I don’t know why, but I’m dying to see Marc go to the museum Steven worked at (hoping it might be a way to bring him back because “come on, Steven. It’s your world here” and because it’s where Steven started building a life of his own) and meet Donna and she’s all judgy because he’s been fired, and he’s a loser - “what you doing here, stevie?”
And it irks Marc because he knows it irks Steven too. “It’s Steven. With a V”, he replies, with a look that she never saw in Steven before, and that prevents her from snapping back.
(And when Steven’s back, Marc tells him he’s got a surprise for him. And he takes them to the museum and Steven’s all like, ah, mate come on, I don’t really wanna go back here, it still hurts you know, wound’s still fresh, anyway, seems dull after everything that happened, but Marc enters and takes a badge that reads “Steven Grant - Tour Guide”
Wait, what is this?, Steven says as Marc pins it on his shirt. Marc, what did you do?
“It’s the job you wanted, isn’t it?”
I mean, yeah, it’s the job I dreamed of, but-
“I swear I didn’t kill nor torture anyone for this”, Marc says.
… threatened?
“Just a little. C’mon, you deserve it. They’ll realise soon enough that they’re lucky to have you.” Just like I did, he keeps to himself.
All ready, Marc puts himself in front of the mirror. “Alright, you’re up. Do your thing.”
“Cheers, thanks a lot.” Steven says, and the first thing he does is touch his new badge with a smile.)
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The Seasons and Love Languages
[Isaac x fem!Reader] + mansion residents
<< Winter + Words of Affirmation >>
“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.
“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”
“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”
The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.
“Why have we stopped?”
She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.
Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.
“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”
“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.
She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.
“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”
“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”
They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.
“Newt, ol’ boy!”
“Isaac, you made it!”
“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”
“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”
“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”
“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”
“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”
“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.
“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”
“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.
Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.
Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.
Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.
He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.
“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.
“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.
A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.
“I love you,” she said.
“Where is this coming from?”
He couldn’t help but ask.
“From me.”
Simple. Simple and so freely given.
‘I love you.’
“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”
And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.
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A/N
The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!
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