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ferretwhomst · 1 year

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blight-deamonne family headcanons that I enjoy

ps somewhere along the line i just start going off the shits about aladarius so watch out for that<33

Amity is a trans girl and has known this since she was very little

She had to go off puberty blockers during her time in the human realm and had to ask Camila to teach her how to shave

Hunter is also transfem (not a binary girl, but her gender is Generally Girlish) but it takes her awhiiiile to realize because she's never really given much thought to gender. She's always been just a Lil Guy in her mind

That being said he doesn't dislike being referred to as he/him necessarily, and she won't correct anyone who uses them for him

When she has the Realization she approaches Darius and Eberwolf first because he's unsure of how to go about it

Darius offers to teach her how to do her own makeup (he already gives Amity tips every so often) and how to sew dresses and skirts if she wants

Hunter ends up borrowing a shitload of Amity and Emira's clothes ("Girl clothes!!!!!") and, with Darius' help, stitches herself matching versions :-)

Amity is sooo mad about the fact that Hunter (who's the same age as the twins) being assimilated into the family further cements her into the role of Youngest Blight Kid. She likes to treat Hunter as the younger sibling sometimes. She may not be able to surpass her in age but she can Pretend

Emira is genderfluid but mostly fem-leaning. She uses her concealment stone to match her appearance with whatever her gender is, only her gender is Fucky in that on fem days she presents more masc/butch (think her canon epilogue design) and on masc days he presents more fem with longer hair and whatnot

Edric is a nonbinary trans guy and is consequently the only Blight kid who doesn't lean towards femininity in any way. Good for them

Hunter definitely makes Edric read Cosmic Frontier btw. CF is to her what the Azura series is to Amity in a way. She infodumps about it to Edric endlessly until the guy gives in and reads it... and of course he loves it. The man's a nerd !

Eberwolf is pangender and uses he/they/she! Hunter calls her Aunt Eber (he has negative associations with the word "uncle" for obvious reasons) and of course they don't mind

Hunter and Luz get into silly fights over who has the cooler aunt

Eberwolf and Emira LOOOVE putting stickers on everything. Sometimes they do it to draw attention to stuff like important dates on the calendar and checklists but mostly they do it because it's fun <3

One year for Alador's birthday the twins and Hunter sewed him a shirt which just said "I used to be worse" in plain font. He wears it proudly whenever he's lounging around the house

Everyone knew this but Alador is autistic and has ADHD. The man has Zero time management skills he'll spend 14 hours working on a project of his and then go "Dang, I finished this whole project in, what, two hours? I've never been so efficient! Wait what in the fresh hell do you mean it's 5am"

Amity is also autistic and while Odalia was around she was masking Hard. She mostly used to mimic the behaviors of her old friendgroup especially pre-Luz, but over time she's become more comfortable being her authentic self <3

This also includes being Ungodly messy compared to how she was pre-Blight family divorce arc. Yes this is semi-canon judging by her appearance in the epilogue but I felt like I should mention it anyway.

Amity's like "the way I keep my stuff looks like a mess to anyone else but to me it makes perfect sense and if you change it I will kick your ass". Luckily the people close to her are on the same wavelength with that stuff. Especially Alador because of course she picked it up from him

Alador and Eda go out drinking every few weeks (they used to do this regularly in their 20s before Alador got married and Eda began distancing herself from the Hagsquad more and more). Shenanigans ensue. Mostly this culminates in them drunkenly hobbling back to the Owl House and falling asleep on the couch. Both of them snore so fucking loudly, it's a nightmare for anyone who happens to live within a 10km radius of them

Sometimes if they aren't drunk enough to fall asleep immediately they'll host a Karaoke Night where they make absolute fools of themselves with Luz, King and Hooty bearing witness

If someone wakes Darius up from a nap for (mostly) any reason he will bug them about it for the rest of the day

He loves giving advice but he detests the fact that somehow everyone only approaches him for advice when he's getting his much needed beauty sleep

Alador and Darius are T4T by the way. Nobody in this fuckin family is cis.

It probably takes a While for them to get comfortable enough with each other as friends for them to consider dating again. Alador especially is really hesitant after the way his marriage with Odalia went downhill like it did. So they take it slow at first

Once Alador gets comfortable though, there is absolutely No going back. He is absolutely so fucking cringe and even just downright annoying about the fact that he's dating Darius

He's constantly like "Darius looks gorgeous today have you guys Seen him" "Everyone look at what I made for my husband do you think he'll like it"

(They aren't even married nor do they intend to be For Awhile. It's just that Alador likes that after years of a loveless marriage he can finally associate the idea of being/having a husband with real, genuine love and affection. Idk if I'm making sense here. I really hope so lol)

He's like a teenager about it but to be fair to him he hasn't been so deeply in love with someone in 20+ years, he may be pushing fifty but he deserves it

And of course Darius indulges him. Naturally he'll take any opportunity to be a little extra, but also he genuinely wants to appreciate Alador more openly given Odalia's treatment of him

He's constantly using his gay little nicknames for Alador in private and in public ("darling" is a favorite of his because it always makes Alador all smiley) and not to mention the casual physical affection

And get this: They still passive-aggressively vague each other on Penstagram, only now they do so from across the room and smirk at each other when they see each other's posts.

Everyone who's following them on there but doesn't know them personally is So fucking confused as to what's going on. They're following each other now?? But they're still one-upping each other in every post they make??? Why is Darius in Alador's office in this one photo, I thought they hated each other??? Alador is in the background of like 1/3rd of the photos Darius takes and vice versa??? What is Happening ???????

Together they are the #1 most insufferable middle-aged queer couple on the Isles (Raeda are a close second though and Eda works every day towards besting the abomidads)

if you agree with any of this and enjoyed reading then Please god interact with me i think about this silly little family more than i should and i would fucking LOVE to share my thoughts w more people >:-D

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redahlia-writes · 10 months

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you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

seven. as long as you follow.

content (for this chapter): smut (mild), tooth-rotting fluff, i mean a lot of fluff, wedding, a lot of speeches, all of them are being menaces, unedited

word count: 6.3k

a/n: so this is the final chapter and i'm in shambles i already miss them. i might, later on, write some blurbs of the before, during and after of their lives together, but as for the main story, there you have it. thank you to @lcvenderblues specifically for putting up with me through this whole thing, i know leave the rest in your hands

reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated. you can send it here, too. i will also be taking questions about this story !!

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“There was a time when I believed marriage was not for me. Scratch that–I believed love was not for me. That I didn’t deserve it, not in the way I wanted it. For a while, I stopped caring, or pretended I didn’t care, just so I could go on. And when I met Camila, I still thought that. I’m sure everyone’s aware of the way we began, so I believe it’s not that odd of me to say: I thought that was it. One fun moment that’d be gone soon, something to think about in my spare time–which, let me tell you, it wasn’t that much with a toddler–but that’d be the end of it all. It didn’t matter that I was instantly captivated by her, that I didn’t want the night to end, or that she managed to break through that barrier I’d built so carefully around myself with just one smile–none of it mattered, because I’d wake up in the morning and she’d be gone. Except she wasn’t, so then I thought she’d find out I had a kid and then she’d go. But again, she didn’t. Time and time again I told myself this is it, this is the moment it’s all over, and time and time again she proved me wrong. At some point, whether consciously or not I cannot say, I stopped being afraid she’d vanish from my life, and I don’t know if it was because I realized just how stubborn she is or I somehow settled down, I just–she was here, with me, and I knew I could count on her presence. On her love. On her. And I suddenly felt like the luckiest person in the world. I love you, Mila, and I promise you’ll get tired of hearing me say it, and I’ll just keep repeating it. Ah, no llores–”

“Are you going to cry?” Santi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned towards Frankie, looking around at the few people settling in their seats when Benny came announcing Camila would be arriving shortly–his face red and eyes glimmering, a muffled tone to his words. “Because Benny took all the tissues I had, so–”

“It’s fine, Pope,” Frankie said in return, hands fidgeting at his sides. “Wait, what happened with Benny?” he frowned, gaze flitting from one man to the other moving back towards the house, hands running down the front of his shirt.

“He cried when he saw Alba with the flower basket,” Santi grinned, though there was a softness in his voice at the thought of the little girl patiently waiting in the kitchen for her mom. Pope looked back towards Frankie, his head slightly tilted. “You are going to cry, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” Frankie scoffed, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt, the neck of it left open at the first two buttons. “This doesn’t exactly happen every day.”

“You’re getting married,” Santi mused, his gaze flickering towards the guests–no more than 25, a familiar face smiling back at him when their gazes met. He returned the smile, then placed his hands on Frankie’s shoulders. “Holy shit, you’re getting married.”

Low murmuring rose across the seat as the window from the kitchen slid open, heads turning and Frankie’s body seizing as he inhaled deeply and held his breath, fidgeting again with the cuffs of his shirt, his gaze falling to Alba. The child skipped outside, a puffy yellow dress moving with her as she threw the flowers she’d carefully picked with Camila all across the garden. Just a couple steps behind, Benny emerged from the kitchen, holding the door open to let Camila through.

“Holy shit indeed,” Frankie muttered in his next exhale, a stutter in his heart when Camila looked up and met his gaze.

“Stop it, both of you,” Will reprimanded from their side, but a crack ran through his voice, too. “You should be turned around, Fish.”

“I already knew what my wife looks like,” Frankie scoffed, moving his torso only–he couldn’t look away from Camila.

“Wife-to-be,” Will corrected, amused.

They’d wanted a small thing. Few people and fewer preparations, most of it going to the decorating of their backyard where they were, with long tables around the edges and an arch they’d built together. No suit and tie for Frankie, just a white button down and fitted trousers–no gown for her, rather a simple cream dress with sheer sleeves and a long-ish skirt, hair left unbound just as the day he’d met her, a crown of flowers just as promised to Alba, and her cheeks sunburnt from the days spent in the garden. She was barefoot.

“Are you arguing?” she called from the end of the aisle, Benny at her side as she placed her hands on her hips–she was smiling, bright and wide, lines at the corners of her eyes.

“No ma’am,” Will returned, matching her tone–Frankie could hear the smile in his friend’s voice, could feel Santi chuckling by his side and see Benny’s joy all across his face.

He could see Alba, running up to him, flowers all but forgotten as she crashed into him, bouncing with her arms wrapped around his legs–a moment later, Camila did the same, a small hop on the spot before sprinting towards them, immediately going to wrap her arms around Frankie.

“Hi,” she whispered into the crook of his neck, one of his hands on the small of her back to keep her close, the other resting on Alba’s head. They could hear the others murmuring softly, through chuckles and ohs.

“Hi,” he mumbled, a quick kiss to her temple, careful to not squish the flowers.

“Should we get married?” she grinned, looking up at him, eyes shimmering–somewhere between unshed tears and utter joy.

“Yes,” he nodded, another kiss to her forehead–he almost leaned in, kissed her in full, felt the tug forward as he bowed his head a little, but he could feel Will’s gaze on the side of his face and smirked, turning slightly towards him with a small nod.

They remained like that for the whole ceremony, tangled together and incredibly close, her head tilted towards his shoulder, her thumb rubbing figures on his back, gazes searching for the other’s every now and then as Will spoke–Alba stood on the side, restless, bracketed by Santi and Benny (who’d started tearing up again).

“When people get in a relationship, you often hear the phrase honeymoon phase,” Will started as the silence settled in fully, clearing his throat once. “That moment of euphoria that’s carefree and happy and all that–it is said that it lasts just a limited amount of time, but I know that to not be true. You only have to look in front of you to see it for yourself–seriously, you’re gonna spend the whole ceremony like this?”

“Yes,” Camila grinned wide, tightening her hold around Frankie’s waist and resting her head on his shoulder. Santi snorted, quick to cover his mouth with the hand he didn’t have on Alba’s shoulder. “Go on,” she added then, making Will chuckle, a fond roll of his eyes.

“I won’t bore you with details about Cami or Frankie, about them as a couple–that’s for later, when we’re all too full from the food Verónica and Emilia prepared, so that no one can run away,” more laughter from the seats, Will bowing his head in the women’s direction. “But I will say this: I feel very lucky I’ve witnessed, and continue witnessing, a love like theirs. It feels like hope, it feels like a breath of fresh air to see such love. When they asked me to be the one to marry them, I panicked and made a stupid joke I won’t repeat–”

“He said he’s more of a monogamous guy,” Camila said from over Frankie’s shoulder, her chin resting on it for a moment through the snickers and Will’s defeated sigh.

“Thank you, Cami,” she grinned in his direction. “I didn’t know what I was going to talk about. I had no idea what I was going to tell you about them, their love. First I thought I’d count; count the looks, count the kisses, count the I love yous. Some sort of proof of their lives together so far. Something that could prove to you all that what you’re seeing in front of you is, for lack of a better word, real. But this is all the proof you need, isn’t it? The two of them. Testimony of this love.

“I think we’re lucky to be a part of this because, you see, their affection is not reserved for the other only–these two have hearts so big there’s room for every single one of us, even when they’re disgustingly stuck to each other, seemingly locked in a little bubble of their own. It’s never like that–they’re ready to drop everything for those they care about, wake up in the middle of the night and drive an hour to the airport for us just as they would for each other,” Camila’s lips quivered in her smile, glossy eyes fixed on Will.

“Why did you have to bring me into this?” Santi complained, his voice a little watery as he brushed Alba’s hair absent-mindedly, careful of the flowers braided in it in imitation of her mother’s. Frankie couldn’t help his laughter–his heart was full, so full, it felt like it might burst and he didn’t really mind. He’d be happy like this.

“I needed a good example and Benny is a mess as it is already,” Will shrugged, chin jutting in direction of his brother–the younger Miller’s face was spotted red, tears staining his cheeks as he attempted to compose himself, one hand on Alba’s shoulder and the other wiping the front of his shirt. Camila’s gaze softened at the sight, the split of a smile dedicated to him only.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, voice unsteady. Will–his neck red too, hands twisting in front of him–chuckled and shook his head before returning his attention to the couple.

“It’s special–this moment, their union. Now they’re making it official, and we’re here today as witnesses of it: of their family, of their love. And with the exchange of rings, I leave the word to them.”

Alba broke free of the two men’s hold to step ahead, lifting the small satchel she had tied to her wrist in her parents’ direction. Frankie crouched down, carefully untying it from her arm to open it and drop the rings into his palm–white gold circlets, one falling into the other and giving just a glimpse of the incision within.

As long as you follow.

It had seemed fitting–fixing their story with a song, the same way it had started.

Frankie kissed Alba’s cheek, a quiet thank you that had the girl beaming before Camila reached down towards her, too, holding her face in her hands to kiss her forehead. Alba giggled, each hand holding onto one of them before letting them get back up, standing once more in front of Will.

The silence was almost religious, watching, waiting, as they turned to face each other–and suddenly there was no other but them, hands joined, holding the rings on their palms, hearts thundering. A silent conversation, should I? You go. Go ahead.

“This is just the first speech I have prepared for tonight,” Camila started letting go of one of his hands to reach into the sleeve of her dress–she took a folded piece of paper, wrinkled and scribbled all over. “I wasn’t sure how to fit all I wanted to say, and I probably didn’t, but–” she cleared her throat, shuffling from one side to the other and holding the paper up to her face. “Should’ve worn my glasses,” she muttered, causing laughter to ripple around the backyard.

“I can always get them for you,” Frankie grinned, squeezing her hand gently.

“Nope, you’re not going anywhere,” she shook her head, pulling him one step closer. “Francisco–Frankie, my love, my life. You have given me everything I could hope for in life and more, and I’m so grateful for you I sometimes feel like my heart is gonna escape its confinements. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this satisfied, this happy–you’re my happiness, you have been for so long I have started counting my days as before you and with you. I know I don’t want an after you, because I don’t know what I would do without the best part of my heart, the one that’s dedicated to you, the one that waited for you my whole life.

“This is the point where people start making promises. I’ve always been afraid of that, I worried I might not be able to keep them, but you’ve made me less afraid, so–I promise to tell you when your hair is out of place,” through her smile, Frankie laughed, dropping his head forward a bit and letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. “I promise to remind you when to trim–just trim–your beard. I promise to help you pick the right clothes, and to give back all those absurd button-ups I will continue to steal from you. I promise we’ll cook together every time we get the chance, and we’ll get take-out all those nights we’re both too tired to even walk in the kitchen. I promise we’ll get bigger sheets for the bed, so I won’t steal all of it through the night and leave you in the cold–and I admit this last one was a lie, because we both know I’d probably manage to hog those, too.”

“Yes, you would,” he murmured, bringing her hand up to his face, leaving a quick kiss to her knuckles–he focused on the motion, focused on his breathing, his heartbeat, her.

“You’re gonna distract me,” she reprimanded, but squeezed his hand nonetheless. “I promise I will remind you what an amazing person you are every day, because you are and tend to forget it at times. I promise I will be here, right where you need me, when you need me, because I know you will do the same for me and I love you for that. I love you for everything–that’s what I promise. I promise that I love you, I love you, I love you and will continue to, every day of my life, our lives–and afterwards, too. And,” she folded the paper, unsure for a moment of what to do with it before dropping it to the ground and picking his ring up. She brought it to her lips, a quick kiss before holding it between trembling fingertips. “As long as you follow.”

Frankie’s hands were shaking too–it looked almost comical as she put the ring on, both their touches hesitant without meaning too. As soon as the ring was past his last knuckle, he took her hand, brought them both to his chest and held her there, her own ring pressed against the back of her hand as he bowed his head, one small step forward to rest his forehead to hers. Eyes closed, she curled her fingers over the shirt, exhaling slowly.

“I love you,” a whisper exchanged at the same time, smiles returning unabashed.

Their cheeks would hurt by the end of the day, and the day after that.

“There is a Spanish expression,” Frankie started after clearing his throat, straightening his head and forcing his eyes open, “which is really, really corny–but I promised you I would be that, so there we have it: encontrar a tu media naranja. Literally, it means to meet your half-orange. I used to think it was odd–why would an orange be a synonym for soulmate. Some said it’s because of its shape, because of a Greek myth, because of churches–it never made sense to me, none of it. And then, the first morning we spent together, you split an orange between us. I was tired, maybe a little hungover–”

“A little?” she grinned, making his face scrunch up in a grimace.

“We both were,” he protested, making her smile widen–the more her smile grew, the more Frankie’s heart swelled. He burned to wrap his arms around her, hold her, kiss her. “Fine–a little more than hungover. But I remember that phrase popping in my head–just for a moment, while you dropped slice after slice of fruit into my plate, as if it was something we’d been doing our whole lives. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, until it happened again. An orange, an apple, a cake, a plate of rice, a pizza–all halves. You are my better half, Mila. You’ve been that since the very first moment, and I couldn’t be more grateful I found you. I found my better half, it’s–you’re the better part of me, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives thinking about how lucky I got.”

Camila’s mouth quivered, her eyes soft and wide as she leaned forward, her hands still on his chest for support, trapped beneath his. She went in for a kiss, almost, and then turned her head at the last moment, lips brushing the heart-shaped spot at his jaw where his beard didn’t grow, the same spot she spent nights tracing with her fingertips.

He took her hand from his chest, held it gingerly as he fixed his hold on the ring.

“So I promise you’ll be reminded every day of just how special you are to me,” he went on, voice a little lower–the quiet was so deep the words echoed nevertheless. “I promise you’ll have plenty of oranges and rosemary and coffee, always. I promise all the shirts in my closet and all the blankets you’ll manage to hog. I promise the beach and long drives, and I promise music and singing as loud as you can, dancing until my back hurts and then some–maybe. Maybe you’ll have to ask Alba for that. I promise all the things you never thought you could ask for, that you’ll never be hungry for anything, that I’ll love you in all the ways I know how, every day of our lives and then afterwards,” he kissed her ring, kissed her finger where the other ring sat, too, and then put it on, still shaking, a little breathless. “As long as you follow.”

“I love you,” whispered for him only this time, taking his face in her hands and leaning in, kissing and kissing and kissing him.

“Well, I guess I’m not needed anymore,” Will called, making them laugh into the kiss and break apart, however reluctantly. Holding onto each other, they turned to him with an apologetic look in their eyes, and he scoffed lightly, waving his hand. “Go ahead, you’re officially husband and wife.”

Frankie held her tightly before kissing her again, joy dripping in his every movement, laughter muffled by her lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They were cheered on as he rested one hand to the small of her back, pushing her flush to him, and one to the nape of her neck, fingers tangled through her hair as she dipped back a little and he followed, kissing, kissing, kissing his wife. He was euphoric. He was at peace.

Happiest wedding I’ve been to, the first people to leave said.

So much laughter, so much food, so many speeches. People’s faces ached from smiles and laughter; some held onto their stomachs as they walked away; some had their noses buried into the branches of rosemary Camila was giving away, the plant in the corner of the garden overflowing, now taller than Alba.

“Do you think Santiago’s gonna make a move tonight?” she murmured when Frankie returned to her side, two glasses he placed in front of them before sitting down, his arms over the back of her chair to bring her closer. “He’s gonna hurt himself if he keeps doing that.”

On the other side of the garden, Santi was dancing with Alba, both of them jumping in circles–Camila didn’t think his knees were going to thank him later in the night. But the smile on his face was contagious, reaching the child and, most of all, the woman sitting at the table where he’d been, her eyes shimmering with amusement and fondness.

“I think I don’t want to think about Pope tonight,” Frankie hummed, though his gaze followed him for a moment while he leaned towards Camila. “The only person I wanted to watch dance was my wife,” he added then, chin hooked over her shoulder and arm wrapping around her to bring her closer. Camila chuckled, leaning out of her chair and into his chest, moving her gaze away from Santi.

“And was it of your liking, husband?” she grinned, her nose scrunching up as she moved in. He brushed the tip of his nose to hers, head tilted as his other hand rose to cup her jaw, bringing her closer for a slow but short kiss, her whole body shifting towards his.

“Very,” he nodded, a peck to her lips, one to the bridge of her nose.

“But seriously, Santi–” he cut her sentence off by pressing his mouth to hers one more time.

“Forget about Santi,” cheek, jaw, chin, each word a delicate kiss that made her smile only grow. She felt drunk on the feeling, somewhere between euphoria and absolute peace. “He’ll get there–eventually.”

“Fine,” she pouted, resting her head against his chest. Frankie placed her chin on the top of her head, flowers tickling his neck as she shifted. “I’m exhausted. And happy. Really happy.”

“Too exhausted for your surprise?” he asked quietly, lips brushing the top of her head. Camila straightened right away, leaning almost all the way out of her chair as she twisted her torso towards him, hands on his thighs to support herself and eyebrows arched.

“I have a surprise?” the joy on her face was infectious, and Frankie couldn’t help smiling as he nodded. “What is it?”

“Well, I’m not spoiling it for you,” she pouted again, a mock-offended frown taking over her face that had him snort and tilt his head, giving a quick kiss right to her pout. “Come on. You need shoes.”

“Should I get Alba?” she asked as they stood, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders as she moved her hands to his chest. Frankie shook his head, guiding her towards the door.

“Not tonight–your mom is keeping her for us,” he moved behind her, now both arms around her middle to shepherd her forward. Her own hands fell to his wrists, head tilted slightly back to look up at him. “It’s just us tonight. Come on.”

Five minutes later, with no word to the guests–though everybody had seen them sneak away, wrapped around the other–they were in Frankie’s new truck. Just like the first night, with Frankie reaching across the seat to hold her hand into her lap, dress bunched up around her legs. The music played softer, As long as you follow making her laugh and tilt her body sideways, head resting on his shoulder.

“You’re not gonna tell me where we’re going, are you?” she asked, a quick kiss to his shoulder before looking up at him. Frankie’s gaze was on the road, but he was smiling–he shook her head, giving a quick squeeze to her hand.

“You’re gonna have to wait, baby,” his hand shifted between her thighs, fingers pushing gently into the inner flesh covered by the long skirt–her own hand was resting on top of his, the other wrapped around his bicep, leaving quick kisses to his shoulder every now and then.

The sleeve of his shirt carried the mark of her lipstick. Imprint of her affection.

She’d wanted to be that close on the very first night, too–search for his touch, search for his body from across the handbrake, ask him to stop the car and get on the roof of the car to scream and sing and dance and kiss her again. Camila had been enamored of him since the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and every moment after that a little more.

“Are you staring?” minutes passed driving in quiet, the music and rumble of the motor the only noises that accompanied their breathing. Camila nodded, her chin digging into his shoulder. “Why?”

“Just looking at my husband,” she shrugged slightly, shifting a little closer. His hand curled against her inner thigh, a quiet sigh escaping him as she kissed his neck, right above the neckline of his shirt. “My beautiful, beautiful husband,” she moved her hand to the back of his head, fingertips brushing the shorter locks at the nape of his neck.

“Mila,” he reprimanded, hand tightening both around the wheel and squeezing her thigh. “We’re almost there. Behave,” she hummed, kissing his neck again, whatever remained of her lipstick staining his skin, too.

“We had Santi at home for two weeks,” she complained, locking her knees together, his hand trapped between her legs. “I love him, but–”

“I know,” he chuckled, thumb pressed to the top of her thigh as he stopped the car. “That’s why we’re here,” he added, turning off the car and the music with it, turning his head to look at her. Camila straightened her back, looking out the front window and then the sides, eyes a little wide with curiosity and brow furrowed.

“Are you trying to become a widower already?” she scoffed, trees on their sides getting lost in the night darkness. Frankie snorted, his turn to lean in and kiss her neck, her shoulder, before moving his hand away and opening the door.

“Come on, I’ve gotta show you something,” he nudged her side before hopping down the truck, walking to her side to open the door for her, too, holding her hands as she came down.

He led her to the truck bed, opening the tailgate for her and showing blankets and pillows bunched up in a corner, a thicket duvet laid down across the bed as a sort of padding. Camila’s brows arched, corners of her mouth turning in a smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, turning to look up at him.

“So that is why we’re here, huh?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes a little before turning towards her, holding her by the waist and hoisting her up. She scooted back, still grinning, watching as he climbed in after her and closed the tailgate back.

“Not exactly,” he settled at her side, fixing the pillows behind their heads. “Lay back.”

Camila looked at him a moment longer before doing as he said, placing the flower crown aside–it had smushed on the side she’d rested her head on his shoulder, some petals hanging loose and some already fallen, tangled in her hair. She kept her head turned towards him, watching as he took a blanket to place across their legs before leaning back, too. She reached for his hand, but before she could intertwine their fingers, he placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head slightly, so that–

“Oh,” he watched as her eyes widened slightly, jaw softening as she lifted herself onto her elbows, head tilted back looking at the sky.

Clear sky dotted with stars, bright stars that reflected in her awed eyes. Frankie smiled, following the surprise across her face and the arch of her body as she moved slightly up, as if trying to reach for the constellations.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, sliding one hand up to reach for his hand again. This time, he took it within his, locking their fingers together.

“I used to come here a lot when I was first getting sober,” he said softly, and she looked away from the sky just to look back at him, lowering herself on her side and shifting closer. “I would drop Alba with my mother for the night and then just drive. I’d fall asleep here often, wake up with all my bones aching–it was better than getting into a bar, plus no one was ever here,” she placed her free hand on his chest, fingers curled into the neckline of his shirt. “And then I stopped needing the stars.”

“Frankie,” her voice cracked slightly, both with laughter and affection, turning her head to kiss his jaw. He curled his arm around her, pulling her closer so that her front was pressed against his side, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“I was supposed to come here that night, too–the night we met,” he cleared his throat, looking back at the sky. “Still don’t know why I changed my mind.”

“I can’t help but be glad you did,” head falling into the crook of his neck, she whispered against his skin. “If only ‘cause it led you to me.”

“Me too, baby,” he brought his hand to the back of her head, burying his fingers through her hair–he could feel small petals stuck within the locks and smiled softly before twisting his head and lowering his gaze, looking down at her. At the shift of his body, she looked up as well. “And now we got married,” he murmured with a smile, and she returned it with a grin.

“We got married,” she repeated with an enthusiastic nod, leaning in to kiss the smile off his lips. “I love you,” mumbled between kisses, hands searching each other as Frankie turned on his side, too. “I’m not getting naked in the woods,�� he snorted, hand tracing a slow path down her side and over her thigh, hitching it over his waist.

“That’s fine,” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, he reached with his free hand for the buttons at the top of her neckline, toying with the first without actually undoing it. “I like the dress on,” he whispered, a kiss to the top of her breast, where the skin was already uncovered.

Camila closed her eyes with a sigh as he kissed his way down across her torso, slowly guiding her onto her back and turning himself ever so slightly, one leg slotted between hers–he still held her hand, thumb rubbing slowly across the side of it while the other moved down until he reached the hem of her skirt, pushing it up her thighs to give himself more room to kneel between her legs. Her free hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt, pulling him back up so that she could kiss him, a quiet plea of his name dancing across her lips.

She could feel him, half-hard already, pressed against her inner thigh as he stroked the soft skin of her leg–calf and knee and thigh, lingering at the garter with a grin on his lips as he traced the edge of it, Camila’s body shifting slightly.

“Keeping this one, too,” he mumbled against her lips, finger hooking underneath the garter and tugging lightly on it, lifting her leg a little but without moving the band. She chuckled softly, the noise replaced by a sigh when Frankie moved further up, brushing the junction of her leg.

“You’re teasing,” she reprimanded, the hand that wasn’t holding his moving from his chest to the back of his neck, brushing the short curls at the nape of it as she looked up at him when he lowered his gaze between them.

“I’m taking my time,” he retorted, pushing her underwear aside–the skirt was bunched up between them, wrinkling already, her legs bare at each side of his body, only half-lowered against her. “We haven’t had much of that lately,” his kisses were almost chaste, compared to the slow motion of his fingertips.

Camila sighed again, arching into his touch as he stroked her folds, each movement slow–agonizingly so. Her eyes fluttered shut when he reached the apex of her core, lips parting against his as he rubbed small circles over her clit.

Teasing, she thought, the hand at the back of her head brushing through his hair.

There had been so many words throughout the wedding–speeches and laughter and soft words whispered in her ear as Frankie’s arms wrapped around her, barely even dancing in the beginning as they simply held each other. She liked the quiet of the spot, the only sounds her quickening breathing, his own, a little harsher as he kept going and pressed himself against her, the growing noises from between her legs as he picked up his pace.

“Frankie,” she arched into his touch, opening her eyes–for a moment there was only the sky, stars blinking back at her through her hazy vision, a light trembling in her thighs as he didn’t relent. She could hear the wind and Frankie’s breathing against her collarbones, his head notched in the curve of her neck. His hair tickled her jaw, his beard gently scratching her skin. “Honey, please–” a light gasp cutting her words when he pushed a finger in, groaning quietly at the feeling.

“Just a little–” another groan when her walls fluttered around his finger, mouthing at the skin of her neck. She squeezed his hand, lips parted as she tugged gently on his hair to make him pull his head back.

“Frankie, I wanna feel you,” hushed tones rippling across his skin, a quick brush of lips to his cheek as he lifted his head and glanced down at her–cheeks rosy, eyes glossed over and lips parted, she looked back at him and cupped his jaw, fingers digging gently into his cheeks. “I wanna feel my husband,” another whisper, gazes locked as she said it.

A shiver ran down Frankie’s spine, anticipation mixed with the edge of giddiness he’d been feeling for the whole day. He relished in the way the word rolled off her tongue, the way she looked at him when she said it, the hint of a smile curling her bruised lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, arching again into his touch, the hand behind his head shifting until she was cupping his cheek, thumb stroking his bottom lip as Frankie’s breathing picked up furthermore, eyes so dark she could almost see her own reflection. “My beautiful, beautiful husband,” she repeated, pulling his lip slightly down before lifting her torso, weighing on her elbows as she pinched his chin, bringing his mouth closer. “Let me feel you, Frankie.”

He kissed her quickly, a cracked noise leaving the back of his throat before he straightened himself, hands leaving her–an instinctive whine left her at the sudden lack of his touch, empty hand flexing where it was on the make-shift mattress. As Frankie unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers, Camila shifted underneath him, bringing her dress up enough to bare her lower half.

The beginning was quick, almost frantic–they’d spent months trying to find moments together, always interrupted by this or that thing, resorting to quick meetings in the bathroom or in the early morning, when they both were still half-asleep but at least they knew Alba wouldn’t walk in on them. Or Santi, who didn’t have the habit of knocking.

So Frankie lowered his trousers and underwear, quickly settling himself between her parted thighs and kissing her lips again, and her neck, her chest–the exposed skin, the fabric of the dress, equally. Camila canted her hips towards him, some of her wetness spreading across his hardened length, making him groan again, the noise muffled into her collarbones.

He pushed into her, a twitch of his hips as her legs fell further open and she threw her head back with a gasp, one hand up to his shoulder to hold onto him while the other searched for his again, fingers brushing his wrist first, his knuckles, until they lathed their hands together.

And then Frankie stilled, slowed down, the quiet interrupted only by their panting–it was just them, it dawned on him. The whole night was for them only, and as he bottomed out and lied flush against her, he released a long breath, squeezing her hand.

“Being crushed under someone’s weight was not how I imagined I’d go,” she mumbled against his cheek, the arm around his shoulders curling to keep him close nonetheless, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him in place. She traced a path across his jaw, cheek, corner of his mouth with her own lips, where she was met by a half smile, Frankie’s free hand closing around her side.

He kissed her soft, then moved down to her chin, nosing at the underside of it to make her head tilt back so that he could kiss his way down her throat, lingering there as he rocked his hips–the motion slow, deep, making her keen softly and her heartbeat pick up.

“Feels like you’re alive to me,” he returned in the same voice, making her chuckle softly, hand buried in his hair again. “I still need you alive,” he added, thumb tracing the shape of her rings before lifting his head, just a little.

Camila moved her gaze from the sky–she’d counted a star for each of Frankie’s kiss, until the edges had blurred and there was only light, and then there was only him, looking down at her with his hair ruffled against his forehead, a flush that had spread across his face, probably matching her own, his lips parted and glistening and red as cherries. She lingered at his eyes, still dark, lashes fluttering with the slow rocking of his hips.

“Good,” thighs caging him in, she lifted her head to brush her lips to his–an almost kiss he chased, so close their noses brushed and she went a little cross-eyed trying to hold his gaze. He almost smiled. “’Cause I’m not going anywhere.”

For the whole night, they remained tangled together under the stars.

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Maternal Feelings

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

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Eda meets her newborn grandddaughter for the first time.

I don't know man I'm just chucking out words rn like I'm running from something.

But I had this thought of Eda meeting a very small child and my stupid brain was like "We can do that instead of sleeping" xD

So yeah, have this incredibly fluffy oneshot about Eda coming to terms with her Momma feelings and adjusting to being a grandma.

I just really wanted Eda to get emotional over a baby

Don't even ask Idk

Have fun reading! <3

Ao3 / FF.net

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Eda had never been the most maternal.

Not in her youth, not when she had found King, and not when she had sort of adopted and sheltered Luz until she had graduated and been able to stand on her own two feet.

Not when King had taken her name and not when Amity had asked her for Luz’s hand, which had in truth just been a mockery of her parents’ traditions and had given Eda nothing more than an excuse to drink some apple blood with her future daughter-in-law.

Of course, she had seen Luz as a daughter at some point, had called herself her mother, had cared for her.

She had made their meals, had helped Luz with the homework – even if that had disgusted her – she had taught Luz and King everything she knew, she had tucked King in, cared for Luz when she had gotten sick or sad. She had of course done everything in her power to make sure her kids were content and happy.

That didn’t mean she had felt as though she was a mother. She had liked pretending to be the sort of crazy aunt, in charge of all the bad decisions.

But she had never seen herself as maternal.

Well, she supposed that came from not really setting any rules. When she had been younger, she had always been under the impression that mothers had to set rules, educate their children, and raise them. She had never really raised King or Luz.

She had just sort of made them laugh, given them food, and then they hadn’t left anymore. Like the free-loaders they were. Kind of like pests, actually.

It had always made them laugh if she had called them that. It had made her laugh.

Because she loved them, of course. She didn’t know love alone could turn her, the irresponsible, free-spirited wild witch a mother.

She supposed she had been a mother for King and Luz. Without setting rules, without all the raising stuff. She supposed her kids had turned her the littlest bit maternal.

Was it normal for friends to stay up at night and change the cold applications on Luz’s forehead in the hopes of bringing her fever down? Was it called caring and loving when she went out of her way to get King’s favorite toy, to get Luz the food she could actually digest, to make sure King was free of fleas and bathed and tucked in at night?

Did it make her a mother if she risked her own life to ensure they could lead a happy life?

Eda never knew the line between loving, as friends, and maternal.

Raine had started calling her out on her maternal feelings once she got the littlest bit protective of Luz.

Well, it wasn’t her fault that everything made her jump after Belos had almost – had, in fact – killed Luz on the day of unity. It wasn’t her fault that she woke up at night in a cold sweat, rushing to check on her daughter in the room next to hers sleeping peacefully, only to return to a sleepy Raine dazedly grinning at her with a smug, shit-eating expression of “Told you so”.

Every time, they would roll over their mattress in her nest and wrap an arm around her waist and tell her she was such a sweet mother.

Well, she was. She was the Momma of the Owl House.

But maternal?

Eda supposed she was.

After all, even if friends would do the same as her, a mother would make sure everything stayed safe and protected in her house. Making sure there was food on the table that Luz could eat. Making sure King was feeling loved, despite having discovered his past.

Making sure Luz had all her school materials, spending money on icky, stupid books. Giving her an allowance. Keeping her and King safe.

Well, Eda had never really tried finding a definition for maternal. All the love she had gained for King and Luz had just been that to her – love. And it had been enough.

She had loved calling herself Momma and had loved treating Luz like her daughter and King like her son, and she had loved calling them her kids. She just supposed the word itself – maternal – didn’t exactly describe what she was. She, herself, as Eda the Owl Lady, the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, an agent of chaos and the most daring criminal history had ever seen.

She had just assumed a mother wouldn’t call herself these titles.

Seemed like her view of a mother had been wrong.

Any person could be a mother, a parent, a father, or anything remotely close to this. And she supposed, caring for Luz and King, taking them in, giving them food, kind of did make her a maternal person, while never losing her pride as a criminal and generally irresponsible person.

A mother.

Well, whatever a mother was, or whatever maternal feelings were, or whatever she defined herself at and whatever she did for Luz and King.

Here she found herself, fidgeting next to her spouse, her excited teenage son in tow who was already towering over her height, in front of the healer’s coven building.

Whatever a mother was, she would probably feel that way. Well, Camila – Luz’s other mother – next to her other side was buzzing in excitement just as much as she was. The two women exchanged a glance before Camila gave her a small smile and she felt Raine taking her hand.

King gave a groan when he finally placed his claws on Eda’s and Camila’s shoulders and pushed them up the three steps into the main entrance, rolling his eyes.

After Belos had been taken down – after he had actually very much killed Luz, Eda had just brought her back to life – Luz and her friends had taken on graduation while the Boiling Isles had experienced a change in the government. Covens were no longer used to steal or limit magic. Instead, they had been used as a way to form a working parliament, with an elected group of government heads. After the gang had graduated, Luz had worked towards getting a way back home while helping establish a stable government form from the makeshift temporary one they had managed to create after Belos’ defeat. Luz had actually helped them quite a bit by telling of experiences made in the human realm, where politics were apparently a lot more twisted than here on the Isles.

Eda and Lilith had been elected as part of the group forming the government, even if Eda had dropped out after one or two periods, while her sister had taken charge like it had been the most natural thing for her.

Discovering that politics hadn’t really been up to her alley – she was way more interested in rebellions than anything else – she had begun building a legal business since she didn’t have to fear being captured anymore. It had gone pretty well.

Raine had started working in the government as well as Amity, while Luz had started working to mastering all forms of glyphs she could find, admitting her studies to the academics, and shortly after, had been offered to become a teacher at Hexside by Bump to teach magicless witches and demons glyph magic.

After traveling the Isles and working on her studies, Luz had accepted and finally settled down with Amity. It really hadn’t been a surprise to Eda when Amity had come to her and Raine with a ring and asked them to marry Eda’s daughter.

After already asking Camila that is.

Eda faintly felt King pushing her into the cool building that smelled like disinfectant – a nifty cleaning drug from the human realm that Luz had introduced them to – before hearing herself asking the receptionist where the room of the Noceda-Blights was.

A kind of bored-looking demon sighed and looked the room number up in the list, before pointing them in the direction. Again, Eda’s feet felt like they had been planted into the tiles below her.

Only after Raine gave her a light push, she moved again.

So, the world now had some sort of order. Nobody was forced into covens anymore, and the coven seals had been removed, setting the magic free again.

Raine and she had married shortly after her daughter had accepted Amity’s proposal, and now, ten years after Luz had first set foot on the Boiling Isles chasing after her book, Eda found herself feeling more maternal than ever. Whatever that meant.

Her hands were fidgety, and not even Raine’s steadying grip could calm her. Camila tried not to look around too much, even after so many years of knowing the Boiling Isles and having visited her daughter regularly, she still wasn’t used to all of it.

Stopping in front of their room, Eda tried breathing through. King sighed again, but Raine shot him a glare and he shut up. At least her spouse understood that this was a big step for her. Looking to her side, Camila tried another smile and Eda nodded at her.

“If you want to, you and King can go ahead. I’ll-… I still need a minute.”

More than willing, Camila accepted. She knocked, and upon hearing Luz’s call, she stepped in. Eda shuffled to the side to let King through, so he could duck through the doorframe and maneuver his broad shoulders in without hitting anything. The door closed and Eda breathed through once more, feeling Raine’s grip tightening.

“How do you feel?”

Shooting them a grin, Eda turned, shrugging and trying to play it cool, “Old, honestly.”

Laughing, Raine pulled her aside to the row of chairs and made her sit down.

“No, I mean, how do you feel about Luz and Amity?”, they tried again and Eda sighed, staring at the blank wooden door with the small eighteen next to it.

“… Proud. I’m proud of them for making this commitment.”, looking back to Raine, she added, “And kind of scared. I haven’t really been the most-… Well, involved.”

Unimpressed, Raine lifted an eyebrow.

“… You’re kidding, right?”

Groaning, Eda shrugged again and leaned back, before closing her eyes, resting her head against the wall.

“I-… I never made the commitment they made. King has his father and Luz has her mother. I was more a friend to them than a mom. Sure, I liked seeing myself that way, and they liked seeing themselves as my kids, but-… It was fun having them. King had always been mostly independent and Luz was already a teenager when I met her. I’ve never-… Well, been around-…”

Raine softly placed their hand on Eda’s hands that she had folded in her lap and when she opened her eyes again, the gaze of her spouse was humored.

“Come on, Eda. How hard can it be to be a not-grandmother?”, at the joke, Eda groaned, “It’s not much different to being a not-mom to your kids.”

Grumbling, she got up again before straightening her back and nodding.

“You know what, you’re right. That kid is family now and whoever the hell cares what a mother or a grandmother is.”

A little confused, Raine got up after her and pumped a fist, albeit half-heartedly.

“That’s the spirit?”, they laughed and Eda huffed, before knocking and getting her own call to be let in.

The room was warm and humid. Eda let in Raine and quickly closed the door after them, not to let too much of the warmth escape, before turning back to her daughter.

Luz looked tired when she approached them.

Well, that wasn’t a surprise, given that she and Amity had arrived in the hospital two days ago before their little daughter had been born just this morning in the earliest hours. She had probably been awake all this time to be there for Amity.

Giving Eda a big hug, she nuzzled her face into the crook of her mother’s neck, before deeply breathing out. Eda could tell that Luz had just overcome a big step for herself.

“… I’m glad you’re here…”, she breathed and Eda wrapped her arms around the now-grown woman, tilting her own head into the embrace. The younger witch snuggled close while Raine squeezed past them to join Camila and King around the crib next to Amity’s bed.

Eda tried so hard not to cry.

This was a happy occasion and she would sure as hell not shed a tear about this. Just when she pressed a little kiss to Luz’s head, a tear rolled into her dark curls as well. Well, there went this promise.

“I’m proud of you, kid.”, she whispered and Luz held her tighter, smiling against her neck, “I’m so, so proud of you. If you ever need some help, I’ll do my damn best to provide.”

Sniffling, Luz nodded, before parting from her.

The exhaustion was evident on her face. She wiped her cheek before Eda placed a hand on her shoulder and caught her gaze. They exchanged a silent smile, then she looked up and around her daughter to her future daughter-in-law on the bed, obviously exhausted as well.

Amity gave a small wave, but it was obvious to see she was under the influence of some strong sedatives. That was the logical thing to do, Eda supposed, to keep her from acting protective over her child while all her family and friends wanted to meet the newest family member.

Witches only carried six months until giving birth, before incubating their pup for another three months. Which was why this room was so damn hot.

But upon giving birth, new mothers would also become a lot more protective of their pups than humans would. Luz had been new to all of this and Eda had had to educate her on the reproduction of witches, because Amity had been too busy laughing. Well, Eda had laughed as well, but not as hard as Luz’s fiancé.

Looking back to her daughter, she finally noticed the bandage she was wearing around one hand. Smirking, she gestured to that.

“Don’t tell me your weak nerd arms gave in.”, she joked and Luz huffed, rubbing the bandage with the healing sticker.

“Amity just had to transform her hand into a damn abomination while in labor. Seriously, who even does that? She sliced my hand right in half.”, grumbling, she looked back to her fiancé and gave her a small smile before looking back to Eda, “I almost missed the birth because the healers had to patch me up first. But there won’t even be a scar because they had my hand reattached just a second after it happened.”

Still grinning, Eda punched her shoulder, then Luz leaned closer to her, lowering her voice.

“Just don’t tell Mami. She’d lose her cool.”

Shaking her head and laughing, Eda walked past her.

“I won’t, don’t worry.”, after making her way around the bed, she sat down on the edge and caught Amity’s dazed gaze, taking her hand after permission, “Hey Minty. How’re you feeling?”

“… ’M good.”, the young witch slurred, trying a small smile, before breathing through and looking to the side where she kept her pup in view, “… Tired.”

Eda nodded, cupping her hand with both of hers, before softly patting the back of her hand.

“Lily will be here this afternoon to look after you two. Your siblings are still in Latissa on Government business, they asked me to tell you because they couldn’t get a hold of you. But they’ll be back tomorrow.”

She could tell that was a lot of information for Amity to process so she made a note to tell Luz as well. Leaving the witch to try and observe the room again – probably to make sure it stayed safe for her pup – she turned to the crib now finally.

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

Camila seemed a lot more comfortable around the baby, though. She had respected Luz’s wish to leave her in her crib for the time being, so Amity could get used to so many people around her pup so suddenly, but she was already reaching in and brushing the tiny thing over her cheek.

Well, okay, that seemed easy enough. Eda could do that, someday, when the kid was like twelve or something.

King and Luz were talking about something while Raine looked just about as amazed by the small creature as Camila was.

Sensing their amazement and figuring that Raine didn’t exactly have that much experience with children, either, Camila took the hand of Eda’s spouse and guided them down into the crib, brushing their knuckles against the incredibly soft skin of the baby’s cheek.

Amity didn’t even flinch at that. Either the sedatives were really strong or she felt incredibly comfortable with the people in the room. Looking back to the young witch, Eda confirmed the latter. Through half-lidded eyes, Amity was leaning back against the pillow, her other hand that was not held by Eda draped across her belly, while she was calmly watching Camila guiding Raine’s hand against the infant’s cheek.

She wondered how much Amity had actually adopted Luz’s family as her own once her parents had been imprisoned for their crimes against the public.

Judging by her calm reaction, she didn’t mind them being around her and her loved ones in the slightest, even in the now starting incubation period. Finally, Luz leaned around King and reached into the crib to lift her little daughter up and cradling her close to her chest. The baby didn’t even wake up, which made Eda chuckle.

“She’s got your sleeping habits, kid.”

Amity’s hand in hers shook when she started laughing alongside the older witch and Luz flushed in deep red when her mother confirmed.

“Sometimes, not even me shaking her would wake her up to school.”, Camila added and Luz huffed, bopping the infant in her arms.

“You guys are being mean to me in front of my daughter.”, she tried pouting, but King deadpanned.

“In front of your sleeping daughter. She won’t hear any of this.”

They started laughing again while Luz couldn’t suppress a little smile herself while looking down at the infant. When they had all quieted down a little, Luz pressed a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead, before approaching Camila. Shooting a gaze towards Amity first to ask her permission, she then placed the baby in her mother’s arms and kept her hand cupped on the baby’s head, smiling.

“That’s your abuelita, mija.”, Luz mumbled softly and Eda almost felt her own heart breaking with the light sniffle Camila gave. After all these years of calling Luz her mija, Luz starting to use that label for her own daughter now made the human tear up.

While Camila greeted the little pup, Eda turned back to Amity whose head was softly nicking every time her eyelids fell. She had to be exhausted.

Tugging on her hand, Eda got her attention, then she lightly pushed the crib away to get up and adjust Amity’s pillow for her.

“C’mon, let’s get you lying down. We’ll take care of your pup.”

A sleepy gaze crossed with Eda’s but before Amity could object, the older witch was already adjusting the settings of the mattress to be flat again, before helping Amity lie down on her side.

“You can stay awake for as long as you want, but you should be comfortable with it at least.”, shooting her a grateful gaze, the younger witch yawned, then she adjusted the blanket around her future daughter-in-law and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about your pup, okay? Luz is taking care of her.”

That seemed to soothe Amity. She mumbled a soft “thank you” towards Eda and curled up a little, before continuing to watch the scene before her, the blinking of her eyelids already getting slower.

When Eda turned back to Camila, she discovered that Luz had taken her daughter back already and was safely cradling her before going around the crib and catching Eda’s gaze.

She knew that Luz wanted her to say hi, too.

“Luz, I’m not so sure about holding-”

Chuckling, her daughter adjusted the baby, before taking Eda’s hand.

“You can greet them like this first if you don’t wanna hold her. Or you can sit down if you like.”

Huffing, Eda fidgeted shortly, before rubbing her hands together and breathing through.

“Just, uh-… Sitting would be nice. I’m-… Holding the bat kids was an entirely different thing, you know? They could fly. Your kid can’t fly.”

Luz had to laugh at Eda’s rambling, pulling on her hand, she ushered King out of the chair by the window, before letting her adoptive mother sit down in it. Camila helped out by placing a pillow on Eda’s lap, then she was all set. Luz studied her face again.

“If you’re too nervous, you don’t have to hold her. I can hold her over your lap if you want to.”

Trying to wave her off, Eda forced a laugh.

“Pfft, you can just say you don’t trust me holding a baby, kid.”, she tried to joke around, but Luz just gave her a smile.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to. That’s all I’m saying.”

But Eda wanted to. She definitely did kind of want to hold the tiny fragile baby that Luz had made together with her fiancé. Even if she was nervous and a little bit scared and so amazed by how small such a tiny thing could actually be, she did kind of want to hold that baby. Patting the pillow, she finally breathed through, then she opened her arms.

“Okay, I’m ready. Bring it, kid.”

Smirking at her antics, Luz leaned in and kneeled, then she slowly placed the baby in Eda’s arms. It was so tiny. It was so stupidly tiny, it wasn’t even as long as Eda’s forearm. Hiccupping, the older witch instinctively cradled the tiny, tiny infant in her arms and a warm feeling overcame her.

A really warm feeling.

If that was maternal feelings, then Eda swore she was going to be the best dang grandmother she could be for that child.

She brushed over her temple and the baby squirmed slightly. Apparently, she had woken up sometime during Camila holding her and was now kind of fighting against the snug swaddle blanket she was trapped in. Eda didn’t even notice she had tears in her eyes when she already felt the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“Wow… You’re my granddaughter now, hm?”, she asked and that tiny thing yawned, her arms struggling in the swaddle, before softly smacking her incredibly small lips. Eda found herself smiling immediately, “Titan, that’s new.”

Luz’s hands undid the blanket that was wrapped around the baby, then Eda laughed tearily when the infant stretched, her absolutely tiny fists stretching up to her face and rubbing her cheeks. She was apparently waking up and while she knew that incubating infants didn’t open their eyes yet, she found herself wondering what eye color the child would have. Adjusting the baby, she cradled them closer, then she smuggled a finger into the fist and giggled in delight when the baby grabbed it, despite not wanting to open the fist at first.

Looking up to Luz, who was still kneeling in front of her, she managed a smile, her teary expression probably matching the one on her daughter’s face.

“She’s perfect, Luz. But, let’s be honest, you two made a stupidly small baby.”

Laughing under tears, Luz nodded then she brushed over her daughter’s head and pressed a small kiss to her forehead to which the baby responded with a huff.

“Yeah, when I first held her, I was so scared she’d just slip right through my arms. But I think Amity would have killed me if I had so much as stumbled so I concentrated really hard not to let that happen.”

Eda’s gaze shot up from her granddaughter to her future daughter-in-law who was calling from the bed, her words slurred from the sedatives and sleepiness, but still very much poised if needed.

“… You better not drop our child, Luz.”

Raine had to laugh at that and went to soothe the new mother, while Eda turned back to the baby in her arms with a smile.

“Titan she’s small…”

The following few minutes were pretty much filled with tearful giggles and a very excited King who almost knocked the crib over when Luz called him to say hi as well. When Eda and King had calmed down a little, Camila had taken Luz outside for a little mother-daughter walk in the nearby park and King had gone with them for snacks. The older witch got up and carried the baby back to the crib, smiling when she lifted them up to her face. Resting her forehead against theirs, she kept like this for a moment, before stopping in front of the crib.

Amity had fallen asleep by now, even if she was flinching with every littlest sound her daughter made, so Eda looked over to Raine.

“Wanna hold the baby, too?”, she asked and Raine blushed.

“I’d-… I’d rather wait until she’s a little bit older.”, she admitted and Eda nodded before still gesturing her spouse over. Raine got up from the edge of Amity’s bed and joined Eda, putting an arm around her waist while Eda still cradled the baby close, taking care not to jostle her too much.

She yawned again and from the corner of her eyes, Eda saw Amity’s eyes opening, unfocused and probably very much still asleep but still attentive to her daughter. Chuckling, she turned back to Raine.

“Boy, I’m sure glad I only had two adoptive children.”

Shrugging, Raine caught the baby’s fist with their free hand and tickled their tiny fingers, but she wouldn’t open her hand this time.

“I’m sure you would’ve made a great biological mother as well. As you’re already a great adoptive mother, too.”

Shrugging, Eda brushed over her temple again, leaning into Raine.

“Nah, I’m glad I never had a baby. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to go through that.”

“Fair enough.”, Raine whispered, but their tone indicated that they had stopped listening to Eda, engrossed by the child in her arms. She softly kicked, which caused them to chuckle, before she settled back against Eda’s chest, curling in slightly and breathing through, apparently getting ready for her next nap. Raine sighed softly.

“Honestly, I’m glad I never had a baby, too. But having a grandchild is amazing.”

Grinning, Eda kissed their forehead, before carefully maneuvering the baby back into the crib and swaddling them the best she could, watching her breaths deepening and calming as she fell asleep again. Then, Eda pushed the crib next to Amity’s bed, to which the young witch immediately responded by reaching into the crib from the side and resting her hand on her daughter’s belly. Smiling, Eda took Raine into her arms and watched as both her future daughter-in-law and her granddaughter slept peacefully, leaning her head against Raine’s.

“… You’re right this is amazing.”

She already knew that this child would have the two best mothers she could ask for. And she knew that her entire family, including her furry uncle, three grandmothers, and one grandparent, and their twin uncle and aunt would do their damn best to make sure this child had everything she needed.

Smiling, Eda reached down to brush over the baby’s cheek and pulled Raine closer.

Maternal feelings or not, this was amazing.

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SEASON 2 OF THE OWL HOUSE!!!

RUHGISN/LIFNALARNGLIENARE

Onto business first and foremost! We get twenty-one episodes, an extra one to make up for the rather odd, nineteen-count from the first season! That’s forty episodes in total! Then Season 3…

OH, Season 3… I love it but it hurts! The Lord giveth and taketh away, it’s confirmed, but it’s only THREE 44-minute specials! By my calculations, that’s about the length of SIX normal episodes… THE OWL HOUSE IS SO DANG POPULAR AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO DISNEY?!?!! First Amphibia’s finale gets screwed over, THEN this?! But at least Amphibia gets its full third season… At least I assumeit does, oh for the love of Titan if it doesn’t…

It is extremely imperative that we petition Disney to let TOH’s third season be full-length! Because Dana herself admitted that the main reason she left Twitter was to cope with THAT news, and… OH MY GOD POOR DANA you fought SO hard against all odds to give us this show, this previous love-child of your mind and heart and spite, for this!? But it might not be too late- If we assault Disney with our demand, they MIGHT just change their mind! SO GET ON WITH IT! Let the cartoon community rally AGAIN!

But, right-

The first half of episodes for Season 2 is going to be TEN episodes, the second half will be eleven! Already better than the first season, but as a reminder, that’s what we’re getting so far before our mid-season hiatus! And on THAT note…

We have confirmation for the first FIVE episodes, which will begin airing just a mere FOUR WEEKS from now! We have Separate Tides, Escaping Expulsion, Echoes of the Past, Keeping Up A-fear-ances, and Through the Looking Glass Ruins!

These episode titles spell out “SEEK T”, presumably “Seek t(he)”, so we can already guess the next two episodes after TtLGR! That leaves fourteen more letters for the Season 2 message; The last one was “A witch loses a true way,” so perhaps this season is advising Luz to seek something that will help her get back home? Something that will help her confront and defeat Belos? A little bit of both?

Separate Tides is the season premiere! Luz is feeling guilty about the loss of Eda’s powers, poor girl, so she’s going to set sail for a lucrative bounty? Interesting… Perhaps a real Bloom of Eternal Youth? Something magical and bile-related? More lore on the nature of magic and its origins???

Escaping Expulsion… hoo boy, THAT’s what we’ve all been looking forward to! Odalia and Alador get Luz, Willow, and Gus expelled?! No rights for them, even if that was already obvious but WOW. But more importantly, Luz strikes a deal with the two?!? What do Odalia and Alador want from Luz, to get her back into Hexside?!?!

Dana mentioned how Season 1 had more focus on Hexside at Disney’s request. Given how Season 2 is more her style and freedom, we might see Luz and the others remain expelled from Hexside, if only to detach them from the coven system for the time being as their rebellion grows… And give focus to OTHER things as well! Which is going to suck a LOT and I’m going to hate Odie and Al even more for this, taking away not just Luz’s opportunity but also Willow and Gus’… Especially Willow since they DID follow through on that threat, holy shit, Amity and Willow must be hurt and traumatized from this!

But what do Odalia and Alador want from Luz? Do they want to use her as leverage against Belos? To use her FOR Belos? I’m suddenly reminded of that idea I had about Odalia and Alador being interested in Luz as like, an actual suitor for Amity… GOD my Lumity heart would actually love it if that were the case! Obviously in the long run it’s bad and for THEIR purposes, but the idea of Luz learning to be more proper for them, for AMITY really… Oh man, this is reminding me of my speculation of Luz and Alador parallels! We might just see what makes Alador so interesting to Dana in this episode, and just the SECOND one of Season 2, no less- Right into the story meat!

ECHOES OF THE PAST! King lore! KING LORE!!! Even better Luz, Lilith, and… HOOTY… go to a new island?! An island related to King’s past? Is Eda sticking with King to make sure he doesn’t do anything, or god, did King’s antics get her into trouble again? And Hooty… HOOTY is coming with Luz and Lilith???! I’m grateful for Luz and Lilith interaction, we might get to see them talk things over, but how is Hooty…? Is the house coming along?

Dana mentioned two spoilers and a lie, one of them was Hooty leaving the house! I guess this is one of them… The others were Camila beating someone up and Gus getting a growth spurt, which we’ll get onto later; So I think Camila beating someone up is the lie! Dang it… But a dangerous new island, could this be related to the various pieces of Titan bones mentioned in The Unauthorized History of the Boiling Isles, scattered throughout the boiling seas, all alluding to another incomplete Titan?!

Are they KING’S REMAINS??! And his bones are incomplete because he still has his SKULL!!!!

Keeping Up A-fear-ances is pretty obviously Gwendolyn. Screw you, Gwen, and the confirmation that her presence is causing strain for everyone… YIKES. Hopefully we’ll get Young Eda and Lilith backstory, and see how they transitioned from the YBOS flashback to present-day! Perhaps Gwendolyn DID help Eda when she first transformed… Either way, I do not like her. But she’ll be fascinating to see!

Through the Looking Glass Ruins! As I said before, Gus gets a growth spurt, and he’s trying to impress kids from Glandus… Which YES GLANDUS, more schools lore! But uhh… If they’re at Glandus, is it because they didn’t get back into Hexside after all, and they’re moving to a different school? Luz and Amity are exploring a dangerous library there, which, Lost in Language flashbacks! But why is AMITY there… Oh Titan, does SHE choose to leave Hexside at the end of Escaping Expulsion, as a means of defying her parents’ will, to go with the friends she loves! If so… YEAH AMITY! That, or she’s out on a visit. Will Amity run from home and live with the others, or maybe Willow and her dads? Gus and Perry? Or will she still be at the Blight Manor… Dana wasn’t kidding about Emira and Edric being distracted from Grom!

Maybe Amity works something out that gets her expelled from Hexside, and Glandus is the new school for her, who knows? Perhaps it’s because of Belos, and so Odalia and Alador are furious, but they want their kid at a school regardless, so Glandus it is! The Hexside Banshees lost their best captain… Not that she was even playing so it doesn’t matter, but still! THIS would be quite a shock and change for Amity! And Luz, Willow, and Gus… Dang, they’re just losing a lot huh?

If they ARE going to Glandus and enrolling there, then maybe the episode will end in a failure, or maybe they’re pretending to in order to access the library, maybe a library incident will get their enrollment cancelled! I’m interested in seeing Glandus’ location, we know it’s on an island elsewhere… I kind of want to see the principal of Glandus, will they be cool like Bump? Have a rivalry with him??? Hexside lore??? FORBIDDEN SHIP BETWEEN BUMP AND GLANDUS PRINCIPAL??!?!

But yeah, those are the episode synopses, and they promise a LOT! It seems each episode so far is just pure character or plot stuff… Not to dunk on ‘filler’, which I think is misused for a lot of episodes honestly, but I like it! I guess Dana and crew have to make the most of their time thanks to Disney’s weird thing with Season 3, screw you Mickey… But yeah! I’m definitely gonna say more stuff and talk about the intro, but for now, I AM HYPED!!!

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Some Girl ... Part 2

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: None.

// * // * //

Charlotte noticed a shift in Shawn’s mood. She let him sit with his thoughts for a small stretch of silence.

Finally, she asked, cautiously, “How are you doing?”

“Hm?” he barely acknowledged.

“It’s been three months since the breakup? Well, at least since you went public about it.”

That certainly caught his attention. He turned to her, unable to hide his surprise.

“I’m a big fan. I know a lot about you,” she said, wondering how he would react. He could very well dump her kid on her, stand up, and walk away. “Would you have rather had me lie to you and pretend I didn’t?”

He considered that. “No. I appreciate your honesty. Although I wish you would have said something sooner.”

“I should have. I’m sorry. It seemed like you needed someone to connect with. I wasn’t sure if you would have opened up if I had said I was a fan. And then you smiled at Bash, and I didn’t want to ruin that. It’s really nice to see you smile again.”

Without thinking, Shawn gently placed his hand on the bare skin above her knee. And smiled.

“Like that,” she said softly, returning his smile, gently bumping her shoulder against his. She met his eyes and continued, sincerely, “I’m a great listener.”

He hadn’t been aware of where he had placed his hand until she had covered it with her own. He was about to apologize and pull his hand away when she again seemed to know his thoughts. She gave his hand a little squeeze as if to say, ‘it’s okay’. She then removed her hand, allowing him to withdraw his.

“Everything you say stays with me.”

He already found it easy to talk to her, and even though they had only just met, he knew he could trust her. He turned Sebastian around so that he could look at everything going on in the park. He gently held one large hand across the baby’s stomach.

Shawn sighed and gazed out over the park himself, but not really seeing anything. “It’s been...rough. We would have celebrated two years this month. I think that’s what has hit me so hard today.”

“What happened?” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“It’s all right.”

She didn’t expect him to answer, but he did.

“In the end, she hadn’t loved me the way I thought she did, or as much as I loved her.”

“I’m sorry, Shawn,” she whispered.

He continued, “I don’t even think she knew she loved me any differently. If that makes sense. I think she thought she felt the same way I did, at the start, when it was new. And then, as we settled into our relationship, things just...changed.” He closed his eyes and murmured, “All of that wasted time.”

Charlotte placed her hand on Shawn’s forearm, causing him to refocus on her. “Love is not a waste of time,” she said, strongly. Vivid blue eyes fiercely looked into jade-ringed golden brown. “Love is never a waste of time. Even if it is a little unbalanced.” She could see unshed tears in his eyes. Good. She needed him to hear that and that emotion showed that he did. “Would you honestly want to go back and not experience all you did, never feel all of the beautiful things love makes you feel?”

He sighed heavily, reflectively. “No.” He quickly swiped the tears from his eyes before they could betray him.

“Look at it this way, your first big love and first proper heartbreak is over, or almost over. Everything you learned you can take with you into your next relationship. Ideally it will be with someone you’re on equal footing with, right from the beginning. Maybe your next relationship will be the grandest, truest love of your life. Just because you hurt like hell right now isn’t the reason to give up on finding that. We’re only 23. We’re too young to give up.”

Shawn turned Sebastian back to him, lifted and held him up on still unsteady baby legs. He blew a raspberry on Sebastian’s cheek and he squealed.

“Was Bash’s dad to you like Camila was to me?”

“Booker was... I don’t want to say he was a mistake because I got Bash out of it.” She covered her son’s face with kisses, making him laugh, which made both her and Shawn smile.

Her voice grew serious once again. “Booker was complicated. I loved him. Not the way you loved Camila; I’m still waiting for my first all-consuming love. But I loved him. He was good to me, when he was...present, but he was reckless and sometimes dangerous. Before I realized the situation I had put myself in, it was too late. It reached a point where I just couldn’t handle it anymore, and I certainly didn’t want to raise my son around that, so I left him."

// * // * //

Charlotte and Shawn stopped on the sidewalk in front of her aunt’s house. Shawn didn’t really want to say good-bye, he wanted to spend more time with Charlotte and Sebastian, but her family was inside, most likely waiting on her return.

“This was really nice. Thank you, Shawn,” she smiled. “Thank you for your help at the store, for the walk, for the conversation, for the connection, for being so amazing with Bash. For all of it.”

“I think it meant more to me than to you, so thank you.” He then found himself admitting, out loud, not really meaning to, “I wish our walk had been longer.”

“Maybe we’ll run into each other again, closer to home. I know where you live, you know where I live... It could happen,” she smirked.

He was thinking of asking for her number. He wondered, was she hinting at that? Was he being obtuse? But would that be giving her the wrong impression? He wasn’t ready for a new relationship, even if there was the slightest chance she might be interested in him in that way.

He could just be honest and tell her that. He didn’t think she would oppose to being his friend, would she?

He liked her insight into things, conversation between them seemed effortless. She was smart, sweet, and funny. And beautiful. Stunning, in truth. Her eyes were one of the most striking features about her. Bright, vibrant blue, dark lashes so long they nearly brushed the apples of her cheeks when her eyes closed. She had perfectly full lips and dimples in her cheeks. He hated how much of a sucker he was for girls with dimples. Even if he weren’t interested in a relationship right now, he could still surround himself with beautiful people, couldn’t he?

And she lived so close to him. It would be nice if he could just call her up and say, I’m coming over.

He was suddenly, acutely aware that they had been standing there, for a while, without speaking. He cleared his throat, and just as he had made his decision, that yes, he was going to ask for her number, a car door slammed from the street at his back.

Both he and Charlotte looked over his shoulder. He turned back to her; she was smiling at the arrival. “Hi Mason!” she called out.

“Hey Charlie,” he grinned, giving her a quick hug when he approached, sparing a glance at the young man with her. “Am I the last one?”

“I don’t know; I just got back from a walk with Bash.”

Just as she was trying to decide how was she going to introduce Shawn, Mason asked, “Who’s your friend?”

“This is... Bash’s dad.” Charlotte had certainly not meant to say that. An idea had formed in her mind before she had even realized it. Shit, she groaned internally. This could go very badly.

// * // * //

Part 3

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fiction

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The Owl House: A Blight on Gravesfield (Chapter Two)

Two

Luz wakes up.

So, ten Puritans walk into Connecticut. Sounds like the start of a joke, doesn’t it?

To be fair, ‘Puritans’ might not be the right word here. Most of them were, certainly, like Goodfaith Smathers, and the excellently named The-Lord-Shall-Damn-Ye-Sinners Marlowe, who seems to have insisted on his full name being used in all conversation. But then there’s the pair we’ll be talking about today, Philip and John Wittelsbane.

You’ve all seen the statue, I’m sure, but nearly all the ‘common knowledge’ about them is actually false.

See, in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century, the Wittlesbanes were big on the whole ‘family history’ thing, but not so much on the whole ‘truth telling’ thing. The story that John Wittelsbane personally chose the site of Gravesfield, and that he personally converted a local Pequot village to Christianity? There’s no evidence of that, and indeed it seems very unlikely, because John was sixteen at the time, and Smathers was the real leader of the exhibition.

Of course, Smathers died in the Pequot War, and The-Lord-Shall-Blah-Blah-Blah Marlowe went out from smallpox in 1639. The others were illiterate, so most of the records of early Gravesfield come from the Wittelsbanes. So it’s very easy for their family to pretend they were more important than they actually were.

Now, in 1642, something very big happens. It doesn’t happen in America, but it’s effects cross the Atlantic. Can anyone tell me what that is?

The Thirty Years War? Close, that was just about ending at this time. Any other guesses?

That’s right, the English Civil War! Or the War of the Three Kingdoms, as some call it today. To put it simply, you had the Cavaliers supporting the King on one side, and the Roundheads supporting Parliament on the other. It’s a gross oversimplification but it’s all you really need to know for this class.

A sixth of all the men in New England went back to England to fight for Parliament, and most people generally supported the Roundheads. Most people. Do you remember what I said about dissenters? Fascinating people with bizarre names, like Fifth Monarchists and Muggletonians. Some of them were very egalitarian, at least for the time.

It seems the Wittelsbanes got themselves mixed up in a particularly weird form of dissension. In 1645, Philip starts writing a lot about witches - but not in the same way that someone like, for example, Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder-General in England, might have. This wasn’t fear; it was curiosity. He and John began to believe that magic was a gift from Christ.

This was a privately held belief of cause. The war was breeding suspicion in the Puritan populace of Connecticut, and in 1647, something happened in that colony. Something that would set the course for a split between the Wittelsbane brothers that would never be healed.

It was the beginning of the Connecticut Witch Trials.

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It was storming in earnest now, the wind shaking the house as the sounds of driving rain pounded on the windows. It was dark enough that Camila had had to turn the lights on, although the artificial light did little to abate the sense of gloom that hung over the house.

They had moved Luz and the other girl into Camila’s bedroom - there was more room to lay them down on the bed. That had been about an hour ago, and Camila was getting more than a little restless. She sat on her chair, facing away from her desk, rapping on the wood with her fingers. Vee paced by the door, looking no less antsy.

“We should call an ambulance,” declared Camila at last.

“What’re we gonna tell them?” asked Vee.

“I… I don’t know,” replied Camila, “But…”

There was a cough.

Camila’s eyes widened as Luz slowly began to sit up, rubbing her head.

“...man, I feel like I got hit by a truck…”

“Luz!”

Camila leapt out of her chair and darted over to her daughter, instinctively pulling her into a hug.

“Cariño, I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said, her voice breaking. “I was so worried! I…”

“M-mom?”

Luz blinked; it seemed like she didn’t know how to process her surroundings. She blinked, and a few tears ran down her cheek.

“Mom!”

She returned the hug, chest heaving. Neither of them moved for some time - there was a sense of unreality, the sudden ability to see each other, to touch each other. For a brief and beautiful moment, nothing else in the world mattered; just them, reunited at last.

Eventually, Camila pulled out of the hug.

“Oh, mija, never scare me like that again,” she sighed.

“Mom, I…”

Luz’s face fell, her eyes widening.

“...wait, where’s Eda?” she asked. “Where’s King? Where’s…”

She looked to her right, her eyes falling on the girl unconscious next to her. She gripped the bedsheets, starting to shake.

“Amity?” she exclaimed. “But… but we’re in the human world! Which means there’s a portal! We’ve gotta get Amity home!”

“Yeah, about that…” said Vee, rubbing the back of her head.

Camila frowned.

“The… portal disappeared,” she said.

Luz swallowed.

“So… we’re stuck?”

“We’re stuck?” The words came out before Camila could stop herself.

Luz’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

“No, no, that’s not… that’s not what I…”

She reached out, seizing Camila’s hands in hers.

“Mami, I don’t want to leave you again, I didn’t - I never wanted to hurt you, I just…”

Camila took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

“Luz,” she said, as evenly as she could, “I think we both need to talk about this.”

Luz bowed her head.

“I know.”

She turned to Amity.

“Is… is Amity okay?” she asked. “I don’t remember her getting hurt.”

“She cast a spell, I think,” replied Camila. “Something about… sharing the pain?”

Luz swallowed, and a few more tears spilled down her cheek.

“Oh Amity,” she said. “You didn’t… you didn’t have to do that for me. You didn’t have to do any of this…”

“Amity?” Vee tilted her head. “Amity Blight?”

Luz turned and nodded.

“Yeah,” she replied. “How do you know… oh yeah, Blight family, duh.”

She turned back to Amity - just in time to see her eyes slowly start to open.

“L… Luz?” she murmured.

“It’s okay, Amity, I’m here,” Luz replied. “We’re gonna figure this out, okay? Just…”

She sighed.

“...it’s just a little complicated.”

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“He really believed in witches from Mars?”

The Gravesfield Historical Society had been closed for the past two weeks; this was the first time somebody who wasn’t a policeman had stepped in since the Jacob Hopkins Incident. But the Society had to keep going, and that meant the museum needed a new curator.

Enter Professor Fabian Stearne.

Stearne was an older man, somewhere between fifty and sixty, and looked every inch the prof. The tweed jacket, the blue shirt (tie roguishly discarded), the purple cardigan and the fire-engine red vans painted the picture of a charming eccentric, not hindered by his half-moon glasses, comb over, and trimmed grey moustache. He was a Gravesfield ‘lifer,’ who had rejected esteemed job offers from Yale and Harvard to head the history department at the small Gravesfield College.

And he’d never wanted to be a curator; if anyone had asked him, he’d tell them he was a researcher, preferring to dig up new theories than present old relics. Yet now there was literally no one else to do the job, so it was up to him.

“I did my PhD with him. Never thought he had that sort of thing in him.”

His assistant, Ben Frakes, was helping him clean the staff room - clearing the mess of weird conspiracy theory paraphernalia to make it a little more professional. Much younger than Stearne, Ben was fairly junior in the history department; he was convening his first course, ‘History and Myth in Gravesfield,’ a small, niche course that he nevertheless enjoyed.

Stearne and Frakes went back many years; Ben’s whole progress from history undergrad to PhD had been done under his watch. The lanky young man, brown haired, clean shaven and with a propensity for leather jackets, owed his career to Stearne, and he was always keen to give back when he could.

If that meant taking doctored photos of ‘owl beasts’ off a wall, then he was happy to do it.

“Yes, it’s a shame what happened to Jacob,” nodded Stearne. “But he’s not the first historian to run afoul of the law. Hopefully, once he’s gotten the help he needs, he can get back on his feet.”

He took the photo from Ben’s hands.

“He’s a clever man,” he said. “Just prone to wild imagination.”

“And animal endangerment?” said Ben, raising an eyebrow.

Stearne chuckled.

“What is a historian without eccentricity?”

“I’m surprised you took this job,” mused Ben, grabbing a box to take out to the trash. “You were always so critical of museums.”

“Well, there are worse ways to spend your twilight years than curating,” shrugged Stearne. “And Mr. Wittelsbane made a very compelling case. The town needs this museum. We can’t lose track of our past.”

Ben chuckled.

“Well, I’m gonna take this out back,” he said. “You need me to carry anything else?”

“No, my boy, not just yet,” replied Stearne.

“Okay, see you when I get back!”

Stearne watched as Ben walked away - as soon as he was gone, he looked down at the photograph, running a hand across it.

“Oh, my dear Jacob, so close and yet so far,” he sighed. “But worry not, worry not.”

He smiled - or perhaps it was more of a smirk.

“Redemption comes for all of us, in the end.”

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #camila noceda #vee #fanfiction #writing #a blight on gravesfield

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Cruel Summer

ABOUT: You finally get to head out on tour with Shawn, but find out he has to pretend to be with Camila. A little warning, this may turn into a love triangle with Connor if I choose to make it into a series.

WORD COUNT: 2,196

Part 2 l Part 3

You had been waiting for school to let out so that you could join Shawn on his tour, and today was finally the day that you would get to see him. Truly, the thought of this day was what fueled you, and had been the only thing getting you through these past couple of months. You and Shawn had done all that you could to stay in touch with daily texts and facetime calls, but it just had never felt like enough. You could tell he was distracted, and he had every right to be. He was traveling to all of these amazing places, and you didn’t like the idea of holding him back because he had to talk to his girlfriend who was halfway around the world.

You two had made it work though, and now you wouldn’t have to worry about holding him back, or him missing out on anything because now the two of you could do it together. Your reunion had been everything that you could have wanted or expected it to be, but it was incredibly short lived as you made your way into his hotel room and sat down on his bed. You knew exactly how you wanted this moment to go, but it was clear that something was bothering him.

“What’s up babe?” you ask with a bit of a raised brow, just wanting him to spill it.

“So I know this was supposed to be our Summer, but my team is really adamant about me and Camila playing things up and acting like a couple in order to boost sales and popularity for Senorita,” he hesitantly explained. You could tell that this wasn’t something he wanted to be telling you, but that didn’t mean this hurt any less.

“So what? You’re breaking up with me?” you asked, your voice starting to quiver.

“No, no babygirl,” he quickly assured you as he moved to kneel in front of you as he reached to grab your hands. “We’ll still be together, but we just have to keep it hidden for awhile. I mean, that’s pretty much what we’ve been doing already anyway, so we can do it for awhile longer right?” he pleadingly asked, his eyes searching yours.

“I guess,” you softly sighed, since while this wasn’t the summer you had originally planned, at least you were still going to be together, just not in public like the two of you had actually planned.

You couldn’t say that you enjoyed hearing about all the details. While you knew that Shawn and Camila were nothing more than best friends, how could you truly be okay with him holding her hand and even kissing in public? Not only that, but you would be there to witness all of it. In order for your presence on tour to make sense it was going to be said that you were a close friend of Connor’s.

You actually liked Connor, and the two of you tended to get along rather well whenever the two of you spent time together, but once again, this was not how you imagined spending your summer with Shawn. It was supposed to be your boyfriend that you hung out with and walked down the streets with as you explored the cities, not Connor. In some ways you supposed this was what you signed up for when you had originally agreed to date Shawn. You knew dating a celebrity was going to have its downsides, but this was a bit much.

It certainly didn’t help that on your second day there, and the day of his first show with you there that he and Camila were going to have their first public outing with her coming to his show tonight. That was supposed to be the two of you doing all of that, not him and her. You didn’t want to blame Camila, since actually, every time the two of you had been around each other you had enjoyed her company, but that certainly didn’t make any of this easier.

Not really in the mood to do any exploring of your own for the day you had decided to just hang out in the hotel room, hopefully being able to resist going online to see if any of the pictures of Shawn and Camila were up yet. You knew what it was, and what it actually meant, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see it.

Hearing a knock at the door you curiously moved to answer it.

“Hey Y/N,” Connor greeted you with a bit of a shy smile.

“Um, hey. What’s up?” you asked, pretty surprised by his presence.

“Well, I was thinking since it’s your first full day here you would like to get out and explore. Plus, we’re old friends right? We gotta hang out ” he joked with a wink that actually managed to make you smile.

“Well, when you put it that way,” you softly giggled with a small shake of the head. “Plus, I think I’m driving myself crazy being in here all alone so maybe it is best for me to get out,” you further offer. “Let me just grab my bag,” You fully give in as you walk further into the room to grab your purse from the table before following him outside.

While you had been pretty positive that you would be miserable the entire day. The two of you actually manage to have some fun, and interestingly enough, Connor does do a good job of taking your mind off of Shawn and Camila. Not only did the two of you go out to lunch, but he showed you how to use his big expensive camera. What you aren’t too sure of is him wanting to take some pictures of you. Actually, he tends to take the pictures when you least expect it and are completely off guard.

“Connor!” you exclaim after having caught him in the act again.

“Sorry,” he softly chuckles, even though it’s obvious that he isn’t sorry. “I couldn’t help it. Plus, Shawn will love these pictures,” he further offers, which you can’t say you mind the idea. Plus, you yourself are having a pretty amazing day, and it would be nice to have some memories of it, even if this wasn’t how you had originally planned to spend the day.

“Well let’s at least get one of the two of us,” you suggest as you see him wrinkle his nose a bit.

“Oh come on,” you giggle once more as you reach for his arm and pull him towards you. “Just one selfie” you declare, but instead of using his fancy camera, you instead pull out your phone.

You had never been able to post a picture of you and Shawn on your instagram for obvious reasons, but if you were going to be here for the rest of the tour, and you and Connor were supposed to be friends you didn’t see a problem with it. If anything, it would likely just make the whole story that much more believable.

“Hey, send me a copy of that,” he instructs as you raise your eyebrow at him once more.

“I thought you weren’t into selfies” you tease.

“Well maybe that one wasn’t totally horrible,” he offers back as you not only work send the picture to him, but post it up on your instagram account as well.

“We should probably be heading back soon though” you hear him say as you look at the time on your phone.

“Oh wow,” you remark, surprised by how quickly the day had actually gone. “Yeah, let’s get back” you agree before smiling over at him. “Hey Con, thanks for getting me out today. I would have been miserable sitting inside all day. This was just what I needed.”

“Don’t mention it. I had fun too,” he offered with a casual shrug.

Really though, you were incredibly thankful. Not once had you considered pulling out your phone to check the gossip, and while you were starting to get curious now, you were still able to resist with Connor by your side.

Even with the two of you coming back in what you had assumed would be enough time to get to the arena together, apparently Shawn had already gone ahead, especially since he did need to get ready for the Q&A’s and meet and greets. Plus, you couldn’t be upset. You shouldn’t have gotten so distracted.

Finally arriving with Connor the two of you said goodbye and went your separate ways so he could go and get his equipment ready for the evening, and so you could go and catch the last of his Q&A session.

“Where were you?” Shawn asked, once he spotted you after he had finally finished up.

“I was out with Connor,” you explained, somewhat surprised by his reaction, since while he was doing his best to hide his annoyance, you knew him well enough to know that it was bothering him that you weren’t there when he got back. “That’s a good thing right?” you further offer. “It sells the story and he kept me from getting stuck in my head or bored out of my mind.”

“Yeah, It is. I was just excited to see you and spend some time with you,” he explained as you nodded your head.

“I know,” you sighed as you reached for his hand to stop him from walking. “I wanted to spend time with you too, but at least we get to hang out after your show right?” you ask, doing your best to be positive.

“Yeah, we do,” he smiles, even if it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I love you Y/N” he tells you as he moves to wrap his arms around your middle. “I know this sucks but we’re going to make this work right?” he asks, and with the way he is looking at you, you can tell he needs this answer and this moment. Perhaps you are truly the one that needs some confirmation and assurance, but you have no problem giving it to him back. He wouldn’t be your Shawn if he didn’t.

“Of course we will babe. I love you so much Shawn,” you assure him as you move to stand on your tiptoes so you can give him a kiss, one that you didn’t even realize how much you needed.

Before you know it though, it’s time for the show, leaving very little time for the two of you to make up for the lost time. You don’t mind though, because there truly is nothing that you love more than watching your man perform. He rocks that stage, but you can’t help but feel that tinge of jealousy and annoyance, since even with you there in the front row, he is constantly sending obvious glances in Camila’s direction.

You of course understand, since that was part of the deal and why she was here, but it just sucked since it should have been you getting those sexy little looks and smiles. He did occasionally glance in your direction, and you knew he was trying to make up for it, but it just wasn’t the same. What did make you smile though was Connor as he turned and gave you a little wink. Obviously it wasn’t the same, but at least you didn’t feel so forgotten or invisible.

After the show was done and over with Shawn was whisked away for a few more pictures, but finally you were able to make your way to your shared hotel room with Shawn. Normally everyone went out for drinks and to celebrate after each show, but everyone seemed to understand that you and Shawn needed some alone time.

“You were amazing babe,” you congratulated him once more as you moved to wrap your arms around his middle as he did the same.

“I’m sorry if that was weird. That wasn’t exactly how I wanted the first concert with you here to go,” he apologized, and honestly you could tell he meant it and that he was upset by it.

“Don’t worry. I get it,” you tried to assure him, and while it hurt and it sucked, the last thing you wanted to do was make this night about you. When you told Shawn you loved him, you meant it in every single way possible, which for you meant sacrificing at times. You knew that you deserved to be upset, and that you had every right to be, but you weren’t looking to make things miserable just because this wasn’t what you wanted or expected. In the end, it was you getting to spend the night with Shawn, and it was you in his bed. Not Camila, nor did you ever think that would happen.

“No matter what happens it’s you and me babe,” you further concluded as you moved to press your lips against his one more You didn’t know what this summer had in store for you, or how much it would test your relationship, but when you had said those words to him, in that moment you truly had meant it.

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shawnsassymendes · 5 years

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Behind the Scenes

synopsis: you’re at the studio with shawn while he practises for filming the music video

warnings: if u hate camila, don’t read this fic

wc: 1.1k

{Masterlist in Bio}

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“I love it when you call me, señorita. I wish I could pretend I didn’t need you. But every touch is oh la la la. It’s true la la la. Oh, I should be running. Oh, you keep me coming for you.” You were singing the lyrics to the song as Shawn and Camila danced around the small dance studio. Something was wrong with the speakers so you decided to provide the background music as Jon fiddled with the bluetooth beats pill.

Alexa, the choreographer, came to sit on your right side. “Alright, let’s take five.” She told Shawn and Camila.

“Thank Jesus fucking Christ!” Shawn yelled out. You and Camila snickered as he slumped down against a wall.

“Alexa, intruder alert.” You whispered under your breath as Alexa leaned against you.

“y/n, if you say that one more time, I’m going to make Shawn and Mila make out for the dance.” Alexa grumbled into your shoulder.

“You and I both know Shawn would hate that a million times more than I would.” You pointed out, eyeing Shawn on the opposite wall.

“Are you calling me a bad kisser?” Camila asked as she came to sit down on your left side. She put her head in your lap and pulled your hand to her head, a silent plea to play with her hair.

You hummed, untangling Camila’s hair with your fingers as you spoke. “I know you’re a good kisser, Mila. I’m just saying, the boy loves me too much. He won’t like it.”

“You sound so sure.” Alexa chuckled.

“Because I am.”

Camila suddenly sat up from your lap and turned to face Shawn. “Shawn, how much do you love y/n?”

“Oh my god, as much as there are stars in the sky.” Shawn huffed, still out of breath. He was fully lying on the floor at this point with his arm across his eyes.

“See?” Camila said to Alexa, returning to her previous position.

“So he’s in love love. That’s cute.”

“What? You jealous? That’s so sad. Alexa, play despacito.” Camila joked, hiding her face in your side as she laughed.

“We’re ending our break because you said that.” Alexa grumbled, taking a swig of her water bottle.

You helped Camila off of you.“Go shake that ass, señorita.” She walked away, exaggerating her hip sways as she went.

“Come on, Shawnie boy. It’s not that bad. We’re almost done for the night.” Camila encouraged Shawn as she tried to pull his giant body off the floor.

“Camila, you don’t understand. I hate dancing with my entire being.” She looked at you and rolled her eyes.

“Oh no, he’s being serious. Was whining about it all night yesterday.” You confirmed.

“Just get up already!” Camila whined, still struggling to lift Shawn from his position on the floor.

You got up from your place and walked over to where Camila and Shawn were. You leaned down and pulled Shawn’s arm away from his face. “Come one, my love. The sooner we finish up, the sooner we can go home.” You brushed the curls on his forehead away and traced down his nose. He opened his eyes and looked at you. “Come on. Just a little more.”

Shawn groaned and let you pull him up. Camila scoffed at the sight. “We need y/n everywhere with us. He never does that with me.”

“Because he’s not in love with you. Come on, lover boy. This last part, then we’re done.” Alexa teased, pushing you away and positioning Shawn and Camila.

Alexa was explaining something, but you were watching Shawn’s glassy eyes. He wasn’t listening to a word she was saying.

“Alright, let’s do it.” Alexa clapped and moved backwards.

“What are we doing?” Shawn whispered to Camila.

“The twirling part. Easy peasy, not much to it.” She explained, pulling him to the middle of the room.

“Do I need to provide the music again?” You asked Jon, who told you that you didn’t need to anymore and that the speakers were dealt with.

“Five, six, seven, eight.” Alexa began with the music. “And stop, good job. Step, right left. One more time. Alright, and twirl!”

Camila began to twirl outwards while holding loosely onto Shawn’s hand. She should have known better, to be honest. Never put your life into the hands of the clumsy ass Shawn Mendes. Especially when he’s tired.

Shawn let go of her hand without a second thought. And Camila came tumbling down.

You burst out laughing as you ran to help your fallen friend. “Oh my god, are you ok, love?” You asked as you helped her up.

“Shawn, what the hell?” Camila said through her peals of laughter.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Oh my god, I didn’t mean to, I swear.” Shawn exclaimed, hand on Camila’s back to stabilize her swaying from the fall.

“I think it’s time to call it a night.” Alexa chuckled, picking up her things she left in the corner of the room. “We’ll meet again tomorrow to get this done.”

“Alright, bye Alexa.” You called out after her, still holding Camila up. “You want a ride to your hotel? I’m driving.”

“What? No, I’m driving.” Shawn exclaimed at your comment.

“Shawn, you just dropped the girl. You think I’m letting you drive us home?”

“I’m with her on this one, sorry buddy.” Camila said as she walked around and gathered her scattered belongings. She waved off everyone else who was leaving while you and Shawn argued about who was driving his precious Jeep.

“I’m driving and that’s that.” You said, key in hand.

“Ugh, fine. I’m sleeping in the back.” Shawn finally accepted it and followed you.

You buckled yourself in and waited as everyone got in the car. Camila was sitting in the passenger seat while Shawn stretched out in the back. You turned the radio on at a low volume as to not bother Shawn.

You and Camila conversed in hushed whispers and giggles. There was a lull in the conversation and Camila turned her whole body to face you.

“y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“How much do you love him?” She asked, no evidence of teasing in her voice.

“What?” You stammered out a response, not expecting her to ask you anything that serious. At least it felt serious. Maybe conversations in cars at night always felt like this.

“How much do you love Shawn? I asked him but I never asked you.”

“I don’t- I don’t know. I can’t put it into words like he can. But I know it’s a lot. My heart feels like it’s going to explode every time I see him smile at me.” You said, looking at the man of your dreams in the rear view mirror. “I never knew what love meant until he showed me.”

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thankyou for reading, my loves. i thought of this when i was watching the bts of señorita obviously lol. i thought it was a cute idea and i had time and energy so i wrote it. i hope you guys like it. sorry if it wasn’t edited properly.

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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first man [drake walker] [one shot]

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This is pure fluff.

I was kinda missing my dad so thought of writing this - the McDonalds scene, btw, is a real life thing my dad did for me and remains a really nice memory for me.

I was also inspired by the song First Man by Camila Cabello.

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Amongst the sound of laughter and bubbling champagne being popped, the soft tinkle of a glass being tapped trilled around the room, bringing everything to a warm silence.

Drake Walker stood up and surveyed the room, giving his audience a smile. ‘Father of the bride now requesting permission to speak,’ he joked.

To his left, his wife, Camille grinned up at him and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

To his right was his daughter dressed all in white, a veil framing her delicate face as she looked up at him with wonder.

'Now I know I’m not the best at speeches,’ Drake began, eliciting giggles from the guests. 'I always have to prepare weeks in advance otherwise I’ll trip over my words, say something I shouldn’t and end up swearing.’ He shot a look down at his daughter.

'Don’t panic, Lily, I’m not gonna swear at your wedding.’

Lily giggled and kept her eyes on her father, a smile on her face as she watched him.

'But for this, I didn’t need to prepare,’ Drake continued. 'I already know what I’m going to say. Hopefully I won’t embarrass you but I can’t make any promises, I am your dad after all.. But looking at you right now, how happy you are and how beautiful.. Everything is clear.’

'Awwww!’ the guests chorused. Lily wiped her eyes which were filling with tears. Her new husband, Milo, reached out to wrap his arm around her shoulder, keeping her close.

'I’m going to use this speech to take you down memory lane,’ Drake said. 'Nothing has made me happier than being your dad, honey. You’re the light of my life - as is your sister but today’s your wedding day so right now, you’re the favourite.’

'Dad!’ Luna piped up, adopting an offended expression. Lily laughed and reached out along the table to squeeze her little sister’s hand.

'I’ve always been the protective dad,’ Drake said. 'I didn’t want you leaving home until you were fifty.. Well you’re twenty seven now so well done, you somehow managed to get away with that! But looking at you and Milo right now, I feel good. I’m happy to step back and let Milo take the reins on this. He will look after you now. I promise I’ll always be here for you, baby, but it’s not my job to make sure you’re happy. That’s your husband’s now. But I gotta say.. It’s been an honour to be the first man to ever love you.’

Lily’s eyes were watering as she clasped Milo’s hand around her shoulder. Drake gave her a wink. 'Now, my life changed forever when you were born. I was terrified, excited but mainly terrified.. Jesus, I thought I was going to break you, you were so small..’

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Camille gave one last push, letting out a visceral cry as she felt her body give way. Drake had his hands out and caught the baby.

'She’s here, Camille!’ he told her, his eyes wide. 'She’s beautiful!’

Camille let her head fall back onto the pillow, exhausted. It had been a difficult labour, long and excruciating. It turned out Camille used very colourful language when giving birth. But as she watched her husband with their baby girl in his hands, she knew it had been worth it.

The nurse smiled. 'Do you want to cut the cord?’ she asked. Drake blinked, a look of sheer terror on his face.

'How do I do that?’ he croaked.

The nurse showed him and Drake delicately cut the cord, so carefully. The nurse took the baby to clean her up before wrapping her in a blanket, passing her back to her father.

Drake looked down at his daughter. 'I can’t believe I have one of these..’ he whispered. He stared at the newborn with a dopey smile on his face, unable to tear his eyes away from her. 'Hey there little lady,’ he whispered. 'I’m your daddy.’

He suddenly wrenched his eyes away from her to stare at Camille.

'Baby, she’s got your eyes! She’s opened them! Jesus, they’re brown with gold flecks, just like you. My little owl.’

Camille’s eyes filled with happy tears. Drake moved towards her with the baby in his arms and settled down on the bed beside his wife. Camille let out a breath as she looked for the first time down at her daughter.

'She’s beautiful,’ she whispered. Drake smiled and passed her to Camille.

'I’m worried I’m going to break her,’ he told her, stroking a lock of Camille’s hair that was slicked with sweat. ‘She’s so tiny.’

Camille took the baby’s hand and pressed a gentle kiss on her bunched fist. 'You won’t,’ she replied softly.

'Do we still want to call her Lily?’ Drake asked.

Camille smiled. 'Do you think she’s a Lily?’

'100%.’

Camille grinned. 'Lily. Hi Lily.’

The baby gurgled and Camille let out her throaty laugh that Drake adored. 'Yeah, that’s your name, baby girl. Lily,’ Camille cooed. 'Lily Olivia Walker.’

Drake pretended to wince. 'Olivia? Really?’

Camille giggled and swatted his hand gently. Lily yawned and settled in Camille’s arms, closing her owl eyes.

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'Liv, stop shooting daggers with your eyes at me, we gave her your name,’ Drake said, rolling his eyes good naturedly. Olivia, who was sat at the table nearest the Walker’s, gave him the middle finger before laughing.

'Jokes on you, Walker, your daughter loves me.’

Lily grinned. 'I really do, Aunt Olivia!’

Olivia raised her champagne glass towards her goddaughter and tossed it back. Drake turned back to address his daughter.

‘So, I think everyone who knows Lily knows how girly she is,’ he said.

‘Yessss!’ everyone cheered. Lily turned red and hid her face with her veil as Milo elbowed her gently, laughing.

‘Therefore, I know that picking her wedding dress would definitely have been the highlight of this whole day,’ Drake continued. He smirked at Milo. ‘Sorry, Milo.’

Milo shrugged happily and like he didn’t mind at all; he had the girl of his dreams. Drake sipped his whiskey and began to speak again.

‘Lily has always been girly,’ he told the room. ‘She loved playing dress up when she was growing up. And often, she would drag me into her dressing up games..’

‘Good on ya, Drake!’ Leo crowed from his seat beside Olivia. ‘Betcha looked beautiful!’

‘Ladies and gentleman, I believe Leo is drunk,’ Drake said, raising an eyebrow. The guests giggled and began to clap their hands as Leo stood up to bow.

‘Thank you, thank you, I’m here all night,’ he joked, raising his glass before sitting back down to listen to another story.

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‘Daddy, you have to wear the pink tiara!’ Lily cried, holding out a plastic pink tiara to her father. ‘I’ll wear the silver one and then we can play Princesses!’

Drake took the pink tiara and placed it on his head. ‘How do I look?’ he asked. ‘Pretty?’

Lily giggled. ‘So pretty!’

She was wearing a purple velvet princess dress and Camille’s high heels. Drake watched as she tottered around her bedroom, singing to herself as she played. He was sat on the floor with her teddy bear on his lap, absentmindedly stroking the bear’s fur.

‘So what do princesses do?’ he asked.

Lily grinned. ‘We rule the kingdom!’ she said. ‘Just like Uncle Liam!’

‘Of course, just like Uncle Liam,’ Drake agreed. ‘What’s your kingdom like, Princess Lily?’

Lily chewed on her lip thoughtfully. ‘It’s.. happy,’ she decided. ‘It’s always happy and you get to play everyday. We can read lots of books and drink tea.’

‘Sounds lovely,’ Drake told her. ‘What kind of tea? Earl grey?’

‘Noooo daddy!’ she giggled. ‘Chocolate tea!’

‘You mean hot chocolate?’

Lily blinked slowly, as if Drake had just asked her a stupid question. ‘No, chocolate tea.’

‘Ah okay,’ Drake said, bowing his head. ‘Apologies. Where do we get chocolate tea from?’

Lily played with her long dark hair, pulling it through her fingers. Whenever she thought about something hard, her pixie nose crinkled in concentration and her fingers always moved as she thought to herself.

‘My kingdom has a lake filled with chocolate,’ she finally said. ‘You can swim in it! And get tea.’

‘Where is this lake, huh? Why don’t we have one in Cordonia?’

‘I know right?!’ Lily shrieked, bouncing over to Drake to throw her arms around his neck. ‘We need a chocolate lake!’

Drake chuckled and held her close, inhaling the lavender scent of her hair. ‘I’ll get you a chocolate lake, baby girl,’ he whispered. ‘You can drink all the chocolate tea you want.’

She drew back with a happy grin on her face. ‘I need to wear my feather boa!’ she decided, suddenly changing subject as she often did without warning.

‘Do princesses wear boas?’

‘Always,’ Lily said, opening her little closet and rifling through her clothes. ‘They’re fluffy and pretty.’

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‘Now, she may be really girly but she’s also a Walker,’ Drake warned. ‘Milo, you gotta know that my baby girl can make campfires and toast smores like a badass.’

Milo chuckled and rolled his eyes at Lily who was looking very pleased with herself.

‘Be prepared for a lifetime of energy, emotions and joy,’ Drake told him. ‘Because that’s what Lily is. She’s my little pocket rocket.’

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‘Smores are delicious!’ Lily squealed. Drake was teaching her how to toast smores over a campfire. She was six years old and in thrall of her father who was making it his mission to make this Walker Family Weekend the best weekend ever.

Her baby sister, Luna, was in Camille’s lap. They were sat around the fire and Luna’s eyes were lit up from the flames; she was hypnotised.

‘I want to eat these all the time,’ Lily said seriously. ‘They’re the best food ever!’

Drake held her tightly and pressed a kiss on top of her head. ‘You’re my little girl, you know that right?’

His eyes met Camille’s. His wife gave him a warm smile and she looked like she could burst from happiness. Drake could feel it too. This was the life he had always dreamed of. Just peace. The simple things. Smores.

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‘So Lily is marrying the love of her life,’ Drake said. ‘Lily and Milo have known each other since they were four years old but their long relationship hasn’t been without its ups and downs. For example, they were best friends for the most part while Lily brought home many, many, many, many unsuitable boyfriends..’

Luna let out a laugh. ‘So true!’

‘Shut up!’ Lily protested, glaring at her sister. Luna stuck her tongue out, making Lily smile. She could never stay angry at Luna for long.

‘We all had bets on when Lily would get together with Milo,’ Drake said.

‘What?!’ Milo cried. ‘No way!’

‘I bet he would ask her out after the hockey player!’ Maxwell shouted out loud, raising his hand. ‘I got 50 euro!’

‘Damn you, Beaumont!’ Leo growled. ‘That was my hard earned money!’

‘Money doing what exactly?’ Olivia asked, nudging Leo’s knee with her foot. Leo turned red and downed another glass of champagne.

‘There was Matthew, Ethan, Eli, Patrick, James..’ Drake droaned. ‘Hockey guy.. Swimmer… guitar player..’

‘I’m surprised you let Lily out to be honest,’ Bertrand quipped, making everyone laugh. ‘I wouldn’t have.’

‘I was very tempted to keep her under lock and key,’ Drake admitted. ‘But no, instead I just got my rifle ready and gave those guys plenty of warning.’

Lily held her head in her hands. ‘Dad…’

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‘So what are you doing after graduating?’ Camille asked the boy in front of her as she poured him a glass of juice.

‘Uh, I’m not graduating this year, Mrs Walker,’ Ethan drawled. ‘At all. I’ve dropped out.’

Camille kept her smile on her face as she sat down. Don’t judge. Be kind. Maybe he had a hard year. She could feel Drake tense beside her and willed him to keep quiet. She held out the bowl of salad, offering Ethan some greens.

‘Yeah, I failed like.. all my classes,’ Ethan explained, clearly not fussed that he was setting off alarm bells in Lily’s parents heads.

‘Oh,’ Camille said. ‘Tough year? I know Lily was struggling with maths-’

‘Nah, I just didn’t go,’ Ethan interrupted. ‘School is a prison, you know? You learn better outside the constricts of education! We gotta get outside, see the world, forge our own path.’

‘That sounds very freeing,’ Camille told him, trying to be polite. ‘Very forward thinking.’

‘So while my daughter is studying at university, what will you be doing?’ Drake asked, his tone thin. Lily was turning bright red, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but at the dinner table.

‘I’m just gonna see what life is, you know?’ Ethan drawled, leaning back to rest his arm around Lily’s shoulders. Drake’s eyes flicked to his arm while his hand gripped his knife.

‘Will you be working then?’ Camille asked. ‘I used to work as a waitress while at school. I used my cash to help my grandmother.’

‘My parents put a lot of importance on work..’ Lily whispered to Ethan, wanting to help him out a little.

‘I work on the side,’ Ethan said.

‘Doing what?’

‘I work with my buddy at the weekend,’ he said. ‘He’s got clients.’

‘Clients for what?’ Camille asked, taking a long, long sip of wine.

Lily quickly reached out to take the bowl of spaghetti. ‘Great pasta, mom!’ she cried, her voice high. ‘Delicious!’

Ethan grinned wolfishly. ‘You won’t be interested, Mrs Walker.’

Drake stood up abruptly, making Lily jump. She was on the edge of her seat, clearly waiting for Ethan to say one thing that would lead to disaster. She had been dating him for two months and she had been oddly quiet about him to her parents. She watched as Drake stalked out of the dining room.

‘Thanks for cooking, mom,’ Lily said quietly. Camille gave her a wink and twirled spaghetti around her fork.

‘So, Ethan, what would you like to be when you’re older?’

‘Jeez, that’s a loaded question..’ Ethan mused. ‘Again, I’d be in a box, working for the man..’

‘DAD!’ Lily shrieked, knocking over her glass of juice. Drake had returned with his rifle in his hand.

‘Don’t mind me,’ he called out. ‘I just remembered I need to clean my rifle!’

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‘Ugh, I hated that guy..’ Milo groaned. ‘Such a dick.’

Lily was tomato red now. She could only listen as her family commented on all of her previous boyfriends, not kindly.

‘Patrick was a babe,’ Luna said. ‘But so, so vain..’

‘Hayden was very handsome,’ Camille joined in. Olivia let out a gasp. ‘Oooh Hot Hayden!’

‘What?!’ Lily screamed. ‘He was eighteen!’

‘He was legal,’’ Oliva said dryly.

Drake cleared his throat. ‘Okay, my speech is being ransacked. Back on track now, people, please. So, yeah, we watched a lot of boyfriends walk through our front door and leave just as quickly. It was like a conveyor belt of acne and hormones.’

‘Dad, you’re embarrassing me,’ Lily warned him.

Drake grinned. ‘Then be prepared for my next story!’

*******************************************************

The front door slammed, making Drake and Camille pull away from each other and jump to opposite sides of the couch. ‘Fuck, that was close,’ Camille whispered, re-arranging her hair. Drake smirked and opened the living room door.

‘Lily, that you?’ he called out.

He could hear crying. Hysterical crying.

‘I’ll go,’ Camille volunteered.

‘Nah, I will,’ Drake said. ‘She’s home early though. Didn’t she have dance practice tonight?’

‘Maybe Harper’s mom dropped her off.’

Drake shrugged and wandered upstairs to Lily’s bedroom where he could hear crying and wailing coming from the other side of the door. He knocked and waited patiently for permission to enter.

‘Come in..’

Drake opened the door and found his fifteen year old daughter lying in a heap on her bed, crying. He rushed over to her. ‘Baby, what’s wrong?’

She burrowed her face in the pillow, her sobs muffled but still so very loud.

‘Lil?’ Drake murmured. ‘Baby, what’s wrong?’

She sniffled and raised her head up to look at him. Her eyeliner and mascara was streaked over her face; Drake winced. His daughter did not need makeup but because of her social circle, Lily felt pressure to always try and look perfect. She had to have the right hairstyle, the right perfume, the right clothing.. When really, she was perfect just the way she was.

‘He.. he.. He dumped me!’

Drake blinked. ‘Who?’

‘K..K..KYLE!’

Drake blinked again. Okay, who was Kyle again? Was he the footballer? No, that was Logan. The hockey player? No, that was Will. Who the fuck was Kyle?

‘Lily..’ he said, keeping his voice steady. ‘Who was Kyle?’

‘MY BOYFRIEND!’ she screamed, throwing a pillow to the other side of the room. ‘He dumped me! I thought we were so good! He called me.. He called me beautiful!’

Her voice cracked and she broke down again. Drake pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

‘Shhh, it’s alright..’ he whispered. ‘It’s okay, baby. Shhh..’

‘He made me laugh..’ she whispered. ‘And we had all these inside jokes..’

Drake sighed. The inside jokes were what got you.

‘I’m gonna be alone FOREVER!’ she wailed.

Drake closed his eyes. He was so used to hysterical female teenagers now, thanks to Lily. He could write a book on how to manage a hormonal daughter.

Lily was like Camille in that she wore her heart on her sleeve. She felt everything deeply and she loved very hard. But, she also had that Walker steel inside her heart that meant she wasn’t a pushover. So it was very odd that she was getting so worked up over a boy.

Until it occurred to Drake that Lily had never been dumped before. She always dumped them.

‘Okay baby, you know what we’re going to do?’ he said, his voice soothing as he rocked her.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘We’re gonna get you McDonalds and we’re going to make you smile again, okay?’

Her eyes lit up. ‘Really? What if mom doesn’t let us?’

Drake gave her a wink. ‘Mom doesn’t have to know, does she?’

Thirty minutes later, they were in McDonalds, chowing down on chicken burgers and inhaling fries.

‘Oh my god, I wish mom let me eat this stuff all the time!’ Lily said with her mouth full. ‘It tastes so good!’

Drake laughed and watched as his daughter became more animated and happy, like the Lily he was used to. They talked about school, Lily’s friends and new films they had to watch on a dad and daughter date. Eventually, talk turned to Kyle.

‘So, can I ask how you met this guy?’

‘He’s in my English class,’ Lily said, sipping her coke.

‘How long were you dating?’ Drake asked. ‘Sorry, my memory is a little hazy. You date a lot of boys, honey.’

Lily giggled. ‘A week.’

Drake paused, his burger held in his hands. ‘A week?’

‘Yeah.’

Drake stared at Lily. ‘You were in pieces over a guy you had been dating.. For a WEEK?’

Lily nodded. ‘Yeah. What’s the problem?’

Drake scoffed and picked up her burger, shoving it in the paper bag. ‘Hey!’ she protested. ‘I was eating that!’

‘No,’ Drake said, tossing the burger in the trash. ‘McDonalds is pity food for when a guy breaks your heart after months of dating. McDonalds is pity food when you fail an exam. McDonalds is NOT pity food for a guy you have only dated for a week!’

Lily’s lip trembled. ‘But I really liked him..’

‘What would Aunt Olivia do?’ Drake asked bluntly. ‘If Leo dated her for a week and dumped her, what would Olivia do?’

Lily frowned. ‘Uhh.. stab him?’

Drake was beginning to agree when he realised he shouldn’t. ‘No!’ he said. ‘She would pick herself up, put on her highest heels and she would forget him! What would your mom do?’

‘She would drown her sorrows in a bottle of wine.’

Drake sighed. ‘After that.’

‘Um.. She would see her friends?’

‘Damn right she would,’ Drake said fiercely. ‘So why are you hangin’ out with me? Go see Violet or Harper. See someone who isn’t that asshole and just have a good time. It was only a week. Forget the douchebag, he ain’t worth it. Hell, go see Milo! I like that kid!’

Lily was staring at him as if he had grown two heads. ‘Dad.. why do you go all Texan when you’re emotional?’

‘I don’t know, I just do!’

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Milo was laughing as Drake regaled the room of Lily’s dating escapades. He could see Lily smiling so he knew it was alright; Drake hadn’t overstepped. He was really looking forward to being part of the Walker family. He practically was family anyway, from years of knowing Lily, but now it was official.

Drake’s laughing eyes met Milo’s. ‘So,’ he said. ‘I remember when Milo asked me if he could ask for daughter’s hand in marriage. He was so nervous and had clearly prepared his speech, not that he needed it. I was gonna say yes. Hell, you could have just asked her and I wouldn’t have minded!’

Milo blushed and felt Lily squeeze his hand. She was always a comforting presence for him. Ever since playgroup when Milo was too shy to join in with their classmates, Lily would take his hand and make him feel safe.

‘I was always gonna agree to you marrying my daughter, kiddo,’ Drake told him honestly. ‘Doubt never crossed my mind.’

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Milo was sat out on the front steps of the manor with Drake, their usual spot for talking. Drake had brought out a bottle of whiskey and poured him a glass before toasting to their health.

‘Remember at your prom and you were waiting for Lily to find you a leaf?’ Drake asked. ‘So I offered you whiskey but you couldn’t drink it because you were seventeen?’

‘Heh, yeah,’ Milo said. ‘Now I can. Because I’m an adult.’

Drake nodded. ‘Indeed.’

They sipped their drinks until Milo broke the silence. ‘Mr Walker, I need to talk to you about something,’ Milo said, speaking quickly, keen to get the words out. Drake turned to him and regarded him seriously.

‘Sounds ominous..’

‘It’s not,’ Milo said. ‘It’s important though. I.. I guess I just wanted to ask.. I wanted to ask if I could please marry your daughter.’

He thought Drake was going to punch him. This was Drake Walker. He was known for being protective of his daughters. He was known for bringing out his rifle and ‘cleaning’ it in front of her boyfriends. Why did he ask? What made him think Drake would say yes? He would say no and make sure Lily was sent off to a convent or wherever adult women were sent to avoid marriage and men and dicks.

‘I just think she’s incredible,’ Milo continued, his breathing turning rapid. ‘She makes me happy and I’ve known her for so long. She’s like my other part of my soul, you know? No, she is my soul. She’s everything to me. I love her. I want to marry her but I wanted to ask for permission first. You can totally say no, I get it-’

‘Milo.’

‘I’ll step back and won’t ask her-’

‘Milo, of course you can.’

‘Then she can just marry someone else - wait, what?’

Drake was trying not to laugh. Milo looked like he was going to faint. ‘Mr Walker..’

‘Yes, you can marry Lily,’ Drake said. ‘Jesus, dude. Calm down!’

‘But..’

‘What? You trying to convince me otherwise?’

‘NO!’

Drake smirked. ‘Then shut up and drink your whiskey like an adult.’

Milo tossed back his whiskey, letting it burn his throat. Drake clapped him on the back.

‘Welcome to the family.’

****************************************************

Later that evening, Drake and Lily joined on the dancefloor to dance together. Drake marvelled at how stunning she looked in her wedding dress; she had chosen a boho gown with flowing white silk and she had taken off her veil to show off her dark hair that was decorated with silver leaves. The leaves were a nod to her and Milo’s childhood- leaves were seen as declarations of love at their playgroup and Milo had gifted Lily many leaves over the years.

As they swayed together, Lily felt tears prick up in her eyes.

‘I love you daddy,’ she whispered.

Drake blinked. She never called him daddy.

‘Honey, you okay?’

She nodded, laughing at herself. ‘Yeah. I’m just emotional. Plus your speech was amazing.’

‘Heh, I talked too much,’ Drake said, twirling her around.

‘You tell good stories.’

‘I’m a Walker,’ Drake said. ‘We love stories.’

Lily grinned. ‘I’m keeping my last name by the way.’

‘Really?’ Drake asked. ‘Milo’s not offended?’

‘Hell no!’ Lily cried. ‘I’m Lily Olivia Walker. I’m your daughter. I’m a Walker through and through.’

Drake chuckled and brought her in close to hug her.

‘You’re the first man who really loved me..’ Lily whispered in his ear. ‘I’m forever thankful for that.’

Drake held her tightly. ‘I know, baby girl,’ he whispered back. ‘And I’ll always love you.’

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PR (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

Description: THIS WAS SO HIGHLY REQUESTED OMG! Shawn and Camila were a PR stunt to promote the new song, eventually it just got to be too much watching the man you loved show the word he was suppose to be in love with someone else.

You were appreciative of the life you lived, you didn’t take a day for granted. You were lucky to be constantly traveling with your partner whom you loved so much sometimes it felt like you were going to explode when he would smile at you. You got to have the glitz and the glamour, and most importantly the guy. Shawn was why you had it all, you had worked hard yourself sure but to be in glamorous dresses, attending award shows with celebrities, to traveling places you could only dream of when you were growing up.

Behind all that was something else though, they didn’t see the broken hearted girl behind the screen after someone pointed out how big her thighs were. They didn’t see you crying in the shower after the Grammy’s when someone had said you looked bad in your dress. Although it was only a few comments out of thousands, it seemed like those stood out the most. You could receive a thousand compliments but as soon as you saw one thread of hate it sent you into panic mode.

You didn’t understand how Shawn ignored it so well, he never reacted to hate and you admired him for that and his will power. You admired him for his dedication to music despite the hate he got, he was completely saturated in love and radiated it everywhere he went but that didn’t mean he wasn’t human. You had consoled him on some bad nights like when he didn’t win his Grammy, he critiqued the performance so much and when you watched it over it felt like he didn’t have one nice thing to say about him self.

It was hard behind it all, it was hard being in the spotlight with him. But you would do it a million years as long as you could stay with him, as long as you could continue loving the golden boy who spread happiness and light everywhere he went. You’d do it just to be with him.

When he told you him and Camila were doing a song you were ecstatic and over the moon, there last song was such a success and did really well and you could only imagine this would be better. Shawn had invited you to filming and you had heard the song it was very sexy, even though you knew this you hadn’t expected what you were about to see on set. Shawn was practically a sex symbol and so was Camila and they were all over each other, it was hard watching another girl run her hands down his bare chest. It was even harder watching his hands run over the curves of her body, watching it made you put your hands over your body as if shielding it would help.

‘‘Hey’’ He greets you walking over giving you a hug, he was shirtless and had his jeans hanging low on his hips. They had just shot the scene of him laying on the bed sprawled out looking over at Camila while she was at a window, ‘’You okay?’’ He asks you.

‘‘Of course!’‘ You assure him giving him a wide smile. ‘‘You look really sexy,’‘ You whisper to him. You weren’t much into PDA and that included compliments you wanted those to be private between just you and him. You look down his body your eyes scanning over his abs and then back to his face and he was smiling at you his cheeks rosy red like someone had just pinched them really hard.

‘‘Hey guys!’‘ You hear a voice interrupt you and you see Camila making her way over to you. ‘‘I just wanted to ask Y/N something, they have a scene planned out where like Shawn lays me on the bed and gets on top of me and I wanna make sure you’re okay with that?’‘ She asks. One thing about Camila was she was never timid or shy with anything, she was very confident when she spoke and seemed very open to topics.

‘’Uh yeah,’’ You lie. You really didn’t want to see Shawn on top of her, it was too intimate and too painful to watch. ‘’I’ve actually got to go soon I have an appointment for the doctor,’’ You explain.

‘‘I thought that was next week?’‘ Shawn asks you.

‘‘Nope today!’’ You lie once again. You quickly try and make your way off the set as quick as possible. Before you leave you walk over planting a kiss on Shawn’s cheek and you can smell the breath mints making you feel sad that they had to be that close to one another. You weren’t crazy, but seeing another girl all over your man even if it was pretend hurt you in a way you couldn’t explain.

After the music video released it was popular for a few days but then started dropping in the charts a lot quicker than expected. It was upsetting to Shawn because he was so excited, the song was different for him and he put a lot of work into it. He came home one day and seemed really anxious he flinched every time you would touch him and didn’t seem to want to kiss you like he normally did when he got home. Your relationship with Shawn was very private, the media knew about it but you never posted pictures of you and you never showed PDA in public only for the paparazzi to get a show.

‘‘Can I ask you something?’’ He questions walking over to the couch taking a seat next to you. You look up from your phone laying it face down beside you giving him your attention, you nod motioning for him to continue, ‘’The song isn’t doing as well as we wanted,’’ He sighs and you nod giving him a soft smile, ‘’They want me and Camila to do a PR stunt, act like were dating for a bit and get people talking.’’ He says.

‘‘Oh,’‘ You say looking down at your feet, ‘‘I mean will that work?’‘ You ask him.

‘‘They think it will, a lot of fans went crazy when we released the first song together and were convinced we were dating, if we do a few outings together then it’ll get the news talking a bit.’‘ Shawn says. He didn’t sound like he didn’t want to do it and for some reason that hurt you a bit. ‘‘It’s fake though Y/N,’‘ He assures you.

‘‘Yeah, yeah I know!’‘ You tell him trying to hold back your tears. ‘‘What does that mean for me?’‘ You ask him.

‘‘Well you just need to lay low,’‘ He pauses, ‘‘We have to avoid being seen by the paparazzi at all cost,’’ He explains. ‘’Camila is already on board and we have our first outing scheduled for next Tuesday.’’ He adds.

It hurt to think that he wasn’t asking for your permission, he was only letting you know because he owed you that not because he wanted to know you were okay with it. You nod your head at him encouragingly giving him an eager smile one that was very forced. You wanted him to have everything even if that meant you had to be miserable for a while.

It was about two weeks after their first scheduled appearance and Shawn was right, they did get a lot of media coverage. The first appearance wasn’t much just showed them together at a party but over the weeks it was elevating pretty quickly. They went from friends to lovers almost instantly holding hands walking down the street, Shawn was constantly dodging questions about if he and Camila were dating only creating more buzz for them both.

Today was the day that broke you though, today was the day the video of them kissing came out. He didn’t tell you about that, he failed to mention he was going to have to kiss her and love her in public something that he had never done for you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to show Shawn affection in public it was that his fan base was mostly girls and they can be the cruelest kind. You held his hand in private when you knew nobody would see because you felt safe from the amount of hate you’d get if a video like this got leaked of you two.

You watched the video over and over again, and then another video came through of them kissing and you watched and cried feeling your heart shatter. He never asked you if this was okay, he never asked. You packed your bags quickly not wanting to be here when he got home but when you heard the door open and close you knew you were screwed. Shawn walked into your shared bedroom noticing the duffle bag on the bed ‘’What are you doing?’’ He asks peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the laundry hamper.

‘’Shawn’’ You say hearing your voice break and he turns to you his facial expression confused. ‘’I can’t do this anymore I just can’t.’’ You explain.

‘’Can’t what?’’ Shawn ask you. He walks over sitting down on the bed and grabbing your hand in his tugging you to sit down next to him. ‘’What’s wrong baby?’’ He asks rubbing circles in your back.

‘’I know I said it was okay,’’ You start off having to pause, ‘’But I didn’t know that I- I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I said you could fake date Camila for PR.’’ You admit to him truthfully.

He looks at you sadly, ‘’You saw the video?’’ He asks.

‘’Of course I saw the video Shawn,’’ You say rolling your eyes, ‘’I saw the fucking video.’’ You say standing up pulling your hand away from his. ‘’You didn’t even ask me!’’ You tell him.

‘’You think people are going to believe I’m dating someone if I don’t kiss them?’’ He asks you as if you were stupid. ‘’You kiss people you date Y/N.’’ He points out.

‘’I know that!’’ You yell back. ‘’But Shawn you didn’t ask me, you didn’t give me a warning! How should I be feeling seeing my boyfriend everywhere on social media kissing someone he claims he hasn't had feelings for yet everyone knows half the songs on your last album were dedicated to her!’’ You let out. You cover your mouth afterword scared of your own outburst.

‘‘I didn’t think you would care Y/N, You know me and you know I would never do anything to hurt you.’’ He says.

You cut him off quickly, ‘’Well this hurts Shawn, it really fucking hurts and you’re making me feel like shit for it.’’ You tell him. ‘’I have the right to be upset, I have the right to tell you you hurt me and you’re a fucking jerk if you’re going to make me feel like those feeling don’t matter,’’ You tell him crossing your arms over your chest. ‘’My feelings matter.’’ You tell him.

He runs his hands through his hair letting out a sigh, ‘’Of course they do Y/N!’’ He yells. ‘’I thought this song would do better Y/N, I thought it would be a hit and it’s not and I need it to be.’’ He explains.

‘‘You’re willing to act like you love someone else for the sake of one song?’‘ You ask him your voice drenched in disappointment. ‘‘That’s...Disappointing.’‘ You sigh.

‘‘Do you not trust me?’‘ Shawn asks

You roll your eyes once again, this wasn’t about trust this was about respect. ‘’If you love me like you say you do then put yourself in my shoes. Tell me you wouldn’t be mad if I had to make out with some guy in front of everyone and act like I was in love with him.’’ You look at him sternly awaiting his answer.

‘‘If it helped you no,’‘ Shawn says and you throw your hands in the air and slam them back to your sides, ‘‘I wouldn’t!’‘ He defends himself.

‘‘You are unbelievable,’‘ You tell him walking over and continuing to pack your suitcase. ‘‘I love you Shawn, I really do and I want you happy and I want you to thrive. You being happy makes me happy, but I can’t lie seeing you with Camila and being happy tears me fucking apart.’‘ You admit. ‘‘You look so happy with her and I just-’‘ You stop not being able to find the words.

‘‘I’m happy with you Y/N,’‘ Shawn says standing up walking over to you but you brush him off. ‘‘Y/N?’‘ He questions his voice and face expressing hurt.

‘‘I love you but I can’t.’‘ You tell him. ‘‘And I won’t make you choose,’‘ You say, you were honestly scared that if you made him choose that he wouldn’t choose you, so making the choice for him was the best you could do even if it meant your heart broke in the process. ‘‘I’m gonna go live with some friends for a while’‘ You tell him ‘‘Good luck with everything.’‘ You say putting the bag on your shoulder and walking toward the door.

‘‘That’s it?’‘ Shawn asks you. ‘‘The past two years have been what?’‘ He asks.

‘’The past two years have been a bliss, I’ve never been happier. But now things have changed and I’ve never felt more sad, and insecure, and I’ve never felt this many emotions at once. And I’m sorry it had to be this way but I deserve better than that, I deserve to have my feelings spared, I deserve more Shawn.’‘ You tell him. It was hard to come to terms with yourself but you did deserve more, you deserved the respect that had been lacking lately and you would be dammed to sit around and be miserable.

It would be hard to learn how to un love someone, you spend your time learning all these details and at the time they seem so insignificant but when they’re gone you notice these holes. You notice how you can’t sleep without their body pressed against yours, you notice how they look before they cry, you notice the change in voice when they’re sad. You notice these things that accumulate to love, and after so long you learn to miss them everyday.

But you didn’t want to not love Shawn anymore, you wanted to love him and support him even if you weren’t in his life. So you pulled yourself out of the equation allowing him to focus on his own problem while you worked out yours. You could only wish Shawn would one day realize that now his problem was he was missing you.

A/N: If this sucks im sorry!!! -

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verus-veritas · 5 years

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Interactive: The Great Shift (2)

The cop's gun dropped from his hand as he looked around in shock.

"Oh no!" He cried. "Where am I now?"

I looked down at myself and let out a great sigh of relief. I was still in the body that once I could have only dreamed of having.

"Who are you?" the new cop asked.

"I'm Tony Coletta." I said with a smile. "But you don't need to worry about that. Who are you?"

The cop looked down at his badge and said. "Well I guess I'm Officer Reynolds now."

I smiled again. It looked like I had found an ally who would come in handy if or when Tony came looking for his body. A cop would be hard to argue with.

"If you need somewhere to stay I've got plenty of room at my place." I said.

The cop instantly climbed into the passenger seat and I started the engine. As I drove I watched the new Officer Reynolds check himself out in the wing mirror.

"Very nice..." he murmured. "I can live with this."

Officer Reynolds was a big man, but in all the right places. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms and a face that said, 'Don't mess with me'.

I watched him pull a wallet from his pocket and flick through his I.D.

"Kieron Reynolds", he said over and over again before putting it away. He turned to look at me.

"So you're really you then" he asked a little suspiciously..

"Yes," I lied with determination in my voice. "Why?"

"You're a lucky guy", Kieron continued. "It’s happened twice and you've escaped it both times?."

"Weird shit like this doesn't happen to me", I said with a smirk. "I thought everyone was playing some kind of stupid prank on me at first."

"Nope," Kieron said holding up his hands and studied them. "It happened alright."

As we pulled up outside the house Kieron let out a slow whistle.

"Nice!" he said. "You've done alright for yourself here."

"It's my house." I snarled at his remark.

"Yes, yes of course", Kieron said as he followed me inside. I began to wonder whether bringing 'Kieron' home with me had been the right thing to do. Was he going to mess up my plans of taking over Tony's life for good? I stopped to look at my new face in the hallway mirror. No-one was going to take it away from me now, not even Tony himself!

"So who were you originally?" I asked Kieron as I handed him some chicken from the fridge.

He let out a laugh and almost choked on the food.

"An ex-con down on my luck. Shitty apartment, slut of a girlfriend," he said. "Now look at me! I'm the fucking long arm of the law. Thank you very much Officer Reynolds!"

"What about the real Officer Reynolds?" I asked.

"Fuck him," he said. "Hopefully he’s permanently out of the picture. If not I'll arrest him for impersonating a police officer." He laughed long and hard at his own joke.

"Anyway Tony," he said and I realized I liked being called that. "I need to take a shower now. Get to know the new me properly, if you catch my drift." he winked at me before I guided him upstairs.

I found him a guest room with en-suite and left him to it. As I closed the door he was already half undressed and grinning like a cheshire cat. I dreaded to think what he was going to get up to in the shower.

I went to Tony's, I mean my room and closed the door. Picking up a photo album on the desk, I flicked through it while studying every picture of Tony so as to learn as much as I could about him. I let Tony's face smile smugly as I acknowledged that these were now pictures of me, the hottest jock in town! My eyes wandered to a porn magazine I had seen earlier and I soon felt a stiffening in my jeans. Removing my shirt and revealing my muscular body, I picked up the magazine and was about to take off my jeans when the doorbell suddenly rang again. I cautiously made my way downstairs while repressing my raging erection and opened the door to see Phoebe, our school’s head cheerleader.

"Tony? Is that you?" Phoebe asked.

"Who else do you think it is?" I said in character. "Ain’t no one getting their hands on my body."

"Thank god," she said. "Can I come in?"

I watched her walk into the house. She was hot. Dark-skinned and petite in a Camila Cabello sort of way. Tony's hormone were rushing through my body. I knew what I wanted.

"Is that really you then Phoebe?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with a smile. "What happened to everyone?"

"I don't know," I said wrapping my big arms around her and smelling her hair. "But at least we're still ourselves."

"Yeah..." she said holding me tight. I felt myself start to stiffen but she only pushed tighter and it was pressed hard against her.

"Let’s go upstairs." she whispered and led the way. She obviously knew where Tony's bedroom was.

I lost my virginity as Tony Coletta. I couldn't have wished it to be any better. Me in control of his great body and with the Head Cheerleader as well. I lay back feeling the blood pumping through my veins. I felt more alive than I had ever been.

"Tony," Phoebe said. "You were amazing."

"Well I am Tony Coletta," I said with a smirk. "What did you expect?"

She let out a little giggle.

I lay on the bed and watched her go the bathroom to shower. I looked down at my penis and flopped it about in my hand. I smiled knowing that I was going to have so much more fun with it. That is if the real Tony didn't turn up... But even if he did, there’s no way I would let him take all this back. I was Tony Coletta now!

I went downstairs to find Kieron watching the television dressed only in his boxers. He was studying a tattoo on one of his big arms.

"Had a little action then," he said. "Could hear you both down here."

"Yeah, so what if I did?" I answered him with a snark.

"Nothing wrong with that," he said shaking his head. "Good-looking guy like you must get a lot of girls after you. Mind you I think the same is gonna apply to me now." He let a sneer cross his new face which seemed out of place. Suddenly Phoebe walked into the room.

"Oh I didn't know you had company." she said shyly.

"Hi, I'm Kieron, a friend of the family." Kieron stood up to greet her, shaking her hand.

"Shhhh!" I said as a news report flashed up on the tv screen.

"Scientists have finally discovered a way to return those affected by the recent events to their own bodies. By capturing energy from the recent aftershocks Professor Ian George of the Torchwood Institute has created a device that will attach itself to the residual energy in a person’s body and transfer it to another. It will be a lengthy process but it looks as though things will soon be back to normal," the reporter said from inside the body of a stunning blonde. "And I for one will be looking forward to getting back to my daily weight lifting sessions. This is Bill Masters for CBS news."

There was a moment silence.

"Well that’s good then isn’t it?" Phoebe asked.

"Oh yes, great news." I said.

"Yes, couldn't agree more", Kieron said.

Then there was another moment of silence. Suddenly, my mobile started to ring. I picked it up hesitantly. Someone was trying to contact Tony and I had a pretty sure idea of who it was...

"Have you heard the news?" a strange voice said, but I knew it was none other than the real Tony.

"Sure. Good news alright." I said while trying to hide my dissatisfaction.

"Oh yes, the best news I've heard today! So, are you ready to go?" Tony said obviously unable to hide his excitement.

"Where to?" I played dumb.

"The Torchwood Institute, of course. I think I’m in the body of a wanted criminal, so I want to get out of it as soon as possible." Tony said hastily.

"Uh... okay. Just come here first so we can pick up some stuff, and we’ll go there together." I answered him. He simply agreed and then hung up. Sitting back on the sofa I started to think. If everyone already believed I was the real Tony, there was no need for me to give this body away! I just had to get rid of the real Tony and then I could stay as Tony Coletta forever! And that’s when I knew exactly what had to be done.

"What a weird guy!" I exclaimed loudly to attract Phoebe and Kieron's attention.

"Is everything all right?" they asked in unison.

I then told them about a bad guy who claimed to be me, and demanded I give my body to him. I also lied and said that he threatened to kill me after he got my body.

"What a horrible thing to do! To pretend to be someone else just so he could steal someone’s identity, who could do something like that?" Phoebe shook her head in disbelief.

"Don't worry about that, my friend. Since I’m a police officer now, it’s my responsibility to protect innocent people like you." Kieron reassured me. I simply nodded at him before we all gave each other a knowing look.

When the real Tony entered the mansion, Phoebe, Kieron and I was hiding behind the door. Before he could react we jumped on him and knocked him out.

"I recognize this guy. He was the most dangerous serial murderer in the city," Kieron said. “Thank god he never got the chance to switch with anyone.”

Taking the unconscious Tony to the police station, now in the body of the most wanted criminal, the police were incredibly satisfied with our work and gave us a great reward. As for the real Tony, he tried to explain the situation he was in but nobody believed him. After all, it was three people’s words against one. He was eventually sentenced to death and the execution was held on the same day. Removing one more dirt from the planet.

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Eventually everything went back to normal, everyone was supposedly sent back into their original bodies, but with a few people missing. One of them was the outcast Evan who’s mind was never found. His parents were miserable, but they got over it soon when the government compensated them for the loss. The students also noticed a few changes in the school jock, Tony Coletta. It seemed as if he had become friendlier, more intelligent and mature. He was also often seen hanging out with the police officer Kieron or went out on long steamy dates with Phoebe. But it’s not like it mattered. Tony was the perfect guy before, and after The Great Shift he still was. It seems as if some people are lucky enough to be completely unaffected by The Great Shift, and Tony Coletta was definitely one of them.

The End

Source: “The Great Shift” Interactive Story on Writing.com

#bodyswap #jock #bully #selflove #permanent #the great shift #interactive

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E U O N I A : An Eva Calderon Playlist [ L I S T E N H E R E ]

WRITING CHALLENGE 001: PLAYLIST @parabellumrpg

I HAVE A DREAM | LILY JAMES (MAMMA MIA 2)

“I have a dream, a fantasy To help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness still another mile”

This song is the embodiment of who Eva is as a person. As one of the lyrics goes, “something good in everything I see”, this aligns with how Eva chooses to see the world and those around her. She sees the good in everyone and everything and does not judge another based on someone else’s opinion. She will always come to her own conclusion about someone and will not harbor ill will towards them unless they have done or said something that changes how she sees them.

HERE COMES THE SUN | THE BEATLES

“Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right“

Eva is the sun in this song that The Beatles sing about. If you looked Eva Calderon up in the dictionary the lyrics above would be listed beside her name.

¿QU�� SE SIENTE QUE ME GUSTES TANTO? | DANIEL, ME ESTÁS MATANDO Translation: How Does It Feel That I Like You So Much?

“¿Qué se siente que me gustes tanto, amor? Que debo de aceptar que Tengo miedo de tu encanto ¿Qué se siente que me gustes tanto, amor? Que si un día tú te vas con alguien más Yo voy también”

Translation: “ How does it feel that I like you so much, love That I must accept that I'm afraid of your charms How does it feel that I like you so much, love That if one day you go with someone else I go too”

This is Eva when she is in love with someone and the fear of giving her heart fully to them is very present because she does not know how receptive they will be. Will her love measure up to them/what they want or will they just be two estranged hearts held in beings.

¡QUE BONITO! | ROSARIO

“Qué bonito cuando te veo ahí Qué bonito cuando te siento Qué bonito pensar que estás aquí Junto a mí”

Dedicated to @joaquin-aleman. It is the song that the two danced to on the night that set two hearts beating in time into motion. Their first dance together and first kiss was done to this song. While that night did not end well, it ended abruptly, awkwardly and with so much unspoken, Eva will always associate this song with Joaquín.

WITHOUT YOU | LESLIE ODOM JR. (RENT)

“Without you The ground thaws The rain falls The grass grow”

For Eva, this song means that the world keeps turning, life goes on and everything grows, but you don't without the people in your life who mean something to you.

FIRST MAN | CAMILA CABELLO

“I swear on my heart That he's a good man I know you'll stay up late Just waiting for me You held me so tight Now someone else can But you were the first man that really loved me“

Dedicated to Eva’s father. This song is all about telling her father that the man she is with is a good man and that it is because of her father’s unconditional, unwavering and unquestionable love she is able to be in love and have someone love her in return. It is all the love she has for her father and for him showing her how a man should love and treat her in one song.

SHE USED TO BE MINE | SARA BAREILLES (WAITRESS)

“It's not what I asked for Sometimes life just slips in through a back door And carves out a person and makes you believe it's all true”

While Eva’s circumstances are different than Jenna’s they are both coming to terms with things in their life that did not go according to plan. Eva has to reconcile with the differences in how she thought her life was going to go and how it actually ended up. What she has to reconcile is that she always thought her parents would be in the same country as her and only a stone’s throw away.

HAPPY & SAD | KACEY MUSGRAVES

“Is there a word for the way that I'm feeling tonight? Happy and sad at the same time You got me smiling with tears in my eyes I never felt so high No, I've never been this far off of the ground And they say everything that goes up must come down But I don't wanna come down“

This is the song version of the feeling of finally letting someone in again. The joy of the moment is washing over Eva, but she knows, deep down, she still might have to brace herself for the worst.

TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS | HARRY STYLES

“Maybe we can find a place to feel good And we can treat people with kindness Find a place to feel goodGivin' second chances I don't need all the answers Feelin' good in my skin I just keep on dancin'”

The title says it all. This is one Eva’s motto’s, treat people with kindness, and she truly does her best to live by it. Eva would the human version of Kill Them With Kindness. This is also just a really great bop that Eva would blare in her home and dance to while cleaning.

DANCE AGAIN | SELENA GOMEZ

“Happiness Ain't something you sit back and you wait for Mm-mm, ah-ah Confidence Is throwing your heart through every brick wall Mm-mm, ah-ah”

This song is all about how happiness is something that must actively be sought out and that self-confidence is manifest by her casting aside all timidity. That is something relatable to just about everyone and especially Eva in her younger years and how she transitioned to just owning everything about her and dancing away her troubles. This is also another one of those songs she would get up and dance to.

SOUTH OF THE BORDER | ED SHEERAN FT. CAMILLA CABELLO

“She got the, mm, brown eyes, caramel thighs Long hair, no wedding ring, hey I saw you lookin' from across the way And now I really wanna know your name She got the, mm, white dress, but when she's wearin' less Man, you know that she drives me crazy The, mm, brown eyes, beautiful smile You know I love watching you do your thing”

Honestly, this song is how I see the different men who have been with Eva and have loved her view her. It is a song full of sex appeal and I love it for her. This is her “sexy” descriptive song. This song, like others I have mentioned, are ones she has 100% danced to and just had fun to.

STUCK WITH U | ARIANA GRANDE WITH JUSTIN BIEBER

“There's nowhere we need to be No, no, no Imma get to know you better Kinda hope we're here forever There's nobody on these streets If you told me that the world's ending Ain't no other way that I can spend it”

This song is about being “stuck” with the person you love and how there is no one else you would rather be stuck with. I feel that it fits how Eva looks at loving someone else because you are suppose to love them in spite of all their faults. Being stuck with something isn’t a bad thing when it is them, that person that makes the world a brighter and better place.

SUNFLOWER, VOL. 6 | HARRY STYLES

“Sunflower Sunflower My eyes Want you more than a melody Let me inside Wish I could get to know you”

Honestly, this song I chose for her because of the title as I see her as a sunflower, always facing up towards the sun and following its path rather than drooping to the ground like other flowers in the world when the sun isn’t on them. I also chose it because it is a great song and maybe someone out there would use this song to describe them with her.

BARCELONA | ED SHEERAN

“And you and I we're flying on an aeroplane tonight We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright Just close your eyes And let's pretend we're dancing in the street In Barcelona Barcelona Barcelona Barcelona”

The song that gets her feet, hips and hands moving. This is the song that can come on anywhere and she will want to dance to it unapologetically.

BE KIND | MARSHMELLO WITH HALSEY

“I know you're chokin' on your fears Already told you I'm right here I will stay by your side every nightI don't know why you hide from the one And close your eyes to the one Mess up and lie to the one that you love When you know you can cry to the one Always confide in the one You can be kind to the one that you love”

What this song gets down to is that Eva will always be there for those who believe that she should not be and that she shouldn’t love them. COUGH COUGH @joaquin-aleman. She will stay by your side every night.

#parabellumchallenge #here comes the sun ( about )#writing challenge 001

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submission:

(i’m making my comments along the way in bold because whew)

my v embarrasing old showmila fanfic

context: I was technically 11 yrs old, but very nearly 12 (😭). this was written in the IKWYDLS era, and I'd only just become a fan of shawn and fifth harmony, so I barely knew anything about their personalities. I really believed that shawn and camila were secretly dating. and for some reason, I clearly thought shawn was some kind of cocky bad boy 🤦

anyway, this is super embarrassing lol. I've deleted the fic from quotev now. the plot of the fic was basically that shawn makes a bet with those vine guys he was friends with that he can get camila to fall in love with him in a week. but then, once they eventually get together, camila starts getting stalked and threatened by a crazy gay fan of shawn's that's in love with him and hates camila. (homophobic undertones I know 😬 I'm gay and was def not impressed with myself reading it back)

EXTRACT 1:

Summary: Shawn made a bet with Cameron and Jack that he will get Camila to fall for him by the 1 week deadline but somewhere along the way he found himself falling in love with her- and hard. What will happen when Camila finds out? Will Shawmila survive? Or is Shawn finally gonna find out what it feels like to be broken in pieces?

A certain brown- eyed heartthrob barged into Camila's dressing room. "Shawn!" she screamed, dropping the magazine she had been gazing at. Shawn was curious; he strolls over to the magazine and picked it up. On the front cover was a huge picture of himself. He smirked. "Camila, why stare at a picture of me when you can stare at the real thing baby girl?" Camila was confused, what did he mean? She snatched the magazine off him and she sighed. "That's not the page I was looking at," she explained, turning to a page where there was a shirtless pic of Taylor Lautner. She hands it back to him. (omg heterosexual icon)

"Wait, what'd ya mean? I am way hotter than some man who plays a dog!" Shawn exclaims cockily. "Haven't you seen Twilight, Shawn? He's a werewolf!" "Shawn too cool to watch Twilight," he countered. (why is he talking like a caveman pls)

EXTRACT 2:

Cameron turned to look at Jack. "He's been flirting with Cabello again!" he said to him, clearly irritated. Wait, what? He was not flirting with Camila, they were fighting!!! Were his friends blind? "Dude, face it. You soo like her," said Jack. "I do not have a crush on Camila!" "You visit her every day, have your dumb flirt/fights and you always talk about her- always!" shouted a frustrated Jack. (the way jack used a slash in an out loud sentence) "Only because it's fun to annoy her and if I liked a girl I would ask her out!!" "No You're afraid that she doesn't like you, that you'll get rejected and made a fool of yourself!" Cameron guessed. "Fine! I will get Camila Cabello to fall for me and guess what; I can do it within one weeks!" He yells in anger. Oh no, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes never loses his temper. (u serious right now) "It's a bet then. And if Jack and me win you have to admit you love her, in front of everybody!" said Cameron. Shawn agreed but as he walked away, he wonderes if he'd made the right choice. Oh well, time to turn on the Shawn Mendes charm, he thought, popping his collar. Starting from tomorrow. Though"

EXTRACT 3:

As he walked back to his table, he felt happy- it was because he was going to prove Cameron and Jack wrong. He ate his sandwich without saying a word to his friends and went to go to the flower shop. "Hey get me the best roses you got," he demanded. The employee's eyes widened and before she could say anything, he interrupted. "Yeah yeah I'm the awesome Shawn Mendes, hit singer, now get the flowers lady" (GSHDHDHAHSHAHHA) She rushes over and grabbed some expensive looking roses; he paid the money and gave a 100 dollar tip and headed back to the Fifth Harmony house. He left them on the table in Camila's dressing room that shared with Dinah, with a careful note. As he walked out, he bumped into Miss Cabello herself. "Shawn, what were you doing in our dressing room!" she shouted. "You'll see," he replied mysteriously, before walking off in his bad boy stroll. She shrugged and stepped inside, when she spotted the flowers on her table. They were roses, she read the note. It said: To Camila, saw these and thought you would like them, from Shawn Mendes. She awwed and put them in a vase. From behind the door, Shawn watched and was proud of himself. He was a step closer to winning his bet.

EXTRACT 4:

Shawn nodded his head. "Camila, I have to tell you a secret," She looked at him. "Okay you know how I've been acting weirdly lately?" Shawn explains.. "What, you mean like when you insulted me in Spanish, dressed all stupid then screamed when you saw the reflection, followed me around everywhere and flirted with a guy because I asked you to? Nooooooooo, that wasn't at all weird," Camila said sarcastically. Shawn looked down in embarrassment. "Yeaaaah, you see, I was acting like that because I was trying to win a bet, I made with Cameron and jack" shawn explained. She looked confused. Camila was so cute when she was confused. "What kind of bet?" she asked him. "The bet were to get a girl to like you," Shawn continues. "Well, who was that girl?" she questioned. Was it just him or did she look… jealous? Shawn panicked and blurted out. "Uh, she has pretty dark hair and is Spanish," Camila looked upset. "Oh, so you like Lauren then. Well, you can go tell her now," (SHUT UPDJFJ) Shawn slapped a hand to his forehead. "No, it's you Camila!!!" he admitted She looked at him. "Whaa-?" Shawn sighs. Maybe he should have been scared. "I really really like you Camila," She hugged him tightly. "Really Shawn?" Shawn nodded. "Do you want toa go to that new food place tonight?" He asked. She looked like she was thinking about it. "Eres un idiota, pero frente Shawn seguro," she said. He gave her a confused stare. "I knew you couldn't speak Spanish!" Camila said triumphantly. Shaw looked at her. "Yes and Shawn? I really like you too," she said

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Shawn smirked and went to sit next to Camila. They looked at each other, thinking the same thing because they were so connected. Their friends all hated them being lovey-dovey so they made it into a game. They acted like a perfect couple when they were around. Their reaction were always hilarious. Shawn started off. He gazed into Camila's eyes and pretended he was in a Twilight scene. "Hello Camila-bear, I missed you so much," Shawn said realistically as possible. (manibear is shaking) Camila played along and sighed. "I know, Shawnykins. It's been almost 5 whole minutes. I can't possibly go that long without getting lost in your dreamy chocolate eyes," Camila put in a dreamy sigh for good measure. Their friends are staring at then horror- struck, like they want to look away but couldn't. Yes! It was working! "I'm so happy you feel the same way! I was worried you had…" Shawn paused dramatically. "…forgotten about me," Camila gasped in horror. "I would do anything for you, MiMi," Shawn finished. Camila frowned at the nickname, knowing Shawn was trying to annoy her. "Oh Shawn!" she sighed. "Camila!" He copied. They both leaned in shared a short kiss then pulled away, looking at their reactions. Lauren had her mouth half open and was staring into space, horrified. Normani had her eyes covered and was yelling, "Make it stop! Please make it stop!". (lauren baby i’m gonna get you out of there) Ally held onto Dinah liks a cuddly toy and Dinah looked like she wanted to push her away but was too busy trying to breathe, like if she found out her favourite lipstick was discontinued. Shawn's friends the girls were holding a hand to their mouth while the guys looked like they wanted to be put out their misery. Shawn couldn't take it anymore. He and Camila began laughing hysterically, clutching their abs and holding tears of laughter.

EXTRACT 6:

Shawn swiped the don't answer button and tried to go back to sleep. Then his phone beeped loudy. He sighed and read the text. It was from his girlfriend Camila. To: Shawn From: Camila shawn sum1 at window help! He read it and quickly hopped out of bed and ran all the way to the Fifth Harmony house to the bedroom Camila was in without shoes on. She was carrying a lamp in one hand and her phone in the other hand and was hiding behind the door. Shawn walked forward and pur his hand on her shoulder. She jumped but then She hid behind Shawn as he crept slowly towards the window. Camila whisperers something to him, terrified. "Th- they wer- were tapping o- on the window, then I s-saw a human sh- shadow across the wall," Shawn locked the window and lied on the floor while Camila was on the bed for the night. she fell asleep and Shawn took out his new iPhone. (rich king) He said on twitter that he was looking for a bodyguard for his girlfriend and that interviews were gonna be at his mansion at 2:00, tomorrow. (he prolly put it on craigslist or something) He looked at Camila. She looked so peaceful and cute when she was sleeping. Stupid cute Camila. Suddenly she started turning around in her sleep and got a few sweat droplets on her forehead. Gross, wait, was she having a nightmare? I have got to wake her up! Shawn stood up and ran over to her. "Camila!" he whisper- yelled.

#immaculate #submission

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Señorita

A cute little Muggle AU to calm down the vibe after Doom Days this week :)

Thanks @thedistantdusk from some awesome edits, @gryffindormischief for being so encouraging with this fic and @bluestwitch for the Spanish help :)

Inspired by Senorita by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello, South of the Border by Ed Sheeran, and Nothing on You by Ed Sheeran. This may become a two-shot, I haven’t decided yet.

Read on: FF.net and AO3

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Harry slid himself into the small corner booth in the back of the cafe. He hadn’t wanted to leave his temporary flat, but coffee had become necessary. For the past two weeks, he’d been assigned to watch a potential sex trafficking ring leader. Harry’s team had discovered the man’s operations in London, but within the last month, word had spread that Norman Zello had gone to Spain for “business.” After gaining clearance from the CNP, Harry and his five-man squad had hopped on the next plane to Barcelona.

After two weeks straight of long nights and even longer days, Harry’s lieutenant had ordered him to take forty-eight hours without stepping foot in their base of operations. In other words, Harry now found himself a two day holiday in Spain.

He wasn’t much of a tourist; just the idea of going to those crowded spots gave him a headache. No, he’d rather act like the locals and pretend those prime locations didn’t exist-- which was why he’d picked this little hole in the wall cafe.

A waitress walked over with his croissant de almendra and café con leche. She gave him a flirtatious smile as she leaned over his table. Harry couldn’t help but look down her deep v neck, his face heating to near the temperature of the coffee. When she walked away, not without a wink and a helpful offer to get him anything else, Harry started researching places to visit.

When the little bell over the front door rang out, Harry looked up at the noise. Three beautiful women walked in. One was a tall blonde with blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean around the area. Another was dark haired with legs that seemed to go on for days. But Harry forgot all about them the minute his eyes connected with warm brown ones.

She was a petite redhead with freckles that covered every inch of visible skin. She clearly wasn’t from Spain. Her creamy white complexion gave that away. She had a mischievous smirk on her lips that told him he was already in trouble. His heart started to race as her eyes assessed him. Typically Harry wasn’t a vain man, but in that moment he wished he’d spent more time that morning trying to tame his unruly hair.

Harry had always had a thing for redheads, and she was already driving him crazy with her long hair and white shirt and blue jeans that skimmed her figure perfectly. When she winked at him, all Harry wanted out of life was to find out her name.

It took all of Harry’s will power to turn his attention back to his phone. Staring at someone was not an ideal way to make a good first impression.

He was reading the tour times for Camp Nou Stadium when someone cleared their throat near him. He looked up and was hypnotized by those coffee-colored eyes again.

The redhead was smiling down at him. “Hola.”

Harry’s brain chose that moment to forget everything. Knowledge of how to breathe and speak officially became things of his past. “I - Uh - Hi. I mean.” Harry knew he must have turned the shade of a tomato. “Hola.”

Her smile grew wider. “Oh good, you speak English. I thought I recognized a fellow kinsmen in you. Mind if I sit here until my order is ready?” She gestured to the empty booth across him.

“No,” Harry said, a little overzealous. Fucking hell, Harry! Stop making yourself look like a dunce He cleared his throat, before trying again. “No, feel free.”

“Thanks!” She slid in gracefully. “So, what are you doing in Spain?”

“I’m here for work.” He was semi-proud of himself for completing a sentence without stuttering.

She nodded. “Me too. My team and I are in the quarterfinals against Barcelona.”

“Your team?”

“Yeah. We play for England’s national team.”

As if she wasn’t hot enough already, but now she’s a pro football player?! Was it appropriate to propose to someone after only saying ten words to them?

Instead of maying a complete fool of himself, Harry used his brain before speaking. “Whoa, that’s amazing! What position do you play?”

“Forward.” She gave him a cocky grin that turned him on way more than it should have. “One of the best too, if I do say so myself. But what about you?” She propped her elbow on the table and placed her chin in her open palm. “What do you do?”

“I’m a detective for the MET.”

Her red brows scrunched together in an all-too-cute way. “For the MET. Then why are you in Spain?”

“My team and I are following a suspect. We’re hoping to uncover all his -- ill-advised -- activities.

“Wow!” She looked impressed. “Makes my job feel invaluable, doesn’t it?”

“No way.” He shook his head. “Being on the national team -- that’s fucking incredible.”

She smiled brightly, her brown eyes dancing with pleasure. “Thank you. It’s been a lot of hard work.”

Harry was about to pluck up some real courage and ask if he could come and see her play, but before he could open his mouth the redhead’s friends called her over. They held all their takeway bags.

“I’m sorry.” She stood “I’ve got to go. We’ve got practice soon.”

Harry stood as she started to make her way back to her teammates. He wanted to call out, ask for her number, but his bravery seemed to leave with her. Fuck ! Why couldn’t he grow a pair when it came to talking with women?

“Hey.” She had turned around halfway between him and her companions. “I was planning on heading to the beach this evening.” She cocked her head to the side. “If you’re free, maybe you’d like to meet up?”

His mouth couldn’t open fast enough. “Yeah, that would be great.”

She beamed at him and pulled out her phone. “What’s your number so I can text you when and where?”

Harry quickly relayed his number, watching her efficiently type in the digits. “Perfect.” She smiled at him. “I’ll see you later.” Before Harry realized what she was doing, her lips were on his cheek.

He could only watch as she turned back to her friends. It took a few moments for his brain to start running again. They were almost out the door when Harry yelled, “Wait, I don’t even know your name!”

She turned to look over her shoulder. The smirk she sent him made his whole body buzz. “It’s Ginny.”

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Ginny walked across the beach, her bare feet sinking into the sand with every step, warming her toes. Harry walked beside her his hand tucked neatly in hers. They had deserted the little fire Ginny’s team had crowded around in favor of a few minutes alone. When she glanced back, she’d been able to see flickering sparks rising into the air.

“I’ve always liked the way the moon reflects off the water,” Ginny said, her focus now on the crashing waves. “It’s like a picture out of a book. It’s beautiful.” She turned to look at him was blinded by his intense eyes. Fuck , she’d seen that emerald green across the cafe and had been instantly sucked in.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Ginny got the distinct impression he wasn’t talking about that moon. The idea made butterflies flutter through her stomach. She was used to men trying to chat her up (she was a professional football star, for fuck’s sake), but typically they didn’t do anything for her. Harry, however, wasn’t like the rest. He wasn’t using pick-up lines, asking for tickets to her games, or staring at her chest. No, he was following the flow of conversation, asking her about her interests, and only verging away from her face every so often.

There was a real fire between them, and Ginny really liked it.

Before she could act on her feelings, a man and woman approached them. The couple stopped in front of them, talking in rapid Spanish. Ginny’s understanding of the language was extremely limited (ranging from hola to adios). Harry, however, nodded at the couple.

“Sí.” He pointed off towards the mainland. “ son unos veinte minutos por ese camino .”

The couple thanked Harry profusely (using another word in Ginny’s limited vocabulary) before heading off.

Ginny was impressed. “You speak Spanish?”

Harry turned back to her, his hand jumping to the back of his neck. “I’m fluent in Spanish, French, and German.”

“Really?” Ginny hated how fucking sexy she found that.

“Yeah.” Harry’s sheepish smile almost made Ginny kiss him right there. He had no idea how adorable he was, and it just increased his appeal.

“Can you tell me something in Spanish?”

“Uh… sure.” He paused for a moment. “Er. Estás arrestada . Pon las manos en tu cabeza.”

Ginny blinked. “What did you just say?”

“You're under arrest. Put your hands on your head.”

“Spanish makes that sound so much hotter. I’d be more than happy to be arrested if an officer talked to me like that.”

Harry laughed.

“What’s another thing you can say?” Ginny asked, not wanting the Spanish lessons to end.

“Uh.” Harry looked around the beach, his gaze focusing on the water. “¿Te gusta nadar?”

Ginny raised an eyebrow until he explained.

Harry’s cheeks flushed, making his complexion darker in the minimal light. His hand jumped back to his neck. “Do you like swimming?”

She beamed at him. “I love swimming.” She paused, considering the temperature, before reaching for the hem of her shirt. She tugged the white cotton over her head. “Care to join me?”

Harry’s eyes drifted south, taking in her black bra that she was planning to use as a bikini top. She saw his tongue come out and run along his lower lip, seemingly unconsciously.

“ Sí, Señorita. ” If his husky tone and sexy Spanish weren’t enough, Ginny practically started drooling when Harry removed his shirt. Fuck , the MET kept their men fit.

Ginny undid her jeans and stepped out of them. At this point, she needed to get into the water to cool her fucking hormones down. If he said Señorita like that again… Ginny wouldn’t be at fault for what happened.

She ran to the crashing waves, Harry shouting to wait up as he ran in behind her. The chilly water hit her like the iceberg that hit the Titanic: Hard and sharp.

Ginny, however, refused to be beaten by a liquid. She moved into the water up to her waist, her body trying to adjust from the temperature of warm sand.

When Harry’s arms finally wrapped around her from behind, the warmth of his body lessened the icy chill His lips were right next to her ear. “ Deberías haberme esperado, preciosa .” Gooseflesh rose across her body, and Ginny knew it had nothing to do with the cool temperature

She spun in his arms, their eyes locking. “You keep talking like that I won’t be able to control myself.”

Harry grinned. “Haz lo que quieras. Soy tuyo. ”

“Okay.” Ginny gave him her most charming smile. “Just remember I warned you.” She pressed herself to him, placing her hands on his shoulders, turning so he was out deeper in the water. Moving up to her tiptoes, she nuzzled her nose to his before using all her might to push him in.

Harry had not been expecting her attack -- or perhaps more accurately his defenses were down. His grip on her waist loosened and he fell easily, his body causing a dramatic splash. Ginny stood triumphantly, arms crossed.

When he surfaced, his hair was plastered to his face as he sputtered. Ginny smiled down at him. “That will teach you to mess with a Weasley. Only the bravest dare to try and handle us.”

Harry wiped the water away from his eyes and nose as he stood. His gaze never leaving hers. Ginny was surprised the water wasn’t boiling from the ardent look he was giving her. She sure as hell felt hot all over.

He moved in close, his hands sliding back over her hips and waist. His mouth hovered over hers, his breath warming her face. “Oh, trust me, I’m up for that dare.”

Ginny’s body hummed with anticipation. She could already imagine how his lips would feel on hers. Then, instead of having her imagination satisfied, Harry changed course. He backed away just enough so his arms could wrap around the back of her legs and shoulders. Before Ginny knew it, she was in his fireman’s hold.

“Whoa!” Ginny’s arms went around his neck. “Now, Harry, let’s talk about this.”

Harry smirked down at her. “What do you have to offer, Señorita ?”

Oh, Ginny really did love the way he said that . She leaned up and kissed him. She couldn’t have stopped it, even if she’d wanted to. It took Harry a second to realize what was happening, but he responded with enthusiasm. When his tongue ran across her lower lip, Ginny let out an embarrassing moan. She didn’t even realize he’d lowered her back into the water.

When oxygen became vital, Ginny pulled back. She remained on her tiptoes, not wanting to separate more than what was required to breathe.

“Harry.” She ran her hands into his soaked hair.

“Yeah?” His voice was low and all too inviting.

“How do you say wanna come back to my place in Spanish?”

“¿Quieres volver a mi casa?”

Ginny kissed him again. “ Sí, señor .”

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Harry’s woke slowly, refusing to open his eyes. He was so warm and comfy, the idea of ever moving seemed impractical. Giving in to the desire to get closer to the source of the warmth, Harry pushed backward, his back snuggling into the heat.

“ Harry .” The sleepy voice made memories flood back to him. Taking Ginny back to his flat. Kissing up against the front door. Lifting her up so she was at the perfect height…

He opened his eyes and turned in Ginny’s arms. Her mouth was twisted in a smile and he could see to the top of her breasts peeking out from under the sheet. He grinned. Last night had been… well, the best he’d ever had.

The urge to kiss her became overwhelming. He pressed his lips to hers lightly.

Her smile grew as she smacked her lips “Who do you think you are, prince charming?”

“If the shoe fits.”

Ginny’s laughed, her eyes opening slowly, herr brown eyes luring him back in. “Quite sure of yourself, hmm?”

He leaned in and kissed her again. “Well, the way you were talking last night…”

“Who says that was for you?” Ginny’s hands came up into his hair, spiking through it.

“Well unless you changed your name to ‘ oh, Harry ,’ I’ll take it as a compliment.” He paused loving the feel of her hands massaging his scalp. His eyes closed on their own accord. Then a horrible seed of doubt spread throughout his mind. He looked back into her smiling chocolate brown eyes. “Ginny, what was this?”

“I thought it was pretty self-explanatory.” Ginny’s lips curled in a smirk. “It’s called sex, Harry. Do I need to give a visual example?”

“That’s not what -- Well ,” He mentally shook himself. Focus, Potter . “I mean, was this just a one-off or --” His voice broke, betraying his nerves.

Ginny blinked at him like that was the last thing she’d expected him to ask. Her hands tightened in his hair, and in the next instant, as she flipped them. She straddled his hips, her lips coming to hover just over his. “Boy, I never took you for a one night stand. So don't make plans for anything but me and a little romance.”

When she kissed him, Harry couldn’t think of anything other than her. “ Sí, Señorita .”

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Spanish Key:

Sí, son unos veinte minutos por ese camino - Yes. It's about twenty minutes that way

Estás arrestada. Pon las manos en tu cabeza - You're under arrest. Put your hands on your head

¿Te gusta nadar? - Do you like swimming?

Deberías haberme esperado, preciosa - You should have waited for me, beautiful

Haz lo que quieras. Soy tuyo - Do whatever you want. I’m yours

#hinny #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fan fiction #harry X ginny #hinny fanfic #senorita #nothing on you #south of the border

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Name: Camila “Cami” Weiss Age: Nineteen Pronouns: She/Her Species: Banshee Faceclaim: tbd.

Prologue

You parents were people who had always wanted different things. Your mother had never wanted children and your father was a man who tried his best to make everyone happy, even if it wasn’t what he wanted. They had met in college, fell in love over four years, but both of them had to admit that their lives had different paves. Love couldn’t quite withstand everything they wanted. Your mother felt trapped, she wanted to explore the world but she felt obligated to stay, out of love, out of duty. Becoming pregnant only solidified that for her. She had you, and although you weren’t what she wanted, you gave her hope that not everything had to be bad. Your father did his best to make sure that she was happy, that even if having a family at the time they did wasn’t what they wanted, there could still be some joy. Things only got more complicated when your little brother was born but your parents had done their best to make things as good as possible for you and they would do the same for him. For all of their apprehension and struggles, they were good parents. They made sure you and your brother had everything a child could want and then some.

But there were times when things got hard and for that reason, they enlisted the help of your paternal uncle to help raise you two. This had never seemed odd to you, you thought he was cool and he let you stay up past your bedtime and eat the candy your parents wouldn’t let you have. Little did you know that your parents were always in a fight with one always threatening to pull away. You were being spared the pain of seeing your parents in that position but you could tell that something was off. You had always carried a sense of dread deep within your bones.

Things, however, came to a halt in one small moment. You were being watched by your uncle again when your parents claimed they wanted time alone. It was always the key phrase to signal that they were on the edge of a fight. At some time after midnight, you felt a scream tear from your throat, not only waking up your uncle and brother but even the neighbours. You wouldn’t stop, either and it wasn’t crying, you weren’t wailing as a child would. You were screaming, a sound that no one had heard a child make until then and no matter how hard he tried, your uncle couldn’t soothe you. It kept you both up for several hours, until it subsided. You feel asleep quickly, exhausted. Your uncle would be contacted soon after, getting the news that your parents had been in a car accident. They hadn’t made it.

Chapter I

Growing up for you was difficult. You were constantly shown that you were different from others through small things like parent’s evenings and mother’s day. You withdrew from the world around you, always upset that you had been robbed of your parents and not some of the more ungrateful children in your classes had been -- something you would always feel horrible about later on. You were jealous and angry but mostly, you were hurt and confused. You could explain why it had happened and when you asked others, they couldn’t explain either.

You couldn’t shake the way death had gripped you and you felt it was unfair, even at a young age. People would try to talk to you, to become your friend, but you would always bring up death to them, something that would chase children away. It was as though you were possessed, as though you had shook hands with the Grim Reaper himself. Your teachers began suggesting counselling to your uncle which was something he heeded carefully.

You were labelled as a strange child, many people saw you as strange -- your teachers, your peers, people around Blackwater, and even your own family members.

You are six years old when you find yourself in the forest with five other children. None of you know what’s happening as days pass, one blurring into two until it’s been seven days. You don’t remember what happened but when you think back on it, you remember an eerie calm at the thought of never leaving the woods, something you haven’t shared with anyone to this day. When you are reunited with your family, you are quiet for several days, contemplative. It is then that your uncle relents and takes you to counselling. You’re not sure what happened or why you wake up so scared at nights but what you do know is that this has now turned you infamous for another reason. Even at six years old, the stares you get are too much and you do not like it.

You want it to stop but it never does, so you scream and scream and scream. The next morning, you hear about the trucker who died while delivering some goods into Blackwater.

Chapter II

Before entering high school, you decide to make a change. You do not want the same experiences happening again, so you need to become a different person. You change everything about yourself that you can, you go into your first day of freshman year and sign up for popular clubs, such as cheerleading and yearbook. You pour yourself into this new persona, determined to no longer be that creepy little girl everyone knew you as. You stop being Camila and become Cami, the girl everyone knows, they girl everyone wants to be friends with, the prom queen specimen. You push down everything about yourself that you can in a bid to be a better person than you had been before but it never makes you happy. The whole time, you know you’re destroying a part of you that you will never get back but you can’t stop the destructive behaviour now.

The friends you have are superficial at best because you never let anyone see the real you. You know you act shallow and people see you as shallow. There is a gossamer line between the people who hate you and adore you. There’s nights when you wish you could be different but you can’t. You saw it as a way to fight back, as a way to prove to the world that you weren’t the trauma that shaped you. By pushing away all of the bad that has happened to you as a child, you shaped yourself into a new being, so why shouldn’t you be happy with that? It’s difficult to figure it all out and not having people to talk to about it only makes it more complicated. In a bid to find some kind of answers, you do your best to reach out to the rest of the six, hoping you’d make some sort of connections with the people who shared the same issues as you. It’s not entirely successful, many of them do not like the girl you’ve become and at times, you can’t blame them.

All the while, you find your dreams turning strange. You dream of death, only to see that death happen days later. Your uncle and brother take turns asking you about the nightmares that you have you screaming in the dead of night but you always pass it off as something you can’t remember. You don’t want to turn back into that weird child you were, so you do all that you can to avoid becoming obsessive with these strange dreams. You might linger on an obituary or a news report that match a name or face you dreamt of but you try not to linger on them for too long.

Epilogue

You graduate with no real plans to leave Blackwater, though that isn’t strictly the truth. You tell no one that your college applications were rejected and, instead, pretend to be relieved that you get to stay in your hometown. Inside, you are bitter and resentful but being away from the pressure cooker that is an educational environment means that you can relax a little. You try to find yourself as best you can but it proves to be more difficult than anticipated -- you have become too lost in your own facade that you’re not quite sure who you are anymore. But it’s worth exploring, right?

In the midst of trying to ignore your past while finding yourself, you receive the letter from your former teacher. You do not read it but you don’t throw it away either. You want to forget all of it, so why bother with reading it?

That is, until a few nights later when you find yourself dreaming of that same teacher -- only, you are witnessing something strange. The image isn’t clear enough but you wake up, just past 3am, a scream turning your throat raw and tears running down your cheeks. You read the letter that night. You find out about her death the next morning. Nothing makes sense to you but you now know there’s something to your dreams, you just need to find out what that is or, more importantly, what you are.

Appendices

Riley ⇴ You never foresaw the two of you fitting together; the girl who sat at the popular table and the eccentric girl known by all around town. You didn’t guess that you’d grow feelings for her, you had done so well to make sure that you wouldn’t be seen as weird that it almost felt like your heart was betraying you by choosing to fall for someone strange. Still, the one respite you have yourself was giving in and beginning to date her during senior year. It wasn’t serious, you never told her you had been rejected from your colleges and that your choice to stay in Blackwater was entirely your own. It did become more serious after that, when she asked you to move in with her and you said yes. You find comfort and safety with building a life with her, you feel confident that you will have a forever there but with so much difficulty within you, you’ve found yourself too engrossed in your own problems to focus on your relationship. To make matters worse, now that your dreams have context, you’ve begun to worry that you’ll dream of her one night and that thought terrifies you. Without meaning to, you’ve begun to pull away from her and you know that bringing it up will only make things worse.

Oliver ⇴ You never really envisioned yourself becoming friends with him. You two were in the same social circle in high school, both popular kids with a lot of surface level friends. Over time, you grew close and found that he was rather comforting to be around. It was like finding another piece to your puzzle, someone who held the same scent of death to them that you have always had. For that reason, you find that you can be a more honest version of yourself around him and while you tell yourself that’s because of the bond you’ve formed, you can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that. There’s a reason why you can always sense him, why you seek him out in crowds, why he always seems to echo your thoughts. Whatever it is, you two are close and you can’t imagine where you would be without him.

Matthew ⇴ Of all the six, he seems the most normal to you, the most well adjusted. While you two aren’t exactly close or best friends, you enjoy spending time with him because he makes you feel as though you could be normal. With him, there’s no talk of weird things that happen around the town or what happened to you as children. You can have an ordinary conversation and not worry about things turning to the weird. You do, however, constantly worry that you might say the wrong thing to him and end up ruining what you see as the first perfect relationship you’ve had. With the looming threat of weird hanging about it, you feel as though you are always walking on eggshells.

#cami #c.

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