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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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Black Umbrellas

Josh Lyman x Reader

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Part One

Summary: The funeral arrives and everything seems to fall apart. Josh tries to keep his temper in check with Celia, but soon the reason behind their ongoing feud is revealed.

Notes: Josh is definitely one of my favorite fictional characters and it seems like more of you are liking his imagines. As always, comments are always welcome!- Side note: I know that it’s been forever since I posted part one to this, and I’m very sorry. I hope to be writing for more West Wing, including more characters.

It was just like he would have wanted. The morning was bright and sunny and began with laughter. Josh was standing in the kitchen with your mother and something he had said made her laugh, making the rest of you feel a little lighter on a day that would leave a great deal of weight on your hearts. It’s how your dad would have wanted his funeral to start. Not with sorrow, but with the sense of being together.

Your mother made blueberry pancakes for breakfast using your dad’s famous recipe and the three of you had coffee on the porch. Celia and Thomas were still asleep, so there was no danger of an argument breaking out for now.

“It’s a beautiful day.” Marissa hummed, taking a sip of her coffee. Josh nodded in agreement, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, drinking in the morning sun as it rose over the trees.

“How are you feeling?” He whispered as you rested your head on his shoulder. You shrugged.

“Best that I can be, I guess.” He nodded in understanding and sweetly kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll be here the whole time.” You placed a hand on his leg, drawing circles on the denim. You loved it when he wore jeans. It made him feel like he was yours for the day and not rushing off to assist in a national crisis. But even now, he was still the Deputy Chief of Staff.

You probably noticed his pager buzzing before he did. He looked at you mournfully, his tone apologetic. “I’ve got a call from Leo.”

You gave him a small smile and a node. “You better take it.”

He moved out onto the lawn for some privacy and your mother gave your hand a gentle pat.

“You picked a good one.” She smiled. You both watched as he ran a hand down his face, his expression morphing from saddened to angered to calm in a matter of seconds.

“Is he seriously working right now?” Your sister’s shrill criticizing voice emerged from inside the house.

“He’s the Deputy Chief of Staff for the President,” You scoffed, “the world didn’t stop just because he’s here.”

“Sorry, I forgot. Not all of us are lowly small town journalists like me and dad.”

“Are you serious, right now?”

“No, you’re right, I’m sure it’s a matter of national security.” She spat and you stood up from the swing.

“It very well could be!” You shouted. You wanted to slap her. Who was she to criticize Josh?

“Girls!” Your mother finally interjected. You both turned your heads towards her and you immediately felt guilty, seeing the tears welling up in her eyes. “Don’t do this today. Please.”

“Sorry mom.” You both said, hanging your heads. While you could feel everything start to burn up in your chest, you pushed it down. You had to be strong today. Luckily, your own pager went off before any more arguing could occur.

“Hey Sam.” You sighed in greeting, grateful for a distraction.

“Hey, how are you doing?” His voice was sympathetic and sweet. Typical Sam.

“Okay, all things considered.” You laughed lightly, hoping to keep the conversation from getting too emotional. “How are things there?”

“Crazy as usual.” He chuckled. “I just wanted to call and check in.” There was something in his tone that told you there was more.

“Sam… something is wrong with the speech, isn’t there?”

“Well,” He blew out a breath, “Since you pushed it back, we’re speaking after Congress is handing us our asses which means that Toby needed to make some changes so we don’t sound like-”

“Kids trying to start a fight on the playground?” You finished. Josh had said the same thing.

“Yeah…”

You thought for a moment, but couldn’t focus on any one thing. “Just make sure that he sounds like we’re still coming out on top.” It was the only thing you could do.

“We’ll try.” He paused, but you already knew what he was going to say. “And Y/N-”

“I know.” You smiled slightly to yourself. “Thanks Sam.”

You strolled along the wrap-around porch, hoping to avoid Celia for at least a few more minutes, telling yourself it was the stress of the day. She would cool off eventually.

“I hope everything is doing okay.” Your mother’s comforting tone helped to calm you down. You shrugged.

“As okay as it ever is.” She nodded with understanding. She knew how messy the political world was. It didn’t stop because someone died.

Josh came back, the stress clear on his face. When he locked eyes with you, he tried to brighten up, but you could tell that there was something weighing down on his shoulders. You implored him with a look, but he shrugged it off.

“The usual.” He whispered, draping his arm around you again. “Don’t worry about it.” He turned to your mother with a sad smile. “Leo McGarry and The President send their deepest sympathies.”

“I appreciate that.” She nodded and looked out over the orchards. How was she so strong through all of this? You felt ready to fall apart at the seams, but your mother was the picture of grace. She always did everything for everyone else and now she wasn’t giving herself the chance to grieve.

Celia had gone inside to make calls to the funeral home and Thomas was in town picking up groceries. He wanted there to be one less thing for all of you to worry about.

With a few hours until the funeral, all you wanted was to make it through the day without any more arguments. Josh had a few more calls with Leo and did his best to hide it from your judgmental sister but there was still that tension between them. You took a few sympathy calls from Donna and C.J.- both of whom were very kind in expressing their regrets in not being able to make it to the funeral.

It was about noon when the President called. Your mother must have spent an hour talking to him in her office before she came back into the living room, passing off the phone to you.

“Good afternoon, Mr. President.” You started, forcing yourself to keep it together.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch you the other day before you and Josh left.” He sighed. “I wanted to give my condolences in person.”

“My family and I appreciate it nonetheless, sir.”

“I am truly sorry for your loss, Y/N.” His fatherly tone made you want to cry. Truthfully, you’d always seen President Bartlet as your work-father more than your boss. “Bill was a good man and a good friend.”

“He would have been honored to hear you say that, sir.” There was a long moment of silence between the two of you as you both let those words sink in before he concluded.

“He was always very proud of you, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

Your breathing hitched as you held back a cry. “Thank you, Mr. President.” As you hung up, you tried to keep the tears from falling. Your quiet moment to yourself was interrupted by the sounds of whispers growing into shouts on the front porch. Celia and Josh.

As you approached, their words became more and more clear.

“When are you going to stop treating her like a child?”

“I’m sorry, but I figured I would let her go on thinking that her sister is a crazy lunatic!”

“Keep your voice down! She’ll hear you.”

“Let her hear, Celia.” Josh’s voice became a growl. “Let her hear that after all these years, you’ve just been jealous of everything that she’s been able to accomplish and you couldn’t.”

“I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation.” Celia scoffed. You opened the door a crack and watched her step closer to him. “I’m not jealous, Josh. I’m right. Y/N has had everything handed to her since the day she was born. She doesn’t deserve her job.. And she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Josh ran a hand down his face and turned away, but she was persistent.

“We met first, Josh. We started seeing each other and then you fell for her little charms just like everybody else.”

“You two were seeing each other?” You gasped, finally stepping out from behind the door. Josh let out a frustrated groan.

“No, honey, we weren’t-”

“Is that why you two are at each other’s throats all the time? Because you were together?”

“We were never together!” He exclaimed. He reached to put his hands on your shoulders, but you stepped away, staring down your older sister.

“You really think I don’t deserve my job… my husband… my life?”

She said nothing. Her mouth formed a thin line as she gave you a silent, hard stare. You wanted to slap her. You wanted to scream. Instead, the sky let out a low, tumbling growl of thunder that served as the final straw. You looked up at the darkened clouds as the first raindrop landed on your cheek.

“No no no no no. This isn’t what he would have wanted.” You cried, holding out a hand as more water fell. “It’s supposed to be sunny and beautiful and… and…”

“Y/N,” Josh started, but you didn’t hear him.

“I can’t deal with this right now.” Was all you said as you took off down the steps and towards the road. You didn’t know what to think, but the rain hitting your skin was enough to fuel your fury to hide your sadness.

“Where is she going?” Marissa asked, feeling the tension in every thunder roll. Josh slammed his hand against the porch railing.

“I don’t know. But I’ll take care of it.” He gave Celia a glare that could halt an army before running after you.

You ended up in an old tool shed somewhere in the orchard, your cries drowned out by the rain pounding against the wooden walls. Your clothes were soaked but you didn’t care. There was just an hour until the funeral and the storm didn’t show any sign of stopping. This was all wrong.

Your dad was the only one who could have fixed this mess. Whenever either you or your husband fought with Celia, he was the one that could settle everyone down and make you all laugh until your sides hurt. What if you never laughed like that again?

The rain turned into a soft- but consistent- drizzle and you were sure you heard the sound of a car approaching the shed. You heard your husband calling your name before you even opened the door.

“How did you know I’d be here?”

He gave you a long, sad look. “When you ran off, your mother said it’d be best if I took a car so we’d have someplace warm to sit and talk. She said you’d probably come here.” He opened the passenger door of his car and just waited.

Instead of running into the warm heat of the car, you ran into his arms. While you felt like you had no more tears to shed, your body just shook with silent sobs. After a while, he picked you up and put you in the car, quickly going over the driverseat so he could take you in his embrace again.

“I feel so stupid.” You sniffed. “We’re supposed to be mourning dad and I’m running off like a child.”

“Don’t beat yourself up.” He muttered into your hair. “Grief does something to our heads… everyone has to deal with it.” He pulled away to look at you. “I shouldn’t have argued with Celia.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, I’m glad I know what she really thinks of me. Of us.”

He pushed a hair behind your ear and gave you a small smile. “You have to know that I would never hide something like that from you unless I thought it didn’t matter. Celia and I got drinks one time before I met you and now she likes to hold it over my head.” He sighed. “And don’t beat yourself up about what she said. You’re one of the hardest working, badass women that I know. You deserve everything that you’ve built.”

He kissed your forehead and you fell into silence again. Without any words, he knew that you believed him about Celia and that the whole thing was blown out of proportions by your sister’s need for attention. He just hoped that you and Celia could start over. As much as he despised her most of the time, he knew what it was like to lose a sister.

“Why don’t we head back to the house and try and dry off before the funeral?” He suggested softly. You just nodded, laying your head on his shoulder as he drove back to your childhood home.

It wasn’t the sunny day that you wanted it to be. Everyone stood with black umbrellas and somber faces and you did your best to keep it together. Josh held your hand the whole way through, his support not faltering for a single second. You knew this couldn’t be easy for him either and yet he was your rock through all of it.

The clouds blocked the sun for the rest of the day but you told yourself that it was okay. They were the cloud-kingdoms your father always talked about. The ones he wrote in those little books tucked away in the house. And you took comfort in the fact that you knew, now, that he was up there with them.

#josh lyman x reader #josh lyman #the west wing #west wing imagines #jed bartlet #bradley whitford #this is kinda a mess #oh well #joshua lemon lyman #angsty #sam seaborn

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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The Auction

Nico is running an auction to see who might buy some animatronics. Sure enough, tons of people come! Especially parents with kids!

For everyone featured in the fanfic!

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“Patton: The fatherly animatronic. He can make ice cream, he can run with the kids! He’s been programmed to hug and develop friendships with all children. He can teach good life lessons! And he can even make balloon creatures for them.” Nico explained.

“And...Roman?” The person asked.

“Aah, yes. Roman is a fighter. He’s a stage actor with a love for being the hero! And his sketchy brother, with the iron mace. They are not sold separately.” Nico told them.

“Interesting...How much is Patton on for?” The person asked.

“$5000.” He replied.

“Hm...Not bad.” The person looked at Patton curiously and smiled. “Does he have any flaws?” The man asked.

“There have been instances of following the kids home till he shuts down...And there have been moments when he hugs too hard. But other than that, he’s in really good shape.” Nico told him.

The guy smiled and placed a hand onto Patton’s cheek. Suddenly, Patton closed his eyes. “Awww…”

The man gasped and pulled his hand away. “Oh god he’s on?!”

Nico giggled. “He is on, sir.”

Patton looked at the guy and smiled. “I’m Patton! You can call me Pat if you want.” Patton explained.

“Yes. He also goes by Pat if that’s easier. He’ll even scan mispronounciations of his name and react to those as well.” Nico explained. “An example of this is ‘Pabbin.”

“Yes?” Patton turned his head to Nico.

“See?” Nico smiled, patting his shoulder. “He’s a good one.”

Patton giggled and hugged Nico eagerly.

Patton let Nico go and looked at the other person there. “And what’s your name?” Patton asked the person.

“I’m Violet.” They introduced.

“Ooooh! Like purple!” Patton declared, clapping his hands and jumping up and down.

“Yeah, like purple. I like green too.” Violet told him.

Patton gasped and turned to Remus. “Ooooh REEEMUUUUS!”

Violet widened their eyes. No way…

“Violet likes green!” Patton declared.

Remus looked down at his own clothes and fist pumped the air. “YESSSS!”

Violet giggled at this reaction.

“Wise competition for the GREEEEEN!” Remus said, running up to the two of them with his mace in hand.

“Is this real?” Violet asked Remus.

Remus ripped it from her hands. “Yes! And no touchy!” Remus ordered.

“Remus, be nice! Or else you’re not gonna get sold.” Nico ordered.

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t wanna be sold to a stranger?” Remus asked.

Patton walked around the auction, looking around for the kids. Suddenly, one of the kids ran up to the animatronic!

“Awww! Hello little girl! And what’s your name?” Patton asked.

“Ashy!” She replied.

“Ashy, huh? Like Ashy, dashy flashy?” Patton teased.

Ashy giggled into her hand.

“My name is Patton!” The animatronic told her. “Say, are you ticklish by any chance?” Patton asked.

“Noooo!” She giggled.

“Noooo? Are you sure about that?” Patton teased before poking her sides and belly.

Ashy giggled and laughed as she backed up little by little. “Nohohohoho! Pahahahahat!” Ashy told him.

“Oh, alright.” Patton stopped tickling her and started to stand up. But Patton froze in place the moment someone hugged his leg. Looking down, Patton realized it was Ashy trying to tell him something. “Ihihi didn’t want you to stop…” She admitted.

“Patton smiled widely and picked up the little girl. “Well if that’s the case:” Patton started throwing her up into the air and catching her. After the third catch, Patton started tickling her sides, and ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!”

Ashy was laughing, snorting and giggling all over the place as she sat in his arms.

Nico was about to intervene, when someone stopped him. “It’s alright. She really likes it.” She told him.

Nico let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness…

Patton soon stopped tickling her and hugged her tightly before giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Yay! Mommy, mommy, can we keep him?” Ashy asked as she was put down.

“Maybe, sweetheart…He’s kinda expensive.” The mom admitted.

“I don’t know hunny…$5000 for an animatronic big forever babysitter is not bad.” her father admitted. “My headphones were crappy and were sold for $300.” He explained.

Patton looked around the auction room at all the tables and posters everywhere. It was so decorated and pretty!

A guy walked up to the broken yellow and grey animatronic. “What does this do?” The person asked.

“Ah, that’s Janus: a...dangerous animatronic, to be honest. He was scrapped after he allowed kids to use knives and matches.” The doctor told him.

“Cooool…” He reacted, grabbing the animatronic. “I like it! How much?”

2500. He’s not nearly as expensive because he’s fairly broken. But if you wanna use him for spare parts-”

“I’m not using him for spare anything.” Alex grabbed his own hat and replaced the wrecked black hat on the animatronic’s head. “I’m gonna fix him up.” Alex told him with a smirk.

Nico walked away before he could get caught up in Alex’s questionable shenanigans.

Roman growled and pushed a person’s hand away.

“This animatronic is threatening…” The person said.

“Yeah...No touching me.” Roman ordered. “Only Nico can touch.”

“Now now, Roman...that’s not how you get buyers.” Nico told him.

“Why don’t you wanna keep us?” Roman asked. “Are we not good enough for you? Or, perhaps too much for you?” Roman asked.

“We’re giving you to actual owners who will wanna keep you for other jobs. See it as adoption.” Nico told him.

“Except I’m being sold for $4000. Why is Patton more expensive than me?”

“Because you’re a little more dangerous than Patton is. And because everyone has been flocking to Patton.” Nico explained.

Roman huffed and looked down.

“I like this one. He’s sassy.” the same person admitted from earlier.

“I do too.” Another person admitted.

“Can I have your names please?” Nico asked.

“Shannon.” The first person said.

“Sayge.” The other person said.

“Alright. I’m putting your names into the hat.” Nico told them, placing two names in.

“Alright.” Shannon told him.

“What does this one do?” Sayge asked.

“He’s a fighter. But he likes other things like costumes. He’s a theatre animatronic.” Nico explained.

“Are they meant to have personalities?”’ Shannon asked.

“Well…”

“Excuse me?!” Roman reacted.

“YES...He was.” Nico replied. “We are quite surprised at how strongly the personalities effect the animatronics, however.” Nico added.

“I see…” Shannon responded.

“Do you have spare swords?” Sayge asked.

“Yes we do.” Nico got Sayge a sword. “What for?”

Sayge ran up to Roman and started dueling with him. “EN GARDE, ROMAN!”

“EN GARDE!” Roman yelled back, perrying the sword.

Shannon giggled at this while Nico sighed in slight annoyance. Of all the things to start during the auction…

Soon, people started flocking up to the human and the animatronic, and started watching with curiosity and excitement. It didn’t take long before people split themselves into separate cheerers. Some of them cheered for Roman, others cheered for ‘Roman’s Foe’.

Roman smiled and winked at Nico before spinning the other sword out of Sayge’s hand. Sayge jumped and put his hands up as Roman pointed his sword to him. “Give up, mortal.”

Sayge, feeling there was no other way out, grabbed onto the sword and pulled it out of his hand. Funnily enough, the sword slid right out of Roman’s grip! It was like he had no grip at all! “How about now?”

Roman widened his eyes and put his hands up. “Okay okay, I give up! I give up! Mercy, oh powerful one! Mercy!” Roman begged.

“Alright.” Sayge smiled and started to bow as cheers filled the room.

Shannon widened her eyes. “Saaaay...this gives me some ideas:” Shannon turned to Nico. “I am a costume designer, and I would like to use Roman as my costume dummy.”

Roman turned to her with his jaw dropped. “DUMMY?! WHO ARE yU CALLING DUMMY?!”

Shannon jumped and put her hands up. “I mean tester! My costume wearer! Or mannequin!” Shannon explained.

“Oh...Continue.” Roman told her.

“Okay…” Shannon hummed and looked back to Nico and Roman. “I would like to take Roman to be my mannequin for my business.” She explained. “Now, is Roman able to be gender neutral in any way?” Shannon asked.

“You can say that, yes. I can give him a more round chin and a different shaped nose, if you prefer.” Nico offered.

“Cause I would like to put dresses onto Roman as well.” Shannon explained.

“DRESSES?!” Roman gasped and clapped his hands. “HECK YES YOU CAN PUT A DRESS ON MY GORGEOUS BODY!” Roman made a sexy pose.

Shannon giggled. “Good! I’ll happily adopt Roman then.” Shannon told Nico.

“Wonderful!”

“HA! I got adopted before Patton!” Roman declared, as if being bought was a challenge. “Take that!”

Shannon handed over the money and started to explain to Roman all that she had planned for the next coming weeks for costumes and acting roles.

Meanwhile, a guy was looking at Logan and quizzing him. “How tall am I?” Andrew asked.

Logan looked at Andrew, looked him up and down and smiled. “You are 164 centimeters, or 5ft 4 inches.” Logan replied.

“Wow! And what is 150 x 38?” Andrew asked.

Logan smiled and turned his head a bit. “5700.”

Andrew grabbed out his calculator, and checked the answer. Sure enough, he was right. “That’s amazing!”

“Logan was a creation made to counteract the manipulative Janus. He knows plenty of facts, can educate many, and has never told a lie.” Nico told Andrew.

“Would you ever consider making Logan a teacher?” Andrew asked.

Nico widened his eyes. “I never thought of that!”

Logan turned to Andrew. “Can you make me a teacher?” Logan asked, sounding unusually eager.

“I can...It’ll take some steps, but it’s worth the try.” Andrew replied. “I think you would make a great teacher. Or a great professor!” Andrew told him.

Logan smiled at the thought.

Andrew soon walked over to the guy working in the back, listening to headphones. “Hey.” Andrew greeted.

The guy removed his earbuds. “Hi, how can I help you?” Virgil asked.

“Oh nothing. Nothing. What are you listening to?” Andrew asked.

“Wanna listen?” he asked.

“Sure!” Andrew replied.

Virgil and Andrew would be seen listening to music through the rest of the auction together. They would even wind up exchanging phone numbers so they could stay connected with each other! Talk about a match made in emo heaven!

Meanwhile, Patton was showing off his hairstyling skills to a lady with long, wavy hair. “And that’s how you do a big bow out of your hair!” Patton told them, showing her the hair-made bow with a mirror.

The girl smiled proudly and showed it off. “You did amazing!” The girl told him.

“Thank you Mela!” Patton replied. “Thanks for being my hair mannequin!” Patton told her.

“No problem!” Mela replied.

Suddenly, an army of kids came sprinting to Patton, knocking him over. “PAAAATTOOOON!” They shouted!

“Ohohoho myhyhyhy gohohoodnehehess! WOHOHOW!” Patton reacted.

“Really, Fizzy?” Mela asked, referring to one of the kids.

“YES!” Fizz replied. “Is Patton ticklish?” Fizz quickly asked as they clicked a few buttons.

Patton giggled and squirmed a bit, but widened his eyes as he felt his sensitivity increasing more and more! What in the world-

“Hey! Get off him! Be careful what you’re clicking!” Nico ordered.

“There’s arrows for sensitivity! Uuuup-” The kid kept clicking the up arrow, throwing Patton into laughter and hysterics. At first it felt like nothing. But now it felt like every hair and material on the kids’ skins and clothes were tickling every inch of his body! Patton quickly fell into hysterics.

“Aaaaaand doooowwwn!” The kid said, clicking the arrow button only a couple times. “But we all want Patty’s sensitivity UUUP!” They said happily.

Patton laughed and giggled hysterically as he was tickled and doggy piled by kids. “GUHUHUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Patton begged.

“Off off off off off.” Nico ordered. “I will not have Patton get broken by a bunch of evil kids.”

“EEEVIL?!” Fizz smirked and casually walked away. As Nico started walking away, Fizz grabbed his foot and pulled, making Nico faceplant the ground! Nico squealed and yelled loudly for the kid to let go while Fizz whistled innocently and tickled his foot.

“AAAEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE! KIHIHIHID WAHAHAHAHAIT!”

“Yeah! Cheer up old man!” Fizz teased.

“Tickle Patton!” a kid declared.

“Lee Patton!” Ashlee declared, having joined the group.

“Senit ivee’tee!” a toddler said.

Patton and Nico both bursted out laughing as kids started piling on the robot and the human, and started tickling, tickling, tickling! It was probably really embarrassing for Nico’s case. But for Patton, this was all part of the job. Kids just loved being silly and playful! And he was created perfectly for the kiddies!

Roman got a recording of the whole thing, and sent it to Virgil through text.

[How much you wanna bet Patton’s gonna be sold?]

Virgil looked down at his phone and chuckled while he texted back:

[I bet $10 bucks one of the kids parents buys them.]

...Sure enough, a daycare lady ended up purchasing Patton as a fellow worker at a local daycare! With a little bit of fixing, Patton was gonna be the greatest entertainer!

Sorry Ro!

#sanders sides & fnaf crossover #robot patton #robot logan #robot roman #robot janus #robot remus #roman and remus are twins

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six: Little Damerons

Series Masterlist

Plot: Poe and Y/n take a trip for Poe’s birthday.

Warnings: extreme fluff, so much fluff, chocolate dipped cotton candy with sprinkles kind of fluff

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Life has been kicking my ass these past few weeks so writing has been on the back burner. It’s still insane but I found time to finish this one. It felt like the series deserved a nice piece of fluff consider it’s so intense 😂 Please forgive any typos, I’m lazy and tired and my brain is basically mush right now...

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The first sound I heard upon waking up made me smile before I’d even opened my eyes. Bee’s beeps and squeals were moving around the room at a frantic pace.

“Thank you, Bee,” I groaned, “I got it from here.”  As it was every morning, Poe’s arms were locked tightly around my waist. It was of great difficulty turning myself around so I could face him. He hadn’t moved a muscle through Bee’s wake-up call and didn’t show any sign of changing that. I rolled over onto his torso and finally got a groggy moan out of him.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” I greeted him in a singsong tone, propping my chin up on his chest.

Poe rubbed a hand over his face and opened his bleary eyes, focusing them on me. “What if the birthday boy wanted to sleep?”

“As willing as I am to grant any and all wishes today, that one is a no-go,” I replied sweetly, tapping him on the nose lightly, “We’ve gotta haul ass if we’re going to make the most of a rare day off.”

I began to roll towards the edge of the bed but was apprehended. Poe pulled me back into his arms and maneuvered me to straddle him in one smooth motion. His hands found their way up his shirt I was wearing and rubbed circles into my back, sending a shiver through my body.  “I’ve actually got other plans for our asses at the moment,” he said, his gruff morning voice and suggestively raised brow making it nearly impossible to deny him, “Ten minutes tops.”

“You and I both know neither of us does ‘ten minutes tops’, Dameron,” I said, trying my best to ignore his hands wandering south and failing as a soft moan escaped me. “But I did say I was granting wishes today.”  Poe lazily smiled up at me as I slid my hands up his smooth chest and lowered my lips to his. He took me by surprise and flipped me over so I was trapped underneath him, the two us laughing into the kisses that followed…

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A significant amount of time more than ten minutes later, Poe and I were far from Ajan Kloss in the cockpit of his new X-Wing. Ever since we’d planned where to spend his birthday, I’d been dreading the destination we were fast approaching. But there was no chance of me ruining the day with ghosts from the past.

“Coming out of hyperspace,” Poe reported as he performed the action, bringing us face to face with the planet. A shiver of panic ran through me as my blood ran cold. The blue waters only reminded me of blue blades clashing in a fit of desperation and rage. “You sure you’re okay with this?”  “Yeah,” I said firmly, trying to feel as confidant as I sounded, “I’ll be fine, there’s no way I’d miss this.”  Poe hummed in disbelief but kept us on course, steering us towards a greener portion of the menacing planet. I tried to center myself, I wanted to be fully in the moment for the day. It was too important to Poe and I’d been looking forward to it ever since we’d started dating. Anxiety ran through me again as we flew above the greenery, memories of wandering aimlessly above trees flooding my mind. As we got closer to our destination though, my stress began to lessen as the excitement set in.

Eventually, we were landing in a large clearing of land near a small house. I was the first to pop out of the cockpit and make it down the ladder with Poe following close behind. Our feet had barely touched the ground before a figure emerged out the front door of the house and made a gentle sprint towards us. Poe left my side to jog over to meet him, the two of them embracing upon collision and laughing joyfully. I watched from a distance, beaming as I watched the reunion between father and son.

Poe kept an arm on Kes as he gestured for me to come join them, “Dad, this is Y/n.”  Kes Dameron was, I had a feeling, the spitting image of Poe in thirty years. They could have passed for brothers with a significant age difference. As soon as I made it over, I was pulled into a warm hug. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to finally meet you, Y/n,” he said over my shoulder, “I’ve heard so much about you.”  “You as well,” I returned as we pulled back to get a look at each other, “Poe’s told me such wonderful things about you.”  “However many times he’s brought me up, I can promise you,” Kes said, his eyes flicking to his son briefly, “It’s nothing close to the number of times I’ve heard about the captivating Y/n Solo.”  I smirked and turned around to face a very pink cheeked Poe, “Captivating, huh?”  He stammered, “I mean, I may have used it once…”

Kes’ chest rumbled with laughter as he patted my back, “Come inside and I promise to embarrass him some more.”

He pulled me under one arm and his son under the other and we made our way into the Dameron homestead. It seemed that I stood to finally leave Yavin 4 with some pleasant memories…

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We’d spent our day catching Kes up on our lives, it had been a while since Poe had last visited so there was a lot to fill him in on. The former comrade of my family gave me his sincerest condolences over the losses of Dad and Uncle Luke. It was so strange to think of my family and Poe’s having known each other, like there’d been a decades old string connecting the two of us together. Kes regaled us with stories from his days as a soldier and we told him a few of ours. I shared more than Poe, it was clear he didn’t want to worry his father too much with his particular brand of reckless. Kes eventually caught the lightsaber hooked to my belt and asked about my training.   “Before you leave, you have to go out to the backyard,” he said, “Your uncle gifted us with a Force after the war, someone like you needs to experience it.”  Once the skies darkened and we sat around the dinner table, Kes made good on his promise to embarrass my loving boyfriend.  “So Shara and I come running into the backyard and there he is,” Kes slapped his son’s shoulder, “Cockpit closed, lifting the damn ship into the air!”  I had my napkin covering my mouth as I laughed uncontrollably, the image of Poe as a child giving his parents a heart attack was completely believable. “Had he ever been up before?”  “Only with Shara and she never let him touch the controls,” Kes replied with a laugh, “He’d watched her enough times to know how to get it off the ground.”  Poe was a sport about each story from his early years, defending himself occasionally, though very few of them left him with an opportunity to do so. He’d been just as much trouble as a kid as he was now.

“I wish I could say I’m surprised,” I chuckled, “My dad never let me touch a thing on the Falcon until I was thirteen. And I didn’t fly her on my own for much longer.”  “Keep up, Solo,” Poe teased from across the table, “Some of us are doers.”  I smiled and shook my head at him, “I think you broke enough rules for the both of us in your younger days.”  “You calling me old?” Poe asked with a palm thrown over his heart in mock pain.  “Are you calling thirty three young?” I quipped back, swirling my wine in its glass, “I saw a couple gray hairs the other morning I didn’t tell you about.”

Poe’s cocky expression faltered briefly as his eyes widened before returning to normal, “You’re lying.”  Kes and I caught each other’s eye and shared a sly smile, both choosing to take a sip of our alcohol and leave Poe in suspicion. His confident exterior was broken by the tentative hand that ran through his jet black curls.

I’d convinced the two Dameron men to let me clean up after dinner so that they could spend some uninterrupted time together. They didn’t get to talk as much as either of them wished, that was a reality of war. Some went months without speaking to their loved ones. I felt unbelievably lucky that my mother was only a few minutes away at any given time of the day.

As I’d finished, Kes and Poe entered the kitchen. Seeing them side by side, it truly was astonishing how similar they looked.

“I think I’m going to head to bed and let you two have some time to yourself,” Kes announced, patting Poe on the back before making his way over to me, “I’ll be up early tomorrow so I can see you off.”

He wrapped me in a fatherly hug and I sunk into it, I couldn’t remember someone as quick to welcome me into their life as Kes Dameron. In a single day he had practically initiated me into the family as one of his own. Though nothing could ever replace the holes left by the fathers I’d lost, it was comforting to be around a dad again.

We bid our goodnights and with Bee charging in our room, it was just Poe and I left. He slung an arm around my neck and I laced my fingers with his as we walked back to the living room.

“So have you had a good birthday?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Poe laughed under his breath, “Are you kidding? This whole day has been perfect. And Dad loves you…”  “I love him,” I replied as we made our way to the sofa, “But I feel bad for him.”  “What do you mean?”  “Judging from his stories, the poor man has spent every day worrying about you since you were in diapers,” I answered as Poe fell back on the couch, keeping our hands locked.

“Every parent worries,” Poe stated plainly, “Are you saying you never worried Leia and your dad as a kid?”  “I didn’t pull half the shit that you did,” I chuckled, “I hope that particular Dameron gene doesn’t carry over to our kids.”  As soon as the words had left me, I wished I could have retracted them. Poe’s eyes eyebrows lifted in surprise as he gripped my hand. “Our whats?”  “Our…nothings,” I scrambled for a sufficient denial, “I said nothing.”

“No, you said-“  “No I didn’t,” I faked a yawn and attempted to pull my hand away, “It’s late and we have to leave early so we should get to bed.”

Poe tugged me by the hand so that I had no choice but to land next to him on the couch, “Oh no, I want to hear about these kids we’re having.”   My cheeks felt red hot to the touch as I rubbed my free hand over them and groaned. While I’d thought of mine and Poe’s future in daydreams, we’d never actually talked about it. Why should we? We’d only been together for five months. Even if we’d practically been a couple before that, it felt like a conversation for further down the line.  “It’s nothing, really.”  Poe pulled me closer and wrapped an arm around me, I settled against his chest and prayed that he let the subject go. “Well, if it’s nothing then it shouldn’t be so hard to talk about.”  “I just think about what our lives might look like after the war sometimes,” I explained timidly, fiddling with a loose thread on the sweater I wore, “We could retire somewhere like here, build a house…”  “Sounds nice," Poe said, “We’re married in this scenario, right?”

I looked up at him and caught the mischievous gleam in his eye, “I don’t know, are we?”  Poe shut his eyes and nodded, “Oh, definitely.”

“Alright,” I smiled, trying to hide my glee at the thought, “We’re married, living in our house on a planet we’ll decide on later and the war is over.”

“Sounds perfect,” he replied, rubbing his thumb back and forth against my shoulder, “And our army of kids are wrecking all sorts of havoc in the backyard.”  My body shot up at his words and I stared down at him, “Who said anything about an army?”

“I think we should have at least ten,” Poe answered so straight faced that I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not, “We could totally handle it.”

“Says the man who’s job in the child making process takes ten minutes. Who do you think’s giving birth to these ten children?” I shrieked, sending him clutching his chest and into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, fine,” he finally said after regaining his composure, “Ten’s not the magic number. But can we agree that it’s higher than two?”

I grabbed the two fingers he was holding up and settled back against his chest, “Agreed.”  “So we have an undetermined number of kids waving around lightsabers and trying to fly their old man’s X-Wing.”

“No,” I strongly objected, “No lightsabers or piloting till they’re old enough.”  “C’mon, we both know that at least one of them is going to be a Jedi considering your family. Might as well start them young.”

Of course there was no guarantee but it was safe to assume that yes, at least one of our kids would probably be Force sensitive. “Well, I hope at least one of them takes after you. I don’t think I could handle more than one little Padawan running around using the Force to throw things at their sibling’s heads.”  Poe snorted, “Knowing us, they’ll be a handful. But they’ll be great.”  “Damn right they will,” I agreed, rubbing a hand over Poe’s chest as I tried to conjure up an image of our children in my mind, “They’ll probably have your hair.”  “And your y/e/c eyes.”  “They’ll run their mouths like you.”  “But be the first to protect their family like you.”  “They’ll be reckless.”  “They’ll be stubborn,” Poe stated before inhaling deeply, “The galaxy better watch out, the Solo-Dameron-Organa-Kenobi kids will be unstoppable.”

“Okay, we’re definitely gonna have to drop a few names,” I made note of.

“I disagree, I think it conveys strength,” Poe objected, stroking a hand up and down my arm, “Hey, I’ve got a question.”  I hummed for him to continue, “How come you don’t add Kenobi to your name?”

We’d had so many conversations about my fateful visit to Ahch-To, but my family’s name was a sore spot that I hadn’t talked to him about yet. I had no way of finding out my father’s last name or if my grandmother had given my mother her last name of Kryze. Kenobi was the only name I could claim. “I thought about it but it’s not safe,” I answered quietly, “If it got out that I was the granddaughter of Obi-Wan, everyone in the galaxy would be after me even more than they already are. Believe me, I wish I could but it’s not realistic.”  

Poe squeezed me tighter on hearing my explanation, not saying a word because there was really nothing to say. Neither of us could change the fact that I was a wanted woman. Nevertheless, it killed a part of me to not be able to take pride in bearing both of my family’s names.

“So I’m guessing you’ve thought about our future too considering how many details you’ve been providing?” I asked in an attempt to lighten the mood of the conversation.

“Maybe once in a while…” he teased, “On long fights back to base or sometimes before falling asleep at night. It gives me something extra to fight for on the tough days.”  I traced the sharp outline of his jaw as I watched him speak. The thought of Poe flying his X-Wing with one of our kids on his lap or me teaching one of them how to levitate objects made my heart beat fast in excitement. But for every dream I had, there was an equal amount of doubt. I knew that the reality of our lives were that even after the war, we’d probably never have a peaceful existence. And if I shifted the focus to myself, I held my own fears about raising children.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s even a good idea though…” I admitted, lowering my gaze, “I’ve never had any sense of normalcy in my life, I doubt I’d know how to provide it for our kids.”

“Normal is overrated, and are you kidding me? You’d be the best mom in the galaxy,” Poe said, pecking my hair softly before stroking his hand over it, “We’ll make all of it happen, might take a while but the Damerons will have their day.”  “The Damerons…” I repeated back to him, a smile spreading across my face, “I like that.”  We laid there in the quiet a while longer, soaking in the peaceful silence before our lives descended back into chaos. The one day leave for Poe’s birthday had been a gift to both of us, a 24 hour oasis in the midst of the raging storm we were caught in. We spent our days strategizing, fighting in the skies and undergoing intense training. But here we could just be…soft. We could be what we would’ve been had there been no war. I fell asleep that night on Poe’s chest, dreaming of a free galaxy and curly haired children chasing playing with BB-8 as Poe and I watched.

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Kes hadn’t exaggerated, the Force tree my uncle had gifted him and Shara was extraordinary. I didn’t even have to try to feel connected to the Force, the second I’d stepped foot in the backyard it had overwhelmed me. There wasn’t enough time for me to properly meditate underneath it, but I still used the little time I had left to center myself. I could feel the Force flowing through every part of me, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“I’m glad you got to see it,” Kes’ voice called from behind me, “It’s something special.”  “Sure is,” I agreed, opening my eyes but still unable to turn away from it, “Is Poe done checking the ship?”

Kes came to stand next to me, admiring the tree too, “Almost, he sent me to come get you but you take all the time you want.”  “I wish I could,” I smiled sadly, finally turning to face the man, “But we can’t be late getting back to base. There’s so much going on, we’re lucky we got a full day off. Well, I don’t need to explain wartime to you…”

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re talking about. I saw my share of action during the Rebellion…” Kes paused, staring off into the distance as he relived a decades old memory. He snapped back after a few seconds, shaking his head and returning his gaze to me, “Well, I’m just glad I got to see the two of you for however long I could. I worry about both of you.”

“You worry about me?” I asked with a quirk of my lips.  Kes’ expression shifted further into its somberness, “Of course I do. I know how dangerous war is but I also know how dangerous it is to be in love during war. There wasn’t a day during the Rebellion where I wasn’t worried about losing Shara. I know both of you know that feeling well.”  I nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment. The thought of something happening to Poe was quick to make me emotional.

 “I’ve lost the love of my life, the last thing I want is for either of you to have to go through that. The two of you…You’ve got something very few people are lucky enough to find. Something that deserves to live on long after this war is over.”  There didn’t seem to be a right thing to say in response. Poe and I’s worry for one another never waned, it was like a constant white noise in both our minds. There was no guarantee of seeing the next day during war. It was a reality we lived with every day whether tucked away in base or on mission off world. How many couples were casualties of war? Too many to count, my parents having been one of them. But the belief that Poe and I wouldn’t lose each other was something I clung to each day. The future we both fought for was one where we didn’t have to worry about losing one another.

“It’s a constant fear, losing him,” I mused as I stared out at the clear sky, watching the rising sun, “But I don’t regret being with him, not for a second. He’s worth all of it.”  “I know he feels the same way,” Kes smiled softly and patted my arm, “From what Poe has told me, you’ve pulled your share of stunts.”  I swiveled back to face Kes and raised a finger, “If he’s talking about what happened above Batuu, I’d like to play up the fact that I took out eight TIE’s singlehandedly.”  The former rebel soldier cocked an eyebrow, “Impressive, but no…He told me about Crait.”  “Crait…” I sighed, finding the ground much more interesting to look at.

“Even before he told me I’d heard about it. You were the talk of the city and I imagine everywhere else.”  “Yeah, apparently news travels fast…”  Crait seemed like a lifetime ago. It was no longer the actual fight between Ren and I that bothered me, though I’d admit to still questioning why he hadn’t killed me occasionally. It was the legend status I’d achieved without trying to. The over exaggerated tale of my heroics had spread across the galaxy quicker than I knew what to do with. Not only was I one of, if not the, most wanted woman in the galaxy but even the Resistance had begun treating me differently. Seemingly everyone except my mother and friends treated me as if I was some deity. I was glad no one else knew about my being a Kenobi or the attention would become too much to handle.

“I hope you’ll see that more as a symbol of what I’m willing to do for the cause rather than my personality. What I’m willing to do to protect the people I love,” I said, staring at him with all the conviction in the world, “That includes Poe.”  “I know, and that dedication is what makes the Resistance, and Poe, lucky to have someone like you.”  I could hear Bee’s squeals, only making out my name and knowing that we needed to head out. Kes and I turned to each other regretfully before he put an arm around my shoulders and we began to make our way out of the backyard. I turned my head to get one more look at the Force tree and silently promised myself that the next time I came, I’d spend a proper amount of time underneath it.

Poe was beginning to load Bee into the X-Wing when Kes and I rounded the corner of the house. Even though we were headed back to base where as soon as we landed we’d be thrown back into our responsibilities, he still looked relaxed. He hadn’t put on his commander’s hat yet and was simply Poe Dameron at home with the people he loved. He reminded me of the day I’d gotten back from my last stay with Dad, when we’d flown back from the transport station. We’d both been so carefree and at ease and I’d wished then what I was wishing now…for the war to be over.

“Any more Poe stories you want to send me off with?” I jokingly asked Kes, we were still far enough away that Poe wouldn’t hear me.

“There was one I wanted you to hear, he’d never forgive me if I told him but…” Kes chuckled and waved his hand dismissively, bringing our walk to a halt. “It was the day he arrived at the Resistance base. We’d talked after Leia recruited him about how excited he was about having command of his own fighting wing, meeting the other pilots…Pretty much everything he spoke about had something to do with an X-Wing. That night he called me and you could’ve paid him any amount of credits to talk about anything flying related and he wouldn’t have cared. The first thing he said to me after ‘Yeah, everything’s fine’ was ‘I’m pretty sure I met my future wife today.’ And for the rest of the call, not one mention of any ship. Just about this girl who had shown him around base and ate dinner with him and who he tried to be extra funny around just to make her smile. I made sure to make note of what he was saying so once I finally got to meet this Y/n he spoke so highly of, I could tell her that there hasn’t been one day that boy’s known you where he hasn’t been in love with you.”

My grin was practically idiotic by the time he’d finished telling his story. Poe had only mentioned that he’d fallen for me the first day we’d met and he’d never mentioned anything about telling Kes about me. I gazed over at Poe, standing atop the ladder next to his ship and my heart swelled. Just as it did when he returned home from a mission and we’d embrace outside of his ship. Or when we’d climb into bed together at the end of a long day and his arms would instinctively wrap around me. Or when I’d work late nights in the command center and he’d send Bee in with a sweet note stuck to the droid’s body. I didn’t think it was possible to fall any more in love with him, but every day he showed me it was. He spotted us and waved me and his dad over. After a tearful goodbye with Kes, Poe and I were on our way back to base.

When we were in hyperspace, I tilted my head to press a kiss to the side of Poe’s mouth. He smiled at me, “What was that for?”

“I just love you,” I shrugged.  “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing I love you too,” he replied, taking my chin between two of his fingers and locking our lips together.

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A/N: I’ve been getting notifications every few days that people have been liking chapters which causes me to skim over some of them. I really can’t believe I started this series back in May as a way of coping with quarantine boredom and here we are six months later and I can see the end in the distance. I’m so glad that you guys enjoy it and it can distract you from the nightmare that is this year for just a few minutes. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one! Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers!! 🦃🦃🦃

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Hello you amazing human! Me having an unhealthy obsession with Kai Parker (and TV sociopaths in general) I am requesting like a Romeo and Juliet inspired story? It can be like the 1996 version of R and J and make it like modern? Idk I think you are talented and I love you and I want you to adopt me.

Here is a modern version of the 1996 Romeo and Juliet movie in the vampire diaries world. Story takes place in Mystic Falls.

Word Count: 11,032 OMG

The characters I have used/ re-written are:

Kai Parker in place of Romeo Montague from the Gemini Coven, Reader Cadell in place of Juliet Capulet from the Oasis Coven, Kai Parker's friends: Sampson, Gregory, Benvolio, Mercutio and Balthasar, The Cadell boys: Abra, Petruchio, Tybalt, The Father/ Priest, Reader Cadell’s nanny, Parents to Reader, Parents to Kai, Rosaline, The governor’s son aka Dave, Police Captain, news anchors

* * * * * * * * * * * * Scene: Local gas station* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Kai Parker’s friends pull up to the gas station hooting and hollering. The ill tempered red head name Gregory shouts,

“Those dogs called Cadells really piss me off! Any dog from that Oasis coven will make me angry enough to take a stand!”

Sampson exclaims in response to his friend, “This quarrel is between our leaders...”

The red head interrupts “...and us their men!

“I would be a tyrant, fighting the men and being merciful to the women by cutting off their heads!”

Gregory is mock outraged, “The heads of the women?”

Sampson turns up the car radio and the boys start to dance but stop abruptly at the sight of a black car.

Sampson says, “Here comes the Oasis coven boys.”

Abra and Petruchio Cadell stare coldly. Sampson gulps nervously as Gregory nudges him mockingly.

“Fight back and take a stand, will ya?”

Sampson tries to hide his panic and responds, “Let them start the fight.”

The gas station door slams closed, BANG. The Parker boys jump at the sound, their attention drawn back to the Cadells who are laughing at the sight of the terrified group. Sampson brazenly flips them off out of embarrassment. Abra’s eyes look back in the mirror to see Sampson’s finger. Abra whips the car around full speed to block the Parker boys from escaping. He jumps out of the car and yanks Sampson out of his car.

“You dare flip me off? Huh?”

“Yeah I gave the bird.” Sampson sneers.

“You dare to?!” Abra roars, gun drawn.

“You think the police will be on our side if I say yes?” Sampson turns to Gregory.

“Nope.” Gregory grimaces.

Sampson turns back to Abra stuttering, “Well I- I did give the bird. But I didn’t give it to you.”

“You want a fight?” Gregory asked.

“No I don’t want a fight,” Abra fake smiles.

Sampson turns to Gregory, “If you do fight, I will be by your side.”

Abra laughs, “Ha! Only you two? You can’t do better?”

“Uh...”

Just then, Benvolio comes back from the bathroom, and shocked by the scene pulls his gun out.

“Here comes our back up!”

“You fools!” Benvolio shrieks, “You don’t know what you’re doing! Let us keep the peace.”

“I hate peace.” Tybalt spits. He fires his gun at a child on accident, smacking the child’s toy gun to pieces.

Benvolio panics and accidentally shoots a bullet near Tybalt’s head. Gregory shoots and nicks Abra’s arm when he attempts to move it away from his face with his magic. A gas tank explodes after a magically moved bullet hits it. A news van screeches around the corner going live with the gun fight and explosion. Tybalt corners Benvolio, placing a gun to his head.

“Look upon your death, Benvolio.”

Suddenly a burning light blinds Tybalt and the Police Captain yells through a megaphone. Police cars have surrounded the scene.

“Enemies! Place your weapons on the ground now! Stop using your magic!”

Tybalt looks to the police and stands down.

* * * * * * * * * * * * At the police station * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Police Captain sits down at his desk, across from the leaders of the Gemini and Oasis covens.

“This is the third time your covens have disrupted the peace of Mystic Falls in a brawl.”

Cadell’s lawyer tries to intervene, “Captain I can-”

The captain slams his fist down. “If you ever disrupt the peace again, I will personally see you both go to prison.”

* * * * * The Parkers are on an awkward ride back to their mansion * * * * *

Kai’s mother sighs and looks out the window. “Oh where is Malachai? Have you seen him yet today?” She turns to her husband. “I’m just glad he wasn’t at the fight today.”

Benvolio feels guilty and answers, “He’s been at the lake side. I saw him walking there this morning.”

Kai’s father scoffs, “He walks too much around there, crying like a child.”

“All he does is hide away in his room, penning himself up and shutting out the light to make it dark as night.”

The driver leans back, “Ma’am, I’ve just received word. He’s at the pier.”

Kai is eating a bag of pork rinds, looking out at the sunset. “Love is a smoke that leads to disappointed sighing. I will never be able to get her, the beautiful Rosaline. Niece of my enemy. Unflawed love would make me feel powerful and alive. But when one does not return the love, the love only creates sadness. Love is madness. Love is bitter tasting but keeps us preserved and alive with its sweetness.”

Back in the car the family continues to chat.

“It’s not healthy for Kai to shut himself away with this depressing behavior. He needs a friends counsel to get him over whatever troubles him.” Kai’s father urges Benvolio.

“Let me out, I’ll talk to him and see if he will tell me what is wrong.”

Kai’s father gives an encouraging smile that disappears as soon as the door is closed. “Let’s go home.” He sighs.

* * * * * * * * * * On the beach * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Good morning cousin,” Benvolio tries to act casual.

“Is it really only morning?” Kai asks seriously.

“It’s a new day.” He tries to act cheery.

“Sad hours seem long...” Kai turns to Benvolio. “Was that my father that just drove off?”

“Yes Kai but...” Kai shakes his head and starts to walk off, Benvolio walking swiftly after him. “What sadness makes your hours long?”

“Not having the love of her. With her the hours seem short.”

“You have gentle love in your view, but in others it is a sign of tyranny!” He exclaims.

“Whose view matters on my love...” Kai pauses when he sees a TV, playing back the news report of the fight from last night. “You had a fight?”

“I -”

Kai interrupts, “Don’t give me an excuse. I’ve heard them all. It’s much easier to hate someone than to love them. You are wasting so much time on someone who does not care about you.” He storms off in a rage, going up to the sidewalk heading toward a night club. “Why do you love to fight and love to hate, creating conflict out of nothing? My heart is swept away by love but it weighs on me that I am bound to it. It is agony my cousin.” He screams at a bouncer and uses his magic to flick him aside into trash cans. “There is no love like the one I feel,” he dark chuckles, “What cousin? Not going to laugh?”

Benvolio says nervously eyeing the crumpled bouncer, “No...I’d rather cry.”

Kai smiles mischievously, “Good bye, cousin.” And he takes off running down the sidewalk.

Benvolio sighs and starts to pursue. Finally arriving home, Kai gets to a car and a man hurriedly gives him the keys.

Benvolio cuts him off panting, “Tell me... who is it...that you love?”

“My sad heart is in love with a woman.”

“I knew it was a woman,” he rolls his eyes,

“She’s a beautiful lady.” Kai pulls down his shirt to reveal a small tattoo that says ‘Rosaline’.

“Rosaline?!” Benvolio is surprised but impressed. “She is quite beautiful.”

“She does not love me back, her heart is well guarded.”

“Hmm.. You know what? Forget about her!”

“How can I forget about her?”

“Look at all the other ladies,” he motions toward the girls on the sidewalk.

Kai laughs dismissively. “Good bye. You can’t teach me how to forget.”

Benvolio hurries and jumps into the passenger seat of the moving car. The boys head to a bar.

“She would be in just as much trouble as I would be anyway, being a Cadell and a Parker.” He continues, “I think I could keep the peace between our families though.”

The bartender smiles. “It’s honorable of you to try, it’s too bad your families are fighting.

* * * * * * * * * * At the Cadell Mansion * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Cadell leader of the coven, your father, is set down at a meeting with the governor’s son, Dave.

“So what do you say to my proposition?” Dave asks.

Cadell looks at the picture frame of his wife and daughter. “My daughter is still young and innocent. Give her 2 more years and then she will be a perfect wife.”

Dave is persistent. “Sir, girls younger than her are happy mothers.”

“Hmm,” Cadell eyes him hard, “And younger girls married too soon are blemished. She is my pride and joy. If you can woo her and get her consent then you have mine as well.” He comes around the desk to give Dave a fatherly pat on the shoulder. “I will hold a large feast tonight, join us and meet y/n.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * Back at the bar * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Benvolio and Kai have started playing pool.

“Bring another lady into your sights and heart, then you will forget about her.” Benvolio hits a shot and Kai stops it with his hand, throwing it to hit other balls. “Are you insane?” Benvolio asks in mock outrage.

“Insanely in love, yes.” Kai mocks back, stepping toward the bar.

An entertainment show is on the TV above, the female news anchor excitedly announcing. “Tonight the rich Cadell is hosting a great feast-”

“A grand costumed event!” Her partner interrupts.

The partner starts to read off some of the important guests who will be there. Rosaline’s name is on the list and Benvolio turns to Kai, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Looks like Rosaline will be there.” Kai grimaces as Benvolio continues. “Let’s go to the feast, it’s perfect. We can sneak in disguised and find you another woman who is even more beautiful than Rosaline.”

“More beautiful than her? Ha! There has never been a more beautiful woman since the dawn of time.”

Their attention is drawn back to the anchor. “If you’re not a Parker, come and drink some wine at the feast!”

Kai pauses to think. “Fine. I’ll go, but only to prove that no one can be more beautiful than Rosaline.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the Cadell mansion * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Y/N!!! Y/N!!!!” Your nanny yells.

She rushes around the house trying to find you. You roll your eyes and sink down further into the bubble bath, ignoring her calls. Lady Cadell is trying to ready herself for the feast, going maniacal at the nanny screaming. She yells your name.

“God’s sake nanny, where is my daughter? Tell her to come to me.”

“I’ve been calling for her ma’am but I still can’t find her.”

“Mother, nanny? You called?” You said coolly, feigning innocence as you stood there in your bathrobe.

The nanny exclaims in shock, “Oh! Get dressed y/n!

“Just leave her alone. We will speak in private, you can stay as I need your advice.” Your mother looks casually into the mirror, examining her costume and continuing. “You know, y/n darling...I was about your age when I was married.” She turns quickly, unable to hide her excitement anymore. “The governor’s son wants to make you his wife! Isn’t that exciting?”

The nanny tries to take her side. “He is a charming young man, miss.”

“Oh the most charming and handsome!” Your mother giggles, her drinks obviously kicking in.

“What-” you are too stunned as she speaks again.

She grabs your arm, “He’s coming to the feast tonight! To see you! He is a rich man, fall in love with him. You will become his and all that is his will become yours!”

The nanny asks you cautiously, “What do you think of his love?”

You choose your words carefully, not wanting to put your mother in a foul mood. “I’ll try to like him and see if there is anything likeable, but ultimately I will only marry him if you approve and give me the strength.”

A maid comes in. “Lady Cadell, the guests have started to arrive.”

She gasps in excitement. “Hurry y/n, get ready!”

The nurse leans in to whisper, “And don’t forget to enjoy yourself.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * Down by the pier * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Kai Parker and a couple friends are sitting down at the pier, watching the bright lights of the Cadell mansion from across the lake. They hear a roar of a sports engine pull up and turn back to see who it is. Getting out of the car stands Mercutio, Kai’s best friend, dressed in drag. The boys practically fall over laughing as Mercutio pretends to be posing for paparazzi.

“Now applaud!” He yells and whips out the party invites from his mini skirt.

“Holy shit dude, you did it!” Benvolio and friends jump up to grab them.

“I dunno.” Kai stands and continues to look out at the lake.

“Oh come on man! You have to go and dance.” He grabs Kai and starts to waltz.

Kai laughs and shoves him away, “You can dance but I can’t, my heart is too sad.”

“Aw, poor heart broken child.” He mocks.

Kai looks at the stars. “Is love soft, or rough harsh and rude?”

Mercutio jumps on his back. “If love is rough with you, then be rough with it. Beat it down.”

“Your love is crushing me cousin.” Kai laughs, starting to fall down.

Benvolio honks the horn impatiently. “Come on! We’re wasting daylight!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the feast * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The boys pull up hooting and hollering. Waltzing inside, it is obvious that Benvolio and another friend have already started drinking. Kai walks in calmly, looking at the dance floor. Mercutio dances with a woman and passes her off to Kai.

“Come on, every guy should have the chance to dance.”

A Cadell boy drunkenly strides up to Kai who is dressed as a knight. He puts an arm around him, not recognizing him to be a Parker.

The Cadell yells out, “Musicians! Play us a song!”

Kai felt as if his heart would burst out of his chest at any moment. He quickly ducks out of the boys grip, abandoning the lady and tries to find an area away from the crowd. As he is walking he spots an angel. A literal costumed angel in the form of you. You are wandering through the crowd aimlessly when you spot him. Kai stares back at you, his plump lips forming a smile. His brown hair falling to the side, frames his perfect face. In that moment you knew he was the one. A yell disrupts your focus and you turn to see the nanny calling you.

“Y/N!”

You look back for the mystery boy but he has vanished. The nanny starts to drag you toward Lady Cadell and Dave, the governor’s son.

He extends his hand, “Will you dance with me?”

Knowing you can’t decline, you place your hand in his.

Your mother trills, “Oh such a fine young man.”

Kai didn’t know how it had happened but in one moment he had lost sight of you. Rushing through the crowd to find the angel again, he accidentally bumps into a Lucifer. Little did he know, the man dressed as Lucifer was Tybalt.

Tybalt then turned to Abra. “How dare Malachai come to a Cadell event. He mocks us with his mischief and antics. I will not consider it a sin to kill him in order to protect our coven’s dignity.”

He starts to storm off when your father Cadell stops him with a strong arm. “Where are you going off to?”

“It’s Kai Parker, he’s here.”

“Calm yourself, Tybalt. Don’t ruin this night, be peaceful in this house. Tolerate him for tonight and don’t waste your time on him. He’s not worth it, save it for another night.”

“I won’t tolerate him!”

Cadell rages, “You will! You will behave and stay out of any fights!” He shoves Tybalt. “You are making a scene.”

An older couple looks on shocked and Cadell tries to regain his composure. Comforting the couple he turns.

“Don’t worry, cheer up and have some drinks.”

They smile heartily and walk away. Turning back to Tybalt, he harshly whispers. “I am the leader of this coven and you will obey me. Now go away.”

Kai spots you on the dance floor once again, but this time you are with a man. He whispers, “I have never known what love truly means until I have spotted this angel. I take back and disown the idea of love I had for Rosaline.”

Even dancing with Dave you were still distracted by looking for the handsome mystery boy. Then you spot him again, your eyes connecting. You quickly look back to Dave, not wanting to seem too distracted but within a moment you were back to staring at the boy over his shoulder. The lights black out, colorful spotlights turn on as confetti and balloons rain down. You had stopped dancing. You let out a gasp as a hand suddenly yanks you behind a curtain. There stands Kai, he pulls you close to his body so your chests are almost touching.

“Your hand is so clearly holy, if I offend you by touching it with my rough unholy hand, then let me make it better with a kiss.” Kai woos.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You holding my hand is a sign of devotion. Placing our hands together is a palmer’s kiss.”

“Might I suggest we do with our lips what we do with our hands?” Kai kisses your lips sweetly. “Now my sins are gone.”

“Oh but now your sins are on my lips and the only thing that can make it better is another kiss.”

Kai kisses you once again. “There, now all is right.”

“You are very clever in coming up with reasons to steal kisses from me.”

Suddenly the nanny interrupts. “Y/n, your mother wants a word with you.”

You head toward your mother, and wave a hand, signaling Kai not to follow but he trails anyway. Kai watches the nanny and you head up the staircase instead of leaving like the guests. At the top is a furious Lady Cadell standing with Dave. Your eyes dart nervously to Kai as your mother starts to harshly whisper in your ear. She pullls you away from the stairs and that is when it dawns on him.

“She is a Cadell?” he whispers under his breath.

You stop to look back at Kai and the nanny whispers in your ear. “HIs name is Malachai Parker from the Gemini coven.”

You feel a coldness fill your chest, disappointment and reality crashing down. Mercution runs up and claps a hand on Kai’s shoulder.

“The party is starting to break up, we need to leave now so we don’t draw the attention of the Cadells.”

“It’s what I thought, yet I’m still dissatisfied.”

Mercutio ushers him out to the waiting car while Kai looks back over his shoulder longingly. As Mercutio starts to drive the boys away, noisily singing, he spots you in the window.

You see Kai and whisper, “My true love is born from the coven that I’m born to hate. I fell in love too soon and now it is too late to hate him. It is such a large degree of love, that I must love my enemy.”

You close the window and lean your head against the glass, unable to take your eyes off Kai’s disappearing form. Down below in the doorway stands Tybalt, also unable to take his eyes off the enemy.

“I will obey my uncle tonight. Malachai’s intrusion may seem sweet but it is bitter and will come back to poison us in the end.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * Out at the car * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

There is a traffic jam from all the cars trying to leave. Kai sighs and whispers beside his noise raucous of friends. “How can I leave here when my heart stays behind? I have to go back.”

Kai leaps out of the slow moving car and Benvolio yells.

“Kai! Where are you going?”

Kai is running back along the road, using the cars and bushes as a way to shield himself from the guards’ view. He stealthily climbs vines and leaps onto the other side of the stone wall bordering the property. Mercutio pulls the car around in front of the gates that are swinging shut.

Benvolio points out, “I think he ran that way. Call his name!”

“I’ll do you one better,” Mercutio laughs. Jumping out of the car he dances in front of the gate swaggering like a flirtatious drunk lady. “Oh Kai!” He calls in a falcetto voice, “It’s me Rosaline! Come to my plump lips, my bright eyes and my long legs and quivering thighs!”

The boys cheer Mercutio on. Kai smiles at his calling.

“He makes fun of love scars that are non existent.”

The boys are now laughing hysterically at Mercutio swooning around like a love sick fool. The fun is cut short when a security guard yells and a spotlight comes to life, pinning Mercutio in its beam.

“Alright boys, let’s go.” He quickly hops into the car and they speed off.

Outside the rear wing of the house, Kai creeps near the pool, taking cover when a bright light comes on.

“But wait, what light shines through that window?”

Almost in response, the balcony doors open and you step out still in your angel robe. You start to walk near the pool, unaware of Kai hiding in the shadows.

He whispers, “Y/n is the sun, rising in the East and killing the jealous moon. She is far more beautiful than any others.”

You sit on the pool ledge, legs dangling in the still water.

“It is her! My love!”

You sigh. Looking longingly to the stars you ask, “Oh Malachai, my Kai. Where are you? Deny your father and rebuke your name, or if you will not, my love, I swear I will no longer be a Cadell.”

Kai whispers, “Should I say something or remain silent?”

Starting to pace you continue, “It’s only your last name that is my enemy, but you, yourself are not a Parker. But what is a Parker? It is not a body part of a man. Why can’t you have some other name! What is a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So if Kai, if not called called Kai Parker, would be just as perfect. Kai, lose your name. Trade in your name, which has nothing to do with you, and take all of me in exchange.”

“I will take all of you in exchange at your word!” Kai steps out of the shadows and calls wildly. “Proclaim your love for me, and you can call me whatever you want!”

You scream and topple backwards, Kai tries to balance you out by grabbing your hand but is instead plunged into the pool with you. A security guard moves toward the pool area and you wave him away. assuring that everything is fine.

“Kai, why did you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?”

He puts his hands up in a calming gesture. “My own name is so hateful to me, if it were written on a piece of paper I would rip it up.”

“I have not heard you speak over a hundred words, but I recognize your voice and have memorized it’s sound. Should I not call you Malachai? And a Parker?”

“Neither my love, if you don’t like the names.”

“How did you get over the walls? If any men of my coven find you here, they will kill you.”

“The darkness of night will hide me, besides let them kill me. I would rather due than live without your love.” Kai leans forward, you kiss long and greedily until you push Kai away.

“I’m glad it’s night so you can’t see how embarrassed I am that you over heard me gushing about you. Part of me feels I should pretend I am not interested, as that is how proper ladies would act. But it is too late for that, do you love me?”

Kai starts to speak but you silence him and continue. “I know you will say yes and I believe you. Swear to me so you can’t be proven false my sweet Kai. Say it faithfully. If you think I’m too quickly won over then I will frown and see you no more, no matter what ends of the earth you may go to win me back. Honestly... I favor you too much, you may not believe me but I’ll prove myself to be more true and loyal than any other woman.”

“My love, y/n, I swear by the moon, that lights the night so beautifully.’

“No, don’t swear by the moon for it constantly changes.”

“What should I swear by?”

“Do not swear at all. But if you dare to, swear by yourself. You are my idol and I will believe you.” You touch his cheek with your palm and Kai moves his lips close to yours.

“If my hearts dear love-”

Confused, you break away. “Do not swear then. I take joy in you, but not in a rash, sudden contract. We need to slow down, we don’t have to rush into anything. We should take our time and see where this love goes.”

Another light turns on and the nanny begins to call. “Y/N!” You rush up the pool stairs.

“Will you leave me so unsatisfied?” Kai tries to keep up.

You scoff and give a shocked expression, “What more satisfaction do you want tonight?”

“I would be satisfied if you promised me your love so we could exchange vows and be married.”

You run joyously into Kai’s arms. “I will gladly exchange vows with you and promise my love!” You kiss fiercely and passionately before being interrupted by the nanny’s yell again.

“Y/N!!”

“Good night dear Kai. If you really intend to marry me, send word tomorrow. I will come to you, tell me what time and place. I will leave all my fortunes behind and follow you all over the world.”

“Y/N!”

“I’m coming!” You holler. “A thousand times goodnight.” You kiss again and finally run inside. You reappear at the top of the balcony. “Kai! What time should I come to you tomorrow?”

“By 9 o’clock!”

“I will be there! Good night sweet Kai until tomorrow. Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

“Sleep well my lovely y/n.” Kai blows kisses to you and heads back toward the wall to take his leave.

* * * * * * Morning time in a greenery * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A priest is giving an herbology lesson to some young boys.

“Plants, herbs and stones are a beautiful thing.” He makes a small cut in the bulb of a purple flower. “In this flower, lies a poison while also having the power of a medicine.” He carefully puts the sap in a beaker. “It smells lovely, but if tasted, can stop the heart. Our lesson is done.”

Turning to put the beaker away in the fridge, he pulls out a jar of candy. Looking at them sternly, the boys take their candy and scram. The Father starts to watch the TV but his thoughts are interrupted by Kai knocking on the door frame.

“Good morning Father.”

“Good morning! Why do you come so early in the morning to see me?” The priest studies Kai for a minute. “It is very early for you to be getting out of bed, and if I guess right it means that you never went to bed last night!”

Kai follows the priest as he starts to walk through the empty church. “It’s true, I never slept because I was enjoying the sweet night.”

“God have mercy on you! Were you with Rosaline?”

“With Rosaline? Father no. That name is out of my mind and long forgotten.”

The priest starts to lay out preparations for communion. “Good my son, so where have you been?”

Out of old habit, Kai starts to help him. “I was feasting at my enemies house. So suddenly I was wounded by love and now both of ours only cure can come from you. I gave no hatred, and your power will benefit my enemy.”

“Speak clearly. Tell me what you mean. I do not know how to help you if you speak in riddles.”

“I am in love with the leader Cadell’s daughter. I love her and she loves me. We’ve promised our love to each other but we need you to make it official. I’ll tell you more later about where and when we met, how we fell in love. But I’m begging you to marry us today.”

The priest stands there a moment, thunderstruck. Two of the young boys enter in robes and he dismisses them. They get the message and bolt. He turns back to Kai, still stunned.

“Holy Saint Francis! This is such a sudden change. Have you given up on Rosaline so quickly? The one you claimed you loved? Young men love with their eyes and not their hearts. How many tears did you waste crying over Rosaline? I can still freshly remember you crying to me about your heart’s woe. You’ve changed so suddenly.”

“You’ve always scolded me for loving Rosaline.”

“I did not scold you for loving her, but for obsessing over her.”

“Don’t scold me over y/n now, we truly love each other. Rosaline did not love me.”

“Rosaline knew you loved her but didn’t really know what it meant.” The priest sits down in a chair and looks off into the distance where the childrens choir are assembling. The priest is moved by the childrens singing and he turns back to a waiting Kai.

“Come with me, I will help you with your secret wedding. If we’re lucky it may turn the hatred between your covens into love.”

“Then let’s go, I’m in a rush.”

The Father stands and looks down on Kai, “We need to be smart about this and take it slowly. We don’t want any slip-ups.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the beach * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Benvolio and Mercutio are arguing.

Mercutio snaps, “What do yo umean Kai didn’t come home last night?”

“I spoke to my uncle’s maid, she said Kai never came home.”

“He’s so obsessed with Rosaline, he’s gone insane.” Benvolio paces the sidewalk, “Tybalt sent a message to Kai’s father’s house.”

Mercutio interrupts, “I bet it’s a challenge.”

Benvolio stops pacing. “Do you think Kai will take up the challenge?”

“Anyone can write a letter demanding a challenge. But it takes a true witch to demand a fight with a siphoner like Malachai.”

“Kai is daring enough to challenge Tybalt.”

Kai’s car pulls up beside the lake’s parking lot. Benvolio heads toward him.

“Here comes Kai! Here comes Kai!”

Mercutio saunters up the beach with mock chalance. “Bonjour Kai,” he speaks with an accent, “You gave us quite the slip last night, no?”

“Good morning to you too. What slip did I give you?” Kai feigns innocence.

“WHAT SLIP? You gave us the slip last night, are you mad?”

Kai grins smugly. “Oh my apologies, Mercutio. I had a great time, thanks for asking. It was very important business, I didn’t have time to say a proper goodbye.”

“Oh I’m sure you were kept quite busy last night.” He jokes and Benvolio hoots, jumping on Kai’s back.

“Oh shut up.” Kai shoves him off into the sand. “I’ll fight you.”

Mercutio flicks sand at him and starts to run down the beach. Kai laughs and starts to chase. Kai gains on Mercutio and dives into the sea, following him.

“See, isn’t this better than groaning over love?” Mercutio splashes and Kai tries to dunk him underwater. “You’re much happier now!” He walks onto the beach, “Come on Kai.”

Kai tackles him onto the wet sand and Mercutio suddenly becomes serious. “How happy you are now, is who you naturally are.”

A shadow falls over the boys and there stands the nanny in a bright red ‘disguise’.

“God, you are a beautiful woman.” Mercutio remarks, bemused at the sight.

The nanny ignores him and speaks to Kai, “I need to speak privately with you.”

Kai gets up and starts to follow the woman up to a black car waiting in the parking lot. Mercutio looks questioningly to Benvolio who shrugs. “Maybe he’s going for dinner?” Mercutio yells at Kai, “Come home for dinner!.”

Before stepping into the car he yells back, “I will be there soon!”

“Goodbye old dragon lady!” He jests, blowing her a kiss.

* * * * * * * * * * * * In the car * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The nanny leaned in uncomfortably close to Kai and whispered harshly, “If you lead y/n on, treat her poorly or break her heart like a delicate tea cup then you will suffer an ill fate.”

She leans back to her seat and there is a silence. Kai chooses his next words carefully. “Ask y/n to come to confession today. The Father will hear her out, absolve her sins and we will be married.”

* * * * * * * * * * The Cadell mansion * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

You are waiting excitedly in your room, looking for the nanny’s arrival. The black car pulls into the driveway and out steps the nanny.

“Here she comes!”

You bolt from from your room to meet the nanny at the staircase going to the rear of the house. You burst into the kitchen following her where she proceeds to start looking in the fridge.

“What did he say?” You ask again impatiently, “Nanny! What did he say!”

Stepping away from the fridge the nanny sets food down on the counter. “Let me rest a minute, I am tired and hungry.”

You continue to plead, walking to her. “Please tell me! Is it good news or bad?”

“My God, why such a hurry? Can’t you stay here and talk for a while? I am out of breath.”

You cannot stand the suspense anymore. “How are you out of breath? Tell me! Is it good news or bad? Just tell me that much!”

The nanny sits and take a big bite of her sandwich, talking between chews. “You’ve made a simple choice of a man. You don’t know how to pick one. He is a very handsome and attractive young man but he doesn’t have the best manners and composure. However, he has a gentle spirit and nature. Have you had something to eat yet?”

“I already know those things about him, tell me more! What does he say about our marriage?”

“Oh dear, I feel a headache coming on, and my back aches...”

This is a game you know well. You climb onto the back of the recliner, setting down so you can massage her,

“Ooooo yes! Get right there!”

You then coo sweetly, “Oh sweet nanny, what does my love say?”

“He is an honest man, kind, handsome and virtuous. Where is your mother?”

You crack. “Where is my mother? That’s your reply?! My love says like an honest gentleman, ‘Where is your mother?!’”

The nanny pouts, “Calm yourself y/n!”

You explode in frustration. “How can you tell me to be calm? WHAT DID KAI SAY?”

The nanny goes quiet for a moment. “Do you have time to go to confession today?”

“I do.”

“Then go to the priest, Kai awaits there to be a husband and make you his wife!”

With a scream of joy, you hug the nanny.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the church * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The priest shakes his head. “Such extreme emotions about this kind of pleasure often ends in disaster. Even the taste of too much honey can become sickly because it is so sweet.” He looks to Kai. “So love carefully and long may your love live.”

You push through the oaken double doors to the church. The priest cues up the choir and beckons for you to come to the altar.

“Good afternoon Father.”

Before the priest can reply, you and Kai kiss passionately. He wait just a moment then delicately interrupts you.

“Come, come and we will make this quick. Because, if you don’t mind, I’m not leaving you two alone until you’re married.”

You and Kai exchange vows and rings. The priest follows the two of you out, throwing hand fulls of rice. Your driver takes a perfect picture as the bride and groom kiss. He holds the car door open and you reluctantly get in. As the car drives away, Kai runs along side it until he watches the big car speed away.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the beach * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Mercutio stands knee deep in the water fishing. Benvolio shelters himself from the heat under a life guard tower.

“Come on Mercutio, let’s go. It’s too hot!”

Mercutio ignores him and continues fishing with his gun. Benvolio looks around nervously hoping they don’t draw the attention of the Cadells.

“The Cadells are out, and if they see us, we won’t get away without a fight.”

“You are like one of those men who enter a bar and put their gun down on the table saying, ‘I pray I never have to use you’ but by the time he orders his second drink, he pulls the gun on the bartender for no reason at all.”

Benvolio doesn’t find him funny and turns away when a black Sedan rolling up stops him cold. “Oh great, here come the Cadells.”

“Well, well, I don’t care,” Mercutio drawls.

The car slides to a stop only feet away from where Benvolio stands. Tybalt, Abra and another Cadell emerge from the vehicle and step toward the Parkers menacingly.

“Good day gentleman, can I have a word with one of you.”

The rest of the Parker boys stand nervously at Tybalt’s words. Mercutio responds wittily, “You want just one word with one of us? Put it together with something else. Make it a word and a blow.”

“You’ll find me ready enough to do that sir, if you give me a reason.”

Tybalt’s hand moves to rest on his gun handle. Mercutio stops jesting upon spotting the firearm.

Breathily he asks, “Could you not find a reason without me giving you one?”

The Parker boys start to snicker again and Tybalt snaps. “Mercutio you hang out with Malachai.”

Mercutio’s anger grows. “Hang out? What do you think we are, a bunch of musicians? If I am a musician, then this is my fiddlestick,” he motions to his gun, “And I’ll use it to make you dance.”

Benvolio tries to mediate, “We’re talking in a public place. Either go someplace private, or it talk it over rationally or just go away. Out here everyone can see us.”

Mercutio retorts, “People’s eyes were made to see things, so let them watch. I’m not moving to please anybody.”

Just then, Kai arrives in his car, heart full of happy news.

Tybalt walks away from Mercutio, “Nevermind you. Here is the man I am looking for.” He calls out to the approaching Kai, “Malachai, there’s only one thing I can call you. You are a villain!” Pulling his jacket aside, Tybalt reveals his gun to Kai.

“Tybalt, I have a reason to love you, let me put aside the hatred and forgive your remark. I am not a villain. So good bye. Clearly you do not know who I am.”

Kai turns and walks back to his car, surprising everybody. Tybalt is confused and outraged, hurling himself back into his Sedan. He kicks the car in a U-turn, slamming into Kai’s car. Kai locks the car as Tybalt gets out to beat down on it. He smashes the passenger window and hauls Kai out.

“Boy, your words can’t excuse the harm you’ve done to me!” Tybalt punches Kai across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. “Turn and draw your gun!” He yells.

Kai shakily lifts himself from the ground, feeling his busted lip. Speaking through his bloody teeth, Kai answers. “I never hurt you. And so, good Cadell - which name I care for more than you can understand,” Kai cautiously pulls out his gun, “be satisfied.” He throws the gun to Tybalt’s feet.

The Parker boys can’t believe their eyes as Kai starts to walk down the beach. An angered Mercutio steps forward.

“This calm submission in dishonorable and vile!”

Tybalt grows angrier, handing Abra his weapon and sprinting down the beach after Kai. In a bone cracking collision, Tybalt tackles him to the ground near an abandoned life guard house. The boys run to catch up while Kai still refuses to fight and runs up the stairs. Tybalt trips him and he careens into the old wooden railing, smashing it to pieces. Tybalt kicks savagely at him, willing him to fight back. Mercutio runs after him, picking up a piece of wood from the broken railing and hitting him across the head making him fall down.

“Tybalt, you ratcatcher!” Will you go and fight me?”

“What do you want from me?” Tybalt swings a lump of wood and Mercutio dodges.

“Why, King of Cats, I want to take one of your nine lives. I’ll take one and depending how you treat me after that, I might beat the other eight out of you too.”

Tybalt swings his wood again and Mercutio blocks, throwing the stick away. Tybalt, now empty handed, charges and slams him against a window shattering the glass. Mercutio is back on his feet lightning fast. He raises a rock, ready to smash in his head when Kai rushes between them.

“Stop this fight Mercutio!”

Seizing his opportunity, Tybalt lunges up and aims to slash Kai with a piece of broken glass. Instead, he misses and slashes Mercutio across the stomach. He screams out in pain, grabbing his side. Everyone goes quiet. Abra tugs at a stunned Tybalt.

“Let’s go Tybalt!”

The pair bolts for their car and Benvolio goes to Mercutio.

“Are you hurt?”

Mercutio covers his wound and laughs, “Yes but it is just a scratch.”

Kai helps him get down the stairs. “Have courage, the cut can’t be that bad.”

“It’s not as deep as a well or as wide as a door, but it’s enough to do the job.” Mercutio jokes, “If you ask for me tomorrow, you’ll find me a very grave man. Goddammit! I can’t believe that rat could scratch me to death!” He says through crazed laughter.

He now turns his attention from the cheering boys to Kai who is struggling to support his weight.

“Why the hell did you come between us? He struck me under your arm.”

“I thought it was the right thing to do.” Kai starts to panic.

Mercutio pushes himself away screaming, “May a plague fall upon both your covens! They’ve turned me into food for the worms. I’m done for. Curse your families!”

He collapses to the ground and Kai kneels, cradling his best friends dead body. Thunder booms and it starts to sprinkle, turning into a heavy rain.

Benvolio whispers, “Mercutio is dead.”

Kai cries out, “Oh sweet y/n! Your beauty has made me weak, you have softened my bravery when before I was hard as steel.”

The sound of Tybalt’s car peeling off brings back cold reality. Kai’s sadness turns to uncontrollable rage. He runs to his car, in an effort to head him off. The rain is now blinding but Kai stops for nothing. Pedestrians scream and cars screech to a stop. He rounds a corner and slams into Tybalt’s car, veering out of control. Tybalt scrambles from his car and Kai runs toward him. Tybalt draws his gun but Kai continues to march on.

“Go on! Kill me so I can join him!”

Tybalt nervously starts to walk backward.

“Either kill me or I will kill you!”

He shakes his head in panic, Kai flicks his wrist sending Tybalt’s gun into the air.

“Why did you come between us?”

Kai remains silent. Police cars screech to a halt, surrounding the area. The gun lands back in Kai’s hand and he fires three shots.

“Put down the weapon!” A police officer calls through a megaphone.

Tybalt’s body collapses to the road. A cop fires, grazing Kai’s arm and he screams.

“Oh! I have awful luck!”

A strong gust of wind and rain blinds the police. Balthasar drives up and starts screaming.

“Don’t just stand there! Come on!”

Kai quickly slides into the passenger seat, holding his wounded arm and crying.

Lady Cadell pulls up to the scene and runs to crouch over the body. “Tybalt! Oh my sweet nephew. My family’s blood is spilled on the streets.”

The Captain parts through the police line. “Where are the men who started the fight?”

A hand cuffed Benvolio is pushed forward. “Captain, I can tell you everything about the fight. Tybalt killed your relative Mercutio and then young Kai killed him.”

Lady Cadell begins to scream again. “Tybalt was my nephew! Oh my nephew is dead! Captain, you are honorable, take revenge by killing someone from the Parker family.”

The Captain ignores her and turns to Benvolio. “Benvolio, who started this fight?”

“Tybalt started the fight before he was killed by Kai. Kai spoke to him reasonably and didn’t want to start a fight but rather make a truce. Tybalt refused and was deaf to peace!”

Lady Cadell interjects savagely, “He’s lying! I want justice, Kai killed Tybalt so Kai must be killed!”

The Captain, losing his patience turns to the woman. “Kai killed him after Tybalt killed Mercutio.”

Malachai’s father, Sir Parker l arrives and begins to plead with the Captain as well. “Please Captain, don’t make Malachai pay the price. He was Mercutio’s friend. His death has been avenged by Tybalt’s. It is even.”

The Captain eyes him coldly. “And for the crime of murder, Malachai is exiled from Mystic Falls. You have involved me in your rivalry. My nephew Mercutio is dead because of your bloody feud.”

“But Captain-” Parker starts to plead.

The Captain silences him, “I will not listen to your excuses and your begging will not change my mind.” He turns to address his officers. “Tell Malachai to leave the city immediately or else if he is found he will be killed.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Your bedroom* * * * * * * * * * * *

“I wish the sun would hurry up and set already so night can come immediately. Because when the night comes and everyone goes to sleep, then my Kai will come to me, leap into my arms and no one will know. Gentle night, give me my Kai and when I die, turn him into the stars and make a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the whole world will fall in love with him. I belong to Kai now, this day has been so long, waiting for him.”

A car pulls up into the driveway and you rush down excited to meet the nanny. Your knees buckle and you fall to the ground at her news.

“Oh god! Did Kai kill Tybalt?”

“He did, he did! This is a most cursed day!”

“He’s like a snake disguised as a flower. Was there ever such an evil book with such a beautiful cover? I can’t believe such evil lurked inside someone so beautiful!”

“There is no trust, faith or honesty in men. All of them lie, cheat and are wicked. Shame on Malachai!”

“How dare you wish shame upon him! He was not born to be shameful. He deserves only honor, I was an idiot to be angry at him.”

“How can you say such good things about the man who killed your cousin?”

“Am I supposed to speak badly about my own husband? Oh my husband! How could I speak bad of him when we’ve only been married 3 hours? Kai why did you kill my cousin? Probably because my cousin would have killed my husband. It is comforting to know my husband is alive, but I am crying still because he has been banished. This is worst than the murder of 10,000 Tybalts. No words can express my pain. Nanny, where are my father and mother?”

The nanny gets down to comfort you. “They are mourning the death of Tybalt. Go to your room, I’ll send Kai to comfort you. I know where he is.”

You look up through tears. “Please hurry and find him. Tell him to come and say his final good bye.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the church * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The priest leads the nanny into a bedroom. Kai lays on the bed, shirtless and bandaged.

“Nanny!”

The woman rushed to his side.

“Tell me about y/n. Where is she? Is she okay? What does my hidden wife say about our ruined love?”

“She doesn’t say anything. She just cries and cries. She falls down but when she tries to get up, she just calls your name and collapses again in tears.”

Kai has started to cry uncontrollably, “She calls out my name as if I were a bullet murdering her, just like her cousin.”

The priest shakes Kai, “I thought you were smarter and more rational than this! Your y/n is alive, you should be happy. Tybalt wanted to kill you, but you killed him. Be happy that you’re alive. You have been banished, not sentenced to death. Be happy about that. Your life is full of blessings.”

Kai has calmed down and the priest helps him get changed into a new white shirt.

“Go. Go to your wife and comfort her. Get out of here before daybreak. Good night.”

The priest ushers Kai out of the church and gives him one last handshake good bye. Kai and the nanny sprint towards the car.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the mansion* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dave stands by your father holding flowers awkwardly. Your mother comes down the staircase solemnly.

“She refuses to come out of her room.”

Dave replies calmly, “It’s understandable. These times of pain are bad for romance. Good night ma’am, give your daughter my regards.”

“I will. And I’ll find out what she thinks about marriage tomorrow morning but tonight she is shut up with sadness.” The three leave down the hallway.

* * * * * * * * * * In your room* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

You are softly crying into your pillow when you feel a hand gently touch your face. Your eyes dart up to see Kai standing above you. There’s a still moment of disbelief. Leaning down, Kai kisses away the tears that fall from your wide y/e/c eyes. Your lips find his and he gently sinks back into the bed with you.

* * * * * * * * * * Back in the living room* * * * * * * * * *

Your father sits reclined in an armchair. Dave and your mother sit opposite him. He whips himself in a drunken frenzy of excited thoughts.

“My sir, I’ll make a desperate argument for my daughter’s love. I think she’ll do whatever I say- no - I think she’ll do that and more. I have no doubt about it. Wait- what day is today?”

Dave answers, “Monday, sir.”

“I will talk to her tomorrow about marrying you on Thursday. Does that sound good to you?”

Dave tries to catch up, stunned at the suddenness. Your father eyes him.

“Sir- I wish Thursday was tomorrow. It sounds wonderful.”

Your father raises his glass to toast and they stand. “Well go home. Thursday it is then.” He turns to your mother, “Go see y/n to prepare her. Tell her to get ready for her wedding on Thursday.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Your room* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Morning time comes, shining light upon yours and Kai’s bodies tangles together. You lie blissfully asleep. Balthasar’s car quietly pulls into a side road near the estate. Sitting up suddenly, Kai wakes up remembering where he is. Sitting on the side of the bed he starts to get dressed. You silently wake up and climb onto his back, kissing him gently on the neck.

“You’re leaving already? The day has just begun.”

Kai turns and softly strokes your cheek. “If I want to live I must leave now, if I stay then I will die.”

You sigh in resignation. “You’re right, you have to go. Now leave before it gets any lighter!”

You frantically help Kai get dressed. You both freeze when there is an urgent knock on the door.

“Y/n!”

“Nanny!”

“Your mother is coming to your room!”

You hurriedly usher Kai out to the balcony.

“Good bye my love, one last kiss and I will leave.”

You caress his face and whisper. “Do you think we will meet again?”

“I have no doubt.” Kai smiles up at you and heads down the wall.

You turn at your mother’s voice at the door. “Good morning y/n! Are you awake?” Your mother walks in right after you hastily flop back into bed. She crosses over to the window, opening the curtains to let light in.

“You have a caring father. He has arranged a day of joy to end your sadness. A day you did not expect and that I did not look for.”

You try to play along. “What day is that?”

Your mother takes a deep breath in. “You will be married to the handsome and charming governor’s son! You will go to the church and there become his wife.”

You are too stunned, “By Saint Peter he will not make me his wife!”

A look of fear crosses your mother’s face. “Here comes your father, tell him that yourself.”

Cadell with a whiskey glass in hand, barges calmly into your room. “Have you told her what we have decided?”

“Yes, but she refuses to and says thank you. I wish the foolish girl was dead and married to her grave.”

Your father becomes dangerously calm. “How could she refuse? She should be grateful and proud of the match we’ve made. She’s not worthy of the gentleman.”

“I am not proud of what you have decided for me. I am thankful that you tried. I can’t be proud of something I hate, but I can be thankful it was done out of love.”

He thinks for a moment, then throws his glass across the room, shattering it against the wall. “You are a spoiled little girl and not really showing me any pride or thanks. You are going to get married to the governor’s son on Thursday. I will drag you there if I have to.”

You try to move into the hallway but he grabs your shoulders, shaking you.

“Please listen to me...” you beg.

“NO! You will not speak back to me.”

Your father throws you to the ground and you sob. His hand slaps you across the face.

“Are you insane?!” Your mother retorts and he responds by backhanding her face.

“You disgust me y/n. My worthless daughter!”

The nanny gets between you and your father. “God bless her! You are wrong to berate her like that!”

Your father now furious, shoves the nanny aside and grabs your face up. “I’ll tell you what- you WILL get married at that church on Thursday or you will never show your face to me again. I will disown you and you can die on the streets, I swear to god!” He storms away down the stairs while you lay huddled on the floor.

“Mother, please don’t disown me! Delay this marriage as long as you can or I will kill myself!”

She looks at her lip in the mirror and speaks softly. “Don’t talk to me because I will not say a word. Do whatever you want, I don’t care anymore.” Your mother turns and leaves.

You beg your nanny, “Please nanny! Tell me how I can stop this!”

The nanny doesn’t respond and sits in a heavy silence, moving towards you.

“Please give me words of comfort!”

“Listen to me, I think it would be a good idea for you to marry this man. Malachai has been banished and can’t return unless he is undercover. I think you could be happy with the governor’s son, you are no use to Kai anyway.”

You stay still. “Do you honestly mean this?”

“I do.”

You decide to play along, despite the pain of faking. “You’ve comforted me a lot nanny. Tell me mother I am going to the priest to confess and be forgiven for angering my father.”

“Alright, I will. That’s a good idea.”

* * * * * * * * * * At the church* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The priest stands at the front of the church with Dave talking about what will happen on Thursday.

“Her father wants us to rush and be married very soon.”

Just then you walk into the church, not expecting to see them there.

“Look! There is the woman who is my wife!”

“That might be the case sir, after I’m married.” You respond icily, one hand hidden resting on a pistol.

“That ‘might be’ will be on Thursday.”

“What must be will be.” You walk down the isle coolly.

The priest states, “That is a certain truth.”

“Did you come here to confess?” Dave inquires.

“If I answered that question, I’d be confessing to you, Dave.”

You and the Father turn to leave and Dave starts to excuse himself. “Y/n, I will marry you early on Thursday morning. Until then, good bye.”

You give him a stone cold glare as he leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“Keep this kiss, and goodbye for now..”

As soon as Dave left, you stormed into the backroom, the priest following your lead. “Y/n, I already know about your sad situation.”

“Tell me how I can prevent it, Father.”

“I’ve heard you must marry a man on Thursday and that nothing can delay it.”

“If you’re so smart but can’t help me, then you will call my solution smart and I’ll solve it by myself.”

You pull the gun out and point it at your head. Horrified, the priest moves to stop you but you panic and point the gun at him.

“Hold on, y/n!” He holds out a soothing hand. “I have an idea. But we must act boldly because the situation is so desperate. If you’re so desperate you would kill yourself instead of marrying Dave, then you must be desperate enough to try something similar to death to solve this problem. Come with me to the greenhouse.

You obey, eager and desperate to try anything on the face of the earth to be with your love.

The priest holds up a little vial with a blue liquid in it. “When you are in bed, drink this. The sleep inducing drug will run through your veins and stop your pulse. Your body will turn cold, you’ll stop breathing and you become so pale, your family and Dave will think you are dead. You will stay like this for 42 hours and then you’ll wake up like you’ve only been sleeping. They will take you to the family vault. I will tell Kai about the plan and he will come to you and take you far away.” The priest cautiously hands you the vial.

* * * * * * * * * * * * Later that night* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

At a trailer park out of town a mail truck pulls up to a bland looking trailer. The mail man knocks loudly at the door with the letters from the priest. Kai is too busy with his headphones to hear the knocking. The mail man shrugs and slips a ‘WE CALLED’ note under the door.

* * * * * * * * * * * * The Cadell mansion* * * * * * * * * * * *

It is the night before the wedding and you stand in front of a mirror. Two od the maids hold up your wedding dress, fussing over which shoes match the best. Disinterested you point to a pair and satisfied, the maids leave.

“Nanny will you please leave me alone tonight?”

“Why?” The nanny asks as you guide her to the door.

“I have to say a lot of prayers so the heavens will bless me. You know I am troubled and full of sin.”

The nanny leaves, shutting the door. Confident that you are alone, you rush to the bedside table and pull out the glass vial.

You whisper, “What if this mixture doesn’t work? Will I be forced to marry Dave?”

You cautiously begin to unscrew the tiny black lid. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. You palm the vial and turn to see your mother walk in.

“Do you need my help?”

“No, we’ve already figured out what I’m wearing tomorrow. So if it’s okay with you, I’d like to be alone now.”

You slip into bed and your mother sensing your unease nods. “Good night then.”

“Good night!” Your words surprise her and she smiles, closing the door. “There’s a slight cold fear running through me. I have to go through with this.”

You bring the vial to your lips and toss your head back. You have a sudden violent convulsion and then collapse backward, face painted with fear.

It is morning time, the sun light shines down on an ambulance and police cars in front of the house.

One of the medics speaks over the radio. “Drugs?”

The second medic responds, “Yes, a deadly amount. She overdosed.”

The family numbly enter the house again, wedding decorations mocking their pain. The priest enters your bedroom, kneeling by your side and quickly checks your pupils. He pockets the vial and looks toward the undertaker.

“She is ready to go to the church.”

The man dressed in black nods. “We will take her to the Cadell vault.”

Balthasar, hearing the news of your death, rushes away to tell Kai.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the trailer park* * * * * * * * * * * *

Kai is sitting at his table, writing in his notebook, still not paying attention to the ‘WE CALLED’ card. Balthasar’s car speeds to a stop in front of the trailer and an excited Kai rushes out.

“What is it Balthasar?”

Balthasar is too stunned to speak.

“Did you bring me the letters from the priest? How is y/n?”

Balthasar does not know how to word what he has come to tell Kai, and looks away. “She’s not well, she lies dead in the Cadell vault.”

For a long moment, Kai is still and when he speaks, his voice is chillingly calm. “Is it really true?”

Balthasar nods. Kai turns and stares out into the distant wasteland.

“Then I hate the stars!” he moves to the car. “I have to see her tonight.”

Balthasar tries to hold him back, “Just wait-”

“Leave me alone!” Kai roars, pushing him against the car.

“You look pale and wild as if you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Well, you’re wrong. Leave me alone. Do you have a letter from the priest?”

“No I don’t.”

Kai shakes his head and smiles, “Nevermind. I’ll go see her tonight.” Kai hops into the passenger seat and Balthasar reluctantly gets behind the wheel. The car roars out of the park and Kai silently whispers, “I am coming to be with you tonight, y/n.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * At the church* * * * * * * * * * * *

The priest speaks into a phone, concerned. “Did Malachai get my letter?”

The mailman responds, “No. He didn’t answer the door.”

The priest hangs up the phone and looks at the time. “I need to get to the vault, y/n will be waking up withing an hour.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * At the cemetary* * * * * * * * * * * *

Balthasar’s car pulls into the cemetary’s driveway and Kai hops out.

“Give me your flashlight.” Opening the trunk he pulls out a crowbar.

“Kai just listen to me.”

Kai turns around a punches him hard causing him to fall down, blood spilling from his nose. “Go and stay away from me or I will tear you apart!”

Balthasar rises slowly, both boys are trying not to cry.

“My plan is wild and savage, more fierce than a starving tiger.”

“I will go and leave you alone.”

Kai smiles and the boys hug. “Go live and be happy, good bye my friend.”

They part ways and Kai goes to the mausoleum, starting to pry the door open.

“You horrible mouth of death. You’ve taken the most precious girl on earth away from me. I will tear your jaw open.”

Kai grunts and with a final heave, the door scrapes open. All is silent inside, flickering candle light the hallway.

“Despite my hatred for you beast, I’ve come to give you another body.”

Roaming the hallway he finds your coffin, collapsing to his knees he cries out. “Oh! How often are men happy before they die!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * Outside the mausoleum* * * * * * * * * * * *

The priest thumps the steering wheel in frustration as he slowly pulls into the graveyard. “I am afraid something terrible is going to happen.” The priest shakes his head in horror seeing the vault’s door broken open.

* * * * * * * * * * * * Inside the mausoleum* * * * * * * * * * * *

Kai pushes aside the lid and kneels by your figure. Moonlight streams in, lighting your beautiful face as you sleep.

“Oh my beautiful wife! Death has sucked the life out of you but it did not take away your beauty.” Unconscious tears fall from his eyes as he continues, “Ah y/n, why are you so beautiful? Should I believe death has fallen in love with you and he keeps you away from me? I hate that death, so I will stay with you and never leave this vault! Let me kiss you one last time!”

Kai kisses your lips one last time. Your hand twitches but he doesn’t notice. He pulls out a vial of poison he stole and drinks it quickly. He convulses and falls, his head resting on your body. Kai fights for breath and you wake up, becoming aware of Kai.

“Kai? Is that you?” You sit up and cradle his head in your lap.

His clear wide eyes stare back up at you but he is unable to move, save for his weak breaths. You find the vial in his hand and start to cry.

“He drank it all and left none for me. I will kiss his lips, maybe there is some poison still on them to make me die with him.” You delicately kiss Kai on the lips. In a broken hearted whisper, “his lips are still warm.”

Desperately you both cling to each other. With all his might, Kai whispers, “Thus, with a kiss I will die.”

His breathing stops, there is only silence from him as you sob, hugging his lifeless form.

“Malachai, oh my sweet Kai.” You look to the gun in his jacket.

* * * * * * * * * * * * Outside* * * * * * * * * * * *

The priest hurries to the entrance of the vault when a gunshot rings out.

“God have mercy! Y/n? Malachai?”

His breath escapes him, coming upon the tragic scene. There, under the statue of Saint Peter, lie Kai and y/n. United again in death.

THE END!

#kai parker x reader #kai parker #kai parker fanfiction #romeo and juliet #tvd fanfiction

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whirlybirbs · 4 years

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okay.. but how does nyx react in meeting ru for the first time??

“And who,” the words are broken by a warm laugh, “is this?”

Nyx doesn’t know what he loves more -- you, gentling guiding a young, bright-eyed youngling his way, or the aforementioned bright-eyed youngling’s toothy smile being shot right up at him.

Either way, the usually gruff and rugged clone commander melts at the sight of the child, who seems to stick to your side like glue.

The commander kneels, without prompting, and tucks his helmet beneath his arm as he does so -- his hair is a mess and the light of the training hall make his tattoos stand out as they crawl down his neck, retreating into his blacks. Nyx is the one who juts a hand out, formality forgone for a friendly attitude.

“Hi.”

“Nyx,” you says sweetly, “This is Ru’kali. She... is my new Padawan.”

His face falls -- but only to be replaced instantly with awe.

“A Padawan?”

Ru gives an eager nod. She reaches out and shakes the Commander’s hand as he laughs, smile turning to pin you straight in the heart with happiness. He’s proud of you, you can tell -- it’s the glimmer in his eyes that says it. You know him well enough that words aren’t needed.

“You can call me Ru.”

“Ru.” Nyx sounds it out, features set instantly in something fatherly and fond, “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, you know.”

Ru immediately grows flustered and drops her eyes, toeing the ground and laughing. “Thank you.”

“Ru,” you call softly, hand on her shoulder, “Why don’t you go see what the others are up to, yes? I’m sure Grim has told them all about you already.”

She obeys wordlessly, only giving Nyx a small wave before she turns the corner of the hallway and disappears towards the observation deck where half of the squad is watching the others run drills.

The Commander stands, cocking a hip and swatting at your arm. “When I asked about kids, I didn’t mean now --”

“Shut up,” you croon, laughing and moving to slip into a tight hug. It radiates pride and love and affection and you giggle into Nyx’s neck as he spins you around.

“I’m proud of you,” he says finally, setting you down and planting a sturdy kiss on your head -- there’s weight there, slowing his words down as he speaks them into the crown of your head. He watches you, then, smile like sunshine, “And, you got a cute one.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, laughing a little, “She’s shy.”

“Very shy.”

“But, she’s warming up,” you pat his hand, taking it into your own and giving it a squeeze, “And you laid it on thick.”

An amused shrug. “I can’t help it. I am gonna be her favorite, I’ve already made that my one goal in this life.”

“Oh my goodness.”

#talon squadron #heheheheh ru baby girl #NYX LOVES HER #broken orders

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ablogofthecriminalmindsvariety · 4 years

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Okay! That's fine with me. I was thinking maybe some Dad! Hotch? Like the team sees how he interacts with Reid like a father does with his son (i.e he fixes up Reid's hair, his clothes, makes sure he's eating enough and ruffles his hair whenever he does a good thing) and the team are just like squealing (minus Rossi and Morgan) at the cuteness. Then one day, Reid and Hotch didn't come in and the team was worried so they decided to go to Spencer's place and when they came in they see Spencer on the couch in his PJs and a blanket. Apparently Hotch went to check on him and found that Spencer was sick so he decided to help him get better quicker.

I got this request messaged to me and I loved it, so here it is!! Thanks to the lovely @askrosemarymckneal for sending in the prompt!

Very vague end of season 2 spoilers at the very beginning.

It was no secret that Spencer didn’t have a strong father figure in his life. His own father had left him when he was young. Then he’d gone and gotten attached to Gideon, but that didn’t work out either. Hotch had been there since the day he started working, but he hadn’t really swooped in to begin with. His approach, for the longest time, had always been sort of subtle. A gentle nudge in the right direction, a pat on the shoulder when he did a good job, an occasional tidbit of advice. That had been how things were for a while.

And then Gideon went awol, and their dynamic started to shift. Gentle nudges in the right directions turned into rather dad-like advice. Pats on the shoulder turned into hair ruffling. Occasional tidbits of advice turned into making sure he was eating and sleeping enough. With anyone else, it might have bothered him. But with Hotch, he found there was an air of comfortability and naturalness to it. Looking back, the dynamic had always sort of been there. Probably had a helping hand in why the shift had been so natural to the both of them.

The team thought it was cute when Hotch would reach over to straighten his tie, tighten the knot. Smooth out a wrinkle in his shirt. Make sure he ate something for breakfast. Ruffled his hair. Made sure he brought a jacket with him if they were somewhere cold. All the fatherly things that a dad would do for his son. JJ and Garcia openly commented about it to him, said it was cute. Prentiss teased him about it, though she clearly thought it was cute too. He’d even caught smile’s on Rossi’s and Morgan’s faces when they caught glimpses, though they never outwardly said anything.

He’d been feeling off for a few days now, since the last few days of their last case. His sinuses were clogged and he had a headache that had steadily grown stronger as the days went on. The lack of sleep probably wasn’t doing him any favors either. He wasn’t terribly surprised when he woke up, the day after finishing a case, feeling even worse, his stomach churning shortly followed by a recap of last night’s dinner.

He stayed crouched on the tile of his bathroom floor for a little while before finally mustering up enough willpower to move onto the couch, fully intending to send a text to his superior and then taking a nap. It seemed his body had other ideas, and before he got the chance, he was soundly asleep, sprawled out on his couch.

He woke up some time later to the sound of keys in the lock. He wasn’t concerned, there were only two people in the world that had keys to his apartment. One didn’t particularly matter anymore, and the other was Hotch.

He figured it was probably Hotch.

“Spencer?” It was Hotch.

“In here.” He called. He didn’t even care about the fact that he was wrapped up in a pair of old ratty flannel pajama pants and an old college sweatshirt of his. He was a little relieved that he had company, as a matter of fact. Being sick and alone was no fun.

There was a thud thud thud of his footsteps before he appeared in front of him in his living room. “I knew it.” There was a hand pressed to his forehead now. “You’re running a fever.” He commented.

“Cold, though.”

“Think you’ve got the flu, Spence.” The hand slid down his face to cup his jaw, calloused fingers dragging across his cheeks as Hotch looked into his eyes.

“What’re you doing?”

“Checking.”

“What exactly?”

“Your eyes.”

“Oh.”

“You need some water.” He stepped back. “Lay down, yeah?”

“Alright, alright.” He shifted into a lying position, his knees tucked up against his body and his head pillowed on his arms. He was vaguely aware of a blanket being draped over him and then footsteps were heading away from him, in the direction of his kitchen. He returned shortly with a glass of water, some crackers, and what appeared to be a bottle of tylenol.

“Here, you should take this. And eat a few of these. They’ll help settle your stomach.” He crouched down in front of him. “C’mon, Spence. Pick your head up, hm? Little water. A pill.” He tapped him on the cheek.

He was out of it, sick, tired, and any other time, he might have protested how the older man was essentially babying him.

Presently, though, he didn’t really care. He was just happy not to be alone. He begrudgingly sat up, taking a sip of the water, eating a cracker, swallowing a pill.

“There you go. Here, scoot.” He waited for him to scoot over on the couch before sitting down, not saying anything when Reid let his head rest on his thigh. Just silently combed his fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.

A little bit later, he decided that Reid should probably eat something of sustenance, carefully got up so as to not wake his sleeping companion and went to search through cupboards for a can of soup or something that you might give to someone who was sick.

While he was in the kitchen, the front door swung open, none other than Rossi and JJ. “Kid?”

His eyes fluttered. “Hi. You too? Already got Hotch.”

“The boss is here?”

“Somewhere. Maybe he left. Dunno. Why’re you here?”

“You didn’t show up, we got worried. Hotch wasn’t at his place, so we thought he’d be here.”

“Which I am.” He stepped back into the room, a steaming bowl of soup in hand. “And if you would have been patient, I would have told you I was taking a personal day. Or bothered to call. Is there something important going on that I need to be informed of?”

“Um. No sir.”

“Anything else, then?”

“No, sir.”

“Then I think you should be back at work, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do, sir.” They headed off soon thereafter, and of course, informed their colleagues of what had been happening, but what could be expected?

Not that either Spencer or Aaron cared. They’re gotten past a point of caring. It just was what it was.

And if that was them being father and son, so be it.

#reid #spencer reid #hotch #hotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch #aaron hotch hotchner #criminal minds #jennifer jj jareau #jj #jj jareau #jennifer jareau #jareau #mine #my writing #criminal minds fics

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mytwilightimagines13 · 4 years

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Amnesia (Book one, part twelve)(Alec Volturi)

“Be careful out there, mio caro.” Agnella said as she pulled Maeryn into a close hug. Maeryn answered Agnella’s embrace, knowing it would be the very last time. “I will Agnella. I promise.” Maeryn said before slowly letting go, feeling the tears burn behind her eyes. Adolfo quickly pulled the girl into a tight embrace, feeling sad but proud at the same time of Maeryn. Adolfo gently kissed her forehead in a fatherly way before letting her go, without him knowing would be forever. Alec watched the scene play while waiting with Maeryn’s and his suitcases. A slight pang of guilt filling his stomach. He knew she was giving up her new family for his. But at the same time, he felt impatient. He knew he would have to wait a little longer, yet he felt very impatient. He wanted to protect her. Every day they spend with her being a human, it was a day closer to a possible human death. Alec got pulled out of his thoughts when Agnella pulled him into an embrace. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Alec patted her back slightly. “Have fun. And take care of each other.” Agnella said as she released him. Alec nodded his head. “Don’t worry. I will take care of her.” He said as he gently wrapped his arm around Maeryn’s waist. “Have fun! See you in two weeks!” Agnella said as Maeryn and Alec made their way towards security. Maeryn quickly wiped a tear away, but Alec had seen it. “Are you alright, amore mio?” he asked while he gently stroked her cheek with his hand. Maeryn nodded her head. “Yeah. It just hurts, saying goodbye knowing it will be the last time.” Maeryn explained. “But I know it needs to be done before I welcome my new life.” Maeryn said as she gently pecked his lips quickly. Alec smiled. “Come on. We have a holiday to go too.” He said as he grabbed her hand into his and went through security. The airplane trip had been quite annoying for Alec, as the couple was in a quite packed airplane and the man next to him annoyed him by flirting with his mate. Alec growled lowly as the man next to him offered Maeryn a drink once more. Mearyn smiled politely yet felt also quite annoyed. “No thank you.” She replied as she felt Alec’s annoyance increase. She gently placed her hand over his cold one, trying to calm him down slightly. Alec sighed softly and lifted the armrest that kept him and his mate separated. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face into her neck, taking in het sweet scent. It calmed him down but also made the fire in his throat burn fiercer. Mearyn smiled and let him calm down while she continued reading her book. She had always loved reading, but ever since she met Alec her love for books had increased. Sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep, he would read to her. Many books where written many centuries ago and Alec helped her to understand the use of the old English language. “Next time we are going on a holiday, we are taking the private jet.” Alec murmured in her neck. Maeryn giggled softly. “Only an hour left. Hang in there.” She whispered back to him. The reason why they flew with a commercial airplane was due to their story that they had told to Agnella and Adolfo. Alec and Jane where adopted by Heidi’s parents, who had sadly passed away. But the parents had left enough money for them to continue their educations and live in the village. Of course they didn’t have enough money for a private jet. So to keep the story plausible, they were traveling by commercial jet. “I know, but this is still a pain to endure.” He whispered back into her neck. “I know.” Maeryn replied, but truth be told she didn’t. Well at least not yet. “Hmm.” Alec said against her neck, with a slightly naughty idea in his head as he gently started to nibble on her neck, making sure his fangs wouldn’t pierce her delicate skin. Maeryn gasped slightly and immediately froze in her seat. Alec smirked and ran his cold tongue across her vein in her neck. Maeryn bit her lip and her grip on the book tightened. Alec felt quite satisfied and placed once last kiss on her neck before moving away, a small grin playing around his lips, while a bright blush was displayed on Maeryn’s cheeks and her heartbeat had increased. Maeryn’s blush still remained on her cheeks when Alec and her had gotten into a taxi that drove them to the very far and almost inhabited part of the island. The taxi stopped infront of a small house. It was two stories high and was white, just like all the other buildings on this island. It had a white roof and on the second floor was a balcony. In the backyard of the house was a swimming pool and a small path down towards a small private part of the beach, barricaded off by black, volcanic rocks. Alec paid the driver and carried both their suitcases inside the house. Maeryn followed him and found that inside was as beautiful yet simple as the outside. The first floor had a kitchen and a living room, both open as one space. Upstairs was a master bedroom where the balcony was, a bathroom and a walk in closet. Alec placed Maeryn’s suitcase onto the bed and walked towards her, pulling her close in his embrace. “I’ll be back soon. I’m going to hunt. You can go unpack. I believe there is some food and beverages in the fridge.” He whispered as he pecked her lips gently. Maeryn smiled and looked into his almost onyx like eyes. “Alright. Be careful.” She replied. Alec smiled and pulled his hood up as it was very sunny outside. “Always am.” He said before jumping off of the balcony and disappearing into the shadows. Maeryn sighed and started to unpack her suitcase as well his. Afterwards she went for a nice and relaxing bath in the bathroom, making sure to shave and smell nicely. After washing she continued to stay in bath and read her book, not noticing Alec’s return. A gentle knock brought her back to reality. “Maeryn?” Alec’s melodic voice came through from the other side of the door. “Yes. Sorry, I was reading. I will be there in a minute.” She replied while getting out and drying herself off. “No rush, amore mio.” He replied while he laid down onto the bed, waiting for Maeryn to finish. Maeryn quickly put on a summer dress and brushed her hair and teeth before braiding her hair in a loose braid. Maeryn watched her own reflection in the mirror and felt satisfied enough with the result. She would be going to bed soon anyway, so make-up was not needed. Maeryn unlocked the bathroom door and walked towards the bedroom, finding Alec reading. He looked up and smiled. Maeryn smiled back and sat down next to him in the bed. “How was your hunt?” Alec shrugged his shoulders and placed the book on the nightstand beside him. “Not that interesting.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed her onto his lap. “Actually quite boring. You weren’t hunting with me.” He whispered as his lips found her neck. Maeryn blushed and bit her lip. “Only a month and a half to go.” She replied. “I know. But even though I have lived for a thousand years, those month and a half feels like eternity.” He replied, leaving small butterfly kisses up and down her neck. Maeryn giggled. “You are quite and impatient man.” She replied. “Impatient. Selfish. All of that. But mostly possessive.” He replied growling playfully into her ear. Maeryn giggled once more. Alec smirked against her neck and quickly found her lips with his own. Maeryn smiled and replied his kiss immediately. Sadly, he broke away soon enough looking into her gray-green eyes with his now bright burgundy eyes. “Come on. I’ll cook you something.” He said as he picked Maeryn up bridal style and make his way towards the kitchen. Maeryn wrapped her arms around his neck. “You know how to cook?” She asked surprised. Alec smiled sheepishly. “Master Aro thought me a few recipes before we came here. Don’t spread this around but, he loves cooking.” Alec said. Maeryn laughed softly as the image of a cooking Aro came into her head. But on the other hand, she found it also plausible to believe. In the end, Alec’s cooking was quite delicious. He had made her a simple pasta salad with a glass of red wine, while he sipped onto a small class of human blood. Strangely enough it didn’t make Maeryn feel nauseous, however, she concentrated on her food more than concentrating on Alec drinking his blood.

#alec volturi #imagine #volturi imagine #twilight imagine #twilight #volturi

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kpopmalereader · 5 years

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new, pt.1 ; nct

• summary: you’re going to be the second japanese idol debuting under sm and can’t speak korean very well, so you’re insanely nervous and shaky about meeting nct and then debuting as the youngest member • pairing: all! • word count: 2219 • to do

new ; pt.1, pt.2

You hold your hands behind your back, trying to hide the very obvious shaking. Your manager and translator talk in hushed voices near the door. You breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, waiting for anyone to break the quiet.

“Ready?” One of NCT’s current managers asks, smiling brightly in the hopes of easing your nerves.

You nod instead of using words, too scared of your voice cracking and betraying your calm exterior that’s already slowly deteriorating.

The manager with the kind smile opens the door slowly, gesturing with one of his hands. “Go ahead.”

You desperately turn towards your translator, wide eyes and pursed lips showing how truly terrified you are.

“It’ll be okay, they’ll all love you.” They speak in your native tongue in a hushed voice, leaning close as if anyone else would be able to understand. “Would you like me to go in with you?”

“I’ll have to do this eventually, right?” You speak in broken Korean, pushing past the difficulty.

“Smart kid.” The other manager nods and tries their hardest to give a supportive smile.

You steady yourself as best you can, clearing your throat once. The clock behind your head ticks much louder than it did before, time seeming to pass too slow and incredibly too fast at the same time. You wonder if there is super glue on the handle as you grab at it. And if you’re shoulder became dislocated during your previous conversation as you find yourself unable to rotate your arm. You take a shaky breath in and manage to turn the handle, hearing cliché ominous horror movie music as the door creaks open.

Dozens of eyes look up at you as you become visible behind the doorframe, each of them looking at you with varying levels of confusion, concern, hope, and worry. Your feet get caught on the rug as you shuffle in the room, shifting between examining everyone in front of you and staring at your own shoes.

The door shuts softly, and you can feel the worry from your manager and translator through the door. You find yourself wanting nothing more than to cop out and run back to them.

Just as you begin to question all of your life decisions, one of the members takes a few steps closer, smiling fondly despite you not having said a word yet. “Hello, my name’s Taeyong, it’s really nice to meet you.”

“You- Me too.” You nod as you speak, trying to make eye contact with him.

He smiles brighter and nods. “I know this can get overwhelming, but we’re all very excited to meet you and get to know you.”

You search for words to say in your head, wondering if even if you could find words to convey what you’re feeling if you should tell these complete strangers about it. Taeyong’s eyes turn gentle and he nods in understanding at your silence, glancing behind him.

“I know you have a translator, but if you’re ever away from them, uhm, this is Yuta.”

Yuta’s smile is different than Taeyong’s. Brighter. Like you are old friends and you just said a joke that was the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Not as fatherly or like a mentor, but someone you could stay up with during nights you can’t or don’t feel like going to sleep.

Yuta starts talking in Japanese, but in your effort to translate as much of the Korean spoken as possible, your shock in the language spoken causes the words to pass your brain, heading right out your other ear.

“What?” You whisper.

Yuta laughs lightly and gestures to himself. “I understand the language barrier and how difficult it can be first coming here, I’m the only Japanese member, but we have Chinese members and American members who all had to go through this too.”

“You’re Japanese.” You repeat, subconsciously taking a step closer.

“I am. I was born in Osaka; my nickname is actually the Osaka Prince.” He smiles and gives a half smolder.

You crack a smile and Yuta takes it as a personal victory, turning around to everyone else in the room. “This isn’t all of us, which I realize, sounds crazy, but we figured just introducing you to a couple at a time would help with the complete overwhelming feeling you probably have.”

One of the multiple members in front of you leans over to another and whispers something, causing him to hold up a finger, almost in warning. You tilt your head at them, but quickly becoming overwhelmed with what to do or say to the rest. You start to chew on your lip and hide your hands behind your back.

The one who did the whispering takes a step forward and smiles brightly, tilting his head to the side in mirror with yours. “Hello! My name is Haechan, but you can call me Donghyuck if you want.”

“I’m Y/N,” You dart your eyes around for a second and your eyebrows begin to pull together. “I don’t have another name- one that people call me?”

“Nickname?” Yuta asks in Japanese and translates into Korean when you nod.

“I don’t have a nickname.” You repeat.

“We’ll find one for you.” Jaemin nods and winks slightly as he leans into Jisung’s shoulder. “We can call you replacement youngest.”

You fiddle with your hands behind your back and squint slightly. “I’m younger-? Are you-”

Yuta raises an eyebrow and you shake your head slightly, thinking through your question.

“Are you upset that I’m younger?” You tilt your head and hope your meaning gets through. “That I took your spot?”

Jisung smiles at you and glares at Jaemin, shaking his head in disapproval and as an answer. “No, I’m not upset or anything, he’s just playing around. I’m actually pretty excited that there’s going to be someone younger than me.”

Jaemin nudges Jisung’s side and winks, beginning to laugh when Jisung pushes him away with light pink cheeks and your expression turns questioning and you seem confused. You look up at Taeyong for answers to your silent questions and he smiles, choosing to ignore the two.

“Those two are Jaemin and Jisung is the youngest, and the only two you haven’t heard from yet are Mark and Johnny,” Taeyong explains, pointing to each.

“We’re both foreigners too.” The tall one, Johnny, gestures to the dark-haired boy beside him, Mark. “I’m from Chicago and he’s from Canada, so we both know how you feel with language barriers.”

You nod slowly and stand semi-close to Yuta as him and Taeyong walk you around the room, introducing you, getting to know you, and talking amongst each other and with you like they’ve known you your whole life. Yuta steps away for a little bit, talking and questioning your manager and translator outside the door, and leaves you to your own devices, after asking if it was okay.

You listen to the conversation between Mark, Jaemin, Jisung, and Haechan, just playing tennis with your eyes as you look between them when one starts talking. Haechan acts a bit more friendly than the others, pushing past the language barrier and the fact that you don’t know each other in strides. The others act friendly, but also a bit like you’re made out of porcelain. Haechan moves closer to you as he asks a few questions and you feel the urge to open up a bit more with him, recognizing something from earlier.

“What did you-” You hesitate but continue after he smiles and nods quickly. You make a gesture with your hand like you’re throwing something over your shoulder. “What did you say earlier to Mark?”

Haechan thinks for a second before smiling brightly. “Oh! I was just saying your smile was really nice, you seemed nervous and seeing you smile for the first time made an impression on me.”

Your ears go red as you nod and stare at the ground. “Oh… thank you.”

Yuta joins you two when he notices your blush, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing~” Haechan hums and winks at you, rejoining the conversation happening beside him.

You giggle and look up at Yuta, a tiny smile playing at your face. He nudges you with his shoulder and leads you to the other side of the room.

“So, everyone being nice?” He asks in Japanese, sitting next to you and gesturing to everyone across the room.

You nod quickly. “Yes, I did notice… I’m new still, so they didn’t joke with me as much. They’re tip-toeing.”

Yuta smiles and ruffles your hair gently. “They’ll get used to you and start acting like they always do. You’ll become quick friends with everyone.”

A few days later, after slowly getting used to the seven you met previously, you’re thrust into meeting even more people. You knew it was inevitable, but that fact doesn’t make you any less nervous. You pop your knuckles as you stand at the door, needing to do any kind of action besides running away.

Taeyong pats your back. “Hey, calm down.”

You nod and put your hands behind your back, though you’ve heard many times now that it doesn’t really hide your little movements. “I want them to like me.”

“They will.” Yuta leans over your shoulder. “And I’ll be in there with you.”

Taeyong smiles brightly and nudges you with his elbow. “Yeah, and he likes you more than he likes anyone else, he’ll fight them if they’re mean to you.”

You giggle softly when Yuta strikes a fighting pose.

The brief distraction from your impending doom is welcome but goes away again as Yuta and Taeyong strike up a conversation. You try your hardest to listen in on the backstories of the people you’re about to meet but can’t tear your attention away from staring at the door. You breathe in deeply and relax your shoulders when Yuta slings his arm around you. The seemingly simple movement helps to make the ground stop swaying and you’re more than eternally grateful for it.

You nod for him to open the door, knowing if you opened your mouth, your voice would crack and betray your fake-steady attitude. He opens it slowly and leads you inside, standing much taller and more confident than you.

“Jaemin and Haechan were right.” Chenle half-whispers, knowing full well you can hear him. “He’s really cute.”

You try to find a way to hide your bright red ears but can’t think of anything and instead slowly move closer to Yuta to hide. Jungwoo fights the urge to coo at you and, along with Taeil, steps up first.

“Taeil is our oldest, though he doesn’t act like it, and Jungwoo is one of our members known for cuteness, so you two have that in common.” Yuta nudges you and gestures to each.

“It’s kind of weird getting to know someone younger than Jisung, makes me feel old.” Taeil reaches his hand out to shake your hand and you oblige but turn to Yuta in a question.

“Hm?”

“Weird?” You repeat the word in Korean and shake your head. “I don’t think I know that one.”

Yuta translates and you feel a bit dumb on not knowing that word and it must show.

“It’s okay if you don’t know what some words are, you’ve only been learning Korean for a few months, right?” Chenle smiles brightly and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve been learning since 2016 and I forgot easy words all the time.”

“All I speak is Korean and I still get confused.” Jeno offers as you start introducing yourself and walk around the room. “Learning another language is really difficult, give yourself more credit. I don’t think I could tell you what weird is in Japanese.”

You say the word in Japanese without thinking, just trying to help him out. Jeno laughs softly and holds his hand over his heart.

“Thanks.”

Your cheeks join your ears in color, and you start to fiddle with your hands again.

“It was cute, I like how effortless it seems for you.”

You talk to everyone else in the room for a bit and after meeting Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Renjun, you and Yuta rejoin Taeyong in the hall.

“Are they always so…?” You push up your shoulders slightly in a silent question.

“Flirty?” Yuta asks and you nod slightly. “I think it’s just because you’re new and cute, but they might always be like that with you.”

“Now all you have left is meeting WayV and you’ll know everyone.”

You nod slowly. “Friends.”

“Yep, you’ll be friends with everyone after.”

“And once again, I’ll be with you to translate.”

“Who do I go to- if I need help- and you- if you’re not there?” You speak a lot more broken than you have been and physically take a step back. “One more time.”

They both give friendly smiles and nod for you to try again.

“If you’re not there, who do I ask for help?”

“Anybody,” Taeyong nods as he answers. “We might not understand fully but we’ll try our hardest.

“And if they don’t an answer you can ask me later. Everyone’s here to help.”

You nod and walk along with him, continuing to trail Yuta as you have been for the past week of knowing him.

#nct #kpop #kpop scenarios #nct x reader #male reader #nct imagine #nct scenario #kpop male reader #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader #nct male reader

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grouptalekindnesssoulstories · 4 years

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I was sitting in the shadow of the couch, my dark outfit lending me cover. I was stuck like this, and none of the others could see. Least of all, the side currently walking in. Roman was humming to himself, and I refused to come out. Unfortunately, he decided to fling himself onto the couch. I reached for the couch too late, and was tossed onto his shoulder. I froze, hoping he’d think I was some bug or something. He had an arm draped across his face, so I could get away clean if I was careful…

“ANXIETY! Did you conjure more of those ugly decorations to freak me out?” He yelled, reaching towards me. I scrambled away, making a leap just as his fingers brushed off his shirt. I made it back to the safety of the shadows. He huffed at my lack of answer and stood up to choose a movie. I took the chance to begin lowering myself to the floor. He was singing to himself as he flipped through them. Another set of footsteps started at the top of the stairs. I scrambled back up, wiggling into the crack. Not comfortable, but I didn’t exactly need to breathe. I recognized the eager footsteps as Patton’s and was relieved I was hidden.

“Another movie night? Should I get the others?” He asked, dropping blankets over the couch. There was a hum of approval from the creative side, and the steps retreated again. I poked my head out, seeing a blanket conveniently on the floor. I jumped into it, a soft thud the only thing indicating my presence. Princy was too busy picking a movie to notice. I ran under the couch as the quick patter of Patton and Logan’s precise footsteps came downstairs.

“I couldn’t find Virgil. He isn’t in his room, and there’s no sign of him” Pat said anxiously, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I wish I could be my normal size. I didn’t like disappointing the fatherly side.

“Ugh. DOOM AND GLOOM! You’re gonna miss out on Mulan! I picked it with you in mind” Roman called. I poked my head out, using a bit of my meager power to make my voice echo from somewhere else.

“I’ll be there in a minute. Just.. busy” The last word snapped back to my location as I ran out of power. I squealed and ducked back under the couch. The others accepted that as me doing something, so they started the movie. Logan was taking Patton upstairs after it finished when Princy got suspicious again.

“Where is he?” He mumbled, hurt.

“Oh, Princy… I’m sorry” I responded, not realizing he’d hear me. He dropped down on all fours, and reached a hand under the couch. I attempted to roll out of his reach, but his pinkie hooked on my hood. He automatically closed his hands and pulled me out. “Let me go!” I snarled, swinging around by one hand.

“Vir-gil?” His voice broke in confusion.

“Go away, I’ll be fine in the morning. I promise I won’t miss the next movie night” I snarled, crossing my arms. His eyes lit up at the subtle message and put me down on the table in the kitchen.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I don’t know, ok? I just.. Was normal than I wasn’t. Maybe Thomas did something? I have no idea”

“In that case, We’re both sleeping here tonight. A prince must protect his lov-lower class people!” He did his typical princy thing. I huffed, yet his hands were gentle as he scooped me up. He nestled me..almost carefully, in the palm of his hands. He made me promise to stay on the arm of the couch before running upstairs to find something to make it easy for me to sleep, He was trying hard to take into account that I may be normal sized by morning. Logan, being the observant idiot he is, came downstairs while I waited.

“Ah, Virgil. I was wondering where you got to. Please assure Patton you are ok in the morning” He continued passed me, adjusting his glasses after finishing speaking to me. I pulled my hood up, and shoved my hands into my pockets.

“Yea, whatever. Not like I was purposefully avoiding his company”

“I am aware, but it would still help you both. Sleep well” He went back upstairs, a glass of water in his hand. I was picking at the edge of my pants when Roman reappeared.

“Ta-da! A hammock! That way, you can sleep in anyway you’d like, but it is adapted to give away if too much weight is on it!” He showed me a bright hammock.

“Oh. Thanks, Princy. Roman. Thanks Roman” I blushed at the glowing smile he gave me. He lay down on the couch, putting the hammock in such a way that the table supported me, but I wouldn’t hurt myself falling on it. I climbed into it. He had forgotten about a blanket, so I just pulled my hoodie around me. I kept tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep. I finally gave up, and crawled to the couch. Roman was out cold, snoring quietly. I pushed one of his bangs out of his face, tucking it behind his ear with a smile. I put one hand on his shirt, focusing the little energy I had on changing it to his onesie. I toppled over as my vision swam. Princy had been shifting in his sleep, and his hand was underneath me at just the right time. I was crushed into his cheek, which I squirmed out of. I sighed and climbed onto his shoulder. I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat in its soothing, slow, steady way. . .

“Virg?” A voice woke me up. I groaned, rolling over. I felt the warm, squishy bed. I didn’t want to wake up. Even if I was floating. It did smell like Pattoncakes, though so maybe I��d get up. In five minutes. I was trying to go back to sleep when I remembered.

“Did it work?” I asked, before realizing what was going on. I groaned again, rolling to face Roman.

“Nope. How did you manage to get onto my shoulder?” He asked, setting me down. A finger poked my head thoughtfully.

“Logan, leave me alone. I’m not some experiment. I couldn’t sleep and your heartbeat is calming” I stood up, clenching my fists to keep myself from falling over again. I’d used far too much yesterday. Ro caught me as my body gave up. He offered me a small pancake, setting it next to me. He cupped his hands as he talked to the others. I started tearing off bites of the pancake, trying hard to focus on not passing out.

“We have a problem, Virgil is still small, and we have a video today. If I’m not mistaken, Thomas is setting up now” Logan stated. I shuddered at the thought of having to endure a video in my state.

“I’ll stay here to help him. You guys can handle this, we’ll be ok” Roman jumped in before anyone else could speak.

‘Or.. Deceit could take my place. That way, there’s still a balance. I can...I can help him” I pulled myself up against Roman’s fingers.

“No! Not happening” He pulled me to his chest, glancing around fearfully. I blinked away the dizziness.

“I agree. It would be horrible if I actually helped wouldn’t it?” The snake leaned against the counter. Patton wordlessly offered him a plate. He took it, and pulled a chair over.

“No. I’m not letting Virgil out of my sight if I don’t have to” He was stubbornly holding me away from my old friend.

“I’ll be in your sight. What do the rest of you say? Willing to let Dee help?” I glared at the prince, before sighing and sitting down at his concerned look. “Or not. Maybe it is best I sit this one out. Get some more sleep to get back to usual”

“Liarrr” The other side sang. I hissed at him through Ro’s fingers.

“We can handle this Virgil. Just get some rest!” Patton called, and I waved a hand in acknowledgment. The other sides sank out of sight, except Deceit and Roman.

“Dee, can… can you make sure my brother. My brother doesn’t show up? I don’t want Virgil getting hurt” Roman finally choked out. A quiet shift was all the warning I got before I was transferred to the gloved hands. I watched Roman leave too.

“Worried I’ll hurt you or take you back”

“A little, yea. Perks about being like this is that Princy will come and fight to get me back” I shrugged, leaning against his fingers. He sighed and brought me close to his chest. I hummed a thanks and shifted my weight to it. I dozed as he cleaned up the space, a quiet hissing of complaints whenever he thought I was asleep.

“You’re still here?” Roman asked a while later.

“What? Thought I’d go behind your back and hand him to your brother? Please, I don’t have that much of a death wish. Besides, I know… even if I’m still upset, he’s far too vulnerable like this”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad”

“I’m so honored” He handed me over, Roman’s warm hands soothing me more than Dee’s heartbeat had.

“Look at the Prince protecting the bad guy” I mumbled, mostly asleep.

“You’re not the bad guy. I love you too much to think that” was all I heard before I was fully asleep.

I woke to a bunch of fabric around me. I started freaking, trying to find a way out.

“Virg?” A sleepy voice came from somewhere above me. A hand entered, open for me to climb on if I wanted to. I grabbed onto it, scared. I was pulled out to see a very sleepy princy, wearing a reddish, white version of my hoodie. The Prince’s sash was across it. “Sorry, I thought this would be easier to carry you, and it’s familiar, sorta?”

“It’s..It’s ok. Just warn me next time. I thought.. I thought one of the others had me”

“I’d never let that happen. Here, want to sleep higher up?” He showed me an inner pocket, shaped like a hammock.

“Nah. I need something to eat”

“Oh, Pat left some leftovers. Hang on, they should be over here” He stood up, gently closing his hand briefly. He was digging in the fridge with his free hand when I got sleepy again. I felt him gently place me in the inner pocket, leaving the hoodie unzipped.

“Thanks Princy. You’re far too nice to me now”

“No, you’re just less snippy about it”

“Mhm. You just like me” His heartbeat sped up when he heard that. “...do you?”

“I uh.. I thought.. I thought you were just… playing hard to get…” He choked out.

“What?? I.. You like me?? Like, a boyfriend??”

“Yea, dark and spooky! I had a crush on you since the beginning! You were like, the darkness to my light, as sappy as that sounds”

“..oh. OH! Ima… Ima.. I dunno what ima do”

“Trust me? You seem to be getting color back, but it's still not affecting your size. I promise, no harm will come to you”

“Of course. You’re my knight in shining armor. Now be quiet and let me sleep”

#g/t #prinxiety #sympathetic virgil #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic logan #sympathetic roman

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writer-and-artist27 · 4 years

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Chocolate Seashell Ch 9 Preview

Because writing this has been distracting me all school day, and I have a midterm this Friday.

Time to get something out before this plot bunny kills my studying.

@wingbladeweaver1357, @langwrites, @owlsofstarlight, @fangoverdang. I can’t help but think of you four right now. I hope you don’t mind being tagged to this monster of a thing.

Edit: Oh, and @chiefladylightyay? Here’s more Ty bashing if you were looking for it. :p

Even in My Hero Academia, Tomo has baggage. Lots of it.

I think I should take this as a sign that I’m too stressed and needed the break.

Trigger Warnings are in order for panic attacks and implied past abuse.

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“HOSHINO-CHAAAAAAAN! LITTLE LISTENER! WAAAAAAAAAAIT!”

It took a lot to not flinch at the sound of Present Mic’s infamous voice, but even then, I found a squeak leaving my lips as the hallways quickly cleared for the Pro Hero. It didn’t even take a second for his yellow mane of a hairdo to come close to poking me once he skidded into view and I clutched my schoolbag to my chest. “M-Mic— I mean, Yamada-sensei? Um, hello! What are you doing?” left me in a flurry of squeaking, because it was not every day Present freakin’ Mic himself called for your attention.

“Calling out to you, little listener, what else am I doing!” He wasn’t even deterred by my high-pitched squeal, grinning like it was his birthday come early. “I finally found you!”

“F-For what?”

I was not expecting him to get in my face, grabbing my hands in his. Oh no. “How do you feel about joining my radio show tonight, little listener?”

It took about an extra second or so for me to realize my face was starting to heat up. “Wh-What? Me? Why me, Yamada-sensei?”

“Ohmigod, LISTEN UP, LITTLE LISTENER! MY REASONS!” Yamada-sensei pulled back just as fast as he had grabbed my hands, pointing a finger into my face. Was he angry? “One! You are absolutely adorable!”

Oh no. “Oh gosh no, Yamada-sensei, I’m not that…!”

“Hey, hey, LISTEN TO ME! Number two!” The finger in my face increased to two. “You have a lovely singing voice!”

“Th-Thank you?”

“AAAAAAND Number three!” There were three fingers in my face now. “You could definitely reach more people than the school if you perform on the radio with your singing! Maybe even,” he winked at me, what the heck— “reach a person you love?”

It took a second for me to realize my face was burning. “…Where did you hear that?” I said slowly, trying not to squeak at the last part because holy shit, did Yamada-sensei actually listen into my heartbeat or something?! “Because I thought I was a lot more discreet than that, Sensei.”

To my surprise, the big and boisterous grin on his face softened for something that I could only call “fatherly” as he reached over to pat my head. “Hoshino-chan. You take after me like Shinsō does Eraser. Why wouldn’t I know?”

The hallway seemed so much smaller and tighter once he said that. There was no missing the now obvious gold ring dangling around Sensei’s neck either.

Wait.

Aizawa-sensei had the exact same gold band around his neck on a string too.

The dots connected and my heart was racing.

Aizawa-sensei is married to Yamada-sensei, and now Yamada-sensei is trying to help me out.

He knows that I— that Shinsō might be—

The memory of short black hair and leering brown eyes flashed through my thoughts.

Ohmigod. Someone kill me.

My cheeks were on fire. “S-Sensei…” my voice cracked. “I-I, I-I dunno, I—” My throat was closing up, what was going on— “I—”

What was going on with me?

“Holy shit, Hoshino.” Present Mic is back as suddenly as Yamada-sensei was there, and he’s yelling something I can’t make out. Something like, “NOTHING TO SEE HERE,” before he was pulling on my arm and I was stumbling after him, clutching my schoolbag. “Are you okay with Midnight?” was running through one ear and out the other and I found myself blinking. When— when did I start tearing up? “We’re going to see Midnight for a little bit, kid, take deep breaths for me, okay?”

“K-Kayama-sensei is okay,” I somehow stuttered, but even when taking in a breath, it felt like my lungs were on fire, why was I acting like this? What was going on with me? My legs felt like stone, but I was still moving. “B-But, but, sensei?”

“Yeah?”

I should’ve said Kei’s name. Nii’s too, even. But instead, all my lips could flap was a meek and weak, “C-Could I see Aizawa-sensei instead?”

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Aizawa was not one to like getting called out of his class. Sure, Class A was filled with problem children, one after another, but that didn’t mean he liked leaving them unsupervised.

But when his own husband came through the door, an uncharacteristic stormy expression on his face, everything had to stop.

The students staying behind for remedial classes stared at the door like it was some kind of savior.

Aizawa put down his chalk to stare too. “What is it, Mic?”

Mic shook his head and walked over, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him into a side-hug of sorts to whisper vehemently. Aizawa probably would’ve shivered if not for the words Mic specifically said. “Hoshino’s outside the classroom door and in the middle of a panic attack. She asked for you.”

Aizawa jolts. The day had proceeded to devolve into a hot and burning fuck of a mess. “What the fuck did you do, Hizashi.”

“Tried the radio show proposal. Then I think I said something and she started breathing too hard.” Mic’s expression, while lovable, read clear panic and uncertainty. “She asked for you, Shouta. She asked for you.”

Aizawa shakes his head, feeling his cheekbones harden into that of his hero persona before swiftly turning to the students. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido all stare back at him in shock, having taken the time to huddle together in some kind of teenage talk. He barks as calmly as possible, “Study hall. I’ll be back. Mic’ll be watching you.”

“O-Oi—” But Hizashi isn’t complaining since the slight bit of shame shining in his eyes is enough approval for Eraserhead.

Aizawa steps out of the classroom and nearly slams the door behind him if not for catching a glimpse of the shivering girl standing in the hallway. For everything that she stood for in his students’ eyes, squirrel was not one of those things.

Hoshino Tomoko looked like she had seen a ghost. The blue hair ribbons framing her face barely seem organized with how they flopped forward to brush her slumping shoulders. Her head was down, but there was no mistaking her eyes. Her blue eyes were unfocused, the light in them nearly gone. Her school bag looked like a teddy bear in how tightly she was clutching it to her chest, and she was inhaling and exhaling deep enough to where she sounded like she was on a ventilator.

This was already delicate.

Aizawa was not good at delicate. Shinsō might’ve been, but he wasn’t here.

Still, Hizashi said she asked for him. For Shouta. So he could try.

Aizawa took a careful step forward, loud enough to let Hoshino know he was there. She absently raised her head, and then some kind of spark glowed in the blue eyes. “A-Aizawa-sensei…” then there are tears. She sniffles. “I-I’m sorry, I—”

He shakes his head, walking over faster to stand in front of her, kneeling slightly to be at her height. If not for her being in General Studies, she could’ve been another problem child. “You’re okay, Hoshino. Listen to what I’m saying, alright?” He waits for her to nod, and then Aizawa takes a breath. “Breathe in, like me.”

She does that. Shaky, but breathes anyway.

Aizawa holds his breath for a moment before letting it go, and this time he gives up any pretense of a tense Hero to hold a student’s shoulder. Her shoulder. “Now breathe out, like this.”

She does that too.

“Keep breathing with me, alright?” Aizawa keeps his voice soft and gentle. “Slow and deep.”

Hoshino does that, and with each breath, the light is coming back. With each gesture, she’s starting to look more like the Fairy his class paraded around and less like the squirrel he found, color returning to her face in the usual pink blush, and once the tears are gone, she blinks. “A-Aizawa-sensei, I—”

“Hey.” Aizawa squeezes her shoulder. She’s flinching, but he keeps her steady. “What happened? What did Hizashi say?”

Hoshino blinks at him. She could have resembled a frightened cat with the shocked face she was making. “I-It wasn’t Yamada-sensei,” she confessed, and it was as if someone had pressed the pause button with how her breathing had stalled. “I… I want to go to his radio show, but, but,” she puts a hand to her chest, over where her heart would be, to breathe out, “I’m worried about saying something wrong.”

“You don’t know what will happen until it does, Hoshino,” he says rationally, and Hoshino hugs her school bag tighter. “Something is hurting you more than this show.”

Hoshino flushes. The tears are back in her eyes, one very close to tipping past the corner of her eye and falling. “I-I’m afraid of hurting Hitoshi-kun, Sensei.”

Aizawa blinks. “Shinsō is part of the Hero Course now, Hoshino,” he says mildly. “He should be able to handle a simple radio show.”

Hoshino still fumbles with the straps of her school bag, and now she’s averting her gaze from him. “B-But, I know you’re raising him to be a good Hero, and, and—”

“And what?” Aizawa tries.

“AndI’mafraidofconfessingtohimifIreallydolikehimbecausehe’saHeroandhedoesn’thavetimeforlove!”

That… was a mouthful.

“I…” Hoshino could beat a cherry in how red she was turning. “Idon’tknowwhattodo.”

Aizawa blinks, mulls over the recent mumbles, and reaches over to rest his palm atop Hoshino’s head. “You love Shinsō.”

Hoshino flushes a darker red, but nods hesitantly.

“You’re afraid,” Aizawa deduces quietly, “of hurting his upcoming career and reputation if you say something wrong on Mic’s show.”

She nods again.

That left just one thing. “Why?” Aizawa says softly.

Hoshino looks away, ducking her head, and her hands shake. “B-Because, Sensei.” She stumbles, and this time that lone tear does fall from her eyes. “I hurt someone I loved before and I don’t want to do it again.”

Aizawa’s heard bits and pieces of this from Shinsō. Gekkō too even, when thinking back on it. Ty was one of many UA applicants this past spring, but for far too many reasons, he failed. Aizawa made sure of it before Hoshino even made it through UA’s doors. But this. This. It was the first time Aizawa could see the shadow of a lanky boy hanging over this girl, and he hated the look on her face from it.

Even after Shinsō had gotten the boy to punch himself, Ty was still here. Hoshino wasn’t truly free.

“Hoshino.” Aizawa didn’t know when one of his walls fell, but he was talking and he couldn’t stop himself. “There’s a difference between love and abuse. And the person you loved before clearly abused you.”

#chocolate seashell #hoshino tomoko #writing #fanfiction preview #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic #long post #shinsō hitoshi #alternate universe #my hero academia

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pokii-jonas · 5 years

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Accepting Deceit: Chapter 6

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SUMMARY:

Roman and Remy development happening, but is it for better or for worst? Virgil and Deceit are just overall cute and maybe we get a sneak peak into the next chapters to come?

Oh, and a bit of Logan 'angst' and Patton has a cool little power ;)

WARNINGS: swearing, feelings of guilt, sympathetic deceit, light angst

(PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT SOMETHING)

The kiss was simple. Passionate but gentle, sweet but short.

It wasn’t long before they were slowly splitting apart, eyes fluttering open to look at the other.

Neither felt pressure to escalate further, instead simply enjoying the closeness they felt. Enjoying the connection they had formed.

Roman and Remy, on the other hand, had a lot more to say.

Remy had immediately screamed in shock, however his face gave way to amusement.

“No. Fucking. Way!” he shouted, a huge smile on his face as he stared at Roman.

Roman could only stare up at the ceiling with his mouth hanging open.

“I… Did I just see that?” he finally asked, voice quiet as he tried to decipher the emotion bubbling in his chest.

“If you just saw one of your main ships sailing, then yes.” was all Remy said as he conjured a journal. He quickly wrote something down in it, then let it disappear again.

Roman sat stunned for a minute, letting the image settle in his mind. Of Deceit getting close to Virgil like that. At first, it simply made him uncomfortable.

Sure, he was willing to admit that he hadn’t acted particularly… princely, towards Deceit and was willing to at least attempt to be friendlier towards him. That doesn’t mean that he trusted him. He would still willingly use his sword on him. Only if necessary, of course.

Just as he was about to voice his opinion on the matter, he was suddenly bombarded with another thought.

‘Their ship name is Anxceit. That’s… actually not too bad.’

It was that simple thought alone that changed Roman’s mind all together. His opinion towards Deceit and Virgil’s new found fondness for each other quickly changing from that of distrust to one of understanding and excitement. After all, if the ship name isn’t bad, then how could the relationship itself be bad?

Not to mention… Remy seemed pretty excited...

“Anxceit… the ship is sailing.” he finally said, slowly letting it process. His face quickly changed into a wide smile as the words started to meld with his memory of them kissing.

“Anxceit. THE SHIP IS SAILING REMY!!!” he shouted, having finally found his full voice. He quickly shot up and jumped at Remy, tackling him into a hug.

Remy felt himself blush as he hugged Roman back.

Neither of them heard the tentative knock at the door, Patton and Logan having come to investigate all the shouting.

“Are you two fighting again?” Patton asked, fatherly voice coming out as he opened the door. Quickly, his parental appearance turned into that of a squealing child as he saw his two sons embracing and blushing on the floor.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Did you two finally tell each other?” he asked excitedly, happy for them to finally have figured out their true feelings for each other.

The two blushing messes looked up at Patton with equally confused and anxious looks.

“What do you mean padre?” Roman asked as casually as possible, still hugging Remy.

“Oh come on, you don’t have to pretend with me!” Patton said with a small whine and frown that quickly melted into another bright smile.

Logan gave a small cough and everyone turned to look at him.

“I suggest you two stop beating about the bush and simply tell us that you finally admitted your feelings towards each other.” he stated in his usual robotic tone, however his lips had curved into a slight smile.

There was silence for a moment before the two hugging men quickly jumped away from each other and started sputtering their denials and excuses.

“I- what do you mean by that? I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“What? I don’t know what you’re trying to insinuate! I mean, we were just…”

Logan raised his eyebrow and, effectively cutting off the nearly unintelligible tangents of the two, said, “What? Didn’t you two finally tell each other that you each hold a certain... infatuation with one another?”

Both Roman and Remy stared open mouthed at the logical side, unable to find words to deny what the other was saying.

At least, until Roman took notice of the wording Logan had used.

“Wait… Remy… Likes me?” he asked, his brain trying to form the words in his shocked state.

“Of course I do!” Remy snapped and all heads turned to look at the tense figment, his cheeks tinged red with embarrassment and anger.

Remy refused to make eye contact with any of them as he went to storm past Patton and Logan, both of them still standing in the doorway. He paused briefly next to the confused Logan.

“I thought I could trust you.” he said, walking out and slamming the door closed.

***

Virgil felt his pulse quicken at the same time Deceit felt his vocal chords lock up.

Something was wrong.

Destroying whatever moment they had just shared, they both jumped up and started to head towards Deceit’s television. They both felt it. Something was wrong and they were needed.

Before they took a step, Remy appeared and fell on the bed, arm draped across his eyes.

“You two split it up, I need to vent.” he said, voice lacking its usual pep and sass and instead giving way to the betrayal and sadness he felt.

While Virgil stood still for a second, shocked by the seemingly sudden and random appearance of the figment, Deceit jumped into action as though he were on autopilot. He made his way over to the bed and conjured a coffee, which he handed to the other as he sat down next to him.

“Is this common?” Virgil asked and Deceit shrugged his shoulders as he propped his arms underneath him.

“Maybe once a month or so.” he replied and Remy made a shushing sound.

“Don’t expose me more than I already have been.” he said, some of his sass back as he took a sip of his coffee.

‘Does that mean that Remy knew about Deceit’s issues and never told us?’ Virgil thought with a softly boiling anger.

Before he could say anything on the subject matter, Remy set down the already half drunk coffee and put his head down on Deceit’s lap as he curled into a ball.

Deceit started to brush his fingers through Remy’s hair and Virgil saw Remy’s shoulders drop and Virgil felt his own heart beat drop.

“Oh, you’re the one I was feeling.” Virgil mumbled, his anger temporarily forgotten. “Hmm, at, you were.” he added on as his heart started to pick up speed again.

Virgil closed his eyes and cleared his mind to allow the thoughts of whoever he was feeling to come through.

‘... oh god, he must hate me! there’s no way he actually likes me back and he just got mad at logan because of me and it’s all my fault…’

Virgil’s popped his eyes open and Roman’s thoughts stopped spinning through his head.

“Who is it?” Deceit asked.

“Roman.” Virgil said and Remy’s head popped up a little bit.

“Wh… What’s he anxious about?” Remy asked, his voice shaking a bit and Virgil felt his heart beat pick up even more from Remy.

“He… he thinks you hate him and-” Virgil thought a second, wondering if he should tell him. He sighed as he looked at the anxious Remy and continued. “And he’s concerned you don’t actually… like him back.”

Remy looked at Virgil with shock, before a huge smile grew on his face.

“That stupid idiot.” he mumbled, seemingly to himself, and he disappeared from the room quicker than a blink.

Virgil looked to Deceit and saw him looking at him with a mischievous grin forming on his face.

“What?” Virgil asked, cheeks flaring pink.

“We’re alone again.” he said, moving over on the bed and patting the spot next to him.

Virgil felt his face flush an even deeper color of red, but he slowly made his way over to sit next to him.

As Virgil sat down, Deceit wrapped his arm around him and Virgil leaned into the touch, shoving himself into Deceit’s chest and taking in a deep breath.

Deceit let out a small laugh and wrapped both arms around Virgil, pulling him closer to his body and let out a contented sigh as he felt Virgil snuggle further into him.

***

“Hey Ro, I made you some hot chocolate!” Patton said cheerily as he set the mug on the coffee table next to the sofa that currently held a disheveled Roman.

“Thanks Pat.” he said and Patton had to stop himself from reacting to Roman’s breaking voice.

“No problem, kiddo.” Patton replied instead and walked back to the kitchen.

“You do realize you can’t drown out your emotions with coffee, right Lo?” Patton jokingly said, despite his worry, as he walked in to see Logan drinking his fourth cup of coffee that day and adding more water to the kettle.

Logan gave a small frown and said, “Emotions? I am Logic, I don’t work the same way you, the others, and Thomas do.”

Patton felt his lips curl in on themselves as he tried to keep his emotions in check, knowing Logan only fought acknowledging his emotions when he was really upset.

Patton gave a small sigh. He was going to have to pry this time, knowing Logan wouldn’t open up unless forced.

Patton took a deep breath to brace himself and then slid off his glasses. Immediately, he saw world turn into blackness, excluding the bright green aura that was currently emanating from where he knew Logan to be standing.

Green, the color of guilt.

Patton, not bothering to put back on his glasses, ran towards the center of the green aura and, clumsily, wrapped his arms around Logan.

“Patton-” Logan exclaimed, startled.

“It’s not your fault!” Patton rushed, not letting Logan worm out of this conversation. “We both went in there and we both assumed the same thing. It’s not your fault that we guessed wrong!”

He felt Logan slump into his embrace just a little.

“He trusted me, Patton. He didn’t want anyone to know, least of all Roman, and I just used the information he trusted me with infront of him. He probably thinks I told you, too.” Logan finally opened up, holding back his tears.

Patton watched as the bright green turned into a turquoise as a blue hue of sadness filled it. This only cause Patton to hug him tighter.

He wasn’t afraid of squeezing Logan into feeling better if it came down to it.

Before Patton could fully comprehend what was happening, Logan had quickly turned around and burrowed his face into Patton’s neck. Patton felt tears spring into his eyes as he felt small droplets of water hitting his neck where Logan was.

“I-It hur-rts Pat-ton…” Logan got out between small, quiet sobs that shook his body.

“I know, mon étoile, I know.” Patton made out, not bothering to try and keep the tremor out of his voice.

He felt Logan breath out a small chuckle and Patton felt the tightness in his throat disperse somewhat.

“French?” he asked so quietly, Patton almost missed it.

“Yeah.” Patton let out with a little chuckle. “It’s about all I know though.”

“Hmmm.” Logan hummed thoughtfully. “Why would you only know the French word for ‘star’ though? I mean, it’s not exactly the most used word in the language.” he asked.

Patton felt his face heat up, not wanting to tell him that he only learned it so that he could call Logan it, but also not wanting to lie.

Thankfully for him, at that moment there was a loud crash from the other room and a small exclamation of surprise that was almost immediately cut off.

Logan jumped off of Patton and went running to the doorway. Patton, still mostly blind, clumsily made his way towards Logan’s turquoise aura as he fumbled with putting back on his glasses, not noticing the red-ish tinge that had started to color its edges.

As Patton made it to the doorway, glasses and sight returned, he couldn’t hold back a shocked squeal as he saw what Logan was now starring open mouthed at, though he noticed the small upturn of his lips.

On the couch sat Roman in the same position Patton had seen him last, however he was now adorned with Remy who sat straddled on top of him. Their faces were pressed tightly together in a passionate kiss, neither one of them seeming to want to break it off.

“Hey, Lo.” Patton whispered, grabbing Logan’s hand.

Logan turned his attention from the two enraptured souls on the couch to Patton, his face relaxed and a smile tugging as his lips.

“Let’s go to my room?” Patton said, tugging Logan’s hand lightly as he started to walk towards the hallway. Logan gave a small nod, letting himself be tugged along.

‘Qu'es-tu pour moi si je suis ton étoile?’ Logan thought as he looked at his hand still intertwined with Patton’s, the smile on his lips never leaving.

'qu'es-tu pour moi si je suis ton étoile?' = 'what are you to me if I am your star?'

okay, i think we're nearing the end of this?? Id say anywhere from 4-10 more chapters :D

also, sorry this is a bit shorter than usual, i just thought this was a nice place to end this :)

and i'm on christmas break for the next 2 weeks, so more updates most likely!!!

OH, AND I HAVE ANOTHER FIC UP RIGHT NOW THAT I'M GONNA BE UPDATING SHORTLY AFTER THIS IS UP!!!!!! :D :D :D

it's called Purrfectly Virgil and it's Virgil having come... feline qualities? ;P (Deceit is mainly just a morally neutral character for now, but i'm not sure what route it'll end up really taking :p )

check it out if you want!!! i appreciate the support guys! <3 <3 <3

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