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shyhaya · 1 year

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well~ because I was watching tristamp and I am completely enamored with Vash, I wanted to post a little one-shot, because why not? It's just my current obsession ♡

(also, I started reading the manga and I'm positively dying, so there's that! :3)

So, here's a Vash the Stampede x fem! Reader

umm.. I guess there's kinda a few spoilers from ep 2 and 1 if you haven't seen them. Also, the reader —based on a new oc because I said so— is plant, just a tad bit different. No warnings except fora little bit of making out nearing the end; the rest is fluff. Enjoy! ^^

Reunited

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Thanking the old man who helped her the past few weeks, she took her traveling bag and started making her way out of town. Covering her head from the sun with the hood of the sweater, the girl walked through the infinite dunes of No Man's Land, just stopping a few times to eat something and drink water before continuing. She had a hunch of where he would be this time. She just hoped it was correct.

For the last two weeks, (Y/N) had been staying in a small town she had came across after she was separated from her partner when someone recognized him. Again. The life of a wanted outlaw was certainly difficult. Still, she didn't complain; as long as she can be with him, she won't mind dodging bullets and running from town to town. Some days, the female actually consider this funny. A century and a half ago, she couldn't have imagined she would be in this situation. But here she is, and she doesn't want to be anywhere else.

Sighing, (Y/N) hurried her pace a little. It would take no more than two days to get there, and if her hunch was right, then she will meet him again very soon. The (blonde, brunette, etc..) remembered one time she joked about having a radar when it comes to him, because she always seems to know where he is, or will be. She chuckled. Maybe she did have a radar, or some sort of sixth sense. Maybe it's because of their bond. It would be very cheesy, but that's the only thing that can explain it.

When night fell, (Y/N) fortunately had found an abandoned place to sleep in. Contrary to the days there, the nights were always very cold. She pouted while covering herself with the only blanket she has. She missed her personal heater. He is much warmer and comfy to sleep with. A small smile slipped past her lips as she closed her eyes. (Y/N) could almost feel it; she was not the only one missing someone.

"Just a bit more.." muttered the girl before falling asleep.

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The next morning she woke up early to keep going. And with early, it means before the sun rose. She didn't encounter anyone during her walk, except a few sand worms. Thankfully, she wasn't swallowed by one.

It was perhaps midday when she finally saw the silhouette of Jeneora Rock in the distance. Smiling gratefully, (Y/N) let out a sigh and started jogging. She couldn't contain the excitement. Yes, there was the possibility that he was not there, but something told her he was, and she trusted that feeling. When she saw the town more clearly, her jogging became a full run. But then, an explosion sounded just after a particularly annoying and piercing shout. Her smile turned into a frown.

"Don't tell me.. already?!" The (blonde, brunette, etc..) whisper shouted. Pushing her legs to move faster, she could see the town's people and a weird.. human-like thing? carrying a plant. "Wait, why is it carrying the plant?!" (Y/N) watched how the creature almost fell off the cliff after passing the plant to another.. wait.. a normal human can't hold a plant on their own...

Just then, the creature was being pulled up by the people and.. She let out a chuckle when she saw him. Damn, he really can't help but want to help everyone, can he? She hurried up the steps and streets to get where all the people were. Where he was. When she arrived, finally, (Y/N) saw everyone looking forward, where the creature and an old man where being held at gunpoint by a woman she recognized as Rosa. Damn, pregnant and fighting? Okay. She lowered the gun though, after a few seconds, and by her side the (blue, brown, green..) eyed girl saw a very familiar blonde.

He was showing that gentle smile that seems to never disappear from his lips. His eyes showing concern but also relief. (Y/N) will always consider him to be stunning, no matter the situation. So, incapable of tolerating the distance between them anymore, she made her way through the people to get to him, almost sprinting.

"Vash!"

At hearing his name, he looked forward, and upon seeing her, various emotions flashed through his blue eyes. Shock, surprise, realization and finally, joy. Because she was already so close, he opened his arms, full on smiling.

"Mayfly!"

(Y/N) crashed into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist, burying her face in his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat. He embraced her tight, giving a kiss to the top of her head, cradling her cheek with his right hand. She leaned into his touch, looking into his beautiful orbs, before going closer to peck his beauty mark. (Y/N) watched delighted how his face turned red, still smiling as he planted chaste kisses on her forehead, cheeks and nose. She pouted, pleading with her (light, dark..) eyes. Vash complied shyly, finally giving her a peck on the lips.

"I missed you, Sugar" She said, closing her eyes, putting her forehead to his. He intertwined their hands, and when the girl opened her eyes, he was looking at her with so much affection her cheeks burned.

"And I you, (Y/N). More than you know" the female melted hearing his words, how her name sounded when he said it. They hugged one more time before parting. Only then, when their little bubble exploded, did she notice all the eyes on them. Well, I guess we do attract attention.

Rosa was the first one to greet her, although the (brunette, blonde, etc..) could see something grim in her expression. She briefly looked at Vash, and he signaled he would tell her later.

"My (Y/N)! It's been so long since I saw you, hon!" She giggled at her words, giving her a hug and congratulating her for her pregnancy. Then, she noticed other two people that were looking at her.

(Y/N) turned completely and saw a girl, shorter than herself. She had cute blue eyes and dark blue hair. I like her outfit. She looked really curious. Beside her was an older man, his apparence unkept and with sunken eyes. Probably drinks too much. The girl approached her, and (Y/N) smiled. She looked at her side and saw Vash, who looked at the blue eyed girl, and she joined the pieces.

"Ummm.. who is she, Vash?" The bluenette questioned, tilting her head. The man beside her responded for the blonde.

"Didn't you see them, rookie? She's his girlfriend" (Y/N) chuckled by her expression, watching her puff her rosy cheeks at the man.

"Yeah, I saw that Senpai! But I thought asking to confirm was appropriate!"

Turning to her partner, the (brunette, blonde, etc..) nudged him with her elbow playfully "Won't you introduce me to your new friends, Sugar?~" He rolled his eyes but nodded, smiling. Attracting the attention of the girl, he put his hands on her shoulders.

"Guys, she's (Y/N). My girlfriend" he looked at her "Mayfly, they're the ones who helped me escape from the police" (Y/N) stifled a laugh.

"They must be very good people to help the 'Humanoid Typhoon', yeah?"

The blue haired girl took her outstretched hand "Nice to meet you, my name's Meryl Stryfe. I'm a journalist. We came across Vash in the desert. The drunk man you see beside me is my Senpai."

(Y/N) grinned at her "Nice to meet ya too, Meryl! Thanks for helping my Sunshine. Not many people would do it. You two have my gratitude" she bowed her head.

"O- oh no! You don't have to- to bow your head! It's fine!" She exclaimed, moving her hands around "B- but, if it's not a problem.. H- How come you weren't with Vash when we found him?"

The blonde and the (brunette, blonde, etc..) locked eyes. She nodded, and he took her hand in his "Well, what if we talk in the bar?" he suggested, planting a brief kiss to the back of her hand "I'm sure we have a lot to catch up to, Mayfly"

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"I thought you would end up here. That's all" she muttered, her left hand supporting her cheek while she laid on her left side; her right hand being held carefully by the blonde's left. Once every few seconds, he would bring her hand to his lips and kiss it, sometimes it would be on the wrist too. Vash listened to the details of her story of after they went separate ways two weeks ago. He had tried to find (Y/N), but in the end just kept moving forward, trusting she would somehow find him.

She had narrated the story to Meryl and Roberto back in the bar, before leaving with Vash to properly catch up. It felt like years had passed since he's held her like this, since they've been so close.

"I missed being like this, you know" (Y/N) whispered, bringing her face close to his, observing his baby blue orbs without his glasses. He kissed her nose, making her laugh. She felt his prosthetic arm rest on her hip, then on her waist, holding her closer. The (brunette, blonde, etc..) laid completely on the bed now, with her right hand against his cheek.

"I missed this too. Time passes quickly for us, but without you two weeks are a lifetime, Mayfly.." a kiss followed his words, and she melted into it, cherishing the moment. When they parted, a shy smile was present on his lips, and she went closer to bump her nose with his "I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner"

(Y/N) shook her head, hiding her face in the space between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his scent and leaving a butterfly kiss on his skin. His breath hitched and she knew his cheeks were bright red "It's no one's fault, Vash, do not worry. We're together now, that's all that matters. But please tell, how did you get caught up in the situation from earlier?"

Sighing, Vash explained everything that happened earlier in the day, softly touching her waist and hip as a way to calm her down while he described the events that occurred. He immediately sensed (Y/N)'s body tense up when he told her Rosa had wanted to give him to the police to have the money of the bounty placed on him, so that they could afford a new plant for the town.

"I.. I understand her motives. She's a mother, her family and friends live here. She doesn't want them to die or suffer" She tightened her grip on his shirt, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh "And still.. I know you saved her and her son, more than once, you helped everyone here.. I know what they're going through but... I- I still can't help this.. this feeling. You deserve better, Vash"

She felt a delicate kiss on my forehead, followed by one on her nose "You always say that, (Y/N).. But it's okay, it really is. You know I'm used to it" he smiled at her.

"But I don't want you to be.." the (blue, brown, green..) eyed girl pouted, making him chuckle.

"What did I do to deserve you? You're too good to be real, Mayfly" giving a peck to his lips, she nuzzled his chest, her right arm wrapped around his waist, their legs a tangled mess on the mattress.

"I should be the one saying that, Love. You're like a dream. The best dream" Just as she sensed he wanted to complain, she rolled over until she was on top of him, his hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders "And you don't get to complain, Stampede" he pursed his lips at his girlfriend, and she kissed him, deeper this time.

"Fine, you win this time, Stardust." He said with a smile, and (Y/N) smirked at him, laying on his chest "But you have to admi-" she didn't let him finish, kissing him roughly this time, biting his bottom lip and sneaking her tongue in his mouth. He whined and she kept teasing for a few seconds more, parting from him as his right hand came to rest on her cheek.

"What did I say about complaining, Vash?"

Panting, the blue eyed male looked up at her "That's unfair.." she giggled.

"All is fair in war and love, baby"

Well, not my best one-shot, but eh...

I hope you liked it :3

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strawberry-shortcake14 · 1 year

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Under the mistletoe

Ajax x reader

(This takes time during around Christmas of course)

(I also have zero clue if I got his personality correct. I did the personality based on what fanfics had and what I could remember from the show. So sorry If it's wrong)

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Plot (delete after writing)

He takes the chance (with consent) and kisses you confesses and vulnerable state. And it's all fluff.

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You were humming to the song playing through your f/c headphones. You favorite song blasting as you finnish up an essay you had for history. Your f/c sweater was soft to your skin as you click enter on the computer and close it. You take your foot to the beat of the song and get up from you chair.

Your room-mate had left to hangout with their friends so you had the whole room to yourself.

You continue to do your own thing, humming to the song and doing a little dance or two. That was, until a familiar knocking pattern on the door startled you. You pause you music and jog over to the door. You swing the door open and a smile grows on your face. Ajax, (your sweet boyfriend) smiles at you and hands you your favorite flower (_____). You can see one of his snakes trying to slyther on out of his purple benie. Ajax notices and quickly moves it back in before anything could happen. You happy inspect the flowers beauty.

"It's almost a pretty/handsome as you."

Your face heatens up at what ajax said. His face beams red and what he said too. You take his hand and the coldness felt nice to your warm/cold hands. You tugg him in your dorm and hug him. He wraps his arms around your torso and leaned his head on your shoulder/head (depending on how tall you are). You bury your head into the nap of his neck/his chest. (again, on how tall you are). You two stay like that before you let go. You smile and take in all his features. From his moles to his dark chocolate brown eyes. You hear him say something bit you were preoccupied by looking at his beauty. You hum in response.

"Did you even hear me?"

"..yes"

You hesitated at your answer because you aren't the best at lying (if you are, im sorry)

"I said" ajax says before quoting what he said before.

"You you want to walk around outside and look at the lights and stuff?"

You smiled and didn't have to think twice.

"Yes."

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You were an 'aw' with all the lights and decorations that filled the school halls. Some blue and white and others rainbow. Colors fill the building. Few students pasted the halls since it was close to 'bedtime'. Some went all out and others did very few. But it all still looked great.

You and ajax finally made it outside. Snow was falling slowly and landed on your heads. You jog up a head to a bush and croched down. Ajax looked at you confused some he joined you at the bush. His eye immediately see why you were over here. A baby deer and their mother where sleeping peacefully in the snow. The mother woke up to the sound of you trying to make ajax quietly aproch and the mother deer stared at you two. In curiosity, you reach your hand out. She sniffs your hand and starts to lick you hand in likeness. Axaj stares in 'aw' at you and the deer. You slowly back up from your spot and ajax does the same.

The mother stares with her black eyes as you and ajax leaves and goes back to sleeping with here baby.

Once you and ajax were far enough, you start gushing. Like a bomb that has exploded.

"Omg, did you see how cute the were! The mother was so kind. I want a deer as a pet."

You continue rambling on and see to not notice ajax looking at you and your lips. He melts at your fondness of the deer and he smiled. A big wide one. You know, the one where almost nothing could erase it. Yea, that one. You make a big circle around the school and make it back to where you started. But something seemed different. A two green leaf decoration hanged from the entrance ceiling. Ajax was the first to notice. His face grew bright red at the sight. He knew that wasn't there before so someone must of put it there after he and you walked around the school.

'I swear to God. If Xavier or one of the girls put it there. Their gonna get it'

He slows down to a stop and if confuses you. You look at him. You h/c hair full of snowflakes. You s/c glowing due to the lights lighting it and snow melting on it. You looked like an angel decent from the heavens (or at least what ajax thought). You had confusion on your face as expected.

"...well-I....um.." was all ajax could sputter up before sighing in defeat. He pointed up and your eyes followed up to the two leafed decoration. You could feel the blood rushing up to your face fast. The awkwardness tension could be cut with a knife. You twirl your coat zipper with your finger.

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"Ugh! Can't they kiss already?!" Enid says. Using rhe bes of her vision from her balcony as possible. Xavier, Wednesday, Bianca, thing, and Enid (of course) where standing in Wednesday and ends dorm, spying on you and Ajax.

"Calm down. 25 bucks says y/n makes the first move." Bianca says out of boredom. From how much she knew Ajax, you were definitely making the first move.

"I bet Ajax will make the first move. 30 bucks"

"Deal"

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Ajax takes a deep breath and takes a step in front of you. You look at him. He grabs both of your hands and look at you in the eyes. He slowly move in closer. His eyes flickering up and down from your lips to your eyes. He sighs.

"May I? ..kiss you?"

Small shock fills your eyes but goes away as you nod. Giving permission for ajax to kiss you. He raises his hands to you face and strokes you cheeks with his thumb. You both close the space and kiss.

(I can't writing kissing scenes very well so ignore this whole mess)

You broke apart seconds later. It sadly ended too fast for you liking but you needed to breathe. You smile and lean unto ajax's touch. Ajax wraps his arms around you and and puts his head on your shoulder/head.

You hear shouting from above and look up. You see your friends shouting and making a ruckus from on of the balconies. You feel your body burn with embarrassment. Ajax just laughs and smiles. He grabs your hand again and leads you back to your dorm so you don't get into trouble with curfew. You sigh and try to calm down from what just happened.

'I am so asking what the hell they were doing tomorrow '

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Merry later Christmas and happy new year ✨️🎄

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stranger-marauders · 2 years

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fractured

twenty-two: the snow ball

chapter summary: Kate and Steve both help their favorite members of the party get ready for their school dance.

chapter warnings: language

word count: 2.1k

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ABOUT A MONTH later, Kate found herself helping El get ready for the Hawkins Middle School Annual Snow Ball.

Hopper had finally given the Snow Ball date with Mike the okay only a couple of hours before the scheduled start time of the dance, making Kate's life extremely difficult rather quickly for a few hours. It wasn't like her father had done it on purpose, but he'd only gotten Dr. Owens's approval after meeting with him for lunch and officially getting El's birth certificate from him that day—officially, El was finally a Hopper, through and through.

That also meant, however, that Kate didn't have any time to go out and buy El a new cute dress for her date with Mike, and she certainly didn't have any time to try and figure out a way to style short hair well. She seriously contemplated calling Steve and asking for advice, but she figured that she wouldn't subject El to such torment, nor would she dare boost his ego.

Now, though, Kate was much more focused on doing El's makeup, more specifically trying to incorporate what little eyeshadow she had with an old dress she'd found for Eleven as Christmas music played loudly from the radio in the background. "All right, I know I'm not the best with this type of thing, but I'm trying my best, here, I promise."

Whenever El caught her reflection in the mirror, she smiled slightly. "Pretty."

Since Halloween, her hair had grown out a tad bit more, and Kate had styled it to where it had barely hung down from her head, slicking back some of her curls. Her dress, a simple but cute gray dress with pink dots and a pink belt that Kate had found in her closet from a past dance of her own that El had very quickly fallen in love with, not to mention it fit her perfectly.

"Um, no," Kate said, raising her eyebrows and smiling at her. "You're absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous."

El giggled as Kate made the finishing touches on her eyes. She could tell her sister was worried about what Mike would think, but Kate figured she couldn't go wrong with the pink eyeshadow.

"You are… pretty," El said, looking at Kate.

"Oh yeah, hot stuff?" she asked.

"Is it… Steve?"

Whenever El had said his name, Kate's face tinged with pink ever-so-slightly, and she pressed her lips together, trying to hide her smile.

El had been correct in pointing out Kate was pretty. At that moment, Kate was wearing one of her nicer sweaters and a pair of jeans, but she had put on a tad bit more makeup than she normally did. She hadn't even tied her hair back sloppily while she was fixing El's makeup because she'd done it so nicely, and she didn't even seem fazed by the pieces of hair that kept falling in her face (she was, in fact, very fazed). She looked too nice for just hanging out at the cabin by herself, so El knew she must've been busy with someone. That didn't even include the two hours that she'd listened to Kate in her room next door cursing about how she didn't have anything cute to wear for her date with Steve.

"Yes, Steven and I are going out, but that's after Dad and I drop you off at your dance. That is why you, hot stuff, are currently my number one priority."

El giggled as Kate continued putting makeup on her face. Without a moment's warning, her father knocked on her bedroom door. "Hey, we're gonna be late if you don't hurry up in there."

"Shit," Kate mumbled under her breath, rushing to apply the last bit of blush to El's face.

"What?"

"I'm hurrying!" Kate said, smiling as he opened the door. "Considering the time crunch, doesn't she look great?"

Hopper nodded, giving a smile. "Perfect."

Kate wasn't the only one that had decided to take a member of the party to the Snow Ball.

"All right, buddy, here we are," Steve said as he pulled up to the front of the middle school. "So, remember, once you get in there…"

"Pretend like I don't care," Dustin said, his hair looking strikingly similar to Steve's but definitely more flamboyant than his. The curls definitely messed with the style he had been going for, but made it all the more adorable—Dustin really did have good hair, with or without the Farrah Fawcett spray.

"You don't care."

"I don't care," Dustin repeated.

"There you go. You're learning, my friend. You're learning."

Dustin adjusted the mirror in Steve's car to look at his hair again, which Steve immediately adjusted back. "Hey!"

"What?" Dustin asked nervously.

"Come on. You look great, okay? You look… You look great. Okay? Now you're gonna go in there…"

"Yeah."

"Look like a million bucks."

"Yeah."

"And you're gonna slay 'em dead," Steve said.

"Like a lion," Dustin responded, purring to show off his teeth.

Steve gave him an awkward smile. "Yeah, don't do that, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good luck," Steve said, sticking his hand out to shake Dustin's.

Once he got out of Steve's car, he watched as Dustin went inside. He lingered for a moment to make sure he got inside okay, only to find Nancy move into view.

Jonathan and Nancy had almost immediately started dating after she and Steve had broken up. Steve knew he probably should have been completely torn up about it, but he wasn't. Watching her now, he smiled. He and Nancy were both finally with who they were always supposed to be with. They were happy. Without dreading on the thought for another moment, he parked off to the side in the parking lot, waiting for Kate to meet him there.

Out of all of the people living at the cabin, Hopper had been the most worried about the night that lay ahead.

While it worried him that his oldest daughter was going out on a date, his youngest, El, was going out for the first time in a public place. He decided just in case anything happened he was going to be right outside the gym of the middle school until the night was over. He knew he wouldn't be alone—Joyce would be there too. That didn't scare him as much as the thought that this was El's first date with Mike.

As for Kate, he was glad that out of all the douchebags in Hawkins, it was the one he'd known for most of the kid's life. Realistically, Steve hadn't been a douchebag for about a year, but Kate and Hopper had compromised on the fact that while Steve had been around forever, he was still automatically the douchebag that was dating his daughter (Hopper, however, would always have respect for Steve because of the promise he'd made, the same one neither of them would tell Kate about). Hopper was happy with that arrangement, and so was Kate: things were seemingly how they were meant to be.

Once Hopper, Kate, and El pulled into the school parking lot, both girls had gotten out of the SUV and greeted their father goodbye. He smiled, waving his two girls off as they went out for the night.

His girls were growing up.

"All right, you've got this," Kate said, walking her to the door. "Mike's your man tonight."

El giggled. "Thank you."

"Don't forget to have fun!"

"See you later."

Kate stifled a laugh. "Yes ma'am, you will." Once Kate had watched her walk inside of the Hawkins Middle School gym all on her own, she turned around to find a familiar red BMW parked not too far away from the front of the school.

Once she had gotten close enough to the car, Steve rolled the window down and smiled at her. "Hey, beautiful."

Kate laughed as she got into the car. "Hello, Steven."

As she sat inside of the car, he said, "I missed you."

"It's only been a few hours since you've seen me!" Kate said once she'd gotten the car door shut, trying not to smile.

"I know, it's been awful," he said, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers.

He still couldn't believe it, even after six weeks of getting to kiss her, that he was actually kissing her. It still remained to be something of a fever dream for him, even when his lips were pressed against hers. It wasn't until they were both out of breath that they pulled away from each other, cheeks flushed.

"All right, where are we going?" Steve finally asked, intertwining their fingers.

"I don't know, you pick."

"Hm," he said, pondering over the few restaurants in town. "What about Enzo's?"

"Oh my God, we're definitely not dressed for that."

"I mean, you are."

She stifled a laugh. "You're adorable when you try and flatter me."

"Oh, come on, it's our first real date! We have to do something special to mark the occasion," Steve said, trying to ease her into the idea. Because it was now the middle of December, his original idea of taking her to Lover's Lake to see the stars with a cheap ass bottle of champagne and a picnic of her favorite foods just so they could go out and see the stars was a flop. He knew it was a lovely idea, mostly because Kate loved looking at the stars so much, but with it being so late and night without any true preparation for such a thing, the Lover's Lake picnic was off the table, at least for the time being. "I mean, you look great, as always, so…"

"You're so cheesy."

"You make me cheesy."

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. "Sure."

He shook his head, only smiling dopily as he gazed out the car window and to the gym. "Man, remember when we used to go to these things?"

"We never went together, stupid," she replied, only watching the gym windows as the lights outside changed. She could even hear the music that they were playing, which had been all selections of songs that were currently playing off the radio. Currently, "Every Breath You Take" played so loudly that she could hear it from inside the car. "You always had some cute date, and I would sit on the bleachers with Kim and Jess because no guys wanted to hang out with us."

He sighed. He always seemed to forget what things had been like for people other than him. "I'm sorry about that. Like, seriously, okay?"

"Steve, it was a stupid middle school dance. I really don't care," she said, laughing. "I mean, I didn't care about that stuff, like at all. I still don't."

"Yeah, but I still feel bad."

"Don't worry about it," she replied, shooing the thought away with her hand. "It'll just make it more fun whenever you force me to go to prom and I don't know how to dance."

He smiled. Without another word, he got out of his car. She could only watch as he walked around the car, staring at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Steve opened her car door, holding his hand out to her. "I would be honored if you would be my date to the Snow Ball."

She laughed, nodding her head. Cheesy asshole. "Yeah, okay. Sure."

Whenever she stepped out of the car, Steve pulled her in closer to her, putting his hands on her waist. He smiled and chuckled whenever she hesitantly put her hands on his shoulders, trying not to step on his feet as they swayed. "See? You've got it. It's not so bad, right?"

She shook her head and smiled, loosening her death grip on his shoulders. "Yeah, not so bad."

"Finally good to get that dance, huh?"

"Yeah," she said, putting her arms around his neck and her head on his chest. "This the perfect first date you have in mind?"

He stifled a laugh, looking down at her slightly. "Actually, no, but I think this is better than that."

She smiled. "After this, you wanna post-game at the diner and get milkshakes?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist tighter, pulling her in closer to him as he chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?"

As they enjoyed the presence of each other, trying to make the best of their time together, both of them couldn't think of a time when they'd ever been so happy.

That was, more than anything, what they deserved: Steve Harrington and Kate Hopper had waited entirely too long for it not to be that way.

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nyrandrea · 2 years

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Of Blood and Oil - Chapter 9

Summary: The little stray cat had brought salvation to the robotic inhabitants of the Walled City in their darkest hour, now it was time for them to return the favour.

(Takes place after the events of Stray, so there will be spoilers!)

Start from the beginning here!

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Grandma had been more than delighted when Doc had called to update her on the little one’s condition, telling her that their strenuous efforts had paid off and that he would make a full recovery, and she jumped at the chance when asked if she could take him for a short while.

She had never felt so useful during her thousand-year lifespan. After the four-hundred mark, things got a little bit boring as her joints stiffened little by little and left her unable to do the activities she used to participate in; there were a lot of skills under her belt: from construction labour and weight lifting to planting and singing. She could do it all with years and years of experience, until her body said no more.

Doc had offered to upgrade her, replace her, erase her. She knew he meant well, but she refused to let any part of her go, these limbs had been with her since the day she was built, and they would be with her until she died.

And so, there was only one skill she could continue to hone without limitation: knitting.

It was her one true love.

She thanked the ancestors for allowing her to keep the mobility she still had in her fingers, granting her a skill like no other: to nimbly weave old fabrics left by the soft ones into brand new sweaters, hats, gloves, trousers; breathing fresh life into them and bringing warmth and comfort to many robots across the walled city.

And that love, passion and skill had brought the little one back from the very brink of death.

“Mrah!”

Speaking of whom...

“Mreeeeeeeeeeeeh!”

“Oh dear, looks like someone’s feeling a lot better!” Grandma said with a warm smile as Doc approached her shop with the little outsider in his arms and a small army of cats meowing and weaving between his legs, causing him to clumsily stumble a few times.

“And I see you’ve brought all your little friends!”

Practically flying out of Doc’s arms, the orange tabby trotted up to her with his eyes bright and tail held high.

“Eh eh eh eh!”

“Hello to you too,” Grandma greeted with a heart, bending over to gently stroke him as he bumped his head against her hand, trilling and purring before rounding up the other cats who had been cautiously watching from afar and herding them over to her as if to introduce them.

“Oh, now aren’t you all such sweet little children?” Grandma cooed as she held out her hand for them to sniff, which seemed to be enough for them all to instantly fall in love with her as they started rubbing against her, rolling over and exposing their bellies and scratching her carpet.

“Hah, they seem to like you!” Doc observed.

“Yes, they do,” Grandma politely replied, holding her tongue on pointing out the fact that he was stating the obvious.

“Well, of course they would. You saved the day after all!”

“We all did,” Grandma corrected. “Without your expertise on surgical procedures, he would have been as good as gone.”

Doc blushed at the compliment and rubbed the back of his head shyly. Such low self-esteem, that one. It was a shame, really. That he forced himself to live in his father’s shadow, but hopefully time with Seamus was filling in that old wound.

“By the by,” Doc started, drawing Grandma out of her thoughts. “Would you happen to have a spare garment that the little outsider could use?”

“Nothing that would fit him. Why?”

Doc knelt to beckon the orange cat over to him. “His wound is healing nicely, but...” Gently guiding the cat to face his side towards her, Doc pointed at the slightly ripped bandages on his flank. “Unfortunately, the repairing process that the skin undergoes seems to be agitating him as he keeps nipping and scratching at it.”

“Oh, I see...” Grandma hummed, concern lacing her voice.

“I’ve replaced the gauze a few times but I’m starting to run out, so perhaps something a bit more durable might be needed,” Doc explained, before suddenly looking sheepish again. “But if you don’t have anything, then I’m sure I can—”

Grandma held up a hand to silence him. It was all that was needed to reassure him that she would make something.

“Thank you,” Doc nodded.

“Of course,” Grandma smiled. “Anything for my favourite grandchild.”

“Ah, well, technically and biologically he’s not—”

Doc was quickly silenced as Grandma gave him a look.

“Uh...well...why not make something for all of your...grandchildren, that way nobody gets left out!” Doc swiftly offered.

Her smile returned. “What a wonderful idea. Shall I make one for Seamus too?”

“That... is also a tremendous idea!” Doc exclaimed. “Could you perhaps make two? Have the colours bright and maybe embroider “Zurk-Zapper” on the front in big, bold letters? O-only when you have the time, of course!”

Grandma was taken aback by the sudden bizarre request, but nodded anyway. She had done stranger things.

“Then so it shall be! Be sure to give the poor lad my best,” Grandma waved Doc off as he practically skipped down the street, excitedly mumbling something about having matching costumes.

Shaking her head in bemusement, Grandma got to work right away as the cats settled down for a nice afternoon nap under the warm sun. Leaning back in her rickety old chair, she closed her eyes as her fingers worked on auto-pilot, allowing her to enjoy the sweet summer breeze. Being a robot, she couldn’t smell, but the wind soothed her all the same.

“Hey! There you are!”

The shrill, metallic voice suddenly snapped Grandma out of her blissful relaxation as a familiar old robot hobbled his way over to the shop’s entrance, supported only by a wooden walking cane that was as old and gnarled as he was.

“Ah, Heptor,” Grandma bitterly greeted. “How nice to see you.”

Heptor was one of Grandma’s oldest friends (if she could even call him that) and a constant thorn in her side. Like her, he was one of the oldest models in the city, and had also stubbornly refused to have his parts replaced, even if it meant he would be stuck in a chair for the rest of his life. Thus, he spent most of his time up in the rooftops with nothing but an old couch and a lantern for company. He often said he preferred them to the annoying inhabitants down below.

Grandma was the only reason he ever ventured down to the ‘loathsome filth-infested' streets.

“Nice to finally see you,” Heptor snapped back. “I’ve been coming by for days now only to see the shop was closed! You know how hard it is to get down here from them rooftops?!”

“I know you always like to remind me.”

Heptor huffed. “So where were you? You know this hat gives me gyp every four months! The hole’s opened up again.”

“Seems to be every two months now,” Grandma countered.

“Yeah, well, your RAM must be acting up; can’t tell the time no more.”

“My RAM is perfectly functional, thank you.”

“You ain’t answered my question.”

“I already told you that I’m in the process of moving my shop to the Outside.”

“This again?” Heptor all but snarled. “I told you goin’ out there’s a bad idea. It’s too dangerous ...!”

“It is not,” Grandma sighed. “Clementine has graciously offered to build me a unit near the lake; it is honestly quite beautiful. Which you would know if you bothered to move that rusted behind of yours out of the city.”

“My—?! How dare you!”

“Shhh!” Grandma hissed, lifting a finger to her screen before gesturing around her. “You’ll wake up the little ones!”

Said little ones were already awake and staring at the intruder from all sides of the room, who gasped and flinched back at the sudden attention.

“There are more of ‘em?” His bitter tone gave way to something more curious for but a brief moment. “Hmph! You starting a zoo or somethin’?”

“What did you want, Heptor?”

“Ha! I told you there was somethin’ wrong with your RAM! Already said I need my hat fixed.”

“That’s not why you’re here.”

Once again, Heptor flinched, and his eyes wandered for a bit while he tried to think of something to say while Grandma patiently waited. Finally, he took off his hat and held it out.

“You gonna fix it or not?”

Grandma made something of a disappointed sound before resuming her knitting.

“No.”

“No?”

“No!” She repeated. “I am already working on something very important.”

“Tsk! What could be more important than a valued customer that has been returnin’ here for more than a century?”

“The little one, of course,” Grandma replied, not even looking up at him as the old robot’s screen morphed into an angry shade of red.

“You’d rather make somethin’ for that rat instead of helpin’ me?! The only friend that’s stuck by and looked out for ya for all these years?!”

Grandma’s hands stopped, and the whole room silently watched as she untangled her fingers from the thread and needles, carefully placed them to the side and stood up to face Heptor with an unchanging expression that made even the cats a little nervous as they picked up on the rising tension, their ears and tails flicking as they watched with bated breath.

“Heptor Mcslade, you are no friend of mine.”

The old man was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to process the fact that she had used his full name like his mother used to when she constantly scolded him as a child; the hurt on his screen was painful to look at. Regardless, Grandma continued.

“A friend would be supportive of what I’m doing, not try and hold me back,” she said, trying to appeal to his better nature, which she knew was in there somewhere under that hardened, bitter front that he liked to shield himself with. “We finally have our freedom and the last thing I want to do is stay and rot away in this place.”

“This place holds a lot of very dear memories,” Heptor replied, trying—and failing—to hide the wobble in his voice. “For me at least.”

“And for me!” Grandma agreed. “But it’s time to make new memories in a vast, beautiful world that awaits us, wouldn’t you agree?”

Heptor paused to think, and Grandma was hopeful that she might have finally gotten through to him, but staying true to his stubborn nature, he simply turned his back on her and hobbled out of the shop.

“I’ll take my business elsewhere.”

A part of Grandma wanted to get the final jab and shout after him that there was nobody else on this earth that could fix that stupid hat of his, but her sorrow overpowered the resentment she held for that sour old bot.

Shaking her head, she made to move back into her chair and perhaps try to continue what was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon of knitting with her little friends.

Only for it to be interrupted again with a loud crash and yelling from a nearby alleyway.

It was only then that Grandma realised there were only three cats in the shop; the little outsider was missing.

Oh no.

Going as fast as her rusted legs could take her, Grandma rounded the corner and was greeted with the ungraceful sight of Heptor sprawled out on the cobblestone and shaking his fist at the little outsider as the orange cat hissed back.

“Oh, little one!” Grandma gasped as she went over to the frenzied feline to check over him. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“What are you fretting over him for?! I’m the injured party here!” Heptor yelled at her from the ground, groaning as he tried to reach out for his walking stick, mumbling a gruff thanks when Grandma slid it over to him with her foot.

“I’ll have you know this child has been through a very traumatic time recently!” Grandma said, not taking her eyes off the tabby as she lifted him into her arms in order to calm him down. “You could have hurt him!”

“He was the one tryin’ to trip me up, windin’ between my legs like a damn furry snake!”

“Was he rubbing up against your legs?” Grandma asked, her screen lighting up with a question mark.

Mirroring her, Heptor eventually replied with a meek, “...Yeah?”

“Well, that’s his way of being friendly towards you, he was probably attempting to bring you back to me so we could patch things up, the thoughtful little dear,” Grandma cooed as she rubbed between his ears, earning her a small purr as the cat continued to glare at the downed robot. “You probably got what you deserved, shouting at him like that.”

“I’m...sorry.”

Grandma was sure her audio processor had short-circuited then.

“What was that?”

“I said ...!” Heptor almost shouted, but managed to calm himself mid-sentence. “I’m sorry. For shoutin’ at him...and you.”

“Well,” Grandma hummed, not really sure what the appropriate response was. Heptor had never apologised for anything during his thousand-year lifespan. Obviously, something was bothering him.

“Can you stand?” She finally asked.

“Just about,” Heptor groaned as he pushed himself off the ground and stumbled around for a few seconds, using his stick to regain some resemblance of balance. Grandma’s keen eyes noticed his right foot hovering ever so slightly.

“Your foot...!”

“Is fine!” Heptor finished suddenly. “Just...twisted it a little is all.”

“Hm,” Grandma hummed as she turned to make her way back to the shop. “You’re welcome to return to rest it a while, I can’t imagine trekking up to the rooftops will do you much good.”

“With...them?” Heptor nervously enquired, looking over her shoulder towards the cats that had gathered at the shop’s entrance to watch the commotion.

“I can call Doc instead, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take a look,” Grandma suggested sweetly, smirking when Heptor waved his hands frantically.

“That...! Will not be necessary. Mad man’ll try and dissect me probably...,” the old bot grumbled.

“Well then. Come along.”

Gently shooing the cats back into the shop, Grandma settled back into her chair with the little outsider on her lap while Heptor cautiously stepped around the barrage of meowing felines that tried to greet him while he lowered himself on the snuggler opposite of her.

“Noisy l’il rascals, huh?” Heptor commented as one of them tried to rub against his shins as he edged away. “You...stop that now...!”

“They’re just displaying their affection for you; their vocalisations are a way of communicating. It’s almost like music, wouldn’t you agree?” Grandma said with a heart as she softly stroked the purring little outsider who rolled over and exposed his belly to her, lifting his paws to tentatively tap at her fingers.

“Oh, look! Do you think he is trying to pet me back?”

Heptor smiled briefly at the sight before turning his head away and frowning when she looked over at him.

“How am I supposed to know? Not a cat whisperer or anythin’.”

Grandma hummed and smiled back.

“...What?”

“I think I know why you don’t want me to leave.”

Heptor’s screen suddenly started sweating as he tried to look anywhere else but at her. The signs had been obvious all along, but Heptor was the sort of robot that would rather be dead and buried six feet under than display any kind of signs of weakness. Grandma had dealt with his type before, and they always ended up alone.

“You would miss me, wouldn’t you?”

Heptor’s silence said it all.

“You know, running a business all by myself will undoubtedly be quite difficult. I might need a big strong bot to assist me.”

Heptor sneered. “Don’t patronise me.”

Grandma reached out, putting her hand over his. The sudden touch had Heptor frozen on the spot as she looked at him—no, through him. Like she was staring directly into his aching, outcasted soul.

“I’m not. It takes a certain kind of strength to admit when you’re lonely,” she noticed how the word made him flinch, but continued when he didn’t pull away. “I might have the Outsiders and the little ones and... even you, my dearest friend, to help me from time to time, and the smiles on customer’s faces makes my job worth it but...”

She trailed off, looking down.

“Life can be...isolating at times, especially at our age. Wouldn’t you...agree?”

Grandma blinked when Heptor’s other hand slowly slid on top of hers and held it tightly.

“I do agree...Beatrice. I do,” Heptor said with a small smile.

Nobody had called her that name in...she didn't even know how long. To everyone else, she was just...Grandma, the sweet old bot who loved to make clothes for everybody. Nobody had even bothered to ask her for her real name. But still... Heptor had remembered.

“Well, never in all my years did I ever think I would hear those words.”

“May as well keep goin’ then,” Heptor sighed. “I would...very much like to be by your side. Inside, Outside, whatever side...I’d be proud to spend whatever time I have left on this earth...with you.”

Grandma was lost for words, so a brightly lit heart was going to have to do.

Heptor mirrored her as they gazed into each other’s monitors, but it wasn’t long before the grizzled old bot had decided that was enough sappiness for today.

“Just hope nobody starts calling me ‘Grandpa’, they’ll be gettin' a kick up the backside if they do.”

“I don’t know...” Grandma said, putting a thoughtful finger to her chin. “I think it suits you.”

Before Heptor could object, he nearly jumped when his lap was suddenly occupied by the black cat, her emerald eyes blinking up at him slowly as she curled up on his trembling knees.

“W-what’s it doin’?” Heptor asked, holding up his arms as if he would suddenly combust if he touched her. “What do I do?! Go on! Git’!” He tried waving her off, but to no avail as she stretched out and relaxed instead.

“Heptor, you have been graced by the presence of one of my grandchildren, please show a little respect,” Grandma chastised, before showing him what to do. “Long, smooth strokes, like this. Don’t press too hard or you’ll hurt her. Just run your hand down her back, nice and gentle.”

Copying her movements, Heptor’s trembling fingers eventually relaxed as he combed through the cat’s ebony fur, pulling him into a sort of trance-like state.

“Huh...I get it now. Does feel kinda nice,” Heptor gasped as a soft purr started emanating around the room. “Oh! You hear that? That means she likes me, right?”

Grandma couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s right, and now she’s your grandchild.”

Heptor huffed at the sentiment, but didn’t argue.

Although it would probably take a good, long time. With enough care and affection, Heptor would learn to open up more freely without fear or ridicule. After all, between the earth and the sky above, nothing could match the force that was Grandma’s love.

xxx

Chapter 10 --->

#stray #stray game #stray grandma #stray heptor #stray fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

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octorosi · 2 years

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Some shipping incorrect quotes/skits for your daily dose of Octonauts :)

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*at a coffee shop*

Tweek, overwhelmed by all the coffee options*

Dashie-Cmon tweek- we have been here for 5 minutes!

Tweek-I DONT KNOW WHAT TO PICK!

Dashie-I’ll wait for you outside- mk?

Tweek-k-

*2 minutes later*

*tweek walks out with a kids chocolate milk*

Dashie-are you kidding me?

Tweek, sweating insanely-I PANICKED OK.

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Kwazii-Two…uh..LIVING THINGS CHILLING IN THE HOT TUBBBB FIVE FEET APART CAUSE THERE NOT GAYYY-

Barnacles-*tearing up*

Kwazii-babe cmon-

Barnacles-AND I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING.

Kwazii-babe-

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Peso, running around the sick bay talking abt his day-So I took pinto to the shops and he ofc! Threw a temper tantrum!

Shellington, who was not paying attention-did you say you took pineapple to a shop??

Peso-WERE YOU NOT LISTENING?!!

Shellington-HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOU WILE YOUR RUNNING A MARATHON AROUND THE DAMN SICK BAY?!?

Peso-FINE! I’ll repeat the entire thing!

Shellington-…

Peso-so I-

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Tweek-I love you.

Dashie-what did you say?

Tweek-I said I’m gonna sell you to the zOo-

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Kwazii-do you want to know your gay name?

Barnacles-my- my gay name???

Kwazii-yeah, it’s your first name-

Barnacles-haha. Very funny kwazii-

Kwazii-*gets down on one knee* and my last name,

Barnacles-OH MY GOD-

Tweek-that was so smooth-

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Peso-I’m falling for you.

Shellington-then get up?

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Tweek-there is pink everywhere.

Dashie-don’t be dramatic!

Tweek-dashie, honey, love of my life. YOU PAINTED MY FUCKING EYEBROWS PINK.

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Kwazii, throwing his head into barnacles’s lap-am I handsome :)

Barnacles, lovingly stroking their hair- if handsome means annoying then yes, your the most handsome person I ever met.

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Shellington-peso you have to understand that I also need my sweater-

Peso-CORRECTION. This is OUR sweater :)

——-

Dashie-I’m about to do something so stupid.

Tweek-so me?

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Kwazii-ok, I’m going to get the wedding cake!

Barnacles-perfect! Wile you do that, I’ll check on the ring bear,

KwaziI-you mean ring bearER, right?

…

Barnacles-Look me in the eyes and tell me your not bringing a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

——-

Beautiful

#rosi’s random rambles #captain barnacles #kwazii #dashie #peso #shellington #tweek #octonauts

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galindafication · 11 months

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welcome to london, GALINDA UPLAND! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like ARIANA GRANDE? well, no matter, we hear that you are TWENTY-FOUR and working as a KINDERGARTEN TEACHER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from WICKED and have a tendency to be DELIGHTFUL as well as NERVOUS.

will correct people if they call her 'glinda' instead of 'galinda'. the 'gah' is very important to her

has twin daughters named ellie and farrah, both named after her best friend elphaba and ex-fiance fiyero (their father). they're four years old and are mini galindas. very polite, but also very curious

when fiyero left her, she found out she was pregnant a few weeks later. she had no way of contacting him, nor did she know how to do so, so she was unable to tell him that he was going to be a father. she was upset with him for a long time for leaving her, but he'd been extremely faithful and loyal to her, even with his feelings for elphie. she decided she couldn't stay mad forever, and she knows that you don't choose who you fall in love with, so she made her peace and just wants them to be happy together. the curse brought her to london when she was still pregnant with the twins, so they have never been to oz but have been begging to go

is a kindergarten teacher and loves her job endlessly

can appear a bit oblivious

her signature color is pink, but her wardrobe is a variety of pretty, light, pastel colors. the twins usually wear pastel colors or pure white

loves video games

collects fairy figurines, witch figurines, and crystals

always wearing perfume

has a large collection of smell good lotion (and yes, she uses all of it)

loves anything vanilla flavored

has a ridiculous amount of cups. mostly cute water bottles, but it's way too many, but she DOES use all of them, she rotates between uses

loves to color. maybe it's childish, but it gives her something to do and it's always been one of her favorite activities

has lots of fidget toys. she loves clicky, clacky and crunchy sounds, so she has quite a few that she likes to mess with at home

has two refrigerators! one is for food, the other is solely for drinks

her house has to be cold year round. it helps her breathe better, and she likes to be cozy, so if she or the girls get too cold, they just wrap up in sweaters and blankets

always doing some sort of project or craft. if it's something simple but fun, she adds it to the curriculum for her kindergarteners

she calls all children munchkins. she refers to her students as "her" munchkins. she calls her own kids witchlings

has her own language. she speaks ozian, so some words are different. float / floating = floaticate / floatifying. confused / confusing = confusicated / confusifying and so on so forth

always has snacks on her

has an emergency bag that she keeps with her at all times. it stays in her purse. it's got bandaids, antibacterial cream, a tourniquet, hand sanitizer, wet wipes, pads, tampons, pantyliners, pain medication, a few portable chargers, a flashlight. she keeps it very organized, too. each thing is in it's own ziplock bag so it's easy finding and nothing is rattling around loose. she also keeps water bottles with her

has quite a few pretty light up things. a moon that lights up different colors, a light up lava lamp, light up salt lamp, cute stuff like that

is one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet

can get pretty nervous if she doesn't know what's going on around her

loves making new friends and meeting new people

makes lists. lots and lots of lists. they're all over her house

can fall asleep anywhere

loves to read

likes learning new things

her favorite mode of transportation is her magic pink bubble

will never say no to ice cream or coffee. in fact, her favorite ice cream is coffee flavored

she's not one of those "don't give me advice if i didn't ask for it" people. she appreciates advice. and she doesn't mind parenting advice either. she may have been mommy for four years, but every year is her first time raising witchlings at that age, so she'll take all the advice she can get. yes, even from non-parents. she doesn't believe that only parents can give good advice or ideas

#wal: intro

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dale-b-cooper-fbi · 11 months

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Do you have any advice for always staying kind to others? I want to be a good person so badly

Anon, I can't offer much advice on this. Now I've seen how people treat compleat strangers, and how they treat family. I've heard stories of pure horror of how people are treated, and I'm sure you have to.

The only real advice I can give, is treat eveyone as innocent as a baby kitten. Treat them with warmth and kindness, and never judge their words or looks. Actions? Yes but only to a degree.

Granted I work for the Bureau, and had my fair share of seeing very....bad things, and I've seen .y fair share of all kinds of people.

But the local goth, or punk, isn't going to hurt you, ans a nice little wave and a good morning/evening/ or night will make anyone's day!

You see Anon, if you "Try hard/force" yourself to be extra kind you can come off as weird, or not genuine, and you must rember not everyday can you be kind, sometimes you are simply snippy.

But don't ever, ever make fun of someone's looks, their overall aperence, assume things about them, and not evey little thing needs to be reported.

I find some of the lowest forms of insults can come form how a person dresses or looks, even acts. I've gotten some of my best leads from punk dressing kids who probably hated me but after some convincing I get the leads.

I've gotten some amazing help and assistance from people who look like they've walked right out of an old Gothic horror film, and they are some of the nicest people.

I've also had so meny other experiences, but I can't stand people who make comments or assumptions about people based on aperance alone.

A good example is Sam Stanley. He dresses smart, he tends to be relatively put together, and yet he is very much falling apart. Right now he dresses more cozy and comfy able, and his hair has grown a good amount, but he's still clean shaven.

You'd assume a lot about Sam, but something I can happily say is if you liked his look, simply compliment it. "I like the bow tie/the sweater/the glasses/other" or "Your hair is very pretty what do you use?" Is weirdly common for Sam to get.

Another example was me in collage, I had to have suits for dress code and Bureau work. I had about 100$ to my name and was struggling severely with so so much and didn't know things. People always thought I could afford things, and it made me devastated.

I lived off an extramly cheap and unhealthy diet of stale donuts, coffee, and junkfood.

And any food I could grab and save...

My point is Anon, people present, and look all kinds of ways, and if you want to be a genuinely kind human, just be nice. Don't assume things. Give tiny random compliments if you feel like it. And help someone out if you feel its safe to.

Don't assume everyone on a bike is dealing drugs, don't assume everyone in black with a backpack is sketchy, don't assume the local goths witchy person is doing blood sacrifices.

I'm not joking theses are real things people say and it's disgusting, more so than milk with a little bit of coffee, or two week old pie, horrible horrible horrible.

To simply put it, and wrap this lesson up Anon, it's Okey if you get snippy but curve your words. Some people have bad days but a simple complement can brighten it up. A little help even if it's picking something up for someone, can make an ever lasting impression on them.

You wouldn't want people to assume anything about you correct? So don't do it with others. Don't belitle others for simply existing, don't push others, don't be rude for no reason, simply be nice.

At the end of the day, your human, and as is everyone else, and at the end of it all people go back to the earth, and turn into dirt and food for the animals.

Make your time and eveyone else's time here sweet and safe. Make safe spots for eveyone, and simply be kind from your heart.

There's so meny people on this earth Anon, and so much to do, you can't alwsy be kind and this wonderful person belive me, but you can however try to give a little smile and a wave, give a good morning, and a little complment, and a little bit of help.

Belive me, those things go further and further than anything you'd ever belive, and leading a shoulder or an ear to someone can go the furthers for anyone ever, and overall support to people helps.

#maybe i should make a post about overall advice ive learned and that harry and sam also have...#maybe....#I apologize for the long post i simply have a lot of thoughts on not juding others on looks #twin peaks #dale cooper #twin peaks rp #twin peaks rp blog #dale cooper twin peaks #dale cooper rp

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twdmusicboxmystery · 1 year

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New Cast Announced for Spinoff

@wdway:

I have no idea how I found all of this but I thought you guys would like to see it.

@wdway:

Somehow I ended up on a Tweeter site (I'm not on Twitter) you guys might want to check it out. Norman Reedus Network.

The Screencast one has the actors with character names which is very helpful to us I think.

I don't see a character named Camila on here that had a pizza wrist scar box from the other day. Reading a lot into that. Please correct me if you guys see it anywhere and I'm just missing it.

Oh, Dary does have his vest and leg wraps in the spin-off.

Interesting sweater it reminds me of the CRM.

@galadrieljones:

Nice catch!!

Interesting that Clemence Poesie is playing a character named Isabelle. Another character name repeat. I think the other one spells it Isobel but it’s still the same name.

@wdway:

Yes that is interesting isn't it.

@galadrieljones:

Also it’s worth noting that these are all French actors. We haven’t heard anything about any Americans or “familiar faces,” which didn’t Gimple say he’s be running into some characters who have been “lost”?

@wdway:

A connection between Fear an DD spin-off

@galadrieljones:

I think lots of ppl speculated Heath. I think he might run into Hope and Terry Ellis. Just speculation based on the dialogue in the WB coda, in which the scientist woman mentions the word “hope” like four times and has a whole folder to TB Ellis papers on her hard drive.

@wdway:

Norman has said it and probably Gimple.

@galadrieljones:

I also think Beth will be there but I’m biased lol

@wdway:

And you have us as company.

@galadrieljones:

I literally cannot wait all the way until May for Fear

@wdway:

Again you have company on that one too.

I'm trying to not hope to see Beth but part A of Fear is still set a few years (maybe 6) years behind TWD so she could be anywhere in present time. Like France. My understanding is Fear part B will have a time jump to the present.

@galadrieljones:

All the French stuff makes me want to go back to Davon. I know we went after that one pretty hard but I was super postpartum when that came out and like I need to watch it again with a level head. French speaking characters and actors, missing children, main character is a fish out of water trying to find his way back to his family, falls for a girl who plays piano, PPP card, mysterious green bleach liquid/sulfuric acid in a bucket, facial dismemberment (re:Dwight). Just so much there.

@wdway:

Agreed. Do you remember the name of the main female character?

@galadrieljones:

Nora is the love interest and Amanda is the one who dies

Arnaud is the young man who kills the child

@wdway:

Thanks.

@galadrieljones:

Also another weird probably poppies reference in the sweeties that Arnaud gives the kids. Probably an opioid sedative, which becomes a Wizard of Oz thing.

Also this is kind of a stretch, but I read recently that the episode Davon was originally called “Acadia,” as in the former French colony of Acadia, which is where Madawaska is located in Maine, along with places in Canada. When I looked that up, I learned that there are also Acadians in southern/French Louisiana, which is referred to as Acadiana.

Acadians are now just commonly called Cajuns. That dude in “Nebraska” mentions that he heard the Coastguard is “sitting in the gulf,” sending ships to the islands. Possibility we meet French ppl in the gulf, in Fear? Or Acadians who speak Creole languages, or French. Idk just an association I made because my brain can’t stop lol. There is so much in terms of associations right now, with Fear being where it’s at, and Gimple poaching from early seasons to plant entire plot arcs.

Iris from Nebraska also wants to go to the Louvre. Hope is with with Dr. Ellis in NY. Daryl is in France. Kids are missing. What is going onnnn...?

@wdway:

Now my mind is spinning with possibilities.

@galadrieljones:

I know the feeling lol

@wdway:

I had forgotten about the Cajuns guy from s2 Nebraska. Great catch. I remember that there was a lot of western objects in the bar.

@galadrieljones:

Another one on the list to rewatch for the twentieth time.

Also forget that Emily is from Nebraska, certainly a coincidence but not one that tptb will let go to waste

@wdway:

I'm also thinking about Daryl and Beth setting the moonshine on fire using a stack of $20 Andrew Jackson bills. Andrew Jackson was the commander of the Battle if New Orleans in the war of 1812. Another of many French connections.

@galadrieljones:

Yes good catch!! Now I’m just thinking about all the possibilities…

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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RHYS & SEB, NIGHT 27.

with @properbantz !

rhys aldridge.

he’s taking his happy ass from room to room, looking for seb so he can go bother him after talking to naomi. “bonjour.” he says in what seb would probably consider a bad french accent while he wraps his arms around him from behind, chin resting on the other’s shoulder.

sebastien cassidy.

the look he gives rhys over his shoulder is immediately full of contempt at the harsh accent in his ear. "bonsoir," he corrects and, just to be more of an asshole, adds for good measure, "êtes-vous si heureux d'être le projet de l'ange?"

rhys aldridge.

he doesn’t know french, but he knows the word l’ange and figures he’s probably talking about bash again. aw, he really needed to find a hobby. “gracioso. ojalá supiera lo que estabas diciendo.”

sebastien cassidy.

he shrugs off rhys's chin from his shoulder and goes back to his hair products, searching for the next step instead of giving him the satisfaction of looking confused at the spanish. "ton accent est atroce dans les deux langues," he returns instead, not knowing what was said. or, honestly, even if that was a true statement — it's not like he knows what a good spanish accent sounds like for non native speakers.

rhys aldridge.

he lets go of him completely after giving him a quick squeeze, opting to sit back against the dressing table. oh, he could get bits and pieces of that one at least. yay linguistics and romance languages. why couldn’t seb have been italian? that was an easier translate. “si insistes.” he shrugs. “so,” maybe he’s a little smug, “you voted for me tonight.”

sebastien cassidy.

that one he could understand, at least, to his annoyance, since it did not fully make sense in the context that he knows. "i voted for bash," he corrects blandly, twisting sections of his hair as he talks. hoping that he at least gives the appearance of not caring. "it had very little to do with you."

rhys aldridge.

he’ll take the lead. it feels a bit like he’s found the loose thread, pulling at it until he’s unwound the entire sweater. he’s not quite sure what he’ll do with the pile of string when he’s done, but he’ll figure that out when he gets there. “if you were voting strictly off the premise of one person you could have voted for max,” he points out. “unless you wanted to save bash because you’re interested in grafting him.”

sebastien cassidy.

"voting for maxwell meant voting for dejan," he explains, as if rhys is a young child who did not understand how the process works. "and i would rather keep naomi and marcus's friendships than vote for dejan." though his point of grafting bash was a little on the nose and he offers a patronizing smile. "bash is cute," is all he adds, though, tone carefully neutral.

rhys aldridge.

“and voting for bash meant voting for me.” he counters, as if the logic seb presented him was flawed and self explanatory. “though now that you’ve revealed your intentions were entirely selfish, i completely understand.” he offers seb a sweet, smile in return for his patronizing one. “you know who else is cute?”

sebastien cassidy.

he raises an eyebrow at that. "yes, and you have not been slapped yet, no?" he asks, his tone still the same patient, kindergarten teacher one. "although there is still time." he keeps his attention focused on his hair. "i am sure you will tell me regardless."

rhys aldridge.

“no, unfortunately.” he shrugs, “i like it when they’re a little mean to me.” he does, also unfortunately. why can’t he just be normal? not sure, but he resonated with nick miller when he said that he’ll fall in love if they keeps being mean. “oh well i was going to say you, but you seem uninterested.”

sebastien cassidy.

“then you chose wrong,” he replies, seemingly bored. if he likes them mean, bash is certainly not the right decision with his saccharine sweet ways. “n’importe quoi.” it’s clear he’s mildly annoyed then, at least, the mask of disinterest slipping as he turns to rhys, reaching to lift his chin as he faces him. “you are all talk.”

rhys aldridge.

“never said it was a steadfast rule did it?” he shrugs. bash is sweet and he likes him, but that doesn’t mean he’s his typical kind of partner. and maybe the change was something he needed, since clearly his usual type had worked out so well for him. he looks back at seb with bright interest, “you think so?”

sebastien cassidy.

"no," he allows. "but perhaps i spoke too soon when i said bash would get bored." his tone implies rhys might. seb had considered apologizing if only for appearances, after speaking with bash the night before, but that is pretty much out the window now. his hand drops and he turns back to the mirror. "pretty words, but nothing to back it up. so why should i entertain it?"

rhys aldridge.

it’s almost unfortunate he cares more about what mimi and dylan think of him than seb does. because now mimi telling dylan that he gets bored looked true and he looked like an ass. “what? no.” he scoffs with a adamant shake of his head. “would you even be interested if i wanted to entertain it?”

sebastien cassidy.

“then why are you here with me instead?” exasperation colors him and the look he gives rhys is withering. “are you in the habit of asking everyone who has had your dick in their mouth if they’re interested after?” it feels like rhys is playing with him, and he doesn’t like it at all, especially when he already feels a bit used.

rhys aldridge.

that catches him a little bit off guard. he shifts, not expecting to have to give a real answer. “i just..” he stops, “i don’t know. we didn’t.. talk about it.” he clears his throat. why the fuck is this embarrassing. “i didn’t think you were serious.”

sebastien cassidy.

he genuinely can’t tell if rhys is just an idiot or if he’s playing a game sebastien doesn’t know. “so you were using me?” it’s a statement, more than a question, narrowing his eyes at the other man. “because you think i am not serious.”

rhys aldridge.

“what? no.” did that sound kinda urgent? fuck. he wasn’t using seb. at least he never meant to? and if he made him feel used then it was totally not on purpose. “i mean we just. i don’t know. i didn’t think you cared? or liked me.”

sebastien cassidy.

there’s an uncomfortable silence as he processes that, truly unsure where he went wrong. “i am not here for a joke,” he finally says, a crease forming between his eyebrows. he doesn’t know if he likes rhys, but he feels like he had been clearly open to getting to know him. he even told naomi about it, which is a little embarrassing in hindsight. “your insecurity is not my concern,” he decides, haltingly, after a moments hesitation. “if you could not understand that i liked you after all that, that is not because of me.”

rhys aldridge.

he’s reaching out to grab seb’s arm. “i’m not a mind reader.” for being a sarcastic little shit, it’s a lot softer than anticipated. “i’m sorry.” something in his stomach twists, and he’s not sure he likes it. it’s the realization that he cares that startles him the most. “you give me more shit than anyone. you know my head’s been a mess for a long time. but still, i’m sorry. i should’ve been more communicative with you.” a small attempt at a smile is made. “you know what they say about assuming and all that.”

sebastien cassidy.

a scoff escapes him at that. "clearly, you cannot read body language either." though it lacks the venom it might've held a day earlier. "and i do not give you shit," he adds, almost indignant because he truly believes he doesn't. the ice melts a fraction at his touch, though, and he rolls his eyes. "i am sorry, too, i suppose." he doesn't think he was in the wrong, to be clear, but it feels like the right thing to say. though, and he does hesitate, but adds, "i should not have been cruel, either. you are not boring." he doesn't take back the other things he's said, though. "what do they say about assuming?" he asks after a beat, brow furrowing.

rhys aldridge.

“no, but i’m great at reading books.” he knows that one was a bad joke. “you do totally give me shit.” his insistence lacks any anger that he held against seb at any point within the last 48 hours. “i suppose.” he mimics, is his accent getting any better? a laugh escapes him when seb looks at him confused. “it makes an ass out of u and me?”

sebastien cassidy.

"it had to be one of the three, no?" bad joke or not, he's willing to play into it. "i do not." his stubbornness is that of a petulent child's. "i am nothing but nice to you," he adds for the effect, like a liar. this time at least knowing it's a bold faced lie. "is that supposed to be me?" it takes him a moment to put together the joke, but he cracks a small smile nonetheless. "that is terrible. that is not really a saying, is it?"

rhys aldridge.

“it’s what i get for being book smart, not street smart.” he shrugs. finally, he’s letting his hand fall away from seb’s arm, placed back on the table by his side. “if this is you being nice i’d hate to see what it’s like when you don’t like someone.” was this actually a good conversation now? he’s lost the plot seriously, he came over here to annoy him and that lasted a good five minutes. “yeah it’s totally a saying. from like forever ago or something. i dunno, my dad taught it to me in like middle school or some long ass time ago.”

sebastien cassidy.

"no, you would not." another scoff, this one more good-natured as seb cools off. "you like it when they are a little mean to you," he throws the words back at rhys, half mocking, half teasing. the only real difference is he's faster to square up, as seen by half his conversations with josh, anyways. "so it is commonplace," he muses. "does the wordplay make sense in spanish or only english?"

rhys aldridge.

“okay maybe not. but can you blame me?” he feels himself unable to help his smile. what the fuck was wrong with him? maybe he just missed mimi more than he thought, and the whole shit stirrer ruse was similar enough to the accidental drama magnet mimi often found herself to be to pique his interest. “no, it’s like.. asumir or something, and you’d have tu y yo. so not the same.” he slides his arm over into seb’s, “is there anything like that in french?”

sebastien cassidy.

"no, not really. mean can be very attractive on the right person." he chuckles. mean doesn't mean to him necessarily, but he understands the attraction behind it. he hums, nodding along — it was similar in french. his gaze lowers to their arms with some interest as he racked his brain for a pun. "not off the top of my head for, ah, idioms. la moutarde monte ton nez means, literally, to have mustard up your nose," he offers, though it's not quite the same. "to lose your temper."

rhys aldridge.

“ah, that’s funny?” he hums, nodding at the idiom that kinda makes sense but also doesn’t. is mustard like spicy? like pepper therefore makes you sneeze or something? he doesn’t know. and quite frankly he doesn’t think he wants to ask. “so you said something. earlier.” he takes pause before looking up at seb. “your interest. where does that.. what does that look like now?” he almost asks, scale from 1 to 10, and he still might later, if seb’s not clear.

sebastien cassidy.

well, fuck. he was really hoping he wouldn't have to answer for that, that rhys would be satisfied knowing seb actually is interested, even though he isn't, would be enough. "ah. yes. that." his hesitation is clear as day — he had been open with his feelings for nana, and look where that got him. he's very aware that rhys's arm is still looped through his as well, but he's fairly certain he's just being friendly. a fact that has him looking for another out, if there is one. "look, i do not want you to feel bad for me — you did not know, you know?"

rhys aldridge.

“i’m not asking because i feel bad.” he stops, eyes searching seb’s face and maybe stopping on his lips for a split second too long. further elaboration almost leaves his tongue but he hesitates to give him more, he doesn’t want to do any sort of uncertain back and forth anymore, not after how exhausting it was with dylan, but he’s afraid of saying too much and hurting or disrespecting bash. at the same time, he wasn’t signed sealed and locked away either, right? was this appropriate justification or him just being an ass? he’ll ask josh later. or maybe naomi.

sebastien cassidy.

under normal circumstances, ones where he doesn't feel so disgustingly vulnerable, he might find self satisfaction at being wrong on his assumption that rhys is not interested, given how he was looking at him now. "i would still be interested," he admits finally, his eyes flickering to rhys's lips, unsure of how they got to this point.

rhys aldridge.

he’s never going to hear the end of seb’s taunting for the real, genuine smile that turns up the corners of his lips. “good.” the hard thrum of his heart in his chest makes it feel kind of impossible to speak. what is life like for someone who didn’t have anxiety? or morals. he wish he had less of both. like dejan. why was it now, here, with seb of all people that had him feeling like this. maybe it was a delayed high or something from the vote or fight. he already knew what it was like to kiss him, to feel his hands pulling him close with a feverish desperation and yet subconsciously, he finds himself leaning closer still, invading more of seb’s personal space. though, he’s never had much regard for it anyway.

sebastien cassidy.

the way he feels like he's a little out of breath at the smile rhys gives him sends a flash of annoyance down his spine. in part because he's sure this is giving him more of a villain edit than he already had. there's also the part of him that feels like letting rhys closer would be a mistake, given the clear competition he has with it. he would be better off waiting for the next bombshell, or casa, or literally anyone else, but rhys is too close for him to think all that clearly about it. he's nearly close enough for seb to lean over and kiss, if he wanted to. and he does want to, feeling only a little more restrained than the last time they were this close, hesitation in his movements, before he closes the little gap that remained, pressing his lips to rhys's much less urgently than he had only a night or two before, slow and much more gentle.

rhys aldridge.

the sweetness of the kiss surprises him, honestly. including the fact that he doesn’t hate it. he kisses him back, but doesn’t take it further than what it already is. shit. shit. he enjoyed this, that’s not the part to catastrophize over. it’s that now he feels like an ass, especially when his partner is bash and the feeling he had with him was so similar to this. why couldn’t anything in his life be easy? “seb.” his name leaves him in a sigh. he hadn’t fully pulled away, their proximity still damningly close. “let me talk to him. if.. if it’s okay with you, both of you, i want to get to know you both better. is that…?” the okay never leaves him, but he hopes it’s implied. at the end of his question he finally looks up, making eye contact again.

sebastien cassidy.

he almost wants to tell him not to say anything yet, sure he’s going to bring bash up, and, selfishly, he doesn’t want to think about the game portion in all this, the strategic side of him that that will bring back to the surface. his sigh leaves seb almost insecure, and he starts calculating an out again, even while rhys is still talking. “that is fine,” he agrees, barely over a whisper. “i understand.” he feels out of his depth, a little like he had with nana, and he’s not certain he likes that feeling. it’s why, even after a moment of hesitation, he adds, “i will have to get to know others too, though. that will not be a problem?” his exit door, clear as day, but he doesn’t want to get blindsided and left without someone to keep him there.

rhys aldridge.

he lets a hand graze down seb’s arm to his hand, slotting his fingers in between seb’s as they fall. “no.” he doesn’t know that. he isn’t sure how he’s going to feel but it’s only fair that he grants him the same grace and understanding that he’s giving him. especially when he’s got to sort through such similar feelings with him and bash. sebastien and sebastian. that’s embarrassing. there’s a joke to be made about forgetting which one he’s with there, he thinks. “i want you to be happy too. find whatever it is you’re looking for, even if it’s not me.”

sebastien cassidy.

he lets his gaze fall to their hands for a moment, not exactly within his comfort zone to meet rhys’s own for so long. he doesn’t like to feel like this, the sort of jittery anxiety that comes with the uncertainty of them. but he is trying not to let it shake him, at least. he just didn’t expect rhys to do this to him. “thank you,” he offers a genuine, if small, smile with it. seb isn’t sure whether it’s simply for the cameras or if he genuinely means it when he adds, as a whisper, “but i hope it is you.”

rhys aldridge.

he’s trying his best here and strangely, feels the most in his element that he’s been since talking to mimi. a breathless chuckle escapes him, warm and real. when he speaks his voice is quiet, teasing in a kinder way than he has before. “oh yeah? you mean that?”

sebastien cassidy.

his smile turns sly and he gives a shrug, putting a smidge more distance between them. “if you like me mean, no,” he teases in return, giving the other’s hand a squeeze.

rhys aldridge.

“i don’t know.” he says, but he’s not nearly as indecisive as the phrase has proven to be in the villa. he shifts back, giving them both a little bit more room. just so that whatever this is doesn’t feel so damning. “i kind of like whatever this is.”

sebastien cassidy.

“me, too. i mean it.” whatever it is seems to be antagonizing each other until something gives, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it. although rhys moving back has reminded him that they shouldn’t necessarily be doing this, without his talking to bash, at least. its an unspoken rule of love island, but some part of him enjoys that too. “we can talk more tomorrow,” he offers, though his eyes trail over rhys slowly as he says it, taking him in before he has to share a bed with maddox instead. “once you talk to him.”

rhys aldridge.

“you’re not allowed to look me up and down anymore, i’m revoking your rights to that.” he stops him immediately. “the last time you did that you called me ugly.”

sebastien cassidy.

seb draws back, as shocked as if rhys had hit him. "what? what do you mean i called you ugly?"

rhys aldridge.

“like yesterday, sebastien.” he gestures in the direction of the living room. “when you were being mean out there.”

sebastien cassidy.

he blinks. "i was mean, but i certainly did not call you ugly."

rhys aldridge.

“you can’t check me out with contempt and disdain after alluding to bash getting bored and saying ‘don’t think i need to though’ when i asked if you had spoken to him.” how the fuck else was he supposed to take that?

sebastien cassidy.

the wheels are visibly turning in his head as he runs through their argument to find exactly where he had fucked up. "i did not mean to call you ugly," he says now, after a pause. "i was calling you boring. which," he's quick to add. "i did apologize for lying about."

rhys aldridge.

it takes him a couple of seconds to catch up to where seb is but once he does he laughs louder than he anticipated it to be. “dude.” but romantic. “i know i’m not boring. i was kind of hurt you called me ugly though. like shit, i’m here aren’t i? at least one of the producers thought i was cute and had a nice ass.”

sebastien cassidy.

when rhys laughs, he feels marginally better. "you are not ugly," he assures him, his brow still furrowed. a little unconventional, maybe, but far from ugly. he really is a shit communicator. "i told naomi you look like a hot professor," he offers helpfully, as proof. if he needs to verify. "and you have a very nice ass."

rhys aldridge.

“you think so?” he perks up at seb calling him a hot professor. “i get that a lot. you should see my real closet? i know how to fucking dress.” he sweeps a hand through his hair, spinning around now to check himself out in the mirror. “josh wishes he had my ass honestly.”

sebastien cassidy.

"bien sûr que oui," he adds emphatically. "of course. josh's ass has nothing on yours." there's a chuckle at rhys's showing off, though it's not like he's not also checking him out as he does. "you mean your usual style is not shirtless and swimwear?"

rhys aldridge.

he peeks up at seb out of the corner of his eye, still fussing with his hair, tempted almost to reach for hair wax then figures he’ll be fine without it. “i don’t live in california for a reason.” a full smile crosses his features, “can you imagine a winter love island? like a ski resort or something. that would be hot.”

sebastien cassidy.

"new york, right?" he asks, one of his hands going to his own hair as he watches rhys fuss, twisting small sections back into careful curls, what he was supposed to be doing this entire time. "are you sure you know what 'hot' means?" he snorts, imagining everyone in snowsuits. "skiing challenges instead of the beach obstacle course?"

rhys aldridge.

“yeah, mostly. i only moved to jersey three years ago, after mimi and i broke up.” had he ever actually told anyone that? everyone just took the fact he was from jersey as bible. “build and decorate snowmen that look like your couple partner. snowball fight but guys versus girls.” he shrugs. “you could make it work, i think.”

sebastien cassidy.

in truth, he just got the two states confused, but at least he's half right! "i don't think i know anything about jersey. you must like it, if it's been three years." he chuckles, shaking his head. "those hot chocolate bombs made to look like dicks," he adds helpfully. he's pretty sure there's been a challenge like that in the past. "i suppose with ski resorts, they have hot tubs sometimes, so there would still be the promo shots?"

rhys aldridge.

he straightens again, picking up something off the table to fiddle with to keep his hands busy. “yeah, kinda.” his shoulders drop in a loose shrug. “new york reminded me too much of mimi too. i think i’d be able to go back now if i wanted to, but i probably won’t. i intentionally overhauled my life. kinda like i could still feel her in everything i had? nothing in my life was untouched by her and i felt a little suffocated by it. so new state, new apartment, new name, new scripts, i committed.” he looks at seb with a smile, “imagine the steam coming off the hot tubs? that could make for good promo shots. or get a lot of scandinavians and they can stand in the snow in bikinis for a second.”

sebastien cassidy.

his jokes dry up and instead he listens with a calmer smile. it's probably the most words he's heard rhys say all at once, and it's a lot of personal information, too. "you and mimi were very serious," he remarks, an observation more than anything. he's not sure he could say he's had that before, and there's a pang of something almost like envy in him. "i understand, though. sometimes you need to start over." curiosity getting the better of him, though, he asks, "new name?" did mimi mention that? he can't remember. it was before he really paid rhys attention. "yes, yes. the men who go out in winter storms in only shorts, too." he's seen the memes. "it opens the door to other locations, too, if it works."

rhys aldridge.

“yeah. i guess so, yeah.” that’s one way to describe them. he always felt like their on again off again nature would have diminished the impact, but it didn’t. it made the finality of their last breakup feel incomplete, the long pattern broken. “rhys is my middle name.” hadn’t he told someone this before? or didn’t mimi make it a point to call him will whenever they spoke? “william rhys aldridge.” he gives seb a cute little smile, like saying his full name allowed another piece to slot back into place. “it does. see? you’re playing the long game.”

sebastien cassidy.

“it must have been really hard to come here.” he’s a little impressed — he hadn’t seen them try to work it out, as he would have expected from something that sounded so serious. “william rhys aldridge,” he repeats, returning his smile with one of his own as he takes him in (careful to not look him up and down again). “it is a little old fashioned, it suits you. you seem like a william.” he laughs, a small shake of his head. “we should tell the producers to get on it.”

rhys aldridge.

“i think i blacked out honestly.” he laughs, genuinely. “i guess i knew i needed to. weirdly enough. i definitely should’ve handled a lot of this,” he gestures vaguely to himself, “out there. but then i would’ve never met you. and that i’d hate to do.” seb is flashed a cheeky grin, of course he’d try to sprinkle in a little compliment while cutting his heart out of his chest for seb to see. “do i actually?”

sebastien cassidy.

he chuckles, finding it hard not to when the other laughs. "it is like resolution?" he guesses. it's not a situation he could imagine himself in — he would not have the same type of grace. he rolls his eyes at the cheesy compliment, but his smile is genuine. "oh, please. how long did you spend on that line?" he nudges rhys with his elbow. "you do. it is a good name for a hot professor, you know? or a novel character."

#sebastien & rhys.#thread: discord.#i need to be better abt posting these since adri and i are never on the dash

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dourpeep · 3 years

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IT WAS 2AM WHEN I SENT THAT SO I HELD BACK MY SIMPING FOR COLLEGE ALBEDO A LITTLE. tried not to send all my brainrot so I didn't just send a wall of text into your inbox LOL. Some others I thought of were:

- Mona giving astrology forecasts and compatibility readings in this au and Albedo may have asked her about the two of you

- Going to botanical gardens or museums with Albedo but for some reason it feels like a date even when it didn't intent to be. You tug on his sleeve now and then when you see something he might be interested in or even when it's something that excites you, and Albedo can't help but have a soft look in his eyes that he can share this moment with you! Somehow it results in the two of you holding hands - just so neither of you stray from each other of course - and eventually, intertwined fingers. You hear someone say that the two of you seem like a cute couple and you know Albedo heard it too, but neither of you say anything. You feel his hand squeeze yours a little tighter and respond in kind. The two of you are too embarrassed to look at each other but can't help the smiles on your faces.

- Lending Albedo some of your favourite books for pleasure reading and you've left tiny tabs on lines that you like. Perhaps this is before Albedo realizes his feelings so when he reads particularly romantic lines, he wonders if this is how he feels about you. Or did you mark these pages because you feel this way about someone? His stomach is in knots to the thought that you may be intrested in someone that isn't him and he settles for it just being prose.

WHAT YOU WROTE WAS SO CUTE AAA. THANK YOU FOR SIMPING FOR COLLEGE BEDO WITH ME!!

Tugging his hand and not letting go omg . . . you tend to just intertwine pinkies or play with his fingers absent-mindedly that Albedo becomes so accustomed to it so he starts to offer you his hands without a second thought.

WAIT. I gasped at Albedo being a cuddler. He's a little delirious when he first wakes up but you're so comfy that he hugs you a little tighter, asking if you've slept well. You try to reply while worrying about whether or not he can feel your heart thrumming in your chest.

What if Klee is staying with Albedo one night and the three of you fall asleep cuddled up together. Alice comes back early in the morning before any of you are awake and takes a picture. She sends it to Albedo later and he sets it as his phone's wallpaper.

Albedo staring at your lips winded me, thank you.

YES TO THE SWEATERS. I bet Albedo would have the softest and coziest sweaters too! Imagine it being a little cold out and you see Albedo across campus so you bound over to him and give him a hug. You nuzzle into him and mumble out a little 'hello' and say he's warm. You feel his laugh rumble through his chest while he greets you back, wrapping his arms around you

And I LOVE ALL YOUR HEADCANONS! I believe I found your blog around the time you posted Albedo's snort headcanon and it was too much for my heart!! I held tight to that headcanon and never let go lol. I also thought the science + college headcanons you had of him were really nice despite not being necessarily romantic!

Side note: I looked up that lobster fact and that's so cool!!

The Lobster Fact(tm) is my go-to ice breaker and it always fails. I'd imagine it's normally the same w/ Bedo OTL so sad...not many wish to know about potential lobster immortality.

I'm glad that you love the headcanons though!! I enjoy writing for Albedo so so much as you can tell ehe

That being said--if it makes you more comfy to send stuff in a few bursts of asks, I don't mind :DD I'll answer them as usual nodnod

OKIE DOKIE

"...Mona, yes?"

"Ah, I was expecting you to come around sooner or later, Kreideprinz."

Really, Albedo didn't mean to stumble upon the Astronomy major, but for some reason the thought of you has been on his mind and the campus' observatory just so happened to be on the way. With the meager hope that...maybe he'd find some sort of answer (in what, he wasn't really sure himself), there she was.

Luckily, she knew just what he was there for.

The moment that she twirls her hand with a wave, telling him that there isn't anything to worry about, the apprehension creeping within his chest at the thought of seeing you next-

disappeared.

It's not often that he turns to less orthodox methods, but he wouldn't lie. Knowing that--at least in Mona's opinion (which tended to be correct, anyway)--the two of you were undoubtly compatible? Something about how your constellations were intertwined...

In fact, Albedo turns a little theory around in his mind. Though based in old folktales, the idea that you gravitate towards those who are made of the very same stardust as yourself, suddenly made sense.

Or, perhaps he was just being hopeful.

Little does he know that you most definitely asked Mona about the same thing earlier that day.

AHHHHH BUT OF COURSE-

Any of those kinds of places--Botanical Gardens, Art Museums, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums in general--Any place where you're able to utterly lose yourself in your surroundings and look around in awe, really, are your go-to date outing destination!

Usually, it's just the two of you, maybe with Sucrose or Timaeus if it's for a particular class, as well as the occasional Klee in tow whenever Alice is busy with work.

But in this case, fingers interlocked, it's just the two of you on a impromptu trip to the art museum downtown after seeing a promotional banner about a new exhibit. Once inside, you rush along, Albedo trailing close behind with a light squeeze of your hand. The large area used for temporary exhibits isn't far from the entrance, so it's not long until you skid to a stop.

All along the walls are incredibly detailed oil paintings, the thin layered strokes glistening in the light. Albedo takes a moment to whisper to you about how oil paint works.

Due to the thinness of the paint and it's transparency, light passes through every carefully placed stroke, allowing for a unique sort of depth that isn't achievable with other painting media. You smile, the artificial light of the art exhibit making your features glow and Albedo can't help but wonder if you are like those paintings.

So complex, so carefully created in an image perfected with time. Your eyes search his and you say his name and Albedo clears his throat when he realizes he's been staring.

"Do you like this one?"

Ah, you must've assumed he took a liking to this particular painting.

His eyes shift back to it, taking in the sight of the balance of color, the composition, then back to you. He only stares a second longer before nodding.

Whether or not you realize the view he likes is you is something that he dwells on as you both make your way to the next painting.

If you had a penny for every time that someone comments on the way you compliment each other, you'd probably be able to pay off your tuition for next semester.

Okay, perhaps not, but the idea still stands.

You're only just at the end of the art exhibit when the security guard wishes the two of you a lovely date. Something about how young love is something to be treasured, something about how the two of you already seem so natural and comfortable in each other's presence.

Before you can mumble out an explanation, Albedo just squeezes your hand, gentle as always, and smiles.

It's a compliment, right? For someone to see how close you are, even if you really are just friends, is a good thing.

Ignoring the warmth that spreads over your cheeks, you smile and turn your head away shyly. Squeezing his hand back, the thought of what it'd be like if you were together crosses your mind.

Just as you lend books to him, he lends books to you. Surprisingly, this time it just so happens to be a poetry book--something that you expressed interest in a week ago but ended up not getting.

Within, he's left colorful notes with his neat, slanted writing.

Short discussions (presumably questions to himself) of what the poet must've been thinking, different possible scenarios, are peppered throughout the book. But one just so happens to catch your eye. Rather than a question, it's a statement. Simple, short, and...sweet.

'You carry the aura of the stars.'

The little yellow sticky note pasted beneath a love poem to the night sky stands out. Suppressing a flutter in your chest, you continue reading through the poem book with a few giggles at Albedo's musings until you find a note with most of the words crossed out.

It's entirely unlike him, the way that the dark ink scribbled over the words, making them illegible.

But at the bottom was a continued attempt--one you presume he was satisfied with by the way it lay pristine on the colorful paper.

'You look. I fail to speak.

Your mind, so brilliant as it is I wish to see behind To further appreciate the one I love.

I can only hope one day you shall let me in, So for now I wait patiently by your side.'

Who could he have written this for? You can't help but stare at the poetic attempt, knowing full well that Albedo seldom does something without meaning.

The book closes and you tuck it back on the shelf to ask about later.

AAAAA YESYESYESYES I LOVE THAT CUDDLE PILE W/ ALBEDO AND KLEE

Even though Albedo's a grade A student and certified genius (he's adamant in his denial, shaking his head and mumbling about how he just studies hard), he's not entirely a stickler for rules.

Well, that is, Aunt Alice's suggestion that Klee goes to bed by 9.

Instead, the three of you settle in the common room of Albedo's place in a bundle of pillows and blankets at the demands of a pillow fort.

The tv blinks on accompanied by the near silent click of the remote.

"What should we watch?"

Klee always ends up picking the movie. This time, she wants Alice in Wonderland, commenting on how the bunny is like her best friend Dodoco and the blonde girl on screen is named after mommy. Albedo doesn't bother correcting her, even though he knows quite well that dear, sweet Dodoco is a chinchilla.

Between sips of juice and a few mouthfuls of popcorn, the three of you fall asleep, Klee curled up besides you and Albedo's arm draped over you both.

Even when the sun is up in the sky, you sleep peacefully.

So, naturally, Aunt Alice has a spare key just in case something like this happens.

Immediately she's met with the sweetest view--her two kids (she's practically adopted Albedo as her own at this point) and--

Hiding a cheeky smile behind her hand, Alice can't help but sneak a little closer when she spies the way that you and Albedo somehow gravitated closer, his face buried in your hair and yours resting against his collar. Wedged between you with tousled hair, Klee snoozes peacefully.

She snaps a picture, followed by another, and another, and a fourth for good measures before meandering into the kitchen to prep something for breakfast.

Might as well let her three favorite people enjoy the comfort of sleep for a little longer...

You wake up the moment that Klee wiggles her way out of the blankets, nuzzling against the warmth radiating under your cheek.

Nice and cozy. Smells nice...wait.

Eyes fluttering open, you're met with a familiar birthmark and the nearly gone scent of Albedo's cologne.

You nearly pull away until the arm, now wrapped around your waist, pulls you closer accompanied by a satisfied sigh. Ah. You shut your eyes tight when you realize that Albedo's going to be asleep for at least another thirty minutes, resigning to your fate gladly.

Of course, Alice takes the opportunity to snap a few more pictures when you've finally fallen back asleep.

YES ALSO ALSO

Speaking of Albedo and sweaters and warm and also the just mentioned cologne. A little fun tidbit--not only are you familiar with the scent of his cologne because he wears it often, but it (in this au) is actually one that you picked out some time back. You probably were at the store together smelling some of the perfumes when you came across one that you were pleasantly surprised by.

Specifically, something that's lightly floral, a little warm but sweet with a hint of earthiness.

The pros? It fits Albedo perfectly! It also kinda sticks well and his place faintly smells of it.

The cons?? Well...you're embarrassed to say that hugging Albedo tends to drag on a little longer than anticipated because it's just such a comforting scent-

Not because you associate it with Albedo or anything-

Ehe

Man I really went to town again, didn't I?? Well, I'm glad that you enjoy my headcanons :DDD Albedo just seems like such a sweet person??? Like endearing in a way that just is...him. If that makes sense.

Brain go brrrrrr

I'll admit that my favorite headcanons for Bedo are mundane and domestic ones though! Like these! Just the little moments where there's nothing really going on except for him and you and ahhhh yesyesyes

Okay that's all-

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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ain't it fun?

summary: reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

warnings: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Trauma Bonding, narcotics anonymous meetings, Strangers to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, meet-cute,

word count: 3.3K

a/n: this is completely self-indulgent and overly personal but i def recommend writing why spencer would love you as a form of therapy

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In the blink of an eye, she was up and racing around her apartment. Her mental health was like a teeter-totter, and right now she was on her way to the top. Mania was creeping in; changing from just anxiety-induced butterflied to the feeling that she could jump off a building and survive.

That was never a good time. All she wanted was to either spend all her money, fuck a stranger or get high as shit. It made her legs jumpy and her ears ring and she couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much.

She threw on a sweater and jeans, her hair was up in a butterfly clip and she hastily threw on her fanny pack full of everything she needed as well as a big coat, and she then left her apartment. She got to the stairs before realizing she actually needed to lock the door.

Her hands shook and she tried to slide the key into the lock, dropping them as her neighbour rushed out of the room and startled her. “Sorry,” she heard him say.

She picked up her keys and turned to look at him, “can you help me? I can’t seem to stop shaking,” she asked as she held her keys towards him.

“yes, sure,” he rushed the words out as he walked towards her, only looking at the keys, never in her eyes. But that was okay, she was never a big fan of eye contact.

He placed her keys back in her hand and took a step back, “are you alright?” he asked.

“No,” she said honestly. “I’m going to find an NA meeting.”

“Do you have one in the area? I haven’t seen you around before?”

She shook her head, surprised that he was also an addict, he didn’t look like he’s ever even smoked weed.

“No, I moved in only a little while ago on a whim, but I think it’s time I got some support,” she said as they started to walk down the hallway together. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Spencer,” he smiled softly. “I’m going to a meeting right now, actually, if you’d like to come? I won’t exactly be anonymous to you, but it’s a good one to go to if you just need one to fill the void until you find your preferred group.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I need.” She smiled at him this time as he held the door open for her. “So, have you lived around here for long?”

“For about a few years now.”

“The building is good then? I was a little hesitant but I needed to get away,” she said, this time holding the door for them to leave the building and turn down the street towards where she knew the subway was.

The moon should be out, she looked up but only sees buildings. It was the one thing she missed the most about not being in the country; seeing the stars and feeling like there was a reason to it all.

“Are you running from someone?” He asks as they start the walk down to the meeting.

“Myself,” she said softly. “I’m on disability and don’t drive and I lived in the middle of nowhere with my parents, well into my 20’s, and I needed a change so my parents surprised me by saving up money for a few month's rent and told me to follow my heart.”

“And you picked Virginia?”

“I stayed in Virginia, just moved into the city. I watch a lot of murder documentaries in my free time, I thought being near Quantico would introduce me to some interesting people, but I have yet to meet anyone from the FBI at all.”

She laughed to herself at how dumb it was that she wanted to meet a profiler like Holden Ford from Mindhunter, “either they are all very good at keeping their jobs secret or Virginia is a very large and densely populated area with a low percentage of FBI agents.”

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“How long have you lived here?” he asked, slowing as he walked so he could look at her.

“2 months.”

“It took you two months to meet the FBI agent across the hall from you.”

“You’re kidding?” she said, stopping on the sidewalk abruptly. “I knew that apartment was calling me for a reason.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but, are you really just coincidentally my neighbour or are you secretly spying on me because you have an evil plan to kill me and my co-workers?” he's completely serious, it's almost scary.

“No offence, Spence, but for a supposed FBI agent that’s a dumb question to ask,” she said, pointing finger guns at him, “you don’t think I’ll give up my cover that easily? Do you?”

He points a finger gun back at her, “technically, I’m a doctor.”

The two of them narrow their eyes at each other, slowly walking in a circle, still facing each other with their make-believe guns trying to hold back smirks. She lowered her ‘weapon’ first. “It’s okay, doctor, don’t worry. I’m not a spy just an idiot with an imagination.”

He giggled softly, “I’ve never felt this comfortable with someone this fast.”

“Well, you are with criminals a lot, right? That would be alarming if you bonded with them,” she said, bumping her shoulder into his as they walked. “But I feel the same. I actually haven’t talked to someone in person in forever.”

“No?”

“I do most of my work and socializing online,” She felt embarrassed, but in today’s day and age, it wasn’t that weird. “I’m not very good outside or with people.”

“If it wasn’t for my job, I don’t think I would go outside very often either. My co-workers are my only friends, they’re more like my family actually.”

“That’s so wonderful to hear, found family is very important,” her smile disappeared as she thought about how alone she was. “Um, can I ask what it is you do at the FBI?”

“Behavioural Analysis.”

“Holy shit," she gasps, knowing way too much about that unit thanks to fucking Netflix, "that’s what the BSU became right? Do you work with the really fucked up shit?” she asked softly.

He laughed, “oh yeah, I really do.”

“Do you share a lot at NA?”

“Kinda, I tend to ramble about facts when I’m nervous so sometimes my short talk becomes more like a ted talk and what was supposed to be just me saying I haven’t relapsed on Dilaudid becomes a lesson on how the human brain works,” he explained, rambling just like he said he would.

She nodded along as he spoke, “funny, that was also my drug of choice.”

“Liquid or oral?”

“Oral. I was given it after I had my appendix out when I was 17. They get you started real young now, big pharma has its hand in everyone's pocket,” she presses her lips together awkwardly, “it was rough.”

He hummed in agreement. “I was held captive by an unsub with multiple personalities. One personality drugged me till I died and the other one brought me back.”

“Spencer, Holy fuck?” she stopped and stared at him so incredibly concerned for someone who just met him. She reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder and looked him in the eyes, “I know I barely know you, but if you need someone to talk I’m literally always across the hall.”

“Thank you,” he smiled softly as he looked back into her eyes. “The meeting is right there across the street, do you want a coffee first? The place beside it is amazing.”

She nodded and he took her hand, looking both ways before J-walking across the street with her to buy her a coffee and a snack. Maybe that would help her stop shaking, he looked like he worried about her and she wasn't used to that at all.

He didn’t talk at this meeting, he sat in the chair beside the group leader, she sat down across from him in the circle so she could focus. When the floor was opened up to new members, Y/N stood at the first chance she got.

“Hi I’m Y/N,” she said, to which she was welcomed by the crowd.

“I’m new to the city and looking for a new home group, not sure if I’ll stay here because I know Spencer outside of here but I really just needed to come today.”

She takes a deep breath as she thinks of how to start it, opting to just explain it and let the rant go where it may.

“I’ve never lived alone before and it’s incredibly hard to occupy my time without drugs. I still smoke weed to help me sleep at night but my addiction is with Dilaudid and then Benadryl a little after having surgery in high school. I don’t know if it’s my trauma, my disability or my Autism, maybe it’s my OCD, I really don’t know, but I just feel so useless and alone and boring and lonely, the drugs used to help but they don’t anymore and I really just don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

They all looked like they understood, small smiles grew all around the circle as she took a lookout at the crowd, “Thank you for letting me get that out.”

Everyone clapped as she sat back down and wiped a tear off her cheek.

The meeting ended shortly after that, Spencer walked from his seat in the circle to where she was sitting, reaching a hand out to help her to her feet. “For the record, I think you’re funny, smart, kind and pretty. And you don’t have to be alone anymore if you don’t want to be.”

She slapped her hand into his and stood up with purpose, “Did we just become best friends?”

“I believe we did.”

The walk home was much like the walk there. They traded facts, they flirted, they laughed, she pushed him into a pole at one point, by accident as they laughed. The two of them stopping to sit at a bus bench, laughing so hard she felt like she would pee her pants right then and there.

By the time they were back on their floor, it was well after midnight. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to meetings with you.”

“Oh, why?” he looked disappointed.

“Isn’t rule 13 that you’re not supposed to want to sleep with your group members when you’re healing?”

“Wanting to and doing it are two very different things,” he corrected her as he waited at his own door.

She smirked, “you’re right. Still don’t think I can go back with you, however.”

“I’ll probably have a case tomorrow, they normally take me out of town for at least a week, but when I get back, can I see you?” he asked lightly.

“Knock on my door when you get back,” she said before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “See you.”

“Bye.”

They waved from their doors before departing, excited by something that felt better than drugs.

—

120 hours later there was a light knock at her door, she knows exactly how long it’s been because she’s been counting and looking out the door at every noise for the whole time he’s been gone. Waiting for him like a wife whose husband went off to war, not knowing when their next correspondence would be.

“Coming,” she called, stopping to fluff her hair and straighten her glasses before she opened the door.

“Spencer!”

“Hi,” he said softly.

She took a moment to look him over, a little in shock at what she saw. He was in a plain t-shirt and track pants, he had not one, but two black eyes, bandages on his brow bone and scrapes all along his arms.

“Are you okay?”

“You should see the other guy,” he giggled softly, rolling his eyes.

“Come in, let’s sit you down.” She worried, taking him by the elbow and helping him inside.

“I’m fine, really, I’m used to this.”

“Well I’m not,” she reminded him with a nervous pout, “am I allowed to ask about it or is it classified stuff?”

He sat on the couch and patted a seat beside himself so she would join him. He rested his arm against the back of the chair so that she could slide in beside him.

“Did you hear about the child abduction in Tampa?”

“Yeah? The two boys?”

“I was trying to talk the unsub down and he dropped the gun but he grabbed me as I turned him around and punched me in the face and we fell into the ditch and I luckily managed to flip over him and get his hands behind his back and cuffed faster than I ever have before.”

“You’re amazing,” she whispered.

He laughed, “if I really was, I would have waited for backup before talking to the guy.”

“I’ve always wanted to help other people get justice but not being able to go to school makes it hard to get a job doing anything meaningful,” she whispered, ashamed of the fact she wasn’t successful like most people her age.

“Our technical analyst was hired because she was an amazing hacker, they will hire anyone who is valuable.” He shrugs and watches her face light up at the idea.

“You know what, we have meetings all this week unless there’s an emergency, if you want I can show you around the office?” he offered. “It’s not illegal for you to pass by what I’m working on and notice something I missed.”

“Spencer, I don’t even know your last name and you’re inviting me to your government job? When just last week you asked, not so jokingly, if I was a secret agent trying to kill you and that you’ve been kidnapped before?”

“Doctor Spencer Reid, and what can I say?” he said shyly, “I’m trying to find excuses to see you smile all the time.”

She placed her hand on his cheek, the tips of her fingers lightly resting on his purple and yellow bruised eyes. She leaned in slowly and kissed him on the lips, so gently as if she’s afraid he’ll break or turn into a frog… he was too good to be true.

“You can see me whenever you want, Doctor Spencer Reid…”

He kissed her again, letting his hands roam her back and she trailed her free hand down his chest. She pulled back slightly to throw a leg over him carefully and sit in his lap. Holding his face in her hands now, she peppered kisses over his bruised face.

She stopped to look at him, still holding his face in her hands as his hands now rested on her hips. “I really like you, Spencer.”

“Really?”

She looks at him carefully, analyzing his response and seeing the hurt that rested deep inside of him, “I take it you’re like me?”

“What does that mean?”

“You try to not get too involved with people because no one has ever shown you true genuine interest or love, and you never think you’ll find it anyway so you push away all small acts of kindness, thinking it’s friendly because then you can’t get your hope up, just to have that person drop them?” she explained herself in a whisper.

He nodded, “you get it.”

She kissed his lips again, and then over his cheek and up to his ear, “I do.”

He looked extra sad when she pulled away, she just held his face gently as she mirrored his puppy dog eyes. Communicating with their eyes, she knew he was okay and he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so she smiled.

“Want to watch a movie?” She asks softly.

He nods, looking behind her to see she doesn’t have a tv in the living room. “How?”

“In my room, the TV is on my dresser if you don’t mind sitting in my bed?”

He shakes his head in a simple no, picking her up and taking her to her room. He knew where it was purely because her apartment was just his but backwards. She laughs, holding onto him tight as she rests her head on his shoulder.

He sets her down gently, watching her move up to the headboard and wait for him. They got under the blankets and she found the remote in the sheet before she cuddled into him.

“You’re really cuddly,” she complimented him as he wrapped an arm around her and held her close. He kissed the top of her head as a thank you.

“I think I’m going to end up falling in love with you, Spencer Reid,” she whispers the words, afraid of them more than his response.

“I beat you to it,” he whispers right back.

She shoots up, turning to look at him with surprise. “How?”

He looks at her like she grew two heads, “what do you mean how?”

“How did you fall in love with me? You don’t even know me?” She’s so confused, no one has ever loved her before and it’s a lot to take in.

“Y/N…” his face drops, his heart physically breaks in front of her. “I don’t know you, you're right. Not all of you, at least. I’m sure you have your hidden doors and locked cupboards but from the outside, I see you’re so beautiful, you’re radiant… your mind is lovely. You’re so kind, you’re so brave, you’re everything I wish I could be as charismatically as you are.”

She’s just swallowing over and over as she shakes her head and breathes through her nose, processing it. She’s breathing deeply then, staring off and she feels like she’s having a new kind of panic attack. A happier one, somehow?

“I don’t like myself, but if you like me I guess I must be pretty nice,” she smiles, accepting his praise and believing him. “Yeah. Thank you, Spencer.”

He smiles then, it’s cute and press-lipped and she swears he almost has dimples. His eyes are like honey and his lips are like roses. She leans in, kissing him and reaching a hand back to cup the nape of his neck.

He doesn’t know it, but he’s the first person she’s kissed in a few years. They’re soft, peck after peck as they hold each other softly, eyes open as they watch each other experience the happiness of finding someone good, finally.

“I uh, I wanted to tell you I’m almost exactly everything you described yourself as in the meeting,” he whispers against her lips, the air touching her skin gently as she absorbs the words.

“What part? My diagnosis or my self-hatred?” She smiles, okay with either really.

“Almost both, I’m pretty hard to be around.”

She shakes her head, “I invited you in for a movie, not a pity party. You can tell me everything you hate right now and then we should just share the good parts okay? Brag about yourself. Tell me what you’re proud of.”

She was really serious, keeping a stern look on her face as she spoke. He nodded, “I’m anxious all the time, I’m always worried because I’ve never had anyone to worry about me. I don’t know how to be a real person really, all I do is drink coffee and solve crimes and I barely sleep. And the only time I was relaxed and okay is when I was on drugs.”

She nodded, “it fucking sucks, doesn’t it? Like why did we get stuck like this, I don't care about peaking in high school but didn’t we deserve some kind of love and support? I’ve never understood if souls and shit are real, why did mine pick this terrible meat suit and awful traumatic path?”

She’s crying because she’s angry and because she’s never said it to anyone before. He cries because she understands. She truly knows.

“I love you,” he announces. “Just because of that.”

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edendaphne · 3 years

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“Discordant Sonata” Chapter 21

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CHAPTER 21: IMPROVVISANDO

Music glossary: Improvvisando: with improvisation

Glossary: Wǎnshàng hǎo : Good evening Shīfù : Teacher/Master

(Mood music: Night of Beijing - Jia Peng Fang)

That evening

Marinette fidgeted with her napkin, occasionally sipping her now-lukewarm tea while sitting at the kitchen bar counter. Chat Noir sat on the stool beside her in silence, also nursing a half-emptied cup. She checked the clock for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the last few minutes.

“It’s about that time. I’ll head up to my room to let Ladybug inside. Will you get the door if your visitor arrives before she does?”

“Sure,” he replied, uneasy but compliant, doing his best to avoid staring at the black eye she’d received earlier that day.

Marinette set her cup in the sink and headed upstairs, leaving Chat alone with his thoughts.

He tried to keep his fast-beating heart in check, subconsciously clenching his jaw. It was finally happening. He was going to meet “him”: The Guardian of the Miraculous.

Following the events at school earlier that day, Adrien had walked Marinette to her house, where her family invited him to stay for a cup of tea until his “ride” arrived to pick him up. Of course, he’d eagerly accepted. It was nice to interact with the family as Adrien instead of just as Chat Noir.

After leaving, he hid away and transformed so he could sneak in through Marinette’s balcony as he usually did.

Upon transforming, however, he found a series of voice mails from Ladybug that she’d left during Adrien’s attempted abduction. Her voice was frantic. He could hear the urgency and distress in her tone, and a heavy blanket of guilt settled onto his shoulders as he listened.

The first message asked him to come to their school, that it was an emergency, to please call her back as soon as possible. He chewed on his lip, wanting nothing more than to hide away in a cave in shame.

The second one must have been left right after she’d rescued Adrien and left him at the school nurse; she’d called to let Chat know the incident had passed. Then she asked if he was okay, since she hadn’t heard back from him. He sighed. Typical Ladybug, always worrying and thinking about others first, even when she was having a rough time.

The last voicemail caused a trail of ice to trickle down his spine as he listened. Ladybug informed him that she had scheduled an impromptu meeting with the Guardian at the Dupain-Cheng’s house that evening, with Marinette’s permission, and that it was of utmost importance that he attend.

He shivered as goosebumps appeared on his arms and he swallowed hard. What was the purpose of this meeting? Was he in trouble for not showing up today during ‘Adrien’s’ kidnapping? And why meet here, at the Dupain home, instead of somewhere more private and away from civilians? What was the Guardian like? Would Chat get reprimanded and treated with disdain for having been their enemy for all these years, or would he be understanding and forgiving?

More importantly, would he have to disclose his identity to him, or to both him and Ladybug, to prove his loyalty? He winced at the mere thought of it. The last thing he wanted was for Ladybug to think less of him, or to pity him. Especially after the kidnapping attempt.

Additionally, if they were to learn that Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste, would they want to confront him head-on? Adrien didn’t feel ready for that, for several reasons.

First of all, would he be able to protect Ladybug, as he’d promised her? Hawkmoth had shown that he’d developed some sort of new power. Either that, or an entirely different person had become involved and was helping him. In any case, he didn’t know what exactly they were dealing with anymore.

Secondly, if the time came and he had to hurt or even kill his father, he didn’t know if he’d be able to do it. Yes, Gabriel was a monster and Adrien despised what he had become. But what if the damage was reversible and there was still a way to bring him back to normal? He just had to know, before doing something he might permanently regret.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell startled Chat out of his thoughts and he practically fell off his seat.

He ran to answer the front door, looking to make sure no one else was around. At the last second, he remembered to detransform and slip on the hood of his zip-up sweater (the one Marinette had gifted him), pulling a scarf over his nose and mouth so he wouldn’t be recognized if anyone outside were to catch a glimpse of him.

He looked out through the peephole, only to see the very top of someone’s head, balding with grey hair, and a little bit of their eyebrows.

Huh. Somehow Adrien thought the Guardian would be a bit… taller?

He turned the knob and the door opened, its squeaking hinges somehow louder than usual. Peeking out from the side like a scared tortoise, he checked to make sure the individual matched the description he was given, then stepped back to allow the door to swing open all the way. The older man stepped inside, closing it behind him.

“Hello,” Adrien said meekly, bowing his head slightly. “You must be…”

“Yes. I am Wang Fu,” he replied, bowing politely in greeting. “It is very good to see you again, Adrien Agreste.”

While Adrien’s face scarf efficiently concealed the way his jaw dropped when the elder man called him by name, there was no hiding the way his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“W- what?!” he sputtered. “How did you—”

The man called Fu chuckled, stroking his beard. “It was a long time ago, but we’ve met before.”

Adrien lowered his scarf and frowned in concentration, falling silent for a few seconds. Then it dawned on him.

“YOU!!” he gaped. “I do remember you! It was my first day of lycée! You fell down in front of our school and I helped you up. It was you who put the cat miraculous in my bag that day, wasn’t it?”

“That is correct,” Fu confirmed.

“But why me? You could’ve picked anyone, so why did you choose someone like me?”

Fu’s smile faltered when he said this. Adrien had said “anyone”, but he could see that Fu knew what he’d actually meant. Why did you choose someone as broken as me?

The man folded his arms behind him, considering his answer. “Guardians are bestowed with several powers and abilities. One of them is to locate and select good candidates for the miraculous jewels. And so I was led to you.”

Chat grimaced in confusion. “So if you already knew it was me, why bother to ‘test’ me?”

“My powers as a guardian may lead me to a potential candidate, but ultimately the choice is still mine to make. It was a simple test, but it showed me what your first instinct would be if you saw someone in need. The answer I received was satisfactory. You were meant to be Ladybug’s Chat Noir.”

Adrien sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Honestly, a couple of months ago I wouldn’t have known whether to hug you because I got to become Chat Noir, or whether to punch you because I had to become Chat Noir. But it’s because of you that I got to meet Ladybug, so I am grateful to you for that. It’s good to finally meet you. Officially.”

He extended his hand and Fu took it with a smile, giving it a firm shake.

Afterwards, Adrien’s gaze fell, brows scrunching together. “I can’t believe it. All this time, you knew. You could’ve told Ladybug who I was years ago. She could have figured out a way to take away my miraculous while I wasn’t transformed, like at school, and she would’ve had one less enemy to deal with. It would’ve––” he pursed his lips, expression full of shame, and he lifted his eyes to meet Fu’s once again, “–it would’ve made it easier for her. She would’ve suffered less if I’d been out of the picture. So why didn’t you?”

Fu’s countenance became somber, his eyes carrying years of pain and regret. He took a few moments to consider his words. “When I was a boy, barely a teenager, something terrible happened. Hundreds of innocent people died, and it was all because of me.”

Chat almost reeled back as if he’d been smacked across the face, puzzled about the sudden switch in topic. He remembered Ladybug briefly mentioning this a few months ago, on the night they danced together. He waited for Fu to elaborate.

“I was only trying to protect them,” the older man explained. “After I was orphaned as a child, the monks of the Guardian Temple took me in. They became my family. They were stern, but fair and kind. It was a tough childhood, but I was happy.” He sighed. “However, there were those who would try to steal the miraculous and use their power selfishly. It was an endless struggle. Many were lost over the years. I longed for peace. I wanted my family to be safe, I wanted us to be left alone. So I did what I thought would be a better route, an easier one; one with less hardship and bloodshed. You see, one day while I was supposed to be on guard duty, I sneaked away to where the miraculous box was kept. I put on both the ladybug and cat miraculouses and used them to make a wish: I wished that our enemies would disappear.”

The older man exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut, the memories of what came next clearly still haunting him. Adrien couldn’t help but hold his breath while he listened.

“It worked,” Fu resumed, voice quiet and slightly shaky. “But as you might have suspected, there is always a price to pay; a balance that must be maintained. Therefore, because of my wish, all the monks in our Guardian temple and the innocent people of the surrounding village were ripped away from me, along with our enemies. The wish was technically fulfilled, but I never suspected that the cost would be that high. I have had to live with that in my conscience for over a hundred years.”

He clasped his hands behind his back, appearing more vulnerable than Adrien would have ever expected. He continued, “Since that time, I have both seen and caused much death in my lifetime, protecting the miraculous box alone as the last Guardian. So, you see, if there was even one person I could save, I had to try. I wanted to trust in the miraculouses, like I should have decades ago, during my misguided attempt to control the outcome of a complicated situation.”

Adrien absently rubbed his arm, pondering Fu’s words. “Looking back,” he began, “I can see the reasoning behind a lot of Ladybug’s decisions and principles, now that I know your story.”

“Indeed. Ladybug is a remarkable young lady; I knew that even back then. When I would ask her if she was willing to risk her life for the sake of a stranger, she would say yes, every single time. If anyone can persevere for the greater good, it was her. Was it unfair of me? Probably. Have I asked too much from her? Absolutely. Have I made mistakes while trying to guide her? Yes. Many of them.” He put his hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “I wanted to save you that day by giving you the cat miraculous. But I never would have guessed that it would also doom you and force you into a role of servitude. I hope that you will forgive me for this.”

Adrien’s heart pained for Fu as he admitted his guilt. “You couldn’t have known it would’ve turned out that way. It wasn’t your fault,” he insisted.

Fu shrugged. “I try to tell myself that, but I can’t quite convince myself. The situation made sense once Ladybug told me about Hawkmoth.”

“You mean, when she told you that Hawkmoth was my father?” Adrien asked.

“Yes,” Fu replied. “I had my suspicions, because it would explain your motivations, but I had no proof, no way of finding out for sure. It made sense that Hawkmoth would be Gabriel Agreste. The butterfly miraculous requires its wielder to be creative and inventive, since it relies on their ability to convert the subject’s emotions into a source of power. And he had the motivation.”

Adrien hummed in agreement.

“Additionally, such a clever and talented individual getting ahold of the cat miraculous would be incredibly dangerous. I’d be lying if I said I had never considered taking your miraculous away. But even still, it was safer to let it all play out. I didn’t want to repeat past mistakes. And if Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste, your fate if you were to lose the cat miraculous would have been disastrous. Maybe it would have even alerted him about the presence of a Guardian in Paris. But now that we know the truth, we can plan accordingly.”

Adrien gulped. So Fu had considered taking his miraculous away before. “A-are you going to tell Ladybug who I am?”

Fu shook his head. “It is not up to me to decide when it will be right for there to be no more secrets between you two. I only know that it is not yet time.”

Adrien curiously tilted his head, brows furrowed in confusion. “How do you know that?”

As Fu started to answer, Adrien heard a doorknob twist open behind him and he quickly pulled his scarf back over his features.

The door opened and Ladybug’s voice exclaimed, “There you are! What are you two doing out here in the entryway?”

Adrien cleared his throat, then stammered, “R-right, pardon my manners. Please, come in.”

Fu walked past him, entering the living area. He took Ladybug’s hands between his, shaking them briefly, and said, “Wǎnshàng hǎo, Ladybug.”

With a small bow, Ladybug replied, “Wǎnshàng hǎo, shīfù. Thank you for coming at such short notice. Please, have a seat.”

Chat entered the room, having transformed now, and stepped forward to greet her.

He stopped short, realizing that he wasn’t quite sure how to greet her since last night’s development in their relationship, not to mention being very conscious of the Guardian watching them. He settled for a hug, which she returned, squeezing him tightly, and added a quick, discreet peck on his cheek. He smiled, feeling his face heat up.

Pleasantries aside and everyone seated, it was Ladybug who spoke first.

“Thank you both for being here. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

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A transformed Wang Fu stood at the bedroom window, curtains drawn, chanting in a language that neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir understood, holding the last of several metallic talismans he’d blessed and scattered around the room. The pair kept their eyes on him, marveling at the efficiency and care that he put into each incantation. There was something sacred, even holy about this ritual. They could feel powerful magic emanating from his form, invisible bursts of energy swirling about the room, dancing all around them in a silent symphony.

Ladybug cast a furtive glance at her partner. He’d been quiet for a little while, after learning about his attempted akumatization the night before. Ladybug had told him that it was Marinette who let her know, and that Plagg was the one who had informed her.

She’d called Master Fu before going to school to let him know what happened last night, and he promised he would figure out a solution. He’d spent all day preparing these special talismans, which would ward off akumas and keep them from entering this room. But only this room. He wasn’t strong enough to cast such a potent, long-term spell over a larger area; especially not at his age.

Fu, or rather, Jade Turtle, was silent for a few moments after placing the last charm, a silver one with indecipherable symbols carved into it, then turned around to face the couple.

“The talismans are almost done being enchanted,” he said, pretty out of breath, beads of sweat present on his brow. “There is one more thing that needs to be done. But I think I’ll need your help for this, Ladybug.”

Ladybug stepped forward in response. “Sure, Master. What is it?”

“I would do it myself, but, well… let’s just say I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“Of course Master, anything you need. Just tell me what to do.”

Fu removed his bracelet, the turtle miraculous, and turned back to his civilian self, then handed the jewelry to her. His kwami, Wayzz, floated next to them awaiting instruction.

“If you could transform with my miraculous to finish the protection spell, I’d very much appreciate it. I’ll show you what to do when you’re ready.”

The young woman gaped at him, having never transformed into any hero other than Ladybug before.

“Oh! R-really?? S-sure! No problem...” She took the bracelet hesitantly, studying it like she’d never seen it before, then excused herself to the ensuite for privacy.

In the bathroom, Ladybug detransformed and removed her earrings, handing them to Tikki for safekeeping. She put on the emerald stone bracelet, staring at it as if it might try to crawl away from her if she wasn’t careful enough.

She squeezed her eyes shut in preparation. “Wayzz, shell on.”

Jade green light shone around the bathroom, and Marinette felt the magic of the turtle miraculous engulf her form. When it passed, she gulped and opened her eyes, lifting them to the mirror to catch a glimpse of her newly transformed self.

“Whoa.”

The heroine stared at her reflection across the way. She ran her fingers over the various bits of fabric and armor, taking the time to appreciate the feel and texture. Somehow, she felt quite powerful. Tough. Solid. Almost like a sentient brick wall.

“Wow, Marinette! You look incredible!” Tikki whispered to her.

“Aww, thank you Tikki,” she replied. “It feels so different, but it’s also really cool.”

Sparing one last glance into the mirror, she finally emerged from the bathroom. Fu was seated at the desk chair across the room, taking a short breather. Chat was speaking to him in hushed tones, but turned around when he heard her re-enter the bedroom.

His jaw dropped and he gasped.

“Oh my God, you’re adorable!” Chat blurted out. He caught himself and turned tomato red, then stuttered, “Umm! S-sorry, I––”

Ladybug (Lady...turtle??) giggled, stepping forward to stand beside him once again. “Thanks,” she replied shyly, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear as she usually did when she was nervous, but her hand bumped into her suit’s hood instead. Not quite sure what to do with her hands, she folded them in front of her as she awaited further instruction.

Tikki flew in front of Master Fu, bowing her head in greeting. “It’s good to see you again, Master!”

“Likewise. I hope you are doing well,” he greeted back.

Tikki flew over to Chat Noir, to say hello to him as well. “Hello, Chat Noir! It’s nice to formally meet you,” she chirped happily.

Chat beamed and answered, “Tikki, right? It’s great to finally meet you too! I must admit, you look a little different than I thought you would.”

Tikki giggled. “Did you think I’d be more insect-like? Maybe with six legs and an exoskeleton?”

Chat shrugged timidly. “Well, I mean… Maybe…?” ‘Ladybug’ and Tikki looked at each other and snickered at his reply.

Fu smiled at their interactions fondly, recalling times spent with loved ones, allies no longer here. With a small grunt, he stood up to continue the protection ritual.

“This way, Ladybug. Chat Noir and Tikki, please stand over there; we’ll need a bit of space for this. You might feel a bit tired once this is finished, so be sure to get plenty of rest tonight,” he instructed.

Tikki perched on Chat’s shoulder as he moved towards the edge of the room. They spoke in hushed voices as Fu instructed Ladybug and had her repeat phrases from his notes.

While they waited, Chat turned to Tikki and whispered, “By the way, I wanted to thank you... for helping Ladybug and keeping safe all these years. She means a lot to me.”

If kwamis could blush, Chat was sure that’s what Tikki’s face showed at the moment. “It’s been a pleasure to be her kwami. She’s the best! I’m glad you’ve gotten to know her and see what a sweet person she is.”

Chat smiled, cheeks dusted pink. “I am too.”

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Many minutes passed, and Ladybug and Fu finished casting the protection ward. Chat helped Fu gather his things as Ladybug excused herself to transform back to her regular hero self.

As she re-emerged from the bathroom, Chat handed her a glass of water and invited her to sit on the bed so she could catch her breath and gather back some of her energy. “Welcome back, Lily-bug,” he greeted her with a wink. Ladybug beamed at him, accepting the water and taking a seat next to him.

Fu stood beside them, having finished gathering his belongings in a satchel. As he gave Ladybug time to rest, he asked, “Do either of you have any questions about the protection ritual, or about anything else?”

Ladybug replied, “I actually do have some questions, sir.”

Fu nodded.

“Master... why did Hawkmoth attempt to akumatize Chat Noir last night? If he’s tried it before, why did he not succeed during other nights?” Ladybug’s questions came faster once she got started. “Since he tried to akumatized Chat, does that mean he knows where he lives now? Is Chat even safe here anymore? What about the Dupains? Are they gonna be okay? How much does Hawkmoth know?”

Chat looked at Fu expectantly, realizing that he, too, had those same questions.

Fu replied, “The owner of the butterfly miraculous sends out his butterflies in search of a specific strong emotion, but is not aware of their location until after the host accepts it. He is able to learn some vague details about why they are feeling that certain emotion. My guess is that he was able to locate him while he was having a nightmare. So, no. He does not know that Chat Noir lives here. His powers have limitations, just like you do with yours. He is more powerful since he is older and more experienced, but even he can’t overextend the capabilities of his miraculous.”

He paused, stroking his beard, and contemplated. Then he asked, “Did something happen last night to make your emotions different from what they normally are?”

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other, blushing furiously, stammering as they attempted to answer without divulging too much unnecessary information.

Fu raised an eyebrow, then chuckled knowingly, raising his hands to stop them. “It’s okay, I don’t need to know the details.”

“Umm! I-it’s not what you think!”

“M-master, don’t misunderstand–”

“Y-you see–”

“What happened was…”

“My guess is–” Fu interrupted, “–That Hawkmoth sensed your great joy last night, and became enraged. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being happy because it would mean that he is in the wrong, and his pride won’t allow him to accept that.”

Chat and Ladybug fell silent, looking downcast, as the explanation both made sense yet was immensely disheartening.

“There’s something else, Master,” Ladybug spoke again. “Something happened at school today. Akumas, but they vanished without a trace. I mentioned it to you earlier today over the phone. Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“Ah, yes. And all that remained was two white feathers?” Fu asked.

“That’s right. Could the akumas still be out there because they haven’t been purified?”

Fu shook his head. “Allow me to explain. Firstly, as Ladybug already knows, two of the miraculouses in my box went missing when the temple of the guardians was destroyed: the butterfly and the peacock. One of them fell into Hawkmoth’s hands sometime within the last few years. But after hearing about what happened at the school today, we can now confirm that Hawkmoth is currently in possession of not just one, but of both of them. Either that, or he has someone else working under him.”

“The Peacock… of course!” Ladybug gasped, voice filled with dread.

Chat looked at her, then back at Fu, waiting for him to elaborate.

“The Guardian’s Grimoire calls them ‘sentimonsters’, mystical beings created out of thin air using the peacock miraculous, which harnesses the power of emotions. They can be created and destroyed whenever the wielder desires. Usually they are simple creatures, designed to be helpers or perform smaller tasks. However, they can also be more sophisticated, even indistinguishable from other humans, although an enormous amount of energy is required to create these complex sentimonsters. One can even ‘borrow’ the appearance of an already existing person. In this case, Hawkmoth chose not to give the sentimonsters the ability to speak, so they couldn’t divulge their secrets, in the event that they were caught.”

Ladybug shuddered. “What the hell?! That is so creepy.”

“Indeed.” Fu looked over at Chat, who had remained pensive throughout this exchange. “Any thoughts, Chat Noir?”

Chat looked up at him, trying to figure out how to phrase what he wanted to say. “I… I think I remember seeing the peacock miraculous in my father’s safe once. I only caught a glimpse of it; I just thought it was some of my mom’s jewelry he kept as a memento. I had no idea it was a miraculous. Otherwise, I would’ve had Plagg help me break into the safe and taken it with me when I ran away from home. There are so many things my father never told me… I’m sorry I don’t know more.”

Ladybug reached out to hold his hand, giving it a small squeeze, which he returned.

“You’ve done more than you know, believe me,” Fu replied as he unconsciously squeezed his satchel, which contained the electronic tablet where his copy of the Grimoire was stored.

He stuck his hand in his pocket and stepped forward, handing Chat Noir a card with his cell phone number.

“Call me if you have any questions, either of you. Even if it’s the middle of the night. Wayzz will make sure I hear my phone if it rings; he’s a much lighter sleeper than I am.”

“Thank you, Master Fu,” replied Chat, smiling. “And thank you too, Wayzz.”

“Thanks, Wayzz. Thank you, Master.” said Ladybug.

“Also, I must remind you once again that your identities must remain a secret until things settle down. There are negative effects that could happen if you are revealed too soon, and I’m not sure what they could be; but it’s best not to find out.”

Ladybug frowned. “But when will that be, Master? It would be so much easier to be able to communicate without having to transform.”

Fu shrugged helplessly. “I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that. We must allow things to continue to develop on their own. I'm sure we’ll know when the time is right.”

Ladybug let out a displeased sigh. Chat nodded, glancing away with a worried look in his eyes. Despite Ladybug’s eagerness (and despite his own curiosity), waiting suited him just fine for now.

After saying their goodbyes, Fu left the pair behind and let himself out with a final wave. The two heroes remained in the bedroom, contemplating what had been discussed.

After sitting in silence for a few moments, unsure of what to say next, a lightbulb seemed to light up inside Ladybug’s brain, and she began typing away into her yo-yo communicator. Chat watched curiously, wondering what she was up to.

Moments later, she hopped out of the bed to jot something down onto a sticky note from Chat’s desk, then walked back.

“Just because we can’t tell each other who we are doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to contact each other when we’re not transformed. Kwamis aren’t pagers, after all.”

“Pagers? What decade is this, anyway?” Chat razzed.

“Hush, you,” she mock scolded him, suppressing a smile. “ Anyway! Here’s my brand new, Chat Noir-exclusive email address,” she said, handing him the note with a wink.

Chat’s eyes lit up. “Wait, really??” He unfolded the paper as if it was a Christmas present, excited to read the contents. His eyes widened and he burst out laughing.

“ ‘[email protected]’ ?!”

“What, you don't think I’m great?” she teased, striking an exaggerated, Chat Noir-style pose.

Chat’s snickering only intensified and he nodded. “Oh, for sure! The greatest!” he agreed.

Ladybug smirked. “I made it just now,” she explained. “So you’re the only one who knows about it. We may not be able to hang out in person yet, but I’d still like to talk to you during the day. Plus, it’ll come in handy for emergencies.”

“Buginette you’re a genius!”

Ladybug giggled, feeling her face warm up despite herself. “M-maybe we can message each other when you have some free time? I mean… now that you don’t have to worry about getting akumatized in your own room anymore. Your bedroom’s pretty much the safest place in Paris now, thanks to Master Fu.”

“And thanks to you, as well, my dear ‘Lily-bug’,” Chat reached up to take her hand, gently pulling her down to sit next to him. “I feel much better already. And knowing I can talk to you anytime makes me feel even safer.”

She scooted closer, setting her head down on his shoulder. “Y-you know… you make me feel safe too, Kitty.”

Chat’s insides twisted into pleasant little knots, suddenly feeling rather warm. “Really?”

He felt her smile as her hand squeezed his arm, her other one sneaking across their laps to wrap her fingers around his own. “Yeah. I know we’ve only been allies for a short time, but I’ve already lost count of all the times you’ve saved me or sacrificed yourself to help others. Our partnership grows stronger every day, and I think Hawkmoth knows it. He knows we’re stronger together. And it’s only a matter of time until we can be together without these masks too, I just know it.”

He turned towards her, putting his fingers under her chin and lifting her head to have her look up at him. Their eyes met, her pupils dilating as they focused on his own, and he could see a bright blush blooming on her cheeks.

“Me too,” he whispered, as he brought their lips together.

She blissfully melted into him, letting out a small noise of contentment. She deepened the kiss, reaching behind his head to caress his hair with her slender fingers. Their kisses and breaths mingled together and they lost track of everything else around them.

A little while later, they faintly heard the grandfather clock striking the hour in the living room, then some noises as the Dupains shuffled upstairs from the bakery to get ready for bed.

Ladybug pulled back and they separated, his lips still tingling from her touch.

“I… I should probably get going soon,” she lamented with a small shrug. “It’s starting to get late.”

“Would you like me to walk you home? Or rather, to somewhere around your neighborhood?”

She shook her head. “That’s not necessary. Besides, I’m closer than you might think,” she added a bit cryptically.

“I wish you could stay,” he said softly, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. He gave her nose a tiny smooch. “Just a teeeeensy bit more?” he begged, giving her the best kitten eyes he could muster.

Ladybug giggled shyly, cheeks still dusted with pink. She gave his own nose a peck, her lips soft and inviting. “Well… I guess I could stay just a little bit longer,” she said with a smirk.

“Purr- fect,” he said, capturing her lips once again.

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Note:

Many of the events in the “Volpina” and “Collector” episodes happened in this AU, albeit heavily modified to suit the story. Adrien found the grimoire in his father’s safe, took it out to study it, and Lila stole it. Since Adrien didn’t act impressed about Lila knowing Ladybug, she didn’t magnify the lie and claim to be Ladybug’s best friend; therefore, Ladybug never showed up to call her out on her lie, and Lila was never akumatized.

However, Tikki did see the book in the dumpster and retrieved it, and Marinette showed it to Master Fu. After Gabriel discovered the book was missing and pulled Adrien out of school, Fu made a copy so that Marinette could return it to Gabriel, and Adrien was allowed to attend school again. Currently, Adrien has no idea that this is how Fu acquired his grimoire; he merely assumes that Fu has always had his own copy.

Of course, Marinette began to suspect that Gabriel might be Hawkmoth because he owned the grimoire. Gabriel akumatized himself into the Collector in order to avoid suspicion, and with Chat’s help, almost succeeded in obtaining the ladybug miraculous. Ultimately, Ladybug outsmarted him, got him to accidentally “collect” Chat, and succeeded in purifying his akuma. But by then, Gabriel had “proven” he was an innocent civilian and Ladybug dismissed his potential involvement as Hawkmoth.

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P.S. Another note: Certain things that are similar but not identical to canon have been in my outline since the beginning, so I apologize if they're a little confusing (such as the protection talismans being similar to Ladybug's akuma victims' lucky charms or the destruction/disappearance of the Guardian Temple)

#Miraculous Ladybug #Ladynoir #Enemies AU #enemies to lovers #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Ladybug #fanfiction #Discordant Sonata #ML AU #aged up #Eden writes

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dangerouslyallaboutdraco · 3 years

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Late night talks

A/n: Post battle of Hogwarts but still 7th year Draco. Mainly fluff with implied sex

"I want to go outside." Draco sighed as he rolled over for the 9th time that night. It had been a few weeks since the couple stopped having the nightmares the war left them with, but now Draco was falling into a pattern of insomnia. He was very resistant to the idea of falling asleep and kept his loving girlfriend up for hours at night.

Not that she minded in the slightest. Seeing him all cozy and relaxed in his pyjamas was all she could think about during the battle, it was the only thing that kept her going.

"Please, Y/n." He begged once more. While she couldn't see his face in the dark bedroom, she could easily imagine his pouting.

"Why not?" The girl in bed next to him agreed as she slipped the covers off her body. Draco pulled the covers off his half of the bed and jumped out. "Can you grab me a sweatshirt?" She asked as she put on some shoes.

The overnight temperature wasn't low in summer, but she wanted to make sure she didn't catch a cold. Y/n had been staying with the Malfoy's since the battle, although Narcissa and Lucius spent a lot of time away doing volunteer work. They were still riddled with guilt which left the younger couple alone most of the summer.

Draco threw her a 'Slytherin Quidditch team' crewneck sweater from his closet. She slipped it on over her pyjama top. Draco was so much bigger than her that it hung until her mid-thigh. He admired how much the green knit suited her, even more than him.

"Let's go then, Dray." She told him, holding out her hand for him to take. He laced his fingers around hers and squeezed. It was something he had been doing since they started dating in 5th year.

They walked to the patio door and finally outside. The full moon made the garden brighter than normal and their shadows danced on the grass. Once they'd walked around for a few minutes, Draco took a seat on the grass. Thankfully it wasn't wet so Y/n sat next to him.

"Do you see that one?" Draco asked as he tried to draw a constellation. He continued when she nodded. "That's Draco." He was beaming with pride for his namesake.

Y/n rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. Draco wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her into his warm body. "It's almost as pretty as you." She told him. It was no secret that he was very good-looking.

He grinned as she ran her hand through his blonde locks. They sat together in silence as they watched the sky.

"Do you ever think you want kids?" Draco finally spoke. Her attention flicked back to his strong jawline and warm eyes. She recognised the blush on his cheeks she hadn't seen in a while.

When she finally spoke it was soft. "Yeah, with you." It was something she was sure of. Something she had been sure of since the first time he told her he loved her.

His face instantly lit up. "There's nothing I want more than a family with you." He agreed.

"Would you want to carry on the family tradition?" She asked him. He thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Got any ideas?"

He thought about that question for a moment as well. "Eltanin is the brightest star in the Draco constellation, I like that."

"It's pretty," Y/n commented.

"I do have more," Draco said. She nuzzled further into his arm, encouraging him to continue. "Scorpius has been my favourite for a long time. It's the name of the Scorpio constellation. Or Leo for a boy." Y/n nodded and urged him to continue. Listening to him talk about their future made her ecstatic. "Estella isn't a constellation but it means 'star.' Phoenix is another constellation that sounds pretty." He listed off a few more before stopping. "I don't want it to all be about my family though, do you have any thoughts?" He asked her.

Y/n smiled at the caring boy before answering. "Ophelia. It's not a star but it's a moon of Uranus." She replied.

"Have you done some research, sweet girl?" He asked, making her blush bright red.

"Yes." She sheepishly admitted. "I've known I've wanted this for a while."

Draco beamed at her confession. "You're so perfect." He told her before leaning down to touch their lips together.

She pulled away before continuing to talk. "Venus is nice, again it's a planet but it's also a God. I like Ascella, it's the brightest star in Saggitarius." Draco started giggling causing Y/n to frown. "What?" She insisted.

"With all these ideas we're going to have to have, like, 7 kids." He explained.

"8." Y/n corrected him.

Draco playfully scoffed at her. "I'm not the one who has to actually have them." He reminded her.

"True, but you are the one who's going to have to be up with them at night." Y/n reminded him, causing both of them to burst into a fit of giggles. "And get me whatever I'm craving, muggle or not." She added.

Draco pretended to think about it before nodding. "Deal." He held out his hand for her to shake.

She shook it before putting her lips back on his. Draco deepened the kiss quickly.

"Wanna get some practice in now?" Y/n asked as she swung her leg over his waist.

Instead of his usual eagerness, Draco shook his head. When she frowned he explained. "I've got to at least ask you to marry me first."

Y/n grinned, widely, only inches from his lips. How someone could be so kind and handsome was beyond her. "I'd say yes if you asked right now." She told him.

"Not going to do it out here when you're trying to seduce me." He teased lovingly.

She scoffed and hopped off his lap, standing up. "Fine, I'm going back to your bedroom, alone." She grinned at him, knowing it would quickly get him excited up.

Y/n was right, Draco got up off the grass and pulled her into him. She wiggled out of his grip and started running back to the manor. Draco let her get a few seconds headstart before running after her.

"I'm going to get you!" He yelled as he reached the patio door, now only a few steps behind her. She just laughed back at him as she ran upstairs while he locked the door.

Once he reached her room she was nowhere to be found. "Y/n, I know you're in here." He sang as he walked around the room.

The bulge in the curtains went unnoticed until she jumped out at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Effortlessly he spun around the room with her latched onto him.

"Hi." She murmured, only a few centimetres away from his lips.

"Hey, pretty girl," Draco replied. "Ready for that practice now?" He asked her.

As soon as she nodded he let her fall onto the bed before resuming his position on top of her. As he ran a finger through her hair he couldn't help but smile. "You're so beautiful."

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