look at you.

You had never gone with them on a run before, what exactly do you do? Would you just get in the way? But then again, you’ve been wanting to find a way to pull your weight… What should you do?

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“Uhh, nah... I’ll stay back.” You respond with uncertainty. You feel slightly guilty, but you just don’t think that you’re ready to go out there just yet. Glenn nods and shoots you a reassuring smile before turning and heading toward the others. With a sigh, you head the opposite way to help out with some cleaning.

Your mind is preoccupied for most of the remainder of the day, wandering between your insecurities or fears, sometimes to different terrible scenarios that could be taking place on that run. Trying to keep yourself busy was the only was that you managed to stay sane - so that was what you did. You helped Amy clean and gut the fish her and her sister caught earlier in the day, tidied up the RV, helped Shane gather firewood, asked Carol to try to teach you how to sew, and even assisted the kids with homework - seeing as you were recently graduated from college with a degree in education.

The day drug by slowly, but eventually the sun set and everyone gathered around the fire Shane set up in to eat. It was a simple meal of canned beans and canned soup, each of you getting small portions in order to feed everyone. You sat beside Amy as you spooned at your food, listening to Dale explain his reasoning behind adjusting his watch every morning. You lent against the log that the others sat on, not overly concerned with dirtying your shorts, as you and the women wash clothes every morning.

This certainly wasn’t a meal that you would have eaten a few weeks ago - not only did beans and soup not go together, but you really steered clear of the weird mushy food. You wished you had a nice cheeseburger or bowl of Fettuccine right now - but that was a luxury that no longer existed. It was not easy to cook meals in a pot over a fire, with minimal ingredients and two dozen people to feed.

You chuckle as Dale finishes his story, taking one more spoonful of the beans into your mouth as you listen to the others speak. Your eyes wandered to Carol and her family gathered around their own smaller fire off to the side - grimacing at the sight. You liked Carol and Sophia a lot - but Ed was another story. The man wanted nothing to do with the rest of the group, contributed less than nothing, and was very obviously abusive toward his wife. You also took notice of the fact that once again, Daryl was not here.

Typically, Daryl would bring back whatever he killed, cook it up and take his plate off to his tent to eat alone. You had not seen him eat alongside the rest of the group before, it made you curious. Why did he insist on being alone? Today, he was still out hunting, having only returned for an hour or so earlier before heading back into the woods. You couldn’t help but worry - he was alone in the woods in the night. Still, it wasn’t your place to worry. The man had probably spoken a total of two words to you since meeting him - if that - you were by no means friends.

You are drawn out of your thoughts when you spot Shane standing up, approaching Ed and Carol over at their fire. Some of the group watch as the others try to mind their business as Shane asks Ed to keep the fire low, so they can’t be seen from far away. You clench your spoon as you see the man tell Carol to remove the log that he just tossed into the fire - watching as Shane stomps it out and thanks Carol, bidding her and Sophia a good night. You liked Shane - he was a pretty good guy to lead this group.

The next day goes by relatively the same as the one before, with the exception that the others never returned from the run. Typically, they would be gone from morning until close to sun down, which worried everyone immensely. Amy was panicking and demanding that they go out to try to find her sister, but Shane refused. You could see both sides, feeling bad for Amy but understanding Shane’s reasoning. You tried to reassure her that they were probably fine, but the younger girl wouldn’t hear any of it.

Not long before sundown, you heard the sound of an alarm blaring through the hills. Shane jumped up from where he sat cleaning his shotgun, Lori pausing in trimming Carl’s hair as she followed after him. You tried to spot where the sound was coming from, but you could not see anything. “Talk to me Dale!” Shane shouts at the older man on watch atop the RV. He is looking out with binoculars, trying to pin point what was approaching. “Can’t tell yet.”

“Is it them? Are they back?” Amy asks anxiously. You place a hand on her back to try to comfort her, your heart pounding as you anticipate what is coming.

“I’ll be damned.” Dale mutters.

“What is it?” She demands.

“Stolen car is my guess.” He replies, dropping the binoculars as the red car comes into view.

Everyone gathered around camp when the car pulled up. Shane was furious that Glenn pulled up to camp in a red sports car, laughing excitedly as its alarm shrilled.

“Holy crap, turn that damn thing off!” Dale shouts at Glenn as he grins.

“I don’t know how!” He hollers with his arms open. Shane taps the hood impatiently, asking him to pop the hood as Amy bombards Glenn with questions over the loudness of the car.

“Pop the damn hood please!”

“Is she alright?! Is she okay? Where is she?!”

“Yes! They’re all okay! Well... Merle not so much.”

“Are you crazy driving this wailing bastard up here - you trynna draw every walker for miles?!” Shane exclaims, leaning on the open hood after he shuts the alarm off.

“I think we’re okay.” Dale mutters. You run a hand through your greasy hair as you wrap your head around everything. Everyone’s okay except Merle? Why was Glenn driving this in the first place?

“You call being stupid okay?” Shane asks, shooting a look over his shoulder at Dale.

“That alarm was echoing all over these hills - hard to pin point the source. Shane stands and places his hands on his hips, giving Dale a look. You can’t help but admire how he looks for a moment - his blue button down shirt with the top buttons undone, exposing his chest. His cargo pants were snug on his long legs and his black hair was disheveled from running his large hands through it so frequently. If it weren’t for Lori...

“I’m not arguing, I’m just saying.” Dale remarks. “But it wouldn’t hurt you to think things through a little more carefully.” He points a finger at Glenn, the smile long gone from his face. You shake your head and shift your weight as a white truck pulls up behind the other car. You feel your heart swell in happiness for your friend when Andrea steps out, running for her sister with teary eyes. You watch as Morales and everyone else reunite with their loved ones, both you and Shane exchanging a look as Lori comforts a saddened Carl.

When a new man steps out of the car, dressed in a cop outfit, you are confused when you see Shane’s face fall. He looks like he’s seen a ghost - does he know this man? “Dad!” Carl screams, running into the arms of the unknown man. You watch in awe as Carl and Lori reunite with who must be his father... You and all the other smile at the scene, a single tear strolling down your cheek as you rejoice for them.

Until it hits you.

You look at Shane, his face rising and falling, his expression changing every second. He’s been sleeping with Lori... From what you knew, her husband was shot and died in the hospital right as this all happened... Was this really that man? You had so many questions but instead went over to give Andrea a hug, happy to see your friend has returned safely.

After the others settled in, the fire was once again set up and everyone feasted, listening to stories and the man - Rick - explained what happened when he woke from the coma he was in. You kept glancing back at Shane, wondering whether he was happy his friend was alive or not. He explained that he thought he died, that he didn’t hear a heartbeat and was attached to machines, which sounded like enough reason to believe he had passed to you. Still, you noticed how he looked at Lori throughout the night and you knew that there was going to be tension after tonight.

Once again, Daryl had only appeared once in the morning, asking about the whereabouts of his brother and eating before heading back into the woods. You had met his eye when he strode off, ducking your head from the intensity of his stare.

The next morning, you awoke shortly after sunrise in order to get a head-start on the day. You were going down to the quarry to wash clothes with the women while Shane and Carl tried catching frogs. You dressed into denim capris that hugged your legs and a black tank top, your hair pulled up into a pony tail as you spooned leftovers from last night into your mouth alongside Amy and Andrea. You are sitting beside them on the RV stairs when you spot Daryl approaching the camp from the woods, a string of something swung over his shoulder as he heads your way.

Swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you exchange a knowing look with the sisters - Merle was left behind. Daryl stops a few feet away from the RV, hollering for his brother as he sets down his crossbow. “Merle!” He hollers again, making you cringe as you note a string of squirrels thrown over his shoulder. You meet his eye for a moment when he glances over his shoulder toward the RV. “Get yer ugly ass out here! Got us some squirrel!” He shuffles the weight of the dead animals over his shoulder. You grimace at the sight - knowing that it was a good thing and you should be thankful, but it was gross and sad. “Let’s stew em up!”

“Daryl?” Shane calls out, stopping Daryl in his tracks. Everyone is gathered around by this point and you exchange a worried look with the girls when you spot T-Dog heading over with an armful of firewood. “Why don’t you slow up a bit? I gotta talk to you.”

“About wha?” Daryl asks, his southern accent prominent. You try not to seem too nosey but at this point a lot of the group was gathered around, anticipating his bad reaction. You set the bowl of food aside and stand, crossing your arms and leaning against the vehicle beside your friends. “This isn’t gonna be good.” Amy mutters to the two of you, keeping her voice low. Shane makes his way over to Daryl, Rick following behind.

“About Merle... There was a uh... There was a problem in Atlanta.” You watch anxiously as Daryl takes in the information, looking around the camp at the people gathered, chewing on his thumb.

“He dead?” He asks, glancing up at Shane sideways.

“I’m not sure.”

“He either is or he ain’t!” Daryl shouts, approaching Shane. Your body is tense now and you worry that he is going to do something stupid.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it.” Rick steps up, approaching Daryl. He glares at him angrily. You notice how Rick looks a lot different in his large white shirt and jeans than he did yesterday in his uniform.

“Who are you?”

“Rick Grimes.”

“Rick Grimes...” Daryl sneers, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. You feel the tension growing in the air. “You got somethin you wanna tell me?” He growls.

“Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked onto a piece of metal. He’s still there.”

Daryl begins stalking back and forth, glaring between Shane and Rick, clearly bewildered. If you were in his shoes you would be too - it sounds pretty bad. “Hold on,” He starts, wiping his face and gesturing to his head. You notice that Daryl speaks with his hands quite a lot, mentally adding it to the things that you know about him. “Lemme process this. You’re saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof?! And you left him there!” He hollers at Rick, his tone raising with each word, making you jump at his loudness.

Before anyone can react, Daryl tosses the squirrels at Rick - who dodges them - and goes to lunge at him. Shane is quick to roughly shove him to the ground - making you cringe when he hits the ground on his back. You want to intervene but it’s not your place - and what would you do to stop the older, larger man?

Daryl whips out his large dagger, making you and Amy gasp when he swipes at Rick. Between Shane and Rick, they work together to disarm and get Daryl to the ground, Shane holding him in a choke-hold as Rick tries to reason with him. “You best let me go!” Daryl shouts, his face turning red as he struggles against Shane.

After a moment, Shane releases Daryl. He shuffles to his feet and resumes stalking and glaring at the men. “The hell with all y’all!” Daryl shouts, waving his arm in no real direction. You spot the tears he roughly wipes away and your heart drops for him. If that were your brother abandoned on a roof you would be pretty furious too. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling.

“Just tell me where he is.. So I can go get him.” Daryl grumbles.

“He’ll show you. Isn’t that right?” Lori speaks up, looking over at her husband. When he nods, she stomps past you into the RV and you exchange a confused look with Amy.

You, Andrea, Amy Jacqui and Carol decided to head down to start on the laundry after the scene. Ed tags along, irritating you, but you bite your tongue. Eventually Shane follows with Carl and you watch them mess around in the water, trying to catch frogs. The sight warms your heart - until Lori shows up and tells Carl to leave. You try not to watch too much, but everyone can hear and see her hollering at Shane, telling him to stay away from Carl.

You feel that is a little harsh, given all that Shane has done for her and that he says he thought Rick was dead. You keep your opinions to yourself as you scrub clothes in the water, droning out Carol as she talks. The girls start listing things that they miss and you all laugh when Andrea brings up her vibrator, Carol agreeing with her. The moment is cut short when Ed interrupts, saying that you guys are laughing too much.

You and Andrea turn and shoot him a look as he looms over you guys, lighting a cigarette. This man had nothing better to do than to supervise? You watch as Andrea stands up, approaching him and you dread the worst. You will not hesitate to stand up for her if he acts out of line - unfair to butt in in this situation.

“Ed, tell you what. You don’t like how your laundry’s done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself.” She suggests with a calm tone. You slowly stand from where you sat and turn to face them, ready for him to pull a dick move. “Here,” She suddenly tosses a wet pair of pants at Ed’s chest, which he immediately tosses back into her face, making her gasp. “Ain’t my job missy.” He drawls, taking a drag of his cigarette. The situation very quickly escalates as Amy tries to get her sister to back down but you take her side.

“No, what exactly is your job Ed? You think you can stand around and watch us all day? Got news for ya - we sure as hell aren’t your bitches.” You growl, daring the man to try you. You’ve had it up to here with this asshole, you’re dying for an excuse to fuck him up or go down trying.

He demands Carol follow him when he pussies out of the confrontation and ends up slapping her - sending all of you over the edge. Everyone is screaming as you and Andrea quickly start pounding on Ed’s chest, you digging your nails into his arms as you try to pull him off of Carol. You manage to get a punch in before he is literally drug off by Shane. You hold your throbbing fist as you watch Shane begin pummeling Ed, climbing on top of him and relentlessly beating him.

You almost want to cheer as he does so, grimacing as Carol cries and begs Shane to stop. Eventually he takes it too far and you all start hollering for him to stop. Carol runs over to the asshole’s side and sobs over him, making you sick as she apologizes to him. You and Shane meet eyes for a moment, your gaze landing on his bloody fists. “Shane-” You start, but he shrugs and shifts his weight, walking backward from the scene.

While some of the men got ready to go back to Atlanta to get Merle, you iced your throbbing hand on the steps of the RV. “You okay?” Glenn asks, shooting you a worried look. You nod and give him a halfhearted smile.

“I wish I could’ve beat his ass like Shane did.” You remark, shifting your weight slightly. Glenn lets out a chuckle and removes his cap, brushing his hair away.

“He deserved it.”

“Damn right he did.” You respond, wincing as you readjust the ice. You look up to spot Daryl getting ready a few yards away. He glances up, squinting at you in the bright sun as you sit there. Word quickly got around camp about what happened and it didn’t take a genius to figure out how you hurt yourself. You watch Daryl chew on his bottom lip, looking at you sideways before dropping his gaze back to his crossbow in hand.

“What’s that all about?” Glenn mutters. You glance up at him and cock a brow.

“Whaddya mean?”

“That. Daryl.” He clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips. You drop your head as you feel your cheeks heat up, checking out your hand.

“Nothin. We don’t even talk.”

“You want to?” He asks, leaning his body against the RV, shooting a look back at the others that he is waiting for.

“I dunno, he doesn’t seem so bad.” You mumble, glancing up one more time when you see Daryl approaching the other men at the jeep, not looking at you this time. Glenn doesn’t respond, replacing his hat on his head and patting your shoulder. “Be careful.” You tell your friend, shooting him a weak smile that he returns as he walks off.

You watch as Glenn stands a few feet apart from Daryl, Shane giving Rick some bullets. “Let’s go! Wastin sunlight.” Daryl rushes them, making you chuckle slightly. You stand up and after one last look at your friends, you head back into the RV.

| NEXT CHAPTER |

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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Hello! Could I get headcanons for the main 10 with a Scholar who likes to leave love letters around for them to find?

Yes! 💗 and thank you for the request ✊ I'm not sure if they're already dating or not? I'm gonna assume they are. (This turned out to be so long! I'm gonna flood the tags again...)

Alistair

- first time you gave him one, it was on his desk

- he tried to read as swiftly as he could, but as he was reading through it, he started getting weird looks from the other students

- not surprising, he was grinning the whole time

- Raquel tried to look over his shoulder

- "Oooohhh~ what's that? A love letter? You're so popular with the ladies haha."

- he immediately hides it and stuffs it in his bag

- "Psh. N-no? It was just uhhh... homework!"

- poor boy sucks at lying

- "Of course, I'm sure everyone smiles like that at homework."

- Alistair keeps on giving you glances during class

- he didn't have the time to read all of it but he did see that you signed it and your handwriting is really recognizable

- afterwards, he quietly reads it in his room

- his heart races at each word

- comes to your room as soon as he finishes reading it

- "Y/N I came here to th- than- uhhh? Yeah! To thank you! Haha..."

- for a hot second he forgot how words work

- is laughing out of nervousness

- after that, you keep giving him more and more letters

- he starts consciously expecting to find one on his desk when he walks in

- is really sad when there's nothing on the desk...

Axel

- he already receives a lot of love letters ("fanmail") so how can you give it to him while making sure that he knows it's yours right away?

- you thought of a silly trick to throw him off guard

- When he's walking through the hallways you call out his name and give him the letter, you tell him that "he dropped this"

- he's surprised so he automatically grabs the letter

- "Oh! Thank you for picking it up for- Wait. I don't think this is mine. Uh...?"

- too late! You ran away immediately

- it takes him a few seconds to understand what you just did

- he's excited! But of course he's not going to read it in the middle of the hallway

- skips the beginning of next class to read it carefully in the cafeteria

- he blushes furiously at how passionate the letter is

- he's persuaded that you could write a beautiful love song

- comes in class 20 minutes late and gets detention from Tadashi but to be honest, he doesn't even care anymore

- When he walks in, he gives you a subtle look but you know what that look means

- you're so embarrassed that you try to ignore him the whole period... until he stealthly throws a paperball on your desk

- you open it, it says "look my way"

- even though you're mortified, you do so anyway

- he waves at you and smirks all knowingly

- ohhhh boy, you look away again

- you hear a stifled laugh, he probably thinks your reaction was really cute

Claire

- she often lends you pretty little boxes with cookies in them

- but when you have to give the box back to her, you get an idea

- you put a love letter in the empty box and give it back to Claire

- she discovers it in the evening when she opens the box, expecting to only find crumbs you left behind

- blinks a few times and closes the box

- opens it again and the letter is still inside

- she thinks "it wasn't a hallucination!"

- reads it really slowly because she has to stop at each sentence to calm herself down

- the next day she gives you the box again with the new cookies she baked yesterday

- runs away as soon as you take the box

- you open it and there's a letter on top of the cookies, it's a response to your letter!

- seems like she was too shy to tell you in person

- to fit the theme of the letter: the cookies are heart-shaped

- you guys keep on exchanging letters through the box and it becomes a habit between the two of you

Ellie

- since she doesn't have a roommate, you slide the letter through the small space under her door

- finds it on the floor when she gets back to her room

- OwO whats dis?

- opens it and reads it super quickly

- she's so giddy that she reads over it multiple times

- sends you text messages with lots of emojis in them

- "Thank youuu 💖💕💗 you sweetheart!!! 💘💝😍😊😘"

- builds a robot to deliver letters between the two of you

- it knocks on the door and if you don't open it to take the letter, it goes back to Ellie

- she teaches you how to use the robot!

- "Don't worry! If someone else snatches the letter away from the robot it'll activate an alarm on my phone! And it's not like we need to sign the letters, we can use codenames!"

- You remind her that she's the only one in the pure and applied sciences department to create cute robots like those

- "Ah whoops... well uh, to be fair everyone already knows that we're dating so... no need to hide it!"

Karolina

- she probably doesn't care much about love letters

- she always thought that it's childish and extremely ridiculous

- that is until you gave her one

- the really first time you gave the letter to her directly or else she wouldn't read it, not knowing that it was from you

- she's all proud of herself while reading it

- she agrees with each statement but still blushes

- "Of course I'm gorgeous! You didn't have to write that part..."

- she's actually a sucker for books, especially from the romance genre

- you make her feel like a heroine from one of those books and she's secretly really happy about it

- but she'll never admit that of course

- after a while she gets inspired and tries to write one herself

- she thinks "I'll show you how it's done!"

- ends up getting really embarrassed at the thought of you reading the letter and doesn't give it to you until the end of the year

Neha

- after multiple attempts you somehow managed to sneak the letter in one of her sketchbooks

- too bad you couldn't see the surprise on her face when she found your letter

- she wanted to work for a few hours and brainstorm ideas for some new outfits

- but her plans went out of the window

- she read it. Put it on the side and started thinking about you during a solid 20 minutes

- wants to thank you but doesn't know how to do it without sounding like a little kid

- decides to send you a text for now, but she'll also write you a letter later

- "Thank you a lot for the letter. I really appreciate it."

- thinks that maybe it's a little bit too cold so she adds a heart emoji at the end

- cringes to herself while sending it

- gets back to work but sometimes she draws your face on the side

- scribbles all over it when she realizes what she's doing

- "This is not professional! If I have to show my sketchbook to someone and they see this, they won't take me seriously..."

- decides to write you a letter first or else she won't be able to focus

Raquel

- This is a hard one

- Raquel always moves from place to place without stop so it's hard to be sneaky with her

- eventually you slip the letter in her bag but you don't know how much time it'll take for her to find it

- like you thought it took her a few days

- when she did, she was very vocal about it

- she ran to you and almost jumped on you

- hugs you and thanks you hundreds of times

- "I love you too!!! You're so sweet Y/N..."

- becomes much more flirty, she was already confident but now it's even worse (or better? 😌)

- puts the letter on the wall of her room and shows it off to Claire

- "Look at that Claire! It seems like my godly charm cannot be stopped."

- Raquel starts carefully checking her bag everyday in hopes of finding another letter from you

- and even when she doesn't find anything, it gets her into a working mood

- "Might as well do my homework I guess..."

- becomes much more responsible with homework now that she checks her bag everyday

- your love literally helped her to get better grades

Tadashi

- This was a risky mission

- you had to sneak into the student council room and leave it on his desk

- they had a meeting this afternoon and Tadashi has been in a bad mood lately

- Well, to be fair he's always done with everybody's BS but this time it was worse than usual

- he finds the letter and gets confused right away

- wants to read it but he's having a meeting

- he's really fidgety the whole time, for some reason he has a feeling that it's from you though he can't explain why

- once everyone leaves the room he opens the letter

- all of his stress dies down, he falls back on his chair and sighs

- goes to find you and brings you to the council room, he makes you sit on his chair

- you tell him that you can't be here but he smiles and answers "Oh? You say that now even though you snuck in earlier to give me a secret love letter of all things?"

- he teases you with endearment and massages your back to thank you

- asks you if you'll write more (because he loved it) and you promise to do so if he promises to take more breaks

Tegan

- Tegan often invites you to play videos games with him (or to marathon some shows/anime/movies/whatever)

- you left the letter behind for him but he didn't catch the drift

- goes to your room to give it back

- "Um... you forgot this, I think..."

- you tell him that it's for him

- "Wait, really? You can just text me, you know? It's quicker and way easier than writing letters."

- oooohhhh boy. He really doesn't get it, you have to spell it out

- "A l-love letter? For me!?"

- "Tegan. We're dating."

- "Oh right! Sorry... I always forget that, it seems like I'm in a dream..."

- reads it in front of you while you're paying close attention to his reactions

- and to no surprise: he's a blushing mess

- you're fully satisfied, all that time was worth it

- he says that he'll repay you with a "love text message" which sounds like he's being lazy, but really knowing how... "unique" his handwriting is, you're glad...

- but it was not just a text message.

- "Sorry, I went a bit overboard 🙏🙏"

- his text has a 23 pages long file attached to it

- he wrote a really really long essay explaining in details why you're "so awesome" and "the best person in the world"

Tyler

- after classes are over, when he's working on a new painting he spends almost all of his time in the art room

- that's when you strike!

- you know he has a habit of sitting in the corner of the room so that's where you leave the letter

- honestly, he was in a slump lately because he felt like he was doing a really half-assed job with his new art piece

- but your letter gave him so much motivation that he finished the painting in a day

- "This is crazy Y/N! Reading your letter gave me the same rush as drinking 5 monster drinks in the span of 2 hours!"

- "Uhhh... Please don't do that?"

- laughs at how worried you look and asks you to write more to give him strength

- you say no at first but he pulls out your letter out of his pocket and starts reading it out loud in the middle of the hallway

- "Ssshhh! People might hear!"

- "Yeah, so? That's kinda the point but if you promise to write me more I'll stop~"

- you know he's just teasing you but it's still so embarrassing...

- in the end you give in out of shame however you have no idea just how much this letter helped him

- whenever he feels down or like he's not good enough he pulls out one of your letters and reads it

- he keeps all of them safe in a box, they're his treasures

#sweet elite #se #main 10 #headcanons #requests #asks #hope you guys like it!

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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I think Im getting an ear infection. I could barely sleep last night the inside of my ear was so swollen. And it hurts a lot today. Like if I brush against it at all its like. Screamy pain. If I still feel like this in the morning I already let work know I wouldnt come in. But fingers crossed it just stops hurting cause its no fun.

But despite the pain I was in, it wasnt a bad day. I had a lot of trouble sleeping, even moving to the studio for an hour last night. But eventually I did get some rest. But I still let myself stay in bed until almost 930.

I got up though and tried to at least take advantage of the little bit of time I did have.

I got washed and dressed. I liked my outfit a lot. I felt cute with my matching sweatshirt and earrings. I had breakfast and did some organizing and packing up clay for the kids to use today. I watched videos for a little bit. And I got a text from our landlady about a plumber and a HVAC guy were coming today and asking if it was okay for her to bring them in our place. And me and James answered at the same time saying almost the same thing and it made me laugh. Very cute.

Im just glad Tina is so fast to work to get things fixed

I ran into Mr Will as I was leaving. He offered me a ride over to the y site but I had time to kill. So I said goodbye and walked to walgreens to look and see if they have new squish yet. But no luck. They did have a truck outside though so maybe tomorrow if I check again.

I got to work and there were just a lot of things happening, but it wasnt a bad time. Its just a little hard to fill the hours when the kids just refuse to do the things they need to do. Their classwork and homework. Im trying to get them on task but its hard. Especially when their schedules are all so different and seem to change all the time. And it sounds like were going to have 2 more kids start tomorrow. And now we have some kids that just come in the afternoon and its just really tough.

But there were nice parts. Like helping a kid who got overwhelmed by reading. And painting and building with some of them. It was nice. And when we did finally get into the clay project I had ready for them they did such a good job and that was just really cool. Its hard to come up with so many interesting projects. But Im really glad this one was successful.

I did a lot of cleaning today and my hands smell very strongly of bleach and I hate it. I keep washing my hands but I cant seem to get it to stop smelling. But Im trying my best to ignore it.

We did have some running around time. Ball throwing. Thankfully no injuries. And then we did a drawing competition and while it was hard for some of the kids to lose, its a good thing to learn. But in doing that we had to deal with some yelling and tears. But were proud of our winner and she got some candy. It was a fair vote, everyone got 3 votes to put on different pieces and not yourself.

After that we watched a movie. Chilled out. I cleaned the class for the night and tried to make sure everyone had all their things. Which is stupid hard for some reason. Mostly chargers being the issue.

Very quickly the kids got picked up though and we got to leave at 530.

I carried the kids' sculptures home to bake. And was really happy to be back here.

James was making us falafel. And we played some animal crossing and just chilled until 7 when James got on a video call with a friend. I finished up what I was doing on the island before going to the studio to work for a little while. But I was a little distracted so I just finished one piece before calling it a night.

I took a shower and washed my hair and now I am in bed feeling very tired but I still am in pain. I hope its better tomorrow. But I dont have high hopes.

I hope you all have a good night though. Take care of eachother.

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beyondconfessor · 4 years

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The Infernal Contract [7/16]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman

Summary: "I suppose it's only fair that I'll have to punish you for disobedience."

N.B.: Also posted on AO3

Setting the cigarette holder against the ashtray, Zelda flickered through the cookbooks that Hilda had sent over. They had belonged to their great-grandmother foremost and had been passed down until eventually ending up with Hilda who'd leant them to her in preparation of most auspicious dinner party.

A couple of centuries ago, Zelda had possessed ownership of the books but found herself throwing parties of a different sort that required fewer meals. In contrast, Hilda took full use of their family recipes that traced back through the Spellman lineage and had learnt all her favourites by heart.

Amongst some of the recipes, there were divination spells written in between the margins, usually when a cooking direction called for offal to be freshly cut. Zelda had long since mastered haruspex and saw little use for them, given their vagueness towards the future. The last time she'd used a form of divination had been with Constance's pregnancy, and that had completely missed the existence of Leticia –– had she'd know, they would have been more prepared.

Nonetheless, what was of interest, was a recipe for seared thigh from her mother, served with caramel shards, glazed apple and gorgonzola stuffed mushrooms. She would need to obtain a high-quality leg of meat firstly. Unfortunately, it would likely need to be pork or veal rather than more delicate choice, but it would do.

"Prudence," she asked, looking up from the recipe book to where the girl sat in the parlour. "Do you have any requests for the meal before I decide?"

Prudence blinked at her, surprised she'd asked her opinion. "Will I be requested to attend?"

"Why wouldn't you be?" Zelda bookmarked the page and set it aside. "Did you not wish to attend?"

Prudence opened her mouth to explain, before pressing her lips shut in a smile. "No, I would be happy to be present."

Zelda nodded. "Good, you can help me with the kitchen on Saturday, no doubt the staff will require firm direction. I'll likely need your help grocery shopping as well tomorrow, on the way we can stop into Allegra's and get some new attire."

"Allegra's?" Prudence enquired. Prudence would likely have known the boutique from her Feast of Feasts dress. Allegra was a local seamstress in Greendale for witches and mortal alike who were willing to pay the extra coin.

"We'll need new dresses to show a certain status to the other covens," Zelda waved her hand, to show her disregard at doing so. In all honesty, she had a wardrobe large enough to choose an adequate outfit from, but it wouldn't hurt to buy something new for her and Prudence both, and Prudence was sorely in need of something outside of her maroon and black dresses.

"Lady Blackwood-"

"Please, in the privacy of our home, Zelda is adequate Prudence."

"Zelda," Prudence said, looking uncomfortable as she said her name. "I can't afford anything from Allegra's."

"Why would you pay for it? I'll pay the bill." Prudence looked pained at the idea as if she now owed some debt, but Zelda disregarded it. Soon, she would learn that being a part of the family meant that she was provided with beautiful things, as was worthy of their status.

"Can my sister's join dinner?"

Zelda paused, considering it. "Unfortunately not," she said, watching Prudence's face fall. "But perhaps they can join us for morning tea on the same day. We're likely to require taste testing before it's served."

"That sounds nice," Prudence said, her face softening as she returned to her homework. Prudence still followed her father around, looking for opportunities to please him (and Faustus was not above manipulating her) but for the moment, she seemed content with her life and Zelda was all the more pleased to see her soften.

In the last few days, Prudence had moved in some of her things from her space at the Academy. Zelda had ensured she had a bed of her own, a wardrobe and dresser, but left the rest up for her to decorate. As so far, the room was bare, but Zelda wouldn't interfere.

She allowed Prudence to bring Agatha and Dorcas in over the last few days. In the evenings Faustus was staying late in his office, she'd let the girls join her for dinner. They were still awkward, exchanging only polite conversation, but Zelda hardly cared to have a discussion of politics with them. The most important thing was watching Prudence grow more comfortable in the space.

The grandfather clock rang, signalling the time. Prudence looked to it and snapped her book shut. "Well, I should be off. Your dear niece is throwing a party tonight."

"A party?" Zelda asked, her brows rising into her hairline. "What sort of party?"

Prudence shrugged as she gathered her stuff together. "How should I know? I heard the mention of a party and decided to invite myself along with my sisters, at your suggestion of getting closer."

Zelda wanted to advise that wasn't what she meant at all but held her tongue. Despite her apprehension at the idea of a bunch of young witches and warlocks frolicking in the mortuary, she'd attended enough parties at a similar age to know that advising against it would only make it all the more appealing.

"Enjoy yourself," she said. "And if you anything occurs, speak to Hilda. She'll be discreet."

Prudence gave her a strangled look, between confused and amusement at Zelda's attempt of concern, before she nodded and went to leave, just as Faustus entered the home.

"Prudence," he said.

"Your Unholiness," she greeted, bowing her head shortly, before exiting the home. Faustus' eyes followed her briefly, before turning to look over the parlour to where Zelda sat.

He walked over to the drink cart and poured himself a heavy-handed glass of whiskey, before taking his seat by the evening fire. A quiet settled over them, disturbed only by the sounds of turning pages before Zelda looked up and found him staring at her.

"How did your evening go?" she asked.

"Fine," he responded. Faustus had attempted twice to seduce Zelda into his bed, and twice Zelda had advised that the wedlock curse would remain until such a time as he proved himself. As a result, he was trying to become aloof and show no interest in her (while failing miserably).

She waited a few moments, flicking through the cookbooks before advising him, "I've moved your meeting with Priscilla tomorrow from midday to the evening. I expect your meeting with Horace is likely to go over, given that he wishes to discuss the school's budget."

Faustus turned and looked at her. "I wish you had consulted me before doing that."

"Just move it back if you care. Though Horace is likely to want to discuss moving towards-"

"Yes, yes," Faustus said. "I'm quite aware of his ambitions. We'll move the meeting with Priscilla."

Zelda smirked, pleased that he'd agree with her in the end.

She returned to flicking through a new book, having marked the previous one for all the sections that interested her. The new one was written in her grandmother's scrawl and had faded with time.

Zelda squinted at the writing.

She'd have to review Faustus wine collection before Friday. He had left the decisions up to her with regards to food, drinks and everything that went with that side, choosing to only look over the invitees and making his recommendations firmly stated there (at least there they were in agreement, both wishing to bring in power figures from the neighbouring covens).

The only name he'd paused over had been Aldrich's. Although he'd said nothing, Zelda knew he'd been conflicted between his history with Aldrich (good) and her history with Aldrich (bad). Given that she and Aldrich had frequented gatherings and ceremonies of ecstatic delights together.

It was all in the past, and although she had enjoyed those evenings immensely, she had no desire to re-visit them.

They sat quietly in the evening, Faustus sipping his drink as he though over whatever his next scheme was, and Zelda flicked through the books, looking for the perfect dish. They remained like that for another hour before Faustus turned to face her, his breath drawing in to signal a coming question.

She closed the book and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"How many will be attending?"

"Twelve, including us."

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with that. "Did you need any additional help to organise everything on the day?"

"Staff have already been booked," she advised them, though she would still be planning the meals, herself. "Oh, and Prudence will be bringing her sisters for morning tea."

"You shouldn't dote on her like that."

She hated how he said that: as if she were a little girl trying to tame some animal. "And why ever not? It's not as if she has anyone else in her life to dote on her."

Faustus scoffed, but whatever argument he had, he thought better of it and turned to sip his drink again, staring off into the flames of the fire as if they might offer better conversation.

Over the last few days, Faustus had disagreed with her at every turn regarding Prudence. From her buying Prudence furniture to set up the room, to having her share dinner at the dining table. On the best of days, he viewed his daughter as a sycophant, which left Prudence standing dutifully at his side, but never finding satisfaction in her efforts to please him. On the worst days, she was a painful reminder of his earlier sins and a barrier to his success.

It only fueled Zelda's determination to provide her step-daughter with the attention any person deserved from those that loved them. One day, when Prudence realised that her father would never return her affections, maybe she would realise she wasn't alone in the world and that someone had and would care for her.

"How goes the reading?" Faustus asked.

"Difficult," she admitted, squinting at her grandmother's handwriting. There was a spell she used to know to restore the ink. Squid ink and...duck yolk, maybe? Arabic gum? It'd been a while and wasn't something she needed to recall off the top of her head.

"Perhaps you would enjoy a game of go?" Faustus asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

She looked away from the book and frowned at him. "Perhaps tomorrow," she said honestly. "I'm afraid I need to finish this up before Friday."

Faustus nodded, rising to his feet as he began to undo the cufflinks on his shirt with more vigour than one normally would. She'd have to be careful not to bruise his pride any further. Throw him a bone (so to speak) to keep him interested, lest he tried a different tactic to unbind the spell.

Still, his mood was beginning to permeate the room. Rather than be dragged in some tasteless fight, Zelda took her grandmother's book and explained that she needed to find an old deciphering spell, but would shortly return.

Faustus watched her grab a coat and seemed almost relieved by her exit (something she would concern herself with later), offering a simple, "don't stay out too late. I understand that there's a party afoot."

Zelda turned to him in the doorway, going to explain where the party was being held, before thinking better of it. "I appreciate your concern," was all she offered, before shutting the front door behind her. Although she knew the spell she wanted to be was in the Spellman private library, she could think of nothing worse than 'crashing' said party.

Instead, she chose to make her way to the Academy's library.

"Lady Blackwood!" Cassius said, blinking at her with surprise. "Were you looking for someone?"

"Something," she said, striding past him with little care to further propriety. Although he would likely be able to point her in the right direction, Zelda was sure she knew the general proximity of the book and had no need to follow the librarian's excruciatingly slow pace to the very back of the library.

She moved through the shelves, coming to the section she wanted. Her fingers dragged across the tomes, looking for anything that mentioned anything to do with revitalisation, restoration or any other words containing the 're' prefix.

Most of the spells were for repairing houses or restoring old enchantments. Some spoke about clothing, leather and wands. There was one that was for documents, but upon further reading, some of the components were impossible to obtain and without doing research, she couldn't substitute them as quickly as she could with another spell.

As it was, after skimming through the index pages of three more books, it became apparent that she would not easily find the spell she was after and was better off just trying to obtain it tomorrow from the Spellman collection.

"That looks like a dry read."

Zelda snapped the book shut and turned on her heel to face Lilith. "What in Satan's name are you doing here?" She looked the woman over, realising that the woman was holding a set of books in her grip. Zelda's eyes narrowed at the titles, but before she could read any, Lilith adjusted her grip to obscure them. "Private research, I take it?"

"There are some items I never bothered to collect or lost to time, unfortunately," Lilith said. "And why bother searching for them when the Academy has such a fine collection?" Her eyes raked over Zelda's body, before dragging back up to her face. "If I knew you were going to be here, I would have come prepared."

"How unfortunate," Zelda said, attempting to sound indifferent despite feeling a flush warm over her face.

Turning away, she slid the book of restoration back onto the shelf and picked up her grandmother's cooking book. She could feel the woman's eyes on hers, likely coming up with all sorts of ideas. The last thing she needed was to be alone with when those ideas came to fruition.

Standing up tall, Zelda turned and faced Lilith, making her leave. "I'll leave you to your research," she said sharply, flicking her eyes to the books in her arms.

"And what were you doing here?" Lilith asked, side-stepping in front of her.

"I don't believe it's any of your business." She made a move again to get past her and was blocked once more by the woman suddenly managing to use her small frame to take up the entire pathway between shelves.

"Does it have anything to do with banishing familiars back to mortal schools?"

Zelda blinked before realising what Lilith was referring to in her statement. In all honesty, she had forgotten about banishing Leviathan. She had every intention of returning for the familiar and moving him to a more permanent hiding spot. However, once Ambrose had been freed, it had slipped her mind entirely.

"I'll come by tomorrow to reclaim him."

"Please do. I would love to re-visit our last meeting."

Zelda felt a shiver run down her spine as she recalled the event. In just a few words, she could feel a coiling warmth low in her belly. The feeling of Lilith's fingers dragging over her-

"I have to leave."

"No, you don't," Lilith said, smiling in an irritating all-knowing way as if she knew precisely where Zelda's thoughts had gone. "Take off your clothes."

"I beg your pardon!" Zelda snapped at her, "I'll have you know that I have classes tomorrow morning."

"It's early, and I won't ask again." Lilith was stepping towards her, and Zelda knew she was only a few feet away from the back shelves. The last thing she needed was to be corned against them again.

"People could see us," Zelda hissed as the woman stepped closer and tugged Zelda's book out of her hand and tossed it to the ground. "Lilith."

"There's no one else here. The little librarian has locked up for the night."

She heard the collection of Lilith's books tumble from her hands and land somewhere on the ground between them, but Zelda wasn't paying attention to that, she was watching Lilith's eyes, and how they seemed to know that she inevitably would do what she was told.

Because Lilith knew how much she wanted her.

And by Satan, she wanted her desperately.

"I suppose it's only fair that I'll have to punish you for disobedience."

Zelda swallowed, feeling her body's reaction to the woman's words. Of her own accord, she dropped her coat to the ground and then reached behind her to unzip the dress. She slid the sleeves off first and then hesitated, praying to Satan that no one else was around as she pushed the dress down her hips and let it fall to the ground.

Lilith watched the dress drop, her eyes flicking up to Zelda's with a wolfish look. "And the rest," she ordered, her chest rising and falling with slow, deep breaths. A warm flush was spreading across Lilith's cheeks, and Zelda felt herself become invigorated with the woman's desire.

The slip fell to the floor, amongst her coat, before the bra underneath was unclasped and dropped. Then, she reached for lace around her hips and slowly pushed them down, watching as Lilith's eyes focused on the movement until she dropped the down to around her ankles.

Finally, in the last movement, she stepped out from her heels.

Her heart pounded in her chest, anxious that someone might tip-toe into the library for a late-night study. And yet she couldn't help but feel so very pleased that the sight of her bare body could cause the Mother of Demons to ardently desire as if nothing else would satisfy her that evening.

Lilith stepped close, drawing her fingers over Zelda's ribs down the dip of the waist before holding steady on her hips.

"Kiss me," Zelda dared. Lilith's eyes focused on hers and then she obeyed, kissing Zelda with a hungry passion, pressing her against the rows of books.

Zelda hummed, enjoying the feeling of the woman's clothed body against her bare one as Lilith's hands slid over her body.

Lilith stopped, pulling away abruptly. Zelda leant back against the shelves and blinked at her, feeling herself still reeling from the kiss. "Looking to go somewhere else?" Zelda teased, smirking at her.

"Oh, no. I believe I promised to punish you," Lilith said as her eyes wandered over the bare skin.

"And what did you have in mind?"

"Many ideas."

"Oh?" Zelda inquired, raising an eyebrow at the woman.

Lilith bit her lip, looking her over as if she couldn't quite decide on adequate punishment. Then, her face lit up. "Follow me," she said, her hand coming to entwine with Zelda's as she began leading her through the rows of bookshelves, towards the study area.

Zelda felt anxiety tease in her stomach. Here, at the back of the library was safe. Here, her clothes were in the shadows, against a back wall, but Lilith was leading her barefoot to one of the tables that sat towards the centre of one of the room's points.

It was still very far away from the entrance and given that most of the book's contents here were old, out-dated magics, it was unlikely that any student would wander through for a midnight study.

And yet it felt cooler here, more exposing.

Zelda stepped into the lamplight, watching as Lilith let go of her hand and gestured to the desk.

"You can not be serious," Zelda said, looking from the table to Lilith.

"Oh, I believe I can. Now go on, I don't have all day."

"Honestly," Zelda said, shooting her a sharp look.

Zelda knew what she wanted. She stepped forward and bent her body over the smooth, cool wood, feeling it pressed over her chest and stomach, the edge of the table pressing against the front of her thighs.

Lilith moved towards her, pressing against her hip as she combed a hand through Zelda's hair, down over her back as if smoothing out a piece of cloth. It was soothing nonetheless, and Zelda felt herself ease in slow breaths, waiting for the slap to come.

Lilith's fingers grazed over her lower back first, her nails sliding against Zelda's skin, causing the muscles to involuntary clench in response to the touch.

Zelda squirmed on the table. She'd forgotten that Lilith had worked out how to tickle her. Worse, she'd forgotten the stimulating effect it had on her.

Zelda bit her tongue, willing not to vocalise her reaction as Lilith's blunt nails ran over her spine and shoulder blades, electrifying the nerves and causing small muscular spasms in the wake of her knismesis touch. It felt good and awful simultaneously.

Her body keened at the touching, pushing up on her toes as she tried to withhold herself from squirming away.

Lilith moved down her ribs and hips, across the back of her thighs and Zelda squeezed her eyes shut, willing to focus on anything except the woman's touch and yet eagerly finding herself craving it to move elsewhere.

Smack!

Zelda's eyes flew open as she gasped, feeling the sting ease from her backside. She looked over her shoulder as the woman raised her hand again.

Lilith tutted, "eyes forward," she directed, and Zelda turned her head back, looking at a shelf of books on cauldron maintenance as her heart pounded in her chest.

The second spank came, and a strangled moan slipped out. Zelda hid her face, unwilling to look at the woman as the next spanking came, hard and on the other cheek. It stung enough that Zelda could still feel the heat of her hand as it lifted away.

Twice more, the woman spanked her, each making a satisfyingly loud noise, stinging Zelda's skin and causing her to bite back the moans that pulled in her lungs.

It shouldn't have the effect it did, but Zelda could feel the wetness growing between her thighs as Lilith's hand began rubbing small circles over the area, soothing the sting.

"Hmm," Lilith vocalised, as she slid over the marks gently. "No, I don't think you've learnt your lesson."

No, Zelda agreed. Biting down on her lip as the next lot of spanking came.

Zelda had engaged in different areas of flagellation over the years, long before she met Faustus. She'd done with crops, paddles, whips and belts, but she did dearly enjoy the intimacy a hand brought.

When it had finished, and Lilith's hand settled against her lower back, Zelda drew in a deep breath and squirmed on the table, feeling the throb from the handprints, as well as the pounding blood flow between her thighs. No doubt there would be bruising tomorrow, delicious and painful.

"You took that so well," Lilith patronised as she ran her hand over the reddened cheeks. "Spread your legs, and maybe I'll give you a reward."

"Must you speak to me as if I'm a child?"

"No," Lilith said, using the toe of her shoe to nudge Zelda's feet apart. "But where's the fun in that?"

Zelda breathed out, glaring at the books. There were times where Lilith made her want to spank the woman right back –– perhaps with her cane and leave length wise welts along each cheek. She hadn't used that for corporal punishment in-

Zelda's thoughts disappeared as she felt Lilith's fingers slide over her sex. It was far more gentle than the woman had right to be, barely grazing over the clitoral hood before dragging down her entrance to the very edge of the vulva and pulling away.

"Oh, dear," Lilith said. "You are drenched," she sighed as if this was somehow something terrible.

"Lilith, I swear to-" Zelda cut off, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt Lilith's fingers enter her.

"Sorry, what was that? Who do you swear to?"

Zelda moaned as the fingers slowly worked inside of her before increasing in rhythm. She could feel the cool table against her bare body as she arched, lengthening her spine. She felt as if she was edging close already to climax.

As Lilith's thrust her fingers inside of her, her other hand came up to twist around Zelda's hair, pulling the woman's head up, off the table. "I believe I asked you a question."

Zelda hummed, trying to remember the question as she felt the fast build in her lower belly, clenching as Lilith's fingers threatened to leave (but didn't).

The hand in her hair yanked again, reminding her to respond. "You," she answered. She curled her hands into fists, feeling Lilith enter another finger insider of her. "Lilith," she keened, knowing how close she was.

"Be a good girl, and maybe I won't leave you in such a messy state," and then Lilith retracted, pulling her fingers out just as Zelda and letting go of her hair as Zelda reached the very edge of an orgasm.

The feeling faded and then Lilith entered her again and built her up, getting her closer and closer and then leaving her again, unsatisfied and frustrated.

Zelda slumped at the table, breathing hard as she felt her anger rise at the indignity of being left so wanton. She pushed up from the table, turning around to face the woman who dared to smirk at her, licking her fingers clean.

She had no words, just anger as her chest rose and fell.

"Oh, dear," Lilith said. "Did I upset you?"

"You," Zelda glared, trying to find the words, but they wouldn't come. Snapping forward, she grabbed the woman and yanked her towards her self.

Lilith's eyes flew open in surprise before she grinned wide and pressed Zelda close, kissing her hard.

Zelda hungered for more and was determined to show Lilith what she deserved. She ripped at the woman's dress, snapping the zipper down its teeth, before tugging the material from the woman's body. If Lilith wanted to play, Zelda would play.

She bit down the woman's neck and shoulder, deliberately leaving her mark before she flipped Lilith onto the table and stood before her, ripping the underwear down her legs and then tracing her mouth over the hips, and then across the thighs.

Only then, as she knelt between Lilith's parted legs did she stop to look at the woman's face.

There were marks all across her shoulders and neck, her hair tangled and utterly wild around her. Her chest had a red flush as her chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths. Her eyes had darkened, all mischievousness having vacated and only an intense, heated lust remained as she tilted her jaw up and dared Zelda to finish what she started.

Zelda kneeled before the table, her eyes steady on Lilith's as she leant forward. She slid her tongue over the sex first and then satisfied with how wet she was, Zelda moved to the woman's clit and slid her fingers inside of her.

This wasn't going to be slow, teasing game. Zelda wanted to be sure she made her point explicitly clear.

She watched Lilith unravelled with each stroke of her fingers and tongue until her body was beginning to arch, her breath quickening (and still she was otherwise quiet –– as if knowing how much Zelda wanted to hear her). There was a rush of slickness over Zelda's fingers, the cunt squeezing around her fingers as Lilith drove closer to the endgame.

And just as Lilith's mouth parted with a sigh, her hips lifting, her back arching with a tense drive towards the climax, Zelda withdrew and stood up, watching the woman drop back, her eyes flying open as if Zelda struck her.

Zelda wiped at her mouth, cleaning the slickness from her chin with the back of her hand. She faced Lilith, with a deliberate lift of an eyebrow, daring her to argue back.

"Oh, the things I could do to you," Lilith vowed.

"You know that I would be delighted to serve you once you finish what you started."

Lilith tilted her head, frowning as she considered the proposal. "No," she stated, standing up. "No, I think I'll wait to see you come to me in an absolute mess."

Zelda blinked, before glaring at the woman. "You're leaving?"

"Oh yes, I imagine whatever comes next will be more enjoyable with time," Lilith said, fluttering her eyes as if she knew something Zelda didn't.

Lilith picked up her clothes, slipping them on with ease before sliding into her heels and walking over to Zelda. "Be a dear and do a girl up?" Lilith asked, turning to expose the half-done zipper.

Zelda had no words. Once again, she was left stunned and feeling humiliated as her attempt to put the woman in check, failed.

Swallowing back any pleads that built up in her chest, she moved the dark curls over the woman's shoulder and zipped up the dress. A part of her (that Zelda would not allow to come out) wanted to tell Lilith to stay, that she would be good and obey the woman's commands. But Zelda's pride stood firm. So she stepped back and watched as the woman turned around to face her.

"Such a good pet," Lilith said, reaching out to caress Zelda's face, her eyes bright and blue, staring at every minute expression that crossed Zelda's face. "I'll see you again soon, Zelda."

"We'll see," Zelda said, stepping away with a dark look. She left the witch, returning to where she'd discarded her clothes and began tugging them on, feeling the pressure in her body only grow from being left unsatisfied.

In the absence of Lilith, Zelda felt her frustration and anger return. In honesty, she'd likely voided their deal, but so be it. To be teased and toyed with was one thing, but to be left in such a state was infuriating.

Not even Faustus had dared.

She zipped up her dress with a simple charm and slipped her heels on, adjusting the cuffs of her dress.

No, if Lilith was going to continue toying at her like this, then Zelda would make damn sure she could retaliate where it hurt in the same way. She just needed to work out what Lilith wanted more.

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that-nerd-shit · 4 years

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America x Reader high school AU chapter 2

A few weeks had passed and (y/n) learnt quite a bit about Matthew. He was in fact Quebecois and Matthew was part of the town's hockey team, along with his boyfriend Gilbert. It was now the night before her first day as a sophomore and (y/n) was with Matthew hanging out in Gilbert's basement. "Hey (y/n) are you excited for tomorrow? I am!" the albino teen practically screeched as he talked. "Well I guess? It's still weird to think that I'll be finishing school here" slowly the conversation died down and (y/n) headed home to get some beauty rest. She readied an outfit consisting of jeans, a (color) tank top, and a cardigan. (y/n) showered and did a face mask before going to bed while cuddling Brick.

The next day (y/n) woke up to the blaring of her alarm, she slammed her hand over the top until the beeping stopped. She pushed Brick off her chest and swung out of bed, jolting at the feeling of the cold floor against her feet. After she threw on her outfit she hurriedly did her eyebrows and covered her acne. (y/n) trudged to the kitchen where she filled a tumbler with iced coffee and grabbed an apple to snack on in class. Not wanting to be late on the first day of school (y/n) grabbed her headphones and helmet before getting on her bike and speeding off to her new school, of course not forgetting the backpack which she stuffed school supplies and energy drinks into.

After a literal uphill battle with her bike (y/n) finally made it to the school, it now loomed over her sweating form. For such a small school population it was a large school (y/n) thought. While locking up her bike (y/n) was filled with a sudden dread, what if everyone hated her? Immediately she was filled with anxieties, thankfully she heard a German accent shouting "(y/n)! What's up fraulein?" the teenage girl spun around and quietly thanked whatever's up there for the distraction. Joining the two young men (y/n) walked into school and was greeted by the principal standing by the door saying hello to every student. (y/n) was pulled aside by the principal to be given her schedule and pick her locker, so far the morning had gone by without a hitch. A (y/n) was walking to her locker she made eye contact with the redheaded girl from the corner store. Quickly (y/n) shuffled by hoping not to get caught by the intimidating teen. Eventually she found her locker and began shoving her textbooks into the locker and securing her time table to her locker door. Upon further inspection (y/n) realized she had art first block, followed by advanced history. Grabbing a notebook and her pencil case (y/n) headed off to find the art class.

Art was now midway through and (y/n) was currently doing art theory, her least favorite part of the class. An entire page of her school issued sketchbook was to be filled with different lines and shapes by the end of class, and the teacher encouraged her to begin on a portrait of how she saw herself. Despite how cheesy the idea was (y/n) still liked the idea, realism wasn't exactly her thing anyway. While she was drawing an eraser hit (y/n)'s cheek, looking up she surveyed the room for a culprit until she noticed a sheepish looking boy with his arm outstretched in her direction. He noticed her gaze and began to profusely apologize, he walked over and introduced himself as Lukas "See, I was aiming for that idiot with spiked hair next to you." Lukas pulled over the teen and introduced him as Mathias. Despite their slight violence towards each other they seemed oddly close. Chatting with the boys made class go by faster and soon enough (y/n) was strutting down the halls and headed to her history class.

History and lunch had flown by and (y/n) was now walking up the stairs to the science lab. She made her way to the classroom and sat down at one of the tables. Immediately she was filled with horror, the girl (y/n) had run into at the gas station was surrounded by a group of girls that seemed to be carbon copies of her. They all looked different but she already knew how eerily similar their personalities were. As soon as their eyes laid upon her it was like sharks to blood, snide remarks and backhanded comments on her outfit, passive aggressive tips on beauty and hushed giggling as they gave her a side eye. (y/n) looked at the seat next to her, which was empty and she assumed it would be until the next semester. Slowly their comments started to get under her skin, (y/n) knew that she was a fair bit sensitive despite how she tried to portray herself. As the teacher continued her lecture on plant cells (y/n) felt her eyes begin to well up, the tears began to pour out but before anyone noticed her shaky breathing the door was slammed open and a blond boy with a cowlick entered the room. After apologizing he began to scan the room and saw (y/n) sitting by herself, he slid next to her and stuck out a hand. "The name's Alfred Jones, who're you?" he inquired (y/n) introduced herself before quietly chatting with him. "Your brother told me about you, he said you were out of town for summer." Alfred nodded and told her that he was working as a farm hand over the summer. "So (y/n) what brings you to Botmaw?" (y/n) explained that her dad was working as a mechanic for a nearby mine. "Your eyes are kind of red, are you okay (y/n)?" Alfred whispered "Oh... it's just girls being girls i guess. I knew that people would have opinions on me i just didn't know they would be so..." she trailed off, partially because she wasn't sure how to finish her sentence and also because she didn't want to get too into it. The two exchanged phone numbers before the bell rang, (y/n) looked over Alfred's shoulder and noticed a red heart next to her name. She thought she may have been looking too deep into it but the small emoji made her cheeks flush the slightest shade of red.

When the bell finally rang Alfred walked (y/n) over to her locker, while (y/n) was grabbing her things she accidentally dropped her psychology notebook. She and Alfred both bent down to grab it, while they were reaching for it his calloused hand brushed against her and she felt a jolt of electricity go through her body. "Oh! Sorry!" she averted her eyes in a sad attempt to hide her excitement. Sadly for (y/n) the two had to part as the second bell rang and Alfred had to run to his home economics class and (y/n) to her psych class. Throughout her entire class (y/n) couldn't focus, Matthew hadn't said how adorable his brother was! Even thinking about him made her blush slightly. Since (y/n) was taking notes she didn't have to worry about being called on. When the clock reached three o'clock (y/n) jumped out of her seat and packed up her belongings. She raced out the school and hopped on her bike and sped home to do her homework and chat with Matthew.

After an hour of slaving over a computer (y/n) was finally able to pick up her phone and call Matthew. "Hey! You didn't tell me Alfred was a cutie!" she shouted before being met with silence. "Oh! He's your brother." she sighed, "yeah, it'd be weird if I thought he was..." (y/n) groaned in embarrassment before changing the topic to town gossip. She fell asleep while talking to Matthew, her snoring taking over the conversation. Matthew hung up and decided to get some sleep as well.

#alfred jones #america x reader #hetalia fanfiction #fanfiction #aph america #hetalia #x reader #bring back hetalia 2020 #chapter 2 #new chapter

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thereismoretomylifethenice · 4 years

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parent aus from that post: for Elsa X Sammy, Adalene x Hans, and Kristoff x Anna

Elsa & Sammy

Who cried when they brought their child home for the first time: Let’s be real…they probably both did. Sammy’s emotional and Elsa would be over the moon about being able to have kids and actually have a family.

Who would wake up in the middle of the night to check on the kid(s): They take turns probably but Sammy might do it more often—it’s his nature and he would want Elsa to sleep if she has Queenly duties in the morning.

Who changes the kid(s) diapers: Elsa is a Queen—they probably have a staff member to do it. In verses without nurses, they probably take turns or draw straws to decide who has to do it.

Who makes the bottles: Again, they have a nurse probably XD But again, in verses without a nurse, they likely take turns. They’re very balanced parents XD

Who stays up late at night to rock the kid(s) to sleep and sing them lullabys: Elsa! She would use her mother’s lullaby too!

Who is guilty of spoiling the kid(s): Honestly….probably Elsa. She gave into Anna pretty easily when they were kids so she would probably give into her kids pretty easily too.

Who would give the kid(s) cookies in the middle of the night: Elsa again…puppy eyes are hard for her to resist.

Who always takes the kid(s) side: Neither of them probably—they most likely make a united front against the kids when they need too.

Who would wake up early to make breakfast for the kid(s) before school: Sammy hopefully—Elsa’s cooking skills are rather…minimal. In verses were she does not have a staff, she can make cereal for breakfast but that is about it.

Who gets the kid(s) ready for school in the morning: I think…Sammy. Elsa’s pretty busy getting ready to go to her own day at work so Sammy would probably take on those jobs.

Who takes the kid(s) to school: In verses were the kids are not taught by tutors, it’s probably Elsa. She likely drops them off on the way to her job—she’s the president of the company so if she is a few minutes late, who is going to complain?

Who goes to parent teacher conferences: They both do—they take these meetings rather seriously.

Who will be the first to suggest to have ‘the talk’ with the kid(s): They both put it off as long as they possibly can. Neither one really wants to deal with that topic right now…

Who would choose their child(s) prom outfit: Elsa. She’s got a fantastic fashion sense and her children will look sharp!

Who would cry when the kid(s) go off to college: They both do—their babies are all grown up and they’re going off into the big world! Tears will be shed….after the kids are gone so they don’t see!

Hans & Addie

Who cried when they brought their child home for the first time: Addie did openly. Hans probably did in private when he does not think anyone is going to see him doing it. If he’s caught, he’ll strenuously lie about it and claim he got something in his eye.

Who would wake up in the middle of the night to check on the kid(s): Again…they probably have nurses but Addie would likely do it more than Hans. He would sneak out and check on them though, hoping no one is going to see him. His father did not train him in affection—it’s a new practice for him so he has to ease into it.

Who changes the kid(s) diapers: In verses without nurses, it’s probably Addie. Hans eventually learns how to do it but she does it more often.

Who makes the bottles: Again, without a nurse, it’s probably Addie. Hans does not have many paternal instincts so he gradually needs to learn about them.

Who stays up late at night to rock the kid(s) to sleep and sing them lullabys: Addie again. Hans sneaks in to watch though because he wants to be a part of the moment but doesn’t know how to tell Addie that.

Who is guilty of spoiling the kid(s): Hans resents the world ‘spoiling’ but he is known for being overly indulgent to the kids at times.

Who would give the kid(s) cookies in the middle of the night: ….Hans honestly. He just does not want to tell Addie that.

Who always takes the kid(s) side: Addie probably. While Hans will indulge the kids, his dad clearly taught him that ‘father’ is always right so that tends to come out sometimes when conflict is present.

Who would wake up early to make breakfast for the kid(s) before school: …..Honestly I’m not sure. Hans can’t really cook…not sure where Addie’s cooking skills are at. At the least, the kids will be getting cereal!

Who gets the kid(s) ready for school in the morning: Maybe Addie? Hans believes in self-sufficiency so he encourages the kids to do it on their own as much as they can. If they forget their homework, he feels that that’s their fault and they should remember it tomorrow.

Who takes the kid(s) to school: In verses where they aren’t taught by tutors at home, they probably take turns.

Who goes to parent teacher conferences: It’s normally a joint effort but sometimes Addie goes by herself. Hans does not always feel he should go or that he’s the right person to deal with those kinds of things. When he does go, he’s very protective of his kids.

Who will be the first to suggest to have ‘the talk’ with the kid(s): Hans. He’s a very practical person and would recognize that the kids should have the facts before they decide to start getting answers for themselves.

Who would choose their child(s) prom outfit: Addie gets the girls, Hans gets the boys. They both have excellent fashion sense and they would make sure the kids go off in style.

Who would cry when the kid(s) go off to college: Addie would cry openly. Hans would cry later after the kids are gone—he doesn’t want anyone to think that he’s weak about something like this.

Kristoff & Anna

Who cried when they brought their child home for the first time: They both do but especially Kristoff. This man wants a big family and now that dream is starting to be realized! He’s very happy!

Who would wake up in the middle of the night to check on the kid(s): They both do—Kristoff likes to sneak into the nursery to watch them. Then Anna likes to sneak in to watch him watching them because she thinks it’s cute to watch him talking quietly to the babies.

Who changes the kid(s) diapers: In universes without nurses, they take turns but Kristoff takes the brunt of it. He’s more used to dealing with kids then Anna is so he’s more comfortable with it.

Who makes the bottles: In universes without nurses, Kristoff does…mostly because they use bottles when Anna’s not home to feed the kids.

Who stays up late at night to rock the kid(s) to sleep and sing them lullabies: They stay up late together—Anna has her mother’s lullaby and Kristoff has all of the stories that the trolls told him. The kids get the best stories when they are growing up.

Who is guilty of spoiling the kid(s): They take turns---but both are guilty of it at different times.

Who would give the kid(s) cookies in the middle of the night: Anna. Kristoff TRIES to be a Responsible Adult when it comes to things like cookies after nine pm. Anna sees no point about being responsible on things like that. Cookies are always appropriate at any time.

Who always takes the kid(s) side: Anna tends to take the kids side just a bit more, cycling back around to Kristoff often being the Responsible Adult in this family.

Who would wake up early to make breakfast for the kid(s) before school: Kristoff—they can both cook but I think Kristoff is more prone to getting up early. He also can cook, despite what people might think about the recipes he got from his troll family.

Who gets the kid(s) ready for school in the morning: In universes where there are no tutors, they both work together to get the whole family ready for their day.

Who takes the kid(s) to school: Kristoff probably does normally, but Anna also takes them to school too when she gets the chance.

Who goes to parent teacher conferences: They go together—with Anna being the Proud Mom and Kristoff being the Reasonable Adult. They’re quite the team.

Who will be the first to suggest to have ‘the talk’ with the kid(s): Kristoff most likely but Anna agrees. His Troll family was never known for being subtle about things so he is more used to the idea of talking about these kinds of topics.

Who would choose their child(s) prom outfit: Anna. If it was left up to Kristoff, they would probably just go in some pretty basic clothes…Anna’s going to make sure that those kids dress up!

Who would cry when the kid(s) go off to college: They both too! It’s a big old mess of sobbing from parents and kids alike. The family probably goes through a whole box of tissues.

#Samuel & Elsa--A Love Against All Odds #Anna & Kristoff--My Love is Not Fragile #Adalene & Hans--The Greatest Person I Never Knew I Needed #Kristoff #Price Hans #Elsa

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angelofthequeers · 4 years

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Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 17

Dark Cupid I

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

I’m still salty that Kagami’s canon outfit is a literal school uniform because…she’s Japanese?

And Chloé seems pretty stagnant now but that’s because there’s not much pushing her to change. She’s still under the delusion that Adrien will eventually come back to her and she hasn’t hit rock bottom…yet.

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“In most fairy tales, the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess,” Ms Bustier says. “Can anyone tell us why?”

“Because only love can conquer hate!” Rose sighs. Although Adrien’s only half-listening to the lesson, his brain demonstrates its useful skill from years of home-schooling by still absorbing what’s being said while his focus remains on the terrifying project in front of him: a love letter. More specifically, a love poem. For Marinette.

Wait, what is he even thinking? This is a terrible idea! He’s going to utterly fail, and Marinette’s going to hate it, and their friendship will be over with a capital O, and they’ll never run away to an island far away from everything and live off nothing but fruit and get married and have two kids – or maybe three, depending on what Marinette wants – and a little pet hamster –

“Adrien, I hope what you’re writing has to do with my lesson.” Ms Bustier’s voice jolts him out of his panicked daze. “Can you tell me what I just said?”

“That's why in most fairy tales, the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess because only love conquers hate,” Adrien rattles off automatically.

“Very good!” Ms Bustier says just as the bell rings. The students immediately start packing up, so she calls out their homework for the night before they can start swarming to leave. “And Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody!”

Adrien fumbles to pull a small box out of his pocket with trembling fingers as he, Marinette, Nino, and Alya emerge into the crowded courtyard. This is it. Even if he can’t go through with the poem, he can do this, right? This doesn’t require words –

“You got this for moi, Adrikins?” Chloé snatches the box from him and gives an exaggerated gasp when she opens it to reveal a small golden ring with a ruby set in the centre. “Oh, you shouldn’t have! I love you too!”

“I didn’t –”

“I’m flattered!” Chloé slides the ring onto her finger and holds it up to show everyone who’s stopped to investigate the noise. “I’ll be expecting you to pick me up tonight, Adrikins! Mwah!” She gives him a wet kiss on the cheek and saunters off, while girls everywhere rush after her, some of them even crying.

“But that’s not…for you…” Adrien sighs and looks down.

“Uh, is that thievery?” Nino said. “Dude, I’m pretty sure she robbed you.”

“Oooh, who was it for?” Alya says, nudging Adrien. “Who’s the lucky lady who’s caught Adrien’s eye?” The smirk on her face strikes fear into Adrien’s very soul. There’s no way Alya doesn’t know who he’s crushing on. No way at all.

“Alya, leave him alone,” Marinette chastises half-heartedly.

“Hey, my dad got akumatised two days ago because Kim thought he could run faster than a panther,” Alya says. “It’s either this or I sulk and ruin everyone’s day.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Adrien mumbles. “She wouldn’t be my Valentine anyway.”

“That’s a load of rubbish, Adrien Agreste!” Marinette snaps with her hands on her hips. “You’re a total dork, and you’re cute, and you’re really sweet, and anyone would be lucky to have you!”

Blood rushes to Adrien’s cheeks at Marinette’s vehement defence of him, especially with her beautiful face set in a scowl like an avenging angel from above. “Um – manks, Thari – I mean…thanks, Marinette.”

“She’s right, you know,” says a voice from behind her. Marinette steps aside to let Kagami walk next to her as they descend the school steps. “You need to be surer in yourself, Adrien. If you’re uncertain in yourself, how do you expect anyone else to be certain in you?”

Adrien sighs. “Thanks, Kagami. But she’s way out of my league.”

“Of course she is, if you let brats like that steal right from the palm of your hand.” Kagami jabs her thumb over at Chloé, who’s showing off “her” ring to a crowd of envious girls. Sabrina, who’s passing by with Alix and Nathaniel, blinks at Chloé and jumps away on autopilot. Alix and Nathaniel immediately sling their arms around her comfortingly and escort her away.

Poor Sabrina. Untangling herself from Chloé is a daily struggle for her, especially since she can’t even look at Chloé without starting to panic, no doubt triggered by her ordeal with Antibug. Her new style, divorced from her old one while still retaining her nerdy nature, is just one way she’s working on that, such as the white blouse and lilac cardigan she’s wearing with her royal blue plaid skirt today. The only reason she hasn’t moved to another class is because Alix and Nathaniel are the only people who seem to be willing to befriend Chloé’s Best Friend; even the other classes are well aware of Chloé Bourgeois and her reign of terror.

Adrien shakes himself out of his thoughts for the second time that day as they draw level with his car, where his bodyguard holds the back door open for him.

“Bye, dude,” Nino says, holding his hand out for a fist bump. Adrien bumps it and gets into his car, then rolls down his window to wave at his friends until his bodyguard drives off.

“So, Mari, who’s your friend?” Alya says with a nod at Kagami, trying to act like she’s never seen the girl before in her life. Even though she technically has. But no one’s supposed to know that she’s Reine Nuit. And Kagami’s wearing a different outfit to the fencing uniform she’d worn the first time Alya had seen her: a red sweater over a white collared button-up, both elbow-length, tucked into a black skirt, with black tights and red sneakers.

“Oh!” Marinette facepalms. “Alya, Nino, this is Kagami. We met her when she showed up to the fencing tryouts.”

“And got akumatised,” Kagami mutters.

“No sweat, dude,” Nino says. “I got akumatised too ‘cause Adrien’s dad wouldn’t let me throw him a party. It’s that dick Hawkmoth’s fault, not yours.”

Kagami frowns at Nino, as though she’s studying him in a new light.

“This is my best friend Alya,” Marinette says, gesturing to Alya. “And this is Adrien’s best friend Nino. Not that he’s not our friend, of course!”

“Operation Valentine’s Day is commencing!” Max announces from nearby. Alya, Marinette, Nino, and Kagami slow their pace to listen in. “According to my extensive research and cross-referencing of online shopping sites, this particular jewel –” He produces a heart-shaped box from behind his back and offers it to Kim, who opens it, “– was ranked highest in popularity.”

“That's perfect, Max!” Kim says. “I better hit a home run with this one. Love is like baseball, right? You gotta have a strategy or you'll strike out. But if you aim right, you'll hit it out of the ball park. Score!”

Alya lights up at this major crush scoop, and she drags Marinette over to the boys. Nino and Kagami exchange glances and follow them.

“Oh, yes, Kim, lovely metaphor,” Max says absently.

“Meta-who?” Kim says, looking inside the box again.

“Ooh, sparkly!” Alya pulls Kim’s hands down to see what’s inside the box, and she catches a glimpse of a golden heart-shaped brooch inlaid with sapphires. “Is that for moi? You know, to make up for getting my dad akumatised?”

“Negative, Alya,” Max says. “The recipient of this gem has already been determined. It’s –”

Kim grabs Max around the neck and slaps a palm over his mouth. “Shh!” the jock hisses. “Keep it on the down-low!”

“Omg! Kim’s got a major crush!” Alya giggles, giddy with Valentine’s-Day-by-proxy fever. Well, at least she seems to have moved past the Animan incident, if she’s not wanting to strangle Kim now. “Who’s the lucky lady?”

“I don’t think that’s exactly appropriate to ask if he’s said he doesn’t want to disclose that information,” Kagami says. Kim shoots her a grateful look.

“Fine, fine,” Alya says. “I won’t pry.”

“It’s awesome, dude!” Nino says. “She’s gonna love it.”

“Technically, she's still gotta accept it,” Kim says, scratching the back of his head. His eyes widen. “What if she says no?”

“She won’t, Kim!” Marinette says, pumping her fist. “Don’t hold back! Go for it! No regrets!”

Kim grins and high-fives Max. “Operation Valentine’s Day is underway!” He starts jogging on the spot, while Max pulls out a map of the area.

“Her route is highlighted here in yellow, yours in red,” Max recites. “If you run at ten miles per hour, you're going to gain a four-and-a-half-minute advance on her. Halt and wait here facing northwest – the third most romantic spot in Paris.”

Alya and Marinette grin and shoot Kim encouraging thumbs-up.

“Go on, dude!” Nino says. “Knock her over!”

“Thanks, guys!” Kim says before sprinting away.

“Come on!” Alya says to Kagami and Nino. “I bet we can get Marinette’s papa to sneak us some of their Valentine’s Day treats!”

“I don’t know…” Kagami says. “I should have called my driver minutes ago.”

“Dude, Adrien’s getting pushed around by his schedule enough,” Nino says. “Fight the system!”

Alya and Marinette raise their eyebrows at him. Kagami takes a deep breath, then types a message on her phone.

“I told my driver to wait an hour before picking me up, so that I can spend time with Adrien and develop our friendship. My mother will be displeased, but I’ll offer her extra training to compensate for this. I just hope she doesn’t realise that I’m lying.”

“Hey, rich kids gotta stick together, right?” Alya teases. Kagami, who looks a little pale, just raises an eyebrow at her.

“Yay!” Marinette hugs Kagami. “Come on! If we hurry, we’ll make it before Papa sells all the treats!”

As they’re sprinting down a street and weaving between shoppers, Marinette crashes into someone and shrieks as they both lose their balance. Acting on superhero reflexes, Alya grabs Marinette and keeps her on her feet, while Kagami catches the other person.

“Adrien?” she says as the person groans. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be at home?”

“I –” Adrien stuffs something into his bag and grins sheepishly. “Nothing! I just…wanted to get out of the car…”

“You’re a horrible liar, Agreste,” Kagami says. “Although at least I’m technically not lying now.”

Just then, everyone’s phones except for Kagami’s buzz, and Alya gasps when she’s fished hers out and sees what Chloé’s sent them.

“That witch!” she hisses, angling her phone so that Kagami can see the picture of Kim kneeling and covered in trash.

“Nothing I say is even doing anything!” Adrien’s shoulders slump. “I thought she really valued our friendship enough to want to become a better person. Maybe if I give a little and talk to her to nudge her –”

“Nope,” Alya says immediately. “That’s what she wants. You give her an inch, she’ll take a mile.”

“It’s not your responsibility to make her change, dude,” Nino agrees.

“Some people just won’t change,” Kagami says. “You just need to –” Her eyes widen. “Look out!”

Alya has just enough time to register the winged red and black figure behind Adrien before they’re nocking an arrow to their bow and shooting straight at Marinette. Before a wide-eyed Marinette can so much as blink in reaction, Adrien’s throwing himself in front of her with his arms out, taking the arrow straight to his chest.

“Adrien!” Marinette gasps as he doubles over, while the arrow dissolves. “Oh my gosh, are you okay? What did he do to you?”

“I – I –” Adrien straightens up and rips himself free of Marinette’s grasp. His lips, curved in a snarl, are now pitch black. “I loathe you, Marinette! Everyone thinks you’re such a perfect princess!” He grins cruelly at Kagami. “We both know I won that point, Kagami. Marinette’s just too sickeningly soft to stand by her judgement. Always afraid to hurt other people like the disgusting angel she is!”

“Come on, dude!” Nino grabs Marinette’s arm and drags her out of the way of another arrow. “We gotta get out of here!”

“But what about Adrien?” Marinette protests. Kagami and Alya grab her other arm.

“Nothing we can do for him right now,” Alya says. “We just gotta wait for Ladybug and Reine Nuit to show up!”

Her words seem to pierce through Marinette’s daze like one of the akuma’s arrows, because Marinette shakes her head and flees the scene with her friends, ducking and darting around the screaming passers-by. A good distance away, Alya ‘accidentally’ loses her grip on Marinette and lets herself get sucked into the crowd, pretending she doesn’t hear her friends’ cries. Once she’s able to extract herself from the panicking people, she darts down an alleyway and cries, “Plagg, claws out!”

As Reine Nuit, she leaps out and elbows her way through the crowd back to where the akuma had been, but he’s nowhere in sight. Thankfully, an angel of an entirely different kind lands next to her and says, “It’s Kim! Hawkmoth must have gotten him after Chloé did that.”

“I wish I could slap her and get away with it,” Reine Nuit huffs, crossing her arms.

“Ladybug! Reine Nuit!” Nino skids to a halt, with Kagami following at a more dignified pace. “Marinette and Alya! We lost ‘em – they could be –”

“Marinette’s safe,” Ladybug says quickly. “I got her out of here. She told me that it’s Kim and the akuma has to be in the pin she saw – the one he wanted to give to Chloé.”

Of course! “Alya’s safe too,” Reine Nuit says. “Pulled her out of the way just in time. You guys need to get somewhere safe. Angel bug and I have to…” She shudders. “Protect Chloé.”

“That’s the spirit!” Ladybug says cheerfully with a wide, plastic smile. “Let’s go!”

They bound towards Le Grand Paris, praying that they won’t be too late – although in Reine Nuit’s case at least, it’s more because it’ll be a pain to predict where he’s going once he’s got his revenge on Chloé. They arrive just in time; Chloé’s about to enter the hotel, and Kim is nearby with an arrow ready. Just as he’s about to shoot, Ladybug catches his wrist with her yo-yo and yanks his aim off.

“Ladybug!” he snarls, whirling to face them on their rooftop. Chloé screams and runs away down the street.

“Stop it, Kim!” Ladybug says.

“I’m not Kim! I’m Dark Cupid, and I’ll never stop! If I can’t have love, then no one can!”

“Okay, Dark Cupid, I get it.” Ladybug holds her hands up placatingly. “Chloé totally burned you. But that doesn't mean you have to take it out on all of Paris!”

“Oh, yes I do! I won't stop until everyone's heart is crushed. Say adios to your loved ones. From now on, you'll hate them!”

Dark Cupid shoots arrow after arrow at Ladybug and Reine Nuit, who use their yo-yo and staff to deflect them. But they can’t win like this; they’re on the defensive, and they can’t stay like this forever. All it’ll take is one arrow to slip through their guard.

It happens almost in slow motion. Just as Dark Cupid fires another arrow, Ladybug slips and loses her footing, throwing her yo-yo at a chimney to stop herself from falling off the roof. But this lets the arrow strike her directly in the centre of her back.

“Ladybug!” Reine Nuit dodges another arrow and throws herself down next to Ladybug, whose entire body is tense and trembling. “Are you okay?”

“Reine Nuit,” Ladybug gasps. She looks up, her lips now jet-black, and all the tension melts out of her body. “I hate you!”

“Hey, snap out of it!” Reine Nuit tries to shake her partner’s shoulders, but Ladybug slaps her across the face and then straddles her to keep her pinned. Reine Nuit struggles to stop her body from tingling and flushing. Okay, so she’s had fantasies of being pinned by Ladybug, but not like this.

“You’re the worst partner I could’ve asked for, ditzy kitty!” Ladybug snarls. “What good are you? What, you can pop a Cataclysm or two? I could’ve gotten by perfectly well without your little power!” She smirks. “But you can’t do a thing without my powers, can you? You’re useless!”

Sorry about this, Reine Nuit thinks. She forces her baton under Ladybug’s stomach, then extends it to send Ladybug flying along the rooftop. Before the brainwashed hero can recover, Reine Nuit leaps off the roof and takes off down the street, ducking for cover to try and throw Ladybug and Dark Cupid off her trail if they follow her. It’s not until she’s a few blocks away that she finally allows herself to sag against a brick wall, panting and trying to resist the urge to thump the back of her head on the wall repeatedly.

Great. Ladybug’s gone. And she’s the only one who can purify the akuma. What is Reine Nuit going to do? Ladybug had been right when she’d said that Reine Nuit is useless without her.

Snap out of it! Reine Nuit shakes her head. Save Ladybug now, mope later. She’s a hero. So, she has to act like one.

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riot-in-reverie · 4 years

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Okay here's my ToG fanfiction. The first parts edited and the second is not. You can probably tell where that line is. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. Some of the text isn't italicized or whatever on here so try your best!

Chapter one

Summer break was over. Aelin was up bright and early for her first day of her junior year of highschool. Standing before her mirror, she picked out her outfit, then got dressed. She returned to her mirror, her steady hands applying light makeup to enhance her features slightly; not that she needed it, though, as she was already beautiful.

Nearly an hour later, she was satisfied with her look. She stepped outside her room to grab her bag just as her phone rang. Picking it up, she smiled as she noticed it was from her best friend, Lysandra.

“Hey, Lys! How’s it going?” Aelin chatted happily on the phone with her friend. They had known each other for years, but that didn’t mean they were always friends. In fact, they had a pretty rough history-- one that included anger, jealousy, and a lot of dresses.

The two agreed to meet outside the school doors. With that, Aelin ended the call, grabbed her keys, and got into her car to drive to school.

…

Aelin hopped out of her car and locked it, throwing her keys in her bag before turning and walking towards the school. Anytime someone looked her way, she’d flash them a smile and wave. She kept an eye out for new students, but saw no one unfamiliar. If there are any, she mused, they’re either inside already or going to be late. Walking up the path to the doors, she greeted Lysandra. Lysandra looked stunning as ever; dark hair cascading down her back with slight curls, sharp features capturing the attention of anyone nearby. She was wearing a long green dress, one that flowed around her as they walked, making Aelin feel like she was walking with a goddess.

“A little cold for a crop top, isn’t it?” Lysandra asked, nodding at Aelin’s shirt.

“A small price to pay to turn a few heads,” Aelin replied, shrugging. “We’re gonna be inside, anyway. Come on, Let’s go!”

Grabbing her friend’s hand, Aelin rushed up the stairs and entered the building.

“So, what’s your first class?” Lysandra questioned.

“English,” Aelin replied. “speaking of which, I should probably get there soon. See you later?”

Aelin gave Lysandra a hug before running off to class.

Thankfully not late, Aelin slipped into the classroom, heading for a seat near the windows. She set down her bag, when--

“Aelin?” Aelin turned at the vaguely familiar voice. Her eyes met crystal blue, which looked back at her gently. She noticed the messy black hair, cheeky grin, and far too fancy outfit. It could only be one person.

“Dorian?” Aelin all but squealed. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “How are you? I didn’t expect to see you in this class! I thought you’d be taking some fancy, extra-hard, extra-homework classes.”

Dorian just laughed and hugged her back. “Don’t worry. Most of my classes are; I just gotta take one easy one.”

Aelin pulled Dorian over to one of the nearby seats, forcing him to sit next to her.

“Oh great, now you can steal my pens, too.”

Class started before Aelin could say something back. The teacher started roll call, and even though Aelin had to correct the teacher on her name (again), she had a feeling it would be a good day.

…

That feeling was soon crushed. Near the end of class, the door opened, and a girl stepped through. She had pale skin and raven-black hair, and was wearing a ruffled purple dress. Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at her, but she didn’t seem to notice. Instead, her eyes wandered then fixed on Dorian. Aelin glanced between them and frowned.

“Dorian. Miss Tardy is looking at you.”

Dorian looked up from where he was packing his bag. They seemed to make eye contact, and recognition flashed in his eyes. He quickly tore his eyes away and resumed packing. The girl went up to the teacher, and everyone resumed what they’d been doing. Listening in on their conversation slightly, Aelin learned that the girl’s name was Kaltain Rompier.

As class filed out five minutes later, dorian and Aelin walked together. “So, that new girl,” Dorian started. “Do you think she’s pretty?”

Aelin responded without hesitation. “Her dress reminded me of bruises.”

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Aelin's first thought when she walked into the gym was "no" the second thought she had was "hell no" it was bad enough she had forgotten to bring her gym bag but what made this absolutely awful was that her cousin Aedion was in her gym class. Now normally she wouldn't mind sharing a class with her cousin. She and her cousin were actually very very close and grew up together, but when they were put in a situation that could be turned competitive you better believe they were gonna make it a competition. This normally wouldn't bother her either but her cousin being a sports and athletics addict who practically lived for gym class would not miss this opportunity to try and show her up. She sighed knowing she couldn't miss her first day of gym class. She'd have to get her cute outfit sweaty. As soon as she stepped foot in the gym she was almost knocked over by a powerful arm being thrown over her shoulder. She caught her footing and turned around and hugged her cousin "hey Aedion" he hugged back with a smile

"you look nice today"

"Of course I do I always look nice"

“Yeah but why are you wearing that in gym class?"

"Well I…"

"You forgot your clothes didn't you?"

"How'd you know?"

"I can't believe you forgot your clothes on the first day of school!"

"Whatever"

"Alright well get ready to run"

She sighed and nodded. Gym class preceded exactly like she thought it would. At first everything was going smooth until they lined up for push ups. Aelin looked to her left and saw Aedion looking at her.

"What are you at?"

"14 you?"

"20"

She scowled and started going faster. When the whistle blew she had done 58 and she felt her arms where about to fall off. She stood up and took her cousins towel ignoring his protests and wiping her face off. She threw it back at him hitting him square in the face. She smiled as she watched him yank it from his face but let her smile turn into a frown as she felt someone walk up behind her. She turned around to see a Male Towering over her. She crossed her arms at him

"can I help you Rowan?"

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Cause I want to"

she didn't understand why she was getting so much trouble for this? Has no one forgotten gym clothes before?

"You're only wearing half a shirt" Rowan said nodding at her crop top

“And that's way too tight of a shirt" she responded pointing to his skin tight tank top where his muscles showed through. "Guess it does draw attention away from your awful tattoos" she shrugged and spun on her heel. She could practically feel Rowan scowling behind her as she picked up her bag. The bell rang and Aedion ran up to her dressed in his regular sports jacket and jeans.

"What was that all about?"

"What was what all about?"

"Rowan"

"He was complimenting my outfit of course"

"Uh-huh" Aedion nodded not believing a word of it "well I gotta get going only one more class to go!" He ran off eager for the day to be over. Aelin sighed and looked at her schedule. She smiled her last class of the day was Theater Arts with Ms. Florine a teacher she knew quite well. With a grin on her face she hurried off to the theater. She burst in the doors and ran to hug Ms. Florine caught Aelin and spun her around. The two stood there in a warm embrace for quite a while before Ms. Florine patted Aelin on the back and told her to take a seat. She turned and saw a girl in black laced up half shirt, dark torn up jeans, buckle boots, a red leather jacket, and dark makeup slouching in a chair. She had seen this girl before but never really talked to her. Though she has definitely seen her around. She was kinda known around the school for being that bad girl kinda stereotype. All the Blackbeaks that passed through this school were like that so it was no surprise that she was no different. She decided it might be time to get to know her. She wasn't scared of her she could take her down if it came to that. Aelin sat down next to her

"Manon" she said

“Aelin'' the Blackbeak said and tilted her head towards her in greeting. there was a moment of silence before Aelin opened her mouth to say something but Manon wasn't looking at her. She was looking at the doorway where a man who Aelin knew well had just walked in. Based on the look on Manon's face she seemed to know the man as well. They both growled the same name...Lorcan. Lorcan sat down at the opposite side of the room and grinned at them "hello ladies' ' he purred. They both snarled which just made Lorcan grin more. Aelin shook her head and looked away back to Ms. Florine but Manon kept Lorcans gaze. Eventually Lorcan looked away and Manon won the first battle of the year. This normally wouldn't have caught Aelin's attention but she had never seen Lorcan look so nervous and it made her happy. Theater continued and she met a girl named Rena Goldsmith who had the most magnificent voice Aelin had ever heard in her life. She really hoped by the end of the year she could be friends with her and they could make music together. This thought is what ended the school day for her. She went to her locker to put away her school stuff and gather her stuff to go home. The school bell rang just as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. A few moments after the bell she saw a familiar figure rushing down the hall. She wondered how Aedion had gotten from the math department to the entry hall in 5 seconds but then again he really hated math. She hurried out as well and made her way to her car. She unlocked her car and got in throwing her purse in the back. She started the car and drove home

Authors note

Hello! I am the author of this fanfic its a pleasure to meet you. This is the first fanfic I've ever written so thats why its not the best but I'm trying so it might improve. Let's hope it does! I want to warn you that some chapters will be super long and some will be super short. Sorry if I update so rarely. Sometimes i just get bursts of inspiration then go months without touching a keyboard. If you guys like the story I will try to update more so please let me know. I also really want your guys input because this is as much for you as it is for me. Maybe even more for you. So if you want changes or have advice please send them my way. Also i have absolutely no editing skills so i have my own editor (thank her for her patience with me and her talent) but I'm a very impatient person so i may just update without editing. So look out for that.

So yeah that's the end of my little speech thing. You can probably expect these often. Have fun reading and have a good day!

#throne of glass #fanfiction #fandom #fangirl #fanfic #sarah j. maas #sarah j maas #aelin galythinius #rowan x aelin #aedion ashryver #lysandra #lorcan salvaterre

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fam-der-linde · 5 years

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Sorry if this has been done before but, how was everyone when they first joined the family? Like first few weeks and such. (:

Arthur:

Stayed in his room

Always grumpy about something??

A lot of reading/being read to

Constant nightmares

Crawled into Dutch and Hosea’s bed a lot

Writing/doodling in his new journal constantly

He always asked before getting food

Hosea and Dutch took him fishing for his first time

He enjoyed it and wanted to go out to do it again

Didn’t want to start school

Bill:

Sneaked out a lot

Dutch and Hosea get mad at him and demand to know where he is going

Psh, “nowhere”

Would take and store food in random locations to “save for later”

He and Arthur argued a lot at first before getting along

Took Arthur’s journal one time and started reading it while holding Arthur back as Arthur was trying to get it back/fight him

They didn’t talk for a long time after that and Bill actually felt bad about it

Eventually Bill started to skip school when Dutch and Hosea made him go back

Within his first week at school the school calls Hosea, saying that Bill never showed up once

The first month of living with his new family Bill was already grounded

Karen:

Still tried pulling scams with unsuspecting people

Hosea caught her, still giving her tips on how to improve on scamming people (since he did the same thing when he was younger)

Dutch took her clothes shopping and they were gone for hours

When they got home she made everyone sit in the living room as she displayed what new outfits they bought-Arthur: “Can we go now?”-Karen: “No. Now, which outfit should I wear for my first day of school?”-Arthur and Bill: Groans

She’s insistent that she goes to school sooner than Dutch and Hosea would like

Once she finishes her first week at school her phone is already filled up with phone numbers and texting constantly

Dutch says that if any boy hurts his little girl or breaks her heart that he would break his legs and his skull

Hosea tries to help her with her math homework but he gets frustrated because he doesn’t remember having to do this when he was in school

She tries to get to know Arthur, but he shuts himself out to almost everybody, so it was useless to try

She keeps everyone up at night with her phone constantly going off from phone calls/text messages

Tilly:

She cried. A lot.

Also prayed to God and her mother every morning and every night

Took her awhile to handle a room with Karen since she would talk on the phone for hours and snore at night

Always asked Dutch if there was anything she could do

Dutch told her to just relax and to enjoy herself

She tried desperately to find a hobby to enjoy

Then she saw a sewing machine ad on the TV

Hosea brought up her interest to Dutch, who bought it for her

She instantly made everyone little gifts with it

Karen took her shopping at the mall for hours while Dutch sat outside the shop waiting for them and was falling asleep waiting

Javier:

Had trouble communicating

He and Bill could never get along

Hosea always had to pull them apart when they got into fist fights

Hosea also helped him to improve reading

Scar across his neck that he was self conscious that everyone was looking or talking about it

Hated sharing a room with Bill, but liked sharing a room with Arthur

Arthur, Hosea, and Javier would all go out fishing together and it was Javier’s new favorite hobby

Of course, he’s also hooked on video games, but Arthur couldn’t understand how he could play it for hours and hours on end

School? Lame. He didn’t take school seriously for awhile until Hosea scared him into caring about it

Stayed up until 3am since he didn’t like to sleep because all he sees his good memories with him and his uncle

Lenny:

Heavily mourning over his father (who was killed in a drunk driving accident)

Didn’t want to talk to anyone but Hosea (since he was a family friend)

Eventually he opens up to Arthur

After that he never stops talking

Dutch is convinced that he’s not the same kid

It’s obvious that Hosea is his favorite dad

He’s excited to go back to school

Eventually he starts warming up to Dutch

They’re both bookworms and start discussing what books they were reading together

Not use to sharing a room since he was an only child- but now he knows he couldn’t ever sleep alone in a room again

Mary-Beth:

Was very quiet and didn’t want to draw attention to herself

Since food was something she never really had, she had a habit of checking the kitchen to make sure that there was enough food for everyone

Dutch always assured her that there would always be enough food, there would always be clothes, and there would always be a roof over their heads

She found that the internet was her getaway, making a whole life online that her new family wouldn’t understand

When she discovered cosplay she instantly went to Tilly, knowing that she made clothing

Once she got comfortable she was a chatterbox, especially with Arthur- asking about his day, telling him about her day, etc. and Arthur wasn’t used to the constant socialization

She writes in a diary every night before she goes to bed

The girls stuck closely together

Anime was quickly her new addiction

Dutch got her hooked on reading

John:

Literally was was always ready to fight/argue with any of his siblings/Dutch and Hosea

Once punched Bill in the gut for calling him “street rat”

Was always paranoid whenever Dutch and/or Hosea drove him anywhere

Pretty anxious and angry at everything

Dutch found that if they ‘took a walk’ he’d calm down

Javier was the one who introduced him to video games by allowing him to play Call of Duty on his Xbox 360

Call of Duty was his favorite game and that made Hosea worried that he was channeling his anger in the wrong place

He tried mimicking Arthur a lot

Bill would practice his WWE moves on him- slamming him down on the couch

Hosea spent weeks helping him learn to read and it frustrated John greatly since he wasn’t good at it

Sean:

Tried to keep his ADHD to himself as best as he could so he didn’t seem like a freak

Then Dutch took him aside, asking what was wrong- since he was acting differently than when he did when they first met

Sean confessed that he didn’t want to annoy his new siblings

He thought that for awhile until he saw how literally everyone was dedicated to pissing each other off

He and John shared a room and it consisted of:-Sean: “John? Do pigeons have feelings?”-John, after a pause: “Shut up, Sean.” but do they?

John showed him video games (by sneaking in to Javier’s room to play on his Xbox 360)

Minecraft was his new favorite thing

Hosea sat him down and talked to him about medicine for ADHD, Sean admitted that other families he lived with made him take meds for it and made him feel like a zombie- Hosea left the choice for him and would respect it

Seeing Arthur doing some sketches Sean wanted to take up drawing too- they’re stick figures but he still enjoyed it, and Dutch put them up on the fridge

As soon as Sean started warming up to everyone Dutch pulled Arthur aside, commenting that Sean reminded him of Arthur when he was about that age.

Charles:

Always started his chores early

Pretended to eat what was made so he wouldn’t be an inconvenience since he was a vegan

So he started making his own vegan meals

Super polite, but he was use to family enough to not put up with bullshit

Spent his spare time making crafts and taught his siblings how to make them as well

No matter how many times Sean and John tried to have him play video games he just couldn’t get into them

Tried to understand why Arthur was angry all the time but gave up when Arthur wasn’t going to budge

Always asked Dutch and Hosea if they needed help with anything

Never actually went to school before, so he had a hard time getting use to the swing of things

Quickly decides that history is his favorite subject

Micah:

He made a point to bully his siblings (especially the younger ones for no reason)

But always cried to Dutch when they decided to retaliate

Quickly realizes that he practically has Dutch wrapped around his finger

Forced to go to therapy because of what he’s been through

Hated it at first, now he can’t wait to see his therapist -”Holy shit, Jim, you will not believe what happened.”

Constantly has nightmares of his brother

At first, Lenny and Bill slept on the couches than shared a room with Micah- it hurt his feelings

Honestly never understood why nobody liked him

Was diganoised with bipolar disorder and was having trouble coping with it

He is/was pretty damn lazy

Sadie:

Was honestly a mess from the fire

She was either crying or yelling at Bill

Dutch was extremely patient with her

She would keep herself in her room all day long

It was hard for her to engage with the family at first

All she wanted to do was sleep

One day she went to the back yard to practice shooting

That’s when she taught Bill to shoot

They quickly became best friends

Almost overnight her personality changed from moping around to fitting right in with the family

Kieran:

He was extremely skittish/anxious

Everyone would playfully call him an O’Driscoll and he hated it

He had a bad habit of hoarding food

Always tried to get Dutch’s attention during inconvenient times- since he thought that Dutch didn’t like him

John and Sean taught him to play video games

He couldn’t ever stay asleep during the first few weeks

Hosea taught him to read

School was too hard for him

Turned out after a little effort he was a whiz at the English subject/spelling

Discovered that Youtube is a calm getaway

#Headcanons

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littleindigochildx · 4 years

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“I’ll race ya to the door!” Savanna said as she and Timmy got off the school bus. Thanksgiving break was on the horizon and all the kids at Palm Valley Elementary were amped up with anticipation. Five whole days with no homework to worry about and no waking up early. That was reason enough to celebrate.

“Savvy! No fair! Ya cheated!” Timmy groaned as he did his best to catch up to his little sister. The weight of his book bag slowed him down and Savanna made it to their front door before him. When he finally caught up, he noticed she had something in her hand. “What’s that?” The little boy questioned. His gaze fell to the package Savanna was holding. “Someone sent ya mail?” His brows arched and his eyes widened. “Who’s it from?” Timmy asked, but what he really wanted to know was why didn’t he get one? Savvy shrugged. There wasn’t a return address, in fact, there wasn’t an address at all, just her name written in perfect cursive. “Open it.” Timmy instructed. Savanna seemed apprehensive. “What if it’s a Christmas present?” She replied. Timmy had to admit, she had a good point. “It doesn’t got Christmas paper on it… I don’t think it’s a Christmas present.” The eight year old spoke. “Just open it.”

Savanna hesitated for another moment, but eventually gave in. Timmy had to be right. If it was a Christmas present, why didn’t Timmy have one too? Besides...Christmas wasn’t for another 6 weeks. Savvy ripped the brown packaging off and handed the trash to her brother for the time being. “Well...What is it?” He asked. “It’s a….” Savvy flipped the gift over to get a better look. “A notepad.” Timmy instantly lost interest. A notepad wasn’t exciting, even if it was left there mysteriously. “Just’a notepad?” He questioned with a sigh. “I thought it was gonna be a video game.” He pouted slightly. “There’s nothin’ excitin’ ‘bout’a notepad.” He handed her the garbage back and headed inside. The gift may not have been exciting to Timothy, but Savvy loved it! It was customized with her name and even though the pages were blank, they shimmered in the light. She couldn’t wait to fill it with drawings and doodles. “Savanna, please get started on your homework. Dinner will be ready shortly.” Victoria called from inside the house. Doodles would need to wait until after dinner.

Savvy tucked the notepad (and trash) into her school bag for safe keeping. She would have to figure out where they came from later, but for now it was time for homework. Savanna was relieved she didn’t have a lot. Some spelling and a couple of math questions. She’d be finished in half an hour, tops. “Savvy, aren’t ya gonna show mom the new…” Savanna cut her brother off before he could finish his sentence. “The picture I made in art class?” She gave Timmy a look. He was confused but played along. Clearly she didn’t want Vic to find out about the gift. If Victoria thought the notepad was a gift from David, she might take it away, so Savanna thought it was best to keep it a secret. “Look mommy. I made’a picture of us at Thanksgivin’ dinner.” Vic looked at the lovely drawing with a smile. Savanna drew everyone she loved sitting around a table sharing a big turkey dinner. “This is beautiful, Butterfly… but who’s this?” The brunette questioned. Savanna added someone Victoria had never seen before. A woman with very curly hair.

“That is Zelda.” Savanna replied simply. “She’s my friend, but only I can see her.” The seven year old explained further. Savanna was a very imaginative child, so the fact that she had an imaginary friend wasn’t out of the ordinary. “I see.” Victoria ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Well I hope Zelda can join us for Thanksgiving, baby.”

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The children had a half hour before Victoria would tell them it was time to get ready for bed. Timothy was using the free time to play his Nintendo Switch. Vic didn’t care much for electronic devices so she limited the amount of time her kids spent in front of their iPads, video games, and the television screen. “Wanna come play?” Timothy asked his little sister but Savvy politely declined. “I’m gonna draw.” She explained. Timothy had forgotten all about the notepad Savanna got that afternoon, but the seven year old sure didn’t. She had so many ideas for things she could draw she wasn’t sure where to begin.

Savanna pulled the gift out of her book bag and placed it on the desk so she could grab the rest of her art supplies. When she returned, something caught her attention. “This wasn’t here before…” She commented out loud. There was a heart after her name on the front of it. She was almost certain it wasn’t there earlier but she shrugged it off and opened to the first page.

With colored pencils in hand, Savvy began to draw a picture of a tea party. Attendees included, Teddy, (her beloved stuffed teddy bear) her new friend Zelda, and herself. Each of them were dressed in fancy attire. The plates in front of them were piled high with cakes and cookies galore. “I wish you were real.” Savanna said out loud as she stared at her completed masterpiece. “I wish ya could really have’a tea party with me, Zelda. It would be so much fun.” Victoria used to have tea parties with Savanna once a week, but lately she had been too busy. If work wasn’t calling her in to cover someone’s shift, she was out with Declan or meeting with her lawyer in regards to the custody battle and and David were in the middle of. The seven year old missed having someone she could talk to… She missed having someone she could share her day with. That was part of the reason she created Zelda. Even if the woman wasn’t real, Savvy like pretending she had someone there to listen to her problems.

“Savanna. It’s time to get ready for bed.” Victoria’s voice pulled the little girl from her thoughts and she quickly closed the notepad. “Mommy...When it’s Thanksgivin’ break do I still need’a go ta sleep this early?” The kids usually began their bedtime routines at eight. By eight thirty they were tucked in with the lights out. “We’ll see…” Victoria replied with a tired smile. “You know the drill. Brush your teeth, get into pajamas, and pick out a story. I’ll be in to read it to you once I make sure you’re brother’s off of his video game.” Timmy didn’t take nearly as long to get ready for bed as Savanna did, and he no longer requested bedtime stories, so getting him ready for bed was always easier.

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Victoria made sure Timmy was tucked in before she rejoined Savanna in her bedroom. “Did you pick out a story, Butterfly?” She asked. Savanna nodded. “I picked The Last Unicorn.” It was one of the seven year old’s favorite books, and even though she was fully capable of reading it on her own, she still liked when Victoria, David, or Declan read to her.

“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.” Victoria read. Every night they would curl up in Savvy’s bed and Vic would read another chapter. This was the third time reading the same book.

“Mommy…” The little brunette interrupted the story. “Do you believe in magic?” Her question caught Victoria off guard so it took her a moment to respond. “I do… Do you?” She smiled. Savanna. Her free spirit. Her dreamer. Her child with an extraordinary imagination. Of course she believed in magic. She believed all things were possible. Vic hoped she would always believe that. “Do ya believe wishes can really come true?” Savvy asked. Another brief pause from Victoria before she replied. “I do.” She wasn’t sure why Savanna was asking these questions. Maybe it had to do with Vic and David getting back together...Or Vic and Declan getting back together. “Do you have a wish that you want to come true?” Savanna nodded, but she didn’t give any more detail than that. She was afraid if she said it out loud it wouldn’t come true at all.

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Twenty minutes later, the chapter was over and Victoria closed the book and placed it on Savanna’s nightstand. “Time for you to get some rest.” Vic tucked her youngest in and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Butterfly. Sweet dreams.” Savvy’s fairy lights were plugged in to ward off anything that might be lurking in the night. “G’nite mommy. I love you.” The seven year old said through a yawn. She wrapped her arms around Teddy and rolled onto her side. It wasn’t long before sleep took hold of her.

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A soft glow came from the corner of Savanna’s bedroom, but it wasn’t from her fairy lights… This glow came from within the pages of her new sketchpad. Savvy didn’t know it, but her drawing was more than just a drawing and her new friend Zelda was more than just imaginary.

“Wha..” The seven year old rubbed her eyes as the glowing intensified. For a minute she wasn’t sure if she was awake or dreaming. The clock on her nightstand read 3:00am on the dot. Everyone else in the house was fast asleep. At least Savanna thought they were. But if that was true...Who was standing next to her bed? “Zel…” She didn’t finish before the woman’s face came into view. She was standing there clear as day. “Zelda? Is that you?” Her brow arched. Savanna should have been scared that a stranger was in her house, but she wasn’t scared at all. “But how… You’re not…” Words were escaping her. “Are you real?” The little brunette asked as she sat up with Teddy in her lap.

“How did ya get out’a my notebook?” Savanna questioned before she remembered the conversation she had with Victoria before she went to sleep. “Magic?” Her eyes widened. “My wish!” Surely it had to be that. Savanna made a wish before bed that Zelda would come to life, and here she was dressed in the exact same outfit Savvy drew her in. “Are ya here for our tea party?” She didn’t care that it was the middle of the night. If Zelda agreed to it, Savanna would gladly sacrifice her sleep to have a tea party with her.

“Zelda...If ya came here cause’a my wish...How long do ya get’a stay here for?” The little one stared up at the woman with a hopeful expression. “Forever?” Savvy really hoped it would be forever. “You can come ta Thanksgivin’ dinner. Mommy already said it was okay.” The seven year old grinned. She was still in disbelief that her drawing had come to life. “Are you the one who sent me the notepad?”

Stirring across the hall caught Savanna’s attention before she could press Zelda for more answers. “Quick! Ya got’a hide. I think my mommy is comin’.... In the closet. Go, go!” Savvy wasn’t trying to hide Zelda from her family, she just knew Victoria would freak if she saw a stranger in the middle of her daughter’s bedroom in the middle of the night.

“Butterfly, what are you doing up at this hour?” Vic flipped on the lights which made Savvy wince. “Just’a bad dream, mommy.” The little girl fibbed. “I’m okay.” She added. Victoria nodded. She was too tired to question the little one any further. “Back to bed then. You’ve got school in the morning.” She reminded the seven year old. “G’nite mama.” Savvy laid back down and rolled onto her side as Vic turned the lights off again. “Sweet dreams, my baby.” And with that, the door was closed again.

“Zelda? Are ya’ still here?” Savvy asked, this time she got out of bed. “Sorry for makin’ ya hide. I didn’t want mommy ta wake up Declan….That’s her….” Savanna hadn’t really thought about his title until now and she shrugged when she couldn’t come up with a way to explain how he and Vic knew each other. “He’s my big brother an’ big sister’s daddy. Me an’ Timmy got’a different daddy. We don’t get’a see him very much cause he lives in California.” The child explained. “But maybe you can meet him if he comes ta’ Thanksgivin’.” Savanna grinned. “You can stay here as long as ya want. We can borrow clothes from mommy an’ you can sleep here.” The little girl crouched down to pull the trundle bed out. The sheets were fresh, she just needed a pillow and blanket. “Do magic people sleep?” Savanna asked curiously. She had seen the first Twilight and knew (at least in that movie) vampires didn’t sleep, but she wasn’t sure if that meant all non-mortals didn’t sleep. Was Zelda not a mortal?

“I bet yer prolly really hungry… I can get ya some food from the kitchen. What do ya like?” Clearly she took after her mother. Victoria was such a gracious hostess. She always prepared the best meals, made the most creative c*cktails (alcoholic and virgin), and had the best snacks when company came over. “I can make ya the best peanut butter an’ jelly sandwich. I’m really good at makin’ um. Even better than Timmy. We just need’a be extra quiet because we don’t wanna wake anybody up. Kay?” The child smiled. “An’ Zelda…” Savanna paused to look at the woman again. “I’m really glad yer not ‘maginary anymore.”

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Another One Bites The Dust (AOBTD) ~ Chapter 23

Warning(s): Explicit Language. Fluff - Negan’s being a soft boy! Angst. Mentions of infertility. Slight violence? (You’ll see what I mean at the end.) Slight time jump, but it’s explained in the story.

Author’s Note(s):

Hey, y’all! Sorry for not posting a chapter update last week. I got a little tied up with my homework, since the semester ends in just a couple weeks.

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Previous Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two.

Chapter 23 ~ Before You Start Your Day

Over the next few weeks, we settle into a rhythm. The doc still wants me on bedrest, so Tim and Jeffrey are the ones that get up in the middle of the night if one of the kids cry, or need to be changed. When they need to be fed, one of their fathers bring ‘em over to me, and I feed ‘em, burp ‘em, and just lie with ‘em.

Most nights, I fall asleep before my husbands do, with both of my kids tucked in on either side of me. Angel comes in and sits with her siblings when she doesn’t have to go to class and before bed. She’s excited to have both Rosie and Sammy in the family.

I’ve heard stories of her running ‘round the Sanctuary, telling everyone ‘bout her baby brother and sister. Alyss stops by every day to check on me and the twins. We’ll play cards, board games, or do magic tricks. Whenever Negan gets back from a run, he’ll come back with my husbands to see the babies for a while before he and Alyss head to their room for the night.

Every morning before they head to do their stuff, Tim and Jeffrey both cuddle with me before checking on the kids and heading out. After about three weeks of bed rest, the doc finally clears me and gives me the all clear. This particular morning, I wake up before my husbands.

I smile as I wake up cuddling the front of Tim’s body, my face tucked into his chest, with Jeffrey’s arms wrapped somewhat tightly ‘round my waist from behind. We’ve gotten to where we sleep with me in the middle, Jeffrey on the left side of the bed, and Tim on the right side.

Some mornings I wake up facing Jeffrey with Tim behind me, other mornings are like today. The boys both say that sleeping like this makes it easier for ‘em to check on the kids. While that might be somewhat true, I know the real reason is ‘cause they both love having me in their arms as they sleep.

And, if I’m gonna be completely honest, sleeping like this makes me feel safe. I wiggle closer to Tim, which has Jeffrey grunting in his sleep and snuggling closer to me so that his chest’s still pressed to my back. I giggle before I kiss Tim’s chest, right above his heart.

He mumbles something in his sleep and his arms tighten ‘round me. I feel a scruffy kiss against my shoulder blade, and look over at Jeffrey. He’s got his eyes barely open, and a sleepy smirk playing on his lips.

“Mornin’, doll.” He murmurs.

I giggle. “Mornin’, honey.”

His smirk gets bigger. I roll over, still staying in the arms of both my husbands, and face Jeffrey. I wiggle forward and kiss his forehead. His eyes drift close and his smirk turns into a sleepy smile.

“Go back to sleep, babe.” I whisper.

“But I like your kisses.” He replies with a big yawn.

I giggle and kiss his cheek. I decide to place a few more gentle kisses across his face – on his other cheek, his chin, and the tip of his nose. He lets out a quiet, playful growl and another yawn.

“Get some sleep.” I tell him again.

He yawns and nods his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

Just as he’s ‘bout to doze off again, I hear him mumble something. I smile as I realize what it is.

“I love you to the moon and back, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, honey. More than you’ll ever know.” I reply, even though I know he’s already back asleep.

I wiggle out of the safe embrace of my husbands and climb outta bed. I get dressed in a pair of blue jeans, one of Jeffrey’s black t-shirts, and Tim’s dark blue flannel shirt. I walk over to the basinet that has my kids in it. I look down at ‘em and smile, my heart swelling with love.

They’re both awake, not making any noises, but rather, cuddling each other. They really are absolutely precious. I reach down and scoop Rosie up into my arms. Sammy’s bottom lip quivers, but he doesn’t make a sound. I lean down and kiss his forehead to soothe him.

He relaxes and I step away to change Rosie’s diaper. I know her name is Roselyn, but I love the nickname that Jeffrey gave her. Sammy got his nickname from Negan, and it just stuck. Once I have my little girl all cleaned up and in a new diaper and outfit, I set her back down in the basinet and pick Sammy up to repeat the process with him.

After I’ve got him situated, I write a quick note for my husbands to read when they wake up.

My loves, I’ll be downstairs with the babies when y’all wake up. I wanna get outta the room for a bit. I love y’all so very much.

I place it by Tim’s beside table so he can see it when he wakes up. I don’t want ‘em to worry when they wake up and don’t see the twins and I in the room. I pick Rosie up, and get my kids situated in my arms. I walk outta the bedroom, and head downstairs to the dining area.

I run into Simon on the third floor. He grins when he sees me.

“Leigh! It’s good to see you! How you feelin’?” He asks, falling into step with me.

“I’m feelin’ great. I’m glad I’m finally able to leave the room. Bein’ cooped up is not my strong suit.” I say.

He chuckles. “Well, it’s good to have you up and about. And to see the kiddos.”

I smile. “You sure do love ‘em, don’t you?”

“Yea. It’s good to have babies ‘round. Gives us hope and reminds us that there’s still good left in this fucked up world.”

“Simon! Language!” I tease. “There are little ears present.”

He laughs. “Sorry.”

I grin. “It’s ok. But, I get what you mean. Plus, they’re adorable!”

“Yea. They are.”

Simon and I joke around as we make our way down the rest of the stairs and into the dining area. He stands beside me as we wait in line to get some food. Suddenly, everyone in the room drops to their knees. Myself included, which is kind of a difficult task, considering my body is still a little sore, and I’ve got two infants in my arms.

I hear the heavy footfall of boots as they walk closer to Simon and I.

“Shit, Half Pint. Stand up.” I hear Negan say.

I struggle to stand up, and I feel two strong hands help me up. I look up at Negan.

“You don’t have to kneel ‘round me, Half Pint. You know this.” He says, softly.

“Everyone else does.” I say.

“You’re not everyone else.”

Sammy decides to let out a wail, drawing Negan’s attention to him. I try to soothe my son, but it’s to no avail. My brother-in-law smiles as he looks down at his nephew. He looks up at me.

“Besides, you’ve got the kids with you.” He says. “You don’t kneel ‘round me. Period. ‘Specially when you’ve got these two little munchkins.”

“Ok, Negan.” I reply.

“Can I hold him?” He gestures to Sammy.

I nod. Negan happily scoops his nephew up in his arms, and cradles him. Sammy quiets down immediately as he nuzzles against the leather of his uncle’s jacket. Negan lets out a chuckle.

“Boss.” Simon says from beside me.

He’s still kneeling, and so is everyone else in the room.

“Shit.” Negan says before bellowing, “As you were!”

Everyone stands up again and the bustle of the kitchen gets back to what it was before Negan walked in. Negan stays beside Simon and I in line. The person in front of me in line turns to look back at the big boss man.

“Sir. You can go ahead of me. If you’d like.” The young man says with a shaky voice.

Negan chuckles. “I know, but I don’t want to.”

The young man’s brow furrows. “Sir?”

“I don’t want to move up in line this mornin’. I’ve got a cute little man in my arms. I want to spend some time with him, so I’m gonna wait.”

The young man smiles. “Yes, sir.”

He turns around. I look up at Negan, grinning and shaking my head. He looks at me, an amused expression on his face.

“What?” He asks, grinning.

I shake my head. “Nothing. You just love your nephew.”

“Damn fuckin’ straight I fuckin’ do!”

“Negan! Language!”

“Shit!”

“Negan!”

He laughs, but looks regretful. “Sorry, Half Pint.”

“Mmhhmm. You’re not really sorry, are you?”

He shrugs. “Kind of? I know you don’t want us cussing ‘round the youngins, and I’ll respect your wishes, but eventually, they’re gonna hear me cuss.”

I laugh. “You’re right. I still accept your apology.”

He grins. “Thanks.”

I smile, shaking my head. He drops his head to look at Sammy. I look down at Rosie and notice that she’s just looking up at me. I see Negan jump slightly as he stands beside me. I look and notice that Alyss has come up behind him and wrapped her arms ‘round him.

She rests her head against his back.

“Hey, pretty boy.” She says to him.

The smile on his face gets bigger. “Hi, sweetheart.”

She moves to stand in front of him. She smiles as soon as she sees me with Rosie in my arms. She gives me a light hug.

“Hey, kiddo.” She says.

“Hey, bud.” I reply. “Hey. Can you do me a favor?”

She nods. “Of course.”

“Will you hold Rosie for a just a sec?”

Alyss grins and happily takes my daughter. We move up in line. I stretch my arms out, and fix Tim’s flannel. I reach for my daughter, and Alyss pouts, but hands her over. I chuckle. Within a few minutes, we reach the food, and wait for our trays.

I watch as Negan grabs a tray with one hand and keeps Sammy tucked against his chest with his other hand. I go to grab a tray, but Alyss snags it for me before I can.

“I got you, kid. You just hold onto Rosie.” She says.

I smile. “Thanks, bud.”

She grins and nods as she grabs a tray for herself. Once Simon has a tray, we all go sit at the table in the back corner of the dining area. Negan likes to sit back here so he can keep an eye on things while he eats. Alyss sits beside him, and Simon sits beside me across from my best friend and brother-in-law.

Negan cradles Sammy with his left arm as he eats with his right hand. He makes it seem like it’s a natural thing for him to do. I struggle a bit at first, but quickly get the hang of eating with one hand and holding my daughter with the other. Alyss finishes eating before I do, and reaches for Rosie.

Negan glances down at his wife as she cradles my daughter, with a cute, dimpled smile on his face. He lifts his gaze and glances at me. I give him a smile in return. I can tell he’s happy. This is as close to having kids as he’s gonna get. I dunno if Alyss has told him, but she can’t have kids.

I know Negan wants kids of his own, ‘specially after he was gonna once be a father. Since I know what I know ‘bout the two of ‘em, I don’t have an issue letting ‘em get close to my kids. ‘Sides, they’re family. Negan looks above my shoulder and his grin widens.

I jump when I feel two different hands on my shoulders. My first reaction is to bring the fork in my left hand up and go to stab the hand on my right shoulder. Simon stops me before the fork can connect with flesh. I glare at him, but he shakes his head.

“It’s ok, Leigh.” He says.

“Were you ‘bout to stab me, doll?”

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