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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 32

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Summary: It's been a week or so since Glenn and T-Dog saved Rick. Now, your pack is getting settled in new place. Word count: 3K This chapter contains: Nesting, going into heat, firearms, smut.

Author's note: I am a little behind on posting chapters to tumblr. So I'll be trying to fix that in the next few days.

Nest.

It was all you could think about as you took water and soap to every surface in the kitchen. The other rooms had been cleaned, from top to bottom, including the loft and the basement. The loft had a low ceiling, but Ro and Merle had made their bed up there, using an air mattress and sleeping bags. Carl slept on the main floor, closest to the wood stove, while you, Rick, and Daryl had a makeshift bed in the basement. It was a far cry from your house, a home filled with Daryl’s handiwork, not to mention modern furniture. All that remained were some old, hand-made chairs and a small kitchen table.

This cabin, like the others around it, was old, from the 1850s, you’d guessed, based on the structure and style. In more recent years the land had been repossessed then abandoned. Before then, generations of Dixons had lived here, in their own version of Walton’s mountain, before the Great Depression.

Despite the bedding downstairs in the basement of this old, cozy cabin, your omega was desperate for safety, seclusion, and comfort.

As you cleaned, you were also looking after Carl. He sat at the table, still and focused as he drew pictures to give Lori and Shane when they arrived. He’d grown quiet over the last few days, since you left home.

You hoped, for his sake, that Lori and Shane would get here soon.

The past few days remained a chaotic whirlwind, made all the worse by your biological imperative. Soon after you met Glenn and T-Dog, your mates decided it was time to get out of town, before things got worse.

The next morning, you packed what you could: clothes, food, and supplies. When it came time to pack up the pillows and blankets from your nest, you sat frozen in your nest, trying not to cry. That’s how Daryl found you when it was almost time to go.

“C’mon, Bubbie,” he said, clearing space so he could sit next to you. “You’ll make a new one.”

“You built this for me,” you replied gesturing at the bed, then running your hand along the shelves behind it. “You made this a home. For us.”

Daryl gathered you in his arms. “Yer the one who made it a home. ‘Sides we’ll come back when it dies down.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think we will. The way Glenn describes the city…I don’t think this will be safe for a long time if the dead are migrating here.” You took a deep breath. “I know we have to go.”

“Don’ mean it’s easy,” he said, hugging you. After a moment, he got off the bed and opened one of the cherry wood chests he’d made for your nesting materials. He dumped out all the unused, pillows and blankets, still in their plastic wrapping.

What to take was your decision, but Daryl helped you, arranging everything in the chest, and packing it tightly.

Later, when it was time to go, Rick reassured you, too. “We’ll get you a place for your nest in time.”

“What if we have to move again, while I’m in heat?” you asked. “It will be soon.”

“I know. We both do. That’s why we’re goin’ now. And it’s why we need to stick together. Not just us, but the new guys, too.”

You nodded. Rick wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“We owe them. I owe them,” you said. “They brought you back to me.” Even in the short time you’d known Glenn and T, you knew them to be good people. T-Dog, an alpha, kept his distance from you; he must have known you were close to your heat, but you’d gotten to know Glenn a little. He had strategic way of thinking, and you thought maybe he was some sort of weekend warrior. But no, just a delivery driver.

Now, in the cabin, you gripped the edge of the sink, panic rising. Trying to control your breathing, you glanced at the wooden chest sitting by the basement door. Then, you stared at Carl’s back, as a sudden, unwelcome wave of frustration came over you. Your omega didn’t want him near your nest. In fact, it didn’t even want your mates near it, not yet.

Outside, Merle and Ro kept watch while your mates were clearing out other cabins, making them livable. T and Glenn took one, next to yours. You bristled at having strangers so close by when your heat was imminent, but you owed them.

The front door swung open, and you flinched, letting out a whimper of surprise. Despite the gust of cold wind from the door, you were too hot to even notice, but Carl shivered.

Daryl stepped in, quickly closing the door, and going to add logs to the wood stove.

He took one look at you, and whether it was your bond or Daryl’s keen eye, he seemed to know exactly what you needed. Jutting his chin toward the basement, he sat down next to Carl, distracting the boy while you went to make your nest.

The chest was too heavy for you to carry, and through your bond you felt Daryl’s impulse to help you. Rejecting it and putting up a mental wall, you grabbed armfuls of your blankets and pillows, making a few trips up and down the basement stairs. When you were done, you locked the door at the top of the steps and got to work.

The padded mats you cleaned earlier had dried. One still held hints of Daryl’s musk, pine, so you put it in the center foundation of your nest and started arranging everything around it. Nestled in the corner of the room, the nest began to grow. Releasing your perfume, you set about making the entire area yours. Blankets were piled on top of each other, pillows lined the walls. After hours of work, you were almost satisfied and crept back up the stairs to find the house empty except for Daryl and Rick, who were both pacing in the open-spaced living room and kitchen.

“Carl?” you said, still on edge, but in control of your anxiety for the moment.

“With Jesus.” Rick assured you.

“Whaddaya need from us, Bubbie?” Daryl asked, his voice low and soft.

“I need your clothes, something,” you said, your voice almost whiny. Your first heat had been so perfect. But this heat was different. You couldn’t be sure your pack would even be safe here, or how long you could stay in one place. Especially with Rick and Daryl unable to protect everyone like they had been.

Wasn’t it selfish of you to need them like you did? Not just one, but both? Yet how could you choose? Yes, you were more in sync with Daryl, but he’d claimed you and been with you for half a year now. You cared just as much for Rick, and soon you’d be bonded with him, too.

Daryl started striding across the room, but you backed away, shaking your head.

“Not yet.”

Rick shrugged out of his fur-lined deputy’s coat and untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it as you watched. His bare chest gleamed with sweat, his soft dusting of hair enticing. Your stomach clenched and all you wanted was to lay on top of him and let him ease the growing ache in your belly.

Meanwhile, Daryl froze in place, and, although it took you a moment, you finally realized what you’d inadvertently asked of him. Quickly, you opened your suitcase and started pulling out unwrapped Christmas presents. What a simpler time that had been, when your most pressing worry was dropped stitches and miscounted rows.

Setting some things on the kitchen table, you approached Daryl with his poncho, it was hooded, with two layers of thick wool.

“Trade for your coat?” you asked him.

He took it and brought it to his nose, sniffing deeply.

“Ya make this? Fer me?”

You nodded. “I did some research and it’s supposed to keep you warm while you use your crossbow.”

Your mate’s face was red, and he was blinking quickly as he stared down at the gift.

“Merry Christmas,” you said quietly. Daryl nodded without looking up, refusing to meet your eyes or Rick’s.

“I-I-I have more,” you stammered, unnerved by Daryl’s reaction. Why would he cry over a poncho? You gave Rick his wide scarf and matching gloves. Daryl had a pair of gloves, too, fingerless with rubber grips sewn on the underside—for driving his motorcycle.

“Bunny,” Rick breathed, still shirtless and sniffing his scarf. “These are amazing. And your scent is all over them.”

Daryl grunted, and got out of his coat, handing it to you, and putting on his poncho.

“’S real nice, ‘mega,” he said, adjusting the poncho on his shoulders then grabbing his crossbow from where it sat nearby.

Clutching Daryl’s coat and then grabbing Rick’s shirt, you said. “Soon. But --”

Daryl looked up. “Ya dun wan’ anyone in ‘ere but us.”

You nodded.

Rick said, “While your finishin’ up, we’ll get Carl settled in with Jesus. Already talked to him about your heat.”

“You did?”

“Carl knows that you’ll need me— us -- for a few days.”

Of course, children knew, vaguely what an omega in heat entailed. Not the actual mating, but the privacy, the duty of alphas to care for their partners.

“And the others?” you asked.

“Merle swore off drinkin’ an’ Ro’s good with the kid. Glenn and T helpin’ with keepin’ watch.”

Their reassurances consoled you. Besides, the betas in your pack knew what they needed to do, and you trusted them. But Carl…he had been taken from his mom and now his dad, too.

You pointed to two crocheted Woobles on the table. “These are for Carl.” Both were dinosaurs from his favorite cartoon.

“I’ll make sure he gets them,” Rick said.

“Go’n now,” Daryl told you, jutting his chin at the basement door. “Be dark soon, an’ cold.”

You nodded, renewed determination compelling you to tweak your nest until it was perfect and cozy for your alphas, for yourself, and for the days that followed.

Finally, your nest was as close to perfect as it was going to get. Surveying the pile of blankets and pillows, your omega was finally happy to have a place to share with your mates.

Despite the stress of the past few days, a glimmer of happiness bloomed. Rick could claim you. Daryl would make love to you. And the world outside would fall away.

Skin still hot, you left the basement in search of your men. You’d been cramping steadily for the past hour, nothing unmanageable but growing more intense as time went on.

Outside, you heard the rumble of engines, and a wave of tension hit you. Not your own, but Daryl’s

Grabbing your coat, you ran outside, finding Daryl on the porch and Rick standing in the worn path near the house. A little behind Rick were Merle and Ro; Merle with a shotgun pointed at the winding path that led to the cabins.

In the distance, three vehicles approached, a Jeep, a Cherokee, and an RV.

“That’s Shane and Lori,” Rick said, but his hand was on the butt of his revolver, you noticed.

You approached Daryl, standing next to him as he held his crossbow, lowered, but seemingly ready to aim at a moment’s notice.

“You said it was just them two,” Merle shouted. “Then explain the rest of ‘em.”

The cars continued to approach, Rick glanced around, his eyes landing on Merle, who had his rifle raised.

“Put that down, Merle,” Rick ordered.

“Ya gonna make me?”

Daryl gruffly shouted, “Merle!”

Merle shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. If y’all wanna risk it, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Glenn, from across the way, spoke up. “It’s all good. More people, yeah? Safer that way.”

You agreed with Glenn and Rick, at least on principle. Yet, right now, on the verge of your heat, the thought of strangers being near you or your nest, felt like a threat on your pack’s territory.

Just then, Carl ran out of the cabin next door, without a coat on. Merle lowered his gun even more at the sight of the pup, but you could still see the tension in his shoulders. Next to him, Ro was quiet and still, his hand at his side holding a gun.

The red Jeep barely came to a stop before Lori appeared, throwing herself out of the passenger side door and running to Carl. Shane got out, too, and you relaxed at that. If Rick trusted Shane enough to tell him about this place, then the people with Shane had to be trustworthy, too, right?

Shane’s scent didn’t alarm you, not like it had the first time you’d met him, but there were more alphas’ scents emanating as other people emerged from their vehicles. One alpha’s odor burnt in your nostrils; when a balding, scowling man looked your way, you knew it was him. In the same car were a thin woman and a cowering little girl, who was around Carl’s age.

The alpha stared at you, his eyes bulging, it seemed, making you gasp and hide behind Daryl. Daryl squared his shoulders and adjusted his grip on the crossbow as Rick took an intimidating step toward the strange alpha.

Still, the frightening man didn’t look away.

Rick’s voice sliced through your fog. “Inside. Now.”

Not a command, and not directed at you.

Daryl said, “Holler if—”

“I will,” Rick replied, keeping his eyes on the strangers.

Daryl took you by the arm and guided you back into the cabin. Inside the warm living room, you took off your outerwear as quickly as you donned it moments ago. Your body was at war with your mind. Cramps of need swept through your middle, beginning the incessant pulsing at your core. You reached for the kitchen table to steady yourself, but Daryl caught you, holding you tightly against him, your backside pressing against his front. Slick moistened your underwear, and Daryl’s reaction was nearly instantaneous as you felt him grow hard against you.

Glancing out the windows to see Rick shaking hands with the strangers, you trembled as Daryl let out a possessive growl and rubbed his scent on you. Melting against him with a whimper, you let your instincts take over, ignoring the activity outside. With a huff, Daryl let go of you for just a moment to shoulder his crossbow, then he practically shoved you to the basement door. Eagerly you obeyed, flying down the stairs and burrowing on top of your nest.

“Daryl,” you whined, stripping off your layers of warm clothing and gazing up at him.

He locked the door, and after placing his weapon nearby, Daryl laid next to you, pulling you against him and running his teeth along your neck.

“Fuck, Bubbie,” he groaned, and began kissing his mark. With his hand on your hip, he pulled you to him and threw a leg over you, kissing and fondling you onto your back. Ridding himself quickly of his clothes, Daryl lowered himself above you, his bare skin on yours as he settled between your legs and kissed you again.

Your core throbbed, clenching and unclenching, demanding more than kisses from the alpha on top of you. Daryl started pressing his cock to the apex of your thighs, just slowly grinding his hips against you as his mouth and hands worked you to a fever pitch. You grabbed at him, too, sinking your nails into his back, squeezing his upper arms, reaching for his ass to urge him closer. Daryl was frantic and somehow still gentle, knowing all your favorite places for his mouth and hands. The scent of your arousal only grew stronger, and Daryl groaned in response. Fumbling, he rearranged himself so he rested on one forearm while his other hand cupped your mound. Taking one breast into his mouth, Daryl sucked and nipped at your sensitive bud as he slipped a finger inside you.

“Yer so wet, ‘mega’” he told you, “Jus’ lettin’ me right in. Feel so good on my hand.”

Your belly fluttered at his praise. Raising your hips to meet his hand you moved slowly, then with more intensity as he added another finger. His hand knew just how to make you come unraveled.

“Yes, Daryl, please .” you begged, getting close.

Suddenly, Daryl’s fingers left you, and you cried out in protest. He silenced you with a kiss on your mouth, immediately breaching the seam of your lips with his tongue. At the same time, his cock slipped through your folds and found its home in your soaking, needy pussy.

“Ye-e-e-sss,” you moaned. His cock was so big and perfect, stretching you and filling you. When he started moving you hung onto him for dear life, savoring the feel of him inside you, of his mouth on yours, of his entire body caging you in.

In your soul, you felt Daryl too, his passion and his desire, crashing into you the more he worked your body. He paused his kisses and locked eyes with you, holding your face in his hands as he thrust, the steady movement of his cock inside you sending you over the edge.

“I love you, Daryl,” you moaned, pulsing around him and holding his gaze. His knot notched into place, and he came, filling you even more. Nuzzling your gland and his mark, Daryl kissed you gently, then his mouth moved, lightly kissing your jaw then your mouth. He collapsed on top of you then rolled you over so you could lay on his chest, his knot holding you together. Reaching beside you, you found one of your favorite knitted blankets and covered you both.

Still breathing heavily, Daryl cradled you in his arms, teeth teasing your earlobe as you sighed against him.

“I love ya, too, Bubbie,” he whispered, speaking the words aloud for the first time.

You wondered if he felt the fullness of your heart through the bond. He must have because he sighed and relaxed, whispering more sweet words in your ear.

“So perfect, my omega, so strong.”

Almost nothing else existed as Daryl held you in your makeshift nest. Only one piece was missing, and as you nestled into Daryl’s chest, you hoped that Rick would join you soon.

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buckys-little-belle · 8 months

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Hihihi! Tan we pwease get another chapter of Little Bunny? Maybe where Bunny shows up at da Byers’ in da middle of da night u’cuz their famiwy was bein’ mean, or yellin? An Will & El & Joyce can kinda calm Bunny down u’cuz dey know how ta take care of little ones, but Hop is jus standin dere, half asweep like🧍🏻‍♂️an doesn’ know whas goin on, an Will has ta call Gare ta calm Bunny down, an Bunny ends up goin’ ta Gares house, or Gare an Bunny stay at da Byers’? Fank you, I lobs you! 🫶🏻

Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Four) (Blurb)

Sleepover Emergency

Gareth Emerson X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - family issues (described vaguely, but really not explained in detail. there is mention of police reports from before they moved to Hawkins though.), yelling mentioned, eating mentioned, byers family chaoticness, crying, feelings of being scared mentioned, long cold walk ... FOUND FAMILY, HUGS, FLUFF AFTER THE ANGST, LOVE

Notes - I've been in a writting mood latley and missed this series so I thought I'd drop this here for Y'all. I hope you like it, and I hope my writting hasn't changed too much in the time I've been gone! (Also while I do follow the prompt for the most part, O have put my own spin on it etc)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this account, SFW

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During the day September air was chilly but not cold, light sweaters everyone's preferred "coat" to keep warm. But the night grew cold, the wind wiping around, leaves flying and twirling in the air. Y/n had rushed to get out of their house, the pj's they had on even less warm then what they wore to school. But even as they're teeth began to chatter slightly, goosebumps rising on their arms, they knew they made the right decision.

The Byer's house was usually an eight minute walk, the bus stop twelve, but in the dark with scary noises stalling them the walk ended up being twenty. When the wooden door came into view, and they walked up the step a breath of relief was puffed before they began knocking. The action hardly made a sound but Joyce was known to have "mom ears" that could hear anything even in a deep sleep.

"Hello." She whispered in an effort to not scare the timid Y/n who's cheeks were painted with tears. "Come in." Her hand landed on Y/n's back in a protective move, her head jutting out the door to look down the street expecting to see a car driving off, yet all she was met with was the silent and cold night. "Did you walk here?" Joyce's voice grew more frantic as she looked over the poor kid for any injuries, her hands meeting freezing skin.

Before Y/n could defend their case a warm blanket was wrapped around them and the name 'Hopper' was being yelled out around them. Joyce didn't leave Y/n's side as they continued to cry, every family member awoken from the commotion now in the livingroom with wide eyes.

"What's going one?" El asked as she slowly walked towards Y/n, her hand landing on their shoulder in a show of support.

"I'm not sure." Joyce voiced, her eyes meeting an even more confused hopper. "They walked here Jim, walked."

Hopper knew who Y/n was, Gareth had told him everything there was to know about them. Including the life they had at home, an aunt who only kept them around for the money the government offered. Y/n had to do everything on their own and pay for everything on their own, and for that reason the poor kid was on Hopper's radio. He vowed the first time he hear of some sort of altercation, commotion, or disruption from the house he would intervene. He just never expected them to show up on his doorstep.

"Call the Gareth," He said to will. "Get another blanket from the linen closet," He ordered Jonathan. "El why don't you see if we have a seepingbag downstairs." Each kid rushed off to do their tasks. "What's going on kid?" Hopper then turned his attention to a shivering Y/n.

"Sh- She said no," A sob broke through. "No more." They shook their head and tried their best to wipe their tears off their cheeks. "I can't go back." They pulled in a deep breath trying to calm themself down.

"It's okay sweetie." Joyce offered a lopsided smile, rubbing her hands up and down trying to warm them up. "We've got you."

"I'm going to head to the station to write up a few things then head over to get their stuff." Hopper's voice was direct but sympathetic, wishing he had done something sooner hating that this poor kid could have avoided the cold walk and most likely harsh talk back at their aunts house.

"M' stuff?" They cried again.

"Yeah kid, you're stuff." The jingle of his keys filled in the silence. "There's no way I'm letting you go back, I've seen the reports, I'm not failing you too." Y/n opened their mouth to say something but Hopper cut in before they could say anything. "Here kid, you'll stay here."

"Yay!" El chimed in as she carried in a huge bundle. "I've always wanted bunk beds!" The grin on her face was genuine.

Y/n was silent, though a huge smile was plastered on their face at the kindness these people were showing them. They hadn't ever felt like this before, so supported. Y/n assumed they would maybe get to sleepover for the night until their aunt caved and took them back, or they got sent away. Yet everyone around them was talking about them staying for forever it seemed.

"Are you hungry at all?" Joyce asked, Y/n shaking their head 'no'.

"He's here." Jonathan called from the front window, the distinct bright lights of Gareth's car showing through the curtains. "Hey man." He opened the door, the two of them talking quietly, no doubt Jonathan updating Gareth on the situation.

Gareth nodded before taking in the room, Y/n standing and still shivering, Joyce stressed, and the twins stuck with unknowing looks on their faces. "Hi bunny." Gareth whispered as he got closer to Y/n, Joyce taking a step back and giving the kids some space, her and Jonathan slipping into the kitchen to make a few calls. "Let's sit down." His hands landed on Y/n's shoulders as he led them to the couch, plopping himself down before Y/n sat next to him, his arm wrapping around them instantly, their head falling to his shoulder.

"'m good." They whispered. "Right? 'm a good kid?" Their voice wavered, silent tears slipping down their cheeks. "She said I was bad." They whispered even quieter.

Gareth placed his chin atop their head, pulling them in closer, El's eyes tearing up and Will fidgeting with his hands. "Yeah, Bunny, you're a good kid." He felt his own tears begin to build, the way Bunny looked and sounded making his heart crumble a little. Everyone around them kept trying to tear them down, kids at school, people at home, he knew he needed to protect them, and clearly this hug was his first step.

"Hopper said he'll get Y/n's things this afternoon, and he'll bring them back here." She smiled, her eyes locking on Y/n's. "You can stay here as long as you need sweetie." Her voice was soft and her eyes teary too. "We can get a bunkbed and some extra things and you can share a room with El or Will."

"Me." El cut in, clearly offended that Will would even have the possibility of a roommate. El's hand landed on Y/n's shoulder in a supportive way, a huge smile on her face. "Sleepovers are fun."

"I don' wan' t' bother anyone, I can go." Y/n went to stand up but El sat her back down.

"You'll be staying here, you're apart of the family now. You won't be on your own anymore." Jonathan cut in this time, his big brother mode activated. Both of his siblings had gone through hell, and he hated to see it. He wouldn't let Y/n's hell continue either, no matter what he had to do.

So at 4am Y/n sat on the couch as everyone around them worked to get things in order for the time being, pancakes placed on the dining table for everyone, and not once were they left alone or left out. They were excited to welcome this new normal, this new family.

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jungle-angel · 4 days

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The One With Royal's Old Firebird: Part 1 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: It's almost Royal and Cece's 37th wedding anniversary and you and Rhett are trying to do something extra special for them, but your little venture isn't without plenty of shenanigans in between

Warnings: Not really, just a bunch of typical man shenanigans, references to "The Sandlot"

Tagging: @floydsmuse @floydsglasses @withahappyrefrain @attapullman @rhettabbotts @sorchathered @callmemana @delopsia @lewmagoo @kmc1989 @cowboybarbie

It was probably the hottest day that Wabang had ever seen, made hotter still by the fact that Memorial Day was well around the corner and that a heatwave was beginning to hang over the Rocky Mountain states.

Rhett, Wes, Billy, Rip Wheeler, Kayce Dutton and the others had been combing Hank Hewson's junkyard since nine that morning and already the heat was beginning to settle over the place. Even after twenty something years, the place was still a chaotic mess.

"Hey ya'll think that old Ed, Edd n Eddy shag wagon's still at the other end?" Kayce asked. "The one we all used to hide out in?"

"Wouldn't doubt it," Rhett chuckled. "Thing's probably a literal rat's nest by now."

"Remember when we all used to play 'Smokey and the Bandit' in that thing?" Rip reminisced.

"M'fuckin surprised the CB radio still worked," Teeter laughed, chewing on a piece of Ice-Breaker gum.

All of them laughed and reminisced about the childhood memories of when Hank would let them play in the junkyard. He had always been good to the local ranch and reservation brats who often came traipsing in, the neighborhood misfits who didn't belong to a particular clique or group and who had formed a tribe of their own. His razor sharp tongue had earned him the admiration of the neighborhood miscreants who came before Rhett and the others and the utter disdain of local hag, Gale Burch.

They followed the sound of a slide guitar being played and sure enough, there was Hank and his dog, an old English Mastiff named "Hercules". Hank sat in his rocker on the porch, guitar in hand, picking away and a pair of aviators on his face as he sang along to the familiar sound of "Boom Boom Boom" by Big Head Todd and The Monsters. Hercules howled along as Rhett and the others listened, bobbing their heads and their hands beating along on the porch posts. When he had finished, all of them applauded.

"Now if my ears don't deceive me, I'd think it's been close to fifteen years since I heard my favorite miscreants show up at my doorstep," Hank laughed.

"How's it goin Hank?" Rhett asked.

"Never better Rhett," Hank answered. "Whatcha lookin for this morning?"

"Uh.....we heard ya'll might have a car body we're lookin for," Rhett answered. "Seventy-six Pontiac Firebird?"

"Got it!" Hank exclaimed. "C'mon, ya'll can follow me."

Hank grabbed a walking stick that leaned near the front window. Normally, his wife Cecily, would have showed them where it was, but she had gone to help Joy and Martha with a project for the day. Hercules was right at his side, acting as Hank's eyes when others couldn't.

He led them to a part of the yard, not far from the house where piles and piles of rusty car bodies were neatly lined up or stacked in some cases. Hercules stopped and put his paw right up on the frame of one of them, barking to signal that he had found it.

"And here we go," said Hank. "One 1976 Pontiac Firebird. I'll see if I can call Howie Kavanaugh and have one of his brothers tow it for you. Where's it goin?"

"Gonna have it stored at my Uncle John's place up in Montana," Rhett explained. "Tryin to keep it a surprise for Dad."

Hank laughed as memories of Royal, John Dutton and their own gang of merry misfits came flooding back to him. "In that case I'll give ya'll the frame for cheap," he said. "How's fifteen-hundred? No more, no less?"

"I've got sixteen if you'll take that?" Rhett said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Fifteen-fifty and you've got a deal," Hank offered.

"Done!"

Rhett shook his hand and paid him the money up front. Hopefully his earnings from the last ride of his career would be enough to cover it.

Howie Kavanaugh, one of the only tow truck guys in Wabang, came by before they left and towed the rusted body and frame away for them, Rhett and the others following them all the way up to Bozeman where it was stored in one of the garage barns where it would be safe. John didn't say a word about it, wanting to keep it a secret for Royal.

"Alright, let's look at this beast and see what's up," Rhett remarked, lifting up the hood.

Needless to say, what met their eyes was pretty nasty.

Everything was completely rusted out, the engine block black with oil rot and rust while grasses and rodent droppings lay throughout.

"Jeebus, Mary and Joseph!" Rhett gagged.

"Oh that shit's nasty," Rip said, making a face.

"I'm afraid to open up the oil tank and smell it," Kayce shuddered.

"Holy fuck," Teeter half laughed. "Guess the mice made this place their personal shitter."

Sure enough, Rhett and Kayce opened up the oil tank and the smell hit them full force, the two of them gagging as hot bile rose in their throats. The rest of the car wasn't much better, the trunk full of so much junk that it really should've been a trash compactor. The fabric of the seats had been chewed and torn by the mice while the carpeting on the floors was completely gone.

"We're gonna be here a while aren't we?" Kayce asked him.

"Yep," Rhett said with a nod.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range

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are we allowed to send in whore-flavored prompts? 👀 if not please ignore thiiis ✨💐💃🏽💐✨

what exactly drew these three to one another physically? especially reader, since rhett and robby look alike buuut at the same time they don’t? lmao do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others learn or find out about? are they surprised or endeared? do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get? are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex? what about favorite positions? do rhett or robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming for either reader or each other? does robby have a thing about watching reader

lay rhett all the way down? does robby ever get laid down? would reader ever admit who gives better head? omg would rhett or robby admit who gives better head? do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

and we know rhett’s sensitive, thick as all get-out, and drips like a honeycomb in july, while robby’s a “show-er” who needs a little bit to get goin’... i just lost my train of thought... 😭

are they ever into quickies / just hands and mouths or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds? do they ever have sex two at a time or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present? was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio? *whispers* even though rhett lived with his family in a ranch house that you could probably definitely hear every-fucking-thing in... who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? or even initiate sex even as a whole? do they ever role play? who’s the biggest tease out of them all? i would have said rhett before, but as the story and lore goes on, i really feel like all three have their moments—but you tell me as the mastermind behind it all🌷 i’m gonna be honest i’m low-key running out of ways to ask for sexy-slutty-whoretown, usa headcanons for these three... so, if you feel so inclined, just throw everything you’ve got at the fictional wall (i know it’ll stick) 💖

If I ever turn down whore-flavored prompts, then something is seriously wrong 💃these are all so much fun, omg. I answered this in a more...interview (?) style because I have a lot of thoughts, and it will get chaotic very fast if I don't split them up.

The way in which I've added these asks to my masterlist, so that I can use them as a reference when I write this trio...💃💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿

What drew them to one another physically?

Rhett's general scruffy appearance really truly drew both Reader and Robby in. Scars, calloused hands, unshaven jaw, unkempt hair, and yet somehow so damn clean? Like his hair is always a mess, but you'll never catch him with it greasy. Cleans under his nails and never lets his facial hair get too wild; Cecilia may not be an award-winning mom, but she raised her boys with standards.

Bobby, on the other hand, drew the reader in with his big, clumsy, gentle-giant aura and a sweet, endearing smile that was handcrafted by the angels above. He'll trip over his own feet when the Reader smiles at him and apologize to the snail he nearly landed on.

Rhett was simply drawn in by Bob's voice. He's heard a lot of voices, but there's something so soothing about how Bob's tone and how he slips in and out of a Southern accent when he's stressed or tired.

Both Rhett and Bobby were immediately attracted to the Reader's eyes. It's hard for either of them to describe, but Bobby often says the Reader hides entire galaxies within their eyes. But aside from that, Rhett loves their hands. How soft they are, and how perfectly they fit in his. Bobby's more in love with their nose; something about the shape of it has him wanting to press little kisses to it.

Do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others find out about? Are they surprised or endeared? Do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get?

They learn pretty quickly that Rhett loves being called cowboy, sweet/good boy. Reader and Robby have to be careful with using the term because he's not above jumping their bones in public...they learned the hard way.

Bobby is so into having things whispered into his ear. Reader can be whispering the entire F18 manual into his ear, and he'll be getting hot and bothered. Because it's their voice and little breaths are tickling his ear and all the way down his spine...and maybe that's why they're always whispering something to him...

For the reader, something about Rhett and/or Robby touching their knee really just...does it for them. Bob is shameless about exploiting that, too, because it's such an innocent thing that nobody realizes what he's on about.

Are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex?

Bobby is so good at being dominant in bed? He's known exactly how hard he can push them from the start, and it's such a shocking change coming from him. And who would have ever thought that Rhett could deep throat without breaking a damn sweat...and who could have anticipated that the reader was serious about pegging both of them...

What about favorite positions? Do Rhett or Robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming?

When giving, Bobby loves having legs around him in some way or fashion. Squeezing around his hips, over his shoulders, he loves feeling them start to quiver and react to what he's doing. Receiving, though, he's more of a missionary person; it's intimate and lets him be as clingy as he wants to be. He's got a preference for topping, for the most part.

Rhett's very fond of bending someone over something (Ex. the kitchen table, the couch, the hood of his truck, the damn staircase). He's also very fond of it receiving-wise. But his favorite receiving position is the simple face down, ass up, with a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. Something that really puts him at their mercy. Rhett's truly 50/50 preference-wise, but a lot of days, he's stressed from work and would really love it if someone took control and fucked the stress out of him... *cough* where was I?

The Reader is more of a riding kind of fella. There is nothing more lovely than watching those two fall apart, and both Rhett and Robby are absolutely strong enough to meet the Reader in the middle if their thighs start hurting. I shall leave it up to the reader if they prefer topping or bottoming...

Does Robby have a thing about watching the reader lay Rhett all the way down? Does Robby ever get laid down?

Robby absolutely has a thing for watching Rhett getting laid down 😩 there's just something about watching that cowboy get taken apart just GETS HIM. Whether it be him fucking Rhett into the mattress or laying back and watching the Reader bend Rhett over, he loves it.

But Robby's a little...hesitant? To get laid down by one of them? Not because he doesn't like it, he loves it, but it's so intimate that he gets a little stuck(?) in this soft, clingy headspace that can take him a good day or two to come out of. So it usually only happens when they've got a couple of days with no work or plans made.

Would they ever admit who gives better head?

They're all more or less better suited to certain styles and pacings. Rhett's the perfect pick if you want to go for multiple, very quick rounds because his mouth. Does. Not. Get. Tired. Deep throating? He's your guy.

Bobby's the slower pace. He'll work you up bit by bit, really makes you anticipate it. Who would have thought Bob was good at tongue-fucking...

The Reader is more dynamic. Rhett and Bobby are sort of stuck in their patterns, but the reader fits the mood so damn well. Rushing off for a quickie? A lazy morning with nowhere to be? They adapt to every situation.

But there is a (loving) inside joke that Bobby's terrible at sucking dick because the first time he sucked Rhett off, he gagged and nearly bit him...oops 💃

Do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

Bob had a dream once that he fucked Rhett up against a wall while he (Rhett) was wearing nothing but a short red skirt, and he...has been thinking about that for a long damn time. Reader has had this fantasy card game hidden under the bed for months and isn't sure how to bring it up.

Meanwhile, Rhett can hardly keep his mouth shut when he comes up with a new fantasy.

Are they into quickies / just hands and mouths, or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds?

Quickies are usually the norm around this house. With three of them, there's almost always something going on, so there's a general love for the longer sessions since they tend to be few and far between.

Poor Bobby gets so stressed during quickies because he keeps looking at the clock to make sure they aren't late getting back to where they need to be.

Do they ever have sex two at a time, or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present?

Sex two at a time is pretty common, especially considering Robby can be gone for weeks at a time. It's certainly more fun with all three present, but sometimes someone is just too tired, or they're stuck off at work. Robby being off to war on a deployment can sometimes be fun in the bedroom because Rhett and Reader love to plan entire welcome home nights for Bobby with new and different things.

"Are we sure this strap isn't too big?"

"Well, try and fuck me with it, and we'll find out."

Bobby has yet to find out about the time a weary attempt at wax play led to the sheets being burnt...and that secret will be taken to the grave.

Was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio?

Video chat sex was definitely something that was tried, but it could be a little chaotic with schedules and general life stuff. Rhett was very well known for sneaking off into his truck and parking down in the pasture, where nobody would find him. He's just as traumatized from Cecelia walking in without knocking, as she is.

Bobby had to get very crafty with it when he was on deployments, and a lot of the time, he couldn't talk without risking being overheard. So he was stuck listening to Rhett and Reader whispering dirty things to him and couldn't say a damn thing in return. And boy, did they take advantage of that.

Who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? Or even initiate sex even as a whole?

Rhett. Always Rhett. The man isn't good with tech, but he's a damn menace behind a screen. Rhett once sent an innocent photo from where he was sitting in his truck, and Bob jokingly asked if he was hard or if it was just his jeans sitting strangely. And when Rhett straight up said he was hard, Bob, not thinking, went right to the ol, "prove it." text.

And that's the story of the time Bobby got a surprise video of Rhett's dick while he was sitting at a Wendy's with the rest of the Dagger squad.

"You could have warned me!"

"YOU ASKED!"

They're all equally likely to initiate sex/sexting over the phone, but they have different styles. The reader is subtle, usually using photos or compliments to get the ball rolling. Bobby tends to send offhanded thoughts, like, "All I can think about right now is how you looked in those shorts the other day," and Rhett's just...bad jokes.

Rhett: How is life like a penis? Bob: ...How? Rhett: It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it. Reader: Is this your way of asking for sex again? Rhett: 👍

Do they ever role-play?

They've...tried. A lot.

From cliche doctor roleplays to going out to a bar and pretending to be strangers, they've tried. But someone always winds up laughing and breaking character...usually Robby 😭the poor guy tries so hard to get into it, but the moment things get serious, he's struggling not to crack at the seams, and the other two fall apart right along with him.

Who’s the biggest tease out of them all?

Bobby. You wouldn't think it, but he's figured out all the ins and outs of Rhett and Reader, and he has some damn good willpower. He knows exactly what he's doing, and when he gets called out on it, he bats those big blue eyes and innocently asks what they mean. And nobody can argue? Because he plays it? So well?

Do not let that goody-two-shoes attitude fool you; Bob's a damn menace.

#robert bob floyd #rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #x reader #Bob x Reader x Rhett Headcanons #self insert #rhett abbott headcanons #reader self insert #robert bob floyd headcanons #💐#milesmillergf #delgato's asks

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A witch’s Slumber

The lost boys x OC

Another night on the boardwalk with the same goers and smell of ocean waters as tourist scream on the ride. Marko had grown restless as every night activities were growing dull, you’d think with all the powers of a vampire, immortality wouldn’t get boring but does after a while.

“Marko!”

Snapped out of his thought and chewing his nails he looks at his fellow vampire brothers approaching after been sent to find new prey.

“Any caught your eye?” asked by Dwayne.

It was Marko’s turn to pick out a poor soul to be dinner but had grown impatient. Marko letting out a sigh of frustration answered their question. David had known something had been picking at the short blonde's mind finally asked.

“What’s goin on with you? Just pick n go bud.”

Marko let’s out a groan.

“But I’m bored! I wanna do someth-“ The curly blonde had a sudden idea, knowing it was going to be met with a denied response wanted an answer anyways.

“Let’s go into Max’s store! I wanna push the old man’s buttons.”

“Because he’d kill us buddy you know that besides we’ve done better stuff to piss people off let alone Max” Paul says while slinging his arm over his shoulder.

Marko taking this chance to challenge his brothers, with a mischievous grin on his face looked at them with full confidence ready to test their buttons just to do something out of routines.

“If you’re too chicken shit just say so, besides your right Max’s store is kinda lame.”

David now curious look at him cigarette in hand with a short attempt of lighting it, neglected by the challenge out of curiosity. Stepping forward towards Marko slightly annoyed at his antics. Paul slightly offended at his brother’s behavior and Dwayne indifferent at the situation unfolding.

“And what were you thinking then? You were just suggesting max’s store so what then?”

“His house.”

The boys had never really gone into their leaders house out of fear of repercussions so the surprise of their smaller member wanting to enter it while Max’s away was out of the blue even for his chaotic nature. David hiss a bit in response at his request.

“You know better than that, if your board go slaughter that dipshit from the carnival rides”

Marko thought for a minute of wether to risk angering his platonic blond friend or their leader, than again he was never one to second guess his life choice. If he was going to he’d have a head start, taking Paul’s arm off him and start walking towards the boardwalk exit he spoke.

“You sound like Max right now.” With that he bolted to the exit to his bike laughing.

Paul looking at David shocked and Dwayne sighing knowing he won’t hear the end of it as David crushed his cigarette and ran after Marko, the last two giving chase. Processing in a speedy chase towards the home of the one person they try not to defy. Marko was excited he got the response he wanted, they never been in max’s home before just occasionally meeting outside of it for any orders or scoldings for their misdeeds that could’ve endangered them or more importantly Max. David would be damned to ever be compared to the old bastard he isn’t about to start now.

Pulling up to the well kept dark house Marko the first to jump off his bike only to be grabbed by the back of his jacket by David.

“David come on we didn’t just come here to stare at it! Max is at the video store and his dog is probably asleep, I wanna go inside.”

Curious their leader stops and look at the house always wondering but always assuming it’s a basic house for a middle aged man nothing more but gave in to his wonder.

“Fine, but you’ll be the first I throw at Max if he finds out. Dwayne pick the back door.”

A few minutes of key picking and they were in, looking around seeing the cozy home meant for a single person with very few photos of landscapes, avoiding touching anything as commanded by David. A few minutes go by before Paul stopped and shushed everyone.

“Ya hear that?” A faint heart beat and strange beeping.

Vampire aren’t just dead inside as a joke, they’ve know to have no heart beat nor Max for that matter so the fact that they hear a human heart is strange. The heart beat the barely heard by the 4 blood suckers coming upstairs as if they’re asleep. Who’s in their sire's home? Slowly walking up the steps David, Dwayne first, marko right behind them and Paul last as they try to hear what room the heart beat was coming from. Paul had spotting what he was summing to be Max’s room as he leaves his brother who were now trying to pick another door lock. The rooms was barren aside from dressers, a bed, photos and closet. The photos looked different they looked older and worn down compared to the ones downstairs, max had been alive for some time now, the boys not really sure for how long, so these aren’t surprising until one caught his eye.

“Got it.” Dwayne slowly opening the door as it lets out and unnerving creak.

There hiding in the room,dressers and side tables covered in vases of different flowers as a glass coffin sat middle slanted up against the room wall,next to it the source of the beeping a heart monitor with a steady heart rate.

“What the fuck?” David took the first step in looking around and approaching the coffin. There lying inside a young adult girl sleeping soundly, adorning a white knee length dress with lace trim and loose shoulder sleaves going along with her wavy brown hair with warm skin.

“Hey did max adopt a kid that died or some…thing…?” Paul stopped at the room door seeing the scene inside with a photo in hand. A youthful looking Max on one knee smiling next to a disheveled dirty child with and emptiness to her eyes.

“What is…going on?Marko did you know this was here?” All three looking at him for an answer but the curly blonde looked just as confused and stunned as them. Why would max have a human girl in his home?

“No man I was just fuckin around. Let’s blow this place.” Dwayne however was still curious and asked Paul for the photo and held it by the girl.

Turning the photo over the date showing the taken date only for the last two number to been scratched off leaving a 18—.

“It’s her. She’s the girl in the photo.” David scoffs “How’s Max been keeping the chick alive then? Cause that monitor says she’s got a pulse while we don’t let alone Max.”

Mist the confusion david scolding Marko for leading them there and paul for going into Max’s room Dwayne stared longingly at those sleeping woman slowly putting his hand on the cold glass. Suddenly the heart monitors beeping increased showed on screen startling all four vampires, signaling to then it was time to leave. As they ran out of the room Marko stopped to close and lock the door to avoid Max’s suspicions only to witness the mystery girls right fingertips move slightly, slamming the door running out of the house after his brother and ride back to their hotel cave, not wanting to speak about what they found in their sire’s home.

#the lost boys 1987 #marko tlb #david tlb #tlb dwayne #tlb paul #oc x canon #max tlb #tlb fanfic #x oc

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"The Bounty" - 1843

As the summer approached, the South Carolina town of Willow Creek was met with many thunderstorms. Constantly, the streets were chaotic, with people rushing to get home as the storms unexpectedly wreaked havoc upon the town.

During her refuge in the Mcneil's house, Nora had the freedom to further hone her culinary skills. Mixing, cooking, and baking, Nora produces countless recipes, always being the main one to cook dinner for the house.

While Reginald and the rest of the house converse and catch up on book reading, they hear a knock on the door. "Well, who is this at our door during this storm?" Michelle asks as she goes towards the door. Michelle looks out of the door window, "Mrs. Johnson?" she exclaims. "Oh, hello, Michelle, it's very good to see you. Is Reginald here? The young fellow you're keeping here?" "Well, yes... why? and how do you know about Reginald?" Michelle replies. "Oh, don't worry, I found out by the Simpsons, your next-door neighbors. We were catching up with each other and enjoying some tea. I'm so very sorry if I made you uneasy; that wasn't my intention at all." Mrs. Johnson (Savannah Johnson) replies.

Savannah Johnson is the wife of Calvin Johnson; the pair work together as slave abolitionists and are great allies to the McNeil family as well as the other two free negro families of the neighborhood. Though not as wealthy as the upper-class society in Willow Creek, the couple only value the "finer" things in life and are both suckers for money, spending it at every chance they have, often hosting wild country dance parties. The two are both true country bumpkins with strong South Carolina accents but detest many of the South's customs, including slavery.

"Oh no, I'm sorry for being so skeptical; I should've known better... well, come on in, I can't have you standin' out here in this rain, Mrs. Johnson!" Michelle says, "Oh, bless you, Mrs. McNeil.." Savannah says worryingly. "Well, why is it that you want to see Reginald, if I may ask?" Michelle asks Savannah, "Well, see.. I'm not gon' beat around the bush here with this one.. it is some bad news" says Savannah. "Oh lord no... I've had enough of that already, Mrs. Johnson-" "I know, Michelle, I know... but this is urgent." Savannah says while interrupting Michelle. "Reginald... is on a bounty list.", "oh God..." Michelle says in despair. "... How much do they have out on 'em," Michelle asks, "3,000 silver dollars..." Savannah distraughtly responds; Michelle almost faints and goes into a panic attack, but Savannah is able to reassure her. "Michelle, it's okay now, it's okay... first things first, we have to sit down with Reginald and the rest of the family and figure out a plan quick. Trust me, Michelle. Myself and Calvin, along with the others, will help with this; we've got your back." Savannah explains to Michelle while reassuring her.

Savannah warmly greets Reginald and explains everything to him in a calm and collected manner, trying to reassure him in the process. "They finally got me, huh?... Hmph," Reginald says in a defeated tone, "No, no one's got "gotten" yet, and you certainly won't be. Listen, the bounty just came out today, so it's still fresh in the air; no one really knows about anything as of yet, which is the perfect chance for us to think of something fast." "So what's your plan then?" Reginald asks, "well, Mr. Reginald, you've got to move up north," Savannah replies. "Up North?... I know they don't enslave negros up there, but how is Nora and I gon' afford to go up North? Especially with a newborn? We just wouldn't have the resources to survive, Mrs. Johnson... Listen, I'll just turn myself in. If it's what I gotta do to protect my family, then that's that!" Reginald says to Savanah. "No, Reginald... you are not turning yourself in, and you're not goin' back to bein' no slave, ya' hear?" Savannah scoldingly says to Reginald. "We will give you all the resources that you'll need; trust me, I am an abolitionist, Reginald; I've done this before. The McNeils work with the other abolitionist families around this area as well as abolitionists up north; we are no strangers to this. You and your family will be in good hands."

Michelle gathers the rest of the family into the living room to have Savannah explain everything that's happened. Savannah and Darren go out into the neighborhood during the storm to gather the other families of abolitionists. Zachariah, Darren and Michelle's son, who is talented in sketching, sketches a map as Savannah and the others carefully strategize an escape plan for Nora, Reginald, and Reginald Jr. up to a city called Newcrest, Pennsylvania...

#sims 4 story #sensitive content #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #ts4 legacy #ts4 #sims 4 decades challenge #american history #black history

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d4rkpluto · 3 years

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𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢

❦ we are now onto the plot of the fourth house, the house of family; folks with aries in the fourth house belong to a family where everyone is loud, fiery and passionate. belonging to a family that are most likely going to have a lot of martian placements (including scorpio as mars was the older ruler of the eighth zodiac sign), in the home, everyone wants to be a leader therefore creates situations where people argue and butt heads. howbeit, the individual with the aries in the fourth house are most likely the ones who wants to lead and want everything their own way; thus creating tension with the other family members and could resort to them being a black sheep.

❦ about their house, these people are most likely going to have a lot of red coloured themes in their house, especially in the main area of the home, the room people visit the most. there'll be a lot of black and red themes going on, the walls, furniture and so on. these houses are most likely to get messy easily due to the amount of life and energy going through the house, also, no matter what time it is, there'll always be someone moving around the building.

❦ thus the fourth house being about the house of ancestors, this placement shows us how our ancestors behaved for their survival. those with aries in the fourth house had ancestors who were athletic, brave and warriors. you most likely had ancestors that belonged to countries that were very hot and went through multiple wars for their freedom. these people protected their loved ones a lot, were competitive, angry people and were very proud of their origins.

❦ mainly, the fourth house talks about our mother and their characteristics. kins with aries in the fourth house have mothers who were very fierce and hard-working, if they have siblings, they were most likely the child who did things first, like move out, get a job and move out of the country for a better life etc. your mother could be a very brutal person and sometimes you might find yourself arguing with her, as the fourth house's natural planetary ruler is also the moon. the relationship you would have with your mother would be very close to those who have aries moon. for example, you could have a cancer moon in the eighth house, and have aries in the fourth house, the relationship with your mother could have a mixture of cancer and aries themes.

❦ this is more future tense, nonetheless, the fourth house is about how the person will behave when they're pregnant; well, to the ones who want to have children of course. either way, the person is chaotic, easy to angry, and is more active. they become very hot-headed and is most likely to eat chilli or red coloured food when they are pregnant, the people around them are most likely going to have to walk on egg-shells around them. howbeit, how they'll bond with the child inside their womb will be very fun; the person will notice that their hair has grown more or is very tender. most likely going to get headaches too.

❦ the house of domestic affairs, there is a lot of forceful energies happening in that home, there is ambition in that home and everyone wants to get things going. everyone wants to put action in their dreams, no matter how impossible it may sound. a very dominating atmosphere, everyone wants to take charge, but once again, realistically, there cannot be a group of leaders. having aries in the fourth house implies that the mother is most likely the actual leader, the one that calls the shots. no matter how much arguing could happen between the people in the house that are against the mother, the residents still end up doing what the mother wants. on the other hand, folks with aries in the fourth house are most likely the ones to move out of their home first.

❦ as the fourth house is a pretty private house due to its natural ruler being cancer, a sign that likes to protect its information. people who have aries in the fourth house are most likely going to get annoyed when someone attempts to pry in their home life too much, no matter how much they can get annoyed by their family members at the end of the day, they are still protective over them. these people are most likely going to be secretive about the arguments that happens, even though many people who dont have aries in the fourth house hide the arguments that happen in their home, its just people with aries there tend to do it. like how the crab has their shells to protect its identity, those with aries have that shell over their family.

❦ anyhow, with the topic of family, the fourth house communicates to us about our psychological roots. the main psychological roots people with this placement are going to have is noticeably the cliché aries temper. the competitiveness, the aggressiveness and the impatience. as it happens a lot in their home, when these people are in situations where there is a lot of people, they like to take the lead, because that is what they're used to seeing happen at home.

❦ for the medical area of astrology, the fourth house speaks about the stomach and the breasts because of cancer ruling over that. masses with aries in the fourth house will find themselves having an "angry" stomach. especially when it comes to defection issues, or when you dont eat for too long. moving to the breasts, women are most likely going to have nipples that point, many have perky breasts but not all do; either way the nipples will still have a sharp end to them.

❦ returning to the point of roots and origins, kins with aries in the fourth house find themselves having a very tough family history. and it can be mean in a way that their older relatives like aunts and uncles were very fierce and strong people. these kins ought to come from countries where the people could've been the "first" to do something. a country where the leaders have a strong existence and history. a country where people take self-esteem and honour.

❦ the fourth has being about genetics, withal the fourth house being about the breast and stomach; we are still conveying about the ram of astrology. which is known for it's cranium and head, as for my aries in the first house post, i've said that they're most likely going to have a broad forehead, now with the ram being in the fourth house implies that the broad foreheads will be found in many family member's of this kin. aside from physical appearance, the infamous ire attitude would be prominent.

❦ as for the planetary ruler of aries in the fourth house being mars, this is definitely a warrior placement. coming from backgrounds where people continuously pushed themselves to get what they want and to get to where they are now. even though there'll be many arguments and fights happening in this topic of astrology, these people will still never hesitate to protect the ones they love the most; these natives are normally seen as the most passionate, enthusiastic and goal-oriented individuals in their families, perhaps, the ones who brings change to the family they belong to.

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Chapter 20: Birthday In London

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YN and Hebe were already in London, had a lovely few days with her grandma and Aunty Gems.

Harry was stuck in New York getting some stuff done at his label office, before he can go back to London and work and at the same time be there with his daughter and his love. He did not realise how much he have gotten used to Hebe just around him, it felt awfully quiet to him in his hotel room. He just loves having her be chaotic around the house, going crazy with her tricycle in living room. She is usually very good at playing by herself but she is very noisy. His favourite is when she plays pretend to be a teacher and have a class of her own with her stuffies and dolls.

He's planned out his date with YN which he have asked her for and recieved a green flag for. He have had his manager make sure to let him know about the paparazzi around the town just so he can have all his privacy. He have already made reservations at this small restaurant, for the weekend, YN starts her shoot a week early so he was going to make the most of her free time. Even take both the girls out for a family day out. Harry have even asked his mum to take in Hebe for the night on Saturday.

The girls have been having some amazing time! He could tell by the pictures and videos he's been bombarded by his mum and sister and even YN from past few days. Hebe have visibly fallen in love with Anne's cats and they seem to love her too, that's what it looks like from the pictures and videos he have been receiving. The girl makes friends with every one, cats are on that list too.

For YN it was really like she found her mew family. Anne and Gemma are very welcoming, accepting her for her and not just because she is mother of Harry's daughter. Especially Gemma, she has been with YN all the time since she arrived in London. Going out to girls days out. Gemma showed YN around London as YN have never been to London apart from work, she never got to explore much. Gemma even promised YN that they're going to visit their hometown in Manchester, and she is going to show around places her and Harry grew up. For the very first time is a while YN felt genuinely happy, it felt like home to her.

"Mummy we goin' to get Dadda?" Hebe asked, holding up a bouquet of flowers she chose.

"Your Dadda is already here, we're just going to see him." YN told her putting her up in her car seat.

"Oh, can we watch movie wif him?" She asked.

"Of course we can," YN agreed strapping her up, "what movie do you want to watch?"

"I dunno." Hebe shrugged.

"We'll let your dad pick one okay?" A kiss was planted on Hebe's head by her YN, "you good in here? Ready to go?"

"Yes!" Hebe exclaimed excitedly, YN shut the door to Hebe's side and got in drivers seat.

"Can we also go to the park Mummy, pwease?" Hebe asked.

"Why not!" YN looked at her through the back view mirror.

"Can I also go on slwide alone?" She asked.

"Yes," YN agreed.

"Can Binky go too?" She asked another question.

"On the slide? I don't think that will be a good idea lovely, what about she goes on the see-saw with you instead?" YN suggested.

"Mhmm. I don' wan' her to get hurt." Hebe nodded understandingly.

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"Dadda!" Hebe squealed and ran towards her dad handing the flower to her Mum, she was scooped up by her dad in a bear hug.

"Hey, I missed you." Harry murmured softly, Hebe rested her head on his shoulder tucking her hand in between both of them.

"Missed you, Dadda!" She reciprocated. "We got you fowers!"

"Did you?" Harry smiled and pressed a kiss on her cheek, YN was stood by the porch with an arrangement of red and pink roses tucked in her arm which Hebe picked out, her other hand held up her purse and Binky the fox.

"I missed you too!" Harry wrapped his free arm around YN's shoulder and brought her closer to his chest, "thank you for the flowers!"

"Your welcome." YN smiled.

"Yo'welcome." Hebe repeated. All of them went in.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Harry asked.

"Oh, oh, can we pwease watch cartoon, then go to park, and eat ice cream?" Hebe asked, hopping on her spot excitedly on Harry's lap.

"We can do that. What cartoon do you want to watch?" Harry picked up the remote on the coffee table. Hebe took it and switched to Disney plus and played her favourite show.

They just did what Hebe's plan was, of course, they went to see Anne too. She had invited all of then over for dinner.

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Weekend rolled around really quickly. YN shoot started a day before, so Hebe was mostly with Harry. But it was Saturday (next day was off for YN), he was excited for his date with YN. Hebe was excited to spend the rest of the evening and night at her Grandma's with Aunty Gems, and play with Anne's cats.

YN was at her sets, so Harry went to pick her up from there. She was a little surprised and not ready for the date at all, she was in her jeans and a thrifted Rolling Stones shirt with a zip-up jerkin on. But Harry convinced her she was dressed appropriately for the date, he did not planned anything super fancy, not yet. He drove to this restaurant he made reservation at.

The environment at the restaurant was very calm. Both of them were guided to a booth in the back, it was understandable but it felt weird like as if they're there to meet up for a mafia meeting.

"Feels like we're going to plan a massive mafia burglary." She commented. Harry gave her a not impressed look but was trying to hold back his giggles. "That was terrible, sorry." She looked down at the menu with a sheepish smile on her face.

"It was funny!" He giggled as he slid closer to her by the corner, they were sat on a 'L' shaped sofa and a table in front, YN had her bag discarded on the space in between her and Harry. "So where do you want to have your second robbery?"

"I have never robbed any place." She looked at him in disbelief, "wait... I know what you're gonna say!"

"You ruined it for me!" He groaned hitting the table with his fingers making contact with the wood making a small thud, "I was gonna say, you stole my heart."

"I knew it you're gonna say that." She shook her head looking back at the menu.

"I bet you already have many people flirting with you that you can predict everyone's flirting. Well, who can blame them!" He sighed dreamily, resting his elbow on the wood propping his chin on the heel of his palm. He smirked watching a pink tint take over her pretty face blending down to her neck as she tried not to react to anything he said.

"Have you came here before?" She asked.

"Many times. Gems love to eat here." Harry nodded, "they have amazing Vegan options here as well."

"I don't mind anything." She told him, choosing something which sounded appealing and appetising to her. They ordered their food.

YN couldn't help just think what Hebe might be doing. She have hardly ever left her with someone to go on a date, she have never done that. She took her daughter on little Mummy-daughter dates, but she have never been to dates like this before. She felt bad for leaving her, even though she knows Hebe must be having the time of her life with Anne's cats and her Aunty Gems.

"What's wrong lovie?" Harry enquired.

"Nothing, just... I've never left Hebe alone to go on a date before." She shared.

"It's okay, she must be having fun with her grandma." Harry assured her, "but we can go back after dinner if you want."

"No, it's okay, I'm just not used to this don't want to ruin whatever you have planned." Her voice soft, still carrying the guilt of leaving her baby with her grandma and aunty and having an amazing dinner, it was just her Mummy heart but she will be fine. The waiter came by with their food, Harry had to stop whatever he was gonna say.

"What ever you say." He reached his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear so he could press a kiss on her cheek. "How was your shoot today?"

"It was good, shot four scenes today." She shared.

"That's amazing. Hebe and I went to the Aquarium today." He shared as well, "she loves sharks."

"She does." YN nodded in agreement.

The rest of the dinner went very well and smooth. All they did was talked about each other and their daughter, YN telling him her little stories from when she started crawling and sat up. The way she was so smart to throw all the pillows off the bed and and jump down on them to crawl to her Mummy, who was busy taking a test that time and she was asleep. YN almost had a heart attack that day and the very same day she went and got her a cot appropriate of her age as she grew out of her old one.

"She's very smart for that!" Harry laughed throwing his head back.

"It wasn't funny, I thought she hurt herself." YN shook her head.

"She didn't, did she?" He enquired.

"Nope, she did not." YN assured him. YN had a weird obsession with having a shit load of pillows on her bed, so that was good that Hebe threw all of them on the floor before she got down.

"She can even operate tech stuff, kids these days are very smart." Harry said stuffing his face with food. Be was very surprised the other day when Hebe turned on her favorite show herself, she was at his and asked if she can watch TV for a little, Harry was of course not going to say no to her and asked her to wait until he was done making her a grilled cheese. But she had already turned on the TV and put on Disney. He was surprised how she even found the app on the TV.

"You're grandpa I'm not surprised you're shocked." She scoffed teasing him.

"Hey, i'm not that old." He whined. YN just chuckled softly at his reaction. From the corner of his eye Harry swore he saw a camera reflection, but it was just a girl taking a picture with her friend at the table next to theirs. Now he did not know if she were trying to get him in the shot as well or it was nothing. They were all singing a birthday song so Harry thought it should be nothing she should worry about.

YN's phone started to ding, it happened once, then twice and her phone started flooding with a shit load if notifications from Twitter.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, do you mind if I check it?" YN said, she panicked that one of her movie trailer might have leaked or something.

"Sure." He nodded. YN grabbed her phone from her bag. She sighed looking at her phone. Those girls were indeed taking pictures of Harry, his phone did not went off like her because he doesn't have twitter logged into his phone. It was insane how fast those two went viral among his fandom.

"What the fuck Harry?" She showed him her tagged feed. That's when Harry got a call from his assistant, he answered it.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it." Harry blinked his eyes a multiple times. He hung up.

"Is everything alright?" YN asked.

"Yeah, just don't worry about it." He assured her, "she said someone gave a tip to the paparazzi and there is a huge crowd outside."

"Oh!" She looked at her phone and kept it aside, looking upset.

"Hey, we don't have to let that ruin our night, yeah? Let's just finished up our dinner and go back to mine have a quiet night, okay, how does that sound?" He suggested.

YN just nodded absently. She still hates Paparazzi crowd, she never got used to it. She somehow manages her anxiety at the red carpets and premieres. But this just ruined her mood. His fans are brutal. Their pictures were going viral a few years ago from that restaurant, and they were hating on her even though they didn't know her name. It was just a blurry picture of them where Harry is clearly being affectionate towards her. It was fucked up back then and it's going to be more fucked up now.

"YN, you alright?" Harry enquired.

"No, I- I mean yeah. I just don't like crowd of Paparazzi." She shared.

"I know, it's okay, we'll figure something out, alright?" He grabbed her hand under the table.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I know the owner of this place, if that makes you feel any better he'll let us out through the kitchen back door." He told her.

"What? Really?" YN didn't know why she was surprised but she was in fact very surprised.

"Yup. Now eat up before it gets more cold." He said pointing at her half eaten food.

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Harry's friend was really nice enough to let them both out through the kitchen back door, he even went and got Harry's car from where it was parked. Harry stopped and took pictures with the chefs and waiters there, and made sure to ask them to wait for a couple days before they post it.

"Feels like we're on run from almost being caught for smuggling." Harry said guiding YN to his car at the back of the restaurant.

"That's what it feels like." YN huffed feeling cold. She is not used to London weather and it's always cold for her.

"Are you cold lovie?"

A arm was swung over her shoulder, as she was squeezed to his side before she could even answer his question.

"Harry, there are people looking to take pictures and videos of you!" She scolded him.

"No one is looking at us here." He told her.

"Harry seriously someone gonna see us." YN worried.

"Okay." He pouted taking his arm off her but he grabbed her hand. Both of them got into his car quick and he started driving, same pout still playing on his lips.

"Don't pull out the Hebe trick on me Harry!" She warned him.

"It seems to work every time." He smiled cheekily, "do you want to go back to mine?"

"Seriously?" YN shot him a hard look.

"You need holy water." He rolled his eyes, "I was gonna say we could watch a movie or something or I'd read you this book I've been reading like old times."

"It was four years ago." She pointed out, "not that long."

"It is long time." He countered.

"And you need holy water. 'cause of your shenanigans I ended up getting pregnant!" She address his first comment with a punch on his bicep, recieved with an oof sound escaping his mouth.

"But you love the child born from those shenanigans!" He teased.

"Shut up!" YN rolled her eyes.

"No but seriously," he shot her a long glance before looking back on the road, "I really can not apologise enough for my shit, not going get those two years back but I'll try and make up for those for her and you."

"Harry, honestly, I'm trying to forgive you everyday and it's working because you're really proving yourself," she told him, "and I, uhh... I want you to promise me one thing please." She carefully grabbed his hand.

"Anything." He held her hand back.

"Just be there for Hebe even if we don't work out, okay? I know everyone is different, but I guess everything would have been very different for me if my dad was involved in my life, and I just want her to have both her parents." Her voice was watery, "just promise me you'll be there for her."

"I promise lovie." He turned to look at her, she was crying.

"I, I am sorry, I've been crying a lot lately." She shook her head, sniffling, rubbing her dace on the cuffs of her sleeves.

"No, it's okay. Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." He grabbed her wrist stopping her from scratching her face with the rough fabric of her cardigan, "you can cry all you want, okay, it's good to let it all out. I've told you, you can talk to me about anything."

She nodded fixing her gaze at her hands in her lap. The whole ride back to Harry's was quite, he had his hand in hers the entire time. Once he parked his car in his driveway, he got out of his car.

"I, I can do that. Thank you." YN said when Harry was getting her door.

"House is awfully quiet, isn't it?" Harry chuckled opening the door, or usually it's Hebe talking both their ears off.

"It is." YN smiled agreeing.

Now Harry was feeling a little guilty for not having their princess with them, but he wants to have this time with YN. Harry wouldn't lie he was just worried about YN, he knows she doesn't like the idea of sharing things which are bothering her with anyone and only hurt herself more. He have heard from Samantha the other day that she doesn't even go to see her therapist regularly, and that she says it doesn't help her.

"Umm... Harry can you please ask your Mum if Hebe has gone to bed? Please?" YN requested setting her bag on the sofa in his living room. She could call and ask Anne about that herself, but she felt too anxious and scared that Anne might think she doesn't trust her with Hebe or something. It was better that Harry ask about it.

"Sure." He fished his phone out from his pocket, but stopped in middle of dialing his mum's number, "do you want anything lovie? Tea or anything to eat?"

"No, I'm good. Thank you."

Harry went in kitchen anyway and put the kettle of water to heat up as he called his mum. Hebe was all tucked in and fast asleep at her Grandma's, had a warm meal before and a very loud and fun day over all.

"Our Hebe is asleep, had her dinner and a blas before with Gems, Mum said." Harry told YN from the kitchen.

"Oh, that's nice. Thank you." YN was at ease that Hebe did not trouble her Grandma or Aunty.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Harry hissed in pain as he dropped hot over his hand in attempt to pour it in a mug. YN rushed in there to see him shaking his hand violently, as if he's trying to detach his hand from his arm. The spilled water was enough to tell YN what happened.

"Stop doing that you're going to hurt your wrist." She grabbed his wrist and turned on the tap in sink and held his hand under running cold water. His body visibly relaxed in instant. "Told you I don't need anything." She scolded him checking his hand for burns, his skin was just red but he was fine.

"But I wanted to make you tea." He smiled his frog smile at her once she looked up at him.

"But you almost burned yourself idiot." She shook her head, already cleaning up the mess he made on the counter. She hated mess, especially in kitchen. Even if it's not hers.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." He pouted puffing his cheeks. "Stop that, I'll do it." He took the kitchen towel from her and set it aside for a while. "YN, is everything alright with you?"

She let out a sigh, "I am fine Harry. Please don't try to tell me to get help from a professional it does not work for me." She shook her head, "I- I am happy here. I'm trying to help myself get out of this."

"I'm not going to tell you what to do, just worried about you my love." He told her, "I can see you're happy and trying to help yourself, I'm so proud of you. We'll not talk about this if you don't want again."

With her hands in the counter, YN jumped up on the marble countertop, sat there with her feet dangling down. She felt weak in her body everytime talking about something that made her vulnerable.

"I just need my family around me." She shared, "even if they're not close to me. My grandparents were in a complete different continent but they were there for me but now they're gone as well. Had my dad, though he's been an asshole his entire life with me, but he was there. But here, it feels like home here, you know, that one week when you were not here. Gemma and your mum made it feel like home. It is like I've got my Mumma and sister back. I am happy and not sad any more. I am just tired of people telling me what to do when nothing helps me. But this does."

Even before all of this, YN was happy having Harry around. She found her family in him, and she was really doing very well. He made her happy after loosing her only family. But things happened and she was back to Zero. She really thinks no one is obliged to or entitled to help her, no one sticks around for that. She does not want to feel like a burden. Have people stick around in her life by her side just because she is sad and going through a very rough patch, just out of sympathy: that made her feel like a burden.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to tell you what to do lovie." He took a careful step closer to her, "I'm glad you found your family again. Can I hug you?"

"Please." She nodded. Harry took another step closer to her and wrapped her in his arms, standing in between her thighs.

"I love you Harry." She whispered, her arms snaked around his shoulders.

"I love you too, darling." He reciprocated, "so much!" nuzzled his fave into her neck trying to hide his stupid smile caused by her confession. It was the time she said I love you to him since that day back in LA. He just stood there holding her in his arm. He thought she fell asleep feeling her grip loosen around him.

"No, don't go." She whined when he tried to pull away to check on her.

"I'm not, just thought you fell asleep." He caressed her back, earned a chuckle from her.

"Don't know when was the last time I really fell asleep since Hebe." She pulled apart herself now, wiped her face with her hands. He didn't pull away from her completely just stood here with his hands on her hips.

"Want to go to bed?" He suggested.

"Yeah. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"No you're not." He said with a firm tone.

"Stop, before you say anything-" he interrupted her.

"I promise, we'll just cuddle this time." He assure her, "unless you don't want to just cuddle."

"Oh god!" She rolled her eyes, "no, no, no!" Laughing, she pushed away gently so she can jump down.

"You're boring." He rolled eyes mocking her.

"I'm not. The last time you left Hebe inside me." She told him making him laugh.

"Isn't she the best thing though?" He shrugged started to walk to where his bedroom is grabbing her hand, basically dragging her with him.

"Hah! You have pink stairs!" YN chuckled. "Hebe is definitely a female version of you."

"I'd like to say that too." Harry smiled sweetly.

Before YN knew they were both standing in his closet. He was trying to fish out a shirt from a drawer still holding her hand by one of his. He looked though another drawer for pants.

Mean time YN looked around, she found an entire section in his closet dedicated to Hebe. Her little dresses hung up there nicely from the last time they were here in London for Christmas. Her pants and shirt were nicely kept in the little shelves. There was a toy car (which she can actually drive herself) in a corner with another tricycle, Harry got her for Christmas.

"Here you go." Harry's voice grabbed her attention from admiring Hebe's section in his closet, he held a pair of sweat pants and a comfy looking shirt.

Harry must have forgotten, his pants does not fit her. And since she's had Hebe her hips have gone a tiny bit wider. She never felt insecure about her body, she created a whole human from scratch in there after all, it just felt a bit embarrassing.

"Your pants don't fit me." She chuckled still taking the clothes from his hand.

"Oh, yeah." He scrunched up his nose remembering, "those jeans don't look comfy."

"It's okay, I've got a t-shirt dress in my bag I'll just wear that." YN said.

"You carry clothes with you?"

"I have to, sometimes I have to work at night, or stay over in editing studio." She explained.

"You definitely deserved that Oscar!" He commented following her like a puppy downstairs where her bag was.

"Stop, you're gonna give my alter ego a boost." She chuckled grabbing her bag. "And you basically kidnapped me from the sets."

"I did not." Harry gasped dramatically, "okay, I admit it. But you were busy talking to that guy, what's his name again? Tom. Yeah Tom, and I was waiting for you for five whole minutes."

"Yeah, so you grabbed my hand and dragged me with you." YN nodded her head taking out her dress from the bag.

"I was jealous." He admitted scratching the back of his neck. YN just laughed mockingly.

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Lying in same bed as him felt nothing new to YN, it was just that his bed here is more comfy and so is the duvet. What felt new was not having Hebe next to her instead having Harry lied next to her, which shouldn't be that different as both of them look like same person.

"Mum said she'll drop off Hebe in morning as she's going out with her friends." Harry said.

"Yeah." YN nodded.

"Do you want to be little spoon?" He offered, it was shocking coming from him but YN would take it. She turned on her side facing him scooting closer.

"I prefer it this way." Her arms tucked between him and her, she scooted further down to use Harry bicep as a pillow and bury her face on side of his neck. He was quick to wrap her up nicely in his arms. He placed a tender kiss in her forehead.

"Good night lovely." He mumbled before kissing her head again.

"Good night Harry." She sighed in content.

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YN slept like a baby that night.

She was woken up by tiny hand tapping her cheek, "Mummy."

It was Hebe cooing to her. YN almost forgot her Grandma was going to drop her off this morning, it was a surprise. A good surprise.

"Hi baby!" YN cooed.

"Good mornin'!" Hebe smiled sweetly standing by the bed.

"Good morning!" YN scooped her up in bed, Hebe slid under the duvet and cuddled into her Mummy. She checked her phone on the night stand for time. It was already past afternoon.

"It's afternoon now." YN sighed.

"I missed you." Hebe said swinging her small arm over YN's middle.

"I missed you too." YN reciprocated, "you did not trouble your Grandma, right?"

"No, we had so much fun!" Hebe shared.

"Hmm! Where is your dad?" YN enquired not finding Harry next to her. It was obvious he got out of bed, someone had to go get Hebe at the door.

"Downstairs." Hebe answered, "he said he's making waffles."

"Is he?"

"He definitely is!" Harry announced as he emerged through the door, a tray off food with two mugs and a glass of milk, a bowl of cut up strawberries and apples. He set the tray on the side table by "his" side of the bed.

"Grandma said Hebe did not wanted to have breakfast, she wanted to eat with us. So come on, budge up." He called Hebe over to his side.

"Why didn't you eat Bebe? I'm not going to leave you alone again then." YN said.

"No!" She whined.

"It's okay, she said she wanted to eat with us." Her dad came to her rescue. Hebe was quick to go to him to team up. She next to him with her arm swung over his shoulder, like they're Besties. Well, they are besties.

"You're just spoiling her."

"Hey, I'm not!" Harry whined.

"I'm gonna go use the restroom. And-" YN looked at her daughter, "-Bebe, are going to eat up."

"Yes Mummy." She said.

"Is she always like this?" Harry whispered to the little girl.

"Yes!" She snickered whispering back.

"I heard that!" YN announced.

When YN came back to where she left her daughter with her dad, she found them play fighting. Hebe sat on top of Harry as she threw pretend punches at him. YN did not know what was going on but it was very chaotic.

"What is going on here?" YN asked. Hebe got startled and actually punched Harry in his jaw.

"Ow!" He whined, it didn't hurt at all he was just overreacting on purpose.

"Oh my god, you alright?" YN rushed towards both of them and looked at Hebe's hand.

"I thought you'd check up on me," Harry pouted, "I'm the one who got punched."

"I know it didn't hurt you Harry, shush!" YN turned back to Hebe and kissed her small hands.

The little girl sat on her Mummy's lap as she had her dinner in bed, telling both her parents stories of how she helped her Grandma in the garden, how she potted a rose plant there and every fun thing she did. She was still definitely very much tired and exhausted as she was clinging onto YN a lot, and she was still in her PJs. YN knew she must have gave Anne a very hard time to change as Hebe hates to do anything, even change out of dirty clothes, when she's tired. She literally fell asleep in her dress cover in frosting on her birthday! and this was all just dirt and mud.

"Do you want to take a bath and change?" YN suggested.

"No." She mumbled cuddling into YN pulling up the duvet on the bed.

"Are you still tired princess?" Harry enquired, affectionately pushing her little baby hair out of her pretty face. She just nodded in answer. "Well, maybe we can just change into more comfortable clothes and cuddle all day, yeah?"

Her face lit up aa she glanced up at her Mummy (it is never expected from Hebe wanting to be in bed, especially in the day), she looked back at her dad.

"What do you say?" YN gave her a small kiss on the head.

Hebe is really a princess!

"Yes!" She nodded.

"Do you want to pick out your clothes?" Harry asked.

"No, I wan' Mummy to do it." She said, "pwease Mummy?"

"Your Mummy is tired too, why don't we go and get changed?" Harry felt bad for YN but what can he really do when their daughter wants her Mummy to do everything?

"No!" She pouted. YN's heart almost stopped beating seeing her eyes tear up.

"It's okay, you're not going to cry okay?" YN can never deny to her for anything even she was exhausted herself if that means her daughter never cries for any inconvenience. "Do you want leas the way please?"

"Yes!" Hebe was quick to hop down from bed and run to her dad's closet which had her clothes too. She picked out a shirt and pants and changed herself. She's learning to dress herself but she some times needs a bit of assistance.

"Yay, good job Bebe!" YN praised her fixing her shirt over her tummy.

YN was heading out but she saw something in one of the IKEA box in Harry's side of the closet. It was his black Hawaiian shirt with flamingos on it, she used to wear every time, so much that Harry just gave it to her. He didn't know why she loved that shirt so much she did so he gave it to her. But the night before they had their fight she left it at his flat among a few of her shirts, pants and a couple of dresses. Upon further inspection of the box she found her shirts and two dressed, he kept those!

It felt a tiny bit creepy that he brought them to London with him but made sense that he definitely did not lived in that rented flat. He lives in London and doesn't own any property in LA, until very recently, so it made complete sense why he'd bring his stuff back to his home in London.

Hebe giggling behind caught YN attention, "Dadda naky naky!" She made fun of her dad trying to find another shirt to wear, he'd dropped food on it earlier. YN found her reaction hilariously adorable. But her mood completely changed after looking at him, he clearly saw her going through that box as she was still crouched next to it. She just the stuff back in it and pushed it back into the shelf. She fled the room, Hebe hopped behind her Mummy like a little puppy.

It was weird okay!

She shouldn't be lurking around. It isn't her house. Doesn't matter if Harry would mind it or not, she doesn't even know how he felt finding uer going through rhat box. The way he looked at her with a little crease in between her brows, he looked a tiny man to her or she must be mistaking that. But she shouldn't be just going through stuff at his place.

But he could have had those donated... His shirt being there made sence but her clothes?

"Mummy can I pway game on your phone pwease? Fo' jus' a lil while?" Hebe caught YN attention wrapping her arms around her legs.

"Just for a little bit okay?" YN warned her before handing her the phone after making sure it's on airplane mode.

"Thank you, Mummy!" She jumped up on bed happily with the phone with her favourite Baking game on. Well, she made herself comfy there under the duvet.

"YN," Harry walked out of to the bedroom now fully clothed, "I—"

"I am sorry, I shouldn't be looking around like that." She said.

"No, darling, why are you sorry about that? Those are your clothes anyway." He rushed towards her but carefully, he's just too scared now to even make a move she wouldn't feel comfortable with.

"You kept my clothes?" It came out more as a question than a statement and nor as she intended.

"I, I didn't know what to do with them..." he stuttered, "I didn't wanted to get rid of them because they're yours."

"I seriously don't know what to say about that." She turned to look at Hebe, she was still into baking her little cakes on the game.

"I'm sorry, you can have those back if you want..." He didn't know what to say either.

"It's, it's okay, we'll look at that later. I think Hebe and I should head back now." She said.

"No, please!" He let out a whine, but a defeated one, like he doesn't want her or even Hebe to leave. "Look she's already comfortable in there, please? I just want you both to with me, we don't get to do that, nor we'll get to do that once our schedules get jam packed!"

"Mummy look!" Hebe turned her phone towards her Mummy, "I made you cake fo' your birfday!"

"Aw! Thank you baby! I hope it's delicious!" YN chirped happily, she just gave Harry a quick nod seeing Hebe's attention was on both of them now. He smiled and followed YN to his bed where Hebe was already tucked in under the duvet making cakes on her Mummy's phone, he slipped in from his side.

"Yeah! It's vanilla!" Hebe told her as her Mum likes that flavour.

"Is it!" YN pecked her head. "Do you want to maybe colour in your book now Hebe?"

"Okay." She shrugged, "my bag?" She looked around to find her bag which she took to her Grandma's last night.

"It's downstairs, do you want me to go get it for you?" Harry asked.

"I can get it!" Hebe stood up on the mattress and climbed off from Harry's side, almost kicking him in the balls accidentally trying to climb over him and then down from the bed.

"Let me—"

"She'll get it don't worry." YN stopped him seeing Hebe go downstairs by herself. He looked her worriedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. She just hates it when you don't let her do her own things." She explained hurriedly, "I didn't mean to like... you know... be rude. I'm sorry." She felt as if she was telling him how to parents their daughter.

"Oh! Don't have to be sorry about that darling, I just personally think she might need a bit of supervision as she just three. I didn't take it as you being rude." He assured her, "you know her better than me anyway."

"You'll get ro know her. Took me three years and nine months- actually ten months because it's all scam that pregnancy is just for only nine months, no it's ten!- I still learn new things about her." YN ended her mini rant with a deep exhale.

"Mummy!" Hebe called from downstairs, she did not sounded hurt or anything it was just a normal call. Of course both her parents went down.

"Wha's wrong lovely?" Harry enquired.

"Look!" Hebe pointed out side the glass door leading to back yard, they saw two cats there fighting, the little girl looked very distressed. Maybe of the one who was loosing the fight.

"It's okay, they're fine." YN said, "oh, nope, they're not!" She added sheepishly seeing the cats go at each other.

"He's hurting him!" Hebe cooed sadly.

"I'll just shoo them away, yeah? They won't fight then." YN told her.

"They might attack you YN. Don't go out there." Harry warned her. YN was already out the door, tapping her foot on the grass to shoo away the feral felines. And they went their separate ways, it was good to shoo them away than having one of them kill the other.

"What?" She asked closing the sliding glass door as he walked back in.

"I forgot you used to work with animals." He told her, looking completely impressed and shocked at the same time.

"Mummy is super hero!" Hebe celebrated seeing those cats are now gone. YN just chuckled picked her up from the ground, she's not used to having such amazing compliments. Like she have an Oscar sitting on one of her shelves and she have heard many praises, bur nothing compares to when Hebe praises her, or even look impressed.

"Where is you bag?" Harry looked around and it was on the sofa.

They all sat down on the rud at the coffee table, colouring away in Hebe's drawing book. Hebe showed off how she can write ABCs all by herself and numbers one through ten to her Dadda for a hundredth time, if not a millionth.

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It's a couple of days later...

Harry wouldn't lie he loves being home with his daughter and her mother. Like he has managed to make YN stay with both him and Hebe for all the days, they stayed over at her flat in London as YN didn't had her clothes at Harry's. He have keys to her flat so he can access to it in case Hebe need anything.

To YN he's being a complete angel that he is, watching Hebe as she worked. He even took Hebe to studio with him the day before. But today the Daddy and daughter decided to his house and make her a cake. It was YN's birthday and it seems like she habe forgotten about it. She was never enthusiastic about her birthday as to recent tragic memories being attached with it, she did not liked celebrating her birthday.

Harry and Hebe planned a cute surprise for her, they even called Gemma and Anne over to help with dinner. They made a very nice gourmet meal. It was going to be Pajama party with gourmet food.

Hebe was already ready, she had stolen a shirt from her mum's closet this morning, and luckily she did not dirty it. And it looked like a dress on her. And she had her blue socks with printed penguins on. She even put one of little hair clips on Binky the fox to dress it up a little as well for her Mummy's birthday!

"I just texted her and she said she'd be here in fifteen minutes." Harry announced, "she thinks she is coming to get Hebe for the night."

"Let's clean up quickly." Anne suggested. Harry followed her to kitchen to clean up and put the dishes from cooking in the dish washer.

They've put a little banner up which said Happy Birthday just above the breakfast bar, and lit up a few candles. They did everything all of them could in a very short time. Gemma suggested to DIY the birthday banner with pages from Hebe's book. And it was Hebe who wrote the message for her Mummy on it, helped her Aunty stick the papers with letters on a string and had her dad hang it up. Whilst her grandma was taking over the kitchen.

Hebe was really an event planner for everything, helping her Grandma, Aunty and Dadda. She did not three any tantrums today, she was being very good.

The door bell rang making all three of the adults look at the door like deer caught in headlights. THEY WERE NOT DONE!

"Harry go keep at the door for a few minutes!" Gemma whisper yelled at him.

"I don't know, I am scared!" He whisper yelled back at her.

"She's your girlfriend what the hell are you talking about! Go!" Gemma was trying to shoo him to the door.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Harry whined, but in a low voice so YN wouldn't hear him outside.

"Harry!" Now ut was Anne scolding him.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" He nodded.

Hebe laughed at their reactions. Gemma grabbed Hebe and her and Anne went to the dining area which was not in view from the main door. Harry went to open the door and try to buy sone time for the girls to finish up plating food and last details.

He was nervous and his palms were sweaty. Last time he surprised for her birthday was very smaller than this, he got a cake from a bakery with sunflower icing on it, they had a very nice Pasta which she made, and danced in the kitchen. It was very romantic. He could have done that, in a less romantic way including Hebe with everything of course. He just wanted her to feel like she have her family back and give her a celebrate her birthday again. He finally opened the door.

"Hi!" He waved her at with his awkward frog smile.

"Hi," she said suspiciously, "where... is Bebe?"

"She's fine."

"Harry I swear ro god if she is hurt-"

"No she is not!" He assured her, "you want me to take that?" He took her bag from her, "how was your day?"

"This..." she pointed at the door saying she's still standing outside, "is rude..."

"Oh, sorry, come in. Come in!" He stepped aside.

"I'm just joking, get Hebe, I'm really tired just want to go home." She chuckled tiredly.

"No, come in. She must be in her room." He told her. He turned his head to the dining area acting as if he is scratching his scalp, he sighed getting a thumbs up from his mum. He opened the door complete and pulled her in and shut the door.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" all the girls screamed.

Anne was stood there behind the cake and lit up candles on the dining table, Hebe was clinging onto her Aunty like a koala, all of them had huge grins of their pretty, gorgeous faces.

YN was not expecting this. She was surprised at the sets today by the actors in her movie and her staff, after they packed up for the day. She was stuck there or else she would have came to rake Hebe three hours earlier.

"Happy Birthday Lovely." Harry cooed, standing next to her looking at her shocked face. She was frozen on her spot.

Anne reminded YN of her own mother and Gemma reminded her of her sister though her sister was alot younger.

It reminded her of the day from her seventeenth birthday, the same birthday the Polaroid was taken from which Harry was able to know her birth date, she was having a very bad week and she had a few tests on her birthday. And cried in the morning stressing about her tests, and she came to the similar surprise by her mother and sister. It was the best day, they ate her favourite Indian food which her mum made, her sister and her danced and had a blast that day. That was an amazing day and she doesn't remember wanting to celebrate her birthday from after that.

"Oh my god, tha- thank you!" She stumbled on her speech, feeling teary eyed. Yeah she got emotional. Tears made their way down her cheeks.

"Aw lovie, don't cry, it's supposed to be a happy day!" Harry cheered her up.

"I'm not crying!" She defended herself, fanning her face with her hands, "my eyes are sweating!"

That made every giggle. Anne walked towards her to wrap her up in a warm, motherly hug. YN couldn't help herself and just burst out in sobs as Anne wished her again, almost a whisper and just a secret between both of them. Feeling safe and sound in just a warm and positive embrace.

She guess it was a Mummy thing to wish their kids like that, she herself wished Hebe like that, and so did her own mother. And now Anne wished her like that, she was crying happy tears to have it all back to her.

Harry was definitely happy, knowing her tears her happy ones. He got a little emotional too he wouldn't lie, and so was Gemma. Seeing Anne hold YN tightly close to her and mumble sweet things to her, a few of them making her chuckle as she cried, Harry gelt truly happy!

"Mummy?" Hebe have gotten down from Aunty's arms and went up to her mum tugging at the hem of her top, she was successful to get her attention. YN crouched down to her height, to hug her.

"I love you Mummy!" She mumble sweetly wrapping her arms around YN's neck.

"I love you more!" YN reciprocated.

It was one of just few times Hebe have seen her Mummy cry, like last time she pulled apart to wipe her with her tiny hand.

"It's okay, I'm here." She told her mummy making everyone chuckle and coo. "Why you sad Mumma?"

"I'm not sad, I'm just very very happy." YN kissed her cheek. Hebe gasped as she remembered.

"Dadda and I made you cake!" She announced.

"Did you?" YN was surprised that the cake was homemade.

"Yes we did!" Harry chirped from behind.

"Wess go and cut it!" Hebe dragged her num to dining table, she climb up on the chair and stood next to her mum.

They all sang her birthday song like she's a little baby as she cut into her birthday cake, after blowing out the candles. They all had dinner together and had the cake for dessert. Anne made some amazing Risotto and vegan stake (because Gemma is vegan).

It was a very fun night for YN, especially after her staff and actors on the sets surprised her, and now this.

After a little while Anne and Gemma went back to their own homes. Harry and Hebe cleaned up after quickly threatening YN fhat she won't be stepping a foot in kitchen.

"Hebe didn't you made a card for your Mummy?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes!" Hebe ran to the living room and got her card for he Mummy.

"Oh thank you baby!" YN cooed and pulled her baby up on her lap and opened her card.

It said nothing but Happy Birthday Mummy I love you in messy yet neat hand writing. YN chuckled at that.

"You wrote this yourself?" YN enquired, she's just three she doesn't know how to spell quite just yet.

"Mhmm! Aunty helped me!" She smiled her toothy grin. "And look!" She even turned around the card and there she had drown her stick figure family. Everyone have smily faces and it was the cutest thing ever!

"Tha's you, me an' Dadda!" She explained pointing at each stick figure.

"It's very adorable, thank you Bebe!" YN gave her a big cuddle. "It's bed time now, let's go home or you want to stay here?"

"Stay." She shrugged.

"Okay, then let's get you ready for bed then yeah?"

"I'll take her, you just relax!" Harry came out the kitchen just in time.

YN sat on sofa, going through her phone, Samantha and Camryn have left her so many messages, there was video of Alvin wishing her and even Macy's mum sent her a video of Macy wishing YN for her birthday. Samantha and texted for a little, she was going off about how much she misses Hebe.

"Mummy?" It was Hebe grabbing her attention, she was all ready for bed in her favourite Spiderman PJs. "Will you read me book?"

"Of course, let's go." YN kept her phone to a side and took Hebe to her room.

It's just been five days, YN and Harry putting her to bed together. Harry read her different books and sometimes Hebe demanded his Mummy to read her one book. She's getting so used to having both her parents together, they have all the meals together, do all bunch of fun stuff. She's been very happy and she haven't asked her friends back in LA yet.

Though YN and Harry were not yet together, for Hebe they were. She was getting to used to having her dad confess his love for her mother openly in front of her, she was a little less possessive over her dear Mummy now. Though YN was taking it very slow with Harry, she would reciprocate his words some times and sometimes act like she didn't hear them, just so she doesn't hurt his feelings. She even opted to sleep in guest bedroom from the past two nights.

"YN she's asleep." Harry told YN grabbing her attention, she was really into the story. She sighed and closed the book taking a mental note to read it by herself as it was very interesting.

"Do you want to go to bed or should we go downstairs?" Harry asked as he shut Hebe's door quietly.

"I think I should go back to mine for the night." YN said already following him downstairs.

"I wanted to talk." He stopped on the last third step and turned around to look at her.

"About?" She enquired.

"I don't know, just whatever..." He shrugged going back to walking down the last three steps.

YN was scared. She didn't know why, maybe because she did not know what he wanted to talk about, but by the look on it face it was pretty clear that he knows what he wants to say. But also, he didn't looked serious, angry, or even scary, he just held out his hand for her to grab it. She hesitantly slipped her hand in his and let him guide her to the living room.

"What do you want to talk about?" She asked again, ut was very evident she was scared of something to him.

"I don't know how to and where to start." He gave her an honest answer and that made her heart beat pick up a new pace.

"I want to ask you something, you know we've been doing this... uh... this co-parenting thing for a little over ten months now." He tried to explain a little story for his forthcoming question, "why do seem to lost to me? Like, I know it's pretty obvious now, I just want us to be together like a 'typical' family, YN, I want to call you my girlfriend and not just mother of my daughter. I want to be called you boyfriend. You are not letting me in, did I hurt you that bad?"

Now he looked hurt, he's been trying his best to fix everything. His eyes looked two shades darker in dim lights in living room, and she swore she saw tears pooling up in his eyes.

"I swear I didn't mean to, I'm trying to fix everything and I completely understand and know it's hard not to think of the past, I'm so, so sorry for hurting you that bad, YN." And a tear rolled down his cheek, "I've just fell in love with idea of us living together, watching our daughter grow up, you know what I mean?" He let out a long shaky breath.

"I completely understand if you want anything to do with me, I at least tried." He ended his little vulnerable rant there. YN listened to him carefully, he usually uses words precisely, this was the most she remembers seeing him talk, when he's even a little vulnerable. It is hard to get him to talk.

"You did hurt me, yeah you did. But I'm trying to move past that and leave it behind. It's just I worry a lot about our baby." She shared, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you any way. I am just taking it day by day."

"You didn't. It just makes me sad you've just built your walls very high." He explained. YN reached to take his hand in hers carefully.

"I don't mean to, I— is it because I sometimes avoid you?" She asked suddenly realising she does that a lot, subconsciously, but it is very frequent. He just nodded, "oh no, Harry, I am sorry, I don't mean to. There is just always so much going on in my head, and Hebe is very distracting, I am so sorry!" She rushed her words clasping his hand inbetween her both, pressing a kiss on his knuckles.

"You don't do that because you're mad at me?" He enquired.

"No!" She cooed, "no, I don't!"

"Oh god, I love you so much!" He sighed, and pulled her in a bear hug, she was not expecting this reaction from him. "I promise, we'll get through this, I love you so much. I love our princess so much!"

"I love you too Harry!" She reciprocated, wrapping her own arms around his neck, caressing his hair tenderly. "I just need you to trust me, okay? I would never lie to you about anything."

"I'm sorry lovie," he mumbled against her shoulder.

"I know, everything is going be fine." She assured him but realised she's talking like she's having a conversation with Hebe. Harry chuckled pulling apart enough to look at her.

"This is getting awkward." She pointed out making him laugh.

"I know, it's okay." He mocked her tone jokingly as she talked to their daughter.

"For a hundredth time, I do not sound like that!" She exclaimed puffing her cheeks up in offence, even her friends make light hearted jokes on her cooing voice to the kids she doesn't take it to offence but she did now. Harry giggled wrapping his arms around her, she tried to push him but his grip was tight around her.

YN didn't know how touch starved she was, it was almost a foreign feeling to be held like that. She took the opportunity leaned her head over his head earning almost a very rewarding forehead kiss from him.

"I missed this." Harry mumbled against her.

She chuckled softly, "me too!"

"Did you? You were giving me a hard time from past ten months." He teased. She didn't said anything and just closed her eyes taking in the scent of his perfume.

"Did you just fell asleep lovie?" Harry enquired not feeling her move at all.

"No." She mumbled, "I just feel very calm."

She earned a kiss on her head, as his hand drew soothing circles on her back.

"Me too." He mumbled smiling as he pressed his cheek on top of her head. He felt just so content having to her hold her like that, like she's his personal cuddle bear. But YN pulled apart breaking their hug.

"Can you kiss me, please?"

Yes the question came from her. Harry was honestly surprised but wouldn't hesitate to admit it he's been waiting for the moment since the night he saw her at the beach after Halloween trick or treat night.

"You sure you want me to?" He enquired, feeling nervous as if it's his first kiss. It was technically their first kiss after three and half; almost four years after.

"Mhmm!" She nodded. "If you want to, of course."

"Fuck yeah I want to kiss you!" He got a little excited making her laugh softly. With hand on the back of her neck he pulled in closer, smearing his lips on her's in most tender way she have ever felt him kiss her. His little peck on her lips last all of three seconds but it felt like he pulled back a little too quickly, he embraced her in another hug.

"Happy Birthday!" He whispered but it was supposed to be an exclamation.

"It was the best birthday I've had in a long time, thank you." She mumble.

"You deserve the best." He sighed deeply, "I love you." He reminded her again, voice wavering, "so much!"

"I love you too." She broke away from their hug just enough to be able to take a loot at him, the tears on his face confirmed his watery voice.

"Awh!" She cooed cradling his face in her hands as she placed a kiss on his cheek, he smiled as deep dimples dented either of his cheeks, crinkles creasing by the corner of his eyes.

"Can I call you lovely now?" He asked, "I know you look at me like you're going to rip my heart off my chest. You're just very lovely not to be called lovely." His wrapped around her wrists, pulled both her hands to his heart.

"I love it when you call me that. I was mad, I didn't know I intimidated you that much." She teased him.

He scoffed, "intimidate? Me?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded in slow pace mocking him.

"Whatever helps you sleep." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Oh admit it." She scoffed pulling her hands away from him and leaning back.

"Back when you were mad, yeah, but now I am not." He leaned back too proudly mirroring her posture with a proud look on his face. "Because I know you've turned back to your old self now, I prefer her more."

"Huh! Why?"

"You were very bubbly back then."

"Don't make it feel like it's been a millennium, it's just been four years." She told him.

"That's a long time." He whispered to keep it a secret just between the two of them, as if they're not alone in living room.

"You chopped off your hair, you dress like a businesswoman Mummy, you talk less." He started his explanation, "old YN liked to rant about most random shit. Don't get me wrong I loved to listen to her."

"Why are you talking about me in front me like I am thrid person?" She huffed a chuckle.

"Listen, listen, I have more old YN wore dresses, you know I liked to rip those off. And oh her long hair—"

"Stop it!" She interrupted him, "I'm leaving." She got up to leave.

"Hey, hey I was just joking,I was joking." He chuckled, getting up to stop her from actually leaving to go back to hers in middle of the night.

"No funny business Harry, I am serious." She warned.

"No funny business, those two kisses are enough to hold me till morning, we can at least go to bed together." He suggested, "I promise no "funny business", unless you want it to be funny." He said wiggling his fingers in air to mimic air quotation marks.

"I am leaving." YN shook her head as he tried to leave.

"You've got boring."

"Well, you have to deal with it, don't have any other option unless you don't want to." She shrugged.

"Come on, I promise I'll keep my hands to myself." He promised, already walking to the pink staircase. What can he say? He loves to fall asleep cuddling, it's usually his little princess.

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Could you do a fluff with a hint of angst Iwaizumi oneshot where he’s dating a 3rd year from Karasuno who’s the girl’s soccer captain and she’s close with the volleyball team so when Karasuno beats Seijoh, she comforts Iwaizumi and tells him she loves him despite Daichi having a crush on her?

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➟ 𝗜𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➟ 𝗢𝗳𝗰 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻. 𝗻𝗴𝗹 𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼 𝗜 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱. 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘀 ♡

➟ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

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“(Y/N)!!!!!” Tanaka’s voice alerts the team that you had arrived to the gym. Suga runs your way jumping in you excited to see you after a week of you not showing up to the gym due to soccer practice and games taking up time after school.

Laughing along with him you wrestle him off you and Daichi approaches you and gives you a hand to help you up from the floor. “How’s your practice ? Heard that the you girls won three games last week. Talk about starting the season with a kick” his dad jokes make you cringe but laugh at his effort to going the extra mile with being nice.

“You doing anything on Tuesday ? We play Seijoh and-” As soon as you hear the school name you interrupt Daichi telling him all about your plan for that day. “ I heard !n I was actually going to go. I let the girls have the day off of practice so I’ll be able to go. I can cheer for you guys and all.” You say not me ruining your boyfriend and giving Daichi hope that you reciprocated his feelings for you.

“You’re just going because your boyfriend plays for Seijoh !! Don’t even try to be slick, ya hear !” Tanaka points at you and shouts like a bad mad making you blush. “Shut it baldy !!! I’ll always support you guys ni matter what”

“Did I hear that right ? Your….boyfriend plays for Seijoh ?” Daichi’s voice cracks a little at the word boyfriend but he finishes up with words trying to play off the hurt. “Oh yea, you guys know ‘im” you smile really hard waiting for one of the boys to say Hajime’s name.

“Is it that bastard Oikawa ?” Kageyama scowls

“The tall one with eyes who looks like he’s smoked for days” Nishinoya shouts out talking about Matsukawa.

“Hanamaki ?” Asashi whispers not too sure of his answer

“NOOOO IT’S IWAIZUMU” Hinata jumps up and down trying to get the rest of the guys attention

“He’s right. It’s the ace.” Suga backs up the younger boys answer. Daichi getting affirmation of who it was he deflated a little but smiles continuing to pretend like everything was alright. Looking at your watch you see the time and remember you had to meet up with Hajime. “Fuck- guys I’ll see y’all later, I have to go. I’ll be at the game Tuesday though. I have a good feeling you guys will win.” You wave at the team with a smile speed walking to the exit.

Getting to where you were to meet up with Hajime he receives you with a hug and kiss to your forehead. “Hey,doll. How was practice ?” “Good thanks, yours ?” “Shitty-kawa had the nerve to start bitching about something’s but it was good too”

You both walk towards your home. Practice let out late for you and Hajime didn’t want you walking home alone so he made for to walk you even if you said you’d walk with Hinata who lived close to where you lived. “What did I tell you ? That the boys volleyball team would be let out even more late than you. I can’t take the chances ,love” He reaches for your hand squeezing it lightly.

Once getting yo your house, Iwa hugs and kisses you plus greets your mom who opened the door for you. “Thanks for walking her home,hon” your mother hugs your boyfriend happy to know that you were in good hands with him. “ ah don’t worry about it. Coupon have her walking all alone at the hour.” He hugs back content with his actions. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Tuesday Afternoon

The crowd for Seijoh was loud. There was no doubt that they wanted them to win. In the other side was the crowd supporting Karauno, which was much smaller and where you were seated with one of your defenses on the team. “You think they can take this W ?” “Yea they’ve worked hard and have practiced twice as much. Not only that but they have Daichi leading them. They’ll be fine” you respond glancing at her with full seriousness.

“If you say so capt’n” the short haired girl sighs hoping your instincts were right.

The game starts and things start to get interesting. When the game you saw Karasuno ready to take the set your voice is was the other heard. “Oh shit - Oh shit…OH SHIITTTT” you get up from your seat and cheer watching the ball kiss the courts floor. You were happy to see that the boys you were good friends with won but also felt a sting with seeing Iwa and the others cry silently while they thank the people who came out to support.

Your heart squeezes seeing this and you just had to reach out and get to your boyfriend before anything. You could only imagine the hurt he felt after a loss of a game and how devastated he is at the moment.

“I’ll be back” you grab your belongings and let the smaller girl beside you know. “Wait where ya goin’ !!! I thought we were going to get buns after this ?!” “We are !! Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the gym exit!” You yell half way gone. “Capt’n my ass. (Y/n) you just wanna see your Iwaizumi.” She grumbles really wanting that meat bun.

Making your own way to the outside of the locker room where the Karasuno boys were - you smile at them congratulating them with hugs and high- fives happy to know that their hard work paid off. “You guys did amazing here out there. And Daichi *chefs kiss* beautiful” you butter yo the captain making him blush. “Thank you for coming out (y/n) it means a lot to all of us” Asahi bends over in front of you making Yh shake your head “please no no no. It’s not a problem at all. I’m happy to come out and support you all when I can” you finish up congratulating them and say your byes then make your way to where Iwaizumi would probably be.

Getting told by Mattsun that Iwaizumi was still in the locker room you tell him if he could give you boyfriend a message. “Tell him I’ll be at the front. I’ll be waiting for him there wih another teammate of mine, thanks” “of course I will. How can I say no to such a cute face” Mattsun bends to your height and begins to pinch your cheeks teasingly without realizing that Iwa was making his way out the locker room.

“Ahem - mind telling me why you’re touching her cheeks ?”

“Cause Iwa, they’re soft~ oh wait yours are too” Matsukawa reaches for Iwaizumi’s cheeks but he dodges them quickly.

“Ah you’re no fun. I’ll see you tomorrow, till next time my dear (y/n) ~” the male continues to tease and sing song as he takes his leave.

Walking to where you teammate was you could feel the sad aura radiating off Iwa. Stopping to turn to him you express your arms which he gladly accepts and pulls you close to him, burying his face into your black club jacket. “You probably think I’m a loser now” he grumbles letting out a sigh.

“No, you big baby. I think you did everything you had and deserves kisses” you jut your lips up waiting for him to pull back and meet your lips with his. “You’re just sayin’ that cause you’re my girlfriend” his grin around your waist tightens. “Hajime,baby - My cute ace and cry baby. I’m saying this because you really did do everything in your power to win. You and the team. Things just didn’t go as planned wnd that’s okay”

Pulling back from the embrace he smiles and leans in to kiss your lips content with knowing that even if he lost, you’d be there to help him stay standing or even help him stand up. “I love you, Messi” with a short laugh at his joke you pull him in to you once again “I love you too”

As you two had your moment the Karasuno boys came out walking to get in the bus. The corner of his eye is what got Daichi’s attention. Seeing you hugged up with someone other than him made him sigh deeply hurt that you had been taken. “Cheer up captain. I know you like her but please don’t let this kill your spirit” Tanaka smacks Daichi’s back pushing him forward. “I should’ve ask her out sooner” Daichi whispers for only Tanaka to hear but the the other chaotic players heard - Suga and Nishinoya come in hugging Daichi trying to cheer him up with Tanaka.

Though you weren’t with him, he’d always cheer for your happiness, no matter what. Daichi was just that person to wish the best to anyone who was grand to him.

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lancermylove · 3 years

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Teenager MC 8: Dad’s Home! (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x gn!Reader, platonic.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Could you do a one-shot where Lucifer arrives home after a looong day and walks in on his brothers laughing up a storm because teen MC accidentally exclaimed "Dad's home!" when they saw him?

A/N: Anon, I am SO sorry for taking so long! >< I like to write one-shot in one go, and recently I’ve been very busy. I hope you like it!

Word Count: 2,287

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Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. First, Lucifer stayed up all night to finish a report for the RAD council. Then in the morning, his brothers ended up arguing and got into a food fight, so he had to forgo breakfast. When he got to RAD, he learned that Diavolo ran away to escape his responsibilities, leaving Lucifer a tall stack of papers to read and sign. On top of that, since the butler was out searching for the prince, the Avatar of Pride had to take care of Barbatos's student council work as well. For this reason, he had to ignore his rumbling stomach and skip lunch.

Just when Lucifer thought he could rest, a fight broke out between two lesser demons. Then he got caught in the middle of a prank and got doused in water, followed by pink glitter. There went his new clothes. After he left RAD, the raven-haired man stopped to get a snack but got attacked by hungry Devildom birds and had to give up his food. When he decided to head home, Diavolo showed up and asked Lucifer to save him from Barbatos; instead of helping the prince, the Avatar of Pride gave him a lecture which drained the remaining energy from his exhausted body. So, by the time Lucifer reach the House of Lamentation, he had no strength left.

All he wanted to do was eat, go straight to his room, and drink wine while listening to his favorite CD. The demon expected all his brothers to be busy with school work, but instead, he found them in the living room in a rather chaotic state. Mammon was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing up a storm; Levi sat on one of the sofas with both hands over his mouth, trying to suppress his chuckles; Satan leaned against Asmo's shoulder, laughing and wiping his tears, while Asmo pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips and giggled; Beel held onto his stomach and repeatedly hit one of his large hands on the center table, laughing heartily; the youngest brother was curled up on the couch beside his twin, chuckling. You stood near the fireplace, biting down on your lower lip, but as soon as you saw Lucifer, you covered your mouth quickly, hoping he didn't hear your words.

Seeing the state of his family, Lucifer felt like hitting his head on a wall. All eyes turned to him, expecting him to question them or cross his arms and frown at their behavior, but the eldest brother chose to turn on his heels and dragged his feet towards his bedroom.

Asmo and Satan stopped laughing and exchanged glances as soon as they saw him exit the room. Belphie saw his older brothers' reactions and wondered what happened. He tugged on Beel's shirt to get him to stop laughing. Levi blinked in confusion, questioning why his tyrant brother walked away without saying a word. Mammon didn't get the message and continued laughing until Satan threw a pillow at him.

"Hey, whatcha do that for?" The Avatar of Greed asked as he sat up and smoothed out his disheveled hair.

"Is Luci okay?" You questioned, not expecting him to give such an unusual reaction, "Should...we go check on him?"

Before anyone could reply to your question, a familiar voice interrupted, "Pardon my intrusion, but would Lucifer happen to be here?"

"He just came home," you replied, "hey, Barbatos, did something happen to Lucifer? He...didn't seem like himself."

"I thought that may be the case," the butler touched his chin and sighed before explaining the events that took place throughout Lucifer's day.

"You know, Luci always does so much for us," you mumbled and glanced at the ground, "we always cause trouble for him, but he still takes care of us. I think this time, we should do something for him!"

Your lips tugged into a smile as you held up your curled hands close to your face, "Let's turn his bad day into a good day."

The brothers pondered for a second, and Asmo was the first to speak, "I agree. Whenever I have fashion emergencies, I can always count on Lucifer to help me."

Beel nodded in agreement, "Whenever I ask him for his food, he gives it to me. Also...he took care of Lilith a lot."

Belphie's muscles momentarily stiffened at hearing his sister's name, but he regained his composure. "He locked me in the attic to protect me...even though I caused him trouble."

Levi twirled the cable of his headphone around his index finger while mumbling, "He always makes sure my bank account is full, so I can buy all the games I want."

"He takes Goldie away from me," Mammon sighed and averted his eyes, "but to keep me from running into debt."

All eyes turned to Satan, waiting for him to add his point to the conversation. The Avatar of Wrath crossed his arms as the corners of his lips turned down, "What? You really want me to say something nice about Lucifer?"

"Come on, Satan," you pouted, "you know he has done nice things for you. Admit it! It's not like Lucifer is around to hear you praising him."

After a moment of silence, the blond man shook his head and admitted defeat. "Fine, even though I always hated him, Lucifer still looked out for me."

"See, that wasn't hard, was it?" You chuckled, earning a deeper frown from him.

"Seems like all of you have the situation under control," Barbatos smiled, "Then I shall take my leave. If you require my aid, then do let me know. Please excuse me."

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Asmo opened the door to his elder brother's room and peeked inside. "Luci? Sorry, to disturb you."

The Avatar of Pride sat on the chair next to the fireplace with his arms crossed over his chest and head thrown back. He didn't open his eyes but motioned his brother to come inside.

"What's wrong?" Luci asked in a sapped voice, slightly opening his eyes.

"I need you to come with me." Asmo took hold of his brother's hand and helped him to his feet before Lucifer could protest in any way.

"Can this wait?"

"No, sorry!" Asmo forced a small smile as he studied his sibling's lifeless face.

Upon reaching his room, the Avatar of Lust asked his sibling to lie on his bed faced down. At first, the elder brother looked at Asmo with a raised eyebrow, but lacking the strength to protest, he gave in. While the other brothers fulfilled their duties, Asmo kept Lucifer busy with a body and face massage.

"Asmo, what is going on?" The raven-haired man asked in a muffled voice.

"Shh, no talking allowed. Just relax." The Avatar of Lust cooed as he worked his fingers to break the pent-up tension in his brother's muscles. In the meantime, Belphie and Levi snuck into Luci's room to draw him a relaxing bath with candles and soothing music.

"D-Do you really think this will help?" Levi asked while lighting the silver-colored candles around the black bathtub.

"It will help. Besides, we need to give Asmo time to sneak out and buy Lucifer a new outfit. Levi, while I add the final touches, go tell Asmo we're done."

After Belphie added the remaining petals in the bathtub, he made his way to the kitchen to check on his twin and Mammon.

"Beel! Don't touch that," Mammon loudly said as he whacked the top of his younger brother's hand, "Remember, we are cookin' for Lucifer."

"Beel, are you hungry again?" Belphie chuckled, stepping into the kitchen to find his twin pouting. The Avatar of Gluttony touched his growling stomach and nodded once.

"How are ya still hungry? You ate everything we made just a few minutes ago," Mammon sighed and shook his head in disapproval, "Belphie, will ya make sure he doesn't eat any of Lucifer's food? We don't have enough ingredients to cook everything again."

"I p-promise I won't eat anything." The orange-haired demon lowered his head and looked at the older demon through his bangs.

"Don't gimme that look. We'll getcha somethin' to eat after, 'kay?"

Beel's eyes lit as he vigorously nodded, "Let me help you with the vegetables."

"So, how's everything goin' on your end?" Mammon asked as monitored the food on the stove.

"Lucifer got his massage and should be relaxing in the tub. Asmo will leave to buy his new outfit soon." Belphie leaned again the wall and watched Beel rhythmically chopping the red, green, and orange vegetables.

“What about Satan and (Y/N)? Did they message ya?”

“Yeah, Satan said (Y/N) gave an earful to Diavolo for giving Lucifer and Barbatos a hard time,” Belphie smiled and rolled his long bang between his right thumb and index finger, “I wish I could’ve been there.”

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Meanwhile, you and Satan worked with the prince and his demon butler to finish some of Lucifer's student council work.

"Prince Diavolo, I apologize for crossing my limits earlier, but you are the Ruler of Devildom. That means you have certain responsibilities to fulfill whether you like it or not," you huffed, "you can’t push those duties on others. Lucifer and Barbatos already do quite a lot for you, so please don't give them a difficult time. Promise me, you won't."

Satan pressed his lips into a firm line to hold back his laughter while Barbatos quietly chuckled to himself. Diavolo exhaled loudly and shook his head, feeling guilty for his actions.

"I promise. Barbatos, deliver an apology gift basket to Lucifer on my behalf. Also, let him know that he has the day off tomorrow."

"Of course, my lord." The green-haired butler glanced at you with a smile before exiting the room to purchase the present.

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An hour later, you and Satan return to the House of Lamentation to find Mammon and Beel heading to Lucifer's room with a tray in hand. As the four of you reached the Avatar of Pride's bedroom, you saw the remaining brothers waiting in front of the door.

"Ah, seems like everyone is here," Asmo smiled and knocked on the door, "Lucifer, we are coming inside."

The Avatar of Pride was stunned to see the group enter his room but stared wordlessly. He scanned all of your faces with unreadable eyes, waiting for one of you to speak.

"Here," Mammon broke the silence as he set the food tray on the center table, followed by Beel. "We heard you haven't eaten today..."

Lucifer lifted the silver cloches to find three meals, an appetizer, main course, and dessert, messily arranged on fine china plates with intricate gold patterns. He examined the dishes but stopped to stare at the cake with a missing piece.

"B-Beel, you promised you wouldn't eat anything," Mammon rested his hands on his hips and shot a glare towards his younger brother.

"S-Sorry...I couldn't wait to eat," The Avatar of Gluttony innocently replied.

To everyone's surprise, Lucifer started chuckling, "Thank you, Mammon, Beel."

"Luci, I got you a new replacement outfit," Asmo chimed, "Though I must say, you looked quite good covered in pink glitter."

"Oh, I also have something I would like to tell you," you chirped and clapped your hand together, "you have the day off tomorrow!"

The raven-haired glanced at you with wide eyes, but before he could ask you why a loud knock echoed through the bedroom. All heads turned to see Barbatos stepping in with a large gift basket. "Pardon me, but Lucifer, Lord Diavolo asked me to deliver this on his behalf. He also wishes to apologize to you for causing you trouble today."

For a while, the Avatar of Pride grew quiet as he pieced the events of the day together. His lips curled up into a rather soft smile, "Thank you, everyone, for turning my day around, but I advise you not to get used to this kinder side of mine. I am curious about one thing though, what were all of you laughing at earlier today?"

"Oh dear, look at the time," Asmo gasped as he covered his cheeks, "I need to go moisturize my bedroom."

Mammon watched Asmo skip out of the room and quickly added, "Uh, I think I left the stove on. Lemme go turn it off before the house burns down."

Levi looked around the room nervously as Mammon ran out of the room. "Um, I w-will go get g-gasoline to put out the fire..." The Avatar of Envy stiffly walked out the room, nearly tripping over his feet.

"I need to finish a report and pull an all-nighter," Belphie mumbled before turning on his heels and quickly sliding his feet across the hardwood floor.

"I need to go burn my book," Satan said and power walked out, mentally beating himself for making a senseless excuse.

Beel tilted his head to one side and blinked, "Why did everyone leave?"

"I should return to the castle to babysi- I mean to attend to Lord Diavolo," Barbatos chuckled and excused himself.

"Uh, I need to...go summon the devil. See ya!" You flashed a toothy grin and raced out of the room. Lucifer watched all of you with one eyebrow tugged up.

"Beel," he shifted his attention to the only remaining brother, "tell me, why was everyone laughing earlier?"

The tall demon chuckled, remembering your word, and blurted, "When (Y/N) saw you at the front door, they ran into the living room and said 'dad's home'."

"Dad...," Lucifer slumped on the sofa and touched his forehead with his thumb and index finger, "is that what (Y/N) thinks of me as? I suddenly don't feel well."

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ralyks-core · 3 years

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The City of Forks Welcomes You (Chapter One)

Jacob Black x Reader, Eventual Paul Lahote x Reader

Words: 1,047

AN: Thank you guys for your patience the past month has been very chaotic for me, I hope you all are still interested in what I have to offer haha!

I stepped into Bella’s room looking around.

“Here.” She thrusts the laptop in my hands before pushing me out of her room, “I want it back in a few hours or else.”

“Yes ma’am” I nod solemnly, before cracking a smile.

She glares at me slightly, but I can tell she’s not actually annoyed. “Listen y/n, if you don’t give it back i’ll be forced to…execute you, so take this seriously.” She laughs slightly.

“As the plague”, I nod.

I watch as she cringes slightly, how weird.

I step into “my” bedroom, and sigh. I missed my belongings, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to go home— at least not by myself.

I sat on the bed and turned on the laptop,

“Jeez Bella you have enough tabs open?” I glare at the screen closing some of them but pausing when one of them piques my interest.

“Bella!” I shout, taking the laptop with me.

I burst into her room, not really caring that Edward was stood in the corner. “What the fuck is this? Is this your idea of a sick joke?!” I turn the computer towards her, my eyes stinging slightly.

“N-no y/n that was from forever ago I was-“

"Halloween costumes, y/n. Bella and I were discussing Halloween costumes. She thought it would be suitable for us to-.”

I glare at Edward, “Wow. that's what you’re going with? Whatever.” I shove the laptop in Bella’s hands before walking out completely forgetting about my project.

I slam open the door to leave, but Charlie, Billy, and Jacob all stood there as if they were about to come in. “Excuse me, sorry.” I smile weakly, slinking around everyone and walking off into the forrest.

The crunch of leaves behind me told me told me someone, presumably Jacob, was following me.

“Go away Jacob.”

“Yeah, like thats gonna happen.” I could feel his eye roll despite not seeing it. “You barely know these woods y/l/n.” He falls in step with me.

“You can come with but I’m not going back to the house if thats what you’re trying to get at.” I say bitterly.

“I never mentioned goin back did I y/cnn”

“Don’t call me that.” I cringe thinking of being a child and my mom calling me that.

“Oh c’mon y/n lighten up, you used to love being called that.” He slightly walks into me.

“Yeah, when I was 9 and it wasn’t embarrassing.” I pout.

We walked in silence for the most part, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. I glanced over a few times at him blushing slightly.

“You’re not very subtle.” He teases.

“I’m not doing anything I just got tired of looking to my right, okay!?” I blush deeply looking away.

“Damn y/n are you always this defensive-“ I stare at him warningly.

“Alright”, he puts his hands up in mock surrender, “whatever you say y/cnn.”

“Stop calling me that J!” I punch his arm.

“Okay, ow,” he whines, “you’re mean. I regret hanging out with you.”, he says playfully.

“Oh i’m sorry princess, do you want me to kiss it better?” I ask sickly sweet.

His fake pout quickly turns into a smirk, “Yes I do.”

I glare up at him, flustered.

“Well you can’t back out now, you’re the one who offered.”, he muses.

“I didnt think you’d take me up on it.”

“Well thats a you problem y/n.”

I sigh and stop walking, turning towards him.

He laughs as he extends his arm; I gently kiss his shoulder where I had smacked him previously.

“Happy?” I say looking away quite clearly embarrassed.

“Very.” He grins guiding us back to the house.

I found myself feeling more relaxed and a lot happier by the time we got back.

I was relieved to rekindle our friendship. After I moved I never saw much of him at all, and with moving back, I didn’t really make any friends in highschool. I kept mainly to myself and occasionally I spoke to Edward or even Alice. I tried not to cling onto Bella too much, she seemed to be battling her own demons.

“Do you wanna come to La Push on Friday?” He asked me, breaking my thoughts.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” I smile genuinely for the first time in a long time.

“Ladies first” Jacob smiles as he gestures for me to go up the steps and into the house.

“After you princess” I wink before stepping up the first step.

“Well if you insist” He yanks me back down the step before heading in front of me.

“You’re so mean to me!” I whine before following behind him.

“You’re the one that offered y/cnn” he glances back at me laughing slightly.

“You nearly choked me with my shirt collar and you’re laughing about it” I gasp in mock offence “You’re trynna kill me!”

“Maybe I a-“

I slam into Jacob’s back as he pauses suddenly tensing up. I jump up and see over his shoulder; Bella and Edward were coming down the stairs holding hands.

The tension was palpable and I had to slink under Jacob’s arm to get further into the house.

“Are you heading off again Bella?” I ask as I slide off my shoes, feeling less angry with her.

“Yeah uh, we’re going to Edwards for dinner. Esme planned it all… and it’d be rude to decline..”she said staring at Edward, not even bothering to look in our direction.

“Well thats kinda rude when Jacob and Billy came all this was for dinner here, I’m sure you and Edward can stay a while.” I say a tad bit upset on Jacobs behalf.

Charlie walked out of the kitchen, “She already asked and I said she could go. Billy said Jacob wouldn’t mind since you’re here, y/n” Charlie pats my back and smiles up at Bella, “Bring her back by a decent hour.”

“Yessir, I promise.” Edward states before guiding Bella past Jacob and I.

I turn and give Jacob an apologetic look, but he shrugs it off and slings an arm around my shoulder “Well, y/l/n it looks like we’re stuck together now”

“Aw, such a shame” I shake my head and we walk into the kitchen to help set the table for dinner.

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN SKiT Dolce Tokuten Drama CD ”Diabolik ★ Share House ~ The Younger Brother’s Independent Lifestyle~”

Original title: ディアボリック★シェアハウス～弟たちの自適生活～

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN SKiT Dolce Tokuten Drama CD [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou, Kimura Ryouhei & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: This CD has been on my person wishlist for quite some time and someone I know on Discord was kind enough to share the audio with me after they purchased it online! While it wasn’t quite as chaotic as I expected with these three living together, I still got a pretty good laugh out of it!

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The scene starts outside at night.

Subaru: ...Ah, fuck! Those guys always manage to talk their way out and in the end, I’m the only one who gets fuckin’ yelled at by Reiji...! I’m sick and tired of this! I’m never goin’ back to that stupid house!

Kou: ...Huh? Ah, it’s Subaru-kun!

Subaru: Aah...?

Kou: What are you doing here?

Subaru: Kou. I could ask you the same.

Kou: I’m currently running away from home.

Subaru: Running away from home?

Kou: Exactly! Listen to thisー Everyone’s just way too mean! I’m here exhausted from my idol work, yet Ruki-kun tells me not to sleep on the sofa, Yuma-kun’s trying to drag me away to help him with his harvest while Azusa-kun would try to cut my hair to test the sharpness of his new knife! Geez, don’t you think they should all go a little easier on me?

Subaru: Haah...Not much different at my place.

Kou: You too?

Subaru: Yeah. They keep on makin’ me do all the dirty work ‘cause I’m the youngest. ...Haah...Today Ayato-kun and the others blamed it on me after they broke one of Reiji’s plates, so I got pissed off and punched the wall, which led Reiji to believe I did both things and he lectured me for two fuckin’ hours.

Kou: Uwaah...That must have been horrible.

Subaru: Siblings only ever bring trouble.

Kou: My thoughts exactly! They’re just too inconsiderate towards us!

Shin: Heeh? So you two had a sibling quarrel too, huh?

Subaru: ...! This voice...

Shin walks up to them.

Shin: Good evening. Didn’t expect to run into you guys here.

Kou: Since you said ‘too’, does that mean you had a fight with Carla-kun as well, Shin-kun?

Shin: I suppose in my case it would be more accurate to say that I can just no longer gloss over his selfishness. Guess you could say I’m tired of it.

Subaru: What do you mean?

Shin: Nii-san leaves everything up to me or the Familiars and no matter how many times I tell him not too, he keeps on making reckless purchases without checking the price tag. Whether it’s cured ham or paintings...And those things aren’t exactly cheap either.

Kou: I see...You must have it rough as well.

Shin: I didn’t think it was the same for you guys.

Kou: Say, why don’t the three of us just move in together then?

Shin: Haah...? I was wondering what you’d suggest, but where does that come from?

Kou: I mean, if we go back home after this, we’ll be back to square one, right?

Subaru: Hm...

Shin: Well...I guess it might be better than having to return to Nii-san’s place.

Subaru: Guess so...

Kou: It’s settled then~ ...First we have to look for a house.

The three of them start walking.

Subaru: You’re gonna look for an empty house?

Kou: No way. I’m going to borrow a dorm from the agency. If I tell them that the two of you are idols-in-the-making, they’ll give me an okay in no time!

Shin: Fine by me, but just don’t expect me to actually do that idol shit.

Kou: Don’t worry~ That won’t happen. ...Well, they might make you do some model work though.

Subaru: No way in hell!

Kou: I’m just joking~ Come on, let’s go~

Shin: ...Will this really be okay?

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: Thank god we found a place where we each have our own private room.

Subaru: If I had to share a room with you two, I would have rather spent the night sleeping outside.

Shin: You take the words straight from mouth.

Kou: Geez, you twoー! Are we going to start fighting amongst each other now as well?

Subaru: Che...! So, what we gonna do now?

Kou: Hm...For now, it’s almost time for dinner, right? We bought food on the way here so...Ah! But we should probably clean the rooms and purchase everyday necessities as well.

Shin: Can’t we divide the chores for today?

Kou: Good idea. In that case, I’ll go to the store so I’m leaving cooking and cleaning to you guys.

Subaru: Haah? Don’t be keepin’ the easy task for yourself!

Kou: Huh? But you guys don’t know the neighborhood yet, right? Don’t you think it’s better than getting lost?

Shin: Well, he might have a point. I’ll cook then so Subaru can clean.

Subaru: Oi! Don’t just decide that by yourseーー

Kou: ーー I’ll be counting on you guys then! Off I go~!

Kou leaves the room.

*Thud*

Subaru: That bastard...!

Shin: Let’s see, what should I make...

Shin leaves to the kitchen.

Subaru: Ah, waiーー! ...Ugh...I swear all of these people...Haah...Guess I have no other choice.

Subaru goes off to clean.

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud*

Kou: I’m back~! Are things going well over heー ...Huh? Wah! What happened here!? I’m pretty sure it’s even more of a mess than when I left! ...It looks like someone was vacuuming and then just stopped halfway through. ...Subaru-kun! ...Could he be in his own room?

He enters Subaru’s room.

Kou: Su-ba-ru-kun~ ...Hm? Where did this coffin come from? Is he hiding in here?

*Knock knock*

Kou: Anyone home~? ...Come out if you’re in there, Subaru-kun.

Subaru opens the lid.

Subaru: Shut up. I was finally getting some rest so don’t get in my way.

Kou: What are you saying? You’re not done cleaning yet, are you?

Subaru: You really think I’d do that annoyin’ shit? If you’re back, you can do it.

Kou: Eh!? That’s just meaーー

Shin: Haah!? Hold up...What’s going on here!?

Kou: Ah. Seems like Shin-kun noticed the mess in the living room as well.

Shin: Say, can someone explain to me what happened to the living rooー Wha!? Why is there a coffin in here!?

Subaru: I brought it with me from home earlier.

Shin: There’s already a bed in our rooms, remember!?

Kou: ...Are you maybe the type of person who can only sleep with their own pillow?

Subaru: That’s not the problem. I can just relax the best in here.

Shin: ...Somehow I’m starting to feel stupid pointing out every single dumb thing these people say. (1) Anyway, dinner’s ready so why don’t we go eat?

Kou: Good idea...Subaru-kun, you better continue cleaning after we’ve had dinner.

Subaru: Hmph!

Kou: Say...Shin-kun?

Shin: Haah? What? ...Aah, I guess you’re impressed since you don’t get a chance at eating a Founders’ cooking very often?

Kou: That’s not the problem! Who came up with this menu!? It’s basically all nut-based!

Subaru: A salad with nuts, a meat-and-nuts stir-fry, macaroni gratin with nuts...Amazing.

Shin: Could you not complain when I’m here sharing my favorite food with you two?

Kou: I bought all ingredients for vongole bianco so why didn’t you make that...?

Shin: I wasn’t feeling it today. I’m the one in charge of cooking so can you really blame me for making something I like?

Kou: No way~~

Subaru: I’ll take any food I can get.

*Cling*

Shin: Come on, you should give it a taste too, Kou.

Kou: Haah...Guess I have no other choice. Tomorrow I’ll definitely put vongole bianco on the menu.

Shin: Mmh...! Just as I thought, nuts are the beーー Hah?

Kou: Haahn...Mmh...Mm... (talking with his mouth full) It’s better than I expected! ...You’re a good cook, aren’t you?

Shin: I’m a Founder after all, so of course I aーー Hold on!

*THUD*

Shin: That’s not the problem!

Subaru: ...!? Oi, Shin! Don’t slam your hands on the table while people are eatin’!

Shin: You shut up for a second! ...Kou!

Kou: Hm? (still talking with his mouth full) What do you mean? I’m just eating like I always would?

Shin: Haah!? What are you saying!? You’re spilling nuts everywhere and your mouth is covered in sauce! You’ve got zero manners!

Kou: Oh...Not my fault nuts are difficult to eat.

Shin: You’re using your fork the wrong way too!

Kou: Haah? I mean, it’s your fault for not making vongole bianco, right?

Shin: You’re trying to blame me now? I can’t believe this.

Subaru stands up.

Subaru: Oi, I’m goin’ back to my room.

Kou: Eh? You’re done already, Subaru-kun?

Shin: Wait! What about cleaning?

Subaru: Ah? So you two don’t mind if I’m running the vacuum cleaner in the room next-door while you’re trying to enjoy your meal?

Kou: I wouldn’t like that...

Subaru: Then you guys can do the cleaning after you’re done eating. ...I don’t give a damn as long as my own room isn’t a mess.

Shin: Excuse me!? You really don’t want to work with us now, do you!?

Subaru: I just do as I please, simple as that.

Subaru leaves.

Kou: Subaru-kun...! ...It’s no use, he won’t listen at all.

Shin: Seems like he’s even more of a loner than I heard.

Kou: Ah-aah...If only Ruki-kun was here, he’d solve the conflict in no time. Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun always did the tasks assigned to them as well.

Shin: Nii-san wouldn’t make a mess of the dinner table or leave things scattered about his room either.

Kou: And they aren’t selfish.

Shin: He wouldn’t isolate himself either.

Kou: Shin-kun...Don’t you think we feel best at our own homes in the end?

Shin: What a coincidence. I was just thinking the same thing.

Kou: Guess I’ll go back. ...I’ll go call Subaru-kun.

Shin: Wait!

Kou: Hm? What’s wrong?

Shin: Heh. In the end, that guy did nothing, right? So we’re going to give him a taste of his own medicine. (1)

Kou: A taste of his own medicine?

Shin: Lend me your ear for a bit.

*Rustle*

Shin: Soーー

Kou: Hm, hm.

Shin: And then...

Kou: Hm.

Shin: ...Right?

Kou: Hm.

Shin: Okay?

Kou: Ooh! That’s a great idea! Way to go, Shin-kun!

Shin: Heh! Let’s get to it right away then!

*SCENE SHIFT*

Subaru: ...They’re not comin’, huh? I was convinced they’d be here to complain by now. ...Actually, the house has been completely quiet for a while. What is going on? ...Guess I’ll go take a look.

*TIMESKIP*

Subaru: ...Che! Where did those bastards go!? They weren’t in their own rooms either. ...Hm?

*Rustle*

Subaru: Huh? What’s this piece of paper doing here?

*Flip*

Subaru: A letter from Kou? Hm... ‘I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. Me and Shin-kun have decided to go back home. We’re counting on you to clean up the place. P.S. If you don’t make sure everything looks spic and span, you’ll have to work as an idol for one week, so best of luck.’

...Haahーー!? The clean-up? They just left the silverware laying on the table and there’s still food everywhere as well! ...Don’t tell me I have to do all of this by myself? On top of that, if I don’t get it done on time...A-An idol...Kuh...! ...YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTIN’ MEーー!!

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) He uses the term 痛い目 or ‘itai-me’ which literally means ‘a rough/painful experience’.

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Chapter 15: Scrooge

He’d done it.

Scrooge entered through the front doors of the Money Bin with a smile on his face and a stride in his step. He’d done it. He didn’t know how, but somehow his family had pulled through that adventure and it had ended up better than he could’ve hoped. The excitement on their faces, the smile on Louie’s beak… it had all been worth it.

Showed him for trying to control an adventure, he supposed. All that planning and preparation, none of it had helped when things went off the track, and despite his satisfaction at the eventual outcome, he knew that his family’s reactions would have been very different if even one event had turned out differently. He was lucky that everything had turned out alright, and Scrooge did not enjoy relying on luck.

The next adventure would be different. No trap-rigging, no pointless deceit, and no…

“…Well, you can tell him that he’s standing in the way of scientific progress!”

Scrooge blinked. Standing in front of the receptionist’s desk was Gyro Gearloose, leaning over and talking angrily to the girl on the other side. By his side was a trolley which contained a pile of electronic equipment, all green and gold circuitry and tiny blinking lights.

The receptionist looked back at him with an uncaring expression. “I’ll be sure to inform him when he returns.” She drawled. “In the meantime, please refrain from putting any extraneous equipment into Mr Gnollic’s car, chair or suit jacket. Thank you.”

Gyro glared at the receptionist for a moment before growling in frustration and pushing his trolley over to the elevator.

Scrooge’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he went over to join him. “Gyro!” He called out. “Hold the elevator, would you?”

Gyro turned to look towards the sound of his employer’s voice. “Ah, Mr. McDuck.” He said cordially. “Good to see that your latest adventure turned out well.”

“Aye, that it did.” He stepped up and placed his cane in front of him, scowling up towards the mad scientist. “I don’t suppose you could’ve told me that you weren’t plannin’ on goin’ there in person?”

“Oh, you know about that.” Gyro said dismissively, looking back towards the elevator. “I’m not apologising.”

“Your clone got himself killed!” Scrooge exclaimed, throwing his hands out. “We got chased around the entire place by a pair of automatons! You didn’t think any of that was important?”

“I told you everything that the clone told me!” Gyro snapped defensively. “Clearly, whatever went wrong happened after I received the map from it!”

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding. As the two of them stepped in, Scrooge demanded, “You didn’t have any way of tellin’ that yer clone was in trouble?”

“No, I did not! In retrospect, I should’ve installed a distress beacon that triggers when the clone’s vitals go critical!” The chicken stroked the bottom of his beak in thought. “Hmm… something for the next batch, perhaps…”

“You cannae withhold information like that from yer employer!” Scrooge told him as the elevator descended. “Next time I tell you to do somethin’, I want you to tell me exactly how you’ll do it!”

Gyro sighed. “Very well. I still, ah… get that bonus we talked about for doing this, yes?”

Scrooge rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes. Two extra vacation days, as promised. Spend them wisely, because I’m not handin’ out any more.”

The elevator doors opened to reveal the science lab, looking as pristine yet chaotic as ever. Flying above the central platform was a young, grey owl-boy with rocket jets instead of feet. A bunch of Lil’ Bulbs were hanging onto the boy’s arms and legs as he flew around the room, moving devices and liquids from one lab table to another.

“…It’s more than enough, Mr. McDuck.” Gyro replied calmly, a rare smile on his beak as he exited the elevator.

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Scrooge returned to his office in good spirits. He sat in his chair, facing the great golden vault which housed his fortune, and allowed himself to relax.

After a minute, he decided to stop relaxing and get to work.

Pulling a notebook out from his desk, he immediately made a list of locations, artifacts and treasures, most of which the kids already had a history with. Places where they had friends to catch up with or paths that they’d missed the first time around. There was no need to try and manipulate the adventure, he knew that now, but it was still important to ease everyone into it.

As he was writing, his intercom buzzed, and the voice of the Bin’s receptionist came through. “Mr McDuck? Your ten o’clock is here.”

Scrooge cast his mind back to his itinerary for the day. Pressing the intercom button, he replied, “This is that Nickel fellow?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Send him up.”

He returned his attention to the notebook before him, pondering where to go next. They could do some poking around in Egypt, perhaps delve into some of the other pyramids. They could go to that Candy Mountain place again, since Louie hadn’t had the chance to go... Ah, perhaps even revisit Atlantis! He knew for a fact that there was still a mountain of gold underneath whatever was left of that place.

He tapped his pencil against his beak absently as he pondered the options before him. Perhaps he could present the list to the kids, see where they wanted to go. This was as much for them as it was for him, after all.

He heard the elevator ding as it arrived on his floor, and he looked up.

Emerging from the elevator was a young white duck, dressed in a fine, navy-blue suit jacket and a dark green tie. His headfeathers were swept back, and a calm smile was upon his beak. He looked around the room, his eyes settling on Scrooge, and his smile grew. “Well, well, well.” The man said in a light Irish accent. “The man, the myth, the legend.”

Scrooge returned the smile as he closed the notebook and placed it to the side. “Ah, you must be Jack Nickel?”

“Aye.” The young man walked over to Scrooge’s desk, his hand outstretched. “It’s an honour to finally meet you.”

Scrooge stood and shook Nickel’s hand. “The pleasure’s mine. It’s refreshin’ to meet someone else from the Isles.”

Nickel chuckled and shook his head. “Ah, no. My mother is from the Isles. I was born here.”

“Ah. Sorry for assumin’. Please, have a seat.”

The two ducks each sat down, Nickel taking a chair opposite Scrooge. The old adventurer looked the man up and down. He seemed calm and relaxed, not an ounce of nervousness in him. Whatever he’d come in here to get, he was confident that he’d get it. He was likely some hot-shot entrepreneur looking to get a wealthy first investor, Scrooge thought to himself.

“I’ll admit, Mr. Nickel,” Scrooge told him. “I was intrigued by the way you booked your appointment. Very few have the mettle to demand a meetin’ with me without giving any details.”

The young man took a silver coin from his breast pocket as he replied. “Aye, sorry about that. I figured you wouldn’t let me through the front door if I told you why I was here.” He looked Scrooge in the eye. “You’ve been ignoring our formal requests for a meetin’ for a while now.”

“I ignore most of me mail, I wouldn’t take it personally.” Scrooge replied dismissively. “Er, who exactly do you work for?”

Nickel rolled his coin between his fingers as he casually answered, “The Federal Bureau of Investigation.”

Scrooge immediately stiffened, causing Nickel to laugh. “Relax. You’re not in trouble. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions, hopefully address a couple of concerns that we’ve had. If you cooperate, I’ll be out of your feathers in five minutes.”

Scrooge stared at the young man, taken completely off-guard. “…What kind of concerns?” He asked carefully.

Nickel palmed the coin and pulled out a notepad from his jacket. “I understand you’ve recently found yourself in possession of a… certain cloak?”

“…Yes?”

“Would you say that this cloak has supernatural or inexplicable qualities?”

Scrooge narrowed his eyes at him. “…I haven’t even sent that cloak to the museum yet. How do you know about it?”

“I appreciate the curiosity,” Nickel replied with a smirk. “But I’m afraid I’m the one asking the questions.”

Scrooge looked at the young duck in the eyes as he reconstructed his composure. Taking a moment to arrange his response, Scrooge replied carefully, “It’s… suggested in various myths and tablets that the Tyrian Cloak indeed possesses magical properties, bestowing invulnerability upon whoever wears it, or some such nonsense.”

Nickel raised an eyebrow. “Suggested?”

“Well, it’s said in myths and legends. They’re not exactly accurate accounts.”

“And you don’t know yourself?”

Scrooge shrugged. “How would I? I haven’t been fool enough to wear it.”

“Hm.” Nickel jotted down a couple of notes. “Do you intend to examine it? Find out if it’s magical?”

“Of course.”

“Would you be able to inform us when you do?”

“…Why do you want to know?” Scrooge asked suspiciously.

“Well, Mr McDuck,” Nickel replied. “If this thing is as powerful as these legends claim, then the Bureau would consider it to be a weapon of significant proportions, to say the least. We have a responsibility to inspect it, confiscate it if we have-”

“I- confiscate?” Scrooge spluttered in outrage, leaping up from his chair. “My family risked life and limb for that cloak, you cannae just take it from us!”

“I’m not saying that we will.” Nickel reassured him, holding up his hands. “I’m just explaining why we’re interested. If it turns out it has no magic in it, then everythin’s fine. And even if it does have magic, everythin’s still fine. You’re the richest duck in the world, after all! We trust that you would be able to keep it safe, on our behalf, and far out of the hands of anyone who’d try to use it against the United States.

“I mean,” Nickel continued, leaning forward with a knowing grin. “The only reason we’d have not to trust you is if you had other such artifacts. Artifacts that you were, say, hiding in a secret corner of that mansion of yours. Because then we’d be concerned that you were potentially hoarding superweapons without the knowledge nor consent of the US government, and then we’d be forced to conduct a proper investigation into your affairs.

“…But that’s not something we have to worry about, isn’t it?” Nickel asked, smiling up at Scrooge.

Scrooge glared at the young man, his hands clenched into fists on his desk. “Of course not.” He growled through clenched teeth. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Nickel leaned back in his seat. “Of course not. So, you’ll contact us when you know if that cloak is magical or not?”

“…Aye.”

“Alright. No further questions then, Mr McDuck.” Nickel said, putting the notepad back into his suit and standing up. “Thank you kindly for your time, I shan’t be takin’ any more of it. Have a good one.”

Scrooge watched Nickel leave, the man still wearing the same infuriating smile even as the elevator doors closed. Once he was out of sight, Scrooge sat down heavily in his seat, his eyelid twitching as he contemplated the conversation he’d just had.

He knew about the Other Bin.

The Other Bin was supposed to be top secret, a vault to hide all the artifacts too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands. How had that insufferable investigator found out about it? How did he know about the cloak? Scrooge’s hands clenched even tighter. That office of zealous watchdogs and unscrupulous bureaucrats was spying on him! Peeping in on his personal matters, trying to intimidate him into…

…into…

He winced as another headache came on, flaring from the right side of his temple. Reaching into his drawer, he took out an aspirin pill and swallowed it whole.

Scrooge leaned into his chair, thinking to himself. So, he was being spied on. It didn’t matter. They clearly had nothing to actually pin on him, all they could do was utter threats. This didn’t change his plans at all, he just… needed to be a bit careful going forward, that was all.

They might know where your family has been. They might have agents waiting there, watching for the slightest slip-up.

Scrooge shook his head. He was being daft. How much could they possibly know?

You don’t know how much they know. You can’t take that risk.

Scrooge sat there in his chair for a solid ten minutes, staring through his vault door without really seeing it.

Then, he grabbed the notebook and flipped it open. Swiftly, he scratched out the list he had wrote and began writing up a new one.

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