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She didn’t know many things here on the ground. But she KNEW Diana Meade. And those moon eyes were fooling no one. Caroline rolled her eyes at the comment, holding back a response about how he would certainly TRY with every other girl. But she spared her best friend the confirmation. ❝ Okay fine. ❞ The blonde shifted her gaze, scanning it along the rest of the camp’s occupants, trying to pick out one or two that WEREN’T total lost cause criminals, and we’re hot enough to be worthy of Diana. ❝ What about Scruffy over there? ❞
She knew she wasn’t fooling Caroline Forbes; her best friend knew her more than she knew HERSELF, and she knew that much when she snuck in one last look at the wannabe leader before looking down to the blankets she was folding. She sighed softly, shaking her head, knowing FULL WELL that Bellamy wouldn’t go for her. “Um, no?” she let out a small laugh, lifting her gaze to look at the direction the blonde was looking at. “If we’re setting up people, then maybe I should be introducing you to MURPHY over there,” she nodded towards Bellamy’s right-hand man.
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he steps back some as though he doesn’t fully trust her, his gaze measuring her closely. “ I’ve got a team. “ he responds. Sure they screw shit up but they always get things back in order eventually. “ No need to worry about it we’ve got it all under control. “
“If you have a TEAM then let me help,” Diana insisted, a small frown on her face. Sure, Quentin was one of the more talented magicians at Brakebills, but something just didn’t FEEL RIGHT about all this. She sighed heavily. “Why are you acting like you’re responsible for all this mess?”
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She stops, setting her pen down in her history book for a moment to turn and give Diana one of her FULL-FLEDGED looks. The kind that make the JV cheer squad cower in terror. ❝ I am LITERALLY giving you the insider scoop on how to get into my brother’s pants and you’re complaining about having to drive a half hour for a milkshake? ❞ This time, she picks up the pen, flicking it at Diana with a roll of her eyes and a small huff of ( mostly feigned ) irritation. This is going to be ridiculous. The two of them? They’ll be disgusting. Insufferable. All in the name of PUPPY-LOVE. ❝ You owe me, by the way. Like ‘get me a date with Stefan Salvatore’ owe me. ❞
“TECHNICALLY,” Diana began, giving her best a roll of her eyes, a small shake of her head then as she cleared her throat. “I didn’t really ask for it--” she hummed, her voice coming out as a small squeak as she shifted. She LOVED milkshakes and the fact that Connor Forbes liked them too must be a SIGN, right? She wasn’t even sure. She let out a small sigh, running her fingers through her hair. “He’s NEVER going to like me like that,” she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a small smirk tugging on the sides of her lips at the mention of Stefan Salvatore. “You’re kidding, right? You know he’s practically HEAD OVER HEELS for you.”
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Caroline sighed, sensing the need to change the HEAVIER matters of their conversation to something lighter. So she rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Diana’s offer. ❝ Bachelorette parties are for women who want to relive their wild days one last time before they settle down and who want to stare at hot men and their abs so they can pretend it’s them when they’re stuck having sex with their boring old husbands for the rest of their lives. ❞ Caroline shrugged, not even pausing A BEAT before she continued. ❝ My husband is super hot, has great abs, is FANTASTIC in bed, and pretty much was my wild days. — I vote we go wine tasting and then crash the Bachelor party. ❞
She wanted Caroline to be HAPPY, and not dread the whole getting married part. After all, it was supposed to be such an exciting time in her life. “Oh come on,” she frowned, crossing her arms in front of her chest. If it was ANYTHING she and Rebekah had agreed on ( at least apart from the fact that Bellamy was ATTRACTIVE ) was that Caroline needed to have a bachelorette party. “Look,” she shrugged her shoulders then. “I get that Nik is,” she stopped, making a face. “APPEALING but, he’s no, I don’t know Matt Sullivan or Damon Salvatore,” she waved a dismissive hand in front of the blonde. “Besides, it’s more for the SINGLE BRIDESMAIDS more than anything. You do want to see Bonnie get a lapdance, don’t you?”
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He smirks, tugging on a shirt before turning back to face her, arms folding over his chest as he leans back against his dresser. NOT INTERESTED. He tries not to laugh outright when she says it. Sure, he might not be the best guy. He’s practically off-limits to her because of GIRL CODE, or whatever the fuck girls are spinning these days. But still, she can’t help but look. And why wouldn’t she? He knows he’s hot. Half the girls at school are trying to drape themselves over him. But he likes the challenge of Diana Meade. And besides, she’s NICE. Innocent, almost. ❝ Bathroom’s all yours, Your Highness. ❞ He even goes as far as to wave his hand invitingly towards the bathroom, giving her the same lopsided smirk the whole time.
It was hard to even LOOK AT HIM; and without his shirt? She was almost done for. She took in a deep breath, biting on her lower lip as she pulled her gaze away from him, clearing her throat as she adjusted her towel in her hands. He was never going to be a POSSIBILITY; not because of anything else, but because he was Caroline’s ex, not that she even still harbored feelings for Tyler or Diana even THOUGHT about it. She rolled her eyes at him, moving towards the bathroom, shooting him a GLARE once she’d collected her composure. “Don’t call me that,” she scowled at him before shutting the door, a heavy sigh leaving her as she’d gotten undressed and stepped in. She turned the shower on, hissing loudly at the COLD WATER. “Damn it, Lockwood!”
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Caroline sighed, glancing away from Diana for a moment as she noted the familiar tensing at the mention of the other man. KLAUS, she’d learned, was pretty much an encyclopedia Britannica of knowledge about the royal families. He knew EVERYTHING. And if there was any one person that had a shot of knowing where Bellamy had run off to, it was probably her boyfriend. So she nodded, figuring that after everything, it was the least she could do for her best friend. ❝ I’ll ask him. On one condition, ❞ Her features softened and she smiled at Diana. ❝ You have to come to dinner with me. You don’t have to come to the apartment just…out. You and me. Girl date. Like old times. ❞
There was NO USE chastising her best friend for this, she knew that much, and if anything, Caroline had deserved to be happy. Besides, Klaus? He was probably the ONLY person who knew where Bellamy was now. She sighed, biting on her lower lip, almost expecting Caroline to say no; and she’d have to TAKE IT; after everything that had happened. She parted her lips at this, wincing-- she didn’t need a scandal of her making up with the Prime Minister’s BADASS SON. “Oh--” she began, her features brightening up at that, a small grin on her lips as she nodded. “As long as it involves SHOPPING and a spa, I’m definitely in.”
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”Diana there is a smile so bright on your face whenever you talk about him and I have seen the two of you how you are there for one another, he is good for you and you for him and if he ever hurts you I will break at least one of his hands.’ A pause follows as there is a teasing tone on his voice and a breath is taken as tongue is darting over his lower lips and then he is carrying on to say “ I need to change that not take the extra hours once I got the girl then I can figure the rest out I have been working double the hours for the past months”.
Diana couldn’t help but SMILE at her best friends words, a blush creeping on her lips at the mere mention of Bellamy Blake. She’d always had a crush on him, and him finding her INTERESTING enough to be around with-- and date? That was something she’d never actually expected. She nudged her best friend at his threat, shaking her head in response. “Elliot,” she hissed in response, a pout on her lips. “You can’t do that,” she hummed, linking their arms together. “Yeah, of course, you need to SPEND TIME with your girl, too.”
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“ begin where you feel is most important. “ she tells her honestly what was happening and Rebekah can feel the entirety of impossibility weighing down on her. She was naive and innocence and Rebekah just wished she could have some of that back.
Diana tried to THINK BACK to Rebekah’s words for a few moments, lips pursed together as she hummed. She wondered what Rebekah thought of her, being torn between her two brothers. “When Kol died-- Klaus had me come to NEW ORLEANS to try and get him back--”
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“best friend’s brother” type starters
or, “situations where someone suddenly realizes they are attracted to their best friend’s sibling or sibling’s best friend”. As requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
meeting awkwardly
- “Uh..nice towel…” / “I’m…wearing this towel on purpose.”
- “I didn’t know guys/girls/strangers were allowed at this sleepover.”
- “Isn’t it…too cold to be wearing that?”
- “If I knew someone besides (sibling/friend) was going to be here, I would not be wearing such embarrassing pajamas.”
- “…Come here often?”
- “Were you just…singing/dancing/other embarrassing activity?”
meeting without knowing who they are
- “Maybe you’d like to take me out sometime?”
- “You look kind of familiar…”
- “Wait…you’re ___?”
- “[stumbling upon ___ who’s immersed in a hobby; drawing, singing, etc.] Wow, you’re really good.”
- “Sorry, I have to go. (Friend/Sibling) is waiting for me.”
it’s been a while
- “Someone sure grew up over the summer, didn’t they?”
- “When did you grow out of those Spiderman jammies/princess dress/etc.?”
- “Wow…you look different.”
- “You act cool now, but you weren’t so convincing when you always begged to play with us as kids.”
casually hanging out when it hits you
- “He/she/they doesn’t/don’t deserve you..”
- “Any guy/girl/person would be lucky to have you.”
- “I’ve always wanted a romance, like in the movies.”
- “So..uh…(sibling/friend) won’t be back for a while..”
- “All I know is, you’ve always taken care of me.”
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She was so NOT going to feed her best friend’s obsession with her brother. No. No freaking way. Connor was disgusting and annoying and — he totally had the hots for Diana. And he was TERRIBLE at hiding it. The only two people who didn’t know that Diana and Connor wanted one another, were Diana and Connor. And right in the middle of the whole messy thing, was her. ❝ Are you waiting for me to give you the secret formula for getting my brother to fall in love with you? Because I don’t have it. He’s a guy, Diana. He likes football and shitty music and girls with boobs. ❞ A pause, and then she sighed, rolling her eyes. ❝ And he likes the Strawberry milkshakes from that dive diner two towns over. Get him that and french fries and…you’ve got yourself a Forbes. ❞
She kept her lips PURSED together, feeling her best friend’s judgemental gaze on her skin even as she’d peeled them off of her brother. GIRL CODE, Diana Meade. She took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she bit down on her lower lip, nibbling nervously. There was no way Connor Forbes would LIKE her-- not in a million years. He was a jock, popular, hung out with the cool kids. She-- well, she wasn’t exactly someone that was his type. She cleared her throat, shaking her head in response. “I wouldn’t DO THAT,” she huffed, running her fingers through her hair, tapping her pen on the notebook in front of her. “-- but seriously, TWO TOWNS over..? They don’t like, deliver?” Maybe she could swing her dad’s car for a quick drive.
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❝ Ok-ay. ❞ She sang the word a little bit, breaking it into two syllables as she looked away to hide her smirk. Diana wasn’t a moron. And she’d HAVE to be to ignore the fact that despite the fact that he was an egotistical, bossy, asshole of a leader —- Bellamy Blake did have his appeals. And they were a bunch of teenagers, on the ground, with nothing else to do but let their raging hormones take over. ❝ If you say so. But listen, if we’re down here for the rest of eternity — you might have to take one for the team. We might have to break off in pairs. REPOPULATE the earth, ya know? ❞
Diana FROWNED in response, a shake of her head as she heard the little tone in her best friend’s voice. Bellamy’s APPEAL was one of the things that got her to notice him, sure, but he was more ANNOYING to her than anything. “I’m sure he can repopulate with other girls,” she huffed out, rolling her eyes as she shook her head. Her HORMONES can take a back seat to her survival. She cleared her throat, turning to look away completely from where he was standing, almost CERTAIN that he’d looked their way. “I’m just-- repulsed by that idea though,” she shuddered with a roll of her eyes.
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Caroline felt her mouth dry slightly at Diana’s question, looking down at her hands wringing together before she shook her head. There was no telling WHAT Klaus would do if he found out that she was the reason Diana had found out. But she didn’t want to lose them. The group, the crew, the family. ❝ Technically I don’t really think I’m supposed to be…doing favors for Tyler. ❞ And this partially explained why. Tyler was DANGEROUS. For several reasons, but especially for her. ❝ And I don’t think Klaus would be happy about it. ❞
“TYLER?” His name escaped her lips then. Her best friend had a string of bad exes, Damon at the very top, but Tyler almost came as a close second. She sighed softly, biting on her lower lip as she shook her head. Of all the PEOPLE she would use as an excuse, it was Tyler. Not that he was particularly bad, but she’d made a MENTAL NOTE of who to go to should she not want to be found by Nik. “He wouldn’t be,” she mumbled with a small shrug, shaking her head. “God, I don’t know what to SAY, Care--”
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❝ Yeah but… he’s not YOU. ❞ Caroline sighed, giving Diana a softer look. ❝ He doesn’t watch eight hour marathons of Top Model with me when I’m sick or pick apart every piece of someone’s outfit on the red carpet. He doesn’t even know all of the judges on Project Runway. ❞ He wasn’t Diana. And for as long as she could remember, Diana had been her SOULMATE. The number one thing that she needed to get through the day. ❝ I’m gonna be like forty-five minutes away from you. That’s FAR. ❞
To some extent, Diana UNDERSTOOD. Caroline was her soul mate and while she’d loved Bellamy, it was different to have her around. She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head in response as she moved to wrap her arm around her best friend. They SURVIVED Paris, they’ll survive this-- though that wasn’t something she could rationalize a freaking out bride-to-be. “Look, I’m STILL going to be around, I promise,” she gave the blonde’s side a small squeeze. “Now, how about we talk about your BACHELORETTE party instead?”
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❝ Meade, ❞ He says her name again. For the third time, only this time he fights the urge to let the subtle upturn of his jaw increase into an all out grin. They’ve been toeing the invisible line for the past few weeks. Only neither of them are brave enough to cross it. Anytime they get close, he can practically feel Caroline’s invisible presence in the air between them. She’s constrained by the rules of GIRL CODE and he, well, he’s just trying not to be the total asshole that goes for his ex’s best friend. But she’s staring at him, and he reaches up to scrub a hand through his still-wet hair, knowing that it makes his abs flex in the process. ❝ You know those signs at museums that say ‘look but don’t touch?’ ❞ An eyebrow lifts, and he smirks at her, adjusting the towel around his waist. ❝ Those rules don’t apply here. ❞
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He was hardly a WORK OF ART; not really. She’d known of him mostly because of Caroline and what her best friend had said about him in the past. For the most part, she’d tried to IGNORE him. The whole school didn’t seem to want to, considering how popular and good looking he was. THEIR WORDS, not hers. She cleared her throat as she looked down the space between them, CHOKING ON AIR as her words hung, trying to ignore the flex of his abs at his movements. “NOT INTERESTED,” she coughed out, a small roll of her eyes at him as she stepped back. Maybe they were right about him but she wasn’t about to break the GIRL CODE just because of Tyler Lockwood and his stupid abs. “Are you done with the shower yet?” Probably used up all the hot water, too, like the DICK he was.
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he had promised he would try. a silent promise because it was truly the only option. after mary had left to portugal she had taken with her all his sense of hope. he had not entertained what he would do next. he tried, in all honesty he had and yet there was still something of a hole there inside of him. diana was sent to him shortly after his fathers death. and him, left without any sure way to settle the civil war between protestant and catholic had married her in haste. one month had passed, the war still so bloody but dying down. tolerance preached and yet not entirely accepted. the king of navarre, diana’s brother, was still an unwelcome guest in his court as well narcisse. and he feels as if he’s done nothing but only make the situation far worse. now that the two of them are alone for what feels like the first time since they were married he feels guilty. honestly the poor girl could have had a better match made for her. instead here they both are, tied together. after some consideration he decides to break the silence between them. “i don’t expect you to stay here.” he says somewhat torn though. she is after all his wife. and loneliness is an awful disease. but he doesn’t hesitate. “you’re no captive here.”
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The LAST TIME she’d seen him was during his coronation. Mary had been sitting by his side then, and even though she’d taken a LIKING to the dauphin when they were younger, she knew it couldn’t be. He’d always been BETROTHED to Mary. France was tearing itself apart, and her brother had been ADAMANT in getting their family to the throne. And there they were. She was no REPLACEMENT to Mary, though it seemed that the Queen Mother’s resentment didn’t cascade down to her. Catherine was KIND; but Francis-- it was obvious his mind wasn’t with her. Her FAITH was the one that brought her to the throne now, and it was that which unified the country from turmoil. She knew that Francis loved Mary-- it was obvious from the very beginning, and while it was WISHFUL THINKING to want to be in love with the person they’d married, she knew it wasn’t in the cards for her. She lifted her gaze up to meet his, fingers nervously linked together. “-- if you want me to LEAVE, Your Grace,” she looked down on her fingers. They’d EXPECT an heir-- but if he didn’t want her in his chambers then maybe she should leave.
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❝ Yeah? ❞ She grinned. Diana usually made a point to keep things close to her sleeve, try not to act overly excited about something that could still blow back in her face — but this time? This time she was practically unable to withhold her excitement. Which meant nothing but GOOD things for the couple. ❝ Finally. — But you’re not allowed to take him to Paris with you, alright? ❞ And if that meant that Di just HAD to move back to New York? Well, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.
Diana nodded in response, trying to HIDE the stupid blush on her face as she cleared her throat. She was trying her best to conceal her excitement; things with Bellamy hadn’t been this good in a while, and she didn’t want to JINX it. She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head in response. “I don’t think I can get him away from Nik for more than A WEEK,” she sighed, a huff of a breath leaving her. Those two were practically inseparable. “He LOVES New York so even if I wanted to, I doubt he’d come.”