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thegirlwhowrites642 · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on Ginny's relationship with her each brothers? (You can share your headcanons too)

(I know you are busy please answer this question when you have a free time no urgency here, your metas are worth the wait)

First of all, thank you <3

Now, let's get to the ask.

(Also, I found some very cool gifs so I gave an artistic twist to this analysis)

Bill starts to go to Hogwarts, and is therefore away from home nine months a year, not even a month after Ginny's birth. In a way, you could say that, just as Charlie, Bill is more of a glorified cousin than a sibling to Ginny.

Nevertheless, Ginny seems quite attached to him, and by the time she is fifteen, she has a realistic view of her brother.

In GoF, she defends his long hair against their mother, and she laughs at his antics with Charlie. In HBP, we all know how judgmental she is of Fleur because she doesn't think she really loves her brother, just like Molly, she is quite protective of him. Yet she is the only one that seems to understand clearly why Bill is attracted to the veela. Ron, a bit superficially, is simply focusing on Fleur's beauty, Molly views Bill as a down-to-earth guy and so thinks Fleur is not for him, but Ginny understands that Bill likes a bit of glamour in his life.

Also, Bill and Ginny are the two "cool" (and conventionally good-looking) siblings. I don't mean it as in my personal opinion, but for how they behave and are generally perceived by others. This is certainly a type of connection in their attitudes that makes it logical for Ginny to admire Bill. Yet, Ginny is already someone that keeps a lot of things to herself, and with what little time Bill spent at home since she was born, I have a hard time believing Bill would be someone Ginny confides in.

For my headcanons, I always imagined Ginny as Victore's godmother. A bit because I like the idea of Ginny and Fleur eventually becoming close, maybe Fleur taking the role of older sister Tonks seemed to have for her, but also because I simply liked the symmetry of Ginny being Victore's godmother while Harry was Teddy's godfather.

Also, I've always thought that despite being the oldest, he was pretty chill about Ginny dating. He just gives off those vibes, I don't really have anything to sustain it. It's just that he is in that spot where he's at home enough to not be too traumatized by Ginny growing up, but he's not around enough to have the fact that Ginny is dating constantly in front of him.

We don't really have any relevant interactions between Ginny and Charlie. Honestly, Charlie always seemed to me like a character that originally was meant to do more (the whole thing with the dragon in PS) but then just became a character JKR was forced to maintain despite having nothing for him to do.

Just like Bill, he is a bit of a glorified cousin more than a brother to Ginny. The difference between Bill and Charlie though is that Bill has a sense of responsibility towards his family that Charlie clearly doesn't have.

Ginny probably admired how unapologetic Charlie is about following his passion. She had to keep Quidditch hidden for so many years, and she probably hoped she would be able to confess her passion one day. Ginny, though, is also very family oriented, so it's not surprising that she seems to look up to Bill and not really to Charlie.

What may connect Ginny and Charlie is the fact that Ginny is an animals-lover and Charlie clearly loves dragons. It may be a direction Charlie pushed Ginny in when she was little.

I do headcanon that out of all the brothers it was Charlie the one that contributed the most to Ginny's admiration for the Boy Who Lived. He seems the one who would enjoy coming up with stories about a little hero defeating dragons and going on crazy adventures.

This one is really interesting.

Percy is Ginny's real older brother. I've talked before about how Percy is fundamentally the one with all the responsibility of the older brother but none of the glory, this happens due to his age gap of four years with Charlie.

Percy is the brother who notices there's something weird with Ginny during CoS, and at the start of PoA, we see them arriving at the station together. He definitely shows the typical approach of a significantly older brother who is used to taking care of his little sister.

Ginny, who in spirit out of all her brothers resembles the twins the most, finds Percy a bit... funny? Like when there's that scene with Penelope and Ginny shares a look with Harry, laughing together at her brother's behaviour. But, once again just like the twins, she also takes Percy's betrayal very strongly as we see from what happens at Christmas in '96. This is very telling of her personality for sure but also of how much Ginny cares about Percy. As much as they make fun of Percy, the twins are the closest in age to him and care a lot about him. Fred is the first to forgive Percy when he comes back.

This affection for her brother can be seen all the way back to the end of CoS, when Ginny asks the twins to not tease Percy after she revealed he has a girlfriend.

Ginny is not really someone who harbours resentment, especially towards the people she loves, so I have no doubt she didn't have any problem forgiving Percy after the war.

From the early books, I would have said that if there was a brother Ginny would go to for advice, it would have been Percy. But Percy does lose a lot of essential years of Ginny's life. He leaves home when she's a young teen and comes back to find a young woman. And I don't know if that's a gap that can ever be fully fixed. Harry does avoid Percy in the Epilogue, so I doubt he was often at the Potters.

Ginny's spiritual guides.

While she has far more compassion and general common sense than the twins, Ginny does resemble them a lot. We even know that when she's angry she sets her jaw in a way that highlights her physical resemblance to them.

She likes jokes like them and she uses her strong sense of humour to lighten up people just like the twins do. She also admires their determination.

Fred and George kind of take her under their wing in a way, but this is a vision created more by Ginny being younger than she actually ever acting as their helper. If you think about when she goes to them to solve Harry's problem with Sirius, it can be seen as them being her helpers. In short, there's simply more of a partnership. She definitely seems to spend a good amount of time with them. At Bill and Fleur's wedding, she even dances with their friend Lee, the implication being that they're quite familiar.

The twins are no better than Ron when it comes to Ginny dating. They do respect her strength far more than the rest of her family, though. They bring her with them at the Battle (even if I doubt there was any room for argument there) and they are the ones that tell Harry in OotP how powerful she is.

I've always imagined that after the war, it was Ginny the one who made George take the first step toward healing. After George, she was probably the one that missed Fred the most, if you can even compare that type of hurt anyway. Books in hand I would have said that Ginny became the closest sibling to George but Ron ended up working at the shop, so it was probably him eventually.

I'm really attached to Ron and Ginny's dynamic, probably because I have a brother close in age, and I think it should've had more space in the books. Honestly, someone can just give me the seven books from Ginny's pov?

With the obvious exception of the twins, Ron and Ginny are the closest Weasley siblings in age. And while Ginny is very attached to the twins, when it was only the four of them at home, it's pretty easy to imagine that Ron and Ginny ended up teaming up against the twins. Then they also spent two years alone at home. I'm pretty sure I've talked before about how Ginny going to Hogwarts and realising her brother had other friends and didn't want her around probably contributed to the insecurities that made her so vulnerable to the diary. Not that I'm saying it's Ron's fault, crazy Horcruxes aside, it's a pretty normal situation. [I'd like to specify that this is simply a deduction based on how these things work in real life]

Nevertheless, Ron is very attached to Ginny. While it's only Percy that acknowledges Ginny's weird behaviour in CoS, it's Ron that goes to save her (admittedly helped by the circumstances). We all know how protective he is of her when she starts dating and even when it comes to Harry, who is definitely Ron's chosen partner for Ginny, Ron doesn't let him get away with potentially hurting his sister. When Ron gets angry at Harry and Ginny's kiss in DH, he's not simply acting like an overprotective caveman, he's genuinely concerned for Ginny's feelings and he seems the only one in the family aware of what Ginny has gone through in the previous weeks. In the tent, when Ron and Harry have the fight, Ron throws to Harry's face that he doesn't care about Ginny. If I can give my personal interpretation, I've always thought that was mainly because, while Ron is happy with whatever keeps Ginny even a little safer, he feels deep down that if he had been in Harry's position he wouldn't have broken up with his girlfriend if he really loved her.

Ginny, while fully embodying her role as the annoying little sister (as she should), cares a lot about Ron. It's Ginny who is there for Ron when he embarrasses himself in front of Fleur. And I would argue that her making fun of Ron is actually a way to show affection (she imitates Harry too). We know that the twins' jabs at Ron don't help his self-esteem, but Ginny's ones are completely different because she is the younger one, the "power dynamic" allows Ginny to behave like that, it is expected of her. This is like: stuff you understand only if you have siblings.

Ron and Ginny seem to kind of lose each other a bit during the first books and then become close again during OotP, maybe helped by playing Quidditch together, which is actually a pretty normal progression for siblings close in age, but it might also have to do with Ginny simply being around Harry more and therefore him seeing more of Ron and Ginny together. By the end of OotP, Ron is praising his sister's hexing skills, which considering Ron's self-esteem issues is very valuable coming from him, and by suggesting that she should date Harry, he is pretty much inviting her into his group of friends, showing a lot of growth since PoA when he shoved her away.

When they fight with each other they absolutely go for the kill, there are no boundaries. And again, it's completely normal because they are siblings very close in age. Ginny and Ron's relationship is maybe the most unapologetically realistic one in the entirety of the books.

During the series, Ginny is definitely the sibling Ron is closer to. And they definitely remain close during the rest of their lives. Ginny marries Ron's best friend, Ginny is close with Hermione, and Ron is James' godfather. But Ron goes to work with George so he eventually probably becomes closer to him.

For my headcanons, well... it's actually quite supported by canon, but Ginny is canonically excellent at doing impressions, and when they are at Malfoy Manor, a super underpressure Ron imitates Wormtail's voice, so I like to imagine that there's a story there about some childhood game.

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tallbluelady · 1 year

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X'rhun Tia's Fencing Club for Ladies

Without further ado (because I had promised to post this weeks ago)...

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Chapter One: The Fencing Club

It is, of course, no small thing to leave your homeland to come live in another country. Even those of extensive wealth have a hard time adjusting to the customs for a foreign land. So it was with great pride that Mrs. Alfinne Argentas watched as her daughter began to blossom into adulthood while they transitioned into their new home.

Having adopted the girl at what was assumed the age of five, Mrs. Argentas had always worried about Rowan. She was a bright girl, smarter than a good lot of her peers, but she lacked the confidence in herself to truly reach her potential.

She had discussed it with Mr. Argentas when he was yet alive, and a topic that came to mind was her unique appearance. While Rowan was a Duskwight like Mrs. Argentas, she held a much more vibrant hue to her than most Duskwights in Gridania. While Mrs. Argentas herself was a faded sort of twilight color in complexion, Rowan was as blue as the sky at noon. It wasn't just her complexion that was exotic, but her hair was a vibrant green more akin to tree leaves than the wine colored hair Mrs. Argentas shared with her son.

Even with such strange coloring, Mrs. Argentas loved her daughter with all her heart. She only wished that someone else could look into her soft silver eyes and see the lovely woman she was.

She never would have guessed that Rowan would meet that person by following something she read in the paper.

"Mama, pray come read this advertisement. I can scarcely believe the words on the page," Rowan said.

Mrs. Argentas gave a sigh and slowly rose from her seat across from Rowan. Despite the treatments she was receiving from Mr. Tatalymo, she still suffered greatly from fatigue of her aetherical imbalance. It was for that reason alone they came to Sharlyan's shores. But Rowan was quickly learning of the myriad of advantages to be gained from just being in a place that valued learning above all else.

She took the morning's paper from Rowan's hand and read aloud: "'With the esteemed patronage of Lord Leveilleur, the Studium is proud to present the founding of a Ladies' Fencing Club. Teaching the class is one X'rhun Tia, a sword master from Ala Mhigo ready to teach the elegant art of fencing to those of a more gentle disposition. Though the need for combat is limited in these times, especially for ladies of the gentry, the exercise is known to improve balance and increase vigor in those who practice the art. Classes begin at...'" she muttered the rest quickly.

"So I didn't imagine it, that's what it really says?" Rowan asked, eyes wide.

Mrs. Argentas read through a few more lines. "I suppose so. It does not seem to be made in jest. Or if it is, it seems official enough to fool more than us common Gridanian rubes."

"So can I attend those classes?" Rowan asked.

"I suppose we can ask Mr. Totolymo what we should do about your admittance, but there doesn't seem to be any indication that it is an exclusive Ladies' club. The fact that it was advertised in the public newspaper seems to point to it being a part of the public's education."

After a conversation with the Lalafellin gentleman and a few quick notes from him to cut through some red tape, Rowan was accepted into the Studium as his ward on that very day.

"Oh, Mr. Totolymo, I didn't realize you'd have to put yourself on the line to get me in," Rowan said when he gave the women the news.

"Tis no matter, truly. I've seen how keenly your mind works, Ms. Argentas, and I had half a mind to place your name in the Studium's ledger since you and your mother came to Sharlyan proper," the monocled man said.

"But still - we are not of noble birth or high ranking. I had to work as a merchant while my beloved husband was a soldier," Mrs. Argentas said. "Society in Gridania was far harsher on us than Sharlyan's if you are so kind."

Mr. Totolymo smiled faintly. "Sharlyan's society yet holds some harshness, Mrs. Argentas. But to block learning from a young, bright mind? Lord Leveilleur would never allow such a thing to be borne. And besides that, I managed to convince Ms. Hext to join the club with you. Twould be beneficial for her to get to know more young ladies her age, and I feel as though you two would get along swimmingly."

Mrs. Argentas and Rowan both nodded. Ms. Hext was a ward of Mr. Totolymo, from before the XIVth Legion had invaded Ala Mhigo. Rumors had been circulated that she was not, in fact, the original Ms. Hext, but her younger sister. The elder Ms. Hext had been a spy for the war effort in Ala Mhigo, and had died on Ala Mhigan soil defending her homeland. Whether this was a noble thing or a foolish thing was always up to the one whispering such things in their ears. Mrs. Argentas was always smart enough to keep her opinions on rumors to herself, but having lost her husband and son to the conflict with Garlemald, she found herself counting Ms. Hext, if there was the elder, as heroic.

"Now before I leave, have I forgotten to tell you anything...? Oh, uniforms will be provided by the Studium, so there is no need to worry about clothing," Mr. Totolymo said. "Please arrive promptly. Ms. Hext already has a habit of showing up late, and I would hate to have two wards who are tardy."

Rowan nodded, as if she didn't have chronic tardiness and waved her benefactor as he left the Argentas household. Mrs. Argentas then had the pleasure of watching her daughter bounce with delight as she tried to get through her day.

* * * *

Donning on her uniform, Rowan ran from the simple cottage her mother rented to the Studium. She was quite glad of the range of movement the wide skirt provided as she dodged through the still waking town. If she had read what time the Fencing Club would meet, there would have been a good chance that she would have avoided it. Alas, time didn't seem that large of an issue until she had to wake closer to dawn than she was used to. She found the room in the same place it was a few days ago, and found it looking the same to how it did then, only occupied. Smooth wooden floors lead to an entire wall of mirrors. An entire wall! Rowan hadn't seen such a sight in Gridania - the largest mirror had been in Haukke Manor, and that was a narrow mirror that went floor to ceiling.

She saw herself and the other ladies in the mirror. They looked far more composed than she did, having arrived at an earlier time. There was an Elezen girl who had yet to hit her growth spurt with white hair, a large dark skinned Au'ri woman, a Lalafellin woman with brown hair, one with pink hair, and a blonde Hyurian woman who was running in behind her. At least she wasn't the last one in.

It seemed only a moment that Rowan and the Hyurian lady found a place to sit and place their effects when a Miqo'te man, presumably X'rhun Tia, walked into the room. He was followed by a young Hyurian woman who carried a bundle. Both wore striking red clothing and carried themselves with an air that Rowan very much would like to have herself.

Introductions were made, but Rowan only managed to hold about half of the names given to her. Which might not have been fair, because she had heard of Lyse Hext and Alisaie Leveilleur before. Now they had faces. She did, how ever, remember the Au'ri woman's name - Khaliun Kahkol - as that was her opponent for the day.

Ms. Kahkol was a larger woman for her kind. She may have even been large for a man of her kind. Rowan had to admit to her that she was one of the first Au'ri women she had ever formally met when they were paired up together. That fact actually made Khaliun relax, how ever.

"Well, I don't resemble most Au'ri women, and that often makes people judge me before they know me," Ms. Kahkol said as they watched the Lalafellin women get adjusted by Mr. X'rhun and his assistant.

"I do try my best to at least talk to someone before I make a judgement on their character," Rowan said. "And I hope people do the same for me, saturated as I am."

Ms. Kahkol gave a small chuckle at that. "I do suppose that is one way of putting it. I'm rather monochromatic myself."

"You do have such lovely green eyes though," Rowan said.

Ms. Kahkol beamed, but before she could say aught else, it was their turn to face each other and be evaluated on their faults.

* * * *

Rowan was exhausted but still exhilarated at the end of the class. The advertisement seemed to be true - she did feel her vigor increased by the exercise. That all started to drain away when she realized that everyone was going to a changing room to change into more suitable attire while she had left her clothes at home. How foolish was she to think that such clothing could be worn in public after such a hard bout!

"Aren't you going to change, Ms. Argentas?" Ms. Hext asked.

"I, ah, er, forgot a change of clothes, I'm afraid..." Rowan said abashedly.

Ms. Hext grimaced sympathetically. "If I were closer to you in size, I'd lend you a spare set..."

Ms. Kahkol twisted her uniform she changed out of, "I had only thought to bring enough for the day, or I would have lent you mine."

"That is incredibly kind of you, both of you," Rowan said, touched by the sweetness of her peers.

"What's happened?" Ms. Leveilleur had just appeared out of the changing room.

"Ms. Argentas forgot a change of clothing and we're all trying to think of a solution," Ms. Hext said.

"Where do you live Ms. Argentas?" Ms. Leveilleur asked. "Father is rather overprotective of my health and insisted I take the carriage after each session so I don't overexert myself. I could have the coachman drive you home as well so you can minimize your exposure outside."

Rowan found herself dumbstruck at the offer Ms. Leveilleur gave her. She had only met the lady a mere bell ago. Rowan had either made a rather incredible impression or the favor given was incredibly small to her.

"Ah, it's within walking distance, truly..." Rowan said.

Ms. Leveilleur gave an angry expression. "If not for the fact that my father had already told the coachmen to come pick me up after these lessons I'd refuse to take the carriage. I may as well make use of it to help save a friend from embarrassment."

"Oh, I see. Thank you," Rowan told the floor.

She could hear a sigh come from the young lady, but it seemed that it was a satisfactory enough answer. She followed Ms. Leveilleur to the back of the Studium where the carriages would be gathering. Ms. Kahkol followed them as well.

"Do you have a carriage to wait for, Ms. Kahkol?" Rowan asked as they took a seat.

"Nay. I just thought I'd shield you from view as you wait for Ms. Leveilleur's," Ms. Kahkol said. "And at this point, I believe we're good enough friends that you may call me 'Khaliun'."

Rowan beamed up at Khaliun. "I daresay we are. Feel free to call me 'Rowan'."

Ms. Leveilleur smiled at the two of them. "Feel free to call me 'Alisaie' whenever you'd like. Especially in front of my father."

Rowan and Khaliun shared a look with each other as a carriage pulled by two beautifully white chocobo stopped in front of them. Once it had, a man opened the carriage door. He wore his silver hair feathered and held the distinction of Archon on his right cheek.

Alisaie lit up as she saw him. "Urianger! I thought you were still on the mainland!"

"There wasn't aught I could do within the stalemate, so thy grandsire bid me return home," the man said, smiling.

Alisaie turned from where she was back to Rowan and Khaliun. "Oh, Urianger, this is Ms. Kahkol and Ms. Argentas. They're in the fencing club with me. Rowan, Khaliun, this is Mr. Arugelt. He's been a friend of my family since... well, since before I was born, at least."

Mr. Arugelt gave them a smile and bowed to each lady in turn.

Rowan curtsied, hoping the movement would hide the blush rising on her face. She found Mr. Arugelt to be a rather handsome man and she was meeting him in an absolutely disheveled state. It would be one thing if it was just the coachman seeing her this way, but to be seen by someone in the Leveilleur's inner circle like this... It would only be worse if Lord Leveilleur himself saw her.

Alisaie explained the situation to Mr. Arugelt quickly while Rowan stood stiffly by Khaliun. While entirely unlikely considering how kind everyone had been that day, Rowan held the dreadful thought of the man refusing her passage in the carriage.

"Oh, I did not notice her condition, but, aye, we should convey thy friend safely home in the carriage," Mr. Arugelt said. "May we take thee home, Ms. Argentas?"

Rowan found herself nodding. The way he spoke was a trifle more formal than she was used to, but his voice was pleasant.

He hopped out of the carriage and held the door open for Alisaie. It was Rowan's last chance to back out of the offer, but she found herself unwilling to expose herself to more people as she saw other students in the Studium starting to mill about the grounds.

She turned to Khaliun. "Thank you, friend. If there's aught I can do to repay your kindness..."

"Make sure to come next week," Khaliun smiled, "So I have a properly sized partner."

Rowan smiled and stepped into the carriage. She was glad that Alisaie patted the cushion next to her or else she wouldn't have known where to sit. She tucked herself in to give Mr. Arugelt the most room to get back into the carriage.

With a word to the driver about taking Rowan home, they were off from the Studium.

"I must say this is the smoothest carriage ride I've had in all my life," Rowan commented, "Nary a bump or stop to be found."

Mr. Arugelt's eyes lit up at that, and Rowan thought she heard Alisaie chuckle softly.

"Tis a recent innovation, Ms. Argentas. Art thou familiar with the concept of affixing crystals to tools to increase their aetherial efficacy?"

"You know, I had just read a book from the public library about that," Rowan said. "Are you implying that the smoothness of the ride is due to crystals? Is there one of air affixed to the carriage?"

The smile on Mr. Arugelt's face grew wider. "Aye, indeed there is. With only a simple enchantment at each wheel to allow the free movement of aether, one can create a buffer of sorts to prevent the regular jostling of carriage rides."

"Though one has to wonder at the cost of maintaining such a system. This is the finest carriage I have ever ridden, so it is little wonder that it is fitted with the most innovative technologies," Rowan said.

"Properly set and maintained systems shalt last the lifetime of the carriage, Ms. Argentas," Mr. Arugelt said. "Though I must admit that installing such systems are an investment. But as thou hast said thyself, the quality of the ride doth yet benefit."

Rowan nodded, then suddenly realized that they were already in front of the cottage.

"This is the correct place, yes?" Alisaie asked.

"Yes, it is. Thank you again so much for your kindness."

"Tis no trouble at all. I do hope you come to next week's lesson." Alisaie said.

Rowan nodded again, ready to exit the carriage when she almost bumped into Mr. Arugelt, who was hastening to open the door for her.

"Ah, uh, oh. Thank you Mr. Arugelt," she said when the door was opened and he reseated himself.

He nodded. "I must thank thee for the fine company, Ms. Argentas."

She nodded back, gasping when she missed the first step out of the carriage. Luckily, she caught herself on the door frame. Before anyone could offer anymore assistance, she hopped out of the carriage and ran into the cottage, hoping to reduce her mortification.

Her mother looked up in surprise when Rowan entered the kitchen. "Did you run the entire way back? I would have advised you to take a clean set of clothes with you, but you were gone before I had the energy to truly wake."

"Mama, you will never believe it. Alisaie - that is, Ms. Leveilleur - offered to take me in her family carriage from the Fencing Club to our very cottage!" Rowan said, feeling a swelling of emotions. "Specifically to spare me from public scorn. And all the other ladies in the club were terribly kind as well. I can't wait to go next week."

Rowan saw her mother's eyes light up and the two of them spent a large portion of the day discussing the fencing club, the ladies of it, and her ride in the Leveilleur's carriage.

"Is he single?" Mrs. Argentas asked when Rowan described Mr. Arugelt.

"Mama! I only just met the man. For all I know, he is to be engaged with Ms. Leveilleur when she is of age. Or he could be married already." Rowan pulled her embroidery thread a little more aggressively than previous stitches.

"Still, it sounded like the easiest conversation you've had in all your life."

Rowan was trying to build a retort to that, but the bell chimed at the front. Both ladies gave a look of confusion to the other. Was Mr. Totolymo visiting to see how the Fencing Club went? But Rowan was met with a large Hyurian man at the door.

"A letter for you, miss, from Ms. Leveilleur," he said in an Ala Mhigan accent.

"Oh, thank you sir." Rowan took the letter, then tried to find some gil for a tip.

He shook his head. "No need for a tip, miss; the Leveilleurs pay me well enough."

"Tis of a professional courtesy, sir," Rowan said, handing him the gil.

He nodded. "Very well. If you ever need a letter posted, then just ask for Arenvald at the office."

Rowan smiled at him. "I will, thank you."

Letter in hand, Rowan rushed into the drawing room to start reading it. Mrs. Argentas waited with bated breath.

"Ms. Leveilleur invited me to tea tomorrow." She turned to Mrs. Argentas. "Can you believe that?"

"Of course, my dear. You make a fine impression where ever you go. Do you know what you want to wear?"

#x'rhun tia's fencing club for ladies #rowan argentas #regency au #so uh #my hands slipped for 3.2k words #i saw reviews of netflix persuasion #and my brain immediately decided that i could write a better regency related thing than them #so this happened

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whoredmode · 1 year

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Re: "How would your OCs interact with my OCs"

I'm glad lego answered this as a ask because otherwise I'd have no clue of the best way to do so <- still new to tumblr

In SR1 Casey is 15/16, claims to be 18/19, looks more like a very tall 13yo, so if she met Anteros she would probably see him in the same way as the Saints when she first meets them which is impressed/intimidated/has a very brief crush on them (ok not the latter for Julius but that's cos she has some serious daddy issues around him; 'trying to kill each other was our playing catch' etc etc etc). Meanwhile based on their dates of birth Anteros is 8 years older than her and she barely talks so he'd probably have the prevailing view most people do when they meet her at that age which is "this child is very angry, who gave them a gun?" (I suspect he'd also know the answer to that question).

SR2 is SR2 so I feel like most versions of the Boss from that era are going to be kind of scary; I doubt how much they could really form a conversation without accidentally or purposefully killing each other unless Johnny could intervene. Shit, you know it's bad when Gat has to be a peacekeeper.

Pre or during SR3 it depends if she was in 'I have a public appearance' mode or 'I'm wearing t shirts and hoodies and sunglasses because the syndicate are watching' mode because combined with how she talks and being a bit uh... whorey... that tends to exacerbate the perception that she is an idiot. But she has found her confidence and her friendly side so if they talked enough to actually get through to a real conversation they could certainly bond over being bisexual, Jane Austen/literature in general?, and their intelligence being underestimated. One would hope their Greek mythology names would be a talking point since her birth name is Cassandra but lets face it she's not telling anyone her name at this stage. Unless they actually managed to corroborate that they are essentially AU versions of each other. I guess maybe he enjoys the fame? Whereas she sees it as a bit of a chore but a necessary evil to maintain money/power/avoiding the consequences of her actions.

Post-SRIV, she becomes a lot more calm and controlled as she hits 30 but then idk how much your SRTT/SRIV rewrite deviates from the canon so I can just imagine Casey casually describing the events of SRIV/GOOH as they happen in-game and Anteros slowly backing away thinking something along the lines of "This woman is certifiably batshit.". Actually I'd love it if they met then. That sounds fucking hilarious.

How would your OC interact with my OC?

it’s all cool; honestly a good rule of thumb re: how to answer stuff is that sending asks tends to be the easiest way, at least for me, because this is a sideblog and replies can be more cumbersome on sideblogs.

anyway. i’ll put a cut since this is a long post haha

during sr1 era he probably wouldn’t hang out with casey much? even if she says she’s 18-19, he still thinks she looks way too young and doesn’t want to be in charge of watching her😭 (and tbh probably catches her lie fairly quickly but keeps it to himself). overall probably just would not think much of her at that time.

sr2 is pretty much always gonna be the same answer regardless of characters haha😭 they’re just gonna be argumentative and butting heads the whole time. johnny being peacekeeper is a funny mental image. then again i don’t think pierce or shaundi is gonna do much at that time anyway. they’ll watch and bet who throws the first punch.

srtt anteros is a lot more amicable comparatively so if they did have an extended conversation they could probably find some common ground. bisexuality and literature is a good starting point lol. the greek names connection is also super interesting; tbh if she’s familiar enough with it she could be the first person to actually know where his name came from, and he’d definitely be impressed with that.

and yeah i don’t consider all the alien stuff from sriv canon (so i guess that’s. all of it then.) BUT if somehow they met and she started describing all that he would just be laughing incredulously the whole time. he’s like y’know what. sounds good. at this point he’s hoping the aliens come he’s tired.

#asks #thank you! this was so much fun to read

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dispatches-from-the-lorecord · 1 year

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Behind the scenes with The Calling

[January 14, 2023]

{Popia140:}

So I speedran through The Calling [Haji’s old Randomized Platinum fic] and lemme just say how I really love how the gym battle system worked, the dancing and literal physical combat between the Pokémon and the literal trainers themselves

Pepe’s adorable, but that scene in Floaroma when he stops the grunts from the stealing the man’s honey with his creepily calm assertiveness was pretty badass to me, ngl, considering his reluctance to confront and fight

Even though it is old, the mystery surrounding certain locations is pretty good (Old Chateau, the Ravaged Path, that weird pool thing in the Oreburgh Mines) it’s cool to see someone’s interpretation of events different from my own

Also Pepe and Pearl’s relationship was very fun to read! The mystery of Napoleon’s disappearance really piqued my interest, and I was not really sure if he was his older brother in this interpretation (idk if they got separated from birth or something, or just simply not brothers at all) but it’s nice to see that Pearl still cares for him

Another thing that interested me was Pepe’s religious upbringing, with the fossils and all and being raised in some church, before moving to Twinleaf Town- I think it really gave his character good background and depth, which also ties into his peacemaking pacifist-like mindset

But anyways that’s all I have to say about Haji’s The Calling series, hope you don’t mind my rambling review @Haji

{Haji:}

I don't mind at all! You're making me blush :AYAYA:

I really enjoy the battle system. I've been trying to study different dance styles to make each one unique in how it functions.

I would normally be all like "shhh spoilers" but considering the story hasn't had an update in like five years, it seems silly to ask you to wait. It's a separated at birth situation. Why though is because I play a lot with destiny in the TPP universe especially having a single timeline in a seemingly cyclonic world

Timeline wise as you may have noticed while reading, this is actually before original Platinum

{Popia140:}

oooh! Did not know that! :Begwan:

So I was right with the separated at birth theory!

{Haji:}

Yeeeaaah.... [Pepe’s religious background] was one of the factors in my nervousness. At the time I preceded every Author Note basically going "Look, my lore is weird. Don't eat me" or something because I knew even if that's how it played in my head, I was scared of "going against the grain" with what everyone else was doing. Which mostly was Pepe the Frog memes and artistic snob portrayal

{Popia140:}

Personally, I felt that the artistic snob sort of personality didn’t mesh well with his shyness (in my opinion, it’s just a matter of taste), but I imagine that if he did paint, it would be out of a sort of therapy for his trauma under the voices and the crazy things he experienced in his life… or he just wanted to paint a cute Skitty because he has a weakness for cute things :Begwan:

Could go both ways, imo

Also, who was the girl during the blackout at the Ravaged Path?

{Haji:}

I can see that. In fact, after Ultra events, I like to imagine he does a lot of art for that reason. Still trying to remember things and drawing out memories to make sense of it. His friends can remind him of things they recognize or talk to him about some of the more disturbing images

[The girl in the Ravaged Path] would be Mindy! The Candice replacement in this world. She was a Psychic Trainer and portrayed as a showman, but Fossil wise, I had her with Cover

{Popia140:}

Napoleon is mentioned by Pearl in the story, so I’m assuming they must have met when they were very young- where did Napoleon end up? And did Pepe learn that Napoleon was his older brother in the end, maybe after-game?

{Krizste:}

What if Pepe uses art snobism to cover his shyness. Like he's trying to appear..... Whatever the word is.. not-shy, but It just looks like snobism

{Newbie:}

Confident?

{Krizste:}

Yeah that word!

Tryna pull of confidence but just being really jank about it

{Haji:}

Given what people probably expect of him as Napoleon's brother, I can imagine him putting on that kind of face at parties :Jebaited:

Napoleon went to stay with Aunt Grace and Richard while all this was going on. Honestly never knew he had a brother until after Ultra events. Which finding out after that just made him worse about the whole... Trying to murder Pepe multiple times while not himself thing. Pepe woke up at the villa after they got back home only to learn it's been months he's been in a coma (time shenanigans. He made sure Leo was able to wake up in the "canon" timeline in order to stop Cyrus but it seems in a weird way, Pepe took his place. Missed everything during the Bill Overlord events and was too injured to do the Unova stuff with Cly, but Leo knew he was okay enough to go with the other S1 hosts)

Pepe on the other hand found out about Napoleon during his journey, so he knew about it WAY ahead of Leo but they still didn't meet for.... Some time??? Again, Pepe becoming a time traveler at the end of his run makes his lore in my timeline hilariously screwy

{Krizste:}

Oh yeah who was it that lost his head again? Was that pepe

{Haji:}

Yup

{Popia140:}

Ahh thanks for the answers!!

Napoleon completely in the dark about it, lol

Did their mother separate them at birth?

{Haji:}

Sort of. With Forrest's [Gardenia] backstory I was going to get more into the pre-RPlat / pre-Red war stuff that was going on when he was a kid. Gravund [Roark] and the boys would have been too little to remember but Forrest was a little younger than Pepe is now so he's got some scars from it. Basically the family got split up when fleeing the violence so Johanna has Leo with her and thought her husband and other son didn't make it. Pepe was taken to Hearthome like many other war orphans but while it wasn't separated at birth they were both around maybe one or two years old at most

And before you ask about their father, I had an idea and then I wasn't sure but I've been on the fence about things so let's just leave him as a giant question mark

{Popia140:}

Aw, that’s sad for them :BibleThump: the Quinnels never really got to bond as bros

{Haji:}

Yeah... But things are peaceful for next several decades (next Sinnoh run wasn't until Gauntlet), so they've got time. Help out with the others when duty calls, but even many of the other hosts know they can go to Napoleon's palace to get away from things for a while. Cly's mansion is often a nice hang out but it also happens to be the gang's base of operations in secret so there's always some level of alert since Unova isn't as stable as Sinnoh is. (And besides, for Aaaaaall the trauma of Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn seeming to be in a consistent state of peril, Sinnoh is lovingly close by for Leo and Pepe to give a sense of normalcy for the newbies)

{Popia140:}

Aww, a happy ending :Burrito2:

{Haji:}

I love these two so much, but my gosh I feel bad for what I put them through. I feel bad for most of the hosts I wrote for, but good lord did these two need a happy ending

{Popia140:}

They def deserved it, they went through so much

{Haji:}

[cough] can I tell you a secret? |D

{Popia140:}

yea sure

{Haji:}

Even though I stopped writing it, this is the story that has never left my mind. I've actually continued working on it, but never posted and one of my goals is to continue at some point if I ever get my projects in order

Sometimes I'll just be watching a show or something and get reminders of the characters and how much I miss them

[Bonus: a mildly out-of-order side tangent from Haji’s comment about the TPP universe being cyclical]

{Trollkitten:}

In my headcanon, the TPP-verse is cyclical the same way the Zeldaverse is cyclical. All of this has happened before, and it will happen again.

{Haji:}

Yup! Though why is always different in my books partially because the villains have different motives each time (and adds to why they think it would be any different this time because they're not like the last guy who did)

{Newbie:}

i vibe with the idea of the universe just breaking down and getting rebuilt over and over again, reality in smithereens and then being rebuilt from the ground up... or just completely coming up with entirely new plots while disregarding canon :Kappa:

{Mitzi:}

my lore somehow manages to do both. frequently at the same time

{Newbie:}

you and i are like-minded :Keepo:

#twitch plays pokemon #tpp #lorecord archive #loremaker haji #loremaker krizste #loremaker trollkitten #loremaker newbie #loremaker mitzi #randomized platinum run #ultra run #PP #PEE #nqpppnl #pp is the ultra host #timeline cyclicality #fossil gods

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sneezemonster15 · 2 years

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I can’t imagine that Sasuke went to bed with Sakura on his own. If we even can call this bed because in reality they did it in the woods or sth like that because Sakura doesn’t respect herself, her giving birth at Orochimaru says a lot blehh. Sakura must have guilt tripped him into having sex. He never wanted her hugs, touches anything only when he couldn’t control himself e.g. the curse or being injured but even then he would say let go etc. He never kissed her, never so him willingly going to bed with her is not possible. She must have persuaded him into this and it was a quick act. She had advantage because it was his trip to get rid of his sins (he tried to kill her and he let her die many times). Also Naruto was married during that time so I think he agreed also because of that but it was never his decision, it was Sakura who cried rivers to make him do it. What’s your opinion?

Hi anon.

I have talked about it here.

Honestly, now, I am not even sure if they had sex. I find it very suspicious that Sakura chasing Sasuke would be enough to make him submit to her. It's totally possible for her to have manipulated or tricked him. It's in her character. But I don't know, something is fishy. Sasuke is quite aware of her manipulative tendencies. He isn't dumb enough to fall into her traps.

Okay, so Sakura chased Sasuke and Karin says that they all traveled together. Now why would be Karin traveling with them when she works for Oro? But she did and apparently that's when Karin and Sakura became friends. I am sure that's where Sakura got the photo that she placed with her own in that photo frame at her house. From Karin, because Sasuke couldn't have been carrying it. The only memento he considers important enough to carry is the hitaiate Naruto gave him. But then why were they traveling together? The reason for this travel is not specified by Karin. Sasuke does say he wants to travel to sort some stuff out in chapter 699, but in that case, why would he be traveling with Karin, Oro's employee? If he refused to take Sakura on his redemption journey, why would he take Karin? Doesn't make sense.

It gives me the impression that he was performing some kind of mission for Konoha at the time perhaps, since Oro became Konoha's subject after the war and he is an asset. We do see him reach out to Oro quite confidently in Gaiden when Shin abducts Sakura. So there is some indication that he is comfortable enough to do that, given once he murdered Oro. Perhaps Sasuke and Karin (on behalf of Oro), were carrying out some mission or research or something, which is when Sakura starts to chase Sasuke.

So if we assume that it was a mission of some sort, what would that be about? Oro is known to experiment with genetics, that's what the whole Shin debacle is about.

Don't you find it suspicious that Kishi chose to write Gaiden's narrative about how genetics is not the determinant to someone's right to humanity? When Shin talks about the utilitarian purposes and the dispensable element of his clones, Sakura gets all huffed up and righteously angry and says this.

"The relationship between the parent and child is more than the passing of genes." Hmmm. Is that so?

I find Gaiden so layered and brimming with implicit information. Like I said, Kishi was trying to relay information about things that didn't make sense about the ending through Gaiden.

So why choose to tell this story this way, which was outwardly written to establish Sarada's sob story and background, when Kishi is doing so many other things in it, even defeating the purpose of the centre of Sarada's sob story? The need for a happy family. Is there a parallel? Looks like it. Because eventually, Naruto says the same thing.

That connections are more than about blood relations. So what is Kishi trying to say here? That it doesn't matter whether the relationship is based on blood, or if it's a result of a scientific experiment or motivation, the humanity of it still doesn't get cancelled. That's why he basically adopts all the little Shins. Relationships are completely about what you make of them.

Why choose to tell this story that factors genetics so heavily in the narrative, while creating a new villian, reintroducing Oro who is otherwise pretty much irrelevant in Boruto, but has already been established as a genius level scientist and pioneer of genetics in Naruto universe? And why choose to tell this story in this manner where he deliberately creates doubt about the legitimacy of Sasuke and Sakura's relationship to the point where even Sarada's conception is questioned upon? The whole adultery theme. This whole thing is just so fishy.

So what does that mean? Did Sasuke really have sex with Sakura? I find it very hard to believe. He is so much stronger than her that Sakura forcing herself on him just doesn't gel, he has been able to spurn her advances and romantic offerings every single time before. Even after the war, without feeling guilty about it. He has also attacked her in response to her doing it first. So if forced in such a situation, he wouldn't step back from causing her physical and mental harm. That is already established.

Why would Kishi make Sarada look like Karin and not Sakura? If genetic experimentation was involved in her conception, Oro could have tampered with some stuff here and there to make it happen.

So it all boils down to this:

1) Sarada does not know anything much about her father.

2) Sakura doesn't either.

3) There's no proof if she is actually married to Sasuke and she doesn't wear a ring when other Konoha wives do.

4) No wedding picture either.

5) Sakura is so nervous about answering Sarada's questions about Sasuke since she doesn't know anything herself (like whether he wears glasses, such an innocuous and basic thing..), and it would figure, because I don't think Sarada would be pleased with getting to know that she was a test tube baby, if she was.

6) Their marriage looks like a sham. And their interaction with each other is so wooden as if to keep appearances.

7) They have never kissed. Kishi implies this Twice. Twice. Why? If they had sex, it would be natural to assume that they kissed, no? So why imply it twice that they didn't?

8) Sasuke doesn't live with them. Or visit them. Or keep in touch. Not even to know about his own daughter's life. He doesn't even recognise her face. And for the most part, except the end, dismisses Sarada's emotional queries.

9) We already know that he doesn't feel emotionally about Sakura at all.

10) Sasuke says outright that the reason why they are connected is because Sarada exists. So Sarada is the only point of connection between Sakura and Sasuke. Which is true.

11) Kishi deliberately cuts off Sasuke's line where he is going to explain to Sarada about his absence with Shin's attack.

12) The whole issue of the umbilical cord. It is supposed to be symbolic of mother and child's spiritual and physical connection. It's traditional. It's sacred. But Sakura doesn't have it. Karin does. If Sarada indeed was an experiment, then it would make sense that Karin would keep it, given she is the one who often carries out or helps carry out Oro's experiments.

13) If Karin and Sakura are such good friends, why doesn't Sarada know about Karin?

14) Sakura looks so nervous when Sasuke is about to tell Sarada about their connection. It would make sense for her to be nervous if she thought Sasuke would tell the truth. Perhaps that's why she didn't tell Sarada about Karin? If Karin cares enough to send Sarada new pair of glasses, it must mean she has some emotional connection to Sarada.

15) And finally, Sarada was born at Oro's hideout.

All of this leads me to believe that Sasuke did not have sex with Sakura. And we know that Kishi doesn't do shit without a purpose, he almost always has an ulterior motive when it comes to Sasuke and Naruto's bond since the entire seven hundred chapters of Naruto and Shippuden are about a gay love story in SHOUNEN which was written implicitly, with a whole lot of nuances and red herrings and clever narrative tools that actively encourages the reader to read between the lines.

What's stopping him to do similar stuff here?it would only be in his character. Heh. Why deliberately write such shady shit to imply Sasuke and Sakura are not together? And that Sasuke cheated on Sakura? Nefarious. And then finally he makes Sasuke look like this with his family.

Turned away from Sakura, like always. And looking like he would rather eat tree bark than whatever is in front of him. Notice that they look like a couple that is trying to keep a facade for the child. Sakura looks nervous but conciliatory, like she is trying really hard to keep appearances, while Sasuke isn't even trying, he looks proper depressed. But Sarada looks chatty and pleased. Because all she ever wanted was her family to be together. So Sasuke is fulfilling her wishes. For her sake, not Sakura's.

My reading? Sarada is the result of a genetic experiment. Sakura perhaps is the mother. Sasuke is definitely the father, because of sharingan. And something about Karin is mixed in it. I don't know what, Oro is crazy and talented enough to do it. All I know is that those three were traveling together and it was not during Sasuke's redemption journey. Why did they perform this experiment, I don't know. Maybe Sakura asked for it. And Sasuke gave it to her, perhaps out of guilt? Or as long as she would keep away from him? If she has a child to take care of, she wouldn't be able to chase Sasuke. Hehe.

Would Sakura take whatever scrap Sasuke throws at her? Like whatever she can get, as long as she gets to call him her husband, even if in name only, and cover her house with Uchiha fan when even Sasuke doesn't wear it anymore?

Obvioabsofuckinglutely.

#anon #ask #naruto #sasunaru #narusasu #anti ss #anti sakura #naruto meta #sns #uzumaki naruto #sasuke #uchiha sasuke #sarada uchiha #karin uzumaki #anti nh #anti hinata #naruto analysis #anti ending #anti boruto

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mavrintarou · 3 years

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Once Again [3]

Paring: Suna Rintarou x you (f-reader) Warnings: S M U T (explicit stuff 18+) and angst (mentions of death) Summary: Your biological clock is ticking and Rintarou offers to help you.

S E C O N D PART

“So,” your doctor pauses, looking at you with careful eyes. “You no longer want to go through with artificial insemination anymore?”

“No,” you answered with as much confident as you could find.

She looks at your chart and then back up at you again, “and you want to stop taking your birth control pills?”

“Yes.”

Dr. Lee looks taken back at your answer, she has been your doctor since you were 13 years old and is the one who has been ordering birth control prescriptions for you all these years. You can only imagine how stunned she might of have been to have you calling and asking to schedule for an emergency appointment.

For several appointments prior, she had told you repeatedly to truly think about artificial insemination. She gave you all the pros and cons to it and at last, you gave her the final answer. You wanted to go through with it and nothing else was going to change your mind.

And now, you don’t want to proceed forward with it anymore.

She was able to fit you in a week later, at the earliest. “Are you okay? You can talk to me, you know?”

“I want to find a partner; I want to do this the natural way. That’s the best way I can explain it.”

Almost as if, she has been waiting for you to come to your senses, she smiles, “then I am happy for you.” She clasps her hands together, “then once you’re done with this pack of pills, you should be good to try and conceive.”

Your palms were sweaty as you muck up the courage to say the next words, “and… I missed three days’ worth of pills and had unprotected sex… it’s been a week now.”

When you saw your missed pills, you called the nurse-line immediately and they instructed you to purchase a Plan-B as soon as possible.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to run to the convenient store.

Her eyes widen and you groan, “I know, I was careless…”

She wheels her stool closer to you and touches your shoulder, “is this man someone who you trust? Someone who you want to have a baby with?”

Without hesitation, “yes.”

Yes, you trusted Rintarou.

In the next twenty minutes, you took a quick pregnancy test and waited for the results.

“It’s negative, but it’s also too early to tell too.” She scribbles some notes down on a paper, “I’m going to write down the next dates you should test, and you call me if you have any questions.”

You exit the patient room with a deep exhale and pull out your phone. You see 4 text messages from Rin.

[Rintarooou] Morning

[Rintarooou] Let me know how your doctor’s appointment goes

[Rintarooou] Fuck.

[Rintarooou] I miss you so much.

Your lips curve and you can’t contain your flutter of happiness.

Since Saturday, neither of you could keep your hands off each other. He spent the entire weekend with you and left back to his place Sunday night, not before fucking you senseless.

He returned Monday evening and was so impatient he took you right there at the door, you prayed your only neighbor across the hall did not hear you or the noise coming from behind the door.

When you told him that you missed three days’ worth of your pill, he was the least worried out between you two.

You watched him drop the packet of pills into the garbage, “we don’t need that stuff anymore.”

He made it almost impossible (you didn’t try very hard) to resist him. Every time he touched you, you melted and gave in.

[You] Morning to you too, I just got out of the appointment. Will I see you later?

. . .

It was almost 6pm when you made it back to your place after a long day of meetings at work.

And, you haven’t heard from Rin since this morning.

You couldn’t help but admit the disappointment, but immediately brushed it off. There was no commitment between you two, just sex.

And hopefully, a baby.

You spent the rest of your evening looking at new properties. Your condo was not fitting for a baby or toddler and thought you should start searching now if you were in the process of already trying to conceive. You needed a place with at least three bedrooms so you could use one of them as your office to work from home if needed.

Your current area was not kid friendly. It was too busy and would be too much for a baby. Your search began moving on the outskirt of Nagano.

With a few clicks into it, your phone rings.

Rin’s name flash you screen.

You tap on the green button and quickly tap the speaker, “hello?” you continue searching.

“Let me up?”

Silent sat for a second before you answer, “okay.”

You hung up and pressed the application to allow entrance at the front door. Quickly you saved your search and shut your computer down.

When you walked out of your office, you hear the keypad.

“Y/n?”

“Coming,” you answered.

You round the corner and paused, seeing him before you. “Long day?”

Rin always looks tired, but tonight, he looked exhausted. He smiles, “you could say.”

He sets his bag down by his foot and opens his arms out widely, “hug?”

Your face scrunch in distaste, he looks like he was still in his training clothes. “You should go shower first.”

His arms drop to his side and his head drops, chin to his chest. “I’ve waited all day to see you…”

“Fine,” you hiss, beckoning but he stays rooted in his spot. “What a baby,” you teased, walking towards him. Before you could wrap your arms around him, he already pulled you into his arms. His face smothers yours with kisses. “Rin!”

His lips smack your cheeks before pulling away, “shower with me?”

. . .

You ended up taking a bath with him.

“How was your doctor’s appointment?”

You held his hand still, his heavy and big hands kept trying to massage your tits and it was too distracting.

You didn’t know where to start. “I took a pregnancy test in the doctor’s office today, came back negative but Dr. Lee said it could be too early to tell.”

Lips are pressed against the back of your neck, “well, then that means we need to keep trying still?”

You scoff at his remark but moaned when his hands broke free from your grip and squeezed your tits. They were sensitive, maybe because you were due for your period soon.

“Turn around.”

You do as you’re told, Rin hooks your legs over his and pulls you until you are sitting on his lap. He reaches between you two and grasp his cock under the water and strokes a few times before shifting you and aligning it to your entrance and pulls you down. In this position, you felt him thoroughly as you settle onto his cock. It fills you to the brim.

Your arms are already locked around his neck, legs around his waist and you let out a shaky breath. Your hips begin rolling to a sync rhythm with his hands guiding you.

“Stop biting your lip.”

You had not realized you were and released your lip.

“I wanna hear you.”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip again- holding in your moan as his thrusts gets deeper and harder. The water in the tub swishes around and splatters outside.

“I normally don’t like girls being loud… but I want to hear you.”

Your hips froze for a second hearing him talk about other girls before you resume your movement. You shift onto your knees and arms steadying yourself on his shoulders before bouncing on his cock.

Waves of water spill out of your tub and you couldn’t care, you wanted to make him cum and cum because of you.

His lips latch onto a nipple and his latch and nip made you moan.

Without releasing your poor nipple, he glances up and you can see the glint in his green-yellow eyes. He dares show his teeth holding your nipple hostage as he smirks.

You settle yourself fully on his cock and squeeze all around him and he releases your nipple, forehead dropping against your chest as he groans.

You feel spurs of hot cum hit your walls repeatedly. His hips jerk with each spasm.

. . .

The king size bed that was once all yours, is now shared with Rin the last couple of weeks. You still struggle getting used to the idea of someone else sharing your bed, let alone, cuddle you.

There are times in the middle of the night, where you needed your space from him and would roll over and before you could fall asleep again, strong arms would have already locked around you again.

It became normal to wake up sleeping at the edge of the bed because Rin would roll over until a piece of him was touching you.

It was either his kisses or snuggles that woke you up.

Or his cock.

Something very familiar pressed and poked and slid home.

You were still sleeping on your front side, your breath hitched against the pillow and pressed against his chest, but his weight held you down and in place.

“Morning,” his voice rasped huskily. You’ll never tell him how much his morning voice turns you on. “I needed you this morning.”

You hummed, “morning.”

Morning sex with Rin was always slow and sensual. His hips rolled softly yet deeply in its own tempo. His fingers laced with yours and locked, pressing them into your pillow.

“Rin,” you breathed, “Rin, I’m close…”

His teeth nipped your shoulder, “me too, going to give it all to you. Gonna keep giving it to you until you have my baby.”

He has no idea what it does to you every time he says hisbaby.

Your orgasm shakes you inside out as he cums hard and lots.

He presses kisses on your shoulder, “I have to go away to Tokyo for a week at most for a tournament, I hope to hear good news maybe by then?”

Sleep was taking over you and you were barely able to utter, “I hope so.”

. . .

There was an unexplainable fear you had every time you took a pregnancy test.

It was dreadful and you wished it would just show you the two lines already.

Does it sound crazy how bad you wanted a baby?

Or was it that you wanted his baby?

Two days ago, you had a negative test.

Your watch beeped indicating time was up. Your hand shook before you could turn the doorknob to your bathroom.

As soon as you opened the door, you felt the disappointment already.

To prove it, the test was negative again.

. . .

You missed Rin.

Terribly.

Stupidly.

You shouldn’t be missing him like this.

But your bed was so cold.

And you felt so lonely.

Unable to sleep, you let out a frustrated cry before turning on your night lamp and picked up your phone.

You were about to browse the internet if it was safe to take Melatonin while trying to conceive when an article on the homepage caught your eyes.

Suna Rintarou and ex-girlfriend Chosu Kazue reunited again?

You shouldn’t read it.

But you did.

… Suna has been spotted with ex-girlfriend Chosu…

… leaving the venue together…

The photo at attached to the article at the end is what breaks your heart…

Rin kissing Kazue.

. . .

It is amazing what can be done when you are livid.

You purchased a property outside of Nagato the next day and took the next couple of days off to pack up. All your furniture were moved that day and Jacey came to help you.

“Alright.” She closes the box with aggression. “Spill it, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you answered quietly.

Jacey knew nothing of between you and Rin, and you were going to keep it that way.

“Bullshit, you tell me right now.” She waited, hands on her hips and breathing hard. “You’re up and moving out of the blue? What’s going on?”

“I need to move and find a better place if I am trying to conceive, that’s all.”

“This fast?”

“This fast.”

“What else?”

You sigh, “Rin got back with his ex-girlfriend.”

You tapped the last box of your clothes. You look over to see the only pile left, and they were all Rin’s who left them the last couple of weeks. You’ll send those to his apartment one of these days.

You feel Jacey’s arms enclosed around you, “I’m so sorry.”

You sigh, “don’t be, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to work out anyways. Maybe it’s a good thing I’m not pregnant.”

“What?!”

Fuck.

She rushes around to face you, “you slept with him?”

You rub your forehead, ignoring her eyes, “I guess?”

Jacey pulls you into a hug, “argh, that bastard.”

. . .

It has been four days, you have not text him nor has he texted you.

You poured your entire heart and mind into packing your items and moving out soon. You didn’t want to be in a home filled with his scent and memories even if it was only a few weeks that you two were acquainted with one another.

You took one last look at the place you called home for the past six years and closed the door behind yourself.

The last moving truck should be at your new place right now.

You started your car and was about to shift gears into drive when the manilla envelop in your bag caught your eyes. It was the legal documents Jacey had given to you yesterday.

During it all, you had Jacey produce a contract on your behalf, that if you are pregnant, Suna Rintarou will give up all legal rights to you. He will not have a part in their life.

You signed it, now you need to have him sign it too.

Only, if you are pregnant.

You buckled up and shift into gear when your phone rang.

An unknown number flashed your dashboard and you hesitated on answering it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Y/L?”

You frowned, “yes?”

“You have been listed as an emergency contact for Mrs. Yoshikawa Jacey,” the voice pauses, “I’m sorry, Ms. Y/L, Mr. and Mrs. Yoshikawa have been in a fatal car accident this afternoon. We need you to come in and identify the bodies.”

. . .

Your head knocks against the cement wall of the largest hospital in Nagano.

Your body is numb.

Your heart is numb.

You wiped the small tear in your eye. You have been shedding tears the last couple of days for someone that was not worth it that you felt horrible you were unable to shed more tears for your best friend and her husband’s death.

Their daughter, Kiera is still at daycare, they were on their way to pick her up when a vehicle ran a red light, crashing into Jacey’s car head on.

The papers in your hand tells you-

Yoshikawa Jacey – DECEASED Yoshikawa Junto – DECEASED

“Y/n?”

Your head rolls lifelessly towards the voice that just called your name.

And if life couldn’t be anymore punishing, you almost believed the man before you were Rintarou.

But it was Saito Renkoshi, Junto’s best friend, best man, and Kiera’s Godfather.

He kneels in front of you breathless from running down the halls in the hospital, “I’m sorry I’m late.”

You needed to wait for him to go identify the bodies.

He stands and holds out a hand for you, “come, let’s go see them.”

. . .

You allowed yourself to be held by Renkoshi for God knows how long.

You just about broke down the moment you confirmed the matching tattoo you and Jacey got done on your inner left ankle during your senior year in college.

At last, you gently pulled away, wiped your tears and exhaled. “I’ll go pick up Kiera and we can meet tomorrow to go over funeral paperwork.”

“Why don’t we go pick her up together?”

The drive to Kiera’s daycare was a long distance from the hospital. You’ve been there many times to pick up Kiera for Jacey. As soon as you saw Mrs. Gato, the daycare owner, she burst out crying.

“Poor ‘Era, she must have had known, she kept crying that last hour. I was just about to call Jacey when I got the call from Ren.”

Renkoshi had beaten you to notify Kiera’s daycare helper and you gave him a small thank you smile.

Mrs. Gato led you to Kiera’s playpen where she is sleeping.

A lone tear slipped down your face and you turned away to avoid disturbing the baby, but you ran into a firm chest.

Renkoshi wraps his arms around you again, “it’s okay, we’ll be okay.”

. . .

It was just after midnight when you finally settled into bed. Your phone had died due to the low battery- you didn’t care to charge it lately.

As soon as there was enough juice to power the phone, you saw all the missed calls and text messages.

You only caught sight of the last few messages from Rin.

Where are you?

Why aren’t you answering your phone?

You’re making me worry, pick up your phone?

I just got off the phone with your mom. I’m sorry to hear about Jacey.

Can I see come see you?

Your mom said you moved? How come you didn’t tell me?

He must of have been on, seeing that at the very bottom of all his messages marked Read x:xx.

The phone in your hand vibrated immediately with a call.

You look at the baby beside you and slowly got up and left the room.

“Rin?” You answered tiredly.

“Thank fucken God,” he sighs in relief, “where are you?”

“Home.”

“I’m here, please let me in. I need to see you.” You hear a thud on his end. “I miss you. Let me be there for you.”

It was a moment pause before you asked, “what about Kazue?”

Silent was heavy.

“Let me explain-“

“It’s fine Rin, you don’t need to explain anything.” You exhale, “I’m not pregnant anyways and we don’t have to see each other anymore. I want to be left alone now.”

“Wait, just let me explain.”

“I feel cheated. I know you weren’t mine, Rin, but you gave me empty promises and I trusted you.”

“Let’s talk in person,” his voice didn’t equal his demand.

“No,” you said firmly, “I don’t want to see you for a while.”

. . . . .

> > > @yoitsseulgi @call-me-lulu @stffychn @diluxc @allycalo-blog @sassy-cat-in-town @rintamours

E/N: I apologize it took me longer on this chapter - I got suckered into the Korean drama MoonLover: Scarlet Heart Ryeo and moped and then got my shit together. If you've watched this drama, tell me what was the saddest part... or parts for you?

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintarou smut #suna scenarios #suna x you #suna smut #hq suna #suna angst #suna rintarou

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

***

"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

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tyb1 · 3 years

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If It’s The Right Thing To Do (4)

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Character: Seth Clearwater

Note: let’s imagine your Sam’s little sister

Dialogue prompt:“So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.”

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“I’m sorry Seth but you and I both know that what you’re saying is bullshit.” I snatched my hand away from his chest, the feeling of his racing heart was no longer there. I knew he wasn’t lying about what he said but for his and my sanity, we both needed this to end here. This entire relationship was causing too many problems...well before he decided to join the Cullens.

“What (Y/N)....what are you talking about?.” He stood there with tears in his eyes, I’m surprised he didn’t let them fall like I was letting mine fall. That was one thing I hated about him. He held in all of his emotions and then when it came to the breaking point he would explode. Trust me when I say it’s not a good sight to see.

I had to put off a bold face for him. I couldn’t let him know that I was actually dying inside. I was letting a few tears slide down my face but that didn’t compare to the aching feeling that I was feeling inside of me. It was the same feeling I felt when he first left me.

“Fine since you want me to say it so badly”- I roughly pointed my finger in his face.- “ Leave me alone. We’re breaking up so don’t call me, or text me until you get your priorities straight. I’ll be home when you get your shit together.”

Seth couldn’t look me in the eyes, he started to kick the dirt with his feet. The sand below him started to change different colors from the tears that were falling upon it. He started to mumble a few words but the only thing I could hear was. “You don’t have your priorities straight either (Y/N).”

“It’s because I’m dealing with your shit! I’m around here following you like a lost puppy when you only play mind games with me! I’m so done with you and your bipolar ass!” I spat bitterly, I turned my back to him then marched towards Sam. I turned around to look at him once more, I instantly regretted it. He stood there with his hands in pockets with his head still hanging low. His head shot up instantly making eye contact with me, I quickly snatched my gaze away from him. This was going to be a new start for both of us so I didn’t need to be drawn back in with his puppy dog eyes.

Seth POV 2 weeks later

I was too much of a coward to say goodbye. I was truly heartbroken. I wish I could run to her and tell her that I love her and tell her that I cherish everything about her but I know she wouldn’t believe me. I was all out of options. The only thing that felt right to do was to cry and that’s what I did. I cried so hard that day that Jake had to carry me home on his back. It’s been two weeks since I have last spoken to (Y/N), two of the longest fucking weeks of my life. I thought losing my dad was painful but this...this has won the race. I couldn’t bear the heartbreak so I started to stay out longer. I asked to take over Leah and Jake’s patrol hours. I don’t even remember the last time I ate. I can only remember our last encounter, it’s like a nonstop movie in my head it was causing me to go insane.

I hate it here.

I have been spending most of my days down at the border. I was monitoring the days where Colin and Brady patrolled, they were my best option to trick into letting me cross the border. It was my only way to apologize to (Y/N). So here I was trying to wave down Collin and Brady so I could continue with my ridiculous plan.

“Hey! Colin, Brady pshhh, come here!” I yelled out in the distance to the two wolves. I was standing at the border waiting for them to shift as well. I wasn’t in my wolf form. The last thing I wanted to do was be a threat to them.

Brady was the first to walk from behind the tree while Colin stood behind the tree too nervous to face me. I could read their body language from a mile away, they were very uncomfortable with being around me.

Brady snarled at me, I observed as all of the muscles in his body grew tense as he spoke. “I heard you got into it with Paul. He should have ripped your fucking head off.”

“Wow I wasn’t expecting that from you Brady, but thanks I guess.” I wasn’t trying to be an ass but it just rolled off my tongue. Straight away I regretted it, it only pissed him off even more.

Brady pulled Colin by the collar of his shirt pushing him towards me. The kid could barely keep his posture straight or his eyes focused on me. He had no confidence in his steps and started to trip over the branches on the ground.

Brady pointed between the both of us with his thumb. He had an irritated facial expression plastered on his face. “Tell him what you told me when he left.” he spat bitterly, a small smirk was rising on his face but soon faded as Colin spoke.

“Do I have to?” Colin mumbled, he waved shyly at me. I took this opportunity to wave back to him. I gave him a small smile as well. Colin, Brady, and I were always close but Brady was always the fiery type while Colin was timid.

“Yes, you have to say it!” Brady exclaimed.

Colin rolled his eyes, “Fine, I said that you were an ass for leaving us behind. It wouldn’t be the first time that you left us.” Brady glared at him to continue, “I also said that you have a reputation for turning your back on us.”

I noticed Brady smiling at Colin; he must have felt accomplished. I must admit, I did feel bad, I left them behind but it was some things that they have not come to reality with. “Listen I need a huge favor. I need you to let me cross the border so I can see (Y/N).”

Brady rolled his eyes, “Wow so you just completely ignored what we have to say? Why would we let you cross the border and jeopardize us? Yeah, that was a stupid request.”

“You’ll do it because I am your superior. In Jakes’s pack I’m the beta...but don’t ask Leah or else she’ll lie. She thinks she’s the beta because she’s older but in reality, Jake named me the beta.”

Colin had a questionably look on his face, by now he has grown more comfortable with me and now is standing face to face just like Brady. “Why would you want to see someone who doesn’t want to see you?”

I was taken aback, “Why do you mean? She wants to see me, there is no way that she would not want to see me.”

“Umm I highly doubt it, she’s been living well since the accident. We went skating last week with us and the others. Not once has she mentioned your name.” Brady slapped Colin across the back of his head. I watched as the two bickered back and forth. Brady pushed Colin away from him. He snapped his fingers to gain my attention from my feet. I hadn’t realized that I was getting sidetracked but I was trying to figure out why (Y/N) wasn’t heartbroken.

“She made it clear that she didn’t want to be around you anymore Seth. Dude if I were you I’d really leave her the fuck alone. She really wants nothing to do with you. If you try to see her she’ll probably freak out on you. You’re pretty much dead to her.” Brady then smirked, “There’s also another guy that has been keeping her busy lately.”

Ouch. Well, that hurt...it actually hurt a lot. I cleared my throat so I could stop the tears from arising. We’re not about to cry in front of them!

Colin now slapped Brady beside the head. “You could have said it nicer, idiot.”

“What! Her words, not mine!”

“Just forget about it.” I spat bitterly, If you wanted to forget about me and everything we had then so be it. I could forget you just as fast as you did me. I could care less about those stupid ass memories we made together. Just like you said I really didn’t love you it was just the stupid feeling of you being my damn imprint.

I continued to walk and degrade our relationship. Jake tried to stop and talk to me but I just shoved him out of the way. He started to piss me off as well. He had his nose shoved so far up the Cullens ass he couldn’t tell you what roses smell like. Then here comes my second problem, Leah. I didn’t dare shove her. I didn’t want to pick a fight with her right now. I could explode on her and say some things I didn’t mean.

“Where the hell have you been!? Were you down at the border again?”

“Does it really matter?” I rolled my eyes at the screaming woman. If she wanted to be my mom then she should have birthed me out. She tugged me backward pulling her face up to hers. I stared into her lonely eyes as she did the same with me.

“You’re my little brother so you are my business. Stop doing dumb shit, Seth.”

I ripped my face from her hands. “So let me get this straight when I need you you’re nowhere to be found but when I do something dumb you magically appear.” I already knew where the conversation was heading. I was not in the mood to hear her shit right now because I was a walking bomb ready to explode.

“Did you go see (Y/N)?”

“No! I didn’t see her. Why do you make everything about her? I could care less about her.” I couldn’t control myself. I threw my fist into a nearby tree. It cracked and fell to the ground. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. As much as I wanted the tears to stop falling I couldn’t. I have never felt so empty in my entire life. That same feeling of heartbreak resurfaced throughout my body. My chest began to tighten, a sharp pain shot throughout my body as I tried to walk forward.

”Make it stop hurting Leah.” I began to sob uncontrollably. “It hurts so bad, why did she have to go? Why is everyone leaving me? What did I do to deserve this….I just try so hard to make everyone happy but when will it be my turn to be happy? Mom is fucking dating Charlie now. We barely see her anymore only on fucking holidays! Why did dad have to fucking go!? And you only check on me when it’s convenient for you Leah! Why is everyone leaving me, Leah!?”

“Seth I-”

I cut her off, “Don’t say it.” I knew I was going to apologize about the accident that happened with dad. I never blamed her for the accident. She didn’t mean any harm by it. I could never bring myself to blame her.

I started to wipe my tears with the sleeves of my flannel shirt. It brought back the memories of the time that (Y/N) would take my flannel and wear it with her converse and shorts. I started to cry all over again at the thought. I started to choke on my words, everything that was coming out of my mouth was undetectable. “(Y/N) was always there for me and now I chose the bloodsuckers over her. She doesn’t understand that it was the right thing to do. They were going to kill a baby. Leah, I don’t have anyone else. I’m so fucking lonely!”

“I know how it feels Seth. It hurts like hell but you’ll get over it. I’m sorry that you felt like I wasn’t there for you. I must admit that I was being completely selfish. I love you Seth and don’t you forget that.” I started to relax under her embrace. I haven’t seen this side of her since she and Sam were together. It was good to have her back though. “I love you too.”

I followed her gaze, she was staring up at the stars. “I want you to cry it all out, Seth. All of that heartbreak and sadness you have deep within you I want you to let it the fuck out. If you hold it in it’ll turn into anger then that anger will turn into bitterness. I’ll come back and check on you in the morning.”

I don’t want to be alone…

Leah’s footsteps started to become faint, I was left alone in my thoughts once again. I honestly didn’t want her to go. All I wanted for her to do was to hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright. I was stuck on ground zero like I was when my dad died, no one was there for me except (Y/N). She would probably hold me in her hands while whispering the things I wanted to hear. I wish you were here right now, maybe I wouldn’t be so angry at the world.

“Fuck it!” I started to yell out in the night air. I threw punches in the nearby tree to try and let my anger out. I hit each syllable of the words in the tree. “Fuck you, Sam! And Fuck you too Paul!! I’m not scared of you!” “I don’t care what anyone does and says to me. I’m going to see her and no one is going to stop me.” I didn’t stop until the tree flew back by the force of my hits.

I shifted into my wolf and ran towards her scent. Brady and Colin were still on patrol however they were both on the other side of the forest. It would take them a while to catch up to me at the speed I was running at. A sinister laugh escaped from my lips. This power or maybe it was the adrenaline….no, this was most definitely power. It made me feel invincible, By no means this was me finally sticking up for myself, or how (Y/N) would say, this was me finally growing some balls.

Her scent was in the direction of the beach, oh how could I miss that scent. I followed the dominating scent but there was something a bit off with her scent. It was a mixture of something foreign. I gazed out to the beach scanning every person that was out there. It seemed like there was a party, there were so many teenagers out around the bonfire. I growled out as I watched you sit on a log with another guy’s hoodie on. His cheap polo cologne filled my nostrils. You were sitting there laughing at something that he said which probably wasn’t that funny.

“Tch, I want to know what’s so funny.” Anger arose in my body causing my teeth and claws to sharpen. My breathing became irregular and there was a tight feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore it but the harder I breathe the more painful it becomes. I took a step forward and instantly collapsed on the ground. My wolf form quickly disappeared and there I was laying on the ground in the fetal position. I tried to crawl but my body felt numb. The only feeling I had was the tears falling from my eyes down my cheeks and onto the ground. I even tried to scream out your name but nothing came out but a gasping sound.

Was I dying?

I started to cry even harder, the thought of dying always freaked me out but the thought of leaving you with guilt made me feel even worse. The sobs were coming out more frequently than I anticipated. I didn’t have time to catch my breath or even think straight. Everything felt like it was closing on me. The air around me started to thin out making me feel dizzy. The pain in my chest starts to become more unbearable.

“(Y/N) wait...I..I...can’t breathe!” I choked out the words barely having the strength to do it. My head started to pound from the lack of oxygen I was getting. My hearing was becoming undetectable. I felt my body go stiff and my eyes fluttered shut as well, everything became dark and warm.

It took every bone and ounce of energy to draw a tiny heart near me. If (Y/N) found me like this then she would see the heart. She’ll know that I died loving her...right? Was I even dying or am I just being dramatic? I don’t know, I just want to embrace the warmness that surrounding me right now.

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kaeyasstarlight · 3 years

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A Sleeping Beauty(Husband!/Prince!Shoto Todoroki x Wife!/Aurora!Reader)(Royal/Sleeping Beauty AU)

A.N: I hope you will like this scenario and I had fun writing it :D I will probably do more Disney stories like this with other characters and have fun reading! :)

If I made a mistake feel free to tell me! :)

Genre:Fluff

Warnings: Female pronouns(She/Her)

Story Used:"Sleeping Beauty" Disney adaptation

"Daddy! It's time for my bed time story!",your 4 years old kid yells(You can choose a girl,a boy or a non-binary kid).

"I'm coming princess/prince/royal",your husband Shoto responds while smiling at you both's creation.

He thanks you everyday for giving him the most beautiful gift you could have given him, a child of his own.

He goes sit on the bed of his kid and he sees your down expression on your face while you pass in the hallway.

You have been feeling down lately because of work, but you didn't want to show it to your family, but Shoto knows you too well and saw that you were down. An idea pops in his head at this moment.

"Hey Honey? Would like to come listen to the story with us. The one of today is special.", you smile at him

"Of course. I'll go get a blanket and I'm coming."

You then get back with the big blanket and put it on you, Shoto and your kid.

"So, you said that today's story was special?",you look at your husband.

"Yes. I took a story and changed it a bit at my manner."

"I'm excited to see", said your kid with a big grin on their face.

"Ok, so here it is":

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of (Your Country), was born a beautiful princess named Y/N L/N.

"Just like mommy!", said your kid while cutting Shoto's story.

"Yes just like Mommy, and she was just as beautiful as your mother."

You knew where this was going and a smile popped on your face at his actions.

For the birth of the princess, their parents has organized a big event where all the kingdom and the Kingdom of the king Enji who had just gotten a fourth kid nammed Shoto, was invited. The parents(I made it so it works if you have two moms or two dads), had invited three fairies and they each would give the princess a gift. The first one, Katsuki, gave the princess the gift of beauty. The second one, Tenya, gave the princess the gift of a beautiful voice.

"For now the story works with mommy's description"

"You think so",said Shoto

"Yeah! Mommy is very beautiful and she has a pretty voice when she sings"

"You don't have to say all that",you respond while blushing a bit

"Also the prince has the same name as you daddy"

"Yeah. Imagine the princess and the prince ends up together like me and mommy."

"It would be so cute!"

"Before you continue, does the fairies has the same names as uncle Kacchan and uncle Iida?"

'Yeah, and the third one's name is Izuku just like uncle Midoriya"

"Ohhhhh you can continue"

Shoto continues:

When it was the turn of the third fairy,Izuku, a big amount of smoke appeared. It was the shapeshifter witch Himiko Toga.

"No one invited me to the party? How sad. Well I guess I can also give something to the little girl now that I'm here."

"No! You won't touch her and get her blood you crazy witch!"

"Oh come on! You know I have something better. You didn't invite to the celebration when you know I love parties. You know what? I'm gonna give the princess a gift! She will pick her finger on a spinning wheel on her sixteenth birthday and die!"

"NO!", yelled your parents

Himiko then disapeared in a cloud of smoke. The third fairy hasn't given her gift yet. He decides to give her the gift that instead of dying, she will fall into a deep slumber until someone gives her a true love kiss. The parents of the girl orders that all spinning wheels of the kingdom must be burned and the parents decides to let their daughter live with the fairies in a cottage in the forest.

Many years later, the princess turns into a beautiful and wonderful woman. She doesn't know her parents are the royal family and she thinks she's just a peseant and that Katsuki,Tenya and Izuku educated her after her parents died. It is now Y/N's sixteeth birthday and the fairies wants to organize her a surprise party.

"Y/N? Could you please go gather berries for the dessert tonight?", said Tenya.

"Of course! I'll be back later!"

"And don't forget not talk to strangers!",reminded Katsuki

Y/N left the house and went to go gather the berries in the forest. The girl then decided to go by the river a little while. The animals then gather aroud her. She always had a good relationship with animals and she taught they could understand her.

Meanwhile, the prince Shoto, who has also become a handsome young man, was out with his horse and heard the voice of the girl. He got struck by the beauty of her voice he wanted to know who she was. He tried to follow the voice but on his way, he fell into a pound.

On the side of the river, Y/N is talking with animals about the fact that her godfathers stills treats her like she's a child and she wishes she could meet someone. She then tells them she met someone "Once Upon A Dream". While she tells her dream about her walking with a prince, some of the animals finds the cape,the boots and the hat of the prince and takes them.

(At this part you can listen to the song "Once Upon A Dream" to be more in the ambiance ;) )

The animals acts as the prince of Y/N's dream and dance with her. She is getting directly in the scene and dances with them while pretending she's talking to the prince from her dream. Then at a moment, the real prince Shoto starts to sing. She's surprised at first and tries to go away because he's a stranger. He then tells her: "Don't you remember? You said it yourself, we already met, "Once Upon A Dream"".he then starts to sing again. The princess then gets confidence in him and dances with him like this.

Shoto makes you stand up and puts his hand on your waist. He makes you sway in his arms to slow dance just like the prince with the princess in the story. He starts to sing the song and you get along with it. You both are twirling in your kid's room and having a romantic moment like you never had. Your kid looks at the both of you with amazed eyes and claps at the end of your performance.

"Let's go back to the story shall we?",Shoto says after you both sat down again on the bed.

Y/N invites the young man to meet her godfathers at dinner and he accepts. Meanwhile, at the cottage, the fairies had some trouble to organize the party so they decided to use their magic.

"HUH?! Why the hell would you want to make the dress Blue?! It would obviously be better in Pink!(I can't belive I wrote that haha)",said Katsuki

"Kacchan I was just proposing an idea, but I think that the Blue would be better on Y/N",responded Izuku

"Hell nah! I have way better fashion sense than you damn nerd! She would be so much better in Pink!"

While they were arguying, Tenya was trying to make a cake with no big succes the normal way. With magic, it gave a better result and it looked so delicious. Unfortunately, all the magic that Katsuki, Tenya and Izuku were making was leaving traces and it caught the attention of Himiko's sidekick, Dabi. He hides behind the house and Y/N arrives back home. She tells her godfathers that she has fallen in love, but they don't know it's the prince. They tell her that she's the princess and that she's already engaged to the prince Shoto and they will bring her back to the castle tonight. She goes in her room crying because won't be able to be with the stranger she fell in love with.

Dabi overheard the conversation and went to tell Himiko that the princess would be at the castle tonight.

Meanwhile,the prince tells his father he wants to marry a peseant, which the king Enji is not pleased about.

"SHOTOOO! YOU CAN'T MARRY A PESEANT! YOU'RE ENGAGED TO THE PRINCESS Y/N!"

Shoto didn't care about his father and would go to the dinner at the cottage tonight anyways.

Y/N gets all dressed and ready for her birthday celebration and be with her parents again, but then a glow apears in the room. She follows it by curiosity. The fairies then also see the glow when they come to go get Y/N and try to go as fast as they can to stop her. Unfortunately, they came too late and the beautiful princess was on the floor. Himiko laughs at her victory:

"Hahahaa! I did it! The princess is dead and you came too late!", she disapears and the fairies put the princess in a bed in the highest tower of the castle. They put all the people from the castle in a deep slumber just like Y/N. Before they fell asleep, the king Enji and the parents of Y/N were talking and the fairies understand that the man Y/N fell in love with was the prince. When they go back to the cottage, they realize the prince has already been taken to Himiko's hideout.

"So....", Himiko shows to Shoto his princess in a deep slumber.

"Would you look at that. The beautiful princess you fell in love with has been put in a deep slumber. I think I should let her like this until you become old and raged while she didn't age a bit and you won't be together."

"NO!", Shoto yells.

Y/N was one of the only person Shoto trusted and wanted to be with forever and he was gonna lost her. When Himiko leaves the prince alone, the fairies rescue him and give him a sword and a shield to fight the witch.

Himiko tries to stop Shoto to go in the castle by putting thorns around it, but without succes for her, because the prince breaks them in a sway of his sword. She turns into a big dragon to confront him and the prince fights her furiously. At a moment, he throws the sword into her heart to kill her(I'm sorry TwT I love Toga I didn't want to kill her but it's for the sake of the story TwT).

The prince goes up to the highest tower of the castle and finds his beautiful princess on the bed. He goes closer to her to kiss her on the lips. She wakes up and sees her love smiling at her. They go together in the ballroom and Y/N's parents are glad to see her again after all those years. They all go in a hug and Y/N goes back to her prince and they dance together. While they dance, Katsuki and Izuku are still fighting over the color of the dress.

"I told you Pink, you damn nerd!"

"-_- You know what at this point I won't even try Kacchan."

They then got married a few months later and got many beautiful/handsome childrens.

The end.

"Wow! They ended up together just like you two! It's so cool!", your kid says didn't realizing it was you two all along.

Thanks to Shoto, your sad expression of earlier was long gone.

"It was a beautiful story Sho", you say smiling at him

"I'm glad you both liked it", Shoto responds.

Your kid yawns and you tug them in their bed.

"Goodnight my baby",you say to them.

"Goodnight mommy and daddy,I love you"

"Goodnight", you both say to them.

You peek throught the door to see that they are already asleep.

"So.... Many kids huh?", you say smirking a bit at him.

He also smirks at you and says:"I mean I wouldn't mind giving them a sibling.", he goes closer to you to kiss you on the lips and then rub your arms.

"Would you like to?", he says.

"I wouldn't mind either. You want to start now?", you respond.

He responds to you by smirking.

It's gonna be a long night... ;)

A.N: I hope you enjoyed this story. I had fun writing it and I will probably do more scenarios like this with other characters and stories :)

Have a nice day or night and remember to take care of yourselves! <3 (I'm on my period right now so I try to take care of myself TwT)

You are beautiful and loved! <3

See you soon!

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dandelionflower · 3 years

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I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.

It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)

She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.

Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.

They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.

Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.

She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.

“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”

“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”

Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”

“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”

“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”

Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”

“Both I guess?”

“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”

My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”

“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.

“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”

“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”

“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.

“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.

“Don’t remind me.”

“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.

“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.

“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.

Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.

She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.

“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.

“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”

With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.

“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”

“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”

“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.

“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.

Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”

Culpa?

A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.

Culpa?

“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”

“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.

He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.

“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.

“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.

“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”

“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”

“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”

“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.

“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.

“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”

“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.

She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.

“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.

“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.

“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”

“Sure.”

She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.

It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.

This was... going to be complicated.

#felinette #ml felix #felix agreste #felix culpa #marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #ml alya #alya cesaire #ml nino #nino lahiffe #ml adrien #adrien agreste

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter Six

Chapter Six

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: slight smut** angst, spencer's overthinking and anxiety, passing out, plot twist, very understanding reader, happy ending, smut implied but not graphic

word count: 6.2K

from the beginning <3

Derek and Savannah planned to come over on Sunday morning to introduce Hank and Amoreena, his namesake and his honorary daughter meeting felt very important to him.

Y/N and he spent the morning cleaning up the house, making sure all the books were away and the coffee was on so when they pulled in at 11 for brunch they’d be ready.

Amoreena was beyond excited at the idea of a 16th cousin, not knowing about Henry or Michael yet either, bringing her total to 18 cousins.

Spencer learned something new about them and the farm every single day he was there. Which he expected, it had been 8 days and he was all but moved in. They joked just that morning about them moving too fast, shrugging it off and living their lives anyway.

Derek and Savannah were one of the sweetest couples Spencer knew. They had a love he admired, it also blossomed fast and stayed strong through everything Derek went through.

Derek was always going to be his rock, someone he loved deeply and cherished more than he could ever explain to anyone. More than a brother, a long-lost lover, a confidant, his best friend in the whole world. If he could live through everything he’s been through and still be happy, so could Spencer.

Amoreena is out the door and meeting them before Y/N and Spencer are even aware they pulled in. “Hey little lady, I’m your uncle Derek,” he can hear Derek’s sweet voice that he only uses with kids.

They walked out onto the porch to see Amoreena shaking both their hands before asking if Savannah needed help carrying her purse. Ever the little helper, she intended on making the best introduction to her new family members.

“Spence, this place is amazing!” Savannah gushed as she pulled him into a hug, and then Y/N, “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too! You’re all so pretty, holy cow,” she swoons, “what does the FBI put in the water over there?”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s running off over here too,” Spencer compliments Y/N right back.

Derek gives Y/N the biggest hug he’s ever seen, “you are my new bestie, anyone who loves Reid as much as me is a keeper.”

“I like this one, Savannah you have good taste,” Y/N teases, holding Derek in her embrace.

“We got the best guys the bureau had to offer and stole them away,” she laughed, wrapping an arm around Spencer as they turned to see Hank.

“Well, someone had to put them to good use,” Y/N had an arm wrapped around Derek too, slipping into Spencer’s life effortlessly.

Hank was almost 5, it blew Spencer’s mind to think that Derek had been a father for 5 years now. He was the sweetest little guy, holding Amoreena’s hand as the two of them walked up the stairs.

They had sandwiches and muffins in the garden, everything was homemade and grown on the farm. It was a life Spencer was excited to get used to, they even made their own cheese and wine in the summer for the farmers market.

Every time he learned a new detail about this place it got more perfect.

Hank loved the goats, he crawled right in with Amoreena and sat down in the mud. Petting the babies and letting all the mamma goats nibble at his hat as they got close. He giggled and screamed, petting all of them nicely as Amoreena told him all their names.

Derek was very quick to pick out a cowboy hat and pretend he was southern, trying out his fake accent and making Savannah laugh as they explored the farm, skipping through the fields and kissing in the grass. They were just as in love as Spencer and Y/N, they all got along like couples who have been friends since college.

Like this had been their life all along, nothing about it felt new. It just felt right.

Everything about her fit into his life like she was handcrafted for it, picked and polished before set in a box and hidden away from the world. She was a collector's item and he was a collector, keeping her close and never letting her go. He knew her worth, but the feeling she produced in his heart was better than anything in the world.

Before they know it, it’s almost 3 and Hank is about to fall asleep in the grass as Amoreena reads him a story. Derek and Savanah are laying back on a blanket half-listening as they watch the clouds. Spencer and Y/N doing the same.

It’s wonderful, he makes eye contact with Derek while running his fingers through Y/N’s hair. He just smiles at Spencer, prouder he can even express.

“I think it’s about time we head out,” Derek cuts into the peacefulness of their day.

“We’ll be back, and often,” Savannah laughs, “I’m going to hide here from the hospital, you don’t have service right?”

“Not if you turn it off and leave it in the car,” Y/N laughed too, pulling Savannah into a hug and walking with her towards the house. Best friends in the making, it was going to be trouble for him and Derek, exciting, but frightful at the same time.

Savannah excuses herself to the bathroom before they leave, Spencer offers to help Derek carry his tired little toddler to the car so they can talk. He was excited to hear Derek's thoughts about the day, proud of the life he could introduce them to.

“Can I ask you a serious question?” Derek finally cut into their quiet walk to the car with a very serious tone.

“Sure,” Spencer nodded vigorously, a little nervous.

“Do you remember when we lost that bet in 2008?” Derek started, “JJ and Emily were saying it wasn’t fair, that we were hogging all the sexiness and smarts and we should just donate sperm to help the population?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you actually do it?” Derek watches Spencer’s mind wandering as he recalls everything.

He has donated sperm twice in his life, keeping it between him and Derek the first time, telling no one about it the second time. The first was when JJ got pregnant with Henry, teasing him that he should make more geniuses in the world. Emily was even considering having a baby on her own back then before everything with Doyle went down.

The second time was after Maeve died in 2013 when he realized that he might not ever get to actually be a dad.

Donating again purely in the hopes that in 18 years someone would find him in search of a connection with their birth father. It seemed like the only way he’d be able to be a father one day, and that was right around the time Amoreena would have been conceived if she’s 7 now.

Spencer looks at him with wide eyes, “you think she’s mine?”

“Without a doubt,” he whispers, stopping to put Hank in his car seat and give Spencer some time to panic.

“She’s not mine,” Spencer keeps shaking his head, so hard that Derek is worried it might fall off as he panics, “she can’t be, that would be insane. No way, no I’m not even going to pretend she is. Nope.”

Derek places his hand on Spencer’s shoulder to calm him, “do you know who her father is?”

“No,” he whispers as he closes his eyes, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “She tells people that Amoreena is her fiancé Stephens, no one really questions that she had her 2 years after he died, but Y/N doesn’t even know who her father is.”

“That’s a serious conversation you need to have with her, regardless, she deserves to know you’ve possibly got other geniuses walking around out there.”

Spencer felt his anxiety dump adrenaline into his blood, making him sweat and panic as he turned around in circles a few times. He looked physically drained, not know what the fuck to do moving forward.

“I can’t go talk to her right now while Amoreena is there,” Spencer panicked as Derek finally closed the door, Hank was all situated and ready to go.

“I can bring you home?” Derek offered, “go get your things and tell her that you have to go.”

“Okay,” he whispered, trying to calm down enough to face her.

Walking back up to her house felt like it took forever, even passing savannah as he all but ran, stepping inside the house to see Amoreena reading on the couch while Y/N was in the kitchen, whistling happily, waiting for him to come back.

Amoreena looked up at him with a smile, “are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he lied with a fake smile. “I actually have to go, Derek needs help with something at his place and I’ll be back later for dinner, okay?”

“Awe,” Y/N’s voice travelled from the kitchen to where he was, she walked into the room with an apron on and a towel in her hands. “I was hoping you’d help me make a pie.”

“I’m sorry, hun, I’ll be back soon,” he assured her, “I love you guys.”

“Love you, Dad,” Amoreena smiled, before returning to her book.

Every time she called him dad it made his heart stop, but that one made his breathing stop too, he struggled to swallow as he turned his attention to Y/N approaching him.

Y/N gave him a big hug and then he was gone, running down the driveway and hopping in Derek's car as fast as he could. Still overthinking everything, his mind memorizing every look on Amoreena’s face and trying to see if there was any proof in her being his.

There was a lot. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, he didn’t want to think about that at all. She was his regardless, no DNA test would change how he loved her. He was more afraid of Y/N’s reaction to finding out.

Savannah didn’t ask what was going on, leaving him and Derek to be as weird and cryptic as they always were together. Looking out the window quietly as Spencer had a panic attack in the back seat.

He convinced Derek to drop him off at the clinic where he donated the sperm both times. Still absolutely pissed off with himself that one of the biggest decisions of his life was the one he forgot about, wanting to know if he could find out anything about his potential offspring.

“Sir, I’m so sorry,” the nice receptionist tried her best to stay calm as Spencer rushed through his dilemma.

“Only a child can learn who their father was when they turn 18, if they choose to contact you it’s up to them. You agreed to that when you donated.”

“You can’t even tell me how many kids I have out there?” He tried to reason with her, “I’m in the FBI surely you can make an exception for me it’s not like I'm going to stalk the kids, I just want to know if one’s going to contact me one day,” he tried everything to get her to open up.

“What’s your name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

She stood and walked into the back, opening a cabinet full of records and pulling one out. She opened it, running a finger along with the document as she read it over.

“You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault; if you wanted to donate again,” she read him all the facts and somehow it just made him panic more.

Y/N’s voice echoing in his mind, “after I did IVF.” She said those words. He heard them. She didn’t know the father. His name wasn't on the sample. It was anonymous. Everything caught up to him at that moment.

“Thank you,” he whispered, white as a ghost as he tried to turn away, dropping to the floor and passing out instead.

When he woke up, he was somehow back in Derek’s car on the way back to his apartment. Hank and Savannah nowhere to be seen, the radio on low as Derek paid attention to the road. It was quiet, he didn’t even know Spencer was awake again until he sighed.

He didn’t say anything to Derek, instead, taking out his phone and texting Y/N.

Spencer: Hey, something serious came up. I won't be able to come back till after bedtime and then I need to tell you something important that might make you very mad at me.

Y/N: you’re going to make me go grey being this ominous

Spencer: I’m sorry, but it’s going to be a lot to explain.

Y/N: should I get wine or something harder ready to listen?

Spencer: Honestly, I’m not even sure yet.

Y/N: cant wait… love you?

Spencer: I love you too, don’t forget that!

Y/N: as long as you don’t either ♥︎

—

He pulled up to Y/N’s house at 9:30, knowing that Amoreena would be well asleep by then. Unbothered by any crying or yelling that could arise from the news he had to share with her mother.

He was terrified to tell her but he needed to. Relationships only work with communication and he knew that, respecting her and loving her enough to do anything in his power to keep her in his life.

He walked inside to see the lights all off, heading around the back of the house to see her in the garden with a drink, surrounded by little lights twinkling as she listened to her favourite Taylor Swift album, he wasn’t shocked in the slightest to find her like that.

“Hey,” he announced himself to her so she wouldn’t be startled.

Her smile warms his heart and clears the butterflies from his stomach for a quick moment, “hey cutie, did you want me to warm up some dinner for you?”

“No thank you,” he shook his head softly, standing by the gate and not wanting to get too close. “I need to tell you something and you might get really mad at me.”

“Alright,” she sat up straighter, hands on her knees as she played with the material of her jeans.

“I donated sperm as a joke in 2008, but then again in January of 2013 when my girlfriend died because I thought it would be the only way to maybe have a kid find me one day when they turned 18. I never thought I’d get to have a family after Maeve died,” the words fell out of his mouth and onto the patio.

“Oh my god,” was all she said, eyes wide and mouth open, she was completely still.

“I went to the clinic and they won't tell me who my kids are, apparently there are four of them so I have no idea if it’s Amoreena or not and I’m just so sorry for not telling you. I honestly forgot, and I don’t normally forget. After everything that’s happened to me, I just forgot, I’m sure it looks like I found you on purpose or something but I assure you that I didn’t,” he wasn’t sure why he was just dumping all these thoughts on her when he hadn’t even thought them through, but they wouldn’t stop.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she shrugged then, smiling at his confused face. “We have more and see if they look like her.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I’d never joke about making another Amoreena, that would be amazing.”

“You’re not mad?” He blinked at her a few times, wondering if he heard her wrong, twice.

“Why would I be mad at the fact that you might be her real father and the reason she’s the smartest person on earth? She’s literal walking sunshine, am I supposed to be mad you could give her fully biological siblings? I wanted your babies even if she wasn’t yours,” Y/N paused, eyebrows raised as she made her point.

“If I’m supposed to be mad about you completing our family then I’m furious,” she laughed as she stood up, walking over to wrap her arms around him.

“Even if you’re not her father, you’re always going to be her dad,” she whispered as she reached him.

He looked down into her eyes, the most beautiful and caring woman in the world, cuddled into his chest in the middle of paradise. He couldn’t help but laugh, it was insane how easy it was to love her.

“I love you,” he reminded her.

She pulled him down into a kiss, holding her hand on his cheek lightly as he pressed his lips to hers. She rested her forehead on his as they parted, “I love you more.”

“Doubt it,” he teased her with a smile, pulling her in closer and lifting her up into his arms.

“Where are we going?” She giggled.

“Where would you like to go, Princess? This is your kingdom after all.”

The biggest, most suspicious grin appeared on her face then, “put me down,” she instructed and he followed. Setting her down and feeling her grab his hand instead.

She led him inside the house and up the stairs, placing her finger over her lip to let him know to be quiet. She pulled him inside her bedroom for the first time and he was absolutely mesmerized.

It was like a jungle of books in there, pictures of her and Amoreena all over the walls and the cutest mushroom bedsheets in the world. It was like he walked into her mind, it was calming and beautiful and just what he imagined.

Peaceful.

“We’re not staying in here,” she whispered towards him, pulling him into the closet.

She pulls out 2 black garment bags and places them on the bed before looking through her jewellery box. She brings back a small velvet box and places it in his hands.

“Would you want to do something insane with me?”

“Always,” he can’t help but smile.

“My grandma always wanted Stephen to propose to me with that ring, but he used his own mothers instead,” she whispered. “I don’t want to have an official thing, I already planned one wedding and never got to have it.”

“Okay?” He tried his best to follow along, analyzing her facial expressions to see just how nervous she was, as well as the underlying sadness of time missed. Just like she had mentioned that first night he stayed here.

“I had my grandma’s dress tailored to wear at my wedding, I’ve never put the final version on,” she unzips the one bag, revealing a silk white dress with an incredibly long train.

“My grandpa's suit is in the other one, I think you will fit into it,” she reaches out a hand to pull him closer to the bed and look at it with her. “I just want to put them on and tell you I love you in the field and just call you my husband. I don’t give a single shit that it’s been a week, why should I wait a year to call you that when I can start now?”

He doesn’t know what to say, he’s speechless for too long and he knows that it’s making her anxious but he can’t speak. His eyes turn glossy and his hands shake as he holds the small box in his hands, opening it to find a beautiful ruby on a gold band, surrounded by small diamonds, alongside her grandfather's gold band.

He gets down on one knee then and she pulls him right back up to his feet, shaking her head. “It can’t be like last time, I don’t want to repeat a single part of it. I can’t lose you too.”

“You never will,” he’s finally able to speak. “I’m not going anywhere, believe me, you are the most important person in my life. I would drop everything and hide here forever to keep safe, if you wanted me to, I’m too in love with you to go anywhere.”

She smiles at him with wide eyes and the glimmer of hope returning. She picks up her dress and heads to the bathroom door, “put the suit on and meet me downstairs?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he winks at her before taking the suit down the hall to his room.

He notices the wedding photo on the night table again, taking the suit out of the bag to see nothing really changed since the last time it was worn. Her grandfather was tall and skinny like him when they got married, so he fits into the 1950’s suit almost perfectly.

He straightened everything out in the mirror, making sure he tucked the ring box back into his pocket before quietly tiptoeing back down the creaky wooden steps.

Y/N wasn’t done yet, he could hear her walking around in her room softly as she paced from her dresser to the bathroom over and over, most likely trying to find something in her jewellery box and looking in the mirror more than once. She didn’t sound nervous, her feet weren’t hesitant, she sounded like a woman on a mission, that was a good thing.

He was the nervous one, scared out of his mind with the fear he wouldn’t do this right. That she had dreams, plans and expectations he needed to live up to and what if he couldn’t? He put his face in his hands and tried his best to push all the fears away but they kept swirling. Making his brain hurt, he didn’t want to fuck anything up with her. She was already so understanding and wonderful, she’d given so much to him already he can’t fuck this up—

And then she’s walking down the stairs. Like sunshine; parting the grey skies as the thunder clouds dissipate and the rain washes down the streets, he’s fine again.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers.

Her smile was priceless, “thanks, cutie, I’m so glad it fits you!”

He followed her towards the kitchen where she picked up the phone, dialled a number and waited, “hey mom.”

“Spencer and I are going on a late-night walk, outback, yeah, Amoreena is asleep, can you just keep an eye on the house? I’m going to let Rufus in to keep guard anyway,” Y/N explained over the phone, agreeing and humming to whatever her mother said in response. “love you too, thanks."

She let the dog in like she said she would, handing the overly friendly golden retriever a treat before finally pulling Spencer outside and towards the barn.

They were both in running shoes, it was incredibly adorable for the occasion and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Her hand was so soft as she tugged him along behind her, her dress and hair blowing in the wind as they walked.

She grabbed an old kerosene lantern from the barn, lighting it quickly and holding it by the handle, “you ready?”

“I am,” he smiled softly, still anxious in his core, more so now because he was overly excited to be spending the rest of his life with her.

They continued to walk down past the barn, through the cow pasture and finally entering a clearing. It was full of lilacs and ragweed, yellows and purples blowing ever so gently back and forth under the moonlight.

“This is where my grandparents would read to me, and where they renewed their vows when I was 14, and this is where I got the call that I was pregnant with Amoreena. It’s a very special place to me,” her voice was barely a whisper.

Spencer took the lantern from her and placed it in the grass, it illuminated the both of them just enough that they could see each other's faces and know exactly how much they loved each other without even having to say any words.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Spencer’s words were careful, he didn’t want her to think he didn’t either.

She nodded softly, “I loved Stephen very much, I don’t think I’ll ever stop, but I loved him enough to know he’d want me to be happy, he’d really like you and don’t tell him this but I think I love you more than I ever loved him,” she made light of a very heavy subject.

Smiling at him like he was the world, he fully believed her. “I thought Maeve as it for me too before she died, I was so, so wrong. Every day I discover a new level of love for you I didn’t think possible the day before, I never want to stop searching for how deep my love for you goes.”

“To new adventures,” she whispered.

“And happy endings,” he replied, remembering the conversation they had about the Disney characters they loved the most just yesterday morning.

He removed the box from his pocket, opening it and taking her ring out of the fabric. The tiny diamonds around the ruby sparked in the light, shining little rainbows over their faces as they smiled at each other once again, cheeks aching from all the happiness.

“What finger do you want to wear it on? Seeing as we’re doing this our way,” he compromised for her very easily.

“The middle one on my left hand, you?” She asked as she took his ring out as well.

“The ring finger,” he whispered. “I want you to be close to my heart forever.”

“Okay,” she whispered back, pushing the ring onto his finger first before placing her hand in his, waiting for his hands to stop shaking so he could put it on her.

He pushed it right back towards the knuckle, holding her hand in his after and just staring at the ring. He just married the woman of his dreams.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself, making her laugh.

“What?”

A tear trickled down his cheek as he tried to smile at her, his jaw wobbling as he tried to stay calm but he couldn’t, he let himself cry softly as she cupped his face with her free hand.

“I love you too, Spencer,” is all she said, pressing her lips to his, finally.

He held her there in his embrace, lips touching as they breathed each other in. The smell of the field and the flowers that were once so strong in his nose, now he only smells her perfume, he almost forgets where he is as they kiss. The world could have stopped and he wouldn’t have ever known, too caught up on loving her.

He doesn’t pull away when the kiss breaks, instead, resting their foreheads together as they breathed.

“I’m going to love you until the day I die.”

She brushes their noses together softly as if to agree, “give me at least 40 years with you, and then I’ll meet you in heaven?”

“We’re already here,” he whispers, “you and Amoreena are my angels.”

They kissed again, just as soft and perfect as before. She smiled at the end, pulling back and taking her cellphone out of the dress pocket that he didn’t even know was there.

She set it on the fence post that separated the cows from the field, making sure it was steady and setting a timer. She rushed to Spencer and pulled him back into the same kiss, letting the phone take a burst of photos for them to remember later on.

“Pick a song,” he whispered into the moment, seeing her face scrunch as she became confused. “We need a first dance, I know your grandparents had to have danced out here at least once if she loved music as much as you say she did.”

“I love you,” is all she can say as she beams a smile at him. Skipping over to her phone and doing just as he asked.

“I need a piece of Amoreena in this moment,” she explained her song choice, making him think it would be the Elton John song, but it wasn’t.

A beautiful piano balled played before he heard the all too familiar voice of Taylor Swift, the girl's favourite. “Seven, because that’s how many years it took for us to find you.”

He takes her hand again, twirling her around before pulling her body into his. The both of them holding on tight as they swayed to the song, it fit every single aspect of his love for her to a T. Like it was Taylor made for them.

“Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids make a pattern Love you to the Moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long,”

It was so unbelievable. She had mentioned the love she felt for Stephen, he mentioned his love for Maeve, both of their faces hard to bring to memory as they fell in love with each other. A new feeling, a happier love, a long-lasting one that wasn’t nearly as flimsy. Powerful and strong like the earth's gravitational pull, he was never leaving her.

She’s singing the words ever so softly beside his ear, her voice is softer than Taylor’s and his favourite thing he’s heard all night, but he’d never tell her that.

They kiss randomly throughout their dance, listening to more songs as they swayed in the evening breeze. The cows coming to the fence to see what was happening, they twirled and dipped and jumped with each other, it was perfect.

She pulls him in for another kiss and she is all giggles, high from the dopamine and serotonin rush they were both on. Like someone injected sugar right into his veins, he was unbelievably sweet on her.

“We’re you serious?” Spencer whispered against her lips before she can pull back any further and disrupt the courage he felt.

“About what? I’ve said a lot tonight,” she teased him gently.

“About having more kids?” His voice is low and his eyes can’t meet hers as he prays she was being honest.

She nods softly, “never been more certain, actually, I would have 10 more of your kids if they’re all as perfect as our Amoreena.”

Our.

He tilts his head to the side and presses his lips together in a tight smile, he lost all control of his tears a while back, feeling them slip down his cheeks as he took everything in. She had given him everything and then some.

“How are you this perfect? It’s been 8 days since I laid eyes on you and you’ve managed to make every single dream come true, while simultaneously creating new dreams I never imagined I’d be allowed to have. You’re the best thing that has ever happened in the world Y/N, I’m so incredibly in love with you I could scream right now,” he is more passionate than he plans to be, she stares at him with more lust than happiness this time.

“Prove it and make love to me, you said you’d rather fuck me at home. Well,” she kept teasing him opening her arms and twirling around as she showed off the farm. “This is your home now, husband.”

“Where should we go?” He felt adventurous, willing to take her against the fence if the cows wouldn’t eat her hair, the thought alone making him giggle to himself.

“What?” She can't help but giggle right back.

“I thought about fucking you against the fence for a hot second and then the intrusive thoughts kicked in and I thought about the cows eating your hair,” he admitted with a fierce laugh.

“I love you so much,” she shook her head and sighed, the same way she did at the museum when Amoreena made her laugh.

That was all the proof he needed. Never would he question how she felt, if she loved him half as much as she loved Amoreena then he was blessed by far. This was over the top.

He picked up the lantern then, handing it to her as well as her phone before picking her up bridal style and attempting to carry her back to the house. He made it to the barn before she begged him to put her down, wanting to skip the rest of the way with him.

Giddy as all hell, the two of them snuck back into her house. Rufus, the best guard dog in the world, was passed out on the couch and didn’t even move as they walked in. Locking the doors and windows for the night before tiptoeing up the stairs again.

Luckily, Amoreena’s room was on the opposite side of the house from Spencers. Y/N pulled him down the hall and inside the room, lightly closing the door before leaning back against it and sighing.

“Are you sure? I never asked you what you wanted,” Y/N whispered.

Spencer just shook his head and slipped out of his suit jacket. “All I want is to have a big happy family with you, where ever that takes us, I’m up for the adventure.”

Y/N was the one who teared up this time, looking away from Spencer and at her grandparent's wedding photo on the side table. She walked past Spencer, brushing her hand against his arm as she did so, picking up the photo and kissing it softly.

She turned it face down and turned back to Spencer, “help me with the zipper?”

He nodded, silently stepping forward and brushing her hair off her back, freeing her from the dress. He pressed his lips gently to her sun-kissed shoulders, surprised by the array of freckles, kissing the pattern they made on her skin as she let the dress slip to the floor.

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder. She hummed into the feeling, tilting her head to the side so he had more room to explore, her hands cover Spencers as she felt up his arms, still in his embrace.

She had the softest skin on earth, he could spend the next 14 hours kissing every square inch of her. It was all perfect and he wanted her to know it, “get on the bed,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled away.

He picked her dress up off the floor and put it on a hanger from the shirt he had on. She watched with soft eyes as he hung it on the back of the bathroom door, keeping it safe and taken care of while they became a married couple.

He slipped out of the tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, she laid back against the covers, pulling her grandma's quilt off and folding it at the end of the bed. She laid back and waited as he slipped his pants to the ground and finally joined her once again.

She met him halfway for a kiss, holding his face as he knelt between her spread legs, she leaned back and took him with her. He hovered then, barely touching her as she leaned forward to keep kissing him, eventually wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him down.

Skin to skin for the first time ever.

It’s slow and explorative, they take their time as they enjoy every single inch of each other's bodies. She’s soft and perfect, she fits in the palm of his hand like he’s always been holding her. Moulded for her and her alone.

He’s never made love before. Sure, he’s had sex but never in his life has it felt like this… no, this was perfect. It was everything he’s ever dreamed of and then some. Her kisses felt like dreams coming true, her touch so light it was like sunshine on a hot day, just dancing over him.

It was perfect.

He brushed her hair behind her ear, still inside her, as he took a moment to just look at her. Her eyes were hypnotic, he was so dawn into her it was like she controlled him. He kissed her gently on the forehead, “I love you,” he reminded her, for the millionth time that hour.

She pulled him in closer, breathing against his neck gently as they continued. Her nails on his back were amazing, he felt the sharp pain of her grip which only excited him more, fastening his pace, both his hips and where his thumb was pleasuring her between their bodies.

She looked like she was floating, relaxed as she laid against the sheets, blissed-out while she took it all in, panting airy nonsense as she got closer and closer.

She was quiet, they both were. It was silent as possible while they made love for the first time ever. She was everything in the world to him and then some, he couldn’t believe she was real as they both finished and managed to somehow get closer to each other.

Another level of love was just unlocked in his heart, he was never going to stop loving her. That would be the only impossible known to man.

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“Hey, love. I saw this Tiktok...” You sigh heavily as you hear the words come out of Kuroo’s mouth. Every time he shows you a video from that app, he follows it up with a, “let’s do it.”

“What is it this time?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, expressing your disagreement already. You’ve been peacefully relaxing on the bed and your husband really wants to destroy that peace of yours.

“So you rate my exes, and I rate yours. Out of 10,” Kuroo says and you squint your eyes at him in suspicion. There has to be something behind the sudden interest in remaking it.

“Why?” is all you can say at his request.

Kuroo shrugs, a smug look on his face. “Why not?”

He takes out his laptop and opens a social media platform. Placing his laptop on his lap, he pats the space beside him, a sign that he wants you beside him. You sit beside him and he immediately types out a name.

“This was my first girlfriend back in middle school.” He describes and clicks on one of the girl’s posts.

“She’s so pretty. Is that her kid?” You point at the child his ex is holding in picture. Kuroo nods. “So was she nice? I have to rate her through her personality.”

“She was nice. But she left me for a college student,” Kuroo explains.

“Oh, so she’s a victim?” You snicker, and Kuroo chuckles at your statement. “A 6/10. She's pretty and she looks nice. But minus points for dating a college student while she was in middle school.”

He proceeds to search for his next ex. “I know her,” you say as soon as you see the picture. “I was the one who planned her wedding a year ago. I believe she gave birth just a month ago.”

“She did. She was my upperclassman in Nekoma when we dated. I think I was in my last year of middle school and she was graduating high school,” Kuroo elaborates and you laugh. “What?”

“You’re also a victim.” With that, Kuroo starts laughing with you. It takes some time before the two of you stop giggling like kids.

“Since I know her, a 7/10. She was really polite when I was planning her wedding,” you explain while panting, recovering from your fit of laughter.

“This is the last one,” Kuroo says as he searches and you look at him in shock, not believing him.

“You only dated thrice?” You ask him and he nods proudly. “But you did have a lot of flings so still a bad boy,” you tease and Kuroo rolls his eyes. He shows you his screen and you look at the girl in the picture intently.

You glance at him and then his ex, and then him again, then back to the screen. “You’re lying.”

“About what?”

“Are you sure you dated her?” You point at woman at the screen.

“Yes. Ask all of my friends. They’re witnesses.”

“You dated a famous idol...”

“Was an idol,” he corrects you. “She’s quitting the industry because she’s pregnant.”

“I love her group’s songs. I give her a 10/10. But I still can’t believe you managed to pull someone like her. Kenma said that you weren’t famous amongst girls in high school...” you state, remembering his best friend’s words when you had dinner together just a few nights ago.

Kuroo simply shrugs, “I guess she really liked me then.” He lays his gadget on your lap, waiting for you to type in. You become nervous. How are you supposed to tell him that you’ve only dated seriously once in your life? And it’s someone he sees quite often in your workplace.

“I only dated once,” you tell him calmly, trying to conceal your shaky fingers as you type. Pressing enter, your eyes immediately look away. “You know him, right? He’s our cake maker at work.”

“How was he as a boyfriend?” Kuroo simply asks and you nod nonchalantly. “He seems like a nice guy whenever I see him at your office.”

“Really sweet. Baked me goods everyday and even brought me lunch boxes,” you reply rather confidently. “We dated back in high school.”

“9/10.” Kuroo rates with a pout. He knew he was going to get jealous, but he still dug his own grave for his. His plan being:

‘To subtly hint that he wants a baby.’

All of his exes now have children, and he is not competing with them at any means, but maybe you’ll get an idea about his baby fever if he shows you that most people at your age have children.

Now that his Plan A has failed, he’ll have to proceed to his Plan B.

Kuroo patiently waits for you at his car, ready for your first date after a long time. As he sings along with the song on the radio, he scrolls through his Instagram and sees Sakusa’s post about her daughter.

“Must be nice to have a kid,” Kuroo sighs. Seconds later, he realizes what he said and puts his phone down. “No. No. No. I can’t feel this way yet. It’s too early. But we’re already in our mid-20s so a kid won’t be weird. No... Does she even want kids? My kids?”

A knock on the car window disrupts his soliloquy. He turns his head to the glass and sees you waving outside. He quickly unlocks the door, allowing you to enter. “Hi, love. Who were you talking to?”

“I was talking to Kenma,” he reasons before he leans in to capture your lips into a greeting kiss. “How was work?”

“It was tiring. The Kitas sent an invitation by the way,” you answer as you pull away from him. “It’s for the triplets’ first birthday.”

“Should we buy their gifts today?” Kuroo asks you, starting the engine of the car. “I think we’ll find something while roaming around. What about you? You said you had to buy something.”

“Bikinis,” you say nonchalantly and don’t see Kuroo’s eyebrow raise from your response.

“Are you going somewhere?”

“I forgot to tell you. I’m going to Okinawa with my high school friends next week. You know them, right? Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, and Oikawa,” you respond and Kuroo becomes silent, not knowing how to react. He doesn’t care that you’re going with guys, but how did you forget to tell him something important?

The ride is serene. Kuroo’s hand not leaving your thigh the whole time. Your hand is on top of his, your fingers tracing the protruded veins in his arms. Landing on his ring finger, your eyes scanned the body part. You don’t have a wedding band yet. The two of you have never thought of getting a pair.

The two of you arrive at your destination so get out of the car. Kuroo takes your hand immediately, sliding both of your hands into his jacket’s pocket. You smile at the romantic gesture, something you’re yet to get used to.

“Should we buy your stuff first?” Kuroo questions, looking down at you. Nodding, you lead him to a bikini boutique.

As soon as you enter, Kuroo closes his eyes. The store you entered doesn’t only sell bikinis, but lingerie as well. He has to keep his lids shut or his imagination will go everywhere. Noticing how wary he is about the surrounding, you smirk.

You hook a finger on his collar and pull him down. “Choose anything you’d like to see me in.”

After the not so quick shopping trip at the garment store, you have noticed how fidgety Kuroo is. He wouldn’t stop squeezing your hand and giving you cheeks kisses. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just excited to see you in this,” he reasons, lifting the paper bag with sets of lingerie he has chosen. You hum, your attention going back to the racks of baby clothing in front of you.

While you’re focused on the baby items in front of you, Kuroo is panicking. In his mind, he’s about to explode. You in lingerie + his baby fever= a kink he thought he’ll never have. He’s trying so hard not to think about your mini me’s, but seeing the tiny pieces of garments is making it hard for him.

“My love, the triplets are boys. But knowing the Kitas, they wouldn’t mind dressing up their sons in that dress you’re holding,” you point and Kuroo snaps back to his senses. He looks down and sees that he is holding onto a yellow dress with ribbons and ruffles. He didn’t even know how he got the dress on his hands.

“Oh,” he chuckles awkwardly, putting the dress back on the rack. “I just thought it was cute.” You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion and he forces out a laugh. “It would look cute on Sakusa’s daughter. The two of us are kind of close.”

“Really? I always see him post about her. She would look very cute in that. Should we buy it?” Your confusion about his actions are thrown away by his reason. He sighs in relief as you look away, the dress now in his cart.

‘Our daughter would look cuter,’ Kuroo thinks and he smacks his cheek, causing you to look at him in shock. It was a rather loud and heavy smack. “Mosquito.”

His Plan B is a fail.

You’re eating lunch together the next day at your office as usual. It’s quiet before he flashes his phone screen in front of you, showing you a picture of three familiar small boys. “Look at the triplets.” You continue to eat after taking a look at the picture, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Kuroo hums happily. “Aren’t they cute?” You only nod to his question.

“Look at Sakusa’s daughter. I met her last time and she’s such a charmer,” Kuroo narrates, letting out a giggle. The interaction replaying in his head. The interaction that caused his sudden baby fever.

It was a busy day at work since the Olympic team had to take their profile and poster pictures. Kuroo was talking to Bokuto when a child suddenly latched onto the spiker’s leg.

“My favorite teammate, you’re here!” Bokuto beamed and picked the child up. As she rested in his forearm, she looked at Kuroo in curiosity. Normally, children would get scared of him, but she wasn’t, which made Kuroo happy.

“Hi. My name’s Kuroo. What’s your name?” Kuroo asked the girl. She smiled at him before answering.

“Kia! Do you have a girlfriend?” Kia asked, taking Kuroo aback. It’s not everyday that a 4 year old would ask you about your relationship status.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do have a wife,” Kuroo replied, which made the little pout.

“Since you only have a wife, I can be your girlfriend,” Kia proclaimed. Kuroo smiled at her statement. The girl suddenly made him think what his daughter would be like if he ever gets to have one.

“I’m sorry but my wife would be upset if I have a girlfriend, so I can’t be your boyfriend,” Kuroo explained to her, hoping she’ll learn something from it. You could subtly teach them about what’s right and wrong at a young age.

“Then, I’ll date your child, father-in-law,” Kia claimed which Kuroo patted her head for.

“I’ll remember your words, future daughter-in-law.”

“What are you smiling for?” You ask Kuroo and he looks up to you, his attention now on you.

‘It’s now or never. This is the perfect chance.’ Kuroo thinks, placing his chin on the palm of his hand. “I was just thinking about how cute our children would be.” You ignore his words and proceed to clean up your lunch box. As result, Kuroo frowns. He mirrors your actions, keeping quiet. Maybe it was wrong to mention it.

Your secretary knocks on your door before announcing that your client is already waiting outside. Kuroo put back the chair back to its proper place before walking over behind the table to give you a quick hug. You can feel his sadness radiating off him and you’re sure it’s from your silence.

His baby fever wasn’t unnoticed. In fact, you knew about it the moment you saw him scrolling through baby videos. He wasn’t very subtle about it, too. From showing his exes, to bringing you to the baby store, to sending you pictures of babies, to mentioning children all the time, you definitely knew about his baby fever.

But you don’t want a baby yet. You had just gotten steady recently, and having a child will wreck that steadiness for sure. You want to keep him to yourself as much as you can, and a child will take your time with each other away. Yet, you don’t know how to tell him that, because he’s determined to have one as soon as possible.

“I’m leaving now. I’ll pick you up later,” Kuroo speaks. He plants a kiss on your forehead before turning away. The way he turned his back at you, the way he frowned a little, it broke your heart. So you grab his hand and pull him back towards you. “Yes, my love?”

“Should we start trying for a child?” You look up to him with shaky eyes, and he saddens at your expression. He wraps his arms around you, your head falling onto his abdomen, while his hand pets the back of your head.

“Love, I’m not asking for a child immediately, so don’t get pressured. Just take my baby fever as a promise that I want to start a family with you and only you,” he reassures you, but you know he’s partly lying about it. Kuroo is a man who doesn’t give up until gets what he wants.

Kuroo’s Plan C has failed. He has no choice but to do his Plan D. (Will be posted soon 😉 if you know, you know.)

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