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outlawsworld · 4 years

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Trusting strangers - Chapter One

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Summary: Reader is new to camp. Can she trust these outlaws and can they trust her?

Author notes: this is my first time ever writing anything so please no hate. Any helpful criticism is appreciated. Hopefully to be more chapters if people like it.

You woke up to the morning birds singing in the trees and the sun rising over the mountains. The smell of smoke from the burnt out fire was overpowering. The cold air surrounded you as you crept out of your blanket and quietly approached the fire in the middle of camp doing your best to restart it.

The rest of the camp were still sleeping as you sat on a log in front of the new embers to try and warm up. You had only been in the camp a couple of days as a prisoner more than a gang member. One of the men... a big strong man with a full beard and rocks for brains brought you in after he found you in the woods alone. Bill you recall him being called. The group assumed you must have been a spy of some kind and you were too weak to correct them.

Before last night, they had tied you to a wagon to make sure you couldn't run away. They fed you and swapped your clothes from the dirt ridden ripped ones they found you in. You were scared...helpless. Although no one was particularly cruel to you, no one was too kind either. They didn't trust you. Mostly because you stayed very quiet as to not draw too much attention to yourself but also because they had no idea where you had come from.

''She must be a pinkerton!'' A man said. He had black hair and dressed very smartly.

''Well..She won't tell us nothin'. She must av' been half dead when I found her wondering in the wood'' Bill had replied in a rough tone.

''Give her something to eat and she will soon be able to talk'' an older man interjected. ''Can't you see she is near starving, I doubt she is a spy. Just look at her''

''Just to be sure, tie her to the wagon over there. Don't want her taking off and giving away our whereabouts. Give her some food and then we will find out where the hell she's come from'' The man with black hair bellowed. You could see the whole camp staring in your direction as Bill lazily threw you over his shoulder and headed towards the wagon to tie you up.

You studied each and every gang member to try and work out the hierarchy and who were the kinder of the bunch.

Mary-Beth and Tilly would often come and sit near you and ask you questions but you could never fathom the words to reply. Each time they tried one of the men or a woman called 'Mrs Grimshaw' would shew them away. The men never spoke to you....they would walk by and ignore your existence. However, one man who you haven't caught the name of yet would look over to you every so often with soft eyes. A look someone would give an injured puppy. But these looks only lasted seconds before his stern face would come and jump him back to reality.

You would sometimes watch him around the camp as he did his chores and talked to the others. He seemed to be respected in the camp and many of these people relied on him. You guessed that's why he would sometimes disappear for hours on end. He was tall and broad, you could tell he worked hard as he had huge muscled features and bags under his eyes showing he hadn't had a good night sleep in weeks. The rim of his hat always seemed to cover his eyes but the few moments you caught them they were a bright blue and green. You hoped that whenever he would look at you that he would come over and let you free but he never did. In fact he never went near your wagon, almost like he was avoiding you completely. He was quite a handsom man, although very tired and rough. Whenever he spoke to another member of the group it was either comforting them or antagonising them. You couldn't work him out.

The cold night started to draw in and you could hear voices around the campfire. You tried to listen in to the talking but everyone was just out of earshot. After being tied to the wagon for two days the strength was starting to come back to your body. You were able to hold yourself up and sit properly rather than slumped over. The pain in your legs and back stung whenever you moved after being in such an uncomfortable position for so long.

''I think she must be ready to talk, don't you?'' You were able to recognise the black haired man's voice as Dutch from conversations around the camp. You heard rustling and next thing you know four men are approaching you. Their figures could only just be seen against the ever darkening sky until they came into view.

''Now'' Dutch closed in on you ''Why don't you tell me where you have come from? We have fed you and shown you kind hospitality, the least you could do in return is talk'' He looked at you intensely waiting for an answer. You were just about to speak when you were interrupted.

''You some sort of spy? O'Driscoll maybe? Can you even speak or you a mute?'' Bill spat at you.

''I ain't no mute'' You spat back, although your voice was slightly hoarse.

''Ohh she speaks'' He laughed back at you. He raised his hand to you. ''Well maybe you should learn some manners'' His hand started to come down, you closed your eyes and braced for the impact but before it can make a connection to your cheek it was intercepted. The man you had been watching with the soft eyes had grabbed his wrist and shoved it away from you.

''The hell do you think you are doin'?'' His voice was angry and baritone.

''I was gonna teach her not to speak back to the man who saved her life'' Bill confronted the man. However, the man didn't back down, his frame became bigger and his brows furrowed. He clenched his fists and Bill backed off throwing his hands in the air in surrender.

''You ain't no man if you think you can hit a lady like that'' he threw back before turning to Dutch. ''Please continue'' He gestured in a sarcastic tone.

You couldn't help but feel thankful for this man. However you couldn't help think if Bill, the mountain of a man who is as mean as they come, backed down then was this man worse? Meaner and tougher? You wouldn't like to find out.

''Why thank you Arthur''

Arthur. That was his name. Finally you could put a name to the face. His face softens as both Dutch and him turn to you.

''Miss?'' Dutch asked you to carry on.

''I ain't a spy'' You choke up the words ''I don't even know what a O'Driscoll is! I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time'' you let out a big sigh and hung your head low as if admitting defeat.

''Why were you out here?'' The fourth man smiles lightly and crouches into your view. His eyes were soft as if to try and assure you that you were safe. You remembered him being called Charles. A big, strong man that you had always seen being kind to not only the people but the animals too.

''I was dragged from my home and left out here'' It wasn't far from the truth but you were not ready to tell them everything just yet. If they didn't trust you then why would you trust them. After all you have been tied to a wagon for two days. They all stood around you whilst looking at each other. Contemplating what to do with you.

''Dutch'' Arthur looks questioningly at the man. ''May I have a word?'' Both the men walk to a quiet spot to talk in private. You watch them as they leave trying to read into what they were saying about you.

''What is your name?'' Charles speaks softly. Bill scoffs at Charles speaking to you like it was a crime against nature.

'' (Y/N) '' You whisper softly. Not daring to look him in the eyes.

''Nice to meet you (Y/N), I'm Charles. I'm sorry you have had to go through this. We are not the most trusting bunch but I assure you it is for good reason''

You smile weakly allowing yourself to look at him.

''Okay! Charles let her go'' Dutch makes his way back to you, Charles and Bill with Arthur following behind.

''We do not do this often but we want to help you Miss''

''(Y/N)'' Charles informs Dutch before he carries on.

''(Y/N), you can stay here for as long as you need as long as you can earn your keep'' He looks you in the eye and you find you can't escape his stare. ''Mrs Grimshaw will give you some chores to do around camp in the morning unless you would rather decline the kind offer''

You shake your head at the four men staring at you. You lowered your head once again to look at your wrists.

''Great!'' Duch continues ''Bill let her go. Charles find her somewhere more comfortable to sleep. I guess I will see you in the morning (Y/N)''.

Dutch turns on his heels and takes Arthur with him. As they leave Arthur looks over his shoulder to you and nods his head. You can't tell if your freedom was his idea or if this was a test to see if you would run and betray them. Either way you decided not to test the theory. Bill cut the ropes around your wrists and you rub where they had cut into your skin. Charles held his hand out to help you off the wagon and took you across the camp. He gets a bedroll from inside a tent and places it neatly on the floor.

''I know it's not a lot but I will find you something more permanent tomorrow'' He crouches beside you as you steady yourself down onto it. ''Get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day and you will find your place in the group before you know it'' He smiled once more at you before getting up to leave.

You laid on the bedroll, you were so tired and you knew you needed a proper rest. Things suddenly came rushing to your mind. What chores will I have to do? What if I don't fit in? Can you trust anyone? And is Arthur as bad as you think? Sleep came over you quickly as the bright stars filled the night sky.

"Miss (Y/N)" the voice brought you back to reality as you were sat in front of the fire on the cold morning. "Dutch tells me you are staying with us so I have a couple of things you can do" the older woman steps in front of you as she speaks. Mrs Grimshaw is very assertive to all the gang members but especially the women. As you were watching the last couple of days you saw that she was always making sure everyone was busy and if they weren't she would be on their case faster then a fly on horse shit.

You look up at the woman slowly. "Of course Mrs Grimshaw, what do you need me to do?" You grimise as you try to sound helpful while dreading what she had in store for you.

The next couple of days past quickly and you managed to gain most of your strength back. The chores weren't so bad and it helped you to get to know everyone in camp. You helped the girls with cleaning and washing of clothes. Javier, a Hispanic man with an amazing acent thaught you how to make bait for him to go fishing with. He was very sweet but you could sense that he was a flirt with all the girls so you managed to not look into his comments too much.

Charles managed to make you your own tent to sleep in and you helped him to look after the horses in return. This was one of your favourite things to do because you have always loved these majestic creatures. Plus no one bothered you when you were with the horses.

Hosea offered to take you into the little town of valentine with Karen to shop for your own clothes. He was a kind man who always seemed to make sure that you were okay and settling well. If it wasn't for him the gang might not have fed and helped you as you recognised him from your first encounter there. You accepted, it was the first time you had left the camp in over two weeks now. Riding out in the back of the waggon you took in your surroundings. The way the trees broke into heartlands and the dirt tracts filled with civilization the closer you got into town. The bright blue sky with the sun baring down to touch your skin. Breathing a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed for the first time. Valentine was a small busy town that smelt of livestock. Karen turned her nose up at this as they pulled the wagon up to the hitching post.

"Here we are ladies" Hosea announced as he hitched up and helped you both down from the wagon. "I will collect some things from the post office and meet you back here" he tipped his hat to you both with a smile before leaving.

Karen was so excited to go shopping, she explained that she has only gotten out of camp for the first time yesterday.

"Two days out of that dump in a row" she smiled "must be my lucky week" she looped her arm through yours and you both made your way to the general store.

Before you reached the store there was the sound of smashed glass as aough man was thrown from the saloon window and onto the muddy street. Th biggest man you have ever seen followed behind him dragging him to his feet and punching him in the jaw.

"Is that Arthur?" Karen ran over to join the crowd and watch the commotion. You followed behind her watching the two men throwing punches at each other. It was Arthur. The man he was fighting was twice the size of him but Arthur wasn't backing down. Javier was sat on the stairs Infront of the saloon watching among the crowd shouting at Arthur to give it everything. At first the big man had Arthur beat pinning him to the ground but somehow he got loose and beat the man to the floor. Arthur was now ontop of the man, throwing punch after lunch into his skull. His face was full of rage and no amount of punching was going to shake it. A smaller man pleaded and managed to break them up, saving the man's life from Arthur. Covered in mud Arthur rose off him and wiped the blood from under his nose before walking away.

"That's our boy" Karen exclaimed. "Come on (Y/N), let's get you come clothes" she headed back for the store.

"Are we not gonna see if he's okay?" You questioned as you gestured to Arthur.

"God no! That man gets himself into situations like these all the time, he'll be fine! Plus he ain't one for pitty" she shrugged you off. You couldn't help but be impressed, the man Arthur was fighting was clearly biger and stronger then all the men you had ever seen. But somehow he still managed to overpower him. You glanced over to see Arthur with a few of the other men from camp before walking into the store.

Browsing the catalogue it didn't take you long to find what you wanted. Two laced shirts (white and blue), dark blue pants, some undergarments and boots to finish.

"Are you sure you don't want a skirt?" Karen pleaded. "You would look so elegant in this one" she pointed out a blue long skirt.

"No thanks" you giggled at her slightly seeing her face frown.

"Alright then. Suit yourself" Karen giggled back. "At least I know you ain't trying to impress anyone" she paused to think for a second. "Have you seen anyone in camp you like the look of?" She finally asked with a raised eyebrow.

You were shocked at what she had just asked. The camp had only been your home for a couple of weeks and you still haven't spoken to everyone properly. Your eyes widen in your response.

"What? No, I'm still getting to know everyone and besides I ain't looking for any man"

Karen searched your face to see if you were telling the truth. "No one?" She sounded shocked "Charles? You both seem to get on well"

"No, Charles is a nice man but we are just friends" you said defensively.

"What about Javier?" She insisted.

You shot her an unforgiving look and shook your head.

"John? Bill? Lenny? Micha? Please say it's not Micha" she giggled.

"No, definitely not, no and I would rather be shot" you giggled back "can't you just believe I ain't sweet on anyone". You paid for your clothes and thanked the store clerk kindly before making your way back to the wagon.

"What about Arthur?" Her words made you pause for a moment. Arthur. You hadn't seen him much around camp since the night you were released from being tied to the wagon. He would come to rest for a couple of hours always bringing either money or what he had hunted that day and leave again. You never spoke to him though, you felt very intimidated by his presence especially after seeing him fighting in the street. He carried himself with such authority like he was there to protect and provide and nothing more. When he was around he mostly kept himself to himself and sometimes would get involved with some conversation but because he was rarely there you didn't know if he was someone you could trust or someone to keep at arms length like Bill and Micha. Yet something was very intreging about him, but you didn't want to explore your curiousity as you may find that he was worse then the rest of them.

"No" you shook your head in response.

"Alright then. Well, I want to be the first to know if you change your mind" Karen winked at you.

Hosea was waiting for you both with new supplies in the back of the wagon. He helped you both into the back and before you knew it you were on your way back to camp. The journey back was quick as Karen told Hosea about your day out together. She seemed extatic that she was the one out of all the girls that was able to go into town again and for a full day too. You almost felt sorry for her that she was not able to come and go from camp as she pleases. However, you could relate to how happy she was to be out of camp. It was only a short trip out but it was the best day you have had in a very long time.

When you arrived back in camp you were greeted by an Irish man you had never seen before.

"Sean!" Karen screamed and jumped into the man's arms. He caught her and spun her around before placing her on the floor.

"Hello there, did you miss me?" He laughed at her. Before placing a kiss on her cheek. You could see the way she blushed when he did this, indicating to you that she was sweet on him. "And who is this stranger?" He turned to you.

"(Y/N), nice to meet you" you jumped off the cart and went to shake his hand. He pulled the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it sweetly.

"I'm Sean and the pleasure is all mine" he cheekily smiled at you.

It was already dark when you arrived in camp. You had been out from the early hours of the morning and didn't get back to camp until late. Everyone seemed in such high spirits as you all sat around the campfire listening to Sean tell the story of how he was imprisoned. Drinks were flowing and laughs were shared. You were sat between Abigail and Charles as everyone was sharing stories and laughing.

"And there is my saviour" Sean stood up to announce, gesturing to the other side of camp. Arthur rode in and hitched his horse up, gave the stallion a good pat before heading towards the group.

"I would have happily left you there like I told you" Arthur scoffed to Sean as he sat next to the fire opposite you. You couldn't help but wonder if he was joking or not but Sean giggled and slapped Arthur on the shoulder.

"Nah you love me really Englishman" he laughed and handed Arthur a bottle of whiskey. He took the bottle and raised it to him before taking a mouthful and passing it back. This was the first time you had properly seen Arthur interact with anyone so you observed him descretly. Abigail was talking to you about Hosea teaching her how to read. You couldn't help but not focus on what she was telling you but on what Arthur was doing. He was speaking to Uncle about how lazy the man is when suddenly he looked up and your eyes met. You panic looking away but it just made it more obvious that you were clearly stareing at him. From then on you avoided looking in his direction but still listened to the convocations around the campfire. Arthur stayed quiet most of the night only getting involved with convocations that were aimed at him which he would soon brush off. You tried your best to get involved with everyone and enjoy yourself. Finding yourself sat with most of the girls talking about past loves that you happily listened too.

The party went on into the early hours with everyone singing and dancing. Dancing had never been one of your strong points so when people had started to get up and dance you got up to go 'check the horses'.

This was your chance to slip away to your tent and get some sleep. You hadn't drunk a lot because you knew Mrs Grimshaw would be on your case to clean after the party in the morning. The last thing you wanted was to have a huge hangover whilst doing chores. Your eyes became very heavy and even the singing from the dying party couldn't keep you awake.

It became the normal for you to wake before the rest of the camp. You stretched your arms above your head, tied your hair into a braid and put on your new clothes before heading out of your tent towards the campfire. The morning was dry and a crisp chill ran through the air as you strode across the camp. Everyone was still asleep in there beds as you assumed they would be and all you could think of was your morning coffee. Before you reached the fire you saw a figure sat on a log facing you with coffee in hand and the steam rising to their face. You squinted your eyes to see if you could recognise who the figure was as you edged closer. Suddenly your heart stopped as you saw the man's clothes. It was Arthur. He hadn't seen you yet as his eyes were covered by the rim of his hat as he sat quietly. Your mind suddenly told you to turn around and go back to your tent before he catches sight of you. As you were just about to turn Arthur lifted his head to catch full sight of you. Damn it, you couldn't walk away now. Slowly you made your way over to the campfire and sat on the log opposite Arthur, much like the night before.

"Mornin'" Arthur lent forward and offered you a cup of coffee. He had a big black eye from the fight the night before and a split lip.

"Mornin'. Thank you" you took the coffee from him and settled onto the log. Your heart was beating hard. In the whole time you had been in the camp you had not spoken to Arthur Morgan. You tried to think of something to say to break the silence but your mind had gone blank.

"You settlin' well?" He looked up to catch your eye.

"Yes, thank you" you replied before taking a sip of your coffee and averting your gaze. A small smirk appeared on his lips. "What you laughing at?" You said defensively.

"Nothin'" he smirked again "Do you ride? Horses I mean"

"Yes but why?" You were confused by his question.

"Jonny boy was supposed to come out huntin' with me this morning but he ain't waking anytime soon after last night" Arthur laughed under his breath. "So I need someone to ride out with me" he looked you in the eye. "My horse can't carry two deer and you seem to be the only one awake. So you comin'?" Arthur stood up from the log and finished his cup of coffee before turning to you.

"I guess. Not sure Mrs Grimshaw will be too impressed me runnin' off" Arthur's gaze sharpened on you as if he knew you were just making excuses.

"I'm sure she will be just fine, if anything I'll get in trouble for stealing you away".

And with that he strode off towards the horses. You quickly finished your coffee and followed behind him until you were at his side. Now stood next to him you realised how tall and broad this man was. You felt very small compared to him knowing that you wouldn't stand a chance trying to escape him. The overwhelming thought of going out alone with the only man in camp that you couldn't read was filling your head. You were always a really good judge of character and you were able to know all the gang members before even talking to them. However, Arthur you were just clueless. At this point you just accepted that you may never know but now you are here going out of camp for the day with him.

"Take John's horse for now. Not like he'll be missin' her today" Arthur walked over to the mare and unhitched her before turning to help you mount. However, before he knew it you had placed your foot in the stirrup and mounted by yourself. A slightly impressed smirk blushed across his face before mounting his own stallion.

You followed close behind Arthur at a steady trot out of camp. The feeling of riding overwhelmed you with happiness. It had been so long since you rode last and it was one of your favourite things to do. A huge smile was plastered across your face as you patted the mare. You came out of the trees onto a dirt track and the urge to gallop came over you. Arthur could see the look in your eye and before you knew it you were both in flat out gallop. Johns mare was fast but was not as fast as Arthur's stallion. He was slightly Infront of you looking back to make sure you weren't dropping too far behind with a smug look on his face. You were not one for races although, the thought of you beating him to the small lake you were headed too sounded more than amusing. Without a word you spurred the mare to go faster, leaning forward and taking the weight into your feet as to not sit on her back. Arthur did the same but he was too late. You had already galloped past him and we're still gaining distance between you. Once you had reached the point of destination you slowed the mare down to a canter, then trot before walking. Soon Arthur caught up to you and your face was beeming because you had won.

"Good girl" you reached down to pat the mare.

"Damn girl" you looked up expecting to see an enraged Arthur but his face was bright red and smiling. "You can ride. That mare has never traveled so fast" he took a deep breath as the race had clearly tired him out.

"Told you I could" you laughed "she can be fast huh?"

"Not with Marston riding she ain't" he leaned down and patted his horse "even Siego couldn't keep up" he looked up at you still smiling. This was the first time you saw Arthur properly smile. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you originally thought but only time will tell.

You both rode side by side until you came to a small wooded area.

"Hitch up. We will go on foot from here" Arthur dismounted and you followed suit. He reached for a bow and arrows off his saddle and you realised you had nothing with you. No shotgun or bow. How were you supposed to hunt anything?

"Arthur, I ain't got anything to hunt with" you blushed embarrassed that you had come this far with no thought of what you would hunt with.

Arthur turned to you confused. "I only needed you here so I have an extra horse to carry the hunt back. Don't need you to actually do the huntin'" he shook his head as he started to walk into the woods the smile suddenly gone from his face. "Follow close to me and keep quiet".

You couldn't help but be frustrated with his comment. Did he not think you were capable of hunting because you are a woman? You didn't question him as you were still unsure of him and didn't want to annoy him. But your face was frowned and you both avoided any eye contact as Arthur carefully started tracking a herd.

It didn't take long before you came to a herd of dear. You crouched behind some trees and Arthur shot two down in no time. He had managed to kill the big buck and a doe which would feed the camp for the next couple of days. Although you were strong you were not able to lift the doe all the way back to the horses so Arthur sent you back to get them.

As you were on your way back to Arthur with the horses you suddenly heard gunshots coming from his direction. There was no time to think before you grabbed Arthur's rifle from his saddle and ran through the trees towards him. You suddenly felt your heartbeat climb and you temperature rise as you questioned what you are running into. Did any of those gunshots hit Arthur or is he hunting something else? Could he be dead. You got past the trees and you managed to catch a glimpse of Arthur.

He was crouched behind a tree with his shotgun at the ready. There was on coming fire from ahead and you could see five men shooting at Arthur. You had the advantage because they thought he was the only target so they weren't aiming for you. Eyeing up each of the men who were shooting at Arthur, you aimed 3 shots each meeting there target in a fateful blow. Arthur managed to gun a fourth man down as you turned your aim onto the fifth. You were both now shooting at the one target who was well covered behind a tree. Without communication, Arthur carried on shooting drawing the mans attention and you snuck round to his left side. You now had a clear shot and took it. The man dropped to the floor with a thud. Before making your way back to Arthur you looted the men for all they had. As you were doing this you noticed three other men that Arthur had shot before you had gotten to him. You made over $300 and two packs of cigarettes. By the time you reached Arthur he was busy tieing the doe to the back of his horse before lifting the buck like it didn't weigh a thing.

"Who the hell was that?" You approached Arthur. He didn't respond at first and you assumed this was because he didn't know and was too busy stowing the buck. You split the money and passed half to Arthur along with his rifle. He remained quiet as he finished hitching everything onto the horses before swinging round to face you.

"Who the hell are you?" He glared at you. "You ride like you have been in a chase, you are a bloody good shot too. Damn girl, where have you come from?" He had a serious tone and didn't break eye contact with you as he closed the distance between you until he was right Infront of you looking down into your eyes. You began to feel your heart beat increase as this strong man towered over you, like you were a helpless bug waiting to be squished. He didn't break eye contact with you once and his hand was hovering over his pistle holstered in his gun belt.

As much as you wanted to keep the truth to yourself for just a little longer, at least until you could trust the gang, you couldn't avoid Arthur. Especially after what has just happened. You were defenceless against him, you had no gun and he was double your size. Running wasn't an option considering how fast he was with a gun and you wouldn't stand a chance trying to disarm him.

"It's a long story" you look up into his eyes. His face was stern and he was not willing to back down.

"We got time".

Chapter 2

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kumeko · 4 years

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Title: for the dances that never were

Prompt: Exploration, Secret, Ambition, Devotion, Bonus: Gossip

A/N: For the Fódlan Bakeoff challenge! I couldn’t post it on time due to internet issues (sadness). I had a hard time picking what characters to write before realizing, I haven’t posted anything with my OTP of the series!

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There was, Claude had to reluctantly admit, a sort of grace to Fódlan dancing. Standing in the Great Hall, he watched as his peers swirled on the dance floor. Above them, enormous chandeliers gave enough light to chase the shadows out of every corner. Dresses swished as women twirled, the silken fabrics resembling a fully-bloomed rose. Pairs of dancers glided past one another, just narrowly avoiding collision.

This dance was nowhere near as loud or energetic as an Almyran dance. There was a vibrancy, a feeling of life in their movements that just couldn’t be matched with a simple twirl and side-step. Still, the dances here were nonetheless pleasing to watch. Standing in a corner, he swirled his wine and watched as the lion prince and eagle emperor dominated the dance floor, elegance and poise radiating off every step.

Claude wasn’t the only one watching. Across the dance floor, he spotted Byleth and Jeralt chatting amicably, their eyes firmly on the students. Well, he guessed they were having fun. It was hard to tell with his professor sometimes, her expression was often blanker than a slate.

“Whatcha looking at?” A familiar voice asked beside him and he didn’t have to turn his head to know it was Hilda. Slightly breathless, she leaned back and fanned herself. “Or should I say who?”

“You can say whatever you like,” he replied smoothly, smiling as he turned to his exhausted friend. Her neatly coifed hair was starting to unravel, stray hairs falling out of her bun. “Someone’s popular.”

“Please, I’m not that popular.” Despite her words, she looked utterly pleased. Winking at him, she gestured at the professor. “She’s everyone’s first choice.”

That didn’t surprise him in the least. It explained why Byleth’s expression looked slightly worn, the way it did when she’d entertained too many of his questions or cleaned up after his pranks. “I wonder who her’s is.”

“No idea.” Sighing, Hilda shrugged. “She accepted everyone who asked, which is really stupid. You have to be picky or you’ll wear yourself out.”

“Like you have?” he teased, smirking.

“I am just taking a short break. I can still dance.” Hilda glanced at Byleth, than at him. “You going to ask her too?”

“Maybe.” It wasn’t a bad idea. She was Jeralt’s daughter, a teacher at the academy, the wielder of the Creator’s Sword, and seemingly Rhea’s favourite. There were only bonuses to getting closer to her. One way or another, she’d be useful to his ambitions. He wasn’t sure why he was hesitating, standing on this side of the room and as far from her as possible.

“Ohh, too late.” Hilda giggled as Sylvain approached Byleth, looking as charming as ever. “You have to be fast to catch her.”

“There’s always the dance after.” Claude shrugged. Holding out a hand, he winked. “Care for one more?”

Hilda frowned. She still took his hand. “I thought I told you I didn’t like too much work.”

ii.

Claude stared at the ceiling. It was funny how, five years later, this sight remained the same. The dorms hadn’t been as badly damaged as the rest of the academy in the attack, but his room had remained utterly unscratched. The structural damage remained unseen.

Closing his eyes, he listened to the leaves as they gently rustled. An owl hooted nearby, crickets chirped. Five years ago, there would have been students chattering as they snuck off for a nightly escapade. Now there was just the clink of chain mail, the guards patrolling the area in case of attack.

After tomorrow, they wouldn’t need to. A final clash between Empire and Alliance, one that would hopefully go as the battle of Eagle and Lion had gone years ago. Claude sat up at the thought. Who was he kidding? That had been a friendly bout between houses. Now almost everyone he’d defeated from that time was dead. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. There would be no sleep tonight, which was a pity. A tactician needed his rest. Edelgard and Hubert wouldn’t make tomorrow’s battle easy.

Slipping out of his bed, he crept out of his room. The sensation as he stalked the school at night was both familiar and strange. Even now, he remembered the secret passages, which stairs creaked, the best shadows to slip in. Yet the stairs were different, the walls lined with scorch mark, and he felt like he was exploring an entirely new place, an explorer finding ruins where a city should have stood.

He was not sure what led him to the great hall, to the half-collapsed ballroom. He wasn’t sure, but when he spied Byleth inside, sitting on a jagged piece of rubble, he couldn’t stop his smile. Somehow, his path led to her, and he shouldn’t have expected this to be any different. They were connected, fates intertwined, and he was certain that if she died, their journey would end right there.

Despite his quiet entrance, Byleth noticed him right away and watched as he slowly approached him. Bathed in moonlight through the broken roof, there was something ethereal about his former teacher. She had always been a mystery, even before all of this. With her blank expression and gaps of knowledge, there had been something interesting about her. The secrets she held now only made her even more intriguing.

He always liked puzzles. Sauntering over, he asked, “Couldn’t sleep, Teach?”

Byleth shook her head. Her eyes looked even darker in the gloom. It was strange to think that he’d seen this place entirely lit up once. Now all it held were shadows.

“Me neither.” He leaned against the rubble, looking around him. “One way or another, it will end tomorrow.”

“Can we…” Byleth trailed off, her voice so low he could barely hear it. She wrapped an arm around herself, her fingers digging into her arm. “Do you think we can…”

“Win?” Claude guessed, giving her a confident smirk. “Of course.”

She shook her head. “Save them.”

“Oh.” That was a harder question. Almost impossible to answer. Edelgard and Hubert would fight to the death; he had never seen either of them back down. Dedue seemed to be on a suicide mission. How many others were left alive? Petra, Dorothea—but who else? Maybe some of the Blue Lions had survived that last skirmish and were just hiding. “I don’t know.”

Her shoulders slumped at the answer. It was strange to think that at one point he thought her emotionless. Her tells were more subtle than others, for sure, but he could read her now. It was hard to mistake the sorrow washing over her for anything else.

Maybe she wouldn’t smile, but he wanted her to be at least a little happy before it went down. One way or another, it would end tomorrow. Maybe he’d die. Maybe she would. Maybe neither of them would and he’d remember this night as the time he had been a little dramatic. Claude gestured around them. “Remember the last time we were here?”

Byleth glanced at him curiously before nodding. “The dance.”

“Yep. I remember someone being very popular that night.” He winked at her. “I think you danced with everyone that night.”

Still not following him, she nodded. “There were a lot of hands. I didn’t want to refuse anyone.”

“Even Marianne asked you to dance.” Claude sighed. “And yet, I think I’m the only one who didn’t get a dance.”

“You didn’t?” Byleth frowned, ticking off her fingers as she remembered that night. It might have been five years for him, but for her it must have felt like months.

“Every time you took a break, someone else approached. What’s a poor guy to do?” Claude tapped his chin for a long minute before pretending to come up with an idea. “Oh, but you’re free now.”

“There’s no music,” she pointed out, catching on.

“That’s fine.” Claude held out a hand. “I still want my turn.”

She looked at him for a long second, and he wondered what was going on behind her green eyes. There had always been a practical air about her, no doubt from her lifetime of mercenary work. He wasn’t even sure if she liked dancing, let alone wanted to do it. Before he could retract the offer though, she slipped her hand in his. “Alright.”

“Great.” He pulled her down from the rubble and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Winking, he started waltzing through the debris. “I hope you haven’t forgotten how to dance.”

“I never learned in the first place,” Byleth answered, her tone lighter. It was a start.

“Then I’ll just have to take lead.” Claude twirled her. He wasn’t sure when it happened, when he’d stopped thinking of Byleth as a friend and instead as something more. Maybe that was what had stilled his hand all those years ago, an emotion that had slowly taken root and refused to go.

He had always known he was a bit of a coward, but hadn’t realized that it even extended to his feelings.

iii.

It wasn’t a surprise to find Byleth alone, after all was said and done. They had defeated the Empire and yet somehow, it didn’t feel like a win at all. They had lost almost all their classmates, either at their hands or at the hands of the Empire. Even Dedue, who had reappeared out of nowhere, had fallen in his last-ditch attempt to avenge his king. And even then, after killing Edelgard, they had discovered that they had an older enemy to face.

It was no surprise that victory rang hollow. His peers were scattered about the monastery, trying to make sense of it all, and so it wasn’t a surprise that Byleth had isolated herself as well. What was surprising, though, was that he’d found her here in the ballroom once more. The repairs were almost done now, the rubble from before cleaned up. There were cracks along the walls, signs of the war that wouldn’t fade, but with a little paint this would be a ballroom once more.

The late evening light bathed the room a dark red. It wasn’t the same colour as Edelgard’s cloak, as her blood, but he couldn’t look at it all the same. Byleth stood in the center of the room, back toward him. He wondered what expression she had.

“You okay?” he asked, leaving off her nickname as he broke the silence. It was too quiet in here. It reminded him of the throne room and he didn’t want to think of that.

Byleth didn’t reply. She turned toward him, looking utterly heartbroken.

Stopping next to her, he lifted his hand before dropping it back to his side. He didn’t know where to touch her, what to say that wouldn’t hurt her. She had looked like this as she’d lifted her sword, as Edelgard had closed her eyes. He should have stepped up then, taken her sword so she didn’t have to carry that burden too.

He could still hear the sound as Edelgard’s head hit the ground. Maybe she was still listening to it too.

Finally, she uttered, “Did it have to be like this?” Byleth gestured around, her voice cracking slightly. “We danced here. Edelgard, Dimitri—I danced with all of them. Couldn’t we have done something?”

It was a question he had asked himself many times. There had to be a path, somewhere, somehow, that had all of their houses surviving, all of the people coexisting. But there had been too many secrets, too many untold ambitions and hopes. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

He hoped there had been but it was too late now.

“I should have been here,” she murmured, her shoulders sagging from the weight of it all. He had never thought of Byleth as a small woman, but she looked tiny now. A single touch could shatter her. Somehow, despite it all, she didn’t cry. Her expression looked like she wanted to, needed to, but her tears remained unshed.

“There’s nothing you could have done.” Gingerly, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. He hadn’t understood the word devotion before, what had made his mother leave her homeland and everything she’d ever known, but he could feel it now pulsating through his veins. Claude would give anything to make Byleth whole again but after this, he wasn’t sure anything could.

“There had to be something.” She rested her head against his shoulder.

“Even if there was, we can’t change the past.” Claude slowly walked her around the room, a slower version of the waltz they’d done just a month ago. He hadn’t imagined that the next time they’d be in this room, they’d feel even worse than they had then. “There’s only the future.”

“The future.” She followed his steps automatically. “Another fight.”

“Beyond that.” He shook his head, pulling back so she had to look at him. Smiling gently, he added, “After the war, after it all—that future.”

She still looked lost. “What happens then?”

“Many things. My dreams. Yours.” He rested a hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the dance. Half of him wanted to confess, to kiss. To show her there was some light in the darkness. But the future was still too uncertain and he didn’t want his love to be another stone she had to carry. “We’re bringing peace to everyone. We’re going to change Fódlan, for the better.”

“So no one has to go through this again.” Byleth nodded, her lips pulling up slightly.

“So no one has to feel like this again,” he echoed, resisting the urge to push back her hair. “We can do this.”

“Yes.” While her expression still looked bittersweet, he thought it was more sweet than bitter this time. “Thanks, Claude.”

“Anytime. We’re in this together.” Claude winked. “We’re partners, right?”

“What about you?” Byleth asked, looking at her hand. She turned her attention to him, her green eyes bright. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now.” It was a truth, in a sense. He felt much better now that she did. After all this was over, maybe he’d tell her what was really in his heart. When she still looked doubtful, he playfully added, “Teach, I didn’t know you cared so much.”

She didn’t refute him, like he’d expected. Instead she gave him a flat look. “Of course I do.”

Claude wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He wasn’t even sure what she meant, or if he wanted her to clarify. There was no way to tell without asking. Faking a laugh, he replied, “Aww, Lorenz will be jealous.”

“How are the others?” she asked, looking past him at the ballroom entrance. “I should check on them.”

“They’re coping, but I think they’d like a little comforting from you.” Claude sighed. “I guess I can’t hog you all to myself.”

“No, you can’t,” she agreed, letting go. Byleth had always been all work and no play, and he had expected this reaction.

That didn’t make his hand feel any less empty. “I’ll head to the war room, then. Maybe Judith has some information on those slithering guys.”

Byleth nodded before heading to the doors. At the threshold, she paused and looked at him over her shoulder. “After this is over, let’s have another dance here.”

“A dance?” Claude smiled as he looked around the room. More than a paint of coat, what this room needed was laughter, was the smell of sweets and the bright lights of a thousand candles. It was what they’d all need, after it was all over. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. A party would lift everyone’s spirits.”

“And this time, you’ll ask me to dance.”

He whipped his head to the entrance, but she was already gone.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one who had some feelings left unsaid.

#claude von riegan #byleth #claudeth #fe3h #claudeleth #claude x byleth #fire emblem three houses #fanfic #it's been ages since I've written a non-zine piece #huzzah

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sorenmarie87 · 4 years

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Cinnamon rolls and coffee

Summary: She can't get enough of your scent.

Pairing/Characters: Alpha!Charlie/Omega!Reader. Dean Winchester

Square Filled: Love At First Smell (A/B/O)

Word Count: 1,359

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Dean being himself. Oral (mentioned). Benny is the reader's best friend. Alpha!Dean being too forward. Reader's sexuality is talked about.

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo. Beta’d by the lovely @iflostreturntosteverogers and @fictionalabyss.

“Can you tell me why I agreed to meet you in what smells like the sweetest place on Earth?” Dean laughed loudly as Charlie slid into the empty side of the booth and removed her bag.

“We both know that’s not true. I mean, you have eaten a girl out before right?”

"You know I don't kiss and tell Winchester."

"That's a lie and you know it. Just the other day, you were telling me about -"

"Let me just stop you there. You really need to stop confusing reality and porn."

"You gotta stop hangin' out with Sam. I'm pretty sure he's told me the same thing." Charlie's retort died on her tongue the moment she heard your laugh from across the diner.

You were joking with a pair of older gentlemen as you took their order and explained what their side options were.

Dean looked up from his menu, and chuckled at the red head who was muttering “mine” under her breath. “Charlie?” She didn’t respond so Dean did the only thing he could think of. He snapped his fingers in her face.

“What?"

"You got a little bit of drool on the side of your mouth there. You might want to clean it up before legs for days makes her way over here…"

You had to remind yourself why you loved your job. Statler and Waldor were two of your favorite customers, but the marriage proposals were getting old. “If I wanted to marry an older gentleman, I would’ve accepted the one my parents tried arranging years ago.”

“You can’t let ‘em get to ya like that cher, they mean well.” You smiled as you handed off their order and sighed.

“It’s all in good fun, I know.”

“Hey.” You felt him grab your hand and squeeze it gently. “You’ll find ‘em, I know you will. You might’ve given up hope, but your person is out there.”

“Thanks Benny. Do you think Lizzie will trade tables with me??”

“I think she can handle Mutt and Jeff for ya.” You quietly thanked him and Lizzie when she handed you a couple of menus.

“Go get ‘em girl, they’ve been watching you all night.”

You were so distracted by the pretty red haired Alpha and her intoxicating scent that you tripped over your feet.

“I'll get you guys new menus, hold on a second.”

“Sorry for the wait. I can take your order whenever you're ready or I can come back and give you guys a few minutes to decide.” You brushed your hair out of your face and smiled.

"I think we're ready to order now sweetheart."

"Okay." You pulled the small notebook out of your apron and flipped it to a blank page. "Whenever you're ready."

“This might be a weird question, but do you guys have cinnamon rolls?”

“Diner speciality made by yours truly.” You smile widely as Charlie lays her menu down on the booth table in front of her. “They usually go super fast but I think we have one or two left. Is that what you’re going with?”

“Yeah, and a cup of coffee to go with it?” You scribbled her order down and smiled at the guy sitting across from her. “And you, sir?”

“You can call me Dean.” You giggled as Dean winked at you and looked over the menu once again. “Bacon cheeseburger and fries. Ohh and a slice of pie.”

“Today’s pie of the day is pecan, if that’s all right.”

“I love pecan pie...”

“Don’t let him fool you, this man loves any pie you could toss at him.”

“It sounds like he loves women pie the most.” You grinned at Charlie who promptly burst into laughter.

“I would never turn down a slice of sweet cherry pie.” Your face flushed again as Dean’s hand brushed against yours. “What do you think sweetheart? You think there’s a possibility of me gettin’ a taste?”

“Dean, what the hell?” Charlie growled low in her throat and you watched as Dean moved his hand away from you.

“You’re handsome Dean, don’t get me wrong, but that was probably one of the creepiest offers I’ve ever received.”

“Hypothetically, if he wasn’t a creep just now, would you have considered it?” You watched Charlie bite her lip in anticipation of your answer.

“Well, a girl needs a good dicking down every once in a while but,” You grinned and looked at Charlie dead on. “I bet you could make me scream in ways I didn’t think was possible.” With a wink, you turned and made a beeline for the kitchen.

"I'm pretty sure your face is the same color as those crawfish we sent out to your favorite old men."

"Why am I allowed to speak? Seriously, Benny - who said 'Oh, all you have to do is talk to the pretty girl that may or may not be your alpha. She'll get a laugh out of you offering yourself up like a full course meal.' What is wrong with me?"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with ya." Benny chuckled as he placed two patties on the grill.

“Feels like it.” You muttered as you plated up the last remaining cinnamon roll. “She’s lucky, this is the last one…”

“How big of a servin’ platter would we need?” Benny snickered as he flipped over the burgers. “I mean, you are just one big cinnamon roll.”

“I’ll show you what this cinnamon roll can do.” You threw your pen at him and Benny laughed harder.

"What's got you all worked up sug?" You jumped as Lizzie placed her hand on your shoulder and you sighed.

"You know that pretty red head that's sitting with ole green eyes out there? That might be Y/N's Alpha and she basically told her she could have Y/N anyway she wanted…"

"I thought you liked guys Y/N?"

"Lizzie, gender has never mattered to me. I like people for who they are." You pulled a clean coffee cup down from the shelf and filled it up. "I also know that I'd love to get to know her before she, ya know… eats me out like a woman starved. Why did I even say that?"

"Yeah, you’re not usually that bold.”

“Benny, how much longer on that burger and fries?”

“I see what you’re trying to do, but this ain’t goin’ away just like that okay? Talk to this girl, get to know her and then see how ya feel. Don’t give up before ya start, you hear me?”

"Yeah, I hear ya."

"Good. Now, go get your tray and take this order out.”

***

"Did you order a cinnamon roll because that waitress reminds you of one and you want to devour her or was there another reason?"

“She smells exactly like a cinnamon roll with hints of maple bacon and coffee.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I can’t get her scent out of my head Dean. I know I barely know her, but I love her..” Charlie groaned and placed her head on the table.

“What are you, a Disney princess meeting her one true love for the first time?"

“YES. no. I don't know. Maybe. Shut up."

"I just feel like you're going ass backwards into this. You fell in love with her at first smell, doesn't that feel weird?"

"I don’t know."

The conversation was dropped as soon as you came back to their table. You smiled as you handed off their order and told them that if they needed anything else, you’d be around.

"I don't know what you did to impress those Alphas, but damn if that's the result every time, I'm keepin' my table next time." You had no idea what she was talking about until she pressed a piece of paper into your hand. There was a small wad of cash in the middle of it, but you pocketed that and unfolded the note.

Y/N, I'm sorry for coming on too strong. Besides the huge ass tip (Charlie's idea), I wanted to give you something to show you that I am truly sorry. Don't lose this, but also don't hurt my sister. - Dean

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#spnabobingo #Love at first smell #Charlie Bradbury x F!Reader #Charlie Bradbury x Reader #Charlie x F!Reader #Charlie x Reader #Alpha!Charlie/Omega!Reader

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morganisboringg · 4 years

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Omegle friendship story ;-;

Stranger: m

You: hiya

You: f

Stranger: bonjour

You: hola

Stranger: im 18 bitchh

You: im 14 hoeee

Stranger: shidddd

Stranger: 😂😂

You: yeah im a childdd

Stranger: lmao

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: but im not a creepy guy so ur good 👌🏼

Stranger: hahaha

You: yeah ie had a 20 year old try to keep talking with me

You: and a 17 yr old ask if i have a nice ass XD ive delt with creepy guys XD

Stranger: hahaha dudes are horny

Stranger: used to be like that too but i realized its wrong

Stranger: so yeah just vibing rn

Stranger: 😤😤😤

You: yeah they are, i be vibin too im watching sky high B)

Stranger: lol

Stranger: im watching rick&morty

Stranger: im the ultimate virgin

You: lmaoooooo , i mean u have to also like game theory and film theory for that but ur close XD

Stranger: never heard of that

Stranger: 😂

You: theyre nerdy yt channels, they make theorys on games and films and shows and stuff

You: they have a bunch on rick and morty

Stranger: oh

Stranger: i watch some of those

Stranger: 😤😂

Stranger: im an ‘adult’ child

You: yeah i do too, i literally have their merch

Stranger: hahahaha

You: oh i hope to be an adult child bc gRosS adults

Stranger: yeah i dont wanna be an adult

You: me either, adults get stares when they only dress in hot topic clothes why would i want that

Stranger: hahahah yeah

Stranger: thats the reason i dont have a gf

Stranger: bc im too childish

You: well then u just havent found the right childish girl

Stranger: that is a fact

You: might i reccomend the single rider lines at like amusement parks XD

Stranger: hahaha why

You: ive seen plenty of dudes shoot there shot there bc the girls are by themselves then they get to ride a rollercoaster together

Stranger: hahah yeah thats fun

Stranger: maybe i wikk

Stranger: :)

You: yeah XD then if it works out a cute date at an amusement park!

Stranger: hahah yeah

Stranger: do u have a amusement park obsession

Stranger: lmaoo

You: uh- thats uniMPORTANTTT

Stranger: hahahhah

You: theres food and adreniline whats not to love!

Stranger: i love them too

Stranger: i once forced my cousin to ride the same coaster 12 times in a row

You: ive ridden king da ka the tallest rollercoaster in the world XD

Stranger: he puked after

You: lmaoooo sounds like smth id do

Stranger: hahaha

You: but then id just say again and go again XD

Stranger: hahahah same

Stranger: adter he threw up i went alone

Stranger: lmao

Stranger: dude i need some advice

You: sure

Stranger: my friends sister (shes 15) has a crush on me

Stranger: what do i do

You: oh shit uh- tell her shes too young

You: or like take her on a cute date but say its a friends date

You: thats a nice way to friend zone sm1

Stranger: yeah true

Stranger: its kinda weird

Stranger: my friend says he doesnt mind

Stranger: 😂

Stranger: but still wekrd

Stranger: weird

You: well thats uh getting to chris hansen levels so gotta shoot her down lmao

Stranger: yeah hahaha

You: but like yk when like a little sisters older siblings s/o would take them on a "date" to show them how to be treated u could do that- idk

Stranger: yeah idkk

Stranger: we shall see

You: we shall broski, just uh dont do anything that chris hansen would ask u to sit down with him over XD

Stranger: hahahah

Stranger: i have no idea who that is

Stranger: oh i looked it up

You: yeah XD

Stranger: lmao

Stranger: yeah like it is weird but not the age difference

Stranger: 3 years is not a lot

You: oh abt the friends sibling thing? XD

Stranger: ya

You: ik 3 years isnt alot in like the grand scheme of stuff but NOW 3 years is the difference between 6th graders and freshman and thats really weird

Stranger: yeah true true

You: and abt them being a friends sibling, um dont pull a kissing booth and be all dating behind everyones back- that movie was weird in general smh

Stranger: hahah

Stranger: yeah i wont

Stranger: his mom told me i would be a good son in law

You: LMAO too soon??

Stranger: 😂

Stranger: yeah right ilnow

You: 1) u arent even dating and 2) u think its weird

You: that would creep me tf out

Stranger: yeah but i dont really care

Stranger: i take it as a compliment

Stranger: it means im nice

You: yeah, im just a generally akward perso so XD

Stranger: hahahaha

You: but like uh if u dont wanna date a friends sibling dont, in most movies thats like number one best friend code no dating sibkings

Stranger: yeah i dont really care if my friend doesnt mins

Stranger: but i dont like her

Stranger: i like someone else

Stranger: and she doesnt like me back

Stranger: 🙃🙂

You: oh cool, aw that suckss u seem really chill and have a good personality so idk whats not to like thats prob my pansexual talking tho XD

Stranger: hahha

Stranger: ur attracted to pans?

Stranger: thanks lmao yeah idk

You: no i came out of the pantry smh

Stranger: 🤯🤯🤯🤯

You: common misconseption XD

Stranger: yeah shes my girl best friend

Stranger: so thats why she doesnt like me

Stranger: but maybe some daaaaaayv

You: oooo thats a hard place to get out of the f r i e n d z o n e

Stranger: ivee been tryyiiiiiiiing

Stranger: to make u love meeee

Stranger: but everything i try

You: *blasts u belong with me by taylor swift on a boombox* now go stand outside her window

Stranger: just takes you further from me

You: XD

Stranger: ghost town by kanye west is such a good song

You: oh i dont think ive listened to it lmao too much emo music and musicals

Stranger: you like kid cudi

You: who..? ugh i feel stupid not knowing stuff

Stranger: ur too young

Stranger: hes a legend

Stranger: makes good music u should listen to him

Stranger: kind of drug/depresion related

You: oh okay, that sounds like smth id listen too XD

Stranger: listen to love. by him on youtube or soundcloud

Stranger: it isnt on spotify

You: oh okay, i use amazon music like a loser XD

Stranger: oh

Stranger: yeah its only on yt or soundcloud lmao

Stranger: hahah doesnt matter right

You: yeah lmao

You: u wanna be friends? its ok to say no cause im 14 XD

You: im morgan btw whats ur name?

Stranger: hahaha aw thats a nice thing to ask

Stranger: but i just came on here to twlk to random people :( sorry

You: im not good at the whole "making friends" thing so idk what to do but ask lmao

Stranger: my name is julian

You: oh okay

Stranger: im sure u will make friends some day

You: OMG ofc its julian- i meet guys with m names or julius/julians never anything else

Stranger: hahaha what do y mean

You: i mean in the past week ive met a mike, mikey, and a mick then ive met like 4 julius' and 2 julians

Stranger: ahhaha wow

Stranger: thats funny

You: i swear idk what is up but smth is

You: my fbi agent is on smth ig

Stranger: hahahhahaha

Stranger: tryna set u up

You: yeah they want either an m&m or m j XD just m&ms or michael jackson IDFK XD

Stranger: haahahah

Stranger: so when did u find out u were pan sexual

You: uh when i was 11 i thinkk

Stranger: wow

Stranger: when i was 11 i was eating boogers out of my nose

You: yeah i knew i wasnt straight since like pre school girls are just too cute lmao

You: lmao thanks for sharing

Stranger: that is a facr

Stranger: women are cute

You: yeah they are XD

Stranger: hahaha

You: ummm idk what to talk abt now lol

Stranger: yeah me too lol

You: uh do u like heathers? like the movie or the musical

Stranger: never heard of it

You: REALLY??

You: my friends saying to skip u smh but i wouldnt dare

Stranger: what do u mean hahah

You: heathers is like a cult classic 80s movie like breakfast club or 16 candles or the outsiders

Stranger: ohh ok hahah

Stranger: i dont watch a lit of old movies

You: u know what those are right? especially the outsiders?

Stranger: only fiction

Stranger: never heard of them

You: U HAVENT???

You: OMG I SWEARR IF I KNEW U IRL ID LIKE FORCE U TO WATCH IT ITS THE BEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD MMMMMMm

Stranger: whats sliced bread

Stranger: 😂😂😂😂

Stranger: i swear i dont watch movies

You: like a loaf of bread XD its an expression

Stranger: oh lolllll

You: but like look up dallas winston MMMMM I LOVE THAT MAN

Stranger: hahah ok

Stranger: this was a fun talk dude hahah

Stranger: i ahve to go eat rn

You: okay byee nice talk too bad we cant be friends i wish u luck <3

Stranger: were kind of stranger friends

Stranger: so count me as a friend

Stranger: :S

You: okay too bad after this we'll never talk again

You: S?

Stranger: idk lmao

Stranger: yeah but thats life

Stranger: byeee 😘

You: yeah it is byeeee

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retrobhaddie · 5 years

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Cinderella

A/n: This is for a writing challenge from @sincerelymlg

wordcount: 2.4 k

summary: Y/n is a servant for her stepmother but one ball changes it.

warnings: abusing, death, toxic family, chasings, angst, fluff

Y/n wakes up by the singing of the birds. “Oh why did you have to wake me up I was having such a lovely dream” she sighed. She used to have wonderful life before her father died and she was left in the hands of her step-mother. That god awful person made y/n her servant and made her work day in and day out.

“I can’t tell you my dream though, because a wish won’t come true when you tell it and a dream is a wish your heart makes” she sings.

Y/n gets dressed in her knee-length dress brown dress and a white ripped apron. she slips on her brown ballerinas. “I hope my wish will come one day” she ties her y/h/c with a blue lint.

“Let’s get to work before the others wake up” she strokes one of the birds before descending the stairs to the stables. Y/n feeds the cat, collect the eggs, cleans the stables and walks the dog.

“Y/n! Come here this instant” y/n’s stepmother shouted from her bedroom. “I’m coming mother” y/n quickly obliged afraid of what would happen if she didn’t.

Y/n hurried up the steps trying to make as little sound as possible, if lady Tremaine would even hear a soft squeak out of her she would have to do even more chores.

“You called me mother” y/n walked in the room. “I heard about the joke you played on your sisters, placing a mouse in you sisters breakfast. Unacceptable” she scolded y/n. “I’m sorry mother. It won’t happen again” y/n lowered her head. “No it won’t but as punishment you will have to scrub every floor until I can see my reflection in it, dust the cabins and clean the silverware” lady Tremaine ordered. “Yes mother”

Y/n walked back down and started to work. The list seemed endless. “I’m almost done” y/n mutters to herself. She looked up and saw that the hall she had cleaned filled with dust. “Oh no” she sighs. Just then the doorbell rang.

“Hello good sir, how may I help you” y/n greated the man. “Hello I’ve come to bring this letter from the king” the man handed the letter with the red stamp on it. “I must be going now, have a nice day” the postman left and y/n closed the grand doors.

“I have to bring this to mother. Maybe Drizella would stop singing as well” y/n said hopeful, she would do anything to stop the screeching her mother calls singing.

“Mother I am sorry to disturb you, but this just came in” y/n shows her the letter. “That is no reason to intrude our lesson” lady Tremaine barks. “It’s from the palace mother” y/n explained, the eyes of both Drizella and Anastasia shot up. “Were you talking about the prince? Give me that” Anastasia snatched the paper out of y/n’s hands. “Let me see” Drizella took it away from her sister and they began bickering about it. “Girls girls calm down” lady Tremaine tried to calm them down. “Hand it over” she ordered to her two daughters. “Yes mother” they said in union.

“Oh my-” y/n’s stepmother placed her hand over her mouth. “What is it mother?” the twins scurried around her to see what caused this reaction. “All women who are possible brides in this kingdom are invited” lady Tremaine reads the delicate paper. “That means I get to go as well” y/n beams.

“It was in the invitation, all women. That includes myself mother” y/n says happy. “Well I guess it does, you can go if you finish your chores”

“Thank you mother, thank you” Y/n walks away to her room, where her friends, the animals were. “Oh I get to go to the ball, I just need a dress” y/n twirls around in her room and opens a box. In it is a stuffy old gown. “I know it is not perfect but it’s all I have” she sighs.

“Y/n! Come here!” Anastasia shouts from her room. “I guess this can wait” y/n glances one last time to the dress before going to her step-sister’s room.

“Hello Anastasia” she opens the door to the big room of her entitled sister. “Y/n I need you to wash and iron my dress immediately” Anastasia throws her ginormous dress on the so called servant. “Of course” y/n turns around to start her task before she hears one last thing from her step-sister, “And hurry up will you”

Y/n finishes cleaning the dress and brings it back to Anastasia, she sighs to herself as she has a whole list of chores to do before she’s ready. She still has to dust the cabins and polish the silverware. “I will never be ready for the ball, I guess I can’t go then”

She continues doing her jobs, when she finished them all the carriage is at the front door. “Your transportation is ready” y/n says to lady Tremaine. “But you aren’t ready” she replies with a smug tone. “I’ve finished my chores, but I don’t have a dress so I can’t go”

“How sad, now go dear” y/n slumps up the staircase to her room, she’s ready to fall in her bed and sleep maybe cry a little. The sight she sees when she opens the door was a complete shock to her as a beautiful pink ball gown lays on her bed. “Oh my- it’s beautiful thank you so much” she thanks the mice and birds in her room.

“It was no problem” Jaq says. “Put it on y/n” all the animals say in unison. “I will” y/n grabs the gown and slips it over her head. She closes the zipper and slips in her heels. She tops everything off with a pearl necklace. “Thank you everyone, now I have a ball to attend” y/n runs down the stairs to the main hall where fortunately her step-family still was. “Wait I’m ready” she shouts as she hurries further down.

“What a beautiful dress” lady Tremaine looks at her her eyes linger on the necklace. She gently grabs it with her hands. “Thank you” y/n says hesitant, unsure of what her step-mother’s intentions are. “Drizella don’t you think her her dress is amazing”

“No I don’t- Wait! That’s my necklace you thieve” Drizella snatches the pearls from her neck making them fall everywhere. “That is my fabric” Anastasia joins in and together they rip y/n’s dress in pieces.

“Please stop- please” y/n pleads but to avail her entire dress is torn. “Looks like you can’t join anyhow” lady Tremaine snickers. Y/n burst out in tears and she runs away to the garden. It was her only safe haven in this house, the only place she isn’t hunted with jobs that make her stomach turn.

She falls down with her head on a bench as she continues to cry. The animals walk near her to see what is going and their hearts break at the sight of the broken girl. An older woman appears out of thin air on the bench, she pats y/n’s head. “There there it will work out” she comforts her.

“Don’t worry my dear child, I’m your fairy godmother and I’m here to help you” she explains. “Now where did I leave my wand” she searches in her garment, “oh there it is” she holds her hand up and a wand materialises in her hand. Y/n stares in shock at the white stick. “Now you can’t go to a ball without a carriage right? Well bibbidi bobbidi boo” the godmother points at a pumpkin with her wand and it turns into the most beautiful carriage seen to men.It is white golden accents and a pink interior.

“And you need horses of course”, she continues to sing bibbidi bobbidi boo, “and lackey ohh and coachman of course. Now now my child you can go” she ushers y/n to the carriage. “Oh thank you so much but I can’t go with my dress in pieces” y/n explains. “Oh golly now, let’s get you fixed up, bibbidi bobbidi boo” after the fairy godmother says her spell, magic starts surrounding y/n’s body. She twirls around a few times before the white light is gone.

A blue ball gown is around her. It is tight around the body but ends in a big skirt. “This is perfect thank you, thank you three thousand times.” y/n sits in her ride. “It’s no problem dear, but remember when the clock hand points to twelve o’clock exactly, the magic will fall and everything is back to the way it used to be.” the godmother explains one last time before y/n is taken to the castle. The ride is surprisingly short and y/n soon finds herself at the red staircase to the ballroom. The sight is marvelous from the large curtains hanging to the side to the marble floor. Everything takes y/n breaths away as she stares around in wonder. A tap on the shoulder shakes her from her thought and before her is a man around her age. “Hello ma’am” he kisses the back of her hand, “may I have this dance” he bows to the girl. “I would love to” y/n giggles like a schoolgirl. He grabs her by the waist and together they sway over the dance floor in perfect harmony. All the people around them stare in shock at the girl nobody seems to know even the king himself had no clue.

Together they dance out of the room to the royal gardens, the big curtains close behind them to stop any curious guest to waltz in their special moment. “The moon is so enchanting” y/n says as she looks up dreamily. “It is” the prince glances at the mystery girl next to him. “I want to show you something” he takes her hand into his hand leads her to a pond.

“Why did you brought me here?” y/n asks. “Well I hoped that we could-” his sentence is cut off by the ringing of the bells. “Oh no is it that late?” y/n looks with horror to the clock. “It’s only twelve o’clock” Bucky tries to calm her. “I’m sorry I have to go” y/n stands up.

“Why?”

“I haven’t seen the prince yet”

“Don’t you know that”

Y/n doesn’t give him time to let him finish his sentence as she rushes out of the garden to the exit. The prince, of who she was oblivious of his identity and the duke. “I have to go” she says to herself, as she rushes down the stairs a single one of her glass slippers slip of her feet. She goes to grab it back but even more people are following her now. She discards the shoe and runs further towards her carriage. They leave in a hurry and followed by multiple knights. The clock continues to tick and all the transformed animals and plants turn back to the previous state, including y/n’s dress. The only thing that reminds her that this night is in fact real is the single glass slipper on her foot.

The day go by as usual now, y/n wakes up and starts her chores. That is until y/n overhears a conversation between lady Tremaine and her daughters. “The duke is coming today to find the person who danced with the prince. You two still have a chance all you have to do is fit the slipper she lost at the party and you’ll wed the prince”

The tray of food y/n carries slips out of her hands. “The prince” y/n whispers to herself. “We need to get ready” Drizella and Anastasia say at the same time they throw all kind of clothes in y/n’s hands, but she just keeps staring in a faze not hearing the incoherent words that the sisters say. “Oh yeah we’ve to get ready” y/n drops all the clothes and dances to her room. However, the moment she steps in the door closes behind and her a click shows y/n that it’s locked. “No please don’t do this” she shouts towards whoever locked it. “Please” her voice is much softer now and a muffled sob escapes her lips.

The sob turned into more crying and y/n thinks back to the time she was crying on the bench. That day her fairy godmother showed, but y/n knows that this is different she won’t get out of the room, she’s stuck like she will always be. She lets herself swallow in self pity for a while. “Y/n y/n” a petit voice says, y/n looks down and the key of her door lays in front of her. “Thank you so much” she says as she turns the doorknob. It felt like she has been running down stairs a lot these last days but she could handle one more time of she would get to marry her love.

She sees that the duke is just about to leave, “wait sir, can I fit it?” she asks him just in time. The two men from the king’s house look in shock as y/n elegantly descends the steps further. “Of course you can” the duke smiles at her, he grabs her hand and leads her to a chair to sit on. The smaller servant goes to grab the slipper but in his haste he trips and th glass shoe falls and it shatters when it touches the ground.

“No! The king will kill me if he sees this” the duke weeps. “I might have something that will help” y/n goes to grab the hand. “No nothing could help” the duke doesn’t even look up. “Oh but I have the other slipper” y/n shows it to him. The duke looks like his eyes could pop out of it’s sockets. “Well let’s do this” he slides on the slipper to show it’s a perfect fit. “I’m so glad I finally found you” the duke says, he escorts y/n to the carriage and her new life as the queen.

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harrystylesgoldencreature · 5 years

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The Spark- Chapter Five

As soon as her cab was out of site, Harry reached for his phone. Looking up the number for the hospital, he dialed it right away.

“New York Presbyterian. Gail speaking, how may I assist you?” An overly friendly voice came on the line.

“Yes, I would like to make a payment on behalf of a friend of mine.” He told her determined.

“Alright, I can definitely help you out with that. Who is the name under?”

“The last name should be under y/l/n. He has cancer and is in need of a transplant. I would like to pay for it in full. I would also like to add of bit extra to that just in case they need anything else.” He told her in a professional manner.

“Alright, if you will just allow me a moment to pull up the account.”

Harry waited patiently, as he heard her typing away at her computer. It took her a few minutes to find the information she was needing, and a few minutes longer to locate his bill.

“Alright, I have the account here. Are you sure about this?” She asked concerned. “This transplant is quite expensive, not to mention the hospital stay and everything else he will be needing.”

“I don't care about the price, I would like it to be anonymous though.”

“Very well. I will just need your information, and we can get started.”

Harry gladly gave her all of his information. She took down his name and card number, willingly. Once all was said and done, Harry felt relieved. He might not be able to cure her fathers cancer, but at least this way he had a fighting chance. Harry had known loss in his life, and he never wanted anyone to have to go through that sort of pain. If this could save her from that torture he was more than willing to help. Besides, it wasn't like he was lacking in funds.

“It looks like I have everything I need. Thank you so much Mr. Styles.” Gail told him.

“Perfect. Thank you!”

Hanging up the phone, Harry smiled. He really hoped this transplant would be the answer to their prayers.

Suddenly feeling the inspiration he was once lacking, he turned around to head back to the studio. He walked with new purpose. Although, he didn't get to spend a whole lot of time with her, he felt like a brand new person. She was definitely a great muse for him.

Your Point of View!

Your mind was a complete mess, as your taxi made its way to the hospital. Harry had been everything you had thought he would be and so much more. He was truly incredible, and he made you feel weak in the knees. You couldn't seem to get him off of your mind.

You had found it extremely easy to talk to him. You had never felt so comfortable with anyone in your entire life. It was both strange and exhilarating, at the same time. It was a new feeling and it made you giddy.

The ride to the hospital usually took about fifteen minutes. Today, however, the traffic was heavy. Sitting back, you closed your eyes and tried to relax. As the driver inched his way into the traffic, your mind began to drift.

These last few weeks had been a complete nightmare for you. You had never in a million years thought that one day you would be facing the very real possibility of losing one of your parents. The thought alone was beyond unbearable. It felt like a part of you was also dying.

You and your parents had always been extremely close. You were an only child so it had always just been the three of you. You had done everything together, throughout the years. They were truly your best friends, and there was nothing they wouldn't do for you.

Now, the thought of losing your dad was tormenting you. You spent every waking moment thinking about it, and you lost many nights sleep worrying and stressing over it. It had become overwhelming, and you weren't sure how much more you would be able to take. You had tried your absolute best to be strong for both of your parents, but it was beginning to be all to much.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi finally pulled into the hospital parking lot. Sighing, you slowly got out of the cab. Thanking the driver, you turned away. You stood in the parking lot for a few minutes, trying to pull yourself together. It was starting to get harder and harder, to pretend that you were okay.

Staring at the outside of the hospital, you forced yourself forward. You had always dreading going to the hospital, ever since you were a little girl. There was something depressing about it that you couldn't quite put your finger on. It seemed like every time you had been in this particular hospital, someone had either died or was about to. You hated to think about it that way, but it had been the truth. You associated this place with death, and you hated that your dad had to been at this hospital at all.

Hardening your heart, you walked into the lobby of the massive hospital.

“Good morning!” Gail called out.

You had been such a regular visitor that you knew most every worker here. Every time you passed them in the hallways, they would make small talk while giving you a look of pity. You hated that look most of all. Most people had not known what to say around you so they just look at you with sadden eyes.

You and Gail had spent quite a lot of time together. She was in her mid forties, but still acted like a teenager. She was currently wearing bright pink scrubs and her graying hair was tied back into a tight ponytail.

“Morning,” you said faking a smile.

“I figured you would be ecstatic! Come on! Today is a happy day!”

“I'm sorry? What are you talking about? How is today a happy one?!” You asked her rather confused.

“Oh,” she frowned. “I guess you haven't heard.”

“Heard what?”

“Umm.. I'm not sure news like this should come from me. Why don't you go speak with your parents. I'm sure they would want to be the ones to tell you.”

“I'm so confused. What's going on?”

“It's nothing bad! I promise.”

“Just tell me!”

“I can't do that sweetie. Go see your dad.”

Frustrated you headed off to see what was going on. It wasn't like Gail to hold back. You had not know the older women for long, but you did know that she loved gossip in any and all forms.

Rushing to the elevator, you hit the button for the eleventh floor. The elevator was painstakingly slow, as it inched to the right floor. Every time the door opened to let people on and off, it made you that much more irritated. By the time it was finally at the right floor, your nerves were going haywire.

You walked down the long familiar hallway, until you stood outside of your dad's room. You could hear a lot of chatter from inside of the room. The talk seemed oddly cheerful which made you hesitant.

Slowly opening the door, you stepped inside. The atmosphere in the room was very uplifting. Everyone had smiles on their faces. Your dad was sitting up in his bed chatting with your uncle. When seeing you, your mom ran up to you and locked you in a tight hug.

“What's going on?!” You asked a little taken aback.

Looking around the room, you took in the maybe smiling faces. Your aunt, two uncles, and many cousins were all crowded around the small room. It was strange seeing them all so happy, after the many weeks of sadness and fear.

“Oh honey! We just received some wonderful news!” Your mom cheered grabbing you by the face.

“What is it?”

“Your dad's getting a new liver! They found a donor!”

“What?!” You asked your heart stopping. Although you wanted to believe it badly, you couldn't force yourself to have hope. “What do you mean they found a donor? What about the money? We haven't gotten together all the funds yet. How are we going to pay for the surgery?” You started rambling nervously.

“Y/n! Darling! Slow down!” She said sternly, putting her hands on your shoulders. “It's been taken care of!”

“Wait what? What do you mean it's been taken care of?”

“Yes darling. Your dad's entire hospital bill along with the cost of the surgery and transplant. Someone called in earlier and paid it in full. It's a miracle! An answered prayer!” She cried.

You were frozen in your spot. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your dad was going to get his liver, and he was going to be okay. Tears of joy started to fall down your cheeks as you took it all in.

“He's getting a liver?” You asked her wanting a conformation.

“He's getting a liver.” She cried, pulling you in for another hug. You held onto her tightly, burying your head in her shoulder. “He's going to be alright, I told you things would work out.” She spoke softly, rubbing your back soothingly.

Pulling away from her, you rushed to your dad's side. “Ohh daddy!” You said, throwing yourself into his lap and wrapping your arms around him. Losing yourself you wept into his chest.

“Oh honey! It's alright! I'm going to be just fine! I promise you. You're going to be stuck with me for a very long time!” He was still weak, but he didn't let that stop him from holding you closely.

“I'm holding you to that!” You cried.

“I'm not going anywhere sweetpea. Besides, if I'm gone who would walk you down the aisle when you get married. You know I wouldn't miss that for anything in the world.”

“Oh daddy! I love you!”

“I love you to sweetheart.” He spoke softly. Looking up, you noticed his eyes begin to droop.

“They just gave him his pain meds,” your mom informed you.

You simply nodded your head. “Get you some rest daddy, you're going to need your strength. Besides, there's something I need to do.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek and carefully got out of his bed.

“Where are you going?” Your mom asked curious.

“I think I know who our anonymous donor is,” you told her.

“What? Who could it be? I don't know anyone who would have that kind of money!”

“I do. I won't be long, I promise.” Giving her one final hug, you made your way out of the room.

Making your way out of the hospital, you reached for your phone. Smiling when you saw the picture of you and Harry, you hit the call button.

“Hello?” He answered after the third ring. His thick accent sent chills down your spine.

“You didn't have to do that you know.” You spoke into the phone, without a greeting.

He was quiet on the other end, trying to think of a response. After a minute of silence, you spoke again.

“Can I see you?” You asked, your heart beat rising.

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “I'm at the studio right now, but I can meet you in a little bit if you'd like.”

“I can come there if you don't mind.”

“Alright,” he said hesitantly. “I'll text you the address.”

“Perfect. I'll see you in a bit!” Hanging up the phone, you called a taxi.

Five minutes later, a cab pulled up and you hurriedly got in. Giving him the address to the studio, you sat back and thought of what you were going to say to Harry.

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mcgrathsx-blog · 5 years

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tell me how to feel about you ; mcjames

Characters: Katie McGrath & Bradley James ( @bradleyxjames ) Setting: Bradley’s apartment, London Warnings: N/A Timeframe: Last week (i forgot shh) Description: After what it had seem a never ending battle between her heart and her mind, the Irish actress had decided that for once, she was going to forget about being rational and simply listen to her heart. Which led her to jump on a plane to surprise Bradley in London.

Katie: The last couple of weeks had been a complete mayhem for the Irish actress, she was still trying to get over the fact that her wedding had happened, same as the annulment process and everything in between. Even if she had been wishing that everything had been just a nightmare. She knew that it would take time for her to heal completely, but she was also aware that sometimes good things fell apart so that better things could fall together. Maybe that’s why without really thinking about it, Katie had packed a bag and taken a flight to London. She had to go and pick up her son from Theo’s mother’s house but not until three days from now, so she decided to surprise a certain someone by paying him a visit. It was one of those times where her mind seemed to have lost a battle against her heart. For the first time in what it felt like forever, she wasn’t thinking, and instead she decided to follow her heart. Being back in London brought so many memories, some good and some bad, but still she was insanely happy to be back in the place where she called home for so many years. Katie pushed the doorbell once... twice... three times, yes, she was impatient. “What the hell am I doing?” Katie muttered under her breath, while she rocked on her heels back and forth, waiting for Bradley to answer the door.

Bradley: since going home from Greece, bradley had been on the go with filming and being with his mum as much as he could. she had decided that she wanted to paint his apartment. why? he wasn't sure but he also wasn't going to tell her no because it was something they could do together. which was why when he heard the doorbell over the music pumping out of a speaker that he had sitting on the floor, he set down the paint roller and grabbed the rag out of his back pocket so that he could wipe the paint off his hands. his living room was a mess but it was starting to come together. the color on the wall - one that he had chosen himself - was a soft green called Winter Shamrock and for the life of him he wasn't sure why he had chosen it. until the opened the door, looking into the emerald eyes of the woman standing on the other side of it. ahh, he thought to himself, there is the reason it was chosen. "aren't you a long way from home?" he questioned, blonde brows risen over sparkling blue eyes. "not that i'm complaining. that just means we can put you to work," with a smirk he stepped back and held the door open for her.

Katie: as soon as Bradley opened the door, it was as if all of Katie's doubts had suddenly vanished. And without thinking twice, an ear to ear smile appeared on her face and before she knew it she was jumping on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Immediately crashing her lips against his. God, how much she had missed those lips. Her heart felt like it would rip its way out of her chest, any moment now. "Hi" she simply said in a softest tone of voice. She stole one more kiss from his lips, a gentle and slow one, before her legs went back to the floor. "Wait - what?" She asked with a chuckle. "What am I working on?" But before she gave him the chance to respond to her query, she looked around and noticed what was happening. "Ohh... " She said in wonder. "You're painting your place by yourself? Impressive." She admitted with a nodding of her head.

Bradley: feeling the woman wrap herself around him, he couldn't help but to grin into the kisses she was giving him, his arms snaking around her waist so that way he could hold her up for as long as she was in his arms. "mm, hello to you, too" he said against her lips before she had gone back to her feet, a laugh coming from his lips. "not alone, no." as he was about to tell her his mum was there, she came into the room and stopped in her tracks as she began to speak. "oh, we have company!' she exclaimed while going over to Katie and smiling at her. "hello, dear." this was going to be weird, he could already tell, but what could he do? "actually the painting was all her idea," he pointed his index finger at his mum with a goofy grin on his face. "and when she says she thinks something should be done.." he trailed off when the older woman rolled her eyes at him. "i was just about to make tea, would you like some?" she asked Katie, ignoring her son and waving her hand for them to follow her back into the kitchen. since they were finishing up the living room, the kitchen was safe to be in. the tins of cookies stacked up on the counter that she made him, opened revealing different cookies in them. "i'm sorry about this," he whispered to Katie as he took her head and led her towards the kitchen.

Katie: before Katie could ask him who else was around, she was suddenly surprised when she heard his mother's voice. "Stephanie, oh my god, hello, it's been so long." The Irish actress said as she approached the older woman to give her a hug. She knew that her face was probably in an embarrassing shade of red. She had literally barged in her son's apartment, and had been all over him. "I'm not surprised, you wouldn't have come up with it on your own, and you can't fight me on this." Katie said with a soft chuckle as she turned to look at Bradley for just a couple of seconds. "Tea sounds lovely, thank you." Katie nodded politely, before slapping his torso, "A little warning would've been nice, don't you think? This is so embarrassing." Katie whispered, but still smiled, pulling her hand back, not wanting to make things worse. She knew how close Bradley's relationship was with mother. And she hadn't spoken to the other woman ever since their break-up, who knows what she thought of Katie now.

Bradley: "i tried but then you all but jumped me," his lips twitched into a smirk as he rolled his eyes at her. "it shouldn't be. i'm a big boy and she knows i kiss girls all the time." now he was just being annoying and he knew it, not that he cared. Katie should be used to him by now. "what are you doing here? i didn't know you were coming across the pond once you were back in the states." not that he was complaining, he was excited for her to be here and that was evident in the grins that didn't seem to want to leave his lips. "i've missed you," he spoke honestly as he took her hand again and laced their fingers together so that she couldn't tug it away again. "my sisters are supposed to show up eventually too, so if they do you might just have to deal with them all." now he let out a laugh, shaking his head. he was surrounded by women and he didn't mind it one bit, especially since they were all beautiful and smart.

Katie: couldn't help to roll her eyes at his first words, "I actually came here to pick up Kian, he is with Theo's mother-- well I'm supposed to pick him up three days from now, so I thought I would take a detour and surprise you." The actress said with a nonchalant shrugging of her shoulders. Her eyes went immediately to their hands, fingers laced together. A soft breath escaped from her lips, and she looked up to look into his baby blues. "I missed you too... kind of." She teased and leaned to steal a quick kiss before they entered the kitchen. "Oh boy, no pressure.. at all." Katie exhaled. Okay, this was nerve wracking. The girl had absolutely no clue of what his family thought about her, but she had this, she could deal it with it -- right? "Should I come back later? I don't want to interrupt if you were going to have a family gathering." She stated, nibbling on her lower lip.

Bradley: "ahh, the little guy. do i get to meet him finally?" he questioned, not wanting her to think it had to be done, but actually a little excited to finally see the boy other than pictures. "kind of my butt," he said with another laugh as he rounded to corner and looked at his mum, who was turning to set down a tray on the counter. her eyes went down to their linked fingers and she smiled. "so Katie, how have you been? i am going to say this only once, you are amazing on Supergirl. team Lena for life." his mum was a crazy lady, most people knew that and loved her for it, so her saying what she just had made him bite into his lip so that he wouldn't laugh again. "no, you have to stay. they are just coming to make sure i'm doing things right." rolling his eyes - again - he shook his head at her question. "plus one of them is supposed to be bringing food since i haven't stocked my fridge in a while. haven't been home so didn't need to have anything in it."

Katie: raised her eyebrows in surprise, a warm smile quickly followed. "Of course, if you want to meet him I could bring him over before we head back to Vancouver? He loves football, so I'm sure he's going to like you." She admitted with a firm nodding of her head. Sandra's comment made Katie's smile widen, "You've seen the show?! I'm so delighted to hear that." Katie said with a soft chuckle. "Thank you for that, being able to play such a strong character is such a blessing." She went over to the kitchen island and sat on one of the stools, without letting go of Bradley's hand. "How about you? How's everything? This guy isn't giving you too much trouble?" She eyed the blonde for a moment. "You'd be lost without your family, you realize that, right?" She smirked before extending her free hand to take one of the cups, taking a small sip of tea. It felt like home. "This is so good, you can't get a proper cup of tea in either Vancouver or the Sates."

Bradley: "then please do bring him 'round. we'll play some footy and he can show me how much i've grown to suck at it." a teasing light lit up his eyes as he listened to the two women talk, taking up a cookie from one of the tins and nibbling on it. "i have! it's such a fascinating show. all those young people saving the world and aliens. who doesn't love it?" nodding her head along to Katie speaking about playing strong characters, his mum reached over to lay her head against Katie's arm. "a strong woman playing another strong woman, it's how the world should be." tilting his head, he couldn't agree more, even though he regretted those words not coming from him. his mother could teach him a lot about making a woman weak, he noticed. "i do know it, love. they are my backbone and my corner stone, without them i'd basically be nothing." which was why he let them bug him, harass him and tell him what to do. they knew better, after all, women always did. "that's right. tea is best at home." he fully agreed, even if he had just bought a home in LA not too long ago. "i was telling mum the other day how she needs to come spend time with me in LA since i bought a house there. she's telling me that it isn't for her and it's breaking my wee heart."

Katie: "Oh absolutely, and the aliens are the best part... even when some of them are murderous aliens, but it's okay. The good guys win most of the time." The Irish said, followed by a chuckle. With each passing second she was feeling more and more relaxed, she honestly felt like she was back home. And that was a feeling like no other. Sandra's words warmed her heart, making it seem like she had been worrying for absolutely no reason, but hey what else was new? "You're going to make me cry." Katie said with a laugh, while she rested her cheek against the older woman's head for a few, she meant it though. Everyone who knew Katie, also knew that she was a big crier and it didn't take much for her to shed a few tears. Hearing Bradley talk about his family brought a big smile to her face, his devotion towards them was one of the things that had made her fall for him, she was glad that it hadn't changed. "Oh no, why LA?" Katie wrinkled her nose. "Sandra, if you ever come to America, ring me a bell and I'll take you to New York with me. The streets are always crowded, the city never sleeps, there's food in every corner, it's absolutely loud.. dirty even, but you'll love it. It's not that different from London." She said with a chuckle. Her closest friends also knew that Katie despised the sun, and LA was far too sunny for her, that's why New York had become her home away from home.

Bradley: aliens? the young blonde had no idea what they were talking about - or so he'd tell Katie, though he actually did follow her show - so he continued to eat his cookie and listen. "that sounds a little stupid," he said as he waited to either be ignored or slapped silly. this time he knew he'd be getting it from two directions and he wasn't even sorry for being a jerk. "hey, how about you stop trying to get her to go visit you when she won't even come visit her own son. it's not fair." though knowing his mum, she'd do her best to get him to go along with her, which he wouldn't mind. not one bit. "that sounds like fun, dear. i hear that they have such pretty things in New York. especially the broadway shows." a far away look came over her face and bradley raised an eyebrow, never quite understanding where his mother went when it happened. not sure if he wanted to know either. "then i shall take you one of these days," he said, trying to recapture her attention and take her away from where she had gone to. "the sisters could come too. we'll make a weekend out of it and if Katie's around, maybe she can join us as well. her and her son."

Katie: "Shut up." Katie muttered, pulling her hand back so she could slap his forearm playfully before she went back to lacing their fingers together. "LA is so overrated, that's why. If she's coming to America, she should see the best places." She stated with a grin and a nodding of her head. "Oh that would be so lovely!" The actress turned to look at the other woman now, giving her, her full attention. "Finding Neverland will play again the month, I've been meaning to take Kian to see a show, hopefully I can manage to get him to love musicals as well, I haven't had much luck in that department." The girl explained, her eyes going from back and forth from Bradley to Sandra, noticing how he had raised one of his brows and she was wondering if she had missed something. "While your sisters come over, I'd love to help with the painting... but I might need to borrow an old shirt from you, and fair warning I've never done this before but hey, it can't be that hard right?"

Bradley: "why did no one tell me that before i bought a house there?" he grumbled as he took the slap and laughed, shaking his head at her. "maybe i'll gift it to one of my sisters and buy something in New York instead." the thought was a serious one but he didn't want to scare her, so he teased her. "that way i can be close enough to you, to bother you and wake you up at all hours of the day and night for no reasons at all." his blue eyes danced with amusement as he nodded her head, tugging her hands so that she'd get up from the stool she was sitting on. "Finding Neverland is one of my favorites, if i'm to be honest with you. i saw a video of it on Youtube and fell head over heels for it. not that i'd admit that to anyone outside of you two. i have a reputation to protect." walking towards the living room again, he paused to smile at his mom. "i'll get Katie a shirt and then we'll get back to the painting. since it's my home, i don't mind doing it myself but Katie covered in paint will be an interesting sight." winking at his mom, he turned the corner and pulled Katie with him, flattening her against the wall once they were out of sight. "i have to do this," he stated quietly before taking her lips with his.

Katie: turned to him the moment he mentioned buying something in New York instead, which made the actress raise both of her eyebrows in surprise. Sure, he had deflected by adding the little teasing notes, but still she couldn't deny the fact that having Bradley so close to her would bring her a great amount of joy. "You'll definitely get along with Kian then, he also wakes me up at all of hours of the day and night for not reason at all." She commented with a soft chuckle. "If you do end up doing it, you'll come to the conclusion that there's no battle between LA and NYC, New York wins by far." She nodded firmly. "Then we have to take you to see it, it's also one of my favorites. I wanted to be one of the lost boys back when I was younger... and I'll even admit that at this age i also wouldn't mind to be one, in the slightest." In cue, she stood up as well and her eyes shifted to the other woman in the room. "We'll be right back, and despite what Bradley thinks I won't mess up." She assured with a soft chuckle. Now that they had rounded the corner, Katie was surprised by his lips, which she welcomed with delight. Having Bradley press her against the wall, brought back so many memories from when they would sneak around on set, stealing kisses between scenes in every opportunity they had. "I missed you" Katie muttered against his lips, bringing her hands to his lips so she could grab handfuls of hair, pulling him to her as much as she could.

Bradley: hearing her talk about New York like she did, he could understand how it might be a nice place to live, especially if what she had told his mother earlier were true. so many different things to see, to do, and anyone who knew him knows that food was his one true love. or at least one of them. so the idea to move there began to take on even more roots, ones that he couldn't seem to dislodge no matter how many times he told himself it was a bad idea. "i've missed you too, love." he whispered against her lips, his hands going down to her hips where he dragged her against him. having her body against his brought back so many memories, memories that he had closed off for so long. they were good ones, some that turned his heart inside out because it made him want her all over again. not that he had ever stopped, not in a million years. "if my mother wasn't here right now.." he stated, a smirk coming onto his lips as he looked into her eyes before kissing her lips again. "you'd be completely naked in my bed right about now," if only he thought with a sigh before pulling away and moving back so that she could move away from the wall if she chose. "now about that shirt."

Katie: had to close her eyes upon hearing his words, immediately feeling goosebumps in her skin and a wave of electricity run down her spine. The pull he had on her was undeniable, she was completely drawn to him. Always had been, since day one. A connection and attraction that went beyond the physical aspect. Katie leaned forward, tiptoeing so she could press her lips against his ear. "As if you were that lucky." She said, slowly, her voice filled with want. She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth, proceeding to ran her tongue against it, soothing the skin where she had just bitten before pulling away from him without taking a final glance. "Room's this way, right?" She inquired, but didn't wait for an answer before she continued her quest down the hallway, until she found the master bedroom.

Bradley: "i am a very, very lucky man indeed." he spoke up as he followed her to the bedroom, leaning a hip against the door frame and keeping a distance from her so that he wouldn't do something that might get them in trouble. "you're such a tease, Katherine. if my mum wasn't here, you would be tearing my clothes off just as quickly ad i'd do to your's. there's always been chemistry between us, that's something you can't deny." just like the vibes in the air surrounding them now. it wasn't anything new, in the past a lot of people had told him more than once that they could cut through it with a knife that it was so palpable. bradley walked over to his closet and pulled the door open, stepping inside to start going through the shirts inside. he had quite a few that were older, tattered and well used. pulling one off the shelf, he turned around and held it out to her. "how about this one?"

Katie: "I seriously have no idea what you're talking about." She said nonchalantly as she walked to the edge of his enormous bed, sitting down as she ran a hand through her raven colored locks. Her green eyes were locked with his baby blues. She definitely knew what he was talking about. The electricity and tension was so thick in the air, that her breathing was becoming a little heavier by the second. Emerald eyes following his every move, like a predator looking intently at its prey. The metaphor suiting her perfectly, if she had her way, she would be devouring him. "That one looks perfect." She commented with a satisfied nod while standing up from the bed, she grabbed the piece of clothing and put it on top of the matress, turning to him again. This time she held her arms over her head, "Can you help me with my shirt?" The girl questioned, with a small playful smile.

Bradley: could hardly breathe when asked if he could help her with her shirt, something that he could remember doing more than once. Katie was a seductress of the highest power and she knew it, even if she didn't want to admit it. "you don't have to ask me twice," he murmured while walking over to her and grasping the hem of her shirt, tugging hit upwards slowly, so that his eyes could watch the revealing over eye inch of her creamy white smooth skin. a groan was making it's way up his chest, close to coming out of his throat when he finally pulled it over her head and tossed it onto his bed. a bed that was not made but soft as feathers if he were to only move her towards it, lay her down on it and climb on top of her. the thought was maddening but he knew better. it wasn't the right time. "there. no more shirt," he said as he turned away from her and smiled to himself.

Katie: was glad she had decided to wear one of her nicest laced bras, even when Bradley had turned away from her she knew that he would've at least caught a glimpse of her while removing her shirt. Okay, she had to admit that she loved doing that. Getting under his skin, teasing him in the process. His reactions would never disappoint. He surely knew how to make her feel wanted and beautiful. "Thank you, so skilled aren't you?" She said with a soft chuckle, grabbing his shirt from the bed and putting it on. The shirt was several sizes too big for her, so she tied a knot on the hem, that was hanging on one side of her hips. "I'm decent, you can turn around now. Don't worry, I'm not going to seduce you and steal your virtue." The girl claimed, with another chuckle, one that was followed by a playful rolling of her eyes.

Bradley: couldn't help but laugh as he turned back to look at her, a little disappointed that she really was in the shirt and that she hadn't just told him that so that he'd see her in her bra. "i don't have any virtue left, i'm afraid. you stole that from me a long time ago." a grin was on his face as he stepped towards her once more, framing her face in his hands so that he could lean down and press a gentle kiss to her plump lips. would he ever get tired of kissing her? doubtful. every time he did there was a fire that ignited deep in his bones, it had been that way since the first time. and if it hadn't stopped by now? bradley assumed it never would.

Katie: “Oh please” Katie immediately rolled her eyes at how absurd it sounded, since it was the other way around, without a doubt. “You are the one who stole /my/ virtue.” The girl accused with a laugh, making a special emphasis on herself. “I was this geeky girl who talked about nothing more than books, Star Wars and comic books, and then this breathtakingly gorgeous muscular hunk came along, decided that for some odd reason he liked me, and then he stole my innocence, can you believe that?” As she spoke, the actress wrapped her arms around his neck, her right hand going straight to his golden locks. She welcomed his kiss, and responded to it for a few seconds, focusing her attention on his lower lip before letting go. “Do you remember the first time we kissed? We were filming episode 10 of season one, the one where Merlin’s village was being threatened by a warlord. It was the night before we had to film the big sword scene, it was almost midnight… I think, and you were nice enough to offer to practice with me. And like a scene taken out from a very very cheesy movie, I tripped, you caught me by the elbow and I fell on top of you. The next thing I knew was that somehow, we were kissing.” Katie shook her head, laughing at the fond memory. “You’re my guy.” She proceeded to say, while resting her forehead against his. “You are the one I want. You’re the one I’ve always wanted.”

Bradley: raised an eyebrow at how absurd she sounded just then. Katie was geeky? his lips pursed as he thought about what she was saying and let out a laugh, nodding along to it. "you're completely right. i take full responsibility for taking your virtue and everything else that came along with it. for some reason i'm extremely attracted to the geeky and nerdy type, which you hold the record for." once more listening to her speak, a warm feeling wormed its way into his chest and made a nest there, one that he didn't plan to upset or turn over any time soon. "i do remember that. you were shocked when i settled my lips over yours and i thought to myself 'she's going to sock you if you keep handling her' but you didn't. you reciprocated. to this day i still don't know how i had gotten so lucky for you to get to know me, to let me know you, to let me fall in love with you. which wasn't a hardship at all, might i add." a grin was on his face when he butted her forehead gently, in a teasing manner. "i'm your guy, hm?" the words were making him a little giddy, not that he'd say that to her or even let her know it in any way. "you've been what i've wanted since i messed up all those years ago by watching you walk away. it wasn't about me not wanting you, it was about me not knowing if i could give you what you needed." this was the first time he had put into words why he had broken up with her. or not really broken up with her, but let her break it off with him. "i was young and stupid. heck, i'm still stupid but i'm not as young anymore and i want you even now. i'll want you forever." there. he had said what he had been thinking, feeling, for all this time.

Katie: "I'm not even going to deny that, because I'm seriously the nerdy and geeky type." She said with a chuckle and a nodding of her head. She was obsessed with Star Wars, comic books, was an absolute bookworm. To that day she still didn't know how on earth this gorgeous man had shown interest in her. But she wasn't going to question it, not anymore at least. Nodding at his words, she pursed her lips trying not to smile but it was sort of an impossible task everytime he was around. "I was shocked, I always thought you were into tall, skinny, blondes. Or just gorgeous bombshells with no brains -- I always thought you were going to go for someone like Angel... NOT that I'm saying she has no brain, because I adore that woman but yes, at the time I thought she was more your like your type.. but hey, i wasn't complaining back then and I'm not complaining now." Katie admitted with a small smirk, while leaning in to press her lips against the corner of his mouth. "You were stupid, probably still are. But things happen when they are meant to happen, I didn't understand that back then, but I do now... so let's forget about that and focus on what we have right now, yeah?" Her thumb stroke his lower lip while her emerald eyes were locked on his baby blues. "And good, because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." She said with a lopsided smirk.

Bradley: "Angel?" he questioned, a small smile on his lips as he took her hand and went back to bed, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. "there have been so many rumors that we were together back then just for the fans to have their fantasies but she was never the girl i liked. not in the way that i liked you. you were brainy, you were hilarious and when you tripped onto me i fell right along with you. in every sense of the word. but now that you mention tall, skinny, blondes.." he trailed off with a flick of her hair, taking a strand of it between his fingers and twirling it. "good because if you did walk away i'd follow you this time. to the ends of the Earth, McGrath. you're stuck with me and my stupidity. even though i can admit that i don't want to be stupid anymore when it comes to you. to whatever goes on with us." which he wasn't going to ask questions about, not now. maybe some time in the future but for now he was happy with where they were seeming to go. "now tell me you missed me again," he poked the end of her nose and grinned at her, not being able to help himself.

Katie: "I was aware of those rumors, and when we started.. our thing, it was pretty hilarious, not going to lie. I was like 'boy, if they only knew'" Katie said, with a small smile. "You're such a sweet talker, did you know that? No wonder why you have so many girls trying to get your attention. Too bad for them, you're mine." She stated, looking at him with that signature smirk of hers before she leaned forward to press a hard and quick kiss on his lips before pulling back, laughing at his little act. "Babe, I don't think you'd fall in the skinny category." She patted his stomach, but of course she was wrong. There was nothing but muscle there, still she couldn't help to tease him a little. It's who they were. "There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with." She said, honestly. Lifting her hand to his cheek, stroking his cheekbone with her tumb. "To whatever goes on with us." She repeated with a chuckle, shaking her head from side to side at his next request. "Nope." She grinned in return. "We can't keep your mum waiting, so-- let's get going."

Bradley: "our thing?" he used his fingers to make quotation marks as he asked the question. it had been more than just 'a thing' to him but maybe not to her. there was no way he was even going to try to contemplate what went on in Katie's mind. it was a steel trap most of the time, one that he couldn't get into at times. "i am not. and there is no one trying to get my attention. they have better guys and girls out there for them. i'm completely smitten with someone already and they all but know they don't have a chance." leaning forward, he bit into her lip and tugged on it roughly, to show her just what he thought of her teasing. "hey, it's not my fault that my mum cooks such good food and i enjoy every little bite of it." his broad shoulders rose and fell in a careless shrug. he didn't worry much about his weight so it didn't bother him if he had a stomach now and then. "she can wait just a bit longer," he spoke up as he took her hand and placed her thumb between his lips now, biting down into the sensitive flesh at the tip of it. "plus even though we were just together in Greece i want as much time as i can get with you before you spirit off again and i'm left wondering if you were even here to begin with."

Katie: "Yeah, don't give me that look.. I meant before we made it public and official. At first it was mostly us sneaking around to have sex, at first I don't think neither of us knew what it meant. All I know is that I was on cloud nine, and I didn't care what the gossip pages would say." Katie said with a small shrug, that was followed by a smile. "There's no one better than you." The Irish actress said with determination. "You're smitten with someone? .. that someone is insanely luck--" couldn't even finish her sentence when she felt how Bradley roughly bit on her lip, making her moan in the process. "Don't start something that you won't finish." Katie said through narrowed eyes, following every movement he was making, a shadow of smile visible on her features. "Don't blame Sandra, you're always hungry for some reason." the moment he introduced her thumb in his mouth, she couldn't help to close her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips, teeth and tongue against her flesh. "And you say I'm the tease." her eyes slowly opened, loving what she was seeing. the way he was looking at her had the power of making her weak on the knees. "come with me then." she began. "if you don't have to film, for a few days at least? i'm not ready to say good bye to you just yet."

Bradley: he had known what she meant but it was fun to hear her say exactly what she meant, what she had been thinking at the time and what she had wanted back then. knowing that it was him made it even better. "i've never cared what the gossip rags say nor will i ever. well, depending on what's being said. if they go too overboard then i might care a little. especially if it hurts someone i care about." with a huff of a laugh, he lifted her up and settled her down on the bed and walked to the door, shaking his head as he did. she was right, he wasn't going to keep tempting them both when his mother was in the other room and could walk in on them if he had kept going. "as i already stated, my love, i will follow you anywhere." and he would, that wasn't something he was saying lightly. turning back to her, he held out his hand and smiled with a wicked look in his eyes. "now come, lets finish painting before my mum finds other things for us to do. like washing dishes or even my clothes."

Katie: followed him with his eyes, he was definitely quite the view and anyone who knew him would agree with her. "I'm serious!" Katie stood up from the bed, crossing her arms over her chest, giving him a look indicating that she needed him to know that she had actually meant what she was asking from him. "I know you said that earlier, but that's a vague answer." She countered. "I need you to say yes or no to going back with me. I finish filming at the end of this month, maybe after that we could go to NYC, or come back here? Whatever your schedule allows you to do." She knew that maybe she was asking for too much. She didn't know where they stood, but she wanted to find out. For some reason the idea of being away from him now seemed completely unfathomable, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But right now? She didn't care. She just wanted to be wherever he was. "God, you seriously need to grow up." Katie smirked, shaking her head from side to side before grabbing his hand, leading him out of the room.

Bradley: pursed his lips as he turned to look back at her, amused by the folding of her arms and how she looked absolutely annoyed with him. it gave him a thrill and he let out a sigh, nodding his head. "you know i will go with you. why are you acting like you don't already know the answer. lets go to NYC that way i can look a houses there. i was serious about maybe buying something there. if i do my mum might actually leave London now and then to see other places." a laugh left his lips as he was pulled from the room, lacing their fingers again as he moved to her side, walking beside her instead of behind her. "probably but i wouldn't be as much fun if i was a stuffed shirt, now would i?" he squeezed her fingers before letting them go and moving towards one of the cans of paint, using a knife to pry the top of it and grabbing the roller that he had laid down in the paint tray earlier. "do you like the color i'm using?" he wanted to know her opinion even though two full walls were already painted.

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RickCon’18: Part 2/3

Part one, Part three

I didn't know what else to do, so I followed the crowd. I allowed myself to get swept up in the sea of bodies, treading on toes and getting mine trodden on too. This area definitely seemed clothing-oriented, as I passed stalls selling t-shirts, accessories, and what seemed to be cosplay outfits. I managed to break off from the current to stop at one of the stalls. I browsed through a display of buttons, each one adorned with Rick or Morty based designs, some simply had their faces, some had little quotes or jokes, most of which flew right over my head. I supposed you had to be a Rick… I picked one up with Rick's face on with the words “wubba lubba dub dub”, whatever the hell that meant, and paid the Morty running the stall for it before attaching it to my t-shirt. I figured I should at least be wearing one piece of merchandise, considering I was at RickCon.

I continued on through the convention center, being stopped once or twice by different Ricks asking if I'd like to exchange dimension codes. It took me until the third time to realise that this was a form of flirting, not just a polite question. I quickly stopped giving out the number on my wristband willy-nilly and prayed that nothing would come of it later. I figured I'd make the most of the strange day and snapped a few pictures with some of the more unique looking Ricks and Mortys; by the time I'd made it to the food area, my camera was filled with pictures. I had photos with a Rick that appeared to be half lizard, a Rick with two heads (and he'd kindly informed me that it wasn't all he had two of), a Morty holding a bunch of cats and a teenage Rick with an elderly Morty.

I decided to grab myself a cup of tea and take a moment to sit down. I (literally) bumped into a Rick with a bowl cut and bucked teeth on my way over to the seating area. He apologised profusely, even though it was my fault. After making sure he was okay I asked if I could take a picture with him, to which he bashfully agreed, before I let him get on with his day. He was the first mild mannered Rick I'd met all day, and I wanted a photo for proof of his existence so next time Tailor Rick told me it was just in his nature to be rude, I could rub it in his face.

Sitting alone at a table with my cup of tea gave me plenty of time to people watch. I still hadn't quite wrapped my head around the place, considering I'd only learned about this crazy multidimensional stuff a mere few days ago. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I even fully believed it, I was just going with the flow and ignoring the urge to pinch myself at every new Rick I set eyes on. One was coming right for me, with bulging muscles and a tank top.

“Wh-what’s up, hot stuff? Saw you at that your lit- your little fashion show.” He said as he approached, taking a seat opposite me and giving me a charming smile.

“Oh? I thought I recognised you.” I lied, though only out of politeness and because I didn't know what else to say.

“Couldn't buy anything, of course. None of it'd fit me, you know? Too- too swole.” He said casually, leaning his elbows on the table in a way that accentuated his biceps. I stared for a while, keeping my expression neutral. “I keep telling the guys that run the con; get uh, get some stuff that runs in men's sizes.” He grinned. I laughed, again, mostly out of politeness.

“So, you come every year?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. I actually run a panel most years. Health related, obviously. This year's is on protein shakes, I came up with a new formula, i-i-it's vodka flavoured so I figured it'd be more popular this year.” He explained, and I raised my brows. So, alcohol abuse really wasn't just a Tailor Rick thing. “You should come along, there's gonna be free samples, special offers, and for you, I'll throw in a couple demonstrations.” He winked.

“Demonstrations?” I questioned.

“Exercise. I'll uh, I'll be doing pushups and shit, I gotta show that my shakes actually work. Plus, they'll be edu-educational. There'll be plenty of tips.”

“Oh…” I chuckled and shook my head. “Do I look like I'm into exercise?” I joked, and Rick looked my body up and down, from what he could see with the table in the way.

“You look like you've got potential.” He concluded thoughtfully, and I didn't quite know what to make of that.

“Is this guy bothering you?” A hand came down on the table between us, I trailed my eyes up the sleeve of the lab coat the person was wearing (which I'd quickly realised was a staple piece of most Ricks’ wardrobes) to find a lady looking down at me, raising her brow.

“Oh, no, it's-” I started.

“Erica, baby, I didn't think you were coming this year.” Buff Rick exclaimed, gaining an eye roll from this Erica person.

“I told you I wasn't, I-I-I was hoping I wouldn't bump into you. But uh… here we are.” She sighed.

“Jesus, you get more and more hostile as you get older.”

“And you get dumber and dumber, move. Gimme that seat. I need a sit down, my knees are fucked.” She grumbled, and to my surprise she got her way. “All those steroids must really be messing with you, you can barely call yourself a Rick these days.”

“Steroids? Th-that's bullshit, Erica. I got these babies from hard work, discipline, and All Rick's Protein Juice.” He bragged, flexing his arms.

“Sure. I'm getting a headache; don't you have a panel to prepare for?” Erica asked dryly. Rick opened his mouth, looking ready to deny it, but paused for a second.

“Actually, yeah. I-I should probably get on that, huh? Can I count on you to be there?”

“I don't know, I saw a thing about Mortys writing fanfiction that seemed right up my alley.” Erica replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I'll keep my eye out for you, Erica.” He said regardless, pointing at her as he walked backwards away from the table. He gave me a wink before turning around and disappearing into the crowds.

“Jesus. I-I-I've met a lot of Ricks in my day, and that guy?” She shook her head. “Total idiot.”

I studied the woman in front of me for a while, trying to figure out who exactly she was. Was she a Rick's sister? Someone cosplaying as a Rick? I wasn't quite sure, and even less sure about how to ask. Luckily, she must've read my confusion in my expression.

“Smile, sweet cheeks. I-I-I don't like the way you're looking at me.” She teased, pulling something out of her inside pocket. It was a flask. “Yes, I'm a Rick… of sorts. Total sausage fest in here, huh? Nice to see more of the fairer sex showing their faces here.”

“Oh! Right, yeah, I've passed maybe two or three women since I've been here.” I agreed, once again looking out over the sea of Ricks and Mortys as I had a sip of tea. Erica had a sip of her own drink; by the smell of it, some kind of hard liquor.

“Most Ricks only bring th-their fuck buddies. Which one are you banging?” She asked. “That bodybuilder guy?” She added, raising her brow.

“Oh, no! Not him… not any of them.” I admitted, and she laughed.

“Right, damn it. Thought I might have someone to talk about h-how bad he was.”

“I'm sorry?”

“That guy. Muscles. Total fucking Neanderthal in the sack, he-he's like a sex machine and not in a good way. It's like he only knows one rhythm and speed… h-honestly I'm surprised, Ricks are usually better-” she rambled, glancing off past my head as she got absorbed in her descriptions.

“Alright, I get it.” I interrupted, chuckling.

“Anyway, h-he's been clingy as hell ever since. I'd stay away, i-if I were you.” She advised, and I shook my head in amusement.

“Noted.”

“So, you're not boning any Ricks? That's tough. If you ever wanna taste of what we've got to offer, and uh, forget about what I just said; we don't all suck… I'm happy to pop your Sanchez cherry.” She smirked at me, and I chuckled again, a little embarrassed this time.

“No, that's okay… Thank you. I'm perfectly happy just, ah, remaining firmly in the acquaintance zone with Ricks.” I said apologetically, offering her a little smile. “I don't know how long I'd be able to keep my sanity, you know? All of this is very overwhelming.” I gestured to the space around us, and she glanced around looking incredulous.

“Uhh… if you don't mind me asking; you're clearly new to all this. How the fuck did you end up at RickCon if you don't really know any Ricks?” She questioned, leaning forwards on the table interestedly.

“The Rick from my dimension needed my help with something. He runs a charity auction, selling clothes. I modelled for him.” I explained, and she nodded.

“Oh right, yeah, the fashion show thing I kept hearing wh-whispers about. I heard Ice Cream Rick got shafted in there by the whole damn room.” She laughed, shaking her head. I frowned, and so she explained. “Ice Cream Rick? Guy in the pink shirt. Uhhh… ponytail, stupid little beard?” She gestured to her chin, and it suddenly clicked.

“Ohh! I felt so guilty about that! He was saying something to me when it happened… how awkward.” I said, shaking my head and feeling my cheeks warm up.

“I'm not surprised. Too- too many Rick's think with their dicks. That's golden.” She grinned, then took a peek at her wrist watch. “Anyway, I gotta head off. S-supposed to be meeting Morticia soon, she wants me to go to the humanoid robotics panel, she wants me to build her an anatomically correct android friend.” She said, using air quotes for that last word whilst rolling her eyes. I didn't question her further.

“It was nice speaking to you, Erica. Uhh, would you mind if we got a photo together?” I asked, holding up my carera with a little smile on my face. She grinned again.

“Of course not, doll. Bring it in.” She said, holding her arm out towards me. I stood up and she wrapped her arm around my waist as I took our photo.

“Thank you!” I said, and she waved her hand dismissively.

“Hey uh, what's your name?” She asked, and I answered without skipping a beat. I found it funny how names just weren't exchanged naturally here, since almost everyone had the same name anyway. “Alright, nice to meet you, (y/n). Maybe we'll bump into each other again?” She said, though looking around at the amount of people here, I doubted we would.

“Maybe. Enjoy the con!” I replied.

“You too, sweetie.” She nodded before heading off.

After she'd gone I realised my tea had almost fallen to an unpleasant temperature, so I quickly drank up the last of it and disposed of my cup in the bin nearby. Again, I found myself with the daunting feeling of not quite knowing what to do with myself. Someone had left a booklet on a table close to me, which I recognised to be the day's itinerary along with a map of the convention center, so I picked it up and had a look through. I wasn't surprised when lot of it went completely over my head;

Plumbus 101: How to get the best out of yours!

The Flesh Curtains: Live Performance and Q and A.

Is Jerry All That Bad? A Debate.

Lost the Spark? An introduction to sexual cybernetic enhancements. (18+)

Pocket Morty Battles. Bring your best! (RickCon ‘18 cannot be held liable for loss or damages resulting from Morty battles.)

And that wasn't even all of them, the list filled up the whole page. I stuffed the booklet in my back pocket and decided I'd simply walk through the convention until I found something interesting.

Tbc.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rickcon #fanfiction #Erica Sanchez #rick sanchez #reuploaded coz tumblr is a dick and doesnt want to format my fics correctly

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