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[cauru]

common purple flowers

rating: mature

pairings: Leah Clearwater x Sam Uley, Sam Uley x Emily Young.

CW: major character death, angst, heavy pining (probably going to be unresolved, regrets, hanahaki disease (slow updates?)

I would definitely appreciate feedback as this is one of my first proper attempts at writing. This is on Ao3 too, @Tophatrose16

CHAPTER ONE

Leah Clearwater had gone silent.

It was a first for the only female shifter, and none of her brothers questioned it, merely celebrating the fact they didn’t have to hear her ‘whining’ and ‘bitching’ in their heads. Many of them had long grown tired of her barbed words, run out of any sympathy for her after it had been a few months since the imprinting incident.

‘Surely she should have gotten over it by now?’

‘He imprinted, it’s not like he could control it, she should get over herself if she thinks she’s more important than that.’

‘She should be happy for her cousin.’

It wasn’t as though she had completely shut off her mind - now that may have been a cause for concern, since it would mean the ungrateful girl was neglecting her pack duties - it was more like she had run out of fight. It was an uphill battle for her. At this point, most people wondered why she even bothered trying. As the only female shifter, she should consider herself lucky for even being allowed a place in the pack; she shouldn’t go further and question imprinting of all things. Was she insane?

The silence was the latest in her laundry list of new behaviours. Others included: lagging behind the pack (even in wolf form); missing patrols; sleeping in; and the strangest of all, she had finally taken steps into Sam and Emily’s - her - house.

It was a house built on the foundations of Leah and Sam’s love, only to be strangled out by the weeds of destiny. Every corner was filled with glimpses of them - where she decided the mugs would go, the spot where she thought her plants would thrive best, where their children were meant to have run around, where they were meant to grow old together.

As much as Leah tried not to think about it, the whole reservation, from her bedroom to the cliffsides, was filled with the remnants of their passion (or what was left of it).

No one uttered a word about her new habits, simply assuming she had finally accepted her place after all the time she spent dedicating her time to being bitter.

However, Jacob knew Leah could easily keep up with any of the other shifters (beat them without breaking a sweat), knew how stubborn she was and knew she was vigilant about keeping the reservation safe. The idea that something was wrong with Leah niggled at the very back of Jacob’s head. He ignored it for now, since he didn’t even know what he could say to her - how could you ask a rose to not let its thorns harm you?

At the moment, she seemed fine, sitting towards the back of the group with a tall glass of water clutched in her hands. She had put her hair up with a hair clip, occasionally trying to blow it out of her face with no luck, because try as she might, she couldn’t draw in enough air or blow it out with any real force behind it. The only places she allowed herself to look were at Seth or out the window.

She might never have any children of her own, but Seth made up for that and more.

Even if he was embarrassed by her now, of the way everyone treated her and the way she acted, he was still the boy she knew. Her baby, who climbed into her bed and not their parents when he was scared, the kid who begged to hold her hand as she walked him to school, the teen who cried into her arms when their dad passed away (it was all her fault, god damnit). Whether he decided he hated her today and loved her tomorrow, she would be there for as long as she could. And he knew that too.

She chugged the water, ignoring her body, instinctively trying to push it all out and the way her lungs were trembling for air. Being on patrol had taken too much out of her already; she needed to replenish her reserves somehow, even if it meant choking down Emily’s muffins and water from Emily’s house. They were right about one thing: she was tired of fighting, but it wasn’t because she had accepted her reality, but because the energy she spent fighting could be spent trying to change it.

Unfortunately, trying to eat like that came with the consequence of a small coughing fit. The more she tried to suppress it, the worse it got, catching the attention of the remaining pack members in the room. Catching his attention. How can someone so cold to her now make her feel so loved only a year ago? The tissue she had scrunched into her pocket came in handy, letting her cover her mouth and run away to the bathroom.

Of course, she knew where it was, in another life, this was her home

After locking the door hastily, she sank to the floor against it, clamping the tissue to her mouth to keep quiet as her lungs burned and heaved. Her whole body sputtered like she was a broken engine and not some impervious shape-shifter. Her throat bobbed, gagging on something trying to come up. “This again? How much can I lose from my body in a day?”

She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes at her own pathetic body even as she sat up and shuffled over to the toilet bowl. “It won’t come out on its own, not with how weak I am now.” Closing her eyes, she stretched her fingers into the back of her throat, hoping they’d somehow hook the object that was currently irritating her. Eventually, only god knows how long it took, she managed to fish the long stem out from her throat. The petals bumped against the ridges at the top of her mouth, and somehow, she already knew what it was going to be before she laid her eyes on it, because how many times had she run her fingers over it before this?

It still came as a shock when she finally saw it, ripping a gasp from her already fragile throat. Rigid green stems, long lilac petals about as wide as her finger (that would have been reaching out to her had it not been squashed by the twists and turns in her body and the blood of hers that had made it heavy and sticky), and the yellow tips of the stamen that were dotted around sparsely. The whole universe had to be playing a massive joke on her to make her cough up this stupid flower.

They were kids. Kids who’ve known each other their whole life, who haven’t gone 24 hours without seeing each other. At fifteen years old, they finally realised that there was more keeping them together than just proximity. Leah was more resistant to any sort of change in their dynamic, as awkward as it would be to ignore their feelings and continue as they are, so of course Sam had to change that (he was just about more pig-headed than she was). He had had enough and dragged her out to the edge of the woods one day, clunkily pressing his lips to hers to shut up her angry rambling before thrusting a bouquet of freshly picked Camassias into her hands. She was shocked by all of it, mouth wide open until she noticed the dirt on the flowers, and the way they were still attached to the bulbs. It only took a few seconds for her to dissolve into giggles, leaving it to be his turn to be dumbfounded and flustered, “That’s not how you pick flowers for someone, you idiot!”

She was going to have them in her wedding bouquet, too.

Yeah. It had to be a massive joke.

It was funny enough to get a few snickers out of her, at least until she felt the razors rip at her insides. It was the first time she had seen the whole thing come out of her, stem and all; usually, she only hacked up bits and pieces. This couldn’t be a good sign, she knew that, but what was she meant to do? She couldn’t turn up to the hospital, saying she had been coughing up bloody flowers, they’d lock her up in a ward.

Knock. Knock.

“Just a second, I’m coming out.” She hastily pulled herself up by the sink, splashing her face with some water and hoping that would do the trick. She grabbed a small heap of toilet paper and bundled the flower inside it before stuffing it into her pocket.

It was about time she left anyway; she was tired. She needed to get back home.

She mustered up some snark to give to whoever was knocking on the door (just because she had stopped being bitchy didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to have any fun). “See, would it kill you to wait—”

“Are you okay?”

No one could’ve prepared her for it to be him behind the door. That voice... Why, why did he sound so concerned? he wasn’t allowed to be, not after what he had done to her. Especially since this is the most direct he’s talked to her in about a year.

Would her hate forgive her if she let herself fall into him one more time? Would it be so cruel to let her relive Saturday mornings curled in each other’s arms, him sneaking in and out of her bedroom window as though her parents had no idea he was in there with her? Her hate might forgive her, but the universe would never forgive her for the crime of wanting what’s supposedly not hers.

“I’m… I’m fine, it’s none of your business anyway, Sam.” She couldn’t help but falter for a moment, so starved for him that even the slightest tenderness from him (even if it's just polite concern) was enough for her to do a double take. After all that he’d done to her, even she couldn’t believe that she was so pathetic.

“Is that blood?” damn shifter eyesight.

She licked her lips, momentary panic fading when she realised it was easier to explain away than she’d thought. “I cut my lip, it's nothing to do with you.” She ground out, adding a bit more force at the end.

Without waiting for a reply, she marched off, leaving him there. Had her body not been so weary, or her eyes so bleary,  she may have noticed the fact that he was looking at the flower stuffed into her pocket, not at the blood coating her lips. 

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about: where i write a collection of headcanons, oneshots and smut for the twilight films.

pairings: leah/black!oc, sam/black!oc, leah/sam, jacob/black!oc, paul/black!oc, light!sam/emily

content warnings: smut, angst, fluff, timejump, oc x canon only, major character death, alternative universe:, no use of y/n.

request status: closed.

Oneshots:

Imprint | Twilight x Oc: It wasn't fair that Leah couldn't imprint. Wasn't fair that she had to listen to Sam's thoughts about Emily, knowing that it was her cousin of all people he imprinted on. As if her life wasn't fucked up already. Having to watch the man she loved move on as if nothing happened. Sam Uley is still in love with Leah; he will forever feel guilty for hurting her. That wasn't going to change.

Unwanted │Leah x OC

Reflection Of The Past │Leah x Sam

Closure | Leah x Sam

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Chapter Five

Notes: This is on a temporary hiatus.

["So Mary?" You trailed off, watching as Mary had left the juke-joint, from what you had assumed to get some fresh air. Annie shifted her attention to you, trying to understand where you were hinting at in terms of conversation. Everyone you were close with knew the way you and Stack had ended off last time and it made things a lot more complicated now that Mary found her way into town. You weren't exactly planning on rekindling things with Stack but it was honestly disappointing that a piece of his heart was still with Mary. Not that you had anything against her but there was something 'odd' about her.

"She good people." Annie states, pouring you a cup as she offers it to you. When you had taken it, your lips pressed against the edges. "Family." She had corrected herself, using that word in the same way she did when those white folks had stood at the door earlier. You nod your head, letting your eyes roam around the place in hopes of finding Stack again. Why was it becoming a consistent thought so much? You weren't together, weren't really considered on having any romantic relations with one another. And yet, here you were thinking about a man whom you hadn't seen in years.

Annie's eyes squint as she reads you. Annie wasn't one who could be fooled or brushed off so easily. She was quick to put the pieces together and call you out when it's needed. No wonder Smoke had a soft spot for her also.  "She mean no harm." Even as the woman had tried to reassure there was nothing to worry about, there was no certain if you could believe that statement but you took Annie's word for it. Mary had asked about you, wanted to know what relations you had with the Moore twins. Stack hadn't mentioned anything about you.

—

Stack finds himself walking towards you with his signature toothy grin. He hesitated to approach as he sensed the way you had tensed earlier. Stack pushes that feeling away, presenting himself more confident and laid back like he always had been. When he asked you what you thought of it so far, there was nothing more than a dry response. "It's nice."

"That it?" He half-joked, though a tint of annoyance was layered in his tone. He seriously wasn't thinking you two were buddy-buddy now, did he? Oh so you were playing that game. Stack sucks his inner cheek with a click, all too familiar. The twin wanted at least more of a positive response, wanted to know your thoughts on it. He didn't really give a damn about anyone else's opinion at the time, he valued yours the most."It's lovely Stack, amazing. Better?"Still the same old you. 

He clears his throat, glancing from side to side before leaning closer to you in a low tone. "We need to talk."]

—

"How you holdin' up?" Smoke questioned, turning his gaze onto you after he lowered his gun away from Pearline. You hadn't said much for awhile and everyone  nearly had forgotten about you since you had been so quiet. You were tired; mentally and emotionally. This night was supposed to be an temporary escape from your burdens and troubles, the current grief you were dealing. "Fine." Short and flat responses always sparked irritation from the twins. Especially Smoke. He didn't like playing guessing games. Either you spit it out or don't say anything at all. Nonetheless he never pressured you to say anything if you weren't ready.

"Talk to me." What would you even say to that? That you were thinking about his brother who you cared for deeply after all these years? The same man that had gotten bit by Mary and turned into a vampire in under the span of one night? It felt strange to consider speaking of him in past tense. Everyone was beyond stressed and venting was the last thing anyone would be interested in when their lives are on the line.

Smoke still had considered you family even if you and his little brother had a complicated relationship. Your feelings to him was still valid.  So you sit there, waiting for whatever is to come next, more so for who the devil decides to target after.

—

Convincing you and the others to come outside didn't go as planned. It felt too good to be true and as much as Smoke would have went after him, the reminder that Stack is dead had snapped him out of it and the reality of the situation itself. Mary could see the look in Stack's eyes when he had looked at you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking when he had felt so closed off to her, regardless if the hives mind was connected or not.

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CHAPTER FOUR

CONTENT WARNINGS: no use of y/n, past stack/reader, written in second person, point of view may change.

[Mary's eyes narrowed as she watched you and Stack dance with one another amongst the crowd. She was stunned but not surprised at how he had moved on after sending her away, even though it was to keep her safe. Mary was his first love, the woman he fell in love all those years ago. And here he was, standing close to you; a rebound of what he couldn't have. But even then, it was deeper than what she had assumed. The woman seen it on his face, the way he looked at you with those same eyes he looked at her. It clicked in her head that perhaps she was judging too quick, she didn't even know you.

Stack froze the moment their eyes locked and he excused himself from you to talk to Mary. He clears his throat as the pair had blended in with the crowd. "What are you doing here?" He asked, wasting no time to jump to the conversation. This was bad timing, very bsd timing. Mary tilts her head to the side as she examines his expression on his face. "I came to see you." She states truthfully. Mary wished she hadn't, didn't know why she bothered coming apart from wanting to see what the excitement of the juke-joint was about.

Stack told her he loved her, that he thought about her everyday. Mary recalled the conversation they had at the train station and the times she called him out for it. "You told me you loved me."

"And I told you to stay the fuck away from me but I guess you didn't hear that part." Stack scolds, sucking the inner part of his cheek. Mary laughed bitterly, thinking for a moment before her eyes meet with him again. "I heard you. I heard you loud and clear. But then you stuck your tongue in my cooze and fucked me so hard, I'd figured you changed your mind."

Stack looks around."Keep your voice down."

Mary turns her gaze onto you now, her brow raising upwards. Stack's eyes followed where her eyes were looking at: you. "You together?" She asked with a awfully calm tone. You were pretty, beautiful. But how did someone like him manage to get your attention? You deserved better. "Nah." As much as Stack wanted to say yes, it would've been a lie. You only came back into town recently to bury a loved one,  from what he was told. And the relationship was complicated to even explain. He was trying to fix things with you. Somehow more obstacles had gotten in the way, resulting more conflict and issues.

Stack had attempted to drive the conversation away from you and onto the reason why she had came.  But each time, he'd drift his attention where Mary kept directing hers towards. "She pretty Stack. Real pretty alright."

—

The first time those white folks had arrived at the entrance of the juke-joint, you had called out for Smoke, not liking how Remmick stared intensely at you before flicking his eyes onto Sammie. He sensed his music, heard it just up down the road. "Y'all klan?" Smoke questioned. Remmick snapped back to reality as he looks at Smoke in shock.

"Sir. Well no—we...we believe in equality and music." He stammered. Smoke wasn't convinced as he puts the cigarette between his lips. "We just came here to play. Spend some money, have a good time." He trails off as he pulls out his instrument, connected to him by a string. "Here I'll show you."

Regardless of him singing "Pick Poor Robin Clean", no one was buying it at all, well apart from Stack appearing to nod his head to music a bit. Smoke stared dead at the man, stopping him before he could finish the song. "Hold on, hold on, hold on just a minute." Remmick and two former klan members with him stops playing. "Ah, it was just about to get good." Remmick chuckled.

"Nah, I believe ya. But this here is a juke-joint." Smoke corrects, making it well known what this place was. It wasn't a place where white folks could come and invade a space they had been longing for so long. They had their own places, spots that they had.

"Blues music." Stack adds. "Well we got money and we ready to spend it with y'all." Bert comments, failing to get you to at least consider letting them in. Were they seriously trying to bribe? Something didn't feel right with them and you felt like you had seen the couple behind Remmick before. All too familiar."Sounding damn near perfect and you saying we ain't welcome?"

"No, I'm saying you get down on the road and get back into town. Plenty of white barrelhouses down there."

"Aw," Remmick scoffs, but it doesn't wipe away the grin from his face at all. He was offended by the implication of Smoke's words. "Is this cause we're—" He lets the question linger in the air for a while, gesturing towards the color of his hand. "Alright, how'd she get in?"

He points towards Mary, the group turning to look at her. Even you did, you hadn't questioned it before since you had seen her with Stack earlier. "Now that is no—" Annie had intervened ahead of Mary being able to answer the stranger's question. "She here cause she family."

"Family....." The man snorts in amusement. He still was trying to convince you to let him it, to make it known that he wasn't like the racist white folks you've all encountered and been around. None of you were stupid either or. "Ca-can't we for one night—just all be family?"

The sound of Smoke cocking his gun gave the strange man the answer he needed, announcing his departure as he steps away while turning to look at Smoke for the last time. "But we're going to walk real slow. Just in case y'all change your mind."]

[cauru]

about: where i write a collection of headcanons, oneshots and smut for black panther.

pairings: t'challa/oc, t'challa/reader, namor/oc, namor/reader, shuri/oc, erik killmonger/oc.

content warnings: smut, angst, fluff, timejump, mainly oc x canon content, major character death, alternative universe: t'challa lives, erik killmonger lives, no use of y/n or rarely main character names.

request status: closed

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CHAPTER THREE

CONTENT WARNINGS: no use of y/n, past stack/reader, written in second person, point of view may change.

Sammie ends up closing the door. Stack sighs as he turns to look at Remmick and the others. "No vision." You paced around, with Smoke and the others trying to figure out what to do. Where did the night go wrong? Well apaet from those strange ass white people that had found themselves trying to invite themselves in and that Mary biting Stack, you knew it connected to those people either way. Cornbread had also been turned, the loss of your good friend making everything more worse.

You inhaled as Annie came to check on you. She understood the stress and confusion; the woman didn't need to say anything to comfort you. It was her presence that was enough. Why is when black folks had managed to built something for their community did the white people came to destroy it? Selfishness. Greed. Witnessing the people they once enslaved build a better establishment than theirs didn't sit right with them. Of course, they destroyed.

[ Stack had pulled opened the door for you, pulling you out of the car with a toothy grin. He kisses your hand like a gentleman and it made you roll your eyes, a laugh falling from your lips. "Really?" You tried not to laugh at his manners since he was more straightforward with what he wanted compared to Smoke. But you'd guess his brother had also knocked some sense into him as well.

He helped you with moving your belongings into your grandmother's home. Your mother had greeted him from the kitchen although she wasn't a fan of the Moore twins. Despite knowing them since the three of you were younger, Stack had been by your side from thick and thin. He'd never let anyone try to tear you down outside of Smoke.

"Elias." Your mother greets, not sparing him a glance. She knew he was there regardless. He nods his head at your mother out of respect, aware that she wouldn't sugarcoat nor waste anytime to put the man in his place. Especially in her mother's home.]

"We all gon' eat this clove of garlic." Annie had instructed everyone to eat garlic to prove none of you were vampires.  She takes one and goes from Smoke, to you before Pearline speaks up. "I don't much like the taste of it."  Tension quickly thickens as Pearline hesitates to eat one which led to Annie to suspect something was up. 

"Ain't no one saying you gotta like it. We just gotta figure out if any one of us is one of them." Even as Grace had grabbed one, there was always that one person who complained at the wrong time. "You ain't got not pickled ones?" Annie had ignored her question as she turned away. Pearline clicks her tongue, grimacing at the thought of garlic. "This is ridiculous." 

Smoke props his gun at Pearline, wasting no time to get ready to pull if he needed to."Smoke put the gun down." Sammie states, looking at him in disbelief. "Shut up.." Smoke scowled, glaring at his young cousin for a split second before fixing his attention back onto the Pearline. "Eat or I'll shoot."

"Put it down Smoke, she ain't no damn vampire."

"How the hell do you know that?"

"Girl, just eat the goddamn garlic. You making a fool outta yourself." Pearline shoots you a glare. But you were right, her acting like that is only going to convince everyone that she was turned. He hits Sammie in the mouth as he keeps his weapon aimed towards the woman.  "I'm only trying to keep you alive, boy. You ain't to question me." The twin scolds, glaring at Sammie.

"You a evil man." Pearline sneered."No wonder the devil come for us." You really wanted to smack the living shit out of her for being inconsiderate but Annie gives you that look to stay composed. Pearline cringes as she eats one from the jar, disgust evident. Slim grabs the jar from her, taking one for himself. Everyone's eyes was now focused onto the older man, anticipating if he'd have any sort of reaction to it.

There was a long pause as Delta Slim had nearly jerked forwards. You give him a strange look with Annie moving away as he brings his arm to his mouth. "Mm-mm." You grimaced. "Hey Slim." Smoke calls out just as Annie hides behind her husband. "What's going on man?" Delta Slim grunts, slamming his foot against the floor with each bang more aggressive than the other.

"Mm-mmmm."

"Slim?"

Slim continued to groan, stomp and growl simultaneously. "What's goin' on Slim?"

"I drank too much." He confessed with a hoarse tone, covering his mouth while struggling to compose himself again. "That goddamn beer from chicago. My nerves all fucked up Smoke." Well that explains that. Shouldn't have drunken that much anyways. Exhaling deeply, Slim releases another growl. "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

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CHAPTER TWO

CONTENT WARNINGS: no use of y/n, past stack/reader, written in second person, point of view may change.

Smoke's shouting along with gunshots had erupted from that secluded room, snapping you back to reality. You rushed towards the room, pushing past the people who weren't aware of the events that now were coming to play. Everyone who was there had been informed to leave despite the confusion amongst many.

You had managed to push yourself into the room, your eyes locking onto Stack's form that spasmed as more blood gushed from his neck. "Smoke...." You knelt down next to his side, the pace of your heart beating increasing anxiously. Smoke's eyes were watered as he desperately tried to cover the wound as much as he could but he ultimately failed.

"She bit him!" You could hear the anger in Smoke's tone before you were able to get insight on the incident. Your brows furrowed in confusion at how quickly everything had went downhill in a span of a couple hours, less than that perhaps. "Who bit him?" You questioned. The only person you could think of was that white woman he was messing around with. Your suspicions were only confirmed once you heard her name; Mary.

The same woman who gave you that look earlier? Your gut had screamed something was off about her and at the time there wasn't much to do without causing a scene. Dammit. The tension in the room thickened further as Stack's breathing comes to a halt. The warmth radiating from his body leaves, replaced with a coldness that confirmed his death.

—

They had put his body outside. You paced around, trying to grasp an understanding of what had just happened. "So he dead-dead?" You questioned with a tone of disbelief, the statement directed towards Annie. "No pulse." She confirmed, her voice breaking the deadly silence. Smoke didn't say anything for a long period of time and it was clear that he wasn't able to process it internally.

The lack of noise was unbearable but what could anyone say or do in this situation? You knew that messing with white people could lead to nothing but death and destruction. Time progresses at a slow rate and the atmosphere felt suffocating. There was a sudden shift behind the door and you could have sworn you heard Stack's voice calling out to you and Stack.

"Stack?" Stack moved towards the door, peeking through the tiny peep hole. "That you?" You swore you were hearing things. Prior to when you were about to remind Stack that he was dead, the voice had responded.

"Nah fool, its Jim Crow. Nigga of course it's me, open the door."

Smoke's hands were glued to the door as he turned around to look at everyone else. You exchanged a conflicted expression with Annie; both of you were unease."That ain't your brother." Annie had spoken up first with her intuition screaming that there was something very wrong. The man everyone knew as Stack aka Elias Moore, wasn't there anymore. Smoke hesitated, and as much as he wanted to believe his brother was okay, he witnessed Stack take his last breath and felt the warmth leave from his body. "Stack, how-how you feeling? Well you lost a lot of blood..."

"Oh yeah..." Stack had went quiet for a moment which didn't ease the tension that continued to climb up with each passing moment. His eyes glanced at the brutal wound inflicted on his shoulders; immediately, he covered it up. "Yeah uh...it was scary. I'm doing much better now."

"You said he didn't have a pulse." You point out to Annie. At first you were slowly convinced that it was Stack yet he's dead. How would it be him if you all had watched him die not too long ago? "He didn't.. I checked." Annie stood firm with her response; knowing well enough that she had checked his pulse time and time again. Each time had given her full confirmation.

"Smoke, lets be real here—" Attempting to be logical and realistic with him, you had tried to get him away from the door until there was another bang on the door. There was some shit Stack had said to Smoke that made you snap out of the trance you were in.

"You gone let them witches come between us?"

Witches? Oh he did not.

—

The night was still fresh and there was hell all over. Stack had managed to bust out the door you all had him locked in. He originally charged towards you but he end up fleeing when something hot had hit him in the face. With Stack gone, everyone could only hope for so long that nothing escalates from there. How unfortunate.

But even with a bit of hope, things would continue to get worse. The only thing you could do is protect one another in these times. Stack had got himself into a deep hole. Two women, one choice. He wasn't expecting for Mary to actually show up to the juke-joint that night; it was the wrong time for you to see her. Shit, no one else had batted an eye, maybe his brother, sure. Stack loved Mary, he really did but she also wasn't you—the woman he was still longing for—for years. Mary isn't a rebound or someone who could take your spot; no matter the circumstances.

Yet, he fell deep into his temptations, caving into his desires he swore he pushed deep down. Was he expecting to be bitten by Mary and turnt into a mind-controlled vampire? No. Did he feel guilty for hurting you and the leaving behind his brother? Yes. There was no going back now. His fingers press against the wound on his neck, the blood dried up as he adjusted to cover it up more. Mary got him good and she was well aware of it too.

–

Everyone was going insane at this point. Cornbread was dead, you didn't know if the rest of you would make it through the night. You had paced back and forth, no words able to leave your mouth just yet. But to see Stack at the door, his eyes staring past Stack and onto you. His eyes were once filled with life—filled with excitement but it was gone with nothing behind them. You didn't like the way Remmick had stood behind Stack while looking at all of you in the inside.

It was easy to sense that he was speaking through Stack to get to you.

"Together, forever. And I ain't doing this shit without you." His words were directed at his older brother but in a way they were also hinted towards you too. The Moore twins had went through thick and thin together; always been by each other's side since day one. And to throw it all away and continue on living. "There is no me without you.."

Hearing the difference in accent in Stack's voice forced you to snap back to reality. "Don't.." You looked at Smoke. You were better to fall for that trap. But Smoke?

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CHAPTER ONE

CONTENT WARNINGS: no use of y/n, past stack/reader, written in second person, point of view may change.

You wanted to get away; to start a new life without having any more involvement with the twins. But you returned to town to bury a loved one and to visit some family. Did you think he wouldn't find you again? Think again. Your paths crossing wasn't a coincidence. Maybe it was meant to happen, who knows. Stack stands in front of you face to face with his signature smirk tugging the corner of his lips up. You both were standing at the train station amongst the other people coming and going. "Long time no see. How you been?"

"Stack....." You weren't at all pleased to see him; he could very much tell from the sigh. But that didn't mean he wasn't pleased to see you after years of being gone between the war and fleeing. "I see you and your brother back in town. What you want?" You didn't even understand why you bothered feeding into an conversation. You two weren't on the best of terms, so why was he acting as if you were? You decided to skip the question altogether about how you were doing. Stack well enough knew how you felt or at least was aware you felt some type of way.

After years of him not responding to your letters or even sending you at least one to let you know he's still alive, you knew better than to wait for so long. You loved him yes, but you had a life to live. And worrying on the possibility of if Stack was dead didn't help either. Stack clears his throat, hand adjusting his hat as he looks at you with his brown eyes skimming you from top to bottom. Still the same old girl he grew up with. The same young woman he fell in love with years later. And yet—

He explained to you about the juke-joint him and Smoke were opening up. You being there on the opening night would be appreciated. Perhaps to give him the opportunity to attempt to reconcile with you but that was a later thing. The invitation to go was iffy. Him and Smoke had always gotten into something they may and may not have any business doing. Even then it was a big accomplishment for them to purchase that old building from the white folks out there.

"Maybe." It wasn't a full guarantee that you would show up or at all consider to show up. Nor was it a promise. It was a tint of hesitation in your tone. Despite what had occurred between you and Stack, the twins had always had your back from thick and thin. Even until now you were sure.

"I'll think about it Stack."

Somehow you end up going despite vowing yourself you'd never interact with the twins again. You glance around outside, the lights from inside the joint casting out more of your features. As you approached the door, you had recognized the man in the hat as Cornbread. You two were and still are very close to each other to this day.

"Cornbread," You greet with a nod. "You gone let me in?" He gives you a smile, repeating your name back to you as a greeting. As he lets you into the joint, you could hear your friend get onto someone who had owed him money. Shaking your head, your lips tugged into a smile. Same old Cornbread. Never gets old.

You found yourself moving through the crowd of people dancing and having the best time of your life. Annie had spotted you from afar, moments before you had even approached. Her face lights up as you embraced her into a hug.

"I'm fine. Just came back to visit some family. My cousin on my mother's side passed a couple of weeks ago, funeral was just today." You tell her as the two of you had caught up with one another. It had been a long time since you've seen Annie, you were uncertain if coming here was a good thing even though Stack had invited you. She was aware of the on and off instances between the two of you. As much as Annie wanted the best for you, there was also something else you needed to know.

But of course, your attention was drawn elsewhere as Stack had made his presence known. He skims the area in search of someone in particular until they finally met your own eyes. A smirk tackles his lips and he approaches you with his brown eyes gazing over every inch of your body, never missing a single detail as he led you to dance amongst the other folks.

"Thought you wasn't gone show up." He teased, your eyes squinting at the implication. You shake your head with an sigh. "Why wouldn't I?" Your brows furrowed in confusion. You had pushed aside the drama and issues in the past to support the twins for successfully opening up a safe space for black people."I ain't come here for you, if that's what you're trying to imply."

Stack sucks the inner side of his cheek, his mood faltering slightly. You were still upset, it was clear. He couldn't blame you for still feeling some type of way. Stack wanted to rekindle things, to make everything work again but.....

As you continued to dance, wanting to enjoy the night of peace, little did you realize that all of this would come crashing down. Stack's eyes look away from your form as he caught a glimpse of a certain white woman coming towards the two of you, her target focused on Stack.

Shit.

You felt the woman's gaze on you, her brown eyes narrowed down but they immediately look back onto Stack. With a clear throat, Stack had excused himself from you and towards the strange woman you hadn't recognized. Their voices were lowered to a whisper as they disappeared within the crowd. Your gut sinks with an uncomfortable twist but you brushed it off quickly as it had came in.

Who was she anyways and why did she give you such a dirty look as if you were the strangest thing she'd seen? It shouldn't have bothered you; what you and Stack had then was done and over with. You made a point of only attending this event to support them, nothing more and nothing less. Those unwanted thoughts quickly washed away the moment you grabbed a drink, bringing it up to your lips. Your eyes had landed on Stack and the mysterious woman who led him into a more secluded area to give them a sense of privacy.

You should have known.

—

Smoke was searching for his brother. He originally sent little Sammie out to fetch him but the poor boy had witnessed the sinister act upon him. He quickly closed the door with a look of discomfort. "He busy alright." Slim had caught onto the way Sammie's body language had changed. The older man chuckled as he takes a sip of his beer. You shoot him a knowing look while you held your tongue, telling him to ignore whatever he was saying.

'Busy my ass' was a thought. God knows he was banging that woman in that damn room. It was clear as day. Some part of you had regretted talking to Stack. He disappointed you yet again.

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Keep It A Secret | Stack x Reader: You wanted to get away; to start a new life without having any more involvement with the twins. But you returned to town to bury a loved one and to visit some family. Did you think he wouldn't find you again?

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