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“I am sorry that I cannot do more,” the brunette woman says as she kneels before an emaciated child.

Her arm is outstretched. Waiting. But there is nothing in her palms.

the child looks to her, then to her arm, then back to her.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath and steels herself. “It’s alright,” she assures him, “You can do it.”

the boy doesn’t hesitate before sinking his teeth into her outstretched arm and tearing out a chunk of her synthetic flesh.

Curie bites her lip and grits her teeth and closes her eyes to keep from screaming. This is a game she knows how to play.

She feels a lull of pain echo across similar wounds littered around her body, but ignores it. She has learned to live with it.

After all, they need food more than she needs her arm.

And robots don’t feel pain.

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Romanced!Companions React: It’s All A Dream (Part One)

Note: I hope this is okay! I treated it as if the dream were kind of an alternate timeline that the companions accidentally saw into via a dream. If that’s not what you wanted let me know!

Cait:

Cait wakes with a start, surrounded by a home she barely recognizes, in a bed that feels too soft to be real. She reaches over to the other side of the bed out of habit to realize it’s cold and empty. Panic rises in her chest and she sits up fast enough to make herself dizzy. The memories of two different worlds blur together and she squeezes her eyes shut, willing things to straighten themselves out. She opens them again.

There’s light streaming through the window near her bed, warm orange casting onto the hardwood floor. Slowly, nervous to make the wrong move, she stretches out her legs and places her feet firmly on the floor. Nothing shifts again and she breathes a sigh of relief. It was a dream. Of course. A realistic dream, but a dream nonetheless. 

Cait runs her fingers through her fiery red hair and rises from her bed, pausing to stand in the sunlight. There’s no mistake in the warmth on her skin or the fluffy clouds drifting by. This was real and she had just had a weird dream. With a scoff to herself that she couldn’t even have a realistic dream that was nice, she shuffled her way to her kitchen and turned her mind to other things.

It was her sister’s birthday soon and she needed to head out to find a good gift. As always, she’d put it off long enough that it was practically an emergency to find something at this point, but she was confident Concord would turn up something useful. First, though, she needed coffee and a good breakfast.

Nearly three hours later Cait made her way through the streets of Concord, peering in the windows at the displays. They were filled with warm clothing in soft shades as the weather had begun to take on a light chill in the past couple of days, reminding everyone it was nearly October. She decided it was hard to go wrong with a good scarf, especially since her sister worked outdoors, and began to head up the stairs to the shop entrance.

Before she could enter, though, someone came bustling out. Cait dodged to the side to avoid getting barreled over and turned to reprimand them when her stomach dropped. Sole was staring up at her from a lower step in confusion and concern. “I’m sorry, I just realized I was late and I didn’t realize you were on the other side of the door. Sorry.” They sounded flustered.

“Don’t worry about it.” Cait struggled to keep her tone even as memories from the dream came flooding back. Sole hadn’t budged, despite just stating they were late. “Do we- do we know each other?”

“I don’t think so.” Sole looked lost, their gaze searching Cait’s features. “You do look kind of familiar, though.”

Cait nodded slowly. How the hell did they have a dream about this person, create a whole new world with them, and not actually know them? She swallowed nausea that rose at the idea that she was a stranger to them. Sole took in a deep breath and looked as if they were going to say something before pausing and shutting their mouth. “I’m sorry, I really do have to go.” They smiled politely and turned to leave, still appearing confused.

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything and simply watched as they hurried away, checking their watch once more.

Curie:

Curie roused slowly. The first thing she thought was that she didn’t feel Sole in bed next to her; they must’ve gotten up early. The second thing she thought was that it was too comfortably warm to be the middle of winter in the Commonwealth. She shifted, stretching lazily, before she opened her eyes.

Her surroundings made her scramble backwards on the bed, defensive as she gathered the sheets around her. This wasn’t the bed she shared with Sole in Sanctuary. She blinked a few times before things started to become more familiar. The photo on her nightstand of her and her parents, the nurse’s uniform folded on her nightstand across the room, and her cat basking in the sunlight all seemed to be greeting her back to the real world.

Curie sighed, relaxing and letting the sheets drop into her lap. Had that really been a dream? It had been so real, so lifelike. A pang hit her chest as she thought of Sole, though it dissipated soon after. Sole wasn’t real. She didn’t actually know them. “Kitty.” She called out softly to her pet, seeking comfort in her companion.

Kitty raised his head in contemplation, debating whether or not to join her on the bed, before dropping his head again to enjoy the sun’s warmth. Curie sighed and rose from her bed. She had work in a couple of hours; she couldn’t afford to be this distracted while taking care of patients. It was no use to dwell on a dream.

It wasn’t a particularly busy day for Curie and her coworkers. She had a few patients coming in for check-ups, but other than that, they spent most of their time talking amongst themselves and attempting to pass the time. She was sorting through paperwork when she heard a familiar voice say, “Hello?”

Curie rounded the corner to the front desk only to stop dead in her tracks. Sole stood on the other side of the desk, drumming their fingers idly on the surface, glancing around the waiting room. Curie took a deep breath to steady herself and willed what she remembered of the dream to leave her be. “Hi. Do you have an appointment?” She asked. Maybe if she continued casually the familiarity would ease and so would the knot in her chest.

“12:30. For-”

“Sole?” Curie blurted out. So much for casual.

Sole’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “Um, yes. How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess.” She replied weakly. “Right this way, Mx.”

Her legs felt like jello as she led them down the hall to a room. She turned to leave after reassuring them that the doctor would see them soon when they called out. “Sorry, what’s your name again?”

“Curie.”

They nodded to themself before blinking and putting on an easygoing smile, though she could still see disorientation in their eyes. “Sorry, I thought I knew you. You seemed familiar.” They laughed. “Guess not.”

“Guess not.” Curie repeated softly before exiting and clicking the door shut behind her.

Danse:

Danse woke to surprisingly familiar surroundings. The bed was stiff underneath him, the snoring of a couple other people echoing around the room. However, when he opened his eyes, he was alarmed to see he was no longer on the Prydwen. Instead, it appeared he was in another sort of soldiers quarters.

His eyes darted to his side and his concern grew at the fact that Sole wasn’t there next to him. Someone shifted in their bed and the familiar sound of the springs grounded him for a moment. He had just been dispatched to Concord with a few others for a ‘just in case' situation. The orders didn’t give a specific reason, but it was good enough for his Commander, and therefore, good enough for him. Concord was a quiet little town with just enough to do, so everyone else was treating this as a mini vacation. Danse, however, had been finding it hard to relax for some reason. Of course, he'd been teased that he was always uptight, but this had felt different. And then he had the weird dream. 

That's what it was. A dream. He gritted his teeth for a moment before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to move on. Exhaustion did weird things to the brain and he was just finding out how far that weirdness went. Maybe food would help bring him back to reality.  Danse stood abruptly and made his way out of the quarters. 

 Late in the evening, a few others had insisted he get out to see Concord more and "take a break for once." Danse had agreed, though extremely reluctantly, and allowed them to drag him to a nearby movie theater. Something had stopped him from going inside and he waved them off when they called him a buzzkill, moving to sit outside on a bench and take in the surrounding area. Maybe thirty minutes later, someone sat down next to him, and when he turned to look at them, he inhaled sharply.

Sole was sitting next to him, a bright smile on their face, warmer and more vibrant than ever. The recognition sent a shock through and he resisted the urge to wrap them up in a hug. “Hey there, soldier.” The greeting was so familiar he had to look away in a panic. “Friends leave you behind?” They asked, their tone light.

“Uh, no. Wasn’t really interested in the movies.” Danse cringed internally at how stiff his tone sounded.

Sole didn’t seem to mind and instead laughed. “You too? I just gave my friends the slip. They wanted to see a cheesy horror movie and I’d rather enjoy the weather right now.”

Danse nodded in response, trying to seem casual. He must’ve seen their face before; he knew people in dreams were just faces someone had seen before and subconsciously remembered. They must’ve passed by him before and he’d simply had a realistic dream due to the long hours he’d been working.

“Do you wanna go walk around the park, soldier? It’s just down the street and something tells me there’s more to you than your lack of conversation lets on.” Their tone was teasing.

“I,  uh- why not. Let’s go.”

Deacon:

It was late in the evening and Deacon had been trying to shake the dream he’d had off all day. When his company offered to take the employees working overtime to the bar, he’d accepted readily, more than ready to get his mind off of things. Better yet on the company’s time. Deacon swung back a shot of Jack Daniel’s, kindly gifted to him by his boss, before working his way through the crowd to sit in the back of the bar.

It was loud, something he didn’t usually enjoy, but it was entertaining to observe everyone filter through the room. Internally, he made up backstories for everyone. The bartender simply wanted to get home to his new dog. The couple arguing in the opposite corner were debating whether or not National Pancake Day should be made an official holiday and include paid time off (the brunette man was winning, the blond man simply couldn’t keep up with his boyfriend’s logic). 

Eventually, Deacon grew bored and reclined in his chair, swirling his whiskey in the glass. A moment later, someone tapping his shoulder got his attention. Deacon’s gaze snapped up as he instinctively shifted away, though he froze as soon as he met Sole’s eyes. “Um, normally I’m not so bold, but would you like to dance?” It was a little hard to hear them over the music, but their voice was so familiar he could pick up on it.

“I’m sorry to say I’m not the dancing type.” He replied, leaning towards them so they could hear him. He watched their face drop a little as they mulled over what he said. “I’m willing to give it a shot, though.” 

The way their face lit up was so distinctive he wondered if dreams were supposed to be detailed enough that he could remember such a thing. Internally, he found he couldn’t logic his way out of this one. It made no sense that moving around them was muscle memory to him, and yet he’d never met them before in his life. He knew for certain that meeting them was about to make his life a lot more interesting, though, and took the hand they offered him, allowing them to lead him onto the dance floor.

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The Vamp & Wolf - Chapter 6

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A couple of days had passed and Hayden had been showing great recovering process, granted his back still stung. The Mistress had noticed that after Daniela fully healed, she would check up on him and stay there until the maidens walk in to clean his wounds.

She didn’t show it nor admitted it, but Daniela was worried about him.

Mother Miranda has been made aware of the huts and sent out others to destroy them, Alcina doesn’t does whether that was a good idea, but it had already been done. Other things Mother Miranda has done is suggest that Hayden has gotten weaker in Alcina’s care, the Mistress knows what she’s hinting at and refuses to comply to such ridiculous suggestions.

Just as recently Hayden opened his eyes, the first words to come out of his mouth was demand of food, Alcina hopes he never changes.

___

The Mistress sat across from Hayden who sat on his bed, eagerly eating a plate of sliced pork. There were bandages still around his torso but he showed signs of being fully recovered, that was a great sign.

“Is Daniela alright?” The young man said while shoving meat in his mouth, doing his best to now waste a single bit.

A chuckle came from his mother. “I’ve already told you, she’s doing great now. No thanks to your quick thinking.” She rested her elbows on her thighs and laid her head on her palms. “She’s even been visiting you while you were unconscious.” Licking the plate clean, Hayden eyed Alcina with a bit of confusion. “Really?” He lowered the plate and examined his body. “And she didn’t do anything to me?”

“I know.” Alcina threw her hand up. “It’s out of character for her, but I guess she’s finally grown fond of you. Enjoy it while you can.” The both of them laughed, the laugh being cut short upon there being a knock at the door.

The Maiden Claire walked in with a tray of food, the sight making Hayden’s eyes light up. “Here’s the second batch of lunch, Mister Hayden.” She said as she placed the tray of food in front of him and giving the Mistress a bow. “Just as the Mistress ordered.”

Just as Claire went to walk off, Alcina grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on her lap, the action causing the maiden to become flustered. “Oh no, you’re staying.” The Countess said while caressing her shoulder. “You’ve done such a wonderful job taking care of my son while he was injured, you deserve a thank you gift.”

“A simple demand of a dinner date would be fine, Mistress.” The brunette spoke up with a smirk before adding. “You know by now I don’t like it when people just try throwing themselves at me.” She got her wrist back from Alcina’s grip and slid off her lap. “I know my worth.” She said before walking out of the room and closing the door.

“…” Alcina sat there in silence while Hayden looked at her with squinted eyes, she had just been rejected again and this time it was right in front of her competition. His fork having a piece of meat dangling from it near his open mouth, he was clearly judging her.

Slowly inserting the meat in his mouth and chew it, he spoke. “My god, you just got rejected by your own servant.” He swallowed his food and gave her a smug look, which was reacted by the cocking of a brow from his mother. “Does this mean I’m winning?”

Alcina crossed her legs and straightened her back. “Oh hell no, you do not!” She pointed her thumb to herself. “I still have time to take her to dinner, you still need to recover in bed.” She smiled smugly at him. “Don’t even think that you have a chance of winning against me.” Rolling his eyes and continuing to eat his food, Hayden chuckled. “We’ll have to wait and see, Mother dearest.” The game now got serious.

“We shall, my dearest son.” Alcina added before standing up and walking out.

___

Later the next few days, everything seemed to go back to normal. The girls acted like their usual selves and Hayden happily walking around after laying in bed for quite sometime. It was nice.

As for Claire, it appears that she’s been playfully avoiding her and Hayden. Alcina would ask her about a dinner date but would always be rejected with a “Maybe another time.” It was agonizing to the Countess, but she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Even Hayden struggled with her, offering her roses and dinner but always gets rejected with kindness.

The two were losing and were too prideful to admit it.

Cassandra, Bela and Daniela knew what the two were up to and laughed every time they had failed to seduce the maiden. The three didn’t even offer to help them, the buggy bastards.

It was clear that Claire wanted more than just a dinner, they just didn’t know what. It was frustrating but they gotta respect the hustle.

___

Prepping up the finished pile of work and putting them away to their designated spot, the Mistress locked up her office and went to her nice lovely bed, alone.

At least she would be alone if it weren’t for a certain fuzzy creature laying on her bed, sleeping soundly and covering the sheets in his fur.

Too exhausted to give a care in the world, Alcina laid down and used Hayden’s fluffy body as a pillow. Well she wouldn’t care if it weren’t for a rather horrid smell entering her nostrils, ruining the cozy mood.

Shooting up and glaring at her sleeping child, she uttered a single sentence that would shake many furry creatures.

“You need a bath.”

At first it was easy carrying him out of bed, but as soon as he woke to see the bath, his paws shot wide open and gripped the door-frame. That’s when the quiet war began.

Alcina pushed and pushed him as he screamed out in what would only be pained dog yelps mixed with human like pleas of forgiveness. But the cries had no affect on the woman’s heart, she knew they were nothing but pretend.

With one swift kick to the animals behind, he was in the room and so was she. Slamming the door shut and grabbing the poor stinky pup with one hand, she used the other to turn the bathtub water on. The sound of the running water causing the lycan to holler out louder enough to overpower crying infants.

She went to toss him in to make things easier, but he had a strong grip on her and caused her to fall in with him. They both were now wet and Alcina was pissed, her anger overshadowed by the yelps of Hayden as his fluffy fur was now a soggy wet mess.

“Now”

Suppressing her slowly fading rage, Alcina began washing the mutt, ignoring his whimpers and trembles. She knew they were only for show, her daughters acted the same way whenever they needed a bath.

Grabbing her bottle of shampoo and cursing to herself about using it on someone other than herself, she pour some on Hayden’s fur and scrubbed it in. Watching the creamy white foam turn grey to brown, it did make the Countess wonder if Lycans needed to wash separate from their human form.

Turning him around to get a good look at his face, she meet face to face with what could only be a lycans version of a grumpy face, a look she grew familiar with her daughters.

“Oh don’t give me that, you’re perfectly fine bathing when you’re in your human form.” She said as she rubbed his ears. “And it’s important to be clean.” “Rahrah rup!” Was all the pathetic boy could say in whatever language he was trying to speak, sounded more like a husky. Do lycans have different breeds? Worth a look into.

After all was done and she managed to get him to clean himself, which took sometime, like hell she was washing his balls.

Alcina got out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel, cringing upon noticing a good portion of lycan fur covering her torso. At least she was done, now it was time for bed. With or without a lycan pillow.

___

Alcina’s receiver rang early in the morning, she picked it up and answered. Mother Miranda had called in for a meeting and expected her to be there in an hour, that was all she said before hanging up. The Mistress thought it was strange at first, but than thought that it might’ve been about those Umbrella people.

Getting up off her chair and prepping herself, she made her way out of her room and downstairs. Notifying her daughters that she’ll be out for a bit, while being told that Hayden was out for a stroll. She took note of that before putting her coat on and walking out of her castle.

Whilst making her way out of her home entrance, she saw from the distance Hayden in his lycan form. He was playing in the snow and trying to catch birds. She smiled and made her way to him.

She got his attention upon her calling his name and ran to her. “Enjoying your freedom?” She asked and immediately got a happy nod from him. “Good. I’ll be going over to Mother Miranda’s for a meeting, don’t get hurt while I’m gone.”

She walked passed him but was quickly lifted up from below and held like a child, she looked to see what had grabbed her and saw Hayden’s fuzzy muzzle. He had picked her up in his arms and looking at her with a goofy smile.

Blinking for a second before smiling, Alcina rolled her eyes. “Fine, you can carry me there. But warn me next time before suddenly grabbing me.” She relaxed in his grip. “Now lets get going, I’ll lead the way.”

Giving a satisfied huff, Hayden bolted to where Alcina pointed to and continued doing with each direction she pointed to until they finally arrived at the church. Alcina has got to admit, that kind of travel was fun.

Gently putting her down with a huff, Hayden followed her inside the slightly dismantled building.

In the building were the three leaders. Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg and Salvatore Moreau. Behind the three was Mother Miranda in her usual outfit. The group said their greetings before getting ready for the meeting, Donna’s doll Angie and Salvatore being curious about Alcina’s furry companion.

As they took their places, Mother Miranda started speaking. It was mostly about the Umbrella Corp and their doings around the area. During the meeting, Angie was petting Hayden who was staring at her with slight fear and curiosity. Salvatore did his best to pay attention to Mother Miranda, but couldn’t help but be curious about Hayden as well.

Alcina felt good seeing her boy getting attention from the other leaders, she could even tell Donna was interested.

After the meeting was done, Hayden stood up and looked up at the other lycans who stared at him in great caution. Alcina could tell that he didn’t feel welcomed and decided to be vocal about it.

Placing a hand on Hayden’s shoulders, she spoke up. “If you feel uncomfortable with my son being here, you’re going to feel disappointed to hear that he’s staying here with me.”

“The boys just don’t like foul blood.” Karl said while leaning back in his seat, the lycans growling in agreement. Alcina’s teeth gritting at this.

Angie tugged on Hayden’s tail. “But he’s a cute puppy!” She let go upon Donna calling over to her and ran over.

“I agree with them, that boy don’t give off any good vibes.” The bearded man grabbed his hammer. “And isn’t it strange that as soon as he came into the picture, this umbrella folk started coming in.” The Mistress stood up from her chair in a fury and glared at her brother. “How DARE you!”

“Enough!” Mother Miranda demanded loudly, the two stopping and looking at her. “Non of this nonsense, the meeting is done. Not another word of venom.” She said before vanishing.

Karl sighed and walked off along with his pack and Salvatore, leaving Alcina with Hayden and Donna with Angie alone.

Getting close to her son and rubbing his back, Alcina reassured him. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just mad that you’re more adorable.” Hayden smiled softly at her but he still felt uneasy.

“Doggy!” Shouted the doll as she got out of Donna’s grasp and ran to Hayden, cackling loudly. This caused his fur to fluff up in fright and run away from the doll, but no matter how fast he went she was still close behind.

Donna walked up to Alcina and signed an apology to the tall Countess about Angie. Alcina smiled and told her not to worry about it, it was good to see that Angie loved him, even if it scared Hayden.

Hayden ran and hid behind Donna who was startled by the sudden hold he had on her shoulders, people barely touch her and Alcina made it clear to Hayden that he shouldn’t suddenly grab at the woman.

He looked at his mother in distress before slowly letting go. Jumping back a bit as Angie hopped into Donna’s arms. Hayden slowly walking behind Alcina, peeking at Donna who held the doll like a baby.

“Hayden.” Alcina spoke up. “This is Donna Beneviento and Angie, treat them with respect and don’t bother her too much.”

Hesitantly Hayden scooted closer to Donna and sniffed her, Donna allowed it and gave him a gently face rub. His tail wagged happily upon her touch and he rested his head on her palms, looking at her lovingly.

Annnd that is how Hayden won Donna’s heart, another victim taken by Hayden’s looks. Alcina was content with this.

After they had a small chat, the four left and went back home.

Hayden carrying her home to her slight joy, it felt lovely resting up against his fluffy fur.

___

After sometime had passed and Mistress Dimitrescu convincing Miss Claire for a dinner date, she had finally managed to get a date with her. But only if it’s not in the castle and that she preps it with no help, which seems easy enough.

It was not.

She, the Mistress of the Dimitrescu family, was struggling to set up a date by herself. She never felt such shame before in her life, and it didn’t help that Claire knew she was struggling.

But she will not falter! She will make the dinner date the best!

The Countess finally chose the location and picked out the needed decorations, all she needed to do was make the food. She’s cooked before, many many years ago, surely making a nice pot of pasta won’t be difficult.

“Mother, what’s that burning smell?!” Called out Cassandra from the next room.

Alcina stood over her burning pot of pasta, contemplating her life choices and skills.

“I need to do some reading…” The poor tall woman said as she threw the soggy burnt food away and walking out of the kitchen, ignoring the stares from the maids.

She made her way to the library and began looking for books on cooking, she really needed it. It was her one light of hope for this situation, even if it was something so simple.

So she read and read until she got a good grasp on the skills of cooking, she hoped so.

___

Tonight was the night, everything was prepped and Alcina was dressed. She had notified Miss Claire of the date location and set off to way for her.

The area she had set up was a small hill near the far end of the castle location, it had a couple of trees on top of it and with spring peeking its head, the leaves were starting to grow again and the grass was visible. Perfect for a picnic date.

As the Mistress arrived at the spot and prepared everything before sitting down, she waited. She placed her hat down next to her and straightened her red dress, also making sure her make up and hair was perfect. Though the more she waited, the more anxious she became.

The wave of anxiety washing away as the maiden walked up the hill, her flowing creamy coloured dress waving in the wind. The Mistress couldn’t help but blush, watching as the woman sat down in front of the Countess and smiled warmly at her, the motion causing Alcina’s heart to flutter.

The silence was broken by Claire who complimenting her outfit, that was enough to snap the pale woman back to reality and speak up.

“Why thank you.” She smirked and crossed her legs while grabbing two glasses. “I should say the same to you, you’re quite.” She poured Claire a glass of red wine and gave it to her. “Exquisite, my dear.”

Now it was Miss Velvetine’s turn to be flustered, but her smile still remained as she took a sip of her drink. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Please.” The Mistress added. “Call me Alcina.” She said as she poured herself a glass and took a long sip, her date nodding to her.

“So. I see you made the dinner like I requested, the others told me of the troubles you had.” Claire said before chuckling at Alcina’s embarrassed expression. “Shall we eat?”

Alcina begrudgingly nodded before opening the basket and getting a small pot of badly made spaghetti out, it looked sloppy to be quite honest and Claire did her best not to show she was afraid of it. Grabbing to plates and giving them a plate each, Alcina took a bite of her creation.

She should’ve gone for just simple eggs and toast.

While chewing on her food, Claire spoke up. “It’s... good.” She lied and Alcina knew it was a lie, but the Mistress appreciated her trying to be nice. “You really outdid yourself.” Oh now she was just trying to bandage up the wound of.

After toughening it out and clenching her fist, Alcina swallowed her food and weakly smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” She quickly grabbed her wine and took a sip to wash the taste down, never again.

To break the awkward tension and to hopefully avoid eating, the two began talking about each others interest.

Alcina felt relaxed when hearing her date’s stories, even laughed at a few funny ones. Even Miss Velvetine shared laughs with her, her heart fluttering everytime the maiden spoke.

The duo continued chatting and even flirting with each other until the sun lowered, the wine bottle long emptied and the pot of spaghetti untouched. Good riddance.

As night came to darken the sky and the temperature became cooler, the Mistress and Miss Velvetine made their way back to the castle, granted slightly drunk.

___

Upon reaching the front door of the building and watching Alcina open the door, Claire spoke up.

“Thank you, Alcina. I enjoyed the dinner, even if we barely touched it.” She chuckled a bit while the tall woman smiled in response. “The kids are lucky to have you as a mother.”

She stopped as she was about to walk into her home, looking down at the brunette with a slightly surprised expression, but let her continue.

“I know they’re not your biological children, but yet you still treat them as your own. I was even told by the other workers about how you got Hayden.” Claire followed Alcina inside the building. “I know that most would’ve given up on him, but you somehow managed to get through with him. You must have some powerful tough love.”

Alcina stood behind the woman, a warm smile on her face. “Thank you.” She uttered out as she led the young woman to her bedchambers, they were both too drunk and tired to have any fun.

The two women stood at the chamber entrance, Claire being stopped by Alcina and being face to face with her. Their lips only inches away from each other.

“I’m glad you enjoy the dinner date, I enjoyed your company.” She cupped the woman’s chin and smirked as Claire blushed slightly “And I would like to show you how glad I was to have you.”

The Countess closed her eyes and got closer to kiss the maiden.

“Whatcha doing?” Hayden asked smugly as he stood next to the two, loudly eating beef jerky.

Now the moment was ruined.

Letting out an annoyed groan and standing up straight, the tall woman responded. “It was going to a wonderful moment, Hayden.”

Claire giggled at Alcina’s dismay before wishing the two a goodnight and walking into her bedchambers, leaving the two alone.

Alcina glared and crossed her arms at her child, while he still had the same smug look on his face. “Well at least I got somewhere, unlike you.”

The young man held up the packet of jerky, “And I salute you, Mother.” He lowered the snack. “But did you bed with her?” Her brow twitched in small anger at that response and she furrowed her brows. “No! I won’t pressure her like that, I have standards.”

Nodding as he finished his snack, Hayden spoke. “Good, still means I got a chance.” He chuckled as his mother slapped his head. “I’m joking! I’m joking!”

She pointed a finger at him and letting out a huff. “Don’t even think about doing anything she doesn’t like.”

After putting the packet away in his pockets, he smiled. “Of course I won’t, I have standards, Mother.” He said before walking off out of the chambers. “Also Daniela broke a vase while you were gone!”

As he left, Mistress Dimitrescu let out a long sigh. While her little moment was ruined, she still felt satisfied for the day and felt good knowing her date didn’t run off.

She chuckled before leaving the area, she could really use a nap after today.

[crownquill]

I tried writing a song fic

lyrics are in [these]

[Come on] 

   Tetro tentitavely packed his bag. To be honest, he wasn’t too happy about being adopted. Usually, kids with purple hair were considered dirty, inhuman almost. So he should be happy about some Good Samaritan deciding to raise him right? But there was something holding him back, tying him to this place.

   It was his roommate, Curiosos.

[I'm not washed up]

   Curi also felt bittersweet about the boy leaving. Tetro was the only one who really stuck by him and cared about him. And somehow being friends with him had single handedly lifted his will to keep going. There were so many things the curly haired boy had left to say to Tetro.

[And you're not back luck For anyone]

   The purplenette picked up a hairclip from under his pillow. The clip was a light yellow with paint chipping off from old age and it wasn’t much to look at, but it made him smile. His best friend had given it to him after all. Tetro tucked the clip in the front of his backpack.

[Come on]

  Curiosos broke the wistful silence finally, his voice cracking. “Do you, uh, need any help?”

  “Yeah. I do, actually, thanks.” 

   The taller boy made his way across the room to help with the packing for Tetro’s journey to a new home. He tried to soak in as many details as he could. How Tetro’s eyebrows knitted when he was in deep thought. How his favorite hoodie smelled slightly like dirt from all the times they laid in the grass together. It felt like Curi was already mourning-

   The room was quiet again, save for the quiet whirring of the air conditioner.

[Things got dark But now our story's just begun]

   “Hey, hurry it up in there.” called Ms. Richmond. “Your foster parent is waiting.” Tetro tried to glance up at Curiosos, but his face was hidden by his long brown hair. A brown and a purple even being friends, no less in a relationship? Most people would scoff at the idea.

  “It would’ve never worked anyway. He probably doesn’t even feel the same” the recently adopted teen tried to convince himself.

[If I was all that I could be]

   “Sorry.”

   Finally Curiosos looked up. At first he was going to say there was nothing to apologize for. But he realized, Tetro wasn’t saying sorry for himself, he was saying sorry for all the words left unsaid and the future that was snatched away from them. He was saying sorry for fate. Sorry it couldn’t have gone better. Curi only nodded in response, it felt as if the orphan’s vocal cords had been tied in a knot.

[Would you then love me]

   Tetro promptly stuffed his last object, a pen, into his bag. Brushing hands with his roommate in the process.

“Goodbye, Curiosos.” he whispered.

   The brunette didn’t respond. They locked eyes one last time before Tetro walked out the door, stuffed backpack in hand. And he was gone. Curiosos finally allowed himself to mutter what had been on his chest for so long, as a few tears rolled down his face.

“I love you.”

song: Goodbye Song by Abandoned Pools

the characters are OCs