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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 1 year

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May you do some rottmnt boys headcannons for how they would react if Draxum tells them that they were y/n pet turtle before he stole and mutated them

It feels weird to write this with a romantic relationship so Im going to make this plutonic.

Raph Leo Donnie and Mikey finding out there are the readers old pet.

🐢 Anime boy backstory 🐢

Before Draxum started the mutation process, before he got ahold of Splinter, he needed some actual test subjects. You where an average New Yorker, you went to school and had a part time job and even had some unique pets that you where very attached to.

A alligator snapping turtle, a softshell, a red eared slider and a little box turtle. Draxum took interest in you because of your pets. Huginn and Muninn where sent out to find the perfect animals to mutate, that's when you where targeted by him.

On your way home from a trip to the vet to check up on your little guys health you got jumped. There was no possible way to get out but you where not about to leave your pets. You tried to run but after being picked up by Draxum's vines you got thrown against a wall, passing out. When you woke up your beloved pets where gone.

Raphael

★ He was the one who tracked you down after Draxum told him he once was someone's pet. It was kinda awkward expanding everything to you but after introducing himself you immediately pulled him in for a hug.

★ He kinda gets protective of you. But not from other people! Just in general, you took care of him when he was small. It's only fair that he does the same for you.

★ You and Raph end up being the responsible ones in there little family. The difference between getting in trouble with You instead of Raph is that you always lecture them for at least an hour. Also you get to say stuff like "I raised you better than this."

★ You get invited to every family movie night and everyone fights over who gets to sit next to you because you always cuddle with the closest person. turtle?

Leonardo

★ The reaction he had was similar to the one in in the gif above ⬆️. Yes, he was a plane old turtle once but it took him by surprise when it came out that he was a pet.

★ He's a total lap dog towards you, and only you. There's no getting out of it. He'd walk up to you and plop himself down on your lap and look up. You always give in and give him shell stitches. It's not weird if it's from you, okay!

★ His brothers collectively agree that you are now basically his babysitter. He gets into a fair amount of trouble, imagen Raphael saying "if you don't stop I'm telling y/n!" Or being the one who now yells at him after making bad discussions instead of raph.

Donatello

★ Blank face before quietly saying "What?" He knew that he was just a regular softshell but surprisingly he never thought about where he came from before getting mutated.

★ He gives you random tests on your knowledge of softshell turtles. Like you could be folding laundry and he'd just say "what is the proper temperature for a softshell turtle enclosure?" He does this to try and figure out if you where a good pet owner. He's come to the conclusion that you where a pretty good pet owner.

★ He wonders about what could've happened if Draxum never stole him and his brothers from you. Things could've turned out way differently, the thought comes back to him every once I awhile.

★ You know things about him that nobody else knows, like where he likes to be pet on his shell. But he refused to believe you without any proof. He is only slightly embarrassed when you demonstrate for him.

Michelangelo

★ *New parent acquired* He got really excited and asked a ton of questions. Did you get him from a pet store? How much did he cost? Do you still have his old habit??? He needs to know theses things!

★ If you have any photos of him and is brothers as regular turtles he's going to ask for copy's. Don't tell anyone but he's working on a family album in his free time.

★ You are now his older sister figure, no you aren't getting out of it. He comes to you when he needs help or has a problem with something or someone. He says that he inherited your kindness even though it doesn't work that way.

★He lowkey love's it when you pamper him like he is still your pet turtle. Doesn't matter if he's a big guy now! He wants chin scratches and lap pillows. Also he makes Draxum apologize for what he did to you.

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m0nsterqzzz · 1 month

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alr ima rant and it's genuinely gonna make me sound crazy.

so when i was 13, my mom told me if i got in one more fight, she'd throw me out on the streets. (she uses that a lot. don't ask) anyway, me being me, i said, "DO IT! I DARE YOU!".

that night, i came up with a plan.

this is my thought process at 13:

pack a big but not to big bag with clothes and other necessities. If i leave at like 2am, I'll be far gone by the time anyone notices.

we lived in a small town, and i knew a lot of people, which meant I knew several highschoolers willing to sell me burner phones for cheap. I will get only important numbers. as much as it hurts, my siblings aren't part of that. destroy my old phone because they easily track that.

we have a Amtrak 25 minutes away. I'll bike there. I'm athletic, so i can get there fast and not be too tired. It doesn't cost extra to take my bike on, so I'll take that with me.

A ticket cost about 50 dollars just to get on the train according to my cousin, and it's possible to get one just to get on and then ride it until i run out of money.

you need verification of identity to get on, so show them your military id. thats government verification. They'll ask questions about your age, but unlike the airport, they allow people over 13 to get on without parents.

so thats that. I'll set aside a certain amount of money, and once I'm out of that, I'll get off the train. Hopefully I'll be a bit away.

im trans (known since i was 11) so i would just go by my boy name (current name) CJ and tell everyone I was a boy. I'd cute my hair, and everyone will know me as CJ. it'll be harder for people in my old life to find me.

Homeless shelters ask for verification and won't give you help if you don't tell them your info or your parents info, so they can't help.

a hotel is the same way, but a motel is a lot less stern.

my druggie aunt used to stay at this trashy cheap one near the freeway, and according to my mom, it was about 35 a night. That's at least a few nights I can stay, and during those times, I'll find work.

Obviously, since I'm young, nobody will hire me, epically without parents around.

So a babysitter, gardener, or pet sitter is the choice. One of those. I have two dogs at home (this was the hardest part of the plan. i didn't wanna leave them, but you cant bring dogs that aren't service animals onto the train and i couldn't even pretend they were) so I'm good with dogs, and I'm just naturally good with kids.

though it's unknow, these actually pay quite a lot. About enough to pay for one night at the motel after every job and food from dollar tree. no need to be fancy.

I may have to spend a few nights on the street, but I will sit in a 24 hour Dennys until they kick me out and then I'll sleep outside it. There is always people in that, so they can probably protect me. If not, I've been taking karate since I was 3. I can defend myself, and truly just pray all goes well.

a few years later, I'll be 16, and it'll be easier to get a better job to afford a better life (probably a little hard because of no school but it's fine). I'll still live in the motel, but at least I won't be surviving off scraps and garbage. At that point, I may have sold my bike for extra money. if not, that's how I'll get around.

then, at 18, I'll have been saving up money for a few years and will probably have enough to splurge on a fancier motel thats less dangerous. By then, people will have hopefully stopped looking for me, and I can live in peace.

Me now:

and did you think about taxes kid?

so in conclusion, I know we all had a time when we walked down the street with a suitcase and stuffed animal and said we were running away. this was mine.

#CJ rants #now realizing just how crazy i sound #please tell me someone else did this too.#please.#DO NOT TAKE THIS AS ADVICE.#I NEVER ACTUALLY DID IT #SO I DONT KNOW IF IT WORKS.#DONT RISK GETTING IN MUCH TROUBLE WITH THE LAW

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dine-on-nervine · 4 months

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Put an X by your confessions! 🧡

(like Steph: ***I'm going to bold mine.**** )

You're glad that this past year is over, to be honest. You hope that the new year is better than last year. You never make new year's resolutions. You make the same New Year's resolution(s) every year (seemingly) You can't even remember what your resolution from last year was. You achieved what you resolved to accomplish last year, and you're very proud of yourself for it. (call it half and half) You don't have any New Year's Eve plans this year. You've celebrated New Year's Eve in Times Square. You've never celebrated the new year in Times Square, but you want to someday. You honestly have no real desire to celebrate new year's in NYC, because you don't want to stand out in the cold for hours. (While I don't want to do that in NYC, I might want to do that in Seattle. I had the opportunity this year but didn't take it -- crowds and drunks -- and then found out I was missing nothing because there was a cloud bank over the Space Needle so even the people who were right there didn't see anything!) You will probably enter into the new year in your pajamas. (nah, we was nekkid!) You plan on drinking this New Year's Eve. 🥂 You don't think you've ever actually drank champagne. 🥂 You got drunk last New Year's. You plan to get drunk this New Year's. You have a drinking problem. You used to have a drinking problem, but you don't anymore. You like the taste of champagne. You don't like the taste of champagne. You honestly have no idea of what champagne even tastes like. Your new year's resolution is to love and obey God. Your New Year's resolution is to lose weight. Your New Year's resolution is to not have any enemies. (that seems to be their decision, not mine) Your New Year's resolution is to eat healthier. Your New Year's resolution is to love yourself more.

In the past year, you….. can think of a specific time when you felt jealous of someone. were sick all year. gained a lot of new followers on Instagram. (try Tumblr) traveled to a new place for the first time. had a baby. got married. got engaged. attended a funeral. attended a wedding. threw up. 🤮 ate at a new restaurant for the first time. kissed someone on the lips. 💋 pet a dog. 🐶 had a cat sit on your lap. 🐈 (this is what was missing!!) cried yourself to sleep at least once. 😭 cried when someone hurt you. 😭 lived your dreams and felt like you were flying. skipped a holiday that you normally celebrate. got a tattoo. (yes, the one I'd plotted for a decade!) got drunk. got high. gave your life to Christ. did something very daring. accidentally wore your shirt on backwards. did something extremely embarrassing that will probably make you cringe for the rest of your life. 😳 had suicidal thoughts. worshiped Jesus. prayed to Jesus. 🙏 danced in the rain. 🌧️ stayed home from the hospital at a time when you probably should have gone. wrote in a diary or journal. met your favorite celebrity. had a crush that you never told anyone about. felt attracted to someone. slept outside. had possibly the best year of your life. had possibly the worst year of your life. spent a lot of time in the hospital. 🏥 took way too much medication. 💊 got a new pet. started a new hobby. started a new job. talked to a lawyer. took a long, relaxing hot bath. 🛀 did something that you will probably regret for the rest of your life. did something that you are very proud of yourself for. went to church. ⛪️ (girlfriend is in the bellchoir so I attended her performance during a service... I didn't bother mouthing along with the songs or chants, it'd be disingenuous; I did help set up and break down from the performance)

🥳 Happy New Year! 🎊

#100 ?'s

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 months

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Put an X by your confessions! 🧡

***I'm going to bold mine.**** You're glad that this past year is over, to be honest. You hope that the new year is better than last year. You never make new year's resolutions. You make the same New Year's resolution(s) every year. <<<<Okay so I don't make resolutions, but still there are things I say I want to do every year. I just feel like making resolutions feels more official and sets me up for failure. You can't even remember what your resolution from last year was. You achieved what you resolved to accomplish last year, and you're very proud of yourself for it. You don't have any New Year's Eve plans this year. You've celebrated New Year's Eve in Times Square.

You've never celebrated the new year in Times Square, but you want to someday. You honestly have no real desire to celebrate new year's in NYC, because you don't want to stand out in the cold for hours. <<<Basically, a big part of me wants to but imagining ALL those people and the COLD does scare me away. Anywhere that crowded is scary, too. You will probably enter into the new year in your pajamas. <<< I did. You usually watch the ball drop on TV every year. You plan on drinking this New Year's Eve. 🥂 You don't think you've ever actually drank champagne. 🥂 You got drunk last New Year's. You plan to get drunk this New Year's. You have a drinking problem. You used to have a drinking problem, but you don't anymore. You like the taste of champagne. You don't like the taste of champagne. You honestly have no idea of what champagne even tastes like. Your new year's resolution is to love and obey God. >>> I strive for that always. Your New Year's resolution is to lose weight. Your New Year's resolution is to not have any enemies. Your New Year's resolution is to eat healthier. Your New Year's resolution is to love yourself more. <<< That's something I should work on. In the past year, you….. can think of a specific time when you felt jealous of someone. were sick all year. gained a lot of new followers on Instagram. traveled to a new place for the first time. had a baby. got married. got engaged. attended a funeral. attended a wedding. threw up. 🤮 ate at a new restaurant for the first time. kissed someone on the lips. 💋 pet a dog. 🐶 had a cat sit on your lap. 🐈 cried yourself to sleep at least once. 😭 cried when someone hurt you. 😭 lived your dreams and felt like you were flying. skipped a holiday that you normally celebrate. got a tattoo. got drunk. got high. gave your life to Christ. did something very daring. accidentally wore your shirt on backwards. did something extremely embarrassing that will probably make you cringe for the rest of your life. 😳 had suicidal thoughts. worshiped Jesus. prayed to Jesus. 🙏 danced in the rain. 🌧️ stayed home from the hospital at a time when you probably should have gone. wrote in a diary or journal. met your favorite celebrity. had a crush that you never told anyone about. felt attracted to someone. slept outside. had possibly the best year of your life. had possibly the worst year of your life. spent a lot of time in the hospital. 🏥 took way too much medication. 💊 got a new pet. started a new hobby. started a new job. talked to a lawyer. took a long, relaxing hot bath. 🛀 did something that you will probably regret for the rest of your life. did something that you are very proud of yourself for. went to church. ⛪️

🥳 Happy New Year! 🎊

#personal #text #survey #surveys #new year's survey

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mydearhosea · 2 years

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Anon asked: Maybe some whump about Arthur returning from that mission with the legendary gator where he's gotta save that boy from getting eaten (what's it called lol don't remember) and being a little disturbed and Hosea trying to calm him down? Thanks 💕

This is finally finished LOL.

Arthur was oddly quiet when he returned to Shady Belle in the evening after his visit to Lakay with Dutch. The older man had returned long ago and was now eating dinner around the fire with the rest of the gang, minus Hosea who was standing on the other side of the little bridge, grooming his horse.

As soon as he noticed the younger man trotting into camp on his mustang, fingers clenched tightly around the reigns and and his jaw visibly tight, he put his brush down and went to greet him. He'd heard what had happened from Dutch, and none of it sounded good.

"My boy," he greeted, offering a warm smile that Arthur barely had the energy to reciprocate to. He gave a tight lipped one in response, barely glancing over at his father figure as he undid the girth that held his saddle firmly in place. "Dutch told me what happened."

"I'm sure he did," Arthur mumbled, his voice coming off as rather weary and cold. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the straps of the girth, and when he couldn't get it first go, he groaned frustratedly, kicking at the loose dirt below him.

Before he made things worse for himself, Hosea grabbed him by the wrist and gently pulled him back, ignoring the way he flinched just a little at his firm touch. "Wanna get some rest?" he whispered, unable to help the small, slightly suppressed smile that crossed his face when Arthur leaned his head against his shoulder with a pent up sigh. "I'll unsaddle and groom for you. It's okay."

"I ain't gonna ask you to do that..."

Hosea's voice was warm, though his words were firm and caused the younger man to shrink into himself a little, nestling his face further into Hosea's shoulder to avoid having to look at anyone. "Let me rephrase; go and get some rest. I'll take care of your horse, and I'll bring some hot stew into your room for you to eat when I'm done."

Reluctantly, Arthur grumbled something under his breath and lifted his head from Hosea's shoulder, his bottom lip jutted out a little. When the older man asked him to repeat himself, he spoke a little louder, resisting the urge to hide his face again. "Thank you."

"That's more like it." Hosea gave him a gentle pet on the back as encouragement to move his feet. "Not sure if you were trying to hide the fact that you're upset, but you ain't doing a good job."

Arthur grumpily shook his head, politely reaching out his hands to take his saddle from Hosea when the older man slid it off his mare's back. He couldn't say he was surprised when he swatted both his hands away with a low scold. "Wasn't trying to hide anything."

"Go."

Arthur begrudgingly did as he was told. He greeted Jack along the way to the house; the boy had supposedly gotten bored of the adults and had left to play with some sticks he found by the empty little water fountain. He enthusiastically greeted the man when he waved at him and dropped everything to hug him around the legs, completely stopping Arthur's movements. Before too long, he was picked up and set on his hip. "Hi, Uncle Arthur! I missed you."

"I was only gone for a couple hours, buddy."

A dramatic sigh left the boy's lips and he tilted his head back to add some effect. "The other grownups are boring. Uncle Hosea and my Mamma made me read this really long book today. He let me sit on his horse for a while afterwards, though, so it wasn't too bad."

"Maybe you and I can go on a supplies trip sometime," Arthur offered. "We can take one of the wagons with us and you can sit on my lap while I drive."

"Yeah!" the boy's eyes lit up. "Can Uncle Hosea come too?"

Arthur shrugged. "Why not? I'll organise something with him soon, okay?"

"Thanks, Uncle Arthur!"

With another big bear hug from Arthur that caused Jack to giggle, he set him down and watched him skip off to play with his sticks again. As soon as his hands were free, Arthur kept walking once more, in through the doors and up the stairs, practically collapsing on his bed as soon as he reached his room on the second floor.

By the time Hosea had found him, nearly half an hour later, the man had curled up and began to write in his journal. Clearly it had been needed because the older outlaw could see that Arthur's shoulders had relaxed a little, his facial features were less tight and stern, and his eyes had softened, filled with a little more warmth than they were before.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

Arthur jumped at the sound of another voice in the room, and he quickly shut his journal when he saw Hosea peering through the threshold, wordlessly inviting him inside. "No," he mumbled, pushing himself further into the corner of his bed when Hosea sat himself down on the edge with a hot bowl of stew in his hands. "Weren't nothin' important."

"Sure. Now here's some of Pearson's stew," he said as he carefully handed the younger man the food. "You don't have to eat any of it, but it would mean a lot to me if you did. Even a bite will do."

"What did Dutch tell you? That I haven't been eating or something?"

Hosea resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "No. I just know that you often forget to eat after you've been a part of stressful events, so this is my weak attempt at making sure you do."

Arthur had nothing sarcastic to say about that. His mouth slowly fell shut and he gave a small nod before picking up the spoon that was leaning up against the side of the dish. Whilst he began to eat, Hosea continued talking. "Dutch did, however, tell me that you had a close call with an alligator."

"It was huge," Arthur spat, the mere mention of his experience in the swamps earlier that day being enough to set him off. "I did it for the boy, Hosea. That's all. Poor bastard nearly lost his leg in the process, and I almost died tryna save him. Dutch refused to get out of the boat."

Dutch hadn't mentioned any of this to Hosea, and Arthur could tell by the wide eyed look he was giving him as he processed the information. He'd been given a simple "Arthur had a close call with an alligator, but we managed everything just fine" from the younger man and nothing more. He realised now why details hadn't been provided.

After some silence, Hosea swallowed and gave a small, thoughtful nod, forcing himself to turn his attention back to the man sitting beside him. "How are you feeling now?"

"I keep thinkin' about how close that alligator was to grabbing me. I was- I couldn't breathe. I face death on a near day to day basis, and it hasn't bothered me before but- but this?" Arthur paused for a moment to shudder and take a deep, shaky breath in, prompting Hosea to shift closer to him for comfort. He rested one of his hands on Arthur's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze to remind him that he was there. "I weren't sure if I was coming home alive."

"It's okay to be frightened by a near death experience," Hosea assured him in a hushed whisper. "It's okay to be frightened. As much as we may want them to, our feelings don't go away simply because you made it out alive. Would you like me to sleep beside you tonight? I know it always helped you as a boy, havin' someone close to you."

"No," Arthur sighed. "No, I'll be okay. Can I get a hug before you go, though?" Once he'd completely emptied his bowl, he carelessly tossed it to the ground along with the spoon before holding his arms out as an invitation to Hosea. "You don't have to stay for long..."

Hosea wasted no time scooting forward and wrapping his arms around Arthur's waist, his head coming to rest on the top of his head instantly. "Dutch ain't been himself lately," he whispered softly as to not disturb the atmosphere in the room, running the palm of his hand comfortingly up and down the man's back as they embraced. "That ain't anything to do with you. I want you to know that."

Arthur quietly huffed, his breath almost completely muffled against Hosea's shoulder. His arms tightened around the older man's torso, afraid that he'd leave if he let go for too long. "He'll doom us all with the way he's going," he mumbled. His exhaustion was very quickly beginning to catch up to him, and Hosea could do nothing but let him start to fall limp in his arms, his hand still drifting up and down his back. He forced himself to stamp out the bubbling anger beginning to surface, knowing it wasn't going to do any good in that moment. "Was willing to send me to my death to avoid getting into the water himself..."

Hosea felt him shudder a little at the thought and he sighed numbly, mumbling an apology on behalf of the man outside. "You're safe. Just... try to relax and get some sleep."

Despite Arthur's original objections to Hosea spending the night with him, he fell asleep in the older man's arms and gave him no choice but to carefully lay them both down. His fingers locked together to keep Arthur close and he pressed the bridge of his nose into Arthur's forehead, attempting to get comfortable for the night.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

#rdr #red dead #red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead 2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #jack marston #van der linde gang

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julemmaes · 3 years

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Payback

Rowaelin Month, Day Five

A/N: Yall I'm dying. I didn't even wanna write today and I kinda forced myself to and I'm not proud of myself for this but I just wanted you to have something so yep. Tomorrow's will be a lot angstier and sadder than this one, so soak up the very light fluff I'm giving you till you can

Signing off, goodnight yall

Word count: 3,614

Aelin hated the underground car park reserved for the residents of her building. It was dark, so narrow that you had to do at least a hundred swerves to avoid taking any corner and scratching off half your car, and it was impossible to find a spot when everyone came home in the evening after hours and hours in the office and parked as they saw fit while still thinking about the thousands of pieces of paperwork that would be waiting for them at their desks only nine hours later, sometimes taking up more than two spots at once.

The only reason she still tried to park down there was that there was a flock of pigeons in the trees just outside their block of flats, on the main road, which had made a nasty habit of shitting on anything - or anyone, on some unpleasant occasion - that stopped for more than five minutes under the thick branches. A perfect hiding place for birds, that no one had thought to warn her about when she had moved in only a few months earlier.

She had deemed herself lucky the night before, when she had returned before anyone else and found the lot completely empty. She'd been so happy that she'd driven around a bit down there just for the hell of it. She'd pulled up next to the exit, thinking it would be easier to get out the next morning.

She hadn't anticipated the three assholes who had parked so as to block her path in every conceivable way.

She grunted, banging her fist against the steering wheel when she realised she still wasn't clear, and put the car into reverse for the twelfth time, before changing gear and driving three inches forward. And so on, and on, and on, until she managed to steer the face of the car towards the exit and let out a satisfied howl.

She started up the slope towards the road, taking her eyes off the driveway and distracting herself for a moment to choose which radio to listen to, when the car hit something and the dull sound of the bang echoed throughout her body, propelling her forward.

Aelin squealed, hitting the brakes hard enough to cause a high-pitched squeal, and soon the smell of burnt plastic filled her nostrils.

The car shut off and she pulled the handbrake vehemently, getting out of the car and trying to figure out which wall she had hit, already cursing every deity that had ever existed. She didn't have enough money to afford a repair, and she knew perfectly well that the dent would be there for months before she let any of her friends help her.

She wrinkled her brow, noticing how no side of the car was touching walls or columns.

"What the..."

And then she heard it, a grunt of pain.

She opened her eyes wide, running around the car and finding a man on the ground.

To the view of a head full of stark white hair, the fear she’d just ran over one of the oldies that lived on her floor stuck her. But then the person got up on their elbows and she let go of a sigh of relief.

But still, she had just runapartment someone over. She hurried his way.

"Oh, fuck." said Aelin, approaching the stranger. The man pulled himself up to sit, bringing a hand to his face, on his cheek, where a cut was bleeding profusely on his shirt.

"Holy shit." muttered the guy, looking up at her, "That hurt."

Aelin was frozen in time, her hands to her gaping mouth, looking for the right words.

When he tried to stand, swaying a little, she pushed through the fog in her mind and truly looked at him, searching other injuries, but not failing to notice his sheer handsomeness.

The man looked like he’d been made in heaven.

She shook her head, mentally reprimanding herself – now was not the time – and started talking.

“I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t see you there and- oh god, you’re bleeding. You need me to rush you to the hospital? Fuck, you think you broke something?” the words just kept flowing and flowing. “Where were you even going? Why didn’t you just got out of the main entrance? This fucking parking lot. I swear we have to call the landlord and have him put some lights down here. Your shirt,” she grimaced, eyeing the blood standing out on the white fabric. Aelin looked him in the eye, “I have a very similar one upstairs? You want me to go fetch it for you, I could-”

“Jesus Christ!” he yelled, putting his hands in between them, forcing her to step back, “Shut the fuck up!”

Aelin’s mouth closed shut and her eyebrows raised so high she felt her skin pull on her temples. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes popping out.

This man. Sure, she’d just ran him over, but no one had ever talked to her like that.

“I’m fine.” he grumbled, “And I live in this building, I’ll go take my own shirt, thank you.” He took a deep breath, brushing off his trousers and bending to gather his stuff that had scattered around during his fall. When he lifted his head again, he gave her a tight smile and his piercing green eyes stared at her with an intensity that had Aelin’s toes curling in her shoes.

“Have a nice day.”

He then proceeded to walk away, leaving Aelin alone in the darkish driveway.

She looked around, hoping to see someone who could confirm that it had just been a figment of her imagination, but there was no one.

Getting back in her car, Aelin started the engine and drove up to the street, chewing on her lips, “What the fuck just happened?”

***

Aelin had thought all day about the mysterious man. She hadn’t been able to focus during her meetings and hadn’t even finished one of her projects. Something that she sure as fuck knew her boss would make her notice and work her ass off to make up for once word got to him.

Her day had started off so bad she knew it couldn’t get any worse, but she’d been wrong.

Her assistant had spilled coffee over her only finished drawing and herself. One of her coworkers had decided today was the perfect day to quit her job and pile her projects on Aelin’s desk. Then she’d gone out for lunch with some of her friends and it had started raining so heavily she’d been forced to stay in the office, only eye-eating the mouth-watering dishes her friends had posted on their instagram stories. They’d made it to the diner just before the sky cracked open.

And, the cherry on top, someone had keyed her car.

She’d been on the verge of tears when she’d spotted the red stains of her neighbor’s blood on the parking lot floor when she got back home, but she didn’t let any fall.

She had a date.

And she wouldn’t let all these little things get to her and ruin what could possibly be the best night of her life.

One of her life-long best friends had set her up on a blind date with one of her boyfriend’s best friends. She’d promised the man was the perfect match, someone Elide thought would keep her on her toes and match her overflowing personality.

Aelin had been hesitant at first when Elide hadn’t wanted to give her a name, or show her a picture, claiming she’d go all FBI style on him and ruin their first meeting, but she’d also promised Aelin she’d met the guy a few times and he’d been nothing but a gentleman.

And she had heard so much of him she felt like she’d known him her whole life.

Some of the things Elide had told her, she’d liked better if she’d found directly from him, but Aelin was a picky woman and she wasn’t risking another date with a creeper.

She pulled up in the restaurant’s parking lot where Elide had reserved the four of them a table and turned off her car, clutching the wheel. She took a deep breath. And another.

She was still a little worked up and all the pent-up emotions of the day were threatening to spill over the surface any minute, but she could make it past dinner and then have her little monthly breakdown in the peace and quiet of her apartment.

She fixed her lipstick, tightened up her ponytail and let two strands of hair cascade on the side of her face. She blew herself a kiss in the mirror, “You can do it.” she whispered as a short pet talk.

She got off the car, pulled out her phone to check if Elide was already inside and she was so focused on the screen she failed to notice someone backing up right in front of her until it was too late.

The car only bumped into her hip, but it was enough to make her lose her balance.

Aelin merely had time to register what was happening that she found herself lying in a puddle of rain and mud. She closed her eyes at the dull pain on the back of her head, but she knew for a fact the hit hadn’t been that bad.

She lifted her arms up, looking down at the wet spots on her dress, darkening by the second. Her seventy euros purse soaking up the water all around her.

The tension behind her eyes just increased when she heard the driver’s door open and someone step out of the car. She couldn’t have stopped the sobs even if she wanted to.

“Miss? Oh god, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

Strong arms circled her waist and pulled her up in a standing position. She brought her hands to her face, her body now racked by her crying as she tried to get a handle of herself.

“Miss?” the voice called again, now nearer. “Are you hurt? I didn’t-” the man talking stopped suddenly and Aelin looked up, not seeing anything through the tears. “You.”

And then it hit her.

That voice.

She knew that voice.

She ran her hand over her face, rubbing her eyes and staring right back at the man she had ran over that same morning.

Her mouth fell open.

He was looking at her with an amused expression and Aelin couldn’t find the words once again.

What was it with this man and his ability to take her ability to talk by just showing up?

He had a transparent band-aid on his cheek, his cut far less severe than she had thought, and his eyes were glistening with mirth. He was wearing a simple black pair of jeans and a dark green t-shirt, but he was even more handsome than in his work clothes.

Aelin was taking rushed, trembling breaths, and she was about to kill this man with her bare hands. Shred his skin off his bones and have him beg-

“I guess we’re even now, uh?”

His attempt of a joke flew over her head and she charged at him, a scream lodged in her throat.

His eyes widened and he took a step back when she flung her arm at him, trying to hit him. His hands closed around her wrists, blocking her from causing him more harm that she’d already done.

“You asshole!” she was screaming at the top of her lungs. “You ruined my dress!”

Aelin lifted a leg, more than convinced to kneel his balls, but he managed to block her blow again, infuriating her even more.

“I was about to meet the love of my life and ruined my fucking dress!”

He tried to push her away from him, still squeezing her wrists, and his brow furrowed.

“He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. He’s a pediatrician! He loves children! And he has a cute fucking dog my friend said I would love and cuddle the shit out of! Her name is Fleetfoot and she’s a golden retriever and Elide knows I fucking love goldens. And he’s from Orynth, just. Like. Me!” she got louder and louder with every word she spit out. “And he’s tall, and handsome and he’s the perfect match! And I deserved this one night!”

The man was now looking at her with a dumbfounded expression, his hold slightly loosening.

“I’m so done with this dating thing and I’d finally found him and you!” she shoved a finger in his chest, making him retreat a few steps. “You wanted your payback so bad you ran me over with your car!

“And now he’s gonna take one look at me and think I’m a fucking psycho! I bet my hair are the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen and my make up. Oh fuck, I must look like a panda.” Aelin started crying harder, laying her hands flat on the man’s torso, pushing her head to his chest. “I look like a fucking panda.”

She tried to speak again but her mind just couldn’t form any coherent thought, until she felt the man’s arms closing around her shoulders. He stepped closer, running his hand up and down her back, whispering something she couldn’t really hear over her crying.

Aelin didn’t know how much time she spent in the stranger’s embrace, but when the gravity of the scene she’d just made in front of him downed on her, she felt her body flare up in embarrassment.

That was her life now?

Having mental breakdowns in a dark parking lot after someone she’d ran over with her car had returned the gesture and then making them console her?

She detached herself from the man and for a second she thought she’d felt him hesitate before he took a step back. And another, leaving her standing her in her soaking wet dress and her puffy, surely-red eyes. He bent down, picking up her purse and handing it to her.

She lowered her gaze, not even daring looking at his shoes and closed her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

The man made a sound of surprise, “Why would you be sorry?”

Aelin wished she could die on the spot. Evaporate out of existence.

“For hitting you. Or at least trying. And crying all over you.” she said and then grimaced. She ran a hand over her face. “I just had a very hard day and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to come, but this guy seriously seems like he could be the missing piece to whatever the fuck my puzzle-life is. I didn’t want to take a raincheck and have him thinking I’m not serious about this.”

A beat of silence, “I’m sure he would have understood.”

She shook her head, keeping on talking as if he hadn’t even been there, “And now I can’t go in like this.” she passed her hands on her dress, the tears building up again in her eyes. “Plus, Elide didn’t tell me what he looks like, cause she thinks he’s a real snack and wanted to see my face when I saw him for the first time.” she was bordering on pouting, “That means he’s gotta be smoking hot or I’ll be so pissed at her.”

The man snorted loudly, “A snack.” he hummed, “Maybe I should meet your friend and thank her.”

Aelin’s head snapped up, “Oh no, she’s taken.” she shook her head vehemently, “Like so freaking taken. I swear she and her boyfriend have been together for a whole of three months and they already act like a married couple.”

He nodded, a lopsided smile on his face, “I know the kind.”

She’d been so absorbed by her talking that she hadn’t noticed she’d stopped crying.

She breathed through her nose and clasped her hands together, before reaching one out towards him, “I think introductions are needed. I’m Aelin.” she offered a tentative smile.

His hand engulfed hers, shaking it with impressive gentleness. His smile grew even larger if possible and Aelin was starting to think she was about to het murdered.

But then he said his name and the world ceased existing around them.

Their hands still moving up and down between them.

She tilted her head forward, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

He licked his lower lip, “I’m Rowan.”

Aelin closed her eyes, holding her breath.

She squeezed his hand before releasing it. She took a step back, wishing for the ground beneath her feet to crack open and just eat her whole.

“I’m gonna go kill myself now, if you’ll excuse me.”

His laugh reached her ears with painful speed.

Rowan.

She couldn’t believe it.

Well, she could. The man laughing his heart out at her expense was probably the most handsome person she’d ever seen in her entire life.

At least Elide hadn’t lied about that.

“A tad dramatic, if you ask me,” he said as his laugh died down. He pointed at the restaurant behind him, “You want me to go fetch the married couple so we can go back at the appartment and you can change? I’m not against you walking in there with this outfit at all,” he gave a pointed look, matched by a shit-eating grin that seemed to be etched in his lips, “I’m not gonna think you’re a psycho, not for this at least, and I’m ready to fight everyone who looks at you the wrong way. But you look like you could use the comfort of a warm house.”

Aelin looked up at him with a questioning look, trying to understand if this man she’d just tried to maul was seriously offering her options, letting her choose after everything that had gone down so far between the two of them. As if still giving her a chance.

Rowan arched a brow, looking around and glancing back at her, “Aelin?”

Oh, fuck.

She had been oh so not ready o hear her name from his lips.

She nodded and he smiled, leaning down a bit.

She could smell his cologne from here.

“Yes to what? Me calling Lorcan and Elide or getting inside even if you dripping wet?”

Holy fucking shit, this man shouldn’t have been allowed to say the words dripping wet.

She stilled herself.

What the hell was she thinking? She brought her hands to her face, “Please call them and let’s head home. I’m so fucking tired.” a yawn broke her sentence, as to prove her words, “And I’m freezing in this skimpy dress.”

Rowan rushed to her side, “Oh, god, sorry for not offering sooner, here,” he opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a huge blue sweater. Without even waiting for an answer he snatched her purse from her hands and shoved her head in his sweater.

Aelin felt better right away and gave him a big smile.

Rowan answered with one of his own and of course he had to be this perfect and more.

“I’m sorry for ruining your dress, I’ll make sure they wash it carefully when I take it to the laundry. If you’d let me.”

She nodded faintly, exhaling the panty-dropping smell of his sweater.

“And I’m hoping to see you wear it again once we finally get to go on a proper date.” he smirked, “I bet you looked amazing before I went and ran you over.”

Aelin chuckled, shaking her head, “You truly are a gentleman. Elide wasn’t exaggerating.”

Rowan’s demeanor changed completely and Aelin feared she’d said something wrong, but he averted his gaze as if he was embarassed.

“I’m sorry for this morning,” he said. Aelin almost tripped on her feet. He was sorry? “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that but I was just coming back from the hospital and Elide was right saying I work with kids, but I’m not a pediatrician, I’m a pediatric surgeon.”

His gaze grew dark as he looked over her shoulder, avoiding meeting her eyes at all costs.

“Yesterday night we lost a eight years old and I wasn’t really there when you hit me with your car. I didn’t mean to yell at you like I did, it was just-”

Rowan couldn’t finish his sentence that Aelin lunged for him, hugging him as tight as he’d held her a few minutes before, hoping she could relieve some of the pain that was surely clutching his heart. She felt him sag in her arms and hold her in turn.

She was glad she could offer some kind of support.

“It must be hard.” she whispered against his chest.

Rowan nodded, hitting her head with his chin, “It is, but it’s part of the job. The only way you can live with something like that in your baggage is knowing you did everything you could to save them.”

Aelin could feel the emotion lacing his every word and tightened her arms for a moment before freeing him of her embrace. He silently thanked her and told her he’d be right back with their friends.

The second he was gone she realized she couldn’t wait for when he’d be back and they could keep talking.

She’d never felt this way before. Not this fast at least.

Sure, she had loved all her exes, but this. This was different.

There was something there, a connection.

And while he walked back to her, Lorcan and Elide in tow, a bright smile on his handsome face, she couldn’t help but think she was ready to find out all about it.

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Imagine being the only angel that likes Lucifer and is still fighting for his redemption

" Chloe ! You have awful neighbors, did you know that..?!"

" Lucifer !"

The devil doesn't have the time to make one more step inside the room that you are already jumping in his arms. He sighs as he recognizes you and awkwardly pats your back until you untangle yourself from him, a wide smile spread across your face.

" Y/N..What are you doing here ?"

He asks straight away, but you only shrug nonchalantly, as if your presence was of no importance.

" Just wanted to check on you ! Are you alright ? Father told me that you could use some company ! Plus, aren't I allowed to visit my favorite angel from time to time ?!"

He looks at Chloe that only shrugs at him, as clueless as he is. She had noticed you waiting near her house and had first suspected you to be a threat, but the way you had smiled at her had immediately made her trust you somehow.

" Chloe is a wonderful woman ! I understand why you like her so much. Thank you for the tea."

Lucifer looks at the empty cup and raises an eyebrow at the detective.

" Hey ! Why didn't you ever made me some tea ?"

Chloe scoffs at his poor attempt at jealousy before walking past him.

" Because A) She's better behaved and B) She isn't the Devil. Now, you two have a lot to catch up on I assume, so I'll be taking Trixie to the zoo while you two take care of whatever you're here for.."

She glances at you knowingly and you smile gratefully at her. She slams the door behind her and as soon as she is gone, Lucifer loses his playful smile and looks at you with a worried expression.

" Y/N..What are you really doing here ? You are one of his favorites. You have to return up there. It is not safe down here.."

You frown at his sudden seriousness and give a little pout before replying, your arms crossed.

" But it is for you ? You were one of us, Luci. The Greatest. It hurt me so much when I saw you fall and I am still fighting for your redemption ! You have changed. You have changed so much and I am not about to give up because you have !"

His eyes start watering despite himself and he asks you with a tremor in his voice.

" Why still believe in me ? There is nothing to save anymore..Why try so hard, Y/N ?"

You seem to think about it for a while before sighing and looking up at him with a hopeful smile.

" Because, I remember who you were..I remember who we were to each other and it was so beautiful, Luci. We were beautiful. When you fell, it took Michael, Azrael and Gabriel to keep me from jumping after you. I love you, Luci. We all did at some point but, even if the others chose to forget, I didn't..If only your pride hadn't taken control over you. You could have been magnificent, the angel of angels..This is also why I decided to take care of Hell while you're gone, covering your absence from Dad.."

He frowns in incomprehension before you smile and take his appearance in front of him.

" Neat trick, huh ? Nobody noticed the difference up there..Well, almost nobody. Gabriel did, but he promised not to tell anyone."

He had almost forgotten completely about Hell and takes your hands to kiss your knuckles in a simple act of humble tenderness, knowing what you were risking in helping him, knowing what HE would do if he knew.

" I'm sorry. I just wanted to feel loved..I just wanted HIM to be proud of me..I don't regret what I did that day, but if I regret anything..It's to have made you suffer, my little angel.."

You stroke his hair softly and smile compassionately at him.

" HE knows..HE is always watching you and know that you were doing what you thought was just..One day, you will come back home and that day, I'll be here, waiting for you.."

Luci looks up at you and gently runs his hand through your locks. He then kisses your forehead and you smile before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck to play with the hair at the back of his neck.

" No matter what happens, you'll always have me, Luci.."

You look up at him with all of the love you feel for this cursed angel and Lucifer tightens his grip on you, his eyes momentarily turning red with emotions.

" This is what scares me, Y/N..My poor angel, waiting for me will destroy you. I will never come back. Either Father will send me back to Hell or I'll stay here, among the humans."

You bite your lower lip before looking up at him and finally admit what you had agreed on with the great above.

" I know..This is why Gabriel has allowed me to rule Hell while you stay here, permanently, or at least until Dad finds out.."

His eyes widen at the news and he shakes his head negatively before cradling your face with his hands, almost crying at your act of kindness.

" Oh no, my darling..I..I'm sure he didn't say that, he couldn't have agreed to that. You must have misunderstood..You can't do that..Gabriel would never let you do that. And even if he did, I can't ask you to do that for me.."

You puff your cheeks, upset at his lack of faith.

" Why don't you believe me ?! Have you forgotten that the code forbids me to lie ?! Or do you have such little faith on my abilities ?!"

He laughs at your grumpy expression and shakes his head, making you understand that that wasn't what he meant, before putting his forehead against yours.

" Oh no, angel..It's not about not believing that you are good enough, I know that you are. It's about you not being here, right now, with me..Not being blamed for something that should be my responsibility.."

You try to make sense of his words until you seem to understand and burst out laughing to his astonishment.

" I see what's happening here ! You're afraid I'll put myself between you and the lovely policewoman ! But, don't worry, I'll be as discreet as a mouse as long as I'll stay here..I'm just here for a month and then, I'll be gone. I even got a job as a teacher at the school of Trixie, so you won't have to worry about me asking for money ! Lovely kid by the way !"

If Lucifer didn't have a headache before, he certainly did now..He is overwhelmed by the amount of information you've just given him and falls on the sofa. You follow him and sit next to him with your eternal sweet smile on your face and he runs his hand over his face, worry and tiredness written all over his features. You put your hands on his shoulders and your chin upon one of your hands, trying to soothe him by stroking his shoulders with your thumbs reassuringly.

" Let me take care of you..You've suffered enough, my wonderful little snake.."

Lucifer smiles at the familiar nickname before laying his hand over your back and looking down at you with teary eyes.

" Even after all this time, you still accept me ? You still find the strength in yourself to love me ?"

You answer him with a wide grin.

" Always. I'll always love you, Luci..They can tell me whatever they want, I know you and who you really are. I've seen every single part of you and I will always love all of them. Your flaws and your imperfections are what makes you so perfect..Can't you see ? You're not Father's greatest failure, your Father's greatest wonder. I could never be as human and empathetic as you are, I could never love them the way you can, because you understand them. Their desires, dreams and feelings are in you as well. In some way, I envy you. You'll always be closer to them than I'll ever be.."

Lucifer listens to your words with great attention and when you're finished, he looks at you like he's never looked at anyone before. He is full of gratitude and can't stop smiling at the abundance of kindness you had bestowed upon him. He kisses the palm of your hands, tears rolling down his cheeks and his heart swollen with adoration and devotion towards you.

" There is nothing great about humanity, but you seem to always see good in everything and everyone..You can't imagine how much I've missed you.."

You giggle as he peppers you face with kisses.

" I've missed you too, Luci..But, I think you should probably stop acting this way, or people will think you have a soft spot.."

You tease him and he takes a fake gasp before pointing a finger at himself.

" Me ?! Why never..?!"

You chuckle at his false startled expression before wrapping your hands around his waist to mumble against his shoulder.

" I love you, Luci..I know you don't believe me, but I really do."

He glances down at you with open tenderness before slowly petting the top of your head with care.

" I know, love..But, we both know that it will end in misery for the both of us.."

You smile up at him and kiss him on the cheek before replying with a shrug. You tighten your hold on him and make yourself even more comfortable by laying your head on his thighs.

" Misery with you is better than misery without you.."

He sighs loudly before looking down at you and seeing you suddenly asleep..Unaware that you were still somehow able to hear him, he whispers almost sorrowfully to himself.

" What hurts the most is that..You won't remember anything of what you just said.."

He watches your silent form for a while and takes a shaky breath before looking up at the sky, knowing that HE is listening.

" Punishing me wasn't enough ? You had to punish her as well ? How many centuries must you make her suffer and wait for something that will never happen ? You promised that when I would fall, she would stay safe..You gave me your word ! You turned around and left me to fall without her or you ! Can you imagine the pain I felt when I woke up in that dreadful place; alone and scared. And not only did you leave me, you took her away from me too ! You promised you wouldn't, and yet you did ! You gave up on us ! You gave up on me ! And just when I thought I would finally be able to forget her and live with Chloe, you send her to me and make me love her all over again ! What must I do to finally be able to forget ! I've done what you asked, over and over again ! I erased her memory every time she would come to see me ! I made sure that she would not remember all the moments we shared together after my fall ! And yet, you can't even keep an eye on her and let her run Hell alone ?! Why ?! To make me even more guilty ?! Every 100 years ! Every 100 years you let her come down here and make me suffer by erasing everything ! I thought that once I would be among them, she wouldn't be able to find me anymore, but as always, I'm trapped and must see the only person I love forget about me, over and over again.."

He starts crying and doubles in pain at the rage eating him up from the inside. This is where he feels it, a small tremor, a slight change in body position..He freezes in horror and looks down at you, to meet directly with your wide glassy eyes full of pain and grief.

"..Every 100 years ?.."

His breath stops as he understands that you've been listening to him and shakes his head at his own stupidity.

" Luci...? How many times did I come here to see you ?"

As he bites his lower lip in order not to answer you, you straighten up and ask again firmly, all joy having left your voice.

" How many times, Lucifer ?"

His eyes wander around the room before looking back at you and his heart tightens as he knows that he couldn't lie to you anymore.

" 50 times..You came 50 times and every time, you took a body and as soon as this body would reach its limit, you would die and get back up there with HIM..He would reset your memory and you would forget everything if I didn't do it first..while I remember everything. It hurts, Y/N..Just when I thought I could forget about you, he sends you again.."

You open your mouth agape at the news and look at the body you had taken and feel tears gathering up in your eyes. For centuries, you've fought for Lucifer's redemption, not even noticing that you were the one who was also being punished.

" This woman..Do you love her ?"

You suddenly ask and Lucifer stays silent for a moment before finally confessing.

" Not as much as you.."

You laugh at his answer before shaking your head and looking back at him with tears in your eyes, still full of compassion for him.

" But you will..You will love her with all of your heart and, knowing you, you will find a way for her to be by your side forever, something I can't be.."

He was about to deny your words, but you don't let him and stand up to walk towards the door. He quickly does the same and puts his hand over yours when you were about to use the handle to open the door.

" Please, angel..It is hard enough for me to know that I have very little time with you..Don't go."

He pleads and it takes all of your strength not to indulge in his request. You turn around and kiss him with a burning passion, to let him know that you weren't leaving him because you wanted to..But because you knew that there was nothing that you could do that wouldn't end up in tears and blood, because you love him. When he opens his eyes again, you are gone and he falls to his knees, knowing that it was probably the last time he would see you, or be intimate with you in this life. He knows that you've just given him the highest form of mercy there is: this kiss, signifying his freedom and the start of his new life..But then, why does it hurt so much ? As if you had just taken a part of himself with you..He looks up to see the car of Chloe that parks in front of the house, a very excited Trixie in her arms and wipes his tears away to smile at the family that he had learned to be a part of.

" So, is your friend gone ?"

Chloe asks, looking around to see if you were still in the house. Lucifer frowns before asking, confused.

" What friend ?"

One month later :

" Be safe on your way back, okay Trixie ?"

Trixie smiles up at you and nods vividly.

" Don't worry, my dad is coming to get me !"

You ark an eyebrow, wondering if Chloe had finally got herself a man to look after Trixie..not suspecting one bit that Lucifer would be the one entering your classroom to get Trixie. The little girl jumps in his arms and you can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, as well as Lucifer's obvious awkwardness. When you make eye contact, you simply smile politely at each other and he turns around to get the girl back home. Perfect strangers. When he is gone however, you feel a pain in your chest and have to grip on the nearby table in order to support yourself. When you look up, you see Gabriel and smile bitterly, knowing why he was here..

" So, my time has come then, Gab ?"

He looks almost apologetic when he extends his hand towards you and answers affirmatively.

" You know the drill, Y/N..one month with him. You're the one who wished to share his burden..Hell is waiting.."

You close your eyes and nod in submission.

" I know..Lead the way, Gabriel."

Lucifer is feeling uneasy..He has this feeling that he knew that teacher somehow..But couldn't seem to recall where he could have seen her before..

" You know, the new teacher is really nice ! She got us some cake today, and said that I was going to become a very fine lady when I grow up !"

She puffs her chest out proudly and Lucifer smiles while they arrive at Chloe's house.

" Really ? And what else did she tell you ?"

Trixie frowns in deep concentration before answering him.

" Well..her name is Y/N..And when I said to her that I was friends with the devil, she told me to take care of him, as he is a very special friend.."

Lucifer chuckles before opening the door of his car and letting the little girl out to enter the house where her mother was trying desperately to find an explanation to her new case, not supernatural this time. It was rather refreshing..However, his thoughts come back to the earlier event when he had made eye contact with you, your smile had almost seemed..sad ? Y/N..Y/N..Where had he already heard that name before ? He searches in each corner of his memory, the feeling of knowing nagging and annoying him. He is in the middle of the driveway when he suddenly remembers and stops abruptly. His tires screech loudly on the pavement when he pulls back. He starts driving at a fast speed towards the school.

" Wait for me Y/N, I'm coming.."

You find yourself on the top of the school and look at Gabriel that seems to read your thoughts.

" He's not coming.."

You smile sadly at the prospect and nod understandingly.

" I know..Hell needs me, and he doesn't."

You take a big breath before opening your eyes, the last rays of sunlight reflecting in your eyes as your body starts shifting into his.

" Are we ready to go, Lucifer ?"

You smile at Gabriel's new name for you and nod before looking at yourself and smirking, the same smirk you had learned to love and hate as you were exercising how to do it in front of your mirror.

" Let's go, humans are such a boredom anyway !"

If Gabriel hadn't seen the transformation with his own eyes, he would have thought that it was the true Lucifer that was now standing before him..It is just when you deploy your white wings that he remembers that it is still you, under all of that pretend..You are both about to take your leave when you hear the loud bang of a car crashing nearby. You both look down and see Lucifer get out of the car, his eyes flashing a bright orange as he looks up at you. You shiver at the anger radiating from him and try to fly up after Gabriel. However, Lucifer shouts your name in such a guttural and ferocious way that you freeze.

" Y/N ! Don't you dare fly away from me ! I forbid you to go !"

You glance down at him and see that he has taken his true appearance back and each step he takes are trailed by little flames of Hell's fire. You shake your head and tear your eyes away from him to take a step back and jump in the air to follow Gabriel. Gabriel tries to warn you, but before he could utter a word, someone had tackled you to the ground in mid-air. When you look up, you see a very angry Lucifer on top of you and it's the first time that you are actually scared of him.

" Luci..? Wh..What are you..?!"

" Enough !"

He cuts you off with all of his mighty authority and you can't do anything but stay quiet as he glares at you.

" What do you think will happen if any of the demons down there recognizes you ?! What went through your little naive mind to think that that would ever work ?! You're an angel, Y/N ?! Come on, you really thought about the consequences of your actions ?!"

Your lower lip quivers at his harsh words and you feel hot tears rolling down your cheeks. He grins evilly at you before wiping your tears in a false gesture of sympathy.

" Aww..If you had done your researches like a good little angel, you would have known that Lucifer Morningstar doesn't cry.."

" Liar !"

You shout back and he smirks at your insult.

" See ? Progress."

He then stands up and yanks you up just as Gabriel flies down next to the both of you. He looks at the both of you before sighing and taking a step back, making you understand that he wouldn't take part of what was to unfold.

" I don't know what's going on, and I don't have the time to care..All I know is that I have to bring one of you in Hell before the gates close tonight.."

You and Lucifer look at each other and Lucifer is surprised to see you get on a fighting stance, but smiles at the determination in your eyes.

" You want to got to Hell ? Fine by me..But you'll have to go through me first."

Far from feeling threatened, Lucifer is amused by your strength of will and his smile widens. He slowly takes back his human form and cracks his fingers theatrically before gesturing for you to step closer with his index.

" Wanna fight the devil ? I must warn you, it plays dirty.."

You smile at his innuendo before running towards him and throw a punch at his face. He takes a step back, not having expected you to actually be fighting him, but quickly composes himself and tries to knock you out with a blow to the head. However, you're too fast and make him fall by round kicking his legs. You can't help but smile smugly at his startled expression.

" Have I forgotten to mention that I've been learning a thing ot two about fighting with Michael ?"

He groans at the name of his brother and quickly stands up to attack again. Soon, you are both fighting each other seriously and, blow after blow, both get tired. Gabriel doesn't even know which one is which at the end, when you both pass out. However, Time is running out and he decides to take the closest Lucifer to fly away. He succeeds in arriving to the gates just in time and when you wake up, you find yourself in Hell. You look around and see the billions of souls being tortured and it takes all of your self-control not to throw up and remain poised on your throne of stone. You close your eyes and take multiple breaths to calm yourself. When you open your eyes, you sit straight and whisper to yourself.

" Okay..Here we go, Lucifer..Wish me luck.."

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You and Me II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: After years at Hogwarts, your life would really begin and nothing could be better than to start this new phase with your official birthday party, but the next day does not turn out quite as expected.

Warnings: For those who haven't read the first part yet, Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this fic. The first wizard war was against another wizard but its consequences are still valid! Just pure fluff and an implied bit of smut.

Word Count: 3,0k

A/N: This is obviously the part two of You and Me, but it’s not necessarily related, so you can just read this one as a one shot but the first part gives you a lot of context for this, ok? ok then. (Happy really early Birthday Katie! I'd like to post this on your bday but I was too anxious for this. Hope you like it!)

Part I

04/27/1997

"You're really not well, how can a person be in this state when their birthday is so close? I've tried to understand and still can't", the brunette's bored voice made itself present in the room for the 4th time in the day and as I prepared my answer, she held up her hand and delivered her own hypothesis first. "You can't be sad that we're finishing seventh year, I swear for Merlin's sake, if that's the case, I'll...", the words slipped slowly from her mouth, as did the calmness remaining in her.

"Even though anything you have to say sounds like a lot of fun, it's not the case. I really want to start my own life, have my own job and all that. I'm just thinking a lot lately, too many things have happened, we've all changed so much", I didn't bother to look at her, still focused on the ceiling painted like a blue summer sky and she didn't mind asking permission to lie next to me on the bed.

"We had to grow up eventually, although some took too long, in fact, I can point out for sure that half the boys still act like kids", we both laughed until our bellies ached.

"Well, good for us then because Draco and Blaise are not on that list and don't even dare look at me like that, you know he's changed a lot", I heard her amused giggles and already imagined what was coming.

"I wasn't even going to say anything this time, it's really impressive how you just stick up for him, I hope it's the same with me", I frowned and looked at her as if she was out of her mind, and there were chances she really was. "Since when do you need protection from someone?".

"I never said I needed it, but it's nice to know I have it", she shrugged without looking me in the eye and I decided it would be better to change the subject, because nothing good ever comes out of a Pansy, who is unseasy in any sense.

"So, about your...," she started. "Pansy, what do you…”, I said at the same time, but I just smiled and waited in silence for what she had to say.

"I was going to ask about your parents, you're going to have to live with them in a month, so how are you feeling about that?", she just glanced at me.

"That's been going through my mind, I have no idea what it's going to be like but it's going to be better than anything that's happened in the past, that's enough for now", I sighed.

"You know you can come to my house, right? You can hide there", I agreed with a smile and we continued in a comfortable silence.

04/29/1997

7:30 A.M.

On the morning of my birthday, I woke up in the best possible way. The warmth emanating from Draco's body and the thick blanket kept me unfazed by the freezing wind coming in through the window. I didn't want to move and I didn't need to.

I sighed satisfied with the position I was in, curled up under the blanket hugging the blond's bare torso, with no responsibility or obligation other than to enjoy my day.

"Morning, love", his arms pressed me tighter against him, I could feel his calm breathing and somehow, I felt calmer too.

I left a few kisses on his bare skin and the goosebumps they caused on him made me break out into a little smile. "Good morning, love", I whispered leaning back against him.

"Come here, let me give you a proper happy birthday", he gave my hair a quick pat and lifted my chin to look at him.

As soon as I crawled closer to him, his arms entwined around my waist and pulled me even closer.

"Happy birthday my love", he left several little kisses on my face and neck before moving to my lips, but our moment was interrupted by a noise on the window.

A gray owl incessantly beat its beak on the window pane, we looked at each other, neither of us wanted to get up, but it would be too cruel to leave the poor thing waiting there.

"It's my birthday, I have the right to ask you to go", I gave a brief kiss on his lips before letting him go to the war field.

I stayed warm while he opened the window further so that the owl could get through, as well as the icy wind.

He rushed back to my side in time to see me tear the seal off the letter I received.

"It's from my parents, they are really working hard this year. I have to admit that", I told him as I scanned the paper.

"At least they realized what a great daughter they have, she's a little mean but still great", I was too busy reading the letter to notice his cunning and more icy than usual hands pass around me.

I jumped out of bed as I felt the shock of our skin contact and he had the audacity to laugh, I had to control myself too much not to grab my wand.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are dead now", I climbed into bed with my pillow, ready to fight.

20:00 P.M.

A few hours later, I was getting ready for the party in the Slytherin common room, everyone was invited since after this stressful year, a party would be nice and I couldn't physically kick anyone out.

I was barely concentrating in my makeup, Nala was running back and forth between my feet wanting attention and I couldn't give it to her or for the next few hours, no matter how much it broke my heart.

"For Merlin's sake... Nala! Sit!", it saddened me to see that she obeyed but still wanted to come running to me, that deserved a good reward.

I fed her one of her favorite cookies and petted her shiny fur before going back in front of the mirror. I checked several times to make sure I was ready.

"See you later my love, mma will be back soon", I waved to her and went downstairs before I gave in.

There were already a lot of people when I arrived, the new song by The Weird Sisters was so loud that Pansy didn't hear me, even though I called out 2 times as she passed by on the other side of the room.

As I made my way through, many friends stopped to congratulate me and also to chat a bit, by the time I realized what I was supposed to do, more than 10 minutes had passed.

"Have you guys seen Pansy? I was looking for her", I said before turning my own glass of buttered beer over and leaving it in Tom's hand. "See you guys later", my eyes were glued on the blond guy standing in the corner and in less than a second, I was walking towards him.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!", I heard his indignant voice but ignored it along with all the other people, who tried to talk to me on my way to him.

"You know, the delay is only elegant because it doesn't last more than 5 minutes", he was smiling even though he hated tardiness.

"Maybe for most people, a queen is never late love, the others were too early. Especially when it's her birthday", I stopped in front of him. "You haven't given me my present yet, I'm waiting", I pointed to my own lips.

He chuckled and looked at me for a few seconds before he said something, even with the lights flashing I could still see the twinkle in his eyes, which still reflected mine equally.

"Are you asking this as a gift around too?", his smile widened as did mine, he took a step closer.

"Does that mean you're not going to give it to me? I had high expectations for this one in particular", something in his gaze changed, I could clearly tell but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"That particular one can wait, right now, I have my main gift", he took his hands off his back and in them was a green velvet median box with silver details.

I was almost breathless just admiring the package once it was in my hands. To top it off, a green silk bow and I had the impression that he had made it himself.

When I opened it, my jaw dropped. A silver necklace with an emerald heart carefully displayed in the box.

"Draco, you really didn't have to give me something expensive", he didn't answer me, instead took the necklace and helped me put it on.

"It seemed like an appropriate gift, now that we will no longer be living by Slytherin rules, it’s a nice way to say goodbye", I didn't think twice before I kissed him.

"I love you, I'll never get tired of saying that", I whispered between kisses. "You won't forget that, right?", I sighed as he brushed his lips across the skin of my neck.

"I have no reason to forget love, I...", we were interrupted by a forced cough behind me.

"Why don't you two just go into a room? No one has to see this scene", Blaise's unmistakable voice sounded and I felt my boyfriend giggle, not moving out of position.

"You can go after your girlfriend instead of getting in our way, wouldn't that be a brilliant idea?", I didn't see what happened, but a nice answer wouldn't be."So where were we honey?", he raised his eyes to meet mine.

"We better save that for the end of the party love, wasn't that your idea?", I pulled away from him and took his hand. "You have a whole party to enjoy."

"I already regret that decision, thanks for reminding me", he mumbled that and a few other things I couldn't hear.

07/01/1997

7:00 A.M.

"I still can't believe this is our last breakfast at Hogwarts", Astoria commented amidst the silence that had formed at our table.

"I still can't believe it's really over, it seems like any minute now I'm going to wake up and be back in third year", Pansy added.

"Well, I hope you'll make better decisions if you go back there tonight. No one forgot the hair Pan", my remark made everyone laugh for the first time in the day, a bit of pride grew inside me.

"Just because Hogwarts is over doesn't mean we're going to split up. None of you have any right to be this down today", Theo said and I was forced to smile as was everyone else.

"I was glad to be rid of you, at no point I was sad," Blaise muttered but we could all hear him and we all laughed once again.

8:00 A.M.

"What are you thinking?" he was with his eyes closed leaning against the train window, but I knew he wasn't asleep.

"How familiar everything here is, the worn leather of the seat, the smell of candy in the hallway and of trees coming in through the window. Other things will be familiar 7 years from now, it's just weird to think about it," he continued in the same position but held out his hand to me.

"That's true but I feel better knowing that we will continue to be each other's constant," I intertwined our fingers and we continued like that until we arrived.

11:00 A.M.

"It's time for the gifts, we prefer to give you personally. I believe you will like it", my mother said as soon as we sat down on the couch in our living room.

I smiled not knowing how to respond, since I usually got the same thing every year, money or more paint, and I was pretty sure they didn't choose in person.

"Go ahead, open it. We decided to give two separate presents this year, the pink wrapping is mine and the purple one is your father's", the two boxes were right next to me on the couch, so why was I hesitating so much to pick them up?

A lot was going on in my head, they have changed a lot in the last year but why? I could be dreaming of the ideal day, but no dream was as vivid as this one.

I took a deep breath and opened the pink first, I expected to find anything but my stuffed bunny, he was washed and clean, different from how I remembered, but still the same.

"I thought I lost or tore it a long time ago", I managed to say as I hugged him like one who finds an old friend, but he was beyond that.

"He was really in a rough state, but I was able to fix him. It was in one of the boxes in the basement, remember how you got it?", I agreed again, a wave of memories washed over me.

My parents had just arrived home from a business trip, it was the first time I had been alone at home without them.

"Mommy, Daddy!", I ran down the stairs as fast as my little legs would allow and threw myself into my father's arms, not caring about his wet coat, which soon became even wetter. "You promi-promised that you would be back soon”.

"Oh my love, something unexpected has happened. We were never going to leave you alone for so long," her hands wiped away my tears and took me in her lap. "So, for you never have to be alone again, we brought a little friend, he will always keep you company when we have to leave."

That wasn't enough to calm me down but it made me curious enough to stop crying, I didn't have any friends before that.

I hurried to open the other package but there was only an empty picture frame with no photo inside.

Before I could open my mouth to ask for an explanation, shapes began to appear from the black background.

I recognized the picture, me still a baby in my mother's arms and my father behind her, hugging us both but as soon as I blinked, it was gone.

Another picture formed in its place, I was older, about two or three years old, this one I had never seen. I was on my mother's lap holding a drawing that I had made and possibly looked terrible.

More pictures appeared and disappeared but I didn't wait to see them all at that moment.

"I loved these gifts...thank you Mom and Dad," I made a great effort to hold back the tears as I hugged them both. "They are the best presents I have ever gotten."

23:00 P.M.

"What are you two doing out there at this time of night?! Draco, have you been drinking now?", Narcisa gave us another stern look before opening the door and shoving us inside.

We walked in almost tripping over the living room rug, laughing at each other, to the point where tears formed in our eyes.

"Shhhhhh, my dad must be working... uhhhhhh, he's not going to like this, u-um," his hand covered my mouth.

I pushed his hand away from my face. “Me?Shut up? You're practically screaming you idiot!".

"You two, I don't want another peep out of you. Come up quietly. Your father doesn't like to be interrupted," she whispered, but it was enough for us to agree without hesitation.

"Yes, Captain, I mean, ma'am," he pulled me up the stairs before her patience ran out.

07/02/1997

14:00 P.M.

"What do you mean, you don't remember what happened?", the blond was clearly trying hard not to laugh and I sighed, still under the blanket.

"I don't remember Draco, did your mother really not hate me? I can't believe we came here...", even though no one was watching me, I started to blush, or was it just the fever? There's no way to be sure now.

"That could never happen, she made sure to request your favorite tea. Now get out of there before it gets cold", he tried to pull on my blanket but I used all the rest of my strength not to let him.

"Noooo, out there that's too cold. Come here, it's too cold for you too", I took one of my hands from the comfortable warmth to pull him to me. "You didn't have to get up so early to get this", I whispered but soon after started coughing.

"There must be a potion to help you, I'll just get it and then...", he was ready to get up from the bed but I didn't let go of his arm.

"I just want you, please stay here? The elf will bring it anyway", before he could protest, I covered him with the blanket. "You're not well either, let's just lay down for now".

He opened his mouth to deny it again but all that came out was a sneeze, after this he just gave up and lied down too. We were both screwed but at least we were together, right? I tried to think positive.

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So a couple of months ago, I saw a YouTube video that was an audio recording of season 5, episode 6 of Bojack Horseman, “Free Churro.” In the episode, the main character, Bojack Horseman, spends 20 minutes giving a eulogy at his mother’s funeral. There’s one big problem though, his mother was an abusive bitch. His eulogy is him trying to contemplate what she meant by her drying words, “I see you,” and whether or not she loved him. As someone who has a dead parent who was abusive, this is probably my favorite episode of any show ever for how much it helped me understand my feelings. The comments section is filled with people sharing their pain with their abusive families, but one comment stood out to me above all the others by how raw and relatable it was. This comment was by a YouTuber named Moonstruck. At the bottom of this post is a link to her channel. Please support her. After reading this, she deserves a million subscribers. Also please watch Bojack Horseman. (I corrected some of the grammatical errors to make it easier to read)

Disclaimer: Child abuse, bullying, trauma, and mental health:

Moonstruck:

This is a great monologue, but one part of it, in particular, really caught my attention was the 'grand gesture' bit.

When I was a kid, I read this book called "Chicken Soup for the Soul." There's a shitload of them. I don't remember which particular one it was. I hated the whole series because it's just someone profiting off a bunch of other people's stories rather than trying to write their own, in my opinion.

Anyway.

This one story that I remember, the ONLY one I remembered, was sent in by a little girl. She wrote about how her father never told her that he loved her. He never once, in her whole life, said the words "I love you." I don't remember her mom being mentioned, maybe she was dead; it doesn't matter. The point is her dad was basically an emotionless asshole. Well, one day, this girl gets sick. Really sick. Possibly on her deathbed sick. She wrote that one day she woke up to find a necklace sitting on her nightstand that had a pendant that looked like her dog. She said she held it to her heart and cried because that necklace said all the things her father never had.

I thought, "What a load of bullshit."

A cheap trinket doesn't make up for years and years of emotional neglect. Anyone can buy a thing and toss it your way. Hell, he didn't even hand it to her himself, just left it there for her to find if/when she woke up, then left her alone again to possibly die.

A lot of people say that actions speak louder than words, in cases like political protests and shit. While that's true, scenarios that this that girl are different. Gifts can never replace the words, "I love you."

When I was a kid, my father never told me he loved me. My mother didn't either, but she's a whole other kettle of fish. I would say 'my biological mother or father,' but I never got adopted ones, so who gives a shit. Anyway. My father was rarely around, and when he was, he just spent the entire time fighting with my mother and leaving again. He would do and say anything that could get him to spend less time in the house with her. With us. I can't blame him. If I could've left during those times, I would have. I tried more than once. I even earned the nickname 'runaway' from a family friend because of it.

I was told that I was worthless as early as I could understand words. I don't know what it is about me that set my mother off, but she HATED me. I was always told how expensive I was to keep alive and how I wasn't worth it. If I dared ask for anything, she would remind me how much she spent just to keep me from starving to death and that it was too much already. On the rare occasion I was given something, it was so she could use it as a threat. She was like, "Sure, you can have that toy horse since we got your sister a real one, but you better behave or we'll give it to her and let her break it." Or "Oh, fine, we can keep this dog as a FAMILY pet (NOT YOURS), but if you do something we don't like, we'll take it away and kill it."

Oh, yeah. I have a sister. She’s cut from the same cloth as our mother. I don't consider any of them family anymore. She was two years older than me. She was the "we should have stopped while we were ahead" kid. Anything she wanted, she got.

"Mom, can I have an award-winning horse and expensive dressage lessons?"

"Sure!"

"Mom, can I have a car?"

"No problem!"

"Mom, can you pay for my ballet lessons?"

"Absolutely!"

She was the golden child. The one that could do no wrong and wasn't a mistake. Even after she totaled her car, got arrested for an underage DUI, and got pregnant three times in high school, she was still the good one. I never even asked to go to school dances, parties, or go out with the one friend I had. My sister liked to see me in pain. She'd tell our mom that I did things just to get me in trouble. Whether it involved blaming me for things she did or fabricating stuff, she'd say whatever it took to get my mother to beat me while she watched and laughed. Oh, yeah, our mom was BIG on physical punishment. I've been whipped with everything from a riding crop, a wooden paddle, spoons, and especially belts. Anything that was close at hand when my mother got irritated, I've been hit with it.

At one point, my sister had three tall, beautiful show-worthy horses. I was allowed to keep a sickly old pony for all of a week before she was taken away, then I'd get called ungrateful for asking why we had to get rid of HER instead of one of the horses. Even though my mother said it cost too much to keep them all. With horses being obviously too rich for my blood, I asked for something cheaper, and for once, I got it. I was given a baby goat that one of our neighbors' goats had abandoned for being too weak, and they didn't have time to raise. I loved that goat. I bottle raised him, and named him Ben. He was my best friend for a while. When he grew up, he got so big that I was able to stand on his back to grab tree branches and pull them down so he could eat the leaves. I walked him on a leash like a dog every day. I loved him so much. My mother had me enter him in a show, and we won ninth place! I was thrilled to have something to show against my sister's collection of dressage show ribbons. I finally had proof that I could do something right! Sure, the prize money was taken away from me, but I still had Ben.

But Ben didn't come home with me after the show. It turns out he was sold to a slaughterhouse because that show was for meat goats. I didn't know until he was already gone. Of course, my mother punished me for being upset and even forced me to write a thank-you card to the people who bought his meat.

My mother was always like that. Anything I loved was used as a threat. I eventually accepted that loving anything was a waste of time. I learned to detach myself from my feelings, and I got really good at it. I can completely turn off my emotional reaction to anything. One time I had to put down one of the egg-laying hens at work that got too sick to save, and I felt nothing while bringing down the ax. When I lost out on a job that could have changed my life, I told myself how stupid it was to hope for anything good. Any positive emotion I felt got me punished, so I learned to feel nothing at all. To this day, I still have trouble feeling things, even when I want to. I'm taking pills now, and they help, sometimes.

I've had several suicide attempts. I keep a box of razor blades in my desk just to have them close. I got a tattoo of a heart with rainbows on my wrist. Partially for LGBT solidarity, but mostly to remind myself that there is still beauty in the world. I still struggle with wonder if I actually believe it or not.

I've tried so hard to be a good kid. I never partied, never drank, never smoked even when the chances were there, and I would have greatly loved anything to make the pain stop or even just dull it a little bit. I was in the gifted and talented program at school and was able to graduate at fifteen. For a while, I was sent to a children's home where I was passed around to many people I didn't know, including a clown who I may or may not have actually been related to, until I eventually wound up out here where I am now. It's all pretty hazy, and the details get scrambled.

It's been 10 years since I've had contact with my mother and sister. I can't even keep in touch with the one friend I had, even after I lived with her. She's tried to reach out to me, but I just… can't. I try, but I can't. Sometimes, I can almost pretend that my past wasn't real. It's just a hazy fog that isn't really there. I want to believe that if I don't allow something, or someone, who was part of that past, someone tangible and real, into my life again, then the fog will go away. This is why I can't do it. I know I'm a terrible friend. Ariel, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. You're better off without me in your life anyway.

I typed all of this out because sometimes, about fifty dollars or so shows up in my PayPal from my father's email address. I don't know if it's from him or from her using his email, but it doesn't matter either way. The point is I know my mother is the one sending the money.

I know my mother likes to think she's a good person. She went to church every Sunday, and probably still does. She organized a lot of church events and participated in every church function. I had to be an altar server for several years until I aged out of it and was in the choir. She kept going to that church even after the priest got drunk, called me many horrible names in front of everyone, and was revealed to be a pedophile that raped a little boy at gunpoint. She probably still goes to that same church and organizes things. She likes being in charge. She likes having people look at her and say, "That there is a good person."

But are you, though, Mom? Are you really a good person? Were you a good person when you hit me? When you lied to me? When you laughed with my sister about how much I got hurt for things I didn't do? Were you a good person every time you told me you'd kill my cat or leave my dog at the pound? Were you a good person when you sold Ben to be eaten, knowing that I loved him? Were you a good person when you made me read "A child called It" and told me that you'd start doing the things in that book to me if I didn't behave? Were you a good person every time you told my father I was a liar whenever I tried to tell him what you were doing to me? Were you a good person when you told me I wasn't worth the cost of being alive? Were you?

Fuck you, Mom! Keep your fucking money! A necklace on the nightstand isn't enough. A trinket can't heal years and years and years of abuse and hurt. You can't hide these scars under dollar bills. I hope you die alone. I know I probably will, but I don't even care anymore. I lost the ability to care thanks to you. You can't make up for the things you did and the things you didn't say now. Too little, too late!

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Can I request an angaty/fluff with Sunwoo? I don't have a specific scenario in mind, so just do what comes to your mind. I'm fine with anything~!

Yes, of course you can! But ah that's so not specific, I feel like I'll mess up ㅠㅠ Also, this took so so long, I'm sorry

Well, for Sunwoo I'm in the mood for a candy shop, don't ask why because I've got no idea lol

Summary: You're supposed to be helping out in Eric's candy shop but you start fighting (for a while because we know this boy is stubborn) and then cutely make up.

I ain't a snitch - The Boyz Kim Sunwoo

You made your way back into the your best friend's shop after quickly petting a customer's dog outside right by the door. You smiled at the customer as you made your way back and saw Eric standing in front of the counter.

-How am I supposed to leave and just trust you when you get distracted that fast? - he laughed and you both made you're way to the back of the store.

-Hey! I ain't a kid, yeah? I'll have to resist my nature. - you sighed dramatically. - And Sunwoo's coming over in a bit anyway.

-Ick, you're gonna get all loving and scare all my clients away. - he scrunched his nose and grabbed his winter coat.

-I wished we could. - you whispered following him back to the front.

-What? - he stopped and turned around to glare at you.

-But we can't! We can't, I know! - you pushed him while blushing.

-Yeah, not just here but anywhere you haven't been dating for long. - he chuckled and finally left.

You wandered around the shop for a while, sporadically moving a couple boxes to make things look nicer and make sure Eric was paying you for some work. It was 2 pm on a Thursday so there wasn't really anyone coming in to order anything.

Sunwoo arrived about 15 minutes after Eric left. You heard the door opening while you were checking the cupboards behind the counter so you quickly turned around with a polite smile that grew wider at the sight of your boyfriend. You made you way to him with small jumps but noticed his serious expression and stopped midway.

-Was it you? - he asked, voice harsh.

-Well, hello to you too, honey. - you didn't laugh, you just didn't want to take the attitude.

-Don't play dumb, could you? - he sighed, eyes getting slightly glossy.

-What? What's all this about? - you asked, confused, finally going in front of him.

-I know you are not stupid so please just explain. - he rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

-Explain what? - you crossed your arms, frowning at the way his voice was getting too loud for your liking.

-Someone's been telling everyone about my injury. - he seemed to demand and apology.

-And you think it was me? - you got really hurt just by the accusation, you'd never do something like that behind his back.

-Well, there isn't any much more people that know about it and would put my health before my will and my job. - he looked back at you, glaring and growling.

-You don't get to scream at me, less at my job because children constantly come here, first of all. Second of all, do you want me to feel sorry for worrying about you? And lastly, I literally could not, you idiot. - you went back to the other side of the counter.

-I know it's in your nature to be annoyingly caring and cute but I literally made you promise you wouldn't tell anyone. - he huffed lowering his voice just a little.

-You deaf? I could not do it, it's actually impossible, Sunwoo. - you sighed while organizing the transparent plastic boxes.

-What kind of excuse is that? - he raised his voice again. - You ain't even defending yourself, don't treat me like a crazy child.

-Eric threw my phone in the pool last week and I just came back from my parent's place this morning, does any of that mean anything to you? I didn't even know Eric was leaving today, I'm just glad I made it on time to help him. - you accidentally used too much strength and slammed a box on the table, making a jar of small chocolate bears fall off the table.

-Wait, what? - he grabbed the jar but the treats still fell on the ground.

-So you didn't even realize I was gone for a whole week when we haven't been dating for even three? That's so nice, love. - you ironically mocked him and started picking up the bearshaped chocolates.

-I was injured, thought you were trying to keep the secret and had my phone stolen by my mom... She said you called, tho. - he stood by your side without moving.

You stayed silent while getting the bears back into the jar. You had no idea why his mother lied, maybe she was the one that told everyone, maybe she didn't want him to think you forgot about him. You didn't know what you were supposed to do after that either.

-Hey. - he softly called after a while. - I still haven't checked you were saying the truth but... Just get up. The chocolate's melting and making a mess on your hands, plus it's been on the floor, we can't sell that. - he placed a hand on your shoulder.

-You think I don't know? I just don't want everyone seeing the mess I made.

-Go get cleaned up, I'll take care of this. - you stared up at him, wondering how mad he still was. - If you want things to be done right, do them yourself, right?

You rolled your eyes and quickly got up as he was getting some wet tissues. You were offended, you explained and he was still treating you badly. The tension between the two of you while you waited for people to came into the shop was unbearable.

-Why don't you just sit down, you're too affected, you're not doing things right. - he softly caressed you back, pushing you to a chair while his voice was bitter.

-I'm not the one that started the fight. And I didn't think you'd realize I was doing something since you don't know seem to mind my presence or absence. - you pushed his arm and went back to cleaning the table.

-My secret got out and you're the one getting mad? If you want me to help you out here maybe you should stop trying to put the blame on me, hon.

-I told you it wasn't me, and if you're just gonna push and boss me around while criticizing everything I do maybe I don't want that kind of help. - you snapped turning around to glare at him.

-So, if I call your number right now your bag ain't gonna sound? Let me doubt that when Haknyeon called you this morning. - he left the room and came back with his phone.

-He called Younghoon, who was with me, to talk with me, but my phone's still dead, I'm getting it back once my shift is over, jerk. - you crossed your arms and waited for him to press call.

-Oh, who's this? We just finished repairing this device but we can tell the owner you called if you want to leave a message. - a voice ask timidly through the speaker.

-That means nothing, - he ended the call without answering the poor employee. - I don't know how long it's been broken.

-Why are so stubborn? - you lowly growled back. - There's no one coming in here today, you can just leave, Sunwoo.

-I'm not leaving if you're going "Sunwoo" as if I was wrong. - he sighed and pointed behind you. - And look, that seems like a future customer to me.

You both ran to the cash register and fought to welcome the little girl that once again dragged his father into Eric's shop.

-Yeah, and then I'll get married by the beach. - she jumped up and down while holding his father's hand before looking up at you two. - See? Like them. Choco-owner and the boyfriend look so good together, such luck. - she pointed at you and pouted, playing with her skirt just a little.

-Yeah, I know. Choco-worker here is so lucky, right? - he immediately softened at the sight of your small friend and suddenly back hugged you tightly, pressing his face against your cheek.

-I meant you, sir. - she chuckled and got closer, standing on her tiptoes and holding onto the counter. - You're so lucky! Chocky's really pretty and even when everyone's trying to flirt they always get dumped, that's love. Oh! And I've missed you so much this past week, by the way. - she reached up to hold your hands and almost fell so she went back by her father.

-Aww, you noticed sweetheart? - you left Sunwoo and kneeled down in front of the little girl.

-Of course! I'm also sorry other Choco-owner broke your phone. - she looked down at the floor while playing with your hands. - Oh! But he'll make it up to you, I know uncle. - she smiled at you looking up again.

You greeted her father and they bought the usual, her favorite gummy bears, and you, of course, gave her a free lollipop. Sunwoo was quiet and you keep glancing at him and smirking, he just frowned and looked away whenever you made eye contact.

-So... Mr. Kim, got something to say? The cat got your tongue? You've been awfully quiet and pouting nonstop. - you grinned while getting back to the counter after bidding goodbye to the customers at the door.

-She wouldn't lie, would she? - he scratched the back of his neck and you shook you head. - And that's too specific for it to be her not knowing what she's talking about, right?

-I still don't think she actually knows, Eric probably lied about what he did to my phone but... Yeah, she hasn't seen me and she's been told about my phone long ago, that much is pretty obvious. - you laughed a little and rolled your eyes.

-You look so good like this, tho. - he smiled fondly at you, playing with the chair in front of him.

-I know... You're just not going to apologize, right? How did I fall for someone like this? - you crossed your arms and smirked playfully.

-Yeah, okay, at the end it wasn't true, but what were the chances? - he pointed one finger at you getting slowly closer.

-Yeah... If I could I probably would have told your boss, I've gotta give you that. - you chucked, taking a step back once he reached your side.

-Fine, I'm sorry, let me hold you... I missed you, yeah? - he blushed and pulled you into a hug to hide his face against you.

-Make it up to me. - you whispered and he pulled away a little to give you a confused stare. - I'm not saying you're wrong, let's not fight again, just- give me a compliment, the apology was too short, mhm? - you gave him your best puppy eyes.

-Uh? I... Well... You're so good with kids, - he smiled again and pecked your cheek before continuing. - maybe we should have our own.

-Our own child?! When we haven't been dating for even a month? - you blushed and pushed him away.

-I meant we could open our own candy shop. - he laughed at your flustered state.

-Well, you should have said so! I was having a mental breakdown! - you threw your hands in the air when the door opened, making you jump back against Sunwoo in surprise.

-What's going on here? - Eric made his way in with a couple bags.

-We're not being overly affectionate, Eric, we're making up. - Sunwoo stepped in front of you and raised his arms. - And now that I think about it, you should have told me that- he stepped closer to Eric faking anger.

-I mean there's a jar missing you overpaid slaves! - Eric pushed Sunwoo to get past him and to the counter, pointing to where the jar was. - I can't take a break here. - he sighed.

You closed the shop and had the fast food Eric bought and brought in the bags for dinner. You told Eric everything that happened while he was gone while you ate.

-No way! Are you dumb? Are you even dating? - Eric stop eating and dramatically opened his eyes wide.

-Don't mess with my boyfriend! - you slapped his arm while laughing.

-I was talking about you both! - he teased sticking out his tongue.

#I have other 10 drafts #All about different people lol #Hopefully something else will be out this week #You can always still request tho #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #the boyz #the boyz fanfic #the boyz reactions #tbz reactions #tbz x reader #tbz fluff #tbz sunwoo imagines #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo scenarios #the boyz sunwoo imagines

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years

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Crush [Pokémon]

[Steven Stone x Female! Reader]

Inspired by: Crush - David Archuleta

Note: I decided to upload my works from both Quotev and Wattpad here. Hope ya’ll don’t mind :) And I hope ya’ll enjoy this (bc Steven Stone is my husband -///w///-)

Warning: none

[Y/N] groaned as she entered her apartment with exhaustion written in her face, it was a tiring day for the young lady. Constantly getting told to do this and that and this and that, constantly running around to do some errands for her stupid boss and getting told off for not doing her job right. It's just not her day today. She sighed as she removes her shoes and leaves it on the welcoming mat near her door, as she groggily stomped her way in her apartment. It was a relatively small apartment but a shelter nonetheless. It has a kitchen, dining table, living room, bathroom and bedroom. And it fits with her daily salary so win-win.

[Y/N] plopped down on her [F/C] couch as she laid down on one of the cushions, face plat on it. And then she screamed at it, getting rid of her frustration easily. Then she hears her PokeNav vibrating on her bag. She looks up to look at the time, only to see it's quarter to midnight already. She groaned once again. "Who the hell is calling me this late?!" Catty, Delcatty, purred as she jump to sit with her master. "Hey Catty." [Y/N] greeted while petting Catty on the head, which made the cat-like Pokemon purr more. With one hand, she rummaged her bag for her PokeNav and once found, pulled it out. She didn't bother to check her caller's ID as she pressed the green button and put it on her ear.

"Hello, who is this so I'll know who to murder tomorrow." "That's one way to say hello." [Y/N] jumped when she heard a familiar laughter coming from the PokeNav, and feeling her heart jumping from her chest. "S-Steven?! H-Hey!" [Y/N] laughed weakly, now embarrassed that she told her childhood friend that. "Hey to you too, [N/N]."

[Y/N] and Steven were childhood friends, having met accidentally on Meteor Falls. They were on a Journey at that time, and coincidentally bumped into each other. Catty was still a Skitty back then, and wanting to evolve it must've been the reason why [Y/N] was there in the first place, looking for a Moon Stone. Ever since then, they've been close friends. You can say they were rivals, though [Y/N] never participated in the League challenge. Now that Steven was the current Champion of Hoenn and [Y/N] starting to work, they've hardly talk anymore. So [Y/N] was surprised to have received a call from Steven so late in the night where they're supposed to be sleeping.

"What's up? Why'dya call this late?" [Y/N] asked as she brings her knees up and hug them with one arm, while the other held her PokeNav to her ear. Catty curled up beside her and fell asleep. She hears Steven humming on the other side. "I don't really know. I just have this sudden urge to hear your voice." [Y/N] feels her face heating up from Steven's blunt statement. If her heart was beating rapidly awhile ago, now it's beating thrice as much than normal that [Y/N] thought it's gonna burst out of her chest.

"W-Wha--?" "Besides.. we haven't been talking to each other for a while now... and.. I just miss your company." "I swear Steven if your doing this purposely, I'll go there and kill you myself" [Y/N] took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, before smiling. "I also miss talking with you, Steven." The other line went silent, which worried [Y/N], thinking she must've said something wrong. What she doesn't know is that Steven was dying of heart attack from the other side. "H-Hello..? Steven? You still there?" Steven snapped out of trance as he hears [Y/N]'s voice from his PokeNav. He shakily took a deep breath before answering his crus-- friend.

"Sorry. I thought I saw something." Steven lied while staring at the view from the window of his office. He's been doing paperwork for a while now, and he needed a break. Then he remembered [Y/N] and decided to call her, and suddenly remembering that its quarter to midnight when he click her number. He actually prayed to Arceus that [Y/N] was still awake or else he might feel the wrath of the woman again. He learned his lesson, he swear, he just forgot from the fatigue building inside of him. "Oooooh. Is it a ghost?" Steven chuckled as he shake his head. "Nah. I'm just seeing things."

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"You did what?" [Y/N] laughed along with Steven as he told her a story between what happened to the dinner of the Elite 4. It turns out it became eventful as Steven watches it unfold while eating his food. It started out simple and fine, no chaos. But Sydney and Phoebe started fighting about something and started throwing food at one another, but it seems like one hit Glacia. And the fight started. Drake also joined in as food were thrown everywhere. "I'm serious! I was merely enjoying my food while they fight." Steven laughed as [Y/N] giggle.

Soon it became silent for the two of them, neither speaking. You can even hear the background noises. Steven took a deep breath, it’s now or never. “Say... [N/N].” Steven called with a shaky smile. [Y/N] hummed in response, letting the platinum-haired man know that he has her attention. “What if.. you have a crush on somebody.. but you don't know what to how to tell them?” Crack. That was all [Y/N] could hear. The cracking sound of her breaking heart, as she lets out a shaky laugh.

“W-Wow! Y-You? Having a crush? What a surprise!” [Y/N] feigned surprise as she feels her eyes getting blurry. She could hear Steven laughing on the other side. “I-Is that so surprising?” [Y/N]’s [E/C] betrayed her as a tear came out and began rolling down her cheek. She swiftly wipe it as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. What she didn’t know however is that Steven could feel something was wrong with [Y/N].

“[N/N]? Are you alright?” Steven asked, worried about his friend. [Y/N] forced a smile on her face, even though Steven couldn’t see her. “I-I’m fine.” She reassured him, well, tried to atleast. Steven knew she was lying but decided to shrug it off. “Y-You just got to go with it. If that girl doesn’t like you, then she i-isn’t worth it.” [Y/N] responded to Steven’s question. “I-I gotta go. I need to sleep. Bye Steven.” [Y/N] simply said. Before Steven could protest though, she already hung up.

[Y/N] threw her PokeNav to the table in front of her and hugged her knees closer to her chest, bursting into tears while doing so. “I-I should be happy! W-Why the hell am I crying for?” She whined as she used her sleeve to wipe away the tears overflowing from her eyes. But as she wipe them, more tears came. Catty woke up from [Y/N]’s cries as she puts her paws on her thighs and whined her name to get her masters attention. [Y/N] looks at her with a pained look on her face, which Catty returns with a concerned face.

“O-Oh Catty. I’m a horrible person..” [Y/N] trailed off as she hiccups and sniff. Catty whined her name as she tries to comfort [Y/N] the best she could.

Meanwhile with Steven. Steven stared at his PokeNav, which was beeping, signalling that his friend hang up on him. He frowned deeply as corncern and worry overtook his face, his fatigue long gone now. “What happened to you, [N/N]?” Steven whispered as he stuffed his PokeNav into his pockets and standing up. He grabbed his jacket from the rolling chair and put it on. The only thing in his mind is [Y/N].

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“[N/N]? Are you in there? It’s me, Steven! Open up!”

[Y/N] groaned as she blocks out the noise, not wanting anyone in her apartment just yet. It seemed like [Y/N] fell asleep while crying. Steven, who was outside of her door, frowned when he didn't hear anyone inside the apartment. He's been here for quite a while now, constantly knocking and calling for her. One neighbor opened their door to see what was the noise all about, which Steven sheepishly explained. Steven tapped his foot repeatedly on the concrete floor beneath him while eyeing the door. "[N/N]! Open the door!" Steven called for the sixth time now, getting annoyed.

When [Y/N] still didn't open her door, he sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead. "I'm so sorry, [N/N] for doing this but since your not opening your door.. I have no choice." Steven mumbled as he brought out a familiar looking red-and-white capsule from his pocket. He pressed the button on the middle and it became the size of a tennis ball. "Come on out, Metagross." Steven called as he threw the Pokeball upward and out came the familiar Steel-type Pokemon. It made a noise, similar to a wondering sound. Probably curious why its been let out. Steven smiled apologetically at it.

"Sorry to disturb you, Metagross. But do you mind using Psychic to open the door? [N/N]'s not answering the door, I'm afraid." Steven explained to the Steel-type Pokemon. "This is actually invasion of privacy but it must be done." Steven mentally gulped as Metagross obeyed Steven and started using Psychic on [Y/N]'s door. After a few minutes, it opened. This made Steven grin. He turned to Metagross. "Thank you very much, Metagross. Have some rest." After he said that, he returned Metagross to its Pokeball. Steven put the Pokeball back to his pocket as he entered [Y/N]'s apartment.

"[N/N]? Sorry to intrude but you weren't answering so I had Metagross to use Psychic on your door.. Hope you don't mind." "OF COURSE I WOULD MIND! THIS IS AN INVASION OF PRIVACY STEVEN!!" [Y/N] mentally screamed when she heard footsteps coming near. [Y/N] pretended to sleep as she felt Steven's gaze on her. Steven sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. Steven stared at her sleeping face, now noticing dark bags under her eyes. He frowned at this as he crouch down to level her face. He lifts his hand to run his thumb underneath her eyes, which made her (accidentally) flinch. Steven quickly drew his hand, afraid that he might've woken her up. But he saw she's still sleeping, he sighed in relief, still not noticing that she's awake the entire time.

Steven stared at her face with a deep thinking face as he watch her breath, not creepy at all (-_-). He sighed as he ran his hand over his hair once again before settling on the back of his neck. "Why did you react like that over the phone?" Steven mumbled, whether he's really asking her or talking to himself, [Y/N] doesn't know. She just remain sleeping. Catty woke up when Steven entered, she went away to give her master and Steven alone time (I swear Delcatty is more aware of their situation--). He took a deep breath. "Why did you react when I asked you about me liking someone?"

[Y/N] was internally panicking in her mind, and trying to calm her still beating heart. BUT her nose pick up something that it made her sneeze. This made Steven jump in surprise, while [Y/N] is more embarrassed than ever. "WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME NOSE?! YOUR MY PARTNER! YOUR A PART OF ME FOR ARCEUS' SAKE!!" She then heard Steven chuckle. "Cute." Steven whispered, which made [Y/N] open her eyes. "What?"

Now this made Steven jump in surprise, he practically stood up while staring at [Y/N], with wide-eyed and mouth agape. "Y-Y-You're--?!" [Y/N] sweatdropped as she sheepishly laughed. She made a surprise motion with her hands. "Surprise!" She announced weakly. Steven stared at her before heating up. "D-Did you h-hear what I s-said?!" [Y/N] looks away, which is enough for Steven to realize that she was aWAKE THE ENTIRE TIME. "W-W-WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?" Steven couldn't help screaming while asking, more embarrassed than her. [Y/N] sheepishly laughed. "I..."

Steven sighed as he took a deep breath, effectively calming himself down. He stared at [Y/N]'s [E/C] eyes before looking away. Both of them were covered in silence as neither talked, probably too embarrassed at this point. Steven broke the silence with a cough, whether to get her attention or clearing his throat, [Y/N] doesn't know. But it made her snap to the flustered Stone. She quirk her brow at his odd behavior, almost like a lovesick puppy.

"Y-You said over the phone that I should... be front about my feelings.. c-correct?" Steven nervously said as [Y/N] tilted her head before hesitantly nodding her head. Her mind conjuring all kind of scenarios, none of them with Steven returning her feelings though. He took a deep breath before weakly smiling at her. "T-Then.. would you like to b-be my date for the upcoming Champion's ball?" "Oh? Sureee.... wait... date?!" [Y/N] screamed the last part as Steven sheepishly nodded his head.

[Y/N] froze, blinking once, twice, thrice.. Before gasping, face overheating and staring at Steven with a shock expression on her face. This action made Steven think that she doesn't return his feelings, as he smiled sadly. "I-It's okay if you don't agree though.. I understand.." Steven trailed off while looking away from her. [Y/N] stared at him, her mind unable to understand his words yet. When her mind finally caught up, her eyes became blurry as tears started pouring out of them.

Steven's head snapped to her when he heard her sniffle, only finding her in a crying mess. Did his confession be THAT bad?! Steven quickly went to her side and gather her form in his arms. He rubbed her back in a soothing matter as he comfort her. "Are you alright, [N/N]?" [Y/N] then started laughing in delight, which made Steven confused. "Actually, better question is, is your mind okay?" Steven rephrased, now fearing his friend's sanity. She shook her head as she drew back from Steven's warm hug. She has a big smile on her face and affection and adoration dancing in her eyes. Steven could feel his heart beating more rapidly than before, and feels his face heating up. "Of course I'll go with you to the ball, Steven." She laughed. This made Steven hug her with a huge smile also present in his face, laughing alongside her. "Oh Arceus! You don't know how my heart stopped at that moment." [Y/N] hugged him back as her laughter became giggles, before stopping entirely.

"I-I-I thought.. you liked.. May." [Y/N] asked, now remembering why she thought Steven didn't like her. Steven furrowed his brows. "May? She has a crush on Brendan though.." Steven stated, remembering the cheery brunette girl. [Y/N] was now embarrassed, not realizing that the cute brunette girl has a crush on the Gym Leader's son. "Ah.. is that so.."

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"Who knew that this started with a crush.." [Y/N] laughed as she and Steven enjoyed the view from Mossdeep Space Station, watching a meteor shower together. It's been a 2 years since they've started dating, and became official. Now, [Y/N] was living with Steven in Mossdeep and Steven now being the Devon Corporations new president, after his father retired due to old age. Wallace managed to beat Steven, effectively gaining the title of the new Champion. Steven would admit that he was saddened at the fact that he wouldn't be a Champion anymore, but he was glad that Wallace beat him though. It means spending more time with his precious girlfriend. Steven laughed alongside [Y/N] as she cuddled beside him.

"We were like teenagers in love." Steven chuckled, [Y/N] laughed even more at what he said. After their laughter died down, plastered on their face was a content look with a smile. "Hey.. do you mind getting off me for a second?" [Y/N] pouted at this as she complied and move away from Steven. "I'm not heavy!" "Says who?" Steven snickered as [Y/N] hit his arm while glaring at him and huffing, returning her gaze at the sky. Now that she's distracted, Steven quickly grabs the velvet box from his coat. It's now or never after all..

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mistaeq · 4 years

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Caught in his fangs, freed in his claws.

Chapter 11.

CHAPTER 1 HERE

TW // blood will be implied, kinda non-con relationship, vampires, werewolves, spooky things.

DISCLAIMER! EVERY IMAGE IN THIS FIC IS EDITED BY ME AND MATCHES THE DESCRIPTIONS IN THE FANFIC.♡ Feedback and interactions are appreciated !!

Lord Higashikata x neutral!reader / Butler Nijimura x neutral!reader [depends on your choices <3]

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

Last question was: As you looked at him struggling, you knew there was only a thing to do. You would have...

a) ...helped him to stand up. You couldn't look at someone struggling without helping.

b) ...been careful and waited for him to stand up, to see if he was really harmless.

IF YOU CHOSE ANSWER A: As you looked at him struggling, you knew there was only a thing to do. You would have helped him to stand up. You couldn't look at someone struggling without helping. So, you slowly approached the groaning guy, as he kept on failing in standing up. Had someone thrown him out of the room at the end of the corridor? Was he Higashikata Josuke? No way, nobody would have ever thrown the Count out of a room, it was probably the contrary. Either way, he had to be helped. You stepped right in front of him, as he froze, probably hearing you. But didn't pull up his head. You were sure you heard him... sniffing?

You lowered yourself on your knees, and gently grabbed his shoulders, to help him stand up. But, unexpectedly, he pulled back, and almost... barked? What kinda creature had you bumped into? Is this a person? A wolf? A... werewolf? All you knew, was that in front of you, a grey skinned, angry guy with golden, shining fangs was growling or something. Taking a better look at his face, he wasn't ugly at all. His eyes had something, something not human, a longer pupil on the vertical poles, rounded by a blue, shaded hue. "I apologize, I didn't mean to scare you", you said, bringing both your hands on your heart, symbolizing your honesty. "I'm Y/n L/n. Lord Higashikata's future spouse..."

IF YOU CHOSE ANSWER B: As you looked at him struggling, you knew there was only a thing to do. You would have been careful and waited for him to stand up, to see if he was really harmless. So, you stood there, carefully staring at the groaning guy, as he kept on failing in standing up. Had someone thrown him out of the room at the end of the corridor? Was he Higashikata Josuke? No way, nobody would have ever thrown the Count out of a room, it was probably the contrary. Either way, you had to be careful about him. He started crawling right towards you, as he suddenly froze, probably hearing you trembling at the sight. But didn't pull up his head. You were sure you heard him... sniffing?

You lowered yourself on your knees, and gently tapped on his head, to see if he would have let out any reaction. And, unexpectedly, he leaned into your touch, and softly... barked? What kinda creature had you bumped into? Is this a person? A wolf? A... werewolf? All you knew, was that in front of you, a grey skinned, weird guy with golden, shining fangs was being petted by you or something. Taking a better look at his face, he wasn't ugly at all. His eyes had something, something not human, a longer pupil on the vertical poles, rounded by a blue, shaded hue. "I guess this doesn't mean anything dangerous", you said, pulling your hand back and slightly smiling. "I'm Y/n L/n. Lord Higashikata's future spouse..."

You saw his eyes grow darker and and darker after every second you told him so. Sure, sure thing, he thought. Obviously the first virgin betrothed of Lord Higashikata had to be this... handsome/pretty/beautiful. "Y/n L/n..." he repeated. "We've been waiting for you. Josuke can't wait to see you, master/mistress." the boy slightly bowed with his head, standing up to bow to you properly. "I apologize profusely for what you just had to witness. Nijimura Okuyasu, at your service." You felt your cheeks burn up, at the sight of someone bowing in front of you. He must have been the Count's servant, or maybe the butler.

"Please... please, just call me Y/n..." you begged, pushing his shoulder a little for him to stand back up straight. "I grew up in a broke family, despite my noble title. We had no servants, nor butlers. I've never been anyone's master/mistress. And I won't be yours."

"Hm?" Okuyasu's eyes widened, and he raised an eyebrow, standing back up straight. You weren't gonna order him around? "What do you meant you won't be my master/mistress? You don't want to... instantly get a drink? Be carried to Josuke's room? You won't take off your coat and shove it in my arms for me to take care of it?" Well, this was pretty new to the butler. Lord Higashikata's previous partners used to treat him like a slave since the very start, so not being ordered around by you was a surprise. He thought you could just be shy and that you would have started doing it after some days, anyway. Still, you were the most beautiful one, out of all the people the Count had bought so far. Nobody had ever looked at Nijimura without saying he looked like a monster. You shook your head.

"No, I won't. Plus, it's a little cold in here, I'd rather keep my coat on for now." you crossed your arms on yourself, to warm up your torso. You rocked back and forth on your tiptoes a little, as an awkward silence fell between the two of you. Until... he sniffed again.

"You have a great scent..." his raspy voice said, as he got closer. Really closer. Okuyasu's face was almost in the crook of your neck, as he kept on smelling your scent, and his grip on your arm as he did so, tightened. "You're really perfect, Mister/Lady L/n..." he murmured, just until you pushed a hand on his chest, trying to get him a little further from you. Compliments were appreciated, but this was running out of hand...

"Mr. Nijimura..." you whispered, to push him away without anyone to hear, so that he wouldn't have gotten into trouble. "Hey... excuse me..." you murmured, blushing and staring at his hypnotized expression, pushing against him in a way which made him stumble on his own feet.

All of a sudden, his eyes widened back, and he hid his face by turning around and showing you his back. "I'm sorry, m'lord/m'lady." Okuyasu heavily huffed, and his voice broke. "Nobody's ever been so kind to me in years... plus... tomorrow's a full moon night... and when they get close... I can't help but... I-I'm so sorry... this is an awful start..." he trembled, hoping you could understand. And you did. You understood he was probably a werewolf, and the more the days got closer to a full moon night, he had instincts getting stronger. He probably couldn't even fully control them. That was fine. He's fine.

"No need to ask for forgiveness, Nijimura." you smiled, and took a couple of steps towards him, making sure the poor butler was mentally stable. "If you wanna make up for this little inconvenience, though... would you be so kind to accompany me to the Count's room?" he stopped his trembling, and turned his head towards you, smiling. You had the occasion to look at his features a little more. His face was really angular and slightly bony, but so clean at the same time. Not a pimple, not an imperfection nor a single scar. You wondered how old was he, but considering werewolf don't live eternally like vampires do, he was probably in his genuine early twenties.

"I'd be honored to." Okuyasu said, knocking at the room's door, which was exactly behind him. "I got thrown back in the corridor because I brought my Lord the wrong blood glass. It's not like I'm a submersible or something, so when the cook's not in the kitchen, I have to choose the correct blood myself."

"A submersible...? You maybe mean a... sommelier?" he considered your correction, with the most confused expression ever. You giggled, trying to make up an excuse to hide the amount of goosebumps the thought of someone drinking human blood had given you.

"Yeah, right! I meant that one." he exclaimed, knocking at the door again, but louder. He was the only one who could afford doing something like that without being killed, someway. Everyone was afraid of the Count, and he was, too. Higashikata had just understood that his butler had some issues with being quiet. Still, he was a good butler. No point in firing him or better, killing him.

"You better have a good reason to knock back at my room after you messed my order up." you felt your legs grow weaker. Was that your future husband's voice, coming from the inside of the room? The old man? But... it sounded so young and soft. Maybe... being a vampire, his appearance stayed young and fresh.

"Is your betrothed enough of a good reason, milord?" Nijimura asked, smiling at you, to probably reassure you about the fact that everything would have gone properly. But as you got closer and felt his hand on your shoulder, you noticed he was shaking. Bringing the Count's new "purchases" to his room was a job he never liked to do, on a basis. But this felt way different. He was gonna give to Lord Higashikata a 18 year old, a virgin, a pure soul. Who treated him well and respected him the best. He... "I'll stay in the room until he'll let me, Y/n. It'll all be okay." Okuyasu whispered so quietly you barely heard him. But you had heard him, and that warmed your heart.

"Come in." the warm voice of the one who was, effectively, the man you would have had to marry, invited you to get in his room. Luckily, as he promised, Okuyasu got in along with you, too. He probably wouldn't have left you alone with Lord Higashikata. Not yet, at least. Unless Josuke ordered so... he wouldn't have been able to disobey. You saw him... and your breath hitched. He wasn't old at all. He was so young, and his skin, apart from the paleness, was as smooth and clean as porcelain. He almost looked like a doll, sitting on his armchair as he stared at you and the butler entering his room. "Look at you..." he commented, his greedy eyes running over you. "Take a seat." a seat?

"There's no more seats..." you murmured, looking around the room to find something to sit on to not to upset him on your first meeting. It was better to start in a good way, if you would have had to spend your life with this man. But nothing looked like something to sit on.

"There is, if you're creative enough." Josuke grinned, staring as you understood and took a seat on his lap, not without thinking about it twice or more. His thighs were thick, and he had a pleasing scent all over him. You could tell he was a man who cared about his appearance and qualities. A man who knew was worth a lot for his beauty, but not too much for his soul. He never cared about his soul to be purified, though. "Good..." you felt his hand creeping up your back, caressing your waist. Then, his gaze moved back up. "Give me the glass I left on the windowsill and tell your new master/mistress how we do it here." At this words of his, your gaze ran towards Okuyasu, who slightly bowed with his head and walked to the windowsill.

"So... hope you slept at home, because you have many hours ahead of you before you can get back to sleep." how could you know you would have gotten to be married to a vampire? You would have slept back at home, it's known that vampires' day start at night. "Plus, I hope you'll get used to the food." The butler added, grabbing Josuke's half full glass from the windowsill. "Our chef does his best for it to be good for someone who's not used to bloody food at all. You'll get used to it, hopefully..." he grinned, then his eyes widened. "...Have you ever tried eating rabbits? Like... alive? I can even eat humans, on full moon nights... teehee..." Okuyasu hummed, as he licked on his golden fangs, his gaze not abandoning yours. His eyes had clearly something wrong right now. Something... way more animalistic? Not to mention, the velvet, crimson glove he had on a single hand was stretching, as if he wanted to do something with that hand. He was so lively, apart from the disgusting question, it made you nervously giggle.

The Count punched his armrest. "Shut it, Nijimura. You're scaring my slut." ...and Lord Higashikata didn't like your giggling, apparently. Slut, this is how he had called you? You didn't want to be his slut... he had called you a master/mistress, just like him, what was up with the slut thing? Obviously, you didn't really want to have the power to give orders to people like a true master/mistress, it was just... the contradiction. In response to Josuke's pissed off attitude, the butler gave out a smile.

"You always get all the fun away, m'lord." Okuyasu sweetly winked at you, before he left the wine - probably blood, since he had talked you about bringing the Count the wrong blood to drink - glass in Josuke's hand. "Also, I'm pleased to see that despite my drinking choice wasn't so accurate, you're gonna have it anyway. If, instead, you're not satisfied with my services and plan on throwing me out of your room some other times, allow me to suggest your highness drinking the blood directly from the victim like normal vampires do." What the actual fuck. Was he allowed to say such things, as a butler?

"Thank god, I have my future spouse on my lap and no will to stand up and kill you." the Count threatened, clenching his teeth.

As Nijimura huffed and gained his static position back, Lord Higashikata caressed your thigh once again, but all the time, you couldn't help, but feel uncomfortable. As if you knew that the same hands which were caressing you, had killed many other people before you, but everyone kept on claiming you were, someway, different. That he wouldn't have killed you. But you weren't so sure, about it. After he would have gotten your virginity away, you would have been a normal person. Why would he even consider marrying you, unless he wanted to have sex with you after marriage only. You had no clue. "Kiss me now, we're engaged, so you have to prove me your love." Which love did you have to prove, if you felt nothing towards him? What was this situation? What to do...

He was waiting for your kiss. Deep, red, and intense eyes were staring at you, and Okuyasu's presence made it even worse. But you couldn't waste any more time. You leaned in and...

a) ...kissed Josuke in an uncertain way, making unwillingly clear to him how uncomfortable you felt with it.

b) ...passionately kissed Josuke, using all of your acting talent, hoping he would believe your sudden behavior was true.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #diamond is unbreakable #jojo part four #higashikata josuke #nijimura okuyasu #josuke x reader #okuyasu x reader #kujo jotaro #hirose koichi #halloween fic #halloween

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Scare

Word Count 3k

Warnings: slight angst, heavy fluff

The day after your father's attempt to end your life, you finally gave your best friend a proper burial. You and her mother wept the entirety of that day which you knew was bound to happen. You lost Thyra and you can never bring her back, but her mother informed you continuously that it was not your fault. But deep down, you will always feel a sense of guilt because the man that took her life was none other than your own father. Nonetheless, she is in a better place and is having the best time with the gods above, which brings you as well as her mother, some comfort to this tragedy. After Thyra was buried, her mother went back to Wessex, but not without having this conversation with you:

Helga "Thank you, Y/n. The burial was beautiful."

"Mmm, I am glad that I could do that for her. She did not deserve this." You began to cry again.

Helga "No she didn't, but in the end, she died for what she felt was the right thing to do."

"I would much rather have her here than her gone, Helga. She did not have to sacrifice herself-"

Helga "Your father didn't give her that chance. He killed her because she never left your side. She loved you, she still loves you."

You sniffle, "I loved her all the same. She was my sister, even if we weren't blood, she was always my sister." She nods and wipes a tear off of your cheek.

Helga "And you were hers, my sweet girl."

"Well on the plus side of life as we know it, the king is dead and Wessex will be safe again."

Helga "Oh, that is wonderful isn't it?" You nod, "But who will rule the kingdom?" You still have not thought of the concept because of all of the chaos, so you do not know what to say to her.

"I-For right now, I would like for you to gather a list of good men and women that you think will suit for being in charge, and send me the list. Once I have the letter, I will return to Wessex and give the final decision."

Helga "In charge?"

"Exactly. You see, they will not be a king nor a queen but the kingdom needs a sense of guidance and leadership in order to stay a kingdom." She nods, "But I will return every chance I get to check on everyone, especially you Helga." She smiles, "And as for a king or queen, my daughter will be queen of Wessex when she is of age."

Helga "Oh Y/n, that is so wonderful!"

You smile, "Yes. But my ruling is beside my husband. Wherever he is, I am. Ivar is the king of Kattegat, therefore I am the queen of Kattegat."

Helga "I understand."

"So, when the time comes, my daughter will rule with honor and dignity."

Helga "And so she shall."

"Now, you get home safely, yes?"

Helga "Yes. Thank you again sweetheart."

"You are so welcome." You hug and say your goodbyes.

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Five Days Later…

Ivar has sent a letter to the prince of Kiev to ask for his approval of traveling to visit. It is only a waiting game as of now.

Hvitserk "He is just going to love you, Y/n."

"Oh yeah?"

Hvitserk "Yes. He is a sucker for beauty such as yours." He caresses your cheek, making you blush.

Ivar "Yes but this time, I will be going there with my own queen." He smiles.

"A very pregnant queen, at that." You say as you rub your growing belly and sigh because you feel huge. You still have a few months to go before your little goddess joins the world but you think to yourself, 'how am I going to get any bigger than this?!'

Ivar "You are glowing, my sweet. You are more than perfect."

"Thank you, my love." He leans down and kisses your lips, "I'm just so excited to meet her."

Hvitserk "She will bring so much joy to our lives."

Ivar "Oh that is certain. As soon as she is born, she will be a new and bright, shining light in all of our lives." You smile at the thought. You and baby girl have gone through so much together and she hasn't even been born yet. She will be told stories about how strong she is and she will learn of her legacy and past ancestors. She will know all and then she will make her own story, create a wonderful life for herself, as you did.

Hvitserk stands up from sitting down on a tree stump and walks over to join his brother in eating some chicken wings. You use your belly as a table as you snack on little bits of whatever you could find. You catch Ivar just staring at you and smirking.

"What?"

Ivar "Oh nothing." Hvitserk chuckles.

"What is it? You were staring."

Ivar "What?! I cannot stare at my beautiful wife?" He shouts, making you giggle.

"But I am just eating, how can I be-"

Hvitserk "It does not matter, you are always beautiful, Y/n." You don't know what to say. They make you feel so special and so loved that you are lost for words most of the time.

"Thank you, Hvitserk." He winks at you and continues to eat. After a few minutes, Ubbe and Torvi come join you three outside, enjoying the weather. Today is the first warm day of the year which brings your heart joy and warmth.

Torvi "Uh, it is so lovely today." She says as she sits down next to you.

"It is."

Ubbe "Maybe it will melt the little snow that we have left."

"I'm sure that my dragons are enjoying this weather.." you say as you look over at them, playing with each other.

Ivar "Mm, do you remember when they experienced their first snowfall, my love?"

"Oh of course I do. They were so small." You smile at the memory, "Their eyes sparkled!"

Ivar smiles, "It was the cutest thing!"

Hvitserk "Where was I?"

"On a trade shipment with Ubbe." He nods as if he remembered.

Hvitserk "Now we have new memories with them-"

Ubbe "And many more to come, aye?!"

You smile, "They are such a blessing, aren't they?"

Torvi "A true gift from the gods, just like your daughter." She places her hand on your belly.

"Mmm." That's all you can say, really. You are just so grateful to be carrying this miracle child in your core that you can only say the bare minimum.

Ubbe "So, has Prince Oleg sent a letter yet?"

Ivar "Not yet. He will though, I am sure of it."

Hvitserk "Will you be coming with us, brother?" Ubbe looks over at Torvi and she looks saddened. She hates it when Ubbe is gone for long periods of time, and if he were to go, he would not be home for two weeks. So Ubbe thinks for a moment before answering his brother.

Ubbe "I do not think so."

Ivar "And why is that?"

Ubbe "Because I would like to stay home with my wife and children." Torvi smiles.

Ivar nods, "I see, well, will you look after Kattegat while we are away, huh?"

Ubbe "Of course." You three spend some time together before you all had to attend to your responsibilities.

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A Few Hours Later…

"Do you hear that?" Ivar looks over at where the sound is coming from and nods.

Ivar "You go inside and rest-"

You and Ivar have been helping around the village: checking in your people, feeding them and making sure of their wellbeing, while Hvitserk and Ubbe tended to the hunting. You were just about to go inside to rest your body when you heard commotion going on by your dragon's resting rock.

"No, I can rest later." You don't let him respond before you walk off and towards your dragon's. Once you see what the noise was, you were infuriated.

"Hey! They are not toys, get off of them!" To your shock, there are children attempting to get on top of your dragon's, making them very irritated.

Ivar "Aye, you four, c'mere!" Once Ivar joined your side, the kids left your dragon's alone. When the four boys got in front of you two, they could not look either of you in the eye.

"Why would you do that to them? They are not a playground."

"I am sorry, my queen." They said.

"You could have gotten seriously hurt, boys. I care for your safety, as well as my dragon's safety. So please, do not attempt to get on them anymore. Do you promise?"

"We promise." The eldest one said for the four of them.

"Right...you boys run along now." They scatter as soon as you give the order. But soon enough, their parents come to you, begging for their forgiveness.

Ivar "The only person or person's allowed on those dragon's are your queen and I."

"I understand completely, my king." The mother said, "I turned away from them for a second and-"

"They are fast kids." The father said.

"I understand, truly I do. Anything can happen in a matter of minutes or even in the matter of seconds. Your children could have gotten seriously hurt."

Ivar "It is a good thing that your queen heard them in time."

"And I am forever in your debt, my queen." The mother said.

"All I ask from you is to keep a better eye on your boys. I might not be able to come to their aid the next time something occurs."

Ivar "In fact, isn't that your job, hmm? As their parents, you two should watch over them and keep them safe, no?"

"Yes!" They both said.

Ivar "Then keep them safe by keeping them close. If those dragon's weren't kind and gentle, your children could have been eaten in seconds. Do you understand?" They nod.

"Good. Now, I suggest you inform them of what we told you."

"Of course, my queen." The father said.

"Very well, if you'll excuse me." You walk past them and towards your dragon's who are very agitated. You place your hand up for them to sniff you. Once they do, their senses calm instantly.

…

"I know, I'm here." Neith lays her head down by your feet so that you can pet her scales.

"I won't let anyone use you as their playground. Any of you." You say as you look over at your boys. They blink at you so that you know that they understand you.

"Tomorrow, we can go flying, how does that sound?" All three of them bolt their heads upwards in a playful manner.

"I will take that as a yes." You laugh. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

Ivar "Are they okay now?"

"They are. They were just confused is all."

Ivar "Mm, I could only imagine how that made them feel."

"I told them that I would fly with them tomorrow. We haven't done that in such a long time..just me and them."

Ivar nods and kisses your forehead, "Just be safe while you fly, hmm?"

"I will." He smiles and takes you inside for the both of you to rest.

As night fell, all you could think about is taking a warm bath and then placing your head on a cold pillow and falling asleep. Your feet were swollen and your legs felt like they were going to break in half so you figured that a warm bath would suffice. Therefore, you asked for a maiden to run one for you, to which she obliged.

Ivar pulls you into his side while you wait for the water to fill up. When you are in his arms, you forget all about being sore.

Ivar "A bath will help, my sweet."

"Mm, I know."

Ivar "Oh look," he looks at the entrance, "the idiot's are back."

"Hey.." he laughs.

Ivar "Sorry, I know." Hvitserk smiles as soon as he locks eyes with the mother of his daughter. He makes his way over to you and he sees how swollen you are and he frowns.

Hvitserk "Are you alright?"

"Oh I am fine. Just been on my feet for too long. The maiden's are running me a bath."

Hvitserk "Oh good." He kisses your head.

Ivar "Any big catch today, my brothers?"

Ubbe "Three deer, a few rabbits.."

Ivar "That is good. Now that it is getting warmer, more food to catch aye?"

Ubbe nods, "That is true."

"My queen, your bath is ready."

"Wonderful, thank you dear." She bows and tends to other matters. "I will be out soon."

Ivar "Do you need help getting in, my love?"

"I think that I can manage." You offer a warm smile before wobbling your way to the bathroom.

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As you undress to get into the tub, you realize how hard it is to balance by yourself. Your feet are the size of pumpkins *to you, they feel like they are* and your legs feel like they are about to go numb from the aching. You try and hurry to get yourself into the tub before you physically can't do it yourself. But in rushing, you fall short of breath and have to take a breather by the vanity. You look at yourself in the mirror and realize that this feeling is not a burden, it is a pleasure to be able carry a human within you. This calms down your breathing but you hear a knock on the door, making you hurry up to cover yourself.

"Uhm, who is it?"

Hvitserk "It is me."

"Oh, come in." When he enters, he offers a small smile.

Hvitserk "I had to come to see if you made it in safely..."

You sigh, "I am kind of glad that you did."

Hvitserk "How can I help?"

"I can't get the back of my dress." He walks over and undoes your dress and helps you into the tub without hesitation. "Thank you." Your eyes begin to close as the warmth of the water sinks into your skin and through your bones. Hvitserk kneels down and sits by the tub.

Hvitserk "Of course, kitten. I'll always be there to help you."

"And I will do the same for you, Hvitserk." He giggles, "What?"

Hvitserk "Nothing, sweetheart. You are just so sweet is all."

"I try to be. All of the time...it's draining.." you sigh as he begins to play with your hair.

Hvitserk "I know this to be true. I try to be as kind as you but sometimes it gets me nowhere.."

"I suppose I am the way I am because of my parents."

Hvitserk "That is why. Our parents shape us, but our pain and suffering strengthens us."

"You are right."

Hvitserk smiles, "Are you feeling a little better now?"

"You always make me feel better Hvitserk."

Hvitserk chuckles, "No I meant, is the bath helping you."

"Oh, yes it is. Thank gods.."

Hvitserk nods, "Good. That makes me happy, love. But, I will be outside if you need me, I am starving." He kisses your head.

"Okay." You say as you laugh. As he leaves, you can't stop smiling.

When you get out of the tub, your muscles are so relaxed that you had to force yourself to get out of the warm bath to get to your bed. You can't take the chance of falling asleep submerged in water, gods know what could have happened if you did. So without hesitation, you got out of your bath and slipped on a soft robe and made your way to the door. As you open it, Ivar is waiting for you on the bed.

Ivar "My sweet, how was your bath?"

"It was divine!"

Ivar "Mm, that is good." He smiles and then he frowns.

"Ivar, what is it?"

Ivar "Nothing Y/n, I've come to the realization that Hvitserk has not had the pleasure of your company in quite some time."

"Oh, yes I know. Just with the battle and everything, I needed to be by my husband's side at all times." He smiles and kisses your lips.

Ivar "I love you so much, do you know that?"

"I do, I know it well. I love you too, beloved." He kisses you again but more passionately, making you both moan.

Ivar "You go ahead. You can sleep with him tonight if you'd like."

"Are you certain?"

Ivar "Absolutely. I always seem to forget that that little princess in there is not truthfully mine, she is my brother's-"

"She is still your daughter, Ivar. Just in a different way."

Ivar smiles from ear to ear, "I know she is, but I have to be kind...you taught me to be kind and loving. So, yes..go be with him tonight. If you need me, you know where to find me."

"Sweet dreams, my love." You kiss him once again.

Ivar "You as well, princess." You are so happy that Ivar said those words because you were hoping to be with Hvitserk tonight. You haven't been in his arms since the night before the battle. With great haste, you made your way to Hvitserk's room. He was already in a sleep state when you opened the door and found him on his bed.

Hvitserk "Hey..is every-"

"I just wanted to be with you tonight, is that okay?" He rises from his position and opens his arms for you. You allow him to engulf you with his arms and immediately feel a sense of tranquility run through your body.

Hvitserk "I was hoping that you would be with me tonight. It's been so long."

"I know. Ivar suggested it because we have not been able too, so I was not going to refuse his offer." You laugh.

Hvitserk "I am glad that you are here, kitten." He kisses your head but you pull his face down and towards your lips. He captures them with love and affection. It feels like the very first time he ever kissed you and that feeling is one of the best feelings that you have ever experienced.

Hvitserk "I love you."

"And I love you back." He smiles and kisses you again. After a while, you both fell asleep in each other's embrace. Today had its obstacles, but it ended in a wonderful way.

@hvitserkmarcosource @youbloodymadgenius @ivarsgoddess @a-mess-of-fandoms @herestherealproblem @saldelys @heavenly1927 @conaionaru

#the battle between love and fire #alex hogh andersen #hvitserk #vikings #ivar the boneless #ubbe lothbrok #marco ilsoe #ivar the god #ivar lothbrok #hvitserk lothbrok #torvi vikings

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 73 - SBT

Here it is!

There was a knock on the van's backdoor.

"Come in, Mundy."

The Aussie pushed the door and entered.

"I'm back, luv', and I have it. Feels weird to carry a credit card for some money that's not mine… Also, how well did they pay back in France?! When the banker told me how much it was, I nearly fell off my chair!"

Mundy shut the door and turned to his lover.

"Oh, crikey…"

"How do I look…?"

Lucien had put on one of his suits again but this time, there was no tie and the shirt had been replaced with a thin woolen turtleneck. Moreover, he had tied his hair in a braid. Some of the grey, thin locks of hair at the front fell between his eyes beautifully.

"You're gorgeous."

Lucien smiled as Mundy came closer and held his waist.

"And I trimmed my beard a bit. I look odd to myself, but if you like it, I shall make a habit of this style."

Mundy turned around and touched the braid.

"Gosh, you… You're perfect… And, mmh, yeah, you're wearin' your perfume again, eh?"

"Oui, I am."

"You're really back…!" Mundy hugged his lover tightly but another knock interrupted them.

They were back in the city now for Mundy to collect Lucien's money, which was now his. Maurice had done an impeccable job and it had all gone smoothly.

"Who's that?" Mundy asked.

"Who do you think?"

Mundy and Lucien looked at each other with a smile. It was Maurice's voice.

"Hold on, mate."

Mundy exited the van, with Lucien behind him.

"Good to see you again, both of you." Maurice said and hands were shaken.

"G'day, mate."

"Merci, Maurice."

[Thanks, Maurice.]

"Quite a change of style you have gone through, L."

"Oui, it is both necessary and appreciated." Lucien's eyes went to Mundy.

"It suits you indeed. One of the boys spotted your van, M. I thought I could drop by and say hi in person."

"Sure, thanks. How's the street doin'?"

"Cold with this winter, but good. We still manage to feed everyone and bring some warmth."

"That's nice." Mundy answered.

"Oh, I nearly forgot, I have something for you, L. Here… This is your new passport, with the name that you wrote in your will."

"He didn't write any new names in his will." Mundy said, surprised.

"I did." Lucien answered and he accepted the Burgundy red document with the golden letters. "You just did not see it."

"What?" Mundy asked.

"I will explain later. But thank you very much, Maurice, as always."

"My pleasure."

"Who are my witnesses?" Lucien asked.

"Witnesses?" Mundy repeated.

"Yes, for a will to be taken seriously, it must be written and co-signed by two witnesses." Maurice answered. "I am one of them, Richard is the second."

"Did you tell him?" Lucien asked.

"I told him that Paris wanted a coffee with two sugars and a drop of milk. The next thing I knew, he was lying on the floor in his shop and both his sons were trying to wake him up." Maurice chuckled.

"Ah, I should apologise…!" Lucien answered, chuckling himself.

"No, it is fine. He was as delighted as I was when M told me. Oh and by the way, you are welcome to work with him and give a hand with the homeless of course."

"Thank you." Lucien answered. "But we have a few things to do before we can come to work, is that fine with you?"

"Absolutely, take your time and again, welcome back to the world of the living."

"Thank you."

Maurice and Lucien exchanged a nod.

"Good. I shall go back to my streets, there are mouths to feed and work to do." Maurice said. "I will see you later."

"Sure, mate, thanks for everythin', really."

"No problem."

Hands were shaken again and Maurice disappeared in the streets, melting with them like a shadow.

"So, what's the plan?" Mundy asked.

"We could go and get some lunch if you want."

"Sure, where?"

"Victoria's diner." Lucien answered and Mundy smiled and nodded.

"Alright. Let me just make sure the cats have enough to eat and drink."

"I shall take Perle and Soot with us. I will put him in Perle's old harness and leash."

"Sure."

A few minutes later, Perle was on Mundy's shoulders and Soot was trotting happily by Lucien.

"Non, Soot, sit. Très bien. We need to wait until the little man is green before we cross. Non, non, non, do not raise your hand like this and tempt the devil. You stay sat."

"Meow." Soot was trying to move forward.

"Sooty boy, watch the wifey here." Mundy put Perle down and she sat by the black cat patiently.

"There, good boy, Soot." Lucien praised him.

The light switched to green for pedestrians. Perle looked up at Mundy who started crossing and followed him. Soot copied her. He looked up at Lucien and when the man started crossing, he did the same.

A few minutes later, they arrived in front of Victoria's diner.

"You ready?" Mundy asked.

"Yes, I am. I hope she is too."

They exchanged a smile and Mundy pushed the door open.

"Hello, how may I help? Oh, hey M! And Pearl. Who's this new friend you're bringin'...?"

Lucien was a metre away, giving his back with his silver braid to them while Victoria knelt down to look at Soot.

"That's Soot, he's Pearl's hubby."

"Ooh, congrats, Pearl!" Victoria petted her and the white, fluffy cat purred. "The hubby's quite shy, eh?"

Soot was hiding behind Mundy's legs.

"Yeah, a bit." Mundy answered. "Sorry about that."

"Well at least he's not hissin'...!" Victoria chuckled. "How have you been, M? You seem so much happier than last time!"

"Not too bad, and busy, the cats got four kids together."

"Seriously? You had kittens?"

"Yeah, lots of energy they have, but they're growin' up nicely."

"Aw, that's super cute." Victoria stood up again. "Came here for some lunch?"

"Yes and no, there's uh… There's something I need to admit… Uh…" Mundy scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh? What is it?"

"Uhm, I don't know how to say that but uh… Y'know what, come and sit at the table."

Victoria sat down.

"You're not joining?" She asked.

"Well, I need to re-introduce someone to you - bloody hell that's so weird to say…" Mundy put his hands on Lucien's shoulders, who was still giving his back to Victoria.

"What d'you mean, re-introduce?"

"He means that I am back." Lucien turned and faced her as she gasped and smacked a hand in front of her mouth.

"What the fuck?! L?! Is that you?! You're dead!"

"Non, I am not. I am standing here in front of you." He opened his arms proudly.

"You piece of shit!" Victoria rose from her chair and slapped him with the towel she was carrying around repeatedly. "You! Kept me! Thinking! You! Were! Dead! For! More! Than! A! Year! You absolute! Piece! Of! Shit!"

Lucien closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest and both him and Mundy could hear muffled sobbing.

"I missed you, you arrogant idiot…"

"And I missed you too, terribly, Victoria." He kissed the top of her head as she cried against him. He could feel she was clinging to his jacket. "I am sorry to have put all of you through that. But I had no choice."

"It's worse than that, V." Mundy said, patting her back to comfort her. "He was there at his own funeral and he heard what you said."

She gasped and pulled out of the embrace, wiping her tears on the towel.

"That's just plain cheatin', L."

"Lucien."

"What?"

"My name, it is Lucien, you may call me by my name, mi niña."

[My child]

She stared up at him as if he was Jesus Christ himself.

"I missed you so much." She put a hand on her mouth.

"I know, I know, come here." Lucien led her to sit at their table on the banquette next to him. He wrapped an arm around her to comfort her and gently rocked her left and right while her tears continued to stream silently on her cheeks. She sniffed from time to time and wiped her face on her towel. Mundy went to the counter to place their order and came back, sitting on the banquette opposite them.

"So you didn't die?" She asked.

"Non."

"What happened?"

"As you now know, I worked as a spy and to escape a certain death, I had to die and wait for things to calm down before I could show myself again."

"Did you beat him up for it?" She asked Mundy.

"Nah, can't do it anymore now for some reason." Mundy chuckled.

"You should have. You're growin' soft, M. And this man…" She pointed her index on Lucien's chest, poking it and staring at it fiercely. "This man needs to be taught a lesson or two…" She then bent forward and let her head fall on Lucien's chest again. He hugged her tightly and stroked her hair.

"I apologise, Victoria, but had I done that, I would not be here today."

"You could have said. You could have written to me… You could have…" She sobbed again. "Now I need to cancel something important." She said and Lucien and Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"Cesar salad, and two fish and chips." A waiter came and put everything on the table. "You ok, V?"

"Yeah, she's cryin' cause she's happy, cheers mate." Mundy answered.

"Alright…" The waiter left them alone.

"So what is this important thing that you need to cancel because of my return? Did you have to go and have lunch with someone else?" Lucien asked.

"No…" Victoria pulled herself away from him and wiped her face again. She looked at Mundy and then at Lucien. "I'm… I'm gettin' married to my fiancé Charlie in a few months and uh… I didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle but…"

Mundy's jaw dropped and Lucien blushed intensely.

"Would you… Would you please do it for me?" She raised her red, slightly swollen eyes to him and Lucien felt hot all of a sudden with the pressure that fell on his shoulders.

"I… I would be honoured to do so but… Why me?"

"Charlie. I met him at a party and then… The reason we dated was thanks to you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you helped me with my spanish so much that I progressed enough to be in the same classes as him… That's how we then started hangin' out and all. And then the free dinners you got us for the Queen Victoria, I went there with him… It's all cause of you…"

Lucien's eyes couldn't be open wider.

"Mon Dieu…"

"As you know, I don't have a dad, so I didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle in church. I asked Joe from the corner shop to do it, to feel less lonely but… But you should be the one doin' it… So please…"

Lucien's eyes were glistening with the tears he was holding back.

"O-of course I accept, it would be my honour to do this for you, Victoria…" He pulled her in a fatherly hug and closed his eyes. "When is the wedding exactly, we need to get some new suits. Is there anything I can help with? Tell me and do not think about the money, I will get it sorted out for you, mon enfant."

[My child]

Mundy softened in a sweet smile. So that was the kind of father that Lucien was, hm?

"I should meet your fiancé. Look, let us know when and where and I shall have a chat with him. I can't let you get married to just anyone, I need to know. Where is he from? His family? Does he still have his parents, what do they work as?"

Victoria laughed in Lucien's arms.

"What? I am worried for you, Victoria. It is out of the question to just let you get married to someone you cannot properly build anything with!"

She laughed louder and pulled him into a hug.

"I missed you so much… Papa L…"

Lucien looked at Mundy with tears in his eyes.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, luv'. It's your daughter there, not mine."

"And you are my everything, Mundy, so she is your daughter as much as she is mine!"

"What?! Nah, that's not how it works! Also, when you're gonna meet the bloke, I'll just stay with the cats in the van."

"Why?"

"Remember we're two blokes, that's not exactly normal, eh?" Mundy said, feeding some bits of fish to the cats.

"Oh, don't worry about it. He knows for L and you." Victoria said.

"What?! How?! You told him?" Mundy turned as red as a brick in a flash.

"Nah, I didn't. I think most people who were at the funeral understood, M." Victoria answered.

"Ah… W-well… I mean…"

Lucien looked down at Victoria.

"Let us have some lunch and you can tell us all about this Charlie of yours, hm?"

"Yeah, thank you so much." She pushed herself to leave a kiss on Lucien's cheek. "You're the best!"

He smiled and left his arms around her shoulders.

"I am indeed."

"Lu'!"

"L!"

"Meow!"

-- Later that day --

"Where to now?" Mundy asked.

"To Richard. I need to thank him. Also, let us go to a bakery first, I need to buy something for him."

"Okay."

"Any good bakeries you would recommend, mon loup?"

[My wolf?]

"Yeah, I know one, let's go."

They walked through the streets, followed by both cats.

"Lu', look at the cats."

Lucien looked back and smiled. They were brushing themselves against each other and lacing their tails together, purring happily.

"I am happy that she found someone to pur with." Lucien said.

"Yeah, they're cute."

"I cannot help but think about how much bigger she is now… I remember when she used to fit in my hand, when she bit me on the first night we met, how she held onto my hand…"

"Nostalgic?"

"Partly."

"Partly?" Mundy asked and they stopped at a crossroad.

"Oui. Those were days where Perle was nothing but a baby but at the same time, those were days where I could only dream of approaching you."

"What? Gonna make me believe that you were shy?" Mundy smiled.

"Not shy." The light turned to green and both cats looked up at their masters. The family crossed the street.

"What then?"

"I was as scared as you were shy."

"Scared? Do I look scary?" Mundy asked and Lucien gave him one of those looks. "Nope, shush, don't answer."

Lucien smirked.

"But what were you scared of? That I'd say no?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Mundy. No one has ever said non to me so far."

The Aussie rolled up his eyes with a smile.

"Figured… But tell me, why?"

"Because I knew I was going to my death. I know what it means to lose the person that you live and breathe for, and I didn't want you to go through that."

They took a turn and the cats happily followed, still trotting on their heels.

"Well, good job, you did it anyway in the end, eh?"

"Because of you." Lucien answered.

"Me?"

"Oui. You were the one to insist that I should confess my feelings to the man I held in my heart. And here we are."

"Gonna complain?"

"Non, of course not." They chuckled and Mundy pushed the bakery door. "Go ahead, I'll wait with the cats outside."

"Fine, I won't be long."

"Okay," And as Lucien passed in front of Mundy, the Aussie murmured. "Love you, darl, you're gorgeous…"

Lucien's cheeks turned pink and his eyes brightened up.

"Moi aussi, mon loup."

[Me too, my wolf.]

Mundy stayed outside and petted the cats while waiting for Lucien and it took the Frenchman a few minutes before he exited the bakery again, a beautifully decorated bag in his hand.

"You were quick."

Lucien smirked.

"Don't give me that look, you know how long I can be in other contexts…"

Mundy's cheeks popped red.

"Lu'...!"

The Frenchman chuckled and they resumed their walk. Within minutes, they were in front of Richard's shop.

"Right, let's go."

Mundy pushed the door.

"Good afternoon gentlem- oh! L! M!"

"And the fluffy P and S." Mundy added, pointing at the cats. Richard dropped his notebook and ran to shake their hands.

"I am delighted to see you both again! And what a change of style! Oh, I need to make something for you both, for your return, L - non! I will not accept any kind of negotiation, this will be a welcome back gift! Paul! Come here!"

Richard's sons both came out of the workshop and after shaking hands with Lucien and Mundy, their father instructed them.

"Take a good look at these two new men…!" The tailor with the impeccable white moustache started. "Look at this one. He now stands tall, not slouched like before, he has found peace and confidence in himself, he isn't hiding behind a thick mane of hair anymore…" Richard inspected Mundy closely before turning to Lucien. "And here! Oh mon Dieu here! Here is the man that we all dream to be, if not for the hero he is, then for his silhouette, sculpted out of marble with godly proportions! Boys, we need something refreshing, nothing tactical, non! We need something for a sweeter, more calm life. Look at the beard! Where some people see a lack of effort, I see the beginning of a work of art! And this long hair…! M! Take notes! This is poetry! This is romance! This is beauty! Not only are the colours exquisite to the eye but the braid is fantastic! I take it you did it yourself, L?"

"Oui, I did."

"The work of an artist… But sorry, I got carried away, pray take a seat…"

Lucien and Mundy sat on the armchair and the cats went each on their lap, Soot went to Mundy and Perle, to her Papa.

"What brings you here?"

Lucien handed the plastic bag to Richard.

"My will and my duty to thank you, Richard." He answered.

"What for?" Richard accepted the bag and peeked in.

"For being a witness to my will. I understand the risk that you willingly put yourself in and the least I can do is to thank you."

"L, this is nothing compared to what you have done and given all these years, please!"

"Richard, non, this is a great risk you are taking, and you have a wife and children… You are making them take a risk with you."

"I always have. Being an informant for the secret services isn't an innocent job, it never had been, so non, really, it is nothing. When Maurice came to me and told me about you, I offered to help before he could even tell me the details."

"Thank you, and please, accept the content of this bag and share it with the family for me."

Richard looked inside.

"Oh! I need to hide it from my wife, if she finds this cake, she will never let me have it!"

The gentlemen chuckled around the coffee table.

"By the way, who is this new cat you have?" Richard asked.

"This is Soot." Lucien answered and he scratched his head.

"He's Pearl's mate, they're pretty serious." Mundy added.

"Are they?" Richard asked.

"Yeah, they got four lovely kids." Mundy explained. "Two girls and two boys, they're growin' up nicely. You wouldn't want one by any chance?"

"A cat?"

"Still kittens, but yeah."

"I will have to discuss it with my wife even though she has always asked me to adopt a pet." Richard answered.

"Ah, then we would be delighted to gift you one of them." Lucien added.

"Raised them like I did Pearl and Soot. They've got good manners, they're cuddly and still very playful as they're very young. Give it a thought, eh, Richard?"

"Will do, I promise."

"Which one would you take?" Lucien asked. "We have Diamond and Star, the girls, and Glovy, the boy."

"Didn't you say there were four?" Richard asked.

"Oui, but there is one I will gift to someone else, if you see no issue." Lucien answered.

"Of course, of course."

"But yes, Diamond is black with a diamond-shaped white patch on her face, she also has a white fluffy chest. Star is also black but has a white star-shaped patch on her… Well…"

"On her butt." Mundy said. "She's got a white star on her thigh, close to her butt. And Glovy, the little boy, he's a fat one, we're trying to put him on a diet but eh, hard to stop that greedy fluff ball."

"Quite so, I will see with the missus but she surely would like a lady. There are too many of us men at home, you see?" Richard chuckled.

"Fair enough, thank you again, Richard." Lucien stood up and put Perle on his shoulders before shaking the tailor's hand.

"My pleasure, as always. And I am delighted for you two." Richard winked at Mundy and the tall man blushed. He put Soot on his shoulders and headed out of the shop.

"Where should I send the clothes?" Richard asked.

"We will let you know whenever we can." Lucien answered. "Thank you."

"Have a nice day!"

"To you too, mate."

-- Evening that day --

There was a knock on the van's backdoor.

"Come in, love."

"Bonsoir, mon amour."

[Good evening, my love.]

Lucien walked in the van and the cats trotted out.

"Be careful, cats!" Mundy said.

"Don't worry, Perle and Soot are remarkable parents." Lucien removed his coat and sat on the sofa next to his lover.

"So, what did you get us for dinner?" Mundy looked at Lucien's hands repeatedly but couldn't see anything in them.

"I got you something more than just to fill your hungry stomach." Lucien answered, slithering closer to his lover.

"Where?" Mundy took Lucien's hands and looked at them. Nothing. "Can you at least meet my… uh… hungry lips?" Mundy blushed and Lucien laced his fingers with the Aussie's.

"Listen to you being flirty… That's new…" He leaned to meet his lover's demand.

"I-I'm tryin'... Feels weird to hear myself say stuff like that. It's like it's not me…"

"You are doing remarkably well, mon loup." Lucien whispered and his lips finally met Mundy's.

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Hi there.

Everyone always says "parenting isn't easy. It doesn't come with a manual." And while that is definitely true, it shouldn't have to be so damn hard either.

I feel like as new parents we come in COMPLETELY unprepared. Like, no one tells us what reeealllyyy to expect. You can want kids for 10 years, save up a bunch of money, have your own home and a good job, read every parenting book under the sun and still end up hiding in the bathroom eating icecream out of the tub with a spoon and a bottle of wine asking yourself what the heck you did to deserve the punishment that is the terrible twos. And that is entirely okay and completely normal. There is so much mom guilt out there these days. Parent shaming in general has been normalized to such a degree that it's sickening. Some times I just want to shake the stuck up moms who lecture other moms for silly reasons and say "what are you doing?! Who are you to judge?!"

I started out motherhood as a teen mom with absolutely no idea what I was doing, no help and a false sense of "I got this" attitude. My son put me through the ringer too. Between me being young, having undiagnosed mental health issues (PTSD, anxiety, depression and now possibly also ADHD) my son having ADHD, behavioral issues and me not having a proper support system through most of my time as a single mother, I had a rough start as a mother. I wasn't always what you'd consider a "good mom" either. I raised my voiced at my son too much, I spanked more than I should've needed too, I didn't know how to be creative with my discipline, I didn't use reward systems as much as I should've.. and my biggest regret? I didnt hug my son and tell him I loved him nearly enough when he was little.

I was so caught up in how hard things were I forgot to enjoy the great parts of being a mother. I didn't know how to ask for help. I did my absolute best at the time. I worked hard for my son, I lost jobs trying to help the schools control his unruly behavior. At one point I even took up odd house cleaning jobs and carried my cleaning supplies around in a cart on wheels because I don't drive just so I could set my own hours. I did that so I could sit in the school all day outside the office incase the teachers needed me to back them up if my son had a melt down. That boy was a lot of work a few years ago. Some days even now he can be a lot of work. But if you had told me that he would go from getting kicked out of daycare and schools because of his violent outbursts to being a wonderful young man who does chores, helps care for his little sister, loves and helps care for the pets in the house, works hard in school to get good grades and is one of the most polite kids I know.. nah, 4 years ago I never would have believed you.

I look back now and I am so proud. Not just of him and his amazing progress but myself as well. I grew up with him. He became responsible, aware of his emotions and how to control them, more honest and open and just more patient and kind in general. I became more patient and creative in how I parent and I learned how I should've been communicating with him in the first place. All this is stuff, I can go into in this blog. How it's okay to not be perfect, how to improve yourself so you can be better and stronger for your kids, how to work with your kids in ways they will better respond to and understand and best of all? Hopefully I can help you to not feel so alone. You're not alone. Even if it feels that way. I am not a professional. I am not a doctor or pediatrician. I haven't gone to school for child psychology and I'm not a sleep consultant or dietician. What I am though? Is experienced. I've lived this crap. I have made my mistakes so you don't have to. I won't judge you for the mistakes you've made and I am here for no other reason than to help those who feel the way I felt in the beginning. I don't want anyone to feel the way I felt. Scared, unsure, alone and quite frankly ashamed of myself for not being a good enough mom. I know now I did the best I could with the knowledge I had at the time but it took me years to figure that out. So, now you have an idea of why we are here, stay tuned. We're going to talk about how we can be the best parent versions of ourselves and surprise! It starts with you.

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