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Blame Me - Chapter 5

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Specified gender: Female

Word Count: 12K

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader,

TW: Canon typical violence, canon divergence, gore, murder, mention of past child death, mention of major character death (OC), Daryl and Aaron bonding time, Daryl and y/n bonding time, major character death

Genre: Horror ig?

Series: Blame Me

Requests: CLOSED

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A/N: Okay, this is probably my least favourite chapter, but I can’t wait to write the next chapters. Chapter 6 and 7 are gonna be painful y’all so good luck. Enjoy!

Daryl was quiet, Beth noticed. He was always quiet, but not like this. He hadn't been like this since after he'd lost his girl. Not that anyone knew that except for his asshole older brother. Beth was worried, about everyone, but right now, she was worried for Daryl most of all. Any time he did open his mouth, something sarcastic, cold or cynical came out. It wasn't like him. Maybe in the early days, but definitely not now. He couldn't stop thinking about everyone they'd lost. Not just at the prison, everyone they'd lost along the way. Even who he'd lost before. He didn't have much to lose before, but the people he had, were everything. She was everything. But she was gone. Probably dead. He was just holding out hope on another pipe dream. But even despite that, he couldn't bring himself to remove his ring. The cool metal almost burnt his skin whenever he thought about her, or anyone else he'd lost. Like a reminder of his failure. Since the prison had fallen, every day with Beth felt like a blur.

He shouldn't dwell on it, he knew that, but he couldn't help but wonder how many people died. How many people got out. If anyone other than him and Beth did. Part of him thought that it didn't matter. Hershel was dead because he didn't kill the Governor when he had the chance. He owed it to the vet to protect his daughter. And somehow, that had ended up with them in some old shed, something similar to what he and Merle would have lived in once upon a time, in the middle of the woods. Somehow, he'd ended up playing a dumb game, like some damn teenagers. At least Beth wasn't too far off. He took a sip of the moonshine as she started explaining, clearly slightly tipsy from her first-ever drink.

"So first, I say something I've never done and if you have done it, you drink, and if you haven't, I drink. Then we switch. You really don't know this game?" Beth raised her eyebrows in surprise, not deterred by his so-called "intimidating" stare. Daryl moved the hand that was in front of his face, shifting his position slightly.

"I never needed a game to get lit before."

"Wait, are we startin'?" She asked, and while her face stayed the same, Daryl picked up on the teasing lilt in her voice, eyes shining slightly.

"How do you know this game?" He questioned, using his pinky to point at her

"My friends played. I watched," She shifted slightly before lightly shaking her head "Okay, I'll start. I've never shot a crossbow. So now you drink."

Daryl reached forward to the glass of water and lifted it to his mouth, looking just as unamused as before "Ain't much of a game."

"That was a warm-up. Now you go," Beth insisted but Daryl just stared back at her for a second, shrugging.

"I don't know."

"Just say the first thing that pops into your head," She shot back with a small smile. Plenty of things popped into his head, but they were too personal to share with Beth. Too much about his girl. He didn't know if he was ready to tell her yet. Daryl knew Beth wouldn't care, not really, but just thinking about her made his brain and chest hurt. An aching he couldn't get rid of.

"I've never been out of Georgia," Was the answer he settled on. He was gonna leave Georgia, right after his hunting trip. Leave early, fly to South Carolina and surprise (Y/N) and her ma. But it never happened. Dead made sure of that. Beth's eyebrows rose slightly. He was an outdoorsy guy, a hunter. She thought he'd have been all over.

"Really? Okay, good one. I've never... been drunk and did somethin' I regretted," She stated after taking a sip of her drink. Beth knew she was starting to push the line slightly. Knew his fuse was slightly shorter after the prison. But he didn't bat an eye, just reached forward and had a drink.

"I've done a lot of things," He replied, keeping his gaze on the table. Yeah, like leave his girl behind. Didn't even go looking. What kind of husband didn't even try to find his wife when the world ended? "I never been on vacation."

"What about campin'?" Beth questioned but Daryl shook his head immediately.

"No, that was just something I had to learn to hunt," Because, his family were shitty people, and didn't even think to go looking when he went missing as a kid. Not that he added that.

"Your dad teach you?" She asked, and she knew that the line was getting toed here. She'd never asked about his dad, but from interactions she'd overheard with Daryl and Rick, sometimes Carol or even Carl, their relationship hadn't been pretty. Daryl released a hum of agreement.

"Alright... never have I ever been in love," Beth said, and she saw Daryl's eyes flicker down to the ring she still wore from when she was still with Jimmy. She didn't really expect much, but it was the only thing that came to mind. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, bristling at the implication behind her words, and he found himself spinning his own ring with his thumb, absentmindedly.

"The hell ya implyin'" He snapped, eyes narrowing slightly, and Beth looked slightly alarmed by how defensive he got and how quickly. She'd seen his explosive temper before but she'd never been at the brunt of it. But Daryl didn't back down, even as she showed him her scared eyes. The damn girl had no right prying. He'd played her stupid ass game, given her some stupid ass answers. But then, he swore he saw (Y/N) in the corner, giving him that disapproving look that made him swallow any anger he'd had right up, and he looked to the floor, taking a second to breathe.

"Ya ain't ever been in love?" It was clear Daryl was asking about Jimmy and Zach. His brain wandered to Zach, asking him every day without fail about what he did before the apocalypse; getting bitten on the way out of that store; getting crushed by the helicopter. Having to deliver the news to beth, who didn't even react.

"I loved Jimmy sure, but I wasn't in love with him. Zach neither. Meant a lot to me, both of 'em but, never loved 'em like that. I only married Jimmy because I thought we were the last ones left," Beth explained, and to anyone else, it would have sounded cold. But Daryl understood. This world did weird shit to your brain, and it didn't surprise him that she'd latched to Zach and Jimmy. While he was thinking, Beth watched his expression. She noticed the look of despair that crossed his face quickly, and how it hardened a second after. And finally, after over a year of them being in the group together, she saw his ring, as he brought his arm to rest on his knee so his other hand could twirl it. He hadn't even noticed he'd done it. He bit his lip, deep in thought, before he looked up and saw Beth's expectant eyes.

"Did you have to kill her?" If that didn't get under his skin he didn't know what would. No disapproving look from his not-there wife could stop the rage bubbling in his chest. It boiled up his neck, to his face and he just knew he'd gone slightly red. Almost immediately, he saw regret on Beth's as he stood up.

"I'm going to take a piss," Daryl snarled, picking up one of the empty jars on the table and smashing it as he made his way over to the corner of the room. He heard Beth's breath hitch in a suppressed gasp of surprise.

"You have to be quiet!" Beth hissed, and that only pissed him off more. He knew there were walkers outside, knew he was being stupid, but she'd started prying. Drunk or not, she'd gone too far and he'd had enough.

"Can't hear ya! 'M taking a piss!" He yelled back, to which Beth shot back some response about being quiet, as he unzipped and started doing his business "What, are ya ma chaperone now?"

Daryl zipped himself back up but didn't bother to do his belt up, and it clanked against his button. He knew this would be a good place to drop it since she had gone silent, but she'd taken a dig at him. One way too personal. One that involved his family. One she had no business in. So he whirled around, voice much louder than it should have been.

"Oh, wait. It's my turn, right? I've never-never eaten frozen yoghurt. Never had a pet pony. Never got nothin' from Santa Claus," He slammed his hand against the cluttered table he stood next to, as the emotions that had built up over the past few days finally poured out. Beth looked scared, but there was anger dwelling behind her eyes too "Never relied on anyone for protection before. Hell, I don't think I've ever relied on anyone for anything."

Daryl had started pacing, and he narrowed in on the blonde, tone sharp and cold. He knew he was lying at that point. True, he'd never relied on anyone for protection. But he'd relied on his girl for so much that he didn't even know where that list started or ended. She just swam in his head, and she could see those disapproving eyes again. Normally they were directed at Merle, but now they were directed to him, real or not, it stung being at the end of her contempt. And that only pushed him over the edge. Beth tried to stop him with a call of his name, but now he'd begun there was little that would stop him.

"Never sung out in front of a big group out in public like everythin' was fun. Like everything was a big game. Never got to say goodbye to ma wife. Never got to know if she was alive, dead, turned, murdered. I sure as hell never cut my wrists looking for attention," Beth didn't flinch when he brought up her failed suicide attempt. But when he mentioned (Y/N), that sad look was there again, and the anger in her eyes faded.

Daryl hadn't meant to say it, but he was so furious, so sad, so frustrated, so mad at the world, that it had slipped out, in a rare moment of vulnerability. He sprung the walls back up as soon as he'd let them down.

A crashing at the door and the growling of walkers made his head snap to the door, so fast he swore it should have snapped. And he couldn't stop. The seething, burning feeling was eating him up.

"Oh, sounds like our friend out there is trying to call his buddies," He tripped over the pans and pots and various other shit on the floor, making way too much noise. If he wasn't so angry, he would be cursing himself out now. He was sure he'd do that later.

"Daryl, just shut up," Beth begged through gritted teeth, but Daryl just turned around and pointing, a sharp smile playing on his lips. If Merle were here, he'd tell him he looked just like their Daddy. And he did, as much as he hated it. If his girl were here, she would be screaming at him. by now. She would have stopped him by now. But they were both gone. Just like everyone else.

"Hey, you never shot a crossbow before? I'm gonna teach you right now. Come on," Before he'd fully processed what he was doing, Daryl had grabbed Beth's arm, dragging her to the door and kicking it open. "It's gonna be fun."

"We should stay inside! Daryl, cut it out! Daryl!" She protested, screaming out as she tried to fight out of her grip but he wouldn't let her go.

"Dumbass. Come here, dumbass," Daryl whistled and the walker stumbled over, before he put a bolt in its shoulder, pinning it to the tree behind it. "You wanna shoot?"

"Daryl, I don't know how!" She exclaimed, fighting as Daryl pulled her in front of him, holding her in place with one hand as he got ready to shoot with the other.

"Oh, it's easier. Right corner," A bolt landed in the walker's leg and Beth finally broke free, turning around to face the redneck as he stepped away slightly, so he could pull the string back into place.

"C'mon it's fun," He was being fueled by unbridled rage and adrenaline now. A tiny voice in the back of his mind, that sounded suspiciously like Rick told him he'd regret this later but he pushed it away. Instead, he pulled Beth back into the previous position and shot the walker right where it's dead, rotting heart was.

"Kill it!" Daryl let go again as he stormed ahead to the walker.

"Come here, Greene. Let's pull these out. Get a little more target practice," Beth had decided that was enough, and with an annoyed huff, she sped ahead of Daryl to plant her knife into the walker's forehead "What the hell you do that for? We was having fun."

"No! You were being a jackass! If someone found your wife-" She growled back, and Daryl's glare burned into her but it didn't deter her, even as he got right into her face.

"Don't. That ain't remotely the same," Daryl shot back, rage burning through every vein, every organ, every muscle. But Beth knew she'd gotten to him, even if it was just a little bit.

"Killin' them ain't supposed to be fun!" She said, her own eyebrows coming into a glare and Daryl stepped even closer.

"What do ya want from me, girl?"

"I want you to stop acting like you don't give a crap about anythin'! Like nothin', we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anythin' to you. It's bullshit!" Beth finally yelled back, frustration making tears build behind her eyes but that only seemed to rile Daryl up more, even if it had been toned down. Didn't give a shit? She really thought he didn't care? He'd damn near died for his people. He'd killed for his people and she thought he didn't give a shit?

"Is that what you think? Huh?" The only thing he could think as he heard himself were the words he'd said to his brother years ago, that was coming back to bite him in the ass. You really are our Daddy's son.

"That's what I know," Her words were instant, and Daryl could tell from her tone that they'd been building up for a while. But his mouth moved before his brain could fully process the thought.

"You don't know nothin'," He hissed, looking away for a second, as his voice wavered slightly.

"I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl. I'm not Michonne. I'm not Carol. I'm not Maggie. I've survived and you don't get it 'cause I'm not like you or them. But I made it and you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid," Hell, if that didn't make him stop. His chest heaved as she spoke, his body taking a moment to recover from the anger that had made him shake. Been a while since he'd been that pissed off. But those final words, made his eyes narrow again, just as they'd softened.

"I ain't afraid of nothin'," Daryl stated, leaning in again. Beth had a look in her eye, telling him she didn't believe him. And she was right. He was scared every damn day. Every single damn time he thinks he's the most scared he'll ever be, some new herd, some new asshole, some new loss takes its place.

"I remember. When that little girl came out of the barn after my mom. You were like me," Daryl couldn't meet her eyes. He had been like her once. When he left for a hunting trip he never came back from. Then, he got stuck with his piece of shit older brother and became that asshole again. Then his brother was gone, and he had a new family. He wasn't who he had been with (Y/N), didn't know if he ever would be like that again, but it had been a start. Until the governor took that from him too "And now God forbid you ever let anybody get too close."

Every time someone got close, they died. Or put at great risk, or went missing, or got bit.

"Too close, huh? Ya know all about that. Ya lost two boyfriends, ya can't even shed a tear. Yer whole family's gone, all ya can do is just go out lookin' for hooch like some dumb college bitch," It was a low blow, but he was so drunk, so angry, he was struggling to get his words out like they were getting stuck in his throat.

"And your wife is gone and you don't say shit! Your brother died and you closed off! At least I talk about the ones I've lost instead of pretendin' like nothin' happened or like they didn't exist!" She snapped back, and the second the words left her mouth, she looked like she wanted to take them right back. Daryl stopped right there, frozen like a deer in headlights before turning around. Beth tried to reach for him but he shrugged out of her touch.

"Y'ain't got the right," He huffed out, the last of his anger dissipating, and he felt that void opening up again. The one that haunted him anytime he thought about his wife for too long. His shoulders deflated, and his gaze fixed on the back of the shed they'd found. Beth was hovering behind him, he could feel it. "The Governor rolled right up to our gates. Maybe if I wouldn't have stopped looking. Maybe 'cause I gave up. That's on me."

"Daryl-" Beth tried again, sympathy lacing her voice but he just shook her off once more. She watched as his shoulders tensed, and she prepared for him to rip into her again but instead, they started shaking lightly. Everything was crashing down on him all at once and he couldn't shake the thought of his girl alone, trying to survive on her own. Or his girl, eyes milky white and lifeless, feet dragging and body acting like dead weight as her pale, rotting skin peeled off.

"And ma girl? Maybe I could've done somethin'. Maybe I could've helped her," His voice cracked, the emotions finally crashing over him in a wave, and this time he didn't stop Beth as she wrapped her arms around his middle, head pressed against his back. He didn't stop the tears or the sobs that escaped him.

"I get why my dad stopped drinking," Beth's voice broke the peaceful silence that had fallen between them. Crickets and the wind brustling the trees were the only sounds as Daryl looked over to her, sat on the porch in the pale moonlight.

"Ya feel sick?" He asked, twirling his knife on the wooden panels beside him, glancing over dark eyelashes.

"Nope. I wish I could feel like this all the time. That's bad," She responded. Her hands were playing with the loose threads on her jeans, and she had this happy look in her eye. Too happy, but he didn't say anything. Not this time.

"Yer lucky yer a happy drunk," Daryl felt that stab of guilt again, as he thought back to the argument earlier. The one he could've dropped, but instead he blew it out of proportion and turned into Merle. Into his daddy.

"Yeah, I'm lucky. Some people can be real jerks when they drink," Beth gave him a pointed look, eyebrows raised slightly, but there was a small smile on her face.

"Yeah, 'm a dick when 'm drunk," He stabbed his knife into the wood and he let out a small huff before reluctantly opening his mouth again "Merle had these biker friends. Real buff, stern assholes. Didn't give a shit 'bout nobody but themselves. One day, he dragged me along with 'em to this back alley bar. Real dodgy place. Was barely 10 and we were all wasted. Merle was high. There was this girl with her friend and the guys wouldn't stop runnin' their mouths. Especially Merle. Never knew when to quit. Turns out, girl had heard everythin' they'd been sayin' 'bout her and her friend. She comes stormin' over, face red, lookin' pissed as all hell and starts gettin' in this guys face. Merle decides it's a good idea to grab her ass, and she goes for him, punches him right in the eye. Gave him one hell of a shiner."

Beth let out a small giggle as she took a sip of her moonshine and Daryl's lips quirked up slightly. His fingers worked to spin his ring around again and again and she watched it with a glimmer of shock that still hadn't faded away.

"I tried gettin' between and she shoved me away. But one of Merle's buddies, he don't like that. So, he pulls out his gun and raises it over ma shoulder to her face, right here," He points to the gap between his eyebrows, watching as Beth's own eyebrows rose "And this bar goes dead silent. C'aint hear a damn thang, but she just glares back. His buddy starts threatenin' her, sayin' how he's gonna do all these things to her and she don't say anythin'. Just looks back at him. All that because she stood up for herself," Daryl couldn't help but smile at the memory, despite how much it had freaked him out at the time. Only time he didn't get pissed at someone for hitting his brother. Fool deserve it.

"How'd she get out?" Beth asked, leaning forward slightly like she was on the edge of her seat.

"Managed to get between 'em. Guy punched me in the gut. I puked. They all started laughin' and started patting her on the back. 'Balls of steel', Merle said to her. She thanked me for gettin' between them and asked how I was. Walked her and her friend back to her car. And I don't know if she was tipsy or what, but she asked ma name. Asked if we could have a new introduction 'nother day or somethin. You want to know what I was before all this? I was just drifting around with Merle... doing whatever he said we were gonna be doin' that day. I was nobody. Nothin'. Some redneck asshole and an even bigger asshole for a brother. Got better when I met her. (Y/N) made us better," Daryl's eyes flittered down to his ring this time, looking at the grime and dirt that accumulated and pulled it off to wipe it on his shirt.

"You miss him, don't you? I miss Maggie. I miss her bossing me around. I miss my big brother Shawn. He was so annoyin' and overprotective. And my dad. I thought- I hoped he'd just live the rest of his life in peace, you know? I thought Maggie and Glenn would have a baby. And he'd get to be a grandpa. And we'd have birthdays and holidays and summer picnics. And he'd get really old. And it'd happen, but it'd be quiet. It'd be okay. He'd be surrounded by people he loved. That's how unbelievably stupid I am," Tears had formed in Beth's eyes, but she laughed through them. But she couldn't shake that image of her Dad, the governor stood behind him.

"That's how it was supposed to be," He grumbled. Beth was naive, but she wasn't blind. She could tell he wasn't talking just about her dad. He was talking about the life he had with his wife, a life he could have had. The life he deserved to have. Subconsciously, she couldn't help but be slightly jealous that she never had something like that.

"I wish I could just... change," Beth responded after a pause, and Daryl's eyebrow raised, slightly confused.

"Ya did."

"Not enough. Not like you. It's like you were made for how things are now. Sounds like ya girl was too."

He didn't say anything, biting his cheek lightly as he slid his ring back on. It was his comfort, she was his comfort. Maybe she was still out there. Maybe.

Maybe she was dead in a ditch.

It still felt like a dream. He was still sure that if he gave himself a hard pinch she'd disappear right from his grasp. Everyone had dispersed thanks to Aaron and Carol's shepherding, but Daryl didn't miss the way (Y/N) watched after Carl and Judith, like she was scared something would happen. She didn't let go of him, not for another few minutes, that felt like seconds to him, and he would never complain. It didn't feel real.

There would be questions later, enough to bombard them back into hiding. He didn't care. Nothing mattered. She was here.

Eventually, Daryl managed to clear his head enough to pull her into the house his family had now evacuated out of. It felt alien, holding her again. Seeing her. Actually seeing her, not imagining her in some drunk or fear-induced frenzy. They were huddled together, in the corner Daryl had taken the night before. He couldn't let go, not now. There was something different about her. She'd changed. The apocalypse did that to you, he supposed but, this was different. There was guilt like she was hiding something from him. She'd done something, and he wanted to find out what it was.

"How the hell'd ya get here?" He asked, voice low and a grin rose on her face, which made his eyebrows furrow in confusion "What?"

"Ain't nothing. Just didn't think I'd hear your voice again," (Y/N) responded, her grin widening when he took her hand and started playing with her ring. "I was with mom when it started. Started travelling down to Georgia to find you and Merle. Met some people along the way."

She suddenly went quiet, her smile falling, and Daryl knew that look. Seen it on everyone's faces after camp; saw it on Carol, Beth, Maggie and Hershel's faces after the barn, Glenn and Maggie after the governor, Beth's after the prison; Rick, Carl and Michonne's the night with the claimers; everyone's after Terminus; Sasha and Gabriel after Bob and Tyreese. His, Maggie's and Glenn's after Beth.

"What happened?" If anyone else had walked in, they'd probably have never believed it was his voice. He didn't believe it. Merle would be giving him hell for it. Her eyes darted to his, and her grip on his hand tightened.

"There were this married couple, Andrew and Oliver, and their kid, Anna. Real sweet, curious. Never wanted to leave me and the other leader Kai alone. Some twins, Danica and Ben. Danica and Andrew were hotheads, reminded me of Merle, just less bigotted," They shared a chuckle at that. Daryl didn't need to say anything to her for her to know her brother-in-law was gone. She'd seen it on his face when she mentioned him earlier. After all this time, she could still read him like a book. "Kai was my best friend. Felt like a sibling. They were military, stopped me and mom from going into the city. We were gonna keep looking for you but Anna got sick. Really sick. For three weeks, we went out looking for medicine and she'd go through it in days."

Hell, he'd almost forgot about the disease that spread through the prison. Nearly killed Glenn. Awful as it seemed, it didn't that important anymore. Pretty much everyone that was sick died to the governor anyway. Didn't matter. Not really

"When she didn't get better, her dad's asked me to put her down. I was going to do it in the evening, in case she passed, but I decided to wait until morning. Died in her sleep. Turned quickly. We lost Andrew and Danica," Daryl squeezed her hand but she didn't respond. Her eyes were unfocused, but he saw the sadness flickering in them. The shame and guilt. That's why she was watching Carl and Judith earlier. "We were in the woods for a while. Me, mom, Andrew, Kai and Ben, lived that old Dixon lifestyle," She teased, in a poor attempt to lighten the mood. But he saw past it. She was holding something back to stop him from worrying.

"Then what?" She just shook her head, and Daryl pulled her in, tucking her head under his chin again. Not yet. He'd wait as long as she needed. They didn't need words for him to understand. (Y/N) let out a small sigh of contentment and Daryl resisted a smile. He'd lost hope in finding her. Thought he'd never get to hold her like this again. And before he knew it, he was telling her everything. But when he got to Terminus, she froze and pulled back.

"You were at Terminus?" (Y/N)'s voice was laced with concern and confusion, and it took Daryl half a second to connect the dots. His eyebrows rose into his hairline, which made (Y/N) laugh slightly."I was there for three days. Fuckers tried to kill me but I put up a fight. That freak Gareth locked me in a room so I didn't 'scare the newcomers'. An explosion and some walker's guts got me out."

"Ya gotta be shittin' me, right?" Daryl laughed, genuinely laughed, and he swore he'd never seen so much elation on his girl's face. "Carol set off that explosion, got us out."

(Y/N) leant her forehead on his shoulder, smiling at the ridiculousness of the situation. The whole time, he thought she was so far away, or that she was gone, or dead, or bitten but she was right fucking there at Terminus. If he'd paid more attention, maybe he could've found her. Fucking idiot.

"Hey, where ya goin'?" Daryl asked, catching (Y/N)'s arm as she started to climb out of the sleeping bag they'd been sharing. It'd taken a while for Daryl to convince the group to let her stay with them. They didn't trust her, and he couldn't blame them, but he wasn't going to be separated from any of his family. Neither her nor them. Eventually, Rick had nodded, despite Sasha and Abraham (mostly - Rosita and Carl hadn't exactly been happy about it either).

"Aiden and Nicholas want to take Glenn, Tara and Noah on a dry run, I gotta go with them to make sure they don't do something dumb," (Y/N) replied, pulling on her jumper but Daryl narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Careful, (L/N), that's ma family yer talkin' 'bout," He shot back, sharper than he wanted. However, she was taking a dig at his family when she barely knew shit about them. She just chuckled and rolled her eyes, coming closer to press a kiss on his forehead.

"Not your family, dummy. Nicolas and Aiden. They both hate me because I called them careless. Among other things. And they are. They don't know anything about life out there. If these walls hadn't come up when they had, those boys would have died long ago. Almost everyone here would have," She replied. He watched her carefully, giving her a look that she couldn't recognise. He was still getting used to this new version of her. Trying to get to know her again. She wasn't that different, not really, but she was slightly colder towards others and seemed to have a shorter fuse where unbreakable patience used to be. Well, unbreakable unless you were Merle. Some undying rage never left her eyes. She was still her old self, but she'd changed. It made him wonder what she'd been through. What she wouldn't tell him the day before.

"Why'd ya stay if this place ain't secure?" Daryl asked, pulling her slightly closer. Then he saw it. That look flashed across her face. It was gone almost as soon as it came, but he'd caught it. Guilt was ripping through her, despite how much she hid it. Why was she guilty? What was she hiding?

"Why'd you?" (Y/N) responded quickly, and even with this new version of her, he still knew her well enough to know she was changing the topic. And she did too, as evident from her heavy sigh. "I had a promise to keep."

There was more to it than that, Daryl could see it so clearly it was practically slapping him in the face. But he knew pushing wouldn't get them anywhere.

"People here are weak. Carol and the kid think it too. Hell, I do. Glad yer goin' with 'em," He gave her a quick kiss, running his thumb over her ring. "Keep an eye on 'em for me."

"Of course," (Y/N) smiled back, and from the surprise on Deanna's face when she walked in to check on them, not that he'd cared enough to notice at first, it wasn't something that had happened often while she was here.

"And you keep yourself safe, ya hear?" Daryl demanded, and while it was firm, (Y/N) saw the glimmer of fear in his eye. Can't lose her again. The words went unspoken but she heard them. A hard squeeze of his hand and a kiss on the cheek, and she'd wandered out the door, Glenn, Tara and Noah trailing close behind.

Time seemed to drag out while they were gone. It'd been around an hour, and he knew it shouldn't be too much longer before they returned. It was only a dry run. He'd finally showered, if only for his girl's sake than anyone else's, and he couldn't stop pacing. Carol had tried to employ his help, but he shut her down. With no news on a job from Deanna, Daryl couldn't stop himself from getting lost in his thoughts and drowning in his worries. His girl had said that the boys were careless. What if that cost her? What if him asking her to protect his friend meant she did something stupid? What if she didn't come back? What if he lost her again? For good, this time?

His worries were cut in half when the creaking and scratching of the gate broke through the air and he immediately jogged from his place on the porch to the gates, seeing the group come back in. They all looked pissed, and none of them more than (Y/N). She was walking in front of Glenn almost protectively, and he just knew something had gone wrong.

"You three need new gigs, you're not ready for runs yet," Aiden snapped from behind, making the four turn on their heels. Daryl felt himself moving forward when Aiden got close to (Y/N) and started pointing "And I'm gonna talk to my mom about getting you a new job."

"Yeah, pretty sure you got that backwards," Glenn shot back and (Y/N) gave him a grateful look. They set off again but were pulled back by Aiden grabbing both her and Glenn's arms.

"Hey, we've got a way of doing things around here," Aiden tried, making a poor attempt of establishing his authority, which deflated when she scoffed.

"Yeah, ones you don't tell me about apparently," She grumbled. There it was. That short fuse. That undying rage. Daryl slowed to a stop as more people started to gather at the noise. She looked over to him, telling him with a glance that he might have to step in if it got too far.

"You tied up walkers," Glenn shot back, and that set Aiden off. Nicolas bounced between each foot awkwardly, like he didn't know what to do with himself.

"It killed our friend!"Aiden shouted "Look, I'm not having this conversation. You obey my orders out there."

"Not when they put our people in danger," (Y/N) stepped closer, almost chest to chest with Aiden, and Daryl smirked slightly. That was his girl.

"If that's the case, we're just as screwed as your last run crew," Glenn agreed, putting a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder to get her to back off. They shared a look, and she reluctantly took a step back. Glenn was trying to keep it peaceful, but he wasn't Aiden get away with this shit. Neither was (Y/N), except Daryl wasn't so sure about the peaceful part. Aiden shifted at Glenn's words, and Nicolas narrowed his eyes. Daryl took a step closer, shooting the latter man a warning glare.

"Say that again," Aiden stated, lightly shoving Glenn's chest. He brushed off the warning words of Noah and Tara, and both Glenn and Daryl could see that (Y/N) was barely holding her rage back. Glenn squeezed her shoulder lightly, clearly seeing it too. She was waiting for the right moment, but she was going to break any second. "C'mon tough guy."

Glenn just stared back at him, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly, and the expression pissed Aiden off even more. (Y/N) had to bite back a laugh. "No one's impressed, man. Walk away."

Someone had clearly alerted Deanna to the situation because she came running out, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes slightly at the woman. It was pretty damn clear she didn't like her. However, her expression softened slightly, and some of her anger dissipated when she saw Enid join the newly formed crowd, with Carl not far behind her.

"Aiden, what's going on?" Deanna asked, running over. Daryl saw Rick slowly making his way over with Michonne, and they were both observing too. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut and it felt stifling.

"These two have got a problem with the way we do things. Why did you let these people in? Why didn't you kick her out?" Daryl's eyes furrowed, and his glare settled. This asshole was really trying to get them thrown out? After the shit he'd just heard?

"Because we actually know what we're doing out there," Glenn immediately answered and he barely had time to dodge as Aiden swung for him, while Deanna shouted his name. However, (Y/N) immediately shot into action. The fury she'd been suppressing exploded out all at once, and she didn't hesitate to land a punch ride to Aiden's nose. She'd hit him with enough force to cause his nose to bleed, and Daryl felt a twisted sense of pride in his stomach.

"(Y/N)!" Enid yelled, and (Y/N) looked over to her in panic, scared someone had lunged for her. But while she was distracted, Nicolas had managed to get a hit in on her side, making her fall backwards slightly. Her eyes darkened and she went to attack him, but two arms latched around her waist and yanked her away from the fight. At some point, Aaron had come running towards the commotion and had snuck up behind her. He was trying to talk to her, to calm her down but she only saw red.

However, while the people had been distracted with (Y/N), apparently well-acquainted with her outbursts, no one had thought to stop Daryl. The second, Aiden lunged for Glenn, he was running at them, anger boiling inside of him, but then Nicolas dared to lay a hand on his girl and he felt like that day in the woods with Beth. When he couldn't stop his anger. It just flowed through him, and soon Nicolas had been pinned to the floor with Daryl's arm to his neck. Rick sprinted to them, shouting at him, but Daryl had tuned him out, eyes focusing on the son of a bitch below him. He felt arms yanking him away and he growled something (he couldn't even remember what he was so damn pissed) to, who he assumed was, Rick. Aiden stood up and went to walk towards (Y/N), which made her struggle slightly in Aaron's hold, until Michonne stepped in front, pushing him back.

"Back the fuck up, asshole," (Y/n) shouted, pulling in Aaron's arms, and Michonne narrowed her eyes at Aiden.

"You want to end up on your ass again?"She warned, staring him down until he backed up. After another minute, Rick finally made Daryl let up and Rick pushed him away slightly just for good measure. He was practically vibrating with anger, but he backed away, picking up his crossbow before walking to his girl. Aaron let her go hesitantly, and Daryl wrapped an arm around her waist, both to ground himself and to prevent her from going anywhere. He could feel the heat radiating over, and how pissed off she still was as she and Aiden glared at each other. Deanna stared at her for a minute, a look filled with scorn that nearly set Daryl off again. Aiden had taken the shot first, she couldn't blame his girl for shit.

"I want everyone to hear me, okay? Rick and his people are part of this community now and always as equals. Understood?"She shot a pointed look to her son, who looked away in shame as he wiped his nose, getting blood on the back of his hand. Daryl hid a smirk, despite the anger still stirring in his stomach. "Everyone turn in your weapons. Then you two come talk to me."

Deanna pulled Rick and Michonne to one side, and the pair watched for a second, as Glenn walked off with Maggie. Then, Daryl turned his girl to look at him, inspecting every inch of her to make sure she wasn't badly injured.

"Y'alrigh'?" Daryl questioned softly, placing one hand on her cheeks, which she leant into affectionately. It made his stomach do flips, and he was sure he was blushing but if he was, she didn't say anything. Made him feel like a damn teenager again. She placed her hand over his, touching his ring with a small reassuring smile.

"I'm all good, Dixon. Might have a bruise on my ribs, but I'll live," She replied and Daryl turned to look at Nicolas with a dark look. They were so caught up in themselves that they didn't notice Aaron watching them with a curious look. He was smiling softly. He hadn't been able to get much out of his friend when talking about her husband. She'd let a little slip when she, him and Eric got drunk during her first week, but she'd never told them his name, or anything deep. If she had, maybe he would've been able to reunite them sooner.

Everyone dispersed, with Aiden and Nicolas following Deanna back to her house. (Y/N) watched after them, glaring holes into the back of their heads.

"(Y/N, I know you're pissed off, but you have to quit the fighting. Deanna's going to kick you out if you aren't careful," Aaron warned, folding his arms over his chest, and Daryl's head snapped over furiously. However, (Y/N) turned to him with a face that told him she'd heard this a million times before.

"Fucker went for Glenn first. She just defended him," Daryl murmured and Aaron let out a deep sigh. Guess it wasn't just (Y/N) he had to watch out for now.

The next day, Daryl and (Y/N) had been moved into their own house, and while she was hesitant to leave Eric and Aaron, neither she nor Daryl could deny how nice it was to have their own privacy. It almost felt like life before the apocalypse. Well, besides the fact that this house was worth more than they ever could have afforded before the world went to shit. And they were missing a certain loud-mouthed idiot. Enid also technically lived there, but she was always in and out. One thing both he and his girl knew, was that he was suffocating in here. He hated not being out there. So when she suggested he go hunting, he was out of the door quicker than she could blink. He felt guilty leaving her behind, but she could manage her own, and she had her own jobs to do. Besides, Enid could keep her company. She'd be fine.

The bushes rustling made his crossbow shoot up. Daryl narrowed his eyes, trying to pick out if it was a person, walker or animal, but he quickly realised it was a human and his guard went up tenfold.

"Come out! Now!"He snarled, placing his finger on the trigger as the person began to emerge. Aaron. Son a bitch scared the shit out of him. Not that he'd admit it. He lowered his crossbow with a huff upon seeing the recruiters alarmed face. "Ain't ya supposed to be in Alexandria with Eric?"

"(Y/N)'s watching over him. You can tell the difference between walkers and humans by sound?" Daryl just grunted in response and Aaron studied him, as he checked the string of the crossbow. He wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be. He could see it in the way he acted with (Y/N) alone, and that wasn't even beginning on the rest of his family "Can you tell the difference between a good guy and a bad guy? Rick doesn't seem to be an expert at that."

"There ain't much of a difference no more," Daryl snapped back. What was with this guy? Didn't he know when to stop prying? Wasn't none of his business. Aaron didn't miss the way he squinted at him, or how his shoulders squared defensively.

"That how you feel about your people? About (Y/N)?" Aaron questioned. Daryl tensed slightly before continuing forward into the woods.

"Why ya following me?" Daryl snapped. If it had been anyone else, he probably would've been shouting by now. But Aaron was (Y/N)'s friend. He could talk about her like that. He meant no ill will. Others don't get the right. They didn't know her. They just expected the worst because he was some redneck. Expected her to be the same.

She was so much more.

"You ride horses?"Aaron asked, trying to lighten the situation. He'd really hoped he could save that horse. The kids had been asking him for weeks. At least he wasn't suffering anymore.

"I ride bikes," Daryl responded shortly. Aaron was kind, and he could see how his girl was friends with him. Why she trusted him. They'd taken care of her. Seen that pretty clearly yesterday with Aiden and Nicolas and stopping her from killing them. But everything felt too much still. He wasn't used to being somewhere like this. Even before everything. Even with his girl starting to bring him to the right path. Everything was just overwhelming. He knew Aaron was trying to help, to get to know him, but whether that was out of kindness or to stay on the good side of his girl, he still hadn't figured it out.

"I take it you don't mean 10-speeds," When Daryl didn't say anything, Aaron let out a small sigh. "I know you're feeling like an outsider. (Y/N) does too, even if she tries to deny it. It's not your fault, you know. Eric and I, we're still looked at as outsiders in a lot of ways. We've heard our fair share of well-meaning, but hilariously offensive things from some otherwise really nice men and women. And you should hear how they talk about (Y/N) sometimes. People are people. The more afraid they get, the more stupid they get. Fear shrinks the brain. They're scared of you and me for different reasons. They're less scared of me because they know me. It's less and less every day. So let them get to know you. You should go to Deanna's party tonight."

By that point, they'd both stopped. Daryl looked back at Aaron with disbelieving eyes. Like hell was he going to some dumb as shit party. People'd stare, whisper, ask questions. They did little else when he was around, normally.

" I got nothing to prove. I met a lot of bad people out here doing a lot of bad shit. They weren't afraid of nothin'," His eyes flashed back to Terminus. Glenn's terrified eyes. The rage in Rick's eyes. Carl's trembling in the storage container. His girl, who'd been so damn close that if he'd stopped for a second, he would have found her.

"Yeah, they were," Aaron replied, smiling at him slightly before walking past him.

"Yer goin'?" Daryl raised his eyebrows, and (Y/N) turned to smile at him. She didn't look herself. Actually no, she looked exactly like herself. But the old her. This wasn't the new, hardened, mildly terrifying new (Y/N). It felt alien. Almost wrong. But hell if she didn't look good, even if she was dressed up for a dumb ass party.

"I want to get to know your family. Besides, I need to prove a point to Deanna and her shithead sons. You sure you won't come?" She trailed over to him and admired him in the last rays of the sunset. He didn't want her to go. Didn't want her near Aiden, Nicolas or Deanna's other son, who he had the pleasure of not yet meeting. He'd only just gotten her back, and everyone wanted a piece of her. It was starting to piss him off.

Daryl just shook his head, moving some stray pieces of hair out of his eyes at the same time. "Naw. Maybe later."

(Y/N) nodded, before taking his hand, using the other to reach up and play with the ends of his hair. He squeezed her hand, a silent demand of her to stay.

"Never thought I'd see you with long hair, Dixon," She said absentmindedly and he snorted quietly. Sometimes it slipped his mind that the last time she'd seen him, he'd looked almost completely different.

"Watch yourself, (L/N)," He shot back, but there was no venom. Just a tender look in his eyes that was reserved for only her. She let out a quiet laugh and brought their joint hands up to kiss the back of his hand before letting go. Merle was right, the asshole. She did make him soft.

He watched the party from a distance, glancing through the window. Trying to get a look, trying to find the courage to go in. His girl or not, the idea of going in there made his skin crawl. Daryl wasn't a people person, it was pretty damn clear. He wished she'd stayed at home with him, but it did make his heart ache slightly knowing she was only going to try and connect with his family. She didn't get pissy about the fact he called them family, didn't judge, didn't expect them to trust her just because they were married. Just tried to connect with them

He let out a heavy sigh, cursing under his breath and turned around, beginning to head back home. Hell, he'd started calling it home now. Maybe it was being with her again, made him feel at home. Maybe he was getting used to this place. Not damn likely. As he was walking past Aaron and Eric's house, (Y/N)'s old home, the light on the porch switched on, and Aaron walked outside

"Daryl. Hey," Aaron greeted, and Daryl resisted a sigh. Sure, he was nice but it was becoming clearer and clearer that this was about him trying to get to know him for (Y/N). But thinking about it, that was exactly what his girl was doing with his family. Goddamn it.

"Thought you were going to that party over there," Daryl responded, leaning against the fence.

"Oh, I was never going to go 'cause of Eric's ankle, thank God," Aaron smiled, looking relieved and Daryl furrowed his eyebrows

"Why the hell did you tell me to go, then?"He snapped, feeling a little guilty by the outburst until he saw the amused (but oddly proud?) look the other man was giving him.

"I said try. You did. It's a thought that counts thing," How long had this guy spent with (Y/N)? Starting to sound just like her.

"All right," Daryl mumbled, pushing off from the fence to walk away until Aaron's voice stopped him again.

"Hey, come in. Have some dinner. Come on, man. It's some pretty serious spaghetti," Aaron offered. Daryl turned to face him, sure he'd see a teasing look on his face. Expecting it to be a joke. But there was a hopeful look on Aaron's face along with a small grin. Yeah, he was starting to see why (Y/N) liked him so much. He hesitated, biting his lip nervously for a second, before walking back to the house. Aaron's grin widened, but Daryl pretended like he hadn't seen anything.

Apart from a greeting from Eric, the three men mostly sat in silence, digging into the spaghetti. Daryl knew he should probably be more aware of how he was eating, he was slurping and he probably looked like a pig (if (Y/N) was there she'd be giving him hell for it), but he'd stopped caring. And while Aaron and Eric shared an occasional muffled laugh, they didn't seem too bothered. Daryl couldn't help but notice the empty two settings on the remaining chairs, and apparently, Eric had followed his gaze.

"We're still getting used to (Y/N) being gone. Enid too. She didn't live with us, but she stayed here a lot because of (Y/N). Guess we still haven't gotten out of the habit of setting their seats," Eric joked lightly, and Daryl made a grunt of acknowledgement.

"Mmm, when you're out there, if you happen to be in a store or something, Mrs Neudermyer is really looking for a pasta maker. And we're all really trying to get her to shut up about it. I mean, we have crates of dried pasta in here, but she wants to make her own or something," Eric seemed oblivious to the pointed looks Aaron was giving him, and the confused one that Daryl seemed to have etched onto his face. Eric was more bubbly than Aaron, more talkative, but still sweet. He didn't expect responses from Daryl, happy to just talk away. Maybe (Y/N)'s friends weren't too bad " I really think she just wants something to talk about, so... if you see one out on your travels, it would go a long way to..."

Finally, Eric looked over to his husband, seeing him shaking his head and his words died on his tongue. Looking awkwardly between Daryl and Aaron before settling on his pasta, a small apologetic smile on his face

"I thought it was done. You didn't ask him already?" As if she'd heard Eric's silent plea to be rescued from the mild embarrassment of the situation, the sound of the door opening made Aaron and Daryl shoot up until they heard (Y/N)'s voice following.

"Aaron? Eric? You home?" She called, sounding tired, and Aaron let out a relieved sigh, before calling her into their dining room. Daryl couldn't help but smile as she walked in. It still felt like she wasn't real. Like she'd disappear any day and he'd wake up in that barn, or on the road, starving and dehydrated. She grinned back at him, but she didn't miss the teasing wink Eric gave her. "Hey, Dixon. What're you doing here?"

"We invited him for the infamous killer spaghetti," Eric grinned at her, nudging her hip with his shoulder as she walked to stand between his seat and Daryl. Instinctively, Daryl took her hand, and she bit back a child-like grin. Aaron gave her a look, one he couldn't recognise but she clearly did as she glared back at him playfully.

"You told him yet?" She asked, turning slightly to look at Aaron properly, nodding her head towards Daryl slightly. Daryl's confusion only furthered. Why did everyone seem to know what was going on except him? Hell, he was willing to bet if Enid was here too then she'd probably know.

"Was just about to, but someone nearly let the cat out of the bag," Eric looked away guiltily, but it was obvious he was forcing back a chuckle.

"Tell me what?" Daryl finally spoke up, and he didn't miss the way her hand tightened around his. Her grin turned slightly mischievous as Aaron started leading them towards their garage. Aaron opened the door and (Y/N) squeezed Daryl's hand again (and if she saw his cheeks starting to go pink, she didn't say anything) while her friend flicked the light on.

The garage was stuffed with spare parts and something that looked suspiciously like a motorbike beneath a piece of huge sheet. (Y/N) let go of his hand, opting instead to lean in the doorway, smiling softly at the excitement that flickered in her husband's eyes, even if his face stayed stoic. It'd been so damn long since he'd seen something like this, and while it reminded him a little too much of Merle's biker buddies, this also felt like home. He felt like a kid in a candy store. Aaron and (Y/N) shared a knowing look behind Daryl's back

"When I got the place, there was that frame and some parts and equipment. Whoever lived here built them," Aaron explained, as Daryl started picking up pieces, admiring them and putting them down again.

"It's a lot of parts for one bike," Daryl stated, trying to hide how happy he was, and he could practically hear (Y/N) rolling her eyes

"Whenever I came across any parts out there, I brought them back. I didn't know what I'd need. (Y/N) tried to figure it out, but it wasn't her area of expertise," There was a teasing tone in his voice at the last sentence and Daryl heard his girl mumble something along the lines of 'shut up. "I always thought I'd learn how to do it, but I get the feeling you already know what to do with it. And the thing is, you're going to need a bike."

"Why?"Daryl pulled back the sheet and saw the skeleton of a bike, with a box of tools next to it.

"I told Deanna not to give you a job because I think I have one for you. I'd like you to be Alexandria's other recruiter. I don't want Eric risking his life anymore," Aaron replied. Daryl understood that, probably better than most people in this community. (Y/N) let out a hum of agreement, and Daryl looked over as she turned to glance back into the house. She was protective of her loved ones. Always had been, and he was really starting to realise just how much Aaron and Eric meant to her.

"You want me risking mine, right?"Daryl questioned, sounding sharper than he wanted, but Aaron could tell he meant no harm by it.

"Yeah, because you know what you're doing. You're good out there. But you don't belong out there. I know it's hard getting used to people getting used to you. And I understand right now you need to be out there sometimes. So do I. But the main reason why I want you to help me recruit is because you do know the difference between a good person and a bad person, "Hell, he really had spent too much time with his girl. Daryl bit his lip in thought, but he already knew his mind was made up. Being in here all the time was killing him. Even with his girl here, he knew he couldn't stay here for long without getting antsy.

"I got nothing else to do. Thanks. I'll get you some rabbits," Aaron let out a loud laugh at that, patting Daryl's shoulder as he stepped past him, back to his girl in the doorway. She was smiling, asking him silently how he was feeling. He just gave her a tiny smile, and clearly, that was enough for her, as she wrapped her arm around his side.

Daryl couldn't help but notice how close (Y/N) had suddenly gotten with Glenn, Rick, Tara and Maggie. He noticed the way the rest of his family seemed a little more at ease with her, not exactly trusting her yet, but clearly getting on that track. Carl still wasn't sure about her, but Daryl didn't miss how he'd come and actually started conversations with her a few times, instead of avoiding her completely. Part of him was suspicious that it had something to do with his obvious crush on Enid. And while it made his heart warm that she was starting to become integrated with his family, there was always someone whisking her away now. He just wanted to spend some damn time with his wife, but he had to go out with Aaron, and she was going on another run.

And every damn thing that could have gone wrong absolutely did. It'd been a god damn trap, and now he was trapped in a car, surrounded by fuck knows how many walkers with his wife best friend. And the walkers just kept coming, pouring out of the trucks, banging on the window. How fucking long until that glass shattered and they were made into walker meat? But despite the hell going on around him, he couldn't stop a chuckle escaping his lips. It was fucking ironic. Aaron gave him a bewildered look.

"I came out here to not feel all closed up back there. Even now, this feels more like me than back in them houses. That's pretty messed up, huh?" Daryl explained, looking over at Aaron, who still had that look, but had a small, almost sad, smile on his lips.

"You were trying," Aaron said, and Daryl shook his head lightly. Wasn't exactly a choice. There were the kids, his friends, his family. Then (Y/N) got added into the mix, and that was it.

"I had to," He shot back, eyes watching the walkers that were gnashing their teeth outside the window.

"No, you didn't. Listen, I saw you with your group out there on the road. Then you went off on your own to the barn. Storm hit and you lead your people to safety. That was it. I knew I had to bring you people back," Aaron had this gentle look, and he went quiet, thinking for a second. When he spoke again his voice was thick "You were right. We should have kept looking for that guy in the poncho. I shouldn't have given up. You didn't."

Daryl went silent, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. He'd given up. On his girl. Given up on her, lost hope started thinking she was dead. And look at what happened.

"I didn't, because I gave up before," It didn't take a genius to figure out what, or rather who he was talking about "Hadn't seen her in two years. Thought she was dead. Found 'er. Ain't givin' up this time. I'll go. I'll lead 'em out. You make a break for the fence."

God, she was going to kill him for this.

Aaron's head snapped over, the beginning of tears in his eyes quickly disappearing as he processed Daryl's words. "No, no, no. This was my fault."

"Wasn't a question. And this ain't yer decision. It ain't nobody's fault. Just let me finish my smoke first. Promise you'll look after ma girl, 'right?" Daryl brought the cigarette back to his lips, taking a draw. He ignored Aaron' stare, his leg bouncing lightly. This'd destroy her. But, she had people to look after. And people would look after her for him. His family would be there, Aaron, Eric, Enid. She'd forget about him after a while.

"No," Aaron said sternly, and Daryl was almost taken back by the tone. Never heard him talk like that. "You don't draw them away. We fight. We go for the fence. We do it together, alright? Whether we make it or not. We do it together. We have to."

Daryl fell back into that silence, biting his lip in thought. (Y/N) would probably never forgive him if he let Aaron die. But she'd never forgive Aaron if he did. Fuck. Shit.

"Alright. You ready?" Daryl took one last drag before extinguishing the cigarette and picking up his knife instead. Hell, he couldn't believe he was agreeing to this. Sorry (L/N) "We'll go on three. One, two-"

But three never came as one of the walkers outside's guts spilt on Aaron's window, making them both freeze and exchange a puzzled look. There was no gunshot. The dead didn't kill their own. His door was suddenly yanked open, making Aaron scuttle back and lean on Daryl slightly, before he saw a guy standing there, holding a badass staff. He climbed out, followed immediately by Daryl. Everything was a blur of guts, blood and aching muscles until they got back to the gate and closed it. He was pretty sure he was just running on adrenaline at this point

"Hey, Daryl?" Aaron said breathlessly and Daryl looked over to see him smiling "Take care of her your damn self."

They got back just in time to see all hell had broken loose. The sound of shouting and screaming greeted them as Spencer let them through the gate, and Aaron had gone sprinting ahead, followed soon by Daryl and Morgan. Daryl's heart was pounding, worried (Y/N) was in the middle of it. Shit, shit, shit, shit. (Y/N) and Abraham were holding Pete down as he squirmed and glared up at them. And there on the floor, Deanna was crying, begging while she pressed against the slice on Reg's neck. Alexandrian's watched in terror, and horror as he choked on his own blood, and Daryl didn't miss the look in (Y/N)'s eyes, beneath all the fear and rage. A look he knew too well. She was reliving something. He only wished he knew what. It was then Daryl noticed Michonne's bloody katana on the floor, where Michonne herself looked at it with disgust. Rick was stood beside Abraham and (Y/N), watching Deanna with pity, but waiting for her instruction as Reg ultimately stopped moving. The air was silent, still, and he could see Aaron bouncing slightly from foot to foot, desperate to check up on his husband as Morgan watched with disdain.

One bullet, and it was done, blood splattered on (Y/N) and Abraham's faces. But she didn't even flinch. Just stared blankly. When they got back to their house, Enid, who'd allegedly been told to stay in the house but snuck out (in Enid like fashion) was wrapped under (Y/N)'s arm. She looked scared still, and Daryl had tried to comfort her, even if it hadn't been much, until (Y/N) had been relieved from the situation and took over. She was like a mini carbon copy of his girl, with the addition of teen angst, but she was easy to talk to (even when she was traumatised). His girl still had that blank look, had it since Rick pulled that trigger, and somehow that scared him more. She ushered Enid to her room, and Daryl knew she would either leave within a few minutes, or she wouldn't move until morning. But Enid didn't protest, just gave (Y/N) a quick hug and rushed upstairs.

His girl was still silent, as they reached their room, as they started changing into their pyjamas, as she went off to brush her teeth and wash the blood off her face, as they climbed into bed. It wasn't until Daryl reached out to touch her and she flinched back, did he attempt to break the silence.

"(Y/N)," He mumbled, and she raised her eyebrows to show she was listening but didn't meet his eyes. His stomach was in a knot, worry, nerves and interest as he watched her. "Hey, look at me."

It took her a minute, but reluctantly, she dragged her eyes up to meet his and he saw it. Guilt, anxiety and trauma all wrapped in one.

"Talk to me," Was all he said, and that was all it took. It was spilling out of her before she could stop it, and her hand found him desperately.

"After Anna, Ben, Andrew, Kai, Mom and I were chased out. Moved camp every day. Didn't know where we were going, just kept moving. One night, we were distracted. Ben was talking about smoke or something, and Kai started sayin' how we should go towards Washington. Said it was one of the few places that might have civilisation. We let out guard down," (Y/N) hesitated again, and Daryl squeezed her hand tightly, prompting her to continue. Every word she spoke, the sadder her eyes grew. The guilt kept building and building, and Daryl felt his own pit of dread in his stomach. She was in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. "Some assholes come out of the woods, demand our supplies. I said no and they... they shot Kai. Then Ben and Andrew. Started going through our stuff, held me back as they murdered my family. Then they grabbed mom and-"

Daryl didn't hesitate in pulling her in when her voice hitched and she stopped again. He held her so tight, he was almost certain it was hurting, but she didn't voice any complaints. She just curled into him before continuing.

"Those bastards slit her throat. I had to put her down when she turned. Left me in the middle of the woods. When Reg... I just saw mom. It was like I was back there, reliving again and again on repeat. And I can't help but think that if I'd stepped forward, maybe Reg would be alive," She whispered, fingers clutching onto the sleep shirt he wore. He shook his head, placing a kiss on her hair.

"And you'd be dead. Ain't yer fault. None of it. Not yer ma and yer family. Not Reg. Weren't nothin' you coulda done. Ya cain't blame yerself for it," Daryl said, and while his tone was gentle, the words were firm but they seemed to do nothing to ease her, she just held on tighter. "I know that ain't everythin'. What happened?"

"We lost Noah. He was right there. We had him, and then he was just gone. Glenn and I, we held onto him so hard, but the walkers they- they got him. Pushed him against the glass. We had to watch-" It was then Daryl felt her pull back and she adjusted so her arms were wrapped around him, tucked under his chin again when he pulled her close.

"I'm sorry," He didn't know what else to say. Noah was gone. That kid was something else, annoying sometimes, sure, but he brought this hopeful light to the group, even when they were damn near dying on the road. He found his brain starting to ache and a weird feeling in his chest. Daryl was well acquainted with loss, everyone was now, but it never got any easier. Not when the losses kept coming, and to the people who deserved them the least. He couldn't imagine how terrifying it must have been to watch. What it was like for her. He didn't want to. The thought alone was enough to give him nightmares. So he just held her tightly, even as he felt a wet patch seeping through his sleep shirt. Even as she shook. Even as she drifted off, exhausted and hurting, and he laid awake for hours after. He couldn't make it okay, even if he wanted to. And hell he really did. He couldn't bring Noah back, couldn't wipe the memory from her or Glenn's mind.

The only thing he could do was be there for her, comfort her, help her out of that place whenever she went there. However, the only thing he could do, right at that moment, was hold her and not let go.

TAGS: OPEN

Tags (for this series): @graniairish @fuseburner @gloomystorm @bxxbxy @browneyes528 @hoemadegrace @reichelhache

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hey! can i request sfw alphabet for katsuki (if someone hasn't already)? as always i looooove your work, thank you! 💕

Hey! Thank you for being patient with me! These alphabets take quite a bit of time so once again, thank you.

Also! Special thanks to the lovely @garrulousassurance for helping me with this as well as letting me bounce ideas off of you!

SFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugo

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He isn’t affectionate in the same sense as Deku, Kirishima, or Todoroki. He shows his affection by little things like giving you his full attention when you are speaking, keeping eye contact with you, and giving you little motivational pep talks when you are feeling down

He is pretty uncomfortable with physical affection, but he tries his best. PDA Isn’t his thing, but be patient and he might hold you hand (Even if they are a little sweaty)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be a really supportive best friend, but the kind of friend that would call you out on your shit. You being an asshole? He will fucking tell you and keep you in check. He never really gets physical either, but he will slap your arm and glare if you say something that can come off the wrong way.

One of the most caring best friends ever. You have a headache? Hold up he has pain pills. You hungry? Shit give him 10 minutes and he will cook for you.

Also is the friend you need when it comes to other toxic people. He HATES seeing his friends being abused or taken advantage of. If you are in a bad relationship, he will be there as backup and motivation to help get you out of there. Dealing with an abusive parent and having enough, He will get you out of there and will have you move in with him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He really does love to cuddle, but it takes some work to convince him to sit down and relax. He always wants to move and really doesn’t know how to relax, so the best way to get him to cuddle is by grabbing his hand and pulling him to the couch or bed. Then sit or lay on top of him. He will complain for a while, but he won’t move. If you move, he will simply pull you back down. He is just being a brat.

His favorite way to cuddle is called “The Sweethearts cradle” since it's such a calming position for him. With your hand pressed against his chest, he will wrap his arm around you to pull you closer before pressing a kiss to your head. He really loves to sleep like this too since he thinks spooning is overrated (But he will never deny being the little spoon)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wouldn’t really “Settle down” since he wants nothing more than to be a hero and a symbol of peace like All Might was for him, but he also won’t let this desire interfere with his life outside of work. He would love to have a family to come home to and to marry you one day. A quiet life with Katsuki doesn’t really suit him, but he will continue to do his best with you by his side.

He is clearly great at cleaning and can cook like none other. He absolutely loves to cook and it seems to relax him, so if he is stressed you better prepare for a good meal and maybe some candy or baked goods as well.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would break up with you as gently as he possibly can. He genuinely does/did love you, but he would leave in a heartbeat as long as it meant you were safe and had the chance to be happy. It would suck, and he may even shed a tear or two, but after breaking the news to you he will give you a really tight hug. There is so much in that hug that it really does break your hearts, but he knows its for the best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would be a few years before he decided to pop the question, no less than 2. If you don’t believe in marriage, that's chill too. He doesn’t need a piece of paper to tell you that he loves you, but he would get married if you expressed that you want that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He isn’t that gentle, but he is more gentle with you than he is with others. When he is with his friends or in public, he can be a bit of a hothead but he will never hurt you. When he is alone, he is much more calm and gentle. If you tease him, He may try to be a bit less gentle with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bakugo does enjoy hugs, but he will never initiate them. If you want a hug, you will have to get it yourself but it can end in a variety of ways.

He might push you away, but try not to take it personally. This will happen if he is genuinely angry, is in public, and while he is doing hero work. If he is angry, he will push you away with the comment that he doesn’t want to be touched. In reality, he just doesn’t want to take his anger out on you. As mentioned previously, he struggles with PDA, so he will push you away simply because he is uncomfortable.

If you hug him in private, he will still be a bit stiff but he will relax over time. He will slowly wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your head or your shoulder. He is also the kind of person who sways a bit from side to side when he holds somebody, just enjoying the hug as much as possible

If he hugs somebody, including his S/O, he rather just woke up from a nap or is having a really bad day. Even he has some pretty bad days that leave him just wanting to be held. This doesn’t happen, though more likely than he would admit out loud.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Bakugo isn’t one to throw the phrase around lightly. He tests it out quietly while watching his partner sleep one night, and thinks about it for a long time before deciding to say it. He originally had the perfect time planned, but it slips out the first time he gets into a disagreement with his partner. Cue the end of the disagreement, two red faces, and a frustrated Katsuki who wishes he had a do over. He isn't too upset about it though because love is messy and it's better to have all of your feelings out in the open.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He really doesn’t get jealous easily because he does have faith in his S/O. That being said, he does get jealous at times. Normally when this happens, he just glares, mumbles a bit and huffs since he knows that you are most likely being oblivious to it. If you were doing it on purpose, he would just tell you to stop because he can’t stand when you try to make him feel jealous since it occasionally makes him feel insecure.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are pretty passionate and clearly full of love. Since he struggles with using his words sometimes, he will usually fix that with his actions. He will tease you, keeping his lips just far enough away from you to make you whine and he will pull away every time you lean in. He honestly loves this game and will tease until finally just giving in, kissing you softly, cupping your face, and biting your lip as he pulls away.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He really tries to be patient with kids, but goddamn to they get on his nerves. He can’t stand how messy they are, how they don’t listen, and just how chaotic they can be. One second the kid is on the ground coloring in a book, and the next they are trying to draw on the walls. If they are a bit older, they make comments about him that manage to hit all of the right buttons to piss him off. If they are young or a newborn, then they just cry, shit, and puke. He can’t handle it and seems snappier around them.

If he does manage to find himself taking care of a more calm kid, it’s almost like he is a completely different person. If they are one or two and are really quiet, and can listen? He doesn’t mind watching them while they scribble on some paper. He might even carry them around while he is cooking dinner. If the kid falls asleep in his arms, he is fucking done for.

He wants to like kids, but he struggles with finding ones he can handle.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Morning routines are a very calming thing. Usually he will let you sleep in and make breakfast. Once he is done, he will wake you up so you can eat while he goes to shower. When he comes out and finds you eating breakfast, he will kiss you and

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sleeping. Like no kidding he is in bed by 8:30pm most nights, 10pm latest. Before bed, he will often cook dinner for you and then relax. The majority of nights with Katsuki are fairly calm due to his long days at work so watching movies together and binge watching TV shows are a usual thing in the Bakugou household.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is actually really slow about opening up to you. Like he is slower than the majority due to his fears. Once he realizes how much he cares about you though, he is practically an open book.

He isn’t one that will just SPILL everything to you, but he is more of a “Ask me whatever, whenever, and Ill tell you the truth”

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Bakugo? He may get irritated frequently, but he is slow to true anger. If he can't fix the problem, it gnaws at him until he blows up (pun intended) at someone. He’s not great at expressing his feelings, or trying to talk about his problems, but it's something he knows he needs to work on. His anger has caused a lot of issues with keeping up relationships, but he's trying to manage it better.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It’s about half and half. For instance, he can remember what your favorite dishes are, who your idols are, and even your workout routine without having to think too hard. Little things he repeats to himself to commit them to memory, but anything that’s said when his attention is somewhere else can get lost. He knows his partner won’t get too frustrated with him if he can’t remember every single detail, but he still tries anyway.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He will never admit it, but one of his favorite moments happened after a horrible fight with a villain that almost cost him his life. This would’ve been pretty early on in the relationship, when he was still unsure if he could say that he loved you fully. That his whole heart was in it. It wasn’t until he was running on fumes, barely able to stand on his feet, when the thought of how scared you must be entered his mind. He had to keep going and make sure that he could come home to you. He would continue to fight until the villain collapsed.

Katsuki did his best to stay on his feet with his fist in the air, mimicking All Might and Endeavor to show the people he was okay and that he won, but the second the cameras turned off he ended up collapsing. When he woke up again, he was clearly in the hospital. He was going to try to move til he looked down and saw you asleep, head resting on the bed with your hands holding onto his. He could see the tear stains on your cheeks and the bags under your eyes. He refused to move his hand and let you sleep holding him, quickly finding himself in his head thinking about how much he cared about you.

After you woke up and Katsuki was able to go home, You stayed with him in his house since he was still struggling a bit and was told to rest. He was off work for a month so you both spent lots of time together, and this was when he really did know he loved you. He was surprised by how well you worked together, and ended up slipping the L word not long after.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He tries not to act like he is paranoid that something could happen to you, but he’s honestly pretty paranoid. Since he had already been targeted and kidnapped by the League of villains before, he wouldn’t hold it past them to try to kidnap you too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It’s about 50% most of the time. On a normal date or everyday life, he may suggest something simple to do like watch a movie, eat dinner, and talk. He really doesn’t believe that he should have to go all out all of the time since that will just burn him out.

During anniversaries and bigger days, he will try a bit more. Get you a nice gift, take you out for dinner to your favorite place, or take you to do something you’ve wanted to do. These days usually get about 75-80%

The only day where he REALLY tries his best to make it special, is the day he would propose to you/give you a promise ring. It’s his way of showing you that he wants you to be there for him no matter what. He will plan for months to do this, eventually making a huge scavenger hunt and getting the Bakusquad in on it til you find him in a whole ass suit, ready to propose/give you the ring. It’s obvious that this took a lot of work, and he tried 100%

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He is a hot head and during arguments, will purposely use shit against you to make you upset. He feels like a bastard afterwards, but he always knows that he said what he said. He doesn’t really think before speaking when this shit happens, so really bad arguments could result in him saying some really rude shit.

He swears A LOT. Some people may have a huge problem with this. He tries his best not to at times, usually around kids or your family, but it will still slip out a time or two.

He also tends to interrupt you when you’re talking. He isn’t trying to do it intentionally, but he is so used to just saying what he wants to say that it can just completely cut you off. He will try his best to actually wait, but he still sucks at not interrupting.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is to an extent. His father is a fashion designer and his mom always made sure he looked well put together, so he makes sure he never looks like a slob. Hell even his casual clothes seem to flatter him.

He does take an interest in makeup, but he doesn’t really wear it much. He may highlight the inner corners of his eyes on a normal day, but that’s usually it. He does have his days where he goes all out with it though, doing orange, green and black eyeshadow that looks pretty damn badass.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If it’s just for a few hours or days, he really isn’t that bad. He may check in on you once or twice but he really isn’t too worried about it. He doesn’t feel incomplete, but he may miss you a little bit.

For a little while, but he is one of those who would move on. If you both broke up, he will be hung up for a few weeks to a couple of months because when he loves, he loves with all of his heart. He will move on though since he knows that being hung up on you could get in the way of him being a hero.

If you died however, he would be lost for a bit longer than a few months. He will still move on after a couple of years, but you will always have a section of his heart. He will visit your grave and tell you all about his new life though. You may be gone, but never forgotten.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) TW: ABUSE AND PANIC ATTACK

Nobody seems to acknowledge this, but he was abused the majority of his life by his mother. Some people will fight me on this headcanon, but you really see it when Toshinori and Aizawa visit the Bakugo household. She not only hits her child, but makes a comment about him being weak and that’s why he got kidnapped. She is victim blaming HIM for being kidnapped by the League of Villains, not really showing any concern for the fact her son could have been killed.

Once he is able to move out, he starts to realize his family life isn’t normal. He will go to Kirishimas’ parents house and they are???So sweet and supportive? He just doesn’t understand and thinks this is the most unusual thing. It’ll finally start to hit him that what he was going through WAS abuse, and he will most likely break down. Not a violent, screaming kind of breakdown, but the kind of breakdown that is heartbreaking to watch.

He will cry. They’ll start as silent tears before slowly amping up into full blown sobbing. He would have to sit down because if he is standing, he might just collapse. His sobs will last maybe 10 minutes before they start becoming more extreme. He will feel a tightness in his chest and will feel like he can’t breathe. If he is alone, he will cover his face with a pillow in an attempt to stop his tears but nothing helps. He will have a HORRIBLE anxiety attack, and if you find him like this you will have to be extremely gentle with him. Not because he would blow up at you, but because he can’t calm down easily and will easily get worked up again.

You would have the best luck by forcing him to sit up and hugging him as tight as you can. Seriously, wrap your arms and legs around him and just squeeze him. He will slowly calm down, it might take up to an hour, but he will calm down. He will be terrified the whole time but you just need to pet his hair, lay him back down and cuddle him.

To be honest, I have a lot of headcanons relating to the unspoken abuse of Katsuki Bakugo but I will leave this here. If you want me to write them all out, just message me and let me know. I’ll make a post about my headcanons about the abuse, the trauma it's caused, and other things like that since I have first hand experience with a scenario that is very similar to how his was depicted.

Disagree with this one if you will, but this is a personal headcanon of mine

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Do fucking not hit him, threaten to hit him, or try to guilt trip him. He actually hates being hit and manipulated, and he will NOT have anybody do that to him. Sure, he may have times where he may play fight, but there is a clear difference between a Katsuki who is playfully fighting, and a Katsuki that is genuinely trying to hurt someone.

Don’t be a kiss ass to him. If you have an opinion, he wants to hear it. Sure, he may disagree but he is always willing to hear you out and take your point of view into consideration. He doesn’t want to be in a relationship with a fan that will agree with everything he is saying since it can actually be pretty annoying just to have someone tell him yes all of the time.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He has to sleep on his side and he goes to bed pretty early. It’s shown in the manga and the anime that he is in bed by 8:32pm and many think he sleeps so much because of how much energy he uses daily. He really does use a lot of energy. Like have you seen this dude brush his teeth? Like damn dude. Anyway, he sleeps on average of 8-10 hours. 8pm to 4am and the latest he goes to bed is 10pm. He will always be a morning person too, so good luck if you’re a night owl.

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『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 3 』

· Sept. 27th → Irresistible Force ·

Characters: Karasuno team

Prompts: A. favourite team + B. crossover/AU

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, crack, a teensy bit of angst (because who doesn't love a sad superhero backstory), headcanons, AU, superheroes, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: Again, I love all the teams and didn't want to pick, but life is cruel, so here I am. This is headcanons about my fav team (Karasuno) in an AU (superheroes). I was thinking of a Hero Association, kind of like in 'The Boys'? But less corrupt... Maybe more like in 'One Punch'? I think you get me.

All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have NFSW content on my blog if that butters your biscuit. Feel free to check it out! Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

Karasuno / Superhero Association AU

☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Powers: nigh invulnerability, super strength, enhanced healing

If he's not the ordinary cop that somehow befriends the heroes I was tempted then he's definitely the leader of the superhero group

Kind of like Superman in the old-school Justice League, just not as OP lol

Looks damn good is spandex those thighs *sweats*

Cape!! so ✨majestic✨

Probably wears dark-ish, neutral colours with a dash of blue

A bit serious. Not the kind of hero to go around making quips all the time, but will make light of his own suffering like Captain America

Takes younger heroes under his wing like the true Dadchi he is

Strong moral compass. Unbreakable

Won't hesitate to lay down his life for others

Who am I kidding. He's basically Captain America with a cape

Poster-boy for the Hero Association

☆ Sugawara Koushi ☆

Powers: telekinesis

A soft, pearly aesthetic with his suit, hair and skin. Lots of white and silver

A favourite among the ladies he's just too pretty, damm it T T

Very plucky and adorable

People in the vicinity will literally faint when he goes all serious to concentrate and use his powers

Has a duo move with Daichi where he literally throws him like a missle YEET

Has the most followers on Twitter and TikTok and his fans can be pretty nuts

Has a perfume line named after him and models for the adverts

Will smile like an angel right before bringing a building down on top of you fuck, I find this one really funny

☆ Azumane Asahi ☆

Powers: regeneration, enhanced stength

Kind of like Wolverine or Deapool but, like, much, much softer on the inside uwu

Wears green and black

Messed up big time back in the day and dropped off the grid out of guilt some people died :(

Was convinced to come back when his old teammates finally found him again because they needed his help in a crisis

Literally shed tears of relief when heroes and citizens alike welcomed him back instead of hating him mah heart *sniffs*

Can withstand seemingly anything and fully heal within a matter of days

Doesn't know the full extent of his powers himself. How exactly do one test it? 🤔

Still has to psych himself up for a fight, though big softy, really

☆ Shimizu Kiyoko ☆

Powers: electrokinesis, flight

Powers like Storm from X-Men, and kicks ass like Wonder Woman

Refuses to wear a revealing suit, but looks bomb af anyway

Kiyoko = absolute queen

One of the most powerful heroes, but doesn't throw her weight around unless she's kicking bady-guy booty

Stella gynamast, and has mastered several martial arts

Can literally throw a guy three times her size, all without any strength powers Tanaka: 👁👄👁

Somehow has perfect hair all the time secret superpower??

Is active on the political stage as a human rights activist, headlining women's rights yes, yes yes

Will strike you with lightning for sexual harassment

Comes up with really good mission plans

Is a soothing balm for Tanaka when he loses it

Black and gold aesthetic✨

Asymmetrical cape! super fashionable

Poster-girl for the Hero Association

☆ Tanaka Ryuunosuke ☆

Powers: fire generation and manipulation

Tanaka brings the heat literally

A bit of a chaotic-good, but what's new there?

Can get out of control if he loses his focus, so his friends have to keep him grounded Kiyoko is a literal angel when that happens

Kiyoko: Sun's getting real low...

Bonus points if you get the reference

Is terrified of hurting innocents if he gets out of control

It rarely happens, but if he loses his self confidence, his powers don't seem to work

Shouts cringy lines at the villains before roasting their asses lmfao

Wears a black and orange flame-retardant suit, and actually looks pretty fine in it 😌👌

Literally head over heels for Kiyoko just imagine it. Biggest hype man

☆ Nishinoya Yuu ☆

Powers: animal metamorphosis, enhanced speed

Think Beast Boy from 'Teen Titans', but less green he's more likely to be yellow or orange, lmao

Handy in lots of different situations. Very versatile

Incredibly cheeky and joins in with Tanaka's cheesy jokes and one-liners

Absolute maniac, but the people love him, especially schoolkids lmao

Has his own energy drink flavour, and he's STOKED about it

Yellow and black suit, kind of like his hair

Has a surprisingly large following of fans

Laps up the attention, but it doesn't really go to his head

Quiet and serious when he's on a mission/fighting

☆ Hinata Shouyou ☆

Powers: self replication, super speed, levitation

His powers took a while to properly manifest, which left him feeling isolated as a teen

Was pretty lost until Ukai helped train him

Got into a fight with Kageyama in an alleyway when he first met him MET HIM IN THE STREET, LMAO

Argues with Kageyama a lot at headquarters, but they work together like a dream when taking down bad guys

Has a heart of literal gold precious baby

Is contantly amazed when he helps significantly

Was inspired to become a hero by his idol, the Little Giant and it's his dream to inspire someone else 😭😭

Uses his replication ability to confuse the bad guys ULTIMATE DECOY

Levitates around the room when he's excited like Aang from ATLA, hahaha

Wears an orange, white and yellow suit with little wings on his heels cuuuute

☆ Kageyama Tobio ☆

Powers: water/ice generation and manipulation, breathing underwater, superhuman reflexes

I was tempted to give him fire/ice powers like Todoroki, but I didn't want to detract from Tanaka

Has problems focusing his powers, and can be quite turbulent in the heat of battle

Finds it hard to work well with others initially, but really makes an effort

Has hurt people close to him by accident before and never wants to do it again it would tear him apart

Becomes a power duo with Hinata when Ukai helps train them, even though they don't seem to get on well at first

Broody boi on the surface, but a cinnamon roll deep down

Wears a dark blue and deep purple suit that has fins to assist in underwater escapades which are his forte

Freezes Hinata's feet to the floor when he pisses him off or anybody's feet, tbh

Can dodge almost anything because of his reflexes don't ever try to punch him. You'll look stupid

Is surprised by the number of people in his fan club especially the number of women asking to marry him??

☆ Tsukishima Kei ☆

Powers: telepathy, superhuman intellect, mind control on weak-willed individuals

Prefers to outwit his enemies rather than getting into a brawl

But his self-designed gadgets and tech help him out if he has to a bit like Tony Stark, wink wonk

Sometimes makes you question if he's really a hero or not Tsukki, please

Doesn't take orders well

Baits villains by insulting them and getting the better of them with his words it's hilarious

Comes up with good plans, but improvises well with whatever he's got

Probably wears suits over his spandex most of the time fancy shmancy

Is prepared to die to protect Yamaguchi waahhh

☆ Yamaguchi Tadashi ☆

Powers: invisibility, force fields, teleportation

Susan Storm with added teleportation, lol

Often finds it hard to value his powers because they're not as visually strong and impressive as other people's

Rather than squaring up to a battle, he often has to 'hide' from it by literally going invisible

But he gradually becomes aware of how vital his powers can be, and learns to control them and make them as advantageous as possible

Is a highly important and valued member of the team

Soft bean that gets nervous and throws up before a fight

But he's hella determined and won't back down

Honestly, just wants to protect Tsukki and make him proud PROTECT HIM

☆ Yachi Hitoka ☆

Powers: size manipulation

She can shrink and enlarge herself and objects she touches at will, including other people

Sometimes shrinks really small to avoid social situations she doesn't want to be in samez, honey

The clumsiest and least experienced on the team

But she tries her best, gradually getting to grips with her powers

Sometimes uses her powers by accident, like when she's nervous

Once touched a watermelon slice on the refreshment table and accidentally blew it up to the size of a car Hinata, Kageyama and Noya fully dug in with their faces 😭😭

Nearly passed out when Daichi, the literal god of the Hero Association, told her she had great potential

Don't worry, Yams teleported and caught her

☆ Ukai Keishin ☆

Powers: laser vision, metal mimicry

The has-been hero who lost his enthusiasm for hero-ing and retired some years ago

Was really cool back in his hayday. Big hot-shot with a fan club

Has been working as a convenience store attendant to pay the bills and is bored out of his mind but refuses to admit it

Was convinced to get back in the game when he found Hinata and Kageyama fighting, both struggling with their abilities. He broke up the fight and agreed to coach them

Doesn't do much of the flashy hero stuff anymore, but will occasionally get stuck in when he's needed must protecc his children

Is only, like, ten years older than the other heroes, but they treat him like some fossilised sensei out of Natuto, or some shit

Tbf, he has the back problems of one 😭😭

☆ Takeda Ittetsu ☆

Powers: power absorption

Transferred from being a hero to hero management after having having issues with the effects of his powers he has a conscience :(

He felt guilty and responsible for permanently taking the powers of others, even if they were criminals

It was like removing a piece of their souls it kind of broke him

These days, he makes sure nobody knows about his powers, so it can't be used against him

He helps in any other way possible

He would only use his powers again in dire circumstances he knows he'll eventually have to

Is generally chipper and good natured, though

If he was ever captured by a villain, they'd probably send him back because he talks too much omg, hahaha

Helps gather info for the team and direct them on missions and in fights

Gives bomb inspirational speeches ✊

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cenestpasmoi-bechloe · 4 years

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As I Lost My Heart in You

When you’re 16, initials of your soulmate appears on your wrist.It varies by person, but everyone usually spends time trying to find theirs. It doesn’t always mean that there’s going to be a relationship, sometimes you spend your whole life trying to find your soulmate.

Title from Mariah Carey's Underneath the Stars.

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Beca Mitchell got hers the week of her 16th birthday. She didn’t believe in soulmates and initials. Her dad and her mom had their initials, but they had gotten divorced, her mom died of cancer, and while she was fighting it, her dad had found his ‘soulmate’. She couldn’t forgive her father for ding that to her mother. But she had gotten her initials whether she liked them or not, two letters, CB in cursive.

By that time, she had figured that she was gay, and she had dated a few people.

Her first girlfriend, was Juliana Taylor, but they had broken up, just because they weren’t feeling ‘it’ anymore. Juliana had BM on her wrist, but it probably wasn't her anyways.

She’d decided she’d give boys a try when Conner Basin asked her out. It was less of a date and more of a hangout with a bro, but she had figured he wasn’t the one either, after he had criticized Beca’s favorite video game. He had said the graphics were bad, and that the settings weren’t enough. Beca had called for her friend Stacie to come pick her up at the mall right away, which she did, with her flavor of the week, Jesse Owens.

Boys were a no-go.

Two years later, she was off to college, Barden University, full ride by her father, who is a faculty at Barden. Stacie went along with her, but with a full ride scholarship with her amazing high school grades. Barden had a weird rule about roommates, where everyone had their roommates select randomly by the housing office. That meant that she couldn’t room with Stacie, and she was bunked with Kimmy-Jin, the international student from Korea. Stacie had been roomed with a girl named Alisha, who stacie couldn’t stand. Stacie was literally trying to find a sorority just for their housing.

Chloe Beale had gotten her initials on her 16th birthday. She didn’t have one before her party, but somehow had one when she took a shower that night. It was a BM in bold letters. She had tried hard to find her soulmate, but couldn’t find anyone that was the ‘one’. She had dated a Bobby Markham, but his birth name was Robert, which made his initials RM, thus making it impossible for him to be her soulmate. But where was the rush anyways? She was still 17. She had college plus a few more years to figure out this whole soulmate thing.

She was off to Barden which had an amazing pre-vetrenary program. She met her best friend, Aubrey Posen during her first year biology class, and they had joined the Barden Bellas together soon after. She started dating Bay Matthews, a boy going to Georgia State at a party during the summer, but had broken up due to him being very possessive.

She had worked hard in the Bellas until her junior year, the senior Bellas that year were a bitch. The captain, Alice was the worst of them all. She bossed everyone around, and made Aubrey and Chloe do all the hard work. She was sick and tired of being bossed around like disposable objects. She had been so happy when the seniors graduated and they were finally the leaders of the group. She and Aubrey had decided to become co-captains instead of closing one leader for their group. After Aubrey and the puke incident, they were out of members and desperate to get freshmen on their team. During the activities fair on the quad, they had to ask so many girls to join, they couldn’t keep track. Although their determination, not a lot of people seemed to be interested. Chloe had almost given up when a beautiful brunette had walked past, not interested at first, but had taken their flier. She had said that acapella was lame, and that she didn’t even sing. That made Aubrey nearly puke, but Chloe had hope.

One day, she’s taking a shower, actually, hooking up in the shower with her flavor of the month or two, Tom, when she hears Davis Guetta’s Titanium sung by a beautiful voice. She stops mid kiss and walks out of her stall to try to find the owner of her beautiful voice.

“You can sing!” She’s surprised to see the brunette she had just seen at the activities fair in the afternoon.

“Dude!” She closes the curtains, but Chloe opens them back and asks her about how high her belt goes, and about how she should Jon the Bellas.

They sing together, and Chloe leaves the brunette’s shower stall with her boy toy. What she realizes is that she gad forgotten to ask her her name. All she had managed to see was the brunettes initials on her wrist, which had her initials, CB.

The day of the audition comes, and the brunette decides to arrive at the audition, and sings a song with cups at the end. She can tell that Aubrey is pissed at the fact that she was the best in all of the auditions, and Chloe convinces Aubrey to let her join the Bellas.

After the audition, she finds out that the brunette’s name is Beca Mitchell from the papers Chloe had asked her to fill out.

Beca Mitchell. Chloe’s already so interested in her.

They start with 10 girls on invitation night. The next day, two girls are dismissed, breaking their Bellas promise of not sleeping with a Treblemaker.

Beca didn’t think that shed be joining a female acapella group, and actually taking part in it. Her dad had told her that if she tried her first year, and she still wanted to become a DJ in LA despite trying hard to participate in college life, that he’d let her. That was the biggest reason that she had joined the Bellas, and second being that Chloe, the girl who had caught her at the activities fair, and barged into her shower, was kind of hot. Maybe some hot girl motivation couldn’t hurt. Right?

After the incident at the Semi-finals of the ICCAs, she was definitely getting banned from the group. They had fallen in third place after Beca had sung bulletproof during their set. Aubrey had gotten angry, and she had gotten accused of sleeping with Jesse by her. She was for sure banned from the group.

Thats what she thought, when she got a message from Chloe during the break. The Bellas were back in the Finals, and that she wanted Beca to join the practice on Monday. She thought she was going to be banned, so the message took her by surprise, but talking it through with her dad, she had decided she would go back to practice.

She walks into the auditorium 15 minutes late, when Aubrey is puking her head off, and all the girls are trying to get ahold of the pitch pipe.

She stops the whole argument, and the group shares an amazing moment and the next second, Aubreys tossing her pitch pipe over to Beca. She mis-catches it, and it lands in the pile of puke. Gross.

They head to the pool and have an impromptu mashup session where they find their harmony. They all hug, and Beca somehow catches a glance at Chloes wrist, which says BM. She tries to shake it off of her mind, but she fails.

Chloe had a BM on her wrist, and Beca has a CB. Could this mean that they could be soulmates? But Chloe hasn’t ever said that she was gay, and didn’t she have a boyfriend in the shower that day?

Beca tries to forget.

She really tries.

Beca didn’t believe in soulmates. At least that’s what she had thought. Right?

When she gets back to her dorm after practice one day, she tries to work on her mixes. She can’t seem to concentrate on anything. Chloe had looked at her more than usual, and Beca was getting nervous. Did she have something to say to her? Had she done something wrong?

Thats when she gets a knock on the door. Its usually Kimmy-Jin’s friends, so she lets the girl answer it, but to her surprise, what she hears next is a voice that belongs to Chloe.

“Hey Beca. Can I talk to you for a second?” She asks, and Beca looks at her from her desk.

“Yeah. Sure. What’s up?”

Chloe frowns, “Outside maybe?” Beca nods, getting up and walking out the room.

“What’s up?” Beca asks the ginger as she walks down the hall, and out the door, and she knows she’s heading to the Bellas house. The Bellas had a house, the house Tri Delta had used before moving to a new buildings. It was basically a sorority house, and they were allowed to move in from sophomore year.

“What’s up with you? You’re acting strange lately. “ Chloe says to her.

Beca shrugs. “Its nothing. N-nothing in general. “ She answers nervously.

“You saw my initials didn’t you?”

Shit. Had Chloe seen her that night?

“You did, huh?” Chloe says turning her wrist to show Beca. “Look, I saw yours in the shower that day. CB. Right?”

Beca nods, a bit more comfortable.

“And you’ve been thinking about this, correct?” She asks her. Beca nods again. “That we have each other’s initials.”

“I don’t even believe in soulmates…..”Beca mutters, looking into Chloe’s eyes.

“They don’t have to be relationships, you know.”

“Yeah, have you seen anyone with a soulmate friendship? They always end up dating, or getting married, or whatever. “Beca scoffs.

Chloe doesn’t say anything. She can’t find anything to say. She tries, but no words come out.

“See. And I don’t believe in this whole soulmates bullshit anyways. Can I go now?” She doesn’t wait for Chloes answer, and just leaves the building, leaving Chloe behind her. She doesn’t know why her aches so much, but she pushes her feelings down, and goes back to her room, crawls into bed, and lets her tears shed. Why was she crying right now?

Chloe stands there in silence, not being able to say anything. She doesn’t know how long she’s just standing in the doorway, until Aubrey comes back from her meeting with her professor.

“God, Chloe. You almost gave me a heart attack. Chloe? Chloe!” She holds on to her shoulder and shakes her.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just a bit tired.” She shakes it off, trying to escape from Aubrey’s tightening grip on her shoulders.

“Oh bullcrap. I know you so well Chloe.” She scoffs. “What’s wrong Chloe? Is it Tom? Because if he’s hurting you, I swear to god Chloe, I’m gonna kill him….”

“No no. It’s not Tom.”

“What is it then? Its Beca isn’t it? Oh my god Chloe. It is! What happened with ear monstrosities?”

“Nothing. Can you leave me alone?” She runs up to her room and slams the door shut, and bursting into tears. Why did she have to be like that to Aubrey? She knows she shouldn’t have, and she’s regretting it so much. And she shouldn’t have confronted Beca. Now she had ruined her relationship with Beca and Aubrey.

Somehow, she’s managed to fall asleep, and she’s woken up with a gentle knock on the door. “Chloe. I’m sorry about earlier. Can I come in?” She hears Aubrey’s voice. She gets out of bed, and opens the door.

“Chloe I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have stepped in. I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know.” She say, giving her a hug.

“I know Bree.” She sighs, burying her face in Aubrey’s shoulder.

“Do you like her Chloe?”Aubrey asks, and she doesn’t even need to answer. “I know Chloe. It’s okay.” She rubs her back as Chloe sobs into her shoulder.

Beca ’s about to miss two days of classes when her father comes in to her room. “Beca. Wake up. Beca?”

She flutters her eyes open. “Huh?”

“Beca. What’s wrong? I know you’re upset at me but you’re upset for a whole another reason. What’s up?”He asks.

“NOthinggggg. Just some soulmate bullshit.”

“Beca, are we talking about me and your mother, because…” He tries to start but Beca intervenes.

“No. It’s not about you and mom or you and Sheila. It’s about my soulmate. That is, if there is even one anymore.” She scoffs.

“Who do you think it is?”

“Chloe.”

“Chloe in the Bellas. Chloe Beale?” He opens his eyes wide. “Oh Beca. That’s great!”

“No it isn’t. I just messed up our whole friendship. I just yelled at her and ran off.” She says looking down.

“Oh Beca, go talk to her. You might even find out that she’s not even your soulmate.” He says patting her on her shoulder. “Now go talk to her or go to your philosophy class.” He says to her and leaves the room.

Now Beca had no choice. She had to go see Chloe. Right? She gets up, takes a shower and gets ready to head to the auditorium to find Chloe.

Chloe decided that she would keep skipping practice until she was okay, and that probably meant for eternity. That’s why she’s surprised, when she hears a knock at the door. It couldn’t be anyone other than Aubrey, right? But Aubreys at practice right now, and she always texts before she comes back, asking if she needed anything from the mini-mart. That meant someone else was at the door. Right? What if its a…..

“Chloe?” The door opens and Chloe jumps, but there she is, Beca Mitchell, standing in front of the doorway of Chloe’s room.

“Oh my god Beca! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” She says now trying to calm herself down. Her heart was pounding and it didn’t seem to stop. Was it her being scared, or was it because Beca’s here?

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I went to the auditorium, and you weren’t there. Aubrey gave me her keys and told me you were here.” She says as she slowly steps into the room. “I should’ve called. Or whatever….” She mutters, waiting for permission to come into the room. “I needed to talk to you.” Chloe shifts in her bed, making room for Beca to sit, and she takes it as an go sign to walk into the room.

“What’s up?” Chloe says in her most normal-im-okay-but-kinda-not tone.

“Soulmates.” She just says, looking at Chloe.

“Soulmates.” She repeats. “What about them?” She grips her fist tight, nails turning her palms white as she clutches. She’s nervous. She didn’t realize it until now, but she’s nervous. She’s nervous about what Beca is going to say. How it might change their relationship forever. How it might just come crashing down.

“What do you think about them? Do you believe in it?” Beca pauses. “Do you think we are?”

She’s been waiting for her to say this to hear her say it. She looks into her eyes. Beca’s beautiful blue eyes are twinkling. her tears are just barely there, right before spilling out of her eyes.

“Beca. I can’t. I can’t anymore…. I can’t pretend like we don’t have chemistry. Like we aren’t meant to be. I can’t do this anymore. Please tell me if I’m crazy, and I’m the only one feeling this between us. Because I’ll stop. I’ll stop if this is just me. So tell me. Am I the only one feeling our chemistry? The way sparks fly when we look at each other, how we slipped into it own world, that days in the shower? Tell me. please….” Chloe lets her tears spill out of her eyes, down her cheeks, and onto the comforter.

“Chloe….” Beca says, looking into her eyes, with her own tears down her cheeks. “I’m messed up. I’m damaged goods. You don’t want me….”

“I do though Beca. I really do. I can’t fight this anymore.”

That moment, no-one really knows what happens, or who kissed who first. It doesn’t matter anymore. Their lips touch, and their hands are around one another, and it’s perfect. No-one could break this moment.

“I love you Beca. I can’t help but love you.” Chloe smiles as she says so, lips still touching.

“I think I love you too Beale.” Beca chuckles.

“You THINK!? Beca THINK!? You don’t love me?” Chloe pouts, jokingly pushing her away.

“Yeah, yeah, fine. I love you Beale. There! Happy?” She says pecking her lip once again.

They’re kissing each other back and fourth, enjoying their moment together when they hear a knock on the door, and then the door opens.

“Finally. What took you so long?” Aubrey chuckles as she looks at them from the doorway.

“Nothing. Beca just had to realize that I was here.”Chloe chuckles as she pokes the younger brunette.

“Heyyyyyy!” Beca pouts, burying her face in Chloe’s hair.

“You two are disgustingly adorable. Don’t hurt her Beca. Or else, I’ll hunt you down and murder you. I’m not kidding.” Aubrey ays as she walks out.

“I love you too!” Chloe giggles kissing Beca’s head. “So are you going to come back to practice now?” She asks as she wraps her arms around Beca and pulls her down to her bed, making them lay down.

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, you’re gonna drag me to them now right?” Beca asks, lifting her head up, and looking at the ginger’s eyes.

“Yup. That’s totally going to happen. But don’t worry. It’ll be worth it.” She gives a quick peck on the lips. “So, does this mean you’re gonna be mine girlfriend?”

“Um…… I guess?”

“Um… YOU GUESS!? Seriously? Get out of my room!” She jokingly pushes the brunette off of her.

“Sorry! Sorry! I would love to be your girlfriend. “ She says to her, trying to not get pushed off of the bed.

“Awwwww. Yay!” She wraps her arms back around her.

“Love you too. “ Beca says laying back on top of her. She didn’t believe in soulmates before, but now she did, and it’s a good change for her. She knows she’s going to be so much happier, and maybe Barden wasn’t that bad after all.

She then realizes that Chloe’s a senior.

But right now, it doesn’t matter, she presses a gentle kiss on the ginger’s lips and closes her eyes, falling asleep.

#bechloe #soulmates au #pitch perfect fan drive #I didn't know how to end it #I tried #please forgive me #I hope y'all enjoy it #ppfandomdrive

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katslitg · 4 years

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how the open heart lis would react to you being pregnant. (obvs jackie’s pregnant in her scenario.)

Jackie Varma:

god she’d be pissed!!!!!!

“what do you mean positive??? check the other ten tests!!!!”

“jack, all of them say posi-“ “shut up!!!”

she’d be mad, mostly at herself for not being careful enough

pregnancy on top of money problems is rough

good thing you two already live together

wouldnt acknowledge it until she started showing

“dr varma, ure pregnant???” “yeah, just ignore it.”

shed ignore you at the beginning, not knowing what to do

“jackie, c’mon, you cant keep ignoring me! it takes to two to tango!” “i can and i will,”

when you finally force her to come shopping for baby clothes, supplies, furniture etc, she loves it

“omg look how adorable! can you believe our baby’s feet are this small!”

she’d become insecure further into the pregnancy

“what if im not going to be a good mom, hm?”

“don’t say that, jack, you’ll be a great mom,”

you two would move into the your room, since it had a better view and change her room into a nursery

the boys would help you put everything together.

“bryce, that’s not where its supposed to be- ykw forget it.”

“jesus, dr ramsey do you even know how to-“ bryce would shut up just seeing ethan give him a glare

“see i knew raf would come around to save the day” she’d flirt with him, making him blush

cutest mood swings ever!!!

“all im saying is he’s a fucking jerk and i- ohhh sienna are those donuts?”

jackie would get stressed at the weirdest moments, and you kiss her and cuddle with her to calm her down

“mc, you know i hate kids, why did this have to happen to us!!!!”

she’d slowly come to terms with the fact that she was going to become a parent

god giving birth would scare this woman, and trust me not a lot of things scare her

“mc, what if-“ “jack, breath, everything will be fine!”

when you two found out you’d have a daughter she smiled

“at least i wont have to deal with a little mc” she’d joke

when she got in labour she’d curse at everyone!!!

“AND YOU! YOU MC ARE THE WORST ONE HERE! GETTING ME PREGNANT AND THAN MAKING ME DO THE HARD PART I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”

“uhhh....”

after a couple of years, the three of you would move into a bigger apartment, still close to the hospital

god, your daughter absolutely lovessssssssss aunt sienna and uncle elijah!!!! these two dorks would hang around with her all the time

“dad, can i stay at aunt sienna’s after school?”

“she’s working today sweetheart but mommy will be there to pick you up”

you two would have some sweet, annoying nicknames for her

love, sweetheart, sugar, honey etc

Bryce Lahela:

he’d be excited and scared

he would freeze when he found the positive pregnancy test in his trashcan

“i wanted to tell you but seems like you already found out,”

he’d shut you out and be less loud at work

“bryce, please talk to me” “uhh, cant have a long shift today”

but one day you’d show up to his apartment, keiki opened the door

“oh hey keiki, is bryce home?” “yeah come in”

youd try to get him to talk but man he was not feeling it

“i just need some space mc,”

wouldnt even take a week for him to come over and apologize to you

“im just not sure if i’d make a good dad, i mean i had two bad examples growing up, what if i-“

youd cut him off with a kiss

“no need to stress, bryce, im certain you will make a great dad!”

you two would have to look for a bigger place, and also someone to fill your spot at the apartment

sienna, elijah and jackie would help you decorate the nursery

“jackie those colours do not match with the blankets i bought” sienna would say while jackie just rolled her eyes

“well maybe you shouldn’ve bought so! many! blankets!” jackie said while holding up multiple blankets

“guys please its mc and bryce’s child we can’t fight over this” elijah was the only one who would think rationally

when you found out you were having a son bryce almost jumped into the air

“a little bryce,,,,” he’d say with heart eyes, making you roll your eyes

when you went into labour, he’d be the one freaking out

“can’t believe im saying this when im the one in labour, but good god bryce calm down!”

uncle raf!!!!! aunt kyra!!!!!

rafael and kyra would absolutely adore your son!!!! theyd fight over whose turn it was to babysit

“kyra, you had him last weekend!” “but mc said he always talks about how fun aunt kyra is!”

“why dont you two take him to the park together? he loves both aunt kyra and uncle rafael equally” bryce would say, making the two adults reluctantly agree

“finally a moment alone with the woman of my dreams” he said the second they left, making you chuckle

keiki would hang out with your son. occasionally.

“aunt keiki can you read me a bedtime story?” “right. im aunt keiki.”

she’d love it secretly

Rafael Averio: (pretending sora doesnt exist here lol)

this man would beam with joy!!!

he had always dreamt of having a big family of his own

“youre pregnant?” “yeah.... i-“ he’d kiss you before you could even say anything else

would brag to everyone about it

“do you guys know im goin-“ “going to be a dad? yes raf you told us like a million times” his paramedic friends would say

it was even funnier when you saw how some people avoided him because of it

would not leave ur side

“jesus ever heard of personal space?” “oops sorry”

he’d be at ur apartment all the time

“raf, not that we don’t enjoy you being here but don’t you idk have other friends?” jackie would try to get him out of the house

sienna’d be fine with it since he would help her cook n bake stuff

“i didnt know you cooked!” “not really just some stuff i picked up from my grandma”

he’d sleep over at your apartment

when you got insecure he’d talk to you and make u forgot about it in a certain way ;)

“what if im not a good mom? or what if your fanily doesn’t approve of me?? oh good god this is not going how i imagined-“ “relax, you know my family loves you, now get over here”

you’d move in with him, and get someone to fill ur spot in the apartment

the two of you going to the senior center together!!!

“now edith you better not get to comfortable” you’d joke, earning a laugh from rafael

kyra and bryce would come over and help with the nursery, of course it was after the boys’ gym day so bryce dragged ethan with them

“hey gu- oh hey dr ramsey!” you’d say with a bright smile when you opened the front door.

“kyra not that i dont love you but what even is this?” “yeah i tried to make a blanket but as you can see it backfired”

“uhm ethan you sure that this is the color we picked out?” bryce would panic, knowing damn well they didnt do the one you asked them to do right

“well good thing aunt kyra did got the good color” she’d go get it from the car while the two men started at her in confussion

when you found out you were having a girl he got super excited

“a little mc running around the house” he’d say, already coming up with names

when you’d go into labour he’d put up a calm gentle persona while in reality he wanted to screammmmm

uncle bryce n aunt jackie!!!

u cant tell me bryce n raf havent become close friends

“hey dad can uncle bryce and aunt jackie stay for dinner?” “sweetie youre ignoring the rest of our guests”

even tho they would admit it bryce and jackie loved babysitting her

“do you want to come with uncle bryce?” “bryce thats enough its MY day!”

his family would come around often, bringing gifts every single time

his grandma would try to get him to propose, earning glares from him

when your daughter heard juliana say something along the lines of “when is the wedding” she’d get super excited!!!

“are you two really getting married??!!”

Ethan Ramsey:

you two would already be in an awkward position bc of the gwyneth thing

what was worse was that he admitted to not wanting to get married and have children

god, that little fight on the way to leland and at house took a toll on you, so when june came to check on you back in the hospital you told her

“so, youre pregnant?” “yeah” you’d sob

she wouldnt force you to tell her who the dad is, but it was obvious

before the fight you’d always come to the diagnostics team’s meetings with a smile on your face but now it was a neutral face or sometimes even a frown

soooo ethan found out. not directly from you, but from june, resulting in another fight

“you told june but not me?” “you dont even want kids i cant just casually bring it up!”

the awkwardness would be there for a while, im talking 2-3 months

“enough already! you two talk this out! not only is this bad enough for the two of you but also for me and baz! think about us! and our patients!” june’d snap one day

you’d talk it out, still awkward around each other

“jesus, ethan we can’t keep doing this, i have an appointment to check on the little one, you want to join?” you would try to keep the awkwardness at a certain level, he’d nod with a smile on his face

so when he found out he was having a son, he’d be happy, still very scared but very happy

“im sorry, mc. i acted as a jerk and didnt listen to your needs. i want to be in your and our baby’s lives.”

he’d ask you to move in with him, which you reluctantly agreed to, i mean there wasnt even enough space for a nursery in your apartment

sienna would invite herself and elijah over to help you with the nursery , since they knew about you two since that time after the hearing

“thank you, trinh,” ethan would say as he accepted the cookies she had baked

“i helped too. just so you know” elijah chimed in, earning a chuckle from you

god labour was the worst, you had to do an emergency c section since it was a bit too early for the baby to be born

so when they send your son off to the nicu, ethan would be there the whole time, very worried

“dr ramsey, you should go we’ll take care of him” the nurses would try to get him out of there with no luck, “no its fine i just want to stay here”

when you two could finally go home he would make sure to never youre side

“mc do you need anything? want me to bring you something to drink? maybe an extra blanke-“ “ethan shut uppppppppppppppppp its 3 am”

of course your friends would come over but not as often since they had to take care of their interns and stuff

uncle baz and aunt june!!!!!

“AUNT JUNE!!!!” he’d yell when you, june and baz picked him up from the daycare at the hospital

“wow so youre just ignoring uncle baz?” baz would act hurt, making the boy laugh

#hope this is sorta ok lmfao #open heart #jackie varma #bryce lahela #rafael aveiro #ethan ramsey #jackie x mc #bryce x mc #rafael x mc #ethan x mc #open heart hc #headcanon

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welcometotheocverse · 3 years

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What do your Gilmore Girls oc’s - as in, the ones related to the Gilmore’s, (Hope, Kit, etc), think of Jason and Lorelei’s relationship to him?

Um okay lesse.

Starting off with Amelia she’s not super keen on him. Unlike Max he doesn’t bother trying to get to know Lorelai’s kids and that rubs her the wrong way. She’s also already dealing with Luke impulse-marrying/haphazardly dating Nicole ( iirc? I gotta look up the timeline but I believe so) and is kinda “can you two just be single for one entire year??” She doesn’t know much about him but her impression of him is that he’s cut from the same Hartford cloth as her grandparents and she very much wonders what her mom sees in him ( and asks Rory as much when they’re hanging out just the two of them) Also the insistence of “date me. Please date me.” prior to his relationship with Lorelai absolutely spooks her and she’s constantly squinting like “do I Need to use the right hook dad taught me or nah?” and she might get some guys from the SHH football team to kick him out of the Firefly when he pulls the whole “im not leaving until you agree to get back with me” because being the Gilmore Danes Baby comes with perks.

El likewise is sorta...put off by how insistent he is? He also isn’t sure it’s a good idea to date him since he knows it was Emily and Richard’s horrible behavior that sent her to call him. ( “and like I don’t Do dating/romance but dating someone because your parents abuse you seems....like...like....not a good plan?” not that he says this to his mother of course but he does say it to Brad. It should also be noted that out of all my Rory sibling ocs Elliot is one of the fastest to Actively call Emily and Richard abusive in re to their behavior to Lorelai. So he understands a bit of how that interplays with Lorelai’s behavior and dating Jason but all the same...he’s not thrilled. ) Elliot also actually liked Max and was pretty upset by how that all ended so he’s not open to his mom dating another guy that might or might not keep around. And again, Jason canonically doesn’t really make an effort to get to know Rory so El doesn’t know him from a hole on the ground and sorta mistrusts him tbh. Everything from the fact that he works for Richard to the whole “your mother hates me so you should date me” ( which El’s just...he kinda sees it as Jason using Emily and Lorelai’s history in his favor and he’s...not a fan.) just puts him on edge tbh and he’s sad for his mom when it doesn’t work out but also lowkey relieved.

Hope is super protective of Lorelai like to the nth degree ( understandably so tbh) and understands on a personal level how parental abuse can leave you wanting to date people who really aren’t worth your time and energy and the why of it all. That being said both in spite of that and because of that she’s so so not here for his insistence and has considered pulling Lorelai aside and being “I love you but from one Gilmore Girl to another, anyone who you date after one of mom’s flagellations should be considered the same as someone you chose to date while drunk.” ( but is also afraid that will push Lorelai away from her and she...Lorelai and Rory are the only family that haven’t hurt her so it’s messy yknow) She very much gives him a shovel talk and lowkey thinks his only redeeming quality is he wanted to tell Emily and Richard about them ( she understands more than anything not wanting to tell their parents...anything tbh because like Lorelai says “ When something good happens to me, I'm just afraid you're gonna make me feel bad about it nd when something bad happens to me, I’m always afraid you’ll say “I told you so.“ but she’s also “Lore...you can’t just keep hiding this from them it’ll come out and badly”) She’s overall pretty unimpressed by him and is very concerned by the fact that Lorelai chose to date him. She pretty much warms him upfront that if he’s trying to mess with Lorelai or take advantage of the fact that Emily messes with Lore’s head they’ll never f-ing find his body.

Sofia likewise is incredibly protective of Lorelai and like on instinct distrusts anyone that her parents ( Richard and Emily) like so she’s pretty much “nope don’t trust him” from the get go. She’s mostly just glad Emily has someone to be a b-tch to that isn’t her and/or Lorelai (”she’s giving him the tripple freeze, makes it a lot warmer where we’re sitting”) She thinks the fact that he thinks Richard and Emily won’t ruin his relationship with Lorelai is sorta naive?( like “of course they will. We’re seasoned Gilmore Daughters. We know this”) But also that pursuing it is sorta dumb. She’s pretty cold towards him when they start dating but is also incredibly incredibly disgusted by his parents tbh and jesus she just hates that entire family and the fact that her father will associate with them. About the only good thing that comes from that arch from her is she gets a bit of a softer view of her mother since she actually knows the separation happened because of Emily asking Richard not to sue Jason after Lorelai begged him not to.

But also she ( this very soft spoken and quiet little girl who in s1 would cry if someone glared at her) basically tells him to get out of her sister’s inn before she grabs a gardening shovel from the tool shed when he pulls the thing at the inn.

Kit is probably the one who has the least unfavorable opinion about him? Like he doesn’t really know him that well and because of how badly Richard treats him ( and Emily sometimes) he’s really not that bothered by his mom dating someone in the merits of “it’ll piss the Harford Gilmores off” like tbh he sorta gets it. He does get “lmao nope” when he pursues Lorelai at the inn and is actually the one to tell Luke Jason and Lore aren’t together and might be the one to make the call that his condo was on fire and considers getting a baseball bat tbh. But until then he’s pretty indifferent towards him.

But also he’s absolutely disgusted with how Richard treated him like “that was his partner?? And he sold him down the river?? For people that screwed him ( Richard) over?? He tanked this guys business to keep all the money with that other rich asshole??” ( keeping in mind Kit is the one with the worst relationship with Richard and the one who gets treated the worst by Richard. And also that growing up with mostly blue collared people rich assholes ( tm) screwing over a new business is really something about the Hartford Elite/upper circles that he really abhors.) So mostly he’s just focused on how horrible everyone involved in that lawsuit is and is like “anyways im so glad im not involved with y’all because I’m The Dumb Gilmore and didn’t need a college fund” and pretty much just rants/talks to Tristan about it like “anyways babe you won’t believe what The Jackwagon Allegiance did this time-”

So like tbh none of them like Jason much and they absolutely are “yeah but how bout no tho” when he gets uber pushy and their opinion absolutely plumets when the stuff goes down in Raincoats And Recipes.

But a lot of them ( Kit and Hope in particular) also incredibly disgusted with how Richard treated him and how the whole thing was handled ( Floyd calling PIs on his son? Asshole Move. Floyd suing Richard over petty shit? Asshole Move. Basically everything that followed? Asshole Moves.) and all of them are also pretty critical of how Richard told Lorelai she only cared about her boyfriend when she in fact broke up with Jason over him not droping the lawsuit ( Elliot who in Tristan’s words is “a bit of a paragon( affectionate)” might actually tell him about it and remind him that maybe he should say sorry in his very soft but not unsure Elliot way which might mean that Richard apologizes to Lorelai bc honestly i need it) so they also don’t give him much thought past “why did Lorelai date him again?” and don't pay him much mind until the events of the s4 finale.

Honorary mention: Lily St James who grew up with abusive parents ( and thereforeis never here for Any toxic bullshit from Anyone), sees Lorelai as a second mom, and has zero chill punches him in the face when he shows up at the inn and pretty much was “nah” from the start so...there’s that.

#my ocs #Gilmore Girls ocs #asks

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WHAT IF THIS HAPPENED (AU) CH. 6 Part 2/?

A/N: CONTINUATION OF PART 1!

Tagging @totalfictionprincess @elizaglad @turtlesandalpacas @kanakalala458 @justconfusedperiod @aesthetically-feisty @apocalypticdetention @scriberated @bluecandy91 @calibansprincessx @perfect-ginger-maniac @xxspacequeennxx @calibanswhore

CAUSE SQUAD XX

SUMMARY: Sabrina is crowned Queen of Hell. Then she reveals a shocking surprise to everyone.

CHAPTER 6: THE CORONATION

CHAPTER 6 PART 1|

SABRINA POV

The drawing room was dimly lit even with the many torches covering the corners of the slightly big but expansive space. It was a wide area covered with stone slabs. One large bookcase is dedicated to one side of the wall then on the opposite end of the room was, as usual a significantly large blazing fireplace. There were some paintings around the walls, but in the middle was a long circular table. There were 4 couches, 2 long c-shaped couches on each end of the table and the other two straight on each side of the fireplace. The only other things in the room were 2 circular tables and other chairs fit for any small studies or meetings.

Near the main sitting area, Lilith was in the middle of it on a stray chair Minion pulled out next to the table. Couch 1 (top right of the table) had Aunties, Ambrose, & Doctor Cee. Couch 2 which was right across from them, consisted of The Fright Club: Harvey, Roz, Theo and Robin. Couch 3 which was on the right of the fireplace, had Prudence, Dorcas and Nick. The last couch only consisted of Dorian since I guess he wanted a couch to himself.

Lilith began to rise up from where she was sitting, as she saw me and Caliban arrive into the room. The others mainly Harvey and Nick were about to get up as well but Lilith motioned them to stay where they were sitting.

“Now it is my pleasure to announce that our Queen and King have arrived. Welcome Queen Sabrina and King Caliban.” Lilith told everyone in the main sitting area as Caliban and I were walking towards them.

“Thank you for waiting for us everyone. I’m sorry that it took awhile and I’m not going to mention anything since it has already been dealt with. Now I’m sure most of you have questions for us and we’d like to answer them. But let me and Caliban settle in before we start. ”

After I said this, I motioned to Minion who pulled out a loveseat for me and Caliban. Both Caliban and I sat down near to her and settled down into our seat.

Now that we were both comfortable, a thousand voices started to spring out at once.

“Silence.” Lilith commanded the room.

“Thank you Lilith. Now, one person at a time please and I want this to be a good discussion but civilized as well. I think I saw Aunt Zelda speaking first so you’re up.”

“Sabrina Rhea Spellman Morningstar. I can’t believe you did not inform me nor your Aunt Hilda here that you got married. Now explain yourself please.” Aunt Zelda said in her warning tone that still gives me the chills and you know she’s mad when she used my full name.

“Well what had happened Aunt Zee, me and Caliban were researching in the library awhile back to find a spell on saving Roz. He then initiated a proposal to me that we should work together during the final regalia and also included that we should get married.”

“I’m sorry to interject but what kind of proposal did he come up with?” Dorian interrupted looking forward to the dramatics.

I looked at Caliban and nodded at him for him to answer Dorian’s question.

“My proposal to Sabrina was that we aligned and ruled hell together. That may also include marriage and we both had conditions for this as well. My conditions were that I was the enforcer while she was the voice of reason, both of us ruling equally, Sabrina moving to Hell while also continuing her studies at the academy & the mortal realm.”

“And where will Sabrina be staying when she moves to Hell?” Aunt Zelda added.

“Well of course as my wife, we would share a room.” Caliban answered obliviously to the tension he just now caused with his response (lmao).

Then suddenly, both Nick and Harvey began to freak out over what Caliban had just told everyone. They looked pissed beyond reason, shocked, lingering feelings that they had for me even though both have moved on, slightly returned. This seething jealousy that struck upon them after I gave my announcement on my marriage. It’s weird seeing them this way but after all the shit I’ve had gone through between both of them. I’m oddly satisfied with their reactions but also feel a tiny bit bad. That’s probably my inner Morningstar making me feel that way.

Nick began to throw a jealous fit. But before he could stand up against Caliban who had tensed up beside me. Lilith threatened Nick, not wanting to deal with the problems he might cause. She was not against kicking him out of the room if it would prevent any blood shed.

Caliban after calming down looked towards me flashing a smile. I smiled back and decided to resolve the situation he made.

“Yes, we are sharing a room together even if we’re not in a romantic relationship since that’s part of our agreement. But my conditions also included that earth will not be the tenth circle of hell, there will be no enslavement of people. I will still continue my mortal studies while also helping my aunties with the academy. And that we both will be reforming hell together.”

“Okay but when did this whole thing occur exactly?” Prudence and Dorcas both were curious about this.

“Before we went back to the academy, I took us to the greenhouse behind the academy. We did a ritual before we came to ask Ambrose for help.”

“That still doesn’t explain the fact that you’ve gotten married Sabrina and not even asking our permission is even mindblowing to say the least. Hilda do you have anything to add to this?” Aunt Zee asked Aunt Hilda.

“Dearie, I’m awfully disappointed that you didn’t inform me or any one of us on this happening. But to Caliban, I am warning you that if you do anything to my niece well there will be heaven to pay for it. You are still invited to our family dinners of course. Favorites for all.”

“Ambrose, what did they mean when they asked you for help?”

“To answer your question Aunt Zee, they needed help to officiate their wedding and I decided to help them out.”

Everyone but The Fright Club plus Caliban & I, yelled, “WHAT?!”

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While that conversation was going on, tensions were also rising between Harvey and Roz.

“Harvey, why was your reaction like that when you heard Brina here sharing a room with Caliban?” Roz questioned him.

Harvey looked at her, sighing.“Roz, you already know I hate his guts since the accident with his fake spell. I was shocked.”

“Harvey, what do you mean by fake spell? You keep mentioning it but you never explained.” Roz said in a nervous tone.

“Please, we’ll talk about this later but not now. There are still matters here that clearly need to be discussed.” Theo interrupts their conversation.

“Yeah, they do. Sabrina, you didn’t tell us anything. I thought we were supposed to be your best friends. How are we even supposed to trust him when we barely know who he is? How are we supposed to trust you?!” Harvey said, raising his voice.

There’s so many conversations going at once I can’t help but feel extremely overwhelmed. How am I supposed to face everyone? I felt Caliban grabbed my hand as he began to stand up from our loveseat. He briefly looks down before speaking.

“Can I have everyone’s attention please? My wife here wants to speak but won’t be able to, if all of you don’t calm yourselves down. And if not, then we can end this meeting now. Unless any of you… *looks towards Nick and Harvey* have any objections on what I’ve proposed then I will personally deal with the consequences myself.”

Before I let any of them make any arguments, I stood up next to Cal.

“The only reason, I didn’t tell any of you was because I feared that if I did, you all might've been put in danger with everything going on. I didn’t want to take the risk of Lucifer, or well my Father finding out. Not to mention, all the problems we were having with the Pagans and Faustus and his group of worshippers. It was too much at stake and not enough time. I really am sorry but this was the only way I could make sure everyone would be safe.”

I saw a look of understanding pass through everyone else in the room and I was filled with relief. Even though I knew Nick and Harvey were still mad at me. At least the rest seemed to be happy with my reasoning and calmed down.

But there was always Nick, who still seemed unsatisfied with this outcome.

“As if this isn’t what you wanted since we broke up, Spellman. Or even when we were still dating and at the circus, I said it before to Dorian and to you at the academy. And you were against it. This is clear proof that you lied about it all. I bet this proposal was actually made a long time ago. It wouldn’t surprise me. You always had a holier than thou attitude and always seem to never think of others than yourself. There is also your so-called husband, who probably is only with you for power. And you let him because you’re nothing but a backstabbing cheating bitch.” He called out coldly.

Caliban immediately stood up in front of Nick and shoved him against the wall. His face clouded with anger. “You can speak all you want against me, Warlock but never towards my wife. You have your own problems and maybe you should deal with them the way you always do. Your drugs and sex demons but this is my domain and starting today there will be no disrespect torwards Sabrina. I am King and she is my Queen and if she won’t go against you then I definitely will.”

Prudence and Aunt Zelda stood up as well and decided that enough was enough.

“I think it’s time we leave before you get hurt Nicky. We are not at home here. At least not today. Sabrina, thank you for inviting us and remember if you ever want to talk or any *advice* Dorcas and I are always free.”

“Now coven and extras, it is time to return. Lilith, if you will kindly show us the way out… And Sabrina and Caliban, come to the house for dinner. We still have many things to discuss but as a family.” Aunt Zelda announced to everyone in the room.

Lilith motions to Minion but before he could usher everyone out, Dorian slides off the couch from where he was laying. “You mean to tell me that it's over? No more of a show? It was just getting interesting. Well in any case, maybe any of you can help me with my deformities?”

“Dorian for the love of heaven, do not start with me.” Lilith answered.

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Lilith and company left the drawing room so Caliban and I were the only ones left in the room.

After they left, there was still tension lingering in the air from what happened earlier. Caliban was sitting by the fireplace and he was still brooding over the Nick situation. I walked over to where he was and sat next to him. He had his hand pressed to the corner of his mouth and still tensed over the argument.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

He immediately shot himself forward and looked at me in confusion.

“What do you mean? What kind of husband would I be if I wasn’t defending your honour? I vowed to you that everything between us would always be equal. Him offending you is no different than offending me. I did what anyone in my position would do. Sabrina, please don’t ever feel the need to face things on your own... I might've not needed to but I genuinely wanted to.”

I don’t think I'll ever be used to this side of Caliban. Never thought a couple weeks ago things would escalate like this. Even more surprising was that my heart would start beating so fast all the time whenever I’m around him.

“Still, it was very kind of you. And not just about Nick. This whole time you've been incredibly supportive and protective. I don't know if I would have survived the Trials or facing my Father, and now my family and friends about our marriage.”

“At the very least we have the support of your Aunt Hilda, your cousin and his lady.” Caliban says, grinning.

“I guess this is the best time as any about our relationships and where we stand amongst, other things. Also your comment about us sharing a room with my Aunt Z.”

“We have definitely been pushing this conversation long enough but we have also gotten closer. You know I will always stand by your side and the choice is yours on where you want us to be.”

“That’s true we have delayed this long enough and I’m glad we’re finally able to have a chance to talk about everything.”

“Why don’t we go take a walk Princess since it’s good to take a breather once and awhile. Especially conversing with everyone earlier.”

Caliban and I stood up from where we were and began to walk out of the room.

“Do I get a hint on where you are taking us to?” I asked him curiously as I followed his lead while we were walking.

“No. But you might be familiar with it later on once we get there, dear wife.” Caliban gave me a smirk.

Once he teleported us into what seemed like an almost deserted plain with the only thing in sight was a stone arch with tall walls I couldn’t dream of seeing over. Caliban looked at me and then clasped my hand with his as we continued on with our walk. Usually our hands would linger near each other, but Cal actually initiated us holding hands. I guess this is me overthinking it but I think he was waiting for me to initiate things since he wants to go at my pace. In a way it was very sweet of him to let me take charge but I can admit that I don't mind him leading the way.

The deserted plain that we ended up at first, later took us to this huge confusing labyrinth maze.

Which gives me more time to think about my relationship with Caliban. I didn’t expect our relationship to turn out this way due to our first meeting at the Shores of Sorrow. There was this initial spark/attraction that I had with him when we first talked. But when he finally revealed himself that he was the Prince of Hell, I was furious. Like who was this guy to challenge me for my birthright? Even though, at first I wanted nothing to deal with anything related to being a Morningstar.

But due to him challenging me for the claim to the throne, I ended up accepting for what I have long pushed away. Making me realize that I was able to fully embrace my Morningstar side. There was the first challenge which reflecting now, I could have done some things differently. Finding Herod’s Crown was easy with Ambrose helping me. But when I gave it to Ambrose to let him research the crown’s properties, that’s when everything went downhill.

I was so mad that Cal didn’t even help with the whole King Herod attacking us situation and stole the crown from right under me. But giving him that slap on the face was nice since he was pretty arrogant when he won.

Caliban gave my hand a squeeze and was okay with the silence around us since he probably had a feeling that I needed to think about a few things. I gave him a smile back and just enjoyed being in each other’s presence. The walk through the maze ended up being easier than what I thought it would be. Cal ended up leading us to a shortcut and now we were on a pathway somewhere.

I didn’t realize this at the time but Nick was kind of right. Thanks to Dorian being the club gossip, he told me about how I ended up getting a new suitor and now said suitor is currently my husband (lol).

Now the second challenge ended up being entirely different than what I realized head on. Pontius Pilate captured me and along the way, Caliban was already imprisoned. I was still angered by the fact he cheated during the first challenge. I guess egging him on about his cheating and wondering if he would have some dignity for his actions, made him realize some things.

So to my surprise when Caliban volunteered himself to take the 100 lashes for me, of course I was in shock.

Like why would he do that for me when we were fighting against each other for the regalia. And he said that since I was the Queen of Hell, I shouldn’t be debased in that way. Reflecting on his actions that he does have honor and I was too cute for scars, I may have looked indifferent on the outside. But internally, I was trying not to fawned over him saying that about me and he was very flirtatious with me even as he was being taken away.

Even Barrabas who saw our interaction since he was there for it all, him saying your lover’s sacrifice was noble and pointless. I denied the fact that Caliban (at the time) was not my lover. But after we set the plan in motion that Barrabas & I would glamour each other. Which then I was able to steal the bowl out of Pontius’ hands. I still felt bad that I left Caliban after I ran away with the bowl.

To my shocking surprise after Lilith announced I won the second challenge, he came walking in shirtless and was pretty dusty. He repeated to me what I said to him about dignity and honour. He cheated in the first challenge and I did the same to him.

Needing to take a breather from my progressing thoughts, I noticed that Caliban took us to the forest where Dorian Gray wanted the flower for his deformities. As we were walking to the middle of the forest, he suddenly stopped walking.

I gave him a look of confusion, “Cal, why did we stop walking?”

“I think we’ve been walking long enough so I wanted to get a rest in. Also there was something I wanted to ask from you.”

“Okay, so ask me then.”

“Is there any possibility of us having a relationship outside of a political alliance?”

“Hmmm maybe.” Letting him tweedle over my answer.

“So what if we give it a test then? I’ll take us on a honeymoon and maybe have a first date.”

“A honeymoon? Well we are married but how are we going to explain this to my Aunties and everyone else?”

“You could tell your aunts that you’ll be on a field trip for a couple days but in reality we’re on our honeymoon. Which you will not know the location until we leave for it.” He told me while giving me his cheeky boy smirk.

“Ohhh surprise. I’m interested, I can't wait.” While giving him a smirk grin of my own. .

“You know, you never answer my question about the rooms.”

Strangely enough, Cal looked down. I could swear that he was blushing but it seemed so out of place in someone like Caliban.

“Well I just thought it was obvious, now that we are King and Queen we of course would switch our chambers and… well we are married. We are gonna have to make it ‘official’ soon.”

“Ugh Caliban, don’t joke… I mean yeah but-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. Part of me wanted to die of embarrassment and the other side already knew. And I felt excited. But I had to look down as I tried to hide the redness on my cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass or surprise you, my Queen. I thought you were aware.”

“What, I’m not embarrassed!”

Lies. And of course Caliban would already be catching onto this.

“Then how come you won’t even look at me. Unless-” He put one hand under my jaw, pulling me closer until we were just a breath apart.

Before I could even respond or get away, he pulled apart and flashed me a teasing smile.

“Actually it’s getting later, we need to get ready. Can’t leave a bad impression on your beloved Aunties.”

“You’ve already left a bad impression that I doubt would go away after one dinner but you are right… Wait no, Caliban you changed the subject!”

Before I could argue with him for his teasing, he puts his arms around me and teleporting us to an unknown corridor.

“Where have you taken us now, Caliban?” I said glaring at him.

Even if I was still reeling about earlier, I couldn’t help but admire what I thought would be a simple corridor. Everywhere you saw an assortment of macabre decor on the silver damask designed black walls. All leading to a gothic gold trimmed Arched Double door, reminiscent of an old storybook castle.

I was completely fascinated.

“Caliban, where are we exactly?”

“I’m sure Deumos will appreciate her more ‘simple’ work on the corridor. As it is, she told me that the real work she put in was in our private new chamber.”

I turned to look at him, seeing he had a pleased look on his face.

“This is.. Ours?”

“And no one else’s. Shall we go in?”

After Cal opened the entry, I couldn’t help but be enchanted. How was it possible that this was our chamber? It was almost as big as the Drawing Room. It was clear that the room was made for royalty. A massive black cherry wood king bed that’s centered right in the middle, with a crimson sheer laying on top a Victorian canopy and a fine black silk cover.

White pillows with red embroidered roses setting an amazing contrast with the black it laid on. On each side by the bed there were two separate black rimmed closet doors. Each of our names engraved in gold on a door. And the walls were painted with the story of all of hell’s seven punishments. A roaring fire was placed opposite of the bed, filling the room with warmth.

On the right side of the room was a bookcase filled with tomes that me or Caliban could spend the night reading on the dark leather couch. But the most impressive part was the balcony on the left of it all. The moment I walked out on the balcony, I could see all of hell. At that moment, I couldn’t help but feel like a real Queen.

As I turned to return inside the room I could see Caliban with a letter in his hands.

“Deumos says she hopes we love our coronation gift. It is amazing, is it not?”

“More than I could ever dream of, honestly. But we still have to get ready, Caliban. And we still have to talk about how we should act at the dinner.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “What exactly do you mean? Are there going to be rules, my Queen?”

“Well, my King-”, I said mockingly to him. “There will be rules actually. Like for one, you can’t by any means provoke or taunt any of my family. Two, we won’t talk about my past love life. And three, no flirting, taunting or embarrassing me.”

“I swear to you, Princess I will not provoke your aunties or your cousin. I will not bring up any of your love life. And I will not taunt or embarrass you. Happy?”

As I started to walk towards my closet, I flashed him a smile.

“Yes, that makes me very happy actually.”

As I was about to enter the doors to change, I heard Caliban behind me.

“Sabrina love, you know you are the only one I truly love to tease.”

The moment I realized what he said, I almost tripped over. I couldn't believe he said that but before I could respond. He disappeared into his own closet. My heart was pounding.

Caliban was definitely gonna be the death of me.

#caos #caos part 3 #calbrina #calbrina fics #caliban x sabrina #sabrina x caliban #caliban #prince caliban #sabrina spellman #chilling adventures of sabrina #stardust-22 #stardust 22 #what if this happened au

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Roguish Women Part 7

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 7: Some light is shed on why Kate is constantly on the run.

Grace was hunched over a ledger when Kate burst in through the doors. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” She remarked.

“I don’t have much time.” Kate glanced over her shoulder; afraid someone had followed her to the pub. “But I wanted to say my goodbyes to you in person and hoped that you would pass them along to the rest of the family.”

“Goodbyes? What on Earth are you talking about?” Grace looked alarmed.

“Really, I did quite enjoy our talks together. You helped the time pass by faster in this…wonderful city. And I wanted to warn you. Warn you that, Tommy.” Kate shook her head. “That isn’t a path you want to go down. Trust me I know what getting into this life entails. Once you’re in, you never get out of it. So, I’d run while you still have both legs.”

“Kate, sit down and talk to me, you’re about to faint!” Grace stood and pulled up a chair for her.

“I can’t stay, really I-”

The doors opened and Kate reacted instinctually. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at the doors.

Tommy put his hands up defensively. “I can’t walk into me own pub without getting shot?” He joked half-heartedly.

“Tommy, talk to her, she’s run in here talking nonsense.” Grace waved him over, her brow furrowed.

“What’s going on?” Tommy went to walk over but paused. He locked the doors behind him just in case there really was danger lurking around the corner.

“I need to leave,” Kate explained cryptically.

“Why?”

“Because I just do!” She huffed anxiously. “You take the information I gave you, free of charge. Forget about me and let me go on my way.” Her mind was racing. Where on Earth would she go? There were very few hiding spots she had left unless she ventured even further East. She wondered if Australia was far enough.

“Kate. What happened? Are you in danger?”

“Sit down.” Grace urged and placed a hand on Kate’s shoulder.

She hoped she wasn’t wasting precious time by sitting down. “I received a letter from an old-I don’t know how you would describe our relationship. Maybe an enemy, who cares. I received a letter from him and I know what he’s after.”

“What is he after?” Grace sat back down beside Kate.

“Me.” She swallowed and looked at her hands. “My father was in so deep in Boston. He had nothing left and the people he had taken money from were closing in on our family. So, he made a deal with them. Six months to get the money back in full, plus interest. If that failed, then I would be betrothed to the head of the family, Santo Leoni.”

“I’m guessing you skipped town before those six months were up,” Tommy said.

Kate nodded with a grim expression. “There was no point waiting around for my father to fail. Figures he wouldn’t put his own life on the line, rather he’d use his daughter as a bargaining chip. That’s the kind of man he was. I knew he’d never get the money so I left for France. Now Santo’s found out where I am.”

“How?” Grace looked to Tommy as if he’d have any answers.

She shook her head. “I haven’t the faintest. I thought I was in the clear a long time ago but I guess I’ve let my guard down too soon. I should’ve known he would catch up to my one of these days.”

“Well even if he knows where you are, it doesn’t matter.” Grace insisted. “He can’t force you to marry him.”

“Santo always gets his way,” Kate replied with a bitter smile. “So, I should be on my way before he catches up.”

“You can’t just run the rest of your life,” Grace argued. “Tommy, you have to do something.”

The Blinder paused, considering the consequences of pissing off an American mafia leader. He was chomping at the bit to claim his kingdom. Map out the territory that he could rule with an iron fist. But was he willing to go to bat for a young woman who had been promised to someone with more power than him? “No, Grace is right.” He spoke without really thinking. The war had subdued his good nature, the romantic in him that still believed in knights in shining armor. Men who saved the day, helping damsels in distress. But that part of him hadn’t been snuffed out completely. “You’re under the protection of the Peaky Blinders.” He said steadily.

Kate got a very bad feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and bubbled up to her throat. A sour taste spread across her tongue. She didn’t want to run across the globe for the rest of her life. Constantly looking over her shoulder in case there were enemies near. But would she risk the lives of people she knew very little of? People who had, in their own way, taken care of her? Putting them up as collateral when she was the one to blame for her circumstances. “If anyone was to get hurt because of me-”

“I think you’ll find that we’re very resilient.” Tommy interrupted. “As long as you live in Birmingham, no one will harm you.”

“Your confidence could be the end of you, Tommy Shelby,” Kate warned.

The man just shrugged.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two men stood outside of Kate’s apartment that night and the night after. Still, it didn’t feel like enough protection. She was grateful, but she knew that Santo didn’t like when people stood in his way. He had a tendency of thinking very little about human life. Those who didn’t matter to him were like gnats. Easily swatted down without a second glance.

The night after receiving the letter, Kate suffered a horrible nightmare. One she thought she’d escaped a long time ago.

Back in the alleyways of Boston. She carried only the bare essentials in a small bag. Nothing to weigh her down. She was only half a block from her flat when she heard a loud explosion. Fear told her to keep moving but she couldn’t help but look back. Her building was engulfed in flames. Other tenants started to scream as they became trapped in the inferno.

Over the chaos of shrieks and glass shattering, Kate heard his voice.

“Micina. Don’t make me come and hunt you down.” He called out into the night. “You can run to the ends of the Earth and I’ll still find you.”

Kate tasted ash on her tongue as she jerked awake. The echoing sounds of crying and his taunts flooded her. She hunched over her knees and rocked herself to try and comfort her anxious mind. Maybe Birmingham was the end of the Earth. And Santo had kept his promise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You don’t look well,” Grace commented gently.

Kate spent her time either in the betting shop or in the Garrison after getting the letter. That way, she always had a watchful eye over her. Tommy had his hands full with Kimber but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep his promise. Especially since Grace insisted that he step up and make sure the woman was kept safe.

“I didn’t sleep much last night,” Kate admitted.

“It’s alright to feel scared.”

She simply nodded and tried to put on a smile.

Grace yawned and went back to her ledger.

Kate propped up her feet on a nearby chair and leaned back a bit. “You don’t seem too well rested either.” She noted. "You've been yawning all day."

A hint of a smile crossed Grace’s face. “I suppose I didn't get much sleep either.”

Kate caught onto her coy nature. “Well, out with it. What were you up doing last night?” She coaxed.

The blonde woman laughed and shook her head, keeping her eyes down sheepishly. “I spent the night with Tommy.” She confessed.

Kate’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Yeah?” She nudged her friend’s shoulder playfully. “He wasn’t cold to the touch, was he? Still has a beating heart?” She teased.

“No, no, he was very…warm.” Grace’s fair cheeks began to blush at the memory of the night before. The way Tommy held her so tenderly. It was a far cry from the man he was on the streets.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” She noted. “It’s about time, don’t you think? What’s next, then?”

“Oh, I dunno.” Grace tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and tried to keep her eyes on her handwriting but couldn’t concentrate.

“Well, you’ll end up together don’t you think?”

The smile was torn from Grace’s lips. Her eyes stared blankly at the ledger beneath her hand. “No, no, I don’t think so.” She whispered somberly.

“Why?”

Grace stood up suddenly. “They’ll be here soon.”

Kate turned around in her chair. “For what?”

“They’re taking out Billy Kimber today.”

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Can I request a story about a girl that runs away from home angst angst angst! And then meets Andy and Bill but Bill has a gf but fights with her and he hits on the girl and maybe they even hook up but Bill is seen with his gf again and the girl feels stupid.... angst and smut and fluff. This might be like too much for one drabble. You are a 👸 and I 💕❤️😍🥰.

Gif is @godfreysteel

This is a really involved request so I’m breaking it into 2 parts. Here’s PART 1.....

Randi has been my best friend since Junior High. We had been attached at the hip, right up to a little over a year ago, when her Aunt died and left her a house in Hollywood. She moved out there, begging me to come but I had a perfect boyfriend that begged me not to go, and since he was a new doctor, it wasn't as easy to move for him. As soon as Randi left, he insisted I move in with him since he was worried about me living alone and my lease was up. He had such a pretty house it was tempting, but i still was hesitant. He said he understood and just loved me so much that he worried. I was actually very flattered he held me in such high regard. He was a gorgeous wealthy doctor, from a prominent family, and I was nothing special.

When he bought me an Afghan Hound puppy I named Danger, I was overjoyed. Since my apartments didn't allow dogs and he was hardly ever home to keep Danger company, it was only logical to move to his home. I didn’t think twice about it. And he was being so accomodating and enthusiastic, I couldn’t help but get affected by it. He told me to donate all my old stuff, and we’d get all new stuff together to start our new life. He was from a really rich family, so money was not an issue for him. He actually called it a non-issue, which as time progressed I learned was his way of saying it wasn't up for discussion.

Non-issues could be positive or negative talking points where he had made the decision for us. Most of the time, they benefited me, or appeared to be for my best interest. For instance; my job.

I actually had met my boyfriend at my job. I worked at a gym checking people in, but considering our turn over, I was often called in to cover or train new hires. His time was limited and he felt very strongly about spending what little free time he had together. The entire month, I’d been forced to come in for one reason or another, and although he made it clear his displeasure, he still surprised me with a wonderful 1 year anniversary gift of two weeks in Hawaii. I was so excited to go until my job informed me it wasn’t possible. When I told my boyfriend the news, he told me to give notice and I could find something else when we returned. It was a bit crazy and irresponsible, but I threw caution to the wind and he was so happy I had chosen him. The trip also made me miss my first week of school, but my boyfriend said that a little time off wouldn’t kill me and I had thought he was kidding and enrolled anyway, willing to just make up my lost week. Not having a job or any bills, would make it that much easier to catch up on.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I had someone that was truly in my corner. My friends thought I was the luckiest girl in the world and even I felt like it was insane, driving up to my huge home on a golf course, that I had decorated with my doctor boyfriends money. The fact he looked like a model only made it that much more surreal, eventhough he was a bit intense. Intense might be the wrong word. Possessive maybe? But I didn’t think of it as a negative, more as a flattering positive trait.

He worries about me, and liked to always be in contact with me. Since he was often in surgery or unable to answer the phone, it was imperative I answered when he called. When he called while I was in class, I knew he’d be upset I ignored his call, but I was sure he’d be ok once I was out and explained why I pressed send to voicemail.

As soon as I got out, I tried to call him repeatedly, but got no answer. This wasn’t entirely unusual, although most Monday’s, he was more readily available since only emergency surgeries happened mondays. I was shocked when I arrived home and found his Range Rover home. The front door was open ajar so I parked behind him and wandered inside. I wasn’t ready for what I’d find.

It looked as though we had been robbed. Furniture was thrown about, the 75” flat screen had been pushed over and smashed. Several decorative items were smashed to pieces. The more I looked around though, the more clear it became that nothing was missing. Just broken. We’d been vandalized!

My poor baby Danger was hiding under the dining room table and upon realizing I had entered, was overjoyed to see me. I bent down and embraced him, giving him ear scratches and loving on him thankful he was unharmed. Things could be replaced, but not your loved ones.

I looked up to see my boyfriend storm out of the office.

”thats fucking rich! You greet the dog before me.” he spat.

”what happened here?” I asked cautiously, slowly rising to my feet to give him a hug and a kiss. He was acting rather aggressively but I was sure he felt violated in a way, by someone coming in our home and destroying it.

”YOU FUCKING HAPPENED TO ME YOU FUCKING WHORE! I AM NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? YOU CANT JUST BE HAPPY WITH ME? YOU THINK I DONT KNOW WHY YOU WENT BACK TO SCHOOL?” he screamed at me.

I froze. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know where this was coming from and he was looking at me like he expected an answer. When I didn't answer he grabbed a lamp and threw it against the wall, and then made a beeline straight for me. I still was in shock so I just stood there, staring dumbly, expecting to get slapped or pushed, when I heard a low growl.

My skinny little brave Danger was standing between me and my boyfriend, trying to protect me. My boyfriend froze, looked down and started to laugh like a maniac. This reaction was far more unsettling than it sounds, and Danger and I grew more restless if that's possible. I all of a sudden had an overwhelming urge to get out of there. I wasn’t concerned or interested in trying to understand my boyfriends words or behavior, I just wanted to be away from him.

”I’m gonna go. Come on Danger, ” I said as I slowly backed away. I didn't want Danger to bite him, or get kicked or something, and make an already volatile situation even worse.

”Hang on, just a moment. Can you answer me one question before you walk out of my life?” he asked me in a tone I’d never heard, dripping with sarcasm.

Normally I'd say you already asked it, but I didn't feel now was the time for jokes. I desperately wanted to leave but I wasn’t an idiot, and knew that playing along with an obviously bat shit ass crazy person, was safer than pissing them off more.

“Go ahead.”

”Do you know what the best thing about being a doctor is?”

I wasn't expecting that question and almost automatically answered with ”saving lives.”

He chuckled darkly, sending a chill up my spine. How was this the same man? How had I missed the potential lunatic that obviously was just beneath the surface? Lost in thought, I cried out when he suddenly lunged forward and seized Danger. Danger yelped, followed by the most awful crunching sound I’ll never forget. Dangers gangly little body, instantly fell limply to the ground and all I could do was stare in utter horror.

I looked up into his eyes and I didn’t even know who I was looking at. This was just incomprehensible to me. My mind kept spinning in circles, unable to grasp the situation at hand.

My boyfriend stepped over Dangers lifeless body and pulled me into a tight embrace. He sniffed my hair and growled in my ear, before biting me on my neck hard. I cried out and He chuckled before grabbing me by my hair, and dragging me in the restroom, where he made me flush my birth control pills.

“You’re going to marry me and be my perfect little housewife, and never hurt me again.” He cooed in my ear.

When I didn’t say anything he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. I couldn’t get what he’d done to Danger out of my head and was terrified. He could see it in my eyes, but the look of concern and empathy he gave me made me want to scream. “I love that idea. I’m just sad about Danger.”

In reality, I wanted to vomit, but I let him lead me to the bed to lie down, trying to think of any way to escape. I was convinced I really would vomit if he tried to fuck me. He kissed me gently on the forehead and breathed a huge sigh.

“Will you feel better if I do something with the body? I promise to get you whatever dog you want to replace him, but with us about to have a family, we can’t have an aggressive dog. You understand right baby?”

I nod as he rubs my cheek, looking in my eyes adoringly. He tells me to sit tight while he takes care of Danger, and he’ll be right back.

I wait a beat and peer downstairs at him and watch as he puts Danger into a big black trash bag, and I wait till he goes into the garage before running downstairs. I didn’t care about any of my belongings, I just needed to get to my car.

I grabbed my purse, and I ran. I got in my car and pulled away just as he was running out trying to open my door. Thank God it lockswhen you put it into Drive. I drove off watching him in the rearview mirror running back inside. My phone started blowing up, and I became aware of location capabilities with cell phones so I threw it out the window. Looking back, that was a bit overzealous, but I was terrified.

Somehow I found myself on the highway and didn't stop till I reached Hollywood. I'd been to the house before, and thank goodness by the grace of God remembered how to get to Randi.

I told her everything and she insisted that I was home. She’d just been hired for a big horror film and she said I could be her assistant. She was supposed to meet the director the following morning and shed just bring me along, to introduce us. She was positive he’d hire me on too, so I was amped.

When she told me it was filming in Canada, I was even more enthusiastic. My ex knew Randi lived in Hollywood, so going away a few months to another country was ideal. That way when he inevitably went looking for me, he wouldn't be able to find me, and hopefully would give up.

The next morning Randi shared all her things with me to get ready. We are the same size shoe and since we are both thin, I can fit in her clothing for the most part. I’m taller and bustier, but for the most part, we can share.

I’m not very high maintenance, so the extent of my beauty routine is shower, brush my hair, light make up, and a spray of body spray or something, and I’m good. Randi said I could have a maxi dress since it had always been too long for her to wear, and was too form fitting for her taste.

I was surprised how close we were to the studios, and arrived in no time. Security gave us a little map and instructed us how to get to where we were supposed to go. I had never been to a movie studio, so I was as bad as a tourist looking around. We arrived at the proper building to find a photo shoot underway.

“There he is.” Randi said, pointing out a tall dark haired gentlemen in his late thirties, early forties, having an obvious problem with something. He turned and saw us and did a double take. He made a beeline for us with an enormous smile eventhough you could tell he was having a bad day. I liked him right away.

“Today has been a disaster, we have done all we can do without the model. She’s an hour late! Bill has limited time in LA, and it’s not like the man doesn’t have obligations.” He ranted at no one in particular.

I nodded with a sympathetic look on my face, although I had no idea who Bill was.

“Who have you brought us Randi?”

“Andy this is my best friend Liv. Liv this is our new boss, Andy. And this is a photo shoot for a magazine to promote Something Bill is doing, and Andy is his best friend so he’s here to complain.” Randi teased.

“I’m also good friends with the photographer and we are supposed to have lunch after this. Can you excuse me? Do not move. I’m serious.” Andy said and then rushed away

“He couldnt take his eyes off you! He’s not usually so obvious. He’s usually the most chill guy,” Randi mused.

“He’s just stressed out and I mean maybe I look familiar.” I guessed.

“Oh sure. It has nothing to do with being a living breathing Barbie. Old school big titty Barbie.” Randi chuckled.

Andy and a petite lady hussled over to us, and the lady grabbed me by my face and pulled me down to examine my features. She smiled and turned to Andy happily.

“Oh meu deus Andy! Como você encontrou um em tão pouco tempo? Ela é ainda melhor que a falecida! Ela é exatamente o que eu imaginava. ela é a mesma taxa? diga a ela para se preparar.” She tapped her wrist and rushed off.

“What just happened?” I asked.

“I hope you don’t mind, but you’re first job is right now. She said you were exactly what she envisioned for this shoot, and you need to go to hair and make up immediately.” Andy pleaded, putting his hands together in a prayer pose.

“WHAT? Oh no! I’m not a model. I never want to be famous.” as my stomach did backflips and I felt like the air had left the room.

“That’s something you don’t hear very often in this town but It pays $7500 and I’d owe you one.”

“$7500 to take a couple pictures? I’m wearing clothes right?” I have no desire to be in this industry, but I wasn’t crazy either! As long as I’m not naked, I’m game.

Andy let out a whole hearted laugh, “you’re wearing a gown even. Not that type of party. And you’re taking pictures with the star of the movie you’ll be working on with us. You did want to be Randi’s assistant correct?

I nodded vigorously, and got a thumbs up from Randi. Everything was falling into place! ”lead the way then sir!”

His face lit up and he led the way over to a room that had more make up in it then I’d ever seen. As soon as I walked in, three people pounced on me. One attacked my hair, saying they needed to straighten it, although it was straight. They set to work, raving about they could not believe I had so much hair, and that I was an actual natural blonde. When I told them I was growing it long to donate to cancer kids, they nearly fell over.

“Do you know how much thick natural blonde hair that reaches the lower back is worth?” The hairstylist exclaimed. “And your hair is silky and healthy, girl keep it.”

“I’ll just grow more. No biggie.”

“I think that’s very nice. Good for you, people should be so kind.” The girl working on my nails said, smiling warmly up at me.

“I can’t wait to see where your career goes!” The gentleman doing my make up surmised. “You are a true natural beauty.”

“I’m not doing any more of these. I don’t want to be famous, I just am doing it for Andy.” They all looked at me skeptically, but set to getting me where the photographer needed me to be. As the time pressed on, I could feel my self nodding off, but suddenly movement caught my eye. I couldn’t turn my head, but noticed a gorgeous man glaring at me in the mirror. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been there.

“If It were up to me, you’d never work again. Do you have anything to say for your disrespect?” The tall, statuesque man, with strikingly handsome facial features, and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen sneered.

”I literally just got hired forty five minutes ago and have no issue with never modeling again anyways. I'm doing this as a favor, for my new boss. Thanks for being a dick tho. Everyone has been such a joy, I was starting to think Hollywood had a bad rep for nothing.”

Everyone in the room was silent and all looked to the man for a reply.

”whos your new boss?” he inquired.

”I don’t feel comfortable giving his name to strange men, and since he’s a director it’ll sound like I’m name dropping and I’m not the type.” I said waving my hand dismissively.

He chuckled and rolled his bright green eyes. ”i think you're talking about my good friend Andy Muschetti. Does that sound right?”

”give this man a prize!” I joked. “Please don’t get me fired best friend. Are you Bill by chance?”

“You think I wear a tuxedo and bedazzle my face before i leave the house in the regular?” He asked incredulously.

I looked down at my lap so I didn't have to make eye contact with anyone.

I looked back up to the beautiful man, but he’d disappeared. I wasn’t surprised he was kind of an ass. Gorgeous men often are, I just hoped he wasn’t going to go talk shit.

A short time later they were done and had me put on a Zuhair Murad dress that was was worth more than my car. It was a beautiful charcoal velvet that looked like it’d been custom made for me. I couldn’t believe how awesome I looked, and ran out to find Randi, only being allowed to wave before they lead me to take my solo shots.

I looked around for the beautiful man, and found him standing next to a brunette woman, having a tense conversation, that was very quickly turning into an argument. He was trying to keep her calm, but she was not happy in the least, and I gasped when she struck him. Embarrassed, I put my full attention on the person translating instructions from the photographer, refusing to look back over at them, even as they began yelling at each other in some strange language. Did no one speak English here? He stormed outside with the woman hot on his trail.

“Ok someone go find Bill, we are just about ready for him.” My translator yelled, and I saw Andy and Randi, briskly walk outside to find him.

I felt kinda bad for snapping at him. I was going to be as nice as possible to him. Maybe I had judged him too harshly.

“Perfect honey! Sad confused, not sure look honey! Yes!” Several more people had shown up and were all talking about me like I wasn’t there.

Bill walked up looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, and looked down his cute little button nose at me. I know he was trying to be stuck up, but he was so fucking cute, I just wanted to boop his nose.

“Where do you want me?” He huffed.

“I need you to come up behind her, and embrace her around the waist, with one hand by her face. Sweetie you stand sideways with your back to Bill and look up arching your back a bit.” We were told as we got in our places. He was humming some unidentifiable tune in my ear. I was trying not to think about his hand on my waist, or his hot breath on my neck. I wasn’t sure if the bright lights were the only thing making me sweat.

“Touch up! They’re sweating!” Someone shouted.

“Do I make you sweat princess?” Bill growled.

“No.” I squeaked.

He firmly pulled me against him and when he felt me stiffen up, he chuckled mischievously.

I moaned sexually, causing him to sputter and cough a bit. I turned around grinning ear to ear. “Don’t start no stuff, won’t be no stuff.” I said playfully. I normally am not so confident, but his semi inappropriate behavior and the way he looked at me made me feel strange. Good strange I was pretty sure. He didn’t break our eye contact for far longer than was polite, before taking some hair and tucking it behind my ear tenderly.

“Bill stop giving this poor girl goosebumps! My Lord! And I’m not sure if you guys are aware of how obvious a moment you guys are having in front of all these people. One of them being your crazy girlfriend Bill.” He said as he touched us up. “I mean you’re both some of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen so I can’t blame either one of you, but thought I’d let you know.”

“It’s not me, its all the people staring at how gorgeous she is,” Bill scoffed.

“I doubt your girlfriend likes how you’re looking at her either. Normally I’d stay out of it, but you’re good people Bill, and I keeps it real with my people.”

“I told her it’s over, didn’t you hear us a few minutes ago?” He sneered. He winked and walked away.

“What a weird guy,” I mused aloud.

“Gorgeous though right? Every girl that meets him wants to fuck him but he’s always had a girlfriend. I’ve seen them fight a few times, but today is the first time he’s ever yelled. They’re Swedish so I don’t think they yell very often. ”

“I just got out of a terrible relationship yesterday so I feel his pain.”

“I’ve worked with him for years and have never seen him give anyone a second glance and yet today he can’t take his eyes off you.” He smirked.

“I’ve destroyed my lungs proficiently, she looks perfect, if you could just give me the once over, we can be done before lunch.” Bill said as he walked towards us. He plopped down in the chair beside me and squeezed my hand. “Please forgive my behavior up until now. It’s been a stressful day and flirting has never been my strong suit.”

I looked at him and he appeared to be sincere. I smiled weakly and told him I hadn’t even thought he’d been out of line. He’d put some space in between us when we returned to shooting, and was exceedingly respectful and careful. One of The last shots, they wanted me to be on my knees in front of him, reaching my hands up looking to the side, putting my face right against his crotch.

“I apologize in advance,” he drawled. At first I was confused why he was apologizing, but it became all too clear, the longer my face was pressed to his growing bulge. He shifted uncomfortably, and looked down at me as tho he was in pain. I mouthed the words ‘it’s ok’ and smiled up at him and that seemed to help him a great deal, although not so far as tame his prominent erection. I was actually firmly pressing my face against it now, to save him the embarrassment of his issue, and assuring we don’t have to stretch this out longer than needed. I’m sure It was all very artistic looking but it was hard not to laugh at how not artistic it felt. I looked to Randi, she was smiling with two thumbs up, blissfully unaware that I was battling Bills dick.

“Okay! The final shot is going to be her standing facing Bill but twisting her upper body away, facing the other way, while Bill I need you to press your body into hers with one hand at her chin with your thumb on her lower lip. Her eyes are closed and yours are fierce Bill. Determined but not angry.”

I felt my face heat up as we tried to do as we were instructed. This was all too much, I couldn’t help but giggle. I apologized and tried to look sexy again.

“No smiling honey. You’re a desirable sex goddess, and he wants you, but you know you shouldn’t.” The translator instructed passionately.

“It’s not too much of a stretch,” Bill said quietly so only I could hear. I felt my face flush and blush at the same time, if that’s even possible.

I heard that mischievous chuckle again, and it took all I had in me, not to knee him in his gut. I refused to look at him though. I don’t think I could handle it anyway. Far too much man-pretty had his body pressed against mine.

“Psst.”

I’m going to kill this guy. I’m not looking.

“Are you ignoring me?” He whispered.

“Ok so then I guess that’s a yes.” He hummed.

He was impossible. I’m trying to maintain bitch face and he’s asking dumb questions and making various sound effects! I must say tho, for just having a pretty public break up, he was in a good mood.

When it finally was over, and Bill and I set off to change our clothes and get some make up off, I was surprised to see they’d all left already. The make up I was wearing felt more like ear paint, and soap and water wasn’t having too much of an effect on it.

“You look so helpless, can I help you?” I turned to see Bill standing there looking at me like I was pitiful. “I have make up remover pads.”

“Oh my goodness thank you!” I smiled. “You’re my hero.”

“Can I?” He asked, referencing using the pads on my face.

“Sure.” I said, eventhough I wasn’t sure why he wanted to do it. He was so gentle, I closed my eyes and waited till I was sure he was done. Europeans have way different personal boundaries than Americans, so this was probably normal.

“What’s your name?”

“Liv.”

“What’s that short for?”

“Nothing. That’s my whole name.”

“Me too! I mean my name is Bill obviously but people always think it’s short for something but nope.” He chuckled. “You didn’t really even need any face make up. Your skin is flawless.i left your eye make up on but it looks pretty epic.”

I opened my eyes and we locked eyes for a moment, but Randi came bounding in the room, causing Bill to leap away from me. Randi didn’t appear to notice tho, as Andy and a few other people came in too.

“Everyone ready to eat. I insist that everyone let me buy them lunch at Morton’s.” Andy said.

Randi grabbed my hand and mouthed if I was ok, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Ok maybe she had picked up on something. I looked at her like she was crazy, and avoided looking in Bills direction again.

“Let’s go eat! I’m famished!” I said.

“You girls are coming? Yay!” Andy said enthusiastically. “Most models aren’t big fans of food.”

“She eats whatever she wants and doesn’t go to the salon or have any work done. Just keep her fed and she’s beautiful and sweet. Try to starve her and she’s the definition of hangry.” Randi teased.

I laughed till my face hurt as she told everyone about a party in highschool where everyone brought their own booze, but I brought a gallon of milk and a pound of Oreos and actually finished them. Late that evening, everyone wanted Jack in the Box and since I was the only sober person, I got nominated to drive. It was pretty uneventful, until I turned to get everyone’s money and they were all nude. Randi did a perfect imitation of my total over reaction. Thank god she left out the part about me crying. I really thought we were going to get arrested and they refused to put their clothes back on, so I thought any minute I’d hear sirens. Luckily the drive thru people thought it was hilarious too.

We all made our way out to where everyone was parked, and found Bills girlfriend waiting there. As we pulled out, I looked back in time to see Bill march past her, climb in his car, leaving her standing alone in the parking lot yelling something after him.

“Did you see that? What’s their deal?” I asked Randi.

“Who?” She asked me.

“Bill and I guess that’s his ex-girlfriend or I don’t know...”

I look at Randi and she’s looking at me funny, “Are you crazy? You need a nice guy, he’s like foreign and he’s a celebrity. And I know you, you’re not a rebound type and both of you have no business looking at each other like you were.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m not even asking like that. Last thing I want is a guy!” I sulked. “Was it that obvious?”

“Mmmhmm.” She smiled knowingly.

“He’s around beautiful women all the time and probably has 9 million fan girls. It’s not like he’s gonna follow me in the bathroom or something.”

Randi looks at me doubtfully.

“Don’t look at me like that! If he does, I’ll kick him.”

“I’m kidding. Actors only go for girls that throw themselves at their feet. Their egos don’t allow the risk of rejection.”

“Perfect. I hate feet.”

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Our Second Chance (Ch.5)

➳ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC x Kim Namjoon

➳ Genre(s): Modern!AU, Royalty!AU, Modern Royal Family!AU , Enemies turned Lovers, Friendship, Humor, Romance, & Angst

➳ Words: 6.1K

➳ Summary: Have you ever gotten that familiar feeling when you first see someone? That strange connection between yourselves even though you have no clue where that came from. Yeah…that was the sensation that Sumin felt on a daily basis ever since she has come face-to-face with the one and only Kim Seokjin. Despite being named after their ancestors, two people who were madly in love with each other, these two cannot stand to be in each other’s presence. However, that must change or else history will repeat itself. Sounds like an adventure, right?

※ Previously: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4

※ Next time: ch.6 | ch.7 | coming soon!

Chapter 5 – I Thought Balls Were Supposed to be Drama Free?

Previously

“Well, actually, he didn’t stand me up…” Sumin chimed in. Though, her voice sounded hesitant.

Sowon raised her brow and asked her to clarify while Jungkook secretly felt relieved that his close friend didn’t fuck things up with Sumin; thus, eliminating his chances with Sowon.

“What I mean is that he didn’t stand me up. Instead, he just suddenly stood up, paid for our meal, and ran out of the restaurant. Now, I have to find a plan B since my father texted me earlier reminding me of that damn deadline… So, you up for marrying me?” Sumin explained, suggesting that she and Sowon marry because right now she was running out of options.

“Yes, I will gladly marry you baby! Who needs men?!” Sowon exclaimed as she hugged Sumin, rubbing her cheek against the side of Sumin’s head.

Jungkook eyed the happy “couple” as he mentally cursed at Seokjin.

“Thanks a lot dude…thanks a fucking lot…”

He then fished out his phone and quickly texted someone.

[To RM 09:03 PM: Okay, I’m on your team…Seokjin majorly fucked things up with Sumin…]

A cooling breeze swept past the ivory laced curtains as it made its way towards a certain someone’s room. A room where an upset princess remained hidden, practically locked away from the world. Ever since her recent date with Sir Seokjin, Sumin spent her days, pondering what went wrong, as she had yet to comprehend Seokjin’s mind. More importantly, she had yet to find a reasonable explanation as to what may had spooked him. Was it her mannerisms that night? Perhaps, was it her new bold appearance that she allowed her dearest friends to bestow upon her?

Honestly, if she could, she would march right up to his office and demand answers. Sadly, something prevented her from doing so. It was if this supernatural force blocked her every move and confined her to the for walls of her room.

Then, as if that wasn’t a huge sign, she had lost the journal that her ancestor had kept from the day she had received the beautifully leathered empty book up until her final moments before her timely death. Sumin frantically searched high and low for the book, but always came up emptied handed.

Maybe she didn’t deserve to know how her ancestor won the heart of Seokjin’s ancestor. Maybe she as punishment for her offspring Queen Sumin I cursed her family, preventing anyone from finding their true love since she was denied hers.

Too many unanswered questions…and so little time…

Sumin now only had a few months left before her deadline was up and would be forced to marry her best friend. Her heart screamed at her to do something—anything. While, her mind, simply told her to just call off her little act of rebellion and marry Namjoon.

At this point, she might as well marry her best friend since Seokjin practically ran for the hills and she hadn’t heard a peep from him since that night.

Maybe…just maybe…marrying Namjoon wouldn’t be so terrible…

Yet…what about Seokjin?

What…about…Seokjin…?

Staring blankly at the ceiling, Sumin sighed for the millionth time; only the sound of her beating heart entered her ears. She became one with her thoughts, allowing everything and anything to consume her mind.

Well, those thoughts were allowed until the sound of repeated, loud knocking echoed throughout her room, surpassing the soft classical music that poured out of her Bluetooth speakers.

A faint groan escaped her lips as she forced herself up and shouted a quick, “enter”, hoping that whoever intruder was would leave her in peace.

Unfortunately—it wasn’t just any intruder—it was Queen Sowon.

“Okay…why are you this vampiric princess? Huh, Sumin?” asked Sowon as she flipped on the switches, shedding light in Sumin’s dark “dungeon”.

Sumin rolled her eyes as she scooted off her bed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you in my room?” She asked with an overly sweet tone.

Sowon’s brow perked up, feeling kind of caught off guard that Sumin’s acting a tad snippy.

“Ooh…! The princess is showing a bit of an attitude…,” She pushed herself off the wall she leaned her shoulder against and walked over to the grumpy princess, “I am secretly digging it.” She stated, clicking her tongue and winking at Sumin. Her favorite go-to flirting action.

Sumin grimaced as she shied away from the confident queen, however, Sowon was quicker. She wrapped a warm arm around Sumin’s shoulders and pulled her closer, forcing the poor princess into a snuggle session.

“Now, talk to your fairy Godmother and tell me what’s wrong. Maybe Jae Hwa and I can help you out?” Sowon suggested, smiling softly.

Sumin sighed as she eyed her lap sadly. She firmly believed that no one could help her…

“I don’t think you can…” Sumin muttered, shrugging off Sowon’s caring touch. She then stood up and walked over to the window, eyeing the courtyard as the castle workers continued to prepare for tonight’s ball.

A look of worry glazed over her eyes as Sowon did not like the fact that this feeling of defeat radiated off Sumin… A feeling that she personally had not seen since the day she had heard the news of being crowned queen…

Sowon bit the inside of her cheek as a few members of her kingdom’s government continued to spew random bullshit, hoping it would compel to take up the throne. However, that was something she didn’t want…or at least…not yet.

She mustered the fakest polite smile she could before interrupting the fine gentlemen, bidding them a “fond” farewell with her half-filled wine glass.

The wonderful music from the lively orchestra filled the ballroom as important guests chattered and mingled with one another. A known tactic when it came to establishing important relationships amongst kingdoms.

A heavy, long sigh exited the soon-to-be queen’s plump lips as she raised her wine glass, hoping to take a sip of the sweet wine; sadly, there wasn’t a drop left. Sowon pursed her lips as she politely pushed through the crowds of people.

“Damn…who would’ve thought that an engagement party would be this…,” Her thought trailed as she observed the bright, luminescent ballroom, “Stimulating…” She finished as she resumed her adventure towards the bar…or was until she felt a petite body collide into hers.

Sowon felt a few droplets on her bare arm and immediately wiped it off. She then lifted her head to meet the person who bumped into her and as soon as her eyes gazed forward, she noticed that there wasn’t anyone in front of her…or so she thought…

“Oh my goodness! I am incredibly sorry!” shouted a soft voice.

Sowon glanced down and saw the person bowing deeply in front of her. She stifled her laughter as she found the person quite adorable. Normally, she would be pissed but seeing how she had alcohol in her bloodstream, and the fact that she recognized the poor girl as Princess Sumin II, she brushed it off.

What? It wasn’t her fault that the princess was being quite the cutie right now.

“Ah…don’t sweat it,” Sowon paused, gesturing that most of the princess’ drink spilled onto the floor, “Besides, at least your stunning ballgown remains unstained.” She commented, smiling warmly at her.

The young lady blushed slightly, keeping her eyes focused on the ground.

Sowon’s brow raised as she mentally took note of how shy the princess was. A trait that she would have to fix.

“Anyway, I’m Sowon.” She introduced herself, holding out her hand for the princess to take.

The princess’ eyes grew wide; her doe-like stare ever so visible. She quickly introduced herself as Sumin and nervously shook Sowon’s hand.

“I know who you are.” Sowon said with a mischievous smirk.

Sumin mentally groaned, wanting to crawl in a hole and die.

“Look, whatever you had read about me in those stupid tabloids, they are not true.” She firmly stated, tired of people judging her for things she “supposedly” did.

Sowon was caught off guard with Sumin’s sudden bite in her words.

“Interesting…maybe if I work my magic correctly, I can give this introverted princess a little bit of a backbone.” Sowon thought as an interesting plan began to formulate in her mind.

“You know… I think you and I are going to get along swimmingly.” She declared as she wrapped a friendly warm around Sumin’s naked shoulders.

Sumin froze from the sudden sign of affection. The only person she was used to was Namjoon, who recently became her fiancé, and even then, she rarely liked his random acts of affection.

Don’t get her wrong though. It’s not like she doesn’t like being shown that someone cares for her, it’s just that she doesn’t like too much attention drawn to her.

“…okay…but can you please let go of me? People are beginning to stare.” Sumin requested, feeling her face grow hot as she noticed many partygoers glance their way.

Sowon, on the other hand, could care less about the unwanted attention. If anything, she fed off it. It fueled her confident tank. It helped her take on the world, and with this newly formed friendship with Sumin, she felt that for once…it’d be okay.

“You know…since you asked that…,” Sowon paused, “I’m going to hug you even more!” She happily declared, earning more unwanted gossip and stares from random people as she tightened her hold on the adorable princess.

Sumin groaned, trying her hardest to pry off the stubborn woman.

“Great…”

A soft chuckle exited her lips as Sowon recalled that memory fondly. She could honestly remember how the sweet wine smelled so vividly. Who would’ve thought that two opposites became such close friends?

“Sumin…I know that look, and I could’ve sworn that I didn’t raise you to be this timid princess.” Sowon stated, giving the defeated princess a look. A look that said, “Where’s my bad ass princess that waved off unwanted negativity and said, ‘next’?”

Sumin sighed, hugging her body as she knew that Sowon had a point. She always had a point.

“First of all, you didn’t raise me at all. Second of all, you know I hate it when you make a point.” Sumin said before letting out a long sigh. She then peeked from out of her ivory laced curtain; her gaze masked the hurt that hid beneath her neutral exterior.

She watched every single florist make sure that every display was perfect. She heard her father bark orders, advising each worker that tonight was going to be incredibly special, so they better bring their game faces.

Feeling disgusted, she roughly closed the curtain and turned away from the window. Sumin walked over to her vanity mirror and sat down. Sowon frowned after observing the look of complete and utter dread on Sumin’s face.

Okay, she had to do something and fast. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and opened the messaging app. She scrolled through her contact list until she found the person she’d been looking for.

[To My Favorite Flower 07:38 PM: S.O.S! Our princess is waving the white flag! We need to do something!]

Not even a few minutes later, Sowon received a message from Jae Hwa:

[From My Favorite Flower 07:39 PM: Really? It’s that serious…? Remind me to ask Taehyung for that prick’s number so I can find him and stab him with one of my paint brushes…]

Sowon chuckled at Jae Hwa’s message as she thought up the perfect reply:

[To My Favorite Flower 07:41 PM: I’ll help you ;) but in all seriousness…get your cute ass over here ASAP! We need to pull out everything and anything to lift her spirits up!]

[From My Favorite Flower 07:44 PM: Yes, your majesty! LOL]

[To My Favorite Flower 07:45 PM: …you are lucky that you’re my dear friend…]

After sending that last response, Sowon shoved her phone back in her back pocket of her jeans and walked over to Sumin, who remained still in front of her mirror.

“Don’t worry, my soft princess…help is coming…” Sowon thought as she rested her chin on top of Sumin’s head.

Meanwhile, with a certain Lord, the sounds of the fire cackling entered his ears. The guilty lord gazed at his fireplace, swirling his brandy as he pondered every move he could take to talk to Sumin. It had been months since he had run out on her; a mistake that he had come to regret every single moment of his life since then. He could barely focus on his kingdom duties because of how much the princess preoccupied it. The sucky thing about that was that even his office workers noticed how distraught their boss had become. It pained them to see this look of complete guilt glued onto Seokjin’s face, but they knew that there was nothing that could be done. When it came to Princess Sumin, they knew it was best to not bring her up around him…

Now, to this day, Seokjin could not understand why he had dashed out without an explanation. What possessed him to ruin everything that he had worked hard for? He knew of Sumin’s insecurities—her walls that she spent years building up because of the idiotic things that were written and said about her. Just when he was about to knock down the last wall, he fucked up majorly and was now back to square one with her. They were back to being polite acquaintances…

When he asked Taehyung and Jimin for any probable explanation, Taehyung proposed that he had left because he didn’t want history to repeat itself.

The moment Taehyung said that, it just clicked. Seokjin’s ancestor failed to marry the love of his life—Sumin’s ancestor. Knowing that instilled fear within Seokjin’s heart. What if he too would fail at obtaining the love of his life?

Too many variables came into play, but at the end of the day, his happiness should and would always be his utmost priority.

It truly hurt his heart that he would have to stab Namjoon in the back but deep down…Seokjin knew that the brainy prince would do the same. Shit…he’s already doing it.

The morning after the tragic date, Seokjin manned up and called Sumin, hoping to apologize and beg for a second chance.

Sadly, it wasn’t Sumin’s melodious voice that answered her phone but Namjoon’s instead. Deciding to ignore that tiny fact, Seokjin demanded that Namjoon hand over the phone to Sumin that way he could explain himself…

“Please…let me talk to her…” pleaded Seokjin.

Namjoon scoffed, no longer caring that Seokjin made Sumin happy. He trusted the pretty boy with Sumin’s happiness—her heart—and he threw it away the moment he stood up from his seat and ran out. Nope. He’s not going to make that mistake again. It was at that moment that Namjoon realized that he would no longer remain on the sidelines, ensuring Sumin’s happiness. Now, he would be the one to make her happy. He would be the one to guard her heart and protect her wellbeing. Him. Not Seokjin.

“I’m sorry, but Sumin said she doesn’t ever want to speak to you again. Please respect her wishes…” Namjoon said before hanging up.

Seokjin stared at his phone, completely baffled. His mouth parted a bit as he tried to wrap his mind around what Namjoon said. Did Sumin hate him that much?

No…

She couldn’t hate him…especially not after confessing that he made her feel something…

Seokjin downed the remaining sips of his brandy before standing up. No. He wasn’t going to have things end like this. While he used to fear having history repeat itself, Seokjin now used that feeling to fuel his desire. His undying need to have Sumin by his side—to have her unconditional love.

He placed his glass down and looked at his watch. Sumin’s kingdom always hosted an all Hallows Eve ball, and that’s where he needed to be.

“I’m coming Princess Sumin, and this time, I’m ready to fight for you.” He thought as he exited his office and made his way towards his room.

Back with Sumin, the blank princess sat still, uncaring about the fact that Sowon and Jae Hwa were in a lively discussion about what type of look she should go for.

Jae Hwa opted for a pastel color schemed while Sowon suggested that Sumin should go for dark colors.

“Okay, why don’t we let Sumin decide which color scheme she wants?” Jae Hwa suggested, smiling smugly knowing that Sumin hated bold colors since it attracted unwanted attention.

Sowon rolled her eyes, grabbed both ball gowns, and walked over to the princess, who currently sat prim and proper on the edge of her bed.

“Alright, please end our debate and pick which dress you would want to wear for the masquerade ball?” asked Sowon, glancing at both dresses with pursed lips. Huh…the more she stared at the light dust pink colored dress, the more she saw Sumin in it. Shoot, she could see her as this fairy princess. Then, a lightbulb went off in her brilliant mind.

Out of nowhere, Jae Hwa saw Sowon carelessly toss the black with blood red lace dress to the side. She raised her brow and asked why she had done that.

Sowon grinned widely as if she was the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland and explained that she had come up with the perfect theme for their dear princess.

Jae Hwa smirked, happy knowing that she’d have the chance to test out her transformation skills.

“I’m all ears…”

Haunted and eerie sounds echoed throughout the courtyard. On every other pillar sat a Jack O Lantern, while the castle guards wore their usual uniform but had fake blood painted on their jackets, and they each wore a black mask that covered only their eyes.

Sumin’s parents adored Halloween because it was the only time they were allowed to pretend to be something other than King and Queen.

It was honestly refreshing…

Now, waiting at the top of the grand staircase, Sumin stood there, frozen, like a statue, as she awaited her turn to descend down the stairs. She closed her eyes briefly as she tried her hardest to calm her sporadic breathing. Her ancestor’s ring would move a smidge because how hard her heart beats against her chest.

“Hey…you’re going to be alright.” Sumin heard Sowon say softly as she placed warm touch on her bare shoulder.

Sumin glanced up and flashed a short smile, hoping that her smile alone would make Sowon stop worrying about her.

“I know… I just hate knowing that there are a sea of people looking at me, expecting me so much, and I am failing them. I mean, right now, there are talks of me stalling my wedding with Namjoon because I have fallen in love with another man…,” Sumin paused, peering out to the crowd of eager guests, hating how easy it was for them to hide their judgmental eyes with those stupid masks, “And they are right about me…I have fallen in love with Sir Seokjin, and it hurts knowing that it is one-sided.” She finished with a somber tone.

“Okay, you stop this right now! No more of this defeated outlook!” Sowon finally snapped at Sumin, fed up with her defeatist attitude, “You are Princess Sumin II. You always fought back to defend your name. You knew what was right and what was wrong. Never once, in my entire time of knowing, have I ever seen you become this negative person. A person who believed that she was too blame for some stupid man running out on her at dinner. A person who felt guilty only because she wore the ring that triggered that sad little man. No! No more!” Sowon finished her rant, earning words of encouragement from Jae Hwa.

Sumin stared at her friend in awe with her mouth slightly agape. Sowon was right. Jae Hwa was right. How could she had been so blind? It was not her fault that she always wore her ancestor’s ring around her neck nor was it her fault that Seokjin felt overwhelmed and left her behind.

Nope. Nada.

No more would she throw herself this pity party. She would wear a prideful smile and hold her head up high. After all, she bowed her head even more, then her crown would fall.

A princess couldn’t have that.

“You’re right, Sowon,” She then turned towards Jae Hwa, “The both of you,” She pulled them into the biggest hug ever, “You both are right. Thank you so much.” She said with a genuine smile.

Sowon chuckled softly as she and Jae Hwa both muttered a quick “thank you” before the trio pulled away.

“Now ladies, shall we?” Jae Hwa said as she covered her eyes with her white and black laced mask.

Both Sumin and Sowon copied her action and now, the three of them wait for their names to be announced…

Minutes go by as each name on the special guest list was announced. Little by little each person descended down the red-carpet staircase. Before she knew it, it was time for her and her friends to graciously walk down the steps with their chosen partner in tow.

“Presenting, her royal majesty, Queen Sowon!” shouted the royal crier as every potential suitor, fanboys Sowon called them, abruptly turned their gaze towards the desirable queen.

Sowon sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Again?” She then turned towards Sumin and mouthed an apology as she didn’t realize that among her fan club were men from a royal background. Though…she had an inkling…

Unknown to the queen, Jungkook, who was currently jumping to get gain a better view of his future wife, tried to come with the perfect plan to push through the sea of hormonal men and earn Sowon’s favor.

Question was…how?

Wait…

That was it!

Without a second thought, he pushed through the crowd, uncaring if he had been rude towards his fellow royal members, but this was Sowon. His queen.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sowon noticed a familiar face as he continued to force himself through the sea of people. Her heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks became stained with this pinkish hue. It truly surprised her to see Jungkook make this tremendous effort just to get to her before any other suitor does.

Maybe…just maybe…she should give him a shot.

Like Sumin once told her,

“Everyone deserves a chance at finding love…”

The sound of someone clearing his throat pulled the queen out of her thoughts. Sowon looked down and saw Jungkook bowing deeply in front of her as he held out his hand for her to take. A tradition for any potential suitor that wanted to let the other competition know that they could stop trying.

“Your majesty, it would be an honor if you allow me to be your companion for the rest of the evening.” Jungkook announced; his voice dripped with such confidence.

A bright smile formed on Sowon’s face as she gently placed her palm on top of his.

The moment their hands touched, this unexplainable electricity shot through both their arms. Their hearts sped up as they gazed into each other’s eyes, becoming lost in their own little world.

“I would be delighted to have you as my companion for the rest of the evening.” Sowon said with such poise that it caused her fan boys to swoon and fall deeper in love with her.

Both Sumin and Jae Hwa watched their friend leave with her arm wrapped around Jungkook’s arm. The two of them stood there in awe as they had never seen Sowon act so…proper…

Soon, it was Jae Hwa’s turn to walk down to the party with her chosen suitor, and just as Taehyung walked up to her, offering his hand, Sumin latched onto Jae Hwa’s wrist and pleaded,

“Please…don’t let me go down there alone.”

Jae Hwa smiled apologetically, fully aware for the soft princess’ hatred for unwanted attention, and if she was allowed to, Jae Hwa would offer the princess to walk down with her and Taehyung. Alas, stupid royal traditions got in the way…

“You can do it…!” The lady mouthed as she stepped down the stairs with Taehyung happily by her side.

Sumin’s breathing became uneven once again. Eager suitors awaited their turn; their nerves went into frenzy. Every single one of them hoped that the princess would accept their offer—especially Prince Namjoon and Lord Seokjin.

A sense of rivalry filled the air as they glanced at each other here and there. Their fingers trembled against the fabric of the pocket their hands currently hid inside.

“Presenting, her royal highness, Princess Sumin II!” The royal crier announced, causing every guest to instantly snap their eyes onto the poor princess.

Sumin’s face instantly became hot as her eyes widened. Her fingers shook while her heart pounded roughly against her chest. Little by little, the oxygen left her lungs as everyone continued to gaze at the anxious princess.

Honestly, Sumin wanted to pick up her dress and run back to her room, locking herself away from the world.

“Excuse me princess…” the nervous princess heard a couple voices say simultaneously.

Sumin peeked up and became shocked. There, in front of her, stood Namjoon and Seokjin. Both holding out their hand towards her.

A sheepish smile graced her lips as Sumin chuckled nervously. If the unwanted attention was bad enough, but fate had to throw two men—both who vied for her attention—into the mix. Great…just freaking great…

“Sweetheart, please accept one of their hands and descend down the steps. The ball is waiting for their princess to lighten up the room.” She heard her father shout from the bottom of the stairs, smiling brightly.

Sumin muttered a few profanities underneath her breath. Both Seokjin and Namjoon found her quite adorable as they continued to wait patiently for her answer, ignoring their little rivalry. At least they had that in common…

They want Sumin to be comfortable and remain carefree.

“Well, father, I rather walk by myself if that is quite alright.” Sumin declared, however, as she took her first step, she nearly tripped if it weren’t for both Namjoon and Seokjin being quick on their toes and catching the clumsy princess.

“You were saying, Minnie?” Namjoon teased, grinning.

Sumin glared at her “doting” fiancé as he helped her stand up.

“Just shut up and escort me downstairs. I want to get this night over with.” She said as she interlaced her arm around both Seokjin’s and Namjoon’s.

She walked through the sea of guests, ignoring the judgmental glances and hushed whispers made by the partygoers, especially her parents. Her father became displeased that his daughter was not walking by Namjoon’s side only. Instead, she looked like this harlot stringing these two men along.

That was one image he did not want painted on her daughter…

Now, with her two men by her said, the trio entered the Halloween decorated crystal ballroom. Instead of the chandeliers illuminating the humongous, spacious room, ten candelabras fulfilled their duties. The lowly dimmed room added the eerie atmosphere as smog covered the dancefloor. Victorian music invaded people’s ears as everyone continued to converse and stay in character. A few people drank “blood” from their chalices while others indulged in the sinful desserts that the royal baker had to offer. Then, the rest of the guests danced. The way they moved seemed as if they were in trance. It was truly hypnotic…

“May I fetch you a drink, princess?” both Namjoon and Seokjin offered, pulling Sumin out of her trance.

Sumin’s eyes focused on Namjoon then switched over to Seokjin. A short groan slowly left her lips and ultimately decided…

“How about this? I go and fetch my own drink and the two of you just hang around. I’ll come find you when I am done.” She suggested before turning away and leaving the two jealous boys alone. “Seriously…what else could wrong?” She bitterly thought.

Just as she’s about to take another step, she heard the sounds of someone tapping against their glass followed by her father clearing his throat.

Wow. Fate must’ve hated—loathed—her tonight.

“As you some of you well know, it is an old tradition in my kingdom that we celebrate All Hallows Eve!” The king began, making eye contact with each and every guest from the various of royal families that attended the ball, “But tonight! We celebrate yet another wondrous occasion! Tonight, we celebrate my daughter’s, Princess Sumin, and Prince Namjoon’s upcoming nuptials!” He finished as the guests applauded and cheered.

Sumin, however, did not share the same sentiments. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. The air in her lungs suddenly vanished. Poof. Gone. What on Earth possessed her father to make such an announcement. If she remembered their deal correctly, she still had a few months left before she gave up her right—her entitlement—to finding true love on her own.

Okay. She needed to talk to someone immediately. Sumin scanned the ballroom, praying that she’d find either Jae Hwa or Sowon. With luck, she had found Jae Hwa but chose not to bother her. Since she was a mere lady and not a princess, she had to work extra hard to charm not only Prince Taehyung, but his family as well. Alrighty then. Jae Hwa was a flat out “don’t bother her”. Okay. Where’s Sowon?

Then, as if they planned it, Sowon suddenly appeared by her side and began dragging her away from the crowd.

“You. Me. We need to talk.” Sowon whispered roughly, searching for the perfect hiding spot. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off her head as she stared at the vacant, rather spacious underneath, table.

Sumin noticed this interesting, almost borderline mischievous, gleam in Sowon’s eye and swiftly knew that she was not going to like what would come next.

The carefree queen gently pushed Sumin, helping her crawl underneath the table, before joining her as well.

“Now. I thought you said your father granted your request and gave you seven months to find a new suitor?” asked Sowon, completely confused with the situation.

Sumin faked a smile, “I thought so too! Now, he did a complete 180 and is telling these people that I am marrying Namjoon on the day when the winter solstice takes place.” She whispered roughly, glaring at her dad as he continues to talk but this time with Namjoon by his side. “He promised to give me time and now, it sounds like I’m ready to head towards the alter! Honestly, it looks like I am not only lying to my people but Seokjin as well.” Sumin added, taking a deep breath.

Sowon frowned and simply nodded, while she put her brilliant mind to work. She’s going to help her soft princess out. Now, the question was how? How would she be able to convince Sumin’s father to give his precious jewel more time?

“Wait…jewel…” She mumbled to herself as she glanced down at her rather voluptuous body. That was it! Time to use what God gave her!

“You know what! I’m just going to give up and then stay underneath this table forever!” Sowon tuned back in to Sumin’s ranted, finding it quite amusing that Sumin reverted back to her surrendering ways.

However, Sowon wasn’t going to have any of it.

“Oh…well…you can do that, and I’ll bring you cheeseburgers once in a while,” She stated, patting Sumin on the head like a pet, “Anyways, let me casually talk to your father okay? Trust me, I will make him shut up for a bit!” She added, winking flirtatiously at the princess.

A look of disgust swiftly appeared on the princess’ face as Sumin eyed Sowon strangely.

“That sounds like you want to make out with my dad, who I might add is MARRIED to my mom!” Sumin pointed out.

Sowon shrugged, “Hmm maybe…I mean he’s kind of cute for an old man.”

“SOWON!” Sumin shouted, well sort of, as she felt the urge to vomit.

“I’m joking. I’m joking,” Sowon tried to calm the grossed-out princess, “Alright. Let me just hypnotize him with my words, then I will install confusion within his mind. That way, he won’t know who to chose for you. Namjoon or Seokjin.” She finished, relaying her idea that only took her only a few minutes to conjure up.

Then, just as Sumin’s about to respond, the girls notice someone taking a seat, right in front of Sowon and if that wasn’t enough, they hear Sumin’s father chatting it up with Namjoon by his side.

Sumin growled out of frustration.

“What now? Hasn’t my father done enough already? I don’t want Namjoon to get his hopes up…” She stated softly yet harshly.

Sowon hummed in response as she tapped her chin lightly.

“Ah! I got it! Don’t worry baby, I’ll get rid of dear old daddy dearest.” She claimed as she proceeded to crawl out from underneath table.

Before Sumin could stop her, Sowon placed her hands on the unknown person’s thighs, using them as leverage to help her out from under the table.

“Oh, hey Jungkook.” She said casually with an alluring smile. She slowly stood up. Her breasts completely in Jungkook’s face, causing the poor boy to fumble his drink and spilling it all over Namjoon’s lap.

The older gentleman gawked, thinking that his friend switched sides even though, in reality, that was not the case.

“I am so sorry man!” Jungkook quickly apologized while Sowon fixed her disheveled hair and wiped away the smudged lipstick stain from the corner of her lips.

Many bystanders eyed them with either pure disgust or strangely because they had the audacity to perform such a lewd act in public.

Using the distraction to her advantage, Sumin quietly crawled out from underneath the table, only to come face-to-face with a familiar pair of shoes.

“Having fun there, princess?” asked the person with a teasing tone of voice.

Sumin forced a smile as she grabbed hold of the person’s hand and hoisted herself up, dusting off any dirt.

“Oh, I am having the time of my life Seokjin.” She answered sarcastically.

Seokjin caught wind of her tone, causing his smirk to become even wider.

“Ooh… Is the princess being a bit snarky this evening?” He teased some more.

Sumin rolled her eyes, no longer entertaining Seokjin with her words. After all, he did run out on her and left her confused and alone for a month.

Seokjin, on the other hand, wasn’t giving up that easily. This was his first time talking to her without Namjoon preventing him from doing so.

“Look, can we please talk? I want to explain my actions from last month. I swear to you that me being a complete ass had nothing to do with you.” He pleaded; his tone soft.

Just as Sumin opened her mouth, she saw her father enter the ballroom, smiling and laughing as if he had the time of his life with Sowon.

Oh…

My…

God…

Sowon had better not slept with her dad…

“Everyone, may I have your attention once more!” The king shouted, gaining everyone’s attention, “It is time for the traditional dance and while yes, it is customary for the princess to dance with her fiancé, it has come to my attention that my ancestors had originally planned for the princess to dance with whomever she deemed worthy of heart, so I would like to continue that custom tonight! So, Sumin, my precious daughter, who would you like to dance with?” Her father asked, finishing his speech.

Every single person, especially the eligible bachelors, looked to the princess, eagerly waiting for the person she would choose.

A faint and long groan left her lips as Sumin began to feel the nerves that always accompanied the unwanted attention.

Now, to add insult to injury, she had to choose between Namjoon and Seokjin. Great.

“Sweetheart, who would you like to dance with?” asked her father once more, deep down knowing that she’d choose Namjoon.

She looked to the right, meeting Namjoon’s pleading eyes. They practically screamed at her to pick him. Pick the better guy. Pick the one who had always been there for her. Pick the person who’s always ready and willing to catch her.

Then, there was Seokjin, who too had this look that begged for her to pick him. Even though, he had screwed up royally with her, he wanted a second chance. He’s not ready to say goodbye to her. Not now. Not ever. He’s ready to be whatever Sumin wanted him to be. She just needed to say yes…

“I…um…choose…”

A/N: And here comes the unwanted cliffhanger! So, who do you think Sumin is going to pick? Let me know with your comments! Also, this might be the last chapter I will release for a bit since school is about to enter the third week, and my workload is increasing! Fun, huh? I got to continue working on my group project, type up some summaries, brainstorm a future story that I'm currently working on, and so much more! Sounds like fun, huh?

And, if you are wondering Sowon is based off @softjeon & Jae Hwa is based off @sin-taehyung! These ladies have been nothing but nice to me, with Jey creating these amazing story headers (except for this chapter’s since why ask her to make a specific one when she already has one made with Namjoon and Seokjin looking like that) and with Jasmin creating these breathtaking headers for me and just being this overall sweetie!

Okay, enough with my sappy appreciation words :) Maybe I will do that for readers who leave amazing comments on my story ^^ I think I will starting next update!

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Propinquity

Pairing: Royai

Rating: K+

Words: 3093

A/N: ‘Propinquity’ is an eloquent and poetic word. This oneshot is not. Watch as I take a super meaningful prompt and turn it into the tropiest trope fest in existence, lol. My prompt for day 1 of Royai Week (and a happy Royai day to everyone!)

Summary: “Propinquity: the state of being close to someone; proximity”

The two military officers stepped through the doors of the run-down inn and out of the torrential downpour with a sigh of relief. The journey to the southern region had already been filled with hours sitting on uncomfortable train benches, missed connections, weather delays, and one very frazzled and annoyed Amestrian brigadier-general. When the fuhrer had suggested (or rather, commanded) General Mustang and his adjutant take the diplomatic trip, Roy hadn’t been expecting it to be such a fiasco. It had seemed like every little thing was systematically and purposefully working against him.

But finally, blessedly, Roy and his captain had made it to where they would be staying. No matter how dilapidated the old inn looked from the outside, the general was already dreaming of his awaiting bed.

“I’ll go check us in. Wait here, sir,” Captain Hawkeye spoke in a voice that was as tired and weary as Roy felt. He didn’t need to be told twice as he shook off a bit of the rain still dripping down his overcoat and set his suitcase down with a weighted ‘plunk’. The lobby of the old inn wasn’t much to speak of, but the general still took full advantage of the few empty chairs scattered about. His feet rejoiced once he sat down.

He mindlessly watched the rain pattering against the front windows for a while and twiddled his thumbs as he waited. He hoped this place at least had hot water. A shower and a warm bed were just what he needed.

It took far longer than it should have for the captain to return, and, upon taking a glance at her scrunched up face as she walked over to where he sat, a decisively dreaded feeling welled up inside of him. Now what’s wrong…

“Bad news, sir,” she began, her tone giving away her exhaustion. It seemed they were both at their wits end and not even remotely prepared to deal with yet another hiccup.

“What?” Roy gritted out, pinching the bridge of his nose as he braced himself.

“The woman at the front desk says our reservation isn’t in their book. She triple checked and there’s no sign of it, despite the fact that I called to confirm a few days ago.”

The general’s entire body slumped against the squeaking chair at her words. Hadn’t the universe thrown enough at them just trying to get here? The dreams of a hot shower and a clean bed were leaving his mind’s eye faster than the bullets exited his adjutant’s guns. “This place is one of the only decent hotels in the area. Are you saying we have no where to stay tonight?”

Giving him a sliver of hope, the captain tilted her head at his question. “Not exactly. They had to move some things around, and it’ll take a minute to get it ready, but they were able to reserve us at least one room for the night.”

The general eyed his body guard with a strange look, wondering why she still seemed so worried. A room was a room, and provided it had an actual bed, Roy didn’t really give a damn.

But, he also knew his captain well enough to guess what was running through her mind. One room, when they had specifically reserved two. It was like a bad romance novel come to life. The general understood Riza’s need for boundaries, especially now as he was rapidly climbing the ranks, but a few nights sharing a hotel room wouldn’t kill her, right?

Perhaps his sheer exhaustion was getting the better of him, because he simply stood to his feet slowly and gave a small shrug of his shoulders. “After the day we’ve had, I’d give anything for just a dry blanket and a shower. It’s not ideal, but I think we’re mature enough to handle it. If it’s alright with you, it’s alright with me.”

Riza seemed to weigh the general’s words for a moment, pondering her various options. He could tell she felt similarly in regards to having someplace to stay for the night. They’d been up since before dawn and it was easily past midnight. They were cold and drenched from having to walk all the way from the station in the rain and were in no mood to go searching for other options because they were afraid of sharing a bed. It was toeing dangerous waters, but not even the captain’s astute fastidiousness was going to get in the way of her desire for a good night’s sleep.

“Fine, we’ll make it work. But you better not snore,” she eventually spoke, gracing him with a small and weary smile. The general returned it and they waited together for the room to become available. Riza mumbled to herself a few times, wondering at what could have possibly happened between her calling to confirm the reservation and their names being completely wiped from the book. Roy had a few suspicions, especially given who the orchestrator of this entire trip was, but he kept his mouth shut for the time being. Best not to put any more unhelpful thoughts into her head.

After a short wait that felt like an eternity to the downtrodden soldiers, a mousy woman came out to inform them their room was ready. They picked up their soggy suitcases and trudged up to the third floor and all the way to their safe haven in room 315. The general paid the accumulated dust along the hallways and the overwhelming musty scent of the place no mind. When the captain turned the key in the lock, he almost let out a cry of relief.

Riza entered first, inspecting the perimeter like she always did. As Roy followed in behind her he couldn’t help but let out a scoff and a small shake of his head. “This place sure looks cozy. As usual, the military’s accommodations are impeccable,” he spoke sarcastically, closing the door behind them and setting his suitcase down next to what he could only assume was supposed to be a dresser. He let loose a sigh as he peeled the soaked overcoat off his shoulders. “You’d think after I finally made brigadier, I’d get more than some random two star dive.”

Still running basic security checks, the captain shot her superior an unphased look. “Border towns aren’t known for their kushy resorts, sir. We took what we could get. I do find it amusing that you’d deem this place worthy enough of two whole stars,” she spoke in her usual flat tone, though the general easily picked up on her own sarcastic edge and smirked at the comment.

“Maybe I’m feeling generous,” he continued to banter, as he sat on the foot of the bed and began to remove his soggy boots.

In a rare showing, Riza gave him a smirk of her own, as she began to remove her coat and boots as well. “Your attitude the entirety of this day would suggest otherwise.”

“Come on, you can’t blame me for that. Alphonse Elric would be grumpy after the day we had.”

The captain tilted her head to concede his point, her military jacket following her coat, revealing the many guns she carried on her person at all times. Casually disarming herself, Riza replied, “Our day should go down in history. I’ve never seen more things go wrong all at the same time than I did today. I still want to know how our reservation got lost.”

The general was silent a moment before he too shed his jacket and spoke conspiratorially. “It is all rather convenient, isn’t it?”

The captain’s brow furrowed as she discarded the last of her guns and opened her suitcase, seemingly searching for her night clothes and basic toiletries. The general tried to ignore how domestic this was beginning to feel. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Why would a place that houses maybe twenty people lose track of one reservation that you confirmed only a short while ago. I think more than the universe is working against us.”

Riza stopped her rifling to shoot her superior a skeptical look. “You’re saying all of this was somehow planned? For what purpose other than to piss us both off?”

“I don’t know,” Roy lied, ending the conversation there. He nodded to the bathroom, offering her the first shower, which she of course refused, before he gathered his things and began to get ready for bed.

The pair were silent after that, not wanting to fully acknowledge the fact that they were sharing a miniscule hotel room for the first time...well...ever. It wasn’t that it was awkward at all. They had known each other far too long to be uncomfortable in a setting like this. No, it was more that this was a bit too comfortable. Like they were a married couple settling into bed after a long day. Going about their nightly routines, neither of them acknowledged the fact.

After a (thankfully) hot shower and a quick change into his night clothes, the general settled into the frightfully small bed that could not possibly be considered a double. He mindlessly waited as his bedside lamp lit the area, listening to the water running as the captain showered, brushed her teeth, and then exited the steaming bathroom into the main space.

She was silent as she came to the empty side of the bed, clothed in a pair of crisp and clean pajamas. She quickly combed through her soaking blonde locks before lifting the blanket and settling in next to him. The general attempted to get comfortable, but her entire aura was rather distracting, and he already knew this was going to be an interesting night. Part of him wished he had just offered to sleep on the grimy floor, to save themselves the inevitable conversation.

Riza seemed wholly unphased, however, and a part of Roy he didn’t normally like to acknowledge bristled at the thought. He watched with a lifted eyebrow as she took one of the free pillows resting behind her and aligned it perfectly in the small space between them. Satisfied with her work, she pulled the thin comforter over her legs and settled in for the night.

Roy, however, wasn’t going to let that small move slide.

“Is that really necessary?” he suddenly asked, just as the captain was moving for the bedside lamp. She turned toward him in confusion.

“What?”

The general simply nodded to the pillow resting between them. “This,” he spoke simply, and a flash of understanding lit up Riza’s face before it scrunched in annoyance.

Letting out a sigh, she replied. “With all due respect, sir, I’d like to have some measure of propriety. Approximately ninety percent of the military would be in stitches if they found out we were sharing a bed. At least this gives us some distance.”

Roy couldn’t help the noise of distaste that bubbled out of him. “It’s taking up half the bed. There’s not a lot of space to speak of, Captain.”

“Yes, exactly. That’s the whole reason it’s there,” Riza threw back in a biting tone, clearly not interested in maintaining this conversation any longer.

“We’re adults, Hawkeye. I think we can manage one night sharing the same blanket.”

“Please, sir, just...just give me this one little thing.”

The tone of her voice stopped him, as her eyes avoided his own. He wasn’t really expecting the uncertainty he found there. Perhaps this was really jarring her more than she was letting on. Suddenly a feeling of guilt at having coerced her into this situation welled up inside of him.

Still, this was not a conversation either of them were even remotely prepared for, and he would probably just make everything worse seriously addressing any of it, so he simply huffed and turned his back to her, switching off his own bedside lamp. “Fine, but if I fall off this thing in the middle of the night I’m blaming you.”

A very familiar sigh escaped her before she too reached for the switch on her lamp. “A sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

“Goodnight, Captain,” he said into the darkness, his tone a touch softer than it had been.

Replying similarly, Riza spoke, “Goodnight, General.”

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Turning over for seemingly the hundredth time in the past few hours, Roy was about ready to scream.

Of course, if he had done that, he would awake his blissfully unaware bed partner.

Really, in all his deepest, darkest fantasies, he had not imagined the two of them in bed together quite like this. Even with the rainstorm and it being the middle of the night, the southern region was proving itself to be as stiflingly hot as he remembered. There was no air conditioning to speak of in the old hotel, and he had angrily discarded the itchy blanket hours ago.

Hearing Riza’s deep breathing made him even angrier. How could she possibly sleep? They each had only a sliver of space to lay out on, thanks to her obtrusive pillow separating them, and the temperature of the room had to be astronomically high. He was about ready to turn traitor on Amestris (again) and march right back up to Central to murder the fuhrer.

Who he just knew had secretly arranged for their current situation, in some weird and misguided plot for great grandchildren.

Well, the current arrangements certainly weren’t helping his case, Roy thought bitterly. He’d rather sleep on the squeaking chairs in the lobby than this stifling room. In a fit of sleep-deprived anger, he yanked away the median pillow and threw it aside before quietly rising to his feet and heading to the small bathroom. He ran some water across his face to try and cool down, before searching somewhere in his exhausted brain for a solution to his insomnia.

Unsurprisingly coming up empty, he sighed and walked back into the bedroom, his foot scuffing across the floor in defeat. This whole trip was just going to be a waste for him, it seemed. He wouldn’t get any sleep, he’d suffocate in the southern heat, and would probably be too grumpy and annoyed to get any diplomatic work done.

And, he’d have to deal with Riza’s ‘pillow’ rule for the next two nights.

What he wouldn’t give to be back in his cluttered apartment in East City.

With one final sigh of defeat, he moved to get back in the bed, only to stop cold when his eyes drifted to his snoozing captain.

She had her back turned, practically hanging off the side as her chest slowly moved up and down with her deep breaths. But, it wasn’t her sleeping form that had him so shocked, it was the sight of her pajama shirt, riding midway up her back from her own twisting around in her sleep. Normally, Roy would have brushed it aside. He didn’t consider himself so depraved that a quick flash of skin would have him immovable. No, it was the horrifically familiar etchings on the skin that did him in.

It had been a while since he’d seen it. Years, in fact. He only remembered the elaborate tattoo in two ways: one, as a fresh recruit coming to offer help to his master’s orphaned daughter and being given far more than he ever expected, and two, as she was being nursed to health following Ishval. When he had burned the skin his eyes were looking upon with his own hands.

He’d never gotten to see the healing process after he’d asked her to come work under him. Though he’d been curious, it would have been far outside their new professional boundaries to ask that of her. So, even though he’d conjured it up in his mind’s eye, he never really had seen the tattoo marred and scarred over as it was now.

To say he was at a loss for words would be an understatement.

Her smooth and perfect skin with so much imperfection was jarring, and had him leaning against the side of the bed for balance. Even years later, he still couldn’t believe that he had done such a thing, that he had laid his hands on her and burned her for the rest of her life. She had told him multiple times not to dwell on the guilt. She had asked this of him, and still fastidiously stuck by her decision, even when the residual reminder would come back, in random bouts of aches and pain.

He still hated himself for it. He didn’t think he would ever stop.

A strange feeling suddenly overcame him, as his hand lightly reached out for the skin, ghosting across the marred edges to the familiar etched design. She was here and she was alive and after all they’d been through, especially since the Promised Day, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with a desire to just...be close.

Stifling hot room be damned.

Attempting to be quiet, lest she wake and start reaching for her guns, Roy reentered the bed, this time facing her back. He made sure to keep his movements discrete as he leaned over and watched the unsuspecting rise and fall of her chest. This was certainly one of the stupidest things he’d ever done (which was saying something, all things considered) but he found he really couldn’t help himself. The rare times he got to have her close to him were times he’d rather forget. Burning her back, watching as she bled out, hoping she’d still be alive and by his side where she belonged. To get to be close to her now, in such a benign setting, was a rare opportunity the general would not let slip away.

Making sure to stay just a touch behind her, Roy gently weaved his arm around the curve of her waist, in a gesture that felt simultaneously familiar and foreign. She squirmed a bit at the new sensation, but seemed to eventually settle in her sleep. The general let out a sigh of relief and laid back on the bed, allowing her quiet breaths to lull him into a much needed sleep while his thumb rubbed lazy circles along the scarred skin.

Certainly when they awoke in the morning, and Riza found the purposefully discarded pillow on the ground and her superior’s arm wrapped around her waist, there’d be hell to pay, but for now, Roy would be content with this. Having her right by his side, having her near to him, being oh so…

Close.

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