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¿Puede la ondulación cambiar una marea? part three

Have you ever imagined what would happen if instead of of making Ambar Sol, Sharon would have aproached her problem with more level-headedness? What if, instead of throwing her daughter's life into a curve she just fires the Valentes, in hopes that they go back to Mexico and never find out the truth? Well, it was never going to be that easy, "everything you want you can achieve" being the family motto and all the for the Valentes after all. Monica and Miguel, could easily find another job, and so they do, with another family. A family that ends up being a bit of a surprise for Luna and all her friends

“Sharon!” Alfredo entered the dining room as Sharon had just sat down. “We need to talk.”

“Papa, it can wait. We are just about to eat.” Sharon waved her father away.

“No, it can’t wait,” Alfredo shook his head, “I still don’t understand you icka. How could you have fired the Valentes?”

“This is my house,” Sharon just shook her head, “I don’t owe you any explanations about my staffing decisions.”

“Do you even know where they are?” Alfredo continued, “Aren’t you concerned in the slightest?”

“It’s not my concern…”

“Relax Alfredo,” Ambar walked to the table, rolling her eyes, “They're fine.”

“Ambar, this is a grown-up conversation,” Sharon tried to interrupt but Alfredo ignored her.

“Do you know where they are? Are they alright?”

“More than fine, working at the Peridas,” Ambar huffed, “I should have figured that. Luna probably fixed it with Nina, she’s Gastón’s girlfriend.”

“So, you know them?” Alfredo looked at Sharon again.

“I am aware of Isla and Marco Perida, yes,” Sharon huffed, “Two upstarts from Cordoba’s slums, thinking that they can just fool themselves into circles they don’t belong in. They’re pretenders who won’t stay on top for long.”

“They have stayed there for over ten years now,” Ambar mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Rey!” Sharon ordered after the dinner had been eaten, “Tell me that you have new intel on the Valentes.”

“I have been doing the research,” Rey started, “What your goddaughter just said is accurate. Peridas have a son who runs in the same circles as Luna and, her friend, who we have seen here as well, is involved with him. Funnily enough, it took a while to even confirm that there even was a child…”

“Did you think that I wanted to hear about teenagers' love-quarrels?!” Sharon snarled at Rey. “I need solutions! Valentes need to be stopped and them staying there is dangerous!”

“Forgive me, Mrs. Benson, but how is this dangerous?” Rey scratched the back of his neck, “The danger was keeping them here, because Luna’s memories may return.”

“They were supposed to go back to Mexico and forget about us, now that is not possible,” Sharon shook her head, “Now, if Luna ever tries to find out about her past, those idiots will want to help and if she ever finds out the truth, Valentes will have allies, powerful ones. We can’t let that happen.”

“So, what do you suggest we do?”

“I will need to start at the source. Get a word out to the Peridas. Maybe it’s time I have them over for tea. Those two are young and inexperienced. This should be easy.”

***

“Monica, I have to go run some errands.” Miguel said as he got up from a table in the kitchen.

“Can you grab some basil for me?” Monica asked while stirring her bowl on the stove, “I forgot to add it in the grocery order and the dinner will not be complete without it. I would go myself, but I need to keep my eye on this batter, so it doesn’t curdle.”

“Of course.” Miguel nodded.

“These are the times I really do miss Amanda, but…”

“But surely you don’t miss anything else there?” Miguel crossed his arms amused, “You can admit that you’re happier here.”

“I am,” Monica nodded, “You’re right. They’re good people here, and this is a much more staple place for us and for Luna to grow up.”

“I knew you would come around,” Miguel smirked, “I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“See you,” Monica smiled and turned back toward her custard on the stove. She needed to raise the heat next. She turned around again as she heard a door open.

“Senora, do you want something?”

“I just came to get some coffee—” Senora Isla said as she walked into the kitchen from the side door, “—to get my mind off that meeting I was just in.”

“I’ll get you that in a second,” Monica said while still stirring the pot on the stove.

“No no no,” Senora Isla said as she walked over to the counter, “You’re busy with that. I can get my own coffee. It’s nothing fancy anyway; we both just drink it black.”

“As you wish, Senora,” Monica nodded and turned back to her pot.

“What is that?” Senora Isla asked after putting the coffee machine on. “I have to say that I am not very familiar with all the Mexican cuisine. We have traveled our fair share, but not actually been to Mexico that many times.”

“Chocoflan,” Monica responded, “One of my signatures. I hope you’ll like it.”

“I am sure we will,” Isla smiled as she leaned on the counter, “You have lived up to and over any expectations we ever could have had. You know, I used to dream of having a private chef when I was younger. I’m the oldest of three with a single mother, so cooking dinner was often my job after school. My mother actually wanted to be a cook, or pastry chef to be more precise, but life came in her way. She worked as a waitress and a restaurant manager, and was good at her job, but Cordoba’s economy was so terrible—it still is—that the places went bankrupt faster than you could believe. She did what she had to do so we could manage somehow after my father died.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Monica had thought that Miguel’s assumption that Senora Isla and Senor Marco might have been previously poor, had been quite of a generalization. Apparently, he had been right, they had been poor and struggled once upon a time, after all.

“I was 14 years old. He was a firefighter, risking his life every day for strangers, only to die on his way to shift. His lieutenant was the one to pull him out of the wreck. The best ones always get taken away from us too soon. Both of Marco’s parents succumbed to cancer when we were in university, he had to have custody of his brother for a few months.”

“Why did you decide to move here?”

“We got a chance, and we took it.” Isla answered, “We had no choice, and we couldn’t let our only child grow up the way we did. There is no bettering yourself at Cordoba… Was it hard for you to leave your family in Mexico?”

“Most of our family was back in Mexico City, while we were at Cancun” Monica explained, “So we were already separated. But there were only cousins mostly, neither Miguel nor I had any siblings and we’re not close to our parents. The offer Mrs. Benson made for us was huge and we thought it could change everything for us and for Luna. Obviously, we didn’t fully know what we got ourselves into, given everything that had happened. We wanted for Luna to have her best chances, that's all that really mattered.”

“I totally understand that,” Isla nodded, “She is such a sunshine, honestly super big joy to have around. She must have been such a happy baby.”

“Probably, but we wouldn’t know.” Monica responded, “She was like that when we adopted her.”

“She’s adopted?”

“Yes, when she was three.”

“Couldn’t tell. She looks quite like you two,” Isla pointed out before frowning, “Can I ask, why you decided to adopt? You don’t need to answer that if you’re not comfortable—”

“It’s fine, we’re quite open about it,” Monica shook her head, “I have a severe case of cervical insufficiency, so it can’t be cured and helped in any way. I can’t carry a child.”

“I’m so sorry about that. It must have been a hard blow to come to terms with it.”

“It was, when we found out…it took a few years for us to figure out what to do.”

“I know how it feels,” Isla looked at her hands for a moment, “I had a hysterectomy when I was 24.”

“So young?” Monica looked at her astonished, “What happened?”

“We still don’t exactly know. Almost a year after I had given birth, they found a tumor or cyst on my ovaries. First, they thought it was cancer, but then it wasn’t, but I still was dying, and they didn’t know what it was. There was some treatment they offered us, but it was experimental, there was no guarantee it was going to work, and we couldn’t afford it. The choice was easy in the end. When it is either live or die, you choose to live, especially when you have a husband and a son who needs you. Obviously, otherwise it has not always been easy, Marco and I always wanted to have many children. My sisters, one has four, the other has five, so sometimes you wonder what if, but what I have learned is that you should never count your blessings. We have been so blessed in more ways than one, my father and Marco’s parents have been looking over at us from heaven.”

The coffee maker dinged, and Isla turned to grab a cup from a cupboard.

“Oh, I need to mention this to you now before I forget,” She said after she had finished pouring her cup, “We are definitely hosting some sort of event here soon. All of my friends, who I have told about you, are so jealous. We can't gatekeep you forever.”

“Event?” Monica asked as she went back to the stove.

“Something like it,” Isla nodded, “Nothing massive, this place isn’t that big. Bigger events would need to happen at the Villa, but we don’t really do those, not until…well, we are hoping that we will get to host a wedding someday. Not to get ahead of myself here… Nina is a lovely girl and obviously they are young, but sometimes you can’t help but hope that something more permanent might maybe come from it…someday—”

Her phone started ringing.

“Well, work calls, again.” Isla noted as she took her phone into her hand and started walking away from the kitchen, answering the call. “Isla Perida.”

Monica turned back toward her pudding. Miguel definitely was right. She quite liked their new employers, and it did seem like they had been through a lot.

***

“We need to get back to training as soon as possible as the rink is open again,” Luna said to Nina as they were sitting at the kitchen doing their homework, “I hope the new coordinator is nice.”

“Everything worked out in the end,” Nina nodded while drawing a formula on her notebook, “Although Mom and Dad will still be going at it for the cameras…especially now when Dad has “won”. It will take some time for Mom to accept that. I guess I could just ignore them.”

“How do you do this?” Luna groaned at her chemistry homework, “I don’t get it.”

“Look,” Nina showed her own notebook to Luna, “The way you calculate the amount of substance is by looking at the balanced reaction equation. The relation between the compounds is the same. If you know one, you know the other. Plus, you have too much oxygen on the product side so the numbers are off.”

“Oh,” Luna tilted her head while looking at her calculations, “Right… How are you so good at all of this?”

“I’m not good at everything,” Nina shrugged, “I just manage. Some come naturally, some don’t. Physics for example, is not easy for me all the time. I have been needing help with some of the things this year.”

“Who has been helping you?” Luna questioned, “Because it has not been me. I suck at chemistry, but it’s not like I am any better at the other sciences.”

“Gastón has been helping me,” Nina smiled, “He has such a mind for physics and mathematics in general. He’s also amazing at teaching, has been way more patient than someone else would be with me and my thousand stupid questions… but he also loves me so… Actually, the things we had today in physics, I need to ask him about those. The new teacher is not helping at all. I miss Mr. Cretá.”

“I think Mrs. Ìlko is sweet,” Luna rolled her eyes slightly, “But I didn’t get any of it either. Have you told Gastón that you’re here?”

“Not yet,” Nina smiled again. In her personal, absolutely biased, opinion, she really loved the whole set up. Now that Luna was also here, she was able to see Gastón so much more often, given that she now spent most of her time with either one of them when they weren’t at Roller. Now they were in the same place.

She sometimes didn’t always let Gastón know when she was there, because she loved the surprised look on his face when she showed up in his room unannounced. If he thought her being jumpy was adorable, she thought him being surprised was extremely cute. And when he was so happy to see her, it always just did something to her.

“I still don’t get what difference do molecular and normal mass have?” Luna was leafing through their chemistry book, “I barely even know what those words mean—”

“We need to talk about this at some point.” They turned around as they started hearing voices coming behind the kitchen door that faced the living room. Nina recognized the voice at once to be Isla’s.

“Yeah, at some point—” another voice responded. It was Gastón. “—which is not now.”

“You need to start thinking about all of this.”

“And how do you know that I haven’t? You can’t see inside my head, can you?”

Nina didn’t know what they were talking about, but Gastón was clearly agitated.

“This is important for you, for your future. You know that we think…”

“Yes, I know what you think,” She could practically hear him rolling his eyes, “It’s all you ever talk about. But it’s my decision, and I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“You can’t just avoid the subject forever. Your father and I have an appointment we need to get to, but we will need to talk about this after.”

“Great… Then go.”

“You’d really think there would be better soundproofing in this place,” Luna said looking around after the voices stopped.

“Most of the rooms do,” Nina responded… She kept replaying the conversation in her head. “I’m sorry, I have to go talk to him, see what that was all about.” Nina got up from the table, “Gastón and Isla don’t usually fight like that...”

“Okay,” Luna nodded, “It’s not like all of this homework is going anywhere…and my brain is already fried. I need a break, so I might raid the fridge.”

Nina didn’t comment on Luna’s snacking plans, since she had other things to focus on. She opened the right kitchen side door, the one that was opposite the door to the library and lipped into the library. The library had another staircase to the second floor.

Gastón’s room was the only occupied room on the third floor of the house. The other rooms were guest rooms, like the room she had officially stayed in every time she had spent a night here… Not that she actually had slept in that room when Gastón had been on the other side of the wall, but a separate room sounded better for her mother.

“I told you that I am done talking about this,” Gastón was laying on his bed and hadn’t looked up when Nina had opened the door to his room, “Didn’t you have that appointment?”

“I don’t have to be anywhere,” Nina started approaching the bed as he finally looked up.

“Nina? Sh—I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was you.”

“It’s not your fault, I should have told you I was here, but I wanted to surprise you,” She walked up to him and sat on the bed, “We were doing our homework with Luna and your kitchen doesn’t have good soundproofing.”

“I know,” Gastón rolled his eyes as he grabbed Nina’s hand, “I don’t know who on earth designed this place … Wait, that means…”

“I heard.” She nodded and ran her thumb over his knuckles, “What was that about?”

“You don’t want to know,” Gastón rolled his eyes as he sat up, “Mom is just being impossible as always.”

“But I do want to know. It didn’t sound like nothing.” Nina looked him into the eyes. She suddenly noticed that next to Gastón on the bed was a pile of papers. Nina was pretty good at reading text upside down, so she was able to make out the title on the paper on top. “Oxford? As in, University of Oxford…in England? Was that what you were arguing about?”

“Yes,” Gastón nodded, “It’s just something they’re obsessed about.”

“You never told me that that was something you were considering,” She questioned, feeling a huge sting on her heart thinking about him going away. “Is that what you want? We haven’t really talked about it…”

“It’s not that simple,” Gastón sighed, “It’s a long story… You know about Mom and Dad and how they got where they are today despite where they came from. Well, obviously that ranges to me as well. They have this obsession over me going to the best school possible, because they can provide that for me, because they themselves didn’t have the choices.”

“And they think Oxford is best for you?”

“Yep,” Gastón nodded, “I mean, it’s pretty much the most famous school in the world, or at least the most ancient one.”

“Well,” Nina was trying to grasp the full picture, “What do you think about it?”

“I don’t really know, right now,” Gastón answered, “I mean, about the school, it’s intriguing and obviously looks quite fancy, I guess I don’t have anything against it per se. It has always been quite of this looming expectation, that Mom and Dad have had, that I’d go to Oxford and I just kind of have not given it any mind, since I didn’t have anything against it. But now, when were really coming to it, I don’t know if going to all the way to England is what I want to do.”

“Why not?” Nina furrowed her brow at him.

“What do you think?” The look in his eyes was intense as his gaze basically was drilling into her eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I…” Nina tried to think what to say, because she didn’t want to lie. “I don’t want you to leave either. It breaks my heart to even think about it but… This shouldn’t be about me. Think about you and your future.”

“Nina, I love you.” Gastón moved closer to her, taking both of her hands in his, “Everything I do, comes back to you in some way, even if it’s just a fraction. I know, this is about my future, but is it so bad if I want you to be part of it?”

“I love you too, and of course I want that too… But think, what is your dream, what do you want?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Gastón sighed, “I don’t actually know. I mean, I don’t really believe in “dream schools” cause, how can you really know what it’s gonna be like? You can’t and it’s the same degree, no matter from where. I haven’t really thought about it before.”

“I can help you,” Nina continued, “I wish you would have told me.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide anything,” Gastón shook his head, “I just wanted to know what I was doing, and this has just now come up. I was going to tell you once I had some answers. Are you mad?”

“No, of course I am not.” She ran her hand down his arm, “This is a logical part of your life that was bound to come up… But, are you sure you’re okay? You don’t often fight with your mother.”

“You’d be surprised,” Gastón smiled slightly, “I’m good. Everyone fights with their parents, especially if they are like mine. I have listened to their preaching my whole life already, about how University basically saved them and we wouldn't be where we are without it… and, of course, that's where they met too, so…”

“It’s important to them, so you have the choices they didn’t.”

“But maybe that should actually mean that I could get to choose,” Gastón shook his head, “Anyways, I am done talking about this… I’m fine. Especially now, since you’re here.”

His face moved closer to hers, and their lips met. Nina wrapped her arms around Gastón’s neck as he kept pulling her closer to him on the bed.

“Do I have to let you go before Luna sends out a search party?”

“No, she can wait a little longer.”

***

“I just don’t understand why he is acting like this,” Isla complained to Marco as they were driving on a street, “It is important for his future. You’d think he would know that.”

“I think he does, but there is something called being a teenager,” Marco looked at Isla, before turning left, “Gastón also has your temperament.”

“So, this is my fault now?” Isla snapped before seeing the look on her husband’s face, “I—I see what you mean.”

“I agree with you, but this is something we need to give him space about.” Marco continued, “He’s extremely smart, so we both know that whatever school he lands on, he is getting in. He won’t make a bad choice.”

“According to Sofia, Alexander always talks so highly of his time at Oxford and that’s why he is sending Matteo there. If the boys went there together, Gastón wouldn’t be alone. Don’t think I want him to go that far, but it is his best chance that we can give him.” Isla sighed, “Sometimes I feel like we give him way too much space.”

“I know that. That’s why we decided to slow down with the traveling, since he is going away next year.” He placed his hand over hers, “We might need to remember that, even if we might have jumped on the chance, he might not. It’s his decision after all.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“We can talk to him once we get home. But now we need to deal with this first.” Marco stopped the car in front of the Benson Mansion.

“Why are we doing this again?” Isla sighed.

“I don’t know,” Marco shook his head, “Maybe we’re just way too nice to say no.”

“Oh, we’re way too nice. We need to learn how to reject invitations,” Isla huffed as they got out of the car, “I will never again attend a wedding hosted by German Castillo, even if he’s not the groom anymore… I pity his daughter if she ever decides to get married, since disaster follows that man.”

“Money seems to make people in this city crazy. Better hope that won’t happen to us,” Marco shook his head as they were walking across the garden, “Sharon has never bothered with us before. You can only guess what she wants.”

“Whatever business venture she’ll propose, we're saying no,” Isla made a note, “I’m not working with her.”

“Absolutely not,” Marco placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder, “And I doubt she’d be this vague about that… I wonder if she has heard about the Valentes?”

“Where would she have heard?” Isla shook her head, “She doesn’t care about her staff. I don’t even want to think who she caught in her net to replace them.”

“Let's try to make this quick, so we can keep this cordial.” Marco said and rang the doorbell. It had been a complete surprise that Sharon Benson had suddenly just invited them to tea… Well, it had not been her, it had been her secretary or whatever she called her staff.

A short maid with blonde curls opened the door and let them into the main hall.

“This place looks exactly like the place I used to dream we could have our wedding in,” Isla said while looking around, “Now I am glad we couldn’t afford it. I have sold these kinds of places dozens of times, and the resale value has gone down significantly, given the new generation. Not to say I wouldn’t like to get my hands on this once Sharon dies.”

“You would want to sell the White House, if you were given the chance.”

“Absolutely—”

“Mr. and Mrs. Perida?” A man in his mid-forties, wearing a black suit, entered the hall as they turned around.

“Yes,” Isla linked her arm with Marco’s, “We believe that we’re expected.”

“Senora Sharon will be here in a moment,” The man nodded and walked away.

“She surely considers this her priority,” Isla whispered, “Late and all.”

“I am so glad to see you accepted my invitation,” Sudden steps could be heard coming down the staircase. Sharon Benson walked down smiling as widely as her tightly tied bun allowed—way too wide to be completely genuine.

“We have to say that we were surprised. What is this about?”

“Nothing special,” Sharon gave them another odd-looking smile, “Isla, Marco, it just has come to my notice how we have always failed to make proper acquaintances.” She offered her hand to them, “Sharon Benson, please.”

Sharon gestured them toward the living room after handshakes.

“I have to admit I have never visited Cordoba,” Sharon said as she sat down in an armchair, “The place seems intriguing.”

“Funny—” Isla raised her eyebrow at Sharon, “—because we haven’t concerned ourselves with the place in almost fifteen years, outside of the well-being of my family.”

“Do you have a big family…? Oh, thank you Amanda,” The maid had returned with a tea tray, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to invite you for dinner, but I have had some tiny personnel issues as of late.”

“We have heard about your “staffing issues”,” Marco frowned as he shared a glance with his wife, “How about we skip the pleasantries, and you’ll actually tell us why you asked us here today.”

“Well, if you insist,” Something seemed to change in Sharon’s expression, “I think we’re all aware of the unfortunately awkward situation we find ourselves in.”

“No.” Isla responded, “We, very much, are not aware. You’ll need to be a little more specific than that.”

“Well,” Sharon’s smile tightened, “It has come to my attention that you two have finally decided to up your household standards to closer to the proper level.”

“I don’t see how that is any of your business,” Marco responded, “Maybe you should just come out with whatever it is you want, since it’s pretty pointless to pretend we’re friends here.”

“Very well,” Whatever poker face Sharon had been holding up, faltered for a moment. “I know that you are housing Monica and Miguel Valente.”

So, this was about the Valentes after all.

“We have hired two very hardworking people,” Isla started speaking, “To help make our lives easier, a task that they have succeeded in miraculously. Something you seemingly have failed to appreciate, but what else is surprising.”

“So, I regret to inform you—” Sharon’s face was unreadable once again, “—that I am not comfortable with them working elsewhere in Buenos Aires, while not under my roof…”

“Their working situation is not your concern or under your control.” Marco countered.

“I was the one who brought them here,” Sharon continued, “They were working for me for over a year.”

“But not anymore. You threw them out, may we remind you, with almost zero notice and with no reasoning.”

“My reasons are not at anyone's discretion.” Sharon’s jaw tensed, “I operated within my rights under contract I had with them.”

“Under the contract maybe, but you can’t start claiming that what you did was any means ethical,” Marco crossed his arms, “They didn’t come here because they loved working for you, and it’s hard to believe that you didn’t know that. They came here to make a better life for themselves, only for you to pull the rug from under them and leave them completely on their own in a country that’s not their own.”

“It was my intention that they’d return to Mexico.” Sharon moved the teacup she had been holding a little more violently. If it hadn’t been empty, it would have definitely spilled over. “They could have easily gotten work there.”

“There is no guarantee of that. We all know that job security, especially for a field like theirs, is almost non-existent. We are talking about people here, a family. You expected them to just pick up and go where you please, and drag their daughter with them. She is a child.”

“Don’t tell me you care about the girl.” Something about Sharon’s posture changed again. Something had struck a nerve with her.

“Why shouldn’t we?” Isla countered, “That girl is lively, charming and full of untapped potential. She will go far in this life, if she’s just given the proper tools, which you decided to take away from her, because you felt like it. She's an absolute ray of sunshine—”

“She is not my concern.”

“Obviously not. Do you know what having to leave a place she has settled in, twice, in a little over a year, would have done to her at her age?”

“Are you a child psychologist now Isla?” Sharon sneered.

“I’m a mother,” Isla kept her composure, “that’s more than you can ever say. We would have never uprooted our own child like that.”

“I called you here, so we could work out a compromise—” Sharon started but was interrupted.

“We don’t owe you any compromise,” Both Marco and Isla were looking at Sharon quite in disbelief, “You terminated your contracts with the Valentes. They are our employees now, and in our care. You definitely don’t have any claim over them.”

“What I am saying is that you really should think about what is in yours and Valentes' benefit in this situation.” Sharon said while clearly trying to stay calm.

“Is that a threat?”

“All I am saying is that you two haven’t been here long enough to know that it is not smart to cross me. I’m just giving you advice.”

“And you think it’s smart to threaten us?” Isla exclaimed, “You have no idea what we have been through. There is little we haven’t experienced and even less that actually scares us.”

“I think this conversation is over,” Marco got up from the sofa and Isla followed him, “Valentes will stay in our employment until they themselves decide to leave, which hopefully means to a better position that we can provide for them. There is nothing you can do, and I would highly recommend against even trying. I hope we meet again in much more pleasant circumstances, which for all of our sakes, hopefully isn’t soon.”

***

“I take it that the conversation didn’t go as you had wished,” Rey walked into the living room after the Peridas had left.

“They are too taken by Luna to see any sense,” Sharon huffed, completely furious. “But I am not giving up. Valentes will regret all of this one day.”

“Sharon, who were you talking to?” Alfredo walked into the living room, “I saw two people leaving here.”

“I was just having a business meeting.” Sharon waved her father away. “Nothing you should concern yourself with…”

“What were Gastón’s parents doing here?” Ambar appeared in the living room as well, “Madrina, don’t tell me you are going to be holding Blake’s teacher-parent conferences here.”

“Wait… were those the new employers of Valentes?” Alfredo whipped his head around, “Icka, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why would I have?” Sharon shook her head.

“I would have wanted to speak with them.”

“What for?” Sharon scoffed, “I asked them here for a meeting, but we got nowhere. Like I told you before, they are completely incompetent and cannot be reasoned with. You are better off not associating with them.”

“I have a hard time believing that since they were kind enough to take the Valentes in,” Alfredo pointed out. “Ambar, you said that Luna and you knew their son…”

“Papa, this is not your business,” Sharon said more sternly, but he didn’t appear to be listening.

***

“Luna, put your phone away,” Monica said as she put the last of the pans in the dishwasher, “It’s dinner time for us.”

“Okay,” Luna dropped her phone and took the glasses that Mom was giving her and put them on the table. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Monica answered, “He's just finishing the final schedule adjustments that he was given by Senor and Senora.”

“He seems to really like this job,” Luna remarked as she helped Mom set the salad bowl on the table.

“He’s has been given much more confidential tasks here and he works much more personally with Senora and Senor,” Monica explained, “He is really enjoying this added responsibility from what he did when we were at the mansion.”

“So, he’s basically just like Rey?” Luna questioned.

“Something like it—”

“Okay, got those charts done,” Miguel walked into the kitchen.

“What were in those charts?” Luna asked as she took a sip from her cup.

“That is confidential information,” Miguel patted Luna on her head, “They have not had anyone managing these things before, so there is a lot to be done. They have managed the things themselves well, but for busy people, things can start to slip through the cracks.”

“So important things?” Luna questioned.

“Yes,” Her dad nodded, “That's all I can really tell you.”

“We’re doing our dress rehearsal tomorrow,” Luna continued while she was digging into her dinner, “I think we are in good shape.”

The kitchen door opened up and Gastón walked in… with Matteo. Luna tried not to look like she had been caught unguard. After she had run into Matteo in the yard when they had just moved in, that kind of rendezvous had ceased. She knew that Matteo spent a lot of his time here, but since Luna wasn’t supposed to wander around there, they hadn’t met up again.

“Can we help you?” Monica and Miguel got up from the table. Luna honestly, kind of found it comical that they did that toward her friends… but that was part of the job and the respect for the family they worked for.

“No thanks,” Gastón just shrugged and opened the fridge, “We just came to get some drinks. Sorry for the interruption.”

“This was my idea,” Matteo leaned on the counter, “I finally had to see with my own eyes the staff Gastón’s house has. To make sure it was actually real.”

Luna saw Gastón hit Matteo on the ribs.

“I think we have seen you before,” Miguel looked at Matteo, “Weren’t you the boyfriend of Senorita Ambar?”

“I was that,” Matteo shifted uncomfortably, “Not anymore, thankfully. Honestly, I just wanna congratulate you, this place is much better than the Mansion… No shade to anyone or anything.”

“Well, thank you.” Monica responded.

“Am I allowed to make requests?” Matteo seemed to be asking Gastón covertly.

“Yeah, I think so,” Gastón just nodded, “I just never have any.”

“Okay, so…” Matteo addressed Monica again, “I’m here quite a lot, especially when my parents are away… Do you know how to make focaccia with five cheeses?”

“Yes, I do.” Monica nodded.

“Great, can you make that at some point?”

“Yes, I absolutely can. That’s why we’re here.”

“Thank you,” Matteo laughed, “Our chef at my house never listens to anything I ask because: “He works for the embassy, not me”. Glad I can do this at Gastón’s now.”

“Wait!” Luna stopped the guys before they were about to leave, “Remember that we are doing the dress run tomorrow!”

“Yeah, we remember.” Gastón responded.

“Chica Delivery, I don’t think any one of us are brave enough to face your wrath if we forget,” Matteo teased her. “Don’t worry about us. Worry about Jim and Yam, or Jazmin… or the guitarrista could be late too… We're gonna show Juliana, and she won’t know what hit her.”

“How about we all agree that no one is going to be late,” Gastón nodded, “We’ll see you in the morning. Our first class is at 8:30, so we’re leaving at like 7:50 if you wanna ride.”

“Okay,” Luna nodded.

So, Matteo was staying the night? Obviously, he had a sleepovers with his friends like Luna did, but all of this seemed to add to a pattern. Matteo had a key to this house, he was featured in many photos around the house, the high regard he seemed to hold Gastón’s parents in…

This all made Luna kind of wonder what kind of relationship he did have with his own parents, or well parent… since his mom was dead, but he also had a stepmom. He had literally said that Gastón’s family was more family to him than his own.

What on earth was it with his dad? Surely there was something more to it, outside of his mother being dead.

***

“Hey! Nina!” Luna ran up to Nina in the Blake hallway and she put her tablet away. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking up some stuff,” Nina said quickly.

“Uuuu, what?” Luna tried to take a peek, “Have you heard of the website?”

“No,” Nina shook her head, “There has been no activity since the Perception thing…”

“I can’t believe we are running in circles,” Luna twirled around in frustration, “What are we going to do now? The sun Amanda had, got left at the mansion, so there is no way I can get it back.”

“Maybe we need to try something else,” Nina suggested, “Have you been having any of those dreams?”

“No…” Luna shook her head, “I never really thought about it, but they have literally stopped when we moved out of the mansion… at least I can sleep now. But, what do we do? I need something else to focus on after Matteo failed us… again.”

“Maybe, it is time to tell your parents about this,” Nina suggested, “They might have some ideas, and ability to get access to things as adults that we can’t.”

“I don’t want to offend them,” Luna thought.

“I don’t think they will be mad. They love you, and for people who you love, you’ll do anything, even if it will hurt you.” She opened her tablet and looked at the form she had opened there.

“I guess so,” Luna shrugged before looking at Nina, “Are you okay? What is that?” Luna had gotten a look at Nina’s tablet.

“I… I’m just filling out this application.” Nina admitted.

“What application?” Luna looked at her with wide eyes, “Don’t tell me we had to do some sort of survey for some class, and I forgot about…”

“No, it is the application…for Oxford.”

“Oxford, as in the University?” Luna kept looking at Nina, “Why are you doing that? Filling out university applications now is a little too early even for you, Nina.”

“No, I didn’t do it for myself,” Nina explained, “I wanted to see how it would look for Gastón.”

“I thought he didn’t want to go to Oxford?” Luna questioned, “Didn’t you talk about this?”

“We have, multiple times now, but…” Nina looked at the ceiling for a moment, “He says he doesn’t know if it’s what he wants, and because he wants to stay with me it’s even harder, but I looked at the school. It feels perfect for him, and I know that he considers education important too, for himself. It’s not just his parents.”

“But if what he wants is to stay here, shouldn’t you respect his wishes?” Luna crossed her arms.

“What if he regrets it?” Nina shook her head, “Then it’s too late and it’ll be my fault.”

“I doubt he will see it that way. It's his decision is it not?” Luna placed her hand on Nina’s shoulder, “You know him better than anyone, and I mean I know him better than I ever thought I would, given the circumstances, too. He seems like a person who doesn’t really look back. I’m sure he knows what’s best for him and for you two.”

“He has to do what he wants, regardless of me. He should be thinking of himself.”

“What he wants is to be with you.” Luna continued, “And something tells me that he isn’t very good at being selfish, I mean you can see where it comes from. Look at all that his parents have done for my family.”

“He is so much like them,” Nina smiled, “You are right, I love him. For that and a thousand different other reasons. Maybe you’re right about this as well.” She looked down at the tablet where she had the application completely filled out with Gastón’s information. He checked all the boxes when it came to this, he would get in… but it was his decision, not hers. “I should just close this—NO!”

“What?” Luna asked as Nina’s face turned horrified. “Did you close it?”

“No, yes… I don’t know!” Nina started tapping on the tablet, “I think I did, but then something happened and… I think I sent it… No! I sent it accidentally…”

***

“Look, Matteo.” Gastón was walking on his street toward home while talking to Matteo on the phone, “You made this mess all by yourself and your fake girlfriend. Told you it was not going to work… Hey, look, that’s just my opinion, and if I don’t tell you when you’re being and idiot, then no one will. I'm just looking out for you … I don’t know what she thinks—”

Gastón sighed and stopped at the gate and Matteo continued complaining.

“How would I know? Yes, she lives here, but it’s not like she’s my sister and I know all her business. I doubt I’d know my own sister’s business If I had one, which I don't, so this conversation is pretty pointless… Okay, I’ll call you later, try to keep your head straight for once, we're already in the hot water enough with Juliana and the Roda fest as it is.”

Gastón put his phone away and shook his head. He was so focused on thinking how big of an idiot Matteo was again, so he didn’t notice the shadow that had appeared behind him.

Gastón was just about to put his hand on the front gate’s fingerprint scanner when he realized that someone was watching him.

“Excuse me? Do you live here?”

***

“I don’t know what I am supposed to do,” Nina buried her face into her hands. “He’s going to get so mad at me.”

“It was an accident,” Luna tried to console her, “He’ll understand.”

“But I should have never been doing that in the first place,” Nina lamented, “Me and my stupid head.”

“Well, you should tell him,” Luna stated, “That’s better than keeping things and lying to him…”

“I know—”

Nina got interrupted by Miguel walking into the kitchen and down the stairs to the cellar. He had left the living room side door open, so you could clearly see the living room. Luna didn’t usually give it any mind, but something caught her eyes, as she and Nina saw Senora Isla basically glued to the window.

“Isla, what are you doing?” Senor Marco seemed to walk to her, and she gestured something outside. Since Luna’s view was very limited, she couldn’t see it.

“Do you know who that is?” They heard quite clearly what they were saying, especially as the door was open.

“No.”

“I thought we had told him a million times not to do this if he’s in this situation?”

“Maybe they think he’s an adult?”

“That’s not the point. He’s not one, not until the 20th of October.”

“You’re right. I’ll go get him.”

“Do you know what is going on?” Luna asked Nina after Marco had left from their view.

“No,” Nina shook her head, “They sounded really worried about something…and that date that they were talking about was Gastón’s birthday, but he’s not even home—”

“What did you think you were doing?!” Isla suddenly exclaimed and Luna and Nina turned back toward the door. Gastón had appeared in the living room.

“Nothing, Mom,” He was shaking his head, “It’s not a big deal.”

“How many times have we told you not to talk to strangers, especially in front of this house?” Isla continued, “It is dangerous.”

“They were just asking me if I lived here.”

“Exactly. Why do you think they wanted to know that? People don’t just randomly linger around here asking for directions, you know that.”

“I’m not in any danger…” Luna looked over at Nina, whose face had also grown alarmed. “...we’ve been over this. No one wants to kidnap me.”

“You don’t know that. No one can know that.” Isla’s arm was on Gastón’s shoulder, “You could have been followed from god knows where—”

“What is going on?” Luna had noticed that Nina had gotten up and walked out of the kitchen to talk to Gastón and Isla. Luna always forgot that Nina could just do that… not that Luna would be yelled at if she was found outside of their apartment or the kitchen—unlike in the mansion, but this wasn’t her house and she had to respect that. Nina was a part of the family, kind of, or at least regarded as such.

“Nothing, just some random person at the gate.” Luna heard Gastón say, “Mom, if it makes you relax, he told me his name was Alfredo Bilder and Dad’s talking to him now. Didn’t look like a kidnapper.”

Senor Alfredo? Luna creeped closer to the open door to see her better. What was he doing here?

“I, I know him,” Nina responded, “He’s Mrs. Benson’s father.”

“What?!” For some reason that seemed to freak Isla out even more. “…if she even thinks she’ll get her claws into you she won’t know what hit her…”

“Mom, what are you talking about?” Gastón asked confused.

“Nothing you should be concerned with, darling…” Luna heard a door close and Isla walked out of Luna's view of vision.

“Luna, what are you doing?” She turned around as she was startled by her mom’s voice. Both Monica and Miguel were looking at her, “You know that eavesdropping is rude…”

“Yeah, I know;” Luna started explaining, “But you need to hear what happened.”

“Miguel! Would you come in here?” Senor Marco’s voice suddenly yelled.

“What were you talking about?” Monica asked Luna after Miguel had gone.

“Senor Alfredo is here.” Luna said to her mother.

“Luna, no,” Monica shook her head, “That is not possible. Why would he be here?”

“I don’t know, but he surely is here.” Luna insisted.

“Are you sure that wasn’t just a dream of yours?” Monica questioned, “I know you miss him—”

“No, it was not a dream,” Luna continued to argue when her dad came back into the kitchen.

“Miguel, Luna is saying that Don Alfredo is here, but that can’t be possible.”

“Actually, it is,” Miguel looked at Luna and then Monica.

“What?”

“Senor Marco said that he came here asking to meet with us,” Miguel explained, “They haven’t let him in yet. They said that he can come if we want to see him.”

“Senor Alfredo!” Luna ran to hug the elderly man as soon as he walked into the kitchen with her dad.

“Luna! So great to see you!” Alfredo hugged her back, “Great to see all of you, and that you are doing well.”

“We are doing well,” Monica nodded, “How did you find us? We didn’t even tell Amanda where we were going, even though she might still know, because she’s the one who found us this job.”

“Ambar told me,” Alfredo explained, “I got the address from her, but it took a while before I was actually able to come. Sharon didn't want me to have anything to do with you, so I had to sneak away.”

Luna wondered for a moment how Ambar knew where Gastón lived… but they had known each other long enough for the information to have come up some way.

“So, tell me,” Alfredo continued, “Have you been well taken care of here?”

“Extremely,” Miguel nodded, “They are really great people and treated us well… and here they actually are…”

Senora Isla and Senor Marco entered the kitchen.

“Alfredo Bilder,” Alfredo approached them with a hand extended, “I am glad we are finally getting to meet. Sharon has told me about you but… my daughter sometimes has quite misguided opinions.”

“Sad to say that the dislike is very mutual.” Senora Isla crossed her arms. Her tone was sounding just a tad bit frosty to Luna’s ear.

“I am thankful that you let me meet with Valentes. Our time together was short, but I grew extremely fond of them. I do not agree with my daughter’s decisions, but I am happy that they have been able to find a home here.”

“We appreciate that, but we would prefer that if you have concerns to do with our staff, we would be contacted directly, and our children not to be approached.”

“We won’t hesitate to act to protect our family, especially when it comes to minors.” Senor Marco finished and Luna almost had to do a double take. She couldn’t say she really knew them, but this far, Gastón’s parents had seemed super chill. She hadn’t expected them to be this protective.

***

“Miguel, can you help me with this,” Monica asked as she was emptying the dishwasher and handed Miguel a pile of glasses. “They go to the upper glassware cupboard.”

“You surely have the hang of this,” Miguel laughed.

“This kitchen was so meticulously organized when we came here, it is hard not to get the hang of it.”

“Do you two have a minute?” They both turned around as Senora Isla and Senor Marco entered the kitchen.

“Yeah, we do.” Miguel responded, “How can we help?”

“Do you have the contracts from when you started to work with Sharon?” Senor Marco asked, “I was meant to ask this a while back, but work has kept me way too busy. The Monday reminded me.”

“Yes, I think I have them somewhere?” Miguel nodded.

“Can I have a look at them?”

“Sure,” Miguel nodded and opened a cabinet where he kept a lot of his files, “This will take a while, but they are here somewhere.”

“We’re thankful that you allowed Don Alfredo to come and speak with us,” Monica started speaking as Miguel was rummaging through all his papers, “It didn’t seem exactly like you were that keen on the idea. We can assure you that he is nothing like Senora Sharon…”

“We have no problem with him,” Senora Isla assured, “Although we would have preferred that he would have approached his intentions with other means. We have a tendency to be a bit overly cautious from time to time when it comes to Gastón, or that’s at least what he likes to say. We know you too definitely found it strange that we almost forgot to mention him when we hired you.”

“No, we didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay,” Senora Isla smiled, “I am very good at reading people, it’s part of my work. We don’t do it because we don’t care—he’s the most important thing in the world for us—but because it’s a habit, mostly for his safety.”

“Our lines of work may not seem that exciting, but there is a lot of media and publicity involved with it,” Senor Marco continued, “There also is always a lot of trickery and angles at play. Not everyone likes each other, even when we don’t call each other enemies, and things can get messy and personal. We don’t want to give anyone more ammo and ways to get under our skin.”

“Plus, we know that he won’t want to be known as just our son, especially once he’s an adult and starts making his own way. He’s not even going to follow our field, he’s much more scientifically inclined, like his uncle.”

“Which is where I hope the resemblance with my brother ends,” Marco laughed slightly, “Tomas made lot of interesting choices when he was younger, but got it together in the end of the day—”

“Here are the contracts,” Miguel handed Marco two stacks of paper, “These are the ones we signed when we were brought over to Buenos Aires. The previous contracts that we had were to the mansion that we worked at Cancun, which transferred from owner to another.”

“Perfect,” He nodded and started leafing them through.

“Why do you want to see them?” Monica asked.

“Long story short, we didn’t tell you while back that we were invited to tea with Sharon,” Isla explained, “and we as “smart” people obviously went.”

“Senora Sharon wanted to see you?” Miguel questioned, “Forgive me, Senora, but what I understood was that you aren’t really acquaintances.”

“Oh, we aren’t,” Isla shook her head, while Marco was reading the contracts, “Now we never will be. She has heard that you are now under our employment and frankly said, isn’t happy about it. She thought that she could manipulate us into giving you up or sending you back to Mexico, because she isn’t comfortable with something… in the end I never understood what she actually wanted.”

“We don’t want to cause you any problems.”

“Don’t worry about that. We are more than a match for Sharon,” Isla rolled her eyes, “I would like to see her scrape by day to day with medical welfare benefits with piling up medical bills.” She turned to her husband, “Did you find it?”

“Yes, it’s how I thought it would be.”

“Uhm, what is?” Miguel asked, confused.

“These contracts are meticulously grafted,” Marco explained, “There technically isn’t anything wrong with them, but there are a lot of different clauses that basically allow Sharon not to have any responsibility over you, even when she was the one who brought you over. Things that are on there probably make it tougher to quit, but it also makes the firing at will completely possible, as we have seen happen. Personally, I wouldn’t have signed this.”

“She promised us so many things…” Monica looked at Miguel, “We didn’t notice.”

“We aren’t faulting you for taking the offer,” Isla reassured, “Leaving everything seemed worth it for better opportunities for the future, for Luna. We have done it too. Although, my mother did have a heart attack when we told her that we were moving to Buenos Aires with a small child and no money.”

“Did you say that Senora Sharon wanted us to go back to Mexico?” Miguel questioned again, “Why?”

“Beyond any of us,” Marco shook his head, “Have you had any problems with her in the past when you worked there?”

“There was one incident.” Miguel nodded, “We almost got fired over it… A highly valuable swan decoration became missing at the mansion, and I was blamed for it due to a misunderstanding. In the end it was a joke or prank or something by Senorita Ambar…”

“Ambar?”

“Yes, she’s—”

“Sharon’s goddaughter, Ambar Smith, we know.” Isla nodded, “That girl is walking cry for help. She and Gastón have been in the same class since Gastón started at La Hoja de roble. In ten years, we have never met Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and that school was amazing at keeping parents up to date—much better than Blake has ever been. It’s strange…”

“Isla.”

“What? That’s just what I think. I think she might be Sharon’s biological daughter. She has more than the capability of going away for nine months and coming back like nothing’s happened and having a goddaughter stay with her later. We weren’t here then.”

“There was definitely something odd about it,” Monica agreed.

The kitchen door opened and Gastón walked in.

“Hey, you’re back already?” Isla asked.

“Yeah,” Gastón didn’t look at his parents, just opened the fridge, “Shouldn’t I be? I only had two classes today.”

“That’s not what we meant. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Look, I’m really not in the mood for this,” Gastón answered, seemingly pretty aggravated, “I’m really tired so just call me when dinner’s ready, okay?”

***

“I sent your application to Oxford.”

“What?”

“It was an accident.”

“How was it an accident? What were you doing for it to have been an accident?”

“I was looking at it and filled it out, and accidentally sent it instead of closing it. I’m sorry.”

“Why on earth were you doing that? For fun?”

“I just… I didn’t want you to lose any opportunity… If you regret it…”

“I told you I already made my decision! To stay here with you. Do you want me to leave?”

“No, of course not, but…”

“But you just thought it better to start filling forms with my personal information? After I told you it was not what I wanted.”

“I know I should have never…”

“But you still did it.”

…

Gastón threw himself onto his bed. He couldn’t believe it… And it had been Nina out of all the people…

Why didn’t she want him to stay? He was madly in love with her and couldn't see his life without her. But apparently, she did see it.

Why else would she have even considered such a thing?

His phone rang.

“Hey! How’s it going? You kind of vanished…and I supposed that was something to do with Nina so I might regret even asking…” Matteo’s face lit up the screen, “Oh, or not. What’s wrong?”

“Nina…” Gastón opened his mouth “she…sent my application.”

“What application?” Matteo furrowed his brow.

“Oxford.”

“Wait what?” Matteo exclaimed, “Why?”

“That’s what I asked,” Gastón responded, “Apparently it was an accident.”

“How was it an accident? Did the form fill itself? Or was she filling it out, but not going to send it? With your information?”

“I don’t know what her intention was.” Gastón shook his head, “I just don’t get why she would have ever even gone that far.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Gastón shook his head again. He honestly didn’t know what to think. Nina had not respected his decision, and went behind his back… Her mother was a lawyer, shouldn’t she have known the ramifications?

On the other hand, he knew her, and how in her head she could get. Maybe she was trying to help him… but he just couldn’t know.

At the same time a very sharp pain pierced him everytime he thought if this meant everything was over.

***

“Rey!” Sharon called Rey into the living room.

“What is it Mrs. Benson?” Rey asked.

“I have been thinking that we might need to try a different angle,” Sharon said while she sipped her tea. “We won’t be able to get our hands into the Valentes as long as they are under Peridas’ protection. I hate to admit that I don’t think they can be challenged. They have too many connections.”

“So, what do you suggest we do?”

“We need to smoke the Valentes out of their place of protection… I need them vulnerable, discredited, with no one to turn to… No one will believe she’s Sol Benson after that.”

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Well, the plot is thickening... Heheee Anyways, this has basically turned into my Soy Luna Season 2 rewrite now. I hope no one is too confused how all of these events flow with the canon events. The bottom line is that if something isn't explicitly changed or contradicted, it probably happened, even if it isn't mentioned. Almost everything about Roller is still going on... and the Lutteo conflicts aren't really that different either since where Luna lives won't affect Matteo being an idiot. I try to sprinkle mentions in about what point in the season we are in and how the other plots are doing, like the mention of Luna's past, which we will be focusing on more. It's gonna be interesthing, since Luna doesn't have the sun, which means there will be no Ticanoto or Roberto, so no nursing home, and Luna's dreams have stopped since she's not in the mansion anymore. They are stuck in circles. Don't worry we will come back to this later. Ambar also isn't Sol...right now, it still can change. What I said at the end of the last part still stands. I write this more by the flow, which means that I don't have all this mapped out yet. I have the part mapped out before I write, but nothing beyond that really. I don't know how this ends yet. So, I do take requests on this. If you have something you think should happen or just scenario you want to happen because it would be funny: COMMENT!!! and I will see what I think and if it could work. Also, aint it nice to see Sharon being put in her place by people her equal, even if she doesn't view them as such? She honestly though she could intimidate and manipulate two people ho have pretty much been through hell as younger in their lives and managed to come on top as stronger people. I also fixed the Oxford conflict!! Kind of... I realized that I couldn't just cut it, but I did make it little more sense. Now Nina isn't complete idiot, as it was an accident, but Gastón's still mad, also rightfully so. This is because she still went behind his back and violated a boundary, because she was insecure. Yes, the act of sending the form in the end was a accident, but she should have never been in a position where it would have even been possible. Anyways, this obviously will be solved in a manner very typical for me, since you really think we're going to drag this out with Flor and Xavi...Well, who knows, you just have to tune in for the next part someday.

#Soy Luna #soy luna fanfiction #Gastina #Lutteo #Soy Luna Season 2 #Gastteo #Au #Twist #This was just a stupid idea #But I am rolling with it #And having fun

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Saw you wanted a writing request. How about GN Yuu who has rlly bad nightmares? It’s too the point where they get scared to go to bed (I used to have bad nightmares as a kid and I had one tonight so it’s on theme). With Azul, Rook and Leona (plus anyone else you want) please 😋

OKIE DOKIE

i wrote these with the idea that the characters care for Yuu more than it seems through the game dialogue, can be read platonic or romantic but was intended more romantic.

Azul:

Azul also probably has nightmares, but not to the extent Yuu does. He notices as Yuu starts to look more and morw tired and how they deflect when asked about it. He confronts them himself one day and is able to get them to tell him about the nightmares.

You best believe the second he knows hes out searching for anything that can help. The twst version of Google is this mans #1 hope and the search bar is filled with multiple versions of "how to get rid of nightmares forever??!?!"

At one point or another he probably just goes "You uh...wanna talk about it?" and then immedietly regrest saying that and wants to crawl back into his octo pot.

The tweels would probably tease him for trying to help Yuu so much, but hes a little to preoqupied trying to get their regular sleep schedule back on track.

Rook:

This man is a level 1 stalker and knows the SECOND Yuu isnt sticking with their normal sleep schedule. He probably finds out the answer too without having to even confront them. Mans just...knows things.

Once he does know Yuu best be ready to just have stuff show up at Ramshackle. Some really expensive looking tea? Howd that get there :D. Rook would probably try to like, drug them or something to get them to sleep if he didnt realize that was majorly messed up.

He probably cries to Vil about how "Mon Trickster is having nightmares, and now it is having an effect on their radient glow ToT." If Yuu sees Vil walking toward you angrily, they should run.

Doesnt ask if Yuu wants to talk about it, but would totally be willing to listen if Yuu aproached him. Hed probably find it entertaining.

Leona:

He probably notices Yuus avoidence of sleep when he tries to use them as a nap pillow. The switch from "fine whatever" to "no. must avoid chances of sleeping at all cost." is pretty drastic. Theres probably one day where he drags them to the botanical garden anyway and they fall asleep there, and Leona has to witness them seemingly having a panic attack while still alseep.

After that its pure clingyness. Whats the best way to cure a messed up sleep schedule because of fear of nightmares? Being forced to nap with someone of course 👍. Honestly he probably has had nightmares of his own, and had wanted nothing other than for someone to just be there. not necessarily to talk but just for the company.

Strangely enough it probably works and now Yuu no longer is afraid to sleep but refuses to sleep if Leona is not in arms reach. Congrats now youve got two co-dependent sleepy people.

Leona probably doesnt seem like he cares much, but its more of a silent care, knowing that its nothing too bad and that its something that can be fixed.

(yeah i wrote Leonas very self indulgent. I am a simp and it contaminates all my writing)

#twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #rook hunt #leona x yuu #azul x yuu #rook x yuu #losers writing

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Waging War: An Age Of Steam and Sorcery novel.

Chapter Three

Flashes of light accompnaied by agony.

Screeches and tearing noises.

Soft warmth, but an enduring ache everywhere.

Slowly the world faded in. Warren woke and tried to take a breath but choked on something in his throat. He tried to move but couldn’t feel his arms. He couldn’t feel anything. The persistent beeping coming from somewhere over his shoulder became more urgent. Stridant.

A nurse appeared in his field of vision, waving a bright light. Warren blinked at the violation of his retinas but couldn’t even shake his head. Just when he thought he was going to pass out again the nurse extracted the tube from his mouth. He drew a deep breath and winced at the pain in his abused airway.

“Thank you,” he croaked. “Where am I?”

At first the nurse didn’t respond, he just took notes on a tablet, checked numbers on the monitoring equipment. When he was done with the machines, he picked up Warren’s hand and dug a thumbnail into the tip of Warren’s pointer finger. “Can you feel that?”

Warren tried to shake his head again, with as much success as before. “No,” he managed to whisper as his throat clenched up. “Please, what’s going on?”

“The doctors will be here presently,” the nurse tucked the small tablet into a pocket in their smock. “They have already been paged. As has your father.” With that, he turned an left the room, leaving Warren quietly freaking out.

Warren tried to sort through what he knew. He remembered being quite drunk at the party and his cousin convincing him to go on a drinks run. Chuck had been weirdly insistent on him sitting in the drivers seat with the drinks they picked up on the passenger seat. He couldn’t remember the reasons given though. He did remember the rapidly aproaching headlights at eye level.

After that it was all flashes and pain.

A lot of pain.

Warren’s introspection was interrupted by noises in his room. A trio of white coats accompanied his parents in. His mother rushed to his side and picked up his hand. His father stood stoically by the foot of the bed while the doctors wandered about poking monitors, conferring, and looking everywhere but directly at him.

“So you’ve finally joined us in the land of the living,” Warren’s father said gruffly. “Months you’ve been in that bed, scaring your mother. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Shush, honey,” Warren’s mother waved a hand at his father. “Can’t you just be happy he’s awake?”

“I’ll be happier when he’s out of that bed and walking around again,” his father frowned. “He’s costing us a small fortune. You!” he chest poked the nearest white coat. “When can he get out of here?”

The woman glared briefly at the finger before composing herself. “Mr MacGregor. Your son’s spine was separated in four places. We are doing our best, but you have to accept that he may never walk again.”

“His cousin was in the same car and was out of here in two days. What am I paying you for if not to fix my boy?” His voice was rising and Warren could see his father was working up into one of his famous tirades.

It’ll be “don’t you know who I am” next, Warren thought. Followed by either “I could buy you and this entire place” or “I want to see your boss”. Or both. It’s often both.

“Don’t you-!” MacGregor started when he was cut off by a cheery face peering in through the door.

“Cuz!” Chad burst into the room, all smiles and enthusiasm. “I was in for a checkup and heard the good news. Mum’s here too, come on in!”

It had been decades since The First Karen had demanded to see The Manager, and some women still built their entire personalities around the blonde bob cut. Warren’s aunt entered the room with a face that suggested she’d just consumed a metric buttload of lemons in the hall. The perfect cat-butt pursing of the lips. The Stepford Wife sunglasses worn inside the building. Worst of all, a spray-tan tone that could only be described as off-Trump. The moment she saw Warren immobile in the bed and surrounded with medical machines, including the most expensive machine in the hospital and one that regularly went “bing”, her countenance brightened into a semblance of joy not seen since the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes.

Warren doubted such an event would be happening here though. He forced his face into a rictus he hoped would be mistaken for a smile and mumbled a greeting. He was in no mood for a family reunion, he just wanted someone to explain what was going on and maybe - when his father was far away and would never find out - a hug. He drew a small measure of comfort that the interruption had derailed the tantrum train before it had left the station and hoped the doctors would elaborate on the subject of separated spines sometime soon.

“I don’t care how many places my boy’s spine has been separated in. This hospital receives a lion's share of its funding through my company’s donations on top of what I’m paying directly for his treatment,” Warren’s dad wasn’t quite so easily deflected but had at least calmed slightly. Not that having an audience had ever stopped him, quite the opposite most times. At least he wasn’t shouting now though. “I know some excellent physicians and top medical scientists who’d be happy to have the opportunity to work their magic here. In fact, I’m going to call your boss and have him talk to my good friend Professor Jackson of the Spinal Research Institute. He was telling me over brandy last week that they have seen promising results with the new series of nano-repair injections.” He swept out of the room, making exaggerated gestures to initiate a call so that everyone knew what he was doing.

“Mum, I just woke up and people started yelling. What the hell is going on and why can’t I move?” Warren demanded now that the oppressive presence of his father no longer dominated the room. “Why is everyone talking around me and not to me?”

His mother just smiled wanly and gestured to the nonplussed medical professionals still staring at the doorway. “These nice doctors have been checking you daily since you got in here,” she explained. “When you crashed the car your back was broken in a lot of places, as were your arms, legs and ribs. Now, the rest of your bones are setting well and should heal completely but you severed nerves in the spinal cord. The worst one is the one between the, what did you say?” she called to the doctors. “S something and L something?” When they didn’t pay any attention to her she continued, “about halfway down your back, anyway. But there’s one just above your shoulders too and if they can’t reconnect the nerves you’re never going to be able to move your arms again.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “My baby boy, so full of energy, confined to a bed for the rest of his life.”

“I know,” his aunt moved over to sit on the chair on the opposite side of the bed to his mother. “It’s a tragedy for you. Fortunately Chad has been able to step in and keep things running while Warren is indisposed. Isn’t that nice of him?” Her words seemed sincere, but the tone absolutely did not. “You’ve been doing a great job of keeping the team together haven’t you?”

Chad ducked his head in embarrassment. “Sorry Cuz, but with you in here Coach asked me to step up. We’re killing it in most of our games too, they guys dedicate each win to your name.”

Despite a deep ache beginning to overpower the drugs in his bloodstream, Warren managed a genuine smile at that. He was proud of his guys and rightly so. They’d worked hard for those wins and he couldn’t wait to get back on the field to lead them all the way to the playoffs and maybe even the championships. His brain stuttered then, as he realised what his mother had said. Wait, NEVER MOVE MY ARMS AGAIN!? No. No no no nonononononono.

The thoughts whirled around and around in his head like a dog that had actually managed to catch its tail and was now trying to chase the monster that was hurting it. Faster and faster, his pulse rate spiking and the machines beside his bed screaming alerts until his consciousness was suddenly shut off as though someone had thrown a switch and blessed oblivion claimed him.

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The Lovestruck~Chapter 30

(18th December)

6 months later.

Black gown around you and black cap in your hand while you stood in the hallway of your college, roaming your eyes around with an overwhelming feeling and a sad feeling growing as you realized that you won't be coming here anymore since it was your graduation day today.

"Y/n!"

You looked at the direction of the voice to see Ria with her camera in her hands as she gestured you to pose which you did by making a peace sign and smiling joyfully.

"Woah! That came out great!" She gave you a thumbs up. "And now you're not shying away, huh?"

You just smiled, shrugging and saw your other friends coming behind her as they all aproached you standing in their black gowns and caps.

Oh, you were so going to miss them.

Rowoon heaved a sigh. "I can't believe, we're already graduating."

Sooyoung clicked her tongue. "Why are you talking like we're not going to meet again?"

"Right?" Mark spoke."We are going to meet occasionally but still I'm going to miss you all."

He hugged the both girls which they reciprocated and then to Rowoon who instantly put a cringed face making you all laugh before he hugged you.

"Hands off my wife!"

Everyone startled at the voice and you both pulled away to see your one and only Boyfriend standing in a white knitted sweater and jeans while a bouquet in his hands as he made his way towards you frowning at Mark.

"Y/n, You're already married." Rowoon gasped and you shook your head before Baekhyun wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Consider us married."

You just rolled your eyes smiling while your friends were contemplating at what reaction they should give this gentleman beside you. Suddenly, Ria raised her camera causing you and Baekhyun to smile at her where she took a picture and then her camera's angle went behind you.

You all looked behind to see Chanyeol aproaching with a bouquet in his hands and Ria kept snapping his pics until he was standing infront of her. They were exchanging those shy grins and looks as he handed the bouquet to her while you all were standing there with a weird look on your face.

"Excuse me? We're here too." Sooyoung spoke looking done with the couple and they chuckled looking back at you all.

"Anyway," Baekhyun started as everyone looked at him."I hope you guys have a great life ahead and Thank you for taking care of my Y/n."

You looked away from them getting all shy while they groaned before Ria spoke. "It's our cue to leave."

Baekhyun chuckled. "I like you for being quick-witted."

She gave him a look playfully before they all walked away to the hall where the graduation ceremony was being held.

"Happy graduation day." He held out the bouquet and you stood infront of him taking it smilingly. "Thank you. So, you made it."

He nodded. "I had to, I don't want to get beaten up by my girlfriend."

You hit his arm playfully with your cap as he laughed before you tilted your head creasing your forehead. "Isn't it wife?"

Baekhyun put a surprise expression. "Right!"

You chuckled before hugging his waist and placed your head against his chest staring outside before feeling his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your hair. "What's wrong?"

You closed your eyes sighing. "Just thinking about how much I am going to miss this place and it's making me sad."

He hummed caressing your hair. "I know this feeling very well and it's okay to be sad since this day won't come again. But you know, someone said this to me, that it's the way of life."

"You live in the moment of present and it becomes a past memory to reminisce." He trailed off to pull away as he wore you the cap before cupping your cheeks. "So, let's cherish these moments together."

You giggled nodding. "Wow! That someone must be genius. Who's that?"

Baekhyun chuckled raising his brows teasingly. "My wife."

"Alright. Let's go! " You laughed as you linked your arm around his and walked towards the hall.

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You were standing outside with your classmates, friends and your professors for a group picture while your female classmates were squealing to see Baekhyun standing there at the side with your parents who arrived after him.

"Okay, throw your caps in the air when I count to three."

As the countdown was made, you all threw the caps in the air and the moment was captured before you took some pictures with your parents and friends.

Chanyeol who went to attend an important call, came back and then you friends took a picture in a group with your boyfriends. Lastly it was you and Ria, the forever besties, you both kept making weird faces while taking the pictures making everyone laugh.

Not long before, your friends were busy got busy with eachother while you and Baekhyun decided to take last tour of your college. You were passing by the garden area where Baekhyun instantly stopped as his eyes spotted the spot where you always sit and the night of the event came across his mind which made him smile remembering it.

You, on the other hand, were recalling the days where always sat with Ria and then glanced at Baekhyun to see him smiling which made you confused. "Why are you smiling?"

He turned to you and chuckled shaking his head leaving you even more confuse before he looked up at the window of the music room where he would always look at you from. Shrugged off his thoughts, he pulled your perplexed figure with him to the Basketball court, from where he actually began to know you more.

"You know," He trailed off as you looked at him to see him staring at the bleachers side before he pointed towards it. "You were sitting right there when I got to know know about you studying in the same college as me."

You smiled. "You still remember it?"

"How can I forget that?" He chuckled, roaming his eyes around the court, the days of him with his friends playing freely flashed infront of his eyes before he took the ball in his hand and threw it in the basket making it perfect score.

"I want to do this too." You jogged towards him taking the ball and attempted to throw it but it bounced away making you pout sadly.

Baekhyun chuckled coming behind you as he made you hold the ball before instructing you. "Bend your knees a little and let your shoulder relax, then focus on the target and throw it."

You nodded understanding and did as he instructed before throwing the ball and surprisingly it went in.

You gasped. "It went in!"

He giggled behind you caressing your hair. "You're a fast learner."

You shrugged, smiling before he wrapped his arms around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "So... We're graduated now."

You let out a hum nodding where he sighed. "I think we graduated too early."

"Why?" You questioned confusingly before he he turned you around, still holding you still. "We could've spend more time together here and do other things too."

Grasping his words, you smiled reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. "Well, we could have but this is not bad too."

He bit his lower lip, nodding. "I think I'm still thankful for Ria to take you here for the basketball game that day, if it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have known about you studying here."

You tilted your head, thinking. "You're right, actually you should be thankful for her."

He rolled his eyes before slightly tickling your waist causing you to squeal as you pushed him away playfully while his laughter echoed in the silent court.

And that's how your day came to an end with your last day of college.

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( 26 December )

8:42 pm

Sniffing, you fixed your beanie before fishing your hands in your black thick jacket pocket since it was month of December and the cold was increasing more. Walking through the cold path from your home to your usual place to meet Baekhyun who seemed to be already there as you can see his broad back sitting on the bench. Smiling you advanced towards him carefully not to make any noise and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind where he flinched causing you giggle.

"Hi." You put your chin on his shoulder as you felt him relax before he turned his head to give you a light smile while wrapping his hands around you wrists pulling you closer.

It's been a week to your graduation day and tomorrow was an important day for Baekhyun as the game he and his employees have been preparing, was finally going to be presented tomorrow.

"Don't think about it too much, it's going to be alright." You tilted your head to peek at his face who was lost in his thoughts staring ahead.

He nodded. "It's just...we have been preparing for months now and the day is finally here, so I'm just really nervous."

"It's okay to feel like this." You caressed his cheek with your thumb making him close his eyes. "You've been preparing for this day, so it's normal to feel nervous. But don't let your nervousness take over your confidence because I know and I believe you're gonna do your best."

He smiled at your words before looking at you. "You think so?"

Kissing his cheek, you smiled. "I know so."

He giggled kissing your palm before resting his temple against your cheek while staring ahead. You heard him sighing constantly making you worry as you couldn't see him like this.

You smacked your lips. "Baek, get up."

He frowned. "What?"

"Get up and let's go."

"But why? And where?"

You clicked your tongue. "Don't be an Ajjusshi, and let's go."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "This girl seriously! If you don't stop calling me that, I'll start calling you Ajjumma."

You raised your eyebrows amused and looked at him. "Try it then."

He stared at you before opening his mouth but closed it instantly as nothing came out and pouted looking away.

You giggled. "I knew it."

He huffed, cutely standing up. "Just you wait, after our marriage I'm going to call you that."

Your brows knitted as you both were making your way to his car. "No, what if our kids start calling us that."

He laughed. "Wouldn't it be great? Instead of calling mom and dad, they'll call us Ajjusshi and Ajjumma."

You face palmed your face. "God, I can already imagine you spoiling them."

"Hey! I won't!"

"Ugh, I don't know! Gimme your car keys."

Pulling over the car around the nearby park before you glanced at Baekhyun who was just staring at you with a confused look which made you chuckle. You unbuckled your seatbelt and motioned him to do the same where he sighed but did as you told him without questioning.

Taking off your beanie, you scrunched your nose as your hair fell over your face before pushing the strands away and Baekhyun giggled helping you with it.

"Come on." You brushed your fingers through your hair last time before getting out and Baekhyun did the same where you dragged him to the basket ball court as he stood there staring perplexed.

"Stay here, I'll be back!" You sprinted away without letting him speak as he watched your tiny figure running away making him smile before he looked ahead rubbing his cold hands to warm them.

"Baek!" He heard your loud voice behind causing him to turn back before a ball was thrown in his direction which he instantly caught in a reflex.

"Oh~ Nice catch!" You exclaimed as he looked at you before you let out a smile. "Let's have a game!"

Baekhyun chuckled before nodding and you jogged towards him before stealing the ball from his hands then ran away giggling. "Lost one's going to grant a wish!"

Baekhyun who was still standing there dumbfounded before he turned around

"That's cheating!"

You bounced the ball perfectly as Baekhyun was running towards you and you instantly ran passed him before throwing the ball in the basket which went in causing you jump excitedly.

Baekhyun watched you amazed as an amused smile crept on his lips. "You're really getting good at this."

You shrugged sassily. "I learnt from the best."

He chuckled nodding before grabbing the ball and you both kept playing by blocking eachother or stealing the ball from eachother but you were happy seeing him forgetting his worries and having fun.

As he was about to throw the ball, you ran towards him and stole it from him laughing as he began to chase you causing you both run in the circle. Soon, you felt his both arms around your waist from behind and you lost your balance causing you both fall down lying beside eachother.

The ball was gone from your hands, don't know where and you didn't even care since you both were laughing mess with your head resting over Baekhyun's arm.

Baekhyun faced his body towards you who was catching her breath while lost in laughing and him lost in you. Soon, he came to a realization that whatever his worries were in his life, you were enough for him to make his life better and happier.

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(27 December)

Next day

7:35 pm

You were standing outside of the Café waiting for your brother as Rose was already gone while you stood there facing the direction to wait for your brother's face to pop up soon. Although, you have told him not to pick you up now but your brothers and your boyfriend along with your dad didn't agreed, hence you were here tapping your foot while waiting so you can go home as you still haven't got any call from Baekhyun since his phone was switched off.

Your phone buzzed, causing you to fish it out to check where a smile crept on your lips seeing the name before picking it up but before you could answer it, his voice reached your ear. [You really don't listen to me, don't you?]

You frowned. [Hm? What?]

[I told you to wear something warm so you won't catch cold again]

You were about to reply but then it hit your brain causing your eyes to widen as you instantly turned around to him standing behind, not so far away.

Dressed in a Grey suit and a black coat reaching his thigh while his hair styled upwards making him look good than he already was where you frowned with your phone still pressed against your ear. [When did you get here?]

[Just now, but can you hang up and hug your boyfriend now?] He asked, hanging up as he spread his arms motioning you to come with his chin while smiling widely. Smiling back, you jogged towards him and engulfed him in a hug where his arms wounded around your waist sweeping you off the ground slightly.

Placing you down gently, you attempted to pull away only for him to tightened his grip on you as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "Don't, I had a very long day today."

You smiled. "You did well today and you won. I'm so proud of you."

He pulled away holding you by your waist as your arms were locked around his neck and his brows crashed. "How did you know?"

"I can see through you." You said and he mouthed your words together with you making you both laugh. "And I knew you would win. Who's boyfriend are you?"

"Oh~ Confident, huh?" He raised his eyebrows smirking and you shrugged smiling before he leaned his head forehead against yours. "And yes, we won."

"But weren't we meeting at home?" You questioned and he nodded. "That was the plan but Sehun told about the presentation on the group and now they want a treat."

"I guess my card is going to be empty by the night." He sighed, looking up and you laughed making him look at you with a playful glare before smiling. "And I can't just count you out, you know."

You nodded as you both pulled away before he looked at you up to down wearing a thick knitted sweater and jeans. "Don't you think, you're taking the winter too easily? You have made a vow to make me worry."

You frowned. "It's not that cold."

"Yeah?" He took off his coat before wrapping it around you as he took your cold hands in his hands to warm them up. "But your strawberry nose is telling me otherwise."

You sniffed, making him giggle before you held out your hand. "Can I drive?"

Instead of handing the keys, he grabbed your hand before taking a quick peck from your lips leaving you blushing as he walked ahead. "No can do, I love my life."

You snapped out before slapping his arm. "Hey!"

You were seated around a long table where your friends and Baekhyun's employees were present who went with him while others couldn't be here for some reasons. Sehun was telling how the atmosphere was serious that he almost forgot what he was going to present and how Young Joon, his employee's face was making him laugh but he didn't dare to infront of them. Their experiences were hilarious making everyone laugh at the table.

Ria was also getting along with them as how her personality is and told you that she had applied for a teaching job which she always wanted to do. You also had applied to a publishing company as you always wanted to work there.

You were relieved as everthing was going well and on the right track.

"Hyung, since we have been working without a break, give us some day off." Sehun said more like a demand and Baekhyun nodded while casually pouring you the chicken soup making you smile at his gesture.

Not others though, as Sehun rolled his eyes making you give him a boring look before continuing your meal.

"Wow, it's so pretty." Ria spoke staring outside the glass window as it was snowing and Chanyeol chuckled. "You're more pretty."

Ria blushed hitting his arm lightly making him giggle while you all stared at them weirdly before Kyungsoo. "Let me eat peacefully."

You chuckled staring outside and suddenly the day where Baekhyun confessed to you while it was snowing crossed your mind making you smile. You turned to look at him and he was already looking at you smiling as if he was thinking the same.

"Wait- what's with this staring?" Sehun asked suspiciously and Baekhyun chuckled. "It's our thing."

"Ugh, Must you do this when I'm eating." Jongin groaned making everyone laugh.

"I'm opening a restaurant soon." Kyungsoo spoke gaining everyone's attention where you all halted while the latter was eating nonchalantly.

"Wow! Really?" Ria exclaimed loudly and he smiled at her reaction while you gave him a thumb up.

"That's a good idea." Jongin said looking at him with twinkling eyes. "I have always liked your cooking.

"Deliver some to our office too." Baekhyun joked casually making him laugh and giving him a nod.

"Kyungsoo-yah, I'll eat a lot for free." Chanyeol said laughing but Kyungsoo's reply made all of you laugh. "Who's letting you in though?"

Chanyeol pouted throwing him an air punch and Ria patted his back. "Don't worry, i'll let you come with me. We'll stay hidden."

You all laughed together before Baekhyun suddenly stood up. "You guys enjoy, I have to take Y/n somewhere."

You frowned but stood up as you helped him wear his blazer and Ria awed. "Just get married already."

Baekhyun chuckled at her and you glared at her before hanging his other coat in your arms. Then he took your hand and led you outside before you both bid goodnight to them and left.

You kept taking glances at your boyfriend imersed in the driving and then outside the silent road. "Mister, we have been driving for like twenty minutes now and I'm asking this hundredth time. Where are we going?"

Baekhyun took quick glance at your confused frustrate face before looking ahead. "And I'm telling you this hundredth time that be patient, Missy."

You huffed. "You know I'm not patient."

He nodded. "Right. So, be a little patient."

You clicked your tongue huffing and leaned your head against the headrest while looking outside before your eyes widened to see the road getting dark and huge trees either side of you.

"Are you throwing me off somewhere because I have been whining lately?" You asked gasping dramatically while making a cry face before looking at him questionly.

Baekhyun looked at you and then ahead before chuckling. "Stop being cute. You're distracting me."

"So just tell me, hm?"

He sighed before looking at you as a mischievous grin crept on his lips. "You're being kidnapped, Coffee bean. Is that answer enough?"

You widened your eyes playing along. "I should call my dad this instant."

"I already told him." He trailed off to look at smirking. "And guess what? He was happy."

"So, this is what I get for being a good girlfriend?" You looked outside with a dramatic expression while Baekhyun couldn't stop smiling at you before he suddenly made a turn and entered in a place filled with trees.

Your eyes enlarged as the car halted in the middle of the forest around a grass areas and you looked at him in surprise. "You were serious about throwing me off?"

He chuckled shaking his head. "Let's get out."

You shook your head vigorously with your eyes going huge. "Haven't you watched horror movies? Mostly ghost wander in forests and the protagonists gets possessed."

Baekhyun watched you blabbering cutely and smiling, he just got out leaving you perplexed and scared before walking towards your side. You rolled down the window and looked at him fearfully. "Baekhyun come inside. What if something happens?"

He chuckled leaning down as he rested his folded arms on the window. "Don't worry, the ghost won't do anything to me when the owner is sitting right here."

You frowned but then your jaw dropped as you attempted to hit but he backed away laughing. "I hate you!"

"No, you love me."

"And why he's so right about this." You muttered huffing before he leaned down again. "And you're going to be the most beautiful ghost ever."

You looked away trying not to smile before looking at him. "And this most beautiful ghost is gonna haunt you forever."

He smiled widely. "And I would love to get haunted."

You both giggled together before he suddenly opened the door and leaned down to unbuckle your seatbelt but you stopped him. "Are you sure?"

Baekhyun frowned. "Are you sure you're a horror lover?"

"That's different!" You whined and he giggled pecking your nose before making you get out of the car.

"Why are- Wow." You gasped as you roamed your eyes around with a shocked face before it turned into an amazed one. The whole area seemed so silent yet it gave a calm feeling with the stars and moon above you looked so beautiful.

Soon, you felt his arms around your shoulder from behind making you smile as you tilted your head to look at him while your arm caressing his arm slowly.

You looked up again. "How did you know this place?"

"The day I went to meet the client and my car broke down around this area. So I roamed around and found this place." He trailed off as he his hand went to your wrist. "When I saw this place, I just had this thought. Ah, I should bring Coffee bean here."

You smiled before feeling something on your wrist as you looked down to see him wearing you a bracelet. You brought your wrist up to see a silver bracelet with your and his first names initial filled with tiny stars around.

You smiled caressing the initials softly. "It's beautiful."

Baekhyun smiled back placing his chin on your shoulder. "Since you love stars, I prepared it like this."

You frowned about to say something but he instantly came infront of before placing your both hands on his shoulders while his hands went to your waist as he lifted you up and placed you on the bonnet.

You blinked couple of times blushing before he wrapped his coat around your legs while walking towards the other side and sat beside you. Smiling, you wrapped half of the coat around his legs making him smile as he scooted closer to you.

Then something hit you. "How do you know I love stars?"

"You told me at the night of the event." He paused to look at you frowning. "Don't tell me, you still don't remember?"

You shook your head smiling sheepishly and he sighed. "I'm never letting you get drunk again."

You giggled wrapping his arm around your shoulder as always while placing your head on his shoulder before kissing his cheek taking him by surprise.

"What was that for?"

"Just, for taking me here."

You both sat in comfortable silence gazing the stars and out of nowhere, a question popped up in your head. "Can I ask you something?"

He sat up as you leaned away before he looked at you. "Let me prepare myself."

You rolled your eyes before staring at him seriously. "How did you know that you love me?"

He was taken aback by your unexpected question but instantly recovered sighing as he licked his lips. "The day when you and Ria met an accident. Your trembling voice through the phone was enough to make me go crazy with worry. And that day I realized, I loved you too much to lose you."

You stared at him amazed by his answer making you feel so lucky to have him by your side and your lips stretched into a smile.

Baekhyun tilted his head. "What about you? How did you know?"

You widened your eyes blinking and looked away before shrugging. "It's nothing special."

Baekhyun frowned. "Everything about you is special to me. So, tell me."

Butterflies erupted in your stomach by his sudden heart fluttering words and you hesitantly looked at him. "Don't laugh, okay?"

Baekhyun raised his hands surrendering. "No, promises."

"Seriously!"

He giggled. "Okay, okay!"

You sighed. "I don't know exactly when but I got a little bit jealous and that was when I realized as why I was feeling like this because I liked you."

"Wait, you got jealous?" He asked amazed before frowning. "But I don't think, I have ever hung out with girls, then who?"

You bit your lip looking away. "Um, that day when you introduced Somi to me."

He bit his lower lip grinning. "Seriously? And here I thought my girlfriend doesn't get jealous."

You sighed closing your eyes. "I shouldn't have told you, you're going to tease me forever."

"You're so right about that." He laughed and you whined pushing him lightly but forgetting your great strength which made him almost fall off the car.

You instantly grabbed his arm at the right time pulling him towards you and you both stared at each other shook before bursting out laughing.

You hugged his waist while leaning your head against his shoulder staring above. "Let's be like this, always."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder making you both lean back against the windscreen before kissing your temple and looked up.

"Always."

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antoxsmith · 5 years ago

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I Put A Spell On You (Part 1)

Warnings - Negan Being Negan, Awkward Reader

Pairings - Negan x Reader

Summary - Reader wants Negan to notice her, so she casts a binding spell. Not that she ever thought it would work.

“What the hell do you mean? Like magic? Sorcery? That kinda shit?”

“Hey, don’t be disrespectful!” The woman gave you a stern look over her deep colored eyes, still shifting the violet cards between her fingers. “Sit, child.” She spoke again, but this time it was barely a tranquil murmur. A little skeptical, you bit the insides of your cheek and sat down in front of her improvised reading table.

You had just been scavenging, Simon ordered you to go alone to that little house down the hill, saying you could handle whatever was inside.

He probably didn’t think some woman that claims to read the future and do witchcraft would be it. But anyway; you were bored, this woman claimed she would do it for a can of beans and you were more than curious.

“Oh, I see. You don’t believe just yet.” The odd-looking woman spoke, extending the palm of her hand towards you. Still in doubt, you gave her your left hand. “Oh, honey…” She murmured as soon as she touched you. You quickly frowned.

“What? You just touched me!” You addressed defensively. There was no way she saw something negative that quick.

“Shh! I am trying to concentrate.” She shushed you, closing her eyelids. You sighed, but did as you were told, instead looking over her strange outfit. How did she manage to make it in this world if she was acting like this? She was even wearing a big green turban that was way too loose for her. “Oh, I see. Determined. Dreamy. A bit barbaric and demanding. And an authoritarian. That’s good.” Just then did she look up to you again. “I’d normally ask, but I see your intentions just fine. Tell me about him.”

You frowned nervously; your lips curling, weirded out. “Uhm… W-Who?” You asked. She was right about everything she said about you and it was scary as hell.

“Him. I see a man all over your head. You want him to notice you; don’t you?” She asked, titling her head and maintaining eye contact. You bit your lip, embarrassed, and looked away. “Don’t worry, honey. You are paying for this, remember? So. Tell me about him, sweetie.”

You sighed softly and nodded, remembering the can of beans. “Well, uh- He is admirable. And captivating. He is a natural leader, actually uhm… my leader- my communities’ leader, I mean.” You mumbled, noticing you were starting to trail off. “Also, he is very, very humorous and… well, I guess some people think he is hostile but I think he is just very good at hiding what he feels. Oh! And moralistic too.” You chuckled softly, unaware of your sparkling eyes.

“Mm… I understand. I see.” She looked up to him as if she had just realized something and leaned forward; urging you to do so too. “Do you want him really, really bad?” She asked, making you blush horribly.

“Well… yes. I do.” You nodded with honesty.

“Then close your eyes and just think about him.”

You were a bit skeptical still, but something inside of you told you to do as you were told. After a little uncertainty, you finally did. You thought about Negan, the way he spoke, the way he walked. The little times he would talk to you or command you to do something. You thought about how much to admired him and how much you wanted him to notice you more than just a lieutenant. So locked inside your head that you didn’t hear her weird murmurs in another language.

“…And that’s it, sweetie.”

As you heard her calling for you, you opened your eyes again, weirded out. You didn’t feel different, not at all.

“Uhm… That’s what, exactly?” You asked.

“You’ll see. Negan, right?” She asked and you slowly nodded, trying no to freak out. “Well, that’ll be a can of beans for me.” She chuckled, letting go of your hand.

You frowned, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Alright. But if you just played me, I’ll-“

“I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

You frowned again, crinkling your nose and reaching for your backpack to give her the damn food. You placed it over the table and pinched your nose as you made your way out of that place, not saying another word. It felt weird inside of that place and you just really wanted to get out. Plus, Simon was probably kind of preoccupied by now.

A few hours later you were finally arriving to The Sanctuary. It was already very dark and you were all covered with blood. After going out of that hill you had encountered a horde and it was kind of hard to get out of it. It made you forget about that strange lady almost completely. Almost.

“Good job everyone. Go change to your rooms and-“ Simon was speaking to your group, when you all heard it. Negan’s whistles. The sound of it made your skin tickle, but you were reminded about reality when everyone around you kneeled as the loud and heavy footsteps aproached. You quickly did the same and fixed your gaze on the ground beneath you.

“Simon! There you are. The man of the hour!” Negan’s rough voice echoed inside of you and made you bite your lip. His aura wasn’t something anyone could ignore. “Why the hell are a bunch of my men covered in guts and blood, Simon? Aren’t you supposed to take care of them?” He asked. You didn’t dare to look up, just knowing he was getting on Simon’s face. “Also; I remember you went out to scavenge. And scavenge you did fucking not. What is this shit? A few cans of… whatever is this shit?” He asked, raising his voice.

“We couldn’t find more, boss-“ Simon tried to answer. As you heard a loud thud, some of you found the courage to look up, scared to see Simon’s head rolling. It wasn’t. It was just Lucille smacking against the wall. Negan chuckled, noticing the horror on some of your faces.

“I expect more from my best men…” He said, reading over everyone’s faces on the ground. You felt your breath and your pulse getting quicker. As his eyes found yours, he furrowed his brows, something switching inside of him. “…and women.” He mentioned, not leaving your eyes for a few seconds.

You gulped, trying to keep a neutral look on your face as you looked back down to the ground. That… that was weird. Why did he look at you like that? Like he…

Like he noticed you?

Everything was blocked now. Only did you come back to reality when you felt everyone around you getting up from the ground. As if in trance, you did the same.

It couldn’t be, right? It was probably just a mere coincidence. Also, it was just a look. You couldn’t get so nervous and aroused from a simple look. Talk about overreacting.

As you were about to turn on the hallway, you felt a hand closing around your wrist softly. In anxiety and with everything still inside your head, you quickly snapped and threw a punch to anyone who was touching you.

“Oh! Oh God- Boss, I am sorry-“ You started saying, thankful that no one was around to see how you just punched Negan’s nose, the dark hallway way too silent and dark for that. You almost couldn’t make out it was Negan… well, only if you hadn’t spent hours studying him. He quickly put the palm of his hand up, telling you to shut the fuck up; as his other hand covered his face and rubbed the area. Of course, you were too stupid to do as you were told. “I swear I didn’t mean to- Please, please don’t Lucille me; I have too much to live yet!” You claimed.

Just as this couldn’t get worse, Negan’s hand lowered and the look of hurt quickly faded; instead, being replaced by amusement and… laughter?

Was he really making fun of you right now?

“Please don’t Lucille me? “He imitated your voice with a high pitch. “What’s that, honey?” He started laughing out loud. You bit your lip, trying not to feel worse. Instead, his laughter giving you time to notice him. Notice his beautiful eyes, his dimples, and how fucking close he was. Even as he was mocking you, he made you feel… grand. Better. Not to mention he just called you honey.

“I’m sorry.” You said again and pouted softly. “Does it hurt?” You asked, your hands uncontrollably going up to his face. He seemed like he wanted to back away from your touch, his laughter quickly coming to an end. But he didn’t. He stayed there.

“You’ve got a great fist.” He smiled softly down to you, somehow enjoying the way your eyes scouted his skin concernedly. Had been a while.

Yeah, a long, long while since someone had looked at him like they truly, deeply cared.

She noticed what she was doing and awkwardly put her hands away from his tough skin. “So… you won’t Lucille me?” You asked, teasing him. It didn’t fail to make him giggle like a kid.

“What is that anyway?” He titled his head, your hands finally leaving his face.

“Well… you know. When you bash people’s heads in?” She mumbled, looking down a bit nervous. “Some people call it that. But don’t worry. We still fear you.”

“You fear me?” He raised an eyebrow, a cocky tone making its way and clicking his tongue. He leaned on the wall and looked down to you as if you were some kind of snack. And you were still covered in blood.

“Uhm... No? Nope. I don’t think so.” You looked up to him through your lashes. “Uhm… boss?” You asked, even though you already had his full attention.

“Yes?” He asked, licking his lips.

“I- Eh, I should go take a shower.” You mumbled, looking down to his lips. It was impossible not to. He nodded slowly, both of you noticing how tense the air was getting. You titled your head and smiled softly, now messing with him. “Do you even know my name?”

He seemed to snap himself out of his thoughts. “Not yet. I’m fucking surprised I haven’t seen you before. Come see me tomorrow, will you, baby girl?”

Fuck.

Not that nickname.

PART 2

So! This will probably be like 4 or 5 chapters long. But it really depends on what y’all think. I’m also open to ideas!

Love you :) xox

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newobsessionweekly · 5 years ago

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First fight🌿

a/n: yes, I’ll say that again. I’m not a writer, but I had an idea and yeah, I wrote it down. word count: 2.081

Arón Piper x reader🌿

You are probably more in love with Spain than with your boyfriend. And you love him terribly, but being here in Valencia, walking through the town with Arón’s hand holding yours, it feels like heaven. You never thought that you’ll had the chance to travel this soon, and this country never stops to surpise you. Someone saw your performance at one of the fashion shows and proposed to made a photoshoot for the Oysho’s new line of swimsuits. You were shoocked, this is a great opportunity and Arón pushed you from behind to accept it. The only problem was that you had to be in Valencia for the weekend.

“There is nothing like a problem here.” he shooked his head and smiled so bright at you.

“What do you mean?” you frowned at him, but not for so long, he looks so adorable that he made you smile too.

“Well, I can come with you. And you can meet my parents, amor.” he smiled even larger when he saw your terrified face.

And you were terrified, you still are despite the fact that is the second day there. But everything is so beautiful, the town emanates so much happiness and love, and everywhere you can feel the sea breeze. The dinner was postponed for this night because yesterday after the shooting you were so tired that you fell asleep in the five minutes break before you were supossed to get ready for the dinner. You felt so bad because since you were there, you hadn’t have the chance to meet his parents properly. You saw them last evening when you arrived from the beach and in the morning while rushing through the door.

His parents offered him the car to take you to the shooting, but he turned them down. He preferes to hold your hand while presenting the city he had grown up with. And for almost seven months since you were together, he had plenty of time to descover you and all the thoughts that were in your mind, especially that you adored long walks and creating sweet memories with him.

While padding on the cliff, you saw a man aproaching, imediately changing his face when he saw Arón, like something was happening between them, something unusual. Your boyfriend also let your hand slip apart on the image of the man. The misterious guy started jumping and laughing along with your boyfriend and then they hugged so tight as you laugh at the image. They looked so happy, it seems like they know for so long and maybe missed each other for too long.

” This gilipollas has been my best friend for more than fifteen years!” Aron proudly said and introduced you to aparentely his best friend.

”Marco, ¡mucho gusto!” the two of you shook hands.

” (y/n). ¡Encantada!” you smiled at Marco and looked at your watch. Five more minutes until the shooting starts and you are not there.

” You go with him and catch up, I'll call you when I'm done, alright? It'a a three minutes walk, no one is gonna kidnap me. ” you laugh as you faced Aron.

”Be careful, amor!” he hugged you softely and kissed you so sweet that you had to take a few seconds to came down to earth. You couldn’t get used to the fact that you are dating this amazing man and he actually likes you. You are in love, a hundred percent, but when it comes to his feelings, is not that he doesn’t like you, but you don’t really know if he is in love with you as strongly as you are with him.

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The ride towards the restaurant was awkwardly silent and Arón seemed strange, but you blamed the meeting with his friend, maybe he misses now the other friends of his.

The restaurant was at the last floor, the walls were made of glass and you could see the sun kissing the sea while it went down. You love Valencia even more now, with all these amazing places, you could imagine how it would be to live here, maybe with Arón. Owning a flat on the last floor like the one you have back in Madrid or maybe a beautiful tiny house near the sea. This place made you dream so deeply, but it was a beautiful dream you want to plan with Arón. Ah, you are so in love.

“(y/n)! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Arón’s mom greeted for the both of them, while you kissed each other on the cheeks.

“Lo siento! I am really sorry for being literally a ghost. I didn’t mean to be rude!” you apologised.

“De nada! We understand, querida! This way used to be Arón as well when he still lived with us.” his mom caressed your hand and smiled at you.

You getting along with his parents so well should make him happy, but he’s smoking already the third cigarette and never looked at you. Taking a sip from the wine you ordered, you let yourself admire this handsome man and tried to figure out what happened with him.

“Are you ok?” you asked him silently. He looked at you just one second then moved his sight on the window.

“Yeah, perfect.” he eventually answered.

You frowned at him, trying so desperately to catch his sight, but he fiercely refused to look at you. Ok, you did something wrong, but what? You started getting mad because he wouldn’t tell you what is bothering him so you could took that away and made him happy again.

“Perdonanos!” you grabbed his arm and made him follow you unwillingly into the toilet.

“What is wrong, cariño?” you placed a hand on his cheek but he grabbed your arm and pulled you away.

“Nothing. Just you are fucking him behind my back, I had to pretend it’s ok and never happend, especially in front of my parents because they like you so much.” he finally looked at you but he gave you the most indifferent look.

“What are you talking about?” you asked him. You didn’t want to make him even more angrier, but you seriously didn’t knew what was he talking about.

“I had suspicions for a while, all those hugs and touches, all the kisses on the forehead or cheek. And now you basically threw my suspicions in my face and told me I am right.” and now he’s the one that throws at you spicy words. What the fuck? You and Miguel? That could never happen. You know each other too well, you told him the strong feelings you have for Arón. You could never do that to Arón and especially not with Miguel.

“Miguel is like my brother. And he is the only family I’ve got here. Would you calm down for a minute and try to think what the fuck are you saying? He just add a comment on my post and I responded! It doesn’t mean that I’m fucking with him!” the adrenaline started running through your veins while the anger just got at a higher level.

“He sends you heart emojis and says he loves you and you replied with kisses.I am the one that is not thinking, right...” he rolled his eyes, having his arms crossed over his chest.

“I am here, with you at a fucking dinner to meet your fucking parents and you are saying that I am cheating on you! You know what? I better leave, before I say something and ruin this whole damn think. Because I basically ruin everything, right?” you walked away from the toilet, tears running down your face, not caring at all about all the people staring. You approached the table where his parents were staying concerned about you two and grabbed you purse.

“Where are you going? You don’t even know this city!” you can tell he’s worried, but for now you nedded to calm down and think.

“Don’t follow me, please!” you could hear his fist making contact with the table and him swearing, but you just ran outside.

You were walking on the cliff, only in your dress, you forgot your jacket at the restaurant. The sound of the waves smashing on the sand calmed you down, you weren’t angry anymore, but still couldn’t stop crying. Your head hurted as much as the heart and on your chest was pressing all the worries and the doubts he had been through because of you. You hate yourself right now. You didn’t do anything wrong, Miguel is like a brother to you, but something made Arón think otherwise.

“Aye, Chica, I hope your calling me to tell me you finally slept together, otherwise I am about to end this call.” Miguel laughed at the other end and didn’t let you say a word since the call started.

“Well, he thinks I’m cheating on him with you so the only people fucking here is you and I in his head.” you tried to talk properly and not to let a sigh out of your mouth.

“Wait, you are joking, right?” Miguel responded.

“No.”

“What on earth does he have on that head? Rice?” you stayed silent for a while then he talked again: “Where are you? Can you get him on the phone please?”

“I’m not with him right now, but don’t do anything stupid, I’ll go and talk to him!”

“Ok, but be careful out there, don’t go too far away, ok?”

“Sure. I love you, like in a brother and sister way.” you finally wiped you last tear. You couldn’t ask for a better friend, he cares

“Yeah, like Valerio and Lu loves each other. “ he was joking, obviously, but made you laugh. You ended the call and headed towards the building to find Arón and fix up this misunderstanding.

When you entered in the apartment, his parents were on the couch, catching up with the late night news. They both looked your way, but his mother shooked her head. He wasn’t in his room, but where? You frozed for a second thinking maybe he tried to find you and to talk to you, and maybe he’s now looking for you in the town. ¡Joder! How stupid!

“He’s on the rooftop.” his dad smiled softly at you.

When you got up on top of the building, the view was breathtaking. You could see the moon and it’s reflection on the sea through the other buildings. And you could see Arón, standing on the edge, facing the sea. You could still hear the sound of the waves, and you hoped that it would mask the sound of your footsteps.

“You are here!” he faced you, and smiled a little.

“Of course I’m here. I will always be.” you approached with baby steps.

“You don’t know how sorry I am, baby-“ he tried to talk, but you stopped him.

“I am actually very sorry. I’ve been so busy these days, I didn’t really showed you how much you mean to me.” you grabbed his cheek.

“It was stupid of me to assume that you are fucking with Miguel.” he closed his eyes.

“Yeah, it was. But the only man I wanna fuck is you, gilipollas!” you finally speak the truth out loud.

He laughed, actually finding very funny your spanish pronunciation, expecially when you try to be serious but speak dirty words. He closed the distance between the two of you with a soft kiss. You always think that this man deserves the world, and deserves to know how much he’s loved, especially by you.

“I am so in love with you, tanto!” you told him and kissed him again. “Yeah, pretty bad then, because I just wanna fuck you.” both of you laughed and he hugged you tight, while watching the sea from the rooftop. “It’s really beautiful up here. And I guess your parents don’t like me very much now.” you just stayed there in his arms where it felt like home. “You are the first one I’m with here, so you are pretty special. And my parents actually adore you, amor.” he lights a cigarette, but still holds you in his arms. You are not a fan of the cigarettes, but you let him smoke near you anyway because it can take his uncertainties away. Smoking helps him more than you could and you are ok with it. And besides, he looks so hot while doing that.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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What if Kaito saw that a civilian was badly hurt while he was outside, from a nearby villain fight or something, and was about to walk by them but then his mother's voice was in his head about being kind to others. That thought makes him stop and do the bare minimum to help the civilian. It turns out that the civilian was a UA student.

Boi boi BOI BOI-!

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"So this is supposed to be our new assignment?" Kaito asked with a hint of disgust looking down at the papers his colleague just handed it to him.

The great importance of a hero on the society... he wanted to use his quirk so badly at that paper but it was a school project...

And even despite not needing grades in any subjects he wouldn't actually like a fight between his father and the coucelour only because he didn't want to make something just as stupid as that.

His mother would get extressed and not even commenting on his dad. So it was for the better uf he simply shutted up and did it that cursed thing.

"Come on dude. Even despite not likung them, heroes have a great job on helping and protecting the population." Ikuchi answered while walking alinsides Kaito, waving his tail at the papers in the boy's hands "See? And is the most simple one. I even sayed something good to start with!"

"You're sick Ikuchi." Kaito growled before folding the sheets and placing inside his backpack.

"Come on you say this to anyone in our class." The boy sighed in desperation.

"Because all of them are. Simple as that." Both stopped on a division of streets and discussed about the hours of meeting at the school.

"Cool then! I will talk about it with my guardian then Chisaki."

"Same goes to me and my parents. Don't be late." Ikuchi smirked showing his fangs before waving at Kaito who only nodded before returning to walk.

"The great importance of a hero on the society." He scoffed before grabbung his water bottle, walkimg calmly towards his home "That place is lacking off of usual and actual interesting content of study, I swear if only dad knew it the whole thing..."

He almost jumped at a explosion and quickly crouched down on the ground to place his hand on it to create a barrier to not be attacked with the blue flames and explosions.

Shit. If his mom and dad knew he got hurt on hiis first walk back home alone he would mever be able to walk without a body guard again...

"GROUND ZERO SURROUND THE AREA!"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO FUCKING DO STUPID DEKU! I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING IT!"

Ah. Two of the top 3 heroes... Just. Great. Fantastic.

The fight ended thankfully shortly after and Kaito put it back thhe way it was the street with a sigh...

He checked himself if there was any dort on his uniform and sighed in relief before adjusting his backbag to continue his walk home...

That is if he didn't heard grunts and weak cries.

He looked a bit in front of him a boy, not much younger than him, almost completly crashed by the buildings... all this destruction on those stupid fights between villains and heroes.

He scoffed before wenting to take a step before the sweet and gentle voice of his mother surrounded his head.

'Kindness is a very good aspect my soldier... always be respectful and good towards others, there's nothing more pleasant than feeling that good sentiment of helping someone in need...' she carresed his hair before placing a kiss on his forehead.

'Sure. Do that. Earn their trust, and you earn a subordinate. Good strategy my angel.' His father said nonchalantly, eyes still fixed on his book while the child giggle at the way his mother yelped that this was not what she meant.

His legs moved without thinking and he placed his bag down for a moment as he analyzed the scrumbs.

"P-please-!"

"Shut it." Kaito said with worry as he looked over and over the boy's body and the building before preparing to use his quirk "Can you tell me if you can feel any fractured or even broken bones?"

"There's m-my foot, but I-" the boy stopped talkimg as Kaito overhauled slowly the concrete that once crushed his body, uniting the pieced back together to only place it on the other side... helping the guy at least sit up.

"Your foor you said? Only that?" The boy nodded while wincing when he tried to move a bit.

Kaito pursued his lips together in a thin line before he got his bag to bring one of his biology's books... opening straight on the human body's anatomy.

"This might hurt for a bit, but it will be quick I promise." He said while leaving the book open in the ground before daring to use his quirk on the boy's foot.

The young man bited on his shirt to contain his painful shout befofe he let go to see that he wasn't feeling any pain at all anymore.

"Woah dude!" He got up with a jump while Kaito smirked at his own progress.

Just wait until he told you and dad about it!

"Man your quirk is amazing!" The boy hitted his own foot in the floor with a laugh before turning to look at Kaito with a big smile "What's the name?!"

Kaito arched his eyebrow while picking his book and placing it back on his bavkpack before muttering a response.

"Overhaul. I can basicall-"

"No dude! What's your name?" The boy chuckled while Kaito standed up.

"Then you should have said it at first." He scoffed "Chisaki. Chisaki Kaito."

"I see. Ne Chisaki-kun! You were amazing back there! I should totally recommend you to my sensei and school! What grade are you in?"

"We dont even know each other. Slow down with the questions." Kaito said a bit uncomfortable with the blonde's excitement.

"Sorry! Is just that i am genuinely astonished! Mister Deku would totally agree with me that you would do a fine hero one day!"

Something inside him almost make him fall ass he hearded the last four words.

He only took noticed of the guy's uniform right now... impossible to mistaken with anyone due to how the media vanglorized those things.

"You're... from U.A..." he whispered the words with a frow... he just had helped a soon to be hero.

"Yeah, something wrong Chisaki-kun?" The boy asked while tilting his head.

... it didn't mattered. Soon to be hero or not, it was still a young human life on the line. His mother would be proud of him.

"No. Not at all." He said nonchalantly before starting to walk away before the boy called him out again "What?" He growled.

"Please I want you to introduce you to my sensei!" He widened his eyes at seing the green haired muscular young man aproaching from behind.

Shit. No. No. No. Hell no. The number one hero? Absolutely not.

Bunch of sicks.

"Don't bother. I am not interested. I have way better jobs to do alongsides my father." He spoked like his words were acid and started to walk away, smirking at the boy's question what could be better then working as a hero.

"Ever heard of the name Overhaul?" The air of that place seemes to get colder and the clouds covered the skies only to add more to the creppy atmosphere...

"Shie Hassaikai... you might be interested if you want to work with the real big guys." Kaito swnded him a serious but devilishly half smirk before returning his walk.

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l1ana · 7 years ago

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Imagine being able to hold Thors' hammer

Summary: Yeet, idfk I'm in a car thinking this up so yEAH—

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You were the main one to usually tidy up after the messes that the rest of the avengers made in the tower; that included repairing destroyed parts of it. After all, it was the least you could do to repay Tony for letting you in as one of the family. Unfortunately, being let into the family also meant being the main target for idiot or cruel pranks cast upon you by the rest of the team. It was hard to get used to at first, but you eventually made way to accept that everyone were just as goofy and carefree on the inside as they were on the outside— They never meant you any harm.

Today was no different. Long story short: some idiot tried to attack the tower, lots of collateral damage to the tower, you going to clean up the tower. “[Name], you know I have money for a reason, right?” Tony asked, walking underneath the ladder you stood on with a coffee mug in hand. “Yeah but fixing things is my specialty. Consider it a second hobby besides helping you guys kick the shit out of bad guys.” “Language.” Steve groaned, relaxing into the couch. A smirk graced your face. “Figured you'd say that.” Tony took a seat at the dining room table.

“That guy was... Tough.” Clint exhaled an aggravated sigh. “Yeah, tell me about it.” Natasha added. “Are you all okay? I can fix you some cup of tea if you'd like.” You said, waving your hand upwards to have a multitude of tools make their way to the walls and initiated the cleanup. “No, no, [Name]. It's quite alright.” Bucky dismissed, still wondering how you could be in such a happy-go-lucky mood after what the hell just happened.

You reached your left hand downwards, expecting one of your tools to fly into hand. “Uhhh, I can't seem to find my hammer. Can someone get an extra from the closet?” At those words, an idea popped into a certain gods mind. Now he sure enough wasn't the mischievous type compared to his brother Loki, but Thor did enjoy teasing you as much as everyone else did. Clint stared at him with that knowing look in his eyes, fully aware of what the deity had in mind. It was quite obvious to everyone what Thor was thinking, and most of them groaned in dismay or laughed in agreement.

“You honestly can't find any other way to act smooth, can you?” Tony remarked with a sip of his drink. Unlike the others, the capabilities of Thors legendary hammer Mjolnir hadn't been leaked to you at all. And since you hadn't the slightest clue to whatever Thor was brainstorming, this only worked to his favor. “Of course he can't. The only way he knows how to is by telling his long tales of being a god and whatever.” Sam stated with a wave of his hand. To elaborate on what they were saying— Thor may have developed a small l̶a̶r̶g̶e̶ liking towards you. Just a little bit. But honestly, he wasn't the only one.

“You guys just can't leave the poor girl alone for one minute, can you?” Wanda laid back into the recliner while making said comment. “Hey, I'm not the one thinking it up.” Bruce waved his hands around in defense. “Nor am I.” Clint added before doubling with a, “But just in case, 30 bucks saying she'll hold it.” Que the loud and obviously ticked off groans from Steve. “That's a really low move,” He grumbled, throwing his left arm atop of his face. “..... 50 saying she will.”

Bucky threw a pillow at his companions stomach, scolding him for indulging in this idiot plan to make you swoon for Thor. “10 on her not holding it.” Until giving in himself for why not sakes.

Before they knew it, the team was all making quiet bets deciding whether or not your palm could properly wrap around the handle of the legendary hammer without falling. The good news if you couldn't hold it was that Thor could catch you —due to the weight of the hammer knocking you off balance and sending you quickly gravitating towards the floor— in one arm and his hammer in another, looking dashing and being seen in your eyes as ‘hero’. And even if you could hold it, to which he HIGHLY doubted, he'd be getting paid. It was a win-win on either side.

Snickers and moans, followed by a few discouraging comments courtesy of Sam, flew around as Thor aproached the ladder you stood at with Mjolnir behind his back. “[Name], I have the hammer you seek-” Once he turned his eyes up, he immediately dragged them back down to the floor with a crimson stroking his usual pale skin, not wanting to come off as ungentlemanly for staring at your rump. A cough came from his mouth as you opened a free hand and held it out, expecting the hammer to be set into your palm. “Thank you Thor.” Oh goodness your voice was like catnip to a catnip-starved street feline. He absolutely adored it with his entire heart and soul. Almost made him feel bad for what he was about to do. “E-ehem! You're deeply welcome, my dear [Name].” He said, pulling his weapon from behind him and holding it by the base, setting the handle within your palm. His head clocked back towards the team, who either gave a look of affirmation or one of disagreement to his action.

Thor sighed, his fingers releasing grip of the iron block and opening his arms out, ready to catch you.

Nothing happened.

It went dead silent in the tower, the only sound being you hammering the nail into the wall to finish hanging the picture. The amount of jaws that dropped was immesurable. Thor turned his head round to witness the shocked expressions written over his team mates faces. Oh yeah, they looked like all hell had been loose. Deciding to dart his gaze upwards to where they all directed their sights, he joined the rest of the avengers in this awestricken state.

There you were, twirling the hammer in your hand innocently as you wiped the sweat glands forming on your forehead. “There we go. Good as new.” You remarked with a chirp, pushing the picture frame to be straight and neat. You slid down the ladder as the tools fell back into your small toolbox, the top closing itself instinctively with a satisfying snap. “This is quite the odd modeling for a hammer. But nevertheless, thank you for the help. If I had moved, it might've been raining wrenches and iron bits, heh.” A gloved hand, your hand exactly, scratched the nape of your neck as you giggled nervously. Due to your close-eyed grin, you were unable to catch glimpse of Thors' undescribable expression that painted his face.

“I’ll get going to the outside now. Y-you all have fun!” With that you dashed through the living room on your way to the balcony, opening your eyes and taking notice of everyone's faces. “What's wrong? I can always lend an ear if need be.” You chuckled, leaving them all in wake of those words.

“She held it.” Clint was the first to speak up amongst the group, putting a wall between the quietness. “She actually held it.” His mouth was wide enough to stuff and entire pie in as he said that. “She actually held it.” Sam took a long hard stare at his drink, eyes furrowing. What the hell was in it? He wasn't drunk right now, right? Oh well, whatever was in it -or left in it- was gone, down his throat. Natasha just smirked in a know-it-all fashion, retorting “That's what you all get for underestimating the power of [Name],” “Aka the power of unrelenting kindness.” Wanda and Nat did a little fist bump. “Name's worthy... Totally didn't see that coming.” Steve said sarcastically with a smug look. He already foresaw the hammer within your threshold long ago after witnessing what a charismatic young lady you were, always willing to help whenever.

“See, this is the part where I wake up because I know I did not just let a 200 go to waste.” Tony said, pinching his cheeks. Everybody was stuck in conversation, dishing out surprised comments or bragging about the money they got simply from the bet. However, Thor wasn't making any comments at all. No gasps, no inhales, nothing. Just nothing. It was blatantly obvious that he was the most stunned of all. Bruce smirked. “What's the matter Thor? Someone finally picked up the claimed ‘unholdable’ hammer and now you're quiet?”

“To be honest, [Name] is probably the worthiest of us all.” Peter said. “I mean, she has a heart of gold. Literal gold.” He fawned over how much of a sweetheart you absolutely were. Pietro nodded in agreement. “She's a gracious girl with nothing but purity within her.”

It goes without saying that this whole idea of ‘worthy’ didn't define as much to everyone as it did to Thor. So many roads were being laid out before his very eyes revolving around you. This had so many different meanings, so many different futures. You could take place as a ruler of Asgard. You could possibly transend and become a goddess. The head attached to the mop of blonde hair was sent into a ditzy. He was in this state of rethinking literally everything that's eved occured in his life. His emotions were a mix of shock, rage, joy, and so much more— all of them swirling n him and creating a feeling he didn't even know existed. There was no way to even give it proper words. “Hey, Thor.” Rhodney snapped his fingers, eliciting the other to awaken from his daydream. “Oh, yes?”

“So, whatcha gonna do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“[Name] held your hammer. This obviously means something besides the fact that she's boiling with love to spread.” Bucky said. “Isn't there something more to it...?”

“I have to marry her.” Thor said without hesitation. “What?” Everyone in the room perked their heads up. “Asgard must be ruled over with those the hammer deems worthy, and [Name] is without a doubt worthy.” Oh how Steve was happy that he didn't pull the hammer off the table that time when they were all drinking. “Awww, so you finally get a shot to kiss wittle old [Name]y-waymey.” Tony mocked, making fake smooching noises. “He wasn't ever going to make a move on his own, I think it's good that the hammer got involved.” Pietro commented.

“Jeez it's blazing hot out there.” Speak of the devil, there you were, emerging from the outside with sweat running down your body, your clothes almost soaked in the substance. “I could use a drink right about now.” Waltzing your way to the fridge, you bent down and picked out a small glass of water, chugging it down in one gulp and releasing an ‘ahhh’ of satisfaction.

Thor felt something hit his head; A pillow. Glaring at the one who threw it, the god sighed at Clints childish act yet got the message. He inhaled, mustering all the courage he could and walking up to you. “Uhm, lady [Name], I could really-” “Hey Thor. Here's your hammer back.” You turned and greeted, opening his palm to place the hammer in it. “W-wait, you knew this was mines...?” He asked questioningly. “Yup. You always walk around with it after all,” A light laugh emitted as he took the time to process this. “It's pretty light for a hammer that only gods can pick up. Does that make me a goddess?” Everyone overhearing this in the living room snickered. No doubt about it, Thor was going to go crazy.

“Wellll, I guess since it's your hammer, that technically makes me your goddess!”

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writersperpetualblock · 7 years ago

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Could I request you doing another one of those pregnancy ones you did but with Todoroki Shouto? :)

Yess ofc! I love half n half ⚪🔴 Let me just say sorry because you probably wanted lots of fluff but I’ve been craving angst. There’s still fluff though! So let me know what you think.

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Todoroki Shoto reacting to his s/o telling him she is pregnant.

Nothing you ever did with your boyfriend was ever planned out perfectly. It’s not that you didn’t put effort into things it’s just that when you did, the plans always went sideways and things for you two just happened in it’s own way.

You knew Shoto had always been skeptical about having a family, for obvious reasons of how that worked out for him. And even getting into a relationship with you had been a huge milestone for him. So you were, clueless, to say the least about how he’d react to your newly found pregnancy.

It was no problem for you to take the first steps with him, but just the thought of all the possible outcomes had you sulking in your apartment for hours. What if he became too scared and left you by yourself? Or what if he became too pressured and wanted to get rid of the baby? What if he asked you to marry him?

Marriage wasn’t something you felt that had to come with a child. And you loved Shoto but the two of you had stuff you needed to grow through in order to really make a life together.

“What are you thinking about?” Shoto’s voice was suspicious and it made you literally fall from the couch.

“What the fUck you scared me” you pressed a hand against your chest feeling the rapid beats of your heart.

“Sorry, I guess I should still give you a heads up when I’m coming by.” he stood over you as you stood up and smiled at you, grabbing your cheeks and planting a kiss on your lips.

“No, no it’s fine, I gave you a key for a reason. I just… didn’t hear you come in” you give him a smile that looked more like a grimace before making your way into the kitchen trying to busy yourself with anything.

You see your boyfriend frown before looking at you, “Everything okay?”. He walks up to the other side of the kitchen and awaits for your answer.

“I’m just… stressed, work y'know?” you roll your eyes at your lie, and super stressed also with carrying your baby y'know.

“Mm, okay. So I came here from the therapist’s office.” he announces and you look at him, a smile growing on your lips.

“Really? how was it?” you pour a glass of cold milk, mixing in some chocolate and drinking from it.

“I’ve actually started to see why people go to these things, it’s, refreshing? I dunno how to explain it.” Oh God, now was totally not the time to do this God I was so fucked.

“Well you are sharing more so that is definetly a good sign baby” you hand him the glass and he smirks, drinking some.

“That’s not the therapy angel,” he says embracing one arm around your waist “that’s all you.” he presses a kiss to your cheek “You are my safe place.” he kisses your other cheek. “I know I can trust you with anything.”

Well shit now your eyes were watering up. “Fuck” you hiss out, resting your forehead on him. “I love you”

“I want you to trust me too, and I know something is not right with you but you don’t need to tell me now, okay?”

You nod, trying to suck a breath in. “Okay” you look up at him with pressed lips and chuckle when you imagine his beautiful eyes in a small baby. “You’re so cute I hate it.”

He laughs a little confused, and you kiss him. Long and hard, feeling like it might be the last time. Knowing he had to know now or later could become too late. You hated to have to ruin his happiness.

When he pulls away you eyes are already a little wet, and he wipes them with his thumbs. “I think we should talk now Shoto” you try to smile at him and he nods.

You take him to the sofa and grab his hands on yours, heart pounding into your chest and making your hands become shaky. “Angel, whatever it is I’ll listen, don’t worry.”

“I know baby, and I love you so much for it.” You breathe in and try to concentrate. “You know how things just happen to us? Like, how we met for starters?” Shoto nods slowly, trying to piece up together whatever you want to say “Well, you were important to me ever since that moment. And, you made me very happy when you agreed to becoming my boyfriend.” you both chuckle “Shoto, we have been through a lot of stuff you know and, I’m ready for a million more if you will still stand by me.” you look up to your boyfriend and sigh “And, obviously, we didn’t plan what’s next for us but, as usual, fate has decides for us again and well. I found out that I am pregnant.”

His mouth turns into an O and for a second he gets taken aback but it doesn’t seem like he completely understands. You stare into his eyes, hopeful, and craving any type of reaction. But you knew better than to push him.

He blinks once before letting go of your hands and standing up, all in a swift motion. He grabs his hair and his breathing starts escalating. “Fuck” he whispers to himself. “I’m not.. I, fuck” you see him rub his face and run his fingers through his hair repeatedly.

You stand up and stop him in his tracks “Shoto I know this is.. uh, I don’t know how you feel but, I’m here. Just, breathe.” he stares into your eyes, and you are unable to control what he sees in them. You are hopeful, you want things from him and he sees that. And that is probably what makes him do what he does next.

“I’m sorry, im sorry but I can’t I just.” he turns around, making for the door and you feel your heart sink.

“Shoto wait no!” your sob is out before you can even help it “Stop stop please let’s just talk and…” but the door bangs close before you can even finish.

And one of the horror stories playing in your head actually came to life. You were alone. In less than a year there was going to be a baby depending on you and you had been left alone.

Everything breakable that there was at your apartment had paid the price. For hours you lashed out at the objects in your home, getting more than a few cuts out of it. By the time you cooled down there was barely any space on the floor where there wasn’t pieces of glass and wood and even bits of the couch. You knew you would have to fix it all in the morning, and buy new stuff but at the moment you were more worried with how fucked up this baby was going to be because of you two.

So you laid in bed, completely still wishing some magical answer would just appear before you. But it never did, and neither did your sleep.

It was around 4am when you heard the door again, your eyes hurt and your throat was sore. There was no more anger left for him when he came back around, so you just laid there with your back to the door as he came in.

“I’m sorry” he said, getting no answer at all. He aproached the bed and contemplated wether to get in or not. Choosing the first.

He spooned you and nuzzled his face in your neck. “I am so, so sorry, I just needed a moment to think. I’m really sorry I left you like this.”

“It’s going to be so fucked up, this baby.” you mumble with a raspy voice. You feel Todoroki grimace on your skin.

“Don’t say that, we will make it right by him.”

“You know we have options right?” you ask, another tear escaping you. And you feel Todoroki freeze. He pulls away and lays you on your back, trying to find your eyes in the darkness.

“No, we’re not doing this. I fucked up but please don’t talk like that. This is our baby Y/n. We’re not doing anything to him.” the distress in his voice makes you sob and you cover your face with your hands.

“I’m sorry but look at us, we aren’t ready for this!”

“Well we are gonna have to be, because I intend to raise our son to be the very best of both of us.” his voice was breaking too, “No one is ever truly ready for a baby, and he is going to change our lives but I know it’ll be for the best.” He pulled you into his chest and held you tightly in his arms. “We will be strong enough for him, I know it.”

“What if we’re not? What if we just fuck it up? What if you change your mind one day and leave me by myself?”

“ I won’t I won’t I won’t, I promise that I won’t angel I won’t do that to you I’m sorry.”

And there you both laid, afraid to the bone of this pregnancy but together. Holding onto each other, aware of the new milestone you both had to get through and cero idea on how you’d do it. The sun eventually came in through the curtains and neither of you had even closed an eye.

“Why do you think it’s going to be a he?” you ask suddenly and lift your eyes up at Shoto.

“What?” he asks groggily.

“You kept saying he, and at one point you said son. It could easily be a girl.”

“Well, I guess it’ll be easier if it’s a boy. The boys are mommy’s boys so he’d pay more attention to you.”

“What if it is a girl though?”

Shoto chuckles humorlessly “A little girl with your eyes and chin? I think I would die, it would be too much for my heart to take. I’d rather have a boy.”

“You’re just scared of the whole daddy’s girl thing right?”

Shoto shrugs, “Maybe, I don’t know. I’d hate beating up boys that break her heart.”

You both laugh and you turn your back for him to spoon you, he puts his arm over you. Consciously or not, he was slowly moving it down to your belly. And eventually he started caressing the skin of your stomach. It was weird because you usually didn’t like when he’d do that. But now that you know his baby was in there, you didn’t mind him.

“We’re gonna do just fine angel” Shoto says after you’re finally asleep and kisses your shoulder. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Bonus

• Throughout your pregnancy Shoto stayed most of the time at your apartment or you stayed at his. And so as your due date got closer he insisted you move in together, but you for some reason refused to.

• There were some complications with your pregnancy which called for your hospitalizations some times, and trust that Shoto did everything in his power to make sure you and his unborn child got the best care. When he would stay the nights by your side he’d call your baby his heaven and you his angel which melted your whole being.

• Because of the complications he finally got his way and you moved in together, to his apartment since it had two bedrooms. Shoto insisted to do the nursery by himself and make it a surprise for you, but ofcourse you took a few looks when he was out and placed ideas in his head on what to put in it.

• You never found out the sex of the baby before giving birth, the baby found ways to hide in the sonograms or to always be conveniently covered. So Shoto went for a unisex theme in the room, he painted the biggest wall blue like the sky, he drew little clouds and snowflakes. The other walls were a pearly white and some of them held little quotes from the baby’s family, from everyone from Shoto's old class and from your friends too. You cried when Todoroki finished and showed you at last. The crib was mahogany colored just like you had asked and so was the rest of the furniture. Also, his old UA uniform hung un the wall, you didn’t know why but you wanted it to be there. You wanted your baby to have a bright future like his father.

• You went into labor literally in the middle of the street four days before the due date and Todoroki Shoto almost lost his head. He forgot how to function like a proper human being so thank the heavens his sister was there to help you. But once at the hospital you instantly knew something was wrong and next thing you knew you woke up missing a baby and with a very, very worried boyfriend.

• “Don’t you ever do something like that to us again, I thought I’d lost you” “Todoroki where’s our baby?” “Oh she’s fine, she is so beautiful angel, I can’t wait for you to meet her.” “It’s…. it’s a girl?” And that’s when Shoto gave you the brightest smile of them all. “She’s got your eyes and chin.” you both chuckle and he holds your hand. And at that moment everything was fine, you met your baby and realized the names you had thought of were useless. So Shoto was the one to name her, Todoroki Sora, which meant Sky.

• By the time she was five, she had pink hair down to her shoulders, with some red and white stray strands. When she had been a baby her hair was white but with time it looked like it mixed in with the red. Sora was loved by your and Shoto’s family alike, but nothing would ever beat the love her father had for her. Each time he laid eyes on her, every time she smiled or giggled or cried it was like Todoroki’s world shaked a little. Sora wasn’t shy around the two of you, but out in public she took more to her father, being quiet and observant. She was your and Shoto’s sky, and never would there be a child so loved in all of the world than Todoroki Shoto’s daughter.

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