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NAT ANGST I THOUGHT ABOUT

Tw-flashback about Nats sh*tty dad, safe word use, mention of abuse, and she gets very scared and the end is sort of hurt/comfort

Thought of it being one of the first times nat and R have sex and they’re still figuring out each others kinks and their dynamic(s). nat going into it like “willing to try almost anything” but then quickly realizing that verbal degradation takes a lot out of her and it can trigger a fight or flight response in her :((((

“uhh- f*ck, RED! Sorry, f*ck, i’m sorry, please stop, i can’t, please don’t touch me right now, i just need a minute, sorry”

her rushing to the bathroom with wide and frantic eyes gripping the sink trying to tell herself to get it together but she can’t get rid of the memories of her dad. The second her brain processed the words “little slu*t”, she felt the weight of the gun in her hands, the powerlessness of watching her dad hit her mom and then hitting her, the way she felt like her pain was limitless when he called her stupid and useless, she couldn’t get out of her head. As r approached the door wondering if it’d be helpful to go in with her or stay out here, nat quickly barges through, grabbing her clothes from around your room, avoiding eye contact the entire time.

“Listen, um, it’s been real and uh..i like you a lot, but i just remembered a thing i gotta do so i’ve gotta head out. I didn’t mean to give you blue balls or anything, but i’ll see you.”

She didn’t even believe the sh*t she was saying…tears were still coming down her face the whole time she was talking and she tried to give you a quick “smile” and kissed you on the cheek, but even someone without a working olfactory sense could smell the bullsh*t from miles away. Next time you see her, she goes out of her way to explain why she freaked out last time. Lottie had encouraged her to talk about her feelings instead of running away. Had it been up to her, she would’ve moved to another continent to avoid talking about her feelings. But she really wanted to make things work with you.

“I don’t know. I guess i had kind of a sh*tty life with my parents and everything and uh. I guess i just got.. scared? I was really, really scared. It like. Brought me back to somewhere i didnt wanna be.”

She doesn’t get into detail at all, but you get the gist of it well enough to understand. You apologize, thinking maybe if you had asked her in depth about what she was comfortable with, she wouldn’t have freaked out. You like her SO much. And you’d never knowingly do anything to hurt her.

Then the weeks after she talks to you, she turns into the biggest cuddlebug ever. She won’t admit it, of course, but she feels safe around you. That hasn’t happened for her in forever. A part of her is scared sh*tless by it, but she lets herself indulge in the simple pleasures of being held and holding people she cares about. You’re there to hold her when nat has a nightmare one night, shushing her cries and whispering to her that it’s just a bad dream and that she’s safe with you. Oh my god i love her.

oh mygod :(((((((((((( the second she says red, you stop immediately and your heart sinks. the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt her and you feel SO guilty and ur minds racing a million miles a second while she's in the bathroom ☹️ you text her a few times after, asking if she's okay, but she never responds so you get the hint to just leave her alone but you feel sick and sosososo bad.

thinking about her sneaking into your window to come and apologize :((( you're so happy to see her again and relived to know that she doesnt actually hate you, and you give her all the time in the world to just sit in silence and figure out what to say. holding her while you two sleep that night and she's never felt safer and more secure ☹️☹️

sometimes she just needs to hold you for hours just to calm down too :((( her head gets to her sometimes and she just Needs you. ur always there to whisper reassurance in her ear and she feels like a fool for crying at the simple words but they help so much.

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Comments on Yellowjackets s02e02

-The thing with Shauna and Snakie is that is obsessive. I don't know if it's the guilty alone or if Shauna always felt this way about her bestie but it's like she have this need of having Snakie, almost like to become Snakie. There's this love and care but also this jealousy and anger.

-I don't know how to feel about Cassie. Like she's acting like her parents were selfish when she, since day one, treat her mother like sh*t like? I get it that she thinks they killed Adam(she ain't wrong) but like I cant empathize with her yet, but at least she is trying help, too bad she ain't smart as as mom

Is she old enough to drink?

- If I was Tai, instead of trying to kill myself with caffeine overdose and all, i would try to simply put a loud ass alarm to assure me that I would sleep and wake up. Also locking myself in the room before sleep and putting the keys in a hard to find place.

Didn't you watch fight club? If you don't sleep you start to hallucinate.

-I hope Mari is the one that dies in the beginning of the pilot. What a bitch

-Travis death ain't a accident c'mon. Although I like how things were explained, it does makes sense. But wtf was that scene of him f*cking with Nat while thinking of Lottie 😭

Lottie babe, you is the only one that gets Shauna but why you have to be so weird and scary

-I love how they made the cannibalism scene. With them being in a banquet while Coach Ben is watching and rightfully in shock, refusing to participate. Well if that was Snakie spirit, she is way better than me because I would do anything to help the bitches responsible for my death.

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litg s2 | saying nope | chapter 3

pairing: mc x noah

the lights in the communal bedroom flicked on automatically. almost eerily so, as if to remind the group that they had no one but each other. although, the late morning sun and birdsong was a little too cheerful to conjure a creepy mood, reminding you that you’d have to spend the foreseeable future partying til the wee hours.

while you were slipping in and out of consciousness, working up the will power to actually get out of bed, bobby slipped out of the covers from next to you. by the time you sat up, you looked out the bedroom window and noticed him already on the lawn. he really was a social animal, unlike yourself, you thought.

hope: stop, my hair does not look like that!

noah: ok maybe i used the wrong word...

to your surprise, hope and noah were the only other people in the bedroom. they were giggling and playfully whisper-fighting, causing you to groan silently. before you drifted off to sleep the night before, there were very audible kissing sounds coming from all over the room, with these two being some of the most likely culprits. you couldn’t help but feel somewhat insecure about your own couple. you and bobby were the first to kiss during the day, but were you supposed to kiss again that night? what would that mean to the other islanders? to the public?

you slinked out of bed quietly, not wanting to disturb the apparent lovebirds.

shuffling over to the dressing room, you got to work picking out your outfit for the day, mentally reviewing the events of yesterday.

noah was the first boy you talked to. you couldn’t deny to yourself that you found him the most attractive; his hair, his eyes, the way he was so easygoing and friendly. hope so clearly wanted him for herself, but perhaps that was why he went along with it. if he was the type of person to get along with anyone, surely that would mean he’d get plenty of options. you reasoned that it was only the right thing to follow through on each of them.

you had your own options, though. bobby was cute too. his eye color and freckles made him look uniquely handsome, and his cheeky, funny persona was as endearing as the flustered side he seemed to show only you. there was nothing to complain about with him, except that you were admittedly not his type. though oddly enough, that didn’t seem to stop him from being attracted to you. but whatever the case, if bobby was here to find love, he shouldn’t let anything hinder his pursuit of it. and you planned to tell him that later in the day.

one of the other boys that you had to consider was gary, who seemed to get along with you fairly well, as you had similar ideas about romance. he was quite possibly the epitome of an average british bloke-next-door, who also had a sensitive side, at least when it came to his family. he joined the competition looking for a girl to take home to his nan, so it’s no wonder his vision of true love was down-to-earth and realistic. you thought to yourself that you might fit that archetype the most, as, if nothing else, you’d always considered yourself realistic. unlike bobby’s description of his ideal type, which was so ethereal, you had a hard time believing anyone could achieve it.

but then there was rocco. he was a bit of a wild card, maybe not to himself, but certainly to you. his idea of romance was assuredly over-the-top, but perhaps that was just how he experienced everything in life: the most surreal version of itself. he hadn’t told you exactly what his type was, but you rationalized that he probably wouldn’t mesh well with another strong personality, judging by the way things with lottie were going. although, you also wanted to stop your habit of trying to rationalize him, since he didn’t seem like the type of person that could be calculated.

ibrahim was perhaps the boy you knew the least about, and according to marisol, he perhaps wanted to keep it that way. though, he did mention something about thinking love should be easy, which you might agree with if he’d explain himself a little more. but you ultimately decided against initiating conversation with him, as priya had said she had her eyes on him.

you: priya.

you huffed aloud, quickly looking around to confirm you were alone, since you didn’t want her to think you didn’t like her. and while it was certainly true that you thought she’d make a good friend, it wasn’t a nice feeling to know the bombshell fancied your partner.

you looked in the mirror, feeling a rush of confidence, put your sunglasses on and strutted outside with a vengeance. you were not about to let yourself become a“leftover” yet again.

walking through the back door of the villa, you soon spotted the group of bobby, ibrahim, rocco, gary, lottie, and priya all sitting by the poolside and on the sun loungers.

priya: (Y/N)! i’m so glad you showed up. i was just about to make the rounds in my quest to“interrogate” each of the boys. do you wanna be my good cop?

you: sure, sounds fun. although, i’m not sure what it means that you’re calling yourself the bad cop.

priya: hah, i guess it does sound intimidating with no context. i just mean i might need someone to reel me in a little. mostly because i was kinda boy crazy when i was younger, so i’m very susceptible to getting brainwashed by a few smooth lines.

bobby: well, that might be a bit of an issue for chief b. smooth over here.

bobby jokingly flexed his arm muscles.

gary: no way anyone called you that!

ibrahim: speak for yourself though. being too smooth has never been an issue for me.

you: funny you should say so, rahim. because just last night, priya was telling us that her top two were you and bobby.

rocco: woah, why weren’t the rest of us invited to the party?

as priya turned her head to face rocco, bobby reached over and put his hand reassuringly on yours. you were caught off guard, but thanked him with a sincere smile.

lottie: so eager to get to know all the girls, huh?

rocco:my darling, flirting is one of the great joys of life.

priya: ooh! that gives me an idea! what are everyone’s best chat-up lines?

gary: bloody hell, i don’t think i’ve properly used one since uni.

priya: oh stop, that was probably only like two years ago.

rocco: the one that’s always worked for me goes like this,“can i get your insta? my mum told me i should always follow my dreams.”

the group cringed and hissed.

bobby: that’s too much, even for the chief.

gary: got one, (Y/N)?

you: err, let’s see...

your eyes darted around the group. even for such a silly premise, you didn’t want any of the boys to feel that you could be coming on to them.

you: priya, i heard you like a good bargain. so why don’t you come to my bedroom, where clothing is 100% off?

your line elicited a bunch of ooh’s and ah’s from the others.

gary: now why’s that one actually good?

priya: rahim? have you got one?

ibrahim: hmm... girl, are you a dam, cos you’ve got me saying beaver.

after a brief but demonstrable silence, the corners of your lips turned up, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. you hoped it at least sounded earnest enough that rahim would think you were laughing with him, not at him. a few seconds later, priya joined in, her laugh even louder.

priya: oh god, i think i prefer that one over the original.

ibrahim: i’m glad someone gets it.

ibrahim leaned back in his seat, a playful smirk appearing on his face that you hadn’t seen before. in the distance, hope and noah emerged from the villa, prompting priya to perk up.

priya: well, speaking of smooth, noah’s up so maybe i should start my detective work there.

lottie: yup, and everyone loves the police...

gary: leave it out, lottie.

lottie: i know, i know. sorry.

lottie was sitting at the edge of the pool with both feet dangling in the water, though she shifted herself to be angled more towards gary, with one leg resting on the pavement and her body language becoming more open.

priya: tonight’s gonna be a big night. i wanna take my decision seriously so i don’t hurt any feelings, although i know that’s really impossible.

you: babes, i promise no matter what you have to do, there’ll be no hard feelings from me.

priya: aw, (Y/N), that’s so great to hear. but i don’t think hope will feel the same way. honestly, when i was telling you last night that i wanted to take a chance on the right guy, i really meant it. because i’ve always been with smooth, cheeky guys, so i kinda think maybe i should go for a quiet, mysterious sort this time.

you: well, noah’s definitely that.

priya: what’s the read on them as a couple?

you: they’re really attached for the second day... is all i’ll say for now.

gary: yeah, i’d have to agree.

rocco: they’re going for that“power couple” title. i guess there has to be one.

lottie looked to rocco with the raise of one eyebrow, her shoulders instantly becoming stiff with annoyance again.

priya: how about you and bobby then, (Y/N)?

bobby: we’re taking things slow but, if i had to guess, i’d say we’re also one of the stronger couples.

bobby took the hand of yours that he was already holding, and placed his free hand on top. the gesture felt very natural, like something a boyfriend would do to his girlfriend after already dating for a while; not exactly aligning with what he said about taking it slow.

you: that’s sweet, bobby. i’m certainly enjoying getting to know you.

priya: aw, you guys are all so nice, especially (Y/N) and marisol. if we were back home, i’d so bring you both to girls night. it just sucks that no matter what i do, somebody’s gonna get their feelings hurt.

lottie: or next time it could be you, on the other end of a dumping, getting handed a one-way ticket back to your boring life. you never know how the power dynamics could shift in a game like this.

lottie looked pleased with herself as she stood up, grabbing her water bottle and absentmindedly chewing on the straw.

lottie: that’s why i’m off to find hannah and hope. gotta strategize with the girl council. coming, (Y/N)?

bobby: actually, i’d like to chat with you too. if you want to, that is. i’ll be waiting by the beanbags.

the rest of the group dissipated, wandering around the villa in different directions, leaving you to call out to no one in particular that you’d need a minute to refill your water. lottie responded with a thumbs up, not even turning around as she shuffled back inside, though you’d already made your mind up to speak with bobby first. you figured that, in a competition all about coupling up, your couple should be your first priority.

closing the refrigerator door, you were startled to find gary standing behind it.

gary: (Y/N), i’m so glad i bumped into you!

you: bumped into me? that’s not really a thing you say to someone you knew would be here...

gary: i know, but i kinda wanted to be natural with it. i guess i was inspired to try to be a little more smooth.

you exhaled a faint chuckle, looking away from him for a moment.

gary: also, i didn’t wanna say anything back there but, if you have a sec i’d love to chat with you.

you: oh, i was actually just about to chat with bobby.

gary: i figured, but this’ll only take a few seconds, i swear. it’s urgent.

feeling swayed by his language, you nodded in approval, as he quickly led you to the corridor next to the kitchen. it was partially obscured by a decorative divider, causing you to notice that bobby was totally out of view.

gary: i’ll make this short, since we’re both technically with other people, but basically i fancy you. and i had to ask if there’s a chance you feel the same way.

you couldn’t help but notice how close he was standing to you. his head was leaning in as he did his best to keep the volume low, and both of his arms were curved up, almost as though he was fighting the urge to place his hands on your elbows. you blushed involuntarily.

you: gary, i certainly appreciate you being so straightforward. and i can’t lie, i feel... something. who knows if it’s exactly the same?

gary’s lips pulled to one side in a cheeky - but bordering on giddy - smirk.

you: but it’s like you said, we’re both with other people, and i’ve told bobby i wanted to give things a shot with him.

gary: right, of course. you seem very loyal, and that’s one of the things i like about you, but it’s early days innit? and getting to know bobby doesn’t mean you can’t get to know other people too.

you: right. i’m really just trying to be realistic. you of all people would understand, right?

gary: do i ever.

for what was supposed to be a speedy chat, there was a moment of surprisingly comfortable silence, wherein you tried not to look gary in the eyes, but you found your gaze fixating on their mesmerizing shade of blue.

gary: i wanna kiss you. but i won’t. not yet.

your eyes widened at his honesty, unsure of whether to feel charmed or unnerved. he backed up, leaving you with one final sentence.

gary: the time for that will come soon.

somewhat flustered, you made your way over to bobby on the beanbags.

bobby: hey, you chose me over girl council?

you: of course. not only because we’re in a couple, but, it’s not girl fill-in-the-blank without priya. and lottie knows it.

bobby: mhmm, you know, i really like how you’re dealing with the dynamic between them. and i feel like we came across as a really strong couple earlier.

you furrowed your brows, trying not to look hostile, but you were rather shocked that bobby would care about something as petty as status.

you: is that what you wanted to talk about?

bobby: well, in a sense. look, i just wanted to let you know that i don’t want priya to pick me. i was kinda hoping that if she saw how happy we are, she’d back off a little. cos i really am happy that we’re together.

your cheeks flushed deep red, as a smile forced its way onto your lips.

you: thanks, bobby. and i meant what i said about enjoying getting to know you.

bobby: you did?

he sat for a moment, stuttering silently, before relenting and letting out a breathy laugh. your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his lips.

bobby: do i have food on my mouth or-

he cut himself off.

bobby: oh.

if he’d been wearing a shirt, you would’ve been overcome with the urge to grab his collar, but you settled for a hand on the side of his neck. in what felt like a trance, you pulled him in for a gentle kiss. his lips were as soft as they were yesterday, but with even more chemistry behind this kiss, your whole body was left beaming.

bobby: you know, i might’ve left this out when i was telling you my type, but i love when a girl means what she says.

you: oh yeah? well i always try to be honest. i don’t have anything to hide anyways.

bobby: i suppose that’s good to know.

you: and... another thing i really meant was last night, when i told you i don’t usually start fights. i mean, that was hardly a fight, but i can’t stand drama. i know you said i was handling this whole lottie thing well, but i’m really gonna do my best not to get involved anymore.

bobby: are you joking? there’s no shame in what you did! i appreciate how much you’re helping priya, and you feel like such a natural leader, the villa’s gonna need someone with that quality as things start heating up.

you: i guess so... but, i never claimed to be here for lifelong friendships, or love, or anything that doesn’t involve me having a good time. so, for right now, that means staying out of drama.

bobby chuckled and leaned his head back on the beanbag, flicking his sunglasses over his eyes.

you: and that’s kind of... another thing i wanted to talk to you about... listen, i’m really grateful for what we have, and by no means am i saying i wanna stop getting to know you, but i was just thinking i’d be gutted if you came out of this experience having not found the right person for you. and all because of me. if i’m being 100% honest, i think it’d be best if, for right now, we both got to know other people too. after all, it’s still early days, and there’s no use in trying to be a power couple just yet.

bobby: (Y/N), thank you for saying that. i’m sorry i never brought it up earlier, and i’m sorry if i came on a little too strong, but i totally agree. i won’t hold anything against you, we’ll just have to keep checking in and seeing how things progress. i really meant what i said about taking it slow. i know i wasn’t your first choice anyway.

you: bobby, don’t say that. you’re definitely not coming on too strong, and i really appreciate that you wanna talk openly like this. you’re my first choice now, if that makes you feel any better.

bobby leaned forward in his seat, reaching his arms over and grabbing your nearest hand in both of his. he looked over his sunglasses to send you a reassuring look.

you: i hate to leave so abruptly but, if you don’t mind, i’ve got a girl council to attend.

bobby: have fun!

you got up from the beanbags, internally proud of yourself for barely flailing at all, and made your way up to the balcony. you saw long, purple hair hanging over the railing, and mentally prepared yourself for what this meeting might look like.

opening the door to the terrace, you were greeted by the sight of lottie doing a tarot reading for hannah. hope and marisol were sat on the either side of them, clearly not comfortable enough to sit next to each other.

lottie: and this card is called temperance, which usually means patience or finding meanings. i think you’ll find meaning for yourself in here. maybe you’ll learn something about yourself that puts everything into a new perspective.

hannah: in here? really? i guess they do say this experience changes people.

lottie: and sometimes even for the better.

she looked up at you with a passive aggressive smile.

lottie: there she is.

you: i’m not gonna apologize, but i did have to talk to bobby first.

lottie: at least we know where your priorities lie.

you: i believe i did say yesterday that my priority was having fun, and forgive me if i don’t think arguing about nothing is fun.

lottie: we can argue later, babes. right now, girl council is strategizing.

marisol: then pray tell, why wasn’t priya invited to this meeting?

lottie: ugh, because she’s the only person this recoupling won’t affect! you lot can snicker behind my back about how i’m a whiny baby til the cows come home, but at the end of the day, one of us is gonna be at a disadvantage and i’m trying to protect whoever that may be.

hope: and you guys were talking to priya all of last night and this morning, i’m kinda out of the loop.

lottie: exactly hope, and you’re not gonna love what i’m about to report.

hope: oh lord, was it something about noah?

you: well, she did ask about him. but only after she said ibrahim and bobby were more her type.

marisol: still? i was kinda hoping she would change her mind...

lottie: she said she might end up going for a strong, silent type of guy this time round. but, she was also laying it on thick with rahim.

marisol: are you kidding? and he responded?

lottie: he was loving it, unfortunately.

hope: but she said she might pick noah? how does that track?

lottie: that’s not exactly what she said. she actually just asked about how strong you guys are as a couple.

hope: and what did you guys tell her?

lottie: that you guys are way too lovey dovey for only two days in. you gotta be careful, hun.

hope: i know. i feel like everything’s going so fast, but i can’t stop it, because it weirdly just feels right.

lottie: oh my gosh, if i was giving you a tarot reading, one of your cards would totally be the high priestess. you’re listening to your intuition, i can respect that.

marisol: i don’t know if you should trust stuff like tarot, right (Y/N)?

you: hard agree. especially for something like love, i mean, real love takes work.

as the words finished leaving your lips, you couldn’t help but remember what noah said last night. it was essentially the same thing. and perhaps, if hope thought otherwise, it would be detrimental to their relationship.

hannah: i dunno, haven’t you guys ever thought about soulmates? when you meet someone and it just clicks.

marisol: soulmates aren’t really something you can prove either.

hannah: well, what about that feeling of butterflies in your stomach? don’t you think that’s something in you telling you to be with that person?

you: i think that’s just you being nervous, which, if you really like someone, fair play.

marisol: i knew you were the rational type, (Y/N).

you: love or relationships shouldn’t feel like less fun just because they’re not“destiny”. if you really love someone and have to fight the odds to be together, i think that’s more romantic.

hope: i hate to say it, but it looks like that’s what i’m doing.

your eyes instinctively rolled.

lottie: cheer up, babe, we still don’t know which way she could go.

hope: honestly, this little chat has made me realize how sad i’d be priya actually chose noah. maybe we should talk about it.

marisol: (Y/N), has bobby said anything to you?

lottie: she kept us waiting for him, remember?

you: damn right, because our chat was very productive. and i suggest you lot all take the time to check in with your lads.

right on cue, hannah’s phone vibrated.

hannah: oh no, I GOT A TEXT

priya and the boys all turned their heads from their scattered locations across the lawn, looking uncannily like meerkats.

islanders, this afternoon you’ll be playing a game of“two truths and a lie”. a reward will be given to whoever can guess the most of your fellow islanders’ lies. (the previous statement is liable to be either a truth or a lie.)

you and marisol giggled at the text whilst the other girls excitedly ran downstairs.

you: marisol, you know, even though i don’t feel bad for defending priya, what lottie said about trying to protect one of us made me feel a bit guilty.

marisol: come on, babe. i respect that you have a conscience about this sort of thing, but lottie brought it on herself by being so antagonistic. i hope you know i’ve got your back in here. and unlike some of these other gossip girls, i’ll tell it to you straight when you’ve done something wrong.

she gave you a friendly punch on the shoulder before ushering you downstairs, where the others were gathering at the firepit.

rocco: hope, you wanna go first again? it can be tradition!

hope: i’m up for it, if no one else wants to go. although, i’d prefer if someone else went, i feel like there’s a lot of pressure for noah and i to get each others’ right.

gary: it’s only the second day. don’t sweat it.

ibrahim: i dunno, i’m kinda feeling the pressure too. (Y/N), you seem like you’re good at reading people, got any tips?

stunned that ibrahim even remembered your name, you tried to make eye contact with marisol, though her gaze was pointed down. you didn’t want her to feel disappointed that her partner was coming to someone else for advice.

you: me? not really. but marisol’s majoring in psychology. she’ll definitely be able to help.

marisol: stick with me, kid.

ibrahim: will do.

at first, the couple were sitting on opposite sides of the firepit, though ibrahim soon got up to sit next to marisol. you mentally high-fived yourself for making that happen, and you were finally able to glance at marisol, exchanging goofy smiles.

seeing the open space that was created next to you, bobby took the opportunity to move closer.

bobby: don’t be nervous, ok? mine are gonna be well easy.

hope: if no one else will volunteer, i guess i’ll just go.

rocco: lay it on us!

hope: one - i sing in a choir. two - i make a mean sunday roast. and three - i once got kicked out of a waterpark.

gary: noah seems like he’s got the best chance of guessing right. what do you think, mate?

noah: hmm, i reckon it’s the waterpark. hope’s too much of a lady to get kicked out of anywhere.

you: it seems like the roast to me. hope works too much to be making roast dinners every sunday.

hannah: it’s gotta be one of those two, cos i bet hope sings like a nightingale!

hope: well, everyone lock in your answers.

everyone in the group holds up the number of fingers for their guess, you having decided on the second option, along with marisol and ibrahim. noah stuck with his gut and chose the third option.

hope: the correct answer was number two. i hate to admit it, but i seriously can’t cook.

noah: at all?

noah’s voice went the higher than usual, as he seemed to be in complete disbelief.

hope: nah, i even mucked up an instant gravy last christmas.

noah: so how’d you get kicked from the waterpark then?

hope: this one employee was being needlessly argumentative about the wavepool policy! we were just drinking a bit of champagne, we didn’t even bring the whole bottle.

noah: huh, i guess that’s my mistake then.

hope: and what did you mean by“lady”? you said i was“too much of a lady” to get thrown out of anywhere.

noah: i was just trying to compliment you.

hope: well, it felt loaded.

bobby: like you were at the waterpark!

the rest of the group laughed amongst themselves, though you noticed noah try to reach for hope’s hand, but she ignored him.

rocco: noah’s turn then?

noah: ok, number one - i have a pet snake named frank. two - i collect miniatures. and three - um... my favorite food is monster munch.

marisol: he said“um” before the third one. possibly stuttering whilst coming up with the lie?

hope: i’d be happy to believe that his favorite food isn’t monster munch, but i think it’s the second one. we’ve never talked about that.

ibrahim: i’m going with marisol again, her reasoning seems sound.

you: i think noah’s too smart to make a mistake like that. i bet it’s the first one, but snake isn’t called frank, it must be something like peter.

the group locks in their answers again.

noah: it was the first one. i don’t actually have a snake, although i used to really want one.

hope: so you do collect figurines? why haven’t you told me something so... interesting?

noah: i dunno, i guess it just never came up. we have plenty more discuss, don’t worry.

hope looked even more dejected when priya chimed in.

priya: wow, i was so sure you guys would get each other’s. maybe one day isn’t as much time as we think... it kinda makes me glad i’m not that much of an odd one out, trying to barge into the relationships you’ve already formed.

hope: this doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a silly game!

noah: please don’t raise your voice at anyone.

rocco tried desperately to move the game along, still seemingly believing himself to be the resident mc, but from beside him, lottie caught your eye. her lips were wearing a noticeable grin, making you feel unsure if you should be relieved that someone else was happy to witness the apparent downfall of the villa’s power couple, or suspicious of her motivations.

rocco: marisol, you wanna be in the hot seat?

marisol: sure, and i’m looking forward to hearing everyone’s guesses. ok number one - i salsa dance. number two - i’ve been to prison. and number three - um... i’m allergic to pineapple.

ibrahim: she did the um thing! that must mean it’s a lie, right?

you: i’m tempted to agree, but mostly because the other ones make too much sense to be the lie.

after surveying the group’s answers, marisol clapped her hands happily.

marisol: nice to know you’ve been listening, rahim! the lie was number three.

gary: so you’ve been to prison?

marisol: for a criminology class, yeah.

hannah: wait, so does that mean you salsa dance too? for some reason i can’t picture it.

marisol: well... it’s not technically a lie, but salsa is the wrong name for it. i dance bachata, and i’m actually really good, i can’t lie.

bobby: can it be my turn to tell some lies about myself?

gary: two of them have to be true, you know that right?

bobby: i know, i know. i’m just kidding.

lottie: men who joke about telling lies are always liars.

marisol: you know, statistically, you’re right, lottie.

bobby: ok one - i won an award for my buttercream frosting. two - i used to sing in a punk band. and three - i once lasted over 3.5 minutes on a mechanical bull.

rocco: what was the band called?

bobby: er... paisley cuddle.

rocco: bruv, i want that to be the lie.

bobby: yeah, it was a choice, for sure.

rocco: no, not because of the name. i want there to be an award for buttercream, are you kidding?!

lottie: rocco, you wouldn’t even win it. you run a food truck.

rocco: that sells cronuts. pastry chefs are energetically aligned, i think.

hannah: ooh, that sounds romantic, actually. like soulmates?

rocco: a flakey croissant can be the simplest way to say you love someone, mon amie.

lottie’s expression went from smug to immediately irritated.

bobby: people, people. i’m supposed to be the center of attention, remember?

you: yeah, i’m gonna have to go with the first one being the lie.

bobby: you would be right, mon amie. unfortunately, there is no prize for buttercream.

the rest of the islanders take their turn, until eventually their eyes land on you.

bobby: (Y/N), looks like you’re up.

you: ok let’s see... one - i’ve dyed my hair silver. two - i got ed sheeran to sing happy birthday to me. and three - i’ve climbed up a tree to save a kitten.

hannah: oh my gosh, i love ed sheeran! please let that be true, (Y/N)!

priya: i wanna hear what bobby thinks, you’re in the couple with her after all.

you: bobby, please don’t feel hard-pressed to know the answer, we’ve only known each other for a day and haven’t spoken about anything remotely related.

in your peripheral vision, you noticed hope stir, though you didn’t pay much attention to it.

bobby: thanks for saying that, but i’d like to think i’ve got a feel for what you’re like by now. i’d certainly like to picture you climbing up a tree, coming to the rescue for a cute kitty.

you: well, if that’s your answer, lock it in.

bobby: it’s not. i actually think the answer is two.

lottie: you’d believe the ed sheeran over the silver hair?

bobby: why not? (Y/N)’s pretty cool... at least to me.

you: aw, thanks bobby.

scanning over the bench, you take note of everyone’s answer, but hope put her hand down before you could make sense of her gesture. feeling a sudden rush of confidence - perhaps because of bobby’s compliment, or maybe more simply because of being the center of attention again - you decided not to let hope and noah’s minor disagreement ruin the mood of the game. reasoning that hope would surely know her own guess, you went ahead with revealing the right answer.

you: number two was the lie... it was actually lewis capaldi.

bobby: you used the trick from noah’s round!

you: well, yeah, marisol did the same thing. but you got it right! nice to know you were listening too.

you quickly realized that hope and noah had not even stuck around for the celebratory niceties, instantly darting off toward the kitchen to bicker amongst themselves.

you: uh oh, I GOT A TEXT

(Y/N), you have officially won today’s challenge! if you hadn’t correctly guessed everyone’s answers, you would not be receiving a prize, but since you did, there will be no elimination at tonight’s recoupling. instead, the elimination will occur at tomorrow night’s recoupling, in which the boys will get to choose their partners.

gary: go on, (Y/N)! looks like we dodged a bullet cos of you!

priya: wait, I GOT A TEXT

priya, as you are the new girl, you will have to choose a boy to couple up with for tonight. the recoupling will start immediately after sunset.

as the rest of the group scurried inside, your gaze inexplicably lingered on hope and noah. he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the news, though her movements became increasingly erratic and defeated. after everything you’d witnessed during this day, the sight almost made you feel bad for her.

almost.

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a horrible first.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Readera joyful future fic

a/n:this takes place duringrite of passage, where the unsub is the cop committing murder of undocumented immigrants crossing the border. we pick up right at the end, at the quasi-standoff in the desert. let me know what you think and i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 1.3kwarnings: language, canon-typical violence and death, reader shoots and kills the unsub, mild dissociative symptoms following trauma, nothing too horribly graphic

summary: “the true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” ― g.k. chesterton. au!march 2010

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You brace yourself for a screaming stop in the SUV, immediately following Aaron to cover as Boyd flies out of the decrepit structure on an ATV, firing an automatic weapon of some kind.

You take a shot.

Time seems to slow as you watch Boyd go down, tzhe innocuous red dot in the middle of his forehead beginning to weep even before he hits the ground.

Derek fires his rifle from inside the car, but the deed is done. Boyd’s dead.

Aaron raises his head. If you had your wits about you, you’d see him counting off, making sure all of you are there. “You all right?”

“Yeah!” Morgan shouts as he leaves the car, but you’re stuck in place.

“No!” Emily immediately answers, turning on Derek. “Are you out of your mind? You blew out my eardrum.”

Aaron’s been there - the ringing is damn near unbearable.

“What did you want me to do? He was coming right at us!”

“I told you I had him.” She’s holding both hands over her ears, but you’re sure that’s not the only reason Derek’s raising his voice.

“He was shooting at us, Emily.”

“Well, you could have given me a heads-up!”

“The loaded MP-5 and the lunatic shooting at us wasn't enough? Come on.”

Aaron lets them bicker, but notices something odd.

You haven’t moved. You’re staring at Boyd’s body, your service weapon still in your shaking hand, your breath shallow.

He approaches you slowly from the side, extending a hand toward your gun. He says your name quietly, but you can’t hear him. He repeats himself and you startle as he gets a little closer.

He’s not as brave as you were when you pulled him off Foyet. He’s almost afraid to touch you, afraid you’ll hurt yourself or draw away from him.

The look on your face also scares him - it’s simultaneously blank and absolutely horrified. For a moment, he thinks back and realizes, with a little bit of shock, that he knows what it is.

You’ve never shot to kill before.

“Hey hey hey,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. He places a hand over the barrel of your gun. “Give that to me, okay?”

Another voice echoes in front of you. It’s Derek, who’s reached Boyd’s body. “Great shot, kid! Right between the eyes on a moving target. They teach you that at the academy?”

You let Aaron take your weapon from your hand, blinking a couple of times. He flips the safety and tucks it into his pants at his lower back, keeping his hands free.

Derek catches on, turning around and sobering.

Aaron can feel the rest of the unit creep up behind him, but he waves them off. They take a few steps back, watching with bated breath.

They all remember the first time they shot an unsub, their first kills in the field. A horrible, wretched first.

“Can you take a step back toward me?” Aaron asks.

You take a step back and trip, stumbling over your feet.

Aaron’s there to catch you under your arms, pulling you close. All at once, the levee breaks and you let out a sob, turning into him for refuge.

He closes his eyes and wraps around you. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You did the right thing. It’s okay.” He huffs, and it’s almost a laugh. “That was a really good shot.”

You clutch his vest, your arms locked around his waist. He keeps whispering to you as the crime scene techs arrive and start their work, shielding you with his body.

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You sleep on the plane home. Aaron sits across from you, working on the after-action report on your behalf. He looks up every couple of minutes as if he’s afraid you’ve disappeared in the time between his last check-in and that moment.

Derek, Spencer, and Emily watch him watch you.

“That sucks,” Emily says. “My first hit me hard, too, I think, but like… days later.”

Derek nods. “Yeah. It’s a sh*tty first, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I’m glad Hotch is over there. Probably the best person for this kind of thing.”

“Best person for the kid, too,” Dave says. Derek and Spencer frown.

Dave continues, clarifying, “Every one of us has someone we prefer when the day gets hard, whether we know it or not. Anchors, if you will. Good to have.” He looks over at the two of you again and doesn’t elaborate further.

You stir, and when you open your eyes, there’s a fresh glass of cold water next to you on the little side table. You take it gratefully, taking a couple of sips.

Aaron watches you orient yourself, check the time, and start your search for your report.

“I’ve got it here,” he says, offering it to you. “You have a bit more to do, and I have to keep your gun until all the paperwork goes through - protocol for use of lethal force with a firearm. It’s a simple review, no need to worry.”

You nod, taking it and thumbing through the extra pages in the back. You’ll probably ask Derek about the best way to fill them out.

Could ask Aaron, too.

Hotch.

Ask Hotch.

“How should I fill these out?

He takes a second, interrupting his own reply to stand and promptly plop himself in the seat beside you. “First things first - tell the truth. You did the right thing and nobody in their right mind will dispute that.”

“Thanks.”

The shadow of a smile passes across his face. “You’re lucky - this is cut and dry. Not all of us get a dirty cop on an ATV wielding an MP-5 for our first review.”

“Lucky?” You sound skeptical, at best.

His mouth quirks. “I know. Poor choice of words. You’ll probably have some rough nights. Do you want me to set up an appointment with the psychologist? The unit technically has one on retainer but -”

“You never use them because you’d rather hold all your emotions right there -” You poke his chest “- until you die?”

The little smile appears again. “You been listening to Haley again?”

“What, from beyond the grave? You bet. So, watch your ass, Hotchner.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll be sure to do that.” He sobers, his eyebrows pinching in an adorable look of concern. “But really, if you want…”

“That might be nice, actually. To talk to someone.”

“And you know you can always come to me, right?”

You nod. “Of course.”

The dull hum of the plane fills the silence between you for a little while.

“I was really scared, Hotch.”

He resumes his listening posture, leaning on his elbow with his fingers laced together.

“It all happened so slow - and so fast? - at the same time. I don’t know. He just… He went down and I was so afraid that he’d shot Derek or Emily I mean -” You take a breath. “I heard the gunfire behind me and the glass breaking and I just didn't want to turn around and find them dead you know?”

“Yeah,” Aaron whispers. “I know.”

“I was so stuck that I didn’t even realize Derek was talking to me - he was right in front of me and I couldn’t see him. And then I started thinking about Boyd and all that hate and…”

You trail off, unable to continue with any degree of coherency, so you ask a question instead.

“Is it always this hard? Does it get easier?”

Aaron wavers for a minute. “Yes and no. It’s never ideal - you know you’ve made a mistake when you have to use lethal force, but you get more confident about making the right call in those situations as you see more of them. You’ve been with us for two years - I’m - No.”

He stops and his brow crumples.

“I was going to say I’m surprised you made it this far, but I’m not. I’m impressed. And proud. It took a dirty cop on an ATV -”

“Wielding an MP-5?” You finish for him.

“Yeah. It took that much for you to pull your trigger with any lethal intent, and even then you didn’t want to. The entire way you were talking about a de-escalation strategy - don’t think I didn’t hear you.”

A flicker of warmth blossoms in your chest and maybe, just maybe, you feel a little better.

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I'll Love You 'Til I Die

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Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Language, mild descriptions of injuries

Word Count: 2.3k

Author's Note: My apologies, writer's block got the best of me.

Chapter Twenty-Two: The European Theater

June 11, 1943

Lottie’s heart was restless and mournful once more, with every beat she couldn’t help but notice the splinters and cracks that had webbed their way across its surface. Without her two best friends, she could never be completely whole. She put on a strong, clinical face, of course, but there were countless times that her emotional turmoil seemed as real as any wound she’d become accustomed to treating. Months had passed since Dr. Erskine’s assassination. It had been months since she’d been relieved of her duties on Project Rebirth. Months since she’d been torn away from Steve. One year, five months, and twenty-nine days since she’d stood on a train platform, watching as Bucky faded from view.

It had been a rather grim day when she’d received orders that she would be shipped out to London with the SSR. The morning after Dr. Erskine’s tragic death, she and her peers had been summoned to take blood samples from Steve; they were under the impression that it was for continued research purposes. The five of them had been exhausted, nearly asleep on their feet from staying awake all night. They’d tried to sleep at first, but all attempts were abandoned when all they could see was the lifeless body of their mentor every time they shut their eyes. They had held a silent vigil, nestled in their own beds with wide eyes, waiting anxiously for daybreak.

Once their duties had been completed, they followed Steve into the dimly lit central command room of the SSR. The room had been buzzing with energy, with agents milling about and Howard Stark in the midst of it all, tinkering away at some machine. Lottie had looked to Agent Carter, expecting new orders regarding blood sample analysis and re-developing the serum by studying Steve’s cellular structure; Colonel Phillips came along to crush her hopes of continued research.

“As of this morning, the SSR has been re-tasked,” Colonel Phillips began, his gaze firm on the nurses, “The president has ordered us to eliminate Hydra on the front lines. Project Rebirth had been officially shut down, and as employees of the Strategic Scientific Reserve, you ladies will be flying out on a new assignment with us.”

Nancy was the first to protest, “But sir, you said you wanted an army of Super Soldiers—”

Colonel Phillips held up a hand to silence her, “Ms. Powell, we are in the thick of a war, we don’t have the time or the money to redevelop a serum. You are all under contract with the SSR; these are your orders. We’re flying to London tonight.”

All that the nurses could do was look from each other to Agent Carter, who graced them with a small, sad smile. She’d just received the orders as well; it must have been somewhat of a surprise for her.

“What about Steve? He’ll be joining us, right?” Colonel Phillips stiffened slightly at her familiarity with the Super Soldier, most SSR agents accepted their strong bond, but Colonel Phillips never wavered in his beliefs regarding the relationships between soldiers and their nurses.

“Given that Rogers is our only Super Soldier, he is an extremely valuable asset, not one to be thrown willy-nilly into a war. He’ll be staying stateside while we handle the dirty work overseas. Senator Brandt has offered Rogers a promotion, which he's already accepted.”

Frustration bubbled in Lottie’s chest, “So we spent over a year slaving away in that lab and creating the perfect serum for your Super Soldier just for you to toss our hard work aside? He is perfectly capable of being on the front lines!”

The thought of Steve being sent into the belly of the beast that was Hydra had almost made Lottie sick, but the thought of her hard work going to waste agitated her to no end. Going to war was quite literally what he'd been made for, this was the goal from the get-go.

“Ms. Green, we know perfectly well what Rogers is capable of. He has exactly what it takes to carry out his mission here in the states flawlessly.” He dismissed them without waiting for a response, reminding them to “Be ready for takeoff at twenty-one hundred hours.”

The rest of that day had been a flurry of hurried goodbyes and the packing up of what little belongings they’d brought with them. Letting go of Steve was nearly impossible. They bade each other farewell on the runway, the airplane stood in front of them in all of its aluminum glory, moonbeams bouncing off of its surface.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this to you all over again.” Lottie’s gaze was sorrowful, focused on her sturdy black shoes. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye; his eyes always bore through her with an intensity she couldn’t handle at the moment.

“Hey, at least I’ll actually know where you’re going this time,” Steve half-joked. He nudged her foot with his own to draw her attention upward. His face had grown serious, “While you’re over there, make sure you keep an eye out for Bucky, alright? I haven’t gotten any word on where he is, but he’s with the hundred and seventh.”

Lottie knit her brows together and memorized the number. One hundred and seventh. One hundred and seventh. She would have to fight tooth and nail, climb every mountain and ford every stream, just to find James Buchanan Barnes once more.

But at the moment, she had to fight tooth and nail to get this Italian to sit still so she could properly disinfect and stitch his shrapnel-inflicted wound.

Shortly after their arrival in London, the SSR had shipped out to a base in Tunisia from which they could aid in Allied campaigns along the southern coast of Italy; there were plans to capture Sicily, but first, the Allied powers needed to station themselves on surrounding islands. So, they found themselves on the minuscule island of Pantelleria.

Unfortunately, the surrender of the island to the Allied powers was only achieved through 19 days of aerial bombardment. Lottie, her peers, and a small band of fresh-faced nurses had been left to deal with the casualties.

The mousy-haired nurse stood before a bedridden, red-faced man, whose plump fingers were wrapped around his thigh in an attempt to compress his wound. Lottie was armed with her newly acquired Italian-to-English dictionary, penicillin, bandages, and all that was needed to stitch up his wounds. She flipped through the pages of the dictionary; her mouth set in a firm line.

“Bisogno,” she began, gesturing to his freely flowing wound, “Pulire e cucire. Io aiuto.”

Half a dozen other nurses had attempted the same thing, all had offered to treat him, but the man had treated them all with the same oafish aggression that he was showing her.

“A fanabla! Non ho bisogno del tuo aiuto.” He used his free hand to wave her off, spittle spewing from his lips due to his intensely glottal speech. The movement of his deep brown eyes, how they flickered to and fro, indicated his increasing agitation in such a high-stress environment. Lottie genuinely understood his hesitation to accept her help; he and his kinfolk had just spent the past nineteen days trying to survive a deluge of attacks from the Allied forces. Why should he accept help from the very people who nearly destroyed their island?

Lottie gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on her dictionary, “Prego, signore!” For once, she wished that Nancy would show up out of the blue to push her aside and take matters into her own hands, but there were far too many injuries for multiple nurses to work on the same patient at once.

“Lasciami in pace, cretina!” He growled, flinging his free hand out to knock her tray of supplies aside. Lottie stabilized the tray on his bedside table before any supplies could become contaminated, no way in hell was she going to spend another fifteen minutes re-sterilizing those damn syringes.

She’d about had it with the man. If she transferred him to another nurse, the SSR would surely doubt her abilities as a well-established nurse. Lottie would surely deal with more aggressive soldiers on the front lines. Forgoing any sort of decorum or professionalism, she pinned his free wrist down to the cot with her right hand, “Io aiuto. O tu morire.” The foreign words were awkward on her tongue and she didn’t sound nearly as assertive as she’d wished, but the Italian man finally gave in, grumbling what was probably an assortment of curses at her.

Lottie made quick work of removing the shrapnel that had embedded itself into the man’s skin in muscle. It was relatively easy, as she’d had enough practice that morning, dealing with what felt like dozens of injuries just like his. When the island had finally been surrendered, a bevy of nurses and medics had been flown in, Lottie and her peers included.

The Cadet Nurse Corps’ newly initiated training programs had been quite beneficial for such circ*mstances, but with such accelerate courses of study, many of the nurses were inexperienced and uncertain in their abilities. Thus, most of the morning was spent overseeing the work of the newer nurses; the advice was administered when needed and tasks were delegated to the older nurses when stitches were too tight and fingers too shaky.

The Italian man’s wound was just one of many, at this point. The only remarkable aspect of the interaction was his temperament. Sure, many other islanders had expressed distrust and dismay with the Allied forces, but they had at least been more eager to be treated for their injuries.

“Fatto presto, signore,” she murmured as she began the careful work of stitching his lacerations shut. Her Italian was dreadful, comprised entirely of juvenile phrases and briefly memorized words that could just barely communicate her intentions to her patients. She knew that she probably looked to be a bumbling idiot in their perspectives.

By the time she was finished, nearly every inch of her skin was damp with sweat— although the medic tent provided shade from the sun, its heat, combined with the body heat of so many civilians seemed to suffocate her. The air was thick, her curls clung to the nape of her neck, and her once crisp white dress had become damp and splotched with various hues of orange and blood, remnants of blood and dust.

The former nurses of Project Rebirth remained close, even after the termination of their research, they were often found huddled in one corner of the nurse’s tent, playing cards and smoking, or whispering gossip of their next assignment.

“How long do you think they’re gonna keep us here?” Mary glanced over the edge of her letter, looking to Gladys expectantly. Gladys was always in the know with these sorts of things, keeping quiet and listening in around the higher-ranking officers.

Gladys hummed in thought, rolling an unlit cigarette between her fingers, “From what I’ve heard, we might be heading toward mainland Italy soon. But I’m not sure.”

Lottie frowned, “But what about Operation Husky? I mean, we just bombed this damn place for a good base to capture Sicily.”

“Well, I’ve heard there’s a Hydra base on the mainland. These girls might stay behind for Operation Husky, but we’re better prepared for whatever Hydra has in store for us.”

Betty groaned, “I don’t care where they send us, so long as the soldiers aren’t great louts like these guys.” Lottie had to agree, the soldiers stationed with them in Tunisia and on Pantelleria had been rather uncouth. They drank far too heavily most nights, which typically resulted in uncomfortable interactions between the men and the nurses.

A voice piped up from the other end of the nurse’s tent, a girl of only around 19— her name might have been Nelly —smiled at them brightly over a newspaper, “Well wherever you go, I hope you get to see a USO show because I’d give anything to see Captain America!”

“Sorry, who?” The name was somewhat familiar to Lottie, but she and the other women had never shown particular interest in the USO. All that she knew was that their shows usually had chorus girls all dressed in short skirts and red lipstick, just what a soldier needed to see after what seemed like an eternity in hell.

Nelly ambled over and tossed her newspaper onto Betty’s bed, which the women usually crowded around. None of the women spoke as they took in the headline: “The Star-Spangled Man’s European Tour.”

“What the hell?” Betty broke the silence and held the newspaper up to the light, squinting at its front page. The mouths of the other four nurses were agape, they were at a loss for words as they processed the fact that the culmination of their hard work was being brandished as some sort of cheery mascot for the war effort.

Lottie felt a righteous anger building within her. It was one thing to separate her from one of her best friends for the sake of pursuing separate missions, but this? This was a joke. Laughable, really. She could only think of the late nights, the early mornings, every moment of their time at Camp Lehigh had been dedicated to perfecting the Super Soldier serum. Now that they had their Super Soldier, they decided to waste his talent and their hard work. It was a slap in the face, a punch to the gut. Lottie could only hope that Steve would be reassigned after his European tour; he was destined to be more than just a show pony, she was sure of it.

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In Love Island UK, I watched 2 bombshells coming in as TWINS. I forgot which season it was though. Now I'm playing the stick or switch recoupling in S2 and everyone's talking about how similar MC was with Blake. And my imagination being so weird, what if it was MC's twin and not Blake? Like, they hate each other so MC never talked about her. They could be identical or fraternal. What do you think the scenario would be? 👀

SHEESH! my god, anon! why do i love this so much though!?!!

ok, so first things first, i think you’re talking about jess and eve, from season 6. i love how they go“we’re not gonna fight over a man” to then fighting over who’s gonna choose callum! lol

ok, in the scenario where mc’s partner switches to her sister?

THAT SISTER IS WICKED! that’s a lot of flavor for just one prompt ask! lol FUSEBOX SHOULD TAKE NOTES ON YOUR IDEA. i would pay gems to confront them, istg! a sister, cousin, friend. someone close coming in and stealing your partner? pff, i would love to see it.

i’mma use lucas for this one, if you don’t mind. and the sister being fraternal twin, the shock would be much bigger once they find out. ‘cause i reckon none of the boys would dare switching if they knew they’re related.

this is the prompt for a telenovela love island the game and it’s just so galaxy brain, i cannot with you, anon! ((i’m picturing all sorts of paola bracho memes in my head rn)) and take a shot every time the word 'evil' comes up 🥴

- mc’s eyes would go wide, filled with shock, anger, popping out of its sockets with the surprise

- the absolute silence because no one knows what the hell is going on, and the boys exchanging looks with the girls

- her sister’s stance is smug and defiant after they reach the firepit for the reveal

- as they stop, on the first step, holding hands, the boys are of course upset because lucas switched, but as they see your reaction, they’re puzzled

- the girls as well. shocked and a little disgusted, but still, because lucas switched to someone new

- mc opens her mouth but she can’t speak. not a word comes out and now, her fist closes on the side of her body

- the boys are ready to hold her back if they need to, and they mention getting up, especially bobby and gary

- her sister has one brow raised, waiting for her reaction with a grin, the most playful mc has ever seen

- mc’s mindgoes blank and she moves towards them, immediately grunting

- the boys and girls move to stop her, bobby and gary almost not being able to

- the sister furrows her brows with am innocent and confused look, almost shrugging

- lucas moves in front of her,“i’m sorry, but i clicked with her. i couldn’t help it. i’m sorry you’re upset, and i’m sure you’ll want to talk to me about it...”

- mc’s focus is now on him, showing teeth, warm cheeks and neck, full-on red eyes, “that’s my sister, you c***.”

- everyone’s heads turn to look at the sister, SHOCKED. mouths hanging open, eyes wide, girls covering their mouths, boys moving to hold mc back, because she WILL attack her sister

- lucas“wait... what?” he turns to see the girl behind him, now noticing some similarites“whaaaa...” under his breath

- “you’re such a f*cking c...” before mc can finish her sentence, noah stops her, taking her away from the firepit before she says something that could cost her place in the villa

- the girls immediately go to her rescue, no exception, even shannon who doesn’t even know her

- bobby and gary get water and alcohol for her, if she drinks

- lucas is terrified for being played like that during casa amor

- everything goes to sh*t when he arrives at the roof terrace to apologize. she almost flies from gary’s and bobby’s grip onto his neck

-“i didn’t know!”

- “i know, but you’re still a f*cking idiot, you know that?!”

- lucas sleeps outside, the girl is in bed, alone, but doesnt give sign of moving outside or to the couch, because someone so evil wouldn’t just walk away. she would force her presence upon everyone

- the bright side might be the single boys want to cuddle mc that night, also in the daybeds, making lucas move to the roof terrace or the stretchers

- the next day is pure tension, everyone ignoring the girl, except for shannon, who’s gonna be the messenger between the og girls and the evil twin

- NOTHING ELSE IS TALKED ABOUT, except for mc’s wicked sister stealing her man. another perk i guess! no one is daring to discuss jakub or noah, or anything that isn’t mc’s situation

- the sister is not intimidated, changing clothes, putting makeup on in the same room, and despite lottie’s attempts of making her feel uncomfortable, she doesn’t give a sh*t, because well... she must be insanely mean

- the dumping ceremony arrives at night, and the sister is M-A-D that her sister can save lucas but she can’t stay

- when she’s dumped, she’s the one who almost gets to mc, but she’s escorted by the security from the villa

- she’s dumped and lucas proceeds to be traumatized, thinking five times before any decision he makes from now on

- the girls comfort mc, having a full pampering day in the dressing room, and a party comes on that night

- the producers reached out to her sister, because“rates would go off the charts” but she agreed because she - is - E-V-I-L.

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Honesty Part 6

Part One here

Part Two here

Part Three here

Part Four here

Part Five here

It only took Link about an hour before he was too weak to guide his horse, Zelda helping the knight heavy with muscle and lethargic with sickness onto her own horse.

Thus, Zelda rode into Hateno as the sunset rose upon it, Link laying on her upright back like a mattress and softly hugging her waist like a pillow. The position had adorned her cheeks with a heavy blush and a warmth in her heart that wasn’t fading.

The door opened as soon as her horses hooves were in earshot of the house. Link’s mother rushed out and brought her hands to her mouth with a soft gasp and eyes etched with concern.

Link mumbled about his “fine” health as his mother and his princess brought him in the house and laid him down on the largest bed, where he quickly drifted off to sleep.

Zelda didn’t leave Link’s side, even as Link was diagnosed by the Hateno medic. Zelda kept her hand in his as the medic told them that until the food poisoning passed from his body, he would still feel a great amount of nausea, disorientation, and fatigue alongside it. Otherwise, the lad was in perfect health.

Zelda wondered at what goddess-forsaken moldy mushroom or rotten fruit Link put in his mouth on his way to or from fighting the Hinox, but she sat unwaveringly by his side nonetheless. It was a sight that Link’s parents looked at with a smile from across the loft, Ruth’s head locked gently in Hugh’s neck.

The two youths were now chatting like old friends, smiling and almost laughing as they conversed out of earshot. Link’s head lay uncomfortably on the rim of the bucket inch-deep with puke, but the way he smiled at his princess showed he didn’t mind at all.

“What do you think of those two?” Ruth asked Hugh. “I think they suit each other well.”

“It’s hard to believe our little boy is all grown up and finding his own love.”

Ruth smiled.

“So you agree?” She asked with a smirk. “You’d think they’d make a nice couple?”

“Well I’m not about to start planning the wedding, but I think they like each other a great deal. If it weren’t for other factors, I think it would be an easy and splendid match.”

Ruth’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Other factors,” she said before lifting her head from her husband’s shoulder. “What do you mean, other factors?”

Hugh gave a side glance to Zelda as he leaned in to his wife’s ear.

“She’s the princess,” he said. “Link fell in love with his charge.”

Hugh waited for a reaction to be amused by from his wife, but none came, Ruth only looking at him with disappointment.

“You think I don’t know that?” She asked rhetorically. “Goddesses sake. Even Lottie was asking if he was dating her.”

“You didn’t say anything,” Hugh reasoned.

“I was trying to be respectful,” Ruth said with a bit of pride. “Besides, I’m not sure what it is but I just have this feeling…I think they’ll find a way.”

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Link had left to get a breath of fresh air as Zelda continued to sit in her chair, jotting various notes in her science journal of things to research when she returned to the castle, Guardian schematics she ached to return to, of course with the option to look up from her studies and gaze upon her knight attendant without his knowledge.

“Excuse me,” she heard Link’s mom say, Zelda turning her head. “May I talk with you for a bit?”

“Of course,” Zelda said, gesturing with her hand to invite her to sit across from her. “There’s no need to ask.”

Ruth sat on the edge of the bed with a warm smile towards Zelda, soon taking the girl’s hand with a motherly gentility that Zelda hadn’t felt in a very long time. She tried not to let it affect her.

“I just wanted to tell you,” Ruth said. “We don’t blame you at all for the danger Link has been in, for the burden he carries. From what I understand, you are weighted down much like he is.”

Zelda furrowed her brow.

“I…I’m sorry,” she started. “You…you know who I am?”

Ruth’s smile grew as she nodded, returning her hand to clasp into her own.

“People who walk and talk like you are few and far between,” she explained, “especially around here. I knew you must have been at least a lady of the court when Link first introduced you to us. It wasn’t hard to place you as the princess in the moments after. Link isn’t a very good liar.”

Zelda chuckled.

“I suppose,” she said in reply. “And thank you for being honest with me. I wish your son didn’t have so many run-ins with danger but…well until the calamity is appeased there are a lot of things that we can’t control. He is a valuable asset to my father and to Hyrule.”

“What about to you?” Ruth asked.

Zelda shrugged, attempting to hide her blushing cheeks.

“He’s my knight attendant,” Zelda said. “And he’s a good friend. He is invaluable to me.”

Ruth studied the way Zelda smiled. It was small and almost forced.

“But…” Ruth prompted.

“It’s dumb,” Zelda insisted, bowing her head.

“Humor me,” Ruth said. Zelda lifted her head to meet Ruth’s blue gaze.

“I was eavesdropping,” Zelda started. “I know, all sorts of improper, but…Link’s father said something about Link telling me the truth, and…well…of course I trust him enough to acknowledge he can have his own secrets, but if it has something to do with me…I don’t know...I’m starting to think...”

Ruth placed a hand on Zelda’s shoulder, the touch warm and affirming. She made sure Zelda’s eyes met hers. The silent show of support was all Zelda needed.

“I’m starting to think he may return the feelings I have for him,” Zelda said quickly, blurting out.

Ruth’s eyebrows were raised at the sudden expelling of words.

“Sorry,” Zelda said.“I didn’t mean for that to comeout so suddenly...it’s just a lot for me to grapple with on my own. This connection Link and I seem to have...but then also having to ignore it until after the Calamity is defeated.”

“Why must you ignore it?” Ruth asked.

Zelda shrugged.

“It’s practical,” Zelda explained.“I think we both fear that if we don’t focus completely on the Calamity, Hyrule will fall to ruin.”

Ruth nodded.

“That makes sense,” she said.“You have a smart reason for concealing your honesty, both of you, but...don’t forget that you two do need each other. Itdoesn’t even need to be a romantic thing. You two are the only people who truly understand the pressure of having the entire world on your shoulders. You don’t have to shut each other out just because you are falling in love and you think that’s a bad idea.You don’t have to be anything to support each other. Love is more than lust, you know.”

Zelda gave a smile.

“I know,” she said in reply.

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Chapter Nineteen

*Pictures will be included in the wedding chapter*

Fake It Until You Make it Real

Louis had a restless sleep the entire night. Waking up periodically to an empty bed and looking at his phone finding another 'still at work' text. Louis gave up on sleep around four in the morning and instead headed downstairs. He laid on the couch and turned on the TV watching the first thing he could find to fill in the silence. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he was woken up by noises and whispers. Sitting up he looked around only to be disappointed when it was just his mother and Anne in the kitchen with their husbands.

"He's not home yet dear go back to sleep." Anne said but Louis ignored her and grabbed his phone seeing it was a little past six.

"We're making breakfast. What are you in the mood for?"

"Anything." Louis said rubbing his eyes tiredly as he laid back on the couch, "I hate this."

"You'll get used to it." Anne told him though Louis doubt that very much. He laid there for a while listening to their mothers in the kitchen before he heard keys at the front door. He sat up and stared at it as it was pushed opened then he fought the blanket to stand up and he jumped over the couch jumping onto Harry making him stumble.

"I've missed you too." Harry said hugging him and lifting him to let Louis better wrap around him. Harry walked further into the house carrying Louis,

"Good morning ladies."

"Hello Harry."

"Hi sweetheart. You look exhausted."

"I'm fine." Harry said as Louis unwrapped his legs from around his waist and pulled away to look at him. Harry indeed looked exhausted, he had dark bags under his eyes and his movements were a little sluggish.

"You should try to sleep a little bit." Louis told him

"No trust me when I lay down, I want to sleep not nap. I will be fine. Besides I am not missing dress shopping."

"Just a little cuddle on the couch?" Louis tried

"No. However, I will make some tea."

"I will make it. You go sit."

"If I sit, I'll sleep, and I don't-"

"Harry. Go sit. Now." Harry grumbled as he turned and headed to the living room while Louis headed further into the kitchen to get started on Harry’s regular morning tea. He made it just that extra bit stronger for him then he sat beside him on the couch handing him the mug of tea.

“Thank you Lou.”

“Of course. Anything else?” Harry didn’t verbally say anything only shifted and spread his legs and arms giving Louis enough space to slide in between his legs and have a much needed cuddle. Louis laid his cheek against Harry’s chest and had his arms encircle his waist as he laid on his stomach feeling Harry’s free hand rub his back squeezing him every so often.

Again Louis didn’t remember falling asleep, but as he opened his eyes he was relieved to notice that Harry was still there, but now had a large plate of food in his hand instead of his mug of tea.

“Good morning Darling. Want some? They gave me extra for you for when you woke up.”

“Yes please.” Harry smiled as he got a large helping of eggs on his fork then fed it to Louis when he sat up but stayed pressed against Harry.

“How were the kids for bedtime?”

“Maddie was a little upset, but my mom told her a ridiculously false story about me as a child that had her giggling well past bedtime.”

“Oh really? I guess I’ll just have to ask them about this false story.”

“There really isn’t any need for that Harold.” They got through a plate and some seconds before Harry was getting antsy to see the kids.

“Go on. They’ll be excited to see you.” Louis said amused as he took Harry’s empty mug after his third refill.

Harry grinned kissing his cheek before he hurried up the stairs. Louis could faintly make out Maddie’s excited squeal a few seconds later making him smile as he could just picture the scene they were no doubt making up there. Freddie’s shouted was followed moments later then minutes later Harry came walking in carrying both of the kids in his arms. Maddie was latched on his torso and Freddy was hanging around his neck but his arms supported them both and his grin was bright. It was as if the lack of proper sleep didn’t matter anymore with the kids awake and with him and he didn’t let any of his tiredness to show as he helped get them plates of food and take one of the twins setting Dory into a highchair. He helped feed Dory while effortlessly keeping up listening to Maddie and Freddie’s tales of their day yesterday.

“Please stop the heart eyes. It’s sickening.” Lottie said sliding into a barstool across from Louis effectively blocking his view of Harry getting syrup on his jaw by Ernie as he fed Dory and told Freddie how amazing and cool his dinosaur jungle sounded.

“Well excuse me for finding my Fiancé adorable surrounded by children. I mean look at him how can you not think he is adorable?” Louis said grinning when he saw Harry blush and glance over at him with a piece of pancake being smushed into his face by Ernie of course.

Chuckling Louis grabbed a pair of wipes and headed to the table deciding to help out just this once as he pulled a wipe out from the pack and took Ernie. Giving Harry the wipe he took a new one and cleaned his baby brother off then he leaned down and kissed Harry’s cheek before heading back to the kitchen where he resumed the conversation he had been in previously before being distracted by Harry.

****

Despite most of the women’s dresses being for Louis’ sisters Louis absolutely did not care one bit and it was all on Harry. Well okay Louis had opinions, but he didn’t really care about certain shades being just right or ruffles or lace or whatever. Lottie, Gemma, and Harry were the ones doing most of the shopping with Harry showing up a dress to Louis and if Louis didn’t care for the it then it went back on the rack, but if Louis didn’t have an opinion or actually liked it then it got put on someone’s arm either it be someone of their group or a poor employee who had quickly gotten a rolling rack to hang the dresses on. Louis focused on the flower girl dress and keeping the potential dresses hidden from Harry who Maddie didn’t want to see her dress until the wedding day. Which Louis was all for. Someone had to make Harry cry after all. Color didn’t bother Louis however he did love the idea of Maddie in a white dress or a different color than the other dresses and the suits so she stood out. Yes this was his day and Harry’s day, but it was also the kid’s day and her little winter shawl could be Freddie’s main color of the suit and his secondary color could be her dress color. Okay so Louis may have it all planned out, but that doesn’t mean he can’t entertain other ideas just in case.

“Hey Lou do we care about them having the same dress?”

“Not one bit. As long as one isn’t like satin and the other I don’t know Chiffon or whatever. The colors have to be consistent though. Similar but not exact.”

“Alright just making sure. You better not be checking price tags over there.”

“Don’t worry Daddy I’m not.” Maddie said Louis shook his head chuckling softly as he took the hanger from Maddie and hung it up.

Despite what Harry thinks Louis had checked the website of the shop and knew the most expensive dress was well into the overpriced budget Harry had set because despite being obviously well off he had obviously only listed shops that wouldn’t make Louis’ family out of place or hesitant in. Harry of course knew he knew of this but it went unspoken between them after the first time Louis saw the list and googled each store then looked at Harry who pretended to not have a clue why Louis was staring at him while he had worked on something on his laptop. Louis had tried to stare it out of him for the better part of an hour before he gave in and just kissed his cheek and told him he would tell his family the game plan. Besides the extra money could be used in the family vacation they were still planning.

“What do you think LouLou?” Louis was pulled from his thoughts a few hours later as he stared at Maddie in the long sleeve white ball gown dress with a dark red fur shawl that stood out against the white beautifully making Louis tear up.

“I think it looks absolutely beautiful on you. Do you like it?”

“I do. I love it. I’m a princess watch me twirl.” Twirling the dress spun with her and Louis could almost see her all grown up twirling in a wedding dress and he had to quickly fight that back before those thoughts got the better of him, “Do you think Daddy with like it?”

“I think Harry is going to love it and will cry just seeing you in this. So is this the one my dear?”

“Yes it is.”

“Good I agree I love this one. Your dads will be the luckiest dads there to have a little princess to dance with.” The employee said grinning widely as she helped Maddie into another twirl.

“LouLou you’ll dance with me?” Maddie asked shocked

“Of course I’m going to dance with you, can’t let your dad have you all the time now can I? Your dad and I are going to have lots of dances for you and Freddie and as a whole together. We’re still outlining that part, but rest assured we will all dance together at least twice.” Maddie grinned hugging his middle

“You’re the best LouLou.” Louis grinned leaning now to kiss her head before he had her go change out of the dress while he went to find Harry.

“Hey Haz oooh having fun girls?” Louis said grinning as he saw his sisters in a few dresses, “They need you up there to schedule fittings.”

“Really? Already?”

“Already? It’s been a few hours Harry.”

“Yeah I’m shocked it didn’t take longer. I’ll be back ladies.” Louis debated on whether to follow Harry, but decided to stay with the girls.

“How is it going?”

“We have a few more to try on, but I think we all have our favorite.” Lottie told him, “So this is really happening huh? You’re marrying someone.”

“It was bound to happen one day you realize.” Louis said amused as he adjusted one of her scraps, “Besides I think I could have picked worse.”

“I don’t know you definitely could have also picked better. Seriously how did my brother get you?” Gemma asked making Louis roll his eyes playfully shaking his head.

“I think you’re wrong. You’re brother is absolutely lovely.”

“Ew if you’re about to start gushing love poetry about him let me get a bin for my vomit first.” Rolling his eyes Louis sent them back into the dressing rooms telling them he would torture them back at the house.

****

They were only back at the house for an hour when Louis saw Harry dozing off every few minutes while playing dinosaur jungle with Freddie. Smiling at the scene Louis slid off the couch then crawled over to Harry and straddled the back of his thighs as he wrapped his arms around his chest kissing his cheek.

“You should go to sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re falling asleep as you do very bad roars. If you were a T-Rex I’d laugh at you.” Harry huffed a tired laugh but otherwise remained where he was stubbornly refusing to give in, “Hey Freddie you know what would be really fun?”

“What?”

“If we convince Nana and Anne to take all the kids and grandkids to the indoor trampoline park.”

“Yeah! Let’s do it!”

“Okay go get Maddie and got to Anne because she’s the weakest. She’ll say yes if you give her those really big puppy eyes.”

“Okay Papa.” Freddie stood and ran to the playroom where most of the kids were and Louis grinned at Anne who had of course heard all of this sitting only a few feet from them.

“Come on naptime mister.” Louis said kissing Harry’s shoulder

“Fine. Mom you’ll be okay?”

“We’ll be fine dear you go nap. We’ll keep the kids out until it gets later, maybe take them out to dinner as a group.”

“Good luck.” Louis said standing up and helping Harry up just as the kids ran into the room.

“Kisses first.” Harry said grabbing Freddie and Maddie and kissing them both on their heads, “I love you two and If you two convince them you two be good.”

“We will Daddy.” Maddie promised kissing Harry’s arm that was around her before she and Freddie escaped his hold and ran to Anne. Louis took Harry’s hand and led him up the stairs into the bedroom where he immediately went about unbuttoning Harry’s shirt for him.

“I could have slept with them here. Trust me I can be a very heavy sleeper.”

“I know but this way they get to spend time with our family and we can nap in peace because I’m tired too. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“I’m sorry. Unfortunately shifts like those do happen, not as often, but more than a few times a year it seems like especially around the holidays and weekends that are just a tad busier than usual due to a game or something.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Louis pulled down Harry’s pants then sat him down leaving him only in his briefs as Louis felt his hands grab his thighs pulling him closer, “You and I both know you don’t have it in you right now.”

“Oh I have it in me, it won’t be good and Ill never claim it ever in my life, but I could do it.” Louis laughed as he pressed a kiss to Harry’s forehead, “It won’t be good but it would be done.”

“No. I would much rather have no sex than bad sex. Bad sex just ruins entire day.”

“We couldn’t have bad sex if we tried. We could have not good sex, but never bad.”

“Want to test that theory?”

“I do now.”

“No.” Harry chuckled as he gave his thighs a squeeze before he stood up and pulled the covers back while Louis quickly undressed himself. He climbed in bed beside Harry and curled up against his chest wrapping his arms around his waist and within seconds Harry was fast asleep breathing deeply while Louis laid there for awhile listening to the kids get packed up. When the house was silent and the last beep from the alarm was heard Louis snuggled deeper into the covers and Harry and fell asleep.

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What the Future Holds

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

A/N: The promised Bonus chapter. Just so you know, this takes roughly during chapters 13 & 14 of Midnight Hours. Enjoy!

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There was no way you were going to be able to keep this a secret much longer. Perhaps because it was your own body and you knew the details of yourself, but you would swear that you were already beginning to get that small rounded bump near the lower part of your abdomen though you didn’t think you were far enough along.

Lying there in bed, face towards the ceiling while Luhan slept soundly beside you, completely unaware of the third person who occupied the room, you wondered what the future held for you now.

You were going to be a mom.

In your days with the organization, that had never been in your plans. Sure, you figured someday you might find someone to settle down with and maybe start a family. But it was always just a maybe, an afterthought. You had more pressing matters. Other objectives took precedent.

Even after meeting Luhan and seeing the happy little family that Kris, Evie, and Mei had created, you still didn’t get those kinds of visions. Adjusting to life here among what used to be the enemy was emotional enough. Thinking of anything beyond becoming comfortable with your new family, let alone starting one of your own, was too much.

Letting out a sigh, you sat up and swung your legs off the bed. It took you another minute or two before you were able to actually stand up. There was nothing wrong with you; nothing but the burden of when to tell Luhan.

By now, you were sure that he would be happy, ecstatic even at this unexpected news. How could he be anything but? You’d seen him with Mei. There were times he’d get that look in his eyes, the far off kind that made it obvious what was on his mind. You knew he was imagining a child of his own, one that was made from the two of you.

But eventually he would shake his head, tossing the image away. There were even times where he joked about being too young to take on that kind of responsibility, disregarding the fact that he was older than and Evie both.

On the other hand, though, he would certainly be upset once he learned that you’d known for a while and waited to tell him until after the danger had passed. You weren’t going to do anything stupid or irresponsible, but you were never the kind who could just sit back and do nothing. You weren’t sure what help you could possibly be – then again, no one truly knew what would be coming when it did.

Needing space to clear your head, you finally landed on your feet, stretching your arms and back as you shuffled over to the closet to get dressed. You snatched up your favorite bow sitting in the corner of the room before going back over to the bed.

Luhan was still peacefully snoring away, his blonde hair ruffled from his constant tossing and turning. In the space you’d previously occupied, Luhan’s arm was outstretched as if he were reaching for you even in his sleep. You couldn’t help but smile. A sigh escaped and you leaned over to gently press a kiss to his cheek.

“Mmm,” he groaned satisfactory. In a flash he had your wrist in his grip in an attempt to keep you there. “More.”

It wasn’t that hard to free yourself. “When I get back. Maybe.”

One eyelid slowly opened. “Where are you going?” he asked.

You held up your bow. “To get some practice in.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Luhan mumbled. He was already falling back asleep, weakening his argument.

“I know,” you said, “but we’ve already had this talk. You’re still not going to win.” For good measure, you leaned down again and kissed his lips this time. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Get some more sleep.”

He murmured out something along the lines of “okay” and flipped over. The poor thing had worked last night and it was too early for him to be fully awake.

As quietly as you could, you made your way through the basem*nt, up the stairs, and out through the back kitchen door before bee lining for the trees.

It was still early morning, the sun barely shining in the hazy sky. Beams of light cut through the trees, giving the forest an almost fairytale-like quality. Ahead, though, clouds were growing and darkening. So a rain was coming. Looks like you wouldn’t be out here as long as you were hoping.

To get to your hidden practice range, it was at least a forty minute hike with twists and turns that anyone who followed you lost. The only way you remembered yourself were the small, insignificant notches you’d carved into the trees at interval heights. Luhan was the only one that knew to follow them, in case of emergencies. He tended to leave you alone – struggling against his instincts – when you came out here. Often times, you found yourself needing space.

Saying your world was flipped around when you joined the pack… it felt laughable, understated. Your parents always taught you to be prepared to deviate from the plan, to have other options open to you, and to accept that you can’t control every turn life takes. As a hunter, that was easy enough. Variables were always being thrown in. Wolves are chaotic by nature – just living in that house with twelve of them was proof enough. It wasn’t a bad kind of chaos. Not all being of mayhem and pandemonium were. They simply existed without real order. But you were used to that as an outsider. Now you were among them.

It was a lot to get used to – so different from your structured life before - but you thought you were doing an okay job at adapting. Sure, you still tended to cling to Luhan at times like a frightened child. And, okay, your only really good friends among the mates were your cousin Hae In, Lottie, and Nia. Family, the one who arrive around the same time you did, and the resident witch. Not too bad of a group, if anyone asked you. Who better to surround your baby with?

As the thought crossed your mind, your hand gently touched your stomach. Funny how before this, you were barely aware of that particular area of your body. Now that’s the only thing you seemed to think about. It was like an invisible protective bubble hovered around that area and whenever your mind drifted to your baby or if you accidentally ran into something, immediately you had to check that it was alright. Not that you could tell with just your palm, but it helped.

Finally arriving at your spot, you found the hole in the tree where you stored your practice arrows and stepped up to the mark. Months ago, Luhan had surprised you with a nice shooting target – cubed and stuffed with straw. The boys had been a bit nervous when he’d showed it off to you, but they were reassured it was simply to help your bored mind. You did not plan on shooting any of them with your arrows – again.

You still felt terrible about that. Jiyeon was only barely starting to treat you cordially and you suspected that was more at Evie’s insistence. Minseok, however… he was also nice to you. He never held a grudge about what you did. Part of you wondered if that was his plan all along because his kindness just made you feel worse about it.

Only an hour or so went by before you were tiring out from the constant motion of firing off the arrows. It must be the pregnancy or lack of consistency in your sessions because in your past you could do this all day without hardly any breaks. Heck, you had gone through a whole day of shooting practice with barely a lunch squeezed in there.

Finding a good stopping point, you gathered up the arrows and put them back in their little cubby in the base of the tree, covering the area with foliage and leaves. It made the boys feel better, you keeping the dangerous part of your favorite weapon out here and away from the house.

Slowly, you made your way back down to the house, already feeling better. Sore, but much better mentally. There was something about the continuing motion of docking the arrow, pulling it back, and letting it fly that was soothing to you.

To your surprise, Luhan was waiting for you when you broke through the trees. Usually he was inside when you returned, but today he was leaning up against the house, arms folded so tightly over his chest that you could see the tension from where you were. As soon as his eyes caught sight of you, he pushed off the siding and stormed towards you.

“Luhan, what’s- hey!”

He took you by the arm, not too hard to bruise, but certainly enough to pull you back into the woods. You roughly yanked your arm from his grasped, heated.

“What the hell!”

“When were you going to tell me!” His eyes shimmered bright amber, causing you to take a step back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was probably the worst lie you’d ever told, but in the moment it was the best your brain could come up with.

Luhan held up your phone, the reminder to take your prenatal medicine blinking on the screen. In the other hand, your medication from the doctor.

Crap.

You had completely forgotten to bring your phone with you. And how did he find your pills?

Luhan’s next question came out quiet and defeated. “How long have you known?”

You whispered back in an equally soft voice. “A few weeks.”

“A few weeks?” Water began to pool in his eyes, breaking your heart. You knew he would be upset that you didn’t tell him earlier, but… well, you’d hoped that it wouldn’t be like this. Luhan shook his head in an effort to fight back the tears. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Of course!” you argued. “Of course I was going to tell you. I just wanted to wait until after everything had settled down. The last thing the pack needed was to be worrying about me.”

“Fine, but you still could have told me,” Luhan countered. “It’s my baby, too.”

You threw your hands in the air. “I didn’t want you locking me away in the basem*nt like I can’t take care of myself!”

“I know you can take care of yourself.” Luhan’s eyes were settling back into their normal brown, which was a good sign. You hoped. “But what about the baby? They don’t get a choice of what happens around them. If this thing comes to some sort of fight, you don’t need to be in it. You can’t just think of yourself right now.”

You scoffed. “Oh, so you think I’m selfish? You think I don’t know that I can’t go charging in like I want to? I’m not a complete idiot, Luhan.”

“No, but you are reckless!”

That was it. Straw? Meet the camel’s back.

Snatching your pills and phone from Luhan, you shoved passed him back to the house.

“(y/n)! (y/n)!”

You ignored him. How dare he? How dare he question your ability to protect your baby, to think of it before yourself? Of course you would want to do your part in protecting the pack when the blood moon came along, but it wasn’t just you anymore. You understood that. So why did he think you would do anything different?

**

You were not going to cry. You were not going to cry.

Crap. You were going to cry. Stupid hormones.

It had been nearly a whole day since Luhan had confronted you about the pregnancy secret and you’d hardly spoken a word to him. You’d been fairly successful at avoiding him, even sleeping on the pull out couch to not be in the same room with him (that is, until halfway through the night, while you were still asleep, Luhan carried you back to bed). But when Kris called a full family meeting the next day, you were obligated to join. Luhan took his normal spot standing next to you, but you refused to look at him.

You were doing absolutely fine until Kris dropped the bomb that Nia was gone. Sehun looked like an absolute wreck as he stared out the kitchen window, watching the rain come down. You could tell he was hardly listening as Kris explained to the rest of you how he, Sehun, and Jinyoung had gone to search for her before the storm started last night. There had been a small bit of hope that she would come back due to the weather, but since she still hadn’t, a plan of action was needed.

Desperately searching for a distraction, you started pacing the floor, ideas and possible avenues popping into your brain.

“Sehun, are you listening?”

Sehun whirled around so he was now facing the rest of the kitchen. “What?”

Junmyeon sighed, letting the attitude slide given the circ*mstances. “I know you’re worried. We all are, but I need you-”

“Do you really think your worry is as great as mine?” Sehun growled. Silence filled the kitchen. Because everyone knew that, no matter how worried or concern you all were, it was like a mustard seed compared to the mountain of anguish Sehun was going through. Realizing that the pack knew just that, he pulled back. Letting his gaze fall to the hardwood floor, he murmured, “Sorry.”

“It’s understandable,” said the fairy witch, Soomi. Her voice was always soft and comforting and this time was no different despite the current situation. “And it’s scary, thinking that she’s out there, alone in this. But she’s a survivor. She’ll be okay.”

Sehun shook his head. “I can’t just leave her out there while I’m here safe from the storm.”

“There’s no way to find her,” Chanyeol whined. Lanie reached over and consoled Chanyeol with a slight squeeze of his hand.

“Would you leave Lanie out there by herself even if you couldn’t follow her scent?”

“Leave me out of this,” Lanie begged. She let go of Chanyeol’s hand and leaned forward,massaging her temples.

You huffed.All this talk of just leaving your friend out there… you could feel the hormones buzzing inside. “I agree with Sehun that we should go look for her, weather be damned.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Luhan snarled at you. The only response you had was to roll your eyes and turn away from him.

“Is there any sort of shelter she might be able to find in the woods?” Lottie asked desperately.

“No,” Minseok answered with a shake of his head. “In these trees, there’s nothing but this house and the city.”

Suddenly, Sehun straightened up, the despair on his face gone and replaced with a look of realization. He was out the back door before anyone could even call out his name. For a moment, everyone just stared in shock as his rash decision. It only took a few blinks, however, before a majority of the pack was scramble to get through the door.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Luhan stopped you before you could aid in the chase. The mates that had stayed behind were looking at the two of you with curious eyes so Luhan tugged you out of the kitchen and through the living room until you were standing on the front porch, the rain giving enough cover for no one to be able to overhear.

“What is it now,” Luhan?” you barked.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes. “You were about to do it again.”

“Do what?” you challenged.

“Be reckless.”

“Oh,” you faked sudden realization. “So, going after your pack member who took off into a storm and could get hurt is now considered reckless. Good to know.” You tried to head back inside, but Luhan stopped you with a gentle hand in yours.

No, no, no. That was how he always got you. With his soft touches, his skin against yours. Now that your body wasn’t going about its functions as normal, it was almost worse.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he said quietly. You didn’t say anything back. “I… shouldn’t have reacted like that. With everything going on… I’ll admit, I got scared.”

“And you think I’m not?” Seeing him before you like this, with his head bowed and breathing shallow, you did something that was a bit out of character for you. Taking your hand out of his, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I worry every day,” you confessed. “I worry about what the blood moon means, I worry if I’m cut out to be a parent, I worry if this is even what you wanted-”

“Of course I want this,” he interrupted, pulling back so he could see your face. His hands were resting on your hips, his thumbs moving up in down in a way to try and calm you down. You usually didn’t get emotional like this, save for a very specific time or two.

“How the hell am I supposed to know that?” you asked. “We never talked about it before, the two of us. And you always joked about being too young to be a parent.”

Luhan shrugged. “I didn’t want to scare you off. You’d ran away before, remember?”

“That was a completely different scenario. I was trying to keep you safe.”

He quieted you with a kiss. “It doesn’t matter now. If you thought you were stuck with me before….”

There were a million things you could blame for this sudden outburst of emotion: hormones, Nia’s disappearance, bottling up too much. Or maybe it was a combination of all three. Whatever it was, it caused you to hide your face in Luhan’s shoulder as you cried. He patted your back, obviously holding back laughs at seeing you like this.

“You’re going to be great, you know that?”

“Shut. Up.” You didn’t want another reason to start bawling while you just getting your emotions in check.

“I kind of want a boy,” he went on. “I think that’d be fun. Also, how big do you think you’ll get? Evie got pretty big. Kris had to carry her up the stairs for breakfast in the morning-”

You shoved back, playfully hitting him in the shoulder. “Luhan, if you don’t stop going on about how big the baby is going to make me, I’m tacking you to the wall with my knives.”

“Baby?”

Oh… great.

Cringing, you turned to find the pack – minus Junmyeon and Sehun – staring up at the two of you on the porch. So much for the rain being a cover for the conversation. Their faces were almost funny enough to send you into a laughing fit. The mortifying fact that they now all knew about your “delicate condition” was able to trump that urge.

“Luhan?” Kris raised an eyebrow. Your wolf nodded in confirmation.

“As if this month couldn’t get even more dramatic,” Jongdae rolled his eyes.

“Leave them alone,” Kris ordered. “Everyone just… get inside. We’ll deal with that later.” The alpha came up the steps and said, “Junmyeon’s out walking with Sehun right now to get him to calm down. When he gets back, you should update him. But don’t tell Sehun until after we find the witch. He’s a bit sensitive right now.”

“Sure thing,” Luhan promised. After a somewhat awkward half smile sent your way and a muttered “congratulations”, the alpha headed inside, sighing and shaking his head. The rest of the pack came up the porch as well, giving their own words of congratulations.

Baekhyun, who was behind the majority of them, shouted, “Is no one else worried that the highly trained assassin is now going to have mood swings?”

His point mostly went ignored by the others, though you had to admit, it was a little valid. You didn’t have the most controlled temper at the best of times.

“You know, this definitely means that you’re staying here until all this business is over, right?” Luhan said.

You nodded. “I know.” It went against your old instincts, but you had to protect your baby. Those were your new instincts.

A sigh fell out before you could stop it.

Luhan reached out and cupped your cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh,” you smiled at him, “I just thought that now we have to do something almost equally as dangerous as whatever’s waiting on the blood moon.”

H frowned. “What’s that?”

“Telling Hae In.”

“(Y/n)!”

You flinched. “Too late.”

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A new meeting, Pt. 2

Leo has an even worse time boy oh boy. Also, this is. Long. have fun reading it!

Words: 2.951

TW: non con drug use, non con alcohol consumption, stabbing, vomiting.

Taglist: @mnmlover2002 , @whatwasmyprevioususername

***

Lottie had shown him knives of different lengths and the whip and gags, as well as a stun gun, a bat and a hammer. Leo was told to choose, but he’d just kept shaking his head as much as he could, while his fear for whatever she had injected him with was making him dizzy. At one point, she looked at her watch.

“That’s about enough, I guess”, she said and walked near him.

He was sweaty, and in pain, his wound seeming to be screaming at him. He didn’t want to be there; he didn’t want her to be there, he didn’t want to exist at all right now. It was one of the moments when he doubted it was even real. He closed his eyes and prayed, to which god, he didn’t know, but he prayed. Prayed this would be over soon.

She stood by him and brought her fingers close to his skin and he held his breath, not knowing what she’d do. She touched him and he shivered, but then she pinched his arm and he almost screamed from the pain.

“What the…” he panted.

“Oh, this is quite good. This supposedly makes your nerves vulnerable and multiplies your pain. I didn’t believe it but… I’m pleasantly surprised,” she smiled and he looked at her in shock for a few seconds, before feeling his throat closing up and his eyes burning.

He couldn’t cry, he didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. But he couldn’t hold his tears either, not when she brought a knife near his face. She traced a line on the air above his back and he could almost already feel it. That didn’t mean he was prepared for it, though. The motion of her cutting his back was quick, but the pain it brought was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Searing and burning and never-ending, it made him scream and feel like he was dying.

“Oh, that’s a nice scream. Sing for me, why won’t you?” she smiled and slashed him again, and again and again, each wound more painful than the other and he was about to pass out, but she spilled the contains of a frozen water bottle on his face and his consciousness quickly came back to him, just for her to hear him scream his lungs out.

His face was a mess of tears and sweat, and the metal table had turned red in some places. Lottie was sure to seal the wounds with the melting wax, and Leo’s voice couldn’t even be heard, now.

He didn’t know when they’d started, because it was already dark outside, but now the sun had risen. He wasn’t reacting any more, barely conscious. His eyes were open but unfocused and he was jolting and flinching with every fresh pain, but that was all his body could do. His breathing was shallow, chest moving up and down in small motions. Lottie had gotten sleepy by that time and she untied him, but he didn’t move.

“I’m going to sleep, you exhausted me”, she said in a strict tone. “But well, I can’t say I didn’t have fun. I’m sure you did, too.” She turned to leave, but the sound of her heels notified that she’d come to a halt. “Oh! I expect you to have washed yourself by the time I return,” she laughed and with those words, she left him, locking the metal door behind her.

Leo wanted nothing more than to die at that point of time. The drug had most likely worn off by now. His pain wasn’t as intense, but he was so, so tired, yet in so much pain that he couldn’t even sleep, let alone move or wash himself as Lottie had instructed. He used a trick he’d learnt long ago. With what little focus he had left, he counted his breaths, and even though he hadn’t expected it to be so easy, he succumbed to unconsciousness soon.

He didn’t dream. It was a blank sleep, and maybe he needed that, but he always hoped, before falling asleep, that he’d see a happy dream, something that would take him away, even temporarily. He was never lucky, though, and certainly not now.

He was woken by a liquid draggling him. It smelt strongly, and it made him dizzy, and it took him a good few minutes to realize it was alcohol. Soon as he became aware of his surroundings, he groaned and growled, doubling in on himself but quickly regretting that motion, the wax coming off his back, re-opening his wounds.

“Good morning, captive.”

Lottie’s voice made him shiver. He didn’t open his eyes. The sunlight was too strong for him.

“But then, it’s already past noon. I overslept a bit, do excuse me for that.” She was pacing around the room; the sound of her heels gave that away. “You didn’t follow my orders. Not only are you still dirty, but you were asleep when I entered. Can you explain yourself?”

He blinked tiredly. Terrible memories of last night resurfaced in his mind as she was talking, and he was mouthing a word even though she couldn’t see him. Her back was to him until she asked him that last question. “Please”, he mouthed again, louder this time, so she’d hear him, but it was still nothing more than a whisper. He was hungry, and he was thirsty and he was in so, so much pain. The alcohol was stinky and just by the smell it was making him dizzy. He wanted no more of this. He wanted Marcus back. He was an angel compared to her.

““Please”, isn’t an answer to my question”, he heard her say, but his eyes were already fluttering closed, and just as he was about to give into another sleep, he felt a stinging pain on his cheek. She’d slapped him, bringing him back to his senses. “You listen when I’m talking to you. You answer when I ask you something.” Her voice was cold and scary, but she quickly smiled and it was mellow again. “So, go on”.

“I can’t… move”, he explained, and he didn’t know where his voice was coming from. He believed it had died out. “Please, forgive me…”

“Well, I’m surely not going to wash you.”

There was a moment of silence, in which Leo was trying to find out what he needed most right now, apart from a painkiller or ten, but he was sure he wouldn’t get that, so he settled on what would keep him alive.

“I… need some water, please…”, he pleaded, and she raised her eyebrow.

“Oh? Right, it’s been more than a day now, I guess. I forgot you’re human, do excuse me”.

She left the room, and that minute it took her to go to down to the kitchen and back, were enough for him to relax. He didn’t make the mistake of falling asleep, knowing it wouldn’t end well, but his half-opened eyes focused on the window. It was almost sunset. The sky was pretty; it had stopped snowing. And yet here he was, flat down on a metal table, unable to move, barely breathing, dependent on a demon in woman’s clothing. It was Sunday. The worst had passed, that’s what he wanted to believe. Marcus would be back tomorrow. Oh, but tomorrow felt so far away from him. He wasn’t sure he’d get through tonight.

Lottie returned with a water bottle, which she tossed at him, and he almost let it fall off the metal table. He caught it at the last second, gulping it down. Lottie watched him and smiled, moving to flip it off his hands, a motion which startled him, causing him to choke. He forced himself to a somewhat sitting position so he could stop coughing, and fell back down exhausted, panting.

“Hm… you’re no fun today. What shall I do… say, would you want the drug again?”

His eyes went wide. “No! Please, no!” he screamed, voice hoarse but loud enough this time.

“Hah, so you do have a voice,” she said, patting his hair and tracing his chin with her finger. “I thought I’d stolen it all”.

“Can’t you… let me be for today…”

Lottie broke out in a laugh. “Oh no, no. I don’t do that, ever. But well, it’s true there’s not much I can do to you that won’t get me killed by Marcus…” she paced around, took a puzzled look. She remembered the feeling of his skin against her finger; his face was sticky from the alcohol she’d rinsed him with. This will be fun… “Hey boy, how well do you hold your alcohol?”

“I don’t… I don’t drink”, he answered, trying to get his voice to sound steady, although hoarse. He’d have liked some more water.

“That’s perfect, let me go get something”.

Dread had already set in his stomach, he knew the day would end horribly again. He knew that, but he couldn’t do anything. With Marcus, he could say stuff, he could fight back, at least Marcus would leave him alone if he made him angry enough. He’d punish him, sure, but at least he’d be alone afterwards. She was stuck in the room, never leaving him out of her eyesight, and that felt just as exhausting to him as it would be if he was being hurt again. Well, not that he believed that he wouldn’t be hurt.

She returned, closing the door behind her, not even bothering to lock it. She knew he couldn’t get out, there was no need to take precautions. She was holding two bottles. “Pick one,” she said, and Leo raised his hand to point at the blue labeled one. “Great choice. This one then, you’ll drink it up whole”.

“What, I, I can’t do that…”

“Remember what happened last time you disobeyed? Want a round two?”

Leo was quick to shake his head negatively. She ordered him to sit up, and he tried, he did his best, but it took him longer than expected and he was swaying back and forth, so she allowed him to sit on his bed, so that he could have his back against the wall. The problem was, he fell down soon as his feet touched the floor. Lottie made him get up only to fall down again, a couple of times before ordering him to just crawl to his bed, which was easier on him but not as entertaining to her.

She handed him the bottle. “If you haven’t drunk half of it until I count to twenty, there’ll be punishment, okay?” she opened it for him before he had time to react, and she started counting.

He kept looking at it for the first few seconds, but he feared whatever punishment her mind would come up with, so he started drinking, even though he wanted to throw it up. It tasted sharp and bitter, and he hated it. When she reached twenty, he coughed some of it out, unable to keep it all in his mouth, which earned him a backhand slap, her ring leaving a scar bleeding on his cheek.

“Let’s see,” she said, taking the bottle from his hands. He’s drank a lot. Probably got it around to the middle, she thought with a bored look in her eyes.

“We're going to do fifteen seconds now, ready?” she said, and he nodded, but he wasn’t even sure he’d heard her right.

Not trying to think about it any longer, he brought the bottle to his lips and began drinking; some liquid was falling out of his mouth and to his chin, before landing on his clothes. He hadn’t drunk all of it when another slap landed on his cheek, tossing the bottle away from him and having him tearing up his hands covering his cheek. The remains of the drink soiled the floor. His eyes were glassy, and he was dizzy, but the pain was subsiding, and that made him want to try drinking more. If it’s going to go away, I don’t care about the taste. He took the bottle back from her hands when she gave it to him.

“You can’t spill any.” She said, her eyes scarier than usual as she opened the other bottle she was holding. Surprisingly enough, Leo was still upright, and though his eyes were half closed and his cheeks were flushed, the alcohol didn’t seem to affect him much. “Next bottle.” Lottie passed him the opened drink and smiled. “Hm… let’s see, what to do now… Oh! If you can drink half of it in ten seconds, I’ll take it away and I’ll let you rest. If not, you’ll drink this and another bottle.”

Leo’s stomach turned just on the thought of it. He took the bottle carefully and when she ordered him, he began drinking. But he was already sick of it, and though it helped lessen the pain, it also made him dizzy and sleepy and sick and he wanted no more of it.

“Time’s up! Let’s see how you did, boy.” She shook the bottle and looked through its glass. He still had a way to go to reach the middle, and she laughed. “Guess you’re not getting off the hook this easy, huh? Let me go grab the other one, finish this up while I’m gone. Chop-chop, now.”

He looked at the glass bottle in his hands. He didn’t want to get hurt again, never again like the previous night. And he was afraid, there was no doubting that. So he gulped his sickness down and along with it, the remainder of the drink. Or at least, the amount he could drink at once. He lowered his hand for a while, took a few breaths before continuing. He had to finish it before she was back. He was sweating, and he felt hot and his eyes were burning with tears, but his back wasn’t in so much pain as it was before. He held on to that as a glimmer of hope and kept drinking until the now empty bottle slipped from his hand.

She found him panting, his eyes closed, his hand on the collar of his shirt. She smiled. “No, no. No resting just yet. You still have a bottle to get through. Unfortunately, that’s all Marcus has stored up. This one, you’ll drink it whole in a minute. You can surely do that, since you drank half of it in twenty seconds, right?” Lottie grabbed his sticky from the alcohol hand and opened his fingers, placing the neck between them and his palm. “Drink up. Now”.

Leo tried. He really did. He actually managed to drink over half of it, before gagging, choking and coughing, an action which almost caused him to throw up but he held it in. He didn’t know what she’d do if he did something like that. Maybe she’d beat him, or maybe she’d make him drink more. He was once again slapped for spilling the drink and she held the bottle up for him to chug down. He choked again, but luckily, he’d finished the bottle by then.

“You’re so good, today, so good. See, you drank it all. Three bottles of whiskey. Most would be totally wasted by now. But well, it wasn’t that high in alcohol, I guess. You’ve earned your rest for tonight.” She smiled at him and left the room, locking it.

That was it. She didn’t bother him again that night -or at least, he didn’t remember it if she did. The last thing Leo remembered was trying to walk to the bathroom. He needed to get that thing out of him, but he passed out halfway there.

***

Marcus returned late the next day’s morning. He only found Lottie in the living room. “Where’s Leo?”

“Ah, so that’s his name. I had my fun with the boy”, she said, proceeding to explain to him everything that had happened. Marcus was… entertained.

“Leaving aside the fact that he tried to escape… I think you were a tad harsher on him than you needed to. His not one of your toys now, Lottie. This one’s mine,” he said, his eyes glimmering with jealousy and she scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, since you’re here, I can leave now. I have my own things to take care of”.

Upon greeting his sister goodbye, Marcus walked up to Leo’s room, and he was prepared to see it messy, but he did not expect that. The metal table Marcus kept in another room he used as storage was bloodied and left in a corner of the room. The floor was soiled with blood and alcohol, and so was Leo’s bed. As for Leo himself, he was on the floor, laying on his chest, his back bloody, with wax scattered all over it. His mouth was dirty, Marcus guessed he might have thrown up somewhere he couldn’t see from where he was standing. He noticed it, as he was walking to the younger man, but paid it no mind. He caressed Leo’s cheek carefully.

Leo opened his eyes slightly. “Hey, darling”, he heard Marcus say, and he smiled, sighing in relief. Marcus’ face was vague in his vision, but he could tell he was safe from her. His eyelids slid back down and he breathed a slow “Finally, Marcus”, before falling back asleep.

Thank you very much, Lottie. You made more progress on his mentality in two nights than I did in months… Marcus laughed and kissed Leo’s forehead. “We go from here”, he whispered.

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👁️more origin!!!

//Warning:LONG POST and TW: BLOOD, SCARS AND BRUISES (it's the third picture ONLY, but better let you know)//

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Origin Story - Part 3

Lottie:“After a few weeks of planning, paperwork and meetings, I was officially adopted.”

“I left the orphhanage with a small suitcase, my bunny and a smile on the face. It was sad saying goodbye to the nannies who had taken care of me - even with the downsides, they did - and to all my old friends, though it made me happy to know I was going to have a new family!

I saw everyone waving as the car went away, whether it was for pure politeness of if they would actually miss me, it was still nice to see until they disappeared with the distance.

All the way to my new home, I couldn’t help myself but make a lot of questions. Did I have siblings? Would I have another parent too? Just one was fine, but I was curious. Would I have somewhere to put my bunny to sleep? Would I go to school?There was just a lot was going on in my infant mind that day.

When we arrived, I was stunned. It was a huuuge mansion! As we entered, I couldn’t be more amazed, everything was just so marvellous to my eyes that I felt like I was in the castle of a fairytale. I jumped to my parent’s arms for a hug, I was just so happy! Not that I wouldn’t be if it was a smaller home, but this was just far beyond my dreams.

However, they told me they wouldn’t be the one taking care of me there, and soon enough, some men and women appeared to greet me. I was confused. How were they my parent if they weren’t the one taking care of me? I questioned it shyly and he calmly explained that he had a lot of work to do and that his normal house wasn’t very safe for kids, so he picked this one so I could feel more comfortable. Was he a hero with dangerous training stuff in his other house then? That’s what I assumed at first, and even though I was sad they weren’t going to actually live with me, he was still my parent and I shouldn’t be gloomy about it.

They showed me around the house, introduced me to everything I should know - by the way, the people in the mansion were very friendly and nice too! -, we had tea together and later they left after planting a kiss on my forehead.”

“That was how things were like for almost a year. Full of joy, hugs and learning. Papa loved me, and reassured that every time they could, and said they’d always do what’s best for me. I trusted them. I would never do anything to make them mad, it was the least I could do for everything they’ve done to me.

How I wish things would have stayed like that... But, apparently, fate didn’t have good plans for me.”

“One day, papa showed up for another visit. We hugged, exchanged a small talk about our days and then they told me we were going out and there was a surprise for me. I was excited!

We got into the car. After a couple of minutes, I started to feel like something was off. What was that strange smell? I felt nauseous and asked papa to stop the car. They said everything was going to be okay. Then I got dizzy, my vision got blurry and the next thing I knew is that I was dreaming.

When I woke up, I was in a different room with four other children. They asked me if I was okay, and my response obviously was no. Where was I? How did I get there? Did something happen to papa?!

The children told me it was okay. I was just the new one.

Turns out, I wasn’t the only one papa ‘adopted’. Apparently, they were looking for children with interesting quirks so they could use it for their own purposes...and for what the children said, those purposes weren’t good at all.

I couldn’t help but cry in desperation. When everything was going so sweetly, it felt like an anvil dropped right on top of my head and yet told me to move on and accept that was going to be my life now.

Once I saw papa again, they told me everything was going to be okay (again)...as long as I did as told. They were doing that for my own good and because they loved me, they stated. They’ve never acted like that before, but their expression freaked me out and, well, I was too small to fight back.

I wasn’t able to fight back anyway... I couldn’t be that ungrateful. How could I fight with someone who had givem me so much love all this time? Now I realize it was foolish of me to hold onto that, but back then? I just felt like I owed them this obedience.

And so...I obeyed. They wanted to use my quirk to take people away from wherever they wanted to act, or shut down cameras that would reveal their doings, or guide the other children around too. Even though I tried to bring myself to agree with everything, sometimes it was just too wrong for me to handle.

As a result, I would fail when I felt like that, and whenever I failed...I was punished.

[TW]

[END OF TW]

“‘You want me to toss you to the street? For you to survive on your own out there? You wouldn’t make it. And no one will want to take you in. I’m the only one who needs you and loves you, darling. This is the only place you’re safe and sound. With me, and doing what you’re good at.’ They would say for years. And I would believe it.”

“The only reason why I didn’t completely lose myself in those four years...was because I had Kei.

Kei has been my roomate since the day I met the other kids. She was my best friend, almost like the sister I never had. I really needed her, as much as she needed me. We’d look out for each other.

Currently, we were the only ones remaining of all the children.”

~o~

“We have to leave.” Out of the blue, Kei spoke in a firm tone.

“L-leave?” I questioned hesitantly, furrowing my eyebrows slightly.

“Yeah, leave! Get the heck out of here!” She growled, sitting on the bed and looking serious at me.“I can’t take this anymore. Look at us! We’re just pawns in this stupid little game! And completely disposable ones too!” She tried to remain angry, but I could see her lips trembled a little.“I never agreed to play this and neither have you! It’s just fair we start living our own f*cking lives!”

“W-watch your mouth, please...” I requested. Cursing made me really umconfortable.

“Sorry, sorry... But I don’t take all that back. We need to get outta here.” She claimed once again, going back to her firm tone.

“But... But papa will-” She cut my line when I started it.

“They’re notour papa. They’ve never been! I know that they treated you well and that you love him for it, but...look what they made us do. Look what they did to our friends. This is not good, Lot.”

“It..it really isn’t... But..I’m scared...” My voice trembled.“What if they find out? What if they hurt us again if they catch us? W-what if they’re right and we’ll never make it on our own out there?!”I stammered. It’s not that I didn’t agree with her, I was as hurt and wishing for better days as much as her, but at the same time... I didn’t have the courage to go. I was afraid they’d get us. “W-what if..they hurt you?”

“We will be stronger and older if we happen to meet them again.” She assured. “They won’t stand a chance against us. You don’t like doing these things, do you?”

I shook my head. “I-I don’t... It’s..it’s mean...”

“So you got your answer.” She concluded as I stared at her in silence, remaining hesitant. Kei took a deep breath and sighed, putting her hand over my shoulder.

“And it was on that night that we planned our escape. I was terrified, but tried to have hope that we were going to make it.”

~o~

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//I’m so glad you all are liking the story so far!! Oof this one got waaay longer than I planned ^^” but well, if you have questions, you may send~ eheheh

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Opposites. Rafael Barba

Rafael Barba Short Story.

Part One.

Summery: Meeting one December day by accident. Charlotte and Rafael fell in love without meaning too. A year and a half goes by and their relationship seems to be rocky. Will they be able to pull through and work it out? Or will they go their separate ways?

Warning: Angst. Swearing. Fluff. Also Scene Taken From Rent the Musical. (Obviously changed to fit my story.)

Proof Read? Sorry we no do that here.

Word Count: 1,430

no smut in this part sorry

Dictionary: Lo siento mucho- I am so sorry.Mi amor- My lovePor favor- Please.

To say they were complete opposites was a big understatement. Where Rafael preferred to over work himself in multiple cases and every now and then go to a theater to see a show. Charlotte Parks was all for fun. Going out, movies and to the bars. Laughing with friends and just being happy with life. She preferred to liveher life and not let it pass her by.

Now, you’re probably sitting there wondering. How did these two meet? Right?

It all started one week before Christmas....

Charlotte was busying herself as she was doing her last-minute gift shopping. Honestly, what was wrong with her? Not even Lottie knew. All the poor blonde girl knew was that she was rushing around. Drinking her third cup of coffee, Charlotte was turning a corner when she crashed into something. Sending the girl flying backwards. Her bags falling from her hands and the hot coffee, now covering part of the sidewalk and her shirt and jacket.

“f*ck!” she cursed, the coffee had been hot, and the crash made her cup be squished and went flying. Getting on her neck, unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing gloves either. so, Charlotte was in pain.

“Lo siento mucho!” A voice above her said, grabbing her attention.“I am so sorry.” he said again and started to pick up her bags. His briefcase on the ground. Another cup of coffee a little closer to the curb.

As if she had been put in a haze. Charlotte quickly snapped out of it.“Yeah... well, I’m sorry as well. Should probably slow down when making right turns.” she joked, finally picking herself up off the ground with a groan.

Rubbing her backside, Charlotte thanked him for handing back her gifts. Thankfully all were already wrapped and there was nothing fragile.

“Rafael Barba.” the man held his hand out after grabbing the case that was by his feet.

Grinning, Charlotte held her own hand out.“Charlotte Parks. Lovely to meet you Rafael Barba.” she nodded as they shook hands.“Wanna get some coffee? Seeing as I’m wearing what we had been drinking?” she laughed.

Little did the two of them know, that after getting coffee together after running into each other... -quite literallymind you. -

Now a year and a half later, Charlotte was dressed to the tens in one of her best dresses.Lottie was happy. It was a long, lace soft pink dress. The dressed dragged a little on the floor, but it made Charlotte feel beautiful.

It was perfect to play happy couple while in front of Rafael’s bosses. Not that Charlotte even wanted to go. Lately the two of them haven’t been able to agree on anything. Fighting left and right. Ignoring each other and sleeping separately.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had already agreed to go that night. She would have canceled. Not that she would do that to Rafael. Despite how mad they were at one other for stupid things. Charlotte knew deep in her heart; she loved that man with all she had. Even if he was a little jealous and not all that fun.

Not that she ever let it get to her. She knew her feelings for her Cuban lover. It wasn’t cause of his late hours and moody behavior that she was going to break up with him. What others see and what Lottie sees. It two different men. The Rafael Barba, Assistant District Attorney for Manhattan, mainly works SVU cases. He was a cold; hard ass determined to win and give his victims some peace after the suffering they go through. Then there was her Rafi. The man who would send her random texts during the day when he had the time. Calling her late night on the phone so she’s the last voice he hears. Cooking breakfast for her after spending the night together. The flowers and small gifts, letting her know he needs her after a specific hard case. That was the man she fell in love with. Not that people understood that.

Being thirty and Rafael almost 41. People gave them looks. It didn’t help that Charlotte looked younger than she was. They just never cared. They ignored the comments.

“Tonight, is gonna be a good night...” Charlotte told herself before going to answer her door.

Rafael was on the other side smiling. “Mi amor…” he said softly. Wrapping his arms around her. The two hugged and shared a soft kiss. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry…” but he was silenced when Charlotte pressed their lips together once again.

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. Honestly Rafi, you have a stressful job. I DO understand.” She said quietly and leaned their foreheads against one another.

Once in the car, riding to where the event was taking place that night. Charlotte found herself with a constant blush upon her cheeks. Taking in every compliment Rafael threw her way. The two held each other and kissed softly. Just as they were pulling up, Charlotte was sure to fix her makeup and allowed Rafael to help her out. It was some big gala for the Attorneys, Judges and such of New York. It was a big turn-out.

Inside, Charlotte being careful with her dress with each step. Even lifting it a little so she could walk without tripping. They managed to chat with a few people Rafael knew. Some even Charlotte knew from previous dinners like this. Though none before was ever so formal.

By the time the dinner part was over. Charlotte nodded to Rafael who excused himself to go talk with a judge. She wanted to finish her dessert still. So, when some guy came and sat next to her. Charlotte tried to be polite. Not that she was even paying him much attention. Just giving small “Hums” and “Ahs” she finished the cake and drank the rest of her wine. Standing up, the male doing the same. Charlotte took a step back when he stepped forward. The strong smell of vodka on his breath was something really unsettling.

Charlotte wasn’t even able to say anything before she was being dragged away. Turning her head to see Rafael with a scowl on his face. The girl wondered what happened to their night that had been going so well.

“What the hell are you doing? Half of these people here are my colleagues! Please don’t do this tonight!” he hissed in her ear. Making Charlotte wonder what it is he thought he had seen between vodka breath and her.

“Okay, you know what… Mr. Harvard Graduate! I can’t take much more of this! This obsessive, controlling, envious paranoia!” she snapped, finally having enough. Not even realize that the SVU squad was around. Or that the music had stopped. “That’s it! I’ve had it!”

“Lottie…”

“NO! Ever since New Year's, I haven't said a word about it. We do what you want to do Jesus! I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed you out! I didn't stay and dance at my friend’s engagement party because YOU wanted to go home!” She snapped at her boyfriend.

“Por Favor... you were letting some guy flirt with you there!” he said, not grasping on the fact that others around could hear their argument.

“Is that what this is about!? Rafael! There will ALWAYS be some guy flirting with me! Gimme a break!” she laughed at how stupid his excuse was. “Have I EVER given you ANY reason to not trust me? To not believe that I ONLY. LOVE. YOU!” she jabbed her finger into his chest with her last three words.

“Every single day, when I walk down the street to and from work. You know what I hear? ‘Baby so sweet!’ it’s not like that’s something I can help!” she shook her head and took a step away from the man. “You’re gonna have to choose. Take me baby or leave me. Cause I’m done feeling like it’s MY fault that guys flirt with me. I don’t approach them.” Charlotte turned around and went back to the table for her small clutch. Grabbing it, she rushed out of the room.

Ignoring all the eyes on her. She finally made it outside and waved down a cab. Inside, she ignored the calls from Olivia and Amanda. She missed seeing Rafael rush outside. The only thing Charlotte saw was her own heartache at that moment.

What was supposed to be such a good night, a night full of happiness. Turned out to be one of the worst nights of her life.

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💘 + lottie & casper!!

where they first met and how

They first met back in high school!! Almost everyone around town knows the last name “Dupont'' because of how long the family has been there and with what they are associated but i’m guessing hadn’t put her face with the name until one day she caught him and his friends pranking her locker (you know that gilmore girls gifset where they are writing a phone number and then the dude says “write mine” when he sees Alexis bledel? well like that lol)

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

aksjasa Casper has been flirting with her since the moment he saw her and the boy hasn’t stopped even after all these years of rejection. She started to “flirt back” only some months before feelings get involved (her flirt back is calling him an idiot, sending him spicy pictures and then blocking him lol)

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

this one is easy, Casper ahahah. Boy has been wiped since he was a teen ahahaha

where their first date was and what it was like

first real date when they are like, officially dating? Casper took her out for dinner and some drinks to a small restaurant with a view to the beach where they would sometimes meet each other before dating, it’s small enough to keep it intimate but also casual. Second date he takes her to see his band play and honestly she goes 👀👀 Their first is a little weird at first, i mean they have known each other for years now and Lottie has a hard time being emotionally vulnerable, but she tries so things gets better once the food is on the table ahahaah

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

i think casper has asked lottie out in every way you can imagine, but one of the biggest was when he asked out for prom; he did this big public thing and it officially backfired

who proposes first

casper, hands down! I honestly don’t know if marriage is something that Lottie ever thought she needed in her life, like she would be happy without it but if he wants to then she would say yes without thinking ♥

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

well they started making out and sleeping together (before an official relationship) and they were done kind of in secret, i think? mainly because of Lottie and her refusal to admit she had feelings or was actually interested in Casper

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

Casper proposes the same way he asked her for prom (the one that backfired lol) it’s really big and almost identical, his way of reminding her how long he has liked her. Lottie can’t believe she is saying “yes” to this but in a way can’t stop smiling and feels so lucky to have him in her life

if they adopt any pets together

My take is that they adopt another cat to keep lottie’s cat company!!!

who’s more dominant

In bed? definitely Casper hahaha

where their first kiss was and what it was like

I’m thinking their first kiss was either in the middle of the night in an empty street or in a really dark pub. It was definitely heated and angry; when things that have been building for a while inevitably explode (context: casper was probably teasing her and pushing Lottie’s buttons while they were arguing about something and she kind of snapped and kissed him)

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

Maaaaaaaaaaybe deep in the relationship they get matching mugs? I can’t really see Lottie wearing matching sweaters AT ALL nasbajkshajk. Oh and at some point she gifts him the same necklace she has with her birth stone

how into pda they are

I would say that once they are dating they are very into it. Lottie has no problem in making out in public or sitting on his lap

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Casper ♥

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

I think they meet a lot in each other’s home, mainly because it’s the place they are more comfortable doing whatever they are doing. But there is also this small bar/restaurant with a view to the beach where they accidentally met a few times that Lottie really likes. It’s small and comfortable and their official first date was there

who’s more protective

This one is a really close one but I think i’m gonna give it to Lottie, I think? She doesn’t have too many people she REALLY loves but she would fight with claws and teeth for the ones she does loves

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

after they finally kiss? jashajsa not long at all, maybe some weeks after it i’m guessing?

if they argue about anything

pre relationship? about everything lmao. Well mainly Lottie argues and Casper just pressing her buttons. In relationship they still do but not as much or seriously enough

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Casper aksjasa (i mean that photo of Lottie with the hickeys👀)

who steals whose clothes and how often

she steals A LOT of his tshirts

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

spooning!!!

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

mmmm I like to think that Lottie ends up asking Casper to teach her how to play the guitar, she finds it super sexy and she would really enjoy him teaching her. I think they would also enjoy sharing time together, she with a good book while he plays with his guitar in the same sofa

how long they stay mad at each other

Lottie can stay mad for weeks if the situation deserves, but a good number is probably some days and after that she slowly starts to let go. Casper gives me the vibe he can’t stay mad for too long ahahah

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

Casper likes his coffee with tons of sugar and Lottie orders one of those super sweet frappuccinos that are more sugar than coffee lmao

if they ever have any children together

Both Casper and Lottie are a little scared for being parents for different reasons, but after she accidentally gets pregnant and they kind of freak out at first, they kind of settle into it and are great parents

if they have any special pet names for each other

Lottie just calls him Casper or “idiot” lol

if they ever split up and / or get back together

once they get together they don’t split up again ♥

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor?)

I think it would be some kind of messy order if that makes sense? like clean dishes on the counter and maybe some clothes on the floor, probably a lot of things like books or paper over the tables but they know exactly where everything is. Definitely a lot of plants and candles

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

I think their first new year together is actually kind of nice? I’m thinking Lottie invites him to have dinner with her grandma and her! maybe he can bring his father if he wants too!! Her grandma is great at cooking and Lottie makes a delicious apple pie (honestly the only thing she knows how to bake lol). When midnight comes she doesn’t say anything but slowly and delicately interlaces their fingers; it's small and simple, but it means a lot. Lottie’s house is at the outskirts of town, so if it’s too late or there is too much snow, then he (and his father if he came) are more than welcome to stay the night…….

what their names are in each other’s phones

Casper's name changed a lot through the years lmao, at first it was “??????” then it move to “Casper Nahm” to “C*****” to “Casper DO NOT PICK UP” and now is just “Casper” lmao

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

Casper waits until Lottie closes the store and then walks her home talking about their day. Every Thursday they meet for lunch at the diner (maybe they also do it other days too but Thursdays is a must). And every anniversary, Lottie gifts Casper a guitar pick (plus his other gift)

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

askjasa i think Lottie is the first one to fall asleep but also the first to wake up, honestly she can fall asleep everywhere ahahah

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

Casper is the little spoon!!! And Lottie is the big spoon and totally loves it!

who hogs the bathroom

Casper, I didn’t have to even think about it haahhaah

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Lottie kills the spider with a lot of strength and passion hahahah

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Sexy panties to dirty nappies [Ben Hardy x F!Reader] IV

Words : 4, 200 K +

Warnings : angst, fluff, smut

Summary : Reader is eight months pregnant. The only problem ? She just find out. Yep, pregancy denial. Now, they only got one month to be ready for the baby. Ready…steady…go !

Note :Not you’re not dreaming !!! The new chapter is here after 16325 years of waiting !!! I think we got two maybe three more chapters before the eeeend

🌼Request are open🌼☀ Masterlist ☀

“It’s impressively well-done for a fake pregnant belly”

“It’s a real one”

“I mean look at the details and all, I can’t see the strap to take it off! ”

“I told you it’s my real skin, you dummy”

“You’re almost convincing sweetheart but you can’t be– holy sh*t ! Your fake stomach just f*cking kick me !”

“Joseph, for the tenth times, I’m pregnant and the kick you just felt, it’s our baby girl” You scoffed as the ginger man looked at your belly with wide eyes.

“But– I saw you in a thigh dress last month, I’m sure I wouldn’t have missed your...” He gestured to your swollen abdomen. “...imposing hum state”

You and Ben had currently some of your closest friends at your place and they were all shocked by the new but they mostly congratulated you for the baby’s coming. Joe couldn’t believe the pregnancy’s denial thing, not that he thought you were lying, he just had a hard time to process.

“Do you have any idea for a name ?” Lucy asked with a soft smile.

You and Ben glance at each other, whining a bit.

“Not really. I love Lottie but Ben don’t want it” You pouted childishly.

“It’s not even a name ! It’s basically Charlotte’s nickname but you don’t like Charlotte, it’s not my fault baby” Ben chatted back before tacking a sip of his beer, earning a roll of eyes from you. “You don’t like any of my idea, you had reject every name I proposed !”

“We’re not calling our daughter Esmeralda, Ben” You huffed as you lay back in the sofa, wiggling to find a comfortable position. “And Isabella is out too, I’m not giving my kid the name of the dumbass from Twilight” Joe snorted and shook his head, patting Ben’ shoulder.

“These names are rather lovely (Y/N)” Commented Gwilym with a shrug.

“Didn’t ask for your opinion Lee” You scoffed and snatched the crisp’ bowl from his hand, munching loudly the snack.

“Don’t worry, the hormones drove her mad, she’s mean with everyone Gwil” The blond winked at the brown-haired man. “She’s probably gonna cry in less than half an hour”

“Piss off Benny” You mumbled, moving like a worm on the sofa, the baby was jumping around your belly and the task of relaxing was nearly impossible. “What about Mina ? It’s cute”

“I love it” Lucy and Gwil nodded enthusiastically, Joe just shrugged.

“Nah, I’m not fan” The blond scratched his chin, thinking about other names. “Kelly ?”

“Urgh, no way. I was bullied by a Kelly in school, she was a real bitch” You shook your head, a hand massaging your swollen belly. “Ophelia?”

Your boyfriend whined and you sighed dramatically. The brainstorm for a name continued for a good twenty minutes, everyone proposing a name until you and Ben found one you both agreed on.

“Ellie. It’s perfect” You smiled and Ben smiled back, both of you reassured to find a name before the arrival of your daughter. “It’s short and adorable”

“Well done Gwil” Lucy gave a thumb up as he smiled proudly for finding the name.

“Mine was better” Grumbled Joe with a childish pout. “You could put as a her middle name”

“Ellie Skywalker Jones” Ben nodded and glanced at you “What’s do you think babe ?”

You raised your middle finger to the two men before wrapping protectively your belly with your arms.

“I think neither of you will be allowed in the hospital for the birth, I don’t trust any of you”

**

After a promise of paying the restaurant’s note next time you all going out, your friends accepted to help you to get the baby’s room ready. You were painting one of the wall in a light blue as was Lucy, both of you chatting during your task.

Joe and Ben were trying to find a way to put together the crib which it and more baby’ stuffs had arrive earlier during the day.

“So...do you feel ready for the baby hon ?” You stopped your movements and glanced at Ben who was already looking at you. You both knew the answer.

“f*ck no” Gwilym, Lucy and Joe laughed at your perfect synchronisation and Ben winked at you.

“But it’s not like we have any choice...it’s gonna be hard but we will find a way, right Benny ?” You asked and smiled lovingly when the blond stood up to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Of course, baby. We can manage a little human, million of people do it, so we can do it too” He ignored the exaggerated aaaawwwww of Joe and pressed a second kiss, on your nose this time. “But maybe you should rest for a bit now. You have been standing for hours baby” He gave you his famous puppy-eyes and for once, you didn’t object.

You hummed in agreement and sat in the rocking-chair, giving some rest to your swollen ankles. Ben smiled with relief and went back to the crib as Gwilym was hanging few decorations above it, following your instructions.

“I was wondering guys...since you’re not going to the concert next week, can I have your tickets ? I met a really pretty girl the other day and if–“

“What ? What concert ?” You cut Joe with a frown.

“Queen + Adam Lambert, did...did you forget ?” Gwilym looked at you and Ben’s dumbfounded faces and get his answer.

“Holy sh*t, is it next weekend ? I completely forget it !” You slapped your forehead with shock. This surprise baby made you forget the concert you were waiting for practically a year. “f*ck, I will be still pregnant for the gig !” You stood up and cursed loudly, looking dramatically at Ben. “What are we going to do ?”

“What do you mean ? We’re not going, baby” The blond stated the situation like it was the most obvious answer ever. You scoffed, outraged by his reply and he shook his head, feeling the fight coming. “(Y/N), you’re eight months pregnant, you’re not going to any concert”

“But it’s Queen ! I’m waiting for that since I’m a little kid !” You reacted like a brat but honestly, the only thought of missing the gig made your blood boiled. “I’m going !”

“You’re not going anywhere” Ben snapped and crossed his arms, looking firmly at you. “Joe, you can have our tickets, there are in the kitchen, behind the echography of Ellie”

Lucy and the two boys looked awkwardly at each other at your bickering and quietly exited the room to let you both speak alone.

“Joe, you better don’t touch my ticket !” You warned as he shook his head and closed the door behind him. “I’m going Ben, I don’t need your permission” You humphed angrily and finished to put the big cloud sticker on the wall, ignoring Ben’s deep sigh.

“(Y/N), don’t be stupid please. We have standing’s tickets, you can’t go in crowd and stand for three hours in your state” You knew he was right but his tone was annoying you. He was scolding you like if you were a kid. “Be serious for a minute, I want to go too but I’m not going because you can’t”

“But I want to go” You whined and felt tears watering your eyes. You hated crying but since you were pregnant, every little thing that upset you, also made you cry. “I’m sure we can exchanged our standing tickets for seating tickets...”

“I said no, it’s too dangerous ! Jesus, stop being so childish (Y/N), for f*ck’ sake ! We’re going to have a baby, if you don’t want to be a bad mother, you need to grow the hell up” Your lower lip was trembling after Ben’s harsh words, trying to suppress your sobs. The blond cursed and immediately regretted his words. “No, babe, I’m sorry. That’s not what I wanted to say, I–“

“Save it Ben” You cut him, coldly and made your way out of the baby’s room, sniffling quietly.

You were hurt. Very hurt. His words stung in you like poison, you were already doubting about your capacity of being a mum and now it was even worse. The rest of the flat was empty, your friends probably left at the uncomfortable situation. Great.

“Baby, please. Forgive me, I didn’t mean any of this. I’m just f*cking nervous” Ben pleaded as he followed you in the kitchen. “I’m sorry” You ignored him and graciously wiped your nose with your – Ben’s – jumper’ sleeve before grabbing a cookie’s box, crunching one of them angrily. “Babe, talk to me, please”

“f*ck off” You replied and made your way to your room, slamming it in Ben’s face and carefully locking it behind you.

“(Y/N), let’s talk about it, you can yell at me as long as you want” He knocked on the door but you stayed silent. You muffled your cries with your hand and slid in your bed, feeling exhausted. Hormones were amplified all of your emotions and maybe you were overacting a bit but you couldn’t control yourself. For now, you were vexed. “Baby, I’m sorry, I really am. Please, let me in”

Ben’s voice was sounding lower as you slowly drifted into sleep, mouth half-parted as small snores echoed in the room.

**

When you woke up, you were feeling much better. Hungry and craving for cuddles. You felt stupid to react so dramatically, Ben would never hurt you on purpose and he wasn’t totally wrong about what he said. He was a bit clumsy with his words but he didn’t mean any hurt. You unlocked the door and went looking for Ben, walking frankly around the messy flat.

“Ben ? Frankie ?” You heart started racing violently as the thought that he left you all alone. That it, he had enough with you and left you and the baby.

You put a hand on your chest, feeling it raising quickly under the anxiety. You started crying and kept calling Ben’s name with a weak voice. You were ridiculous, deep inside, you knew he didn’t leaves you but your emotions were all over the place, messing badly with your rational mind. After five long minutes of more sobbing and intense fear, – raising a baby all by yourself ? Nightmare – the front door open.

“In, Frankie. Good girl” Ben cooed as the dog immediately ran to you, her little tail wagging excitedly. “Baby, what’s wrong ?” the blond looked at you worriedly and quickly closed the door before joining you on the sofa.

“You’re back” You murmured with round, teary eyes that made Ben’s heart melted.

“Of course, I’m back, baby. ‘ Was just walking Frankie” His big, warm hands flew to your wet cheeks, brushing it softly. “I’m not going anywhere, I already told you that (Y/N), you stuck with me forever, you and little Ellie” He pressed his lips on yours, several times as you sighed with relief, your fingers clenching around his forearm. “I brought you this veggie burger from Byron that you love so much” He added in a whisper, his mouth curled in a cheeky smile.

“With sweet potatoes ?” You asked with the sweetest, hopeful voice, Ben’s chuckling softly at your tone.

“Two portions of sweet potatoes for my pretty girl” He confirmed and you kissed his cheeks, wiping your wet eyes with a hungry smile. “I’m gonna make your plate, ‘kay ?” You nodded and he disappeared in the kitchen, Frankie immediately stealing his spot.

You scratched her ears with a loving smile while she rolled on her back, exposing her tummy for some more rubbing, her cute little pink tongue poking out. The blond came back, two plates on his hands before putting the little stool, to rest your feet on, in front of you. The sight of the deliciously greasy burger made your stomach grumbled loudly. You both silently ate your dinner, Ben stealing you soft glances from time to time, your plate resting on the top of your round belly as you eagerly stuffed your mouth with chips.

“About what I said earlier...”

“No, Ben, let’s forget that okay ? You were right, I acted like a little bitch, I was being stupid” You took a large sip of your soda and waved him off, licking your greasy fingers.

“Hey, I shouldn’t have talk you like this either, ‘m sorry baby” His plump lips pressed on your shoulder, making you smiled inevitably.

You wiped your fingers into a napkin and slid them on his cheeks, bringing in face to yours, kissing him cheekily. Ben moved the plate from the top of your tummy and pushed him away somewhere on the coffee table without breaking the kiss. You sat on his lap, bowing your neck to keep your lips connected, trying to ignore the soreness of the gesture but with your massive body between the two of you, it wasn’t really easy.

Ben lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin as you softly gasped at the nice sensation. But then little Ellie decided to wake up, giving this steamy moment a weird dimension. The baby was pretty energetic, kicking hard until Ben stopped, sighing.

“Is it only me or you also find weird to make out when this little co*ckblocker is awake ?” He narrowed his eyes, looking suspiciously at your swollen belly.

“Definitively” You pouted and let a light peck on his cute nose before getting back on your spot, your hand rubbed on your tummy. “Shush baby...aren’t you a jealous little thing ? Not letting your mama getting a well-deserve quickie on the sofa, that wasn’t really nice” You cooed at your belly, your daughter kicking back even harder at the sound of your voice.

“Can’t wait to have this little girl out of her Mummy because this is my spot, and I don’t like sharing” He gave you smug smile and avoid the cushion that you threw to him. “What ? I’m sick of using my hand, didn’t jerk myself off that much since high school. Miss our long, hot night of sex very much” He whispered the last sentence into your ear, bringing a shiver down your spin.

You whined. Loudly.

“Me too baby. God, that awful, I’m so horny and I can barely move” You cried as your gently tugged on Ben’s hairs. His gorgeous lips teasing you as he ran a tongue on it.

“As soon as we have a night just for ourself, m’ gonna take care of you, no co*ckblocker and no big belly to stop me this time” He brushed his lips against your lobe and moved away, his eyes matching your excitation. “Soon, baby, soon”

You nodded with a pout and grabbed back your plate, munching your burger as you ignored the knot of desire in your lower belly.

“Do you want my pickle ?” His fingers wiggled the large american pickle in front of your lips, mouth twitching up in a co*cky smile. “It’s leaking, wanna taste ?” You knew he was teasing you and he was having too much fun with his dirty talk, he rubbed the head of the pickle on your closed mouth, knowing damn well that the baby was too awake to do anything right now.

His amused face turned into a most serious one when you decided to play his game too, giving a kitten lick on the pickle, your doe-eyes looking right him innocently. You hummed appreciatively and chuckled as his Adam’s apple bobbed visibly. You wrapped your lips around the vegetable, sucking on it with exaggerated noises only destined to frustrate him more. His cheeks were becoming pink at your gestures, his free hand sliding into his pants, palming himself at the sight, imagining your lips wrapped around him rather than this stupid pickle.

“You like that Ben ?” You murmured in a slu*tty voice, trying your best to not burst in laugh at his flustered state. Men were really weak. He nodded softly, groans leaving his parted mouth as his co*ck was throbbing in his hand, begging for some release. You put back your lips and moaned loudly around it, your hands pressing on his thighs co*ckily. “That what you get when you tease me, you twat” You crunched on the pickle and moved back, giggling at his wide eyes and burning face.

“You’re...the devil, woman” He chocked out in a strangled voice, stopping the movements of his hand. You stole the rest of the pickle and ate it nonchalantly, ignoring his pleading look. “Babe” He rubbed his nose on your neck. “Baby” He whined against your skin, his hot breath tickling you. “Please, my love. Need you. So badly” He caught your hand and pressed it onto his boner, showing you how much he needed you.

“Humm, what do I get if I land you a hand ?” You purred with a cheeky smile, your fingers brushing on his hard-on.

“Everything you want baby, please” You grinned in satisfaction and pressed your lips on his jaw, biting it slightly as your hand wrapped around his length, earning a loud gasp.

“Alright, you owned three girl nights once the baby is born, whenever I want” You glanced at him and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyway, he slid down his jeans and underwear, exposing his magnificent purple-head co*ck to you. “And you give me a massage tonight” You added with a smirk, your thumb teasing the top of his leaking dick. Ben sighed uncomfortably at your sweet torture and nodded eagerly, his hips bucking into your grip. “And a real massage baby, not a five-minutes-and-im-too-tired one ! With the relaxing oil I bought last–“

“Jesus (Y/N) !Yes, yes, yes ! Everything you want baby, can you just jerk me off ?” His head was threw back in the sofa, eyes closed and face twisted in need.

“So romantic my love” You joked and slowly started moving your hand up and down, nails slightly grazing on him, bringing your lips back on his neck. “How do that feel ?”

“So good baby. So so so good” He whimpered as your other hand went on his balls, massaging them gently. “sh*t, how can you hand be so much better than mine ?” The blond kept his eyes shut, chest panting as his release was quicky building.

“For the same reason than I prefer your fingers in my puss* rather than mine” You murmured against his lips, grinning at his long and deep moan. “Feel so nice when you touch me, always hitting the right spot” You bit his bottom lip, quickening your speed around his co*ck.

“God, I love this dirty mouth of yours” He breathed as he opened his lust-filled eyes. “Kiss me” You pressed a simple kiss on his mouth, earning a disapproval groan from your boyfriend. “A real– f*ck, a real kiss baby”

“I taste like pickle Ben” You giggled and wrinkled up your nose. “Yuck”

“Like I f*cking care, gimme a kiss baby” You happily complied and slid your tongue into his mouth, adding some pressure on his hard member as you other hand flew back on his neck. “Oh my– feel so good! I’m gonna cum baby! sh*t sh*t sh*t !” He sang in a high pitched voice as you praised him until he jerked in your hand with a throaty groan.

You wiped your hands covered in sticky cum on Ben’s shirt who gave you a dirty look but didn’t say anything. You just jerked him off, knowing you wouldn’t have any release in return, he better kept his mouth shut.

**

Few days later you were doing your exercise of the day : Walking to the elevator, get in it, walking even more graciously to the box letters, grabbed the mails and then going back to your flat in the same way. It was noting but it made you sweated and groaned every time.

You sat – more like grovelled – into the sofa, patting a sleepy Frankie and looked over the mails, putting the bills on the table with a grimace. You made your way to Ben’s office, dropping his work mails on the desk but your eyes fell on a large envelop, with the name of his agent on it. You furrowed your brows and took the envelop, wondering what it was. You curiosity would kill you one day.

“I hope for you Benjamin Jones that I’m wrong and it’s not what I think it is...” You mumbled with annoyance, trying to see through the envelop.

Ben had the bad habit to accept projects before talking to you, to avoid a drama. We ask for forgiveness, not for authorisation. But now you had a baby coming very soon and if you found out this asshole was away for a photo shoot or an interview somewhere else than in London...someone gonna be in big troubles. You were becoming angry and scared. He wouldn’t do that, he couldn’t. Now you were pacing in the room, trying to relax and not becoming too paranoiac. Too late. You grabbed the envelop and looked for the little knife that Ben used to opened his mails.

“Watcha doing ?” You dropped everything on the floor with a loud gasp, catched red-handed. Ben smirked at your guilty face, walking to you. “What did I do for you to search through my boring work stuffs hum ? That not where I keep the naughty photos my fans send me, you know that” He joked before placing a kiss on your hair, rubbing gently your belly.

This wanker came back from the gym quicker than you expected.

“And why are you trying to make go in early-labour, you ass” You groaned in a loud breath, heart beating quickly from the scare he just gave you. The blond chuckled, clearly picking on your mood but he was used to it now. “What is in this envelop ?” You shook it in front of your boyfriend’s face.

“Hum...nothing” The british lied and quickly grabbed the mail from your hand, taking it away.

“Benjamin! What is it ?” You slapped his chest to make him drop the envelop but he shook his head, refusing to tell you.

“Nothing baby, I swear ! Just boring work” He smiled innocently to you and it made you even more upset.

“Oh my god Ben ! Tell me ! You better not leave the city during the first year of your daughter’s life or I’m gonna castrate you !” You shoved an angry finger in his chest before pinching roughly one of his nipple, making him gasp painfully.

“f*ck (Y/N) ! You hurt me” He whined like a child but at least you get the mail back in your hand. You smirked at him and started to open it under Ben’s annoyed gaze. “Okay, go on, you minx, ruin my surprise” The blond crossed his arms and rubbed his torso, mumbling about his nipple hurting.

You chewed your lips in hesitation, maybe it was really a surprise and you were just acting bratty. You sighed and gave him back the mail, half opened. You pouted and walked away, hormones making you crazy. You wanted to cry, to yell or just taking a nap you didn’t know. But the envelop was still in your though, making you wondering too much. And Ben being the perfect boyfriend he was, knew that too. That why he came sit next to you on the sofa, handing you the mail.

“I wanted it to be a surprise until the last minute but I know you gonna drive yourself mad with this, so here, open your present” You squealed in excitement, sending him the wider smile ever. “But please don’t go in early labour, that would literally ruin my present” He added, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Can’t promise anything Benny” You crutched your nose, taking out two shiny pieces of paper from the mail, eyes practically popping out of your face. “No, you didn’t ! Oh my god Ben !” You let out a scream in high-pitched voice and the blond covered his ears as the sound but a satisfied smile was on his lips.

It was two tickets for a Queen + Adam Lambert concert but this time, it was not standing but seating tickets, on a private balcony, much better for a very pregnant woman. You quickly wiped away the few tears on your cheeks and grabbed Ben’s neck, kissing his mouth several times, babbling several thank you.

“I’m glad you’re happy, baby” You buried your head into his neck, his large palms rubbing your swollen belly, his head on yours.

“I though you didn’t want me to go with little Ellie” You murmured against his skin, feeling overwhelmed by love for this incredible man.

“Well, it way safer tickets and it’s probably the last very exciting thing we’re gonna do before the baby so...yeah, let’s go see Queen” He replied with an amused tone.

“You’re damn right, Jones” You put your hand over his, both of you giggling at the kick from little Ellie “See, she is very excited too ! Baby girl gonna dance with Mommy on saturday night !”

Ben gave you a warning look and you pinched your lips, amused.

“Or we can just occasionally wiggle on our seat to not worry daddy to much” You added with an innocent smile.

“Much better” Ben agreed with a grin.

**

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the fading home

A Patron reward for the wonderful @princessbatteringram, who graces me with allowing me to play with her amazing OCs. This time we have a return of Lottie/Bela with an appearance by their adopted nonbinary kiddo, Sparrow.

Fandom: Dragon Age II

Title: The Fading Home

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Isabela/Lottie Hawke, mostly family feels

Summary:She knew the moment the sky shattered into spirals of green that her life would change because of it but, as usual, knowledge makes nothing easier.

Notes: Isabela’s POV (she’s not dealing well with Lottie having to leave to get to Skyhold), rambling, many feels.

Word count: 1763

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Day is breaking, and so is the sky. The cottage is at the foot of the mountains, and winter rushes down with its frozen breath, coating everything in delicate patterns of frost. Isabela doesn’t normally wake early, but there is nothing normal about today. She knew the moment the sky shattered into spirals of green that her life would change because of it but, as usual, knowledge makes nothing easier.

Two letters, one from Varric and the other from Alistair were delivered days ago, sealing the upheaval of Isabela’s life. She knows her wife, but she’d hoped the whole running into danger to save the world part of their lives was over. She still craves adventure and always will, but she is no longer willing to accept the risk of loss. She has built a life from the ashes with Lottie, and it has become her normal. Varric occasionally teases her in his long-winded letters about settling down, and once upon a time she would have hated that and would have done everything in her power to prove him wrong, but now what she hates is the thought of all of this disappearing.

They’ve spent years on ships, her and Lottie, but now Sparrow is in their family too. It was Isabela who suggested spending some time on land, surprising both herself and her wife. Ground under her feet has ceased to suggest a lack of freedom, but actually craving some time in which nothing would happen other than domesticity is still a new concept. Despite the newness, Isabela has enjoyed every second, up until the sky broke and shattered all the illusions of futures she’s created in her mind.

She wants to be back in bed, to hold on to Lottie until the day passes with her staying, but Lottie must leave, and Isabela must get used to her absence once more. She’s forgotten how, which seems irrational, but after all they’ve been through she thought they were owed at least this. She’s also forgotten that being married to Lottie Hawke means that nothing can ever stay calm. Isabela’s restless thoughts have turned to superstition a few times, worrying that she should’ve stuck to the sea and sailed with Lottie and Sparrow far away, where no messenger could reach them, but she knows the Champion’s duties are inescapable. She knows what Lottie is, knows what Lottie must do, knows that her wife will always need to help in some way instead of letting the world crumble into dust, but Isabela still resents it at times. She resents it most now that she’ll have to watch Lottie go without Isabela at her side. They have Sparrow’s safety to think of now, and so Isabela must stay back from the fight, and it’s so very jarring that Isabela hasn’t been able to taste anything other than fear and bitterness for days. It must be done. She hates it, but her need to protect her family must be divided now.

The breaking sun does little to alleviate the chill in the wind, and Isabela knows she should go back inside, but the cottage is old and creaky and Lottie and Sparrow need their rest so Isabela keeps pacing around the cottage in disarrayed patterns. She’s wearing so many damnable layers but she’s still shivering, so she walks faster, frost crackling under her boots. She keeps looking back at the cottage like it’s about to be assailed. It’s been their haven, a beautiful comfortable escape. It was always meant to be temporary, but it was never meant to be stolen from them too soon.

Isabela has woken late every day until now to the sound of Lottie and Sparrow laughing, chasing each other through the garden and then bursting through the bedroom door with arms full of late autumn flowers and sweet-smelling herbs. The cottage belongs to some old acquaintance of Lottie’s, someone grateful for some favour that Lottie has bestowed, someone with another house in the middle of civilisation. Isabela found herself enjoying the peace of isolation, cooking spicy Rivaini stews while Sparrow and Lottie experimented with tea leaves they found in beautifully painted boxes laden with dust, mementoes of other people’s past lives.

Isabela told Sparrow stories in the firelight until they fell asleep and Lottie carried them to bed, returning by the fire to rest her head in Isabela’s lap. They’d talk of everything and nothing, and drink brandy, and kiss, and Isabela hadn’t thought she’d have a home on land, but she realised her home would be found in any place she shared with her wife. And now, Lottie is going somewhere Isabela can’t follow.

Despite having been part of their family for a while now, Sparrow still goes from sleeping to awake instantly, like they still constantly need to watch their own back. Lottie is the one who usually gets out of bed around the same time, but Isabela is always aware of both of them, even when she sleeps in as much as she likes. She knows that she won’t do much luxuriating in bed in the coming months, but her instinct alerts her to movement in the cottage. She’s almost next to the door, so she can hear the floorboards creaking, following Sparrow’s steps as they bounce from one edge of the hall to another, hurriedly making their way to the bedroom door, which opens with a bang. Isabela can hear Sparrow saying ‘mama!’ followed by a muffled sound of protest from Lottie, and it’s heartbreakingly normal in a way that makes Isabela walk around the cottage once more before heading inside.

Isabela sat next to Lottie well into the dark of night, planning the moves ahead and how to react according to what would come. Isabela knows how long to wait without news until making her way back to sea. Lottie knows where to write and where to go if everything goes to sh*t. They’ve done as much as they could within the magnitude of everything they don’t know and can’t control, but it gives Isabela little comfort. She’s so tired of fighting the battles of others, so tired of living in constant threat. It’s all she’s wanted to leave behind, but now she must watch, and plan, and not let herself be consumed by fear. She can’t protect Lottie, but she can protect Sparrow.

When she finally goes back inside, warmth envelops her, but she can’t quite rub the feeling back into her hands. The sound of the door alerts Sparrow, who’s ensconced in a pile of blankets on the bedroom floor, with the hat they’ve once more stolen from Isabela crookedly placed on their head.

‘Captain!’ they say, and Isabela rolls her eyes but Sparrow has never been impressed by that, not even the day they met. Sparrow tends to call her ‘Bela’ like Lottie does, but their uncle Varric kept calling Isabela ‘captain’ until Sparrow started imitating him, to his endless amusem*nt

‘Sweet bird, I can’t be a captain, nor an admiral, if I am without my hat,’ she says, and by the time Sparrow reaches out with both hands to hold on to the hat, Isabela has danced around them and reclaimed it.

Sparrow laughs, loudly and gleefully, their tooth gap on display, and Isabela is painfully reminded of how young they are and how much they need the safety of a home and a family.

Lottie’s head is buried under a mountain of pillows, but her hand is tense where she’s clutching the blanket Sparrow hasn’t stolen, and Isabela’s heart sinks further when she realises Lottie’s warmth will be gone from their sheets by evening, so she walks out of the room to hide the expression on her face.

Sparrow falls after her into the small kitchen, enticed by the idea of preparing breakfast for ‘mama’. They accompany Isabela’s cooking with a terrible Fereldan song that no one sees her smile along to, and then Lottie joins them. She distracts Sparrow by drawing ice petals along the window, her magic almost crackling in the air, and Isabela desperately wishes she could preserve this forever but she can’t.

They all pick at their food, and Isabela doesn’t watch Lottie saying goodbye to Sparrow. She will not cry. She is an admiral of the seas, a leader of ships, and she will not cry.

She walks outside with Lottie while Sparrow stays in the warmth of the cottage. Lottie will walk to the nearest village, where a mount is waiting, and from there to the new Inquisition and a broken sky and an uncertain future dealing with the ghosts of the past.

They end up standing in the middle of the road, Lottie looming over Isabela with her unfair height advantage and Isabela still wearing her hat, feeling more powerless than she has in years. Lottie’s hair is shorter than it used to be, but it still falls into her eyes and Isabela still brushes it away, and her hands will miss Lottie, her entire body will, let alone her mind.

‘Bela, I-‘

Isabela kisses her instead of letting her finish because they’ve never been ones for words on momentous occasions. There’s desperation in the kiss and in their hands, Isabela accidentally brushing against the sharp end of Lottie’s staff in her haste to hold on to her shoulders, Lottie grabbing her hips and picking her up in that way that Isabela scolds her for to hide how it makes her knees turn weak.

They breathe together until snow starts dancing around them on the wind and Isabela is shaking again, and Lottie has to go because light fades fast, but Isabela has to force herself to let go.

Lottie looks at her with those captivating eyes of hers and her kissed mouth, and Isabela has to let her go, has to stay behind.

‘Come back to me, Lottie Hawke,’ she says, trying to keep her voice steady when Lottie takes her hand and kisses her palm, her lips warm against Isabela’s cold skin.

‘Is that an order, admiral?’ Lottie asks, her grin trying its best to seem carefree.

Isabela laughs shakily and lets her hand linger along the pulse point at Lottie’s neck just to feel the rhythm of her heart beating.

‘If you don’t I’ll have to chase after you wherever you might be. You know I can’t allow mutiny.’

Lottie smiles and presses her forehead to Isabela’s and they share one last breath before Isabela turns, making her way back to the cottage, and refusing to watch Lottie walk away from her.

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