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Endangered | Chapter Seven

Paul Lahote x OFC

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

True to their word, every morning someone met me at my driveway to drive me to school, and every afternoon someone was waiting in the parking lot to take me home. Most of the time it was Paul, whose broodiness could be felt a mile away, but Jared took me on Wednesday following the first fight Paul and I ever had Tuesday afternoon on the way home, when he asked if we were going to talk about what happened.

“You can’t just throw away your life when someone else is in danger, Anna!” Paul shouted, first tight around the steering wheel.

“Wow,” I said scoffing, “Real rich coming from you. You literally risk your life every time you go out to keep people safe from rogue vampires.”

“I don’t have a choice in the matter,” he exclaimed.

“Well, neither do I!” I yelled, my voice level rising to meet his  

“Yes! You do!”

“I won’t let another member of my family die at the hands of others Paul, two is enough!”

That silenced him with a sigh, and once he pulled into my house, I jumped out of the car and rushed inside, ignoring him calling my name.  

When Jared showed up to pick me up the next morning, I had been crushed and walked through my day in a haze. The pulling at my chest to see him was too much to ignore.

Leaving school that same day, I walked out with my phone in my hands, debating with myself about calling him, when I saw someone leaning against my car. Even from across the parking lot, I could tell who it was.  

I quickened my step and ran into his arms.  

“I’m so sorry,” I said.  

“No, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, holding me tightly. All of the pain pulling at my chest fades away and is replaced by warmth and bliss. When he pulls back, he chuckles.

“There’s my blue-eyed girl,” He smiles, “When you’re mad it looks like there’s a storm brewing in those eyes.”

“Hm, a convenient warning sign for you.”  

He throws his head back in a laugh and, just like that, things are back to normal.

Friday comes around faster than I expect it to. Jared’s smiling face waiting for me when I walk outside that morning.

“Morning,” I greet him, tossing him my keys. He’s wearing a zip-up hoodie, my only request since this new arrangement started was that they please wear shirts. The stares I was getting from attractive shirtless guys driving my car were too much, the whispers obvious.

“Mornin’” he grins, “Ready to go?”

I nod, handing him a to-go cup of coffee as thanks for the ride. Bella had been taking her own truck this week, going to school early in hopes Edward would be there, and doing who knows what in the afternoon. I found it odd they had gone completely MIA the last few days but wondered if it had to do with the comedown of being tempted by human blood.  

“Ready for the big date tonight?” Jared asks, helping me into the passenger seat. At this point, the action was completely unnecessary, as I gave up natural healing on the third day and spelled away the injuries, but I knew if he didn’t Paul would get into it with him.  

“He told you about it?” Jared just gives me an exasperated look.  

“Please, it’s literally all Paul can think about. That and how he’s going to manage to keep you from getting hurt ever again.”  

“So dramatic,” I sigh.  

“I wouldn’t beat him up too much about it, Anna. I’ve literally never seen him so scared before,” Jared justifies.  

“I know, but I don’t want this to become I reason I’m treated like glass.”

“There’s been a lot of vamp activity lately, the Cullen’s you might consider harmless, but these others… They wouldn’t hesitate. He can’t help it.”

I sink back into my seat.  

“Well, I already told him and Charlie I won’t be gallivanting through the woods anytime soon.”

“Good. None of us ever want a repeat of that night.”

“You know, I didn’t realize when I bonded with Paul that meant I was getting a gaggle of overprotective friends to match.”

“Please, you love us,” he smirks.

He pulls into the school parking lot, parking in a space near the back.

“Are you picking me up too?” I ask, getting out.

“No, don’t worry, lover boy will be here,” Jared joked.  

I flip him off and say goodbye. They usually wait for the lot to clear before running back to the Res in wolf form.

Once again, Edward and the Cullens were no-shows. Bella was obviously worried, it was as if without Edward she would fall into herself and spiral. I didn’t know what I could do to help, so I just gave her space throughout the day.  

Paul was there was the day was over, just as promised. Hugging him, he picks me up and spins me, making me giggle. He’s dressed up a little more than usual. Rather than his usual random shorts and zip-up, he’s wearing a nice pair of flat-front shorts, a grey t-shirt, and a short-sleeve button-down over it with the buttons unbuttoned.  

“Hey beautiful,” he says, kissing my head. He hasn’t truly kissed me since Sunday, but physical affection has always been normal between us.  

“Hi handsome,” I reply, “Ready for our date?”

“Almost, I figured we could stop by your place, let you change, and then we have to stop by Emily’s to grab something. She wants to see you and I would like to avoid her wrath for the next few days.”  

“That sounds perfect. Do I get a hint at what we are doing?”  

He shakes his head and opens the door for me.  

“What’s the fun in that?” He quips.  

Charlie isn’t home when we pull in, and I’m thankful to save Paul the lecture. Kissing his cheek, I tell him to wait while I run in to change.  

“Oh! What should I wear?” I yell.

“Something comfortable!”

I nod and run in. I wanted to enjoy the last semi-warm days before the cold settles in for most of the year. I pull on light wash high-waisted jeans and a black cropped tank. I refresh my makeup and hair, checking myself over in the mirror. I throw on a cream-colored sweater and black sandals before making my way back outside, promptly heading towards La Push.

Walking into Emily’s house, I’m instantly pulled away from Paul as Emily dotes on me in the living room, checking over where I was hurt. She’s reciting a spiel I’ve heard multiple times over from Paul and even Sam in the last few days.

“Emily, it’s okay, see, not even a scar,” I say showing her the unmarked skin on my side. She pulls me into a tight hug, smothering me.

“It was terrifying Anna, when Sam called, they didn’t even know if you were alive.”  

“I know, I’m sorry," I say, not wanting to be dismissive.

“It’s not your fault sweet girl, just please be safe,” she said pulling away. I watch as Paul sneaks into the kitchen and Emily smiles at me.  

“And have fun today,” she says, “You two deserve it.”

I blush and look down, “I will, anything you can tell me?”

“Just that he’s nervous, and obsessed over every detail. It’s very cute, I never expected Paul to be like this. I’m forever grateful you two found each other.”

Paul interrupts us announcing that everything is ready to go. I say goodbye to Emily with a promise to spend time with her over the weekend.

“Are we headed to our final destination?”

“We are,” he concedes.

It’s a short drive to the familiar beach on La Push. Exiting the car, I interlace his fingers with mine as he grabs a cooler out of the back of my car.  

“I didn’t even see you put that there,” I point out.

He winks, ‘That’s the whole point baby.”

We walk through the sand, my shoes in one hand and the other in his, and we walk along the shoreline.  

“Is there a particular place we are going?” I ask, still aching to know.

“Just shush and be surprised,’ he scolds.

“It’s against my nature.” I frown.

“I’ve noticed,” he says kissing the back of my hand.

I’m clued into where we are headed when we make our way to a familiar and secluded area of the beach. We get closer and I gasp. There, on the rocky shore where Paul and I locked eyes for the first time is a beautiful picnic set up, complete with thick blankets and pillows facing the oceans. Lit candles are flickering around the picnic area, and some are set on a low table at the end of the blanket. I feel a tug of nervousness coming from Paul, and I look up at him, tears in my eyes.

“Do you like-?” He starts, but I cut him off by kissing him earnestly. The arm not holding onto the cooler wraps around me and my hand finds the side of his face.

“Like it? Paul, I love it, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” I breathe out, breaking away the kiss slightly.

“Well, I had a little help,” he admits, guiding me to sit down. Opening the cooler, he reveals all the food he brought, setting it on the low table in front of us. One by one he sets out all of my favorite things, sushi, fruit salad, sliced watermelon, sweet tea, my favorite type of chips, and Emily’s croissant sandwiches, with her famous chocolate chip cookies for dessert.  

“Paul, this is amazing. You remembered all of these things?” I look up at him, amazed.

“Of course, I did, just like I remember how much you love being by the ocean, and how I remember what I felt when I saw you here for the first time. It seemed like a good place for our first official date.”

I lean against him, my back to his chest, as he wraps his arms around me.  

“Tell me about it,” I whisper, and feel him take a deep breath.  

“I was honestly terrified. I thought if I ever imprinted, I would feel like another thing had been taken away from me. I already dislike being forced into this life, how could I force someone else? But when I saw you, it didn’t matter what I did or didn’t like. It’s like my center of gravity shifted from the earth to you. I just wanted to be next to you, make you happy. And of course, you had gotten yourself hurt, so I was panicked, already worried I would hurt you in some way.

When you told me you felt it too? It was a huge weight off my shoulders, not having to explain this all to you really was something I was dreading. And then you wanted to be around me? It felt right. I’ve felt like a burden a lot of my life, but I’ve never felt like that with you.”

It’s silence for a moment as the weight of his words settles in.  

“You know, even if you hadn’t changed, we still would have been soul bonded. It doesn’t change on my end if a person is human or not. Do you hate that?” I say, scared of the answer.

“No, even without the imprint, you would be it for me, Anna,” he pauses, “Tell about it from your perspective?”

“Well, things were hard beforehand. Moving here was rough, and discovering that the Cullen’s were vampires, the one creature my mom wanted me to stay away from so desperately? It was like I was constantly in survival mode. Gravity is a good way of describing it because suddenly, I needed to be near you,” I pause, handing him two soda cans, he opens one and hands it back to me, knowing I can’t do it myself most of the time and it makes me smile.

“For a while now, my soul felt broken, and while I’ll still always miss my parents, it feels like I can be a person again. It was like I was a puzzle piece, trying too hard to fit into others, and then you along and fit perfectly. I can feel your emotions, which makes me feel grounded, which is why I have never bought into this narrative of you being so angry.”

“I use to be. I was an angry kid. My parent’s divorce was pretty nasty, and then when my mom had cancer... I just felt angry at the world. And then, because of that anger, I became a part of the pack. Suddenly, my life wasn’t my own anymore.”

“It’s a tough situation, no one can blame you for those feelings.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t handle it in a healthy way. Now, just being near you calms me down, gives me clarity on my reactions and actions.”

He kisses my head and holds out a strawberry for me to eat. I lean forward and take it from his hand with my mouth, earning a chuckle from him.  

We eat and talk (and kiss) until the sun starts to set on the horizon. I take in all the colors in the sky and take deep breaths. Paul’s laying his head in my lap as I run my hands through his hair with one hand, the other is using some magic to make shapes in the sand.  

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how interesting your powers are,” Paul says. I smile and let the sand fall to the ground, shy that he noticed.

“This is really beautiful,” I say looking out to the water.

“Not as beautiful as you.”  

“Cute,” I quickly kiss him, “but not true.”

“I think it’s very true,” he stands up, holding out his hand to me, helping me up when I take it in mine.

“You’re biased,” I mention, but he just shrugs, lifting me up and spinning me around. His amber eyes shine, and his tan skin looks like copper in the sun. I know he is handsome, but every once in a while, it hits me again and takes my breath away.  

“You're going to spoil me Lahote, I would watch out.”

“I think you might deserve it,” he kisses me on my nose, setting me down.  

We walk to the water and I roll up the cuffs of my jeans to let the waves wash over our feet, watching the sunset, hand in hand. It is perfect, and Paul Lahote is the center of my universe at this moment.  

Just as the last of the sun is almost below the horizon, we slowly pack up our things. I fold up the last blanket, holding it close to me as my phone rings. I answer it as I see its Charlie, at the same time, Paul’s phone goes off.  

“Hello?”

“Anna? Oh, thank god. Is Bella with you?” Charlie’s voice is frantic at the end of the line.

“No, I’m in La Push on a date right now. I haven’t seen Bella since I left school,” I say, confused.

“God, I’m sorry, can you please come home? I can’t find Bella.”

“Yeah, I can. What do you mean you can’t find-”  

“The rest of the police are here, I gotta go. I’ll see you soon Anna?” Charlie interrupts.  

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

Hanging up, I look at Paul who’s getting off the phone as well.

“Paul, I’m sorry, I- I have to go home,” I stutter.

“I know, that was Sam. He’s going out to help look for Bella. I’ll drive you home.”

I nod and grab his hand, walking back to my car as fast as possible.  

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Pulling up to my house, everything was illuminated by police lights and flashlights. I run out of the car and up to Charlie.

“What’s going on?” I cry.

“Anna?” Charlie sighs in relief “Oh my god, Anna.” He engulfs me in a hug.  

“Uncle Charlie, what’s happening? Where’s Bella?”

“She’s missing. No one has seen her since she left school, and she’s not answering her phone. Our neighbors saw her entering the woods.”

My hand covers my mouth in a gasp, and I look at Paul. He kisses me on the temple and whispers to me.  

“We are out looking for her now, I’ll go help.”

Nodding, I kiss him quickly.  

“Thank you,” I whisper, he just nods back. I turn back to Charlie, hoping to distract him from Paul’s disappearance. Harry Clearwater catches my eye and dips his head in acknowledgment, calling Charlie’s name.

Billy Black is also here, and standing next to him is Jacob. He must have seen me with Paul because I can’t tell if he is looking at me in disgust or betrayal.  

“What can I do?” I ask Charlie.

“Just stay in my line of sight, please? I can’t have you in the woods to right now. We have people searching the trails near the house right now, and we will start a grid search soon,” Charlie is handling this better than I would have thought, compartmentalizing into Sherrif mode at the moment, “Have you heard from Edward?”

I shake my head, “No, I haven’t seen him since Bella’s birthday party.”

With an exasperated sigh, he goes back to the map on his car.

I walk up to Harry, one of the tribe’s elders who had welcomed me in with open arms.  

“Do you think they’ll find her?” I ask lowly.  

“I do, Sam and Jared have been out since Charlie called me.”  

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.  

“Has there been any... other activity?”

“Not this past week. Sam doesn’t think that's something to worry about right now.”

“Thank god.”  

“We’ll find her sweetheart, don’t worry,” he says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I thank him and stand next to Charlie, feeling useless.  

Jacob doesn’t attempt to talk to me, and I suspect that’s due to his dad shooting daggers at him. I am tempted to read his mind but always felt like it was a violation of someone’s privacy. I avoided using it on people I was close to, and out of respect for Jake, I don’t.

The minutes tick by, search parties come up empty, and Charlie continues to call the Cullen’s for answers, up until Billy speaks up.  

“The Cullen's left town Charlie,” he says.  

“ What? ” I shout. They left? After all that talk about protecting Bella, how much Edward loves Bella. I’m furious as it dawns on me. Did Bella go with them? Leave Charlie again?

“Where’d they go?” He asks.  

I don’t hear the answer, lost in my own thoughts on how to pick up the pieces that Bella would leave broken.

“Charlie,” Jacob's voice cuts through my mind. Sam is carrying Bella out of the forest, listless in his arms.  

“Oh god,” I say, running towards him behind Charlie.  

“She’s alright!” he announces, and Charlie takes her from his arms. Bella curls into her father's arms like a child, barely awake, and tears silently fall down my face. The broken pieces are not Charlie, they are Bella. The Cullen’s abandoned her, and we will be here to try to put her back together.  

Sam calls my name, breaking my stare.

“Thank you,” I croak out. He wraps me in a hug. Sam is like the older brother I never had, while Jared was annoying and playful, Sam was caring, always looking out for me now that I was a part of his family.

“Don’t thank me, I was just helping out,” He wipes the tears from my face, “I’m going to go find Paul, do you him to come over?”

I nod weakly, “Yes, please.”  

He sends me inside, but not before I see Jacob, staring at Sam with intensity, Sam just stares back, not backing down.  

Bella is on the couch, still seemingly unconscious, while Charlie gets up to get water. I quickly recite a spell and check her over, but there’s no physical damage to repair, just looming darkness on her soul, something magic can’t fix.  

I sigh and walk over to Charlie, who’s leaning on the counter, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes.

“She’s okay,” I say.  

“She’s okay,” he repeats, like the more we say it, the more truthful it will be. There isn’t much else to say really, not until Bella wakes, and I can assess the damage down.  

I sit with Bella as Charlie disperses the people in the yard, thanking them and saying goodbye. My eyes are heavy as I watch over her, still trying to understand what exactly happened when Bella starts screaming.

“Bella!” I fall next to her, and Charlie rushes through the door. I shake her when she screams again.  

“Bella!” Charlie yells, shaking her shoulders.

Bella’s eyes burst open, and she hyperventilates as she looks around. Tears falling out of her eyes.  

“He’s gone.”  

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A/N: Tag list open! 

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

I was tagged by @disgruntledkittenface and @laynefaire to share five fics of mine that I really like. Thank you!!! I was telling Maggie that I had been hesitant to do this meme since I really only have...five fics when you exclude time stamps folded into series, but then SHE was like “You always have things to say about them, so why SHOULDN’T you do it?” And you know what? She’s right. So here you go. My five fics.  

Own the Scars (144K)

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

Looking back, I can’t believe I had the guts to post THIS after being a lurker in the fandom for years, both because of the length and the subject matter. Rehab! Tomlinshaw! Slow burn Larry! It was GUTSY. I had only JUST started actively interacting with the fandom in the six months before I published. Absolutely no one knew me. I was incredibly lucky to meet people who had bigger followings when I went to Harry’s show at the Ryman and they boosted my fic posts and got the story out there. None of them are overly active in the fandom still, but they eternally have my gratitude. I posted this one in CHUNKS, if you can believe it. I did it to try and organically build an audience for the fic, and of course, for the drama. 

Finally, this fic wouldn’t exist if Maggie hadn’t said “Yes” when I asked her if she thought I could turn this screenplay I had written back in college into a Larry fic. Thank you for showing me how to write in the present tense, Marshmallow. I never want to write without you. 

There’s Such a Lot of World to See (125K) 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Harry asks, thumbing at Louis’ hip. “Like what?” Louis asks breathlessly. “Like you’ve seen a ghost or summat,” Harry muses. “You did it all the time the other day and you did it just now.” Louis swallows hard, studying him intently. “You remind me of someone,” Louis says softly, tucking a curl behind Harry’s ear. “Someone I lost.”

Louis has seen a great many things throughout his travels in time and space, but only one he can’t explain: He keeps meeting the same boy, who says the same thing to him each time. The boy should be impossible.

Maybe he is.

A love story that defies the boundaries of space and time. Doctor Who AU.

To this day, I can’t believe I wrote this in six months, right after publishing OTS. For me, this one is the very definition of writing the fic YOU want to read. I adore this fic. I re-read it recently and CRIED even though I fucking wrote it. Doctor!Louis is probably my favorite Louis I’ve ever written. I am forever proud of all the action scenes and how alive they feel. Louis literally coming regeneration energy in the smut scene is something I consider part of my writing legacy. I know this one requires a big buy-in right away, but I’ve been so proud of how many non-Doctor Who fans have taken a chance on this one. Here I am, once again, begging you to give this one a shot if you haven’t. 

Let Our Hearts Collide (76K)

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

I think my favorite thing about adaptation is that you get to dig deeper on themes that already exist in the movie/TV show but the script doesn’t allow time to fully explore them. While You Were Sleeping is not just a love story, it’s a story about finding your family and Let Our Hearts Collide became a story about pulling yourself up out of the darkest of times. I’ll always be grateful for the amount of emotional labor Maggie put into this one as we explored Harry’s sense of grief and loneliness. This one taught ME a lot, and this Harry is 100% my favorite Harry I’ve ever written. 

No Bunny But You (13K) 

“So you saw the bunnies then?” Harry clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, those were a bit of a surprise,” Liam huffs. “I mean, they definitely weren’t part of what we commissioned from him, but they’re kind of cute, right?” Harry sputters a laugh. “What?” Liam asks, the furrow in his brow deepening. “They are cute little bunnies!” “Cute little bunnies that are fucking,” Harry snickers. “What?” Liam gasps. “Liam,” Harry says, trying to school his face into a serious expression. “Those bunnies are fucking.”

A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer.

I was SO BLOCKED after finishing Let Our Hearts Collide until I saw this mural on the bar around the corner from my office at the time and the fic practically wrote itself. It’s fun, it’s sexy, and I still can’t believe Harry liked it so much he designed all of his tour merch around it. ;-) 

Mine Would Be You (114K) 

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

There’s not much to say about this one that I haven’t said before. Mine Would Be You was a true labor of love, and it taught me that if you have a story to tell, it will make its way out of you eventually. I came up with the concept in my mid 20s but think I wasn’t ready to write this one until I had lived a little bit more, had my heart broken a little (a lot) more, and come to terms with my own artistic journey, as someone who always dreamed of making it as an actor, and as someone who gave up that dream because that’s how life goes sometimes. It’s a story I couldn’t have written without making peace with my 25 year old self. It’s a story that I could not have written without the lessons I had learned from all the stories I had written before it. It’s a story that, in my heart of hearts, I believe ended up manifesting my current job. Sometimes, I still feel like I’m recovering from writing this one, 2 years later. I gave everything I have to this fic, and I’m just so fucking grateful that it comes through on the page. 

Who hasn’t done this already? @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @greenfeelings @absoloutenonsense​ @twopoppies​ @indiaalphawhiskey​ sorry if you have and I just haven’t seen it! 

[brascu]

As you guys know, I’m writing that one story about Klaus and Five living in the apocalypse.

As you may not know, I’m writing it not only about their relationship but also about their powers. After all, why not? Or better saying, how could I not?

But as you know about writing fanfiction, one has to jump into the subject and study the story and concepts behind said story. So I’ve been thinking about their powers quite a lot. And I might try to share what I thought here. (there will be spoilers)

I think everyone know by now that I believe Klaus is the most powerful character in the show, and again I’ll explain why and include some new thoughts. But first I need you all to understand that Klaus’ and Five’s powers are actually super similar.

Both of them can see things the others cant. Klaus the ghosts, Five other points in time. But what are ghosts if not rests of something that was and is not anymore? Technically, Klaus has access in real time to the past.

Both of them can bend dimensions somehow. Five can change the past and therefore create a new future. He can study the future so he can manipulate the past. Klaus is a link between two realms, the living one and the dead one.

Both of them are virtually immortal. Klaus is, well, Klaus. Five can reverse the time flow while dying to prevent his own death. Also, if he could make himself young once, he can do it again.

Five travels in two directions. He can travel in space and he can travel in time. 

Klaus also has, at first sight, two directions. To the void and back from the void. but there’s a thing about the void.

At first we thought he would only be able to come back to his own body, so as long as his body was there he would be able to be back. But at the end of season 3 we understand that he can create a new body to come back. Not only that, he creates his new body in a whole different dimension, which tells us that, using the void as a scale, he could create a new body anywhere he didn’t have one.

When Five goes back in time, he changes the past, so the future he’ll find when he travels ahead in time will never be the same future where he came from.

If you guys watched Community, you must remember that one episode they’re trying to decide who’ll go down the stairs to get the pizza and someone decides to throw a dice. Each time the dica falls, we have a new disastrous version of what would happen to the ones who were waiting for the pizza and at the end of the episode Abed gets the dice in the air so they wouldn’t create multiple realitys.

I believe each time Five, and the others, travel through time they create a new reality, a new timeline. The last one does not sease to exist, they’re just unable to get to it with Five’s powers, since he can only travel back and forth, therefore not having access to the last, pay attention, dimension where they came from.

That’s how we get to 2019 in the third season.

Klaus, on the other hand, still has access to their last dimension. How? you ask me, and fret not! I’ll explain.

We already know he is able to create a nes body outside of his previous dimensions, right? But how would he appear in a new one that is out of Five’s range of back and forth? 

In the third season, when he dies and meets his mother, there’s a fishy thing there: His mother died before he was ever born.

We know, because the show showed us, that the mothers all developed their bellys in a matter of instants and they had no previous knowledge ot their pregnancies. If Klaus’ mother died before he was ever born, how did she knoe who he is?

And If Klaus was never born in this timeline (dimension), how did she watch his whole life to the point she saw him dying 56 times? 

I believe the Void is a dimension of its own, not really able to be divided by the creation of a new timeline and therefore conected to every single timeline that ever was.

That way Klaus would be able to create a new body at any time and place, in any timeline, as long as he didn’t have a body there to receive his soul. Which, here between us, is pretty neat.

So if Five travels in x (space) and y (time), Klaus travels in x, y and z (dimensions), as long as he is always comming from (0x,0y,0z) which is the void.

Now we get to the commission.

Our present Five (understand it as the one we follow through the show) is dealing with dificulties caused by the creation of multiple dimensions and paradoxes. He’s seeing his family, the most important thing to him, suffer. And, technically, it’s all thanks to him. 

His future self, in my eyes, has all the reason to try to prevent multiple timelines from happening, especially because he doesn’t have access to those same timensions Klaus has. So he creates the commission.

What is the commission? Its a company that works to keep the timeline from diverging. To keep the timeline from creating new versions of itself so FIVE is able to travel through it without getting lost.

The thing is that this already created a paradox, since Five, before creating the commission or even by creating the commission, creates multiple paradoxes. So the thing he created to help him is trying to kill him through 2 seasons because he is the one messing up with time in the first place.

All that to say that if those idiots (said with love) worked together and combined their powers, Klaus and Five would actually be able to go back to their original timeline, but they would have to go to the really original one, the one where all the siblings died, and kill Klaus to not create a new paradox.

The problem then would be the “sparrow ben paradox”, since none of Five’s siblings would have any memory of what their existence through timelines was, so technically they wouldn’t be the same people Five has been dealing with throughout the show, just like Sparrow Ben is not Brelly Ben, even if they are the same person. And even if he already loved his family while living in the void, Five learned to love his known family even more.

So I don’t think that, even if they had thought of doing so they would do it, because they wouldn’t just leave their siblings in a distopia by themselves so Five would get a new shot of saving them and Klaus could just hang out in the void.

So even if they are able to go back, the only way is forth in the timeline written in their life line, not in numbers in a calendar.

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¡Sí! - La Trinidad del Amor: Chapter four

In life, nothing is sure… but you always count on one thing. True Love, the ones who have it are the luckiest people in the world. Not everyone does… but the people in our story do. They fought through Fire, They fought through an ocean, They fought through the sun and the moon. There are six of them, and they form a trinity, the trinity of true love

Okay, here is the second part of the Simbar wedding, the actual wedding day. ¡Sí! - La Trinidad del Amor started as a gift for @putonmyfavoriteshow as the first chapter is dedicated to her but I wanna say that this chapter especially is also dedicated to her and all the other Simbar and Ambar lovers on the internet. She finally gets the happiness she deserves.

¿Alguna vez hubieras pensado que, dado el lugar donde comenzamos, tú y yo éramos una oportunidad de encontrarnos?

“Well guitarista, I am pretty sure this is the best you have ever looked,” Matteo shouted to Simon from the bed in the hotel room after the hairstylist had finished with Simon’s hair, “It was totally worth it to it being necessary for four of us to hold you down so you wouldn’t move. But that’s the price of beauty.”

“Matteo, leave him alone,” Gastón remarked from next to Matteo, even if he also seemed to be on the prink of laughing. Ramiro and Nico had not even tried to keep it and were already folding over from laughter on the couch. 

“You guys will be the death of me,” Simon turned back to ward the mirror and stared at his image for a moment. Delfi had been in charge of the men’s wardrobe under Ambar’s direction. Simon and all of his groomsmen were going to be wearing honey-colored bowties accompanied by white dress shirts and black tuxedos. “Pedro, can you give me that notebook from the nightstand?”

“Here you go,” Pedro, his best man, brought his lyrics notebook to him. Simon had written his vows in there, mostly because he wanted them to be in a safe place so he wouldn’t lose them, but also because he didn’t want Ambar to see them and he had a very annoying habit of leaving loose papers all over the place. “Thanks. I just wanna go over them one more time.”

There was a knock on the door once Simon finished reading the vows in his head. They were perfect. He was really looking forwards to getting to say them to Ambar. He looked up as Pedro walked over to open the door.

“Okay, we just got Abuela, Mom and Dad to the ceremony venue,” Rico and Julio came through the door, “Mom has probably already cried like five times.”

“Already?”

“Yeah,” Julio threw himself on the couch, “the first time was when she was looking at your baby pictures with Abuela, the second and maybe the third one was when she saw us in tuxedos. I don’t even know why she cried for the last times.”

“This is your fault Simon, she is gonna be like the whole week at least.” Rico came to him and playfully punched him on the shoulder, “Well, anyways, you have finally become a man. Congratulations.”

Simon chuckled. Rico has terrible at expressing emotion. “I love you too, Rico. And you Julio.”

There was another knock on the door. Simon turned towards it confused. They were not expecting anyone else…

“I came to inspect the groom!” Jazmin burst in as Pedro opened the door. Jazmin was already in full bridesmaid costume, with a full-length shampanja colored dress with a V-neck and her red hair on a braided bun on the top of her head and decked out in gold accessories. Simon knew what the bridesmaids would be wearing since Luna had been sending him a lot of pictures. Ambar had apparently banned everyone from showing any pictures to their significant other, so Luna had said that she needed to gush about how pretty the dress was to someone. 

Jazmin determinedly made her way to Simon and gave him a thorough “pat down” with her eyes. Simon tried to look for help from the other people in the room but they just all gave him the “It’s Jazmin, don’t question it” look.

“You’ll have to do,” Jazmin said and simply walked ot the door.

“Uhmm, did I pass the inspection?” Simon wondered out loud as he sat back down on the armchair.

“I would say yes, but it is Jazmin. You can never tell.” Gastón remarked.

“Maybe this has something to do with that Ambar asked me to burn your beanies,” He heard Matteo continue.

“What?”

“Nevermind. Nothing. Look at the time.”

“Matteo is right,” Pedro said looking at the clock on the wall, “time to get you ready Simon. It’s already over 11 pm.” The ceremony would be starting at 12:30 sharp. 

“Lets get the coat,” Pedro came over with Simon’s tuxedo jacket and helped in on him. The buteneirs were on a tray that had been delivered very early in the morning, Pedro, as the best man took care of Simon’s while everyone else attached their own to the coats.

“Well, it seems like Simon will be the first one of us to sign up for the life “prison” sentence”, Ramiro joked patting Simon on the back, “Good luck to you. Have fun no longer being a free man.”

“Well thank you!” Simon laughed, “I’ll send you my report from jail as soon as I get there. But hey! I won’t be lonely for long, Gastón is joining me there very soon.”

“I’m looking forwards to some tips.” Gastón smiled at him. 

“Okay, gentleman.” Pedro cleared his throat, “I think it is starting to be the time for us to pick up our ladies from the bride’s room, so Simon, best of luck to you. We’ll see you at the altar in an hour.” 

“Okay, bring it you guys,” Nico said before everyone walked out of the door.

“To Simon and Ambar!” All the guys pulled him into a huge group hug. 

After Simon was left alone in his room, he sat down on the bed and looked out through the window. This was it. In an hour he’d see Ambar walking down to aisle to him. Soon she’d be his wife, his forever. 

***

“Now take a deep breath, since we’ll do the hairspray next,” Ambar’s hairstylist said as she pinned the last curl in place. “It’ll be windy on the beach so we really need to make sure it’ll last.”

Ambar took a deep breath as the smell of hairspray surrounded her. The hairstylist pinned the last curls in place and then placed a golden diadem, which had white flowers on it, on her head. Ambar had hand-picked all her jewelry which had taken a couple of months, but she had finally found everything she had been looking for. 

“I pinned it very tight, so it is not falling off, but still please refrain from banging your head side to side like you would be in a rock concert. If something dislodges here, it’ll take everything with it, otherwise, we are done”

“You know, my future husband is a musician but I highly doubt that this will result into a rock concert,” Ambar laughed. She turned towards the mirror and gasped lightly. Her hair was on a half up half down look with a lot of tight curls and the makeup, which had been done a little earlier, was a perfect mix of golden and glowy. “Thank you. This is perfect.”

“Ambar, you look perfect,” Delfi said as she was helping Ambar put the rest of the jewelry on, “You look like a literal goddess.”

“Don’t excatarate.” Ambar rolled her eyes smiling. 

“Well, will I do?” She turned around in the chair and faced all of her bridesmaids who had been getting ready at the same time as her. Now they were all sitting in a row on the bed —all except Jazmin who had run off to some mission of her own right after her hair and makeup had been done. 

“Simon won’t be able to keep it together. You are so beautiful cousin,” Luna gasped. 

“Thanks Luna,” Ambar reached over to take her hand, “Thank you for everything you have done. I literally could have not done any of this without you.”

“Okay, I am done.” Jazmin had appeared through the door.

“What were you doing?”

“Well, I had to make sure he wasn’t wearing a beanie. There is no way I could have let you say “I do” to him if he had.”

“Well, I am glad he didn’t,” Ambar laughed. 

Knock, knock. Someone was knocking on the door maybe 30 minutes later.

“Who is it?” Luna asked as she walked towards the door. Luna had been the one who had taken the Groom must not see the bride before the wedding thing the most seriously. 

“The best man.”

Luna opened the door and Pedro came in with the rest of the groomsmen.

“We came to fetch the bridesmaids.”

“Well, looking good Ambar. Simon is definitely gonna flip,” Matteo said walking over to Ambar, “It’ll be a good thing if he gets his vows out. And you look gorgeous as well, Chica Delivery,” Matteo said turning his attention towards Luna.

“Matteo, stop flirting with my maid of honor,” Ambar rolled her eyes, “this is my wedding.”

“I think it is time for us to go,” Delfi pointed out.

“She is right,” Luna agreed. “We just need the bouquets. Hey!! I didn’t forget!” she jumped excitedly as all the girls went to pick up their own bouquet of white roses from the table. 

“Lets go,” Pedro said offering his arm to Luna. 

“Good luck.” Delfi quickly said to Ambar before taking up the arm Matteo was offering to her.” 

It took five minutes for everyone to file out of the room. Ambar took a deep breath and sat back down, appreciating the last moment of peace and quiet until the wedding would officially start. 

She was of course looking forward to it immensely. She had been dreaming on this day for so long.

“To me, it seems the time to dress the bride,” Sarah came through the door with her wedding dress.

Ambar stood up and took her robe off and Sarah helped her into the gown and started buttoning the buttons, which trailed all through the back of the dress. After that, she put on her bronze-colored shoes and took one last look at herself in the mirror. Somehow the dress looked even better than the last time she had tried it on. The golden trim on the hem would look absolutely gorgeous in the sun. 

She looked at the clock. 25 minutes until the ceremony was set to begin so she needed to start making her way toward the venue. She would be walking herself down the aisle. She grapped her own bouquet which was much more elaborate than the ones her bridesmaids had with white roses and gold leaves.

She was ready. Ready to become Mrs. Alvarez.

***

Simon arrived at the ceremony venue 45 minutes before the ceremony was set to begin. He stopped at the end of the aisle and looked around. The ceremony was taking place on the seaside shore of Cancun. There were a bunch of arches that were full of white and pink roses. The altar was on a raised platform where there was a gazebo with white veils. Simon had last seen the venue two days ago when it had not yet been 100 % set up. 

It was absolutely beautiful.

He started walking down the aisle throwing greetings to all of his relatives who were already seated. 

“I can’t believe this day has really come,” his parents came up to him as we walked up to the altar, “We were just teaching you how to walk, and now you are getting married.” Carla started to get tears in her eyes again. 

“Mom, can you at least try to keep it together before the ceremony?” There was a fat chance of that ever happening. Simon very vividly remebered how much Mom had cried during Maya’s wedding.

“Simon!” After his parents, he was pulled into a crushing hug by his aunt, Alice Vargas. “I'm sorry we weren’t able to see you earlier, but we were just able to come over yesterday. We would never miss your wedding. You remember Agustin?” Alice gestured over to her husband. She had moved to Buenos Aires in her early twenties, and Simon had not met his uncle that many times.

“Simon, very good to see you!” Alice’s son, Simon’s only cousin from his mother’s side, appeared from behind his parents with a girl wearing a violet dress who Simon vaguely recognized.

“Leon, good to see you too. Glad to see you made it, I know that you are very busy.” Simon’s cousin Leon was also a musician with a popular band. They had never been that close as kids since Leon had grown up in Buenos Aires. They had kind of reconnected after Roller band had taken off. 

“We finished a tour a month ago, so I definitely had time for this, Primo.”

“I have been following All Four You, you are really doing amazing.”

“I could say the same about you.” Leon leaned closer to him, “Lets get you married first, but after that we could maybe talk about a collaboration.”

“Sounds good. I’ll call you after the honeymoon.”

“Oh, and this is Violetta.” Leon said gesturing to the girl next to her.

Violetta Castillo? Simon realized finally where he had seen her. She was that known Argentinian singer. Was she Leon’s girlfriend, since according to his memory she and Leon both had gone to that same music school? 

“We better sit down,” Leon said looking around, “Lets talk more later.”

Simon did not have a watch but his gut told him that it was almost time. His gut had been right as he saw Maya walking Valeria, who was the flower girl, to the end of the aisle. 

The music started playing, and Simon took a deep breath. Ambar had chosen an instrumental arrangement of the song Reflection for her to walk down the aisle to. Simon knew that Matteo had a bet with his brothers about how long it would take before he cried. He honestly didn’t know how long he would last.

Valeria was the first one down the aisle. She was skipping happily and throwing flower petals everywhere. She was the cutest thing in existence. Her good behavior must have been a huge relief to Maya, even if Simon had personally never once doubted it. Valeria made it in the end of the aisle, but instead of going to her father like in the rehearsals, she ran up to Simon and gave him a small hug before skipping happily to Antonio. 

Then came the bridal party. Rico and Julio came first walking Maria and Rika. Then came Gastón with Nina. Ambar had made the wedding party order into a bit of a math problem since there were more girls in the group than guys, even with the addition of his siblings. She had ended up finding a quite creative solution. 

Next one down the aisle were Jim and Yam. After they had expressed their desire to walk down the aisle together, the end solution had been to have both Nico and Ramio walk Jazmin down the aisle. 

From the looks of it, as the trio was coming down, Jazmin had nothing against it. And it would not look that out of place as the couples had been mixed up anyway since Luna and Pedro were the maid of honor and the best man, so Matteo had been left walking Delfi down the aisle. 

Luna flashed him a huge smile as she came down the aisle with Pedro. 

The music slowed down and… and Simon was blinded by a very bright light as his heart skipped a beat. 

She was so beautiful. Ambar stood at the end of the aisle and started walking slowly toward him. 

Honestly, he must have blacked out for a while because all a sudden she was just a mere five meters away from him. His breath got hitched in his throat as he stepped down from the platform to meet her. She was even more beautiful from up close. He extended his hand to her and she took it and he led her to the altar. 

“Good day.” She smiled at him after having handed her bouquet to Luna.

“Same to you.” he took her hands on his and leaned to her ear and whispered, “You are so beautiful.”

“Ladies and Gentleman, friends and family,” the officiant started speaking, “We are here today…”

Simon felt like he couldn’t hear anything that the officiant was saying since he just got lost in Ambar’s eyes. He finally came back to the present as Pedro came behind him giving him his notebook as it was the time for the vows. 

He knew the vows by heart at this point, but he still opened the notebook, because he was afraid that he would just stumble over his words if he tried to go off book. 

“Ambar, to be honest, eight years ago, I would have never imagined being standing here. I think you can relate to this. At the time we didn’t know each other, and even after I met you, I never could have predicted this. But today, there is no other place I’d rather be”

“I’m the one who has been granted the special glimpse to the smart, funny, and sensitive woman that you are. The girl who is under that tough and absolute badass woman that you also are. You know what you want and are not afraid to take it. You have taught me so much about what it is to go above and beyond for what you want.”

“I love you, and I promise I’ll be there on your side, whatever we face. I’ll promise to listen to you talk about legal jargon that I totally don’t understand. You are the one for me. Not just because you allowed me to help you, when you were at your lowest, but also because you always wanted me. You didn’t want the stars from the sky, or the peak of Mount Everest, you wanted me. I love you, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

He gave his notebook back to Pedro and looked back at Ambar, who was smiling at him widely. Luna came behind her, handing Ambar a piece of paper. It was time for Ambar’s vows. Simon was sure he wasn’t going to be able to keep it together. 

“Simon, I would be lying if I said that I always knew that this was my future. But I also would be lying if I said that I haven’t been dreaming of this moment for a long time. Our journey started when I threw your best friend into a pool and it led us here, back to Cancun, back to this beach, where we will be united.”

“You have been the one who guided me to the right track. You always saw the person who was inside me, the one even I didn’t know existed. I learned to be myself, I learned to forgive myself. With you I know that the only one I need be is the one I can be, not the one I thought I should be. I can be loved just as I am, and I don’t need to change, I don’t need to be perfect. You love me and that's enough.”

“You are selfless and kind, and always put everyone before yourself. You don’t judge. You are the only one I love, the one who showed me the light. Simon, you saved me. I am going to be there for you when you become a world-famous musician. I am your biggest fan, and I will keep being that. Where ever roller band goes, I will follow. All because I love you, and there is no question about that, not ever and definitely not today.”

Simon felt a couple of tears falling on his cheek and he hastily wiped them away as the officiant took over. Pedro was in charge of the rings which he now presented to the officiant.

“Simon Diego Alvarez, do you take Ambar Esmeralda Smith, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Simon answered and took the ring from the officiant and slid it on Ambar’s finger. 

“Ámbar Esmeralda Smith, do you take Simon Diego Alvarez to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Ambar answered and slid the ring on Simon’s finger. 

The officiant smiled. “It is my great pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Alvarez. You may kiss the pride.”

Simon didn’t need to be told twice and neither did Ambar. Her hand her round his neck in a second and her took her by the waist, taking her lips into his, kissing his wife for the very first time.

***

“Now both raise your gazes towards the sunset,” the photographer directed Simon and Ambar as they were taking the wedding pictures after the ceremony. 

Simon twirled her swiftly around to face her as the photographer snapped some more shots.

“Wait!” they both jumped as Jazmin’s voice rang in the salty sea air, “just hold on for a moment,” Jazmin ran over and came to fix Ambar’s skirt’s hem and then turned around to fix Simon’s bow time, “proceed.”

“Next, both look towards the horizon, and the groom put your hands on bride’s shoulders,” the photographer said and Ambar and Simon turned towards the ocean. The sun was still high in the sky, which gave the pictures optimal lighting. They would be taking some sunset pictures later too, but now was the time for the official shots. “And now as you are both looking at the beautiful sea, think about freedom.”

Freedom? Ambar smiled shortly. These were wedding pictures and freedom was not exactly how you’d describe marriage. Simon was the love of her life and she wouldn’t trade this for anything, but it was still far from freedom.

“Okay, thats it for the only two of you,” the photographer snapped that last shot, “Now lets some shots of the wedding party. First, I want the bride and groom with the flower girl.”

“Go to Uncle Simon and Aunt Ambar,” Maya urged Valeria, who did not need to be told twice as she ran toward them with a big smile on her face. “Make it quick. I am not sure how long she will last before staining that dress.”

Ambar laughed at Maya’s statement, and Valeria obediently stood herself between Ambar and Simon. Ambar quickly straightened the flower crown on her head and the photographer snapped a couple of pictures. 

“If Valeria gets her own pictures, we want ones with just us and Ambar!”

“Girls, calm down, this isn’t about you,” Ambar heard Maya scold Maria and Rika, and tried hard not to smile, those two sometimes really reminded her of herself as a 15-year-old, except that Simon’s little sisters were much better raised that she had been. 

“The photographer will tell us what to do,” Carla joined the conversation, “this is your brother’s wedding, so behave. You’ll be allowed to do whatever you want once you get married yourself.”

“But Dad won’t let us do that until we are 30…”

Ambar saw Simon roll his eyes at his sisters. 

The rest of the pictures got taken without a hitch. They took multiple pictures with the whole wedding party, Simon with his groomsmen and Ambar with her bridesmaids separately. They also took pictures with the whole of Simon’s family and Monica, Miquel, Luna, and Alfredo. 

After maybe an hour's worth of pictures they finally made their way to the venue. The reception was held in the hotel they were all staying at. The tables were set up on the hotel’s huge terrace with a gorgeous seaside view.

Round tables that each seated five to ten people formed a huge half-circle around the dance floor which was in the middle of the terrace. At the side of the dancefloor was a small platform for the band with the instruments. Ambar’s and Simon's table was located right at the edge of the dance floor next to two, bit bigger tables where the wedding party and immediate family would be sitting. 

The tables were decked out with white roses, gold and white plates, golden candles, and golden silverware. 

*

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Pedro had stood up from the wedding party table and picked up the microphone. “On behalf of our lovely Bride and Groom, I hope you are all having a really good time. My name is Pedro and I am the Best Man.”

“So, what can I say about our lovely Bride and Groom? Well, Simon is the star guitarist of the Roller band. Eight years ago, Simon fell from the sky, and by sky, I mean Mexico to help me and Nico in our desperate hour. That's how our band was born. Later we had to house Simon as he had illegally been residing at a warehouse of our lovely bride’s house, yes this is how the romance started. I guess you can blame the maid of honor Luna for that. Simon, you are the heart of the Roller Band and our start guitarist. I honestly wouldn’t know what we would have done without you.” 

“Ambar, I not gonna pretend that we always knew each other well. You were an extremely confident skater, but, and I mean no offense by this, you were not the nicest person. But Simon always believed in you and made us all see the different side of you. And there is no doubt in my mind that you make him extremely happy.”

“As I have gotten to know both of you past these years, I know that you two are the best versions of each other together and bring the best in each other. May no one separate you, since I know that no one can do that, so I don’t recommend trying.”

“So lets all raise our glasses for Simon and Ambar! Quizás sea el momento de tomar un tiempo. Un tiempo de amor!”

Pedro got a round of applause and Simon got up from the table as everyone raised their glasses for them to give Pedro a hug. 

After Pedro’s speech, the dessert course was served. The cake would be cut later, but right now the waiters were bringing slices of chocoflan for everyone. 

“Can I get everyone’s attention!!” As everyone was enjoying their dessert Luna got up from the table and started speaking to the microphone. “Thank you. So after that spectacular speech  by the best man, I need to live up to at least that.”

“So, I am Luna, The Maid of Honor, Ambar’s cousin and Simon’s best friend. First I wanna say that I am practically bursting with joy for the two of you. I’d hug you, but I promised that I wouldn’t accidentally choke you again like I did when Simon proposed. This day has been absolutely beautiful.”

“I don’t know how many of you know that Ambar and I did not know that we were cousins when we met—And Ambar threw me in the pool. Anyways, two of us have bumped heads multiple times in a variety of scenarios. We were rivals on the rink and on the stage, but what we came also to realize multiple times was that we were always better when we worked together. Ambar I love you, you have helped me so much over the years. You make fun of my mismatched socks and are always there if I need someone to talk to. You are one of the hardest workers I have ever met. I am so glad we both found out the truth and each other. You are the only person I would trust Simon to.”

“Simon, Simon Alvarez, I don’t even remember how many years I have known you and I am not going to do the math right now—otherwise we’ll be here until next Wednesday and no one wants that. I also don’t remember how we met, but I will just summarize what I have been told. I was six and me and my parents had just moved to Cancun and Mom was going be working with Simon’s dad. So one day I dropped off at the Alvarez’s house so Maya could babysit me and apparently I was very difficult to manage… I can’t imagine why… but apparently, it all ended in Maya putting me and Simon to face off in twister and so our friendship was born. You were the one who technically though me how to skate, even when you fell more than me and I’ll fight you on that and always make sure that I am not alone. I can trust you, and I can’t think more loyal person.”

“Simon and Ambar, there is honestly nobody who could say that you don’t deserve each other. You love each other. I remember how Simon could talk about Ambar the whole day without even stopping to breathe. You two fought hard for what you have, and you two really deserve this day and the love you have. To Simon and Ambar!!! May the rest of your life be as happy as this day!!”

After the Luna’s Simon’s parents said a few words welcoming Ambar into the family officially. They gave her an aquamarine bracelet, that looked exactly alike to the one Maya had and she had told Ambar that she had been given it on her wedding day and Diego had given Carla one when they had gotten married.

Simon And Ambar had chosen to dance their first to Re-Write the Stars from the Greatest Showman as it was the movie they had gone to see on their first date. The dance was somewhat choreographed, Jim and Ramiro had helped them with it. 

After the dance, a chair was brought for Ambar in front of the stage as Simon, Nico and Pedro got up on it. They played Tiempo Por Amor and the song Simon had sung when he had proposed: Once Upon a Chance. Then Matteo joined them and they played a song that they had collaborated on Matteo’s first album. 

As the boys finished it was time for the Father-Daughter dance. Ambar didn’t know who her father was, and she hadn’t gotten that far with Silvana yet. So she danced the dance with Miquel and Simon’s father. She had ha wanted to include her grandfather as well, but Alfredo had said that he was a bit too old for that kind of dancing and his hip had been acting up again. 

They danced to the song You will be found, from Dear Evan Hansen, which she and Simon had gone to see at New York in 2021 at Nina’s suggestion. The song always made her emotional. 

Simon danced next with his mother to the song from Coco which was his favorite Pixar movie. Simon had asked Luna to sing it for them and watching Simon dance with his mother while listening to Luna singing while Matteo accompanied her brought tears to Ambar’s eyes for the umpteenth time that day. She had the best family in the whole world.

Suddenly the cake was brought out. It was a huge three-tier cake with white frosting with leaf gold patches and white flowers. Simon and Ambar had chosen the cake flavor to be chocolate marble cake with salted caramel frosting. 

After they cut the cake, everything was a blur after that as they danced that night away with a huge amount of their favorite songs, ranging from Abba to their favorite Disney songs. 

The last song of the night was a song called Never in a Million Years from a musical called Prince of Egypt, the revival of which they had seen in the West End two days before Simon had proposed. 

As the sun was going down, there was just one last thing to do. Ambar needed to throw her bouquet. Ambar positioned herself at the center of the dance floor as all the single and unbetrothed ladies were called to line up behind her. Ambar glanced behind her and saw that all of her bridesmaids —with the exception of Nina since she already was supporting an engagement ring— stood in the row with other female guests like many of Simon’s younger female relatives and that date of Simon’s cousin that Simon had not known what their relationship status excatly was.

Ambar turned her head around and closed her eyes and launched the bouquet into the air. She heard lot of yelling, which included Jazming very clearly screaming that it was hers, but finally, the victorious yell came from Luna. Ambar turned around and saw Luna holding the flowers in the air. Amber shot a sly smile at Matteo as this would mean that according to all the laws of the bouquet toss, Luna would be the one to get engaged next. 

***

It started to near 10:30 and all Simon’s relatives with smaller children had already left. Simon pulled Ambar at the side of the patio wrapping his arms around her waits as they stared at the sunset.

“Are you tired?” He asked her. The day had been long, but still definitely the best day of his life.

“Little bit, but definitely not too much,” Ambar said spinning around in his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. “The night is far from over.”

“Whatever Ms. Smith wishes—”

“Stop right there!” Ambar said with her lawyer tone, “It is Mrs. Alvarez to you.”

“I guess I have to obey my wife then,” Simon smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her, “I love you.”

“I love you too… my husband.”

And they lived happily ever after… until they traveled to Paris and got transferred back in time shameless plug, it is happening. I hope you all like it and I hope all the Ambar stans don't mind me having her taking on Simon's name.

Additional note: I have Pinterest board for the wedding and a wedding playlist so feel free to check those out if you are craving visual or audio additions for your reading experience

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What's ur review on four (hint mpreg!HarryStyles) 🤗

idk sage what’s your opinion on it 😘

"Alright…." Dave now looked uncomfortable.  "D'you mind if I hook you up to a machine for a few moments?"  Harry nodded, and let the man set him up, making him lie on his back, facing the ceiling.  +

          "Um, Dave?"  The doctor made a sound of acknowledgment, and smiled.  "This a…. This is an ultra-sound machine.  For when women are pregnant?"  Harry felt a shiver at the words. 

          "Yes, I know." 

          "Then why are you hooking me up to it?" 

          "You'll figure it out."  Dave grinned, and then took out a bottle of light purple goo.  "This is gonna be cold, alright?" 

          "Um…." was all Harry could get out.  He lifted his shirt, closed his eyes and let Dave rub it gently onto his stomach.  He was confused.  Why was Dave hooking him up to…. that machine?  What made him get the idea that Harry needed to be X-rayed on his stomach?  It didn't add up.  Harrys thoughts once again drifted to Louis, but this time, it was telling him too look at his phone.  He pulled it out, and saw a call from the man himself.  He told Dave to be quiet -please and thanks- and answered it as normal as possible.  "Hello?"  He said, smiling. 

          "Hey, Harry, its Louis." 

          "I know- I saw the caller ID dummy," Harry teased, grinning. 

          Louis laughed, and snickered, but then his voice turned serious.  "Um, could we talk in a bit?" 

          "Yeah, what time?"  Harry asked. 

          "How's half an hour?  At Carters Hill?" 

          "Yeah, see you then."  Harry hung up, delighted Louis had called him. 

          "Was that your boyfriend?"  Dave teased, grinning, and flashing dimples.  He looked startlingly like Mario Lopez, but his hair was slightly more peppered with grey, and his eyes were blue. 

          "I wish.  He's the uh…. guy I like," Harry blushed. 

          "Alright."  Dave nodded, and smiled.  Then he put a scope to Harry's stomach, moved it around on his abdomen, and showed him the screen.  "See this little thing?" 

          "Y-yes," Harry was nervous again.  He wasn't sure he wanted to be on this roller-coaster.  "I s-see it."  He didn't really want to know if his assumption was right.  What if he was right?  With if he was wrong?  But then, if his assumption was wrong, why was he strapped to-

          "Well, this little squiggly shape," Dave smiled at him, and pointed.  "Is your baby."

          There was shock.  He was shocked to the point he had to lay down more to process what had happened.  Harry felt almost sick. 

          "Th-thats n-ot r-right," he stammered.  "B-boys d-d-don't g-get preg-gnant," he said, choking on his words. 

          "No, but you were born in 1994, right?"  Harry nodded, tears threatening.  "Well that year, five hundred wemon who were carrying male children that year got injected with female hormones.  You, were one of them.  Its right here, actually.  And you're the only one whose been reported a sucess in the experament."  Dave wrote something down. 

          Harry felt as if he were about to throw up, cry and smile at the same time.  It was very overwhelming, knowing what was unfolding in his life.  He had another three months to go before school was over so space was not an issue, but he was seventeen and a half.  How was he going to manage this?  A child and a life to unfurl?  It might be to much for him to handle.  And surely, his mum and sister would be disgusted at him.  Surely, they'd kick him out of the house as soon as he told them.  And surely Louis would never want to talk to him ever again.  Sure they weren't exactly best mates, but he still liked talking to Louis and such things.  Harry wondered briefly if Louis even remembered that night.  Harry hadn't remembered a good part of it, and Louis was even drunker thank he had been.  He'd probably woken up and felt sore, assumed someone had wanted to fight him or something dumb.  But then, Harry thought, if he won't except his own child, then he never was going to be much of a father anyways, right?  At this, Harry felt that he'd won the lottery.  He was lucky enough to be having a child.  This was his baby.  He was lucky enough to be the only male who'd reacted to the DNA of a female, and now because of Louis, he was being graced with his own little baby.  And even if Louis didn't want to be a part of their childs life…. Harry was still going to be a good parent.  No matter what happened.  He didn't even realize that he was crying until Dave pointed it out to him, and asked him why he was crying. 

          Because I'm having a baby of my own, and its Louis's and mine and no one elses, and I already love our baby!  "B-because I feel happy."  He choked up again. 

          "Harry?"  Dave asked gently.  "Are you alright?"  He laid a hand on his arm, and smiled kindly. 

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What’s your take on Rey stabbing Ben? I try to see it as her giving in temporarily to the Dark/her anger

I don’t have one because this movie’s depiction of Rey cannot support analysis and doesn’t deserve the charity of an attempt.

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yoshi x reader | wc : 1.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluffity fluffy fluff, a lot of cringey pickup lines, one suggestive one too huhu, yoshi being kinda self-depreciating

school life was definitely hard, but it was the little things that made you get through the day. like the other days, you once again went to your locker, smiling inwardly. you opened your locker, anticipating the piece of light green paper to fall down to the ground again.

you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop yourself from smiling. you bent down and picked up the piece of paper and slowly unfolded it.

"hey, y/n! how are you today? i just wanted to ask you, did your driving license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?"

you let out a laugh at the note and smiled to yourself. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the author of the note standing in behind the wall corner, looking at your reaction.

you always did your best to never look in that direction because you didn't want him to know that you knew it was him. you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around with a smile on your face.

"hi, y/n. this is from yoshi," haruto said, showing you his signature smile. you nodded and ruffled his hair with one hand as you took the bar of chocolate from his hand.

"how are your classes so far, ruto-ssi?" you asked, cheekily grinning at the male, knowing very well he didn't like it when you called him that.

"ugh, y/n. please. but they are okay, i guess. so far, so good," haruto replied, turning back and looking at the wall where he used to be. "and, he's gone."

"i figured. anyway, i got to go buy him tteokbokki crackers. i'll see you soon, haru." you nodded and bowed lightly, taking your leave.

"why won't you just tell yoshi that you know it is him?" haruto questioned, stopping you from going away.

“i don't know. these little things are the reason that i am getting through the day. i don't want that to stop, just because i told him i know who he is,” you lamely answered as haruto laughed loudly and shook his head.

“you, y/n, are a perfect match for yoshi,” he stated, still laughing, and bowed before going to his class.

you ran towards the snack dispenser and inserted your money and pushed the button which dropped the tteokbokki cracker packet and stuffed it in your bag before running to your next class which you had. with yoshi, that was.

you made it just in time for your class attendance and took your usual seat next to yoshi. you thought of when you would give him the snacks you got him. he kept on giving you many things and you felt like you were taking a lot from him. and in order to return the favour, you'd always buy him something from the day you got to know it was yoshi who gave you all the stuff.

“oh, yoshi-ah. i got you something,” you whispered as the teacher had already started class. you put your hand inside your bag, taking out the snacks and giving it to yoshi.

"tteokbokki crackers! man, i was starving. thanks, y/n! really!" he replied, bowing in his seat and taking the crackers from you. you smiled at him and rested your hands inside the compartment under the desk. you felt a piece of paper and took it out.

you saw it was another green paper, folded in half with writing in it. "if i received a nickel for every time i saw someone as beautiful as you, i'd have five cents." you smiled as you read the note and shook your head.

"another note from the admirer?" yoshi asked, as he quietly ate the crackers behind his books. you nodded and took out your book and pencil box from your bag, ready to take down notes of the lesson your class was doing.

as you opened your book, you saw another green note. you opened it and read the note, trying your best to hold in your inner fangirl.

if beauty were time, you'd be an eternity.

you held in your laughter as you folded the piece of paper and kept it in the front zipper of your bag where you had the other notes from yoshi. you opened your pencil box to take out a pen and saw another green note.

before you could open the piece of paper, your teacher, who had been watching you the whole time, took the piece of paper from you.

"y/n, what is this?" your teacher asked as he played with the note in his hands.

"ah, sir, it's from my flashcards for the biology test next period!" you quickly said and tried to take it from his hands, but he lifted his hand higher.

"biology, huh? then, let's read your biology flashcard,” he said as the students of your class giggled waiting for your doom. you bit your lip as your teacher cleared his throat.

"glycolysis happens in the cell's cytosol. the next step in cellular respiration, the citric acid cycle, occurs in the mitochondria," your teacher read, causing your eyes to widen. you could've also sworn that you heard yoshi gasp behind you.

the students of the class, however, seemed to be disappointed that it wasn't something that could've been the juicy gossip topic the next day.

as the students went back to their work, your teacher bent down to reach your height and looked at you and the figure sitting beside you.

"both of you have detention today. i'll be expecting to see bright smiles on your faces when you two come for gym cleaning today!" he faked a cheerful tone and smiled before walking back to his place. you groaned inwardly but were thankful that your classmates didn't hear him.

you looked at yoshi, whose face was stuffed with tteokbokki crackers and almost burst out laughing. you smiled lightly at him before turning back to the front and tried focusing on the lesson. even though you already got caught doing the same, you couldn't help but open the note and read what was in it.

i was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.

you almost choked on the air you were breathing. you looked back at your teacher, who seemed to calmly move on with his lesson, while you panicked hardcore in the last seat. you turned to look at the person who put the note there in the first place and saw that he, too, was having a hard time swallowing the crackers in his mouth.

the most awaited bell of the century finally rang, and you sprung up from your seat and bounced out of the class like tigger in winnie the pooh. as you rushed out of class, you heard your teacher wish you luck for your biology test.

you stopped midway, faking a smile before turning to him and bowing down, thanking him for his wishes. as you walked down the hallway, you could hear your classmates telling the students of the other classes about your and yoshi's detention punishment.

so, i guess they heard, after all.

"both of them got detention together again? really?!”

"does y/n know how i would kill to be in her place? ugh, lucky girl!"

"it's suspicious how they always get detention together all the time!"

"i swear, these two are like the detention couple of our school. totally shipping it!"

"wah, last time, yoshi didn't bring his gym clothes, so he got detention, but later on, y/n also got punished as well. i heard her whining saying that she did nothing wrong at all."

the last one got your mind running in circles as well. why was it always the two of you in detention? even when they were other kids, both of you were always picked out together to do whatever punishment task was given.

"are you hearing the theories the kids are coming up with?" a recognizable voice said, startling you. you looked to your side and saw yoshi walking alongside you with his home science book in his hands, laughing softly.

"what are the theories?"

"well, there were the usual ones. you know, the stupid ones. like, how we must be like some undercover student agents out to ruin this school?" yoshi said, shaking his head, causing you to laugh.

"mhm, i heard that one, too. they also called the two of us the 'detention couple' of the school. wah, these people. don't they have better things to do?" you shook your head, thinking about the other plausible theories your year group's students could come up with.

yoshi hummed, acknowledging whatever you had said. your biology class and yoshi's home science class were right next to each other, and you two had plenty of time till the warning bell rang, so yoshi and you walked towards your classes while talking more about the absurd theories students came up with.

"sometimes, i wish they'd just ask us what was happening instead of jumping to conclusions," you wondered out loud, thinking about the time your older brother almost hit you because he had heard a rumour about you dating a substance-misuser, which wasn't at all true.

"yeah, but sometimes, it's nice to hear them say stuff like that because it helps boost your morale in doing things you've been putting away," yoshi told you, taking slower strides so that you could keep up with him.

"how does that - what is that supposed to mean?"

"i know you know that it's me who gives you those little notes. and you never made a move about it, so i thought i'd continue pretending that i didn't know because i was too scared to ask you out. but now, this new rumour gave me some sort of a kick, you know?"

as much as you wanted to interrupt him, you held it in. you wanted him to continue. you wanted him to confess. you wanted him to ask you out. you wanted him to do all of that so that you can say yes.

"i like you, and that's a fact. but i am not asking, nor am i forcing you to accept it. these feelings and emotions are the products of my own actions and only i am accountable for them,” yoshi stated boldly, puffing his chest out slightly as his tone dropped a bit.

"all i ask for in return is that no matter how this pathetic excuse of a confession turns out and no matter what your answer is, i want that whatever we had to stay the same. i want nothing i say or do to affect this wonderful thing we have between us," he continued, tearing up slightly.

"yoshi, yoshi, don't cry. this isn't something to cry about. please don't cry." you begged him, rubbing his shoulders in assurance.

"i really like you, y/n. and i really treasure what i have with you. i may be confident with my looks and may not falter when i get hated on during our classes, but i know that those don't last forever. and they don't matter to me as much as you do. i want what we have to last forever, even if forever doesn't exist. i want it to be till whatever the end is." he sobbed lightly as the warning bell rang.

"yoshinori, you've spent one year telling me how much you love me. now i think it's time you knew how much you mean to me,” you told him as you clasped his hand in yours and dragged him out of the school premises through the cafeteria backdoor.

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The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable ( Jungkook x OC) Chapter 2

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!! [ bet you’ve never seen all of this in one fic before? ]

[ Some notes : Born Vampires stop aging when they turn twenty five.  Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. ]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“You alright?” Somi asked gently, watching me fling  my backpack into the corner of the room with enough force to dislodge one of the wooden panels on the wall, the shelf crashing and bringing down the two potted plants on it. The sound of ceramic shattering made me wince, regret churning in my stomach. 

“Yeah...yeah. Oh, God. I’m so sorry, Somi.. I broke your pots-”

“Never mind the pots...why do you look so upset? Have you been crying?” She demanded , reaching for me, hands curling around my wrists and drawing me into a hug and I swallowed, my throat dry and eyes swollen from all the tears that I’d wrung out of them. 

Outside the room, Namjoon stood guard, at the door and I felt guilty remembering how the past three hours had gone. 

After confronting Jungkook, I’d stormed off in righteous indignation and poor Namjoon had been forced to follow. 

He had kept a discreet distance as I climbed to the tallest ridge on the roof, scaling the gables with ease and I knew he had been terrified at the prospect of me falling. 

Immortal or not a three hundred foot drop to the ground would be something that would hurt.

And it was my bodyguard’s job to make sure I did not get hurt. 

When he wasn’t busy fucking other women that is. 

I gripped my sister harder, fingers curling into the fir of her coat as I tried to catch my bearing. 

“Do you know Helena?” I whispered, pulling away to look at her. Somi’s face fell,eyes filling with sympathy.

“Oh, no. Was she here?” She asked gently, reaching out and cupping my cheeks and my lips wobbled. 

“Why didn’t you warn me that he was in a relationship?” my voice shook and Somi shook her head. 

“He’s not!! God, Helena doesn’t do relationships. Jungkook and her.... well, I’m not sure but they’re just fuck buddies..... barely that. You know she’s from the Kim clan right? Those bloodsuckers never settle for one partner. “ She muttered. 

I stared at her.

“He called me a child and then told me he’ll tell dad if i try to make a move on him.” I whispered. 

Somi flinched.

“Sera....”

“It was humiliating and painful and I don’t ever want to think about it, ever again.” I muttered. 

She sighed. 

“It’s not like you don’t have men dying for a glance from you, Sera. You forget that you’re literally the most beautiful woman in the clan. If he rejects you, you’re definitely not the one missing out in that equation.” 

I nodded, misery seeping into me. My sob-fest on the roof hadn’t been wasted. I was angry at first but now, a sort of resigned acceptance had taken the place of my anger. 

 The look on Jungkook’s face had been too real, the emotion behind his rejection too potent for me to get over. I wasn’t sure I could change his mind.

Wasn’t even sure if I wanted to. 

“Was he very hurtful ? You know, if you tell dad, he’ll hire someone else and-”

“No.” I said immediately. “ I won’t do that. It’s not his fault, it’s minge. I acted out like a...well a child to be honest. He doesn’t owe me anything and he’s always been obvious in his disinterest. I was just too blinded my own attraction to consider that it wasn’t reciprocated.” I grimaced. 

God, I’d been an idiot and Jungkook’s words had knocked some good sense into my head. But I did care for him and his son and they needed this job. I wouldn’t put his job in jeopardy just because I didn’t get my way. 

I was better than that.

“Alright... Dad wanted to meet you for breakfast tomorrow.... He sounded serious. Do you know what that’s about?”

I groaned, when I remembered the reason my dad wanted to see me these days. 

“Dad wants me to start meeting men now. He thinks I’m old enough now that i’ve turned 21. He’s been badgering me for a whole entire month but I kept putting him off because of...well, because of Jungkook.” I admitted. 

Somi looked worried.

“You want to ? If you don’t we can talk to dad and-”

“No-” I shook my head.” I’m just gonna agree.” 

Somi looked surprised.

“Are you sure? Sera you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to-”

I smiled weakly. 

“I’m not going to be allowed to stay single forever Somi. Especially not when the entirety of dad’s day is spent trying to chase suitors away from the door. Do you know the Count from Jeju Do...dude’s a whole seven centuries old and he looks like a toad. He apparently tried to ask about me and Dad’s been freaking out.  “ I shuddered. 

Somi laughed.

“ That’s what you get for being you. But dad’s right. Keeping you away from everyone is only inviting more interest. And we don’t want you to be with someone insufferable.” She ruffled my hair and I hugged her again sighing into her shoulders.

No I didn’t want to be with someone who just saw me as some kind of a possession to be owned. I wanted someone nice and kind. A handsome man who did the right thing .  Someone who maybe, worked hard to give his kid a safe and protected life, someone who didn’t shun away from hard work and was a gentleman as well. 

Someone like-

“Someone other than Jungkook.” Somi said gently reading my mind. 

“I really liked him.” I whispered softly, feeling tears spring again. 

God, I thought I was all out of tears for Jeon Jung Kook but apparently I was wrong. 

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I took extra care with my makeup the next morning, because my father usually had a ton of business meetings during his breakfast. I didn’t usually bother but , I was going to agree to his suggestions today and well, nothing wrong in delighting my father. And nothing made him happier than seeing me prance about  with pretty feminine clothes . 

My dad, for all his jovial cheerful air, loved his position as the head of the Hwang clan. And as his most prized possession , I was the apple of his eye. And while he didn’t treat me as an object or anything ( my dad loved me deeply and his affection was always evident. ) , there was no mistaking the fact that my dad enjoyed the power that came with being my guardian. Powerful men were willing to bend to his will, just for a chance to be with me. 

I sound insufferable, don’t I?

Trust me I’m not. 

The vampires that court me are usually assholes. Entitled, brain dead assholes .  When I opened the door in the morning, dressed in a short summer dress and ready to meet my dad, I was surprised to see Jungkook standing guard outside. He straightened away from the wall where he was fiddling with his phone, his gaze flitting to me, eyes cold and blank. 

I bowed lightly, not smiling.

“Mr. Jeon. I have a breakfast date with my father and then I’ll be heading to the cottage. I’m also meeting a friend of mine at the Art Museum in the evening so i’ll need the Mercedes brought around to pick me up maybe at 5.00PM.” I said briskly, glancing at him. 

My face flamed red when I noticed his gaze, fixed steadily on my ass. I cleared my throat angrily and his eyes met mine, a slow lazy grin playing around his mouth. 

“You look different.” He commented , shamelessly giving me another once over. 

The nerve. 

I swallowed, willing myself not to blush harder.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” 

He chuckled.

“That dress barely covers your butt, angel. You sure you want to head to daddy dearest, dressed like that?” The way he said daddy made my skin heat up. 

I felt my jaw come unhinged. 

“That’s...that is none of your damn business.” I said shrilly.

He gave me another once over.

“Okay, then. If that’s what you’re into...fine. Let’s go.” 

Gritting my teeth, i tried to keep my face neutral. I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he got to me. I would not. 

I walked ahead of him , my fists clenched and my jaw tight and I felt incredibly upset because the day had barely begun and I was already wound tight. I was supposed to be relaxed and clear headed while talking to my father but Jeon Jungkook had muddled my brains as usual. 

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. 

“Sera, wait.” His voice made me pause and I stopped, turning around to glare at him.

“What?” I snapped. 

He sighed, deeply. I watched as he ran his hands through his hair, tongue pressing into his cheek the way it did when he was upset. 

“About last night-”

I felt my pulse quicken. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” I said quickly, turning back around to leave but his fingers came around my arm, gripping hard . 

“Well tough luck. Because I do!” He said sharply. 

I whimpered, pain blooming up my arm and he swore, loosening his grip.

“I keep forgetting you’re human.” He muttered, “ I’m sorry... I just... I wanted to apologize for how i handled things last night. I was twenty once and I should have been more understanding.”

I closed my eyes. Oh, God no. Please, please for the love of God, let me hate you in peace. Don’t apologize and make me fall in love all over again.

“Its fine.” I choked out. “ You were right. I was out of line.”

“You deserve better.” He said quickly, eyes flitting away from my face and I felt a sharp pang in my heart. God , this was agonizing. 

“Jungkook-”

“It’s just that you’re...well you know who you are. You can’t be with ...someone like me and trust me you don’t want to be with someone like me either. I know its appealing, the whole illusion of stability. older man, has a kid, has his life together .....but that’s not all it means .” He gave me a tired smile.

I bit my lips, ot replying and he went on. 

 “ I have baggage, a shit ton of it and I would have to be especially cruel to unload something like that on a girl barely out of her teens. I’ve done shit I’m not proud of ,....but ruining your life, I’m gonna draw the line there.” He smiled , looking a whole decade younger and I closed my eyes.

I was back to square one, I thought miserably. He had my whole heart. 

“ So we’re good right?” He prompted and I exhaled, giving him a smile.

“We’re good.”

“That’s good. Because my son loves you and I would rather we be friends. You’re just like a daughter to me. ” He touched my face gently, pulling away at once, the small contact leaving fire in its wake and I had to clench my fists . 

A daughter?!! Is he out of his damned mind? 

“Okay.” 

“Let’s go then.”

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“Jungkook, please sit down. You’re like my son and I don’t want you hovering like you’re part of the backdrop. I’ve trusted you with my entire life.” My father beamed, pointing at me and i laughed. 

Jungkook bowed respectfully, taking the chair next to me. 

“How are you , my buttercup?” My father asked softly, fingers gripping mine and I smiled.

“I’m well, father. Do you like my dress?” 

Next to me Jungkook coughed and I shot him a dirty look. 

“It looks ravishing on you. The prettiest flower in my estate is my daughter, do you agree Jungkook?” My father prompted and I swallowed the smirk that threatened. 

Poor Jungkook was going to learn that being my bodyguard meant singing my praises twenty four seven or at least anytime my father was in hearing distance. 

“Uh..” Jungkook’s eyes flitted between the two of us, “ Yes sir. Your daughter is quite lovely.” 

I beamed at him and he looked away quickly. 

Coward. 

Turning back to my dad I held my hand out. 

“DAd, you wanted to see me about something?”

“Yes dearest. You know the Kim clan’s matriarch has been after me. Three of her great great great grandsons have come of age recently. And all three of them are set to take over some very lucrative businesses. They are good men and apparently they’re quite smitten with you. They say you know of them from school?”

I sighed.

“Do you know their names?” I prompted.

“Mingyu, Minjae and Yugyeom.” My father said briskly. 

 Ugh.

 “ They’ve asked me out before, yes.” 

“Uh..Excuse me.. Could I get a refill?” Jungkook said quietly next to me and i turned, watching him wave to one of the footmen. 

“Jungkook, are you thirsty?” My father asked brightly. 

An idea formed in my head, wicked and dangerous. 

“Perhaps, he should get a taste of the Hwang Elixir?” I said innocently. 

My father’s gaze snapped to mine. 

A small frown made its way to his face. 

“Are you sure? I’m not sure if Jungkook would be comfortable-”

I turned to him, purposely flipping my long hair off my shoulders exposing my throat . Jungkook’s eyes went to the curve of my neck at once and i felt a sick sort of triumph when his eyes flashed red.

“Oh, no no...” I crooned, leaning in closer. “ I’m sure you aren’t uncomfortable , are you Jungkook ssi? After all, I am just like a daughter to you , aren’t I?” I stared right at him, fluttering my lashes and I saw his jaw clench. 

“Of course, Ms. Hwang.” He said briskly, glaring at me. I played with the small gold chain around my neck, letting my fingers flutter over my pulse , drawing his gaze there.

“Well, that is true ...” My father looked uncertain, but I gave him a gentle nod and a smile. 

“Well, as a special guest, I suppose you can enjoy our hospitality , Jeon. Why don’t you take a drink from -”

I moved closer, pressing up against him and Jungkook sighed, lips closing over my neck, and I felt my eyes flutter shut at the wet warmth of his mouth . 

It was intoxicating, the way he used one hand to grip my neck gently, the other on my waist to steady me and when his fangs pierced through, I could sense the warm liquid flood his mouth and Jungkook’s entire body relaxed, a strangled moan escaping him. 

“---my daughter’s wrist.” My father finished and I felt Jungkook stiffen next to me. 

This time I couldn’t stop the grin that bloomed on my face. 

My eyes dropped to his lap and yup, his pants definitely looked a tad tighter. 

“Did I do good, Mr Jeon? Or should I call you daddy? ” I whispered quietly , fluttering my lashes at him and his fangs retracted and he pulled away from me, shoving me back into my own chair quickly. 

My father was slightly slack jawed. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hwang. “ Jungkook muttered and I laughed.

“I do believe it is I whom you should be apologizing to. It is  my  neck you just mauled. ” I smiled brightly staring at Jungkook and if looks could kill, I would have a thousand wooden stakes through my heart right about now. ‘

Take that Mr. Jeon. 

Daughter, my ass. 

“My apologies , Sera.” He said stiffly. 

My father laughed raucously.

“Ahh, you must be used to the neck, my dear boy. understandable understandable. it is how we used to do it in the old days, after all . These younglings with all their etiquette and feminism and what not....it’s hard to keep up..... But now you must tell me? Is my daughter not the sweetest you’ve ever had?” 

I choked, coughing. Oh God, sometimes my 900 year old father had no idea how he sounded. 

Jungkook looked like he had swallowed a lemon. 

“She’s certainly ...” He stopped, probably realizing that any adjective at the end of that sentence would sound entirely wrong. 

“Delicious?” I prompted, blinking innocently and Jungkook shot me another glare. 

“Well, nevermind nevermind. .... So, tell me dearest, will you be willing to meet the Kim boys?”

I sighed.

“I like Yugyeom. I cannot stand Minjae. I don’t know enough about Mingyu to make any judgement. How about I meet Mingyu and if I don’t hit it off with him, I will allow Yugyeom to court me....” I said softly.

I glanced at Jungkook but he was studiously looking away. 

“Very well my dear. Do you have any plans today?”

“I’m meeting a friend at the museum.”

My father’s eyes widened.

“Well isn’t that a wonderful coincidence. Mingyu's law firm is just a block away if I’m not mistaken. I’ll ask the boy to pick you up afterwards. Have dinner with him and you can tell me tonight of your choice.” My father smiled briskly.

“Yes, father.” 

“Jungkook..” My father prompted and the vampire glanced up.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take good care of her. At the restaurant, make sure you stay at hearing distance. “ 

“Yes sir.” Jungkook bowed and I groaned. 

In other words, let my father know if I behaved appropriately. 

i pouted and my father waggled his finger at me.

“No, no no.. Missy. I’m going to make sure you keep your end of the bargain . You need to give these men a proper chance before you reject them. “ 

I nodded.

“And you must ask Either Somi or Seolhyun to dress you. No jeans or one of those ridiculous gowns that make you look like a pastry.”

There was no mistaking the snort that came from my right and i glared at Jungkook before turning to my dad.

“Yes, father.” 

“Good, now run along the pair of you. “

I stood up, kissing my father fondly on his forehead.

“I love you.” I whispered. 

“You are my whole entire joy, dearest. “ He kissed my hand gently, eyes warm and soft.

As we left the room, Jungkook let out a sigh.

“I am never having a meal with you two again.” He ground out and I laughed. 

“Anything you say, daddy.” I grinned. 

Jungkook groaned. 

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As luck would have it,  my friend cancelled . 

So at six the evening, I finished locking up the cottage as the last of the kids left, fumbling with the lock while a tired Joo Won napped in his father’s arms, head resting on Jungkook’s shoulders. I felt myself soften at the picture they made, Jungkook singing softly , fingers brushing his son’s hair back as he rocked him gently. 

“I’ll be a while... I needed to get ready. Why don’t you put him to bed? Who’s watching him tonight?”

“Hwasa and Moonbyul offered. I’ll drop you off in your room and head to the north wing. What time are you meeting the jerkwad?” He said casually.

I blinked rapidly, confused.

“I’m sorry... the jerkwad?” 

Jungkook shrugged.

“It’ just a fact. Most men are absolute jerks at twenty one.” He shrugged. 

i felt myself bristling on behalf of the unknown Mingyu.

“That is absolutely unfair. My brothers were incredibly kind and good.”

“To you perhaps. Because they don’t have to impress you. But men act differently when they’re trying to get between a woman’s thighs. They’re jerks when they want to get laid...” He grinned.

“Is that why you act like a jerk to me? ” I smiled evilly and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, darling we both know I don’t have to act in any different way to get you into my bed . I just have to do this.” He smirked, curling his finger in a come hither gesture.  

I felt my pulse pound and I tried not to let his words get to my head. He was flirting , yes but it was a joke. He was joking with me because the very idea of being with me was a joke to him. 

And I couldn’t forget that. 

Rolling my eyes, I pulled on the lock a couple more times to make sure the door was well locked. 

“Shall we leave?” He prompted watching me wrestle the backpack onto my shoulders. I grunted under the weight. 

“Of course. Let’s go.” 

We walked in silence for a few seconds.

“So, how’s he doing? With stuff?” Jungkook asked gently and I felt warmth bloom in my chest. 

“He’s very advanced for his age Jungkook. You’ve done a wonderful job with him. He’s able to read and he has a beautiful l writing hand. He’s learned his multiplication tables all the way up to seven and he has the voice of an angel. Which I think he gets from you. ” I smiled, reaching out to brush the back of Joowon’s head. 

Jungkook smiled softly, the late evening sun painting his perfect features in a soft golden glow. 

“Your father was kind enough to support me the first few years when i had him. I didn’t trust anyone enough to leave him with them and well... i needed to put a roof over our head.” He sighed . 

I touched his arm, giving it a small squeeze.

“I understand. I’m glad you’re here. He’ll grow up well in our clan.   “

“And he has a lot of excellent men to look up to here...He needs a good role model, someone kind and amazing who can inspire him to be hardworking and fair. ” He smiled.

I bit my lips.

“I think he’s had that all along. ” I said quietly.

Jungkook’s breath caught for a second and the air between us changed. I licked my lips. 

“Jungkook you’re a good father. You know that right?” I said after a few more seconds of silence. 

He laughed.

“Am I really? I wonder.” 

“He loves you.” I breathed , “  You’re all he talks about.... Today, one of the other kids tried to say that his father was brave because he helped someone who was stuck in an elevator. you know what Joowon did? He listed some twenty different incidents where you’ve helped people out....And he looked so proud.”

Jungkook’s ear looked red in the brightly lit garden. 

“i was just doing my job. Most of those times, I was in danger.” He grunted. 

“And yet, you did the right thing. “ I whispered. “ And your son was watching. And he’s learned the importance of doing the right thing even when you’re scared. That’s a life lesson that isn’t easy to learn.”

“Can’t disagree with that.” He chuckled. I grabbed his arm forcing him to stop. 

I had to tell him this. 

 “ Jungkook, when immortality is on the plate, people don’t give much value to morals. They don’t always care about doing the right thing.... . Its how our kind functions. Consequences don’t mean much when you have a whole eternity to fix your mistakes.....So I always admire vampires who value morals. “ I smiled, “ To see a five year old with such a well formed moral compass... it tells me that you’re an amazing father. Possibly the best I’ve ever met. “ I reached out, to hold his hand, wanting to touch him in some way, to make him believe that I was completely honest. 

“Sera!!!!!!” My sister’s voice made me jump and Jungkook stepped away as well. 

“Dad told me you’re going on a date? I’ve picked out an outfit for you!! But you need to take a shower! You cannot show up smelling like diapers and spit-up.” She called. 

I groaned. 

“Time for the ugly duckling to transform into a swan, I see?” He said gently. 

“Your son’s favorite fairytale.” I whispered.

“He makes me read it every night.” 

“I would like to sit in on that someday.” I laughed.

His eyes met mine. 

“You’re always welcome, Ms Hwang,” He smiled politely. “ Someday soon maybe your kids and my son would be friends.” 

And just like that the wall grew between us. 

His kids and my kids. 

Not our kids because he wasn’t for me. 

He would never be for me. 

I felt the sudden inexplicable urge to cry. 

Turning away, I began following my sister as she waved to me. . 

“I’ll be at your door at seven.” He called out behind me. 

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[namjooningelsewhere]

Rum and Champagne - Part Three

🖤Pairing- Kim Seokjin X Reader

🖤Summary - You always knew life is going to be hard, But what's even more harder is trying to live with your husband without always facing the urge to bite his head off.

Hes a perfect heir, To one of the biggest companies in the city, He has everything he needs. Money, Power, Insane Good looks and a super model girlfriend. Things change 360 degree when his father puts him a very strange situation, To be married to a brat who dares call him a arrogant prick.

🖤Genre - Angst, Cheating au, CEO au, Enemies to Friends, Friends to lovers, Light Smut, Fluff.

🖤Rating -18+

❤Tag list - @jikooksgirl19 , @monvieesdaebak , @shatzkrinslinzki

❤A/N - Hope you enjoy this part as well:) Let me know what you think of it.

Part one here ❤ Part two here

Jin felt the ground beneath him shift, How could he have been this horrible? He broke in a cold sweat, and immediately ran out to join Namjoon while the others followed suit. "I am coming with you." He announced and Namjoon made no attempt to reply back.

The men arrived in the hospital only to be pushed aside by the team of doctors and nurses rushing in and out from your door. Namjoon caught hold of Aaera who looked in panic. "What's wrong?" Aaera looked at Namjoon and led him outside where Jin and the others waited anxiously.

"She's sinking, She's started bleeding again. Looks like a septic infection, At this point, we are not sure if she can make it back from the surgery alive but we have to try." Aaera looked at Namjoon with glass eyes, And he took a seat behind him catching his head in frustration. "Gentlemen, Excuse me please we have to prep her for surgery. She will be taken to the OT in five." She began to move away fishing for her pager, But Jin caught her hand. "Can I go see her please?''

"Jin, She's unconscious." Aaera tried to reason with him but he refused point-blank. "Two minutes please." She nodded and left to go on her own way. Jin immediately rushed to the room but lost his balance once he saw you on that hospital bed.

The girl who fought him, pranked him, and never took his shit was right there laying in the bed, Bandages on her head, arms,, and neck and tubes running in and out of her body she looked in pain. All because of him. If only he had remembered to ask someone to pick her up later that night, She wouldn't be here. Tears started streaming down his face, He straightened himself and went to the bed.

With trembling hands, she took your hand gently in his, And he bowed his head. "Please Please don't die on me, I am begging you April. Don't die. Please give me a chance to explain why I am the arrogant bastard that you call i am. Please let me apologize to you, Please please come back alive April, Please Please let me explain why I was such a horrible human to you. I am waiting for my chance even though I don't deserve it but I am waiting. You can kick me, Hit me scream at me. Anything you want. Hell il wear that red flower shop for the rest of my life, And you can laugh with those brats out there. Come back alive April, Even if it means to annoy me. Please come back alive, Let me please have the chance to deserve your forgiveness. Please!"

He was still sobbing on your hand when Aaera touched him, "Jin we need to move her to the surgery please." He nodded and stroked your forehead. "Come back please." He wiped away his tears and moved out of the room. He collapsed on the chair and started to cry in Namjoon's chest who looked frozen. How had it come to this? You were here only for a month, Yet you were suffering horribly.

--

The surgery went on for five hours and nobody dared move from the waiting area. Jin held his head in his hands as he sat reminding what kind of a jackass he had been. He had left your side the moment his girlfriend walked in, That was supposed to be the first social gathering, the First time people would know Kim Seokjin was married, and he ended up ghosting you, leaving you to be embarrassing to the other people present. When had he grown so cold? He looked at the OT and prayed to any force that could listen, Just let her come back alive. I will do whatever it takes to earn her forgiveness.

His eyes snapped open the moment Aaera and the other doctor came talking and he never looked at anyone with more hope than he had in anyone else. "Girls a fighter, The Surgery was successful and We expect a full recovery." Jin pushed everyone aside and gave Aaera the biggest bear hug that he had given anybody else in his entire life. "Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou" He kept on repeating and Aaera simply patted his back.

The others hugged him happily and Namjoon walked to Jin and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't think you're forgiven yet, What you did was very wrong. But I am hoping you have realized your mistake." Jin hugged him tightly and breathed a sigh of relief. You were back and he would make sure you were well taken care of.

You were wheeled back into the room and everyone took turns to wait with Jin while the rest had their food. Everyone sat around the room patiently waiting for you to gain consciousness. Jin sat beside your bed keeping an eye on you.

It was already past midnight, While everybody else was tired, Jin still paced around the room like his life depended on it. He tried sending everyone back but nobody wanted to leave, In the end he just quit trying. "Il go get coffee for everyone." Yoongi stood up but Taehyung beat him to it. "Sit Hyung il go."

Jin froze when he saw your hand moving slowly, He immediately pressed the buzzer and Aaera came back in a minute later. You slowly felt light flood your eyes and you blinked hard trying to make sense of the location. The white and blue hospital ceiling suddenly brought back the memories of the other night and you stilled.

"Careful April, Slowly open your eyes." Aaera checked you and nodded to the rest of them. This was progress. You were doing fine. You strained your eyes and tried to look at the side when a sharp pain shot up through your neck. "Careful with the neck sweetie, There are small cuts on it. They're going to hurt for a while." Aaera explained and you nodded your head. There was nothing much you could possibly do anyway.

Jin stood by the side, Gathering every bit of the courage to speak to you but every time he tried, The words just seemed to die down in his throat. How could he possibly face you? He looked up and found you peacefully sleeping and he sighed in relief. He would talk to you once you were feeling a bit better.

He finally convinced everyone to finally head home, Now that you were awake and doing fine he could stay by your side and Aaera was there as well. Everyone moved back with the promise to return in the morning soon.

--

Jin quickly dialed his assistant and gave some instructions. He would make sure the first thing you opened your eyes in the morning, you would have something beautiful to look at. He pat your head one last time before settling in the chair next to your bed.

You slowly opened your eyes as sunlight flooded the room, Your body was sore, in pain but it was definitely bearable. A soft snore came by your side you looked at the figure leaning on the chair and your breath stopped for a moment. Jin was sleeping in an uncomfortable position on the chair, Yet there he was in full Greek god mode. The sunlight high lighted his features beautifully.

Your attention shifted something behind him and you gasped in shock, You turned your head at the other side and it was in the entire room. Hundreds of flower arrangements decorated the entire room, It felt like you woke up in a wonderland. "Holy shit" The words left your mouth too loudly and Jin immediately jumped from his chair. "What happened? Are you in pain? Should i call the doctor?" His questions didn't stop and you looked at the man in confusion.

"Where was Jin and what did he do to him?"

"Jin calm down, I was surprised. I am okay really." He took a breath of relief and he smiled. Literally smiled. "You like it?" You nodded. "this is beautiful." He smiled genuinely, and it wasn't a smile that just stretched his lips in a curve, It was smile that reached his eyes!

"Morning Sweetie." Aaera walked in with a smiling face and your day instantly brightened up. "How are we doing today?"

"A little bit sore and it hurts a bit but i promise I'm okay, Much okay." Aaera smiled at you and examined you and went to check the drips. You were admiring the flowers when Aaera gently took your hand in hers and patted your head lovingly. "April you scared us sweetie." You tried getting up and Jin immediately got up and helped you. You hugged her gently. "Thankyou for taking care of me." she smiled and patted your cheek and turned to Jin.

"You have five minutes to get out of here, Go home freshen up and come back. You stink." Jin frowned and looked at you, "Il be fine. Go." He picked up his phone from the table and left. You and Aaera talked some more and she helped you freshen up, She carefully combed your hair and braid them. You went on looking like a zombie to an injured human thankfully.

You had a short nap and woke up when one by one the others started coming in. "You little brat, How are you?" Yoongi was the first one to ask you, "Don't you dare put us through again." You smiled at their affections and thanked the heavens for blessing you with them. Although it only had been little over a month, These people who you had never seen before had warmed up to you, Welcomed you. You were lucky.

The chatter died down immediately when Jin walked in, and he kept the things aside and looked at everyone. He exhaled loudly he faced you and took your hand gently and cleared his throat.

"April, I sincerely want to apologize to you! I'm extremely sorry, I have been such a dick to you. I should have never left you alone. The thing is i have worked very hard for the company. Believe me i have never ever taken my privilege's for granted and in the six months that you met dad, I worked my ass off to keeps things at work sorted. This position was my dream and i would have done anything to make it true. Everything was alright until dad asked to me to marry you and i could only become the CEO if i married you. That pissed me off. I worked hard to win this position, Not to be thrown at me in exchange of something. You were a living breathing reminder to me that what i have today isn't what i won or was handed to me because i was trusted, It was exchanged for a price. I didn't want this. I started projecting on you, Even when you did nothing. It wasn't your fault even but my ego fucked logic and i started deflecting on you, Started avoiding you to a extent that i didn't even want to inform you of the wedding. I didn't do it to be mean but believe my ego got better of me! I am sorry!"

"I don't have anything to justify for my behavior at the party, I was thinking with my dick and again it got the better of me. I shouldn't have jumped at Maya like that ghosting you when there were people who knew that you were my wife. I didn't even consider the fact that you had come with me to the party, Such a dick I have been April. I will work for your forgiveness, But please even if you can consider it, Please try to forgive me." Tears started flowing down from your eyes, Jin blinked away his tears and Namjoon hugged him tightly.

You struggled to move a bit and Yoongi and Jimin immediately rushed to your aid. "i believe we got off the wrong foot, I'm April." You slowly extended your hand to Jin and he looked shocked, Namjoon patted him and he wiped his face and smiled. The same smile that went up to his eyes! A genuine one. "I'm Jin."

Everyone hollered around you and you smiled back at them. You tugged Jins hand and he looked at you, "Jin this accident wasn't your fault. I could have still been here if it was your car. What happened earlier, Happened. Lets just leave this behind. All you have to do is promise me that you wont blame yourself and we are good." He patted your hand with his other hand and suddenly you couldn't stop smiling.

"Everything looks good April, But you still have to stay at the hospital for two weeks and then two months ahead for the full recovery along with physiotherapy for the hand and ankle, It has some constricted movement but it will be fine. You groaned and Aaera laughed. "Cant help it sweetie." Jin chuckled and it was the third time that day that he threw a curve ball at you.

Sweet!

The stay at the hospital was pleasant except the food. Well it sucked! Big time! The food was not only bland but mushy and squishy and what not! "Aaera i will die if i have to eat this food again. Please just one dessert. Pppplllleeeeaaassseee." She looked at you sternly and nodded a firm no! "No tantrums April!" She warned you and walked away.

"Such a queen!" Jin snorted and you were almost ready to throw the apple at him. "My Friend, Come have this!" You pushed the plate towards him and he pretended like he didn't hear a thing.

Jerk.

Jin had disappeared in the evening for some work. You were reading the magazine when the nurse walked in with the food and your hunger immediately died. You faked a cry but the nurse didn't even look at you, letting you gloat in peace. Suddenly the door burst open and Jin walked in carrying a huge ass basket bouquet and you stopped eating immediately. He placed the bouquet on the table and looked at you with stern eyes, "If i die, You're going down with me." He pointed a finger at you, And you scoffed. "You're going to die because you got me flowers.?" He locked the door and rushed to the basket, He neatly picked up the leaves and removed a box. He placed the box infront of you and you literally screamed. "Have that quick woman, I am not getting thrown out of here." He checked the door and settled on the couch.

"Aww did you get a pastry for me? Jin you're so sweet thankyou." He looked at you with no expressions but he was clearly fighting a smile and those flaming red ears gave that away. "Eat before i throw it out." You grabbed the box possessively and ate the pastry with content. You made loud hums and moans while eating which made Jin turn red in embarrassment. "Jesus Woman Stop eating like you didn't eat a decent meal in ages." You looked at him and threw the spoon at him which he easily avoided. "Eat this food for a week and then we will speak Mr." You turned the plate towards him and again he pretended like he didn't hear you!

You finished the meal with a content smile, and you rested back to the pillow, "Jin" you called out and he only hummed in response. "Jin" you tried again and he only hummed. He was engrossed in his work. "Jin Jin Jin Jin" You chanted and he looked up through his glasses. "Did you lose your shit on the food?" he chuckled and you blew a kiss towards him. "Thankyou, My friend is a nice guy." He shut his laptop and turned his attention towards you. "He sounds good, Maybe quite handsome too!" You immediately regretted your words and he laughed. "Ever so self obsessed." You smirked before closing your eyes to jump right into the pill induced sleep.

Your relationship/Friendship with Jin didn't get fixed magically, It was a slow beginning with baby steps. You still joked around each other, But the snarky comments were left out. He made you laugh genuinely by throwing around his dad jokes and his eternal undying love for food. You could bet you had toured half the world cuisine by now with his stories about food, But in reality all you ate was the bland food with a fruit!

For the first time you had learned to laugh with him and not at him. He stayed back at the hospital entirely and worked from there not leaving your sides. Everyone kept visiting every now and then making your stay less miserable.

--

Two weeks later, You were sick and tired of the bed. You eventually got the luxury to walk completely parked on Jin while he held up your waist. The girls and the nurses would glance at you jealously and you would giggle with him, "She's hot." You muttered loud enough for only Jin to hear he immediately turned at the woman who was looking at him and he nodded dismayed, "Nuuh saw better." You looked at him and laughed "Where are these better ones that you keep talking about." He faked offence and mocked you, "Have you seen Maya? She's a bomb!" You hit his shoulder and he laughed. "I am telling her that." You limped and he immediately caught you. "You wouldn't dare." He smirked and you shrugged it off.

If someone told you that you would be giggling with Jin and ogling at the hot girls and chatting with him like you were some old bestfriends you would have died laughing. Life really kept changing axis for you. One moment you fell in a deal with a stranger, Got married to him, Cleared your debts and another moment you hated the guts of Jin and were annoyed by him and the next you were becoming good friends.

--

Jin was braiding your hair when Charlie practically burst in through the door, You almost had a heart attack again. "what the hell happened I fly out for two weeks and this happens?" He thundered and you touched Jins hands. They were cold. Shit you had totally forgot, Charlies reaction. "Where were you when this happened?" Jin opened his mouth and you caught his hand tightly. "Charlie i was out to buy ice-cream and i took a cab. That's when this happened." He looked bewildered. "Why did you take cab when he has three cars with drivers?" You looked at him with puppy eyes and hoped he would believe. "I sneaked out." He let out a sharp breath.

"April, Your personal car and driver is waiting downstairs. okay and i don't want a single argument about this." You groaned and Jin immediately came forward rushing to Charlie's side. "You cant say No to him."

"What else did she say no to?" He looked curious and you looked away, You were caught. "Practically everything. Clothes, shoes, bag everything, Threw out the designer out as well." Charlie came over to your side and patted your head. "I know a diamond when I see one."

You chatted with Charlie like old days and It actually surprised Jin how close you were with him. No wonder you were his favorite child. He stooped his work to listen to your conversation, Your warm smile, Your sparkling eyes, Something changed. He didn't acknowledge it but at that moment something had changed. He didn't know what it was but he felt it.

The next day you were being discharged, You felt happier than ever to leave the hospital. you couldn't wait to get back to your terrace your nirvana. After giving a million instruction's and a billion warnings Aaera signed off your discharge papers. You were still limping a bit. you still needed some support. "Wait up here, Il call for the wheel chair." You nodded and sat on the bed. Jin came back, and he looked around the room. "What are we waiting for?"

"we are waiting for the wheel chair." Jin scoffed and he called someone. His driver came in and carried the bags and his stuff and Jin looked at you in amusement. "Who needs a wheel chair?" He bent and scooped you up bridal style. You squealed but he made no attempt to put you down. The people passing by gave you a aww kind of look and you felt yourself going red in embarrassment. "Jin put me down, Il lean on you. People are looking?" You looked at the people around you, They seemed to giggling. "Cant a man carry his wife?" Jin practically yelled and everyone looked away. "You're getting your ass kicked dick." You seethed and Jin laughed. "Sure, Lets get you to physiotherapy first."

--

Jin opened the door to your room and god it felt like heaven. Alisha had made sure to keep it spic and span. She came down to welcome you home. Everything felt good. Jin helped you to the bed and left instructing Alisha to lend a hand to change.

Your recovery was very well underway with exercise and physiotherapy. You were showing quite some progress and now you could take slow steps without any body's help. Your ankle was slowly returning to normal and you felt better.

What amazed you even more was Jin! The Greek god had stayed by your side for two months working from home completely. He never left your side, Only the time you would go to sleep only on the condition that the door would remain open. You quit trying to tell him that you were almost okay, but a part of you still wanted that attention and coddling that he showered you so graciously with. Selfish enough but it strangely didn't matter.

Charlie and the boys had made your days bearable enough, those boys had plenty of games to play with and somehow they never ran out of topics either. Suddenly Jin's home felt like home. A place you were welcome and comfortable.

"April, April April April April April" Jin came yelling through the door and you basically ran to him. He stood at the door grinning and you threw the cushions at him. "What the hell Jin?" He fake pouted, irking you even more. "Well that works."

"You need to come with me." He ordered and you rolled your eyes. "Oh really?" You looked at the other side and he immediately came to the other side. "Come with me." He pulled your hand twice and you gave him a firm look. "Say Please" You grinned and he scoffed. "As if"

"cool go on your own." You turned to leave and he pulled your wrist. "Come with me please." You laughed at him. "Just kidding, Lets go."

You arrived at a high end jewelry store, and you immediately looked at him and faked surprise. "Aww husband you buying me diamonds?" Jin looked scandalized. "First of all that was gross and second off all if you need diamonds all you need to do is ask."

"Puhlease, Keep those diamonds for Maya. I have no interest whatsoever." You said firmly and Jin laughed out aloud. "knew that." You looked around curiously, and nudged Jin. "What is the occasion?" He rubbed the back of his head and smiled shyly. "Its her birthday next week and i need a gift."

You looked around a couple of designs and finalized one. Jin was beyond thankful for your choice. Somehow his assistant selected the gifts every year and this year he had honored you to do the needful and in honesty you didn't feel a bit bad for it. For you it was totally fine to do so. So you thought.

--

Soon enough Maya's birthday arrived and Jin left with her for their vacation. You chose to hang out with the guys. Yoongi and Hoseok came in for a movie night and you had your own share of fun. It was still weird how close you had become with these guys in a span of just three months. You settled on horror movie scaring the shits out of Hobi.

The three days that he was away, The guys had seem to take it on themselves to keep you occupied. You found it strange enough, Maybe they didn't know you knew Jin was out holidaying with Maya, Maybe they just didn't want you to wallow. But nevertheless you enjoyed their company.

Jin's Friends party arrived soon after Jin came back and you had to play dress up again, You didn't love it but didn't hate it either. You needed a change of mind and Alisha was happy enough to seek her designer friend.

You arrived at the party, arms linked with Jin this time and saw the rest of the crew at the bar. You and Jin immediately rushed over to them. Namjoon and Aaera looked quite relaxed and in the mood today, and it felt so good to hang out with Aaera outside, She was literally an amazing person. Jin cracked his dad jokes and everybody just laughed around until Maya arrived.

Unlike last time, jin didn't ghost you. namjoon kept a close eye on Jin incase he wandered off but Jin didn't look a her much except a few nods here and there. You and Aaera were chatting about something when Jin came around nervously and nudged you. You excused yourself and turned to him. "What do you see different in her?" You choked on your wine and looked at Jin horrified. "What?" He looked at her and without turning he spoke "Do you see something different, She's been trying to hint that she wore something but i cant figure out." You looked at her once more and something caught your eye, The necklace! She was wearing the necklace that Jin gifted.

You burst out laughing and Jin looked scandalized. "Your such a dummy Jin, She's wearing that necklace we chose." Jin looked relieved and he immediately typed and hit send. Maya's face lit up on the other end of the room and Jin relaxed. He gave you a Hi-five and mumbled innocently. "We have a good choice."

You froze on your spot.

Wait, What?

[shy-peacock]

You know the music video somebody I fucked once by solita? If so please go watch it cause GAY-

But I’d REALLY like to see you make a fic based on something of that setting❤️love your work babe

Hey yo- this was a mess but I loved the music video XD (maybe I'll write a part two so they can have a good ending like them??)

also kinda relates to these two prompts??? and someone awhile back aske for scissors-......so....very short but Rated E/M

Captain of the Cheer Squad.

She’s got a boyfriend she hangs out with Monday nights by the lake with all their friends. The kind that’s a favorite of everyone who gets to know him, plays football, and has the haircut of a five year old. A real token ‘good boy’ that deserves someone who loves him fully and will have seven kids with right out of college. Their friends like a pack of wild animals when together. Tolerable apart, but only for a few minutes.

Tuesday she’s got tutoring, putting in time with the youth at risk. Showing how a nobody like them could achieve the status of someone like her. Someonethey all wish they could be one day, a college girl, full time benefits and a job. Living the ‘dream’ and grinding hard to make a someday comfortable living with the work she’s putting in now.

Wednesday she’s at cheer, Thursday she checks in at home.

She wears tight jeans on Saturday nights with a tank that shows off her stomach, makeup that has her eyes looking sinfully good and on Sunday she wears pretty floral dresses to church and chokes back a coffee to keep her hangover from showing up amongst the ‘grandmas’ of the congregation.

And Friday?

Friday is the only day of the week Raya’s looking forward to.

Because Friday, for a few hours, Namaari is all hers.

They’d never be caught dead with one another in public. Not Namaari, the perfect golden child of her Mother’s very stuck-up dreams. Great grades, great reputation, an even greater set of boobs that Raya had joked with her few friends before that they were fake.

Well..seeing is believing she supposed?

Raya was not worthy to be in her presence. Raya, a mere commoner here in the very small town of Kumandra, did not make up the 1% of this town that had a mansion stacked upon another mansion. Running the laws at the courthouse, putting money into everything they saw a point in. Fancy clothes and pictures in the newspaper. Humbling themselves to throwing get-togethers and town luncheons that made them seem like they were just like them.

Nah.

Raya’s kind was tolerated at best.

Same as her Father and his Father and his Mother before them.

Raya was the local punk that people wished would leave town. Her tiny gang of misfit friends gathered up from the lowest of low poverty lines. Their homes are like a tiny, annoying speck compared to people like Namaari’s. Yet, even as she was the top of their society, Raya topped her the second she’s in her bed every Friday at 3:00.

And Raya would never let her forget it.

Her breasts were red, stinging, that only brought Namaari to this level of pleasure. Raya twisting her nipples between her fingertips, biting down on the flesh as she fondled them roughly. Knowing Namaari liked how she played with her like this, rough, yet soothing when her tongue slipped out to cool the pierce in her bite. Touching her this way like no one had before.

No one that Raya wanted to know about at least.

Knowing that while Namaari’s family was raised on being a ‘pure virgin’ upon marriage as it spoke in some outdated text they used at their church, that there was no way Namaari knew the things she knew without some experience. Definitely not with boys at least. Knowing she must have taken a stray lesbian like Raya was in her bed before at some point. Maybe not for long, maybe not as serious, but not anymore at least. A stray fear always finding it’s way in the back of Raya’s mind, wondering if she was going to be next in line.

Based off the way Namaari sounded, especially now as Raya clutched her leg, rubbing themselves against the other; she couldn’t imagine that would be anytime soon.

Namaari loved this. She loved being this close with Raya, feeling her cunt rub against her own as she scissored her. Laying back like the princess she was, lazily lifting her hips as she sought purchase against Raya’s. Messy, wet, the feeling euphoric in a way that even Raya couldn’t describe. Getting off on the fact that for these few hours, this high-class woman wanted her ‘peasant’ body touching her this way. Fingers burying into her, lips claiming her, putting marks on her body that no one could see.

Not that boyfriend of hers.

A beard.

Rumor around town being that she was as much a beard for him as he was her.

But what else do you expect from a family who builds their children up on lies? Houses all pretty on the outside, the inside full of dark, hidden secrets. Like this one now, that Namaari couldn’t get through a week without Raya touching her in some manner. Evil little glances in the hall, jokes at her expense, acting like Raya didn’t exist.

All to keep up one secret.

Namaari was gay, just like Raya.

But whereas Namaari hid behind her identity, Raya chose to walk with it.

Fuck this town and their backwards ways. As if Raya had the energy to put up with such nonsense.

Then again…here she was keeping Namaari’s secret for her, at her own expense.

Her nails dug into Raya’s hips, holding her steady as she rocked up into her. Eyebrows knitted, eyes screwed shut as she undoubtedly was finding herself about to bust. Raya smirking at the sight, seeing her so absolutely needy in that moment. Going to cum, but only at Raya’s command. Head thrown back, mouth open and panting, all it took was Raya’s thumb coming down to her clit. Tight little circles. Namaari crying out then, allowing herself to be loud in this safe space. Saying Raya’s name again and again. Raya memorizing how it sounded, counting how many times she said it, using that as a means to get through till next week.

She finished.

She left.

Raya found herself walking the streets till she found her friends lingering at the local burger joint. Catching up with them and their gossip, hanging out in the bed of Boun’s truck. All of them laughing, having a round while they threw fries at one another and sucked down milkshakes. Feeling good, feeling happy, until a jet black car pulled in next to them.

It wasn’t like their truck. It ran smooth, it looked smooth and even the people inside stepped out so fluid like that Raya expected them to turn into a puddle right then and there. They had money, yet they came here to grab food. Not because they were hungry, but because they were trying to make a statement. That much was clear by the looks they all gave them. Smug, far better than them. Nothing new, not to Raya and their friends. But the sting was something they never ideally got used to. Especially when a familiar face stepped out last, Raya’s eyes finding hers before she turned away on instinct. Namaari walking in with the others, glancing at Raya before ignoring her as well.

Both trying not to show that only awhile ago they were tangled up with one another in Raya’s sheets.

“Did you go see her again?” Sisu whispered, leaning over to speak this in Raya’s ear.

Raya waved her off, irritated now.

“No, leave me al-”

“You have lipstick on your neck, dude..”

Raya slapped the side of her neck, rubbing furiously until she was sure it came off. A roll of her eyes before they settled on Sisu.

“So what if I did?” Raya scoffed, “it’s nothing serious, it’s just sex.”

Sisu didn’t say anything, which was worse than saying anything. Her bestie just giving her a tiny shrug and knowing look, jumping back into the conversation with the others. Raya forcing herself to do the same, especially when Namaari and her friends left with their food. Her boyfriend slinging an arm around her shoulder, giving her a kiss. Raya ignoring the way it made her heart clench.

[ohheyitsokay]

first base

part 6 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 2.7k

warnings: strong language, illusions to part trauma

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier Baseball AU! Trust me, you don’t need ot know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, the guys start to explain baseball both as a game and a career to the reader, and Frankie takes a step in the right direction instead of running.

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It was Francisco’s idea for someone to walk you to your car, but Will ended up doing it, his mind too lost in thought for his usually sharp eyes to see. They missed the drop in Frankie’s shoulders, the tilt of Santi's head, and the way that even after the goodbyes, your fingers waved an extra  wave at just one of them before you turned away. He didn’t say anything as you walked and thanked him again for inviting you to his grandparents with everyone, and apologized for James’ absence.

“Thank you,” he said finally, his accent was more pronounced and you almost thought he was going to shake your hand before he pulled you into a rough hug.

“What for?” the Millers, you were learning, were physically affectionate, but there was something in the way he did it, something in the way he said it that made you pause.

“The other night, and,” he shrugged, for once not quite knowing what to say, and you could almost see the words swimming behind his deep blue eyes. With a content sigh, you perched on the edge of the hood of your car, settling in for a real conversation with William Miller. Ironhead, they told you, a golden top athlete and responsible older of Ben, and the whole group. There was a huff, as he acknowledged it, smiling a little bit.

“You guys protect him,” you offered, and he crossed his arms, leaning next to you. Will blinked, then uncrossed his arms again.

“Yeah,” his hands moved along the grooves of the car, as if he was concentrated on being open with you. “We have to.”

“You’re his big brother.” 

You didn’t ask, but they’re not? but it was implied. The sturdy first-baseman stilled, looking right at you. If this had been less of a conversation, it would have occurred to him that the prolonged time alone with you was creating a curiosity what was killing his friend inside.

“We were all him, a few years ago,” his eyes felt like they were boring into yours, intense in a comforting way, like he would ask permission before peering into your soul. “High on attention, moving too fast to think, caught up in the parties and girls and... all of it.”

Nodding while he talked, you muttered not relatable underneath his voice and he half smiled as he continued. Still, you understood what he was getting at.

“It got bad,” he said it like he had rehearsed it, or maybe had said it before. “Redfly wants it back, bigger, better. He could do it, too, if…” Will talked with his hands just enough to wave off the end of that sentence. “We all made mistakes. Did shit we aren’t proud of. Still sort of recovering from that. Just… don’t like seeing him make some of the same choices.”

“He’s got a big heart,” you said, asking not for confirmation, but out of curiosity. He grinned, breaking his frustrated reminiscing and nodded.

“You’re good for him,” he pushed off the car, a signal that he said what he needed to. Another hug, and at the same time as you said, “I like you guys,” you could’ve sworn he added, “For all of us.”

Pulling back, you stared, but he didn’t repeat himself, and you finished your goodbyes. The drive home, you forgot to turn on the radio the whole drive, thinking.

There was a place for you, with those five boys, it wasn’t a crazy once-in-a-lifetime thing. And maybe it was time to stop fighting it.

-

There was nothing about Francisco that you didn’t like – except he spilled your secret.

I actually don’t know anything about baseball.

Frankie was mad he shared it, too. His daydreams of having you pressed against his side – or better yet, in his lap – as he explained the beautiful game to you dwindled before his eyes. His friends were yelling, indignant, and excited. Already the evening was being planned, to watch a game and explain it to you and with resignation he knew they were all looking forward to it.

So, two evenings later, he found himself trying to get a seat next to yours on the little couch of Santi's rental. You brought snacks and a recording James had given you, and were wearing an old team tshirt that made his heart flip over in his chest.

It was silly, how eagerly they all waited for the recording to start, just boys excited to strut their stuff and show off.

“So exactly how much do you know?” Will was on your other side, the most relaxed of the bunch, sipping something fizzy. He seemed amused, more than anything.

“Let’s just assume I know nothing,” you shrugged. They were sure that wasn’t true, but it made it more fun.

“That’s me!” Santiago said, raising his eyebrows and pointing. It was, which you obviously knew, but you asked for it. Tom, who was gripping a beer while hovering by the food and texting, coughed a laugh.

“Okay, smart-ass,” you grabbed a handful of candy off the coffee table and threw one at Santi’s head. “You’re the pitcher. What do you do, other than throw the ball?”

He caught it, grinning, before Ben chimed in.

“Nothing.”

Santi made an offended noise in the back of his throat. He explained it to you – he was in control, throwing the ball in different ways to manipulate the batter.

“So, if all goes well, the batter misses and you catch it,” your eyes found Frankie’s, confirming, and he shrugged, more focused on restraining himself from pulling you against him. They then explained, strikes were good, but sometimes it was equally good to make the batter hit it badly.

“What’s a bat hit, at this level?”

Benny’s chest swelled a little with pride as he said anything he could catch. They corrected him – anything anyone could catch. That would give the other team an “out" faster than three strikes.

His voice was deep, but his laughter was lighter as Benny launched into a story like a overgrown kid trying to share. You could barely follow it as he jumped around and the others began to interject the pieces that he missed. It made you smile, how passionate they were about what they did.

Frankie saw a chance in the midst of the loud conversation, swallowed hard, and took it, sliding a little bit closer to you. He kept his voice low, as he explained that he and Pope would communicate the plan with hand signals. It was a gift from them, really, to let him show them you, your eyes alight as you looked at his broad, scarred hands.

The snap of the ball hitting a bat broke the moment, and all of you turned back towards the screen. Tom tuned in, telling you what he did in the outfield – mostly standing and running and catching and throwing – before he excused himself and slipped out. There was a joke somewhere, about the differences between infielders and outfielders, but no one made it.

You watched a tiny version of Will hit the ball, and the camera followed it as if flew all the way over the heads of the opposing team, past the fence and into the crowd.

“A home run?” That was one thing you didn’t really need to ask, but Will looked proud, anyway.

“Who has the record?” The real question, executed with raised brows and a conspiring sip of your drink as Santi made a face at you. At this point, you had their measure - jealousy wasn’t stronger that their comradery. 

Your elbow bumped Frankie’s ribs and even though it didn’t hurt, he winced. “Will,” he said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“It’ll be me in a few years,” Benny added with his wide smile, not even trying to dodge the pillows and pretzels thrown at his face.

“Sore subject?” eyes in Frankie’s, it made him thaw -that you were talking just to him.

“I’m a bad batter.” It was the truth. It wasn’t really in his skill set and he normally didn’t mind because it meant he had to do it less, but… he really didn’t like letting you down. It didn’t seem like you really cared, though, he hoped with all his heart that he wasn’t hallucinating when you slid closer to him. You made a joke about how you would certainly be worse, and his daydream about teaching you returned in force.

“Actually,” Santi’s quiet voice seemed more thoughtful than teasing, and he leaned in so only Frankie could hear him. “Recently you’ve been better,” he punched his friend’s arm and added, “Because you’ve got a good luck charm.”

They both looked at you, squinting at the screen and comparing your score sheet to the correct one.

“I guess so,” Frankie’s tone was just as thoughtful.

-

Throughout the evening all the remaining men were affectionate with you, and it was weirding you out. You had just gotten used to being friends with minor celebrities, and now? 

It may have been the fact that you were just letting them show off their skills but something had definitely changed. It was like it was settled, your place with them, your value to them. Ben had sat in front of you, and asked you to run your fingers through his hair like you had before, as he explained what a shortstop did. He played it off like he didn’t do much, genuinely humble – but as it turned out, they were the most valuable player on the team, the core to communication and guidance. It was sweet, that he got so excited to share it with you, and accidentally let it all spill out.

Will remembered your drink, and teased you more than he ever had, letting himself banter with you and Santi.

Their hands were on your shoulders, ruffling your hair, on your arm, your knees, brushing or squeezing like they were trying to communicate to you how thankful they were that you actually cared. It was nice, but most of all, it was comfortable. It reinforced what Will had laid the foundation for - you really were a part of this, for the long haul.

Best of all was how close you were against the solid warmth of Francisco’s side. His arm was over the top of the couch, respectfully, and his fingers caught on your shoulder and the tips of your hair, like his restraint was crumbling. 

When the game was over and the Miller boys faked yawns and slipped out, the weight of his arm settled, finally, and you leaned into him. Soon, you would have to pull away, pretend you hadn’t wanted to cuddle him fully so you wouldn’t overstay your welcome, but it was hard when it seemed like he wanted you to stay, too. 

You made the time less awkward for Santi, though, since your final question was for the two of them, anyway.

“Will talked to me the other day, about before.” They snapped to attention, looking at you cautiously. “Would you guys… tell me, sometime? About all of it?” Knowing what you meant, the air was thick as they exchanged glances.

They didn’t have time for it all. Frankie’s hand fidgeted on your shoulder, and his grip on you tightened. You reached up and touched his hand, a reassurance, or maybe insurance for his overthinking mind, before you forced yourself to pull away. It didn’t need to be right now.

“Yeah, if you want,” Santiago was a man prone to talking, charming, working his was out of unpleasant situations. He fought the instinct. 

It came out haltingly, the high of their success, and how each one of them had crashed down in their own way. They didn’t share too many details of the other men just themselves, and how it had felt.

For Santi, he threw himself into the game, overworking his mind and body until his knees gave out. It cost him a small fortune in treatments, a lost contract with his last team, and forced him into a break with his long term girlfriend. He thought his life was over, shot straight into the ground, and ended up in continuous therapy for both his mind as well as his knees. Will dated a girl who was in it for the wrong reasons, had his proposal on tabloid covers before he saw it, and locked himself away. Tom drank himself into a quiet, secretive 30 day rebab. 

It was the hardest to share - Frankie’s drug use, his spiral as he balanced the two extreme sides of his life. He mentioned his family, his sister and he baby like weights on his shoulders, and his eyes told you and Pope both that he would tell you more later, when and if you wanted him too.

They each had been devastated by their mistakes, and you were almost in awe of them as they talked about keeping each other accountable, building and holding each other up, these past few years. There was plenty, like Will said, that was still healing, still being worked on, but it was amazing to see how far they’d come.

Francisco watched you closely, also fighting himself internally. It was a miracle you hadn’t run away, and he could see it like a sunrise on the horizon - hope. An actual real chance that he would get a shot with you, a real shot without secrets and faking it and anxiety. 

You were thanking them both, hands cleaning up as you asked them if there was anything you should be conscious of in the future. He wasn’t jealous when Pope hugged you for a beat longer than normal, and he had to smile at his friend’s excitement as he talked about what baseball had become to them, and how tight their friendships were.

“Now you’re stuck with us,” Santi really meant it, and Frankie made a sound so you knew he agreed.

His mind was running as you walked together to your cars, but the feel of you wouldn’t leave his chest and he couldn’t stop just... talking to you. 

The conversation had turned back to the game, and your growing love for it had nothing on his growing feelings for you. When you stopped at your car, he couldn’t bring himself to keep going, to move past and head home. The flow of words lulled and he found himself hovering close to you, above you like he had in the kitchen of your abuelo’s home. Your eyes flickered across his face, and he watched your tongue wet your lips subconsciously, and it was all over.

 Frankie pulled you into him, kissing you as gently as he could manage. He meant for you to be able to pull away, if you wanted to - if it was too much, all of the information. You didn’t take it, kissing him back and letting him press into you until your back was against the cool metal of the car. 

When you had watched them play, really watched and understood, Frankie had loved the way you looked at him, had thought nothing would feel better than your adoration. 

He was wrong. 

Feeling you in his arms, pinned between his body and your car, kissing him back like you wanted this as much as he did was the most intense thing he’d ever experienced. 

Pulling back, his voice was rough as he asked you if you’d want to talk, sometimes soon, just you and him. You were just as breathless as he was, and your affirmation felt as good as a homerun. When he stepped fully back so you could open the driver’s side door, your head ducked as you smiled at him, and he wanted to eat you alive. 

But he let you go, and as you drove away he thought about stealing after you, but he didn’t. There was a time and place for that, but after such a  perfect moment, Frankie was content biding his time. He still had more work to do. 

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A Place To Call Home: Dads

Summary: When the reader gets an offer to make some money on the side, things quickly evolve to Jensen learning about where some of the reader and TJ’s money has been going, namely TJ’s father. Jensen offers to help out but discovers that Rick might be up to something... 

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Square: A Place To Call Home

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 7,600ish

Warnings: language, angst (so much family angst), minor injury

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo. This part takes place after the Halloween timestamp. Enjoy!

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“Thank you, Barry,” you said as he left the office at the brewery. Your head was still up when your dad slipped inside and he shut the door. “What’s up?”

“There’s a talent scout out in the draft room,” he said.

“Fascinating,” you said, going back to reading over a contract with a new distributor.

“Y/N they’re here to see you.” You turned in your seat and stared at him, breaking out into a giggle. “I’m serious.”

“This is by far your worst prank yet.”

“You modeled some of the new merch last week? He’s here for you,” he said.

“To what, model?” you scoffed. “No thank you.”

“Well can you go tell him that because he was insisting on hearing it from you,” he said. You sighed and walked out front, a guy in a suit with no tie on sipping from a glass. He smiled when he saw your dad behind you. 

“Ms. Ackles,” he said, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s Mrs. Hanover,” you said with a friendly enough smile. 

“You’re clearly used to some hard negotiations.”

“I’m tougher than I look Mr…”

“Elbridge but please call me Dan.”

“What can I do for you today, Dan?” you asked. He walked out to a quieter spot by the railing, settling at one ot the standing tables.

“I work for a talent agency, Mrs. Hanover. We’ve worked with your father a few times when he was starting out,” he said, your dad giving a nod. “We’ve seen your modeling pictures and we’re very interested in you doing a shoot.”

“I appreciate the offer but my answer is no. I’m not a model or an actress or any of the things my parents are besides someone invested in this brewery,” you said.

“She is a tough cookie,” he said as he looked at your dad. “I’m assuming you told her nothing I told you.”

“You gotta sell it on your own,” he said.

“Y/N, we’d like you to be in a commercial with some other women. An underwear commercial.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a commercial for inclusivity for people with differences,” he said.

“He means the scar on your back, Y/N. From the accident,” said your dad.

“You’re exactly the kind of person we want included in the line. There’ll be a photo run of things too and-“

“Why exactly do you know I have a scar on my back?”

“Your Instagram. I assumed it was public knowledge.”

“Okay but it’s not even that big. Like it blends in. I’m boring. Get like, an amputee or a burn survivor. That’s inclusive. I’m average.”

“We have a vast array of women in the line including those types and all kinds of body types. But you’re...a brand name we could put to the project.”

“Brand name,” you said. He hummed and you laughed. “My dad? That’s a brand name, not me. Throw him in some underwear and I’m sure you’ll get all the attention you want.”

“Well we want you,” he said. He pulled out a business card and handed it over. “Our initial offer is on the back but we’re open to negotiations. Call us if you think you might be interested. Oh and the beer’s great.”

“Thanks,” you said, looking over the card. The guy had wandered off by the time you flipped it over.

“I told him you wouldn’t be interested,” said your dad, sipping from his bottle of water. You blinked at the card, your dad raising an eyebrow. “You’re not considering it are you?”

“Dad,” you said. You flipped the card around and showed it to him, water spitting out of his mouth.

“Hey, Dan,” he said, rushing back and waving him over. Dan smiled as he walked back, drink in his hand.

“I thought that’d-” said Dan before your dad got in his face. “Is there a problem?”

“What are you up to,” he said.

“Dad.”

“Y/N no one gets offered that much money off the street. No one. So I’m gonna ask again. What are you up to?” 

“It’s for a package deal. A photo shoot. A commercial. Ad sponsorship for three months bi-weekly on her social media accounts. We’d also like her to design the set for the commercial. There’s a time crunch of next week so we felt a hundred was a fair offer for that amount of work on short notice,” said Dan. “If she were simply modeling, we’d offer her twenty five but this is our biggest line of the year. You are more than welcome to come along every step of the way.”

“Dan I really do appreciate the offer but I’m not a model. I don’t even remember the last time I wore makeup. I will happily design a set and build if you like and maybe I can do the ad thing but I’m not a model like my parents. Can I talk to my dad for a second?”

He nodded and walked off a ways, your dad sighing.

“Maybe mom could do it or something? She’s done that stuff before,” you said.

“I’m not gonna tell you what to do. Go for the set design for sure. You’re good at it and I know you get to break back into your architecture skills for that. But the rest...once you get on that train you can’t get off.”

“Dad, people already know who I am. I have like...an obnoxious number of followers on my accounts and stuff. My most popular posts? Always about you. I’ve never been in the shadows.”

“I know but that’s different than you doing these things. If you start taking pictures in underwear, you’re gonna attract at least a few weirdos and most of them are harmless but maybe some aren’t and there is a reason that Uncle Cliff still hangs out with me at certain times.”

“It’s a hundred thousand dollars. TJ and I could pay off the lawyer fees for Allie’s adoption finally,” you said. “We could get our mortgage payment down.”

“You’ve never cared about money,” he said. You pursed your lips and he narrowed his eyes. “Are things tight?”

“Dad.”

“Are they?”

“I don’t ask about your finances.”

“I sat down with both you and TJ when you bought the house and even with the renovation costs, your monthly payment was very affordable. Allie’s adoption should have been paid off months ago.”

“Do you stalk our spending now or what?” you shot back.

“Well you haven’t bought a new car or any big expenses. Where’s the money going?” he asked.

“I’ll take the set design and leave it at that,” you said. You brushed past him and over to Dan. 

Thirty minutes later you had a signed contract and were back in your office, your dad grumbling as he walked inside.

“I’m busy,” you said.

“Where’s the money going, Y/N?”

“TJ and I make very good money,” you said, typing up an email. He leaned over the desk and narrowed his eyes. “I took the set design only for twenty. Happy?”

“Why do you need twenty thousand dollars?”

“Coming from the guy who made how much fucking money for a single freaking episode? At least I’m not slutting out my face,” you said. He stood back and slammed the door shut on his way out. You sighed and got up, finding him out back, splitting old pallets down. “Dad I’m sorry.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled. 

“Dad. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah you did,” he said. “That is exactly why I didn’t want you doing that shoot. Then all you are is a pretty face.”

He moved a pallet and picked up the axe again, bringing it down in the center.

“Dad.”

“What?” he snapped as he spun around. 

“I said it because I knew it’d make you mad and piss you off and get you to drop it. It’s the only reason I said it. Please stop asking about where my money goes. Please.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Dad I said to stop asking.”

“Tough shit,” he said with a shrug. “Call me whatever you want. Maybe I get pissed off but I’ll cool off too. I know how much you make and I know how much he makes and I know you two have both been taking side jobs recently. You should have your house paid off by now, not barely making your mortgage. What’s going on and I want the truth.”

“I can’t.”

“What’s TJ involved in,” he said. You looked away and he nodded. “There are very few reasons why you wouldn’t tell me the truth and considering how small Allie and Colin are, he’s the only one I can think of.”

“I can’t.”

“Hey! There you are,” said TJ, walking around the corner with a bag in his hand. “I was out at a ranch nearby for work and figured we could have lunch together.”

“Speak of the little devil,” said your dad. He dropped the axe and TJ set the food on the hood of his truck, cocking his head.

“You okay, Jensen?” he asked.

“Peachy,” he said, putting his hands on his hips when he stopped in front of him. “So. Want to tell me what’s going on with your finances lately?”

TJ glanced to you and you shook your head.

“Nothing,” said TJ quietly.

“You want to try that again and not lie to me this time?” asked Jensen. TJ shook his head and your dad shut his eyes. “If you’re involved in something bad, let me help. I have money.”

“TJ just tell him,” you said. TJ sighed and picked up the food, walking over to the employee picnic area and sat down. You took a seat beside him and TJ handed you a wrapped burrito, your dad sitting across from him.

“I’m not angry. Let me help is all,” said your dad.

“It’s not us who’s in trouble,” said TJ. Your dad looked to you and you nodded. “It’s my dad.”

“Oh you two,” he said, shutting his eyes. “You’re paying off Rick’s debt he owes somebody, aren’t you.”

“Rick owes money to a bookie and...he beat him up kinda bad and we have extra so…” you said, your dad staring at you. “He asked us not to tell anyone.”

“How much?” he asked.

“Five...hundred,” said TJ. 

“Five hundred thousand?” he asked, your heads nodding. “Five hundred thousand? What...how much have you given him already?”

“About half,” said TJ. Your dad shook his head and put his hands over his face, quickly pulling them off. “I know it’s a lot.”

“Yeah…” he said, swallowing to himself.

“We got it covered. Really. At the rate we’re doing extra side work-”

“Kids...you’re both so kind I think you missed something pretty important,” said your dad. 

“I don’t understand,” said TJ. He looked to you and you shrugged. 

“Guys that��s a lot of money. That’s...an extraordinary amount of money to a lot of people. How on earth does your father owe that much money all of a sudden?” asked your dad.

“He made some bets he lost on,” said TJ.

“But how could it be that much. What was the original bet?”

“What?”

“What was the original bet he made and lost on?”

“I don’t know. We figured it must have been like a hundred.”

“So your father bet a hundred, say he lost. That’s two hundred. Say he got some insane interest on it. Okay. Maybe, maybe he truly owes that much. But where did he get that original one hundred?”

“He didn’t have it,” said TJ. “We think.”

“Okay. He bet badly and ends up owing the whole thing,” he said.

“Exactly.”

“Do you give this money to Rick or the bookie?” asked your dad.

“My dad. He didn’t want us to get involved with the guy,” said TJ. 

“Okay,” said your dad. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna drive up to your folks this afternoon TJ and talk to your dad, see what’s left he owes. I will pay the rest.”

“Jensen that’s a lot of money.”

“I know it is. But it’s better to get him out of the hole quickly before something were to happen and I can afford it. Okay? I’m gonna head up. You two enjoy your lunch. I’ll be home in a few hours.”

Something was off about him as he stood and left but you weren’t quite sure what was wrong.

“My dad’s gonna be pissed. He didn’t want Jensen to know at all,” said TJ.

“He wants to help. He’s got a point. The quicker it’s paid off, the quicker your dad’s out of danger. Let’s have lunch and you can tell me about that ranch you’re fixing up.”

“Arrow,” you grumbled that night as she reached for the hot pan. “Let it cool off.”

“Why are we having dinner at your house?” she asked. “No offense but you can only cook like five things.”

“Would you like to cook dinner for seven?” you asked. She held up her hands and you rolled your eyes.

“To be fair, Colin still eats baby food,” she said.

“Thank you for volunteering to feed your nephew,” you said with a grin.

“I didn’t-”

“Ro!” he said as he waddled into the kitchen, wrapping her legs up in a hug.

“I hate you,” she said, narrowing her eyes before she picked him up.

“Thank you Arrow,” you said as she put him on her hip. “He’s got dinner in the fridge if you wouldn’t mind?”

“I got it,” she said, opening it up one handed. “Mom and dad have some last minute thing or something?”

“I don’t know,” you said, your phone ringing, Jared’s name popping up. “Can you get that?”

“Hey Uncle Jared,” she said, hitting it on speaker.

“Arrow? Hey you mind finding your sister for me?” he asked.

“She’s busy making dinner. Apparently it’s very difficult.”

“I’m here Jared,” you said. You grabbed the phone and shoved it between your shoulder and ear. “What’s up?”

“Don’t freak out,” he said. “But come outside.”

You turned down the heat on the stove and went out the front door, finding Jared on the seat out front.

“Uh, what’s up?” you asked, pulling the door shut behind you. “This is weird.”

“Your dad may have...listen. Shit went down when Jensen went up to see TJ’s dad whatever his fuckface name is.”

“Jared.”

“Oh you’re about to call him fuckface too.”

“What happened?”

“Well...he had a bad feeling about this whole thing. He and De went up there to talk to them. Things aren’t...your dad’s in the hospital.”

“What?” you said quietly. He stood up and gave you a smile, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay. He got a little cut when he got...pushed,” he said. 

“Jared,” said TJ, stepping outside with a curious look. “What’s up dude?”

“Normally being the Uncle is the fun stuff,” he said. TJ frowned when you both saw a cop car pull into your driveway, Cody getting out. “Codes.”

“Dad, I got this,” he said as he hopped up on the porch. You smiled and looked back at TJ. “Oh shut up. I got adopted like six months ago. I might as well.”

“What exactly is happening?” asked TJ.

“Dad,” said Cody again. Jared sat back in the seat, Cody sighing. “TJ...dude I’m sorry. You’re like my brother.”

“Did my...did something happen to my parents,” he said quietly, Cody’s head shaking. “Oh.”

“Rick’s been stealing money from you. There’s no bookie to pay off. Jensen and De went up today to talk to him and they found out the truth and your dad’s got in a fist fight and you guys ought to head up North. It’s not my jurisdiction so I’m not much help.”

“My father did what?” said TJ. Cody glanced at you and you looked down. “That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” he said. “TJ the police from your hometown looked into it. He took the money. He’s claiming it was a gift from the two of you but we all know that’s not true.”

“No, he’s been making progress. We’ve been making progress. We’ve been getting along really well,” said TJ.

“Did that start when you started giving him money?” asked Cody.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying what I know as a cop. Did your relationship start changing when money started exchanging hands?”

“Why does he hate me,” said TJ. You grabbed his hand and he shut his eyes. “He must hate me. That’s the only reason I can see why he would do something like that.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” you said.

“He hates you and Jensen. He thinks De is eye candy to stare at. I don’t know how on earth he can pretend to like me,” he said.

“TJ,” said Jared.

“You gonna tell me he loves me or some shit? It’s not good enough,” said TJ.

“I was gonna say you can cut him out of your life if you want to and you’re still gonna have a dad you know. I don’t understand him. I do think he loves you but there’s some resentment towards everyone else you call family. I don’t know why but it’s your choice what you want to do. I’m gonna go inside and finish cooking dinner and we’ll watch all of them tonight. Y/N-”

“I got him,” you said with a nod. 

Ten minutes later you were on the road and driving, TJ staring out the passenger window. 

“Honey-”

“Don’t,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. You reached over and grabbed his hand, TJ squeezing it. “We’re going to my parents house after and we’re packing up as much crap as we can to bring back. I’m never speaking to him again after tonight.”

“TJ.”

“All the late hours I put in doing side jobs. All the jobs you’ve been doing for set design on the weekends. For months and months we’ve been doing it. Straight into his fucking pocket. We could have paid off the house with that money. Paid off bills. That’s our money. It’s our kids money. It’s not some sack of shit’s to go buy whatever he wants with. I could fucking kill him.”

“We’ll get it back,” you said.

“It’s not about the money.”

“I know, babe,” you said. 

“Why is he like that?”

“It’s not an excuse but I think he was raised very poorly and he doesn’t...he knows it’s wrong but I think he thinks we have so much it’s okay if he takes from us.”

“He took two hundred and fifty thousand dollars from us. A year of side jobs for the both of us on top of everything else. We sleep four hours a night. We weren’t handed that. We worked for it. We worked our asses off. All that pressure and all the pressure we thought somebody would hurt him if we were late with money? I can’t believe I ever gave a shit about him. I should have trusted you. You’ve never liked him. No one in your family did. Even Arrow and that kid loves everybody. I should have trusted you guys.”

“TJ they didn’t like him because of the way he treated you, not me. I knew he was a dick when I met him but he belittles you, so, so much. We hate that he does that to you.”

“I don’t know how my mom is married to someone like him.”

“Don’t cut her out,” you said. “She raised you. You’re all her. Anyone who meets you can see that.”

“He’s going to lie when I see him again. I don’t know what to do,” he said. 

“Why?” you asked.

“Because.” You pulled over and he sat back in his seat. He turned his head and you saw all the tears streaming down his face.

“Honey,” you said. You leaned over and hugged him, TJ gripping you back.

“He’d kick my ass for crying right now.”

“Who was it that sat up with my dad after the accident and let him cry all over him? My dad who hates to cry and he’s not afraid to cry in front of you.”

“He’s strong. I’m not.”

“You’re my best friend. The girl who thought she was so fucked up and would be alone. God, Thomas. You gave me something even my parents and family couldn’t. You know how I never thought in a million years I could have this kind of love and you were never scared. The insecurities. The nightmares. The days where I’m quiet and my head gets to me. You just grab my hand and you make it better. You’re stronger than most everyone on this planet. I love and I’ve loved you since I met you and I’ll do anything for you, you know that. We’re partners. If you want to give your dad another chance you can and I won’t question it for a second.”

“I don’t want to talk to him again,” he said, sitting up somewhat. “But how do I say that when you didn’t get a choice? You didn’t get a choice with your parents. They were just gone and you had no say. How can I just walk away like that?”

“My parents didn’t treat me like the way your father does. Neither of my moms or dads ever have. You can walk away from someone that does, TJ. I don’t want you near someone like that. Jared was right too you know. You’re not gonna lose a dad tonight. You’ve always had one and he’s gonna be there for you always.”

“He hurt Jensen, didn’t he?” he sniffled.

“I’m sure he's fine. He’s very...defensive of his children is all.”

“Jensen gave me a letter,” he said. “Addressed to me. That’s when I really knew he loved me.”

“He loved you before that.”

“I know he did. I don’t know why I wanted my dad when I’ve had Jensen the whole time.”

“I’ve been there. Trust me,” you said. He let out a small laugh and you hugged him, TJ taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry Rick hurt you.”

“He hurt both of us.”

“Yeah but I care more about the fact he hurt you. I may deck him when I see him,” you said.

“That’d be kinda awesome,” he said. “But please don’t.”

“Hugs instead?” you said.

“I’ll take hugs,” he said. His stomach grumbled and you kiss his temple. 

“I’m gonna hit the drive thru and then we’ll get on the road again, okay honey?”

“Okay,” he said. You kissed him one last time before you got out of the car and dug around in the trunk. You took out your oversized hoodie and brought it up to the front, handing it to him. “What’s this?”

“You can steal it if you want. Your hoodie’s kinda make me feel better on crappy days,” you said.

“Thanks,” he said. “I really love you.”

“Me too. It’s gonna be okay.”

One Hour Later

“Let’s go to the hospital first,” said TJ as you hit the edge of town. 

“Jared said my dad was fine.”

“Y/N. Let’s go to the hospital,” he said. You nodded and about ten minutes later you were parked and getting a room number. He held your hand on the elevator ride up, kissing the top of your head. “You alright?”

“I’d prefer if he could stay out of the hospital.”

“Me too,” he said, the doors opening. You walked a little too quickly until you found the room, your mom and dad talking as you walked in.

“What are you two doing here?” he asked.

“Jared and Cody came by and we learned some stuff,” you said. “Why are you in the hospital? You look...normal.”

“Your father hit his head.”

“I’m fine.”

“After the accident last year-”

“It was nearly a year ago.”

“After the accident they wanted to be safe and monitor overnight just in case. He got a cut on his arm from some metal but that’s all,” said your mom. 

“I’m fine,” said your dad. He got up out of bed and spun around. “See? No concussion. An itty bitty scratch is all you worry worts.”

“Was there a fight?” you asked. He sat down and sighed. “You don’t look like it.”

“No,” he said. He looked at TJ and pursed his lips. “TJ would you mind grabbing me a drink from the vending machine?”

“Whatever you want to say, you’re gonna say it in front of me,” he said. 

“Mom and I went up to your parents place and it started out okay. But your mom didn’t quite understand what was going on. She thought Rick had been doing well betting horses at a track and that’s where the sudden money came from. Things...devolved from there and Rick got defensive and I was angry so we started arguing and he shoved me and your mom and De shut it down and the cops came and I’m sorry but he took the money for himself. Last we heard from your mom a little while ago she’s giving all the money back to you guys.”

“You pressing charges?” asked TJ.

“It was a shove. He didn’t take my money. You two are the ones that have a right to charge him,” he said.

“Do you know where my mom is?” asked TJ.

“She’s at your house along with your dad,” he said.

“Y/N why don’t you hang here with your parents,” said TJ. You shook your head and he frowned. “You’re worried about your dad. Stay.”

“He’s okay and I’m coming with you,” you said.

“Me too,” said your mom. 

“De-”

“TJ. You’re not gonna win this one,” she said. “Jensen’s okay on his own for a bit and he’d come if he could. You’re not gonna go talk to your dad alone.”

“Fine. Let’s go,” he said, already leaving the room. Your mom grabbed her purse and you ran your hands over your face.

“Go take care of him,” said your dad quietly.

“Dad.” You walked in front of him and he wrapped his arms around you. “He’s gonna be fucked up.”

“I know. We’ll take care of him,” he said. He kissed your temple and pushed you towards the door gently. “Go take care of your husband.”

“We’ll be back.”

“Guys I think maybe I should go in first,” said your mom a short while later, the three of you parked in his parent’s driveway. 

“No,” said TJ.

“Thomas.”

“Danneel,” he said. He turned in the passenger seat and she sighed. “I’m a big boy. I can go in first.”

“Don’t be violent.”

“I won’t,” he said quietly. She kissed his cheek and nodded. 

“Okay sweetie. Let’s get this over with,” she said. You got out and took his hand, TJ not as tense as you were expecting.

“His car isn’t here,” he said quietly on the way up the porch steps. He rang the doorbell and the door flew open, his mom standing there. “Hi mom.”

“I kicked him out for the night,” she said, letting the door open for the three of you. “I’m so sorry. Danneel is Jensen-”

“He’s pissed but fine,” said your mom, following you inside. TJ walked around for a moment, stopping at a picture on the wall.

“Mom. Why does dad hate me?” he asked. He looked over his shoulder and she frowned. “He manipulated me and Y/N. He’s horrible to her family. I get that he went through something as a kid but he’s a grown man.”

“Your father loves you. He doesn’t always know the best way to show it,” she said.

“He hurt me and you’re gonna side with him. Again,” he said.

“He made a mistake.”

“Hell of a mistake,” you mumbled.

“Do you think he wants to be the way he is?” she asked.

“I could have gotten past everything before but this? He doesn’t get to worm his way out of it. I’m done with him.”

“Then you’re gonna be done with me too,” she said. TJ turned around and she lifted her chin. “He doesn’t deserve to thrown out of your life over a mistake.”

“I seem to recall you not saying a word when he almost hit your grandaughter with a belt,” said TJ. “Why do you make excuses for him?”

“Why do you hate him?” she asked. TJ threw up his hands and shook his head. “Always since you were a little boy you’ve hated him.”

“He didn’t want me, not the other way around. I know he worked a lot but all I wanted when he came home at night was a hug or a bedtime story. I wasn’t asking for much,” said TJ. “He resented me.”

“He put in all those long hours for you, to provide for you.”

“I’ve been working since I was fourteen. I paid for my own things from the second I was able to. I paid for school all on my own. My apartment. My car. I paid for my wedding and honeymoon. He paid for food and roof over my head which is the bare minimum he could have done. Don’t tell me he provided for me. He fucking hated me.”

“Because you’re not his,” she said. You and your mom looked at one another, TJ blinking where he stood. “Rick isn’t your father.”

“Excuse me?”

“I cheated on your father because he can be an asshole and I needed an escape. He found out when I was pregnant.”

“Excuse me?” asked TJ again.

“He never wanted children because he thought he’d be a bad father. I guess he was right in your mind,” she said. 

“If you’re gonna tell the story, you might as well tell the whole thing,” said Rick. He stepped out from down the hall, TJ’s mom sighing. 

“So you are here,” said TJ.

“Car’s in the shop,” he said. 

“You hate me?” 

“I love you. It doesn’t mean I’m a good person though,” he said.

“You stole from us.”

“Yes I did.”

“Why?”

“This house is the size of your living room. You have so much.”

“If you wanted money just fucking ask,” said TJ.

“Like I said, just cause I love you doesn’t mean I’m a good person.”

“You’re not even my father apparently.”

“I’m your father,” he said. “Didn’t make ya but I’m your father.”

“What’s the story?” asked your mom. They all looked to her and she looked at TJ’s mom. “What don’t we know.”

“You ever wonder how someone like me wound up with someone like your mother? We’re polar opposites most days,” said Rick. TJ narrowed his eyes and looked between them.

“Don’t tell him,” said his mom.

“Alright,” said Rick. “I must have been mistaken.”

“TJ, can I talk to you,” you said, pulling him into the kitchen. “TJ do you remember in family studies when we had that project to track our family trees and you found your parents marriage certificate and the year was wrong?”

“Y/N what’s that got to do with anything.”

“What if the year wasn’t wrong.”

“It can’t be. They would have gotten married after I was born then.”

“TJ I’m not saying your dad is great but he just lied for your mom. He loves her. Something happened before you were born or after. I have this feeling that she didn’t cheat on him.”

“What are you saying?”

“Maybe I’m wrong but maybe your mom was in a bad situation and Rick stepped in to help because of her.”

“Rick,” said TJ, very quickly exiting back to the family room. “When did you meet my mom. If you ever want to speak to me again, if you want me to speak to her again, you’ll tell me the truth.”

Rick glanced to TJ’s mom, TJ smirking.

“You do care about her.”

“Of course I fucking care about her. I care about you too.”

“That’s great. I feel very cared for,” said TJ. Rick pursed his lips and his mom nodded. “Truth or I walk out that door and never come back.”

“I was married,” said TJ’s mom. “He was charming until he wasn’t. I got pregnant with you and you were born and he would get so angry at you for being a simple baby and crying and...I was so scared of him hurting you that I left. I had nothing and I stayed with a friend for a few days. I met Rick through them and he offered us a safe place to stay with him. It was only supposed to be short term but things developed. He is not perfect but he’s not the monster you think he is. We are safe and the reason you have all you do well and truly is because of him.”

“Do you have anything to say?” asked TJ quietly.

“I loved your mother before I loved you, that’s true. But I learned and I’ve done my best. You were far better off without me in your life. Look at what you have. You’d be angry and bitter if I had more of a hand in raising you. So you can hate me but you do not hurt your mother like that. You do not walk away from her after everything she has done for you. Understand me?”

“I need space from you,” said TJ, Rick nodding. “I also need something else.”

“What?”

“I still don’t understand why you took the money if you weren’t going to spend it.”

“Was gonna impress you, turn a profit on it, give it back with interest. Be like her father, give you some money for once.”

“Jensen doesn’t impress me because of money. Yes, their family doesn’t have to think twice about the cost of most anything. But Jensen, De, they don’t impress me for any reason other than how kind they’ve been to me. They treat me like their son, like I’m their own. They don’t pretend to. They don’t tolerate me for Y/N. They genuinely care about me, all because I fell in love with their daughter, a girl that’s not even theirs and they love her to death. The house is nice. The wedding was nice and so are the vacations. But I could live in a cardboard box and be happy if all I ever got was their kindness. They never made me work for it. They just gave it to me. You could have just given it to me and I would have been a happier kid. But you didn’t and now you have to work for it on my terms. So I want our money back and I want some space from you. If and when I’m ready to talk to you again, I’ll reach out. Alright?”

“Okay,” he said. TJ crossed his arms and nodded before he went outside. His mom followed after and you gave Rick a look. He pulled out his phone and tapped on it for a few moments before shoving it in his pocket. “It says it’s pending for that big of a transfer. It should be back in your account in a few days.”

“Oh I’ll make sure of that,” you said, walking over to him. “Rick. Maybe try some therapy if you really want to salvage this relationship.”

“You think I can afford that?” he said.

“We’ll pay,” said your mom. “Jensen and I will.”

“Why?”

“Cause he’s a fucking awesome kid and he deserves a relationship with you, even if we don’t like you,” she said.

“What about you? You hate me too kid?” he asked you.

“I can learn to tolerate and respect you. But you hurt him and I’ll protect him from anyone that does that, including you. But it’s not my forgiveness you need. It’s his so maybe try the therapy and let him come back if he’s ever ready for that, okay?”

“Alright.” You turned to go when he caught your shoulder. “Can I ask where the money came from? Jensen made it sound like you were behind on bills.”

“It made things tight for us. TJ and I have both been working side jobs nights and weekends to scrounge up extra money. We weren’t handed any of that money we gave you. We even took from ourselves and our children. Just because we live in a nice house doesn’t mean we don’t work for it,” you said. “Oh and one more thing. Touch my father again or call my mom slutty behind her back one more time, you’ll find out which one of us isn’t the good person in this relationship.”

“He what…” said your mom as you walked out, pulling her along behind you. “Dickhead!”

“Come on mom,” you said, pushing her back to the car. TJ gave his mom a nod and hug before he climbed back into the backseat.

“Slut my ass,” your mom mumbled under breath as she started the car back up. 

“Mom, let it go,” you said, shutting your eyes and slumping down in your seat.

“Put on your seatbelt,” she said. You reached up and put it on, turning back to catch TJ with his head leaned back. “You okay back there?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“That’s probably the right answer,” you said. 

“Let’s get back to dad. I’m sure he’s climbing the walls to get out of there by now.”

Two Days Later

“Howdy,” said your dad, taking a seat in the patio chair beside you as you watched TJ swim in your pool with Allie. “Where’s the babe?”

“Naptime,” you said, TJ tossing Allie up in the air and hugging her tight when he caught her again. 

“How’s he holding up?” he asked, reaching over and taking a chip out of the bag in front of you.

“Better than expected. He’ll give Rick another chance someday.”

“He said that?”

“No. I know Thomas though. He’s too good to hold onto that crap. It might not be for six months or a year but it’ll happen eventually.”

“Well I think he’s a dick,” said your dad. “But if TJ wants to give him a chance, we’ll give him a chance.”

“Thanks for being his dad too,” you said.

“I love the kid,” he said, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “So what are you two gonna do with all that money?”

“Pay off the last of the lawyer fees, pay off a big chunk of what’s left on the mortgage. When that set design comes in then we won’t owe too much more on the house,” you said. “Speaking of which, I gotta go to work on it.”

“Y/N? Use some of that money and take a nice vacation with the kids. Or even just a long weekend away for you and TJ.”

“We really ought to use it for stuff like the house,” you said. 

“Have you and TJ ever taken a vacation just the two of you?”

“Of course. We went on our honeymoon.”

“That doesn’t count. The answer’s no, isn’t it.”

“Dad, I don’t need-”

“Maybe you don’t but somebody in that pool needs to have some fun. Plan a little trip away next month,” he said.

“He’s always wanted to go to Mardi Gras,” you said with a smile.

“You guys would have a blast and I got some pull down there and all. Come on. Let me spoil my grandkids for a weekend.”

“Alright, alright. You’ve convinced me,” you said.

“You mind if the twins have dinner with you guys?”

“We’re actually going to the Pads for dinner. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind more though. You got a hot date?”

“Getting a private college tour with mom and JJ,” he said. “Ya’ll can stop growing up anytime you want you know.”

“She wants to live at home you know.”

“Really?”

“Contrary to her teenage angst as of late, she does love us. Just you know, drop the curfew like you did with me.”

“And we get texts when you stay out.”

“That’s what you thought,” you mumbled. He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “I let you know when I wouldn’t be home that night. You didn’t need to know my exact whereabouts.”

“When’s the first time you stayed over TJ’s?”

“Fall of Freshman year in his dorm,” you said.

“Never mind. I don’t need to know,” he said.

“Yup. Let her have fun when she gets there, she’s smart,” you said. “Plus you know she’ll call me if shit happens. Also she has a year and a half of high school left. Relax.”

“At least I know Tom will keep an eye on her too.”

“Already planning the wedding?” you smirked.

“Shut up,” he said, ruffling your hair. “Make sure he gets this.”

He dug into his back pocket and took out an envelope, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “Dad?”

“Mhm,” he said as he stood. 

“Can you invite him on your fishing trip this weekend with grandpa?”

“Already did,” he said, nodding down at the envelope. “I’ll talk to you soon, tall munchkin.”

“Later dad,” you said, TJ giving him a wave as he headed out. You left the letter on the patio table and went over to the pool, slipping into the shallow end.

“Everything good?” he asked.

“Yeah. My dad left you a letter,” you said, Allie swimming off on her own, doing circles around TJ. He nodded and got out of the pool, drying off some before he went to the table and sat down. “Time for a snack.”

You scooped her up and swung her around in the water, throwing her up your hip. You walked out with her, setting her down to dry her off some. 

“Is daddy okay?” she asked. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Why don’t you change back into some clothes and we’ll get Colin and snack time going.”

She rushed over to TJ and smiled up at him, TJ tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Daddy snack time!” she said.

“I’ll be inside in just a minute, sweetie,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her head, pushing her back towards you. You patted her inside, TJ rubbing his thumb over his lip as he read.

“Take your time, babe,” you said. You kissed his cheek and he nodded. “I’ll leave some tissues just inside the door in case.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be there.”

“Take all the time you need. I got these two,” you said. He nodded and smiled. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read the First Summer Timestamp here!

[fanfiction-funtime]

Genshin OC: Louis

Based on Interactions with @genshin-obsessed

And Pocket, in the original it was Signora who traumatized him sexually(I'm sorry if it offends you but I feel uncomfortable saying the r word), but I don't think she's that evil so in this fic it will be slightly different, but still as messed up.

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Louis is an inventor from Fontaine, perhaps the brightest in all Teyvat. After unknown circumstances he was forced to flee Fontaine to Liyue, where unfortunate circumstances lead to him to meet Kazuha. Kazuha rescued him in his moment ot need, and inside of taking the life debt Louis offered the samurai merely took his friendship. Now he works as the fleets greatest engineer, repairing and upgrading the ships of the fleet with never before seen technology.

But one has to wonder, what ever caused him to leave Fontaine? And under what city did he meet Kazuha?

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Physical description: a fifty year old man in the following outfit

In this hat

Both his arms are burnt all the way to his shoulder, so he hides them with finned gloves

(Also: I consider Kazuha to be an adult, so if you know about the shipping plan with the Interaction thing with Pocket it's not weird)

He has teal eyes, long silver hair, and a twirling pencil thin mustache.

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The rise

Louis created his first groundbreaking invention at the mere age of six: a torch that ran on gas!

When he presented his invention it was met with grand....disdain.

People called it a scam, that what he said was impossible. He was laughed and ridiculed, to the point he disappeared from the public eye for many years.

Until fifteen years later.

At nineteen he skyrocketed into the market of invention, using something noone could dispute nor deny the grandeur of: he created a gun!

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To forge an empire

It was not easy to make it in the invention markets of Fontaine, even with patents one could not stop competitors from making their own form of their products.

So Louis had to be the best damn inventor of all of them! It was why he got his vision, his ambition, his soul demanded it!

And so he did. He hit every corner of the market with high quality inventions every week, from gas ovens to full plate armor, from fans that spun themselves to moving walls! It was once said in Fontaine that if someone wanted the very mountains to move at the push if a button, all they needed to do was pay Louis to make it.

Hundreds took their children to him to for apprenticeship, master craftsmen begged to work for the genius half their sons' age and twice their own skill. It wasn't long before his inventions were being sold by merchants all across Teyvat.

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A defiled heart of glass

As happy and successful as Louis was, there was something he longed for, something no amount of ambition, success, nor money could ever get him: someone who truly cared for him.

He had believed this to be true for years, until one evening ball,

He met a woman.

She approached him as he sat surrounded, yet completley alone. She walked up to him and said, "you look lonely, would you like to go somewhere else?"

She said it without any ulterior motive, no sucking up, just a genuine want to hang out with HIM. No as Louis the inventor, but as Louis the man who enjoyed inventing.

They walked away from the party, saying to abyss with any who found it rude! And went around the town as two friends, absolutely enamored by eachother's hopes and dreams.

They were friends for five years when Louis finally confessed his love for her, how she would listen to him, and care about him, something he gave to her in equal share.

But a mere year into their relationships he found out his lover's secret: she was Fatui.

One night he found her coming home through the window, in her complete uniform no less. She was afraid, afraid he would leave her for what she was. But instead, all Louis did was wipe her tears and day, "how can I help?"

Do began his secret dealings with the Fatui. He used his bright mind to create countless machines of war for them to use, guns that did not need loading, gas powered suits of armor that gave strength well beyond that of a human, anything thr Tsarista wanted she would get. Because whatever the Tsarista wanted, his love wanted.

His darling love, Signora.

Or so he believed.

Ten years into the deal he was discovered by the Fontaine government and quickly proclaimed a terrorist. He had to flee Fontaine, so he went to where Signora was at the time, Liyue.

When he met her in Liyue he fully intended to propose to her, but when he got on one knee to do so, all he recieved was a sharp freeze through his chest.

And his glass heart shattered, on the stone cold ruins of an empire.

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Meeting the samurai(tw: this is where the bulk of the messed up happens)

A quick death, however, was not to be his end.

Signora hated him, despised him, for the time she "wasted on this useless, lovesick freak" as she put it.

So she let her mages do to him as they pleased, and left.

And they took full advantage.

They tortured him, violated him, broke him in every way they pleased.

They even convinced him that it was his fault, that he should enjoy what their doing, that he should thank them.

Then left him for dead.

For days he sat slumped on a stone pillar, riddled with holes, barely holding on to life.

'But why?' He had wondered. For he had believed their lies, that he deserved this fate, 'this is a fitting end.' He believed, a fallen emperor, dying on the long dead corpse of an equally grand empire to his own.

'So why?' he wondered, 'why do I keep fighting?'

Then one day a wandering samurai found him and took him in. Louis begged the man to let him die, "I deserve this. She said so...I deserve this....why else would she have done it?"

But the samurai did not falter, he carried the man to the nearest settlement to be healed.

When asked why, the samurai responded, "if you weren't so hurt, I would throw you on the wall and shout you down! WHAT IN THE ABYSS MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GIVE UP!? BECAUSE SOMEONE SAID SO? BECAUSE SOMEONE GOT UPSET WITH YOU? SO WHAT!?" The samurai grabbed Louis' vision and held it to his face, "YOU HAVE A VISION, A GIFT FROM THE GODS, GIVEN BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DREAM! THERE IS SOMETHING YOU WANT ISN'T THERE? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WANT THIS? WHO WOULD BEG TO HAVE THE ABILITY TO FULFILL THEIR DREAMS?!" the samurai began crying, "do you know how many have had that stripped away? All because someone said they should? Well they still fought. They all fought. And so many died." He placed Louis' vision back on its holder, "so don't you dare give up, and don't you dare die just because someone said you should!"

It wasn't the help Louis needed to fix himself, but it was enough. Enough to help him go on.

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Vision: shards of a broken dream

Despite what he told the public, Louis did not spend those fifteen missing years because he was discouraged, but because he was betrayed.

Louis was approached by a well known inventor, who said he would help Louis' invention get the recognition it deserved!

Louis should have listened more carefully, because the man never said anything about helping HIM get the recognition he deserved.

The man stole his patent for the gas lamp and rebranded it as his own invention, and threw Louis to the curb.

Were Louis any other person he would have curled up in the warmest alleyway he could find and die, but Louis was not any other person.

Instead he began to create, he spent years and years trying to perfect gas power, then the gods saw his ambition and granted him a vision, a vision of flame.

The vision ignited at an inopportune moment however, and caused a massive explosion that nearly killed the then twelve year old boy.

Inopportune to anyone else, that is.

For in the flames of pain he saw the truth, the overwhelming power that is explosive force.

Then with his still burning hot hands he got to work, forged casing after casing to try and capture the gas that had shown him the light. He spent weeks forging a small metal pellet that could not only survive the blast, but also remain strong enough to pierce through nearly any armor. Then he created the keystone of his work, his masterpiece, the first gun.

And he used the first bullet to take revenge.

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Abilities:

Main- power of gas: throws a glass container with flammable gas, applying a swirl like effect to a large area that effects all enemies.

After using it, the player can use the ability again to strike a piece of flint that will create a giant explosion that only effects enemies.

Ultimate- culmination of ambition: Louis creates a large explosion blasting enemies away, the camera then zooms in on him holding up two pistols. After the animation ends Louis replaces his Catalyst with dual guns that deal 5X damage and attack twice as fast for ten seconds

Weapon type: Catalyst

Vision: pyro

Passive: glass heart- party members gain 5% extra friendship experience when Louis is in the party.

Special dish: ice cold jelly- a simple spin on the classic mint jelly, Louis adds a special cooling agent to it that increases the cold of the mint exponentially.

(Tagging: @storytravelled, @golden-wingseos, @genshin-obsessed)

[voorbeees]

[ hi im back with a part 2 bc im a sappy bitch. you can read part one here ]

Jesse makes his way into the kitchen. Early mornings are a thing he's had to get used to and there doesn't seem to be enough coffee in the world to keep him awake. Sure he's typically awake for work, but he schedules appointments around the time he spends recouping from his nightly hobby. After all a business doesn't run itself. He thinks this, accompanied with a move to LA shortly after taking the girl in could play a large part in it.

Shortly after they'd arrived at the new home, Tilly had been thrilled to learn she had her own room and own things. Apparently that was another thing her mother had failed to provide. He wants to ask her what her life was like before, but each time he thinks to broach the subject something makes him shy away from it. Maybe it's for the best. Besides, considering what it was, Jesse's sure he'll feel fire settle in his veins. Not long after that he'd had her enrolled in a small private school. It was never too early to start an education. He's also taken it upon himself to start teaching her ASL. The decision was only made final when she had looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes and said the simple phrase "I wish we could talk better."

And that had been another thing, not once had she acted like he was a stranger. It was actually the opposite. She acted like she'd known him her whole life. Maybe that was good, it made breaking the ice less difficult, at least in his mind.

Now Jesse adjusts his black suit coat, making sure he looks dressed to a T, even if he is just going downstairs. He's always been one to preen, current circumstances haven't changed that at all. Black Oxfords echo off the marble floor and he's instantaneous met with the beaming face of Tilly.

"Jesse! Jesse!" She rushes from her seat at the dining room table and bounces around his legs. Her tiny red curls dance about her shoulders in the process. She wastes no time in asking for her favorite thing, which is only made obvious a split second later when she holds her arms up, waiting to be picked up.

He picks her up with ease, acting like she weighs nothing (and to him she probably does). Her tiny arms wrap around his neck. She's made it clear she enjoys being at his height. Tilly pulls out of the hug a second later and starts flapping a tiny arm in the air. "I've been practicing with my writing!" She beams, little face begging for approval. He'd be cruel to deny her that so Jesse nods and walks the both of them back over to the table. Tilly wiggles herself out of his grasp just enough so she can grab the paper and shove it in his face.

It takes his eye a moment to focus and he has to hold the paper back a bit but sure enough, there in a child's scrappy handwriting is her name repeated at least ten times. Her statement is met with a slow nod of approval.

"Oh!" She finally makes the effort to remove herself from his arms and settle back into her chair. "Maybe I can try writing your name next?" It's a question but he knows what she's implying and its not a moment later that he pulls his phone out. He spends a moment typing on it and then turns it around to face her.

J-E-S-S-E

An amused look settles on his scarred face as he sees her focusing all her attention to write his name. Her tongue pokes out of the left side of her mouth as she finishes the last letter and holds it up, rather proud of herself.

It's messy but it's a cute gesture, so he takes it from her and pins it to the fridge with a magnet. That earns him a squeal of delight. The excitement is short lived as she goes back to her task. Jesse takes the opportunity to finally pour himself a cup of coffee.

' YOU'RE SPENDING THE DAY WITH SPANN. ' He hasn't actually left her alone yet. At least not that she knows. He's made sure to always leave when she's asleep, a caretaker there if something was to arise in his absence. The last thing he wants is for Tilly to think he's abandoning her.

"Why?" She asks as she looks up at him and then goes back to her work.

' I HAVE...BUSINESS. ' If you can consider visiting a plastic surgeon business. It's something he's wanted to do since he first saw what was once his "face". But Spann and the doctors had highly discouraged any reconstruction until the scars were fully healed. All in all it had added up to almost a year's time and it had been nothing but pure hell. Not that he cared what people thought when they saw him, more so he cared what he saw when he looked at himself in the mirror. It wasn't good. Hell, for the first several months he'd busted every mirror within five feet of him, going so far as to have them removed from places of his organization that had them. It'd been a touchy subject and not many could breach it.

Jesse remembers when Tilly saw his face for the first time. It had been the next day and it was on accident. He wasn't planning on showing the mangled part of himself until she seemed comfortable around him. But she had walked in on him in his home office. He'd been sitting at his desk, mask safety packed away in the chrome case. She was supposed to be sleeping and much to his horror when he had looked up, she wasn't. Instead she was standing in the doorway with wide eyes. He'd frozen like a deer in headlights. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Was she scared of him? Fuck, he'd be scared of himself. It's not like he even looked human anymore. He sat there for what felt like an eternity, unmoving until she walked forward. "You got hurt bad, huh?" She hadn't looked at him in disgust, but rather understanding. It was like it was the most common thing to ever happen. Tilly had come up and stood in front of him. "I got hurt one time too." She pulled her hair back to show a small indention on her forehead. "I hit my head and it left a really big spot." Something about that small stupid child gesture had made him laugh. It had demolished the wall he had built, afraid of traumatizing her.

Tilly lays her pencil down and looks up at Jesse now. To only be six she's intuitive. She can tell by the way he grips the handle of the mug and shifts his weight slightly that something is off. Usually its "I have work." Not "business." It's an odd choice of words. So she does what kids do best, she bombards him with fucking questions. "What kind?"

' BUSINESS. '

There's that word again. No matter how hard she tries, she just can't fucking pick out the problem. "Can I come?" Jesse shakes his head 'no.' A tiny frown creases her brow. "Do you have to go to the doctor?" Suddenly she gasps, standing up in her chair. "Are you sick!?"

Jesse's signing and shaking his head 'no' before he can stop himself. It's not hard to tell she's working herself up. Fuck, the last thing he wants right now or at all is her to he upset.

"Are-are you going for your face?" Tilly sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. Of course he fucking is, why else would he go to a god damned doctor. He obviously can't say it like that so he nods. "Bu-but there's nothing wrong with it!" Now she's just being polite, Jesse's sure of it. But the logical part of his brain says no, she's upset because she fucking cares about you you god damned fool. "What i-if I don't know who you are after? Because you lo-ook different?!" At that she breaks into full on hysteria. There's a few other words but Jesse can't make them out. It just all sounds garbled to him.

He considers pulling his phone out again but settles for a different approach. Jesse lowers himself on to one knee a few inches from her perch in the chair. He signs "hush" and "okay". Those are the easiest ones she's able to read but she just shakes her head crying even harder. "It's no-ot okay!" There's a hiccup added after she finishes speaking and for a split second Jesse thinks she's going to suffocate on her own tears. He blinks several times, actually taken aback by just how upset she is over this. This is a good thing not a bad one. He's going to look better but she doesn't want that. Of course he understands the whole "changing of features" process but it's still him. It's not like he's cutting off one of his fucking hands.

" It will be okay. " His hand hovers over her back like it's debating if it should offer comfort or not. Instead the decision is made for him as Tilly wipes at her eyes and sniffles.

"You don't know that!" There's a long pause and for a second Jesse thinks she's going to start bawling again, but she doesn't. Instead she looks up at him and the intensity in that stare almost has him drawing back. There's something in it. Love? Impossible. People don't love him, they tolerate him. Or rather he pays them to tolerate him. Tilly blinks once, then twice and yes, he sees it now. It's a mixture of love and adoration. Something almost foreign to him. "What if something happens?" Her tiny lip quivers. "Who will I have then?"

Fuckfuckfuckfuck. His mind draws a blank. There's no way for him to completely assure something won't happen. Granted people don't usually die from plastic surgeon, though he guesses it's possible. ' IT WON'T. I WILL STILL BE HERE. ' The phone's electronic voice drones out into the air. That's not what he wants to say. Jesse wants to say this huge fucking essay of why she doesn't need to worry but sometimes the simplest answers are the best.

"Promise?"

' YES. '

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Blinding light sears his brown eye as it flutters open. Are lights always this bright? He doesn't think so. If they are then he's definitely paying someone to dim all the ones in his house. Because Jesus fuck that's a horrible thing to wake up to. Jesse blinks a few times then lets out a sigh. He can't feel his face (which, God willing, with strong as fuck drugs he won't have to until it heals).

It's only after he's been awake for an hour or two that he turns to the door at his right and sees Spann standing there, Tilly's small wide eyed form in front of her. He offers a shakey wave as a greeting. Tilly looks up at Spann, who nods and urges her in then steps back out to answer a call. Jesse thinks she looks even more comical like this. She's acting like he's a porcelain doll that could break at the lightest touch.

Tilly rests her tiny arms on his bedside. "Do you feel better?" Jesse gives her a so-so response with his hand. She takes this as privilege to climb her way up into the bed beside him, her tiny form looking even smaller near him. "Well," her forehead wrinkles, "you don't look different."

Now he is laughing. His shoulders shaking as an indicator. She looks at him before deciding to curl up next to him, her tiny head on his shoulder. "I still love you anyway. Even if you look like a mummy."

Jesse signs. " I love you too, squirt. "

[takaraphoenix]

Buffy Season 11: Review

This one was... a lot. I struggle calling it “good”, but more so because generally the media I engage with that I call good gives me happy feelings. This was very low on the happy feelings, but it was intriguing and interesting and... well, a lot.

It was, admittedly, a next logical step. The world knows the supernatural exist. Human-eating monsters exist. Demons are now in the open and work day jobs. Obviously would the internment camps and magic prosecution follow. Humans can’t even handle other humans with differently colored skin, if there’s a five-horned green-skinned demon working at their coffeeshop...?

The story inside the internment camp was intense. But also enjoyable, in that it was a different kind of story for this universe. And seeing Buffy, Willow and Spike going through these struggles, dealing with this directly, first-person was interesting.

I wish they had... leaned more into Willow’s Jewish heritage though, because quite frankly, the fact that the Jewish Wiccan woman ended up in an internment camp in the US for her religion was something that... should have had some actual screen time of thoughts and be brought up more. Sure, she occasionally yelled at the authorities about this being religious persecution but only in the very last issue did someone even put into words that Willow was Jewish and thus familiar with the concept of religious persecution. I really would have liked to see more into Willow’s thoughts - and not just her thoughts about the girl she kind of liked. Or see this angle be more vocal on the outside.

Which, in general, I would have liked to see more of. The story was incredibly centered around the trio of Buffy, Spike and Willow - and that might be my personal favorite combination of Buffyverse characters so this is in no means a complaint about that - but this was such a large scale thing, I would have liked to see the actual scale of it.

One issue, just one additional issue that focuses on giving us other in-universe characters’ perspective of what is happening and their experiences.

Giles got shipped off to boarding school for his own safety, but show me how he’s handling that, both posing as a child and also hiding his magic and supernatural knowledge.

Faith joins the fight at the very end, but how were things in England? We only see the US and how they’re handling it. But is it as bad in England, or is it perhaps better there? Or maybe even worse?And while we’re with Faith, how’s Angel handeling that, depending on how bad the situation in England is?

What about Andrew? He just fled to Italy in hopes it’s better there. Well, is it? Is he worried about his friends? What were his thoughts when he heard about the camp? About that Buffy, Spike and Willow got put into a camp?

Xander and Dawn were only mentioned once quickly during a phonecall, but show me, show me how they were adjusting to this, to the loss of their friends, the hiding. Show me the altercations that Xander got into. Show me the racism against the supernatural that is still happening on the outside.

Harmony fled the country. Did she go somewhere safer? What are her thoughts on this? Where is she? Is it actually better there? Is Clem with her? He’s visually demonic too, how bad is what he’s facing?

What about Satsu who was working with the government last we saw her, but oh boy do I hope that the Japanese-American Slayer quit when there were internment camps in the US. Or Kennedy and her deepscan? And them both learning about Buffy and Willow being in the camp?

Heck, how are things in Tibet? Are Oz and Bay okay? They’re werewolves and there’s a stigma to that. Are they in danger? Are they okay? Are they... considering the magic-removal, since that itself is not a negative thing for everyone, not for those infected with something against their own free will.

And I’m aware that there’s a whole Angel & Faith series and I think that this is where the Giles comic kicks in, but... I’m not even asking for one issue per character, I want one issue of the Buffy comics that shows the perspective of these other Buffyverse characters, particularly ones like Giles who spins off from this very season or Faith who comes back and joins us in the final battle. 28 pages on these 7 POVs would only be four pages per POV and I think it would have done wonders in showing us what the world is like now.

The story is so incredibly limited ot the US that they even kind of conflated the Americas with each other. Andrew immediately talks about leaving for Italy, they consider deporting Spike back to England. What about Mexico and Canada? That seems like a quicker get away. Are you suggesting they got as bad as the US, just because San Francisco was attacked by a dragon?

I think that all of these aspects would have been incredibly interesting.

I’m also undecided on the ending. On her returning the power to the Slayers. Not only are they just... going free? Like, they volunteered as guards in a fucking internment camp, they should be locked away. No, they get their superpowers back, the ones they used to oppress others, because they went teary eyed and promised to never do it again. That was an incredibly, incredibly bad take in a story that was written to mirror WWII. No, don’t give the Nazi soldiers superpowers after you let them get away with a slap on the wrist. What.

So, that’s the verdict. The story that was given was very interesting and I think it was mostly well-written, but I wish they had broadened the scope of it all and shown us more and goodness gracious change that ending.

(Lastly, a shipper note: Spuffy still going strong. Being domestic even in an internment camp. Giving each other strength. Getting each other through this. Buffy not being willing to abandon Spike. The “I love you”s. These comics are positively killing me.)